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Transatlantic (Steve Rogers One Shot)

Written for the Cap 2 Challenge by @justsomebucky and @imhereforbvcky

Prompt: ‘Be safe, if you can be’

Summary: After Peggy rejects Steve, he finds company in you, a British Brigadier who is more than meets the eye.

Pairing: Steve x Female Reader (with surname. First name is your own)

Warnings: Angst (Possible proof reading errors)

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Striking out with Peggy was the worst thing that had happened to Steve.

One stupid misunderstanding and she’d frozen him out. He was just staring at the map on the wall with a sense of melancholy, not even fully appreciating that he’d got Bucky back.

“That’s a sour face,” came a female voice from his right. “Chewing on a wasp?”

He turned around to see you, in a different kind of uniform, wearing pants and a Brigadier’s sash. Had you got those on by mistake or were all girls adept at kicking ass like Peggy over in Britain?

“Sorry?”

“You look a little glum,” you smile kindly. “Anything I can help with?”

“No, no I’m good. Thank you,” he blinks in bewilderment. “Uh…sorry if this is rude but…umm….”

“It’s the threads, isn’t it?” you look down and laugh. “Confused more than my fair share of Yanks lately with it. I was in the women’s auxiliary engineering corps but there was a bit of an accident you see.”

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Forever & Always// F.Morales

frankie x female reader (slightly no use of y/n or she/her pronouns just the word sister)

warnings: angst, language, tension, alcohol mention, mention of claustrophobia and slight description of anxiety, and language

summary: you moved away from your family and boyfriend at eighteen. when you come back home for your parents 50th anniversary you weren't expecting a rekindling moment with a certain pilot.

authors note: THE ENDING IS EVERYTHING AND IM SO PROUD OF THIS FIC! PLEASE LMK WHAT YALL THINK XOXO

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They say you’ll never forget your first. First crush, kiss, date, love and heartbreak. However for you, you could never seem to get rid of him. But you weren’t complaining. Francisco Morales was more than your first for everything, he was someone who held more than one could handle- he was your rock. Well that was until the day that “you” ruined everything.

Your parents were known as the sweethearts of your hometown. Marrying right after graduation, they settled in the same town and brought up you and your sister Em. Your parents were involved in everything, your mom being a teacher and your dad being a sheriff. It was hard to blend in to say the least. But there was an ongoing loop. Everyone graduated and stayed home. Your older sister, Em, even became a part of that treacherous loop. And you hated that loop. You always dreamed of big cities, fashion, traveling the world, but mostly just getting out of town. And you had promised yourself that nothing would hold you back from pursuing that. Sadly Frankie thought he could have kept you a little bit longer. But things change- actually a lot has changed since you’ve been back home for more than a weekend stay. Now you were traveling back home for your parent’s 50th anniversary extravaganza. And nothing could help prepare you for the next few days.

Your plane had landed around one in the afternoon. Grabbing your luggage you made your way over to the area where Em said she would pick you up. Looking around you didn;t see her red car. Dialing her number you were ready to direct her to your terminal.

“Hello?” Em said on the other line. She sounded groggy and as if she wasn't in the car.

“Terminal 47 remember.” You said angrily, Knowing she forgot.

“Shit.” She said, then another voice was heard.

“Babe what time is it?” You gasped at the sound of Pope's voice.

“Hold on, you first forgot your little sister's arrival at the airport, and you have Pope in your bed Em! When did he come back? What happened to independency?” You said rather loudly into the mic.

“Shut up. You're too damn loud.”

“It’s literally tourist season, getting a cab into town will cost me tripple Em.”

“Well don’t call the Millers, they went fishing this morning. You could call-” She said even more groggily. But you hung up the phone before she could finish her sentence.

You couldn’t take your sister right now. You love her most times but she would've killed you if you did this to her. You were gonna call the Millers but if they were busy there was only one person you could call. Hearing the phone ring you were ready to hang up. But then he answered.

“Hey, what's up.”

“Quick question: when did my sister get back with Pope?” You said rather too fast.

A small laugh left him, “That’s a long story.”

“Well I have another question for you.” You said getting nervous.

“Shoot.”

“Well Em, forgot that I was flying in today to surprise my parents and well I’m kind of stranded at the airport. Is there any way you can send someone-” Suddenly you were cut off.

“What terminal are you at?”

“Terminal 47.” You said softly while releasing the breath you were holding.

“It’ll be 20 minutes.” He said.

“Thank you Frankie.” You heard a small yeah and hung up the phone. And thinking to yourself. Yay reunion time.

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18 minutes later, that infamous truck he insists on always keeping, though it's as old as you, rolled up to the curb in front of you. He got out of the truck and damn does he look like the same senior in high school you were swooning over. I mean he’s aged, but not badly. He’s the same Francisco.

