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Red headed first officer ready to roll!

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Sorry to bother you, but I seen you reposted a prompt list and I was just wondering you could do “ hey, i got you some water. drink it all, you’ll feel better. “ whenever you have time 😊

Heat | Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x Female! Reader

warnings: heat sickness, passing out, vomiting, Goose being a cutie pie note: I am so soft for this man. He just screams "I don't care if you puke on me, I still love you." so send in Goosey thoughts:)

You and heat never got along.

It was another hot day in Lemoore. And hot days in Lemoore meant that the temperatures were reaching nearly 100 plus degrees. Your commander had given his usual morning safety briefing to remind everyone to drink plenty of water, use the arm dunking stations when needed, and to take breaks inside out of the unforgiving sun.

You were supposed to have a simple day, flight plans and maintenance in the morning and a hop with Maverick and Goose in the afternoon. You spent most of your morning inside the hangar, feeling the cool air on your body. In fact, you actually got kind of cold sitting in your office and looking over flight plans. Your water bottle sat on your desk, half drank, as you fueled your body with coffee instead to get through looking at maintenance documents all morning.

"Jesus, Great Balls of Fire, it's hot," Goose said as you, Maverick and himself walked out to your jets. You could see the heat waves on the horizon, "Think it ever gets too hot to melt the wheels?"

"Don't know," You shrugged, "Probably can cook an egg on the canopy though," You pointed to the top of your jet.

"Ha!" Goose said, "Loser has to cook an egg on their canopy. . . and eat it."

Maverick laughed at his back seater, "Goose, are you 30 or 15?"

"You're not supposed to ask a gentleman their age, Pete, it's rude."

Now it was your turn to laugh as you listened to the two pilots bicker like an old married couple. You had known Maverick and Goose since you first arrived in Lemoore about two years ago. You'd be fooling yourself if you said you didn't have a crush on the mustached RIO. He was good-looking, funny, and knew how to have a fun time.

You sat in your cockpit already sweating. It somehow felt hotter as you got ready for your hop. You could feel the sweat dripping down your neck as you waited for take-off.

"Is it just me or is it hotter up here than on the ground?" You heard Goose over comms and looked over to see him, giving you a wave.

"It's not just you, Mother Goose," You answered back, "Alright, tower this is ghost rider 1, ready for take off."

"Ghost rider 1, you are clear for take off."

You gave Goose and Maverick a thumbs up, before taking off towards the sky. Goose always loved watching you fly. If he could sit on the ground and watch you all day, he would. But it was even more of a fight to see you up close and in the air with you. Maverick noticed his RIO being unusually quiet, and knew that his eyes were trained on the skies ahead.

"Oh you are in deep," Maverick chuckled.

"I am no-"

"Tower this is Ghost Rider 2, permission for take off?" Maverick cut off his back seater and fixed the mask on his face.

--- --- ---

You had never been so happy to have your feet back on the ground. Being up in the sky just made the heat worse, and you knew that you had sweat stains in your flight suit. You were about ready to punch out the canopy if it didn't open quickly.

Goose had felt the heat too, and not just from the sun. The dog fight had been intense. You were one of the best pilots in the sky, and Maverick. . . well he was Maverick. You flew fast, and moved with precision. You and Maverick went back and forth between having missile lock on one another. Until you finally "shot" Maverick down by doing a pristine cobra move, and locked in.

"You think she'd teach me how to do that cobra move so slickly?" Maverick asked as the canopy pulled back, giving the aviators some fresh, but hot air.

"No clue," Goose said, taking his helmet off, "You think she'd ice me down if I asked?"

"Think with the head on your shoulders, Nicholas, not the other one," Maverick smirked, and unbuckled himself from his seat. Maverick climbed down first and took the flight gear from Goose.

"Oh I am thinking with this head," Goose said, taking his turn to climb down from the plane, "In fact, I think I'm gonna go be a gentleman and ask if she needs help with anything." Maverick gave his friend a nod, before patting his shoulder and starting on post-flight.

Goose smiled to himself, and fixed his hair a bit as he walked over to your plane. He hoped he didn't smell too bad, but you were used to being around smelly, sweaty men. He did a quick pit sniff as he walked up to you, seeing you leaning on your hand resting on the side of your plane.

"Hey, Dash, do you need anything?" Goose asked. You blinked a couple times, trying to register his voice in your head and also trying to focus your vision on something. Your back was to him and he couldn't see how pale you looked, "Dash?" He called your name again. He reached out to touch your shoulder when you doubled over and vomited all over the ground.

"Holy shit," Goose tossed his helmet on the ground and rushed to you as your legs nearly gave out, "Hey, I got you, I got you."

"Goose, I-I don't feel well," You mumbled.

"I know, c'mon, we gotta cool you down," Goose put your arm around his shoulders and wrapped one around your arm, "Alright, walk with me." You nodded and did your best to move your weak and wobbly legs, but It felt like you had no control over them.

Goose somehow managed to walk/carry you into the rec room, and sat you right down on the couch in front of the air conditioner. You were thankful that no one else was in the room to see you like this. You already got enough shit about being a female, you didn't need to get shit about this. Goose moved around the room quickly, going straight for the freezer and grabbing some icepacks and dishtowels.

"We need to get your core temp down," Goose said and You nodded.

"Do what you need too, Mother Goose," Your words were still slurred.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Goose said and unzipped your flight suit, stripping you down to your t-shirt and shorts. He lifted your arms slightly and put the icepacks under your arms pits. You let out a whine at the temperature change, but then welcomed it against your hot skin.

--- --- ---

You weren't sure when you fell asleep or maybe you even passed out, but you woke up in your dark barracks room with a box fan pointed right at you. Your head hurt as you looked around the room, spotting the door cracked open and a light coming from your common area. You tried to push yourself up from your bed but let out a groan instead. You still felt weak from your collapse earlier.

"Y/N?" You heard Goose call out to you. He was standing in the doorway to your room, you could seem him through the crack, "Can I come in?"

"Y-yeah," Your voice was raspy, probably from throwing up earlier.

Goose walked into your dark room and smiled at you, "Hey, i got you some water. drink it all, you’ll feel better," He said and handed you a glass of water. You basically drank it down in one go, the cool liquid soothing your throat.

"What happened?" You asked, setting the glass down on your bedside table.

"You got a bit over heated," Goose said and you groaned, "It's okay. We got you to the rec room, put some icepacks under your armpits. No one saw a thing if that's what you're worried about."

"Am I that transparent?" You asked nervously and Goose shook his head, "You didn't have to stay."

"I know," Goose said, "But I did to make sure you were okay. Ya know. . . you gave me quite the scare. I-I hadn't ever seen you like that."

You flushed red, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Y/N," Goose said and shifted closer to you, "Did I ever tell you about the time that I had to be stripped down to my tighty whiteys at boot camp?" You shook your head, "I passed out while standing in the chow line. My drill sergeant yelled 'ice sheet!' and I was stripped down to my tighty whiteys right then and there, and this was before I had these bad boys," Goose held his arms up and flexed his biceps. You couldn't help but laugh at him, "There it is. There's that sound I love so much."

You playfully shoved Goose, "Thank you for making me feel better about upchucking on the tarmac."

"Always," Goose said, and grabbed your hand. You glanced down between your hands and back up at Goose, who had a blush on his face. He went to pull his hand away but you squeezed it and then laced your fingers with his.

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What if…. Ezra x fem reader, where at first during the “ghost crew” days Reader was best friends with Sabene, but also had a massive crush on her… then Ezra came along, she got a good look at this sassy Cutie with dreamy eyes~ 👀

And immediately clocked that he also probably had a crush on Sabene, reader went “NoPe! I am NOT loosing to this blue eyed babe!” 😤 (and completely missed that she’s also attracted to him..)

After awhile she realized she’s already fallen inlove with Ezra, and she’s known she no longer has a crush on her best friend Sabene for at least a year..in fact she and Sabene now have a more close Sisterly relationship… but it’s too late to say anything, because the day she finally realizes her true feelings is the day they lost Ezra.. and he left her a com recording confessing his feelings to reader.. but now she has no way to tell him that she feels the same.

She’s broken.. rarely speaks to anyone other then her family in the Ghost crew.. and even then it’s not much, and barely above a whisper, but she and Sabene never give up, practically obsessed with bringing Ezra back home.. Sabene to bring back her adopted brother, and reader to give Ezra a slap upside the head for having done such a dangerous stunt.. and then to tackle him in a kiss, till his whole face is as blue as his beautiful eyes.. just to make sure he knows how she feels..

And because they’re basically sisters, Sabene tells Ezra how reader has brutally rejected everyone who’s been interested in her since his absence.. no dick left un-kicked or face left un-punched if they tried to flirt with her past an obvious rejection..

