#it's only 10!I'll have you know that's barely above minimum for me!

[greencheekconure27]

I feel judged.

Stop judging me Firefox.

[saltyseagoat83]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @1lostsoul0fishbowl <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9 with many more planned

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

211803 at this time, between all fics

3. What fandoms do you write for?

All my works at this time are for Stranger Things, but I have some starters in progress in google docs for The Witcher and Shadow and Bone 

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I Was Born to Love You - Modern Steddie AU with hints of other ships - One-shot

Extroverts and Introverts - Eddie/OC - Series

How It Should Have Been - Eddissy/Hellcheer centric overall ST AU fix-it - Series

Life Is Ours, We Live It Our Way - Edancy (Eddie/Nancy) AU season 3 timeline - Series

Tied for 5th:

The Unnamed Feeling - Billy/OC - Series

Running Away, Running Toward - Eddissy (aka Hellcheer) ‘Chrissy lives’ AU - Series

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do as often as I can, but while I read them all I don’t always have time or energy for replies

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I haven’t written any such endings, tbh.  I’m too much of a sucker for happy endings (and I don’t mean that sexually).  Plus, aside from one-shots, I haven’t finished any of my fics yet.  They’re all works in progress.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Both of my one-shots, mainly because no other fics have endings yet xD

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet, and I hope I never do.  I already have self-esteem issues related to a combo of abuse lasting from 6-7ish through 15/16 and bullying from as far back as preschool up through those same years.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do on occasion, when the mood strikes.  The fluffy kind that involves 18+ only.  All lovey and shit.  Little bit of kink to it but nothing hardcore.  No slapping, degradation, humiliation, etc.  No underage of any kind, no scato/uro/necro/emeto type paraphilias, no cheating.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t done so yet, but I’m not ruling out the possibility.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

To my knowledge, no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I’m aware of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not exactly, but I do forum-based RP so… kind of adjacent maybe?

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh my goddess.  Don’t ask me this.  Especially without narrowing it down to a single fandom.  I have -far- too many ships I love, both canon and otherwise lmao.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hell if I know.  It may take me forever and a day, but I do intend to finish all my fics one way or another.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Uhm…. not sure on this one. I'm too harsh a critic of myself to be able to accurately answer this.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I refuse to write fics that involve cheating or love triangles, especially those involving any main characters of said fic. A little jealousy here and there is the most I'll do, and not with any regularity.  I have ONE fic that involves active abuse and only included the bare minimum necessary for that.  (It’s the Billy/OC fic I mentioned above.)  I can’t and won’t do more than the minimum, b/c it’s a triggery subject for me so I have to be very careful with reading or writing such subject matter. I also feel like people may not enjoy my smutty scenes as much as they do other writers', because I don't do the heavy BDSM (spit, slapping, spanking, degradation, humiliation, etc) that so many others do.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I’m only fluent in English, so I’d need the help of Google Translate for that.  I’ve used it for RP stuff, but not in fic writing yet.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I can’t remember exactly.  First fandom RP was… I -think- Star Wars.  First published fanfic was Stranger Things (Running Away, Running Toward).  First fandom writing at all… ummm… maybe some Disney thing or other when I was a kid?  I’m not entirely sure.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is like asking me to pick which of my 4 cats is my favorite hahahahaha.  But also, I regularly question my skills as a writer, b/c self-esteem issues.  >.>

Random tags: @thatbagginsbitch @hellfire--cult @andvys @munson-blurbs

[goodbyenorthernlights]

Your belief that "criminals" or other people who "do bad things" should be removed from society and cast out forever so that the rest of us can remain good and pure is this puritanical Christian nonsense. Other religions don't ascribe to this...

I'm a little suspicious of this statement, namely the idea that carceral thinking is particularly and exclusively a Christian phenomenon. I'm speaking from the POV of an atheist who is culturally Christian (and kind of raised as a Unitarian Universalist, which was, uh, basically a Christian-lite experience for me) and someone who isn't remotely a theologist so my reaction is mostly just "That doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about non-Christian religions to dispute it."

However I did mention this statement to a relative of mine who's something of a history enthusiast and she did recall that the ancient Greeks had a process called ostracism, which I'll just copy+paste some explanatory snippets from this article on worldhistory.org:

Ostracism was a political process used in 5th-century BCE Athens whereby those individuals considered too powerful or dangerous to the city were exiled for 10 years by popular vote. Some of the greatest names in Greek history fell victim to the process, although, as the votes were often not personal but based on policies, many were able to resume politics after they had served the statuary 10 years away from their home city.

And:

For the result of an ostracism to be effective a minimum of 6,000 votes had to be cast. Then the officials announced which individual had amassed the most votes and that person was ostracised, that is in the original meaning of the term, exiled. There was no possibility of appeal against the decision. The man was given 10 days to organise his affairs and then he must leave the city and never return to the region of Attica for a period of 10 years. Interestingly, the individual did not lose their citizenship and nor was their personal property confiscated.

"Okay," one might argue, "But it was only ten years and they didn't lose their citizenship!" Well, that sort of thing is often the case for prisoners in the modern day, and it's still an example of punishment via casting out the bad person.

And this is something that happened in 5th Century BCE, meaning this is an example that predates Christianity itself. Sure, our current attitude towards crime and punishment in North America is different from that of the 5th century Greeks, but you can see certain logical similarities between our current judicial system and ancient ones (e.g. Mesopotamians used criminals as slave labor, much like modern day America does or effectively does) which I think suggests that human society as a whole struggles to find a good way to deal with transgressers, rather than that "everybody was doing a reformist thing until Christian colonizers waltzed in and invented the capitalist prison industrial complex."

Christianity as a whole does have a lot to answer for but I feel like sometimes when people write criticisms like this they are reaaaallllly oversimplifying the issue to "all bad Western philosophy is rooted in Christianity" with the unspoken implication being that "if everyone stopped being Christian things would improve" which is not only a logistically impossible solution, it's also barely a step above the idea "all bad Western philosophy is rooted in religion, if everyone became an atheist things would improve," which I think other people have been able to criticize more eloquently than I would be able to.

Christianity and Western culture are thoroughly enmeshed with one another and form a complex, multi-faceted organism with history stretching back thousands of years across innumerable individuals and continents and countries, so making sweeping statements about "this is what Christianity inherently is" is going to be a massive oversimplification at best, outright wrong at worst.

