#din needs a shave

[arcadian-vampire]

iv poles as accessories is a slur I've more than earned the right to reclaim [said with mega bruises on their arms from getting ivs] [this is a joke pls do not take it serious]

#pikaposts #also i have a doctor appt tomorrow i'm meeting a new doctor. if this one comes to the conclusion i'm just all psychosomatic too i'm #i told my everyone i'm gonna need A Goddamn Break from medical shit bc i cannot keep experiencing this oh my god #i NEED to be a hermit for a while. unshowered unmedicated hiding beneath the blankets in bed i don't want a doctor to even breathe at me #if anyone else smirks at me and tells me to go back to the ppl that gaslit and neglected me i will for real. idk what i'll do but i will. #i will something!! i'll walk my cute lil ass down to the bar get shitfaced and buy a turtle. i'm gonna shave my head. #i'm gonna implode and eat grass and draw on myself w sharpie markers #i am in my insane era and by god i will go insaner. well not by god bc fuck him. by din i will lie facedown on the pavement #until my back gets so sunburnt i look like kirby. i'm gonna peck rocks like a confused bird. ugh #ANYWAY make sure to smash that like button and subscribe to my channel xoxo i'm gonna bite a doctor so hard he feels my teeth whenever #he even thinks abt seeing another patient

[celestialhole]

Simon Riley x GN!reader headcanons

Warnings: Contains NSFW content below the cut, read at your own risk! Sorta proofread, random as fuck but here's your din din. Thinking about Simon Riley who uses his kids as weights for him to lift while working out. Just for fun. He likes hearing his kids laugh and giggle. Simon Riley who gets hella annoyed when your family/extended family buys so much crap for the kids. "The bloody hell they need this for? Don't we already have the damn pool outside!?" Simon looked down at the huge box in their living room, it was a goddamn bouncy house for the little ones. "I dunno Si. We can put it in the frontyar-" "WE ALREADY HAVE THE BALL PIT OUTSIDE!"

Never really celebrated his birthday before meeting you. You started giving him presents, taking him out, and taking him back to hotels (or your home) to ride him til' dawn. Now that you have little ones you all plan a small birthday party for him since he's old and grumpy. You give him one of his favorite desserts, have all the kids pile on him, and show him some love it resulted in him counting to 5 before chasing them all down while you record all of it.

Will fantasize about what life could've been like if his family were still here with him, what it could've been like if they had lived long enough to meet you. He's sure his Mother and Nephew would've loved you, and his brother would tease him n' say something like, "Now you know how it feels, it ain't as bad as you thought huh?" He wished to God he'd get to experience that in another lifetime. In my world, he doesn't celebrate Christmas and we know damn well why. If he's been with you for a long time he'll find a way to make something for you to make it special or he'll buy you something you mentioned wanting a few weeks or months back. But don't expect him to place a big ass tree in his apartment. If you manage to convince him to buy a tree he'll buy it and maybe a few ornaments he likes but the rest you're buying. Riley totally tore that bitch up and trust me, he tried to stop her but it was too early in the morning for that and he didn't want the tree anyways so he just sighs, puts some tea on the kettle grabs his reading glasses and his favorite book, and just relaxes on the couch as his military dog is tearing up your 350$ Christmas tree. "Jesus fucking Christ what happened in here!?" You stumbled over an ornament as you walked into the living room. Simon was chilling peacefully on the couch as Riley held a broken branch in her mouth and they both looked as if there wasn't a shit tone of ornaments and small pieces of the tree everywhere. It looked like a cluster fuck in your living room. "Tree became a chew toy," Simon mumbled. "I can see that.. And you didn't stop her?!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Tried to, then it fell and I gave up," Simon took a sip of his tea and turned a page of the book he was reading. "Oh for fucks sake Simon.." You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the wall. He glanced up at you from the couch with an amused smile and looked back down at his book. "...This is what happens when we don't listen to Simon says-" "I'm kicking you and Riley out." You cut him off.

I see this man with an uncut shave because he's too lazy for that shit, however, if he notices he has a whole ass fucking jungle down there he'll trim it and then leave it alone for another 5 months. A solid 7 inches when soft and hard. Girth? Lots of it. Saggy balls. The type of man who doesn't notice when you get something done (hair, nails, etc). When you ask him if he notices anything different he'll immediately look at your ass to see if those squats did you any good. Speaking of your ass he loves your ass. Flat or thick he's smacking it when he casually walks past you. If you're plus-sized or just thicc it's even better. Don't ever bend over with this man in your perimeter. And it's even worse when you're in front of him and walking up the stairs cause he's staring hard at it. When you bend over he's smacking it, groping it, caressing it, and if he's really bold he's sneaking a quick hump against it. It's all shits and giggles till he's in that position. And you never hold back either. Now he doesn't trust walking up the stairs in front of you because you won't stop poking his ass and he hates it he loves you anyways. Call him daddy and he's not gonna speak or look at you for the rest of the day. You've made him spiritually nauseous good job. HE'S A BODY MAN BUT IN MY WORLD HE'S A THIGH AND TUMMY MAN! Also, I can see him being obsessed with ya nipple piercings if you ever got them. But nipple piercings are one thing, a genital piercing IS ANOTHER THING. Mutual masturbation is a must on the weekend mornings. He'll wake you up with pepper kisses to your neck while his hand is rubbing your tummy, when you wake up he'll gradually run his hands over your chest and pinch your nipple before moving his hand down to caress your arousal. He sucks the skin on your shoulder and neck to pleasure you and when you turn over to stroke his already hardened cock, he groans and moves his hips to slowly thrust his cock along your hand while his fingers slowly speed up. Now imagine his groans + his morning voice. This man loves you with every fiber of his being and tries his very best to make sure you know he loves you no matter what, so don't even think about asking him if he'll still love you as a worm. He'll keep you safely tucked in the pocket of his shirt and feed you noodles. He doesn't give two shits if you're hairy, plus-sized, or "unattractive". He'll cross the Amazon or even Antarctica to eat your ass I'm just saying. Don't protest or even speak, just bend over and let him have fun with his beautiful partner.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #Simon Riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon riley mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #This totally wasn't sitting in my drafts for over a month. #Definitely not. #Letters keep glitching for whatever reason so if you see one just ignore it-

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Dancing On Your Heartstrings

Chapter 1

Ranveer POV

"Ranveer Kashyap. Sweet name, by the way."

Ranveer turned to face the boy －the eternally exhausting, exasperating boy－ and said, "Hindi bol le, angrez ki aulad."

Raghav put down his coke and feigned hurt, placing a hand above his heart. "Aap mujhe aisa kaise keh sakte hain?" he said in a dramatically British accent. 

For the nth time that day, Ranveer sighed. Why did he ever think this could work out? No- Why did the principal think this could work out. He and Raghav could never work together. The boy was simply too… draining. He was a goddamned vampire dressed in neon jackets that sucked your life force out of you. Two days with him and Ranveer was already thinking of getting a prescription of migraine meds. 

"The competition is in two weeks, Raghav. And we haven't even choreographed yet!" 

Raghav, however, didn't seem the slightest bit pressed. "So? We can choreograph in two days, practice for ten days, rehearse on the last two days. Easy."

Ranveer wanted to grab him by the neck and shove his face into chullu bhar paani. "Easy? Easy!? Easy hogi meri chappal. Tu do minute cooperate to kar. Main akela thodi kar lunga ham dono ka dance choreograph?"

"Arey bas, yaar. Chill kar na thoda. See, main kathak se related kuch choreograph karta hu, tu hip hop jaisa kuch dhundh. Dono ke genres intermix to karke kuch dynamic banate hai."

"Dynamic to apna ban jayega. Pata bhi hai BCPA ki team ne kab ki preparations shuru kar di? Aur tune aaj ka pura din waste karwa diya. Na kuch kiya na karne diya," Ranveer grumbled, shoving his feet into his shoes. He shouldered his bag and walked out of the practice room. After waiting for a while, he noticed Raghav was still in the room. "Chaliye, maharaj. Mujhe is room ko lock karke warden ko keys bhi deni hai."

Raghav was rooted in his place. This guy was just one weird thing after another. His coffee-brown curls really looked like a bird's nest after a whole another day of goofing around and doing no real practice. His face had a thoughtful expression, eyes squinting, gazing into the distance. "Oye!" Ranveer called out to him. Then, he seemed to come back to his senses. 

For some reason, there was a slight tint of redness on his cheeks. Perhaps from exhaustion. Maybe being stupid did make you tired, Ranveer had thought idiots never ran out of energy. 

"Listen," Raghav called out. Ranveer quirked up an eyebrow. "You want to practise right? Come to my house. I don't have any siblings, to koi pareshan bhi nahi karega. We can look up dance moves and choreograph together."

Ranveer wanted to refuse, but when he actually considered it, it wasn't that bad of an idea. Begrudgingly, he replied, "Okay."

Raghav flashed him a grin, showing his pretty teeth that Ranveer was always so tempted to break. 

Once again, Ranveer sighed. "Ab maharaj baahar aayenge ya aapke liye paalki bulai jaae?"

• • • 

It was five pm when the bell to the patil household rang.

"Aati hu!" chimed in a woman's voice from inside the house. Not long after, the door opened. 

It was Mrs Patil, Raghav's mother, probably. She looked at him, head to toe, from his sleek black hair, to the slight stubble on the dark skin of his face. Shit, should he have shaved? Was she judging him? He was already going mad overthinking. But then Mrs Patil tilted her head and asked, "Ranveer?" 

Oh, she has never seen me before. That's why. Ranveer smiled and nodded, earning a warm smile from Mrs Patil too. She had benevolent-looking eyes and deep dimples. So that's where Raghav got them from. Ranveer had always thought he got them from his father, since he looked so much like the man. 

"Arey, andar aao na, beta. Raghav told me you would come today. Do you want chai?"

Ranveer took the corner seat of the sofa and looked around. Mrs Patil hadn't waited for his answer and was already pouring a cup of chai for him. "Thank you," he said and took the cup she handed him.

