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kil-g · 1 year

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the body is the frame

a/n: i very self-indulgently wrote this last night bc i was going thru a depression episode :| here is chesa and simon vaguely confessing their feelings to one another in the best way they know how to do it. or alternatively, the only way they know how to say "i love you" to each other.

parings: chesa "smoke" fernandez x simon "ghost" riley

word count: 1.1k

warnings: injuries, discussions of death

“I think you’re starting to like this.” Chesa says, sweat drips down from her temple. Simon takes a bit of her hair and pushes it aside.

“Funny.” He says.

“Well, are you?”

Simon lifts the towel cloth to her mouth and she takes it between her teeth and bites down.

“This is gonna hurt like hell.” He murmurs. She only hums through the fabric. He places his hand above her heart and grips her upper arm tight. In a quick and harsh motion, her arm snaps back into place. Chesa doesn’t flinch or even recoil against the sensation. “No, Fernandez. I’m not enjoying this. I don’t enjoy it.”

Instead, she tilts her head back and exhales heavily.

Gently, he takes the towel and tosses it aside. She sniffs and rubs at an itch on her nose.

“I don’t know.” She answers, instinctually bringing her hand up to the new relocated shoulder and massaging it slightly. “I think you secretly like it when I need you.”

“No.” He says. “Whenever you need me, it’s ‘cause you’ve been beaten within an inch of your life.“ He sits across from her. The moonlight coming from the window is slowly fracturing away through the boards. Softly, it radiates off her hair and makes the sweat on the left side of her face glisten.

“Worried about me, then?”

The answer is plain and simple as day. It sits over his tongue and scorches a strange taste over the top of it. He leans forward, propping his weight on his knee. Then, he opens his mouth to answer with a soft inhale and just as quickly decides against saying anything at all.

Of course he worried about her. He worried about everything. Certainly, he wasn’t vocal about it but nevertheless he worried.

But, usually when his worries subsided, he was finally calm like an ocean after a storm. Tension subsiding, washing away. It felt like being pulled out of water after you’d been drowning, or catching yourself before falling to the ground.

Worrying about Chesa was a whole other flavor. The resolution of the worry wasn’t an ocean at peace. It wasn’t a gulp of breath after a swallow of salt water. And, it certainly wasn’t the feeling of gravity beneath his feet.

It was like watching clouds cover the sun or catching the faint smell of a forest fire before you even get a chance to see the smoke.

Simon would worry about Chesa as if it were his condition. And, he’d still have no peace even after the worry resolved.

Then, she clears her throat. The noise yanks him harshly off his steady train of thought and, tentatively, he meets her eyes.

“Do you remember a few months ago, when I showed up at your place and I slept on the couch and you were in the armchair?” Simon murmurs. “You were watching this french film. I fell asleep.”

She hums, amusedly, “Yeah, I remember. You were out for a while.” She doesn’t acknowledge how much closer he’s gotten to her.

“Can’t remember the last time I’d slept like that.” He says. “I don’t know if it’s your place or if I was tired or if it was just you. I just know that I don’t sleep anywhere else like that.”

The softness of her features change and fracture in the light that’s only illuminating half her face. Without her noticing, Chesa’s brows wrinkle together. Then, she inhales and swallows on the air. “I think you were just tired.”

“I’m always tired, Chesa.” His eyes are looking straight through hers. Her eyes dart back and forth between his like she’s looking for even the slightest hint of a sick joke. But, there’s none to be found. “I worry. I do. I liked your couch, your place. But, I don’t have much of a reason to sleep there if you aren’t there, too.”

For a moment, it’s dead silent. The sound of her own heart beating in her chest is so loud that it makes her head spin. She leans forward until her forehead is in the crook of Simon’s neck and leans all of her weight onto him.

“I hate to tell you this, Simon. But, I’ve been playing fast and loose with my life for a good couple of years now.” He can feel her hand hook around one of the straps of his tactical vest. She pulls on it softly and almost snuggles into his neck, like she’s trying to find a way to get closer.

“So, I’ve noticed.”

“I doubt either of us will live for very long. I doubt that I will live very long.” Simon tilts his head to nuzzle his jaw against her hair. “But, in the meantime, you can have my couch. You could even crawl into bed beside me, and I wouldn’t do so much as bat an eye. I’d give you a key and all I’d ask is that you pay your half of the rent.”

“What do I do with the place if you’re dead?” He asks.

Chesa sits up slowly, only to accommodate the ache of her body. Her hand that was on his tactical vest runs upwards of his shoulder and she takes the fabric of his mask between her fingers. She lifts it slowly, higher and higher, until all of his face is made plain to her. Then, she places her hand against one cheek and presses her lips against the other. “Keep sleeping inside of it. On the couch, on the bed, or the floor. Replace all my decorations with whatever you like, just keep my pictures in a box underneath the bed so you don’t have dead people all over your walls. And, hang the Parol in a different place every Christmas.”

Wordlessly, he watches her. Her eyes move down to his lips and her finger traces the lines of scars running across it. He presses his jaws together and scrunches his nose for a split second. Then, he wets his lips and says, “I like you better alive.”

“I’m afraid that neither of us exactly have a say in the matter—“

The door swings open. With a feverish urgency, Simon tugs the mask back down over his face.

Gaz is stopped dead in his tracks, and abashedly, tries to look anywhere else besides their direction.

Ghost stands up and turns away from Smoke like nothing happened.

“Sergeant.” He says.

“Lieutenant.” Gaz replies. “The survey team’s covered ground. We’re ready to go.”

“I want everyone ready in five.” Ghost moves past him and out the door unceremoniously.

Smoke stands up, her hand massaging her painfully sore shoulder before making a circle with the arm.

Gaz considers her for a moment and she tries not to notice. Though, against his better judgment, he says, “So, you and the Lt—“

“Don’t.”

“Sorry.” He offers. Regarding him, she decides against saying anything else. Chesa inches past him then walks out the door.

Without closing it behind her, she turns in the opposite direction of where Ghost went and walks that way.

#other notes: i have been obsessed with shakespeare's sonnet 24 lately which is where i got the title from #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley x oc #cod oc #mw2 oc #chesa #chesa x simon

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.” — Deb Caletti

Omg I started this chapter yesterday but fell asleep reaaaally early bc I think I was super tired but I also slept more than 10 hours!!! That's literally more than I have slept three days combined of this week😂

It was the coolest shit ever. The kind of cool shit Max loved.

But right now, he couldn’t care less about the stupid nine-point circle or the lame spells.

He has to have the opportunity to meet them and talk to them when all of this is over or I will riot 😭

“Ah,” Max said, tracing a finger on the ground and keeping his hands busy. “Bapak got the hot ones.” They are all hot and you know it!!!

Luca is here!!!! I am love him already jdhdkdbdj

It seemed like a cruel joke. David was everywhere and nowhere. 😭😭😭😭💙

Poor Luca and Max😂 but you can't blame Alec babes!! I can only imagine how Magnus looks...

No wait!! I also want to know his superpower!!!

Max just wanted to set something on fire.

*Me whispering* please do Mallory, please do Mallory, please do Mal-

“You do,” Nicolas grinned widely. “When I see your future, I see too much. It’s almost blinding.”

“Pun intended?”

“Of course.”

Should I be scared or excited or??? Yeah, Imma be both ;)

“You worry too much about the future,” Nicolas told him.

“It’s a warlock thing.”

“It’s a you thing,” Nicolas chuckled. “But it’s not a bad thing. I taught you for a reason, Maxwell. You must use it wisely.”

He knows something I ignore and I am getting frustrated and that ending was really cryptic😭😭 I need answers!!! Please!!!

Clary Fairchild being a bad bitch I'd honestly the only reason I'm surviving this...

“People do awful things because they often think they are doing it for the right reasons,” the woman told her. “And most often, the reason is love. Love of something. Love for someone.” Don't mind me, I just cracked some main plotline of my story bc of this😂

Gabrielina>>>>>>

Them getting into Marcus brain and figuring out the logo like the power couple the are😎

But also, I'm always forgetting that shadowhunters don't have that much education in lots of subjects like maths or astronomy or mundane things in general and it's kinda funny 😂

She looked at Gabriel. “I want to talk to Claire Devlin.” Is that a good idea? Idk. Am I excited nevertheless?? ✨yes✨

Istg, this scenes are taking years of my life😭 I can't even read it twice as I normally do!!! That's how scared I am!!!

He doesn't remember about Edom 😭😭😭 or the time they went to London's shadow market!!!

After we give David his gift, I will make sure you join your brother,” Mallory said. “Okay?” I don't even feel bad about this one :)) don't say David didn't warn you...

All of this just so his parents believe him... bitch just go to therapy and move on like the rest!!

David, who was breathing raggedly, stared at her. “If you touch him, I will kill you.” He doesn't have half his memories, and he still will kill you if you touch him. Take that!! 🥰

Not the first time they meet!!!! NO NO THAT ONE!!! PLEASE!!! WHY DO I ALWAY END UP CRYING AFTER A CHAPTER NOW??? 😭😭😭

I thought I knew hate, but then I met the Devlins and I understood I knew nothing 🔪🙂

Last POV... WTF????

First of all, Gigi and Lexi are the best babes ever. My beautiful parabatai 😍

And also all the other parabatai paired with a Super Babe!! The power!! The potential!! I want to thank you for the parabatai content we got 💙💙

Her father had taught her that the biggest mistake a fighter can do was to deny their own fear.

Don’t deny it. Don’t dismiss it. Feel it. Use it.

Jace as a father will never not make me emo🥺

Nevermind, I understood why no one likes Evan lmao

And why did Nico request to be escorted by Gigi and Lexi??? And go to Paris???? And left his cane??? To NY Institute??

Shadow demons are going to show up. I just feel it!

Lexi fighting Mallory is totally awesome. But maybe we can fast forward to the part she kills her or something?? 🥺 Also Mallory fighting with Pressure??? THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH!!!

Why did Nico said the suggenes thing??? Why did he protected her like that???

What did Nico saw on Logan's future??? Who will come for both of them?? Lucifer?? Max?? The Prince of Darkness????

“You are about to change the fate of the shadow world,” Nicolas said. I AM CONFUSION AND SADNESS 🔪😭

“Warlocks might forgive. But they don’t forget,” Nicolas told her. “He will remember.” And I damn hope he will burn everything down

Will Max make another spell??? Now that Nico taught him some warlock math??? Who is other Max???? What is he talking about?? 😭😭😭

Nicolas smiled.

The most beautiful smile.

The smile of a little boy with big dreams.

“Good,” Nicolas smiled. “I can finally grow up.”

I. I have no words. I'm still processing. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK?? I realized half of the last POV was me just asking questions I won't get the answer to until later 😭😭

I'm still missing some chores for this week to finally be over, but now I'm going to do them thinking about that ending:))

THERE ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS HERE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY OTHER THAN SORRY SKJNCVJKS

but wait i can answer one of them.

Nico lied about the suggenes thing because he wanted to protect Lexi. Otherwise Mallory would have killed her.

PS- mallory fighting with Pressure reminds me of that time when Zara fought with Cortana 🤢

okay ily bye

#lbaf

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0wlz4the-h0use · 2 years

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A fanfic

it’s a continuation to a fanfic I read on A03. I only made chapter 3😍 and I only put it on here bc I can’t keep it in my notes. Credits to: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39847557 hang in there, baby

Chapter 1: i just want a hug.

The air mattress Ms. Camila had blown up for Hunter and Gus was definitely not the most comfortable thing on the planet. It squeaked and made other weird noises if they moved the right way, and if Hunter got off of it without warning Gus, he got bucked off. Gus hated that it didn't work the other way around. But, it was better than the floor, right? Ms. Camila told Gus that they could clean up the basement and use the bed down there, but that would take a few days to get in order.

Not that it really mattered when he was curled up on the couch wishing that his nightmare would leave his mind. He picked at his sweatpants that were way too big and chewed on his shirt collar, and he wished that his tears would dry up. Gus stared down at the air mattress where Hunter slept, and he felt a pang in his chest.

He wanted a hug. He wanted a Hunter Hug, one of those nice, strong hugs that made him feel safe and comfortable.

He couldn’t wake Hunter up for a hug.

Gus had no clue why that brought tears to his eyes, but he buried his face in his knees and cried.

Hunter stirred awake when he heard noise, and he patted the blankets beside himself without looking, only noticing he was alone when he only grabbed covers. Where did Gus go? As his groggy mind cleared, Hunter recognized the noise that woke him up as Gus’s crying, and he jerked his head up toward the couch. The sight broke his heart, just his little buddy crying, shoulders shaking.

“Gus?”

Gus’s head jerked up, and he wiped his eyes of his tears. “S-sorry…” he whispered. Hunter got up with a blanket and sat down beside him, putting his arm around Gus and wrapping the boy up. Gus gripped the blanket and buried his nose in Hunter’s arm.

