#Bikes are female and I will fight you if you say anything different

[djangari]

I have to deal with this and all I get is a headache and a silver medal

~ 1616 words

“Third place? Hmm, do you remember who finished third in 2018?”, Marc jokes to the reporter and laughs as she answers that she doesn’t. “Me neither! So that's it.”

Pecco freezes, while the reporter joins in, and the video eventually restarts. He won’t like that. Hopefully, he will never see this or at least when he is not present- “What are you watching?”

A familiar figure leans over his shoulder and slowly he turns his head to look at his mentor, who suddenly appeared behind him. Whose smug grin got wiped out of his face, as he watches the video. How stupid he was to assume the other would need longer to join him in the trailer, of course he will visit him first to see how he handles the championship fight stress.

Vale laughs too. However, it's more of a pressed, dry, forced sound that is coming out of his mouth. So different from Marquez cheerful, honest sounding laugh.  In this moment, Pecco doesn’t dare to mirror it. Instead, he observes Valentinos mimic, how his eyebrows are pulled together, the wrinkles around his mouth disappeared, his eyes don’t agree with the act he is trying to play.

He taps on the screen, pauses the loop. Silence spreads in the room, while Pecco is waiting for Vale to do something. To speak, to react.

A few seconds go by and Vale hums. “He isn’t wrong. Do you remember who was third in 2008?” Pecco knows that the factually correct answer would be Pedrosa, but in this situation he would never speak it out loud. He rather shakes his head.

“See? Nothing to speak about. Let’s get Bez and eat pasta or something. We need to calm your nerves before your great weekend.” Vale straightens up again, already turning towards the door. “Come on, come on, I’ll pay.” Impatient as always, he already left the room before Pecco could protest.

Pecco quickly gets up from the couch and follows the older man. From behind he can still see the tension in his otherwise relaxed and flowing movements, can see the firm grip he has on his phone.

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Later, when they finally found Bez and Vale nearly dragged him with them, they are half finished with their meals as Vales phone, which lies next to him on the table, screen clearly visible to everyone nearby, buzzes and lights up with a pop up notice. Vale unlocks it easily with the hand that isn’t holding the fork loaded with pasta and clicks on the message. Another video starts playing, just as Vale puts the fork into his mouth, and Marc’s voice is audible.

“The third place doesn’t matter at all!’

Vale instantly chokes on the noodles and begins coughing. Pecco exchanges a look with Bez and leans over to his left to slap Vale on the back so their mentor maybe would not die because of a meal when he has lived through over twenty years of riding a death machine for fun. Bez reaches him a glass of water, although he mirrors Pecco’s expression of desperation and can absolutely relate to being fed up with his behavior.

Who can blame him? The two of them should be cheering him up, motivating him and giving him the extra power to win. Now he is robbing him of his nerves instead of helping him to concentrate.

 “Who remembers who finished third in 2022 or 2015? I finished third, but no one remembers.”

And it gets worse again… Why did he have to mention 2015 again? Sometimes it seems like he is doing this on purpose- wait no he does. Sadly Pecco, besides to Luca of course, is the one who is mostly present to see Vale‘s reaction. Not Marc. Maybe he would stop if he sees the impact he has on the old man.

… Who is he trying to fool. He would do it even more. Pecco has been around for too long to still denial the painful obvious existence of their weird exhibition kink.

With a small sigh, Pecco reaches over the table and again pauses the video, pauses the sound of Marc’s laughter. Slowly Vale recovers and is able to breathe like a normal human being again. “Nothing to worry about!”, is the first thing he gets out of his mouth.

 Sure. Pecco suppresses the urge to bang his head on the table until he falls into a coma. This would look weird, especially in public. Rumors spread fast in this paddock. The press he would have to face, the mocking he would have to endure from his engineers, it ruins the whole experience. They would eat him alive if he did that, even more if he did it on this particular weekend. So, all he does is to roll his eyes and beg some higher power that this moment would soon be over.

The door falls shut and the whole cafeteria goes silent for a second. Pecco throws a small look over his shoulder, only to freeze in fear.

Anyhow someone heard him up there and decided he needed to feel even more miserable. Loosing the title apparently isn‘t enough. Please, please, please, let him at least not-

„You‘re okay?“ No. No. No. Keep your head up, keep your head up.

„Ah. Of course, of course!“ Suddenly, the relaxed Vale is back again. He can hear the chair scraping on the floor as he leans back. „No need to worry about a guy like me.“ Ok, this has gone surprisingly well- „If you couldn‘t kill me, pasta will never make it.“

Pecco‘s head falls towards the table. God damn it.

A kick against his shin saves him. He tries to kick back, but Bez already caught his glare. With another deep breath, he turns around to face the situation like an adult.

„Ciao“, he greets his future teammate, who is standing on the right side behind his chair. Never in the existence of the universe would he ask how the fuck he got into the cafeteria of the VR46 team, so instead he stays silent and waits for Marc to speak again.

The Spaniard looks relatively comfortable in this situation, or so it seems for outstanders.  For them his bright smile blends them enough to not see the signs. Only if you get close enough you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he holds his head high up and the inconspicuous foot tapping. Yet something… something in his eyes displays the same kind of hunger he often sees in Vales eyes after an especially good race. His smile just looks a little bit too sharp and too pleased.

„I wanted to come over and wish you luck for the weekend. You will need it.“, he says sweetish and blatantly ignores the indignant glare Vale shoots him. Pecco swallows what lies on his tongue and tries to put on a similar act. „Thanks. Good luck to you too, Enea won‘t give up that third place easily.“ Marc just laughs. „Don‘t know if you already heard it, I don‘t really care about that. Next week we will try out the bike together and that is what matters in the end.“ Pecco hears the threat that lies in those words, fights for his small smile to stay on his face. „Ah right, I am also curious how they have improved the machine for next year.“

He couldn’t have said clearer ˋThis bike was build for me and you need to look how you get along with her.´ A small twitch in his smile indicates Marc understood. „Ah I trust the engineers, I‘m sure it will be a great bike.“  They just stare at each other, playing the act of a friendly talk between soon to be coworkers. It's like time froze.

Someone somewhere in the cafeteria laughs loudly and the tension breaks. “Well, I should go and find Nadia, we need to meet up with Gigi.” Shortly he bowes down to mutter something over Valentinos shoulder, who flinces at the slight touch. “You wouldn’t dare to die before I get my ninth, would you?”

Pecco sees Bez's mouth falling open and how Valentino stiffens up. Marc also notices that and his smile gets even sharper. Lightly his fingertips run over the edges of Vale‘s collarbone, centimeters away from the soft skin of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, Pecco observes the way Vale now holds the fork, knuckles bright red, fearing he will do something drastic. The question is, would he be able to stop him? Thankfully Marc leaves Vales personal space before something like that could happen.

With a tap on Pecco's shoulder, Marc signals his exit and turns around to walk away. None of them wants to torture themselves so they surely won’t stare after him, watching how he nearly hops out of the cafeteria. Instead, they stare at the table, everyone trying to recover in their own way. Bez continues eating, hoping to forget everything what he just witnessed. Vale damages the cutlery and mumbles some curses under his breath. Pecco, finally, gives in and slowly bangs his head against the table before resting it on the cold surface. Why can’t this weekend just end?

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Sunday night, when Marc's speech is almost over, Pecco feels his phone vibrating. Quickly, he checks his messages and sees a new one from Bez.

ˋWe need to replace the tv downstairs. He threw a bottle against it and now he doesn’t talk ´

Pecco grabs Domi‘s hand and tries to relax. Someone has to remember him that he needs a soundproof room next year for the case Vale decides to visit Ducati.

[ch-4-eri]

Different — Abby Anderson.

Abby X female!reader.

Warnings: comphet, anger issues, owen jumpscare (sorry) shouting, arguing, angst.

Word count: 1.2k

This fic is lowkey trauma dumping, self projection as it’s finest but hey we’ve all been there, also excuse how short it is I’m still learning how to write all over again after leaving it for a hot minute, but please do enjoy this.

You miss her. You really do, you had no other idea as to what made you and Abby’s friendship seem like it was something you’d made in the back of your mind.

Which is stupid considering everything, you knew the source of the problem, how deep he rooted his claws into her, Owen fucking Moore.

He was a senior at some point before he met Abby at a game you both went to. Soon enough he graduated which meant you’d never see Abby after school and or even the entire day as they got together. It dragged on until you noticed how moody she got, more angry than usual and you always knew Abby had temper problems.

You’d see them right outside of school, and he’d just leave her there, and you couldn’t interfere at all— you thought Abby wouldn’t like that, wouldn’t accept help in such situations.. and you were rather drifting, you’d let her figure it out on her own.

You just wondered if she misses you as well? And was Owen really worth it? Forget friendship… Abby was doing horribly in almost everything she used to like to do, her quarterback duties? Yeah, she was often arguing with her team, constantly throwing tantrums after or before games when there’s crowds watching it and the scene’s too awkward. People leave earlier than usual and it’s always intense if the argument is before the game. Even argues with the cheerleaders and their choreography as it’s not something she can pick, only the cheer coach. Abby was disturbed in many aspects, and all you could do was blame Owen.

You also wondered if it’s also Owen or something else? Was he treating her right? You doubt it, putting in mind how much she seems so temper ridden towards everything.

It was a random night you so badly wanted to check up on her, maybe hang out with her like you used to, it was all so awkward and you had no idea how else to resolve such already fucked up friendship.

You pulled up to her door with your bike, the sound of her and Owen arguing was loud enough you could hear what they were arguing about, Abby’s voice too familiar to just get over.

As you made your way out of your bike and to the front door, it slammed open with a very angry Owen stomping out, making you glare at him as he matched your glare and walked away.

Your eyes rolled and walked inside, finding Abby leaning against the counter. Still heaving in anger as she saw you; not even saying anything as you closed the door he almost broke.

“What was that?” You first said, forget the i miss yous and the corny bullshit that used to be okay between you two.

“What was what?” Abby responded, her tone cold and just as pissed off as if she’s still talking to Owen.

“Why was he yelling at you? That’s not okay.” You added, crossing your arms, keeping your voice steady. You’re not here to fight, that was Abby. Your Abby.

Abby narrowed her eyes as she’s surprised to find you there, her disturbance erupts from many things and not being able to talk to you was one of them.

She knew she fucked up when she picked Owen over you, it wasn’t even a decision she made; she just woke up one day without you around, and just him there.

She didn’t like it.

She hated it in fact.

Abby knew Owen was not a soulmate.

But the realisation of losing you for him, that stung more, made her more angry and defensive.

She was too prideful to admit what she did was wrong, be with such a guy and then lose you slowly.

Every time she recalls how good you’d treat her over stuff Owen made her feel bad about it was a damn list she had in the back of her mind every time he said something she didn’t like in which you’d be so sweet about.

Like her working out habits and how she looks, you’d encourage her and ask to come with her to the gym, Owen would just make fun of her for not looking feminine enough.

You’d take care of her when she’s sick never leaving her side enough you’d also get sick and Abby would take care of you when she’s better, Owen would just ignore her texts all day because she’s too sick in bed apparently and she’s ’too big of a girl’ she can ‘handle’ it on her own.

How you made her feel good about herself for having a ‘strong best friend’ and how proud you were of her, while Owen was too insecure to ever say something kind about it, insecure how a girl looks like she could ‘toss him away with a flick’.

The minute she had to compare the two of you, it made her feel more agony than she liked to admit even between her and herself.

As you stood in front of her after such a long time she still knew that she should be sorry, hug you and act like nothing happened.

But she couldn’t; so much had happened, she knew she shouldn’t have let you go, not for Owen or anyone because knowing he was not her soulmate, you were.

You were just right, Abby was always so certain of that, no matter who she lost or who she had, you’d be there and she let go of that like it’s nothing and she can’t mend that now, she felt too unworthy of your friendship.

It can’t be fixed.

“So what? I was yelling at him too, stop with that feminist bullshit.” Abby cursed, rolling her eyes at your defence, she loved you for it; she needed it, but she had to push you away for how wrong she did you.

“It’s not feminist bullshit, Abby, he's treating you like dirt!” You argued, showing her what’s right in hopes she’d see it.

“It’s none of your business! You don’t even have a boyfriend, you don’t get it!”

“Oh low blow! The whole ‘I don’t have a boyfriend’ bullshit just so you don’t admit he sucks and he doesn’t treat you well and he’s too fucking old for you, I don’t know what the fuck is going on Abby but this isn’t you! Hanging out with jerks like him, we used to make fun of guys like him!” You argued, eyebrows furrowed that made Abby wanna go on her knees for your forgiveness, you were right.

She wanted to cry about how wrong she’d been, she wants you back, she wants to just end this and apologise but she did you too wrong to act like this is okay.

“Shut up, get out of here!” Was all Abby managed, she wanted to save you for any more insults that could leave her mouth right at this second, there’s so much she needed to fix but you had to leave right now.

You blinked a few times at her request, Abby never raised her voice at you and maybe she didn’t mean it, but it hurt so much, she could see it as well.

“Don’t come crying to me when he’s left you, and let’s be real he will. And he will find a girl his age or maybe a girl that wears stupid bow ties in her hair because let’s face it he’s a fucking weirdo and you fell for it.” You said as a tear sheds down your cheek. “He wants to change you, and he can’t, I don’t even recognize you anymore… you won’t find me there when he does.” Was all you muttered before breaking down completely at the loss you just have to endure, leaving her house and leaving her there.

[happy74827]

Happy Accidents

[Todd Ingram x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You might've broken your leg due to Todd, but that didn't mean you couldn't still have quality time together.

WC: 2672

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

This was such a random plot I came up with, but I’m actually in love with it. I feel that this little one-shot is 100% Todd accurate (I say little but it’s literally 2k words lol).

Also, please don’t send the vegan police after me for my inaccuracies (lmao). Google was my only option 😭😭

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Spending time at the hospital wasn’t the plan you had in mind for your Friday night. You expected it with you curled up on your couch watching whatever crappy reality show that was airing with Todd by your side.

He was always the perfect person to binge with; his reactions were an endless source of sarcastic commentary. It actually made it funnier.

But you couldn't be too upset. You still had Todd, and you had… some television. Sure, it wasn’t 90 Day Fiancé, but it was better than nothing.

Usually, when it came to broken legs, you were at the hospital for two hours. Two. Hours. Not you, of course. Your boyfriend had to be a vegan and have those whacked-out powers. It was a given that there’d be an accident.

Who knew a flying amp could be so hard to catch?

At least you didn't have a concussion. The only injury was your leg, but your leg was completely messed up. Three different fractures in your femur and a torn ligament. It was the most you had ever been injured in your life, including all those times you fell off your bike or when you broke your arm in third grade.

The doctors at the hospital said that they couldn't let you leave until Monday. Surgery was also still on the table and could happen as early as tomorrow, which you definitely weren’t paying for

So, you were stuck in the hospital, eating the terrible hospital food and watching stupid television.

And the worst part about all of this was that it was slowly taking your mind off of Todd.

It was only the last couple months when the two of you started dating. Neither of you were exactly serious or anything, but you had feelings.

He was a big guy and a real sweetheart, not to mention a badass with those powers of his. It was obvious that he had a good heart, and he didn't take shit from anybody. That included you.

You had to admit that it was cute when he got jealous. He never had to worry, though. You were never interested in guys like him. You had your eye on Todd, and now you were stuck in a hospital bed because of him.

Now that it was just a memory, the moment you broke your leg was pretty comical. Envy needed a rehearsal before their band went out on tour the following week, and since you and Todd planned the night out together, you attended their quick practice.

As usual, they were awesome. You were like a little fangirl when Envy started singing. You kept your cool, though, sitting on the couch while they ran tempo and entrances. You weren't paying too much attention either, until you heard a voice and turned your head.

Lynette, the drummer, apparently had a very salty day and decided to pick fights with Envy’s ideas. She even suggested that she should learn how to write songs. That was a big no-no when it came to Envy, and it was made very clear that it would be her last comment for the day.

It was a blur, really. Envy and Lynette were throwing insults at each other, and Todd was caught in the middle of it. He was pretty bad at confrontation when it didn’t technically involve him and so he usually let it slide, but something about Lynette had pissed him off this time.

You could still remember the words he said.

"You know what I hate about you? Your hair."

You giggled, and that was your mistake. Lynette absolutely loved her hair. That haircut was her pride and joy. Todd could never understand what it was about it, but it was Lynette's favorite feature.

So, when he insulted her favorite thing in the world, she immediately started attacking your boyfriend, causing you to go over and try to stop this before it escalated.

Well, it escalated. Todd subconsciously went into “vegan mode” when he was mad. It was a defense mechanism or something like that. In any case, an accidental movement of his hand had an expensive amplifier aimed right at your leg.

Envy saw it coming and screamed his name to get his attention, but he couldn’t hear her over Lynette, and you couldn't move out of the way fast enough.

And then, everything stopped. All you felt was the excruciating pain that was apparently your broken bone, multiple places, as you later found out. Your mind went blank for a moment as all the horrified expressions of each band member turned towards you.

Todd threw the amplifier aside with his powers, profusely apologizing to you. His hair settled back down to normal as he took you in his arms.

"Oh, god, am I an idiot." He said. "I didn't mean to… oh, man, you’re okay, right?"

You were on the verge of tears when you nodded your head. The adrenaline of the moment had taken over your pain as you wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight.

Envy most definitely cursed him out on your behalf. Lynette was still pissed as she stood off to the side, crossing her arms with a huff. She didn’t really know you, so she didn’t really care that you got hurt.

But Todd knew you, and he cared a whole hell of a lot about you. He was going to be making up to you for a while. You were going to get the apology of a lifetime and probably an entire chocolate cake with strawberries. You loved strawberries.

You did not care about your injury at that moment, though. The scene of Todd apologizing to you, Envy yelling derogatory words at him that were obviously unknown to him, and Lynette's head turning in the other direction was probably one of the best sights you had ever witnessed in your life.

“How’re you feeling?” Todd’s voice snapped you out of your memory. He was in the chair beside you with a hospital pillow on his lap. He had a bag of Doritos in his hand, which he was munching on.

You turned your head over to him and couldn't help but smile. It was a smile full of love and adoration, one that made Todd raise an eyebrow.

"I'm alright," you replied, reaching for the water that was by your bedside. You failed miserably, but Todd noticed it and hovered it over to your hands.

He took the opportunity to grab another chip and take a bite before looking back at you.

"You sure you're okay? I mean, you got hurt 'cause of me.”

"That's what I get for dating a badass, I guess." You laughed, shaking your head.

Todd scoffed, "That's not funny."

"It kinda is."

"Whatever." He crossed his arms and pouted a little bit. "I'll have to watch my back more now. I could have killed you."

“It’s okay. Envy would’ve reunited us if you had. She would’ve torn you a new one. I'd say you dodged a bullet there.”

As Todd munched on his Doritos, nodding along to your words, you knew there was nothing in his brain that connected what you’d just said. He was most definitely agreeing, just to agree.

And just because of that, you couldn't help but admire him. He was sitting there with his messy hair and those brown eyes of his. His clothes were wrinkled, and you could see the tiredness in his eyes, but none of it mattered to you because he was still so beautiful.