And like, Christianity is the most dominant religion in the world, so it's not as if some people on tumblr criticizing it with mildly inaccurate statements is going to lead to Oppressed Christians Oh No. But it's not the most productive way to go about things either!

hey uhhh but fr the concept of fallen angels existing but risen demons being an impossibility is kind of a great summary of sin in christianity

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

✨ Art Commissions Open w/ Writing Commissions Mentioned Too ✨

PLEASE READ AND MAKE SURE YOU FULLY UNDERSTAND BEFORE DOING ANYTHING ELSE HERE ON KY ACCOUNT PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

~

Hey everyone!

Give me ten dollars and I'll draw you a profile pic of your OC or a favorite character of yours.

Give me twenty and I'll draw you your OC AND your favorite character together. Something basic like cheek to cheek, cheek kisses, side hugs, etc. Just depends.

OPEN BELOW FOR MORE IMPORTANT INFORMATION BELOW PLS! Also please answer the poll below the cut if you really want to help me out.

If you don't have the money please reblog, reblog, REBLOG!

It's August 5 as I'm making this so I'll keep this open until September, meaning until then anyone and everyone can send in their comms before I shut this post down and start over in September. Let's see how this goes, if we do a good job I'd love to do something like this every month just to draw for people.

Imma push myself so I'll open 15 spots to do these commissions. I think well for one, outside of the fact that I get to practice my art if people pick me I do actually enjoy talking to everyone. Especially fans.

Notes to Consider:

Artist who needs and wants money. Been talking about getting one of those at home treadmills and other home gym equipment so I can work on my body and get it back to the right shape I want it so it doesn't play with my head and trigger something

I'll do lineart, coloring, and shading for these of course. I only take Cashapp, Venmo, cash one, etc.

I plan on returning to school next year if my body is up to conditions by that time. To do that I really want this at home gym equipment stuff. I was even thinking that if I get it I can make another account and document my workouts. Probably will be on discord or things like a second Twitter for me but it depends on y'all.

Please be above 18 when commissioning me. I'll check your account for one...and for two these things can already be stressful, I don't need someone else's child being added to that.

Other art commissions are available, highest pricing is like $105 but I gotta check again. I'll link the post HERE.

I'll do 10-20 for chibis, 15 to 25 for sketching, 35 to 45 for lineart and basic coloring. 50 for regular shading and highlights, 60 for second line of lineart because going over it a second time is better for me but also looks neater. 75+ dollars include multiple (up to five sketches) of how I thought about drawing your character/s. For the $105 I'll give the sketches but they'll be lineart neatly, the time lapse videos for your main piece and the sketches after, shout-outs to you for working with me, a short blurb for your character and/or ship. I know with the art community some argue that we over price. This is literally the bare minimum especially with everything I'm going through between being immobile for the most part, living with trauma in a household where people gave me said trauma, being mentally unstable and even needing money to get that checked on. I would prefer $105 for the whole bundle I listed above. If you don't want to pay the $105 then you aren't paying for the bundle. So don't worry.

Outside of school I'm hoping I can join a more serious outside gym later to keep my body in shape. I have an interest in boxing and tai quando so I'd love to join a community for that around me. Same for some sports like tennis which I used to play when I was a lot younger. I love swimming so a swimming class could be fun and I've always been anxious about this but I'd love nothing more than to join a fun dance exercise group thingy.

Gotta keep my dog up to date, I've been talking about getting his next check up but disability bills go so far when you are helping others in your house to pay for things... I went from 802 to currently 200 in just a few days. Please help me out guys I'm begging. I've started a thing for piggy banking but I've never done it before so it definitely takes self discipline. I'm hoping that with the funds I make here I can just put the money in the piggy bank and open it by January...

Um if check ins are needed I don't mind give one every couple days to a week.

I have to pay for some stuff a sibling broke while I was sicker and couldn't keep things safe...I'd like to get those fixed or replaced but a few hundred dollars were lost there too..

I still do writing commissions as well. Check that post HERE.

Here's some art that I've done recently for reference of what you COULD get but with these the characters will probably be more chibi-ish compared to my normal style ^^`

MY ART VVV:

Some of these I'm sure I've posted before but I need more things to draw y'all! Outside of the money I really hope I get to practice my drawing skills some more..

DM me or comment if you are interested.

Also here's a poll to enforce engagement ^^`

I'm serious guys. With the last poll on commissions people voted but I have yet to actually have anyone ask me about commissions or to do anything for them. If you don't have the money please don't vote, in a situation like mine the last thing I need is to get my hopes up.

If you are also serious and stand of your word then I'm happy to meet you in my dms for further communication.

Oh and preferably I would appreciate drawing for characters that are in the same fandom I'm in. You'll find a list of those fandoms HERE so check those out before texting me or asking me anything. No I will not conform to a request just because I need the money, pick a fandom that I share with you and we should have no issues.

I'll also post any commissions I get either here on Tumblr, on Twitter, deviantart, and/or Tiktok. (I'll post on all.) If you want to be mentioned when I post let me know that before I actually post. I'll warn you when I am.

If you have any questions on these RULES or anything please dm me before ever actually sending in money. DONT SEND ME ANYTHING UNTIL WE BOTH COME TO A FIRM AGREEMENT ON WHAT OUR INTERACTION WILL BE, pls and thank you. I already had one person who didn't read my rules before sending money and tried to put that all on me...I don't need that again.

Just to make sure it doesn't happen again I'll even ask you three questions revolving around this post when you dm me just to make sure you ACTUALLY read it.

Thank you to anyone who's made it this far, bigger thank you to those happy and ready to help me. I look forward to hearing from you guys!

I'm really hoping I blow up for this post Lord Please.

[nathank77]

4/10/24

10:49 p.m

So I don't have gonorrhea or chlamydia. I didn't think I did but now I'm clear for my next sexual partner. I have absolutely nothing.

I mean I didn't hear back about my HSV2 inhibitor test yet.. it's, "inprogress," well if I have it, I'll be surprised and I might ask for a retest... As genital to genital contact was only with two people. One had never had sex with anyone. He was a virgin until 22 years old. This happened when I was like 17 and we didn't actually seal the deal but it was genital to genital. He wore a condom though too... so I mean 🤷‍♂️

The second happened when I was about 17 as well, with a female. It's not impossible that she had asymptomatic HSV2. As I wasn't her first. And there was enough genital to genital contact with no protection..

A third option is, my mother mentioned having herpes and I know she gave vaginal birth to both me and my sister. That's a way it can be transmitted. Only god knows why they would allow someone to give birth vaginally if they have HSV2. Anyways- my mother isn't very intelligent and for all I know she has had cold sores but I remember her saying genital herpes but she didn't talk about sores or anything. She talked about it being a concern for skye.. idk why it wouldn't have been a concern for me bc we both were vaginal births and she claimed we are 100% our fathers and she never cheated. I believe her bc I mean if you look at me and skye and my father it's obvious.

