#these pictures make me want to start putting lit cigs out on my arms or something like im sorry but what the fuck

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Chapter 30 - A scent of spring, a scent of Christmas.

Episode 4.

*Further across town, another man was starting to feel lonely*

Adrian: *He sighed soft as he walked to the fridge, trying to get a refill after his beer had run out. A lot of stuff had been on his mind all day, which had let to one beer after another. And as Sam had cancelled on their night together, he had no longer bothered pretending to hold back on the alcohol. Leading him to drink both Whiskey and beer, while sitting on his floor, listening to old vinyl records, getting lost in a sea of music, which was much more preferable than heavy thoughts! He opened the fridge, dizzily grabbing a beer, then on his way back to his spot on the floor, a scent caught his nose. He frowned deep. He knew exactly what was behind that particular scent, and the thought of having to deal with THAT right now, wasn't a very amusing thought to him. So he sat back down on his spot, pretending he hadn't noticed. He lit a cig, found another song and opened the beer, but it was as if the scent only grew stronger* I know you're here! *He mumbled irritated* why don't you just come out?!

Raven: *He suddenly became visible sitting right next to Adrian on the floor, a somewhat smile tucking at the corner of his lips* What gave me away?

Adrian: *He tabbed a finger against his nose* My sense of smell has been improving.

Raven: Ah! *Now a full on smirk* I'll have to keep in mind to disguise that.

Adrian: *Soft frown* So you plan to stalk around here more often?

Raven: Hm *he tilted his head, observing Adrian closely* I always liked a good picture of misery, and you're definitely there at the moment... what's up?

Adrian: *He sighed deep* Charming as always.

Raven: *He couldn't help but chuckle* We do have that in common!

Adrian: *He looked at Raven unamused* Why are you here? You never come by for a friendly visit...

Raven *He shrugged lightly* And who's the fault of that? Not me, I'm not the one who keeps slamming the door in my face... althoughI like the slight abuse *he smirked cheekily*

Adrian: *He squinted his eyes and took a drag of his cig, waiting for Raven to get to the point*

Raven: Fine.. no particular reason... guess I had nothing better to do?

Adrian: So you decided to pop in and stalk me?

Raven: You act as if it's the first time...

Adrian: *He lifted an eyebrow* you make it sound as if it's a normal every day situation

Raven: Well.. not every day *he chuckled softly*

Adrian: .......

Raven: .......

Adrian: Get out! *he pointed angrily at his front door*

Raven: *He snorted soft* I feared you would say that

Adrian: Then why would you do it?

Raven: Because it's our dance... isn't it... it's what we do... we get on each others nerves *he smirked*

Adrian: I get on your nerves?

Raven:.... well, mostly I get on YOUR nerves *he chuckled lightly*

Adrian: *He made a single slow-motion nod, then emptied his beer in one go, killing the cig in the ashtray* I'm going to bed!

Raven: Was that an invitation?

Adrian: *He grunted soft and stood up, stumbling lightly towards the ladder* Good night, Raven!

Raven: *He stood up slowly, just about to protest about Adrian climbing a ladder in his condition, when the drunken man already took a step and slipped, but in a split second, Raven caught him in his arms, looking down at him with a soft frown* Don't you think it's best I put you to bed?

Adrian: *He grunted unamused and slowly stood back up* I'm fine! *He growled back, and grabbed onto the ladder once again, quickly climbing several steps before slipping once again, slamming down on the floor with a loud groan*

Raven: *He sighed deep as he observed the man on the floor* ... told you!

Adrian: If you're so fucking wise, why didn't you catch me the second time!?

Raven: You didn't want my help.

Adrian: No, and I still don't! But I also don't want you here in the first place, yet here we fucking are!

Raven: .... do you want my help or not?

Adrian: No! Just get the fuck out of here, Raven! You weren't welcome in the first place! You never were! I have tried my best to tolerate you through the time, but this is my home, and I am tired of you dropping by here and there! From now on just stay the fuck away! And allow me to bury the demons in my fucking past! No need for you to rip up in it whenever you feel slightly bored! Go fucking stalk someone else! And stay the fuck away from me for good! Don't you think I see through it all? You're not as cute as you think you are so why don't you just piss right of and find someone else to make miserable?!

Raven: *He sighed deep* Clearly you don't need any help with that Adrian, you're doing just fine on your own! *And with those words he disappeared*

Adrian: *He groaned loud and angrily, frustrated about, well everything! It had been a tough year in many ways, a year he desperately wanted to get through and be over with, hoping for better times ahead in the new year. It wasn't Raven he was angry with, it was everything and everyone at this point. But Raven had just been the easy target now that he was loaded with alcohol, and he had happened to be around anyway. He sighed frustrated and sat up, his whole left leg pounding from hip to ankle, a long strained moan of pain escaping him as he grabbed onto the ladder and looked up towards his bedroom, trying to mentally prepare himself for the pain it would cost him to climb up*

Raven: *A soft sigh escaped him as he placed his hands on Adrian's waistline* No... please *his voice was soft and caring*

Adrian: *He sighed deep, and gently placed a hand on one of Raven's, grabbing onto him, a slow nod being the only signal that he was holding on, and Raven could take him upstairs*

Raven: Aye. *They landed in Adrian's bedroom, just next to his bed a split second later, Raven slowly letting go of Adrian* Let me help you to sit down

Adrian: It's fine *he grunted and sat down on the bed, clearly holding back a roar of pain, swallowing hard*

Raven: *He sighed soft and shook his head, reaching a hand towards Adrian's leg*

Adrian: No!... No healing! It'll be fine in the morning, I just need sleep!

Raven: *He sighed soft and shrugged* If only stubbornness were healing powers, you'd feel better in a minute!

Adrian: *He frowned deep* Help me get my pants off!

Raven: My my, how romantic! *He couldn't help but smirk*

Adrian: *Deep glare*

Raven: Fine, alright *he chuckled soft and grabbed onto Adrian's pants legs, gently pulling them off*

Adrian: *He moaned soft from pain and allowed himself to fall back on the bed, only to groan even louder* Fuck! I can't even lay! *He tried to sit back up, only to yelp loudly from pain*

Raven: *He quickly kicked off his boots and jumped up in bed, sitting down behind Adrian, with a leg on each side of him, as he wrapped an arm around Adrian's chest and dragged him backwards to lay against Raven's torso* I can't let your stubbornness do this. So either I take care of it, or you shift... in your wolf form you will heal faster.

Adrian: *He sighed deep* I don't want you to-

Raven: *He sighed soft, knowing all too well where Adrian was heading* ..... no, I get that, trust me. Do you want me to call Eonan? *He made a move to get up*

Adrian: *He quickly grabbed onto Raven's arm* Just do it.

Raven: .... are you sure?

Adrian: before I change my mind!

Raven: Aye *he quickly pressed both his palms against Adrian's chest* I'm sorry, if I have direct contact it goes faster, but it's also more powerful, so tell me if it's too much...

Adrian: Too much? *He groaned soft as he felt a warm tingly sensation spread through his body* Is it safe?

Raven: Yes, you're a wolf... and a strong one... you can handle more than you seem to think

Adrian: .....you're.... in my bed *he said in a drowsy tone as Raven's power made his body and soul feel a if it was melting*

Raven: You have strong observation skills as well!

Adrian: *A soft moan escaping him* Don't be a dick!

Raven: ..... don't be an asshole *he spoke in a warm lowered voice in Adrian's ear*

Adrian: *Another moan escaping him* stop... I can't do it!

Raven: I'm almost there, Adrian...

Adrian: You don't get it! So am I! *He sat up fast, pulling away from Raven* I can't do it! *He pulled himself closer to the edge, planting his feet firmly on the ground, a slight sigh of pain escaping him. It was much better than before, but still painful*

Raven: *He observed the back of Adrian with a soft frown, trying to understand what had went wrong*

Adrian: It's not you... *he sighed heavily* .... or it is.... every time I spend time with you.... all of the thoughts of what happened with-

Raven: The demons of your past, I get it.... I'm sorry, but I can't change what I am-

Adrian: ..... Ben..... everything that happened with Ben

Raven: *He looked at Adrian surprised*

Adrian: ..... I'm not over it.... even if I know I should be. I'm not. It still hurts... it still runs on repeat... I still try to make sense of what happened. I still try to tell myself it will get better... I... *he sighed deep* I don't have any romantic feelings for him any longer... I haven't for months... I keep telling myself it would be best to just break it of... I spend less and less time with him... I don't feel the bond at all for almost a year... but it has gone on for so long now, I don't know what to do? What do I do? I'm terrified if I end things, he will fall back down in his self destructive habits, and will eventually lead to him killing himself, not that I think all that highly of myself... but... I promised him I would never leave...

Raven: Until he pushed you away a thousand times, Adrian.

Adrian: *He sighed deep*

Raven: *He sighed soft and moved a bit closer towards Adrian* May I sit with you?

Adrian: You already are... aren't you?

Raven: Yes, but this time I'm asking for your permission *he smiled soft as he planted his legs on the floor next to Adrian's, now sitting completely next to him again*

Adrian: .... fine *he sighed soft*

Raven: Thank you *he paused a moment* look, just because I'm not your favorite person-

Adrian: *a soft snort escaping him*

Raven: -doesn't mean I don't understand you. He ruined a lot of things, Adrian. HE broke the bond between the two of you, not you. He broke the bond between Andy and him as well. You both had a long windy rollercoaster ride with him. You both tried to get through to him countless times. You both tried to warn him, that if things would continue being so out of hand, it would eventually result in the relationship falling apart, and here we are. He refused to listen, and this is the result.

Adrian: I feel bad for letting things get that far.

Raven: *He sighed soft* Understandable.

Adrian: I should have put my foot down.

Raven: You did. The fault isn't yours Adrian. You tried your very best to get through to him, Andy as well, at times even resulting in rather desperate attempts at getting through to him, but you were both more than pushed over your limits, for a very long time. That's nothing anyone should ever suffer from a loved one.

Adrian: .... I feel like I am letting him down.

Raven: You are. But not in the sense that you haven't done more than enough. Rather in the sense that he will be losing something very valuable, if you let him completely go, and he will undoubtedly see that as 'yet another person leaving'. Whether the reason is understandable or not wont weigh as much to him as the loss will.

Adrian: *He sighed heavy* and so what if he takes his own life... I'm supposed to just live with that?

Raven: .........

Adrian: .........

Raven: You couldn't, you have a too big heart. But you also can't be stuck in this forever, hoping for a solution.

Adrian: ........ I think that's the first genuine compliment I have ever heard from you *he looked at Raven with a slight tugging at the corner of his lips*

Raven: Come on... I have given you plenty compliments about how you used to handle things with Ben

Adrian: ... perhaps... but not something that was a compliment about me....

Raven: Yeah? Well... at least I didn't call you cute

Adrian: ..... *he looked at Raven confused*

Raven: I'm not as cute as I think I am *he smirked lightly*

Adrian: .... you're not cute at all *he glared*

Raven: *He couldn't help but laugh*

Adrian: Glad my misery amuses you! *he grunted soft* I wanna sleep!

Raven: *He nodded gently* Hows your leg?

Adrian: *He grunted displeased* It's very sore... but better

Raven: I guess it's pointless asking you if-

Adrian: Yeah that would be a no.

Raven: *He chuckled soft* Fair enough. And you don't want to talk more about-

Adrian: Nope *he quickly took off his tshirt, so he was sitting in just boxers, then crawled up in bed and laid down with a heavy sigh* I'm still drunk... you didn't...

Raven: You wouldn't allow me to finish *he shrugged lightly as he looked back at Adrian* I was focusing on your leg! *He stood up slowly and grabbed the big blanket laying in Adrian's bed, slowly pulling it over him* Right, I'll head off then for good this time, I wont disturb you again, you have my wo- *he paused as he noticed Adrian starring at him in disbelief* What?

Adrian: .... I just... you tugged me in?

Raven: *he looked at the blanket, then quickly let go of it* I'm sorry, I didn't want you to get cold.

Adrian: .......

Raven: I'll get out of here, sorry!

Adrian: *He closed his eyes and sighed deep* Please stay.

Raven: *Now it was Raven's turn to fall silent*

Adrian: *He opened his eyes, taking a few seconds to focus his eyesight on Raven* Raven?

Raven: ......... you want me to stay?

Adrian: Let's not make a big deal out of it, please?

Raven:..... where... where would I...  do you have an extra blanket?

Adrian: Sure... but it's not up here... come on *he padded a hand next to him on the bed*

Raven: .... but wouldn't it make you uncomfortable to share a bed with-

Adrian: Not as uncomfortable as it would be if you turn down the offer *he grunted soft* Look, I'm still pretty drunk... what if I have to get to the toilet, or need water? Between my leg and the alcohol, I might just fall all the way down next time, and since I'm so good at pushing you away, it might take days before anyone finds me, and by then the cats will have eaten half my face!

Raven: Yeah, we can't have that! Your face is far too pretty for that!

Adrian: *He snorted soft then groaned lightly* Look.... to be honest, I'm still in pain... and slightly worried.. *he sighed soft, his face turning more serious than before* I'm... scared... Sam isn't coming by tonight, and I don't want to worry Andy....

Raven: *he nodded soft* Okay, I'll stay. *He slowly kicked off his boots and crawled up in bed, sitting down next to Adrian*

Adrian: You sleep in leather pants?

Raven: *he chuckled soft* No.... but... *he sighed soft, suddenly feeling very self-conscious* I don't want to-

Adrian: Just take off your damn clothes Brandubh!

Raven: *He chuckled surprised* I didn't even think you knew my full name!

Adrian: *He grunted unimpressed*

Raven: Are you sure?

Adrian: Yes... please... just not naked.

Raven: Of course. *He quickly got both his tshirt and pants off, throwing them casually on the floor, then crawled under the blanket, laying down next to Adrian* How are you feeling?

Adrian: *He sighed soft and rolled to his side, leaning his forehead against Raven's shoulder* Scared.

Raven: ... There wouldn't be a reason to be scared if I-

Adrian: Just... be here, please....

Raven: *He nodded soft, gently stroking Adrian's arm, but instantly noticing what he did* Sorry... it's a habit....

Adrian: .... just don't tell anyone about any of this...

Raven: *A wide smile spread on his lips, his heart beating a little happier* I wont.

*Back across town*

Malou: *It had been at least 15 minutes since Dalton had left, because his phone had rang, and she was wondering what were taking him so long. Probably his girlfriend... ex... but what if it was something else? Bad news perhaps? As her worries started growing, she quickly climbed down from her bed, deciding to go downstairs and look for him. The thought of him sitting alone downstairs, possibly sad, made her sad. She quickly went downstairs, and it didn't take much effort to hear him outside, as his voice was rather raised*

Dalton: No! That's not what I meant and you know it! You always take my words and use them against me, and I'm tired of it! I'm tired of always being your escape goat!

Malou: *She frowned deep. So it was HER! She sighed deep and sat down on the couch, she should probably leave, it was a private conversation, but the thought of him alone out there in the cold... she couldn't deny how much she longed to wrap her arms around him, and make him feel loved and safe. So she decided to be as close to that as she could, right here on the couch when he would come back inside. She did however turn on the tv, the sound of Dalton's voice made her particularly sad deep inside, when she could recognize his pain through the distress in his tone. She curled up under a blanket, it was a rather cold night, leading her into a new worry.... should she bring him a jacket, or would that be rude, interrupting such a private moment... would it be rude not to bring one? The more she thought about it, worrying about him, wondering what he would need, and what would be too much for too little for her to respond to, she slowly started sinking tired into the couch, until she eventually laid down, trying her best to pay attention to the tv, rather than her train of thoughts of how much she was longing to cradle him till he would heal and feel better*

Dalton: That's not what I meant... NO! Please don't say that!.... you have no idea how hard I tried! I did everything I could and more! I lost my fucking self in the process! I'm tired! I'm so fucking tired! I don't know what to say or do anymore! I can't go on like this! I just... can't... I can't take anymore of it!

Malou: *She frowned deep, tears filling her eyes. How could anyone deliberately make him feel like this?! Her urge to hold him tight only growing stronger and stronger by the second, till it exploded as she heard a light sobbing from outside. He was right behind the front door now, where before he had at least been half down the stairs. She had to go, right? She looked at the door with such intense longing, a need to be there for him and make him feel better. To take away all the pain and hurt, all the loneliness and feeling of being lost, and replace it with kindness, understanding, caring and love. But if she were to open that door right now, would it be too much for him? He seemed to be a person that might get startled in a situation like that... or were he more the type to long for someone to come by and hold him? She didn't know him well enough yet to make any fast decisions. It was best not to jump right at it, she supposed. A heavy sigh escaping her as she decided it was best to wait for him to come in, that way she could easier read the situation. Hopefully. Her eyes were getting heavy, it was quiet outside now, and the dimmed light in the living room, almost only lit up by the tv, was making her eyes have a hard time focusing on the door. But then it slowly opened*

Dalton: *He sniffled his nose as he stepped into the house, and slowly closed the door behind him, locking it carefully. He turned around slowly, surprised to spot Malou on the couch* I'm sorry... I... it took a long time, I didn't mean to leave you hanging... things just... got in the way

Malou: No, that's okay *she said in the mildest, most caring tone possible* Are you alright?

Dalton: *He sniffled his nose again and nodded, then slowly walked towards the couch, to her surprise sitting down on it*

Malou: Let me make space for you *she moved around a bit to sit up, but to an even bigger surprise, something else unfolded in front of her eyes*

Dalton: *He slowly laid down right next to her, shivering lightly as he sighed deep and pressed his arms against his chest in order to try to gain some heat in them* It's fucking cold! *his teeth gently clapping together*

Malou: Here *she quickly grabbed some of the blanket, pulling it over him* is that better?

Dalton: *He nodded soft* Yeah... thanks!

Malou: *She nodded soft, not daring to speak, afraid he would somehow disappear or change his mind, if she dared to disturb the moment she had been granted*

Dalton: *He shivered lightly again, gently wiggling himself a bit closer so they laid gently against each other* Is this... is this okay?

Malou: *She nodded soft, it was more than okay.*

Dalton: *He stayed quiet, but his body seemed to start shivering even more*

Malou: *She couldn't decide whether she should wrap her arms around him or not, wanting to heat him up, but also not wanting to push him into a more intimate situation, whether it was romantic or not, being THIS close was already borderline strange territory for most people if it wasn't with a partner or potential partner. But the more Dalton was shivering against her, the more she felt the need to wrap him up and protect him from anything or anyone, that ever hurt him! So she reached out, grabbing onto the blanket and gently wrapped it more tightly around him, properly tucking him in*

Dalton: ........ did.. you just tuck me in?

Malou: .... yes? *she almost whispered, scared she had stepped over a line* you're really cold, I don't want you to get a cold.

Dalton: .....

Malou: ...... *slight panic!*

Dalton: ..... that's really sweet.... I haven't been tucked in since I was a kid.

Malou: *She tried to force back a smile.... so he didn't hate it or deny it.... she was so happy she felt like jumping up and down from joy!*

Dalton: *And to her surprise he snuggled a bit closer* Can we lay like this for a while? I mean... I know we should probably get to bed, we'll probably get all sorts of problems if we fall asleep on this couch, there isn't exactly space for both of us to sleep... but can we just lay here for a little while?

Malou: *She nodded lightly* Sure.

Dalton: Thank you *he whispered softly, snuggling a little closer so they now laid pretty tight, his head now laying, resting on her arm, a fact she couldn't decide if he was aware of or not, specially since he seemed to fall asleep only few minutes later, undoubtedly exhausted from the conversation and the cold*

Malou: *She laid quietly observing him sleep, for a while, till she finally gained the courage to wrap one arm around him, to try to steady him, so he wouldn't fall off the couch, and of course also to simply be closer, now that she had a chance. With her other hand, of the arm he was now sleeping on, she could just reach his hair gently stroking it, while hoping he somehow, somewhere, would feel the pure love, she was trying to pour in his direction, and how much she believed he truly deserved it. How truly she longed to treat him as the magic she believed him to be. And that's how she fell asleep about 15 minutes later, her own loneliness fading away for a little while.*

*Meanwhile across town*

Sam: *He gently knocked the door to the bathroom* Niyol?

Niyol: .... Mh?

Sam: You have been in there for quite a while now... are you alright?

Niyol: ..... Yes

Sam: May.... may I come in?

Niyol: Yes, of course!

Sam: *He slowly opened the door and peeked in at Niyol sitting in the bath tub* I'm sorry I interrupt, I just wanted to make sure you're okay? *he spoke in a warm, caring voice*

Niyol: *He nodded soft and forced a small smile* I'm alright, thank you... just lost in my own thoughts, I suppose? But mainly just extremely tired. I think I dozed off a couple times *he chuckled softly*

Sam: Yes, frankly my head started nodding too... how about I go make my bed ready, and you come in when you feel like it?

Niyol: *He looked a bit hesitating at Sam* .... I can sleep on the couch.

Sam: No *he shook his head lightly and smiled* I insist! We have slept together before, we can do it again.

Niyol: *A soft yawn was his only reply*

Sam: I guess that settles it *he chuckled soft* I'll be in my room...

Niyol: *He nodded lightly* I'll be out soon.

Sam: *He was already laying in bed as Niyol came into the room, smiling at him warmly* You look extremely tired.

Niyol: *He chuckled lightly* I am. *He looked a bit around, only wearing his boxers* where can I put my clothes?

Sam: Anywhere, make yourself at home.

Niyol: *He quickly walked to a chair in front of him and placed the clothes, then joined Sam, quickly crawling into bed and under the blanket* Thank you for letting me sleep here.

Sam: *He smiled soft* Hopefully it will mean at least one night without nightmares.

Niyol: *He frowned soft* I doubt it.

Sam: *He couldn't help but feel sorry for his friend, and spontaneously grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly* You never know.

Niyol: *He smiled lightly and thankful, truly appreciating both Sam's words and gesture, squeezing his hand back*

*At a particular junkyard*

Raven: ... Adrian? *He spoke in a lowered, sweet, almost whisper*

Adrian: *No reaction*

Raven: *He dared to peek down at the human, snuggled up against his shoulder, eyes closed, sound asleep. He looked peaceful, his usual frown had been replaced by a much softer look. A tickly feeling spreading through Raven's belly* You have no idea the trouble I'm in, Mr. Blackwood, he whispered soft, and closed his eyes*

*Somewhere else, late night, just before dawn*

Dalton: *He woke up with a soft moan, feeling an out of body jolt as he felt himself tipping backwards, instantly noticing he was on the couch, not in bed, and he wasn't alone.*

Malou: *She laid next to him, and arm around his waist, the weight of it being the reason he had managed to stay on the couch after all. Judging by her breathing she was deep asleep, and he noticed how peaceful and delicate she looked as she laid there*

Dalton: *He observed her for a while, in the dimmed tv light, and as he paid attention to it, he noticed she had brought a small but very genuine smile to his face. A warmth of affection starting to spread through his body. She was special, wasn't she? And it was with that thought and that smile on his lips, he slowly drifted of again.*

#Adrian Blackwood #Dalton Red #Malou Jensen #Niyol Chee #Sam #Samuel Cullman-Thompson #Brandubh McKinney #Raven McKinney #unicorntales

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Hello! welcome to the mha side of tumblr! can I please have a nb reader x Dabi x Hawks? maybe something with some jealousy? thanks!!

Thank you my dude. I haven't written in a hot minute and feel I might be a little rusty.. but here we go. I focused a little more on Dabi then Hawks but I hope you like. I didn't proof read like an animal.

