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vhagarlovebot · 1 year

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I WON’T GIVE UP.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: aemond has a lot of insecurities and this time they end up being stronger than his love for you.

content warnings: angst, break up, exes to lovers, aemond being an insecure little baby.

note: okay so i used this gif because that is how i picture modern!aemond (maybe with his hair a little bit longer and silver). and i know it's supposed to be a latina!reader but there are no descriptions more than calling her a latina, i don’t like to physically describe her (if you have read any of my fics, then you know). if there are any grammatical errors i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.

IT’S BEEN THREE WEEKS SINCE aemond broke up with you.

you were– are so in love. you thought everything was good, he never showed the opposite. but then one day he said he couldn’t do it anymore, walking out of your life, leaving you alone with the million broken pieces of your heart.

but it has been hard for aemond too. he never wanted this to happen but sometimes his insecurities are stronger. and in this case, they are stronger than his love for you.

“okay, you need to get the fuck out of here.” aemond’s door opens, revealing aegon being closely followed by jace.

“what?” he asks from under the pile of books on his desk.

“you have not left your room since you b–” jace stops talking mid-sentence, your name is banned from the house since he lost it at a family dinner a week ago. everyone was shocked at seeing aemond so angry, he had never reacted like that before, no matter of angry or annoyed he was, aemond always stayed composed.

“i have a paper due this week.” he says, going back to ignore them.

“you’ve been saying the same thing for three weeks.” aegon huffs, closing the book aemond has in from of him. “i know we all have different ways to cope with a break up, but yours sucks. you can’t hide from the world forever.”

aemond rolls his eye, turning around on his chair. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“c’mon aemond,” jace says, sitting at the foot of his bed. “why did you break up with her? you seemed so happy.”

“if i agree to whatever you’re planning, will you leave me alone?” the two boys share a knowing look before nodding. “okay, then. now leave, i really need to finish this.”

aemond doesn’t move until aegon and jace leave his room. once he’s alone, he can properly breathe again.

it’s been like this since he told his family about the break up, when they asked why aemond simply turned around and left. his siblings and nephews have tried to get him to talk and open up, but are meet with silence.

aemond would never admit to his family the reason he broke up with you because they would never understand and they would make him talk to you, saying that you would never leave his side no matter what because you love him; as if aemond doesn’t know that already. he knows you deserve better than him. he knows you are too good for someone so broken and with so many issues in his life. and aemond loves you so much that he prefers to break up with you than to have you go through that.

he wishes he could just forget all about that awful day, but every time he closes his eyes he sees you crying in front of him and his heart aches for you.

he knows it will be like this for a while, but soon enough you will forget about him, you will stop loving him, and even if all he wants is to hold you in his arms, aemond would be happy if you find someone else, someone who deserves you.

aemond groans, resting his forehead on the desk and silently cursing aegon and jace. it’s impossible to go back to what he was doing, thoughts of you now clouding his mind.

the second aemond steps out of his brother’s car, he regrets his decision. he should have known what the plan was.

“did you know about this?” he asks his sister, who just pouts and joins the rest of the group.

a couple of months ago you take them to a new club, you said it was your favorite because they play latin music. however, it was the only time you all visit the place.

“relax, brother, she’s probably not even here.” aegon pats his back, whispering something about dancing.

the minute they step into the club, they are welcomed by the loud music playing, something called reggaeton that you made them listen before. and aemond actually likes it, he understands a few words– thanks to you.

“it’s going to be a fun night, please enjoy it.” helaena looks at her brother with her big blue eyes, batting her eyelashes as she pouts, something she used to do when they were kids and she wanted to make aemond smile. and it still works because aemond nods, a tired smile on his face.

and helaena was right. after jace bought drinks for everyone, aemond's head cleared a little, giving him the opportunity to enjoy his first night out after his break up.

he has never been one to dance, so while everyone was hitting the dance floor he stayed at the table, his second drink in hand and a lopsided smile on his face.

aemond can see everyone from where he's standing; his sister's weird and happy dances, aegon flirting with some random girl, jace and his girlfriend making out, and you.

his world stops the second he sees you, dancing really close to a man he has never seen before. your back is pressed to his chest, his arm around your waist as you move along with the music. aemond has seen you dance like that before. with him. both of you alone.

aemond wants to punch the man in the face and take you out of this place, but he knows he doesn't have any right, you are no longer together. despite that, he can't avoid feeling jealousy.

yes, it's been three weeks and you deserve someone better than him. but aemond didn't think it was going to be this fast, he really thought he'd get a little more time.

he does not take his eye away from you, even if he wants to. he doesn't know if you're drunk and would need help. he needs to make sure you are safe, even if it breaks his heart.

"aemond?" he can hear jace's voice but it's far away, all his attention is on you. jace frowns, following his gaze, and it's like a bucket of cold water. "oh shit!"

aemond would have told him to shut up, if it weren't for you.

he sees your next move with his heart about to be spilled on the floor. you turn around, throwing our arms around the man's shoulders and tilting your head backwards, your soft and beautiful hair mocking him, saying that he would never have the chance to run his fingers through it again.

but what really ends up sticking a dagger deeply into his chest is your laugh.

aemond can't take it anymore and without thinking he moves towards you. and maybe you hear jace's voice telling him to stop because you turn your head, and he sees the exact moment your smile vanishes. aemond has never felt so miserable before.

you don't even excuse yourself before running out of there. aemond doesn't hesitate to follow you, all rational thought disappearing.

when he makes it outside, you're pacing around, hands on your waist and mumbling something. he's afraid to getting close, you have all the rights to react that way. god, if you want to punch him he would gladly let you.

"how are you?" he doesn't know what to say, he just wants to hear you talk. but you don't say anything, you don't even look at him. "i'm sorry to show up like this. aegon wanted a night out and they dragged me here, if i had known you would be here–"

"you wouldn't have come?"

aemond hums and your hearts heals a little. however, being this close after everything that had happened it's not easy, but you have longed for this moment from the minute he walked out of your apartment.

"i'm sorry." aemond slowly lifts his head, looking at you defeated.

"for what? for breaking up with me, being here..." you say nonchalantly, your walls slowly coming down. “why are you here, aemond?” you say, already tired from this encounter.

“i told you–”

“no, why are you here?”

“we need to talk.” he states, suddenly feeling confident.

seeing you with that man was enough for him to realized that he’s not willing to lose you. he can be the man you deserve.

“you’re finally going to tell me why you broke up with me?”

aemond snorts, taking a step forward. “it’s– it’s not easy.”

you take the next step for him, and the next one, and the next, until you are just inches away. your hands cradle his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“aemond, i love you. don’t push me away, please.” you don’t realize you’re crying until aemond wipes your tears with the back of his hand.

“maybe if we leave now, we can talk.” seeing his smile it’s comforting, but only his next words erase all the doubts you had. “i love you.”

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mittensmorgul · 7 months

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spooky-dumb-ass · 7 months

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Some random itadori and sukuna headcannons :)) part 3

might suck ass idk

part 1 ; part 2

Itadori Yuji

Ah yes, Mr. Left right, goodnight cinnamon roll sunshine golden retriever ultra pro max.

To make everyone around him laugh he makes fun of sukuna, like a lot. (sukuna bites him with his weird palm mouth)

Avid pitbull and bruno mars listener dont ask me why

Look i know i said cinnamon roll sunshine ultra pro max but get bro in a cod or valorant lobby and hes changing like the gif i used in my header, somehow he has the best roasts and he almost always says it unintentionally

Has a million playlists

he trolls gojo however he can (A for effort) but fails cause either gojo already did it to someone or knows what hes upto

He one wore nanamis tie to seem "cool" like nanami and pretended to be him with coffee and shit. He spilled coffee on nanamis tie. He was killed for the 2nd time.

Calls himself a 'sigma male' and unironically watches sigma male videos on youtube (his sigmaness leaves whenever he sees Jennifer Lawrence)

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Ryōmen Sukuna

Sukuna when i catch you sukuna, sukuna WHEN I CATCH YOU. Ahem, anyways (his hcs are based on him entirely and not on which body hes taken)

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Good singer. will not elaborate further

has a crippling fear for mundane things like idk dirt or smn

actually does really good origami and pottery, look hes creative ok, if he didnt get rejected from art school gojo wouldn't have been a kitkat today

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absurdthirst · 1 year

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The Future of Mandalore {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Creeds, marriages, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, canon-style violence

Comments: You never thought you would see Din Djarin again, joining Axe Woves's crew of Mandalorians. Now reunited, you marry him the night before your quest to retake Mandalore.

A/N: Tonight is the season finale!!! Spoilers for season 3 episode 7 in this fic.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

|| MasterList || The Mandalorian MasterList ||

Gif by @pedropascalsx

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Din Djarin. You wouldn’t believe that it is him. Never in a million years would you think you would see him standing beside Bo-Katan Kreyze in all his shiny glory. The last time you had seen him, you had been back on Nevarro. The covert gave themselves up so that he could escape with his foundling. The same foundling that sits in his cradle beside him as he stares blankly at the group of Mando’s you have fallen in with since removing your helmet. Axe Woves convinced you that you were no less Mandalorian because of removing your helmet and you are grateful to be counted among them. Though your heart quickens when you see the man who had been courting you before the fall of the covert, his gift of a vibro blade is still your most treasured possession and you often think of him at night. The man you had hoped to become his riduur. To bear him children. Standing in front of you now as if no time had passed at all.

Din glances around the new group of Mandalorians, each of them removing their helmet one by one and he shifts his weight, unsure of the new group, until he sees you. Maker, it’s been so long since he saw your helmet and he swallows harshly when he sees you remove it. He’s only ever known you wearing your helmet and to see your face, your eyes, almost has him on his knees. “Mesh’la.” He murmurs until his breath and you turn to meet his gaze, knowing you won’t be able to see his eyes beneath the beskar but you smile at him and it’s like everything is right in the galaxy.

“You two….know each other.” Bo-Katan deduces as she looks between you and Din. Stepping forward, you nod.

“I was once a part of the covert on Nevarro.” You explain. You had never exactly said where you had come from when you had joined them, and once Bo-Katan had left, you had said even less. “I- I know you no longer consider me Mandalorian, Din, but it is good to see you.” Your eyes slide back over to beskar covered form and you remember the small touches and conversation when he was at the covert. The walks along the lava river to spend just a few moments together. You had been sure he was going to ask you the next time he had come back, but then….things had changed.