So it's totally possible. Although at this point I'm going to talk to my mother regardless of if it comes back negative.

I'm a little worried bc as I wait for the results I remembered her story about herpes and skye....

Either way, I've either been asymptomatic for 16 years if it was from either of the two people listed above or I've been asymptomatic for 33 years...

I'm going to try not to freak out if it comes back positive.... the inprogress is driving me crazy. I just want to say I'm clean.

I had a FULL STD PANEL. I don't have anything else. NOTHING. Hepitas a,b,c, etc, I mean I got tested for hiv, and like a long list of things. All of which are negative.

I know I have HSV1, I can't lie. I've had like 6 cold sores throughout my life but- 80% of Americans have HSV1. It's ridiculously common.

HSV2 is much less common and obviously stigmatized. Although since the blood test got sent in my level went from 1.61 to 1.71. Weird. But nonetheless the Inhibitor test is in progress.

If I get a positive. I will ask for a retest, I'll talk to my mother about her herpes bc she's really not intelligent. I would think if she had an infection at any point, they wouldn't have allowed a vaginal delivery... but who knows this was the 90s. It's fucking stupid though.

If I get a positive and then I retest positive, I guess I have HSV2. And I can't blame Elise if there is any chance she loves me, as just bc I'm asymptomatic and likely will be my entire life- that does not mean she would be and it's a horror story for people who aren't asymptomatic. I've heard from Katelyn. It's AWFUL.

I'm going to remind myself if it comes back positive that for one, it could be a false positive and I can retest and it come back negative. And beyond that. I've been asymptomatic for bare minimum 16 years and I have nothing to worry about at least in terms of developing symptoms.

My most stressful period of my life was October 2023, and if I was going to have symptoms it would have been then. I'll likely never have symptoms.

I would be worried if there is any chance of me and Elise being together she would chose against it bc of that. Beyond that let's say she only wanted friendship to begin with. I am worried that it will FUCK up my ability to find someone. I'd never keep it a secret. It wouldn't be the first thing I'd tell people but it would be something I told them within a month or two of talking, well before we had sex.

I mean the one positive of having it if I do is- I will never have to worry about being infected by someone else.

Although I'd prefer my partner to be clean but if I have it and they have it, it makes no difference. I'd hate to infect someone who is clean.

I don't think I have HSV2... but it's still in progress.

If Elise is my soulmate it'll make little to no difference to her although I wouldn't blame her if she couldn't risk it.

Also I don't think anyone can get genital herpes without genital to genital contact... and being I'm a transman- I mean I do want to try.... but everyone I've been with was like I don't want to disappoint you bc you can't get it in... and it's like well yea I'm like an inch Maybe 2 when I'm really excited.... but I mean genital to genital feels good....

I guess the good news is if i have it, I don't have to tell Katie or any of my exes... as we didn't do genital to genital. Although HSV2 can be transmitted from oral its very very rare and I would expect my partner to umm well do that... so they got to be okay with at least that.

Idk if I should tell the 3 exes I do talk to if I have it cause like I said it can be rarely transmitted through oral but either way I'm jumping the gun.

I've got to wait some more.

[rosie-kairi]

Do you have any headcanons about the khux gang?

Oh anon I am so glad you asked this because I totally do!!! These lil guys have lived in my head rent free for over 3 years at this point and you have given me an excuse to talk about them. You will live to regret this /j

First off, Brain has a country/southern accent. I don't really have a good reason for this other than that when I first saw him my mind immediately gave him an accent. It's because of the boots, I think. Anyway, I just think it'd be funny if this super smart guy who you assume would be a stickler for proper grammar and such say "Y'all" and "Ain't" on a regular basis. If Luxord can be British than brain can be Southern.

Out of the two of them, Lauriam is more extroverted than Strelitzia. However, he's more than an extrovert introvert than a pure extrovert (Ambivert I think it's called?). He gets along just fine with people and has no trouble talking to them, it's just he prefers to be alone with his flowers or something.

Ephemer is not allowed in the kitchen without supervision. he knows what he did /hj

Okay but in all seriousness, Ephemer cannot cook to save his life. He burns anything. Pancakes, Cookies, Water, somehow. Skuld and Lauriam are the only ones who know how to cook properly. Strelitzia knows a bit about cooking, but she usually messes it up somehow, at least her's is still edible (cough cough Ephemer). Brain knows the bare minimum. He can make ramen and operate a coffee machine, that's all he needs for sustenance. Ventus is 10, he knows how to microwave stuff, but other than that he is outta luck (do microwaves exist in the age of fairytales? they do now)

Ephemer and Skuld can get really competitive over things. Like, obsessively competitive. They once spent a whole week trying to continuously one up each other, much to the chagrin of everyone else.

Elrena's keyblade is Olympia (though I'll be surprised if that doesn't end up being canon)

Bit of an unpopular opinion, I think, but I headcanon Brain to be the oldest out of the group. He just gives me those vibes. He's, at most, a couple months older than Lauriam, but everyone just defaults to assuming Lauriam's the oldest because of his height.

Speaking of Ages, my headcanons for them are as follows:

Brain: 18.

Lauriam: 17-ish, almost 18.

Elrena: 16.

Skuld, Ephemer, and Strelitzia: 15, in that order.

Ventus: 10/11.

Strelitzia constantly feels like she needs to be exactly like Lauriam. Growing up, Lauriam was framed as the "Perfect Child" and Strelitzia always found herself compared to him. These days she tries to break away from that thought process, but she still finds herself falling back into it sometimes.

As mentioned above, Lauriam was the "Perfect Child" of he and Strelitzia's family. He just gives off the vibes, y'know? Maybe it's just the flower motif giving Isabela from Encanto vibes, idk.

Ventus would frequently go on missions with tougher heartless than what he was assigned so that he could "prove he was strong enough" or whatever. This got him into quite a few situations where he had to be helped by a party member/a wielder passing by.

Brain can play piano.

Ephemer and Skuld like to explore the clock tower to see what's in the random rooms scattered about the tower. They share the nonsensical stuff they find with the others.

Lauriam and Strelitzia are both unreasonably tall. One day Lauriam just shot up a foot overnight and was 6'1" at the age of 15.

