Frank Iero X Reader

Angelic Apologies

i finally wrote for Cas!!!! i love this man so much 🤣😭

Castiel Novak x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: When a routine day in the bunker takes an unexpected turn, the reader accidentally punches Castiel in the face. Filled with guilt, apologies pour forth, only to be silenced by a surprising and passionate kiss from the celestial being. As the reader hesitates and pulls away, Castiel delivers a romantic yet slightly creepy declaration, showcasing his unique understanding of human interactions.

Angelic Apologies

In the dimly lit library of the bunker, you sat engrossed in a dusty tome, the weight of ancient knowledge pressing against your temples. The room was filled with a hushed quiet, the only sound being the faint rustle of pages and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. Little did you know, an unexpected visitor was about to disrupt your solitude.

Out of nowhere, a fluttering of wings announced Castiel's arrival. The air displaced, and with a soft whoosh, he stood behind you, his trench coat brushing against the floor. Unbeknownst to you, his piercing blue eyes studied the words on the pages before him. In the eerie silence, you sensed a presence and, acting purely on instinct, you whirled around and threw a punch.

Cas barely had time to register the surprise on his face before your fist connected with his nose. His head snapped back, and a low groan escaped his lips. "What the hell?" you exclaimed, only to realize that the celestial being you had just cold-cocked was none other than Castiel.

Panicking, you reached out to him, stammering an apology. "Cas, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to punch you. I thought you were… someone else?"

Cas straightened, holding his nose gingerly. "It's fine, [Y/N]. I understand that you were taken aback."

Your remorseful babbling continued, the words tumbling out like a waterfall of apologies. Cas, growing increasingly impatient, raised a hand to silence you. "Enough, [Y/N]. It's fine, really."

But you couldn't stop. "No, Cas, seriously, I feel awful. I can't believe I—"

In an unexpected turn of events, Cas cut you off, closing the distance between you and capturing your lips with his own. The suddenness of it left you breathless, and you could feel the warmth of his kiss melting away your worries. The apology lodged on your tongue was forgotten as the kiss deepened, your hands instinctively finding their way to Cas's coat.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left gasping for air, your eyes meeting Cas's intense gaze. His voice, calm but laced with a hint of something unfamiliar, spoke words that sent shivers down your spine. "You don't need to apologize, [Y/N]. In fact, I find your instincts rather endearing."

You blinked, the romantic sentiment juxtaposed with Cas's typical lack of understanding of human nuances. "Cas, that's… kind of creepy."

A small, bemused smile tugged at the corners of Cas's lips. "Is it? I've been observing human behavior, and I thought it might be an appropriate response."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Cas, you're a strange one."

His eyes softened as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. "Perhaps, but I am learning. And I believe that in this moment, my actions speak louder than words."

You couldn't help but smile, realizing that even an angel could be surprisingly charming in his own peculiar way.

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AHHHHH i'm so happy i finally wrote fro Cas lmaooo i just love him so much

Unforeseen Love

i may be in my logan howlett era right now, but it's fine! just means some nice little fics for my fav X-Man!

Logan/James Howlett x Reader

They/them pronouns used!!

Summary: While on a mission with Logan, Y/N gets seriously hurt, leading to them being in the medical bay for several days as Hank helps them recover. Although Y/N and Logan had never gotten along, Y/N is surprised when Logan sticks by their side throughout their entire recovery. This ends in a heartfelt, sweet and loving kiss shared by the two!

Unforeseen Love

Logan Howlett, better known as Wolverine, grumbled under his breath as he and Y/N made their way through the dense forest. The tension between them was palpable, and it seemed like sparks could fly any moment. They had despised each other from day one, an inexplicable clash of personalities that neither could overcome.

Little did they know, a deeper connection existed beneath the surface. Y/N had a mutant ability akin to Charles Xavier's, but instead of delving into the thoughts of others, they could sense emotions. Logan, however, had mastered the art of keeping his feelings locked away, a shield that even Y/N couldn't penetrate.

The mission they were on required stealth and precision, a trait Logan excelled in. He led the way, his adamantium claws unsheathed, eyes scanning the surroundings with uncanny precision. Y/N followed, their senses alert but wary of the man they begrudgingly worked alongside.