Pair: Dabi x nb reader x Hawks SFW Wordcount: 1,130

“Oh, baby, let the bad times roll”

There was nothing worse than a bad situation that you had put yourself in, wanting to blame everything but yourself, but he knew this was entirely his fault, his ego didn’t allow him to fixate on that though, instead he wanted to lay the blame on him, or you. Dabi refused to admit it but he was jealous, he knew he was the type to want and demand everything of someone, expecting nothing less then their all. So why had he wanted to go down this path?

He grunted to himself as he started to roll another cigarette, glaring out the open window at the night sky, the shimmering lights of the city. His hands set on auto pilot, bringing it to his lips as he lit the tip with a bright blue flame from the palm of his hand. Taking a drag, he didn’t spare a glance towards the bed where a body stirred.

The reason he was in this shitty scenario was because he wanted more. He just had to have everything didn’t he? He’d told himself it was fine, he deserved not one persons undivided attention but two.

He only looked over to the bed when he heard the springs groan. You rolled over to the empty cold side of the large bed, untangling yourself from large red wings with some effort, gently moving the arm around your waist. Tired eyes met bright blue as your feet swung around landing on the plush carpet.

“Did I wake you?” You shook your head softly pushing up from the mattress, softly walking over to the brooding man with the dangerous quirk.

If people could see how casually you walked over to one of the most dangerous villain's in Japan and perched on his lap, warms wrapping around his neck. He chuckled gruftly feeling your face nuzzle against his neck, soft breathing against his skin, face still a picture of sleep.

“Nightmares again?”

Your lips tickled his neck, a pleasant sensation, he took a long drag of his cig and exhaled towards the window, one arm keeping you close to his chest as he did so. The mix of ruined skin and soft always felt nice against your back, his hand trailing up your shirt, feeling the flawlessness of your own skin.

“Same shit, different day” it was half a lie.

“Come back to bed after?”

Dabi looked over towards the bed, the nicest one he had ever slept in, even if it was crowded. Hawks was flat on his front, legs and arms stuck out in all directions. They had been together first, before you had come along.

He didn’t regret bringing you into the relationship, he had wanted you both and the energetic blond had been more then happy to share his interest in you as well. It was both the most functional and dysfunctional relationship you’d had in your entire life but at the same time you never wanted to change it.

Dabi on the other hand, constantly eaten away at his deepest darkest hidden insecurities always seemed on edge. He’d see how you and Hawks interacted, each handhold, each kiss, the fact you could be a couple out in the open, the world allowed to see the feelings shared between the two of you. He felt like he had most of his life, left in the shadows, alone.

But he couldn’t bring it up, could he? It had all been his idea, he wanted more, greedy and jealous an awful mix with his already flawed personality. Hawks had even asked him over and over if it was a good idea. Dabi was stubborn, didn’t ever admit he was wrong.

He didn’t want to be left out, he didn’t want you and Hawks to get so close with one another that he would lose out and have no one. Maybe he did just deserve to be alone.

“Can I ask you something?”

You sat back enough to look at him, make eye contact, as best as you could with half lidded sleepy eyes. You nodded your head watching him tip the ash from the end of his cig out the window. He took another puff, brows furrowed, he looked like he was trying to figure out what to say to you.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t bullshit with me, you know I can tell when you lie” his voice was dark, the warning clear in the tone.

You sat up even straighter when you heard the edge to his voice, nodding your head slowly. Hands on his shoulders waiting for his question with far more attention then moments ago, the groggy feeling from sleep had drained from you, his serious tone having you on edge.

“If he” he nodded to the hero “Ever wanted you to do some fucking lame shit like get married or live with him.. would you?”

You hummed softly as you adjusted, slumping back against him, chin on his shoulder, he was ridged, tense, dreading your response though he would never admit it. Your hands gently ran up and down his bare arms, feeling where texture changed, fingers circling softly, drawing little patterns on him. Something you had learned soothed him.

“No”

“What?”

He hadn’t expected that reply. There was no hesitation, no reasons to why either just a straight blunt no. He flicked his used-up cig out the window, his hands pulling you back slowly so he could stare at you, he narrowed his eyes, reading your face.

“No?” He repeated.

“I got into this relationship knowing it was always going to be the three of us and even if I changed my mind about that later… I would just remove myself I could never take either of you from the other” You sighed and kissed his chin, reaching higher until you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Besides…”

Both of you looked over to where a very naked Hawks stood, stretching his arms above his head, wings twitching from his full bodies yawn. The large grin plastered on his face would suggest he had been awake longer then either you or Dabi had realized. The blond stood behind you, crouching a little as arms and wings cradled you and Dabi close to him.

“I’d never make them pick and I could never picture my life or bed without either one of you. I understand you have issues Toya but we’ve come this far and I’m not breaking the law for nothing” He laughed ruffling the Dabi’s hair earning a grunt and having his hand slapped.

“Exactly” You nodded.

“You know we love the dark brooding angst shit but come back to bed yeah?”

Maybe he did deserve more then he had been told all his life…

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[sirensmojo]

"KINDRED",5 - Tommy Shelby x Reader (x Alfie Solomons).

Warnings: Alfie is a warning, mention of abduction, swearing, guns, fluff & slight angst at the end.

Summary: You're an ex war-nurse reconverted as the leader of a feminist organisation. You join forces with the leader of the backstreet Birmingham gang, Thomas Shelby, to cut the head of the Fascist serpent, Oswald Mosley.

Word Count: 5K+

AN: Gina's family is totally OC as we know nothing about her in the show / POV alternate between characters' and Y/N's.

*Masterlist*

❰ ​Previous Chapter

*Margate, Solomons’ residence*

“Alfie!” You exclaimed. You were wearing a white woollen coat with fur around your neck, the same coloured futrzane at the top of your head flattening your finger-waved hair on each part of your face.

Under the woollen coat, you wore a light brown satin dress covering your full body with white high heels. Your look wouldn’t be complete without your blue stones jewellery collection of necklace and earrings. Your golden rings complimented her fingers above one of your white lace gloves.

That was the sound of your heels that made the man turn his head, his mind was elsewhere and he didn’t hear your call.

“Eh, eh, eh. Who that might be, huh, none other than Y/L/N.” He muttered to himself, squinting his eyes looking towards you.

You got closer to him and met with a frowning maid that looked at you with envy at the back of her eyes. You offered her a genuinely warm smile that let your white teeth out, which confused the maid.

“Glad to see you’re still breathing, Captain.” You reached to him.

You were always seemed to be open and all heart with women whereas you were the opposite with men.

“And what you be doing here, love? Thought I left you back in the smoke, innit?”

“Well I’m here Alfie, that war’s done, but there’s another one coming.” Y/N said outright. You stopped in front of him, took off the glove free of rings and passed your fingers through his hair, down to his cheek. Alfie remained silent as Y/N's fingers sprinkled his skin with sparks.

You grabbed his chin between your index and thumb, moving his head to the side, you were examining the damage that has been done to his right eye. “I met him.” You solemnly let out.

He already knew who you were referring to.

“He a fucking bookmaker, what you have with him?” He innocently let out, which made you chuckle a bit as you sat down on the sofa in front of him.

You clicked your tongue before slowly putting back your glove. “I love you, Alfie. There’s no bad blood between us but you know me. So don’t fucking try me.” Your threat was covered with an implied mention of your intertwined past, so you would reason with him with both reason and sentiment.

He grabbed the binoculars laying down next to him and raised it vertically towards the sea. “Fucking birds making noise all day annoying my peace of mind... If our mate didn’t shoot me I’ll be shooting ‘em, you know.”

“He was here before me, so you know he entered politics, Alfred.”

He glanced at you hearing his full name on your lips. No one but you ever called him that, and he had forgotten that habit of yours.

“I mean, he would’ve shot me anyway, right. But aiming right is free, innit?” He looked away. “Even at night, they be fucking screaming, mate. Try sleeping in some fucking screaming box.”

“You have trouble sleeping?” You snapped back, interested, catching the man's attention. He knew exactly what you were referencing to, shared memories about sharing beds during war.

“Not like that.” He got back to looking in his binoculars, choosing not to go on to that path.

“Not like that, huh?” You raised your brows at him, he had opened the gates and shall have what he asked for.

You let your coat fall on your arms, showing your naked shoulders and tilted your head. “We could still work it, like good old times, eh?” You teased the man, your Y/E/C piercing eyes not leaving his face.

Alfie didn’t even look at you. “Where’s your gun, Y/N?” He asked, presenting his palm to you, waiting. “Care to give it here for a sec?”

And without even thinking twice you grabbed your little gun from your shoulder holster under your coat and placed it in Solomon’s hand. You were watching his movements as he cocked the gun and aimed something outside the house you surmised to be the birds he was talking about.

“Thought you’d hand me one of your rifles, mad deceived ‘am now” He followed the targets with the gun without daring to shoot.

“War’s over, Alfie.” You put back on your coat and lit a cig before leaning backwards on the sofa, making yourself comfortable.

“Came in here telling me some war coming, now telling me it’s done…Come on, pick a struggle, love” He grumbled to himself as shifting his position.

“I lied. Actually, the war’s already here, and I have both feet in.” You raised your brows, smoking your cig.

“Me none.”

“Not yet.” You snapped back, getting up. “Look, Alfred. Margate’s not doing you any justice. Get back in business, come back to London.” You encouraged him. “You didn’t welcome me when I set foot in town. Didn’t even kiss me ‘bonjour’ *talking french* (=hello). I need my Captain back.” Your voice lowered on the last part as if you were pouting.

“Did you ever put your palm on one eye, eh? When child, you do that to see if life is any different seen by one eye or the other. You cover one eye with your palm and look fucking far away, yea. I used to do that often, you?” He stops what he was doing to glance at you, that was standing near him.

“No.”

“Well, life’s fucking different. Yeah” He nodded to himself confirming his story. “It really is, one eye doesn't show what you see with the other. I’m fucking blind, now. Can only see one side of life, can’t I?” He turned to you, staring. Under his confusing metaphor, he was talking common sense, and it wasn’t difficult for you to decrypt his code as you knew the character.

What he was saying was simple, the experience with Tommy & the Italians made him insensible to the things that used to interest him before. Business and power weren’t things he cared about now.

You silently nodded before sitting right next to him. You put a palm onto one of your eyes and looked to the sea, searching for the screaming birds. Once you found one, you rushed your hand under your dress, to the inside of your thighs, your hand came out with another gun that you pointed straight forward before shooting.

A bird’s helpless scream was heard before Alfie’s mouth opened. “Damn, woman. You still got this.”

“You just gotta picture what’s behind the black spot, Alfred. You fucking draw the lines in your head, because you’ve seen them. They’re here, somewhere in your mind, you just gotta draw them.” You muttered to his ear and he let out an “Um.” before trying to also shoot a bird.

(...)

When Y/L/N's foot touched the gravels of Small Heath’s ground, each women’s head turned to her as a disturbing silence spread over the crowd. She got out of the car when Lizzie opened her mouth, catching the attention of Polly, “He’s fucking her.” She spat with disgust, her eyes filled with jealousy and fear of losing Thomas once again.

Once a month, the peaky girls joined the reunion of women in Small Heath’s streets. This meeting's purposes were to one, show men that women, too, could gather, and second, to scare the institutions and politics about the numbers of women ready to fight for their rights. It was originally organized by Jessie Eden, a communist & feminist leader, but quickly was taken over by Y/F/N and her organisation.

Deleting the "communist" part of this meeting surely helped women gathered even more as they knew they weren’t directly taking sides in political matters, so the risk of getting arrested was low.

Polly’s eyes went from Lizzie to Y/N, who was shaking hands with some women wearing a soft smile along with a determined gaze. “Saw her once, going out of Tommy's office.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Every woman he be fucking went to his office.” She seemed fed-up, one of her feet angrily taping the ground back and forth.

“What business does Tommy have with a feminist?” Pol’ utterly murmured to herself, frowning. What was her surprise when she recognized the other woman coming out of the car, being none other than Ada.

The Thorne, initially Shelby woman, stood right next to Y/N, her brown hat set down on her finger waved hair. She wore her cream woollen coat with fur on her neck and ends of sleeves with pale rose heels. Her nails were bordeau-painted and complimented the red of her lips.

Polly never thought of Ada being interested in anything but communism, but here her niece was, and the thing that hit the Gray woman the most was that Ada seemed to belong there, talking to women and shamelessly shaking their hands. She wasn’t as reserved and distant as she usually was when around people.

“Let’s get out of here.” Polly started to walk away.

Lizzie frowned, “No reunion today?” She seemed relieved, she will not have to face the blonde woman that troubled her most lately.

“No reunion today.” Pol responded. She didn’t want to learn anything from Ada’s activities by spying, but she’ll surely try to draw it out of her later.

(...)

“You what?”

“Ada, sit.” You motioned to the nearest chair.

After the reunion, they both went to the house you bought for the organisation. It wasn’t big, nor elegant. It was a simple Small Heath’s house reconverted in an office.

If you wanted to stand a chance in changing the traditional standards toward women’s place in society, you needed to expand your organisation. You would put cabinets at each corner of the streets if needed. Women needed to know they stood a chance, they needed to know they weren’t alone in their battle and they needed to know they are protected, and that part, you made sure to honour.

“No, I’m not going to fucking sit. You didn’t talk about abducting somebody’s daughter, Y/N!”

Even if you didn’t have the police in your pocket, Tommy did, and their deal gave you the assurance you'll be able to run your business the way you wanted to. It was always better to have someone else command people to leave you alone than you using your high social status to get what you wanted. This way, if things went bad, it wouldn’t be you that’ll take the blame.

You sighed while raising your brows at Ada’s reaction. You pulled out your cigarette case and lit one that you handed her. Thorne took it and went to sit on the sofa, leaning her back to get comfortable.

“Damn, you’re just like him.” Ada let out, glancing at you who let out a “Huh?” of confusion.

You were intently looking at her as she also seated on the couch in front of you. You ignited yourself a cig and puffed on it, waiting for the other woman to process the information of you abducting Gina Gray.

“It’s like I’m in a meeting with Tommy.” She sighed. “It’s always about business and I can’t read him.”

In other words, you didn’t need Tommy to keep the police away from your activities, you could do it yourself if you wanted to. But taking care of this yourself meant to jeopardize each person in your organisation, and you couldn’t afford to risk it all.

“I saw you leaving the library with one of my women.” You blatantly let out, smoking your cig.

Ada frowned and shifted her position, she was uncomfortable. “She’s interested in communism.” She tried to defend herself as her cheeks reddened.

“I’m not judging you, I’m showing you it’s not always about business.”

“I was talking about you, not me.”

“This organisation is me, Ada, and you’re in it now. I know everything I need to know about it and I do everything I need to do for it.” You leaned towards the brown-haired woman.

In fact, it wasn’t at all about the expensive jewellery, nor the luxurious heels. It was about you having a family you cared about even if your kin weren’t blood-related.

Even if Ada understood what the woman in front of her meant, she couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, she heard this speech many times before, upon her brother’s lips. “Yeah, totally Tommy.” She tilted her head to the side. “You’re always avoiding the subject when I talk about him.”

“He’s not my business.”

“Lizzie would argue otherwise.” Ada raised a brow at you, meaning she knew what happened when you and Lizzie first met in Tommy’s office.

You chuckled, crossing your legs.

“What is it between my brother and you?” She asked.

“You’re bored, Ada. That’s why you want the details. Get back with that woman you found and spend time together, huh?” You dismissed the Shelby woman. And this time, Ada scoffed because Tommy once told her the exact same thing about her being bored.

You gained composure again and straightened back up, “You with me on that or what?” Your tone suddenly went serious again, and Ada’s expression changed.

“Why do you ask about my opinion, don’t you like giving orders all the time?” Ada teased the Y/E/C eyed woman. Y/L/N liked that about the Shelby sister, she was always pushy without being aware.

“Stop being petty, Ada. You’re more of a thinker rather than a doer.” She dismissed the remarks.

“So why do you want my help in the first place?” Ada pondered, confusion in her eyes. The things Y/N struggled to understand was how Ada didn’t see the potential that resided in her. She would always diminish herself and her power for some reason when Y/L/N thought of her as a force of nature that begged to shine.

“I just need that pettiness and fearlessness of yours. Like a kind of representative.”

“Of you?”

You shook your head. “Representative of the organisation.”

“It’s Michael’s wife and I’m a Shelby, meaning she’s family.”

“You’re a Thorne, Ada. And these fucking people out here don’t give a fuck whose side you’re on. They’ll kill you whenever they get the occasion to. I know you don’t like this, but it’s a Shelby I need on this field.” You were pointing your index at the windows, leaning toward Ada.

“You know Gina's people?” Ada exclaimed, raising her hands in exasperation.

You tilted your head to the side to confirm, your eyes deeply in Shelby’s.

“Am a Thorne or a Shelby on the field?” Ada raised a brow to you.

“Both are strengths.”

(...)

You were sitting at the counter of the Garrison, sharing a drink with Arthur when the doors opened on Tommy. You didn’t see him come your way, but Arthur did. He glanced at his brother and grabbed his own drink before joining people elsewhere ignoring your presence.

You looked at him, frowning, and that’s when you turned around you noticed Tommy’s presence. You rolled your eyes at him. “You like to scare off my dates?” You sat back down, sipping on your drink.

“I like the dress,” Tommy said, ordering a whiskey. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but God knows it was because of the look he gave you while entering the pub that Arthur went away.

“Yeah?” You questioned quite surprised Tommy noticed you weren’t dressed as usual. “It’s different from the suits.” You added, seeing he wasn’t going to pursue the conversation.

The blue-eyed man glanced at Y/N's drink. “You drink rum now?” He grabbed his cigarette case and ignited one before handing it to the woman that gladly took it, a smile on her lips. He lit another one for himself.

“You’re alcoholic enough to tell the difference between whiskey and rum without tasting it?” Your suave voice made him look at you as clenching his jaw at your remark, this was all you would get from him.

“I’ve met with Mr Solomons, I thought it was the least I could do to buy some bottles of his.” Tommy’s eyes that were staring at Y/N's lips went up in a hurry when hearing her confession.

“You did what?” Thomas turned so his body faced the woman, his eyes anchored deeply in hers.

He was never so sure about your intentions, nothing was ever sure with you, whereas it was your feelings or what was in your head. And your unreadable face didn’t help a bit.

“I’m drinking rum, now.” You raised your brows at him, cheerfully.

The warmth your smile ignited in him wasn’t enough to make him forget about what you just said. Tommy’s lids fluttered as he remained silent, blankly looking at you. He was aware you thought of Alfie to run the south, as well as himself, but he didn’t expect you to be so direct and visit Alfie Solomons that fast.

“Stop looking at me like that, Tommy. You knew about Alfred and me.”

A wave of questions flowed through his mind, from the tender tone you worded Solomon’s name to the hidden message behind your words. What did you mean by he and you? Something was screaming at him that your relationship went beyond business at a certain point.

His brows raised. “Alfred, eh?” He scoffed, turning back to the counter, puffing on his cig.

He suddenly remembered the war records, informations hitting him like thunderbolts. You were in the same section. Alfie was the Captain of a battery in the artillery where you were sent. You knew each other.

“I also made him talk about the little arrangement you didn’t tell me about.” You let out dismissively. You weren’t blaming him for not telling you he asked Solomons to send his men to create a riot when Mosley will do his speech, you simply voiced your surprise. You thought he trusted you and were deceived to discover that he, in fact, did not.

A minute that seemed to last centuries passed, and you glanced at him. You were silently smoking as he was deep in his thoughts, not even looking at you.

“Well, it seems I’m not aware, no.” His voice was deep and he coughed before drinking his whiskey, his icy eyes looking straight forward to him.

You squinted your eyes in confusion before realizing he didn’t listen to you, he was still on that Alfred thing.

“You don’t listen to me.” You got up, blankly looking at him.

Tommy feigned not to see you, but when you raised a hand to his that was leading his cup to his mouth, a shiver ran down his spine in anticipation.

Even if he wanted to ignore you or how you made him feel, his body betrayed him.

You tenderly grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm towards you. Your piercing eyes met with his cold ones, as you dangerously neared your face.

Y/N ended up connecting the tip of their nose before slowly teasing his lips with hers. He was looking into your soul hidden in your iris and you were doing the same, you were the same.

You might be using flirt along with charm to get what you wanted from men, but with Thomas, it wasn’t the same. He had the exact same hold on you that you had on him, and both could feel it when in an intimate moment.

Their intimacy wasn’t simply about sex, a hunger due to an innate desire or need, no. It began the minute they would shamelessly dive into the being of the other. When he was undressing your soul with the most usual look.

You ultimately sealed your pleading lips together, considering they stayed apart for too long. Their warm breaths intertwined as both of you forgot everything around you, this moment belonged to no other than you, this instant was yours.

You could pretend you weren’t emotionally involved as long as you wanted when alone. But you couldn’t lie when in front of him. You didn’t feel the need to. You could just be yourself, it was more than enough there, at the mercy of his fingers.

Out of breath you pulled away, you opened your eyes to Tommy’s one looking straight at you again, and that made you laugh. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your rare giggles.

Nothing needed to be said when your eyes were connected, as well as nothing needed explanation when your lips were sealed, you were him and he was you. The urge of feeling your inner worlds collide again, Y/N came kissing him some more, to Tommy’s greatest pleasure.

“I know about using Alfie's men.” You murmured without leaving his lips, and he nodded slightly.

“I knew you would find it one way or another.” He answered. One of his hands went to your back as he was fondling you with his thumb above the fabric, he pulled you closer to him as your fingers were passing over his lips in a tender way.

You hit his chest with your other hand, realizing he wittingly kept his deal with Alfie from you just so you would get a little mad. It was his way of teasing you about the fact you cared.

He was purring under your touch when the doors opened. Polly’s eyes directly dropped on Tommy and the librarian before quickly glancing around the pub, meeting with Arthur’s. They both marked a pause and looked back to the two bill & cooing birds...

It wasn’t Tommy’s type to be that open about his relationship with a woman, but Polly already knew what was in his mind. He was convincing himself it was solemnly business, as with the other women he works with, but she knew he was starting to fall in love without even noticing it.

You both got back to reality and pulled away when Pol walked to you, going back to your respective drinks as if nothing happened. She placed herself in between you two, forcing you to take a step aside.

Tommy coughed, looking into his drink as if there was the most interesting thing in there as Y/N grabbed her things, she then started to walk away. And without even looking back, she passed the Garrison’s door.

Polly was staring at Thomas, her words useless in this situation. He glanced towards her and quickly went back to drinking, he wasn’t going to have that conversation with her.

It was Arthur, coming back to the counter that brought up the previous display between his brother and the librarian, “See Polly, my brother got another singing bird.” He was smiling before encountering Tommy’s eyes telling him to shut up, making his smile fade.

“And what you think it is, Thomas? Business?” Her deep trembling voice made him close his eyes a long time as he sighed. “It is love, Arthur.” She glanced at the man behind the counter. “You’re brother’s in love.” She continued, leaning to Tom, dramatically making him know in what he trapped himself.

He opened back his eyes and firmly dropped his fist on the wooden board in a thud, coughing away her words.

The Peaky Blinders head drank from his drink before quickly glancing to the doors you passed minutes ago, lost in thoughts. And as he was sure to think with his head, Polly knew he was thinking with his heart.

(...)

The man was walking slowly, each of his steps was heavy as the whistling escaping from his lips echoed on the concrete walls.

Ada that was on the other side of the wooden door looked through the window, trying not to overthink this situation. Since her first day as a book counsellor under the management of Y/N's organisation, she was never given major tasks. Rather kept at the very back of everything illegal.

But these past few days, she noticed Y/N was taking her to the important reunions, and Y/N's right hand, Ana, had been ordered to introduce Ada to “the work” as Y/L/N called it.