You can’t imagine how much I love this. Like fr. I have school today and it’s nearly 3 AM-. It took some time though since I wanted to get the beginning as perfectly as I could, even rewatched the first episodes of Rebels for this one haha

anywayyy, I hope you like this! Turned out to be my longest ff I‘ve ever written-

a heartfelt confession.

pairings: Fem!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: hurt to comfort

word count: 5,5K

summary: You had a massive crush on Sabine. One day, a guy named Ezra appeares in your life’s, joining the Ghost crew and also taking interest in Sabine. You wouldn’t loose to him though. There’s just something that you fail to notice, your newly developed feelings for him. When you finally realize them and much later even feel ready to confess to him, your paths get separated for what feels like forever. Chopper then shows you a hologram of him, confessing to you. You’re broken but you and Sabine eventually find him.

authors note: I already said some things above but I once again wanted to thank you for your request, had a lot of fun writing it!! Here’s another ff to our beloved blueberry’s collection!

enjoy <33

Time was something you just assumed that you’d always have. It made you numb to the things you already had, not appreciating them enough.

And it was too late for you when you finally realized it.

That time wasn’t always by your side.

-

„Where are we headed to today?“

You asked Hera as you and Sabine entered the room and sat down right behind her in the Ghost‘s cockpit. 

She typed in some coordinates in the system, ready to jump into hyperspace while chopper started ranting about something he disliked again. 

„We‘re going to Lothal. Visago sent us an message about some crates with weapons inside. We can’t let the empire have them.“

„Alright then“

Sabine said, fixing up her helmet while you watched her. 

You couldn’t help but feel the warmth starting to rise inside you again.

Since the day you joined the ghost crew you started to develop a crush for her. 

And the fact that you both shared the same cabin didn’t help.

„Ready to kick some bucketheads butts y/n?“

Sabine then asked, shifting her gaze to yours and you nodded, feeling excited about this mission. You didn‘t tell her about your crush on her, you didn’t have the guts and you didn’t even know if she’d be attracted to you anyway. 

„Readier then ever“

-

Let’s say that your mission didn’t really go as you all planned. Some blue haired idiot decided to interfere and you, Zeb and Kanan spent your already stressed out afternoon by chasing him since he stole some crates. 

Kanan however decided to help him and bring him on the Ghost when they where spotted by TIE-Pilots. 

When you opened the crates, revealing the weapons inside them, his eyes widened in shock 

„Do you know how much they’re worth on the black market??“

He asked with hints of excitement in his voice.

„Don’t get stupid ideas brat“

Zeb then said, shoving the boy to the side.

„Why is he here anyway?“

You could feel Zeb‘s disinterest in having the boy onboard. Not knowing the answer to his question too, you just shrugged. 

„Guess that Kanan saw something in him“

Sabine spoke up.

„He managed to steal the crate after all“

She added, leaning herself against the wall while she looked at your direction. Smirking because some random brat managed to trick you.

„hey! I didn’t expect some random guy to interfere, alright?“

„Of corse you didn’t“

Sabine teased, enjoying the reaction she got from you.

„Who are you guys anyway?“

The boy then asked, his gaze shifting from yours to Sabines and to Zeb‘s.

You kind of got distracted by his eyes. The blue was so vibrant, almost as if it wasn‘t from this galaxy. Your gazes stayed locked for a moment until Zeb spoke up. 

„We are the ghost crew“

He said, starting to make his way closer to the boy. When he was close enough, he tripped. The TIE fighters managed to land a hit on the Ghost, leading to Zeb falling down, landing on the boy. 

„Get.. up..! I can’t breathe!“

He whisper yelled, struggling to breathe.

„Hey, I‘m not that heavy under normal conditions“

Zeb said, standing up while the boy took a deep breath.

„I didn’t mean your weight.. I meant your smell“

He said, holding his nose shut while he shoved the air away from him. 

That seemed to pull a string in Zeb‘s temper.

„You don’t like the air quality here huh?“

He asked, looking down at the boy before him. 

„Let me bring you to your own room!“

Zeb then added, grabbing the boys leg and shoving him into a small container like metallic box.

„No.. no no!“

He was cut short when Zeb closed the door. 

„Stupid brat“

Sabine and you then started laughing. The fact that Zeb, a grown Lasat lost his temper to some boy‘s comment on his smell was hilarious to you.

„He really didn’t twice about telling you this“

Sabine said between her laughs.

„Straight to your face“

You added, needing to catch your breath since this was the funnies thing you ever saw after Chopper and Zeb‘s rivalry. 

„Let’s go, the fight is not over yet“

Sabine then said, gesturing you to follow her and you did.

Unbeknownst to you, the boy you all just met managed to escape from his ‚room‘ by opening the vent and using the small room to enter another part of the ship. 

He soon noticed that it was part of the defense system when he saw the big blasters. And this was the moment when he realized that he wasn’t on Lothal anymore.

„I‘m in.. space…“

He said in awe, looking up to the stars, a sight he didn’t expect to see in his life.

He was excited but it didn’t last long when he noticed the TIE Fighters flying towards them, shooting at them.

„and I‘m going to die!“

He kind of yelled, his excitement turning into fear.

It didn’t last long though, shortly after he heard another round of blaster followed by the sight of one TIE Fighter getting destroyed. 

„wow..“

He didn’t know them for long, in fact, he just met them after he stole from them, but they seemed to be strong. He was deep in his thoughts, not noticing you and Sabine entering the small room and dragging him away from the seat. 

Sabine then took off her helmet, staring down at him before she sat down, shooting at the remaining TIE fighters. The boy went speechless after seeing her, looking at her with wide eyes. You noticed that, not blaming him since you felt the same way. But he of corse couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

„My name is Ezra, and what is yours..?“

He asked or better, tried to flirt.

You still stood behind him, trying your best not to laugh. 

But you failed. Seconds later Zeb entered the small room too, grabbing Ezra by his shoulders and turning him to his direction, looking straight into his eyes. 

„I‘m Zeb, you loath rat!“

Sabine and you once again started to laugh your asses off, the change in Ezra’s face was way too funny. He went from ‚hey babe, wanna watch the stars together‘ to ‚no! please don’t kill me‘ very fast.

But something with him worried you. He seemed to take a interest in Sabine too and you were sure that you wouldn’t loose to this blue eyed idiot.

There was another thing though.. his eyes… they somehow always seemed to find a way to impress you. You didn’t think too much into that at first, but you started to notice a new feeling building up inside you whenever he was close.

-

Some time passed since Ezra joined your crew. 

It was a struggle at first but you all soon grew close together. Ezra was sharing a cabin with Zeb, something you still found hilarious considering their first conversation being about Zeb’s smell. 

Ezra and you even became very close friends. The first thing you do after every mission now being to meet up at the small room where he firstly ever tried to flirt with Sabine, talking about how the mission went for each one.

„I even managed to steal a helmet! This guy‘s aim was so embarrassing“

He said, looking proudly at his ‚trophy‘ , his voice laced with an excitement you now couldn’t imagine to live without. 

But you couldn’t help but feel worried for him. Todays mission left scars behind, physical and emotional. 

„There was also this Inquisitor.. I really thought that I‘d die the moment his blade flew past my face“

His tone now was more serious compared to his excitement from before. 

„Kanan thought that I died..“

He looked down, recalling todays events. You noticed his struggle and you wanted to help him, but you didn’t really know how.

„Hey.. Ezra look at me“

You said, lifting your hand to Cup his cheek with the scars. Gently turning his head to you again, locking gazes with him. 

„It’s not your fault.. I‘m just happy that you‘re well. Safe and sound and most importantly, right here with us“

Something in his eyes then changed while hearing your words. They seemed to relax, be more at ease then the stressed ones from before. 

He leaned into your touch, letting your words sink in.

„Thank you..“

He then said, looking up to you again. You couldn’t help but notice the same feeling you felt for some time now. Whenever he was around you or you both shared your moments, talking about the missions, a strange feeling managed to make it‘s way up to you. 

„You don’t have to thank me you idiot“

You then chuckled, taking your hand away from his face and then opening your arms. 

„Does lil Ezra need a hug?“

A teasing tone made its way to your question, accompanied by a smirk.

„You’re just one week older“

He then said, crossing his arms.

„I know, you’re still younger then me though“

You said, chuckling again as you took a step closer.

„Now, do you want that hug or should I just give it to Zeb“

Ezra didn’t wait any longer and opened up his arms, letting you to take him into your embrace.

„You know.. it’s dangerous to hug that Lasat in your fragile age. His smell would’ve permanently destroy your nose“

It was his turn now to tease you.

„Hey! I‘m not that much older!“

You faked an hurt undertone, failing to hold your laugh back.

„You decided to call me lil Ezra, prepare to live with the consequences“

He said, shrugging while he also failed to hold his laugh back. 

Moments like these made you two grow closer and soon enough you didn’t even care anymore about him liking Sabine. 

You even started to notice that your crush on her wasn’t as intense as it was before you met Ezra. 

And if you weren’t completely delusional right now, you noticed that Ezra stopped his attempts of flirting with her.

You didn‘t understand it back then. How could you? Everything was so simple and you basically had everything you needed. But things never stay the way they are, this was the most important thing you learned throughout your life.

And there was something you failed to notice, the true meaning behind that mysterious new feeling you always had around him.

-

Some years passed by by now. 

