Ghosts

Always

Din djarin x reader

Summary: y/n spends the night celebrating with someone else dancing. while din feels himself growing envious, storming away. Y/n and din find themselves confessing feelings

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Warnings: slight angst I suppose. FLUFFFFFFF and season 2 SPOILERS!!!

*gif not mine*

He wanted to leave this place, get as far away from this planet as possible. But you was having the most fun you've had in a long time. Your usual stressed out tense self was finally letting loose, forgetting the fact you, the child and din was wanted souls among the galaxy, planet hopping and traveling the galaxy every other day or hour.

You was currently caught up in a celebration, the town of Mos Pelgo celebrating freedom from the krayt dragon that was lurking under the tatooine systems sand. Since you and din had so graciously helped the people of Mos Pelgo out, cobb vanth, a friendly local of the village, the role of leader rolling off him. had asked you and din to stay for the celebration.

You and the child wanted to stay, having spend every second in the razor crest was boring. So when the opportunity to spend a night in a safe town where bounty hunters surely wouldn't find you was exciting. But unfortunately a certain beskar wearing mandalorian didn't want to spend another second on the planet. He wanted to leave and continue the usual running away, hiding on planet after planet. But din found it rather hard to say no to the big wide begging eye's of the child and your sickly sweet pleading y/e/c's.

So he gave in, saying that the three of you would participate in the celebration for only a few hours. A few hours turned to three, much to din's dismay. And as the night carried on, the mandalorian stood in a corner of the cantina with his arms crossed, watching you chat up cobb vanth. The man saying something to make you giggle. The beautiful sound making din's heart flutter while at the fact it was cobb making you laugh made a unmistakable rage burn in his chest.

Din didn't like this, he didn't like how friendly the man was being with you. How he flirted with you shamelessly. You took it as the man trying to be friendly but din knew what the man was doing, he saw how Cobbs eye's roamed every inch of you with a little smirk on his face. And as much as din wanted to beat the man for even looking at you like that. He couldn't blame him, for you was a gorgeous woman. But that didn't give cobb the right to gawk at you... You took din's breath away with every beautiful laugh, you had his heart melting with every smile or kind gesture you always offer the man. Helping him tend to his wounds or making sure he's eating enough.

Maker, din was falling hard for you.

But what he didn't know was you was falling even harder for him. You loved the man ever since you started traveling with him all those years ago, way before the child came into the picture. He may be a ruthless, badass skilled warrior in the public eye, feared by all. But to you? He was a sweet tender hearted man. He cared about you, you knew. He was always so protective over you, always making sure your safe or armed whenever he can't be by your side - which was a rare occurrence. You didn't have to see his face to know that under his helmet he was a beautiful man. Because he already shown you his true beauty with every sweet word whispered to you late at night or every fleeting touch, his kindness towards you.

A slight tug at din's leg made him tear his glare off cobb and you and down at the green little child that took a pretty big portion of his heart, you owning the rest. Picking him up din sighs, "what do you want?... hm?" din coos so lowly it was nearly a whisper.

The child gives him a little smile and rests his head on din's shoulder, a sign that the child was tired. "all this excitement has you tired eh?" amused at the little yawn that emitted from it he chuckles. Small babbling was din's reply before the child's eye's flutter shut, falling asleep. Sighing din looks back up, seeing cobb talking you into dancing with him.

"c'mon beautiful! Just one dance!" he cheered happily while you giggle and shake your head, not that you had anything against the poor man. But you didn't want to dance, "just one!" his voice rang through the cantina while the other civilians of Mos Pelgo danced.

"i really should be going... Mando's most likely wanting to leave" you said, using dins nickname knowing that his actual one was reserved for you and him only. Quiet nights on the razor crest when he allowed his true name to roll of your tongue.

Din let's a relieved smile grace his face upon hearing your words, pleased you wanted to leave as well. But cobb was being a persistent man and you finally gave in, having a dance with him.

