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topazy · 5 months

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Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Mentions of SA, blood, character death

Chapter: 2.10

Lori gave you a knowing look while Andrea continued to whine about issues that weren’t real issues. While Maggie and Beth argued in another room, Andrea stated she thought you should try to encourage Beth to accompany you while taking Jace for a walk around the farm, insisting the fresh air would do the three of you some good.

You did want to snap back at her since Andrea was unhelpful most of the time, but you bit your tongue for the most part and started washing dishes in the kitchen. It’s not until Andrea mentions your brother and Shane being sexist since they always dealt with the more dangerous tasks, leaving the women behind to do all the housework.

“It's because they were cops! They risked their lives every day, and they know what they are doing.”

Andrea lets out an over-the-top huff, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, if they spent more time teaching us how to defend ourselves properly, then maybe we could share the load. I should be able to handle my own goddamn gun.”

“Oh yeah, because you’re so good at handling them.”

Lori shakes her head. She was trying her best to defuse the tension, but neither you nor the blonde were listening at this point.

“Excuse me?”

“Last time you fired a damn gun, you almost killed Daryl!”

—

You step out onto the porch with a fresh cup of coffee in your hand. It wasn’t the real stuff and properly tasted stale, but it was better than nothing. You sit down beside Maggie on the wooden steps and hand it to her. “I thought you could use this.”

“Thanks.”

“How is she?”

Maggie pauses before answering, “She’s alive.”

You give her a sympathetic smile. Things had gone from bad to chaotic in the last twenty-four hours. Beth had locked herself in a bathroom, broke the mirror, and then used the sharp material to cut herself; luckily, her father was able to stitch her wrist in time. Rick and Shane had taken the kid Randell somewhere far to leave him, but apparently the area was surrounded by walkers, so they brought him back to the farm, where he was now essentially a hostage.

“Since we got here, we’ve brought nothing but trouble; I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you do,” she says, letting out a slight chuckle. “But if I’m being honest, I’m glad you folks came here. I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

You watch as Daryl comes out of the barn covered in blood, which you assumed came from Randell. You feel physically sick thinking of what could have transpired behind those wooden walls. You tell Maggie, “I’ll be back shortly.”

You walk quickly to grab a bucket of water that was half full and a cleanish cloth that was hanging up to dry, and you call out after your friend, “Daryl, wait up.”

He keeps walking towards one of the wells. “I gotta go wipe—”

“The blood off? Yeah, I got you covered.”

He lets out a snort as he begins to wash his hands. “You just assume I’d come out covered in blood?”

“I noticed the cut on your arm earlier, and I don’t want it to get infected.”

Daryl glances down at his arms before cleaning them as well. Usually he was covered in more dirt and dried blood than the rest of you; what worried you was the uncovered cut on Daryl’s arm surrounded by dirt. He says, “You're such a mom.”

—

Daryl asks how your injury from the crash is healing as you make your way towards your group, which is sitting by the tents outside. The first thing you notice is the look on Shane’s face; he’s looking pissed off as his eyes dart between you and Daryl.

"Boy, there’s got a gang, thirty men,” Daryl says. “They have heavy artillery, and they ain’t looking to make friends. They roll through here; our boys are dead. And our women... they’re going to wish they were.”

Hearing those words come from Daryl, you instantly become scared. You avoid making eye contact with Shane as you walk towards him; he hands you Jace before resting his hand against your hip. He whispers, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Carol notices Daryl’s bleeding knuckles. “What did you do?”

“Had a little chat.”

When your brother starts to talk about ‘eliminating the threat’ you shake your head, not wanting to hear anymore, you decide to leave the conversation. “I’m going to take Jace inside.”

You didn’t doubt Randall was a bad person, and you believed you would rather wish you were dead if his gang tuned up, but you weren’t going to partake in anything to do with him.

—

“Can I ask you something?”

As soon as you hear Dale’s voice, you roll your eyes. You walked to the other side of the farm so you could be on your own with Jace. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Dale, but I’m not going to vote.”

“So you’re just going to stand by and let your brother kill the boy?”

You lean against a tree, continuing to stoke Jace’s thin, dark hair with your fingers. “My personal opinion on this doesn’t matter, but what does is keep our people safe.”

Dale looks disappointed. “So you agree with killing him; you just don’t want to admit it.”

Learning that Randall stood by and watched as men in his group raped two teenage girls in front of their father stirred something inside—emotions that you couldn’t shift. “All due respect, it’s different from us, Dale. I understand why it’s wrong, all of us against one kid, but…” You stop talking when your mouth suddenly becomes dry, and it takes you a moment to find your voice again. “I’ve met Randall’s before, and trust me, you want to be on the opposite side of them.”

Dale gives your arm a friendly squeeze and says, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He licks at his lips and says, “I spoke to Shane earlier to try and convince him to change his mind.”

“I imagine that went well,” you snort.

“He was dead set on never letting a man like that near you again, and I had a theory you met men like that in the past; that’s why I’m sorry. Nobody deserves—”

“Dale,” tears fall from your eyes. “Just please, don’t go there.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. Just—they listen to you, Rick, Shane; hell, even Daryl seems to value your opinion.”

You remain standing in the same spot as the older man walks away. “Dale?” He turns back around to face you. “How long did it take you to stop trusting Shane?”

“I never did.”

—

You stand by the front doorway of Greene's farmhouse; everyone has gathered to talk about Randall’s fate. You had already made it clear you weren’t getting involved, a decision that received mixed reactions; some thought it was unfair, while those closest to you understood why you weren’t getting involved.

You hold your hand out for your nephew and say, “Carl, I need you to come help me in the RV.”

He pouts, “What with?”

“I need you to help watch Jace while I mend a bunch of torn-up clothes.”

“Now?”

“Go.”

Carl sulks as he walks by you to go outside. You didn’t really need his help in the RV, but you, Rick, and Lori wanted him out of the discussion.

“You’re really not going to share your thoughts on this?” Dale asks.

You glance around to make sure nobody else is listening in before answering. “Honestly, I don’t know what I think. I want to believe I’m a good person who votes against it, but then I remember what he’s done, and then I’m unsure. But I do admire you, Dale; it’s not easy. Always remember who you are.”

He gives you a slight nod, and then you leave the house.

—

You’re unsure of how much time has passed by when you hear a loud yell of pain. “Carl, stay here with Jace and lock the door behind me.”

You run out of the RV and in the direction of the field. Your brother calls out for T-dog to get a shotgun as he follows closely behind you.

Spotting a walker trying to bite Dale, you pull your blade out of your belt and stab it in the head before pushing it off him, but you’re too late. Dale’s stomach had already been ripped open, and he was bleeding out. “No! Rick, Rick! Help, over here!”

Daryl is the next person to arrive. He kneels down and says, “Hey, buddy, you’re going to be okay.”

Rick and Andrea both scream for Hershel to come outside as soon as they see Dale, but you knew there was nothing he could do. You hold Dale’s hand and kiss his forehead. “It’s okay; it’s going to be okay.”

Dale was so confused by the loss of blood that it was hard to know if he knew what you were saying to him. But you could tell he was in pain and choking on his own blood from the way he gurgled.

“Shane... Rick,” with glossy eyes, you look up at them, your voice breaking. “He’s suffering; please do something.”

Rick points his gun at Dale’s head, but he’s unable to pull the trigger, so Daryl takes the gun from him. You move further back as Daryl kneels down, but you still hold onto Dale’s hand, not wanting him to feel alone.

“Sorry, brother.” Daryl pulls the trigger, ending Dale’s suffering.

#the walking dead #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh/reader #shane walsh fanfiction #shane walsh fanfic #Shane Walsh #Shane Walsh/you #shane walsh x you #tomorrow’s promise #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fandom #twd x reader #rick grimes x sister reader

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 1 year

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continuing the toxic/crazy baby daddy series😂:

Imagine the weekend rolls by once again. Dame is standing at the front door, waiting for BM to answer it. after waiting for about two minutes, BM finally opens the door with their daughter and her overnight bag in her hands.

Dame is excited to see his daughter, but he’s more focused/taken aback by what his BM has on. the velvet ruched bodycon dress she has on has his eyes glued to her frame as she hands him their daughter and her bag.

“where you goin’?”, Dame asks as his eyebrows furrow. “out.”, BM answers simply as that was all he needed to know. “out where?” getting annoyed with his questions, BM rolls her eyes. “it doesn’t matter, Damian.”

inhaling and exhaling to calm his rising nerves, his jaw clenched as he looks at the length of the dress, barely stopping below her ass. before he could say anything, BM realizes she forgot to put something in her daughters bag. “shit. i forgot to put her eczema lotion in there. i’ll be right back.”, BM says before running into the house.

while she’s gone, Dame uses this as an opportunity to pry some information from their daughter. “babygirl, do you know where mommy is going?”, he asks, looking down at his twin.

the little girl shakes her head no. “daddy, i want some juice.” nodding his head, Damian carried the child into the house and into the kitchen before sitting her down at the kitchen island. while he was pouring her juice, a ping comes from BM’s phone, which is sitting next to the daughter.

handing babygirl the sippy cup full of juice, Damian let’s curiosity get the best of him and he peeks over to see Terrances’ name with a heart emoji with the message ‘you ready for date night, ma?😏’

Damian damn near smashes her phone right there. “babygirl, go find something to watch on tv. i gotta go talk to mommy.”

“Okay,” his little princess says, grabbing her blue sippy cup. Dame picks his three year old daughter up and walks her to the living room. His BM hadn’t cleaned up the pillows on the floor from earlier when they were having a Disney movie binge. Damion doesn’t have to ask his daughter what she wants to watch, he finds Encanto and his daughter falls into the trap of that movie. She falls on her back and neglects her cup.

Dame tickles her feet which causes her to giggle before he jogs back to the kitchen to retrieve his BM’s phone. He makes his way upstairs and follows the sound of his BM moving things around in the hallway bathroom. When he finally makes it there, he peeks inside to find her checking beneath the sink. She’s on her knees with her ass facing him and her heeled feet. Dame slips inside before shutting the bathroom door. She looks up at him, some of her hair from the half up half down style falling over her shoulder.

“Where is my daughter? You better not have left her in the car Dame—”

“She’s watching Encanto as we speak. What’s this shit?”

Dame shows her the unread text notification from her Lock Screen. Her face was stony but her eyes were fearful. She picked herself up and snatched her phone from his grip, trying her best to ignore his impenetrable glare. She cut her eyes to the door but he was standing right there with his hand on the knob.

“FINE. Terrance is taking me out on a date. Why does it matter so much to you? We’re not an item anymore.”

Dame laughs, something he did often to calm his rage. She knew that.

Dame swiped his nose with his thumb, eyebrows creased, “You serious? Why do you keep playing in my face? I thought we already talked about this?!”

“Well I changed my mind!” She yelled, “I’m not doing this with you anymore. I don’t owe you nothing—”

“You fucking him after this date?” Dame questioned.

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. Dame’s eyes narrowed dangerously at her lack of response.

“Text Terrance back and tell him you ain’t coming. And if you don’t, I will. Think I’m playing.”

She laughed, “I’m not texting him, and neither are you. When are you going to learn that this is over?”

“When are you going to stop playing games and admit that you don’t want it to be over?”

She looks away, “Dame, MOVE he’s outside.”

“Oh REALLY?” Dame locks the door, “Then I guess you gotta let him know in person, ma.”

Her eyes ran up and down Dame’s body while he started to take off his denim jacket revealing a white T-shirt that fit him snugly around his biceps. The gold chain she bought him was still around his neck and it brought back all the memories of how she used to grip it when he was on top of her.

“Dame,” She couldn’t believe how shaky her voice sounded, “Get out of my way.”

“I’ll move when I’m finished with you,” Dame picks her up and sits her on the sink, “once I’m done fucking some sense into your defiant ass, I’ll send you to him with my cum drippin’ down your inner thighs and my scent ALL OVER YOU.”

She shuddered at his words, delivering weak pushes to his solid chest that eventually turned into her gripping his T-shirt in her fist. Dame pulled her panties to the side and got down on his knees so he could be face to face with what will ALWAYS BE HIS.

“If you letting me do this, you know just as much as I know, where you belong.”

He pushed her legs back and dragged his tongue over her lower lips while Terrence called her wondering where she could be.

#dame anderson #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #creedsmut #creed 3 #creed iii #creedimagine

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griefbacon · 1 year

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‘I had her first’

Daryl Dixon x reader

Description: hurt comfort, jealousy, overprotective, fight scene

She/they reader pronouns :)

The group had found Alexandria, a safe place to stay for at least awhile. She had met Daryl while still dating Xander. They hadn’t gotten close until after Xander and her had broken up. They started going on patrols and supply runs together, getting more and more frequent as days went on. Soon it wasn’t jobs anymore, it was walking around the forest, sharing food, laughing, everything. Daryl had asked them out almost 7 months since they started hanging out. Since then Xander had been insufferable, he was always in their business, practically stalking the couple, until one day emotions boiled over.

“ Say it again, I dare ya’ ”, Daryl inched closer to Xander. They couldn’t see his face, but the icy tone in his voice gave them a clear picture. “ I said that I had her first and you ain’t nothin’ ”, Xander spat, getting in Daryl’s face.

“ Daryl come on, let’s not do this ”, Rick interrupted, gesturing to them both. It was silent between the two men, neither breaking eye contact. It looked like a fight between wild animals, the snarls and grunts telling the other they were not going to back down. Rick’s attempt to defuse the situation wasn’t working, at all, yet he tried again,” Daryl, don’t do this, it’s not worth the trouble”. It was over when Xander piped in ,” listen to your master, dog ”, a silent ‘shit’ came from Rick.

A fist connected to his jaw and a fight broke out. I backed away from Daryl over to where Michonne was standing, she put a hand on my shoulder, still watching with wide eyes. I stared in shock at the sight before me, other men had jumped into action trying to pry them off of each other with yells from both groups. They dragged them off of each other, Daryl shoved them off of him and trudged into the woods while Xander was brought into a house to cool off.

Daryl had disappeared into the woods, Carol put her arm over their shoulder,” let him cool off, come on, let’s get you something to drink ”. She led her away from the scene, as they looked back towards the woods with worry.

They sat on their porch, swinging their feet off the side of the porch in thought. Mind swirling with thoughts of Daryl and his wellbeing.

Daryl walked out of the woods with a skinned and cleaning rabbit in his hand. He spotted them immediately, he always did. His face burned with embarrassment, ashamed of not keeping his cool earlier. He stomped past them.

“ Daryl? “, he stopped, she looked at him with concern as he turned around to look at her, grunting in acknowledgment. They walked towards him, holding his face in her hands she stared intently. He was bruised and battered, they rubbed their thumb over dried blood, scraping it off in the process. “ Are you okay? How are you feeling? “, she asked softly, worry lacing her words. Daryl avoided her gaze in favor of staring at the ground, shifting on his feet.

“ M’fine “, he said, nonchalant, she pressed her lips together in a thin line. “ Come on, let me clean you up “, they grabbed his hand, leading him to the house. He trailed along after them, cheeks still hot from embarrassment.

They ran the water, fiddling with the knobs to get the temperature just right as Daryl watched from his seat on the counter. He couldn’t help but feel slightly dizzy at the thought of her cleaning him. She turned to him ,” strip and get in the bath, I’ll clean you “, they left the bathroom, clicking the door shut, he stripped, settling into the bath. The heat soothed his aching muscles as he relaxed.

They knocked at the door, calling to him. He grunted as a sign to come in. She clicked the door open, holding a towel, wash cloth, and different clothes he could wear. She sat the clothes and towel on the sink tenderly before turning to him with the cloth. Getting on their knees, wetting the cloth in the water and lathering it with soap. She goes to wash him but hesitates, Daryl’s face was flushed as he gave her a slightly confused look, “ is it okay if I touch you? “, his heart skipped a beat, it was a simple gesture, asking for consent, but he couldn’t help but melt. He nodded, she grinned ,” okay, at any point tell me if you get uncomfortable in any way “.

They washed him, scrubbing away the built up grime and sweat on his body. She periodically checked on him, making sure he was still okay and not uncomfortable, to which he nodded. She washed his hair, using their nails to massage his scalp ,” Daryl? “, he barely registered his name as he peeked open his eyes to look at them. “ Hmm? “, they stopped scrubbing his scalp ,” Daryl tell me how you feel, tell me what happened “, his face scrunched at the memory, not wanting to think about it. “ Please? I’m worried about you “, he sighed and caved in ,” I’ got angrier the more he spoke about ‘chu, saying how he had you first, it.. didn’t feel good’ “.

