#but maybe i shall ask to get boba

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

just woke up. it’s 77 degrees i’m sweating i have post nap thirst but i am going to buy me sketchbook that ive been wanting

don’t these cramps know it is literally my birthday

[sinisterexaggerator]

... In this essay, I will reiterate that "Cad Bane is a depressed, sentimental bastard."

OK, so, @fat-tasty-krogan pointed out that the barrels of Bane's LL-30's are rusty in the Bad Batch via a screenshot and now I cannot stop thinking about things and connecting the dots.

Here's me checking different angles. 100% rusty. This is a man who is the best bounty hunter in the galaxy, a man who is *the* best shot — that’s his livelihood right there. Something is wrong.

I've always thought Cad Bane was depressed, mostly owing to his behavior in the lost arc, but this solidifies it for me. Let's talk about the canon, shall we? (Fair warning: I may throw in headcanons or share some other thoughts along the way, but I will warn you ahead of time if it's an original idea versus what is considered to be canon).

First, let's take the idea that Jango Fett is mentor to Cad Bane. This in and of itself says to me they had a close relationship and that they often worked together in some capacity. I will spare you my thoughts on the rest, but Jango does in fact associate with him and most likely in a meaningful way we never get to see. Jango Fett does not trust easy, yet he trusts him enough to be around his child; his prized possession, let's say.

Proof: When Boba first mentions Bane, (in chorological order) it is in the comics.

Him asking to spend time with Bane, and Jango saying "no, because you already know of him (and others like Zam)," means they had a close-knit relationship in my opinion. One that sadly comes to an end. In this comic, Jango wants to train Boba to deal with "the factor of the unknown," versus the known. Hmmm.

Moving right along.

The next time we see or hear anything about Boba and Cad being in the same room is during the Rako Hardeen/Box Arc, and in the audiobook CW: Stories of Light and Dark in the short story "Bane's story" that is read by Corey Burton as Cad Bane.

In it he states that the "kid's all right," and that he "owed his father a few favors." In the story, he reiterates what happens between him, Eval, and Obi-Wan to Bossk and little Boba Fett. It was Bossk and Boba who helped to create the diversion so that they could break out and escape.

Bane returns, his job foiled, and explains why. At the end of the audiobook Boba has a plan to get them all out of jail, and he wants Bane to be apart of it. This is AFTER Aurra leaves Boba for dead on Florrum ( don't get me started on Hondo, WHEW - they knew each other too, for SURE ), before TBB, and before we see Bane with a plate in his head, this one:

It is still present in the Book of Boba Fett.

Let's not rush ahead, though. Let's back up to a bit to where Cad Bane gets betrayed.

#1 betrayal on screen is Obi-Wan Kenobi as Rako Hardeen. While I don't necessarily ship them, I can see how Cad was very much hurt by this, as he felt he had started to develop a kinship with another hunter, someone who could watch his back, imo. Maybe he hadn't experienced anything like that since Jango Fett. Maybe Rako was ticking all the right boxes; I see Cad as prizing loyalty. When Obi-Wan turned him over, you could see the pain and anger in expression -- he was truly hurt, and he promised to end his life with a blaster bolt between the eyes. I honestly think he despises him and that's that.

Returning now to Boba, it is also canon that Boba was mentored by Cad Bane. Bane's story is also where he mentioned young Boba often reminded him of himself.

In an unaired Clone Wars Arc, Boba Fett works together with Cad Bane on a job. During the animation created for the episodes that never aired, Bane is seen drinking heavily and seems to give two shits less about Boba or the job itself and is not taking things seriously.

Boba begins to question his tactics, and does not like that he is willing to sacrifice innocent townsfolk just to get a bit of money. He stands up against him, and Embo, Bossk, and other hunters present decide to let him take his shot and do not interfere in their duel, even though most likely Bane is seen to be the one in charge or having authority.

In the end they both fall, but Boba was (unfairly might I add) still wearing his helmet. You can tell that the plates on Bane's hat, however, are also armored. Still, it is not beskar. Bane is severely injured.

#2 betrayal: Bossk and Embo retract their weapons and let Bane go head-to-head with the boy. He even looks surprised in the video footage when they do this! It's the same face he gave Obi-Wan Kenobi!

Boba comes out the winner. We see Bossk with Boba in The Empire Strikes back in the future, and in canon they are known to be seen often together. He especially looked after him in prison on Coruscant.

Thus, we can assume, Bossk went off with Boba after Bane's defeat and joined forces, leaving him for dead. I assume, and in canon it is depicted that Embo is honor-coded. If what he thought Bane was doing was not honorable, he most likely left him for dead as well. What we DO see is Todo 360 being there. I am almost 100% certain it is because of his droid he survives. But, where did he take him for help? Hmmm.... HONDO!! (Kidding, kidding - another HC I have, but ANYWAY).

In fact, Todo states he is Bane's "most trusted confidant" to Omega, and I believe this. He's a grumpy dick, but he never outright punishes Todo for anything, and he messes up quite frequently, but he is also a great help.

I have a headcanon that states his reasonings for keeping Todo, though this has no basis in canon:

"The little shit comes back after he is blown apart by a bomb Cad himself planted to go off in the Jedi Temple. Todo is loyal. He's there for him. He doesn't mind he's a grump. He provides conversation; stimulation in the otherwise solitary hours he spends in space. He becomes a comfort, someone to talk to, someone to fill the void that Jango left behind." Perhaps he also acts in the same capacity as a service animal.

Anyway, it is known what Bane thinks about clones. "Once you figure one out, de rest are easy." I don't think he liked clones, even if he tolerated and respected Boba until a certain point in time. He was different, he had "his father's blood pumping through his veins," and maybe Bane had trouble staring at that face - looking in those eyes -especially if there was more to him and Fett's relationship.

Imagine how he must have felt when he betrayed him? When he shot him? When he failed at repaying Jango's favor and failed at being Boba's mentor?

I personally do not believe Bane would have agreed to the Clone contract idea as far as his opinion. I think he would have told Fett he was crazy to have millions of himself running around out there, that there is only one of him that's the real deal. Let's add this to the fact he has to see their dead and dying faces everywhere to the point he's so numb he shoots them every chance he gets - no big deal. No big deal to have to kill one of your partner's lookalikes everyday for nearly the rest of your life, eh? Even after Jango himself is already dead.

Coming to The Bad Batch, it was pointed out by another user that when Omega is looking for a way off Bane's ship, we see some medallions/coins/ingots that have the symbol of the Mythosaur in a cabinet she is searching. That is Mandalorian. Who was Mandalorian? Jango. Boba by default. They are accompanied here by a journal. I think it could be Boba's journal, too. The boy most likely resided with him on his ship as he had the Justifier during the lost arc and they were traveling together.

That man is 100% a sentimental bastard.

You could say he hated Boba. You could say he was his number one enemy, but deep down maybe he felt remorse. He had been drinking. Why? Maybe it was hard to be in Boba's company. Maybe he felt he could have prevented Jango's death. Maybe mentoring him was hard work, but in the end, Boba betrayed him after everything he had tried to do for him. And Bane liked the kid up until this point - said so himself in Bane's story.

In the lost bounty hunter arc, Cad is wearing the same outfit he is in The Bad Batch. Now he has a metal plate in his head. @allsystemsblue mentioned he talks himself up to Shand. Maybe he's trying to convince himself he's as good as he says he is. He headbutts her and it obviously throws him off. He shakes himself out, trying to regain his concentration. I personally headcanon he gets terrible headaches.

The plate is on the OUTSIDE, meaning it's protecting something underneath. I imagine he had a hole in his head and a bit of his skull was fractured. I say he wears the plate to reinforce a soft spot that makes him vulnerable.

Even so, she kicks his ass. He's off his game. Maybe he's been drinking even more since his defeat and embarrassment at the hands of a kid. One he respected, one maybe he called family.

All the other hunters sided with Boba, left him high and dry, and he hasn't even been caring for or polishing his blasters; his moneymakers. They are RUSTY.

He loses Omega, he loses his credits, and Fennec sabotages his ship. This man is pissed. He's at wit's end. For all we know, he sat down and cried afterward before he could figure a way off that damn planet, and the only one who was there for him was Todo.

Years later, we see him confront Boba. He's a hardass. Nothing left of his personality in that show but a villain. It was like they made him extra mean on purpose.

He's still hung up on the past, he says it. He talks about Jango's blood being inside Boba, his "father." He leers at Boba. It is almost as if he takes a pause (again crediting @allsystemsblue for this observation), a moment to truly look at him. And let's not forget the hiss he gives him right before his "final lesson."

"Look out for yourself, anything else is weakness."

GEE! Where did he learn that from, I wonder?! FROM BOBA HIMSELF MAYBE?! He was "weak" for Boba; he was his mentor; he tried his best to do right by his father and train him and he failed. He shot him, left him for dead, betrayed him along with all the other hunters present, and all that was left for him was to work alone. To grin and bear it. To take the jobs that came his way just to survive.

He had to of hit a downward spiral at some point in his life to come to this conclusion; something terrible must have happened, and I guarantee it's this.

Shat on all his life, all the way from being "hatched" in the Descent Ghetto on New Tayana on Duro, poor, coming up from the slums, working hard just to make ends meat.

Can't tell me he didn't have a wall up, and hell yes he was feeling low. What could make a man that mean besides betrayal and sentimentality for something he wishes perhaps he could have changed or prevented all together.

