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idjitlili · 2 years

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Billy hargrove x female reader.

Bulltrue.

Summary: working at the video store along side Steve and Robin had its 'disadvantages'.

Word count: 3677

Warnings: Billy lives au and I cannot remember if the video store was next to the arcade, anyways. Language, undressing. Sex references.

A/n: Please, I am having intense feelings about Billy, and I have not wrote fanfiction in months, I apologise. I ended a bad relationship a couple of weeks ago, which distracted me from writing. ( Why ikr reading fanfiction is so much better.) BUT IM HERE and I love men with long hair. Pls michael and billy are the same.

NOT MY IMAGE

Deciding to work in the video store for the summer seemed like a good idea at the time, and maybe it was, except cleaning up the vomit and other human discharge. Judging random peoples movie taste? Who wouldn't want to do that?

You had moved to Hawkins that year from a long way away, you knew no one. Well, until you had met Robin and with meeting her you met Steve, then after meeting Steve the rest came along. You had met Robin when your mum had sent you to mall to pick up some things with the promise that you could get food. And you had chosen to get Ice-cream, and with that Robin had served you and questioned you as you did stick like a sore thumb.

Everyday you had to work, you'd walk, the same route, the same routine ( depending on your schedule but it was most the same). Everyday you did the same loud blue camaro would drive past, each time almost making your ears explode. At first you did not trust the speed at which the driver was going at, but as time went on the car had slowed down. You never got a good look at the driver but he did get one each day he saw you.

Billy would not admit to himself he had taken a liking to you ( even with never interacting with you), no, he was simply checking you out.

"Hey, Y/n." Steve had greeted you with the most monotone voice, a gust of air reaching you from where he had walked past you as you restocked the horror section. Putting down the VHs your legs had cracked from where you had been kneeling for so long.

"Oh, hi. You okay?" His eyes turning back to you after he'd put his bag in the staffroom he had huffed resting his hands on his hips his eyebrows scrunched.

" Absolutely brilliant, sweets."

"Right, well, you've got bird poop in your hair." Eyes widening Steves hands immediately reached his hair with panic he had began to yell a large range of curses, until he saw the smirk plastered upon your face.

" Wow, not funny." With that he walked off still messing with his hair. Reaching ovver to pick up the last VHS, Lost boys. The sound of a pair of feet had reaching your ears just as you saw the two legs behind you through legs. Legs in tight blue jeans. You hadn't heard the bell ring. Quickly standing to full height, spinning on the balls of feet to face the customer.

Ghosting over your body with his bright eyes,long dark lashes, smirk building. He wanted you to see him checking you out. His lips twisted, soft lips, like perfect lips, kissable like River phoenix's. Golden curls of hair sitting on his shoulders, tank cling to him and jeans tighter than david bowies leggings.

" ooh,hi , s-sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?" Cheeks hot, as you stubbled over your words, being jumped out of your skin by a random hot individual was understandble reason to get flustered. Especially when he had just laughed. Reaching up to hold your rname tag inching closer as he lent over to read it.

"Don't apologise...Y/n. Ah. Yes, actually you can." Losing eye contact his eyes scanned the room,like to see what actually this store was, to make up an excuse to talk longer. Though you didn't think that. His eye locking back onto you.

"I'd like to rent a movie, do you have any suggestions for me, Gorgeous." Cheeks heating up again at the strangers playful tone, you looked down at the video in your hands.

" Well, without knowing amything about you just going off your fashion sense, I feel like Lost boys would be a good choice for you." His lips dropping from his charming smile into a o shape, as he became flustered by your comment. No one, no one, speaks to Billy Hargrove like that. But Billy for once was not angered, instead he saw the smirk plastered on the face he had been thinking about for weeks and laughed.

" Oh, do tell me what's that's supposed to mean." His rough hands brushed against yours as he took the video tape from your hands to inspect the video.

" I mean, firstly you have a mullet so, and UI was deciding is he going for Rob Lowe in st Elms fire or Michael Emerson from Lost boys. And from your charming behaviour yes you act more like Rob but Lost boys is Such a better movie. And I mean no offence both are very handsome." He raised an eyebrow at you looking away from the video.

"Are you calling me handsome, Y/n?" Billy wasn't the type to tease with no intention of getting laid, since the accident at starcourt, he has changed. Not that he would admit that either. Almost dying changes your perspective on things, how you feel about people, how you feel about yourself, what you haven't achieved, and things you're not proud of. For Billy he wanted someone to love, yes he knows he cares for Max now but that isn't the same as romantic love. Since he saw you he wanted you, he didn't know why, so here he was.

"Uhhhh...yeah. You do look like you're dressed up as Michael."

"Bullshit."

"Bulltrue."

The teasing between the pair of you had caught the attention of your coworker, Steve had not heard you act this way with anyone previously and recognised the voice of the guy you were speaking to. He dreaded the outcome of his walk toward you.

"Y/n, there you are- oh." Steve had walked towards you, quite loudly, locking eyes with Billy . Taking in his posture, Billy's arm rested on the shelf next to you, the gap between you very small for strangers, the suggestive eyebrow raise from Billy angered Steve for your sake. He didn't want you to get used by some man whore.

"Harrington."

"Billy."

The tension in the air between the two, was obvious to you, and probably literally anyone, they were death staring each other. Sure Billy had changed, and Steve did know Billie saved Eleven but still he did not trust him. Plus, how many times has he been beaten up by him. Too many. There wqs silence between the three of you for a good minute before Steve patted his hand on your shoulder. It was clear Steve would be talking to you after Billy had left.

"So, it seems you and Steve have a great relationship... " Billy had chuckled lightly.

" You could say that."

" Well, Billy what do you think about renting Lost boys?"

"I'll rent it, just so I can come back and speak to you." You simply smiled at Billy, knowing that he was the type of guy to flirt with anything or anyone. ( Poor coconut. Yes, that one story about guy fucking cocunut, Billy probably did something like that.)

Ringing him up at the counter, he sent you one last wink, before turning to slowly walk towards the door giving youa great view of his ass in his tight jeans.

" Bye, sweetheart, see you soon. " watching him as he eent through the glass doors turn his face to the right for a second , as to get another look at you. Smirking himself that you were still fixated on him. Opening the drivers door of his camaro, he had sped off in seconds. Blue camaro, the car, that you saw everyday. Deducing thst it was the same one as how many people drive a car like that in Hawkins? Not many.

Steve stood at the counter resting his back on it with his arms crossed, his lips turned downwards and slowly shaking his head. Within the next hour ( broken up due to customers), he had explained everything there was to know about Billy Hargrove.

The things Stevehad told you about the 'Keg king' made you rethink your meeting of Billy. Had he just been sweet and flirty because you were 'fresh meat' another bitch to conquer. The way he apparently treated people like Steve presented insecurity in himself, like Billy was trying to tame a bull, the bull being the world. Maybe there was someone deeper going on in his head. Maybe, he had built this walls to protect himself from further hurt.

Though, what would you know you just convinced him to rent a movie.

The next time you had seen Billy was lesss than a week later, well, one working day for you. Didn't want to be charged a late fee, clearly. Steve was not working at that time, Robin was tasked with reshelving and you were stuck behind the counter. Which you didn't mind because you got to sit and read (or doodle) other than the socal interaction you had to deal with it is great.

Placing your slushie back onto the counter , the water droplets falling to the surface, as you sneezed into your elbow for what felt like trillion sneezes. The patter of trainers walked towards you unknowingly, those feet which were normally booted.

"Bless you." With your eyes closed still you figured that was not Robins voice. Opening them you were faced with Billy leaning his forearm on counter , his lips twisted in a smile as he chewed quietly on the gum inbetween his lips. Sunglasses rested on the centre of his tank top, he was dressed in his lifeguard uniform, with his tight bright shorts highlighting his mighty sword. Maybe, you should stop checking him out wuen he watching? Would that be impossible?

"Thank you." Sipping at your slushie again, the straw between your plump lips , Billy watching intently.

" You're so welcome, babe." As you pulled away from the straw, Billy held his hand out for your drink. He looked like he needed it, his exposed body was glistening in the light that travelled through the windows, what moisturiser and oils did he use to look that good. Maybe, it was just sweat. Before you could let go of the slushie his hand had latched onro the cup whilst you still held it and had taken a long sip from it. Before slowly releasing his grip from you to fiddle with the Lost boys vhs tape on the counter.

Okay, admittedly you wouldn't allow some random person to drink your drink but his smile and his 'kurt cobain' ( great description you know) eyes with his long lashes fluttering at you made your heart beat unbearably fast.

"W-what did you think of the movie?" Spluttering over you words to cover up your nerves due to the man in front of you piercing you with his eyes.

"Well, I can definitely understand how I look like Michael just ten times more attractive. Other than that, I loved it. You are very good at your job." He paused for a moment to caught his breathe before reaching up to push a strand of hair from your face.

" Though, Y/n, that does make me wonder about what else you can do." If your face was not on fire already it was now, the words dripped out of his soft lips like syrup.

"Uh.. , well, I can consume the rest of this slushie." And before you could grab the slushie , Billy had it holding it away from you, urging you to reach and grab it.

" Can you?" Huffing you sunk back into your chair , Billy just smirked from above you.

" I'm only teasing." Handing you back the slushie , and pushing the Vhs towards you.

"I need you to recommend me another movie, if you would."

You didn't see the Billy that Steve had described, other than the flirting but that was just in Billy's nature. He seemed sweet, and he seemed to take a liking to you. Sometimes multiple times a week Billy would come in ask yoj to recommend him a movie qnd then talk to you qbout it when he returned. Never, did he speak to any of your coworkers only to asl for you.

Robin and Steve and sometimes the little ones would discuss Billy and you. Sometimes being everytime they saw you two interact. For four weeks , four weeks Billy had to entered the video store with the sole purpose of talking to you with the cover of renting of videos.

On one particular day you had been walking home with rain chucking down, hail stones , lightning, the works. Your clothing stuck to your body like sap, hair stuck to your face , not one inch of you was dry. You wished you had left your walkman at home, no doubt it was ruined.

Normally you loved the rain, the smell, the droplets hitting your face , but today hadn't been the best day. Both of your coworkers that were meant to work that evening after your shift had called in sick and no one could cover, so, you were stuck alone for over three hours. Not exactly great since it is a lot to run a wh9le store by yourself. Especially when a lot of weirdos love to come in before closing. You hoped Billy may of came in today, but he didn't oddly.

It had started to rain just as you got there for your shift and hadn't stopped, and even better no one could pick you up. To say the least you figured 'oh today the day either I get hit by lightning or get murdered' .

Walking along the path holding up your hood speed walking as quick as you possibly could. The thunder so loud you didn't hear the purr of the camaro that pulled up beside you. Rolling down his window, slowly following you as you walked away from the car Billy called for you.

"Y/n/n, Y/n. Y/n! " He had to shout loud, very loud like his father, loud like when he would threaten others, he hated that he to shout like that especially at you. You thought you had been imagining hearing your name, but when you did look around you saw Billy in his car smiling at you sympathetically. Turning on your feet you had walked over to his door , your hands leaning on thedoor as you bent down to talk to him. Already dripping into his car.

"Hey, Bil-"

"Get in the car." Interrupting you , Billy gestured for you to get in, his tone warm not like he some maniac telling to get the fuck in the car or he'd skin your toes for hotdogs. You didn't argue even though you didn't want to get his car to get soaked. Sitting on the leather shutting the door of the car , pealing of your hoodie from your skin whilst Billy watched you do so.

" You shouldn't be walking in this weather." That is all he said before he began to drive.

" I didn't have any other choice, Billy." Staring at the windscreen, the window wipers clearing it for barely a microsecond, barely could you see the road a head , it was almost dark. Turning to look at you briefly, Billy tclenched his hand on the steering wheel slightly, he felt bad, it was dark and he knew you hve walked back in conditions like this previously. He wanted to offer to drive you home but he felt like that was coming on too strong and kind of creepy.

"I can't see shit, is it alright if I pull over and see if this dies down a bit?"

Thus, leaving you trapped in a car with Billy Hargroves his camaro, the car you had heard so much about. In the dark in the rain, with his cassette playing lightly in the background of the rain smacking against the car. Drenched and freezing, even with the heat on. Billy had turned to his body to face you, eyeing over your trembling body.

"We've got to warm you up." Eyes widening snapping your face to look up to Billy, you realised this was a bad idea.

"Sorry, I meant I've got a blanket and dry clothes. I'm not trying to make a move." Guessing he didn't want to get his hair wet he climbing over the console and sat in the back of the car.

"Thank you." Ushering you to come sit in the back, he held out his hand to help you across. Not before you took your shoes off to not get dirt all over his car. Smiling at you gently as you gripped his hand. Though he raised an eyebrow about your prvious actions. You managed to carefully get over the console into the seat next to Billy.

Pulling the duffle bag from the floor,Billy pulled out a shirt and a clean pair of socks before grabbing the plaid blanket which wad thrown over the back of the seat. Passing you the clean clothes, he turned away from you.

" I'll leave more spare clothes in here for next time." Next time. Next time. What did that mean. He's just being nice surely. Pulling off your trousers and socks, replacing them with the tube socks the material trapoing the little warmth in.

" Really, Billy, thank you. You didn't have to offer me a ride home or do any of this. I really appreciate it, thank you." Billy watched the droplets of rain travel down the steamed up window, smiling to himself, not just because he has time alone with you.

"Sweetheart, there's no need to thank me, just didn't want some other guy picking up my girl." Pealing off your shirt about to put Billy's shirt on.

"My girl? Wow, where is she?" You should've put the shirt on before talking, especially teasing because clearly he thought you was dressed and turned to look at you only to see you shirtless. Eyes widening, his face flushed pink, Billy had turned away ( not quickly, he got a good look).

"Hm, in my trunk." Snorting at his comment you pulled the shirt over your head and wrapped the blanket around you shuffling over closer to Billy. Your thigh pressed against his, side by side , his warmth radiating from his body. Your hair dripping still, onto the blanket and Billys shirt. Legs bare riddled with goosebumps.

The rain still hitting the car with no sign of stopping. The windows all fully steamed up with the rainning hutting , nothing could be seen. For a few minutes silence remained between the two of you.

Fiddling with the hem of Billy's old PE shirt, your mind drifted to how you were half dressed in the back seat of a car with Billy Hargrove. If Steve could see you now, can't say youd think he'd be impressed. Compared to what Steve had suggested Billy had not been anything like what you would've thought if you just went on with Steves opinion. Maybe it was a red flag if a lot of people thought that way. He was sweet to you, stopped in the rain with you, gave you clothes, came to see you at work just to talk to you ( with the excuse that he was just renting movies) and well stole your slushie. You had grown fond of Billy, you hadn't realised until today when you didn't see him.

The presence of a rough hand being placed gently on your bare cold thigh had caused you to look up from the shirt to the hand on your thigh up to the blue eyes looking at you. Both of you knew that you would no doubt be suck here for a while.

"You know, this isn't a ploy to get in you pants. I know you've no doubt heard a lot about me." Shuffling closer to Billy you waited watching him bite his lip slightly contemplating whether to say more.