Her face saddened at him, he was so clearly insecure, how did she not see it sooner. They brought his face to hers and kissed his forehead tenderly. Daryl leaned into it, enjoying the intimacy, they pulled away, Daryl subconsciously chasing their touch. They cradled his face in their hands ,” whether or not he ‘had me first’, you have me now, I love you, I adore you, I have no interest in him anymore, you are my focus, the apple of my eye “, he stared into their eyes, searching for, something, he wasn’t sure what.

They kissed him again, bringing him closer, it was long, meaningful, it wasn’t about the kiss, it was about their love for each other, the whole reason she was bathing him, sitting with him at the camp, laying by his side at night, they loved him. They pulled away, Daryl had stars in his eyes, that told him everything he needed to know.

“ Are you ready to get out of the bath? “, he nodded, allowing her to help him out of the bath and handing him a towel. She unplugged the drain, watching the dirty water wash away. She dried his hair and brushed it, untangling the knots being careful not to pull too hard. They helped him into some comfortable clothes and led him to bed.

They crawled into bed together, Daryl laid his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat. “ I love you Daryl ”, he heard her sleepy voice say, he reared his head up and kissed her on the cheek,” love ya’ too “, he laid his head back down, feeling secure in the arms of his lover, his reason to keep going.

They ran the water, fiddling with the knobs to get the temperature just right as Daryl watched from his seat on the toilet. He couldn’t help but feel slightly dizzy at the thought of her cleaning him. She turned to him ,” strip and get in the bath, I’ll clean you “, they left the bathroom, clicking the door shut, he stripped, settling into the bath. The heat soothed his aching muscles as he relaxed.

They sipped their tea, hanging her legs off of the porch in thought. Daryl still hadn’t got back yet, their mind swirling with worry.

Daryl walked out of the woods, he held a skinned and cleaned rabbit. He noticed them, but embarrassment kept him from walking inverted and checking on her. They looked up, hearing heavy footsteps practically running away from them.

“ Daryl? “, he froze in his tracks, turning to them, grunting in acknowledgment. “ Are you okay? How are you feeling? “, they abandoned their tea on the porch in favor of walking to Daryl, examining him. His face was bruised and battered, dried blood crusting off when she brushed over it with her finger. Daryl’s face burned from the attention they were giving him, still not used to her eyes on him.

“ m’fine “, he brushed their hand away, reluctantly, face still red from the contact. She stared intensely at him, he couldn’t help but avoid her gaze and shifted his feet. It was silent for awhile before she spoke ,” let’s get you cleaned up “, they grabbed his hand, leading him to the house.

#x reader #twd x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #hurt/comfort #jealousy #overprotective #she/they #twd rick #twd michonne #twd carol

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Fixer Upper (Hangman x Reader)

Summary: Who said girls can’t help fix the car?

“Alright turd blossom,” Jake muttered under his breath as he turned the socket wrench. “You’re gonna cooperate with me one way or another.”

He was a mess, a complete filthy mess with oil and black stains all over his skin, his white-beater and his dark washed jeans from endless hours of working on that ‘67 Impala that he and the guys had found at the junkyard just a few days prior. The thing was an utter nightmare, needing one thing after the other as far as parts, paint and tires were concerned. How Bob and Payback had even gotten it into the garage was a complete mystery to him.

Jake hummed along to the song playing from the radio, blurting out the words as he knew them and remembered them, the songs bringing back memories of his middle school mixtapes.

He didn’t even notice the slapping of small sandals on the concrete floor until he felt the urgent tugging of his pantleg. When he looked over, there was Molly, his small, redheaded daughter in her denim shorts and her American flag tank top. God she was adorable.......adorable, but feral as hell.

“Hey princess,” Jake greeted happily. “Where you been? I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Geneva and Auggie and I beat up a bully at the playground!” Molly declared proudly.

Jake was stuck somewhere between being proud of her but also fearing the wrath of the parent. “Who was the bully?” he asked.

“Julian,” Molly chirped. “And his mean sister.”

Ah so it had been Julian and Brianna Roach they had gone after. Jake knew of them and knew them well along with their bitchy mother, Hillary. He smiled a little knowing what would come later. God forbid the witch should catch your aunt if she ever came down his way.

“Did they come at you first?”

“Yeah,” Molly said. “Brianna pulled Geneva’s hair.”

Jake kept his musings to himself as he kept turning the wrench. “Ok,” he said. “You come here and you can help.”

Molly pushed her small wooden stepstool up against the tire of the car, watching her father as he worked. “Wanna get Daddy’s tools when he needs’em?”

“YEAH!” Molly shouted.

Molly helped him until the noon sun began to fade well into evening, getting things that Jake needed out of his toolbox and even putting them in where they belonged. It wasn’t long before Molly had smears of black grime on her face, clothes and little hands but neither she or Jake ever cared.

“Aw shit,” he joked. “This is Daddy’s JAM!!!”

He picked a giggling Molly up and placed her on the shelf of the work bench as the radio blared the song. He picked up his beat up old Navy baseball cap and placed it backwards on her head, tickling her sides to get a laugh out of her, singing the words with her.

“ Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again “

Jake tickled her again, scooping her right up in his arms and littering her dirty cheeks with kisses until she turned red in the face from laughing. “Alright my mini Muhammad Ali,” he said. “Let’s go get cleaned up. Mommy’s probably got dinner waiting.”

Into the house they went with Jake bringing her up the stairs to the bathroom and setting her right down in the bathtub. “Stay put,” he told her.

He had just been about to leave when he caught you in the hall. “Ah! No!” you told him. “You two are absolutely filthy.”

“Babe I’ll strip as soon as she’s had a bath,” he chuckled.

“Ok give her a bath and then it’s straight for the mudroom with you,” you told him.

Jake laughed as he helped Molly strip off her dirty clothes, tossing them in the laundry basket in the hall. It took everything in his power to get all the dirt and grim off of her, but as soon as he had her dried off and in a fresh set of clothes, he could finally get himself cleaned off.

As soon as he was ready, he followed Molly as she barreled down the stairs to her twin sister Missy. He didn’t even need to say anything as you looked up at him. For the both of you, it was moments like these that made life worth living.

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #top gun family au

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deanwstories · 2 years

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righteous

fandom: Supernatural

pairing: Dean/Michael, Sam & Ruby

wordcount: 1,535

synopsis: Complete AU to season 4. Instead of Castiel saving Dean, it was Michael who stepped in and carried Dean’s soul out of hell. Michael recreated the Righteous Man’s body molecule by molecule using his archangel grace. Of course, using archangel grace has consequences that no one could have foreseen. Nephilim!Dean

Author’s Notes: This is cross-posted on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41992410/chapters/105422910

This is an on-going story.

Part 1

Nothing good ever happened on Tuesdays - especially if your name began with ‘D’ or ‘S’ and ended with ‘Winchester’. Sam could attest to that.

The day started out normal enough. Sam woke up at seven to the alarm on his phone - no ASIA’s Heat of the Moment, thank god. He groaned and rolled onto his side, hoping the alarm would just stop or his phone would die. Of course neither happened and he was stuck listening to the damn thing for a few minutes before he realized he had no choice but to greet the world.

Once he turned the alarm off, he went to the bathroom to grab a quick shower, glancing over to the other bed on his way. Empty. As usual. Dean would’ve been still sleeping, probably would’ve complained about Sam’s shrill alarm and tossed a pillow at him. He reached the bathroom door and gripped the handle tight enough to hurt. Dean’s often in his thoughts even months after his brother’s death.

Sam shook his head, trying to clear it before he could linger on Dean. He’s dead and there was nothing he could do. He headed into the bathroom.

By nine AM, Sam’s showered, shaved and dressed in a clean black tee and nice looking dark blue jeans. He quickly threw on his jacket and grabbed his duffel bag and headed for the door. He gave the motel room a quick once over before leaving, not wanting another reminder that he had just finished a hunt alone.

By nine thirty he was in the driver’s seat of the Impala and starting up his older brother’s beloved Baby. It still felt strange, out of place, for him to be seated behind the wheel. He’d find his gaze drifting to the passenger seat, the seat he normally occupied, the one that was currently empty. He hesitated before reaching to turn the radio on. He imagined Dean sitting beside him, that trademark grin on his face as he said, “Heya, Sammy.”

Sam felt his fingers start to tremble as he thought about Dean.

The radio blared out, “This one goes out to the man who mines for miracles.”

Sam jolted from his thoughts.

Bon Jovi’s voice echoed in the car. “This one goes out to the ones in need.” Sam sat frozen for a minute, listening to the lyrics. “This one goes out to the sinner and the cynical.”

A quick flash. Dean looking at Sam with a huge grin on his face. Sam looking back skeptically. “Really, Dean? Bon Jovi?”

“This ain’t about no apology.”

“Bon Jovi rocks. On occasion,” Dean had said. “Come on, Sammy.”

“This road was paved by the hopeless and the hungry. This road was paved by the winds of change. Walking beside the guilty and the innocent. How will you raise your hand when they call your name?”

Sam took a deep breath and turned the radio off.

Dean’s not here.

The image of Dean wavered. “Really, Sam? I’m right here.”

Dean’s not here.

His smile looked a little more broken.

Dean’s not here, Sam chanted in his head.

Dean disappeared.

“But I still am,” he murmured to himself before peeling out of the parking lot.

At noon, Sam found a small diner in some podunk town in the middle of Nebraska. He ordered a salad and a glass of water. His phone rang half an hour in. The caller ID simply read “Ruby”. Sam answered it immediately. “Hello?”

“Hey, Sam,” Ruby said.

Hearing the familiar sultry voice of the demon again has Sam rubbing his right wrist nervously. It has definitely been a while since Ruby let him drink. He hesitated for a moment, checking around the crowded diner for prying eyes. “Um, hey, so when are you swinging by?”

He didn’t miss the little chuckle from the other side of the phone. He told himself he didn’t care what Ruby thought of him and his need for demon blood. It’s been hard without Dean around and Sam had to find ways to cope. Besides demon blood made him stronger. Dean wanted him to survive and this was to ensure not only his survival but to ultimately achieve his goal, which was killing Lilith. It was the next best thing other than bringing Dean back from hell, which he had tried and failed to do.

Yes it went against Dean’s wishes. He was definitely still using his powers but his brother was dead now. It didn’t matter. He was doing this for Dean.

“You really need it that bad, don’tcha, Sammy?” Ruby asked.

Sam ignored the nickname. Only Dean gets to say that, he thinks.

Then.

Dean’s not here.

“It’s Sam. And you know the answer to that question,” Sam growled. He hadn't finished his salad yet but suddenly he wasn’t hungry anymore. He stood up and dug out a few crumpled bills and tossed them onto the table. Ruby’s quiet for a minute longer than Sam would have liked. “Where are you? I’ll come to you then.”

He heard a little sigh on the other end. “Look, Sam, I told you the deal. I come to you when I think you need it. I think you’ll be fine just a little longer. Don’t you still have some blood stashed somewhere?”

No he didn’t. He’d used the last of it a week ago. He mumbled, “No. It’s all gone.” He left the diner. “Why can’t you come by?”

There’s a small pause. “I have some…things to take care of.” Sam frowned. He didn’t like the vague answer.

“What kind of things?”

Ruby didn’t answer.

Sam’s frown deepened. He’s in the Impala again. “Ruby, come on,” he said.

Ruby sighed. “Important things, Sam. I can’t tell you just yet.” Sam snorted. Of course. Even though they’ve been together since Dean’s death, there was so much that Sam felt like Ruby was keeping from him. Typical demons. “There’s something big that’s going to go down.” Huh. That, of course, caught his attention.

He straightened up. “What kind of something?”

Another pause. Sam’s tense, ready to demand Ruby to just freaking tell him what was going on or fuck off. Then the demon sighed again. “I don’t know.” Her voice was shaky. Huh. That was new. Ruby was always calm and collected. For her voice to be this affected, it really was something big. Sam didn’t like it. “I don’t know, ‘kay? No one’s saying anything. But it’s like a sense, like I can feel it in my bones, Sam. Something big is going down and it’s going down soon. I just called to check up on you.”

Right. Sam blinked. None of what Ruby was telling him was making him feel any better.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

What could possibly make demons like Ruby scared like this?

Was it Lilith? Was she getting stronger?

But that couldn’t be right. She’d tell him if it had anything to do with Lilith.

Then what? Another demon? Something more powerful than Lilith?

Or maybe it was something else, something that wasn’t a demon.

He must have taken too long to answer because next thing he knew, Ruby was calling his name. He blinked. “Uh, sorry.”

“Right. Sure. Anyways, I was just saying that I have to go now. We’ll meet up next week for sure, okay?”

He wanted to groan. Ruby was making him wait another week? “Sure. Okay,” he mumbled. He needed it now though. He clenched his fingers, feeling the nails biting into his skin. He ignored the sting.

“Oh, and Sam,” Ruby’s voice rang in his ear, “be careful.”

“You too,” Sam said.

Ruby hung up.

Sam sat in the Impala just staring out the window for a while. He wished with all his heart that Dean was here with him. Dean would have known what to do. He always did.

He blinked. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Fuck,” Sam said and wiped it away.

I can’t keep doing this, Dean. I don’t know how.

He watched his reflection in the rearview mirror. He looked a little tired and broken.

An image of Dean bloody and lifeless in his arms flashed in front of his eyes.

Lilith’s shrill laughter in the background.

“You’ve got nothing now, Sammy. You’re just a broken little boy playing pretend. Give up already. Your mommy’s dead. Your daddy’s dead. Now your precious brother is dead. You lost, boy.”

Something inside Sam pulsed.

Was he really going to give up? Let Lilith win? After what she did to Dean?

He knew exactly what he had to do now.

He gripped the wheel.

He had to get stronger.

At one PM, Sam was on the road again.

He was crossing the state border by four.

It was just a little past that when he saw it - the strange white light that seemed to encompass everything for miles.

Sam slammed on the brakes.

It was exactly 4:07 PM when Michael finished creating Dean Winchester’s body molecule by molecule.

A minute later, Dean’s body sent out a pulse of white light.

The signal that the Righteous Man lived once more.

Dean Winchester woke up in a small pine box on a Tuesday.

#dean winchester #sam winchester #ruby #michael #demons #angels #fanfic #dean winchester x michael #dean x michael #dean winchester has powers #powerful dean #angelic dean winchester #nephilim dean winchester #sam winchester has demonic powers #wip #supernatural

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slashingbeauty · 3 years

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What would Simon Kalivoda's first time with the reader be like?

Hoo boi! I love that this gets to be my first Simon post. But since it's going to be NS///FW i will be posting it under a read more!

All characters are written as 18 and since this is gonna be not sfw Minors Don't Interact!!! THANK YOU!

He's literally so cute here i cry.... Now let's get on with the headcanons!

Simon is so goofy! Like just in general, but also when doing anything else, like making out or getting past first base.

So sweet and comforting and caring!

Just for sake of these headcanons, let's say y'alls first time is when the witchy stuff is happening.

You're in the bathroom with him and making sure there is no blood on him.

He sees some blood on your stomach and notices it's a small cut, he of course has to clean it for you. He just has to. He needs to be sure that it's completely clean.

When he's done making sure it's clean, and that you aren't in pain, he notices you staring down at him.

He stands back up, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Hey-" he begins, real slowly, "can I kiss you?"

You only nod.

His kiss is soft and slow at first, but as soon as you kiss back and snake your arms around his neck he loses all composure.

He has you pressed against the bathroom wall, tongue down your throat, hands wandering under your shirt.

"I've never done this..." You'd whisper to him.

"Yea, me neither, at least not physically," he smirks at you.

After he asks, and makes sure you're giving one hundred percent consent, he's all in baby!!

It's sloppy and fast, and he probably cums pretty quickly, but you reassure him it's okay!!!

He definitely loves foreplay! He wants you to feel good too!

Loves leaving little hickies/bite marks on your neck!

Makes jokes the entire time honestly, until he's about to cum cause that shit hits different so he ain't about to be joking.

I feel so strongly about simon i may write a fic based on this! let me know if you're interested in that!!

#simon kalivoda #fear street #fear street 1994 #simon kalivoda imagine #simon kalivoda x reader

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38riku · 2 years

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AOT SONG SCENARIOS

synopsis: scenarios based on songs by black artists that I think radiate their energy. these are rlly short.

warnings: none

EREN // tell ‘em by cochise ft. snot

you two were on a drive with the windows down and music up. your aux was connected, this song blasting through the speakers of his car.

his head was bopping along to the best as soon as it came on. he would momentarily take his hands off the steering wheel to make hand signs (no gang shit) and fingers guns.

you two alternate parts. “what we doin?” “what we doin” and in $NOT’s verse he has all the adlibs ate down.

you guys are dancing in sync. moving your body and arms side to side as he mimics them. just feeding off of each other’s energy while riding down the highway.