And din felt his heart aching at the sight of your beaming smile while cobb had his hands all over you. You looked so happy, laughing whenever Cobb twirled you. Din thought in that moment that perhaps you loved the man holding you. The thought had the mandalorian feeling a wave of mixed emotions, angry, sad and insecure.

Why would you waste time loving din when cobb could give you so much? Cobb vanth could give you peace, safety and a permanent home. A face to look at....

What could din give you? A dangerous life of living on the run, fear, and no place to call home. You didn't even know what din looked like, what if you thought him to be ugly? What if you didn't like his big brown eye's or patchy facial hair?

"let's get you to bed...." din muttered to the child while carrying him out the door, stepping outside into tatooine' twin sun's setting. A orange hue cast over the sand place.

You was completely oblivious to his absence, you was to busy trying to talk cobb out of letting you leave. You didn't want to rub off as rude by just walking out the door and leaving, but with how he kept making up excuses to keep you in the cantina that seemed like your last option.

"okay cobb, I should really be going. I've already over stayed my due" you say with a little smile, still dancing with the man, his hand in yours while is other was on your waist. It felt... Off, his touch. It wasn't anything compared to din's warm delicate touches.

"oh c'mon y/n, one more dance!" he laughs joyfully, his breath evident enough he drank more spotchka then needed.

"no - really I've stayed to late, me and Mando need to get the child to bed!" you spoke with a polite smile and try slipping away from cobb, who sighs and let's you free.

"I hate to see you go... It's been a real pleasure meeting you beautiful" he takes your hand in his own and kisses your knuckles. You pull your hand back fast with wide eye's of shock, not liking how wrong his lips felt on your skin. Cobb gives you a confused look until you wipe your hand on your pants, in hopes you'd forget the feeling of his lips on your hand.

"look cobb you're a really nice guy - and I was honored to be a part of the celebration but... I -

" you can stay! Here with me... Ive never felt this way about anyone and I really don't want to watch you go y/n... " he cut you off, stunning you. This conversation taking a turn for the worst. Oh maker you didn't want to hurt the man but your heart belongs to din, not him....

"I can't stay... I belong with the child, with the mandalorian... They are my home cobb. I can't just runaway from them...i love them" you explain carefully, face burning at your confession. For that's the first time you've spoken your love for din aloud.

Cobb looked disappointed, his eyes darting to the floor while he swallowed thickly. Nodding his head, "you better get going then, I don't wanna keep you waiting" his words was short and rushed out as he walks away.

You sigh with relief ready to find din, but as your eyes search the cantina you can't find him. "maker where is he now?" you murmur to yourself and leave the building in search for him. Luckily you spot him loading up the speeder, jogging over to him you offere him some help.

"I've got it" he replied timidly and harsh. Strapping the mandalorian armor he received earlier on the speeder.

You looked at him confused, "what's wrong? You sound bothered?" you ask softly, concerned about the man.

"you shouldn't have stayed so late. I specifically said a hour! You stayed nearly three!" he snaps, roughly strapping stuff to the speeder. You feel a wave of guilt wash over you at keeping him here for so long.

"you should have came got me then... I lost track of time, this is the most relaxed I've felt in months" you whisper, looking down at the sand below you. Your eyes landing on the child who was asleep in the satchel.

"I didn't want to interfere with you and Cobb... You two looked rather relaxed" he grumbled out while finishing up. Standing tall now as he looks at you. You could always decipher his expressions through his body language, and right now you knew he was pissed.

"and what's that suppose to mean?" you retort. Brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. Din only shakes his head while turning away from you. But you wasn't having it, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around. Your chests was mere inches from touching each other's, as you stared up into his t-shaped visor.

"what's wrong with you din... You act all pissy over me finally letting loose! I mean - you nearly got yourself killed today! I should be the one acting pissed! Do you know how stupid that was of you?!" you snapped, the memories of today crashing into you harshly while you run a hand through your hair stressfully.

Din knew that you was upset with his way of taking out the krayt dragon. Your tearful eye's angry glare fixated on him when he had emerged from it's mouth was more then enough evidence of that.

