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thebeatles-world · 5 years ago

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Hey I love your writing so I was wondering if you could right something about two bit where he finds out your pregnant from soda cause sodas your best friend (dating two tho) and he's a bit angry at first but then he gets really cringy and cute and he's there for the birth. Sorry it's long :)) xx

Of course!! And no worries love! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy!!

You and Two-Bit have been on and off in the relationship a lot in the past few months. You decided to cuss angrily when you and Two-Bit got into a huge argument for hours without any of you two backing down which caused you to storm out angrily knowing that this argument was pointless and neither of you two would win or even stop yelling at each other.

So you decided to go to one of Buck’s parties later that night and to your surprise, you saw Sodapop and Steve hanging out with Dallas there. You joined and greeted them as you made your way over to them.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going?” They said to you and you told them all about the fight that you had with Two-Bit earlier today and how pointless the argument was.

They all comforting you about it and told you that Two-Bit could be hard headed which you agreeed.

Sodapop looked at you in awe. He lowkey had a crush on you and he always wanted you to be his girlfriend. He couldn’t stop admiring you and it gave him a bit of hope that you would turn out single one day due to the problems you and Two-Bit went through. You and Soda were best friends and he was there for you whenever you and Two-Bit had problems with each other. You were thankful that you had such a supportive friend like Soda.

He realized that he needed to step up his game. He needed to stop being shy and quiet over the fact that he liked you a lot so he started making a move on you and the whole night you and Soda were flirting with each other, chatting and even dancing with each other.

You always thought Sodapop was cute but you thought he wasn’t really interested in you until tonight when he proved himself by being a gentleman to you and showing you how much he loved you.

He definitely showed you how much he loved you once you guys sneak upstairs late at night while no one was watching and he started making love to you inside the guest bedroom. You and Soda were definitely sure that you both wanted to make love with each other. You both made sure that the noise volume was quiet between you two so that way nobody would come in the guest bedroom.

Soda was your first and he was your first. You never expect that one day you would lose it to your best friend. This was something Two-Bit never did to you or even showed you. Especially making love to you. You were glad you got to experience it with Soda... But you also felt kinda of bad for making love to Sodapop behind Two-Bit’s back? But you just shrugged the thought off that he will never found out as long you and Soda never mentioned it to him or the gang.

It didn’t cross your mind that just a few weeks later.. you would be pregnant with Sodapop’s child.

You started having symptoms of a missed period, nausea, light spottting, moodiness and you became more sensitive to certain smells.

You didn’t take much of it until you started having morning sickness and throwing up your breakfast. That’s when you decided to go to a visit to the doctor’s office.

You were nervous and just hoped that Sodapop didn’t get you pregnant that one night when you both made love to each other. You were still dating Two-Bit and you felt ashamed of yourself just thinking about you cheating on Two-Bit. But at the same time you didn’t regret making love to Sodapop because you kinda had feelings for him secretly.

You and Sodapop still talked but he was hurt knowing that night was just a one night stand between you two but you wanted to tell him that it wasn’t and that you really mean it when you slept with him but you knew it would make things worse by Soda falling in love with you even more if you did tell him that night wasn’t a mistake.

You tapped your fingers against the chair that you were sitting on in the waiting room as you waited for the doctor to call your name.

After 10 mins later, the doctor finally called you back in the room. They did some tests on you and measured you.

You were anxious as you waited for the doctor to tell you the results.

“Y/N? I have your results.” The doctor said as she gave you the paper and before you could read it, that’s when she announced that you were pregnant.

You nodded, knowing that your life was ruined. You weren’t ready to be a parent. Neither was Sodapop and he wasn’t even your boyfriend or your husband.

You thanked your doctor after she gave your next appointment for a checkup.

You knew you were doomed. What would Two-Bit say? Would he go off on you? Would he fight Sodapop? Would he breakup with you?

Or what about Sodapop? Was he ready to be a dad? Would he actually take care of his child also? Did he want it?

You thought about Sodapop brother’s ~ Darry and Ponyboy? You knew that they were the uncles of your unborn child. What would they think of you? Would they think your a prostitute? Or just using Soda? You knew they would be disappointed in you and Soda. Especially in Soda for sleeping with a girl who was taken.

You knew every single one of the gang was going to be disappointed. In you and in Sodapop. You knew they would never look at you the same especially your strict folks who raised you in the strictest way possible to make sure you wouldn’t make mistakes like this.

“How am I going to tell everyone?” You groan to yourself.

You decided to invite Two-Bit to your house to eat dinner with you while your parents were away from work so that way you could break the news to him.

You made sure the house was spotless clean and you didn’t realize that you left the pregnant results next the table since you were busy making sure everything was spotless and clean.

“Hey babe.” You smiled weakly as you greeted Two-Bit by the door whenever he came over a few hours later after your folks left for work.

“Hey baby. How are you doing?” Two-Bit gave you a kiss on the lips and walked inside.

“Im doing well.” You lied through your lips. You actually felt bad for Two-Bit. He didn’t deserve this no matter if he made you angry or stressed out.

You both sat down and started chit chatting as you guys ate your food. You were really nervous about telling him that you were pregnant. You felt bad once again knowing that it wasn’t his child and he was going to know that because you two never slept with each other before.

“Um, I’m going to use the bathroom.” You suddenly announced during the middle of dinner. “Okay babe.” Two-Bit said and continue to eat his dinner.

You shut the bathroom door behind and felt really anxious just knowing that you had to break the news to him. But where could you start? And how could you tell him gently? What could you say to start it out?

You started to practice in the mirror for about 10 and 15 minutes and you slowly headed out the bathroom, breathing in and out as you tried to calm down your anxiety.

“Hey Two-Bit... there’s something I need to tell you.” You slowly said as you arrived at the kitchen.

You noticed Two-Bit had washed your plate and his plate. The table looked neat. But Two-Bit raised an eyebrow at you.

He glared at you for a second before giving you a piece of paper that was folded in half.

“So tell me y/n. Who got you pregnant? Who did you sleep with?” Two-Bit angrily said.

Your heart almost stopped for a second and you noticed that you accidentally left your pregnancy results next to the table on the counter.

“H-How did you..” You stuttered, looking into Two-Bit’s angry eyes.

“I found out whenever I was cleaning the table. I thought it was something important or whatever so I looked at it before I thew it away and look, it turns out I was right. It was important.” Two-Bit shook his head in disappointment.

“Two-Bit i am so sorry, I-“ you begin saying before Two-Bit cut you off.

“Who’s the father y/n? Tell me who is it!” He shouted, looking angrily.

“It’s Sodapop!” You blurted out and it made Two-Bit shocked when you said that.

“What!!? You and Soda? Behind my back? When did this happened?” He said, shaking his head once again before slamming his fist against the fridge which made you jump a little.

“I slept with him the day me and you got into that huge argument. I should have backed away... I’m so sorry Two-Bit... I promise it won’t happen ever again. I should have never did that.” Your eyes turned into sadness as you looked at Two-Bit who looked hurt and mad and shocked at the same time.

“You slept with one of my friends.. and he slept with you.. How nice huh? My girlfriend and my friend slept with each other.” Two-Bit sneered and you knew he was being sarcastic but angry.

“Two-Bit Im sorry for what i did. Let me prove that I can change. Especially with my unborn child. You both mean a lot to me. I can prove to you I can be a different person than I was before. Please Two-Bit. Give me a chance.” You gently grabbed his hand and held it.

Two-Bit didn’t push your hand away or anything. He was trying to calm down. He put his hand over his mouth as he started to think.

You honestly felt really bad and you knew you messed up big time. A part of you didn’t wanna lose Two-Bit for good but another part of you understood if Two-Bit did leave you for what you did.

“I’ll help you take care of this baby with you.” Two-Bit finally said after a few minutes of silent between you two.

“Really?” You said. You were happy that he said that and you weren’t even expecting that response from him knowing that you betrayed him.

“Yes y/n. I love you so much not leave you but honestly I’m still hurt and mad but I also don’t wanna leave you by yourself with your unborn baby and having it to take care of it by yourself or even going through the pregnancy alone. I’ll stand with you no matter what and I’ll go with you to this new chapter of your life.” Two-Bit said and pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you so much Two-Bit. Again I am so sorry. You don’t deserve this.” You said as you bury your face on the crook of his neck.

“It’s alright baby. I know you won’t do it again.” Two-Bit kissed your head before putting his hands on your stomach.

“I can’t wait to find it the gender of the baby.” He smiled at you.

“Me too. I’m excited to have you by my side.” You smiled back. You felt much better knowing that Two-Bit forgave you and he was going to be there with you throughout the whole pregnancy.

For months, Two-Bit was excited more than you were whenever you guys started buying baby clothes and baby supplies. He even made sure you ate well and his favorite part was getting to feel the baby kick.

He even made small talk to your stomach whenever it got bigger. It made you rolled your eyes whenever he did that.

Two-Bit was nice enough to set up a baby crib for your baby and buy Mickey Mouse blankets, stuffed animals of Mickey and Minnie and even a Mickey Mouse pj set.

“Two-Bit, do you really think that the baby is going to like Mickey Mouse?” You joked.

“Of course y/n, they’re gonna to love Mickey Mouse as much as I do!” Two-Bit said.

You decided to break the news to Sodapop after three months of being pregnant. You were nervous and you had Two-Bit by your side by telling Sodapop that the child was his and not Two-Bit’s.

After you broke the news to Sodapop, he suddenly turned bright red, especially even more knowing about Two-Bit finding out that you two slept together behind his back. He was surprised that Two-Bit hasn’t knocked his teeth out yet for getting you pregnant. His eyes wided as he looked at your stomach.

“Im going to be a dad?” Sodapop said in shock as his emotions felt with happiness. He just couldn’t believe he was going to be father at a young age but he was happy knowing that he got the love of his life pregnant by accident aka you and was expecting a child.

“Yes Coca-Cola. It may be your blood child but Y/N is still gonna be with me regardless.” Two-Bit warn him.

Sodapop knew he did a bad thing by sleeping with you and getting you pregnant behind Two-Bit’s back. He felt really bad also.

“I know man and I’m sorry. Let this be a lesson for us? No hard feelings? Also, I just can’t believe I’m expecting my first child already.” Sodapop shyly said.

“I know, I can’t wait for the baby to arrive.” Two-Bit grinned.

You told Sodapop that you would make sure that he would be in your child’s life since he was the father and he would get to spend time with your child and make it equal days/time between you two.

You and Two-Bit also broke the news to the gang. Everyone was happy for you and they were understanding about it but Darry and Ponyboy looked really disappointed in you and Sodapop as you expected but it didn’t last for long.

“I can’t wait for my niece/nephew to be born!” Darry said one day as he hugged you happily.

“I can’t wait to met him or her! I can’t believe I’m an uncle!” Ponyboy said happily.

“We’re both gonna be uncles!!” Darry said as he happily shook Ponyboy by the shoulders.

Weeks later, you got an ultrasound and you and Two-Bit were excited to found that the gender of the baby was a girl.

“We’re having a baby girl.” You softly said to Two-Bit as you held his hand.

“I can’t wait to take care two of my princesses.” Two-Bit said as he kissed you on the cheek.

A few months later, you were just about to leave your house to go to the library to check out a few books when all the sudden, you felt your water broke.

Oh no... you thought. The baby was coming...

You knew that Two-Bit always told you that he would rush to you no matter what day or time it was so he could take you the hospital whenever your water broke.

You called Two-Bit on the house phone. Your parents were at work and they were still disappointed in you ever since you announced to them that you were pregnant. They knew they were going to have to get over the disappointment.

“Hey Two-Bit. My water broke.” You groan as you held on your stomach. “Please come quick.”

“Yeah y/n don’t worry baby, I’m not that far. I’ll see you in a bit.” Two-Bit quickly said and he hung up.

As Two-Bit said, he arrived shortly and he took you to the nearest hospital.

You held on tightly to Two-Bit’s hand while giving birth so hard that he thought you broke it by now.

“You’re doing good y/n, keep pushing baby.” Two-Bit words were so smoothing to you that it helped with the pain you were going through and gave you strength to push.

After hours and hours of labor, you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl.

“She’s so beautiful just like you y/n.” Two-Bit got emotional as he held your daughter in his arms.

“She truly is.” You smiled happily as you watched Two-Bit hold your daughter as he kissed her on the forehead.

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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HiGH

13 reasons why

Scott Reed x female! reader

Warning: getting high, vomiting, cursing, partying

Specifics: comedy, fluff, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: scott reed, jock dude, your friend, red haired cheerleader

Words: 1,854

Requested: By anon 😍😁 I'd love a Scott Reed one with fem reader. Since its getting close to Halloween how about how they got/ get together at a Halloween party?

Authors Note: sorry guys for not posting a lot here ive been studying for exams and just my life is so complicated atm so forgive me i know i should post more its just all the stress ya girl sometimes gets writers block. i appreciate u guys still sticking w me reading my stuff and im glad to be posting something and feel good about it.

The different array of colored lights shone brightly as a hit pop song blasted loud through the speakers. The party everyone at school was looking forward to. Only the best out of the best was present, stuffing their faces with alcohol and booze to wash down the pain and stresses of school and life.

You were content with staying home, wanting to open a bag of chips and really experience Netflix and chill. Solo. Alone. By yourself. A lone wolf. Why in the world were you really here at this party? You were a nobody compared to all these wannabes.

You were fidgety, playing with your fingers to control your anxiety of all these people and the atmosphere. It was so unlike you. Then you remembered. The only reason you were here was because your friend - not really - needed to trade with you the history paper you lent her. She was very persistent to get you to come to her rather than drive her car to your house. You were a very simple girl, you hated teenagers - even though you are one of them - and high school. But why did you dress your best to come to something you cared so little about? You had spent a little more over ten minutes just to pick your shoes! Did this gathering really matter to you?

“Okay y/n you’re gonna go in there and swipe that paper out of her hands and go straight back home. You’re not going to look at the food, not going to be deceived into drinking and you are certainly not going to look at a boy and dance with them because you are better than that,” you spoke aloud to yourself walking up the stairs to the house, getting some cat calls and whistles sent your way. Opening the door you were greeted by a shirtless jock. He dripped with sweat or was that beer? He was dancing as if he was experiencing a seizure.

“Remember what you gotta do, y/n,” that phrase echoed in your head. You crawled past the dancing, then squeezed past the horny animals making out by the bathrooms. “Where the f*ck is she?” Your head whipped back and forth in search for your “friend.” You landed on her doing a chug contest. “Excuse me,” you would say periodically, shoving yourself beside hollering people. You stood beside her and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn’t want to mess with her chugging so she pointed on the table by the drinks. “Thanks.” The table was littered with people f*cking like they were experiencing sex for the first time. Moaning and groaning really wanting nerdy, single people - like yourself - feel very alone and really praying they would get that action tonight. You grabbed your paper having to really pull as there was an a*s cheek of a red haired cheerleader plopped on top of it. You grimaced as you pulled the paper, making note to wash your hands when you have the chance.

“Now time to go home,” your determined self wiped your jacket getting ready to depart but your e/c eyes caught sight of a delicious looking drink. It was aqua blue with chunks of who knows what fruit in there. It was placed proudly on top of the kitchen counter.

“Wipe out!” The jock screamed on the top of his lungs, sounding like an alarm.

You covered your ears, annoyed. A group of teens took their cups and splashed some of the drink inside, enjoying the taste. “Why’s its called wipe out?” You asked the jock. Curious.

The jock raised his brow, taking you in.

“Pitiful,” you thought.

“Its because, babe, there is a secret ingredient in here.” He motioned to you.

Placing your palm on his chest you pushed him away, “I swear if its your jizz, count me out.”

“Its not, unfortunately, but just try it.”

You looked down and bit your lip. You were having a full out debate in your head, going back and forth with yourself. You had to do this paper. The party side took control of you and you snatched a cup from the table and poured yourself some “Wipe out.” You were totally going to regret this later.

A boy stood beside you, filling his cup as well. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, he was a cutie. From the way his f-boy, blond hairstyle stood still with either hairspray or gel or who knows what, to his baby blue eyes. Your eyes traveled to his lips. He saw you staring and presented you with a smirk. A sexy smirk at that. You almost fainted!

“This is bad,” your eyes widened as you felt light headed. You knew you could only keep away for so long.

“Hey, I know you. You are in my bio class. You always sit up front.” No way this boy was Scott Reed. He was the talk of the school, having to be entwined with the drama of Bryce. “I’m-”

“Scott Reed. I know and I’ve seen you in class.”

“And your name is,” he pondered for a moment. “Y/n l/n.”

Oh dear. You were starting to sweat from the realization that you and Scott were on a knowing name base. That was enough to start something. Something you didn’t want to start because you didn’t know if you could finish it.

“Wow didn’t think you were into this party life.”

“I’m not,” you took a large chug of your drink and Scott’s face looked disgusted. “What?”

“You’re not supposed to drink it that fast or all of that, for that matter. Okay you may experience being very...high.”

“High?” Yep it was truly a mistake for you step foot into this party. “There were drugs in that drink?”

“...yeah?”

“Scott!”

“Okay yes there was. I think only a little. Also alcohol, of course. It may not effect you though. Each person is different.”

You were feeling already dizzy. The world spinning but in a good way. As if you were on a ride. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of happiness and you were very, terribly hungry. The overpowering, booming music was low and muffled when it traveled through your ears. You were stoned and you wanted to dance. “DaNcE wHiP mE bAbEy.” You staggered back and forth.

“You sure?” Scott asked, holding onto your arm.

“Of CoUrSsSsSsSsSsSsSsE sCoTtY mCsNoTtY. GrInD wIf mEh.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Scott and you danced in the living room.

With the shake of your hips and the pumping of your fists you felt like you were on cloud 9.

There was a sea of fans, cheering your name. “Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!”

You performed on stage. Basking in the limelight, the attention. You were a star, a performer. You sang and danced on stage with your backup dancers giving it their all. Everyone in the crowd sang along with you, knowing every word. It was perfection.

Then you threw up and blacked out.

The pounding of your head woke you up, your eyes getting adjusted to new lighting. An unfamiliar jacket was on you and you heard the engine of a car. We’re you being kidnapped? You shot up and saw Scott - the boy from earlier - sitting beside you in his car.

“You are not used to drugs,” he chuckled.

“What happened?” You laid back calm. You touched your head thinking that was going to stop the pain.

“You threw up. All over me.”

Eyes widening in horror having the knowledge that you threw up all over the cutest boy in school. That party was cursed. You covered your mouth seeing the stain on his shirt, “I am so sorry Scott. Lets go to Walmart right now, I’ll buy you a new shirt.”

Scott touched your hand to calm you down, “its fine y/n, really. How are you though?”

“Well, lets just say I’m never doing drugs,” you sighed. “I feel really bad for doing that to your shirt. I bet you wish you never met me.”

“I would never wish that. We all make mistakes and to be honest you are the good one out of all of us. Don’t worry about this. You live and learn.” Scott drove to a drug store. “Wait here.”

Waiting for what felt like hours you imagined Scott as your knight in shining armor. You were hating yourself for feeling this way about some boy but you couldn’t help but get butterflies in your stomach when you pictured his eyes, lips, face, and even his smirk in your head. He was like another drug.

Finally, Scott returned to the car and with him was a couple of bags. “I got you some medicine to help with the mess and the feeling like you’re gonna throw up every minute.”

Scott was a lifesaver!

“I got you medicine also for the pounding in your head. I also got you water and this,” he scooped up a stuffed raccoon (ik this is weird but its the first thing i can think of) placing it in your arms.

“Aww this is so cute Scott. Thank you for all of this, really I truly appreciate all you’ve done from driving me to getting me these meds. Its means a lot.”

“No problem y/n. I always wanted to accompany a beautiful lady in distress.”

“Well you picked the right one.” Nausea was the symptoms you were feeling at that moment. It was unknown to you if it was the drugs, alcohol, or Scott.

“What are you going to name the little guy?” Scott pretended to pet the fake raccoon.

You stared at the stuffed animals eyes and knew what the littler vermin would be called. “Veneno. Its means drugs in Latin.”

Scott giggled. His smile making you weak in the knees. “That’s perfect.”

“I know right-” You hurled on the floor beside his car. It was almost like a continuous cycle. You, vomit, him, help. It was compared to a endless waterfall.

“Thats it.” Scott rubbed soothing circles on your aching back. “Let it all out. I’m here for you and not going anywhere.”

Feeling very sick at that moment, you clutched his hand for support. Finishing letting the drugs exit your body, Scott handed you the water bottle. “You know, you’re one of the good ones as well,” you croaked as your throat was burning.

You drank, letting the cold liquid slide past your throat. Your eyes kept opening and closing. Throwing up takes a lot out of your body. You felt you were used as a punching bag and all you wanted to do was get some sleep.

Scott got in his car and started it. You were a fallen leaf, a wilted flower. Your head fell against Scott’s shoulder - like a dropping petal - and there you fell asleep.

“I think its time to take you home,” Scott whispered.

Starting something with Scott meant something to you. Yes, you may have gotten high at a cheap, smelly party but at least you had the pleasure of meeting a young man who cared.

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cagestark · 5 years ago

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Hi! Im not sure if you are taking prompts, but if not pls just ignore this (I LOVE YOUR STUFF ANYWAY UR GREAT ❤️❤️❤️) What about a PrisonInmate!Tony, PrisonInmate!Steve and PrisonInmate!Bucky all trying to get their hands on freshly employed Officer!Peter who was just trying to do his job. Smut? Shenanigans? Lots of good/bad/cheesy flirting? Anything would make me so happy!!!

Hope this works for what you wanted. I had a lot of fun, feel free to hop in my inbox and let me know if you’re satisfied. I tried working Steve in but :( still not very good at writing him. Bucky is a stretch for me, too. Did what I could though! Especially considering I scrapped what I had, wrote this in 10 hours, and didn’t even glance it over skskskks sorry for errors.

Warnings: some violence, smut, drugs. 7.5k. Peter is 22!

Read here on AO3!

The first time Tony meets Officer Parker, Tony is shackled at the waist and ankles to eleven other inmates from Lincoln Correctional Facility. He reaches up with bound wrists to scrub at his facial hair hoping that he isn’t as scruffy as he feels, eyeing the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed little twink who would be driving them twenty minutes to a nearby park There they would be giving restitution to society by picking up plastic soda bottles, cigarette butts, and used condoms from under the dugout benches at the baseball diamond. Thinking of the millions of dollars he stole from his father’s company (plenty of which was still offshore and safe), Tony figures that a week of this and his debt will be repaid. He and society can call it even.

“He’s green,” Bucky mutters from beside him. He tracks the younger man’s pale eyes to Officer Twink. “No question about it.”

“Hey Fury,” Tony says when the black officer goes by, doing a head count. He motions with his bound hands to Parker. “I didn’t know it was bring-your-white-child-to-work-day. Are his legs long enough to reach the pedals in the van? Does he have his permit? Where did you leave his Hot Wheels battery-powered jeep? Will we all fit in the back, because—”

“Pushing your luck,” mutters Steve from Tony’s other side, goody-fucking-two-shoes that he is.

Fury stops walking, actually doubles back to stand in front of him. “You want me to drag you out of line, Stark? You can spend the rest of your day inside washing dishes. Or in solitary, if you feel like being an asshole like usual. Don’t fucking test me,” Fury says. He’s a real hard-ass. Tony likes him well enough.

Beyond them, Officer Parker is blushing to beat the band having heard Tony’s criticism of him. “I’m twenty-two,” he mutters, and Tony nearly groans. Beside him, Bucky does groan. This kid is so, so fucking green. What kind of dummy correctional officer just spills personal information in front of convicted felons?

The harder inmates are going to eat him alive.

If Tony doesn’t eat him first.

“Twenty-two huh? When’s your birthday, sweetheart?” Tony calls. “I’ll drop a postcard in the mail for you—"

He hears the slide of chrome on leather as Fury draws his baton. Tony has just enough time to be thankful it’s not his taser before it is jabbing him in the chest. With his feet and wrists shackled, he has no real way to keep himself upright. He ends up sprawled ass first in the dirt. Steve and Bucky have to adjust to avoid falling themselves and likely taking the whole line down with them.

“Did you just threaten Officer Parker, Stark?” Fury asks, bending over him.

Tony squints up against the sun. “If my heartfelt affection is threatening, then—”

“One more word and you’re spending the week on D Block.” D Block is solitary confinement, and if there is anything more painful to Tony, he doesn’t know what it is. Being alone with his thoughts, no one there to fill the silence, walls so thick he can’t even hear the shouts from other inmates around him—it’s enough to drive him to the edge. He folds.

“Parker,” Fury barks. “Give me your keys. Stark isn’t coming on the field trip.”

“How else am I going to repay society?” Tony asks, holding up his wrists so Fury can unchain him out of the line. Fury doesn’t dignify him with an answer, and it’s probably for the best. Words tend to pour out of Tony’s mouth without thought even at the best of times. And he really isn’t looking for spending the first week of Officer Parker’s employment up on D Block getting his trays through the slot in the door.

While Fury undoes the locks with practiced ease, Parker stands back practically wringing his hands. He looks distraught, downright upset to be honest. When he catches Tony looking, the kid turns red and looks away. God. Fucking adorable.

Tony glances up at Bucky who is looking straight ahead with the smuggest fucking smirk. He winks at Parker and the kid literally has to turn away, probably before he has a stroke, because Bucky is a good-looking guy. And he’s going to spend the entire week, eight hours a day picking up trash while being supervised by Officer Twink.

“You lucky bastard,” Tony says to him.

“Bucky’s probably got him bent on all fours in one of the dugout’s right now,” Tony mutters unhappily around an unlit cigarette. They aren’t supposed to smoke inside—it’s against the rules, actually, not just frowned upon—but in times of anxiety, he likes the familiarity of it between his lips. He picks up his dealt cards from the table and glances at them: a straight. Not bad.

“Should have kept your mouth shut,” Toomes says from across the table. His joy at Tony’s dismay is poorly disguised behind his own hand. “That’d be you, right now. Picking up trash in Manhattan. The highlight of your day getting your dick sucked in a dugout littered with caramel corn and old wads of chewing gum. God, how the mighty fall.”

“Could be you right now, too,” Tony offers genially. “But those domestic violence charges mean you don’t even get the chance to go on field trips, huh?”

“Not to mention,” Rhodes says from beside him, a dark-skinned man with a generally unhappy face, and serious disposition. He was one of the only people on the block that Tony genuinely trusted—that sort of trust was hard earned. They’d even exchanged addresses so they could communicate after one or the other gets processed out. “No guard would risk their job for a suck job with you, Toomes.”

“Brutal,” Tony says, holding out his hand to shake Rhodes’s. “True, but absolutely brutal.”

“Thanks,” Rhodey says dryly. “Is someone going to call, or what?”

Toomes ends up storming off, leaving his hand flat on the table. When Tony flips it over, he only had one pair. Unfortunate bastard.

“He’s going to give you problems, Tony,” Rhodey says. His dark eyes are still tracking Toomes who is sulking across the floor back to his cell, where he stands in the doorway, scanning the room. “He’s not showing you respect, and he’s not meshing well with the block. It’s going to come to a head soon.”

“Is this foreshadowing?” Tony asks lazily.

Rhodey just stares.

Tony is dozing in his cell when a large form takes up the doorway. He slits his eyes open to see Bucky there, fresh from a shower with his jumpsuit half-undone and tied around his waist. The white wifebeater he wears shows off his arms, including the gnarly scars on his left shoulder from his last tour overseas. It clings to skin that is still a little wet, and Tony licks his lips.

“Hey snowflake,” he says, voice raspy. “Come to rub it in?”

Bucky sits cross-legged on the floor, back against the concrete wall. “His name is Peter. He graduated from the academy last May. This is his first job—if you don’t count the food joint he worked at as a kid. And his birthday is August tenth.”

Tony scoffs. “What, you didn’t get his social security number too? I’m disappointed. And I don’t believe you.”

Bucky holds up a scarred hand, solemn. “Swear on my tags.”

“How the hell could you have found out so much about the kid in a handful of hours? With Fury marching around no less.”

The smile that slides over Bucky’s face is so fucking handsome. Downright sensual. “Fury didn’t come. He was just there for headcount. It was Coulson escorting us with the kid. He spent the whole time sitting in the van with the AC and radio on, chainsmoking. You’re going to shit yourself, Tony. This kid is so fucking sincere and sweet—” Bucky throws his voice into what must be a poor impression of Peter’s trembling voice. “—thanks Mister Barnes, you’ve been so friendly. I’m glad my first day was spent with you.”

“Aww fuck. Goddamnit. Son of a bitch.”

Bucky laughs. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get your chance. He told me today was just to break him in. Tomorrow? He’s on the block. And don’t worry, I put in a good word for you. My friend Tony, I said, he’s one of the most solid guys I know. Arrogant as fuck, but a sweetheart underneath the ten different layers of ego and narcicism.”

Tony’s eyes shut. His hands come together in a prayer position over his chest. “Oh thank you, sweet Jesus.”

“Thank me,” Bucky says, wiggling his eyebrows.

In the back of the cell is a curtain that can be drawn shut while an inmate uses the facilities. It’s where most sex happens during the daytime, when anyone is liable to walk by and glance into a cell. Tony jerks a thumb at it. “You want to see what lies behind curtain number one, Buck?”

“Sure. I’m feeling lucky.”

Showers open at dawn, and Tony is one of the first inmates there. He takes extra time soaping himself up in the lukewarm water. By the time trays are brought in, he is dressed with his hair combed. The tank top he wears is white as is required for all clothes that aren’t jumpsuits, and it looks good against his tanned skin. Tony looks fucking good for his age—which is somewhere past thirty and before fifty, thanks, don’t worry about it.

He’s halfway through a tray of biscuits and gravy with more-than-decent hash-browns when Officer Parker comes in, the door of the block screeching open. He’s escorted again by Coulson. They tend to keep senior officers with green ones, because it’s so easy for the new guys to fall prey to inmates, whether by manipulation, intimidation, or sheer manpower. Tony has seen it happen. Tony has caused it, himself. He didn’t end up as the top guy in the block by shaking hands and kissing ass.

Coulson points out things around the block: the cells (obvious), the showers, the cameras. Tony isn’t close enough to hear what’s being said, but he can imagine. Guards come in every hour during the day and every two hours at night to stroll around the block peaking into cells. Even when they aren’t a physical presence on the floor, they are always watching behind the cameras. That will be Peter’s job today: walking the floor. Every sixty minutes, he’ll walk right by Tony in his cute little dress blues. They look too clingy to be at all efficient, especially on Peter’s lithe little form, narrow hips barely able to support the holster on his waist.