ARMIN // almeda by solange

he was helping you take out your braids. you were seated comfortably on the floor in between his legs. he was on top of your bed, making sure to throughly unbraid and remove all the hair that wasn’t yours.

this song was playing in the background. you had just gotten out of the shower, your vanilla body wash and shea butter moisturizer still wafting in the air along with the scent of your maple sugar candle.

the television was on, reruns of shows like martin and family matters on but neither of you were paying attention. that, and your dim lamp the only source of light in the room.

just a calm, intimate vibe.

JEAN // fuck it up by yg

you were showing jean the outfits you had bought at the mall with your friends earlier that day. you would exit the bathroom with a new ensemble, him taking pictures of you each time and showering you in complements.

this go round you had on an emerald green silk dress. it reached just above your knees and complimented your skin tone beautifully. he let out a low whistle, standing to get a closer look and twirling you.

the chorus of this song started, “fuck it up girl, gone fuck it up girl”

you guys started to mess around. throwing it back on him while he flattered you with sweet words. afterward, it was no surprise that dress was his favorite.

he’s the “wear what you want I can fight” type so you’d be wearing that dress very soon if he had any say in it.

LEVI // sure thing by miguel

you were cleaning up after dinner, forcing him to shower because he was tired after a long day at work. humming quietly to the music that played, you didn’t notice him enter the kitchen in pajama pants and a t-shirt.

he didn’t announce himself. just admiring you in this domestic setting, realizing how much he loved it here with you not that he didn’t know it already.

this song came on as soon as you finished up. he wrapped his arms around your waist, startling you a bit but soon relaxed in the hold of your lover.

you could hear him humming the song as he swayed the two of you to the beat. he smelled like mint and strawberries, his hair still damp, but neither of you cared.

focusing on the moment between you two and the unseen love between you strengthening.

CONNIE // megan’s piano by megan thee stallion

connie was picking you up from the salon. he had just got a fresh cut- undoubtedly acting a fool because of it. you didn’t mind, especially since your hair just got laid.

the confidence you two emitted separately was through the roof but together? it skyrocketed.

sitting the passenger seat snapping pictures and videos, showing your fine man in each one, it wasn’t until the familiar piano intro caused you to ditch your phone. opting to turn up the music instead.

connie has perfected the head roll and hand flip combo to the point even you hyped him out. “hoes hate me cause I’m the it girlll I ain’t never ask to be the shit girl.”

just two hot girls feeling themselves after their hair appointments.

i was listening to almeda and decided to do this. it’s such a good song.

#black reader #aot x poc!reader #aot #black y/n #eren jaeger #eren x black reader #armin x black reader #armin arlert #levi x y/n #aot scenarios

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 3 years

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#256

“Figured you’d follow me in here. I saw you…. What? I ain’t got time for this. Are you a faggot, or not? If you are great then get the fuck over here, otherwise piss off…. Thought so. Before you get on your fucking knees where you belong, strip naked faggot…. You heard me. I want a naked faggot to service me, or I will take a piss then go back to my truck and jerk off….

“Look faggot, there’s been no traffic on this road for hours. I haven’t seen any while I was driving, and you haven’t seen it either, or you wouldn’t have made a bee line following a big fat trucker who probably has a tiny cock in here. It’s just us, and it will be just us until the morning. Now fucking strip or I’m outta here.

“Atta fag. Keep your eye lowered. And I better start hearing some Yes Sir’s coming from your mouth…. Like that faggot. You got it….

“Hand me your panties. Give them to me. Typical faggotware. None of you ever just wear fruit of the loom. Now, it’s this designer shit. Well they are mine now. I’m going to add them to my collection. Faggot, you want my load, you do what I say.

“Now kneel on this cold tile. Keep your head lowered. Spread your legs wide. Place your hands behind your back. And don’t move an inch.

“You faggots are all alike. You will degrade yourself for a real man’s cock. A gay man would have had some pride and left after my ultimatum. You are a dirty disgusting faggot —kneeling naked in front of a real man. Hold still. I’m going to add my own layer to your filthiness. I came in here to piss. And you are going to wear it. Your head… your chest… your… well what do you know? Your tiny pecker is rock hard too.

“Neither of us are in doubt that you are a total faggot. Open your toilet mouth. I want to practice my aim from five feet away. I’ll try not to get any in your eyes. But if I do, fucking deal with it. Go ahead and swallow. I know you want to. This is the nectar of your god for fuck’s sake.

“Look you got me hard too. And I haven’t even drained half my bladder. Look at my cock. Bigger than you expected hunh? Not all fat guys have tiny dicks.

“Now, turn around and show me your cunt. Yeah, reach behind you and pull apart your cunt cheeks. And make sure your face is in a piss puddle. That is a pretty, pretty cunt. And it’s… fucking hell. You are pre-lubed. You fucking dirty faggot whore.

“Right to the nut. Fuck yeah. Scream your fucking head off faggot. No one will hear you. No one cares about your suffering. Not me, not even you. You just want this fucking load in your cunt. Don’t worry faggot, you are going to get it.

“It’s not going to take me long. Your cunt is so fucking smooth. Clamp down. Beg for my load faggot. I know that’s what you want. That’s what you need. Beg me for it…. Louder. Louder. Scream it. Fuck yeah faggot. You’re gonna get it. Here it comes faggot. Here it fucking comes. Urgh! Urgh! Fuck! Fuck!

“Hoo yeah!... Stay put. I’m not done. Now I can finish pissing. Oh man. Whew! Wow. When I pull out clamp down.

“Fuck some squirted out. Faggot, you need to learn to control your cunt. Now for clean-up, open your mouth. You always need to thank the man that just dumped a load in you by offering to clean him up. Swirl your tongue around. Now pull off.

“This place is a mess. There’s piss all over the place. Your clothes will do good to soak it all up. Like this. Don’t fucking look at me like that. You are a dirty filthy faggot. You should be proud to wear the piss of a real hard-working man.

“Faggot if you are still horned up—and your pecker hasn’t gone down one bit—I have been known to go two or three times on a given night. I’m here for the next 10 hours. I plan on nutting a few more times before I go to bed, and maybe a load when I wake up. If you want those loads, then meet me at my truck.

“But know this, I’m going to require a lot more out of you. Bathroom sex is fun, but I am looking to do nastier, filthier, and more depraved things to you. If you don’t want to, you get your clothes, get in your car, and we will be done for the night. But if you come to me, you will first need to put all your clothes, phone, everything in your car and walk over to my cab. The only thing you bring with you are your keys. You leave in your car all your clothes, any jewelry, your shoes, and most importantly your dignity.

“Next to my cab on the ground, I will place a metal bowl. Empty your cunt’s contents into it. Then slide it under my cab. Then get into the most degrading position you can think of. And you wait. I don’t give a shit who else is here to see a naked faggot debase himself.

“I will call you up when I am ready for you. When you come in, you lose the right to say no to anything I demand. You got that? And when I am done with you in the morning, I’m going to kick you out, and you will walk back to your car naked. Again, I don’t give a shit who is here. If you have any questions, no one cares. I’m going to my cab.”

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twdsunshine · 2 years

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Broken: Pt. 10

Summary: Mechanic!Daryl AU. Tabitha Dean has returned to her hometown for the first time in years, fleeing a life that isn’t quite what she thought it would be. When her car breaks down, the mechanic who comes to her rescue is none other than Daryl Dixon, the shy, strange boy that she remembers from her school days. But a lot has changed since then, and, when Tabby’s life catches up with her, she finds herself in need of someone to fix her broken parts. Is Daryl up to the job?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Warnings: Language, mentions of domestic violence

Word Count: 4,626

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*****

Daryl stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking a moment to brace his arms on the edge of the sink and just breathe. His tanned skin was unusually pale, the smear of blood across his cheek, where he’d rested it against Tabby’s head as he held her, standing out in stark contrast. The sight of it made him feel nauseous, and he swallowed hard, dipping his gaze to the water that was swirling in the basin. With a muttered curse, he began to wash his hands, scrubbing away the traces of crimson and soaping them up twice to make sure they were clean before pulling open the cupboard below and retrieving a battered first aid kit. It had been a long time since he’d had a use for it, but it was still his habit to keep it well-stocked, just in case. He found he had to psych himself up to return to the living room where Tabby waited, tucked into one corner of the couch, a mess of cuts and bruises that he was sure would take less time to heal than her mind. He couldn’t bear to see her like that, and, each time his eyes raked over her, it hit him like a punch to the gut. He was already making plans in his head to ensure that this never happened to her ever again, no matter what it took.

Folding himself down beside her, he propped the kit on his knees, moving to brush her hair aside before stopping himself with a frown. “S’alright if I touch ya?” He knew he was probably asking too late, had already held her in his arms and reached out to her to offer comfort, but he also knew that the fear could come in waves, and he didn’t want to just assume that it was okay without checking in and gaining her consent.

“You don’t have to ask,” she assured him, though she swept it back over her shoulder herself, tucking the dark locks behind her ears to keep it out of the way.

He shrugged. “I know what it’s like. Sometimes… Sometimes ya just don’t wanna be touched after. I remember that. Still ain’t good with it now.”

“Neither am I,” she confessed, “except with you. I trust you.”

He nodded, moving to gently grip her chin, angling her face so he could inspect the gash on her forehead more closely. “Might have to stitch that.”

“I figured. Probably this one too, huh?” She tugged up the sleeve of her sweater, revealing a deep laceration on the inside of her forearm that he’d been unaware of before. “Glass from a picture frame,” she explained at his questioning look. “Threw my arm up to protect myself. You know how it is.”

“Still glass in it,” he observed as he tugged her hand into his lap, leaning over the wound and tilting it towards the sunlight streaming in through the windows. “Gonna need to get that out.”

“Great.” She was gritting her teeth in anticipation of the pain, he knew, but there was little he could do to help. In the past, he might have offered her a shot of whiskey, but he’d learned the hard way that alcohol acted as a blood thinner, and he didn’t want to risk it when she might have other injuries that she’d yet to show him.

“I’ll do it quick,” was the only promise he could make, and she sank back against the cushions with a hesitant nod, turning her head away as he pulled out a pair of tweezers and set the kit aside. “Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anythin’,” he told her. “Tell me somethin’ good.”

She thought for just a moment before asking, “Y’know what I was saying before? About how you’re more like my dad than I realised? Did I ever tell you about the time he taught me to ride a bike?” He listened as he worked, probing tentatively at the tacky blood that had congealed around the cut until he could reach the small shard buried within. Her voice was steady, her tone even, despite the fact that he knew he must be hurting her. At the shake of his head, she went on. “So, he did that typical thing parents do, that whole ‘I won’t let go, I swear! Just keep pedalling!’ And I did. I was whizzing down the street with the wind in my hair, feeling like I was flying or something. I still remember it now. But I was so lost in the feeling, the exhilaration, that I closed my eyes.” She flinched, though Daryl wasn’t sure if that was at the story or because he’d begun to gingerly work the piece of glass out of her flesh. “Hit the edge of the sidewalk like a jackass because I wasn't looking where I was going, and, of course, Dad had let go twenty yards back. I bit it; straight over the handlebars, onto the concrete.”

“Ouch.”

“Right? I scraped myself up good, but the worst part was all the little stones that embedded themselves in my skin. They were really deep in there, and Dad picked me up and took me home, and then he did this. He pulled out a pair of tweezers and started to pick them all out. Except he asked me to sing to him as a distraction.” At Daryl’s amused look, she pointed a finger at him. “Don’t even think about it.”

He smirked, and it grew into a victorious smile as he finally pulled the shard free and held it up for Tabby to see. “Got it!”

He dropped it onto the arm of the couch and twisted to rummage through his supplies, tugging out a sealed bottle of saline solution and a wad of gauze. Tabby was watching him warily. “Oh God, I hate this part.”

“Gotta clean ya up ‘fore I can stitch ‘em; the rest of yer cuts too. Don’t want ‘em gettin’ infected.” He hesitated for a moment, casting his gaze over her before clearing his throat. “Ya got any others ya need me to take a look at?”

“Hard to tell. Everything hurts.”

Daryl swallowed hard, his mouth going dry as he gestured towards the bottom of her sweater. “Ya mind if I…?”

He watched as colour stained her cheeks, and she caught her lip between her teeth, seemingly caught in a silent debate with herself before she nodded. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

His fingers curled into the soft jersey fabric, slowly easing it up the length of her body so he could pull it carefully over her head, and he’d imagined doing exactly that, more times than he would ever admit to, but it had never looked like this in his mind. One side of her rib cage was a mess of red and purple, and she had more bruising further south on her stomach, as if a fist or a boot had been driven into it with vicious force. There was an angry bite mark on the swell of her left breast where it spilled over the top of her bra, and he moved without thinking, raising his hand to trail his fingertips over the indentations, receiving a sad sigh in response.

“Shit, Tab...” His touch slipped to her ribs, and he moved his hands gently over the mottled skin, applying light pressure here and there. “S’it hurt if I press right here?” She hissed in pain, and he couldn't help but mirror her grimace. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She fixed him with a tight smile, though it did nothing to hide her discomfort. “They’re broken, right?”

“Few of ‘em, I reckon. I’d take ya to the emergency room, but-”

“-there’s nothing they can do.” Another strained smirk, and she cocked her head to one side, studying him as she admitted, “I know. Been there, done that; a couple of times, actually. You too, I’d imagine.”

“Mmm. Once or twice.” He busied himself opening the solution and pouring it onto a section of gauze, ready to start cleaning her up, and, when he next looked up, her face had fallen, her mouth trembling with emotion. “Hey…”

“Are we bad people?” He hadn’t been expecting the question, and his gaze locked with hers, wishing he could read her mind so he might know the right thing to say to make everything better. “I mean, I don’t know about me, but I don’t think you’re a bad guy. I think you’re the best guy.”

“Tab-”

“What did we do to deserve this, Daryl? What did we do to deserve any of this?”

*****

Daryl had fallen silent as he cleaned Tabby’s cuts and scrapes, working methodically, the tip of his tongue sneaking out of one corner of his mouth as he concentrated on the task. His touch was a soothing balm to her pain, despite the sting of the salt solution as it soaked into her open wounds, because he was being so gentle with her, so kind, his callused hands soft and tender as he wiped the blood from her skin. She wasn’t sure that anybody in her life had ever handled her with such delicate care, and she felt almost drunk on it, her discomfort numbed by his efforts to fix her, to make her better, make her whole again. A part of her wondered if it was partially driven by the fact that he’d never had anyone there to do this for him when he’d been broken, beaten down; if it was his own abuse that had resulted in him having such a big heart, being so unselfish and loyal to a fault. She supposed she would never know for sure, but, as he set down the gauze and reached for a disposable suture pack, she was more grateful to him than she would ever be able to put into words.

He began with the gash on her arm, and she fixed her eyes on his face, tried to focus on the furrow in his brow, the darker ring around the vivid blue of his irises, the crooked slant of his mouth and the different shades of brown and silver in his scruff, rather than the repetitive bite of the needle as it pierced her flesh. He wasn’t conventionally handsome, she knew. He was too rough around the edges, his gaze a little too sharp, his hair a little too long, his expression reverting to a dark scowl by default. But when he smiled, which happened just rarely enough that it felt like a treat to see it, he took her breath away. That sharp gaze softened and brightened, his cheeks would flush with just a slight tint of pink, and he’d duck his head, the tips of his ears peeking out from his mess of dark hair, and she’d find it impossible to tear her gaze away, captivated by him. He was smiling at her now, though there was too much concern behind it to seem genuine, and she pulled her arm back to study his handiwork.

“Not bad.”

“Lotta practice. S’always easier on someone else.” He reached for another length of suture thread and nudged his chin towards her. “S’get the other one done. Then I can get ya some ice for them ribs.”

It proved awkward to find a comfortable position that would allow him the access he needed to the wound on her forehead, and Tabby ended up lying along the couch with her head in Daryl’s lap as he bent over her, his breath ghosting over her face. It almost made it easier, the intimacy of the close proximity. When the pain was almost overwhelming, she let herself get lost in his eyes, not having to search hard for the affection that resided there, only slightly masked by his worry, and, when that almost felt a little too intense, she let her gaze drift to his lips and remembered how warm they’d felt against hers, firm but yielding as he’d sated her hunger for him with devastating kisses. She could lose hours kissing him, she’d discovered, and she had; would willingly have dragged him to her bed on many occasions, but she’d always held herself back because she’d known, somehow, that the issue of Shane wasn’t resolved. It had felt too easy to pack a bag and slip away, too simple. And, of course, she’d been right.

“Yer good,” Daryl announced, snipping off the last suture and wiping over the stitches one last time.

“Thank you.”

“Can ya sit up?” When she tried, letting out a soft cry of pain, he slipped a hand beneath her back, supporting her weight until she was sitting upright. She twisted round so she could set her feet on the floor and turned to look at him, finding that he was watching her tentative movements with a frown. “Y’alright?”