"What I'm getting at is we don't know much about each other but I'd like to get know you." Removing his hand from your thigh, gently brushed your hair out of your face Billys arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"I'd like that too." Sitting in the company of Billy Hargrove until the rain settled, just talking about nothing and everything. Time passing quickly , four hours had past before Billy had been able to drive you home.

Sitting in front of your house still in Billys clothes shoes back on, your wet clothes sat on your lap. Tying your hoodie around your waist as to cover yourself for when you'd have to walk to your house.

The thunder and lightning had stopped but the rain was still pouring. The street lights projecting orange light into the pathment , the droplets of rain illuminated by the light. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel briefly in thought, Billy turned to looked at you once with a small smile before jumping out the car , rushing to the passenger door. Pulling his leather jacket from his shoulders , his curls begining to be weighed by the rain, opening the car door for you. Leaning over placing a foot on the drenched road before getting out of the car, closing the door behind you.

Billy held his jackekt over your head, both of you rushing to get to your house, pulling your keys out of your bag at the same time. Pushing the door open, pulling Billy into your house by his waist.

"So, want to stay over? I have Lost boys on tape."

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imaginecolby · 1 year

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tiny dancer || c.b.

summary: when you succumb to injury, colby does all that he can to help take care of you

requested by anonymous.

dancing had been a huge part of your life, ever since you could remember. you started dancing at a very young age, all throughout grade school, and continued doing so throughout your adulthood. although, never super competitive, you did place rather well at the few competitions you did take part in.

you were a dancer through and through. which is why an injury was the absolute worst setback you could’ve imagined for yourself.

you’d been choreographing a dance for an upcoming music video for an upcoming music video of theirs. you spent the entire day at the studio with their dancers for the video, teaching them the routine. it was ending the end of the day, and you and the dancers had already run through the routine multiple times flawlessly. as your rental time on the studio was almost up, you’d gave the dancers the okay to go as you waited for colby to come pick you up.

while you were in the studio alone, you began running through the routine again, thinking of any changes you may want to make. you were taking a quick break when you saw the door to the studio open. you looked up in the mirror, and saw colby walking into the studio. he smiled wide as soon as he laid eyes on you, and you returned the smile.

“hey baby.” he said, walking up to you and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“hey.” you smiled. “thanks for coming to pick me up.”

“of course. are you ready to go?” he asked.

“lemme just run through this once more and then i will be.” you said, and colby nodded. you watched as he walked off to the bathroom as you turned the music back on.

you were about halfway through the routine when you got to a jump. you sprang up, and as soon as you landed, you knew you were messed up.

“ahh! fuck!” you groaned as you fell to the floor. you felt pain course through your entire leg as you started to cry. you heard colby rush back into the room, coming to your aid.

“y/n? are you okay?” he asked, taking you into his arms. you were in so much pain, you couldn’t even breathe. you just shook your head as the tears continued falling.

“alright, it’s okay. take some time to catch your breath. you’ll be okay.” he said, rubbing your back. you started to control your breathing, finally able to calm down and allow words to come out.

“i am in the worst pain i have ever experienced. i landed weird after a jump and i think i fucked up my ankle.” you said through gritted teeth as you tried to move.

“hey, hey. sit still. calm down a little bit more before you try to move.” colby said, continuing to hold you still. you just nodded and continued to steady your breath.

after about 15 minutes, you were finally able to breathe normally, and the pain had subsided just slightly.

“as much as i love sitting with you like this, we can’t stay here all night.” you laughed, looking up at colby.

“c’mon, let’s get you up.” he said, helping you get to your feet. you winced in pain as your movement worsened the pain. you clung to colby as he helped you move out to the car.

“thank you.” you said out of breath as you plopped down into the seat.

“i’ll go get your things.” he said before rushing back into the studio. he threw your bags in the back seat before situating in the driver’s seat. he drove as quickly as he could to the nearest ER to have your ankle looked at. as he drove, you focused on the passing scenery in order to take your mind off the pain.

once you arrived, colby helped you inside into the waiting area. he helped you get checked in and you sat there filling out paperwork while you waited to be seen. fortunately, it wasn’t too busy, so you didn’t have to wait too long before you were seen.

after a couple of hours, radiographs, and pain medications, you were booted up and ready to go. the doctor who evaluated your images relayed that you had a hairline fracture of your ankle, which of course was caused by your landing weird after your jump. you were sent home with a course of pain medications that were just a bit stronger than anything you could get over the counter.

once your visit was all said and done, and you were finally home, it felt as though you’d gone through the worst night of your life. by the time you were in bed, you could barely hold your eyes open any longer.

“alright, babe, you sit here while i get the bed set for you.” colby said as he set you down on the sofa.

you watched from barely opened eyes as colby moved around the bed, propping up pillows and making up your spot for you.

“thank you, baby.” you said softly as colby helped you up from the couch. you stumbled across the room with your crutches and flopped into bed. at this point, you’d taken the boot off and had an ice pack wrapped around your ankle with an elastic bandage.

“how you feeling?” colby asked, kneeling down next to you to be eye level.

“im okay at the moment. although, i am pretty doped up.” you laughed. “but thank you for helping me out tonight. i really appreciate it. i love you.”

“of course. i love you too.” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “now, get some sleep.” he added. you nodded and got as comfortable as you could with your foot propped up on the pile of pillows at the end of the bed.

over the course of your injury, colby was at your beck and call to help with anything you needed. you were very apologetic for being as needy as you’d been, but colby made sure you knew that he was beyond happy to help you out.

“i love you.” you said to him after he helped you get dressed after a shower. “i hate being so debilitated, but i truly appreciate how helpful you’ve been. thank you for everything.” you said, finishing pulling your pants up.

“i’ll always be here. you know that. you don’t have to thank me for any of this.” he said as he helped you into bed. “i love you.” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

fortunately, your fracture was almost completely healed, and you would finally be able to care for yourself. you knew that once you were back to 100%, you would be repaying colby for all his help in any way you could think.

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sunnyie-eve · 3 months

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1 | All grown up

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Mention of an abusive relationship

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Today I was returning home to West Chester after living in Ireland for a few years and LA for a few months. I practically had to begged my parents to let me leave because they wanted me to stay close. I was the only child they had faith in actually doing something smart with my life because I wasn't 100% like my brothers. My older brother was in a band and twin brother did stupid videos for a living along with skating. I mean when I was young I did videos with Bam but over time I wanted to focus on other things too.

When my plane landed I didn't see anyone waiting for me so I had to called my mom. "So am I supposed to get a ride home from the airport by myself or did you forget?" I ask her as I take a seat in a corner.

"I completely forgot! I'll have Bam come pick you up. I'm so sorry. Can't wait to see you." She ends the call so I just sit alone in a airport.

I don't know how much time passed till I heard someone calling out my name, "Annabelle Quinn Margera!" I get up from my spot. As I get closer to who was calling my name I realized it was Ryan Matthew Dunn.

"Do you really have to yell my full name out? It's very embarrassing." I say as people were looking at us walking, sitting, or standing by.

He turns around to face me and his jaw drops as he blinks at me, "Bam was busy so he sent me." He gives me a smile.

"Out of everyone... he sends the worst driver. And busy doing what? Screwing things up?" I ask not surprised as we start to walk towards the exit.

"I'm not the worst. And haven't changed have you? Well, I mean since the last time you changed." He chuckles.

"You mean me being mature and not a child? And yes you are... the accident." I come to a stop.

"You can be mature and still have fun. Have you seen Ape? Also okay... lets not talk about that. Ape still hates me for that." He stops as well to face me.

"Yes, I've seen her because she's my mother, Dunn." I say starting to walk again till we get to the car.

The drive back to the house was quite till Ryan decided to start asking questions, "Why did you leave? And so suddenly to?"

"Other than schooling... just to get away."

"Get away? Away from what exactly?" He looks over at me for a second.

"Life here. Living in Bam's shadow, losing your best friend to his ego, your parents expecting you to do something great with your life, you ex making up rumors, fall-, I could go on." I stop myself from saying the last part.

"No one believed those rumors, Anna."

"Yes, people did. Bam did at first and so did my parents because they adored him. I had to tell them my side of the story and make them believe I was telling the truth." I start to get upset thinking back to that day.

"I never believed a word that dick said about you. I was always on your side, and the other stuff I can kinda understand."

"No, you don't. You're apart of Bam's shadow making it bigger. He's still your best friend because you have an ego too." I look out the car window.

"Why come back if you left to get away?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." My voice cracks so I try to cough it off.

"Bels, what happened?"

"Please don't. I really don't wanna talk about it. Let's just pretend it's because I miss home." I look over at him and he nods his head.

When we got to the house Ryan helped me take my bags in. As soon as my mother saw me she let out a scream. "My baby girl! Look at you!" She runs over pulling me into a hug. "You're all grown up. Such a beautiful young lady. Don't you agree Ryan?" She smiles at him while I cringe.

Ryan looks at me getting embarrassed, "Yeah, she grew up." He says making me laugh at him.

"Where's the demon child?" I ask.

"Didn't he pick you up?" She asks me so I shake my head and point at Ryan.

"Bam!" She yells making him walk into the room.

"That's not my sister! Who the fuck are you?" He walks over to mess with me. "What the hell happened to you? You grew up. Now all the guys are gonna talk about how hot you got." He says making me shake my head.

"Please don't say that. You basically said I got hot."

"I'm not blind, you got better looking. Now I gotta watch the guys because I know how they are. Now let me show you to your new room." He grabs my hand dragging me up the stairs. "It was a wreaked room because I fucked it up so I fixed it for you." He opens the door showing me my new room.

"What's the catch? Everything is too nice." I cross my arms looking at him.

"The catch? Nothing. I fixed the room for you so you would have a room. I had my whole crew help out. Don't you like it?" He says with a big smile.

"Thanks. Now let me settle in." I shove him out shutting the door. I look around the room checking it out to know if it's really safe. When I figured out it was I get comfortable and unpack things. Laying on my bed my stomach started to growl so I go downstairs to get a snack and see the whole crew.

"Who's the beautiful lady?" Raab asks eyeing me.

"Hello Christian, Brandon, Edward." I smile at them going to the fringe.

"Annabelle?!" They all yell my name.

"I thought you said she was coming soon and not as in today." Raab looks at Bam.

"Why did you think we finished up her room today?"

"I-I... Whatever." He shuts up making me laugh.

"Anna, what's your plans for the day?" Bam asks me.

"I wanna stay in my room but I need to ask mom for her car so I can go shopping to fill my closet." I grab an apple closing the fridge.

"Let's all go shopping then. Operation get Anna clothes. Let's go." He grabs his keys and the guys run out of the house. "It'll be fun." Bam drags me with him.

The drive to the nearest mall Bam played all the metal music he liked. I didn't have a problem with it because my taste of music was basically a huge mix of everything. Bam also asked along the way what size do I wear so I told them. As soon a Bam parked my shopping trip turned into a competition. Everyone was to buy whatever, preferably what I'd wear, and when we get home I was to try everything on. I'd then have to choose who picked out the best options that I liked.

"The rules are no asking for help. If you see her you avoid her. We start now and don't stop till Anna is done shopping for herself. Go!" Bam says and they all take off.

I walk into a store and automatically see Rake looking through racks. "Would you wear this?" He shows me a top that was ugly to me.

"God no, and you aren't supposed to ask me." I walk away going to look at jeans.

I end up shopping for some clothes but also shop for other things just to make the room more homey for me.

"I tried my best to actually pick something you would wear compared to Raab. Dude saw anything he considered sexy and took it." Ryan walks up to me with his bags.

"I had that fear and I gotta try on all this shit on." I groan taking a seat with him.

"Annabelle Margera? Funny seeing you back." I look up to see a few girls I hated back in school.

"I don't understand why it's funny." Ryan speaks for me.

"Because you just disappeared and here you are years later." She laughs then starts to smirk. "Baby look who it is." I turn around to see who she was talking to behind me and see my ex.

"Anna..." He eyes me. "What brings you back home?"

"I missed my parents and brother." I start to feel uncomfortable.

"Why did you leave in the first place?" He asks making the girls giggle. "Was it because you were embarrassed about what happened? Oh and did you actually come back because you tried playing a victim wherever you were?" He lets out a deep chuckle.

"Fuck off, you dick." Ryan spits at him.

"Look fat boy still has a thing for his best friend's sister. You two would be cute pathetic losers together." They walk off laughing.

"I fucking hate them. Six years and they still act like they're in high school." Ryan says not noticing I was quietly cry. "Bels?" He leans forward to look at me trying to see my face. "Don't let him get to you." He pulls me into his side.

"I came back home because of a guy I was dating. I thought I could trust him... but slowly he got physical. Controlled me and forced me to do things. I was scared to do anything because he threatened me anytime I didn't do or say what he wanted." I break down to Ryan finally causing him to hold me in his arms as he rubbed my back.

"Ready to go because I've spent more money on clothes and other stuff than fixing your room." Bam walks up to us. "What happened?" He gets serious.

"Austin and some girls from high school." Ryan lies to him which I appreciated.

"Let's go home." Bam says helping me up and we leave to go home. Bam told the guys we would do the next part tomorrow since I wasn't in the mood anymore.

Back in my room I leave the clothes in the bags because the guys wrote their names on it so I know who bought what. "Knock, knock." I look over to see Ryan in the door way.

"You can come in."

"Why did you tell me? You said you didn't wanna talk about it earlier." He shuts my door.

"I trust you still. You were the person I told everything to before moving away. I mean, I was gonna tell you the truth much later but you were standing up for me... and I was crying."

"It's good to know after six years I'm still your person." He smiles coming to take a seat next to me on my bed.

"You've been my person since I was 13 because that first year I hated you for taking Bam away from me." I say making him laugh.

"Can you imagine if we never got along because I can't." He lays back on my bed.

"It would've been hell because you were always around and still fucking around." I lay back too. "So we're lucky we got along. Plus your my favorite out of the crew."

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maes-flowers · 2 years

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We’ll be okay [2] (Marc Spector/slight!Steven Grant x Reader)

Summary: After Marc Spector leaves your life to focus on his own goals, what happens when he comes back into you life at full speed after years of being apart?

Word Count: 1,845

Warnings: none

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It had been three months since you last saw Marc and Steven at his mother's shiva, but you still couldn't get Marc out of your mind. It had been easy before this, acting like he was a ghost in your life that only appeared in dreams. It was always easier to act like he didn't exist in your life until he would text or ask on a rare occasion for a video call that only got rarer after Marc told you he got discharged from the army and was going to do work for hire for a old coworker. This mindset was what allowed you to finally leave Chicago and get your degree before finally getting your dual doctorate in comparative mythology and archeology. A passion that you fueled by working at universities and museums to earn enough money to work on being able to return sacred artifacts from the hands of greedy people.

It was the only thing you felt gave you joy in life, you avoided relationships and friendships as much as you could to avoid the eventual hurt it would bring you. So you threw yourself into your work, often focusing with no issue allowing you to push yourself into a male-dominated field. But now it's getting harder and harder each day to do anything when Marc hasn't bothered to send you a sign he was even alive.