Peter turns around and Tony gets a nice glimpse of his ass—God, he wants to bite it.

Bucky looks less enthusiastic today, hair pulled back into a wet bun, dark circles under his eyes. They’d slept in the same bunk last night, but when he’d awoken in the morning, Bucky had been gone. Nightmares, probably. “Now who’s the lucky bastard?” he mumbles around his fork.

Tony. Tony is the lucky bastard.

When Coulson and Peter go by, Tony calls out, face wearing a winning smile. “Good morning, officers.”

“Good morning,” Peter says sweetly. When he notices that it is Tony who spoke, his eyes double in size. Obviously, Tony has already made an impression. He plants his chin on his palm, elbow resting on the table, and lets his eyes rove over the green boy. Unashamed is his middle name.

“Inmate number one to watch out for, Parker,” Coulson says. But Tony thinks there’s a little affection underneath the vacant expression. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

“I’m hurt, Phil,” Tony says. “Really hurt.”

“Stark is here for fraud, and he’s a master manipulator.”

“That’s better—stroke my ego, Phil. I love it. Go on.”

Coulson looks unimpressed. “Give him a wide berth.”

Peter nods obediently. His eyes trail over to Bucky and he lights up, squinting with a smile liable to outshine the sun. “Good morning Bucky! How are you?”

Coulson looks liable to have a fucking stroke. Lips twitching, Bucky salutes. “Doing great, sweet thing, how about yourself?”

“Can’t complain,” Peter says, blushing prettily.

Coulson ends up having to drag him off. Tony can’t imagine the dressing down he’s going to be receiving once they’re in private. Actually, he can, and it’s an image he cherishes. It wouldn’t hurt for the sweet kid to have some sense knocked into him by the other guards—before one of the inmates knocks it into him for them. The thought makes Tony’s fist clench around his fork. If anybody is knocking anything into Peter, it will be him. And Bucky. Preferably at the same time.

“You can hold him down,” Tony says lowly to Bucky across the table. “I’d like to see your thick arms wrapped around him. He looks like a squirmer, so sensitive. You can keep him still with nowhere to go, sitting on your cock, and I’ll suck him off. I bet he cries.”

“Shut up,” Bucky says, eyes half-lidded. He makes a stabbing motion with his plastic fork. “Or I’ll end up in the bathroom at the park beating off.”

“I like the thought of that.”

“Yeah, well I don’t.”

The next time Peter comes around, he is alone. Tony, Toomes, and some of the other guys are sitting around the table playing poker.

“Afternoon gentlemen,” Peter says cordially. Tony is immediately smitten—the kid is trying so hard to be a Big Boy. It’s so fucking endearing. All Tony wants to do is drag the kid by the belt to the nearest cell and suck him off.

“Afternoon, handsome,” Tony says.

“I hope there’s no gambling going on,” Peter says, his arms cross across his chest. Jesus, his arms are skinny but fucking built, muscles straining beneath the cuffs of his shirt. There’s strength there. He’s reminded suddenly that this kid did pass the academy, so he does have some training under his belt.

“Gambling is against the rules, officer,” Tony says brightly. He takes the cigarette from behind his ear, hands desperate for something to do, and tucks it between his lips. “Do we look like rule breakers to you?”

Peter shakes the hand of each man around the table. Tony would have to be blind not to see the looks he’s garnering: incredulity, attraction, calculation. Toomes looks like he’s about to cream his jumpsuit when his rough hand wraps around Peter’s soft, tiny one. The look he shoots Tony is smug.

“Do I get a handshake, Officer?” Tony asks sweetly as the kid is trying to make his escape.

He looks at Tony’s hand like it is a trap. Tony softens.

“I’m sorry if I came on too strong before,” he says gently. “I just want to say, Welcome to LCF.”

Peter takes his hand. It is just as soft and smooth as it looks, but the grip is strong and firm, and Tony feels irrational pride—look at this little boy standing up to him, so fucking fearless. He makes sure to keep the handshake simple and wholesome, even though it hurts to let go. Judging by the look on Peter’s face, he agrees.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” the kid breaths and fuck. That goes right to his cock.

“You’re quite welcome,” he purrs.

The guards work 2-2-3’s, predictably. That means that Peter will have two day shifts, two days off, three night shifts, two days off, two day shifts, three days off, so on and so forth. The next two days with no Peter to look forward to and Bucky spending the 9 to 5 picking up trash are some of the dullest he’s ever had. Rhodey is the only consolation. They spend a lot of their time watching television together or playing chess.

And nights are spent with Bucky. They take turns topping, pressing each other into the mattress and muttering a litany of dirty prose in each other’s ears. Peter makes a lot of appearances in their repertoire, and some of the best orgasms Tony’s had in ages come from imagining him walking into his cell someday to find Bucky sucking off Officer Parker, or the other way around.

Sometimes, Tony has to go behind the curtain in his cell and pretend he’s taking a shit, when in reality he is jerking off to the thought. Popping a boner during poker isn’t exactly welcome.

The night shifts aren’t ideal. From 6 pm to 6 am, Peter will come in to walk the floor, shining light into cells to make sure everything is up to code. There isn’t as much time for conversation, but Tony figures he’ll be happy to spend the night awake in his buck just for the glimpses of Peter he’ll get. God, he’s fucking worked up over this kid. Mr. Stark, he called him. Jesus.

When Peter comes in at six, it is to general greeting suffused with catcalls. His face turns red as a tomato, but he smiles, looking pleased by the comradery.

“Hey doll,” Bucky says when he strolls by. Trays came in a few minutes prior, so they are eating. Salisbury steak tonight, disgusting—but the gravy isn’t half bad. Peter waves, coming over.

“Hi Mr. Barnes. Hi Mr. Stark.”

“It’s Tony, sweetheart,” Tony says. “Even Coulson calls us by our first names. You can do it too.”

“T-Tony,” Peter stutters.

“Say it again,” Tony purrs. “You need to get your practice in now.”

Bucky kicks him under the table. “You’re going to give him an aneurysm. Sorry Pete—Tony is a bit of a horn dog. He’s what the kids call thirsty.”

Peter laughs, hiding his smile behind his hand. “Yeah, I could have guessed. Is he like this with everybody?”

Tony goes to open his mouth, but is stopped by the increased pressure on the arch of his foot by Bucky’s boot under the table. When he glances over, Bucky looks earnest, serious. He puts a scarred hand over his heart. “No sir. Swear on my service tags. You’ve got us all smitten.”

Peter melts. He bites his lip, casting Tony a shy but warm glance. “I—you guys are so nice. I better get back to—yeah—”

They both watch Peter’s ass as he walks away.

“You smooth motherfucker. I need to start taking a page out of your book,” Tony mutters. He rubs his ankle softly against Bucky’s. It’s the most affection they’re willing to give each other out on the floor. Affection is weakness here, and as the guy who runs the floor, Tony knows he has a big target on his chest. He’d rather not make it any bigger. For him, or for Bucky.

It’s nearing ten PM. Lights go out at 9:30, and while not everyone is asleep, the raucous gatherings are contained to individual cells.

Like Tony’s. He is biting his knuckles, panting as Bucky sucks him off. They’ve spent the last hour cuddling in the bunk, running their hands over each other, muttering dirty things between them. He’s been hard for the better part of that hour, and it’s only now that Bucky has shown mercy on him, tugging him up to sit on the edge of the bunk, knees spread wide. He rucks up Tony’s wifebeater over his abs and chest to rub a thumb at one of his nipples, causing his cock to jump.

“Let’s give a show, baby, huh?” Bucky whispers before swallowing him down. Tony jolts, barely managing to cut off the groan that builds up in his throat.

Bucky gives head with enthusiasm and without shame, probably because he looks so fucking hot without his inhibitions, and he knows it. Eyes closed like Tony’s cock is the tastiest thing he’s ever had in his mouth, Bucky drools and chokes himself, sometimes pressing Tony’s cock up so that he can mouth at the older man’s balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time.

Tony holds off his orgasm for as long as he can. He loves this, loves how aroused Bucky gets from sucking cock, whining around it, one hand reaching between his own legs to jerk himself off.

Then comes the light. It blinds Tony whose eyes are accustomed to the darkness. He gasps, jerking backwards in horror at being caught, but Bucky’s hands grab his hips and wrench him forwards, taking him deeper.

There comes a gasp, high and effeminate.

Peter.

The flashlight fumbles and clicks off, but Tony doesn’t hear the footsteps move away. His eyes readjust to the darkness, and he sees Peter’s form standing in the doorway, one hand up to press against his mouth.

Bucky chokes himself, swallowing around the head of Tony’s cock, and something about being watched—being watched by Peter—has Tony gasping, fisting Bucky’s long hair and fucking into his throat as he cums. He barely manages to keep his eyes open through the pleasure, because now he can just make out the dim form of features on Peter’s face, eyes half-closed, and knuckles clutched between his teeth.

He likes what he sees.

“Jesus, baby,” Tony whispers, stroking Bucky’s hair. The man stands up, pants slung to his ankles, fisting his naked cock furiously. The low cots mean that when he cums with a groan, he stripes Tony’s chest with it, and he loves it, fucking loves marking and being marked by Bucky. “You wanted to give Peter a show, huh?”

The sound Peter makes is tortured. He turns and nearly sprints away, perfunctorily walking down the rest of the cells, glancing in to make sure no one is smoking or hoarding blankets or any other thing.

They sit side by side on the bunk, panting.

“All part of the plan, handsome,” Bucky mutters, pressing a tender kiss to Tony’s forehead.

“Petey came to my cell last night,” Toomes says the next day. The guard on duty is in Tony’s palm, so Tony smokes unabashedly and without fear of repercussions, flicking his ash in a neat pile next to him, because littering isn’t cool.

He isn’t sure what his facial expression says, but he hopes its as stony and unbelieving as he feels. “Good for you, Toomes. Did you finally get that suck job you wanted?”

The other man scoffs, waving away Tony’s accusations. “He’s too skittish for that. But he saw me reading. Frankenstein. Did you know he’s a big reader, Tony?”

Tony didn’t know. He tries not to let it show how rankled it makes him, that there is any part of Peter that this vulture has picked off before Tony or Bucky.

“Maybe you can start a book club,” Tony suggests.

Beside him, Rhodey snorts into his cards.

“He’s full of shit, Tony. You know that,” Bucky soothes. He’s sitting on Tony’s cot, freshly showered, watching Tony pace, cigarette clutched between his lips. The younger man is getting a tan from his time spent out in the sun picking up trash. For a fair skinned, fair eyed man, he tans surprisingly well. Tony certainly appreciates the aesthetic.

“He’s not. Not about this, at least,” Tony mutters. “Peter waved to him tonight at dinner when you were getting your tray. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to look at Toomes with a pleasant expression. I can’t unsee it.”

“You poor thing,” Bucky says, sounding not at all sympathetic. “Look, the kid’s worked here for three days. This is his fourth fucking shift. Seduction takes time. You always do this—if something you want doesn’t fall into your lap right away, you get mopey. Where’s the Tony you always talk about, the one who had patience, who worked hard to reap rewards?”

“Worked real hard to reap my dad’s money, you’ve got that right,” Tony mutters. “You suck at pep talks, snowflake.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Then how about I just console you?”

Tony takes the cigarette from his mouth and points it at him. “Now you’re talking.”

It’s nearing two in the morning. Peter has been by a handful of times, face red when he glances into their cell. Bucky and Tony jerked each other off hours ago—shame he missed it—and have spent the rest of the evening sitting on the cot talking. Bucky does push-ups. Tony admires the view.

“I’m out of smokes,” Bucky says. He means pot—Tony doesn’t partake, but on night when Bucky does, sleeps easier and wakes more rested. “I need more papers.”

“I got ‘em baby.”

“Thanks, Tony.”

Tony can get anything into prison. It’s about greasing the guards—and he makes sure to know which ones squeak and which ones don’t. Then he keeps them well, well lubricated. Whenever someone needs something (matches, drugs, porn, other contraband), Tony is the guy who gets it. But he’s not dumb enough to be the guy who keeps it. That’s on the straw men Tony keeps around the block. One houses the rolling papers. Another has the pot. There’s a cellphone in the cell beside Tony. And if there are shakedowns with guards Tony doesn’t have under his thumb, those men agree to take the fall, and Tony agrees to make it up to them.

It’s late and dark, most people actually asleep now. Tony feels his way down to the cells to the guy who’s housing the papers for joints. The guy snores to wake the dead, but Tony doesn’t care, letting himself in and going to the designated location.

It’s on his way back that he hears the noise.

Voices.

He’d ignore them—some guys will stay up all night talking—but one of those voices is too high.

It’s panicked, too.

Breathing heavier, he takes care to muffle his steps. He isn’t wearing shoes, and that makes him vulnerable in a fight, but he’s held his own in worse situations. The element of surprise will be instrumental in coming out on top—if he needs to. Keeping his breaths quiet, he follows the sounds to the showers, empty but still smelling damp and faintly of soap.

It’s definitely Peter’s voice.

There are windows here that let in the moonlight. Tony stands in the shadow of the doorway, watching and listening.

“Come on, Adrian, quit—”

��You come on, Petey. I’ll make it good for you. It’s got to be tough, being around all the men on the block, being flirted with all the time. Gets a kid hot and bothered I bet, huh? You’re a hot little thing. I saw the way you looked at me last night. I’m here for you, honey. You can use me—”

“I don’t want to. I could lose my job.”

“I’ll take it to the grave, Pete, I swear.”

Peter is pressed against the tiled wall between two showerheads. Adrian is pinning him there with his body, and the size difference is drastic. Peter is so fucking tiny and frail looking, eyes huge and frightened, hands clenching and unclenching even though he has a fucking weapon, come on Pete, pull your baton, your taser, your fucking gun—

Adrian’s hand drifts from where it’s caressing Peter’s jaw. It presses against his chest, fingering the buttons down Peter’s dress blues, and then palms the young man’s cock.

Tony sees red. He wishes he had the shiv he keeps hidden on the floor, but there’s no time to search for it in the dark, and he can make do without it anyway. Get Adrian down and then pull Peter’s baton, beat Toomes again and again and again until the man eats his meals through a straw or not at all.

“I said no, Toomes.” Peter grabs the man’s wrist and twists it expertly. With a strength Tony didn’t know could be contained in such a tiny form, he switches their positions to press Toomes’s face into the wall, grinding it against the tiles. The man struggles but Peter is holding strong, lithe little muscles bulging as he kicks the man’s legs apart so he can’t get proper leverage to push him away. Then he grabs his cuffs, and in a heartbeat, the larger man is subdued. “I tried to be nice, didn’t I? No means no, asshole.”

He wrenches Toomes away from the wall and they both turn to see Tony standing there. They all look at each other, mouths open. Then Tony lifts his hands and brings them together softly, a standing ovation.

“I’m not going to lie,” he says breathlessly. “I’m a little hard right now.”

Peter scowls. “Not now, Tony. Go press the button to let the other guards know I need help.”

“No can do, sweet thing. But it looks like you’ve got it covered for yourself.”

Peter does, frog marching Toomes across the floor and out of the Block. Tony watches it all with an incredulous expression. And a chub. Even after they’re gone, he stands on the quiet, dark floor, pondering what he’s seen. When Bucky puts a hand on his shoulder, Tony nearly jumps out of his own skin.

“What happened?” he asks. “Was that Peter I heard?”

“Oh Buck. You won’t believe this yarn I’m going to spin you.”

Toomes doesn’t return to the block. More than likely, he is shifted to another block with more violent offenders. They tend to group inmates based on the charges against them and their charge history. Tony wonders what exactly he’ll be charged with now. Attempted assault of a police officer? It sounds delicious. Whatever the punishment, it will be too good for him.

Bucky is torn up. Coming home from war has left him sensitive to certain aggressions, and he often feels things too keenly. Takes things too personally. “No means no,” he says, voice thick, faced press into Tony’s neck as he holds him. “Why don’t people listen? No means no.”

“We know that. They know that too. They just don’t care, baby. We’ll see Pete tomorrow and find out how he’s doing.”

Bucky lifts his head. His eyes are cloudy and distant “Tell me again how he roughed up Toomes.”

“With pleasure,” Tony purrs. “He’s so goddamn petite, but his hiding some serious muscles under that uniform. God, it had me worked up, the way he knocked Toomes’s legs apart. The snap of the cuffs. When we get out of here, snowflake, we need to invest in a pair of those.”

Bucky snorts, but he looks pleased.

Part of Tony worried that Peter wouldn’t come in for his shift. He wouldn’t blame the kid; he’d almost been assaulted on the job. The guards had it tough. If it wasn’t sexual harassment, it was physical intimidation—the latter of which Tony himself had been guilty of. But he shouldn’t have underestimated their boy.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Peter says shyly. He’s got his hands on his narrow hips, but Tony knows that those fingers are long enough to wrap all the way around a man’s wrist, wrenching it back.

“How are you?” Bucky asks when Peter comes by.

Peter smiles, soft and gentle. “I’m okay, Bucky. How are you?”

“Better, now that I’ve seen your handsome face.”

Peter blushes, so susceptible to Bucky’s lines. Then he turns his eyes to Tony, and they grow colder. He barely nods recognition before strutting away. Tony can’t even appreciate the way the tight pants hug his ass, because he’s too busy with his mouth agape, jerking a thumb at the boy’s back and asking Bucky, “What did I do?”

That night they are waiting up for Peter the first time he makes his rounds. They decide to sit on the floor so as to be as non-threatening as possible (Peter went through a fucking ordeal yesterday, and they aren’t looking to add to his stress), Tony with his back against the edge of the cot and Bucky propped up against the wall, one foot flat on the floor and the other tickling Tony’s thighs. Yes, the bunks are that small.

As soon as Peter’s light shines in, Bucky calls for him gently.

Carefully, he steps into the room, shining the light towards the ceiling to cast a glow over all of them. His face is somber, but he smiles.

“Hey Bucky. What do you need?”

Bucky doesn’t beat around the bush. “We want to know if you’re really okay. Tony told me about Toomes. That guy’s a fucking piece of work. Hope some guys up on B Block crack his skull in—won’t be no skin off society’s nose.”

Peter shakes his head. “That’s not a good way to talk. That’s not justice. I’m doing fine—Toomes wasn’t hard to subdue.”

“You handled him like a pro,” Tony adds.

Peter’s look frosts over. “Like a police officer, yes. No thanks to you.”

Tony groans. “Is that why you’re mad at me? Because I wouldn’t go press the button for you, baby?”

“Don’t call me that. And yes. I thought we were—” Peter doesn’t finish. He blushes, obviously knowing how silly that sentence sounds: a CO being friends with an inmate. But it cuts Tony all the same, and Bucky’s look across the room is murderous.

“You didn’t try to get help? What the fuck, Tony.” His foot lashes out and catches Tony in the shin, and fuck that stings!

“I’m not a snitch,” Tony snaps.

“Look, I’ll leave you both to this—”

“I was going to handle it if Peter couldn’t—I was going to kill that son of a bitch. That’s how things work in here, you know that Bucky. This isn’t the military. There’s no honor or morals. There’s just rules, and the number one rule is no snitching. If there’s a problem, we handle it this way.”

Peter swallows. “Tony—you can’t just say that. I can’t—I’ve got to tell somebody that you said that, I think.”

“This place doesn’t have honor, but we do,” Bucky growls. “Or at least, I thought you did.”

“You know I’d have killed for him,” Tony says through his teeth. “Just like how I’d kill for you—”

“Would you fucking stop it?” Peter hisses. It’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over them to hear him curse. His grip has gone white on his flashlight he’s so tense, lips pressed into a thin, furious line. “Why are you two doing this? Is it—is this just to, to fuck with me? I don’t get it, I—”

All the anger seeps out of him. He looks lost, tortured. Both of the angry men in front of him soften. What is it about this boy that melts them like wax under flame? Bucky shuffles up onto his knees, looking with his long hair like some knight from an old medieval story, begging for forgiveness of his fair lady.

“Pete, we didn’t mean to come on so strong. Please—will you sit for a bit?”

Peter glances back at the floor. It is dark and mostly quiet, some laughter coming from a cell further down the line. “I shouldn’t,” he says. “I need to do my job.”

“We won’t keep you here, if you want to leave. We aren’t like Toomes. But if you’re willing, we’d like to talk. Work this out.”

Looking torn, Peter sits. Tony and Bucky flank him, but the boy doesn’t look threatened in the slightest, just hunches himself over to rest his elbows on his knees. “Okay. Go ahead and talk,” he says.

“Bucky and I are together.”

Peter snorts. “I got that when I saw him sucking you off.”

Tony blinks. “Oh. Well that happens in here every now and again—some men will do anything in here for company, even if they don’t really swing that way on the outside. But Bucky and I—we’re pretty in love.”

“Yeah,” says Bucky. “He’s dumb. But I love him.”

Peter laughs a little. “Okay. Yeah. So you two are together.”

“We’re polyamorous,” Tony admits. “That means we have a lot of love to give and aren’t unopposed to giving it to multiple people at once. Bucky here, he’s got a boyfriend down the line, Steve—you know Steve?”

“I know Mr. Rogers. He seems nice.”

“He’s real nice,” Bucky smirks. “Our point here is that up until now, we’ve had passing flings with other people, but we’ve never shared anyone. We’ve never wanted to share anyone—until you. And now it’s like our stupidity has squared itself, because we both are falling over ourselves to try to attract you.”

He’s glad he’s letting Bucky take the lead. Tony might have a way with words, but Bucky absolutely has tact and softness that Tony can’t muster up in his wildest dreams. Peter is sitting between them looking red-faced but thoughtful. “So, what? You guys both want to date me?”

“We can’t exactly set up a table with a cloth and wine and dine you, princess,” Tony says. He tries to stay soft and honest, because his mother always used to say that honesty is the best policy. Peter looks like the kind of kid who would appreciate that. “As unfortunate as that is. I’ve got five months left on my sentence, and Bucky has almost double that. And as—what is it Bucky? Thirsty?—as thirsty as we both are, we understand that you wouldn’t want to put your job in jeopardy.”

Peter looks relieved by their admission. “I don’t really know how I feel, to be honest. You’re both—wow, you’re both really hot. Duh. But I don’t know you. Maybe I could get to know you? A little at a time? And once you’re out Tony, if I’m not seeing anyone, we could go out? There’s…” Peter swallows. “There’s definitely chemistry here.”

“Yeah, kid, I feel that,” Tony says.

“We don’t want to pressure you,” Bucky emphasizes, shooting Tony a look overhead that says keep it in your pants. They’ve been seeing each other in here long enough to have reached the telepathic portion of their relationship, thanks. “You’re already promising more than we could have hoped for. And we really appreciate you sitting down and talking things out with us. That’s never easy, doll.”

The younger man blushes prettily, shrugging. He stands. “I really should get back to work.”

“Okay, kid. Whatever you need to do,” Tony agrees. He shifts, hard in his sweatpants, the proximity to his lover and his maybe, possibly, someday lover has sweat beading at the nape of his neck and his imagination running wild. Peter’s eyes track his movements and then fall to his lap.

He licks his lips.

Honest to god.

“I—wait for me. Just—” Peter disappears, flashlight bobbing as he continues down the line. They can hear him popping his head in to a cell further down and telling the guys to please be respectful of the other inmates, thanks!

“Buck,” Tony groans. They smash together with no finesse, both of them stressed and horny from their confrontation with Peter. They taste like mint toothpaste they used before lights out, and Tony licks into the younger man’s mouth unabashedly, sucking on his tongue, licking at his teeth. “God, I need you,” he whispers.

“Take me,” Bucky urges. “Come on, baby. Take me.”

They shed clothes like they’re on fire. Tony folds Bucky’s legs up—for a large guy, he’s surprisingly nimble—and lowers his mouth to Bucky’s ass, licking a hot stripe over his hole and to his balls. He hears the hiss above him, the groan muffled by a fist in his mouth. Not for the first time, Tony hates prison. He hates that they have to be quiet, that they can’t let themselves go and love each other properly, just hushed romps like this in the middle of the night.

“What do you think he meant?” Bucky pants, fingers clenching on Tony’s hair. “Wait for me?”

There is a whispered groan from the doorway. They both turn to see Peter there, leaning against the bars, eyes heavy. “I meant wait, but I get it. God, I get it. You’re both so, wow, god.”

“He’s eloquent,” Tony says. They shift on instinct, turning so as to give Peter a better view. He turns off his flashlight and it takes time for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. Peter stands with his back to the wall, hands clasped behind his back like he’s in handcuffs.

“I can’t—I can’t do anything,” Peter pants. “But I could watch. If you wanted me to.”

“Do you want to?” Bucky asks.

“God yes,” Peter breaths, voice high. One hand palms at his crotch. His uniform has him blending in to the darkness, but they can guess what he’s doing, and fuck that turns Tony on, like there’s fire in his blood. He goes back to eating Bucky’s ass, pressing a thumb against the rim to hold him open so he can slip his tongue inside.

“Jesus, Tony,” Bucky says. “Fuck me. Just fuck me, come on.”

Tony is in full agreement. It’s too much; they’re all too worked up. The sounds from Bucky, the sounds from Peter, the taste of his lover in his mouth—his cock feels fit to burst as he pulls it from his sweats. He doesn’t dare pump it for fear of blowing his load right away. God this isn’t going to be the best performance to share with their new love, but he hopes that Peter can forgive him if he comes off as a three-pump-chump.

He presses in slow. Bucky is still soft and pliant from their fucking the night before, and there’s no discomfort on his lover’s face even when he bottoms out. Bucky’s legs wrap around him and he urges Tony forward with his heels and voice: “Come on, baby. Fuck me. Give it to me. Put on a show.”

Tony knows just how Bucky likes it. There’s no holding back, just the brutal thrusting of his hips that has Bucky giving off choked noises, one hand pressed firmly over his mouth and the other scrabbling at the sheet on the cot. It only takes a moment for Tony to glance over and see Peter, hand flashing in the darkness as he jerks his own cock through his dress blues, and Tony is mounting the crest, balls contracting, stomach tensing.

Bucky blows first, untouched. Tony barely gets a fist around him when he realizes what’s happening, pumping furiously to help his lover through it. Then he is there himself, grip maybe too tight around Bucky’s cock, hips snapping desperately while he blows his load. It feels like it lasts forever. Was over so, so quick.

Even when they’re done, panting, sandwiched together, they hear Peter: breathy little whines from across the room. He stops jerking himself off when they stop lazily and lovingly grinding their hips together, but it’s obvious by the unconscious swaying of his hips that he didn’t cum.

“Take care of him,” Bucky mutters, pressing a kiss to Tony’s sweaty temple. “Get on your knees for him.”

“Yes,” Tony gasps. His cock slips free of Bucky, still tingling pleasantly. He walks on his knees the few feet it takes to be at Peter’s feet, staring up at his tortured expression.

“I can’t,” Peter gasps. “I can’t do anything. That’d be wrong—”

“Then don’t do anything, Officer,” Tony purrs. He reaches a hand up and rubs at Peter’s cock. The kid keens softly, thrusting his hips out even as he grips uselessly at the wall. He’s desperate for relief, desperate to get away. Tony bats his eyes, though no one can see in the dark. “Let me do the work, sir. Please?”

Peter swallows hard. He nods frantically, and that’s all Tony needs to undo Peter’s belt, wrench down his dress slacks and boxers. He doesn’t even get a good look at the kid’s cock, just swallows him down. It’s a nice mouthful, and he has to work to get the last inch or so, taking the head just into his throat. “I’m—I don’t want to hurt you,” Peter gasps.

Tony swallows.

Peter cums. Tony barely manages to pull back, desperate to taste him on his tongue. One hand comes up to work at Peter’s twitching cock, the other cradling his balls to help prolong his pleasure. The kid sounds like he’s never cum before in his life, hands gripping at the concrete wall, giving tiny aborted thrusts, mouth open and panting.

“Thank you, Officer,” Tony says, voice a little distorted from deep-throating. Peter slumps down the wall, knees shaking, until they’re kneeling across from each other. Tony can’t help it, he laughs a little. “You didn’t need to be worried about hurting me, baby. That wasn’t my first blowjob.”

It’s Peter’s turn to chuckle. “I did have good reason to be worried.” He cuts himself off, like there was more he was going to say, but stopped himself.

“What is it, doll?” Bucky asks. He’s lounging on the bed, watching them with lazy, sated eyes. He’s so fucking handsome, Tony crawls across the floor to kiss him and press the last of Peter’s cum into his mouth. The other man moans appreciatively.

“It’s kind of a crazy story,” Peter admits.

“We know a thing or two about crazy,” Tony says. “Try us.”

Peter’s clenches his hands together tightly. “It’s weird, actually. It has to do with a spider.”

Bucky and Tony share a glance, equal parts confused and amused. Tony settles in, leaning his head to rest on the cot beside Bucky. “Go on then,” he says. “We’re listening.”

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#winterironspider #starker #winteriron #prison #drugs #violence #cagewrites

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numba99 · 5 years ago

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Fatal Attraction Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When a mysterious man shows up at your job, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to him - and him to you. But behind the beautiful face is the dark lifestyle of a man who has made his wealth through becoming the most powerful drug dealer in the city. Word count: 2.7k

Song (I already forgot to do this for part 2 so you’r getting the one I meant for that part too) - ... Ready For It? // Taylor Swift & Finally//Beautiful Stranger // Halsey

Warning: mentions of death

Two weeks. Two weeks shouldn’t feel that long but it felt like an eternity. That was how long it had been since you had seen Mika, or even heard from him. You didn’t know what went wrong. When your date got interrupted, you thought you’d get an explanation a few hours later, or at least the next day. You were beginning to wonder if what you witnessed was a lot more serious than it seemed.

A small, overly anxious part of you was afraid that maybe Mika got hurt by the Dimitri guy and that’s what you hadn’t heard from him. You tried to push that thought out of your head, but with each day that went by, it seemed more possible. You didn’t think Mika would be the type to just ghost you, especially after you figured out he was really a coke dealer. You could rat him out if you were mad for all he knew. Not that you would ever do that.

You were pretty desperate for any contact at this point. A simple “im okay,” text would have at least put you at ease. But nothing. Maybe Mika wasn't the guy you thought, you didn’t know him that well, really. Or maybe something really bad happened...

