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Self Check-Out

Title: Self Check-Out

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader/you (no y/n) (f!reader)

Word Count: 1260

Rating: T

Warnings: Language.

A/N: For @brandyllyn for my Back To Action Prompt List the prompt was “Marcus Moreno: asking a stranger to hide you”

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You knew she was following you.

Dammit.

Shit.

Fuck.

All the curses.

Turn right at the next aisle and — shit shit shit they were stocking, the whole fucking thing was just covered and you couldn’t get the cart out and you couldn’t….

You backed up fast, so fast the little boy in your cart said Wee and nearly dropped your phone onto the floor.

Your eyes were darting around and you nearly bowled into some very nice guy minding his own business and debating on a breakfast cereal.

“Shit! Sorry!”

He smiled and oh well hello.

“No worries.”

Now this wasn’t fair.

You were trying to escape and this man was hypnotizing, utterly unfair. Completely not ok.

Your mouth opened and closed like a dying fish and you fumbled with, “I’m sorry, I’m….escaping.”

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"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?

Hey there! I hope your week goes a little better for you. I have a request! 🥺 Take your time of course! Could you write one for Mando where the reader asks to eat with him for the first time and the reader puts down some pillows on the floor and they sit back to back so he doesn’t break his creed? If you write it, thank you!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

Enjoy some softness!

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

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"Hey," you glanced over at the quiet, stoic Mandalorian. He seemed to snap back into attention as he tore his eyes from the blaster in his lap and looked back at you. You laughed lightly, a beautiful sound that he adored, before reaching over and squeezing his shoulder, "where'd you go, Mando?"

"I'm right here," he promised softly as you reached down and picked up the small green menace from the floor of the hull. You kissed his forehead as he cooed at you before you held him out to the Mandalorian. 

"Can you be trusted with babysitting duties for a little while? I need to go make dinner and can't focus on that and him," you booped his little nose, causing him to giggle before the Mandalorian gently pulled him into his arms, "he's particularly wild today."

"No rest for the wicked, little womp rat?" he asked softly as his adopted son gave him a look of pure innocence. He sighed in amusement before turning back to you, "do you want some help with anything?"

"I've got it handled easily if you two stay out of my way," you chuckled as you headed back to the small kitchen, "besides its my turn to make dinner. Keep out of trouble for an hour or so - both of you!"

"Positive?" you could practically hear the smile in his voice as you turned around and playfully raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't trust you in the kitchen," you reminded him, "last time you started a small fire and burnt half the meal. I love you - but I don't trust you...in the kitchen anyways."

And it was so effortless. So effortless to say those words as though you'd always lived in domestic bliss with him. So effortless to say those three words that you meant but wouldn't dare to confess. But in the moment it was so easy and you didn't even think twice.

But it was not lost on Din who froze in place as he registered what you said. His mouth was open as his heart skipped a few beats as you walked away without a care in the world. 

Had you meant it? Was it true? Did you love him?

He wouldn't dare think about it, sure he wasn't ever worthy of such a thing. You were the light and goodness that was left in the galaxy, along with his son, but he'd  ever fancy himself blessed enough to be worthy of your light.

And yet…those words had come out of your mouth. You'd never said them to anyone else, at least not to his knowledge and he'd seen you around many people. Probably just a slip of the tongue...he couldn't think too much about it.

But oh...how those three little words made him feel. So light, so warm, and soft. Like he could see clearly and breath easily, a little bit of weight off his shoulders. No one had spoken those words to him since he was a child and his parents had worked to keep him safe and traded their lives for his. 

How those three little words, so easy and delicate, had made him light up. Maker, he hoped he'd be lucky enough to hear them again.

Din felt a light tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, causing him to look down at the little one. His big, inky eyes were wide with wonder as he almost seemed to know what Din was thinking - maybe he could.

"I know," Din said softly, so only the little one could hear, "I'll tell her eventually. One day. Maybe."

The little one cooed excitedly as his father sighed lightly, "you really think I should, huh? Do you think-"

"Mando?" you poked your head back in and found your boys staring at each other, "how hungry are we? Starving or…?"

"Starving," he agreed, swallowing the nervous look in his throat, as the child nodded, "apparently both of us."

"Great," you beamed at them, "I'll let you both know when its done."

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"Are you just tired or did you eat too much too fast?" you laughed at the sight of your small adopted son, clutching onto his spoon tightly as his eyes kept closing with the lull of sleep.

Reaching over, you took the spoon and set it down before pulling him into your arms. He tried his best to wrap his arms around your neck failing to do so, but nonetheless snuggling into your chest as sleep easily overcame him.

"I'm going to go and put him down," you whispered quietly to the Mandalorian as you walked out of the small kitchen, "stay here, Shiny. I have a surprise for you."

