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lamentationsofalonelypotato · 1 month ago

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What Did I Do?

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader, Reader POV and Din POV

Summary: When your brother drops in for a surprise visit, it has an odd effect on Din that you can't understand. Takes place after Season 3 when Din and Grogu have been living in their cabin on Nevarro. This is the fifth fic in my Sugar, Spice, and Starlight Series!

Tropes: Bakery AU, Grumpy vs. Sunshine, Mutual Pining, Jealous!Din, Miscommunication.

Word Count: 7.3K

Warnings: Angst, Miscommunication, Heartbreak, Sadness, Awkward Situation, Big Brother Antics, Protective Big Brother? Din getting super jealous and handling it poorly? The reader is really soft and likes to bake? Din being a little bit self-deprecating to himself? Din might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n! I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite! I'm just starting to write for Din, so please be gentle.

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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A/N: Okay, warning now this one is a little bit sad and angsty, but angst is my middle name so I can't be held responsible for this 😅

Reader POV

“Stop eating all my merchandise! Do they not feed you on your planet or something?” You shout hitting your older brother, Ezekiel, on the back of his head with a wooden spoon. It was much more satisfying now because he wasn't wearing his usual helmet to protect himself and the loud smack of the spoon against his skull filled you with an unashamed amount of joy.

Your brother's visit to Nevarro had caught you by surprise. He rarely called before he dropped in unannounced, but by now you were used to it. That being said, he had still scared you when you woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of your front door being opened and a dark shape slipping through the opening to loom in your living room.

Given what you’d been through with the Transdoshan a month ago, you figured that your reaction was justified.

If your screams had woken up your neighbors upstairs they hadn’t cared and all your brother did was laugh at you when you’d come at him in the darkness armed only with the large cookbook that you’d fallen asleep reading.

But you'd missed him.

You hadn't seen him in three months, not since you left to find the perfect place to open your shop, aka the cheapest real estate that you could invest your entire life's savings into. It had seemed like fate when you'd found the listing on your holopad one night while you were mindlessly scrolling for something in your price range, and you'd bought the place sight unseen despite your brother’s numerous insistences for you to “sleep on it” not make a random impulse purchase in the dead of night.

You hadn’t listened to him, and you didn’t regret your decision for a single second.

You loved living on Nevarro. Loved the small sprawl of buildings that warmed in the sunlight and turned to shades of silver in the moonlight, loved the fountain where growing families frolicked in the crystal blue water, and loved the customers who walked into your shop and feasted on the multicolored pastries stacked in the pristine glass cases at the front of your shop.

Some more than others.

Your cheeks warm with the thought of Din and Grogu. They hadn’t been in yet, not since your brother had arrived last night, and you wanted Din to meet him, after all, Ezekiel was the only family you had left.

You could feel the anxiety over their meeting sparking along your nerve endings. Something about it felt important, like your two worlds were colliding in the best way. It felt special.

Get a grip, it's not like the two of us are dating and I'm bringing him home to meet my parents. It's just Ez, but…

The thought of your brother and Din getting along seemed like a big step in that direction.

Things had definitely changed since Din saved you from the Transdoshan one month ago. It felt different between the two of you and you loved every second of it.

Din would stop by every morning to say "hello" before he took Grogu to school and a bag of goodies with him when he left to go about his day and each night Din would stop by after you closed up to walk you home. You'd told him a few times that he didn't need to, that you didn't want him to waste his time, but he'd said that "it wasn't a waste if it meant you were home safe."

You weren't sure why he was so worried about you getting home safe, but if it meant spending more time with Din you weren't going to say no.

He would walk stoically next to you, his Beskar glinting in the starlight that shone down and dramatized the formidable figure of the man you were quickly falling head over heels for, with Grogu snoring quietly in your arms, while you talked about your day and Din listened in the still silence of the night.

Sometimes you worried that you were just babbling on like Grogu, but Din listened. And just when you thought you were saying too much, Din would ask you another question to keep you talking.

It wasn't things that you’d thought he'd be interested in anyway- he'd ask you about how you picked flavors for your treats, how much time you spent on each one- and then there were the other questions, the ones about your kitchen that you didn't understand why Din would ask you or why he was interested in. Things like: how big one of the ovens was, how much space you needed on the counter to knead bread, and how many burners you needed when you used a stove top.

You figured that he was asking because he was trying to see how much room he'd need in his kitchen at his house as he was still working on it. Sometimes you thought about asking him if he needed help, but you didn’t know anything about construction. Of course the thought of watching Din working on his kitchen made your throat tight. Watching him sand down cabinets with his large hands until they were butter smooth, seeing him reach overhead to install light fixtures-

Your cheeks heat with your blush.

But you liked spending those walks with Din, holding Grogu in your arms as he drifted off to sleep. Each time Din tried to put Grogu back into his bag to give your arms a rest, Grogu would wriggle defiantly while you shooed away Din’s hands until he finally sighed and gave up.

By the time you reached your door Grogu would be fast asleep, his lips still sticky with the cake that Din told you not to give him, but you did anyway and always earned a heavy sigh of your name through the modulator of the helmet.

Something about the way Din said it, made you smile and your cheeks warm. You liked it, and each time you would wish to hear what it would sound like without his helmet on.

But it wasn't just the walks home that were new, you noticed that you'd see Din more in the city during the day. Whenever you went to the market Din would show up and take the bags for you so you didn’t have to carry them back to the shop, whenever you were reading by the fountain you'd catch a glimpse of his armor disappearing into the crowd of people on the outskirts, and whenever you were cleaning the front counter you’d see Din walk by talking to Karga or to Cara.

Each time you saw him with Cara you felt your chest tighten. She was everything you weren't. Confident, self-assured, tough, not to mention she wasn't soft like you were. She was almost cut from stone, arms shaped with hardened muscle the size of your face, and she had a look on her face that always said "don't mess with me." It made you wonder if that was what Din wanted, if he wanted someone who was more like Cara. Cara could take care of herself and here Din was walking you home to "make sure you were safe."

Not to mention he’d saved you from the Transdoshan who you knew you’d have been helpless to fight him off.

You didn’t want Din to think of you like a bother or like a little girl who couldn’t function without some knight in shining armor to save her. The thought that he’d like Cara more because of her self sufficiency made your smile slip into a frown, but you shook it off.

You were going to focus on the fact that Din was spending time with you, because you were sure that you were imagining it, but when you first opened your shop and in the time before you had officially opened your shop you hadn't seen Din once in town.

But now you couldn't help but bump into him.

However, that wasn't the only thing that changed between the two of you, Din had started bringing you little things from other planets whenever he left to go on a bounty. First it had been a rock its sharp edges worn smooth from an ocean on another world and a shell the size of your hand that allowed you to hear the rapid beat of waves against an invisible shoreline when you held it up to your ear. Another time Din had brought you a little figurine to keep on the shelf behind the counter carved out of strong whiskey colored wood.

The newest thing that Din had brought you was the apron you were wearing around your waist over your purple dress. It was beautiful, a dark blue and hand embroidered with flowers along the edges in different colors each one intricately woven into the soft fabric. It was almost too pretty to use, but you liked having it on when Din came by.

When he'd given it to you, you'd been speechless while Din had stuttered out a "Do you like it cyare?"

And you'd shaken your head enthusiastically. You hadn't known what to say, it was the most beautiful thing you owned and it was special because it meant that Din was thinking of you when he was gone, that he had taken the time to find something he knew you would use everyday.

But also because you’d thought the sound of his stutter through the helmet was unspeakably cute, and you were sure that his cheeks were red with his blush when you hugged him and said you loved it.

The hugging was also a new development. It started the night that Din had walked you home after the Transdoshan and since then it had only become more frequent. That night you had felt Din stiffen in surprise before he hugged you back and you were afraid when he’d stuttered out his goodbye and then left.

But the next night, when he walked you home, he had stepped forward as if anticipating the hug, waiting for you to initiate it. It make you beam at him and hug him so tight you weren’t sure if you were hurting him, but you were just so happy that he’d wanted you to hug him you couldn’t stop yourself. And now it was a nightly occurrence.

Not to mention whenever Din told you he was going to be gone for a few days, you always gave him a hug before sending him on his way with a bag full of treats while you bounced Grogu in your arms happily. Din had begun to leave Grogu with you when he went away and you were more than happy to have the little guy around.

“Yeesh, calm down!” Ezekiel rubs the back of his head with one hand and shoves another square of the Uj cake into his mouth with his other one. “Can you blame me? This stuff is so good! I’m so glad you decided to move to the middle of nowhere and throw away your life to open a bakery!” He jokes with a wide smile.

“That’s it! Get out Ez!“ You say taking another swing at him with the wooden spoon.

He dodges the attack. “Sorry baby sis, you're stuck with me for another three days." Ezekiel sing-songs through a mouth full of the sticky brown pastry.

You exaggerate a sigh and roll your eyes. Secretly you loved having him here, but you weren't going to admit it.

Your older brother might be annoying, and yeah he might be eating the one thing that you make especially for Din when he comes in to the shop, and yes your brother might be keeping you up every night with his snoring because your apartment was only one room and you couldn’t block the heavy rumble of his snores with your pillow and-

Where was I going with this? Oh right.

But he was the only family that you had left and you loved your brother.

Even when he'd left you with your grandmother, he didn't really leave. He called you on your holo-pad every week, sent money when he could, and when your grandmother died he had come to bring you back with him to his home, before trying his best to convince you to move in with his clan, but you had told him no.