"y/n I -

"I thought maybe if I let loose tonight and tried forgetting that dumb stunt of yours I'd feel better - perhaps not even try and kill you myself but maker din...." you spoke more calmly eye's falling shut as you let out a deep breath. You felt the tears surface, but refused to let them fall.

"I'm sorry... I know it wasn't my best idea but i needed to do something before any harm was done to you or the child" din said while moving closer to you, gently placing his hand on your cheek. The cool leather a familiar feeling you could never tire of.

"you need to be more careful din... I can't do this without you..." you whisper while your lip trembles. You look up into where you could only believe his eye's would be.

"I'd never ask you too, I'm sorry for scaring you... I'd never leave you cyar'ika" he spoke the last bit in his native tongue. He often called you that word you never quite understood, usually on long days or nights you both spent restless.

"then stop being a reckless jerk" you joke unamused, a hand gently wrapped around the base of his neck. He leans his forehead on yours while chuckling.

"I'll try my best cyar'ika...." he whispers in his deep modulated voice. You feel a warmth spreading through your chest at the sound.

Then, you decide to wrap your arms around his neck. Slowly swaying you both. Din of course stood stiff, unmoving while you slowly try and get him to dance with you. And after a few minutes, his hand slides from your face and rests upon your hips, as he ever so gently starts swaying with you.

The moment was perfect to you, how he held you delicately. His shoulder still resting against yours, chests pressed together. This was din djarin, the tender hearted man who showed you his loving side. Not the mandalorian warrior everyone feared. You let a soft sigh of complete bliss pass through your lips while you bask in this moment of peace, of being held in the arms of the one you loved in a rare moment of silence.

"hey din?..." you spoke up quietly, he hums to let you know he's listening, "what does that word mean? The one you always call me?...." you decide to question him as your curiosity got the best of you.

He smiles under the helmet as his nerves kicks in, he knew you cared about him, just as he cared for you... But the bond between you both was a unspoken thing he wasn't sure you was ready to bring up. But unbeknownst to him, you was more then ready to bring up, you was waiting for him... For you thought he didn't want what you longed for....

"it's mando'a... It means - uh..." he seemed more nervous then you thought he could ever be, this making a smile etch its way on your face. He was adorable... "it can mean... Sweetheart, darling... Beloved." his eye's flutter closed, his heart pounding in his chest while his grip on your hips become more firm.

And your heart was doing flips, a wide smile on your face while you almost became overwhelmed with love. After all this time you had no idea that din was calling you such sweet things. You gently press your palms to the sides of his helmet while placing a small peck to the beskar. His face blazing red beneath the helmet.

"who knew the mandalorian could be so sweet?" you tease him, his nervous chuckle escaped the vocoder. "I love you din... You don't have to say it back if you don't feel the same way but I thought maybe -

"I love you too cyar'ika, always" he stops your ranting while relishing in your loving touch.

But as the sun's began to set lower in the sky din knew that it was time to leave this horrid planet. So he climbs on the speeder and assisted you back on, loving how you held him tightly from behind while he made sure the child was securely set in place. Then you both speed into the desert place, ready to leave tatooine. Even though din hated the place, he found his fondest memory being made here. It would forever hold a special place in his heart.

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A/n: here's this cringe I'm leaving out for you guys to read. Hopefully it's not as bad as I believe it to be. 👉👈🥺💘

he… panicked 

(part 2)

Seasons Change

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Miserable and lonely after Chucho drags him to the farmers' market in town, Javier's day turns around when he runs into you asking for his help.

Warnings: Javi being a little depressed/down on himself, fluff, meet-cute, tiny bit of possessiveness, flirting

WC: 3.2K

For @jolapeno & @goodwithcheese's fall challenge: I picked Javi P + Farmers' Market 🍂

thank you @saradika-graphics for the dividers ❤️

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Javier stared out the passenger window of his father's old truck, sulking in his seat with his arms crossed. The changing leaves blurred by on the side of the road: deep reds, bright yellows and oranges, and the occasional stubborn green. Fall was certainly in the air, so much so that he had to pull on his red checkered flannel before Chucho practically dragged him out the door, muttering to him in Spanish about how he never leaves the ranch and getting a change of scenery would be good for him.