Din doesn't like the distance between you. He wants to surge forward and pull you close, tell you he's thought about you during nights he is able to sleep in a bunk. He bites his lip, stepping closer. "It's good to see you, cyar'ika. It's been a long time." He says and Bo-Katan raises her eyebrows at the nickname.

The Armorer steps forward, distracting the clans from you and Din as she announces a feast for everyone. "I shall leave you two to catch up." Bo-Katan says coyly and Din glances around for Grogu before he turns back to you.

"You are - I haven't seen your face until now but I always imagined you'd be beautiful and I was right."

“I have often wondered what had become of you and the child.” You look to where the child in question is standing in a suit that looks like an IG-11 unit. “If you had managed to get him to safety, but it looks like he is still in your charge.” You had been very willing to risk your life and your creed for Din, but you never expected to see him again if you were honest with yourself.

“It’s a long story. I- I have traveled the galaxy with the little one and he is now my foundling.” Din tells you, knowing you’ll recognize the seriousness of the relationship. You had discussed foundlings when you were courting, expressing the desire to have ads if you were to form a riduurok. You had discussed your futures until it got torn apart by Moff Gideon. “I have missed you.” Din reveals softly, not wanting the others to overhear what he would consider an intimate moment.

“I’ve missed you, Din.” Your eyes are soft as you look at him, still not able to totally school your expressions like the Mandalorians who have taken off their helmets for their entire lives. You haven’t quite learned how to not show your every thought. “Have you- did you decide to move on?” You ask, suddenly fearful that he had courted and married another.

Din wants to scoff but he just shakes his head, “I- I could never move on from you, mesh’la. I have been traveling the galaxy with Grogu. I’ve met so many people and none of them made me remotely feel anything close to the way I feel when I’m with you.” He confesses, “if you were to accept me now, I would follow you until the ends of the galaxy.” The heartfelt speech is very unlike Din but after everything he has experienced, he doesn’t want to waste another moment without you.

“Din….” You bite your lip and step closer to him, your helmet set aside on a box. “I would accept you. I had hoped that the last time you had come back to the covert that you would ask for a riduurok.” You confess quietly. “I would always accept you as my riduur.”

Your words make his heart pound in his chest and he knows he’s tired of waiting. Reaching for your gloved hands, he takes them in his own and squeezes them. “Will you be my riduur?” He asks, wanting to do what he should’ve done so long ago.

“I- removed my helmet….” You remind him, as if he is not staring at your face right now. “Will you- are you going to accept that? Or will you believe that I must redeem myself and put the helmet back on forever.” You are curious if he believes that you can remove your helmet with a riduur or not. It is not really talked about amongst the covert. At least it hadn’t been when you were with them last. “Because I don’t want to put it back on permanently.”

Din frowns, unsure of why you think he would be angry about that. Spending time with Bo-Katan has allowed him to understand the different sectors within the Mandalorian culture and although redeemed himself, his creed is interpreted differently by him. If you feel your creed is intact, then who is he to judge? He is not the leader of Mandalore. He gave the saber to Bo since she is the true leader. “I would never force you to do something you do not want. I have decided to keep my helmet on. It is my creed. You have your beliefs and I have mine. It doesn’t stop me loving you.” He promises, squeezing your hands again.

“Do you- do you believe that your riduur can see your face?” You ask quietly. Before you had been willing to never see Din’s face, but now….now you want to see it. However, you would respect if he could not allow it. Your hands are steady in his and your heart hammers in your chest. Nearly giddy that your Din still wants you. It would have crushed you if he found you to be dar’manda.

Din looks down at your hands, “I- I don’t think I should show my face to my riduur. Is that- will that be a dealbreaker for you, cyar’ika?” He asks softly, praying that isn’t the case but he nearly died trying to redeem himself and he couldn’t stand it if it was all for nothing.

You’re disappointed and you are sure that your face displays that when you nod. “I- I had expected it when we were courting.” You reason. “I cannot expect your beliefs to change for me. It is enough that you will be my riduur.”

Din is relieved that you aren’t rejecting him for not converting to your beliefs. He squeezes your hands again, “thank you. Shall we find the armorer? Arrange for us to marry tonight?” He asks, wondering if you are ready to marry him now.

You know that tomorrow you will go to retake Mandalore. The rumors have already begun to swirl that you will be asked to step forward and volunteer. Which you will. You nod. “I don’t want to wait.” You confess quietly. “I wish to be your riduur tonight so we can go to Mandalore together.”

Din smiles under his helmet, taking your hand in his, and he guides you over to the tent where the Armorer is situated. “Din Djarin. You have finally come to your senses to marry this one?” The Armorer jokes and Din chuckles, pulling you close.

“I think enough time has been wasted without my riduur. Can you marry us tonight?” He asks and she nods, “of course. Go prepare. I shall take care of the rest. Tonight, you are a clan of three.”

Grinning, you turn towards Din. “I have quarters on the light cruiser. I- I will go shower and get ready. Will you have someone watch your foundling?” You ask, looking towards the small child. You want to spend the night with your husband. “I don’t have an implant, do you?”

“No. No. I don’t. Is that- is that okay or do you want to wait? I will wait for you. I’ve waited so long, I can wait longer if you wish to have an implant before we consummate our riduurok.” He assures you, knowing he can ask Bo to watch the child.

You bite your lip, trying to search his visor and wonder what he is thinking. You don’t want to wait another day to have him touch you, to touch him. “I don’t want to wait.” You confess, almost shy about it. “I- we will raise warriors, right?” You smile, shifting your gaze towards Grogu. “Maybe we can give your foundling a sibling.”

Your words make Din's cock twitch and he is both terrified and turned on at the thought of you carrying his ad. "We will raise warriors." He promises, "I don't want to wait. I want you. I need you, mesh'la." He murmurs, getting more aroused at the thought of claiming you in every way. "Go prepare for our riduurok." He orders softly, knowing he wants to use the 'fresher on Bo-Katan's ship to clean up.

Making your way onto the light cruiser, nervous butterflies swim in your stomach. You aren’t pure, you’ve had your share of lovers like Din had. But you haven’t been with anyone since he had started courting you and it’s thrilling to think about his touch on your skin. He might not remove his helmet, but you want the rest of him bare.

The crowd is gathered for this joyous celebration before the clans return to Mandalore. The Armorer stands before you and Din, gesturing for you to take hands. You are wearing your helmet and Din had cleaned his own beskar for this event. He's nervous, excited, knowing this has been a long time coming.

“Today, we are honored by a bearing witness to the first Riduurok of our newly united tribes.” The Armorer speaks, her voice projecting out to all who have gathered. “Din Djarin has claimed a riduur.” She starts your name as well, along with your claim on Din. “United they will be one. One heart, one spirit.”

Grogu coos in delight, smiling up at you and Din who squeezes your gloved hands three times, wanting to relay how he feels, and you smile beneath your helmet, squeezing back. The Armorer continues her speech until it's time for the vows. ""Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." Din recites the sacred vow, his heart pounding in his chest.

The Mandalorians gathered around the two of you are completely silent, there isn’t the twang or rustle of armor or shifting of feet. Just a sea of helmets, the ones you had arrived with also donning their helmets out of respect for the ceremony. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde.” You repeat the vows and exhale in nervous happiness when you are done.

"You are now one. May the Maker shine upon your union." The Armorer announces and the crowd of Mandos cheer, clapping while Grogu coos. Din smiles, pulling you close so he can press his helmeted forehead against yours. "Riduur." He murmurs in awe that you are now his and he is yours.

Mandalorians know how to party when they want to. The spirits of the evening are joyous, despite the fact that you are leaving tomorrow to retake Mandalore. You’ve already volunteered. The roasted meat is served and games and competitions are started, but all you want to do is celebrate the night with your new husband.

Din laughs at Paz's attempt to educate him on what to expect during a riduurok night and Din rolls his eyes at his humor. "I am certain I will be able to navigate the situation without your guidance." Din promises Paz who snorts, "well, I have an ad." His defense makes Din chuckle until you squeeze his hand and he knows you want to retreat from the celebrations. He is eager for you too.

I will watch the child." Bo-Katan promises and Din nods.

He swallows and stands up, "are you ready, riduur?"

You have shouldered your own share of helpful hints and ribald jokes from those that are around you, your helmet still on to hide your embarrassing eagerness. Everyone around you chuckles as you leap to your feet and rush over towards your riduur. “I am.” You will be spending the night together in your quarters and you have made sure that it was neat and ready for Din. Turning your head towards the group, you give them all a respectful nod. “Tomorrow we retake Mandalore.” You murmur quietly. “Tonight I celebrate my riduur.”

Din takes your hand, turning to look at Bo-Katan who nods at Din. “Be good.” Din tells Grogu who coos and he squeezes your hand, letting you guide him onto the light cruiser and he lets you escort him to your room.

“I respect your decision to not remove your helmet.” You promise as you walk down the hall towards your quarters. “I do hope you will remove your armor, though. I have dreamed of touching you, kissing every scar and pressing my bare body to yours.” You groan quietly at the thought and stop in front of a door. Pressing the button, the door slides open and reveals your private quarters, once an Imperial officer’s room. Now yours.

"I will remove my armor. I - I want to touch you too. I want to feel all of you. I wish...I wish I could kiss you. Taste you." He admits, wishing he could throw his creed aside in favor of lust but knows that once he was satisfied, he'd be ashamed of being so lax. "Strip for me." He orders, "strip for your riduur." He sits down in the chair in the corner, removing his weapons while his helmet is pointed towards you.

You remove your helmet first, revealing your face so he can see your lust blown eyes. Wanting him to know that you want him. More than anything. Removing your weapons and setting them beside his as he watches is thrilling. Your vibro blade, the one he gave you, comes out of its sheath and you smile as you hold it out to him. “I kept it close.”

He smiles under his helmet, rubbing his thighs still clad in beskar. You are so beautiful, he knows he has won the lottery for riduurs. You are strong, smart and gorgeous. He only hopes he can be good enough for you. “I’m glad you had it when I could not be by your side to protect you.” He says and you work on unclipping the beskar from your body.

Within moments you are standing in front of him in your flight suit, nervous and excited. Revealing yourself completely to your riduur. “I should have tried to come with you.” You admit, wishing you had. It was only when he was gone and you were helmetless did you realize that you should have chosen a different path. “I could have helped you on your journey.”

Din shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have wanted that. I- it was dangerous. I had to protect the kid. I would’ve made mistakes if you were there. I would’ve sacrificed too much to keep you safe. You are here now. I’m here now. That’s all that matters.” He tells you softly, “now…remove the suit.”