You didn’t regret that. You felt like you were building something on Nevarro for yourself, doing something for you for the first time in your life.

And you couldn't wait to see where this path led.

"Shut up and make yourself useful!" You roll your eyes again, grabbing a tray of Jorgan fruit buns and thrusting them into your brother's open hands.

"If I had known you were going to put me to work I wouldn’t have come." He grumbles under his breath.

"Too bad. Jax wanted a few days off and I'm shorthanded." You say grabbing a tray of spiced egg-milk tarts, before leading the way out into the crowded shop.

The early morning rush had begun to subside, but there were still a good amount of people sitting at the smooth wooden tables at the front of your bakery chattering excitedly over buns, pies, and thick slices of cake with sweet cream icing.

This is why I came here.

The scene in front of you filled you with happiness, the smell of the sweet rolls and fresh bread bringing you back to the moments you spent tucked in your grandmother's kitchen watching her knead bread, pipe sticky icing, and roll out dough with a practiced precision that only you could replicate. Each day you felt her with you, and each day you knew that you made the right decision to come to Nevarro.

Ez follows you out into the crowded shop with a chuckle, carrying the tray and holding it for you while you stock one of the two large glass cases.

The buzz of the coffee maker behind the counter reminds you that you need to make your rounds with the pot to refill cups, but you hold off.

You were slightly surprised by the crowds. You thought that the presence of another Mandalorian would cause a stir, given everything that people still said about Din, but apparently they didn't feel the need to shame your brother to the outskirts of town as they had him.

That or maybe you'd shamed enough people into being nicer.

Doubtful.

You'd gone with Din to pick Grogu up a few times after school when it was slow and you needed the fresh air after being cooped up in the bakery all day, and each time Ms. Cross would whisper under her breath with the other parents who all threw looks in your direction. You ignored them and bounced Grogu on your hip, listening to him babble, telling you about his day in his own little way while Din watched you, and unbeknownst to you, smiled beneath his Beskar as Grogu did.

However, despite the rumors that were obviously circulating about Din and you, your business hadn't suffered. You had the only bakery on Nevarro, and, not that you were bragging, you knew for a fact everything you made was delicious and addictive. Even Ms. Cross would still come in a few mornings during the week for a cup of coffee and a Jorgan-berry cream tart before she went off to the school. She never said anything to you, and you were more than happy to have Jax deal with her before she left, casting an uncomfortable look in your direction as she did.

But even if you only had one customer, there was only one person that you were eager to see.

You hadn't mentioned Din to your brother. You knew that the moment you did that it would lead to endless teasing about Din and how you felt about him, but you wanted to ask your brother if he knew of any clans of Mandalorians that didn't remove their helmets.

When Din had told you "this is the way," it did little to pique your curiosity… but what he'd said about being married to him had.

The thought of being married to Din brought a heat to your cheeks and an enjoyable shiver down your spine- the thought that you would be the only person aside from Grogu that he shared his face with made you bite your cheek to stop the smile from splitting your face.

You didn't know why Din had been so adamant about telling you that particular part of his culture, but since he'd shared that little tid-bit it took all your willpower not to think about it during the day.

He wasn't telling you that he wanted to marry you. He was just sharing something about himself.

You chided yourself.

Aside from Din "demonstrating" how he kissed, Din had not said anything or done anything else that would persuade you that he wanted to be more than just friends. He was still calling you his friend and you figured that he was only getting you the presents because he was trying to repay you in his own way for your kindness to him when you baked treats for him.

But there was a little part of you that hoped. Hoped that Din was starting to see you as more than a friend, hoped that maybe that kiss the two of you shared had meant more, and hoped that all of it was Din trying to express how he felt about you the only way he knew how.

"So how have you been? Really?" Ez asks you, breaking up your train of thought while holding the tray steady. He's studying you, his gaze concerned, but also inquisitive.

It was like your brother to be a little bit overprotective. When he'd found out you were living alone here, he'd installed another lock on your front door.

Of course that may have also been to fix the one he broke when he broke in last night.

"I'm doing great! I really like it here, and business is even better than I thought it would be. I mean I know that I'm good at baking things but this-" You gesture with your free hand around the crowded shop. "It's better than I thought."

"Gran would be proud of you." His eyes crinkle around the edges with his smile.

"Really?" You sniffle looking up at your brother.

"Of course she'd be." He puts the tray down on the counter, before he runs a hand through his thick hair. It was different than yours, so long that he usually wore it up in a bun. How he wore his helmet over it, you weren't sure, each time you thought that he was somehow defying the laws of physics. "And I'm proud of you too sis."

"Ez-" You sigh his name with a soft smile.

"No, I don't say it enough. I am so proud of you baby sis." He pulls you into a bear hug, so tight that it takes the wind out of your chest when he did.

"Thanks Ez." You squeak exaggeratedly while he squeezes you against his armor. The breastplate cuts into your cheek, but the familiar cool feeling of the metal makes you think about Din and how it feels to hug him.

I really have to stop thinking about him as often as I do.

But even you knew that was impossible to do.

You pull away from him, raising a hand to the side of his face. "I'm proud of you too."

The front door of the shop opens with a happy chime as another customer comes into the bakery, but you don't look away from your brother.

"Really?" Ezekiel flashes a hundred-watt smile, something lurks behind his eyes that makes your heart squeeze uncomfortably in your chest.

The truth was you knew that your brother still felt bad for leaving when you were kids. You saw it in the way he overcompensated to make you happy whenever he visited and you'd seen it in the way he'd begged you to stay with him on his planet before you moved to Nevarro.

You wished that he wouldn't. You'd never held it against him, never brought it up in a way to hurt him in the heat of a fight. You knew how broken he was when your parents died, and you owed so much to the clan of Mandalorians he'd joined. The same clan that treated you like their family whenever you visited.

It brought a smile to your face to know that your brother found where he belonged, and every day you were beginning to believe that this was where you did. In a small shop on Nevarro with the smell of fresh bread, cinnamon, and cloves wrapping you in a warm blanket, feeling at home for the first time since you'd lost your grandmother.

And there was something else.

You were drawn to Din, had been since the moment you met him. And maybe it would never work out between the two of you because you were falling in love with someone who still called you his "friend" despite how much time you spent together and how Din looked out for you, but you wanted to see where this path took you.

"Mhmm." You nod with a wide smile.

A gleam of silver shines in the corner of your eye, reflecting in the brilliant light from the sun that moves with a gentle hand through the front of your shop and you turn your head to look over the counter, your hand still on Ezekiel's cheek.

Din is standing there, holding Grogu in his left arm, wearing his full armor as usual. There's a rigidness to his stance, his helmet tilted just slightly to the right as he stares at where Ezekiel and you are standing.

An odd hush has fallen over the patrons sipping coffee.

"Din! Hi." Your smile turns blinding at the sight of your friend. Your hand drops from Ezekiel's face, who perks up at the appearance of another Mandalorian.

Din's body is stock straight, tense, unmoving. He doesn't return your greeting as he usually does, in fact he hasn't said anything since he'd entered your bakery. You can feel his gaze on you, but it doesn't bring the usual warmth. And for some reason you can't help but think that Din is upset about something. The rigidness of his stance is unusual. You were accustomed to Din relaxing as soon as he entered your shop, his body untensing with each step closer to the counter as if being there made him feel the same way you did- like you were home again with your grandmother.

But Din isn't relaxed, in fact you think that he looks even more tense than he did a few moments ago.

Worry pricks in your chest.

"Hey brother!" Ezekiel says with a smile, oblivious to the tension in the air. Your brother says your name "Didn't tell me that there was a Mandalorian on Nevarro. I'm Ezekiel." He reaches across the counter to shake Din's hand.

Din doesn't answer for a moment, head tilting down to where Ezekiel's hand is stretched in his dirrection, before he looks up again.

"Din." He replies in a monotone, his voice buzzing against the modulator, not making any move to take your brother's hand.

Ezekiel blinks in surprise.

Why is Din acting so weird?

Grogu gurgles in his arms and reaches out for you, his hands opening and closing, asking for you to hold him with a happy smile on his face. But as you reach out to take him, Din pulls back so Grogu is out of reach.

Your hands hang there in the air for another few seconds as the wave of rejection crashes over you, making you feel like you were taking a knife to the heart. Din has never, never acted like this before. He had never withheld the kid from you, especially not when Grogu was obviously asking for you.

Your smile falters.

"You want your usual?" You clear your throat, trying to recover, but when you try to smile it falls flat.

Why is he doing this?

You didn't understand why Din was acting this way. You'd been so excited for him to meet your brother, but now you wished that he'd never come. You didn't want him to meet Din if Din was going to act this way.

The good first impression that you knew Din would get from a fellow Mandalorian was dissolving before your very eyes like sugar in a strong cup of tea.

Din's empty hand tightens into a fist where it hangs at his side the longer he stands there looking at Ezekiel and you.

"Sure." Din replies, his tone cold.

It didn't matter that Din used the voice modulator on his helmet, you could hear the difference in how he spoke. You knew when he was upset, annoyed, angry, happy- you were so in tune with how Din acted that it didn't matter that you couldn't see his face. You knew him.

And seeing him like this was breaking your heart.

Ezekiel does not miss the attitude shift and his smile drops into a frown. Despite your brother leaving when you were younger, he never lost that protective instinct. He was your brother, it didn't matter that you were all grown up, Ezekiel was not one to back down, especially not if he thought that Din was being rude.