Todd being a vegan was also a blessing because it gave him such an amazing physique. He was lean but toned, his abs always visible even under his baggy shirts. Not that you cared if they were showing or not.

"Can I have a chip?” You asked him.

He turned towards you with a look of horror on his face. "You don’t like these. You like the non-vegan Doritos.”

“Aren’t they all… not vegan?”

Todd let out a sigh, his eyes rolling back.

"Not these. Spicy Sweet Chili. I got these from the vending machine. They're for me."

He sounded like a little child, which you couldn't help but laugh at. He always was so serious about these things, even though they were snacks that were meant to be shared with people.

"That's not what I asked." You said.

"Yeah, but-"

You made grabby hands at him. You were starting to feel that pain again as your muscles were getting tired. You needed those chips.

"Todd, please."

He let out a sigh, trying to hold back a smile. He was always such a big softie for you.

He handed over a bag of chips, and you wasted no time in taking one. Immediate regret as you took a bite out of the spicy snack, choking as you did so. You managed to swallow it down before taking in a drink of water to wash it all down.

"Told you that you wouldn't like them." He said with a grin.

"I… like them. I just don't like how I feel after I eat them."

"Mhmm.”

You glared at him, narrowing your eyes. "Stop being smug."

"I can't help it if I'm so cool." He winked.

He wasn't wrong, though. Todd had a very good self-esteem about himself and was never shy to tell you so. But it was the way he said it, that smug look of his and his stupid wink, that made you want to punch him and kiss him.

It was those little things.

"You know," you said as you crossed your arms, "this isn't how I planned on spending my Friday night."

"I know, babe. I know."

"I mean, I thought we were going to have some quality time. The two of us and the TV, I really wanted to catch up on that old Ed and Rose storyline.”

"I know, I know.”

"And instead, I'm here with and because of you." You glared at him as you finished your sentence.

He was ready for your attack, crossing his arms to match yours. You two were in the middle of a staring contest when Todd opened his mouth to say something, but the nurse came in at the worst possible moment to interrupt him.

"Ah, you're awake. How're you feeling?”

Unfortunately, this made Todd win the battle as you were forced to look at the nurse. She had a smile on her face, one that made you feel relaxed. Todd turned to look at her as well.

"I'm feeling better now." You said. "Thank you for asking."

The nurse nodded her head, writing down your words before turning to Todd with a smile. "Since your friend—”

“Girlfriend.” He corrected her, pointing a finger at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, turning your head to the side as you did so. Your laughter got the nurse to smile.

"I apologize. Since your girlfriend is doing better, you’re welcome to visit back in the morning. Visitation hours are from eight to twelve and one to three. After that, only family will be allowed in.”

Todd turned to look at you, and you could see that he wanted to say something, but with a simple nod from you, he leaned back in the chair with his arms crossed, giving the nurse his attention.

She gave him another smile as she looked back at you. "I’ll come back in about an hour for a checkup. Press the button if you need anything in the meantime."

"Thank you." You replied.

She left the room smiling, leaving the two of you to look at each other.

You let out a sigh as you leaned your head back on the bed, closing your eyes. Todd's eyes never left you, staring at you as you did so.

“Should've said we were married. I would've been able to stay the night here." He said.

"Yeah, but then I wouldn't be able to sleep because of your snoring. You know, that's why I get up so early in the mornings. I have no choice but to leave the bed when you're snoozing away."

Todd had the audacity to smile at that, shaking his head.

"Whatever, I don't snore. Besides, you love the way my arms feel around you."

You opened one eye, staring at him. "Are you trying to make me feel bad?"

"No. I'm just stating the facts. I have great arms if you hadn't noticed."

You scoffed at him and his bragging. You closed your eyes again.

"I hate you so much."

"I know." He said with a smirk on his face. “Can I have my chips back now? You ate almost all of them."

You handed the bag back to him without another word, sighing deeply. You could feel Todd's stare at you as he opened up the bag again.

You heard him take another chip into his mouth as he stared at you, but he was too quiet, so you knew he had something else to say.

"What?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know that I meant it when I said sorry, right?"

"Of course I know, Todd. You always apologize."

He swallowed down his chips. "Yeah, but this time I really meant it. I was so scared when you got hurt. I didn’t mean to; I just got pissed at Lynette, and that all happened."

"Todd, it's okay. I know you didn't mean it. You would never hurt me."

"You're sure?" He asked.

You opened up your eyes again, looking at him. He was staring down at his lap as he said those words, biting his lip. You could tell that he was genuinely worried about this, so you reached over and made grabby hands again, but instead of the chips, you were looking for him.

Todd looked up at you and raised an eyebrow. He placed the bag of chips aside and got out of his chair, going over to the side of the bed to look at you. You placed both of your hands on either side of his neck, smiling at him.

"I'm positive. I know how much I mean to you, Todd. You don't need to worry. I'm not mad at you."

He was looking right into your eyes as you said that and nodded his head, moving closer toward you as he placed his hands on the side of the bed. You didn't want him to be too far away from you, so you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I'm just glad you're okay. I didn't mean for this to happen. I swear."

"I know." You replied. "It's not your fault."

You stared at each other for a few more moments before he leaned down and kissed you. He placed both of his hands on either side of the bed as he deepened the kiss. He didn't do this often, but when he did, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He was also extremely careful now that you had broken your leg, making sure that he wasn't putting any pressure on your side. He placed one hand on your face to hold you in place as he kissed you while his other hand supported his body.

It felt like a few minutes had passed before he broke the kiss. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too."

It wasn't the first time he said it, and it definitely wasn't the first time you had said it to him, but it was the first time you heard those words without any fear in his voice. There was no worry, no hesitation, only love.

He opened his eyes, looking at you with a smile on his face. His brown eyes always captivated you, especially when he smiled.

You felt your own smile spread as you looked into those beautiful eyes of his, kissing him on the cheek before snuggling up to him.

You felt his hands wrap around your body and sighed contently. Eventually, he’d have to leave, but until then, you were going to enjoy this.

And if it came with spicy chips, then even better.

[kzuwhora]

“𝔄 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯” 🐉

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: draken x male reader

𝘴����𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴: having draken as a boyfriend (sfw/nsfw)

𝘥𝘯𝘪: female readers, folks with she/her pronouns, femmes

[❌𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐❌]

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[SFW]

literally god tier boyfriend.

would do anything and everything for you

major height difference which means free piggy back rides (sorry mikey)

constantly convincing you to learn how to ride a motorcycle so you and him can ride together

y’all would be a total power couple

especially if you know how to fight too

he’s proud to have you but still blushing bad when y’all hold hands in public

makes fun of how small your hands are compared to his

just makes fun of how small you are in general

he knows you can handle yourself when it comes to random creeps tryna cat call you but the minute they try to grab your ass, it’s on sight.

would randomly bring you treats just cause he “thought you would like one.”

being around mikey more = talking about all your dates and the cute little things he does for you with mikey.

imagine trying to kiss him

for my short kings, he would be a jerk and have you on your tip toes trying to kiss him while he just leans down barely

loves kissing you….all the time

while he’s working? kiss. while y’all are both in bed? kiss. while brushing your teeth? kiss

literally has to kiss you (it’s mandatory)

cuddling with him is torture during the summer but is a blessing during the winter

that man is a whole heater

just marry him. js.

[NSFW]

sirs.

SIIIIRRSSSS!

“someone point me to the best ass eater.”

that man is god in bed

will having you begging and overstimulated like no other and he would be smiling the whole time while you’re under him

tease him by sitting on his lap while he’s working on a bike and he’s dragging you to the bathroom for a “quick break”

“everyone knows that big dick bee.”

he’ll be fucking you against the sink, his thumb teasing the slit of your dick while he’s full on making out with you

“what? did you not think i was gonna do this? over here teasing me like a slut while im at work? now shut up and take my fucking cock.”

he will have you a dripping mess but you’re satisfied nonetheless 🤭

but let him come home and find you in lingerie-

🦽

his praises during sex are EVERYTHING

“where’s my pretty boy, hmm?”

“look at how good you’re taking me, baby boy.”

“so handsome while you’re sucking my cock.”

“gonna cum for me like a good boy?”

speaking of sex..

first time with him was..a challenge.

that man is very well endowed

his length AND girth had you begging to a higher power cause FUCK he’s huge

but he also took his time prepping you + a lot of foreplay helped

while he was sliding himself slowly inside you, he was just constantly kissing your face, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and stroking you all at once

but don’t be fooled by his sweetness and charm

that man is a fiend

will constantly want to stuff you full of his cum over and over as if he’s trying to knock you up

he’ll have you gagging on his cock as well and shoot his load down your throat each time without fail

i’m telling you that man is a menace

but i mean, how can you say no to him? 😏

[storytimewithnova]

Sorry i loved you 😔 Tsukkihina

Trigger warning ⚠️

Graphics self harm images

Sad I don't do Tsukihina or kagehina I don't personally ship cannon ships I more the rare shipper I will do any ship but I don't do kagehina or tsukihina alao sorry the cover is not shoya i can't find female hinata with any of the boys

Backstory:Shoya felt so suffocated like all the love was one sided Tsukishima was putting in zero effort and now she just wants out of it all its hurting her more staying knowing someone else has his heart

Shoya created a group chat

Shoya added 4 servers

Shoya:🎶For all of the times that I tried for your smile For making you think that I was worth the while So your love love love love love would be mine🎶

Atsumu:little sister why do you sound sad

Shoya:🎶 For sending you flowers and holding your hand That no one was there to take a stand But then love love love made us blind🎶

Kei:sho talk to me who upset you

Sho’s thoughts💭 you funny enough

Shoya:🎶And I'm so sorry that I hurt you Sorry that I fell through Sorry I was falling in love with you I'm sorry that it came true but sorry doesn't turn back time For all that I have done to you I wish I could make it right So sorry that I loved you Sorry that I needed you Sorry that I held you tight🎶

Kei:loved past tense why past tense

Shoya:🎶And Im so sorry for... Making you love me and saying goodbye For being the one that taught you how to cry It was love love love and it passed us by For giving you every thing that you dreamed For taking it back when I fled the scene Sorry love, for wasting your time🎶

Everyone:.....

Shoya:🎶And I'm so sorry that I hurt you Sorry that I fell through Sorry I was falling in love with you I'm sorry that it came true but sorry doesn't turn back time For all that I have done to you I wish I could make it right So sorry that I loved you Sorry that I needed you Sorry that I held you right An apology now after all of this time Won't make any difference tonight But I'm hoping 'im sorry' will open your mind To love love love love in your life🎶

Everyone: …..

Shoya:🎶Sorry that I loved you Sorry that I hurt you Now so sorry that I loved you I'm so sorry that I hurt you Sorry that I loved you🎶

Everyone really doesn't know how to respond to what shoyo is saying

Shoya:I am sorry I loved you Kei your heart belongs to someone else this love has always been one sided I have known that from the start so for that I guess what I am trying to say is …..

Kei:yes sunshine tell me

Shoya:🗣️Hey I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now ummm,

Kei:about what sho

Shoya:🗣️i just wanted to tell you it's done and...i can't do this anymore

Tori:sis what what can't you do you're scaring us

Shoya:🗣️I can't live...anymore I'm done fighting I'm done putting up with this those scars on my arms

Atsumu:you said it was kenma’s cat

Shoya:🗣️You know they’re not cat scraches

Kei: you told me you fell off your bike

Shoya:🗣️you know I didn't fall off my bike

Tori:you told me you scraped it on the side of the door

Shoya:🗣️ you know I didn't scrape it on the side of the door you know everything but you laugh you don't listen you don't understand...

Osamu: help us understand then

Shoya:🗣️But you know how I feel but you don't say anything I'm sorry I'm a disappointment when you act sad I ask how you are and you tell me your fine I know you're not fine and I worry but when I'm sad? Nothing’s wrong not you not them not To anybody... I'm sorry it had to be this way goodbye

Shoya is offline

The miya siblings:sis sis anwser us

Kei:sunshine?!

Tori:i am nearly home i’ll check on her

She got home and called out to her it was quite eerily quiet she looked everywhere the one room she hadn’t check was the bathroom she ran there and was greeted with a sight she wishes she can unsee Tori gets back on the chat and starts

Tori:🎶 Loving and fighting, accusing, denying I can't imagine a world with you gone The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of I'd be so lost if you left me alone🎶

Atsumu: Ni chan what are you saying

Tori:🎵 You locked yourself in the bathroom Lying on the floor when I break through🎵

Tori sent attacments

Isert image

The image that Disturbed them most was sho laying on the floor with blood is shoya Tori leanijg over her doing CPR and checking how bad her wounds are

Samu:No no!!!

Tori:🎶 I pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming? Please sis don't leave me🎶

Kei has gone offline

Tori:🎶Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you Long endless highway, you're silent beside me Driving a nightmare I can't escape from Helplessly praying, the light isn't fading Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones🎶

Atsumu:Where you at

Tori sent location 📍

Atsumu:On our way message tsukishima

Tori:🎶They took you away on a table I pace back and forth as you lay still,They pull you in to feel your heartbeat,Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me🎶

Kei shows up

Kei:🎶 Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you🎶

Osamu walks in

Osamu:🎶I don't wanna let goI know I'm not that strong I just wanna hear you Saying, "brother , let's go home" Let's go home Yeah, I just wanna take you home🎶

Atsumu:🎶 Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you🎶

Tori ran to atsumu and cried

Tori:We can't loss her onii chan we can't not again please

Atsumu:We won't Tori we won't

Kei:Have the doctors said anything Tori senpai

Tori:Have the doctors said anything Tori senpai

Tori:Not yet

Doctor:Family of miya shoya

Tori:Yes that is us

Doctor: She will be fine we are just going go put her on a 24 hour watch she did loss quite a bit of blood so we had to do a blood transfusion but all in all she will live

Atsumu: oh thank God so when can she come home

Doctor:Tomorrow or the day after when we are satisfied

Tori:Thank you doc for taking care of her. We really appreciate it.

Doctor: It's my job. Just make sure to support her during her recovery. Mental health is just as important as physical health. She may need therapy or counseling to help her through this difficult time.

Tori: Of course, we'll do whatever it takes to help her.

As the days passed, Shoya slowly regained her strength. The Miya siblings were by her side every step of the way, offering their love and support. They attended therapy sessions together, learning how to communicate better and understand each other's feelings Kei tried to be a vetter boyfriend learning that their relationship was lacking communication and understanding and he was wasn't showing her the love she needed to jeep her from falling in toba deep depression he planned to change that and find better ways to communicate And Reciprocate Shoya's feelings he never wanted to see that again

[fanficfanatic000]

eddie munson x female reader

Chapter 18 (vecnafied) Story( i just moved to hawkins) Warning 18 plus .Spoilers ahead

It's a hallucination. Great. You turned around only to find the vecna. "Number 9 i thought you where dead" He says walking toward you "i-i guess im just hard to…. Catch" you didn't think you just sprinted forwards. Running while the vecna was walking.

Nancy pov: She was driving the bike with you on the back until suddenly you let go of her and fell backwards off the bike. Robin eddie and steve somewhat far behind "SShit! " I can't drag her the rest of the way at least not by myself… Nancy ran towards the other half of the group leaving you there shes trying to be quick. 4 minutes of her running toward the direction the other half of the group should be in. All while you're also running from the vecna. there they're "GUYS CODE RED!!" They saw her and rushed towards her as fast as they could. Eddie wounded. Robin and steve with weapons. Eddie:"what happened is she okay?!" Nancy:"the vecna it has her in a spell we need to carry her to the music"

Eddie pov : Walking forward with her not by my side makes me worried. Then he saw Nancy All the things playing throughout his mind. If your hurt. If the vecna got you. If anything happened he would die. Then he thought of his memories like when he pulled you on his lap or when he made you smile for the first time or when he blacked out from the pain of the bat bites and heard you say… you love him. The adrenaline flowing through him. He ran as fast to Nancy as he could "What happened is she okay?!" Nancy:"the vecna it has her in a spell we need to carry her to the music" All eddie could think about is you he ran his wound hurt but the thought of you being hurt would kill him so he ran and the group followed. He was ahead of them he's running faster then he thought he could.

Y/n pov: Feeling breathless the vecnas not anywhere to be seen. But I have to keep walking at least. I wonder how they're reacting all I can think of is eddie. I hope his bites and scratches are done bleeding "Nine stop running from me. " "FUCK OFF!" okay just run and think of something happy. Happy place. Hm eddie… "Enjoying the view" it was eddie. wait where am I.?. You looked around you're back at the lake with eddie. You couldn't help but stare at eddie for a couple seconds more his toned stomach and his playful boyish grin ok thats good. But of fucking course you would choose to run from the vecna in your underwear… wait where is the vecna…

Eddies pov: There she is. He looked at you laying there on the ground for moment then snatched you up in his arms while he sat and waited for the others. He was to tired and weak at this time to carry you alone so he just waited. A couple minutes later. robin nancy and steve showed up. steve: "okay me and eddie will carry her you two run ahead and find some music." Eddie and steve picked you up and began to carry you to the trailer.

Y/n pov: Where is the vecna the water you and memory eddie are standing in began to turn to blood. FUCK FUCK a-a different memory you take a deep breath in then out. "Chime the distraction" okay I im watching eddie play his guitar the vecna probably won't find me for a while

Eddies pov: after 4 minutes of walking were here finally we reached the music now she can get off of there steve:"Wheres the music?!" He said to Robin and Nancy. Robin: "we couldnt find… any… well any of the songs she might like, the closest we got is the alphabet kids tune or Christmas or the crap music eddie likes. And we dont have a disc player" eddie:"i have an idea what if i play for her…"

Y/n pov: Minutes passed and here you are in a memory waiting for your demise u-nless you fight themn you could escape his trance…. It's raining. The rain drops fall on you. You take a closer look and it's not water it's blood. "Henry" you say as you turn around knowing he's there. "Number nine why dont you join me in the destruction of the repeating realm we could rule together" You stopped and you thought about it. How it would be you and Henry ruling both realms… then you made your choice "I-i id rather eat dirt then rule with you!" After he heard those words he acted. He used his abilities to shove you across the hard ground scraping your back you screamed in agony.

Eddie pov: "I have an idea what if I play for her" steve:"well theres no other option" they set you down on the ground leaning up against the trailer eddie grabbed his guitar That's when the vecna dragged you against the ground. Making your body shake. He just ignored it and started to play and sing the lyrics for you of your favorite rock song

Y/n pov He dragged you against the ground but you got up back on your feet "nine i cant wait to snap your bones right infront of your freind s. So stop running from me its your time." He brought you infront of him floating in the air and he put his claw up to your face then you heard music it's your favorite song. Eddie's playing it.

Eddie pov: Come on y/n please wake up. I hope this works. Your body begins to float and it immediately makes eddie think of chrissy of what he saw happen to her. But he continued to play and sing.