Now he takes the toughest jobs, the ones nobody wants. His reputation is fear and for good reason. He'll do anything for money, including killing innocents according to Boba. Where has his Code of Honor gone?

I'll tell you where.

No one ever respected Cad the way he tried to respect them. No one offered or afforded him the same luxury. Every time he was near to forming a decent partnership with someone, they turned right around and stabbed him in the back. We at least see it with Rako/Obi and Boba on screen. Bossk and Embo count too, for me. Maybe Jango was the only one he could trust. Him and Todo 360, which he was not around until long after Jango's death and in some form could have been a fractional replacement for companionship.

To throw in a few thoughts on Hondo, he knew them both well. Imagine if Hondo also kept secrets from Bane, whether intentional or not, or perhaps befriended him only to manipulate him for his own gain (which is definitely something that could happen). He speaks favorably of him in "Secrets of the Bounty Hunters," and calls him his friend, but he calls everyone that.

At one point they did work together as per the blurb on the back of a toy called the "Pirate Speeder bike," that features Cad Bane and a Starhawk speeder. If Hondo also betrayed him at some point, I can see it only adding fuel to the fire, IF Bane allowed him close to begin with. Considering his reputation, it's possible that no, he did not, but I also ship Cad Bane and Hondo Ohnaka as well as Jango Fett and Cad Bane. I won't go into it here, but I can see them being an insanely toxic, yet perfect match.

To sum it up, yes, he is totally depressed. I feel like this is why. Can't change my mind.

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P.S.: This is also a lesson in how to cite your sources and give credit where credit is due when thinking about headcanons and fandom fun. :) Ain't so hard, right?

[xe-n4]

misconstrued events

feat. sae note: enjoy ig contains: fluff total: 1185

“Why haven’t you done it yet?” you asked with a playful smile, twirling your pencil between your fingers as you leaned over the cafe table. 

Sae flicked your forehead in response, causing you to fall back into your seat cradling the spot you had just been hit. “Done what?”

You smirked, “Kissed me.”

“That’s cocky.” He said without looking up from his homework. “Who says you're my type?”

His words hurt, but it wasn’t like you weren’t expecting it. You knew he wasn’t interested in you. “You wound me, whatever shall I do?” you joked, pretending it didn’t cut through your heart.

“Quit whining about it so I can get my work done.”

After a long sigh, you turned your attention to the paper in front of you. The thought of even reading the first question brought great sadness to your heart, you needed something fun to do. You looked at Sae again, he was laser-focused on his work. Why did he have to be so boring?

“Sae?” you said in a singsong voice. “Would you still love me if—”

“—you were a worm?” he interrupted. “Very bold of you to assume I love you now. Do your work”. He pointed at your book with his pencil, a stern look on his face.

“You’re mean.”

“And you’re going to fail the next test and then call me at 2 in the morning, crying about it.” He put his pen down at this point, staring you dead in the eye. His stern gaze shot all the butterflies that swarmed your stomach, causing you to shift uncomfortably. You hadn’t expected him to express his frustrations in such a blunt manner. “I’m trying to save myself an earache.”

Sae was expecting another witty comment that would piss him off, but you just nodded and picked up a pen for the first time since you arrived. It stirred something within him, and he didn’t like it.

The rest of the study session went relatively smoothly, Sae got his work done and even got a start on some topics you hadn’t been through yet. You, on the other hand, barely grasped what the hell gas exchange was (school wasn’t your strong suit). But it still bothered him that you weren’t saying much, even as he was walking you home.

“Maybe we should stop for boba?” Sae asked, remembering the comment you made early about the boba store that opened near your house.

“No thanks.” Your tone of voice was bland, it lost all its flavour and expressiveness that you were known for. Why?

Sae couldn’t figure it out, racking his brain for answers on the unusually quiet walk through the park to your place. It unsettled him, to say the least. You’ve always had a playful relationship so he couldn’t understand what was wrong with what he said.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you to face him. Sae looked into your eyes, pleading for an answer to right his wrongs.

“I have nothing to say.”

“That’s not true, you always have something to say, you always have something to annoy me with—”

“Stop it!” You jerked your hand away from him, embarrassed. That was all he thought of you, ‘annoying’, the thought chipped away at your heart. “I’m not annoying, okay?”

Sae responded with a hesitant and wide-eyed ‘okay’, your outburst caught him off-guard. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“It doesn’t matter, you still said it,” you replied with a bitterness that rolled off you in waves.

He gestured for you to sit down on a bench and he sat beside you. The sound of children’s playful screams filled the thick silence between the two of you. Sae didn’t know how to deal with it, he’s never argued with you before (if you can even this an argument).

“I’m sorry,” he said after a long stretch of silence. “I didn’t mean it that way, I just wanted you to say something. It scares me when you're not yourself.”

With that, some of your bitterness dissipated, and that was why you hated having feelings for him. No matter how much he pisses you off, he always finds a way to make it better, to soothe the hurt he didn’t even know he caused.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.”

As Sae leaned closer to you, he brought a hand under your chin to make you face him. Your breath hitched when you realised what he was doing. His eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips and this simple action revived the butterflies in your stomach.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and you said yes. When Sae’s lips pressed against yours, you noted that they were soft, softer than you expected them to be and that he was being gentle with you. His hand moved from your chin to hold the side of your face as he deepened the kiss that was initially uncoordinated as if neither of you had ever danced to this rhythm before. However, you became accustomed to the fumbles and missteps, it wasn’t perfect but it felt right.

You were the first to pull away and you came to regret it after you opened your eyes to see Sae still reeling from that experience.

“That was one hell of an apology,” you joked, trying to fill the quiet with anything other than itself.

Sae had completely ignored what you said and cleared his throat and sat up like he was about to give a speech. “You believe honesty’s the best policy, right?”

“I mean, usually, yeah.”

“Then,” he took a deep breath. “I like you. A lot.” Sae turned to you, trying to peer into your eyes for an answer.

“Oh,” you said letting out a breathless laugh. “I like you too.”

You saw through your peripheral Sae’s hand inching closer to your own as if he was scared you’d still reject him after your confession. Eventually, you locked your fingers together between the two of you. 

“Can we talk about earlier?” He asked when he finally managed to get his heart to stop racing.

You took a deep breath and ran through the events of today in your mind. “The things you said hurt me Sae. It doesn’t feel great when the person you like says you’re annoying over and over again.”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” he began with a nervousness unnatural to his character. “I was trying to…um, I was trying—God this is embarrassing.”

His fidgeting amused you as watched him try to get his words out in a semi-coherent sentence. Until it clicked and your eyes widened.

“Wait! Were you trying to flirt?” You tried to hold in your laughter but failed miserably. “Oh, my God!”

Sae turned to you, unimpressed and thoroughly embarrassed. “Could you stop? It’s not that funny,” he mumbled. You ignored his complaints and he pinched your side to get you to stop.

“I’m taking back the kiss, you can go back to being mad at me,” he said standing up before walking off in the direction you came.

“Wait no!”

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[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Destress

bf!taeyong x fem!reader

wc: 645

warnings: mentions of stress, fluffy fluff, not proof read

very short, but im bored at work lol

hope yall enjoy!

all the love ~ lunar

You and your boyfriend Taeyong have been in a secret relationship for about three months now. It's not easy hiding something like this, especially with someone as well known as Taeyong, but he makes every second of it worthwhile, plus what's life without a little thrill? The past three months have been the happiest of your life, despite having to sneak around, and having less time together than your typical couple, every second with him is cherished. Lately, you have noticed that Taeyong has been more tired than usual, and has been spending longer hours in the studio, so you wanted to do something special for him. The two of you have a very playful relationship when the two of you are together, so naturally, you thought about doing a movie night with him, but also building a very elaborate fort to share together. 

Somehow you managed to convince him to get off of work at a reasonable time, and he agreed to meet you at your apartment when he was done. Compiling all of the blankets and pillows you own, plus adding in some extra essentials, and surfaces to hang the blankets on, you start constructing the most amazing fort. You even managed to run to the store and grab all of his favorite snacks and drinks, and by the time you were almost fully done building the fort, Taeyong had messaged saying that he was on the way. Anticipation building in your chest, you were both excited and nervous, hoping that he would appreciate the gesture you have done for him. You know he will appreciate it, but you are also hoping that it helps him relax after the weeks of stress he has been putting on himself. 

After about 20 minutes, you hear someone knocking on the door. Rushing over, you open it and jump excitedly into his arms, your favorite place to be. Before you let him inside, you move behind him, and cover his eyes.

“I have a surprise for you, but you can't see it just yet.” you say excitedly, and he chuckles at your childlike nature, one of the things that drew him closer to you. The two of you enter the apartment, still covering his eyes so he doesn't see your creation.

“Ready?”

“I'm ready, i think…” he says, failing to hide the anticipation and nerves that he is feeling. When you finally let him open his eyes, he stands there in shock. His boba eyes wide, taking in the massive fort that is in front of him.

“What's this pretty girl?” he asks quietly, trying not to let his heart jump out of his chest.

“I know you've been really stressed lately, I thought maybe we could have a movie night, and you can't have a movie night without a fort. I was hoping it would at least give you a stress free night.” As soon as you finish your explanation, he turns around and wraps his arms around you in the tightest, most loving embrace.

“You didn't have to do all of this for me, but thank you. I love it.”

“i'm glad you love it, and I wanted to do this for you.” you reply. Gently, he places his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. His kisses are so gentle, yet there is no question about the passion he shares through them, always leaving you speechless.

