#hobiiwan

[1donoow]

DC REC

PT.2

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

batmom

batfam

batsis

bruce wayne

garfield logan

Jason todd

alfred pennyworth

batmom

@batfam-imagines - things batmom has definitely said

@dc-x-readers - open door policy (young justice x batmom)

@morgansunflower - sleep well my precious robin

- busted

@battymommastuff - injury

- hey mom (titan)

- that's my mom (amazonian!reader)

@timetravelassasin - mom us an assassin

@blackcupidangel - motherhood

@bluebellhairpin - video tapes

- what they call batmom

@kimberly-spirits13 - saving the day (scarlet witch!batmom)

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - batmom cleaning jason up after his first time as robin

@xoxo-mylove - i hate that soothing voice(dick grayson)

- new beginnings (jason todd)

@dragon-chica - batmom

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batfam

@butwhyduh - ___

@riotlain - batboy's s/o giving small gifts to them

@kayadrake123 - batboys x famous reader

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batsis

@current-interest-writings - nicknames a family tradition

@alessabriel - y/n wayne!venom (male reader)

@detectivemarvelingcomics - not your classic vigilante ch.2

@kimberly-spirits13 - batsibling with black panther suit/ persona

@flying-nightwing - life lesson (never kidnap a wayne kid)

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bruce wayne

@catxsnow - let's have a baby

@ellabxrnes - hypnotist

@invisibleanonymousmonsters - trauma (daughter!reader)

@headcans-oneshots-and-stuff - lost,found and consequences (toddler!reader)

@dragon-chica - faithful couple

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garfield logan

@busylickingsatansballs - pretty kitty

@hobiiwan - ___

@gangrenados - ___

- morning hc

@wondergotham - Being Best Friends w/Conner & Gar

@multifandomimaginesworld - dating gar logan would include

@ghostdrafts - gar logan dating headcannon

@kioelo - time

@idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 - you have a connection

@gars-jasons-gf - relationship hc pt.2

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jason todd

@ghost-soap - ___

@nightwings-circus - husband-zoned

@iheartdoll - jason todd hc

@cipheress-to-k-pop - curls

@a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all - perfect

@veronica-17-hood - ___

@s1ater - daddy's girl pt.1 (batsis)

@katsumox - jason todd headcannon

@rekiilysm - adore you

@redhoodedangel - scars that last (scarlet witch!reader)

@book-place - a day with jay (sister!reader)

@thebisexualdogdad - jason todd dating roy harper's brother

@ellana-ravenwood - draw me like one of your french boy

- A baby in the family

@kaleidoscopewritings19 - halloween special (black widow!reader)

@yourlocalcringydaydreamer - jason with autistic reader

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - Jason resting his head on reader's ass

- jason seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time

- jason with baby fever

- jason todd being soft for his girlfriend

- jason loosing the reader in a store

- jason getting babied

- bruce disapproving of reader and jason's relationship until

- jason's reading glasses

- ___(gentle giant!jason)

>>>>>teddy!verse<<<<<

•teddy referring reader as mother for the first time •protective mama bear •dad!jason meeting his wife for the first time •bruce talking with teddy!verse reader •mother's day lunch •jason calling the reader ridiculous pet names

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alfred pennyworth

@lazydoodlesandfanfic - needing a cheer up (daughter!reader)

[murdertoothpick]

got you (again)

Hunter x gn!Reader | w/c: 519

Warnings: stress, struggling to sleep, fellatio (oral sex, m receiving), 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: as y'all know I haven't written for SW in a long while and so I also haven't used my tag list recently. please mssg me if you'd like to be taken off or fill out this form to be added/ update your preferences. thank you <3

He wouldn’t ask—that much didn’t surprise you, not when he thought you were asleep, along with his brothers in the surrounding bunks, where they currently still are. But with every shift in the pilot's seat, every loud creak underneath the worn-down cushion, you would think you were the one with heightened senses as you struggled to fall asleep. Your concern was something else though. Something was bothering Hunter.