As they moved deeper into the mission, the unexpected happened. A sudden ambush from an unforeseen enemy left Y/N injured and struggling. Logan's fierce protective instincts kicked in, and he fought with a newfound intensity to ensure Y/N's safety. In the midst of the chaos, a blade grazed Y/N's side, leaving them incapacitated.

The pain hit Y/N like a tidal wave, and Logan's gruff voice called out their name in concern. The world around them blurred as consciousness slipped away.

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When Y/N awoke, the sterile scent of the X-Men's medical facility filled their senses. The pain in their side was dulled, thanks to the advanced healing technology. Blinking against the harsh lights, they groggily turned their head to find Logan sitting nearby, his expression etched with worry.

"Finally awake, huh?" Logan's tone was gruff, but Y/N caught a glimmer of concern in his eyes.

"What happened?" Y/N asked, feigning ignorance to the emotions swirling around them.

Logan hesitated, his usual tough exterior momentarily softened. "You got yourself hurt. It was touch and go for a bit, but Hank patched you up."

Despite the pain, Y/N couldn't help but notice the sincerity in Logan's voice. Their ability to sense emotions hinted at something more, something beyond the animosity that had defined their relationship.

"You were worried about me," Y/N stated, almost as if testing the waters.

Logan grunted, looking away as if annoyed by the revelation. "Don't get used to it. I just didn't want to babysit a rookie."

Y/N smirked, realizing that perhaps there was more to Logan Howlett than met the eye. As they lay in the medical bay, recovering from their injuries, the unspoken connection between them began to unravel. Maybe, just maybe, beneath the layers of resentment, there was a flicker of something else—an understanding that transcended words.

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The days in the medical bay blurred together for Y/N. Their injuries were healing, but what surprised them even more was Logan's constant presence. He would leave only to return with food, grumbling about the lack of decent grub around the X-Mansion. As much as Logan tried to maintain his tough exterior, there was an unspoken tenderness in the way he cared for Y/N.

As Y/N lay on the medical bay bed on the third day, a subtle shift in the air caught their attention. It wasn't the usual mix of irritation and restraint that emanated from Logan. Instead, an overwhelming sense of love and concern filled the room. Y/N furrowed their brow, confused by this unexpected surge of emotion.

Logan entered the room, carrying a tray of food. His eyes met Y/N's, and for a moment, the gruff exterior wavered. It was as if a floodgate had opened, allowing Y/N to sense the depth of Logan's emotions.

"What's with the sudden outpouring of affection, Howlett?" Y/N teased, trying to hide the vulnerability that was bubbling up within them.

Logan scowled, seemingly caught off guard by the question. "I ain't showin' affection. Just making sure you don't die on us."

Y/N chuckled, but there was a knowing glint in their eyes. "You can't fool me, Logan. I can feel it, you know. The concern, the… love."

Logan's expression tightened, and he looked away. The barrier he had meticulously built around his emotions had crumbled, and there was no denying the truth anymore.

"I don't do this mushy crap," Logan grumbled, but his voice lacked the usual conviction.

Y/N sat up, a determination in their eyes. "Logan, you can't hide from me anymore. I can feel what you're feeling, and it's okay. More than okay."

Logan sighed, a rare vulnerability surfacing in his gaze. "Damn it, kid. You're messin' with my head."

Y/N reached out, gently cupping Logan's face. "Maybe it's time we stop fighting each other and admit what's been staring us in the face all along."

Logan's defenses crumbled further as Y/N closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions that had been hidden for too long. In that moment, the unspoken bond between them deepened, transcending the animosity that had defined their relationship.

As they pulled away, Logan's gruff exterior softened, and Y/N couldn't help but smile. Sometimes, it took a brush with vulnerability to uncover the hidden truths. Love had a way of breaking through even the toughest of walls, and for Logan and Y/N, it was the beginning of a new chapter—one filled with understanding, acceptance, and a love that had finally been acknowledged.

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i'm pretty sure i'm in love with him.... but that's okay! also, i love how Logan is also an Albertan 😎💪

Healing Hearts Under Fire

i know i js posted two John Reese stories but... heres another one...