You smirk, aware that Din finds you attractive no matter what you look like under the suit. Mandalorians don’t have a traditional sense of beauty standards. Just like you’ve never seen a bare inch of his skin and you are already dripping went in anticipation. Pulling the zipper of your suit down, you reveal your panties and breast band, boots and socks already discarded.

He inhales sharply at the sight of your figure, concealed by the beskar, and when you kick your flight suit aside, he is lost for words after you remove your breast band. "Fuck." He murmurs, cock hard in his suit, and he knows that this is what he wants to see until he dies. "Mesh'la." He murmurs, standing up from the chair, and he removes his gloves, tossing them aside so he can caress your skin. His hands explore your waist and up your spine until one hand cups a breast and the other squeezes an ass cheek.

Moaning softly, you reach up to hold onto his shoulders. Din knows you won’t remove his helmet, so he doesn’t tense up. Your eyes flutter closed and you want to stay just like this forever. “Riduur.” You pant quietly.

His hands explore your body, in awe of your soft skin and he traces the scars on your body, thanking the Maker you are a strong warrior and here with him. He squeezes your breast, pinching your nipple, and he loves the way you gasp. “Remove my armor. I want you to strip me down before I pleasure you.” He demands, taking charge.

Din is not a man who insists on being in charge so for him to take control is thrilling. Starting with his pauldrons, you start to whimper as his fingers grow bolder, sinking between your thighs to swipe between your folds before moving on. Teasing you with his touch. Your fingers fumble as you remove his vambraces and lay them down, his chest and back plate next as he continues to distract you with his touch.

Din groans when your fingers dip beneath his flight suit. It’s been so long since he’s felt anyone touch him skin to skin. Maybe that one time he went to a brothel and she kissed his neck from the gap in his suit. It’s almost overwhelming but he doesn’t stop sliding his fingers through your folds until he rubs your clit, loving the way you moan for him. When you need to get to the rest of his armor, he reluctantly stands and steps back so you can strip him off before you are pushing his flight suit off of his body. He’s nervous. No one has seen him bare like this.

Like you, Din has scars on his body, but there are more of them. Telling of his years as a bounty hunter and putting himself in danger to earn coin for the covert. He’s beautiful. Stepping forward, you lean down and kiss a scar that is on his forearm, leaning in more to reach the one of his side. “Mesh’la.” You murmur under your breath. “My riduur is beautiful.”

Your words make Din fluster, his heart pounding in his chest. To hear you say that you think he’s beautiful, it’s almost too much to bear. He swallows harshly, wishing he could kiss you mouth to mouth but he settles for leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. “I love you, riduur.” He murmurs, voice modulated as he watches you caress his chest.

“I love you.” You promise back softly, sliding your hand down to wrap around the turgid length that is jutting up between you. His moan is guttural, hips jerking up towards your touch. “I want to- can I taste you?”

Din hasn’t really had anyone go down on him before. His experience is confined to hasty fucks in back alleys behind cantinas. He wants to experience everything with you. “If you want but…I cannot reciprocate. I want to. If - if you don’t want to, I understand.” He promises, groaning when you squeeze his length in your grip.

“Don’t worry, I’ve never done it.” You wink as you guide him back towards the surprisingly large bed. “I might not be good at it.”

He shakes his head as he shifts to lay down. “I don’t care. It’s you. You’re my riduur. I want you. Whatever you will give me.” He assures you, watching as you shift to kneel on the bed and he groans at the way your breasts swing with the motion and he reaches out to cup one.

Moaning softly at the way his bare hand feels caressing your beast, you wrap your hand around his cock again. “I’ve watched plenty of holovids about it.” You confess, pulling his foreskin down and exposing the leaking tip of his cock. “Always wondered what you would taste like.” Lowering your head, you press the flat of your tongue against his slit.

“Oh fuck!” Din yelps in shock, “fuck, mesh’la.” You take him into your mouth and he hisses, lost in the pleasure as you explore his cock with your tongue. “Good. You’re doing well.” He praises you, closing his eyes as you take him deeper.

Humming around him makes him moan again. Causing you to feel that you are doing something he likes. You keep your palette soft, lightly sucking and rolling your tongue around the leaking head. Wishing you could see his face as he receives his first blow job from you, but you know he is enjoying it.

You are taking him so well considering this is your first time. He loves it. He loves you. You’re so gorgeous and all his. He wants to see you round and full of his ad. Full of his cock. Full of him. He needs it. “Fuck, so good, riduur.”

You slowly squeeze the base of his cock and start to pump him. Taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, hollowing your cheeks as you gag slightly when you press him too deep and pull back.

He lets you set the pace, lets you explore his cock and see what you like without telling you what he wants. A dirtier fantasy would be to trap you against the wall and see how deep you could take his cock, but he won’t do that. Not yet. Maybe you have similar darker fantasies. All of those discussions will come in time and with understanding if you aren’t into that. “Fuck. Mesh’la. I- I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He confesses when you take him deeper, able to control your gag reflex.

Pulling off of him with a reluctant pop, you look up at him, a line of drool and precum sliding down your jaw and your eyes watery. “One day I want to be on my knees while you are in full beskar.” You confess, clenching at the thought. The day he had been outfitted with his new armor, you had kept your hands between your thighs for hours thinking about him. “But for now, I want you to fuck your riduur. Fill me with your seed.”

Din growls, reaching for you to flip you so you are on your back. “Don’t worry riduur. I am going to look after you for the rest of our lives.” He vows, caressing your thigh before he pulls it over his hip. He wants to be inside of you. Craves it. He grips his cock and starts to push inside of you after rubbing the head of his cock through your folds.

It should look strange. Bare shoulders and a neck covered in a Beskar helmet above you as your eyes widen and you gasp his name. His cock is thick and it’s been a long time since you have taken a lover. Stretching you out deliciously and it’s even sweeter considering that he is your riduur. Yours until the Maker takes you. All you see is Din though.

He pushes deeper until he’s fully inside of you. Lost in the feeling of your tight walls, the heat of your cunt has him on the edge but he inhales deeply, trying to control himself. “Fuck.” He hisses when your walls flutter, adjusting to him. “Mesh’la. So - fuck - you’re so tight.” He groans, leaning in to rest his helmet against your forehead.

You moan softly, unable to even tell him that it’s not you that is tight, but he’s just that big. Your short nails scratch at his shoulders but you don’t do any damage; wrapping your legs around him tighter and moaning softly when you are fully relaxed. “Move, riduur. You won’t break me.”

Following your order, he starts to rock his hips, moving inside of you with a low groan of pleasure. You are wet and hot and he isn’t sure if he’s gonna last but he tries to think about how much he hates droids while he rocks inside of you, wanting you to enjoy every moment of this first time together.

You love the groans of your riduur. Holding onto him and moaning his name when he starts moving inside you. Feeling every ridge and throbbing vein of his cock as he rocks forward and you clench around him.

“Imagined this so many times. When I was alone on the Razorcrest. Imagining you. My hand wrapped around my cock. I- I would - I would imagine you beneath him, on top of me. Fuck, you are everything.” He vows, sliding his hand under you to arch your back, allowing him to sink even deeper and hit in a different angle.

“Din!” You close your eyes, crying out his name and your hand slides up to his neck. Not to remove his helmet, but you want to feel the way his heart hammers in his chest. “Love you. Oh fuck- you feel so good.”

“Love you, cyar’ika. You’re mine. My riduur.” He murmurs, loving the feel of your skin pressed against his. He won’t last long, not with how emotional he feels and the way you’re squeezing him, so he shifts his weight onto one forearm so he can slide his other hand between you to rub your clit.

Pretty much all Mandalorians know how to finger and rub a clit. It’s practically required since the removal of the helmet isn’t a thing. At least in your covert. Whimpering his name, your hips rock up to his touch and you feel the tension building in your core.

He can feel you tense, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips and he pulls back so he can see your face. Maker, you are fucking beautiful. “Mesh’la. I need you to cum for me. Cum for me. For your riduur.” He pleads, his cock twitching inside of you as he gets closer.

It only takes another two thrusts along with his clever fingers on your clit for you to fall over the edge. “Din, Din, DIN!” You cry out, back arching in pleasure as you soak his cock in a torrent of your cum.

“Maker. Maker.” Din groans when you clamp down on his cock and he won’t last much longer. His fingers work you through your orgasm until he’s grabbing your thigh, pushing it back against your stomach as he starts to push deep inside of you. Three more thrusts and he’s done, spilling inside of you with a low groan of your name.

You whine, closing your eyes and smiling at the feel of his cum filling you up. The heat rushing through and kissing your womb. “Riduur.” You reach up and caress his helmet softly. “I love you. I hope it takes.”

“Me too. I want to see you full of our ad.” Din pants, trying to catch his breath as his cock twitches inside of you, still spurting cum. “I love you.” He sighs, nudging your neck and wishing he could kiss you. It’s not possible. Having Grogu has shown him that he can have a child and to have another child with you would be his dream come true.

“I love you.” You murmurs quietly, feeling him settle into you as if he has no intention of moving. You don’t mind. You want him to stay just like this after so long being apart. “We will have a child born on Mandalore.” You predict quietly.

“I will pray to the Maker that you are right, riduur. I cannot wait to spend the rest of our lives together. I will follow you to the end of the galaxy. I serve you, mesh’la. I am yours.” He vows, staying inside of you. Tonight belongs to you. Tomorrow you will be taking Mandalore back.

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“Move out!” Everyone is under heavy fire, your own position behind rocks perilous, although you will protect Grogu with your life. Din rushes towards the tunnel, the baby behind him in his IG-11 suit and you follow up the rear, keeping close to your family. It’s a trap, it feels like a trap. Those are Imperial and you have to wonder what the hell they are doing on Mandalore.

Din is worried, knowing that they are outnumbered and he is trying to protect his family. His fellow Mandalorians. “Quick, this way.” Din escorts the Mandalorians into the forge and through the halls, aiming his blaster at every Imperial he sees, knowing that winning this is getting more and more unlikely.

As soon as the doors go down between you and Din, you are pulling your blaster and starting to beat against the door. Watching helplessly as the other Mandalorians fall and the troopers start to capture Din with the wires. Taking three of them to subdue him and force him to his knees. You see the way he tilts his head down and it breaks your heart, his fear that they will remove his helmet. A figure in black armor rockets down to the platform and a knot of dread wells up inside you, watching as the figure removes his helmet and reveals that it is none other than Moff Gideon.