"What's your problem?" He snaps, narrowing his eyes at Din.

The room is still completely silent, the tension crackling in the air like a lightning storm across the plains that brings the rumble of thunder in it's wake. You could feel the other people glancing from Ezekiel to Din waiting for the storm to break.

"Nothing." Din's stance remains rigid, while Grogu wriggles in his arms defiantly still trying to reach for you.

"Ez-" You try to interrupt, but Ezekiel waves you off.

"No. He's being a dick. What do you have a problem with me? Or with her?" Ezekiel starts to walk out from behind the counter, but you grab on to his arm to hold him back.

The last thing this needs is his temper.

"Ez please." You plead, looking from him to Din. The anxiety now was more of an electrical storm, buzzing and surging in your chest, electrifying through your nerve endings. Not to mention the last thing you wanted was for Ezekiel and Din to start fighting in the middle of your shop. "It's okay. Din was just dropping by to say hi."

There really wasn't way to salvage this situation, you knew that by now your brother has made up his mind about Din. There couldn't be another introduction, because Ez would always remember this, remember that Din was rude to you- or rather rude in the way Ezekiel saw it.

"And now he has." Ez almost growls, narrowing his eyes at Din. "So get out."

Din's helmet tilts in your direction for a moment, his hand tightening on the child. "Fine." And then he's gone, stomping out through the front door of your shop, the jingle no longer happy, but now more of a clang of destruction.

"Din wait!" You shout running after him, leaving your brother behind.

You couldn't let him go like this, not when you didn't understand what had just happened. Why he was acting angry with you. You wanted to know what you did so you could fix it.

He's ahead of you weaving through the crowds, trying to slip away, but you rush after him, watching the gleam of his metal in the morning sun, lighting the way to him.

"Din!" You reach him and gently grab his arm to stop him. "Please wait."

He whirls on you so fast you shudder out a gasp in surprise. "What?" His voice sounds cold tinged with annoyance and another emotion you can't place.

You recoil slightly with his shout. Din had never spoken to you that way. He was always softer with you, gentle in a way that he wasn't with anyone else except Grogu. To see him like this broke you.

"Please I'm sorry Ezekiel didn't mean to be rude he's just always-" You begin to say, trying to explain the situation and trying to understand why Din is acting the way he is.

"I have to go." Din interrupts, his helmet isn't tilted down at you, it's turned up to look over your head.

"No." You say shaking your head, heart thunderous against your ribs. "Din please tell me what's wrong. Tell me what I did. I want to help-"

"I have to go." He says again, pulling his arm out of your grasp.

Grogu coos and touches his father's armor, tapping it with his little fingers to get Din's attention, but he ignores him.

"Din-" Tears burned in your eyes as you say his name, confusion and hurt swirling in your chest, but if Din notices he doesn't care.

He turns away before you can find the words to finish your sentences vanishing into the crowd in a flash of silver and black. The people around you push and shove to get past in the early morning rush, but you can't feel it.

All you feel is the hole in your heart growing steadily with each step Din takes away from you and the tears that have begun to fall onto the dirt beneath your feet.

What did I do?

Din POV

How could I have been so stupid?

Din grits his teeth together as he continues down the dusty path back to his cabin outside of town. Each step sends a cloud of the reddish brown dirt wafting over the desolate plain. There's a rumble of thunder, that rattles against Din's armor, a warning of the afternoon storm that waited with bated breath behind the dusky clouds on the horizon.

Hurt and anger dueled in his chest, forming an unnatural lump in the pit of his stomach while the memory of what he'd just witnessed in your shop continues to flicker across his mind. It had been since the moment he walked out the door.

The images of you holding on to the Ezekiel's cheek in your shop with the soft look in your eyes that Din used to think you only reserved for him and you smiling at Ezekiel with your cheeks darkening with your blush as Ezekiel smiled back at you, made feel like he'd taken a punch to the stomach. Before when Din had heard the sound of your laugh it felt like something had broken inside of him and warmth he'd never known would flood through his body, but now the sound of your laugh mocked him and the shine of your smile like a dark cloud.

Of course she already has someone courting her, she was only being nice to you. She's nice to everyone. Why didn't I see this before?

He'd gotten his hopes up over the past few weeks, all the time he spent with you feeling the warmth of your smile in his chest, hearing you softly say his name in a way that made something deep down break open, and all the moments that he felt like you had begun to feel the same way about him that he felt about you.

Din had never allowed himself to hope for anything, but you changed all of that the moment Din walked into your shop for the first time and saw you standing there holding his son, taking care of him like he was your own.

But now Din felt like an idiot for hoping, for thinking that you would ever be with him.

That’s why she wasn't afraid of me, she already has a Mandalorian in her life.

When Din killed the Transdoshan he'd been so afraid that you would run from him, that you would turn your back and join the people who whispered unspeakable things about him, but you hadn't, you'd run to him, hugged him, allowed him to touch you…

Din felt his cheeks warm momentarily remembering the way that you held his hands, how you'd cradled them between the two of you, almost reverently. Your skin was softer than Din imagined, your curious fingertips trailing and exploring places on Din's rough palms that made him weak in the knees and made him want to melt into your touch. And Din would be lying if he said he didn't go to sleep at night thinking what it would have been like to feel the gentle caress of your fingertips against his face, for you to trace the sensitive skin and look at him, really look at him the way no one else had since he was a boy.

Din cringed as the image of your hand on Ezekiel's cheek comes flashing across his mind, followed by the echo of your laugh in his ears. Din wondered if the two of you would have another laugh later when you told Ezekiel that Din had been calling you 'beloved' in Mando'a.

He sighs as he opens the front door of his home coming to a stop just inside the entryway, to stomp his muddy boots against the rug. His head turns in the direction of his kitchen.

It was still in varying levels of construction. As soon as Din saw how much you loved to bake and cook he knew that you’d need a place in his home big enough to do so. He’d been working on his kitchen since the moment he decided to court you, creating the space from the questions he’d asked you about how much room you needed in your own bakery.

If you were to accept his courtship this would be your home as much as his and Din wanted to make a place that felt like home to you. He'd seen the way your face lit up when you spoke about your grandmother and her large kitchen, saw how happy it made you to remember her, and Din wanted so badly to give you that here.

He’d wanted you to have somewhere that felt like home to you, now he wished that he hadn’t started in the first place.

Grogu babbles something where he swings in the bag at Din’s side and Din knows that Grogu must be confused as to why Din hadn’t allowed you to take him.

Din couldn’t pretend that everything was okay, not when it felt like he’d taken a blaster shot to the chest when he saw you there with Ezekiel, and he didn’t want to see how you made Grogu smile or how you smiled at his son, not when Din knew you’d never be his.

But the biggest question that Din had was how the hell Ezekiel was able to spend any moment away from you. In the months that Din had known you, Din hadn't seen him once and Din couldn't imagine how Ezekiel could stand to be away from you that long.

Din could barely last a day before he ended up back at your bakery. It was an addiction, like an itch he couldn't scratch until he found himself taking the dusty trail to your shop through the crowded city and the only salve was your smile. Even when he was out on a job on another planet each day that passed by was agony because he was so far from you.

He thought of you constantly, what you were doing, how you were, if you were reading alongside the fountain with the sun kissing your skin as the wind blew through your hair, if you were walking through the market wearing one of those dresses that hugged your body and made Din's throat tight whenever he saw you in them, if you were at your shop feeding Grogu treats while he cooed and tugged at your hair, and if you were safe.

That last thing Din ensured when he was gone, by telling Cara to keep an eye on you, discretely of course. Din didn't want you to know how much he worried that something would happen while he was away. The Transdoshan had only proven to Din what he already knew, that you didn't belong in his world. The one filled with blood, death, and blasters, the one that he was so afraid of you seeing.

But he couldn't stay away. No matter how hard he tried Din couldn't keep away from you. You were like a siren call in the silence of the night, promising everything good that Din thought he'd never had and didn't deserve.

How much Din missed you when he was away was only exacerbated by the bag of treats you sent with him when he left. The silent nights in the cockpit while he ate a bite of uj cake or a meat pie, he imagined that you were there with him, your soft smile making him feel warm from the inside out. Din was starting to get a little soft around the middle, but he wasn't complaining, everything you made him was delicious and only made him think of you more.

But Din couldn't imagine how Ezekiel was able to live somewhere else and only see you sometimes, when Din could barely get by without catching a glimpse of you each day even if you didn't see him.

And why would he want to? He should spend his time with his cyare. Not leave her alone on another planet alone. It should be him here protecting her, making her smile, making her happy, not me.

His jaw tightens. He didn’t want to think about that right now, but it was the only thing he could. That it was him who had been here for you over these past few months and him who looked out for you. It was him who made you smile and walked you home, him who brought you gifts, and him who listened to you talk about your day.

Stars, Din loved that.

He loved listening to you talk about your day with him, loved to hear everything you’d done even if it was something as small as filling the salt and pepper shakers at the tables in your shop. He liked to watch the starlight trace along the softness of your figure with a gentle hand as Din walked you home at the end of the day, see the way Grogu cuddled against you as if you were his mother.

The thought made Din's throat tight, because from the beginning you'd always treated his son that way, as if he was your own and Din hated the way you looked when he didn't let you hold Grogu. Truthfully, the memory of how you looked in the street while you pleaded for Din to come back to the shop, for him to tell you what was wrong hurt just as much. He hated to see how disappointed and worried you looked, and Din hated to walk away from you, but he had to, because if he didn’t he would be in danger of doing something very stupid…

Like telling you how he felt in the middle of a crowded street where everyone could see the two of you and laugh when you turned him down.