And there he was—sitting in that pilot’s seat with the backdrop of hyperspace halo’ing his silhouette. The strong shoulders that signal his reservations, a wall shielding the man beneath, the pillars that hold the weight of the galaxy.

And there you are—with soft footfalls following you to the cockpit, where you find Hunter, restless and tense.

It’s a conversation neither of you are fully equipped for at this time, to unload your grievances about your lives and the state of the galaxy, not while the both of you are so low on sleep. But there remains comfort in the few words you exchange that for now, are enough.

Then it’s the creak of the floor as you drop to your knees, settling between Hunter’s. The low moan he lets out as you snake your hand under his cod-piece, half suited up—always an eye out for danger. The clicks as you unfasten the plastoid and maneuver the fabric underneath to free his cock.

The way it gleams under the light afforded by the Marauder’s large windows. You can imagine arguing with Hunter at a different time about the best sights in the galaxy; you’d crudely argue in favour of his cock and he’d say it’s you in this position. Though you know it’s just to mask his honest answer—a cliché ‘you.’ The both of you can just agree on hyperspace.

Even as the Marauder almost suffocates with heat and exhaustion, Hunter shivers at your touch. The catch of your hands against every ridge and vein of his cock, thick and hard, every twitch of his hips.

A gasping ‘thank you’ when your lips wrap around his pretty, swollen tip, the swirl of your tongue catching his pre-cum as you consume him in more ways than one. A hum around his length as he moans for you. Hips bucking up, up, up, as you take him deeper.

I’ve got you. It’s okay. You’re safe.

A promise.

Hands intertwining. Hunter breaking out of his pleasure induced stupor to meet your eyes—yours that watch him carefully, wanting to push him over the edge, to let him let go.

He moans your name as he comes undone, and you take from him what you so selflessly gave him. It’s the caress of your face with his big hands that cause you to flush, watered eyes adoringly gazing up at his.

He murmurs another ‘thanks’ before helping you to your feet. A kiss to his forehead, then one to yours, and then you’re wordlessly returning to your bunk to go to sleep. You have no doubt that Hunter will join you after his watch is over, and that you will find him next to you when you awake.

@baroclinicinstability @kybacrystal @perpetual-fangirl900 @teletraan-meets-jarvis @foodandbooksplease @proadhog @sageislostinspring-pt2 @DwarfPlanet69 @ahsokatano-thetogruta @dinbeskarbaby @the-dreamy-mermaid @diagonallie5400 @Thotlympics @dolphincommander @99squad @bb-8 @ladykatakuri @shuttlelauncher81 @moonstrider9904 @14mcmd1122 @hobiiwan @kimageddon @incandescentlywarm @paige6768 @nahoney22 @techsnumber1simp @wolffeskitten @clonecyare @frietiemeloen @highladyofasgard @twistedstitcher27 @maddybrapsyo @rain-on-kamino (will be removing null tags)

[alderaani]

the shape of silence

this little fic is a gift for @hobiiwan as part of the @starwarssecretsanta event - i really hope that you like it! thanks so much to @lilhawkeye3​ for organising the event, it has been a really lovely thing to look forward to 🥰

summary: it has been two weeks since Nevarro, and Din is still trying to wrap his head around the quest he’s been given. he lands the Crest on a remote, wintery planet so that he can regroup and get his bearings | also readable on AO3

warnings: none, this is just a little fluffy winter-themed piece!

It’s too quiet. There’s the rumbling of the engine of course, the ever-present beat of the Crest’s mechanical heart, but apart from that…there is nothing. The deafening quiet of space lingers on the edge of his mind, like a predator hovering just out of sight. It sounds like it always does, after the bounty has been brought on board and sealed in carbonite, when Din is left exactly how he likes things. Alone, with his own thoughts.

Except this time, he isn’t. Silence, it turns out, can be very deceptive.

There is a clank somewhere deep in the hold and Din jumps, tripping over the corner of a storage crate and dropping the tarp he’d been trying to look under.

“Come on, kid…” he mutters, running a flustered hand over the top of his helmet. “Don’t do this to me.”