Din struggles as the Imperial goons tangle him in their wires, restricting his moment to the point he kneels down. His helmet tilted up and his eyes widen when he sees Moff Gideon. He wants to curse the Maker, thinking he had finally gotten rid of this asshole, and here he is. “Thank you for gathering the Mandalorians into one place.” Moff says. Din struggles against the holds as Moff gives a speech about Mandalore. “Forged from beskar alloy.” He declares and Din’s eyes widen. How did he get beskar like that? He steps closer to Din who pants, praying that you get off planet. You and the kid have to be safe. “And the most impressive improvement is that it has me in it. You see, every society has something to offer. The cloners. The Jedi. And even the Mandalorians. By aggregating the best of each, I will create an army that will bring order to the galaxy. Why don’t we take your fleet off the board while we still have the element of surprise? Activate the interceptors and bombers.” Moff orders and Bo steps closer to the door. “No!” She says but it’s too late, the TIE fighters are activating. “In but a few moments, the Purge of Mandalore will be complete.” Moff says and Din pants, starting to panic at how helpless he is. “Take him to the debriefing room.” Moff orders and Din tries to struggle, looking back at you through the glass. “Go!” He commands as he is dragged away.

Angry, you slam your fist against the blaster proof glass and call out for your riduur. “Din!” You hate that he is in Gideon’s clutches, knowing that it might be the last time you see him. Din had told you about avoiding him, besting him and taking the Dark Saber from him through combat on the Light Cruiser. The same Light Cruiser you had spent your wedding night on. “I should have killed you when I had the chance!” Bo-Katan hisses and you agree, knowing you will hunt him to the ends of the galaxy if it means getting Din back. “I will kill you now.” You vow. “Open the door and face me.”

Moff steps closer, tilting his head as he looks at you before he focuses on Bo-Katan. “Do you have the dark saber? The one that is rightfully mine?” He asks and she holds it up. “And you…you are Din Djarin’s…lover?” He guesses, pleased with this information. Djarin has weaknesses other than the child that can be exploited

“His riduur.” You spit. “One who will never stop coming for the man who has taken him from me.” You promise, glaring at him through the visor of your helmet.

Moff raises his eyebrows, “congratulations. I will make sure your husband is in good hands.” He says like it’s the last thing that is going to happen. You slam your fist against the glass and Moff snorts, stepping back to offer Bo-Katan a chance to hand over the darksaber. “Now, surrender the Darksaber and tell these people that this planet is mine.” Moff orders and Bo-Katan nods to Paz. “This is the way.” He nods, looking over at you. You withdraw your blaster, aiming at the glass while Bo-Katan slithers back to work on opening up the metal door.

“Open the blast doors.” Moff Gideon orders, looking at you with a vaguely amused expression on his face as you continuously fire your blaster towards his head. “Kill them.” He puts his helmet back on and lifts off, leaving the squadron to do his bidding as the doors open and you start killing his troopers. Part of you wants to use your Rising Phoenix, to follow Moff Gideon to where Din is, but you can’t leave your fellow Mandalorians. Not until they are safe.

“Go!” Bo-Katan orders her people, knowing they won’t be able to stand strong against the Imperials. She grabs onto you, “you need to go. Take the child.” She orders, knowing it’s likely you could also be pregnant right now. Everyone thinks that. Even Paz. “You need to go. Protect Djarin’s ads. This is the way.” He says, lifting his weapon to step forward and take the heat.

Closing your eyes behind your helmet, you curse the circumstances behind your separation from Din again. Your hand slides down to your stomach, that portion not protected by armor and you nod, whirling around and running towards Grogu and the door. If you cannot save Din now, it’s better to escape with his ad and potentially his next child.

Paz knows he has to protect the next generations of Mandalorians. His ad, Din Djarin’s unborn ad. He aims his weapon at the Imperial bastards and he’s prepared to die to save the ads and his people. This Is The Way.

Tears stream down your face under your helmet as you make your way back towards the surface, praying that you can find a way out. If Din doesn’t survive, you need to protect Grogu and keep his clan strong. But you will never stop fighting for him and all Mandalorians. Including the future one you carry in your belly.

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bronx-bomber87 · 30 days

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Good evening wonderful fandom! SO glad to have a new ep to do some quick thoughts on. I missed our babies. As stated few weeks back the gif library is a turd right after an ep. So quick hand made ones till summer. Off we go.

6x04 Training Day

Lucy saying she’s fine as she consistently does all her fidgety tells screaming she is anything but LOL Tim picking this up too love it. Smart man saying what he does about “being fine.” They cute with her saying 'Does he want her to be upset?' He's so good at making her laugh in this moments. Makes my heart happy. Till John appears.... Way to jump in on their moment Nolan. Of course the man makes it worse…She was laughing before you got there John…Tim's face when she takes off. Like if I could punch you Nolan...

Oh Lucy... Definitely hitting her hard she’s still a patrol officer. Tasks that didn't used to bother her as much are. Ugh my girl. This is rough. You are anything but fine my friend…Poor Lucy last thing she needs is more alone time with her thoughts at a scene that'll take forever to wrap up. Not only that but babysitting puke…I think our girl is headed toward quite spiral that has yet to happen. Tim is gonna do his best to keep her sane but I have a gut feeling we are headed there. I could be wrong but just how I'm feeling.

Lucy killing me softly watching Juarez and Nolan get recognized on Tv. Mmm I am loving Tim coming to pick her up yum yum. Lucy mentioning almost getting that call... Damn nothing going her way today. Or lately... Think her only sanity at this point is that man next to her. Tim of course is picking up on it immediately knowing her mood is linked to Primm. Knows his girl so well. Stating she was hoping could've proved him wrong with catching a call like that.

I love this scene. Lucy telling Tim about her crappy day and Tim giving her perspective. Saying she could be the big hero tomorrow. Not only that but making her smile as well. Look at him building her up like it’s second nature. Cause it is. Damn I love these two. Him basically leaning on her and bumping her shoulder with his telling her not to be too greedy hehe That Lucy smile of his loud and proud. Making her beam as well. She loves this man next to her so much.

Oh my lord this entire scene had my heart racing. What an absolute BAMF our girl is holy hell. Tim would've lost his mind seeing this. Hell I did. I screamed when she got hit and my dog ran from the room LOL The looks on Harper/Lopez's face when she went down oh my goodness. The absolute panic on their faces. Right there with you ladies. This was a huge risk she took to prove herself. One like I said Tim would’ve lost his mind at seeing.

Lucy was definitely being the big hero this entire scene oh my lord my heart was pounding. What a way to impress Harper and Lopez but give me a damn heart attack. That scene in the ally with the brother..... I was worried when he didn’t stop she was gonna have to shoot him. Giving me 5x19 flashbacks. I think she is going to CARRY this with her for a long time. Being an empath is no joke. Our girl one of the finest even at her own detriment.

I was hoping for some insanely worried Tim and they DELIVERED. Like that man couldn't breathe till he set eyes on his girl. Oh my damn lord. The way he ran to get to her. Man on a mission doesn’t even stop to check in with Grey. By-passes them completely. Only wants to get to Lucy. His hand on her head had me reeling everyone. It's the gentle way he caresses her hair I'm squeeing. Also his non stop touching.

Trying to ground her by letting her know he was there emotionally and physically. Rubbing his thumb up and down her her collar bone. The sweet squeezes. I'm a puddle.. The way this man has transformed because of her still blows my mind. The sweet comforting touches. I'm losing my mind. His adorable attempt at a joke telling her she didn’t have to take the hero suggestion literally. Ugh Lucy breaking my heart into million pieces. Saying she doesn’t feel like one.

Melissa you deserve all the awards madam I’m crying. Her little pre cry when he says they'll deal with it my damn heart. Killing me. I love how Tim's hands have not left her for 90 percent of this moment. Protective Tim was very much present in this scene with Wes. Grey was too being like dude let us take the win. Feral Tim having Wes back it off for tomorrow. Wade being the sweet man he is says that's ok. Lucy is going to be anxious about all this. I would be stressed about him succumbing to his injuries now that Wes said that. Read the room Evers lol

Gah Tim telling her let’s go home. Then we get another glorious hug where he encases her in his arms. Protecting her emotionally from this situation. Lucy burying herself in his embrace. Wrapping her arm around him tightly to ground herself again. She needed to fall apart in his arms before they left. THIS IS SOO GOOD. Annnnnnd another head kiss I’m dead I am writing these thoughts from the grave.

Oh my word this season has delivered in spades both friggin crap. I’m out of breath from this episode in the best way. Also whoever does the music needs a raise I say it time and time again. But that song was perfection against the backdrop of this final scene. Was telling D earlier I already need to change my header to it.

I love this hug SO much it's insane. Sure I'll write a novel on it this summer. Having everything that's going on plus this I think our girl is hurtling toward a breakdown of some sort. Some actual UC/detective feelings coming with it. Cause our girl is anything but fine. I'm so excited to see where we go from here S6 has every bit worth the wait. I cannot wait till next week

Side notes -non Chenford

Yay Aaron progress in therapy. Back to active duty ha his heart rate going up for her too cute.

We finally get Nyla’s new hair style. Loving it

Adore the idea of Tim being one to take Aaron back out. Ain’t no one better.

Mmmh love hard ass TO Tim in metro uniform yummy. Does things to me. Aaron thinking he got this TRAIN but there is panic there.

‘Train is leaving the station officer Thorsen.’ Mmmm He does impress Tim for this first call. Yay Aaron haha

Giving Aaron only 9 minutes before bouncing him back to being a rookie oh my lord Timothy. I love you so much.

I do adore watching Tim watching Aaron do well. I’m sure there is a part of him that misses being a teacher. You can see it in these scenes. The pride and excitement he gets when Aaron is doing well. Aaron doing little fist pump and Tim shaking his head I’m dying.

Also How can Tim make leaning against a chair look so sexy? I want to be the chair he is leaning against in this scene with the wife LOL

Glad he passed Tim's TRAIN test. Glad they took their time getting him back out there. Was realistic

Feel free to comment any and all thoughts. I welcome them. See you all next week!