"Okay," Din's voice practically caught in its throat at your playful nickname. It all came with such ease as you walked away and he felt his cheeks burning up.

Instinctively, Din got up and started to clean up, gathering all the dishes up and putting leftovers away. He liked this - the pure and simple domesticity of it all, and sometimes wished it would never end. Maybe one day, if he fancied himself brave enough and ever made a move, this could be his everyday - your every day.

"I told you to stay," you teased when you walked back in and found him at work. He turned and faced you, offering you a smile you couldn't seem but definitely felt, "and that didn't mean work!"

"I was just…" you quickly pulled the bowls out of his hands and then gently nudged him towards the hull. Huffing in amusement, he easily complied and did as you asked, "now go and sit and I'll be right there."

Your Mandalorian went out and stared in amusement at the floor. Two large cushions were in the center of the room and a few candles had been light, casting a soft glow around the space. He looked around, confused as if this was some sort of joke before you rejoined him, a full tray of food in your arms.

"I-I had an idea and if I'm totally off the mark or whatever, tell me," you stammered, almost nervous now as you set it down the floor and plopped onto one of the cushions, "we always eat together - well the little one and I do and I thought maybe this way you could eat with us too. At least me right now. We'll sit back to back and you can take your helmet off and I swear on all the stars in all the galaxies I won't try and sneak a peek. What do you think, Mando?"

And then he stilled completely. Your words washed over him like a wave, causing a flurry of emotions he hadn’t experienced in...possibly ever. It was such a simple act, but so kind, so thoughtful. And it seemed like it was the easiest thing again. Unable to probably form words, as they kept getting caught in his throat, he nodded slightly before sinking down and sitting on the soft cushion, his back against yours. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, soaking in the moment before Din finally moved again. Awkwardly clearing his throat, he reached his hand to the side, right next to where yours was resting. Inching yours closer, you hesitated for a moment before delicately placing your hand on top of his, noting the soft feel of his skin without the gloves before squeezing lightly. His thumb stroked the back of your hand before he almost whispered, “Din. My name is Din.”

“Din,” you repeated, instantly deciding you liked the name and that it suited him perfectly, “I love it. Do you have a last name Din? You already know mine, so I suppose it’s only fair! But I understand too, if you don’t want to tell me…”

“You’re right, sweet girl,” he chuckled lightly, trying not to completely lose his mind at how beautiful his name sounded coming off your lips. No one had spoken it since he was just a child; this was a big moment and the two of you both knew that, “Din. Din Djarin.”

“Din Djarin,” you repeated softly, letting it linger on your tongue and savoring the sweetness, “it’s nice to meet you Din Djarin.”

“Sweet girl,” he gave your hand a tight squeeze, curling his fingers around yours before linking them together, “I...thank you. It’s been...it’s been so long. I thought I might end up taking that to the grave without ever telling another soul.”

“You never have to hide anything from me,” you promised gently, “whatever you want to share with me - I’ll be here.”

“I know,” he whispered gently, a smile tugging on his features, “you...thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you insisted, meaning every word, “now go on and eat. I bet you’re starving.”

“Will you eat with me?” you nodded in response, knowing he could feel the gentle movement of your head against his. Swallowing the lump of emotion that had welled up in his throat, he let go of your hand and slowly reached up to remove his helmet. Pausing for a moment, he appreciated the gravitas of what he was doing, before slowly lifting the Beskar off of his head and setting it down next to the two of you with a dull clink. 

You grabbed a bowl of soup for yourself, followed by a spoon before nudging the tray over to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him reaching for it, and despite wanting to steal a glance, you kept your gaze trained straight ahead. You wouldn’t dare break his trust; especially not after he just shared such an intimate part of himself with you. If it was meant to happen, it would happen all in its own time. But for now, this was good, this was everything. 

Din held his bowl tightly, his body practically vibrating with warm, excited energy as he ate the soup you had made for your little clan of three. You rested against him, the warmth of his body spilling onto you as you laughed lightly.  

“Hmm?” he asked, unable to contain his own chuckle as he felt more relaxed and at peace than he had in a long time, “alright?”

“Yes,” you sighed contentedly, “everything's perfect. I like this - the quiet moments. The ones where we can let our guards down and not worry about anything. I hope...I hope we can have more of them.”

“Me too,” he agreed, putting down his own bowl as he rested his hand on yours again, “can I...do you promise not to look?”

“I would never dare to, without your permission.”

“Close your eyes sweet girl,” he whispered softly as you readily agreed and squeezed your eyes shut. He turned his head slightly, pulling away from you before leaning and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized what he had done, and it caused a shiver of delight to run up your whole body. He had kissed you!

“Din-”

“I hope that wasn’t out of turn...I-I’m sorry if it was,” he suddenly felt nervous as though he had done the completely wrong thing, but your gentle touch on his arm was enough to tell him it was okay. 