“I owe you one.” You said as he got closer.

“No worries, I feel bad about Em and Pope doing you like that.” He said giving you a side hug and grabbing your suitcase. He quickly opened your door, still never letting you touch the door handles in his truck. You slid in and felt a wave of nerves wash over you. The last time you were alone with Frankie was years ago when you guys broke up as he dropped you off at the airport. But you remembered time has passed and everything should be decent now. Well that’s what you hope for. Frankie had finally made it into the truck. He took a breath and looked at you.

“Hey.” He said softly.

“Hi.” You said matching his level,

“So um how long are you staying?” He asked cutting to the chase.

“That's a long story. I’m not sure to be honest.” You said, Frankie nodded and began driving. Fuck the tension just grew higher.

“So um Pope and Em what happened there?” You said wanting to clear the silence.

“Well after Benny’s championship fight, there were lots of beers and then all of a sudden it was like prom all over again with them. Running away for a week and then committing to another relationship. Except this time it seems permanent.” He said constantly looking over to see you in the passenger seat like it was prom night again.

“Dear god, no wonder she didn’t update me on the fight at all. She was with him and didn't want me to find out.” You said chuckling.

Em and Pope were like your parents except they had more problems than a math textbook. They had gotten together in high school and that’s how your friend group formed. You being the younger sister of Em always having to tag along with her fr town events and football games. None of the boys minded but it was the classic my sister's boyfriend's best friend is the one for me. You became Frankie’s date for every outing, and soon you put a label on you both. But when it was your turn to leave for college Frankie and you split. Heartbroken ever since that day. Because you had to stay loyal to him when he left but he couldn’t take the fact that you wanted to leave your small town for good.

“You could get ready at my place and we could go to your parents together. That's only if you're ok with it?” He said.

“Yeah that sounds great. Thank you again Frankie.”

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Frankie’s house was exactly how you imagined it. Pictures and memorabilia everywhere, the smell of fresh wood and sunflowers. He had a small vegetable garden on the side of his house, and he used to always dream of having a house with a pool, so it wasn’t a surprise that you saw a good size one in the backyard.

You walked in more and saw a bunch of pictures on a wall. Glazing over them you saw some with you, and most of them were of him in the army. You walked over to the couches where there were more pictures. In a frame there was a picture of you two on your graduation day. Frankie wore your cap as you kissed his cheek. You smiled at that memory. It was the day after he came back from bootcamp, with him surprising you, both of you worried he wasn't gonna make it.

Frankie had shown you his bathroom. Where you got ready. Leaving the bathroom you walked out to see Frankie waiting for you.

“Wow you look amazing.” He said in a breathy tone.

“Thank you.” You said as you feel your cheeks heat up.

“No seriously, you look great.” He said to reassure you. You walked up and offered your hand.

“Francisco Morales, will you be a gentleman and join me tonight?”

“When have I ever said no to you?” He asked as he took your hand.

“I can think of a few times.” You laughed as you both walked to his truck.

For  once in a long time you felt as if Frankie and you were good. Good as in being together again. But only fools dream like that. Right?

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At your parents' anniversary party everyone and anyone was there. Your parents and friends were surprised to say the least and you enjoyed every minute of it. Your group was sitting around the table enjoying drinks and memories, it felt like you never left. Frankie was sitting by your side, and every so often it looked as if he wanted to be closer to you so you took the initiative to slowly move closer. When his arm was behind you, you were finally content, and based on his smile so was he.

“Care to dance?” You asked Frankie.

“Do I have to remind you how horrible we are at dancing?” He said laughing through his response.

“You owe me one dance, remember?” You said smiling knowing Frankie can’t say no now.

Standing up he offered you his arm and you both made your way over to the dance floor.

Moving to the beat, you were both entangled in limbs, but a bright smile displayed on everyone as they watched you and Frankie become those kids who pined for each other for all those years.

“It’s sad.” Em said to the table.

“On what?” Benny asked cluelessly.

“Pendejo. He promised her that he would only dance with her one more time at their wedding. They were supposed to be the next couple to celebrate fifty years together in this town.” Santiago said, looking at his best friend and you.

Frankie and you were laughing and talking but as a slow song came on you both stayed on the dance floor. Unknowing of the conversation that was going on with your group.

“I missed you.” Frankie said.

“There's not even a way to describe the feeling of how much I missed you.” You said, placing your head on his chest. Frankies grip tightened around you, as if he was scared that he was going to lose you. Again.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly.

“No. No apologies. Just be with me. Right here in this moment. Not the past or the future.”

“Frankie?” You asked, to which he hummed to be his response.

“Promise me this won’t be our last dance?” Your voice cracked as you spoke.