"If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, beta. Raghav bhi aata hi hoga."

With that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Ranveer sipped on his chai and cursed himself for not asking her for her name. Now he'll have to be stuck calling her "Mrs Patil" or "Aunty".

Thought the word aunty wouldn't suit her. Despite her age, she had the sort of radiance in her that many women seemed to lack. Until now, Ranveer couldn't place a name on it, but now he realised that he had seen the same untiring energy in Raghav. He had only met Raghav's father, because he also taught at their college. So he had connected all the dots about him to his father and filled in the blank spaces, the things he didn't know about them, with his imagination. 

It had been easy, both him and his father were equally energetic. Though the teacher knew how to keep a class in check, and Raghav didn't even know how to keep himself in check.

But now he realised, Raghav was much more like his mother than his father. In only a few seconds, his mother had made Ranveer recall Raghav so many times you'd think he was in love with him, thinking of him every few seconds and all.

Ranveer pushed the intrusive thought out of his mind. Phew, his mind could be a weird place. Especially when he was drinking chai with this much masala. He was pretty sure he was tasting mulethi, and he'd never had mulethi in chai before. Weird, weird family and their weird, weird chai habits. 

He was finished with his cup when the door sprung open. Raghav, who didn't even have the common sense of not calling someone to his home when he's not even at home himself, grinned at him and threw his bag beside him. "I'll go wash my face. You can wait for me in my room."

Ranveer went to put his cup in the kitchen sink, but he couldn't stop the heat in his cheeks from seeing the grin on Raghav's face. One look at him and Ranveer's own brain betrayed him, replaying that same intrusive thought for some reason. 

Weird. 

#dancing on your heartstrings #madhav ke lekh

[cevans-is-classic]

"Take the helmet off!" Your voice was muffled through the door and the rush of water. 

Djarin slumped against the sink. 

"Din Djarin. Take the helmet off. Sit down and relax." 

With one deep, heavy breath, he pulled the helmet off and felt sweat trail down his neck, soaking into his shirt. 

"Knock if you did it." 

He knocked. 

"Good. Clean up, stay in there as long as you'd like, and knock twice to let us know when you're coming out. I'll have the broth ready by then, and the med Droid will be here with the medicine." 

He knocked again and then looked up. 

Seeing himself is always a surreal occurrence. He forgets the color of his eyes, the slope of his nose, the dip of his upper lip. He needed to shave and needed to clean himself, but all he could do was stare at the dark circles under his eyes and frown. 

"A cold." His voice rumbled, gravelly, aching as he talked, "Dank Ferrick." That hurt.

With slow, unsteady movements, he peeled the rest of his coverings off. Hissing when the fabric slid over his skin. 

The warmth from the bath was helping him breathe some, but the dizzy feeling made it hard to appreciate. 

It took you two days to convince him to take some time for himself and another day for Grogu to detach from his side so he could have some time to himself. 

Poor kid. 

He slid into the bath and groaned. His joints ached, his back hurt, the space between his toes was sensitive, and he swears his hair hurts too. 

"Manbaby." You rolled your eyes at him, "You're not dying." 

He knew that. 

Didn't mean he liked it.

Closing his eyes, he drifted in and out of awareness — the warm water loosening his tense muscles, the steam easing the ache of his throat and suffocating tightness in his chest. 

You'd put herbs in the water, something strong smelling, it filled his nostrils and curled in his lungs to soothe him further into the bath. 

Okay, you might have had a point to this 'me time' thing.

Pedro Masterlist

#djarin grogu and galaxy #din djarin x you #din djarin snippet #din grogu #din djarin x reader #the mandolorian #pedro pascal

[wrathkitty]

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Snippet from chapter 19

He lifts the helmet from his head, sets it aside, and turns to confront his reflection in the mirror. 

Dank farrik, he needs a haircut. 

He leans in to take a closer look at himself, frowning. All things considered, it could be worse. Split lip, and he’s got the beginnings of a black eye, but it’ll be dark and you won’t see, and the blood and grime will be easy to clean. But should he wash off or use the sonic? And shaving, when was the last time he shaved – 

Why is he even thinking about something as stupid as shaving! He told you he’d be a few minutes, and he’s already wasted, what, one minute – oh fuck it’s already been three —

He quickly concludes that anything that has touched the same air as Kaba Baiz needs to go in the sonic, his person included. As for what to put back on…

He releases the fasteners on his cuirass, thinking hard. His base layers are short sleeved. You are wearing short sleeves, and you have asked him to hold you in bed. The thought of touching your arms with his bare hands is intoxicating; any more mutually exposed skin and…

Shuddering, he hauls himself into the shower and starts peeling everything off. 

There is a reason he has always avoided sharing a bed. You never knew – you had left for the Cantina by then, thank God – but one single night spent lying beside you had resulted in a wet dream so vivid that he had woken up rutting the mattress. 

Part of the problem was simply being long overdue for release – raising Grogu did not lend itself to much time spent alone, and during the rare instances he found himself alone, he usually was too tired to entertain thoughts of anything other than sleep. But for a man accustomed to ignoring his baser instincts, that morning in Mos Eisley had left him shaken, nearly to the point of paranoia.

Din grimly looks down at the pile of clothing at his feet. The sonic’s as good as a disinfectant, but every fiber in his flight suit seems imbued with death, and he doesn’t have a spare.

Does that make me a monster?

He winces, remembering the torture in your eyes. He can’t wear the flight suit. He just can’t. He’ll just have to wear his base layers and stay awake till morning, which won’t be a problem because right now he is so keyed up that he will be awake until the day he dies.

Short Debts Make Long Friends - An overeducated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

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#thar be smut ahead #fucking finally #pun intended #slow burn still applies though #din djarin x reader #mando x reader #din x reader #mando x original female character #short debts make long friends #din djarin x female reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #baby yoda

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 01/21/2024

Hey Nerdie! How has your week been?

I’ve been good. It snowed, twice. Snow is for Hallmark movies. I hate cleaning my car off and digging out. Very much hate driving in it, felt like a stunt driver. 🤣

Wow…That’s a lot. Um, thanks for sharing?

I know, you didn’t ask all that. I overshare. It’s my jam. In addition to odd humor, innuendos and food jokes. Many food jokes. 😎

That is very on brand for you. The pickle is gone. We’re thankful. 🥹 What did you read this week?

I've been trying to work through different lists I have but I get them confused - most of the time. 😵‍💫 A quick list:

Locked out of Heaven by @fhatbhabie (Dieter Bravo)

A Baker's Dozen - Nine by @avastrasposts (Pero Tovar)

His Little Hawk by @iamskyereads (Pero Tovar)

the art of shaving by @lunaselena (Marc Spector)

isn't it by @undercoverpena (Din Djarin)

Lunch @javierpena-inatacvest (Javier Pena)

PMAMC 2024 Challenge Masterlist (haven't finished it yet - has a multitude of Pedro characters) organized by @wannab-urs

A Work of Art by @boliv-jenta (Lucien Flores)

Expensive by @laurfilijames (Raymond from 'The Gentlemen")

I read a lot but I feel like I'm missing some. 🤨

What did you put out this week?

...You heard that right?

We did, we regretted it as soon as we said it. Just answer the question.

I have no idea if I post a lot or a little. Maybe too much? I have no clue. Some of what I did was organization and grouping.

Drops of Sugar Masterlist (Joel Miller)

Weddings 101 with Dieter Masterlist (Dieter Bravo)

The Mercenary and his Witch (Pero Tovar - part of PMAMC 2024)

Watch me and Touch it Quierda (Santiago Garcia)

Filthy Hooligans (Lucian Flores)

Don't know what you mean (Tim Rockford)

Geez Nerdie, do you do anything besides work and fanfiction?

It's a way of life. Not for the weak. I also don't have a lot going on so I need to keep occupied somehow. 🤓

I also am trying out some temporary tattoos to see if like the placement. I would like to get a tattoo this year. 🥳

Anything else Nerdie? You always have lots of things planned.

Nothing for now. I have to finish some other WIPs I've been working on. Slowly but there has been progress.

Until next time!

Stay warm, stay safe, hydrate!

Love Nerdie 💕

#Weekend update #Nerdie may have done some work #Maybe #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Nerdie fic rec #dieter bravo #din djarin #joel miller #lucian flores #Tim rockford #pero tovar #santiago garcia #marc spector #Raymond smith #the gentlemen #javier peña #food jokes

[leiainhoth]

Woodworker Din meta

AND THE DIN VERSION, HELL YEAH

If he had the choice, and was under no external influence, he'd wear the same pair of jeans, same t-shirt and same zip-up hoodie 24/7

he also has reading glasses, and can't drive without wearing sunglasses, oftentimes the round lenses Luke keeps in the front console of the Subaru

Luke taught him how to surf when they first moved in together, and the sight of Luke pulling off his wetsuit did things to his psyche he hasn't quite been able to forget

His favourite movie is the Sound of Music, and they watch it together on his birthday every year

He's an amateur photographer and often takes his camera out with them on hikes; photographing Luke just as often as the nature around him

He's not a picky eater, but he prefers familiar foods and recipes over fancier choices.

His favourite restaurant in town is a fish and chips shop right on the bay

He started making a canoe out of a felled tree on their property four or so years ago, and when he's feeling meditative, he goes out and works on it

Din cuts Luke's hair, and also taught him how to shave with a straight blade

Their tools are organized on peg boards, and are all kept in perfect working order at all times. The electrical components of their hand tools and small appliances are checked on a regular basis.

His toolbelt is one of the last tangible things he has of his father

But his tools are his adoptive mother's. She was a machinist

He met the Naberrie's all at the same time, sort of by accident.

And he just like

Yearns with a capital Y from afar until Leia takes pity on him

and they've been besties ever since.

