mandoalorian

[mandoalorian]

but daddy i love him!

Based on the song by Taylor Swift.

Javier Peña x F Reader

WC: 1500

Warnings: abusive parents, mentions of slut shaming

Masterlist

Please reblog if you love Javi and/or Taylor!

In the heart of Colombia's tumultuous landscape, Javier Peña found himself entwined in a love affair that defied all logic and reason. He was the seasoned DEA agent, battle-worn and weary, while you were the enigmatic beauty who danced through life with a reckless abandon that both fascinated and terrified him. Your love was a whirlwind, sweeping you up in its tempestuous embrace, defying the boundaries of convention and societal norms. As whispers of disapproval echoed through the streets, you clung to each other, determined to forge your own path.

From the moment you met, sparks flew like wildfire, igniting a passion that neither could extinguish. Javier was drawn to your fiery spirit, your fearlessness in the face of danger, while you found solace in his strength, his unwavering dedication to his cause.

Before you decided to tell your family about your relationship, you and Javier embarked on a journey to your childhood home. The drive was long, the miles stretching out before you like an endless ribbon of asphalt. But with Javier by your side, the miles seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of his presence and the promise of a new beginning.

As you pulled up to the familiar house that held so many memories, you felt a sense of trepidation wash over you. Javier reached over and squeezed your hand reassuringly, his touch grounding you in the present moment.

“They— they’ve never supported me, my family,” you admitted, flushing with heat as you stepped up to your porch. It wasn’t so much shame that filled you, than it was regret. You wished you’d told Javier this sooner.

“You are doing the right thing cariño, telling them the truth. Telling them about us. If they don’t like it then that’s on them, but they’ll never come between our love.” Javier brushed his thumb over your jaw and planted a chaste kiss atop your lips.

You hummed and smiled against his mouth, letting yourself linger before pulling away. Javier was right. God, your family drove you crazy. They drove you manic. And you figured, fuck it, if they don’t like you and Javier then that would be it. Fuck them. You were happy and you deserved this.

Together, you walked up the path to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest with each step. The door swung open, revealing the familiar faces of your family members, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.

And then, as you sat in your childhood home, surrounded by familiar faces, you took a deep breath and prepared to reveal your secret...

But first, you sat down at the dinner table with Javier and your parents. Your father was a newly retired DEA agent and had for sure heard about Javier’s reputation. In fact, he was the one who warned you about Javier in the first place. And now, with his greatest fears realised, Javier was sat at the forefront of the table facing your dad, twirling the pasta around his silverware, idly.

"Mom, Dad, there's something I need to tell you," you began, your voice trembling slightly.

“Let me guess, you’re sleeping with Peña?” Your dad grumbled crudely. “Well, he’s just had about every girl in Bogota, I suppose it was about time he got around to you.”

Javier made a fist but stayed silent. He didn’t have to speak, because you would defend his honour.

“I’m in love with him, daddy.” You said quietly. You weren’t going to fight it. You’d spend your whole life fighting for your parents love and celebration, but now that you had Javi, you didn’t have to anymore.

“You can’t be in love with him. He’s a killer.” Your mother spat.

“Acting like you didn’t marry a killer too, mama,” you quickly countered, narrowing your eyebrows. “I love him.”

With a sleuth of slurs leaving your father’s mouth, about how you were a slut and a disgrace to the family, you decided it was time for you to go.

But not without a bang.

“And there’s something else you should know… I’m having his baby.”

Javier’s eyes snapped to meet yours. Your mother’s complexion greyed and you thought your father might burst a blood vessel. And then, you couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t hold the joke for too long. You saw your father near cardiac arrest.

“No I’m not! But you should see your faces.” You laughed and Javier felt a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Your sudden burst of laughter was tinged with mania as you stood up, chair scraping against the oak floor, and grabbed your purse.

Your family stared at you in disbelief, their expressions shifting from shock to confusion. But you could see the relief in their eyes, a fleeting glimpse of understanding that you knew would never last.

As you left your childhood home behind, the weight of your deception heavy on your shoulders, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. For you had tested their loyalty and found it lacking, confirming what you had always known deep down.

And as you walked away, hand in hand with Javier, you knew that you were bound together by something far stronger than blood or obligation. You were bound by love, a love that would endure against all odds.

Years passed, and your love only grew stronger with each passing day. Despite the challenges you faced, you stood by each other's side, weathering every storm that came your way.

And then, on a warm summer day, you stood together on a secluded beach, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and gold. With the sound of the waves crashing against the shore as your witness, you exchanged vows of love and commitment, promising to stand by each other for all eternity.

It was just the two of you, alone in your love, with no one else to bear witness to your union. For you had learned that true love didn't need the approval of others, that it was enough to have each other.

And as you danced beneath the stars, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you had found your happily ever after, against all odds.

[mandoalorian]

but daddy i love him!

Based on the song by Taylor Swift.

Javier Peña x F Reader

WC: 1500

Warnings: abusive parents, mentions of slut shaming

Masterlist

Please reblog if you love Javi and/or Taylor!

