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A Blue man and a Ghost meet in a churchâŚ
((Just an idea as Iâm having brainrott))
Danny, with his horrific injuries from being âcaughtâ, somehow escapes to his friends before retreating into his core. His friends take his core into the ghost zone, trying to get to Frostbite, but are stopped by (either Fenton parents or GIW agents) flooding into the ghost zone after them.
Tuck and Sam are panicking and so they wrap Dannyâs core into Tuckâs beanie and Samâs jacket before tossing him onto one of the flouting platforms and leading the ghost hunters awayâŚthey didnât expect Danny to be sucked into one of the natural portals along the way downâŚ
Danny wakes up in Germany of all places, alone, with pieces of his best friendâs clothing splayed over him⌠He takes this with surprising grace (not) and deals with his newfound homelessness in a foreign country as well as he can. At least his King status allows him to be a polyglotâŚ
Meanwhile, Kurt Wagner had returned church that had raised him, planing on pay respects (again) to the Priest that had sheltered him. It wasnât the same church, as that one has burned down far long ago, but there had been a new church built in its place. This new church had been abandoned soon after its construction, too many people saying that it was haunted with angry ghosts and feeling too anxious to worship within such a building.
Kurt had thought they had been silly, thinking like that and leaving the building to rot. Through, that was before he, himself, had caught sight of a ghost dwelling inside inside. Wait, no. This was still a living child. A boy sat in one of the pews and stared at him with wary curiosity. Through he was so washed out and in such a sorry state thatâŚWell, Kurt believes he could be forgiven for mistaking the boy for the dead.
In the dim morning glow flooding through the stained glass, his eyes reflected and glowed in the shadows. Which wasâŚhuh. Seems Kurt has stumbled upon not just a squatter, but a mutant squatter at that.
#Kurt sees this creepy child chilling in the church and asks âis anyone gonna adopt this child?â and didnât wait for an answer#meanwhile Danny is unsure if this blue guy is a ghost or not..#oh and Danny still has his vivisection wounds underneath his shirt#shits all inflected now and gross#They both bond over being experimented on#at least I think Kurt was experimented on#idk I donât know him all that well#Iâve got a whiff of this strange blue man and I was enchanted immediately#Danny Fenton#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#dp x marvel#dp x X-men#x man#oh and meanwhile Tucker and Sam are having a goddamned panic attack after losing Danny#which is always fun#could this count as a runaway experiment?#yes#Kurt Wagner & Danny Phantom#Nightcrawler & Danny Phantom
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YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE BY NOT BEING MINE | LYNEY
notes this chapter switches from lyney to reader, but youâll notice right away when it does ^__^ and i also wanted to plug in my hcs of aether sjdkwd, wc 2.1k
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Lyney has had many embarrassing moments in his life. Everyone has their moments, eventually, and Lyneyâs not the type to keep track of all of them. He couldnât even count them with his hands if he triedâitâd be as long as Lynetteâs weekly receipt of sweets.
The first he could remember was performing in front of a live audience. He forgot his lines, cowered across expectant eyes, and fumbled with his tricks, but he didnât regret it. That experience made him the illustrious magician he is today.
There was a time when Lyney wasnât too used to you addressing him so directly and face-planted on the floor when you called out his name.Â
He used to hear from the other orphans all the damn time: âArenât you at least a little embarrassed?â They never understood why Lyney kept returning to you, even after pushing him away. They never got to understand how thrilling it all was. He was just a little kid with an infatuationâwhy was he supposed to care about everyone elseâs second-hand embarrassment?
He never came to regret any of those. He wouldnât be here right now if it never came to be.Â
However, Master Childe standing frozen while Lyney fumbles with not letting you sway all over the place, might start steadily pushing itself towards the top five. Lyney barely dodged as you nearly elbowed him in the face. Graceless in every form in front of the 11th Harbinger.
You use Lyney to prop yourself up and whip around. âWhereâs Lord Tartaglia?â
Master Childe pushes the door open, his silhouette like some angel coming down to say he will tell on âFatherâ about Lyney hoisting the runaway Fatuu. Political-ness aside, it already looks bad enough that youâre drunk, and heâs dragging you. You hiss like some sort of vampire, and Lyney dutifully shields you from the light. Would it be rude to order Master Childe to fetch glasses of water?
âMy head,â you groan.
âIâm sorry,â Lyney says, brushing hair away from your face. âDo you want to lie down?â
Youâre not given a chance to lie down nor reply as Childe points a finger in Lyneyâs direction.
âHey, you,â Master Childe says, and Lyney blinks a little fearfully, spine ramrod straight. âI know you. Youâre one of the orphans in the House, right?â
âWhat are you doing here, Master Childe?â Lyney asks, hopefully still conveying his respect.
âWell, the Northland Bank wouldnât mind some wealthy connections,â Childe says proudly. âAnd one of the special guests here owes something to the Fontaine Branch.â
âYou also know me, Tartaglia,â you chime in, stumbling around and revealing your face to him, wasted as hell.
Lyney holds his breath as Childeâs expression blanks. âDo I?â Childe asks indulgently.
âOne of your subordinates!â you exclaim petulantly, as if sulking Childe hasnât given you the same treatment he gave Lyney.
Childe turns sheepish. âIâm not too familiar with all of them.â
Lyney canât tell if heâs disappointed or relieved. Instead, he brushes it off and focuses on your well-being. âY/N, do you think you can walk on your own?â
âOf course I can,â you say, then wobble when Lyney tests it. âW-Waitââ
âWait,â Childe says, too. âYouâre Y/N?â
âDuh.â You sniff.
Lyney smiles. âPlease forgive her.â
Childeâs expression does something complicated. âIâm not that good with faces. I do know youâI assigned you here.â
Something about that feels wrong to Lyney, but heâs not given any chance to think too deeply about it when Childe looks as if he is about to reach out to you. Lyney pulls away and takes two steps back when Childe raises his hands. The Harbinger blinks in confusion.
Lyneyâs guard is up. âI-Iâm sorryââ
Childe lifts his hands in surrender. âI donât know what you think of me, but I assure you Iâm not that kind of person..â
Lyney winces. There goes his first impression on the 11th Harbingerâdisrespectful and maddeningly shameless. âForgive me. I didnât mean to insinuate I thought of you that way, sir.â
Master Childe laughs. âItâs fine. Itâs my fault for coming off like that. Do you need help?â
This is definitely beyond rude. You sway on your feet when Lyney moves. âMon lapin here could really use a glass of water.â
âI feel like Iâm going to throw up,â you announce. Lyney and Childe, positions be damned, share the same fearful look.
Thankfully, the aristocratâs floor was safe from the assault of your breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but the bushes outside the mansion couldnât share the same sentiment. Lyney and Childe had a moment of silent agreement to keep quiet about this matter if they suddenly wilted.
âDoes the lady need any more help?â Childe asks. Heâs actually nicer than Lyney expected and even younger than they say when up close. He's less intimidating when heâs not standing across with his features darkened by the light flooding from behindâthat was certainly nightmare fuel.
âNo!â you exclaim. âI can go home myself,â you say, still slurring your words.
âIâm not letting you do that,â Lyney says, helplessly charmed.
âYou should,â you argue, then look a little green again. âUh oh.â
Childe takes an instinctive step back. âAre you going to throw up again?â
âNo, my head,â you whine pitifully. Lyney wishes he could pull that migraine out with his bare hands, but he also finds your expression right now a little hilarious.
Lyney pinches your cheek. âI told you to lay off the alcohol.â
âDid you not want to kiss me because you were scared I would throw up in your mouth?â you ask Lyney.
Lyney freezes, eyes wide. âYouâre still on to that? How much do you remember?â
He wants to ask you a million questions when youâre finally not acting so skittish, but he finds that he canât. He realizes he hasnât seen you like this beforeânot hostile or wary of him. You look nice, like everything was before it was ruined. And there was also how you willingly wanted him to kiss you.
As you press against him, Lyney watches as you deflate like a balloon faced with a needle. You sigh softly, then bury your face against his neck.
âYouâre so warm,â you murmur to his skin.
Goosebumps blossom all over his body. Your face brushes against the side of his neck. âDo you hate it?â
âI like it. My hands are cold. Every part of you is warm.â
âWould you like me to warm you up?â
âMhm. Thanks.â
This is so unfair. Lyney wants to bury his face in your hair and hide there, hoping youâd cling to him forever like this. But that wonât happen in this lifetime or any other one. (He doesnât pry you off in this lifetime, however.)
The grand entrance doors slide open. Lynette emerges from the party with a tentative look on her face. She swiftly rushes over to Lyney, then is visibly startled when she notices Master Childe still hanging around.
Oh. Right. Why the hell is Master Childe still here?
Lynette bows her head, addressing their superior. He laughs and waves it off like heâs no one important in the streets. His sister turns to him, whispering, âLyney, âFatherâ is looking for us. Sheâs asking for us right now.â
Lyneyâs skin crawls. âWhat? Why now?â
She shakes her head, her eyes flicking back and forth between you and Childe. âIâm not sure. She wasnât supposed to come this early.â
Lyney frowns, glancing down at you. âI canât justâŚâ
âWe canât bring her there with âFatherâ in, too,â Lynette murmurs. Lyney curses, knowing sheâs right.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask from where youâre pressed against Lyney. âOh! Hi, ânette!â
âHello, Y/N,â Lynette says warmly. It seems fondness for Y/N runs in the family. âDo you have anywhere to go to? May I ask where it is?â
âYes, of course I do!â
Lynette looks over to Lyney. âI donât think this is going to work.â
Lyney, as much as he hates to, glances back at Childe, who is, unfortunately, and fortunately, still standing there.
âGood idea,â Lynette praises, seemingly catching on to what Lyney is thinking.
âThatâs her boss,â Lyney says, instinctively shielding you from him. âWhat if she gets fired because of this?â
âShe wonât be,â Lynette says. âAnd Iâm sure that Master Childe would at least make sure Y/N is somewhere safe before he leaves. And right now, we have to do that, too.â
Lyney doesnât want to, but he doesnât trust showing you to âFatherâ, too. Itâs been too longâhe doesnât know what âFatherâ would think of you, and her decisions happen in a split-second.
âLyney,â Lynette says, in the tone of Letâs not keep âFatherâ waiting.
Perhaps Lyney really isnât thinking straight himself. âMaster Childe?â Lyney calls out. He takes a deep breath and says, âWe are in your debt.â
You wake up to a pounding headache and realize that Aetherâs hair glows in the dark when fully blacked out. You had an inkling when it looked like Aether was illuminated at night, but seeing it up close is startling.
âHoly shit! Aether, your hair!â You sit up but belatedly regret it when the migraine returns to full force. âHoly shit,â you say again, for a different reason this time.
âStop swearing,â Aether sighs, looking alien as he moves and speaks like a human being, yet his hair radiates light like the sunâliterally. âCan we pull the curtains open?â
âNooo,â you sob. âI want to sleep again. It hurts.â
âPaimon, if you will.â
The fairy salutes and shows no sliver of mercy as youâre ravaged by sunlight piercing your eyes. It feels like all your cells are screaming in protest. Or maybe youâre the one screaming.
âHuh,â Aether says thoughtfully. âJust as I suspected. Youâre wearing the same shade of lipstick.â
You donât care about your lips right now. Thinking about how dry your mouth is has you wanting to throw up. âWhat does that even mean?â
Aether ignores it. Heâs starting to act like a stern, disappointing mother. âDo you remember what happened last night? Imagine my surprise when I see Childe sneaking in my teapot, carrying you like a passed-out damsel.â
Memories of last night flashed behind your eyelids, most of them featuring the 11th Harbinger, and your blood runs cold. âOh no.â
âHeâs still here, and heâs asking to talk with you.â
Your cells havenât stopped screaming; theyâre scattering around in panic. You certainly feel as if youâre being jostled around. âI think Iâm going to throw up again.â
Pitying you, Aether reaches from the bedside desk and hands a glass full of water thatâs delightfully the perfect temperature. But apparently, he doesnât pity you enough to not drag you out of bed.
You didnât understand what Aether meant when he said Teapot, but while on the way to where Childe was resting, Paimon explained that you were all walking in a floating teapot hanging around somewhere in some corner of Fontaine. Faintly, you wondered if you were still drunk.
Master Childe is all sprawled legs on the living room couch. He senses your presence right away, waving with a bright smile.
âI think I did pretty well last night, comrade.â Childe flashes a grin to Aether, who rolls his eyes. âThey didnât question anything!â
âItâs because youâre their superior.â Aether turns to you, plucking the empty glass from your shaky fingers. âSit beside them. I have something to ease your migraine.â
You could cry. Instead, you obediently sit beside the feared and renowned 11th Harbinger, moving as stiff as a board.
âHey.â Childe tilts his head as he studies your face. âYou look pale.â
âSir!â You bow, then promptly start retching.
Chidle laughs, âCalm down, calm down. You donât have to be so formal. You spoke easily last night.â
âI was drunk,â you murmur, face heating up. You couldnât recall how easily you spoke to him last nightâitâs all a blur. Thinking too hard about it has you dizzy.
âLoosen up then. Youâre a friend of the Traveler, arenât you? That makes us comrades, too.â Childe sinks into his seat, grinning. âI already got the gist of the situation. I gotta say, thatâs dangerous deceiving the Arlecchino, of all people.â
âIf it involved Teucer, wouldnât you do the same?â Aether chimes in, entering the room, holding a tray with three glasses.
Chidle guffaws, âFair enough!â
Paimon settles beside you, looking as alien as Aether earlier by sitting down. Your drink looked different from Paimonâs and Childeâs, but you reasoned that Aether still needed your intel to not poison you.
âIt wasnât part of the agreement to have to see my subordinates canoodling, though,â Childe says offhandedly. âYour boyfriend was like a leech.â
âLyney is not my boyfriend,â you say automatically.
Childe laughs at first, but it dies down seeing your confusion.
âOh,â he says. âOh.â He turns to Aether, who nods sagely, world-weary.
imagine: lyney returning to the bench he left you and childe on, seeing that youâre both gone, and exclaiming FUCK
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I think he's pulling the old Belloq Gambit. He stays in the shadows and does his studies while Qimir finds these McGuffins and lures them urther and further into darkness.
Okay I'm pretty sure Qimir has broken off from Darth Plagueis because there is no way that a pair of Force-concieved twins would be running free if Mr. "Defining canon trait is evil life-creating Force experiments" knew they existed. He would have snatched up Osha the minute she left the Order and gotten straight to work on figuring out how the hell she and Mae were born.
#though there's also the possibility that he taught Aniseya the techniques#in a sort of...Evil Sea Witch way#I don't know what his timeline is here#it would be hilarious if Aniseya and/or Koril was a former Plagueis apprentice though#because that would spike his count from one apprentice to something like five#with so many planned runaways and feelers#I think I prefer him finding the coven#or their results#and reverse-engineering what they did#but the concept of prototypes and experiments is also always neat#star wars#the acolyte#the wildest theory I have is that Martian Manhunter is Darth Tenebrous and Plagueis is supposed to be the long-range Sith#but he's scheming and plotting#and will eventually put Palpatine in the Senate when Tenebrous is TRAGICALLY ASSASSINATED#but I'm more than willing to accept that the Senator is Just A Guy#it's neat that it could go anywhere though
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2010s Nostalgia || Hetalia Edition
Hetalia Youtube Nostalgia Playlist | 117 songs | 7hr 5min
⢠Hey Na Na - Katie Herzig ⢠Viva La Vida - Coldplay ⢠Rasputin - Boney M. ⢠Glad You Came - The Wanted ⢠Hot Mess - Cobra Starship ⢠Counting Stars - OneRepublic ⢠Fireflies - Owl City ⢠Bombshell Blonde - The Jagged Edges ⢠Do Better - Say Anything ⢠Welcome To The Show - Britt Nicole ⢠Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin ⢠Survive - Sick Puppies ⢠Life is Beautiful - Sixx:A.M. ⢠Fairytale - Alexander Rybak ⢠Everybody Loves Me - One Republic ⢠Don't Mess With Me - temposhark ⢠Mimimi - SEREBRO ⢠I Like It Loud - Cash Cash ⢠I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction ⢠I'm ALIVE! - Becca ⢠Lovestruck - Breathe Electric ⢠I Like To Dance - Hot Chelle Rae ⢠Haven't Had Enough - Marianas Trench ⢠Kiss Me Thru The Phone - Soulja Boy, Sammie ⢠Hard out Here - Lily Allen ⢠Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars ⢠I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy ⢠Airplanes - B.o.B., Hayley Williams ⢠Rock Star - Prima J ⢠This Is War - Thirty Seconds To Mars ⢠Hey Brother - Avicii ⢠Cinderella - Tata Young ⢠Centuries - Fall Out Boy ⢠DĂŠjĂ Vu - 3OH!3 ⢠Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me - Lene Alexandra ⢠Miss Jackson - Panic! At The Disco, LOLO ⢠The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco ⢠Europe's Skies - Alexander Rybak ⢠Bad Apple!! - RichaadEB, Cristina Vee ⢠Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco ⢠Let's Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco ⢠Hurricane - Panic! At The Disco ⢠Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco ⢠Never Close Our Eyes - Adam Lambert ⢠Playing With Fire - Ovi, Paula Seling ⢠Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab ⢠Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco ⢠Killer - The Ready Set ⢠How to Be a Heartbreaker - MARINA ⢠This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy ⢠Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance ⢠Troublemaker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida ⢠Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship, Leighton Meester ⢠I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters ⢠One Woman Army - Porcelain Black ⢠How To Start A War - Simon Curtis ⢠Maps - Maroon 5 ⢠Do Better - Say Anything ⢠STARSTRUKK - 3OH!3 ⢠Remember Everything - Five Finger Death Punch ⢠The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin ⢠Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes ⢠When You're Evil - Aurelio Voltaire ⢠Canadian, Please - Julia Bentley, Gunnarolla ⢠Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco ⢠Take Me to Church - Hozier ⢠Viking Death March - Billy Talent ⢠Headstrong - Trapt ⢠Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind ⢠Don't Believe A Word - Third Eye Blind ⢠Warriors - Imagine Dragons ⢠iNSaNiTY - CircusP ⢠Paralyzer - Finger Eleven ⢠I'm Awesome - Spose ⢠24 - Jem ⢠Clarity - Zedd, Foxes ⢠Hall of Fame - The Script, will.i.am ⢠The Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco ⢠Immortals - Fall Out Boy ⢠Rather Be - Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne ⢠Wake Me Up - Avicii ⢠a thousand years - Christina Perri ⢠Just Like Fire - P!nk ⢠Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars ⢠Safe And Sound - Capital Cities ⢠Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde ⢠Demons - Imagine Dragons ⢠DNA - Little Mix ⢠Remember The Name - Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond ⢠Victorious - Panic! At The Disco ⢠ĺłčŠăŽčś (Butterfly On Your Right Shoulder) - Kagamine Rin/Len ⢠We Are One (Ole Ole) - Pitbull, Jennifer Lopez, Claudia Leitte ⢠Hero - Skillet ⢠Maraca - Mohombi ⢠The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy ⢠DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3 ⢠Teenage Dream - Katy Perry ⢠SING - My Chemical Romance ⢠Good Time - Owl City, Carly Rae Jepsen ⢠White Rabbit - Egypt Central ⢠Not Gonna Die - Skillet ⢠The Kill - Thirty Seconds To Mars ⢠We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool, DCup ⢠Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park ⢠Disco Pogo - Die Atzen ⢠German Sparkle Party - The Something Experience ⢠Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects ⢠I Could Be The One - Avicii, Nicky Romero ⢠Can't Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ⢠Still Into You - Paramore ⢠Primadonna - MARINA ⢠Pompeii - Bastille ⢠ććăľăźăăĽăŹăźăˇă§ăł (Renai Circulation) - çŠčŞăˇăŞăźăş ⢠Awake And Alive - Skillet ⢠Monster - Skillet ⢠Poker Face - Lady Gaga ⢠Falling Inside The Black - Skillet
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Runaway Lover, Part 1
Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. ANGST. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play/swallowing, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, referring to female anatomy as she, all consensual. Use of n-word. Mentions of God, Christian leaning. Sorry if I missed some, I'm rushing, just let me know.
Summary: On a girl's trip with your friends to Punta Cana, getting some much needed rest before spring semester, you bump into Stunna and a whirlwind romance rocks you to your core.
Word Count: 9,326k
Part 2 | Part 3
A/N: This is a wonderful ask from @melaninpov. I'm sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind, I've been watching romance movies all day and this turned sweet unexpectedly. Happy Valentine's Day, my loves. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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âAre you sure this isnât too short?â You asked your friends. You stood in the bathroom of your hotel suite. The bright, fluorescent lighting in the bathroom highlighted everything. Everything. You wore a simple gold dress with intricate bronze and burnished orange swirls. It was a tad too short and showed a tad too much.
You werenât a prude but you were also unused to showingâŚso much. You tugged at the short sleeves, the low neckline, and pinched the areas around your sides. You werenât sure why you packed the damn thing, but you were drinking while packing. Something you vowed to never do again.
âYou look so hot!â Your friend, Stella, said and moved closer to you and faced the mirror. She wore a violet dress with sparkling beads woven in to make it look like she wore a dress made of stars. It fit her deep ebony skin perfectly and brought out the subtle jewel tones in her skin.
You bit your lip, tasting the sweet lipgloss you dabbed on your lips. Abusing your lips was your worst sin and you avoided putting anything on them but tonight, you were all about new experiences. Hopefully.Â
âI should change,â you said. You pushed past Stellaâs calls out for you to stop and that there was no need.Â
Angela appeared in the doorway and trapped you in the bathroom. âDamn girl!â You said. Stellaâs sister was gorgeous in a marigold bodycon dress that hugged all of her curves and showed off her perfectly round ass. Truly, an apple bottom that she claimed was her best feature.Â
Angela preened under the praise but did not lower her hands from the door frame. âYouâre not changing. None of us are changing. We only have two days left before itâs back to fucking school and weâre going out with a bang. They better be throwing us out before the trip is over,â she said.Â
She pushed you back into the bathroom. Thank goodness the space was big enough for all three of you. There were wide tile squares on the floor, a discarded hotel towel on the floor to keep you all from slipping, and two large mirrors over a double sink.Â
Angela and Stella finished up their makeup and demanded that you applied more gloss. Stella handed you a clutch to match your dress and told you to take the gloss with you.Â
You accepted it with a roll of your eyes. Youâd likely go through the entire tube before the night was over. You were constantly at battle with your anxiety. Yaâll really didnât fuck with each other but it was like a toxic ex that didnât know how to leave you alone. You could block, skip, and hop away from it but it was always lurking around the corner.
âAlright! Letâs go!â Stella yelled, getting you two pumped for the nightâs activities. You all put on your matching heels or sandals, grabbed purses and clutches, and tucked in last minute items you may need, and headed out of the door.
Punta Cana was a balmy destination spot with plenty of resorts. The trip there had been uneventful but you and your friends had stayed glued to the windows, snapping pictures of the local plantlife, hills, and palm trees.Â
At the resort, you couldnât help looking around in wide-eyed wonder, taking in the people and accommodations. You had been here for a few days enjoying the beach and accompanying swimming pool at the resort.Â
Everyone was friendly and open and a staff member was always around waiting to answer your questions. The goal of the trip was rest, rest, and more fucking rest. You were approaching your final year of school. After this spring semester, you were officially a senior and would have to enter the dreaded world of adults.
Stella and Angela kept up a steady stream of chatter on the ride down the elevator about what they were most excited for. The adults only resort was a breath of fresh air. No kids running around and no harried parents running after them.Â
Tonight, you were going to the club in the resort. So far, your activities have kept you from that venue. You rode ATVs and did a snorkeling tour off the shore of the beach. You also climbed into a boat to watch the local marine life. That part was your favorite.
