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wannab-urs · 10 months

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 7

Howdy, folks! It's time for this week's recap of what I read :)

As always, you can find the spreadsheet here, and you're always more than welcome to tag me in your fic if you'd like to be included. New and old fics both appreciated; anything from a drabble to a 400k word series is fine; and the only Pedro boy I don't really read is Pero Tovar.

Without further ado here are the fics I read this week and the unhinged ramblings of a madwoman (me) to substitute for a coherent recommendation.

One for the money, two for the show a Joel series by @cowgurrrl

Rockstar!Joel AU with such a sweet fake dating trope lead in and then the most delicious yummy angst. As your resident angst whore this was everything because it was so REAL and so fucking heartbreaking. And then the happy little hopeful ending and then all the drabbles and extras??? AH! My favorite part was the lil instagram stories i think <3

sharing is caring a Frankie/Santi one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Your friend Santi introduces you to his friend Frankie and uhhhh you guys go make a sandwich.

Only Lovers Left Alive a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

I love every single thing about this. Revenge. Vampires. Blood play kind of? Biting. Etc. This shit rocks.

Waiting Room a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

I fucking love what kel did with this song. The repetition of one for the road really fuckin got me too. Angst angst angst.

The Special One a Joel series by @toxicanonymity

What if a reluctant soulmates AU was also a vampire!Joel AU? It would be perfect, that's what. I'm loving vampire!joel rn anyway, but this was such a cool twist on it. Also his vibes in this are fucking immaculate

Copycat Killer a Joel series by @beskarandblasters

Bitch this is so good. Stalker!Reader x Rockstar Joel... fucking perfect. I love how they both kind of suck as human beings a little bit. And that blow job oh my GOD.

Sweet Creature a Dieter series by @wildemaven

I really really love how this story is going. The little town is so real to me and I love all the little places we get to see. The bookstore sounds like a DREAM. And I can't wait for Reader to bond with D over art ahhhhh.

Stitches a Din series by @djarinsbeskar

This fic is so fucking good dude. I love the set up for the whole thing and the reader character is really fuckin' cool. The like... 8 consecutive parts of incredible smut that continues to be genuinely interesting and really fucking hot even after like 200K words is extremely impressive. I'm also pretty sucked into the story and the way Medic is being interwoven into canon. Oh and the introspection we get from Din's POV is *chef's kiss*.... anyway pls god finish this story i need it

False God a Frankie series by @swiftispunk

Frankie asking for what he wants is so... yummy... especially when it's wanting to be your subby lil pussy eating king like... PLEASE. And his praise kink??? I am in Frankie heaven

102 a Frankie one shot by @tieronecrush

I fucking love this ahhhh. I felt so bad for Frankie but also their friendship is so cute??? I love the unrequited love//idiots to lovers trope

Safe in my Arms an Ezra one shot by @mishasminion360

Ezra struggling to adjust to having one less limb and me crying about it. This was so fucking good. The raw emotion he feels and reader's unwavering support... the realism in saying something that accidentally hurts his feelings and trying to take over tasks he might find difficult AGH. I love this so much

Leave Off Your Wandering a Joel series by @oonajaeadira

Adira, I fall in love with every single little world you create without fail. This is obviously no exception. Your sheep ranch is a dream. The way you build up this backstory with the Roostlings and the friendship with Tommy and Maria and just all these extra little details you take the time to flesh out and weave into the story... makes my heart sing, friend. I adore this <3

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Name a Javi P one shot by @joelscruff

Consent a Dieter series by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Whiskey, Dark and Deep a Jack one shot by @prolix-yuy

Stay on the Screenplay a Dieter series by jazzelsaur (ao3)

A Safe Haven a Joel series by @joelsgreys

Psychomanteum a Dieter series by @whatsnewalycat

In Name Only an Oberyn series by @forever-rogue

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Happy Reading

#the spreadsheet digest #vol 7 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction #Joel miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #javi peña x reader #Oberyn Martell x reader #Dieter Bravo x reader #Ezra (prospect) x reader #Jack Daniels x reader #din djarin x reader

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the-au-collector · 3 months

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Random Things I forgot to add in my braindump for my Radio AU:

Twilight is Time and Malon’s nephew. I think I’m going to make his relation through Uli, so that makes Uli and Malon sisters in this AU

Legend used to go to college in Mabe City, but moved away after his Koholint Trauma happened. He still has friends there, like Ralph, Din, and Nayru, but he rarely visits

Sun races cars. Not professionally or for sport, no. She’ll just drive at 80mph down some old country road for the hell of it. Sky and Groose often join her

Sky, Sun, and Groose all came from Sky City. That said, they somehow never met until college. They find this very funny and will call each other “strangers”

Legend and Fable’s biological father is Raven, but he was very inconsistent with his job and eventually left them with Alfon, his adopted brother (and I am realizing I need a family tree for this AU😵‍💫).

Time is an orphan. He was never adopted growing up, but he was closest to the Kokiri family. They had a daughter named Saria who he still calls his older sister. She’s an ecologist now

Time secretly spoils Wolfie

Twilight will take Wolfie for “walks” (aka, he will sneak Wolfie into his and Wild’s house despite there being a strict no dogs policy. Revali has tried getting them in trouble before but hasn’t succeeded yet)

Wolfie is the favorite whenever Wild hosts a party

Time has somehow become emotionally attached to these radio kids. He was not supposed to get emotionally attached

Sky and Sun hope to get married sometime after graduation, preferably sooner than later

First is everyone’s favorite when he’s around. That said, he’s still the oldest and most responsible when having fun.

Crimson swears

Ravio has tried reaching Sheerow to talk

Legend doesn’t drive (anymore)

Warriors has the gaudiest car, according to Legend. Legend’s right

Styla and Legend are like BFFs. They also met when Legend did Fashion Design. Styla often makes costumes for the school plays as well

Shadow hung out with a bad crowd in high school. He’s doing better now.

Where are the colors you ask? Four’s genderfluid so he uses them to indicate his gender. Vio = she/her. Green = he/him. Red = they/them. Blue= any, they don’t care.

Vaati is Shadow’s biological father, who married Four’s mom when Shadow and Four were 12. Four’s mom died when they were 14, then Vaati went into prison when they were 15 (they really are unrelated incidents). They began living with Grandpa Smith after that.

Yuga is Ravio and Hilda’s dad. He’s really strict and not a good person. He wants them both to go into business. Ravio is playing his hand until he can be totally independent. Hilda is a high school senior and wants to major in fine art. Yuga hates this. He especially hates that Ravio is completely supportive of Hilda… and also that Ravio never comes around anymore.

Hilda’s started being invited to Legend’s uncle’s house for holidays. She can’t come to all of them because of Yuga but she does come to Thanksgiving now

Alfon refuses to let anyone be alone over the holidays. He will force Legend and Ravio to bring their friends over if they have no one in the area or anywhere to go

Flora and Fauna grew up under a lot of pressure from their dad. Fauna feels it more since she’s older, but Flora definitely feels it too. They’re both perfectionists

Impa and Purah are Paya’s cousins in this AU. Paya’s very shy so they try to get her to go out more. Paya has a huge crush on Wild and is teased endlessly for it

Flora has this huge crush on this one guy in her anthropology class. His name is Tauro

Age and Wild didn’t get along for a long time after the house fire. Wild got his burns and amnesia from protecting Age but obviously doesn’t remember this. As a kid, Age thought Wild was purposefully forgetting everything. Wild honestly feels horrible for forgetting and is trying to get his memory back, but he hasn’t had much luck

Age and Wild are both named Link. It’s a family thing. They go by their middle names. Wilder is Wild’s official middle name. Age’s official middle name is August.

On the other hand, both Flora and Fauna’s middle names are Zelda. Flora’s full name is Florence Zelda Hyrule. Fauna’s name is just Fauna.

^ this is the same for Dawn and Aurora too

Hyrule, Dawn, and Aurora come from a very small town named Mido. Hyrule would play “Knights of Hyrule” with Dawn in the farm fields all around them. It’s where he gets his nickname from

Hyrule’s friends in high school were Bot, Error, and Bagu

#linked universe #college radio au #lu time #lu twilight #lu legend #lu warriors #lu sky #lu four #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu first #lu shadow #lu age

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 7 months

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To Fall At Your Feet

1200 2400 words for 1200 followers #13

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This is the first of the final two requests, and since they have taken me SO long to get to, I've decided to double them as a thank you for putting up with me your patience. This one was a challenge for me, and I hope you like what I did with it. The song is about trust - or a slight lack of it - and what it feels like when something seems too good to be true, so that was what I had in mind when writing this one. This is completely stand alone.