One Christmas, Din said that he liked puffer vests and henley's

and that's all Anakin's bought him ever since

so over the years, DIn's wardrobe has grown to resemble the MEC menswear catalogue

he's got the Patagonia quarter zips in like

four colours

he has the hiking backpacks, the fancy knives

but he prefers the carefully kept hunting knife his father gave him over the rest and keeps it tucked in the trunk of the Subaru just in case

he's a man who speaks with his hands

and before he admits his love for Luke, he just... did things for him

he got him tea, makes sure he eats regularly

he fixed the porch swing before Luke noticed it was hanging weird

and the only times he's truly comfortable talking about the Big Stuff

that is

anything bigger than dishes and laundry and when high tide comes

he needs his hands occupied so he can speak his mind

he's loved Luke since he was sixteen

#dinluke #din djarin/luke skywalker #din djarin #alberta dinluke christmas au #dinluke christmas au #meta post

[grogusmum]

THRO-BACK THURSDAY FIC RECS! (8/3/23)

Here we are my first week of Thro-back fics!

This is not all the ric recs I got, so if I didn't get to yours, know that I will!!

Remember y'all, the point of this is to spread some love with comments and reblogs!! So feel free to bookmark this collection in your likes, but when you read a fic from it- please show that fic some love!!! REBLOG!

So many gorgeous fic to read-

Not Alone Enough @pebblesmustard gorgeous hurt/comfort type piece featuring Jack Daniel's x omc!Mateo. As I said in my comment on my reblog of the fic- I want to gather up Mateo and help mend his heart, but he has a much more capable cowboy already on the job. I hope I get to read more of these to some day!

Eyes Open by @radiowallet

We've got another Marcus Moreno x ofc fic in the house!!

I'm so glad this was recced, because it's something I've been meaning to start. I've only just read the first chapter because I want to get to everyone's rec if I can, so I've only gotten the table set, but Cat has me hooked right away! I love the dynamic between the pair. Our ofc, Amy, is a fun pair of shoes to step in. I can't wait to read more!

Okay next we've got one I've read, actually, and I'm so glad to see it again!

Not a Monster, Not Alone by @beecastle , it's a fix it fic with Ellie and Sam, and I'm guessing you know what's being fixed here!

This is what they derserved!

Here is another that I've read and love to death- happy to give it a fic rec bump from my one of my favorite persons and my favorite writer @oonajaeadira

This Will Be The Day That I Spy with Jack Daniels x chemist!f!reader

As always Adirela brings her secret sauce and slathers it all over this over the top cowboy and just makes my heart yearn!!

As I said, when I read it the first time, I love this cowboy smooth and sweet as pulled taffy!

Oh!! THE BANTER! It can not go unsung! This is top-notch banter.

Last but certainly not least is a pair of fics by @yourcoolauntie featuring my space husband Din Djarin x f!Reader

The descriptions I this fic are beautiful, but y'all let me just say-

Kitchen shave and haircut... Kitchen. Shave. And. Haircut.

For a heartbroken Din in need of comfort and care.

Please, my gumdrop heart! (Plus, some grade A smut!)

An Act of Grace

Something Divine

#hazels thro back thursday fic recs #pedro pascal #fic recs #din djarin x f!reader #jack daniels x f!reader #ellie and sam #ellie williams #jack daniels x omc #marcus moreno x ofc

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Bunny

Eddie wants to spend the night

Part 1: Ballistic

Part 4: Vecna’s Curse

Masterlist

Cheerleader!Harrington!Reader

Reader is 18, late birthday, I promise you Eddie did not think about her as anything other than a little cheerleader sheep before meeting in the woods.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff. Eddie sneaks in through the window. Fingering. Oral (female receiving). Eddie calls you Bunny. He teases your bedroom a little. He sneaks in. More like breaks in. He’s just chilling on your bed when you get out of the shower sorry not sorry. Cuddling afterwords. Eddie loves to cuddle this is not a discussion. Mentions of being used for sex.

Idk how many words… it’s a lot

After going up to your room you decided to wait until dinner to shower or anything, so until then you focused on your homework, your bedroom window slightly cracked so you could hear the insects chirping outside on the branches, and the squirrels skipping between branches, the breeze calming your nerves a bit.

Your bliss, however, was cut short by the sound of that stupid god damn clock again. Frustrated, you stood up and went over to your window, as if the sound was coming from outside. You were so focused on trying to find the source of the chime, when Steve started pounding his hands on your door as if he was dribbling a basketball before shoving your door open and peaking in, you jumped nearly ten feet in the air. “Y/N/N. Din-“ he stopped mid sentence frowned seeing your frazzled state. “You okay?”

You blinked a couple times, rubbing your chest to regulate your heart as you nodded. “Yeah, freakazoid. You know you graduated, right? Your dribble knock got old years ago, anyway.” You nudged his shoulder and closed your door as the two of you went to eat dinner, unfortunately your parents’ presence made it incredibly awkward, the two of them trying to act like real parents by asking how your weeks were and then scolding you on your one C and Steve on.. pretty much anything they could find. You felt bad for Steve, sure he didn’t try very hard to get much approval, but that was a result of trying for so long and never getting the respect he craved and deserved, eventually he decided the love, approval, and respect he got from you, Dustin, Nancy, and the whole gang was enough.

When they weren’t doing that, they were constantly talking over the both of you, interrupting with an unrelated topic or just outright saying something condescending about what either of you had said.

After dinner you and Steve had managed to talk your way out of doing the dishes and you went upstairs to take a shower while Steve went upstairs to do… whatever he does when he’s alone. After getting your clothes and getting the shower to the right temperature, you get in, washing and shaving what needed to be shaved.

After finishing your show you dried and brushed your hair before getting dressed and stepping out of your bathroom and into your bedroom, you turned around and jumped, covering your mouth as you yelled. “Eddie?!” You whispered, staring at the lanky man, ankles crossed, his hands wrapped gently around Willis the Wabbit, your eyes widened more when you saw the bunny. “Wh- ho-“ your eyes shot over to your window, now wide open. “What are you doing here?” You rushed over and locked your bedroom door, since obviously Steve has a problem with not opening a door without permission. Before he could speak you noticed his dark boots contrasting against the off white of your comforter.

“You’re getting dirt on my blanket. How am I going to explain that?” You squinted at him a little, watching as he glanced at his boots and then back to you. He lifted his hands, poor defenseless Willis held lightly in one before Eddie set him down to take his boots off.

As soon as Willis was free from his grasp you picked him up and set him on your nightstand, leaned against your lamp. You sat down beside Eddie as he tugged his boots off and set them down, and you thanked whatever god was out there that he didn’t just drop them.

“Anyway.” Eddie leaned back on his elbows. “Well.. you said you were having nightmares. That one you explained earlier sounded fucking terrifying… so I decided we’re going to have a sleepover.” He grinned like he was a genius… which he was..

Your cheeks went bright red and you scoffed, shifting shyly. “W- you decided? What makes you think you can decide to break into my room for a slumber party?” You squinted slightly, ignoring the flutter in your heart at the thought of him doing this for the sake of your comfort.

“You sure you didn’t want me to? I mean… you kept my bandana, you told me about the nightmares. You sure you didn’t just want another reason to see me again?” Eddie smirked a little and your cheeks flushed as you nudged him. “Yeah, right, Munson. I washed your bandana. It’s in my closet, dry. I forgot it.” You leaned on your elbow, body turned to face him. How the hell did he know that?! You stared at him for a moment. Blink twice if you can hear me. You thought really hard, at least… as hard as you could. Thankfully, he didn’t, and you felt a massive weight lift off your chest. Until…

“Cute jammies.” Eddie smirked and played with the bottom of your frilly, floral pajama top, eyes falling to the matching short shorts. “They match your little bunny’s bow.” He turned and grabbed poor Willis off your nightstand again, holding him between the two of you, smirking at you when he saw your cheeks flush and you shift your position. You hesitated before reaching forward. “Leave Willis out of this.” You set him on the nightstand behind you rather than the one behind Eddie, and watched as his eyebrow shot up and he chuckled. “Willis?” He smirked and glanced at the bunny behind you. “His name is Willis? Cute.” He teased. “Shut up..” you shoved his shoulder lightly, laughing softly.

After looking at eachother for what felt like eternity, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his lightly, closing your eyes. He seemed a little surprised but it melted away quickly and he was moving one hand to grip your waist, gently pulling you closer to him. Soon enough he was laying you back on the bed, hovering over you as one hand held himself up, the other starting to roam as his lips made their way down your jaw.

“Eddie- we can’t- Steve’s bedroom is right next door.” You mumbled, glancing at the conjoining wall briefly. Eddie chuckled softly and leaned back. “Yeah. I know. I almost snuck into his room instead.” You laughed softly and shook your head as you covered your face briefly. “Oh my god.” You uncovered your face and looked up at him.

Eddie’d watched you go in the house, and then watched which light had come on before leaving, as soon as he pulled up outside of his and his uncle’s trailer he put the van in reverse and went back to your house instead of going in, deciding he didn’t want you to be alone in case you had another nightmare. When he got back the bedroom lights were off and he couldn’t remember which one had turned on, so, going on blind faith, he climbed up the side of the house and eased one of the windows up. Just as he was getting the window up the door swung open and the light turned on and Steve was walking in.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he panicked, hands stretched out by his sides as he looked side to side frantically before falling flat and crawling until he saw periwinkle paint and a… John Cusack poster? He snorted a little and nudged the window open, crawling in with a grunt, his foot almost getting caught before he went over to the bed. He grabbed the small bunny off your bed, grinning as he flipped its ears around, waiting for you to get back from whatever you were doing.

“Almost shit myself when he opened the door. Thought he saw me.” Eddie chuckled, his hand sliding along the waistband of your shorts slowly, slowly untying the shorts before pressing his lips to yours again. You held the kiss for a moment, your lips just moving together before your tongues finally slipped and tangled together, pulling a soft moan from the bottom of your throat. “Besides… didn’t you say you were having trouble getting to sleep also?” He whispered, smirking a little. “I know something that can solve that.”