Angela had to remind you that you were in fact young and it was okay to enjoy yourself. Half the time, you didnât know where your anxiety came from. You could be having the time of your life and then boom! Your anxiety was snatching your breath away and warning you of an invisible threat. No matter how many times you asked for proof or begged to know what the threat was, your anxiety only shook its head and repeated the warning tone: danger, danger!
You shoved your anxiety in the recesses of your mind. You were not in danger. There was no threat. You were only here to have a good time.Â
On the main floor of the resort, the wide open arches and large windows let in enough of the view that you saw the moon ascending the sky. Sunset was losing its grip on this part of the world. Swirling colors of lilac, tangerine, and amber dotted the sky as night approached. The ambient lighting outside began to turn on one by one.
Stella looped her arms through yours and Angelaâs arms and pulled you toward the entrance to the club. The music reached you first. Hotel guests were spilling in and out of the place so it must be a popular spot.Â
You swallowed around the huge lump in your throat as you pushed inside, flashing your wristbands that confirmed your age and the amenities you paid for. The staff member waved you in with a polite smile and soon you were entrenched in the booming club.
The space itself was huge with plenty of dancefloor area. The upbeat, fast paced music got everybody dancing and shaking their hips. There were pillars stationed around the room holding up the ceiling but other than that, it was pretty much open. There was a bar area on a raised platform filled with tables and chairs.Â
Most were all occupied as people looked over the railing at the brave people down below getting it on in various states of fancy clothing. Dresses flew through the space. Heels clacked on the floor. Hands were in the air in an undulating wave like the waters that crashed on the shore.Â
There was a heavy smell of liquor and sweat and some type of sweet perfume in the air that tried to combat it. There was no way to combat the funk so it ended up smelling like sweet sweat. But that was to be expected with so many people in one room shaking what the Lord gave them.Â
You and your friends made a beeline to the bar, immediately ordering sugary drinks that would go straight to your head. Alcohol was never a proper solution to anxiety. However, youâd take anything for a release from its shackles for the night.Â
As you waited for your drink, you bounced your shoulders trying to get your body to catch up to your mind. âNaw, show us what you got, girl!â Stella said. She whistled and encouraged you to dance a little more, shake a little more.
Fuck it. You couldnât let your anxiety win this time around. You started getting into it, shaking your booty faster and then backing away from the bar. You felt the rhythm of the song, waving your hands and getting your whole body into it.
You backed up one more step and tripped, your body flying to the right. You shrieked, hands reaching out to catch your fall. However, you didnât fall. Strong arms encircled you. It took a few moments for your mind to catch up to the fact that you werenât kissing the nasty club floor.Â
Your heart roared in your chest, causing stops and starts that made you shake all over. The strong arms pulled you back to standing, righting yourself on your wedges. âThank you,â you said.
You looked up into the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. Those eyes were framed by a long face, wide nose, and a trimmed dark beard. He had a big smile with perfect, symmetrical teeth encased in hollow grills.
The man had rich, deep golden brown skin that he showed off with a collared navy shirt and black jeans. His upper arms were bulging with muscles, straining against the short sleeves of his shirt.Â
He was in a word: devastating.Â
âAre you okay?â Sound finally filtered past your racing heartbeat. The way he looked at you gave you the indication that he had asked it more than once. You bit your lip and nodded. You forgot how words worked.Â
âAre you sure you didnât twist anything?â He asked. His voice felt like what hot chocolate on a cold evening tasted like. It warmed you up from the inside out, awakening places that didnât usually awaken for anything other than your favorite celebrity and brownies.
Your mind was slow, fuzzy around the edges, as it dawned on you that he was pointing to your feet. You moved each leg, leaning on him while you lifted your legs and moved them in a tiny circle.Â
You looked back into his eyes and nodded again. âGood,â you chirped.Â
He smiled slowly. Fuck, you could watch him smile for the rest of your days and never get sick of it. He was so damn cute. And hot. A dangerous combination that had you acting like Helen Keller. âCept you could plainly see how divinely sexy he was.Â
âCan I buy you a drink to apologize for ruining your dance?â He asked.
You smiled and ducked your head, cheeks warming up from the embarrassment of dancing in front of him. You looked down at his hands secured around your arms, at your hands on his.Â
You started to move them but he held on a little tighter, unwilling to let you go. âIâŚkind of already ordered one,â you said around the thick lump in your throat. Come on! Get it together! What the hell was wrong with you?Â
âOh, are you here with someone?â He asked. He still didnât let you go.Â
You licked your lips, the sweet taste of manufactured strawberries coating your tongue and snapping some sense back into you. You nodded and looked towards your friends. They were openly gawking at you.Â
âMy friends,â you finally said.Â
âBut no guy?â He asked.Â
You giggled and shook your head. âNo girl?â You asked.
He smiled and shook his head. âIâm Stunna,â he said.Â
You told him your name. He said a few times, rolling the syllables around his tongue like one did to a lollipop. You focused on his mouth and the way he said your name. As if he had been saying it his whole life and never wanted to stop.Â
âIf I canât buy you a drink, can I get your number? You from the States?â He asked.Â
Anxiety reared its huge, ugly, monstrous head. You were nervous to justâŚabandon your friends. Let alone your drink. With your luck, you lived on complete opposite sides of the country. You nodded, to give him an answer about the States. But were too nervous to tell him where. To even hint at the possibility that you could occupy the same city and there wasnât a national alert about it.Â
You were sure that he caused a storm of women wherever he went. You would have noticed if he lived around the Bay. You knew that youâd feel him in your blood, taste him in your veins if you lived in the same area. Certain that you would have bumped into each other already. Seen each other somewhere.Â
âI should probably get back to my friends. Iâm sure your friends are missing you as well,â you said. You reluctantly withdrew your hold on him. Your small claim for the time being. Relinquishing that hold hurt.Â
He nodded. As you turned to leave, he swiftly caught your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your fingers. âSave a dance for me? I wanna see more of them moves.âÂ
A nervous giggle pushed against your rib cage, threatening to spill over. You swallowed it back down and bit your lip. You didnât want to keep turning him down but your stomach twisted and turned. Danger! Threat!Â
There was nothing threatening about the man so you figured that you needed away. You needed space to breathe and think. Time spent away from his spicy cologne that tickled your nose.Â
You nodded once more. What were the odds that heâd find you again in this club? If your friends werenât at the bar, you wouldnât know the first place to look for them.Â
Stunna let go of your hand and backed away, giving you a small wink before turning back to his friends. He was surrounded by a group of guys, all hot in some way or another? Damn. You checked out his back side as you walked back to your friends.Â
âThe hell you doing back here?â Stella asked.
âWhatâs happening? Why arenât you sitting in that manâs lap?â Angela asked.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â You asked. You grabbed your drink, the glass sweating from sitting so long. How long had you been talking to Stunna? And why did you feel like you wanted to run right back into his arms?
You took deep gulps of the fruity concoction, letting the alcohol seep through your system and chase away your anxiety. The cold from the drink burned away the lump in your throat. Being away from him helped. It helped in a way that was foreign to you to name or identify.Â
People didnât have physical reactions to others right? Like that was a thing made up by romance movies to get peopleâs heads in the clouds and sell more candy in stores, right?Â
Your friends hounded you for answers to their questions, wondering what you spoke about and why you werenât still talking to him.
âI didnât want to abandon you for some guy. This is a girlâs trip. A relaxing trip,â you said.
âYou better relax on that manâs dick! Like you saw him right? Like you saw the way he looked at you? Girl, please tell me sheâs not that oblivious,â Stella said, leaning her head on her sisterâs shoulder.
Angela tossed her hands up as if she were preaching to a congregation. âFather God, grant your child the gift of sight because sheâs clearly blind,â Angela said.Â
You laughed, rubbing your forehead at their embarrassing shenanigans. âIâm not oblivious!âÂ
âI pray that Iâll never do some dumb shit like her, Lord. Smite her and send the nigga my way, because damn,â Stella said. She looked behind you and you panicked, standing in her way to not bring attention to the fact that you were discussing Stunna. You risked a glance over your shoulder.
Stunna was sitting down at a table, faced in your direction. He lifted his glass to you and you smiled, turning around and immediately dropping it. The drink wasnât helping. Butterflies flapped tiny wings in your stomach. He was killing you.Â
âWhat happened to new experiences?â Angela asked.
âNot that damn new,â you muttered, sipping more of your drink. At this rate, youâd need ten drinks to calm the wings in your stomach.Â
Stella groaned dramatically, throwing her arms across your shoulders. âAs sweet as it is to worry about us, you see us every damn day. How often do you run across someone that damn fine in real life? In real life? He belongs in a magazine or on TV or some shit,â she said.Â
That was the fucking truth. âHe probably lives on the East Coast or something,â you said, waving Stella off of you. You were too hot. There were too many people here. Too many clusters of hot breath, sweat, and body heat raising the temperature in the room to dangerous levels.Â
You sipped more of your drink. You tapped your foot against the hard floor, vibrating with energy that had nowhere to go. Nothing to do but zip up and down your body and twist your insides.Â
âSo? You ainât trynna marry the nigga. Just get down,â Angela said and bent low, shaking her hips. Stella joined her, sticking their tongues out. Stella turned around and bounced her booty against Angela. Angela mimed hitting Stellaâs ass and you laughed, waving them away.
âYou two are a hot fucking mess!â You screamed. They continued to dance and giggle, shaking their ass and proceeding to make you wish the floor swallowed you whole.Â
âSince our girl is romantically deficient, letâs get on the floor,â Stella said. You finished your drink and followed your friends to the dance floor.Â
You started out stiff, not wanting to bump up against anyone. You didnât need a repeat from earlier. Your friends noticed your reluctance and each took one of your hands. They began to swing you around.Â
You smiled, falling for their obvious charm. You loosened up and relaxed. The drink finally did the trick and you surrendered to the music. You closed your eyes and felt the thumping beats, the instruments, and sultry crooning of the singer.Â
You danced and laughed with your friends, relishing the feeling of being young and carefree. This was what you had been chasing this entire trip. This feeling of being present and in the moment.Â
You began to twerk as the music changed, popping your ass to the beat of the song. Your friends cheered you on. You placed your hands on your knees and got lower. Someone sidled up behind you, not one of your friends you were sure.Â
You shrugged your shoulders and kept dancing. Now was the time to keep living in the moment. You could dance with someone that wasnât in your immediate comfort circle. You couldnât always hang onto your friends like a barnacle.Â
Large hands circled your waist and you leaned back into a lean but strong frame. The stranger felt like a man and a good dancer on top of it. Able to match your changing moves. The stranger grabbed your hands and spun you around to face him.
Stunna grinned at the surprise on your face. âI thought I told you to save me a dance,â he yelled to be heard over the music.Â
âWhat took you so long?â You asked.Â
âLike that?â He asked, exaggerating his words. You nodded. He matched your nod and then spun you back around. You giggled, breathless at being spun around like a doll. He pulled you around the dancefloor dancing to the fast-paced music with ease. Now it was you that was having trouble keeping up with him.
You faced him now and your hands were in each otherâs, dancing with complicated turns and twirling limbs that made you feel like you were on Dancing With the Stars. The song finished and you waved your heads. âI need a break!âÂ
Stunna grinned, flashing those damn grills. You stared at them, wondering if he took them out during sex. Was he the type to go down on a woman? Stunna winked as he if sensed the direction of your thoughts.
He placed his hand on your lower back and led you back to the bar. You ordered some water and he made you order a drink. âSince you donât wanna give a nigga your phone number,â he said with a show-stopping smile.Â
You rolled your eyes. âWhy do you want my number?â You asked. You drank the water bottle at his nudging.
âSo I can hear that sexy ass voice in my ear,â he said.Â
You rolled your eyes playfully and played with the paper around the water bottle. âYouâre so bad,â you said.Â
He shrugged his shoulders, calling your name like he was savoring the taste of it. âIâm still right though. I want to keep talking to you,â he said.
You could practically feel your friends on your shoulders like little devils pushing you to give him your number. What harm could it do? You held out your hand for his phone. He dug it out of his pocket and handed it to you.
His total focus on you while you entered your number was unnerving. You couldnât help giggling as you put in your number. He reached out and trailed a finger down your arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. You messed up on a number and giggled in his direction.
âYouâre distracting me,â you said.Â
âYeah? Good. But make sure that number right,â he said. He peeked across the screen as you backspaced and entered your number correctly.Â
He smelled like his cologne, sweat, and whatever drink he had throughout the night. You handed his phone back to him. You fanned yourself with your clutch while he looked at his phone.Â
He smiled and tapped a few times. âThere, now you have my number,â he said.Â
The butterflies returned to your stomach the longer you spent in his presence. He liked that he could fluster you so easily and tried his damndest to keep doing so. Your cheeks ached from all the smiling you did.Â
You talked more about yourself and your friends and why you came to the D.R. He told you that he was out here celebrating for his friendâs wedding. The wedding had already passed, cheaper during the week, so they were spending the weekend celebrating with friends.
âItâs nice of you all to come out here and celebrate with them,â you said. Stunna turned his head to the side, he didnât hear you. The music seemed to get louder and even though you yelled, he couldnât hear you.
Stunna scooted closer to you and yelled in your ear. âWanna go outside?âÂ
You looked at him and nodded. You couldnât hear shit, but you were pretty sure you could hear your friends whooping for joy as Stunna took your hand and led you outside of the club.
Your ears popped as you reached the quiet interior of the lobby. There was a stark contrast between the two rooms and your ears rung. You shook your head, trying to clear the ringing. Stunna did the same, shaking his shoulders too for good measure.
Being out in the lobby, the base temperature felt like frost at the top of a mountain. You shivered as it highlighted buckets of sweat rolling down your spine and between your breasts.Â
A drop of sweat rolled down Stunnaâs arm and you followed the movement as it trailed down a prominent vein. Stunna still held your hand and you walked out of the resort, past the open pool that shimmered with light from nearby lamps.Â
You walked along the concrete pathways heading down to the beach. Before you stepped onto the sand, you leaned down and took off your wedges. Stunna took off his boots, and rolled up his pants legs.Â
âLooks like I was smart to wear a dress,â you said and giggled at him.Â
âDamn smart. Iâm glad you did. Your body in that dress, hmm,â he said and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth.Â
âStop,â you chuckled and shook your head. He was incorrigible.Â
âNaw, I canât. Your ass looks amazing. Thighs I just wanna squeeze. Lips I wanna kiss,â he said. He stood up to his full height and you stared at him.
Soft moonlight fell over his features on one side of his face. The lamps gave a warm glow on the other side. He was light, soaking it all up and reflecting it back out to seem like he had an inner glow.Â
You sighed, staring at this work of art before you. You wanted to pinch yourself. You stepped closer but Stunna only smiled, grabbed your hand, and you took off down the beach. You spent time walking up and down, warm sand digging between your toes.Â
You talked more, learning about him and how much he loved to read. You shared that passion and spoke about books youâve read and favorite authors. He took your recommendations seriously, pulling out his phone to add books to a list on his phone.Â
âCome back to my room,â he said.
You shook your head. âWonât your friends be looking for you?âÂ
âNaw. I got my own room. I ainât sharing shit with them nasty niggas,â he said.
You laughed, moving away from him as the sand made you trip up. Stunna pulled you back to his side. âSee, yo clumsy ass need somewhere to sit. Come sit in my room,â he said.Â
You were back in the same position from earlier when he rescued you from falling. He gripped your elbows, standing close enough to lick, and your hands were on his arms. He was too close, surrounding you with him. You couldnât think past him. When you looked up, all you saw was him.Â
You waited to feel panicked and shaky. To warn you to step away and flee from him. It never came. âIf I go back to your room, I doubt weâll just be sitting,â you said.
âI never said that. Thatâs yo nasty mind,â he said. He licked his lips. âBut I like the way you think. You wanna come sit in my lap?âÂ
There were no reservations. No warning bells in your head. No screeches of noise or racing thoughts to prevent you from biting your lip and nodding. From grabbing his hand and watching each other as you left the beach and headed inside.Â
You didnât talk as you leaned against one another in the elevator. He placed a kiss to your head and you melted even further into him. The elevator softly dinged and the doors opened to his floor. He stayed in the building next to your room. You were sort of relieved. Had he stayed in the same building or even on the same floor, it would have been too perfect. Too obviously a set up by God or whoever was out there listening.Â
Stunna swiped his keycard once he got to his room and opened the door. You walked inside the cool room and turned on lights.Â
He had a suitcase on the couch of his suite, open to reveal some clothes he packed. He had shoes strewn about but for the most part, he was a clean guest. He closed the door and you turned to look at him.Â
You placed your shoes on the ground next to his, marveling at the contrast between your sizes. It looked oddly perfect sitting side by side. You ignored that runaway thought as you quickly texted your friends that you would be late to the room. It was a good chance to not wait up for you at all if this night went how you were expecting.
Stunna watched you place your clutch on the TV stand. He moved about the room, cleaning up but it wasnât necessary. Just bags and bottles of water that were on the nightstand.Â
âIâll wash off this sand,â you told him.Â
âIâll go after you. Take your time,â he said.
Take your time, yeah right. If you took long enough, you would summon your anxiety like an ancient deity out for your blood. You quickly went to the bathroom and freshened up a little, running the bath to clean off your feet. You didnât even look at yourself in the mirror. If you did, you would chicken out.Â
You didnât want to chicken out. You wanted a wild story. A story to tuck in your heart and bring out as the years passed and you lived your life. A story that you held on to when you got older and your partying days was nearing its end.Â
When you left the bathroom, Stunna had lowered the lights to make it more intimate and softer. He opened the curtains revealing a balcony that overlooked the ocean. He stood outside, twisting caps off of water bottles. He also had a bottle of Hennesy on the small table outside.Â
You approached and he smiled when you did. âIâll be right back,â he said.
He went to the bathroom to clean off the sand. You stepped out fully and enjoyed the breeze kissing your skin. You sipped some of the Hennessy, enjoying that sweet burn. The ocean waves crashed against the shore but from this height, you saw further than you did in your room.Â
Few stars were able to wink in and out behind dark clouds in the sky. The half moon shone down onto the beach and over the resort. Stunna returned and wrapped his hands around your waist, leaning against you.Â
He grabbed the cup from your hands and finished the rest. He kissed his way along your exposed neck, sending shivers down your spine. You sighed and relaxed into him. He made no move to do anything else, no roaming hands or nasty words.Â
âYou are so gorgeous,â he said.
You turned in his arms and faced him. âIâm done talking. Kiss me,â you said.
He grinned, flashing those damn golds that have been driving you crazy all night. âYou sure?â
You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him closer before you lost your nerve. You finally tasted him, tasted the bite of Hennessy on his lips. His lips were warm and wet and his tongue dived into your mouth. You moaned as he explored, running his tongue along yours and along your teeth.Â
Stunnaâs hands gripped your arms and moved lower, cupping your ass and squeezing tight. You growled from how good it felt. How wonderful it felt to be in his arms. Stunna hissed in between his kisses, like you were both on fire but he was willing to risk kissing you through the flames.
Your back was against the railing and he pushed into you, rubbing his erection against your tummy. You moaned.Â
âKeep moaning like that and I wonât be able to control myself,â he said against your lips. You opened your eyes to look at him.Â
âDonât control yourself,â you said.Â
He laughed and licked his lips. He sat down in the closest chair and pulled you into his lap. You straddled him, wobbling a bit since his stance was so wide. Your legs draped on the outside of his and he spread his legs so that he could spread you wider.Â
His hands searched under your dress so that he could cup your ass directly. Dig those skillful fingers into the meat of your ass. He spanked one cheek and you jerked in his lap, your pussy rubbing against the fabric of his jeans.Â
He growled, fingers seeking your wet heat. When he found your clit, he had no mercy. He began to run his thumb around the sensitive nub. You scooted higher on his lap, needing the friction of his jeans to help speed your arousal along. Not that you really needed it. You were already dripping for him.Â
âMm, so wet. You always sit your pretty ass on strangers and let them finger your pussy?â He asked around kissing you.Â
âN-No,â you moaned.Â
He suckled on your bottom lip and your pussy throbbed. He was working some type of magic between your legs. Some type of spell that threatened to rip you into pieces.Â
âNo? You telling me that this is all for me?â He asked. âI get to be the one to play with you?âÂ
âYess,â you sighed against his lips.Â
âThen I should feel special that youâre soaking my fingers already and Iâve yet to feel you?âÂ
âShit,â you sighed. Your arms were wrapped completely around his neck, holding onto him and keeping him close.Â
He kissed your neck, licking it, while his fingers finally dipped into your entrance. You shook with a long moan, throwing your head back as pleasure rolled through you in cascading waves.Â
âNasty little girl, arenât you?â He asked.Â
âN-No,â you whined.Â
He chuckled. âYou letting me play with your pussy. And it feels so good gripping my fingers. Bad little girl,â he growled against your throat.Â
His other hand snaked up your body until he gripped your throat. Your eyes rolled to the back as he squeezed with force. He brought your head closer so that your foreheads were touching.Â
His fingers increased in pressure and he drove them into you. Effectively fucking you with his fingers. âSay youâre a bad girl,â he said.Â
Your breathing was heavy and slow, not pumping enough oxygen into your brain. Or perhaps it was him. Perhaps he was some type of demon, stealing the oxygen from your lungs as your orgasm swam to the surface.Â
You couldnât make your words work. The words stuck to the roof of your mouth like peanut butter. Your mouth moved, working double time as he stuck two fingers inside and rolled your clit with his thumb.
âSay it if you wanna cum,â he said.
âI wanna,â you whined.Â
âYou wanna what?â He asked. âShit, youâre so fucking wet. Canât wait to taste you. Do you taste as sweet as you look?âÂ
You whined and gyrated your hips. Why couldnât you say anything? Why couldnât your mouth work to speak?Â
âI wanna cum,â you finally choked out. You leaned your head back. He allowed you to do so and he kissed your neck around his fingers, dipping low to kiss your chest and just above your breasts.Â
âSay youâre a bad girl if you wanna cum,â he demanded.Â
You were close. Incredibly close. âDonât stop, donât stop,â you moaned.
âIâm waiting,â he whispered against your skin. Blowing air across your chest, around the pools of saliva he left on your skin.Â
âIâm bad. Iâm a bad girl,â you moaned.
âSo bad,â he agreed.
âSo bad. You make me feel so good,â you moaned.Â
His fingers never stopped pumping into you. Your legs squeezed his and your eyes shut as you cried with your orgasm. Stunna continued to pump his fingers as you came, cooing against your skin.Â
âSo pretty when you cum,â he said. When you were done and slumped against him, he withdrew his fingers. Shivers still wracked your body. He moaned while he suckled on his fingers, licking up your essence.
You watched him as he closed his eyes and savored your taste. You licked your lips watching him. He cleaned his fingers and gave you a wink. âYou okay?â He asked.
You shook your head. âI wanna taste you too,â you said.Â
He grinned. âGet on your knees,â he said. You slid off of his lap with a lopsided smile. The balcony floor wasnât entirely comfortable, but you were too focused on him unzipping his pants. He released himself from his pants and briefs.Â
Your eyes widened. You couldnât possibly fit the whole thing in your mouth?!Â
Stunna chuckled and moved to put his dick away but you gripped his thighs. âI said, I want to taste you too.â You glanced at him as you took him into your mouth. He gave you an impressed smirk, licking his lips at the look of you taking him deep within your mouth.
You couldnât fit all of him like you thought. But you got enough of him down. You hoped that your inexperience didnât show. Youâve sucked dicks before but he was probably used to throat goats. Used to women taking him down to the base, fondling his balls, or knowing what the fuck to do.
You only knew that you wanted to keep going. Wanted to please him. You drooled on him and released him to get some air. Using both hands, you twisted his long shaft and then suckled the head of his dick back into your mouth.
His eyes opened and closed, back bowing off of the chair, as he groaned. His hand palmed your head and pushed you down on his dick, pushing you past your limit until you choked. He eased up, but you took him how he wanted. Your saliva helped your hands twist around his dick and coat his tip.