You no longer had a crush on Sabine, that was something you knew for over a year now. Instead you realized the fact that you not only had a crush on Ezra, no, but you also fell in love with your blue eyed idiot. 

Your meetings with him after every mission became something like a routine, something you both couldn’t live without.

Even if you didn’t have missions on some days, you always managed to find some free time in order to spend it together. Exchanging stories, eating your rations together, sharing embarrassing moments of your lives and just spend time together.

His eyes became something you wanted to fight for. Something you knew that you needed. They resembled the peace you all fought for and they also made your heart skip a beat a few times whenever they looked at you. 

And the same goes for him. His crush on Sabine back then didn’t last long. 

He infact had a crush on you. From the moment you both continued to lock your gazes, whenever you two meet up to talk about your day, he realized that he developed feelings for you.

And when you offered him your comfort after his encounter with the Grand Inquisitor, he was sure of what he felt towards you.

His only problem was that he didn’t know how to confess his feelings to you. 

Ezra was scared that you didn’t like him back and that your friendship would be ruined by his confession. So he decided to stay silent, to continue talking to you, hiding his emotions while he deeply wished to find the courage he needed. 

Years later, just moments after Kanan died, he once again found himself in your embrace. Crying into your shoulder while he was at his lowest he ever found himself in since the Ghost crew took him in. 

You held him close, trying to give him some comfort while you struggled with it yourself. 

And as if this wasn’t enough for him, there was also something, a feeling of unease, telling him that something bad would happen. 

Visions of him loosing everyone he cared for. Visions of him loosing you.

So he did what he thought was the best. He called for chopper, brought him to his cabin while everyone was distracted by their tasks, recording himself, reassuring the crew that he was alright, just in case that something bad would really happen. 

And it did. 

You all were on Lothal. Planning to save the city from the empires clutches. It even worked out pretty well, but hey, everyone’s luck eventually runs out right? 

Ezra was now on the Chimaera, Thrawns flagship. Purrgils entered Lothals atmosphere, flying towards the Chimaera, holding the ship tight with their tentacles. 

Everything went by so fast. The last thing you remembered being Ezra standing right next to you, reassuring you that he’d be safe. 

„I have to tell you something.. when this is over“

„Me too..“

„Ezra.. please… please stay safe“

You couldn’t help but fail to hold back your tear any longer.

He noticed that, placing his hand to your cheek, swiping away the single tear that managed to escape.

„I will.. I promise“

He said, knowing that he wouldn’t see you again. 

His gaze being concentrated on you. Taking in every feature of your face, your body, your scent and especially your eyes. 

You did the same, something deep within you warning you that you’d regret it if you didn’t take in every detail of him. 

„Come back“

„I can’t promise that..“

„Then try it.. at least“

„I can’t promise that either..“

„.. I know“

When you two were ready, you helped Sabine distracting Hera and the others while Ezra made his way up to the vent. 

„One last time“

Was everything you heard from him before he jumped. 

And now?

„Ezra get away from there!“

You heard Hera yell at her comm link. Stressed since you all knew what the blue lights on the purrgils meant.

„I can’t.. I have to see this through“

Ezra told her, sounding scared himself.

„Ezra! I‘m begging you! Please!“

You cried out, not wanting to loose him. Not after everything you all went through. Not after you were finally ready to confess your feelings to him. 

The purrgils then started to take off. Which made you panic even more. 

„… remember, the force will be with you.. always“

And he was gone, just like that. 

„No!!!“

You screamed from the top of your lungs, falling down to your knees while your tears started to roam down your face freely. 

Sabine rushed to you side, pulling you close to her as you continued to cry.

„Chopper! I want you to calculate the Chimaeras course! We need to find him!“

Hera yelled, hoping that they’d find him in time, but Chopper didn’t really know how to help.

„What do you mean..“

She asked him after he gave her a series of beeps, sounding very concerned.

„What do you mean by telling me that it’s impossible..?“

She asked again, this time in disbelief. 

He then tried to explain that the purrgils course wasn’t something he could calculate since they didn’t travel with their systems. The space whales had their own, and this was the reason why Chopper and nobody else would ever be able to trace the Chimaeras course down. 

You all then met at the ghosts crews cockpit. Hera, Sabine, Zeb and you, after Chopper told you that he had to show you something.

It was a hologram of Ezra. Telling you that he knew that this day would come. 

How he felt that unease taking the upper hand from him, how he knew that he had to stop Thrawn, even if it meant to risk his own life too. 

Ezra told his goodbyes, he left a message for everyone, except for you. 

„wait.. it’s over..? already?“

You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Sabine was confused too. He didn’t mention you in this hologram, why?

Chopper then again beeped something, this time to you. He used his small metallic ‚hands‘ to take yours and slowly walk with you towards your cabin, where you would be alone. 

„Chopper.. what do you want to tell me?“

You asked, defeated and still trying to process everything that happened today. 

Instead of beeping again he just put on another hologram, it was Ezra. 

„Hey y/n..“

He said, his voice causing you to again form tears at your eyes. 

„if you see this that’d mean that I really went on with that silly plan..“

He continued, holding his hand to his neck, seeming nervous about something.

„I hope that it worked.. that you’re safe from Thrawns threat and that I somehow survived what I am planning to do“

His gaze now shifted to you, his blue eyes still had the same effect on you that they always had.

„There’s another recording, one that is meant for everyone to see and I‘m sorry that I didn’t mention you there.. I just thought that you deserved your own recording.. and I didn’t want to put it on the same one I made for the others.. you know?“

Ezra now stopped talking, looking around, not knowing how to confess to you, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to confess to you in person. He then took a deep sigh. 

„I fell in love with you y/n“

He said, causing your heart to skip a beat. 

„I realized it for some time now.. you know… it started with a crush just before that thing with the Grand Inquisitor happened“

He trailed off, chuckling at his thoughts.

„Maker it’s already been this long..“

„However… I was scared of how you’d react.. didn’t really want to destroy our friendship.. loosing my best friend, risking you thinking that I was a creep or something. So I decided to stay silent.. not my best decision though“

You saw how he swiped away a tear that rolled down his face.

„I’ll regret it.. not confessing to you in person because you deserve it.

You showed me the light when I wasn’t able to see it, helped me through my lowest moments and I may be delusional.. but I think.. that you… maybe… feel the same?“

„You think?“

Was all you could say before you broke down, not wanting to hold your tears back any longer. 

„I really want to confess to you in person.. it’s kinda strange after all.. I‘m literally telling Chopper the words ‚I love you‘ right now… geeez I‘d really give everything to see your reaction.. to know if you actually liked me back“

„I don’t like you.. you idiot“

You managed to say in between your sobs.

„I love you“ 

Your voice shivered and you couldn’t help but cry even more.

„I want you to know that I will always think of you.. I‘ll make sure to never forget the warm sound of your voice.. your eyes and and the way how you look in general. 

I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again.. I don’t even know if I’ll survive this plan.. but if I do… if you have any reason to believe that I‘m still alive.. please come and find me“

You then heard your muffled voice trough the hologram, calling out for him.

„Seems like you already found me“

He chuckled, walking closer to chopper, ready to end the recording. 

„I love you y/n. I always have and I always will.. may the force be with you..“

He looked down, starting to laugh at what he was about to say.

„lil Ezra out“

The recording now stopped. Showing you the option to replay it.

Chopper then beeped something again, it sounded like as if he was asking you if you were alright. You just sat there, crying, letting Ezra’s words sink in. 

He loved you for all this time and you didn’t notice. You still were too scared to confess and now you may never see him again. 

You’ll never have the chance of letting him know that you returned his feelings. That you loved him too. It was too late. 

He‘ll never know that he was loved.

„I love you too Ezra..“

You managed to whisper, each wort hurting like hell.

Realizing that you also started to develop your feelings for him around the same time as he did. You needed years to realize what that feeling was, was it was trying to tell you. 

„I fucking love you you idiot!“

You cried even harder. Chopper rushed to your side to give you as much comfort as he could. And you wrapped your arms around him. Crying against bis cold metal. Holding onto him as if he was the last thing that kept your sanity together. 

„I‘ll find you.. even if it’s the last thing that I’ll do“

-

Ten years passed and there was still no news about Ezra’s whereabouts or his well being. The Senators of the new republic already gave up their hopes of finding Ezra alive. Not wanting to waste more resources on this topic. 

The lack of support only deepened the worry that took control over you.

You weren’t the same person anymore. 

Nobody heard the sound of your laugh since Ezra disappeared. 

You didn’t talk anymore, not as much as you did and when you did, it’s sound was barely above a whisper. 

You were broken, broken beyond repair. 

Your best friend..  your lover, may be in danger or dead by now, and all you could do was to hide yourself in your cabin, hoping that he’d somehow return to you again.

You were still living in the ghost. The ghost crew was your only family, you had nowhere else to go. Everyone managed to somehow move on.

Zeb trained some newcomers, Hera got the highest rank and Sabine was Ahsokas Padawan, well part time at least. 

They stopped training and Sabine continued to search for Ezra, but without any luck. 

They were the only persons you ever talked to after everything that happened. 