The two of you kissed like this for a moment before you noticed Eddie kept glancing over towards Willis. “What..?” You mumbled softly, following his eyes. “I feel like Willis is judging me.” He whispered, lifting out of the kiss a bit, making you laugh and shake your head.

“Willis is not judging you, Eddie.” You shook your head fondly. “Well.. regardless.. look away, Willis.” he reached over and gently laid Willis down so his beady black eyes were against the nightstand. “There.” He turned back to you and pressed his lips to yours again, you couldn’t help but let out another soft laugh as your lips molded together.

A moan fell past your lips again as Eddie’s hand massages you over your shorts, your eyes fluttering as your legs slid apart. He hummed softly, kissing your neck gently, and when he latched his lips around the side of your neck and started to suckle you panicked and tugged his hair lightly. “N-No marks.” You whispered softly.

He huffed but obeyed and went back to just kissing and licking over your neck, massaging you over your shorts slowly before his hand trailed up and then slipped inside your shorts, a groan slipping out of his lips as he felt that you didn’t have any panties on.

“Thought it felt… a little bare down here.” He teased, sliding his middle finger between your folds and rubbing slow circles over your clit. “Little Bunny sleeping with no panties?” He teased softly, raising a brow at you. His smirk darkening when he saw your cheeks darken and felt you get wetter.

“You like being called Bunny?” Eddie hummed, leaning in to kiss and lick along your neck, pulling another shudder and moan from your throat. “Yeah, you do.” He chuckled softly, rubbing your clit slowly as he focused on your neck, making sure not to leave any marks as you panted softly above him. Your hands were gripping his shoulders now, keeping him close to you as your eyelids fluttered when he eased a finger into you. “Eddie…” you whispered softly, just for the sake of saying his name, saying something.

“Aw I know. You’re not gonna quit on me now, are you?” Eddie teased, thrusting the finger into you slowly as he looked down into your eyes, one hand rubbing your cheek while he fucked you with his finger, eventually sliding a second one in beside it, causing you to gasp and grip his arms tightly, whining softly when he just kept his hand still. “… god damn you’re tight.” Eddie mumbled, leaning back a little to look down at his fingers buried inside you, his rings pushing against your hole but not pushing in. “Please, Eddie..” you mumbled softly

Eddie leaned in and nipped your bottom lip lightly. “Please what?” He whispered softly, slightly curling his fingers but otherwise not moving them, his lips twitching as he watched your hips jerk and a sharp moan rip through you. “M-move your fingers. Please.” You pouted and looked up at him, shifting a little to try and get some much needed friction.

“Aww what’s wrong, Bunny?” Eddie pouted cutely, mocking your expression as he tilted his head. “You can’t be patient? Can’t just let me feel the inside of this pretty pussy?” He purred softly, curling his fingers again for emphasis as he slid down your body.

“W- I- please, Eds.” You looked down at him and shifted a little. “But you’re so pretty when you beg.” Eddie leaned forward and licked your clit slowly, causing you to gasp and cover your mouth as a particularly loud moan slipped, your eyes shooting over to the door and willing no one to knock on it before you let yourself look down at Eddie and focus on what he was doing.

“But… since you asked nicely.. and I did say earlier that you deserve a reward for being such a good little cheerleader…” Eddie hummed softly and started thrusting his fingers slowly into you, leaning in to suck gently on your clit, closing his eyes as you let out another moan, your head falling back against your pillows as one hand gripped his arm and the other tangled lightly in his ear.

Eddie was really going all in, fingers so deep inside you that you were almost positive his rings were going to push past your rim before he added a third and final finger and curled the three of them up particularly hard. You yelped and moaned loudly as your back arched, the sound being cut off by Eddie’s hand coming up to cover your mouth, chuckling against your pussy before he started sucking on your clit eagerly again, his eyes closed as he focused on fucking you with his fingers and practically swallowing your clit.

Your eyes fluttered as you moaned into his hand, gently holding onto his arm as your hips started to rock against his mouth and fingers, moaning happily into his hand, thankful you’d turned the music up as you gazed down at him, eyes hooded as you took in the way he ground his hips down into the bed, fingers moving thrusting and curling inside you, reaching up and massaging your gspot as he sucked and licked your clit. If you had the brain function to focus hard enough you probably would’ve noticed he was spelling something with his tongue, his name specifically.

You whimpered weakly when he lifted his mouth off your clit and leaned up to look down at you, mouth glistening with your slick. “You look so pretty, Bunny.” He whispered softly, his thumb massaging your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. “Spread out and moaning for me~” he purred, kissing you deeply, and then diving back down between your legs before you could conjure up a response.

“Eds~” you whined softly, reaching down to tangle both hands in his hair this time, your eyes rolling back for a second. Eddie seemed to melt at the nickname, his hips rocking down against your mattress as he slid his fingers out, and then his tongue in immediately. “Oh fuck.” You yelped, his hand coming up to cover your mouth again, his slick covered hand massaging your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, looking up at you over your mound, a very obvious smirk on his face.

“Jesus… Christ.” You moaned, arching your back and rocking your hips against his tongue, breathing heavily as he slid two fingers under his tongue and curled them, massaging your walls with his fingers while he thrusted his tongue inside you, when he curled his tongue up it grazed your gspot, the pink muscle just long enough to reach it and add a little pressure. Your eyes widened a bit and you looked down at him quickly. “W-was that… was that your tongue?” You mumbled frantically, swallowing thickly as he chuckled and nodded against your pussy, mumbling a soft. “Uh-huh.”

“… Jesus Christ..” you whispered before dropping your head back against the pillows again, bringing his hand over your mouth again to cover your progressively louder moans. You rocked into his mouth and fingers eagerly, moaning happily into his hand as he continued to massage your insides with his fingers and tongue, his his thumb reaching around to massage your clit. Thank God for guitar players.

You started to feel yourself getting close, that familiar knot tightening in your stomach until, finally, when Eddie pulled his tongue out of you, pushed a third finger in and curled them all against your gspot and then took your clit into his mouth and sucked hard, the knot snapped and you were cumming, moaning loudly into Eddie’s hand, his grip tightening to muffle it a little more as you creamed on his fingers, your legs shaking as you chanted his name into his hand over and over.

Eddie, ever the people pleaser, continued sucking on your clit and massaging your gspot, looking up at you as he hummed softly, and the simple sound and sight of you cumming so hard for him, chanting a mixture of his name and nonsense babbles had him cumming in his pants, groaning happily as his hips stuttered against your bed, when you started to whimper and nudge him away he pulled away and slowly eased his fingers out, leaning up and kissing you softly.

“You did so good, Bunny.” He whispered softly, peppering you in soft kisses before pulling away to lick his fingers clean, humming softly before kissing your neck, pulling you close. When you reached down towards his jeans he gently grabbed your hands and shook his head. “I’m good.” He chuckled softly, pecking your lips gently, his cheeks flushed at the confession.

You blushed bright red and widened your eyes as you looked down briefly. “Really..?” You whispered softly, looking back up at his face as he nodded. “Yeah..” he chuckled softly and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re so hot when you cum… and you sound so pretty.. I couldn’t help it, Bunny.” He purred, kissing you softly before you tried to shy away.

“Aww come on don’t be shy. You weren’t so shy a minute ago.” He teased, tickling your sides gently before starting to mimic your moans. “Oh, Eds~ yes, Eddie~ right there-” he moaned dramatically, cutoff by you covering his mouth, face the color of a tomato. “Shh someone’s gonna hear you.” You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around him gently, nuzzling his chest.

Eddie smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Here.” He got up and went into your connected bathroom, come back with a damp rag to clean you up before tugging his jeans down to do the same to himself. You blushed deeply seeing the wet patch in his boxers, turning your face into your pillow as you smiled to yourself before grabbing your clothes to put them back on. Once you had your clothes back on and Eddie cleaned the cum off his boxers the best he could, he slid into your bed and pulled you close to him.

You curled into him and took a deep breath as you bit your lip. “You uh… that’s not.. why you came here right? I mean.. I know I kissed you but..” you wouldn’t look at him, licking at his shirt.

“What? No.” Eddie shook his head. “I came with the full intention of distracting you and cuddling with you.” He looked down at you. “When you kissed me… the doors just kinda opened.” He chuckled awkwardly. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head and looked up at him quickly. “Don’t be.” You smiled softly. “I just… you know I’ve been… used like that before so I guess I automatically think that now.” You laughed awkwardly.

Eddie smiled softly and kissed your forehead gently. “It’s okay.” He shook his head. “You don’t have to worry about that with me, though. As if I’d screw up landing you.” He grinned cheekily and bit his lip. “You’re kinda awesome… and sweet… and adorable…” his eyes shifted over to Willis before he reached over and grabbed him, setting the bunny on his chest in front of you. “And you have Willis here. Who is… admittedly a little creepy with his beady little eyes. But otherwise adorable with your matching pajamas.” He poked your side.

You giggled a little and nudged him lightly as you laughed softly. “Shut up.” You rolled your eyes fondly before wrapping your arms around him and relaxing into him. “Thanks for coming over.” You mumbled. “… nice to have someone warm next to me.” You yawned.

Eddie smiled softly and rubbed your side gently, his other hand holding your shoulder. “You’re welcome, Bunny.” He said softly, he stayed awake until he was sure you were asleep and weren’t having any nightmares.

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The two of you were woke up the next morning by your alarm clock blaring, the sound of Madonna’s Like a Virgin blaring from your clock. Eddie, still cuddled up with you, rolled away and groaned loudly into the pillow he was on as Steve banged on the conjoining wall. “Shut it off!” They shouted in unison and you immediately slapped you hand against Eddie’s back. “Sh.” You whispered harshly before turning your clock off and sitting up. “You have to go.” You whispered.

Eddie whined into your pillow before rolling onto his back and looking at you, hand on his stomach. “But I don’t wanna.” He pouted cutely. “Why don’t you come back over here. We’ll skip.” He reached out and grabbed the bottom of your shirt.