Something else rattles, ringing sharply through the durasteel. Somewhere in the gloom a little satisfied giggle echoes, a funny trilling sound that makes him smile through the sharp exasperation in his chest. Din sighs, slumping against the crate.

“I know you’re in there,” he tells the selection of equipment around him. There is no answer, but the silence feels bated, interested. Like someone is listening. “You’ve got to come out sooner or later.”

There is another giggle and the sound of many small things tinkling as they fall. Din groans and tips his head back.

“Anything you spill, you clean up on this ship,” he says, trying to be threatening, but even he can hear the defeat in his own voice. When there is more suspiciously long silence, he sighs again and crouches, lifting up the edge of the tarp and turning his heat sensors back on. Cold blue shapes swim muzzily on the HUD, and he’s just about to give up again and move on when a patch of orange flashes by. The little womp rat is back here all right, just as he suspected. A little bloom of relief spreads headily through him, but it’s not enough to dull the panic that has plagued him for the past several hours, from the moment he turned around in the pilot’s chair and realised the kid had vanished. 

The orange blur solidifies into a dense blob of red as the child comes out from behind more of the junk that Din has accumulated on jobs. Odds and ends mostly, things bounties had with them when they were taken and he’d kept because they’d looked useful. Boxes of scrap so that he can put the Crest back together when it is inevitably damaged. Stuff one absolutely would not want a small, overly curious infant to have full unrestrained access to. Din has seen the kid put a live frog into his mouth, so his opinion of the little gremlin’s judgement is not especially high. He keeps meaning to clear up, but he has yet to figure out how to baby proof a ship when the baby in question can move things with his mind.

The Razor Crest is not a big ship, but Din has quickly learned that that is very much a matter of perspective. He’d buckle the kid down if he thought it would work, but those little fingers are fast; he figured out the controls on his sleeping pod almost before Din did. The fact of the matter is that the child does not get put anywhere. He will tolerate being placed, if Din is lucky. Today he wasn’t.

The patch of glowing red shifts as Din watches. The child stoops, one small clawed hand reaching out to paw at the ground.

“I can see you, kid.” The red blob straightens, and then the shape of two large ears rotate in his direction. “Yeah, that’s right. We’re landing soon, get out here.”

There is a questioning chirp, and then the child is moving, emerging from the gloom. Din flicks off the heat sensors and looks down into a pair of large brown eyes as a body shuffles up to his leg and latches on to the fabric of his trousers with one hand. The other is closed tight, but Din catches a glint of silver through his fingers.

“Hey, what have you got there?” He plucks the kid up by the back of his robe and tucks him into the crook of one arm, then holds his free hand in front of his face, palm up. “Come on, hand it over.”

The kid makes no verbal response, but his ears flick down once, a dismissal if Din has ever seen one.

“I’m not negotiating,” Din says sternly, but it’s all a lie. He’s already starting to sweat a little at the look the kid gives him.

The child’s ears flicker again before he looks impassively out across the hold, hand held protectively against his midriff. Din keeps up the stalemate for a few moments, then hears something beep urgently in the cockpit. He sighs.

“Look, you give me whatever that is and I feed you. Sound good?”

This makes the child look up almost instantly, shifting in Din’s arms with a soft eager crowing noise. His hand twitches, and Din holds his breath. Then the cockpit beeps again and Din curses, half turning back towards the ladder. The kid has started making innocent burbling noises and is sitting placidly in Din’s arms, as if he hasn’t just dragged a seasoned bounty hunter on a several hour goose chase through the hull.

“I’ll double the jerky,” he pleads, patting the pouch on his belt for emphasis. “Come on kid, work with me here.”

The child grins. His little hand comes up and releases a collection of knuts and wire ends into Din’s palm, which he stows quickly into a pocket. He knows that he lost this round, but he’ll take whatever he can get at this point, so long keeps the kid alive and relatively out of trouble.