Din placed Grogu on the floor and made his way to his bedroom, sitting down on the edge of his bed that squeaks under the weight of his armor.

The image of you with Ezekiel in the bakery flashes through his head again making him sigh again to himself. All of his muscles tense and untense with the memory and a wave of emotion that Din cannot name crashes over him.

He reaches into his pocket for the pouch he'd placed there this morning.

Din had given you many gifts over the past month, each one was chosen specifically for you to prove his commitment. Din was determined to prove that to you, to prove that he could be someone you depended on, to prove that you were someone important to him, to prove that he would always put you first, and of course to prove his affection. Din still wasn't comfortable talking about how he felt, in fact he wasn't exactly sure how to quantify how he felt about you in terms that you could understand. Not when you made him feel things that he thought he couldn't anymore.

The gifts seemed like the next best thing, at least until he found a way to say how he felt.

Each time you unwrapped something Din brought you, he felt light, as if the weight of everything he'd done was lifted. To catch that glimpse of your smile made Din weightless and made him wish to make you smile like that for the rest of his life.

His favorite gift had been the apron you'd been wearing when he saw you today. He'd been walking through the market on Tatooine, when he saw a vendor selling hand embroidered clothing. Din had been looking for something small to bring back for you, a handkerchief or a cloth, but then he saw the apron and it looked like you. The small multicolored flowers were delicate, but woven against a strong resilient cloth. And Din knew he had to get it for you.

When he'd brought it into your shop, he was afraid. The other gifts he'd given you were merely trinkets, things he found along the way from places that Din hoped to take you someday. You'd told him that you hadn't seen as much of the galaxy as he had and you longed to visit more of it.

Din was willing to take you away right there and then if you asked him. He wanted to see your eyes shine with wonder as he showed you the vast reaches of space and wanted to hear your soft gasp when he took you places that you'd only heard about.

But you’d been so happy that you'd hugged him. Din wasn’t used to hugging, in fact before you, he could count on one hand exactly how many times that he had been hugged, but now he craved it.

The subtle press of your soft body in his arms was an addiction, the soft sigh you made each time he hugged you back like a soothing salve over his heart, and the smell of sugar and spice that filtered through his helmet with the gentle brush of your hair made him weak in the knees.

You felt like you belonged there wrapped in his arms, and Din wanted you to.

Now he knew that it was impossible. You didn't want him, you were just being nice, the same way you were to everyone else on Nevarro who didn't deserve it.

He rolls the pouch in his hand, the gift inside jingling merrily, oblivious to the gloom that rose over Din like a dark omen.

This gift was different.

Like the apron this one was special and if you were to accept this one you would be accepting his courtship, accepting him. You wouldn't be married, but if another Mandalorian were to see it, they would understand that you had a clan and you belonged to Din, that you were engaged to him.

Din's fingers deftly open the drawstring at the top of the bag and pull out the silver necklace. It was a simple chain that had a small circular pendant the size of the tip of Din's thumb stamped with the sigil of the Mudhorn.

It was made of Beskar, something that Din had gone back to Mandalore to have specially made for you by the armorer. He'd had it made after everything that happened with the Trandoshan. Din knew that having his clan sigil hanging from your neck would ward off unwanted attention, it was his way of claiming you, of warning off anyone who dared touch you.

The things that the Transdoshan did to you still made anger burn through Din. He hated that the creature had been able to do any of those things to you, lived with the guilt for not disposing of the creature sooner. But Din knew by giving you this necklace, anyone who saw it would know better than to touch you, not when the clan sigil of a Mandalorian hung from your neck.

The armorer had been pleased to hear that Din was taking a Riduur, and told him that she wanted him to bring you back with him so you could be properly introduced. Din had been excited to show you off, but now he felt embarrassed that he'd have to return it and tell the armorer that you’d refused him.

He lets out another sigh watching the necklace hang from his hand glinting in the dim light of his bedroom. Another image of you with Ezekiel makes Din shut his eyes tight, but it does little to rid himself of it.

Why did I even think that she would ever want me the way that I want her?

Guide:

Cyare: Beloved

Riduur: Spouse

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ask-crimson-weaver · 1 year ago

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wait… WHAT.

you’re younger than me????

im turning 22 next month fyi

#I mean. I look now and I guess it’s been in your bio this whole time??#but it’s not been something I’ve really thought about until it hit me in the face #I swear my chronic baby face has made me SO BAD at guessing ages so I have to go off of vibes #like how Specs sometimes feels like a 40-year-old but he’s NOT #Ez | Mommy Long Legs #the cluster

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tacobacoyeet · 2 months ago

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please pretty please tell us all about those terrible things you think about when goon to Josh and his hairy bush. p l ez. you thoughts are safe with us.

hairy!patrick zweig x reader

tw smut!!! i love overcomplicating things so i couldn't just answer the ask outright sorry anon! although i probably should've because not only is this so gross and not at all proofread it's also super self-indulgent lol

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- the sun is already starting to set by the time patrick is slamming the door to your shared place

- he’s been out on the tennis courts since the early morning, practicing for an upcoming match

- he’s pissed. you’re not sure why, but you know him well enough to assume that he’s getting in his head, that his drills weren’t as easy as they usually are

- “hey, baby,” you greet him as he enters, sliding some cold water over to him as he throws his bag down

- he’s still all sweaty and his muscles are so tense and his curly hair is flopping everywhere and even though he’s all mad all you can think about is that he’s so hot

- he generally opts to work out in tanks and muscle tees so right now while he’s stretching and reaching for the water you’re catching glimpses of his well-kept pit hair

- patrick’s always been a hairy guy, ever since he was a kid. puberty hit and not only did he shoot up but he was the first in his class to start sprouting a mustache and beard

- so he knows how to take care of his body hair and he also knows not to shave it all off- he’s not trying to give the same pre-pubescent vibes as his best friend, art

- anyway, you’re trying to focus on his voice as he rants animatedly about everything that went wrong today but it’s really hard to do that when you’re watching some lingering sweat bead down his forehead and down his face and neck

- and fantasizing about licking it up

- and his shirt is all damp and everything so he pulls it off and holy jesus fuck you’re gone

- like yes his abs are beautiful and he has gorgeous toned muscles and supple skin and that perfect slutty little waist but that is not your point of focus

- you’re looking at that stunning contrast of dark against light

- the light dusting of black hair against his white skin and the way it grows as it trails down and down and down

- the thick stripe of it that starts from his abs and trails beneath his low hanging shorts—god, why did he always have to wear them so low?

- and now you’re too lost in thought that you’re staring at him and he’s not even mad.

- he’s snapping his fingers at you, laughing a little like “babe are you even listening?”

- and your eyes snap back up like “of course i am!” but the moment he starts talking again you’re daydreaming about letting his big hand hold the back of your head while he buries himself far enough down your throat for your nose to be buried in that bush

- he’s snorting at you because he knows you’re long gone at this point. “jeez, i thought i was the horny one. c’mere”

- and you don’t waste a second

- you start by kissing his lips all sloppy, but then you trail your mouth across his jaw, down his neck, his collarbone, licking up the taste of the salt on his skin

- he’s just watching you because he thinks you’re so perfect and he loves how absolutely obsessed with him you are

- he also loves having someone who matches his freak

- he definitely groans when you twirl your tongue around and across each of his nipples

- and his hand is already in your hair while you lick across every little dip and crevice of his abs

- allllll the way down to that sexy v-line

- and you glance up at him for a moment before you pull his shorts off to make sure he’s okay with it

- and this man is practically foaming at the mouth like “don’t you dare stop now”

- and so you don’t

- the moment his dick is springing free you’re taking him to the hilt

- and just staying there for a moment while his bush tickles your nose

- and you just breathe it in

- “you gonna suck my cock or do i have to do it for you?”

- he doesn’t really wait for a response, he just grabs you by your hair and starts fucking your mouth

- every little choking noise or gasp that escapes you really only makes him go harder

- and as soon as he sees the tears pricking at your eyes and the drool dripping down your chin he’s grinning like he just won the open

- “you were so desparate earlier baby?? now you’re crying??”

- he’s so big and your mouth is so warm and wet and small and tight around him

- and you can’t help yourself. you have to bring one of your hands down so you can rub your clit with as much vigor as he’s fucking your mouth with

- “filthy little thing. so fucking sexy. so greedy.”

- you’re so perfect that he’s shooting his load down your throat within minutes and immediately pulling you up so that he can stuff his fingers inside you and finish you off

- his big, ridged fingers and his hairy knuckles. yes those ones

- and once your pussy is finally done spasming around them he’s pulling them out of you and licking the taste of you off of his fingers

- and then he’s grinning at you. making fun of you for getting so worked up by his body hair

- “you’re such a freak, babe”

- and you just give him a look because… he’s a fucking hypocrite

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kamfor334 · 7 months ago

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manifested my desired appearance!

hi guys! I know I haven’t posted in a while, this is just a little post about my manifestations, I manifested my desired appearance!

to be honest, when I think about this experience one thing is that this reminded me how EZ manifesting really is. When I first started to manifest my desired appearance, I thought it would be harder, and I would have to put in a lot more work. But, now looking back, this helped me realize that manifesting is simple, and instant. We are constantly manifesting naturally, and it isn’t that complicated or hard.

how it happened

It’s kinda funny how, people always say manifestation is instant (cus it is) but you genuinely to remember or realize until you see that you ACTUALLY have your results so quickly, and before you even realize. Tbh, I didn’t even really count or keep track of “how long it took”, since I find that constantly checking for results kinda deters me or messes with my mindset. I realized I had manifested my desired appearance when I was looking in the mirror today, low-key surprised me. My hair is thick, longer, my curls look the exact same as the photos from my vision board. My lashes are thicker, longer, my lips are pinker, plumper, ect, ect. I also noticed my body. I didn’t change my height (cause I didn’t want to) but, I look super cute!