You blinked tiredly at your laptop screen on your desk, the blinking cursor for a half-written article for a university newspaper staring back at you. Groaning you closed the laptop and stood up, popping your neck as you walked into your tiny kitchen pulling open the fridge and grabbing a beer, and tossing the cap haphazardly into the trash.

You looked at your phone at your desk before you huffed out an annoyed breath and grabbed it before scrolling to Marc's contact and hitting the dial.

“Why do I even bother it's not like he’ll pick u-” your voice halted when you heard breathing on the other side.

“Yeah?” A soft voice called out, and you laughed in disbelief.

“Oh my god, you're alive.”

“Yeah, alright.” Marc's voice said and your relieved smile dropped.

“That's it?” you exclaimed, annoyance coating your voice. “I have been calling and texting you for months! You could've given me any sign you were okay and you just left me in the dust worried you were dead in a ditch.”

“I'm sorry,” Marc said. “I just found this phone in my flat and I'm just trying to figure out whose it is.”

“What's with the accent?” you scoffed. “What's wrong with you?”

“Sorry, who do you think I am?” he asked, you wish you could reach through the phone and punch him.

“What do you mean who? Marc, you're stressing me out.”

“Who is this? Why did you call me Marc?” he replied.

You pulled the phone away from your ear before you hit the end call button, tossed your phone on your couch, and ran an irritated hand through your hair.

“Stupid prick,” You mumble, you wanted to be mad but mostly you were relieved he was okay. “Who does he think he's fooling with that accent too? it barely sounds British…” you trailed off in thought before puzzle pieces clicked into place. You cursed before scrambling for your phone and dialing the number again but no one answered.

You should've known it was Steven, you felt like an idiot for not realizing as soon as you heard that accent. You looked at the number and then at your laptop, before looking back at the phone again.

“This is a bad idea.” you sighed.

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The London traffic was more horrific than you could imagine, having to bite back insults and angry shouts at drivers as you maneuvered through traffic on your Vespa keeping your eye and the blinking dot on your phone telling you Marc's Location, the tracker leading you closer and closer to a large storage unit business. You were almost to the location before you heard shouting and then a man with a duffle bag sprinting out on the street until his foot got caught on a lip on the concrete and fell right in front of you. You yelped before yanking the handles to avoid the man on the road who clutched his head. When you finally stopped and looked down to see who you almost ran over all the air left in your lungs.

“Marc?” you breathed out, he looked up at you in confusion before he sat up.

“Y/N?” he said, the British accent clear as you reached down and grabbed his hand, and pulled him up.

“Steven, get on the scooter.” You demanded moving forward a little as he nodded frantically.

“Yeah, alright,” he said before getting behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You swallowed thickly, trying to ignore how your heart started to beat a little faster at the feeling of his chest pressed against your back.

“You know my name, do we know each other?” Steven asked. You kept your eyes trained ahead as you thought, he didn't remember what happened at the shiva a few months ago and you decided to not bring up that day.

“Kind of,” you admitted. “Although I know more about you than you know about me.”

“How did you find me?”

“I tracked your phone, if I'm being honest this was kind of an impulsive thing but I'm here now. Do you think you can take me to your apartment?” you asked and Steven shuffled his hands on your waist.

“Yeah, I guess.”

It didn't take too long after that to arrive at Steven's place, leading you through long dark narrow hallways and an elevator before he opened the door to his apartment. You walked around eyeing the cluttered studio full of books and paper everywhere. Your eye caught a rather large fish tank with a single fish in it, you tapped the glass lightly and smiled when it began to swim around. You then saw the queen-sized bed surrounded by sand and an ankle restraint on one of the posts and you froze.

“Are you living with someone?” you asked, scared to hear the answer but all Steven did was shake his head.

“No, this is my mum's flat.”

You were taken aback by those words, did he truly not remember anything from the shiva? Does he even know his mom is dead? You ignored that thought as you went to the bookshelf and pulled a book out and saw your favorite book of poems.

“Nayyirah Waheed?” you asked. Marc hated poetry, to the point you would do dramatic readings to him to make him mad when you were younger.

“keep speaking the years from their hiding places. keep coughing up smoke from all the deaths you have died. keep the rage tender. because the soft season will come.” Steven spoke and you ignored the feeling of your heart clenching at the words of your favorite poem.

“She's my favorite poet.” Steven continued and you chuckled.

“No, she's my favorite.” you smiled slightly.

You turned back to Steven and eyed the bag on the table and walked over to it. You recognized the blue bag that Marc was holding all of those years ago. You walked over to the bag and opened it finding foreign money, his passports, guns, and a small golden object. You grabbed the small object and inspected it. The hieroglyphs and the shape of a scarab made you pause, you held up the object to Steven.

“The scarab that's allegedly pointing to Ammits ushabti?” The myths you study come at you in full force. Why did Marc have this piece of history in his place and why was it even taken from its original home.

“Marc, you have kept so much from me and I've never complained but now after months of no contact, you have stolen money, guns, and ancient artifacts? You couldn't mask the hurt on your face at this point.

“No, no, no I promise I-” Steven stuttered but you interrupted him.

“Is this why you stopped talking to me? So you can do this one-man show for the rest of your life?”

“Take whatever you want! I don't want this I promise.” Steven begged. “Have it.”

You rubbed your eyes to make sure frustrated tears didn't fall, putting down the scarab on the table you let your arms fall.

“I am not Marc Spector.” Steven said, “I'm Steven Grant. I work at-well, used to work in a gift shop and this Marc guy sounds like an absolute twit.” he glanced at the mirror behind you for a moment. “I think I'm in real danger and I think you might be the only person who can help me.”

You look at Stevens's glassy eyes and nod before you step closer to him.

“So you have no idea about what you've been doing? Or even who I am?” you asked.

Steven shook his head.

“I wish I could.” You were about to speak before a loud knock on the door startled you and Steven.

“Steven Grant, can we have a word?” a voice on the other side of the door said.

“Oh god,” Steven whispered. “They've come for me.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I vandalized the toilet,” he said. He looked scared but went to the door. While you knew this couldn't be about a toilet so you stepped further back into the apartment and looked at the scarab.

“I could be about that though,” you said to yourself, grabbing the artifact from the table and going to the window climbing out of it, you managed to wiggle yourself in a wedge so no one could see you if they looked out the window. You couldn't hear much of what they were saying inside besides muffled words and the sound of handcuffs before the door slammed shut a few minutes later. You released the breath you were holding before climbing back inside. You slipped the scarab into the pocket of your jeans as you went back to the duffle bag on the table.

Your hand dug through the bag before landing on a small piece of paper, you noticed a date on the back.

“May 19th” you mumbled before you flipped it over and saw a photo of you and Marc, both wearing blue caps and gowns as Marc was holding your bridal style in his arms. Grins were plastered on both of your faces as you had your arms around Marc's neck. The picture was faded terribly and had fold creases indented as if it was carried around in a wallet or pocket for a long time. You closed your eyes and sighed sadly, putting the picture in your wallet and your hand hovered over a gun for a moment. If you were going after Marc then it's probably gonna be dangerous.

“Damnit, Marc Spector.” you mumbled as you grabbed the gun and ammo and walked out the door already tracking Stevens's phone.

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spidernerdsblog · 2 years

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Hey can u write abt yn meeting Tom's parents of its complicated

Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

It's Complicated (roommate au)

Meeting his parents

Pairing : Frat! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : none

“Y/N just relax.” Tom watched you chug down the whole glass of champagne which the flight attendant handed you a few seconds ago. You were doing fine when you boarded the jet at New York, then both of you made sure to get yourselves included in the mile high club as well but as the pilot had announced that you were half an hour away from landing at the private airport in London you were all nerves.

“I can't.” You said feeling all jittery.

“Why what's wrong?”

“What's wrong? Tom, I thought you were business class rich, not a private jet kind of rich.”

That made him laugh. “What difference does it make?”

“A lot.” you looked at him incredulously. “You are like royalty having people at your beck and call to do all your work. And here I am, a nobody. Will your parents even accept me as your wife?” you sighed with remorse.

“Darling, I know you were the smartest in our class scoring straight As but I’ve to say sometimes you act silly which is totally cute by the way.” he snickered.

“Stop laughing Tom, it's not funny. I’m literally panicking over here and you’re sitting there enjoying.” you huffed annoyed.

“Ok, ok I’m sorry, love.” he stood up and sat next to you. “You are so perfect you really have nothing to worry about honestly. It isn’t any kind of interview, I just want you to meet them.” he said. “You don’t know how excited they are, especially my mum the number of times she has called this whole week to know what you like and don’t like. If it were to her she would have us married by this weekend.” Tom chuckled and then touched your face gently looking into your eyes. “And I love you, that's all that matters.” He leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips and you were already feeling a lot less nervous.

After landing you went through security check in and then grabbed your luggage. At the exit a car was already waiting for you. A middle aged man stepped out of the driver's seat. He was very neatly dressed in a polo t-shirt and dark trousers as he walked towards you with a huge smile.

“Dad?”

“How are you son?”

“I’m good but you needn’t have to come to pick us up. Sanders could have done that.”

“Your mother’s strict orders I must go and welcome our future daughter-in-law myself. And you don’t say no to your wife Tom. This is the first most important lesson you need to know.” he said with a boisterous laugh.

“I’m Edward Holland.” he stuck out his hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N” you shook his hand meekly. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” he said with a fatherly tone. “We can talk further on the way, let's get going or else we will be late for lunch.”

Once the bags were loaded you and Tom climbed on the back seat as his father pulled out the car from the parking lot and drove towards their mansion. The weather in London was cloudy with overcast skies and light drizzle. The city had a vintage vibe with all the Victorian architecture you noticed during the drive. A smile crept at the corner of Tom’s lips seeing you all mesmerised with his hometown. He laced his hands with your giving it a light squeeze. You turned to look at him. “This place is beautiful.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” he said rubbing his thumb over your hand.

It was a two hour long drive to his childhood home, a huge mansion in the suburbs. As soon as you reached the front door it opened immediately revealing a red headed woman. It was Tom’s mom you recognized from the few video chats you had in the past.

“Tom!” she cried hugging her son tightly. “You finally found some time to visit your mother.”

“Mum… you know I’ve to handle the whole NY division of our company.”

“Ok, ok I understand.” she snickered. “It’s so good to see you.”

Tom stepped back from her embrace and gestured towards you. “Mum, this is Y/N.”

“Ah it’s so nice to finally meet you in person.” she took both of your hands in hers smiling.

“Hello, Mrs. Holland.” you smiled widely in return.

“Oh please call me Iris.” she said. “I feel so old when people call me Mrs. Holland.”

“Because you’re old, mum.” Tom teased.

Iris swatted her son on his arm playfully. “You’re a menace, you know that.”

“And yet you love me the most.” he said sweetly.

“Ok, ok now come inside. I’ve lots to catch up with Y/N.”

After Iris gave you a short tour of the house you were sitting in the main dining room around the large mahogany table enjoying your lunch which was delicious.

“Is the food to your liking Y/N.” Iris asked.

“Yes it’s truly delicious.” you replied.

“I hear you work in an IT firm.” Edward said.

“Yes, I head the software developing team.”

“That’s wonderful and what do your parents do?”

“Both my mom and dad are professors at Boston university.” you informed.

“Oh so you’ve an academic background that’s great!” he said with admiration. “You see Tom’s grandfather started as a carpenter but then with little luck and a lot of hard work he expanded the business and now we’re a big name in the whole housing business.”

“That’s inspiring.” you said.

“So when are you planning to have the wedding?” Iris asked.

“We haven’t decided yet.” Tom answered.

“Then you should so that we can talk to Y/N’s parents.” she said excitedly. “I can’t wait to see my youngest son happily married.”

“Mum, just slow down, you're going to scare Y/N now.” Tom chuckled.

“Oh I’m so sorry I don’t mean to overwhelm you.”

“It’s alright I understand your concern.” you smiled.

“I was always worried that my youngest son would never find love again but then one day he called and started talking about this lovely girl he met and wants to spend his life with her. I could feel the happiness in his voice the way he spoke about you.” her eyes were misty as she spoke. “And now that I’ve met I’m glad it’s you.”

“Thank you, you’re too kind.” you blushed.

“No need to thank me, just give me some grandkids to spoil and I’ll be happy.”

“Mum!” Tom screeched.

“What? You do have plans to have kids someday don’t you?” she looked at you both expectantly. Though you and Tom haven’t had any serious conversation about having kids but seeing Tom all flustered you knew he wanted them too.

“Umm yes but nothing in the immediate future.” you said coyly.

“That’s fine, take your time, there's no rush.” she said. “Tom was the chubbiest of my three sons with these round cheeks and head full of dark hair. I’m going to show you the photo album later.”

“Oh no…” Tom groaned.

You leaned towards him and whispered, smiling. “I really like your mom.”

(p.s - from now on I'll be trying to use original characters for Tom's family in all my original au's, though I might use the boys as face claims .)

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starshine-hockey-girl · 1 year

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The Dove and The Serpent- Magical Mystery Ride- Chapter Twenty Six

Summary: Teddy and Tyler work together to help Teddy survive a significant anniversary

Author's Note: Okay, I went full-on Lifetime movie with the drama on this one. It's probably not realistic, plausible-blah, blah, blah. I don't care. Teddy and Tyler need a little drama

Warnings- discussions of past abuse, alcohol use, drama for drama's sake

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January 8th- Team Hotel- Winnipeg

Tyler picked up his phone and initiated a FaceTime call with Teddy. He had just returned from morning skate at the Winnipeg arena and was in jovial spirits. The beautiful redhead answered from her desk in her studio.

Teddy: Hey Sweet One- give me a second to save this video

Tyler: Oh sure, I see your priorities.

Teddy: Bite me Tyler- bite me

Tyler: Oh, I didn’t realize that you were into the kinky shit. Good to know.

Teddy: Are you trying to torment me right now?

Tyler: No, I am trying to banter with you like we do EVERY DAY.

Teddy: Not in the mood to banter right now.

Tyler: Why not?

Teddy: It’s that time of the year.

Tyler: What time of the year? You have me confused. It happens a lot, but explain it to me.

Teddy: It’s almost the anniversary of ……..

Tyler: What anniversary? We don’t have any anniversaries in January. If I remember last January you ghosted me for almost a week.

Teddy: Yes, I ghosted you the week of the anniversary last year.

Tyler: WHAT ANNIVERSARY???

Teddy: The anniversary of when Chaz assaulted me the last time- when he put me in the hospital.

Tyler: Fuck

Teddy: Yeah, fuck. I get this way every year. I’m sorry.

Tyler: When is the actual date?

Teddy: January 10th. You have a game in Philly.

Tyler: Why do you know my schedule better than me?

Teddy stared at him in disbelief.

Tyler: Nevermind. I know why.

Teddy asked: Why?

Tyler: Because of your superior brain and intellect?

Teddy stared again.

Tyler: What can I do? What can I do to help?