Y/n pov: "I wont die without a fight." You gathered up you anger and you pushed the vecna back with your powers. You walked towards him slowly your nose bleeding. you saw a portal open with everyone on the other side. But you weren't done with Henry. You stood while he laid on the floor then he snapped your leg sending you to the ground. That only triggered you more. You made yourself float with your powers and you reached out your hand to Henry's face just like he'd done to fred, chrissy, and so many more You snapped his bones one by one. The snap was like if you stepped on a million twigs. Until He died with the last snap of his neck. You were brought out of the trance and you fell to the ground. Eddie dropped his guitar and rushed to you. Your nose bled all over your chest. Your broken leg hurting like hell. And you were tired. Your eyes started to shed tears by the pain but also seeing eddie again. He grabbed you in his arms and sat there with you. He was also tired and crying he thought he might of lost you. "Sweetheart i-i thought i lost you are you okay what happened?" "Eddie i killed him.. its over." The sky turned like a sunset the creatures of the upside-down died and grass spread across the ground. Green healthy grass. The storm was gone. "You did it sweetheart you really did it." Your leg felt better. You lean forward to look at it "its healed? My leg it healed" you lif up eddies shirt and take the bandages off to see his wounds healed well it left a scar but it's healed "Your healed " eddie:"y/n i have to tell you something i-" steve:"Lets get out of here!" You all climbed through the hole in the ceiling then you closed it knowing that you probably can open it whenever was nice Then everyone went home well except you Steve:"bye you two! See you next apocalypse" He waved and left "Eddie can i ask you something?" "No i have to tell you when i was blacked Out i heard… everything you said". "Oh sorry i i know you dont feel tha-" Eddie lunged towards you and kissed you Against a wall his ringed fingers on your waist. Then he pulled away to see your face. To see if there was discomfort but there was none "i love you sweetheart". "I love you " you say pressing your body closer to his. Blush spread across his face and yours. He grabs you and picks you up his waist leveled with yours. His cold rings on your thighs while you kiss him made a moan escape you. Eddie surprised by it he walked backwards with you then he sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap still kissing then he stopped and pulled away He grabbed a ring of his finger and put it in his hand "y/n Will you be my girl" "Hell yeah" He took your hand and put the ring on it "My Girl"

After Everything got worked out Eddie got off murder charges because nancy got her story of a toxic waste leakage from hawkins lab approved The town just basically forgot it all happened. Your mom still works 24 7 But that's okay then Eddie can come over more. You joined the hellfire club became friends even with eddies freinds You go to eddies concerts and everything's great and the upside-down has become like a vacation spot for you and eddie he renamed it the place for his princess. You got a job with Robin and steve at blockbuster Robin and steve got girlfriends We got a new club member named Erica. Lukas's little sister and she's amazing I met eddies uncle he's nice Everything is great.

[the-firebird69]

Aliens Attack New York City Scene - A QUIET PLACE: Day One (2024)

Admit it is their plan to motivate Iron Man that's who it is and he doesn't do a bad job but he's very arrogant in New York and it doesn't seem to help and the creatures are massively lethal. But his idea works there are a few issues we needed to happen we kind of planned it too and there's a gas crunch but no we have this deck we also want to use it we're better at using it and you will shrink because of it because we don't want you to have it.

Thor Freya

Olympus

true all of it. we do it too yes

Hera Zues

And so we get something these creatures are kind of under their control even if our brains in there it gets battered it gets battered and beaten in with the G force we get knocked out and a lot of people say when they come out of it no when a few came out of it and said they said they're doing it mostly we're telling them what to stick to and they kind of do that they're really we're not in control of these things and they know it and they want to inspire me and when I say as I'm working on it then when I'm doing this stupid show they're ticking with me in a big way it is just a damn nightmare how they do things I have to get out of this crap and he says you're in the run gig but you have no choice and so I'll just have to bear with it but it looks like those things are going to do anything they want. He says they seem to know who I am and I understand that and we have a car to build boy that sounds dumb it really does now arista motor was not really around no it was but he had input and he made the thing better in the brakes were a huge deal back then and he helped with that a few years ago he made some changes in there in the bike itself and I'm starting to think of what to do or or what it to be and he says it's on it's a different type of bike it's not an E bike and it's a bike that we built and converted into an E bike and the other one is kind of a new type of bike with a new frame and it is completely different and it not the same as everybody else's so we're gonna have to think about this and he's thinking about what car And I know what kind of coach it was and the horses are kind of a lame analogy so you can't tell from the horse analogy. He says you might is there arabian he believes and that's he believes and that's what they say. It used to be a big plane and they used to run real fast and the legs are longer they're not the dinosaurs but they're pretty damn big horses that's one thing to keep in mind. These are like motorcycles. The white one is like a scooter or a woman's motorcycle maybe it's kind of an idea. But how do you make the tag disappear and he says that he's seen Chrissy and her friends that little vampire girl on the bikes where it's like a saddle and it sits low and it's a sport bike. It might be a reference to that. Because the female horse kind of runs like that it's low in the back a little bit. And they and they thought it was a chopper maybe it is a little bit but so how do you combine those to be a car. Well it's like a girls car and it's a guys car. Older modified version with some modern features which might be the Pontiac G6 the new one. These are Arabian horses so we're going to try and think on that.

bg

We did think about it we came up with a couple things we're trying to make it fit and to make it work and we're kind of doing it ourselves. That could be what it is. The other thing is displace blows if he's moving around we might not fight each other as much and it happens that way and somebody knows it so I'm starting to think about what they're doing and it's smart I see him in the video movie and it's not stupid and he's not running off the mouth saying who he is and people have to check and they did. Going around the movie the Going around the movie theater. Trump saying it's him over and over and over he's trying to hit him by being himself and he's a horrible idiot. Besides that crap. The buggy is kind of a hybrid and it's built on a different type of chassis and it's not the one he rode as president it's the one he wrote as the general it's smaller but it's a full size buggy and it has a form of shocks it's designed to go fast and the wheels and tires are a little different they have a steel band on the inside and outside and the wooden spokes are kind of fused to it and it really went very fast I remember him going by and he was going around 45 miles an hour I thought that was real fast and it is it's faster than any carriage and I noted why you could take the carriage off then put something else there and he's trying to stop the max and he got in trouble. So they're gonna say that about him quite a bit and he's going to be in some sort of kit car we think and now Dave didn't build it himself but he purchased a kit car and in these **** cities they're making tons of kit cars and they kind of suck you can. And they need kick cars to copy the one that they're copying a lot is the Vader is not true but they're using the techniques and they come out pretty good. One that he designed so they know that it's good and are trying to get them to get one out there. They're not really doing it 'cause they're not really amused by their rhetoric and what they're up to in their plan. So we see how it's going but there's a ton of kit cars and some of them are bleeding out one of them is not AG6 but it looks like it and it is a jaguar and they are crazy about it and now they're going to try the Pantera the Jaguar is like a perfect match for the coach is not true it's more like AG6 it was fast but if it's not brawny and it wasn't big so that might be the size of the vehicle and the outer skin was not really that special and it didn't stay intact in a massive way and I don't think it was puncture resistant that much so it might be a used G6 but the top comes off so we have to figure out what that means I know what country it's from that would make it easier.

mac daddy

Olympus

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

280 of 2023

Hot; bold if you agree. 1. I listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. 2. I can play Hot Cross Buns on the recorder. 3. I don’t like hot dogs. 4. Hot pockets are gross. 5. I’ve said “That’s hot”. 6. I have been told to wait a “hot second”. 7. Hot chocolate > Hot tea. 8. I’ve listened to Cobra’s Starship’s CD: Hot Mess 9. I have ridden in a Hot Air Balloon. 10. I would rather be considered a “cutie” than a “hottie”.

Cold; bold if you agree. 1. I hate being cold. 2. I currently have a cold. 3. Ice cream is my favorite dessert. 4. I don’t drink enough water. 5. I have visited or stayed in an Ice Hotel. 6. I would rather go somewhere cold for a vacation. 7. I wouldn’t do much for a Klondike bar. 8. Snow is overrated. 9. Winter is my least favourite season. 10. I have been given the cold shoulder.

Yes; bold if currently, you would say “yes” to these questions. 1. “Should you be doing something else?” 2. “Do you listen to the radio?” (lol) 3. “Have you ever left the country you live in?” 4. “Are bolding surveys your favorite type of surveys?” 5. “Do you think you will ever like a U.S. President?” 6. “Is your favourite food a type of junk food?” 7. “Is your favourite band currently performing?” 8. “Have you ever cried watching a Disney movie over the age of 15?” 9. “Do you ever wonder if you would be friends with fictional characters?” 10. “Do you ever get paranoid that your dreams are telling you something you don’t want them to?”

No; I do not have… Touch-screen phone Skinny jeans Coffee maker Red nail polish Job Curling iron Tissues Ice cube trays Bulletin boards Apples to Apples (what is that even?)

In; I have been in… The White House A limousine A museum in Chicago The set of a movie or television show A wax museum A haunted house A long line A midnight release An opera house or theatre

Out; I like these outdoor activities bike riding roller blading ice skating walking a dog hiking swimming tanning kayaking playing sports rock climbing

Up; I like… balloons clouds ceiling fans rain snow Chinese lanterns Stars Planetariums Kites Birds

Down; these things bring me down, bold if you agree. Oversleeping Staining or tearing a piece of clothing Getting ditched Sold out tickets Movies with sad endings Books with endings Being a third wheel Not knowing anyone at an event When a restaurant is out of what you’re ordering Seeing a friend upset

Wrong; I have been wrongly accused of… Being upset with someone Breaking something Finishing the rest of a food or drink Knowing important information and not sharing it Witnessing something Laughing at something that wasn’t funny Forgetting to do a chore Holding out on someone Stealing Cheating on someone

Right; to my right, there’s… A television An alarm clock A beverage A candy A towel Christmas/hanging lights Someone else in the room A wall A window A pillow

Black; I like… James Bond Batman Men in Black Rock n’ Roll Harry Potter Night Time Graduation Orchestras Oreos Bowling Snow Days Letters Cotton Balls Teeth Macbooks Sugar Weddings Masquerades Ghosts

Fight; I have participated in, or I would like to be in a… Gang fight Gladiator fight Cat fight Wrestling Match Dance Off Medieval Battle Kung Fu Fight Wizarding Duel Civil War Yo Momma Fight

Break Up; Reasons I would break up with a significant other. Being paranoid of your friends of the opposite gender. Forgetting my birthday. Kissing or anything more sexual with another female (or male) Putting his friends before me. Making an important decision without my input. Going somewhere that would cause us to have a long-distance relationship. Being addicted to a video/computer game. Having bad hygiene. Forgetting to call often, or not texting me enough.

Kiss; I have been kissed… In the rain. In the snow. In a body of water. In a different city. Goodnight. In a vehicle. In a bathroom. In a doorway. For a photo. Good morning.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Eyes Full Of Tears - Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Title: Eyes Full Of Tears

Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Additional Characters: Dustin (Mentioned), Reader's mom (Mentioned), and Billy's dad (Mentioned)

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 |

WC: 1,837

Warnings: Sibling fights, yelling, Billy being hard on himself, mentions of depression, slight angst, and crying Billy

Arriving home, you headed inside, Dustin already ready to leave. 

“Wow, you’re ready.” You were slightly surprised.

Most times, Dustin would take a good thirty minutes before he was even ready to leave. Today was different. Dustin nods before speed-walking out the door, already hopping in the front passenger seat. You sighed and got in the car as well. As they drove to Mike’s house, You tried to start up a conversation.

“Does mom know you stayed home from school?” You asked, slightly annoyed that you drove him to his school for him only to later ditch it. 

You didn't want to question how he got back home. His bike was where it was that morning. Something was happening. Something fishy.

Dustin looked at his sister with wide eyes before giving a small challenging glare.

“Does mom know you sneak a boy in your room?” He clapped back, freezing for a slight moment.

You tried to hide your shock that Dustin had found out. “I don’t know what you mean?” 

Dustin gave you a deadpanned look, You looked at him quickly before looking back at the road.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell?” You stated, and Dustin agreed.

“Fine…” It was silent for a while before Dustin spoke up.

“Who is it?” It was silent again for a while as you thought.

You weighed your options. Lie or tell the truth. you knew how your brother felt about Billy. If you told him the truth, he’d look at you differently, and maybe say a few things. He would be disappointed in your. But, You reasoned, Dustin would be even more disappointed if you lied and he found out later the hard way. 

With a deep sigh, You spoke up, “Billy.” 

Dustin quickly looked over at his sister in complete shock. “What!? With Hargrove!? Are you serious!? Why!? Do you know what he’s like!? He’s a complete jerk!” 

You winced at the sharpness and tone of his voice, waiting until he was done to answer.

“Billy is just misunderstood, Dusty. I won’t tell you why because that’s his business, but you have to trust me on this one. Billy is different.” You tried to explain but Dustin was having none of it.

“That’s not an excuse! I thought you knew better! He’s a womanizer, he’s just going to use you and get rid of you once he gets what he wants.” 

You didn’t respond. 

You understood what Billy was like, but you knew what he was really like. Under the mask that Billy wore was a shy, mistreated, hurt, young man. You knew Dustin and his friends didn’t see that. you could bet that you were the only one. You didn’t let his words deter you, you never had any doubts.

Stopping at the front of Mike’s house, you ruffled Dustin’s hair. “Do you really need me tonight for your game?” You asked, and Dustin thought for a second.

“Well, no, but you could come to next week’s game. I doubt it’s going to be anything exciting today.” Dustin explained and you nodded.

“Well, I think… I’ll just head home. I’ll hang out with you guys next week.” Dustin nodded, feeling slightly bad for ruining his sister’s seemingly happy mood.

“Okay, see you later.” Dustin spoke, getting out of the car but pausing at his sister's words.

"Say hi to the kids for me?" You asked and Dustin nodded silently before running up to the house.

Waiting until he was inside, you began to drive off, back home. Once inside, you lazily toed off your shoes and checked your watch, your mom wouldn’t be home for another three hours. Mentally exhausted and emotional from your conversation with your brother, you just went into the kitchen and grabbed a pint of ice cream. Grabbing a spoon, you just waltzed upstairs and to your room, grabbing your remote and putting on whatever you had already on the TV.

Scooping a large clump of ice cream in your mouth, You cringed at the bitter cold, automatically regretting eating so much, causing a brain freeze. Setting the pint next to your, You held your head and shut your eyes, hoping the brain freeze’s pain would reside soon. As it slowly slipped away, You grabbed the ice cream once again, but before you could eat any more, your phone rang. Sighing, and rolling your eyes, you sat the ice cream down again and picked the phone off of the receiver.

“Hello?” You asked, resting the phone between your shoulder and neck, picking up your ice cream and taking a bite.

“Hey, Beautiful. You didn’t call me…” Billy spoke on the other side of the phone.

You sighed again and nodded to yourself, “I’m sorry, Billy, I got caught up in stuff.” You spoke, taking another bite.

Billy chuckled, and he continued, “What kind of stuff?” He asked and you paused, placing your half-eaten pint of ice cream down beside your again.

“Well, I was going to play that dragon game but it seemed Dustin didn’t need me. So I’m eating ice cream and watching reruns of ‘Murder, She Wrote’.”

“Can I come over? I mean, you did blow me off on our dinner date.” He asked, voice playful teasing.

You thought for a moment. your mom still wouldn’t be home for a while.

“Yeah sure, only for a while.” You agreed, a small smile on your face.

Billy nodded with a smile of his own, even though you couldn’t see that.

“Alright, Beautiful, I’ll see you in five minutes.” He spoke but you spoke up.

“Don’t you dare speed-” He hung up.

Sighing, You knew it took a good ten minutes to get to your house if the streets were good. You grabbed your melted ice cream and went downstairs, putting the rest in the freezer for later. Cleaning up your room a bit, you made sure it looked somewhat presentable. You then heard the familiar pebble on your window. Opening your curtain, Billy stood down below, hands in his jacket pockets, a smile on his face. 

Opening your window, you watched as Billy began to climb the side of the house, holding onto the side roof and pushing himself up. Reaching out, You helped him the rest of the way, once he was fully in, you shut your window.

You sat on your bed and Billy followed suit, taking off his shoes, turning to look at you with a cocky smile, but after seeing your face, it dropped a bit.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders, resting your clasped hands in your lap.

"You almost gave me a heart attack climbing up that…" You spoke, laughing awkwardly. 

Billy saw right through it.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

You didn't hesitate this time.

“My brother found out about you.” You spoke up and Billy turned to look in front of him, nodding, lips pursed.

“I assume he didn’t take it well?” He asked and you nodded.

“What did he say?” You gave a small sad smile.

“He basically said that you were a bad influence." But then your eyebrows scrunched.

"I don't even know how he found out since he was at Mike's.” You spoke, more to yourself than to Billy.

Billy gave the same small smile, nodding, “I guess I sort of am…”

You turned to him and shook your head, “No, Billy. You’re not. They just don’t know the real you. And, I do. You’re not a bad influence at all.”

“I’ve done a lot of bad things, Y/N. That makes me a bad influence. You really shouldn’t care-” He began but you caught him off.

“No, we are not having this conversation again. Billy, no matter what, you are smart, determined, caring, and so much more than that. But, you are too hard on yourself. Don’t even get me started, I will go on a tangent on how amazing you are if I have to. But, I need you to know that this is not your fault. Nothing is your fault. It’s your stupid fatyour’s. You are not a bad person for the things you have done, that is you, retaliating against what your father has done and trying to get your strength back from when he takes it away.” 

Billy is silent, eyes wide, staring at you, letting you rant.

“You are strong, Billy. You are strong for surviving what you have gone through and what you are going through.” You finished, eyes fully determined on making sure Billy knew his full worth.

Billy continued to stare, and You right back, Billy really couldn’t believe his ears. He really thought sooner or later you would convert to hating him too, but he was wrong. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Billy’s stomach felt warm and bubbly, and his heart was beating a million miles a second. He hadn’t felt like this for someone in a long time. 

Billy felt his eyes tearing up and he quickly looked away, his mind telling him to ‘man up’ saying that he should be ashamed for crying. But, those thoughts went away right away when You gently placed your hand on Billy’s cheek, turning him to look at your. Your eyes were tearing up, as you stared at the hurt man in front of you. He was in so much pain, constantly. 

“I will be here, no matter what. If you ever need me, day or night, I will be here. Like always. You will never be a burden or a weight on my shoulder.” You continued, voice soft with emotion.

“And… You can cry if you want to, if you need to. I’ll never judge you or anything like that. You deserve to cry. You don't have to hold it all in.” You spoke and that’s when he really broke down. 

After so many cruel years of being abused over and over again by his own father. Someone who is supposed to love and nurture him. The pain is emotional, physical, mental. All crashing down on top of him. He finally felt like he could let it go. You pulled him into a hug, Billy immediately wrapped his arms around your, digging his face into the side of your neck, tears wetting your sweatshirt. 

And he stayed like that for a good while, quietly sobbing into your sweatshirt as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. Getting a bit stiff, You slowly dipped back, gently falling on your bed, Billy resting on top of you. Laying still, legs tangled together, You did nothing but try and soothe him, trying your best to fix his broken soul. They laid like that for a good long while. Billy laid on top of you, head still tucked into your neck, his tears slowly drying up as he still held on tight. You hummed quietly as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, your other hand gently rubbing circles on his back.

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Free Now.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Your ex boyfriend Billy has been harassing you ever since the breakup and he just won't take "no" for an answer. You have spent every day since then alone and sad, Eddie intervenes in your time of need and it caused a lot of unwanted attention.