You shook your head at yourself in the cracked mirror in the strip club changing room. You couldn’t let that thought get to you right now. You had a job to do, a shitty job, but a job nonetheless. Rent wasn’t going to pay itself, and you certainly weren’t going to get any tips if you looked all mopey.

So, you stepped out and did your thing. No amount of pep talk, however, could prevent the heaviness in your chest when you looked at where Mika usually sat and found and empty chair. It had be empty for awhile now, but you still weren’t able to shake that little glimmer of hope that you’d look out a find him there, just like old times.

You weren’t quite sure how long you were up there for. It all felt like a daze recently. It could have been 5 songs, maybe 10? You didn’t really know. What you did know was Rick was now excitedly motioning for you, which meant only one thing. Private room booking. The absolute last thing you wanted to do right now.

“There’s my little money maker,” Rick said with his classical sleazy smile.

“Where am I going?” you replied, biting back a gag. You had men look at you nearly naked every night, but something about how Rick looked at you made your stomach churn. He was someone who enjoyed his job way too much.

“Room 2, enjoy,” he replied. You rolled your eyes and walked away quickly; you didn't wanna give him a chance to slap your ass as you left. You seriously hoped this guy would be a big tipped, because it was going to take everything in you to give him a decent show.

When you stepped into the little room, your stomach fell to the floor. “Mika,” you gasped. You couldn’t believe your eyes at first, but it was really him sitting in front of you.

“Hi y/n,” Mika said. Anger bubbled inside you, you marched toward him and gave him a hard shove. He was sitting, so it didn’t really do much, but it was cathartic.

“Hi? You disappear for two weeks and all you can fucking give me is a hi?” you growled. You had to whisper-yell because the walls were thin, but you think he got the point.

“You have every right to be mad at me,” Mika replied calmly. It irritated you more.

“You’re fucking right I do! Do you have any idea what was going through my mind, or do you only care about me when you want a little show?” you snapped, gesturing to the tiny lingerie you wore.

That bothered him. “No y/n, not at all,” he replied sternly, “It’s complicated... but I want to explain.”

“You better,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“But not here, it’s not secure enough,” he told you.

“I don’t get off for another hour,” you replied.

“I can get you off now,” Mike replied, reaching for his wallet.

“No, I don’t need you throwing around your money anymore,” you stated, “If you really care, you’ll wait for me. If not it was nice knowing you.” With that, you spun around and left. It left you feeling sort of on a high. It felt good to tell him off, and even though you were annoyed you were glad that he was okay. Now it was just a matter of if he was going to wait.

The next hour went by quickly, to your delight. You hated that you were excited to see Mika. You should be pissed and never want to see him again. While you were still mad at him, you were eager for his explanation. You were hoping all the nagging questions that plagued your brain these last two weeks would finally be answered.

When the hour was up, you found Mika’s car waiting outside. You were happy he waited for you, but you didn’t allow yourself a smile. There was still a lot to be discussed.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you slid into the backseat. You stayed as far from him as the backseat allowed. You didn’t trust yourself around him, not even when annoyed.

“Your place, if that’s okay. We wouldn’t be expected to go there,” Mika replied.

“Expected? By who?” you questioned.

“It will make sense when I explained, just trust me,” Mika urged.

“Alright, fine,” you replied, but this better be good. You gave the driver the address and you started on your way. It was then you realized Chris was not in the front seat. “No sidekick tonight?”

“I thought this conversation would be better for just the two of us.” Mika replied, with a tone in his voice you couldn’t quite place. You suddenly felt a knot form in your stomach. It was that same sort of feeling when a parent said they needed to talk to you.

The car came to a stop before you could have a full blown panic attack about it. Mika followed you silently into your building. The elevator climbed to your floor painfully slowly. Had it always been this slow? You swore it was just trying to torture you now.

“My place is, er, small,” you said as you slipped the key in the lock. Small was an understatement. It was basically a glorified closet with a kitchen and a bathroom. It wasn't much at all, but it was yours and yours alone, which was a difficult feat in Manhattan. You were proud of it, and its many, many flaws.

“I don’t mind,” Mika replied as you shut the door behind the two of you. You led him to the couch, feeling your palms get a sweaty as you waited for him to begin.

“So?” you prompted.

“I don't even know where to begin,” Mika sighed.

“Well how about you begin with whatever happened at that bar you took me too. With that guy, um, Dimitri?” Mika tensed at his name.

“I’m still really sorry I put you in that situation,” Mika sighed.

“It’s fine Mika, just tell me what’s the matter,” you replied, gently touching his thigh for reassurance.

“Alright well like I told you, I basically oversee all the coke that comes into the city,” he began, “It’s been like that for a while now. Dimitri used to work for me, we were close, actually. I considered him a friend, but he betrayed me. He left me to run with the Russians.”

“The Russians?” you questioned.

“They’re my rival I guess you could say,” Mika answered, “They’re the seconded biggest group of coke dealers in the city, though they really don’t have anything on the flow I have coming in. Dimitri has been trying to one up me ever since he left.”

“Why’d he leave?”

Mika shrugged, “Could have been anything. He wanted more money, more power I’m guessing. He always wanted to call the shots but at the end of the day everyone answered to me, just like the answered to my father. He started this all and I inherited it from him when he-” Mika stopped mid-sentence, like the words got stuck in his throat.

“What happened to him?” you probed gently, you scooted closer to him, sensing he wasn’t about to tell you a feel good story.

“He was killed, not by Dimitri’s hand, but he was the one who put the hit out. He thought with my father gone he would easily be able to take the empire from me. Clearly he he had no idea who he was dealing with,” Mika said bitterly.

“Mika I’m so sorry,” you replied, wrapping and arm around him. He was trying to be strong, but it hurt him, you could see that.

“It’s alright. I killed the man who pulled the trigger and have been making Dimitri’s life a living hell ever since,” Mika replied. He paused, giving you a cautious look. “I’m sorry, I hope I’m not scaring you.”

“I’m not afraid of you Mika,” you replied firmly. At least that answered your question from your last date.

“You should be,” Mika replied, “You should be afraid to be anywhere near me.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Mika incredulously, “Did you not hear what I just told you?”

“I heard you but I don’t see how that should make me afraid to be with you. You kept me safe,” you reminded him.

“We got lucky,” Mika replied, “If Dimitri had seen you, if he knew that I cared about you, you’d never be safe again. He’d do anything to hurt me y/n, including killing everyone I care about if he can. Hell, he’d start going after the people you care about. Your friends, your parents.”

His last words stung, not that he could know why. “He’d too late,” you mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Mika asked.

Your anxiety spiked, just as it always did when you had to tell the story. It never got easier. “My parents were killed,” you told him, “Just a few years ago. They were walking home late at night and two guys tried to rob them. They put up a fight and they both got shot.”

“I’m sorry y/n I didn’t know,” Mika said softly.

“It’s fine, you had no way of knowing,” you replied.

“Did they catch who did it?” Mika asked.

“Yes, but only one of them got jail time. The one that gave up the other’s name got a plea bargain. He says the other one pulled the trigger, but really I have no way of knowing. For all I know, the guy who killed both my parents is still walking the streets today,” you explained, a chill going down your spine as you finished.

“What's his name?” Mika asked, his face etched with anger.

You could never forget it, “Thomas Holmes. As long as he’s around, I don’t feel safe, not really. So I’m sorry Mika, if you don't want me around you’re gonna have to think of something more creative.”

“I hate that you have to feel like that, that someone did that to you,” Mika replied, frowning.

“That’s life, I guess,” you tried to make it come out like a joke, but it wasn’t very convincing. Everything about what happened to you sucked.

“Do you have any other family?” Mika asked. You just now realized his hand was holding yours.

“No, my parents were only children and my grandparents passed when I was younger,” you told him, “I was in college when it happened. I had some friends from that and I tried to keep going, but it was too much. It kinda sucks when you walk in the room and suck the whole life out of it because no one knows what to say to the girl with two dead parents. So I dropped out and that's how I ended up stripping.”

“I’m sorry,” Mika repeated, squeezing your hand.

“We aren't so different I guess,” you said.

“No you’re nothing like me,” Mika shook his head, “Nothing good will come of being with me.”

“That’s not your decision to make, Mika,” you replied sternly, “Like I said, if you really want me gone then just say it, but I’m not backing down because you’re scared for me. I think I’ve proven by now I have a good head on my shoulders.”

“Your life’s not gonna be the same.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “At this point I’m sorta used to life altering events.”

“There will be somethings we have to go over,” Mika said.

“Blah, blah, blah, we can go over your rules later,” you teased, but then added more seriously, “I just wanna be yours, Mika. I don’t care what I have to do.”

Mika leaned in close to you, his forehead pressing against yours. You breathed in his familiar scent, immediately making heart race. “You’re mine, y/n,” Mika murmured, “And I’m yours.” His hand found your cheek and the next thing you knew, his lips were pressed to yours.

You hated cliches, but there was no other way to describe how it felt to kiss him but fireworks. It was weird, Mika was still somewhat of a stranger to you, but you never felt so secure with someone. It was like you’ve known him your whole life.

“You’re crazy, you know that right?” Mika said breathlessly. It was the first time you saw him smile all night.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you raise a brow.

“Bad for you, good for me I guess,” he teased.

“Very good for you,” you replied, pulling him in for a kiss another kiss. You tangled your hands through his hair, sliding on to his lap. You nipped at his lower lip before slipping your tongue in his mouth. You could kiss him for hours, you thought, you never felt anything so intoxicating. And if just this was good...

“Not tonight,” Mika pulled away as you reached for his pants.

“Why not?” you pouted.

“We should take things slow, I want it to be special,” Mika told you, pushing a lock of hair out of your eyes.

“What my ripped up secondhand couch isn’t special enough for you?” you feigned offense.

Mika laughed, “I love your couch. I just wanna do this right.”

You nodded, “Alright, I can be patient. But will you stay the night?” The thought of him leaving now, even if it was just for the night made your heart hurt.

“Sure baby, I’ll stay,” he replied, his hand on the back of your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Let me just call the driver and let him know hes free to go. I’ll meet you in the bedroom?”

“Sure, if you get lost, just call my name I’ll come get you,” you joked as you hopped up. Mika smiled, pulling you for another kiss before letting you go. You scurried into your room, changing into the cutest pair of pjs you had. You got into bed, laughing to yourself at the thought of Mika having to squeeze into you little twin size bed with you.

A few minutes later Mika came in. “We’re all good,” he told you.

“I’d offer you something to sleep in, but I don’t think anything I have would fit,” you said.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Mika replied. With that he began to strip. Sure, he only went down to his boxers and the tank under his shirt, but it was more than enough to make your lower stomach churn. You’re taking it slow, you’re taking it slow, you’re taking it slow.

“Sorry the bed’s so small,” you said you lifted the covers for him to get in. It was a tight fit and you were practically on top of him, not that you minded.

“It’s alright it’s... cozy,” he smiled, gently running his fingers along your face. He was quiet for a few minutes before adding, “Would it weird you out if I said I thought about being like this with you a lot?”

You shook your head, “Not at all.” The thought gave you butterflies.

Mika smiled, giving you one last kiss, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Mika,” you replied, settling into his chest. You didn't know how to explain it, but in that moment you knew without a shadow of a doubt that you and Mika were destined to be with each other.

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watchmegetobsessed · 6 years ago

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Shawn Mendes // Boundaries Part 12

yoooo im back with a new part!! okay this sounded like im a shitty rapper.. im really losing my shit lately over school but whatever... anyway, enjoy! shower me with your thoughts!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

I’m an emotional wreck when I get into the car and Nick greets me with a friendly smile. The silence is comforting, though I miss the country music Shawn used to play every time he was in a good mood.

I’m not a nail biter, but I nibble on them as we are getting closer and closer to Shawn’s place and I’m trying to come up with a plan on how I want to do it. Should I just blurt it out or should I build it up properly like a speech that ends with me telling him that he is going to be a father?

None of the options seem to be right, so after a while I give up and decide to just go with the flow.

When Nick rolls into the garage my nerves are exploding and my hands are shaking when I get out of the car. I take the elevator and I feel like my stomach was left in the garage when the elevator moved up.

The door opens and I walk into the familiar apartment. I hear his singing voice coming from the kitchen even before I could see him and it immediately brings a smile to my lips. I don’t know what I was expecting to see or how I imagined our first meeting after our emotional goodbye, but it feels… normal.

I walk into the kitchen and he looks up at me from the instant soup he is making and a wide smile dances to his beautiful face. He looks just as handsome as I remembered, his hair is now a bit longer, a curl is dancing on his forehead with every movement, but it’s beyond adorable. I have to fight the urge to curl it to my finger.

“Hi!” he greets me and stepping closer he pulls me into a hug, and I feel like I’m finally safe and home.

“Hi,” I whisper against his hoodie as I wrap my arms around his waist. Smelling his scent makes is even harder to peel myself off of him when it’s long over the friendly duration for the hug. “Instant soup, huh?” I ask hoping to make myself forget about the aching pain in my chest that I’m feeling now that he is standing next to me again.

“I don’t have lunch or dinner dates anymore, so I’m more often stuck here alone. And I’m still not a chef,” he chuckles shaking his head.

“Ordering is still an option, you know?”

“I… haven’t been quite in the mood to talk to strangers, not even a delivery guy,” he mumbles anxiously as he puts a spoon into the soup and stirs it. Steam is dancing above the bowl indicating that it’s still pretty hot, so he doesn’t attempt to taste it, just lets it sit on the counter.

I can relate to how he is feeling and I’m surprised he shared this detail with me. I was afraid he would be distant and sullen with me, but his honesty is calming me.

“Do you want a glass of wine or something?” he asks walking over to the fridge. I almost say yes immediately, some alcohol would definitely work for me, but then I realize that I can’t. Because there is a teeny-tiny baby in my stomach now.

“Um, no thank you,” I shake my head and watch him grab a water for both of us.

“So, not that I’m rushing you, but I’m really curious about what you wanted to talk about.”

We make ourselves comfortable on the couch and I feel my anxiety coming over me. I have no idea how to do it, but I can’t just blurt it out. I need time to think.

“I… I’ve been missing you.”

He gives me a doubtful look and I’m afraid he can see through me, but then he doesn’t question if this was my original intention. But I start talking again just to be sure.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot and I just couldn’t get you off of my mind. I know I was the one who wanted to end everything, but… I guess I can’t do it.”

I feel horrible. I should have told him straight away instead of talking bullshit. Well, okay, it’s not bullshit, it’s true, I’ve been missing him as hell, but this is not why I came here.

He runs his hand through his hair and I think back of the time I used to do this without a second thought. Now I’m sitting next to him with a decent gap between us, so our legs can’t touch.

“I missed you too, Naya. So much. But… what do you want to do? I mean… I’m happy to start seeing you again, but we have to figure this out, how we want to make it work.”

I nod with a blank stare and I don’t know what I can say. If I don’t tell him about the pregnancy test I’m just fucking everything up, making him believe things are turning right and we can start over again, when truth is, everything is about to turn upside down.

For my luck, his phone starts ringing somewhere in his room and he excuses himself rushing into the room to answer the call.

I growl angrily as I reach for my bag and grab the test. I stare at it and can’t help but grimace. What am I doing here? I can’t ruin his life, I was the stupid one who forgot to take the pill, so it’s all my fault. A child would blow up his whole life and I can’t put up with the thought of messing everything up for him. I shouldn’t have come here.

I jump when I realize he is walking out of his room and in my sudden confusion I tug the stick to my coat’s pocket hiding it as I jump to my feet. I have to leave before I fuck something up.

“Where are you going?” he asks with raised eyebrows.

“I-I gotta leave. I’m sorry.” I mumble nervously as I head to the elevator, but he grabs my arm and… and everything happens too fast.

His grip is not too hard, but it’s strong enough to pull my hand out of the pocket and the stick slides out with it as well. It falls to the floor and the clinking makes me jump. I totally freeze right at that moment, giving Shawn the chance to reach for it.

As I watch him pick the test up from the floor I hold my breath and pull my shoulders up, as if I’m afraid he is about to explode. He hold it between his fingers, stares at it for the longest few seconds before his eyes slowly move up to my face. I’m biting my lips, feeling the tears dwelling in my eyes.

Why didn’t I put the damn test back into my bag? Why am I such an idiot?

“Shawn, I-“ I start, but I don’t get to finish, he cuts me off.

“Is this yours?” he asks in a firm voice. I nod.

“I took it this morning. I threw up last night and realized I’ve been late for over a week, so I bought the test and…”

“Did you do it on purpose?” I hear his next question and the words freeze to my tongue.

“What?” I manage to say.

“Did you get pregnant on purpose? Were you planning on it?”

His expressions are hard, he seems mad and it’s scary to see him like this. I didn’t want to upset him and his questions catch me off-guard. I stare at him in disbelief, but it soon turns into anger. How can he think I did this on purpose?

“Sure, I thought it would be fun to mess up my and your life as well!” I snap back angrily. “Of course I didn’t! I forgot to take the damn pills!” I growl as I snatch the test from his hand. Now I’m raging and I’m offended by the accusation.

“You told me not to worry about it! And yet, you have a positive pregnancy test in your bag now!” he retorts just making it even worse.

“I’m sorry, I was too busy trying not to fall apart! I’m sorry I’m human! But if you think I did this on purpose then I’m leaving now. It was a mistake to come here.”

I turn around furiously, but he grabs my arm again holding me back. When I turn back to him his face is completely changed. He doesn’t seem mad anymore, more like… desperate.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m sorry! I didn’t… I just- I’m in shock, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“And you think I’m not shocked?” I scoff in disbelief. “This morning I found out that I’m pregnant, I came here to find comfort and maybe to find out what we should do now, and then you accuse me of doing it on purpose!” Tears are running down on my cheeks and though I try to push him away, he pulls me to him and closes his arms around me no matter how badly I’m trying to get away from him. “I’m so fucking shook, I’m terrified and I really thought seeing you would make me feel better, but I’m still so afraid.”

Now I’m full on crying, I’m sobbing into his shirt but he doesn’t seem to care. His strong arms hold me tight to his body and I just want to stay like this forever. He is stroking my hair gently, soothing me without letting go of me. I’m glad he is holding me because my knees feel like jelly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, I wasn’t thinking. It’s okay baby,” he whispers into my hair pressing a kiss to my temple.

“I’m sorry for raging so bad. I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster in the last 24 hours,” I mumble wiping my tears off of my face, but I know my eyes has already swelled and as red as a tomato.

“It’s fine. Come on, let’s sit down and talk, okay?”

I nod my head and he pulls me back to the couch. He gently takes my coat off and sitting down he pulls me close, circling an arm around my shoulders. His body’s heat is attracting me like I’m a bug and he is the only light in the room. I cuddle to his side and enjoy the momentary silence as I slowly realize I’m somehow relieved. The secret is out, he knows about the test, now we can focus on figuring out everything else.

“I’m sorry about the pill. I should have been more careful, it’s my fault,” I mumble and looking up at him I my gaze meets his soft eyes. All the anger and doubt is gone by now, I have my soft Shawn back, thanks God.

“Don’t say that. I should have been more persistent about using a condom too. We are in this together. But we really have to figure out the next step.”

“The next step is that I have a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow. These test are pretty reliable, but I need to see a professional as well.”

“Cancel the appointment, I’ll get you one in a private hospital. They are very trustworthy and we can sneak in without getting noticed.”

I don’t protest, I’m more than happy to keep it a secret for as long as possible. The last thing I need is to get recognized as I’m going to the gynecologist with Shawn.

“And we have to tell at least Andrew. He would kill me if something got out without him knowing about it.”

“He is going to hate me for life,” I sigh sadly, shutting my eyes closed. He runs his hand up and down my arm soothingly.

“Hey, don’t worry. Andrew is a smart guy, he doesn’t hold a grudge for nothing. And as I said, I was there too when…” His other hand gently slips under my sweater to my stomach. “When this baby thing happened. You remember?”

His playful smile calms me a bit. I’m suddenly very aware of his warm palm on my stomach and it’s so strange, to think about the tiny baby in my stomach.

“Shawn?” I speak up after a few silent moments.

“Hm?”

“I’m scared.” My voice is just a dying whisper and the damn tears are flowing again from my eyes, I can’t help it. Startled from my sudden mood change he sits straight up so he can look into my eyes, he cups my face in his hands and runs hid thumbs across my cheeks.

“Don’t be. It’s going to be alright. I’m not letting you do this alone, okay?” I nod my head sniffing like a little child. “I know it’s very sudden and scary, but you are not alone. I’m here and we are in this together.”

Now I’m crying because he is the sweetest person alive. His kind and soothing words comfort me like nothing on the world and even though this is a shitty situation I’m still happy I get to do this with him.

“I just… Don’t feel like I’m ready for this,” I choke out shaking my head.

“You will be ready for this when the time comes. I know we can make this work, okay? Just… don’t give up. We have someone else to think about now,” he lets out a small chuckle making me laugh through my tears.

Thanks to the emotional shock we both went through we doze out on the couch soon. When I open my eyes it’s already dark outside, meaning I spent almost half of the day napping with Shawn on his couch. His arms are hugging me protectively as he is spooning me from behind. I don’t want to wake him up, but one, I really have to pee and two, it’s time for me to leave, I don’t intend to spend the night here. Our situation doesn’t mean we are back on track.

I successfully peel myself out of his grip and make it to the bathroom. After quickly taking care of my business I check on him, he is still sleeping, now hugging a pillow to his chest. I take a moment to admire how peaceful he looks right now. No drama, no worries, just his angelic face that I still love so dearly.

As I feel myself getting emotional I turn away and grabbing my stuff I leave. I don’t call for Nick, I get a cab and head home.

I guess my message is clear to Shawn, he doesn’t call me that day. In the morning he texts me that he is picking me up at the café to go to the clinic and he also lets me know we are having a meeting with Andrew and Justin later, though I have no idea who Justin is. Definitely not Bieber.

Elisa is not home when I wake up, I’m thankful I don’t have to face her, she knows me too damn well and I know it would take one look and she would know something is off. I need more time to figure things out.

I have a beanie on and my scarf is covering half my face so I’m not recognizable. From my previous month spent with Shawn I expect him to be distant and moody after I left without a word yesterday, but I guess the situation is different now. I’m welcomed with a bright smile as I sit into the car.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asks me kindly.

“Um, fine. I was a bit nauseous in the morning, but I’m better,” I sigh tiredly. I leave out the part where I spent ten minutes kneeling next to the toilet because I was pretty close to throwing up. “Who is this Justin we are meeting later?” I ask.

“Justin Stirling. He is in my team, he has been doing a lot of marketing stuff for me lately, but he was busy with family stuff last month.”

I nod my head noting the information. The rest of the car ride is spent in silence. I feel so strange, before this whole pregnancy drama Shawn was always the dominant one, especially because he was kind of my boss. But now he looks so lost and confused, my news yesterday must have thrown him over the edge. He is looking out for my every mood and it’s starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

We make it into the clinic without anyone noticing us. This is definitely not how I imagined my first trip to the doctor when I become pregnant. It’s far from idyllic, I’m nervous, my hands are shaking so I hide them in my pocket, Shawn is like a jumpy kid, looking out for everything around us.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Hosier, please, come in,” the doctor greets us. She is a lovely middle-aged woman with a warm smile which is quite calming. We follow her into the room and while I sit up on the white bed Shawn takes place next to me. “So tell me, what do we know so far?” she asks as she is getting ready for my examination.

“Um, I’ve been late for about nine days now, in the past two days I’ve been feeling nauseous and I threw up once. I took a test and it came out positive.” I’m nervous to talk about it with Shawn right next to me, but I try not to think about it.

“Okay. Any pain maybe in the lower stomach?”

“No,” I shake my head.

Soon my pants and underwear comes off and I sit with my legs up while Dr. Hosier is facing my lower half. She keeps asking me questions, I just stare up at the ceiling and answer them like a robot. Shawn looks tensed as he is looking at the doctor.

“I’m going to do an ultrasound quickly,” she informs me she helps me put my legs down. I’m trying to breathe evenly as she pours some jelly on my stomach and starts roaming it with that… something. I don’t even know what these things are, this is how unprepared I am!

All three of us is staring at the screen that is filled with black and white void, I don’t see anything, but the Dr. Hosier freezes the picture and puts a circle around a teeny-tiny dot in the lower part of the image.

“Well, I have news. You are in fact pregnant, Miss Duvall and that little dot is the baby.”

I guess she can sense how unwelcomed the situation is, so she keeps her congrats to herself. She quickly tells me that we need to reserve another appointment soon, she talks about vitamins and useful information while I wipe my stomach clean and get dressed.

“Here, this is for you,” she tells me handing me an envelope. Opening it I see two copies of the ultrasound picture. I just thank her quietly wanting nothing more than to just finally leave the clinic. It is official now, I’m pregnant.

The realization hits me hard across my face as we walk out of the room and head to the car. Neither of us is talking, I’m scared, mad and desperate about the situation and I’m pretty deep in my thoughts when Shawn takes my hand and stops me before I could walk out of the building.

“Naya, let’s… talk for a minute, okay?”

I just nod my head as we sit down in two seats in the corner. No one is batting an eye at us fortunately.

“I, uh- I just wanted to tell you that… I know it’s scary and everything, and Andrew will probably explode when we tell him, but… I’m totally in.”

“In what?” I ask confused.

“In this. In us, in investing in this pregnancy. I want to be part of it, no matter how crazy things will get. And I guess I’m not saying anything new if I say I want us to… continue from where we were before things went downhill.”

“Things didn’t go downhill, our work came to its end and I did the logical thing.”

“But this is not work anymore. I want to give us a chance.”

I stare at him with mixed emotions. I don’t know what I want, I need time to figure out my next step. I have so much to worry about now that my feelings for Shawn must come second… or third… I’m more worried about what Andrew will say, how I’m going to work and what will people think if it ever gets out.

“I need time. It’s just too messy for me now. I’m sorry, but… I need to figure everything out.”

I can tell my answer doesn’t satisfy him, but he doesn’t protest. Pressing his lips together he nods shortly before we continue our way out of the clinic.

I’m shitting my pants when we reach the office complex where we are supposed to meet Andrew and Justin. I have no idea what to expect, but I’m sure it won’t be too pretty. Shawn tries to calm me telling me that it will be alright, but I know we are in trouble.

Shawn knocks on the door that has Andrew’s name on it and when we get the approval he opens the door.

“Ah, hey! I didn’t know you would be here too,” he immediately says when he sees me, confusion all over his face as he shakes hands with Shawn shooting him a questioning look. But he just ignores it and turns to the other guy in the room.

“Hey man, this is…” he starts gesturing at me, but he is not sure which name to use, so I step ahead and hold a hand out for Justin.

“I’m Naya. Hi.”

This is already over the work relationship I formed previously, my real name is justifiable. I see Andrew’s surprised face from the corner of my eyes and I know he is a smart guy, he must be putting the picture together slowly. But I bet he has no idea about the bomb we are about to drop onto him.

“Hey, Justin. Nice to meet you,” Stirling shakes my hand and soon we all take our places. Andrew is behind the desk, Justin is leaning against the bookshelf in the corner while Shawn and I are sitting in front of them.

“So, what is this meeting about?” Andrew questions. I turn to Shawn and he is already opening his mouth to answer.

“I have something to tell you, but I hope you won’t get mad. I just want you to listen to me.” Andrew nods and Shawn continues. “So… During the one month Naya and I kinda got cozy, if you know what I mean. In the last two weeks things escalated quickly, so it all took a romantic turn. But, um, w-we ended it when the month was over,” he adds and I’m staring at Andrew, trying to read his expressions, but I can’t. He is like a statue.

“Okay, go on, what is the problem?” he asks leaning back in his seat, but I have a feeling he already figured it out, because when he looks at me I can feel his eyes burning into my skin.

“We made a very reckless and immature mistake by… Um, we- we didn’t…” Shawn’s stuttering is getting under my skin, so I take a deep breath and just blurt it out.

“We didn’t use protection and I’m pregnant.”

The room falls silent, Andrew is staring at me, Shawn is staring at Andrew, Justin is staring at Shawn and I’m staring at the floor. The words felt heavy in my mouth and I’m afraid my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

After what feels like eternity, Andrew takes his glasses off pinching the bridge of his nose as he takes a few deep breaths. Once he places the glasses back he leans on the desk and finally speaks.

“Have you been to a doctor or you just did a test?” he asks in a calm, but distant tone.

“We went to the clinic together today. I was there, it’s one hundred percent,” Shawn answers for me.

“How many weeks are you?”

“It’s the fourth,” I mumble ashamed. Andrew’s questions are prim and strict, it all feels like an interrogation.

I look at Justin for the first time since Shawn started talking and his face looks blank, but I can tell his thoughts are racing, trying to figure out what to do with the situation.

“Okay, and what do you want?”

I furrow my eyebrows confused.

“What I want? I don’t understand it…”

“What do you want?” He repeats. “Money? Followers? A job? What do you want?”

“I don’t wa- You think I did this to get stuff from you or Shawn?” I ask realizing what this is about. Shawn’s first reaction was almost the same and now I’m definitely hurt. I never made them believe I’m a scheming bitch, why does everyone think I’m using them?

“Of course the thought crosses my mind, otherwise, how could you be so reckless to have unsafe sex?” he asks as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, but it’s just making my blood boil.

“Andrew, it’s not-“ Shawn starts, but I cut him off.

“How dare you accuse me of being such a horrible person? You know nothing about me! Just because I work as an escort doesn’t mean I have such low life choices as getting myself knocked up by a client! You know what? It was a mistake to come here.” I grab my bag and throwing it on my shoulder I stand up, ready to leave. Everyone moves with me, Andrew and Shawn jump up and Justin takes a step towards me, all three of them to stop me, but the intentions are not the same. While Shawn wants me to stay because he cares about me, Andrew is just afraid is I slip out the door he can’t control the news anymore.

Shawn grabs my wrist and gently pulls me closer to him.

“Please don’t go, let’s talk.”

“You are not leaving without a confidentiality contract, no way you are walking out just like that,” Andrew growls and it’s just making it worse.

“You’re not making me do anything. I don’t need anything from you,” I spat at him and Shawn stands between us, as if he is afraid we would start a fist fight.

“Let’s calm down and talk, okay? Please!” he pleads, but behind him Andrew doesn’t seem too committed.

“I can’t deal with him if he is treating me like a bitch,” I say in a low voice, but the room is small, so everyone can hear it. Though I don’t care.