“Shall we go in?” he asks, gently grabbing your hand and leading you into the fort. He's even more shocked when he sees the inside, and how cozy the atmosphere is, along with all of his favorite snacks. 

The two of you spend the night watching movies, munching on snacks, and simply enjoying each other’s presence. To him, there is nothing more perfect than being with you, and enjoying simple things like this with you, his soulmate. 

[miya-twins]

the twins, aran, yachi, and ushijima? 👀

thanks for the ask!! I shall copy you and give the bingo and my opinions because the bingo doesn't always encapsulate my feelings,,,

Atsumu

literally he is the Blorbo. the main obsession. my little guy. I'm thinking about him practically 24/7. I care so much about his chracter arc and his impact on the narrative and I wanna see him smooch all the guys and I want him to suffer but really I want him to be safe and happy and loved and appreciated and to never learn what it means to be lonely. ahem. anyway. no surprises. you've seen the blog's name and its content.

Osamu

obviously he is Blorbo Number 2. you can't have one twin without the other. I love thinking about his character arc and his impact on the narrative and I wanna see him smooch all the guys and I wanna see him suffer but really I want him to be safe and happy and loved and appreciated and to never learn what it means to be lonely. yes I said this before but it's just as true for osamu. also yeah the only difference in the bingo is people are less mean to osamu and I can't fool myself into thinking atsumu wouldn't be too annoying for me to kiss. I can fool myself for osamu tho even tho realistically he's probably just as annoying but that's not my problem.

Aran

what can I say y'all are sleeping on him. he's such an interesting guy and every time someone gives the twins another childhood/best friend I'm internally like hello? they already have one of those? his name is aran???? why are you putting other characters where he belongs? anyway I love how silly he is and how easily he gets swept up by the twins' antics and I'm so proud of him for how far he's come. 10/10 would go on boba date with.

Yachi

god I love her like that's my girl!!! she's so cute and relatable and funny and her story in s2 was one of the best in the whole series. literally every time she smiles it's like the sun rises. would vote best girl in any poll. genuinely think about her a lot even though she doesn't have much relation to my main guys which tells you how serious I am about her

Ushijima

I'm sorry the board looks so empty but frankly none of these options accurately describe my thoughts on him. because I do have a lot of thoughts. genuinely he's such a well-written character, and I love all the relationships he has in the series, with tendou, with his dad, with sakusa, with oikawa!!! but even with all these thoughts and genuine appreciation I don't have that many actual feelings in regards to him... at least not unprompted. I like seeing him around and maybe I'll put him somewhere as a cool side character in my thoughts but I'm just not obsessed with him. but his story is good and he's so important to hq overall... maybe if we'd gotten that shiratorizawa/inarizaki match I'd be frothing at the mouth thinking about him... but alas I just quietly appreciate him

[starsfic]

i can see Azure getting very attached to mk seeing as how similar he is to his adopted dad but enjoying his differences all the same. he is just such a sweet and loving kid. and mk enjoys it when Azure visits him and praises him. in his mind he's already adopted this man as an uncle figure. i'd think wukong would try to warn mk away as soon as he finds out Azure knows about him, though probably doesn't go into detail for obvious reasons. but mk being the curious peacekeeper he is, still hears out Azure the next time they see each other. of course, he's just as secretive and plays down the details heavily. "i blamed him for something he didn't do, I hurt him very badly, and I've always deeply regretted it. but by the time I had come to my senses things......well the damage was done. but I still want to be in his life. I'd like so much to fix things between us and go back to how things were. I'm sorry if you feel as though I've used you for that goal, but I promise it's not my only reason for visiting you as often as I have."

Mk probably doesn't understand that it was a romantic relationship, or if he does is led to believe Azure only wants to go back to being friends again. either way, he'd be taken in by Azure's show of remorse and regret and offer him comfort and hope. and of course, he'd want to help him fix things with his dad if possible, exactly what azure whats.

Qi Xiaotian stood in front of the canvas, ready and waiting. For what? He didn’t know. Inspiration, possibly. Normally, he would be a bundle of ideas, but right now, he was stuck.

Maybe because of last night?

“Kid, listen. I know what Azure’s like. He’s the kind of guy who will use you until he has no further need of you and then throw you away.” His baba’s voice had been heavy with some kind of emotion. Anger? “If you betray him, even if that’s not what it was, he’ll cast you aside without a second thought.”

The words were heavy. Especially since Azure didn’t seem to be the manipulative and uncaring lawyer that his baba had painted him as. He did seem a little stern, right at the beginning, but after some conversation, his walls had come down. He was a cheerful guy who was passionate about calligraphy and lions, well-versed in social justice issues, and who often came by with coffee or snacks to check in on them and the calligraphy project and praised them for their work. He didn’t seem like the kind of person to cast someone aside. Honestly, Xiaotian had found himself calling him uncle more and more.

“Hello, Qi Xiaotian? It’s me!”

Speak of the man and he shall appear. Azure was dressed more casually today but still held a warm smile as he stepped inside the workshop. “Hi!” Xiaotian said, turning and accepting the boba tea. “Sorry, just me today. We’re taking a break today since we’re almost finished with the project.”

Azure didn’t even seem to pause at the word ‘break.’ “Oh, that’s good!” he said. “Recharging the batteries is important. So,” He leaned against the table and eyed the canvas. “What are you working on?”

“Uh, nothing, having some art block.” Xiaotian took a deep breath. “Can I ask you something?” Azure nodded. Okay. No holding back. “I was talking to my baba, Sun Wukong, and I mentioned you and he got…upset.” Azure’s smile vanished. Xiaotian couldn’t help the awkward laugh that came out of him. “So, uh, I was wondering if you guys knew each other or he’s got you mixed up with some other Azure…”

“No.” Azure shook his head. “It’s me he’s talking about and he’s right.” Xiaotian raised a brow. Why would his baba be upset? Azure was a chill guy. Azure sighed and straightened up, eyes growing distant. “We were very close, years before he adopted you. We were young, mistakes were made, and some mistakes can’t be undone.”

The words were heavy. The urge to change the subject rested on his tongue. But Xiaotian pushed it past. Now that he had confirmation, he needed to know. “What happened?”

Azure, thankfully, didn’t seem mad at being asked. "I blamed him for something he didn't do, I hurt him very badly, and I've always deeply regretted it. But by the time I had come to my senses, things…” He sighed. “Well, the damage was done. But I still want to be in his life. I'd like so much to fix things between us and go back to how things were.” Xiaotian’s heart gave a twinge. He knew his baba had a lot of regrets, no matter how much he tried to hide it, and knowing someone felt just as bad as him hurt. Azure seemed to blink back to the present, reaching over and squeezing his shoulder. “I'm sorry if you feel as though I've used you for that goal, but I promise it's not my only reason for visiting you as often as I have." 

Xiaotian blinked back the tears. “I know, Uncle-” The moment the title slipped from his mouth, he clamped a hand over his mouth. He could feel his heat rise up in his cheeks as Azure’s eyes went wide. The moment he was sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself, he managed out “I’m so sorry-”

Warm arms encircled him and pulled him close. “Don’t be.” Azure rumbled out. “Don’t you ever be. I am so lucky to have your baba and you in my life.”

Xiaotian blinked back a fresh wave of tears and couldn’t help a laugh as he hugged Azure back. “Thank you, uncle.” Determination mixed with embarrassment. “And I’ll help you reconcile with Baba.”

Azure’s smile twisted into a smirk.

“I know you will, Xiaotian.”

[the-starry-seas]

angst? in MY google docs? it's more likely than you think! for the WIP game pls 👀

yes hello 👀

I never got very far with it unfortunately but it was a fic where Fennec (seemingly) gets killed on a job and Boba, shall we say, Loses It. and goes on a murder spree with Din reluctantly dragging along cause he can't leave his husband like that but also maybe it is possible to force someone into therapy

eventually Boba has nobody left to kill and goes back to the throne of Mos Espa, where they find Fennec worse for wear but pretty fine as far as presumed-dead BFFs go.

Boba: ARE YOU TELLING ME I SPENT THE LAST SIX MONTHS KILLING BECAUSE I LOVED YOU AND YOU'RE FINE?! Din: wait what 🤨 Fennec: wait what 👀

power throuple on the way! "i can fix him" is old news, "i can make him worse and think he's hot when covered in blood" is breaking now

there's more angst on the way because Fennec got her very own clone chip (v2.8.3.19) and later tries to murder both of them and it becomes a big problem for Boba and Din but god forbid women do anything honestly

also the angst that kicks things off, just for you

“Fennec!” 

He’s not used to screaming, and it rips through his throat dry and sharp, like a mouthful of sand. He grabs for her, frantically, his fingernails scraping down the back of her glove but not catching, even as she twists her hand, trying to grab his, and then – 

She’s gone. 

And half of Boba’s soul has gone with her. 

He lies there in the sand, too stunned to move, his fingers still outstretched. He’d been so close. He’d just needed a little more. A little more what? Time? Luck? Reach? 

He’d just needed to be a little better. And he wouldn’t have failed her. 

Someone grabs his shoulder and Boba flinches, lashing out on instinct, but Din catches his hand before it hits. Din’s shaking his shoulder, tone frantic, but Boba can’t make out the different words. Din’s always been sensible, no matter what comes his way, and his logical nature won’t desert him now. He’s probably asking if Boba’s hurt, or maybe if he can move. 

What’s it matter, anyway? 