#Caitlin's mini reviews #chenford #S6 #6x04 Training Day #The rookie 6x04 #otp: unless it is #otp: doing my job #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim bradford x lucy chen

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the-words-we-sung · 1 month

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Thoughts and pictures - S3E1

So after digesting my first watch a little bit, I'm starting my rewatch of this season and I'll share a few thoughts and reactions (and screenshots) because I can't keep it all to myself 😱

I was happy that we dived directly into the (sort of) trial and confrontation between Wilhelm, Simon and August. I do wonder how much time passed between the speech and this scene though. It sets the tone for the entire season for Wilhelm: he's gonna be alone, with no support whatsoever from his parents. He enters the room alone, his parents arrive after him and his mother doesn't even look at him... Simon arrives with his mother and August with his stepdad. But Wilhelm has to deal with the situation alone (aka how to get incredibly mad at Kristina barely 5min into the season 😤)

Simon looks so pretty and so sad. (And how did Omar manage to look even younger this season??) He wants to be done with this whole thing. Also I checked but 1.2 millions kronor is not as much as I thought it would be (it's apparently around 107 000€, which is not bad, but I was expecting more)

I see what you did there Simon 😏 (Can someone gif this scene and put it in parallel with Wilhelm seeing Simon's room for the first time and saying "cozy" in season 1? :p)

The boys coming back to the meeting: very smooth. Nobody knows what you were doing. Nop. Not at all. (We can see Linda kinda smirking when Simon sits back whereas Kristina looks like she just ate a very sour lemon). Wilhelm arranging his hair and Simon smiling at him: they might be in the middle of an important meeting and at the Palace but they're still 2 teenage boys in love (and I love them for that 💜)

Rickard looked and sounded like such an idiot in the previous seasons that I didn't expect him to actually be competent! But I guess we were mostly seeing him through August's eyes... I know Rickard said he was the best lawyer in the country but I have to admit that I thought he was just bragging ^^' Also: August is such an asshole. Did he really need to rile up Wilhelm like that? He's got quite the confidence to attack him and tell him how he just fuck things up on his own, in front of everyone like that, including the queen. Who, again, is not defending her son!! She tells them to shut up but she says nothing to August for talking like that to her son 😠

(They look like they've been called to the principal office). Kristina doesn't look at them immediately, she looks at Erik's picture on her desk first. Then she looks at August. And then finally at Wilhelm. She is so awful to him this season... Right from the start. And then she breaks down crying for Erik.

While Wilhelm holds her. I wasn't expecting to see her grieve so much this season. We didn't see that at all in season 2. Is it because she repressed all of her emotions too much? I hate that she breaks down like that just after Wilhelm publicly coming out. How can she not be there for him. I get that it must be hard to lose a son, but she still has a very alive one, who needs her.

Kristina is not getting redeemed in this season but Linda kinda is! I was super happy to see her get in mama bear's mode at the trial ^^ It was about time!! But here: I'm sorry Linda but it's not your son's role to keep you updated about what's going on in your house! You're the mother! Stop putting everything on this kid's shoulders!! Maybe he never tells you but do you ever ask??

Simon being truly angry at Sara is so good. I am so happy so he's able to feel that way and to not feel like he has to repress it, to forgive her, to help her. She did something truly bad and he's allowed to be mad. Also look at his angry lil' face 💜

In things that made me laugh: Wilhelm's reaction and face to learning that Simon is grounded all semester xD He was talking all smoothly/flirty and then his tone changes so dramatically when he realizes he won't be able to get his boyfriend in his bed very soon! Horny boy is horny (and frustrated :p)

This faaaaaace ☹

I'm happy to see that Simon still has Ayub and Rosh here to support him. I wish they would have told him that replying to comments online was a bad idea though. You know the saying kids: don't feed the trolls!!

Wilhelm looks like such a normal teenager when he gets back to his room. First time we see him so carefree. It breaks my heart to know that on the other side Simon is so unwell already.

Wilhelm waking up happy and smiling. And being just a teenager (for the first time in a very long time): thinking about his boyfriend, redrawing the heart on his hand. It's such teenager things!! My boy just wants to have a normal life... (And then he's immediately reminded that he's actually not just a regular teenager with Farima's text).

Simon's worried face when he asks about Wilhelm's initiation. You can see he's truly horrified at the idea that he might have gone through what's been described in the article.

And then it starts: the piling up of everything on Wilhelm's shoulders. First his mother looking really unwell and breaking down (even though she hasn't been said to be officially ill yet), and now the negative impact of his speech on the school... Which Vincent takes great pleasure in reminding him about.

This first episode is really good at setting things in motion. We see already the beginning of what's gonna go down during this season: Simon not feeling well, dealing with online hatred, struggling with his new place next to Wilhelm in the spotlight. And Wilhelm trying to finally live a carefree life at school with his boyfriend now that he's officially out but slowly getting crushed under the pressure of his role as Crown Prince and the increasingly obvious lack of support from his parents.

#Young Royals #Young Royals season 3 #yr S3E1 #Wilmon #Prince Wilhelm #Simon Eriksson #my little thoughts #I really liked the episode #but Simon is breaking our heart right from the start isn't he?#Omar and Edvin are incredible actors #and I truly don't know how Omar can look even cuter and younger this season ><#sorry for the long post #please let me know if I should put it under a cut?#I'm thinking of writing my thoughts for each episode this week #watching each episode again but more slowly #while writing up little thoughts and taking screenshots #is pretty nice #and makes me feel like now I can also go and enjoy what other people have written ^^

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daryldixonsdoormat · 1 year

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THIS IS A PEETA MELLARK X READER (JUST A GIF^^^^).

The Gold- Pheobe Bridgers (Inspiration and some lyrics used). First-person POV of the reader.

"I don't think I love you anymore", he mutters without confidence. The winter chill is biting at his cheeks and his hands are shaking. Peeta Mellark no longer loves the girl that risked everything for him in that arena. The same Peeta Mellark that kissed me in the cave, convinced he would die. The same Peeta Mellark that told me his dying wish was to feel my lips on his. Our cave's collapsing. What more can I do? What could I say to convince him to stay to not ruin me like this? "Is this what you want Peeta? Do you want me to leave?", I say gravitating towards him out of burning instinct. His shaking hands rub against his pant leg and he nods slowly looking away. I feel the burn in my chest increase, and my throat is closing. He wants to hurt me I can feel it, he wants me to stay away for as long as possible. If he didn't, I know he wouldn't have confirmed what he was saying with a "yes I want you gone". Then the anger hits.

That anger that I tried to shield away from him, I would never yell at Peeta. I never yelled at Peeta. I storm past him and slam the door open in victor's village. I don't care enough to close the front door. It's not my house anyways. I hear the front door close and footsteps follow me when I enter his bedroom. My head is pounding and I can only hear one thing at a time. I can only focus on one thing or maybe I'm tuning him out to save myself the heartbreak. I throw open the drawers and sink to my knees digging through the clothes to find what belonged to me. Now he's not the only one shaking. "What are you doing right now? Hello?!", Peeta was yelling at me. Peeta was yelling at me. Everyone has said that phrase before, 'it felt like the world stopped'. They have no fucking clue. My hands fly towards my head to cup my ears to stop the ringing, to stop all the yelling. It's all too much. Too much.

"Please it's all too much. It's too much". My eyes are squeezed together and all I can do is rock back and forth in order to soothe myself. I feel his presence beside me I feel his soothing touch on my back but it's so much worse. All my senses are working against me and it's pathetic. I get broken up and then I throw a fit... then a panic attack. His arms wrap around me and I can vaguely hear him talking, he is making this so much harder. "No! No! GET OFF OF ME! Please I can't", tears streaming down my face burning my cheeks. He should've done it when he had the chance. Peeta Mellark sat here and burdened himself for a month putting on a show just for me. All that when he could've stabbed a knife through my heart in the arena. It's ironic that he chose a different route, a different way of killing me. "I'm here. You have to breathe. Breathe for me", I hear him say desperately his hands still shaking while holding me tightly. I exhale heavily and say it, "You should've killed me in the arena Peeta". His grip loosens and he sits back on his heels. Maybe his world stopped too.

His voice breaks, "What?". I can hear the tears he will soon shed and things start to get a little clearer. I made Peeta Mellark cry. "It would've saved you a lot of suffering", he grabs my wrist making me meet his watering eyes. "Do you really think that? Do you think I would kill you?", I bite my lip to stop the sobs that I want to let free. The tears that have been begging to be let free. I can't answer him not when he's looking at me like that. The tears in his eyes make me question if he really wants this. His hands now sit on my cheeks making me look into his eyes just like he is with mine. He scooches closer to me where our knees are touching, "Listen to me when I say this. I would never, in a million years harm you". I move my head and close my eyes letting a sob slip past my lips at the words. He pushes my head up again making me look at him for the third time, "Do you understand me? I love you. I can't even imagine hurting you". I nod in his hold breaking free from his hands to hug him.

"I don't want to lose you. Im so sorry Peeta", he squeezes me tighter breathing out both of us and relaxing a little bit more. "You're not losing me I'm right here. I thought I was doing what was best for you", I shake my head now gripping the back of his shirt the sobs subsiding. He rocks us back and forth, "Im right here. Always".

Notes: actually sobbing rn.

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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Tears for Fears

a/n: AHHHHH ITS HERE ITS FINALLY HERE!!! PART THREE TO THE OTHER WOMAN SLAYYYY🥳🥳don't worry! there's going to be a part four and it's going to be the last one :) i decided to do a part four cause i didn't want this one to be SUPER long i'm sorry😭😭i hope you guys enjoy and credit to the gif owner! <3

The car ride to the creel house was quiet and tense. All the playful energy that any of the group had was now long gone. The sun was setting and it painted the sky a beautiful orange color. Steve stopped the vehicle in front of the screen house, your heart dropping when you see Lucas, Erica, and Max make their way out.

You grab the sleeve of Max’s jacket causing her to stop and look at you.

“You be safe, okay? Don't let him get you.”

She gave you a sad smile and nodded her head wrapping her arms around you. She wipes away some tears before pulling away and looking up at you.

“Don't do anything stupid, you're kinda all I have left.”

The three of them left the car and you watched from the back window as they walked toward the house until they were out of sight. You look down at the bat that’s resting between your feet and jump when Robin takes a seat next to you.

“How are you holding up?” she asked.

You let out a chuckle. “Scared shitless right now. I hate that the kids are alone, one of us should be there right?”

“I don't know, I feel like it's an all-hands-on-deck situation. Ya know?”

You nod your head. You know all too well, you look at robin and feel yourself smile.

“You really dressed for the part, didn't you, cadet?

She fake salutes you.