“Mmhmm. I will be.” She leaned forward as far as her ribs would allow, and he caught on to her intention, moving to meet her and cupping her face, his touch feather-light. His lips were the same as they brushed against hers, and she knew he was afraid of causing her any more pain, though she longed to really feel him, to know that he was still there. Their fight and the hurt that she'd caused him still felt heavy in her chest, and she knew they had more to talk about when the time was right, that she couldn’t expect too much from him before they’d figured things out, so she forced herself to pull away, reaching for her discarded sweater and untangling it, needing to keep her hands busy.

“Need help with that?”

“I’m good.”

“Aright then. I’mma get ya that ice.” He climbed to his feet and made to leave the room, calling over his shoulder, “Don’t go nowhere.”

But, honestly, Tabby thought as she tugged her sweater back on, breath catching in the back of her throat as the movement sent pain spiking through her, even if she’d had anywhere else to go, there was nowhere she’d rather be.

*****

Daryl passed the rest of the day watching over Tabby as she slept. He’d given her the strongest painkillers he could find in his bathroom cabinet, and she’d crashed out not long after, stretched out on the couch with an ice pack on her ribs and the sun’s rays dancing over her face as it moved across the sky. He’d dragged a wooden chair in from the small table in his kitchen, setting it up beside the TV so that he’d notice if she stirred, intending to scroll through his phone, or flick through one of the car magazines that Rick had lent him, or perhaps work on another carving, but, instead, he’d found himself just gazing at her, marvelling at the fact that this girl, this woman - so beautiful, so strong, so incredibly brave - actually seemed to like him, to think he was worthy of her time, to want to kiss him and wrap herself around him until he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. It was still something he struggled to wrap his head around.

On the few occasions when he managed to tear his eyes away, his focus was on the street outside his window, his senses on high alert in case Shane should appear, ready to go another round. It wouldn’t be hard for him to track her down, Daryl knew. He’d obviously caught on to the fact that they were friends, at least, would know his name from his overalls and where he worked. Anyone in town would be able to point him in the right direction. That was the problem with small towns. There was nowhere to hide.

As the sun began to sink lower in the sky and dusk closed in, she finally woke, groaning quietly and blinking in confusion, as if she couldn’t quite work out where she was.

“Daryl?”

“Hey, m’here. Y’alright? How ya feelin’?” She was frowning at him, hissing through her teeth as she tried to sit up, and he immediately moved to crouch at her side to help her. “Probably should’a woken ya, made ya go to bed. Couch gets real hard if ya sleep on it long enough.”

“No, it’s… it’s okay.” Shaking her head, as if to clear the fog of sleep from her mind, she ran her hand through her hair, grimacing as her fingers caught in the matted tangles. “How long was I out?”

“All day, pretty much. S’the adrenaline an’ the shock wearin’ off. It gets ya like that sometimes.”

“All day? Really?” Daryl nodded, chuckling as she stifled a yawn. “God, I’m sorry. I’m the worst houseguest ever.”

“Nah, y’ain’t a guest.”

She arched a brow at him. “I’m not?”

“Nah,” he said again, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, feeling his face flush a little with heat. How was he supposed to explain, he wondered, that she didn’t feel like a guest because… because it felt like she belonged there, in his home, at his side; that she’d barely been there twelve hours, and, already, he desperately wanted her to stay. He couldn’t. He was partially responsible for the state she was in and, because of that, he’d relinquished any right to say those things to her, even if he had been able to find the words. Instead, he just shrugged and muttered, “Yer just… Tab.”

“Right.” She made to climb to her feet, wincing at the movement, and he pushed himself upright, one arm slipping around her to support her as she straightened up. For a moment, she froze, her face screwed up against the pain, and he hated it, hated feeling so helpless, but then she shot him a small smile, her hand slipping behind him and coming to rest against his spine, fisting the fabric of his shirt. “Thank you.”

“S’alright. I got ya.” He held her steady for a moment, waiting, and, when she didn’t move again, he frowned. “Where ya goin’?”

“I- I don’t know,” she admitted. “Just felt like I needed to stand, stretch out my joints.”

“Alright then.” He swung round to stand in front of her, letting his hands fall to her hips as he gazed down at her, unable to contain his grin when she reached up to tuck his hair back behind his ear. He knew it was getting too long and probably needed a cut, but, if it meant that she touched him like that, he doubted that he’d get it done any time soon. “Ya hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Thirsty? Ya should probably drink somethin’.”

“No, I’m okay.” She let her head fall forward to rest against his chest, and he stepped closer to her, letting her nuzzle into him. He could still smell the faintest trace of the perfume that she would’ve put on the evening before, but it was overwhelmed by the sickeningly metallic scent of blood, and she must have come to the same realisation as she lifted her face from where it rested against him and asked, “Could I take a shower?”

“Yeah, course.” He hadn’t bothered to offer before, unsure if it would worsen her pain to rub shampoo into her hair and lather herself up, but he could imagine that she was feeling pretty gross and uncomfortable. “If yer sure yer up to it?”

She nodded, and he tried not to notice that she was walking with a noticeable limp as they slowly made their way down the corridor to the bathroom, pausing while he reached into a small closet and pulled out a fresh towel for her to use.

“S’just through here.” Daryl led her inside, releasing his hold on her to lean into the shower cubicle and start the water running, holding a hand under the spray and adjusting the heat until it grew warm. When he turned back around, Tabby was shuffling awkwardly on the spot, her face flushed pink, and he immediately understood why as he ran his eyes down the length of her body. “Ya need help?”

“I’m not sure I can bend to get my boots off,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper, “or my jeans. I’m sorry, I should’ve thought before I asked.”

He nodded, already dropping to his knees on the hard tiles, determined not to give her time to feel embarrassed. “S’alright. I got it.” His fingers fumbled for a moment with the zip of her boot, but he sucked in a breath and forced himself to concentrate, finally managing to tug it down before moving on to the other. When they were both undone, he glanced up at her. “Grab hold’a my shoulders.” She did as he said, her grip biting as he lifted one of her legs and tugged one boot free, then repeated the action on the other side, finally pulling off her socks, which elicited a giggle from her and broke the tension for just a moment. It returned tenfold when she let go of him to fiddle with the fastening of her jeans, and he tried to focus his eyes elsewhere as she popped them open. Then she was grasping onto him again, and he took that as his cue to reach for the waistband, where it sat low on her hips, and slowly peel the denim down her shaky limbs. He could feel the tips of his ears growing warm as he revealed the smooth, pale skin, inch by inch, but the large bruise blossoming on the outside of her thigh brought him crashing back down to earth. “I’mma fuckin’ kill that asshole,” he muttered.

“What?”

“Nothin’.” Tearing his attention away from the dark purple-black mark, he stripped her trousers off of her, one leg at a time, reaching up a hand to keep her steady when she was in danger of losing her balance. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore his close proximity to her bare flesh, and peered up at her from behind the hair that had fallen across his eyes. “Anythin’ else ya need help with?”

“Oh, no.” She seemed a little off-kilter herself, her hands trembling as she twisted them together, her cheeks burning a deep red. “No, I, er- I think I’ve got it from here. Thank you.”

“I’ll leave yer bag in the room across the hall so ya can get dressed after.”

“God, I don’t even know what’s clean and what’s dirty in there,” she sighed. “I wasn’t exactly thinkin’ straight when I packed it. I need to go through it and-”

“It can wait.” His tone was firm as he cut her off, taking in how tired she looked, how drained. He was pretty sure the shower would deplete the little energy she had left, and she’d be more than ready to crash again when she was done. “I’ll find ya somethin’ for now.” He made to turn away, pausing for a second as her fingers fell to the hem of her sweater, trying not to think about the heart-wrenching injuries underneath. “Ya need anythin’, just shout.”

“I will.”

*****

When Tabby had finished washing herself, her whole body ached again, yet she felt much better for sluicing away the dried blood and sweat that had clung to her skin and working the worst of the tangles out of her hair. She wrapped the towel around her and stepped out onto the tiles, making her way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom across the hall. It was immediately obvious that it was Daryl’s. A small ottoman stood in one corner, the crossbow he used for hunting leaning up against it. An assortment of shirts - half, it seemed, with the sleeves torn off - spilled from a rickety chest of drawers, and there was a bottle of cologne perched on the top, almost full, as if it had only been purchased recently. The bed, a small double, looked like it had been freshly made, and, on top of the covers, she found a long-sleeved plaid shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Guessing they were for her, she dressed as quickly as she could, grateful that she could slip the shirt on without having to reach up and pull it over her head, combed through her hair with her fingers and padded back out into the living room.

She found Daryl sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, staring into the empty hearth, with his arms looped loosely around his folded knees. He seemed lost in his thoughts, and she wished she knew exactly where he was in his head, whether she was imposing, if he was still mad that she hadn’t told him about Shane before they’d become whatever they were to each other, but then he glanced up and saw her, watching him, and his scowl morphed into a crooked smile. “Ya look better for that.”

“I feel better for it,” she agreed, fiddling with the cuffs that dangled over her hands. “Thank you. And thanks for the clothes.”

“They’re too big for ya,” he observed, crawling over to her so he could roll up the legs of the pants and stop them from dragging on the ground. “Gonna break ya neck walkin’ round like that.”

He looked up at her, and she couldn’t resist reaching out to smooth the hair back from his face, revealing the full effect of the gentle affection in his eyes. “You’re always looking out for me.”

“Someone’s gotta.” Climbing to his feet, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, cocking his head to one side, and she wondered what it was doing to him to see her in his shirt, his pants, because it was definitely having an effect on her that she was trying to push down. “Ya sure ya don’t wanna eat?”

She shook her head. “Not hungry. Can I… I mean, can we just… hang out for a little while? Like we would at the cabin? I just wanna… forget for a bit.”

“Mmhmm.” He was gnawing on his bottom lip, nodding in understanding. “Yeah, we can do that.”

She settled herself on the couch, waiting for him to drop down beside her before leaning into him, fidgeting to find a comfortable position that would allow her to curl herself against him without putting too much pressure on any of her breaks and bruises. When she stilled and relaxed, he let his arm fall around her, thumb stroking over the fabric that covered her hip as he clicked on the TV. Tabby watched while he flicked through the channels, finally settling on an old black and white western, and she focused her eyes on the screen, but her mind was elsewhere. Wrapped up in his shirt, with her head on his chest, and the lingering scent of him in the air, she felt like, with every breath she took, she was drawing more of the man beside her into her lungs, and it was a heady sensation, everything about the earthiness of him, the smokey tang, calming, reassuring. She felt safe, she realised, despite the fact that Shane could appear at the door at any moment, having somehow sensed her contentment and needing to destroy it, to remind her that she belonged to him. Daryl wouldn’t let him hurt her, she knew that, and it brought a sense of peace that she hadn’t been expecting to feel whilst the wounds were still so fresh. Still, as she felt the soft brush of Daryl’s lips against the top of her head, she embraced it and settled in, wanting nothing more than to be held by him as she succumbed to her exhaustion once again.

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Vows Pt.3

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Series Summary:

The last battle with Negan doesn’t go as it should, with Negan coming on top, and so reader, Daryl’s girlfriend, offers herself as a wife to Negan if he doesn’t kill Daryl or anyone else. Negan accepts, he won’t kill anyone but will take reader as a wife, and he’ll take Daryl and some of the others to the Sanctuary as prisoners, promising not to hurt anyone if reader is one of his wives and the communities work for him.

This has both flashbacks to reader and Daryl’s story since meeting to now, and the present with reader living at the Sanctuary as a wife, trying to keep Daryl and their people safe, and she and the other wives dealing with Negan, plotting… (This is not a Negan x reader fic!)

Warning: It is very implied that reader has sex with Negan to keep Daryl and the others safe, even if I don’t write explicit sex.

You opened the door to Negan’s bedroom and walked inside.

It was big, also with luxurious furniture, and a king-size bed, in which Negan was sat down against the headboard, seemingly swiping through a magazine, and he looked up at you as you walked in.

“Well, now…” Negan looked you up and down, whistling with that smile that made you anxious. “So that’s what was under all the dirt and baggy clothes…almost didn’t recognize you, doll.”

“Yeah, me neither…” You muttered.

The last time that you had wore something like that, a dress, makeup, it had been for Deanna’s party, and you had been feeling as ridiculous as now, barely recognizing you in the mirror either…

Then…

“Hello?”

You heard a woman’s voice and you looked down the stairs, finding one of those Alexandrian new neighbors of yours, and you wondered what the hell was she doing there. “Hey…you need something? You asked as you walked downstairs, you had been about to take a shower to try and get ready for the party that Deanna was hosting that night.

“No, sorry, I just came to bring you some things,” the woman explained. “The man gutting rabbits outside told me that you were inside and not much else.” The man gutting rabbits…you almost snorted. You should tell that to Daryl. “I bring you clothes.”

“Oh, thank you, but there were clothes already here.” More than what you had honestly expected.

“I know, but I wanted to bring you something else, I got you all girls some night dresses so you can choose for the night.” The woman grinned and even if it seemed ridiculous to you, she seemed nice and helpful, and so you didn’t say anything. “Also a bag of makeup and some razors, I bet you all are dying for it after all this time.”

No, not really, you hadn’t even thought about it… these Alexandrians really lived in another world. You didn’t want to be mean, though, and so you nodded curtly. “Okay, thanks.”

“I’ll leave you to get ready and I’ll see you tonight!”

Soon you were in the shower, scrubbing your body with the berry scented body wash. You had washed your hair a couple of days ago so you didn’t bother with it, you weren’t sure if it’d dry on time for the party. Once outside the shower, you glanced at the makeup bag and the razor. It was stupid, but the woman had managed to make you feel self-conscious, probably without meaning to, and so you ended up using it.

There were some hairpins too and you pulled your hair away from your face and into a half-updo, pinning it in place. One of the pins was bigger, decorated with a butterfly, and you placed it at the side of your head. You had to admit that it was pretty.

Looking at yourself in the big mirror of your bedroom, you decided that you looked…strange, you looked strange, with that dress, light makeup and all that. Like a girl playing dress-up. You moved from side to side, inspected yourself, and you only managed to feel more like an idiot…this didn’t suit you…you had thought that it was stupid, but still, part of you had hoped that you would look nice, but looking in the mirror, you could only think that you looked silly and strange, and like you were pretending to be someone who you weren’t.

You decided to stop looking at your reflection, afraid that you’d do something stupid like ruin your makeup or tear the dress, and instead, you went to look for Daryl to see if he’d made up his mind about going to the party or not.

You opened the front door and found Daryl still sat down on the porch. He looked up at you and scoffed. “You look ridiculous.”

You knew, deep down, that Daryl didn’t mean to hurt you, that he was moody since arriving at Alexandria, but you had been feeling ridiculous and silly enough by yourself, and it hurt. He was right, you looked ridiculous, you had been an idiot.

Your eyes filled with tears that you weren’t able to stop, and you turned around, rushing back into the house and almost running upstairs and into your room, closing the door behind you. You yanked the dress off you, almost getting tangled with it on your hustle, and throwing it to the floor. It was a dress stupid as you. You rubbed your tears, you’d ruin your make-up, but Daryl was right, you looked ridiculous.

The door of the room opened but you didn’t turn around. “Y/N…” Daryl called for you softly, but you were too embarrassed to look at him. The door closed again and Daryl walked to you. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m a prick.”

“You’re honest,” you said, hating that you sounded like you were crying.

“No.” You felt Daryl’s hand on your bare waist and then his lips on your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You said what you think.” You shrugged, struggling weakly when Daryl wrapped his arms around you to hold your back against his chest, but you gave in and let him hug you. “You’re right.”

“I don’t think that,” he murmured. “I was an asshole.”

“It’s stupid, having a party in the apocalypse, and shaving and putting on make-up and wearing ridiculous dresses,” you said bitterly. “And I did look ridiculous.”

“You don’t.” Daryl kissed your cheek and then let go of you. He picked the dress from the floor and before you knew what was happening, he had thrown it over your head and was trying to get your head through the neck hole and your arms through the straps, and when you ended up tangling in it you could help but laugh.

“Stop it, just…stop.”

Daryl did stop, smiling softly when he saw you laughing, and you put on the dress properly, looking down shyly, but you couldn’t help your smile when you felt Daryl’s knuckles caressing your bare arm softly.

“You look nice,” he told you, and you scoffed. “You do.”

“You just say that to make me feel better.”

“No, you look nice, Y/N,” Daryl said again, kissing your lips softly before you could say anything, and then your forehead. “I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it. I know I ain’t…that I’ve been a prick since we arrived here…”

“You’re not.” You reached to hold his hand and squeeze it. “It’s just taking you time to adapt, and I understand, I feel strange too…we’ll get used to this place together, okay?” Daryl nodded, giving you a small, half-smile, and you kissed his lips again.