In the heart of Colombia's tumultuous landscape, Javier Peña found himself entwined in a love affair that defied all logic and reason. He was the seasoned DEA agent, battle-worn and weary, while you were the enigmatic beauty who danced through life with a reckless abandon that both fascinated and terrified him. Your love was a whirlwind, sweeping you up in its tempestuous embrace, defying the boundaries of convention and societal norms. As whispers of disapproval echoed through the streets, you clung to each other, determined to forge your own path.

From the moment you met, sparks flew like wildfire, igniting a passion that neither could extinguish. Javier was drawn to your fiery spirit, your fearlessness in the face of danger, while you found solace in his strength, his unwavering dedication to his cause.

Before you decided to tell your family about your relationship, you and Javier embarked on a journey to your childhood home. The drive was long, the miles stretching out before you like an endless ribbon of asphalt. But with Javier by your side, the miles seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of his presence and the promise of a new beginning.

As you pulled up to the familiar house that held so many memories, you felt a sense of trepidation wash over you. Javier reached over and squeezed your hand reassuringly, his touch grounding you in the present moment.

“They— they’ve never supported me, my family,” you admitted, flushing with heat as you stepped up to your porch. It wasn’t so much shame that filled you, than it was regret. You wished you’d told Javier this sooner.

“You are doing the right thing cariño, telling them the truth. Telling them about us. If they don’t like it then that’s on them, but they’ll never come between our love.” Javier brushed his thumb over your jaw and planted a chaste kiss atop your lips.

You hummed and smiled against his mouth, letting yourself linger before pulling away. Javier was right. God, your family drove you crazy. They drove you manic. And you figured, fuck it, if they don’t like you and Javier then that would be it. Fuck them. You were happy and you deserved this.

Together, you walked up the path to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest with each step. The door swung open, revealing the familiar faces of your family members, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.

And then, as you sat in your childhood home, surrounded by familiar faces, you took a deep breath and prepared to reveal your secret...

But first, you sat down at the dinner table with Javier and your parents. Your father was a newly retired DEA agent and had for sure heard about Javier’s reputation. In fact, he was the one who warned you about Javier in the first place. And now, with his greatest fears realised, Javier was sat at the forefront of the table facing your dad, twirling the pasta around his silverware, idly.

"Mom, Dad, there's something I need to tell you," you began, your voice trembling slightly.

“Let me guess, you’re sleeping with Peña?” Your dad grumbled crudely. “Well, he’s just had about every girl in Bogota, I suppose it was about time he got around to you.”

Javier made a fist but stayed silent. He didn’t have to speak, because you would defend his honour.

“I’m in love with him, daddy.” You said quietly. You weren’t going to fight it. You’d spend your whole life fighting for your parents love and celebration, but now that you had Javi, you didn’t have to anymore.

“You can’t be in love with him. He’s a killer.” Your mother spat.

“Acting like you didn’t marry a killer too, mama,” you quickly countered, narrowing your eyebrows. “I love him.”

With a sleuth of slurs leaving your father’s mouth, about how you were a slut and a disgrace to the family, you decided it was time for you to go.

But not without a bang.

“And there’s something else you should know… I’m having his baby.”

Javier’s eyes snapped to meet yours. Your mother’s complexion greyed and you thought your father might burst a blood vessel. And then, you couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t hold the joke for too long. You saw your father near cardiac arrest.

“No I’m not! But you should see your faces.” You laughed and Javier felt a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Your sudden burst of laughter was tinged with mania as you stood up, chair scraping against the oak floor, and grabbed your purse.

Your family stared at you in disbelief, their expressions shifting from shock to confusion. But you could see the relief in their eyes, a fleeting glimpse of understanding that you knew would never last.

As you left your childhood home behind, the weight of your deception heavy on your shoulders, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. For you had tested their loyalty and found it lacking, confirming what you had always known deep down.

And as you walked away, hand in hand with Javier, you knew that you were bound together by something far stronger than blood or obligation. You were bound by love, a love that would endure against all odds.

Years passed, and your love only grew stronger with each passing day. Despite the challenges you faced, you stood by each other's side, weathering every storm that came your way.

And then, on a warm summer day, you stood together on a secluded beach, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and gold. With the sound of the waves crashing against the shore as your witness, you exchanged vows of love and commitment, promising to stand by each other for all eternity.

It was just the two of you, alone in your love, with no one else to bear witness to your union. For you had learned that true love didn't need the approval of others, that it was enough to have each other.

And as you danced beneath the stars, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you had found your happily ever after, against all odds.

[mandoalorian]

but daddy i love him!

Based on the song by Taylor Swift.

Javier Peña x F Reader

WC: 1500

Warnings: abusive parents, mentions of slut shaming

Masterlist

Please reblog if you love Javi and/or Taylor!

In the heart of Colombia's tumultuous landscape, Javier Peña found himself entwined in a love affair that defied all logic and reason. He was the seasoned DEA agent, battle-worn and weary, while you were the enigmatic beauty who danced through life with a reckless abandon that both fascinated and terrified him. Your love was a whirlwind, sweeping you up in its tempestuous embrace, defying the boundaries of convention and societal norms. As whispers of disapproval echoed through the streets, you clung to each other, determined to forge your own path.

From the moment you met, sparks flew like wildfire, igniting a passion that neither could extinguish. Javier was drawn to your fiery spirit, your fearlessness in the face of danger, while you found solace in his strength, his unwavering dedication to his cause.