Teddy sighed and spoke: Nothing. There isn’t anything that anyone can do.

Tyler bit his lip and thought for a moment. He hated to see her in turmoil. Being on the road made him feel powerless and useless to help her. Suddenly a light bulb went off in his brain.

Tyler: Can I ask you a question?

Teddy: Shoot.

Tyler: Would coming to see me help? You could fly out early and meet me in Philly tomorrow. I can’t be with you all day on the 10th, but I can do at least the morning and afternoon until the game.

Teddy’s voice cracked: Won’t you have morning skate?

Tyler: I will skip it.

Teddy asked softly: You would really skip it for me?

Tyler: Of course I would skip it for you. You need me more.

Teddy: I do need you Tyler. I need you more than I thought I ever would.

Tyler: Is that a bad thing?

Teddy: No, it’s a good thing. You have never let me down.

Tyler: So we have a plan? I will see you in Philly on the 9th?

Teddy: Yes, I will make the arrangements.

Tyler: What can I do in the meantime? How can I make it better?

Teddy: Just you wanting to make it better helps.

Tyler: I love you, Pretty One. You don’t have to do it alone this year.

Teddy: How did you know that I did it alone last year?

Tyler: Because you ghosted me for a whole week. It was horrible. I forgive you though because you’re cute.

Teddy laughed: Thanks

Tyler: Do you need the words?

Teddy: Yes, please.

Tyler: Who do I want?

Teddy: Me and only me

Tyler: Who do I love?

Teddy: Me and only me

Tyler: Who is my lady?

Teddy: Me and only me

Tyler: Talk to you after the game, before I get on the plane tonight.

Teddy: Hey Sweet One….

Tyler: Yes Pretty One

Teddy: Thank you. Thank you for not letting me be alone.

Tyler: My pleasure

January 9th- Philadelphia Airport

Teddy walked through the sliding glass door that separated the terminal from the baggage claim and exit. She had her head down when she heard a voice called, "Teddy….Teddy Baxter!" Her eyes scanned the area for her driver but saw no one in a uniform. Again the voice called, "Teddy…. Teddy Baxter!" In a much louder voice. Something about the voice seemed entirely familiar. She searched again- still no driver. Something else caught her attention- a giant stuffed Teddy Bear. The bear was holding a sign that said "Pretty One." She smiled and walked toward the bear quickly.

When she stood in front of the bear, she took notice of the arms and hands wrapped around the huge teddy bear. The arms are covered in detailed tattoos. She leaned her head and looked around the bear. Tyler flashed his signature smile, "about damn time. This thing is heavy." He dropped the bear and pulled Teddy into his arms. "Now here's the Teddy Bear I love," he teased as he kissed her cheek. Teddy smiled at the teddy bear before she nuzzled her face into his neck. "Pretty One? You okay?" he asked.

"I will be. I will be soon," she whispered, "I am here. I am not alone."

"You don't have to be alone anymore, Pretty One," he wrapped his arms around and squeezed her tight.

"Ummm, Sweet One? What's up with the bear?" she asked.

“I don’t know. You tell me,” he said in confusion.

“What do you mean tell you? Why would I know about the bear?” she replied equally confused.

“You didn’t send it? It was my room when I checked in last night,” he responded, “It had a note too.”

“What did it say?” she questioned.

“I can’t wait to cuddle with you. Love, Teddy Bear,” he answered.

“Love, Teddy Bear? Really?” she scoffed.

"Teddy Bear? Like your name?" He joked.

"When have you ever heard me refer to myself as Teddy Bear? Only two people on the planet call me Teddy Bear." she said gently.

"Oh," Tyler replied, "so you didn’t send the bear?"

“Nope, definitely not me,” she pondered, “Who sent it?”

“Maybe it was one of the guys?” he said sheepishly, “I may have been talking non-stop about how excited I was to see you.”

“You think?” she wondered. It was a plausible enough explanation. She shook her head and decided to get with it.

“So do you want the bear or not?” he laughed.

"Hell yes, I want the bear. I want you more though," she teased.

"Good- now you can carry that thing. It's ruining my rep," he laughed as he took her overnight bag from her shoulder.

"What rep is that?" she laughed as she picked up the bear, "a big old softie? A mushy gushy boyfriend?"

"Teddy, I am a badass," he countered. She raised an eyebrow as they walked to the waiting SUV. "Okay, a badass AND mushy gushy boyfriend. What the fuck happened to me?" he admitted. She smiled brightly and he groaned, "You- you happened to me. You put a spell on me."

"Me? Little ole innocent me?” she batted her eyes.

"Shut up and get in the car. It's freezing out here," he gruffed.

At the hotel, Tyler opened the door to his room. He set Teddy's bag on the floor by the window while she set the bear in the club chair. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She rested her head against his back. She looked over and noticed Tyler's bag on the floor. "Ummm, Sweet One- why are your bags in my room?" She questioned.

"Because technically, it's my room," he answered as he walked them over to the bed.

"Is that allowed?" Teddy balked, "I don't want you to get into trouble."

Tyler sat down on the bed, pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her waist "Again, technically it would be frowned upon especially if I don't play well tomorrow. It will give me an incentive to score," he explained. She frowned. "Teddy," he added, "There is a room with your name on it. Nobody is going to come check the beds. I won't get in trouble." He gazed into her eyes and pushed her hair behind her ears. "If I get in trouble, then I get in trouble but I can't let you wake up alone tomorrow. I can't let you wake up alone on the anniversary," he continued.

Teddy leaned forward and kissed him gently. He pulled her down on top of him, "Don't worry, Pretty One," he moaned as she straddled his waist and pushed up his shirt, "Don't worry."

They kissed slowly as Tyler's hands pushed Teddy's sweater over her head. His mouth immediately went to her bra covered breasts. He pulled the bra cups down and began to suck and lick. Teddy's hips rocked against his crotch as she leaned down to give Tyler better access. His hands slid under her skirt and he groaned loudly. "Fucking commando," he growled as he flipped them over onto her back. He looked up as he reached to unbuckle his pants and push them down. The giant bear stared at him. He looked down and back. He muttered under his breath, "Damn bear-quit looking at me. I am trying to fuck here."

Teddy's head turned and she grinned, "Don't talk that way to Beaux. He is a sensitive soul."

"He has a name already? You bonded quickly there, Pretty One. Make him stop staring" Tyler whined.

"Go, turn him around," she giggled, "turn him around if he is bothering you."

He kissed her hard, "Don't move." He shimmied out of his pants and boxers and hopped over to Beaux and turned the bear around. "Sorry dude, I am not going to get cock blocked by a stuffed animal." He returned to Teddy and kissed her neck, "Now where was I? Oh yes, I was showing my girlfriend what it's like to be fucked by an bad ass."

"Only if I get to sleep with the mushy gushy boyfriend afterwards," purred slowly.

"Your wish is my command," he answered.

LATER ON

Tyler’s fingers slowly stroked her back. She snored lightly as her head rested on his tattooed chest. A soft smile spread across her face. A light moan escaped as she wiggled beneath his touch. “Pretty One,” he whispered, “You need to wake up. It’s time to go to dinner.” She shook her head in defiance. “I made reservations for us….” he hummed out loud.

“Reservations? Like in a fancy place?” she sat up straight.

“Yes- that’s why I told you to pack a dress,” he smiled up at her.

“You’re taking me to a fancy place in Philly?” she poked his abs.

“Why are you talking like I never take you to any fancy places?” he joked, “I take you to fancy places, Teddy.”

Teddy opened her mouth to argue. It was true that they did go to upscale restaurants in Dallas, but it was always with another couple or team outing. The last time he had taken her solo was their first date. She smiled at the memory of his nervousness and desire to impress her with the private dining room.

As if reading her mind, Tyler spoke, “Remember you said that you would be happier doing our thing at home instead of fancy places. You only have yourself to blame.”

Teddy playfully pouted, “Well played Seggy, well played.” She dragged her finger down his rock hard abs. “Where are you taking me?” she teased, “Tell me, tell me, tell me”

“No, I am not telling you,” he laughed, “You will just have to trust me.”

Teddy lifted her leg and straddled his waist. She leaned forward and pressed her chest into his chest and kissed his neck. “You know I trust you,” she whispered, “I trust you more than any other person on the planet.” Her hips rocked against him and she could feel his body respond.

Tyler wrapped his arms around her waist, “Even more than your dad?”

“Please don’t mention my father while I am dry humping you, Sweet One,” she moaned.

“Pretty One, that’s not dry humping. It feels pretty wet to me,” he returned her moan.

“Going to do anything with it?” she teased.

He rolled them over so that he was on top of her, wrapping her leg over his hip, “Guess we are going to be late for that reservation,”

“I hope so,” she murmured, “I hope we are very late for that reservation.”

LATER

Tyler held Teddy’s hand as they walked through the hotel lobby. She stopped to put on her gloves before they walked into the brisk night air. Tyler looked especially dapper in his navy wool coat and suit. She grabbed his coat label and pulled him in for a kiss. He smiled down at her, “You are especially smushy tonight. What gives?”

She gazed into his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath, “You know I am going to be in my head a lot, especially tomorrow.” She blinked back tears, “I am just thankful that the part of my life is behind me and now I have you. So, yeah, expect a lot of smush from me. I hit the jackpot.”

He nodded solemnly and flashed a smile, “It feels nice to be appreciated. I will take all the smush if I can return it to you. Besides-everyone knows, I hit the jackpot-not you.” He kissed her quickly then grabbed her hand. She wrapped her coat around her as they stepped outside. A shorter brunette man pushed past Tyler, forcing Tyler to turn around. "Hey," Tyler called after doing a quick visual scan to ensure Teddy was okay, "watch where you're going!" The stranger called back, "Sorry Seggy" before slipping into the crowd. The sound of the voice made Teddy stop dead in her tracks. She turned to look for the source, but the man had disappeared into the crowd. Tyler pulled at Teddy's hand and she turned to him, "Everything okay?"

Teddy gulped and started walking again, "Yeah, just got in my head again. Let's go!" They climbed into the Uber and made the drive to the restaurant.

At the restaurant, Tyler handed over their coats at the coat check before he turned to look at Teddy. She adjusted her dress to emphasize her cleavage. The deep blue velvet fabric clung to her curves with a deep v-neckline and thigh high slit. Tyler licked his lips involuntarily before he again placed his hand in the small back. "What is this fabric? He asked as his hand ran up and down her back. The hostess led them to a small private room.

"It's called velvet," she giggled, "Did you learn nothing in school?"

"I played hockey so I learned forechecking and backchecking." His hand snaked around her waist and down her hip. "Can I just rub my face on it?" he asked, "just on the tits?"

"No, you may not motorboat me in public," she chided him.

"Oh so I can in private? Good to know" he retorted.

Teddy's eyes got big as they walked into the room. The room had a fireplace and was aglow with hundreds of lit candles. Flowers adorned the mantle while a low floral arrangement sat in the middle of the table. "Sweet One, what is this?" she said softly.

"Remind you of anything?" He asked.

"Our first date," she smiled.

"Good, it worked," he smiled in return.

"Worked?" She asked.

"I want to remind you of a good memory and not a bad one," he said softly, "It worked, didn't it?"

Teddy smiled sweetly at him. His face looked so expectant and hopeful. His heart was in the right place even if his plan was naive at best. She placed her hand over his and squeezed softly. "That's not the way this works, Sweet One," she explained, "I just can't tell my brain 'don't think about it' as if I can control the thoughts. Random sights and sounds will trigger a memory. It comes in waves."

"But I want to make it better. I don't want you to be in pain," he said tenderly as he brought her hand to his lips, "Tell me what you need."

"I need you to be there when the waves come. I need you to hold me and remind me that I can swim. Sometimes the waves wash over me and I think I am drowning when actually I just need to stand up," she spoke gently, "I can't tell you how much it means to me that you want to make it better. You love me so well, Sweet One."

"I love you so well because you love me so well," he whispered as the server came to take their orders. When they left, Tyler's fingers went to her velvet sleeve, "You need to wear this dress every day. I am obsessed," he complimented, "You have never looked more beautiful."

"It's the boobs," she looked down at deep v-cut neckline and smiled, "but I appreciate the compliment." Their drinks arrived and they got caught up in conversation about the road trip. By the time that dessert arrived, Teddy was walking the fine line between sober and tipsy. The coffee with Kahlua pushed her over the line. Tyler smiled as Teddy relocated from her chair to his lap as he signed the bill. Her mouth went to his neck as he struggled to sign it. "We need to leave to get back for curfew, right?" she asked.

Tyler's hand rubbed the velvet that covered her thigh and smirked. "We need to leave so I can get this dress off of you," he quipped.

Teddy made an exaggerated yawning movement, complete with arm and back stretch. The result was her breasts practically in his face. "You are right," she sighed, "I can't wait to get out of this dress and into some comfy pajamas. I need to get to bed. I am soooooo tired."

Tyler blinked slowly before giving her a nervous smile. She stared back at him blankly. "Pretty One," he squeaked out, "Are you being serious? You want to go to sleep?"

She kissed his cheek, "Oh, you wanted to do something else? Such as what?"

Tyler gently pushed her out of his lap as he stood. He shook his head at her feigned innocence, "No, bed sounds great." His hand found the small of her back that immediately began caressing the fabric again. Teddy grabbed his hand as he guided her to the coat check and then out of the restaurant. In the Uber, she sat as close to his body as the seat belt would allow before resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arm around his waist. He gently stroked her back as they rode in contented silence back to the hotel.

The hotel lobby was full of drunken businessmen and women who were shamelessly flirting with each other without the prying eyes of their spouses. Teddy and Tyler were almost to the elevator when she heard the low call of "Dovey, Lovey Dovey- come here Lovey Dovey." She stopped in her tracks and scanned the elevator lobby. Her breath hitched and her heart raced. It was HIS voice. She knew it and she felt it. Tyler turned around with a smile, "I thought you wanted to go to bed, Pretty One." He looked at her face. The panic had reached into her eyes and her heart raced. She spun around in search of him. "Not yet, Dovey, not yet" the voice called. Teddy's knees buckled and Tyler scooped her back up.

"Pretty One, talk to me," he demanded, "What's happening? Teddy's mind raced.

The rational side of her brain screamed out loud. "This can't be happening. He can't be here. Why would he be here? You are not in Dallas. How would he find out you are in Philadelphia?" The voices chanted. She nodded and listened. They were right. She was hearing things. She wasn't in danger. She was fine. Tyler was here and she was fine. She turned to him with a shy smile, "I was getting in my head. It's nothing."

Tyler tilted his head, "Are you sure?" She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. The elevator door opened up and they stepped inside. He walked backwards to lean against the elevator wall. Teddy stepped towards him and he pulled her in tight. "Are you sure I can't convince you not to sleep right away?" he whispered when a male form came into his view. Tyler looked into the man's eyes as he lifted his foot to hit the door close button. "Sorry, man- I am going to do unmentionable things to her in this elevator," Tyler smiled as Teddy's hand reached down and palmed his crotch. The bearded man with dark eyes and curly hair blinked and took a step toward the door before it closed. A chill ran down Teddy's spine. She turned to see her reflection on the metal elevator door. Tyler kissed her shoulder, "It was nobody."