But Javier didn't like to leave the ranch. He didn't like the looks he got, the whispers he heard, and especially hated when some stranger insisted on stopping him with a firm handshake to express how proud they were of him.

He always had to bite his tongue. He politely nodded and smiled, but inevitably the ride home was always filled with distressing images of innocents caught in the crossfire, or the shady deals he felt he had to make with the wrong sort of people just to get a lead. Every time he shook one of their hands, more blood transferred to his own palm, and now he felt like he could never get them clean.

But he couldn't explain all that to his father, although Chucho likely had some inkling. He must have noticed the change in him, the shift, when he returned home. When he asked his son why he didn't want to buy a place of his own, why he didn't want privacy, Javier replied it's easier, don't have to wake up so early and drive over to help.

But Chucho wasn't stupid. He knew Javier had nightmares, he saw the clouds in his eyes the following mornings, could practically see the weight pulling his son down around his neck.

Javier didn't want to be alone, but he was too proud to say it.

"Quit pouting. Maybe you'll meet someone," he offered from the driver's seat. Javi scoffed and shook his head.

"What? You're a catch, m'hijo."

"It's not that, Pop," Javi said, although a big part of him was beginning to wonder if he really did have anything to offer a woman anymore. "I know everyone in this town. There's no one here for me."

"You don't know that," his father replied sternly. "The farmers' market brings in customers from all over. You could meet the love of your life today."

Javi tilted his head and gave Chucho an incredulous look.

"You gettin' sick of me, Pop?"

His father laughed heartily and shook his head as he turned into the parking lot.

"You know I love having you around, Javi. Just wish you'd have a reason to smile more."

Chucho abandoned him ten minutes into arriving, claiming he wanted to check in with a couple friends from neighboring farms, and encouraged his son to wander around to see if anything interesting caught his eye.

Javi was beginning to think his presence at the ranch wasn't as necessary as he thought. When he left Colombia, he had expected to arrive home to a mess, but the ranch was in surprisingly good shape. Not only that, but his father was busy. He had to give his dad credit - he had a lot of friends and a hell of a lot more night and weekend plans than himself. Chucho was even casually seeing a woman he met at the pharmacy two months ago.

Javier was wallowing in self-pity when he heard a man and woman's voices a few feet away discussing which cheeses they should buy that would best complement the crackers they had waiting for them at home.

He glanced up and saw the man and woman holding hands and gazing at one another like they were madly in love. Something sharp twisted in his chest at the display, so he tore his eyes away to focus on a package of bread he held in his hands, doing his best to ignore that familiar twitch in his fingers, the one that wanted to lead his hand to his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes that wasn't there.

"Hey, buddy, excuse us," the man's voice said, cutting through Javier's fog. His eyes snapped up and after a moment of confusion, realized he was in the happy couple's way. He dropped the bread and stepped back with a tight smile, then shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and turned away.

It took all of thirty seconds to realize he was completely surrounded by happy couples picking out flowers, fresh produce, and unique trinkets sold by locals. He normally wouldn't care. His focus lately had been entirely fixed on his father and the ranch, surprising even himself that women were the furthest thing from his mind. But something Chucho said that morning must have gotten under his skin because on that particular day, he felt lonely. Out of place. Tainted.

He saw a few people doing a double take as they passed by, no doubt recognizing him and whispering to their partner about his exploits. And just like that, it all felt like too much. The sun was too bright, the scent of apples and cinnamon was too heavy, the laughter was too loud.

He didn't belong there.

Javier swiveled around on his heel, deciding in that moment he would rather wait by his father's truck for an hour than subject himself to... whatever was happening to him. He managed to take one step when a pair of arms wrapped around his bicep, surprising him when he looked down to find a pair of bright beautiful eyes staring back up at him.

"I need your help," you whispered, fingers digging urgently into his arm. Immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he scanned the crowd for danger. When you realized that you sounded a little alarmist, you quickly corrected yourself.