“You know you don’t need to apologize…” Hunter mumbled into Gus’s hair, and he rested his cheek on the kid’s head. He rubbed Gus’s shoulder until his cries stopped, and Gus slumped against him. After a few minutes, Hunter looked down at him, half expecting Gus to still be awake. He was going to suggest they raid the fridge for the “cookie dough” Luz stole away from him just hours before, but instead he chuckled at the boy who slept soundly.

Gus whined in his sleep and curled up tighter, thumb slipping into his mouth as he snuggled in closer, and Hunter just hugged him close.

“Gus, Hunter, c’mon you two!”

Gus whined and swatted the hand in his hair away. He cracked open his eyes to see Luz standing in front of him with that look- that concerned look that made him feel like such a little kid. He yanked his thumb from his mouth – that was probably why she looked at him like that, now that he thought about it – and shrugged off Hunter’s heavy arm.

“Looks like you two slept well,” Willow said with a snicker.

Hunter groaned as he woke up, complaining about his neck.

Gus blushed. He knew that was entirely his fault. He looked down at his hands and tried to keep himself together, and Luz noticed immediately. “You okay, bug?”

“I’m fine,” Gus spat, and he pushed passed his friends to run to the bathroom. When the door slammed, all eyes landed on Hunter.

“What happened?” Amity asked, and Hunter just shrugged.

“Last night he was crying, so I sat with him and tried to calm him down, and he fell asleep. That’s all I know,” Hunter said.

Luz looked back toward the door, then back to the boys’ little nest. “Why was he sucking his thumb?” she asked. Again, Hunter shrugged, bringing his hands up. Something seemed odd about the whole thing, down to the way Gus curled up with Hunter like that…

She got to her feet and went to the bathroom door, knocking softly. “Gus, can we talk for a minute?”

“Gus isn’t here, come back later!”

Luz sighed and leaned against the wall. “Gus, you know none of us would make fun of you for anything, right? This whole thing has been hard on all of us, we’ve all cried, even Hunter. It’s okay if you’re struggling, but we want to be here to help you, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll pass the message on!”

“We can only help you if you talk to us, bug. I wanna help,” Luz said, hoping to get some reaction from the boy. It took a long moment before the door finally opened, revealing the small boy who looked ready to crumble at any moment. “You want a hug?”

And that certainly did the trick. Tears welled in Gus’s eyes once more that he hastily wiped away, and he just nodded until Luz hugged him tight. “I-I want my daaaaaadd!” he cried, and if any heart in the room hadn’t broken yet, they had then.

“Oh, Gus, we know…we’ll get back home and you’ll get to see him again, I promise,” Luz said into his hair, placing a kiss on top of his head. She pulled away to see his face, and she wiped his tears with a smile on her face. “Everything’s gonna be okay, bug.”

Gus finally smiled, though it was small. He smiled and slipped his thumb in his mouth, and Luz tsked. “Maybe don’t do that, though,” she said, lacing her fingers into his. Gus huffed in annoyance, and Luz had to laugh. “Hey, I think I know what’s going on with you,” she said, which certainly piqued his interest. “Ever heard of age regression?”

Gus shook his head, brows furrowed together. “Wha’sat?” he asked.

Luz stood to her full height and swung their joint hands. “I’ve only ever read about it, but from what I know, it’s when your brain goes back to a younger age to help you cope with stress, anxiety, trauma, all that not-so-fun stuff.”

That actually made sense, as much as Gus didn’t want to admit it. His cheeks heated up and he looked to his friends. He was already the youngest one. He didn’t want to be younger. Gus looked back at Luz with a pout. “I don’t wanna do that,” he said, and she had to suppress a laugh.

“It’s to help you, Gus, it’s not bad,” she said. “Lots of people do it, I promise you, and it’ll help you feel better about everything going on.”

“Don’t wanna be littler than everybody else…” he mumbled. “I’m already the baby…”

“Hey, remember how I said no one would make fun of you for anything?” she asked, waiting for his nod. “I meant it. We’ll help you, and no one will judge you or treat you differently when you’re big just because you regress.”

He seemed to consider it, looking at Luz with big, trusting eyes. “P’om...promise?”

Luz smiled at him and made an x over her chest. “Cross my heart.”

Gus nodded and looked toward everyone in the living room. He glanced back up at Luz, then let his face split into a big grin before he ran over to the couch and jumped on Hunter’s lap. Luz just burst into laughter when Hunter yelled. It was easy to forget how little Gus was when he could hold his own in a fight just as well as them, and when he blended into their group so well, so this reminder that he’s a freaking kid was needed. Maybe helping him would be good for all of them.

Luz made her way back over to her friends and clapped her hands together. "Alright, who wants Poptarts." Gus yelped out a "me!" and Luz had to laugh. He ran with her to the kitchen to pick out the flavors, adding in teases about Ms. Camila not letting even Luz use the oven.

Chapter 2: let's play!

Summary:

luz and amity take gus shopping for regression gear to get him out of his head for a while.

Luz noticed the next day that it seemed Gus was stressing himself out again. He didn’t get much sleep, and he spent most of the day in the basement cleaning up so he and Hunter could get to the bunkbeds down there. She hated seeing him stress out so much and told Amity just as much.

“If he really does regress, I don’t know if he can control it. I can’t see that being easy to handle when you’re trying to get work done, too,” she said, dropping her head onto her girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Maybe we should get him out of the house for a little while?” Amity suggested, and Luz sat up with a gasp. She dove for her phone, quickly texting her mother. “What’re you asking…?”

“Trying to see if Mom wants us to get anything at the store for her!” Luz said excitedly. She jumped up when she got a list, celebrating far more than she usually ever would. “We need stuff!” She took off to her mom’s room and retrieved a couple of bills, and then she darted into her own room and climbed the shelves in her closet to get to a box she kept her wallet in.

Amity laughed at her struggle from the doorway, shaking her head. “And why is your money kept so high up?” she asked.

“Because, sweet potato,” Luz started as she jumped down. She closed in on Amity’s face with a wide grin, enjoying the way she blushed so brightly. “If I make it hard to get to, I won’t spend it.” She winked and slipped passed Amity, who just stood frozen wondering why that of all things flustered her.

“Gus, we’re gonna go shopping, wanna come?” Luz called down the basement door. The boy thundered up the stairs and practically ran her over.

“Human shopping!”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Luz said through her snickers.

At the end of the street was a small store. It faced the highway, but still had a side road entrance for those in the neighborhood. Luz made sure Amity and Gus held her hands the whole way there, not trusting that either one wouldn’t scream and jump in front of a car if they got startled. Once at the store, Gus gasped at the items displayed outside.

“What’s that do?” he asked, pointing to a grill.

“It cooks food outside,” Luz answered, giving a nod to the person walking out the door. She heard both witches gasp at the door and knew this would be fun. They stepped in front of the door, and it slid open. Amity and Gus both looked to Luz in wonder. “Yeah, automatic doors are probably one of the closest things we have to magic,” she joked as she twirled into the store. She found it adorable how they both hesitated to step across the threshold.

“Woah, that’s…a lot of stuff,” Amity said. Luz rolled over with a buggy and lifted her feet up so the cart glided on its own.

“Yeahhh this place is always stuffed full. But, it’s cheap and Mami can send me here when she’s at work, so it’s where we usually get our stuff,” Luz said. She dropped a foot onto the floor to stop the buggy, and Gus stared in amazement.

“What’s this for?” he asked.

“It’s a buggy, it’s what we put all our stuff in while we shop so we don’t have to carry it,” Luz explained. She gave the boy a mischievous grin before leaning in close. “We also let people ride in the basket…if you wanna give a whirl.”

Gus’s grin nearly split his face, and he nodded vigorously. So, Luz slipped her hands under his armpits and hoisted him up and into the cart. She would admit that she had a small ulterior motive for wanting him the buggy – it’d be easier to keep him from wandering away if he was contained. Nevertheless, Gus seemed excited. He giggled like mad and bounced in the cart, ears moving under his beanie.

“Alright, let’s get our stuff!” Luz cheered, and Amity just snickered at her. Gus cheered as well and pointed ahead. Before long, they had toilet paper, paper towels, bath towels, and a bunch of cleaning supplies in the buggy along with Gus. They added in some snacks and soda, and then Luz sneakily steered down the infant aisle. She noticed immediately how Gus reacted – blush, shyness, and maybe a little bit of curiosity. She leaned closer to him so she could whisper. “If you wanna pick anything out, I brought some extra money,” she said.

Gus nodded and leaned just out of the buggy to look closer. Everything seemed so…different. They had some similar items on the Boiling Isles, but the bright colors and happy characters were so foreign…yet so welcoming. He was drawn immediately to a stuffed elephant (it was blue and striped, that was so cool!) and a couple of action figures that he tossed into the buggy at his feet.

“What about a pacifier, Gus?” Amity asked, holding up a package with robots all over it. “So you don’t destroy your thumb and shirts.” Gus’s ears flushed, but he nodded still. After all, like Amity said, a pacifier would be the better option...and they looked really nice. He could remember being that one kid that held onto his pacifier far too long, so it felt right to bring it back now that everything else was gone. Luz pushed him a bit closer so he could see all of his options, and he ended up choosing the robots one Amity showed him.

She did not take pride in that. At all.

He found a matching cup and tossed it in too when Luz said he could. Lastly, he found a blanket with glow-in-the-dark stars on it and practically begged for it, jumping in the buggy as he clutched it in his hands. “Please, please, please, please!”

Luz giggled and gave him a nod. “You can have the blanket, bug,” she said. But, as she did the mental math, she figured she should get him out of the aisle before her life savings was completely depleted. So, she pushed forward to the check-out, and she practically had to peel Gus off the magazine rack when it came their turn.

Each of them ended up with two bags to carry back, and Gus happily skipped ahead with his bag of goodies and the bag of non-breakables. They made it back to the house and put the groceries away by the time Willow and Hunter came upstairs to see them.

“Willow, look what I got!” Gus said excitedly, presenting his bag to the girl.

“Oh, wow!” Willow gasped and took out a couple items to examine them with amazement. “You got a bunch of cool stuff, huh?”

“Yeah!” Gus said with a laugh. “They had a whole bunch of toys and- and cool stuff!” He pulled out his blanket from the bottom of the bag and showed her. “It glowwwwws!”

Willow just laughed, and Gus beamed at her. “You wanna open it so you can see the whole thing?” she asked, and Gus’s eyes grew so wide.

“Hunter!” he yelled, and Hunter just snickered from where he stood in the doorway. Gus darted over to him and held the blanket up. “Can you open it, please!”

“Sure, buddy,” he said, taking the blanket bundle and ruffling Gus’s hair. He grabbed the scissors and carefully opened the roll, tossing aside the cardboard that held the blanket closed and unfurling the fabric. “Here you go,” he said, wrapping the blanket around Gus’s shoulders.

Gus cackled and twirled around the room. “I’ve got a blanket cape!!” He took off running toward the couch and jumped up on it, bouncing around the cushions in his excitement.

“Careful, Gus!” Willow called, darting into the room. It was so funny how quickly she became such a mom friend.

Luz just ran after him and laughed her head off, jumping up on the couch to play with him. They jumped and laughed until they lost their footing and crashed against each other. Amity just smiled at them fondly and shook her head. “Those two sure are having fun.”

“What is some of this stuff…?” Hunter asked, and Amity just looked over and groaned, snatching his hand away from the bag and dragging him to the living room despite his protests.

“Gus will probably tell you all about it later,” she said before shoving him toward Gus and Luz. “Until then, you should play.” Admittedly, Amity just thought it was funny to watch Hunter flounder in the middle of the two energetic extroverts, but she also didn’t want Gus to get embarrassed over his regression purchases if he wasn’t ready for the older boy to see them.

But it was mostly the funny Hunter moment that fueled her throwing him in.

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Chapter 3: m’ sorry…

After discovering that Gus regressed, things had been…different. He was usually with Hunter when it happened, but this time he was sleeping. Willow was next to him, Amity, Hunter, and Luz were downstairs. He was having a nightmare. He whimpered in his sleep as he was shaken awake.

“Gus? Hey, Gus…!”

As he jolted up, he pulled the blanket all the way to his shoulders. He looked around, letting out small hiccups and cries. Willow rubbed his back.

“Hey, it’s ok. Did you have another bad dream?”

He nodded. He started to babble and whine as he loosened his grip on the blanket. Willow assumed either he was too tired to respond or he was regressed to a non-verbal age.

“How old are you Gus?” Willow cooed.

He raised two delicate fingers. As he shifted, trying to get closer to Willow, he felt something wet in his pants. Oh no…Gus had peed while he was asleep!

He wailed and kicked his feet, trying to get the blanket off.

She helped and pulled the blanket off of Gus. She stared at the stain on his shorts, feeling bad for him. She pulled Gus into a tight hug. Not too long after, Hunter walked in.

“Hey buddy! You ready to eat?”