Sabine grew to be basically your sister, listening to you whenever you needed someone to talk to. Helping you through your nightmares, holding you close when his loving vibrant blue eyes hunted you in your nightmares.

Dreaming of losing him everyday. 

You were a shell of your once so happy spirit. 

You showed her the recording where he confessed to you, told her that you felt the same. Cried whenever you told her that you loved him. How much you missed him every passing day.

He just entered your life a decade ago. Someone who managed to trick you, someone who managed to grow important to you.

Someone who managed to steal your heart.

That very someone who was scared of confessing to you, but still did because he knew that he wouldn’t come back. 

That very someone who disappeared long ago, leaving your heart shattered and broken.

„It hurts..!“

You whispered, losing control of your tears once again.

„I know… I know…“

Sabine Said, trying to sound as soft as possible.

„We’ll find him… I promise… you’ll see him again“

This is how most of your nights looked like, after waking up from another nightmare. 

Your life had become one. 

You couldn’t even go outside.

There was always some creep trying his luck on you.

„Hey little one.. you’re adorable..“

One of the many man said, stepping closer to you.

„Stay away“

You said, your voice once again just as loud as a whisper.

„Aw come on.. you seem to be pretty alone.. let me change this okay?“

He asked, placing his hand on your cheek.

The very one Ezra once held. 

This was too much for you. 

You raised your leg and kicked him straight into his dick, with all the force you could use in that moment. 

The man backed down, holding on onto his member, screaming out in pain.

„You bitch!“

He continued, his scream now catching Sabines attention. 

„Fuck off“

Was all you said before you left for the Ghost. Sabine was just fast enough to catch sight of the guy laying on the ground, holding his ‚best part‘ as tightly as he could do somehow lessen the pain. 

„Again?“

She asked you, a concerned tone in her voice.

„Yeah..“

You replied. 

It was just another idiot who tried out his luck with you. 

He wasn’t the first and he for sure wasn’t the last.

But it didn’t matter to you when Ahsoka showed up on Lothal. 

She had found a map that could lead you to Ezra’s location. 

The only problem was that she wasn’t able to open it, therefore she needed Sabines and your help. 

And for the first time in like forever they saw you to slightly smile again. 

Sabine then even managed to activate the map.

A lot happened after that.

You lost the map but managed to find it, only to have to make a very hard decision. 

Driven by your willpower to find your lover, your Ezra, you found yourself in a rather questionable agreement with Baylan Skoll. 

Sabine too. Everything she wanted was to find her ‚adopted‘ brother and bring him back. To reunite him with his family. She counted on her and she knew that this was their only opportunity. 

You both travelled as prisoners onboard of the „Eye of Sion“

Reached another galaxy and the planet where Ezra was stranded. 

The last few hours where crazy to say the least, but everything that mattered was what was going to happen now.

Your howlers found some crab creatures who had Sabines firebird on them. 

„Do you know Ezra Bridger?“

You asked. Noticing that you didn’t call him by his full name for years now. 

The creatures seemed to recognize his name and happily nodded. 

Gesturing for you two to follow them.

They brought you to their village. It seemed lovely and peaceful. 

So this is where Ezra was living for the past decade. 

Just when you and Sabine were left alone by the crab creature, your both heard someone chuckle from behind you. 

„I knew that I could count on you two“

He said and you immediately recognized who it was. 

Sabine and you both turned around, looking at him standing there, leaning himself against the wall of one of the small houses. 

He had grown into a man. His hair was longer now, his curls a stark contrast to the buzz cut he once had. 

He had grown a beard, grown some inches taller and he had a completely new outfit. 

But his eyes stayed the same. 

The vibrant blue hue they had, the hope and love they held were still there. 

His smile also didn’t change, it was the same heartwarming smile that made her fall in love with him in the first place, the same smile that kept her going through those unimaginable ten years. 

„Ezra..!“

You finally said, losing your fight against the tears as they streamed down freely, and the same went for him. 

„y/n..“

You looked at Sabine who was nodding to you that you should be the first to go to him, and so you did. 

You stepped closer to him, swiping away your tears as you took his new appearance in.

When you stood in front of him you didn’t exactly know what to do.

This was the moment you longed for for so many years now, so you decided to listen to your heart.

You raised your hand and slapped him, not too strong to actually hurt him but strong enough to be able to call it a slap.

He was surprised, not knowing how to act after this.

„This is because you had me worried sick after this stunt of yours“

Ezra’s eyes widened. 

„y/n I.. I‘m so-„

You then stopped him by pulling his face closer to yours with your other hand. Placing it on his cheek while you moved your other one around his torso. 

Your gazes locked for once again, before you closed your eyes, connecting your lips with his, sharing your first kiss with him. 

He was dumbfounded by your sudden action at first but he didn’t want to waste any second, deepening the kiss when he also placed his hand on your cheek while he rested his other to your lower back. 

You both stood there like this, deepening your kiss until you both had to pull apart to catch your breath. 

Your heart was beating stronger then ever, if it wasn’t for the ever growing excitement you felt, you’d believe that it was going to explode at any moment now. 

„wow..“

Was all that Ezra could say, not believing that he just shared his first kiss with the person he loved. 

„I love you too Ezra“

You then decided to break the silence, still holding him close.

You now felt at peace after those words left your mouth. 

After confessing your feelings to him, after all those years. 

„You saw the recording?“

He chuckled, looking down to you.

„Yeah I did..“

„So Chopper really kept it.. I thought he deleted it.. that droid made me record it way too many times“

Ezra said, laughing a little bit after remembering his old struggles with the said droid. 

„I missed you.. so much“

He then pulled you into a tight hug.

„I missed you too… and I love you… so so much..“ 

You both were interrupted by Sabine though. 

„If you continue your lovely reunion I might even cry, damnit!“

She said, causing you two to laugh at her statement.

„Come here“

Ezra then said, opening his arms to welcome her to your embrace, and she came. 

„I‘m so happy that you found me..“

He said.. looking at the both of you.

„I can’t wait to come home“

-

Some hours passed and you decided to walk around the village, trying to get to know the villagers a little bit better, since they were living with Ezra for so many years now.

Ezra and Sabine sat in front of his house like thing. 

„So…“

Ezra began, not knowing of how to ask this.

„Did y/n… move on?“

Sabine was taken aback by his question and Ezra didn’t fail to notice this. 

„I know that we didn’t confess before but.. did she fall in love with someone else while I was here…?“

His tone was sincere and it broke Sabine, knowing that it’s been a question he asked himself for a very long time here. Not knowing anything about your life after he left. 

She then chuckled, recalling the many guys attempts of flirting with you and how you coldbloodedly rejected them. 

„No she didn’t“

She began. You and Sabine grew to something like sisters. She knew everything that happened to you and you knew everything that happened to her. Sabine was more then excited to tell him about your actions.

„There were a lot of guys hitting at her you know.. trying to flirt with her, kiss her, some even tried to get under her panties“

Ezra’s gaze shifted into an concerned one, afraid about what she was going to say now. 

„y/n rejected them all. She left no dick unkicked and no face unpunched. They at some point stopped to hit at her because there was a rumor about her breaking their jaws, those assholes got scared and never dared to approach her again!“

He couldn’t believe his ears, you really stayed loyal to him even if you both never got the chance to confess to each other back then. 

A smile found it‘s way to his face, feeling kinda proud of you. 

„Did she really break their jaws?“

„She didn’t just break their jaws Ezra..“

Sabines gaze also turned into a proud one. 

„Some guys who took it too far won’t be able to ever have kids now“

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars #ahsoka series

[thebahwrites]

Hey!!! If you’re still doing prompts then please do Icemav + talking about death please :)

Icemav + Death talks To read listening: I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab for Cutie CW: Heavy angst, injury, blood mention, car crashes death talks I don't usually add these to these warmup prompts but today I woke up and chose violence so I'm putting this under a read more, no one dies but you get the idea.

Love of mine Someday you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark

"What do you think there is? At the end."

"Mav, stop talking, for once." Or don't. Tom couldn't think quite clearly, which was a first for him — so much for being ice cold when it got down to this. It did occur to him that maybe this was why relationships of people in the same squad weren't allowed because right now thinking became some form of extreme exercise, the convoluted kind ; like trying to find space in a crowded shelf for another knicknack. His hands are shaking, why are his hands shaking? Had the ice finally made all the way into his bones?

"You'd miss the sound of my voice, admit it, Kazansky." Maverick jabs again but there's just the slight hint of strain underlining the words that make Iceman even colder, ironic as it was. It was so damn cold but Tom isn't sure his hands are shaking because of the snow falling around them. It hurts.

"Yeah I would." He's forced to admit to at leas try and focus on something here.

"There's nothing else for you to do, Tom, give it up." Pete hums, talking all too casually for someone whose head and neck were bleeding so heavily that Tom felt like getting sick. The kind of sick he'd feel when a missile rushed right by his cockpit but didn't hit, swerving by the skin of his teeth. He still wouldn't let up, hands wrapped around the man in his arms, cradling that, thankfully so warm, body like it was his mother's fine china. Maverick had always been smaller than him, alright, but right now he felt small. Fragile, even. And Iceman who was never afraid, the man who never hesitated, felt like a helpless child.