On the first floor, Chaz stood motionless and stared at the elevator door in disbelief. His Dovey was actually here in Philadelphia and was within his grasp. He smiled and turned to go home to his apartment. He thought to himself, "It is time to clip those wings again, Dovey, and I am going to be the one to do it."

NEXT MORNING- TYLER'S HOTEL ROOM

Tyler groaned as his eye fluttered open and his arm reached to pull Teddy closer to him. Having a warm body next to him on the road was a rare luxury. He planned on making the most of it.Teddy had been too nervous to push the envelope in November, but he had made a convincing argument yesterday so she had stayed to sleep with him. However, when he reached out, there was no Teddy to be found.

He sat up and looked around the room. Her stuff was still neatly organized on the desk. He twisted his body and saw the glow of the bathroom light coming from underneath the door. "Oh, she's peeing," he thought to himself as closed his eyes again. Within a minute, he was asleep again.

In the bathroom, Teddy paced back and forth. She had been awake for nearly two hours. The first hour she had laid silently next to Tyler and listened to him breathe. She tried to will herself to wrap her body into his arms, but the idea seemed suffocating. She rang in the second hour by taking a long, hot bath. Her mind raced with a memory from THAT night which had emerged from the depths of her memory. "Dovey, you are still mine. You will always be mine. No one else will want you." he had breathed into her ear. The intense pain from the assault resonated throughout her body. She eventually gave up any hope of relaxation in the bath and began her pacing. She checked the time and did the mental math of the time difference. She inhaled deeply and pressed the dial button. On the second ring, Steve, head of corporate security for Baxter Enterprises, picked up.

Steve: This is Steve

Teddy: Hi, Steve. This is Theordora Baxter, Robert’s daughter

Steve: I know Teddy

Teddy: I remembered that you said that you were an early riser so I hope I didn’t wake you.

Steve looked at the time. It was currently 5 AM Dallas time and he was in the process of checking the global security alerts.

Steve: I have been up for a while. How can I help you?

Teddy’s voice got smaller: This may be nothing, but I remember that you said that you would rather me come to you with nothing than take the risk.

Steve: Yes, I did say that. Tell me what’s going on.

Teddy: It’s probably all in my head, but I think that Chaz might be trying to contact me.

Steve’s attention became laser-focused and grabbed a legal pad and pen.

Steve: What makes you think that, Teddy? Where are you?

Teddy: I am in Philadelphia. I came to visit Tyler for his road game.

Steve made notes as he listened.

Steve: Is it unusual for you to visit Tyler on the road?

Teddy: Yes, I have only done it once before.

Steve: Was there a reason for this visit?

Teddy: Tyler thought it might be a good idea to get my mind off of the anniversary

Steve: The anniversary of what?

Teddy: The anniversary of Chaz’s last assault- the one that landed me in the hospital. It was five years ago today.

Steve scrambled to his computer to log-in to the secure folders. Steve had only been in his role for nine months and only knew high level details about Charles “Chaz” Williams and his abuse towards Teddy.

Steve: What makes you think that he is attempting contact?

Teddy explained the mysterious bear in Tyler’s room and the two times that she had heard his voice.

Steve: Okay, Teddy- I am coming to you. I can be wheels up in less than an hour. I should be there in less than four hours. Please text me the hotel details.

Teddy shakily: Are you sure? It may be nothing.

Steve: If it’s nothing, then at least I will get a good cheesesteak out of it and we can take in the game together. Now, I will have to update your father.

Teddy: I would rather you didn’t

Steve: It’s non-negotiable. In fact, everything that I do between now and when I determine Chaz is not a risk is non-negotiable.

Teddy: Okay. I will see you after ten then.

Steve: Teddy?

Teddy: Yes

Steve: I am glad that you called.

Teddy: Me too

Teddy placed her phone on the counter and examined her reflection in the mirror with a cold, demanding eye. She could feel the wave of guilt and shame rising within her. Her father would know. Her father would know that Chaz was potentially back. It would be like reliving that moment when he found out about the attack. The look of shock and horror on his face forever etched on her brain. The voices of anxiety added to the guilt and shame created a cacophony in her brain. Just below the surface of the noise came the small voice that repeated, “Get Tyler. Go to Tyler and ask for help.” She opened the door and stepped into the room. His eyes fluttered with the sound of the door. Once again, he reached for her and found emptiness. He sat up, half asleep, “Pretty One? Pretty One, where are you?”

“I’m here,” she said softly. He turned to look at her and saw her tear stained face. He simply held up his arms and she ran to the bed. Teddy climbed into the bed and clung to him. “Tyler, I’m drowning….. I’m drowning,” she whispered over and over.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I am here and you can swim. Remember you are strong and you can swim,” he assured her. He squeezed her tight and rocked, “You are so strong and you can swim.” He repeated it over and over until her breath returned to normal and the tears stopped. They laid in silence before Teddy whispered, “We need to talk.”

Tyler, "Tell me."

Teddy, "I think Chaz is trying to make contact with me. I have a bad feeling. The last time I felt like this was right before the last time he attacked me."

Tyler rubbed her back as she trembled, "Are you sure it's not your anxiety?"

Teddy, "I think I heard his voice last night. Once when we were leaving the hotel- right after you got bumped. Then again when we were standing by the elevator. The voice used his nickname for me. The nickname he used before he would beat me."

Tyler flinched at the word beat. He spoke quickly, "but your anxiety knows that, right? It could still be a mind fuck."

Teddy looked into his eyes, "Then who sent the bear? Someone from the team sending it is weak at best. Seriously- tell me who would go through the effort?"

The question stumped Tyler. He briefly considered if Benn would do it but quickly dismissed the idea. Teddy and Benn had just established a friendly relationship and ceased fire in their long running feud. Benn would not take a chance on restarting the feud so quickly. Katie would not forgive him. None of the other players could be considered a real suspect. Tyler's brow furrowed as he tried to formulate a guess. "I got…. I got nothing," he finally admitted. "What do we do if he is trying to contact you? He isn't allowed to do that l, right?"

"He could be arrested for violating the protective order. There are no guarantees though," Teddy grimaced, "I don't know what we do if he is trying to contact me, but I knew who to call."

Tyler, "You called someone? When? Pretty One, it's six fifteen. Who can you call this early?"

Teddy answered, "I called Steve, my father's head of security. He will be here after ten."

Tyler, "Holy shit. Why is he coming here?"

Teddy made a face, "For me- he is coming to protect me until he can determine what is actually happening. Most likely there is a team who are currently working furiously to locate Chaz and get eyes on him."

"What am I? Chopped Liver?" Tyler scoffed. She stared at him. "You think I can't or won't protect you?" he spoke softly as he sat up in bed. She sat up and placed her hand on his forearm. "Do you really think that?" he sighed.

"I think you would do everything in your power to take care of and protect me. You have done it so well- emotionally, psychologically and physically you have kept me safe from harm," she kissed his shoulder, "but you are not an expert. You also have a morning skate and a game. You cannot protect me then. Who knows? This may be entirely in my head. We will know more when he arrives."

Tyler pushed her hair back, "so did you sleep at all?" She shrugged her shoulders. Tyler frowned, "What happened?" She shook her head no. "You can't tell me?" His voice suddenly became soft.

"A memory came back," she whispered, "That is all I am willing to say because it's that horrible."

Tyler kissed her forehead, "How is your anxiety twisting it?"

Teddy smiled sardonically, "Oh, the greatest hits- I am broken beyond repair, I am a burden to everyone around me and nobody wants me." She forced a smile, "but hey, my mind does immediately counter with 'but Tyler wants you' so I am counting it as progress."

"I do want you," he kissed her softly, "You are not a burden and you are fabulously flawed."

"Fabulously flawed?" She laughed.

"Perfect to me," he countered, "others may be slightly more critical. I am blinded by love."

Baxter Enterprises Corporate Jet- Dallas Love Field

Robert Baxter bounded up the stairs to board the private jet. He had received a brief text from Steve thirty minutes earlier that simply read, “Teddy in possible danger. Going to Philadelphia to investigate. Wheels up in thirty minutes.” Robert abandoned his early morning workout and threw clothes together. When the security team heard his footsteps, a hush came over the plane. Robert barked, “What the fuck is going on?”

Steve stood, “We’ll get into details after we take off. Short story- Teddy thinks that Chaz might be attempting to contact her. She called this morning. I believe there is enough circumstantial evidence to take the possible threat seriously. I want to get eyes on her and assess the situation.”

Robert turned the pilot, “Get us into the air. Get us into the air NOW!”

After take off he turned to Steve, “Tell me that you know where he is. Tell me that you know where that fucker is.”

Steve inhaled deeply and spoke slowly, “No, we do not have a current location for him.”

Robert blinked, “Why? Why don’t you know?”

Steve answered, “Do you want the long or short answer?”

Robert yelled, “I want a fucking answer.”

Steve replied, “Short answer is that we dropped the ball.”

Robert hissed, “We? As in both of us?”

Steve answered, “Exactly.”

Robert balked, “Explain it to me.”

Steve explained, “From what I could gather in the last thirty minutes of searching, at one point, knowledge of Chaz’s whereabouts was maintained by an outside source who provided monthly reports to my predecessor who then reported it to you. It appears that almost eighteen months ago, the relationship with the outside source was terminated and the information ceased. I am not sure if he continued to update you with false information or you ceased to ask for the updates.”

Robert blinked. Steve’s predecessor was Mike Jackson who was an old school security guy before he retired. The timing of Steve’s information seemed correct. Truthfully, Robert couldn’t remember that last time that he had been updated on Chaz. It was long enough that it never became a part of Robert’s weekly meetings with Steve who had been in his role a little over a year. Steve wasn’t maintaining the knowledge because he had never been given direction to do so. Robert had failed to instruct him to do so. Robert kicked himself mentally. He had failed Teddy. She was possibly in danger because he had not kept his eye on the ball.

Robert was lost in his thoughts when Steve cleared his throat. “Mr. Baxter, we can’t go back in time and fix the past. We just need to work from here. Thankfully we do have vital information and we are working on getting a location for him. We are also working on a plan to protect Teddy. It’s important that you keep your focus here. Can you do that for me?”

Robert nodded his head. “Oh my God, I have to tell Elizabeth,” he thought to himself. She will be beside herself with anxiety. “I’ll tell her when we have more information,”

Wells Fargo Center- Philadelphia

“Hey Seggy,” Todd, the equipment assistant, called out as Tyler walked in with Bishop for morning skate, “The Flyers staff dropped off a package for you. They said that you were expecting it?”

Tyler’s eyebrows raised, “I am not expecting anything. Where is it?”

“I put it in your spot. You better save me some,” he called back.

Tyler walked in, saw the familiar tin and smiled. “Teddy,” he thought to himself. He went over and opened it. Sure enough, there sat two dozen of Teddy’s infamous snickerdoodle cookies. Benn appeared behind him and exclaimed, “Cookies!” He reached over Tyler’s shoulder and snagged a cookie.

“Hey, those are for me,” Tyler protested as Benn shoved the cookie into his mouth.

The captain’s eyes widened as he ran to the trash can. He spit out the cookie and gasped, “Water. I need water.” Tyler looked on in confusion as he handed him a water bottle. “What the fuck was that, Seggy? Some kind of joke?” Benn choked out. “If she wanted to prank me, game on,” he spit out.

Tyler laughed, “What the hell are you talking about? How would Teddy know that you would STEAL one of MY cookies? What’s wrong with them? Teddy doesn’t make bad cookies.”

Benn disagreed, “Those taste like a whole container of salt or something is in them. They are horrible.”

Tyler looked at the container again. While at first glance it was similar to Teddy’s tins, it wasn’t the same. Her tins were blue with silver filigree and this tin was blue with gold filigree. He took out a cookie and sniffed it gingerly. There was nothing on the smell. He gave it a small lick and tasted the overwhelming flavor of salt. Something was definitely off. He picked up the phone and dialed Teddy. It went straight to voicemail. “She must be getting ready for Steve,” he thought to himself. He shrugged and walked over to the trash can. He almost threw it in the can before deciding to keep it in order to show Teddy herself.

Team Hotel- Philadelphia

Robert and Steve walked in quickly into the hotel lobby. Robert looked down at his phone and remarked, “We are in the USS Blue Ridge boardroom.” His assistant, Mary, had secured hotel rooms and a conference room to serve as base of operations. The team raced to the room to begin setting up. Inside the room, Teddy paced. She dressed casually in her favorite Tyler hoodie and sweats. The commotion over the team entering the room caused her to look up and lock eyes with her father. “Teddy,” he called to her as she walked to him. He wrapped his arms around her and felt her steel her spine beneath his touch. “It’s okay, Teddy,” her father soothed, “I am here and everything will be okay.”

“Daddio, I didn’t mean for you to come. You have that big meeting tomorrow. It’s a huge deal,” she answered quietly, “We are not even sure it’s him.

“Sir,” a female voice shouted out as she entered the room, “I think I have something.” She walked over with the head of security for the hotel. “This is footage of the delivery of the large stuffed animal to the front desk yesterday morning.” The team gathered around the laptop to watch the footage. The face of the person was obscured when entering the lobby but could clearly be seen while exiting. All heads turned to Teddy in question and she nodded her head in confirmation. It was Chaz.

“So it was him last night, too?” she asked as the door to the ballroom opened. Tyler walked in, holding the tin of cookies. Teddy reached out her hand to him and he walked quickly to her. He put the tin down on the table and wrapped his arms around her body. She leaned back against his chest.

Trish, the female security analyst, asked, “What time was it?”

Teddy thought for a second, “It would have been about six fifteen. That’s when we were leaving for our dinner reservation.” She sighed softly. How quickly her world shifted in the span of sixteen hours. Trish nodded her head and pulled up the cameras from that time. Tyler and Teddy entered the shot. They exited the building and the bump could be seen at a distance. A few seconds later Chaz entered the building.

Tyler leaned closer to the screen, “Wait, that’s Chaz? I know that face. I saw him last night.”

“Yes, when he bumped you,” Teddy agreed.

“No, it was later,” Tyler corrected, “When we came back. He tried to get on the elevator with us, but I kicked the door close button.”

“Are you certain it was him?” Steve asked.

“One hundred percent,” Tyler answered.

Steve shook his head, “Okay- people we have confirmation that Chaz is in Philly. Now let’s track his ass down.”

Team went into a flurry of activity. Teddy and Tyler stood by the side and watched for a few minutes. “Sweet One,” she said quietly, “You need to go eat your lunch and take your nap. There is no use getting out of your routine.” After a few minutes of spirited discussion, it became clear that Teddy would not budge from her position. “Please, Tyler,” she pleaded, “It will give me more anxiety for you to be here. Not because I don’t want you here, but I don’t want to mess your routine up.” Tyler gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to the other ballroom to eat with the team.