John Reese x Reader

they/them pronouns used

summary: During a dangerous mission, John Reese gets shot in the arm, and Y/N's concern for his safety turns into frustration. Y/N passionately lectures John about the risks he takes and the importance of their team's well-being. To reassure Y/N, John gently holds their face in his hands, which leads to a charged moment of vulnerability between them.

Healing Hearts Under Fire

The night was shrouded in darkness as John Reese and Y/N ventured into the heart of danger, their mission to dismantle a criminal operation. The tension in the air was palpable, a reminder of the risks they faced. As they navigated their way through a dimly lit warehouse, the sound of gunfire echoed through the corridors, the danger escalating with each passing moment.

Adrenaline coursed through their veins as they exchanged gunfire with the assailants, each move calculated and precise. In the midst of the chaos, a shot rang out, and John's arm was suddenly seared with pain. He gritted his teeth, the pain fueling his determination to protect Y/N and see the mission through.

After a fierce battle, they managed to fend off the remaining threats. But as the adrenaline began to ebb away, the reality of the situation sunk in. John leaned against a wall, his breathing heavy, and Y/N quickly moved to his side, concern etched on their face.

"John, are you okay?" Y/N asked urgently, their worry evident in their voice.

John's jaw clenched, his arm still throbbing from the gunshot wound. "I'll be fine," he replied, his tone gruff as he tried to downplay the pain.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, their concern giving way to frustration. "No, you won't be fine if you ignore this."

John's brow furrowed, surprised by the sudden edge in Y/N's voice. "I've had worse."

Y/N's frustration boiled over, their eyes flashing with anger. "That doesn't mean you should brush it off. You could have been seriously hurt!"

John's jaw tightened, but before he could respond, Y/N was in full lecture mode, their words a torrent of emotion and concern. "You're not invincible, John. You can't keep taking risks like this without consequences. We're a team, and we need you. I need you to be careful!"

John listened, his surprise giving way to a mixture of admiration and realization. Y/N's fiery determination to keep him safe was a testament to their care for him. But words were not enough to quell their concern. He needed to find a way to reassure them.

Without warning, he reached out and cupped Y/N's face in his hands, their eyes locking onto each other. Their words faded into silence as the intensity of the moment settled between them. Y/N's breath caught, their anger and frustration momentarily forgotten, replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

John's gaze softened, his voice gentle as he spoke. "I know you're worried, Y/N. And you're right, I should be more careful. But I also know that we make each other stronger."

Y/N's heart raced, their gaze locked onto John's, their frustration now mixed with a swirl of emotions they couldn't quite define.

John's thumb brushed over Y/N's cheek, his fingers warm against their skin. "We're a team, and I value your concern. But sometimes, we need to trust each other."

Y/N's voice wavered, their frustration melting away as they looked into John's eyes. "I do trust you."

In that moment, the air between them shifted, their unspoken connection reaching a new level of intimacy. John's gaze dropped to Y/N's lips, his own breath quickening. And then, with a blend of certainty and longing, he leaned in, capturing their lips in a kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as their lips met, a tender and passionate exchange that carried the weight of unspoken feelings. Y/N's initial surprise melted into a reciprocated desire, and they closed their eyes, allowing themselves to be swept away by the intensity of the moment.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths were mingled, their foreheads resting against each other's. John's voice was a mere whisper. "I promise to be more careful, Y/N."

Y/N's heart fluttered, and they opened their eyes, their gaze locking onto John's with newfound clarity and emotion. "And I promise to keep reminding you."

With a shared smile, they knew that their bond had grown stronger in the face of danger, their feelings now laid bare between them. The gunshot wound was a reminder of their vulnerability, but the kiss was a promise of their resilience—together.

The Bed Argument - Part II

Part I Part III

i recommend reading part 1 first but this can be read as a stand alone!

Stephen Strange x Reader

they/them pronouns used

Summary: Stephen and the reader wake up in a compromising position with Stephen's arm draped over Y/N. After Stephen apologizes profusely, Y/N becomes fed up with his constant apologies and decides to take matters into their own hands. They share an unexpected and sweet kiss that marks a shift in their relationship.