Warnings: SW canon typical violence, brief mention of blood/injuries

Requested by: @chiyo13 Song: I'm Not Calling You A Liar Character Choice: Din Djarin - with a heavier set/ plus size woman - Thank you so much for this request! I'm sorry it took so long to get to and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Having a place to call home was new to him.

There was so much he had forgotten about his life before the Mandalorians took him in. He was young, and it was long ago, and the things he’d experienced since then had been in such stark contrast to his earliest memories that they’d been almost entirely overwritten. He knew he had a home, once. A safe place with a soft bed and a family that loved him fiercely. And when he and Grogu settled into the cabin on Nevarro, he realized it was something he could have again.

Something he could give the kid.

Though they spent much of their time traveling the galaxy, Din teaching Grogu along the way, having a place to return to that was just theirs was a comfort that he never imagined he would come to value. Being raised in the Fighting Core and then working in the Guild taught him to aim for survival. Spending time with his son taught him to aim higher.

It taught him how much more to life there was if he was willing to open the door to it.

But before he could think about what that looked like, he needed to ensure that his home was safe. It wasn’t an issue when he and Grogu were there. Both of them were more than capable of defending their territory from any number of threats, and Greef had done a terrific job of eliminating most of the crime in the city. A Mandalorian would always have enemies, though, and an empty cabin couldn’t defend itself.

That was where you came in.

When he brought up his safety concerns to Karga, the magistrate was quick to offer a solution. “I doubt it’ll be necessary as Nevarro is a perfectly respectable planet these days,” the man had said, one hand disappearing into his robe pocket and coming out with a treat for Grogu. Handing it over with a chuckle at the child’s eagerness, he clapped Din on the shoulder. “But I might know someone who can help.”

He’d gone on to explain that while most of the damage that had been done during Gorian Shard’s attack on the city had been repaired, there was still a section of it that had yet to be restored, leaving a small number of citizens without homes. Most of them had people there on Nevarro who could take them in until the reconstruction was complete.

You, however, weren’t from Nevarro. In fact, you’d only been there for a few weeks when the pirates descended, and you’d come only because Karga himself had asked you to. He explained that you were once one of his most skilled bounty hunters, and that he’d asked you to help keep his people safe since the New Republic didn’t seem too keen to answer his requests for aid.

“I’d wager that she’d be more than happy to keep an eye on your abode while you’re gone, so long as the price is right and you give her a place to stay.”

“A hired gun?” Din asked with a tilt of his head, Karga nodding in response. “And you trust her?”

“Of course I do! As much as I trust you, Mando! I’ve always said that some of my favorite people are bounty hunters. And with a weapon in her hands she’s just as capable as you are of providing protection.”

Din considered the man’s words for a beat, then let out a sigh. “Well, I’d want to meet her first before I agree to anything.”

“Of course, my friend, of course!” Pulling another confection from his pocket and handing it to a wide-eyed and perpetually hungry Grogu, he promised to set up a meeting.

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“I don’t know about this, Greef, I’m not a kriffing housekeeper.” You’d scoffed at first when your boss-turned-friend had brought up the idea. Hands on your hips, you frowned at the man. “You told him that, right? I’d sooner catch a transport back to Tatooine and take my chances in Mos Eisley than take a job cooking and cleaning for some-”

“Just meet with him,” Karga had insisted. “He’s not looking for anything other than security, and we both know you’re more than up for that task.”

You’d grumbled, but agreed, and within the next few days you found yourself on a speeder bike, heading in the direction of the cabin out beyond the lava flats. You were doubtful that the man you were on your way to meet would end up hiring you to protect his homestead, sure he would do what so many others had done when deciding whether or not to work with you: take one look at your fuller figure and assume the weight you carried around your midsection meant that you weren’t skilled or able or athletic enough to complete the task at hand. People judged. You assumed he would do the same.

You were wrong.

When you pulled up to the cabin he - and his kid - had been waiting for you on the bench just outside the front door. He rose as you stepped off of your bike, the sunlight glinting off his broad armored shoulders as he moved. The child hopped down from the seat and trailed along at just the right height that the man’s tattered cape brushed the top of his long, green ears, and you couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips.

“Thank you for coming all the way out here.” His voice had surprised you, huskier than you thought it would be. Warmer. “Greef Karga had nothing but good things to say about your skills. I trust his judgment, but I needed to be sure that I could trust you.”

You liked him right away for how straightforward he was. “Fair enough.” Nodding, you removed your speeder gloves and tucked them into a pocket near your right hip. “If you’re opening your door to someone, you want to know them first.” You brushed your palms together and then extended your right hand out in front of you, introducing yourself.

Just like the sound of his voice, the texture of his gloves against your skin came as a shock to you, the material softer than it looked as it wrapped around your hand. “I’m Din Djarin, and this is Grogu.” He released your hand from his grip and tilted his head towards his left boot, where the child was peeking up at you.

You glanced down, waving to the kid, his toothy little grin bringing the smile back to your face. He raised one clawed hand to wave back, babbling happily, and then Din’s smoky tone caught your attention again. “Is that a pulse rifle on your back?”

You assured him that it was, and though he’d asked you several questions about yourself, posed different scenarios to see what you’d do if the cabin were under attack, and thoroughly threatened you should you ever even think of hurting the child or turning on them in any way, you were fairly certain that you had him at the rifle.

He’d given you the job that same day, which meant that - for the moment, anyway - you had a home. Or at least a place to stay, you reminded yourself, which was all you had been looking for. And that was enough.

… Wasn’t it?

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All he was looking for when Karga set up that meeting had been insurance. Safety. The comfort of knowing he - and more importantly, Grogu - wouldn’t have to go through the pain of losing their home again if something happened while they were away.

You gave him those things, and he was grateful for that.

But the longer you stayed at the cabin, the more he got to know about you and not just about your proficiency with weapons. Each time he and the kid left on a training mission, he realized that he was looking forward not just to returning home, but to seeing you. By the time a year had passed, he realized that he’d found far more than what he’d been looking for when he welcomed you into his life.

You weren’t only there to protect his home. To Din, you’d become synonymous with it.

It wasn’t just the familiarity. It wasn’t just the trust that had grown between you, or the companionship that came with sharing a roof, or the way you helped him look after Grogu without having to ask.

It was the swell in his chest when he caught a smile curving your cheek. It was the calm he felt at the sound of your voice when you spoke his name. It was the way his mind would wander on nights when he couldn’t sleep - to thoughts of sleeping next to you, the shape of you molded to him, skin to skin beneath the sheets. It was the way he imagined how his hands would look, gloveless and gripping your flesh, soft and warm when all he’d ever known had been hard and sharp and cold.

It was the way he wanted you in every sense of the word.

He wasn’t sure how you’d respond to such a bold confession. You’d never indicated that you felt the same way or that you wanted your arrangement to change, so he’d kept it to himself, unwilling to risk damaging the relationship you did have. He convinced himself it was better if you didn’t know.

One holo call was all it took to change his mind on that.

It came in when he and the kid were just re-entering the Outer Rim territories after a lengthy trip to Kashyyk. When the transmission code blinked on screen and he saw that it was coming from you, he smiled to himself under his helmet. “It's her,” he told Grogu, pointing at the section of the screen that displayed the code. The kid’s eyes brightened, his ears lifting as excited little sounds tumbled from his mouth. “You want to answer it? Go on, you remember which button to press.” He nodded as Grogu’s clawed hand hovered over the correct switch, telling him to push it.

But he was unprepared for what he was about to see - or what it would make him feel.

Your face flickered before him and even through the blue tinted light of the projector he could make out a trail of blood coming from your nose, another from a cut that stretched over your eyebrow. The sleeve of your shirt was torn and charred, likely from blaster fire. Your name burst from his lips as Grogu let out a whine from beside him. “What happened?”

“Din. There was an attack. It’s…” You sucked in a breath and winced. “It’s safe now. Bandits came. I took care of them. I just wanted to let you know what you were coming back to.”

“They hurt you.” He growled the words, moving forward in his seat.

You let out a tired huff. “Occupational hazard. Don’t worry, they won’t be back.” Your eyes flashed sharply and he caught your meaning.