She didn’t know why it was her that had to meet with Gina’s father as Y/N was the one knowing what she needed from him, but Thorne kept away any negative thoughts, focusing on what needed to be done.

The door opened and a tall man entered. He was wearing a creamy long jacket, beige pants. Under the jacket, Ada glimpsed a shirt topped by a Roman collar similar to the priests’. His arms were crossed in his back.

He was pretty imposing, with large shoulders. Even under the fabrics, his browny chest and body could be seen.

Her gaze went up to his face, encountering his deep hazel coloured eyes staring straight at her. He got little eyes, their corner dropping as if he was sad. But she knew this type of man didn’t feel that emotion. Even if his iris were warm coloured, his gaze was cold, almost as if he wasn’t alive anymore, his eyes didn’t shine, they were glassy.

All those informations made Ada nervously gulp, continuing to examine the man’s face.

He had thick straight brows and he wore his brown curly hair slick on the side, one curl falling down his forehead.

He didn’t close the door behind him and walked to her until he was inches away. “You’re not Y/N.” His deep hoarse voice worded. And his remark made her instantly roll her eyes at him.

“Just sat, already. Can I offer you a drink?” Of course, she wasn’t Y/N, if he knew her, he would know it wasn’t as simple as that to meet with her.

“I don’t drink.” He squinted his eyes.

“Well, I do.” She turned to the counter to pour herself some whiskey and gladly started to sip on it as going to sit down. On his side, the man was walking in the room, stopping himself from time to time to examine the objects and frames he was surrounded by. “Is this your house?” He was fidgeting with a woman’s body paperweight.

“Your daughter doesn’t seem to be delighted by the fact you’re here.” She let facing him head-on.

He turned to her as she was staring at his face fearlessly. He delicately dropped the paperweight and went sitting down in the armchair in front of the brown-haired woman that followed his every move with her gaze.

“How’s your son? Mrs--” He feigned to search for her last name, but Ada knew he wanted her to understand that whoever she might be, he could get to her and her family if he decided to.

Of course, it wasn’t Ada’s house, but everything was made to make him believe so. They put some of her personal photographs with her son along with other personal effects.

“Thorne. Ada Thorne. And my son’s alright.”

This way, he will think he has the advantage over her, and if he wants to try anything, this is this house that will be targeted. But in fact, this house was one of the many business properties Y/L/N owned in the neighbourhood.

“Oh my.” He chuckled, raising his brows. “She got political alliances.” He crossed his legs and leant backwards in the chair, his arms laying on each of the armrests.

“You’re interested in politics Mr Rice?”

The man gave a faint smile hearing she knew about him more than he knew about her.

“Everything’s politics, Mrs Thorne.” He raised his gaze to her. He wasn’t being pushy or aggressive, but the atmosphere around him was heavy. His presence made her uncomfortable, and if she wasn’t a Shelby, she’d be unable to face him and stand the stare.

She nodded to him, thinking he answered right.

“I’m no longer in business, Y/L/N knows that very well. I left my brother in charge, it is him you need to see.” He was choosing his words meticulously, and each sentence he spoke was filled with unsaid things.

Not only was he implying that Y/N might be incompetent cause she picked the wrong guy, but he underlined the fact it was a family business, meaning abducting his daughter, wasn’t the best idea.

For a second, she thought her boss may have committed an error by forcing this Mr Rice to come to England, but she was quick to understand he was trying to destabilize her.

“Did you come all the way from Chicago to tell me I need to address another man? Wouldn't it be more intelligent to tell that in a call? ” She raised a brow, and now she was the best match for this meeting.

The man remained silent as he was smiling again, understanding his strategy will not work with her.

“It’s not about a man, not your brother, not you. It’s about Gina, your daughter, using your own methods to manipulate her husband to take control of something bigger than her, something she couldn’t even manage to take care of if she succeeds at having it. But we both already know, in reality, it’s your brother using her.” She returned him his evil smile before tilting her head. Her words sounded like bombs in the man’s ears. Acknowledging the fact his brother might use Gina for his own needs made Mr Rice gritted his teeth as one of his hands clenched into a fist.

He had been trying to get into her head, manipulating her into believing their actions were useless and that nothing could be done about the plan his daughter and Michael had. But being a Shelby as well as a Thorne, Ada knew how to handle those types of people.

“Well, you saw right through me. I see now why Y/N chose you.” He raised both his hands in admittance of his defeat.

Even if the man in front of her seemed harmless, she didn’t want to stay alone with him any longer. He was peculiar, from the way he was standing to his aura, she knew Gina's father was a weasel. She could read in his eyes he was lurking for the moment she'd let down her guard to get to her.

“Now you will meet with her.” Ada decided it was the end of this interview, surprising herself into taking such a decision. Maybe Y/N wanted her to do something more?

She gasped when getting up, which helped her get her mind clear. She understood her role was to make him realize he wouldn’t escape until they have what they wanted from him.

She went to the table, writing an address, a day and an hour on a piece of tissue paper. She then walked to the bearded man and handed him the fabric.

“Now business can begin…” She paused, keeping him from taking the paper. He glanced at her, sighing. “And leave your shenanigans at the door for this meeting, bring your will to cooperate instead... She way worse than me.”

(...)

*Shelby Company Limited*

Tommy opened the door to his office, he intended to walk towards his desk when hearing a low voice. “Arthur asked whose side I’m on.”

He turned around to a curled up Polly in the chair at the corner of his dark office. She wasn’t facing him, her body was halfway turned, as well as her face, leading her to look at him with side-eyes.

He didn't need to ask her what she was talking about. Since the meeting where Michael offered to run the business family, taking Tommy's place, she was distant, as if thinking about her son's proposal.

Tom surmised tonight was the time she'll give her final answer.

It was raining, the wind violently slapped the windows as well as the raindrops, the outside storm perfectly reflecting the conflictual atmosphere settled between the two. The climate deprived the office of any light, but a shy desk lamp faintly illuminated the place.

He took off his black gloves, throwing them on the table separating them. He then sighed and went sitting on the chair, raising his gaze to her, waiting for her to continue to speak.

“There will be a war, and one of you will die.” Her deep trembling voice along with the lapping of the rain on the windows added to the dramatic atmosphere.

Tommy sighed, he knew she was right. He was, indeed, waiting for a war. “But which one I cannot tell.” Her black eyes were staring straight into Tommy’s blue one.

He let out a “Hum.” surmising she’ll not add anything else. He nodded to himself, “he’s gonna do it anyway.” he continued. It wasn’t a question, this would explain her presence in his office that late in the night.

“Yeah.” She responded.

“You should know, if Aberama takes his side I will kill him.” Tommy said upfront.

She looked down before raising her gaze to him again, “And what about me?” She wasn’t blinking, patiently waiting for the confirmation of Tom’s determination to stop her son.

Tom paused, he was aware she was trying to know his intention and he was debating within himself if he could afford to let her know.

“I’ll do what I have to do, Pol” He dropped his definite sentence, he didn’t move his stare or body a bit. He didn’t need to let her know how determined he was, it was already showing.

“Kill… And kill.” She sang with a low voice, slowly blinking. She seemed tired of this situation, as well as tired of it all.

“It’s the only way to make people listen” He nodded his head to the side as murmuring his words.

Since her near-death experience with the noose, she wasn’t the same Polly that he knew. She was only a mere shadow to the person she once was. But this time she seemed truly fed-up.

The thunder was rumbling outside when she got up with slow movements. The sound of her high heels nearing him mixed with the sound of the rain racing down the windows.

She grabbed an envelope as well as her drink. “Soon, you will have a stage to stand on. Millions of people will listen to you. And you will run the country like you run this family.” Her head was held high.

She was looking down on Tommy.

He knitted his brows, holding the stare even if he had to raise his head to meet her. “It appears to be what people want.” He nodded to himself, trying to convince him, or her of what he was saying.

“But not me.”

He blinked.

“Not anymore.”

He blinked again.

“My resignation.” She concluded while dropping the envelope on the table before him. She also put down the empty cup and looked at him some more before turning her back at him and walk toward the exit.

He stared at the empty space in front of him where the woman used to stand prior as he heard her steps receding. Tommy inhales deeply before sighing, dropping his head forward. Her words hit him as bullets would’ve. She was the only thing that kept him from losing his mind. Polly had always been more to him than what he ever showed, and the fact she let him down now did hurt him.

Tommy grabbed his gun from his shoulder holster under his suit jacket and looked at it while exhaling. He moved his hand, turning the gun on both sides, looking at it as looking at a let-out.

Nothing would stop him from founder now. He could embrace his demons and play how he wanted.

Following Chapter ❱

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[world-of-horrors-au]

Horrors AU - A Jealous Hand [Pruning Roses Ch 3]

Part 3 of the Briar vs Proxies series Part 1 Part 2 Ao3 Mirror Wattpad Mirror

TW: Violence, burns, drugging [though not fully detailed], torture [I guess?],  mentioned eye trauma, just... fucking Toby man. What a terrible person he is.

The door opened. Briar’s head jerked up.

She’d lost track of time. Maybe she’d even fallen asleep. There was no time in this closet, only a silent darkness, low scrapings in the wall and loud, distant laughter. Maybe this was punishment enough, trapped like an animal until her thoughts drove her insane.

Behind the figure was darkness, allowing Briar to see the woman without pain. The proxy, Kate, stared back at Briar, and it was impossible to tell if the dark circles under her eyes were natural or some kind of paint. Her hoodie was different, not like Jeff’s infamous one now, but one that zipped up. Still white, though, and left open, revealing a pastel blue shirt that said ‘invincible’ in all caps. Briar’s eyes fell to the woman’s hands, and the item she held.

Without a word, Kate tossed the plastic bag, bearing the name of a long vanished grocery store chain, into Briar’s lap. Briar looked into it. Her stomach rumbled. Food, still warm, in little plastic baggies.

“Eat all of it,” Kate said, and her voice held no emotion.

Briar looked up at her. Her mouth was watering, but her mind worried.

“What is it drugged with?”

Kate placed a hand on one hip. “Weakeners,” she said. “So you can’t fight back or break out of here until we’re done with you.”

A shiver went up Briar’s spine. “How do you know they work?”

“They worked on your boss Jeff,” Kate said. “And you’re a younger Horror than he was when we caught him.”

Swallowing, Briar looked down at the bag and its contents. Her stomach ached, like it did when she was a refugee during the War. She’d never wanted to feel that way again.

“If you don’t eat willingly,” Kate said, “I’m allowed to do whatever I want to make you.” She tilted her head back, her eyes cold. “What’s it gonna be?”

Briar exhaled. She looked at the bag, and ate. Wherever the drugs were in the food, whether in the sandwich or the fries, or in the bottle of water, she didn't taste anything. Actually, she barely tasted the food at all.

When she finished, Kate pushed away from where she leaned against the door.

"Don't bother throwing it back up once I leave. The drugs work fast and we won't feed you again if you do. Leave the bag on the floor, we'll pick it up after we move you."

Kate turned away, only to look over her shoulder.

"You're lucky Hoodie gave you to Masky," she said with a grim smile. "If it were me, I'd spend tonight seeing all the colors that pretty face of yours can turn."

The door shut, and the lock clicked. Briar listened to the footsteps until they faded away. She looked down at the bag in her lap and picked it up. Squashing it into a ball, she threw it as hard as she could into the wall across from her. It was better than nothing.

Briar pulled her legs into her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The darkness suffocated, she closed her eyes so she didn't have to see it. She let out a shaky exhale.

"I want to go home," she whispered.

If the guys were okay, would they come rescue her? If they were free, and intact, would they track her down? Would they find out who took her? Would they even be able to find this manor to take her back? Briar set her teeth. There was no telling how long the Proxies would keep her here. What if they never let her go?

She shivered. Her clothes weren't meant for temperatures like in this manor. She was dressed for summer nights spent around campfires, listening to insects and the laughter of loved ones. She didn't even have a jacket. If she asked for a jacket, would they have enough pity on her to give her one? Or was this just another form of torture?

Stop thinking, she told herself. Worrying won't save your life. You've been cold and hungry and desperate before. You can handle this.

I can handle this, she thought.

Pulling her arms into her short-sleeved shirt, she wrapped them around herself like she did as a teen. The rags smelled like dog as she laid down on them but they were still softer than leaves and grass. Closing her eyes to the darkness around her, Briar counted backwards from 100, picturing the shape of each number in her mind. Sleep didn't come easily, but it did eventually come.

Something cold wrapped around her wrists. A soft click reached her ears. Briar grunted, a similar chill wrapping around her heart as she awoke. Handcuffs, she thought. Her blurry eyes looked between her wrists, the door left half open, and the vague, crouching human shape in between her and the door.

Someone chuckled. Briar snapped awake. Toby.

"Morning," he said, and in the darkness she saw the smile on his face. "Did I wake you? Course I did. I thought you'd wake up when I opened the door, but you were sleeping pretty hard. Guess you haven't developed your war instincts yet."

He reached out a hand. Briar winced back, cringing as he patted her head.

"You'll be sleeping even better once Masky gets done with you," Toby said. "If I let him."

What was that supposed to mean? She really didn't want to find out.

"Wh… why are you here?" She whispered.

"What a good question!" Toby said with false approval. "Didn't say you could speak, though, but whatever. I'll let it go this time."

Toby reached into his pocket. Briar braced. Instead of a weapon, he pulled out a single cigarette and an old pewter lighter. He placed the cigarette between his teeth, and lit the end. Toby took a deep breath, and coughed, hard. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth as he coughed, Briar's eyes widening with alarm. After a deep breath, he laughed.

"He's gonna kill me when he finds out I took one of his cigs," Toby said. "Fucking whatever though. He owes me."

He shifted his legs, sitting cross legged on the floor. Toby tilted his head, and looked down at her. Briar swallowed

"I came because I wanted to see what Jeff sees in you," he said. "You know you're not the first Horror he's trained, right?"

Briar nodded. His lips curled up

"So he talked about me? That's good. I hope he's said nice things about me."

The man took another drag of the cigarette.

"I bet it's nice having a girl around, for Jeff and his gang. I haven't seen a girl Horror in… ages. A different perspective, a different hole…"

Toby lifted his head up and exhaled the smoke into the air. Briar's eyes watered at the smell.

"But let's be real here, Briar," he said. "There's no contest. Between you and me, I'm the better one. The better hunter, the better forager, the better lover. He's too stubborn to see it."

Sucking in a breath, Briar pressed back into the wall. No conversation that started like this was going to end well for her.

Leaning back on one hand, Toby sighed and took another breath on the stick. "He's so damn proud. He doesn't know it but he is. It gets in the way of everything. If he'd stop fighting God, everything would go great, for all of us. But he won't let go. He thinks he can fight God and win." He laughed lightly. "I used to find that arrogance attractive, but now, I just want to lock him up somewhere until he sees the light."

He looked down at her. "You get me, right?"

Briar shook her head. They'd told her Toby was insane but she never thought this was how it showed.

Toby rolled his eyes. "Kids. Can't expect too much out of you. You're, what, not even two years old yet? Pathetic." He tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette onto the floor. "If Horrors weren't sterile you'd have a use, but right now? No way. It would be better in the long run for Jeff to kill you."

Tears formed in her eyes. Briar grit her teeth against them and looked away. Jeff would never…

"He doesn't need another useless mouth to feed. You're two years old and you're a complete unknown. No track record, no enemies, no urban legends about you. Have you even killed ten humans? Five? Get real. When I was your age, I'd killed fifty. Well, give it take. Who was counting?"

"I'm not useless," Briar said, looking up at Toby. "Just because I don't have a reputation doesn't mean-"

His hand whipped out. Briar cried out in pain as his hand slapped her cheek. Her head hit the floor, sending more pain through her skull, and she bit down a desperate sob.

"Did I fucking tell you to talk?" Toby said. She heard him take another drag on the cigarette. "Anyway, like I was saying: people like you are better as compost. You'd grow great roses."

Briar closed her eyes. Maybe she could just shut him out…

"But I'm not allowed to kill you," Toby said. Briar's eyes opened. "Nobody is. God wants you left alive."

She looked back at him, hoping her eyes would say enough. The Slenderman wanted her alive? Why?

"I don't get it either." Toby tapped out the ashes again. "Far as Hoodie can tell, you're a part of some big plan. Or maybe he's gonna turn you into a proxy later." He shrugged. "Who knows?"

Her, a proxy? She shuddered.

Toby laughed. "Yeah, I hope not! That's gonna make all of this-" he waved the hand holding the cigarette around. "Really awkward, eh?"

He looked down at her, his smile turning into a predator's grin.

"Really, really awkward."

His hand snatched out again, digging into her hair and yanking her head back. Briar cried out, twisting. The rags she laid on curled into knots under her, and the slick floor didn't give her any help. She looked up at him, at his sharp smile, and her eyes widened. He was bringing the cigarette towards her face.

"No-" Briar said.

"Shut up," he said.

The cigarette was still red on the end, heat burning through it. Oh god, she thought. He's trying to put it out in my eye. Briar squeezed her eyes closed, jerking her head as much as she could. She felt the heat of it just under her eye and twisted her head up-

She screamed.

Toby twisted the cigarette into her cheek, putting it out on her skin. He pulled the butt away but she couldn't see what he did with it. Tears streamed down her face, hot liquid burning the singed flesh under her right eye. She sobbed. It hurt.

"Aww, I missed," Toby said. "That would've made you a lot more interesting as a person."

He dropped her hair and she hit the floor. Briar tried to swallow her cries. It hurt. It hurt worse than any burn she'd ever gotten. Worse than any stabbing she'd ever received. It hurt. It hurt.

"Oh, whatever," Toby said. "Not like I'm here trying to improve you anyway."

The punch rattled her teeth, pain shooting through her jaw. Briar opened her eyes. She thought, if I were human that would've killed me. It was the only thought she had before another punch followed.

Blood spilled from her nose, coating Toby's bare hands. He laughed and the sound pressed against the walls of her skull. Another punch, pain spilling through her upper chest. She gasped for air but it was too late, the next punch hit her lungs. Briar sucked in as much air as she could, and began to scream.

He didn't tell her to stop. If anything it felt like her screams encouraged him. The bruises formed moments after his fists landed. Her gut, her chest, her face, her neck. Briar screamed through the pain. She raised her cuffed hands to protect her face but he yanked them down, bruises forming under his fingers, and punched her nose until she heard the crunch. Pain merged with her mind until there was nothing left. Until there was nothing but her screams and the muted crack and crunch of breaking bones.

He's going to kill me, she thought, but she knew it was worse than that. He wouldn't disobey the Slenderman. He was getting her warmed up for the rest of her stay.

Her throat gave up. Briar slumped onto the ground. Through the darkness she saw Toby raise his fist again.

Another hand caught it.

"Toby! What the fuck are you doing?!"

Her head was full of blood, but she recognized the voice. Briar watched, gasping for air as the second person threw Toby back away from her.

"Oh. Hey Masky," Toby said, impossibly calm. "You're back early."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Masky shouted. "What the hell did you do to her?"

"Don't be so pissy," Toby said. "I wasn't gonna kill her. I was just having some fun. What, don't you like your meat tenderized? She'll probably be healed up in a week and it'll be like nothing happened."

"You bastard," Masky hissed. "You waited until I was gone to break in here. You wanted me away so you could fuck her up, and for what?"

Toby didn't answer. Briar looked at the ceiling.

"For what Toby?" Masky shouted. There was still no reply. "... Are you jealous?"

"Fuck you!" Toby shouted, anger in his voice. "Fine. Fine. I'll take my cuffs and get out of here. But you should know better than to get attached. We're not keeping her."

"I don't want her as a pet anyway," Masky snapped.

Toby grumbled something, but she heard him stand up. Briar closed her eyes and lay limp. His fingers were sticky with blood from her nose, but they forced the cuffs off anyway. Toby made a sound like he was going to say something to her, but he seemed to change his mind.

Briar opened her eyes and looked up as he walked away. Toby vanished through the door, but Masky lingered. She couldn't see his eyes through the mask even without the tears still falling from her eyes. For a moment, she almost thought Masky was going to say something. But he shook his head and closed the door behind him.

In the darkness, alone, Briar closed her eyes again. She sobbed. Oh god, it hurt it hurt it hurt. The pain burned through her, throbbing and aching and swelling. There wasn't a single part of her that didn't hurt, even her legs.

The tears came again, flowing fresh down her face. Briar tried to pull her limbs into her body, but doing that just made it all hurt worse.

"Eyeless," she whispered. "Jeff. Guys. Help me."

I miss you, she thought. I miss you all so much. I wish you could hear me.

But no one could hear her. No one but her.

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[quixotic-writer]

Light My Cigarette?

Request: @friedduckprunecalzone

song inspo: Strawberries and Cigarettes - Troye Sivan

Summary: Sal decides to go out for a smoke at a house party but forgot a lighter, but a stranger is willing to help him out. His cigarette won’t be the only thing igniting tonight though.

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“Fuck I need a cig.” I say quietly to myself as I look around to find the closest exit to the house. Among the flashing lights and sweating bodies, I push my way through with constant apologies spewing out of my mouth with each person I bump into. I make my way out of the stuffy room and am relieved with the refreshing crisp late night air.

I’m not a monster, I would never smoke inside of the house, especially not someone else’s house. I pull out my pack of cigarettes from my pocket, flip the top open, and place one of them carefully between my lips. I check my pockets for my lighter but I can’t seem to feel around for it.

“Fuck.” I say frustrated as I pull the cigarette from my mouth.

“Need a light?” Before I could fully put the cigarette back into the pack, I look to where the voice comes from. A guy with shaggy hair and soft eyes stands there looking at me. His arm outstretches and offers up a lighter.

“Thanks.” I place the cigarette back into my mouth and watch as the orange dancing flame ignites the end of it. I take a deep breath in watching as the end of the cigarette burns a beautiful amber color and feel as the smoke slowly trickles in. It burns the back of my throat in the best way and I feel my nerves begin to ease. I exhale and watch as the cloud of smoke slowly dissipates. “Name’s Sal by the way.” I flick away the ashes off of the end and look back to the gentleman stood before me, he’s kind of cute i’ll admit.

“Quinn. Friends call me Q though.” He smiles and leans his back up against the side of the house next to me.

“Nice to meet you Quinn, you out here for a smoke too?”

“Nah, I don’t smoke. Just out here for some fresh air and a good view.” He winks over to me and I half choke on the air I was breathing. He starts chuckling at my miniature fit and his voice rumbles in my ears in the best way.

“Not a smoker but has a lighter, that’s not weird at all.” I take another long drag off of my cigarette. “It’s probably better for you this way though, this is my nasty habit. I’m not proud of it.”

“Well maybe I don’t smoke, but maybe i’m a pyromaniac and that’s why I have a lighter.” He shoots a crazed look to me and I laugh as I blow out another cloud of smoke.

“With eyes like those, i’d guess you’re too soft to be a pyromaniac.” I fire back with some flirtatious attitude. He blinks a couple of times almost as a way to acknowledge the compliment and remind himself that they are in fact a feature on his face. He smiles and I felt my heart palpitate. I finish off the last puff of smoke and crush the butt of the cigarette under my foot.

“You wanna ditch this party and go on an adventure?” He looks at me with a questioning look on his face and a smile that said he knew what my answer was gonna be. We both look back to the front entrance that was barely cracked. Inside were strobing disco lights, a pool of sticky hot bodies melding together on the makeshift dance floor, and blaring music that made my chest thump with every beat and would definitely damage your ear drums.