“Reporting for duty. I feel like if I die today I should die in style.”

“No one is dying today,” Dustin says while looking over at you two. “I'm serious, we're all gonna be fine.”

Eddie appears behind Dustin and places a hand on his head, shaking him around a bit.

“Yeah, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to agree with the kid this time.”

You gasp. “Eddie Munson is agreeing with Dustin Henderson?”

“You hear that? I think hell just froze over.” Robin laughed out loud.

You glanced over to the front of the trailer patting on your thighs before standing. You were steady as you made your way to Nancy and Steve, throwing your arms around both seats as you leaned toward the middle.

“Are you sure this is a good plan, Nance?”

She looks over at you and furrows her brows.

“I just feel like we shouldn't have left the kids alone at the creel house. I have a weird feeling they're going to need backup.”

Steve glances at you and clears his throat. “Robin said she feels like we shouldn't be doing this.”

You're frozen to your spot. If two people are feeling uneasy about this should any of you guys be going in? Maybe you can all regroup and come up with a new plan? A million thoughts are running through your head before Nancy's voice rings through your ears.

“We're going to be fine. We can’t back down now, everyone’s lives are on the line. I wouldn't go through with this plan if we had time to come up with something better. This is our only option.”

You and Steve both look at her knowing that she's not going to back down. You don't blame her one bit, if Vecna showed you a vision where your loved ones died you'd be dead set on the plan too. You sigh, ignoring Steve's gaze on you through the rearview mirror, and sit back in your original seat. You're lost in your thoughts until Eddie sits next to you and smiles at you.

“So, you still feel confident about this?”

You consider telling him the truth. You want to tell him how you're not so sure that any of you should be doing this, how you and robin have this terrible feeling sitting in your stomach, but you don't. You don't want to feed Eddie any more fear than what he already has so you lie to him and you make sure it's the best damn lie you've ever told.

“Are you kidding me? Like I said Munson, I've done this three times already. What's another round of saving the world?”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. You're a good liar, he'll give you that. He decides not to call you out on your lie, he knows you're just as scared as him, maybe even more.

“Can't believe you've been saving the world while teaching me some calculus on the side. I guess I owe you big time for saving my ass from monsters and the wrath of Mr. G.”

You chuckle and shrug your shoulders. Everything he says is going in one ear and coming out the other. You look back at the window again knowing the Creel house is long gone, but you still hope to see the kids safe walking into the building.

“You're worried about them huh?”

“They're just kids, Eddie. They shouldn't have to go through this, and I know they aren't mine but there's this part of me that needs to protect them.”

He nods understanding what you mean. Sure he doesn't know Max or Erica all that well, but seeing them so desensitized to something like this breaks his heart.

Steve parks the trailer and for the first time, you all notice it's completely dark out now. You all sneak out of the trailer and sneak into Eddie's, thanking the universe that the darkness hid you all from onlookers. You all walk towards the makeshift rope that's made of sheets and look up into the Upside down. Steve drops his backpack on the floor and tugs at the sheets.

“Be careful.” You mumble to him.

He looks over at you and sends a small smile your way, he doesn't even care that he's staring death in the face anymore. You finally talked to him.

“Here goes nothing.”

Your heart pounds as you watch Steve climb through the enormous hole in the ceiling and disappear within a second. He does a flip, landing on his feet effortlessly reminding you of a cat, and looks up at the group shrugging his shoulders.

“Wow, what does he want us to do, applaud?” Robin mumbles mostly to herself. You and Nancy let out a giggle and cover it with a cough. Your attention is drawn back to the hole as Steve grunts while throwing a mattress down on the ground for everyone to land on.

“Alright, let's go.”

Robin squats down intertwining her fingers together to give Nancy a small boost. You smile at the quick friendship the girls made and watch as Nancy makes her way through the portal landing on the mattress with a small oof. You try your hardest not to roll your eyes as Steve helps pull Nancy up, leaving only inches between them.

You and Dustin grab the bags that are on the floor and launch them up giving each other a high five when they land on the mattress Steve laid out. Eddie makes his way toward the sheet and lands on the bed with wide eyes. He's looking up at the rest of you guys smiling at how cool this would be if it wasn't a life or death situation. One by one each of you makes your way to the upside down with you being the last one. You land on the mattress still not used to the feeling of traveling through some weird portal to another dimension but you'll wrap your head around it eventually.

You sit up a bit and look between Eddie and Steve's outreach hands, both of them ready to help you up. You look up at them and notice them staring at each other silently asking each other what they're doing. Robin rolls her eyes and grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you up to her.

“Get your head in the game lover boys, we're literally about to save the world! Fight for the girl after this.”

Your cheeks get hot and Eddie and Steve are stumbling over their words claiming they just wanted to help you up. You each walk out of the trailer getting ready for your parts of the plan before Steve turns around to face you, Dustin, and Eddie.

“Hey, guys, listen,” Steve starts. “If things here start to go south at all, you abort. Okay?” Draw attention to the bats, keep them busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna.”

He looks at Dustin and Eddie. “Don't try to be cute,” His eyes lock with yours. “and don't try to be a hero or something okay? You guys are just-”

“Decoys,” Dustin says while rolling his eyes. “Don't worry, you can be the hero Steve.”

“Absolutely,” Eddie chimes in. “I mean look at us, we are not heroes.”

You snort. “Speak for yourselves. I've saved all of your asses at least once.”

Steve chuckles at your response and begins to walk away from the three of you. It finally sinks into your head that this could be the last time you see him. With the terrible feeling in your gut only getting worse you can't help but run after him and grab his hand. Steve turns around to face you, his facial expression giving away the little shock he's experiencing.

“You have a bad habit of losing fights.”

“Really? That's what you want to say?” he whispers.

Tears are welling in your eyes as you shake your head. “Don't lose this fight, Steve. Please.”

He pulls you into his chest and gives you a tight hug.

“I'll see you when we win, okay?”

You pull away, wiping the tears that managed to escape, and nod your head.

“I’m still pissed at you,” you say over your shoulder while walking back to Eddie and Dustin.

“Tell me about it when this is over!”

You smile at Eddie and Dustin grabbing the bat you've had since the beginning of all of this shit and look back at your friends who are walking away from you.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie shouts.

Steve turns around to face him.

“Make him pay.”

You, Dustin, and Eddie all work together trying your best to cover every window the trailer has. Dustin is running around giving you as many boards as he can while you're drilling them into the trailer.

“So,” Eddie says, appearing behind you while hanging you a screw. “You and Harrington?”

“Pretty sure that ship has sailed,” you mumbled out while stepping back and admiring your work.

“No, yeah. That's cool, I was just wondering is all.”

Dustin stood next to you two and made a face at Eddie.

“Dude, are you trying to see if she's single while our lives are on the line?”

Eddie and Dustin bicker back and forth and you tune them out while walking around the trailer to see if you guys missed any spots. Once you saw every nook and cranny was covered you went back to your original spot, resting your hands on your hips. Thunder booms across the sky as a flash of red follows close behind.

“Not bad,” you mumble to yourself.

“Not bad at all.” Dustin follows. You're standing between the two as you all look at each other and smile. A chuckle escapes Eddie as he throws an arm over your shoulder.

“Now for the fun part.”

The three if you burst into the trailer trying not to disturb the hive mind. Eddie stands in the doorway in shock as he looks at the beautiful sight before him.

“Jesus Christ….” he trails off.

Dustin chuckles at his older friend as he takes a step forward toward the object that was calling his name.

“It's like…she was destined for an alternate dimension.”

A small laugh escapes from you as Eddie reaches for his guitar with a smile on his face.

“What do you say you two? Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”

Eddie turns around to face you both and you take a step forward.

“That a rhetorical question?”

Eddie smiles at you both as he puts the guitar strap around his shoulder and slings it so that it's resting on his back.

“Let's do it.”

“Uh, I don’t mean to freak anyone out, but I swear we've seen this tree before,” Robin says in a shaky voice.

“That's impossible.” Nancy says trying to catch up to her newly made friend.

“That would suck, right? If Vecna destroyed the world cause we got lost in the woods?”

“We're not lost, Robin.”

She let out a nervous chuckle and walked ahead of Steve and Nancy.

“Robin, hey,” Steve said.

“Watch out for the vines! Hive mind, remember?”

“THANK YOU!” Robin shouted while sprinting away from them.

“Ah, don't worry about her, she's just stressed. You know, scared.” Steve said quietly.

Nancy chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

The two of them walked in silence. They weren't really sure what to talk about but they also kept an ear out for Robin in case she ran into trouble.

“It's just…” Nancy started.

“She's a super klutz?” Steve finished.

She let out a laugh and nodded her head.

“She did tell me it took her longer to walk than most babies.”

“I really shouldn't laugh. When I was a baby, I actually crawled backwards.”

“Crawled backwards?” Nancy questioned.

He nods his head. “You know, I’d push back on my hands like this,” he said while making a beeping noise. “Always in reverse, you know?”

Nancy stays silent trying her hardest not to laugh. She missed this, a part of her will always miss Steve and how…easy it was with him. It all just came naturally, well, not all of it.

“Come on, it makes sense. Push to move right?”

“No, no, it doesn't make sense.”

Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Well, it did to my tiny Harrington brain, and to y/n.”

A beat of silence passes.

“Actually, I think she laughed at me too.”

“Smart girl.”

Steve chuckles at the thought of you.

“Of course, it made sense till I backed myself up down a flight of stairs and thumped my head really good.”

Steve swears he can hear your voice saying that explains so much, or maybe it was Nancy but he just wanted it to be you. Either way, he responds.

“I think it does. I think, like, right off the bat I'm super confident, but I'm also an idiot.” His mind trails back to the arguments you two have had these last couple of days, the two of you too wrapped up in the end of the world to talk it out like usual.

“It's a brutal combination,” Nancy says.

“The good news is, if I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know?”

Nancy nods her head agreeing with him.

“Do you think she meant anything when she told me not to lose?”

“Besides not dying?” Nancy chuckled.

Steve shook his head not listening to what she was saying.

“How did I not see it? This whole time, she's been in love with me and I never knew. Now, I might lose her to Eddie. Eddie of all people! I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a cool guy, and has nice hair. Not as nice as mine but it's nice. I just never heard her talk about him.”

Nancy looks at Steve. “What do you usually talk about when you hang out?”

Steve shrugs his shoulders.

“I'd usually talk about my dates, or about some girl who gave me her number at work-” Steve stops talking and stands frozen in his spot.