“No,” you insisted quickly, “I...I liked it. I’ve thought about that probably more than I should have. Do you trust me, Din?”

“Yes,” his voice was quiet as you made sure your eyes were tightly shut before turning around to face him, motioning for him to do the same. He was nervous for a moment, but he knew you better than to think you would betray his trust. He grinned from ear to ear as he looked at you, studying your face intently with his own eyes for the first time. Was it possible for you to be even more gorgeous? Because he was sure you were. 

Reaching up blindly, your hands easily found his face, and you let your fingers trace over his features, getting to know him, like it was the first time. In some ways, it really was. He keened into your delicate touch, and you just knew he was handsome; everything about him was. 

“Curls,” you ran a hand through his locks as you felt him nod, “let me guess - dark brown? Brown eyes?”

“Yes….how did you know?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged lightly, “I just know. May I..may I kiss you, Din Djarin?”

“Yes.”

And so you did. You kissed him like it was the first and last time, but you hoped it was the first of many. So did he. 

When you slowly pulled back, he pressed his forehead against yours and sneaked one last kiss. 

“Come on,” you grinned against his lips, “eat now - before you starve to death!”

And it happened just like that. So easy. So effortless. 

So perfect. 

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Too little too late (7/?)

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader, (ex)Steve Rogers x reader

Plot: Lilly is starting to spend more time with Steve and is starting to act out what happens when she receives news that will change everyone’s lives.

A/n I’m planning on making two drabbles to this part. The first one from Lilly’s pov and the second through Missy’s pov.

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It’ll Be Alright

Summary: Din sees the person he’s been longing for...

Song inspired: Sign of the Times by Harry Styles, I highly recommend listening to it while you read!

Pairing: Din Djarin x GNReader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: Death. Angst✨

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Din didn’t know where he was.

The cold cabin felt familiar, yet unknown at the same time. The place lingered with a chill that slipped up his spine, making the hairs on his neck stand. The wooden log walls that looked crafted from hand stood tall. Upon them lingered pictures that seemed so familiar, but he couldn't quite make out the faces of them. An old red couch, worn out from the loving use of it stood in the center, placed upon a detailed carpet. Children's toys scared the floor in front of it, one’s he’s seen before yet can’t quite remember where.

He knew this place.

“Well, look who's home” his eyes pulled from the view up to the most beautiful one.

In the arch of the doorway stood the most beloved thing that ever walked into his life. You looked as lively as ever, the same smile that brought him to his knees. Maker, weren’t you a gift to this universe. One he doesn’t understand how he’s had the ultimate pleasure of sharing the same space as someone so delicate and kind; you were truly ethereal. You are everything to him. The stars shined brighter with you around, the sun felt warmer with you at his side.

But...everything felt so cold now.

The corner of his mouth twitched, your smile contagious as always he couldn’t help but match it.

He hung his head, feeling all but worthy to be around you. “Mesh’la” he hushes out as quietly as ever, the words shy. His eyes flicker up, hearing you approach him. Even through the darkness of the visor, he saw everything so brightly. The world was nothing but bright because of you.

Stopping just before him, you gave him a knowing look. Eyes twinkling at the sight of the man that was the reason the world turned for you.

“Riduur…” your words are as soft as the heart that beats for you. “May I?” the question makes him let out a relieved sigh.

“Please” he pleaded, leaning into you.

Reaching up, laying the palm of your hands gently on the cheeks of the helmet you raise it. Your husband's face slowly comes into view, the man you’ve loved bare out in front of you. His brows furrowed, the pinch of his forehead making him look as handsome as ever. His eyes bounced around your face, struggling to comprehend how you’re standing in front of him

Placing a hand on the roughly creased cheek of the man before your, grounding him to the planet you're on now. He squeezes his eyes shut, savoring the touch of his spouse that he’s longed for so long. It's been long. Far too long.

A tear escaped his eye, the only way he could fully voice his emotions to you right now. Breathing out his fears and unanswered questions, “My Riduur, I-I don’t-” you shushed him gently, the tip of your thumb tracing the creases on his cheek.

“Don’t cry for me, my love. Everything is alright.” your voice wavers, yet the soft smile graces your lips.

He shakes his head almost painfully, “It’s not-” “It will be. Maybe not today, but one day.” you assure. He lets out the smallest of sobs, his chest shaking in despair

“Please come home. Come home with me. Come home to our son.” he begs, words pleading for you to take his hand and go back with him. He’s pleading the universe, the maker, whoever would listen to his dire words to let you come home.

“Din...I am home” you motion to the cabin. He shakes his head in confusion, “W-What?”

“This is my home. It’s our home, the home you built for us. But...for only when your time comes” you assure as gently as possible.