After this, now I wanna manifest clear, soft smooth skin a lot more persistent, because me skin has been getting clearer and softer, but I’m not at my desired goal, however, I have seen a noticeable difference in my skin 🤭

also, people commented on it. I’ve been getting lots of comments on my body by my friends, telling me my body is tea, complementing my waist ect. And another thing I can remember is going to the convenience store with my mom, and this lady complementing my hair, and my mom pointing out my long, soft hair, and literally telling me word for word that I have4b hair 🤭

what I manifested

you don’t have to read this if you don’t want to but, I just wanna talk about what I manifested 🤭

White, straight teeth, pretty smile.

longer, thicker manga like lashes, wide, black beady doe eyes.

plump, pink, soft lips

more prominent dimples

Slimmer, oval face shape.

4b, defined healthy curls hair.

longer hair.

pear shaped body, slim, flat, soft waist, round plump bubble butt, r plump, round thighs and hips.

slim arms, collar bones, back and neck.

how did I did it!

well, for one, I said affirmations when ever I could, and whenever I had doubtful thoughts I would counteract it with a affirmation and try to take a deep breath and remind myself manifesting is easy, simple and instant, and that I literally already have, before I even fully realize.

I created a vision board. with pictures for visualization, written affirmations. I really like this form of manifestation cause you can look at it before bed, read it in your free time, visualize and affirm while you look at it.

looking in mirrors. I know a lot of people say not to look into mirrors when manifesting a physical change, but for me it helps. For some reason, looking in mirrors makes affirming a lot more fun and makes me feel more confident, like while I’m looking in the mirror I’ll say “I’m so pretty. ☺️” “I’m literally so beautiful, it’s so mesmerizing.” “I have such a cute, small waist” and is makes acknowledging my affirmations as truth lot easier, and it makes me feel so confident to admire myself. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to tho, or if it doesn’t work for you.

That’s it! I love youuuuuu

sorry this is long, I was just really excited to share my results. 😭

remember that manifesting is literally so easy and simple, we literally do it all the time without even realizing, and manifesting is instant.

#loa #law of assumption #law of attraction #manifesation #manifesting #loa tumblr #loassumption #loa blog #self improvement #wonyoungism

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sweet1delusi0ns · 1 year ago

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Nicknames Naruto boys call you—☆*:・ﾟ

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋, choji🍥,gaara⏳, kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He always calls you complimenting nicknames such as beautiful, gorgeous and pretty ect. He doesn’t care about your looks honestly you could be the ugliest person alive and he’s still love you. He just needs you to know your attractive no matter what! But also calls you the classics like babe n sweetheart!

“Good morning gorgeous!!” “I look like a fucking raccoon babe.” “Your still attractive no matter what y/nnnn” side note he loves giving morning kisses~

Sasuke🗡️-*

Darling. Without a doubt he calls you darling or love. He’s not sure what he would call you at first other than your name but it soon came to him. He is soooo soft for You idc what anyone says I can just imagine his soft voice “oh love” “anything else darling?” “I have a surprise for you my love” (I’m crying)

He will genuinely start crying if you called him sweet nicknames like that. (I’m writing abt that later😋)

Kiba🐺-*

Hes so Basic yet so complex honestly he will call you the most basic nicknames like babe or sweetie but then go on for hours how your the only one for him and how your were like a missing piece in his heart that he has finally found, yet he can’t come up with any better nicknames😭

“Babe have I ever told you how I feel like I’m missing apart of myself every time your away. Honestly just going to bed without you pains me so much. I’m so happy I found the one for me~” “not even baby just babe?” “I’m trying to be sincere and sensitive y/n!”

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He mainly called you dear like a old couple (LOL). Other than the sweet compliments he gives you about how hot you are n such he’s similar to kiba, basic nicknames but a lot of meaning

“Dear, I have put together a small picnic for us. I finally have time to treat you right so I figured I’d take you on a date” “Aw your the sweetest old man ever~” “anything for you dear!….HEY.”

Shino🪲-*

Call me stereotypical but he totally calls you love bug, cuddle bug or flower, cuz your his little love bug yk just full of happiness (mostly). He isn’t one to just use nicknames every sentence, he thinks nicknames should be special not matter how many times he uses them!

“Shino! I’m so happy your back home ugh I’ve missed that face! Cmon give me a hug~” “of course, I’ve missed you too love bug, or should I say cuddle bug” “either one is fine Shino~”

Neji🎋-*

Destiny (ha get it) I’m jus joking. Similar to shikamaru he talks you like you guys are an old couple but still romantic, so names like sweetheart, love and gorgeous. He uses them frequently thought so throughout the day you get to hear his pretty voice

“Sweetheart how was your day?” “Love do you want to tag along with me to the store? Or just for a walk” “you look gorgeous as always” AGH

Lee🥋-*

Ez he calls you precious. He finds it complex enough to show the love he truly feels for you without the nickname being overwhelming. “You are my precious! I will spent my whole life protecting and serving you! You deserve the best!!” I love him.

“So pretty! You are so special y/n! You are the most precious person to me!” “My precious I have a surprise!” “Precious, do you care for some tea, I’m making it fresh!”

Choji🍥-*

Also ez he calls you either honey, sweetie, or pretty. Honey and sweetie for obvious reasons, he finds you as sweet as candy and as yummy as honey, but he also finds you VERY attractive.

“Honey! I’m making dinner I hope your hungry pretty~” “your so nice to me y/n, like sweets! Ooooo that’s a good name, sweetie!”

Gaara⏳-*

He just calls you by your name, he doesn’t know what he’s doing LOL. You’ll have to coerce him into calling you cute nicknames by either promising him a reward or explaining how it’s normal to call loved ones names other than their name.

“You can call me anything you want gaara!!” “Can I Call You raccoon?” “No.” “Oh.. then what can I call you?” “Oml I’ll give you cuddles if you start calling me darling~” “sure thing y/n…uh darling..?” “Your so cute when you get flustered!”

Kankuro🪆-*

Flirt. So names along the lines of hotty, sexy, doll. Pretty self explanatory he thinks your fine asf so he’s gotta make it known. “Oo whos that hotty? Oh my gosh that my lover~” he teasing you, well atleast tried you but you just end up giggling at his attempts!

“Doll do you want to come help me in my work shop?” “Danm your so sexy~ honestly I’d let you do anything to me” “what’s your problem weirdo!” “Your hot thats my problem”

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ravennaortiz · 1 year ago

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Your Boyfriend is a Bitch Headcanon -Mayans Version

Summary: How the guys would react if they overheard some guy hitting on you and saying that your boyfriend is a bitch. Inspiration came from the song below.

Taglist: @keyweegirlie @hatersaremymotivators @meera10 @kikijackson-blog @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

A hint of mischief is in Coco's eyes as he turns to you after knocking the guy out who had went from telling you how beautiful you were to telling Coco he was a bitch and he could steal you away if he really wanted to.. "My bad ma" he states with a smile. You had been begging for a normal date night away from the clubhouse and brothers. As much as you loved them and the club sometimes it was nice to have a quiet dinner at a nice restaurant outside of town. You couldn't help the smile and laugh as you shook your head as you reached for his hand quickly moving to your car. "I can't take you anywhere. Always getting me in trouble" he continued as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Oh, really? You think you have a chance of taking me?" inquired Angel his voice casual as he turned to the younger guy who had sat down at your table. The guy had been chatting you up since you had stepped into the packed clubhouse looking for your man. Not taking a single word you had said to heart as you told him to back off and that your boyfriend was not one to play with. You watched as the mans eyes widened as he took in Angel and his eyes flickered over the patches. Angel was an imposing man sitting down but when he stood up the guy took off. "Thought I was the bitch?" laughed Angel as he sat back down looking at you.

Short king Bishop oozes big dick, don't fuck with me energy. Which is why you are stunned into silence as well as Gilly and Angel at what the new prospect has just said to him. The air is tense as Bishop contemplates the young man who had just dared to say he could fuck you better than him. "I assume you only said this because you think my beautiful goddess of a wife is a club girl correct? " asked Bishop as he gently taps your hip. Once you have stood up off his lap he stands up and walks to the new prospect who has decided now to shut his mouth. "I'll help you out son. There is no correct answer" states Bishop as he grabs the guys arm and leads him out the door.

Manny is all slow blinks and tight smiles as he listens to the man next to him at the bar describe all the ways he would do you as they wait for EZ to get them beers. "Said she has a boyfriend, dumb bitch doesn't know what she's missing out on. He's obviously a winner since he left her alone." states the man as he nudges Manny who chuckles darkly. "Yeah, the mother of my four beautiful girls over there sure is missing out" he states before punching the guy in the face. "Also im her husband not her boyfriend" states Manny before making his way to you. "This is why I don't bring you out ma. Always got me acting up" joked Manny as he pulled you too him for a kiss.

