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Too little too late (2/?)

Plot: Steve arrives in the future but he was off by a few years. After finding out where the reader lived, Steve sets on his way to win you back.

A/n I know these are short chapters but I promise it’ll get better. In the next chapter you’re going to find out how the reader and Marcus got together.

Part one

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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!!!

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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. 👉👈🥺💘

Rudeness and Racism in the Fandom.

Lately there has been a very disturbing trend in this fandom. Someone or several someones have been spending time going into inboxes with the sole purpose of leaving cruel comments or outright racists statements for creators. 

I don’t understand the level of mean heartedness that it requires to try and insult someone, either for their writing skill/drawing skills, comparing them to other writers/artists, or just being a racists piece of shit to try to drive people of color out of the fandom. 

The energy it take, to actually go into someone’s inbox and craft the message, make sure the anon option is selected and hit send astounds me. Use that energy for something out. Go outside and touch some grass, read a fucking self help book, because you need it. 

What purpose is there for this? To make them feel bad? To crush their souls and make them feel as if they need to stop writing/drawing? Or just leave the fandom all together? 

Comparing creators to one another? “How does it feel to know you aren’t as good as ____?” What??? Why would you do that? There is no reason to pit creators against one another. And where is your writing/art? Where is yours so we can judge it. Or are you one of these people who like to take from this fandom and contribute nothing but hatred and bullshit? 

To bring their ethnicity into it? You know they can’t help what race they were born right? It’s not like we get a choice in what color we are or who our parents are. And there is NOTHING wrong with being born to any culture or ethnicity you narrow-minded twat. 

You are the toxicity that is brining the fandom down if you do this. You are the part that needs to be cut out. You are the one that should be ashamed of who you are as a person because it’s disgusting. 

Let me be very clear: If you do this, UNFOLLOW ME. I DON’T WANT YOU READING MY WORK. I DON’T WANT YOU IN MY PORTION OF THE FANDOM. 

To my creators out there that are receiving this hate and bile:  I am so sorry and I wish that you weren’t receiving these things. Please, I urge you to delete them and even turn off Anon for awhile if you need to. 

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—CHAPTER THREE: happy

pairing: Javier Peña x f! reader

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a/n: okay wow, this was at 3k when I promised it two weeks ago and now it’s 5.7k. just a slight continuity warning: this whole series is kind of a ‘fuck you’ to the narcos timeline bc I can’t remember when they were in Medellin or when Connie left and came back all relative to everything happening with Carrillo so don’t hate me, I’m going to make it work out I think

also just a general thought – to everyone who responded so well to the last two parts, your enthusiasm is what made me get this part done and edited, tell your fav authors you love them whenever you get the chance ! it makes a difference :)))

The day had been sort of a daze. 

By the time the sun had set gently behind the horizon, muting the sunlit sky into hues of lavender, you were already a few drinks deep, laying back on the front steps of the complex. Time was passing, the seconds turning to minutes, turning to hours, playing out so beautifully in the sky overhead with clouds and colors floating, changing with every breath, and you weren’t moving. You just couldn’t find the energy. 

Not to take a picture, not to flip through the diligently kept journal in your lap, not to do a damn thing but drink. It wasn’t a solution but at this point, it didn’t seem like it could do any more damage. 

The lavender grew darker. The soft orange of the streetlamps ignited up and down the length of the barely busy street. Windows that had previously welcomed the temperate afternoon breeze shut to the aching chill that blew in with the gradual fall of the blanket of dusk over the city. Glasses and bottles clinked with a cheer of ‘salud’ in the small restaurant down the street, couple’s arguments behind closed doors leaking into the street, the roar of a motorcycle’s engine being cut short as the chastising slap of a mother knocked the poor boy in the adjacent alley out of his confident bluff. All the little things. 

It was always the little things. 

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