Before you decided to tell your family about your relationship, you and Javier embarked on a journey to your childhood home. The drive was long, the miles stretching out before you like an endless ribbon of asphalt. But with Javier by your side, the miles seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of his presence and the promise of a new beginning.

As you pulled up to the familiar house that held so many memories, you felt a sense of trepidation wash over you. Javier reached over and squeezed your hand reassuringly, his touch grounding you in the present moment.

“They— they’ve never supported me, my family,” you admitted, flushing with heat as you stepped up to your porch. It wasn’t so much shame that filled you, than it was regret. You wished you’d told Javier this sooner.

“You are doing the right thing cariño, telling them the truth. Telling them about us. If they don’t like it then that’s on them, but they’ll never come between our love.” Javier brushed his thumb over your jaw and planted a chaste kiss atop your lips.

You hummed and smiled against his mouth, letting yourself linger before pulling away. Javier was right. God, your family drove you crazy. They drove you manic. And you figured, fuck it, if they don’t like you and Javier then that would be it. Fuck them. You were happy and you deserved this.

Together, you walked up the path to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest with each step. The door swung open, revealing the familiar faces of your family members, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.

And then, as you sat in your childhood home, surrounded by familiar faces, you took a deep breath and prepared to reveal your secret...

But first, you sat down at the dinner table with Javier and your parents. Your father was a newly retired DEA agent and had for sure heard about Javier’s reputation. In fact, he was the one who warned you about Javier in the first place. And now, with his greatest fears realised, Javier was sat at the forefront of the table facing your dad, twirling the pasta around his silverware, idly.

"Mom, Dad, there's something I need to tell you," you began, your voice trembling slightly.

“Let me guess, you’re sleeping with Peña?” Your dad grumbled crudely. “Well, he’s just had about every girl in Bogota, I suppose it was about time he got around to you.”

Javier made a fist but stayed silent. He didn’t have to speak, because you would defend his honour.

“I’m in love with him, daddy.” You said quietly. You weren’t going to fight it. You’d spend your whole life fighting for your parents love and celebration, but now that you had Javi, you didn’t have to anymore.

“You can’t be in love with him. He’s a killer.” Your mother spat.

“Acting like you didn’t marry a killer too, mama,” you quickly countered, narrowing your eyebrows. “I love him.”

With a sleuth of slurs leaving your father’s mouth, about how you were a slut and a disgrace to the family, you decided it was time for you to go.

But not without a bang.

“And there’s something else you should know… I’m having his baby.”

Javier’s eyes snapped to meet yours. Your mother’s complexion greyed and you thought your father might burst a blood vessel. And then, you couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t hold the joke for too long. You saw your father near cardiac arrest.

“No I’m not! But you should see your faces.” You laughed and Javier felt a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Your sudden burst of laughter was tinged with mania as you stood up, chair scraping against the oak floor, and grabbed your purse.

Your family stared at you in disbelief, their expressions shifting from shock to confusion. But you could see the relief in their eyes, a fleeting glimpse of understanding that you knew would never last.

As you left your childhood home behind, the weight of your deception heavy on your shoulders, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. For you had tested their loyalty and found it lacking, confirming what you had always known deep down.

And as you walked away, hand in hand with Javier, you knew that you were bound together by something far stronger than blood or obligation. You were bound by love, a love that would endure against all odds.

Years passed, and your love only grew stronger with each passing day. Despite the challenges you faced, you stood by each other's side, weathering every storm that came your way.

And then, on a warm summer day, you stood together on a secluded beach, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and gold. With the sound of the waves crashing against the shore as your witness, you exchanged vows of love and commitment, promising to stand by each other for all eternity.

It was just the two of you, alone in your love, with no one else to bear witness to your union. For you had learned that true love didn't need the approval of others, that it was enough to have each other.

And as you danced beneath the stars, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you had found your happily ever after, against all odds.

#pedro pascal #Javier Peña #javier peña x reader #taylor Swift #but daddy i love him #tppd #the tortured poets department #Pedro pascal x you #Pedro pascal fanfiction

[mandoalorian]

Return of the Jedi [Max Lord x gn!Reader]

Summary: You and Alistair are heartbroken when you find out opening week tickets for Return of the Jedi have sold out. So Maxwell calls an old friend and organises a special surprise for his little family.

Warnings: food mention

Word count: 2000>

Author’s note: I received a request to write a Maxwell Lord x neurodivergent!Reader from @smoldjarin . They provided me with so much information in regards to autism, stimming, hyperfixations and more. I had so much joy writing this and I hope you find joy in reading it too. I couldn’t have done this without Melissa. I just hope I done it justice. (PS— I wanted to include Melissa’s love for Star Wars in this. I think we all, as Pedro stans, love Star Wars).

Maxwell wanted to pull his hair out. He had no idea what you and Alistair were yapping on about, but, evidently, it was something you both felt very passionate about. He’d seen you enthusiastic like this before, sure, but this was the first time he’d ever seen Alistair so hyped up. His brown eyes were gleaming as he hopped up and down.

“He literally said ‘I am your father!’ you laughed and Alistair let out a long groan.

“Yeah but he’s the bad guy! And the bad guys always lie,” Alistair explained — and that statement alone was enough to make Maxwell frown. ‘The bad guys always lie’ ... Ironic, to say the least. But, Alistair did make an excellent point. “I don’t trust him.”