“Andrew, would you calm down? It was all an accident, she is not trying to ruin me,” he tells his manager turning to face him, but he is still holding my wrist.

I can tell Andrew is boiling inside, holding himself back not to throw the desk at me, and we are staring at each other like two hungry lions over the last piece of meat. Poor Shawn is standing in the middle, hoping he won’t have to pull us out of a fight anytime soon.

Then he takes a deep breath and nods.

“I’m sorry, but this was… quite shocking. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“I get it, it was a shocker for everyone, but let’s just talk about it, okay?” Shawn offers and I’m too tired and emotionally drained out to start a fight, so I nod my head agreeing.

We manage to sit back to our previous places and Justin stands right behind Andrew as we try to start it over again without the accusations and drama.

“I’m sorry for reacting so harshly,” Andrew starts, obviously thinking through his choice of words. “I’m just shocked, but of course, I don’t think you are trying to use Shawn. So… Let’s figure out what to do,” he offers and we all nod agreeing. “Was abortion ever an option?”

“No,” Shawn and I answer at the same time even though we never discussed it. Despite the difficulties of the situation I wouldn’t be able to abort this baby, it’s just impossible for me and I guess Shawn thinks the same way.

“Alright, then we need a strategy,” Andrew tells a bit more like to himself than to us as he is staring down at his desk. “Um… Are you guys…”

“Are you guys together now?” Justin asks speaking up for the first time in a while.

I see Shawn turning to me from the corner of my eyes, and his gaze is burning my temple as he is staring at me.

“It’s… it’s undefined. I have to figure a lot of stuff out.” I say feeling a bit guilty under their examining looks.

“But this is all joint now. Your decisions effect our work as well, I’m sorry, but you can’t just run free. Obviously, Shawn wants to take part in the baby’s life, so we have to work together. What stuff do you need to figure out?”

I feel awkward and anxious as I realize that he is right. I have to worry about myself, the baby and also consider Shawn as a third party, because he has the right to take part in this journey. I owe him honesty.

“I-I have to think about work, I need to talk to Joshua, because as soon as it gets visible I can’t work. But then I need money, because…” I don’t finish the sentence, I’m not ready to share my giant debts with them and listen to their pity. No way.

“Naya, I can support you financially. Let me help you out!” Shawn sighs obviously being over my shit, but I’m just too stubborn.

“No. That’s your money. I have my own problems to solve,” I protest.

“But I told you, we are in this together! I won’t just watch you struggle.”

“I can’t ask you to do me such a huge favor,” I shake my head staring down at my hands. I’m ashamed to admit how much debt I have to pay for every month.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering it.”

“Shawn stop!” I snap at him as I feel myself getting emotional again. “You have no idea how deep I’m in this shit! I inherited 1.2 million dollars of debts after my mom disappeared and left my number to everyone she was owing to, so now I’m paying thousands of dollars every month, because if I don’t, I might end up dead in a dumpster!”

My outburst is followed by total silence and my eyes are tearing up pretty quick. I didn’t mean to say it out loud, I never want people to know how much I struggle because of my own mother. She was a failure, never had a decent job so he paid for her debts by asking for more money from different people. Living this lifestyle for almost ten years can send you down the spiral, and when she disappeared after I moved out from her she left 1.2 million dollars worth of debt, forcing me to start working as an escort since this was the only job that offered me enough money each month to cover everything. I’ve paid back about half of the money by now, but I’m still coughing the rest every damn month. I was once late with paying, the next day two not too friendly guys showed up at my apartment and taught me a lesson with their fists. I never want to experience that. I scared the shit out of Elisa when she saw my black-eye.

“Can we… Can we have this conversation sometime later? I’m really not feeling good,” I say after a long time. I guess I shocked everyone with my outburst, they are all speechless. Shawn is the first one to recover after the scene.

“Um, Andrew how about we all have lunch tomorrow and talk about this? I think we all need some time to adjust the situation.”

I thank God for this offer, because I’m nauseous and anxious to sit here and talk about the future that involves a baby in my belly.

“It’s a great idea. Let’s just think about everything and come prepared the next time,” Justin nods agreeing and Andrew seems to be on the same page as well.

I put on my coat and keeping my gaze down I leave the office while Shawn exchanges a few words. I stop at the hallway waiting for him, chewing on my bottom lip I’m on the verge of crying once again. A few minutes later Shawn appears and seeing my long face he wraps an arm around my shoulders pulling me to his chest and this is exactly what I need right now.

“How about we get some takeaway, go to my place, eat and… just chill. Hm?” He offers mumbling into my hair, running his hands up and down my arms soothingly. I just nod my head, I’m too weak and stressed to talk and though I know I shouldn’t be getting closer to him, I just can’t resist. I need his presence, I want him to tell me it’s going to be okay, I just need somebody.

No.

I need him.

I AM SHOOK ARE YOU SHOOK LETS ALL BE SHOOK no im just kidding I WROTE IT hahaha okay im done here bye

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Ivity and Anx: part fourteen

Summary: Virgil listends to the song that Princey posted in his living room. Things go to hell.

Warnings: accidental self isolation, breif mention of migraines, parental abuse, attempt of muder, a knife, self-blame, self-depreciation, guilt

Word count: 5130

Pairing: Slowburn Prinxiety, lots of platonic Analogical

A/N: HI I RECORDED A SONG FOR THIS PART AND I’M SHAKING. Anyways listen to this song which is a recording of the song that Princey sings. But with my voice. And yes, I made Roman have the same guitar as I do because I’m emoTIONALLY ATTACHED okay? The video is bad, but just pretty please listen to it and read the chapter or both at once I don’t know. If you know how it sounds it gives the words a bit more meaning than just random poetry. Anyways. This chapter is very emotionally taxing and sad. It made several beta readers cry. Good luck. Taglist under the cut.

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Today had been a long day, but that wasn’t unusual. Long days were a common thing for Logan since he moved into his college dorm, but that was mostly his fault. Classes hadn’t started yet, for either Logan or his friends going into their junior year, but that didn’t mean that Logan hadn’t started studying yet. The seventeen-almost-eighteen year old would spend several hours a day at the library, reading his textbooks and teaching himself the material for the classes to come. He also kept detailed and clean notes, something that made him happy.

His notes served a few purposes for Logan. It was a way to destress, it let out his creativity in a productive way, it helped him remember what he studied, and it provided him something to put on his Tumblr along with his bullet journal. He had what was called a studyblr, and was fairly popular. When he followed Virgil without telling him what his blog was, the younger nearly had a heart attack.

Logan’s pen stopped in the middle of the sentence he was writing. Virgil. He hadn’t talked to the younger in a while, which honestly scared him. The two used to be inseparable, considering that both were on the outskirts of the social game. Logan was always diving into books, and Virgil was always avoiding people at all costs. Now, though, with Logan off at college and burying himself in his books again, the two weren’t talking as much. Come to think of it, he hadn’t talked to Patton in a while. That was an oddity as well, since the excitable man loved talking to him. Logan loved talking to him. The college student felt a dip in his stomach, probably because of guilt. He was so busy studying at the library that he had begun to forget his friends.

A text tone interrupted the classical music streaming through his headphones, making him pause. A light of hope flickered inside his mind, because just maybe, it was one of his friends deciding to break the silence. He didn’t even realize how much he missed them these past few months until now.

Patton Heart <3: Hey Logan! I think you probably should check this out. It’s totally about Virgil, but you know more about the situation then I do.

After the first text, Patton sent with it a link to a video on YouTube. Logan was certainly confused, but once he clicked the link to preview the video, he understood. Roman posted a video, most likely unedited, of a song about Virgil.

Logos Brain: Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will alert Virgil. How have you been, Patton? I apologize for my momentary absence. I have been settling in here and regrettably forgot to talk.

Patton Heart <3: It’s okay!! I’m glad you’re settling in well. Make any friends?

Logos Brain: No one could replace you, Heart

Logan could not see, but Patton was flapping his arms everywhere at that comment. It gave him peace of mind knowing that Logan felt so strongly about him, even though he was known for not having any feelings. It made Patton warm and fuzzy inside, like most things that Logan said. What Logan could see, though, was his own phone pulling up Virgil’s contact and sending him the link to the video.

Pocket Protector: Virgil, Roman wrote a song about you. You may want to check it out.

Honorary Brother: Oh. Okay. Thank you Lo Sorry we haven't been texting

Pocket Protector: Its my fault. I was neglecting my friends in favor of studying

Honorary Brother: This is why I usually am the buffer. Taking ten minute breaks every half an hour? For your head?

Pocket Protector: Yes, Virgil. I promise.

Virgil was usually the one causing Logan to worry, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t worry about him too. The elder had an skill for getting headaches after reading or concentrating for too long. If he let the headache go without treating it, there was a more than likely chance that he would get a migraine. If it got to that point, little would stop the pain, and the migraine would persist for hours, or even days. That’s why Virgil made Logan have the ten for thirty rule.

Virgil shifted on the couch, trying to get more comfortable as he clicked on the YouTube link. He knew it was Roman, but he didn’t know how he could write a song about him of all people and be able to pass it by the record label. As soon as the video loaded, though, Virgil understood.

The title of the video was ‘Psychic, an Original Song by Roman Prince’ and opened with Roman pulling his arm away from the camera. He was sitting in a mostly dark room, fairy lights behind him, with his guitar resting on his legs. His head was almost out of frame, but the bottom half of his face was visible. Virgil sucked in a breath as Roman started talking on the video.

“I just want to start out with saying that this video is currently in no way related to Vidomen Records or any of it’s associates. I actually just wrote this song like… ten minutes ago, but I just.... I need to get this out. So. This is called Psychic.” Roman’s voice was soft, spoken with care and in his lower register. Virgil suddenly became aware that he did not, in fact, have his headphones in, and was making a loud commotion in the living room by playing the video.

Be seen not heard. Or, better yet, don’t be fucking seen either, but don’t leave this house, ya hear? The booming echo of the memory of his father’s voice made a shiver fall down Virgil’s spine. He quickly turned down the volume as low as it could go without being off. He then put the phone up to his ear, closed his eyes, and listened to Roman’s smooth voice begin to sing.

It’s almost like he can read by thoughts But I wish you could too All these emotions and things inside That I’m trying to get through to you.

Virgil’s heart plunged into his gut at the sheer emotion in the words that Roman sang. They were taken straight from Princey’s own heart, which made Virgil understand why he put the disclaimer at the beginning of the video. It was nothing like his usual, peppy, flamboyant songs. This song was pure Roman. Virgil held onto the phone harder as the slower chorus played through the small speakers.

If you could be inside my mind Then I wouldn’t have to try To put my pride aside And tell you the truth But the truth is hard to get out When it falls on closed ears So can you be psychic for me? Can you be psychic for me?

Roman took another breath to continue singing, but Virgil’s phone was knocked away from him. Fear stabbed him in the heart and gripped his lungs to make it hard to breath. His eyes widened, adrenaline pumping through his veins as his father grabbed his wrist. He was pulled off the couch, tossed down to the floor.

Vaguely, he could hear Roman continue singing with, “I know that you’re terrified.”

“What did I tell you about making noise?” Virgil’s father growled as he stepped closer to his son, who was now on the floor.

A little ways away, Roman continued singing with, “Because you’ve been cast aside.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir.” Virgil started to stutter, but was stopped from further apology by a kick to his side. The fear inside his chest was pushing at his rib cage, almost begging to be released. It was pounding, hard and fast like nothing he had ever felt before. He didn’t understand the difference in this punishment. It had started out just like all the others, so why was his adrenaline at an all time high? Why was he so scared, but not of the man leaning over him?

“Tell me what I told you!” the father figure yelled, his fists clenching as he stepped on Virgil’s wrist.

In the distance, Roman finished the chorus with, “Your feelings were twisted for fun. Words like bullets from my gun.”

It was at this moment that Virgil finally came to a screeching halt. Roman’s voice flowed into his ears as he sang the bridge again, somehow becoming louder with every passing second. Everything around him dimbed, the loudness of his father screaming his sentence again diminishing as his ears started ringing. The world was starting to go into some sort of slow motion, allowing Virgil to rethink over the decision that his mind had already made the moment that the phone was slapped out of his hand. Now he realised why this time was different. This time, he had Roman’s voice with him, a voice that he had once hated but learned to love. It was the soft tone that the singer used to comfort the other on those late night calls, and it was with him in this moment. This time was different because Roman unintentionally just accidently gave him hope. He didn’t understand why the lying boy would write this song, but it struck a chord inside Virgil. He didn’t register the dryness of his mouth or the pain in his wrist. All Virgil could think about was the word stuck in his throat, leaning off the tip of his tongue.

“No.”

“What?” Virgil’s father took a step back in shock. He hadn’t heard that word pass from his son’s lips since before his mother died. “What the fuck did you say?’”

“I said,” Virgil sat up from the floor, his hand finding his phone that was still playing the song and placing it in his back pocket. He was standing now, straightening his back with a slight bit of pain to be taller than his father. He was working on auto pilot, the world still fuzzy. “No.”

Thanks to the odd sensation of not actually being in his body that Virgil was experiencing, everything that followed was a blur. There were loud words, dodged punches, and spit flying everywhere. That much was processed in his head. Virgil was vaguely aware that he was also yelling, but what of, he didn’t have a solid grip. The words passing off his tongue felt like he was calling his dad out about being a drunk, and calling him out on how he treated his own son, but he couldn’t be exactly sure.

Before Virgil could acknowledge it, he had screamed his throat raw. His father’s eyes were glaring daggers at him, wide and seething. He could only see red. Virgil, on the other hand, was coming back down to earth, and the hope in his stomach was washing away. Every ounce of confidence that may had been left fully disappeared when his father reached over the kitchen counter. He didn’t realize that they had moved so close to the kitchen in their fighting, and Virgil was going to pay for that.

Mr. Sanders drew his hand back, revealing a long silver kitchen knife. Virgil’s heart rate suddenly skyrocketed, his hands beginning to shake even more than they were. His father took a step closer, which made Virgil take a step back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t mean…” His eyes were glued onto the knife. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry won’t fucking cut it,” His father was advancing quicker. He adjusted his grip on the knife. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

Virgil attempted to back away again, but instead fumbled over the couch. His back hit the cushions, but he was immediately attempting to scramble away. His father was still approaching with some sort of sick gleam in his eyes. Was this his plan all along? To get him to fight back, only to stab his chest to hear him scream and see the light leave his eyes? Did he hate him that much, that he’d kill him? Virgil fell off the couch, too caught up in the dark thoughts to notice the end of the sofa. The floor came up too quickly, and suddenly he was eating carpet. He heard his dad snicker behind him, dark and menacing. This was too much, this was too much and Virgil could not take it.

Somehow, he managed to get up off the floor. It was messy and ungraceful, but he grabbed his hoodie laying on the ground while getting up from the floor. With his hoodie in hand, and his phone in his back pocket, now all he had to do was get the fuck out of the apartment. Of course, Mr. Sanders had other plans than to let his son escape that easily. He follows Virgil menacingly, the glint in his eye growing as he started to raise the knife.

“I’ve been too lenient to you. It’s time you get what you deserve.” he said, looking at the knife and looking toward his son. Virgil’s vision swarmed in and out, his breathing all but stopped.

The next few moments would stay in Virgil’s mind the rest of his days. They played out in slow motion, frame by frame, as it happened.

Mr. Sanders lunged quite quickly, but it didn’t feel quick at all. Virgil eyed the knife, sharp and threatening, as it darted toward his chest. Before he could think, Virgil began to turn to the side, his eyes never leaving the intentional divits in the glinting silver. As he was trying to get away from the plunging knife, Virgil put his arms out in front of him. While he turned, his arms did too, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. The knife missed its mark on Virgil’s chest, but it still sliced through his upper arm. A small scream ripped from Virgil’s throat as it did so, but he pressed on. Since his arms were moving forward as he twisted, the knife was pressed deeper into his arm. But after it passed through his flesh, Virgil’s arms connected with his father’s body and pushed away.

Afterward, time sped up.

Virgil was running. His breathing was quick, coming in bigger gasps then before. He fumbled with the door for only a moment before it was open and he was running. He was going down the concrete stairs ten times faster than he usually did, only bent on getting away from the apartment. He needed to get away, even though he knew that he would eventually have to return. But for tonight, he ran like there was no tomorrow.

That was, at least, until his panic driven state began to wash away. His lungs burned, as did his legs, but at least he was away. Virgil took a second to gauge where he was. Upon looking around, he concluded that he was in Logan’s neighborhood. His legs must have carried him here due to muscle memory. Virgil thought that was okay for the moment until he realized something very important. Logan was not here. Without Logan, Virgil had no one. And, now that the fight or flight response had eased up, he just realized how much pain his arm was in.

So Virgil did the only thing he knew how to do: call Logan.

Once seated semi-comfortably on a bench in the neighborhood park nearby, Virgil attempted to pull his jacket on to attempt to keep the chill of night at bay. He took out his phone and sighed. More cracks had formed when he fell over the couch.

“Please still fucking work.” Virgil pushed the button to unlock his phone and let out a sigh of relief when it still turned on. He went to Logan’s contact number and hit the call button.

Logan picked up after two rings. “Good evening, Virgil.”

“Hey Lo.”

Logan could hear in Virgil’s voice that he was crashing from the adrenaline. “Is everything alright?”

Virgil considered lying for a moment. He knew that Logan could read him like a book, even over the phone, so he decided against it. “No. It’s not. It fucking sucks.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” When he didn’t get an answer, Logan decided to try something different. “Gauge?”

Virgil sighed. He was simultaneously grateful and hateful at just how well his friend knew him. “Eight and a half.”

“What happened?”

Virgil took a breath, his grip on his phone tightening. “Knife.”

There was shuffling at the other side of the line. “Virgil, Virgil, you need to get it looked at. It’s not something that I can help you with where I am.”

“I know that, Logan, but you know I can’t go to the hospital.”

“I know. There is someone else you can go to,” There was a pause, then the opening and closing of a door. “Someone who has helped you through a lot.”

“Don’t fucking say it.”

“Virgil.” The tone was testing, but Virgil didn’t care at the moment.

“No, Logan. I can’t.” Virgil shook his head even though he knew Logan couldn’t see. “Not after this long of time. He probably fucking hates me. He’s probably planning how to make next year a living hell.”

“He misses you.”

Three simple words. Something Virgil never thought he’d hear about Roman. Did Patton talk to Logan about it? Is that how Logan knew that Roman missed him? Logan wasn’t one to say or do anything without some facts behind it so it wasn’t a gut feeling.

“You don’t know that, Logan.”

“Yes I do. Patton’s said so. Several times.” At the moment, it sounded as though Logan was walking rather quickly. “Patton even told me that Roman’s tried reaching out to you.”

“Roman hates me. He’s out to make my life a living hell.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, but kept walking. “Do I honestly need to read to you a list of reasons for you to go to him?”

“You don’t have one of those ready, Pocket Protector.”

“Actually, I do. Give me a moment.”

Virgil shouldn’t have been surprised, considering that Logan was crazy over lists and notes. He would comprise one full of pros and cons about Roman. Sighing, Virgil put a little pressure on the cut, hoping to stop a little of the bleeding. There was a sound on the other end of the line of a door opening and closing again. Then came the ruffling of papers.

“Are you ready, Virgil?” Logan asked a few moments later.

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so. List away.”

“I’m ignoring that. Some of the pros of going and talking to Roman include: He knows about your past and would be least likely to completely, um, ‘lose it’ if you showed up bleeding. Roman also has been able to help keep you calm in moments of excessive alarm. Occasionally even more capable at it than I am. You are also very comfortable with him. At least you were before you realized who he was. You trust him to some extent. And I believe that he has no intention of hurting you.”

“Wait. Did you just say ‘I believe’?” Virgil couldn’t help but point that out.

“Based off of evidence I have collected, yes.”

“And what evidence would that be?” As much as he hated to admit it, he was curious about what would cause Logan to say that.

“One example would be that he told Patton that he ‘had ruined everything’ and ‘it was all his fault.’”

Virgil didn’t know how to respond to that. It was the last thing that he expected Roman Prince to say about him. He never thought that Roman would go so far as to blame himself. He thought that Roman would laugh about the experience and use it as more fuel against him.

“Virgil?” Logan’s voice broke Virgil out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said would you like more evidence?”

“No, thank you. I don’t want want to hear the page and a half of evidence you probably have on that one point.”

“It is a page and a quarter.”

“Whatever you say.” Virgil couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his face. He missed talking with Logan so much.

“Anyway. Roman would also find a way to help you without making you go to the hospital. And just talking to him would be enough to, uh, pay him back.”

“Based off what Patton said I’m guessing?”

“Precisely. Though it is a possible con in he may not want to talk to you. It was a few months ago that Patton told me this.”

“Any other cons?”

Virgil heard the shuffling of pages from the other line again. “He could be upset that you didn’t let him explain himself. He could be upset that you broke off all ties. However it’s hypothesized that sitting down and talking to him about why will rectify that. Actually almost all of the cons I have written could be corrected by just talking to him.”

“Almost all?” Virgil’s curiosity got the better of him.

“The one outcome that wouldn’t be corrected is if he truly never cared for you, which seems highly illogical. I believe that there is an infinitesimal chance that talking to him will work.”

“Logan. Buddy. That’s not encouraging.”

“Why not? I am simply saying that there is a great chance that if you talk to him things will be alright.”

“Not that ‘infinitesimal’ means Lo.”

Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard Logan typing away quickly at his computer. He could almost imagine the look of disbelief on the other’s face. The sputtering from the other line proved that Logan was at a loss for words at misusing the term.

“I...deeply apologize for that, Virgil.”

“‘S all good. I knew you didn’t mean it.” There was a pause. “So you really believe it’s a good idea to go to Roman?”

“I truly do. While he may be arrogant, I do not believe that he will turn you away. He’s prideful but he still has a heart.”

“Alright. If he does I expect a major apology.”

“I promise.”

Virgil took a deep breath and was about to hit the end call button when something stopped him. It was some emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time. After pondering it for a minute, Virgil realized it was pride. He was proud of what he was going to tell Logan.

“I stood up to him.” Virgil whispered as he got up from the bench.

“What do you mean?” Logan asked, fearing the answer.

“My father. I... I stood up to him”.

“That’s… That’s good, Vee. If you did, I think it’s all the mor--”

“That’s not it, Logan.” Virgil cut off his friend. He was now standing near the bench, not ready to leave the familiar place yet.

“What’s not ‘it?’” Logan sounded worried. There was another shift on the other side of the line, signifying that he put down his papers.

“It all happened so fast, or slow, I don’t know. He may not have but... I turned and the-the-the blade went deep into my arm and…” Virgil took a deep breath to attempt to steady his heavily beating heart. He couldn't get it out. He couldn’t.

“You’re probably bleeding far worse than I anticipated because of, of your bravery,” Logan moved the phone to his other ear. “You did stand up to him, that’s what matters. And I’m.. I’m extremely proud of you.”

“Yeah but now my jacket is going to be soaked in blood.” Virgil joked as he started walking again. He heard a muffled ‘Jesus Christ’ on the other end of the line which made him crack a smile.

“If you do not go to Roman I will fly home and personally drag you kicking and screaming to the hospital and then to his house.” Concern was clear in Logan’s voice.

Virgil knew Logan well enough to know he meant it. “I’m already off the bench and out of the park. You’re just lucky the two of you don’t live that far apart.”

“We what now?”

“I ran into your neighborhood. Muscle memory I guess.”

“I am… sorry that I am not there to help you.” Regret was clear in Logan’s voice. He wished the world that he could be there to help protect his friend.

“Its okay. You’ve got collage, and… Like I said, he only lives a few blocks away.” Virgil was lying. He was lying so hard that it hurt. But he had to, because he couldn’t spend his entire life dependant on Logan. He had enough of Virgil’s bullshit and pain. He deserved a normal life full of learning, possibly love, without Virgil weighing him down. That’s all he ever did, really, was weigh him down. If Virgil hadn’t been so stupid as to go to his house all those years ago, hurt and afraid, then Logan’s life could have been free from pain. The most he had to worry about was love and knowledge. But no, Virgil had to ruin all of that.

“Virgil, talk to me.” Logan cut through Virgil’s internal thoughts. He seemed to do that a lot.

“What? Sorry, spaced out.”

“You worry me. I asked if you want me to stay on the phone with you?” Worry was even more evident in Logan’s voice than before.

Virgil pulled his hood up to hopefully block some of the wind as he turned onto the main street. It was late, past midnight at least, so there wasn’t too many cars to disturb the call. “Maybe? I don’t know. It sounded like I took you away from something.”

“That was… nothing really important. A dorm activity.”

“That you liked or not?” You fucking idiot Virgil. He was doing normal college stuff and you couldn’t even let him do that. Stupid.

“It was okay. I met this mess of a man, Nate, who scares me with how much he procrastinates.”

“So… ProcrastiNATE.”

“I hate you.” Logan couldn’t help the slightly fond smile despite his annoyance at the pun.

“Come on, you love me.”

“You’re right. I do. A lot, honorary little bro.”

“Did you just call me ‘bro?’ What has college done to you?” Virgil teased his best friend. No, that wasn’t right. Logan was his brother. They were closer than blood could ever make them.

“I tried! But honestly, you’re still Honorary Brother in my contacts.”

Virgil was silent for a few moments before he regained himself. “That means a lot to me, Lo.”

“I know it does, Virge.”

Virgil was still concerned that he messed up an important part of Logan’s experience at college. “Are you sure that I’m not taking you away from anyone right now?”

A knock on a door at Logan’s end of the call gave him his answer. “One moment.”

“Sure.”

Logan removed the phone from his ear and covered the speaker to hopefully minimize what Virgil could hear. He sat up from the chair at his desk to approach the door. Upon opening it, the man that he talked about to Virgil was standing there. Logan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before raising one as to ask ‘what are you doing here?’

“Oh, good, this is your dorm. Okay.” Nate pushed up his sunglasses and leaned against the doorframe.

“What do you want? I’m a bit preoccupied.” Logan was annoyed, that much was clear. Virgil was just able to make out his words, which made him feel even more guilty than he already was.

“Dude, you left right in the middle of a conversation. And said something about a hospital. We worried.” the concern in Nate’s voice actually seemed genuine, at least to Logan.

“I’m helping out a friend of mine, its-” Logan was promptly cut off by Virgil on the other end of the line.

“Logan! Go back to the meeting thing!” Virgil half-yelled into the phone, hoping that his friend would hear him. “I’m almost there anyway.” That wasn’t the full truth, but it was close enough to the truth that Logan wouldn’t mind anyway.

Nate looked down at Logan’s phone, then back up to the younger with a smirk. “And the friend agrees with me. Come on, tell ‘em goodbye and come back! Brian’s about to talk school stuff and by the looks of ya, you’d like that.”

“Go, Logan!” Virgil yelled again. Logan brought his phone back up to his ear for the second part of Virgil’s sentence. “Besides, a dude named Brian? That’s gotta be cool. He has your last name as a name.”

“Yeah, well, you’re more important,” Nate gave him a goofy smile, to which Logan responded by tearing the phone away from his face and saying, “Not like that, you, uh, you...”

“Buffoon?” Virgil supplied.

“Buffoon! Wait, Vee, what does that even mean?” Nate watched these two sortof interact with a happy glint in his eye. They were good friends. Even he could tell.

“Dunno. Now go.”

“Fine. Goodbye, Virgil. Please call me if you need more assistance. Text me when you get there.”

“Will do, Lo. Talk to you later.” Virgil’s grip on his phone tightened. They were doing the dance of who will hang up again.

“Good luck.” Neither wanted to do it. Logan wanted to provide support, while Virgil didn’t want to let go of familiarity and the comfort of Logan’s voice. But he had to.

“You too.” Virgil said with finality before removing the phone from his face and pressing the end call button. Just like that, his fate was sealed.

Not only that, but Virgil knew that his phone was dying. He didn’t have time to grab anything other than his sweatshirt. No charger, no change of clothes, no wallet, no earbuds, no nothing. Virgil took a look at the time, and his battery, before placing it in his back pocket again. No earbuds meant no music, and no music meant that his mind was free to wander.

This was not a good thing, despite what some people might think. Virgil’s mind wandering was never good. Now he had the chance to think over all the reasons why Roman hated him, and why he would definitely turn him away. Virgil walked on like this, pain in his upper arm and worrying thoughts in his mind. It took everything in his being not to think himself creepy for knowing the way. The boy had given the younger his address willingly at some point after their split. Virgil saved it, most likely because of the lingering hope in his heart. Soon enough, he would reach the one place he never thought he’d actually go: Roman Prince’s house.

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Shoutout to the amazing @lovecrazyjennybear! She helped me a ton with this chapter (specifically most of Logan and Virgil’s conversation), and even more chapters to come. You are an amazing beta reader and an even more amazing friend! (and writer, and editer, and all the ideas you have. you are amazing all around)

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spindlesandrosethorns · 6 years ago

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Rolling Hills and Big Reveals @@ War and Peace

In which Aurora goes home for answers to questions her dreams have brought to light, and Reza and Sabiha tag along for the ride. [Takes place in mid-March (i know)]

TW: death mention, blood mention, panic attacks

@rezares

AURORA

Aurora was in a weird mood the whole train ride to her hometown. She knew she was acting weird; hyperfocused on her knitting or the passing hills and only barely responding to Reza’s rare question, but she couldn’t help herself. Every time her mind wandered, her mind went back to the last time she had gone home, or to Carabosse’s threatening words in the dream. No, better to keep her mind on more pleasant things so she could stick to her resolve than letting her fear and anxiety get the best of her.

She refused to run from this. She couldn’t depend on the reassurances of her family anymore, she had to guarantee her own safety now and had to find her own path.

The only thing that could pull her attention completely away was Sabiha, and when the little girl was awake and full of questions, Aurora was answering them with a fond smile. But Sabiha’s attention wandered, and Aurora was left on her own.

The whole mental exercise at least gave her an edge to her expression that meant that no one wanted to hold her up, and the small trio had an easy time getting off the train and into the station. Aurora hitched her day bag across her chest, bending down to make sure Sabiha’s arms were properly in her backpack straps before taking her hand. “I scheduled a cab to pick us up,” she told Reza, “so if you want to get some food to eat on the way, this is the time.”

Aurora wasn’t sure if they’d be staying for dinner, after all.