âGahh damn. Fuckinâ nasty,â he groaned. You made a pleased sound in the back of your throat and continued to take him deeper and faster. Your sloppy, wet suckling was loud in the quiet air.Â
You slurped him, drops of precum hitting your tongue. You suckled him all down, glancing at him periodically to see the ecstasy on his face. The pleasure you were bringing him.Â
âGonna bust,â he groaned.
âWanna taste,â you said around his dick.Â
His breathing turned choppy before he tensed. You felt his orgasm travel up his shaft before he moaned, releasing his cum in your mouth. You continued to milk him for every drop you could. You swallowed him all down.Â
He pushed at your shoulders to stop, sounds escaping him that you never heard from a man. âToo good,â he panted.
You grinned. You wiped at the corners of your mouth. âYouâre dangerous,â he said.
You blinked up innocently at him. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you said.Â
His eyebrows raised and he chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. âRemember you said that,â he said.Â
He scooted the chair back and stood up, helping you to your feet. He pushed you into the room and closed the balcony door, leaving behind a tiny crack to still let in the breeze from the ocean.Â
He unzipped your dress and dropped it to the floor, sighing at the look of your body. You never felt so cherished during sex. You werenât expecting love and all that crap whenever you took someone to bed. It was more like an overwhelming itch that needed to be scratched.
After the deed, your anxiety returned with a vengeance and you were the first out of the door. No one wanted to deal with an anxious mess after getting off.Â
With Stunna, there was none of that usual nervousness or shyness holding you back. You just wanted him.Â
Your soaked panties went next. He knelt down, doing all the work of removing it. He kissed along your spine and back, the globes of your ass, and the back of your thighs. You shivered at the attention. The care with which he removed your panties.
He stood back up and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts. He eagerly grabbed them from behind and rolled your nipples between his fingers. He pulled you until you leaned back against him.
âCanât wait to get these in my mouth. I wanna be a gentleman, but fuck. I just want to break you,â he said.
A vicious tingle spread around your thighs. âI never asked you to be a gentleman,â you said.
He chuckled. âFair, but I donât wanna scare you away,â he said.Â
âIâm a big girl. I can use my words when I need to,â you said.
âYeah? Get on the bed then. Hands and knees, bad girl,â he said. He smacked your ass, hard and you did as instructed. You climbed into his bed and got on your hands and knees.Â
You were too far away however. He grabbed your hips roughly and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He gripped himself and shoved into your inviting pussy with one savage thrust. His grip on your hip prevented you from escaping. You tried to lean forward, but he held you in place.
He pressed on your back until your chest was against the bed. Your ass was high in the air, giving him total access to you. He smacked your ass.Â
âYou been talkinâ mad shit all night,â he said. He began to stroke, delivering hard and long thrusts that immediately found your G-spot.
âOh shit!â You cried out.Â
âThatâs my shit.â You heard the pleased grin in his tone. How did he find it so fast?Â
He continued to stroke, hitting your sweet spot over and over with military precision. He smacked your ass with one hand while the other kept a firm grip. âYou ainât so bold now. A little dick shuts you up?â He asked.Â
You couldnât speak. He was slamming into you so hard, just the way you always dreamt of. It brought tears to your eyes. Most guys were afraid to be rough. Afraid of catching a case once you asked them to go a little deeper or stroke a little harder.Â
Not Stunna. He drove into you, seeking something you couldnât name. It didnât take long before you were convulsing, shaking on his dick.Â
âTalk to me, then. Say somethinâ else,â he said.
âAchgg,â you moaned, eyes rolling.Â
Stunna continued to work himself inside of you. His dick speared you. Nearly split you in half. You bounced back on his dick, giving as much as you got.Â
âFuck,â he moaned. âDonât let me stand in your way. You take what you need from me,â he said.Â
Wet, smacking noises filled the room. The sound of your combined fucking pushed another orgasm to the surface. Your ass clapped on his thighs. Your screams were sure to draw the attention of his neighbors.Â
He leaned forward and wrapped his hands around your throat. âFuuh,â you moaned.
Both of you matched each otherâs intensity. He pulled you by your throat to swallow every long inch of him. Your desperate thrusts sounded like thunder against his skin.Â
âGoh, goh, fuh,â you chanted in rapid succession.Â
âSo good, so good. Pussy feel so good. You were made to take this dick, werenât you? You were made for it,â he groaned.Â
Your hands feebly held onto the bed in front of you but there was no use. This was so intense and passionate that your orgasm crushed you into a tiny ball and flung you into a tornado. You screamed until you were hoarse. Drool leaked out of your mouth with your whiny cries.Â
Stunna continued to hold your throat and pound, chasing his own climax. âGreedy ass. Fuck, you take me so well,â he groaned.Â
You were shaking as you rode out your orgasm. As soon as you ended, he began. He flooded your pussy with his cum, roaring like an animal as he climaxed. Your body twitched and spasmed on his dick. His dick hit something deep inside, too deep to know what. But it hit a natural reset.Â
Stunna let go of your throat and held onto your hips to keep from falling on top of you. You both panted, harsh breaths filling the room. You sniffled as you recovered, brain quiet for once.Â
Stunna slipped out of you and he leaned back to watch his cum slip out. He panted and his breaths fell across your ass and pussy.Â
âFuck,â he said.Â
You agreed. You never felt something like that before. Possessed. Owned. It was a feeling you would spend your entire life trying to find again. Would you be able to?Â
Both of you were too wobbly to move. As if with your dual climaxes, you had entered a new plane of existence. Being back in the real world sucked. It seemed foreign. You were changed by the experience so why hadnât the world changed?Â
Stunna left to go to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. You cried at the sensation. âShh, shh, I got you,â he said.
The rough fucking was everything you needed but you were fucking sore. You ached. It felt too damn good for you to complain though. He gently cleaned you up, wiping you down and wiping off some of the sweat.Â
You curled up into a ball, trying to will yourself to move. To get dressed and make your escape. You felt like the sex police would descend from the ceiling and arrest you for upsetting the natural law of the universe.Â
You couldnât move. You felt too raw, too exposed. You focused on your breathing, on drawing air in and then out. Stunna returned from the bathroom and you cringed at the picture you must make.
âIâll leave just as soon as my legs work,â you mumbled.Â
Stunna chuckled. âCan you stay?â He sat on the bed in front of you. You were too afraid to look in his eyes. You didnât know if you were over exaggerating the moment. You wouldnât be able to bear it if you felt like your world tilted on its axis while it was just Friday night to him.Â
Stunna laid down on the bed and lifted your chin with his fingers. âPlease, stay,â he whispered.
His eyes swirled with emotion. As if the moment you left, this would all disappear from memory. Until he wasnât sure if he dreamt this or it was real. It only mirrored what you were feeling so you nodded and he grinned. âWhat you need?âÂ
For your skin to feel like it wasn't going to slough off the moment you unfurled. You looked at him with wide eyes. He nodded as if he understood the turmoil inside of you. He stood up and then came around to lay behind you. His hands came around your arms and knees, pulling you into the heat of his body.
You sighed. Exactly what you needed. He pulled the covers over you, wrapping you in a tiny cocoon of heat. You drifted off to the sound of his quiet breathing. The last thing you felt was a tiny kiss behind your ear.Â
In the morning, you yawned and stretched. Stunna was asleep next to you. Somehow, you were laying properly in the bed, head on a pillow and his hand draped across your tummy. You watched him in the early morning light.Â
This was dangerous. Ludicrous. It was crazy to feel this type of connection with someone else. Someone so obviously built for you yet it couldnât last. Tomorrow you were flying back home. On Monday, it was back to classes.Â
After taking a peek at the edge of the universe, how did you go back to normal? How did you carry on and keep this in your memory bank?Â
You had to get out. You lifted his hand to scoot away from him. Away from the oppressive heat that made sweat pool behind your knees.Â
Stunna groaned and sniffed, pulling you back against his side. âWhere you think you going?â He asked.Â
You giggled. âBack to my suite,â you said.Â
âYou was gonna sneak out? Thatâs cold,â he said. His deep voice was rough from sleep and it made your pussy flutter. Really? After all that last night, she was still ready to go?!
âSneak is such an ugly word.â You sighed as he finally cracked one eye open and looked at you.
âAt least let me get you breakfast. You can get changed and meet me right back here,â he said.
You laughed. âWhat if I have plans?â You asked.
âYou do. With me,â he said.Â
You shook your head. âYouâre crazy.âÂ
He grabbed your hand and linked your fingers together. Your hands were perfect against each other, skin tones perfectly aligned.Â
âPlease? Text your friends and tell them youâre safe. When do you leave?â He asked.
âTomorrow,â you said.
âSee? Give me one last day until we can figure out when weâll see each other again.âÂ
You sighed. You couldnât say no to that face. Those eyes. You bit your lip and nodded. He grinned, peppering you with kisses all over your face.Â
He ordered room service and ate you out before it came up. He moaned and suckled while he did so, grinding his hips into the bed like he wanted to bury his face into your pussy forever.Â
When the food arrived, you talked and ate and laughed, sharing more details about yourself but not personal information like the fact that you were in school or where he was working. You talked through safe subjects but all the information you gathered about him, you held it close to your heart.Â
Each passing moment spent with him carved out a section of your heart and replaced it with a gorgeous, sexy man named Stunna. You did make it back to your room where your friends gushed over your night. You still had no words but you squealed while you showered and begged their forgiveness while you planned to spend the day with Stunna.Â
They encouraged you, admitting that in a move that surprised no one, they found their way to their own flavor of the day. They agreed to come back to the room at a decent hour to pack away their shit and figure out their flight.Â
You spent the rest of the day with Stunna, outside of his suite, walking around the resort. It had a small gambling area where he tried to show you how to play poker. He was a very sweet teacher, but you couldnât make heads nor tails of the rules. You were more of a spades player, but good luck finding that shit here.Â
You shared desserts and walked along the beach, sitting in the sand in between his legs and talking some more. Stunna stole kisses throughout the day, unwilling to leave your lips for the second it took to breathe and join back together.Â
As night fell, you ate dinner with him and found your way back to his room where you slowly peeled each otherâs clothes off. Where you feasted your eyes on his skin. Gasped as he entered you once more and you gave each other untold amounts of pleasure.
Where he held you like he loved you but fucked you like you stole something from him. You came, looking into his molten brown eyes, nuzzling your cheek against the stubble on his chin. He came with your legs pinned to the mattress and his dick threatening to fuck you into the mattress, the floor, and the next floor down.Â
You kissed and cuddled while you talked about talking to him every day. He entered you again while you were stubborn, saying you might be busy.Â
âNaw, this shit belong to me now,â he said while he thrusted into you for theâŚthird time that night? Fourth? Who kept count while his delicious dick was inside you and you felt whole again? Complete.Â
âIt belongs to me,â you said.
He grinned and bit your nipple, then licked away the sting. He continued to nibble across delicate skin, moaning when he found your other nipple and tugged with his teeth. You hissed and your back curved, giving him all the access he wanted.Â
âDo we have a problem?â He asked.
âDo we?â You countered.
He grinned and then slipped out of you, only to hike one of your legs up in the air. He reentered you from the side, slamming into you until you were crying and shaking on his dick, screaming out his name.Â
âStay talkinâ shit,â he groaned as he filled you up once more.
Saying goodbye to him was the hardest shit you ever had to do. It was like you both knew that even with talking every day, it wasnât the same. It wasnât the same as lying next to him and feeling him take up space in the room, in your heart, in your pussy.Â
He kept tugging you back for one more kiss, asking if he could walk you to your room. You were blinking back tears. You didnât want to leave him. But you couldnât stay either. Both of you had places to be, lives to get back to.Â
He leaned in the doorframe, holding your hand and not letting you leave. You smiled. âStunna, you have to let go.âÂ
âIâon want to,â he said.
âItâs not forever,â you said, trying to sound hopeful. Your words only sounded sad. He sighed and rubbed his head on his arm.Â
âI know. I know.âÂ
He pulled you close to him, capturing your lips with a devastating kiss. You licked his lips, committing the taste and smell of him to memory. âNot forever,â he said.
âNot forever.âÂ
You turned and snatched your hand. If you didnât, you wouldnât have the strength to leave. A cold numbness seeped into your bones as you made the trek to your suite. Stella and Angela commented on how melancholy you seemed.
How could you explain it? That you possibly found your soulmate in Punta Cana and had to leave him here? To be happy with texts and phone calls? Poor substitutes to hugging him, cuddling him, kissing him, fucking him?Â
You told them that you were all fucked out to explain it now. Ask you in a week. When your heart wasnât broken and the pain was less intense. Less potent.Â
They left you alone to wallow while you all packed up your things and souvenirs. The ride back home was uneventful. You werenât up to the usual plane shenanigans of talking and comparing in-flight meals. You didnât feel like eating at all.Â
You texted Stunna that you arrived safely and even spoke to him on the phone. But it only hurt worse. âCâmon, we said not forever,â he said.Â
The bastard was right though. Hearing his voice in your ear helped but it wasnât the same.
âNot forever. I just want you here,â you said.
âI know. We did a few things backward, but when weâre comfortable, weâll arrange something,â he said.Â
You talked until you absolutely had to go to sleep to get ready for class. Luckily, your first class of the day was in the afternoon. You had a chance to recover from the plane ride and time difference.
Everything was dull. The California sun was dull. The campus was boring. Students felt like aliens to you, playing and existing in a world that ended for you back in Punta Cana in Stunnaâs arms.Â
You sighed, not for the hundredth time, as you dragged your carcass across campus and to your class. Settling into your literature class, you didnât share this with Stella and Angela. You were left to look out of the window, mind far, far away.
Your pen tapped on the desk, picturing that accidental bump into Stunna over and over again. Act of fate? Accident? How could you meet the love of your life only for you to be ripped away from him and planted back into your normal life like nothing was wrong?Â
The door opened and you assumed your teacher came through. Whatever.
âSorry, Iâm late. Not used to the campus yet.â
Your head whipped around and there he was. Stunna stood at the front of the class wearing a deep brown sweater over chocolate colored pants. The sleeves were rolled up revealing his smooth forearms.Â
He wrote his name on the whiteboard and your heart seized in your chest. Panic made your heart pound against your rib cage, practically screaming to be let out. You sunk in your seat. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.
Stunna turned around and smiled at the class. When his eyes found yours, his jaw dropped and he stared. He stared and stared and you didnât know what he was thinking or what he was going to do.
He cleared his throat and smiled at the class, introducing his real name. Not that you thought Stunna was his real name, but it was the name he usually went by. His eyes kept returning to yours.
YouâŚslept with your college professor. Your life was over. Ruined. How the hell could you fall in love with your professor? And what the hell were you going to do now?
The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 2 | Part 3
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paper rings
idol : han jisung // stray kids song : paper rings - taylor swift warnings : none word count : 454
you never expected to fall for jisung, especially with you being friends since as long as you can remember. you also never expected jisung to have loved you since you were kids, watching you experience everything he wanted with you.
you always thought he was joking when he would make little rings out the paper straws and say he was gonna marry you.
but here you are dressed up in a white wedding gown staring back at yourself in the mirror. you weren't getting cold feet, you were just feeling like something was missing.
stepping off the block, hearing a tsk from your bridesmaid you rummage through your suitcase.
"hey are you okay? what are you looking for?" sana asked, crouching down watching you pull out a small jewelry box.
bringing it close to your chest, you breathe out a sigh, standing up gathering some of your dress and run out the bridal suite.
"what the fuck, we have a runaway bride." you hear one of the bridesmaids shout out as sana runs after you.
"i need to go see jisung." you shout out hoping she could hear. sana halts letting you run off to your soon to be.
you ran straight to the groom's suite, banging on the door watching as minho opens up.
"woah, you look beautiful. oh yeah he is gonna cry when he sees you." minho says closing the door so no one can see you on the other side.
"thank you, but i need to talk to jisung. it's important."
"uhh let me see if he wants to see you, you know he wants to be surprised." minho softly shuts the door and a second later a closed eye jisung swings open the door hands out looking for you.
"baby, what's wrong? are you okay? you aren't leaving me right." jisung rambles on reaching out grabbing onto your shoulders softly rubbing.
"no ji, i know it's a crazy request but lets get married with these." you grab his hands gently placing the box onto them. spinning him around so he can see what is in it.
"paper rings? you kept them?" jisung says, digging through the little pile of paper straw rings he would make you for years.
"of course i kept them, you made them for me."
"what about our real rings we got?" you hear him sniffle out. jisung wanted to turn around and see you, he wanted to see you oh so desperately, but he wanted to see you when you walked down the aisle. it's what he always wanted.
"jisung i always said yes when you placed the paper ring on my finger, what's once more? if it's from you i will always say yes."Â
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OKAY so I am re-listening to "Death and The Queen" again and I am having Thoughtsâ˘.
I can't find any info about when this drama takes place continuity-wise, but my personal placement would be after "Planet of The Ood" (4x3) and before "The Sontaran Stratagem" (4x4) because 4x4-4x6 take place directly following each other with Donna stating at the end of 4x6 that she plans to travel with the Doctor forever. Donna's determination to continue traveling w him is in keeping with the conclusion of Death and The Queen, where she comes to the decision that the Doctor IS her "happily ever after," as it were. Placing the drama after "Fires of Pompeii" and "Planet of The Ood" also makes sense with Donna's desire in the audio drama to have a break from "the extraordinary" of traveling with the Doctor (specifically, horrific death and destruction,) which adds understandable context to her seemingly being so willing to leave the Doctor after searching for him for so long.
 (Don't talk to me about the ending of Forest of The Dead. It's unlikely Donna would have left the Doctor even if she found Lee. Donna's desire to confirm whether Lee was real could be easily contextualized by her wanting to know how much of her experiences inside CAL were a fabrication, and what the supposed "perfect husband" persona would have said about her if it was drawn from her own mind. Also it was written by Moffatt so it shouldn't count anyway.)
ANyway, what I actually wanted to talk about. Notably, considerable emphasis is placed on Donna enjoying her role as Queen and especially caring for her subjects and having power to help people. A greater amount of text is dedicated to her talking about how as Queen she can care for her subjects than her love for Rudolph, even before the reveal that he is human(?) trash. Her attachment to the role of Queen that marrying Rudolph will grant her is established to be largely based upon her passion for helping people rather than luxuries associated with rank, especially in view of the montage of how royal life on Gorotainia is not as glamorous as she hoped but is still enthralled by being Queen. Later in the story, when danger has appeared, her main role in the story is sacrificing and taking the lead to protect her subjects.
Notably, when things start going downhill and Rudolph starts talking to her about the difficult choices that he must make as royalty she comments that Rudolph is âjust like HIMâ (the Doctor) and that she went with Rudolph to escape these darker aspects of her travels with the Doctor, specifically the hard choices that go with the role the Doctor plays in the universe (while she doesnât connect these concepts directly, these two statements are placed very close to one another textually.)
Only when her relationship with Rudolph and role as Queen seems like it will involve some of the same dark choices that her travels with Doctor did does Donna decide she doesnât want to be involved anymore, which is quickly reversed when she finds out she needs to become Queen in order to protect her people. (I love Donna. In case you canât tell.)
The narrative has established that a large part of Donnaâs attachment to her relationship with Rudolph is potential authority to help and guide people, and that her main interest in pursuing a life with Rudolph rather than her travels with the Doctor was her perception that her role as Queen of Gorotainia would not involve the same death and destruction she has seen with the Doctor. Perfectly understandable after experiencing something like Pompeii.
Donnaâs compassion and empathy have been essential components of her character since her introduction, with her wanting to protect the Doctor despite being irritated with him and feeling sorrow for the children of a Rancoss that wanted her to be eaten in âThe Runaway Brideâ, her taking the time to mention Stacy in âPartners In Crime,â and literally everything in âFires of Pompeiiâ and âPlanet of The Oodâ. Donna has always taken the time and the energy to think of others and work to protect them, even this early in her run. In view of how deeply she feels the pain of others, it is understandable that she would find the idea of a world where she could help others from a position of power without all of the death and chaos and destruction appealing, and her outrage at Rudolph for once again putting her in a position where she has to witness (and potentially be responsible for) terrible things happening to innocent people is believable. He proves that being a Gorotainian royal is like being the Last of The Time Lords. On a smaller scale, sure, but still.Â
So the text (and Donna) have set up the idea of Rudolph being similar to the Doctor in role, so what is the difference? Rudolph doesnât much care about people. He is willing to sacrifice his own people quite coldly.
The Doctor does care about people. How good of a person he is, or how good of a job he does caring for people is up for debate, but he cares.
Which all leads me to this quote from âBeautiful Chaos,â that I cannot believe is cannon and real and published.
Why does Donna love the Doctor?
"I wish you could see what I see. We've been to places, to worlds, to futures and pasts you could only dream about. I think half of them I dreamed up because they can't be real. But they are. And everywhere we go, we make a difference. We put things right, we make people happier. That's what the Doctor is all about. He finds a way for the universe to make sense. And I love him for it.â
Donna Noble wants to make a difference. No matter where she goes, she cannot escape the death and pain and suffering and chaos and nonsense that is the universe, and she canât help but want to help. And right there beside her, the Doctor is working to put things right too. And she loves him for it.
We have this entire drama dedicated to Donna wanting to make a difference, while also escaping the darkness of the universe, and she learns she canât. There are no happily ever afters.
Except with the Doctor.
I have so many feelings guys.
#tendonna#ten/donna#feel free to interpret this as platonic if u want but this is why I love them as a couple okay#they are whole independent people who learn that if they stand together they don't have to carry the whole world on their shoulders#they understand each other and they have goals that are fundamentally compatible#how is that not sexy#ten x donna#doctor/donna#doctor x donna#donna noble#this is a Donna Noble Stan blog#tenth doctor#big finish doctor who#death and the queen#doctor who#not me being afraid my old English lit teacher will find my tumblr and give me notes on this#1K word essay lets go lads#dw meta#THE TENDONNA THESIS LIVES#I AM FERAL FOR THEM#GRASPS UR SHOULDERS AND SHAKES VIOLENTLY âTHE POTENTIAL!!!!!â#okay so maybe Rudolph kinda cares but he has the spine of a wet noodle#not sure if any Rudolph stans are hiding out here tho#not gonna bash any other ships here but#is this not substantive??? Is this not compelling???
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NO SLEEP TILL - a runaway eddie au
summary sticking around town after the queen of hawkins high dies in your trailer is a fool's game. anyone could tell you that. but eddie munson's making a point of it; shaving off the excess. a canon divergent season 4 runaway eddie au with elements from flight of icarus. word count 1.1k warnings none, only that this is mostly an experiment.
Can you shut up and tell the story already?
It starts with a shedding.Â
A snip, snip, snip and all recognition falling away under the dinge of a green-lit gas station bathroom. The acrid smell of piss burns through the stall, the kind thatâs baked in and gets curdled by the heat. No bleach can cut through it. The ghosts of moreân three shakes and youâre playinâ with yourself rise when it gets above a certain temperature.
And itâs hot. Uncharacteristically so, for spring break.Â
Snip. The last curling rat tail falls to the floor and he releases his breath. He hadnât even realized heâd been holding it.Â
Looking at himself, shorn, his eyes water. Not from the smell.Â
He cranes his neck to the left, to the right. Tufts of hair stick up from his skull like heâs just shoved a fork into a socket.Â
He wishes heâd thought of that instead. But.
A sound chokes up the column of his throat as he grips the sinkâs edge, ringed fingers slipping on grime. He allows himself to the count of ten.Â
âTo the count of ten, and then we dust ourselves off and get back at âem!â His motherâs voice. Embedded in the recesses of his brain, this high rasp heâs never stopped harkening back to. Itâs almost fourteen years since heâs last heard it. âThereâs always a good reason to keep going.â
True. Thereâs always a reason to keep going; it doesnât even have to be good.