They get back into the cockpit just in time for the Crest to drop out of hyperspace, a shuddering rumble and then a familiar lurch sending him scrambling for the controls. There is a breathless, weightless moment as the sweeping dome of a planet materialises below, blotting out the stars. Din studies it quickly. Swirling grey clouds roiling within atmo, and where they break, mottled landscapes of white and green. He checks the navi-computer again for its name: Ayarth 4, cold, settled by mining colonies, covered in forest. Remote enough that not even Din knows it, because bounties clearly don’t stray here often. Perfect, in other words, for anyone that wants to lay low for a while.

As he sits in the pilot’s seat and sets the controls back to manual, Din feels a slight tugging on his boots and glances down to find the kid scaling his leg. He huffs out a laugh and moves his thigh so the womp rat can get a better grip, then can’t help the smile that spreads across his face when the kid drags himself into his lap and promptly sprawls, huffing as he draws his feet up under his robe out of the cold.

“You actually gonna take a nap, huh?” he asks, by now starting to recognise the sleepy droop to the child’s big brown eyes. It never happens when he hopes it will, but right now suits him just fine. The kid doesn’t say anything, but he curls his hand over the lip of Din’s thigh guard and rests his head on the exposed fabric, which seems answer enough.

As he lowers the ship into atmo and starts scanning the frozen ground for signs of civilization, Din reaches down to gently worry one of the baby’s ears between his fingers, sighing heavily to himself. The child weighs next to nothing, but he feels every ounce of the small body curled into his. 

The silence presses back in, interrupted this time by the roaring wind outside and the whining groan of the engines, but Din feels it all the same. He’s never minded quiet; when they were young Paz had always been the talker when necessary, happy to utilise the attention his size bestowed upon him so naturally. Din has always preferred to watch. He can read a person’s body, know exactly how they will move next in a fight, but words have too many faces.

Now though...now the silence feels too empty. He knows the deep abyss of space intimately - the feeling of great nothingness and infinite possibility stretching out in front of him. Has welcomed it, even. But there has always been something to go back to, in the past. A tether binding him to the rest of the galaxy throughout the solitary weeks and months drifting through stars. Now though, the covert is gone. They might reassemble, in time, but he has no way to find them even if they do, and so many will be gone. He has his mission, and that alone has kept him going through the two lonely weeks since Nevarro, the image of those piles of empty beskar seared into his mind. 

He’s self aware enough to know that he’s running, though. Panicking, almost. When they left, he was just trying to put as much distance between himself and the planet below in case of any straggling imperials that might try to follow their trail. Now they’re just drifting between fuel stations as he tries to fit his head around finding a people he has never heard of, let alone seen. A ‘race of enemy sorcerers’ no less...all he has to work with is a name, Jedi, and the way the kid’s ears perk up when he says it. He’s good at tracking people, good at chasing them to the far reaches of the galaxy and dragging them back to wherever they belong. But this feels like catching smoke. 

The kid snuffles in his sleep and his ears twitch as debris thumps against the hull. Din watches his eyelids flicker as he dreams and sighs, directing the Crest down towards a clearing. It’s maybe a mile away from where he can see lights and dwellings nestled among the trees. Far enough away to be discrete, close enough that they can run if he needs.

Dusk is falling when he lands, casting long blue shadows against the white ground. The sky, fractured and fragmented by trees, is bleeding purple and orange from a blood red sun. As the Crest settles the snow hisses, steam billowing up around the hot engines and drifting across the windshield. The baby stirs, blinking sleepily up at Din as he runs cool down checks and flips the safety switches, locking out his codes and setting everything to standby.

“Sorry, kid,” he murmurs, settling one hand at the back of his head. It’s too much to hope that he will go back to sleep. Already his ears are pricking, his head swivelling to focus on the little of the landscape visible through the transparisteel. Din thinks that his eyes are distant sometimes - not absent, but focusing on things that he cannot see. Going beyond. It wouldn’t surprise him if the baby’s strange powers allowed him to see through walls. He can already lift beasts, strangle people and heal them with his mind - what’s one more impossible thing?