"Not like that. My ex is standing right behind you and I need you to play along because-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence and Javi hardly had a chance to process what you just said because the next thing he knew, your eyes flickered over his shoulder and you plastered a fake smile across your face.

"Charlie, hi!" you gushed, clinging to Javi's arm.

"Hey," a shorter man with light brown hair replied slowly, followed by your name. Javier repeated your name over and over in his head while Charlie's eyes bounced between the two of you, the gears churning. Even Javi could see the look of disappointment slide across his face.

"I've been thinking about you, wondering if you changed your number, but..." Charlie trailed off weakly. Then, for some reason, Javier stood up a little straighter when a flash of annoyance shot through him. Who the hell did this guy think he was? For all Charlie knew, you were in a loving and committed relationship with him. How dare he admit to trying to contact you with your boyfriend standing right there?

"Javier," he suddenly said, deepening his voice and stretching out an arm while simultaneously giving Charlie a stern look that said back off.

"Sorry!" you exclaimed from his side. "Charlie, this is my boyfriend, Javier."

Javi puffed up his chest and shook the man's hand a little harder than he usually would, secretly enjoying the look of discomfort on his face.

"Hey, man, nice to meet you," he replied, then Javi saw it. The flash in his eyes, the double take, the familiar look of someone trying to place who he was.

Javier cleared his throat and slid his arm out of your grasp, only to drape it protectively around your shoulders instead. Much to his delight, you leaned into his side and rested your hand on his chest, your touch making his heart unexpectedly flutter.

"Is there something wrong?" you asked Charlie innocently while batting your lashes. Slowly, your ex shook his head and forced an awkward smile.

"No, just... just happy to see you. Glad you're doing well."

"We're great," you replied. Javi's lips twitched and he had to look away. For just a moment, he wasn't the pathetic single guy at the Farmers' Market. For those few minutes, he was yours.

"Alright, well, I'll see you around I guess," Charlie said as he took a single step backwards. His eyes slid to Javi and he added, "Nice to meet you."

"Take care," he called after Charlie, his arm remaining around your shoulders until he slinked back into the crowd. You let out a huge sigh of relief and stepped out from under his hold, Javi's side instantly feeling cooler from the lack of contact.

"Thank you so much," you said, gazing up at him while you readjusted the bag over your shoulder. "You're, like, the only other person here without someone so I figured you were a safe bet, I hope you don't mind."

Javi smiled. So he wasn't the only one who noticed all the adoring couples. "Not at all. Is he bothering you? I know some guys down at the station-"

"No! Oh, god, no, nothing like that," you exclaimed with a giggle. "He's harmless, he just can't accept it's over, you know?"

"Yeah," he replied, but he didn't know. Not really. Not when he filled the past several years of his life with quick trysts.

You quirked an eyebrow at him, scanning his face for something, and then he felt that familiar churning in his stomach begin. You were about to connect the dots, about to recognize him for who he really was, so he dropped his gaze to the ground. But then your next question took him by surprise.

"How do you know people at the station? Are you a cop?"

He dragged his eyes up to meet yours again, searching for any sign that you were messing with him, but he found none. Just genuine curiosity.

"No," he replied, then awkwardly cleared his throat and shifted his weight. "Well, I used to be, but not here. I work on a ranch now with my Pops."

"Oh, that sounds nice. How kind of you to help out your dad," you said with a sweet smile that held him in a trance for a moment.

"Uh, y-yeah," Javi stammered before tearing his gaze away. "Seems like he doesn't need me as much as I thought, though."

You laughed again, the sound like music to his ears.

"I'm sure that's not true. I bet you're very helpful. You helped me today, so, there's that," you reminded him, leaning forward a little bit and biting your lip playfully. Were you flirting with him?

"That was nothing," Javi replied sheepishly. His mind began to race, trying to desperately think of ideas to keep you around before it became clear his usefulness had come to an end. Then, to his delight, you came up with an answer all by yourself.

"Well, do you mind continuing to help me? Because I wanted to buy some pumpkins and a hay bale for my front porch -"

"Yes," he responded almost immediately. The eagerness in his voice made you both blush and you reached out for his hand.