Warnings: No major warnings, a mention of a fight and some tense situations but nothing upsetting that I can recall? This is just angst/fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “Hey! This is what I have in mind. Sorry if it's too long. Your ex-boyfriend Billy doesn't appear to be handling the breakup well and won't leave you alone. Since many of the girls don't talk to you because they want to date your ex, and the boys don't approach you because they are terrified of Billy, you are kinda isolated at school. But Eddie, who had already seen how Billy handled you and still does, chooses to confront him on one of the many occasions he bothers you at school. They fight, you treat Eddie's bruises, he's cute and says he's always liked you and that you can sit with him and his friends, you kiss him and tell him you've always had a crush on him and you start seeing each other. Please, let me know if it's ok for you.”

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You had liked Billy because he was different, he was a bad boy, he had some edge to him. You loved his hair, his confidence, the way he carried himself, everything about him. He was gorgeous, and everyone wanted him, yet he chose you. You were weak at the knees whenever you were around him, he had your heart in his hand and that wasn’t going to change… Until one day, it did.

You don’t remember exactly when it happened, but you remember the exact repulsive words that came out of his bitter, bigoted mouth.

He was picking you up from school one day and you were talking to Dustin and Lucas as you had caught the tail end of their conversation and it had made you laugh, they were quick to include you and you stood talking by the bike racks whilst waiting for Billy to arrive.

His loud music pumping through the speakers whilst his tires screeched from the speed of him hitting the breaks, coming to a sudden stop in front of you all.

“What the hell are you doing with these losers?” he scoffs out his window, sizing up the two kids with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Oh, behave. They’re sweet.” You defended them with a smile, that smile quickly fading as he clambered out of the car and marched over to you all.

Heated words were exchanged, Billy was throwing all kinds of slurs at the undeserving children and that outraged you. You could deal with his attitude normally, but homophobic and racist remarks? That was your limit, as it should be for any decent human being.

A harsh slap across his cheek stopped his tirade, you announce that it was over between you both as you refused to date a monster like him.

That was a couple of weeks ago now, and his words still haunted you. How can someone that pretty be that hideous underneath? A shiver ran up your spine whenever you thought back to the times you had spent with him, not wanting to recall anything positive about him, he didn’t deserve an ounce of your praise or time, he was dead to you.

Or so you wished. Billy had spent every waking moment since you broke up with him making your life hell, begging for you to take him back and making a big show of his feelings for you around anyone who was present to witness them. He was embarrassing himself, and he was certainly embarrassing you. It was causing such a scene on a daily basis that whilst you avoided him like the plague, everyone in school was giving you the same punishment.

Girls avoided you as they all fawned over your ex, perplexed by how you could be so “stupid” to break up with someone so “dreamy.” Guys walked the other way when you were nearby as they didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Billy’s abuse for even looking at you. It was an isolating nightmare you were living.

You were sat outside of school on one of the benches reading a book whilst minding your own business, looking up with a disgusted look on your face as your ex plopped down on the seat beside you, arm strung around your waist as you immediately escape his grip.

“Go away, Billy.” You sigh, trying to focus on your book.

“Ah, c’mon, sweet thing. Don’t be like that…” his voice a pathetic attempt at sounding seductive and classy, in reality he just sounded like a jackass.

You weren’t alone, thank god. The other students were all littering across the grass and various benches as it was a surprisingly nice day in Hawkins, you just knew it was smarter to keep to yourself, which is why you picked the bench furthest away.

“Don’t touch me.” You groan, uncomfortable expression on your lips as you try and wriggle away from him once again, his hand gripping your hip as he keeps you flush to his chest.

“C’mon, baby. I miss you… What do you say we get outta here?” he purrs, pressing a light kiss against the weak spot behind your ear.

“Don’t touch me!” you scream out a little louder this time, grabbing the attention of everyone around you as you shove him away from your body.

“When did you become such a prude?!” he hisses, standing to his feet and wrapping his arms around your midsection whilst you are immediately trying to unwrap them from around yourself.

“I’m not a god damn prude, I just don’t want someone like you touching me, you’re pathetic and disgusting so let. Me. Go!” you squeal out, giving him a knee to the crotch whilst allows him to let go of you for a second in shock.

He stumbles for a second, taking a deep breath to regain his composure before he’s making advances towards you again, smug grin on his lips as he reached out for your backpack strap to stop you from getting far.

“Oh no you don’t!” called an annoyed noise from just over Billy’s shoulder, you see a fluffy haired guy hurrying up behind your ex, immediately wrapping his arms around Billy’s throat to give him a soft headlock to give you the time and space to distance yourself from Billy.

A wild elbow is thrown into the ribs of the stranger, causing him to hiss out as Billy wrangles out of his arms and faces him with pure venom in his voice, “Munson… I shoulda known it was you…” he smirks, dropping his weight a little so he could charge into the other guys’ chest and tackle him to the ground.

You back up a little, whole body shaking from the ordeal whilst a small crowd gathered to watch the two guys wrestling and battling one another, one trying to win your affection, the other trying to defend your honour.

You assume it’s going to be a battle of egos and testosterone, a relatively harmless wrestling match… That is until the brunette recoils his arm away, letting it smash forward to lay a hard blow to Billy’s noise, causing the blonde to scream out in agony.

“You little shithead!” Billy cries, nose already seeping with blood, grabbing the other guy by the throat, and shoving him down onto the ground as he pinned him and started laying wild blows to whatever he could hit. Fist colliding with his jaw, chest, anything he could find, the two guys were just exchanging hands and you were frozen in your spot in pure fear.

“Eddie! Stop! He’s not worth it!” you hear Dustin scream from the edge of the crowd, it took this long for you to realise the tatted stranger was Eddie Munson.

Dustin and his small group of friends rushed over and did all that they could to intervene, pulling Eddie off of Billy once the two men had swapped positions and it was Billy’s turn to get his ass beat. They were both red in the face, covered in blood and cursing at one another, it was hard to believe that this tall stranger was being held back by these children…

Looking up, you saw that a girl you knew as Max had come to the aid of Billy. Well, she had stood in front of him and held out her arms so neither of the older guys could step closer without her getting hurt first.

“What is the matter with you two?!” she screamed, full of rage.

“That little freak hit me!” he defends, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You deserve it for not learning what the word no means, dick!” Eddie retorted, sitting on the bench you were previously on whilst nursing his aching jaw.

“What do you care anyway? Ever heard of minding your damn business?!” Billy sounded like he was getting riled up again as Eddie was also seething.

“Keep your hands to yourself and I’ll mind my business.” Eddie growled.

It took a little more begging from either side’s friends before the two boys split up and went in opposite directions, Max shooting the group an apologetic look before she forced Billy to head back to his car. You watched as Dustin and Lucas tried their best to clear Eddie up, but he kept lightly shoving them away, not wanting any help.

It took all the power and strength you could muster up before you had the guts to step over to Eddie, body shaking with nerves as you clear your throat.

“T-Thank you…” you mumble, Eddie tilting his head up to look at you, eyes sympathetic as he noticed that it was you he was speaking with.

“Don’t even mention it. You okay?” he asks with genuine concern in his voice, you sheepishly nod your head as you knew the worst was over for now.

“I… We should get you cleaned up…” you suggest, referring to how his outfit was smothered in dirt marks, hands a little bruised and bloody as his lip was split a little from the punch he received earlier.

He stood without much argument, you slide your backpack up onto one shoulder and slowly guide him back into the school. He was limping and gasping every now and again from the pain, you ease him into the girls’ bathroom so he can at first wash his hands.

Eddie groans in annoyance at the sight of himself in the mirror, turning away from it once his hands were dry and clean. You frown, grabbing a tissue and soaking it in warm water, waiting for permission before you lightly dabbed the blood from his lip.

He winced, you apologised. It went on like this for a couple minutes before you had him clear from blood and a grateful smile on his face, throwing away the bloody towels in favour of brushing his hair from his face. You were extra delicate with him as you knew he was tender.

“I’m Y/N by the way…” you offer, filling the silence.

“I know. I’ve had a crush on you since first grade.” He shrugs with a half-hearted smile, leaning back against the sink whilst you washed your own hands to be clean of the dirt. “I’m Eddie.”

“Yeah right!” you snort, to which he interrupts.

“I am, it says so on my birth certificate!” a smug grin on his face.

“Not that part!” you snort a laugh, smacking him playfully on the chest before gasping and apologising immediately as you’d hit one of his fresh bruises, you stroke your fingers over his chest soothingly, “I meant ‘yeah right’ to the crush part, butthead.”

“I know, I just love teasing you. But I’m being serious about that part, I always had a crush on you, broke my heart when you started dating that asshat.” He mumbled.

“Broke more than just your heart, hm?” you gesture to his fractured hand, causing the both of you to let out laugh that fades to a soft sigh.

“It was worth it…” he smiled, brushing your hair behind your ears, and admiring the way that you blush under his touch. “Besides, I could treat you way better than he ever could—”

“Not much competition there!” you laugh, interrupting him.

“Shut up, I was trying to be romantic!” he groans with a fake huff.

“Sorry, sorry, go ahead!” you promise to be quiet, beaming up at him as he took a second to appreciate how beautiful you were when you smiled.

“Do you think you’d ever wanna go out some time? Like… when I’m healed and not all gross and bloody?” a hopeful look in his eye.

“You could never be gross, even when you’re bloody,” you reassure him, stroking his cheek with your thumb, making sure to be extra delicate with his sore face, “but I would really like that…”

“Wait, really?!” he sounds like an excited child.

“Of course! You’re handsome, funny, protective, you’re willing to break your damn hand just to defend someone you hardly know, you’re already miles above anyone else…” you shake your head with a smile.

“I’m stoked, that’s awesome!” he’s grinning, only wincing slightly when his lip splits open again and causes a little blood to drip out from his smiling.

“Jesus Christ, not again!” you groan, grabbing another clean tissue to repeat the process of cleaning his busted lip, not wanting to get the crimson stains on his—well, his muddy white shirt, you suppose.

“Get used to the next 50 years of taking care of me,” he snorts a laugh.

“If you’re lucky,” you tease, your voice soft and playful.

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Could you please write and Alpha!Daryl Dixon and him finding out that teh Omega!Reader is his truemate? Fluffy and smutty please?

Hi Anon!!

Did you say Alpha!Daryl? Hell yeah!! I'm in!!

I hope you don't mind if I use Daryl from season 2-3 I love him so much and I think he is perfect for a quite dominant Alpha but at the same time soft and protective. And I miss this Daryl if I have to be honest🤭🤭

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing!!

Soulmates.

Alpha!DarylDixon x Omega!FemReader.

Anon request.

Warnings: Fluff. Smut. ABO dynamics. Heat.

Words: 7000 (oops sorry...)

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Daryl is confused.

You're always on his mind. Even if he doesn't try, there is always some thought in his mind for you. He can't understand why. You aren't special. You're no different than the other women in the group.

Yet your scent always gives him goosebumps.

Since he arrived with his brother Mel to the Atlanta group, something was different with you. Several male Alphas predominated who soon made their place in the group clear, Merle and Daryl were also Alphas, headstrong, dominant and territorial, but in the situation they were in it was unnecessary to start a confrontation with the group.

Shane, Ed, Dale and T-Dog were Alphas, younger, older, more impulsive or wiser, they balanced the group, Andrea was also an Alpha female along with Jacqui. Lori Grimes along with Carol, Morales' wife and Sophia were Omegas but being bonded their essences were weaker, plus Sophia was a girl who had not even entered her first heat. Glenn, Amy, Carl, Jim... they were Betas with a neutral scent.

And then there was you.

You were neutral, your scent was faint, barely detectable, like just another Beta, yet you had that touch, that little scent that got Daryl to always keep an eye on you. Daryl had always tried to be a less dominant Alpha, he had lived in his own skin, his own mother being dominated by his father, desperate for his essence as an Alpha. He'd always heard from his mother that they were destined, that they were soul mates.

Daryl has never believed that about the destined pair, the Alpha and Omega bonded.

No, not after seeing how his father mistreated his mother and themselves.

Yet there was something about you that always kept him on his toes. At first you didn't have much trust, you were always hanging around the group of women, taking care of chores, Daryl would go off with his brother to hunt, to bring food for everyone, but when Merle disappeared, when you left camp to go all the way to the CDC for help, you and Daryl shared his truck. At first the conversation didn't flow from either of you, Daryl looked at you absentmindedly as he drove, gradually the conversation flowed between you, you even laughed despite the whole situation, saying goodbye to Jim was hard and once again plunged the trip into an intense silence. One that was enough for Daryl to assure himself that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, that he would fight to protect you even if it was from himself.

He delivered as best he could, he got you out of the CDC alive and came back for you when T-Dog told him you were left behind with Andrea. He didn't think twice, he skidded the bike on the dirt floor and went back to the farm looking for you. He couldn't leave you there.

He couldn't lose you. For some reason, his mind wouldn't let him, he felt something tearing at him inside but he didn't know what.

It took you eight months to find a place where you could feel safe again. Daryl couldn't confidently say that it was home, but with a pregnant woman about to give birth, it was better than nothing. After eight months of wandering that prison provided security, you managed to enter the outer courtyard and Rick was planning to take over at least one of the blocks, but first the group had to regain strength.

Daryl keeps turning his mind over, he can't stop thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. He sighs and becomes alert as soon as he senses Carol's presence trying to climb onto the bus he is standing guard on. The Alpha helps her up and she holds out a plate of food.

"It's not much, but otherwise you would have run out..."

"Little Shane has a good appetite." He mumbles wolfing down what's on the plate using his hands as a fork.

"Don't be mean..." Carol whispers, but a knowing chuckle escapes her. "How are you? Since we left the farm you seem distracted."

There's that innate Omega instinct. Daryl can sense her scent, since she lost her husband, Ed, she is now a lone Omega, she can be claimed again by another Alpha, yet her scent is faint, as if she is still bound to Ed in some way. Carol does not arouse in him the curiosity he feels with you, he considers her an equal, he has even begun to appreciate her as a friend, wanting to protect her from his pain, from the loss of his daughter, but nothing more. Through his mind goes the idea of talking to her about what is happening to him. Perhaps by putting it out loud he will feel somewhat less confused.

"Ya... Have ya noticed anything strange with her?" he murmurs, shaking his head pointing at you absentmindedly, you are in the circle with the others by the fire, oblivious to the conversation of your companions.

"Anything weird, what do you mean?"

"I-I dunno... I know she's a Beta, but her essence is..."

"Oh, I get it, maybe you should talk to her. Maybe you'd be surprised at the answer." Carol says cryptically, and it certainly doesn't help Daryl at all.

"I think... she doesn't feel very comfortable when I'm around..." He tries to excuse himself, Carol gives him a bored look and massages his shoulder wincing in pain. "Yer okay?"

"Yeah, it's my shoulder, with the recoil of the rifle, it's bothering me."

"Lemme." He tells her setting the plate aside and massages the woman's shoulder.

"Uhm how romantic." She jokes laughing when she hears Daryl snort in amusement and nervousness.

In between jokes and nervous laughter, Daryl and Carol get off the bus to meet up with the others. The Alpha is feeling a little calmer, he hasn't told the widow his troubles, but he feels better. He helps Carol off and his skin crawls with goosebumps as he senses your scent there, maybe you've overheard the conversation or maybe it's himself starting to hallucinate. He doesn't want to say anything, so he pretends not to smell you and they return to the group listening to Beth sing.

Daryl feels the prison falling on you like a tomb. You try to enter, the dead fall on you with hunger, in the kitchens of the block there are several prisoners who have survived, but some of them are hostile, you lose several companions, T Dog, Hershel must amputate a leg, Carol, Lori... Carl appears with a baby in his hands and Rick loses his head. Everything suddenly becomes chaos, but you have to think with a cool head, Hershel needs help, you have to keep an eye on the prisoners who have stayed with you, you have to keep an eye on Rick, that he doesn't do anything crazy and there is a little girl who needs to be fed as soon as possible.

"Not far from here there should be a supermarket, we saw the sign a few days ago while we were on the road." Glenn says and Maggie nods her head.

"We can't all go, there are cars all over the road." Maggie says in frustration, Daryl grunts chewing his lip nervously.

"I'll go, ya guys stay here, keep an eye on the prisoners, make sure Hershel is okay." He gives several directions and everyone seems compliant, he touches Beth's shoulder who as a young Omega her maternal instincts have kicked in and cares for the little baby. "Keep an eye on her, and Carl, he's lost his mother and if anythin'..."

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." She nods her head walking away back inside the pavilion. Daryl then grabs your hand and you turn around confused.

"Come with me." It's a command, but his voice is soft, calm, yet you can still feel it get under your skin making you shiver. "If we both go on the bike we can bring more stuff."

"Okay." You agree, but you sense something isn't quite right, Daryl's influence is affecting you more than it should.

The Alpha notices it too. He notices something different when you get on the bike, hugging you to his back, your scent has intensified, a sweet smell hits his nose, making him frown. Confused.

You don't make it to the mall Glenn told you about, Daryl turns off on another road finding a small town where there is a kindergarten, there it's much more likely that no one has looted what's inside than a mall. The motorcycle's engine purrs to a complete shutdown, Daryl positions the bike nicely and you let go of his waist.

"We'll check this place out first." Daryl says as you enter the kindergarten. "If we ain't find anythin' useful, drive to the mall."

You nod your head following his plan. Carefully the two of you enter the kindergarten in search of things for the little baby. You keep quiet every moment, you don't know if there might be any Walkers in there and you don't want to attract the attention of any more. The first room you enter gives you goose bumps. There are a bunch of drawings of different children, some hands with names on them, one in particular catches both of your attention "Sophia". You know that for Daryl it was a hard blow not to find the girl alive, he put his own life in danger for her. Now you understand many things, Daryl has been trying to be close to Carol since you left the camp, with Ed out of the picture, the Alpha was trying to claim her as his own, those little details with her proved your theory, plus the complicity between them. Now Carol was gone and Daryl seemed mortified by it. It hurts you to see him like this, but it hurts you even more to feel selfish. Daryl has caught your attention ever since he showed up at the camp with his brother, yet you've always shielded yourself from the Alphas, trying to be indifferent, to not make yourself noticed, but Daryl managed to seep through your skin and those little gestures, those little moments that showed you he would never be like his brother, those things made your feelings for him grow stronger.

Which reminds you...

"I'm going to the bathroom." You tell him when you see him open a drawer pulling out a bunch of diapers and some new bottles. "Maybe there's something in there for Hershel, we need clean bandages, antibiotics..."

"'kay, but be careful." He asks looking over his shoulder at you. You nod and walk away down the hall.

Actually your goal isn't medication to ease Hershel's pain. You need something for yourself. You open all the drawers, of course you take everything that might be useful, but you don't find what you're looking for.

"Come on..." You whisper, in your backpack you have no more, you need to find a full box. "Oh thank God." You gasp when you find it.

"What's that?" your heart stops when you hear Daryl's voice next to you.

The Alpha walks towards you, with two long strides he reaches you and snatches the pills out of your hand. His eyes widen and travel from you to the box and back to you. Omega hormone suppressants. Anger begins to bubble under his skin, everything makes sense now. His confusion with you, your different, but not too intense scent, your flighty looks.