Din lifts the child off his lap and sets him in his pod, leaving him to wake up more fully as he heads back into the hold and opens the weapons cache, gearing up in quick, practised motions. The new weight of the jetpack on his shoulders is still a thrill. His last blessing from Armourer. An affirmation that this is the right path, wherever it leads.

As he slings his rifle over his shoulder there is a little chirp. He looks down in time to see the kid’s pod bump gently into the open cache door; the child has his eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration, his hand raised. Din looks at his gauntlet and sees a little red light blinking on the pod control panel, one that he definitely did not switch on, and sighs, feeling his heart sink. 

“Very clever, kid,” he says, even as he resigns himself to never being able to find the child again. “I take it that means you’re ready to go?” 

The kid chirps again, giving him a toothy grin that falters into open amazement as the ramp hisses and lowers, revealing a world of muffled, glittering white. Snow has started falling again, a breaker of clouds rolling in to chase out the sunset and bringing the weather change with it. Din stops to wedge a spare scrap of fabric into the pod, looking critically at the child’s ears. He usually keeps the scraps on hand to clean his blasters, but they’ll do for this purpose too. 

The kid makes a funny crowing noise, reaching towards all that white, and tilts his head up at Din in silent demand.

“You’ve never seen snow before, huh? It’s cold, so keep that on. And let me know if your ears hurt.” He steps forward and fiddles with the pod controls so that that baby will stay level with him. “Best way to explain it is just to get out there. Come on.”

He finds himself almost excited as he steps out from under the metal plates of the Crest’s belly, keeping half an eye on the kid as he scans their surroundings for any hidden threat. The kid’s mouth opens in toothy delight, his brown eyes going big and dark and intense as he stares up into the darkening sky and the maze of swirling white. His little breaths puff up into the air and he reaches for it, babbling when it slides through his fingers and dissipates into the dusk. 

Then, his ears twitch, a quick reflexive motion. The kid turns to look behind him, then makes a disgruntled noise when there’s nothing there. His head tilts as he turns back to this new, interesting landscape, then his ears twitch again, flapping in a manner reminiscent of a sneeze. Din feels a smile creep onto his face as a large snowflake lands on the curve of the baby’s left ear, waiting with bated breath. He can’t stop the laugh ripping out of his throat when sure enough, the ears twitch again.

The kid whines, reaching up to cover his ears with his claws.

“It’s just the snow. It’s like rain, see?” Din says, still chuckling. He lets several flakes settle onto the back of one glove and holds it in front of the kid’s face, watching those clever little eyes latch onto the melting spots of white. The child reaches out to touch and makes a noise of consternation when the snow vanishes, bringing his hand to his mouth. “Yeah you got it, kid. It’s just water.” 

He turns back to the Crest and makes sure the ramp retracts, listening for the tell-tale triple click that means the lock has engaged. Mining communities tend to be insular, but not unpleasant. Not scavengers. He doubts there will be any trouble, but then, he thought that the kid would be a regular job, if high stakes. He’s quite done with surprises.

His breath bounces around the inside of his helmet, his boots creaking as they break through the frozen shell of the snow. It’s been a long time since he saw a view like this, even longer since he got to enjoy it.

“I say we head into the settlement and see if we can get some food. What do you think?” He says, turning back to the kid. He’s in time to see his closed eyes, to hear a coo of deep concentration - but what really gets his attention is the small wall of snow shooting towards the child’s outstretched hand.

“No, kid - wait!”

It’s too late. The force of the incoming snow sends the pod skittering, the child within flying backwards with a squeal as he is painted head to toe in white. He shakes his head like a dog, ears springing free. It’s the most disgruntled Din has ever seen him. 

“Bet you’re not gonna do that again, huh?” he chuckles, righting the pod and sweeping out the worst of the mess. 

The kid just holds his arms out, ears drooping as a lump of snow slides off the tip of his nose. Din huffs out a laugh and picks him up, tucking him under one arm and fishing out the blanket to drape over his legs. 

“When we come back later I’ll show you how to make snowballs. You had the right idea, but we’ve gotta work on your technique.” The kid huffs. “You’ve got to admit it was a little bit funny. Now, how about that food?”