You laughed lightly and shook your head. “No. Absolutely not. You have to go. There’s a privacy issue in this house.” You grabbed his arms and tried to pull him out of your bed, but he turned the tables and pinned you down with your hands by your head, causing you to yelp, the sound melting into a giggle when he made a ‘scary’ face before pressing his lips to yours softly, his hand sliding from your wrist to cup your jaw.

You let the kiss carry on for a moment, your lips sliding together before you pulled away, shaking your head. “No. I have two tests today, Ed’s. I have to go.” You laughed softly and nudged his chest lightly. He groaned quietly but let you push him away, dropping on your bed and throwing an arm over his eyes before turning in his stomach to watch you get dressed, humming and placing his chin on his folded arms.

After you were dressed it took a little more convincing, and a promise that he could take you to school, before he got out of your bed and got dressed, kissing you again before slipping out the window, making sure to avoid any rooms with open curtains.

You went downstairs quickly and sat down at the table in front of your father, muttering a Goodmorning as you looked past him out the window, just in time to see Eddie narrowly miss being seen by your father when he fell with a thud. You widened your eyes a little and glanced at Steve, who was thankfully too engorged in his pancakes to notice, as he scrambled to stand, dusting leaves out of his hair and holding a thumbs up to you before widening his eyes and bolting just as your dad put his newspaper down and turned to see what the thud was.

You cleared your throat loudly. “I don’t need a ride to school today. Chrissy and I are carpooling with some girls from the squad.” You looked between your dad and Steve. Steve seemed a little suspicious but didn’t say anything, for that, you were grateful. After you ate you grabbed your bag and went outside to Eddie’s van, glancing back at the house before climbing in and kissing him quickly, grinning. “Hi.” You said softly.

Eddie grinned and hummed. “Hi, Bunny.” He said happily before throwing the van in gear and driving to school.

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[foomoosworld]

Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 6 - Cape Isn’t So Stupid Now, Is it?

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Din need to take on a particularly dangerous Imperial Bounty. Din has to enlist the help of Mig Mayfeld, who has had a run in with you on your previous planet and you two hate each other. Mayfeld appears to know things about your past you are keeping from Din which complicates the situation.

MINORS DNI - Actually, this chapter probably only has some fluff and lead up to smut in the next chapter. I wanted to put it all into one chapter but it would have been way too long. Sometimes you gotta push that plot forward so you can write more smut that doesn't confuse the crap out of people.

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The sun was violently beating down that morning on Tatooine which didn’t help your nervous and slightly angry disposition about having to come face to face with Mayfeld again; the man who tried to burn your house down, stole your ship parts, tried to kill you then left you behind on your deadly home planet you had been trying to escape since birth.  Sweat was dripping down your temples and you would occasionally grunt and wipe it with your sleeve in frustration.

“This planet is so hot.”  You complain to Din as the two of you stroll the short distance to the Canteena where you are to meet Mayfeld and Karga Greef , “It’s like my skin won’t stop leaking.  How are you handling this so well?  It must be like an oven under that armor.”  Din simply shrugged.  He had become accustomed to the discomfort that his armor can create and has done battle in far worse environments than Tatooine.

“Try not to think about it.” His advice rings half-heartedly.

“When you tell someone to ‘try not to think about it,’ they just think about it more.” You snap at him with a glare.

“Don’t be a brat.”  Din warns.

As you approach the cantina you see a man with a shaved head, red stubble dressed all in black tactical gear.

“Huh.  He’s a ginger.  I forgot that.”  You grump as the two of you approach. “At least he hates the sun more than I do.”  You sneered.  Din turned his helmet and looked sternly down at you and reiterated, 

“Don’t. Be. A. Brat. I mean it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh.

Mayfeld is leaning against the wall of the cantina as if he didn’t have a care in the world.  He shades his eyes with his hands to get a better look at the two of you as you approach, each foot fall of yours kicking up small clouds of dusty beige sand.

“Mando!” He greets Din with a smile and offers a firm handshake and a pat on his back.  He then turns to you glare at you, “I see your still keeping sketchy company.  You still stripping ships, you swamp rat?” Mayfeld taunts as he sneers at you.

“You still burning down houses?”  You snark.

“Stop it.” Din says calmly but sternly to both of you.  “We need to work together if this is going to succeed.  So whatever rocky past you two have is put behind you as of right now.”

“No problem over here…” Mayfeld shakes his head and raises his hands defensively.

“Fine.”  You grumble, giving in to Din’s order.

The three of you enter the dark cantina and the cool air relieves your skin.

“Thank, maker…”  Mayfeld says wiping the sweat off his brow.  “Us gingers tend to burn up in the sun.”

You snort a muffled laugh and try to hide a vindictive smile and stare straight forward, happy at the misery you predicted Mayfeld was in.  Din looks at you and nudges you angrily in the ribs with an elbow.  “Don’t.”  He warns again quietly and you struggle to stifle your smile.

The band is playing music that is oddly frantic and lively for the morning that every patron is nonchalantly ignoring as they practice grimacing.  Din sees Karga sitting at a table across the room with a droid standing next to him.  He waves you over happily and the three of you slide into chairs at his table, Mayfeld spinning one of the chairs backwards and straddling it.

“Yeah. That makes you look edgier.” You sarcastically snap under your breath and roll your eyes at Mayfeld

“Mando! It’s been a long time!” Karga exclaimed excitedly, “And you bring….” Karga examines your and Mayfeld’s faces, senses the tension between the two of you and is unsure, “Friends?”

“I hear you have a bounty for me.  I thought you were out of the business since becoming High Magistrate.”  Din cuts to the chase.

“I do.”  Karga looks uncomfortably at you and asks, “Why are you dressed so fancy?” looking at your blue summer dress.  You look at him completely emotionless and respond,

“I’m not properly socialized to your standard culture.” You robotically dispel.

“Okay…” Karga nods uncomfortably and decides to keep his conversation to the Mandalorian, “You keep interesting company, Mando.”

“Have I ever not gotten the job done?” Din challenges Kargas questioning of his team member choice.

Karga flicks his eyes from you to him then slowly slides the puck across the table.

“Its a Spice Runner that has been captured by Imperial Guard and is being held in one of their facilities on Hoth.” Karga explains.

“Hoth?” Din questions in surprise, “Why would anyone put a facility on such a frigid, barren planet?  And since when are you interested in Spice Runners if you’re out of the business?”  The pieces weren’t falling together and before Din accepted the bounty puck he wanted to ensure this wasn’t some kind of Imperial trap.

“The Spice runner had set up a factory on Navarro partnering with local pirates for security.  We’ve been trying to get them off our planet for some time but have proven to be a much trickier pest to exterminate than originally calculated.  Without a military or help from the Alliance we had no other choice than to strike up a deal with them when their boss was captured by Imperial Guard.  He’s been selling information to the Alliance on the side; specifically Imperial Facilitiy blue prints, giving the Alliance an upper hand.”  Karga explains.

“Why wouldn’t the Imps just kill him?”  Din querries.

“Because he was also selling information about the Alliance to the Imps.  So they’re trying to get information out of him before they kill him.”

“Playing both sides.”  Din realizes and nods slowly.

“The Imperial facility is on Hoth to dissuade anyone from going there. They tend to keep only high profile prisionera there and is one of the last places anyone would expect them to set up camp.  The Spice Runner’s wife has taken over operations on Nevarro and has offered a large bounty and to move their operations off of Nevarro if you get her husband, Talak Rand, back to her alive.”  Karga concludes.  Din nods thoughtfully then turns to Mayfeld and you to see what your reaction to the job is.  You shift your eyes back and forth between Din and Mayfeld.  You aren’t versed well enough in the politics of the universe as of yet to have a fully formed opinion on how dangerous this could be, but also know you needed the credits.

“Well - “ Mayfeld shrugged, “At least if we go to Hoth we can get out of the sun for awhile.”  He reaches over and grabs the puck.  With that the three of you stand up.

“We’ll find your Spice Runner.”  Din confirms, turns and all three of you walk out of the cantina.

Karga looks up at the droid next to him, “Where does he find these people, G5?”

The droid shifts anxiously.

“It’s probably best not to question such things.” It responds. Karga nods in agreement with a shake of his head and an arch of his brow as he takes a long swig of his blue milk.

………..

The three of you return to The Razor Crest and settle into the cockpit.  Din takes his seat in the pilots chair and Mayfeld flops down in the Copilot seat.  You stand over him with your arms crossed and clear your throat in annoyance.

Mayfeld glares up at you, “Oh… you learned how to fly a ship in the last year I saw you?”  He quips.  “I believe this is a copilot’s chair.”  You snarl your discontent then angrily huff down in the jump seat behind the two of them.  Din begins setting coordinates, pushing buttons and navigates the Razor Crest into space without getting involved between the uncomfortable banter between you and Mayfeld.  The Razor Crest jumps to hyperspace and once it’s flying smoothly Din stands from his seat.

“Take the controls, Mayfeld.  I need to go below deck to run diagnostics on the ships heating and life support systems before we get to Hoth”  Din instructs.  Mayfeld slowly turns his head and glares at you while responding to Din,

“No problem.”

He switches to the Captians seat and you shift and settle into the copilots seat.

“Play nice.” Din leans to your ear and quietly growls at you before he disappears into the back of the ship.

You cross your arms and flick your eyes to Mayfeld.  He swivels his head around to make sure Din is out of ear-shot.

“No tricky stuff or I let Mando know your little secret.” he warns as he reads the navigation charts on a small screen to his left.

“You don’t know anything about me.” You challenge him with a snarl.

“Oh, I did some digging after I left your little hell planet.  I know why your family was exiled from Mandalor and I know exactly what you are.  I doubt Mando will be as forgiving of this situation than I am.  So, best behavior unless you want to find yourself stranded on some shit hole rock on the Outer Rim again.”  He threatens.  Your heart jumps into your chest, suddenly realizing that Mayfeld is currently holding all the cards.