REZA

When Aurora had angrily slammed shut a spellbook, pushed her chair from the table, and hopped to her feet a few days ago, Reza hadn’t been sure what to expect. He didn’t think he’d done anything to piss her off lately… but had run over the previous few days in his head anyway.

She’d opened her mouth and Reza prepared for a tongue-lashing, but when the gist of what she shouted basically ended up being ‘Fuck this shit, you’re coming to Scotland with me to be my cheerleader while I confront my parents’ he was equal parts surprised and relieved. Relieved she didn’t want to yell at him, because being yelled to by her was scary enough. Surprised, because he sort of had assumed they’d made up.

After all, other than Christmas, she hadn’t really mentioned the fight with her parents and aunts.

Then again he hadn’t asked. For one, it wasn’t his business; and even if it was, asking would have been rubbing salt in the wound. He did give her opportunities to talk about it. Asked her how she was doing, asked her if she wanted to do Not Easter But Easter dinner at his house this year.

(Sabiha was fascinated with the concept of Easter egg hunts. He told Rory he figured he wasn’t ‘too bad a Muslim’ if he hid plastic eggs full of candies for Sabiha to find.)

He didn’t ask her directly, but she had chances to bring it up.

Her outburst made it clear that they hadn’t patched things up, which, he felt bad about. Of course he’d come with her, he said. Let me come, too! Sabiha had shouted from the loft upstairs.

And that’s how the three of them ended up on a train to Scotland to confront Aurora’s anti-sorcerer family.

… Great.

“I packed food for Sabiha, and I’m not hungry. We can grab something for you if you want.”

AURORA

If Aurora ate, she was going to puke from nerves, honestly. So instead, she gave Reza a smile and shook her head. “I’m good, but thank you.” The train station was as familiar to Aurora as the halls of her home, and as they walked, Aurora pointed out different venues or landmarks she knew and thought Sabiha or Reza might find interesting.

“How do you know so much about this place, Amma Rora?” Sabiha asked in French, their joined hands swinging slightly between them.

“Back when I still went to boarding school, this was the station I left from to get to school and back,” she explained with a small smile. “My house is pretty far in the country, so this was as close as I could get. Thankfully, it’s only a twenty minute drive from here to my parents.”

They stepped out of the doors into the brisk Scottish air, Aurora immediately taking a deep breath and feeling more settled than before. Even knowing her parents were at the end of this trip, even not knowing what kind of response she would get or what answers she would find, there was something about coming home that just made her feel a little bit better. It didn’t hurt that Sabiha was looking around, fascinated by their new surroundings, and that Aurora could feel Reza behind her.

The driver of a black sedan stood up straighter as the trio headed down the stairs, knocking back the brim of his hat so he could smile up at them with a gap-toothed grin. “Miss Briar, welcome back ta Perceforest,” he greeted, and Aurora smiled brightly at the familiar driver.

“Ay, thanks Bill,” she said, finally letting go of Sabiha to give the driver a hug. “Thanks for comin’ on such short notice.”

“For you, lass? Anything,” he reassured her with a laugh. Once the two broke away from each other, he gave Reza a nod and Sabiha a small bow. “And who is this wee bonnie lassie you’re travelin’ with today?”

Aurora moved to stand behind Sabiha, resting her hands on the young girl’s shoulders comfortingly. “This is my friend from Swynlake, Reza Kasraoui-Müller, and his daughter Sabiha,” she introduced; careful to get the pronunciation of their names right even though her accent had naturally thickened in response to Bill’s. “Sabiha, this is my old friend Bill,” she explained to the young girl in French. “I’ve known him since I was smaller than you.”

REZA

Sabiha was getting much better at English! She was! But Mr. Bill talked very, very funny, so she was glad her Amma ‘Rora helped her out a little by speaking French to her. Well, then! If he was a friend of ‘Rora’s, she liked him!

“Hi,” Sabiha said quietly, waving to him, before tugging on Aurora’s sleeve and whispering in French. “Tell him I’m from Tunisia and am very shy in English, but I promise I don’t not like him.”

Reza’s resting bitch face broke into a smile at Sabiha taking care to make sure Rory’s friend knew she wasn’t rude just because she might not talk to him. He wondered if anybody at school ever implied that. He hoped not. He’d ask her later, have a little chat before bed sometime.

“Aslema, pleasure to meet you.” He said, shaking Bill’s hand. “Ya Sabiha, do you want me to put your stuffy in your backpack now?”

“I’ll hold ‘im.” Sabiha replied in mumbled English, clutching her bear close to her chest.

AURORA

Aurora’s smile went all soft and fond as she leaned down to hear Sabiha’s whisper, giving her a nod and quick kiss on the head. “Of course, little bear,” she promised. Bill took it all in stride, more than used to Aurora and her mother breaking into random Portuguese at random points in the conversation, and shook Reza’s hand back firmly.

“Pleasure to have you both with us,” he said with a grin before offering to take their bags and put them in the trunk. Aurora helped Sabiha climb into the taxi, making sure she was safely buckled in the middle before sliding inside after her. Once everyone was inside the taxi and they were pulling away from the curb, Aurora made sure to pass Sabiha’s message along and Bill laughed and gave Sabiha a grin through the rearview mirror. “Don’t you worry, lassie,” he reassured, “Ol’ Bill here is used to doing all the talking!”

“Ain’t that the truest thing I ever heard,” Aurora teased.

During the ride, Aurora and Bill slipped into an easy back and forth, talking rapidly as they caught the other up on what had happened in their lives. Bill told them about his dog going into remission and his third granddaughter being born, Aurora told him about her yarn shop and Reza’s successful campaign for Town Board. Occasionally, Aurora would look over at Sabiha or Reza, silently checking up on them to make sure they weren’t feeling too awkward or ignored.

REZA

Reza didn’t mind sitting there silently as Rory caught up with her friend. He was perfectly happy braiding and unbraiding Sabiha’s hair to keep his hands busy, and whispering to her in Arabic, reminding her of her manners.

Sabiha nodded along - she was an obedient child for the most part - but at a certain point on the drive, she clearly was tired of sitting still. She looked between Rory and Reza, and in French so as not to upset Mr. Bill, asked the obligatory question.

“Are we there yet?”

“Sabiha,” Reza cautioned behind a huff of laughter.

AURORA

Aurora giggled at Sabiha’s question, grabbing her hand and giving it a small squeeze. “Not too much further, Sabiha,” she promised. They were only about five minutes out, actually, and wow didn’t that just bring back all of the fear and anxiety she’d been fighting against since before they had gotten on the train. She didn’t drop Sabiha’s hand, instead just holding on gently as she looked out the window and tried not to hyperventilate. Bill, even mundane as he was, easily sensed the shift in her demeanor and stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, only asking Reza an occasional question.

Soon, they turned onto a familiar, twisting road, and Aurora’s hand gripped Sabiha’s a little tighter as they drove deeper into the woods. Through the window, Aurora thought she could spot several floating lights, but they quickly vanished, and she wondered if they had been fairies. Off to tell either the Queen or her aunties that little Rose had come back.

She reminded herself that she was too old to lean out the window and yell at them to not tell anyone she was coming at all.

They broke through the trees and a large, stone manor stood before them. It had been in her father’s family since one of her ancestors had been titled by some long-dead monarch and given the property and surrounding fields for his own. Though the fields and farms had long turned into the bustling town of Perceforest and her family only owned some of the older, historic buildings, their house was still as grand and well-kept as the day it had been built; just updated to keep with the times. The creamy stone shone in the sunlight, all of the windows sparkling as they swung open in the spring breeze, and Aurora wanted to tell Bill to just turn right back around and drive them back to the train station.

“Here we are,” Bill said cheerfully as he pulled around the circular drive and stopped in front of the main doors. “All to shore that’s going to shore!”

Aurora hesitated, hand on the door handle as she tried to convince herself she wasn’t scared. She was brave, and confident, and came for answers. And she was going to open that door, march up those steps, and demand she got them!

… After she stopped shaking like a leaf.

REZA

As Reza stood in Rory’s driveway, all he could think was ‘Holy privilege, Batman!’ Really, he’d never even seen a house this big in person, let along been in one before. He felt almost like it was a fuck you to British colonialism by being a North African Muslim standing on the property.

Rory was shaking, and even Reza wasn’t too emotionally inept to know she was terrified.

“Hey,” Reza said, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezing. “You’ll be okay.” He took his hand away in favor of holding Sabiha’s hand, and smiled at her. “I’ll be on my best behavior, don’t worry.”

And standing behind her for moral support. But mostly on his best behavior, which he’d said to make her laugh.

AURORA

She had eventually gotten out of the car, an excited Sabiha nearly falling out of her lap, and was staring up at her family home when Reza’s hand came up to her shoulder. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, and sure enough, his comment about being on his best behavior made her smile and chuckle. It was just a little huff of a laugh, but it helped unwind some of the tension lodged in her throat, and Aurora could feel some of the stress bleed from her shoulders. The reminder that she wasn’t alone helped more than anything, and Aurora gave him a soft, grateful smile.

(She wondered for a moment what he would do if she rose up onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek to thank him, then immediately took that silly urge and buried it deep in her mind where it could never see the light of day again.)

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said instead, playfully shaking her finger at him as she stepped around him to say goodbye to Bill and pay him their fare (plus a generous tip). The cab pulled away and this time when Aurora looked up at her house, it was with the same determined expression she had worn on the train. She took a deep breath before approaching the front doors, easily going up the steps and raising the large knocker that was hung just above her head and letting it drop three times.

“Coming!” came a thickly-accented voice through the open windows, and Aurora’s determined expression faltered and turned into something smaller and vulnerable.

The door opened only a few moments later, a plump woman with dark skin and a colorful hair wrap greeting them with a smile. The smile fell the moment she laid eyes on Aurora, the woman gasping and bringing a hand to her mouth. “Rose?” she breathed, and Aurora smiled at her shyly.

“Hi Mum.”

Leah let go of the door to step out and draw Aurora in, immediately pulling her daughter into an all-encompassing hug. “Oh, Rose,” she said, voice thick with emotion as she clung to her daughter and Aurora clung back just as tight. “I’m so glad you’re alright. We were all so worried!”

“I’m sorry, Mum,” Aurora said softly, her face tucked against her mother’s shoulder as she melted into her embrace.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Leah said, pulling back to cup Aurora’s face in her hands and gently wipe the tears that had started rolling down her daughter’s face. “You did nothing wrong. Except not call your mother when you got home safe.”

Aurora’s laugh came out as a wet hiccup, and the two women hugged each other even tighter than before; muttering to each other in Portuguese as Leah gently rubbed Aurora’s back.

REZA

Ah, you know what? This made Rory’s thing for hugs make sense. Her mother being all one hug, two hugs, eighty-nine hugs, it seemed fitting. What surprised him about her though was how African she was.

No, not black - he knew Aurora was biracial - but like, genuinely African. She spoke English with a thick sub-Saharan African accent, and he’d venture to say hers was thicker than his North African accent. Like she purposely learned to speak English clearly but just as intentionally kept her natural cadence and pronunciation.

Despite her living in Scotland for at least almost thirty years, Rory’s mother looked and sounded so African. It was cool, and against Reza’s better judgement, he really wanted to ask The Question.

An African who spoke Portuguese? She was statistically from one of six countries, but Reza could only remember three. Angola, Cape Verde, and Mozambique. There were more, he knew...fuck, but he couldn’t remember.

Was it...Guinea? Equatorial Guinea? Guinea-Bissau?

AURORA

Aurora was completely oblivious to Reza and Sabiha as she just soaked in all of the love pouring off of her mother in waves. Ever since becoming a sorceress and being able to feel and see reagents, her mother had reminded her of the beaches of Mozambique, and basking in her love felt like standing with her feet buried in the sand and her face turned towards the sun as the water lapped at her legs.

God, she had needed this.

Finally, the two had had enough, and pulled away from each other with matching wet giggles. Aurora smiled warmly as Leah kissed her cheek, her mother pulling back to wipe her own tears as she finally took notice of the other two people on her stoop. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice you had brought friends with you,” she said, smiling at Reza and Sabiha. She looked over the two quickly before looking back at Aurora.

“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked in Portuguese, smiling when Aurora’s cheeks immediately turned dark red.

“Mum!” she yelped, all too aware that Reza could see how flustered and embarrassed she was, and that he wouldn’t even need to be a sorcerer to do it. “No! Oh my god, no he’s not.”

“That’s a shame, he’s handsome.”

“Oh my god stop, please.”

Leah laughed, patting Aurora’s cheek as her daughter attempted to shove her face into her hands before turning to face Reza and Sabiha again. “I’m Leah, it’s nice to meet you both,” she said kindly, holding out her hand to Reza.

REZA

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leah.” He said, giving her hand a firm handshake. “I’m Reza, and this is my daughter Sabiha.”

“You’re from where we’re from!” Sabiha said in cheery Arabic, forgetting to use her English in her excitement, and pointing to her headwrap. “Kind of.”

“Ya Sabiha, don’t point at the nice lady. That’s very rude.”

Tunisian women didn’t really dress like Leah, but, Sabiha had met plenty of sub-Saharan Africans in Tunisia for business or pleasure, so knew how people around the continent of Africa dressed. For a small child recently taken so far from home, it was exciting seeing somebody that looked like people she often ran into back home.

“She’s not trying to be rude, Leah. Sabiha’s actually very excited, because she knows you’re from Africa like she is. If I can ask; are you Angolan, Cape Verdean, or Mozambican? The Portuguese narrows it down.” Reza asked, before gesturing to himself and Sabiha. “We’re Tunisian.”

AURORA

Aurora wasn't worried about her mother being offended by Sabiha pointing; not only was she obviously Not White, but her mother had been in Scotland too long to be bothered by something as small as that. Instead she was worried that her mother would recognize Reza's name from Christmas and the whole conversation would crash out now.

If Leah did recognize the name as that of Rose's Controversial Sorcery Master, she didn't show it. She smiled at the two. “Oh, it's no problem at all,” she told Reza, “and well spotted. I'm from Mozambique.” She took Sabiha's hand in her own, giving it a soft pat. “It's nice to meet you, Sabiha,” she said in rusty Arabic.

“Please, come inside,” she said to all three, taking Aurora's hand in her own and pulling her daughter in close to her side. “Your father will want to know you're here, as well as Jo and the others,” Leah said, and Aurora's stomach dropped for half a moment.

“That's good, because that's why I'm here,” she said softly. “I have… there's something we need to talk about, Mum. Some questions I have for you all.”

Leah glanced back at Reza and Sabiha out of the corner of her eye. “Should we wait for after dinner to have that conversation?” she asked in Portuguese. Aurora shook her head.

“It's why they came with me,” she explained. “Reza's a sorcerer, mum. My teacher. And we have some questions about Carabosse.”

Leah came to a halt, looking at Aurora with that familiar, haunted expression she wore any time the curse came up. She looked at Reza again with new eyes, but didn't say anything. Instead she gave him a small, sad smile and turned back to her daughter. “Of course, Rose,” she murmured. “Whatever you need to know.”

As they walked along, Leah stopped by a gentleman dusting a painting and quietly instructed him to go find her husband. “We can go to the sun room,” she offered. “Your father can meet us there and then we can call for your godmothers.”

REZA

Sabiha gasped and bounced on the balls of her feet, chattering away in fast-paced Tunisian dialect. “You speak Arabic? Oh, good! Nobody in Swynlake does, at least none of my baba’s friends. Amma ‘Rora knows French, and I know French too, because we speak two language in Tunisia. Arabic is my favorite language though because it’s the prettiest and the most fun to write.”

“Sabiha, breathe,” Reza reminded her, patting her head. He didn’t apologize for her because he didn’t want Sabiha to ever feel bad about feeling excited, only smiled apologetically at Leah.

He didn’t say anything else, though he sensed the tension as Rory spoke to her mother in Portuguese.

AURORA

Leah gave Sabiha a gentle smile, and the similarities between mother and daughter became incredibly clear. “My Arabic is rather rusty, I’m afraid,” she admitted as she led them into an open room made mostly of glass. There were several comfortable couches arranged around a long coffee table, facing towards the glass wall and the view of the gardens beyond. You could see the forest at the edge of the grounds, and to the right, a path that led out to the cliffs and the sea.

“Sabiha’s French is wonderful,” Aurora told her mother in French so the little girl could be included, “and her English is improving every day. Soon she’s going to teach me Tunisian, and I will try very hard not to butcher it with my accent,” she joked. They were all about to sit when they heard running footsteps approaching the room, and Aurora looked to the doors in confusion. Only to yelp when they were flung back open and a tall, thin man with greying hair and a brilliant smile burst through, making a beeline for Aurora.

“Rose!” Stefan said gladly, and Aurora laughed as she ran to meet him halfway and was immediately swung into the air. “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back to visit!”

“Surprise?” she said, still giggling in her father’s embrace. He pressed a loud kiss to her forehead, cuddling her close as Aurora beamed.

“I missed you so much,” he said. “I’m so sorry, lass.” Stefan pulled back just enough to meet his daughter’s eye. “Forgive your stupid old man?”

“We’ll see,” Aurora said with a soft smile in return, leaning up to kiss her father’s cheek and laughing when he dramatically swooned on the spot.

Leah was watching the two with a fond smile, one hand pressed to her heart as Stefan made a show of turning Aurora under his arm so he could get a good look at her. “Dear, control yourself,” she said with a chuckle. “She didn’t come alone.”

Stefan finally noticed the other two people in the room and gave them a bright smile as well. “Hello! Friends of Rose’s, I assume?”

“This is Reza and Sabiha,” Aurora introduced, gesturing at the two. “Sabiha just moved to Swynlake from Tunisia and Reza is my sorcery teacher.” She watched her father’s reaction, meeting his eyes when his head snapped back towards her and giving him a pleading look. Stefan hesitated for a moment before giving her a soft smile in return, letting go of her to instead approach Reza and hold out his hand.

“Well it’s lovely to meet ya’ both,” he said, shaking Reza’s hand and bowing dramatically to Sabiha.

REZA

Again, the words ‘holy privilege, Batman!’ echoed in Reza’s skull, bouncing around like a DVD screensaver.

His cynicism wore off at the absolutely dweeb Stefan Briar was with his daughter, only to be replaced with confusion. If they loved Aurora so much, why were they so mean to her at Christmas? Why had it been months since they spoke in any meaningful capacity?

So much seemed off about this entire thing.

And even through Stefan’s awful thick Scottish accent, Reza could sense the uncertainty about Reza’s presence even before he physically felt it when they shook hands. “Likewise.” Was all he said, his grip on Sabiha’s hand getting just a tiny bit tighter.

Sabiha, at least, was very entertained by Stefan’s dramatic bow, giggling at the funny older man. “I’m Sabiha.” She said, curtseying just as play dramatic.

AURORA

Stefan beamed at Sabiha’s little curtsy. “Why, if I had known we had a wee princess in our midst, I would have worn my nice shirt,” he said, making a show of straightening out his polo shirt. “Rose, you’ve passed on your crown already?”

“Daaa,” Aurora groaned with a laugh, coming over and gently pushing his chest until the chuckling man was upright. “Behave.”

“I am behaving! It’s not my fault kids love me!”

“It’s because you are a child,” Leah cut in with a grin, causing Aurora to snort with laughter and Stefan to gasp at the betrayal. “Come now, sit,” she said to the group. “I’ll get us all some snacks in a moment, but first, how was your trip here?”

“Fairly smooth,” Aurora said, sitting next to Sabiha as her parents sat together on the couch closest to her. They immediately held hands, gravitating to each other in the seamless way that Aurora had always loved. There was no question her parents were still as helplessly in love with each other as they had been the day they had met, and Aurora wondered not for the first time if she would be so lucky one day. “Bill met us at the station.”

“Aye, good man, Bill,” Stefan said with a grin.

Leah was the one who asked “How have you been? Since… since Christmas?” The mood in the room took a notably somber turn, Stefan’s bright smile dimming just a bit and Aurora’s fingers tangling in her lap. “We hadn’t heard from you,” Leah continued. “We were worried.”

“I’m sorry,” Aurora said softly. “I… I should have let you know I was safe. I was just…” She took a deep breath. “I had to take some time to think about what had been said,” she told them. The two adults at least had the sense to look guilty. Aurora opened her mouth before shaking her head, all too aware of Sabiha and Reza next to her. “But that’s in the past,” she said. “I’m not here to talk about that. I- something happened, last month.”

Stefan and Leah both looked at her in concern. “What happened?” Stefan asked, reaching out to lay a hand on Aurora’s knee. Aurora immediately gripped it back. “Rose?”

“Sabiha, sweetie, can you go get one of your stuffies for me out of your bag?” Aurora said instead, looking at Sabiha with a small smile. “I’m going to need some help.” And I don’t want you hearing what I’m about to say next.

Sabiha already had nightmares, she didn’t need a peek into Aurora’s.

REZA

At Aurora’s request, Sabiha crinkled her nose all confused and looked up at her father. She might get lost in this big house! And, she wanted to listen to what the grown-ups were saying.

Reza ran his fingers through Sabiha’s hair and whispered gently in their native language, “Go on, listen to Amma ‘Rora.” and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. The little girl opened her mouth to protest, but upon receiving The Look she obeyed and slid off the couch.

He watched Sabiha wander off, and once she disappeared from sight, turned to Aurora and nodded that it was safe to continue.

AURORA

The Briar’s watched the interaction carefully and their eyes were back on Aurora as soon as Sabiha was gone. It wasn’t far to the front door and all the hallways led back to the sunroom anyways, so Aurora wasn’t worried. It would be just enough time to tell her parents about her dream.

If her father hadn’t narrowed his eyes and looked between Reza and Aurora speculatively. “Is there something you two want to tell us?” he asked, trailing off while Aurora went simultaneously red and deathly pale at once. Leah immediately turned a dangerous frown on her husband.

“Stefan.”

“What!? You weren’t thinking it too?” he defended, and Aurora squeaked.

“Da, no,” she said, pointedly not looking at Reza and pointedly not thinking about the knots forming in her stomach and throat. “I’m not here because of… anything like that.” She looked down at the floor. “I’m here because I saw Carabosse,” she said quietly, not needing to see her parents’ faces to know how quickly their confusion had turned to horror. “In a dream. She spoke to me, telling me…”

Her hands were shaking in her lap, eyes squeezed shut as she relived that awful moment. The freezing water up to her ankles, rushing in faster than she thought possible. Carabosse stalking towards her, her perfectly coiled black hair coming undone and messy. The headache blooming behind Aurora’s temples as each word from her mistress threatened to bring her to her knees.

“You’re running out of places to hide, little Rose,” she said, lilac eyes wild with fury. “I will find you, and when I do, I’ll take back what is mine.” Aurora stumbled back, clutching her head as she keened in pain. “You’re mine, Aurora Briar,” Carabosse hissed. “Every breath you take is mine, every heartbeat is forfeit to me. I won’t be denied any longer, and your pitiful Mundus family with their little fairies can’t keep me from collecting their debt.”

Carabosse lunged at Aurora, her form rippling into something straight out of a nightmare as her long, thin fingers reached for her eyes. Aurora screamed, grabbing her wrists and holding her back even as her back slammed into the metal walls of the ship. “I will take what I am owed! What is MINE!” Carabosse screamed, eyes black and veins protruding under her paper-thin skin. Aurora looked at her mistress in horror, wrestling her back as the woman continued to reach for Aurora’s eyes. There was something burning inside of her, wild and untamed and furious as it writhed in her chest. Her hands burned where they met Carabosse’s skin

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Aurora screamed, kicking out at Carabosse and sending the sorceress back. She turned and ran, splashing through the water as fast as she could as she heard Carabosse’s scream following her. She ran to the end of the hall, turning and slamming the door shut behind her as she grabbed a chair that was nearby. She nearly got it under the handles to block it up when something heavy crashed into it and opened the door enough for a single, gnarled hand to shoot through and grab Aurora by her throat. She gasped as the hand didn’t squeeze, but instead there was the familiar feeling of magic draining from her body. A single black eye peered at her through the crack in the door, and the wild thing in her chest thrashed back and howled. No, she wouldn’t die like this.

Aurora reached back through the door and grabbed Carabosse’s neck in return, and tried something she had never done before. Tried to take the energy Carabosse had drained from her back.

Her skin was hot, and Aurora could feel the heat travelling through her veins and up her arm, foreign and familiar and too much and not enough all at once. Carabosse’s wide grin had turned into a snarl, and Aurora whimpered as she felt her knees begin to weaken. No, no no no no no no no-

Aurora glared back at Carabosse and held on tighter, the heat growing until she was filled to the brim with fire. It threatened to tear her to pieces, to scald her from the inside, but when Carabosse fell to her knees first, Aurora just changed her grip and held on to the wrist at her throat. Lilac eyes looked back at her with hatred and fear, and Aurora had never felt stronger.

“Leave. Me. Alone,” she rasped, tearing Carabosse’s hand away from her as the pull on her energy was replaced with something Aurora could not describe.

“I will find you,” Carabosse hissed, beating weakly against the door. “Your life belongs to me.”

“You don’t get to have any say over my life ever again,” Aurora snarled, throwing Carabosse’s hand away from her and slamming the doors shut. She propped up the chair under the handles and ran away even as the slamming began. It didn’t take long for it to get weaker and weaker, until it finally stopped.

In the next window Aurora passed, she saw her eyes were now a bright, vibrant lilac.

Aurora hadn’t realized she had been retelling the nightmare out loud until she looked up and saw how pale both of her parents had gone, Leah’s hand over her mouth in shock. She quickly looked away again. “Swynlake dreams that take you to another place and time are normal, but that wasn’t,” she explained. “It was like Carabosse knew it was really me, like she could remember the real world inside of the dream. Like she was there.”

Aurora reached up to take hold of the amethyst necklace around her throat. “I’ve never been so scared in my life,” she admitted. “I don’t even know what she meant.” She looked up at her parents. “Why did she say I was a debt that she was owed?”

Leah looked haunted, and Stefan suddenly looked twice his age.

REZA

Reza had heard most of the story, but Aurora had glazed over some details or completely omitted others. Ever the expert as suppressing his emotions and reactions, Reza shoved up any questions he had for Rory in a tiny box and crushed it.

He had to talk quickly, before Sabiha came back.

“I don’t think the two of you understand, or can comprehend, how powerful that magic has to be to follow Rory into an alternate universe and communicate with her there. That is powerful, seriously dark magic. Magic that powerful is inherently dangerous to whoever is toying with it.” Reza said, only now realizing that so far, his point wasn’t even being made, he hadn’t even been saying what he wanted to say.

“Shit. Okay, so.” He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “My life story isn’t relevant here, so I’m not going to get into it. Nothing about me is relevant except my magic. I am a cursebreaker. That’s my whole-” and he made a series of gestures with his hand “-thing. My specialty is getting in the face of dark magic, coaxing its secrets out of it, and figuring out how to solve the problem.”

He cleared his throat and looked from Stefan, to Leah, to Rory, and smiled apologetically at Rory.

“The first day I began teaching Rory, with I first held her hand to get a feel for her magic and what I was working with, I was equal parts perpexled and terrified. It was like...like when you soak lemon slices in water. The water tastes like lemon but isn’t lemonade. It was magic that felt like Rory because it’d been in her so long, but wasn’t Rory. It was like it had become part of her, but it didn’t come from her. And it didn’t, did it, Stefan?”

Reza addressed her father directly, figuring he would be easier crack. Leah clearly was the stronger personality of the two. And maybe his status as a father himself might soften Stefan to him.

“I understand wanting to protect your daughter. Believe me I do. I was clinically dead for two minutes and twenty seconds to save my daughter’s life. So I get it, I get it. But keeping something that is literally all about something so vital to her entire being is not the way to do it. I know you’ve not been forthcoming about the truth, and so does she. I-” Reza paused. He turned to face his apprentice with a sheepish smile “Sorry, Rory that’s the only time I will speak for you, forgive me.”

And he immediately turned back to Stefan, stone-faced, and ready to get down to business. “Your daughter’s story about her curse, the one she relayed to me, it doesn’t make sense.”

“What-” he cut himself off, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “What actually happened? What is the real truth? Tell her - tell us - so she can know and I can help her. Why does Carabosse think she’s owed Rory? Who is she in the first place? If she’s so powerful she’s able to harness the magic she does, why can’t she simply show up here and hurt her like she obviously wants to?”

“Lying up to this point has been foolish, irresponsible, and dangerous. Continuing to withhold the truth would be, frankly, willfully putting your daughter in danger.”

AURORA

Aurora watched her parents silently as Reza spoke, only looking away from them a few times to meet Reza’s eye or to lay her hand on his forearm and give it a warning squeeze. Yes, she wanted the truth, yes, she wanted the lies to end, but they were her parents.

Even if their reactions hadn’t been incredibly reassuring.

They had both looked equal parts angered and ashamed, although Leah had been the one to look up, almost hopefully, when Reza had told them he was a cursebreaker. That hope hadn’t lasted long.

Stefan was turning red, which Aurora knew from watching long conference calls and meetings between her father and his business partners, meant that he was about to blow up. “Da, please,” she said softly, reaching out for his hand. “I need to know. I’m twenty-seven, I think I can handle it now.”

Stefan looked at her, sad and confused and defeated, but it was Leah who spoke up. “Your father had nothing to do with it,” she said quietly, back straight as she met Aurora’s eyes. “If you want the truth, it will be from me.”

“Leah,” Stefan said quietly, before she held up her hand.

“Go find her godmothers,” she told her husband softly. “They need to be here for this.”

Stefan hesitated, looking back and forth between Leah and Aurora, before nodding. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, kissing Leah’s temple before standing; giving Reza one last warning look before his eyes drifted to Aurora.

She didn’t notice. She was staring at her mother.

“What do you mean?” Aurora asked quietly as her father left the room. Leah took a deep breath, eyes closed.

“Aurora, I… The best thing I have ever done is raise you,” she said, looking at her daughter with warm golden eyes. “Being your mother is my greatest joy, and I have loved you with my whole heart since the moment I knew you were growing inside of me. But I did wrong by you, even before you were born,” she admitted.

Aurora’s hand stayed on Reza’s arm, trembling, as she looked at her mother with wide eyes.

“Your father and I were married for ten years before we had you,” Leah began. “And we had always wanted a big family. It was why we moved out here to Stefan’s ancestral home; plenty of room for plenty of kids. But no matter what we tried, we couldn’t conceive. We must have seen dozens of doctors, and they all told us the same thing. We would never have children.” Leah sighed. “It broke our hearts. I must have cried for weeks. Stefan started looking into adoption, but I couldn’t let it go. I wanted to know my own child, to see the beautiful baby Stefan and I would make. I thought I would die without knowing them.”