Lauriam is also very thin, I think? When he got taller his body didn't quite catch up immediately so he's just like, a twig. This changes when he's older (obviously, have you seen Marluxia?), but khux-era Lauriam is the literal definition of a beanpole.

Strelitzia is also very tall, but she's definitely not as tall as Lauriam. Maybe 5'8-ish? I'm tall myself so I don't really now want counts as "tall", my perception of height is all skewed.

And I think that's all for now!! I'll think of some more later on, for sure. Thank you for asking me though!! I really love getting an oppurtunity to ramble about them, makes me feel less like I'm being a nuisance when actually directly asked about it sdfghjhgfd.

Hope you enjoyed!! :D!

[let-them-read-fics]

Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (2/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the second half of the request, featuring Rosé and Lisa. If you want to see the first part, with Jisoo and Jennie, click the link below. I hope you enjoy!

Click for Jisoo and Jennie

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Rosé

Park Chaeyoung: The girl who hung with the wrong crowd.

Your problem lied more so with the people she associated with than her herself. You couldn't wrap your head around why such a kind person like her would spend time with the class clowns and bullies, and to make matters worse, she would stick up for them as well.

She spent most of her days in either the art or music room, creating the masterpieces that her brain came up with.

But as soon as school was over, she'd be hanging out with them again and getting into trouble. For instance, because of her talents, they would invite her to go with them and graffiti various hot spots around town. She never vandalized any monuments or landmarks of importance -- she typically stuck to bridges or abandoned buildings -- but after getting caught with them multiple times, it was inevitable for her to be held accountable.

She was given a week's detention to make up for her actions

You, coincidentally, had a teacher that absolutely loathed you for no reason at all. No matter how good of a student you were for him, he didn't care; he had a vendetta against you for some reason, and he patiently waited for the opportunity to ruin your day.

You came in literally 10 seconds after the bell rang, putting the breakfast sandwich you stopped to get on the way into your mouth so you could open the door. He was standing at the front with a smug grin on his face, and you already knew what was coming.

You were also given an ungodly sentence of a week's detention.

Turning Point

"If I see you on your phones, I'm taking them." The monitor informs before sitting at the desk, reclining in the chair and putting his feet up soon after. You sigh and lean back in your seat, attempting to find a way to pass the next two hours without getting in trouble. Your eyes scan across the room, eventually landing on Rosé, where she sits a couple rows away from you. Sunlight is streaming in through the window next to her, its golden rays peeking through the breaks in the clouds above to shine on her. She looks gorgeous as she doodles away in her notebook, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear when it falls in front of her face.

After waiting on the monitor to fall asleep and sending one last glance to double check, you quietly stand from your seat and go sit next to her.

You barely know each other, but she's your only hope of remaining sane and occupied.

"Hi," you greet, looking into her eyes.

"Hi," she copies, a tiny smile forming on her lips when she notices your impressed expression upon gazing down at her paper. You have to hand it to her -- she's really talented.

"You're really good," you compliment, still admiring the artistry. Seeing as how you're looking down, you fail to notice the blush that works its way to her cheeks. Coming from you, the simple remark meant a lot to her.

You spend the rest of the day making small talk and getting used to one another, leaving detention later with the hopes of sitting together again.

----

The Next Day

"Hi again," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that the coast is clear. The monitor is out like a light, with his mouth hanging open and an obnoxiously loud snore coming out.

"Hi," she giggles, watching as you dive into the floor for cover when the man shifts in his sleep. You thought he was waking up, and if he finds out you moved seats, he'll definitely have something to say about it.

"The coast is clear, cadet," she nods like a soldier, assuring you that it's okay to move back after a minute.

"That was close," you breathe out in relief, glad to live to see another day.

You share a laugh, though it has to be hidden behind your hands and kept a minimum. It's cute though -- like a little secret between the two of you, only for you to know.

"What're you drawing today?" You ask later, laying your chin in your palm as you gaze down at her work. Her reply comes out stuttered at first when she feels your leg innocently brush against hers under the table.

"D-dalgom. My friend's dog." She manages out, mentally smacking herself for looking like a fool.

You smile, thinking she's adorable. "I bet it'll be great," you encourage. She grins back as her eyes scan over your face, committing the memory of you to heart. She's always had a thing for you, ever since the time you were paired up in Biology last semester, so she's been enjoying detention more than she thought she would. Seeing you makes the time go by faster, though ironically, she wishes it would slow down a bit.

You make her feel appreciated for more than just what she's capable of producing, and the divide between you and her friend group is blaringly obvious. They like her because of the rush she can help them achieve; you like her because of her.

That thought persists in her mind for the rest of detention, and before she knows it, the monitor is releasing you again. She bends down to put her notebook in her bag when a thought pops into her mind: she wants to ask if you want to go to the park with her. When she's done zipping her bag up, she looks back up at you, only to find you on your phone, talking to someone.

"Yeah, mom. I'll stop by on the way home. So milk, cereal, ramen, and paper towels, right?"

She watches as you wait for a reply, tucking the phone into the crook of your neck as you move to write the list down on a spare piece of paper.

"Alright, love you, too. See you later." You hang up before looking back at Rosie. She looks a little down, and you have no idea why.

You pause for a moment, silently psyching yourself up for what you're about to ask. "This is gonna sound really strange, but do you want to come with me to the store?"

Her heart's pace increases at that, happy to know that you want to spend more time with her, just as she does with you.

"Actually, yeah. That sounds like fun."

You grin at her before spinning around and doing a little celebratory dance, which wins you a strange look from the monitor. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing her hand and rushing out of the room, hearing his disapproval shouted after you.

--

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Ramen?"

"Check."

"Cereal?"

"Nope."

You nod at her words, now reminded of what you were forgetting. You push the buggy towards the aisle of cereals, gazing around in wonder at the huge selection. Rosé is just the same, eyeing all of the options like a kid in a candy store. After grabbing your mom's favorite kind, you decide on one for yourself and bring it back to the cart. Rosie scoots her leg over, making room for them beside where she sits, reclined in the cart.

You grin when you see her eyeing a box of fruit loops. Huh; fruity. Go figure.

You wordlessly grab the box and hand it to her, feeling your heart melt when she looks up at you like you hold the key to the universe.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Rosie." You say, putting your hands on the bar as you begin pushing the buggy again. "Now, I say we see how long it takes to get to the paper towel aisle. My last record was 30 seconds."

She looks at you, clearly impressed, with her eyebrows raised. Without question, she pulls her phone out and gets the stop watch feature ready to go.