“Hey Hunter.” She whispered. “Gus had an accident.”

Just those words causing Gus to wail even more than before.

“Oh…do you want me to get Luz?” Hunter sat down on the other side of Gus, patting his thighs.

“You can. I don’t really know what she can do, but she knows more than all of us witches combined.”

“Alright. Feel better bud.” Hunter squeezed his shoulder and walked out the door.

Gus had cried himself back to sleep, laying on her Willow’s lap. Luz knocked on the door to the room.

“Heya friends! How’s Gus?” Luz stood in the doorway waiting for her.

Willow placed Gus’s head on a pillow, getting up and closing the door so they stood in the hallway.

“Sooo…how’s is he? Hunter had told me something was going on.”

“You could say that. When I woke him up from his dream, he told me he was 2, and then he started trying to kick off the blankets. I helped him take it off and I suppose he had an accident. There was a wet stain on his shorts.”

“Ohhh..I’ve heard of this before!” She pulled her phone from her pocket. “When some people regress, they can’t control it. Since people such as Gus have no control, it also applies to their bladder. So when Gus regresses, he doesn’t have control of his bladder.”

“So what do we do?”

“I’ll be right back!” Luz jolted down the stairs.

She came back up, holding a bulky plastic package.

“These are called diapers. There like disposable underwear for babies.”

Luz opened the door again, showing the boy fast asleep. He whimpered every few minutes, so it was time to wake him up.

“Gus? Wake up bug…”

Luz could see that as he slept, the wet stain grew bigger.

“Willow, go get Hunter.”

“Gusss…wake up.” She shook him once more time.

He jumped up again, whimpering and crying.

“Don’t worry buddy. You had an accident, but don’t worry. I’ll change you.”

“M’ sorry..” he sniffled.

“Don’t worry bud! It’s ok. It happens to everyone.”

As she comforted the small boy, she heard Hunter and Willow outside the door.

“I’ll start the bath. Hunter you get his clothes. Luz, your job is pretty straight forward.”

Luz nodded and picked Gus up by the armpits, putting him on her hip. There was in fact a stain left on her shirt, but she didn’t care to bat an eye. She grabbed a changing mat out the bathroom closet, placing Gus down of the floor. Willow came in and brought his pacifier. She popped it in his mouth as she went to start the tub. Hunter was back in the room, grabbing him a new change of clothes. Once the bath water was ready, and Hunter was back, he and Willow took their leave.

“Ok Buddy. Can I give you a bath?”

He gave a hesitant nod, but he raised his arms so she could start. She tapped his nose and got started.

She pulled his shirt over his head, and his shorts down. Down went his soaked underwear, and he was in the bath. Luz let him set for a few minutes, then started to wash. She washed his back and shoulders first, and then she moved down to his lower half. After she was done, she lifted him out the tub, placing him back on the mat. He whined at the cold, with few babbles every so often. She patted him dry, cupping his cheek and baby talking. Once he was dry, she pushed the diaper under his bum. After pulling it over his front and strapping it, she slid the dark blue shorts onto his hips. After sitting him up, a black shirt went over his head, covering his stomach. She gave him a small forehead kiss, causing him to giggle. Luz cooed at his excitement as she put him back on her hip.

She carried him out of the bathroom, meeting the others in the living room. She cradled him until she could sit him down next to his favorite person: Hunter. He was placed so that his head was on Hunter’s lap. He patted Gus’s head as he watched Luz walked to the front of the living room.

Once she checked that Gus was okay, she made a speech.

“Okay guys, so as you all know, Gus is a regressor.” She watched as everyone nodded. “And some people that regress can’t control things, such as their bladders. Therefore, when he regresses, he has to wear diapers.”

The group nodded again.

“So if Gus were to regress, we need to make sure he’s in or has some sort of protection.”

“So….what do you want us to do?” Willow walked over and sat next to Gus, stroking his brown curly hair.

“So if you see any signs or Gus regressing, whoever is comfortable changing him into a diaper can do so. If not, I can always do it.”

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informaticn · 3 years

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anyways this is your very infrequent reminder that nat is sometimes very soft & deserves many kisses that is all

#tomorrow will be the day for writing the things i was supposed to write today but didn't #bc i fell asleep & slept half the day but you know #whatever! nat is a good person who is consistently not kissed enough & that's what's important #i'm going........ to bed now i think i'm still exhausted but Tomorrow #ooc / shit posting from marble's basement.#delete.

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house-in-the-backyard-trees · 4 years

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i've had a kink in my neck for the past three days and i literally don't know how i'm gonna go on if I wake up tomorrow and my neck still hurts

#i fell asleep with my headphones on #which is something i always do but that time i actually slept the whole night with them on like i woke up and they were still on #so i know why my neck hurts #but i usually only get a stiff neck or whatever for a day or a day and a half max #not three #i keep trying to crack my neck bc that's what always makes my neck stop hurting when it's like this #and it hurts on the right side and i can only get it to crack on the left #like even on Thanksgiving when my neck hurt the worst it ever did where i was nauseous from the pain and couldnt move my head for...#...nearly the whole day... you know how long that lasted? only one day.#like why is this lasting so long!!!!#ive been getting headaches from my neck hurting too lol

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unluckilyimnot · 2 years

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Haitani brothers as romantic tropes

Type: fluff

wc: 0.9k

Note: I love them so much I had to do it for them too !

Part.1 || Part.2

Ran - fake relationship

You needed your big sister to leave you alone. He was bored. Well, that's how it started.

When your sister meets him at a first double date with her own boyfriend she was so surprised, and you felt bad for her boyfriend.

Ran loves to make fun of her bc she's devouring while she look at him but his hand is on your tights or draped on your shoulder for all the afternoon.

You have to keep it up for a moment tho, to make fun of her a bit more.

But as the time passed, you two got used to it and you didn't know if he was playing anymore.

His hands were on you all the time. He invites you to movie date at his place and slept with you (no sex tho).

Him whispering to your ear soon became a thing that you appreciate too particularly and you were lost.

Spending the night at his place wasn't something new. You get used to it by time and so did you regarding skinship in general. At first you would be on each side of the couch, watching some shitty movie as old friends do, laughing at the bad acting. But soon, you get closer and closer, to the point that you are now sitting between his legs, his arms wrapped around you safely and his head resting against yours in a comfortable silence.

Stroking his arm slowly while watching an old romantic movie, you started to feel tiredness getting the best of you and, soon, you fell asleep in his arms.

Well asleep was a big word. You were just dozing off a bit, but it was enough for Ran to think that you were sleeping. He lowered the volume a bit to not bother you then held you closer to himself. Nuzzling his nose in your hair, he takes a deep breath before signing. You try your best to not move, more than awake now.

"I wasn't supposed to fall for you..." He whispers close to your ear. A blush grows on your face and you couldn't play dumb anymore. Flattering your eyes open, you turn to him, taking him out of guard. He was really vulnerable right now and wasn't sure if it was alright yet. But your next move made him change his mind.

You took his cheeks with both of your hands and kissed his lips, softly, barely touching them in fact. Frustrated, his hand goes to your neck and pushes your face to his, finally fully kissing you. You've kissed before, but never like this. It was sweet, full of love this time and Ran didn't want to let go, but your hand pushing his chest forced him to.

"I wasn't supposed to either, Ran," you calmly said, laying your forehead against his. He laughed a bit, happy to know that the feeling was reciprocated.

"Would you go out with me ? Officially this time ?" His words make you laugh too before nodding shyly and kissing him again.

Rindou - brother's friend

You were in Ran's class in high school and you two became friends so you end up hanging out with Rindou too.

Probably falls for you right away, you just have a welcoming aura, he wants to fall in your arms instantly.

You're always so kind and caring, fixing his hair when his brother messes up with it and protecting him when Ran playfully bullies him.

He suspects Ran to do it on purpose so he gets flustered by your moves and smiles.

But won't complain anyway.

The first to confess but it's an accident.

It was a really sunny day and you were wearing a pretty, yet revealing, outfit that matches the hot temperatures just perfectly. Perfectly frustrated Rindou too. Seeing that much of your chest was forcing him to look up all day and he feels a bit bad about it.

The three of you were out for an ice cream, and after finally getting one, you sit in a park to enjoy it while taking a sunbathe. It soon turn out wrong when Ran push Rindou's ice cream in his face while he was eating it. They start to fight, still holding their ice cream but scaring you that they'll fall if they go on.

"Hey, stop you two ! I'm trying to have some calm here !" You half scream, pouting to them. Both of them look at you with surprise, you were rarely like this. It caught Rindou by surprise and he just stopped everything to look at you and your pouty lips. Not noticing Ran's hand back to push his ice cream in his face, again.

This time, you get up and slightly push Ran to sit between them so they won't fight anymore while scolding him. Rindou was sending daggers to his brother before you asked him to hold your ice cream. You put out some tissues of your bag to wipe the cream off his nose slowly then smile at him. "You're all clean now !" You said.

"I love you," the words left his mouth before Rindou could think twice and his cheeks were red in a second after he realized what he just said. He couldn't even cover his face because he was still holding the two ice creams. On the other hand, you were taken out of guard, but soon blush too and smile shyly at him.

You kissed his cheeks while taking back your ice cream. "I love you too."

Bonus: Ran is more than happy that his brother finally confesses but still cringes when you kiss him. He also realized just now that he would be the third wheel all the damn time.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers hc #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran imagines #ran headcanons #ran x reader #ran haitani #haitani rindou imagines #haitani rindou x reader #rindou fluff #rindou x reader #rindou haitani #ran fluff

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aetherarf · 3 years

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omg im love w your blog!!! 😭😭😭 (you won me the moment you said you like heavy angst bc i LOVE it. 👌🏻) can you write something angst with childe, zhongli, kaeya and diluc where the reader finds out shes pregnant and is happy and excited to tell her partner but he doesn't take it very well? as if the baby was going to spoil his plans or they were not comfortable with the idea. (and yes, please, you can exaggerate the sadness if you want)

> and as im a lover of sad and painful things, if you can skip a time later where the reader loses the baby and how they would react to it. (It's ok if you don't want it!! I'll love what you can give me!) anyways, have a nice day and be safe!! 🥺<3

Of course! However, I'm going to have it be AFAB!Reader, and using gender neutral language... not everyone who can get pregnant is a girl, you know? Plus gender neutral language can refer to anyone ever.

But ty for your kind words, and here you go <3!

[[ WARNING: ANGST, PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE, INJURY ]]

[[ Summary: You're pregnant! And you're so happy to be bringing a little bundle of joy into the world with your lover... but they aren't so happy. Worse still, it turns out that little bundle of joy never get to see the light of day, not even for a moment.

Total Word Count: 2'521

Childe Word Count: 680

Diluc Word Count: 809

Kaeya Word Count: 528

Zhongli Word Count: 504 ]]

Childe

When he had come home, there was a meal cooked, his favorite alcohol, and you were dolled up, dressed up to look perfect--He could tell you were preparing something. Seeing you standing there, back to him, he walked over and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder,

"So, what's the occasion? Or are you just so madly in love with me you have to spoil me?" He teased. You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it down to your stomach, leaning back a little bit into him--his eyes widened before you spoke, and you confirmed the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind-

"You're going to be a father."

In a fit of excitement, he scooped you up, holding you close and pressing kisses to your face, nuzzling up to you in excitement--"I'm gonna be a daddy!" He chirped, "Oh, oh, if it's a boy we're calling him lil Ajax, promise me he'll be my little Ajax Junior?" He asked, excited.

Through the night, the two of you had already been gushing out with countless ideas, about names, about the possibility of twins, more than a few crass jokes from Childe, until the two of you went to bed...

And when you were sound asleep in his arms... he was given a chance to think.

And it hit him.

He was not only making you more of a target to anyone who despised the Fatui, or himself personally... But...

Was he ready to be a dad?

He was gone all the time.

Was he... ready...?

His excitement turned to dread. Only after the initial shock, did he realize that... no, no, this was awful.

As quietly as he could, he sobbed into your shoulder, desperately trying to not wake you up. He was... terrified.

He had not known terror before, because this was not something he could kill and be done with.

Desperately, he tried to delude himself into thinking everything would be okay, to keep a smile on his face. When you called him out for his oddness, he confessed only a fraction of the truth, "I guess there's just.. a lot of feelings going on, you know?" He asked, the shrugged to himself. "I just need a little time before I'm settled with the idea."

He wasn't sure if he'd be okay with it at all. He felt like a child himself... Could he raise anything without destroying it? Even his own siblings... he stayed away just to keep them sane. He was nothing but a danger to them. He couldn't neglect his own child...

One day, he came home...and you weren't there. Probably just doing something on your own, he didn't really care, just sort of minding his own business, doing some cleaning since there was always something he could at least polish up when trying to burn time.

And there was a knock on the front door. He opened it, and there was a panicked Fatui messenger.