He shoves Din’s hands off, smacking at his wrists until he lets go. The sand shifts unsteadily under his feet, or maybe it’s still, and it only feels like the entire world is rolling upside down. He feels hot, like a thousand needles are sliding under his skin, red-hot, spreading heat through his veins until it’s all he can feel. He staggers away from Din, scanning the horizon and seeing nothing. The ground keeps moving. It’s never where he expects it to be, and he stumbles, twice, before he falls. 

His hands curl around fistfuls of sand. The grains are gritty against his palms, he knows, he tries to ground himself in it, but his thoughts are too distant and disjointed to focus. Sand’s like that. It falls and tumbles and slips through your fingers. Slips like Fennec had, out of his reach. 

Why hadn’t he been good enough? 

Din says his name, he thinks, and he can hear the sound of boots against sand as Din catches up to him again. Boba can hear him talking, but the words all blur together, buried and separated by Boba’s ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath, just for a moment. It’s not working, why isn’t it working, of course it’s not working, he’s always been broken– 

“Mesh’la!” Din says, the word spoken harshly for the first time. 

Boba looks up. 

Din’s still holding the bag, fingers curled tightly around the top, turning his back against the sand blown up by a sudden scuff of wind. There’s a tight set to his shoulders that Boba doesn’t recognize, at first, as fear. He’s never seen Din afraid before. He never wanted to see Din afraid. 

He raises a shaky hand, palm up, and Din leans down to set the bag in the sand between their feet before taking Boba’s in both of his. The leather of his gloves is warm. Strange, Boba thinks, how Din always feels warm to him when they’re out in the sun. It’s important to him, though he can’t place why, or when it started to mean something to him. He just never liked to be cold, even when it was all he knew. 

“Talk to me,” Din murmurs, his words nearly taken by the wind as it grows stronger. 

Boba wishes the wind would rob him of speech too. He doesn’t have the words for this. Nobody could. And how? How can he make Din understand? How can he admit his sins in a way that ensures Din won’t absolve him of them? 

“She didn’t like to be cold either,” he says. 

“What? Boba, who? Where’s Fennec?” 

“I killed her.” 

Din draws back a little, Boba’s hand still in his. His shock leaves him frozen, still and distant. Out of Boba’s reach, where it’s safest for him. Din’s gloves feel cool and rough now. Boba doesn’t like the difference. 

He closes his eyes, tips his head back, and draws his hand out of Din’s, letting the whispers in the wind take what remains of him and scatter it across the sands. 

[jwooyoung]

Saw this game going around and wanted to ask you— who would you set your mutuals up with on a blind date? 🌸

okay well first of all the real answer is ME <3 I'm telling them I set them up on blind dates with someone else and instead I show up to woo them 💝💓💝💞💝💕💖💓💝💞💘

but i will also give real answers LMAO

@karube and bibi idk why but the vibe is just THERE it would work out really well <3 roller skating date. don't ask why that's just what immediately pops into my head. OR. yangyang. and they're going to a skate park where he can try to impress her and maybe fail but also maybe NOT fail we shall see :)

@eviljongho and seonghwa to ruin her day 😗 and they're going to the lego store where he gets them both lego sets then to a boba place that lets them just chill and do whatever and they build the sets there and have boba and maybe ramen. TOO fucking cute.

@jongintual and well. we all know. mr jacob bae himself. sending them to like the cutest little cafe with a really exotic menu and a great view of probably snow capped mountains like this (I guess I'm sending them to switzerland)

@gneocchi self explanatory it's baekhyun and they're going for a drive where he serenades her <3 don't need to go anywhere else tbh (but also maybe like a really cute intimate little french restaurant)

@baekhyunnybyun and wonwoo I just think it would be really cute <3 maybe on like a picnic or to one of those animal cafes! maybe an out of the box one like meerkats or wallabys or something fun!!

@kee-per and kyungsoo. idk what they'd do together but they sure will do something !!!! just sit and absolutely fucking vibe together

@yunogf and me, we are going to the cafe where they print jaehyun onto the foam and play forever only. jaehyun is also inexplicably there to crash our date but it's fine bc we love him

[iammrcollins]

The Ultimate Galaxy's Edge Activity Sheet

I don't know how many of us will visit any of the Galaxy's Edge parks soon, but even if not, I think you should still keep this list handy, and feel free to add to it.

Anyone who completes this activity list will prove they are among the most elite of Star Wars fans!

When someone says "May The Force Be With You", make sure to reply with "By Grabthar's Hammer, by the suns of Warvan, you shall be avenged."

When at Oga's Cantina, ask why you can't order Romulan Ale. Is it banned in this quadrant as well?

Also at the Cantina, ask if Rex can play any of Lynn Minmay's songs.

Examine any part of the Millennium Falcon you can, and see if you can find an Autobot or Decepticon symbol.

When getting ready for Smuggler's Run, the gunner should ask where they put the button to fire the death blossom.

Also the pilot should ask how it can go to hyperspace now the the mass effect relays have been destroyed.

Any time during the actual flight, someone must advise the pilot to do a barrel roll.

After the ride is over, ask if you qualified to finally join the Spacer's Guild.

If you see stormtroopers, present them a list of guests you suspect of being cylons.

Be sure to remind the stormtroopers that taking off and nuking the site from orbit is not the only way to be sure to catch the rebels here.

When confronting Kylo Ren, say he can't fool you. It's clear he's really Char Aznable.

Ask why Captain Phasma isn't there. Is she hunting metroids again?

When you meet Boba Fett, ask what it's like to fight Mega Man X.

If you meet Rey, tell her "It's an honor to finally see you, Ms. Harrington. No pun intended!"

When seeing all the BB-8 toys around, ask how we can tell who is the original. Maybe we should ask what are the contents of his underwear collection.

At the Droid Depot, ask where are the parts to make V.I.N.C.E.N.T. and B.O.B.

Also where are the parts to make a protocol droid like Kryten.

If you ask how to program the droids with prime directives, don't be afraid to ask for the secret one about OCP executives.

Don't ask why there are no shiny metal ass parts on the shelves. It's obvious people kept biting them.

If anyone complains about Batuu being a desert planet, say it's better than being a frozen one, like Mondas.

Ask where there's an exchange office, since no store here will take your meseta.

When you construct your lightsaber, and are asked to hold it up, proclaim "By the power of Grayskull!" or "For the honor of Grayskull!"

Whenever you see a hologram, say "Hi, Cortana!"

If you see a waist high wall, charge at it in a half crouching pose, and then duck so your head is barely above it.

Finally, when buying items at a store, present your wares in this format: "I want to buy Star Wars the T-shirt! Star Wars the soda pop! Star Wars the plush toy! Star Wars the water bottle! Let me guess, you keep Star Wars the flamethrower in the back?"

[streamdotpng]

Yoooo!!! I did the first chapter?scene? Of the streamwenclair coffee shop au, turns out it's actually more of a juice bar, but anyhoo! Starring in todays episode(guess thats what I'll call them) are our very own streamwenclair and Jdwicked!!

Enjoy! Or not, no preasure.

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It was a dark and stormy(actually pretty sunny) night(by that, i mean noon) when our characters meet.

The crunch under his shoes was crisp, and the thirst for boba high when he walks into the shop. It seems to be a minimalist-turned-maximalist themed drink bar, serving any and everything one could think of. The windows don't show a lot of whats happening inside, but you can see everything happening outside.

He walks up to the counter and rings a little bell labled "ring for service, ;)" with an added sticky note that says "NOT THAT KIND OF SERVICE" in sparkle pen bold.

"One sec!" Is heard coming from the back, then a clatter, until finally the barista emerges from the door leading to the kitchen. From a glimps, one can see that the walls are lined with all sorts of kitchen things and bottles. "What shall it be this lovely after noon?"

"Do you serve boba, specifically mango boba? Your signs are a little confusing." The signs in question were the menu and pop up infront of the quaint cafe, the only thing on it is a non-descript drink and the sentence; "we serve everything and anything liquid! (For legal reasons, some exceptions apply)", needless to say, kind of suspicious and confusing

"Oh yeah! Of course! The exceptions are limited to any illegal substances and/or bodily fluids, boba should be easy pz! Want any special shape for the boba, or just regular old?" The young/old barista, who's name tag reads "stream", asks, inputting the order on the vintage looking register.

"Oh, i guess stars would be cool," he answers, pulling out his wallet.

"5.96, and a name for the order?"

"JD, the names JD wicked, cool huh?" Handing over the cash, he looks at the bottles lining the wall upside down with what looks like a spout attached at the lip

"Real cool, you can take a seat or just stand around while you wait, we also have some cool fan made books to read or you can write your own?" Stream says, motioning to the seats first, then an area that looks like a pickup station, and finally a half height long book shelf with vintage computors atop.

"Whoa! Thats so cool!" Amazed he goes and takes a look, reading a couple while he waits. He gets his boba and asks "Do you have anywhere i could put questions about the works?"

"Great idea! I'll make a question board tonight, do you want to write it on this sticky note for now?" Stream hands over a light blue sticky note and pen when JD accepts.

To be continued

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And that is all for todays episode! Next episodes air date is tbd, but stay tuned!

How yall think? I'm thinking of starting with not many people knowing each other so far. In my head, simp anon is a part timer at the place(still dunno what i should call it, maybe just "wenclair"?), stream is a fulltimer(maybe owner?), jdwicked has just found this place and will probably become a regular(who am i kidding, obvi gonna become a regular), writer anon is already a regular(maybe mobile orders? Maybe in store orders? I dunno yet) and the rest of the anons are tbd because i have a single braincell shared between me and my friend(who is not helping me with this).