“Go back into a gross party with sweaty drunks or get lost with a possible pyromaniac who let me use his lighter.” I pause and scratch my chin dramatically which gets a good laugh out of him. “I’m kidding. Let’s ditch this place! You seem pretty cool.” We both walk out onto the sidewalk and the sounds of the party begins to fade behind us as we stray further and further away.

We get into his car and we were off on the road to who knows where. We talked about our favorite music until he rolled down the windows and blasted his music, we both sang along not caring who could hear us. He was a complete stranger but I had never felt more connected to someone, it felt like I was supposed to meet him.

We continued along the barren midnight roads of Staten Island, cigarette in my finger tips and smoke pouring out of my window. Every time I looked over to Quinn, there was just something hypnotic in his eyes, and that little smirk he had tugging at the corners of his lips hooked my heart in.

“So Casanova, where are you taking us?” I finally question, practically yelling over the music. He reaches for the volume and turns it down a few notches.

“Just to my favorite place in town.” I should feel nervous that he’s gonna kill me, but I trust him in a weird way. Maybe because I have let my guard down he most certainly WILL kill me. But I shrug my shoulders, at least i’ll die in the hands of someone cute.

Soon were in an empty parking lot to what I assume is a park of some sorts. We get out and he takes me by the hand and guides me up on a hill.

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely gonna kill me aren’t you?” I joke. He rolls his eyes and we both sat down on the cool grass and look up to the sky. What I saw took my breath away: It was so poorly lit in the park that I could see the entire sky light up with speckles of light for once. Stars as far as the sky could reach, endless combinations of constellations that glistened beautifully.

“My favorite place. Away from people, away from commotion, tranquil.” He says quietly. Our hands were at our sides and I feel the warmth of his palms smooth over the top of my head. I look down and my eyes trail up to his and my cheeks heat up. I haven’t blushed because of someone in so long. It felt so right.

Our bodies lean in closer to each other and we allow everything to unfold naturally. Were kissing under the light of the moon and the stars. It was warm and inviting, sweet and simple. We pull away and our eyes flutter open and he snickers.

“What? Am I that bad of a kisser?” I say smiling as well because of his contagious laughter.

“No, not at all. You just taste like strawberries and cigarettes.” Fuck. I forgot all about my nasty smokers breath, but at least my strawberry chapstick made up for that.

“That just gave me another reason to quit smoking. Can’t be kissing hot guys tasting like an ash tray.” We both laugh together and continue to look up to the stars. We trace pictures with our fingertips in the sky, playing connect the dots with each radiating sparkle in the sky. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling myself growing tired.

“Maybe I should take you home.” He says as he helps me up off of the grass.

“But I don’t want tonight to end.” My shoulders slump and I pout a little. I truly didn’t want such a peaceful night to end, and I wanted nothing more than to spend more time with Quinn. We start to tread through the grass and back to the parking lot.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to do this again then, huh? Only if you’re up for it though.” He looks over his shoulder to me and I felt my heart stop. I grow bashful and feel myself trying to find words to speak but i’m far too flustered.

“I... I just... I... Of course... I would love that.” I finally get it out of my system and just give him a goofy shy smile.

“It’s a date then.” We both are sat back in his car and he takes me home, but now it was calm and quiet. I looked out the car window and looked to the sleeping neighborhood. We pull up to my home and I groan a little. I was comfortable in the seat, and it also meant that I would actually officially call it a night. Before I could leave the car he pulls me in for one final kiss. “Glad you took a chance on the potential pyromaniac?” He smirks against my lips.

“Only if you’re glad that you took a chance on the guy that tastes like strawberries and cigarettes.” I get out of the car and walk to my front door.

“Text me tomorrow, I want to see you again soon.” I turn my head back to him and I nod my head and smirk. His car disappears into the night and i’m left alone in my house. I take everything out from my pockets and throw it onto a dish on the counter. Spare change, Quinn’s number, and my pack of cigarettes. I stare at it in my hands and hesitantly dump them into the trash.

It’s gonna be a hard habit to kick, but it’ll be worth it. There’s a lengthy list of reason why I should and will quit, Quinn just happens to be one of them now.

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[sub4bondage86]

(Stories found on Slaveboys - amupfurit)

I sit here writing this wearing white Adidas trackie bottoms, white McKenzie T-Shirt, Air Max Cap and Lacoste trainers, smoking, with a chastity cage on and a large black butt plug lodged firmly up my ass.. Ned-Slave Well, where do I start? I’m Dan, 20 years old from Glasgow in Scotland, kinda tall at 6ft, got dark hair and eyes and a great body, if I do say so myself! I was considered a bit of a scally, or Ned as they’re called in Scotland, always walking about with trackies, Lacoste trainers and a fag in my mouth. I got on well with my pals, all lads, proper lads, we got wrecked every weekend and ended up doing shit that really wasn’t cool; vandalism, happy slapping, etc. Sex talk didn’t really come up in day to day conversation with the lads, sometimes our pack leader, Jamie, would tell us of the bitches he had taken over the week and the others would all act impressed and cheer him on whereas I just smiled and lit up a fag or kept myself distracted to not look like the pussy I was... I’ve been into kink for a while now, looking on various websites to get my kicks out of other ‘slaves’ being used and abused, thinking to myself how great it would be to be put in bondage, even for just a little while. From my mid-teens I found myself looking less and less at girl porn, and more at guy porn, but I had fooled around with girls in the past and have had my fair share of pussy mostly just to keep the guys impressed and to stop the torrent of abuse the other guys who seemed to never get any action got. I had convinced myself I wasn’t ‘gay’ but I knew that I needed to be dominated by another man. I had looked and tried to get hard at Femdom stuff, but it just wasn’t for me, I couldn’t see me being used by a woman and from what I had seen most of them seemed pretty desperate, but I guess I didn’t look too hard cause I knew deep down that only a man could make me feel the way I needed to feel! It was my secret taboo and no one could find out, regularly deleting all my history and cookies, making sure there was no way my older brother Cameron could see, even if he did manage to log on as me. Cameron was not only my older brother, but my guardian as our parents had left some time ago, and despite being in and out of homes, Cameron took me in as soon as he could and we set up home together, 2 brothers having a great lads time in Glasgow. The house really was the party central in town, with mine’s and Cammie’s pals coming round most weekends for a good ol’ booze up. One weekend, a good few months ago Cameron was away at his girlfriend’s house, so I took this as prime time to have a major wank session while browsing the internet, trying to find a master or someone kinky to go on cam with. I’d told all my pals I was away with Cammie for the weekend, so had from Friday morning til Monday night to myself and man, was I looking forward to it! I finished work at the builders at 3 and went straight back to the house, sat down at the computer with a bottle of beer and a pack of fags to see me through the night. I found a website and quickly made a profile to see what it had on it. Wow. It was awesome. I didn’t realise there were as many guys out there into the same stuff. Some of it was pretty wierd for me though, guys pissing on each other and stuff like that I could never find a turn on. I read some of the forum messages, and man was there some horny stuff. I quickly had a look to see who was online and messaged a guy quite local to me in Glasgow... “Awryte man, nice pics, wud luv 2 get sum action wi u!” I clicked Send, and for some reason I was nervous. It was the fucking internet! He didn’t know anything about me apart from what was on my bare profile, age and location! Why the hell was I nervous. I got a reply quickly. “Boy, you will call me Sir from now on, I am not ‘man’ or ‘m8’, I am Master and you will treat me accordingly. Now boy, do you have a way for us to chat like MSN? If so, I want you to send me your user name immediately.” I got an instant boner when I read that, this hot sounding 25 year old with great pictures was telling me to send my MSN username to him. I lit up a fag and had a quick look around the site before another message popped up “Boy, I don’t take time wasters lying down, either message me your MSN now or never contact me again”. I kinda laughed but thought what the hell and sent him my e-mail address and waited. Just after I put out my first smoke I was messaged on MSN by ‘Master T’: “So boy, why haven’t I seen you on here before?” I explained to him I was new to this and was having a look around to see what I was interested in and maybe have a wank over cam. I explained that I was straight but was curious to find out more about this lifestyle and so far I was pretty turned on. “Very good, a newbie boi for me to break in! U look good boi...” I shat myself, how the hell did he know what I looked like? I started looking around me to see if there was someone looking or any hidden cameras like on the TV shows. I messages him back “LOL man, how the hell u know if I look good? “BOI, U will address me as Sir or master, and Mr Ford, I know everything” By now I was freaked out, he knew apparently what I looked like, but hell.. He knew my surname! I lost the horn and was shaking a little, wondering how this pervert had found out my sir name without me telling it to him. “Sir how do you know my surname? Please tell me or I’ll block you and that’s it!” There was no reply for a good 5 minutes, I was sweating and was swithering on blocking him and hoping it was a really good bluff! He replied and I just about jumped out my seat... Not only did he know who I was, but he had access to all the lads and my pals! “Facebook boi!” Shit what an idiot I had been, I had given him my real e-mail address which I used for everything, Insta, Twitter, facebook! Everything! I didn’t reply, I was shitting myself, what if this guy was going to out me in one go to all my pals? What if he was going to harass me or contact my brother!

“Well boi, get on cam, I want to see my new boi live! Don’t worry, if you please your new master, no one will ever find out. Trust me boy, Im not an old perv, I’ll show you my cam too.” Somehow, this eased my nerves a little. This guy probably didn’t want to be found out either and what the hell, if he did try anything I would just get the police involved. I clicked the send camera button and within a few seconds he sent his and my, oh my, he was stunning. He was muscled, with blonde hair and great blue eyes, he had a cool tribal tattoo similar to mine on his arm and both his nipples were shining with the little silver rings hanging through them. I got hard again and told him he was amazing looking. He looked like an Abercrombie model, only with a wild streak! “Good boi, now, tell ur master what you are into!” I told him I had been looking around the site and loved the look of cages and collars, even the handcuffs and masks looked horny. I explained I wasn't into getting fucked and I wouldn’t suck another dude’s dick for anything. I lit up another fag and told him a bit more about me and asked him what he liked and what he has done in the past. “Boi, I love getting wee ned fuckers like you all chained up and doing things to them beyond their wildest imaginations. Do you have any gear boi?” I asked what gear was, to me it was dope, but how wrong I was... He asked if I had any toys, anal toys! Any handcuffs or tape? I explained I really was new to this and only had handcuffs on once before, and that was after being in a fight on Argyle Street! I was still hard as a rock, sitting here like a faggot looking at this hot guy talking to me about dildos and things called butt plugs. He told me he had to go for an hour, but to research about kink and hopefully open my mind to the things he was going to do to me. I was wanking slightly and he said not wank or touch my cock before he came back. I said OK and started doing my homework for this amazing guy! I started looking around the site some more, reading the forums and trying to find out more about this new found fetish of mine. I read about loads of positions, different gear that guys use and looked at more photos of guys chained up with their cracks’ stuffed with dildos and these plug things. I googled most of the gear and found some sites that sold stuff and man, I didn’t realise there was so much and so many sites that sold them, it was amazing. I found it hard not to touch my dick which was tenting up through my trackie bottoms but just kept lighting up fag after fag to keep my mind (and hands) off my cock. Messenger popped up again, “Well boi Dan, how’s the research coming along?” “Hi Sir, Done loadsa lookin aboot n its aw fuckin horny stuff. Here, u got ne of it?” Master T replied instantly, “More than you could ever realise boi, and you are going to get to try it all out! Now get back on cam!” I quickly turned the camera on as I lit up another fag, shit, I only had 5 left, I wasn’t going to be able to make it through the night chatting to this stud with 5 fags! “Boi, smoke that cig quick, inhale each and every drag well, stand up, then strip. In that order. Go!” I puffed as quick as I could pulled the smokey goodness into my lungs, stubbed it out, stood up and stripped quicker than I ever had before. Fuck, what the hell was I doing? Stripping to another bro on a webcam, it seemed so fucking wierd but man I was as horny as hell and with my dick pointing straight up, I quickly realised he knew I was horny too. I typed to him, still standing, leaning over the keyboard, “ Like wot u see man” then quickly changed man to Sir! before hitting enter. “Yes boi, but it will be better to see you in real life. When are you free for me to train you up real good?” I asked him how he meant by train and he referred me to some of the pictures on the site and on another site while explaining that soon, very soon, I would be his trained cock slave. Reading what he said and looking at the pictures only made me hornier and my twitching cock gave it away. “We’ll need to get that greedy cock locked away too boi, can’t have my boys wanking without Sir’s direct permission...” I laughed out loud thinking it was a joke and Master T clearly saw this on cam. “That was NOT a joke boi, I have a CB-6000 waiting for you and you WILL be locked up until I say otherwise. Kneel down.” In my complete ignorance I asked what a CB-6000 thing was and kneeled on the floor in-front of the computer. I was still horny as hell even although this guy had managed to find out everything about me in not such a long period of time and have me do what he wants without him actually forcing me to. He replied saying I must not have done my homework well enough and not to worry cause I would be having it on very soon! He asked once again when I was free to come over. I quickly said, stupidly, that I was free all weekend.

“Excellent boi, I will be training you!” I started rubbing my dick again, hoping he wouldn’t see. Man I was horny, but I was nervous as hell about talking about this training. Over the past few hours I had learned so much and truly realised how much it got me horny. “Leave your dick alone boi, you will be punished! What’s your phone number?” I read his comment and instantly let go of my dick, this guy really did have power over me, and he didn’t even need to remind me that he could out me instantly if he wanted, but it didn’t bother me. I wanted, for some stupid fucking reason to let this guy tell me what to do and make me do it. “Eh sir, I dunno if I wanna give oot ma number the now” “OK boi, thats fine, who do you want me to tell that ur a little bitch to a man first?” I got nervous again and changed my mind, its only a number, I could change it if things got wierd and I wanted to call it off. I sent him my mobile number and started staring at my phone, excited and nervous about him calling or texting me. “Good boi! Now, I am going to phone you, you are going to pick up and we are going to discuss what time you are to meet me and what I want you do to beforehand.” “Awrite sir, no bother!” The phone rang and despite me knowing it was coming I just about jumped up with the fright, my heart was racing as I went to pick it up “Private Number”. “Good boi” His voice was gruff but soothing at the same time. “Now, while on cam, stand up and turn around, bend over and spread your crack for me to see whats now mine!” I didn’t say a word but did exactly as he wanted. He told me again I was a good boi, this pleased me more than I expected and was still hard as a rock. He told me what to do before meeting him and we talked about where I was in relation to him in Glasgow. Turned out he was only 5 minutes by car away from the centre so I could meet him in town and go back to his with him. “Boi, I want you to go to a sex shop and buy the following items, a large butt plug, lubricant, and a vibrating cock ring” “Yes Sir” I replied, thinking where the nearest sex shop was. He hung up and told me on messenger to turn off my cam and get going, and that he would text me further details. I lit up another fag as the first text came through: put your trackies back on, make sure u r as neddy as possible and get going. I finished my fag and replied Yes Sir, just leaving the house. I went on google after I got dressed and found a gay sex shop not too far from me and the city centre and found out how to go there. I was nervous, yet horny as hell. I left the house, wearing my tracksuit, a white cap, reebok classics, with only my fags, lighter, phone, keys and wallet on me... I walked round to the city centre, took ten minutes and started having second thoughts, man this guy could fuck me or make me suck his dick, eugh! I was into the domination, but wasn’t so keen on getting my arse violated. I made my way to the sex shop, looking all around me to make sure there was no cunt I new about before entering the shop. I was blushing and just about jumped out my skin when the shop helper offered me some help. “Eh, erm, aye man, just gettin some stuff for me n ma burd tae use! She’s into this kinky stuff like!” He sniggered, and clearly new my ‘burd’ was a man. I was red as a post box and started getting hard, I hoped he wouldn’t notice, but my bulge was clear through my CKs and white trackie bottoms. I pointed out a plug, and a cock ring with a vibrating egg attached and got some lube. He packed it all and I paid in cash to be discreet as possible. I walked out the shed as coy as possible with my cap pulled down and face down so not to be seen. I looked at the bag, SHIT! There was a muscled man’s silhouette on the bag! I had to walk with this bag, trying to keep with to side streets to try and avoid people. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, a text... “Now boi I assume you have made your purchases, I wont be meeting you in town so head to Central Station and get the train to Bridgeton, but first, stop in the toilet and remove your pants and dispose of them. If they are on when you get here, you will be punished. Text me back when they’re off.”

Holy fuck! This guy was serious and I didn’t seem to have a chance to meet him before going to his, plus I had to walk along one of the busiest streets to get the train. I was going to get on at another stop closer to me, but realised there was no bogs and nowhere to take off my knickers. I started walking briskly towards the station with my head hung low and lit up a fag. Shit, last one! I nipped into a wee shop on the way and got some, fuck there was some wee neds in the shop doing the same thing. I waited behind them in the queue while they bought their cigs and then got mine, not before one of them pointed at my bag and started laughing and telling his mates what it was. I was so embarrassed, even the shop keeper was sniggering as he handed me over my 40 fags and change. I left the shop and headed to the station, lighting up yet another fag en route to calm my nerves. When I got to the station I saw the train was leaving in 6 minutes, so quickly went to the toilets, locked myself in a cubicle and took my pants off. I thought about putting them in my bag for later, but realised I might be caught by Master T and though otherwise. I walked out the toilet and dumped my underwear in a bin before jumping on the train just before it pulled away. My phone buzzed again, this time a picture message. It was him, Master T, completely naked with handcuffs in his hand, the message read, Im just leaving for the station, you better get on a train soon. I replied instantly, just on the train Sir, be there in 5 mins. I started getting hard again, the train was busy and I had to stand, fuck! I was aware of people staring at me, my bag and now, my raging hard-on poking up through my nylon trackies. Nervous as I was, thinking of this meeting with a guy I barely knew for my first male-male experience was turning me on so much! The train announcer came over the tannoy: Next Stop, Bridgeton. My stop. My stomach was churning, my head was spinning and I was bright red with embarrassment but I knew I couldn’t turn back now, he would probably be waiting for me at the train as I got off. The next two minutes seemed to take an age to go by, then finally, the train stopped and I was at Bridgeton. For those of you who don’t know, Bridgeton isn’t the nicest part of Glasgow, its full of other neds like me, but harder, with teeth missing and shit like that, I wasn’t too comfortable with getting off with this hard on and bag in hand, but I did as I needed and stepped out into the cold air. I looked around and fortunately there was no one around, including Master T. I text him saying that I had arrived and asked what he was wearing to help me identify him. I never got a text back for a couple of minutes, I started worrying that he wasn’t going to come and I would have to make my embarrassing journey back to my house, underwear-less and horny. Then, a blue Audi RS4 pulled up beside me and I saw him for the first time in the flesh, he rolled the window down and shouted, get in the back boi, now!

I opened the door and climbed in, sitting opposite him in the back of the car. It smelled of smoke, leather and male musk, “Hi boi, glad to see you didn’t ditch on me like the other fuckwits I have had try it with me.” I laughed nevously, “Yeah man, eh, Sir! Nice motor!” He reminded me that I was to call him Sir, or Master T all times and I would be punished if I didn’t. I was still horny as hell, but worried about my fate. This guy could kill me for all he wanted and there would be little anyone could find out, I had deleted all my history. My mind was racing but deep down I knew he was all right. The guy was stunning, even better in real life. I kept staring at his face as he told me the journey was short, but he wanted to examine me before we went to his place so we were going to a deserted industrial area for him to check me out. He threw back a pair of handcuffs, proper police ones with the black plastic mould in the middle so they couldn’t be moved. “Put them on, tight!” I did as he said and was now trapped in his car with my hands cuffed between the seatbelt strap. I couldn’t get out if I wanted, not that I did. This was the horniest thing I had ever done. We drove in silence for 10 minutes, I wanted to ask him so many questions but he had told me not to speak without permission. Finally we pulled up outside a warehouse and he leaned back to undo my cuffs after pulled my trackies down over my knees. “Good lad, you followed my orders, my, my your a big boy!” I laughed again, trying to hide my embarrassment. He ordered me out the car, and told me to recuff behind me back, with my trackies lying at my ankles. I hobbled out and stood there in all my glory half naked. He revved the engine and moved the car off, I panicked and started hobbling towards the moving car, falling flat on my face, with no hands to stop my fall. I picked myself up, glad to see the car had stopped and saw him laughing at my trip. Master T climbed out the car with a cigarette behind his ear. “Thanks for the toys and smokes boi, all mine now!”. I spoke up, “Can a have a smoke please Sir?” “ I told you not to speak without permission boi! But as you are new to this and you asked so politely, you may” He pulled out my smokes and put one in his mouth and one in mine before lighting them both. I didn’t have free hands, so had to dangle my cig in my mouth while he walked around me checking me out, occasionally slapping my ass and feeling my abs. I was quite uncomfortable with him touching me, but my dick was more than happy. After he had thoroughly checked my body out he stepped back and nodded, taking a deep drag of his fag. “You’ll do boi!”. I felt so degraded and used, and I had a niggling feeling this was only the start. I finished dragging on my fag and spat it out. He commanded me back to the back of the car and opened the boot, “Get it, now!”. I stammered, “eh, whit?!!” Smack! He had hit slapped me hard on the side of my face. I was stunned, I must have started weeping. “Fucking pussy, get in the boot”. I whimpered, “Yes Sir” and tried to throw my self into the boot, which luckily for me had a blanket to land on. He grabbed my legs and tucked them in, “It’s only going to be a 5 minute drive boi, stop greeting and get a grip, you’re about to have the best weekend of your life, and so am I!” I felt comforted by his words and pulled myself together as the boot lid shut, the engine started and I lay there as the car was pulling away. I was scared, but excited. I had the biggest boner I had ever had and I was looking forward to jerking off when I got the chance, with my hands cuffed still behind my back it wasn’t possible and with it being so dark and confined I couldn’t manoeuvre them to my front to have a fondle. For the duration of the journey I just kept quiet lying in the boot, not quite sure what to think. I was awestruck by his attitude, demeanour and sheer manliness. After what seemed like a good hour (probably only 15 minutes), the car stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief. We were here, wherever here was. The boot was flung open and Master T lifted me out the boot. He quickly slung a blindfold over my face before I got a chance to take in my surroundings, which seemed like a generic housing estate. He grabbed my cock and started walking me to what I assumed was his house. I was strangely at ease for a man to be holding my cock, nay; I was aroused even more by it. I heard a door open and I carefully stepped up into the room.