"Your-Your, uh, partner. They-They got into a bad fight, and they were... hospitalized."

Never had he run so fast in his life to find you. When he saw you, you were covered in bruises, black and blue, and a few bandaged cuts. He sat beside your bed, holding your hand, "... Talk to me," he pleaded, unable to hide his cracking voice.

"It's dead," you said, weakly. He shook his head, not understanding,

"What do you mean?"

"I'm... okay. But... Ajax," you whimpered, looking at him, having already cried every tear out of your body, "Our baby."

It hit him.

"I got hit in the stomach."

"Oh... Oh no, babe, love... nono..." He tried to hug you as best as he could without hurting you...

But... was it bad of him to be relieved? He knew this would happen... he knew you were in pain, but... he'd rather have an unborn infant he had never met die compared to a child he held and loved.

He'd still stay there with you, but he only wished he could fix it. Not everything could be killed with brute violence.

Diluc

"Diluc... I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father."

Diluc's face paled. The first thought that hit his head was his death, leaving you and your currently unborn child to suffer alone... or worse.

He couldn't be a father, he-he... He wasn't mean to be part of a family. He lost his father, his mother, Kaeya... Even the Knights, that at one point he could have called family, have left... Or he left them, knowing that he simply couldn't exist around them.

Your once ecstatic and happy face fell... Sure, the two of you only, idly, had spoken about the possibility of children... and you didn't mean to get pregnant, but you wanted a child.

It seems Diluc did not exactly share your feelings.

"I'm going to bed," he said, standing up suddenly, feeling like he was about to fall over.

"Is this news... really so horrible?" You asked, no small amount of pain... and he sighed.

"I... don't know how to deal with it. I need time to think."

You knew it was a big thing... you'd give him time. After all, in the end, Diluc was a good man. He did the best he could and took care of those he cared for, even if he didn't want a child, he would take care of them... and, of course, you.

The next day, he was no better, he looked at your sleeping form, your stomach, and from pure distress and terror, he had left to go to the bathroom, just to vomit pure acid, trying to hide how tears poured under the guise of being sick, of being in pain.

How could he be a father?

The next few weeks were tense, and his gaze would linger on your stomach...

By the end of the first month, he set his hand on your stomach... with a small, vulnerable smile.

"I'm excited," he finally said, rubbing your stomach that was barely any larger than normal... "I'm afraid, but... I'm excited for our baby."

You cried, and he did too, holding each other as you cried. Exciting, concerning... hopeful, there was so many emotions, but in the end, you slept happily.

Things would be okay. Diluc would make a family he couldn't lose.

Each month, Diluc would fuss more and more. He desperately tried to help when you were sick, from morning sickness, giving you massages when your body was aching from the new weight, the new life inside you.

Whenever he was sitting next to you, or lying beside you, especially as your stomach grew, he always had a hand on it. On the fifth month, when he felt the baby kick, he looked at you with a smile wider than you had ever seen before, excited like a young child getting its first toy.

He spent the next two hours pressing kisses to your rounded belly, whispering to the baby as though it could hear him.

By the sixth month, was when it happened. The two of you were talking, standing in the kitchen as you talked about what to make for dinner, and you felt it-Water flushing from you, soaking your clothes and making a mess on the floor. Diluc stared at you, shocked, and you felt the worst pain in your life--

"Diluc," You half collapsed in his arms, "I-I think I'm in labor," you said, with no small amount of horror.

It was supposed to be three months, but Diluc didn't question that, even if he was aware something very, very wrong. He brought you all the way to the Cathedral, and the Sisters, too, were in shock when you had told them. Moved to a back room, away from prying eyes, Diluc didn't let go of your hand as you tried to push...

For hours, you sat there, tears in your eyes, "Diluc," you sobbed, weakly, "I'm so tired."

"You can do it," he reassured, "I promise you, you can do it."

Finally, the baby was out. However, the sisters had taken the baby somewhere, you and Diluc sitting there, you exhausted, and Diluc terrified. Finally... Barbara walked in, tears in her eyes.

"... Your baby is dead." She said, "I'm sorry for your loss. Would you-Would you like to see them, or..."

You only began to cry, weakly.

"No," Diluc said, not wanting to look at the corpse of the child he failed to father, "But... can the Sisters arrange a burial?" He asked, trying to stop himself from losing it. Barbara nodded.

"Of course," She said, "I will leave you two be." She walked off, leaving the room as she tried not to cry for your loss.

He held you, and you both sobbed.

Once again, the Family that Diluc could never have, one he fought for with tooth and nail, was taken from him again.

At least he still had you.

Kaeya

"Fucking paperwork," he grumbled, detesting how everything had an absurd about of work to do. No wonder they were always overworked...

He'd rather be, who knows, hunting some monsters or getting some time off, sitting in the Angel's Share with you on his lap...

Huh.

That sounded really nice right about now.

Just as he returned to his work, ceasing to think of you, you knocked on his office door and practically burst right in, an excited look on your face.

"Oh, what's got you so happy?" He asked, leaning back in his seat and he grinned, watching you walked around his desk, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I have some news~" You said, in a singsongy voice, and he tugged on your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "So, tell me, don't make me wait with baited breath, I'll probably suffocate," He teased, sweetly.

You tugged him close, speaking in a low whisper right into his ear-- "I'm pregnant."

He was glad you weren't looking at his face, with the horror on his face. He was able to put on a mask of excitement, as fake as it felt, when you leaned back, looking at his expression, and he held you close, pressing his lips to yours.

"I'd say let's go celebrate, but I guess you can't have wine anymore."

You huffed, "We can celebrate in a different way."

In the end, the two of you went to the Angel's Share, the two of you deciding to keep it a secret for a little longer.

That night, while you cuddled up to him, he lie in bed, unable to close his eye, staring blankly...

Terrified.

As time passed, you had hit halfway through your second month. Kaeya still insisted that you keep it a secret-- "It's more fun if some people have a suspicious feeling, and then it's so exciting when you do tell them."

He was just too afraid to tell the world thus far. You had mostly agreed, but you were excited... you wanted to tell.

"I want to talk about this more," you admitted, "But I need to get a check-up for our little baby," you patted your tummy gently, and he pressed a kiss to your temple,

"Alright," he dreaded that conversation, "You go be safe."

"I will."

He sat silently, on the bed, blankly staring forth. What was he supposed to do...? To even think?

He was so scared.

He was able to hear you before he saw you, hear the sounds of your sobbing, and as he turned to see you, you jumped into his arms, openly crying. Somehow--he could tell your stomach was... smaller. If only a little.

"You were right to not tell anyone," you whimpered, weakly. He gently rubbed your back,

"What do you mean?" He asked, softly.

"I... I had a miscarriage."

He felt elated, but also so, so terribly guilty.

But he knew, with everything... It was for the best.

"I'm so sorry," he said, softly, holding you close, "Tell me--what can I do to make this better?"

"I don't know, I don't know," you sobbed, broken and weak.

For now, he'd just hold you.

Zhongli

With a wide smile and bright eyes, you told him: "I'm pregnant!"

Zhongli gasped in surprise, for a brief second, he was only pleased, his hands almost touching your stomach... then he recoiled, pulling back, hesitant... And he looked down and away.

"... Love," he said softly, "You are aware I am still an adeptus." He said, gently. You didn't understand,

"Of course, but... there's Ganyu, and Yanfei, they're both half-adeptus, half-human... Isn't this fine?"

He was quiet for a moment, sighing. "Yanfei's and Ganyu's adeptus parents were mammals. I... Was not-You understand, I was one a dragon of the earth, correct?" He asked,

"Of course, I wouldn't forget anything like that."

"Normal half-adeptus children already have problems, but one who is a dragon..."

He looked away, thinking.

"Are you sure you're not just afraid? It's okay to be afraid." You reassured, reaching out and holding his hand.

He was not afraid.

He was simply certain. The idea-The idea of having a child, a little bounding bundle of joy that would giggle as he tickled them, seeing their beautiful, adorable little smile that held features of you and himself...

How idealistic. But he had endured tragedy before, and he will endure it again.

This will only be another agony. If, perhaps, he was in his original mating season, having gone through it delicately how it was meant to, rather than pure chance and accident... Then there was hope.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Perhaps I am."

The days passed, and he would admit, he was shocked to see that your menstruation cycle had stopped--oh, period. People called it periods more commonly. Good to know.

And your stomach grew, you demanded him to touch your stomach, of which he would not argue, listening to your hopeful words.

You felt a pain in your stomach--naturally, you would be in pain.

You had left to go get it checked, to see why there would be pain, and what issue there would be for your child.

Alone, he curled up in bed and sobbed, unable to save you from this tragedy, sobbing pathetically in desperation, where no one, not, even you, could see his pain.

You did not come back that day, but you returned the second, pale and sickly, with bandages around your stomach. You collapsed into your arm,

"They... they had to do an emergency surgery," you wept weakly, too exhausted to sob, "It was... dead... and hurting-killing me."

He nodded. He knew this.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, softly, "I'm sorry, love."

"I just... I just want a family... Something to call my own."

Zhongli was quiet for a moment. Both of you had time before his original cycle would come in line...

Maybe-maybe, through an odd union of human and dragon, you could give him this family. But it would be a long, long conversation, and you would need to wait well beyond your wounds.

Oh, but your pain... how could he endure.

He would have to find a way.

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corysmiles · 3 years

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Ask and ye shall receive

Little streamer au

The day Tommy does finally get sick, he hides it well for a little while. He knows Wilbur will get overly worried so he's the last person he wants finding out.

For a few days he succeeds, saying that his weird stream schedule is because of online classes or something.

One day though when Wilbur and Tommy had a vlog planned, Tommy doesn't show up. Worried, he calls Tommy but gets no answer. He calls his mom and gets a sentence he'll never forget.

"Sorry dear, he's not doing to well right now. Hasn't got out of bed all day. Didn't he tell you he was sick?"

And you can hear in her voice that she's distressed, concerned, and sounds very tired likely from taking care of Tommy all night.

He rushes to Tommy's home and begs them to let him see Tommy.

He's surprised when his mother and father ask for Wilbur to take Tommy home with him. When he asks why they tell him that they're worried about getting themselves sick and since it's a sickness for tinies, Wilbur can't catch it and is far more capable of taking care of Tommy.

-Zeetle

Care

Little streamer au

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Notes: ZEETLE YES!! I’m only changing a little bit bc in the au Tommy’s parents are humans who adopted him but he will still end up with Wilbur :]

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Wilbur held Tommy close to his chest the whole ride back to his apartment. Every minuscule shiver from the boy made his heart stop.

Tommy had never felt so small to him before.

Even in the beginning when he was so afraid of accidentally dropping or squishing the tiny his loud demeanour made him feel larger than life.

Carefully, Wilbur picked up his fingers from above the teen and stared at his sleeping form. Every exhale took too much effort for Wilbur’s comfort, and his whole body shook.

“Fuck Tommy,” he sighed.

As a loud voice boomed over the train’s speaker announcing the next stop he quickly covered the boy, hoping he wouldnt wake up. However, only seconds later he felt the tiny shift in his hands.

As carefully as he could Wilbur lifted the tiny to his face, “Sorry for waking you up. Howre you feeling?”

His eyes studied Tommy’s dazed look with barely hidden fear. The boy looked so tired even though according to his mother he’d already slept for over half the day.

“Feel like shit, what did you expect,” Tommy groaned as he squished his face against the bottom of Wilbur’s thumb. His skin felt cold and clammy in a way that made the human’s heart shrink.

He hadn’t even expected to take Tommy back with him.

About three days before, he’d caught the teen trying to hide that he was sick, so he’d gotten a train over to Tommy’s house as soon as he could. He’d brought some snacks and a new blanket for him, but he really just intended for that to be it.

He certainly wasn’t expecting Tommy’s mother to ask him to take him back to his own apartment.

“We have my sister coming here next week,” shed sighed, “Shes been planning to come for months now but it’s not safe for her with Tommy sick.”

“Shes a tiny?” Wilbur hummed.

The older woman nodded, “If you could, would you take him. There’s not much we can do but wait it out, but I think he’d feel better to be with his friends.”

That’s how Wilbur ended up with the sick teen snuggled up in his hands as he took him home.

“Just try to rest Tommy,” Wilbur sighed, “I’m sorry it’s so loud in here.”

With almost no pause Tommy’s head lulled back against his hand as he fell back asleep. Wilbur couldn’t push down the dread that clawed up his throat at how fragile he seemed.

As soon as the train slowed to a halt he jetted out to his apartment. His hands cupped around his tiny friend protectively the whole time. He shivered a bit against the frigid air, but all his mind could focus on was if Tommy was cold too.

His hands wrapped around the boy a bit tighter.

As soon as he go to his apartment he turned up the heat and laid Tommy down against the softest pillow he had. The teen groaned a bit, but his eyes didn’t open to Wilbur’s dismay. Half of him was still hoping this was a joke, and that any second Tommy would burst out into laughter about how gullible he was.