You giggled and pulled Alistair into your lap. You’d never found it easy, touching people and being so close to them, but Alistair has grown to be an exception. He was like a son to you.

“Well, I suppose all will be revealed next week.” you told the ebony haired boy, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You and Alistair got along really well, and Maxwell couldn’t be more grateful, but it was the moments when you both babbled on about Star Wars that had him feeling the most clueless. Granted, he hadn’t found the chance to sit through the movies, but he wanted to because he knew how much it meant to you and his son.

He was also made blissfully aware that the third and final instalment of the trilogy was being released next week, because you and Ali couldn’t stop talking about it. Even in the moments when Alistair wasn’t there, you expressed your excitement to Maxwell. He found it endearing though. He loved it when you talked about your interests and current hyper-fixations. Which is why his heart broke when you read the Friday morning paper and found out all the tickets for opening week were sold out.

Max, despite having no interest in Star Wars, was devastated when he saw the look on your face. He especially didn’t want to be the person who had to break the bad news to Alistair.

“I was really looking forward to it.” You mumbled sadly, your eyes fixated on your cereal. You only had a little left to eat, but truthfully, you’d lost all appetite. These movies and this franchise meant the absolute world to you, and now no doubt you’d have the final movie spoiled for you at work or by the television.

“Oh darling,” Maxwell hummed, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you tight. You relished in his warmth and found yourself getting lost in the comforting scent of his sweet musk cologne. “I know. And I’m sorry,” the silence between you both broke his heart. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll fix this.”

You weren’t sure how he could possibly fix this. There were simply no more seats available in the movie theatres. He couldn’t just spawn in more seats. What Maxwell Lord did have though, was power, influence and money— and when he put his mind to something, he was sure to get it done. You had never met anyone more determined than him.

He didn’t want to leave you that morning, but duty called and he had to go to work. You tried your hardest to push through the day, ignoring this morning’s revelation. You opted to meet up with a friend at the park, and got ice cream. But when you’re friend told you they’d got tickets, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. You deserved these tickets. It just wasn’t fair.

Maxwell was struggling to focus on his work too. He was running out of bright ideas, but he didn’t just want his statement from this morning to be another empty promise. He actually wanted to fix this. He’d do anything to make you and Alistair happy.

Then it struck him. If his life was a kids cartoon, an illuminated lightbulb would’ve popped above his head. He buzzed his assistant, Raquel, into his office.

“Mr. Lord?” she smiled, walking towards his pine wood desk. Maxwell combed his fingers through his golden locks of hair and looked up at the blonde girl.

“Do I know anyone who is in the uh— the new Star Wars movie?” He inquired.

Raquel was expecting some question about the latest oil numbers, or a request for more supplements — so to say she was taking aback by her boss’ query was an understatement.

She thought for a moment. “Well, Harrison Ford has been a long time investor for Black Gold. He attended last year’s charity gala. Do you remember?”

Of course Maxwell remembered. How could one forget about being in the presence of Hollywood A-Lister Harrison Ford? “Harrison’s in Star Wars?” Maxwell quizzed, trying to hide his piqued curiosity. “Bring me his number. I have to make a call.”

———

Maxwell was so excited to get home and share the good news with you and Alistair. You greeted him just as you normally did, with a loving embrace and a gentle kiss.

“How was your day sweetheart?” your boyfriend asked, smoothing out your hair.

You shrugged. “Fine I s’pose,” you told him. “How was work?”

Maxwell’s grin only grew. “Bring Alistair in.” he beamed.

You called for the boy who had been playing with his action figures in his bedroom. His mom had dropped him off about an hour before Maxwell got home. You and Ali snuggled into each other on the crushed velveteen sofa as Maxwell paced backwards and forwards. It wasn’t nervous pacing though, he was bubbling with anticipation.

“I hope you’re all excited for tomorrow night,” Maxwell began, before flashing three pristine Return of the Jedi tickets before yours and Alistair’s eyes. “Because I met with my good friend Han Solo for lunch and he has given us access to a private screening on Sunday night. So we get to see the movie before the rest of the world.”

You felt like you were in a dream. He’d done it. He’d actually fixed it. You didn’t know how and you knew better than to question him, but it didn’t matter because he somehow managed to fix this and it was all to you and Alistair. You’d found it so hard to find someone who loved you for you, who didn’t mind your stims and who encouraged your hyperfixations. But Maxwell was that man and you couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten.

Alistair bounced up and jumped on his dad, almost knocking him over in the process. Maxwell wrapped his arms around the six year old and picked him up.

“Daddy! Thank you thank you thank you!” he squealed, unable to contain his ecstatic grin. “I had no idea you were friends with Han Solo!”

Maxwell smiled. “Oh yeah, me and Han go way back. I used to co pilot with him on the—“ Maxwell paused for a second as he tried to recall what Harrison told him. He had to get this right. “—Millennium Falcon?”

Both yours and Alistair’s jaw dropped. Gods, he was good at this. Maxwell may have been a brilliant businessman but he was an even better father.

“Does that mean you know Luke and Leia too?” Alistair asked.

“Oh yes.” Maxwell nodded, despite having no idea who Luke and Leia were.