He doesnât have time to get all vitriolic about whatâs been snatched from him. Not yet, anyhow.Â
Heâs still all hot with panic, even though itâs been hours since he left the trailer park. Gained a little clarity since then.Â
Not much, but enough to shoplift a pair of scissors.
He tosses the hair in the sink into the maw of the shitcaked cistern and tears open a pack of disposable razors with his teeth.Â
â
The red line he draws on the map squiggles up and shoulders out. A straight shot from where he sits across the state of Pennsylvania to New York City, a bullet out the nose of a rifle. He intends to make it there just as fast.Â
He couldn't sleep if he wanted to.Â
Every time his eyes fall shut, itâs a clear vision of her. Suspended in midair, sneakers hovering above the stained rug of the trailer. The lights flipping out, making him wonder if he wasnât tripping out. The snap of her jaw to a crude angle, one that it canât come back from.Â
He wasnât tripping out. He knows what he saw. Her skull impacted on itself. The sound of her tongue squelching as she choked on it.Â
Like something was inside her. Tearing her apart.
He knows what he saw.
Doesnât he?
Eddie groans as his stomach lurches. His hands tighten on the wheel. He canât afford to spit up any more bile, not tonight.Â
No time. No sleep.Â
A crumpled envelope sits on the dashboard of the van.Â
A letter he never responded to, because itâs easier to forget people when theyâre not right there, bumming rides from you.Â
A return address in Brooklyn.Â
â
The moment the phone rings, she knows something is wrong. It gets yanked up in her gut, some feeling sheâs tried to stamp down because sheâs a grown up now and she canât be caught mourning sandbox shit.Â
The competitive pace of her life doesnât allow for it. She doesnât have room in her schedule for homesickness like that. Canât cram it in between classes and looking for an internship at a law firm that can overlook her humble beginnings.Â
This marks the second year sheâs been away from home for spring break. It was harder to fill the gap the first time around, and to talk her grandmother down, but she made good use of being a country mouse in the big city. Found some bars and libraries and bookstores sheâs kept as favorites.Â
Tried not to think about how she was so bummed out that she was forced to enjoy them alone. And failed.Â
She wrote a letter, a long one, in a dinky dyke bar on St Markâs Place which was all strung up with Christmas lights. Sheâd obviously flinched when she heard it called a âdyke barâ--so open and proud like that. It wasnât like when people flung the d-word around where she was from. It wasnât derogatory; just a descriptor. Toothless, in the mouth of a chick with a shorn head that had told her so. Almost friendly. She told her that her name was Tina, too.Â
âI knew a Tina,â sheâd nervously said, plucking at the label of her beer bottle, âShe was captain of the cheerleading squad. At my high school.â
Tina sniffed a laugh. âYouâre a long way from home, ainât ya?â
About a ten hour drive.Â
She got an impulse to write after two Mai Tais and another beer and a half. Dug a copy of The Dark Tower out of her backpack and started tearing out the flyleaves.
Tina let her borrow a pen and she scrawled and scrawled away in that half-light, letter becoming more illegible the drunker she got.Â
She remembered that sheâd written this, in closingâ
âIn closing, I think youâre a fucking piece of shit stubborn asshole. A naive moron whoâd step on his own uncleâs neck for an opportunity that looked shiny enough. Fuck you, and fuck California, and I canât believe youâd fucking do this to me after everything and not even call or anything. I think youâre just like your dad.Â
If you ever need a place to stay, you canât come here.
But if you show up, thereâs nothing I can do about it, I guess.â
Weeks later, gripping onto a pole on a crowded subway train, she got a chill down the spine that she was sure meant the letter had made it to Indiana.Â
He never wrote back. Probably for the better.Â
The same chill pulls in her gut when the phone trills at 6:30 in the morning. The phantom umbilical cord.Â
Sheâs up, because sheâs become all regimented now. Riding on a scholarship will do that to you.Â
She picks up the slippery seashell pink handset so as not to wake her roommates, because they hate her enough already.Â
Though, she really nearly doesnât. Because sheâs scared.
Silence on the line.
âWhat happened?â
âRonnieâŚâ
âWayne? What happened?â
âHeâs gone.â
Her whole throat constricts, her body fighting against whatever those words mean. Thoughts start running at hyperspeedâ absolutely not, thereâs no way, no possible way, I would know. I would know. Itâs not that.Â
âWhaddayou mean, gone?â
âCanât find him anywhere.â The beat Wayne leaves makes her realize thereâs cold sweat icing her brow. âBut I found something else. Something bad.â
Not gone as in dead. Gone as in missing.
â
REBLOGS AND COMMENTS KEEP THE FIC ALIVE. lmk if you enjoyed this because i may continue to write it extremely non-linearly! as an exercise in examining friendships, paranoia and hanging out with eddie and ronnie.
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A Fresh Start [4]
Din Djarin x F!Reader
Warnings: use of fake name, readerâs on the run, grogu is a menace
Word Count: 3,160
Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night,  you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a  far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be  exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more  and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly  head you find that perhaps peace wasnât meant for everyone.
Ch. #04: MAYFELD DIDNâT MEAN TO STEP ON HIM
Chapter Summary: As acting Deputy for the day, you keep the city safe by watching the Marshal crawl out of a hole in the wall.
   âTaking time to do nothing often brings everything into perspective.â â¤Doe Zantamata Â
 This was the first time you had ever walked the city streets with Mando, you realized. Up until now, youâd explore the sights of Nevarro with Grogu or Nima, and itâd be during his work hours. Nobody seemed caught off guard by the silver beskar warrior, which made sense considering this was his city, but it was still odd that all the attention drifting your way was to greet the man beside you eagerly. Mando always returned the greetings with a simple nod of his head.  Walking beside him, you felt weirdly safe. Not that you didnât feel safe walking these streets alone, but being side by side with a Mandalorian brought a sense of confidence. You doubted there was a soul in the universe who would willingly start a fight up with the man beside you.
 Both of you walked a step behind Groguâs pram. He was mumbling to himself while playing with the stuffed, blue frog. Around all of you, the street was decorated with bright flowers and banners. Each side was lined with various stalls selling every kind of item you could think of and from the looks of it the stalls went all the way up the street to the plaza in front of the Magistrate building.
 âDoes this happen every weekend?â You asked.
 âNot every weekend. Just once a month. Karga is trying to increase that though.â
 You continued to gaze around, waving at the vendors who waved at you, âWhere I lived in the city, we had a marketplace this size that stuck around all the time, but it wasnât as fun as this. In fact, Iâd describe it less as cute and cheery, and more dangerous and shady.â You glanced toward Mando. âIâm pretty sure someone got mugged there daily.â
 âDid you live there alone?â Mando asked.
 âMhmm. I have some family in Naboo still, but I lived alone on Coruscant. Tatooine too.â
 âMos Espa, right?â You nodded in response. Mando continued. âThatâs quite the change. What took you to Tatooine in the first place?â
 One of the last patients you treated had told you about Tatooine. He said Mos Espa was a desert hell scape that lowlifes and runaways called home because they belonged to no other world in the universe. Needless to say, he hadnât been a fan and he had a scud experience there. It hadnât been a revolutionary conversation, but for some reason it stuck in your brain. So, when your life spiraled out of control, and you decided to make a run for it, that was where you went.
 You were a lowlife and a runaway, and you didnât belong anywhere anymore.
 âA friend told me it was a fun place to live.â You shrugged.
 Mando shook his head, âIâm not sure that person should be called a friend if they sent you to that corner of the universe.â
 âBright eyes!â The sudden new voice startled you. Grogu dropped his stuffed toy at the sound and immediately lifted his arms. Seconds later, an older woman with bushy, curly hair stormed up with an ankle tall, one eyed droid stumbling around her ankles. Her face was decorated with a wide grin as she spoke directly to the child. âOh, how Iâve missed you!â She scooped him up. âYour father has been keeping you from me.â
 âYou were literally the one who suggested I hire someone to watch him.â Mando sighed.
 âDonât you start with those excuses, tin man.â She snapped.
 Mando motioned to the woman. âThis is Peli. Peli, this is Soran.â
 âOh!â Your eyes widened, recognizing the name, âItâs nice to meet you. Nima has told me so much about you. She idolizes you.â
 Peli bounced Grogu on her hip. âSheâs a good kid. Just donât tell her I told you that.â It seemed like Nima hadnât exaggerated in any of the stories she told you. âNow, Iâm taking the kid.â Peli lightly kicked the droid. âGet the pram!â
 Without another word, you watched as the woman walked away with Grogu and her droid dragged the pram beside her. You turned your head to look up at Mando who was shaking his head. âUm, I think your child was just kidnapped.â
 âFighting Peli isnât worth the energy.â
 Music wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of food and sweets, and the crowd drifted around the both of you. Mando and you were just standing in the middle of the street now⤠childless. Before, you at least had Grogu with you, but now you were alone with him. No adorable babbling to break up the awkward silences. Mando suddenly began to walk once more, and your eyes momentarily widened before keeping up with him.
 âCan I ask you something probably considered personal?â You blurted. Mando glanced at you briefly before nodding. âDid you really used to be a bounty hunter?â His steps faltered and he did a double take toward you. Nervously, you held your hands up in surrender. âSorry.â
 âNo, no. Iâm not upset.â Mando replied. âI just⌠It caught me off guard. I thought everyone already knew that.â
 âOh,â You grinned, âWell, Nima did tell me you were, but Nima tells me a lot of things. Only 60% ends up being true.â Mando let out a soft chuckle and nod. âSo, thatâs a yes then?â
 âYes, I was.â
 âWhyâd you stop?â
 âThis job, I suppose.â Mando shrugged. The two of you paused so a set of people could carry armfuls of boxes across the path. âI was still taking bounties with Grogu at one time, to afford fuel and supplies, but I havenât picked up a bounty since settling here.â
 You nodded. The moment the path cleared you both began walking again. A woman held out an arm draped in thick scarves she was selling, and you politely shook your head and stepped past her. You cleared your throat. âI have another personal questionâ¤â
 âYou can ask anything you want, cyarâika.â Mando interrupted you. You didnât recognize the word at the end of his sentence. Though the accent made you believe it to be Mandoâa. The tone he held conveyed a friendly air that settled any remaining nerves you had at the moment. Your lips curled up in a broad smile at him. Mando stiffly rolled his shoulders with a muted cough. âGo on.â
 âHow did you and Grogu meet?â You asked. âI know you adopted him, obviously, but was it at birth orâŚâ
 Mando tilted his head with a light huff. âHe was a quarry actually. I was hired to pick him up and deliver him to a man here in Nevarro.â His words made you wonder what meeting that version of Mando would be like. âWhile bringing him here, he saved my life.â
 âAw, so you never turned him in?â
 âNo, I did.â
 âOh.â You blurted in surprise. âHuh.â
 Mando paused at the edge of the street and you did the same. You had reached the mouth of the plaza where a band stood off to the side playing music as the townspeople shopped at the vendors perched around the circular space.
 âBut I did come back for him.â Mando finished. âI shouldâve never left him in the first place. It was a mistake.â
 âIt sounds like you more than redeemed yourself.â You replied. He turned his head to stare at you, and this time you stared back in hopes that you could gauge something through the black glass of his visor. He was better at holding your gaze though because it only took seconds before you had to glance away. âItâs just obvious Grogu loves you like crazy, and heâs a great kid which is a testament to the guy raising him.â
 âThank you.â Mando hummed. The two of you stood side by side in silence, but this one wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, and you could just enjoy the bubble of laughter, music, and chatter that surrounded you. Mando motioned across the plaza and you followed his hand to where a dark skinned man in elegant red and gold robes stood speaking to a few others. âHave you met Karga yet?â
 âHigh Magistrate Karga? The guy, you know, running Nevarro?â You shook your head with a disbelieving laugh. âNo. He always seemed a bit busy for me to suddenly stop and introduce myself.â
 âCome on.â Mando chuckled. He set his hand on your upper back and led you closer to the large, busy building. If eyes hadnât been on you before when you were walking side by side with the Mandalorian, they certainly were now as you grew closer and closer to the High Magistrate. When you were a few feet away, Kargaâs eyes glanced over and his face brightened. He stepped away from the people he was speaking to so he could meet you halfway. âKarga.â
 âMando!â He greeted, holding out an arm. Mando pulled his hand away from your back to return the greeting. Kargaâs eyes drifted to you with a smile. âAnd who is this beautiful, young woman?â
 âHi, Iâm Soran. Itâs very nice to meet you, sir.â You replied.
 âPlease, no need for the formalities.â Karga laughed. âAny friend of Mandoâs is a friend of mine. I believe Iâve seen you around some. Youâre no traveler here, correct?â
 You shook your head. âNo. I moved in with Mando.â Kargaâs eyes momentarily widened and you held a hand out to clarify. âAs his nanny⤠Groguâs nanny. Iâm Groguâs nanny.â
 âAh!â Karga laughed. âI understand now. Youâre Nimaâs cousin then? Sorry for the confusion, I was expecting someone a little less human.â He glanced around. âWhere is the little guy though?â
 âPeli beat you to him.â Mando replied. He pressed a few buttons on his gauntlet.
 âDamn.â Karga shook his head with a mumbled curse. His hands drifted to his waist and his attention swiveled to focus solely on the Mandalorian beside you. âIâm actually glad I ran into you. We have a problem. The Anzellans who run the droid repair shop two streets over have some complaints.â
 Mando crossed his arms. âTodayâs my day off. Mayfeld is running point.â
 âMayfeld doesnât quite have yourâŚcharm.â Karga replied. âBesides, the Anzellans hate him after what happened last time.â
 âIt was an accident. Mayfeld didnât mean to step on him.â
 âYes, well theyâre not quite ready to let bygones be bygones.â
 âToo bad. Heâs the Deputy on shift. They either file their complaint with him or wait until tomorrow.â Mando said simply. You wondered if that meant Cara was off today too. On weekends did just one of them work?
 Peliâs voice shouting from behind you made you glance over your shoulder to see the woman rushing over with Groguâs pram beside her. Briefly, you worried something was going on with the kid, but he seemed as chipper as ever as he nibbled on a stick of meat. Peli must have bought it for him.
 âThere you are! Iâve been looking all over for you!â
 âI messaged you where we are.â Mando motioned to his gauntlet.
 âWhatever.â Peli waved his words off. âHereâs your boy back. I gotta get to the landing pad. One of the merchantsâ ships went AWOL.â Grogu lifted his half finished snack and you cooed at him in response. Peli begun to rush away once more, no further information given, but paused to glare over her shoulder at the droid that lingered by the pram. âCome on, you idiot!â
 The droid jumped in alarm before sprinting after her. You chuckled in amusement before reaching down to scoop up Grogu who had lifted one hand in request. Once settled in your arms, he held the stick of roasted meat up to your mouth to share. You took a small bite from the opposite end then thanked him profusely to which he squealed in delight.
 âPlus, now Mayfeld will be busy with whatever the kriff is going on at the landing pad.â Karga raised an eyebrow.
 Mando hesitated and his gaze drifted over to you which caught you off guard. You bounced Grogu lightly in your arms, making him giggle, then gave Mando a reassuring smile. âIf you really need to go I can keep an eye on Grogu. Weâll explore the market some more.â
 He held your gaze a second more before turning to Karga. âWhatâs the nature of the complaint?â
 âNon-violent.â The Magistrate shrugged. âThey think someoneâs been breaking in and stealing their things. Some items have been going missing. Very much a tomorrow problem, but theyâre insistent that it be solved today.â Karga held a hand over his chest. âAs an old friend, I would love for you to help me keep the best droid repair mechanics in the Outer Rim happy.â
 âFine.â Mando sighed. âWeâll go see them.â
 âYes! Thank you, Mando!â
 You raised your eyebrows in surprise, âWe?â
 Mando had one hand resting on his belt as he tilted his head toward you. There was something about his posture that screamed âsheepishâ to you. âIf you donât mind tagging along. I did want to show you around the market eventually, but I know this is a lousy day off for you.â
 You let out a small laugh, âItâd be my honor to tag along, Marshal.â The sheepish energy you initially got from him disappeared as he gave you a slight nod. You both threw back quick good-byes to the Magistrate, and you added that it had been nice to meet him before following Mando down a different street. âMe tagging along. Does this mean Iâm a Deputy today? Because if so, Iâd like a badge.â
 âIâll work on that for you.â Mando chuckled.
 On the list of things you thought youâd get to witness today, you didnât think seeing Mandoâs large frame crawl into a Anzellan garage would be one. He may have thought this was turning out to be a lousy day off, but you were truly entertained watching him sit curled up, seated with his legs crossed, while arguing with the head droid repair tech of the garage. When you all arrived to the garage, the Anzellans had insisted that the Marshal step into their office to discuss the matters at hand. Their office being a tiny crawl space that fit multiple working Anzellans with ease.
 You had been invited in as well, but it was much more fun to watch from the entrance of the garage where you knelt with Grogu.
 âI donât understand.â Mando let out an irritable sigh. âDo you speak Huttese?â
 âRansack. Ransack!â The Anzallen standing across from him groaned in a squeaky voice. He continued on in his own language before belting the word out once more. âRansack!â
 âWho? Who do you think is ransacking your garage?â Mando pressed.
 You bit down on your lips to keep back a chuckle. You glanced down to share the amusement with Grogu only to realize the little green guy had wandered off. Eyes blown with panic, the sound of his nearby cooing reassured you quickly. Grogu had stepped away from you to wander into the garage toward the pack of Anzallens. âOh no.â You hissed quietly and reached out to him. âGrogu. Come here. Your buir is working.â
 Grogu ignored you with the complacency only a toddler could have and crawled onto the table. He was only there for half a second before he wrapped his arms around the Anzellen who had been struggling to communicate with his father.
 âNo, Grogu.â You blurted as the Anzellan hollered.
 The child cuddled to the man who was about the size of his stuffed frog. At least he wasnât trying to eat him, you supposed. âNo, no, no, no, no!â The Anzellen bellowed. âNo squeezie, not squeeze! Not squeeze!â
 âGrogu. Kâolar!â Mando reached out to the kid. âSorry, heâs young.â
 âBad baby!â The Anzellan replied. You crawled into the space to grab him, but he took a step out of your reach. Mando held his arm out to keep Grogu from waddling away any farther and herded him into your direction. When he was close enough, you scooped up the green, giggling gremlin and tried to detangle his arms from around the Anzellan. When the droid repair tech broke free he hurried away, still repeating the same phrases. âOh, bad baby.â
 You had kept most of your laughter in control, but when your gaze met Mando to see him already staring at you the dam broke and a laugh slipped from your lips. Quickly, you crawled out of the garage before you could really lose control and once out you stood to let all your amusement out. Grogu joined in happily, and you bounced him in your arms.
 âNo wonder your buir calls you a womp rat.â You laughed.
 A minute later you watched the Marshal, esteemed Mandalorian, decorated in rare beskar sacred to his people and sought after over the universe, crawl out of the garage. You were leaning against the wall with his son in your arms, and the moment he was able to rise fully to his feet another laugh spluttered from your lips. Mando set his hands on his hips as he stared at you, and you shook your head. âIâm sorry, but between watching your son cuddle a droid tech and you crawl out of a hole, I didnât stand a chance at keeping a straight face.â
 âUh huh.â Mando stepped closer and held his arms out for Grogu. âI hate to break the news to you, but youâre fired as my Deputy.â
 âDrat.â You snapped your fingers with a wide grin.
 Mando turned his attention to his son, âAnd you. What have we discussed about cuddling people against their will, adâika?â Grogu made a humming noise that suspiciously sounded like âI donât knowâ. Then he held his hands up to his fatherâs helmet with his face drawn in innocence. âUh huh. Nuhâla.â
 âDid you save the day, Marshal?â You asked.
 Mando looked back up to you. âI did. No thanks to my two deputies.â You laughed. Mando kept Grogu in his arms as the two of you walked back toward the market. The pram followed behind you. âI promised them weâd add their garage to our evening route when weâre walking the city.â
 âMmm.â You held your hands behind your back and shot him a grin. âItâs nice to see Nevarroâs security in action. I feel safer already.â
 âHappy to be of service.â Mando replied with a breathy laugh.
 You reached out to tickle Groguâs belly as you walked. âSpeaking of service, Iâm still waiting for that tour, Marshal.â
 âOf course.â Mando nodded. âI think I owe you lunch now as well.â
 At the word lunch, Grogu began to babble in excitement. If any other job you worked had you technically working on your day off and specifically spending it with your employer youâd consider it an absolute nightmare. However, this day had only grown more and more enjoyable, and laughing with Mando had knocked off the last bit of awkward chill you had felt overall. Watching him crawl out of a hole had probably helped.
A/N: Do you guys want translations to the Mandoâa used? At first I wasnât going to b/c then as you read youâre just as clueless as the reader on whatâs being said, but I know personally Iâm too nosy to not know lol. Iâll give translations this time below--
Cyar'ika: darling, sweetheart
K'olar: Come here
Nuh'la: Funny
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The Former Reject Demon (Demon!Touya) (1/6)
This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.
Preciously: Demon! Katsuki Bakugou
Word Count: 1.0K+ (1/6)
A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can put in singular post. I was forced to put it into six different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.
Kind of came out like outline of events, đŹ It's essentially word vomit about this Au. It's been consuming my mind.Â
Warnings: Demon Discrimination, Blood, Violence, Manga Spoiler of Touya's powers
Demon!Touya Todoroki
His summoning wasn't what you would consider the traditional way of summoning. It would usually take place at an academy of witches to coven, where there is supervision to prevent anything from going wrong. There are a few factors involved in which his summoning should have been impossible unless two conditions were met.
A Life-and-Death summoning occurs when both the witch and the demon are on the brink of death.
When he was 14 years old, it was determined that Touya was unfit due to having such a fragile body to handle his powers. When he failed the routine medical examination that all demons have to go through at that age, He wouldn't be able to do his job effectively as a demon familiar to a witch.
The Demon Council's decision automatically disqualified him from participation and prohibited him from attending the bi-annual summoning at any of Hell's locations. He will be electrocuted if he tries to enter one of those buildings.Â
His father, who went by the name Endeavor, also supported the decision made by the council. He is also on the council along with the older demons.
It destroyed Touya even more. Endeavor has already shown his distaste for seeing him train his body to handle his power. Touya wanted to prove his worth to him. He isn't a failure.Â
He did try to hide and run away, but was eventually dragged back to be marked and cursed against his will. His body was branded by the council, which showed he was rejected in society. The branding should have prevented him from ever being summoned. His wings were clipped and cursed to prevent him from ever flying again. It is an extremely painful experience. He did fight back as much as he could. He is considered to be a baby compared to these hundreds-year-old demons. He never did return to the mansion that he grew up in, along with disappearing from the area.Â
The branding is worse than death itself. It declares him a failure as a demon within society. He is considered to be beneath even the weakest of demons. His once-prestigious status plummeted to the bottom of the food chain. His status is now lower than that of demons, with no significant power at all. The branding acts as a stamp, marking him as an outcast. A reject who failed to meet the requirements of a demon.
It impacted Touya's self-esteem greatly. His horns on his head shatter into pieces within a month, which is a clear indication of a demon's self-esteem. They were once semi-healthy and smaller than they were supposed to be.
Touya started facing the real danger outside of his privileged life. He learned pretty quickly that he was very fortunate to have been raised to not worry about what lurks in the shadows and the constant bodyguard that his father assigned to each of his children. He had to learn how to survive and defend himself, which led him to learn how to steal in order to survive in hell. It was a dog-eat-dog world.
He also learned to not be in the same area too long; otherwise, he will be taken to those hellhouses that act like havens for orphans and raise them until they are able to get out of hell. He has seen a lot of runaways get taken to those places. Depending on the area, those Hellhouses are nightmares to live in supposedly. You have to earn your bed privileges and food. Touya would much rather take his risk out in the streets than in a place where he is constantly being watched. He knows he will have it worse for being a reject at such a young age.Â
He has seen and experienced the treatment Reject Demon receives in hell. It's not pleasant. The constant looking over your shoulder. Other demons hunt reject demons just for shit and giggles. No one bats an eye to it, since reject demons are looked down upon.