You angrily jolt up from your seat and storm off to find Din.

A cool green glow is reflecting off of his helmet from the console text on the screen in front of him in the dark hallway of the Razor Crest as he checks the screen in the wall against a hand held infopad in his hand.  He appears to not notice you approach from behind him but also doesn’t flinch when you rope your arms around his waste from behind and lean your head against his back.  He continues to check his numbers but embraces your hands that are woven around his waist with one of his.

His helmet tilts slightly back towards you. “I know, Meshla.  It’s not easy.”  He soothes you.

“Is it too early to go to bed together?”  Your whines are muffled as you smush your face into his back in frustration.

“Not now, Charika. There’s too much I need to prepare before we get to Hoth.”

You whine again and angrily slump away from Din.  He sighs, turns around and leans back against the console he was just fixing.

“If you can behave, I’ll have a surprise for you once we catch this bounty.”  He says.

“And if I don’t?” You challenge mischievously stepping into him and angling a smile up at his visor.

“You don’t want to know what I will do to you if you misbehave.”

You let out a small squeal and shake your fists excitedly in front of you.  You turn to go back to your makeshift bed in the cargo hull but let out a yelp as Din gives your ass an unexpected slap as you scurry away.  You turn and giggle at him then disappear to your bed.

Din sighs, turns and goes back to his diagnostics, smiling to himself under his helmet and shaking his head.

A few hours pass and Din finishes his diagnostic review of the ships life support and heating system.  When he is satisfied with the numbers he returns to the cockpit and takes the Captians Chair from Mayfeld.

“So, you met her on Sypar…” Mayfeld breaks the silence.  Din hesitates, unsure if he wants to unfold this conversation with him, then opts for transparency.

“Yes.” He states simply.

“What do you really know about that girl?” Mayfeld baits Din.  Din slightly turns his helmet towards him as he busies himself pushing buttons on the console in front of him.

“All I need to know.”  He grumbles, trying to shut the conversation down.

“Ever asked yourself why she didn’t grow up on Mandalor with her parents?”  Mayfeld lures him.

“It’s not my business.”  Din shuts him down.

Mayfeld shrugs and tries to explain, “I’m just sayin’... a weird feral girl abandoned on a deadly, uninhabited planet seems like a strange bed partner to take without looking into her history.”

Din stays silent to try to avoid the conversation, however, Mayfeld has a point. “What is your point?” He questions, his patience running thin.  Mayfeld leans across the copilots chair towards him and cautiously looks back to make sure you aren’t close by to hear his words.

“Do you know if she’s actually human?”

Din growls under his helmet.

“I have extensive experience.  She’s human.”  He shoots back at him.

“But do you?”  Mayfeld lays his bread crumbs. “There’s creatures out there that can look human, but aren’t.”

Din turns his head, at first in annoyance, but when he glimpses Mayfelds concerned expression he questions his stance.  He tries to push the thought to the back of his mind and looks back out the windscreen at the stars.

“You grow up on Mandalore?”  Mayfeld nods at him, questioningly.

“No. I grew up on Concordia.  A moon of Mandalore.  By the Children Of The Watch.”

“Ah,” Mayfeld leans back, “That explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“Why you don’t know all the history of Mandalore.  I mean, you didn’t even know there were Mandalorians that could remove their helmets until recently.  Ever think there may be something else that was a blind spot in your up-bringing?”

“Say what you mean or be quiet.”  Din roughly orders.

“Maybe take your new arm candy to Bo Katan and ask what she thinks of her.”

Din turns his helmet to Mayfeld.  He knows the expressionless mask will look like a threat of violence if Mayfeld doesn’t shut up, but underneath, his eyes were wide and face was worried.  Why did Mayfeld appear to know more about you than he did?   It took Din everything he could muster to not physically shake off Mayfeld’s words and give his emotional manipulation the upper hand.  Luckily, he was saved by the bell as a beeping commenced signaling they were approaching Hoth.

The cockpit door slides open and you step in, fully clad in leather armor and winter clothes.  Your short waist high cape flowed behind you as you stared at Hoth getting larger by the second as The Razor Crest approached.

“Here we go.”  You nervously exhaled.

“Nice cape.” Mayfeld quipped sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Mayfeld.” you said without tearing your eyes off of the approaching planet.

……………

The Razor Crest swooped down to the glacial ground of Hoth and planted its landing gear with a thud that stirred up clouds of dry snow that spread like mist. Din was the first to exit the hull ramp and survey the frozen tundra.  Mayfeld followed shortly behind him.  Lastly, you stepped out into the frozen winter air and said,

“NOPE.” and immediately turned around to go back into the ship.  However, Din caught the crook of your elbow without even looking and pulled you next to him.  Din pushed some buttons on his helmet and scanned the horizon until he found the small Imperial building.

“It’s smaller than I thought it would be.”  He said.

“Yeah,” Mayfield said, “Don’t let that fool you.  The building is small but I can guarantee you there are numerous troopers stationed.  If anything, be scared that they feel they only had to build a small structure to have their prisoners secured. It means they’re ready for us.”

“We can’t use speeder bikes.”  You state, “They’ll hear them and see them against the snow immediately.  That means we’re walking.”

“Oh… good….’ Mayfield starts with his words already dripping with sarcasm, “More time to spend with you.”  He glares at you then  starts to walk down the ramp.  You and Din share a knowing look and take Mayfeld’s lead and follow behind him into the wild frozen wasteland.

The three of you lower your heads and force your way through the open glacial land.  The wind lashes your bodies like a burning whip with every icy blow.  Even Din was shivering in his armor when you traversed the last giant snow drift and looked down across an open glacier field that  was spotted with only the imperial building.

“This has got to be a trap.”  Din states, noting how quiet it is.

“Only one way to find out.”  Mayfeld says climbing over the snow dune and clumsily sliding his way down to the glacier.  The three of you walk without incident to the middle of the glacier field, heads on a swivel, awaiting blaster fire.

Then it happened.  A storm trooper on a Taun Taun crested one of the snow drifts, took aim and shot at you.

Din immediately pulled his blaster, shot back and sent him flailing off the Taun Taun that scurried off.  With that action, suddenly hundreds of Storm Troopers appeared on the horizon in every direction.  You had been boxed in.

Blasters fired from every angle.  Mayfeld dove behind a glacial crevasse that had upheaved itself from the ground but you and Din were left vulnerable with no where to hide.  Din took numerous blaster hits to his Beskar, grunting and shouting as he was inundated from taking fire.  He fell back to the ground.  You crouched down then leapt into an animalistic sprint towards the line of Storm Troopers.  Fire seared immediately into your body and flung you back, skidding next to Din in the snow.  You trembled as you heaved your wounded body up.  Din grasped you around your waist and dragged you back behind the upheaved glacial crevasse that Mayfeld had taken shelter behind.  The Storm Troopers were closing in, blaster fire becoming every molecule of the air.

You weakly reached up and flung Din’s cape over his head then grabbed Mayfeld in a headlock and flung him face down into the snow, your cape over his head while crouching with him in the fetal position in the ground.

A deafening pause ensued, A white light flashed throughout the field, emerging from your body, shaking the atmosphere and sending a ripple through the snow that flung the line of Storm Troopers off their feet.

There was complete silence among the glacial field.  Din slowly raised to his knees, emerging from under his cape.  Mayfeld also slowly rose up.  They both look around, confused to see the few concious Storm Troopers that are now regaining their footing appear to be blindly grasping at nothing.

“What was that?”  Din questioned, astonished.  He looks at Mayfeld who is crouched over you, unconscious in the snow.

Mayfeld looks up at Din with a terrified expression,

“She blinded them.”

Mayfeld reaches down gently and raises your face to look at him.  You weakly say,

“Cape isn’t so stupid now, is it?”

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[forever-rogue]

Your fics make my day, thank you 🥲 can I ask a request?

stuck in the small space with Din 👀 very small space

Orrrr shaving kink w/ Xavi 🥵

AN | I went with Din because…the tension. Just imagine it 🥰

Warnings | Language, Mild spice

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.1k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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Being stuck in hyperspace on a days long journey was bad enough. Being stuck in a small cabin with the large and brooding beskar-clad Mandalorian was even worse. The air in the small, warm space was so thick and heavy you could feel it all around you, almost suffocating. This was just fantastic. Maybe you’d get lucky and you’d either get there early, fall asleep until you were at your destination, or you’d somehow become rendered unconscious. 

It wasn’t that the Mandalorian - Din as you recently learned - was horrible. He was tolerable; an impenetrable wall of armor both literal and metaphorical that was silent more than anything. You didn’t hate him and he didn’t hate you. You worked together - very well together actually - but that was the extent of your relationship. If you let it go any further, you were afraid you’d never stop and you’d become addicted to him. You already half were but you’d never admit that. Having crushes was for children or fools that didn’t know any better. Definitely not for you. You didn’t have a crush on Din Djarin. That would just be absurd. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“What?” his voice cut through the tension and caused you to whip your head in his direction. It had been silent for most of the day besides the exchanging of a few words in the morning. Your eyes narrowed as you shot him a glare, but opted to remain silent. He sighed, that heavy trademark sigh you’d come to know as distinctly him, “nothing to say?”

“I’m tired, bored, and want to stretch my legs. And I’m stuck here alone with you,” you flailed your hands around as if that was going to prove your point, “not sure what you’d want me to say considering there is nothing to say.”

“Hmm,” he mused quietly, so much so that you really wanted to smack him and wipe the smile that you just knew was on his face off. Maybe if you hit his helmet hard it would rattle his brain just enough…nah. The momentary satisfaction wasn’t worth the fight. You rolled your eyes dramatically before leaning back against the cool metal of the wall from where you were currently sitting on the floor. 

“Hmm,” you mocked lightly, half hoping he didn’t hear you, “you want to talk and that’s all you’ve got to say.”