The kid coos and settles his weight down, ears lifting as they set off through the trees. Din hones in on the distant flashes of strung up lights and squat houses, a warm orange glow fracturing off the ice. The child curls into the crook of his arm, now content to watch this new world unveil itself instead of bringing it to him, his face scrunching with every breath of wind. As they walk, he winds one small hand around Din’s thumb, his fingers worrying at the smooth orange leather.

Silence falls again, amplified by the way snow muffles everything, suspending them in a long unblemished moment. 

But this time, with the kid in his arms and the path stretching out in front of them, Din’s mind settles, crystallizing around the most important truth. 

Wherever it may take him, this is exactly where he’s meant to be.

[obirains-archive]

siren siren siren for the ocean asks~

Hey, Posie <333 Thanks for the ask!

siren: in a fantasy setting, would you be a warrior, rogue, or mage?

Ugh, mage absolutely. Like. It’s heresy but also I have such a fascination with the Old Lore tm. also i was a huge bbc merlin stan back in the day but that’s a secret so shhhhh

🌊 Ocean Asks 🌊

[catsnkooks]

Perfection

the Mandalorian x (gn) reader

word count: 660

rating: g

warnings: none just fluff!!

a/n: for @hobiiwan for the holiday gift exchange for @starwarsfandomfests i hope you like it!!

here it is on ao3

You hummed to yourself as you kneaded the dough on the kitchen counter of the rented house you were staying at while Mando hunted for a job. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the Child babble and play with the cookie cutters you had bought earlier that week. You smiled at him as he waved the cutter that looked like Mando in his chubby little hand.

“What are you making?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin. You knew Mando had come back about an hour ago from his hunt, but you hadn’t realized how silenthe could be out of his armor.

“Making sugar cookies,” you said, smiling at him. “I’ve almost got the dough ready. Do you want to help us cut them?”

Mando considered you with a tilted helmet for a moment and then turned to pluck the cutter from the Child’s hand, scratching his ear. “Sure.”

You helped the Child make bantha-shaped cookies while Mando made his own blaster-shaped ones with his knife. Then, you helped the Child make Mando out of cookie—using the generic human-shaped cutter to make his body and then adding his helmet to it. Then, you made the Child and lay them on the baking tray together. The Child clapped his hands and babbled happily at your creations.

Mando studied your cookies while you prepared the oven for baking. “Where’s your cookie?”

You turned to him in confusion. “What do you mean? I made plenty of cookies.”

He shook his head and pointed to the tray that had his and the Child’s figures as cookies. “No, you’re not on here.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks flushed as he pointed it out. “Well…you know…I just didn’t think….”

He shrugged. “You’re a part of us, you should have a cookie.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words. Thus far, you had never considered yourself part of Mando’s group. You just helped him take care of his kid while he was on the job.

You rolled out the rest of the dough and pressed the humanoid figure into it. Once you’d cleared away the rest of the dough, you added your noticeable features then placed it on the opposite side of the Child’s cookie, so there were three figures on the pan.

Mando nodded, satisfied, and placed the tray in the oven, along with the tray of banthas and blasters. While he watched the oven, you took the Child to the sink to wash off the flour and dough from his sticky fingers. Soon after, the sweet smell of cookies wafted through the kitchen. You opened the oven and clapped excitedly at the golden-brown cookies.

“They’re done!”

You carefully pulled the pans out of the oven and placed them on the counter to cool. You stood beside Mando as you both watched the Child play with his toys while waiting for the cookies to cool. Mando shifted beside you and cleared his throat.

“You seem happy when you’re making cookies,” he said.

You shrugged. “I baked a lot with my parents when I was a kid. It’s always stuck with me as a happy time.”

Mando nodded. “You know, if you ever want to bake more…I’d be happy to help you—if you wanted me to, of course.”

You looked up at him, wishing you could see his face from under the helmet to know if he was serious. But the way he spoke and the way he nervously fidgeted beside you, you knew he was serious. You smiled at him.