"Yer an Omega..." He hisses angrily, you lower your head feeling his scent abruptly impose itself on you making you moan.

"I need them Daryl..." You tell him wanting them back, but Daryl abruptly pulls away.

"No." He roars throwing them to the ground, stomping on them angrily.

"No! No, Daryl, stop!" you try to stop him, but he grabs your neck pinning you against the wall. Nervousness and fear mix inside you with helplessness and anger.

"Ya ain't need that shit... Why are ya hidin' who ya 're?"

"Why?" there is irony and anger in your voice. "Because I'm an Omega, who was traveling alone, in a group with unclaimed Alpha men, I'm... I'm like a fucking bullseye. I wasn't going to let just anyone come up to me and touch me."

"That ain't gonna happen." Daryl assures you, releasing you and putting some distance between you.

"Oh no? Oscar and Axel are Alphas, Rick has lost his wife, but he's an Alpha too, you..."

"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to ya." He cuts off your words feeling his body tremble as he imagines himself with you.

"And how do you plan to do that?" you fold your arms, still angry, but you feel your heart racing.

"I'm gonna take care of ya. I won't let anyone touch ya, no one will hurt ya." He promises you, but his gaze flicks to the ground and his brow furrows as he looks back at you. "But ain't take that shit again." You can't add anything to defend yourself, Daryl turns away to continue on with your main mission.

The effect of the last suppressant you had taken wears off faster and faster, your real scent surfaces, sweet, smooth, a hint of cinnamon and peach that makes Daryl dizzy for an instant. He has never smelled anything like it before. His gaze is riveted on every move you make, you've reached the kitchen where you find powdered milk and the man has caught a possum. He has promised he won't let anyone hurt you.

But he isn't sure he can protect you from himself.

The journey to the prison is tense, every touch your bodies receive your skin tingles, now that you have nothing to quell your own instincts the closeness of the Alpha is harder for you to deal with. The same happens to Daryl, if he was already curious about you believing you to be a Beta, now his inner animal demands to study you closely, to learn your scent, to discover your heat cycle. And claim you.

Daryl stops the bike as you pass the massive prison gates and growls angrily when his mind throws that possibility at him. No, he's not going to do it. Because you don't want to belong to anyone, it's been made clear to him, you've been hiding from all of them so they'll leave you alone. You are clearly not interested in being anyone's Omega. Your essence doesn't go unnoticed by anyone, but it's clear that Glenn and Maggie already knew that. Now Daryl understands why you traveled with them to get drugs whenever they had to leave the farm.

Hershel awakens for a few moments from his unconscious state so that you all breathe a sigh of relief as he has not transformed, on the other hand, Maggie and you take care of preparing a bottle for the little girl who has no name yet, the baby travels from Beth's arms to her brother's and to Daryl. You are surprised when you see the archer hold the baby with great care, whispering soft words to keep her calm, cradling her in his arms, seeming to be afraid she might break at any moment, but he doesn't let go. Maggie gives him the bottle and Daryl doesn't hesitate to give it to her, the little one drinks hungrily mumbling in the arms of the man who smiles in a sincere way. His gaze travels between his companions before settling on you. His smile doesn't falter, but you both feel a shiver run through.

Seeing Daryl show up with Carol in his arms hurts. It hurts you more than you want to admit. Of course you're glad Carol is alive, you'd never say otherwise, but for a moment you believed Daryl's words when he said he'd take care of you. Now that the Omega is back with the group, you doubt very much that the Alpha has time to waste on you.

"Y'knew that, didn't ya?" Daryl asks Carol when they are left alone in the woman's cell.

"That she was an Omega girl? Of course I did." Carol is tired, a little dizzy and dehydrated still, but she knows her friend needs to talk.

"Why didn't ya tell me when I asked y' about her that night?"

"Because it wasn't my obligation. I didn't want to force your decision to claim her."

"She ain't want to be claimed." He mutters feeling the tips of his ears burn.

"Is that what she told you?"

"She was takin' suppressants, I think it's obvious that..."

"I think it's obvious you don't understand anything." She laughs a little but Daryl frowns. She didn't want to be claimed by just anyone, Daryl, the world for the Omegas has always been hostile, now add a world that has fallen apart and those few laws that kept us safe are no longer worth anything..." she explains and Daryl looks down understanding Carol's words.

"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to her..." He whispers.

"I know." The woman smiles and closes her eyes feeling tired again.

Things at the prison slowly seem to be stabilizing again. Hershel is healed, with his crutches he is walking around the prison block and garden with no problems, the baby, Judith, is growing healthy and strong, you still have enough food for her, Carol has regained her strength and Rick has come to his senses. With each passing day it seems that this place can be called home, Rick has started work on a part of the garden to prepare a vegetable garden and an area for animals, to have some more food in case supplies start to run low. Oscar and Axel have made a place for themselves within the group, although there is some reluctance with them, but they have proven not to be very bad people. You and Daryl are back to where you were before your essence completely invaded his brain. The treatment between you is polite, there are fluent conversations and others perhaps more forced, you laugh and share some time taking care of Judith and Carl, but you have not talked about your condition again, about the suppressors. Even Rick was surprised when he discovered your true nature, but said nothing.

That morning you feel mortified. The change has started in the middle of the night. You began to feel the sweat building up on your body with increasing speed. The hot months are starting to take their toll, the prison is big but it's like a greenhouse, which makes the feeling more stifling. But you know it's not just that.

It's your heat.

You've been blocking it for months with the suppressants you were taking until Daryl forbade you to go on them and now your heat is hitting you hard. You feel your whole body tremble, your sore skin protests at the slightest touch. You have to get out of there, you're standing guard with Beth, you know she's not a threat, but you can't stay there, if you detect the scent of any of the Alphas inside the prison....

If they sense you...

Daryl startles on his cot, cold sweat runs down his back, he gasps looking around as he's not sure what's going on. There is something in the atmosphere that is weighing him down. He feels a strange warmth all over his body, an alarm screaming at him that something is wrong. He rises like a spring grabbing his crossbow, leaving the cell, he is walking down the stairs when he sees Carol also out of her own cabin, they share a glance and the woman nods her head. Daryl's heart skips a beat and he bolts out of the cellblock.

He freezes for a few seconds, the sun beating cruelly on his eyes, but when he is able to focus his eyes, he immediately discovers what it is that has him upset. Near the orchard Rick is preparing is you. Lying on the ground, trembling, panting, you hug yourself as if trying to control yourself. Oscar and Axel are getting closer to you and that disturbs the Alpha even more.

Instinctively he roars, his essence as a dominant Alpha is triggered. He raises his crossbow and fires one of his bolts at the two men. He does not intend to kill them, but the arrow crosses between the two men with a menacing hiss. They stop and turn to see him approaching at a slow but determined pace, his footsteps are heavy, he frowns and breathes heavily through his nose. The aura that envelops him is intense, dangerous, commanding. Daryl has never let his instincts go off like that, but he promised you he would protect you, and that's what he's going to do.

"Stay away from her." He growls in a hoarse voice as he reaches the two prisoners.

"She's an Omega, anyone has a right to claim her." Oscar speaks earning a death glare from the archer.

"Not anyone. She doesn't want to be claimed. Beat it."

"Look at her, she's wanting it." This time Axel speaks, Daryl's gaze goes to you, they are a few feet away still far away, they only see that you need to relieve your heat, Daryl sees your pain, your overexertion to control your heat, he sees the desperation, the rage, everything he felt when he watched his mother succumb to her instinct before his father. "She needs an Alpha to fuck her hard while marking her." Axel's voice reaches Daryl's ears again like a rasping whistle.

Axel is the same height as Daryl, Oscar is quite a bit taller, but the archer doesn't mind at all. He's ready to knock them both down if he has to. He clenches his fists ready to fight them, cuts them off towards you and growls once more.

"I told ya two to get the hell out... I won't say it again."

The two prisoners brace themselves, but before they can be conscious, Axel is knocked out on the ground and Oscar takes a punch to the chin that leaves him sitting on the ground. Daryl may not be that big, but he is agile and lethal. He snaps furiously before turning around ready to help you. He knows he has to get you out of there.

When he reaches you, your strong scent stuns him for an instant. His instinct wanting to take over. He feels his whole body screaming to put you against the ground and do what Axel has suggested before Daryl knocked him to the ground with one blow. He grunts, he can't do that. Controlling himself he leans into you touching your shoulder, you jump and groan, your skin hurts desperately looking for someone to ease your pain in the broadest sense of the word. Daryl feels goose bumps on his skin as soon as he makes contact with yours. The warmth you give off envelops him and your scent intoxicates him, but he knows you must be going through something similar.

"L-listen to me..." He says in a deep voice. "I'm gonna get ya out of here, can ya move?" he tries to be as rational as possible. You shake your head and hug him, trembling.

"H-Help me, Daryl, please..." You cry, feeling your whole body react to him.

"Believe me, I'm tryin', but ya ain't makin' it easy for me." He sniffles and bites his lip. "I'm gonna get ya up, I gotta carry ya to the bike." Again he tries to control himself as best he can, you crawl up until you are totally glued to him, that doesn't help him at all with his self control, but it does help him to lift you off the ground and carry you to his bike.

Hugging his body Daryl gets up from the ground with you in his arms, luckily his bike isn't too far away. Carefully he releases you so you can both get on the vehicle and he rests your hands on his waist.

"Hold on." He asks you but tenses when your hands land on his crotch. "Not there. I know it's hard, but try to control yerself." He asks you grunting as his own control is starting to fail.

"I'm sorry..." You whisper against the skin on the back of his neck and Daryl rips away from there.

He can't say he knows why he brought you here, he was just looking for a place where you could feel safe and before he is aware, you are in the kindergarten where you found everything you needed for Judith. Carefully he helps you off the bike, every rub or movement hurts and bothers you, the smell of the Alpha makes you dizzy and you feel your insides quiver, getting wetter, getting ready to receive him, but Daryl is not going to do any of that, you know that.

He's already made his choice.

He guides you to one of the empty rooms, grabs the children's mats, stuffed animals, some pillows and lays everything out in a hurried but orderly fashion. He is preparing a nest for you. He helps you settle into it and strangely you feel better, but when Daryl tries to move away, you hold him back with you.

"Don't go... don't leave me, please." You beg, hiding your face in his neck.

"I'm sorry, but I promised ya I would help ya and... I... I need to get away so I ain't hurt ya." He wants to make you understand, but you shake your head.

"Daryl, please...I need you." You cry against his shoulder, your body burning.

"Listen to me..." He tries to make his voice calm, but you don't listen. "Omega, listen to me." His presence suddenly changes, his authoritative voice, his instinct seeping inside your head causes you to come to. You look up at him with wide eyes and he leans his forehead against yours, relieved to see that you seem to react. "I have to go, at least until you calm down. If I stay I'll do something we'll regret later." He hones in and you close your eyes, a tear escapes from them but you nod.

"I-I understand... I'm sorry, Daryl..."

"I ain't gonna leave ya 'lone, I'll be back, but I gotta talk to Rick 'bout this, but I'll be back, okay? Just... try to lighten up a little." He says but he feels stupid, he knows it's not going to be that easy for you, but if he gets his hands on you now....

It hurts him to see you suffer like that, he doesn't understand why the Omega's fate is so cruel, so tied to his most primal instinct. He snorts in frustration and leaves you a knife nearby in case some Walker shows up or another Alpha can detect your scent. Not without hesitation he leaves you there, heading back to the prison, he needs to talk to Rick, tell him about your heat, explain that you'd better stay away from there until you calm down. There are several Alphas without a bonded partner and it could be dangerous for you.

When he arrives at the prison the first person to greet him is Carol, but inside the block everyone is gathered, as if waiting to see you both show up together. The white-haired woman's brow furrows and she folds her arms.

"Where is she?" she asks behind him, your name making Daryl flinch.

"I've left her somewhere safe..."

"Alone?" Rick's surprised tone speaks for the rest of the group.

"I needed to get her out of here, it was dangerous, I'll come back for her when she calms down..." He tries to justify himself.

"She's not going to calm down, Daryl." Carol speaks again. "She's been suppressing her heat for months, she must be in a lot of pain."

"Y'think I haven't noticed? It's the best I can do..."

"The best you can do is reclaim her, you idiot." The woman scolds him again and Daryl falls silent, he feels the tips of his ears burning as the stares of the rest of the group fall on him. "Have you really not noticed? Even you knocked out Axel and Oscar..." She says amused when she hears him growl looking at the two prisoners who instinctively back away.

"Don't talk to me about that soul mate stuff, because it's bullshit."

"It's not... sometimes it happens." Hershel interjects, moving slowly on his crutches. "They're isolated cases, it doesn't happen often, but they do exist. An attraction you can't control, a constant connection, the feeling that something is missing when the other isn't around, you've felt it, haven't you?" he looks at Daryl who swallows hard, his skin twitching because he knows what he's referring to.

Of course he's felt it, from day one, your different scent, the constant need to know where you were, your gazes meeting because you couldn't help but look for each other, your zeal, how he woke up that morning overwhelmed knowing something was going on. But no, that can't be it, his memories as a child still haunt him.

"My mother said my father was her soul mate, that they were meant to be together, that it was true love." He says angrily, clenching his fists. "There wasn't a single day when he didn't beat her, when he didn't abuse her, when he didn't abuse her just because she was an Omega and she...she let all that happen...and when she died..." He bites his tongue lowering his head, everyone falls silent, understanding his story. "No, that ain't true love..."

"You're not your father, Daryl. You protected her to begin with, you took her away so no one would hurt her. You haven't even touched her." Rick tries to reason, but Daryl shakes his head.

"Not for lack of wanting to...she...it hurt me to see her like that, she wouldn't stop shaking..."

"Daryl, she needs you, she came to see me apologizing." Confesses Carol fed up with her friend's doubts.

"What?"

"She thinks you chose me." A laugh escapes the woman and Daryl stammers uncomfortably. "She feels as strongly as you do about her, but she thought you were willing to bond with me, I think she heard us that night you were standing guard..." She reminds him and he lowers his head, embarrassed.

"Shit..."

"Daryl, go back and get her." Rick orders him. "Don't let her suffer anymore. Neither of you deserve it. You're linked believe it or not. We've all noticed it from day one." Rick came later to the group and even he could tell how the Alpha's essence blended with yours that didn't seem to be defined by anything in particular.

"If you don't do it, we will." Oscar then speaks and Daryl's gaze turns dark.

Daryl returns to the kindergarten leaving the bike hidden as he has done the other times. He needs a moment to calm down, his heart is racing and his knuckles hurt. He looks at his hands, discovering blood still on them, maybe he shouldn't have hit the prisoner so hard, but he had brought it on himself. He sighs long sigh getting off the bike to go back inside the kindergarten. His whole body reacts as he enters the place. Your smell is getting stronger, more intense, you're out of control and he's having a hard time holding it in. Daryl walks to the room where you are waiting for him and the smell is much stronger there. He gets dizzy, he needs a moment to focus his gaze on you, his nose burns at your deep scent. When he manages to look at you his whole body tenses. You've stripped off your clothes, suffocated, aching, needy, your hands try to soothe you, your fingers move all over your skin, you gasp and moan low, your thighs clench, you're leaving a wet spot on the mats Daryl has left as a nest. He grunts in despair. He can't hold back any longer.

His growl makes you look up at him, your body jerks harder as you see him shed his clothes to move closer to you. You shrink back into yourself, since Daryl has left your mind has wandered making you see and feel the man even though he's not there, now you don't know if he's a hallucination again. You hate that feeling. You hate being an Omega dragged down by your own impulses.

"I'm back..." Daryl says, his voice hoarse.

"No... no, please, stop it..." You gasp through tears and the Alpha freaks out for a moment. "I can't take it anymore..." Daryl hesitates for a second, it's clear that your heat is playing with your mind.

He kneels in front of you, his body over yours, trapping you but not laying on top of you, just keeping you protected under him. He bends his head and his forehead rests on yours, closes his eyes and growls low, his Alpha scent intensifying, mingling with yours, enveloping you both. He needs a moment, his whole body trembling over yours.

"Listen to me, Omega." His voice sounds authoritative, trying to bring you back into yourself once more. "I'm real, I'm here."

"Da-Daryl..." You look up at him from the corner of your eye, your eyes filled with tears, desperation and need captured in them.

"That's right, I'm here. I'm gonna take care of ya." He purrs against your ear.

Daryl leans over you, kissing you. At first it's a soft, gentle gesture, just his lips pressed against yours, but when you sigh and kiss him too, everything intensifies. Daryl's mouth traps yours in a more demanding kiss, you kiss urgently, maybe not the time or place for this, but neither of you are indulging your more conscious side. Daryl traps you against the nest, his hips move against you rubbing your bodies together, you moan against his mouth feeling your body react to his caresses, your legs wrap around his lower back as he bites your chin before moving down your neck, kissing your skin, feeling the heat grow more intense between the two of you. Blinded by your own needs all your instinct is what controls your every action. Daryl strives to mark every crease of your skin, he licks, kisses and bites wherever he reaches pulling delicious sounds out of you that manage to make you blush, as you move your hips rubbing against his growing erection, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter thinking about feeling him fully inside you. You moan loudly as his mouth closes around your sensitive, attention-deprived, completely hard nipples, Daryl licks and sucks as he stimulates the one that has been out of his mouth's reach, plays with it between his fingers, squeezes and pulls on it producing spasms of pleasure that run through your body.

"Daryl!" you moan his name once more, his fingers caress your skin, your core, gasp against your nipple as you feel his fingers slide seamlessly between your folds.

"Yer so wet..." He grunts he lifts his head to look at you as his fingers play with your pussy, without touching your clit they run along your slit, soaking in your fluids, parting your folds, groping the entrance to your vagina which clenches wanting him to fill it at last. He snorts seeking some control, he wants to bury himself inside you as much as you want to feel him, but he doesn't want to cum, he wants both of you to enjoy as much as possible. "I'm gonna make ya feel good, girl." He confesses in your ear before sliding down your body.

Daryl untangles your legs from his waist to drape them over his shoulders, he spreads your thighs apart and his tongue runs all over your pussy. He hums in pleasure as he tastes you on his tongue, further clouding his senses.

"Ya taste so good..." He says hoarsely and attacks your core again, his lips catch your clit, sore and forgotten making you cry out in pleasure, desperate, tangling your fingers in his hair.

You cum in his mouth as his fingers work their way inside your cunt, his tongue collecting your fluids dripping down his chin. The rut is pushing you over the edge and any caress gets you to spill. Daryl doesn't mind, he catches your taste again and again, his fingers dilating you, stretching your insides, as his mouth tortures your overstimulated pussy, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your vision blurred.

But he too has a limit and his cock throbs aching, needing attention, leaking pre-cum, swollen, reddened. He gasps pulling away from your pussy, licks his lips and pulls his fingers from inside you, strokes your lips and you open your mouth obediently, licking his fingers, sucking, tasting yourself on them, moaning low. It's more than he can bear. He spreads your legs apart and guides his cock rubbing against your entrance before thrusting and feeling you clench around him. You share a moan of satisfaction as you finally come together. Something you had been wanting for a long time. Daryl begins to move slowly watching his cock as he moves in and out of your tight core, as he engulfs it wanting to hold it inside you. Slowly he increases the speed of his onslaught, tightening his grip on your legs, watching you arch and moan under his body, the wet clash of your bodies mingling with your heaving breaths and gasps.