“Do you ever get tired of running your mouth?” he cocked his head to the side as you stared right back into the black T of his visor, “you could put it to better use you know.”

“Oh really?” you stood up and walked over to him, plopping down in the seat next to his, leaving little distance between your bodies. Every part of you was practically humming with nervous anticipation. Something has shifted and you were hyper aware of every little thing that was happening. You leaned back and tried to look as calm and collected as possible, “and just how do you propose I do that, Din?”

“I think you know how,” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied you intently. You were positive he could hear the way your heartbeat was picking up as you tried to keep your composure, “or do you need me to spell it out, mesh’la?” 

He’d called you that before, but you never really gave it much thought. You knew it was Mando’a, but for all you knew it could have been him calling you a fool. But something about the way he was watching you suggested it was very much the opposite. 

Swallowing the lump that had welled up in your throat, you shrugged before turning your attention to the stars outside. Din wasn’t having it, reaching forward and gripping your chin in his hand, turning your attention back to him. You made a small sound that you were positive he heard judging from his small laugh.

“What’re you doing-”

“Eyes on me,” the deep bass of his voice went straight between your legs as you felt your brain start to go haywire, “tell me what you want. Then I’ll tell you what I want.”

“You,” it slipped out of your mouth before you could process what was going on. Speaking with your cunt instead of your brain. Oh well. At least it was out in the open now and there could be no more hiding. 

He recoiled his hand from your face before leaning back in his seat, spreading his long, well muscled legs. When he remained silent for a few moments, you panicked, sure you had overstepped any remaining boundaries you had left. You were scrambling for excuses to cover up what you had said when he interrupted you, “good. We’re on the same page then.”

“Din - I, ugh…what?” your eyes widened in surprise as your mouth opened to form a small o, “did…what do you mean?”

“I want you too,” he said as though it was the most casual and obvious thing ever. Then again…wait. Had it been that obvious? Were just blind…or worse - were you one of those fools with a crush? He chuckled when you remained silent in awe, “you didn’t know?”

“Of course I didn’t know…” you huffed before looking away as your entire body flushed with warmth, “oh. Well.”

“You want to put that mouth to better use?” 

“Y-yes…?” your voice was small and timid and you hated yourself for it. Hated how effortlessly he had this effect on you.

“Get on your knees,” he motioned to the space between his legs as you suddenly realized what he was trying to convey. Oh. Oh. You were more than ready to comply and give yourself over to him, “and suck my cock.”

“Din…” you hesitated for a moment, making sure you heard him correctly. But when he watched for a moment before holding out his hand to you, you realized he had said that. 

“Do you want this?” he paused for a moment before you nodded eagerly, “only if you do.”

“I do. I really do.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised, a wicked little lilt to his voice, “now - on your knees.”

#din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x fem!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

[hotgirlmuseboardxo]

being a woman is just like i need to rearrange the trinkets on my makeup table. i need to buy a drink. i need to shave my legs. i need to cry and cry and cry. i need to dance. i need to destroy the entire system oppressing us by midnight. but first i need a nap. i need to be in love. i need to make girl din. i need to be the hottest bitch at the grocery store. i need to make sure i don’t become my mother. i need to do better. i need to be kinder to myself. i need to be kinder to others. i need to slow down. i need to just be <3

#and i wouldn’t change it for anything ! #👼🏻

[kate-komics]

Kate-Komics Current WIP’s!

Aaaallllll righty. @something-tofightfor tagged me to share my current WIP’s so I’ll do my best and probably go into too much detail!

1.) Boba teams up with the Bad Batch story.

Not sure if I’ll pursue this idea. Not that I don’t like it but starting another multiple chapter comic sounds intimidating at this point in my life. And I kiiiiinda wanna wait for the new BB season to see what they do with some characters. Lol just message me and yell at me if you really wanna see it. I’m having so much fun drawing scenes from it but just not sure peeps would be interested.

2.) Developing my OC Kad Helm’s story.

Not much to say other than I’m having a good time developing an original character within the Star Wars universe.

3.) This single page comic where Din’s shaving and decides to keep his mustache…

I just… thought it was cute…

Fun fact: this was actually the opening scene from a comic I wrote about Din’s time with the heist crew. Another comic I’m not sure I’ll pursue. Comics take so damn long but it’s my favorite way to tell a story 😅

4.) My Hellboy comic….

I know… I really need to finish it. I started it over a year ago, I only have 10 pages left. I just gotta finish it.

5.) Din getting into the waters in the mines of Mandalore

No art yet... Just thought I’d let you all know I wanna draw it.

Okay I think that’s all I got for now! I might be working on some writing but I have no confidence in my skills there so not sure if I’ll share. Hope you all like them!! This was nice!

Imma tag (but NO pressure, babes)

@djarinsbeskar @ollovae3​ @frannyzooey​ 

#wips #kate-komics #kate-komics wips #boba fett #the bad batch #the mandalorian #Mando OC #hellboy fan art #star wars art #Fan art #fan comics

[az-cain]

Masterlist

Star Wars | MCU | Triple Frontier | Outer Range | Top Gun: Maverick | Stranger Things | ACOTAR

✰- drabble, ❀- fluff, ↓- angst, ❂- violence, + - suggestive, ↑- smut, !- kink

Star Wars

Din Djarin-

- Di’kutla Kar’ta - Foolish Heart ❂ ❀ ↓ ↑

ongoing series - (din x reader) - when your clan was killed years ago, you were scorned by the surrounding coverts for being a member of what they called a “cult.” since then, you’d avoided all other mandalorians. that is, until din djarin arrived as stormtroopers were fighting to remove your beskar’gam.

- Thank You ❀

921 words - (din x reader) - din thanks you for being his home

- Fields of Blue ✰ ❀

(din x gn!reader) - you, din, and your adoptive son visit some bluebonnet fields in plano, tx

- The Mirror ❀

request from @amchapel about trans din. it’s just din falling in love w himself after top surgery

MCU

The Moon Knight System-

- At Fault (personal favorite) ↓ ❀

1.1k words - (marc x reader) - marc comes home from a rough job and feels that he doesn’t deserve you

- Lacy ↑

2k words - (mks x reader) - the boys all get some pretty underwear and can’t resist showing you while you’re at work

- Cast in Blue ✰ ❀

377 words - (jake lockley x reader) - you give jake a place to relax, to be calm, to not have to be on guard

- Silly ↓ ❀ ↑

5.1k words - (mks x reader) - you’re a little too good at hiding your feelings, until you’re not

- Top, Switch, Bottom HCs ↑

104 words - (mks x reader) - hcs for the mk boys

- So Into You ↑

4.3k words - (jake lockley x reader) - you meet jake in a bar after 2 months of abstinence due to work. he provides a damn good release.

- Self Care HCs ✰ ❀ +

1.1k words - (mks x reader) - exactly what it sounds like: includes shaving, hair cutting, showering, hydration, working out, and eating habits

Matt Murdock-

- Late Night ❂ ↓ ↑ !

4.4k words - (matt x reader) - matt comes tumbling through your windshield with a gunshot in his thigh

Triple Frontier

Santiago Garcia-

- Make a Little Magic ✰ ❀ ↑

437 words - (santiago x reader) - songfic drabble

Outer Range

Rhett Abbott-

- Bruised Thighs/Flowery Sheets ❂ ❀ ↓ ↑ !

3300 words - (rhett x reader) - rhett has a rough ride and needs to get his brains fucked out

- Rhett Abbott NSFW Headcanons ✰ ↑

(rhett x reader) - pretty self-explanatory

- Sickly ✰ ❀

473 words - (rhett x reader) - you’re feeling yucky

Top Gun: Maverick

- Strength ✰ ↓

to cope with her death.

Robert “Bob” Floyd-

- Finally ✰ ❀ (the prequel)

873 words - (bob x reader) - low likelihoods, lots of history, and long-awaited chances

- Roberta’s Ring ✰ ❀

(bob x reader) - grandma already knows he’ll need her ring soon

- Really Dumb HCs for Jake and Bob ✰

(bob x reader) - random things i think about when it comes to him and/or 100% non-canon thoughts about his life

- Reminiscing ❀

798 words - (bob x reader) - bob’s groom speech and your first dance :)

- Home ✰ ❀

597 words - (bob x reader) - you get home after a tough flight

Jake “Hangman” Seresin-

- The Things We Do For Love ❀

(jake x reader) - he comes home to visit and you go ice skating, and when the two of you get back in the car, your song comes on

- Of Morning Light and Soft Tummies ❀ ↑ ↓

2.6k words - (jake x reader) - jake, home on injury with a broken leg and orders of bedrest, has grown terribly insecure about his soft tummy. you make it your mission to fix that.

- Really Dumb HCs for Jake and Bob ✰

(jake x reader) - random things i think about when it comes to him and/or 100% non-canon thoughts about his life

- Love Letters ❀

(jake x reader) - reader always leave jake notes before he leaves for work. one morning, after he comes home having gone through g-loc, he responds.

- Jake likes mean people ✰

(jake x reader) - someone came up w a cute lil concept and i fleshed it out

- Brave ✰ ❀

(jake x reader) - 400 words - domestic fluff w a sleepy jake

- Hey, Cowboy ✰ + Part Two ❀ ↑

(jake x reader) - 800 words - the cowboy hat rule

(jake x reader) - 1000 words - smutty continuation

- Jealousy, Jealousy ↑

(jake x reader) - 1400 words - jealous reader punishing jake

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson-

- Sticky Sweet ✰ ↑ ❀

518 words - (eddie x reader) - super hot summer smut drabble

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Azriel-

- Rita’s ✰❀

1.2k words - (azriel x reader) - you and azriel bond a bit when the group goes out to rita’s

- Rockstar ✰❀

(azriel x reader) - HCs about rockstar Az

- Shut Down ↓

540 words - (azriel x gwyn | reader) - azriel doesn’t love you, and he doesn’t quite understand his impact on you.