Throughout the afternoon, bits and pieces of Chaz’s information began to crystallize. He had started a new job at a local advertising agency in the summer of 2018. Records indicated that he rented a large apartment overlooking FDR park near the Wells Fargo Center. Nothing suspicious could be found on his rarely used social media. He seemed to favor Instagram over all the others. The investigation came to stand still by late afternoon. After conferring, the team decided that while annoying, Chaz posed a limited physical threat to Teddy while she was surrounded by the team. That threat would be severely diminished by Teddy’s quick return to Dallas. Therefore, Steve, Robert and the team agreed that there wouldn’t be an issue with Teddy attending the game, providing she took Trish as an escort. Teddy bristled at the idea but finally succumbed and agreed.

Teddy and Trish dressed for the game. (Teddy insisted that Trish dress casually for the game as well.) Both heeded the advice of Tyler in wearing plain, nondescript sweatshirts to prevent any trouble from rambunctious Flyers fans. They headed out for a quick dinner before the game at Tyler’s insistence. Robert, Steven and team would pack up the war room and also attend the game. They would depart for Dallas immediately following the game.

Steve, Robert and team were packing the war room when a floral delivery was brought in by hotel staff. The flowers were delivered to the attention of Teddy. The large vase of white gladiolus and carnations were ostentatious in size and presentation. Robert opened the card and read “Teddy- Thank you for always being the wind beneath my wings. Too bad that you had to have Daddio clip them for you. Why did you call him in to save the day? Didn’t trust Pretty Boy to protect you? Wise decision. You’re still mine, Lovey Dovey”

"Motherfucker," Robert muttered. Steve’s head popped up in surprise. "He is watching us."

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

“He knows that I am here which means that he has eyes on the hotel,” Robert quipped, “We’ll be done here in the next fifteen minutes. Keep your eyes open for him but we should be in the clear.” The remaining computer and equipment were boxed up when Steve’s eyes fell on the cookie tin. “Where did this come from?” Steve asked.

“Tyler brought it with him from the morning skate,” Robert said, “He must have forgotten when he went upstairs. It looks like Teddy made him some cookies for the game.”

Steve went over and picked up the tin and looked at it with concern. “Call Tyler. I have questions.” Robert obliged Steve’s request and got Tyler on the phone.

Robert: Hey Tyler, I am going to put you on speaker phone. Steve has some questions for you.

Tyler stood in the underbelly of the arena and waited.

Steve: Hey Tyler- I understand that you brought a tin of cookies into the ball room. They’re from Teddy, correct?

Tyler: Crap, I forgot about them. I thought at first they were from Teddy, but it doesn’t make sense now.

Steve: Why doesn’t it make sense, Tyler?

Tyler: Well, first the tin LOOKS like the tins that Teddy uses for her cookies. If you look closely, it’s a different design. Also the cookies are awful. Teddy has never made a bad cookie in her life.

Robert looked at the tin and confirmed. He opened it, took a bite of a cookie, then spit it out quickly

Steve: What else, Tyler?

Tyler: I don’t know how Teddy would have gotten it delivered to the locker room. First, why would she go to the trouble when we were in the same room together? Second, how would she have access to the building?

Steve’s eyes got wide. Tyler had a point.

Steve: Tell me exactly what was said to you.

Tyler explained that a member of the Flyers staff had given it to the equipment manager to deliver it to him.

Steve: I need you to find that equipment manager. Find them right now.

Tyler ran in search of Todd. He grabbed him by the arm and shoved the phone in his hand

Tyler: Okay, I got him.

Steve: Hey Todd, who from the Flyers gave you the cookie tin for Tyler?

Todd: Ummmm, it was Chelsea. She is in charge of their social media.

Steve pulled out his phone and checked the Flyers website. There it listed Chelsea Thomas, head of social media. He cross-referenced Chelsea on Instagram.

“Get Trish on the phone. We have a problem,” Steve yelled.

“What’s the problem?” Robert asked.

Steve handed the phone to Robert in disbelief. “Chaz has access to the arena,” Steve explained. Robert blinked and looked at the photo on Instagram.

Inside the arena, Teddy and Trish made their way down to the rink for warm-ups. With the spotty service, both were oblivious to their phones blowing up. Trish glanced around the lower bowl of seats for any sign of Chaz. There were none. "Incoming," Trish whispered as a red-head approached Teddy. “Excuse me, aren’t you Teddy Baxter?” she said brightly.

“That’s me,” Teddy answered warily.

The red head flashed her badge to Teddy and Trish. “I’m Chelsea with the Flyers social media team. Can you come with me to do a quick bit for Instagram?” she asked.

Teddy tilted her head in confusion, “Why would the Flyers want to do a bit with me? My boyfriend is the star of the opposing team.”

"We try to get Instagram influencer to participate when they are at games. It can be a great way to building your following," she said cheerfully. Chelsea glanced up at the concourse, “Come on, it will be fun. We can get the Stars in on it too,”

"Oh, I would have to run it by my brand team first," Teddy shook her head no, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Chelsea pleaded, “Please? I really need you to do this for me.”

Teddy again shook her head, “No, thank you.”

Teddy turned and focused her attention onto Tyler who smiled and took a running leap into the boards right in front of her. Then he turned with a dramatic flair, placed his hands on his heart and blew her a hiss. Teddy smiled and giggled.

Chelsea slowly walked up the stairs with a sense of dread filling her. At the top of the stairs, a hand reached out and grabbed her arm. “I thought I was clear in my instructions, Birdie,” Chaz hissed, “You were supposed to get the bitch up to me.”

Chelsea turned to him and cried, “Chaz, I tried. I really tried but she wouldn’t come. Please don’t hurt me.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Dire: Chapter 6 - The Shock

Word Count: ~6.1K

Warnings: Blackmail, satanism, implied murder, guns, knives, mind control, abuse, drug use(mention)

Cyra didn’t mean to isolate herself the next day, it just kind of happened. She blamed it on her subconscious that she kept moving between vacant rooms in the house. She didn’t even notice that she was completely avoiding the living room until her stomach growled from hunger, letting her know that she hadn’t eaten all day.

When it was time to leave for her flight, she didn’t say goodbye to anyone. She was hoping she could just come right back after they finished whatever meeting or party they were going to.

Cyra arrived at the unassuming desert hotel at 10PM sharp, the exact same time they always met when the organization was involved. It was best to avoid ever having a recording of the time and day when the meetings took place, whether it was in a text or a phone call. The phone they used to communicate with Cyra was a burner phone but technology was never fool-proof. That was why they had to somewhat speak in code during the calls.

Right as she was about to enter the hotel’s lobby, Cyra heard someone call her name from the parking lot. She looked over to see Ace sitting in the passenger seat of a truck with the door open.

Getting the message, Cyra approached the truck and got inside when Ace shuffled over to the driver’s seat.

“We’re not…” Cyra trailed off, gesturing at the hotel.

“No,” Ace said. “Good outfit choice.”

Cyra looked down at the dress she was wearing. She wasn’t even sure if it counted as a dress. It was backless and nearly frontless too, made of a lot of straps and some strategically placed pieces of fabric. Her favorite part of the outfit was the collar that was attached to four strings that went across her chest. It squeezed her neck in a comforting way.

“Thanks,” Cyra replied. “Who are we meeting today?”

“Bullhead and his wife. You haven’t met her yet but she goes by the name Blank,” Ace explained.

Cyra tilted her head, confused. She thought they were going to a party since she was told to dress nice.

Ace started the car and backed out of the parking lot. As soon as they were on the highway, Ace picked up his cellphone and navigated to his voicemails. He then handed the phone to Cyra and told her to listen to the most recent one.

Doing as she was told, Cyra selected the first one on the screen and held the phone up to her ear. Her heart nearly stopped when she heard Phoenix’s voice.

“Hey, it’s me. I need to borrow Cyra for a few days. I’d tell you why but I don’t think it really matters. I’m watching my favorite video right now, you know the one. It’s been transferred onto a computer that has internet access. Personally, I think it’s hilarious how many times this thing has come close to being uploaded, yet you and Cyra always manage to stop me just in the nick of time. I love this little relationship we have but resisting the urge to post it keeps getting harder. Anyway, why don’t you send your little pet over to me for a while and I’ll reconsider? You can come too if you want, then it’d be just like the old days. Don’t you miss that? I know I do. Give me a call back when you get this message, love.”

Cyra angrily put the phone back in Ace’s purse. She folded her arms and sat back in her seat. “He’s just bluffing.”

“You don’t know that,” Ace said.

“He’ll go to jail if that video gets out.”

“And he’ll take us down with him.”

Cyra looked over at Ace. He was focused on the road but he had that quietly angry glare in his eyes. Usually Cyra loved that look. Ace was absolutely perfect when he was mad, though Cyra would never say that out loud.

Right now though, that look was scaring Cyra. Ace normally wouldn’t bother to show her the messages that Phoenix left him. It was worrying that he suddenly wanted her to hear it.

“Aren’t you sick of this?” Ace asked.

“Sick of what?”

“Of him ordering us around.”

“Well, of course I am. He betrayed us. He has no right.”

“I’m sick of it too,” Ace said.

Cyra frowned and thought for a moment about what the femme was trying to say. “Why are we meeting with Bullhead today?” she finally asked.

Ace didn’t respond. To Cyra’s dismay, he remained silent for the rest of the drive there. Cyra didn’t dare ask anymore questions. She probably couldn’t have even if she wanted to. Terror consumed her as she tried to make sense of what was happening.

When they arrived at Bullhead’s mansion, he answered the door and invited them inside. A young woman was with him. Cyra assumed that she was Blank.

“Hello Rhine. Hello Dragon. Hail Satan,” said Bullhead. He gestured to the young woman. “This is my beautiful wife, Blank.”

“Hail Satan,” Blank greeted.

Ace and Cyra both returned the phrase and then followed the couple into their living room. They were offered wine but they both declined. Cyra still hadn’t fully recovered from the Xanax she took the day before and Ace was always cautious.

They began a casual conversation between the four of them. Bullhead asked how their flights were and if they had any trouble getting to the mansion. Cyra noticed that Blank only spoke when Bullhead spoke to her first. It was a telltale sign of a dedicated and loyal omega.

Once formalities were out of the way, the conversation quickly turned serious.

“Dragon, did Rhine tell you why he brought you here?” Bullhead asked.

Cyra shook her head.

“Well,” Bullhead continued. “Here in this organization we are like one big family. We look out for each other. In fact, you can rely on us alphas as if we were your own. Of course, my lovely Blank always comes first, but that’s hardly an issue. Do you feel protected within this organization, Dragon?”

“Yes. This organization is saving me,” Cyra answered.

“Ah yes. We intend to do everything we can to save you from your destiny in the afterlife. But we are also here to protect you in this current life,” Bullhead explained. He glanced at Ace for a moment before continuing. “Rhine told me that there is someone from your past who is trying to harm the two of you. This is upsetting news to me and the other alphas. We have every intention of keeping our betas and omegas safe, it is our responsibility.”

Cyra looked at Ace, worried. She didn’t know exactly where this was going, but she had a pretty good guess.

“It sounds like the two of you need a clean slate, free of this man’s ill intent. My wife here happens to be an expert in that field,” Bullhead said.

Taking that as permission, Blank spoke up. “I can give you two a way out of your unfortunate situation. In whichever way you would like.”

What? The discussion was slowly becoming too abstract for Cyra’s comprehension. She understood that they needed to be vague about things, but this was too complicated.

“Two weeks from today, the organization will be having one of our parties. The guest list is mostly alphas but we would like you two to attend. We would also like you to invite this man who is causing you problems.” Bullhead picked up a cigar from a bowl on the coffee table and began to light it.

Cyra felt her stomach drop in horror as she made the connection. She looked at Ace in panic but he just nodded toward Bullhead, reminding her to pay attention to the alpha.

“What’s going to happen to him?” Cyra asked.

“What becomes of him will ultimately be your decision,” Blank explained. “I am simply here to erase any consequences of what may happen at the party.”

That must have been why they called her Blank. The word “erase” would never sound the same to Cyra again.

“We are here to help you, Dragon. As my wife said, you will be making the final decision on how you want to solve this problem,” Bullhead said.

The meeting came to an end as quickly as it started. Ace thanked Bullhead for his time and Cyra quickly followed suit, wanting to stay on the alpha’s good side. She told Blank that it was nice to meet her. The young woman simply nodded and smiled in response.

When Cyra and Ace got back into the truck, Cyra asked if there was anything else they had to do. Ace told her to wait until they got back to the hotel. So they just sat in silence for the entire drive back. Cyra tried to turn the radio on at one point but Ace swatted her hand away from the dial.

When they arrived at the hotel parking lot, Ace parked the car and finally answered Cyra’s question.

“We have to invite Phoenix to that party, but you have to do it. He’s not gonna listen to me.”

“How am I supposed to convince him?” Cyra argued.

“I dunno. You’re the professional actor.”

“I don’t even know if I wanna go through with this.” The gravity of the situation was still setting in and Cyra didn’t want to make a decision like that until she could think about it more clearly.

“I’m not asking you,” Ace said.

“But Bullhead and Blank said it was my decision.”

Ace suddenly reached over and grabbed Cyra’s shoulder. He dug his nails into the still scabbed bite mark and dragged them across it, drawing blood.

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”

“Ow!” Cyra quickly grabbed Ace’s wrist and pulled his hand away from her. “Don’t act like you wanted this.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ace said, his tone strict and firm. “You’re still mine and you do what I tell you to.”

“This is next level shit though. I’m not fucking doing this!” Figuring she made herself clear, Cyra grabbed her bag from the car floor and turned to open the door. She was stopped when Ace suddenly locked it from his side of the car.

Sighing at the inconvenience, Cyra switched the lock back and pulled the handle. She got the door about an inch open when she suddenly felt something cold, hard, and round press against the back of her head.

“Close the door,” Ace demanded.

Cyra shut her eyes in frustration and pulled the door shut. She turned her head and looked straight down the barrel of the gun. She then glared at Ace.

“You’re not gonna shoot me,” she said, calling his bluff. He had to be bluffing, he’d be an idiot to kill her right then and there.

Ace responded by cocking the gun. “Wanna find out?”

Cyra looked back and forth between him and the gun a couple times. She was ninety-nine percent sure that he wouldn’t do it, but she was also smart enough to know that a one percent chance was still possible.

“Guh! Fine.” She reached into her bag and pulled out her cellphone. She searched for Phoenix’s contact and pressed the call button. “Can you at least stop pointing that thing at me while I do this?” she asked while the phone rang.

“Consider it a test for your acting skills,” Ace replied, casually checking his nails.

Cyra wiped the glare off of her face as soon as Phoenix answered.

“Cyra! So nice to finally hear from you again,” he said.

“Yeah well, I missed you,” Cyra lied.

“I find that hard to believe,” Phoenix replied. He sounded way too happy. What a fucking psychopath. “Did Ace tell you to call?”

“No, actually. I’m calling on my own volition.” Cyra had to stop herself from gasping when she suddenly realized that she couldn’t tell him about the party over the phone. It was too risky. She would have to ask to see him in person.

“Oh? Why is that?” Phoenix asked. Cyra could hear the devious smile in his voice. It made her feel sick.