And though he was glad that they were dead and could pose no further threat, a part of him almost wished they’d gotten away so that he could kill them himself for what they’d done to you. Fists clamped tightly shut, he seethed silently - over the fact that you were injured, yes. But also over the fact that you assumed all he cared about was that you’d protected the property, because that was all he’d given you reason to think.

He decided then and there that you deserved to know how he felt and what he thought and how much he wanted and needed and cared for you.

– – –

Both Din and Grogu were out of the cockpit before the sand that had gotten kicked up when the N-1 landed had settled.

You’d been waiting on the bench, holding a cold pack to the blaster burn on your left arm when the kid jumped and flipped to your side, a slew of worried sounds spilling out, little arms reaching for you. Dropping the pack, you caught the brown-robed bundle, trying to hold back a wince as he collided with you. “Hey, little guy, it’s okay. I’m alright, see?” You rubbed one of his ears between your fingers to soothe him. “Everything’s fine.”

“No. It isn’t.”

You looked up at the sound of Din’s voice, setting Grogu on the seat next to you. “What do you mean? Are there more bandits? Did you-”

“Nothing like that.” He looked down at the kid. “Grogu, why don’t you go inside and draw a picture of what we did on our trip? You can show it to her later.”

Grogu’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and within seconds he was climbing down and scrambling inside. As soon as he was no longer in sight, Din let out a sigh and sank onto the seat beside you. “I’m sorry.”

You frowned. “It’s not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I… don’t mean for the bandits.” He turned towards you, bringing his hand up to rest against your wounded arm.

“Din?”

“I can’t believe I could have lost you without ever telling you how important you are to me. How much I care about you. That’s what I’m sorry about.”

“What?” You blinked. “You… You don’t have to say that just because you feel bad about what happened, Din.” You swallowed. “You don’t have to-”

He said your name, hand leaving your arm to hesitantly curve around your cheek. “I’m saying it because it’s true and I need you to know it.”

Though it came as a thorough shock, you could almost feel the honesty rolling off of him and you realized that he had never once been anything but truthful with you. And even though it seemed like something you only dared to dream about when he was gone and you were alone in the cabin - him choosing you when he could have anyone in the galaxy - something in your chest told you that it had been there all along.

You’d just been too afraid to admit that you wanted it.

“Well -” You brought your hand up to cover his, keeping it there as his fingers spread to accommodate yours. “Now I know.”

And now you would make sure that he knew how you felt, too.

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fellowskydalorianbrainrotter · 2 months

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a Romeo + Juliet dinluke au, a forbidden romance in the midst of the Jedi/Mandalorian war - I will go further into explanation but please keep in mind I didn't get far into planning so this is all over the place

- the au loosely followed along with the story of R+J (1996) where Din is convinced by Boba to attend a masquerade ball hosted by the queen of Naboo (Padmé), to have fun and let loose. Mandalorians are banned from visiting Naboo. Din comes across this man who is absolutely captivating despite being masked and before he could spot himself, he asks the man for a dance. They become lost in each other as if the world around them no longer existed and dance as if they've known each other their whole lives

Din and Luke escape the party to a secluded part of the beautiful palace gardens and have deep conversations about everything and anything. They both realize they're quickly falling in love. Luke admits that he's truly the prince of Naboo and Din is suddenly conflicted because he's the prince of Mandalore, the next heir to the throne, but he decides that none of that matters to him anymore. He never desired to rule in the first place. Both of his parents are still alive and are the current king and queen of Mandalore.

I didn't have much planned, but basically they began to meet in secret. Din and Luke first began to meet and travel through public transport to the lower slums of Coruscant until they became more bold to meet each other and their respective planets.

Fast forward to where Anakin (who is also still a Jedi) finds out about their secret romance and forbids Luke from leaving the palace. Din's father tries to force Din to do the same, but c'mon he's Din Djarin, he'll always find a way out. This leads to an intense argument on both sides, but Anakin is firm and stubborn whilst Din's father realizes that his son actually loves Luke and nothing will come between them. The two of them come to realize that this war is doing nothing but costing lives and depleting resources. Din's father realizes that Din was the new beginning that Mandalore needed.

The only way the throne could be taken so quickly was through battle for the Darksaber. Now here is where I was conflicted if the battle needed to end in surrender or death. I hadn't decided then so I skipped MUCH further where Din (now the king of Mandalore) sought out to end this foolish war. He marries Luke in secret, a small group of friends and family (Leia, Han, Boba, etc.) there to support and witness the marriage. That begins the first step in ending the war since Luke became the consort of Mandlore's king, surpassing his status of a prince. Din lifts the ban of any Jedi (or associates of them) from visiting Mandalore.

I wasn't sure how to proceed from there, but happy ending — the war ends, families heal, and love prospers

- I wanted to write this au, but I don't think I'd ever get around to it so I wanted to post the concepts and inspo from pinterest; I take no credit in any of these

outdoor scenery —

Naboo

Mandalore

#dinluke #skydalorian #romeo and juliet #romeo and juliet au

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nerdieforpedro · 27 days

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Day Twenty Nine - Brick House

Word Count: 624

Warnings: mention of past drug use, fertility issues, mention of sperm donation and clinics, false pretenses, Dieter might be a bit obsessed or a lot

Notes: I wasn’t sure where this was going. I read @fhatbhabie ‘s Dieter fic where he’s being a dad and @wannab-urs has me listening to all the Hozier for her challenge. This is where we are people. We’re on my second D which is Dieter, my first D is Din.

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A safe place for the both of you is what Dieter Bravo wanted. Finally in the spring, the house was ready. He'd studied your likes and dislikes, favorite colors, asked his assistants and interior designer to decorate according to what you wanted. He believed he had to make things perfect for you. Bravo is aware he’s not - far from it. He has numerous issues with drugs, the law, his career. Never stopping, never slowing down. Always moving forward and not always in a positive direction.

Never would he have expected your request. Dieter was aware of your search, your dream. It wasn’t uncommon but you’d convinced yourself that it would never happen. The doctor had told you there was little chance of it happening ever. Still you believed despite your fears. Dieter watched your perseverance in awe. The idea of you getting what you needed from some donor that you’ve never met kept him up at night. More than the last flop he’d made. It more than paid for renovating the brick house over the last eight months and he was willing to do another one if it meant that he could afford to keep you in that house on bedrest for the last month like you were supposed to be and get him some new oil paints from this one Italian supplier he favored.

You asked if he’d be your moral support as you went to one of the clinics, if he’d hold your hand as you went through the door. Dieter suggested that he could have a physical now that he’s been healthy for a good bit and give you a donation that was more likely to take. He swore that it’s the only form of support he would give you, besides being your friend of course. The clinic thankfully made the process feel ‘impersonal’ as you put it. Bravo knew the first try he was hoping it wouldn’t take, just to be able to have you again. Over two months, he only missed two ‘bun in the oven’ appointments with you and suggested some extra, you know just in case.

It was wrong. He should have felt guilty. Dieter did not and would not. He’d use this process to show you and himself that he could be relied on, constant, strong, like the house he bought you.

He’d gotten you to agree to put his name on the birth certificate and he had his schedule cleared for the most part so he could be wherever you needed him to be. In the room, outside, in the parking lot of the hospital.

Climbing the stairs and walking to the master bedroom he was able to talk you into sharing with him because, rubbing oil on your belly helped calm you and lull you to sleep after proper placement of pillows, he crept toward the door. Your sleeping form was rare to see during the day, among a mountain of pillows and blankets you’ve kicked off because you get hot then cold. Dieter watched your chest rise and fall softly, he had taken a few pictures and saved them on his phone of you at first but that wasn’t enough. Leaving to grab his sketchbook he’d need to draw it, then he may be able to paint this moment later.

This moment that despite the lies and reasons covered under the pretext of helping you with your dream, you were giving Dieter Bravo his - a family with you. Maybe you’ll be mad at him later or even laugh it off but after the baby is safely here, he’ll tell you everything. That you’ve been his ambition for years and regardless of people thinking he’s a scatterbrain, he can focus quite well - on you.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo x plus size reader #Nerdie fic #March #March Spring prompts #day twenty nine #brick house

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marilynthornhilllover · 4 months

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The New years kiss

Addison montgomery x sub!fem!reader

Warning: smut: fingering, cunniligus, praise kink, mommy, kink, engagement, stress, long distance relationship, guilt, fluff.

A/n: aw thank you so much anon! Happy new year, hope you enjoyed!<3

You and addison have been together for two whole years - well today marks that milestone. You met addison at the hospital when you went to pay your close friend a visit when she had gotten into a very bad motorbike accident, it wasn't serious thank God and addison patched her up really nice - your friend only walked out of the hospital with a couple bruises on her knee. After that you two kept seeing eachother and things escalated.