Touya has never stopped training his body and power. He continued, but less frequently than he had before. He was more worried about getting the next meal one way or another than finding a place to sleep the night. He practically uses his flames in the daily basics just to defend himself from other demons. Not all demons are immune to fire.Â
However, at the age of 16, he has major burn scars throughout his arms, among the scars of claws on his body from fighting constantly to survive. He often fought with other demons around his age, especially older demons who didn't have good intentions in mind.Â
His horns have grown back smaller than their normal size, but with visible cracks on them. He has grown immune to the states due to the sad sight of his wings and the state of his body. There is no point in trying to hide his branding when his wings are a dead giveaway.Â
He never did see his face in the center of the cities on the pinboards. His father never put up a missing poster of him, which showed Touya that he didn't care about him. Unknowingly, there are demons who are taking them down because of their hatred towards the Demon Council member, Endeavor. He looked a lot different when he was 13 years old; he has visible burnt skin.Â
Touya has stolen a lot to make a living and made deals with sketchy people, which ends up backfiring on him. He was hunted down like an animal when he stole from the wrong person. It was the worst kind of demon who liked to torture and hunt demons just for the thrill of it. He did try to run as fast as he could. He didn't have functional wings to fly away, eventually being cornered at a dead end, which is how he ended up in this situation.Â
Being choked to death, despite burning the demon that was choking him against the dirt. It became apparent that the demon above him was somewhat immune to flames when the demon started laughing at him and mocking him. He couldn't breathe, but it didn't stop him from increasing the fire as he clawed at the older demon. The demon had a haunting smile on his lips and was looking down at him. The demon was clearly enjoying this, despite blood running down their skin due to his flamed, sharp nails digging into the man's face.Â
He wanted to live...Â
NEXT PART (2/6)
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Better to Forget
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,567
Main Characters: Macaque
Minor Characters: Wukong
Relationships: Macaque & Wukong, could be interpreted as Shadowpeach
Summary: Macaque is running out of time and options.
Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Angst
CW: Implications of death and suicide
Link to AO3 Version
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You'd never catch Macaque complaining about being free from the Lady Bone Demon's chains but in the months following her demise he was coming to appreciate how much her magic had been doing to keep him sane.
Although, he thought that the constant struggle to resist her, combined with an all consuming lust for revenge, had to be given credit for keeping him from truly acknowledging the horrors he had endured in the pits of hell.
Either way, he was haunted by what his soul had endured in the attempt to cleanse him of his sins. No living creature should be able to remember what torture their soul had suffered, their minds simply weren't made to comprehend it.
In the light of the day he could find ways to occupy his mind, even if on occasion that meant finding ways to drown out the memories, to numb the phantom pains, if only for a moment.
But at night, there was no such escape. In his dreams he returned to the DĂŹyĂš and, so terrible and agonising was the experience, he could almost believe his soul was being stolen away in his sleep to continue with its eternal damnation.
Nothing stopped the nightmares.
They came from his very soul and nothing he could do to his mind or body could force it to forget what had happened.
Increasingly it seemed there were only two outcomes - he went mad or he returned to the DĂŹyĂš. Although if he was being honest it was more likely he went mad and then returned to the DĂŹyĂš anyway. If his soul wasn't so vehemently against it he might have been tempted to just speed things along to their inevitable conclusion.
He couldn't say his mind and body were on board with such an idea either - after everything he had suffered through to come back to life he was just going to throw it all away? No, there had to be a way to overcome this.
Souls were reborn millions by the minute with no memory of their time without a body - there had to be a way to forget what had happened to him. It would be much easier to search for a solution though if he could manage even a moment of genuine rest, free of torment. But that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon.
His soul was in tatters, his mind was on the countdown to joining it and then god knows what would become of his body.
He needed a solution and he needed one now.
After an excruciating period of desperate searching, he found himself making a deal with a truly ancient demon. And if his soul ever did find its way back to the DĂŹyĂš then the atrocities he'd committed in order to uphold his end of the bargain all but guaranteed it would never leave. So irredeemable and dangerous would the Ten King's judge his souls to be they'd probably just destroy it on the spot.
Regardless, he now held a potential solution in his hands. Yet, despite the fear of the DĂŹyĂš and the terror of the ever encroaching madness, he still hesitated to free himself from his hellish existence.
He didn't have time to find another solution but the one he had...
All it truly amounted to was a death his soul found palatable.
The spell in his possession would reset his mind, body and soul to exactly as it had been when he first took form in this world, with no possibility of it being undone.
The Six-Eared Macaque had been born from Wukong's runaway shadow on a lunar eclipse during the worst storm Flower Fruit Mountain had ever seen before or since. He'd emerged as Wukong had - fully grown, cognizant and capable.
He could almost muster up a fond smile at the memories of he and Wukong's first meeting - the latter furious over his stolen shadow. He had refused to give it back, mocking him for losing it in the first place... Wukong had chased after him for weeks trying to retrieve it.
If he were to start again, he would not need to worry about being helpless. In fact, starting again he wouldn't know to have a worry in the world. Nothing that haunted him now would continue to do so and yet...
He wouldn't be him. He would never be him again. The Six-Eared Macaque who had started life as the shadow of the Intelligent Stone Monkey would be as good as dead.
He grappled with this knowledge even as he prepared things for his rebirth. He would give himself the best start in life, he would leave himself with not only the knowledge to survive any potential danger but also his wisdom on how to thrive in this world - to appreciate it in a way he had failed to.
Although admittedly, that "wisdom" could simply be boiled down to "For the love of the gods, don't do what I did!".
Knowing who he had once been however, he knew he would not be satisfied without answers to how he came to be in this little piece of paradise Macaque had painstakingly carved out for him. He would need to provide some level of explanation.
He also knew that no matter what he did there was a not so insignificant chance that his new self would find his way back to Wukong somehow - whether it be intentional or not. And he had to stop him from making the same mistakes.
So he wrote his memoirs carefully, painfully aware of the dangerous ego he had once wielded. He didn't want to goad himself into trying to one up him, convinced he could do better nor did he want him to think that a bit of revenge was still in order.
He tried to impress upon himself that his life would be better off spent as far away from Sun Wukong as possible but if, for whatever reason, he wanted proof of who he'd once been then he'd need look no further than Flower Fruit Mountain but he warned him not to expect a warm welcome.
Despite all he was dedicating to his new life, he grieved for his current one. Some days he had to stop himself from burning everything he was trying to gift to his new self to the ground.
He didn't want to forget, he didn't want his suffering to have amounted to nothing. And in moments of true madness he even found he didn't want to forget the happy moments that made the bad so unbearable.
As he neared closer to his rebirth he had a quiet moment where he considered if he should say goodbye. It was a hysterical thought - say goodbye to who? Wukong?
The demon that had ruined him? That had driven him to this point? The demon that had promised him forever if only he stayed by his side? That had never truly loved anyone as much as he had loved himself but had easily convinced him otherwise?
No. There was no goodbye necessary.
But he had one last errand to run before the end - he needed to steal a peach from Flower Fruit Mountain to eat when he awoke for the first time. And as he held the pilfered fruit in his hand, his traitorous ears picked up the steady heart beat and gentle breathing of Wukong fast asleep in his hut.
His mind screamed at him to leave and yet before he knew it he found himself standing beside Wukong's bed and looking at him one last time. Numbly he thought to himself that he must have finally lost his mind because, despite everything that had happened, in that moment, his heart ached with a love he'd never managed to kill.
He took a shaky breath and quietly leaned over to place a tender kiss on his forehead before resting his head against his for a moment longer.
He stood and whispered, "We'll meet again. I know myself well enough to know we will."
He left before he could do anything more foolish than he already had.
Everything was ready, he had done everything he could to give himself the best start when he began anew. All he had to do was perform the spell.
He looked at himself one last time in the mirror - glamours and clothes off - and he saw a body worn down by life. He brought a hand to his blind eye, it and all his other scars would be gone. The slate truly wiped clean.
He moved away and laid a hand on the letter he'd left for himself, skimming over even though he knew the entire thing by heart. He was stalling. But he thought he could allow himself these last moments of weakness.
Eventually he brought himself to the bed and lay down, the spell in his hand.
Perhaps he should have prepared a eulogy but it was too late now. He laughed as tears escaped his eye, "Here lies the Six-Eared Macaque... May he who rises in his wake live a better life than he did..."
He closed his eye and the spell started to hum in his hands, he managed what felt like it could have been a smile.
"Don't mess this up, kid... You've got everything to live for."
--End--
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âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠| I Love Playin' With Fire
1982, Reader was The Runaways' bassist, angst? fluffy ending? idrk!
Word Count: 1059
A/N: This is my first time writing since like, 2022. So bear with me if this sucks, LOL. I'm gonna be experimenting with different POVs, prompts, formats, etc. My requests are open though! I'll write just about anything rockstar-related, just nothing too weird. Anyways, enough yap. Enjoy!
You stared at yourself in the mirror. You sighed as you turned, viewing your outfit from another angle. Your outfit consisted of tight, black, leather pants, a white, cropped, graphic band tee, and an oversized leather jacket you had picked up somewhere over the years. You had on black, heeled boots as well. You touched up your makeup as you waited on your friend to pick you up to take you to some artist party.Â
You tried to stay involved with the music scene after you left The Runaways. No one else was really looking for a female bassist, so you just laid lowed and took on some projects where you could. You planned to start your own solo career eventually, but it was on hold now.Â
You heard your friend honk her horn outside your house and you went down to her car. You got into the passenger seat and smiled.Â
"You ready?" She asked.Â
"Of course I am."Â You replied.Â
She began to drive to more rural part of LA. You didn't know who's party it was, only that your friend said you absolutely had to go, whatever that meant. She turned the radio up and for some damn reason Cherry Bomb was playing. You smiled to yourself and looked down, reminiscing on all the memories. You hung with that band till the bitter end, even after Cherie had left. It's hard to leave your family and love.Â
Your friend parked the car on the street and turned the keys. She put them in her pocket and got out of the car as you followed suit. You heard subtle music as you approached the house. Your friend opened the door to the house, just walking in. You followed her in as she mingled with a few people. You recognized them all, you just weren't in much of a talkative mood.Â
You made your way over to the drink counter and began to pour yourself a drink. You went back over to your friend as you nursed it. She was steadily talking and you were getting bored. You excused yourself and began to wander around, seeing if any of your closer friends were in attendance.Â
That's when you spotted her. Joan fucking Jett. Your ex-bandmate, ex-lover, ex-just-about-everything. You tried to look away, but it was too late. She approached you before you could escape. Fuck. You smiled at her and she pulled you in for a side hug.Â
"How've you been, honey?" She asked with a smile.Â
"I've been fine, just fine." You cleared your throat. "I see the solo business is treating you well then?"Â
"Oh, God, It's wonderful. I'm on my own label, my own management. It's amazing. Much better than fucking Kim, man." She said and then laughed.Â
I laughed too. It was hard not to be when she looked that damn good laughing. She was in her typical attire. Leather pants, punky cut-up top, and her leather jacket. And of course, her converse shes had since '76.Â
"You havent changed one bit." You say through a smile.Â
"Oh, don't act like you have." She teased. "So, what are you doing now? Music still?
You nodded. "Picking up gigs here and there. Just trying to make it through till I get some inspiration to start another band or a solo career."
She nodded and swallowed. "How about we, uhm, move somewhere a bit more quiet?" She offered and you gladly accepted. You can't resist her, even if you wanted to. She lead you up the stairs into a bedroom. Her bedroom. And then it clicked why your bestfriend wanted you here. She knew it was Joan's party all along.Â
You set your drink on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed across from Joan. "So are we gonna talk about it or what?" You said, bluntly.Â
Joan was a little taken aback, knowing you weren't usually this straight forward. âWe need to, donât we.â She stated.Â
âYou left me high and dry. I mean, I get it, you were worried about your next gig, but I didnât deserve that. I didnât expect you to take me along, but fuck, a goodbye wouldâve been nice?â You replied, trying not to get emotional.Â
âI-I know. Iâm sorry. Itâs just I-â She shook her head. âI canât even make an excuse. It was shitty, I was stupid and scared, and I knew I couldnât be what you needed.â She admitted.Â
âYou know you could have told me that. You know I wouldâve been there for you every step of the way, Joanie.â Joanie. That dumb little nickname you had for her.Â
âI know you would have. And truthfully, I donât know why I did it. I was spiraling, the band had failed, I was hooked on drugs, I wasnât on talking terms with anyone but you and Sandy. It sucked, baby. It was scary. I thought I was done for.â
You nodded along, listening to everything she had to say. You didnât think of some of that. That band was her baby, her pride and joy. And she had to watch it crash and burn over drugs, temper tantrums, and shitty management. Not to forget about Litaâs stupid and sudden obsession with everyoneâs sexualities.Â
âI thought that to have a successful solo career I had to forget the Runaways. Forget anything that had to do with it, you know? Like I had to start completely over.â She sniffed and rubbed her nose. Thatâs when you really noticed how enlarged her pupils were and you couldnât help but shake your head.Â
âYou still hooked?â You asked and your eyes softened.Â
She stared back at you and bit her lip. âIm okay, baby.âÂ
Fuck.Â
âJoan, honey..â You started, but she cut you off by placing a finger on your lips. You looked at her and made eye contact and you felt something. She moved her finger and held eye contact. You swallowed anxiously. Joan leaned in and kissed you before you could say anything else.Â
You were taken aback but kissed her back. How could you not? You couldnât deny that you still had feelings for her. Your love for her never left, as much as you told yourself it did. Joan pulled back and looked into your eyes, her hand moving to hold your jaw gently.
âYou missed that, Hm?â âDonât pretend you didnât.â
#joan jett#joan jett x reader#joan jett and the blackhearts#the runaways#x reader#joan jett x fem!reader
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Rules
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tags: forbidden love; mentions of arranged marriage; angst; enemies to lovers
He was sitting on the armchair while reading a book. The perfect aligned hair was now messy, and he let four buttons of his shirt open, exposing his chest to the moonlight that entered the room through the window. Emanating a tranquillity that did not exist beyond those walls. It was the only moment he left all responsibilities behind.
He has so beautiful, almost looking vulnerable, but you knew all Vanserraâs were lethal like daggers. Eris was like a fallen angel right in front of your eyes.
It was rare to see Eris Vanserra without the mask of Beronâs son. During your short meetings, Eris was just a fae without titles and obligations. And so weâre you. It was all pretending, creating your own universe, like a parallel timeline where you two could stay together.
Out of that little world, he was your enemy.
You stared at him, seeing his focussed look in the book. His chest going up and down while he was breathing.
Gods, you were in love with him.
â Little Fox â Eris said almost purring that pet name he gave you, without taking his eyes from the book â I already told you to stop undressing me with your eyes while Iâm distracted.
He closed the book, putting on the small desk beside. Eris gave you a penetrating look, making you blush. He got up, walking to your direction.
â You can simply undress me if you want me. â He stopped in front of you, making you look up because of the height difference.
You approached him, embracing your arms around his neck. He smiled before leaning in to kiss you. It didnât took long for the kiss to get more desperate. Eris had his hands on your waist, squeezing it and bringing you the closer he could.
Eris showed how much he missed you, how he craved for you. How he wish that little word were expanded, turning into real life.
He left small bites on your lips before breaking the kiss, leaving both of you breathless.
â Fuck, I hate this. I hate to wait so long to be with you. I hate to pretend I fucking despise you. â Eris said, leaning his forehead on yours â Itâs turning impossible. I canât act like this with the person I love, the person I want to build a future with.
â I know, Eris â You could feel his sadness. Even if he wanted a future by his side, it was impossible when your families hated each other for centuries.
That relationship was supposed to have an expiration date. The agreement had one rule: no feelings. Just a fast experience to finally put an end at the tension between you two.
Years have passed and you still together, except it wasnât a agreement anymore. The only rule has been broken a long time ago.
Eris was the first to admit he was in love. He wanted to runaway with you, dropping all the responsibility that was thrown on his back and freeing you from yours. He had constructed a detailed plan, you just had to say yes. If you said yes Eris would make sure both of you were never seen again.
That was the first and last time you saw him beg.
Even if it hurt, even if it broke your heart into thousands of pieces, making it impossible to rebuild it again, you denied. You denied him, breaking his heart.
How could you leave your family behind? There was to many people counting on you. After all, heir expectations were created long before you were born.
That was too much to bare, seeing him slowly destroying himself because of what was supposed to be a simple agreement. You thought it would be better to stay away from him, ending everything, so you created a new rule: staying away from Eris.
Soon you found out that a rule imposed on itself could cause the worst type of pain.
That world that only existed for you two was completely shattered. You and Eris were living now in a grey world, painted with sad eyes covered by hatred looks and apology requests suffocated by public offenses. None of you could live in a reality were youâre only enemies.
After months, both of you couldnât take that distance anymore, so you broke the rule for him. Again.
You and Eris were condemned, condemned to a vortex of destruction. You knew that fake world was restricted by walls, and soon enough, he would be completely destroyed again. Permanently.
â Donât marry him â He whispered, afraid if he said that worlds out loud the engagement would turn real.
â I donât have a choice.
â Of course you do. Iâm giving you a choice right now. â He caressed your face, gently â We donât need to runaway. Just marry me.
â Eris⌠â You stepped back, chocked to hear that request â You know we canât. Our families would never approve.
â I know. But we donât need their approval if they only found out after we are married.
â Your father will never forgive you, neither my family.
â I donât care. â He said, moving away from you. The anger had dominated his face â Your family wants to give you on a platter to a stranger because of a stupid alliance. My father, on the other hand, never thought twice before torturing me, his own son. Iâm tired of pretending to be someone Iâm not. Tired of being terrorized by him.
â Thatâs insane. â You said â What we are supposed to do? Get married in secret and then face everyone after?
â I will fucking burn this entire world if I have to. I will destroy all of them, my Little Fox. I promise that to you. â His eyes were stuck in you, allowing you to see all the pain, all the suffering and despair he felt. Eris would really sacrifice everything, fight with the whole fucking world only to have you by his side.
â You understand that you want to risk losing everything? Including having a crown on your head, even after preparing your whole life to assume the throne? â You said and he laugh like it was the funniest joke â Whatâs so funny?
â Canât you understand? No crown will be as valuable as you. Iâm willing to risk everything, because if I lose you, then I'll be losing everything that matters to me. â Eris approached you again, holding your hands and looking inside your eyes â Please⌠just say yes. Say yes to me and I will destroy all their rules and impositions to which they restricted us. Say yes, my Little Fox, and I promise to love you until my last breath.
Your heart was beating so fast that it seemed it would fly from your chest at any moment. Eris was standing before you, begging to finally be accept. He waited years and would wait for centuries if necessary, but you couldnât allow him to torture himself anymore.
It was probably the biggest mistake you ever committed, starting that agreement, then loving your enemy. Possibly, a deep lapse of sanity, but you couldnât endure blindly obeying the laws imposed by your family anymore. They lived their lives, created their own wars, but now it was time for you to finally free yourself from all ties.
It was as if your lips had acquired life of its own when the three letters came out of your vocal cords to the outside word, making the walls of that little universe you made explode.
â Yes.
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Runaway Lover, Part 2
Pairing: Professor!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. ANGST. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing/mocking, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, possession kink, all consensual. Power imbalance.
Summary: After learning that Stunna is your teacher, you must drop the class. When you're unable to, you try to break things off with Stunna. Only it doesn't go so well.
Word Count: 6,067k
Part 1 | Part 3
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You wanted to throw up. You wanted to disappear. You wanted to jump out of your skin and never look back.Â
To his credit, Stunna - you refused to call him by his real name - continued on with his spiel, effectively ignoring you. The only thing you could think of was how good he felt. How good he smelled. Those sweet and filthy words he whispered in your ear while he was playing with your pussy. While he owned you. While he seemed to reach inside you and yank out your soul. He stole the damn thing back in Punta Cana and now here he was. In your city. In your school.Â
Your anxiety twisted your gut into painful knots that no amount of breathing exercises could fix. You felt as if you had a scarlet letter on your chest. Could anyone tell? Would anyone know?Â
You tried to cast your eyes around the room, but there were only the bored looks on everyoneâs faces. There were some people checking him out. You didnât blame them. The man was gorgeous. And the chocolate outfit was so sexy against his dark skin. You wished he was wearing his grills as well. That would ruin you.
You slumped in your seat and looked everywhere but at him. You needed to drop this class. You needed to escape. There was no way that you could spend the next four months staring at that piece of art and not fail the class. Or want to leap over everyone and jump his bones.
You knew what those hands could do. You knew what filthy images he could conjure with his mouth. His deep voice was sinful and you spent a glorious Saturday getting to listen to him speak, laugh, or tell jokes.Â
You couldnât do this. But fear kept you glued to your seat. You could not get up in front of everyone and walk out where everyone could see. And what would Stunna do? Ignore you? Chastise you? Tell you sit your ass back down?
There was only so much he could do without turning awareness to the fact that you knew each other already. The last thing you could afford was a scandal. Youâd end up in a newspaper somewhere. Or worse. On the news. You pictured them finding an embarrassing photo of you from the gram and blasting it nationwide.Â
The headlines would write themselves. No. You did not need that type of negativity and you were not prepared to do that to Stunna either. So you endured. You waited. You avoided looking at him but you couldnât close your ears.
You focused on breathing. You daydreamed. You did anything you could not to focus on how those pants fit his long frame. His ass looked magnificent. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to reveal his forearms.Â
His eyes caught you staring and he fumbled in his speech. He recovered quickly, going over his syllabus for the class. How it was important to show up because he was the type to challenge thinking. He wasnât going to be a stuffy professor, or at least he wouldnât try to be.Â
You heard a soft sigh to your left. You turned to the sound. There was a woman next to you with pale skin and strawberry blonde hair. She looked at Stunna as if he hung the moon.Â
You didnât blame her but there was a surge of jealousy. You wanted to tell her to look somewhere else because he was fucking taken. The realization that he did not belong to you was like a bucket of ice water down your back. You turned your attention back to Stunna as he told everyone to introduce themselves.
You fought off a groan. If possible, you would sink further into your seat. You hated when professors did this type of shit. Couldnât they get to know people some other way? In this day and age of technology, how hard was it to print pictures and names and study it like they made students study for an exam?Â
Stunna parked his sexy ass on the edge of the desk in the corner of the room. He had an iPad in his hand and he seemed to be jotting notes after each student said their name and a hobby of theirs.Â
When it was your turn, Stunna said your name. You took a deep breath and recited your name. You drew a blank on any and all hobbies you ever partook in. âI like to travel,â you finally said.Â
Stunna smirked and nodded. âAny interesting places?â He asked.
You bit the inside of your cheek. âI just came back from the DR, actually,â you said.
Stunna nodded. âVery cool! Now, letâs seeâŚâ He looked down at his iPad and called the next person but he still had that smirk on his face. You needed to get out. You needed away. He could not make light of the fact that you knew each other. Knowing fuck well it could jeopardize not only you, but his teaching credentials.
Soulmate or not, you were not going to let him throw away his career. The rest of the class went by while you slowly died inside. Stunna introduced some of the books he wanted to read and discuss for the next few months.
As soon as he dismissed the class, you were the first one out of the door. You didnât think he tried to call after you, but you didnât give him the chance to. You flew out of the classroom, out of the building, and made a beeline towards the Admin building.
You ran up the steps, lungs burning as you raced across campus. You had a runaway thought that life didnât seem quite so dull considering that Stunna was in your neck of the woods. But you squashed that. Nothing could happen as long as he was your teacher.