“Something tells me you just had an epiphany.”

Steve groans quietly and starts to walk again. “I'm such an idiot.”

“At least you're learning.”

More comfortable silence is shared between them as they keep their eyes on the ground trying their best not to step on the vines.

“Thank you,” Steve said quickly.

“Thank me?”

“Yeah.”

“For?”

Steve smiles at her and for the first time, it's almost a normal smile. There's a little love behind his eyes, not as much as before and his hand isn't yearning to hold hers, but part of him still wants to, and he might even start to grasp at the fact that Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington are a ship that set sail a long time ago.

“For giving my head the biggest thump of its life two years ago.”

Nancy’s heart drops at the subtle mention of the messy breakup. She doesn't tell anyone but she regrets ending it that way, Steve was so good to her and he didn't deserve to have his heart ripped out like that. She knows she should've been sober and a conversation should've been shared, but life had other plans.

“I needed it,” Steve said. “It was life-changing, and now I'm crawling forward.”

Nancy wears a bittersweet smile on her face. She's happy for Steve, he’s moving on as he rightfully should, but now it's confirmed that it's an end of an era. Long gone are the days of Steve and Nancy and she's scared of what the future holds for them. Will they even be friends or will they both always have a soft spot for each other?

While Nancy is lost in her thoughts Steve is lost in his. He can't help but wonder if maybe he met you a little sooner, would things be different? Would he have even been friends with Tommy and carol? Would he have ever met Nancy? Hell, maybe none of this upside down shit would ever even exist. Steve knows that he wouldn't change a thing in his life besides a few handful of things but he silently hopes that somewhere in another universe he meets you sooner than later.

Steve glances at Nancy out of the corner of his eye and clears his throat. He still has so much to say to her and he's tired of holding things in only to regret not saying them. What better time to tell your ex that you still have hope you'll get back together while being partially in love with your best friend?

“Do you remember the dream I told you about?”

Nancy and Steve stopped walking and stared at each other.

“About the Winnebago? Seeing the country with my six little nuggets?”

Nancy smiles at him, a real smile. The kind that reaches her eyes and lights up even the darkest room.

“It's all true. Every last word.”

No. Nancy thinks to herself. It's not supposed to be like this, things were going so well.

“But I left one part out.”

“Stop it, Steve.”

“It's the most important part.”

“Steve, stop it,” she whispers.

“You're there.”

Nancy is at a loss for words. It's like Steve took two steps forward and one giant step back.

“You've always been there.” And it's true. When it came down to it like really came down to it, Steve knows that there's always going to be a Nancy-shaped hole in his heart. Maybe it's because of how things ended between them or maybe it's because she's genuinely the first woman Steve has ever truly loved, but he can't seem to let her go. He knows the tighter you hold onto someone the more they begin to slip away but he can't stop, and Steve is at a fork in the road cause, on one hand, he wants Nancy back. He wants to show her that he’s matured and has his head on his shoulders, on the other hand, he wants you. He needs you.

Nancy never gave Steve the love he deserved. You've always told him that and recently it's all you've been telling him. Hell, even Nancy told him herself! You've always been there for him in ways nobody else has and Steve treasures you for that, he just has a shitty way of showing it and he hates himself for that.

Nancy looks down at her feet refusing to meet Steve's eyes and she can tell from the quick change in the atmosphere that it's finally sinking into Steve's head.

Nancy Wheeler no longer wanted anything to do with Steve Harrington. She hates to say it, she really does but if she has to break his heart all over again for him to fully move on and stop self-sabotaging potential relationships, then she will.

“HEY, GUYS?”

Nancy jumped back from Steve and looked at an out-of-breathe Robin with concern on her face.

“You guys! Awesome news!” Robin panted out.

“Looks like we weren't going the wrong way after all.”

“I just had a crazy realization,” Eddie said from the top of the trailer. You catch the wire that Dustin throws up at you and set it aside to help him up.

“Oh really?” You grunted out. “What's that?”

“So the songs save us from vecna right?”

“That's the theory, yeah,” Dustin said while standing next to you.

Eddie puts his hands in the air and lets out a chuckle.

“Why didn't we get a list of everyone's favorite songs before we came here?”

You and Dustin stand in silence.

“I mean, sure we can't all carry a walkman, but if we hear the lyrics of our favorite song that's kinda like a get out of jail card, right?”

“Damn…” you mumbled.

“What song would save you?” Dustin asked, looking at Eddie.

Eddie held up his guitar. “I'm about to play it.”

Dustin and Eddie turn toward you silently asking. You shrug your shoulders.

“Probably head over heels. What about you dusty?”

“Never-ending story.”

You let out a groan. “I'll pay you to not sing that song again.”

“What does she mean again?”

You let out a gasp and look between Dustin and Eddie with a smile on your face.

“Don't!”

“He doesn't know?!”

“Know what?”

“Of course, he doesn't know! Why would I tell him that?!”

You let out a laugh and shake your head. “Don't worry rockstar, I'll tell you later.”

Dustin glares at you muttering under his breath while he gets everything ready for the plan. Everyone goes back to doing their own thing and Eddie stands beside you and clears his throat.

“So, head over heels?”

You hum. “That, or everybody wants to rule the world.”

“I'm guessing you're a tears for fears fan?”

“The biggest actually. They're geniuses!”

Eddie snorts and shakes his head. “I wouldn't say all that now.”

“Well, we're all entitled to our own opinions!” You threw an arm around his shoulders and gave him a little shake while laughing. “Even if they're wrong.”

Eddie playfully rolls his eyes and plays with the strings of his guitar. “I heard they're having a concert a couple of towns over.”

You sigh. “Yeah, I tried getting some but it's impossible.”

Eddie smiles at your answer. “What if I told you that I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows some other guy, who knows a guy that can score some tickets?”

You laugh a genuine laugh. “I'd say you're full of shit.”

“Well, how about you find out after all of...this.” He said while gesturing to the upside down. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look down at your dirty shoes with a smile on your face.

“If I didn't know any better, I’d think you're asking me on a date.”

Eddie nervously scratches the back of his neck and shrugs his shoulders. “Figured I'd give it a shot since we could be dying.”

“Seriously?” Dustin scoffed. “We're in the middle of saving the world and you're asking y/n on a date?! Do you not have your priorities?!“

“I'll bring you back a shirt.”

Dustin stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head.

“Have fun on your date you two. I expect her home by 9.”

“The concert starts at 8.” Eddie chuckled out.

“Did I say nine? I meant tomorrow. Actually, you can just keep her.”

Eddie glances at you and lets out a small cough. “So what do you say? Friday at 8?”

You bite your lip, part of you wants to go with Eddie. Hell, he's made this whole thing feel normal so far, but what about Steve? You're pretty positive nothing is going to happen there, especially now that he's with Nancy. You don't want to use Eddie as some kind of rebound, that's the last thing you want. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have some kind of feelings for the infamous dungeon lord. He was funny, never afraid to say what was on his mind, and he was so nice to look at.

“Yeah, Friday at eight.”

Your attention is quickly taken away from each other when you hear Dustin talking into the Walkie.

“Copy that. Initiating phase three.”

Dustin looked at the two of you and nodded his head. You grabbed your bat ready to hit the bats that would soon be coming toward you and Dustin grabs the outlet that was resting on the trailer and plugs it in.

“Let's hope they hear this.” You mumble under your breath.

Dustin turns one of the knobs on the amp and nods his head toward Eddie giving him the go. Eddie takes a shaky breath and pulls off the guitar pick necklace that he always wears.

“Chrissy, this is for you.”

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99hook · 9 months

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I know you got a million prompts, but here's another one:

AEW is coming to Y/N's city and she's excited because HOOK is on the card. However, she gets called in at the hospital where she works. She's heartbroken... until later that night when a young man is admitted with a possible concussion and potentially cracked ribs. Y/N doesn't need to look at his chart because she recognizes him. It's HOOK, who hit a table wrong in his match and has been sent for x-rays.

The way I rannnnn to write this because I love this request and concept that much! Thank you for sending it in I hope you love it!

(The gif might be cheesy for this but, it works, right? 🤣)

You really did try to hide the devastation you felt, but walking through the hospital doors when you’d planned for months to be walking through the venue doors at the arena just reminded you how absolutely gutted you were that you couldn’t make it to AEW.

You scanned your badge right at seven-thirty, and that was another cruel reminder for you, since that’s when the doors would be opening for you at the arena, not the damn hospital. However, you knew that sometimes this is how things go with being a nurse and it’s not the first time you’ve had to cancel plans, most likely won’t be the last.

You offered a forced smile to everyone who passed by but your heart physically ached in your chest. Yes, you absolutely adore your job but you’d rather not be in that hospital tonight. You’ve never gotten the chance to go to AEW and the one time you did, your boss called you last minute and practically pleaded for you to come in. Despite knowing the plans you had and the tickets sitting in your purse, you couldn’t leave your team hanging so, here you are, dragging your heavy legs down the hallway.

“Hey Y/N” one of the other nurses greets you. You smiled but didn’t say anything back as you rounded the nurse station to get to the computers. “Wait, I thought you had the night off?” She asks. “Yeah, thought I did too.” You mumbled under your breath. You logged into your portal to review your awaiting patients and tasks, and then you plastered on a false smile, once again, and headed to the first room.

You knew you had to work hard to hide the way you were genuinely feeling inside so before stepping through the door, you had to count a few deep breaths. Then you walked in and found a young woman sitting on the edge of her bed, hand over her chest as she tries and fails to take deep breaths.

You glanced down at her chart where it was documented that she came in complaining of stomach pain, so you asked, “Is your chest bothering you? What are you feeling right now?” And in those kinds of moments it’s always so easy to forget anything you might have going on because the empathy you feel for your patients becomes your first priority, so for the first time since your boss called you to come in tonight, the show wasn’t on your mind.

“I have anxiety, I always do this, i just get so anxious in hospitals, I mean, the walls are basically grey, it just feels like I’m here to die.” The young woman rambled, her cheeks flushing the more she spoke. You nodded gently and placed your clipboard down on the side counter before leaning down to get eye level with her.

“It’s okay, I understand. Believe it or not, I hate hospitals too.” You chuckled lightly, earning a weak laugh from the young woman. You placed one hand on her shoulder, “do me a favor and try to take in a deep breath, slow deep breath, and hold it for a few seconds, and breathe it back out. Can you do that?”