“And Chewbacca?”

Chewbacca? Maxwell thought. What kind of name was that? Never the less he smiled and nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And Artoo and Threepio?”

Maxwell blinked. “Yep.” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Wow daddy,” Alistair hummed, snuggling into his dad’s chest. “I’m so excited.”

Maxwell dropped Alistair the ground and kneeled to his level. “You should put on your jammies and have an early night. That way, tomorrow will come around quicker.”

“Okay!” Alistair agreed enthusiastically before running back into his bedroom.

“And remember Ali!” Maxwell called. He cleared his throat and pointed his finger. “I am your father.”

That was it. That was the last straw. You’d tried your hardest to hold back your laughter as Max humoured his son, but seeing your boyfriend do a Darth Vader impression was something else.

Max sighed and sat down next to you, pulling your body into his lap. “I love you so much, my dear.”

You grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you too. I can’t believe you did all of this.” you revealed.

“I always keep my promises.” he replied with the most genuine smile.

———

The movie was a success, and even Maxwell enjoyed it, which was very unexpected.

“I can’t believe Darth Vader was telling the truth,” Alistair sighed, exasperated. It had been a long day for sure, and his cheeks were still rosy with excitement. “I’m so glad Darth Vader isn’t my dad.”

Maxwell tutted.

“But he turned good in the end,” You smiled, taking Ali’s hand. “He saw what truly mattered. He had to save his son.”

Yeah, the parallels between Vader and Luke and Maxwell and Alistair were interesting to say the least.

“Daddy, who was your favourite character?” Alistair asked.

Maxwell thought for a moment. “I liked that guy in the green armour, he was cool. He sorta reminds me of, well, me.”

“Boba Fett?” Alistair quirked an eyebrow. “Oh daddy, no one is as cool as Boba Fett.”

Maxwell feigned a gasp. “Not even your old

man?”

Alistair giggled and rolled his eyes. “I liked the Ewok!” he announced and then tugged on your hand. “Who did you like?”

“I like Leia,” you beamed. “She’s strong and beautiful...”

“Just like you.” Maxwell whispered, brushing his

lips against yours.

The night came to an end and you couldn’t have been happier. As you lay in bed, you thanked Maxwell for all he had done. He was truly the best boyfriend in the world. He loved you so much, and he swore in that moment, as you fell asleep in his arms, that the next promise he’d make would be a promise to himself.

He was going to marry you.

———

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[mandoalorian]

If youre ever confused on who your biggest fan might be. Hi. Its me. <3

yeah that checks out! 🩷

#Rach answers #i love evan

[mandoalorian]

celeste [leon s. kennedy x reader]

word count; 1,4k words

age rating: suitable for all (hurt/comfort)

note: leon comforts the reader after they wake up from a nightmare, and eases their anxiety.

masterlist in pinned

The rain pelted against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that matched the storm raging inside you. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, twisting and turning like a viper coiled in your chest. You sat on the edge of your bed, cradling your head in your hands, trying to make sense of the devastating news you had just received. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to hold back the flood threatening to consume you.

Just as the darkness threatened to swallow you whole, a gentle knock echoed through the room. Startled, you looked up to see Leon standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and empathy. Without a word, he crossed the room and sat beside you, offering a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "I heard what happened. I'm here if you need to talk."

You hesitated, your anxiety tightening its grip on you like a vice. But something in Leon's steady gaze urged you to open up. With a shaky breath, you poured out your fears and frustrations, the weight of your burdens lifting slightly with each word spoken.

As you spoke, Leon listened intently, his own memories of tragedy and loss surfacing in the wake of your pain. He spoke of Raccoon City, of the chaos and destruction wrought by the outbreak, and the countless lives lost in the blink of an eye.

"I remember feeling so helpless," he confessed, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But I knew I had to keep moving forward, for the sake of those who couldn't. It wasn't easy, but I had to believe that there was still hope, even in the darkest of times."

His words resonated with you, a flicker of light in the suffocating darkness of your anxiety. With each moment spent in his presence, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease, replaced by a warmth that spread through your chest.

"I don't know what I would do without you," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Leon's gaze softened, his hand reaching out to gently brush away a stray tear from your cheek. "You don't have to face this alone," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine.

In that moment, as the storm raged on outside, you realized that perhaps there was hope after all. And with Leon by your side, you knew that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

Hours passed in a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional rumble of thunder or the soft patter of rain against the window. You found solace in the steady rhythm of Leon's breathing, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.

As the night wore on, exhaustion began to weigh heavily on your eyelids, threatening to pull you into the depths of sleep. With a soft sigh, you leaned against Leon's shoulder, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

"Rest now," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll be here when you wake up."

And as sleep finally claimed you, you found peace in the knowledge that no matter what tomorrow brought, you would face it together, hand in hand with the man who had become your guiding light in the darkness.

The night pressed on, heavy with the weight of exhaustion and worry. In the midst of fitful sleep, nightmares clawed at the edges of your consciousness, dragging you down into a realm of darkness and despair. Images of chaos and destruction flashed before your eyes, mingling with the echoes of screams and gunfire.

You jolted awake, heart pounding in your chest, gasping for breath as the remnants of the nightmare lingered like a shadow in the recesses of your mind. Disoriented and trembling, you searched the darkness for a familiar presence, a lifeline to anchor you in the storm.