When addison asked you to be her girlfriend she did mention that she won't be home much, she'd have to move between Seattle and New York quite often, she was barely at home or barely even called and when she was at home she'd be too tired to even move a muscle, you would cook for her, do her laundry and in two days time again she had to leave. Everytime she walked out of that door it broke your heart more. You understood that it was her job but sometimes you felt alone with your problems and thoughts.

You would feel as if the weight of the whole world was crashing down on your shoulders and you had the bare the pain or pay the price. You wanted to have a talk with addison, maybe the two of you could take a break - a short break. She's been back and forth for the past five months that you can't even remember the last time the both of you even kissed or had sex. Not that it mattered but you just missed your girl. You missed her hugs, her kisses, the way she'd comfort you when you having a bad day.

You desperately needed her love and attention. And with her job as a surgeon being complicated and hectic you can't even remember how her embrace feels. Most mornings you would wake up with cold sheets and a note, or in the middle of the night she'd rush out of bed on the phone after being called for an emergency.

Addison knew the damage that her job was doing to you and she knew you wanted to talk about it, that's why she did extra shifts today so that she could be at home for new years and two long weeks after. She couldn't even remember the last time the both of you even watched a movie.

Her breath hitched as she pulled up her hand brakes to her car and put it in park. She sighed a breath of relief, exhaustion and guilt. With one more sigh she grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and got out. She stood infront of the door and looked at the house, it was a long time since she saw it or hell a long time she since she stood on the porch. She could hear you singing inside as the vacuum roared.

She chuckled as she used the spare key to open the door entering slowly and unnoticeable as possible just as a thief would, after all she didn't really wanna scare you. She threw her keys into the key bowl , slipping out of her heels as she used the wall for support and balance. She saw you emerged from the dinning room area and her heart sank as you froze in place. Both your gaze locked on eachother as addison stood up straight.

It was like the world has stopped rotating and time has become frozen. You didn't know what to say or what to do. You've thought of this moment for the past six weeks, you'd run into her arms and hug her, kiss her cheek, make her favorite cupcakes - but now all emotions and odds left you because you just stood there lifeless. A part of you wanted nothing more than to hug the life out of her and lock the door so that she wouldn't go back but, you knew deep down that would never happen. Maybe she do love ger job more that her relationship with you.

But then again.... there was that other part of you fighting against your thoughts and motives. " she's gonna leave again don't get attached" you gulped as you snapped out of you toxic trance. Addison was looking at you with so much emotion, you looked deep past her bold green eyes and you could read her like a book. She felt guilty.... it was clearly eating away at her chest. And the longer you stood there not moving it broke her heart more. She could feel it shatter into pieces.

You were positive that atleast ten minutes had passed.

You sighed as tears filled your vision as you walked out to her and hugged her, she was quick to hug back. She didn't care if you were sweaty, she wanted you to know that she cared.

" Your home....." You mumbled into her, as you sniffed. She gently grabbed your face forcing you to look up at her. You could see tears falling down her cheek as more piled up in her beautiful eyes.

" I'm sorry, my love. I promise I'll make up for the lost time, don't break up with me" she whispered placing her forehead against yours. You chuckled as you looked up at her, wiping away her stray tears as her soft skin was felt under your finger tips.

" I could never break up with you Addy" you whispered as both your lips connected in a hasty kiss. It was so slow and sloppy. One of her hands moved down to hold your hip so that she could press you flush against her body as the other rested against the skin of your cheek. You tilted your head as you deepened the kiss, granting her tongue entrance to your mouth. From there both your instincts went wild as as you both kissed like wild animals without food.

Her tongue moved in your mouth like it was it's home as you did the same with her. You pulled away for air as she chased your lips again, to which you pulled away.

" Addy calm down" you chuckled and she giggled as she kissed your jaw before moving to your neck. She sucked on the flesh before swipe her tongue over it then gently nibbling on it with her teeth before repeating thoses actions, you couldn't help the needy moan that escaped your throat. You could feel addison smirk against the flesh as she pulled away and left a small peck on your nose.

" I hope you didn't leave a mark because I have to attend a new year's party tonight and I'm the host for the count down process" you scolded causing her to gasp.

" speaking of party I got you something" she spoke picking up her bag and taking it to the kitchen counter. Your eyebrows quirked up at her sentence as you followed behind her, rather excited. To know that she thinks about you at work was so heart warming and that she brought something for you, that made you feel the butterflies all over again. She opened her bag and began digging. You tip toed and kissed her cheek before rounding the counter to finish drying the dishes.

" what is it?" You asked putting a wine glass carefully into it's holder. She chuckled deeply as she continued to dig for the present.

" just something special for my special girl" she muttered before coming up close behind of you, wrapping her arms around your waist she began to attack your neck again, the same spot. You squirmed as you pushed her off you, turning around to she a blue Tiffany box in her hands. You gasped as you snatched it from her grasp.

" you did not!" You shouted as she nodded kissing your cheek before placing both her hands on the counter leaning against it as she trapped you in. You licked your lips, removing the white paper and taking out the small black box that was beautifully tied with a white ribbon that had your name in gold on it. You smiled in awe as you carefully took it off and tied it around your wrist. You were absolutely in love with ribbons lately and you've been nagging to addison about them and this one was so cute. You mumbled a soft ' thank you' to her before lifting the lid of the box.

You gasped as tears filled your eyes once more as you did a little jump with your feet that addison absolutely adored, she found it so cute of you to do.

Inside the box was bracelet and chain combo, the necklace was Gold with your initial and her initial on it with a heart in the midde. The bracelet was the same but the heart was thin and hollow with a diamond rim. You turned around and jumped up onto her, attacking her with kisses.

" thank you!!" You spoke in a low tone as tears clouded your vision again. She smiled as she placed you onto the counter as you kept your legs wrapped around her waist.

" this way you can have something to remind you of our love when I'm gone baby" she spoke as she kissed your shoulder.

" now come on, we have a party to get ready for" you giggled as she dragged you up stairs. You both showered and got ready. Addison wore a navy blue blouse with her lucky charm necklace you had gotten her with your name on it with the same color pants and black heels. Her hair was in a messy ponytail but it was decent enough. You on the other hand wore a black lace corset top with traps and a thin white skirt that had a small slit that fell just right above your knee, showing off some skin.

Of course you wore your jewelry that addison had gotten you earlier today and a pair on platform uggs with the ribbons she got you on the back to them. You did your hair in the same style as her as you finished off your look with Gold hoop earrings.

You walked down stairs to see her leaning against the wall with her hands in her pockets. Her gaze flicked up towards you as the lines on her foreheads disappeared as she gaved you her undivided attention.

" and here I was thinking I looked the best" she joked as she took your hand in hers twirling you around whistling. You rolled your eyes at her opening while grabbing some jackets the door as the both of you left the house. You got in the door while she locked the door. She got in and the both of you drived off.

The party was going great as you danced with couple friends on the dance floor. You could see addison getting drinks with some of her friends from work like Derrick, Meredith and miranda. You flashed her a warm smile which she returned while raising her glass of wine at you before giving you a teasing wink then returning her attention to Derricks conversation. You looked at your watch to check the time and it was.

11 : 45 pm

You quickly made your way on stage and used a fork against your glass to get everyone's attention.

" guys it's almost time for the count down of new years!!! Oh my lord, look I know some of you are only here for the cake and drinks" you said and everyone chuckled. Addison couldn't help her growing smile as she looked at you on stage.

" most of you don't even have a speech prepared but that's ok cause your all boring anyway" you laughed and everyone laughed and cheered.

" but no seriously, I'm just gonna speak from heart because I don't have much time but to my special, incredible, talented, beautiful, loving girl addison, baby I love you so much and I can't wait to go into this new year with you!" Before you finish your sentence everyone was clapping and cheering as their attention was mainly focused on the love the both of you shared, especially with your eyes.

" ok everyone needs to shut up, addison your the love of my life and I love you and i can't wait to send the rest of my boring life with you and! And I will move to Seattle with you to be closer" you spoke out of breath. Everyone clapped as addison made her way closer to you on stage. She hugged you tightly, sparing you a quick kiss before she took the mic.

" thank you everyone for coming! I also wanna say something, it's currently 11 : 52, so I'll also make it quick" she cleared her throat as she positioned the mic infront of her mouth properly.