"3...2...1... GO!" She shouts, commanding your legs to start pumping as you race down the long strip of store before you. A couple kids dart out of the way just before getting smacked into, quickly turning around and cheering you on as you charge forward.

Her giggles fill the air as you drift around a corner, shouting apologies to the lady you almost bumped into.

"Sorry ma'am!"

A few seconds later, chest heaving and legs sore, you come to a stop in the aisle, dramatically collapsing in a heap next to the buggy. Rosé checks her phone as she reaches down to poke you.

"22.18 seconds, champ," she declares victoriously, smiling when you magically regain enough energy to stand up and celebrate.

"Woohoo! Team Y/S/N (Your Ship Name) for the win!"

She laughs along at that, joining in on your celebration, but she's blushing like crazy on the inside.

-----

The Last Day Of Detention

Ever since your trip to the store, you and Rosé have grown closer and closer. You traded numbers and text occasionally, though nothing beats having her all to yourself for 2 hours straight with no distractions. She feels the same; when she's in class, she can't wait for the bell to ring and signal your reunion. Part of her wants to get in trouble again, just to see you more often.

So, as you'd expect, it's really no surprise that you're sat right in front of her again, telling jokes and asking about her day. You've grown a bit more bold with every step closer you've taken towards her heart, and now you reach down to intertwine your fingers with hers.

She happily accepts, even bringing your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it. She smiles against your skin after it, making butterflies take flight in your stomach. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and you don't even try to fight it anymore.

The sound of the classroom door opening alerts you, making her lower your hand. She doesn't let go of you, though, and that fact warms your heart for some reason. The squeaky hinges groan out again as the door opens wider, revealing about 4 or 5 people from the friend group that she hangs out with. They motion for her to sneak out with them, but she just shakes her head.

"Come on, Rosé!" They whisper-scream, offering her a way to freedom. Little do they know that she'd take this imprisonment over freedom any day, so long as you're by her side.

"No! Get out before he wakes up!" She whisper-shouts back, eventually convincing them to leave.

"Why didn't you go?" You ask once they're gone, toying with her fingers as your hands rest on the desk.

"Because I like spending time with you." She admits, letting her defenses down.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you smile, letting her know that you feel the same.

The Fallout

After detention, the two of you walked out of the school, hand in hand

"Would you maybe, I don't know... wanna go to the park with me?" She asks nervously, glancing up at you.

"You read my mind, Rosie." You smile at each other and head towards the parking lot.

You started hanging out more, and she distanced herself from her old crowd

You encouraged her to enroll in your school's art program and show her work that way

"You're really talented; it deserves to be seen."

Your support meant the world to her, and she never failed to let you know

"Thank you, Y/N. Having you behind me means the world to me."

At one of her art shows, where she was tasked with unveiling a new piece that she'd been working on for months, you got the biggest surprise of your life.

She created a mural of you, all decked out with every color of the rainbow, utterly gorgeous

She lit up when she saw your reaction

"This piece is titled 'Mine', which I hope the girl in it will soon be." She says into the microphone, looking at you with hope shining in her eyes.

You nod your head with a smile and walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was long-overdue. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer with her sweater-padded hands and kissing you again and again.

The crowd claps for you, happy to see such an ending.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

I couldn't choose between these two gifs so enjoy both for the price of one ^^^

Lisa Manoban: Cocky, smug, and self-assured. The dancer knew she was hot shit, and she wasn't afraid to show off.

You're all for people being confident and happy with themselves, especially when they're talented, but something about Lisa always seemed to rub you the wrong way.

Whether it be her lack of a filter or the arrogant swagger that she naturally exuded, you weren't sure. People wanted to either be her or be with her, but you fell into neither of those categories.

She always left you frustrated in one way or another, whether it be from her teasing or her witty comebacks

The teachers loved her, as did the students. She was the class clown, so her position was pretty sacred in the grand scheme of things

You, on the other hand, irritated her for other reasons. You were the only person she couldn't get to crack; you never gave into her charms, and it infuriated her to no end. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted (as childish as that may seem) and having you, one of the most attractive girls at school, turn her down? Well that was a massive blow to her ego.

You weren't afraid to say your piece, and that both pleasantly surprised and upset her.

She constantly tried to flirt with you in class, but you knew it was all for the attention. She just wanted to make her friends laugh, which they always did.

"Y/N, come here babe. There's an empty seat next to me," she coos, batting her eyelashes as you walk in the door. It's a free day, so everyone is sitting with their friends, wherever they like.

"I'm good," you decline, deciding to sit against the wall beneath the large window of the classroom.

"Oooo, denied," Lisa's friends laugh at her this time, chuckling harder when she sticks her middle finger up at them.

"Yah, shut up," she says, nursing her bruised ego as she turns around and opens her phone.

You smile as you continue working on the homework you cracked open, scribbling an answer down onto the notebook paper in front of you. Your fingers glide over your textbook in search of the definition of the term you're on, and Lisa secretly watches from afar. Without realizing it, she grins when you light up upon spotting the answer.

Sometimes her flirting does work, though, and you turn into a blushing mess

*whistle* "Damn, Y/N. You're looking fine today," she exclaims, fanning herself. You worry that she doesn't really mean it, but when her eyes remain on you a second too long to just be friendly, you blush. She's taking in all of you, looking impressed all the while.

"Right back at you, Manoban." You wink, sitting down in your seat across the room. She lightly blushes back, though she does a good job of concealing it.

Considering you share a couple classes and the class sizes are relatively small, it was pretty likely that you'd end up paired together eventually

You weren't happy about it, especially not after the way she had acted that week. Her cockiness had been at an all time high as of late, leaving you frustrated and upset. She was so full of herself; all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off her face.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with Lisa," your photography teacher informs, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.

"But Mrs. Ta--"

"Pairings are final," she cocks her head at you, persuading you to give in. With a sigh, you respond, "Yes ma'am," and attempt to ignore the sound of Lisa's friends high fiving each other in celebration.

The Turning Point

"My parents are gone for the rest of the week..." she says, holding the door open for you as you carry in your equipment. A hint of suggestiveness lies in it; she's alluding to exactly what you think she is, and you push her shoulder upon realizing it.

"Knock it off, Manoban."

"Okay, okay," she chuckles, listening to you for once. The surprise is clear on your face.

She leads you towards the backyard, where you set up one of your highest power cameras and turn it on. You have to create a gallery of different photos, all under the same theme. You both agreed to do a time-lapse of the sunset, and take pictures of the stars after.

Once she makes sure that the timer is set correctly and that the auto shut-off feature is enabled, she motions for you to follow her back into the house. You do, and she leads you into the kitchen.