And there he was, as promised, sitting beside you, his expression one of concern and understanding. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, offering a comforting embrace that chased away the lingering specters of your nightmares.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the night. "You're safe now. I'm here."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace. His steady heartbeat echoed in your ears, a steady rhythm that calmed the storm raging inside you.

As the minutes passed, the panic began to subside, replaced by a sense of peace that washed over you like a gentle tide. With Leon by your side, the darkness held no power over you, its grip weakened by the light of his presence.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "For waking you."

Leon shook his head, his fingers gently brushing through your hair in a gesture of reassurance. "You have nothing to apologize for," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With a grateful sigh, you leaned into his touch, savoring the comfort of his embrace. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand.

As the world around you stirred to life, a newfound sense of resolve blossomed within you, fueled by the knowledge that you were not alone in your struggles. With Leon by your side, you felt invincible, ready to take on whatever challenges awaited you.

And so, as the day gave way to night once more, you found yourselves drawn to the tranquil beauty of the lake, its waters shimmering in the moonlight like a sea of liquid silver. Hand in hand, you walked along the shoreline, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet a soothing counterpoint to the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.

Above you, the stars glittered like diamonds strewn across the velvet canvas of the night sky, their brilliance a testament to the vastness of the universe and the infinite possibilities that lay ahead.

You and Leon settled onto the grassy bank, gazing up at the celestial spectacle overhead, lost in the wonder of the cosmos. And as you traced constellations with your fingers, Leon's hand found yours, intertwining your fingers in a silent promise of companionship and support.

In that moment, as you lay beneath the vast expanse of the heavens, you realized that perhaps the greatest adventure of all was the journey of the heart, a journey best shared with the ones you love.

And with Leon by your side, you knew that no matter where life's path may lead, you would always find light in the darkness, and hope in the embrace of love.

[mandoalorian]

celeste [leon s. kennedy x reader]

word count; 1,4k words

age rating: suitable for all (hurt/comfort)

note: leon comforts the reader after they wake up from a nightmare, and eases their anxiety.

masterlist in pinned

The rain pelted against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that matched the storm raging inside you. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, twisting and turning like a viper coiled in your chest. You sat on the edge of your bed, cradling your head in your hands, trying to make sense of the devastating news you had just received. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to hold back the flood threatening to consume you.

Just as the darkness threatened to swallow you whole, a gentle knock echoed through the room. Startled, you looked up to see Leon standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and empathy. Without a word, he crossed the room and sat beside you, offering a comforting presence in the midst of your turmoil.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "I heard what happened. I'm here if you need to talk."

You hesitated, your anxiety tightening its grip on you like a vice. But something in Leon's steady gaze urged you to open up. With a shaky breath, you poured out your fears and frustrations, the weight of your burdens lifting slightly with each word spoken.

As you spoke, Leon listened intently, his own memories of tragedy and loss surfacing in the wake of your pain. He spoke of Raccoon City, of the chaos and destruction wrought by the outbreak, and the countless lives lost in the blink of an eye.

"I remember feeling so helpless," he confessed, his voice tinged with sorrow. "But I knew I had to keep moving forward, for the sake of those who couldn't. It wasn't easy, but I had to believe that there was still hope, even in the darkest of times."

His words resonated with you, a flicker of light in the suffocating darkness of your anxiety. With each moment spent in his presence, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease, replaced by a warmth that spread through your chest.

"I don't know what I would do without you," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Leon's gaze softened, his hand reaching out to gently brush away a stray tear from your cheek. "You don't have to face this alone," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine.

In that moment, as the storm raged on outside, you realized that perhaps there was hope after all. And with Leon by your side, you knew that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

Hours passed in a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional rumble of thunder or the soft patter of rain against the window. You found solace in the steady rhythm of Leon's breathing, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.

As the night wore on, exhaustion began to weigh heavily on your eyelids, threatening to pull you into the depths of sleep. With a soft sigh, you leaned against Leon's shoulder, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

"Rest now," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll be here when you wake up."

And as sleep finally claimed you, you found peace in the knowledge that no matter what tomorrow brought, you would face it together, hand in hand with the man who had become your guiding light in the darkness.

The night pressed on, heavy with the weight of exhaustion and worry. In the midst of fitful sleep, nightmares clawed at the edges of your consciousness, dragging you down into a realm of darkness and despair. Images of chaos and destruction flashed before your eyes, mingling with the echoes of screams and gunfire.

You jolted awake, heart pounding in your chest, gasping for breath as the remnants of the nightmare lingered like a shadow in the recesses of your mind. Disoriented and trembling, you searched the darkness for a familiar presence, a lifeline to anchor you in the storm.

And there he was, as promised, sitting beside you, his expression one of concern and understanding. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, offering a comforting embrace that chased away the lingering specters of your nightmares.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the night. "You're safe now. I'm here."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace. His steady heartbeat echoed in your ears, a steady rhythm that calmed the storm raging inside you.

As the minutes passed, the panic began to subside, replaced by a sense of peace that washed over you like a gentle tide. With Leon by your side, the darkness held no power over you, its grip weakened by the light of his presence.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "For waking you."

