What if the mc could choose between the boys so instead rhey put up a sticker chart and whoever reaches 100 stickers is the one they'll be with
Every single one of them will try and rig it.
Sometimes you will see random stickers thatâs not even from the same batch you bought.
Sometimes the stickers could have passed off as legit but unfortunately you used those store bought 2D ones, these are 3Ds.
Sometimes you wouldnât bat an eye because these stickers are exactly like the ones youâve been using only for you to notice that you could never peel them off, because a bitch fucking DREW THEM ON DOWN TO THE SMALLEST DETAILS
Alex doesn't spare a moment to ask who did this or how when he finally finds Arinn.
He nearly misses the familiar voice feebly calling his name. The desperate sound comes from a fallen stack of paperwork, shoved aside in Alexâs frantic search of the office.
He was being kept in the musty old mansion somewhere, Alex knew it. But he didnât expect to find him here, and definitely not like this.
Alex drops to his knees and carefully removes the strewn items one by one, following the sound of muffled, ragged breaths. Finally, near the bottom, he finds a manila envelope that has crumpled under the weight of the pile.
Inside lies Arinn, smaller than a doll. Heâs sprawled on his back with his hair a mess around him. His small form heaves as he gasps for air; his skin is flushed from the heat of being smothered so long. Above his head someone has written Specimen 27 in black sharpie.
Who and how can wait. Alex curls his hand carefully around Arinnâs little body and pulls him up from the paper, too quickly. He lifts only a couple inches, something pulls taut, Arinn screams.
Horrified, Alex lets go of Arinn. His shaking hands nearly drop the folder in the process, so he quickly sets it on the stable surface of the desk and sits in the chair.
Arinn is writhing in pain and Alexâs stomach lurches to know he caused it. Not now, he tells his despondent mind, you can beat yourself up later.
As gently as he can Alex turns Arinn onto his side and -Â
oh.
Of course he didnât budge. Not with his tail, more vulnerable than ever in his shrunken state, stapled to the inside of the envelope.
Three staples - one at the base that has fractured the largest tailbone, one in the middle that has broken that bone entirely, and one at the end, which is so fragile that the staple has left it bent at an unnatural angle.
âOh, babe,â Alex breathes. He canât begin to imagine the pain Arinn must be in.
While Arinn catches his breath again Alex finds a pair of scissors and carefully cuts away all of the cardstock except the sliver attached to Arinnâs tail. It does nothing to relieve the pain, but at least this way he can scoop his boyfriendâs trembling body into his hands and cradle him to his chest. It rumbles beneath him as Alex says, over and over,
âIâm here. Iâve got you.â
The sound of his voice and smell of his shirt soothe Arinn almost instantly. The gentle touch of Alexâs thumb rubbing his back gives the touch-starved incubus the energy to open his eyes.
No sooner has he opened them than they blur with tears at the sight of Alexâs warm brown eyes looking back. He truly believed that Alex might never find him - that he would die like this and be discarded, and Alex would never know...
Arinn curls up against Alexâs chest, solid and warm and right above his beating heart. Itâs the safest place Arinn has ever known. He sobs into the worn cotton of his t-shirt and lets Alex pour comforting words and touches over him. Itâs too much touch at once and he knows it; he lets it overwhelm him until he blacks out, finally escaping the pain.
-
Arinn wakes tucked into Alexâs jacket pocket, loosely wrapped in a microfiber cloth. One of Alexâs keychains - a squishy sauropod from the natural history museum - is in his arms. He squeezes it tight.
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He wakes when his tail is jostled as Alex carries him up the steps to their apartment. Alex is slow, cautious, nothing like the way he usually charges up them, taking them two at a time. But any movement is too much movement for his ruined tail.
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He wakes in agony when Alex manages to remove the staples. Careful as he was, there was no way to do so without hurting Arinn. He mumbles apologies and as soon as Arinnâs mangled tail is free he smooths something cool onto it with his thumb. It quickly numbs, leaving Arinn shuddering. Alexâs kisses his head, tells him heâs brave.
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Arinn wakes splinted, bandaged, and bathed, lying on Alexâs bare chest and covered by a soft, clean hand towel. He rises in falls in a soothing wavelike motion from Alexâs slow breathing. The days of searching have finally caught up to him; he is sleeping soundly.
Though his tail still throbs dully, Arinn is at ease, too. For now he canât be bothered to think about the days of painful healing to come or the matter of returning to his usual size.
For now it is more than enough to be home, where he is safe and loved.
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