" y/n y/l/n your the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I also want to spend the rest of my life with you. You've always made my day brighter, my heart lighter and my stress disappear. Your the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I look into your eyes I see pure peace and admiration. I will never find another special soul like you, you stay up late for me, you cook for me and most of all you have loved me better than anyone, better than my own self. You loved my flaws, my imperfections and my mistakes. I love you.... will you marry me?" Your world immediately went quiet.

You could hear everyone claping and cheering. Infront of you was addison slowly getting on her knees as she pulled out a beautiful diamond ring. Your jaw dropped as everyone and everything became background noises. They didn't exist. All that mattered was you and her, the woman proposing. You could hear everyone counting down to ten and when they got to one you shouted yes as addison picked your up and spinned you around.

She slipped the ring onto your finger as her lips found yours. You were beyond happy, you were dying of happiness. You have to be one the most happiest women on planet earth. You both pulled away as people began to gather around to congratulate you and to see the ring.

The rest of the night went by in a flash. You and addison were on your way home and you honestly couldn't be more excited to share this extraordinary and phenomenal night with her. Your fiance. Your soon to be wife.

Addison quickly opened the front door as you both entered quickly as if you were being chased. She barely had time to insure that it was locked before you were already hungrily kissing her. She kissed back with just as much passion as she grabbed your ass which caused you to chuckle. You jumped up onto her and wrapped your legs around her waist as she took you upstairs. She kicked the door to your bedroom open, before gently throwing you onto the bed before straddling you.

You both continued your passionate kiss, both were breathing and growling heavily as you fought to take off eachothers clothes. Once you and her were stripped of all clothing including undergarments you took a breather. You giggled as she pulled away with puffy red saliva coated lips.

" Your laughing?! You won't be laughing soon bet that" she spoke in a deep raspy voice as she kissed you again, this time it was filled with need. It was so sloppy, you could the way your tongues moved against eachother ad your teeth gnash against eachother. You moaned into her mouth as you felt yourself become more needy, you could feel your thighs becoming sticky as they clamp together, the pool between your legs only grew more.

You arched into her touch as her cold fingertips dragged across your delicate skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. Addison pulled away from your lips as she made her way down to your neck, nipping at that same spot.

" guess I can mark you now baby" she whispered as she gently kissed your skin making her way dow to your chest. She gently took your nipple into her mouth making you gasp as you pushed your chest up into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the soft bud until it became hard against it. She devoured your sensitive bud, flicking her tongue against the tip before sucking down harshly on it. You whined as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

" please mommy" she smirked as she made her way over towards the other nipple, giving it just as much attention as the other one.

" fuck, addy please" you moaned as she twisted your nipple between her fingertips before taking it back into her mouth and continuing her actions. She snaked her way down towards your lower region, slowly parting your thighs as the smell of your arousal hits her. She bites her lips as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. She caresses your inner thighs as she looks at your already dripping cunt.

" everyday I live I'll thank God for this perfect pussy darling" her tone of voice was driving you insane, it was so deep and hoarse, it sent shivers down your spine and throbs in your cunt. She smirked as she saw that you were already clenching around nothing. She licked her lips before beginning to pamper little butterfly open mouthed kisses on the flesh of your inner thighs.

You arched your back as you grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth towards your cunt, which she complied too. She slowly and teasing licked up your slit, your juices coating her lips like lip gloss. She licked her lips again before looking up at you and winking. She then latched on her mouth to your clit, driving her tongue between your folds as she teased and poked at your entrance making your eyes roll back.

" addy p-please I need it" she loved hearing you whine for her . your hips started to move up and down, riding her face chasing your own high , she knew exactly what to do that would make you go absolutely feral. Addison teases your hole with her tongue, dipping it in ever so slightly before pulling it out smirking when she hears you whimper in frustration. She removes her mouth which causes you to whine before proceeding to spit on your pussy, she then continues to kitty lick your clit.

You grip the sheets as she holds your thighs open picking up her pace as she finally again, begins sucking brutally at your clit. You squirm against her hole as you become even more desperate for her. She pulls away and comes up to your face.

" open your mouth" she spoke in a graspy voice, demanding but still leaving space for your choice. You obey her demand and open your mouth, she slowly lets her saliva along with your juices to fall into your mouth. She cleans up the small bit that drizzled onto your chin with her thumb.

" now be a good wife and swallow" she whispered before kissing you sloppily as some of the liquid spills into her mouth causing her to groan. You wrap your arms around her neck and pulled her in deepening the kiss. She could tell you were desperate.

" please addy please" you muttered kissing her all over her face. She chuckles as that sinister smirk makes an appearance as she raises her eyebrows as if she has no clue what you could be referring to.

" please fuck me babe, I want it so bad please addison. Please mommy" you spoke before moaning in a rather needy way before connecting your lips with hers again. Who was she to deny her wife of such pleasure and request. She hadn't even touched you yet and you were already trembling with need.

You felt her two of her long slender fingers find their way in between your folds spreading you open as they dive down to your entrance and back up towards your clit before gently pressing and rubbing against the sore bud before moving back down to your dripping and greedy hole. You whined as you broke the kiss and threw your head back. Addison finally gave in and slowly inserted her fingers into your cunt as she curled them finding a slow but meaningful pace inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back as, your legs threatened to close around her hand. Addison moaned into your ear as her hot breath tickled your neck. She groaned as she felt your warm spongy walls envelop around her fingers, squeezing them and pulling them deeper into your cunt. She looked at you as your chest heavied and your toes curled. She started thrusting her fingers in and out of you doing the barrel movements with her curled fingers, going knuckle length inside of you.

You could have swore you saw heaven as you closed your eyes.

" such a good fucking girl for mommy. Are you gonna be a good little slut and cum on her fingers and make a mess?" You could feel the coil in your lower abdomen getting tight as addison picked up her pace. You were seeing stars. Her fingers felt so good bruied deep in your pussy. Your walls contrast around her as her fingertips pounded into the sweet spot that had you screaming.

" fuck addison I'm g- I'm gonna- fuckkk" you couldn't even finish your sentence before your oragsm hot you harder than a train. Addison smiled as she felt your liquid pour out around her fingers as your walls clenched down around her. You let of a breathy moan as you gently rolled your hips down onto her fingers, riding out the last bit of sensation.

Addison kissed your forehead as she allowed you to ride out your high as long as you needed too before retracting her fingers. She hastily kissed your forehead and pulled you into her, she held you against her warm body as she drew soothing circles on your back as your legs still shook uncontrollably. She cooed you and she gently removed the stray hairs from infront of your face and tucked them behind your ear.

You sighed in satisfaction as you snuggled into her embrace. You entangled your feet with hers as you looked up into her eyes. She looked at you with pure love. She brought your hand with the ring up to her lips and kissed it.

" I love you" she whispered before nestling into your neck.

" I love you more addy" you whispered before you both fell asleep into pure ecstasy.

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brujitaadinbo · 5 months

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I think that since I started writing on this platform, I have made it clear and evident like many other creators, that it is more than obvious that Din never lost his prominence within The Mandalorian, on the contrary… In the finale of this season we will see a more dynamic, more active Din, happy to have resumed his creed, his planet, the circles and the new people he surrounded himself with, like Bo Katan, all his advances and above all, he look satisfied. When we are within a group of people, it is inevitable to interact and here we can see their growth. Since Grogu decided and stayed with Din, his way of thinking definitely changed and the value of protecting, not only his tribe, now the boy, his new friends, his ally Bo Katan and with him grew. that now to his people and everything that surrounds him (the galaxy in general) Thanks to the fact that Bo directed him to "have a greater purpose" that you can hear how Loki's speech (I loved the series) actually makes sense . The character needed a new direction, a great character with charisma, despite his somewhat closed and introverted attitudes, he needs that breath of fresh air and to have a more appropriate path than just being a bounty hunter or a mercenary (look at Boba Fett, technically he was already pigeonholed in that because the same fandom no longer allowed him to leave there)

Din has shown that he not only takes risks in battle or in a physical fight, this season he decided to challenge luck and start giving opportunities and showing confidence (Bo katan) to see how far he could go and what could be achieved, a character that From the beginning, he appeared cold, indoctrinated, inaccessible, erratic, foolish and above all a wall showing feelings and emotions supported by his helmet and armor. It was obvious that the one who would start pulling down that wall would be Grogu, until each stone began to fall and revealed the real Din.