If i have made any errors, please point them out. Also, i totally forgot ur pronouns stream 😅

Any questions will be answered by my intern, coffee intern anon(who is just me without the fake mustache)(not really gonna be answered by that pseudo, i just wanted to say i have an intern)

-coffee anon

I'm pretty sure you spelt computer wrong but other than that, looks like a pretty good short scene :)

Can't wait to see where you put the others

[sabrgirl]

Hello! I'm so enjoying your newsletters lately 🤍

Do you have advice for reverts participating in Ramadan who do not have many friends or family who are Muslim? No one in my family knows that I have reverted, and I know very few Muslims in my life. I understand that many Ramadan practices are personal and done in solace, but I feel sad that I have no one to celebrate Eid with. How can I make this Ramadan special for myself?

salam :) oh, jazakallah that makes me so happy! ♡

this is a very valid and normal feeling, even for people who are born muslim, so you’re definitely not alone in how you feel.

for making ramadan special alone:

try and set daily goals that you want to work on every day during ramadan. do you want to finish the Qur’an from start to finish and have a set amount of pages to read per day? do you want to do a specific amount of dhikr each day? giving yourself something to work towards can help you enjoy your own company while you work on yourself alone

decorate your room !! fairy lights, moon and star stickers etc. there are lots of ramadan decor ideas you can search for on pinterest, that’s definitely my go-to. decorating your home or room can make you feel happier in your own company, spending time there by yourself in worship as it’s nice to look at and be in

Allah says, when talking about ramadan, “The month of Ramadan is that in which the Qur’an was sent down as a guidance for mankind with clear proofs of guidance and discrimination. Therefore, whosoever of you is present at home in this month, let him fast therein. But whoso is sick or is on a journey, shall fast the same number of other days. Allah desires to give you facility and He desires not hardship for you, and that you may complete the number, and that you may exalt Allah for His having guided you and that you may be grateful. And when My servants ask you about Me, say: ‘I am near. I answer the prayer of the supplicant when he prays to Me. So they should hearken to Me and believe in Me, that they may follow the right way.” (2:186-187). the fact that He says ‘I am near’ right after talking about ramadan and fasting shows that you won’t be alone, He is telling you that He is close even when you feel lonely. try and find comfort in that and spend time with Him during ramadan. really try and feel His presence there with you. sit on your prayer mat after you pray to do some dhikr — or, remain seated and do anything else too! sometimes, when I’ve finished praying, I like to bring my laptop and do some work while I’m still sitting on my prayer mat to feel like I’m still in the company of Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ. talk to Him too, out loud or in your heart, and really make Him your Friend. i can guarantee that this will definitely make you feel less alone and feel happier that you’re in the company of Allah. when you recite Qur’an out loud too, the angels come down and listen. so when you do read Qur’an throughout ramadan, know that there are many angels in the room with you!

there are also lots of muslim discord groups that you can join and talk to other fellow muslims - i’m sure many are in the same boat as you and you can make lots of virtual friendships there as well Insha’Allah.

is there a mosque or an islamic centre near you? you can also visit there and, maybe—you never know!— after seeing familiar faces every day, you might end up making friends!

if anything, i’ll be doing my ramadan challenge and you can do it with me too if you’d like :) that way we’ll be doing the same things together ♡

as for celebrating Eid alone:

spending time by yourself that day can still be really fun. what do you like doing? going for a walk? going shopping? what are your favourite movies? make a whole list of things you’re going to do on the day— a whole packed itinerary of things you love. maybe you’ll wake up and pray and go to the mosque? then you’ll go to a cafe or get some brunch or buy some boba and treat yourself. then maybe you’ll come home and cook some lovely food or order your favourite takeout and light some candles, watch your favourite movie, put on a face mask. something like that! you can still make it a fun day out for yourself and treat yourself.

although you don’t have many muslim friends, if you have other non-muslim friends, you could perhaps still enjoy with them? i almost wasn’t able to go home to my family (as I live on campus at university) this year so, i know my muslim friends are going to be busy with their families, but my other friends who are christian saw that I was sad that I was going to be alone for eid and told me they’d celebrate it with me and dress up, try and cook asian food for me hahah and watch a movie with me. now, alhamdulillah, i am able to go home to my family for eid Insha’Allah but my point is, if you have other close friends who aren’t muslim and they know how much it means to you, perhaps tell them that you’d really like to spend the day with them so that you feel less alone on the day

overall, the main thing i’d say is to enjoy being in the company of Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ and really feel His presence, and also to set goals that you can work on during ramadan and feel comfortable in your own company as well. either way, it will boost your spirituality. I pray that you feel happy throughout ramadan rather than lonely and that your struggles bring you closer to Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ and His Mercy, Ameen. if you need any further tips, do send me another ask!! ♡

[heartsiez]

JEALOUSY.

⌗ ayato, thoma, ??? and f!reader

⌗ angst and plot twist

— ayato

he’s always so busy with work that you are only able to see him two days a week and that’s usually only at night.

you understand but you can’t help and feel selfish, wanting him and his attention all to yourself. so that’s why you have a plan to get what you want.

with a lot if persuasion and bribing, you were able to get thoma to help you out. the plan was simple; just hang out a lot and do the stuff with him you always did with ayato.

when ayato was finally back in inazuma your plan had began. you and thoma were waiting in an alleyway anticipating for ayato to walk near. when you finally saw him you dragged thoma out by the hand and acted casual.

you made sure to almost shout, just so your lover could hear you speak to thoma. “so, what shall we do today?” you asked him.

ayato overheard and saw you two together, he frowned at the sight. you two only hung out when ayato was around, never alone. though, it didn’t matter, ayato started making his way over to you two which you noticed nudging thomas shoulder.

“hm, i don’t know my lady.. maybe we should get boba?” thoma said giving a sweet smile to you which you nodded. ayato stopped in his tracks, only he calls you that. why is thoma calling you such an endearment? and boba? you hate boba, why would you get it with him?

“here’s the stall, i’ll pay for us.” you said getting mora out of your pocket which thoma held your wrist down. “there’s no need! i’ll pay for us.” he smiled.

“really? you’re such a gentleman…” you said hanging off of thomas shoulder. he could feel ayatos burning glare in the back of his head because he started shaking you off instantly with a nervous laugh. “an— anything for you my lady! you totally owe me a big one for this…” he said whispering the last bit making you laugh a bit.

ayato just watched from afar with jealousy and anger bubbling up inside him. how badly he just wanted to confront you guys, but he had pride, so he wouldn’t dare.

you noticed how he was about to just walk away making your reflexes take over you. you turned thoma around swiftly so his back was faced towards ayato and you brought his face right up to yours, covering his mouth with your hand and pressing your lips against it to make it look like you two kissed.

ayato froze when he saw what just happened. his heart dropped and he could feel his face fall, if he was holding anything it would’ve dropped to the ground. his fists clenched and he ran off instantly, only feeling betrayal and heartbreak.

you instantly pushed him away afterwards realising what you did. thoma stared at you anxiously. “uhh, you know we’re meant to make him jealous, not make it look like you’re cheating…”

“oh my fucking god what did i just do? he’s gonna think i kissed you!” you angrily whispering at him. thoma wasn’t even paying attention, he was totally getting fired…

when you saw ayato walk off, you instantly pushed thoma away from you running after him. thoma was quick to run with you and hopefully help explain what happened to ayato. you were able to catch up with him at the centre of ritou. you shouted out his name and ayato stopped in his tracks, his hands loosening. “what?” he mustered out, venom dripping from his tone.

“it’s— it’s not what you think…” you tried catching your breath as you bent down, holding you knees. thoma finally made his way to the sight just quick enough to agree. “what y/n said, my lord…” he panted out.

ayato gave a mocking laugh, turning his head to look at you two with back still faced to you. “what do you mean by y/n? don’t you mean ‘my lady?’” he quoted from earlier.

“no he doesn’t. look please just let me explain, love. it’s not what you think at all.” you tried putting your hand on his shoulder but he flicked it off. ayato finally turned around looking down at you two. sighing to himself. “explain, it better be good.”

“well you were always busy with work so-”

“so you went off to thoma because i was never there?” he glared. n— no my lord. please just let them explain.” you felt so guilty dragging thoma into this mess but you had to shake the thought from your head as you continued,

“... so i came up with a plan that would make you finally pay attention to me rather than work, it was to make you jealous. thoma and i were just meant to do stuff you and i did but when i saw it wasn’t working, i turned thoma to me and made it look like we kissed. which we didn’t! i covered his mouth with my hand and kissed that.” thoma nodded, refusing to look at you in case that somehow raised suspicion.

ayatos eyes darkened as he turned away. “you think i would believe that? how pathetic.” you stood there confused, giving a weird look to him. “what do you mean? i promise it’s the truth, i wouldn’t do that to you. i love you.” you went to grab his hand but he brought it to his chest and crossed his arms instead.

“do you seriously think i didn’t see the pictures?” ayatos voice sent shivers down your spine. “what? pardon? what pictures?” you looked confused. “oh don’t act stupid. i saw the pictures of you and thoma hanging out and kissing while i was away for work. i didn't believe them, of course, but with what happened just then i seriously don't know anymore." your eyes widened and you backed away from him, what the hell did he mean? you and thoma did none of the sort.

“what are you on? me and thoma barely spoke while you were gone.”