Din's eyes widen at your words when everything suddenly clicks for him. This was his home. The home he imagined and spoke of for so long, the one he promised. The home he always wanted to have with you. Yet never did.

He takes a step closer to you, going up to grasp your wrists “I want to be here with you-I want to stay, please let me stay Riduur” you couldn’t help the tears that crept up behind your eyes at the sound of your husband's sobbing pleas.

You shake your head, biting your lip in an attempt to muffling your own sobs. “...It’s not time for us yet. You have such a life ahead of you. A life so beautiful, that I can’t wait for you to have. Even if I’m not there at your side, I always am. I’m with you till the end and after.” Your words assuring and laced with the same amount of love you always had for him.

Din squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to stop the array of tears that lost the war, he didn’t know what else to do. He can’t bring you home. He can’t bring you back. All he can do is worship and savor the time he has in the golden moment.

“C-Can I just hold you Riduur. One last time? Please?” he pleads, his brown eyes begging for you to be in his arms.

“It won’t be our last, Din” He pulls you into his chest, the sudden loss of armor allowing you to feel your skin against his.

His hand pulls your head into his chest, grasping the back of your head gently. He breathes you in, relishing the moment he wished he could have had so long ago. The cabin stood in silence, soft sobs from the mourning couple flowing through it.

Din didn’t feel cold anymore, he feels the warmth he hasn’t felt in a long time. He pulls away briefly only to pull you back in but this time to place his lips on yours. It was simply breathtaking, he was in the air. Floating in the love that has always made him feel like he was soaring in the clouds. The lips that drank him in since day one were as soft as he remembered. Even with the tears that mixed in, it was just as tender. His hands gripping your back, attempting to memorize your touch till the day he does see you again. You pull away gently, letting your lips hover over his, his eyes still squeezed shut at the feeling he hasn’t felt since you left.

“We’ll meet again, Riduur” you breathe out.

Opening his eyes, the sight in front of him was no longer the one he longed for. He moves around in the stiff seat of the pilot's chair, before stilling. He lets out a groan, that slowly turns to a dried sob his chest empty of any sparing of emotions. The green child that’s settled on his chest cooed, looking upon his father with glossy eyes. He was crying too. His tiny green hand was placed on his face, attempting to give him the comfort that he needs. Yet, Din knows nothing will ever provide him comfort. Not when he knows your ghost lingers the walls of the crest.

He gives the child a tight smile.

“I miss them too, kid”

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Sunshine

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x gn!reader

Rating: PG-13 for character death

Warnings: character death, angst, pain (I know it’s all the same but you need to be super warned)

Word Count: 516

Author’s Notes: This just happened one day. I was sad and welp here it is. Enjoy and feedback is always welcomed. Gif credit to @pascalisthepunkest​ Also to my tag list I hope it is okay I tagged you all in this. If you want to opt out on future angst of this level let me know and if you want to be tagged in any future fics please let me know!

  Jack heard the familiar melody being hummed through the cracked door of his home office. He smiled slightly to himself at the sound the song you constantly picked to hum or sing when you did things around the house. If any other song failed you it was always there to fill your mind and the shared home. Jack slowly got up and quietly stepped to see you in the kitchen your hums now words as you worked on dinner. He was stealthy as he came up behind you and let his voice join yours as he wrapped his arms around you. The two of you swayed around the kitchen singing the song to one another before ending it with a kiss.

  All too many times this had happened. Jack bought you things with the lyrics engraved or printed across it. It has more or less became your song. The one the two of you seemed to now share. Your mother had sang it to you, you now shared it to him and one day he prayed he would get to sing it to your children. Life sometimes doesn’t work that way.

    The pain was all too much for Jack too bare but he had to hang on for you. He had to look into your eyes one last time and see your beautiful face. The thought of leaving you alone in the world made him fight all the more harder ever though he already knew.

Your phone had dropped to the floor, you had never rushed around so fast and drove so fast with absolutely no care. You ran as quick as you could, shaking and on the verge of sickness. This wasn’t happening. No. He couldn’t be ripped away from you not yet. Not when you had your whole lives ahead of you. You were just getting started.

Eyes full of sorrow watched you as you slowly walked into the room. There he was and you knew the second you saw him. The tears bubbled up and spilled down your cheeks. You let yourself let out a few sobs at his still form. His chest still rose and feel but just barley. The heart monitor at a slow beep. The rest of the room was excused to give the two of you your last moments together. You climbed onto the bed without hesitation and you pulled Jack into your arms. You were careful not to hurt him. His head feel to your chest and his eyes fluttered open. You held him and he reached up to grasp at you. You started to sing.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know dear how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

As you sang the last line the heart monitor went into a long beep and he slipped away from you. You sat there and sobbed as you held him. You kept try to sing to him like it would bring him back but it never would. Your sunshine had been taken away.

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