Leah pressed her clasped hands to her lips, eyes closed as she tried to steady herself. “That’s when I met her. A sorceress, looking out on the water from the cliffs, on the edges of our property. She asked me what ailed me, and I told her. I told her that I was barren, that it had always been my dream to have a large family, and she told me she could make it happen. She told me there would be a price, but I was so desperate that I was willing to give anything-” her words caught in her throat.

“She asked me for a sample of my blood, told me to go home, see my husband, and two months later the doctors confirmed I was pregnant. Stefan thought it was a miracle. I knew better.”

Leah smiled wetly. “The day you were born was the best day of my life. Oh, you were so beautiful. Our little Aurora, the light of our lives. For years life seemed to be perfect, watching you grow up. We were never able to conceive again, but we had you, and that was more than enough. When you were twelve, I found the sorceress again. I told her I had come to thank her, and repay my debt, but she told me it wasn’t time. She told me ‘Return to this place when your blossoming Rose turns sixteen, and invite me to your home to join the celebration. I shall stay for three nights, and when I leave in the morning, the debt will be repaid.’ And so I did.”

She shook her head. “I never thought- The debt was mine to repay, not yours. Never yours.”

Aurora didn’t know what she was feeling. The grip on Reza’s arm was the only thing keeping her on the ground. Carabosse had helped her mother get pregnant? Even before she was born, there had been an axe over her head.

“What…” Aurora started, her voice weak. “What happened next?”

Before Leah could answer, the door swung back open, and three older women rushed into the room. “Rory!” they all cried out, and Aurora spun to look at them with wide eyes. They all stopped dead when they saw the tears in her eyes, how wrung out Leah looked, and the stranger sitting next to Aurora.

“Should… we come back?” Jo asked, looking between the three as Verna and Lila tried to process the situation.

REZA

Reza pat Rory’s hand as a gesture of comfort as she rested it on his arm. He swallowed, as the story Leah told...well, it did tug on his heart. He hadn’t ever desired to be a father. It wasn’t until he agreed to get Rafika pregnant that he’d ever imagined passing on his genes. And it wasn’t until she was a few months pregnant that he realized he felt wrong about creating and child and not raising it.

He never purposely sought out being a father, but once he knew a child with his DNA was going to exist, he ached to be part of that child’s life. Reza wanted his baby so badly it hurt him to know that the arrangement was supposed to be zero involvement.

Rafika eventually saw things his way, and he never once regretted changing his mind about their original arrangement.

It would have killed him to not be able to hold Sabiha - and for the years they were separated, it tore him apart inside. So to an extent, he could empathize with Leah. About not knowing you’d get to have a baby. And then having a beautiful, perfect little girl that you loved more than anything. And her being all you could ask for and all you need.

He got it. He did.

As quickly as it came though, the empathy was gone. It was interrupted by three old white women bursting into the room. And three old white women never meant Happy Fun Times for Reza.

AURORA

The shock that had stopped her three aunties didn’t last long, and Lila was the first one to come around the couch and take Aurora’s hand. “Hiya, Rory,” she said with a small smile, perching herself on the edge of the couch with an ease that did not suit her size. Jo had gone to sit by Leah, wrapping an arm around the other woman and murmuring to her softly.

Verna was still standing in the doorway, arms folded as she stared at Reza with narrowed eyes.

“I believe this is a private conversation,” she said cooly. “Could you please give us a moment?”

“He stays,” Aurora said just as cooly, meeting her Auntie’s eyes. The floating feeling had vanished in a heartbeat, and Aurora was only too aware of herself. “I asked him to be here.” Verna looked at Aurora like she had just started speaking German.

“Aurora, this really isn’t the place-”

“He knows more about dark magic than any of us,” Aurora shot back. “I trust him. He stays.”

“That must make you the sorcery master,” Lila said casually, leaning around Aurora to wave at Reza like the temperature in the sunroom hadn’t dropped several degrees. “Nice to meet you. Stefan and your daughter are making sandwiches for everyone.”

“Verna, please, not here,” Jo said gently, holding Leah’s hand. “Stefan said-”

“I know what Stefan said and this is what I’m saying,” Verna snapped at her sister. “I don’t want a sorcerer in this house!”

“Too bad,” Aurora sniped, standing from her seat and whirling on Verna with a glare, stalking towards the woman. “It’s my curse, my life on the line, and if I say he can stay in this house, then his name can go up on the damn door.”

“That’s my girl,” Lila said proudly, shrugging in reply when Verna glared at her. The tallest fairy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Aurora, this is-”

“What, childish of me?” Aurora asked. Reza was the only one who could see the agitation and hurt curling and twisting around her like snakes. “Am I being too naive? Too trusting? Too unwilling to accept the truth?” Each word dripped from her tongue like acid, and every other woman in the room flinched from her words. “Reza’s the only one in this room who has been telling me the truth about what’s happening to me since day one. So either sit down and tell me what’s going on, or leave. Reza stays.”

Verna had about half a foot on the much smaller Aurora, but in that moment Verna cowered back from her. Her expression morphed between confusion, anger, and betrayal, and Aurora watched the emotions cycle around and around. “Work your shit out on your own time,” she told her auntie. “We’re all adults here.”

Aurora spun back around, only catching Leah and Jo’s wide eyes and Lila’s wide grin before sitting gracefully back down next to Reza. “I’m sorry for the interruption,” she told her mother before pointedly taking Reza’s hand. She’d apologize to him later for dragging him into her family’s drama. Maybe give him a week off from Aurora’s Bullshit.

“Please, continue.”

REZA

Reza sat there unfazed by anything the bitchy fairy - Verna - shouted about him. If ‘ew, gross, sorcerer’ was the worst she had to say about him? Ha! He could handle it. He’d been called all sorts of things from a monster, to a cockroach, to a pox on Tunisian society. He’d been arrested, interrogated, tortured, beaten, shot at, almost killed in a bombing, and had an assassination attempt on him for existing while being a sorcerer.

He thinks he can handle a fairy with a sharp tongue.

“No need to defend me, Rory, but thank you. I assure you I’m far beyond the point where words about how disgusting sorcerers are can hurt me.” Subtly, he pulled up the sleeve on the arm Aurora wasn’t touching, to flash her some of the battle scars of living in North Africa as a magick.

AURORA

Aurora gave Reza a small, tired smile as she reached out and laid a hand over his scars gently, but Lila - grinning widely behind her - mouthed “That wasn’t about you, dear”. Verna had taken a seat in the last chair in the room, trying not to look like she was sulking and pointedly avoiding looking at the two sorcerers sitting together.

“As I was saying,” Leah said, looking between the two parties warily. “The day of your sixteenth birthday, I went to go get Carabosse and bring her back to the house. We put her up in our nicest guest room, treated her like family… I’m sure you remember that.”

Aurora nodded. She had been curious about the stranger her mother had brought home with the old-fashioned style and the odd smile, but at that time the Briar’s often entertained business guests and other families from around the area. Aurora had been more excited about her birthday than anything, she hadn’t had the desire to pry about Madame Carabosse.

Maybe she should have.

“None of us know exactly what happened that first night,” Jo cut in, still gently patting Leah’s hand. “Just that when we woke up the next day, you seemed to be coming down with some sort of illness. You were lethargic and unfocused, and we were all rather worried.”

“That was the first night I had the dream in the museum,” Aurora said quietly, holding Reza’s hand just a little tighter; her other hand bunched into the fabric of her cardigan. Lila gently pet some of Aurora’s curls back.

“You know what happened next,” Verna said. Her tone had gone much softer. “The three of us decided to get you a charm to help you get some proper sleep, and went up to your room to give it to you a little after everyone had retired for the night. We found the door locked, so we flew to the window and scared her away.”

REZA

“Right, the hallway dream. With the portraits. The really fucked one— uh, sorry, shouldn’t swear.” He covered his mouth with his hand.

He shook his head as Verna paused. No, no, this wasn’t becoming any clearer. Not one bit. This still wasn’t answering a lot of technical questions he needed to help her.

But this wasn’t about him. It was for Rory. And it was his job to figure out the hard part anyway.

“That still doesn’t explain...so much.” Reza said quietly, biting his lip and just. Thinking. Thinking hard.

AURORA

Reza was right, it wasn't explaining much. After the bombshells her mother had dropped, Verna's explanation had just left her more confused.

“But what was she doing?” she asked. “What did she want from me? What does she still want from me? And why did she wait until then?”

“We don’t really know-” Verna started, before Lila threw a pillow at her.

“Oh be quiet, you're not helping,” she said flatly as Verna squawked. Lila turned back to Aurora. “When we came to the window, Carabosse was sitting on your bed, singing to you. I'm not an expert on dark magic so I'm not sure exactly what she was doing, but it tied the both of you together.”

Aurora reached up for her necklace, holding onto it shakily as she remembered her dream. Carabosse standing over her as she lay trapped in a body that wouldn't move, humming as she drew the magic out of Aurora's body and into her own. Playing with the amulet around her neck, runes shining all wet and red. Aurora hadn't thought it had made any sense, but the knowledge that Carabosse had given her mother a spell to help her conceive… that they were tied together before she was even born… that Carabosse had asked for her blood...

Vibrant, terrifying lilac eyes staring at her from a pale face framed in black hair. Aurora's mother had golden brown eyes, and her father's were blue.

Aurora reached up, fingers brushing along her cheek under her own eyes. All of the women in those paintings in the museum in her nightmares, their eyes were purple too. And then, when they died, they were gone.

Aurora, running through the ship after Carabosse died, with vibrant, terrible lilac eyes.

A small sob rose up her throat and Aurora covered her mouth, trembling. “She… She came back for her magic,” she whispered. Aurora looked up at Reza with wide, horrified eyes. “That's why my magic doesn't feel like my own, it's hers. And it's in- it's inside of me.”

Aurora finally let go of his hand, covering her face as the horror washed over her in waves.

REZA

Reza’s blood ran cold as Aurora came to the frightening conclusion on her own. He didn’t have time to process his ah-ha moment of I knew something was off about this magic! as even he wasn’t so callous. Being right, and letting it known he’d been right, didn’t beat out looking after Rory.

It was his job as her friend and Master sorcerer to consider her well-being. And prodding her like a frog dissection wasn’t it, chief.

“Rory, breathe,” Reza said gently, patting her back between her shoulder blades. He looked to the white lady who seemed least likely to kill him (Lila). “Could you grab her a glass of water, please?”

He could feel and see the panic, horror, and disgust (the kind that only could be directed at oneself) rising in her. The first two, he got. The disgust, he didn’t like one bit. And he wasn’t sure he had the right words. Or actions. He knew he didn’t, in fact. He only knew he could try his best.

“Hey. Habibti, listen.” Reza said, moving off the couch to crouch in front of her on the ground, wincing as it sent pain to his bad leg, mostly from the knee up. He rested a hand on if of her knees, and chased her eyes even as they moved to avoid his gaze.

“Try to breathe. She would be thrilled to freak you out, win by collecting yourself. I know this is scary, and I’m not telling you not to be scared.” He said, clipped Tunisian accent filling the room even as he spoke low and measured. It was silent otherwise. “I have worked against some serious dark magic, Rory. Okay? I’ve got you. That’s how people like us survive in my country, we’ve got each other.”

“So be scared, and shocked, but don’t let her win for even a little while. Breathe. We’ll figure this out.”

Still on the ground, he looked over his shoulder at Leah, Jo, and Verna. “Is there anything else you can tell me — us — er, Rory. It’s important you share everything with m— her. So I can help her.”

If Aurora was right about her being inside of her… holy hell, this was some of the darkest magic he’d ever heard of, let alone tried to interact with. He needed to know every precious iota of information.

AURORA

The rest of her family had jumped to their feet when Aurora had started to shake, but they all kept their distance; not wanting to crowd her. Instead they watched Reza kneel in front of her, speaking to her in a low, calm voice.

Aurora didn't see them move, didn't notice them at all. All she could think about was the magic in her body, pressing against her skin with an uncontrollable desire to escape. All this time, it had just been looking for a way out. Her aunties were right. Aurora wasn't a sorceress.

She was a bomb.

Her eyes were dry even as she began to shake and hyperventilate, staring into space and resisting the urge to pull her own eyes right out of her head. They were her's, so much of her was just what Carabosse had left behind! If she pulled the curse out of her, what would even be left?

Reza finally caught her eyes and held them; wide and frantic as she pressed her hands against her mouth so hard she could feel her teeth through her lips. His voice slowly worked past the blood pounding in her ears, and Aurora reached out for him; her hands fisting into the fabric of his shirt near his shoulders.

“Try to breathe,” he said, and she gasped in response. “I've got you,” he reassured, and Aurora pressed her face against his shoulder as she trembled. His shirt stayed dry; he was right, Carabosse did not get her tears.

She stayed that way, silent and shaking behind her hair, as her family watched in various states of discomfort and sorrow. “We haven't seen her since we scared her off,” Jo said, looking like being away from Aurora was physically painful. “Lila enchanted the grounds so she couldn't cross onto them, and Verna and I made Aurora's amethyst charm to keep Carabosse from being able to find Aurora again. Since then, nothing.”

“If we knew more, do you think Aurora would still be suffering like this?” Verna asked. “We've got no leads that we haven't already chased down.”

REZA

Reza… Did Not Do This Shit.

He wasn’t equipped to handle Aurora’s breakdowns, or anybody’s, really. But he knew how to talk someone out of self-destructing after trauma, and the tactic he was employing here was similar. ‘Don’t let them see you upset even with your friend’s blood on your cheek’ became ‘don’t let the bitch who cursed you win’ in a heartbeat.

“Yes, actually, she probably still would.” Reza said calmly to Verna. “You can’t just get somebody uncursed because you know the whole damn Wikipedia page by heart. Which is why it’s so important you’ve told me everything you all know.”

“Cursebreakers aren’t a half pence a dozen like some other areas of sorcery.”

AURORA

The conversation went in circles for several minutes after that, just rehashing the same information over and over, and Aurora honestly wasn't paying attention to most of it. She was busy trying not to fling herself against Reza’s chest where she could curl up and just hide from the rest of the world. It was obvious that her family didn't know much more about Carabosse or how she worked than Aurora did, and the realization that they were flying nearly blind dragged down at her morale.

She wanted to fucking sleep for a week.

Soon enough, Sabiha and Stephan came back with sandwiches and lemonade; the young girl taking one look at Aurora before curling up against her side as they ate. Her parents invited them all to stay for the night, and Jo and Lila talked enough that there weren't too many awkward lulls in the conversation. Even Verna started to loosen up a bit when she learned that Sabiha was half-fairy.

Once her food was eaten and she was sure Reza and Sabiha wouldn't be too uncomfortable, Aurora went to take a long nap, crying into her pillow for an embarrassingly long time. She did not sleep peacefully, and only looked more tired when she came back downstairs. She found Reza on the back porch, watching Sabiha and Lila splashing together in the stream behind the house as only two Water Talent fairies could. Aurora silently joined him, leaning against the railing as she fiddled with a long curl of hair.

“Thank you,” she said finally, her voice small. “For coming out here with me.”

REZA

Reza anxiously waited for Rory to wake up from her nap. He liked Jo and Lila enough to let Lila take Sabiha to play in the stream with her water talent magic, and Rory’s parents were nice, but he didn’t like being here.

Their home only reminded him of privilege, of the wealthy white European tourists whose asses he had to kiss while a server and bartender at resorts to afford to put Sabiha through good schools and English language tutoring. He knew it was irrational, to be so uncomfortable here. They’d been nothing but kind to him and his daughter. Still, he didn’t like being here without Rory as a buffer.

He didn’t talk much to anybody - except Jo and Lila - while Rory was sleeping. And when he recognized her soft footsteps approaching him, he almost sighed in relief.

“Hey. I was happy to do it.” Reza assured her, placing a hand on hers and giving a reassuring squeeze before taking his hand away to gesture to the stream. “Sabiha’s made a friend.”

AURORA

Aurora’s heart tripped a couple beats when he squeezed her hand, and she shot him a brief, grateful look as she squeezed it back before letting go. She followed his gesture and smiled softly as Sabiha laughed with water dancing around her. “I'm glad,” she said, watching the two playing together and remembering summers of doing the same thing; young and eager and completely mundane as she chased fish along the stream and splashed anyone who got close to her.

Part of her wanted to run out and join them. Part of her didn't want to ruin the moment.

Aurora hung on to herself as she leaned against the railing, trying not to shiver in the warm spring air. “Do…” she started, pressing her lips together when the words got caught in her throat. “I don't know what happens next,” she whispered. Her eyes dropped to the ground, and she tried not to think about how pathetic she must look.

REZA

As infallible as he liked Rory to think he was, Reza was no miracle worker and certainly no god. Much to his own chagrin he had to admit that he, too, was at a loss. He didn’t want to give Aurora false hope, but didn’t want her to think he would give up on her just because it was hard. And if she thought so? She didn’t know him, not really.

“Neither do I, to tell you the truth.” He said calmly, turning to his apprentice with an expression that was kinder than neutral while not quite a smile. “But I’ve worked with less before.”

“And, Aurora?”

A beat.

“The self-loathing is coming off you in droves, ya habibti. I’m glad Sabiha isn’t old enough to properly see and identify reagents yet.”

AURORA

It wasn’t that Aurora thought Reza was infallible, per say, it was just that he knew this part of their world so much more than her. He was a sorcerer born and raised. Aurora wasn’t even sure what she was anymore.

The fact that he wasn’t lying or sugarcoating anything for her was greatly appreciated, and she gave him a small, wry smile. His second comment, however, had her blinking at him in confusion before her cheeks colored in embarrassment. It was one thing to feel that horrible hatred and disappointment in her chest, it was another to know someone else was witness. Aurora was good at hiding that part of her; the ugly voice in her mind that screamed and howled day and night and made sure she stayed in her place.

Aurora looked away from Reza quickly, hiding under her hair and trying to make that voice as small as possible so maybe he couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she said, unable to keep the edge of sarcasm from her voice. The smaller she tried to make it, the louder her thoughts got, and Aurora pressed her lips together firmly.

“Don’t worry, this is one problem you don’t have to help with,” she said tiredly. Reza had already shouldered enough of her baggage for one day. Her eyes slipped to Sabiha, laughing as she kicked water up at Lila and Jo, and her heart twisted even further in her chest.

No, she couldn’t ask Reza to help with this. This predated him by years; this was Aurora’s burden alone.

REZA

“There’s no need for it. You are so many wonderful things.” Reza said quietly, before turning away and walking a few feet across the porch to get a closer look at Sabiha playing.

Reza’s heart was so full of love for his little girl. Their four years of separation only made him appreciate having her more.

“It would be rude to decline your mother’s offer to stay for dinner.” Reza said slowly, changing the subject. “But I think Sabiha and I will just stay in a hotel in town tonight.”

He hoped she’d let him without protest. Admitting he was uncomfortable and why wouldn’t...go over great. Probably.

And he could see the bedtime conversation with Sabiha from a mile away. Being with fairies— a water fairy — again? She’d surely ask about Rafika. Ask her why she didn’t come here with her, and not for the first time. He didn’t want prying ears for that conversation between them.

She was eight. Soon to be nine. It would take several more rehashings of that conversation to actually understand.

“Verna hasn’t said anything nasty since she found out she’s half-fairy. She doesn’t trust me I don’t think; rightfully so, I’m a stranger to her. But I’m glad she’s partial to my baby. Some fairies from Rafika’s hollow were prejudiced against half fairies.”

AURORA

“You are so many wonderful things.”

It was a very good thing Reza had turned away from her, because her reaction to that quiet, simple statement was, frankly, embarrassing. She stared after him, mouth hanging slightly open as his words echoed again and again in her head. Her heart lept in her chest, a warmth spreading to her toes and fingers that smothered the fear and uncertainty that had been rising in her since her realization earlier. At her temples, flowers burst into bloom; a crown of affection and warmth and a feeling she wouldn’t name woven through her curls for only her and Reza to see.

That simple statement made her glow, as did the soft, shy smile that curled her lips in reply.

It felt like the world should have stopped, should have let her process the feelings a few words from her Master had stirred in her, but life continued at the same pace as before and Aurora was left to blink at him as he continued to speak. “Oh,” she said, voice soft. “Yeah, of course. If you think it would be best.” Normally Aurora might have protested a little more, would have insisted he was welcome to stay, that it would be an honor to have him and Sabiha as their guests, but she didn’t need to be able to see reagents to know her family’s home made him uncomfortable.

Did that make her sad? Yes. She wanted him and his daughter to find as much comfort in her home as she found in his, but she could acknowledge that it was… a lot.

Aurora drew closer as the conversation shifted to her aunt, arms still wrapped around herself as she came to stand by Reza’s side. Not too close, not in his space, but enough so they didn’t have to raise their voices and risk being overheard. “My aunt is being difficult in the extreme, but she wouldn’t say no to a fairy without a Hollow,” she admitted, still annoyed with Verna. “And it’s not like the others care. Hell, they let me hang around and I don’t have any fairy blood at all.”

She glanced up at Reza before looking back at Sabiha. “... It’s not the same as a Hollow in Tunisia, but if she ever needs it, they’ll open their arms to her,” she offered quietly. “My aunts will vouch for her and so will I. Just… if she needs it.” Aurora couldn’t drag Sabiha’s mother back to her sense by the ear, but she could try and make sure that no part of Sabiha’s heritage was denied to her. Even if all she had to offer was a watered-down version. “No pressure. None of us will be upset if you don’t take that up. I know it’s not the same.”

REZA

Aurora’s kind offer warmed Reza’s heart - while at the same time, it stung. It reminded him of how Rafika had left Sabiha, how Reza couldn’t give her a connection to that part of herself. It was by sheer luck his first apprentice since Tunisia was a woman partially raised by fairies.

Without Aurora, what would he do about that? No, really. He hadn’t exactly befriended any of the fairies around Swynlake. Aurora’s aunties were the first fairies Sabiha’s met since leaving home. It must have been so nice to meet them. He felt bad for being so adamant he and Sabiha stay in a hotel, but...it was for the best.

Reza and Sabiha needed to talk, anyway. He wanted to check in with her about how she was feeling about her mother, after meeting new fairies.

His anger at Rafika came back to him like an overdue boomerang, and he hated it. He was here for Rory, not to feel red hot rage at his baby mama. The sorcerer took a deep, measured breath, and turned to Rory with a thin smile.

(If he showed how happy he was on his face, he’d...honestly, probably cry. But she could tell. She was a sorceress, after all.)

“That’s the kindest thing anybody has ever offered me, Aurora.” Reza said. “Really. A chance to provide my daughter with a link to her heritage that I can’t myself? I’d owe you - and your aunties - forever.”

“I can teach her how to be Tunisian, Muslim, a good person, and a sorcerer. But I can’t teach her how to use her water talent fairy magic.”

AURORA

There was a flash of anger in Reza that scared Aurora, made her think she had overstepped her boundaries. But it was overshadowed by his happiness and Aurora could feel her own building up in her chest in reply. She smiled up at him, cheeks flushed.

“You wouldn’t owe us anything, it’s the least we can do,” she promised him. Aurora looked out to where Sabiha stood in the stream, giggling in delight. “She deserves everything,” Aurora said softly, clasping her hands together so she didn’t give in to the urge to reach out to him. She wanted to hold his hand, to rest her head against his shoulder as they watched his daughter play and laugh. It was nice to know that even as Aurora’s world got turned inside out, there was still plenty of joy to be found in the world.

“She’s a lucky girl, Hollow or not,” Aurora told him. “You’re a wonderful father. She’s going to be just fine.”

REZA

Reza’s eyes were glued to Sabiha. Y’allah, he loved her so much, she was the best thing that could ever have happened to him. Aurora was right. Sabiha deserved the world, but Reza couldn’t do that for her. He had his limits - financially, and, in his knowledge of what it was to be a fairy.

“Wonderful? I wouldn’t go that far. Sabiha at least shouldn’t grow up traumatized because of my parenting, so I’m okay with ‘decent.’ She deserves much more than what I’ve been able to do for her.” He smiled sadly as he watched Sabiha give a big yawn in the stream.

“Aw,” Reza pressed a hand to his chest and laughed. “She’s getting sleepy.”

They should go soon, leave Rory and her parents to talk. (Get him out of his far too large house, that just reminded him of some of the people he had to work for in Tunisia to help support his sisters after his mother left, or support Sabiha.)

“I just want her to stay small and cute forever.”

AURORA

Aurora saw Sabiha yawn too and giggled, covering her grin. Carabosse and her curse felt so far away in that moment, and Aurora understood all too well how Reza felt. She wanted to stay in that quiet, peaceful moment forever.

But time wouldn’t stop for them; Sabiha would grow up, Carabosse would come back for her debt. But there would be another spot of light, another moment like this. Aurora just had to make it from one to the next.

“Take a picture then,” Aurora teased, bumping her hip against Reza’s before leaning down to take off her shoes. She easily made her way down onto the lawn, approaching the fairies with a bright smile as she stepped into the stream with them. They welcomed her gladly, Sabiha throwing herself against Aurora’s legs as the older woman laughed. It wasn’t long before they were splashing each other, Aurora not caring if she got wet or not as she helped to tire the little girl out.

Letting herself exist in younger Aurora’s skin for a few stolen moments before the world came back for her and she had to face it all with her blinders gone.

#c: reza kasraoui muller #t: rolling hills and big reveals #;;war and peace #//everyone pretend this isn't several months late #tw: death mention #tw: blood mention #tw: panic attack #//the death and blood mentions are in passing but Aurora does recount an awful nightmare and has a panic attack

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yoosmekihyun · 7 years ago

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Good Boys Get Rewarded

Summary: The car accident seemed like a bad stroke of luck until you have to make arrangements with the other driver...

Pairing: I.M x Reader, appearances from Jooheon, Kihyun, and Hyungwon

Genre: Slight Angst, Smut

Word Count: 11,814

Warning: rough sex, femdom, sexual themes, edging, language, slight exhibitionism and voyeurism, oral sex

A/N: Rough play should always involve safewords for the comfort and safety of all parties involved.

Y/F/N = your friend’s name

"Please, please, please..." you whispered turning the key praying to any god who would listen in hopes your car would start this morning. Tomorrow your baby sister was graduating college and you still needed to find the right gift for her.

As your Honda Civic whined to life after a couple attempts to get the engine to turn over, you breathed a sigh of relief. Buckling your seat belt, you put the car in gear and slowly pulled out of your apartment complex parking lot. There were a few places you wanted to check in hopes they would have SOMETHING that your sister would love.

Heading towards the major shopping district of your city, you slowed to a stop at a red light. With your blinker on to turn right, you were waiting for the light turned green since this intersection was notorious for accidents. The city had finally posted a "No Right On Red" sign in an attempt to curb this issue.

Drumming your fingers on your steering wheel, you were thinking about the day ahead and everything you needed to complete to be available to your sister and family the following day. Deep in thought, the light still red, you were suddenly slammed against your steering wheel and pushed forward a few feet. Since your car was so old, it did not have air bags so the hit to the steering wheel knocked the wind out of you and made your eyes start to tear from the pain.

After a minute or so, you were able to get your bearings and realize that you were okay and nothing appeared to be broken. You were going to be sore the next few days but avoiding multiple trips to the doctor would save your bank account a hit you couldn't afford. Gingerly opening the car door, you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car. The sight of your trunk crumpled in and your bumper barely hanging on nearly had you bursting into actual tears of anguish and anxiety.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, what am I going to do?" you said to yourself softly walking around the back of the car to see the extent of the damage.

You noticed the other driver finally exited his car, a newer looking SUV, with his phone in his hand. He seemed completely preoccupied with whatever he was looking at; he still had not looked at or spoken to you. This behavior on top of your totaled car (you didn't need a mechanic to tell you it would cost more than it was worth to fix it) lit a rage-fire in your chest.

"Um, EXCUSE ME douchebag, you fucking rear-ended me and you can't even be bothered to look up from your phone to see if I'm okay? What the fuck?!"

At your name calling and swearing, the offending driving looked up and scowled at you. "I'm texting my boss to let him know I'm going to be late since SOMEONE didn't turn when they had the right of way!"

"Do you even know how to read, asshole?! Do you not see that 'No Right On Red' sign? The light was red, fucker!"

At this information his face fell, "Oh..."

"Oh? All you have to say about totaling my car is 'oh'?!"

"Well, I'm not fighting you on it anymore, what the hell do you want from me?!"

Raking your hands through your hair, you pulled and made a noise of frustration as you looked at him with disdain. "First of all, I would like to see your insurance card and your license so I can take down your information. Second, I would like us to call the police so we can file a police report. Finally, I would like a FUCKING APOLOGY."

At the mention of insurance and the police report, the other driver's face quickly turned white and and his eyes widened. "Can we please leave the police and my insurance out of this? I'll pay to have your car fixed out of my own pocket. I'm so, so sorry I hit you. Please, let's just handle this matter privately. Please?"

His quick change in demeanor and his apparent fear of reporting the incident had you immediately suspicious. Without answering his question you asked "Why don't you want to report this? Why the hell would you want to pay yourself when you don't even know how much it will cost to repair? Do you have a warrant out or something? Do you even have insurance?"

Rubbing his eyes and sighing, he explained, "I have insurance but it's astronomical. I'm one point away from losing my license and another accident on my insurance record and no one will cover me. I have to drive so I can work and be available to help my family since this city has horrible public transit. I don't know what I'll do if my license is taken or if I lose my insurance. Please, I would really appreciate it if we could come to an understanding."

His pleading and explanation deflated your anger. You weren't happy with the fact that his driving record was so poor and he was still on the road. However, you understood what it was like to have people need you and to be stuck without a car. The days your car refused to sputter to life, you had to promise favors and beg someone to take you to work. If you couldn't find someone, you had to take personal leave and your boss did not like that.

"Look, I get where you're coming from. But this car can't be totaled. I need it fixed because I can't afford a new one right now. If I agree to do this, you need to understand that you can't just pay me the value of it and be done with me. It's probably going to take a few days to fix, minimum. What do you suggest I do while it's getting fixed? Because normally I would get a rental at the expense of your insurance."

Furrowing his brow, the other driver thought for a moment. "Well, where do you live and work? Maybe I can just come and pick you up and take you home each day? What are your normal hours?"