“is that true? then explain these.” spoke ayato turning around, handing pictures to the two of you. thomas heart dropped as his eyes widened. you just looked at them and scoffed. “do you honestly believe these are real? i would never cheat on you.”

“right.” he snatched the pictures back from you and put them in his coat pocket. “just please, stop lying. it already hurts me enough that the person i love is cheating on me.” ayato whispered, trying hard to not let his voice break.

“ayato, can’t you see it? these pictures are obviously edited. someone’s trying to set me and thoma up.” your boyfriends eyes squinted as he looked at you weirdly. “why would someone do that? and who would do that?” he gave a laugh.

“we would.” said a familiar voice.

⌗ woop woop, no part two i’m so sorry

[bobathirstaccount]

The Favorite

Boba x fem!reader, developing relationship, smut

Boba & Din

mesh’la - beautiful

***

Boba worried as you laughed with the Zabrak. What if you preferred his company to Boba’s? His guts twisted a bit; he really liked you, but he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject with you. You continued to laugh, stressing him further. Finally the refills came. Boba snatched them off the bar top and tried to casually hurry back to his seat.

Plopping down next to you, he pushed the stupid Zabrak his drink. Then he turned, and carefully handed yours to you. You smiled at him, eyes sparkling. You were slightly drunk and having a good time. He smiled back, feeling goofy.

The Zabrak said something. You glanced back at him, smirking slightly. Boba tried to not roll his eyes. He wanted this interloper gone. But he refused to leave, lingering to hit on you repeatedly.

Din returned to the table, sliding in next to Boba. “Lost all my credits,” he commented quietly. Boba turned to him, “Told you, you can’t go up against a droid.”

Din shrugged, “It was fun.”

“Being a loser is fun?” The Zabrak laughed. Boba took offense on Din’s behalf, who only shrugged again.

“Not cool,” you frowned, “Be nice to Din; besides he can kick your ass.”

The Zabrak downplayed, “Only teasing. Like you… you gonna come home with me tonight?”

Boba glared at him as you laughed darkly. “Absolutely not.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he winked suggestively. Boba continued to glower.

“I’ll have to miss out,” you dismissed. Turning to Boba and Din, you asked, “Shall we get going?”

“Wait, you’re going home with both of them?” The Zabrak was incredulous. You smiled mischievously, running your hand lightly over Boba’s. His eyes widened slightly; why had you done that? He turned his head slightly towards you, curious.

The Zabrak grabbed his drink, “I have no chance if you’re into tin cans…”

Din’s shiny head tilted to the right slightly. Boba wondered if he was taking offense. You shot back, “I’m into real men. Warriors.” He shrugged and took off, disappearing into the crowd almost immediately. Din slapped Boba’s armored shoulder. “Nothing like a lady coming to our defense, hmm?”

You smiled broadly as Boba mumbled his agreement. He grabbed his helmet and slid it over his head, happy to have some anonymity again. He still felt flustered from your touching his hand.

“Seriously though, let’s get going,” you stood, grabbing your jacket. Boba respectfully let you lead the way to the door. Din trailed behind him, humming lightly to himself.

***

Boba laid in bed, thinking about you. You had gone straight to bed upon getting back to the hotel. You were just in the next room, laying there… he sighed. Din turned his head to him, “Can’t sleep?”

“Just thinking,” Boba rolled over onto his side, away from Din.

“Thinking about… a certain lady?”

Boba froze. Was he that obvious? Did you know too?

“I am too, but I think she likes you,” Din continued. “She looks at you… a certain way.”

“Really?” Boba asked a bit too eagerly.

Din smiled under his helmet. “Yeah.”

Boba tried not to let it get his hopes up. He was unsuccessful. Maybe you could like him, after all. He didn’t respond, closing his eyes instead and willing sleep to come.

***

“Hi!” You were bright-eyed while Boba slumped against the door frame, barely able to stand. He questioned his decision to open the door. “Man, you look like you feel terrible,” You commented lightly. “Anyway, check-out is in 15 minutes, thought you should know,” you continued.

Shit! Boba panicked, nearly closing the door in your face. Awkwardly, he invited you in. You nodded towards the shower, “In. I’ll wake Din.”

Boba obediently hopped into the shower as you approached the bed. As the water hit his skin, he thought of you. Did you really look at him a certain way, like Din had claimed? His thoughts were broken into as he heard the bathroom door open. In his flustered state he had forgotten to lock it. He heard a familiar voice, “How’s the water in there? Cold? Warm? … hot, hopefully.”

Shocked, he peered around the shower wall. You were hurriedly disrobing. Turning the hot water higher, Boba fretted over you joining him. Why was this happening?

Suddenly your arms were sliding around his waist. He felt your chest press against his back. “Hmm, this water temp is acceptable. Could be hotter though,” you murmured, lips against his skin. You kissed from his shoulder up his neck to his ear. Meanwhile, your hands slid down his torso slowly. His stomach flip flopped in anticipation. You stopped just before you got to his cock. He grew hard. He couldn’t help it. The feeling of your tits against his back and how you were kissing down his neck was too much.

“Din asked for five more minutes of sleep… so that’s how long we have.”

“Uh, for what?” He felt incredibly awkward, but he didn’t want to assume.

“For whatever you want.” You bit Boba’s neck softly. He groaned, grabbing your hands in his large ones. Turning around, he brought your hands around his neck. You pressed your body against him again, trapping his cock between the two of your bodies. He groaned, hands sliding down your sides to your asscheeks. Gripping them, he lifted you and pressed you into the wall. Aching for you, he held you up with one arm while he grabbed himself with his free hand. Finding your entrance, he pushed in immediately, beyond impatient to be inside of you.

Moaning, you wrapped your legs around him as he grabbed your hip and started to fuck up into you hard. The hot water hit your skin as the two of you fucked. Suddenly he leaned in, face very close to yours. His eyes slid your lips, which were parted as you were moaning his name. Impetuously, he closed the rest of the distance and kissed you hard. You ate it up, kissing him back hungrily.

He broke the kiss to murmur your name into your ear as you squeezed your arms and legs around him. His rhythm was hard and fast, keeping you pressed against the cool tile wall. The feeling of him stroking you was overwhelming; you arched your back slightly as you came on him. Boba grunted, feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock. “Such a good girl for me, mesh’la,” he purred, straining to not cum in you. You whimpered as he continued to fuck into you, groaning your name.

He pulled out at the last second, grunting and cumming and nearly slipping in the shower. He steadied himself and you and kissed you again without thinking.

The door rattled. The two of you looked at each other. You laughed, “Din. Good thing I locked the door.”

Boba smiled softly, supremely smitten. He turned and shut off the water. Suddenly chilly, you grabbed his towel and wrapped it around yourself. The two of you carefully stepped out of the shower while you quickly toweled off. Throwing the towel to Boba, you dressed. When you turned around he was already halfway dressed as well.

“Ready for a confused Mandalorian?” You asked playfully. Boba snorted, “He’s always somewhat confused. You can unlock it.”

You opened the door a crack, and, teasingly you asked Din, “What’s the secret password?”

“Wait. I thought Boba was in there…” Din sounded sleepy and befuddled. Boba smiled as he finished dressing. He came up behind you so that Din could see him through the partially opened door.

“Huh? How come you’re both in there — oh. Oh. Uhm…” he stood awkwardly. You opened the door the rest of the way. Grabbing Boba by the hand, you swished past Din. “Your turn!”

Din mumbled as he entered the bathroom, the door closing behind him. You plopped down on the edge of the bed. “What’re we gonna do while we wait?” You gave him a flirtatious look.

Boba had a few ideas.

[katyasrussianaccent]

you're so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You're a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Author's Note: Don't hate me! This was gonna be a cute chapter but then I decided against that. Credit to @moontwinkles for the spilling scene idea. Let me know what you think!

Masterlist

The sound of your alarm wakes you from your slumber with a suddenness. Bleary-eyed, you roll over to turn it off, letting out a small sigh as your body and brain start to awaken. You’re going to meet Corpse. You’re going to meet Corpse. It bares repeating in your mind; the prospect still not quite registering.

You haven’t had the greatest sleep, your mind racing most of the night; skittish little thoughts that had you tapping your toes on the mattress in agitation as you struggled to turn them off. Sunlight streams through the cracks in your blinds, a warm glow painted in stripes on your wall. It was going to be a good day, tiredness be damned.

You get up, stretching your arms out as wide as possible and relishing in the relief as your muscles unclench themselves. There’s a little spring in your step as you walk to the bathroom, to wash your face and brush your teeth. You aren’t nervous as you pick out your favourite outfit, instead you feel excited. It’s funny how little scraps of fabric and thread can impact your mood so much, but you smile at your reflection, the feeling of confidence is nice, albeit rare.

The rumbling in your stomach signals that you need to eat something before you leave. Nothing too fancy, just some toast and a glass of juice. You can feel the nerves start to grow a little, the food sits heavy on your tongue, forcing you to swallow it. You grab your phone, scrolling as you chew. You go onto Corpse’s twitter, smiling at the picture he’s posted.

Out of curiosity, you go onto his likes. You always find his likes interesting; the random things he’s added gives you more of an insight to his thoughts and feelings. You chew the inside of your cheek as you scroll down past girls with perfect skin and bodies; your previous confidence now feels a little misplaced.