"D-Daryl! More... harder...!" You plead with him when you're able to find your voice.

"Is that what ya want, babe? Ya wanna me to tear ya apart?" he growls against your ear and you nod in desperation. "I'm gonna fuck ya so good that tomorrow ya'll cum at the memory of it." He whispers in your ear and you moan rolling your eyes.

Daryl pulls away just long enough to move you over and get you on all fours. He leans your body forward so he has your hips raised and holds you by the waist ramming back inside you. The new deeper angle elicits a cry of surprise and pleasure from you. You hold on to the pillows adorning the nest, moving your hips in time with him, making his thrusts deeper, more intense, taking you both to the limit.

"I-I'm going to cum, Daryl I..." Again you are unable to say a sentence in a row, but he feels the same way.

"Me too, baby..."

"Please, I want... your knot..." You gasp and Daryl tenses for a second. His body leans over yours, his hands resting on the floor, his cock barely moving inside you. You groan in frustration at the sudden stop.

"What? Tell me, girl. I need to hear it." He whispers huskily.

"Daryl, please..."

"Tell me, Omega." He roars, demands and thrusts hard a single time, you moan feeling it hit your cervix making you see stars.

"Cum inside, Alpha, I want your knot!" You moan unable to disobey his commands and Daryl has to overexert himself not to cum at your words.

"Is that what ya need? Ya need yer Alpha to fill ya, right?" You nod desperate. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna knot myself up and I'm gonna put our puppies inside ya." He says gritting his teeth, starting to move again and you moan in desperation at the thought.

"Yes, Alpha, please!"

"So desperate... so needy..." He gasps against your ear once more. "Mine..." He grunts and thrusts hard again as he bites down on your neck viciously, unable to control himself any longer.

You cry out in pain, but the pleasure quickly overtakes you, the base of his cock swells and snaps inside you, stretching your walls stretching you out throwing you into a new orgasm that tightens around his cock, Daryl moans and grunts feeling himself cumming.

"That's it, milk me, every drop of cum is making our babies." He whispers and your body shudders once more.

It takes several minutes for Daryl's knot to disappear, keeping you in that position a little longer. When the Alpha manages to move he hisses at the sensation as he pulls out of you, a thin trickle of cum trickles out of your cunt and he can't help but smile proudly, he has filled you so good. Carefully he lies down next to you, neither of you say anything, the effect of the heat has subsided a little, your minds are more aware. Daryl glances sideways at you, your body still trembling, you're cowering, turning your back to him, his bite, His Mark is seen on the back of your neck, through the tufts of hair. A sob puts him on alert and he feels himself suddenly fall from his own state of ecstasy.

"What...?"

"I'm sorry... I tried... I wanted to hide it, but..." You cry and shrink in on yourself more. Daryl feels his heart stop for a second.

It's been a mistake. Damn it, he knew. None of that true love stuff exists, none of that soul mate stuff is real. He's taken advantage of your weakness and marked you as his when you didn't want to be. Fuck, he swore he'd help you and he's been the one to condemn you.

Suddenly he feels a heavy, deadly rock lodge in his stomach, preventing him from speaking, from moving, he can only watch as you cry and tremble.

"I know you had chosen Carol, I didn't want to get in the way, Daryl I'm so sorry..." You cry again and the Alpha's pained expression turns to surprise.

What?

You're crying because you think he and Carol?

"God, ya almost gave me a heart attack." He says letting out a sniffle and covers his face with his arm before sitting up. "Yer stupid."He says and your body visibly tenses and he regrets using those words. He's certainly not the most delicate person to say things. "I mean Carol and I don't have anything, we're just friends..."

"What? But I... I heard you two talking and you always seem so worried about her... when she disappeared, you..." You stammer and look at him sideways, afraid, Daryl smiles moving closer to you, he hugs you leaning you against his chest, you immediately snuggle against him, feeling like that's the place to be.

"We're friends..." He repeats. "Maybe I even felt the need to protect her because she reminded me of my mother, of what she went through... but I could never look at her the way I do with ya." He confesses and strokes your hair. "From the first day I saw ya, I felt a connection with ya, I didn't wanna believe it but..."

"I-I also felt something different when you were around... it never happened to me before..."

"Tell me... Do ya believe in soul mates?" he whispers without stopping caressing your skin and you feel your heart start beating very fast again.

The End.

Okay first at all, I'm sorry I made it longer than I expected but I couldn't stop writing.

Anyways, I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

[anonymouslosersworld]

Toman's s/o saves Emma (contains spoilers)

This one-shot contains a lot of spoilers for the tenjiku arc. so please don't read it if you haven't read the manga or don't mind spoiling Tokyo revenge for yourself.

So I reread the Tokyo revengers manga to make myself suffer and I honest to goodness can't get over my girl Emma's death and Baji's death. so to console my broken heart I decided that I would write a one-shot of Toman's s/o saving Emma and Baji. This one-shot will be about saving Emma and another one will be solely dedicated to saving our pretty boy Baji.

This is basically a giant Fuck you to Kisaki. which I 100% agree with the said idea.

In this one-shot, you have some uncanny ability to basically be a mary sue. There will be mentions of saving Baji as well.

warnings; Violence, inappropriate use of a motor vehicle, and distracting the diver, some driving violations were committed here.

I'll try to keep this gender neutral as I can but I freaking love making strong female characters.

characters could be a little too OOC

{Masterlist 1} {masterlist 2}

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Back story

On February 22nd you accompanied Mikey and Emma to Shinichiro's grave like you did every year ever since his death. Honestly, you had no idea why they had insisted you come since it seemed a little too personal for them. I mean not even Draken was here and he was close to Mikey than you. But you guessed that it was just because you were basically bosom buddies with them since you were little. while you did feel sadness for his death nothing could compare it to Mikey and Emma.

When you finally arrive you see Takemichi with Inupi along with Izana having a very heated argument.

" Takemichi, y/n take Emma away."

"Okay, be careful," you say as you trail behind Emma and Takemichi. you look behind you as Takimichi and Emma speak.

In all honesty, you didn't have much to say. your mind was a jumbled mess and really you couldn't say anything that would make a difference.

"Wanna Drink anything?" Emma asked

" No, I'm fine thanks"

"sure" Takemichi accepted and Emma went to get the drinks. you stayed on the sidewalk under the shade of a tree and you stay quietly in thought as Emma comebacks.

The sound of a motorbike interrupts your thoughts. you look up to see if any motorbikes were around you.

Sounds pretty close.

and then you see it a motorcycle barreling through going high speed with two people on it and one is waving a bat.

Takemichi or Emma? I never would have thought someone would stoop so low.

"Move!!" But you know they would be too slow.

Your body moves before you could think. Running as fast as you could and dropped kicked Kisaki and Hanma before they reached Emma. Their bike skids on the road while Kisaki hits the concrete wall behind them.

"Emma!"

" I'm okay!"

you look around and you don't see Hanma anywhere near where Kisaki is or his bike.

"Takemitchy take Emma out of here!"

"b-but"

you see Hanma on the corner of your eye about to hit Emma with the bat. you rush over and take your extendable staff out and counter Hanma.

"Takemitchy do as I say! Do you think these dick heads won't try to attack you again? " you yell as you fight Hanma

" I can keep Hanma busy but if you stay here you give Kisaki a chance to follow through!" you can feel arms shaking as Hanma's bat struggles to free itself.

"oh, you ganna keep me busy, better make it fun for me.♡"

"Shut the fuck up, Zombie," you say as you two began swinging at each other.

You can hear Takemichi's and Emma's footsteps recede into the background.

" let's play a little game eh zombie?♡"

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Manjiro Sano aka "Mikey"

"Emma!" Mikey heard from inside the graveyard

That single word made his heart stop and his blood run cold. He ran out to the street only to see a pool of blood and you, his beloved s/o panting as you sat on the ground.

" Y/N! what happened?!" rushing to meet you

" Damn that Kisaki and that dumbass Zombie!" you yell and punch the floor . "they tried to attack Takemichi and Emma! those fucking cowards!"

"and Emma'' he asked

"she's fine. I told Takemichi to take her somewhere safe. while I dealt with those fucking menaces. Fuckers couldn't chase after them even if they wanted to"

Mikey tries to check you over but you stop him.

"I'm fine."

Mikey froze as he looked over you.

"your bleeding."

"huh? no, I'm not. I'm barely even injured"

" y/n you're bleeding from your legs. and the back of your head"

" oh! that's from-''

and then you fainted.

Turns out in the fight with Hanma, Kisaki decided to be a little bitch and hit you from the back with the discarded bat hanma left behind. It was the adrenaline and shock that was keeping your body going. when all the adrenaline ran its course your body finally shut down.

manjiro fucking panicked. he could barely keep himself in check when he was taking you to the hospital. he never left your side till the doctors told him that there was no brain damage and that you only had some blood vessels that had ruptured.

he kissed your forehead as you slept and went to fight Izana.

After the fight, he found out that it was Emma they were targeting and had intentions to kill her.

he thanked his lucky stars you were there. when you finally woke up Mikey basically become a lap dog to you in your recovery. You wanted food? you got it! hugs? kisses? Of course baby anything for you. Mikey is eternally grateful to you for the rest of his life.

'y/n?"

"hmm?" you hmmed as you played with his hair as you cuddled on the bed

"thank you so much for everything you did."

"well, they're my friends too. I'll do it again if I have to."

he smiles and hugs you tighter.

"I love you so much. let's get married!" man went 0 to 100 real quick.

but you decide how you respond 😘😜

Ken Ryuguji aka "Draken"

when Draken arrived at your hospital room you were getting dressed. he could see all the bruises, scratches, and bandages the fight with Kisaki and hanma left.

Without a word, he stepped into your room and made his way towards you.

"Oh Draken, can you-" you got interrupted by him suddenly pulling you into a hug. you could feel him shaking a little bit as he hugged you. you smile softly and wrapped your arms around him. it stayed silent for a while before he spoke

" When Mikey called me... I thought of the worst. he sounded so unlike him. I thought you died, or Emma died" he hugged you tighter

"But you're alive, Emma's alive too, takemitchi is just fine." he sighs " never fucking worry me like that again!"

"I'm grateful you saved Emma and takemitchi. but you could've died!" you just let him speak out his frustrations

"what would happen if you died? that fucking Kisaki could've killed you! I...I" Draken stammered on his voice cracking "Fucking Kisaki!"

you pull Draken down to your lips and kiss him. The both of you silently kiss the only sound that can be heard is the sound of your kisses.

"But I'm not dead Draken. whether I did or not doesn't matter. I'd do it again if it meant saving them. you would do the same ." you say when you part ways. " besides it's a nice change that I worry you for once." you grin at him

"I'm proud of you. Thank you for saving them. it means a lot to Mikey."

"And you"

"And me"

"Now get out of here, Takemichi is going to need you and Mikey to kick Kisaki's ass," you say

" Yeah, yeah," he says and kisses you

"For good luck?" you say

"yeah"

Draken was wayyy more brutal than he had ever been in that fight. not that anyone in toman was complaining of course well except tenjiku. During your" recovery",(honestly, even if you were a bit injured he'd still make you take a break) he was dotting in his own way. He made sure you ate, slept good and provided you with a great amount supply of affection.

Keisuke Baji

This man is a menace to society 24/7. the moment he heard you were injured saving Emma and takemitchy. This man rode his bike like a mad man. red lights? he doesn't know them, not when his baby is hurt at the hospital.

he basically runs upstairs because "elevators take too much time." His friends? ignored. when he finally gets to your room he slams the door open.

"Hi baby"

"Don't you hey baby me! what's wrong with you? where are you injured?" he basically probs you for your injuries.

he knows that you saved Emma and Takemitchi but he's so angry that Tenjiku would even target family and in the end, you had to pay the price.

"honestly babe its just some bruises. I just passed out beca-"

"you passed out?!"

"ye-'"

"oh no you fucking don't, I'm going to make those bastards pay for what they did to us!"

"I'm fi-"

"they hurt MY Boo! the fucking audacity first one down is fucking Kisaki! that rat fucking bastard!"

"First he tries to kill Draken, then Me and now Emma! that uppity bitch has it coming to them."

"Baji!" you try to reason with him

" No, Y/n I have to get him back for this. that midget has gone to fucking far. '' he leans down where you are to kiss you like he normally does to greet you

" I agree but I'm trying to tell you that I'm fine. I just passed out due to exhaustion. "

"??"

" It means I passed out because I was tired. We had to fight tenjiku before remember. now come over here and give more kisses baji"

Baji straight up told you not to go just in case Kisaki tries to kill Emma and you. so to put him at ease you told him you would stay at Emma's house on the condition he doesn't do any of his self-sacrifice crap or else you would raise him from the dead to kick his ass.

baji fucking terrorized tenjiku. He was the biggest fuck you sign to Kisaki ever.

"KISAKI!! YOU BITCH COME OUT AND FIGHT ME, YOU, COWARD."

he gave tenjiku's men a run for their money. Basically zeroed anyone who dared get in front of him. honestly seeing him in action terrified all who opposed him.

once he got back he mostly spent his time with you at his mom's house cuddling you. Baji's mom gave him the third degree when she saw you with bruises. When he sees Mikey and Emma he remembers what you did and he's like "damn, my s/o is badass."

Chifuyu Matsuno

first off wow! you're so cool in his eyes like how did you do it? did you use a super cool move? did Hanma's non-existant soul leave his body??

chifuyu is too distracted fangirling of you to notice anything. he would bring you basically any snack, drink, and manga you like to entertain you.

He heard from Mikey that you beat the ever-living crap out of hanma till he stopped you. Mikey literally had to tear you away from Hanma's body because at some point Hanma was just turning into a walking bruise. Which gave hanma a chance to escape.

This man is high key proud of you, literally, brags about you to anyone, and if baji says anything?

" she saved your sorry ass to Baji" That shuts Baji up real quick

he obviously gets good luck kisses and chifuyu is on cloud 9.

he'll brag even to his opponents. he's just too proud.

you helped takemitchi even without knowing what takemitchi was or what he was doing.

what you did set the future in the right path he just knew it.

he lets you play with his hair and tries new hairstyles on him as he gets better. he always looks at you with sparkly eyes wherever you go.

Mikey comes and goes to check up on you two every once in and while. Chifuyu can tell how grateful Mikey feels toward you and he can tell that Mikey is happier more than usual.

Takashi Mitsuya

Another person that can really understand how Mikey feels and how grateful Mikey is towards you. Mitsuya heard small whispers by the haitani brothers about what happened before he became unconscious.

Apparently, you put a world of hurt on hanma and Kisaki and landed yourself on house arrest due to passing out of exhaustion. You had beaten them till you knocked yourself out tired. Mikey carried you all the way to your home and made sure you were all set out before he left. he called Emma to take care of you as you slept.

Because Mitsuya was injured he left to stay with you and Emma. he could see your chest rise and fall as you slept throughout the day.

" do you think They'll be okay?" Emma asked

"They'll be fine. they always are." he said as he kissed your forehead "they just need sleep."

when you wake up mitsuya makes you eat and drink tons of water. You aren't allowed to get out of bed. Emma's orders . it took weeks to get the both of them to stop doting on you. Emma would buy you clothes, bring you missing homework, food, and basically anything you needed. All in all, it was funny to watch Emma and Mitsuya get into a competitive steak for you

"I'm glad you're okay."

"aren't I always?'

"yeah," he says softly as he hugs you from behind.

Hakkai Shiba

Hakkai feels helpless its like Yuzuha situation again. he knows how Mikey must feel at this very moment. the feeling of helplessness.

the fact that he couldn't protect his own sister and had to rely on someone else must be killing Mikey. he knows that Mikey will probably just admire you from now on and be grateful that you saved his sister.

hell, he would too. he just couldn't believe they target Emma and you had gotten in their way. meaning that Kisaki could plan to take you out just for that.

he's worried for you.

it took him so long just to talk a little to you and get used to your presence.

he's scared he'll lose you.

when he goes to visit you, you aren't on your bed and he automatically panics. Thinking of unparallel situations where you got kidnapped and beaten within an inch of your life. well, that's until he hears the sink turn on from your bathroom. he waits a bit before you enter the room.

"Hakki! baby!" you say happily as you basically skip to him in joy. you pull him down to get his cute face to give you kisses. " gimmie a kiss"

All that tolerance he had built went up in flames as he blushed. He wasn't used to you being so...so forward.

"what's wrong?"

"n-nothin"

"aww you got shy didn't ya? I'm giving you kisses for good look."You're going to need it while fighting those dirty skanky underhanded hoes."

Hakki laughs as you curse tenjiku. he's happy your okay enough to roast your opponents.

you naturally ended taking care of Hakki after the fight as he was injured because he's a baby that needs to be taken care of.

Nahoya Kawata aka "Smiley"

When Nahoya heard the news that you had been injured when protecting Emma and Takemitchi, you could have mistaken him for his twin brother angry, he's whole life his life revolved around protecting Souya, and that now included you. He's so fucking pissed that you even had to defend someone from getting attacked by a coward.

opening the door to your room he sees you sleeping on your side. he goes closer to you and observes you.

usually seeing you sleeping brought him a peace of mind and a feeling of ooy gooey goodness. this time it was a bittersweet feeling. he sat next to your bed and held your rough and bruised hand. he kisses your bruised knuckles and rubs his face against them. He could feel the bloody broken skin on your knuckles.

"I'll kill them," he whispered as he intertwined his and your hands together.

"my, my a bit dramatic aren't we babe." you tease him as you pull him closer for a kiss

his face goes back to the signature smile he always portrayed. Feeling relieved that you still had your sass in you despite being tired.

" I heard you kicked ass today and then you got your ass handed to you." he teased you

" not true! I won fair and square!"

"sure, whatever you say sweetie."

"Rude!" the two of you bask in silence before you break it.

" Nahoya?"

"hmm?"

" I know you have to fight against tenjiku and can't stay with me but can you promise me that you'll be careful. these people .. they don't fight fair. if they attacked Emma ...they could do something to you too."

"I promise, I'll be careful, and once this is said and done well go on that date you wanted."

"that's enough for me." you say " As long as your careful. "

sadly though nahoya couldn't keep his promise as he was attacked by tenjiku. so you mostly stayed at his side taking care of him. so he mostly stayed with you and mitsuya outside doing random things while the tenjiku war went on.

"I know I couldn't keep my promise."

"we'll get next time," you say and kiss his cheek " but you still owe me a date"

Souya Kawata aka "Angry"

they protect, they attack, and most importantly they break that bastard back.

Souya didn't know the whole story but he already had his blood pumping when he heard you had to protect Emma and takemitchy. He was sad he couldn't visit you but you called ahead of time and told him that it was fine and that he could visit later after the fight. Mikey had put you on house arrest with Emma.

"Just be careful okay babe? I love you and I want you to be safe."

"I will, I love you too,"

"I'll be waiting for you in your room okay? we'll have a home date thingy going on. So don't get too hurt."

Souya flushed red "o-okay,"

"I'll miss you. I'll keep Nahoya busy since I just brought him home"

"I'll miss you too."

poor boy didn't know how much damage you caused till Hatani Rindou told him.