“Welcome to my humble abode boi” Master said “Now, kneel down and open your mouth.” I did as he said as he closed the door, and I heard multiple locks turning. I opened my mouth and felt something hard, like a small tennis ball being shoved in my gob and something being strapped behind my neck. After some fiddling, Master stepped away and I tried to push the ball out my mouth with my tongue with no avail, it must have been one of the ball gags I had seen on the site, man, I grew even more horny! Then I felt something cold round my neck, “Boi, you will wear this for the duration of the weekend, and even longer if I feel it needs to be worn in public.” I heard a lock and realised I had been collared. I was now owned. “Kneel down boi”. I knelt there with a metal collar round my neck, a rubber ball gag planted firmly in my mouth, a leather blindfold on and my hands cuffed behind my back. I was as hard as a rock, but nervous to find out what was going to happen next. “Now boi, I am going to get you ready for a weekend of servitude, and fun before I release you back to your home comforts” Master T was laying out his plan, “ I don’t expect to be questioned and I don’t ever want to hear No as your first answer to any question I may ask you, of course when your gagged like that I don’t suppose you will be the conversation starter anyway.” He laughed. Master T whipped off my blindfold, the light hurt my eyes a little, but I was delighted to see him in his masculine form towering over me like a god! “Follow me boi” I went to stand up to follow him up the staircase in front, but Master T barked back “I did not give you permission to stand up slut, crawl!” I quickly jumped back down onto all 4s and struggled to ascend the stairs behind him with my hands cuffed. I must have looked some sight! Master T opened the door to the bathroom and pointed for me to go in, he instructed me to get in the bath, face up and to close my eyes. Once again, the leather blindfold was applied. Shit this was horny! Shit, is he going to drown me? I panicked and jumped up, only to be pushed back down by Master. “ Fuck sake boi, stay still, I’m not gonna kill ya! Relax, and trust me”. His manly, calm demeanour eased me a little and I sunk back into the bath. I felt his touch on my arms and the right cuff was removed. It was then clipped to the bar on the left side of the bath. “Be right back boi”. I was now cuffed to the bath unable to see or speak, and my boner was still raging. I must be sick. "Don't dare touch your cock!" I heard Master leave the room and listened some extensive fumbling around in the room next door, what the fuck was he doing in there?! I didn't touch my cock incase I got too excited and shot my load, which given my predicament wouldn't have been a good move. Finally, Master came back, I could smell cigarette smoke, damn I needed a fag! I heard metal knocking together, just lightly, and then my right arm was cuffed to the right side of the bath. Totally unable to move now! “Right boi, slave prep stage 1 begins” Master laughed, then blew some smoke in my direction. Aghh, this was torture; the smoke, the suspense, my raging boner not being touched! I felt something cold being squirted on my pubic area; I didn’t have a lot of pubes to begin with as I trimmed them down, but I knew what was coming… I was 100% right in my thoughts, he was shaving my pubes and dick, slowly and carefully, making sure there wasn’t a stray hair in sight. Laughing and coughing occasionally, he paused, presumably to take a drag from his fag and to admire his handy work. What a god!

With my pubes now as bald as the day I was born, I felt more and more horny. Damn, this guy was good! He leaned over and whispered, “we’re not done yet boi”! He lifted my blindfold and once again I could see his face, beautiful – God this guy is turning me into a right faggot. He took out both my diamond earrings, and my gold chain and bracelet; “Slaves don’t need these embellishments” apparently, “you’ll get them back when I release you”. “What do you think boi?” I strained to look down and I was truly bald, he really did take his time and make a good job. I mumbled “Amazing Sir!” and nodded. I was drooling by this stage and pretty thirsty, I was having a great time but wanted out of the cold bath soon to get a drink, a fag and a comfy seat. “Now boi, I’m gonna flip you over and do the back side”. Shit, why would he want my arse shaved?! I didn’t wanted fucked, well… I wanted to know get fucked, but it was taking it to a new level. I didn’t have a choice, so no point in protesting. He uncuffed my right arm at the bath side, and attached it to the left bar, then uncuffed the left cuff and attached it to the right side; this guy’s a pro, not letting my free at any point, whilst flipping me onto me knees face down. Once again, the shaving crème was applied and the razor was dragged across my bare arse and arse crack, slowly and carefully as before. I didn’t have much hair but he wanted to be sure, clearly! “We’re done boi, you look like a good wee slave” Master T chortled, “Best get you washed down and cleaned up before we move on to stage 2!” With that, he uncuffed my right arm and attached the cuffs together, then did the same with the left, double security! He turned me round just before I fell on my face and proceeded to take out my ball gag. Finally! My jaw was aching! “Well boi, how do you feel?” “Good Sir, cheers! I am so fuckin horny right now! I’m dying for a fag as well, Jeez Master, that was amazi…” He cut my verbal diarrhoea of whith a swift slap on the face “Shut up boi, your mumbling away like you’ve just discovered speech, but I am glad your having fun. Now, you thirsty?” “Aye Sir, im parched with drooling so much, please can I have a drink n a fag?” “Very well boi, I’ll get you a drink and we can have a smoke when we’re downstairs” He put my blindfold on, and there was silence, then I heard a zipper open “Open your mouth boi, I’ve got you a drink” He then started pissing straight in my mouth, I was black affronted, I didn’t know what to do. Pissing? In my mouth? I started to choke. “Swallow boy, you’ll be supping the rest out the tub if you don’t. I swallowed, trying not to gag, taking as much in my throat as possible without having to taste it. He laughed as I coughed a little, but shit, he was pissing like a stallion. He finally finished by showering me down with his piss. He rubbed it into my bald pubic area and grunted “That’s you washed down, and watered, lets get you cleaned up!”

I was totally turned off by this, my cock finally subsided and I was speechless. How could someone piss on me? Master T totally freaked me out, but he didn’t seem to think anything of it! Are people into this? What the fuck?! “What’s the matter lad, not like golden showers?” He laughed “Stay still til I clean you up”. He started the shower, shit it was cold! It soon warmed up and Master T rubbed me down. I still had my T-Shirt on, my favourite McKenzie one, it was now pissed on and soaked. Fuck. Master T turned off the shower and helped me stand up. “Now boi, I am going to un-cuff you, I don’t want any funny business or you’ll be drinking your meals from now on!” “Yes Sir” I mumbled, shivering with the cold air. I now resented even coming, how disgusting was that?! “Out the tub, come on slut, easy does it” Sir guided me over the tub. “Stand still whilst I dry you off”. I heard the sound of metal on metal again and I felt my right leg, then left leg be cuffed with a sharp click. “Not sure I could trust you to not run away before I take off your handcuffs, so these leg irons wlll reduce you to a hobble.” He uncuffed both sets of handcuffs holding my arms together and whipped off my T-Shirt “Fuckin nice body boi, felt good earlier but it looks great all covered in Goosebumps” He said as he rubbed the towel over them. I was proud of my body, with doing manual labour I had developed strong core muscles and good pair of strong arms; still, nothing like his amazing god-like physique. Following my rough towelling off, he clicked a pair of metal cuffs back on, damn they felt sexy. My libido returned a little, hey that experience wasn't that bad. “Right boi, stage 2 is coming soon, lets get that blindfold off you and go down stairs” He said as he pointed to the floor, obviously I was to crawl again. I crawled behind Master T down the stairs and into his living room. It was really nice, but had a definite man’s touch; big telly, awesome sound system and all the gadgets you could think of. He must be quite well moneyed I thought. “Right ya cheeky little cunt, sit on the floor at my feet til I catch up on Sky Sports News, I don’t wanna hear a sound out u, so here” He handed me an ashtray and a pack of fags, “Smoke away all u like but don’t fucking dare touch your dick” I sat in front of him with my back to the chair, he put his muscular legs over my shoulders pinning my in place. After watching the match highlights and us both having a good share of smokes, he said to me that it was now time for stage 2, and I was going to enjoy what was coming next. I was already boned watching the footie highlights with him, but after saying that I was rock solid. “Stay there, be right back cunt boi”

Master T came back a couple of minutes later as I finished off another smoke, wearing nothing but a pair of army camo fand boots, damn his body was amazing, I must have dropped my jaw as I saw him. “Haha boi, like what you see?” He said getting even closer. His nipple rings glistened in the light, highlighting his perfect torso, I was so aroused. “Crawl over here bitch” he beckoned as he sat down on the sofa across the room, “Lick my fucking boots clean” I don’t know what came over me but I went for them like a hungry dog, slurping and licking them all over, left then right foot then back again. “Nice work boi, I see you like my boots. C’mon upstairs”. He jogged up the stairs in front of me crawling, trying to keep pace, I tripped over on the stairs planting my face on the carpet “Ah ya fucker” I yelped. Slap. He leaned down, “I said, don’t say a fucking word earlier and I meant it, speak when spoken to, hurry up”. His verbal abuse just got me hornier, my dick was just about hitting off the stairs as I crawled to the top. I crawled after him into a room next to the bathroom where I had been shaved bald earlier, this was definitely not a bedroom, it was like a medieval torture room. Metal chains, a sling, numerous whips and paddles, wow. There were evil looking metal stocks and things I had no idea what they did, this was too horny. What kind of weirdo was I turning into, getting off on all this stuff I had only glimpsed at online?! “Right boi, stage 2 begins. Over here” He bellowed in a deep, sexy voice, pointing at the stocks. I crawled over to him standing at the stocks and looked into his eyes, for even a hint of what was coming next. “Stay” he said as he walked over, took a key out and locked the door. They key was returned to his pocked and he came back to me. “I’m going to unlock you and get you dressed in my favourite gear, seen as you have been so compliant.” I took this as a compliment and smiled, favourite gear? I wonder…

Master T reached down and unlocked my handcuffs and leg irons with care and speed, he reminded me not to say a word and do as I was “fucking told, or else”. I was completely at ease now, despite still being in a compromised situation, but I trusted him. His demeanour and attitude was so manly and powerful, yet it seemed he cared for me. He went over to a closet in the corner and rummaged around for what was presumably his favourite gear. After some time, apparently ensuring he got the right image, he shouted for me to close my eyes before being presented with my outfit. I closed my eyes and waited with baited breath for my outfit. “Right boi, open your eyes” Master whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw some horny stuff… Firstly there was a leather upper body cross harness with a shiny metal cock ring, like I had seen online that afternoon, then a pair of leather shorts, then a chain with a clip on each end and finally a rubber gas mask. Jeez, if I wasn’t hard already, I was rock solid now. ”Lets get you dressed, slut” Sir said. Firstly my arms were lifted up, and the harness slid over and tightened. Then, Master grabbed my cock and slid the cock ring over to the base and popped my balls through. Master told me to lie on my back, then lifted my legs to slid on the shorts, “Boi, these aren’t any normal shorts, these are chastity shorts, just to make sure you don’t get off when I’m not looking”. He tightened them and added some padlocks. Total lockdown! “Right now boi, lets get you restrained for some training”… Master T led me behind the metal stocks and opened them up “You know what to do”. I put my wrists and neck in the recessions in the metal, the ‘lid’ was brought down and a big metal padlock was added. My legs were then restrained with cold metal shackles. Now it was complete and total lockdown, I wasn’t going anywhere. After stepping back to admire his work, Master T came back over to me and smiled “Want a fag?” He kneeled down on one knee in front of me and lit up a cigarette, blowing the smoke on my face, gawd did I want a smoke! He smoked most of it, teasing my by holding the filter near my mouth but not close enough for me to get a toke. Finally I got a good hit and exhaled. Nice. “It’s getting late boy, I had better get on before its time to lock you up for the night! Hows ur ass like a good ramming?” Master T enquired “Fuck off, you’re not fucking touching my ass” I stupidly blurted out. “Firstly, If I want to fuck you, I will. Secondly, don’t dare speak unless spoken to. Thirdly, you were doing so well, I guess I’ll need to punish you for refusing to accept whats coming to you”. Master T said calmly. “I am now going to have to whip your ass, which unfortunately means pulling down these chastity shorts, luckly there is no moving for you!” He unlocked the padlocks and pulled the shorts down with a sharp tug, my naked, bald ass free in the air. “Count em out slut, or we’ll see how long you last in that cage over there without a fag and only my piss for liquid!” WHACK! It took me a second to get what he meant to count them out “One, Master” WHACK “Two, Master” WHACK “Three Master”. This went on up to 15, by this point my ass was in agony and likely bright red. I was sobbing slightly, “Shut up pussy, that’s nothing” He said. What did he mean that was nothing, it was fucking torture and I couldn’t move to caress my butt.

“Right boi, that is enough for now” Master T said, “Now, lets have some fun, eh?!” Fun sounded good, anything to let me forget about the throbbing pain coming from my ass. Master T then moved to in front of me, ripped off a piece of silver duct tap & whapped it on my gob before I had a chance to protest. He repeated the strips of tape a few times over my mouth and down below my chin until he was confident I was going to be silenced. He then placed the S10 gas mask on my face and tightened the elastic straps behind my head. What a strange, horny sensation! The sound of my own breath through the mask was exciting me, my cock was rock hard swaying between my spread legs. Despite kneeling down on the floor with my legs locked down and my arms and head locked in a stockade, I was very comfortable and felt quite at home here. “Slut, now you are gagged and locked up, I want one nod for yes and 2 shakes for no, got it?” Nod. “Good boi, now, have you ever had anything up your hole?” I presumed he meant my ass-hole. Shake, shake. “Hehe, nice, did you expect to come here and get anything up your hole?” Shake shake. “Well boi, I am not going to fuck your tight little scally hole with my monster cock, I’ll rip you in half… We had better leave my cock out of there for now, agree?” Nod!! “Thought you might ‘say’ that”, haha! Well, the good news is I wont fuck you with my dick, infact tonight, I won’t even make you suck my dick, but you will be sleeping with a butt plug in, do you know what that is?” Nod. I knew exactly what they were, and I didn’t like the look of them. “Eager, I see boi!” Master T laughed as he walked towards his toy chest. After some rummaging around he came back with a handful of black rubber plugs in different sizes and shapes, some even had things hanging off them. Wow, what the hell was I doing here?! “Right boi, new game, I have the a 14cm plug in one hand and a 16.5cm plug in the other hand. I am going to shuffle then behind my back and the one you pick goes up your ass until breakfast tomorrow, ok?” Slow Nod. I saw they both had a wide girth but the larger one was less tapered at the base. “I’m going with your thumbs up to whichever hand you want” Nod. He then shuffled the plugs behind his back and asked the question, “Left, or Right?” I put up my left thumb. “Well boi… you’ve picked…

(Sadly it wasn't finished......if anyone wants to.....)

[demi-weed]

Eriko x Kotobuki?

This is a a little story I wrote. I known its an odd ship but me and my sister, always kinda shipped them? It's nothing big or fast escalating but I hope you like it.

If you like it maybe I'll write another? But I don't think it'll go far, it's just a little thing I did.

I'm not looking for criticism so please be nice. I don't normally write fan fictions, I just wrote this for fun. Don't comment if you're not nice. :(

❤Happy Late Valentine's Day❤

[C]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Takes place in the woods after Eriko's rescue in the anime, Season 2 Episode 11.

Kotobuki was honestly ready to leave, but where would he go? Maybe now he could go back to his cell.

"Yo!" Kaito interrupted his daydream.

"Huh?" Koto barely made eye contact.

"Can you do me a solid? I mean, you've helped me a lot already but-"

"What is it." Koto stared at the horizon while stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Could you watch Kei's little sister while I-"

"Who?"

"Kei's little sister, Eriko." Kai scratched the back of his head.

"Oh, that girl."

"Yea, just for a sec. I need a word with Kei." Kai said already walking away, guess Koto didn't really have a choice. He glanced at the girl who was sitting on a log as he leaned on a tree. He barley stood 5 feet away from her. He thought about lighting another cig but he remembered that the girl was hospitalized, what if the smoke harms her? That single thought left him annoyed, when did he start giving a shit about people. He should've never gotten himself involved in the first place.

"I don't need a babysitter you know? I can take care of myself." Eriko growled, getting a bit frustrated. She knows she gets frustrated easily but she hates when people treat her like a baby. She noticed Koto ignoring her,

"Did you hear me? Just leave I don't need-"

"Just as annoying as your idiot brother. Idiot." Koto already didn't like her. He clenched the box of cigs in his pocket. Koto was too tired for this.

"Don't you ever compare me to him, I'm nothing like him!" Eriko shot a glare at him. She assumed he wouldn't respond so she turned to face away from him. She usually gets angrier but she was also just too tired. She propped her feet on the log and leaned on her knees.

"Must be great to be Ajin." She said with a bit of sarcasm. She continued to glare hugging her knees. It was really cold. She wanted to go home. Not the hospital, home. Koto lit his cig,

"It's not." But was it even great when he was human?

"You're the idiot." Eriko sternly said, "You should be happy to always have a second chance, to always have the option to start over. This is why all Ajin are stupid. Even with infinite lives they choose to waste it. It's disgusting that ajin actually say they're like humans when they're anything but." Eriko didn't want to continue. Now was not the time to spill her feelings to someone she didn't even know. She doesn't want to admit that she's jealous. She wishes Ajin just didn't exist. She chucked a rock at the nearby pond and missed.

Koto was a bit shocked how this played out. He didn't know how to respond and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to. He sighed filling the air in front of him with nicotine. Eriko noticed Kei and Kai approaching, making their way back. She couldn't help but to picture them just how they were when they were young. Each step they took toward them reminded her that time is always moving forward. Soon they'll be in the car, then they'll be driving her back to the hospital, then everyone will exchange goodbyes before putting her in the same hospital bed she has always sat in, and she will remain there until her time is up. One time she asked herself what she would do if time froze. Nothing ever really came to mind, there's nothing she can change. This thought made her eyes a bit red, which only made her more frustrated. Now is not the time to cry. She shoved her face in her knees trying to cheer herself up.

Koto stared at her from behind while she fussed, what's gotten into her? He doesn't really understand. Girls are weird. Kai and Kei made is back, after whatever "serious" conversation they had.

"You okay Eddie?" Nagai looked down at his sister.

"Yea, just tired." She sounded like she was blaming him. She stood up crossing her arms.

Kai walked up to Kotobuki,

"So we're gonna get going. We're going to drop Eriko off first then-"

"To the hospital?"

"Um. Yeah," Kaito thought Koto already knew that. So, Kai reminded him "Yeah she has this condition that-"

"I already know." Koto started walking to the car. Kai had a feeling that he's been getting interrupted all day.

"Eriko seems mad." Kei walked up to Kaito.

"So did Koto. Wonder what happened." Kai shrugged.

"Hey, wait." Eriko caught up to Kotobuki. Koto barely turned around.

"Um.." she was a bit intimidated. "Um, my name is Eriko Nagai. I thought maybe I should introduce myself." She held her hand out for a handshake.

"Don't. No point in introductions, we'll probably never meet again." He's definitely just going to go back to the cells, this was a waste of his time. Eriko glared at him but she still held her hand out. Koto looked at her hand, this was annoying. Is this her way of making friends? What's the point? Friends don't exist to him, there's no such thing. What's the point? She's still standing there with her stupid hand sticking out.

"Just shake my hand, asshole." Eriko growled. 'What's up with this guy? Didn't his mother ever teach him how to meet someone?' She thought. She impatiently dropped her hand and yelled,

"FINE, whatever-"

"Takeshi"

"Huh?" Eriko didn't hear him over her own yelling.

"Takeshi Kotobuki," He said turning back around, opening the passenger door to the car, "I don't shake hands."

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[classlesstulip]

So, You Called for a Handyman?

(A little medly of a day in the life of a ‘handyman’ in the mob. One who doesn’t really take his job too seriously.)

     “*che,* a tall and shadowed figure snorted as he flicked the long blade he held. The wet, viscous sound of blood flying through the air and splattering onto concrete was heard, the whistle of metal short but sharp.  

     Tiberius looked around the room he was in, sharp ears pricked, listening for any of the tell-tale sounds of life: breathing, twitches, the shuddering gasps one gives when in great pain. He was only satisfied when he heard nothing from the collection of bodies spilled around him.

     'There’s a group of Mick’s boys over on 8th and North. Go and fix them.’

Heh, they’re fixed now, alright, Ty thought. Now he just needs to call in Lenore for disposal; he needs to pass over that new fertilizer recipe he’s got, using these mooks may be just what her flowers need.

*****

     Storing his machete in one of the many caches secreted in Sepulveda territory, Ty swapped out his fingerless leather gloves for a new set. A quick check showed that even after all these years he’s still got it; not even one drop of blood on his 3-piece.

     If even ONE of those mooks had spilled on his Armani, he would have rioted. This suite was a gift!

     His internal rant was cut off when his phone chirped. Pulling it out of an inner pocket, he saw a new text from Little Cruzi: seem’s their Apa is done putting up with Jericho. Needs to have the jackass fixed. And-, oh!

     'Apa says make it messy. The wetter the better.’

     Ty can do that. He’s pretty good at getting things wet.

     Oh, that was a good one! He’ll have to try that one on Val; the poor dear’s been wound up tighter than a spring the last few weeks. A good laugh followed by a good fuck should fix that.

*****

     "Hey, Ty? Boss has a new stop for ya!”

     What the fuck? Seriously!? "Uh, Amber? Ya can see I’m currently up to my elbows right now, yeah!?“ The wet squelch and Ty’s grunt as he pulled on Jericho’s lungs rung through the warehouse. It was dark and dusty; the perfect backdrop for a Splash-n-Dash.

     Currently, Ty was bent over a stack of pallets, the beaten corpse of Jericho splayed across them. Scattered on the walls and floors around them were gouges and bullet marks, with streaks of blood interspersed, belying that a scuffle had taken place, the loser of which had his chest cracked open and Ty cleaning the innards like he was preparing a chicken to get roasted over open coals.

     The driver held up their arms, shrugging. "Hey man, I’m just the messenger. Turns out, Jericho was fucking with not just the Sepulveda’s, but the Alnazar’s AND Satrinava’s.” Amber looked a little green at the sound of flesh and ligaments ripping as Ty finished his impromptu vivisection. He went even more green when Ty overhand-hurled his double-handful of offal at one of the far walls with a loud 'YEET!’, the wet splat and fanning of blood from the impact causing Amber to jump back with a heave. “Dude, what the fuck!?” The thick gurgle he swallowed back after his outburst showed just how DONE he was with Ty’s nastiness.

     “Hey, Val says wet and messy, I deliver wet an’ messy! Now keep your pants on and drag over my duffle. My shirt is ruined.”

     Keeping an eye on a blood-soaked Tiberius, Amber did as bid. It took him a few minutes to locate said bag, during which Ty lit-up a cig.

     “Move it, cupcake.”

     “Alright, alright, jeez. Go fuck yourself, asshole.”

     “I HEARD THAT!”

*****

     “Alrighty then,” Ty propped his feet up on the desk in front of him, ignoring the glare Asra shot him. “So, we gots a case of ol’ Jerry boy putting his fingers into too many pies, both literal, figurative, and colloquially. Drugs, rent girls, and laundering, right?” He pulled in a big drag from his cigar, having lighted up the moment he entered Fluff'n'Stuff’s digs.

     With a grunt, Asra pushed the big booted feet off of his NICE mahogany desk. Getting a few smoke-rings blown at him in retribution, he glared at the 'handyman’ sitting across from him, but knew any more fussing on his end would be futile; the only reason Asra isn’t currently a smear on the wall is that Ty thinks he’s adorable AND they go way back.

     That and Val and Asra once had a Thing, but that’s none of his business.

     “Yes,” leaning back, Asra pulled out a thick manila file folder and dropped it onto his desk. The poor thing was only kept together by a single rubber band, and Ty’s surprised it hasn’t snapped already. “These are the places that Jericho’s Number Two and Three have holed up. Taking these two out will cause the whole operation to fall apart.”

     As Asra was speaking, Ty secured his cigar between his molars, propping his jaw open as his fingers started pulling apart the file. Flipping through the first few cover papers, he soon got to the meat and potatoes of the lot. “As you can see, Vinny is in the heart of the Garment District…” Ty stopped paying attention as he looked through everything, Asra’s voice becoming a low, soothing drone. He leaned back in his chair, holding up a few A4-sized photos.

     “Now, Illian was able to-” Asra was cut off at a loud, 'interested’ hum from Tiberius. Seconds later, the handyman turned the papers in his hand’s landscape, and a few sheets accordioned down. A slightly lewd chuckle floated up from behind the papers before Asra snatched at them, Ty letting out a disappointed 'awww’ at the loss of his smut.

     “A-HEM!” Crinkling the purloined pornography in his fist, Asra pinned Ty with A Look. “This is no time to be looking at, at, uh,” he peeped at the rag, “PLAYBOY!”

     “Azzy? That was IN the file. I had nothing to do wi-”

     “REGARDLESS,” tossing the magazine at his wastebin (and making a mental note to speak to his son about leaving his 'reading material’ out and about), Asra huffed. “Just, get out of here and fix 'em. Oh, and…”, rifling through his desk, he pulled out a box. He pushed it across his table, a curious Ty picking it up gingerly, “wear this. We need proof of the job, to be a warning.”