“Promise me you won’t be gone as long as you have been.” He spoke softly, as almost he was about to break. You nodded, not being able to form words. A small kiss was placed on your head from him. This was the way you used to seal promises.

It wasn’t until speeches and cake till your night was ruined. Everyone gathered around where your parents were. Your parents holding a microphone and giving thanks.

“Since we were kids this town has done nothing but helped us. We found true love in this zip code and we raised our wonderful kids here. Our oldest is striving to become a wonderful teacher like her mom and our youngest has been working her heart out since she was handed a highschool diploma. We thank all of you for your support and well wishes towards us and our family.” Your dad spoke as everyone clapped to his thoughtfulness.

“Though we are here celebrating our wonderful fifty years together. We are beyond grateful to have both of our children here tonight with us.” Your Mom spoke and pointed towards you and Em. Will and Benny both hollered and squeezed us together. Small laughter erupted.

“I have been blessed with such an amazing neighborhood, life, and soulmate but I am even more blessed that our youngest was offered a position in London while our oldest will be taking my place the next school year. Thank you all again and enjoy.”

Suddenly it felt claustrophobic. Everyone turned to say congratulations to you. You were surrounded and all you needed was an escape. But everyone was hugging and asking you questions.

While your own thoughts were running wild. How did your mom know about London? You didn’t take the job. Where’s Frankie? Oh my god where’s Frankie? The one that stuck out the most was you had to clear this up with your parents and especially Frankie. Em grabbed you and dragged you away.

“London?” She screamed and questioned. You began shaking your head.

“No, no, no!” You yelled back at her. Your mom had come up to you both and intervened.

“Mijas, what's wrong?” She asked.

“Mom, how did you know about London?” You asked, growing impatient.

“You buttdialed me in one of your meetings. ‘M sorry honey if you had a whole idea to tell us and if I ruined it-”

“Mom, I didn’t take the London job. I took the position of being media manager. A job where I could live here. Be here with, ugh fuck!” You screamed the last part feeling all the emotions rush through you. Benny, Will and Santiago walked over towards you. You wanted to burst out crying knowing Frankie had left. Again.

“Where is he?” You ran up to Benny. Benny shook his head and began to speak.

“He um, he left. We don’t know where too though. Maybe the creek?”

You looked towards Pope and he had a sorry gaze towards you. No you're not taking apologies. You need to make this right.

“Give me keys.” You raised your hand outward. Pope placed his keys and you din;t even say thank you. You just ran towards the cars.

You drove past the creek, school, and finally you saw the truck in his driveway. You parked quickly and ran towards the door. Tears already welling up your eyes. When you knocked and there was no answer to the door your heart began to speed up. Pope had to have keys to his place. And luckily you found the fit. Opening the door you searched for him, but he was sitting on the couch ushering a whiskey.

“Frankie please let me explain.” You said as you rounded the corner.

“Explain what?” He said moving towards the kitchen, that's when you saw his tear stained cheek.

“Explain how you're gonna move to London, how you’re gonna be able to do what you always wanted to do. You already left once, why do it twice?”

“Frankie.”

“Do you know how much joy I have when you call or text me. Or when you even fucking show up for your weekend here once a year. Do you know how much I yearn to gain a little more from you?”

“Frankie please.”

“No, please go ahead and break me one more time.” He said.

“Frankie, I didn’t take the job.” You had lost your temper and began to lose your control over your voice.

“What?”

“Do you know how much I yearned for you to call me and tell me to come back home? Do you know how lonely I was? I cried every night for two months, every holiday, birthday. I know I could live without you but fuck Frankie I didn’t want too.” Frankie had now moved back from behind the kitchen counter to be in front of you.

“Frankie, I was scared. I was a kid and I was so in love with you. I made myself board that airplane and I regretted it the instant I buckled my seatbelt. I wanted to see the world, but the only thing I truly wanted was to see the world with you.” At this point tears were both falling freely between the two of you.

“I only came back home to make sure this is what I wanted. To make sure that I would hate London. I came back to see if I could fix my mistakes.”

“Where are you working?” Frankie had now asked.

“I took the media manager position. I can work wherever I want.” You said now quietly. Frankie nodded trying to comprehend everything. Twenty minutes ago he thought he had lost you again, but now here you were in his house, confessing to him that you were too in love with him, that you cried everyday just like he had.

“Frankie please say something.”

“You’re not leaving?” He asked another question which drove you past patience.

“Frankie I will leave right now if you don’t-” Suddenly you were embraced by his lips. Before you could withdraw your mind from its far places, his arms were around you. You felt that rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left you limp. Just like he did all those times before. He kissed you, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made you cling to him. His insistent mouth was parting your shaking lips, sending wild waves along your nerves, evoking from your sensations you had never known you would be capable of feeling again. And before a swimming giddiness spun you round and round, you knew that you were kissing him back.