When you pulled back, Daryl cupped your face with his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek, before moving to the butterfly pin at the side of your hair. “I like it.”

“Thank you…” You bit your lip, smiling like an idiot. “I hadn’t wear hairpins in…forever.” You chuckled and Daryl kissed your cheek before pulling back. “Or makeup, or…” Something came to your mind and you felt shy again. “Daryl…does, uh…does it bother you that I, uh…that I hadn’t shaved in like…uh, forever, almost…”

Daryl blinked at you. “Are you seriously askin’ me that?” You shrugged and Daryl snorted.

“It’s just…you know…with all the dead walking, and like…surviving and there’s always stuff to do, and…going from here to there, and…yeah, surviving, all that…so I hadn’t even really thought about that until now…so…”

“Y/N.” Daryl stopped you, looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were making a big deal out of it. “I don’t give a fuck.”

“Okay…okay…good…” You smiled and chuckled at yourself, you didn’t know what had gotten into you that day. “I should fix my make-up…”

Daryl nodded and looked at the bathroom. “I, uh…I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Are you?” You knew he still felt weird about it and all these Alexandria commodities.

“Hmm hmm…guessed that I should before goin’ to that damn party.” Daryl shrugged and you couldn’t believe his words.

“Are you coming?” You grinned and Daryl nodded. “Thank you, Daryl, really.” Daryl didn’t say anything, just shrugged again and kissed your forehead before getting into the bathroom, and you went to find him some clean clothes while he showered, looking at yourself in the mirror again…maybe you didn’t look that ridiculous…

Now…

“Look at me, darling,” Negan said, and you forced yourself to do so. “Are you scared of me?” He asked and you shook your head, you would never admit that. “Good. In case those others didn’t tell you, I don’t hurt my wives. Now get that pretty ass in here.”

You could have said many things. How he was already hurting you, having your family, friends, Daryl captive, with the threat of them being tortured and killed, forcing you to be with him…but you didn’t see the point on saying anything like that, it’d just lead to arguing, and you didn’t want to risk the safety of anyone by contradicting Negan and angering him, and so you just did as you were told, and went to join him on bed.

You were sat down on Negan’s bed, sheets wrapped around you to cover your body, no matter that he had just seen you naked. Negan was sat down too, and you weren’t looking at him but you felt his eyes on you. You glanced at him, finding him looking at you with that smirk of him, and you looked away again.

“Can I leave?” You said.

“So soon already, darling?” He purred. “You don’t want a repeat.”

You shrugged. “Abby said they were going to watch a movie.”

“And you rather watch a movie than bang your hot, brand new husband?”

“Do you want me to answer that?” You said before could stop yourself, and Negan’s dangerous smile grew. He scooted closer, reaching out to tangle his fingers in your hair, and you tried not to squirm away.

“You know what I think would be even more fun than bang you?” Negan purred and you shrugged. “Bang you and then go tell dear Daryl everything that you and I do…you think he’d try to kill me? I think so, yeah, he’s a rabid dog with no brain, of course he would try, that’d kill him…if I didn’t kill him first…hell, we could just go and get at it in his cell, that would be fun…”

You slapped Negan, hard, and you didn’t know who was more shocked at it, Negan or you. You looked at him with wide, scared eyes, while Negan looked at you in silence, and then a smile spread across his face.

“If you wanted to turn me on, you managed.” Negan chuckled, but then he grabbed your wrist. “Never slap me again if I don’t ask you or I’ll cut Daryl’s hand and bring it to you. Got it?” You nodded and Negan smiled in that way of his. “Good girl...” He purred

Negan didn’t say anything for a couple of tense minutes, seeming to study you. “I can see you biting your tongue all the time around me, don’t think I don’t notice, trying to be all nice and proper...” He chuckled. “But every time I say anything about Daryl? You lose it. You’d kill for him, don’t you?”

“Already did.” You nodded. “As you can see…I’d do pretty much anything for him.” You waved at Negan.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Negan smiled darkly. “I wonder what he did to deserve it…I think he’s just a dirty, stupid dog. You know, I always say, people are resources, everyone is useful, but him? I think I’ve had him around enough to know that he’s worth nothing.”

You were about to explode again, to punch Negan, your brain losing its common sense for a second at his words, but you noticed Negan’s shit-eating grin and you realized that it was what Negan was trying to accomplish, and you stopped yourself.

“Sorry doll, don’t take it to heart, I just like to jab you about him, you look adorable, getting all cute and angry, it’s fun.” He chuckled again.

“Yeah, it’s super fun to talk shit about my boyfriend and joke about raping me in front of him,” you muttered angrily.

“Excuse you? Watch that tongue of yours. There’s a strict no rape policy in this place and everyone better fucking knows than to mess with that rule. Already castrated and left to bleed out a couple of men for that.”

You looked at Negan at that, and he did seem to believe what he was saying, you almost scoffed. “Negan. You have sex slaves.”

“Excuse you again? I have wives…and the spoilest wives in all this shit of a wasteland. You all said yes, no one of my wives is here against their will, and if you are, then you can leave in this fucking moment, doll.”

“And let you torture Daryl, then?” You said and Negan shrugged as if it was obvious. “Then, I’m not free to go.” You scoffed.

“You are, you agreed to make a deal with me,” Negan insisted and you gave up, there was no point on keep talking about that. Whether he didn’t see that by making you sleep with him in order to keep Daryl safe, it was pretty much the same as him forcing you to have sex with him , or if it was just that he didn’t want to see it, you didn’t care, there was no point on talking about it.

“Whatever…I want to go watch a movie, can I?”

“Sure, doll…you’re free to do as you please,” Negan said and you tried not to scoff. “Don’t be mad, doll, I was just teasing you about our dear Daryl, I know he’s not good for nothing, I liked him, I wanted him as a savior.” You nodded, you guessed that it’d be best to leave on Negan’s good side, for the sake of Daryl.

“Okay.”

Negan placed his hand on your neck, pulling you to him and kissing you, and again you had to stop yourself from shoving him away. “Go watch a movie …but since you don’t want to have more fun, say to any of the others to come here, they can pick who.”

You groaned internally, you didn’t want to make any of the others have to go to sleep with Negan because of you. “Okay, we can fuck again, whatever.” You grumbled and Negan chuckled.

“You’re so cute when you’re annoyed, doll.” He gave you that shit-eating grin. “No, I don’t want to spend you on your first night here, come on, go enjoy your movie, and tell someone else to get their pretty ass here.”

“Okay…” You couldn’t help it, and maybe you were selfish, but you were relieved. You got up from the bed, trying to reach the nightgown to get dressed without letting go of the sheet, but Negan yanked it away from you, taking you by surprise, and you gasped, making him let out an amused chuckle and slap your ass when you cursed under your breathe.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, doll,” Negan said once you were dressed and you nodded awkwardly without looking at him, squirming out of the room.

Once back to the wive’s main room, everyone turned to look at you, and you wrapped yourself in the robe, self-conscious.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Noemi asked you and you nodded.

“He, uh…said that he wants any of you now…”

“Seriously?” Frankie looked at you. “You were already there, couldn’t you leave him spent enough?” You weren’t sure if she was annoyed or joking, but some of the others chuckled.

“I, uh…I’m sorry…” You murmured.

“So…who’s going?” Frankie asked.

“I’ll do it,” Lila chimed in. “So I’m picking the movie tomorrow.”

“You always want to watch that romantic crap,” Abby complained.

“Would you rather go?” Lila retorted.

“Nah, okay, we’re watching romantic crap tomorrow.”

Lila nodded and got up, making her way to Negan’s bedroom, and you watched her go, feeling guilty, though nobody seemed to make a big deal out of it. You guessed they were used to stuff like that.

“Come on, sit down to watch a movie,” Noemi told you. “We also got you something to eat.”

“I, uh…thank you, but…start without me, I…I want to have a shower again…”

Noemi squeezed your arm softly. “Okay, sweetheart, dinner will be waiting for you when you’re ready.” You nodded and went to the shower again.

When you walked out of the bathroom, some of the others looked at you but they didn’t say anything, letting you be. You walked to your room and noticed that Amber was in the bedroom that she shared with Lila. She was lying on the bed and crying, and you wondered if something had happened while you were with Negan.

You didn’t try to ask her, or to comfort her, everyone seemed to just be letting her be, and you felt like crying enough yourself, you didn’t think that you could be of any help, and instead you went to your bedroom.

You took off the robe and put on one of those black dresses, wishing that you had something else. You had hidden Daryl’s shirt under the mattress and you took it. You sat down on the bed and wrapped the shirt around you, snuggling with it. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine that you were with him, somewhere else, somewhere safe, at home, Alexandria, the prison, anywhere but there.

The door of your bedroom opened and Abby walked in, closing the door behind her. You thought that she might scold you about being again holding Daryl’s shirt, but she didn’t say anything about it, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“The first day is the worst…it’ll become routine at some point,” she told you, as if trying to comfort you, but you couldn’t see it becoming routine at any point. “Hey…We’ve been talking while you were away. We’re going to trust you with something.”

You looked at Abby at that, confused. “What?”

“Negan can’t know about this, if you cross us, don’t think we’d go softer on you for that than he would, okay?” Abby warned you and you nodded, frowning. She gave you a small plastic package with some pills inside, and you just frowned more.

“What’s this?”

“This one is a morning-after pill.” Abby pointed at one. “The others are contraceptive pills, we don’t have many left, but they should last us for a few months, better take those than having to take another morning after one. I’m guessing you don’t want to end up with baby Negan even if he wants it.”

“Shit…” You hadn’t even thought about that, and it took you a bit not to straight-up panic. “Shit…yes, yes, thank you…” You took the morning-after pill and swallowed it without even bothering to get some water.

“Hide those better than you hide that shirt,” Abby told you and you nodded.

“How did you get these?” You didn’t think that contraceptive pills were easy to find, condoms were scarce enough, and then they had to smuggle those in there if Negan didn’t want them to take them.

“A while ago Negan ordered a run on a big, big pharmacy,” Abby began to explain. “Some saviors died, but the loot they brought was incredible…including packs of those, I heard some saviors talking about it and we convinced one to give us some, Arat. She and Lila used to shag and we told her that we’d tell Negan about it and convince him that she was pestering Lila if she didn’t get us the pills. It worked.”

You didn’t know what to say to all that, and you just blinked at Abby. “Okay…thanks.”

“This place is kind of a soap opera sometimes, you’ll see it,” Abby smiled as if trying to make you feel better. “And Lila…I guess she has a thing for baddies or something. Arat? They say that she and Simon butchered all men in another settlement, Oceanside, including the kids.”

“Shit…” You didn’t want to think it.

“But Lila was really into her…and the other day, she said that all this shit with Negan could be worse because at least he is hot.” Abby scoffed and so did you.

“Yeah, he looked really hot while bashing the head of my friends with his bat,” you spat.

“What about you, uh? Your man, Daryl, I got a glance at him the last time that he was here, he looks like a bad boy too,” Abby teased, as if trying to take your mind off Negan, Arat and all that shit, and you snorted.

“He’s not…well, I mean…he has his things…” Oh, and he had been such an asshole most of the time, when you two had begun surviving together at the beginning of it all, but you had always thought there was something else deep down…very deep down. He’d grown so much since then. “And yeah…yeah, he rocks the look.” You chuckled. “But he has the kindest, selfless heart I’ve met. He’s the best man I know.”

Abby didn’t say anything, giving you a kind smile, and you buried your face in Daryl’s shirt, inhaling his scent again, before looking at Abby. “What does Negan have on you, your husband too?”

Abby shook her head. “My little sister and my nephew. He needs insulin, we couldn’t pay for it, I wasn’t going to let my little sister become a wife so I did. I thought that greedy bastard might want both of us as wives, but for now, he seems content enough just with me while my sister works cleaning, and I work hard to keep it like that.”

You felt like you had misjudged Abby and her appearance when you first saw her and her Barbie, perfect porn wife look, and you felt a bit bad about it, but you didn’t know what to say. “I hate this place and all this shit.”

“I know…” Abby nodded. “But it is what it is. Now come on, we’re watching Pretty Woman to jot tips on how to lure and seduce guys.”

“Seriously?”

Abby snorted. “No, just other old movies, we have some DVDs, we’ve watched them all already, but it’s better than nothing. Come on, you have to eat too.” She got up from the bed.

“Wait…it’s Amber okay?”

Abby let out a sigh and flopped down onto the bed again. “No, she’s not, but we don’t know what to do anymore, when she’s not crying, she’s drinking, and it’s just a matter of time that Negan gets pissed if she starts crying on him all the time,” Abby began to explain. “This happened like a week ago or so. Amber had a boyfriend, she kept seeing him, Negan found out and he was pissed. Cheating on him? I thought he might kill her, but he didn’t…the boyfriend, though, he was ironed like Dwight. But he didn’t make it, infection killed him…and, yeah, Amber is having a hard time dealing with that.”

“Yeah, no shit…” You wondered if you’d ever stop feeling horrified at this place. “What the hell is this place, why are these people like that, what’s wrong with them?”

Abby just shrugged. “So, you know…in case you were thinking about sneaking to see your beau…don’t.”

“Yeah, didn’t sound like the best idea anyway…” You scoffed.

“Yeah…come on, let’s watch the movie.”

So...yeah, reader has to get at it with Negan and I’m afraid it won’t be the last time. But there was a flashback, a idea for a Daryl scene that I had wanted to write for a while. The flashbacks on the next chaptes are going to be about him and reader meeting, and starting their relationship. Honestly, the flashbacks and the relationship between the wives are my favorite part of this fic.

If you enjoyed this, comments and reblogs are always more than welcome, thanks.

Also, as always, excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

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Stray Kids Reaction To Their S/O Being Shy About Their Singing-Talents

anon asked:

Can you do stray kids reaction to their s/o being a good rapper and singer but they get shy and have low confidence? - 🐻💙

Of course love! I hope you like it x So sorry for the wait! While we're here, I just wanna say I'm sorry for the length difference of the individual reactions! * y/n/n is what i use for your nickname btw

Word Count: 3.5k-ish

Bang Chan

Silence. At least for the most part. You clicking the keyboard of your computer, Chan humming slightly as he clicked around on his own, as well as twisting and turning the dials on his audio mixer, connected to said computer. The sounds had sort of blended into the silence though, so neither of you really noticed it at this point.

A click louder than all of the others soon came from Chan's computer, meaning he was going to connect his progress to the speakers of his studio, so he could fully take in the track he was working on. He had played it what seemed like a million times already, but you didn't mind. You were already so phased out that he could be announcing the break up of Stray Kids', and you honestly wouldn't even catch it.

The familiar beat of their upcoming title track boomed through the speakers, and as if on autopilot, you sang along. You had heard the beginning of that very song so many times now, the lyrics were as good as engraved into the inside of your eyelids.

Once the first verse and chorus were over, the song stopped, as did you. It was when the song didn't play again you finally snapped out of your computer-trance. You shifted your eyes from the screen over to your boyfriend who was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Y/n."

You then realized you had been singing along, and probably not as quiet as you had thought. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to distract you. I'll keep quiet." You quickly apologized.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend, yes- but he was still at work, and you'd hate to be the reason for him switching out of his creative-mode.

"No! No, no, don't worry. You're just so good? How come I have never heard you sing before?" Chan grinned as he turned his spinny-chair to face you and fell back into it, looking at you with admiration.

You had been sitting on the floor with your back against the seat of the couch, so the coffee table by the mentioned couch had your laptop at shoulder-height, meaning you had to close the screen of your computer to see your boyfriend. Once you had done so, you moved your hands up to your face, covering your cheeks.

"I don't like the attention. I hate it when people look at me like- exactly like you're doing now, stop!" You giggled when Chan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He decided to mess around with you and started staring you down. You laughed and begged him to stop, but the more you did, the more intensely he stared at you- until he eventually cracked, sending you both into fits of laughter.

Lee Know

"First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil."

The music blared from your headphones straight into your head, being the only thing keeping you motivated as you did some housework. Seeing as you were mopping when the J.Cole song started playing, you figured the handle would prove to be the perfect microphone.

"For real, you the only father that I ever knew." You continued, singing and rapping along while shaking your butt and cleaning the floor. Maybe not the world's most efficient cleaning strategy, but my-oh-my did it get the job done.

Due to the loud volume in your headphones, you didn't hear the front door open and shut, as your boyfriend came home for the day.

Minho didn't even get the chance to put down his bag before his attention was completely wrapped around you having a concert in your living-room. He quickly recognized the song and let his head bob along to the beat, even though he could only hear you rapping, and not the song itself. He kicked off his shoes and placed his things on the ground before he slowly made his way into the living-room, doing a little boogie as he did so.