“Hey,” he whispered as he gently shook the pillow, “I’m going to make you some soup okay?”

After a few seconds one of Tommy’s eyes blinked open lazily. All he got was a short thumbs up from the tiny before he was asleep again.

With nervous hands Wilbur readied soup for the boy. The faster his hands worked the more he could try to avoid the poisonous thoughts threatening to get into his mind.

There was nothing he could do to help him

Wilbur let out a shaky breath, slowly stirring the soup in the pot. The thick comforting smell of the chicken broth filled his kitchen.

Tinies who get sick don’t make it

Quietly he dug through his cabinets until he found the small set of tiny utensils he had. He dug out a bowl and a spoon barely the size of his finger nail.

He was going to die

Wilbur felt his heartbeat stutter as he brought the small soup bowl back to his couch where the tiny was resting. From afar Tommy looked so helpless. His small body was curled up into a fetal position as his hands tried to grab onto the pillow below him.

“Hey Toms,” Wilbur kneeled down, “Here eat this. It’ll help.”

The boy’s eyes blinked open before he tiredly reached out for the bowl. His hand shook as he tried to bring a spoonful to his mouth.

“Thank you,” he whispered before he was sent into another coughing fit.

Wilbur’s teeth dug into his lip to stop himself from crying. However, the pain was only a slight distraction from the tiny.

As soon as he finished the bowl Wilbur scooped it up and threw it onto his counter. He could clean it later, but he didn’t want to spend any longer away from his friend. Slowly, trying not to wake the boy, he moved to lay down beside Tommy. Yet as soon as his head touched the pillow the tiny snuggled closer to him.

His small body pressed up against his nose searching for the warmth of the human. From so close he could feel how every laboured breath shook his best friends body. Tommy’s hands were freezing to the touch.

“Night Tom,” Wilbur sighed as the boy’s lungs racked with coughs again, “I’ve got you.”

Later that night once he was sure the tiny was asleep Wilbur let his tears falls.

“I love you,” he whispered over and over, barely louder than a breath, as he hoped to any god there was that Tommy would make it out okay.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #zeetle ask #ZEETLE MY BELOVED #ANGST TIME #angst #hurt/comfort #but mostly hurt #little streamer au #t!tommy #g!wilbur #corywrites

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shigarakisbabyy · 2 years

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I AM HERE with a new idea because I just watched s5ep19 and I am NOT OKAY. So I am 100% sure that after seeing Kurogiri, Aizawa's nightmares got worse, soooo yep, gn reader comforting Aizawa maybe? Idk just some angst/comfort bc DAMN THAT HURT :3

Nightmares- Aizawa x Gender Neutral Reader

Hello! I hope you like how I did your request!!! Mha season 5 spoilers??? Sorry if it’s too short.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, nightmares

You slept peacefully with your lover laid on your chest, his body wrapped around your side and arms holding you close to him. In your sleep you tangled your hand in his hair, occasionally petting him and playing with it.

You awoke to Aizawa sitting on the edge of the bed, slightly shaking, bent over himself and gripping his knees. His long hair hid his face, but by the little sniffles he let out you were sure he was crying.

“Sho…?” You asked, your words slurred and eyes half open, “What’s wrong?”

He turned to look at you, his eyes red and puffy with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Nothing hun,” He reassured, “I’m okay. I’m sorry for waking you.”

You reluctantly sat up, propping yourself up with one arm while the other rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You yawned, then gave him a look of disapproval and disbelief.

“Its…” You started, glancing over at the alarm clock, “2 in the morning and you’re crying. What’s wrong?”

Aizawa sighed and rubbed his tears away, taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing it.

“I had another nightmare,” He muttered.

“Oh honey…” You consoled, quickly shifting to sit next to him, wrapping your arms around his side.

Aizawa laid his head in your shoulder, gently holding your arm wrapped around his torso.

“I can’t stop remembering how he looked, just lying there,” He admitted, “Dead and disfigured…”

“I’m so sorry, Sho,” You apologized.

“He was so young, Y/N,” He sobbed, “He was my best friend. He never deserved it,”

“I know he didn’t, Sho,” You reassured, “I never knew Shirakumo but I’m sure he was an amazing man who never deserved to go that way.”

You both shifted, so you were laid back against the bed and Aizawa laid between your legs with his head on your chest. You gently played with his hair, something you had discovered that had easily calmed him down. He cried into you, gripping your shirt.

“I want to fucking kill All for One for what he did to him,” Aizawa spat out.

“You have every right to, I kind of wished All Might has finished him off back in Kamino,” You admitted.

“He deserves to rot in hell for what he did to Oboro,” He cried again.

You kissed the top of his head, cupping his cheek in your hand and turning his head to look at you.

“Listen to me Sho, alright?” You asked. He nodded his head.

“You’re going to be okay. I’m sure the doctors and the police are going to look for any way possible to undo what All for One did to Shirakumo, and then he can finally rest. You’re a hero, Sho. Shirakumo would be so proud of you and what you’ve grown in to, and how many people you can save and train to do the same,” You consoled.

“It’s absolutely terrible what happened to your best friend, and I know that pain is deeper than any other. I never knew him, but based off what you’ve told me I can guess that he wouldn’t have wanted to die in vain. No one wants their loved ones to be sad after they pass,” You continued.

“Every day you’re avenging his death, with every villain you capture and with every new hero you train. He’d be proud of you, Sho,” You finished, gently wiping the tears from his eyes.

Aizawa was sobbing now, crying into your chest as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you as tight as he could.

“I love you, Y/N,” He cried.

“I love you too, Sho,” You whispered back.

You held him as he continued to cry, until he eventually fell asleep again. The rapid rising and falling of his chest from hyperventilating turned into deep breaths, and small snores that made you giggle from how cute they were.

You felt the desire to sleep linger back in, your eyes becoming heavy and your brain lacking the ability of complex thought. You cupped Akzawa’s face and pressed a kiss to the top of his head before falling asleep too.

#bnha #mha #aizawa #aizawa x reader #Aizawa angst #shota aizawa #Aizawa x male #Aizawa x fem #Aizawa x gn #aizaiwa x y/n #oboro shirakumo #shirakumo #kurogiri

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petersasteria · 3 years

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hope ur ok || holland!reader

sour masterlist || holland!reader || sour taglist

3,637 words tw: sad shit bc spoiler: someone dies, italics are flashbacks, bold is a letter i don't have a holland reader banner so i used the olivia banner instead. also, sorry for the delay of posting this lmao

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You were in your room, sitting on your bed as your eyes looked around. Your room was painted your favorite color and it made your brothers jealous because their rooms were painted white, it was boring. Yours had posters, polaroids of you and your siblings, fairy lights, a bean bag chair, and a simple full body mirror. You heard a knock on your door and you looked to see that it was Tom smiling brightly with a plate of your favorite cookies.

“Hey.” He said softly as he entered the room and shut the door behind him with his foot while balancing the plate of cookies in his hands.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Sam kicked me out of the kitchen, but I was there first and fortunately, I finished the cookies on time. I hope they taste alright.” Tom said as he sat beside you, the plate of cookies in between you.

“They smell good, so you did a good job.” You chuckled. Tom took one cookie and looked at you, “Taste test.”

He took a bite and chewed it a few times before saying, “It tastes alright. It’s not like how Sam makes it, but I’m not Sam. I’m Tom.”

Both of you erupted into a fit of giggles as you talked about random things. The plate of cookies were now on your bedside table and only half of the cookies were eaten.

“Hey, how’s your friend?” Tom asked casually. Both of you were laying on your bed, facing the ceiling.

“Which friend?”

“The blond one who had one hell of a musical talent.” Tom said. “He used to come here and play on Sam’s piano.”

“Oh, James! I don’t really know what happened to him. We, uh, fell out of touch.”

“I see.” Tom said. “I hope he’s okay.”

“Same here.” You told him. “My friend, Madeline, got a scholarship last time I checked. She got accelerated in school and she got to attend uni ahead of us. I’m really proud of her, y’know?”

“Where is she now?” Tom asked.

You looked at Tom with sorrow in your eyes. He glanced at you and he could see how hurt you were. “We don’t talk...anymore. We used to. She’s basically like a sister to me, but we don’t talk anymore. Regardless, I’m really happy for her and I miss her. Wherever she is, I hope she’s alright.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door and Tom sat up quickly. The door opened and revealed Sam. “Hey, it’s time to eat dinner. You’re washing the dishes tonight, Tom!” Sam said before leaving.

“That little shit.” Tom laughed. “C’mon, Y/N. Let’s eat!” He got up from your bed and you followed suit with worry and concern in your eyes. You shook your head and shrugged it off. What you’ll say can wait.

Both of you went down to join everyone on the dining table. You sat in your usual seat, but didn’t contribute in the conversation. You were just happy to be there. You looked around and saw how happy your brothers were. You looked at your parents and saw them smiling. It was a beautiful sight to see. After all, all you wanted was for them to be happy. They deserve to be happy.

Harry and Tom cleaned up as you watched them help each other. “Next time, we should cook Y/N’s favorite dinner.” Tom said. Harry looked at him and shrugged, “Why not? I never liked it, but I’m sure she’d appreciate it very much.”

The next few days were spent with Tom. He never left your side and he made sure you were alright. You were the youngest and as the eldest Holland child, he made it his job to look after you. He wasn’t close with you before, but somehow as you grew older, it changed. Tom was now excited to spend time with you. He loved talking to you and he loved laughing with you. In his opinion, you make his stress and worries fade away.

Your birthday is coming up and he wanted everything planned out. He already had plans, actually. He knew what cake you wanted, he knew what decorations to put up, he planned the food, and he even had a theme in mind. He was really prepared. Paddy had to go with Tom in town just to buy balloons. Tom was really going all out.

“Are you going to help me set up tonight? Y/N’s birthday is tomorrow and I want her to be surprised when she wakes up. I can already imagine her face.” Tom smiled excitedly as he parked the car in the driveway.

“I can’t help you tonight. I have homework.” Paddy said as he looked at Tom who just shrugged. “Alright. No problem. Stay in school, Pads.” Tom smiled before exiting his car with Paddy following him.

They walked in and Tom saw you sitting on the arm of the couch with Sam and Harry. Tom smiled at the sight. “Hey, guys!” He greeted, causing the three of you to look at Tom and Paddy.

“Wow, you went shopping for a lot of things.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Nothing.” Tom smirked. “I’ll put these in my room.” Tom left and went upstairs to his room as Paddy walked to the couch and sat next to you. You looked at Paddy and smiled. You weren’t close with him, but you loved him dearly. You were only one year younger than him and he was always kind to you and you liked hanging out with him.

You looked at Sam and Harry and you held back a chuckle as you watch them annoy each other. It was a lovely sight to see.

Night time came and dinner was over a few hours ago. You were just standing in your backyard feeling the wind blowing and you knew that something was about to happen. You just didn’t know what. The backdoor opened and you turned around to see Tom with a small smile.

“What’re you doing out here? It’s cold.” He said as he tugged his jacket closer. He walked towards you and stood beside you. “What’s on your mind?”

You shrugged, “Nothing. I guess I’m just tired. I think I’ll rest now.”

Tom nodded. He suddenly remembered his plan and said, “Yeah, you can go upstairs now. I, uh, prepared your room.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him. You walked towards the back door and stopped to turn around to look at Tom. He was already looking at you and you said, “I- Good night, Tom.”

“Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams.” He smiled sweetly. You opened the door and walked in and went straight up the stairs to your room.

Tom stayed outside for a minute before walking in. He locked the back door and went to the living room where his brothers were. “Hey, guys! Ready to decorate?” Tom asked with a huge smile on his face. It was evident that he was excited.

“What’re you talking about?” Sam asked, looking at Tom with a confused face.

“Yeah, what’s happening?” Paddy questioned.

Tom scoffed and crossed his arms, “How could you guys forget?! It’s our sister’s birthday tomorrow and you guys aren’t preparing at all!”

Tom was yelling as the rest were looking at him sadly. Sam’s eyes were clouded with tears as he looked at Tom. Harry and Paddy looked at Sam, not wanting to be the ones to remind Tom. Sam sighed and closed his eyes and his tears fell. He wiped his tears and opened his eyes to face Tom.

“Tom, mate, she’s dead.” Sam said softly. “She’s been dead for two months now.”

“W-What are you talking about?” Tom shook his head slowly. He looked away from Sam and he saw you standing behind Sam. “She’s right there, Sam! She’s literally right behind you! How can you not see it?!”

“Tom, stop! She’s gone, okay?!” Harry exclaimed. “Y/N’s not here! She won’t be here anymore and it’ll be that way forever. We just have to accept that.”

“It was leukemia, Tom. She didn’t make it and we had a funeral and everything.” Paddy said softly.