Leon shook his head, his fingers gently brushing through your hair in a gesture of reassurance. "You have nothing to apologize for," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

With a grateful sigh, you leaned into his touch, savoring the comfort of his embrace. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the sky in shades of pink and gold, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand.

As the world around you stirred to life, a newfound sense of resolve blossomed within you, fueled by the knowledge that you were not alone in your struggles. With Leon by your side, you felt invincible, ready to take on whatever challenges awaited you.

And so, as the day gave way to night once more, you found yourselves drawn to the tranquil beauty of the lake, its waters shimmering in the moonlight like a sea of liquid silver. Hand in hand, you walked along the shoreline, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet a soothing counterpoint to the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.

Above you, the stars glittered like diamonds strewn across the velvet canvas of the night sky, their brilliance a testament to the vastness of the universe and the infinite possibilities that lay ahead.

You and Leon settled onto the grassy bank, gazing up at the celestial spectacle overhead, lost in the wonder of the cosmos. And as you traced constellations with your fingers, Leon's hand found yours, intertwining your fingers in a silent promise of companionship and support.

In that moment, as you lay beneath the vast expanse of the heavens, you realized that perhaps the greatest adventure of all was the journey of the heart, a journey best shared with the ones you love.

And with Leon by your side, you knew that no matter where life's path may lead, you would always find light in the darkness, and hope in the embrace of love.

#leon s kennedy #Leon kennedy #Leon s kennedy x reader #Leon s kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2

[mandoalorian]

Glad to find someone else with a sicario(the actual thing not the movie) and a gore fetish

um, not me. im not your gal.

#Rach answers

[mandoalorian]

hey tumblr friends ;-;

so, a little bit of a real life vent incoming. feel free to ignore.

ive worked really hard towards a promotion the past few months at work and found out today that I didn’t get it and man it sucks knowing you put your all into something and it wasn’t good enough. on paper i am good enough. hell, im the best person at that place, metrics wise. management know this. they told me to go for the job for that reason. but apparently i answered one of the questions with a bad structure and to me that just feels like weird feedback because what does that even mean.. and i don’t know. im so deflated.

any advice? really want to feel better ive been crying all day & even left work early because i just did not want to do my job. i didnt want to do it anymore. i love my job and the people there but god i can’t help but feel like i deserved this good thing and i didn’t get it. and im so exhausted and upset and my eyes hurt. and man, the extra money would have been great :(. finances have been hard lately. it would’ve been really nice.

and now i just feel lost. expendable. hurt. rejected. how do i bounce back from this?

#rach talks #real life #vent #personal

[mandoalorian]

for the fanfic writer who needs to hear it-

you are not a content machine, you're a living, breathing person with a life outside of what you create for your fandom. it's ok if you take a long time to finish projects, it's ok if you never finish your projects, its ok if you stop creating altogether. your value in the fandom is not tied to what you make or how often you create, but rather the bonds you form with other people. if you need to take a break from creating, or stop creating entirely, that's totally fine! i refuse to let capitalism poison fan spaces, i will not tie your worth to your output. you carry a value that has no correlation to your contribution. if you never write a single word of fanfiction again, you still belong here. you haven't let anyone down. you are not a failure. you are not a fraud. i am explicitly giving you permission to take that hiatus, to spend as long as you need to create, to stop creating entirely if you need to. i love you.

[mandoalorian]

Happy birthday to my two favorites born on the same day: September 25th.🎂

Mark is 72 today. Christopher would have been 71 today.

I love you both!❤️

#my loves #both my first ever loves

[mandoalorian]

“Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.”

— Christopher Reeve

[mandoalorian]

Rest in Peace, Carl Weathers. 🩵

#Carl weathers #the mandalorian #pedro pascal

[mandoalorian]

Replaying Red Dead 1 … I love John Marston. I LOVE John Marston. It’s very easy to remember why I considered him my favourite character. High honour, high fame John Marston. He’s so kind to everyone and protective of his family. 🥹🩷 it is the sweetest character development in the series, I think. John went from being childish, immature, impulsive (RDR2), to a family man, smart and good. He really is good.

Like !!!! Look at him !!!! 😻😻😻

#rach talks #John Marston #Arthur Morgan #red dead redemption #rdr

[mandoalorian]

I'm in dire need of help financially. I work from home and my internet will be shut off unless I can pay $82. Without my internet, I cannot work. I can't even do Doordash right now due to a blown tire and my spare has a slow leak. I don't get paid till next week and I'm trying to sell personal belongings but I've had no luck. Family has not been helping.

I'll try to get a GoFundMe link posted but if you can help, message me and I can send my Venmo or CashApp.

Please. Help.

Tagging for boosting/sharing: @grogusmum @oftincturedwords @quicax3 @mandoalorian @insomniamamma @supernaturalgirl

[mandoalorian]

Because this song is stuck in my head 🩷🌟

he is in love

———‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾din djarin x gn!reader☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙———

Note: based on You Are In Love by Taylor Swift.

It was unfamiliar.

It was the fleeting rush of adrenaline he felt every time he brushed shoulders with you, or the way he felt his palms get clammy every time you walked into an empty room. It was the way he couldn’t help but fumble nervously with the buttons on your shirts during the nights when you were gone. Or even how he couldn’t help but notice how fast time went by during the innocent moments he spent with you.