It wasn't until you finally turned around almost a minute later you saw your boyfriend joking around, dancing to your rapping. You instantly dropped the mop and let out a little scream as he startled you, covering your face with your hands once you saw it was just him.

"Minho! What are you doing?" You cried out in embarrassement after removing your headphones. Minho couldn't help but chuckle at you before he came closer and gave you a kiss-hello.

"Y/n, I never knew you had such voice-control! You've never rapped in front of me before, why?" He asked when he pulled away, his arms still wrapped around your waist, but his face a few inches away from yours.

"Because you're an actual rapper in an actual band!! That's like showing Michelangelo your drawing!" You argued back, a massive smile on your face. Minho then continued to shower you in compliments, making you hide your blushing face from him by burying it into his chest.

Changbin

The kitchen had all kinds of different smells as you were stirring the pot of soup you had on the stove in front of you. The kitchen-window was open, letting in a fresh spring breeze, and the radio was playing a familiar song.

"Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is La Vie En Rose." You softly sang along, your body swaying back and forth to the tune. You continued to sing along as you used the wooden-spoon to stir around, making sure it didn't burn.

(bro, i think i fucked up my sOUP)

"Hey, Y/n/n." It suddenly came from the doorway to the kitchen, instantly causing you to stop singing and spin around. "Hi, Binnie." You gave him a smile and then turned back around, squeezing your eyes shut, only for a second- as if you were trying to erase the past ten seconds. You hoped the radio was louder than your voice, but that hope soon came crashing down.

"No, why'd you stop?" He asked as he placed a few sheets of paper on the table and continued over to you. You started smiling like an idiot for a second before you raised your hands to cover your face. Chanbin noticed and chuckled as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. "Don't be shy!"

He then spun you around so you were facing him, but your hands still covered your face. This made Changbin just chuckle even more. He tried to jokingly pry your hands from your face, but you just shoved your head into his shoulder so he wouldn't be able to grab you properly. You either couldn't help but chuckle as you messed around, but quickly stopped once you remembered you were cooking.

You turned around to keep stirring your soup, Changbin never let go of you. "But tell me, why have I never heard you sing before when your voice is THAT good?" He asked, but you ignored him.

"For real?" He tried again, but you pretended he didn't say anything.

"Would you like some soup?" You asked him, turning slightly to look at him. He seemed amused, but he just nodded, accepting your choice of lunch.

Hyunjin

Hot water poured down your back, the whole shower smelling like your body wash. You had just gotten back from a run and decided to clean up a bit before Hyunjin came back from work. So after getting out of your leggings and hoodie, you had grabbed your speaker and headed for the washroom.

Knowing Hyunjin wasn't home, you qued the best of the best from your playlist, getting ready to absolutely shred the imaginary rap battles you were about to have. Banger after banger played as you sang into your microphone. Your mic being an empty shampoo bottle you had yet to throw out.

You were mid-shampoo when Streets by Doja Cat played, and you almost slipped and fell while hurriedly reaching for your microphone.

"Damn, papi, you a rare breed, no comparing." You borderline yelled, as if you had just gotten out of a failed relationship where you still loved your partner, when in fact that wasn't your case at all. You were very much in love with your boyfriend, and you were on great terms- but for the sake of your rap battle, you had to get into it.

"When other chickens tryna get in my coop 'Cause you're a one in a million There ain't no man like you!" Not to toot your own horn or anything, but you could confidently say you absolutely bodied that verse, and you were soon let know you weren't the only one who thought so.

(I don't actually think he is the one to cuss, but this is simply because I cannot think of another way to say it, so for the lack of a better word:) "Fuck it up, baby!" You heard Hyunjin hype you up on the other side of the bathroom door, making your stomach drop for a second.

"You're not supposed to be home yet." You answered him after turning off the speaker, and the shower. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you, then went to open the door.

"Well, I had to hurry home when I heard the rap God themselves was having a concert in our bathroom." Hyunjin chuckled once you opened the door with almost a shameful face. "Should I talk to JYP about getting you a rap-audition, or..?" He dragged out the last word, kind of he was taunting you, but in the most loving way possible. Feeling your cheeks grow hot, you closed the door back up and locked him out.

"I'm never leaving this bathroom." You announced as you covered your face, even though Hyunjin could no longer see you.

"Y/n/n, I was kidding! You were great though, I might actually talk to JY-" He started again, but you cut him off by groaning, causing the both of you to break out laughing.

Han

Clicking of a pen. Gentle tapping of a foot. Frustrated hair ripping. You had seen these symptoms before- that's right, Jisung was in a slump.

You were at the studio with your boyfriend, and you were both seated in the sitting group, Jisung leaning his elbows on the table, head in his hands, tugging at his hair as if it would activate his creative juices. You had tagged along just to get out of the house, and maybe Jisung needed moral support, and wouldn't you have guessed- that was exactly what he needed.

"You good?" You asked him after he let out the umpteenth sigh in the past hour. He then finally confessed he just couldn't get the ending of the second verse down. "Why don't you sing it, so you can hear what's missing, rather than just reading it?"

He did as you suggested and sang through it. When he came to the part he was talking about, you also heard it. Something about it was just kinda.. off.

You tilted your head to the side as you were thinking of ways to better it, to try and help him. An idea popped into your head, and maybe it could work- after all you were no song writer. You tried your best to explain to Jisung what it was you were thinking, but about half-way through, you could see he was as lost as that one time Chan and Changbin had accidentally left the two of you behind at IKEA.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I don't fully understand what you mean." He confessed, and you nodded, knowing well that was him being sweet about the fact that you sucked at explaining things. So in the spirit of making it easier for him to understand, you just sang it. You sang through the song and added the part you had tried to explain.

"Did that make more sense?" You asked when you were done, looking from the sheet of paper up at your boyfriend, who was sat there, his lips slightly parted as his jaw hung lose. "Jisung? Babe?" You tried to snap him back to reality as it seemed he had zoned out, but only for a moment.

"Wait, that was so good? Since when were you that good?" Jisung suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree, smiling and almost bouncing in his seat. He continued to shower you in compliments, making you feel like a turtle trying to get back into its shell.

"Stop. If you ever mention me singing again, I will throw myself out the window." You said, both humor in your tone, and being dead serious at the same time.

"Okay, dramatic much?" Jisung joked back, making you shove his shoulder as you chuckled alongside him.

Felix

A car zoomed past you as you walked on the pavement on the side of the road, admiring the spring at its full bloom. You were almost a bit disappointed when you reached your home as you wanted to continue to look at the flowers, but that thought soon fell right out of your head. As you walked up the staircase to your apartment, you heard a constant noise grow louder and louder. You were about to turn the key when you realized the noise was more rhythmic than you originally thought, and that the music was coming from inside your apartment.

Curiosity completely consumed your body when you finally opened the door, and was met with a wall of noise. You took a few steps in and shut the door behind you, protecting the outside world from the sight you had in front of you.

Felix was using a hairbrush as he jumped around both on the floor and in the couch, crying out the lyrics to a song you didn't quite recognize. You laughed at your boyfriend as you kicked off your shoes and hung your coat in the closet.

Felix finally spotted you and quickly pulled out his phone that was connected to the speakers, and changed the song. The familiar intro of your favorite song soon played, and it didn't take as much as a second before you were as hyped as Felix were. You began jumping around and dancing with him, matching his energy.

Felix screamed the lyrics into the hairbrush before he swiftly tossed you the brush, letting you pop off as well. You rapped the words perfectly into the brush, standing on the couch as your concert evolved.

The song eventually came to an end, causing the both of you to fall breathlessly to the ground, heaving for air- massive smiles on your faces. The ground was cool against your now sweaty backs. A few seconds passed before Felix spoke.

"I don't think I have ever heard you rap before." He admitted. You kept staring at the ceiling, ignoring the boy at your side for a few seconds before you decided to answer him.

"And you will never hear it again."

Both you and Felix could back the claim that he had never moved as fast as he did when you said that. He had jumped up so he was on his elbows, facing you with wide eyes.

"No!! Please! You were so good!" He cried out, making you laugh at him. You just gave him a wink before you got to your feet and went to get the groceries you had left in the hallway.

Seungmin

"How about we go in there? Maybe I can find you a shirt?" You spoke after pointing to a store.

You were currently out shopping with your boyfriend, Seungmin. He had asked you to get him an outfit, not for any special occasion of anything, just for shits and giggles. It was your favorite type of dates, the ones where you don't really plan anything, you just end up doing fun and silly things.

Seungmin nodded and you soon dragged him into the store. The layout of the shop was like any other, so you soon made your way to the back where the mens clothing was.

As you were casually roaming the racks of clothes, the speakers soon started playing one of your favorite songs, making it impossible for you to not hum along. You kept looking at the different items of clothing on your left, Seungmin behind you, looking through the clothes on your right hand side.

Soon, the song picked up, you quietly jamming along, allowing yourself to softly sing along as there were no other customers near you.

Your hand suddenly slid over a material that caught your attention. It was a green oversized tee, with some colorful and funky letters on the front. You cut yourself off to turn around and show Seungmin the shirt, asking him what he thought about the item.

You held it up, but no reply. "Seungmin?" You tried again. It was odd seeing as he was looking at you with a slight smile, yet he was not replying to your question. You then lowered the shirt and waved your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"You okay?" You asked him once he gently shook his head to re-focus his eyes. He nodded gleefully.

"Sorry, your voice was just so good that I completely forgot where we were." He admitted, giving you a look. You pursed your lips and spun on your heel, so he wouldn't see your burning cheeks.

I.N

Date night! You and boyfriend Jeongin had just been at a local restaurant for a cute night out. Nothing overly fancy, just a chance to enjoy each others company, since you both had been busy lately.

After you had paid your bill, the two of you went for a walk to enjoy the warm, evening air. With nowhere in mind, you just casually wandered down the street, your hands intertwined as you swung them back and forth, pulling and pushing at each other in a joking manner.

"Woah, when did this get here?" Jeongin suddenly asked as you passed a building with a bright neon sign hanging out front. You looked to your side to see what it was he was talking about.

Karaoke, the neon sign read. You turned back to your boyfriend and gave him a smug smile, hoping he was thinking the same as you. He returned the smile and suddenly you were being shown to a private room by the hostess.

The first few songs were just the two of you messing around, screaming ABBA into your respective microphones. At one point while picking the next song, Jeongin saw a song he really wanted to do, but as you didn't know the lyrics, you decided to sit this one out.

He belted his heart out to the tune you found unfamiliar, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Jeongin was after all a singer in a world-renowned band- boy had talent.

The song came to an end, resulting in you giving him a standing ovation as he playfully bowed repeatedly.

"I'm your biggest fan!" You raised your hands to your mouth and pretended to be yelling it at the 'stage', like he just held a concert for thousands. You both laughed at yourselves before Jeongin announced it would be his turn to sit one out. You took that as you cue to get up from the couch and pick a song.

You were no singer, never was- never will be, at least not in public. So when you had to pick a song, you didn't care if it didn't 'fit your range', or 'suit your voice'. You picked a song you liked and ran with it.

The melody started, and you raised your mic to your lips, singing the words that were showing on the large screen in front of you. You found it wasn't as fun to sing without your boyfriend, but got through the song anyways.

As most things do, the song came to and end. You placed the mic on the table and turned around to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Mid turn, you saw your boyfriend like you never had before. His eyes were wide and his jaw was lose.

"What?" You asked him, uncapping the water bottle and taking a swig.

"Where did that come from?" He asked, eyes still wide as dinner-plates. You raised your eyebrow in a questioning manner, as if you were asking him to elaborate. "You're an amazing singer! How have I never heard that before?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and your eyes instantly found the ground, suddenly too shy to look at Jeongin. He chuckled at your reaction, and leaned forward so he could reach your hand from where he was sitting. He then pulled you back so you fell to the couch, crossing your arms over your chest, your shoulders up to your ears by now.

"We have to do this more often so I can hear you sing more!" He stated as he poked your arm, trying to get you to be less shy- and somehow it worked.

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Bite to Break Skin {Katsuki Bakugo}

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! Welcome to my first time writing for A/B/O dynamics, one of my absolute favorite things in fanfic. There’s so much potential and I’m definitely interested in exploring it with other characters! Just a small heads up, this one is pretty dialogue heavy throughout.

“C’mon,” he said as his breathing finally slowed, “we gotta get up.”

The fingers combing through his damp hair paused. “Can I wear your shirt?”

“You’ve been wearin’ ‘em for years, ain’t gonna stop you now, idiot,” he huffed as he peeled himself away from her, their skin tacky with sweat. “Let’s go.”

“Don’t be shitty to me, Katsuki, I have your virginity!”

“And I have yours. Even exchange. No reason to stop teasing you,” he grunted. Pulling her to her feet he guided her towards his bathroom with a hand on her lower back.

They cleaned up in easy silence, each of them still feeling the content fuzziness in their minds that now seemed amplified and even better than usual. At different points they briefly wondered if that was normal after losing their virginities.

Probably, they decided. For them it was a natural progression in their over two-year relationship. Having gotten together just after the provisional license exam in their first year their hero course schedules only got busier and they got less time to spend together between classes and training and work studies and internships. But those moments were coveted and left plenty of time for them to take their relationship at the perfect pace for them.

Two years of wandering hands and mouths had culminated that afternoon while the majority of the class had gone to the shopping district and neither of them could regret a single thing about it.

“Katsuki?”

She felt warmth bloom in her chest as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes half-lidded and expression relaxed. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” she smiled, fingers absently twisting the hem of his shirt that she wore.

“’Course you do,” he smirked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and returned them to his bed, the grey sheets rumpled. He bunched them down to the end of the mattress and laid down, pulling her to lie next to him curled into his side.

He was always so warm and she loved it, now especially as the chill of January lingered in the dorm hallways and throughout their rooms. Being close to him as they laid together was one of her favorite things about their relationship. As much as he seemed like a loner in their first weeks at UA she never believed it was true and once they were together behind closed doors he was happy as long as they had some sort of contact with each other. She’d never been prouder of being right than that day.

His attentiveness was something she knew would likely contribute heavily to his secondary gender when he presented in the future. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be an alpha, and an amazing one at that. His protective streak and pride in his own abilities couldn’t be attributed to any other presentation. While she herself was unsure of what she would present as, he had always promised that it didn’t matter.

“Alphas want omegas but I want you, and that means I get you no matter what we are,” he’d grumbled one evening not that long ago when she revealed her fears of presenting as a beta and not being what his alpha would need. “Secondary gender can go fuck itself if it thinks I’d leave you over some random omega. Shit, you don’t even know if I’d be an alpha anyway, dumbass.”

If she hadn’t been sure about him before, that conversation had cemented it in her mind and in her heart. Katsuki Bakugo was the one for her and it sent her heart into a tailspin to know that he felt the same way.

She pressed herself closer to him, basking in the warmth of his body and of her thoughts.

“You’re warm,” he mumbled against her forehead.

“So’re you.”

“Nah, your skin’s pink like you took one of your showers from hell.”

She huffed out a laugh. “’M fine, Katsuki. It’s ‘cause you’re warm and I’m still kinda hot from before.”

“You’re always hot,” he said with a pinch to the seat of her underwear.

“Just cuddle me, you ass.”

His arms tightened around her and they laid together in comfortable silence. At one point she started to doze against the warmth of Katsuki’s chest, one hand on his hip at the waistband of his sweats. She’d never felt safer.

In the middle of her dreamless nap she awoke to a persistent poking to her nose. When she opened her eyes, her boyfriend’s furrowed brow came into focus as she blinked. He pressed the back of his hand against her forehead.

“You’ve got a fever.”

She wanted to protest but the trails of sweat she could feel having trickled down her back was unmistakable. She definitely felt warm but she wasn’t disoriented or feeling sick.

“It’s like a full body fever,” Katsuki muttered, dropping his hand from her forehead.

“I feel really hot, but I don’t feel sick,” she told him, sleep leaving her as confusion took over.

He fisted the collar of the shirt she wore at the base of her neck, squeezing for just a moment before pulling back a glistening hand.

“Shirt’s soaked with sweat, take it off and I’ll get you one of my tanks,” he said, rolling out of bed and walking over to his drawers.

She peeled the sticky fabric from her skin, the feeling more uncomfortable than the fact that she was sitting topless once it was off. Nothing Katsuki hadn’t seen plenty of times after all.

A black tank top hit her chest before falling to her lap and she picked it up immediately, pressing her nose into the bundle. It’d barely been a minute since he left her side but she needed the comfort. Which is why when all she smelled was the scent of detergent her nose wrinkled.

“It doesn’t smell like you,” she complained, and he laughed from where he was straightening the other tank tops in his drawer.

“It’s clean, dumbass, I haven’t worn it yet. I’ll be next to you again in like two seconds anyway.”