You were confined in the hospital for about a week now and you were getting weaker and weaker as the days went on. Your family was trying to be positive, but all of you knew that it was your time to go. Before you were confined, you had written letters for them to read after you die and it was now hidden in their drawers.

Tom and Harry weren’t there when you passed because they were in a different country. They immediately went home when they heard the news. All of you knew that you weren’t going to make it, but all of you ignored that fact. Everyone except Tom was grieving. He held his mother as she cried and he stayed strong for his brothers. He couldn’t remember the last time he and his brothers slept in one room and he hated that they chose to do it again as soon as you were gone.

It was like a sleepover. They all talked about you and everything you did that the others didn’t know about. Turns out, you had secrets you shared with everyone except Tom.

“Wait, she told you guys about her secrets?” Tom asked that night.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, eyes bloodshot from all the crying. “If something happens to her, she tells the first person she sees.”

“She never told me anything.” Tom stated.

“That’s because you’re the eldest. No one tells people about themselves to the eldest sibling.” Paddy answered.

“That’s unfortunate.” Tom frowned. “I wish I knew the things you knew.” He added.

“It’s alright, Tom. She didn’t have major secrets, anyway. Besides, she was just scared to tell you. That’s why she did that.” Sam explained.

Tom couldn’t sleep that night as he looked at his brothers. They were cuddled up next to each other and were fast asleep. Tom couldn’t help but think of you before finally drifting off. Days later, it was the funeral. The whole house was quiet and while your mum, Nikki, would appreciate it, for once in her life she wanted the noise. She wanted to hear boisterous laughing, heavy footsteps running up and down the stairs, yelling, the sound of Sam cutting vegetables, Dom’s loud typing, Paddy talking to his friend on the phone, Harry telling you to wake up and calling you a lazy bum for not being productive, and Tom playing with Tessa outside. Now, there was none of that.

When a husband or wife dies, the one they left behind is called a widow. When a child dies, what do you call their parents? No one’s ever come up with a word for that yet because it’s too painful to think about. You were young and you deserved all the best life has to offer. Nikki was devastated, but she knew that wherever you were, you aren’t in pain anymore and that was enough for her.

Tom wanted to scream, but he didn’t. He was numb. After the funeral, he and Harry decided to take a break from traveling to spend time with the rest of the family. He stopped working for a while and everyone understood that.

When they got home, Tom went straight to his room and cried. He cried and cried until no tears came out. His head ached, but he didn’t want to get up and get himself a glass of water. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table to ask Harry, but his phone died. Tom scoffed, sat up, and reached the drawer of his bedside table. He leaned over to look for his phone charger, but he saw a letter instead. It had his name on it and he realized that it was your handwriting. Tom quickly grabbed it and put his phone back on the bedside table. He opened the envelope and read what you wrote for him.

Dear Tom,

Hi. When you read this, you know that I'm gone. I'm sorry that we never got to bond a lot. I guess it's my fault because I was so scared of you. Despite that, I want you to know that I'm really happy for you and I'm proud of you.

You're my inspiration and please know that I'm very proud to be your sister.

I don't know where I'll end up when I'm gone, but please don't worry about me. I'll be okay, I can feel it. I'll just go where the wind takes me.

You're a kind person for the whole time I've known you. I'll miss everything and I'll miss your pranks and jokes. Please never stop doing those just because I'm gone. I hope you think of me whenever you tell a joke or pull a prank on Harry again.

I wish we bonded more. I wish we made cookies until Sam kicked us out of the kitchen because he needed to prepare for dinner. I wish we watched movies together and I wish we spoke often.

I'll miss you all the time and I love you. So much. Never forget that.

Your sister,

Y/N/N x

Tom cried again until he slept with the letter resting on his chest. The next morning, he got up to go to your room. He dreamt of you and he wanted to tell you about it. He glanced at the door and noticed that it was unlocked. He slowly opened it and to his surprise, he saw you standing there watching everyone outside from your window.

“Y/N.” Tom said.

You turned around and smiled at him, “Hey, Tom.”

“I dreamt of you! And in my dream, you were a ballet dancer. We did ballet together. Wouldn't that be something? It could be a bonding thing for us." Tom said with a big smile as he fully entered your room. All of a sudden, he forgot about your sickness, your death, your sickness. From an outsider's point of view, it was a sad sight to see. He was clearly in the denial stage.

Harry was on his way downstairs when he heard a voice coming from your room. He quietly opened the door and saw Tom excitedly talking to thin air.

"You know, I'm not doing anything anytime soon. Why don't we go out? It'll just be you and me, Y/N." Tom smiled. Harry's heart broke upon hearing this. His older brother was imagining their dead sister. Harry kept it to himself because he thought that Tom was coping that way.

It wasn't until Sam witnessed the same thing. Tom was in the kitchen and he was talking to thin air once more. Sam watched as Tom laughed and said a bunch of things. Sam kept it to himself too.

Paddy, however, was different. He went to Harry and Sam's room, unannounced. He closed and locked the door behind him as the twins looked at him in confusion.

"Okay, I can't be the only one to notice it." Paddy said with arms crossed.

"What're you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Tom." Was all Paddy said. The twins looked at each other before looking back at Paddy.

"What about him?" Sam asked, his eyebrows were raised a bit.

"Tom told me that he'll bake Y/N's favorite cookies tomorrow because Y/N said she was craving for it." Paddy explained.

"I saw Tom talking to thin air the day after the funeral. He was in Y/N's room." Harry confessed.

"I saw him doing that too, but he was in the kitchen this time. I'm worried about him." Sam said.

"What should we do?" Harry asked with a frown on his face.

"Let's just let him be for a while. Let’s just intervene when it gets out of hand.” Sam decided as the other two nodded.

They just let Tom be until they had enough.

Tom couldn't believe what his brothers were telling him. He felt sick to his stomach. His baby sister was gone and the thought of it ate him alive. He shook his head and Sam said, “Tom, everything will be alright. We’ll get through this together. We’ll be fine.”

“That can’t be true. I’ve been speaking to her. Stop fucking lying.” Tom cried.

“Tom, wake up! She’s not here, alright?! She’s not in her room anymore. Her things will forever be untouched and her books will be dusty. Her phone hasn’t been charged since she died and it’ll stay that way. All we have left are pictures, videos, and memories of her. We should accept that because no matter what happens, we can’t bring her back!” Harry said as his voice was raised.

“Just go to bed, mate. You’re tired.” Paddy said softly. “We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

Tom wiped his tears and went up to his room, slamming the door. He went to sleep and dreamt of you again. Both of you were on top of a small hill and the wind was blowing softly.

“Why can’t they see you?” Tom asked you.

“Because I only showed myself to you. I know that we haven’t been really close and I figured you’d want some kind of closure. In truth, I’m only here because of you. The light has been calling me and they want me to leave already, but I can’t because I know you’d be sad. I hate seeing you sad.” You explained.

“Then stay here.” Tom begged, but you shook your head.

“You need to let me go, Tom. It’s time. I can’t stay here forever.” You chuckled lightly.

“I just- I feel like nothing. When you were around, I felt like I had a purpose. Now, I just wish I could be with you.” He admitted.

“Don’t say that. Imagine how everyone will react if you’re gone. They’ll be upset. I’m so proud that you’re alive and well because you’ll get to go on with life and grow old. If you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. Live the life I never got to live. Trust me when I say that you’ll be happier when you move on.”

“I don’t want to forget you and I don’t want you to think that we’re having fun without you.” He said.

“I won’t think that way because all I ever wanted for all of you is to be happy and healthy. I love you and I miss you, but I want you to have fun and to keep doing everything you love. Don’t stop because I’m gone. Don’t let me be a hindrance because that’ll make me sad and I’ll haunt you forever.” You said as Tom chuckled. “Besides, you don’t have to forget about me. I’ll always be in your heart.”

“Alright.” Tom said. “I think I’m ready to let you go.”

You smiled and nodded as you walked away and stepped into the light. Tom shouted, “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

You looked back and smiled. With that, he knew you were thanking him not just for greeting, but also for everything.

Tom woke up and it was already morning. He decided to get ready and to head to the cemetery. He walked downstairs and saw his brothers eating breakfast.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked before eating his cereal.

“The cemetery. It’s Y/N’s birthday.” Tom said. “I’ll go now. I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”

Tom left and the drive to the cemetery was short and quiet. He parked the car and walked to your grave. He smiled when he saw a small, framed picture of you that Harry placed there not too long ago. He sat in front of your grave and smiled, “Hey, Y/N. I know you can hear me.”

“I guess I did look crazy for a while and I now understand how everyone felt. I, um, I read your letter. I’m sorry too, y’know? I’m sorry I never made the effort to spend time with you. I guess it’s because all my life, I’ve only known about having brothers and when you came along, I didn’t know how to act. But I’m really happy that I got to see you grow up and I’m happy with our few moments together.”

“When you were five, I was fourteen. It’s a wide gap and I remember being so annoyed because your toys were everywhere.” He chuckled at the thought. “Regardless, I loved you and I still do. I’m happy that you grew up to be kind and loving. I’m really fucking happy for that.”

“In your letter, you said that I shouldn’t worry about you. Y/N, I’m sorry, but I can’t promise that. I’m your older brother and that automatically makes me sort of like a second parent especially when mum and dad aren’t around. So, I’ll always worry about you even though I know you’re okay and not in pain.”

“I do, however, promise to always dedicate my pranks to you. I know you’d love that. I’d wish that we bonded, but we already did that. You gave me a chance to get to know the sister I never got to know and that, above all, makes me so happy and grateful. That’s enough for me.”

“I don’t want to say cheesy shit and ask for guidance. I don’t want to burden you in heaven. Like, it’s called a resting place for a reason and I want you to rest easy. I just want to say that I miss you so much and I love you. Happy birthday.” He finished.

Just then, he felt the wind blow in his direction and he knew that you were okay.

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taehyungsgrowl · 2 years

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no asked for it but here is an andy thought i've had in my mind:

gif from @plum-chatwin 💜

warnings: kinda somo (reader is sleeping and uh... he gets handsy 😳) i know someone has asked me if i'd written something along these lines before so to the anon who asked - here you go! also if you're uncomfy reading please! feel free to skip!

also there is absolutely no plot to this 🥴also it's sappy at the end.. don't look at me.

also! i havent worked on my priest!michael fic bc i've been busy :( but hopefully out soon!

also! please let me know if you would like to be added or removed from the taglist - as of now, i cant find the last post i made asking who wanted to be tagged so I'm going off my memory kfdbvd

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoy! i feel like its been a lil while since I've posted something ngdkvd

this is a lil dumb and short but! i hope you enjoy 💛

Y/N hardly registered as she dozed off to sleep. Andy was still up, on yet another call to his agent by time sleepiness took over.

She laid in the middle of their shared bed, the bedsheets at her feet. It was another warm night in Australia. She slept with their windows slightly open letting in the warm breeze. As her dreams filled her head, she tossed and turned, searching for Andy in her sleep.

All of her tossing and turning caused her tank top to practically slide off her body. Her straps had slipped down her shoulders and her breasts were now even more exposed.

As Andy walked into their bedroom, head down still typing away, a soft moan from Y/N made his head snap up. The room was mostly dark, with nothing but the hallway light and moonlight that came in from the window illuminating Y/N's silhouette.

Through the soft light, he could see her fast asleep, her lips parted open, deep in sleep. His eyes traveled down her body as he walked towards the bed.

His breath caught in his throat noticing her breasts were out of her tank top. The breeze coming into the room made her nipples harden. He licked his lips as he set his phone down before climbing into bed.

In her sleep, Y/N felt the mattress dip with his weight. Having already taken the middle of the bed, she rolled a little closer to Andy, her exposed skin pressing against his.

Andy couldn't help but stare. He was mesmerized by her lips that let out soft little whimpers when his hands reached to pull her closer. Her mind was a million miles away dreaming of them...

Andy thanked his lucky stars for Y/N. Each day he spent with her, he fell more and more in love.

The peaceful look on her face made her heart swell. He hoped to be enough for her every day.

His gaze dropped down to her neck and collarbones and he instinctively brought his head down to kiss along her neck.

Slow, soft, and sensual.

Andy hummed as he felt her steady heartbeat with each gentle kiss that grazed her skin. His lips soon found her chest, kissing along the valley of her breasts. He felt Y/N whimper in her sleep.

"Shh," he cooed before taking her nipple in his mouth. His other hand wasted no time, taking her other nipple in between his fingers.

With every suck and kiss he gave her, her soft sounds became more frequent. Andy groaned against her skin, feeling himself get harder in his sweats. The bed moved under Y/N with Andy rutting himself against the mattress chasing the friction.

In her dreams, Y/N could feel it - could feel him. His mouth, his breath, his hands; everything. Her mind filled in the gaps in the way he was pleasing her. Images of his face flashed in her mind as she let herself savor the feelings.

Andy pulled his lips back slightly, blue eyes peeking up at Y/N's face. Her hands searched for his hair, pulling him back to her. She didn't want the sensation to stop.