The Bed Argument - Part II

The soft Irish morning light filtered into the room, casting a warm glow on the two occupants of the bed. Y/N stirred from their slumber, slowly becoming aware of an unexpected weight on their waist. Their eyes fluttered open, and they realized that Stephen's arm was draped over them. It was a rather intimate position, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of flustered confusion.

Just as they were contemplating how to extricate themselves from the situation without waking Stephen, he started to stir. His eyes opened, and upon realizing the compromising position, he hastily pulled his arm back.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Stephen began to apologize profusely. "I didn't mean to—"

Frustration welled up in Y/N, not from the awkward situation, but from Stephen's incessant apologies. They turned to face him, their gaze softening. "Stephen, it's okay. You don't have to apologize for everything."

Stephen blinked in surprise at Y/N's response, still flustered but relieved that they weren't angry.

Feeling an inexplicable rush of emotions, Y/N leaned in closer, their lips brushing against Stephen's in a gentle, sweet kiss. It was a moment of pure impulse, their feelings suddenly taking over. The world seemed to fade away as they kissed, and for the first time, their interactions were marked by something other than argument and frustration.

When they finally pulled away, Stephen was left slightly breathless. His usual composed demeanor had been thoroughly shattered. "I… I didn't expect that."

Y/N smiled, a hint of playfulness in their eyes. "Neither did I, but maybe it's time we stopped fighting and gave this a chance."

The tension that had been a constant between them seemed to melt away as they lay there, side by side. The mission had brought them to this unexpected point, but perhaps it was also the beginning of something new, a connection they hadn't anticipated.

As they cuddled closer to each other, wrapped in the warmth of the shared bed, the atmosphere in the room transformed from one of conflict to one of quiet intimacy. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, where words were no longer necessary to bridge the gap between them.

They began to talk softly, opening up to each other in a way they hadn't before. Stephen spoke about the pressures of his responsibilities as the Sorcerer Supreme, and Y/N shared stories from their past that had shaped their strong-willed nature. Their defenses were down, and they discovered a surprising common ground in their shared sense of duty and the need to protect the world from supernatural threats.

Hours passed in the comfortable embrace, and before they knew it, their conversation had transitioned into the early hours of the morning. It was a deep and honest exchange, one that forged a connection stronger than the tension that had characterized their interactions before.

As dawn broke and the first rays of the sun painted the room in a soft, golden light, Stephen and Y/N exchanged one more tender kiss. It was a promise of new beginnings, and the recognition that the friction between them had merely been a prelude to a deeper, more profound connection.

They may have been an unlikely pair, but the night had shown them that sometimes, in the most unexpected of circumstances, something beautiful can emerge from the chaos.

i love this song so much

John Reese Having A Crush On You Would Include...

John's normally stoic demeanor softening whenever he's around you.

He would pay extra attention to your safety and well-being, often discreetly watching over you from a distance.

Unexpected acts of kindness, like bringing you coffee or your favorite snack without you even asking.

John becoming more protective, both in terms of physical safety and emotional support.

Subtle but frequent eye contact that lingers just a little longer than necessary.

Finding excuses to spend time with you, whether it's helping you with a task or just striking up conversations.

He would go on a mission just so he could be around you.

John being a great listener, always eager to hear what you have to say and remembering even the smallest details of your conversations.

His body language betraying his feelings, with nervous gestures like running a hand through his hair or fidgeting when he's near you.

John making an effort to learn more about your interests and hobbies, even if they're not his own.

A touch of jealousy when he sees you with other people, though he'd try to hide it.

Subtle compliments and praises, often given in a low, genuine tone.

A willingness to open up and share more about his own life and past with you.

John's undying loyalty and dedication to keeping you safe, no matter what.

Man's would kill for you, literally.

Someone touches you? Dead. Someone looks at you? Dead. Hotel? Trivago.

But in all seriousness, John would start a bar fight just because another man touched you.

The lingering looks this man would give you when you're not looking.