Surprised at his suggestion you thought about it for a moment. It would be an easy solution for you, but only if he kept his end of the bargain. He clearly was a poor driver. Were you okay being in a car with someone who seemed to have a proclivity for accidents?

"Let me think about this for a minute. Let me at least see your license so I can have that information. I also need your number if I decide to accept your suggestion."

Without any argument he pulled out his wallet and his license for you. You took a picture of his license to save for your records and handed it back to him. Pulling up the contacts app, you typed out his name and handed him your phone so he could input his number. He did so without a word, still looking incredibly worried.

"Before I tell you what I've decided, Im Changkyun, I have to ask. What were you doing that had you so distracted that you didn't see that I was fully stopped at the light?"

His ears quickly turned bright red and he looked down at his shoes. Changkyun took a deep breath and quickly said, "My friend is working on a mixtape and he gave me the latest update. I had it on in the car and was in the middle of a voice note about one of the songs when I hit you."

Folding your arms you could feel yourself getting angry again. "Seriously? Dicking with your phone was more important than watching the road? Don't you know this is always a heavy traffic area? You can't do shit like that!"

"Look, please stop lecturing me. I'm going to have to literally and figuratively pay for this mistake. Are you going to call the police and my insurance? Or are we going to take care of this between us?"

The sad eyes he was giving you hit you in your core in a way you weren’t expecting. He was just the type you usually pursued when you felt inclined to have a new toy. You gave him a hard look and considered your options. You could do everything the official route and potentially never see Im Changkyun again. There was a chance they would force you to total your car and then you would be royally fucked. On the other hand, if you took care of this "off the books" then you would get to see Changkyun often until your car was fixed. His behavior and bad judgement was making you itch to punish him even though you just met. Ultimately, the most important part of this decision was the resolution of your car. He was promising to have it fixed rather than totaled out and promising to take you back and forth to work until the job was done. You chose the best course of action.

"Okay, Changkyun, here are my terms. I will allow you to take care of paying for the damages without involving any authorities. You will take me to work and bring me home every day until the car is fixed. Depending on how long the mechanic says it will be, you will also take me to run any necessary errands. The grocery store and things like that. However, I don't know you. So we're going to draft up a quick and informal contract stating the agreement. You need to call a friend and I will do the same so they can act as witnesses as we sign it. This way I have legal recourse in the event you don't pay to fix my car or take me to work."

"Wait a second, why do we need a contract? Why can't we just deal with it moving forward from right now? Isn't my word as a verbal contract good enough?"

"Not for me it isn't. The fact that you are in this situation to begin with puts me at an automatic disadvantage. If you decide to stop paying or stop taking me to work, I'm fucked. This way, I have a way to keep you accountable. I don't know you so I don't trust you. Considering we've just met and the circumstances can you really blame me for protecting myself when we're essentially talking about my livelihood at risk?"

Grumbling and frowning Changkyun replied, "I guess not."

"Good. I'm glad we're in agreement. Now call your friend." Your authoritative tone implied you would not ask twice and you expected him to obey immediately.

"We're doing this now?"

Looking stern and annoyed you replied, "Of course we're doing it now, baby boy. You also need to call a tow truck and get my car towed to my mechanic. We're not leaving my wrecked car here on a busy street."

Changkyun's scowl turned to confusion as he thought he heard you refer to him as "baby boy." He assumed he misheard and started making his necessary calls.

You turned your back to Changkyun and a wicked grin spread on your face as you called a friend and hoped she would be available. Y/F/N answered on the second ring and you quickly told her what happened.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? I think you should at least get checked out since you don’t have airbags in that death trap!”

Smiling you replied in a soothing voice to calm her concern. “I’m okay, I promise. I just really need you to meet up with me. I need to take care of a couple things here and I need a witness. Are you available right now?”

“Of course! I’m actually close by. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Once you hung up, you turned back to Changkyun who was also hanging up his cell. Before you began to ask he started to give you the information you needed. “My friend Jooheon is on his way right now. He’s about ten minutes out. The tow truck is going to be a bit longer but we can work on the contract while we wait for that, right?”

“How much longer?”

“About 30 minutes.”

“That’s fine. We need to sort out when you’ll be picking me up and taking me home. We can do that while we wait for our witnesses.”

Nodding in agreement, Changkyun walked to the back of his SUV and opened the hatch. He rummaged around and quickly found a notebook and pen. He handed it to you without a word and you both began to work out the details of your schedules and then sketching out the contract.

You were nearly done writing out the agreement when your friend showed up. She hugged you quickly and gave Changkyun a dirty look.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you're okay!"

Turning back to Changkyun she added, "You're really lucky Y/N is willing to do this. Not many people would. Don't you dare screw her over on this."

At this moment, Changkyun's friend walked up behind him and asked, "Is everything all right?"

Looking relieved, he gave his friend a pat on the back and turned to you and said, "This is my friend Jooheon. He's going to be my witness for this."

Jooheon smiled at you and your friend. Y/F/N scowled at him and you gave him a slow once over. He was...interesting. His dimples and eye smile made him look sweet and innocent. However, his hair was coiffed back from his forehead and his tight, black, ripped skinny jeans hid very little of his thick muscular thighs. Thinking you could potentially test both Jooheon and Changkyun for a later playdate you replied.

"Jooheon? Are you the one with the mixtape?"

Blushing but looking pleased he replied, "Yeah, that's me! Did Changkyun play some of it for you while you were waiting?"

"No. So, Mixtape, it sounds like you might have been part of why the accident happened in the first place. Next time, please make sure your friends don't try to multitask while giving you feedback. Now, we need to get this done. I'm satisfied with what we have here. Are you good to sign this Changkyun?"

Both Jooheon and Changkyun were shocked by your tone and implication. Your friend, on the other hand, had seen you work like this before. She raised her eyebrows at both of them and did her best to keep her smirk to herself. They don't even know what they've gotten themselves into, Y/F/N thought.

True to his word and contract, Changkyun picked you up and took you home every day while your car was getting worked on. Your mechanic texted you daily updates about the progress so you could keep Changkyun informed about the time and cost of your arrangement. You continued to observe him each day to get a better sense of what kind of man he was and what he may be interested in.

One day he picked you up with a backseat full of groceries and party balloons. When you asked about it he replied, "It's my grandmother's 75th birthday tomorrow and my mother asked that I pick up some things for the surprise party for her."

A few days later, you got into his car and noticed gum in his hair, juice stains on his shirt, and childrens toys in the backseat.

"Do you have kids or something?"

"No, I was babysitting my niece and nephew for my sister so she could take care of several errands today. It was fun spending time with them."

"You know you have gum in your hair, right?"

"Yeah, it's not the first time." You laughed at his resigned tone.

"So you've figured out the best way to get it out?"

"Honestly, I need a haircut anyways. I'm just going to go to my barber and get it cut out."

Just as you were beginning to soften towards him and think maybe he was too sweet and caring to be one of your toys, you overheard one of his phone calls.

Walking out of your office building after a long day of meetings and month end reports, you saw Changkyun parked on the street in front of the building. He was leaning on his car, on his phone, and hadn't spotted you yet.

"Aw, baby girl, don't be that way! I can still come by after. I know you miss me."

You paused just within earshot and began eavesdropping. Changkyun was angled in such a way that he wouldn't be able to see you approach.

"You can call me all the names you want, sweet thing, but that doesn't change the fact that you love it when my face is between your legs. So am I coming over later or not?"

Changkyun straightened up and you could see the grin from where you were standing. "Okay, dollface, I'll be over around 11."

He hung up the phone, grin still huge on his face, and turned to see you staring at him with your arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"What?"

"Nothing, sweet thing, are you ready to go? Or do you have more calls to make? You know there's no way I'm letting you use your phone while you're driving me."

At this, Changkyun smirked, "Jealous, sweetheart?"

With a roll of your eyes you replied, "You couldn't handle me, baby boy."

Changkyun's smirk dropped and his eyes grew wide at your response as he watched you walk to the car, open the door, and get in. You looked at him pointedly, looked at your watch, and looked back at him. He shook himself and got into the driver's side. He glanced over at you while he inserted his key into the ignition and started the car.

You could tell he was used to women falling for his pet names and smiles and may have never had someone brush him off in such a way. He seemed slightly rattled. As he put the car into gear and merged into traffic you turned to him and said, "Mario called me a little bit ago and said that my car was done and it's ready to be picked up. Are you going to be okay paying for it today?"

"Yeah, you've kept me updated on the cost, I know what to expect. Thanks for that by the way."

"Of course. So can we go get it instead of taking me home? That way you don't have to chauffeur me around anymore."

You watched Changkyun's face as he frowned slightly and responded, "Yeah we can go head and get it if that's what you want."

"Thank you," you replied and turned to look out the window.

"Does this mean I won't get to see you anymore?"

You turned back to him with a small smile and asked, "Do you want to keep seeing me? Aren't you tired of hauling me around?"

"It hasn't been that bad," he said quietly. "I wouldn't mind seeing you for drinks or dinner sometime."

"What about baby girl that you have some kind of arrangement with?"

Changkyun flinched at your question though you asked it with no malice. You just wanted to know what he would say about it.

"We have an...arrangement. We don't date though. It's just mutually beneficial."

"Ah, I see. Are you saying you want to date me? Or do you just want another 'mutually beneficial' relationship?"

He looked quickly at you as you sat demurely with your hands in your lap waiting for his answer.

"Honestly, I don't really know. I just know I want to keep seeing you."

You looked at him thoughtfully. "Thank you for replying honestly. Why don't we do this--let's see if we meet up organically and if you end up missing me as much as you seem to think you will, you have my number."

"So, you don't want me to take you on a date?"

"I want to see what will happen naturally. That may be us bumping into each other or it may be one of us calling the other."

"You're a strange woman."

"Baby boy, you don't even know the half of it."

The next night, you and Y/F/N go out to celebrate the return of your car. You appreciated the lengths Changkyun went to in order to make sure you got to and from work, but you were not used to relying on others. Having your car back made it feel like one of your limbs had returned.

Getting waived in by the bouncer, you both walk in and head to the bar. Feeling particularly flirty, you had opted for your favorite deep purple, short halter dress that felt a little flowey and brushed just below mid-thigh. Y/F/N was in tailored dress shorts and lace tank top. Both of you had opted for your "fuck me" heels that made your legs look long and gorgeous.

Waiving at the bartender you saw your favorite was working tonight. Tall with dark hair and lips made for begging between your legs, you sighed. He saw you both and began making your drinks without heading to you. You and Y/F/N had been in enough and tipped well enough that he didn't need to ask what you wanted. It was always the same for you both when he was working--top shelf (of course) gin and tonic for you and an old fashioned for Y/F/N. He brought both drinks over and you pulled out your credit card and handed it to him.

"Thanks, Hyungwon. Can you open a tab for us?"

"Of course, Y/N. The first one is on me though."

"You're too good to me! When are you going to realize you're madly in love with me so we can ride off into the sunset together?"

He leaned on the counter and whispered in your ear, "Oh Y/N, you know I can't handle a woman like you. You want me on my knees too much."

Laughing you pulled back and lightly smacked his arm, "This is true. Thank you for the drink, doll. Will you keep them coming? We're going to grab a table for now."

Smiling widely at you both he nodded as you turned and walked away.

During your flirtatious interaction with Hyungwon, Changkyun walked in the door and paused when he spotted you. He wanted to order a drink but he was surprised to see you again so soon. His eyes narrowed as he watched Hyungwon lean in to whisper in your ear and you laugh at whatever he said to you.

As you walked away with your friend and drinks, Changkyun quickly walked up to the bar and grabbed Hyungwon's wrist as he turned away to get back to work. This caused him to jerk his arm away as he turned to glare at the offender but as he saw it was his friend, Hyungwon relaxed.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"How do you know, Y/N?"

"What? Why?"

"Just...how do you know her?"

Looking at Changkyun with surprise he answered, "We had a one night thing a while back. The chemistry is amazing but we're not really...compatible."

"What do you mean you're not compatible? You said there was chemistry."

"Why are you asking this, dude? What's your angle? Who is Y/N to you?"

Sighing, Changkyun raked his hands through his carefully styled hair and responded, "She's the one I've had to drive around the last couple weeks because I totaled her car. We picked it up from her mechanic yesterday so I didn't know if I would ever get to see her again."

Hyungwon smirked at Changkyun as he realized what was happening. Changkyun was not one to fall for anyone but he was smitten with Y/N and was acting like a jealous boyfriend. "Is something else going on there?"

"No...well, not yet? I don't know. I asked her on a date and she gave some answer about seeing what happens naturally. And she kept calling me baby boy. I'm so confused."

Changkyun dropped his head in his hands and Hyungwon patted his shoulder as his grin got wider.

"You know why she keeps calling you that, right?"

"Not really. I just figured it was a quirk or something."

Shaking his head Hyungwon replied, "Oh man, you are in for it. She's calling you that because she's a dom. She's been testing you."

"What do you mean she's a dom?"

"Oh my god, how do you not know this?? She's a dominant in the bedroom. That's why she and I aren't compatible. We both love control and aren't willing to give it up. It was the hottest power play sex I've ever had but it's not what she really wants. She was testing to see if you were a sub."

"...I've never had a woman who wanted to take control. They always say they want me to."

"Do you think you might be a sub? Do you like being in control? She's very...physical...with what she likes to do."

"Well, I've never tried being a sub but for a chance with her..." Changkyun looked over his shoulder to see you and Y/F/N talking animatedly. "I think I would at least try anything she's into in order to get a chance with her."

"Are you sure you mean anything?"

"Why are you asking like that? What kind of shit can she honestly be into?"

"How do you feel about being hit in the face? Or edged to the point you think you might cry? Or choking?"

"She would hit me in the face?"

"I told you, she's a dom and she likes to play rough. Think about it before you do anything. I didn't realize the extent of what she likes and ended up using my safeword."

"You had a safeword for one night with her?"

"Anytime there's going to be rough play, you should have a safeword. Whether it's someone you've been with for 20 years or a new hookup."

"All right, all right, I hear you. I'll make sure I consider all of that first."

"That's all I ask, man. Kihyun's here now, talk about it with him, if you want. I'll grab your drinks."

Changkyun's friend and regular wingman, Kihyun, sat next to him at the bar. Kihyun had recently dyed his hair pink and was already attracting attention from a couple women at the bar in his fitted black button up and snug dark gray slacks. He smirked at the women ogling him and turned to his friend who appeared to be having an existential crisis.

"Changkyun, are you okay? Why aren't you talking to anyone?"

Hyungwon set their drinks down in front of them and answered Kihyun for Changkyun, "He's trying to decide if he thinks he can be a sub for that hot little number in the purple dress over there."

Kihyun looked where Hyungwon was pointing and whistled low. "Isn't that the hook-up where she was rougher than you expected?"

"Yeah, and I gave Changkyun a head's up about it. Apparently, it was her car that he hit and he's developed a little crush on her."

At Hyungwon's comment, Changkyun lifted his head and glared at his friend. Hyungwon was grinning and pushed his drink forward. "Drink up, my friend. You'll need it if you decide you want to take her home."

Kihyun was busy observing you and your friend while sipping his drink. He turned back to Changkyun. "You know, her friend is pretty cute. Do you want to do this? We both might score tonight."

Biting his lip, Changkyun looked back at you. The idea of trying some new things, albeit a little scary, seemed exciting if it was with you. He had been with his share of women but something was always missing. He tossed back his entire drink and turned back to Hyungwon, "Okay, I'm going for it. I just need another. Can you have their drinks refilled in about 5 minutes or so?"

Grinning broadly, Hyungwon nodded and replied,"Good luck, my friend."

Changkyun turned back to Kihyun and asked, "You sure you're okay with this? If her friend doesn't like you..."

"If she doesn't like me...who do you think you're talking to, Changkyun?"

You and Y/F/N found seats within eye sight of the bar and made yourselves comfortable. Y/F/N looked at you and you already knew what she wanted to know.

"Look, it didn't work out, okay? We're just not sexually compatible."

"How is that possible? His lips alone...my god."

"I know, they taste even better than they look but it just doesn't work. He's not a sub or a switch so it was mainly power play which is...okay...but not what I really wanted."

Y/F/N began laughing, "Oh, I know that's not what you really want."

You eyed your friend up and down, taking in her exposed, smooth legs and slightly exposed cleavage and licked your lips. "I know you know what I like."

Leaning back to allow your eyes to linger on her Y/F/N responded, "Yes I do know. I actually really miss it and I think about starting up our former arrangement again. But I'm afraid it'll press our luck to test our friendship that way twice."

You sighed, leaned back, and crossed your legs. "You're probably right. I'm too interested in dick lately anyways."

Y/F/N threw her head back and began laughing. "You seemed a bit preoccupied lately. Did your baby boy give you any problems?"

"Well, he followed through on his agreement, if that's what you mean."

"You know that's not what I mean."

"He was a perfect gentleman. The last day I overheard him making arrangements with a girlfriend or fuck buddy or whatever and that was the only time he even presented any problems."

Disappointed, Y/F/N took a sip of her nearly empty drink. "That's it? There was no punishment or car sex or anything? I knew the second you called him ‘baby boy’ he was in your sights so I'm kind of surprised."

"Well, he asked me on a date yesterday before we picked up my car."

"He what? Does he not realize you don't do that?"

"He just said he wants to see me again but doesn't know in what context. We never discussed our dating lives so I just told him we would see how things happen."

"Y/N. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Giving your friend a stern look you reply, "What the fuck do you think it means? Are you trying to get a punishment now?"

Y/F/N shuddered slightly at the thought and responded, "As fun as that would be right here, I'm actually not. Did you seriously not let that hot piece take you out, ply you with drinks, and then take him back to your place to fuck his brains out? You could be getting laid right now! What the hell!!"

"If he wants it, he'll have to call me."

Looking over your shoulder, Y/F/N gave a sly grin, "Maybe. Or maybe he won't have to."

"What the hell are you grinning about? You're not making any sense now."

At that moment, you heard a deep and familiar voice say, "Funny how quickly things can happen naturally. Looks like the universe wants us to spend more time together after all."

You slowly turned around, looked up, and took in Changkyun's appearance. Wearing tight dress pants that hugged his legs just right with a red silk button down shirt and his hair styled off of his forehead, you could have begun drooling on the spot if you had more drinks in you at this point. You were able to keep your composure and replied, "Fancy meeting you here, baby boy. Who's your pretty friend?"

Changkyun smirked at your nickname for Kihyun, knowing he hated being called 'pretty' and replied, "This is Kihyun. He and I have been friends for ages. This is Y/F/N, right? She was your witness the day of the accident?"

Slightly surprised he remembered, you nodded and said, "Yes, this is one of my closest friends, Y/F/N." As you confirmed the introduction, you reached over to your friend and lightly ran your hand down her arm to test Changkyun's interest. You felt your friend shiver slightly at your touch and you smirked to yourself. Watching Changkyun, he glanced slightly to Y/F/N when you said her name and his eyes quickly landed back on you. You did notice Kihyun take in Y/F/N's appearance and, knowing how much she liked a pretty face, thought Changkyun's choice of a wingman was an inspired one.

You turn to Kihyun and said, "It's nice to meet you. I think I'm just going to call you pretty boy though. You have lovely cheekbones."

At your remark you saw Kihyun scowl slightly but he didn't respond. You could tell he didn't like your nickname for him but, since he wasn't the one you were interested in sleeping with, it didn't matter to you anyways. His dominance was practically rolling off of him and you knew trying to hook up with him would end up with another unsatisfying experience. However, he was just Y/F/N's type so it was likely she would have fun tonight. The ultimate question was, would you?

Turning your attention back to Changkyun, you ask, "So, what brings you here this evening? Did you miss me that much already?"

"I actually have missed you already. Kihyun and I had planned to meet here tonight anyways. Hyungwon is a friend of ours and we like to come on nights he's working if we can."

Your eyebrows raise at his brazen confession and the fact that he knew Hyungwon as well. Did he also know about you and Hyungwon? As far as you knew, he didn't kiss and tell but you never really knew what guys like to talk about. You practically told Y/F/N everything about your sexual exploits which is how she ended up as one of your playthings for a while before you decided to put your friendship first.

"Hm. Well, you can join us if you would like or if you have other things to attend to, we wish you a good evening."

After his conversation with Hyungwon and Kihyun, Changkyun decided he was going to make you his mission this evening and see what would happen.

"We would love to join you."

After they sat down, you made sure Y/F/N and Kihyun seemed to hit off their conversation before turning back to Changkyun. You knew if she needed an out, Y/F/N would fake a headache so you two could leave together quickly.

"Where's your other friend from the accident? Mixtape?"

Chuckling, Changkyun replied, "He's at home, locked in his room with some headphones, working on more beats. He completely loses time in there. I asked him to come and he just grunted and waved me off."

"It's nice to be passionate about something. What are you passionate about? I don't believe you ever really told me."

Licking his lips suggestively, he cocked his head and replied, "I love trying new things."

Ready to curse or thank Hyungwon and his big mouth, you said, "Oh really? What kind of things are you referring to?"

At that moment, fresh drinks were brought to your table and you realized either Hyungwon or Changkyun had been watching you and Y/F/N long enough to know you were getting low. You turned to look at the bar and caught eyes with Hyungwon. He grinned and winked at you before turning to the next patron. That mother fucker, you thought.

"Thank you for the fresh drink, Changkyun."

You managed to catch the slightly surprised look on his face before he masked it with a smile, "You're welcome, Y/N."

After taking a sip of your new drink you leaned forward in your chair so you could speak more quietly with Changkyun. You also made sure the skirt of your dress hiked up slightly showing a bit more leg within his line of sight. "Now, baby boy, you were about to tell me the new things you like to try."

Changkyun gulped at your adjusted posture and change in tone and you watched his adam's apple bob. You gave yourself an internal pat on the back for starting to get him riled up so early. "Well, I really like it when my friends expose me to new things."

"Oh, you do?"

"Mmhmm"

"Let's clear up something right here, baby boy. If we're going to have a conversation, you must use your words."

Changkyun nodded at this and you sternly replied, "What did I just tell you?"

"Oh, um, yes. I'm sorry, you make me nervous sometimes."

You purred slightly at his revelation to you. "I make you nervous? Why is that?"

"You're lovely and clearly a very strong woman." Changkyun looked down and looked back up at you through his eyelashes. "I think you could teach me a lot of new things."

Smirking you replied, "What kind of things do you think I could teach you. Now, be honest baby boy."

Changkyun was surprised your conversation had escalated to this point so quickly. He wondered if he should be honest and tell you what Hyungwon told him or continue to play coy. Well, what do I really have to lose?

He cleared his throat and began, "Well, in general, I like being around you. You keep me on my toes and you're very observant. And I like listening to you talk, your voice is very nice. But, um, I saw you talking with Hyungwon when I came in..."

Your eyebrows shot up at this statement. Was he watching the entire time you had been in the bar? You said nothing and waited for him to continue.

Changkyun noticed your surprise but you didn't interrupt him and so he continued. "When you left the bar, I asked Hyungwon how he knew you and he briefly mentioned your...um...previous tryst. He also mentioned how you like being in charge?"

"Are you asking me a question baby boy? Or are you telling me about the conversation with Hyungwon?"

"Well, both, I think. He mentioned it and I'm asking if you would confirm if he was being honest."

Approving of his clarification you cautiously gave your answer, "Well, it's more than being in charge, sweetheart. I like being in complete control. I like my partner to do what I say without question or complaint. I'm not often gentle and I need my partners to understand that. Because of this, there are often safewords involved. Let me ask you a question, baby boy. Are you wanting to 'learn' how to be a sub for me?"

You watched Changkyun through your answer and you could see the tips of his ears turn red and he appeared to be sweating a little bit. He was listening and considering your words but it was clear that something that you said had aroused him. His tight pants hid very little of his growing erection and his pupils were blown out. You smiled at him while you waited for his response.

He gulped again and replied with two, short words: "God, yes."

"All right then. You understand what is likely to happen if you're with me? Hitting, choking, edging, bondage, things like that?"

He nodded and with a slight desperation he didn't realize he had said, "I'm ready to learn from you. Please teach me."

His desperate plea hit you in your core and you needed to leave with him immediately.

"Do you want to leave now, baby boy?"

Nodding quickly you sharply said, "Baby boy, what did I tell you about using your words? You're going to be punished when we get back to your place."

"I'm sorry. Yes, can we leave now, please?"

Throwing back the rest of your drink you turned to Y/F/N to make sure she would be all right if you left. You found her sitting in Kihyun's lap with his hand stroking her inner thigh while he kissed her neck. Her eyes were closed and she looked completely blissed out.

"Ahem, Y/F/N." She opened one eye and looked at you.

"Mmmmm, yes?"

"I'm leaving with Changkyun. Are you good?"

"I'm soooo good, Y/N. See you later." With that Y/F/N turned and began whispering in Kihyun's ear as she winked at you. You noticed his brief nod so you knew the two of them would be leaving soon as well."

You grabbed Changkyun's hand and headed to the door. Once outside, he tugged your hand slightly in the direction of his car. Before he could open the passenger door, you shifted your weight and pushed his back against the car. Grabbing his collar, you saw the surprise register on his face as you yanked his face down to yours. The kiss was a little messy because of Changkyun's surprise but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and tilted your head back to deepen the kiss. As soon as he attempted to take control, you stepped back and pushed him off of you.

"Let's go. Your place. Now."

Standing on the sidewalk, looking slightly disheveled and confused, he opened the passenger door for you. You slid inside and checked your makeup in the visor mirror. Changkyun got into the driver's side and before he could get the car in gear you turned to him and said, "Now baby boy, we need to get there in one piece so be careful. You're already getting a punishment for not using your words properly. If we get in an accident on the way to your apartment, I won't touch you for at least a week."

He looked at you with a slightly horrified look on his face as he nodded and attempted to adjust himself.

Making a noise in the back of your throat, you fully switched into your femdom personality that you reserved only for those who agreed to play. "Baby boy. Words!" you barked, "And who said you could touch yourself?"

"I'm so sorry, I understand. I'll get us there quickly and safely."

"That's better."

As soon as Changkyun unlocked the door, you pushed him inside his apartment and kicked the door shut. Grabbing your hand, he tried to pull you towards a door that you presumed to be his bedroom, but you dug your feet in by the couch as he tugged on your arm.

“Don’t you want privacy? Jooheon is still here.”

“You said he was busy, baby boy. Sit. Now.”

He hesitated and looked towards a closed door and back at you.

“Did I stutter? I said SIT.”

At your tone, Changkyun sat immediately and began to nervously run his hands on his legs as you examined him. “So...um...what would you like to do?”

Slowly grinning, you looked at him. “Oh, sweetheart. Why would I spoil the surprise?”

Looking nervous, you could tell Changkyun had no idea what to think or do. Dialing things down for a moment, sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of the couch. “Okay, hun, you don’t need to be scared. Before we get going though, we need safewords. We’re probably going to get rough and if you don’t like it you have to tell me. I want everything we do to be mutually enjoyable. It’s only fun for me if it’s fun for you too. So, my safeword is Honda.”

Changkyun began laughing, “Honda? Like you’re car?”

“Yes. My car is not exactly sexy so it helps me dial down when I need to. Now, what’s yours?”

Thinking, he replied, “Well, I’ve never had to have a safeword before. Do you think balloons would be good?”

“Do you think you’ll be shouting ‘balloons’ at me in any other context while we’re playing?”

Laughing, he responded, “I really doubt it.”

“Great. Now, there’s a chance you may not be able to speak at some point. If you need to stop, but you can’t speak for any reason, tap my thigh or anywhere you can reach three times in quick succession.”

“What do you mean, I may not be able to speak?” Changkyun asked with a tremor of fear in his voice.

Smiling sweetly, you replied, “Oh baby boy, you’ll see. Are you ready? Do you still want to do this?”

With wide eyes, he gulped and then nodded.

You stood, transforming into your fully dominant alter ego and snapped, “Baby boy, I have told you several times you must use your words. Time for your punishment. If you’re a good boy and learn your lesson, we might get to play. If you don’t, well, we won’t be playing until you get it. Don’t forget your safeword.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, good boy. You’re learning already. Now bend over with your ass towards me. I want you to face the back of the couch.”

“Um, what are you going to do?”

“You’ll see. Now, that’s the last question I’m going to answer. Turn over. NOW.”

Scrambling to turn around and get his knees on the couch, Changkyun braced himself on the back of the couch facing the kitchen of the apartment. He realized that if Jooheon decided to come out of his room right now, he would see him with his ass out and...something...happening with you. He began to blush at the thought of getting caught. He was terrified but a small part of him felt a little thrill at the risk of it.

You looked at Changkyun’s cute apple booty waiting for your hands. He really wore the perfect pants for something like this. They were tight enough where it was flattering and made his ass an attention grabber for any girl who liked a man with a bit of an ass. The pants were also a thin enough material where you knew he would feel the sting of your spanks though the fabric. It was far preferable to the jeans you had otherwise seen him in the past couple weeks.

Deciding to keep him guessing for a little bit longer, you lightly ran your hand up and down his spine and you watched him shudder. Grinning to yourself, you gripped his hips and he jerked upwards, clearly afraid of what you were about to do. Running a firmer hand up and down his back, you murmured, “Relax baby boy. I promise you’ll be okay.”

You felt him start to relax under your touch and once you felt he had his guard down again, you pulled your hand back and smacked his ass roughly. You knew it stung him; your hand was stinging. You heard him take a quick inhale in and choke slightly.

“You doing okay there, baby boy? You have more punishment before I’m done.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, you learn so fast sweetheart. Let’s see if you can handle a few more.”

You pulled back and gave Changkyun five quick, sharp spanks. While rubbing and trying to sooth the sting you knew he felt on his ass you asked, “Now, baby boy, did you learn your lesson? Are you going to use your words from now one?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Such a good boy for me. Turn back over and sit down now.”

Without question or complaint, Changkyun did exactly as you commanded. Once he turned over, you saw the large tent his erection was making in his pants and you knew he enjoyed his short punishment far more than you anticipated. After sitting back down, he kept his hand on his thighs and looked to you for further instruction.

You were still fully dressed, heels included, and you decided to put all of this to your advantage. Straddling him on the couch, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and lightly kissed the end of his nose. Changkyun moved his hands to his sides and you could tell he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Do you have any questions for me, baby boy? Anything you want to say?”

“Um, yes, ma’am. Can I touch you? Is that allowed?”