Guero is all angry forehead press and fists the minute the guy grabs your arm to turn you too him. The two of you had been taking a break from dancing and wee making out in the back of the packed clubhouse. You had mentioned to Guero earlier that the guy had been hitting on you and said he could take your boyfriend in a fight when you mentioned you were not single. Guero had wanted to put his fist through the guys face then but you had been so amused he had pushed the idea down so that he could keep that smile on your face. Now though it was on. No one touched what was his.

The moment your sweet Teddy Bear said excuse me and stood up you knew the guy was done for. It never ceased to amaze you how many people thought it was fun to poke the grizzly bear of a man that was Gilly. You smiled as he blew you and your daughter who was cooing away in your arms kisses before grabbing the back of the guys neck and walking him out of the clubhouse. "Still getting guys in trouble, four days after giving birth" chuckled Coco, making you laugh, as he stood up. "I'll make sure he doesn't kill the kid"

Creeper is silent as he watches you and the guy go back and forth. You have just as much blood on your hands as he does, he knows you can handle yourself. He won't hesitate to step in though if you want him too. He patiently waits for your cue as he sips his beer, chuckling when the guy says he can do you better and asks what position you like. "Do you like having your ass fucked?" you inquire as you tap Creepers arm. "As her bitch of a boyfriend I like to watch her fuck guys in the ass" he states as he looks the guy up and down.

"Who's the bitch now?" growled Bottles as he stood over the guy he had just punched in the jaw much to the shock of everyone. The guy had been following you like a scenthound, not taking your rejection of an offer to dance or to sneak off to a more private area. Even when you stated your boyfriend was a Mayan he was undeterred, going so far as to push you into a wall saying your boyfriend must be a bitch if he wasn't with you. Pushing Guero out of the way as he congratulated Bottles you pulled him to you demanding he take you home to bed now.

EZ is willing to let the guy slide. He's drunk and clearly overcome by your beauty. Who wouldn't be? He could not blame the guy for coming over and hitting on you. He probably figured you two were just friends sitting here having a drink and a chat. Its an easy mistake if you are new like he was. The two of you shared a look and small chuckle when the guy said your boyfriend was probably a bitch. He was going to let hat slide too but when the guy angrily slapped your beer out of your hand.....letting anything slide was out the door.

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raayllum · 5 months ago

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Anyway I did my 2nd watch of the season after sleeping / with the end in mind and it totally worked for me, especially with the understanding that there is 30% of the story left (and thereby Callum and Rayla's arcs aren't Over and room for more growth/plot had to be left open) and watching with the ending in mind.

I'm not upset that this is where Arc 2 ends, in some ways because it's sort of like season 2 of Avatar where Zuko doesn't join the Gaang in their 2nd arc (book two) because from a character basis he really wasn't Ready to do that / they had more story to tell, so I don't think with what they're doing it would've made sense to rush it in TDP. Nor do I think any of the previous set up for other outcomes (i.e. possession fight, salvation, etc) were wasted. Merely that TDP likes to do layer upon layer, and also have foreshadowing come back once (so you think you're safe) and then twice. I also don't think that Arc 2 resolved all the threads (i.e. Rayllum and greater good conflict / Aaravos & Callum) and ended them, and instead nudged them forwards in interesting ways for continued future exploration. I'll probably write more about the specifics later if this post doesn't get unwieldy or condensed with them for now.

In the meantime, these were things that I found really clicked for me on my 2nd watch through for S7 and with Arc 2 in general:

1) Arc 2's overarching focus on the Archdragons / the finale resolution with it.

We had a focus every season on at least one of the archdragons, with Zubeia (S4-S7), Luna Tenebris mentions (S4-S6), Rex Igenous (S4), Domina Profundis (S5), Sol Regem (S5-S6), and Avizandum mentions (S4-S5).

With that in mind, while I'm sure Aaravos' intentions was for no one to know of his plans ahead of time (7x01)... his actions also led to Callum and co. making connections to all the other Archdragons that they could pull on to bring everyone back to Lux Aurea, and Aaravos could destroy them (with no real consequence to himself, as his spirit was now free and his body could reform), taking a massive swing at the Cosmic Council's grand order that'd been enforced by the archdragons. He said the elves and dragons would fall hard... and now the dragons have, with the Cosmic Council being next (and thinking that the real focus on the Cosmic Council would be predominantly in arc 3 was, I believe, the general fandom consensus anyway).

AARAVOS: Now this is familiar, isn't it? Hasn't this all happened before? Arrogant fools. Again and again you make the same mistakes. (7x09)

Suitably, though, the Archdragons sacrifice themselves to protect all of Xadia, making amends for past / previous actions in their own way (narratively). They upheld the Cosmic Order, and then chose to break it.

Now, Aaravos will be returning to a world where there are no archdragons, and the only thing that can destroy his mortal form again would be the Nova Blade or some dark magic spell to take his spirit (but more on that later).

This also caps off S7 being about the destruction caused by one Archdragon (Sol Regem) and then the salvation through sacrifice from the other four as the finale. It comes full circle, but without repeating the cycle.

It also seems like the Nova Blade hasn't actually ever been used, as Aaravos states in 7x07:

She could have used the blade to destroy me, but chose instead to help imprison me. To spare me.

Or if it has, it still has a massive consequence that Zubeia is familiar with (the wielderdies if it's used to kill someone?), given that she is worried when Zym (and Ez wielding the sword) appears, intending to use it:

I'll also talk a bit more about why I think Aaravos designed 7x09 to be a win-win scenario for him no matter what when I get to Callum's section, but in the meantime...

2) Rayla's arc

Listen, y'all know I wanted Rayla to save Callum, like a lot, and thought there was a good chance she would if he was possessed again. However, neither of those things happened (also circumstances were crazy) and it was built up throughout the seasons, as well as in S7:

RAYLA: We can't save everyone, Soren. There's too much at stake. (4x05) RAYLA: But I can't help you yet... because right now, the world needs me. Callum and Ezran need me. There's a great evil returning to Xadia and we have to stop it, at any cost. (5x01) RAYLA: It hurts me to know they're trapped like this. It's agonizing. But our mission comes first. The world is in danger, and you can trust me to stay focused. (5x04) RAYLA: No, Callum. I want to help my parents, but I won't let it bias me. (6x01)

The season 7 setup is most prominently seen in S7 during Rayla's trial, in which she emphasizes that the assassins' deaths were not in vain due to the subsequent impact on the world as a whole, and in how their assassin pledges were upheld in their own way:

Life is precious. life is valuable. We take it, but we do not take it lightly. All of your lives were taken. But your sacrifices, they weren't for nothing. Callisto, you pledged your breath for freedom and we freed ourselves from an awful, pointless war. Andromeda, you pledged your eyes for truth. And we found the truth, a truth that changed the world. Skor, you pledged your strength for honour, and now humans and elves have finally begun to treat each other with honour again. And... Ram. You pledged your blood for justice. But what is justice? The king died that night. A life for a life. Is that justice? How much suffering is enough to paid for the mistakes we've made? I don't have the answers. But I'll carry you with me, all of you, forever.

So it made sense for her assassin oath to come back in some manner ("My heart for Xadia"). She had to honour her team's sacrifices by being willing to make her own (killing Callum and herself by symbolic extension), partially because her and Callum's "ride or die" dynamic had become a "ride and die" dynamic": this was his plan and his choice, and the alternative was to let him succumb to a fate worse than death AND to let Aaravos destroy the world through his hands.

And I get why this feels kind of backwards, because on the one hand, it seems like Rayla made a lot of progress, even questioning the validity of her own suffering for mistakes she / choices others have made, which is Huge!

And yet she's willing to suffer, and sacrifice Callum. The paying the price motif is even brought back in Aaravos' dialogue with the archdragons ("And what will your sacrifices buy?"). So what gives?

Well, I think in a lot of ways Arc 2 was Rayla learning to accept and ask for help (S5-S6), that she wasn't alone (S4, S7), and working to come back every time she leaves (S4) but... still being prepared to leave:

and still with sharing or acknowledging her own burdens not being her instinct.

There's a reason we all went "Rayla refusing to sacrifice Callum would be Character Development" after all. I also think it's quasi-similar to Rayla leaving after S3. She had a lot of opportunities to learn that she didn't have to do everything alone in arc 1, but those lessons didn't stick; in a similar fashion, Rayla had opportunities throughout arc 2 to learn that she doesn't always have to sacrifice something, but with Callum being increasingly sacrificial... Those lessons were there, but didn't stick. The other side of her sacrifice arc is not resolved.

With that in mind, I wanna talk about our favourite dorky mage, and then maybe arc 3.

3) Aaravos' Grand Plan & Callum's Corruption

This is a little hard to parse out just because we don't know what Aaravos' next step / goal was in bringing about Eternal Night (presumably to get the attention of the Cosmic Council, but who knows). That said, a few things I'm chewing on:

Aaravos, as previously discussed, found the most effective way to rid the world of (presumably) every Archdragon other than Zym

Aaravos, for whatever reason, wanted Ezran to have the Nova Blade, which Aanya even sets up for us in 7x09

Aaravos knew all along that Callum would turn to dark magic to take him down.