You pull away slowly. But then you both were kissing again. It shows you that every other kiss you’ve had without Frankie has been wrong. Both of you are kissing like crazy. Like your lives depend on it. Frankie’s tongue slips inside your mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like you've ever experienced with him before. Your fingers wrap around his hat and pull it off, and move to grip his hair, pulling him even closer. He pushes you backward and you’re up against the kitchen table. The weight of his body on top of yours is extraordinary. You feel him—all of him—pressed against you. His face has his signature stubble and it rubs your skin but you don’t care, you don’t care at all. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn’t matter that his mouth is already on top of yours, you want him closer but he pulls away.

“You promised me forever and always. Is it forever now?” He asked with a certain amount of need in his voice. You nodded quite ferociously and pulled him in to seal the deal.

“Forever and always Francisco. You will have me forever and I will always love you.”

Leaning forward he sealed the deal, and for a long time it won't be the last seal the deal kiss.

This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual

Markus Moreno: SuperVillain

oops I made a really long multi chapter thing

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if you’re white and you act like race issues are just “unnecessary drama” or “discourse” then sorry to tell you but you’re just…. racist

High As The Stars

I do not own the GIF.

Word Count: 1239

This hasn't been the first time Din has returned with more wounds than you could count. With each lucky bounty that took less than one day stacked up the slow amount of karma waiting for Din the next time. And here you were, hovering over the Mandalorian as he bled out.

"Hey! Just keep your eyes open. Squeeze my hand."

You shout, one hand busily tearing the beskar from his torso as the other was faintly gripped in his bloody leather hand.

"C-Cyare."

You press a small kiss against the helmet, pulling out antiseptic wipes to clean the heavy gashes. You grimaced at his moan of pain, his grip becoming unbearable as you cleaned sand and other bits from the nasty wounds.

"Don't speak. Just... stay with me Din." He began to wrestle against you.

"Kriffing stop moving!" Din stills, his grasp a butterfly's touch on your hand as you pull it back. You needed both hands to administer the bacta shots. Another grunt followed the injection of the syringe, and you sighed in relief as you slowly watched the major wounds close together. Disposing of several wipes and bloodied rags, you turn back to face Din, who's out cold on the floor.

"What would you do without me." You muttered before completely striping him of his armour and weapons. It was a terrible idea to drag him up the ramp of the Razor Crest when he had stumbled outside, and you doubted you could do it again.

With what little strength you had, you pressed him against a makeshift bed. Soft blankets and pillows surrounded him as you tucked him in. He would need all his energy back once he woke up, no doubt wanting to jump straight back to Nevarro to collect the credits.

You sat by his side, smiling softly as you grasped his hand. At least he had come back to you in one piece. He was lucky that he had made it to the Crest, or you would've had no idea where he was.

A soft mumble escaped the modulator as Din slowly sat up, his body swaying from the sudden motion.

"Hey. Take it easy." You mutter, letting him lean his weight against your smaller form.

"How you feelin?" You ask, eyes shining with worry as Din blankly stared at you, his helmet tilting further to the side the longer he stared.

"You look fam-familiar." He slurred, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Mhm. I am your only other crewmate. Been together for around a year." There was a moment of silence before his usually stoic and sarcastic voice had shifted to something akin to a love sick puppy.

"You look so pr-pretty mesh'la." You lay him back down with ease, squeezing his hand that was clutched to your side as you laid it down beside him.

"Is that the bacta talkin to me Din?" You tease, watching as he struggles to take off his helmet. With gentle hands, you release the Mandalorian from his beskar prison. His eyes were hazy as he stared off into the distance before looking back at you.

"You should get some rest. Sleep here. I'll be right beside you." He shoves you away with what little strength he had left in his muscles, but even wounded and delirious, he was still strong enough to push you back.

"S-Stop. I have a riduuuur." He drew out the foreign word, and you peck another kiss to his cheek. His face scrunched up as he pouted, his eyes glistening.

"I won't cheat on my riduur. Even if you look as pretty as them." A wide grin splashes over your face as you brush his messy hair out of his face.

"You think I'm pretty?" Din groans, trying to roll onto his side so he didn't have to look at you. But after the fourth attempt he huffed before flopping down on the soft blankets.

"The-The prettiest." Din nodded, his eyes roaming the features of your face as it came in and out of focus.

"Come on Din, go back to sleep." It took a few moments for the words to register in his brain before he was moaning in protest.

"Got to see my cyar'ika." His protests were firm as you sighed.

"Fine. I'll get them. Wait here." He diligently nodded his head as you disappeared from view. You chuckle to yourself. Din had always been so shy to flirt with you, but here he was, diligently keeping his promise to be with you forever. You exit the weapon lockers and smile happily as Din's face morphs into a goofy smile.