“Of course, I’d love to have you help,” you said, your cheeks hurting with the intensity of your smile. “It’ll be our new tradition.”

He nodded and you could have sworn you heard him sigh in relief. “Yeah, our new tradition.”

You turned back around to face the cookies cooling on the pans, your heart warm and fuzzy. The three figures on the pan waved back at you.

Your new family was perfect.

[loth-wolffe]

making a new post bc the other was getting kinda long eheheh but!!! thank u so much my dear mel @smoldjarin for tagging<3

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soldier or/and medic in the GAR

you are an amazing human being who probably deserves better, but you’re rolling with what you’ve got. you’re always there for everyone no matter what. you probably make really good brownies. or are really good at making spotify playlists for whatever people are going through. im getting feral child or mom friend vibes… either way, the Exasperated Sigh when your friends do something stupid is definitely a big part of your life. maybe a problem solver type, but its not a bad thing.

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[codenamewitcher]

codenamewitcher’s Weekly Fanfic Recs for Nov. 1, 2020 - Nov. 7, 2020

Din Djarin

Keldabe (Oneshot) by @lordabovehelpme​ Din Djarin x reader Din has been giving the reader keldabe kisses and they don’t know what it quite means yet.

Security (On going series) by @dindjarindiaries​ Din Djarin x Princess/female!reader A princess on the run ends up becoming apart of Din’s crew to help him raise and protect the Child but turns out she has a bounty on her head just like the Child. (Warnings: violence, language, angst, trauma, and fluff)

bring you in cold (Oneshot, 1.3k words) by @santigarcia​ Din Djarin x implied f!reader where a bounty hunt goes wrong, the reader falls into the ice, and Din has to warm the reader up.

Stupid, Noble, Hero (Oneshot, 600+ words) by @ollypopp​ Din Djarin x f!reader WARNING: Contains spoilers for S2E1. Din does that dumb thing he did in that epsiode and the reader reacts to it. Warnings: angst, violence, and language)

figure it out (Oneshot, 2.5k words) by @thedevilwearsbeskar​ Din Djarin x reader where Din doesn’t specify what type of relationship they have, but once the reader starts talking to someone else at a bar, he gets jealous. Warnings: language.

Hot Springs (Oneshot, 3k words) by @mandoalorian​ Din Djarin x f!reader Warnings: S2E2 spoilers and smut.

din djarin with an anxious s/o (headcanons) by @athxna-writes​ Din Djarin x reader as someone with really bad anxiety, I really enjoyed this! Warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and self harm

Take It Off (Oneshot, 1.9k words) by @barnes-dameron​ Din Djarin x f!reader Din gets jealous over who close you and Cobb got. Warnings: Slight S2E1 spoilers, smut, and language

Little Intimate Things (Headcanons) by @starryeyedstories​ Din Djarin x reader, just a bunch of cute things that Din and the reader do together. WHOLE LOTTA FLUFF

the aftermath of a krayt dragon and a trusty jet pack (Oneshot, 1k words) by @hobiiwan​ Din Djarin x reader, again Din does that stupid ass thing in S2E1 and the reader lets him know they aren’t okay with it. Warnings: angst, violence, and fluff

[hoodedbirdie]

@dindjarindiaries @mcfreakin-bitch @tintinwrites @damerondjarin @queenofspades6 @hobiiwan @blacksquadron-rougetwo @din-damn-djarin

And everyone who wants to come along ...

[hobiiwan]

psa

hello friends ive changed my url from cloudykooks to hobiiwan

now it perfectly combines my love for both Star Wars and my ot7 babeys

[murdertoothpick]

congratulations, my dear! so proud of you. if drabble are still open, can i request 9 and/or 23 with hunter?

under the stars

Hunter x gn!Reader; hurt comfort for reader, prompt: [9] - nightmare | w/c: 463 | 501st follower prompt list

A/N: officially my last bit of writing for 2021 because my clock is about to hit the new year in literally a minute. all my love for 2022 <3

'Can't sleep?'