“You are a good boy aren’t you?” you smiled at him sweetly. “Of course you can touch me, baby boy. If you get too rough or try to take over though, that might change. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His hands slide up your thighs and landed gently on your hips. Pleased he took your instruction so well, you raked your hand through his hair again as you gently caressed his face with your other hand. Once you reached the back of his head with your hand, you grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged it back harshly. Watching Changkyun’s reaction, you noticed his breath hitch again and you lowered to kiss him lightly. His eyes fluttered closed and he parted his lips, ready to let you take full control.

You kept your hand fisted in his hair and quickly deepened the kiss, licking and nibbling at his bottom lip. He put up no fight letting you lead and take control of the kiss. You felt his hands grip your hips lightly, the only sign he was actively trying to control himself and fight against the instinct to take over. You pulled away from the kiss and yanked his head to the side and began to nip, kiss, and suck on his neck and collarbone, trying to find his weak spot. When you nipped lightly at the spot where his neck met his collarbone, he groaned. Success.

You proceeded to leave a mark on the spot for him to see in the morning. When you were satisfied, you leaned back to look at Changkyun’s face. He looked like he was completely content and happy with how you just spent your time. You gently ran your hands through his hair again and kissed him while you rolled your hips on the erection you felt nudging your core. He moaned loudly at the feeling and you smiled deviously again as you continued to roll your hips, testing his self-control once again.

You felt his hands grip your hips and attempt to control your speed but before you could correct his actions, you felt him loosen his grip again to allow you to take your time. Clearly, you chose your new toy well.

Leaning to whisper in his ear, you continued to roll your hips. Your panties had been sticking to you since you pushed Changkyun against his car for the first rough kiss and the teasing you were putting him through was not helping your situation. The friction it provided helped relieve some of your tension, though you were sure it was making things...harder...for Changkyun.

“Do you like how it feels when I rub myself on you, baby boy? You like it when my hot, wet, pussy is leaving a spot on your pants? Do you like knowing that the feeling of your cock rubbing against me is making me wetter? Hmmm? Answer me, baby boy.”

Struggling to speak, Changkyun groaned and breathed out a quick response, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes to which part? Be specific my pretty baby.”

“All of it. I love how you feel grinding on me. I love knowing that I’m making you wetter. I hope you stain my pants. I want more. Can I please have more?”

You leaned back to take in his expression. He looked completely fucked and in your control. At this point, you knew he would do almost anything you asked him to do and you relished in the trust, power, and control he was giving you.

Pulling yourself back, you moved your leg so you could sit next to him on the couch. The change in positions caused his eyes to fly open and look at you with a confused expression.

“I need you to strip for me, baby boy. Slowly.”

“...strip?”

“Yes, the way you would want me to strip for you, I want you to do for me,” you clarified with a sly smile.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Changkyun stood and the confidence you saw in the bar was back full force. He toed off his shoes and gave you a smirk. “Ma’am, you said to strip for you the way I would want you to strip for me?”

“Yes, baby boy.”

“Am I allowed to touch you then?”

Considering him for a moment, you made yourself more comfortable on the couch in anticipation of the show you were about to receive. “You can touch me until I tell you to stop. Do you think you can stop if I tell you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, get on with it. You can’t take care of the mess you’ve made of my panties until you get those clothes off.”

At your comment, Changkyun gulped and responded, “Of course, ma’am.”

He quickly took his phone out of his pocket and with a few taps, sensual music was emanating from his phone. He emptied the rest of his pockets and slid his hands up his torso and into his hair as he did a couple of body rolls. You were already pleasantly surprised by how quickly he complied with your command with very little shyness.

He surprised you again by straddling you and rubbing his erection along your torso slowly. He moved his hands to the buttons on his shirt and began to slowly unbutton each one as he kept eye contact with you. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he leaned over and gently stroked your face with one hand and gave you a light kiss. Leaning into your ear he whispered, “Will you help me finish taking my shirt off? I want to please you so much.”

“Of course, baby boy. How could I say no when you ask so sweetly?”

You then placed your hands just above his erection and slid them slowly up his torso, feeling his muscles contract under your touch and his breath stutter when you grazed his nipples. You pushed his shirt off his shoulders and slid your hands down his arms along with the shirt.

“Will you please touch me?”

“You still have clothes on, baby boy. I’ll only touch you when you get your pants off.”

“Can I touch me? Can I show you?”

“You can show me until I tell you to stop. And don’t you dare think you can cum in your pants. Your cum belongs to me.”

At you answer, Changkyun began to rotate his hips and sliding his hands up and down his torso. It was clear to you that he had enjoyed touching himself in this way before and you were enjoying the show he was giving you. You moved your hands to his thighs and slid your hands slowly up and grabbed his ass causing him to jerk slightly in surprise.

“I still see your pants on, sweet boy. I need you to take them off for me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He slid his hands down to his belt buckle and keeping his eyes on you slowly undid his belt and slid it through the belt loops. He dropped the belt and moved quickly to the button on his pants but instead slid his hand down to rub harshly along his cock straining in his pants. His eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of the friction and relief he had been waiting for. Keeping him on his toes, you slid one hand up his thigh along his inseam and cupped his balls while he palmed himself.

“You’re trying my patience, baby boy.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

He stopped palming himself reluctantly and unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid his zipper down. “Do you want me to pull my cock out for you?”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Stand up, take your pants off, and get on your knees.”

Practically tripping over himself to obey your command, Changkyun did as you asked. On his knees in front of you, you leaned forward and grabbed his hair roughly and yanked his head back. “You took too long, baby boy. I’m impatient now. I was going to cum on your cock first but now I think I’ll have to settle for cumming all over this beautiful face of yours. What do you think about that?”

“Anything you want, ma’am. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“Good answer, sweet thing. I want you to take my panties off, slowly and hand them to me. Then you need to get to work.”

“Anything for you, ma’am.”

You released his hair and leaned back on the couch as Changkyun reached under your dress and hooked his fingers on the band of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs while keeping his eyes locked on yours. As soon as he pulled your panties over your heeled feet, he slowly brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and fluttered closed as if he was in ecstasy. When he opened his eyes he looked at you and reluctantly placed the panties in your open palm.

Without a word he slid his hands up your thighs, pushing up your dress. You opened your legs for him and he stared at your wet lower lips for a moment before he practically dove in like a starved man. You scooted down a bit more so your ass was on the edge of the couch. You put one heeled leg over Changkyun’s shoulder and braced your other foot on the coffee table behind him.

You reached down and ran a hand through his hair while your other hand still gripped your panties. You dropped your knees further so you could have a clearer view of Changkyun’s face. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed in concentration. Every now and then you would hear and feel him hum or moan as his tongue worked to get you cumming on his face as promised. You leaned your head back so you could relax and enjoy his very talented mouth.

Feeling yourself remarkably close to cumming after just a few minutes of Changkyun’s ministrations, you moved to trap his head between your thighs and grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged harshly. His eyes snapped open as he paused and looked at you.

“I’m close. Stick your tongue out so I can rub myself on your face.”

At your demand, Changkyun groaned as his eyes rolled back into his head and he complied quickly. Holding his hair as an anchor, you braced each foot in preparation for the necessary leverage. You began to rock yourself on his face and felt Changkyun’s slide his hands under your ass to help give you support as you felt yourself close to falling over the edge. Feeling a muffled moan from him helped you topple over the edge and you came hard on his face, as you promised. Slowing your rocking motions as you rode out your orgasm, you finally let go of Changkyun’s hair and dropped your legs.

Sighing you opened your eyes and saw your plaything look at you with a triumphant smile, his face shining with your wetness, still sitting obediently in front of you. You slid back slightly on the couch so you could lean forward.

“You did so good, baby boy. Did you enjoy how I used you? Did you like how I rode your face?”

“Yes, ma’am. You smell and taste so good. Can I do that for you again later?”

Smiling and cupping his face you replied, “I think that may be acceptable. But only if you’re a good boy. I only reward good boys.”

You leaned down and gave Changkyun a few light kisses and you felt him melt into you as you deepened it and tasted yourself on him. Grabbing your panties, you lightly patted his face drying the wetness that remained. At your action he grabbed your wrist and frowned at you.

“I don’t want you to clean it off.”

“You don’t get a choice in this, baby boy. Unless you want to use your safeword over this?”

He shook his head like a small child, dropped his hand, and let you finish. “Now, since you decided to interrupt me, I think maybe you need to be taught another lesson. Take off your underwear and sit on the couch.”

At your tone, Changkyun jumped up and ripped his underwear down and sat next to you. At the mention of another punishment, he seemed elated. It took everything you had to keep the stern look on your face as you straddled him again. Inside you were ecstatic that it appeared you may have found a good toy who would want to play again another time.

“Since you decided to open your mouth and question me again, I have to make sure you’ll stay in your proper place while I have my fun. Open your mouth.”

Slightly confused, Changkyun did as you asked and you pushed your soiled panties into his mouth as a makeshift gag. Once he realized what you were using, he moaned loudly.

“Now, sweet thing, you’re going to have to watch how loud you moan otherwise Mixtape may come out here and see what a naughty boy you are for me. Do you want that?”

Eyes wide in alarm, he shook his head quickly. “Okay then. I guess you’ll have to learn how to be quiet, hmm?”

Changkyun nodded his head vigorously. Little did he know what you had in store for him. “Now, baby boy. I have some condoms, are you allergic to anything?”

Once he shook his head to indicate he wasn’t, you leaned down to grab your small bag next to the couch and fished out a condom. You slid your hand slowly down his torso until you reached his groin and then gripped the base of his cock. Changkyun jerked slightly at the first touch of your bare skin touching him. He dropped his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. You could tell how worked up you had made him as you observed his breath increase and skin flush more. Slowly stroking him along his length, you rubbed the large amount of pre-cum along the head. At your attention, he moaned loudly again, through your panties. With his eyes closed, you allowed yourself to grin wickedly at his responsiveness.

Opening the condom packet with your teeth, you slowly rolled it down as you internally admired how hard Changkyun was and how good he was being. He seemed to have fully let go and completely submit to everything you were doing or wanted to do. You hadn’t had a male sub this compliant...perhaps ever.

At this realization, you felt a fondness for Changkyun wash over you and you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You’re still going to get punished for questioning me, sweetness, but you’re being so good for me right now. You look so pretty sitting here with my dirty panties in your mouth, obeying me like such a good boy. Are you my obedient baby boy?”

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a surprising amount of adoration and lust before nodding to answer your question.

“You like doing what I tell you, sweet thing? You like it when I control when you cum?”

Changkyun moaned and nodded vigorously for you again.

“Do you want me to sit on your cock now? Do you think you’ve been a good enough boy for that?”

With this you felt him slide his hands along your thighs and settle on your hips. He leaned forward so he could place his mouth near your ear and gave a muffled “Mmmhmmmmmmmm.”

You felt your core pulse at his touch and response. Knowing you would be cumming again soon, you gripped the base of Changkyun’s cock and teased the head along your entrance. Enjoying the torture you were giving yourself as well as the response of Changkyun’s nails digging in briefly at your hips, you dipped lower to allow just the head inside. You could feel him tense under you as you knew he was doing everything he could to restrain himself. Lifting off of him to tease the entrance of your dripping pussy again he groaned loudly.

You heard a noise in the other room and knew there was a possibility of being interrupted soon. With intent of making Changkyun moan as loud as possible so as to get the interruption you were hoping for, you slammed yourself down onto his length to the hilt, relishing in the stretch he gave you and how full you felt in this moment. You lost yourself for a moment and moaned in relief as you heard Changkyun give a loud long moan at the same time.

Since you came once and were still worked up, thanks to your new sub, you didn’t need time to adjust to Changkyun’s size. You immediately began to roll your hips slowly to enjoy the feeling of him entering you repeatedly. Looking down at his face, you could see how completely lost in the feeling Changkyun had become. He continued to make the sexiest moans you had ever heard through your panties which added to your arousal. You knew there was a good chance you were making a mess on the couch but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. As you quickly approached your second high of the night, you heard a door unlatch and open and saw Jooheon step out of the bedroom with messy hair, wearing only loose pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white tank that showcased his defined biceps.

Changkyun was so focused on his own pleasure, he didn’t even register the noise behind him. You kept the pace of your hips on Changkyun and as you locked eyes with Jooheon, you came hard with a loud moan. Jooheon’s mouth dropped open at the display, clearly shocked at everything in front of him.

You pointed at the door behind him and commanded, “Get the fuck back in your room, Mixtape. I’ll deal with you later.”

Not knowing how to respond and feeling the tent in his pants quickly getting bigger, he rushed back into his room like you instructed.

At your response to Jooheon, Changkyun had jerked in a slight panic and you lifted yourself off him and held his cock at the base and squeezed. “I’ve got you, sweetness. Don’t worry about anything. And don’t you dare cum yet. I’m not done with you.”

On the other side of his bedroom door, Jooheon ripped his pants down and began to stroke himself. In less than a minute he was fully hard and began to jerk off in earnest. Leaning back against the door, he imagined you cumming on his cock and moaning loudly in his ear as he slammed his hips up into you. He could hear the murmurs of your voice and Changkyun’s moans on the other side of the door and he incorporated the noises into his fantasy of you and imagined that his best friend’s moans were his instead. After only a couple minutes of furiously stroking himself, Jooheon came all over his hand and the floor in front of him.

You continued to ride Changkyun to another hard orgasm for yourself and edged him two more times. After the third time you denied him his release, tears started to roll down his cheeks. You paused your hips when you noticed this and stroked the side of his face, wiped his tears, and pulled your panties out of his mouth, “Safeword, sweetheart?”

“No, ma’am.” You smiled and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “You’ll cum soon, baby boy.”

Knowing he may not be able to handle anymore edging, you began to ride Changkyun with the intent to make him cum. You felt yourself building to your fourth orgasm and just as you felt the pleasure wash over you, you felt Changkyun stiffen and grip your hips as he began to chant your name like a mantra with slight upward jerks of his hips. Knowing how intense an orgasm could be after all the teasing and edging he endured, you allowed his lapse in behavior while you gently stroked his face and ran your fingers through his hair as he rode out his release.

Once the intensity of his orgasm had passed, Changkyun’s hands slid down your legs and landed limply at his side. His head rested on the back of the couch and he looked completely spent. You lifted yourself off of his softening dick and you both hissed.

“Changkyun, sweetheart, where’s your bathroom?”

He pointed to a partially open door just off the living room and you headed there after standing and getting your balance. You hadn’t ridden someone for that long in a while and you forgot that you still had your heels on. Pausing at the door frame, you stepped out of them and left them at the bathroom door. Once you closed the door behind you, you leaned on the vanity and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You glowed with the satisfaction that you knew always came with finding a good sub and cumming multiple times. The fact that you came so many times was definitely going to be a factor in the decision to keep Changkyun as a toy for a while.

After relieving and cleaning yourself up, you stepped into the living room. Leaving your heels by the bathroom door, you walked over to sit next to Changkyun on the couch. While you were cleaning up, he had pulled his boxer briefs back on and was sitting limply on the couch with his eyes closed. Feeling a rush of affection for him, you lifted one of his arms and snuggled yourself into his side. His grip tightened on your side as he pulled you closer. He kissed the top of your head and you felt him rest his head on top of yours.

As you both sat side by side, enjoying the silence and afterglow, you heard a door slowly open and a timid voice ask, “Can I come out now?”

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Episode 1: “Why is my tribe all these musty men and Ruthie?” -Ali

-I'm writing this pre-cast reveal and I'm scared shitless. Dear future Jess, Don't puke before tribals because of anxiety. Don't let the m*n tell you what to do. Don't get in your head and trust your gut. Sincerely, Pre-Cast Reveal Jess.

- Now where do I begin.... It's day 2? I believe.... in this game and I've already spiralled and showed the signs of a future crackhead. In all seriousness though, I've calmed down and the initial shock of cast reveal has worn off. I was a bit shook seeing some of the people in this cast playing. I've literally hosted a large chunk of these people so I REALLY HOPE NONE OF THAT COMES TO BITE ME IN THE ASS (I don't think it will). I hope people realize I wasn't really paying close attention to their games when hosting.. and if I was... I have the memory of a pebble. I'm sure none of that will have an impact on anyone besides maybe Ali. BUT ALI IF YOU ARE READING THIS.. DAY 2 JESS REALLY WANTS TO WORK WITH YOU! Now lets talk about my tribe: - We got Rachael/Zach who are super close or at least have some sort of connection through his sister. - We got Birch/Keegan regardless of whatever they are pushing about doubts with each other I can see them cleaning that slat in the name of numbers. - Me and Gavin because I'm the only one he knows in this game. - Possibly me/Timmy if he wants to work with me. - Possibly me/Chips hoping he remembers I did show how blindly loyal I was to him the last game we were in.... - Bodhi might be in with people like Zach (who he was hosting) and Rachael. - John honestly... I have no idea about. He's such a wild card for me. My overall thought process and game plan right now is... BLUID THOSE RELATIONSHIPS! I think I proved with my challenge performance I am an asset to this tribe but I want to show people I can be an asset to them. I can see us swapping at 16 so I'm going to be around this tribe for a bit so I need people to want me around. So far I'm getting along with Keegan he seems like a cool cat. I'm also aware he's probably a cool cat in everyone's eyes but for right now.. I really like him! Birch is definitely a social beast. From what I remembered they were an extremely social player in the season I hosted them but they are very transparent with their information which does scare me. For the time being though, I'll attempt to work my magic with them and build that trust so the information spills to me.. Rachael is a queen. I really want to work with her because I do see similarities between our playing style which is something I always gravitate towards in games. I'm naive and I do know she has other people higher up on that trust-ladder based off of initial relationships but I do hope to somehow climb that. Although I do know she will be a power play in this game, I know I'm going to need other power players around me to ensure there is a target ahead of me. She also brings connections which typically brings in information. So rather than be a crackhead and go for her (which is what cast reveal night Jess thought about) I'm going to try and work with her. Zach.. honestly, I don't know how much I have in common with a teenage boy so that might be a road block between us. He is one of those key-relationships I hope to build off of through Rachael. I will also die if Rachael/Zach aren't that close and I'm just rambling shit right now. Gavin is one of my FIRST ORG friends and I'm SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM PLAYING THIS GAME. I don't think anyone right now knows we are close but I'm not afraid to cut him if it means I go further in this game. I'm not really sure about my tribes chances for this first immunity challenge. Everyone aside for a few people on this tribe seem like they have their shit together in this challenge. I know the "movie trivia" crew snapped hard and my back hurts from carrying my tribe but.... our chances of winning rely on Timmy (who is on vacation), Gavin who is probably working or something, and Bodhi who is hosting currently. So to say I'm confident.... would be a giant ass lie. I'm excited for the idol search to open up SO BAD.

-Cast is revealed and game starts in a half hour. I’m feeling excited. I hope I do better in this season than the game I did last, 17th. Ughhhhhh, grosss

- I’m having fun doing the quotes, it’s interesting. I feel like I’m getting along well with everyone. I’m trying to talk to them all and interact. If I’m amusing they won’t get rid of me. Right? Right? Somebody tell me I’m right

-Okay tea time! I'm really excited. I had to add A LOT of people I have never talked to before and I always like doing that because I LOOOOVE playing with people that don't know how I play and also getting to know clean people and starting with a clean slate! The only people I had added on my tribe are Jay and Ali and I LIKE that! I'm excited to talk to people, scope everyone out a little and see what I need to do. This game and the theming is SO CUTE and I can't wait to see what all happens next!

- https://youtu.be/MY-s5k1n7sI

why is my tribe all these musty men and ruthie what did i do to deserve this.

https://youtu.be/LPxSC_ZjZIc

https://youtu.be/ojw9T8GsbaA

-That 36 person cast twist not being real...big disappointment, I was hoping for a huge mess where someone cries. But 20 people, good size. My tribe seems like good people so this should be exciting.

- So we lost the first immunity challenge. Seems like it’s unanimous for John to go. Works for me as he is who I wanted out when I woke up this morning since we hadn’t spoken. He keeps saying he wants someone who was weak in the challenge out and didn’t tell me a name but told Rachel, Bodhi. Funny thing is, John did worse in his challenge than anyone in the quotes group so therefore his own logic can be used against him.

-AHHHHHHHHHHH MY PEOPLE ARE HERE I DON"T KNOW WHO I WANNA WORK WITH. There is king ali, my bae Austin, bestie jay, and really old time friend Collin in this one tribe. I'm not even counting people on the other tribe. I'm gonna lose so hard. I'm crying tho

-When I was meeting my tribe for the first time I was thinking that we have a very good group here. I'm glad to see Bodhi again cuz I haven't seen him since Trinity: P&P a few months ago. I think that with the additions of Birch and Keegan to our tribe I think we're gonna win some challenges. So I'm hoping for the best and not the worst for this team.

- So we're all waiting for the results of the 1st challenge, and I'm feeling a little nervous that my tribe may lose, but I'm hoping that we do win because I want this season to start off on a good note for my tribe. I'm just hoping that we pull this off and not blow this.

-the way i was offered a final 2 within minutes of joining the tribe chat. hopefully this ages well and you get to see me and bodhi succeed :)

- John is too damn messy and has got to go. PERIODT.

https://youtu.be/L1-ZBhnUQ7U

-I love my Tribe!! I'm super excited to play with Keegan and Timmy again! I'm trying to get closer with everyone else since I haven't played with them before. I'm also kinda nervous for the challenge. I have a weird taste in music so we will see how this goes. I really hope I'm not first boot. I haven't had good placements in my last couple of games, so I'm hoping for better this time! This cast is iconic.

-So my mom got my drunk before the challenge and then tried guilting me into not doing the challenge. we flopped anyway. we are currently pulling ahead in the Movie challenge but it's still early so idk. I really hope we can get the next 2 challenges. I don't wanna be first boot.

- Ahoy matey! me got cursed t' only talk like a pirate in thar tribe chats n' me alliance chat. So me’m doing dis confession like a pirate. So anyway. me’m in a alliance Wit' Keegan n' Jess. As far as me know our jolly crew only verily talked t' each other. So dis works out. Our jolly crew also lost which SUCKS. me verily hope me’m nay first boot. me might sail after John. All me conversations wit' him be painful. So that’s fun. me like all hands so dis will hard. But let’s see what happens! Birch signing off.

- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1Iq3ANGs8M&feature=youtu.be

- Here’s the Tea Link: https://youtu.be/X3J2e4ffmiY

- https://youtu.be/Q80k6g4QUIk

Kinda bummed the movie challenge didn’t go so well hope we don’t have to go to tribal this early

-Hello hello! I am SO happy to be back in atomic Survivor! I feel like things are off to a really nice start and I'm hoping that will continue. For now I'll do a little assessment of my tribe before we find out results for the first challenge. Ali - I've seen him around in the community a lot for years, im pretty sure I was around when he played his first game. But I don't remember if I've ever had the chance to actually play WITH him. He's such a nice guy I've loved talking with him so far Austin - Lmao the funny thing is I actually talked to him for the first time ever like a week ago. A real lucky break that he and I were both part of this casting twist. We immediately started talking and agreed to look out for each other. Cindi - this is my first time meeting her ever! She seems really rad and we've just been talking about life and tattoos and shit lmao. I can definitely see myself working with her in the future. Collin - y'all I LOVE Collin. I just played with him in Mesopotamia, and even though he voted me out I never had any bitterness towards him cause he's just that nice. He's definitely been the person I've talked to the most so far. We have a lot in common and I really want to trust him. But I am still a bit wary bc of Mesopotamia. Czern - I don't really have a read on him yet. Haven't spoken to him too much. Dan - Same as Czern but I haven't spoken to Dan at all Vi - Vi is such a ray of sunshine, I've loved her ever since I met her in Tashirojima. In fact my biggest mistake in that game IMO was voting her out. I'm 100% working with her this time. Ruthie - It's been so long since I've talked to Ruthie and I'm so glad that this game gives me the chance to reconnect with her. An absolute legend and one of the nicest people I've ever met. I haven't talked strategy with her yet but that'll come soon lol Timmy - Yo he DESTROYED that music challenge and I'm super grateful for that. I've talked to him a little bit and he's pretty nice but I don't really have any further opinions on him lol

- Reallllly glad we didn't have to go to tribal tonight. I've been really busy today so it would've been a really rough time. But instead I got to enjoy my day, but of course I socialized with my tribe. I feel really close with Collin, Ali, and Ruthie. Granted those are relationships that started outside of this game, but they're relationships nonetheless. I really vibe with Austin too, even though I talk to him a little less, we're bonded through that opening twist. And the best thing is Austin mentioned vibing with all those people + Vi (who's great as well, I just haven't talked any strategy with her yet) so I smell an alliance starting sometime soon. I just feel really well about the start of this game and im hoping it can last.

-First confessional of the season! I debated making a video but then I realized that's a lore more work and harder for me to have actual organized thoughts. Going back to the start of the game: I know RACHAEL, BIRCH, CHIPS, JAY, VI, CINDI, DAN and RUTHIE. The only person I don't know anything about is CZERN. So I've got a pretty stacked cast of people I can potentially work with moving forward. But I currently have three goals for this season: 1. Make the merge or swap so I can play with VI. Even if we don't work together, I'd love to play with her! She rules! 2. Make sure JAY gets voted out before myself. As a fellow winner, THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE. 3. Make sure DAN gets voted out before myself. He's a sneaky snake and I won't ever trust him after Nova Scotia. First off, I'm in an awesome alliance with BIRCH and JESS. It's only three people so it's not a clear majority but it's a good start. We formed this literally 10 minutes after the challenge had ended. Speaking of the challenge, it was a fun challenge but we did lose. However, JESS, RACHAEL, CHIPS and myself were the only ones who won our portion of the challenge, so I've been subtly hinting that I wouldn't feel right if any of us were voted out. GAVIN told me that TIMMY and BODHI didn't contribute much of anything to their part of the challenge, so that's a possible decision when it comes to this tribal. However, JOHN has been very difficult to have a conversation with and I've been told that him and BODHI won't vote for each other. So right now it's just working with JESS and BIRCH to determine what the best option is moving forward. I'm thinking I can get RACHAEL, ZACH and GAVIN on board with whatever we decide. Tune in later for some more thoughts.

-I wanna say it’s be super eventful but not really. Just a few small things: CHIPS has been telling everyone everything. He told JOHN he was the vote. He told JESS about the GAVIN thing. He needs to learn to keep things to himself if he doesn’t want to be gone next. JOHN tried throwing ZACH under the bus for not being good in challenges. I had a call with BODHI and apparently ZACH is a comp beast. So that’s not happening. If everything is as planned JOHN should be the unanimous vote. I might throw a stray vote on CHIPS just in case of an idol play but I’m undecided.

So this round I got super close with Austin and Collin, and close with cindi, and okay close with everyone else. I killed it in the music challenge because I did not feel confident I wouldn’t go home if we lost. I need to tighten my bonds and hopefully make a solid group before the next round. I have no real targets atm but Ruthie and I have yet to speak so that’s awkward. I kinda wish I was on the other tribe because I feel like I’d vibe with them better. I had to make sure I was the first to go into the treehouse because I wanted to be open and transparent about what happens in there and make sure that nobody else got to go in and change what actually happens. I’m very excited for the next few rounds tho!

https://youtu.be/e_oVLgNr4ro

Okay so first round is going pretty good so far . I cant believe they put me on a tribe with vi which is amazing bc ride or die right there. I know ali vi collins and jay are def ppl I wanna work with in this game . I mean my whole tribe is great . Dan I know is a wild card and he seems like he wants to work together but I'm not sure if I can fully trust him since he did vote me out last seasons with telling me a damn thing . Cindi was almost in my duplicity season I'm on production for so I know her a bit as well. I know she would probs go with Rachael at a swap or merge which is dangerous .THANK GOD we won the first immunity and I dont have two sorry about a vote bc if I'm honest it would be HARD to decide on a name . Let's see what happens tho I'm ready to play and ready to win

Honestly it seems pretty slow starting. Just working on getting to know the tribe at this point. I really like Collin and Ali but beyond that I'm not getting like amazing vibes from the others. I'm not getting bad vibes either though, just neutral positive vibes if that makes sense

okay, so i have been focusing on getting to know my tribe-mates the past few days because in this game, connections are your lifeline. but, i also didn't want to come off too strong and be perceived as "too social" from the get-go *cough* keegan the snake *cough*. so, i laid back, talked to people (some more than others), and tried to focus on winning immunity. unfortunately, when immunity slipped through our fingers, i quickly got to work socializing and making sure i wasn't the one to be blamed for our loss in our challenge. i felt that i contributed a lot and tried to start discussions and debate about our quotes, and felt as though i didn't get much back from my team. so, i made sure that people knew my group wasn't very communicative and had they communicated more, we could have totally won. i didn't push for a name to begin the round, but i did make sure to let people know who i hadn't talked to in hopes of getting one of their names on the chopping block this round. i made sure to reach out to everyone (even those who didn't reach out to me or seem invested in the game, nor our conversations) because i don't want someone to spread my name as a result. then, it seemed to narrow down to john and timmy. also, it was obviously leaning towards john leaving this round. however, it was not until about a few hours before day change that john had FINALLY heard that his name was going around due to the fact that it was TRULY IMPOSSIBLE TO TALK TO HIM. funnily enough, this information came directly from chips--someone who i haven't talked to much. thankfully for me, john decided to tell almost everyone exactly what chips had said and no one was pleased to hear that. so, i worked my magic and made sure people were upset that chips tried to throw us all under the bus--because i need to make sure there is a target for next round that isn't me... DUH! later, i asked john what he wanted to do, and he sat there completely clueless. i was completely dumbfounded at his reluctance to say a name when his ass was CLEARLY on the line. eventually, i worked a name out of him, and he said bodhi (who was the only one who wanted to keep him earlier today)... so i obviously went right to bodhi and made sure he knew so i could build some trust with him going forward in this game since talking to john literally made me lose brain cells by the minute, i wanted to make sure he was the one leaving tonight. so, i am hoping everything goes according to plan at tribal tonight, but as long as i don't leave, i am golden with whatever. until next time... xoxo, gossip girl

So basically I'm not in town right now... and IbhopenI can trust people not to vote me until I get back and am less busy. I really bombed the challenge by getting 0 points for my tribe but we won that part... because the other people carried. Good stuff. Anyway we are voting John because he doesn't communicate well and has kind of mansplained the potential different vote? If its true then woohoo I got another round. Also! I got am advantage from idol hunt and thats nifty.

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