"Verd'ika!" He exclaimed, seeming to gain his strength in the short period of time you had pretended to get yourself. You coo at him as he embraces you in a clumsy hug.

"I've missed you. You so... so good to me." Din began to slowly tear up, and you gently rubbed his back as he began to sob into your shoulder. Despite being vulnerable and high as an X-Wing in the clouds, he still had a possessive grip.

"Mi-Missed you. Haven't seen you in y-years!" His words were choked and lazily pronounced.

"Love you too Din. Glad you came back to me." Din's cries began to recede as he pressed harsh kisses against the side of your neck.

"Din!" You scold, pushing him back. He gives you the sweetest puppy eyes, chocolate brown swirling at you.

"Cyare..." You roll your eyes, helping the warrior to his feet.

"You can get all the lovin' once you get cleaned up and back to our bunk." His weight wasn't as harsh in the beginning, and you were able to help him stumble his way over towards the refresher attached to the shared bunk.

Deeply inhaling the soap bar, Din gives you the softest smile.

"Aloan roses." He identifies, and you give him a small pat on the back in praise. "Come on you tin head. Let's get you cleaned up." He didn't hesitate to strip down, bare as the day he was born. Din gave you a cocky smile,

"Like what you see?" "Yeah I do. But first get clean. So I can admire you better than under all those layers of sand."

It was a hassel getting him cleaned up. He was distracting and happily pressing your body into the stream of warm water, effectively soaking you to the bone. But you couldn't be too mad. His delighted expression was too sweet for you to be mad.

Finally getting the two of you in dry clothing, you snuggled up besides Din as he pressed against you.

"Love you mesh'la." You giggle, gently brushing your finger against the curve of his jaw.

"Love you too Din."

There was another moment of silence before... "You wanna hear a joke." You wack him on his side. He had done this before. When the two of you were crunched on time to rest before bounding straight into another fight. And it had both annoyed you and sent you into a fit of chuckles when he tried to break the ice. It was endearing how he had tried to cheer you up that night. You were really grumpy, and in your defense Din drank the rest of the caf that morning.

"Go to sleep Din." There was a huff of protest before he pressed his face against the smooth skin of your neck and inhaled.

Din smiled to himself as he fell asleep. You smelled like home. His home.

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Words Unspoken

Mando x reader

Summary: y/n and mando has been friends for two years, a bond between them Unspoken...until the mandalorian sees the way y/n's childhood friend flirts with her. (Sum mando jealousy here hehehehe)

Warnings: jealous mando, language. Maybe violence and fluff.

Also happy late birthday pedro BABY!!!!!

Also this is trash (;

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The mandalorian watches with crossed arms as y/n worked on the rezar crest, trying to repair some internal wiring that was shot earlier that day....by said mandalorian. Y/n had a amused smile on her face along with sweat and oil, the reason as to why she was fixing this nearly making her laugh.

It all started when mando was cleaning his beloved blaster, just mindlessly wiping down every crevice of the thing. But he heard her enter the room, her boots echoing throughout the near silent ship. That of course grabbed the intention of the mandalorian causing him to look up from his blaster and spotting the woman.

And she was absolutely stunning, her beautiful y/e/c eyes harvesting that beautiful sparkle no one else could ever have. her light brown button up shirt stained with oil along with her tight long dark brown pants, the first few buttons on her shirt missing showing off her soft skin there. Her hair was down and natural just the way he always thought was beautiful, it made her look purely angelic. He didn't even know what happened as his mind was in a trance over her beauty, but he accidentally pulled the trigger of his blaster he was cleaning and shot straight through the wall of his beloved ship....messing up the lighting in that particular area. But luckily his companion was a mechanic.

Leading them to this moment, she removed the penal he shot through and was rewiring what he destroyed. Her amusement at the situation making his cheeks burn red beneath his helmet.

" I almost have it...just a few more and-"

She shrieked as sparks flies out causing her to jump back and cradle her hand to her chest. The mandalorian jumped to her side in a flash, holding her as he quickly looked her over to see if she had any injuries. But she was okay other then a small little burn on her hand.

" are you okay? Are you hurt? " he asks, his voice modulator slightly masking his concern, but she heard and smiles up at him reassuringly.

" I'm fine...but I can't say the same for the rezar crest's wiring. It's gonna have to be replaced." She tells mando, who sighs and looks away from the woman and back to the wiring that sparks every few seconds.

" what do we need to replace? " he asks, his eyes looking back down at her. Her gaze was fully focused on the damage.