You're startled by the sudden interruption to your self-contained thoughts—and yet, find yourself latching onto that simple question with clambering hands. The new presence in the room is a helping hand, there to keep you from drowning in your own turbulence. Accordingly, the blurred lines of hyperspace become lost to you as you attempt to calm yourself enough to quell the tremor in your voice.

'Sorry,' you reply with restraint, 'didn't mean to wake you.'

Hunter shuffles behind you, soft footsteps stepping closer in a non-threatening manner—assuring you that he wasn't intending to sneak up on you. 'Not your fault,' he dismisses your apology, 'Heightened senses, remember?'

There's a hint of a chuckle in his reminder. It's an honest attempt to lighten the tension.

'Of course,' you smile unconvincingly, 'how could I forget?'

As you look over your shoulder, you hope that Hunter doesn't see the weariness in your expression under the shadows of the cockpit. Unfortunate for you, you know that he doesn't need enhanced senses to read you better than anybody else. You just wish it wasn't him that found you tonight.

'What's wrong?' he asks - and there's something so contagious between you and him that when he frowns, your sad attempt for a smile immediately abandons its stage position so that your expression can mirror his. You internally cringe at the futility of your basic performance.

'It was nothing,' you attempt to shake it off - playing it as no big deal, 'Just a nightmare.'

'Yeah?' he steps around your chair, kneeling to your height. A hand rests on your knee, offering you the opportunity to seek the comfort you need from him but careful not to crowd into your space and back you into a corner. 'Do you want to talk about it?'

You gulp. 'Not really, no.'

'That's alright,' he assures you in a lowered voice, matching your volume, 'Do you want me to take you to bed?'

A real smile graces your face this time. Even your tired eyes shimmer as you bite back a giggle at his suggestion.

'Not like that,' Hunter chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head at your misinterpretation.

'I know,' you hum, the moment bringing you slightly more comfort. 'But stay?' you timidly request, 'Here - with me. I just want to watch the stars for a little longer.'

'Of course,' Hunter smiles, his lips turning upwards the more he sees your face morph into an expression of comforted-bliss and relief. He intertwines his fingers with yours, holding onto your hand as he takes the seat next to yours.

And as you approach a sense of contentment straying away from the troubling start to your night, Hunter finds himself with his own struggle:

To look at the stars, or you?

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[obirains-archive]

happy birthday!!! hope you have a lovely day💕

Thank you so much, Posie!!! Ily 💕

[murdertoothpick]

Heyaaa dear! If you're feeling like it, maybe [14] (warm) with Fives?

Take care <3

- Meda

YEAHHHHH here you go babes

warm

Fives x gn!Reader; morning fluff! | w/c: 274 | 501st follower prompt list

You quirk your brow in the fresher mirror, tilting your head towards the door left ajar to acknowledge the muffled sound coming from the bedroom.

'You okay?' you shout, diverting your attention back to washing your face and awaiting a response from the decorated ARC trooper in your bed, for once relaxed and free of his responsibilities.

Fives groans again, the sound muffled with his face pressed against the plush of your mattress. You hear the shuffle of fabric as he rolls over in bed, his voice now clearer though still rough with sleep.

'Come back to bed,' he answers groggily, followed by a mumbled 'Miss you.'

You roll your eyes at him despite the fact he can't see you. 'Okay bossy,' you chide, moving to dry off your wet hands, 'I've barely been gone for five minutes.'

'I know,' he groans, shuffling again, 'Your side is still warm. Hurry up.'

'Or what?' you laugh.

'Or...it'll get cold and I'll get hypothermia.'

You emerge from the fresher, an amused look on your face as you approach Fives by the bed. 'That's not how you get hypothermia, dumbass,' you wave your hand at him, 'Scoot over.'

'And I'm the bossy one,' he scoffs, remaining still, 'I was keeping your pillow warm by the way.' He stretches his arm to the side, prompting you to lie next to him, 'You're welcome.'

You giggle, sliding under the blanket and curling into his warmth, his arm instinctively circling around your shoulders. You murmur a 'thank you' into his chest, but not before you smother his feet with your cold ones and laugh at the yelp he lets out.

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