"Ambulance's gonna be here soon, c'mon, just keep me busy here." Mav offers and if the man hadn't just been sent through the windshield of their car Ice might have strangled him right there — how dare he be the one comforting him? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Trust that creature to be a maverick of his own.

"Even if you were dying, which you aren't just so we're very clear, this isn't a conversation I ever felt like having, you know?" Maybe it's a snippy response, snippier than it normally would have been — as if he isn't feeling like discussing death and mortality with a man bleeding out on the side of the road in his arms.

"I'm not afraid of dying." Pete's words aren't, somehow, a surprise.

"To no one's surprise, Mav." Maybe there wasn't, in fact, anything he could do other than keep the man's focus and attention on this conversation; even if it meant indulging in what was at best a terrible topic and at worst a terrifying telling of this car crash they found themselves in. Ice runs shaky fingertips over Maverick's bloodied forehead, not really doing much but it felt warm under gelid digits.

"Are you?" Of course Pete would ask that. Tom sighs through his teeth, caving to the whims of that stubborn little man, pushing into that conversation. Pete Mitchell could always get whatever he wanted from him, whatever it was, that short man recklessly held Tom Kazansky's heart in the palm of his hand.

"I am, actually." Ice admits defeat all to easily, finally peeling his gaze away from the man on his lap, eyes falling on the Christmas lights around them, red and white and yellow, the spotty other colorful hues here and there. "Wanting to live is what keeps me fighting to not lose, I think that's where we differ, Mav." It's not that Tom didn't think about it often, he just had better things to think about most of his time. But he looks down and catches curious, though bloodshot, green eyes watching his face ever so attentively.

"I don't know what's at the end, to answer your question but I don't think it matters that much either... I think it's the whole of the journey that counts." His voice feels steadier now, watching Pete's features ever so closely, they're all alone in the world for now. Surrounded by the distant lights, fading Christmas carols, quietly falling snow and the smoldering wreckage of the car; all vague witnesses to this small tragedy. Maverick's blood dripping ever so quietly, staining Iceman's jeans into a painting he wished to forget. "I think... whatever's at the end, it's the whole of my life that should make it count... maybe afraid isn't the right word, the thing is, I don't want to die, I want to stay here, with you."

Tom wonders if he's said the wrong thing when Pete falls silent, which in any other setting would've warranted a finally! from him. But it doesn't, instead, he only knows the man hasn't passed out because he can see pondering eyes.

"I think I lied." Maverick finally speaks, voice a little shaky, hands coming up to find Iceman's wrist, a thumb sliding into his pulse point. "I think I am afraid of death... just not mine."

If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark

#icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x maverick #ficlet #writing warmups #top gun fic #whump #//no idea what's of this

[flyboytracy]

I don’t really wanna give more notes to the gatekeeping neckbeard so what’s your favourite lil things about TAG and TOS?

I love shots where we get to see the boys in their cockpits and the glass is always dirty. It’s such a fantastic lil detail - and I always love shots that give you a sense of scale as to how heckin’ big the Thunderbirds are:

Scott Tracy’s face.

Just look at it. I mean. Damn, son.

I also love how all the boys get super cool toys:

and puppet Virgil is just a cutie like actual patootie right there 2 precious send halp

How about you?

#Thunderbirds Are Go #i dont like gatekeepin neckbeards eww

[lofi-valentine]

your trademark is being a cute gunpla lesbian!

Yup checks out! I'm a cutie that wants to make out with other women in the cockpits of mechs lol

#v's asks #glad thats the vibe for this blog

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 33: Attack of the Fierce Frogs Season 1, Episode 34: Lotor Traps Pidge

Episode 33: Attack of the Fierce Frogs

Ah yes, more Pidge trauma this episode, this show just keeps on giving

Zarkon's saying the same shit as last episode "find a weakness in voltron's armor!" like dude, you tried that and Lotor STILL got his ass kicked, now I just think you like the free show your dope of a child gives you

How does the Drule fleet keep getting into Arus space, like did we not have a whole system that alerted them of incoming enemies? This is why everything goes to shit so fast and so easily

Some children have found the pre robeast tadpoles! Obvs not knowing anything, Pidge is all to happy to educate the kids all about them god he's such a cutie, he means so much well but the universe just keeps kicking him :c

kid: idk,, it's a long walk to carry all these tadpoles,,, at that point just ask pidge to ride in green LMAO, i think he's enough of a sweetie to do that

A DOG?? I DON'T THINK WE'VE SEEN THOSE ON ARUS BEFORE

Ah yes Pidge, gifting Allura tadpoles in the hopes of one of them becoming a prince, best idea

And there's the robeast transformation, y'know if they employed this tactic more but spread it all over I feel like they'd have a better chance at destroying voltron but oh well they're forever incompetent

WELL REST IN PIECE TO THAT COAST GUARD SHIP, THEY'RE GETTING ATTACKED BY THE FROGS

The ship name is Altea, iirc in golion that was the original name for Arus, but I guess they repurposed it this time

man,,, pidge only wanted to be nice to the kids and the princess, of course something goes wrong for him again with the frogs being inside the castle AND at the kids house

PIDGE STAYS STRAPPED

the frogs sound like Pokémon

I'm sorry why are there just barrels of gasoline outside the house, that fucking dangerous

1 group of robeasts down, one giant robeast left to go

I know this is like,,, a serious situation but man does this scene feel extra dramatic you're telling me this boat is super modern/futuristic yet still has a wood steering wheel that breaks into pieces the second this guy puts any weight onto it? Okay I guess

HEY GUYS WHY ARE YOU BLOWING UP ROCKS IN FRONT OF THE SHIP THAT'S HEADING STRAIGHT FOR THEM INSTEAD OF YKNOW PUSHING THE SHIP SO IT DOESN'T CRASH INTO THE ROCKS IN THE FIRST PLACE

Oh i thought the frogs were going to amalgamate into a big robeast but ig not, they were all destroyed and Lotor sent out a whole different robeast to take on Voltron instead

NOT THE PIDGE, THE POOR BOY JUST GOT DRAGGED UNDERWATER

Okay we're good he got out of the headlock and it's voltron time! I don't think we've seen Voltron form up underwater yet, but I know he's BEEN underwater after forming so maybe it's not so bad

Oh? green lion is flooding, this is like the second or so time we've seen Voltron actually take damage? Inch resting, the stakes are getting higher

LMAO fucked up voice line, it's the red lion who helps green get off of the robeasts hold (again) but Hunk is the one who's apparently helping him, LET LANCE AND PIDGE BOND YOU FUCKS

Annnd now the cockpit of green lion is flooding, Pidge is going to have a fear of water/drowning for WEEKS

my yelling has been answered, Lance is praising Pidge for stopping the flooding and being brave while doing it, they're so brother coded your honor

Blazing sword formed, robeasts defeated, and somehow Lotor is still on Arus though he's doing his usual complaining about voltron not being defeated Looks like a reuse of a scene, cant remember which episode now, but I know I've seen it before

/episode end

Episode 34: Lotor Traps Pidge

Double Pidge episode this time, of course it's trauma filled poor boy

Sorry say that again, Planet Arus doesn't have hurricanes? What do you MEAN their storms never get to that level Coran

"We must save the buildings!" "No it's the people we must save!" Okay I know Allura's right here but wouldn't protecting the buildings also be protecting the people in it? Like be fr right now, shelter is what they need

Keith knows what up, good idea on watching out for looters in a time of crisis

Hello children fighting?? Pidge I know this is a serious time but maybe figure out why this kid is so adamant about stay behind instead of immediately throwing hands- NEVER MIND HE GOT BITCH SLAPPED WITH A DEAD RABBIT GET HIS ASS PIDGE

IM SORRY DID PIDGE JUST STEP IN A FUCKING TRAP?? THAT'S HORRIFYING also he did mention they were illegal, and I love that he believes in the government but buddy no government is your friend, literally remember what happened to Balto, two governments failed you AT THE SAME TIME

The kid's name is Tommy (real original dotu) and he helped pidge out of the trap and back to his house, great timing for pidge to remember he mentioned something about staying back to take care of someone which he realizes is his sick mother Maybe listening first before throwing hands is a better option Pidge lmao

Zarkon: Don't harm the planet or people more than nexessary, I want them all! Lotor: I'm planting a bomb under the crust of Arus to blow up the castle and the planet Zarkon: EXCELENT! Make it make sense you guys

Pidge how do you know what a groundhog is, actually why am I asking I feel like he'd learn about every earth holiday, and it's history for funsies

Did they reuse the dream sequence Lotor had a while ago in this too? The scene seems so familiar especially because it has Allura in a wedding dress

Why do the villains keep calling the team and the people of Arus humans? Like I'm assuming here they're all aliens (minus Keith Lance Hunk and Sven) so why humans? Maybe it's an old colony planet that eventually grew into its own society and subrace

Pidge and Tommy are officially friends, how cute also Pidge's foot is still giving him trouble, which I'D ASSUME SO SO WHY IS HE RUNNING ON IT

PIDGE JUST GOT PUNCHED AGAIN BY ONE OF LOTORS COMMANDERS EXCUSE ME?? this is a very violent episode for dotu omg

Hunk pls,, i'm on the other guys' side now please dont rant to a sick mother about letting her son go caving could kill him, she has enough to worry about and she doesn't even know the half of it!