“I wanted to see you again. Are you free anytime soon?”

“Are you sure Ace didn’t tell you to call me?”

“No, I swear this is all me. I just miss you.” God, this felt awful.

Phoenix laughed and Cyra felt her stomach twist. He must have bought the lie.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me forever,” he said. “I’m free for the rest of the week. You remember where I live, don’t you?”

Cyra glanced at Ace. He was looking out the window but still holding the gun firmly in place. She desperately wanted to ask him for help but she couldn’t let Phoenix know that he was there.

“Yes, of course I remember. I can come on Friday if that’s alright with you?” Cyra kept her voice sweet, masking all of the fear she was feeling.

“Sounds great. I can’t wait to see you again,” Phoenix said.

Cyra forced out a ditzy giggle. “Me neither. See you then.” She hung up and let out a frustrated noise.

“You never fail to deliver,” Ace remarked, putting the gun down.

“I wanna go home,” Cyra said.

“Why? So you can go see Devin?”

“So I can go see my harem. They weren’t happy about me leaving again, you know.”

Ace was silent. Cyra glanced over at him and saw that he almost looked remorseful. Seeing that was almost scarier than having a gun pointed at her head.

“Are… you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think,” Ace answered. “I just felt worried about you for a second. Isn’t that weird?”

“What the fuck? That is weird. You should never worry about me,” Cyra said. She suddenly gasped when a rush of happiness hit her. It was happening again. She said something that made Ace proud and she could feel it in her own body.

It was obvious that Ace was feeling it too. His demeanor changed completely. He was now smiling and seemed excited.

Without needing to say a word, Ace stepped out of the car and started walking towards the hotel. Cyra thoughtlessly followed him, focusing on the feeling instead of worrying about the future.

After spending the night with Ace, Cyra got a flight the next morning to return home. It took absolutely every ounce of her willpower to leave her mate, especially when they were feeling so close, but she knew she had to go back. Her harem needed her and she needed rest before she had to go see Phoenix.

On top of all that, something strange happened when they were in the hotel room together. Neither of them said it out loud, but they both knew what was happening.

Ace thought that he wanted Cyra on her hands and knees on the floor and then suddenly Cyra was lowering herself down to the carpet.

Ace thought that he wanted a knife and then Cyra was rushing to the kitchen to get one.

Ace thought that he wanted Cyra to shut up and stop whining and then Cyra put her hand over her mouth to silence herself.

Neither of them spoke for almost the entire night, yet Cyra knew exactly what Ace wanted her to do at the exact moment that he wanted her to do it. Cyra’s thoughts were no longer her own, they were Ace’s thoughts going through her brain.

The consequences of this revelation were unfathomable and all Cyra could do to help herself at that point was to remove herself from the situation.

So she returned home and asked Tony to pick her up from the airport. When she got in the passenger seat, she turned around and saw Prince was sitting in the back. She greeted them with a smile, happy to see them.

Prince said hello but didn’t return the same enthusiasm. Cyra was worried that that would be the theme with the rest of her harem. She knew that she let them down but she hoped they could forgive her. She wished she could explain herself but that would mean putting them in danger as well. So she had to keep quiet.

“Is Jayce alone?” Cyra asked.

“Connor said he’d handle it if Devin got out of control,” Prince explained.

“Hmm,” Cyra responded, doubtful.

“I don’t think you need to be worried,” Tony chimed in. “Connor knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah, allegedly,” Cyra remarked sarcastically.

They arrived at Cyra’s house soon and the three of them calmly got out of the car. Cyra was happy to be home again. She desperately needed some time to relax.

When they opened the front door though, they were greeted by chaos. Devin and Connor were on the floor brawling, fangs bared, growling, the whole nine yards.

“Oh cool,” Prince said.

Cyra huffed in frustration. She just couldn’t get a fucking break, could she?

Scanning the room, Cyra noticed that Jayce was huddled in the far corner of the room, his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He was spaced out and staring at the ceiling. Uh oh, Cyra thought.

She rushed over to the omega and immediately got a strong whiff of heat coming off of him. Thinking fast, Cyra grabbed his arm and dragged him out onto the back porch. The lot they lived on was pretty big and the house was far enough from the neighbor’s that they didn’t have to worry too much about someone else smelling Jayce.

“Did he hurt you?” Cyra asked, sitting the omega down in one of the chairs.

“Hnnn need sex..” Jayce responded.

“Jayce. Focus.” Cyra lightly shook his shoulders and craned her neck to look him directly in the eyes. She spoke slowly and clearly. “Did Devin hurt you?”

Jayce shook his head in response.

“Good boy. That’s all I needed to know,” Cyra told him.

“Please fuck me, alpha,” Jayce begged.

Cyra bit the insides of her cheeks, willing herself not to pin him down right then and there. She still needed to take care of things inside the house before she could take care of her omega. It was all a pain, but after what just happened the previous day, Cyra felt like she could handle anything. This was a walk in the park compared to what she would have to do on Friday.

“Can you wait for me?” Cyra asked.

Jayce made a protestant noise and Cyra lovingly placed her hands on his cheeks.

“I know you can hold out a bit longer,” she said. “Be a good boy for me.”

As soon as Jayce gave her a nod, Cyra bravely stood up and walked back into the house.

When she got back inside, she immediately pounced on Devin, knocking Connor off of him. She found herself smiling as she pinned down the alpha, a sudden rush of excitement flowing through her veins.

“What are you doing, beta?” Devin snarled.

“Don’t call me that,” Cyra ordered, still smiling. She knew she must have been going into rut, it would explain why she was getting enjoyment out of a bad situation.

Cyra suddenly got an idea. Alphas hated the scent of rut, it disgusted them. Unless your name was Connor, of course. He was a weird case, being attracted to the scent instead. Anyway, Devin had gotten more used to it since he moved in but he still didn’t like being in the room with her when she smelled of it.

Letting go of his shoulders, Cyra instead wrapped her arms around his head, exposing her neck so he had to smell her.

“Ugh, you stink,” Devin complained. He tried to push Cyra off of him but she persisted, tightening her grip on his head. He probably could have tried harder if but scents could be debilitating.

“You’re a genius, Cyra,” Connor said, realizing what she was doing. “Let me help.” He threw himself on top of Cyra, dogpiling Devin underneath them.

Connor smelled too. Cyra hadn’t realized that he had gone into rut too. She wasn’t expecting it, part of her assuming that Connor could control his own phases better than that.

“I’m gonna check on Jayce,” Tony announced as he saw what was happening. Cyra felt bad for him everytime Connor was over. It must have been awkward.

Devin gagged underneath Cyra. “Get off of me! You both smell awful.”

“Not until you calm down,” Cyra said. She turned her head slightly to talk to Connor. “Why the fuck are you in rut?”

“You’ve got such a nice-smelling omega,” Connor explained, breathing down her neck. “I know, why don't you let me take care of him for you?”

“Not a chance,” Cyra replied.

“Okay, I’m calm now,” Devin interrupted.

“I don’t believe that.” Cyra tried to think of what to do. She couldn’t wait much longer to go back to Jayce but she needed to solve this predicament first, and she needed to do it quickly. Her mind would be gone soon.

She ran through possible solutions in her head until an idea came to her. There was a device sitting in her storage room that remained unopened since it was delivered. She planned to use it on Jayce but she was worried he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Devin could though.

“Connor, I need you to hold him down,” Cyra requested.

“Not a problem,” Connor replied with a smile. He climbed off of Cyra so she could get up and then sat down on top of Devin.

“You don’t need to hold me, I’m fine now,” Devin protested.

“Quiet, boy,” Connor said.

Cyra rolled her eyes and walked over to the storage room. She searched around the room and quickly located the box she was thinking of. She opened the box and pulled out the brand new, human shock collar that was inside. She examined it, taking note of how to put it on. She had to do it fast before Devin had the chance to fight her off. She also took out the controller and examined the buttons. The symbols were all intuitive and she figured she wouldn’t need the instructions.

Reemerging from the storage room, Cyra waved the collar in the air to show Connor. A devious smile grew on his face as he made the connection.

As if he could read Cyra’s mind, Connor put a hand over Devin’s eyes. Cyra knelt behind the pinned alpha and wrapped the collar around his neck. She made quick work to secure it and put the lock that came with the device in place.

She gave Connor a nod and he let Devin go.

“What the fuck is this?” Devin asked, sitting up. He grabbed at the collar to investigate. “Why is there a lock on it?”

“It’s a shock collar. This way Connor and I don’t have to hold you down if you act up,” Cyra explained.

Devin looked at her in disbelief. “You can’t put a fucking shock collar on someone against their will!”

Cyra squinted and tilted her head to the side. Her mind was going already and all she knew was that she didn’t like the alpha telling her what to do. She considered pressing the shock button on the controller, but the rational part of her said that that was too much.

“I just did though,” she said.

The shock in Devin’s expression amplified. He looked like he didn’t know how to respond.

Connor broke the silence with a sudden fit of laughter. Of course he found this amusing. It was amusing. Cyra soon broke into laughter too, unable to ignore the hilarity of the situation.

“This isn’t funny!” Devin snapped.

“Yes it is,” Cyra corrected.

She hooked her fingers under the strap and forcefully yanked Devin’s head closer to her. The metal prongs near the battery must have dug into the alpha’s neck but he didn’t even wince. Perfect. She knew he could handle it. Cyra had been wanting to put the collar on someone since she bought it but she was afraid of hurting her harem members too much. Devin, however, had steadily proven to her that he could take a good amount of physical pain.

Devin glared at Cyra, clearly unhappy with this idea. Too bad, Cyra thought.

“You’re actually a genius, Cyra,” Connor said between laughs.

Devin turned his head and growled at the other alpha. “Shut the fuck up!” Without much warning, he lunged at Connor and pinned him on his back. He bared his teeth and snarled in his face. Connor just kept on laughing.

Seeing a perfect opportunity to test the new device, Cyra pressed the shock button on the remote. Devin’s entire upper body tensed up and he fell onto his side next to Connor. He made a pained noise before his body relaxed again.

Both Cyra and Connor laughed even harder. It was even more entertaining than Cyra expected.

“Good! Now we know it works,” Cyra remarked.

“You’re deranged,” Devin said defeatedly. It was clear he had given up. There was nothing he could do about it and Cyra was glad that he learned that quickly. That meant she could go take care of other things.

Cyra looked around, suddenly reminded of Jayce. Her mind was hazy and it took her a minute to remember where she had left him. He was still out on the porch, hopefully keeping himself together.

“Well, now that that’s sorted, I have an omega I need to take care of,” Cyra announced. She took a step towards the back door but stopped when Connor spoke.

“Wait Cyra. Give me the remote.”

“No fucking way,” Cyra replied, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the idea.

Connor did have a point though. She needed someone to hold onto the remote for her, lest Devin get his hands on it. Looking around the room, Cyra’s gaze landed on Prince, who was sitting at the kitchen counter, casually watching the situation unfold.

Cyra approached them and placed the remote on the counter in front of them. “Merry Christmas,” she said sarcastically.

Prince smirked and picked up the device. They were obviously happy to be given that power, but Cyra knew they were trying to hide their delight.

With everything taken care of, Cyra went out to the porched to get her needy omega.

The next day, Cyra, Prince, and Jayce slept in late. The three of them were exhausted from the night before. Cyra ended up fucking Jayce for a lot longer than she initially planned and at some point Prince joined in too to help.

Cyra had no idea what her other housemates or Connor were doing the entire time since she was so distracted. She honestly didn’t care to ask though, she was too tired.

When the three of them came down to the living room around 3PM, Devin was the only one there. Connor and Tony were nowhere to be seen. When asked, Devin explained that they went out to get food together.

The alpha’s tone was obviously grumpy and he didn’t look any of them in the eyes when he spoke. Knowing that she was the one who caused his poor mood, Cyra stood behind the couch and wrapped her arms around him. She rested her chin on his head and couldn’t help but smile.

“Still upset?” she asked.

“What do you think?” Devin snapped.

“So you can’t handle it then,” Cyra teased.

“Fuck off. I can handle anything.”

“Then quit bitching about it.” Cyra stood up straight again and gave Devin’s head a playful shove. She went to join Prince in the kitchen, who was heating up some leftover pizza.

They offered Jayce a slice and he accepted, sitting at the counter with his head down.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Cyra asked as she handed him his plate.

“I’m sore…” Jayce complained.

“That’s not surprising,” Prince remarked. They gently placed their hand on Jayce’s chin and lifted his head up to examine his condition. “Do you still have a fever?”

“I don’t know,” the omega replied.

Prince pressed the back of their hand to his forehead but reported that he seemed fine. Satisfied with that conclusion, Cyra stepped closer to Prince to whisper to them.

“Where’s the controller?” she asked, lovingly rubbing Prince’s back.

Prince gave her a questioning look but Cyra just smiled at them. If she was being honest, she was just bored. She wanted to test the limits of what she could do with the device. Not only that, but she could also take the time to help Devin understand his place in the house. It was obvious that his instincts were confusing him, so Cyra needed to make sure he got the message loud and clear. Sure, reasoning with him had been helpful so far, but sometimes words weren’t enough. He needed to feel it in his body.

Too tired to actually question her, Prince took the controller out of their back pocket and handed it to Cyra. She snatched it out of their hand.

“Devin!” she called.

The alpha looked over. He immediately looked worried when he saw what Cyra was holding.

“I want to test this out,” Cyra told him.

“I thought this was only for when I ‘acted up’. I didn’t even do anything,” Devin argued.

“I know that, and trust me, I appreciate that you haven’t. I just want to make sure that it won’t actually damage your body.” Cyra hoped he would understand. She was doing this to ensure that it wasn’t too dangerous. And partly for her own amusement, but Devin didn’t need to know that.

Devin scowled but didn’t try to argue. “Where did you even get this thing?” He tugged at the strap and fiddled with the lock on the back.

“I got it from a sketchy-looking sex toy website,” Cyra explained.

“What?” Devin did not seem impressed.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Prince said with a laugh.

Devin groaned in frustration and folded his arms again.

“Don’t worry,” Cyra reassured. “I know you can take it. You’re the strongest one here. Well, besides me of course.”

“Fine,” Devin finally said. “Just get it over with.”

Pleased, Cyra grinned widely and looked down at the controller. It had a power switch, a shock button, and a dial to adjust the power level. It was set to 3 by default but it could go all the way up to 10. The sane part of Cyra’s mind told her that any higher than 6 would be overkill and probably dangerous. Not wanting to seriously injure Devin, she decided to stick to that rule.

Cyra gave Devin one verbal warning before pressing the shock button. The alpha’s body tensed from the waist up and a restrained noise escaped his lips. Cyra observed him closely from the kitchen, ignoring her pizza entirely. She was fascinated by the way his body reacted to the jolt. At an intensity set to 3, he still had some control over the noise he made and the lower half of his body was unaffected. Very interesting.

“That was a power level three,” Cyra announced. “It goes up to ten.”

“Don’t turn it up to ten,” Devin ordered.

“I won’t. I’m not that cruel,” Cyra replied. She passed the controller to Prince, asking them to do the honors instead.