AARAVOS: Very soon, your brother will embrace dark magic to save those he loves. EZRAN: I suppose you've seen that written in the stars? AARAVOS: I have seen it written in his eyes. (7x07)

Furthermore, he wanted to have Callum be corrupted again, gave him the apple in 7x01 as the first attempt. The apple corruption was lampshaded with "Is there anything I can do to help?" + identity/name motif. Aaravos was actively goading him into dark magic in 7x09, even when he knew there was an assassin ready to kill Callum (Runaan), and smiling even when Callum began the spell (once Rayla had stepped in).

As of S7, Callum has been called (and not disputed being at least partially) a dark mage, used Viren's staff and now has it in his possession (and we still don't know why it was never supposed to be used again), and has a white streak. The willingness to go that far "has always been a part of" him and is now permanently reflected in his character design.

Secondly, we know that Aaravos' game with his pawns is not over, due to the secrets of the cube being ongoing (but confirmation in 7x09 that it indeed points towards Elarion) and due to framing with Claudia.

While I did consider that maybe Callum's pawn intro imagery had come back around in the conversation in 7x06 featuring the cube so heavily (!!) and then Callum choosing to do dark magic to stop Aaravos and save everyone as his destiny ("The one I write myself")... He's still corrupted, Aaravos is still going to come back in 7 years with Callum as a vessel, and the Key to the Book (metaphorically to literally the Book of Destiny) is still unresolved.

TLDR; think about how much it'd Hurt in a Good Way for Callum and Rayla to both know she would've sacrificed him for the greater good (fulfilling her end of foreshadowing from 6x03) only to be smacked in the face that Callum refuses to sacrifice her in Arc 3 with the other side of his ("if you ever have to choose between me and the greater good...").

The fact that the Cube canonically points towards Elarion, which feature stories about "a fair exchange of beloved for beloved" after a season in which Aaravos mandates "Your beloved is an assassin who cannot kill" is just the cherry on top. It also means that both Callum and Rayla have accordingly hit the 50-75% wavelength of their arc(s), with us now having a definitive basis for her being willing to that sets up more clearly her being not willing to in the future, the circumstances we'd need for a possession fight re-established, and the cube beat still on the table because the cube itself is still waiting to be plot relevant.

Rayla always follows Callum's lead ("Say the word and I'll go back into that tower with you") and reflects him ("Who told you that?" "You did") and the lessons he teaches her about love. He'll pave the way, and she'll follow, and then their arcs will come to a close.

We just had to get here first.

Conclusion??

Anyway I hope you enjoyed, I want to do a bigger Arc 3 predictions post (the ruby project, Evrkynd, Claudia, Harrow, etc.) sometime soon, but I hope in the meantime this brought some potentially needed assurance, excitement, or another perspective to consider.

#the dragon prince #tdp #rayllum #tdp rayla #tdp callum #tdp spoilers #tdp meta #s7 spoilers #s7 #arc 2 #post season seven #tdp theory #analysis series #analysis #cube hostage exchange theory #predictions

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catscidr · 1 year ago

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// dottore nsfw alphabet ft. the segments! //

i. note — (੭ ᐛ ) hehe.....so...... i have the worst writer’s block rn (its probably burnout because i straight up can't bring myself to do anything but o well) nd i thought filling this out would help. spoiler alert it did a little because i actually finished it.... i have like two Almost Finished wips collecting dust in my docs but i just cant get them done ueue. i write for thirty minutes n then close my laptop. i have a problem but WHATEVER!! THROWS DOTTORE NSFW ALPHABET LIKE A GRENADE AND RUNS!!!

ii. includes — dottore, the clones, gn!reader

iii. cw — nsfw under the cut! mentions of overstimulation, bondage, orgasm control, power imbalance, smidge of dubcon, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, one mention of syringes n needles, implied established relationship

A -> Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

— He’s not one to outright pamper you, but he does clean you up and makes sure that the bruises he left won’t be too sore in the morning; but if you beg hard enough, he’ll begrudgingly kiss them better. Just use his words against him and tease him a little n he’ll reward you with some smooches! ez

B -> Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

— He’s indifferent to his body. On you, though, he goes crazy for your neck. Archons, the things he can do to it are endless. He loves covering it in bitemarks, wrapping his hands around it to feel your rapid pulse, sucking hickeys into the sensitive skin... and we can’t forget how much he loves watching you tilt your head to the side so he can inject whatever liquid is inside his syringe. Call it a mix of sensual and morbid fascination the way he’s obsessed with your neck

C -> Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— Dottore’s cum is opaque and on the thicker side, but its bitter and not particularly pleasant to swallow. You can’t really blame him; he’s a busy man and he neglects his health regularly. If you ask him nicely, he’ll try to, at least, sip on some pineapple or orange juice during the day so you don’t rush to spit out the cum that lands in your mouth. He also cums a lot, thanks to his involuntary abstinence in his younger years.........

D -> Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

— Has thought about fucking you in front of his segments multiple times (not fucking you with them, just having them watch you two go at it. big difference here). It’s usually fueled by irritation or jealousy from seeing you spend time with them, but sometimes he’ll get this random urge to just completely and utterly claim you in front of them to get under their skin. Also to overwhelm you. yk. just a bit ˙ᵕ˙

E -> Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

— Wasn’t very experienced before he met you. Had one or two awkward hookups during his Akademiya days, but he really had more knowledge about sex than actual experience (getting a bad blowjob doesn’t really count for experience)

F -> Favorite position

— You somehow always end up in the prone bone position if you’re on a flat surface. He loves restraining you, but doing so with his whole body takes the cake. He’ll have one hand wrapped around your throat with his elbow on the bed to hold him up (so he doesn’t completely crush you), and the other hand will be holding your hip with a bruising grip to angle your pelvis so he can thrust into you over n over again without mercy

— .....but having you ride him when he’s tired is worthy of being an honorable mention. Don’t think you’re in control though, because as soon as you start to get too cocky he’ll grab your waist n thrust up sharply to knock that smile off your face (affectionately)

G -> Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

— Very serious, he’ll go as far as to punish you for even trying to crack a joke or giggle at something he said or did (but it’s a dub whenever you’re in a bratty mood so it’s fiiiine). Same goes for his older segments. His younger clones are less uptight about it though, and sometimes they’ll let out a laugh when a funny noise happens, but they won’t necessarily make jokes during it

H -> Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

— Trims it when he remembers to, when it gets annoying, or when you point it out. He’s not a fan of being clean-shaven, but if you really want him to be he’ll do it. His pubic hair is a darker shade than his hair, and the first time you saw it you promptly said “so you don’t dye your hair!” (he immediately flicked your forehead)

I -> Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

— Dottore isn’t romantic, full stop. But on a scale of 1 through 10 he would be around a 6; could charm you and sweep you off your feet if he wanted to, but he finds more enjoyment in teasing you than being a gentleman.

J -> Jack off (masturbation hc)

— He forgets that’s even an option when he’s in Snezhnaya. Whenever he gets hard he’ll have you take care of it, whether it’s in the form of a quickie or completely ditching his work to fuck you. So he only really masturbates like... once a week, twice at most if you’re not in the mood to help him with his hard on.

— But when he has to go out to other regions for work and won't be with you for long periods of time? He gets off more often than he’d like to admit.

K -> Kink(s)

— Big fan of dacryphilia, spit/messy sex, overstimulation, any kind of restraints, edging, breathplay, power imbalance, biting, dirty talk, brat taming, double penetration and anything that tests your limits.

— Medium fan of sex under the influence of either alcohol or aphrodisiacs, somnophilia, exhibitionism, temperature play, slightly dangerous things like knife and gun play, and group sex (with his segments specifically, no one else. he’s possessive of you)

— Honorable mention: roleplay, to some extent. Mans loves to do a “medical checkup” on you every once in a while. And he’s more of a dom than a sub, too. His older segments have pretty much the same kinks as he does (ofc), but the younger ones tend to lean more towards being switchy than just. dom

L -> Location (favorite place to do the do)

— Has a bias for taking you in his office. Loves the idea that any of his segments could overhear the both of you going at it and all they can do is rub one out somewhere quiet. He’s so mean to them, using you like that.........

M -> Motivation (what turns them on)

— When you act like a brat, purposely teasing him n pushing his buttons..... makes his blood rush down to his cock. Can’t help thinking of the many ways he’ll put you in your place later

N -> No (immediate turn offs)

— Anything that has to do with his kid/youngest segments and his coworkers, the other Harbingers.

O -> Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

— Would rather receive than give, but won’t shy away from the opportunity to overstimulate you with his fingers/hands and tongue. Isn’t the best at giving head but will gladly take the time to learn what makes you cum the fastest if you want him to

P -> Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

— Dottore’s usually fast n rough, but he’ll have his moments where he wants to dote on you hard. His lack of affection catches up to him n he just wants to trace every curve of your body while languidly driving his cock inside of you sometimes, what can ya do

Q -> Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

— Prefers taking his time to tease you by a mile, but he loves quickies too (since he can very well tease you by having a quickie)

R -> Risk (are they game to experiment?) the irony of this wording isn’t lost on me

— He's game to experiment. If you’re on board, he’s always willing to try something at least once

S -> Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

— His younger segments tire out easily (virgins....... /affectionate) but his older ones, himself included, can go on and on and on. Him being a hermit n staying in his lab for multiple days at a time is extremely misleading, don’t be fooled!! He’ll overstimulate you to prove a point if you try to even poke fun at him n imply that he’ll get tired because he doesn’t “exercise” much (you’re his exercise, anyways)

T -> Toys (do they have any?)

— Dottore does have some (and has dabbled in making some, too), namely (big and small) vibrators, dildos, and restraints but most of the time he prefers doing without them than with. Usually. When he does use them, he’ll make the whole “session” about them.