"eehh your significant other is Y/n right?"

that threw Souya off completely.. like how did they know you?

Turns out you threw a fucking motorcycle at Hanma and then decided why the fuck not break a couple of his bones!

you broke Hanma's nose, tailbone and dislocated his arm. Not to mention you had left hanma a bunch of deep bruises.

"They got' em real good. we couldn't recognize him when he came back." Rindou laughs " all he did was bitch about how they caught him off guard."

" Well good riddance, I'll tell you what once we finish here, we'll make them join us. I wanna see how good they are. Maybe they'll cause me to sweat a little. they may actually be a good opponent"

shellshocked cant cover the shock Souya felt.

You threw a motorcycle at someone? you broke someone's bones? what in the world?? is Rindou sure? His s/o did that? the same one waiting for him at home? was it you? did you?

but you did that all to save Emma, he wasn't close to her at all but you had but your life on the line... gave it all that you had to make sure Emma got away with Takemitchi. Even if it meant fighting Hanma and Kisaki together. you'd do the same for him and nahoya.

"They... that's my baby. Always protecting what they can. Consequences be damned. its what I admire about them."

"so I'm going to make it back to them no matter what."

After the whole fight, he had to get checked by a doctor so he could get casts on his arm and leg. once he got home, he saw you there waiting for him with nahoya.

" Guess it's time I played nurse for my baby," you say as you kissed him softly.

[march-harrigan]

*cracks every bone in my body* RADICAL DUDE

SO

Can you do a set of headcanons with Arkahmverse! Jervis and the reader that is the exact opposite of him? Like she’s (preferable a female! reader but it can also be gn) always is wearing leather, rides a motorcycle, and is all tough? But as soon as she talks to Jervis she immediately becomes all soft and gooey and can’t help gushing over him? (Romantically)

:)

YOU'VE GOT IT, BUDDY

Headcanons for Arkham!Jervis with his total opposite, biker babe!

He'd just been 'released' from Arkham the night he met her.

He was trying to make his way back to his old hideout. Problem was, it was in a rough part of town and he hadn't 'recruited' any rabbits yet.

Some might think this would make him an easy target. And you can bet they'll take advantage of that.

Luckily, he had a leather clad guardian angel looking out for him that night.

From the moment she knocked the first guy out, he was smitten.

By the time she'd finished the fight, he was madly in love.

He approaches his stony-faced protector, tugging at her sleeve.

And proceeds to babble his thanks to her at a mile a minute the moment she turns around.

It's hard to make out what he's saying in all of his excitement, but she definitely catches several uses of the words 'strong' and 'beautiful'.

He's usually better with words than this, he promises.

She. Melts.

He is so sweet. CUTE even. It might even be enough to make this tough lady tear up a little. But before she knows it, she's talking and laughing with him, enjoying every moment she can get of his company.

From that night onward, they're inseparable.

Alice who?

These two are the kind of couple that mutually fawn over each other every moment they're together.

The gushy kind that makes their friends physically ill with public displays of affection.

We're talking pet names, cuddling when they sit down, holding hands when they're walking, the works.

"I love you more!" "No, I love you more!"

Jervis has never been so happy in his life.

She can easily pick him up and he will let her.

Not only that, but he'll request it of her.

Bridal style, caveman style, football style... He doesn't care. As long as he's being held by her.

He tries to impress her a time or two by riding her bike.

By the time he manages to climb on, he starts to get nervous.

She kisses him and reassures him that he doesn't need to prove anything to her. She loves him for the sweet little man he is.

Instead, he proudly rides bitch behind her.

He even mixes up his look a little. A fusion of his usual Victorian costume and biker leather.

He's not bothered that it's called the bitch seat, by the way.

In fact, you should hear the amused chuckle that comes out of this man when he learns the terminology.

They get matching tattoos.

Tea parties were never really her thing. She doesn't even like tea all that much.

"That's because you've never had it made properly dear!" Jervis insists.

She loves and trusts her sweet little tea biscuit and agrees to try what he's made(and no, there are no psychoactives, he would never do that to his dearest biker angel).

It's. Delicious!

From that point on, she'll drink tea whenever he makes it.

She's actually overwhelmed by just how many different varieties of tea there are(a varieTEA, if you will). She wants to try everything he has.

After tea, they cuddle up on the sofa with a blanket and she plays with his hair while he reads to her. Usually Alice in Wonderland, but he's willing to switch it up for her entertainment.

Truth be told though, she just likes doting on him and listening to his voice.

They often fall asleep like this.

[dearemilia]

COMFORTING A MAKI ZENIN! FEM! READER WHO LOST SOMEONE DEARLY

Sano ‘Mikey’ Manjiro & Ran Haitani

WARNINGS/NOTES: Female Reader, angst & comfort, Jujutsu Kaisen manga spoilers [specifically the zenin clan arc and shibuya arc] mentions of character death, blood, weapons. I apologize if the characters are OOC. Stay safe and healthy!

SANO ‘MIKEY’ MANJIRO

➩ After everything that had happened in Shibuya. Everyone had to stay indoors. 

➩ Mikey knows your job as a sorcerer is dangerous. He knows that you’re a strong one but he can’t help but feel worried every time you go on a mission.

➩ When he heard that you were sent to Shoko because of your injuries. He immediately got to his bike and went to you.

➩ After asking Shoko what happened to you during that incident, she stated that you had several burns in your arms and face. 

➩ He panicked and slammed open your door. You, however, wasn’t fazed at all. Mikey sees how much pain you’ve gone through just by looking at your eyes.

➩ Instead of speaking, he gently held your hand and slowly hugged you “It’s okay...[Name]-Chan...” 

➩ You sighed and grabbed his hand “I’m still not done yet” He glance at you, confused written all over his face “Wait for me, okay? I still have unfinished business” You stated.

➩ Not wanting to anger you, Mikey nodded his head.

➩ Little did he know, that you planned on killing your clan without him knowing. Without you knowing that you would lose your sister, the person that you wanted to protect

➩ You approached Mikey with a weapon in your hand. He tilted his head, confused. You then explained to him how your sister, Mai. Killed herself in order for you to destroy your clan.

➩ Mikey could not believe the news. He sort of disliked Mai for how she treated you.

➩ But after you opened up to him about how your goal is to become the head of the zenin clan and have Mai live somewhere where she will feel safe.

➩ Mikey smiled hearing your goal and accepted Mai as his sister-in-law. You reminded him of Shinichiro, except more brutal.

➩ Though, now that your sister is dead. There’s nothing that anyone can do. 

➩ “[Name]-Chan...Mai-” “Yeah, I took her to Nishimiya. No worries” You responded quickly and started walking away.

➩ However, Mikey stopped you and hugged you. Whispering how it will all be alright and that you’re not alone, you tried your best.

➩ You couldn’t cry, not because you didn’t want to see him cry. But because of the burns from Jogo. You could not cry.

➩ Mikey knows what it’s like to lose a loved one, especially when that loved one is your family. He didn’t have anyone to comfort him when he lost Shinichiro, he does not want you to feel how he felt.

➩ You and Mikey stay like that for who knows how long “You did your best, [Name]-Chan” He soothed your head.

➩ You both knew that Mikey would stay by your side anytime.

RAN HAITANI

➩ Ran heard the news of you getting injured while he was fighting some delinquents. He didn’t waste anytime and went to see you while his brother was yelling at him, asking where he’s going.

➩ Ran sees you as he observes your state and asked what in the hell happened.

➩ “Oh, Mai created a weapon and ended up killing herself...” You answered with no emotions.

➩ Deep down, he knew how hard it was for you. 

➩ He himself could not imagine losing Rindou. You both would always bicker with each other, even mentioning your clan and sister.

➩ But this, this is different and now is not the time to joke around “Darling, I’m so sorry” He wasn’t a big fan of your sister, especially her personality. But due to her being your sister, he tolerated her.

➩ He glance over at the weapon your sister created and could see the dry crimson blood all over its hilt.

➩ Ran sighed and  gently caressed your cheek “[Name], I’m sure she’s looking over you now” 

➩ Your breath hitched and you rubbed your neck “I wonder...” You spoke as Ran hums while patting your back “Was she happy...” You gripped your shirt.

➩ Ran didn’t say anything and continued to be by your side until you’re ready to fight again.

[rebelwrites]

Restoration

Jax Teller x Daughter Reader

“You gonna actually behave for your father this week?” You mum asked as you packed your bag.

“Maybe, depends if he pisses me off or not” you shrugged.

The thing was your mum and dad split about 4 years ago, a year after Abel was born. They had you at a young age, at 15 to be precise, you was now 18 and had seen their relationship completely fall apart, you saw how he treated your mum towards the end of the relationship and you hated it, you hated how he made your mum feel, how you saw the whole thing. However you were grateful Abel was still too young to understand what was going on.

“Y/N please, I know you don’t get along with him but he is your dad at the end of the day” mum sighed.

“Not gonna change my opinion on him” you laughed.

Even though your parents weren’t together anymore they never actually filed for a divorce.

“Just try” mum said placing her hand on your shoulder “for Abel at least, it’s hard enough on him as it is”

“And it’s not hard for me mum” you spat “try going through school where everyone is obsessed with the sons, constantly badgering me about them, about dad, asking if the fucking rumours are true”

You knew that your mum wasn’t completely innocent in the whole relationship break down. So you had an attitude with them both.

The drive to Teller-Morrow was silent, neither you or your mum spoke because you were your father’s daughter at the end of day, your mum always said it was like having a female Jax in the house, the way you held yourself, your attitude, your temper. So no words were spoken just for Abel’s sake, he didn’t need to see his sister and mum biting each other’s heads off.

Climbing out of the car, you grabbed your bag from the boot, before wandering off to find your uncles, at least you had a good relationship with them, it was just the relationship with your dad that was rocky.

You didn’t get it, he was such a good father to Abel, but with you it was a different story, one of his biggest regrets was you seeing the breakdown happen, all the arguments that happened when you were younger. Since then you saw the man that you once saw as your hero as the bad guy.

“Hey kiddo” Jax grinned, opening his arms to you.

“Whatever dad” you huffed walking by him, dumping your bag on the picnic bench before placing a cigarette in your mouth.

“She’s in a mood, sorry Jax” you heard mum say, making you roll your eyes. “Give her a couple of days and she should calm down”

“She’s so much like me it’s scary” he sighed as he watched you laugh with Tig and Happy.

“If you’re gonna talk about me can you at least go somewhere where I can’t bloody hear you” you snapped not looking at them.

Jax knew that with both his kids being here with him for the week, he was going to try his hardest to mend the bridges that had once been burnt. He wanted nothing more than getting his little girl back.

“I will speak with her” Jax nodded as he took Abel into his arms, who was grinning at the sight of his daddy.

At least one of his kids didn’t hate him.

However he had a plan, he knew you loved bikes, so he had one sat in the garage waiting to be restored and he was hoping it was something you could do together and then he could teach you to ride. He knew it wouldn’t magically fix the relationship but at least it would give you a memory that wasn’t bad.

Your mum had now left, which meant you were stuck with your dad for the next week, no doubt it would be a week of you looking after Abel, it always was when you were here, the club came before you. It always had and always would.

“Table in 5” Jax shouted as he walked into the club, he didn’t miss the eye roll that came from you, he knew what you thought, you had only been here 10 minutes and he was putting the club before you. But this time would be different.

“Okay so everyone knows my relationship with Y/N is very much on the rocks right now” Jax sighed running his hand over his face. “And I know it’s my fault and I want to fix that, so this week I only want to be involved in club business if the shit has hit the fan. Anything else speak to Chibs, I need to fix things with my little girl before it is too late”

Everyone nodded, they knew how much Jax loved you, you was his first born at the end of the day and it killed him knowing that you hated him.

“Anything we can do to help we are here” Happy nodded.

“Thanks Hap but this is something I need to do on my own, I created this mess so I need to fix it” Jax sighed “If it can be fixed”

It was now Wednesday and Jax still hadn’t made any progress, the bike lay untouched in the garage, and you hadn’t spoken more than a few words a day to him.

“Uncle Hap am I being a bitch?” You sighed looking up at him as you lit a smoke.

“Honestly kiddo, I know where you are coming from but he is the only dad you are gonna get” Happy said placing his hand on yours. “I know the reasons you have for hating Jax but he misses his little girl, I’m not saying forgive him straight away but stop shutting him out”

“I miss my dad” you sighed “but you didn’t hear me say that”

“My lips are sealed” Happy nodded “you know he took a step back from the club this week to spend time with you and Abel”

“I didn’t know” you sighed running your hand over your face.

“I think he wants to restore a bike or something with you” Hap smiled kissing your head “he’s in the garage”

Trudging into the garage with your head hung low, you felt guilty about how you went off at dad this morning.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled, not looking up.

You heard him sigh and his footsteps getting closer to you.

Talk about irony, the radio had started playing bad husband, scoffing as dad placed his hand on your shoulder.

You can be a liar and a good father A good dad, but a bad husband

“Guess the song is 90% right” you sighed “you are a good father to Abel at least”

“Hey look at me kiddo” Dad said lifting your chin. “My biggest regret in life was letting you see all the fights between me and your mum. I know that has done so much damage to our relationship but I never stopped loving your or your mum okay”

You stayed silent, you didn’t know what to say.

Forever be a hero in my eyes, But there’s always another side. To a good father. A great dad, but a bad husband

“Look me and your mum still love each other and we probably always will” he sighed “we just don’t work well together okay but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you”

All I want is for us not to hurt. And it’s been an exhaustive search to find the words

The song was basically saying everything you couldn’t.

But I’m not so sure how to close this. I just don’t know how some people can be so good At one thing and so fucked at a whole ‘nother, shit, it’s no wonder

You both just stood there not saying a word as Jax pulled you into his arms holding you tight.

“I’m not saying we have to go back to being as close as we once were but I want a chance, a chance to mend the bridges I burnt, I want to be in your life and not as someone you hate” Jax whispered.

Nodding your head, you sniffed as a tear fell down your cheek, this was the most you had talked in a year. All you wanted to hear over the past year was that your dad still loved you.

“You don’t have to say anything yet sweetheart” dad whispered kissing your head “now what do you say to helping your old man fix this bike up and then I would like it if you let your old man teach you how to ride”

“I’d like that” you mumbled.

The next few days flew by and your mum had arrived to pick you and Abel up. Pushing yourself off the bench you walked over to her with a slight smile on your face.

“Come on, let’s get you home” mum said.

Glancing over to your dad you smiled softly before turning back to your mum.

“Actually mum, I think I’m gonna stick around here a bit longer” you nodded feeling Jax place his hand on your shoulder squeezing it softly. “I wanna stay with dad, we still have a bike to finish”

-

Your mum stood staring at you, confusion spread all over her face.

“You want to willingly stay?” She questioned

“Yup” you nodded.

“Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?” She laughed before turning to Jax “you okay with her staying?”

“Course I am” he beamed at the fact you wanted to stay with him longer.

As soon as you said bye to your mum, you headed back into the garage leaving Jax stood there in his own world.

“Come on dad the bike isn’t gonna fix its self” you laughed rolling your sleeves up.

The hours flew by and you was both covered in grease, Chibs walked outside hearing all the laughter coming from the garage, a smile formed on his face as he snapped a photo of the two of you before walking back into the club house.

“Okay a know normally a would bring this ta table but no one is to disturb Jackie Boy, a don’t care wha it is, if it’s club business, Ye arms fallen off or Ye are on fire, ye come ta me” Chibs smiled leaning against the bar. “Tha is until further notice, this is wha they both need”

Everyone nodded in agreement, it was nice to see you and Jax not at each other’s throats and they knew that the fact you wanted to stay here meant you really wanted to rebuild the relationship

Standing back from the bike something clicked.

“Why does this bike look so familiar?” You asked.

“Well princess it was your grandads” Jax grinned draping his arm around your shoulder.

“JT’s” you said looking up and he nodded. “Wait and you are just letting me have once we have fixed her up?”

“That’s the plan” Jax laughed “he would have wanted you to have it and it’s better than it sitting gathering dust”

You were in awe, you knew how much this bike meant to him. Wrapping your arms around him you gave him a tight hug.  

Neither of you talked about much other than the bike, outside of the garage you were slowly building things back up, you both knew it would take longer than a week but it was a start.

“So your mum says you’ve been getting into trouble at college?” He asked as you were packing the tools up.

“Meh” you shrugged “someone said something, I didn’t like it so I fucking punched them and broke there nose. No biggie”

Jax couldn’t help but smirk, you were exactly like him, in so many ways.

“You can’t say anything dad you taught me talking was boring when you can fight it out” just as you said it an idea popped into your head. Spinning round on the balls of your feet you grinned at your dad.

“No, nope happening” He laughed when he realised what you was thinking “me and you aren’t going at it in the ring” he chuckled.

“Why do you think you will lose old man” you taunted.

“Nope it’s not that” he said looking up “I am not boxing with my daughter”

“You’re just scared because you know I’m gonna beat your ass” you giggled squaring up to him.

He knew you weren’t gonna back down. You was a Teller at the end of the day.

“Fine but if you get hurt you are telling your mum it was your idea” Jax sighed in defeat.

And with that you ran off into the clubhouse to tell everyone.

It was now 7pm and Tig was wrapping your fists.

“You sure about fighting your dad kiddo?” He asked.

“Uncle Tiggy I’m sure” you nodded “we need this, well I need this. If I’m gonna let go of the past I need to do this”

“Okay then” he smiled kissing your fist “beat the shit out of your old man”

You were now standing face to face with your dad in the ring. He knew what was happening, and he wasn’t going to fight back, he had overheard what you said to Tig. So if beating the shit out of him was what you needed to forgive him then that is what he was going to let you do.

Punch after punch, you felt the anger flow through your fists, you were fuelled by every bad memory, everything he did and he just let the punches keep coming.

Your emotions got the better of you as you scream, pounding your fists against his chest as you burst into tears. As soon as this happened Jax wrapped his arms around you, dropping to his knees holding you tight.

“That’s it princess let it all out, all the anger, all the pain” he whispered rubbing your back. “I’m never gonna leave you okay, no matter what happens with me and your mum, you will always have your old man in your corner. My biggest regret is you saw everything happen, I never wanted you to feel like I loved Abel more than you, you are my little girl, my princess and I love you”

Once you had calmed down, you felt a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you no longer felt an immense hatred towards your dad.

It had been a couple of days after the ‘fight’ and you had actually started to open up. The bike was finished and you were just putting the tools away.

“I want to drop out of college” you said “it’s really not for me, I struggle with the exams and coursework”

“You know whatever you decide I will support you” Jax smiled softly at you, hee knew where you was coming from, he was exactly the same when it came to tests and the theory behind things. “If you did drop out what would you do?”

“Actually I wanna be a mechanic” you said looking up. “Maybe I could work here”

“Why don’t you sleep on the idea and if you really want to drop out then we will get it all sorted” he said kissing your head. “Now what do you say we take her for a spin?”

“You think I’m ready for the roads” you laughed.

“You are a natural” he grinned tossing you your helmet “it’s in your blood”

The rest of the day was spent riding round the streets charming, a smile on your face and your relationship with your dad well on the road to being what it once was. Never in a million years you would have thought that restoring JT’s bike would actually restore your relationship as well.