She tugged on his brown curls needing more. Andy half groaned, half chuckled as he took her hint. His large hand slowly made its way down her body, finger pressing into every curve until they were met with the lace waistband of her panties.

He cupped her pussy over her underwear, feeling the damp spot against the pads of his fingers.

"Fuck," he whispered at how wet she was for him. He was still in awe at how perfect she was for him. "So wet already... Are you dreaming of me, baby?" he mumbled pressing another kiss to her collarbone.

He dipped his fingers into her panties, sliding his index along her wet folds. He felt her body shudder. "Andy..." she moaned, her eyes fluttering. Her hand reached for his bicep, trying to lead his hand further into her underwear.

Andy peeled down her panties letting them pool at her feet. His fingers traced up her leg until they met her center. He quickly found her clit and rubbed slow, even circles - breaking the pattern every so often to apply more pressure.

Sweat covered her forehead with each time Andy brought her to the edge only to pull back away. Silk sheets slipped through her fingers, gripping them tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

Andy slowly parted her lips, interesting two long digits inside of her. He thrusted them in and out of her, watching her face contour with pleasure. When he curled his fingers, brushing against her g-spot she gasped loudly, her eyes flashing open.

"Shh," he hushed her again, soft smirk on his face, "I've got you, princess."

He knew he made her feel so good. His fingers were coated in her cum as he coaxed her to her orgasm.

Y/N, who by that point had been brought out of her sleepy state, grabbed at his arms, moaning and whimpering his name as she came for him.

"Andy," she moaned, dragging out his name. "Fuck," she gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Andy attached his lips to her nipple again as she rode out her orgasm on his fingers. His hair was tangled in her hands again, pulling as she screamed out his name.

He pulled out his now sticky fingers and lightly traced up her body leaving a wet trail along her skin. He tapped his fingers against her lips for her to take in her mouth. She immediately wrapped her lips around them, watching Andy in the dim light. His blue eyes blown wide as he felt her tongue circle in between his fingers.

Andy pressed down on her tongue a little before pushing them towards the back of her throat. She moaned around them and sucked frantically on them.

"Sorry I woke you," he mumbled, taking his fingers back and kissing the top of her head. "Just looked so pretty... wanted to make you feel good," it was too dark for her to see the blush creeping over his face.

He took the thin straps of her tank top and fixed them back on her shoulders and helped adjust it so she was covered up again.

"I liked it," she admitted, her own face going hot.

Andy reached down to remove her panties from around her ankles, using them to clean up her inner thighs before tossing them into the hamper at the end of his bed. "I'll get you a clean pair," he started to attempt to get up from the bed, but was held in place by her.

"Not yet," she shook her head and reached for his sweat pants. She palmed over his still stiff cock.

His eyes fluttered at her touch, allowing his head to spin from the way she touched him.

"Oh," he stammered, taking her wrist and guiding her hand in the dark. She could feel him grow into her hand as he bucked his hips forward.

She yawned and rubbed at her eyes tiredly, but still kept pleasing him through his pants. Andy caught her tired tired and took her wrist again, gently pushing it away. He shook his head softly.

He lifted her chin with his thumb and index finger to place a kiss to her lips. His tongue tangling with hers in a kiss.

"You're tired," he stated, laying down besides her and pulling her close.

"No, I'm -" she was caught off by her own yawn, "not," she turned to face him. They laid chest to chest, legs tangled together. Andy stroked her cheek lightly.

"Mm," he kissed the tip of her nose, "not ver convincing, Y/N."

Y/N cuddled closer to him and made him lay on his back for her to use his chest as a pillow for her head. His heart beat was slow and steady and felt like a lullaby beneath her ear.

"Get some rest, baby." he kissed the top of her head.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled the blankets up to cover them.

Y/N mumbled back something that sounded like an argument, but too uncoherent to make sense. Andy chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure thing..." he kissed the top of her head again. "I love you sleepy head..."

Every time he found himself saying it out loud it became more and more true. He loved her. And he wanted to make her the happiest.

He laid in the silence of the room; listening to their breathing synchronize. His entire world felt complete with her in his arms.

Andy closed his eyes knowing not even his dreams could beat his reality in that moment.

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Helping Hand

pairing || Din Djarin x fem!Reader

summary || The clasps on bras should not be so fucking difficult. It’s a good thing Mando doesn’t mind lending you a helping hand.

word count || 4,873

warnings || SMUT! p in v sex, kinda rough tbh, desperate Mando, cockwarming, a singular spank, love confessions bc I am soft for this man

a/n || this was uh...something! I firmly believe that Mandalorians waste zero time once they find their person. Once they have them, they have them. No such thing as rushing to a Mandalorian, especially our TinCanMan. also, this gif destroys me

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The second you saw the bra as you perused the marketplace, your face lit up. The fabric was rich in color and ridiculously soft and you knew the second you had your hands on it that you were buying it. It wasn’t too expensive, a few credits more than what you’d usually be willing to pay for clothes, but hey, you deserved to splurge every now and then. You practically bounced with excitement as you made your way back to the Crest where Mando and the little green kiddo you adored waited for your return. It was nice to get some time to yourself, time where you didn’t have to chase after a rambunctious kid or have to squeeze past Mando’s huge frame in the small spaces of the Crest, but what could you say?

You missed your boys.

The ramp lowered as you drew closer and you smiled. Mando must have seen you approaching. The sight of him standing in the cockpit with the sleeping child cradled in his arm made your chest bloom with happiness. You paused on your way to set your bag on your bunk, distracted by the uncomfortable looking angle he held his arm at, and let out a quiet laugh. Mando’s silent tendencies left you to observe the way he held himself to discern how he was feeling, and after months of living with him, you could gauge him easily by the tilt of his helmet, the way he held his shoulders. You may not be fluent in Mando’a, but you were fluent in your Mandalorian.

“He wakes up the second you lay him down, huh?” You asked, a teasing smile on your face. The sharp way he looked to you only confirmed your suspicion and you bit your lip to hold back another chuckle. “Here, let me.”

The child didn’t even stir when you fluidly slipped him from Mando’s arms and slowly settled him into the metallic cradle he slept in. Mando sighed loudly behind you, the sound roughed slightly by the modulator. “How are you so good at that?”

“It’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” You turned and almost knocked back into the cradle at the proximity of the beskar-clad warrior, a mere few inches between your chests. Heat flared across your face. “It’s just, uh… just lotsa practice.”

Mando hummed quietly and you instinctively looked to his shoulders and his hands, trying to gauge his mood. They were relaxed, the tension he always carried about him eased for the moment. Content, if you had to guess. It made you smile up at him, brighter than any sun in the galaxy. There weren't many times you saw him without that ready-to-action tension that plagued his surely sore muscles - almost always when the three of you were in the Crest, safe together as you hurtled through space. He turned just as quickly as he had approached you, stepping out of your space to set the coordinates to Nevarro, and you felt like you could finally exhale.

Bag in hand, you practically stumbled into your bunk and pulled out the pretty bra you were so excited to put on - inky black, accentuated with intricately designed lace and a harness-like back. You pulled off your clothes quickly, stripping down entirely bare to slip into a soft pair of sleeping shorts. It would take a while to get back to Nevarro; you might as well be comfortable for it. The process of undressing while the Crest drew away from solid ground used to have you half naked and on the ground from the jostling, but thankfully you had grown proficient at balancing yourself through the rough takeoffs.

A quiet sigh escaped you at the brush of the luxurious cloth against your bare skin, deft fingers latching the clasps at your back. It was a welcome change to the usual bras you wore. The straps were a bit too loose, allowing the cups to droop slightly from your breasts, and you fumbled to tighten them. It was just out of your grasp, your fingers grappling uselessly for the elusive adjuster as you huffed in annoyance.

“Need a hand?” Mando’s voice behind you made you startle almost comically and whirl around, one hand pressed against your chest where your heart was battering against your ribs. How in the hell did he always manage to move so silently? Heat bloomed up your neck and across your face unbiddenly. Sure, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you in some state of undress - living in such close quarters and the fact that Mando apparently never learned how to knock had him walking in on you often. But there was no denying the difference in you standing before him dressed practically in lingerie.

“Uh, y-yeah, if you could?” You stuttered, internally groaning at your sudden inability to speak. The thick tension of the air could have choked you as you stared Mando down awkwardly until he twirled his finger, silently commanding you to turn around, and you could just die. “You just have to slide the, uh, adjuster up towards my shoulder.”

Mando said nothing and before you could move your hair out of his way, one gloved hand gathered it to settle over your shoulder and you had to tamp down on the shiver that tried to wriggle up your spine. He fiddled with the straps silently, leaving you to wrangle with your bordering on desperate need to climb the giant man behind you like a tree and lose yourself in the pleasures you could bring each other.

You weren’t blind, nor were you stupid. Far from it, actually. Reading people was a gift you had possessed from a young age - one’s intent could easily be sussed by the specific light in their eyes, the slightest change in their tone, the barely-there shift in their body language. Mando may not speak often, you may not be able to watch for the arch of an eyebrow or the quirk of a lip, but you could still read him like a book.

The fear of complication warred with your need. The child was a beacon of light in your life when you thought there could never be anything but swallowing darkness. He was a reminder of the little things that made everything else worth it - every coo, every small smile as he slept, every time he came running up to you or Mando on his little legs. Even when you were having to explain over and over again that no, he couldn’t eat the buttons off of the comlink, he brought you more joy than you could imagine.

It didn’t help that every day spent flying through hyperspace left you growing closer to the Mandalorian. Even when there was nothing but silence between you, it was comfortable, companionable. The final straw? Mando slept in your presence. The first time it happened had been entirely accidental. He was exhausted after a strenuous bounty, one that ran far longer than they fought for, and the second the coordinates had been set, Mando collapsed into the pilot’s seat and promptly passed out. Knowing that he was comfortable enough to fall asleep without second thought, that he trusted you enough to be vulnerable like that around you...you never felt more like you belonged.

And Mando? When he woke several hours later, feeling far more well-rested than usual, he saw you curled up in the seat next to him with the child cradled in your lap as the blur of hyperspace reflected in your eyes. You had smiled at him, sleepy but bright nonetheless, and he had never been more grateful for the helmet that hid his face. You were too smart, too observant - you would be able to read the love on his face plain as day.

That little green womp rat and his beskar covered father saved you when you thought there was nothing left. The idea of losing that made you nauseous. The idea of how complete your little family would feel if you gave in made you tempted.

It was complicated.

A modulated grunt of frustration came from the man behind you as he couldn’t get a solid hold on that damn adjuster and you bit back a laugh. A Mandalorian, a warrior - bested by some plastic and fabric. Something fell to the ground, landed on the metal floor with two quiet thwaps, and before you could glance down to see what it was, warm bare fingers slid between the strap and your skin. This time there’s no stopping the almost violent shiver that racked your body, paired with an embarrassingly sharp exhale, and Maker your resolve was crumbling to pieces.

“Tell me when.” Mando rumbled once his nimble fingers finally wrapped around the plastic, his modulator vibrating right in your ear in the most delicious way. The strap tightened slowly as his fingers slid up, the cup of the bra finally flush against your skin, and your voice was hoarse when you whispered ‘when’.

Instead of simply reaching for the other strap, his warm palm made a lazy path across your skin, pausing for a breath between your shoulder blades before slipping under the thin fabric. He repeats the movement, tightening the strap until you clear your throat and manage to say in a stronger tone, “T-there is fine.”

Mando hummed, his fingertips gliding over the soft skin of your shoulder and holy hell, his chest was practically pressed to your back and there was no way he wasn’t being a giant tease. “Just fine?”

“Perfect,” You corrected, your voice breathy, eyes threatening to flutter shut as that hand trailed over your shoulder to trace along the line of the cup of your bra. Goosebumps followed Mando’s touch, raised as your body’s desperate testament to the need that had vibrated through you. You just barely caught a glimpse of those tanned hands, hands you had seen a few times as he took care of the more delicate aspects of cleaning of his weapons, and you whispered, “You’re p-perfect.”

Mando gripped your hip suddenly, your soft flesh soft a beautiful contrast to his calloused hands, and it was the dip of his fingertips underneath the hem of your shorts that made you lean back into him fully, your head tilted back against his shoulder. A rumbled moan vibrated from his chest and into your back, felt all the way through his chestplate, as you “You want this, sweet girl?”

You nodded quickly. “H-how? How can we…”

“Leave it to me,” Mando murmured, preoccupied with the heat of your bare skin under his hands as he finally broke, finally explored the body of the woman he had fallen in love with in the months since his clan had expanded to three. “Just...tell me you want this. Please.”

Mando’s voice was rough and desperate even through the modulator and you nodded without a second thought. You knew you were in for it just from the way he pushed you further into your bunk to let the door slide shut behind him. No fanfare, no fuss. Mando was certain. He was going for what he wanted, and it lit a fire in you.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your heart racing as Mando methodically unclasped his armor, his visor trained on you with each piece that came off - and it hit you. This was actually happening.