" you'll need more wiring, and probably a new penal considering that one has a hole in it. That's about it " she explained as she looks up at mando, who was still holding her. Realizing this he let's her go with pink cheeks. Although he wished more then anything to hold her for eternity.

" where can we find that? " his modulated voice asks, walking over and inspecting the damaged he had done. She watches as he stares on at the damage, the feeling of where his arms was once around her feeling cold at the loss of contact. She walks over and leans her forearm against the ship's wall, looking up at the beskar clad man.

" I know of a place we can get all the stuff we need for free...but it's a rough place, especially with the child with us. " she tells mando. He looks at her then turns around looking at the child who sat down in his bobble like carrier, watching the two with a small smile.

" we could go and you could always stay here and watch him while I retrieve the stuff. " He said, but y/n shook her head and fixed her gaze on the shining helmet, looking at where she believed his eyes would be.

" if you went alone then you wouldn't be getting the wires and panel free, you should stay and watch the child while I get it....I can handle myself y'know. " she explained as she crosses her arms. He looks at her questioningly. Although his face was hidden under the helmet she could read his body language like a book.

And she was right, he knew damn well she could handle herself. The first time they met was when he strolled into a cantina, he was just stealthy looking for his latest bounty at the time but the sight of her caught his gaze. She was arm wrestling a rather large and muscular man, someone even he would have a time fighting against. But she somehow won the wrestling match and the man was not pleased, that's when said large man decided to start a fight with the small and delicate looking woman. But she managed to kick the man's ass and that's when the mandalorian just knew he had to get to know her, and so he did. She helped him repair his ship that was heavily damaged at the time. But she made it look good as new, and the payment was that she stayed with him, that way she actually had a bed to sleep in and a roof over her head. The only thing she needed to do was sometimes watch the child and repair any damage.

" trust me I know you can...but why would you be able to get the parts free and I wouldn't? " he asks, she smiles a small smile and looks away from him.

" because the person we would be getting these parts from would be an old friend of mine, he is a little hostile towards strangers but a decent person with friends " she says, her voice soft and making his heart flutter at the sound. But the fluttering stops as his mind registers the fact she said he and old friend.

The mandalorian looks at her and nods, they need the parts, " okay...wheres this friend of yours at? " he speaks, voice coming out void of emotion as always as he begins walking towards the cockpit. Y/n scoops the child up into her arms as she settles into the co-pilot seat strapping herself in as the mandalorian does so himself. The woman explains the destination coordinates as starts up the rezar crest. And off they go in search of the parts to fix what mando destroyed.

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" This place is a dump..." the mandalorian spoke as he held the child closely to him, watching as different species of all kinds walked by, some thieving off others, and others beating the shit out of some. It was a rough place....but then again most wastelands was.

" hey pal this dump so happened to be home! " y/n said, her voice low as her eyes bounced around the sandy desert full of thugs, outlaws and murderers.

Mando looks at her the around the place, " that explains why you're so tough " he muttered. She chuckles and leads the way towards the dark cave looking building. The child whines at the sight of the aliens and people in this wasteland, snuggling up into the mandalorian for safety.

He smiles under the helmet as reassuringly rubs the childs back.

The woman comes to a stop at the cave like building, hand resting on her concealed blaster as she smiles up at two guards.

" is gunner still around or did he finally get himself killed? " she asks with a little smirk. The guards look to each other and back down at the woman.

" whose asking? " one asks, his voice gruff and low. The mandalorian stood more close behind her as his protectiveness kicked in.

" y/n...an old friend who he owes. " she spoke up, smirk still playing at her lips. The guards step aside and allow her entry without anymore question. She gives them a little nod in gratitude and steps through, glad to be out of the burning sun. But she stops dead in her tracks when the guards block mando off.

" their with me " she says, looking at them with a serious face, they sigh and let him in as he nods at them. He walks closer to y/n as she leads them through the dimly lit building.

After a few minutes of silence they come to a room with a round table in the middle, four men sitting at it while two women hang of two of the men's shoulders, they was gambling. And it didn't take long for the man the woman was looking for spotted her, he stood up from his chair and smiles.

" well if it isn't y/n! " gunner spoke with a joyous tune, causing y/n to smile widely. The men at the table stop their gambling as the hostess attention was purely on her. " it's been a long time since I've last saw you, yet your still the beauty I grew up with! " he exclaimed as he looked her up and down. She giggles and shakes her head, her cheeks slightly pink at the man's words.

The mandalorian stood there with the child watching everything go down, a feeling of pure anger washing over him as he shifted on his feet...who the hell did this man thank he was speaking to her like that?....those words was running through his head repeatedly.

" oh shut up gunner, I didn't come her for you're compliments, but rather some parts for a ship " she tells the man who nods with a grin. He turns back to the other men in the room.