“Why?” Prince asked, taking the controller back.

“I want to watch how he reacts as closely as possible,” Cyra explained. “Just keep trying different power levels, but don’t go past six.” Cyra left the kitchen, abandoning her pizza altogether. This was far more intriguing than food was at the moment.

She approached Devin and sat on the coffee table in front of him, ready to observe every detail of how he would react to the next shock. The alpha had an irritated look on his face but he didn’t seem distressed at all. That was good… for now.

“Okay, the dial is at four,” Prince said. “I’m pressing the button.”

In less than a second, Devin lost all of his composure. His body shook but he managed to stay sitting up. This time his legs twitched a bit, indicating that the shock was reaching more of his body. The noise he made was louder than before but still sounded restrained.

He clearly was still retaining some control of his body but it was proving difficult. Cyra figured that any other member of her harem wouldn’t be able to pull that off.

“Huh,” was all Cyra said. She glanced at Prince who appeared to be waiting for a signal to continue.

Curious about what it felt like, Cyra grabbed Devin’s hand and nodded at Prince.

“What are you doing?” Devin asked.

“It’s not fair if I don’t get to feel it at least once,” Cyra answered with a smile.

Prince announced that the dial was now turned up to five before pressing the button again. Cyra felt her arm involuntarily tense up as the electricity flowed into her through Devin. There was a sharp, tingling pain that set her nerves on fire. It was the most intense in her hand, getting less prominent towards her shoulder and chest.

Then, as quickly as it happened, the shock went away. Cyra and Devin both relaxed as the pain stopped. An immediate physical euphoria came over Cyra from the pain relief. It felt pretty nice and was actually worth the pain of the shock. Cyra giggled at the revelation and let go of Devin’s hand.

“That one wasn’t that bad,” Devin said.

“Probably because it was going through two bodies instead of one,” Prince suggested.

Cyra nodded in agreement and waited for them to give Devin another shock. The other beta wasted no time delivering it. Devin tensed up again. His entire body shook that time and he made a deliciously painful noise that made Cyra squirm in amusement.

She was trying not to look too happy about seeing the alpha completely debilitated by one small device. It was hard not to let her mind wander though. The implications were exciting and she began thinking of all the possibilities that came with having this much power over Devin. She could probably use that controller to make him do just about anything.

“What level was that?” Devin asked, his voice staggered with the lingering pain.

“That was five again,” Prince told him. “I wanted to see how much it hurt you without Cyra absorbing half of it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this too,” Devin groaned.

“A little. But I won’t overdo it like Cyra will,” Prince said with a smirk.

Devin sighed in annoyance and looked up at the ceiling. “Okay just do the last one already.”

“This one’s gonna hurt…” Prince warned.

“Yeah I know, just do it.” Devin gripped the couch cushions on either side of him, bracing himself.

Cyra smiled and bit her lip. The anticipation was killing her. Part of her was hoping that he would scream or cry, but that probably wouldn’t happen.

Prince pressed the button without any verbal warning. Despite asking for it, the shock seemed to take Devin by surprise. He yelped in pain and fell onto his side. The current took a lot longer to leave his body that time and it seemed to give Devin too much time to think about the pain.

That’s the thing about pain. If it lasts for too long, it gives you the opportunity to think about how much it hurts. The acknowledgement amplifies the pain. Cyra knew this well. Ace had never been a fan of any pain that was quick and easy. He always said it was a waste of time and never got the message across.

“Fuck!” Devin cursed when the shock finally stopped. He stayed lying on his side, curling up in an attempt to comfort himself.

“I knew you could do it,” Cyra praised.

“Shut up,” Devin replied, closing his eyes.

“So six is too high,” Cyra concluded. “We’ll save that level for emergencies.”

“I hate this,” Devin complained.

“I know,” Cyra said sympathetically. “It’s for your own good though. This will make everything easier.” She could hear Ace’s voice in her head as her words echoed the mantras he’d been feeding her for years. It felt nice to share some of the things he had taught her, to pass those lessons onto her beloved harem members.

This might have been Cyra’s best idea yet. She could already feel her worries about Jayce melting away. This was the perfect solution.

[A/N]: I have never been electrocuted before so I’m just guessing what it would feel like. I’ve done electrotherapy for leg pain but I’m pretty sure that’s not comparable.

Also, the scene with Ace holding a gun to Cyra’s head is my favorite scene in this whole story. I just love Ace physically reminding Cyra that he could kill her at any time and she’s lucky that he chooses not to. Swooning lol

#dire #omegaverse #mating cycles/in heat #creative writing #fiction #non fandom #18+#i had way too much fun writing this one #i can't let myself write about Devin too much or else i go craAaAaaaAzyyyy

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A Fun Time in Hawkins - Day 1

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley

Warnings: None

Summary: A sudden development spells trouble for Robin and Steve - especially for Steve

Notes: Whumptober Day 1: A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY - Adverse Effects

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Robin sighed contently and adjusted her legs, her Converse high up on Steve's dashboard as she reclined in her passenger seat, the back tilted back severely. She knew he hated when she did that, always going on about road safety and “I haven't survived the Demogorgon, demo-dogs and the Russian military to get taken out in a stupid accident because you can't sit like a normal human being, Rob!”

Unfortunately, it still held true that annoying Steve Harrington was one of Robin's favourite hobbies. Plus, a more recent development was that she trusted him. And he was a good driver, no matter the antics his passengers were up to. Not an insignificant skill when you're regularly overloading your car with a gaggle of very excitable teens.

Speaking of which, Robin poked her companion's arm without even looking. “Hey Dingus, you remember we need to pick the kids up?”

“Hmm?” was Steve's monosyllabic answer.

“The kids,” Robin repeated, “you know, the ones you swear you're done babysitting every second day? Never mind that we all know who's babysitting who.”

Steve didn't answer, and Robin frowned. “Hey, you OD'd over there?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied a moment later, “I mean, no, sorry, Robin.”

She sat up a bit, looking at him critically. “Dude, are you getting sick? You've been spacing out at work all day, too.”

Steve waved a dismissive hand. “Just feeling a bit tired, is all,” he insisted.

Robin wrinkled her nose. She hadn't expected a truthful answer – this was the guy who had insisted he was fine when the paramedics had wanted to take him to the hospital after Starcourt, despite having been beaten up, tortured and drugged by Russian soldiers. Still, she had been hoping that he would be more forthcoming at least towards her, after all they had been through together. “You up to this evening, then?”

“Of course!” Steve protested indignantly, sitting up straighter as if that helped his case. “Besides, the kids really need this, they've been so bummed since the Byers left ...”

She rolled her eyes fondly. “I'm sure we would figure something out,” she said. “You don't have to do it if you're not feeling okay.”

“I am!” he insisted. “Look, it's not a big deal, I just got some new meds, and the doc said they could make me a bit tired. Nothing more, okay?”

Robin's heart melted, and she reached out to pat his arm. “Understood, I'll stop pestering you.” It had only been after Starcourt that he had told her about the concussions he had suffered in those years fighting against the monsters she had only learned about then, though he also admitted the first one was courtesy of Jonathan Byers, and well-deserved in his own opinion. He had been very reluctant but finally admitted that ever since, he had been prone to migraines, and she finally understood why he kept wincing at the bright lights of Family Video on some days.

Steve snorted. “As if you are physically capable of that!”

She laughed and swatted his arm. “Well, about that, at least!”

They fell back into a comfortable silence, and Robin turned her head towards the car window and let him concentrate on driving for a while.

Suddenly, Steve gasped out loud, and the next moment, the car spun out of control as he jerked on the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.

Robin grabbed onto the handle above the window and held on for dear life while the world spun around her. “Steve!” she called out fearfully. Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced herself, waiting for a crash.

It didn't come. The car rocked and teetered as if in empty air for a moment, and then it fell back on all four wheels and came to a stop, settling onto the ground with a loud groan. Silence settled over it.

Carefully, Robin opened one eye and peeked at her surroundings. The car had gone off the road and into an abandoned field, where it had finally fetched up against a huge bale of hay. Robin took a deep breath and immediately regretted it when hay dust floating in the air from the collision made it into her nose, itching until she exploded into a sneeze.

“Ugh,” she complained as she wiped her nose on her sweater, “why did it have to be hay?” Though in all fairness, they were probably lucky that their trajectory had brought them to a comparatively soft obstacle to halt it.

“Steve?” she asked, turning towards her friend. “You okay?”

Steve was sitting stock-still, both hands still on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. He didn't reply, and anxiety exploded in Robin's gut. “Steve?” she asked again, reaching out her hand to put on his arm, carefully, as if he was a wild animal she didn't want to spook.

He turned towards her voice and the touch but his face was strangely rigid, and his eyes looked right through her. “Robin,” he said, his voice breathless. “Robin!” He let go of the steering wheel, and instead she suddenly had his hands in her face, patting over her cheeks and forehead, and one finger landed in her eye, ouch!

“Steve!” she called out, grabbing his hands and trying to keep a hold of them. “What's the matter?”

“I-I can't, I can't, I … I - Robin!”

“Steve, please!” Robin took a breath, trying to calm her own rabbit heart. “Calm down, okay? You're okay, I'm okay. Nothing much happened.” She hoped she wasn't lying but she felt okay, the car appeared mostly okay, as did Steve beyond his agitation.

Steve shook his head wildly, his hands still twitching and shuddering in her hold. “No!” His voice rose, almost to a wail.

“I can't see!”

Thank God for the kid's walkies and that Steve always kept his in his car, Robin thought. Thanks to that, it had actually not taken very long to rouse someone to her calls of “Code Red! Code fucking Red!”, and luckily, it had been Lucas – Robin would never say so aloud but from all the boys, he was probably her favourite, and he had a good, sensible head in a crisis. After exchanging some information about where they had gone off the road, he had promised to send an ambulance, and Robin could already hear the sirens drawing nearer.

She squeezed Steve's hand. “Help's coming,” she said encouragingly.

Steve, reclining in his seat with his eyes closed, nodded. “My hearing is okay,” he told her but his sarcasm lacked its usual bite.

Robin shrugged, then remembered the current problem and felt a bit like an asshole. “Good thing, too,” she said aloud. “Our friendship is, like, seventy-five percent just you listening to me rambling. Can't have it crumbling because its foundation is suddenly gone, eh?”

Not her best work but what can you do.

Steve didn't reply this time, only squeezed her hand more tightly.

Robin sighed and leaned closer, pressing her shoulder against his and ignoring the way the centre console was digging into her hip. “It will be okay,” she swore. Though she didn't know if it was a good idea to make any promises, given that she had no idea what had happened to her friend's eyesight …

Another few minutes filled with silence and tension later, an ambulance came to a halt next to them, and things went from quiet to a somehow still controlled frenzy as the paramedics descended on them with helping hands and lots and lots of questions. Through it all, Robin held Steve's hand and refused to let go whenever one of the men tried to separate them. After a few tries, they finally gave up and let them both climb into the ambulance together. Steve went willingly where she directed him, far too pliable and quiet for Robin's taste. She couldn't wait to get to the hospital where, hopefully, someone would finally have some answers for them.

The someone who finally sat down opposite of them where they sat on a bed in the emergency room was a young, fresh-faced doctor. Robin was a bit wary of how young he looked but the expression on his face was warm and caring.

“I'm Doctor Haver,” he introduced himself. “You're Steven Harrington, right?” He looked down at his notes, then back up to Steve, only giving Robin a side-glance.

“Just Steve, please,” Steve replied.

“Steve. Okay then.” The doctor smiled. “Now, Miss Buckley here has been very adamant about staying with you but given the nature of medical information, I have to ask you again if you're alright with her listening to our discussion?”

Robin bristled slightly but there was no need to insist again since Steve sat up straighter and said clearly: “Of course I am. She can hear whatever you have to say to me.” More quietly, he added: “Please, I need her here.”

Robin's heart did that strange thing where it wasn't sure if it wanted to melt at his trust in her or break at the fear in his voice. She gave his hand another squeeze – it was a wonder they hadn't squashed both their hands to a pulp with the amount of clinging and squeezing they had been doing since the accident – and looked back to the doctor, willing him to finally talk.

“Alright,” the doctor said, raising his hands and this time directing his smile towards Robin. “Then let's get down to it.” He took a deep breath. “Now, all told, you've been pretty lucky with the accident. You're both bruised at the usual areas of contact with the seatbelt and where you were thrown against the car's frame, a few minor cuts but no broken bones or more severe wounds. So far, so good. However, there is the issue of the sudden loss of vision you reported ...”

Steve stiffened next to her, his breath speeding up audibly. Robin started to rub circles on the back of his hand with her thumb and whispered: “Slow and calm, Steve. Slow and calm.”

Dr Haver directed a worried glance her way and quickly continued: “We will need to do further testing, like a CT, but I actually have a theory what might be happening. I noticed on your form that you have had multiple concussions and have reported suffering from migraines?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, that's right,” he confirmed. “But – can that happen because of a migraine?”

“Not directly,” the doctor said, “but you wrote – or rather, Miss Buckley wrote, I assume – that you had started a new medication for it recently but you didn't remember the name.”

They both nodded, and Robin tried to press the answers from him with her stare. Did he really have to recap what they both knew anyway, given that she had filled in the form and Steve had told her what to write?

“Does the name Topamax ring a bell?” Dr Haver asked.

Steve gasped. “Yes! That's the one!”

The doctor smiled. “Well then, we're coming closer to the solution. I believe that your sudden vision loss is a side-effect of this medication. It's been reported before that it can cause sudden increases in intraocular pressure, leading to trauma to the optic nerve.”

“What does that mean?” Steve burst out. “That I'm … I'm blind?!”

Dr Haver hastily raised a placatory hand but then seemed to realise how useless this was, given that Steve had kept his eyes firmly closed the whole time except for the short examination he had gone through. He dropped his hand and instead said aloud: “Steve, please stay calm. From what I've read, the effect is not permanent.”

Robin exhaled. “You couldn't have lead with that?” she asked harshly.

He gave her a contrite look. “I'm sorry. I didn't want to alarm you, Steve. As I said, it's not permanent, or at the very least, there is a good chance that it can be reversed with the right treatment.”

Steve sagged against Robin's side. “Good,” he said hoarsely, “that's good.”

The doctor smiled awkwardly and got to his feet. “I will arrange for a CT – if nothing else, we should double-check to make sure there is nothing else going on – and then we will discuss treatment options. Until then, I'll let you rest. Please let me know if I can do something for you,” he said, then turned tail and more or less fled the room.

Robin stared after him, then shook her head and huffed. “He's gonna need to work on that,” she declared to the room at large.

Turning to Steve, her face softened. He still looked awful, pale and drawn, but she could see the tension slowly leaking from his shoulders. She reached out with her free hand, cupping his cheek. “It will be okay, dingus,” she said softly. “Everything will be okay.”

This time, it didn't feel like an empty promise.

#whumptober2022 #no. 1 #adverse effects #stranger things #fic #head trauma #loss of vision #car accident #flower writes #steve harrington #robin buckley #whump #fanfic

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