Finally.

You grinned up at the t-shaped visor of his helmet and pulled him closer by the hem of his duraweave pants, his grunt of approval stoking the flames of your need. He pulled his shirt off fluidly and your hands froze where they were trying to undo his pants as you admired the sight of so much bare skin.

“So handsome,” You whispered before kissing just below his navel, smiling into his skin at the way his hand buried in your hair. Mando hummed under your gentle touch, under the trail of your tongue against his skin. It had been so long, too long since he had any form of gentle touch, you knew that. Touch starved, that was the term.

You would fix that.

You trailed your hand over his ribs, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake when your nails scratched him lightly. Finally having your hands on him had you almost giddy, your heart flying in your chest as you slowly kissed down his stomach to the tent in his pants, nerves and need warring in your belly. You wanted to learn every piece of your Mandalorian - his scars and their stories, where to kiss when you wanted to hear those intoxicating groans, his favorite places for you to bite and dig your nails into. You wanted to break him in the best possible way, destroy that headstrong restraint and discipline so he could destroy you in return.

All it took was a teasing press of your tongue against the outline of his cock to make him snatch you up off of the bed with a firm hand at your jaw and you couldn’t help but smile. His helmet tilted slightly as he took you in, grinning at him like the cat that got the canary, eyes sparkling with excitement, and he gripped your shorts with his other hand hard enough to pop the hem.

“Off.” Mando rumbled and you immediately shimmied out of them as quickly as you could with his hand still holding your face firmly. The second the fabric no longer hindered his access, he ran his hand over your ass, greedy fingers digging into the firm flesh of one cheek. “Such a good listener. Aren’t you, sweet girl?”

You pressed closer as you nodded, desperate to feel his body against yours, and your eyes fell closed at the warmth of the skin to skin contact of your chest against his. As much as you loved the bra you wore, you wanted to feel nothing between you. It was easy to slip off and Mando’s hand instantly left your jaw to trace along your breast. It amazed you how gentle he could be; those big hands capable of incapacitating, capable of killing, gently palming your skin and tweaking your nipple. A breathy chuckle met your ears and only then did you realize you were arching up into his touch.

“I won’t be gentle.” Mando warned.

You grinned, heat shuddering down your spine at the roughness of his tone. “Who says I want you to be?”

You were on your back before you could even blink, the impact against the bed pulling a gasp from you. Mando made an image painted by the gods: stood over you, chest heaving with each harsh breath, cock straining proudly against his pants. That was the last thing you saw before his hand slapped against the light control on the wall and the entire bunk plunged into darkness.

A hand wrapped around your ankle and yanked you against a pair of firm thighs, forcing out a yelp that morphed into a low whine when your legs were spread wide. Without your vision to guide you, you had to rely on your hearing, your sense of touch, and the low clank of metal on metal and rustling of fabric had you confused until his warm, entirely naked body slid over yours and you heard the first tones of Mando’s voice - unmodulated, raw and low in your ear.

“You need me, huh? You need this?” Mando growled, sliding down to grind his cock against you, and he grinned impishly at the desperation of your whimper, at the way you angled your hips to try to slide him inside of you. “Let me take what I want and I’ll give you what you need.”

You could have cried out when he pulled back, could have begged him to stay and fuck you already, but the feeling of his lips latching onto your neck made your voice melt into unintelligible groans. You buried your hands in his hair, memorizing the soft way the curls fell through your fingers. The combination of his teeth and tongue were sure to leave a mark, one you would wear with pride for anyone to see. It was the first of many lovebites he left on your skin, trailed down your neck and over your chest and delivered between significantly gentler bites and licks to your breasts. Your hips moved entirely of their own volition, legs wrapped around his waist to rub against his stomach.

Mando’s hands found your hips and pressed them down, pressing you flush to the bed hard enough that you knew you would have bruises, ones you would relish as long as they lasted. You had never felt more desperate to be touched, tension rocketing tighter and tighter in your core.

“So needy, mesh’la.” Mando rumbled as he shoved you further up the bed. He delivered a sharp bite to your thigh and you jumped, a laugh bubbling up from your chest at the suddenness and the way he eased the mark with his tongue. You carded your fingers through his hair again and his chest rumbled, almost as if he were purring. Just as you were about to comment on it, tell him how cute it was that he reacted so beautifully to your touch, his tongue slid through your wet heat.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, the grip you had in his curls tightening harshly as you tried to roll your hips to grind against his face, but he pinned your hips with sure hands. Not to be hindered, you pressed your heels into his back and still managed tiny hitches and Mando chuckled at your determination. His tongue rolled over your clit, over and over until you were crying out at the sparks of pleasure radiating through your core.

His mouth left you for a split second, just long enough to slick his fingers with his spit, and his tongue descended back to your clit as two fingers rubbed tiny circles against your entrance. You were almost incoherent in your begging, your voice slurred, words cut off in the middle - and then two thick fingers slid into your cunt, his lips wrapped around your clit, and you thought your heart stopped with the intensity of it all.

After what could have been an eternity or a mere half second, Mando pumped his fingers slowly and your entire world imploded around you. The groan that left your lover was exhilarating. He mumbled against you, something about the tightest fucking cunt he’s ever had, before his tongue went back to town, flicking over your clit as his fingers curled into that sweet spot deep inside you. Your back arched of its own volition, your entire body tensing as Mando rocketed you to your climax.

“Can’t wait anymore.” Was the only warning you got before he pulled away, leaving you to flutter around nothing, and a high whine left your throat as Mando leaned over you and yanked your thighs up to hook further over his hips. His lips fell to yours and you groaned at the taste of your arousal, your hand cupping his jaw and reveling in the scratch of his stubble against your skin. The heavy weight of his cock pressed against your thigh until he angled himself to press right against your entrance, and -

“Wait!” You gasped and Mando froze entirely. You reached between you to grasp his cock, groaning at the thick girth that you knew would split you open beautifully. “Let me... let me make you feel good, too.”

“Won’t last, mesh’la,” Mando growled, his forehead pressed to yours as he fucked into your hand despite his words. For just a moment you thought you had him, had gained some modicum of control as you stroked him with a firm hand, but he batted your hand away to pin above your head. “Need to bury my cock in your tight little cunt.”

“P-please! I need it, I need you to fuck me full.” You mewled so prettily for him and Mando broke.

The sound that left him was pulled from his very core, an almost feral growl radiating from his chest and leaving you shuddering underneath him, ready to beg until he finally shoved his cock into you, but before you could get a sound out you were flipped you onto all fours. You tried to steady yourself, to press your weight into your hands so you could grind your ass back against him, but a rough hand shoved between your shoulder blades until your face and chest were flush against the blankets beneath you.

“You want me to claim this cunt?” Mando breathed into your ear as he settled his chest against your back, gliding the head of his cock through your slit teasingly. A dark chuckle followed your pitiful whine. “Oh I think I will. Stuff you full of my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Mando pulled back and steadied a hand at your hip, the other pulling your cheeks apart as he finally slid home. Inch after devastating inch filled your cunt, the familiar stretch on just the right side of painful. A sinful, wrecked groan came from behind you and despite yourself, despite being face down ass up for a warrior, you felt powerful.

“S-so fucking tight,” Mando stuttered out as he gave a small push forward, pressing even further into your heat despite being buried to the hilt already, short, aborted thrusts as he tried to let you adjust to his girth.

“Please, please, please,” You huffed out with each exhale, and if you were in your right mind you might have been at least slightly embarrassed by the desperation of your begging, but you were aching for him to move. You clenched around him, reveling in the punched-out sound it drew from him, and finally, finally he drew back halfway to shove back into you sharply.

Mando didn’t fuck you - the word ‘fuck’ wasn’t enought to encompass the way he drove into you over and over, shoved you further into the sheets with his teeth buried in your shoulder. You wanted to be destroyed, and Maker did he deliver, pressed against that sweet spot deep inside you and making your writhe beneath him. It took a moment to find your voice amongst the harsh thrusts, but the sound of you whimpering ‘Mando…’ over and over had your lover delivering a sharp swat to your ass before yanking you up by your hair and bracing your ass on his thighs, his pace unfaltering.

“S-such a sweet little thing,” Mando stuttered, one hand holding you by your neck, keeping you flush against him, and the other sliding down to toy with your clit, those calloused fingers rubbing in tight circles until you pressed your head to his shoulder and wailed. “Sound so pretty for me.”

You wanted to tell him how good he felt stretching you out, how much you loved this, how much you loved him, but there was no speaking when his thrusts punched the very air from your lungs. So you buried your hand in his hair and tightened, rolling your hips into every push of his own. The sharp pull of his hair seemed to egg him on and his hand slid up from your throat to tilt your head and capture your lips with his.

The angle was awkward, the kiss all teeth and tongue, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Mando drank in your every moan, every whine, and sang out his own in response, poured them out in a never ending stream that left you washed out in pleasure and pride. You reduced him to this. The tight clench of your cunt around him left the strong warrior slashed down to his most base instincts, left him to bury himself in you over and over as if he couldn’t bear to hold back.

Your begging was almost incoherent, words broken off halfway with each harsh thrust, but it all melted into one low cry when Mando toyed with your clit and ground against that sweet spot against you and you broke. The only thing that kept you upright was Mando’s strong grip on your body as your pleasure crested, sparked out all across your body and left you weak in the aftermath of ecstasy. Your hand fell loose in his hair, still tangled in his curls but just barely staying put.

Mando laid you down almost sweetly, flipped your weak body around to lie on your back and settled between your thighs. He growled low in your ear when you hooked your ankles over his lower back and whined so prettily for him as he pushed himself deep into your cunt - right where he belonged. His thrusts were shorter, stunted in his relentless chase for release inside of your body, leaving you hanging in the precipice between pleasure and overstimulation.

“Feel so good,” You whispered in his ear, gasping when he buried his face in your neck and latched onto your skin with rough presses of teeth and tongue. The pace of his thrusts stuttered when you clenched around him, urging him to let go.

“Where?” Mando grunted low into your skin, unable to find the words to finish his thoughts but you knew. You knew what he wanted, the desperate want you both shared.

“Inside!” You gasped out in a rough voice, almost desperate in tone, and locked your legs around his waist tighter, using the newfound leverage to meet each of his thrusts. “Please, please cum inside me.”

The choked off sound in your ear was downright addictive and paired with the airtight grip on your hips as he pressed flush against your body and flooded you with his release....well, you wouldn’t be able to live without it, without him. Mando collapsed, crushed you underneath his weight with his cock still nestled in your tight heat. Maker, he was heavy but you never felt safer. He panted in your ear, the ghost of each breath curling across your skin like a loving caress and you could feel the curve of his lips where he smiled against you, a smile you matched.

Your fingers buried in his hair once more, scratching against his scalp in slow, gentle circles, and the delighted whimper he gave sounded like it came from anyone but the rough and tumble warrior who just railed you into oblivion. One of his hands writhed up between your chests to cup your breast, the gun-calloused skin of his palm a harsh contrast to the soft, unmarred skin of your chest.

“Mando…” You chuckled in a tone of warning when those fingers tweaked your nipple, sending sparks echoing across your skin.

“Din,” He grunted in your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and worrying it with his tongue, only pulling back when you made a small noise of confusion. “Din Djarin. You should know the name of the man who claims you.”

Your heart stuttered, racing to match the pace of your thoughts. This...this was a huge deal for him, you knew that. Your arms tightened around him almost of their own volition as it hit you - this union meant as much to him as it did to you.

Mando - Din was yours.

You were his.

“Cyare,” Din whispered at the small noise that left you, propping himself up on his elbows to hover over you despite not being able to see you. You followed his movements as best you could, not wanting to jostle around enough for his softening cock to slip from your body. “Are you okay? Was...Was this not-”

“No! No, I...damn it,” You stumbled over your words in your rush to reassure him, reaching up to hesitantly place your hands on either side of his face, giving him plenty of time to stop you in case you crossed a line. He didn’t. Rough stubble met your fingers and you laughed wetly in disbelief. You couldn’t believe your luck. “I love you. I have from the start.”

Din’s breath caught in his throat and he pressed his face back into your neck as he returned the sentiment, his words muffled and cracking under the weight they carried. You giggled at the way his tongue met your neck, surely adding to the multitude of marks he already left there, but tilted your head back for more access nonetheless. He was right - he laid his claim on you, buried his seed as deep inside you as he could and left the imprint of his teeth across your skin for all to see.

“A clan of three, right?” You said before kissing his temple, yours eyes slipping closed as your exhausted reared.

“Yes, sweet girl. A clan of three.” Din rumbled. The vibration of his chest only lulled you further into slumber and the last thing you heard before the sleep overtook you was Din whispering, almost to himself, “My own little aliit.”

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