     “A body cam? Shit son, y'all mean business.” Snorting, Ty threw himself out of his chair, tossing the little box in the air before catching it and slipping it into his suitcoat pocket. “Got it. The usual fee to the usual account. Give hugs and kisses to yer fam for me, yeah?”

*****

     Walking down a softly carpeted hall, a slight shadow was seen. Soft curls were piled atop their head, and one hand held a glass of wine while the other pulled their robe tighter. Light filtered through shuttered blinds, car head beams and static lamps fighting the darkness of night. Occasionally, the honk of a horn or the revving of an engine sounded out, despite being muffled by layers of brick and insulation.

     Sipping their wine, they stopped just outside a cracked door. Peeping in, a soft smile curled their lips as they spied one of their little ones (though, being nearly twenty, they are fairly certain that Sol would object to such an endearment). Seeing them softly snoring away, the door was pulled shut. Checking on their other child, Cruz, showed the same result.

     Once satisfied that their children (grown though they may be) were tucked away safely snoozing, Val continued down the hall. A few twists and turns later and they were in their office. Opulently decorated with heavy dark wood pieces and bold colors, it was quite a large and stately room. Near the far wall was their desk, and on the blotter was a thumb drive.

     Knowing that it must have been left by Tiberius, Val plucked it up. Wandering towards the entertainment center, they plugged in the drive, turned on the screen, and got comfortable on the couch, sipping more wine as they navigated menus with the remote.

     “Hey, is this thing on?” The sound of someone tapping a mic was heard before the picture abruptly turned on. A large brown eye was center stage, the corners crinkling briefly before the cam was pulled back, revealing the familiar face of Tiberius. “Alrighty, then! So, the usual drivel: Tiberius working on behalf of Don Valentino of the Sepulveda Family, yadda yadda yadda,” Ty’s eyes rolled, and his body moved like he was waving his hand. “Here to fuck some shit up and make a statement. So here’s,” he tapped the screen, “the mutherfuckin’,” more taps, “TEA,” a final tap. “Vinny’s been baaaaaaaad. Not only,” Ty brandished a finger, waving it around his head like a conductor, “has this bonafide dickfuck fuckface been doin’ Jerry’s dirty work, but this FUCKER has also been bringing in kids. KIDS I TELL YA! Now c'mon, Vinny, baby, ya don’t bring kids into your prostitution ring! Fucker! So, time to clean house! And Val?” Ty winked at the camera, “I’ll have a nice little pressie for ya when you finish this!”

     Some fumbling and cursing later, and Val had a chest-high view of whatever was in front of Ty. Currently, it was the door to what may be a warehouse. The video jumped up and down a few times, and the cocking of a gun was heard. Something very familiar was playing in the background, and it came to a hard beat as Ty kicked in the door-

     “Some-BODY ONCE TOLD ME,” duel-wielding, Ty buried a bullet into the head and gut of the bouncer standing guard as the kicked-in door bounced off of the wall. “THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME,” two steps down the hallway. “I AIN’T THE SMARTEST TOOL IN THE SHED,” one guy burst out of a room and got pistol-whipped for his stupidity, getting a few slugs to the back as he fell.

Hopping over the new body, Ty continued his song. “SHE WAS LOOKIN’ KINDA DUMB WITH HER FINGER AND HER THUMB,” this time, he peeped around a doorway into a room, squeaking out a startled 'Errol!?’ as a knife buried itself into the wall behind him. A feminine voice started spewing curses as he backpedaled, hands still clutching Glocks up in the air. “Aight, aight, I got it! Sheesh!” Huffing, he continued his journey down the hall, bellowing an 'IN THE SHAPE OF AN L ON 'ER FOREHEAD!’ behind him as he went.

Now Val wants to know what she was doing there. Did Jericho piss off Lucio, as well? They jumped as Ty continued his bit of Musical Mayhem.

     “WELLLLLLLLL THE YEARS START COMIN’ AND THEY DON’T STOP COMING!” At some point, the handyman had swapped out his handguns for a combat shotgun, opening up rounds into the chests of three forgettable thugs in beat to the last three words of his stanza. “FED TO THE RULES AND I HIT THE GROUND RUNNIN’!” Coming to the end of the hall, Ty blasted through the door, revealing the large, empty space typical to warehouses was replaced with a sort of hotel-like setup. An open-air lobby, with staircases spiraling up, leading to floors with open walkways. It looked like someone tried to recreate the lobby of the Waldorf Astoria, but it just went up and up, with each floor being closer to a balcony than a full floor. All of the open space allowed for the panicked cries and screams of the brothel inhabitants to echo in upon themselves.

     There were also a LOT of fine rugs, marble, and gilt furniture. How long has this operation been going on, and how did fucking JERICHO of all people get this set-up on the DL?

     “DIDN’T MAKE SENSE NOT TO LIVE FOR FUN,” *boom!**boom!**boom!*; a rapid release of shots into a group of mobsters as they tried to rush Tiberius, giving Val a front-row seat to the amount of kick a combat-class shotgun has as one man went flying, streamers of blood shooting from the stump that used to hold his head. “YOUR BRAIN GETS SMART BUT YER HEAD GETS DUMB! HAHA, FUCKER!” Ty’s voice was starting to get difficult to hear over the amount of sheer NOISE in the background.

     “SO MUCH TO DO!” *blam!* “SO MUCH TO SEE!” *blamblam!* “SO WHAT’S WRONG WITH TAKIN’ THE BACKSTREETS!?” The bodycam started shaking at Ty charged over to a staircase, plowing shoulder-first into a group of people storming down it while waving their guns. The picture blacked out and the muffled scratch of fabric rubbing over the built-in mic took up a few seconds of footage before a bright light cut through. Val had to squint their own eyes, and everything came back into focus just in time to see Ty hurl a middle-aged, half-dressed wanna-be mafioso over one of the balcony floors, singing out 'YOU’LL NEVER KNOW! IF YOU DON’T GO!’ as the man plummeted. He landed with a rubbery thump.

     “YOU’LL NEVER SHINE IF YOU DON’T GLOW,” more singing/screeching from Ty as he tossed a grenade down another balcony/hall. As it erupted, it covered the huddled gangsters in liquid fire. “HEY NOW! YOU’RE AN ALL-STAR! GET YOUR GAME ON! GO PLAYEEEEE! C'MON ASSHOLES! YOU WANTED TO BE A ROCKSTAR! HOW NOW! YOU’RE A ROCK STAR! GET THE SHOW ON! GET PAIIIIIIIIIIID! HA HAHAHAAA!”

     Val made a quiet note to themselves that Ty, while very funny, can also be downright sinister.

     “AND ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GO~OOOLLLLLLD!” And that Ty should also never attempt a falsetto that high ever. AGAIN.

     “ONLY SHOOTING STAAAAAAAAAARS BREAK THE MO-OLLLLLLD!” Another flame-spewing grenade was thrown, this time hitting what looked to be a fire extinguisher. Seconds later, foam started jetting out of the damaged, high-pressure steel canister, turning what was once a life-saving device into a literal missile, which shot off and plowed into the chest of a woman in Jericho’s colors, launching her airborne before the canister exploded, spreading shrapnel and viscera into a mist.

     Smothering their face with their hand, Val let out a disbelieving laugh as Ty continued to wreak unholy havoc on the hideout to the tune of an upbeat, mid-aughties pop-rock song. Knives were thrown, bullets buried in brains, and it all came to a crescendo as Ty unloaded a stereotypical tommy-gun down into a group of wannabe gangsters that had jimmied themselves into the lobby. The last note to the song was capped off with a tossed Molotov, the ring of shattering glass pairing well to the last guitar chord.

     Chuckling in satisfaction, Val finished their wine before shutting off the television. Wandering out of their office, they refilled their wineglass before heading toward their bedroom. Humming in pleasure after taking a fresh sip of chilled wine, they gently opened their door, stopping in the doorway before raising a sculpted brow. “So,” they queried. “Is this my 'pressie’?”

     It’s quite a nice present, Val thought. Tiberius was lounging on Val’s obscenely large bed, on his side and completely nude. If not for a strategically-placed pile of rose petals, the fit man would be putting on quite the show. As it was, Tiberius decided to take a page out of every cheesy romance novel/movie and had bedecked the bedroom in dozens of low-burning candles and scattered roses, capping-off the trope with a single rose clenched between pearly whites. It’s something the Valentino of twenty-some years ago would have swooned over.

     Although, the Valentino of now is feeling quite swoon-y, now. "Heh,“ they chuckled as Ty wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I’ve got to say, this is a nice surprise, viejo amigo.” Quietly shutting the door behind them, they leaned against the slab of wood-encased steel and gave their 'present’ a heated stare. “What gives?”

     “Eh, nothing much.” Pulling the rose out of his mouth, Ty tossed it aside with a flick of the wrist. “Just, ah, you wanted a job wet and messy, and I decided that you could use a little 'wet 'n messy’ yourself.”

     Val barked out a laugh. “Oh, but that was horrible!” Wandering closer to the bed, they held out a hand, gently cupping a warm cheek. “What am I going to do with you- MERDA!”

     Yanking Val towards him, Ty rolled them, stopping on his back with Val perched on top. “Well, first things first! Let’s fuck!”

*****

     The room stunk of sex, and all of the candles had burned themselves out. Entwined under a thin sheet, a sticky but satiated couple cuddled. Bite marks and hickeys decorated soft skin, and Val laid with their head tucked under Ty’s chin, one set of fingers lazily tracing circles over the larger man’s lower back.

“So,” Val lazily purred. “Aside from the cam footage, did you learn anything else?”

Ty hummed. “You may want to speak to Head in the Clouds.”

“…about?”

     A hoarse chuckle. “Seem’s someone’s son has a little crush on our Cruzi. A Playboy got mixed into my briefing file, and a VERY well-worn page had a model that looked startlingly like our bambino was on it.”

     “…really?” Ty hissed as sharp nails dug into his back, relaxing when Val apologetically rubbed them. “I’ll need to set-up a meeting. But, that can wait until tomorrow.”

     The last thing Ty thought as they both dropped off to sleep was that he was glad he didn’t let on that he’s pretty sure Lucky and Cruz have a thing.

     But he’s not sorry for telling Cruz’s Apa. Serves the little brat right for shitting all over him as a baby and giving him heart attacks every week since they learned how to walk.

     HA!

@agent-darkbootie @thraxbaby @lazyvoyager @magicianapprenticelyra @plaguedcount

#@agent-darkbootie #Mob!AU #valentino sepulveda #sol y cruz #tiberius principia #lenore #asra #illian #lucky #amber #the arcan AU #errol pyralis #short story #short ficlet

[takeontaron-blog]

Praise Him - A Taron Egerton Fanfic

Taron x Reader

LOTS OF FLUFF. ALL THE FLUFFY STUFF.

Taron was staring at his coffee, silent, and seemingly a bit sad. Today was the first day you’d been able to have dinner with him since the Rocket Man premiere, since he’d been so busy with press and parties since then. You had missed him terribly, as the two of you had become friends way before his days of fame. It was a lovely day, nice weather with a light breeze, and the two of you were sitting in an outdoor restaurant patio. You partially unwrapped a straw that was sitting on the table, blowing the paper wrapping at his face. He glanced up at you, smiling a little. “Really, Y/N?”

“Yes, really, Mr. Grumpy. What’s up?” Taron sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m honestly just really worn out. These last couple months have been a lot to take in.” He smiled bigger. “But I’ll be alright. Spending time with friends is definitely helping.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re like when you’re tired versus when something is actually bothering you.” You kicked him lightly under the table. “Spill.”

“It sounds so pathetic though.”

“Shut up and tell me.”

Taron laughed. “You’re such a dick sometimes, Y/N.”

“I’ll be an even bigger dick if you don’t tell me what’s upsetting you.”

“Fine, fine. It’s just, well, I worked really hard on this movie and all, and like, I’m grateful for my fans, yeah? I just, I don’t know, I’m just a little disappointed that Richard is still getting more attention than me.”

Your eyes widened and you grinned. “You’re jealous of his fangirls!”

“No, no!”

You laughed. “You are though!”

“No, it’s just that I thought I’d feel more appreciated in general -”

“Shh. I’ll get you some fangirls.” You stood up, turning from the table. 

Taron grabbed your arm. “What are you going to do?” he asked, suddenly nervous. You had a tendency to do the unpredictable and although Taron enjoyed the shenanigans, it also made him anxious sometimes. You grinned and pulled away, briskly walking out onto the busy London sidewalk.  

Taron jumped when you suddenly began to scream as a group of tourists was walking by being led be a tour guide. “OH MY GOD! IS THAT TARON EGERTON???!!” Everyone immediately turned in the direction you were pointing in, and suddenly Taron felt his face turn red as people started to rush over, tourists and locals alike, asking for photos, autographs, and swooning over him. You leaned against the brick wall behind you and lit up a cig, pleased with your work. 

*************

“I hate you, like, a lot,” Taron stuffed his hands into his coat pocket as the two of you walked in the park after lunch.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled cheekily. “Want me to do it again? There’s a shit ton of people in this park -”

“NO! No, no, no, no,” Taron started to beg, and then you both began to laugh. 

“Sorry, love, was it too much? You know I don’t really think before I act,” you gave him a quick hug. 

Taron glanced down at you, not letting go post-hug as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you to him as you continued your stroll. “It was, uhm, overwhelming, and embarrassing, and I know nobody else in this world would have done it except for you and you did it to make me happy. And also to exert your dominance, I suspect.” He winked at the last part, and you started laughing. 

“I just want you to feel appreciated, even if it’s in my own weird way.” 

“And you’re definitely weird,” Taron laughed, hugging you closer. 

“I love you, Taron.”

Your words threw him off, and he stopped. “What?”

“I’m your biggest fan!” You threw your arms around his neck. “I’ve seen your movies like 20 times each and every time I see them I love you more and more and we should get married because I love you.”

Taron pulled your arms off him, entertained. “Stop it. Now.”

“Can I get a picture??” you pulled your phone out and started snapping selfies with him. “You’re so much hotter than Richard, you know that?”

“Stop.” He ducked to avoid the photos, so you jumped on his back. 

“Taarrooon love me, Taron, will you sign my breasts?”

“For real,” he struggled to get you off of him, “If you don’t stop, I’m throwing you into that lake over there.”

You pretended to pout for a moment. “Ice cream.”

“What?” “I want ice cream. Now.” 

“Only if you stop being so annoying.”

You smiled cheekily. “Deal.”

“Okay, ice cream and then we head back to my flat and watch movies for the rest of the day, yeah?” “Yeah.”

******************

Back at the flat, you stared at your phone screen while the movie played. You and Taron were sitting on the sofa, both under a duvet, relaxing. Taron looked over at you for what had to be the tenth time in the last minute. 

“Y/N,” he whined playfully, “you’re not watching the movie.”

“I’m busy.”

“Doing what?” he leaned over to look at your phone screen, and saw you re-posting all the pictures and videos the people had taken with Taron at lunch that day. “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I’m spreading the love!” you exclaimed, pretending to be put out. 

“Okay, enough,” Taron began pulling your phone away when you tugged back.

“Hey, hey!” you laughed as you both began trying to pull the phone away from each other. You ended up putting your foot on Taron’s chest as you tried to push him away, and he retorted by tickling you, causing you to fall back onto the sofa laughing, still trying to keep your phone out of his reach. He attacked you then, pressing his full body onto yours and finally getting the phone, tossing it across the room onto a nearby armchair. You were still laughing as you tried pushing him off, but were surprised when you suddenly felt his teeth sink into your neck lightly. 

You both stopped immediately, not so much pulling away from each other as just remaining still in the sudden silence. “What was that?” you raised an eyebrow at him, still smiling to let him know you were amused.

Taron seemed unsure of himself. “I, uh, I don’t know? I just decided to bite you, apparently.”

“Uh-huh.” You put your hands on his chest to push him back, but he remained where he was, still pinning you to the sofa under his weight. You cocked your head. “For god’s sake, Taron, what is it? You always make me pry for an answer. Tell me.”

“I....I just feel you need to pay for what you did.”

You laughed loudly. “The fuck?”

With that, Taron began tickling you again, and you began feigning interest in the movie. “Stop! We’re - missing - the - movie!” you gasped between giggles as you batted his hands away as best as you could. 

“Yeah, like you care!” Taron grinned.

“I - truly - do - care!”

***************

Tickle war and movie over, you were preparing to head back to your place when Taron caught your arm as you were reaching for your purse. “Please stay tonight.”

You were genuinely concerned by this request, but only because he seemed to vulnerable in asking for it. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just don’t feel like being alone tonight.”

You nodded and took your jacket off, folding it over the back of the nearby chair. “Can I borrow a t-shirt to sleep in?”

“Of course,” Taron smiled, and he surprised you again when he took you by the hand and walked you into his bedroom. 

“You’re acting weird,” you said, breaking the silence as he handed you one of his shirts. 

“You’re always acting weird,” he teased back. “Get ready for bed. I’ll make us some chamomile tea.” 

You nodded, deciding maybe he was just entirely too exhausted from the film and all the press to be able to act like himself. You went into the bathroom and prepared for sleep, hugging yourself as you felt Taron’s t-shirt slip around your frame. It was warm and soft, like Taron. You felt a bit weird wearing only a shirt and your boy shorts around one of your guy friends, but at the same time Taron had always been nothing but respectful towards you, so you waved that worry away as you stepped back into the bedroom. 

Taron was already in bed, a cup of tea on your bedside table waiting for you. He was shirtless and only in his boxers, and you felt a strange sensation of admiration for his body as you glanced at him. What? you chided yourself, attempting to validate your objectifying him. He’s hot, you can’t help that. You’re just thinking what everybody else does. 

You slipped under the plush covers as you settled back into the soft pillows, sighing in contentment. “This is so comfortable,” you hummed as you reached for your tea, sipping the warm liquid. 

Taron watched you, propped up on his elbow. “I’m glad. Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“You’d do the same for me,” you winked. 

“Always.” His voice sounded remarkably warm and velvety just then. You tried to keep a straight face as your mind raced with thoughts - was he flirting with you? No, no he couldn’t be, you two had been friends for like a decade, nah, you were just making things up. Jesus, Y/N, you thought, you really need to get laid or something so you stop making up fantasies about your guy friends. You finished your tea and set the empty cup on the bedside table, turning off the lamp which was the only light in the room. 

You snuggled under the warm covers and hummed in appreciation. 

“Y/N?”

“Mmmhmm?” you felt him move closer towards you, and your body tensed unexpectedly. 

“Can I hold you?”

You stared at his silhouette in the darkness. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked again. 

“I’m okay because you’re here.” 

You weren’t sure exactly why, but you felt yourself moving closer to him, closer, closer still, until your face was snuggled into his neck, your body wrapped up in his arms and pressed against his warm chest. You breathed in, enjoying his natural scent and nuzzled your face against his skin. “This is comfy,” you said softly. 

“It is,” Taron agreed, smiling as he nuzzled his nose in your hair. He slowly began running a hand up and down your clothed back, and you relaxed immediately in his arms. You felt yourself drifting off, calmed by his steady breathing and his heartbeat softly thumping in your ear. You were brought back suddenly when you felt Taron’s lips place a soft kiss to the side of your head, then another, a little farther down your cheek. You kept your eyes closed as he moved gently across your face, kissing the top of your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and after a moment of hesitation, your lips. It was the softest most chaste kiss you’d ever felt, and yet it was the most wonderful kiss you could remember. 

Before you could consider what you were doing, you were kissing him back, and his hands immediately tightened on your body, sending sparks from your chest down to your legs. 

“I want to be with you,” Taron said quietly, hands still holding you tight, his body now rigid as he anxiously waited for you to respond. 

“Like, you want me, like to fuck?”

“No, I mean be with you. Like a couple. So, well, yeah then fucking would come into play, but that’s not my top priority at the moment.”

You were silent for a moment, taking in his words, letting them sink in. Taron waited patiently, not wanting to push you. After a minute, he leaned in and nuzzled his nose into yours and then held his head against yours, eyes closed as he continued to wait for you to respond. 

“How long have you felt like this?” Your reply finally came. 

“For a few months now. I thought maybe I was just really homesick and all since I’ve always just viewed you as a friend, but then I got back last week and seeing you today - everything just hit me really hard.” He pulled you closer into him, wrapping one of his legs around yours. The contact made you feel warm and safe. “And then you go stupid crazy just because I’m being petty about fame -” he smiled, “and, I don’t know, it made me feel loved, that you would care enough to do that for me, even if it was really annoying and made me want to throw you into a lake.”

Now you laughed, breaking the tension, and Taron laughed with you. You ran the back of your hand down his face, feeling his light stubble on your knuckles and he turned to kiss your fingers. 

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know.” You looked up at him, loving the way he eyes bore into yours even in the darkness. “Do you feel better now that you told me?”

“I feel better that you didn’t throw me off the bed.” 

You smiled. “I do love you, you know.”

He nodded. “And I love you.”

“You’re going to need to court the shit out of me before I give you an answer,” you added playfully. 

“Only the best for you.” Taron began kissing you again, this time more deeply, feeling more comfortable after your short talk. You wrapped your arms around his neck and bit at his lower lip, causing a low groan to come from his throat as he rolled on top of you, seemingly desperate to get as close as possible to you. You ran one hand through his hair while your other hand lightly trailed around his back, causing him to press harder into you and moan into your mouth. 

He used his knee to press open your legs, his mouth still glued to yours, then settled himself between your thighs as he broke the kiss to start licking and kissing all over your neck. You moaned and writhed under him a bit, throwing your head back when he bit a spot by your collarbone.

“You like that?” he asked, obviously getting excited.

“Yeah,” you breathed, suddenly realizing he might be getting a little too excited when his hips rolled into yours and you felt his rigid cock press against your heat, remembering you were only wearing panties under the shirt. Your mind raced, trying to conclude whether or not you were going to fuck your best friend tonight, and just as Taron thrust into your hips again, you knew it wasn’t the right time for this. Not just yet. 

“Taron,” you said, pushing on his chest. 

“Hmmm?” he answered, lips still pressed against your neck.

“I can’t do this. Not tonight.”

He stopped immediately, lifting his head up to look at you. “Did I go too far?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. I just need a little time, yeah? I think I do want to be with you, but, let’s just take things slow for now.”

Taron beamed at you, giving you one last kiss before rolling off of you, cuddling you up against him again. “So you’re going to give me a chance?” he said, and the happiness in his voice made you melt a little.

You pressed a kiss to his adam’s apple before snuggling back into his chest. “Yes, Taron. Now let’s try to get some sleep, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Taron whispered. “Hey, Y/N, just one more kiss?”

Requested by @rainyfoodculturealien  So what if Taron is feeling a bit glum because fans seem to make a bigger deal over Richard Madden than him. So his long time friend is a bit cheeky takes it upon herself to moon over Taron and cause a fuss so he gets some attention. Later she has to pay the price and he tells her how he feels about her ;)

#taron egerton #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton fic #taron egerton hot #taron x reader #taron egerton x reader #taron x reader fic #taron egerton x reader fic

[somedayonbroadway]

hii, if you don’t mind- do you think you could write that one (iconic) car chase for the big hero 6 au? thanks!

One of the best scenes.

Car Chase!

Charlie peaked out from behind the storage unit he cowered behind. He closed his eyes, trying to think.

He knew he’d wanted to find the man in the mask. But he hadn’t truly thought through what he’d do when he accomplished that.