"Do you want a snack?"

"Sure, do you have any ramen?"

She nods, quickly busying herself by bending down and searching through the cabinets. After she finds it, exclaiming a pleased, "Aha!", she tells you to go get comfortable in the living room.

Three minutes later, from your place on the couch, you begin to smell something burning. You scramble up and rush to the kitchen, only to find Lisa running around like a headless chicken, attempting to put out the small fire she started.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN RAMEN?" You shout, though your tone isn't angry. You're just very shocked, and loud about it. You push her away from the pot, albeit gently, and get the flames to go down relatively quickly. You turn the burners off and put the pot in the sink, leaning against the counter to recover from the adrenaline rush.

"Oops?" She asks more so that says, with a growing smile evident in her voice.

You shake your head and chuckle despite yourself, turning around to face her. "You can order a pizza now to make up for that." You point a finger at her, grinning stupidly when she presses the tip of hers to it.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Thankfully you're already walking away as she says that, so she doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you blush.

---

"Lisa, I can't keep going." You groan out, sweat dripping down your face. The pizza you ate earlier is giving you a stomache ache, paired with the physical activity you're doing.

"Y/N, just a little longer, we're almost there," she huffs out, keeping her movements steady somehow. You're a mess by now, so you don't understand how she's still going.

A couple minutes later, the TV in front of you lights up, saying, "Awesome moves! You win!" as you collapse to the ground in a heap.

Why you agreed to play Just Dance with her after eating is beyond you.

"Good job," she compliments, grabbing your hand to high five herself with it.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll over, catching your breath.

She lays down beside you as you recover, telling jokes to hear that laugh that she loves so much. She prefers yours over anyone elses, so it's always such a reward when she gets you to crack up.

"We should probably head up now," she notes, realizing that the stars will be coming out soon. You agree, and she carefully helps you up.

"Here, I'll carry you," she turns, bending down so you can get on her back.

"Lisa, you can't carry me," you brush off, feeling insecurity bubble up again like it always does when you're offered a piggyback ride.

"Y/N, I promise that I can. Trust me," she reassures, looking into your eyes sincerely.

"Alright," you sigh, standing onto the couch to get on easier.

"See?" She asks, sliding her warm hands up your thighs to keep you secured against her. "I've got you, babe."

You tuck your head into the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

"I'm gonna punch you if you drop me," you whisper, feeling her laugh against you.

"Fair enough."

-----

Later, On The Rooftop

"Careful," she instructs, outstretching a hand to help you climb out the window. Her camera hangs around her neck, and she takes the cap off of the lense once you're both safely sitting on the roof.

"Wow," you sigh, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Her house is far enough away from the city that you're rewarded with a gorgeous view of the stars, unburdened by the industrial fog that hangs over the cosmopolis.

"It's beautiful out here," you say, looking back at her. You tense up a bit, not expecting her to already be looking at you.

"Sorry," she laughs at herself, looking away once she gets caught admiring you.

"It's okay," you reach down and gently squeeze her hand, making her blush lightly.

"Let's get started," you conclude, pointing at the camera. She nods, knowing that she'd never get the assignment done if you didn't step in to tell her to (considering she'd rather admire you), and she points the device to the sky.

After snapping a few pictures, she lays back in order to get a better vantage point of one of the star systems. She hands it to you after she's satisfied with her work, and you take your turn with it.

She notices that you keep brushing your hair out of the way when it falls in your face, so she decides to help you.

"Here," she says, saddling up behind you. She gathers your hair up, running her fingers through it to neatly pull it up for you. Thankfully she always keeps a spare tie on her wrist.

"Thanks," you smile, snapping another picture. The simple act warms your heart; she's being selfless for once, and helping you without even being asked. It's a refreshing change of pace.

"You're welcome." She chirps, sitting back down beside you.

-----

Later, In Her Bedroom

"Oh, I really like that one!" She says excitedly, pointing at the TV. Her phone, which is connected via Bluetooth and automatically receives pictures of her choosing from the camera, is displaying some of your best shots.

"Yeah, you did really well with that. I think we might beat everyone else if we use that as our cover piece."

Your compliment makes her momentarily shy, and she quickly realizes how much she loves your praise.

The two of you continue like that, reviewing the different pictures and choosing your favorites. She always finds ways to compliment yours, noting your technique or the filter you used, and it always makes you smile. She's different than you're used to, and it's throwing you for a loop, pleasantly surprising.

---

Lisa steps out of the room to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, leaving her phone connected to the TV. A ding sounds out across the space, pulling your attention away from the stack of notes laid out before you. Your eyes dart up to the screen, reading the text message that appeared at the top of it.

Austin ⛓: "Dude, did you get into her pants yet? We're literally betting over here 😂"

You blink a few times as their words sink in, making your chest hurt. You were really beginning to believe that you had been wrong about Lisa; clearly, though, your instincts were right.

Feeling betrayed, you shove your folders back into your bag and stand from the chair, willing yourself not to cry. The sound of the sink turning on lets you know that she's almost done, so you hurry your movements and make your way towards the door. She steps out into the hall just as you exit her room, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" She asks with furrowed brows, approaching you. One of her hands lands on your arm, and you shrug it off as you brush past her without another word.

"Y/N, did I do something wrong?" She asks from the top of her staircase, watching as you walk towards her foyer.

"Why don't you ask Austin?" You bitterly call over your shoulder as you turn the knob, slipping out the front door. She hangs her head upon registering your words, realizing what must've happened. She makes a mental note to give him hell when she sees him again.

Tears sting your eyes as you exit the house, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. You should've known something like this would happen. The chilly night air bites at your skin, stealing more of its warmth away with every step you take. The temperature doesn't change your mind, though; you're upset, and you'd rather freeze out here than be face to face with her right now.

"Y/N, wait!" She calls after you, blasting out the front foor. Her footfalls sound off behind you, announcing her rapid approach, but you don't turn around. Realizing this, she darts in front of you, keeping you from walking any further.

"Please, don't go. He's an idiot, Y/N."

"He might he an idiot, but that doesn't take away what he said," you scowl, clenching your jaw. "Betting? Really, Lisa?" You ask quietly, hurt evident in your voice.

"It was a stupid thing they tried to convince me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop them from talking once you and I were paired up. That's not what I want, though. I'm not just in it for that."

"How am I supposed to believe that? This is your M.O., Lisa."

"It's different with you, I don't know why." That's a lie; she knows exactly why you're different than anyone else she's flirted with in the past.