You went up the elevator and got off on the floor with your academic counselor. You made it to his office and knocked on the door. Mr. Sullivan pushed his glasses from his face and looked up with a smile. He was a sweet, if aloof, man who seemed to phone in his work rather than take any joy in it.Â
âHow is the first day of classes?â He asked. He smiled politely, but there was a look in his eye as if he was trying to place you.Â
âI need to drop a class. Or get a different class?â You sat down in front of Mr. Sullivanâs desk and clutched your backpack to your chest. You didnât want to look at your phone. You didnât want to see missed calls or texts from Stunna. There was nothing to discuss until you had all your cards on the table.Â
Mr. Sullivanâs thick eyebrows drew down as he woke up his ancient computer. He typed around and hummed as he did so. Your leg bounced a mile a minute as he looked up something on it.
âForgive me, whatâs your name and student number?âÂ
You told him, repeating it over and over because you were talking too fast for him. Once he got your information, he was back to humming as he searched. âNow, which class do you need to drop?âÂ
You rolled your neck and told him, again, what you needed done. He nodded and went back to clicking around. There couldnât be that many literature classes at this fucking school.Â
âOh, dear,â he said.
âWhat does that mean?â You asked. You chewed on your bottom lip. You fought everything in here to jump over the desk and use his computer to drop the class.Â
Mr. Sullivan shook his head. âIâm afraid itâs too late to drop the class,â he said.
âWhat? What about the first week's grace period?âÂ
âUsually, yes, you would have the option to switch classes. In your case, however, every literature class at your level is currently full. Perhaps you can check back in at the end of the week and see who starts switching around. Although, you do need this class in order to qualify for your major. I would not suggest dropping it and trying to make it up next year. Six classes are difficult for any studentâŚâ
He began to drone on and on about preventing burn out, protecting mental health, whatever else his nasally voice could conjure up. You tuned him out as his words replayed over and over. You were stuck with the class. Or youâd have to try and take six next semester. You could do it, you had no doubt about it. But you shouldnât have to.
Your last year was your last hurrah before you had to think about what you wanted to do with your major. If you wanted to do grad school or not. You could do a summer class but now was the time to think about internships.Â
You sighed and sat back in your seat. Hope was cruel. Hope was spiteful and evil. You had your hopes up that Mr. Sullivan would be able to help you but he couldnât do it. He couldnât save you.Â
The melancholy this time around sat on you like a ton of bricks. You hadnât expected to find Stunna on your trip. You hadnât expected to fall so fast for him. You had your entire life to find someone, true, but you already found your perfect person. Written in the stars for you. Made for you. And now this.
âNow of course, there are some classes offered in the summer for a summer term. ButâŚâ
âThatâs alright, Mr. Sullivan. Iâll stay in this one. Thanks,â you murmured. You left his office, let the next kid come in and bug the old man, as you left the Admin building. This shit fucking sucked.Â
You finally fished your phone out of your pocket. As expected, there were missed calls and desperate texts from Stunna.
Stunna: Please, talk to me.
Stunna: Please
Stunna: I didnât know! We never talked about it.
Stunna: At least let me know youâre alive??
Each text hurt your heart worse. You could feel his desperation, no matter how far apart you were physically. It felt as if his heart was calling towards yours. Connected on some plane you couldnât see. The last text from him was an address.Â
Stunna: Please, meet me tonight. Just to talk.
Yeah, right. If you went to his place tonight, youâd do more than talk. Your attraction to him was that strong. That powerful. You knew you needed to talk to him if you were going to stay in his class. You were both adults. You could keep your hands off of each other, right?Â
Later that night, you met up with Angela and Stella back in the dorm you all shared. They could tell that something was wrong with you but you couldnât begin to describe it. Every time you tried, the words dried in your throat. Wilting like old flowers.Â
âGirl, damn. What happened between you and that guy?â Stella asked.
âDid he hurt you?â Angela asked right after.Â
âItâs fine,â you said. Your leg was back to bouncing. Despite your earlier protests, you needed to talk to Stunna. Meeting at his place wasnât the smartest move. But what was the alternative? Anywhere you met publicly, you worried that anyone would read it all over your face. Youâd be just as obsessed as the girl in your class.Â
âItâs not fine. If he hurt you, run me his name. Iâd beat that muâfucka up!â Stella said. She held up her tiny fists and shadowboxed in the living room.Â
You giggled and shook your head. âI promise he didnât hurt me. He was the perfect gentleman,â you said. Even while he was in your guts, he was still sweet afterwards. He knew exactly what you needed.
âThen what the hell is going on?â Angela asked.
âRight? I feel like we should have told her to look the other way,â Stella said.
âHow could we? That man was so damn fine!â Angela said.
âAll of them were! Like where the hell they grow them at?âÂ
The sisters went back and forth talking about Stunna and his friends. They were right. All of them were fine. But Stunna was different. Smooth skin, neat beard. Tall as a tree. He checked every last one of your boxes. Smart, funny, cultured, traveled, well read.Â
You were in trouble. You were standing on the train tracks watching the train approach with lights on, horn blaring, and you couldnât make yourself move. Didnât want to move, truth be told.
The time to meet Stunna grew closer. You felt it like the swing of a pendulum. You kept checking your phone. You hadnât answered Stunna and he hadnât sent anything else after his address and plea for you to come over.Â
Before it got too late, you told the sisters that you would go to the library to see if they had the books you needed for class. Anything to avoid having to go to the student store to purchase the books youâd only need once. They continued to talk and watch TV, content to still recover from the trip.
You went to your room, closed the door, and let the panic overtake you. You tore through your closet trying to find an outfit that screamed that this was casual. You were not trying to look pretty for the man.Â
Jeans seemed too casual. A skirt seemed too suggestive. Romper seemed too out of place. You were thinking too much about it. And you were stalling. You sighed and chose a dress. It still seemed too suggestive, but dresses could be casual. It was whatever. It was no big deal.Â
You got dressed and left the dorm, heading across campus and off site. There were campus-owned apartments here and you quickly walked, hoping to avoid trouble. The air was cool, almost cold, and there was a light breeze that made trees sway.Â
In your haste to leave, you forgot a jacket. Stupid. Stupid just like your decision to hike to his apartment up the block. Your feet carried you there anyway and soon you were outside of his door, knocking on it.
A second later, Stunna opened the door. He changed out of his outfit for the day. He wore gray sweatpants and a black tank that highlighted his amazing physique.Â
God took his time with this one.Â
There was no doubt about it. You were momentarily struck dumb, openly staring at his body.
âYou wanna come in?â His deep voice shook you from your filthy thoughts.Â
You smiled and giggled nervously. He stepped back and you went inside. The place was like any other standard apartment. White walls, bright hardwood floors that had seen better days, with a small kitchen and bar area.Â
He had boxes lined up against the wall. Some were open and some werenât. He was still in the middle of moving in, but he had a linen couch and recliner, coffee table, and a flat screen TV with a football game playing.Â
He crossed the room and put it on mute. He wiped his hands on the back of his sweats, calling attention to his glorious ass. You clasped your hands in front of you lest the traitorous things do something rash, like smack his booty.Â
âI was hoping youâd come.âÂ
âI didnât think I was going to,â you admitted. You felt silly standing in the middle of his living room but you didnât want to sit down and get comfortable either.Â
âIâm glad you did. Now I wish we wouldâve at least discussed where we were from. When you said you were starting classes, I just didnât think that it would be possible youâd be in my class,â he said.Â
You groaned and rubbed your temples. âI tried to drop the class today,â you said.
A flash of hurt ran across his features before he turned to the TV. A moment later, his features were schooled and he nodded. âThatâs probably for the best,â he said.
âI couldnât drop it. It was too late. Everyone else was full and if I wait till next year, Iâd be working overtime to pass all my classes,â you said.Â
Stunna just stared at you across the gap. You played with your fingers, tapping the tips to keep you grounded.Â
âI donât like this,â he said. He gestured towards the couch. âPlease, come sit. I wonât bite.â He grinned at the end of his sentence and you rolled your eyes, fighting off a grin. He was so damn corny.
You stepped closer anyway, feeling better with each step towards him. You didnât like being that far away from him either. You sat down, smoothing your blue dress over your legs so that you wouldnât give him the wrong impression. Maybe jeans would have been better. You definitely needed pants right now.Â
You felt the heat of Stunnaâs attention on your legs, but you clasped your hands over your lap and kept your legs firmly closed, no matter how awkward or painful it was because of your thick thighs.Â
Stunna sat on the edge of the cushion, legs spread wide and taking up so much room that his knee almost brushed yours. His knee may as well have been a raging fire. This was insane right? To feel so intensely for a stranger?Â
Stunna didnât feel like a stranger, that was the problem. He felt like you had known him all your life and you were only remembering your time together. It was surreal and you had no frame of reference for something like this.Â
âSo you canât drop the class. And I just got hired so I canât drop it either,â he said.
âNope,â you said, emphasizing the P.Â
âWe didnât imagine our connection in Punta Cana. It felt like I was dying when you walked away,â he said.
âDonât say that,â you said. You sighed and refused to look at him.Â
âDonât tell you the truth?â He asked.
âWe canât do anything about it! YouâreâŚmy teacher,â you said.Â
âIâm not suggesting we do anything about it. Iâm justâŚIâm saying that we canât ignore this. I just found you,â he said. He tilted his head so that he could catch your eyes. You looked up at him and melted.Â
He was so damn cute that it hurt. It physically hurt you that he looked that way, smiled that way, and all of his attention was focused on you. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world and it was cruel.
âWe finally found each other and the universe really said âguess againâ.â You tried to smile but your heart hurt too damn much.Â
Stunna moved his hand and slowly grabbed yours. You let him. He slid his fingers in between yours. His hand was hot to the touch. But comforting. Solid. Real. He squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips to place a small kiss on the back of your hand.Â
âItâs not forever. We can restrain ourselves for four months, canât we?â He asked.Â
You licked your lips and looked him over. How? How could you be in the same class as him or be near him and not want to touch him? Hold him? Kiss him? You had shared so much on the beach in the DR and more so in his room.Â
He pried you open and stared deep into your heart without flinching. He touched your soul. Melded and meshed your worlds together. You couldnât ignore that. You also didnât want either one of you to get in trouble. Someone would catch on. It may not be now or in a week, but someone would eventually.Â
âWe can restrain ourselves for four months,â you agreed. It was only four months. Twelve weeks. That was nothing. It would fly by.Â
Stunna nodded and squeezed your fingers. âSo, that means we probably shouldnât meet like this. Or be aloneâŚever in the next four months. Because Iâm not strong enough to resist you,â he said.
âShut up!â You laughed and shook your head.Â
âI wish I could let you see inside my head. You have been on my mind all day. All last night. The things I was thinkinâ âbout you earlier,â he said. He bit his lip, head tilted to the side. If you squinted, you were sure that you could see the dirty fantasies playing through his mind.Â
âYou are insane,â you said. âThat doesnât help!âÂ
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry. That was inappropriate,â he said.Â
He still held your hand in his and you stared at it. You fit like two lost puzzle pieces to a complicated puzzle. You didnât want to let go. But you needed to. It needed to start now.
You started to slide your hand from his. He squeezed your hand, unwilling to let go. âStunna,â you whispered.
âThis shit isnât fair,â he said softly.Â
âI know. Itâs not forever, right?â You asked.Â
He nodded and loosened his grip. You slipped your fingers from his. You lied. This was the hardest shit you ever had to do in your life. Saying goodbye to him the second time hurt a lot worse. It was physical blow to your gut.Â
In the DR, you could pretend that it was just a vacation fling. You were talking about meeting up again, but that was in the future. At some unknown date that you didnât have to think about. You had weeks or months to get to know each other.Â
Now, he was real and in your face. Now, he was close enough to reach out and grab. An ache thumped in your chest and you stood up. If you didnât get up and leave right now, you were going to break down in his new apartment and no man needed to see that.Â
You stood and stepped away from his couch, already feeling the numbness creep back in. The hopelessness that the next four months would drag on and on. You made it halfway to the door before Stunna called your name.
You turned towards him just as he was crashing his lips to yours. You hadnât heard him cross the distance, but with his long ass legs it probably only took him two steps to reach you. He grabbed the sides of your head and tilted your head so that he could kiss you deeper.Â
The strength of his kiss undid you. You melted instantly into his arms, kissing him back with as much desperation. He backed you up until your back hit the wall and he pressed you into it, rubbing his erection into your lower belly.Â
You had a taste of that so you knew how good it felt. How well he maneuvered it to bring you the most utmost pleasure. You gripped onto his shoulders and held him closer to you while you kissed and explored each otherâs mouths.
His warm lips were heaven against yours. Tongue playing with yours. You never wanted it to end. Just kissing him got your panties damp, arousal starting to leak out of you. Sweat gathered between your thighs and you rubbed them together, needing more friction than that.
Stunna broke the kiss, giving you some much needed oxygen. It brought a little clarity. âStunna, we canâtââÂ
Stunna kissed you again, cutting off your complaints. âWe need a proper goodbye right?âÂ
âWe had one yesterday,â you pointed out.Â
âNaw, this is a real one. Please. I canât let you walk away for four months without something to hold me over,â he said.Â
âYou so nasty,â you said and grinned.Â
He looked into your eyes and grinned. His smile would always slay you. It was so open and joyous. Straight teeth. Perfect teeth. Perfect smile. Perfect man.Â
âHm, I seem to recall a bad little girl letting strangers play with her pussy,â he said. He smacked your lips with his, once and then twice. He kissed along your jaw and then started kissing your neck. âYou canât wear a dress like this and not expect me to lose my mind.âÂ
âI didnât know what to wear!â You said.Â
His hands moved from your head down your sides and then gripped your ass under your dress. He moaned, clenching and unclenching your ass cheeks with a low growl.Â
âDo me a favor and donât wear dresses for the next four months. I wonât be able to handle it,â he said.Â
You made a strangled noise in the back of your throat. He wouldnât be able to handle it? âThen you have to come to work looking like a bum, because thatâs not fair,â you said. He got to look like an Adonis while you had to dress like a nun? How was that fair?
He squeezed your ass and you moaned, back bowing off of the wall. âTake these panties off for me,â he said.Â
Your hands flew to your panties before your mind caught up. You hesitated briefly. Stunna stilled against you, likely giving you a chance to step away. Fuck it. You needed a proper goodbye. You needed something to hold you over as well. Something to get you through these next four months.
You got rid of your panties and he helped you take off your shoes and then your panties. He grinned, lips returning to yours. You moaned, feverish for his kisses. Stunna hissed knelt down in front of you.
He gathered up your dress and pooled it around your hips and fisted it in one hand. He spread your pussy lips with his free hand and delved into your pussy with his tongue.Â
âOh shit!â You moaned. You lifted one leg to give him better access. He growled his appreciation and moved his long tongue towards your dripping entrance. He pumped his tongue in and out of you and your eyes rolled back.
âOH fuck!â You screamed. Your hands dug into his small afro and pulled whatever you could get your hands on. His mouth felt amazing on your pussy. His nose tickled your clit and you felt it in your belly. You huffed and moaned, thighs shaking.Â
He moved his tongue to your clit and flicked it back and forth with a speed you didnât know he possessed. Your whines turned to desperate cries as you began to shake in earnest, screaming out an orgasm.Â
Stunna rolled his whole head, slurping up your juices. He moaned into your pussy. He smacked your ass as you twitched above him. You looked down and caught his eyes at the same time. You almost came again. Locking eyes with him brought a level of intensity to the moment that you couldnât describe. He made you feel like you were a giant. Or sitting on top of the world.Â
When he was done with you, he slowly withdrew. There was a spit chain between his lips and your pussy. He grinned, watching it expand. He finally licked his lips and broke it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up.Â
âTaste even better than I remember. Shouldâve seen the nut I busted in the shower this morning,â he said.
Your head dropped forward against his chest. âFuck, donât tell me that,â you said.
His rumbling chuckle vibrated against your cheek. You lifted your head and moved your hand beneath his sweats. He went commando underneath and you lifted an eyebrow at him. He grinned as your hand wrapped around his dick. You stroked him slowly because you didnât have enough lubrication to get him going.
âWas gripping my meat and stroking, thinkinâ âbout you. About the sounds you made. The way you fit me so well,â he said. As he spoke, his tone went lower. He leaned forward and kissed you.Â
He moved his hips and your hand slipped out. You looked at him with the question in your eyes. He grabbed your hips and turned you around. âAs much as I would love those lips on me, Iâve been dying to get back in this pussy,â he said.Â
He tugged the top of your dress until it came down and trapped your arms to your sides. He pushed you against the wall. The cold hit your nipples and you cried out. He scooted in closer and you felt him tug his sweats down.Â
He lifted your left leg, slapping his meat against your pussy. The wet smacks were filthy. You moaned and he ran his dick in between your folds, getting the tip wet.
The tip of his dick pushed at your entrance and you moaned. He slid in, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of getting filled up by him. You were a huffing, panting mess by the time he bottomed out. He kissed your neck where it met your shoulder and you moaned.Â
âFuck,â he whispered.
Exactly your sentiments. You fit. You were a perfect match. He filled you up, just this side of incredibly full, and you closed your eyes to the sensation. To the feeling. He pinned you to the wall and began to move slowly, sliding in and out of you.
âShit,â he moaned.Â
âYou feel so good, baby,â you moaned.Â
âI feel good? You feel like home,â he said. He continued to kiss your neck, nibbling a bit, as his strokes increased.Â
Your hands were on the wall, trying to anchor yourself against him. His strokes increased until he was rutting inside of you. Each thrust drew a ragged moan from your lips. He moved to a different angle and touched your sweet spot. You cried out, shaking desperately on his dick.
âThereâs my fucking spot,â he said. He grinned against your skin. Your head flopped to the side. You bit your arm. He felt too good. Slipping in and out of you. The wet smacks of your combined juices were lewd and turned you on more. Made you drip more.Â
âSo fuckinâ wet, nasty girl. You like this dick, donât you?â
âUh-huh,â you moaned, nodding your head.Â
âYou like this dick inside you?â He asked.
âUh-huh, so good,â you moaned. You drooled against your arm.Â
âLet me hear you then,â he said. He moved his free hand down between your legs and began to stroke your clit in tandem with his thrusts. Your moans increased in volume, turning into screams as you crashed into another orgasm.Â
Stunna kissed your cheek and jaw, licked the shell of your ear. âSound so pretty when you cum. Music to my ears, baby,â he said.Â
âNut in me,â you moaned.
âWhat?â He asked.Â
âNut in me, please, I need it,â you moaned.Â
Stunna growled and increased his thrusts. They turned into a brutal fucking, spearing you. He still played with your clit as he slammed into you, fucking you just how you liked. There was no begging. There was no negotiating. You didnât have to stop in the middle to communicate that yes, it was okay to get rougher. It was okay to rock into your shit.Â
Stunna just did it. He gave you exactly what you needed.Â
âYou want this nut?â He asked.
âYessss,â you moaned.Â
âFuck, Iâm so close,â he said.
âStunna, ouuee Stunna,â you moaned in between his strokes.
âThatâs right, you let me know who owns this pussy,â he said.Â
âYou. You own this pussy,â you moaned. He groaned before you finished your sentence. He nutted, his hot cum filling you to the brim. Some of it even slipped out and ran down your thigh. You shivered, your head turning fuzzy at the sensation.Â
Stunna finally stilled his strokes and let his dick pulse. You hissed feeling it. Stunna dropped your thigh and grabbed your neck. He pulled you back into him and you turned your head so that you could kiss him. The kiss was sloppy and you both panted, breath fanning across each otherâs faces. But any touch of his lips was worth it.
Stunna kissed your cheek. âI still got some more for you,â he said.
âMore?â You asked.
Stunna slipped out of you and then roughly turned you around. He kissed you, pressing you back against the wall with the force of his kisses. He kissed down your body, rolling his tongue around both of your nipples. You cried out.Â
He tugged you by the front of your dress towards the arm of his couch. He bent you over it and spread your ass cheeks. He moaned and smacked your ass.Â
âFuck, I need all night with you to say goodbye,â he said.Â
You were too blissed out to chuckle. Or laugh. Your head was floating, flying; your mind went on a little trip and you had no plans of returning.Â
He slipped back inside and you shared a moan, feeling complete once more. He immediately went back to pounding and rutting, slamming his thighs against your ass with the force of his strokes.Â
âWho own this shit?â He asked.
âYouuu,â you moaned.
âOwn the fuck outta this pussy. Feelinâ so good, pussy feelinâ so good. Itâs mine now,â he groaned in between thrusts. The arm of the couch dug into your gut and it felt good. You felt just as you did on Saturday night. Possessed. Owned.Â
âItâs yours!â You moaned. âItâs yours, Stunna!âÂ
âDamn right. Gonna write my initials in this pussy,â he groaned. His fingers turned bruising on your hips.Â
His initials were already there. It felt like with every stroke, he was stitching your souls together. You became one soul every time his tip kissed your cervix. âOh fuck, fuck, fuck,â you moaned on each thrust.
His fingers moved to your clit again, flicking his fingers against it. You tried to lean up. You didnât know why, only that you needed to move. To ease up a bit. He pressed on your back and made you take his dick. Made you take the brutal pounding.Â
âGuhh,â you moaned and came with a loud cry. Your pussy gripped onto him and he moaned, thrusts turning sloppy and twitching. He came right after you, giving you another round of his cum. He soaked your pussy and you shivered, full body shaking.
Stunna slammed once more into you and then stilled, dick pulsing. His cum slipped down your thighs again. You were deliciously sore. You both panted in the quiet space. You listened to any sound he made. Greedy to capture everything. If this was goodbye, you were hesitant to see what hello looked like.Â
Stunna slowly slipped out of you. You cried out.Â
âShh, shh, you know I got you, baby,â he said. When he was out, you were still sore as hell. You began to shake as the cold crept in. Something so powerful took a lot of energy. You werenât just imagining things on Saturday. It wasnât the anonymity of the vacation. You two shared a real connection. The kind love songs and poems were written about. And it was scary as hell.Â
Stunna returned with a warm washcloth. You cried out, leaning up against the couch. Stunna cooed and talked softly. âI got you. Iâm right here,â he said. He finished and wiped up your thighs as well.
When finished, he disappeared with the washcloth and then came back. He helped you stand and adjusted the dress back to where it should be. Then he moved towards the couch and had you straddle him. He held you and rubbed your back as you scooted into him and laid your head on his shoulder.
You didnât speak. There was nothing to say. You had to find the strength to walk away from this in the morning. You werenât going to fight it. You needed this goodbye as much as he did. You needed to get your mind wrapped around the fact that you couldnât have this for months.Â
It wasnât the end of the world but it sure as shit felt like it. You were tired of being strong. But for now, youâd have to endure. It was the only way to get the best of both worlds.Â
You listened to the cadence of his breathing. Warm chest. Strong arms around your back. âItâs not forever,â he said quietly.
No, it wasnât forever.
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Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, aggressive alpha tendencies, swearing, near-death experiences, mentions of heat and suppressants
Pairing: Nonidol!Changbin/Nonidol!Minho x Reader
Premise: Omega Primes were rare, being forced to reproduce with other Primes. You never liked the idea of mates, forced or not. A runaway Prime, with two alphas to catch their fall and open up a whole new realm of possibilities.
Authorâs notes: Soooo, I'm like secretly/not so secretly obsessed with both of these men right now. When I had originally written this I had no plans to post it, but here we are. Months later with the inability to let it go. I hope you enjoy it regardless! This was definitely written purely for me and my soulmate @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue to drool overđ
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âChan when I say, hold your breath grab Felix and run. Donât stop until you have Felix safe.â Chan nods to you, he might now know exactly what your plan was but he knew as well as you did that you both had to get Felix out of there.Â
âWhat are you thinking y/n? We canât leave you here.â Felix huffs, his breath getting harder to release from his lungs. Chan holds him up, arm under his shoulder keeping him close.
âIâll be fine Lixie, Iâll catch up Yea?â You give him a reassuring smile, followed by a wink. Focus still on the hoard of Alphas that had unfortunately followed Felix on his attempt to escape.