VERY VIOLENT THIS EPISODE HUH DOTU, Pidge and tommy and strapped to the giant bomb now, totally not horrifying to two little boys

Lance comes in to save them! I'm not sure how blowing up the control table for the bomb stops it instead of blowing the thing up but yeah i can work with that logic, except now the castle is being attacked and ofc Allura was left behind in there

All is mostly well now, all five lions are out again, and hey Lotor's actually prepared this time and his robeast was the drill he's been using this entire episode, thats pretty smart

Voltron formed, robeast defeats, and apparenty the bomb timer wasn't actually stopped? but jk it was and the team threw the bomb into space where they exploded it themselves get your facts right dotu, this is a lot even for you

/episode end

#voltron #voltron defender of the universe #voltron dotu #80s voltron #voltron pidge #dotu pidge #hiroshi suzuki #let's rewind! #toast talks #it's been a little bit hasn't it! #yeah depression isn't nice I've found out #but! I'm making time for this again because I genuinely would like to finish watching dotu

[ladypilotuniform]

Unathorised cockpit occupants

#airline uniform #cabin crew #stewardess #kissing #trolly dolly #cockpit cutie #ryanair #pantyhose #white shirt

[myfaenwy]

WIP title game!

tagged by @starsscarmyceiling (love you!)

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

this is about to be embarrassing bc my titles are sooooo bad before i post them

Posted WIPS

1. Series: But when I hold you I hold everything that is which are slowburn Merrical one-shots after Jedi: Fallen Order, including ‘Let me be your everlasting light’ 🍳 (they cook and make googly eyes at each other); ‘This is the story of your red right ankle’ 🚀 (Merrin gets kidnapped without any damsel in distress bullshit); I am aching now to let you in’ 🥂 (they go to a bar and make googly eyes at each other); Merri(n) Merri(n), quite contrary, how does your garden grow?’ 🌻 (they play in the dirt and smooch); and ‘A fever you can’t sweat out’ 🪲 (this one is difficult to explain in one sentence but there is archaeology, bug bites, and some smut lulz) and I guess this is cheating a little because I don’t think? this is a work in progress anymore, but, meh.

2. Series: you and I are the light that endures which are Merrical one-shots after Jedi: Survivor, including ‘that time on Nar Shaddaa’ 🥺 (an angsty pine-filled expansion of a throwaway line from survivor)

Unposted Wips

3. calandmerrinluthenaphra 🏔️ (Merrical one-shot which will have action, adventure, romance, and an archaeological dig?)

4. calandmerrincockpit 💦🔥 (Merrical one-shot that will be v nsfw involving the…cockpit)

5. reyfinnrosejannah 🌈 (a little cutie Rose/Jannah one-shot where they will all go to Coruscant so that Rey and Finn can try and find Jedi stuff from the temple) although i suppose this is building on there is a road, there is a way (a Finn/Poe/Rey fic) and oh it was a funny thing, to be the ones who’ve seen a Jacen Syndulla/Rey fic with lots of good Jedi!Finn

6. we’re more ghosts than people 🤠 (Merrical Cowyboy AU) which actually has a real title because its co-authored by the amazing @starsscarmyceiling

so absolutely no pressure tags and yah, i’m duplicating some with katie @believe-in-alderaan @wayfaringjedi @acedilfdin @vox-reginae @fancyfrey @jan-uarys

#merrical #my fic #my fan fic #fanfic #i know i’m so bad at names until they are almost finished #its embarrassing but here we are #i’m totally open to new wip ideas btw #merrin my love #and yah ask me about the wips and writing because then i have to talk about it and then i might finish it maybe #thank you for the tag my dearest and i bet these were not the titles you were expecting hahahaha

[a-very-dramatic-wedding]

Well, I was hoping to get some cutie sleep tonight, but apparently that’s not gonna happen. Everybody’s yelling in the cockpit for some reason.

Karamatsu and Freedom were all like “what the hell?! Iyami, is that you?”, and Iyami was like “sheeeeh!”, and then he started going off about how he was gonna be flying the plane to France so he could finally live there! But then Freedom was like “Iyami, what are you talking about? We were already going to France man! Did you even read the invitation?! Do you know how to fly a plane?!?”. Hopefully they’ll wrap it up soon, I’m tired and I hate how dark it is in here.

…

wait

EH?!?!

IYAMI’S FLYING THE PLANE?!?!

#🛫bonjour‚ paradise!🛬 #💍on our way💍 #Host 💝

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Ups And Downs 11

Mile High

Our non-stop Delta flight from Atlanta to San Diego was not scheduled to depart until 11:00 a.m.—plenty of time for a quickie, I thought, but when Woody pressed me to get a move on, I recalibrated: OK, maybe in the Mercedes? That would be cool, especially with the driver peeking in on us through the rear-view mirror. Another unfulfilled fantasy.

Considering the expensive car rental and the premier hotel accommodations, I was not surprised when Woody produced two first-class tickets at the Delta check-in counter. We each checked one suitcase and kept a carry-on to the plane.

I had taken Woody’s advice and worn comfortable clothes, a tank top and a pair of grey cut-off gym shorts that really made my bulge pop with the designer briefs I was wearing underneath. I actually felt self-conscious with people—men and women—staring at my crotch as we walked to the security checkpoint, so I held my carry-on bag in front of me—until we got to security, that is.

Woody walked through the metal detector ahead of me and retrieved both of our bags. When I reached for mine, he refused to deliver it. “Head high, mister. Flaunt it. You deserve the attention.” I felt embarrassed but at the same time very flattered, especially considering the source of the compliment.

I started to relax when I noticed that practically everyone who gaped at my crotch also smiled at me. So, I smiled back, and that boosted my confidence. I believe it boosted my bulge a bit too, but that just made me smile even more.

When we boarded the plane, the flight attendant who greeted us swiped my butt. At first I felt a bit violated, but he was awfully cute, so I just smiled and winked at him, and he pretended to swoon, which gave us both a big laugh.

Knowing that I had not actually flown much—and certainly not across the country—Woody took the aisle seat and gave me the window seat so I could look out at the passing scenery far below. Once the plane had ascended and leveled off and the fasten seat belt sign had gone out, I got up to go to the restroom, but as I was crossing past Woody, we hit a slight bit of turbulence, which threw off my balance and almost landed me in Woody’s lap, which I wouldn’t have minded at all, but I wasn’t sure how he would have felt about that.

Not being accustomed to airplane lavatories, I fumbled with the door handle at first, but the cute flight attendant, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, reached around me and opened the door. I turned to thank him, but he unexpectedly pushed me into the compact water closet, followed behind me, and locked the door.

Without saying a word, he threw himself at me, sinking his tongue deep into my mouth and rubbing my crotch feverishly. Of course, I grew hard in an instant. Like I said, he was awfully cute. And unrelenting. Before I knew what was happening, he yanked down my shorts and briefs, pausing just long enough to gasp at the sight of my package, shoved me down onto the toilet seat, pulled down his own pants, and plopped down on my stiffie. Let’s just say he knew his way around a cockpit.

He did all the work, popping up and down on my dick like a supercharged electric pump, the very definition of a power bottom. It was the shortest quickie I had ever experienced. I shot my wad in no time, primed no doubt by my unfulfilled morning fantasies of fucking Woody in the Mercedes, and when I came, the cutie got up, swerved around, and stuck his own hard tool into my mouth, spewing a torrent of jizz down my throat. When he finished unloading, he pulled up his pants, kissed me on my cum-soaked lips, and slipped quietly out of the stall. Fortunately, I still had enough presence of mind to lock the door behind him.

I peed, which was why I went to the toilet in the first place, and when I went to wash my hands, I noticed that a small spot of cum had dribbled onto my shirt. I tried to clean it up, but I only spread it more. When I returned to my seat, Woody pretended not to notice the stain, but his devilish grin assured me that he had seen it, and he knew where it had come from. (Or should I say, “…where it had cum from”?) Once I sat down and re-fastened my seat belt, he leaned over and whispered, “Welcome to the club, stud.”

I felt so embarrassed that I just wanted to open the window and jump out of the plane, but that embarrassment soon gave way to a feeling of pride and accomplishment. Woody and I enjoyed the rest of the flight to San Diego in silence but with impish grins on our faces.

When we disembarked from the plane, my cute flight attendant again slapped me on the butt and handed me a card, which I promptly stuck into one of my pockets. Later, when I had a chance to get a good look at the card, I found his name and phone number on one side (it was a San Diego area code) and these words printed on the flip side, “Welcome to the Mile High Club.”

At baggage claim we were met by another handsome young man who turned out to be Rafael, the assistant I would be replacing if Mr. Block decided to hire me. “Mr. Block sent me to pick you up,” he said. “He had to run up to L.A. on business but will be back later this afternoon.”