Deciding against letting it ruin your mood, you close the tab and go to grab your bag before locking your door and heading to your car. You text Rae to let her know you’re leaving and she replies almost immediately to wish you luck. Sitting in front of the steering wheel, you exhale as you start the engine and begin to drive. This was really happening. When Corpse had asked to meet, you were shocked. While you had discussed it, you had been under the assumption it would be a while before it happened. You just hope you don’t make an idiot of yourself; a tendency you had when you were nervous.

While you love the city, there’s something about driving on the open road. No noise, just the sound of tires on concrete. The scenery remains the same; nothing but trees and the occasional house far in the horizon. You’re meeting him in Santa Barbara; a place you’ve been to once in your life, so it might as well be brand new. It’s halfway between both of you, and while it’s still a few hours drive, you’ve got good music and some sunshine to keep you happy.

The drive flies in and before you know it, you’ve arrived. You’re meeting at a cafe that sells bubble tea; it was Corpse’s recommendation. It’s a charming little place, with white table and chairs on a cobbled patio area. The building itself is white brick, plant pots decorate the window sills and there’s a small crowd of people waiting in line. You turn off the engine, and grab the perfume out your bag, the smell of peaches invading your nostrils. With one last look at yourself, you exit your car and make your way to the cafe.

You’re not sure how you’ll find him, being faceless and all. A quick scan of the people around you, your eyes zero in on a figure dressed all in black, leaning against a wall that’s slightly in the shade. There’s butterflies in your stomach as you look at him from afar, your feet apparently unable to move on their own accord. He stands out amongst the brightly coloured outfits of everyone else, and you can see the sun glint against the chains on his jeans.

“Hi,” you greet, your hand going up to half-wave at him. He’s handsome; pale skin and cheekbones that disappear under the fabric of his mask. A mop of black curls are atop his head, falling out in different directions, and he brushes one off his forehead as he looks at you.

“Hey,” he replies and you smile a little. There’s a thick fog of awkwardness between you as you both take each other in, though trying not to look so obvious about it. You feel under scrutiny as his eyes move over you, and you meet his gaze before you both look down at the ground, a faint blush on your cheeks.

“How was the drive?,” you ask at the same time he does, causing you both to laugh. “Oh. Uh yeah it was good, thanks, how was yours?”

“Yeah it was good,” he replies, his eyes still on the ground.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

You scream internally as your eyes dart around, looking for something, anything to break this awkwardness. It shouldn’t be like this, you have such great chemistry on the phone and online, but there’s nothing right now. Is it you? There’s a niggling in your brain that says he was fine until now; until he saw you.

“We could go, uh, into the cafe? Get some food?” he suggests, breaking you from your self deprecating thoughts. You nod and you follow him to the door. He opens it and you dodge out the way as it narrowly escapes hitting you in the face. Corpse mutters an apology as he walks in, his eyes glued to the ground.

You order together; you get yourself a boba tea and a burger and Corpse does the same. He pays without saying anything to you, and while the day’s isn’t going quite as you pictured, the gesture makes your cheeks warm. You desperately hope it gets better. Maybe you’ve misread the situation and the chemistry you felt you had was just friendship on his part. Friends flirt all the time, and it doesn’t have to mean anything.

Your food arrives and you sit in relative silence as you eat. The times you do speak is stilted, full of one word answers and obvious observations. You go to reach for your boba as Corpse goes to grab salt, and the movement of his hand plus the crampedness of the table pushes your own hand back towards you, knocking the cup all over your neck and chest. Corpse shoots up in a speed that shouldn’t be human, his hand full of napkins as he comes towards you. The liquid is cold against your skin, and you look down to see your outfit now ruined, the fabric sticking to you in wet patches.

“I’m such a fucking idiot, I’m so sorry,” Corpse says, his tone panicky as he dabs at your neck. He continues to dab, his hands pressing at the neckline of your top and if this was another time, you’d feel all fluttery at his hands on your skin. But it’s not, you’re uncomfortable and the day has sucked so far and all you want to do is go home. He discards the napkin onto the table and grabs another, his fingers warm against your collarbone as he presses the tissue. He doesn’t realise that he’s travelling downwards to your chest before he presses once, twice, before retracting his hand back like he’s been burned, the napkin falling to the floor. “Uh fuck, sorry, I didn’t realise I - “

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “I’ve always wanted apple scented boobs, guess I can check that off my bucket list.” It’s a failed joke but humour is a defence mechanism for you, even if it’s not very funny. Corpse widens his eyes a little, his gaze fixed on the napkin that’s on the floor.

He hands you some more napkins and you clean up a little more. Your skin feels sticky, and you smell of artificial apple; but the apple isn’t sweet, it’s bitter and slightly unpleasant.

“Uh, I should probably go home and get a shower, I feel like I fell into a vat of sugar,” you say, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“Oh, yeah, I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so clumsy,” Corpse replies. You can tell he feels awful, and while you sympathise, he’s not the one that’s just had almost a full cup of boba spilled on him.

You shake your head, “It’s fine, really. I just feel really gross. Don’t worry about it.” You smile in what you hope comes across as reassurance.

“Let me walk you back to your car,” he says. You nod and walk out together in silence; something you had gotten used to throughout the day.

“Have a safe drive back,” you say as you get to your car.

“I will. Let me know when you get home?” he asks, and you nod.

“Shall do. Goodbye Corpse,” you say, opening the door and waving at him through the window. He waves back and you watch him through the rearview mirror as he disappears out of sight. You feel like an idiot for believing this was going to be good, like you ever had a chance with him. You’d been saying it since the start; that it wouldn’t work, you had nothing in common, nothing to talk about. And you were right. Sometimes you hated being right.

You turn the engine on and sit there for a second, your head pressing against the steering wheel. What a waste of time this was. Grabbing your phone, you tweet quickly.

“Oh well, let’s go wallow in self pity,” you whisper before driving off.

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[ryehouses]

I received several requests for an Ushib POV, so here she is below! If you asked a question or two in with your POV request, don’t worry, I shall be attempting to answer those questions throughout the day. Love y’all! 

Set during ast 23, "ijaa."

Grandmother Ushib, most venerable elder of Spotted Anooba Tribe, advisor and warrior and healer and cook, was having a rather trying day. It had started off trying, with Ushib back among her tribesmen resisting the urge to stave young A’Shek’s stubborn head in, and looked like it was going to end trying too, as Ushib had been plucked off the back of her speeder by a pair of ghuy’ra outlanders on her way back to Boba’s tuskbal, trussed like a bladeback that would soon be roasted over a pit and thrown across the back of another noisy speeder. 

Ushib’s only consolation, as the desert whipped by in shades of blue and silver, the moons and the stars burning brightly overhead, was that these ghuy’ra were as foolish as all ghuy’ra, and had not bothered checking to see if an old Tusken woman was carrying any knives. 

Of course I am carrying a knife, Ushib thought. Her hands were bound, but her nisa’sik, her women’s knife, made of fine krayt-bone, was tucked up into the sleeves of her billowing robes. All women carried their krayt-bone knives, given to them by their mothers when they became adults of the tribe; Ushib’s had been given to her by her own mother, rains and rains ago, when Ushib had come of age in the high mountains of her own tribe. The krayts there were spiny and tough, and their bones strong. Her nisa’sik was sharp. 

Getting it free was another matter, but again the stupidity of the ghuy’ra worked in Ushib’s favor. Most ghuy’ra did not go into the desert wrapped in the long, billowing robes favored by the Tuskens and so weren’t used to seeing someone dressed properly moving with and beneath their robes. Ushib’s sleeves were long. They hid much. 

Including Ushib, once she blinked herself back awake, head sore, and started to work the krayt-bone knife loose from its place against her inner forearm, using the side of the speeder. 

It was tricky, delicate work, since Ushib would have a significantly harder time freeing herself if she lost her grip and dropped the knife into the sands, but Ushib had been a jida, grandmother and healer and elder of her tribe, for nearly thirty rains. Tricky, delicate work was her specialty. 

Just a little more, she thought, sending a quick prayer to the spirits of her foremothers. The knife was working itself free of its sheath. Ushib felt its edges skim against her skin. That was alright. Knife-work was almost always bloody. Just a little – there! 

The knife slipped free, and Ushib caught it as it fell from her sleeves, her fingers quick and strong despite her age. The edge of the knife shone silver underneath the moons. Ushib smiled. 

From there it was a short matter to cut herself free, give her body a moment to work blood and feeling back into all the right places, and then lunge for the ghuy’ra who’d dared to catch and hold Ushib away from her people. 

The ghuy’ra driving the speeder Ushib was on was human, a woman, and she died with Ushib’s knife in her throat. The second, a man, died when Ushib shoved the woman’s body out of the way, snatched up the controls of the speeder and veered it sharply into the man’s. 

His speeder made a very satisfying sound as it crashed into the sands, fire blooming bright and red. 

Well, Ushib thought, straightening the speeder out carefully. The nose was crumpled in, a bit – speeders weren’t half as hardy as a proper bantha mount – but it still seemed to work well enough. Maybe A’Shek had the right idea, when he diced we were to ride speeders as well as bladebacks and bantha. 

Traveling this way was certainly faster. Ushib checked her position relative to the night sky, and adjusted course. She’d be later than she’d meant to be, but hopefully whoever was injured back in Boba’s tuksbal would survive the night. 

If not, Ushib mused, racking the speeder into a higher gear, skimming above the sands like a junda bird, perhaps my Boba will be up for some ghuy’ra hunting. 

The moons were clear and bright, lighting Ushib’s path. The desert was still and quiet. The only sound Ushib could hear was the roar of her speeder, which snarled over the empty sands like a krayt dragon staking its claim. 