A noble, determined, brave, honorable, shared, humble, sincere man, of few words and a lot of action, reserved but attentive, observant, diplomatic and above all, a great companion. These qualities began to emerge little by little and to show themselves a lot in this season and especially next to Grogu and Bo katan. And they tell me that Din didn't grow and that he lost prominence?? Let me tell you in big letters a resounding, No… you are very wrong.

#the mandalorian #star wars #this is the way #din djarin #clandetres #din x bo #bo katan x din #dinbo #bokadin

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vecnawrites · 7 months

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Patreon Reward: A Pure Support Group, Chapter 11: Neo

Another meeting, this time with Neo needing to speak her piece...

It was the newest meeting of FABJA, and tonight was led by Lian Ren, with Nora Valkyrie being her second. Pyrrha had been meaning to come and be Lian’s second for the night, but when she and Joan had been watching a movie earlier, Joan had fallen asleep, her head on the redhead’s chest. Pyrrha had been not only unable, but unwilling to make Joan move, even as the other blonde’s hand crept up and rested on the breast she wasn’t letting her head lay against.

While the tent that she pitched was highly embarrassing, as was Joan grabbing her breast, at the very least Joan wasn’t groping her lower regions in her sleep before they left. It had happened before and the mess had been...well. Let’s just say all three futa members of JNPR had to replace their pajamas several times throughout the year.

But that was neither here nor there, as they both sat in the room, looking over the assembled crowd at the moment.

May, Velvet, and Ruby were all talking softly, blushes on their faces as they were obviously talking about last meeting’s subject matter, if the nearby Arslan’s burning red face meant what they thought.

Fiona and Neon were chatting as well (who knew that those two were old friends?) as they waited for the meeting to begin properly, doing their best to stay calm, which was honestly failing, considering their lower garments were bulging outwards.

Other members of FABJA were mingling about as well, though the main reason they were here tonight was surrounded by her own support group.

Neopolitan was sitting curled up in her seat, the act of hugging her legs making her look far more vulnerable than she had ever seemed outside, with Cinder, Emerald, and the Malachite Twins sitting around her, each of them talking to her quietly, the sounds lost in the din of conversation.

Clearing her throat, Lian looked over the room as they quieted down. “Hello, everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA.” she began, seeing the expectant looks from those around her. “Today we have another person who needs to share what happened to them. Remember, there is no mocking anyone for their embarrassments, understood?” she warned, knowing that a few people in the room thought the girl haughty, especially Nora.

Then again, her partner had never forgiven the mute girl for the sex toy incident...or the punishment both had gotten from Goodwitch after said incident was over.

“The person who needs to speak tonight is Neo. Neo? At your leisure, please.”

A slight mechanical whine spilled from Neo’s hypervoice as she sighed, looking up, her mismatched pink and brown eyes glazed over before they sharpened as she was pulled out of her memories.

“<Hah...it...it was during the Halloween Movie Marathon that the Beacon Theater offered…>” she said through her hypervoice, her tone slightly shaky, even through the prosthetic.

“This is going to be so much fun, Neo! I know you like horror movies, so I thought this could be fun!” Neo couldn’t help but smile at how energetic Joan was, the bubbly girl practically bouncing on her feet, which did...enticing...things to her chest.

Neo shook herself. She needed to stay calm. This was one of the few times she was sure to have time alone with the blonde beauty, and she wasn’t going to let her hormones ruin it for her.

“<Thank you for the invitation, Joan. I hardly ever get invited to go to the movies.>” which was a pretty sad truth. Due to being a mute, it had always been hard for Neo to connect with others, and never mind the fact that most people didn’t like the same movies she did...which she thought rather sad. After all, most people tended to cringe at seeing visceral horror and bloodshed, and those that didn’t, were Hunters and it rated a ‘meh’.

But Neo found an enjoyment among them, if only because the ‘pint-sized terror’ (as her adopted father Roman referred to her as) enjoyed mocking the cliches and outdoing the carnage against Grimm targets or training bots...though she would admit that it wasn’t the same without blood.

But that was neither here nor there. Flashing their student ID’s, Neo made her way with the bubbly blonde to the concession counter, both getting popcorn and their chosen drinks (for her it was a cherry soda, and she noticed that Joan got a normal cola) and headed to their chosen theater.

As they entered, they noticed that while there were some students, the back seats (“The best seats!” Joan proclaimed) were completely empty and with a happy sound, Joan grabbed Neo’s hand and pulled her over to them.

Settling into the seats, Neo could admit that Beacon really did do right by its students, and this certainly beat having to scrounge for entertainment!

Settling in, Neo couldn’t wait to see what movies were picked for the night.

Emerald groaned, putting her head in her hands. “You poor, poor bitch…” she groaned, knowing exactly what happened, getting a flustered look from Neo, who waved her hands wildly, an almost unheard of expression from the normally sure of herself member of their team. “You were doomed before you knew it…”

Before Lian could say anything, Neo nodded, continuing. “<Yeah, I learned that the hard way...damn it.>” she huffed as Yang snickered at the inadvertent pun she made. “<I failed to think of the fact that she’s jumpy…>”

Neo was enthralled by the movie on screen; it was an older one, a more classic one, but that didn’t mean that it was less impressive than the newer movies. Actually, considering it was a classic, it captured her attention better than the ones that only relied on excessive blood and gore.

These had story building in them.

However, she had failed to realize that Joan could get jumpy this these movies (surprising, since she had seen the girl fight an Alpha Ursa in the Emerald Forest without a lick of fear on her face)...at least, until the blonde literally jumped out of her seat with a squeak and landed onto her lap, her bubbly rear pressing down onto her.

Neo released a sharp breath, her pupils shrinking as she felt the bubbly swell rub against her groin, her cock, which had been calming, surging with arousal from the feeling of a curvy woman, and the sweet smell of her skin.

Neo’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she tried to desperately keep her cock from bulging out and poking Joan in the rear. That was not how she wished to let her crush know that she liked her!

It was going to be awkward enough telling her eventually that she had sex with her porn star aunt!

Even worse, she was helpless to let Joan know what was happening to her, since her Hypervoice was off, and her head was shoved into the girl’s chest, leaving only her eyes (now glowing bright) looking at the screen as the killer stalked their next victim.

As they pinned them down and began to stab, Joan jerked as though she was the one being stabbed, physically each and every time.

...and considering her cock was harder than the shaft of Hush at the moment, perhaps that was a bad analogy?

Every shift on her lap was torture, Neo feeling precum leaking out into the fabric of her underwear, over her balls, as the beautiful blonde bounced on her lap in fright.

Bounce! Neo gasped as Joan rocked her rear against the bulge in her pants without knowing what she was doing.

Bounce! Her face was pulled down further into Joan’s chest, her nose in the girls cleavage, the only thing she was capable of smelling being the sweetness of the girl’s skin.

Bounce! Her balls churned angrily, loudly enough that she swore it was a miracle that no one heard it over the sounds of the movie in front of them.

BOUNCE! Neo’s eyes closed as she lost her battle with her orgasm, shuddering hard as cum sprayed into her pants, soaking them and covering her cock, balls, and inner thighs with the thick warmth vacating her balls.

Her shuddering was pronounced enough that Joan noticed and hugged her all the tighter, whispering into her ear, “It’s okay, I’m scared too!” wiggling closer as and only making her cum harder.

“<The only way that I managed to maintain any dignity is spilling my drink over my lap when Joan finally got off of my lap...but I’m still pretty sure everyone but Joan knew...>” Neo groaned, burying her face into her hands.

Cinder huffed. “They probably did…” she muttered, shaking her head sadly, knowing the embarrassment that her teammate must have felt. Though that statement was probably better off not being made, as Neo only curled up more.

Lian sighed, knowing exactly what the girl felt, as did Nora and Pyrrha. “...thank you for sharing with us, Neo.” she said softly, “Let us end the meeting and head to bed, it’s getting late for us all.”

Shuffling filled the room as members of the support group shuffled out, some walking straighter than others, the support group separating until their next needed meeting...

#Patreon Reward #Neopolitan #Joan Arc #A Pure Support Group

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burnwater13 · 3 months

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Grogu touching the snout of Boba Fett's rancor. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar by DataWorks.

Grogu never thought that he was going to be lucky enough to see a rancor, let alone touch one. But he had. Been lucky that is. Most people didn’t hope to get that close to the huge critter. Rancors were extremely large and very scary looking and weighed more than a land speeder. They were also carnivores. Yikes.