He's literally to die for ;-;

A Hearts Misunderstanding

Loki x Reader

They/Them pronouns

Takes place right before Thor: Ragnarok

Summary:The reader, accompanied by their best friend Thor, visits the grand realm of Asgard. Little do they know, Loki, the enigmatic prince of Asgard, has always had a not-so-secret crush on the reader, who had been rather rude to him in the past. As Thor shows the reader around and makes them laugh, Loki's jealousy reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated argument. In a burst of anger, Loki confesses his feelings, leaving the reader surprised and speechless.

After a moment of silence, the reader kisses Loki and admits their love for him, sealing the beginning of a budding romance. Thor, always the good-natured mediator, playfully remarks on the young love, taking credit for bringing them together.

A Hearts Misunderstanding

You stood in awe as Thor guided you through the grandeur of Asgard, its magnificent palace towering above you, every corner adorned with exquisite craftsmanship. Thor had been a perfect host, sharing stories of Asgard's history, its people, and showing you the hidden gems of the realm.

You couldn't help but laugh as Thor recounted one of his childhood misadventures, and as you did, you noticed a certain someone lurking nearby. Loki, the ever-elusive prince of Asgard, had always had a mysterious air about him, and you had never really been close. In fact, you'd been rather rude to him on several occasions, unknowingly hurting his feelings.

As Thor's laughter echoed through the halls, Loki couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within him. He had harbored a not-so-secret secret crush on you for quite some time, but he assumed you held nothing but disdain for him. Your closeness with his brother only fueled the fire of his insecurity.

Loki's patience wore thin, and his emotions got the best of him. He interrupted your merriment with Thor, snapping, "Must we continue with this incessant laughter and endless tales, Thor? There's more to Asgard than your futile anecdotes."

Your laughter ceased, and you turned to Loki, your eyes flashing with annoyance. "Loki, if you're so uninterested, then why don't you just leave?" you retorted sharply.

Thor, sensing the growing tension, stepped in to mediate. "Come on, you two, no need for this."

But Loki, consumed by his jealousy, couldn't be dissuaded. "Maybe I will," he spat, storming off with a heavy heart.

Your anger flared. "What's his problem, Thor?" you questioned, hurt and anger bubbling inside you.

Thor sighed, a mix of frustration and sympathy in his eyes. "He's got his demons, Y/N. I'll go talk to him."

You nodded and watched Thor go, trying to make sense of the sudden conflict. Moments later, Loki and Thor returned, but the tension still hung in the air like a thick cloud.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Loki suddenly burst out, "You think you're so clever, Y/N, playing these games with Thor, laughing at his jokes, and pretending you don't see me, but I see you! I've always seen you."

You were taken aback by his outburst, your eyes widening in surprise. Loki's expression had shifted from anger to a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability.

"Say something, anything," he implored, his voice trembling.

You were at a loss for words. The revelation left you unusually quiet. Uncertain of how to respond, you tentatively reached out, your hands resting on his cheeks, and you kissed him softly.

"I love you, Loki," you whispered, your forehead pressing against his. The weight of your unspoken feelings finally lifted.

Loki's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and elation dancing in them. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he murmured, "I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

Just when you thought the moment couldn't get any more perfect, Thor, with his ever-endearing sense of timing, appeared beside you. "Ah, young love," he quipped, a mischievous grin on his face. "I knew this tour was a good idea."

You and Loki couldn't help but chuckle, your hands still entwined as you shared a knowing glance. Despite the rocky start, Asgard had become the backdrop for the beginning of something beautiful between you and Loki, and Thor was more than happy to take the credit for his part in bringing you two together.

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i hope you guys had as much fun reading this as i did writing this!

Shy Hearts Entwined

John Reese x Reader... again

they/them pronouns used

summary: In the bustling city, John Reese and Y/N are on an undercover mission, posing as a couple at a high-profile event to gather information on a criminal operation. Y/N's shyness around John is noticeable, despite their usual confidence. As the night progresses, their connection grows, and amidst the glamorous facade, their hearts race when their fingers brush or their eyes meet. On a balcony overlooking the city lights, John reassures Y/N that they don't need to be nervous around him. Their vulnerability deepens their bond, and they admit their feelings. The story culminates in the quiet of the library, where they hold hands, and John confesses his feelings, marking the start of a new chapter filled with romance and love.