You watched as she nodded and inhaled shakily, but exhaled much smoother. “Again.” You coaxed her, rubbing her shoulder. You could see her starting to calm down, her hands no longer trembling and cheeks returning color. She looked into your eyes, “wow, that actually helped a lot.”

“I have to do it all the time, I get it.” You smile before you stand up and grab the clipboard off the counter. “So it says here you’ve been having stomach pains? Can you elaborate on that a little bit?”

She nods and points to her lower right abdomen, “For a couple of days I’ve had this nagging, sharp pain here. It’s not debilitating but it’s constantly there and sometimes it’s worse than other’s. I was ignoring it until I was at getting ready to go out tonight and I felt like I’d literally been stabbed.”

You nodded as you listened. The first thing you thought was appendicitis, so you jotted that down to bring to the doctor, whenever he comes in to check her. “Do you have any nausea or vomiting?” And she shook her head no.

You grabbed the digital thermometer from out of your pocket and brought it up to hover over her forehead. Her temp read 99.9, which could be normal for her typical body temperature or could indicate a low-grade fever. “Okay” you said as you jotted it down, im going to tell the doctor and he’ll be in here in just a few minutes. If you get anxious or anything and the breathing techniques don’t help, you can push the button on the side of your bed and ask for y/n. I’m right down the hall.”

“Thank you.” She whispered before you nodded back and headed out the door. You were heading back to the nurse station when another nurse you didn’t know all that well stopped you in the middle of the hallway.

“Hey, y/n?” She read over your badge to ensure she got your name right. “Listen, I really need to leave. My daughter is sick as a dog and she needs me. I’m so sorry to have to do this. I know we’re already short staffed but is there anyway you can take over my last patient? I haven’t checked him in or anything yet, i really need to go home.”

You felt your shoulders slack but agreed anyway. She smiled and thanked you before she started fast tracking to the nurse station, with you following behind. That’s when you caught eye of the doctor heading towards the last room on the wing, the one you’d just walked out of, and you handed him the clipboard in hand as he approached you.

“Anxiety?” He quirked a brow. “That’s not a medical reason to be taking up space in our ER.” He was a bit of a dick, on most days. He was stern and cold and usually wasn’t the most caring doctor in the world with his patients unless they had something seriously wrong.

“Read underneath it.” You wanted to roll your eyes but remained respectful.

“Ah, possible appendicitis. That’s more my speed.” He shot a weird grin before he headed down the hall. You then turned to the nurse you’d be taking the place of and were presented with her chart for her last patient of the day. You envied her on the inside but you bit that back.

“Thank you so much. I owe you.” She said in a rush before she grabbed her things and scurried down the hallway. At least she only had under and hour left before her shift would’ve been over so, it’s not like you were doubling up all night.

You started walking down the hall when you read the room number but stopped dead in your tracks when Tyler Senerchia was written out underneath. You stared at that bold print for about five seconds longer before you clutched the clipboard and made yourself start walking again.

In your mind there was no way this was the Tyler Senerchia, as in Hook, as in the main wrestler you were going to AEW tonight for in the first place. You shook your head in pure denial until you opened the door and caught brown eyes when he raised his head off of the pillow.

“Oh wow” you gasped, but you meant to keep that in your head. You couldn’t help it, you were just starstruck for the first time in your life. It’s not everyday an AEW wrestler shows up, or anyone like them for that matter.

His brows furrowed out of clear confusion before that emotion morphed into pain, and he dropped his head back down and screwed his eyes shut. He clutched his side and the back of his neck, and that’s when you glanced down at his chart.

He arrived via ambulance at 8:31 and showed signs of fractured ribs and a possible concussion. You didn’t understand why they stuck him in a room to wait but that’s the fun of working in an understaffed hospital, you supposed.

You attempted to collect yourself and snap back into nurse mode. It wasn’t easy but you had to remind yourself that you were dealing with an injured patient right now, not your favorite AEW wrestler only.

You cleared your throat and stepped over to the side of his bed. His eyes peered open when he heard your footsteps draw near, some blood trickled down from his temple that you saw when he turned his head to face you.

“Can you tell me what happened?” You asked after your typical formal introduction. He tried to sit up but was immediately stopped by the pain. He groaned out, clutching his side and that’s when you laid the clipboard down by his feet and gently grabbed his shoulders, easing him back down.

“You don’t have to sit up, just relax.” You tell him as you position his pillow better to make him a little more comfortable. He inhaled a breath but it wasn’t as deep as he wanted thanks to the sharp pains shooting all through his ribs. You noted immediately that he had some swelling and quick discoloration and grabbed the clipboard, jotting that down.

“I was wrestling this guy, im a professional wrestler for AEW, if you know what that is?” He asked, pausing as he tried to figure out your answer. You nodded simply, and he continued. “Well we had a table involved in our match and he threw me into it, but I landed like, sideways so when the table broke in half, it basically speared me, except without all the blood, you know, cause I’m not bleeding.”

You couldn’t help but let a faint smile linger to your lips but had to quickly wipe it away. You glanced down at his hand still clutching his side and tucked the clipboard underneath your arm. “I’m gonna feel around a little bit. If anything hurts too much, let me know, okay?”

He nodded as he slowly slid the hand up to rest over his chest. You carefully placed your finger all around the swollen, bruising area and felt him stiffen. “Too much?” You eyed him, but he adverted his pained stare to the ceiling and shook his head. You then gently poked the center of the swelling and, as expected, he let out a low grunt of pain and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Okay, im done.” You tell him as you take s step back. “What about your head?” You asked when you read off the possibility of a concussion. “Did you hit it on the table too?”

“Floor, actually. It was all fucked up.” He rubs over his forehead before he glanced back at you. “Shit im sorry, I didn’t mean to cuss.”

You chuckled at that and shook your head. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You wouldn’t believe all the stuff I hear around here.”

You then lean over and hold up one finger. “I need you to follow it.” You tell him as you slowly move it from left to right above him. His eyes followed it easily but you still wanted to have all the possibilities taken care of so you didn’t X out the possibility of a concussion, just in case.

Your eyes scanned his body in search of any other noticeable injury from what you could see. “You must’ve came here immediately. You’re still wearing your ring gear.”

That’s when a bit of a surprised look appeared on his face and he lolled his head to the side, looking at you. “You watch wrestling?” He asked. You nodded, feeling your lips pull into another effortless smile. “Actually, I was gonna be there tonight, but I got called in last minute.” You tell him, watching a slight smile slip on his lips.

“Damn, I hate that.” He tells you, attempting to adjust himself but again, that pain stopped him from being able to do hardly anything. You snapped back into nurse mode and carefully leaned him up so you could adjust his pillow, before easing him back down again.

“This is so embarrassing.” He chuckles, exposing a set of bright white teeth.

“What is?” You asked, returning the same smile.

“My nurse is gorgeous and im basically crippled.” He muttered, rubbing his hand through his hair.

“You’re not crippled.” You chuckle back before the realization hits you. It went right over your head that he called you gorgeous, and suddenly you felt your cheeks intensely burning. “Oh-“ you didn’t mean to say that. You had a tendency to say things that were meant to be kept locked away in your brain.

“Sorry, that’s probably really inappropriate.” He brings his hands to his face and covers it before sliding them down his cheeks.

“No, it’s okay.” Your voice was suddenly ten times softer. “And thank you. I’m actually a real big fan, believe it or not. I was crushed when my boss called me in tonight. The whole reason I was even gonna go was basically for you.” You started rambling, especially when his eyes caught yours and a soft smirk appeared, exposing a dimple that could’ve weakened your knees. Actually, did weaken your knees.

“Yeah?” He asked, wishing more than anything that he didn’t have to be talking to such a beautiful girl in the state he’s in but at that moment he wasn’t thinking about that or the pain, and that was thanks to your smile. It was contagious, just made him wanna smile right back despite the way his head was pounding and his ribs were probably cracked.

“I hate that you didn’t get to go, but maybe we can change that.” He grins. He didn’t know if it was the hit to the head or what but he was feeling pretty bold. You on the other hand just fell silent, rather speechless as you hugged the clipboard to your chest.

“You know we’re here for two nights. Anyway you can take off work tomorrow? I don’t mean to brag but, I kind of have this really cool way of getting seats right behind the barricade.” He chuckles. Your cheeks were turning bright red and when he saw it, he knew the kind of affect he was having on you.

“You really don’t have to do that.” You tell him, but he gives you a certain look.

“I want to. Think of it as my way of thanking you for fluffing my pillows and not telling anybody you had to do that because I couldn’t even sit up on my own.” He chuckles and you were really loving the sound of that laugh.

Rendered speechless once more, you dropped your eyes to the floor and smiled like an idiot.

“So is that a yes, nurse y/n?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you had to do your best to fight it.

“I mean obviously im in no condition to fight right now, so since you said you wanted to go just for me, maybe I can just bring you backstage and we can watch the whole show from back there. I might need my pillows fluffed again.” He smirks, and you really couldn’t believe what he was even saying.

“That’s if you can leave tomorrow.” You remind him with a pointed look. “We have to see how bad your injuries are first.”

He held that smirk on his face as he nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “Alright, I guess that’s fair. I mean, as long as you’re my nurse tonight, nobody else.” His dimple deepens.

You nodded back, unable to keep that smile from breaking out. “I’ll be with you all night. I don’t get off til seven in the morning. If you’re not out of here by then-“

“But if I am?” He quirks one brow under the sweaty locks of hair. “Would you let me do that for you?”

You dropped your head and smiled like an idiot once again. “You’re pretty persistent.” You tell him. “You do realize you are in pain right now, right?” You teased.

“Haven’t noticed since you smiled at me.” He shrugged coolly and held those dark, captivating eyes on you.

Rendered speechless once more, you glanced down at your clipboard and noted that you’d been in that room with him for way too long.

“I need to get the doctor.” You couldn’t let that smile falter with the way he was looking at you. “So we can see what we’re really dealing with. If you’re able to go home tonight or tomorrow, then I don’t see why not.”

You watched his smile widen as he nodded. “I’m gonna go order your X-rays and the doctor will be in shortly.” You tell him as you headed out the door. You were still smiling to the point your cheeks started to hurt but quickly realized it was probably not changing anytime soon when your phone buzzed in your pocket once you got to the nurse station.

You didn’t recognize the number so you knew exactly who it was. And the second you read it, you dropped your head and let that smile completely take over.

“if anyone gets hurt at the show tomorrow, you’re my nurse, im not sharing”

#hook aew #come talk to me

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