" continue the game while I excuse myself for a moment..." gunner said, motioning y/n and mando to follow him. They both do so as he leads them through a dark hallway and into a grey more brightly lit room full of metal and ship parts. " what is it your looking for? " he asks.

" wiring and a panel " the mandalorian spoke before y/n could, his modulated voice feeling the room. The woman looks at him with a slight lifted brow, she could hear the anger seeping through his voice.

" well...y/n you know where to find it. " gunner said, side eyeing the mandalorian, He picked up on the anger rolling off him.

" of course! " she said, walking towards gunner and searching through the wall of multiple wires behind him.

She was confused as to why mando was angry, but shrugged it off. He was probably irritated by the heat from this wasteland and hostile territory, especially when the child was being held in such a place.

As she searched she found it, the wires she needed and smiles victoriously. " okay I got the wires but now I need the panel..." her voice trailed off as she turned around and looked around the room seeing if she could see it.

" follow me, I'll take ya to the panel's Darling " gunner chuckles as he rests a hand on her lower back.

That made the mandalorian's blood boil, his eyes shooting daggers through the man's head as he clinched his jaw. How dare he put his filthy hands on her....

Y/n nods in appreciation at gunner and his kindness as he leads her towards the panel section of his ship parts collection.

" here they are..." he said with a little smile and he kept his hand on her...mando appearing beside the two as the woman walked off to search for the right panel.

" so....gunner. how did you and y/n meet? " venom dripping from his words, gunner looks at him with a little grin.

" we grew up together, she had an abandoned ship we would both play in when we we're children " gunner tells the man. He nods and looks back to y/n. Gunner smiles at the mandalorian and chuckles quietly.

" you like her? " he asks, causing the mandalorian's head to snap in his direction. His cheeks going red under the helmet.

" wh-i...yes...you could say that " he stuttered as his heart started pounding. He felt...afraid to think of his feelings for y/n. The fact that he loved her making him scared, he wanted to tell her...but was afraid of ruining everything they had together. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her...she was everything to him.

Gunner nods, the grin still plastered on his face as he watches y/n while she finally finds the right panel and make her way back to the two men and child.

" okay! I have everything we need " y/n announced as she holds the wires and panel up with a smile. Mando nods with a sigh of relief, now maybe they can leave this place. But of course luck wasn't on his side and the woman who captured the mandalorian's heart directs her attention on the man beside him.

" thanks gunner, I knew you'd have everything we need " she smiles gratefully at her old friend, who gives her a tight hug.

The mandalorian can't help but tense up, he hates seeing the way y/n smiles at the man, her eyes practically glued to the suave man who kept throwing compliments at her....although he hated to admit it...he was jealous.

" great now we can go " mando spoke, holding the child closer as he watches the way gunners arm was still wrapped around y/n even though the hug was broke.

Y/n looks at the mandalorian confused, he wasn't even trying to hide the anger now...did she do something to anger him?

" oh come on, no need to be I'm such a rush. Why don't you both stay for dinner? " Gunner suggests with a kind smile. Y/n's eyes light up with excitement as she smiles at the suggestion, looking to mando for permission. That's something she always does, that's one of many reasons he likes her. She always makes sure he is comfortable with something before she agrees or does something.

The mandalorian looks at her and knows she really wants to stay...her excitement making his heart skip a beat, she was so adorable. And he sometimes hated how her beauty and adorableness had such a grip on him.

With a sigh he nods, " sure, why not..." he muttered with attitude. Y/n's smile widens as she thanks the mandalorian for agreeing and they all start walking to the dining hall in gunners building. Even though he wished to just sit in his ship and enjoy listening to y/n talk about random things while playing with the child....like always.

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Y/N's laugh rang throughout the building as the mandalorian sat at the table with crossed arms, he couldn't eat considering he couldn't take his helmet off. And he didn't want to leave the two alone together because he was afraid of that thought.

The child sat beside the mandalorian as it eats the soup, its wide eyes looking up at mando with curiosity.

" do you remember that time you pissed off those Jawa's and I had to talk them out of stealing you're whole ship? " y/n laughed, tears threatening to spill because of how hard she laughed. Gunner laughs with her as he nods.

" how couldn't I? It was the most terrifying moment of my life! " he said through laughter, his hand landing on hers, they both sat beside each other while the mandalorian and child sat in front of them. Mando watched as gunner squeezes her hand as their laughter continues, never has he seen y/n so happy before....it left him feeling angry yet sad the same time.

" I'm heading out, watch the child. " he growls as he stood up, chair scratching against the floor making the laughter die down some. Without another word he leaves.

Y/n watches as her smile filters, worry settling into the pit of her stomach. Her mind wondering what has made him so angry. She looks to gunner and gives him a apologetic smile.