Honestly, Grogu wasn’t really worried much about that last part. Sure, other people needed to worry about a rancor eating them or grabbing them with their huge hands, but not Grogu. If you think that’s just because he can use the Force and is very special because of that… you’d be correct.

“Know your strengths and weaknesses, young Grogu, and you will make wise choices.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi told him that and Grogu was grateful for the advice. It had served him well over the years. Grogu didn’t have to wonder if he should try and overpower the rancor with a fantastical feat of strength. That would be silly. Grogu wasn’t even half a meter tall. He was just over a third of a meter in height which meant that the rancor was easily 14 times as tall as he was! Fourteen! He couldn’t even put his arms all the way around one of the rancor’s digits.

Nope. He couldn’t use strength.

Then rancors were only sort of sentient. They were trainable. They mostly knew friend from foe. They were a lot like a very large barghest. And them imprinted on the first person or creature they saw. They would be devoted to that being and protect them at any cost.

Grogu had spent time reading up on rancors as part of his training at the Jedi Temple. The critters were originally from Dathomir, but had been found on other planets. They definitely weren’t native to Tatooine, but few of things on Tatooine were native species. He suppose that’s what happened when smugglers and gangs and other criminals made a place ‘home’. They brought things to that place that just didn’t belong there for one reason or another.

But the lack of full sentience in rancors meant that Grogu couldn’t negotiate with the big critter. He couldn’t just smile and giggle and win them over. Nope. Rancors didn’t seem to care about things like that very much.

That all meant that Grogu had to deal with the rancor using a different tool. One that he was reluctant to use right up to the point that he saw the huge critter try to bite his dad’s head. Thank goodness Din Djarin had been wearing his beskar helmet. While Grogu wasn’t typically a fan of his dad hiding his face, it really helped that day.

The rancor attacking his dad meant that Grogu had to take firm action and it had to be decisive. But he didn’t want to see the critter hurt. Not like what happened with the mudhorn. He didn’t know the Mandalorian as well back then, but he really wished Din Djarin hadn’t felt the need to kill the critter and had just stunned it or something. The Force was not well served by diminishing the lives that supported it.

That created a dilemma that Grogu had to be creative to deal with. He couldn’t just lift the rancor up and shake it and drop it. First, that just seemed mean and second, it would put him at substantial risk. Picking critters up required a lot of concentration and focus. One of those scorpan things could have hurt him or one of the Pykes, if any of them were still living. No. Grogu had to do something different. Something subtle. Something that the rancor would actually like.

Grogu thought about his choices for a split second and remembered another saying that the Jedi Masters used from time to time at the Temple. “If all else fails, take a nap.”

Grogu couldn’t remember who said it, but one of them did and it was good advice. Sleep resolved a lot of problems. Not sure if you are really hungry or just bored? Take a nap. If you can’t fall asleep you are really hungry. Not sure if you should study more or go outside to play? Take a nap. If you fell asleep you didn’t have enough energy to do either thing. Need to deal with a rampaging rancor but you don’t want to hurt the critter? Use the Force to make it take a nap. Easy peasy!

Kind of.

Not really.

Yes, it was the best possible outcome. The critter stopped attacking his dad and didn’t threaten anyone else. It was obviously tired, scared and injured because the Pykes were mean and the Scorpan droids didn’t care who they fired at. So getting it to calm down, feel drowsy, forget the pain, and feel warm and secure and loved, which were big elements of using the Force to make a critter fall asleep, was a very complicated and delicate balance. That took a lot of focus, persistence, and compassion. And energy. A lot of energy.

That made Grogu’s next decision far easier than he imagined. The question had been should he run over to Peli and give her a hug and check on that tooth she lost, or should he run over to his dad and make sure his helmet hadn’t gotten dented by the rancor’s teeth. He made the only choice his training had prepared him to make.

He took a nap.

What was good for the rancor was good for the Grogu. It was as simple as that.

Grogu touching the snout of Boba Fett's rancor. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor.

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I hope I'm not reaching but I feel like Din essentially told Bo that he is spending the rest of his life with her. Din Djarin, the man who usually helps people and is on his way, told Bo that he will serve her until her song is written. He will be right by her side with Grogu who loves her too. Which usually would be after someone dies. If that is not setting up a clan of 3 I don't know what is.

I would love to hear your thoughts about how Bo's interactions differ from the other interactions he has with Pelli, Greef, etc. Because it's not lost on me that Bo acts like his mom. I would say that Grogu is so attached to her that he and Din cannot leave.

Hello my friend! And no you are absolutely not!

To understand this, one only has to look at what kind of person Din Djarin is. In season 1, he was an absolute lone wolf who roamed the galaxy to do assignments as a bouny hunter to support his tribe. Although he has always helped friends and acquaintances he met along the way, he has never committed his life to anyone other than his tribe. Some examples:

Boba Fett

I love Boba, he is my husband and I love the dynamic between him and Din. Din didn't hesitate for a second to help Boba Fett with his problem with the pykes. He didn't want payment, but just the fact that Fennec came to him to hire him suggests they have a different kind of relationship, although Din was absolutely willing to die for the cause when push came to shove. But that has more to do with the fact that honor is paramount for Din Djarin and when he promises something he keeps it.

I'm kind of sad there were no real interactions with Boba and Grogu I really would like to see that, because Boba knew a few jedi himself.

Peli Motto

First off I have to say that I adore Peli, one of my absolute favorite characters. And Grogu adores her too, as we found out this episode as he jumps into her arms with glee. Peli reminds me of my favorite aunt I got to spend time with as a kid and that meant lots of fun and action. She spoils Grogu, he gets his favorite food and has a lot of fun, yet a very different relationship than the one he has with Bo. Bo-Katan has spoken with Grogu on an equal footing since the beginning, not like a toddler or pet. Just think how much she talked to him in episode two and made a real connection. Bo explains, shows interest, and teaches him along with Din, taking on the role of mother rather than cool aunt.

Greef Karga

Grogu and Din share a special past with Greef. I really like the character, especially this season. Greef was Din's boss, then briefly his enemy. Grogu saves his life and it completely changes the relationship of the three. Din and Greef are friendly with each other, he doesn't hesitate to help when Nevarro needs help, but at the same time Din also has Greef's offer of a piece of land in mind. I love how Greef gives him a bottle... whatever that is... he reminds me of a good friend and he treats Grogu the same way. I would even say like a childless friend who appreciates the little one (after all, he saved his life!) but doesn't really know what to do with him. When Din insists on Grogu's name, Grogu doesn't seem to show any real interest.

Greef and most of the other acquaintances and friends call Din Mando. That's one of the first things I noticed, that Bo always calls him by his name. Both Bo's relationship with Din and Grogu was much more personal from the start. She shouldn't have taken care of Din or Grogu, but she did it and not just like that, but with interest and a lot of warmth that she never showed to anyone else.

Conclusion

I don't get the aunt vibes with Bo like some people say. I'm a mom myself and I've felt the connection between Grogu and Bo since the second episode. The way she treats him, how he is always close to her, how she protects and teaches him. Apart from the fact that Katee Sackhoff describes herself as a mummy and recently became a mother herself.

The same goes for Din Djarin. Yes, he is loyal and has so far helped all his friends without hesitation and would probably die honorably for most of them. But he has never committed himself to anyone so openly and without compromise and until his end. I'm pretty sure Bo-Katan understood what Din Djarin's words really mean is evident in her reaction. Astonishment, awe and full of emotion.

I realized too late that you were actually asking about the relationship between Bo and Grogu, now it's a mixture. Have fun with it and this is the way!

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wannab-urs · 6 months

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 25

Hi Friends!!

It has been... a week. I didn't get a whole lot of reading done. But I did absolutely adore every single thing I read this week. I think, if I can count, I read 12 new fics this week. Also tried out yet another new format: Author summaries (or my quick one if there wasn't one) included with the rec.

As always you can find all of my previous fic recs here. Feel free to tag me in your fics and I'll add them to my TBR (please understand that my TBR is long as hell and it might take a while for me to get to it)

Fic recs below the (baby) Pedro!

Me and My Husband a Din series by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

This is the first married!Din series I’ve ever seen (not saying it doesn’t exist, but I haven’t seen it), so this is for my infidelity loving Din Girlies. I love how awkward and just plain bad at flirting Din is in this. And you’ll hear this a lot from me in my reblogs but POOR MAY!! I’m so excited for the rest of this series.