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Tempered Glass: Chapter 6

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader Rating: M (will become explicit) Word Count: 4k Warnings: slow burn, sad feels/angst, canon-typical violence, cursing, sexy thoughts, pining Summary: When Fennec Shand reveals your true identity to the Mandalorian, you do your best to pick up the pieces. Notes: I’m sorry this took me so long!! I rewrote it like six times because I couldn’t get it to feel right. Next chapter should be much faster. Taglist: @bbdoyouloveme​​ @beskarhearts​​ @dincrypt​ @dunderr​ @honey-hi​ @just-me-and-my-obsessions00​ @mbpokemonrulez​  @oloreaa​ @red-leaders​ @speakerforthedead0​ @spideysimpossiblegirl​​ @theflightytemptressadventure​ @ubri812​ @zoemariefit​​

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Fuck. Panic coursed through your veins and paralyzed you. Your brain moved infuriatingly slowly as you tried to think of a way to stop the disaster that was unfolding before your eyes.

And yet...despite your fear and despite the fact that this terrifying, high-level bounty hunter had once tracked you, hearing Fennec call you sweetheart made your stomach drop—in a pleasant way, not at all like when Toro had done the same. She was beautiful, strong, mysterious, intimidating. What little you saw of her fighting style confirmed that she was lithe and exacting—catlike in her grace and prowess. A sexy armored bounty hunter.

I have a type.

You shunted that wildly unhelpful train of thought out of your head to refocus on the crisis at hand.

You looked at Mando. “I—”

“What’s she talking about?” he prompted. You couldn’t tell if you were projecting because you felt guilty or if he really did sound a little hurt.

You opened your mouth again to respond, but Fennec beat you to it.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Even in the dark, you could see Fennec’s eyes sparkle in delight as she addressed Mando. “I don’t know how this one stayed off your radar,” she explained. “She was wanted by the Empire for years. Huge bounty... She looks a little different now—check her chest for a scar to make sure, but I’d bet her bounty it’s there.”

Mando had already seen the scar. He knew Fennec was right.

You caught the hungry look on Toro’s face as he drank in everything Fennec was saying. His eyes trailed down your face and landed shamelessly on your chest. You could practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he tried to think up a way to confirm your identity and claim the reward for both you and Fennec. This little fucker.

Fennec looked at you, and you took a step back involuntarily. “You’ve gotten sloppy, baby. There’s been chatter for weeks that you resurfaced on Nevarro. If I hadn’t been pinned down here, I’d have come for you myself.”

Her words felt like ice sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You’d figured that news of your sighting would probably get out, but you had hoped against hope that the blue-haired bounty hunter had been taken out before she’d been able to spread the word.

Mando was silent, fists clenched tightly at his sides, visor glued on Fennec. Pulling yourself together, you grabbed his arm and dragged him a safe distance away.

“I was going to tell you. I’m sorry,” you blurted, once you were out of earshot.

“It’s fine,” he replied stiffly, his gaze trained decidedly to your right.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that even though it was just the two of you, his voice retained its icy, detached quality, all the tender familiarity gone.

“No, it’s not. I should have told you sooner. I-I wanted to—believe me—but I didn’t know if I could trust you. You were—you’ve been worried that I might turn you or the kid in, haven’t you? I was worried that you’d do the same to me if you found out. The longer I spent with you, the more I felt like you wouldn’t, but I had to be completely, totally sure. I couldn’t take the risk. You can understand that, right?”

He said nothing.

“Look—I really want to be able to trust you. I want you to be able to trust me. I just didn’t know where to start. It’s not easy for people like us to trust blindly, you know?” You hated that your voice sounded almost pleading.

Still, he said nothing, a blank beskar wall. The comfortable warmth that had developed—slowly, painstakingly—between you two over the past weeks had dissolved in an instant.

“Mando. Talk to me, please.” You reached out for his arm, but he stepped back. He still wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Not now. Not here.”

“But—”

Your heart sank when he turned abruptly and walked back to the others.

You watched as he grabbed Fennec’s arm roughly, hauling her to her feet, and you trailed behind as he lead your party back down to the foot of the cliff. When you reached the bottom, Mando threw Fennec to the ground.

“Uh oh, looks like two of us have to walk,” Fennec taunted, eyeing the lone bike.

Mando jerked his head, motioning you and Toro to follow him.

“Alright, so what is the plan?” Toro asked Mando.

Reluctantly, you refrained from asking him if he could contribute for once instead of letting Mando do literally all the work; instead, you turned to Mando and supplied, “That dewback isn’t far.”

Mando didn’t look at you. To Toro, he said, “I need you to go find it.”

“And leave you here with my bounty and my ride?” Toro asked incredulously. “Yeah, I don’t think so, Mando. I’ll only go if she comes with me, so I have a guarantee that you won’t leave.” Toro gestured toward you.

You and Mando spoke at the same time: “No.”

“Either she comes, or I don’t go.” Toro was obviously pleased with himself for thinking of this plan, a smirk painted on his face. 

You shot him a scathing look before turning to Mando to offer, “I’ll go get it alone.”

You’d love to put some distance between you and Toro, between you and Fennec, and honestly even between you and Mando at the moment.

“Suit yourself,” shrugged Toro. “Less work for me.”

You ignored Toro. “I remember vaguely where it was.” You pointed.

Mando pressed a button on the side of his helmet and scanned the horizon, stopping vaguely where you’d pointed. Finally, he trained his visor on you. He looked from you to Toro to where Fennec was seated and to you again, deliberating. You could tell he didn’t want you to go alone, but he also didn’t want to leave you here with Toro and Fennec. “We’ll go together.”

You nodded, knowing you were in no position to complain. Now that your secret was out, it was evident that both Toro and Fennec would capitalize on your value at the first chance. And, even now, when your dishonesty had been revealed to him, Mando still felt compelled to protect you, his generous heart winning out over whatever malice he felt toward you.

A small part of you resented him for that; it didn’t rub you the right way that he didn’t think you could take care of yourself. A larger part of you knew it was exactly why you liked him so much.

It would be convenient if he were a selfish ass. You could convince yourself you didn’t owe him anything, that you’d done nothing wrong. But no. 

This is why it’s easier to be alone.

You felt both angry and guilty, an awful combination that manifested in the urge to hit something—a deep yearning to break Toro’s nose flashed through your mind when you caught the smug expression on his face as he looked from you to Mando. He was enjoying the palpable tension that had materialized between you a little too much.

“Watch her,” Mando reminded Toro, gesturing to Fennec. “And don’t let her get near the bike. She’s no good to us dead.”

Without a look or a word to you, he turned and started toward the dewback. 

***

You walked in awkward silence, knowing you’d have to be the one to break it, but you delayed the inevitable, admiring the array of stars spread out above you. Mando stomped up and down the swells of sand, staying several paces ahead.

You meandered your way through a storm conflicting emotions: anger at yourself for getting into this situation (rightful), anger at Mando for being infuriatingly honorable (misplaced), guilt that you’d hurt Mando (well-founded), fear about your safety (appropriate), fear that Mando was about to break your heart a little bit (honest), irritation that you were trekking through a damn desert and there was an aggressive amount of sand in your boots (fair but trivial)... and a myriad of others that were too nuanced to unpack.

After deliberating for a long time, you decided to take an offensive position and offer to leave preemptively to save Mando the trouble (and to save yourself from having to hear that from him). You steeled yourself with a deep breath and interrupted the oppressive quietude of the night, jogging for a moment to catch up with him.

“We can go our separate ways when we get back to Mos Eisley. I know I’m too much of a liability to keep around, especially with the kid.”

He turned his head to look at you, the night sky reflected in his visor.

“I have enough credits to get off world some other way.”

“If that’s what you want.”

It killed you a little just how much it wasn’t what you wanted. You were supposed to be totally independent—you’d chosen this life when you joined the Rebel Alliance, knowing that if by some miracle you managed to survive, you’d be hunted for years. The call for your blood wouldn’t—and didn’t—end with the Battle of Endor, especially when Imperial remnants remained strong. And years ago, condemning yourself to this life for a just cause had seemed brave and romantic. Now, here you were, desperate to build a connection with someone else, despite the risk. And you were starting to think that truly being brave would mean accepting that risk.

At what point is it worth giving up ease for happiness, for something more?

You gathered up what nerve you could muster and took a leap.

“It’s not what I want, but I know you feel betrayed. I really am sorry I didn’t tell you—I was planning to, but I was scared. Scared that you’d take advantage of that... scared that you’d take back your offer to stick together. And the longer I waited, the harder it got to come clean.”

“I understand.”

The frostiness of his voice had given way to something a shade softer, but it still hadn’t returned to its former warmth.

You nodded.  

As it became clear that he wasn’t going to say anything else, the disappointment started to settle in, trickling into the hollow of your chest. He understood, but it evidently didn’t change the fact that the fragile trust that had evolved between you was shattered.

Well, fuck.

You suppressed the wave of emotions that threatened to overtake you, focusing instead on making a new plan for yourself. There would be time to work through the feelings later, alone. Your thoughts wandered to where you might go next, running through a mental list of options. Nothing sounded appealing. 

None of the places that came to mind would be stocked with a shiny, withholding Mandalorian and an ancient green toddler.

You walked for another twenty minutes before Mando spoke again.

“I want to trust you too.”

You stopped. “What?”

He halted too, turning to face you. The dark sky painted his beskar deep shades of liquid indigo, speckled with pinpricks of starlight, that moved as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “I wish you... uh... had felt safe enough to tell me that, but I understand why you didn’t.”

You knitted your eyebrows together. “Wait. You’re not mad?”

“I haven’t given you any reason to be open with me. And I guessed you were running from something.”

“Oh.”

“The Empire part caught me off guard—but I knew there was something.”

Of course he’d figured it out...that seemed so obvious now. He’d be able to spot that from a mile away. Plus, he knew you. You spent the last month or so learning his tells and quirks, but you hadn’t stopped to think that he was doing the same with you.

He continued: “But the kid and I are also wanted by the Empire. We’d have the same problem even if you weren’t here.”

“True...” You were struggling to recover from the whiplash.

“What are you wanted for?”

“I was an Intelligence Officer in the Alliance.” It had been years since you’d shared this information with anyone, but the words fell from your lips as naturally as if you said them every day, like you’d been ready to tell him all along and your mouth had finally caught up with your heart.

“Yeah, that makes more sense,” he said. “Explains a lot of your skills.”

You scoffed. “Fair.”

Mando cleared his throat and hooked his thumbs in his belt. “But... it’s...uh, nice to not always be alone.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a shrug, a little embarrassed.

Relief washed over you.

You smiled. “For me too.”

“Good,” he agreed, nodding decisively.

“Shit, you really let me think you were furious,” you laughed, feeling infinitely lighter but still trying to wrap your mind around this abrupt turn.

“Sorry,” he apologized, “I was... trying to figure some things out.”

You shook your head in exasperation and started walking again, but you froze when he said your real name. You’d known your name would sound good in his voice—everything did—but the way it rumbled and rasped through the modulator was borderline sinful, agonizingly personal.

File that away for later.

You looked back at him, and he cocked his head: “So you’ll stay?” 

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” you agreed, a broad grin on your face.

You both started walking again, and suddenly, trudging through the sandy desert in the middle of the night didn’t seem so bad. The dewback came back into view as you crested another sand dune.

Mando looked over at you. “Din,” he offered. “My name is Din.”

You glanced up at him, surprised. “Din,” you repeated back to him, feeling it out.

Despite the contradictory definition of the word, it suited him. He was the opposite of a cacophony, a man of few words—though to be fair, he did often cause a commotion. But as a name... Din was short, to the point. It evoked a lot of feeling for just three letters, and that felt right.

“I know your real name now. I thought it was only fair that you know mine too, but only use it when it’s just me and you and the kid,” he explained.

Your throat was unexpectedly tight.

You reached over to squeeze his arm at the elbow, where there was a gap in the beskar. He didn’t pull away.

“Thanks,” you answered, looking up into his visor. 

You hoped he understood that you were thanking him for more than just his name—for his understanding, for his trust, for his protection, for his vulnerability. You couldn’t say that all out loud at the moment, but you hoped he knew.

He dipped his helmet in acknowledgement, and you dropped your hand. 

When you finally reached the dewback, Din approached slowly, speaking to it in a calm, lilting voice. It warmed to him slowly, and he grabbed the reins.

He hauled himself up onto its back and then extended a hand down to you. You took it, and he pulled you up easily to sit behind him. You wrapped your arms around his middle.

“Is this okay?” You weren’t really sure why you asked this time. Things had shifted between the two of you, so you were compelled to check that the casual contact was still welcome.

He cleared his throat: “Yeah, fine,” he confirmed.

It had been a long time since you’d been physically affectionate with anyone, besides the occasional casual, short-lived tryst. It was nice to wrap your arms around someone familiar and comfortable, someone who knew you.

The dewback started forward. Din directed it back toward the cliffs with the reins in his fist. It wasn’t a huge distance, but the dewback was a slow means of transportation.

You had little idea what all this meant for your daily reality with Din. You had both shared that you wanted companionship, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was interested in anything more than that. However, for you at least, this was undeniably no longer a superficial interest that you harbored; you had real affection for him. And it seemed like he maybe was starting to feel same way about you? Or maybe he was just getting comfortable with having companionship? The man was starved for human interaction, so it was hard to know if he was warming up to you or warming up to companionship in general.

One step at a time.

Time slipped by as the dewback lumbered on. You rested your cheek against the scratchy fabric of his cape and closed your eyes. The rhythmic movement, the darkness, and comfort of the position lulled you into a light sleep.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep when Din woke you, squeezing your now limp arm that was resting on his thigh above his beskar plate.

“Alive back there?” he asked in a low voice.

Leaned against him, still groggy with sleep, you felt the question rumble through his chest.

You sat up straight, pulling your arms back to your sides. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

He chuckled. “It’s fine. We’re close.”

The two suns had risen, bathing the landscape in the golden glow of early morning. You looked around and saw that you were a short distance from where you’d left Toro and Fennec. You couldn’t see them yet, but you figured they were hidden behind one of the many large boulders strewn across the landscape.

As you drew nearer, though, you could tell something was wrong. Only one figure came into view—and it was crumpled on the ground. Din registered this as well: his shoulders stiffened, and he pulled the reins tight to halt the dewback’s slow advance.

It was Fennec’s body on the ground. Toro was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

“You were right about him,” said Din. “Stay here.”

Din dismounted and approached Fennec’s body. She looked dead, but he crouched to check. He tried to find a pulse, and after a moment, he stood back up and shook his head.

As Din walked back toward you, the realization dawned on you both at the same time.

“He didn’t—”

“The kid—”

“She must have—”

“We have to—”

Din hurried back onto the dewback and directed it toward Mos Eisley, doing his best to make the lumbering creature pick up its pace. It didn’t help much.

The ride back was interminable. You definitely didn’t fall asleep this time, adrenaline keeping you on edge as the hours passed. Both you and Din were incredibly tense, speaking very little, thinking only of the child.

***

Night had fallen again by the time you reached Mos Eisley. The speeder bike that Toro had been riding was parked outside Peli’s. Fury and fear spidered through your veins at the thought of him with the kid.

Din jumped off the side of the dewback and looked up at you expectantly, his arms outstretched. You maneuvered your leg over the side and slid down a bit until his hands gripped your hips, and he lowered you until your feet hit the sand. You could have easily jumped down on your own. He knew that. You knew that. You’d let him help you anyways.

You paused outside the bay to draw your blasters.

“Here,” Din offered you the flash charge.

You slipped it into your jacket sleeve, where it stayed tight against your wrist. Together, you crept through the door and down the stairway that opened up to where the Razor Crest was parked. It was eerily quiet.

You scanned the space, jumping slightly when one of Peli’s pit droids scurried past.

“Took you guys long enough.”

Toro walked slowly down the open ramp of the Crest, the barrel of the blaster in his hand pressed to Peli’s back. The child was held in his other arm.

“Looks like I’m calling the shots now. Huh?” he sneered.

The urge to hit him flared up so acutely that you clenched your fists. You hissed at him: “Don’t you da—”

“Drop your blasters and raise ‘em,” he ordered, cutting you off.

You and Din exchanged a look before throwing your blasters to the ground. In a subtle movement, you shifted the charge from your sleeve to your fist as you placed your hands behind your head.

“Cuff ‘em,” commanded Toro, nudging Peli forward and throwing two sets of cuffs to the ground.

She moved toward Din.

“No, start with her,” Toro drawled, jutting his chin toward you. “To think I almost cut Mando out of this deal,” he laughed. “I would have gotten you and Fennec, but this is so much better. I get to collect the bounty on you and this target here that Mando helped escape,” he pointed his gun at the baby and all your muscles tensed in protective rage, “...and I get to turn in the legendary Mandalorian himself—a Guild traitor.”

Peli walked behind you. You grasped the charge in your fist so that she would be able to see the top of it. You heard her quiet, sharp intake of breath.

“Fennec was right,” Toro continued smugly. “Bringing you three in won’t just make me a member of the Guild—it’ll make me legendary. Three high-value targets on my first try. Wow, I should really thank you guys.”

Peli was fumbling with the cuffs behind you, taking longer than necessary on purpose.

You hoped she was ready to duck because you’d heard enough of Toro’s self-congratulatory monologue. You released the charge.

In the split second of blinding light, you, Din, and Peli sprinted in opposite directions, taking cover. Toro groaned and attempted to cover his eyes, shooting blindly at the empty space where you had been standing.

Din took Toro out in one shot.

You were closest to where he fell, so you charged forward with your blaster trained on his body. The baby wiggled out of Toro’s arms and ran toward you. His big eyes were watery and his arms stretched toward you, his fingers making little grabby motions. He chittered nervously as you scooped him up with your free arm, and he buried his head in your shoulder.

You kicked Toro’s blaster away from his body as Din approached to make sure he was dead. After he checked his pulse, Din tugged the pouch of credits from Toro’s belt and tossed it to Peli. “Here,” he said.

With a gasp, she caught it and emptied the pouch in her hands. Credits tumbled out, a few falling to the ground.

“That cover us?” Din asked.

Peli looked shocked, scrambling to pick them all up. “Yeah... uh, yes. This is gonna cover you.” It was clearly far more than she was expecting.

You passed the child over to Din, and he looked down at the baby, tilting his helmet in...what? Affection? Relief? This was a head tilt you hadn’t defined yet.

Peli approached him and looked down at the child. “You take care of him, you hear?”

Din nodded.

“Thank you for watching him,” you said to Peli, genuinely grateful that she had turned out to be trustworthy.

“Besides getting held at gunpoint... I guess it wasn’t too bad,” she replied, smiling down at the baby. She’d clearly grown fond of him, and you couldn’t blame her. After a moment, Peli mumbled a goodbye and walked away, eagerly counting the credits in her hands, her pit droids skittering after her.

You stood there, finger caught between three tiny green ones, as the kid babbled and cooed up at you. When you looked up, Din’s helmet was trained on your face.

He tipped his head toward the open ramp of the Crest in a wordless invitation.

You smiled at him, a comforting warmth settling in your chest, and he followed you into the hull.

***

Chapter 7