Shy Hearts Entwined

In the bustling heart of the city, where danger and secrets lurked around every corner, John Reese and Y/N found themselves in yet another mission. The evening was awash with city lights as they posed as a couple attending a high-profile event, their goal to gather information on a suspected criminal operation.

Y/N had always been an enigma to John—a capable analyst and an invaluable member of the team, yet their demeanor around him was a stark contrast to their usual confidence. As the night progressed, John couldn't help but notice Y/N's unease whenever their eyes met or their hands brushed accidentally.

The ballroom was adorned with elegant decorations, a stark contrast to the underbelly of crime they were investigating. Y/N's pulse quickened as they navigated the crowd with John by their side, his presence both calming and exhilarating.

"Remember, we're a couple attending this event," John whispered, his voice low and reassuring as they mingled.

Y/N nodded, their heart racing not just from the mission but from the proximity of John's presence. "Got it."

As the night wore on, they exchanged whispered conversations, gathered intel, and maintained their charade flawlessly. But amidst the glamorous facade, Y/N's shyness continued to dance around them, evident in the way their gaze flitted away whenever John looked their way.

At a quiet moment, away from prying eyes, John's hand brushed against Y/N's arm, sending a tingle of warmth through them. "You're doing great," he murmured, his voice tinged with sincerity.

Y/N's lips curved into a shy smile. "Thanks, John. Your reassurance means a lot."

As the mission progressed, they found themselves stepping closer to each other, their roles as a couple intertwining with the genuine connection growing between them. The intensity of the mission was mirrored in the way their hearts raced whenever their fingers brushed or their eyes locked in unspoken understanding.

Later in the evening, as they stood on a balcony overlooking the city lights, John turned to Y/N with a smile that held a hint of vulnerability. "You know, you don't have to be so nervous around me."

Y/N's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink, and they averted their gaze for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "I can't help it. You're… you."

John chuckled softly, his fingers grazing Y/N's hand as he took a step closer. "And who am I?"

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest, and their voice was barely above a whisper. "You're the strong, silent type. The one who faces danger without flinching. It's intimidating."

John's expression softened, his thumb caressing the back of Y/N's hand in a soothing gesture. "I'm just a person, Y/N. And you're not alone in feeling this way."

The vulnerability in his gaze matched the vulnerability in Y/N's heart. In that moment, the connection between them deepened, their unspoken feelings simmering beneath the surface.

"Maybe it's not just about being nervous," Y/N admitted, their voice gaining strength. "It's about wanting to make a good impression, to matter to you."

John's gaze held a warmth that sent Y/N's heart fluttering. "You matter, Y/N. You always have."

As the night came to a close and the mission concluded, they found themselves in the quiet of the library, the mission's intensity fading away. John's hand found Y/N's, their fingers intertwining with a newfound tenderness.

"Tonight was quite the adventure," John said softly, his gaze fixed on Y/N.

Y/N smiled, their shyness giving way to a sense of intimacy they hadn't felt before. "And it was made better by having you by my side."

John's smile was as genuine as it was rare, his gaze unwavering. "Y/N, there's something I've wanted to say."

Y/N's heart raced as they met his gaze, anticipation and hope mingling in their eyes. "What is it?"

John's thumb brushed over Y/N's knuckles, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that took their breath away. "I've come to care for you, more than I ever thought I would."

In that moment, as their hands remained entwined, their hearts found the courage to embrace the undeniable connection that had been growing between them. The city outside was quiet, but within the library walls, a new chapter of their story was just beginning—one filled with romance, vulnerability, and a love that blossomed in the most unexpected of places.

thanks to everyone who have reblogged and liked my Christmas stories! it means to much to me that people read, let alone like my stuff! much love to everyone and happy new year!

i saw your post about request! i was wondering if you could could some hurt/comfort with din djarin? (unless you don’t write for him i wasn’t sure on your pinned post)

maybe he’s just cold towards her and she finally has enough and says to drop her off on their next destination. and he freaks out a little bit. or whatever you like!

omg! yessssss!! i love Din Djarin with all my heart lol

i would absolutely love to write for Din! i do write for him, i just haven't posted any of my drafts on him. that's such a Din thing to do though!

thank you so much for the request lovely <3