You stand there before her, silently weighing your options. After seeing the pleading look in her eye, her dark orbs full of sincerity, you relent. "Just take me home. We'll work on it another day," you compromise, allowing her in just enough to take you home, but not enough to stay at her place any longer. You're still weary after a text like that, and you will be for a while.

"Thank you," she breaths a sigh of relief, clasping her hands behind herself as you begin walking back to her house. She notices you shiver on the way, and she slips her jacket off without hesitation to cover you. Neither of you have to say anything; one glance from you is enough for her, and she's content knowing you're warm.

The Fallout

From there on out she was always honest with you and actually spoke out when her friends tried to do something stupid

She still remained the charming class clown that she naturally is, just getting rid of the not-so-nice parts of herself

You slowly let her regain your trust, little by little

She did nice things for you on the daily, whether it be holding the door, carrying your books, or offering to buy you some lunch

"Morning, Y/N. Wanna grab some breakfast?" She asks, moving her head to the side towards the café at the center of campus.

"Sure," you smile, laughing when she celebrates.

She invites you to her dance perfomances

When she goes to championships, you're always first on her list of invites

"I want you there." She declares, handing you the flyer.

"You've got it," you decide, knowing there's no where you'd rather be. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

At said championship, she won the highest title and claimed victory for your school

You joined the rest of the team on the stage to celebrate, congratulating the solo dancer on her achievement.

"I'm so proud of you, Lis--"

She suddenly kisses you, clearly high off her win. She pulls back when she realizes what she just did, a worried look on her face.

"Shit, I'm sorry." She looks between your eyes, attempting to gauge your reaction.

"Get your ass back here," you order, feeling butterflies take flight when she eagerly presses her lips to yours again, wrapping her arms around you to spin you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She mumbles against your lips.

You squint, pretending to think about it. "Maybe... or maybe not."

Her subsequent gasp is quickly muffled by your kiss, which she can't seem to get enough of.

[iwishtobeastorm]

hi! congratulations on 200! i was wondering if you write angst? i only saw fluff and smut and angst/fluff prompts, but wasn’t sure so i wanted to make sure before before requesting ^^

in case you do, i wanted to request for prompt 10 “i can’t stop thinking about you” with din djarin where the reader admits their feelings to him after a near death experience when they’re back on the razor crest. she wanted to be straight forward in case anything like that ever happened again and they weren’t able to tell him how they felt. she doubts din felt the same way because he only treated her as a friend. when she tell him how she feels, he says nothing and quickly makes his way up to the cockpit and that’s the end of their interaction. later on he ends up telling her they’re stopping somewhere else for a job and she begins to plan her “escape” because she feels that it won’t ever be the same between them again and doesn’t want to be in that awkward atmosphere and decides to leave without telling him. when he leaves for the job, she makes her way out without of trace. he comes back, finds her missing and decided to find her because he also feels the same way but was afraid to say anything because he feels he isn’t good enough and is just dangerous to be around, etc. thank you (:

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for your support and this lovely request! I wasn't really sure what kind of pronouns you wanted me to use, since you used both she/her and they/them, so I made the reader gender neutral. I hope that's okay, if not, please let me know and I'll fix it!

Forever - Din Djarin/GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, fluff and angst, drinking, mentions of violence

Word count: 2300+

Celebration | Main Masterlist

You quickly put a blanket in the already too stuffed bag, your mind racing as you think through what else you should take with you. You try not to think about all the things you're leaving behind, pushing the dark cloud of sorrow deep down in your chest to drown it at least for a while. You'll have enough time to sit down and cry about it later.

When Din took you with him on the last hunt, you were ecstatic. You wanted to be there by his side for months, but he never let you. Now that he taught you how to shoot a blaster, which was a bare minimum in his eyes, he agreed to take you with him. It went great until a group of guys surrounded you, led by the bounty and captured you, threatening to kill you if Din doesn't lower his blasters. They took you with them to some weird shack. You've heard them talking about killing Din, selling his beskar armor and keeping you around for their own needs, which terrified you. You couldn't lose Din. You love him, Gods know how much. You didn't expect that when he hired you as mechanic at first. He told you about his creed and the rules you have to follow and you were okay with that. Until you kinda weren't, since your feelings for him grew and grew and you didn't even know what he looks like underneath the mask, not that it mattered in the end, because you're sure you'd love him no matter what. But you were afraid to confess, afraid to tell him how you feel because you knew you'd risk everything. Your job, your friendship, a roof above your head but most importantly him, because you're sure he doesn't feel the same. He never treated you like more than a friend. He was mostly reserved, but never cold, he sometimes teased you and you teased back and on some nights, those special nights that made you fall for him desperately, he shared things about himself. You adored him like no one before. For his strength, his wisdom and his kindness. And when you sat there on the ground, handcuffed and with him by your side, while those douchebags talked about what to do with you, you got scared. What if they really kill him and you'll never have the chance to tell him how you feel? You weighted your options, and decided to act. He has to know. No matter if you both survive this or not. You turned to him, moving a tiny bit closer and just as you were about to open your mouth, Din spoke in hushed whisper. "Lay down and close your eyes." You were surprised but did so immediately, used to listen to Din's weird commands, knowing he always has a reason. And then you heard loud whistling, grunting and thudding, the sounds making you curl up on the dusty ground in fear of what in the hells is going on. When it was all over, Din touched your shoulder gently and stood up without a word. He found the keys from your handcuffs and unlocked them, freeing both his and your hands. He helped you get up and lifted the bounty from the ground, leaving the rest of the group, all dead now, laying on the ground, while he headed out with the bounty over his shoulder and you trailing behind with your head hanged low. The way back to Razor Crest was too silent for your liking, but after what happened you didn't feel like talking. All you could think about was the admission you were about to make before Din saved your lives and in the end you came to a decision. You had to tell him. And so you did, once the bounty was in carbonite and Din put his weapons back in the armory. Once the three words left your trembling lips, Din stared at you for a long minute, long enough to make you wonder if he's still alive underneath the armor. And then, when you thought he's about to hug you or whatever, he passed by you without a word, climbing up to the cockpit and closing the door behind himself, leaving you standing on the hallway, heartbroken and paralyzed.

That's why you're running away now. You don't see any other option. He either fires you or you leave by yourself, living with him isn't option anymore, when you've embarrassed yourself the way you did, not after the reaction he gave you. You pack anything you might need, shushing your broken heart before you throw a cape around your shoulders and step out of Razor Crest. You give the ship little pats and a sad smile as a goodbye, since you know you'll miss the old lady just as much as her owner. But there's no way you could stay.