"My hero."

He grinned and let his fingers lace together with yours, your warmth spreading to his palm as you walked hand in hand through the market. Javi couldn't stop smiling. He was still surrounded by couples, all the smiling and happy faces, but now he didn't feel so out of place. Now he blended right in with everyone else because he had you by his side, leading him around to different vendors to show him something you found interesting or strange. And in those ten short minutes, he realized he wanted to hear it all. He wanted to know why you wrinkled your nose when you passed by some eggplants, or smiled fondly when you saw some colorful homemade crafts.

You suggested getting some hot chocolate and finding a spot to sit down, something he felt foolish for not thinking of first, but at least he had the good sense to insist on buying while he waved you off to find an empty bench.

"So, Javier," you began, saying his name in a way that made warmth bloom in his chest. "You said you used to be a cop and now you work on a ranch. Is there a story there or were you just looking to shake things up?"

He squinted at you over his hot chocolate, like he was trying to figure out if it was possible you really didn't know who he was. But you just kept looking at him so sweetly, your fingers curled around the paper cup, your lips blowing air over the liquid to cool it down, giving absolutely no indication you were being dishonest.

"Do you really not know who I am?" he blurted out. Your eyebrows shot up and you cocked your head to the side.

"Should I?"

Javi smirked and leaned back on the bench in disbelief.

"No. Well, not necessarily. Guess I'm just used to it."

"Used to... people recognizing you?" you asked. He nodded and figured now he was in too deep, so he told you. He told you about Escobar and the Cali Cartel while leaving out a few of the sensitive details, details that still haunted him at night. He didn't tell you why he wasn't a hero, he didn't tell you about Los Pepes. He didn't tell you how all the pain and lives lost made hardly any difference.

He didn't tell you he felt like a complete failure every time he saw those damn boats cruise by the ranch.

"Oh," you finally murmured when he stopped talking. He chewed anxiously on his lower lip, waiting for your reaction. But after you took a moment to absorb what he said, you brightened up and shrugged.

"I'm so glad you're working on a ranch, now. It sounds much safer."

He slowly nodded in agreement.

"Except when the cows get hungry, they get a little pushy."

You giggled and a wide smile stretched across his face.

"Jav! There you are," Chucho's voice called from a few feet away, putting a quick end to both your laughter. His heart sank when he realized his time with you was about to end.

"Pops," Javi said in greeting. You both stood from the bench to face him, ignoring the mischievous look on his father's face when he introduced you. Javi pulled nervously at his hair when he ran his fingers through the thick locks, scrambling to figure out what to say after Chucho announced he was ready to leave.

"Wait, I promised I'd help carry the pumpkins and hay-" he began, grateful that he thought of something to prolong your time together. Your eyes dropped shyly to the ground and you lowered your voice.

"I didn't actually come here to buy that stuff, I was just looking for a reason to keep talking to you."

His father coughed into his fist and hitched his thumb over his shoulder. "I'll meet you at the truck, m'hijo."

Javi nodded and he may have said something but for the life of him, he couldn't remember. His heart was thudding too loudly in his chest at your confession. You liked him. You wanted to keep him around.

"Well, uh, it was great meeting you," he said, thumb and forefinger swiping over his mustache. You smiled up at him, murmuring your agreement and thanking him again for saving you from Charlie.

Do it. Do it, you coward.

But he couldn't. His nerves got the best of him and he took a couple steps backwards.

"Maybe I'll see you around," he said, cringing at how stupid he sounded. You tried to hide the disappointed look on your face when you gave him a little wave, then turned back to the bench to collect your bag and hot chocolate.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

He shook his head at himself as he began to slowly walk in the direction of the parking lot. His hands balled up into fists at his sides, his anger and disgust with himself growing with each heavy step. He thought he knew everyone in town, thought everyone knew him. Or, at least, of him and his reputation. If it wasn't his work in Colombia, then the rest of the town would have remembered how he left Lorraine. He thought he had to hide away on the ranch to avoid the attention and scrutiny, and he was content enough to do that. But now? The thought of going back home to his quiet little life, knowing he would spend countless days wondering about you made him suddenly stop dead in his tracks and spin around.