" please excuse me while I see what's bothering him " she says, standing up and dusting her pants. She looks to the child, " stay here and be safe " she tells the green little creature, who nods and smiles. She then walks out of the dining hall in search of her mando...

Although she would never admit it, she harvested very strong feelings for the mandalorian. And she thought that in her actions and words towards him showed him just how much she cared about him. She didn't say out loud that she loved him because she knew he would most likely reject her, say that she was only a friend and mechanic for him, and she couldn't take the rejection so she showed him her love for him in the way she took care of him, hoping one day he would see it. But obviously he hasn't.

She sighs in relief upon seeing him stood by a open window in the building, the sun had set long ago the moon taking its place. The light of the moon shining on his beskar making him look absolutely stunning in her eyes. She walks towards him slowly, her boots hitting the hard metal floors echoing, breaking the silence.

" what are you doing in here? I thought I told you to watch the child?! " he barks at her harshly. He keeps his gaze out the window as he watches the people outside.

" the child is in good hands with gunner " she reassures the mandalorian as she stood in front of him, leaning on the window seal.

" oh so now we're trusting him with the childs well being? " he scoffs, causing her to stare at him with shock. His harshness hurting her in a way he would never intend.

" I'd trust him with my life din, he isn't like any other person in this wasteland! He's nice, caring and wanted nothing more then to leave this place when we was younger. But he couldn't because he was a slave! " she angrily tells him, her cheeks red from said anger.

He finally turns his gaze on her, eyes soften slightly at the mention of his name, something he told her one night as they both couldn't find sleep. She only ever used his name when she was troubled or very very angry at him....

" then why are you here with me and not him? " he asks with a low tone, voice holding that of sadness. She looks at him as her anger slowly decapitated.

" because something is bothering you and I wanna know what it is din...you're never this distant with me? " she tells him, voice calmer as she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder making him sigh and relax.

" i-i just don't like seeing the way he makes you feel...." he muttered, his voice modulator not masking the hurt in his voice. It made her heart clinch.

" din, I have no idea what you're talking about? " she said softly, clearly confused.

" I'm talking about all the-the complaints, and blushing and the way he touches you...I don't like how it makes me feel! " he exclaimed as his anger was building back up.

Y/n stood there shocked, her brain trying to wrap around what he just said...so he was jealous? She thought as a small smile tugs at her lips.

" so, what you're trying to tell me is that you're jealous? " she says while trying to fight off her smile. He shrugs her hand off his shoulder and crosses his arms, a frown on his face hidden by his helmet.

" I. Am. Not. jealous." He spat out, but now it was all clear to the woman that he was.

It made her feel over the moon knowing that he felt the same about her, otherwise why would he be jealous?

" then why do you hate when gunner compliments me? " she asks, the smile winning the battle as she smiles at him.

" because...i-i just don't! " he argues as he looks away from her. She giggles and walks closer to him, her chest nearly touching his making his breath hitch and heart pound.

" that's exactly what someone who is jealous would say " she tells him with a grin. He scoffs but doesn't look away from her. " you have nothing to be jealous over din, my eyes are set on only one man in this galaxy and if he wasn't so hard headed and stubborn he'd see that " she admits, her eyes looking up at him with such love and adoration that his heart swells.

It was that moment he knew she was talking about him, the smile on his face wide.

She leans her forehead against his helmet, wishing more then anything to be able to kiss the mandalorian.

" I love you din, nothing will ever change that and I hope you can see that " she says softly, the love dripping from her words making him sigh dreamily.

" I love you too. Ever since the moment I saw you " he tells her, causing a giggle to escape her lips, she pulls her head back and rests her hands on his armored chest. His hands falling to her waist.

They both stood there in a comfortable silence until they heard the child walk inside the room, it's big eyes droopy and a yawn escaped from the little creature. Y/n smiles and looks up at mando who hesitates to pull away from the comfort of the womans touch. He walks over and scoops the child up and turns around to look at y/n.

" ready to go now? " he asks, she nods and walks towards him, both of them walking down the hallway.

" yeah, I suppose I should fix what you broke the other day, y'know checking me out and all " she jokes. His cheeks turn red and he chuckles.

" well maybe you shouldn't be strolling by when you look like you did that day." He says, a little smirk on his face beneath his helmet.

" looking like what? " She questions, he stops walking and looks down on her short self.

" stunningly beautiful " was all he said as he walks ahead of her. She blushes with a wide smile as she finally starts walking again.

She was absolutely happy, her heart felt like it was about to explode with happiness knowing that the mandalorian felt the same.

But the mandalorian was beyond happy, the smile would probably never leave his face as he thought about how she said she loved him, those three simple little words meant the whole universe to him. and now that he knew he had her...he felt like he had the whole universe.

Because know that he had her, he did.