“You hungry?” Woody asked us both.

“You know me, Woody,” replied Rafael. “I’m always hungry.”

And I guess you could say that I had worked up an appetite on the plane, so, “Yeah, I’m famished,” I concurred.

“Mo’s?” asked Rafael.

“Good choice,” answered Woody.

Since the car was parked in the nearby garage, we walked over, loaded our luggage, and made ourselves comfortable in the white Porsche Panamera. Woody ushered me into the front passenger seat next to Rafael and positioned himself in the back.

“Mo’s Urban Grill is a bit of a rainbow landmark in San Diego,” explained Rafael. “It’s a gay Mecca, but lots of straights go there too. It’s in a convenient location in Hillcrest, San Diego’s  gayborhood, just a few minutes’ drive from the airport, and the food and service are first rate. And so are the waiters,” he whispered to me with a wink, as if he were sharing some dirty little secret.

On the short drive to the restaurant (and later to the house), Rafael did all the talking, pointing out landmarks and other places of interest. At first, I thought it was strange that Woody remained as quiet as a church mouse, but later I concluded that this was all part of their plan, and it was working. As we sat at a table at Mo’s, a nearly unending parade of friendly guys stopped by to say hello to Rafael, and he very enthusiastically introduced me to each of them. They all shook my hand, and a few even gave me a hug or a little kiss. And every one of them took a glance at my bulging crotch. If this was the welcoming committee, they were certainly doing their jobs.

“Everything here is good,” Rafael assured me as he scanned the menu, and then he mentioned three or four of his favorite dishes. “But don’t eat too much,” he cautioned. “Kim is preparing a feast for dinner tonight.”

After lunch we drove about 20 minutes north to Rancho Santa Fe, a beautiful little city of expensive homes, sophisticated horse ranches, and elegant estates. I fully expected to find a mansion when we got to our final destination, but the property was far beyond anything I could have imagined.

The long, wide tree-lined private road beyond the imposing wrought-iron entry gate took us to a circular driveway that curved under a wide port cochere flanked by flowing Roman fountains. The Santa Barbara-style home seemed to stretch forever, but the appearance proved to be somewhat deceiving because a long expanse of it consisted of an eight-car garage. Still, there was much more of the house that wrapped around the sides, imperceptible from the front.

As Rafael went to park the Porsche in the garage, another handsome young man wearing nothing but a red jock strap met Woody and me at the front door. “Joe,” said Woody. “This is Ron. He will show you to your room, and Rafael will bring your bags. Once you’re settled in, they will show you around and introduce you to the others.” Others? How many other guys are there here? Is this a house or a hotel?                    

The marble-floored grand foyer led to a huge area that I can only describe as a ballroom. It was a rotunda with 20-foot walls reaching up to a domed stained-glass ceiling. A grand piano sat right in the middle of the floor, surrounded by wood-paneled walls behind curved sofas and swivel chairs that formed conversation pits, each one the size of an average living room. The space appeared to be designed so that large groups of people could sit and enjoy a piano concert, get up and dance, or just socialize in small groups. The wall directly across from the front door we had just come through was made of glass, providing a spectacular view of the pool, spa, and expansive patio in the back yard.

“Our bedrooms are upstairs,” said Ron. “We’ll give you the grand tour after we get you settled in.”

From the top of the stairs, we walked down a long corridor with walls adorned with erotic paintings. Some of them were very explicit; no doubt, some people would describe them as pornographic, but all were masterfully done. These were not cheap reprints. These were original paintings signed by the artists, a few of whom I recognized: Michael Breyette, Michael Kirwan, and Javier Trelis Sempere, among others.

Walking down the hallway, we passed at least half a dozen bedrooms before we reached the end of the corridor. “This is your room,” said Ron. “It was Rafael’s, but since he’s leaving soon, Mr. Block put him in the guest suite temporarily.”

The room was bigger than three rooms in my house back in Columbus. In addition to the queen-size bed and matching furniture, a computer desk sat in one corner, and in another sat a large sofa facing a large-screen TV on the opposite wall. More erotic art graced other walls. A private bath and a large walk-in closet flanked the room to one side, and on the other side, glass doors led to a balcony overlooking the Olympic-size pool, spa, and gardens.

“How big is this property?” I asked Ron.

Standing behind me and resting his bare arm on my shoulder as if he were steadying a rifle, Ron pointed to a large pond beyond the palm trees that graced the pool area and provided privacy from prying neighbors (although no other houses could be seen anywhere around). “See that fence beyond the pond?” Ron asked, “That’s the property line. The land that you saw along the drive as you approached the house, that’s all part of the estate. Altogether, I think it's about 18 acres.”

“Wow! That’s a lot to take care of,” I gasped.

“That’s why Mr. Block has so many assistants,” he nodded.

From that lofty perch, I also saw several young men in the yard. Some wore skimpy swimsuits, some, like me, wore shorts and tank tops or T-shirts, and a couple of guys lounged around the pool stark naked.

Seeing the puzzlement on my face, Ron explained, “Mr. Block insists that his staff be comfortable. As long as there is no one here but us, we’re free to dress however we like.” As if to emphasize the point, Ron turned around, flashed his bare butt at me, and snapped the straps on the back of his provocative jock strap. It seemed like an open invitation, and I was admittedly tempted, but then Ron turned the conversation back to my orientation.

“The comfort rule applies to your room as well,” he said. “So, if you don’t like the furniture, or the mattress is too hard or too soft, or you want walls and bedding of a different color, just say so, and we’ll change it. And Mr. Block has lots of great artwork, not only what’s in the house, but lots more in storage, so if the ones in here don’t appeal to you, you can replace them with others from his collection, or you can put up your own. Maybe you’d prefer a poster of Chris Evans as Captain America or Chris Hemsworth as Thor,” he snickered.

“That’s great to know, but it’s hardly necessary,” I responded. “I’m only going to be here for a few days. I haven’t met or even talked to the mysterious Mr. Block yet. He may not offer me the job.”

At that, Ron just laughed. Placing one hand on my shoulder as if to emphasize the veracity of his statement, he said, “Trust me, buddy. If you’re here, you’re in. The boss wouldn’t have brought you here if he hadn’t already decided to hire you. Believe me, he has done his research on you, as he did with all of us, and he trusts Woody’s judgement completely. If Woody thinks you belong here, Mr. Block will take his word for it.

“Of course,” he continued, “you may decide that you don’t want to work here, but if you do, you’re fuckin’ crazy.”

“Who’s fucking crazy?” came the voice from the doorway.  It was Rafael bringing my luggage from the car. In the interim, he had changed into gym shorts like mine—no shirt—and when he walked, it was obvious he was going commando.

“You’re crazy,” sniped Ron as he grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at Rafael, who charged at his attacker and flattened him on the large bed. The two of them scuffled playfully for a minute or so before they turned and bombarded me with pillows. Naturally, I fought back and ended up with the two of them all tangled up on the bed. One thing led to another, and soon Rafael was rubbing Ron’s bare ass and encouraging me to rub the other butt cheek, and Ron was sticking his hand up the leg of Rafael’s shorts. Both men looked to me for a signal as to whether to go further or not.

To be continued..

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Warnings: mentions if Kids, pregnancy, female anatomy, Din being a DILF, no sexual themes(too lazy too write all that out so I'm skipping it. I might make a fiction just for the smut if people ask LMAO) and uh- idk Din getting handsy and wanting baby

words: 4.5k

tags: @spaceydragons @sageislostinspring @bitchylittleredhead @eyecandyeoz just ask to be added or removed :)

More Kids? When?

The moment you became an addition to the family you were the only thing- besides little Grogu- that kept the Mandalorian at ease.

You were his rock. The one thing that kept him level. Made him feel safe and at home. Even if you didn't have a set home. You and Grogu were enough of a home for him. His family.

"Little cutie," he heard you coo from your guy's 'room.' Your little coos and praises catching the man's attention. Especially when he heard Grogus little noises. A small smile forming on his lips as he traveled near the entrance of the room. Peaking in to see you holding the child. The two of you smiling and playing whatever game you happened to make up for the little guy.

It was... Adorable. He could hardly look away. How happy you made his, well, son. He may as well be his son, at this point.

His heart was beating fast in his chest. He felt like puty, leaning against the door. This was everything he ever dreamt of. A kid, and someone to call his own.

But something about witnessing you being so close to the kid made his heart clench. A fire setting inside him that he knew couldn't be tamed until he had one of his own. One of your own.

Oh, and this feeling? It was only the beginning.

Later that week was when you noticed him staring at you any chance he got. Whether it be when the two of you are just sitting there, or on your way to collect a bounty. He was eyeing you like you were his world. The only thing he saw.

You couldn't help but feel a bit insecure and nervous over it, too.

"Din, what are you looking at?" You asked him as the two of you stood in the Razorcrest. Grogu sound asleep in his reserved "room." Or crib, whatever you wanted to call it.

"Just you, what, I can't look at you?" He asked with a grin. Raising a brow.