“Hurry up,” she whined, slipping the tank top over her head and surprising him with her needy tone. “I haven’t smelled roasting chestnuts in almost two minutes, this is cruel. I even miss the little bit of sugar.”

He turned to her with furrowed brows. “I smell like that right now?”

“You smell like that all the time, ever since I’ve known you. What, you don’t know what your own cologne smells like anymore? You gone nose blind?”

He shook his head slowly. “My cologne is sandalwood. Always has been. The sugar I’ll give you because of my quirk but your perfume has nothing on that with your sweet cherries’n shit.”

Now it was her turn to be confused. “That’s not my perfume, Katsuki. My perfume is the same floral one I’ve worn since middle school, it’s not fruity or sweet at all. Come here, do I smell like that now?”

He crossed back over to the bed and sat in front of her, gently tugging her forward to press his nose into her hair. Her face tucked under his chin and she breathed in the same familiar scent.

“Sugared cherries just like always,” he muttered. “Do I…?”

“Mhm, roasted chestnuts with a pinch of sugar,” she replied almost dreamily. It was stronger than usual, but maybe that’s because she was concentrating on it. It felt like it was surrounding her and through her and it made her skin burn hotter. It was good. So so good, and she wanted and she needed more.

She pressed herself closer to him, his confused grunt falling on deaf ears until he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her from himself to look at her. He’d felt her skin grow warmer against his bare chest, the heat startling. But when he looked at her panic shot through him as she doubled over with a whimper.

He called her name but she didn’t answer, just clutched her stomach harder while curling further into herself and whining low in her throat.

“Alright, hey, hey, listen, okay? I’m calling Aizawa, he’ll help us figure out what’s wrong,” he tried to soothe, pulling her back into his chest. Her skin burned against his but he needed her to know he was here, he wasn’t going anywhere when she wasn’t alright.

It was awkward trying to reach his phone on the bedside table with her curled against him but he was hellbent on making her feel better and if that meant practically popping his shoulder out of its socket with the stretch so fucking be it.

“What’s wrong, Bakugo?” was the greeting he got and he immediately started listing off what was happening as she continued to tremble in his lap.

“She’s burning up to the point I feel like I’m touching an oven and she—”

“Todoroki’s still in the dorms, call him up and have—”

“NO!” he snarled into the phone. “He doesn’t need to be near her, just tell me how I can help her! She’s in fucking pain and nearly incoherent right now! You’re not fucking helping me!”

Aizawa was silent for a long moment. “Bakugo, where are you two?”

“We’re in my dorm and I’d appreciate if you could save the damn lecture for when she’s actually conscious enough to fuckin’ hear it too.”

“How long has she been like this? What was she doing when she started feeling the fever? Is there anything that’s—”

“For fuck’s sake, I don’t know! An hour or so and we were just here, she was asleep while I scrolled through my phone.”

Aizawa’s tone went knowing as he prompted, “And before that?”

He weighed his options for answering. They were already in shit for her being on the boys’ side of the dorms, how much worse could it be? They were consenting adults and they were responsible about it and if it did help figure out why she was—

“That’s what I thought,” Aizawa sighed before he could decide how to answer. “I can’t be there to help but I’m sending Recovery Girl. Try and keep her comfortable until she arrives.”

When the line went dead, he could only mumble out curses as he dropped his phone and kept her pressed against him. Her little noises of pain had lessened and she didn’t feel as tightly coiled in his arms as she had, but he was still worried. At least the old lady might actually be able to do something.

“Well I must hand it to Aizawa,” Recovery Girl chuckled as she pulled the thermometer from her lips, “the man does know his students.”

“The hell are you laughing for?” Bakugo hissed. He had been pacing back and forth while she examined her, hovering close and getting more frustrated by the moment. Sure, his girlfriend didn’t seem to be in pain at the moment but he wanted whatever caused it to be taken care of now.

“Don’t take that tone with me, boy, you may be an alpha but I won’t be disrespected.”

He did a double take, sputtering, “An alpha? I’m eighteen, I haven’t presented!”

She smiled in amusement. “Not fully, no, but you’re both presenting as we speak. Fated mates can present at an earlier age when establish an intimate connection prior to turning twenty. It likely hit her first being an omega and that pulled you over too. I must say I’m a bit surprised as fated mates are quite rare at your age, though maybe even more so that this took so long. It’s admirable of you children to take things slow but when I was your age—”

“We’re fated mates?” she murmured, breaking the older woman’s rambling. “So we…?”

“Quite a spin on the high school sweetheart’s trope wouldn’t you say? Certainly a story for the pups.”

“Wait, so she’s burning up because…” he trailed off as his cheeks flushed pink. “This is…”

“Yes, yes, this is her heat beginning and your rut will follow, keep up boy. I’m sure I don’t need to go into detail on that—”

“NO!” they shouted together, mortified.

She laughed, high pitched and maniacal. “Oh alright, I’ve had my fun. You children are so easy to poke at these days. But I do suppose we need to get you prepared for the next week or so. Dear, make a list of things you’ll need from your room and Bakugo will go fetch them for you.”

“I can’t just go myself?”

“Look at that boy’s face and tell me he’s alright with you leaving his den.”

Of course when she looked to him Katsuki’s face was contorted into an angry grimace, his lips twitching back to bare his teeth.

“Just tell me what you need,” he ground out, and she quickly rattled off everything she could think of that she may possibly need. Without a word he disappeared through the door, a lingering touch to her hand a silent promise to return quickly so as to soothe any worries of abandonment or actions that could be interpreted as rejection by her inner omega.

Recovery Girl turned the chair towards her and grabbed her bag from the floor. “We have a few things to discuss now, dear.”

She went over the arrangements made by Aizawa for their classes and schoolwork as well as daily drop offs of prepared bento boxes for them since they wouldn’t be leaving Bakugo’s room. Their parents had been contacted which sent a fresh wave of nausea through her for reasons other than the heat, but she was assured that it wasn’t as a punishment since they were both eighteen. Still, she could only image the conversation she would hear at the end of her heat when she heard from home.

Expectations of what would happen during the shared heat and rut were next and she while she was sure her face couldn’t get any hotter, she was proven wrong. As awkward as it was though, at least she was talking it over with another woman; having the same conversation with Aizawa would have killed her.

Finally, it seemed that the verbal torture was finished as Recovery Girl reached into her medical bag with one hand and beckoned her closer with the other.

“Let me see your arm, I need to give you a preventative injection.”

“Ah, I uhm,” she stuttered, cheeks still reddened but not from the heat, “I’m already taking…”

Recovery Girl shook her head with a chuckle. “Presenting alters your existing biology by releasing additional hormones which awaken parts of your mind and body that contribute to the primal instincts of your secondary gender. Generic contraceptive methods would be fine for a newly presented beta but as an omega the hormones released at presentation boost your fertility to a point where the pill may as well be candy for all the prevention it does.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, ‘oh.’ Now unless you and that boy of yours have decided that you want pups within the year I need to give you this.” The syringe was brandished in front of her.

She held out her arm and she cleaned the area with a swab before feeling the familiar prick to her skin and the cold chill spread into her heated blood.

“Any last questions for me before he gets back?”

She went to shake her head but paused. “Just… what about our quirks?”

“Nothing to worry about, dear. Quirks take a backseat during these times unless a threat arises. Once bonded you will kill and die for the other and your pups, but for right now you two shouldn’t have an issue. I’d say ‘won’t’ but I think we both know your class has a habit of finding trouble, hm?”

“More like trouble finds us,” came a grunt from the doorway.

Katsuki reentered the room with her laundry basket on his hip and a tote bag over his shoulder. He visibly relaxed as he crossed the threshold and set her things on the floor at the foot of his bed.

She sat down on the plush area rug to go through what he’d brought, her legs tucked beneath her as Recovery Girl began speaking to him about the upcoming week like she’d done for her.

Rifling through the laundry basket she pulled out her pillows and blankets as well as her favorite hoodies, then she pulled everything out of the tote and put those sweaters and shirts onto Katsuki’s bed. Once everything was piled atop his sheets she began to sort through everything, enjoying the familiar smell of her own things mixing with the scent of Katsuki’s den. She hoped he would scent a few of his shirts and let her use his pillows and blankets for her nest.

“…and once you know the heat and rut have passed I’d like you to give me a call so I can come and assess you two.”

“Whatever,” Katsuki mumbled, his cheeks burning from the conversation as he took the offered slip of paper with her number. He’d never been more relieved to have a conversation end, and as soon as the door closed behind the terrible old bat he turned back to his girlfriend and his heart nearly stopped.

She was absently arranging his sheets with some of what he’d brought from her dorm to make the beginnings of her nest. Their combined scents filled his room to an almost dizzying potency but he had never felt more alive, more proud, and his inner alpha growled happily in his chest. Here was his mate, his omega, building a sweet-smelling nest in his den for the two of them and their pups.

The thought of pups broke through the haze of his instincts to allow nerves to set it. They were only eighteen and just about to finish their last few months at UA before becoming fully licensed heroes. Having pups wasn’t something they could do, at least… at least not now.

Recovery Girl had mentioned the preventative and rationally he knew that she wouldn’t give them something designed to fail and he was grateful for that but at the same time, he’d love to have pups with his mate. She was everything he could ever imagine wanting in a partner and he knew his mate would be the best mother to his pups. He’d thought so long before they presented and he was sure he’d think it until he took his last breath.

Her soft voice brought him out of his musings as she looked up at him through her lashes and shyly asked, “Could you… scent a few of your shirts and sweaters? For the nest?”

“’Course,” he replied, and seeing her eyes flicker towards his discarded pillows added, “You can use anything of mine. We’re mates.”

The heat-induced flush on her cheeks darkened slightly with embarrassment, but she nudged his pillow towards him anyway. He grabbed it and held it in his hands feeling both uncharacteristically anxious about scenting something for the first time and filled with pride at his mate seeking out his scent for her nest.

As he scented different things for her and she took them to construct their home for the next week or so he could see the flush fading little by little and he saw less sweat droplets running down her hairline. It was almost as if the larger and more structured the nest grew the tamer her inner omega became. That soothed him too, making him thankful for the calm before the storm of her first heat really began and pulled his rut to the forefront with it.

He leaned against the far wall as she worked in silence arranging their things into the what he assumed was a perfect nest—he didn’t know much about omega nesting instincts but it looked inviting enough to him that he had no qualms about spending the next week tangled with her in the textile haven. It was as if the movement she caused sent more of that sweet smell of hers wafting through the room and he could’ve sworn the sugary scent was getting stronger by the moment.

With a few last cursory pats to the sweatshirt walls she looked up at him.

"Do you think we'll lose ourselves in the heat and rut?" she asked quietly, shifting from foot to foot.

Katsuki sighed. "That's what happens with most people."

"You know, I… I knew you were it for me a long time ago, Katsuki. This morning is an amazing memory and I guess, even if this is how we get to spend the rest of our lives I'd like to remember this first too."

"Then maybe we can bond before it fully hits. I can… smell that it's going to hit hard again and that you're already feeling it creep up.”

The slick feeling between her thighs meant he was probably right. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I guess I'm just nervous."

"Hey, I know this whole thing became way bigger than either of us thought but I’m still me—the alpha part doesn’t change that. Shit I couldn’t even think of hurting you without wanting to die before, can you imagine what type of insufferably sweet asshole I’m gonna be now?” he asked with only mild disgust as he crossed his room to lay one hand on her hip and the other on her cheek.

The smile he received was worth the uncomfortable admission of his feelings; reassurance wasn’t his forte and sharing his feelings even less so but he’d always try for her.

“I know, and I’m happy you’re the one I get to be with.”

“C’mon, your nest looks good,” he said, easing her forward towards his bed. “We able to get in it yet?”

She kissed his cheek. “Yeah, let’s get in our nest, alpha.”

The shudder was hard for him to suppress, but he allowed her to pull him into the plush space where they laid together once more. They laid on their sides facing one another and Katsuki reached out to stroke his thumb over the back of her hand where it lay between them.

It was an unspoken agreement to take all the time they could before allowing themselves to indulge in the instincts of their new secondary genders, and they spoke quietly about what it all meant for them.

Mates were more permanent than marriage and fated mates even more so. The idea of claiming bites at only eighteen was daunting but at the same time it was always the plan anyway. Of course they knew they’d present but that seemed far off and more inconsequential the longer they were together prior to a few hours ago. They had their after-graduation plans and a claim had been a mutual desire, and even pups sometime in the far future. Secondary gender, as Katsuki had loved to point out, wouldn’t change that.

But with the presentations occurring and revealing them as an alpha/omega pair there were still some things that hadn’t been discussed or planned for, and they needed to be addressed.

“I’m getting warmer,” she murmured.

“We’ve got a long week ahead of us but it’s nothing we can’t handle,” he smirked.

She gave him a weak smile and pushed past her nerves to bring up what had been on her mind since her talk with Recovery Girl.

"Will… will you…?"

"If you want to, we can bond now while we're still mostly clear-headed. Some shit I’d like to remember too, you know?"

Her cheeks went pink. "No—well, yes that's probably a good idea but I… I'm… will you actually knot me?"

He choked on his tongue. "Fuck, shit, do you want me to? Do I need to? For your heat?"

"I don’t— Don't you need it to get through your rut?"

"It's… I don't want to make the decision for you, alright? If you want me to I will and if you don’t I won’t. ‘S always your choice.”

She rolled onto her side to face him, one hand rising up to trace his cheekbone and the slope of his nose, even the dip of his cupid’s bow until she came to a stop at his chin. She pressed lightly and he turned his head to look at her.

“I’m not afraid of you or anything like that. It’s all just very sudden and a lot to wrap my head around, you know? Six hours ago we were virgins and now we’re literally together for life. That’s not bad, just a lot.”

“I know,” he mumbled. “But it’s why I want you to make the call. I ain’t gonna force you to do something you don’t want. We got forever to figure our shit out.”

She laughed. “Yeah we do. For now though, I want you to. We’re gonna bond today and then heatshare, rutshare, and get tied together for the next week. This morning was amazing and now that we know we’re fated mates I think that’s gonna make it even better.”

“Once is all it took to get you addicted, huh?”

“Shut up!” she whined as she pushed against his shoulder and turned away with a blush. His loud laughter echoed throughout his room and she crossed her arms with a pout.

“Oi. Look at me.”

She rolled onto her side to face him again, lips still pouted cutely. His eyes were soft as he looked over her face and she felt proud of the small smile upturning his mouth as he did.

He reached out to smooth a hand over her hair and then gently nudged her shoulder. “Lie back.”

She moved onto her back and he settled himself over her, lying between her parted legs. It was familiar and made her smile; they’d laid together like this a hundred times over the course of their relationship and maybe it was the perfect way to cross into something more permanent.

“Katsuki,” she murmured, feeling his hands go below the tank top. He pushed it up and over her head, tossing it to the side and fixing her with an unwavering gaze.

His hands slid beneath her, pressed between her body and the sheets below, and he kissed her softly. Her hands slid up his back before settling over the solid muscle of his shoulders.

“’M gonna be the best alpha on the fuckin’ planet,” he said as they pulled apart. His lips ghosted over her cheek and down her jaw to settle at her neck. “Know I already got the best omega.”

“Will you say it?” she asked quietly, closing her eyes.

The huff of a laugh and curl of his lips on her skin made her shiver. He moved in closer to her and raised up to whisper exactly what she wanted.

“I love you.”

Her arms tightened around him and tried pulling him closer but she knew it would never feel like enough until they bonded.

Katsuki seemed to understand that too because he moved back to her neck and grazed his lips teasingly for just a second before sinking his teeth into the perfect spot as a claim.

She gasped as her head tipped back at the rush of sensations that seemed to flow from the bite. Her brain filled with static but her body felt a rush of coldness like ice water had been poured over her to combat the heat she’d been feeling for so long. Her heart sped up in her chest and she knew it was synched perfectly with Katsuki’s. The entirety of her being was aligned with his and the bond cemented as she let herself move forward and bite into her mate’s neck to stake her own claim.

Time seemed to speed up before slowing down again when she was tasting blood off of both her and Katsuki’s lips as his hands cradled her face and kissed her deeply. The coolness she had experienced during the claim had been almost completely swallowed by the heat she felt pulsing through her and becoming tangible as a needy whine against his mouth. He was so close and smelled so perfect and she wondered if she could feel him closer, her hands digging into the defined muscles of his shoulders as she held him against her.

“Look at my pretty mate,” he said lowly, his voice hushed. He nosed against the underside of her jaw just above the fresh bite as his hands roamed over her torso. “My omega, smellin’ so sweet just for me.”

The purr that bubbled from her lips surprised her but his warm hands on her and the quiet praise pushed it aside quickly when he kneaded her chest.

Her hands traced over his arms, fingers trailing down over dips of muscle. “The strongest alpha I know is all mine. I’m so lucky to have such a handsome mate.”