- You Found Me (2-part with @amchapel) ↓ ❀

1.7k words - (azriel x reader) - you doubt your self worth, how you fit in, but azriel is there to catch you when you fall

- Mio Luce ❀

404 words - (azriel x reader) - good ol’ domestic bliss

- On My Knees ❀

458 words - (azriel x gwyn) - azriel will fall to his knees when gwyn says she loves him

Eris Vanserra-

- High Lord ✰ ❂

505 words - (eris x reader) - you, cass, and az all go to get feyre on the frozen lake, and your mating bond with eris shows its face

Not Fanfiction

Original Stories-

- The Fae and The Prince

Poetry-

- Rot

- On Acne Scars

- Upcurrents

- Caught In The Headlights

- Paper Doll

- Gravel Shoulders and Cold-Patch Concrete

- Love Thy Neighbor

- Bare and Diamond Smooth

- Magnet Poetry

- Fiddles, Blood, and Tongues

- In Anticipation of Grief

Recipes-

- Shakshuka

Informational/Political Opinions-

- Grassroots Campaigns

- My Experience With Nexplanon

#acotar #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra/reader #eris vanserra/you #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian/reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin/reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight/you #steven grant/reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector/reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely/reader #jake lockely x reader #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock/reader #az writes #az speaks #az thinks aloud #masterlist #az’s nav

[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 1: If You're Not Afraid of the Water

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: A stop on the journey. A melding. A friend across the stars. A look forward.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: T, not much going on in this but some good old fashioned yearning. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: The Crest in canon is a nightmare for day to day life, so I’ve taken some liberties with the setup. We’re also going to not get too hung up on how a space economy runs because I tried googling “star wars bank” and came up with banking syndicates, so for our purposes bank accounts are galactic (just be careful of the foreign ATM fees).

Cross-posted on AO3

A Sweet Response to Tragedy Masterlist || I Think of You Series Masterlist

“Really?”

Mando chuckles at the look on your face, torn between “Is this a joke?” and “I’m fucking ecstatic.” 

“Really. A planet that actually has some civilization on it.” He turns back to the transparisteel, tapping a couple buttons as he enters coordinates. “One that definitely has a market so you can stop stealing my clothes.”

(thank the Maker)

“Not my fault you swept me off to space without as much as a spare sock,” you snark back, but your smile is wide. 

Finally, after a month in space using your finger to brush your teeth (which still feel fuzzy after, coated in whatever keeps ration bars in that shape) and rotating your makeshift wardrobe enough that the kid doesn’t wrinkle his already-wrinkled nose at you, you were finally going to be able to get yourself a modicum of comfort on the ship.

Mando had tried his best to help, offering what small luxuries he keeps on the Crest.

“This is…a bar of soap,” you said when Mando put it in your hand along with your very own towel, slightly threadbare. “That’s…all you have?”

“Toothpaste by the sink, no using my toothbrush” he said, your disgusted face overlooked. He indicated the location of other items within the small room, his body filling the space. “Small medkit. Pain relievers. Razors. Trimmers in the cabinet if you need to cut your hair.”

“You cut your own hair?”

The way Mando’s helmet slowly turned to you had you stifling a laugh.

(Dank farrik you’re beginning to see expressions on the visor)

“Who else would do it?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Sorry, sorry,” you giggled as he shook his head at you. “Razors?” you asked, peeking into the cabinet. “Oh thank the Maker, I’m woolier than a Tauntaun.”

“This one is mine,” Mando said, setting it aside from the backups. 

“Oh, you shave,” you murmured, looking over the other items. Mando froze beside you, fingers tapping against the sink. Your stomach dropped at his nervousness and the stretch of silence. “Am I not allowed to know that?”

Mando kept still for a moment longer, then shook his head, closing the cabinet. “No, it doesn’t matter.” The gruffness made your stomach twist.

(hate to see him struggle with you)

“Sorry, this is just weird. I didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious,” you said, stepping back out of the room. “I haven’t lived with someone else in a long time. Not with a man either. Just takes some getting used to.”

(still getting comfortable with whatever’s going on between you too)

“It’s okay,” Mando said, settling everything in its place. “I’ve…never had someone on the ship either.” His voice slipped into your chest and clenched your heart.

(alone so long)

“Well, except for the kid, but he doesn’t need much,” he said, moving out of the ‘fresher and back to the hold. You walked along behind him, watching his shoulders fill the narrow space.

“He’d be happy in the swamp with his favorite snacks,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Mando’s shoulders shook with a chuckle, rewarding your words.

The child is turning up to you, watching your giddy smile as you perch in the jumpseat.

“Hear that, Bean? We’re gonna do some shopping. Do you want a cooler toy than that ball?” you say, and the way he looks down at the silver orb, then back up at you says it all.

“Okay, that’s a no. Nevermind, there are plenty of things you’ll like,” you say, legs jittering below him. It jostles the ball out of his hands and into his robe, and the look he shoots you could stop a raging rancor in its tracks. 

“Sorry Bean, I’m a little excited,” you giggle, placing the ball back in his hands. Mando chuckles with his back to you.

“I think you both could use a day off the Crest by yourselves,” he says, the lurch of dropping out of hyperspace tugging low in your gut. “I’m surprised you’re not both sick of me yet.”

“You’re not coming with us?” you ask, arms wrapping around the child to keep him from flying off your lap. He squirms but lets you squish him against your stomach.

“I’ve got repairs to do, refueling.”

“But…” you interrupt. You had hoped the three of you were going to go to the market together, probably split your duties so you didn’t have to go to the armory and Mando didn’t need to go to the clothes shops, then meet up to spoil the child with something hot and meaty from a stall. Maybe even take a moment to just enjoy the day.

(maybe take a moment to enjoy him)

Mando puts his hands on the manual controls, the ship blinking into orbit around a planet dappled in browns and greens. 

“It’s better this way,” he says, and the tone is final. You slump back in the seat, leaning your head back as you feel the rise of your stomach with the descent.

The momentary disappointment you feel at Mando’s refusal to come to the market is quickly replaced with the excitement of actually being there. Your eyes feel as big as the child’s as you walk through the main thoroughfare, the little one in question peeking out of the bag at your hip. You honestly thought the kid would be just as distracting as Mando, but most people don’t seem to pay him much mind as you make notes of which purveyors carry the items you need.

Mando had agreed to handle the armory items, you looking befuddled at the list before he took it back from you. 

“I have a contact, I’ll pick everything up while you’re out.”

You nodded, looking over your own list. You’d asked Mando to include anything he needed last night, but you didn’t see any additions. 

(what does his handwriting look like?)

“You sure there’s nothing you want me to get? I did help myself to several pieces of your wardrobe,” you offered. Mando shook his head, a breathy hum pulling through the vocoder.

“I get all that from the suppliers, no need.” You quirked an eyebrow up at him but chose to say nothing. 

(so that’s why everything he wears is so scratchy)

As you tucked the child into the shoulder bag, helping him unfurl one ear, Mando held out a bag of credits.

“For the supplies,” he said, “and whatever you need.” Heat bloomed across the back of your neck and tingled up your scalp.

(I know what I need and it has nothing to do with credits)

“I’ll take care of my own stuff, but thank you, that’s kind of you to offer,” you said, taking the credit bag for the other supplies. Mando’s helmet tilted at you.

“You have credits?” he asked. 

“Yeah, just have to stop at an ABS or a bank, should be able to access my account.” Mando looked at you for a good moment, shifting on his feet. “You are…familiar with a bank account, right Mando?” 

Mando scoffed through the vocoder, the helmet swiveling around to look at something past your shoulder. “Of course, I know of them.” You smirked at his redirect.

“Forgot that you don’t make money the same way as I did,” you ribbed back.

(late nights, hot kitchens, friends)

“I’ll use this for supplies,” you shook the pouch, the credits clinking inside, “and get my own credits for what I need. Should try to contribute somehow,” you chuckled. Mando’s hand came up to stroke the top of the child’s head, a coo following his touch.

“You contribute in many ways, Mesh’la,” he said, and that foreign word spreads the bloom of heat to a simmer across your shoulders and neck.

The street is noisy but not as crowded as you anticipated, and it’s easy to spot a bank towards the end of the thoroughfare. Entering the cool stone room, you speak with a droid teller and access your account.

You were not a wealthy woman back on Tatooine, but you had saved some. Enough to make plans, to contemplate a future at one time (before Mando upended your life), and definitely enough to know what the balance should be. The number looking back up at you is a significant amount more. You frown and tap the proffered datapad, opening up the transaction log for more details.

Last paycheck - D

Estate Sale - D

Rental Security Refund - D

U OK - D

A list of deposits spanning the last few weeks, all followed by the simple letter. The final one is for half a credit, a reference to the time a wealthy man tipped the same on his lavish bill at the Lively Bantha. You know who the credits are from.

Davrah.

Your breath hitches in your chest, tears creeping into the corners of your eyes. Your life, liquidated. Placed in a spot that was safe. A friend reaching across the stars.

(kind, smart, caring Davrah)

(what did you do to deserve him?)

You withdraw enough to cover your purchases and to give you some pocket credits in case of emergencies. As a last task, you transfer half a credit back to Davrah’s account. The message is simple.

Safe.

It takes a moment to compose yourself, absentmindedly stroking the child’s head as he burbles curiously at you. You had pushed the thought out of your mind, what the life you left behind might look like. A life that you spent years curating, growing, cultivating so that one day comfort and happiness might fill the ache in your chest. Some days it felt like building a monument to a god you no longer worshiped. Other days you felt the excitement of next steps ahead of you. Most times it was a quiet acceptance of home being all that you made of it. You can’t say you hadn’t thought of it in the weeks in space, imaging what home looked like. However, the image that came to mind wasn’t an apartment, a job, a place to put your feet up at night. It’s becoming a ship, a duty, a clan of two that you’ve held in your arms.

It’s clear now, the numbers still blinking up at your eyes. Home is no longer behind, it’s ahead of you.

NEXT

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