He began to look at you differently; not that you realised, of course. There was no telling what he looked like underneath that silver sculpted helmet of his. But Din knew. He could feel it. He didn’t know when exactly he started feeling it, but it was consuming him at every waking second. It was all he could think about. You were all he could think about.

Maybe it was when the two of you were laughing in the cockpit, amongst a cluster of bright stars. Din was smitten with you; smitten with the way you tossed your head back when you laughed, and the way the corners of your eyes crinkled with delight every time he said something that made you smile. All he wanted was to spend the rest of his life making you smile.

Or maybe it was when you had noticed the way the light in the hull of the Crest had been reflecting on the chain around his neck. You’d never noticed it before, the silver mythosaur pendant that he donned. Cautiously, you told him to look up, and as you pulled the chain out from underneath his shirt, your calloused fingers brushed against his neck. The soft, tan skin that you barely ever got to see. You held the mythosaur pendant in your hand and admired the intricacy of the beskar carving, but all Din could feel was the ghost of your fingers on him.

He’d become reliant on you, more so than he’d like to admit. He needed to see your smile every time he came home from a dangerous bounty, he needed to hear your warm voice from the cockpit as you lulled Grogu to sleep. It was the little things that he needed; like the awful taste of your stew or the sweet, airy scent that followed you around everywhere. Without those things, he felt incomplete. He felt an ache in his heart. All these little things you’d brought to his life had, in fact, become his life.

The one time you were kidnapped by a group of crime syndicates on Corellia, Din wreaked havoc. He felt a burning sensation of rage course through his body, and he knew that if he didn’t find you, if he didn’t save you, he’d never be able to live with himself. When your life was at stake, he became a cold, ruthless killer. But when he was with you… he was different. Softer, gentler. You saw a side to Din that he’d shut away his entire life.

From that day on, he kept a photo of you tucked away in his utility belt. He saw it as a good luck charm; so that a little piece of you was always with him.

Your favourite moments with The Mandalorian were typically spent during the dead of night, when Grogu was sleeping and you were curled up next to Din with a blanket, in the cockpit, as he navigated through hyperspace. You’d bring him a hot cup of caf most nights, and it seemed to initiate small talk with him, although he never drunk it in front of you. Maybe it was the strong, caffeinated scent that gave him a rush of confidence. Or maybe it was simply just being in your presence.

You were mesmerised by him. He was strong and intimidating, and, Maker help anyone who got on the wrong side of The Mandalorian. But to you, he was your safety. He was your home.

One night, you and Din were camping outside a village on Lothal, preparing to capture a bounty in the early hours of the morning. You’d take turns sleeping, to ensure the safety of one another. But you must’ve woken around 3 a.m., and caught onto Din who was staring into the flickering amber flames of the campfire.

He was helmetless. It was dark, but the embers of burning fire circled his brown curls almost like a halo. You felt guilty immediately, seeing even just the back of his head. You coughed awkwardly, so he knew you were awake and at least then it would give him a chance to put his helmet back on.

But he didn’t.

Din turned around to face you, his gaze soft like honey and his perfect lips parted slightly. You couldn’t help but gasp, this being the first time you had ever seen The Mandalorian without his helmet.

Din couldn’t describe the urge— but somehow, this felt right.

You had a thousand questions. Why was he doing this? Was he okay? You tried scrambling for words but his beauty was just so breathtaking, you couldn’t bear to speak.

And then, like a miracle, Din spoke, unmodulated and rasp. It was different, but it was uniquely him.

“You’re my best friend.”

As if those four words were enough of an explanation. You didn’t question it. He’d simply said what you’d known for a long time.

But to Din, he now knew what this feeling was. He knew for sure. He’d read about it in fiction and he’d seen it on holovid’s. There was no question about it.

He is in love.

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[mandoalorian]

having literal hot flushes thinking about wall street max lord & being his favourite secretary wearing his fav red lipstick that he just LOVES when…

NSFW BELOW

… (cont.) when u go down on him under his desk in secret making him late for meetings with important investors. & he goes absolutely wild for you and you have the messiest heated sloppiest sex on his desk and when it’s over he forgets to fix his hair or button his shirt or pull his zipper up because of the head rush you give him. (both kinds of head rush. 😉) what if there’s a bit of infidelity peppered in there he’s got a wife but tbh she’s prob sleeping with someone else too cuz maxie is always working overtime to be with u and somewhere along the line you become his sugar baby and he just adores buying u cute lingerie and gold jewellery and when he sees you wear those tiffany diamond earrings he can’t help but smirk to himself knowing you’re his and only his today, tomorrow and always. u are fully loyal to him but not because he’s rich and not because he’s hot and not because he asks you to be , but because maybe u actually like him for who he is and he definitely likes you in every way imaginable. his desire for u burns. he thinks about u all the time, when he wakes up, takes a shower, at galas and events, signing paper work he might catch a glimpse of u in that short pencil skirt- obsessed with how ur thighs fill it out! okay think im done now with my ramblings but if anyone feels like dropping anymore in my ask inbox i will welcome it with open arms. also if ppl like the sound of this i might just write it as a fic …….. who knows

#rach talks #pedro pascal #maxwell lord #max lord