A please growl rumbled through his chest as her fingers hooked in his waistband and began sliding down the sweatpants until he was able to kick them off. He quickly returned the favor with her underwear to leave them both completely bare. With their scents completely unhindered for the first time with the bond formed, they could both smell the heavy, warm sweetness of roasted chestnuts and cherries that filled his dorm room. It was spicy but soft and made their heads spin knowing that this was them.

Katsuki’s hands roamed the familiar curves of her body as he leaned forward to kiss around the bite mark, feeling her lips against his neck as she did the same to him. Shivers ran up his spine at the contact and a groan escaped him as his fingers reached the apex of her thighs.

“Tell me what you need.”

She whined, hands splayed on his toned stomach.

“C’mon, tell your alpha what you need,” he coaxed.

“You,” she whispered. “Your knot. Your pups. Our pups.”

When we’re ready, was the silent understanding about the request.

Their hips met as Katsuki rolled his forward, breathy moans coming from both of them as they relished the still-new feeling of intimacy and clutched onto one another tighter.

Instincts took over, cutting the moment short, and filled with room with groans and whines and pleas between the two of them. There was no slow fumbling like there had been earlier but instead the primal need to be closer and chase the pleasure that came with the heat and rut.

She kissed him hard as the heat throughout her body pooled low in her stomach and she could tell the difference in the feeling of closeness but her hazy mind couldn’t dwell on it past knowing that this was what she needed, what would finally cool her down at least a bit.

“You’re mine,” she murmured as her back arched up from the bed and her nails dug into his shoulders.

“’M yours. You’re mine,” he grunted, mouthing at the bite once more.

Their scents were overwhelming the closer they came to their end.

“C’mon alpha, need your knot,” she whined, crying out as he still within her.

His teeth sank into the bond mark fully again, and she bit into his as she felt exactly what her inner omega needed, what she herself wanted, and allowed herself to succumb to the feeling of contentment and pleasure she would live in with her mate going forward. Warm and sated and full and safe with her alpha was where she wanted to stay.

“Bakugo. A word.”

He stalked over to his teacher, watching his mate step into the hallway from the corner of his eye. The new bond was sensitive and he was anxious when he couldn’t be with her. “What?”

“May I ask which of you proposed the idea of a non-traditional bite?”

“The hell are you talking about? We both have bites and they’re scarring the right way.”

Aizawa regarded him silently for a moment before waving him off. “It’s not important. Go.”

The blonde rolled his eyes and left the room, and he gathered his sleeping bag in his arms to set up in the corner for his midday nap.

It was annoying and awkward to have to deal with the paperwork and phone calls to guardians because two of his problem children couldn’t keep it in their pants while on campus—what he wouldn’t give to have seen Mitsuki Bakugo deal with this shit—and he certainly didn’t like the fact that he had to relay to the class what had happened either. He had prepared what would’ve been one of his best punishments to date for when the overwhelming scent of newly presented and bonded mates had lessened at least a bit, but it had all been abandoned the moment the two stepped up to speak with him.

Her embarrassment was obvious, the fact that her twice her age male teacher knew exactly what had been happening in that room for the past week probably enough to make her want to vomit, but furious blush aside she held herself well. Bakugo had (likely somewhat unintentionally) over scented the room alarmingly with equal parts calm for his mate and warning to his alpha teacher, his own blush prominent.

What stood out though, was the bond mark on her neck. It was already scarring which was to be expected and its placement was correct but it was backwards. Traditionally a bond mark was given to an omega by an alpha in the midst of a shared heat and rut, primal positioning meaning that the bite was given from behind. It was biology, instinct, the overwhelming need to lay claim—he understood that, had experienced it many times over even long after a bond mark was given. Fated mates were more susceptible to this too, especially when presenting early.

But this type of bonding mark made him think that it wasn’t fueled by that need or desire built deep into the rumbling chest of an alpha. At least, not completely. Looking into someone’s eyes was intimate, vulnerabilities laid bare before the person they’re going to spend their life with. That wasn’t easy, and a week prior he would’ve said that Bakugo would probably never be able to do it. To see that it was quite the opposite and seemingly unconscious on his part was fascinating.

He considered that instinct wasn’t the reason but the more he thought about it as he sat cocooned within the warmth of his sleeping bag, the more he realized it may actually be the opposite. Maybe it was instinct. Love was funny like that sometimes.

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! I have a few ideas about a possible sequel for this story that would take place in the future when they’re ready, though nothing concrete just yet!

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nessinborderland · 3 years

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that skirt ask got my karube simping ass thinking that he’s the type of man that would finger you from under the table if you were commando 😅 i will die loving this chad of a man

C'mon y'all ain't slick, you know I would have to write this... 👀💦

You try to stay silent, listening intently to what Arisu is telling you. Really, really trying. You try to close your legs for the third time, but Karube's hands playing with your cunt stops you yet again.

You can see him through the corner of your eye, smirking, as his fingers play with the sloppy mess in-between your thighs. His other hand is holding the panties that he took from you after he fucked you in the bathroom, not even fifteen minutes ago.

Fortunately for you, neither Arisu nor Chota seem to notice anything that is going on under the table, right there in front of them.

You disguise a moan as a cough, sending a death glare in Karube's direction. Still, you open your legs wider as his fingers thrust in and out of you. The smirk never leaves his face.

You let out another moan, and Chota asks if you're okay, looking you up and down with a raised brow.

That's when you grab Karube's hand, pushing it away from you. His fingers are glistening with your juices and the cum that he left in your earlier, so you grab it tightly as you stand up and excuse yourself.

You close the bathroom door in a similar fashion to how you had done earlier. But this time you don't throw yourself at Karube.

"You want to make me come, then you're going to do it right," you say as you sit on the bathroom sink, legs wide open. You pull him towards you, looking him in the eyes as you suck his messy fingers clean of your combined juices. His eyes flash and his smirk gets wider. "On your knees, baby."

And so he does, eating you out like you're the best meal in that damn place. When you go back to the table, neither Arisu nor Chota can look you in the eyes.

It's with embarrassed horror that you notice that Karube left your panties behind, right there on his seat.

#alice in borderland #ima wa no kuni no alice #karube x reader #karube imagine #karube smut #karube daikichi #anon #aib drabble

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Willy’s Wonderland

It has a gritty almost grind house feel, like I sort of expect leather face to come out of nowhere

Nic cage looks like if ghost rider were rated r

Almost 10 mins in and Nic Cage hasn’t said a word

And this tow truck driver is ripping him off, even though I know nothing about cars I know that

Wasn’t this supposed to be the fnaf movie? Or was that smth else?

15mins no lines from Cage. Is he mute in this?

He’s actually cleaning the place, good on him for that.

And they’re moving.

He’s doing the dishes!

He made a break alarm, lord knows why I think that’s cute.

And I appreciate the dad bod, ngl

20 mins, no lines, and he just beat an ostrich animatronic to death with a mop

He just changed cause he got dust on his uniform

Duct tape is not a good bandaid.

He’s had at least three energy drinks in the span of a few hours, what’s his resting heart rate?

Cleaning montage of the mens room, like it’s on tiktok

It’s your birthday written in blood on the mirror, this man does not flinch

30mins no lines

HE GAVE THIS GORILLA A CALIFORNIA SMILE ON A URINAL

Now he’s Gotta clean the bathroom again

Changed his shirt too

Forth energy drink and he’s filing his nails and playing pinball

And we’re back to the arson subplot

None of these kids thought to bring bolt cutters, I mean they planned to do it earlier, but if she saw a guy “get a job” a pit stop might have been nice

It says Siren Sarah, but she’s a fairy, neither things are all that safe

Not a word from Cage yet 40mins

These kids are freaking out and Cage doesn’t give a fuck

And two have wondered off to bone :\

She’s giving this whole fucking exposition dialogue and he’s just doing some cable/tube management

The two who went off to have the obligatory slasher sex went to the old murder room

I have to read the subtitles with the sound off or I’d be choking on my own spit it’s so ridiculous

Yeah this was supposed to be the fnaf movie, got the weird smell part of the lore

And the owner and he crew did a satanic ritual suicide to live in the suits forever

Y’all made a pentacle out of tape and still couldn’t make straight lines?

Ok not tape, invisible paint, but still, it’s rickety as shit

The animatronics would move on their own, I mean that’s what they’re supposed to do.

Wow dude, like there’s roasting your friends, and there’s that

“Oh, you a freak freak.”

And now they’re boning in the murder suicide room

They’re just watching this animatronic sing a murder chicken song

And a kid has been stabbed

Boy should be dead

Now he is

They’re fucking in the ball pit

Cage is just playing pinball in the kitchen

She just hung up on this kid

Pretty sure the saying is “protect and serve” sheriff.

I don’t have epilepsy, but there’re some nasty flashing lights

Break’s over!

50 mins no lines

THEY STILL FUCKIN!

They got eaten by the gator

She’s just watching Cage beat this thing to death.

At least she apologized for dragging her friends to the murder funhouse

Idk if this animatronic is lying or not

I think it is

More exposition!

Okay so her real parents were murdered, which is why she wants to burn it down so bad

It was lying!

Break time!

Girl held her own, with a switchblade!

Breaks over

Cops are here!

Oh, that’s a bit unexpected.

Hour in, no lines from Cage

She’s bargaining with the Ferret

“Head shoulders knees and toes~”

AN ANIMATRONIC WAS ON THE CAR FOR THIS WHOLE RIDE!

AND IT PICKPOCKETED THE SHELLS RIGHT OUT OF THE SHOTGUN! (IN SPANISH!)

Nic Cage killed the fairy with his thighs!

She beat up the animatronic but didn’t shoot it to make sure, the greatest slasher faux pass

HES CLEANING AGAIN!

Even got the kids’ bodies and covered them up.

How old is Nic Cage now?

He’s vibin’

Still no lines, and he’s 57, younger then I thought

I’m gonna say the ferret cheated for a bit

GET HIS ASS!

The fairy ain’t dead

Free Bird’s playing on the Juke

He drives off with the girl (who’s parents were killed) and the camera choices and music cues make it sorta creepy, but Nic Cage has such Dad vibes it negated those choices

HE RAN OVER THE ANIMATRONIC SHE LEFT ALIVE!

Not a word the whole film

He’s credited as “The Janitor” but it would have been dope to credit him as Nic Cage, but then again. He’s doing that for The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent.

I know sm one’s gonna roast me for finding Nic Cage attractive, but do you really have any high ground? Here? In this cesspool of questionable taste?

4/5 entertaining and I didn’t have to think, good movie to turn your brain off to

#wurds #note watches #willy’s wonderland #nicolas cage

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[jally brainrot,,]

Johnny Cade/Dallas Winston

Johnny didn’t know what he expected.

He knew his parents didn’t give a care in the world about wether he checked in or not, but he still felt required to do so. Except, it didn’t end too well.

It instead ended in a bloody mouth, nose, black eye, and a trip to Dallys apartment.

He didn’t know why his feet were dragging him to Dally, but they were. Hell, who knew if Dallas was even home.

But there Johnny stood.

Dally was more than confused and annoyed as to why someone was knocking on his door this late at night, but he knew it wasn’t the police. The knock was too light. Dallas probably wouldn’t have even heard it if he were doing something other than sitting there and smoking.

He swung the door open, ready to mouth someone off, but paused once he saw that familiar face.

“Christ, Johnny! The hell’d they do to you?” Dallas took no time nudging Johnny inside and closing the door behind him, instinctively locking it.

“‘Folks weren’t too happy when I stopped by.”

Dally licked his bottom lip and furrowed his eyebrows as he examined the boys face.

“That ‘oughta hurt like hell. ‘Cmon, let’s uh. Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

Johnny followed him to the bathroom. Why did he make that face when looking at Johnny? He’d seen much worse things in New York, so why was he cringing now?

Johnny’s thoughts were stopped when they made it to the bathroom, which was surprisingly clean (besides a few empty cigarette packs and the assortment of things.)

Neither of them said much. Dally couldn’t comfort people if his life depended on it, but he wanted to comfort Johnny so bad. But he couldn’t, so he pulled out rubbing alcohol, bandages, and pain pills.

“Sorry, Dal.” Johnny mumbled, “yknow.. for making you do this. You were prolly busy, I coulda stopped by Pony’s or somethin’.”

Dallas shook his head.

“Shoot, Johnny. What did I say about apologizing? Anything ever even come near you, you look for me. Now sit down,”

Johnny looked down and swiftly sat down, hands on his knees.

Dally wanted to tell Johnny he was actually happy he came by. Out of all people he went straight to Dallas’. No way he’d ever tell him that, though.

Dallas leaned down by Johnny, taking a q-tip and pouring rubbing alcohol on it. He grabbed Johnny’s chin with his left hand and made Johnny look at him, bringing the q-tip to the cut on Johnny’s lip.

“Ow, Dallas,” The greaser said through clenched teeth.

“It ain’t my fault, why’re you cursin’ my name?” Dally placed a bandage over his lip.

“You know I wasn’t cursing at you,” Johnny watched as Dallas wet a paper towel and brought it up to Johnny's nose.

Dally simply grinned in response, and Johnny’s face went a little red. Dallas paused and squinted his eyes, before throwing the paper towel in the trash.

“Thanks Dal, I mean it.” Johnny stood up and pulled his jeans jacket back on.

“Where ya going?” Dally asked, an intense expression on his face.

“Oh, uh, prolly the lot. Maybe Pony’s.” he placed his hands in his pockets.

“Hah. Might as well call you Two-Bit with the way you’re cracking jokes like that. No, no way in hell am I lettin’ you walk at night by yourself, that’s a death wish.” Dallas shook his head.

“I’ll be alright, Dal. Really, I got a blade on me.” Johnny turned around and began walking towards the door. The last thing he wanted was to bother Dally any more than he thought he had.

Dallas grabbed his wrist, startling him.

“Death wish, JohnnyCake. I won’t bite, promise.”

Johnny turned around to look at him, the blush from earlier creeping back onto his face. Every time Dally had used that nickname on him it never failed to make him fluster.

“Alright, alright.” Johnny nodded and pulled his hand away from Dallas, taking his jacket off and placing it on the kitchen counter, sliding his shoes off after.

Dally grinned and walked to his bedroom, while Johnny awkwardly stood there.

“You gonna sleep while standin’ or?” Dally looked back and said.

“Right,” Johnny walked into said room, sitting down on the floor.

“The hell are you doing, Johnny? Did they knock your brains out that hard?”

“Whaddaya mean? Aren’t you going to bed?” Johnny looked over at the brunette.

“Not on the floor! Cmon, Cade.” Dally chuckled and shook his head, patting the spot next to him on his bed.

Johnny pulled himself onto the bed. He had to have been out of his mind.

“Christ Johnny, are you alright? You don’t gotta be so stiff around me, I’m the same Dallas you’ve known. I swear it,”

“Sorry, Dal, I just- feel like i’m invading, is all.”

Dallas sat there for a second, before wrapping his arm around Johnny’s neck, his face on his chest, and giving him a noogie.

“Cmon, Dally! That hurts!” He whined, a small grin forming on his face while he attempted to break loose from Dally’s grasp.

“Don‘t you ever think you’re botherin’ me, alright, Cade? I mean it.”

Dallas finally stopped, and Johnny nodded, letting a sigh out.

“Alright, Dal. I got it, so no more of that.”

“Can‘t make any promises.” Dally chuckled, “now get comfortable.”

Dallas stood up and turned the light off, while Johnny removed his socks and pants.

They both pulled themselves under the covers, sitting there for a minute.

“Thank you, Dal..” Johnny said quietly.

“Anytime.”

...

“Dal, I-”

“Don’t.”

“You don’t even know what i’m tryna say!” Johnny blushed out of embarrassment.

“You’re right, but I wanna say it first.”

“Alright..?”

They sat there in the dark, in silence.

“Blast it, i’m not good with words. Cmere Johnny, where’s your face,”

Dallas felt around until both of his hands were cupping Johnny’s face. Their eyes had both adjusted now, and they could see each other. Dally’s right thumb brushed over Johnny’s cheek bone, back and forth.

Johnny had began to lead forward first, until the gap between them was closed. They were kissing. Johnny moved his hands onto Dallas’ shoulders and deepened the kiss.

They both parted and panted.

“I love you.”

Johnny finally said.

“You know I do too, Johnny. I love you too,” Dallas ran his fingers through the boys hair, before laying back.

Johnny smiled and snuggled up close to Dally, his face buried into his shoulder.

“Cmon now, Johnny,” Dallas said with a slight blush.

“You said get comfortable. That’s what i’m doing.” He grinned.

Dally sighed and wrapped an arm around him.

They both quickly fell asleep, smiling and blushing.

#the outsiders #jally #dally winston #dallas winston #johnny cade

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