When Din returns back to the ship with a few more credits than he had before, he finds it empty. He thinks you're maybe fixing something somewhere or sleeping at first, so he searches the whole ship, going even as far as peaking into the refresher, even though he knows that would totally break the trust you two nurtured. His attempt is unsuccessful, leaving Din desperate. Could it be true? Did you run away because of what he did? He tears his helmet off, throwing it on the ground in frustration, before leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath. This is not what he wanted. If only you knew how much he loves you. He'd do anything for you, anything to protect you, which includes keeping you safe from himself. After what happened at the last hunt, he realized how reckless he was by taking you with him and how dangerous he's for you. He almost got himself killed and you hurt so badly he'd curse himself for it, just because he couldn't say no to your sweet hopeful eyes when you asked for it. He loves you so much. Your smile, your eyes, your jokes, your snoring when you fall asleep in the second seat in cockpit, your clumsiness and your wit, your stubbornness and your softness. He loves everything about you. And that complicates everything. But he never wanted you to run from him. The galaxy is full of people who could hurt you and when you're by his side, he knows he would never let that happen but like this? He has no control. He could lose you without even knowing about it. No, he won't let that happen. He'd do anything, anything to keep you with him. But leaving you out there and living without your laugh ringing through the old ship would kill him. He already lost everything he had, you're the only good thing remaining. He'd be damned if he let himself lose you too just because he's afraid and insecure. He puts the helmet on and storms out of the Crest in search for you, hoping you'll hear him out once you two meet again.

You sit down at the cantina, nodding at the Twi'lek waitress to bring you some spotchka. You need something to numb the striking pain in your chest and shut your stupid mind for a second. You've never wanted it to be like this. If you knew, you'd never tell him. You ruined everything and now you're left here without nothing but your aching heart. You're stupid, that's what you are. "Rough night?" A male voice takes you out of your head as a man, probably in his mid-thirties, sits down on the stool next to you, ordering a shot of spotchka too. You steal a quick glance at him, noticing he's quite handsome, even though not really your type. Not that you'd care. The only man you've ever wanted is probably in hyperspace right now, traveling to the other corner of this galaxy to never see you again and you should probably do the same. Time helps they say, right? "A bit," you murmur to the stranger, staring down at the empty glass in front of you. "Let me order you another one. I'm Gabe," he introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake but you ignore it, mumbling your name back to him. This is the last thing you wanted. You hope people will leave you alone since you look like the most miserable being in the whole cantina, but there's apparently nothing that could stop this man. "Okay, Y/N. Will you tell me what got you so upset?" He asks, taking the two shots from the Twi'lek and handing one to you. You take it without rising your gaze to his face, flushing the burning alcohol down your throat without bothering to wait for him. "Not really," you say, swallowing hardly to push away the not really pleasant taste. You were never the one to drink much, but maybe it could help for now. "Well, it had to be harsh then," the man continues, his sly tactic to get it out of you making you frown softly. "Look, buddy. I don't mean to be rude. Thank you for the spotchka, but I'm not in mood to talk or anything else," you say, biting on the inside of your cheek. "Got it. If you changed your mind, I got a shop down the street. Maybe you could stop by," he offers, straightening up and nodding at the waitress to pay for both of you. "Okay," you murmur, biting on your lower lip. "See you then, kid," he pats your shoulder and walks by you, leaving you alone at the bar again. Maybe you should've said yes. He seemed like a nice, polite guy. Maybe he could've helped you find a job around here. There's no way Din is coming back anyways so why you should sit here and drown in your despair? You'll probably feel like shit for a good part of your life anyways so why not find a job or a place to stay when you have the opportunity? You stand up, collecting your bag and murmuring a goodbye to the waitress before you head out of the cantina. It got significantly darker while you were inside, but you recognize the silhouette of the man taking a turn to the right and disappearing from the main street. You don't wait a second before following him, walking down the street to catch up on him. He might be your only hope now, so you should better hurry. You are almost at the corner, when two tall figures emerge from the darkness in front of you, stepping into your way, making you freeze. "Such a pretty young thing and all alone here? That's too dangerous this late."

When Din makes it to the last cantina in the area, he kind of already lost his hopes to find you. You might not be here anymore at all. Maybe you took a job as mechanic at some other ship and you're now Gods know where and he's running around the city asking for you like a fool. He's just about to enter when something catches his eyes and ears. A deep laughter and a voice, exclaiming something in rush. Din's blood turns into ice when he realizes the voice is yours. He moves before he knows it, storming your way. The closer he gets the more he can see. You're surrounded by two man, clutching your bag to your chest as you aim at them with the smallest blaster Din had, the one he taught you how to shoot with. "Get away from me right now," you state, voice trembling. "You think you can hurt us with that little thing? You don't even know how to use it," one of the men chuckles. "They do," Din exclaims, pointing his own blasters at the two men, standing behind you like your protector. You turn to him with so much surprise in your eyes it truly makes him feel bad for how he reacted. The two douchebags quickly back away from the street without saying another word, getting lost in the darkness of one of the aisles. Din would go after them, but there're more important things in front of him here, there's you. He puts his blasters back in the holders on his thighs, before he grabs your hand, determined to drag you back to the Crest and explain everything to you there, but you tear your wrist from his grasp, refusing to cooperate. "What do you think you're doing?" You blurt out, frowning at him once he turns to you. "I'm taking you back to the ship," he states, reaching for you again but you step back, dodging his hand. "Why?" You ask, confused by this whole thing. First he completely ignores you and now he wants you back on the ship? "Because I- I need you, Y/N. I can't stop thinking about you. When you left and I found the ship empty, I- I realized I can't do this without you," he whispers. This time it's you who stares at him with parted lips, dropping both the blaster and the bag. He makes a few slow steps towards you, until there's just a feet parting you and he takes your hands in his, squeezing softly. "I'm sorry about how I acted I- I thought I was dangerous for you and not good enough. I thought I'll do you a favor but I hurt us both instead," he says softly. "So you feel the same?" You murmur, needing to hear it finally. "I do," he nods and the grin that stretches over your lips could kill him. You jump into his arms, hugging his tightly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "I thought- I thought you don't like me at all. I thought I ruined everything," you murmur, while he wraps his arms around you too, stroking your back tenderly. "No, cyar'ika," he whispers and you smile against his neck, your heart hammering in your chest, while your bodies melt together. Little do you know that Din is smiling just as much underneath the cold beskar and maybe, just maybe, he'll keep smiling forever.

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