No, she thought, tilting her head a little. That’s not all I can hear. I can hear – 

Another, dimmer roar. It grew louder and louder. Ushib first scanned the desert on all sides for another speeder, expecting more ghuy’ra on the attack, but saw nothing. She looked up, and saw a bright flash of silver, trailed by fire. 

Ah, she thought. The Mandalorian. 

Ushib had heard of the Mandalorian. Boba had told her a little and Fennec had told her a little more. Ushib had heard that the Mandalorian liked Ushib’s easda and her red tea, but that he didn’t think that her curry was hot enough. 

And Ushib had heard a little more, at the great gatherings of the tuskra in the sands. This was, Ushib knew, the same Mandalorian boy who had been made tuskra by the White Bantha many rains and rains ago. This was the Mandalorian who had slain the Great Dragon of the canyons, and who was beloved of the Sun Rock too. 

The Mandalorian banked in the sky, a silver bird, and began to drop towards Ushib. 

She thought briefly about making the Mandalorian work for it, making him chase her speeder across the sands, but decided against it and pulled off the desert roads into the shadow of an outcropping, waiting for the Mandalorian to land. 

Land he did, keeping his feet, dropping to the sands a respectable distance away from Ushib. He did not dress like Boba, who wore proper robes underneath his armor these days, but rather what Ushib imagined was the garb of the Mandalorian’s first tribe; some sort of flightsuit, a tattered cloak, plates and plates of bright silver armor. 

He had no helmet and his face was human, and expressive. He looked tired. There was sand in his hair. 

But the Mandalorian greeted Ushib properly, despite all that, pressing his hand to his chest. His eyes were sharp and keen. 

Ushib decided that she liked him. He had the right manners – and she’d have to thank Elhama for that, if Elhama, who had nearly as many rains as Ushib herself did, still lived at the next Gathering of Tents – and even though Boba had only told Ushib a bit about the Mandalorian, Ushib knew that Boba liked him too. 

Ushib pressed a hand to her own chest, greeting the Mandalorian back. 

They introduced themselves, Ushib teaching the boy her name and the boy sharing his in kind – heart-stubborn, he named himself, which Ushib thought was very good – and the boy raised himself even further in Ushib’s esteem by acknowledging that she, like all grandmothers, was dangerous. 

Oh, she thought. I like this one. Boba was right to add him to the tribe. She’d been inclined to like the Mandalorian, Din, already, since he’d apparently done his best to crack A’Shek open like a junda bird egg during an aza’gad, but the longer she spoke with Din, the more she liked him. 

She liked him so much, as he told her what he was doing in the sands and why – Ushib would have to thank Fennec later, for sending aid, even though Ushib hadn’t ended up needing any – that Ushib taught Din Boba’s name too, shaping the words with her hands. 

His eyes went wide at the shapes. 

Fire-spirit, he repeated, carefully. 

Ushib smiled behind her mask. 

The other grandmothers of Spotted Anooba Tribe had made warding signs when Ushib had named Boba for the hara’alli, the fire-spirits that burned alone in the desert sands. The revenants and the vengeance-bent, the unjustly done who sought that justice. It was a bad omen, they all said. 

Boba was a bad omen. Not to the tuskra, Ushib didn’t think. But to their enemies. Fire burned. Fire cleaned. The Spotted Anooba were a desert tribe, but Ushib was of the mountains. Fires burned there just before the rains came, and marked the turning of the year. Fire renewed the fields and cleared away the old growth, making room for the new. A fire-spirit was not such a terrible thing to be. 

As if naming him to Din summoned him into being, another faint roar echoed over the sky and Boba appeared, circling Ushib and Din once, twice, a third time before dropping to join them in the sands. 

He was fully-armored. His visor gleamed in the moonslight. 

Ushib smiled to see him too. Boba flicked his gaze over the Mandalorian, checking to make sure that he was alright, then turned and greeted Ushib properly. 

Ushib returned the greeting and let Boba speak, answered his rapid questions about how she was and what had happened, and then she gave Boba and the Mandalorian time to talk, content to just watch. Boba had told her so little, but that was alright – sometimes there was more to learn through silence than through speaking, and Ushib was learning plenty now. 

Boba and Din were angled towards each other. There was a distance between them, but they understood each other. Din was deferent, as was proper – Boba was the chief of the odd little tribe he’d pieced together, even if he refused to call himself that, stubborn as always – but Boba took Din’s counsel to heart too, just like he considered Ushib’s counsel, and Fennec’s. Boba’s body was turned towards Din, as if Boba could ward off harm with the set of his shoulders alone. 

A clearer image was emerging, like a mountain finally resolving itself from the haze of a mirage. 

Ushib’s smile grew. 

She waited until Din had left, reluctantly agreeing that splitting up was the best course of action, for now, then turned to her son again. 

Boba was looking at her, and Ushib could imagine his face behind his helmet. His battle-scars, his dark eyes, his eyebrows drawn together. 

What? Boba asked, his hands slow and suspicious as he traced the word in the air. 

Ushib chuckled and dipped her head, the womp-rat tusks – four, one for each of the children she had borne, though she did need to eventually get a hold of a fifth and possibly a sixth, now, if what she’d just pieced together was true, and lasted – gleaming in the light of the moons. 

Nothing, Ushib said. Her Boba was a stubborn sort. Clever as an anooba, persistent as a kirik-fly, graceful as a junda bird, fierce as a dragon, but stubborn, too, a bladeback pawing at the earth and flashing its tusks for the charge. 

She chose her next words carefully. I like him, is all. 

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Nervous Ruler and a Quiet Bounty Hunter:

Din x gn!reader Drabble

A/n: The thing that looks like a dress is a cloak. Also I got done with my essay, I working on SAU (something about you), a Din x reader mini series, and a Cobb x reader Drabble. More to come.

Masterlist

“I have looked at you in millions of ways and I have loved you in each!”

You groaned, that sounded stupid. You set the flowers down and looked at an eating Grogu. “I’m going through all of this and he’s just gonna say no.” You chuckled. Grogu let out a coo. “Yeah you think so huh? I should still ask him to be my boyfriend?” You smiled gently and patted Grogu’s head.

“Patu…”

“Yeah let’s try again.”

“I dream of you all the time. I dream of us together I-ugh! THAT SOUNDS CREEPY!” You shouted, Grogu jumped a little. “Sorry kid.” You sighed and shifted around your room. “Okay okay… again.” You breath in… and out… then look at the roses you wanted to give Din.

“My love for you is as real as these roses!” You smile, so cheesy. Your palms sweat more and you touch one of the petals… it felt funny, not soft like a regular rose petal… were they fake? Oh kriff… “You’ve got to be kidding me… They’re fake Grogu!” You growled. Grogu tilted his head. “I guess he will appreciate them but I gotta think of something else to say!” You continued walking around the small bedroom. “Hmmm.” You shuffle a bit then look out your window thinking. “Maybe… My love for you will last as long as these roses!” You laughed at the saying, it was even more cheesy but you knew he would like it. Grogu babbled and nodded his head. “Thanks bud. You’re always such a great help!” You picked him up and hugged him. “Best wingman ever.” You booped his nose with your index and middle finger then set him down on the floor.

“Okay time to hype ourselves.” You jumped up and down and breathed in and out quickly. “Okay! Okay! No more stalling! It’s time!” You grabbed the bouquet and Grogu made his way towards the door with you while jumping. “Does my cloak look okay?” You asked, Grogu nodded. “Perfect.” You opened the door and made your way through the halls of Boba Fett’s palace, down the steps you and Grogu basically flew to the throne room where you knew Din was talking to Boba and Fennec.

You peaked out of the corner and watched as they talked. Your palms were tingly and sweaty and everything that happens when you’re nervous. Your stomach felt the same, butterflies all over. You nervously stepped in place, then noticed Grogu taking it into his own hands. “Kid! Wait!” You tried to run after him, your body made it around the corner then you tripped… and fell… in front of everyone.. stupid ass cloak.

You spit sand out of your mouth and quickly composed yourself, picking up the flowers and dusting off more sand. You looked up to see everyone looking at you. Kriff. Your stomach twisted up more, making a tornado of butterflies. You just walked up to Din. Here goes nothing. “THese flOwers arE aS reaL aS mY lOVE FOR YOU!” Your eyes widened. You messed it up. “Dank Ferrik. Wrong saying I uh…. Uhhhhh.” You looked into Din’s visor and he tilted his head as to tell you to keep going. “These flowers are fake so it’s not right for me to say that- I wouldn’t say that and give you flowers that would be mean, Din I’m so sorry, hold on Lemme try again!” You rambled and noticed Fennec and Boba smiling behind Din. Ah shit. “Din Djarin. My love for you will last as long as these roses. So with that being said.. will you be my boyfriend?” You shoved the flowers out into his beskar chest plate. He let out a soft chuckle, your face heated up and felt like small love needles poking you so you faced away and scrunched your face.

“Yes. I will be your boyfriend, your highness” Din replied and took the flowers from you.

“Really!” You jumped. “Grogu you were right! He did say yes!” You looked down at him and he made an ‘I told you so’ face. “I had every right to be nervous kid!” You stopped jumping and put your hand on your hip.

“Well… shall I order a dinner to get made for the two of you?” Boba asked, putting his hand on Din’s shoulder.

“Yes, thank you Boba.” Din said. “And thank you for the roses your majesty, now let’s go for a walk while dinner is being made.”

You couldn’t say no to that.