— Controlling the rate in which a machine fucks you while he lazily jerks off in front of you, just out of your reach so you can’t touch him.... slowing down the silicone dildo’s pace when you start to get frustrated, making you even more frustrated..... yeah

U -> Unfair (how much they like to tease)

— He’s the WORST. The worst!!! You never know if he’ll overstimulate you, edge you, ruin your orgasm or just rile you up just to not do anything about it. Loves teasing you just as much as he loves to bury himself in his research (which is, obviously, a lot. good luck soldier)

V -> Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

— Definitely on the quieter side (and it’s totally not so he can hear you more clearly, nuh uh). Lets out grunts/growls and heavy puffs of air more than actual moans, but it just makes the times whenever you do manage to draw out a pretty boy moan even sweeter <3

W -> Wild card (a random hc)

— Il Dottore, the Second Harbinger, outcast of the Akademiya, is incredibly touchy. He’ll place his hand on your waist when he walks past you, he’ll keep a hand on your thigh when you’re accompanying him during a meeting. He needs to have a hand on you at all times /whenever it’s possible/, including when you’re having sex. Can’t go a single second without touching you, he would probably actually bite you without any remorse if you tried to tie his hands so he can’t touch you

X -> X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ )

— Bigger than most, but more of a grower than a shower. 3.8 inches soft and stands at a proud 7.4 inches when hard, with a 4.7 girth . Circumcised (don’t ask how), his skin is light (#FFEBCF) but his cock fades into a slightly darker color (#F7D4BC) while the head is more of a pretty n peachy tone (#F1A491). Has some light scarring in his pelvis area and a defined vein from the bottom of his shaft that stops shy of his glans. Also curves to the right just a bit.......

— His pubes r a dull-ish blue (#88B5D3)— while the hair on his head is a lighter, more teal blue for reference (#B6E0E0). Has a slight happy trail, too

Y -> Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

— He used to have a very low sex drive. In the beginning of your relationship, it wouldn't be uncommon for you two to go weeks without any action. As time went on though, he’s come to develop a higher sex drive and now has a mid to high libido. It’s your fault for being so tempting, really

Z -> Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

— Has the freakish ability to go right back to work as if nothing ever happened when you’re both finished, no matter how much you both cum...... makes him the perfect man to provide aftercare though. He’ll stay by your side while you drift off and then he’ll go back and do whatever he has to do— unless you cling onto him n pull him back to stay in bed. If that does happen, he’ll just sit in bed and read a book while you snooze away.

#the color html shit took so long good lord my fingers r cramping from doing ctrl c ctrl + v help me #dont come for me for describing his weewee in detail..........#i hope this doesnt flop #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin x you #dottore x you #dottore x gn reader #dottore smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #cw dubcon #cw knife play #cw gun play #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

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volvaofowls · 1 year ago

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Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader

This is my first time writing for Mayans. I know there are many fans of the show but I feel like there is not enough people writing for it and showing it love.

Note: I roughly guessed what the guys ages would be at the beginning of the series based on their apperance and actors' ages. I would love to know how old you think they are!

Bishop – 49

Taza – 62

Tranq – 44

Riz – 37

Creeper – 41

Gilly – 36

Coco – 34

Angel – 30

Ez – 26

Bishop – He didn’t have any qualms about his attraction to you in the beginning. Walking up to you when you were at the clubhouse and flirting with you, saying it was good to see you around. He didn't think too much about it, he likes the way he feels when you are responding to him in a positive way. Bishop lies to himself, he doesn’t purposefully seek you out in the crowd, but Taza points it out for him - "Don't worry Prez, your girl is outside, having a smoke with Gilly". - And that phrase hits him; the fact that someone has noticed his interest in you, and more so called you "his girl" - that spreads warmth in his chest. He wants you to be his girl, but he is not sure how you feel about it. Sure you reciprocate his attention, smile at him and spend more time with him than other members of MC, but it doesn't mean you want anything more with him than friendship. The age gap is large, Bishop could be your father; and the potential comments that would follow make him shrudder, yet the thought of you in his arms makes him think that he could deal with being the butt of the jokes for some time.

Taza – Taza thought that love is not for him anymore. But the familiar butterflies are starting to dance in his belly again when you laugh at his joke. He loves the feeling of it, but the moment he realises it he gets scared. He is not ready for it, he didn’t think it is possible, he is too old and commited too many sins to be rewarded with these emotions. Taza wonders what he can possibly offer you? His life is filled with violence and loneliness.But then he takes out his phone and sees your name across the screen Che thinks that maybe he can give it a try.

Tranq – Tranq is a rough man, for the majority of his life he had only his mother and the club. He is "El Pacificador", a giant of a man, always in the epicentre of fights. Even though he is not the loudest and meanest in the club he thinks he might be too imposing for you, scare you away. Let alone the fact that he is in his 40's. Still, when he is next to you Hank’s increased heart beat drowns out the doubts. Against his wishes the softer side of him comes out. The way you lean on Tranq's shoulder when you are tipsy, or when you ask specifically for his help with your car makes him feel special, and he never wants to let go of this feeling. Quite the opposite, he feels insatiable, he is hungry for your affection and Hank wants more of it. He is not a greedy man, he shares everything in life with his club, but you are someone Hank wants to keep all to himself.

Riz – Michael has been disillusioned with life long ago, many people in his life shunned him; only in the brotherhood of Mayans did he find the solace. Riz craves love, family and companionship is something he always secretly wanted. Maybe that's why he was always a ladies man - trying to fill a void in his life with someone, something. When he met you for the first time, it was hard to avert his eyes from you. You were like the smell of rain in summer before the thunder strikes, Riz felt that when you stepped into the clubhouse you brought change with you, and it was just for him, and he welcomes this feeling with an open heart.

Riz knows he likes what he is seeing and he wants you to like him as well. He just needs his chance to prove that he can make it work, and he does what he does best, trying to smooth talk you. Offering you a drink and showering in compliments. He wants you to have a good time with him, he sure does with you. Once you jokingly called him an "old man", Riz quickly shot back that he prefers "daddy" instead, laughing at your shy expression. Age is not a problem for him, not when it comes to you and what the two of you could have, and he is willing to show it to you.

Creeper – Creeper didn’t really think that romantic love was for him. Since childhood there was nothing but darkness staining his life, like he is punished for doing something in his past life and can never repent. So Neron never expects gifts from live; he takes, but only gives. He gives his loyalty and time to his club and he gives his love to you, Creeper doesn't feel like he is allowed to receive any back from you.

Neron feels disgusted with himself and his want for you. You are almost too clean for him, Creeper doesn't have the right to mess you up. He tries to avoid you, but it’s as if you are always seeking him out, sipping on water with him at the parties, forgoing the alcohol. All the time you are asking him about his tattoos, and one time while planning your own you reach out and touch his forearm where a faces of women are depicted. Neron feels burned, but its amazing, he wants to keep your hands there, on him, interested in him. He is scared of rejection, he wants your love, he is ready to trade anything in his poor life in order to be yours.

Gilly – Gilly is know for “disarming” ladies, but it was a shock to him when you swooped into his heart and disarmed him. This young woman, too young for him comes and can out-do him in telling dirty jokes? Who are you? And you are playfully offering to arm-wrestle him, losing instantly. But he loves it, he feels like a teenager again, trying to show off infront of you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realise it. Other guys are teasing him in good fun, but when one day Coco jokes “you better act up brother or all the younger ones will steal her from under your old nose” Gilly laughs with him but it makes him think “oh shit…. I don’t wanna lose her to anyone”.

Coco – He was a little apprehensive at first about his feelings for you. You have less of an age difference with Letty than with him. He thinks that what he is feeling for you is wrong, even if you are a grown person. Coco always tried to stay away from the things that he cares for, it’s easier that way, he doesn't hurt anyone but only himself that way. You are precious to him, you care for him and Letty seems to like you. He already made all the guys in the club aware that he is interested in you and not to treat you badly. When members from other charters come and you are there, he makes sure to be near you or to keep an eye on you. You should be treated with the outmost respect and gentleness. Gentleness is a funny word for Coco; mainly because nothing in his life is, but he wants to learn it for you.

Angel – Angel stopped caring what other people think long time ago. He feels like he always has to prove himself to others and its never enough. So when you praise him, Angel can't even stop himself, he is floored. You think he is amazing, and you support him when he has a bad day. You are younger, but he feels like he has to look up to you. You are showing him the way of how to live life without being afraid of rejection. Angel thought he is brave, but he relearns the defenition of it when he is with you. He doesn't see the age gap between you as a boundary, because there is so much you bring to his life. And Angel wants for the first time in his life too repay that affection, he wants to make it his mission to worship you and elevate you. You are his guardian angel.

Ez – He hasn't been lucky in love, EZ knows he falls in love fast and hard, but with you he feels like he is falling even harder. Even though your age gap is not too big, he feels like you have whole life ahead of you, he doesn't want you to be tied to him. There is so much you could be doing, travelling, things that EZ cannot join you on. But he is aching for you to choose him over everything else, although he will never admit it, as it will be too selfish. It feels like his life is fixable when you are together and he doesn’t have to just survive anymore, with you he can live.

#mayans imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc x reader #bishop losa x reader #taza romero x reader #hank loza x reader #riz ariza x reader #neron vargas x reader #gilly lopez x reader #coco cruz x reader #angel reyes x reader #ez reyes x reader

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