He spotted you walking in the opposite direction, your off-white tote back draped over your shoulder, about to disappear into the crowd. Panic clawed at his throat and he broke out into a jog, calling your name as he made his way closer and ignoring the looks he got from strangers as he went.

When you heard him, you immediately swiveled around and broke out into a smile, looking just as relieved as he felt.

"Hey," he said, slightly short of breath when he slowed his pace to a stop in front of you.

"Hi," you replied, gazing up at him with those beautiful eyes he would dream about later instead of the nightmares that usually plagued him.

"I meant to - can I get your number? I'd like to take you out sometime, if you-"

"Yes!" you cried out excitedly, making both of you laugh. He handed you his phone, then wiped his sweaty palms over the backs of his jeans and watched while you entered your number. You handed the device back to him with a dazzling smile and he felt his nerves start to settle.

"I'll call you," he promised, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

"You better, Javier," you teased with a poke to his shoulder.

It might have been the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him or the sweet way you said his name, but before he had a chance to overthink it, he leaned down and pressed his lips lightly against yours. He felt you melt into him once the shock wore off, and his lips curved into a smile before pulling away.

"You taste like chocolate," he said softly, mouth still hovering over yours, and you giggled when you swiped the pad of your thumb over his lower lip.

"So do you."

He grinned and forced his feet to move, walking backwards a few steps so he could continue to smile at you like a fool until he finally had to turn around before he ran into someone, but not before shooting you a quick wink just to hear you laugh one more time.

As he walked through the farmers' market, already dreading all the questions Chucho would be firing his way the entire ride home, he looked around at the happy couples in a completely different light. His stomach no longer churned and his chest no longer ached when he saw them kiss or laugh, because with any luck, he might just find himself in their shoes soon enough.

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my kidnapper returning me after listening to me talk about Pedro Pascal for three hours:

Hello everyone.

I think we’re all aware of how much of a hold Rough Day by has on the Din/Pedro fandom. It’s had countless pieces of fanart, recommendations, fan videos, and so on. It’s everywhere. You can’t go on any social media platform without seeing it. It’s basically its own fandom at this point; some fans are so loyal to the fic that they claim that it’s the “best” of Din fics and compare other people’s writing to it.

And now, people are comparing my art to it.

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I'm... pretty fed up with the situation on tumblr right now, not gonna lie. Yes this is about fics, and yes I do have the right to complain about it.

Because yes, I write for myself. That's absolutely true.

But I write everything what's happening in my head down for you, and writing takes a LOT of work. I would not be staying up late at night, typing sentences away on my phone or on my laptop if it wasn't for readers.

I would not be trying to make pretty sentences and come up with metaphors and check over grammar again and again and again if not for you.

I would not be editing my fics so much I almost cannot stand to look at them anymore to the point I question the quality of my writing if not for you.

Don't tell me stuff like "yes but we are reading it! There is no reason we should be forced to leave feedback" because that's not what I'm asking of you. That's absolutely NOT what I'm asking of you. I don't want to force you to do anything and in the end I cannot at all because I'm just a simple blog in my corner of the internet but it all boils down to this:

Give your writers exposure.

We work harder than you readers would ever know to get those stories you love out and it's so freaking hard to get it on paper. It takes so much energy and yes it also takes energy to comment, I understand.

But I assure you, taking the time to write a 20 word long comment is WAY less energy than the writer did to get 9000 words out with cohesive plot and creative writing.

So please, reblog. Reblog the fics you read. We writers depend on you.

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

You can only reblog this today.

"What's for Din-ner??" inspired by food and Star Wars (FOOD WARS!) in children's book style! Don't take too seriously, this was just a fun and silly side project, hahaha-

When I get hungry, my brain starts making all the food puns, so apologies in advance if you feel the need to facepalm. xD Had so much fun with this! I put in a lot of my favorite foods, so the puns are quite biased, haha-- What alternative food puns can y'all think of?