From what he could gather, the man hadn’t seen him yet. That was good. The boy could vaguely hear a voice in his head, telling him to run. It sounded vaguely like Jack’s. Gripping at his chest, Charlie tried to keep his heart from breaking out.

He had to focus on the man. He had to figure out what this man wanted.

This man had started the fire. This man was the reason that Charlie’s only constant in life was dead.

Still unsure of the man’s intentions, the boy turned back to the robot beside him. “Okay, Baymax, time ta use those upgrades!” he encouraged quietly.

The big machine blinked and raised up its arms in a defensive position. And Charlie turned to make his way out to face the man in the mask.

That is, before a blinding light caused a spike of panic to shred through his veins. He covered his eyes, ready for some kind of fight, until he heard the sound of a car door opening.

“Charlie?”

“Oh no…” the kid groaned. Not them. Not this. Not now. “You guys can’t be here! You have to go!”

The four of them stepped out of the car together. “Kid, what are you doing out here?” Spot was at the least, looking down at him with worried eyes. Race stood behind him and Katherine and Albert stood calmly by the car.

“No! Nothin’! I’m not doin’ nothin’! Could ya just-“

It was hard to miss the way Race squinted starts the robot behind him. It was even harder to miss the hurt in his eyes when he realized what it was. “Is that Baymax?” He stepped around Charlie to get a closer look at Jack’s last creation. Charlie watched as he took his hands out of the pockets of his leather jacket. Those blue eyes looked over at him, almost angrily.

Charlie just shook his head. “Yes, but-“

“What did you do to him, Crutch?” the older boy asked, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for some kind of explanation.

But Baymax spoke before Crutchie could come up with any response. “I also know ka-rah-teh,” he stated, moving his arms around in front of himself, as if to prove it.

Squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment and feeling the stress gripping at him, Charlie whirled around, away from the disappointed gaze of Racetrack Higgins. “You guys need to go!”

He found that Katherine was standing right in front of him, leaning down to put a hand on his shoulder and glaring at Race for a moment. When she looked down at him, Charlie sighed. “Don’t push us away, Charlie… we’re here for you… that’s why Baymax called us…”

Charlie went to respond, but was once again cut off. “Those who have suffered a loss, require support from friends and loved ones-“

“Okay, but I-“

“Who would like to share their feelings, first?”

It was almost comical how fast Albert’s hand shut up. “Ooh! I’ll go!” he shouted, stepping even closer to Charlie and smiling around at the group with a wave. He always was the one that made everyone laugh. But the teen was not in the mood. “Hi! My name is Albert and it has been thirty days since my last- holy mother of Megadon!”

A commotion broke out above them. What sounded like a hissing of snakes turned out to be Charlie’s own invention gone mad. A storage unit was lifted from its place on top of another.

And there stood the masked man.

“Am I the only one seeing this?” Albert asked.

Katherine was quick. She grabbed her phone and snapped a picture.

That was when the masked man shook his head, freezing for only a moment, before that large metal container was thrown down at them.

Spot let out a cry and ducked down, waiting for the weight of the thing to crush him. But he gasped when he was able to open his eyes. Turning to his left he found Baymax on his back on the ground, lifting the metal compartment up over their heads. “Oh my God!”

“Spot get outta there!”

Race sounded panicked.

Charlie barely had time to make sure he was still breathing before he was slung over someone’s shoulder. “No!” It was Spot. They were headed back towards the car. “Baymax, get him!”

“Cheese it, kid! We gotta go!”

Spot set Charlie down by the door, expecting him to get in. But the boy had other ideas, moving to run back towards the man, only to be grabbed around the waist and shoved into the backseat and have the door slammed on him. “No! What’re ta doin’?!”

“Savin’ your life!” Race informed from the passenger seat, slamming his own door just as Spot put the car into reverse. “Go, Spot!”

“Baymax can handle that guy!” Charlie tried to defend, only for his statement to be proven wrong a split second later when a loud crash sounded from the top of the car. They all had to duck to avoid the collapsing roof of the cheep car Spot was driving.

Katherine shook her head. “Go!” she demanded, wrapping an arm around the kid and holding him close to her in attempts to stop his fussing.

It wasn’t working.

The car was set in reverse and Spot slammed down on the gas pedal.

Race fished in his pocket for his box of cigs. He lit one quickly, hardly even thinking about it. But Spot reached over to try and snatch it. “No smokin’ in my car!”

The younger boy leaned just out of his reach. “You ain’t tellin’ me not ta smoke right now!” he spat, shoving Spot’s hand away and turning in his seat to face Jack’s little brother. “Charlie! Explanation! Now!” he demanded.

Frantically, Charlie tried to put it all together himself. “Those are my microbots!” he came up with, pointing at the things that were shifting and rushing around the man in the mask who was now following them. “He started the fire! I don’t know who he is!” The microbots came rushing towards them. Charlie looked up quick. “Baymax! Palm heel strike!”

Baymax followed the order, effectively stopping the microbots for a moment and getting the car turned around with one hit.

But that only seemed to enrage the man all the more. He was gaining.

“Turn left!” Race instructed, catching sight of their attacker in the rear view mirror.

Spot shoved at him, but did what he was told.

Albert turned to look out the back window. He watched the man expertly follow them, using the microbots as transportation. They were fast. “That mask… the black suit…” he noted out loud. “We’re under attack from a super villain, people!” he exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward to press his palms up against the window. “I mean… how cool is that! I mean… scary, obviously! But how cool?!”

Race rolled his eyes. And turned back to face out the front window just in time to feel the car speeding to a halt. He gasped. “Why are we stopped?” he asked breathlessly.

“Lights red!” Spot explained, gesturing ahead of them. He looked frantic. And Race took another puff of smoke into his lungs, irritated

“There are no red lights in a car chase!” he screamed.

“There’s cameras! I’ll get a ticket-“

“Is that really your biggest concern right now-“

“Just go!” Katherine yelled from the backseat, watching as the man reached out towards them with the microbots, almost touching them, before the car sped off again.

Trying desperately to keep control of the car on the wet streets, Spot dared to ask the question they were all thinking. Except maybe Albert. “Why is he tryin’ ta kill us?!”

Scoffing a little, Race rolled his eyes. “Oh gee, I don’t know, let’s ask him… um, sir, why’re you tryin’ ta kill us?” he mocked.

Charlie tried to ignore it. Race had been so bitter. Ever since Jack died it was like all the sarcasm and standoffish behavior had taken over his once fun and playful manner.

He couldn’t think about it right now. He could only let Albert lean forward in excitement. “It’s classic supervillain! We’ve seen too much!”

“Are you really putting your blinker on?!”

“I’m indicating my turns! It’s the law! It’s force of habit!” Spot defended, making a sharp right.

But Race wasn’t having it. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” he growled, cracking the window and throwing his cigarette onto the street. Then he was reached to push on the bar beneath Spot’s seat and the older boy went sliding backwards with a shocked cry.

“Race!”

Race slammed down on the gas and glared out at the man who had managed to make his way in front of them. His blue eyes narrowed with determination as he sharply turned right just before the reached him.

Everyone in the backseat screamed.

The young man drove faster than he ever had before, maneuvering the car onto the sidewalk to try to avoid the machinery that had been turned against them. He turned down an alley way and scared some birds and somehow managed to go even faster.

The man found them again, trying to build a wall to make them stop. But Race thought quick. He switched gears and slid sideways into what looked like a sort of ramp that the microbots has created halfway to their goal and let the car jump into the air and onto a bridge behind it.

Charlie ripped himself from Katherine grasp. “Stop the car! Baymax can handle this-“ he tried to say, just before the car door was ripped off by his own invention and he was falling towards the fast moving, solid ground beneath them.

A hand tightened in the back of his sweatshirt. It stopped him just before his skull collided with the street. Before he could speak, he was lifted back into the car, set in the passenger seat and a hand was securing the seatbelt around him. Charlie looked up and gave Baymax a sheepish smile.

“Always buckle up before you begin driving,” the robot encouraged.

No one even flinched.

And Race kept going.

“Race,” Charlie heard Spot warn. He looked up. The train tracks were up ahead. There was a train coming. “Race,” the man wanted again, more urgently. But Race was not listening. “Race!”

They dove over the tracks, colliding with the ground on the other side just as the train took off behind them, almost crushing them. And Race was not phased.

Charlie tried to catch his breath. But he looked over to his right. And there was the man in the mask, staring right back at him.

“Did we lose him?” Katherine asked, gripping at Albert’s arm a little too tightly.

And just as Charlie might have answered, the hiss of his microbots came around them. “Watch out!” Spot warned.

Race tried to turn and avoid them, but they were creating a tunnel around them, attempting to box them in, to crush them. And the tunnel was getting smaller and smaller. “We’re not gonna make it!” Albert cried.

“We’re gonna make it,” Katheine countered, watching Race try desperately to make the car go faster.

It was closing in around them. Katherine and Albert fought back and forth until Race broke out at the last second, sending the car back down onto the pavement. “We made it!” Spot assured, only for Race to gasp when he looked out the window.

He slammed on the breaks. But it was too late.

The car was submerged in water before anyone could blink.

It filled up fast. The water. The car. Charlie couldn’t breathe. He pulled at his seatbelt. It was stuck. He looked over at his brother’s friends who were struggling to get out too.

But when Charlie looked over to his right, he found Baymax’s armor falling to the floor.

Charlie grabbed Race arm. And he pointed up to his brother last possession.

They all latched onto him.

And then they were rising to the surface.

The air hit Charlie fast as he began coughing for air. It was freezing.

But Katherine let out a laugh. “I told you we’d make it!” she stated, reaching over to clasp Race on the back as they all gripping onto Baymax for dear life.

No one else could bring themselves to be that giddy about the situation.

“We should get outta here…” Charlie suggested, looking over at Race who just lay his head down on Baymax’s stomach.

But Albert was the only one to respond, a small smile spreading onto his face.

“I know a place…”

————————————————

That was fun.

Here are more ideas about my Big Hero 6 AU! I hope you guys enjoy!

Much love! Lemme know what other scenes you guys wanna see!

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[blindersbeach]

the italian job pt. 2

requested// pt. 1 pt. 3

Tommy had left to do some business. You weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying and didn’t really notice him when he left. Your head was resting on top of your arms that were on the table.

“It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” Polly said softly as you started to cry more.

“No it’s not Pol! Sooner or later he is going to find out that I am a Shelby. And–And then he is going to die. The one man that I love is going to end up dead and I am going to have to watch. I am going to watch my brother kill Luca. I am going to watch the bullet go straight through his head and watch him–” You didn’t want to finish your statement. You were frustrated with yourself and the situation. Polly sighed knowing that you were right. She didn’t think that you were going to fall in love with him, especially since she knows you are almost parallel to Tommy. You both were stubborn, strong, independent and rarely fell in love. The only thing that really set you apart from Tommy was that you showed your emotions more than he did. Any time that Tommy ever really did show feelings was around you and Polly. As Polly was thinking about you and Tommy more, she realized that you both fell in love once and they died, well your situation was coming soon. She didn’t want you to go through the pain because she knew you were going to keep it in like Tommy.

“Would you like me to run you a bath? I’ll stay with you tonight so you don’t have to be alone.” Polly said as she put a hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you as much as she could. Through your sobs you mumbled a yes. Polly knew this would be a long night with possibly drinking that shouldn’t be done while a heart begins to break, especially with you. 

You heard the phone ring and ran to it. The same Italian screams were heard and you were instantly awake realizing them. You began to rub your eyes trying to push the rest of the grogginess off of you. Polly was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. She was glad that she stopped you and herself after the two glasses of the liquor Alfie supplied you constantly. It would’ve gotten a lot worse.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” You whispered away from the phone.

“Because you needed to rest.” Polly shrugged.

“Pick us up at the hotel. Be prepared for a long drive.” Matteo said and hung up. So did you. You rested against the small side table that held your telephone that was placed on top of a doily that Polly made when you were younger along with the picture of you and her that Luca had noticed. You shot up realizing that you had to leave in less than five minutes and weren’t even ready. You rushed into your room and changed into a simple dress and stumbled into your shoes. As you returned back into the kitchen, Polly realized something.

“You are going to Alfie’s today right? Well you might need that.” She pointed to your small handgun. You strapped it onto your thigh under your dress and then froze.

“Alfie’s?! Polly I totally forgot. What am I going to do? Did Tommy tell him anything? Did you tell him anything? I hope none of you did other than not to say anything about me.” You grabbed your coat and said your goodbye’s.

“Don’t forget your keys!” Polly said tossing them to you as you left out the door.

You had some small conversation with Luca and Matteo as you drove to London to Alfie’s distillery. They also said somethings in Italian about the deal they were going to make, which you already knew that Alfie was going to have some smart remark towards it. When pulling up to his distillery, you were relieved to see that he wasn’t outside. You went out and opened the door for them as usual. Matteo got out first and then Luca, he pressed a kiss against your cheek. You just blushed and then felt sad again. You were trying to be in the moment as possible even if you knew the inevitable.

“What’s wrong, Baby? Was it the long drive?” Luca stopped for a moment.

“No. It’s nothing.” You smiled and kissed him back, hoping he would buy it. He did and walked in with Matteo. You waited a moment watching them walk in. You reached in your car feeling for the spare pack of cigarettes that you kept in there. You found them and lit one. Leaning against your car, you closed your eyes and tried to relax. The cold air played at your neck and hands. Every so often there would be a small gust of wind that caused gooseflesh. You sat back in your car and closed your eyes and sat with the cig dangling in your hand outside.

“Lists of costs for the assassination of a dear friend because Tommy Shelby, like me is from an oppressed people. Then, I need you to put another ton on that because his brother is a fookin’ animal and he will come after me. I will also need another £200 because of my very close friend that as been driving you around since you got here…” Tommy had told Alfie the night before about what happened and said not to say anything, but Alfie would do anything to protect you even if he wasn’t. Luca’s balled his fists due to confusion and frustration. “Ah, you didn’t know that she was a close friend of mine or that she was a Shelby?” “She doesn’t matter to our business.” He simply shrugged you off, trying to make it seem like you and him weren’t in any form of relationship.

“For what I heard, she does to you.” Alfie continued to get under Luca’s skin, but continued to talk business. “Another…”

There was a cold and stiff object pressed against your temple. The burned out cigarette fell out of your fingers and your eyes opened. As you looked in your side mirror, you recognized Luca with his handgun. Your eyes instantly started to water after you realized what was happening. You didn’t expected Alfie to say anything about you, especially if Tommy said to protect you. If he really wanted to, he would be out here stopping Luca.

“Give me one reason not to pull the trigger.” Luca says with the part that scared you the most, his cold beak expression. “You lied to me. You lied to me about being a Shelby. See, where we come from we don’t like to be treated like that.”

“Because…” You didn’t want to say what you were about to, but it was true. Luca’s hand started to shake slightly. He didn’t want to do this.

“Why? Why shouldn’t I kill you like the rest of your family?” He pulled back the hammer on his gun. The sound that you’ve heard many times before, but never rendered your reaction now. Tears started to fall down your face.

“Because, Luca, I love you.” You couldn’t believe that you said that. You were never really the one to say or let alone feel it half the time. Almost every relationship you had been in before meeting Luca, you had settled. No one had really ever lived up to your expectations or you really didn’t want to be in one, but you thought might as well and not be lonely. You were never happy in your relationships and you usually ended them before they had time to develop or confess deeper feelings.

“How do I know you are being honest? You lied to me all this time.” Luca still didn’t drop his gun from your temple, although he did move his finger off the trigger.

“I have never loved anyone until I met you. Yeah, it was technically part of the plan, but I fell for you and that wasn’t.” He lowered his gun to his side. His face dropped from stubbornness to confusion.

“Leave… Just go.”

“Be careful tomorrow, please.” You put your hand on top of his for a brief moment. He rushingly kissed you before you drove off. While you were driving, you ended up on a road near a river. After deciding that it was a good decision to stop driving, you parked and stayed by the flowing stream. Your tears never seemed to stop.

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Amphetamine

WARNINGS: fluff, cursing

CHAPTER 11

Talia’s POV

The week had come quicker than expected. I tried my best to not seem over excited that Sam might be coming back today. But I also hadn’t heard from him all week so I was worried. All week I tried my best to stay focused for the sake of the kids and it was a task in itself. I finally understood what my Godmother meant by it being quiet without him around. It was definitely so.

I hit the button on my key fob, walking down the street to the venue where we’d hold our dance recitals, meeting up with my godparents and their kids, the girls dressed in their little unitards and their hair done up. We made a whole day of it, me and the girls. I gave the cutest little hair styles as my Godmother helped straighten my hair and I put a little stage makeup on them, practicing with them to make sure they remembered each move. Ava was so nervous but Mariah was ready to go. My Godmother, carrying little JJ, ran her fingers through my freshly straightened locks, making sure it hadn’t frizzed anywhere as Ava raised her arms to me. I straightened out my short, hot pink, ruffled ensemble before bending to grab her. “C’mon, sweetheart…” I sighed. What should’ve been a happy day was only bittersweet. Sam said he’d be here. As the days of the week drew closer to Saturday without a single word from him, I grew more and more worried. My heart had been in my throat all day just thinking about it.

“Do I still get to be a fox girl?” She asked me and I smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Of course, Ava. And you’ll be a pretty faerie with your sister and all the other girls in your class.” I said, adjusting her on my hip.

“I’m scared…” she pouted. My heart squeezed for her.

“Aw, precious, it’s okay to be scared. But you practiced so hard. And…” I decided to give her and myself a bit of false hope. “Sam’s gonna be here to watch you dance!” Suddenly the biggest smile spread across her face and that made me smile.

“Hi, Talia!” I heard from a group of my older students. They were dressed in their cute colorful dresses of variation. I was making them dance to kpop tonight and wanted them to dress accordingly.

“Hello, my lovelies!” I squealed as I approached them. “You guys ready for tonight?” They nodded. “Uh huh- Leia did you practice your solo?” She grinned confidently as she nodded. “Good girl. C’mon let’s get inside so we can practice.” I instructed and the girls began to run. “Be careful!! Don’t twist any ankles! We don’t need that…” I sang to myself. I took a deep sigh before heading into the building with my Godfamily.

I scrambled to make sure everything was going according to plan and that everyone was dressed properly. My groups were going last and I spent every ounce of time nitpicking at everything. Suddenly they called for the Celestial Fox number. I inspected each girl on their way out to the stage, giving encouraging words as best I could. “Big smiles! Keep your head up! Good luck! Have fun!” I would tell them as I straightened out their fox ears and tails. The ran out one by one to Amatukitune by marasy. An instrumental piano piece. Truth be told, the first performance was a mess but adorable nonetheless. I grinned as I watched the girls performing. The second performance was a faerie ballet number to What If by Emilie Autumn. I almost cried watching my little Godsisters twirling in their purple tutus and prancing about with their faerie wings. The last performance by my group of older girls. Peek-A-Boo by Red Velvet. That’s when I stepped in. The girls were living their best lives, being sassy and dancing so in sync as I approached the stage with a big smile. I ran the choreography with them, hyping them up as they danced and I had to say, I was damn proud. At the end of the routine, I stood off the left of the stage for the audience to applaud the children. They had a standing ovation. The looks of happiness and accomplishment on all the kids faces made all the struggle worth it. For a moment though, I caught myself scanning the audience for Sam’s face. But I didn’t see him. My smile faltered as I looked at my feet briefly.

I told my Godparents I would meet them at home. They wanted to take the kids out to celebrate but I was stuck conversing with parents and taking pictures with the kids I taught. It lasted what seemed like forever. Eventually, all the families had cleared out after I spent some time praising my girls for their performance. After everyone left, I stayed behind to clean up props and costumes from backstage. I gathered up every pair of faerie wings, every fox headband, and every leftover tutu before taking the box and placing it in the supply closet. I made sure everything was locked up in the back before leaving through the building. My black high heels clicking as it echoed through the now empty venue. I bid goodnight to the staff that stayed behind and dug through my purse to ready a cigarette, my lighter, and my keys. I placed a cigarette between my lips, ready to light it when I looked up. He stood before me under the streetlamp, dressed in black slacks and a white collared shirt, a few buttons undone at the top. He was smoking a cigarette of his own, a large bouquet of flowers in his hand as he waited for me. He looked tired. This trip definitely handed him his ass. When he finally noticed me, a relaxed grin spread on his face and a wave of relief crashed over me. It almost brought me to tears. “Sam…” I voiced, choking back tears.

Sam’s POV

I touched back down in Florida right on time. I figured I might be late so I had to do things on the fly. As I exited the airport I stopped by the florist store they had inside and at A&W on my way out. Marcel was waiting for me outside to take me home and help me set up my surprise. I wanted to make my homecoming set up real nice for Talia. She was probably gonna kill me for being late but it was gonna be worth it. “You go get ready, my man. I’ll get the boat ready.” Marcel told me as we arrived back home. As much as I would’ve liked to relax, I also wanted to see my girl. And as I checked my watch, I realized I was definitely going to be late. I took a quick shower, sprayed myself down with cologne, and got dressed in a white shirt and black pants. I didn’t wanna be too dressy but I wanted to look nice. I walked out into the living room to put on my nicer shoes. When I reached out for my fresh pack of cigs, I noticed the pink ticket sitting on the coffee table on top of a note weighed down by an empty beer bottle. ‘Hurry up idiot.’ It said, signed with a heart. I smirked as I lit a cigarette and grabbed my wallet and boat keys.

When I made it out to the dock, Marcel had just finished lining the inside of the boat with some white string lights. I made a face as he double checked the cooler and straightened out the blanket he folded. “I had no idea you were such a romantic, Marcie.” I chuckled, climbing into the boat.

“Look man you haven’t been here. Talia’s been missing you and I figured if you wanted to have an eventful homecoming, y'know what I mean, you might wanna look like you put in some effort.” He responded, raising his eyebrows. I gave him a strong handshake and a pat on the back, putting the flowers I bought on the top of the cooler.

“Well thanks pal. I really appreciate it.” I began to ready the boat to leave the dock and started the motor.

I gripped the steering wheel nervously as I sailed through the water. The last time I spoke to her, I told her I loved her. It was a big step for me. I don’t know what prompted me to say it. I was just looking at her and started to feel things. For a little while afterwards I thought maybe I shouldn’t have. But there was this moment on the job, when I thought I’d drown. Like it might’ve been it. And all I could think about was her. That’s when I knew. I didn’t have to hide it from her.

It wasn’t very long of a drive by boat. I was definitely late but I was hoping I would still catch some of the recital. I docked the boat at the peer down the road, grabbed the flowers and ran for it. When I arrived at the building, I turned in my ticket and they gave me a flyer with the times each class performed. I had made it just barely. Walking into the theater, there were small girls dressed up like fairies, twirling around with their hands in the air and pointing their tiny feet to the music. It was absolutely adorable. I took a random empty seat in the back row, trying my best to stay hidden so I didn’t disrupt the show. A mom next to me greeted me with a disgustingly cheerful smile as I sat in the small foldable seat. “Any of them one of yours?” She asked me.

“Mine?! Nope! Nooo. Ha-ha. Absolutely not. The teacher is my girlfriend.” I answered with a nervous chuckle and my heart did a thing. I never actually ever said the words out loud. That she was my girlfriend. And the more I did, the more comfortable I became with that truth.

“You’re a lucky man! Talia’s just the sweetest!”

“Yeah, isn’t she?” I agreed with a grin.

Suddenly, a new song began to play, standing in the center with this short, bright pink little number was my girl. I had never seen her perform before. She led the girls into the choreography and fell into the background, letting her students do the work. But my gaze never left her. I watched her pop her hips and run her hands down her body, hitting every step on every beat. She looked fantastic. Her usually curly hair was straightened and her dress danced right below her thighs, subtly showing a curve with each motion. I was getting myself all worked up so I figured I’d quit and behave until later. As I watched her dance, I shook my head. Whoever passed her over for anything clearly didn’t have eyes. She was talented beyond all measure.