âY/n-â
âNow chan!â
You hear him inhale deeply before heâs holding it, grabbing Felix hand and see them dart forward. Heading towards the exit from the roof.
In an instant you release your pheromones. Inducing your own heat.
All alphas that had followed Felix up to the roof had now turned on you. Now forgetting about the preheat omega.
Releasing a ragged breath, lungs thick with hot air. Itâs like you can feel every bone in your body, every inch of your skin triggered by electricity. Your clothes feel itchy against your heated flesh.Â
You barely register the door reopening, this time without the receding Alpha and Omega, but in a mere blink 2 new alphas had joined the swarm. Youâd roll your eyes if you could.Â
Fucking Alphas.
Itâs only a matter of time before one of them advances on you, in any attempt to pounce and take you. Take you as the others join in. A shiver of disgust runs down your spine. The saliva in your mouth is feeling too much now.Â
You take a step back on sinking legs. Taking a distracted moment to peer behind you. 10 stories, you could make thatâŚwell uninjured wasnât likely but at least you would be away. Youâd need at least a few hours to be able to reel in your heat. Your foggy mind reminds you to stay focused on the alphas in front of you, which would normally be your most pressing issue however in your escape-deciding thoughts the two new alphas that have joined late are now directly standing in front of you.Â
And theyâre snarling in the direction of the swarm. Thatâs when your muddled senses detect it. Like freshly baked bread on a cold day, with a hint of something sweet. Aired out bed linen left outside on a warm day, something toasted dances within it. The scents fused together, getting stronger and stronger by the second.
Your eyes adjust briefly, Minho and Changbin stand off against the triggered alphas.Â
âWell thatâs newâ You manage to mumble. As you watch them snarl and defend you. If you were in another state, youâd say you were impressed. Maybe your scent was just really repulsive to them? If you could remember, youâd ask later.
You fight through the Omega need to find an Alpha to satiate your rising hunger, pulling out all of your Prime strength you can. If there was ever a time to be thankful for being a prime it would be now.Â
Even if the two could fight through the mass, too many people would be hurt.
Your spine straightens, eyes flashing to Prime, voice taken over.
âALPHA.â Your Prime voice makes everyone halt. The alpha voice might be a terrifying weapon for alphas to use against omegas, but they had no idea what the Prime voice could be capable of. âDOWN.â
Your command is taken instantaneously, the swarm of alphas on the roof all drop to their knees. Their bodies shake with their inability to control themselves.Â
âLOWER.â the voice growled from you. On their knees, hands and chest to the roof the alphas went in unisent.Â
All except two alphas. They continue to stand vigilant. Which once again, if you remember youâd ask them about that.
You know you canât hold it for long. Your body almost giving into the full heat youâve thrown yourself into.Â
Speaking of throw, without another thought you feel your control snap. Simultaneously as you throw yourself over the railing plummeting down to the concrete below.Â
The last thing you hear is the voices of the two alphas above scream your name, as your feet slam into the ground.
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âMost primes are protected. Then thereâs you, inducing your own heat and then throwing herself off 10 story buildings.â Your specialist doctor chastises as he finishes taking your vitals for the day..
âYouâd be bored if I was like regular primes.â You jest. He shakes his head, but doesnât look at you. It's the same old song and dance with you two.
âIf your family-â
âIf my family cared, Iâd have a legion of guards to protect me. But they don't, so I take care of myself.â You finish for him, he finally looks at you. Eyes pleading as always.
âA broken leg is taking care of yourself?â He gestures towards your very large cast, covering from your foot to your mid thigh.
âI didnât say I was the best at it, did I?â You give him your best fake sincere smile.
âFine. But could you atleast think about finding someone to bond with?â His sigh of defeat sends an itch over your skin. âI donât care if it isnât an omega, hell it could be an Alpha or even a Beta. But atleast that would be some form of safety net for you.â
You donât answer. You never do. For as long as youâve been alive youâve been told you had to mate with another Omega Prime, keep the family line strong. But you cut ties with your family long ago and couldnât find it within yourself to feel comfortable with the idea of a mate.Â
âI worry about you.â He goes back to packing up his things, keeping his back to you.Â
âI know.â Itâs all you can manage.
You hear him sigh loudly again as he makes his way around the room, hesitating by the door.
âHey doc.â You call as his hand is on the door knob. âThanks.âÂ
You had a lot to thank him for. Not just this time, but continuing to look after you when you left the Prime courts. He could have easily walked away from all your ridiculous behaviour and you wouldn't have falted him for it, but he chose to push on being your doctor. Helping you in any shape and form you needed.Â
âIâll see you soon.â He smiles at you before opening it. âHello Felix, are you feeling better?â
âYes Doctor, a lot better. Is she awake?â You hear the fake light tone from the hallway.Â
Ah shit.
âYes she is.â You look away, you werenât ready to apologize for what you did. You did what you thought was right.Â
You listen as he enters. Shuffling as the door closes.Theres a moment of silence before he speaks.
âYou said youâd catch up.â Felix sniffles from the end of your hospital bed, you look at him.Â
âAnd I did.â You try to lighten.
âA broken leg wasnât part of the deal.â His angry eyes bore into you. âYou could have been really hurt.â
âI know, Iâm sorry. But Iâm alright.â You motion for him to come closer, shifting slightly to give him enough space to climb on the bed with you. When he snuggles in you feel his body relax. âJust a little sore. Nothing to worry about. Iâm just glad youâre safe.âÂ
----
A few days in the infirmary felt like years with the amount of boredom you were in. The only highlight was Felix joining you when he had some down time.Â
Another day of Felix fussing over you, running back and forth to make sure you had food and liquids and you werenât in pain. Eventually he settled down to eat with you, your conversations turning back to that day.
âI was terrified when the Hyungs passed us on the stairs. Chan tried to yell at them not to, but it was too late.â You can see the crease between his eyebrows as he thought about it. âI really thought theyâd become like the others. But now Iâm so glad they were there.â
You donât say anything, your memories coming back are fuzzy. A drowsy flash of two alphas snarling in defense, rage and protectiveness aimed at keeping you safe.Â
âI knew Changbin and Minho have really good control over their instincts, but that? I really am impressed.â He chuffs, proud of his older members for keeping themselves in check.Â
In a cloud you remember their backs, the muscles tight with Alpha stances on full display. ButâŚ. Had you managed to direct your Prime voice to only the lost alphas? In a normal circumstance you wouldnât second guess it. However, inducing your own heat had made it almost impossible to differentiate one alpha from another. The musky clouds of Alphas making your stomach feel like it was made of cement, your Omega instincts could still smell the two.Â
Wait, have you ever really smelled them before? It was them wasnât it? You donât go around smelling others for the reason that most scents are slightly nauseating. So with your Prime abilities you forced your Omega instincts down. But did that really mean you just never noticed that you completely ignored others scents?
Glancing over at felix you let out a hesitant sniff, a citrus burst with a dash of caramel. Ok, you could smell him, he smells like he always does. So why did youâŚ.
âWhat do Changmin and Minho smell like?âÂ
You watch him pause, taking in your words. He looks up at you visibly confused.
âYouâve never noticed?â There sounds like thereâs something hidden in his voice, something you arenât sure what it is.
âI guess not.â You contemplate. âI think I smelt them on the roof, but I donât think Iâve ever actually paid attention to it before.âÂ
âAh, well they have kind of off putting pheromones.â Felix gently tries to explain.Â
âOff putting?â That does shock you. What you smelt on the roof was nothing like that.
âYea, um.â An awkward cough escapes him. âMinho Hyung kind of smells like⌠pure sugar? Too sugary, sickly sweet? If that makes sense. And Changbin Hyung smellsâŚwellâŚ. burnt.â
You think back to the scents from before, letting your senses reimagine them. The comforting pheromones filling your lungs, even now makes your brain go cloudy. Was it them you had smelt then, or was it different Alphas in the throng of chaos.Â
âThey both take some special suppressants to kind of dampen them, but I try not to breathe too deeply around them. Itâs not as uncomfortable as it used to be, but you can still smell it.âÂ
âHuhâŚ.âÂ
âWas it them?â His question is genuine. âIt would make sense for them to be emitting really strong pheromones during all that.â
âIâm not sure.â You shrug, you donât need the younger omega to worry about anything else right now. âItâs ok, Iâll just sniff them later.â
âWell donât forget that I warned you.â He laughs off your words. Back to eating the homemade food he brought with him.
A hint of warm baked bread dances on the food. Which seems odd because Felix didnât bring any.
----
The next day you had another visit from your doctor, he checked your leg and vitals, making sure your heat was down before agreeing to sign your release papers.
âIâm only agreeing to this because if I donât youâre only going to make it worse for all of us.â He exclaims. You could tell he was tired. He was extremely busy. Being a Beta and scent deaf meant he could treat all subgenders without any issue of pheromones getting in his way. It was one of the reasons he had stayed with you since you were a kid. Itâs why he even became a doctor. âHowever, I have arranged for you to be looked after while you finish healing.â
âIs that really necessary?â You whine, shifting yourself to the side of the bed, carefully bringing both feet to hang down.Â
âYes.âÂ
Ok, no room for debate clearly. You silently sat there as he collected himself, coming over to stand in front of you. Without realizing it you were already pouting.
âJustâŚ.please. Heal first, cause mayhem later.âÂ
You nod, pout still there. âBut who-âÂ
The door swings open and your eyes sparkle.Â
âReady to go?â Felix asks from the door, the bubbliest smile on his face, a large duffle bag in his hands.
âReally?â The giddiness almost taking over.Â
Felix was always so busy with his group, you and he barely had time to spend together. So to have him being the one to take care of you, you are excited to say the least.Â
Your doctor rolls his eyes at you, âLetâs get you home.â
----
Having Felix as your temporary caretaker was probably the best 2 weeks youâve had. 4 more weeks of Felix and you having movie nights, letting yourselves indulge in more Omega oriented activities. By that you meant creating one big nest for the two of you to sleep in together. Your bed wasnât big enough to create the perfectly comfy nest to happily tingle your omega needs, so you two had chosen to make it in the living room under your large sky light. Pushing your couch back slightly to make room. He had brought all of the bedding and blankets and pillows he owned to yours, and you had instructed him where you kept the thick comfy quilts.Â
You hadnât made a proper nest in a long while, and as comfy as it was, as perfect as it wasâŚsomething was missing. You just couldnât explain what, so you didnât mention anything. It really wasn't necessary.Â
Felix did an amazing job helping you in your mundane everyday tasks. Honestly, it had never been so much fun. But a foreboding was approaching; Felixâs heat cycle was shorter than others. So within the next week he would be slipping and he wouldnât be able to look after you and you sure as hell wouldnât be able to do anything for him.Â
He had asked if he could take half of his things and half of yours with him when he was away for that week. Him saying your omega scent would help ease the time. Of course you agreed wholeheartedly. You offered him every piece of fabric that smelt like you that could be moved.Â
You had been able to get around with crutches now, but some things were still difficult. Simple things felt derailingly exhausting, without completing things youâd need a 2 hour nap to recuperate. On the day his pre-heat began he let you know that someone would be by to check up on you later in the day. Leaving you with breakfast and a half nest. You had hugged and bid goodbye. Your now vibrant apartment now stark and boring. You sigh to yourself, annoyed with your already darker demeanor.Â
Giving up you climb back into the half made nest, too tired to fix it. The scent of citrus barely there. You push away your thoughts as you fall into a light slumber.
â
Your sleep groggy mind reacts before your body. You feel too heavy to move, sleep threatening to pull you back in. Was someone baking a pastry? If they were, it smelt delicious, you hoped they would save you some. You rolled slightly, to alleviate the pressure you were putting on your cast, you must have curled oddly in your sleep. A wave of clean bedding wafted over you. Did someone bring you some new things for your nest? That was nice of them.Â
You compelled your eyes to open, on your back staring up into the sky light. Too much sun beaming down on your face causes you to outwardly groan, rotating to prop yourself up eyes adjusting to your apartment again.Â
You watch the figure in the kitchen, wearing your apron tied snuggly around his waist, shuffle back and forth, chopping and then back to something on the stove. You drag yourself with your hands and good leg onto your couch to observe them better. His light brown hair, catching in the sunlight, almost dances a copper tone. His feline features once and a while angled better for you to catch glimpses of his concentration. Contentedly you watch him, sitting silently as he doesnât realize youâre awake.Â
That is, until the itch to know becomes too unbearable.
âLixie says you and Bin take pheromone suppressants.â It's not a question. You watch him halt his movements, but only for a split second then resuming his cooking.
âYes.â His voice is relatively mellow. At least he doesnât seem annoyed talking about it. So far.
You hear the bathroom door open from the hall, heavy footsteps coming into the main area.Â
âYouâre awakeâ Changbin smiles at you. âHow are you feeling?â
âTired. Iâm bored of being tired.â You explain away. âHow can you both need them? I was surprised when he told me. Especially when I thought I smelt you both on the roof that day.â
Changbins weary look is directed at his hyung, he had no idea what you were talking about.Â
âThe suppressants work well.â Minho continues working. âYou would know if you smelt us.â
âBurnt and sickly sweet right?â You recall what Felix said that day.
âYes.â Minho answers again, this time looking at Changbin he nods sheepishly. Almost looking disgusted with himself.Â
âCan I smell you?âÂ
âWhat?â Changbins head shoots up to look at you.Â
âYou want to smell us?â Minho, finally forgoes the cooking to fully face you.Â
âHavenât you smelt us before?â Changbin tries to deflect.
âMaybe, but Iâve never noticed anything⌠âoffensiveâ coming from you two.â You explain. âSo I want to check for myself.â
They exchange panicked expressions.Â
âYou donât have to, but I would like to.â Your petulant pout adorned on your face.
Eventually Changbin speaks up, âWe, uh don't mind. Weâre just worried about you.â
âI promise I will not throw up.â You chuckled at them.Â
âOk but donât say we didnât warn you.â Minho shakes his head in disbelief.
They cautiously make their way around the couch, coming to stand in front of you.Â
âWho first?â You exclaim cheerfully. Once again they exchange weary looks then roll their eyes at your nonchalant attitude of this impending wave of disgust to hit you.Â
âMe.â Minho kneels on the floor, making it easy to get close enough to his scent gland without causing you too much physical strain. You shift forward, leaning into his neck making sure not to make any contact. You give a hesitant sniff, the suppressants they are on must be really strong. You inch closer, taking a deep inhale.Â
The smell hits you instantly. You keep a straight face.
âChangbin.âÂ
By the gods you managed to get your voice out in a steady tone.
Changbin follows his hyungs position, Minho now standing to observe.Â
This time knowing how close you needed to be to actually smell their pheromones, you move right away. Leaning in and taking a second deep inhale of the night.Â
Your face blanks, as they now stand together waiting for your definite repulsion. You take a moment, not able to see the look of dejection on their face.Â
âWellâŚIt was undeniably you two that I smelt on the roof.â You finally manage. âBut I need to ask you both something. When I used my Prime voice on the alphas, and when you came in contact with my heat pheromones, what was running through your minds?âÂ
They looked at you quizzically, âweâŚour instincts wanted to protect you. Thatâs what we were thinking.. Well we werenât actually. Our alpha instincts took over.â
âAs for the voice⌠I donât know how to explain how we felt but⌠it was like if someone didnât obey it we would make them? Almost giddy, I guess.âÂ
An airy laugh leaves you. âThatâs new. How many more surprises are there gonna be with you two?â
âWhat-? Our scents?â Changbin redirects back to their previous worry.
âIâm glad you guys take suppressants, because you have the most delicious pheromones Iâve ever smelt in my life.âÂ
âDid the doctor check to see if you hit your head?â
âOk, rude.â You huff. âI am never giving you a compliment ever again.â
âYouâre sure it was us?â Changbin points between them.
âYea. 1000%, like a puff pastry with powdered sugar on top and toasted chestnuts in the morning wrapped in clean linen.â You pout, body slouched back on the couch angrily.
âWeâve never heard those before.âÂ
âWell, I'm sorry to burst your gross bubble, but you two donât smell gross.â Shrugging them off you turn your attention to a new curiosity. âWhatâs for lunch?âÂ
----
Over the next few days none of you bring up the pheromone conversation again, nor do you bring up their reactions to your Omega. It does however continue to remain an inquiry for you. You wait patiently for today to finally ask someone about it. Cast changing day.Â
You let your doctor remove your cast, asking you pain questions and general health ones. As he is casting the new one you finally let yourself ask.
âWhat would it mean if an alpha didnât respond to an Omega Prime voice?â The nonchalance in your voice is clear.Â
âThat would depend, was it intentionally directed to avoid them or was it an all for one?â Keeping his eyes trained down, his hands donât stop moving, wrapping the bands around your calf.
You let yourself think over the situation before answering.âSince it couldnât have been properly controlled, letâs say all for one.â
âWellâŚ..â
âHm.â You contemplate his words. âAnd what if an alphas' instinct was to protect instead of mount, with an omega in heat?â
âPlease donât say mount.â He grimaced, eyes still down but hands pausing briefly to show his dislike even more than with just his face.
âAright, instead of âtry to take by forceâ.â You stifle your laugh, but continue in your questioning.Â
âIt would suggestâŚ..â
âUh huh.â You struggled to take in his answers, but the gist of it wasnât lost on you. âLast question, what if an alphas pheromones and natural scent was repulsive to everyone around then except one omega, to that omega they smelt really good. What would that suggest?âÂ
âWhy are you so weird today?â He stands to examine your face, finally looking at you. He knew something was going on, itâs not like you were hiding it.
âMore than normal?â You give an over exaggerated grin.Â
He stares at you blankly for a moment, like heâs considering letting you feign ignorance or pushing you for information. Luckily he doesnât take too long to decide, he already knows if youâre going to tell him you will.Â
âNo.â Is his final answer. âIt would most likely meanâŚ..â
âAh.â You flomp back on the mattress, eyes now trained to the ceiling. Your face scrunches up in annoyance as you piece the puzzle together. A puzzle you never asked to have to deal with. You didnât like complicated things like this, you preferred simple and easy to push along.
âWhat is this all about?â He sounds worried, he was always worried.
âI think I may have foundâŚ.â
----
The mindless boredom you had begun to feel while stuck at home, was starting to give you an anxious itch. If you were right about it, and the information your doctor told you did in fact back that up, it would be a time if the boys found out.Â
So you kept quiet, no issues if you didnât bring it up. Clearly they thought differently.
âWe think something is going on.â Changbin announces from your kitchen. They had come over together to help you complete some work and make you dinner. Felix had something come up and they had volunteered.Â
âWell Iâm hoping itâs not something bad with my food.â You nonchalantly throw over your shoulder, fingers typing away on your laptop from the couch.Â
Your nest still a mess on the floor. Felix had offered to fix it, but you couldnât bring yourself to let him. Something was still missing.
âWith the three of us.â Minho finishes. AH, so they noticed something. Your hands still, recline back arm over the back of the couch, you lounge out.Â
âAnd what exactly is happening?â You inquire, body calm, mind ready to receive any information they might have dug up.
They gave each other a mild once over before exchanging a nod. Approaching you with hesitant energy but sure steps. You could smell them stronger than normal today, maybe that was because they were nervous? Or maybe because your Omega was trying to smell them out? Either way, you ignored it.
âWeâve done some research.â Minho supplies. âAbout you not finding our smells repulsing.âÂ
âThe only things we could find are research papers on the idea of the rarities of fated mates.â The words come out of changbin so fast youâre surprised you even understand it.Â
âItâs a possibility that one of us could be your fated mate.â Minho simplifies.Â
âSmart boys.â You chuckle. âLooks like weâve come to the same conclusion then.â
They stare at you dumbfounded.Â
âI was also curious about my Omega pheromones having certain effects on your alpha instincts.â You continue. âAnd it seems they have also indicated that. However, Iâll tell you both now. Just because it appears that way doesnât mean Iâm about to jump on either of you.âÂ
âWe get that. We just want to make sure we're all on the same page with what this could possibly entail for us.â Minho confides, emphasizing their sincerity. These boys knew you well enough and what your view was on âmatesâ.Â
You sigh heavily, how was the idea of the possibility of having a fated mate this exhausting?Â
âAnd we want to be honest..â Changbin directs your attention. âWe both have felt drawn to you. If this possibility was right and you felt something for one of us over the other, weâd be ok with that. But we also don't want you to feel like you have to do anything.â
You gave them a soft smile. âThank you boys. If it had to possibly be anyone, Iâm glad it was you two.âÂ
Upon some form of conclusion for the night, they helped you hobble over to the kitchen table to eat for the night.Â
But there was still a lingering thought playing in the back of your mind that you couldnât quite settle.
----
âA FATED PAIR?!â Felix screeched excitedly from the other end of your couch, flailing pillows and plushies toward you.
âThe possibility of a fated pair.â You correct, dodging each oft blow with a giggle. You knew he would have an over the top reaction, which honestly was one of the reasons why you did want to tell him, but also you didnât want to spend the evening answering his million questions. Â
âBut TWO?!â His excitement wasn't about to die down. âHoly shit. How are you going to choose?â
âLix, Iâm not going to choose.â You hush him, wanting to bring an end to this interrogation. âListen, I wonât choose someone just because my omega wants me to. I need to actually like the person first. I need to know them.â
âItâs Changbin and Minho.â He reminds, giving you a pointed look.
âI know, but you and I both know how badly couples can end just because they go along with their sub genders needs. Iâd rather be sure.â You recall past mutual friends of yours and how disastrous their situations turned out when they let their instincts fully take over. It had left the friend group shattered with no amount of apologizing and forgiveness could mend what had been hurt.
âSo you are going to pick one of them?â He still pushes.
âIâm not saying yes and Iâm not saying no.â You finish, huffing before mumbling to yourself. âWe could still be wrong.â
----
Work had called you asking if you could come in, there was a specifically rude alpha writer that demanded the editors who worked on his last piece to be there. He had first come in requesting only Alphas to work on his writing. The manager had told him that they would do the best they could but they had limited Alphas available. The top editors in the firm were you, two other omegas, an alpha and a beta. However, that didn't seem to be good enough.
Apparently he had just realized that it was 3 omegas who had been credited for the editorial, even though the 3 of you had also worked on his previous project. To top it off he was also very into his hierarchy of the subgenders.Â
Thankfully for you, you had just entered the free standing boot phase of your recovery. You hobbled into the firm, the receptionist welcoming you back, and warning you of what might be in the conference room. She also let you know a little piece of extra information about said writer. He was a dominant alpha male.
Upon entering the room you are enveloped with the intense heavy set musk of dominant pheromones. The need to vomit crept up on you, leaving a nasty taste in your mouth.
âSorry for being late,â You respond normally, pretending not to notice the provoked alpha on the far side of the room. Not to mention, the two omega editors cowering in at the side table, looking meek and shaking in their chairs. âIâm still a little slow on my feet.âÂ
Your Alpha manager rushed over to you to help you alongside the others, the shallow tremble in him didnât go unnoticed. âNo worries, y/n we were just going over the issue.â
âIs there an issue?â You ask cheerfully. First you get a read on the hostile energy. The dominant alpha stands tall, smug expression on his face as he watches everyone in the room struggle to keep themselves together.Â
âI would say there is, omega.â His voice instantly makes your brain itch, and not in a good way. Gross. Also his need to identify your sub gender to the room really tests your ability to hold your eyes from rolling. âI requested alpha editors to be a part of the project, not three omegas. I need my work to be looked over carefully and with exceptional skills. I am sure you three are adequate but I donât like being kept in the dark about my own work.âÂ
You pretend to mull over his words, this man clearly needs others to bow down and grovel at his feet.Â
What an unfortunate choice for him.