Oh, Honey a Joel series by @lincolndjarin

Summary: you’ve been given a gift. a fresh start in a brand new place, the sleepy little town of Honey, WV. a distant aunt has passed away and left you a little plot of land and her camper, the stars must be aligning for you because the local mortician is looking for an assistant and you’re desperate for the work experience. your new employer even offers to set you up with her brother-in-law! things are looking up, you’ve got a brand new home, a new town, a hot date, (and thanks to a series of bear attacks that started immediately after your arrival) you have more than enough work to keep you busy!

Oh look Gin is reading another monsterfucking fic…. Shocker. But anywayyyy, I love the buildup in this. It’s got such a good suspenseful plot. And I love that reader goes a lil off the rails and everyone is fuckin gaslighting her aghhhhhh. Oh also baby Ellie is in this and that is adorable. The lore and the worldbuilding in this are to die for, I feel like I’m reading a mystery novel.

A Heart For Eating a Joel series by @motherofagony

Summary: a vicious raider attack robs you of human connection and lights a fire of destruction in your life in jackson. joel's fixated on you, and your lives tangle. revenge becomes a needful thing.

I love Joel’s characterization in this so much. He’s a grumpy bastard, but he’s got that wonderful protective caregiver thing going on. If you’re a fan of some mild love as consumption, injured men (and taking care of them (joel)), christ side wounds, and gorgeous storytelling this is the one.

Go Ahead, I dare ya a Javi P two shot by @chronically-ghosted

Summary: 1. No sex. 2. No touching yourself. 3. No orgasms. 4. No murdering your annoying DEA partner. A Javier Peña-shaped riff on that iconic Star Wars fic.

The TENSION!!!! The BUILDUP!!!! This fic drove me crazy dude. It’s so will they won’t they the whole fucking time right up until they do. Javi is perfectly written and reader is a perfect match for his bullshit.

Wet Work a Frankie one shot by @loversandantiheroes

Summary: Frankie accidentally discovers how to make you squirt

I???? It’s a fic where Frankie makes you squirt three times like what else do I even have to say? It’s on your kitchen table! And you call him a good boy! This fic is devastatingly hot.

Frankie Breathplay Drabble a Frankie drabble by @ozarkthedog

Summary: Frankie chokes you while you ride him

Got tagged in this lovely little drabble and ummmm oh my god? Breathplay is a little bit of an understatement for what this is. It borders on dark!frankie (in my personal opinion), which I adore. He’s choking you out while you ride him. Like that’s what’s happening. Asphyxiation but make it sexy.

Real Gods Require Blood a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

Summary: You think you’re as good as dead when a band of raiders find you. In what you think are your final moments, an angel appears. His name is Joel Miller, and he is here to deliver you from evil.

CULT JOEL! CULT JOEL!!! I love how fucking scary Joel is in this. It’s like if the stuff that happened to canon joel got all mixed up with some religious trauma and made him go a little crazy. I loved this so much. It was quietly terrifying, beautifully written. I love the ending so much too… not gonna spoil it but AHHHH

The Locksmith a The Thief series by @oonajaeadira

Summary: A Thief you’ve known for years and have conflicting feelings for brings you a gift. The gift is a not only a puzzle in itself, but part of a larger mystery, one only you can crack.

I’m like 3 or 4 chapters into this series and I love it so much. The Thief with a locksmith reader is just such a good idea and I love how he ropes her into situations. He’s such a smooth talker ugh. The opera chapter? Pls. I gotta go finish this series now actually AH.

The Haunting of Dieter Bravo a Dieter one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: "ghosts aren't real, except when they are."

As a paranormal horror slut, it really felt like this fic was written for me… (f’me, if you will, Bea). Dieter being Dieter and reader being done with his shit and then they get HAUNTED. I love it. The suspense is so good. I was actually a lil freaked out.

Everyone at this party's a vampire a Dieter one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: "you look so pretty like this."

This is funny because Dieter is an idiot, but reader is so hot??? Anyway sexy vampire lady lures Dieter’s dumbass into getting murked and it’s wonderful.

Intimidation Tactics a Dave/Marcus P series by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, are investigating a case that brings you far too close to something much more dangerous than your average art thief.

I haven’t quite finished this yet (actually just got to the big action scene), but I am so in love with this fic. I already adore the way Penny writes Marcus, but then we get her Dave too. And Dave has all these elements of movie Dave – badass, sexy, a little scary – but we also get to see him be sweet and protective and playful and I love it so much. And then also I think everyone knows I’m a big ol slut for a MMF fic and the dynamic between Marcus and Dave is so fucking good. Little baby enemies to lovers plotline and GOD their chemistry is off the charts.

Just Friends a Javi P two shot by @joelsgreys

Summary: You’re planning to have sex for the first time and you’re nervous—Javi offers to show you a thing or two, but just as friends of course.

I really love the way Vee writes Javi, man. He’s arrogant, annoying, rude, snarky… but also protective, sweet, and very ummmm giving. The banter is fuckin unmatched. And the mutual pining? PLEASE. I’m obsessed.

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Apologies to anyone whose series I normally keep up with... I've been a lil scatterbrained.

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Happy Reading!

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the-scandalorian · 1 year

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Do you have any advice for new writers losing confidence? I read other stories sometimes and feel so hopeless about my own writing. Other writers are so talented and so much better. It makes me want to quit.

hii my love,

the good news is that i have many pieces of advice for you because this is a feeling i also experience. most of this advice is not directly related to writing and more about navigating tumblr because for me, a lot of these feelings are exacerbated by isolation. so, several things:

know that you are not alone in this feeling. it’s normal. every writer, and i mean every one—from those with 10 followers to those with 10k followers—has these feelings. it's part of writing. it's scary and vulnerable to share something you've created, and it’s impossible not to compare yourself to others. but it’s important to make sure your perspective is not “these other writers are my competition” but rather, “these writers are members of my community who i can learn from, befriend, and share my own unique talents with.” quality is subjective. we all bring value

remember that tumblr doesn’t make it easy to find new people or fics. it’s unlikely that people are seeing your work and thinking, “i don’t want to read their fics,” and far more likely that they aren’t seeing your fics at all

which brings me to my most important advice: build community. reach out to people you like and make a few good friends. and be patient with the process! it takes time and concerted effort. you have to reach out, send asks, comment on fics, drop into dms of several people to find a handful you vibe with. you have to cast a wide net and try more than once. you have to find things you have in common with people. a couple people might ignore you, most will be kind, and a few will become good friends

i highly recommend using discord to stay connected with the promising people you meet—both for dms and to join servers. it’s more direct and social. it’s far easier to cultivate friendships

get a beta reader and/or be a beta reader. not only is it a good way to improve your writing, but it’s also a good way to get close to another writer. this process also takes time because i recommend asking someone you know whose writing you like (i.e. not reaching out to someone you haven’t interacted with yet to ask). i ask friends who have writing strengths i lack and ones i can offer to help in return because we like the same characters. making it a reciprocal process isn't always possible but is ideal!

provide support to get support. friendships aren’t transactional, but they do require effort and care from both parties. that means if you want in-depth comments on your fics, regular asks, etc., doing that for others is a great way to facilitate it. for instance, i love when someone i know drops into my askbox/dms with a din fic they’ve written, but it doesn’t feel great when someone who has never interacted with me or my work does that. that says: i don’t need to support your work, but you should support mine. not a good look

that being said, don’t be afraid to self-rec when people ask for recommendations. it’s scary but a good way to put your work out there, and it can be more comfortable to do when you’ve already interacted with the person asking for recs

this is the most common writing advice because it’s effective: read! not just fic but published work from a variety of genres and authors. read for inspiration, to study authors’ styles, to take a break from writing when you’re burnt out, etc.

the only way to get better at writing is to write. write half-polished things, write overwrought metaphors (like me), write sentences that are too long (also me), use ‘try hard’ vocabulary (me again). do whatever. do it all. do what’s fun. fanfic is the perfect medium for exploration. it’s a playground without huge stakes. think of it all as practice. think of it all as getting out the bad so you can get to the good. no one starts out a good writer

remember that engagement is especially low on tumblr and getting lower. it's hard not to take personally. but after a while, you realize there are phases of higher and lower activity. it’s likely that the din fandom will start to pick up again in a couple months when the trailer comes out. in the meantime, if you chat with friends, share fics, and interact with others regularly/directly, things don’t seem so bad

i hope some of this helps. please know that i’m happy you’re here. i’m happy to have more people writing and sharing their creativity and joining the community. jumping in is hard, but everything feels easier when you have some connections

💖

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