When the show ended, I stood up to join the standing ovation. She really was good at her job and I was proud of her. I wanted to go up to her afterwards but she was being swarmed by parents wanting pictures with their kids and such. So I hung back, waited outside for the crowd to dissipate. I smoked a cigarette or two for what felt like ages before I turned to glance at the door. I couldn’t stop the smile on my face and the tension on hers seemed to disappear. I stood up as she looked over my body, smiling at my clothes. I began to walk towards her and I could feel my ears heating up.

“I uh...tried to dress for the occasion. Traffic on the water is shitty right now and… I had to find a florist that was still open…” I said, watching her body walk toward me, the ruffles on her top floating about in the wind, her legs elongated by the heels she wore. My mouth hung open a bit and she placed a hand on my cheek. I covered her small hand with mine, leaning into her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, she kissed me deeply. She kissed me as if she hadn’t seen me in years. To be honest, it’s what it felt like. Like I had been away from her too long. I rested my forehead on hers with a smile, raising the flowers between us. “These are for you.” I smirked and she accepted them with a tear in her eye. She gave my face a once over and a flash of worry displayed on her face as she noticed the massive bruise over my eye and the cut above my eyebrow.

“Ah, dude…” She whispered, running her thumb beneath the sensitive area. “I told you to be careful!” She pushed my hair behind my ear and I just kissed her hand and her face once more.

“And I have been! I’m back in one piece ain’t I?” I reassured her with a smile.

“That’s gonna scar.” She said pointing to my head wound as I pulled her closer.

“I think I’ll be just fine.” I said kissing her forehead, nose, and lips.

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an leabharlann | pt 2 | finn shelby

(part one)

@collecting-stories

The last few weeks had been heaven and hell mingled together. 

Heaven was found in Florence’s arms. Once he’d worked up to actually kissing her, he couldn’t tear himself away and they spent time they should have been studying lent up against stacks of tax law in the back of the library. She had a habit of giggling against his lips and at first he’d thought she was laughing at how bad he was but she’d assured him it was just the situation they found themselves in. Tucked up in dusty aisles stealing kisses on a Sunday afternoon with a boy from a big family was not where she’d seen herself when she’d applied for the librarian job. She was having a whale of a time.

Hell came when he had to step back out through those big blue doors, do a double look around the street like he was crawling out her window, and scuttle home, a book for Polly tucked under his arm as cover and another for himself hidden in his pocket. John still took the piss, Tommy had ruffled his hair with a smirk and told him he was a good boy, like he was still a child, and the rest of them had all laughed at his expense.

He felt like blurting it out, that he wasn’t just Polly’s runner boy, that there was a pretty girl with a pretty smile waiting for him there. That she’d taught him his letters, that he could write his name and hers now. That she’d swiped a little notebook for him and wrapped a clumsy bow on it with a pen poked through. “For you to practice with”. He swiped the papers for himself, before Polly chucked them in the fire, and he had a little stack tucked under his bed. He’d copy words out of the articles and whisper the sounds to himself and then read the list back to Florence at the end of the week.

She’d tilt her head to him, nodding along, mouthing the sounds to herself as he did. When he finished she’d smile, grasp his arm, and plant a big kiss on his cheek with a giggle. She never thought he was stupid when he struggled, she was patient, and kind. And by God, was she pretty.

“I wrote you something”

They were lying bellies down in the tax aisle, rain hammering against the high windows, a book out in front of them. She’d been reading to him, tracing the line with her finger so he could keep up, but he’d been stealing looks at her and barely taking in the words. She rolled her eyes over the page to him.

“You’re supposed to be concentrating, Finn”

“I know but I wrote you something”

She quirked an eyebrow and moved to her side, balancing on her elbow. He liked the way her hair fell over her shoulder, like a wave against the cliffs, rolling and twisting to find its path, dragging the other strands with it.

“What did you write me?”

He fumbled in his pocket for the notebook, flicking it to the right page. He put it out in front of her and waited for her to study the imprecise shapes.

“Will you go the pictures with me?”

“Yeah”

She bit at the inside of her lip and flicked her eyes from the page to him and back again.

“I didn’t know I had a choice in this? I thought Finn fucking Shelby had already made the decision?”

She was teasing him with her tone and he gave her a little smile back, flustered all the while.

“Polly says I have to start using my manners more”

She laughed out loud at this, throwing her hand up to cover her mouth, trying to stifle the sound as someone shushed her in the distance. She coughed and then hummed at him.

“Well, Polly is right”

“Always”

“That’s a fact if ever I heard one”

She rolled back onto her stomach and fiddled with the notebook.

“What picture?”

“Uhh, I dunno. We’ll see what’s on?”

“If I were to say yes, I would get to pick”

“Yeah, ok”

“Pass us a pen?”

He fumbled again in his jacket, dropping loose cigs on the ground, betting tickets, coins and crap, before he found what he was looking for. She shook her head at him, looping words onto the page under his scrawl. She dropped the pen in the pile and held the notebook up to him.

“What does that say?”

He furrowed his brow, studying the words carefully. Her letters weren’t the same as his, cursive and flowing, and it took him a second to double check in his mind before he spoke.

“It’s a date then”

“It’s a date”

-

“Who you all dressed up for?”

Fuck. He was hoping to sneak out while his brothers were busy but Arthur had caught him cutting out and his question had drawn the others in.

“No-one, I’m not”

“Off to the library again, are you?”

“Shove off, John”

“Leave him alone, she’s doing him good”

He furrowed his brow and turned to Polly.

“What?”

“Oh, Finn, you’re a lot of things, but you’re not subtle. D’ya think I haven’t noticed?”

“I dunno what you’re talking about, Pol”

“I’m talking about you and Florence, never forget I know everything that happens in this house”

“She ain’t even been in the house yet”

The boys let out a yell at his and he realised his mistake.

“Oh, fuck off the lot of you”

“Eh, how longs this been going on then?”

He pulled his hat back off and dropped it on the table.

“Couple weeks”

“Leave him be, leave him be” Tommy took the cig he was lighting for himself out of his mouth and Finn sighed, pocketing his lighter and dropping into a chair.

“I’m meant be taking her the pictures”

“That’s lovely, Finn, nice and respectable”

“Depends what they’re gonna do there”

He kicked out the leg of John’s chair and watched as he went sprawling back. Polly shouted at them when they went for each other and Arthur pulled John away when he tried to right himself.

“I’m sure Finn will be a complete gentlemen, unlike you John”

“He better be, Florence is a lovely girl, if I find out you’ve not been treating her right I’ll have your head, lad”

“I asked her proper, wrote her a note and everything, used my manners Pol”

“You wrote her a note? You can’t bloody read, Finn”

“I can actually, John” he lit a cig for real this time, taking a deep drag before he carried on, half whispering, “a little bit, she taught me my letters and that”.

Polly’s face softened and the boys all looked between each other with a look he couldn’t fix. He was waiting for one of them to make a joke but one never came. He focused on the smoke in his lungs, rolling the cig between his fingers, and waited.

“She’s teaching you to read, Finn?”

“Yeah, I asked her. Sick of being thick”

“Oh Finn-“

“She don’t think I’m thick, Pol, she taught herself when she were little, she don’t make fun of me. I’m doing well, she says, I read half a page the other day”

Polly clasped her hands in front of her face, smiling at him.

“Well, that’s lovely, Finn”

“Yeah, Finn. Good on ya” Arthur clasped a hand to his shoulder.

“When are you taking her to the pictures?”

“Tonight, we’re gonna get the six show, I think”

“Well then,” Tommy stamped out his smoke in the ashtray and stood before rooting in his pocket, throwing a set of keys over the table at him, “you better impress the lady, give her a good night to say thank you for teaching you to read”

“I can have the car?”

“You can borrow the car” he wagged a pointing finger at him “and you can bring it back without a scratch, by midnight, or so help me, Finn Shelby”

“Oh, Finn”

“Polly, stop” he pocketed the keys and stubbed his smoke over Tommy’s.

“He’s not marrying her”

“That’s what you said Johnny”

“I’m not marrying her! I’m taking her the pictures, that’s all”

“And learning to read”

He tugged his hat back on.

“Don’t take the piss, John”

“I’m not! Eh-“he squared up, slapping his cheeks and smiling “I’m proud of you, Finn. And I’m giving you half my shifts from now on cos you can read the board now can’t you”

“Oh piss off”

“Let the boy go, there’s a lady waiting for him” Polly stood up, tidying the table as went, and gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left.

-

Finn realised he’d never actually seen her outside the library and her stripy shirts before, so when he pulled up to the end of the farm lane and saw her leaning against a fence post in a flowery dress, he took a minute to process it.

Fuck, she’s pretty. And she’s coming the pictures with me.

“Finn!” she swayed through the puddles on the mud track and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Since when do you have a car?”

“Oh, it’s my brothers. He said we could borrow it for tonight, to impress you like” You didn’t need to tell her that, Finn.

“Your brother knows about me?”

“Uh, yeah”

She’d furrowed her brow, confused, but when he confirmed it a smile broke out on her face, slow at first, then wide and she shuffled a little in place.

“Oh, well then”

“Sorry, did you not want…”

“No! I mean, yes. Fuck, I don’t know what I mean. I thought I was a secret, is all”

“I wasn’t keeping you a secret. I’m not ashamed of you or anything. I just...”

“Your brothers would take the piss, is all”

“Yeah”

“Yeah”

“Florence!”

She took in a deep breath at the sound of the voice off to the side.

“Well, here’s my brother to take the piss, uhh, just to let you know – he doesn’t know about you”

She avoided his eyes, turning to the man who was climbing over the fence at the edge of the field.

“Who’s this?”

“This is Finn, he’s taking me to the pictures tonight”

“Oh is he?”

“Yes, he is, actually”

Finn stood to the side of them, staying quiet, and doing his best to disappear. Her brother was a foot taller than him, two on her, and built like a brick house. Fuck.

“Right, so does dad know about this?”

“He knows I’m going to the pictures, I told him”

“Yeah, but did you tell him he’s going with ya?”

His arm came up to point at Finn and Florence fluttered about for a moment.

“He didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell him, no”

“What’s your name?” the brother turned to him, arm still pointing, brow furrowed.

“Uh, Finn”

“Right, UhFinn, I knew that didn’t I? Because she told me, so what’s your name?”

“He’s a Shelby”

“I’m asking him”

Florence huffed and crossed her arms, staring off across the field, looking bored with the whole thing.

“I’m a Shelby”

“A Shelby?”

“Yeah, a Shelby” Finn stood up as straight as he could, taking his hat off and squaring up to her brother. If he hits me, I’ll get battered.

“Robbie…” Florence’s voice was still bored, rather than concerned, and he took it as a sign that her brother was just trying to intimidate him, rather than actually going to hurt him.

“He treat you right, Florry?”

Their eyes never broke and Finn was doing his best not to blink.

“Yeah, Robbie, he does”

Robbie nodded at this, then leaned in a little closer.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re a Shelby, you hurt her-“

“Yeah, yeah, big brother threats, you’ll batter him, he gets it. I’m bored can we go now, please?”

Robbie stopped, sighed, and turned to her.

“Can you just let me do this, please?”

“No, don’t be a dolt. Now piss off and let me have my fun”

He turned back to Finn, squinting at him and shaking his finger.

“If you have too much fun-“

“I will put a pig in your bed, Robert, and a sheep in your bathtub”

Finn furrowed his brow at this, and broke his stare to look at Florence with a look that showed his confusion.

“It’s a…it’s a thing we say, he understands. Never mind, let’s just go”

“You’re going nowhere without a coat”

“Oh good Lord, do you wanna pack my lunch box as well, Rob?”

“Here she can have mine” Finn shuffled off his coat and wrapped it over her shoulders, running his fingers through the hair at the back and gently laying it over the collar. The gesture seemed to placate Robert, who crossed his arms and shuffled in place.

“See? He’s a gentlemen”

“Never heard that said about a Shelby”

“Yeah, and what do they say about Turners, Robbie, eh?”

“Nothing nice since ‘64”

Finn scowled again and looked to Florence.

“It’s a…long family story, that involves pigs in beds and sheep in bath- look let’s just leave, alright?”

She grasped his arm and turned him off down the lane, towards the car.

“11, Florrie!”

“Midnight, Robert!”

He helped her into the car and she hummed a little as she looked around.

“I’ve never actually been in a car before – they look different inside”

“You’ve never been in a car?”

“Cattle truck and stuff, ya know, but…not all of us are posh folk, Mr Shelby”

She smirked at him, gathering his coat around her and he made a note to let her wear his clothes as often as possible.

“Oh here”

He reached back behind her and pulled out a little bunch of yellow flowers, which he now realised matched her dress, and she must have to because she giggled as she held them to her chest.

“You brought me flowers!”

“Polly insisted I bring you something nice”

“Remind me to thank Polly, she’s doing a good job with you”

“She says the same about you”

Her smile fell a little at this, not upset, but just gentler, blinking into the flowers as she pressed her nose to them and hummed.

“Don’t people usually bring roses?”

“Uh-sorry. I can get you new ones, on the way”

She laughed into the flowers again.

“No, I’d hate roses!”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t hate roses I just…don’t buy me roses, please. I meant, guys all usually buy roses because it’s what you buy, and you didn’t, you brought me these”

“I didn’t know”

“I think you knew” she nodded to him and smiled.

“I just thought they were pretty and you’re pretty and…” he stuttered over the words and she laughed at him again. He didn’t mind when she laughed at him. He shook his head and turned to start the car.

“Never mind, let’s go the pictures”

He nodded his cap to Robbie, who was still stood square in the middle of the lane, arms crossed and staring them down.

“Nice man”

“Oh, he’s lovely”

They laughed as he turned the car and started off down the way back to the proper road.

“What’s all this about pigs in bathtubs?”

“No, it’s a pig in the bed and…” she sighed and turned in the seat to face him better, “ok, so, my grandad right, in ’64-“

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You: [fem!dean badboy!cas unest.] (1am) Cas, come over. I can't sleep. I'll owe you a cig. DW

Stranger: Little busy right now, babe. Save me that cig though. CN

You: Busy? At 1am? Can't you ditch it and come over? DW

Stranger: What can I say, busy life. CN

Stranger: Give me 20 more minutes. CN

You: How about I come over to you? I'm not changing though. DW

Stranger: I've got company but sure, you can come over. CN

You: Wait, what? Cas, are you having sex right now?? DW

Stranger: Not exactly. CN

You: Just tell me what you're up to. DW

Stranger: I'm getting a blow job and smoking some pot. CN

You: And texting me. She doesn't mind you not paying attention? Or is it a he this time? DW

Stranger: He doesn't mind. Thinks I'm taking pictures. CN

You: Please do. Send me one too. DW Who is it? DW

Stranger: Really? CN

Stranger: I don't know. Luc? One of Gabes buddies. CN

You: Yeah, why not? Also, I'm coming over. DW

You: He's older than you? Damn, Cas, good work. DW

Stranger: Hell yeah. CN

Stranger: By the way he's like, completely gay. Don't try anything with him. CN

Stranger: [Image attached: Luc grinning up at the camera before going back down on Cas.] Have a lovely video. CN

You: Yeah, yeah, wasn't planning on it. I can't share him, but I can still share some pot, right? DW

Stranger: Of course. I'll always have pot for you. CN

You: God, he's hot. I'm gonna want to see that video when I get there. Or if you can hold out a few minutes, I'll catch the live show. DW

Stranger: I'll try. CN

You: Awesome. I'm almost there. DW [paras?]

Stranger: (Sure, could you start?)

You: [Okay]

You: Deanna had left her small apartment a few minutes after she had texted Cas initially. If Cas said he was busy, he would probably be a long while. She walked up to his building and went to the second floor to his apartment. She dug around in her jacket pocket before pulling out a key to his place and unlocking the door. She was still in her night clothes with just a jacket on top (might be Cas', it was huge on her). "Cas?" she called out as she walked into his room. "Oh, hello," she said with a smirk as she found him with Luc on his knees in front of him. She walked forward and pecked Cas' cheek before glancing down at the older boy, grinning. "He any good?" she asked quietly.

Stranger: Cas had spent the last two days in a drug and sex filled haze, only really making conversation with Cas and whatever friends of his chose to come visit him. When Dean had asked him to save himself he couldn't deny, pulling Luc off and letting him have a rest before his friend showed up. When Deanna walked in he grinned, welcoming the kiss to his cheek. "Amazing. Good stamina, he's had my cock in his mouth for almost an hour now." He murmured breathily.

You: Deanna's eyes widened. "Really? Wow, that /is/ amazing," she said. "Now that I'm here, I think you can let him go," she said. "I'm bored, I need you to be focused on me," she told him. With that she walked towards the bed to look for Cas' joint. She found an unlit one and quickly lit it, taking slow, long drags from it. "Do you need help? You're taking a long time," she said, walking back over to him with the joint dangling from her fingers.

Stranger: Cas just smirked and rolled his eyes, De could get demanding from time to time, especially when something was bothering her, or she didn't have enough attention. He let his head fall back when she went, reaching up to pluck the joint from her lips once she was back. "Mm, if you want. There's a loaded bong over there." He gestured to the low table. "Go get that started and I'll be over.m, alright?"

You: Deanna crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Aren't you high enough, already? No more of that for you," she said. She was a little worried about him, to be honest, and she needed to get him out of whatever rut he was in. "Just fuck his mouth quickly, let him go, and then you're going into the shower. And then we can talk, or you can finally go to sleep," she said. She did need to talk, she missed him, but if he needed to rest, it was fine. She'd stay here for the night, they could talk in the morning.

Stranger: Cas just frowned. "Alright. Damn. Way to kill the mood." With that Cas gently nudged Luc away, letting him know that he could finish now. Cas had made plans to go out with him tomorrow, but he was pretty sure wasn't going to let that happen. He tucked himself back into his boxers, a job that could be finished in the shower, and sighed, leading Luc to the door. Luc got clingy and sweet, kissing Cas and telling him how perfect he was. Five minutes went by and Cas returned with red lips, even messier hair and a hickey on his neck. He sighed and picked up the joint again as he flopped down into his chair.

You: Deanna huffed as Cas went out of the room. She didn't mean to be a spoilsport, really. She wanted to have fun too, and let Cas do whatever he liked. But being inside his apartment, with everything smelling like pot, or sweat... It was disgusting, and someone had to say something to Cas. She walked over to his chair and sat down next to him, wedged in, half sitting on his lap. "I wasn't trying to kill the mood, you coulda come first," she told him. "He seems... nice," she said, trying to get him to smile as she poked his ribs. "Really likes you, huh?" she commented, turning her head to stare at the hickey. She reached out and pressed the bruised skin before replacing her thumb with her mouth, sucking hard at his skin, feeling something like jealousy in her stomach.

Stranger: Cas welcomed De with a loose arm around her waist, dropping his head back against the chair. "Mm, he's alright. Too needy, though.." he scoffed, rubbing a hand down his face. "He's been here for two days and hasn't let me suck him off or even touch him the whole time." He let out a long sigh at the feel of De's lips and smiled. "Thought I had to get a shower? Or was that just so you could have me to yourself?"

You: Deanna pulled back, pleased to see the spot become darker and larger. She sighed and kissed his jaw. "No, you really do need to take a shower. I'm not getting into bed with you stinking like you do," she said. "C'mon, get up," she said and pulled away. She stood and then tugged at his arms, "Get into the shower," she said, pushing him towards the bathroom gently. "Want me to join you?" she asked.

Stranger: A groan left Cas throat when he had to stand and he sighed. Slowly making his way to the bathroom, chuckling at the nudges De was giving him his back. When he reached the door he turned around, chuckling as he took his clothes off in front of his friend. "I don't really mind. Question is, do you want to join me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow before turning into his bathroom.

You: Deanna smirked and followed him inside. She did want to, and she didn't mind either. She stripped out of her clothes and joined Cas under the shower spray. "How long since you last showered?" she asked. "Also, could you shave? You look hot and everything, but I really don't want beard rash on my skin," she told him with a grin.

Stranger: Deanna could be the biggest pain in the ass sometimes, but still Cas smiled, shaking his head as he kissed the top of hers sweetly. "You're such a diva. And the last time I showered was like 3 days ago. I'm not that gross, just had /a lot/ of sex." He laughed, reaching up to get his razor before handing it to De. "You wanna do the honours? I'm too stoned."

You: Deanna wrinkled her nose at him. "Don't be stingy with the body wash," she commented with a chuckle. She took the razor from him and smiled up at him. "Shower first. I can shave your face after we get out, okay?" she said. She put the razor away and quickly used the soap to lather and wash her body. Might as well, since she was in shower.

Stranger: Cas just laughed at her, taking the body wash but just standing to watch her for a moment. He'd had two girls over yesterday, but De beat them by far. "You're amazing, you know that?" He murmured, making sure to cover himself in soap. "Like, seriously." He whistled, teasing. "God damn."

You: Deanna giggled and pinked, batting at his soapy chest. "You're not so bad yourself, Cas," she told him, looking him up and down with her eyebrows raised. "I'm gonna hop out. Unless you want me to shampoo your hair?" she offered with a shrug.

Stranger: Cas hummed, grabbing his friend by the waist and pulling her closer. "You can shampoo my hair. Give me a nice massage.." with that he picked his toothbrush out of the holder, squirting a generous amount of toothpaste on before he began brushing.

You: Deanna laughed as Cas brushed his teeth while in the shower. She turned him to face his back and then squirted shampoo onto his hair. She used her hands to work it into a lather, being careful to avoid his eyes. "Your hair are getting so long," she murmured. She tugged at them with a grin before pushing him under the water spray and washing the shampoo out. Then she started massaging his shoulders and continued till the water started turning tepid. "Okay, let's get out. I still gotta shave you."

Stranger: "I like it." Cas mumbled with a mouthful of mint, spitting. And then grinning when De pulled on his hair. "Kinky." He stayed silent the rest of the way, relaxing under the pressure of Deannas hands and the warm water. When the girl spoke he hummed and opened his eyes. "Mm, alright." With a turn he wrapped his arms around the girl, walking her out of he shower. "You're like my personal little groomer."

You: Deanna laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well, someone's gotta make sure you look presentable," she joked. "How else are you gonna win the beauty pageant?" She leaned up and pecked his lips lightly before pulling back. "Oh! Look who's back..." she said with a smirk, glancing down at his erection. "Wanna take care of that first or should I shave you?"

Stranger: "With my boyish good looks and charming personality." He chuckled, grin lazy as he sat up next to the sink. "Duh." He welcomed the kiss, closing his eyes momentarily and humming. "You can take care of it for me, right seeetheart?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You: Deanna grabbed the razor and the foam before coming back to face Cas. "I'm not one of your sluts... But of course I'll take care of it for you," she said with a smirk. "Just hold still for this," she said and quickly started to shave his face. Once she was done, she wiped his face with a towel and grinned. "There you are," she said. "Much better," she said. She stepped back so he could step down. "Bed?"

Stranger: Cas poured when De started to shave his face first, fidgeting and ending up with a few little cuts here and there. When she was done he sighed, hopping down. "Yes please." He started to nudge De towards the bedroom, slowing every so often to enjoy the view.

Stranger: pouted*

You: Deanna laughed as Cas tried to hurry her up. "So impatient," she complained in amusement. She sat down on the edge, still naked and a little damp. "How do you want me?" she asked, staring at his face before sliding her gaze down to his impressive cock.

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