âAs I recall your novel hit #1 on the charts for 4 weeks and it was completed before the deadline.â Your professionalism is on full display. âI am sorry if you do not feel that your work has been properly looked after. But our firm never promised for an alpha only team, just as you did not feel the need to read over the creditors before releasing. On all the paperwork you were given about the piece, our names and subgenders were clearly marked. You did not raise a complaint nor concern at the time.â
âSo youâre saying that was my neglect then, Omega?â His vocal demeanor changes to a lower tone, rasping out as the room spikes with more pheromones. He evidently was trying to will you to submit, which once again was unfortunate.Â
âCould you please not refer to me by my subgender, I do have a name.â You sigh, how annoying.
âYou donât like to be reminded that you are an Omega?â It almost comes out as a snarl at this point. This time you canât stop from rolling your eyes.Â
You push the rollie chair away from the table, turning to face him front on. You side glance over to you manager, then to the antagonistic male then back. Asking for permission, you could see him struggle to nod. The Dominant pheromones now getting to his inner alpha, his instincts fighting to not submit either. You look at your fellow omegas and they are truly a mess. Tears streaming down their faces, heads down, already submitted a time ago.Â
âItâs not that I need a reminder. I am very well aware of what I am.â You stated coldly. âYou, however, need to be educated.â
His sick chortle of a laugh fills the room. One you were more than happy to silence.
Your Prime voice ready to extinguish his joy.
âSIT.âÂ
Heâs instantly on the ground, mid laugh causing him to choke.Â
âCRAWL.âÂ
You watch him fight against his body, as he trembles onto hands and knees moving towards you. When heâs close enough for your amusement, you hear the omegas behind you stop crying. You can also hear your manager finally take a deep breath.Â
âSTOP.âÂ
He sits there on the dirty carpeted floor in his stupid looking designer suit at your feet. You stay seated, comfily reclined in your chair.Â
âThe only reason this firm worked on your piece in the first place was because it was a favour for your uncle. The amount of work that went into salvaging that piece of crap you spewed is ridiculous. Not to mention no other firm would work with you.â You reprimanded. âYou should feel thankful that our manager agreed to it, thankful that you had two of the most professional and invaluable editors we have.â
âYou are free to go to another firm, at this point weâd all be grateful if you did. I will remind you, Omega or not you have NO RIGHT to compromise another with your pheromones. It is against the law and we will not hesitate to file against you. Understood?âÂ
Your eyes glower at him with the intensity of a Prime, he nods sheepishly.Â
âNow apologize to my coworkers and manager for wasting their time and disrespecting this firm.âÂ
His hurried words of begging for forgiveness meant nothing to you. You watched him collect himself and retreat out of the room. The omegas hugging you in thanks.
âIâm surprised you were able to hold off from that alpha. You made it look so easy.â They seemed mesmerized by you.Â
âIt was.â You stated confidently. âThey're not my Alpha.â
----
âA horde of alphas isnât enough for you? Now youâre tackling aggravated dominants?â Your doctor insisted on an omega specific checkup. Even for you, over exerting yourself while still healing could be dangerous.
âIt was only one this time.â You mutter, back in his office once again. You swore you might as well live here with how often you keep showing up. The receptionists and cleaning man were all on a first name basis with you.
âDoes your alpha know that youâre making dominants submit to you?â He muses from his desk, looking over your test results.
âMy what?â You try to contain your shock, but then again he could read you pretty well.Â
He gives you a âcmon reallyâ type of stare, âIâve known you long enough to know you donât ask questions unless theyâre relevant and of interest. Itâs easy enough to put two and two together.â He stands to place the blood pressure wrap around your arm. âSo how does your alpha feel about it?â
âTheyâre thrilled.â You stone face, eyes locked on your arm.
âReally?âÂ
âGiddy even.â You pout defiantly.Â
âI know itâs a touchy subject, but do you have any plans to mate with them?â You could hear the sincerity in his voice. You didnât want to hide anything from him, if anything he would be the one to help you figure it all out.Â
âI-Thereâs two.â You look up at him.
âTwo?â He gives you a perplexed look, before lightly chuckling. âYou definitely donât make things easy.â
âYea yea. Iâm the definition of the perfect patient.â You roll your eyes, a smile breaking out on your lips.
âThis might be an idea, but maybe you should test their scents against your heat?â He suggests, pulling the monitor away.
â...how would I do that?âÂ
âWell, your heat is coming up shortly so I would say to ask each of them for something to have with you during it. If your Omega reacts more to one scent then the other you know at least you know where part of you stands.âÂ
That could be a piece of the puzzle you could use.
----
A day out. You desperately needed a day out, especially with your heat approaching. Bless Felix for planning with everyone to finally get you out of the house. And like the bundle of sunshine he was, he decided it would be best to hit up all your favourite local pier. One that happened to be equipped with a few rides, bowling alleys, mini golfing courses and other small activities.Â
Of course the first plan of attack was a couple of the rides, your boot and all slugging into mechanisms. The last one being a sort of enclosed type tilt-a-whirl, which to be fair did have some pretty steep drops. The line was a little longer for this one, so you all cued together. When you got to the front of the line you had just begun sorting into smaller groups.
âIâll sit with Changbin and Minhoâ you volunteer, hand raising in the air. The two started to pack themselves into the enclosed bubble.
âReally?â Seungmin quips almost astounded that someone would want to. You roll your eyes, heading to follow them in.
âItâs groups of 3, and thereâs 9 of us. Does anyone else want to be crammed in a tight space with them?â You challenge, the look of horror on their faces was more than enough as an answer. âExactly.â
As you begin to enter the ride Minho holds his hand out for you, steadying you as you step over the gap. Changbin, waits for you to sit before closing the door behind you.Â
âAre you sure y/n?â Changbin asks, settling himself across from you.Â
âDonât be ridiculous. Iâve said it before and Iâll say it again.â Your tone annoyed but strong. âI like your scents, even if there was someone else wanting to come in with you Iâd still be here.âÂ
Minho turns away to try to hide the smile on his face, changbins sheepish smile is turned down to the floor. You couldnât help admiring how cute they were.Â
How did you not notice that before? âŚ.. you knew, being one disappointment after another you had turned off and locked down your omega. Becoming unable to view anyone as anything more than a friend. It was safer that way. In your old world only other primes were eligible for you to mate with. But maybe now it was time to turn it back on, let yourself notice things, let the possibilities in.
âOh I wanted to ask you guys a favour.â You pull them back, the ride slowly inching forward to let the next 3 in. âI donât know if Felix mentioned it but my heat is starting in a couple days and -â
âWe know.â Changbin cuts in. âUh, we know but Felix didnât tell us.âÂ
You eye him for a moment, there was something he wasnât saying. You glance at Minho.
âWe can smell it.â Minho to the rescue.
âSmell it?â You give yourself a quick sniff. You couldnât smell anything. At least you donât normally until the day of. âHuh. Ok? Well I was wondering if I could borrow something from each of you during my heat?â
Their eyes spring back to you. Shock is not the right word to explain what you see.Â
âMy doctor told me to test my omega. Itâs been mostly dormant for a long time because of my upbringing, so if there is something going on with usâ you motion in a triangle âseeing the reaction my base instincts might be helpful, you know? My omega might gravitate toward one of you.â
You could see it in their faces that they were contemplating your words carefully.
âI mean, it does make sense.â Minho agrees.
âBut what about you not being swayed by your omegas needs? Your choice?â Changbin seemed concerned.
âI will not let my omega mount either of you before this me decides how we might feel.â You give them the Boy Scout salute.Â
âMount?â Changbin bursts into a full laugh. Finally the mood lightens again. The three of you buzzing by the time the ride actually gets into full swing. You and changbin both needing to hold onto Minho as he yells about wanting to get off. Changbin just screams incoherently and you canât stop laughing.Â
Thankfully the rides controller takes pity on them and slows it down to let your group off. Both boys stumble out but still manage to help you off. The rest of your entourage wanting to go again.
You decide to head into the building that holds the bowling alley, your incline down the last steps proves to be a little slippery as your booted foot slides out from under you.
The impact with your ass and the carpeted floor makes you grunt. They both let out maniacal fits of laughter at your landing.Â
âHa.Ha. Help me.â You demand, pout uncontrollably appearing.
âWatch out if we donât help her back up she might use her prime voice on us.âÂ
âYea because that worked so well last timeâ you rolled your eyes and huffed. Thankfully they still help you into a seat next to an unused lane. âBesides, if anything it would just make you two high or something.â
âWhat do you mean?â That causes them to stop laughing.
âApparently itâs another possibility. That being fated to a prime means the voice doesnât work on you like other people. Alphas have no choice, their inner alpha hates it. Like nails on a chalkboard. But with fated it hits the serotonin and dopamine thrill.â You smirk, flashing them bright eyes batting your eyelashes.Â
âOur own personal dealer?â Minho chides.
âNice.â Changbin retorts, they high five. âIâll grab you shoesâŚ.or a shoe.â
âIâll grab drinks. You.â He points to you, then your chair.
You wave him off in indifference to scan around the alley. You guys hadnât been here in almost a year. It was almost scary how it hadnât changed at all. Still a musky smell of ocean water, easy pizza and burgers, as well as a hint of BO. The workers were younger than you remembered, but you were also older than you remembered. Chuckling to yourself at the nostalgia. Your eyes find their way over to Minho in the line for the concession.Â
His broad back and slender waist turned to you. He wasnât as slim as a lot of the members, Ji specifically. No one could beat that man's waist. He never really wore shirts that were tight fitted, which in hindsight could be quite a shameâŚ.that went for Changbin too. Minho was taller, with sharp features, but still soft to look at. But that was him, wasnât it?
He looked cold from the surface, not really responding or speaking but he was extremely observant. If you had to guess his love language would definitely be acts of service. He wasnât good at accepting compliments, which made it all the more fun to dish out. Watching the blush creep up his face as he tries to hide it. He really was dependable. There was no doubt about that in your mind. He had such a deep caring nature for those he cared about, anyone would be lucky to be bonded with him.
Just as you fall deeper into his silhouette, Changbin appears in front of you.
âShoe!â He chimes cheerfully. A single show for you and two pairs for them. Before you can say anything in response heâs down on one knee in front of you.Â
Pulling your good foot by your ankle he rests it on his leg, untying the laces and slipping your foot out. Heâs extremely fluid and delicate in his movements, itâs weirdly mesmerizing. His strong hand reaches over to grab the single bowling shoe, sliding onto your foot with ease.Â
How did he know your shoe size? Youâre sure thatâs something youâve never brought up before. You can see the top of his bleach dyed hair, his roots vaguely noticeable. Another observant one, he and Minho clearly shared that in common. However he seemed more like a words of affirmation type⌠He always knew exactly what to say in any situation. Always knew how to make someone feel better, he was truthful in a way that seemed more uplifting even with sour news. His shoulders were broader than your other friends, his ability to gain muscle was something to be desired for sure. His obvious soft eyes could turn fierce in a second if he felt he had to.Â
It took everything in you to not reach out to feel his hair run through your fingers.Â
And just like that you snap back out. Your shoe on and laced up, and Changbin standing to accept his drink from Minho. Minho doesnât say anything as he places a drink down next to you. You peer over at it not sure what you were expecting as you hadn't told him what you wanted.Â
He notices you staring at your cup.Â
âWater.â He states, sipping on his drink. âToo much caffeine doesnât sit well before your heat.â
He turns away, both men now replacing their shoes. They had moved on to another conversation. But you felt stuck.
âWaterâŚwaterâŚâ
How did he know caffeine makes you feel gross during your heat period? Youâve only ever mentioned it to Felix. Did Felix tell Minho about the caffeine? Did Felix tell Changbin your shoe size? How did they knowâŚ. When did they know?
Just as your minding your words to ask them about it, the others in your group come barrelling down the stairs. Laughter stealing your attention, maybe later. Youâd ask them later.
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Later your ass. You never did get round to asking, your mind in a sort of whirlwind since. But still the day before your heat Minho and Changbin showed up at your apartment, they both had decided the best thing to give you were one of the most worn hoodies. Apparently Felix told them you tended to get really cold between waves of need. Changbin had brought a black one and Minhos was a light gray. They had made sure the day leading up to they had worn them without taking suppressants. So they slept, ate, worked out (per your request) in the hoodies.Â
You thanked them, letting them know youâd wash them before returning and you were sorry for however state they ended up. They laughed and said they knew what they had agreed to.Â
And with that you locked yourself away, awaiting the pain and insufferability of going through your heat alone again.
Your doctor's idea was a good oneâŚ.well it would have been if you were someone else.
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The day after your heat ended you had managed to clean yourself and your apartment up. Your fridge was now empty of the premade meals that Felix had given you. Now understanding why they had an underlying smell of a bakery, Minho was the one who made them for you.
You had your answer post heat, but did it really change anything? Should you tell your doctor? Felix? Changbin and Minho?Â
You were already emotionally mentally and physically exhausted, but this was just ready to make your head explode. Deciding fuck it, you placed both sweaters unwashed in sealed bags. Keeping them separate from each other and from stinking up the whole building. Throwing them in your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. You texted Minho asking if they were both home stating you had to talk to them. He instantly replied that they were and you could come over anytime.
You rushed to get your shoes on and head over to their shared apartment. Of course they would share, now it makes more sense because of their pheromones and your understanding of them. Clearly something you once again didnât notice before.
Your fist against the door sounds a lot more aggressive than you meant it to be. Changbin opens the door, almost taking you by surprise, but donât let it stop you. Dropping your backpack onto the middle of their living room floor.Â
âAre you ok?â Minho questions quickly. âYou smellâŚsour?â
âDid something go wrong?â Changbins clearly worried. They both are.Â
âNoâŚwellâŚit did tell meâŚthings, I guess.â You fumble your words, which is most definitely not like you. âI just had to get out of there. I was thinking too loudly.â
âWe get it, itâs a lot to ask of youâ Minho reassures. Why did that make you feel even shittier?
âMy backpack.â You look down to the mass on the floor. âI brought your sweaters backâŚâ
âBefore you say anything y/n.â Changbin walks across the room to you. âWe have a favour weâd like to ask of you. Or at least we hope it could help?â
âWe were thinking, what if we each took an item from you for out ruts?â Minho joined him in front of you. âIt might not be the same as your heat, but at least youâd be reassured on our end that our alphas are 100% wanting this. Just likeâŚ..we are.â
âYou-?â Fumbled, seriously now was not the time to lose your ability with words.Â
âWe both have genuine feelings for you. Alphas or not. People to people. If we could have it our way, honestly weâd be willing if you wanted both of us. Our alphas agreeâŚâ Changbin smiles softly.Â
You take a step back, baffled by them. Two of the most capable human beings wanted you, you as a person. Not because you were a primeâŚand their alphas wanted to be with you too. Alphas wanting to be with a Prime, not only that but share? This was beyond a possibility. This was impossible. You let out a dry airy chuckle, now standing confident to face them.
âIn my backpack, are your hoodies. I didnât wash them.â From confusion to mischief, the look in your eyes hypnotizes them. You reach down, pulling out each sealed ziploc piece of clothing. Tossing them at the males they catch them effortlessly, without looking away from you.Â
âI think Iâll let you find out for yourselves.âÂ
They blink themselves back, glancing down to the packages in their hands. You see their jaws lock in place. Could it be worry, or theyâre both ready for their chance to be disappointed or is it the thought of being able to smell what you smelt like during your heat.Â
Regardless it didnât matter now. You all needed answers, you had heard theirs. Now they need to know yours.
Hesitantly, with shaking hands they open the bags in unisent, letting the smells intrapped inside to explode out. They both swallowed down a lump in their throats. You can see them inhale deeply and shudder. Something about watching them on edge, waiting for their answer, both wanting awakens your omega. Instead of fighting them down you let them watch, to take in the sights and scents with you. You can feel your left eye be taken over by your omega. For the first time, in your life your omega and you were working together.Â
During your heat you found a harmony within yourself you didnât know you could have.Â
Changbins shoulders roll back as the stress vein on Minho's neck protrudes. They reach in, taking a moment to look at each other exchanging a nod and pulling the garments out. The fusion of your scent on full blast and theirs erupts. It feels so thick it will probably stick to every surface in their apartment. Â
They scan over their individual pieces, you can see when they and their alphas understand what they are holding in their hands. Your omega purrs, feeling the pheromones of a pleased alphas circulating. They both hear it when you let the sound come out of your mouth. One eye normal, one omega taken.Â
âItâs difficult to wear two hoodies at all times.â Your voice sultry, vibrating with the purr from your chest. âMaybe one of you should give me some pants next time.âÂ
You smile widely at them. Their alphas are just as shocked as they are, looking to each other and what's in their hands it sinks in.Â
You wore both. The whole time your omega needed an alpha, you clung to both. You used both to fight for release.Â
âOr how about instead, you both join me?â You smirk. âBecause Iâve already starting falling for both of you.âÂ
The smile on their faces was beyond breathtaking. To think you might have missed this. You never wanted to miss this. Miss them.Â
The possibility seemed so unreal months ago, but now could only have been a definite since the beginning.Â
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hi hello!!! i hope you're having a good day today! <3
i hope this isn't too specific, but can i request a dean winchester x male reader where they were childhood bEsT friends (they had the biggest crushes on each other but they could never admit it), but reader ran away from home when he was a teen and never got the chance to say goodbye to dean, and now dean and reader accidentally run into each other years later after they're both adults and on a case, and they have a mixed feeling reuinion because dean is OVERJOYED to see reader again, but also he is upset that reader never told dean where he was going, or even said goodbye? tysm <3
Ofc!! Here you go <3
Runaway
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: Angst, but a happy ending :)
It was just another day on the job for Dean Winchester, the hunter with the rugged good looks and the devil-may-care attitude. He had been hunting monsters with his brother, Sam, for years now, and while the work was dangerous, it was the only life he knew. He was good at it, and he liked the thrill of the hunt.
As he walked through the crowded city street, Dean felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in years, not since he was a teenager. He glanced around, trying to figure out what was causing the sensation, and then he saw him.
(Y/n).
Dean's childhood best friend. They had grown up together, spending countless hours exploring the woods and getting into all sorts of trouble. They had been inseparable, until (Y/n) had disappeared one day, without a word.
Dean had never been able to forget (Y/n). They had had a crush on each other when they were teenagers, but they had never been able to admit it. And now, here he was, standing in the middle of the street, looking just as handsome as ever.
Dean walked up to him, feeling a mix of emotions. He was overjoyed to see (Y/n) again, but at the same time, he was upset that (Y/n) had disappeared without a word.
"(Y/n)?" Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper.
(Y/n) turned around, and when he saw Dean, his face lit up with a smile. "Dean!" he said, his voice filled with surprise and delight.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, lost in memories of their childhood. Then, Dean spoke again. "Where the hell have you been, man? You disappeared without a word."
(Y/n)'s smile faded slightly, and he looked down at the ground. "I know," he said quietly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just leave like that. I just... I had to get away, you know? Things were tough at home, and I needed to figure some things out."
Dean frowned. "What kind of things?"
(Y/n) shrugged. "Just... stuff. Family stuff. I don't really want to talk about it."
Dean nodded, understanding that some things were best left unsaid. "Well, it's good to see you again," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "What are you doing here?"
(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, as if he wasn't sure he wanted to answer. "I'm a hunter," he finally said. "I've been working on my own for a few years now."
Dean raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Really? You're a hunter?"
(Y/n) nodded. "Yeah. It's not easy, but I like it. It's... it's kind of like being a superhero, you know? Saving people, hunting things. It's a rush."
Dean chuckled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've been doing it for years."
They chatted for a few more minutes, catching up on old times and exchanging stories about their hunting experiences. Dean was glad to see that (Y/n) was doing well, but at the same time, he couldn't help feeling a twinge of hurt that (Y/n) had never reached out to him.
After a while, they parted ways, with (Y/n) promising to keep in touch. Dean watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions. He was happy to have seen (Y/n) again, but at the same time, he was hurt that (Y/n) had never told him where he was going, or even said goodbye.
As Dean walked back to his hotel, his thoughts were consumed by (Y/n). He couldn't believe that after all these years, they had run into each other again. It was like fate had brought them back together.
But at the same time, he couldn't help feeling angry and hurt. He had spent years wondering what had happened to (Y/n), worrying about him, and missing him. And (Y/n) had just disappeared without a word.
When he got back to the hotel, Sam could tell something was bothering him. "What's wrong, Dean?" he asked.
Dean sighed heavily. "I ran into (Y/n) today," he said.
Sam's eyes widened. "Really? How is he?"
"He's... he's good," Dean said, still lost in thought. "He's a hunter now, apparently. He's been on his own for a while."
Sam looked at him quizzically. "And that's a bad thing?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know. It's just... it's weird, you know? We were best friends, and then he just disappeared without a word. And now he's a hunter, and I had no idea."
Sam nodded sympathetically. "I can see why that would bother you," he said. "But hey, at least you got to see him again. Maybe you can reconnect."
Dean snorted. "Yeah, right. Like he's just going to waltz back into my life like nothing happened."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, maybe he will. Or maybe he won't. But either way, you should try to make peace with it. Life's too short to hold grudges."
Dean nodded, knowing his brother was right. But it was easier said than done.
The next few days were a blur of hunting and killing, and Dean didn't have much time to think about (Y/n). But he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them. They had been such close friends as kids, and now they were practically strangers.
It wasn't until they finished the hunt and were packing up to leave that (Y/n) showed up again. He was standing outside the hotel, looking nervous.
"Hey," he said, his eyes darting around nervously. "Can we talk?"
Dean hesitated, unsure. "I don't know if there's anything left to say," he said finally.
(Y/n) looked at him pleadingly. "Please, Dean. I need to explain."
Dean sighed heavily. "Fine," he said. "Let's talk."
They walked to a nearby park and sat down on a bench. (Y/n) took a deep breath and started talking.
"I know I disappeared without a word," he said. "And I'm sorry. But you have to understand, things were really bad at home. My parents were fighting all the time, and my brother was getting into trouble. I didn't know what to do, so I just... I ran away."
Dean listened, his anger slowly melting away. He could hear the pain and desperation in (Y/n)'s voice, and he knew that he had been through a lot.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," (Y/n) continued. "But I was scared, and I didn't know what else to do. And then, after a while, I was too ashamed to come back. I didn't know how to face you.â
Dean nodded, understanding. "I get it," he said. "But you could have at least told me you were leaving. I spent years wondering what had happened to you, worrying about you. And you didn't even say goodbye."
(Y/n) looked down at his feet. "I know,"
There was a moment of silence between them, and Dean couldn't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, he was glad to finally have some closure and hear (Y/n)'s side of the story. On the other hand, he was still hurt that (Y/n) had left without a word.
"I'm sorry," (Y/n) said softly. "I should have told you. I should have said goodbye."
Dean took a deep breath and looked over at his old friend. He could see the sincerity in (Y/n)'s eyes and knew that he meant what he said.
"It's okay," Dean finally said. "I forgive you."
(Y/n) looked up at him, relief flooding his face. "Thank you," he said.
They sat in silence for a few more minutes before (Y/n) spoke up again. "I missed you," he said softly. "A lot."
Dean felt his heart skip a beat at the words. He had missed (Y/n) too, more than he had ever let himself admit. They had been each other's confidants, each other's first crushes. But things had changed, and they had both gone down different paths.
"I missed you too," Dean finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
There was a moment of silence between them before (Y/n) spoke up again. "I know we can't go back to how things were," he said. "But... maybe we could try to be friends again?"
Dean thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Yeah," he said. "I'd like that."
(Y/n) smiled, and they sat in comfortable silence for a while longer. Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him as he sat there with his old friend.
As they got up to leave, (Y/n) turned to him. "Hey, Dean?" he said.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Thank you for forgiving me," (Y/n) said. "It means a lot."
Dean smiled at him. "Of course," he said. "We were always meant to find each other again."
(Y/n) smiled back at him, and they walked back to the hotel together. It wasn't a perfect reunion, but it was a start. Dean knew that there was still a lot of healing to be done, but he was willing to try. He had missed (Y/n) too much to let him go again.
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