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. "Din, you've been eyeing me for the past week. You haven't stared at me like this since the day we met," you told him. Returning to fixing the blaster you had. "I know you well enough to know that when you stare at me like that, you want something from me." You added, side eyeing him with your brows raised in question. Then going back to the blaster.

He cleared his throat, attempting to think of what to say. "It's nothing," you nodded. Understanding. He wasn't one to really open up all the time, so you respected his boundaries. But this situation had you intrigued.

"Din, if you wanted to talk about something you can talk to me. You know that, right?" You added, craning your head back when he stood up. Now standing behind you.

"I know, but it's fine. It's nothing." he leaned down, giving your forehead a quick kiss, which made you smile. "Maybe some other time I'll tell you, but not right now." He swiped some hair behind your ear. Then went back up to the cockpit.

A near month passed, and now Grogu was showing signs of Jedi abilities. It was impressive, and you tried to practice with him the best you could. Doing everything you remembered from reading in books, but Din was always staring. Watching the two of you with this look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.

Sometimes he even disappeared.. Which worried you, but he was a mysterious man. So, you always chose not to question it. He always came back looking like he felt better, so you figured whatever he was doing, was helping him.

It wasn't until nearly two months later when you questioned him, again. His staring was bothering you. Growing a bit antsy under the man's gaze. Plus this time he was so close to you, since you were patching up a wound on his chest. Getting after him for being so clumsy and a danger to himself. Thankful it was nothing severe.

"Yes, Din?" You didn't have to look up to feel his gaze burning through you. Keeping your eyes on the stitches you were applying to his chest.

"Just thinking about the day you carry my child," he said it so bluntly. Both of you freezing up, and staring at one another in shock.

Din didn't want to say that out loud. He was thinking it, yeah, but he didn't want to just- Expose himself like that.

"What?" You were startled. Blinking a few times. Neither of you knew how to respond. Yeah, you wanted kids of your own, but you didn't expect Din to be the one to initiate the life change.

"I'm sorry," he stammered. The beeping and hum of the Razorcrest growing louder as the silence grew.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just, well, I was thinking. I have been since I saw you playing with Grogu almost two months ago." He admitted. Eyes darting around the room. Then landing at you, who seemed to be staring at him like he held the stars and moon in his hand. Just for you.

"I never noticed how much I wanted my own kids until I actually paid attention to you with The Child." He admitted. Smiling faintly when you cupped his face. Turning his head to kiss your palm.

"Din," he hummed in response. Moving his face to face you again. Letting you rest your forehead to his.

"I'd love having your kids."

Kids, not just one. Plural. It had his heart racing, his breath hitching. The thought of you bearing, not just one, but multiple of his kids? Oh, it lit something in him. Something he barely knew was there until now.

"When?" He asked, anticipation in his voice.

"Whenever you want," he grinned, looking your face over. You seemed serious, and he was thrilled. Pulling your body further onto the bed.

"Din!" You shrieked, not loud enough to wake up Grogu in the other room, though. "You're gunna hurt yourself again! Be careful!" You giggled. The man pressing his lips to you with a hum.

"Cyar'ika, just kiss me." He added against your lips. You couldn't argue with that.

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A few weeks later, you showed signs of pregnancy. Din had been attempting to fill you with his child, and you never expected it to be a right away deal. Not until you started feeling sick, and moody, and you happened to miss your cycle.

You brushed it all under the rug though. Not really thinking much of it. Especially since Din was so focused on his current bounty hunt. He didn't have time to worry about you and your possible child growing inside of you.

Then the symptoms seemed to get... Stronger. If that was even the appropriate word. So when the three of you made it to your destination for Dins Bounty. You did your best to discreetly find a way to get yourself tested.

You knew that you could trust Peli with all of this information. Especially since Din was dropping Grogu off with her while the two of you attended your business.

"Din," He hummed, looking over to you, then back to his pack that he had for the two of yours travel. Since you had to take a smaller vehicle to where the two of you were going.

"I think I might stay here, help Peli with Grogu." Your words made him freeze up. Looking up at you with panic on his face. Though you couldn't see it hidden behind his helmet.

"What, why?" He hadn't worked without you by his side since he practically got Grogu, and quite honestly? He enjoyed it quite a bit. He liked your company. He had known you before, but the two of you didn't become exclusive until after he got Grogu. Which he was thankful for, since you were a lot of help with the child.

"Well, I just need to talk to her for a bit. Plus, I know you have it all handled." You assured him, resting your forehead against his. which seemed to calm him just a bit. It at least told him that it was nothing that he did. Well, nothing bad at least.

So, when the two of you made it to Peli's. You took Grogu in your arms and headed for the small shop of hers. To which she greeted you with a welcoming look, that slowly turned suspicious when you told her you would be staying with her while Din went on the bounty run.

"Did he hurt you?" She asked, rather loud. Which you suspected she did on purpose. Rolling your eyes with a small chuckle. "No, Peli, he didn't hurt me. I'm just not feeling the best."

"You're sick?" Din blurted, looking you over with a quizzical look under his helmet. This wasn't going as planned at all.

"No, well- yes, but it's nothing to be concerned over Din, I promise you." You told him with a smile as he approached you. Taking hold of your waist.

"I don't have to go on this hunt. We can get you somewhere to rest?" You shook your head at his suggestion. Smiling softly at how sweet he was being. "Din, I'll be fine. I have Peli." You motioned to the little lady who was holding and bouncing Grogu. Smiling sweetly at the child, hardly paying attention to the two of you.

"Alright, I'll be back tomorrow by the time the second sun hits the sand." He told you. Resting his forehead against yours again for a simple Keldabe Kiss. An action that you never really thought much of until the two of you got together. You were a bounty hunter yourself, but not a Mandalorian. Your traditions varied, and you grew to love his ways of affection.

He pulled away, doing the same with Grogu, and then left. Using the Speed-Bike that Peli was letting him use. Which the two of you would probably end up paying full price on, since he never really tended to bring anything back in one piece.

"So.." Peli started in. Looking you over. "If the two of you are still acting like hopeless romantics. Then why are you really here? You don't seem that sick." She added with a curious gaze. Your stomach flopping a bit. You were hardly sure if you wanted to tell her of your great news. Even if you weren't 100% sure if you were carrying a child, yet.

"Well," You started, folding your hands in front of you with a sigh. "I think I'm pregnant."

Her eyes went wide. Mouth falling slightly open. Grogu even looking at you with a tilted head. Which had you even a bit more anxious. Even if it was cute. A nervous smile breaking onto your lips.

"I'm not a-hundred percent sure though. I just know that we've been trying and I have been showing... Signs." You told her, which had her breaking out into cheers and a grin.

"I knew the two of you would wind up providing me with more cuties like this one to watch! Does the Mandalorian know yet? Or are you waiting to tell him?" You couldn't help but smile and laugh at her words. You loved her so much, she always knew how to make you feel better about yourself.

"No, not yet, if I even so much as mentioned it to him he wouldn't have taken this bounty, and we need the credits." She nodded at your words. You both knew that you were right. Peli smiling sweetly at you.

"You do have sort of a glow to you. Do you have anyway to get tested?" You shook your head 'no', but she knew someone who could get you one. Of course she knew someone.

So, when you got the test, and you were sitting in the Fresher. Waiting for it to finish processing the urine sample. You thought of every which way you could tell Din without freaking him out. He was already horribly protective of you. If a man even looked your way Din was standing as close to you as possible. His hand on his blaster as if to tell everyone you were taken. Taken by someone who cares a bit too much sometimes..

Not only that, but he was a family oriented man. Everything that involved family with him had him acting like a guard dog. Protecting everyone in his small circle. Which right now, that was you and Grogu. If you even hinted that you were pregnant he wouldn't let you out of his sight at all. Let alone would he let either of you take a bounty. He'd be damned if he let one of you get hurt, or if he missed something exciting happening. Especially since he's never had a kid of his own. He merely just adopted them when he found them, it seemed.

Your wandering thoughts came to a halt when the lines started appearing on the test. One... two.. You were pregnant, and it had you feeling so overwhelmed. How would you attack this? Maybe you could just tell him right away, get it off your chest. But you wanted to surprise him, somehow. Something that wasn't just straight up telling the armored man. Maybe you could show him the test when he got back. Yeah, that's what you could do.

So, you waited anxiously for his return. Even going to sleep early in hopes that he would be there by your side by the time that you woke up. Which he was, but not in the way that you wanted.

When you woke up Peli was shaking you awake. A small groan leaving your lips as you peered up at her.

"Wake up, Din's back, he's hurt." That had you shooting up from your bed in a panic. Eyes going wide as you looked to Peli. "Don't worry, I got him patched up, but you might want to wait before you tell him your little secret. He might wind up hurting himself if you do." You understood, he would do something stupid if he found up. You weren't really sure what he would do, but he would find a way to hurt himself more over it. All accidental, of course. He was just extremely clumsy, for a Mandalorian.

Din let out a small huff when you approached him. Moving to sit up, but you pressed him back against the bed Peli had him laid on.

"Din, I swear to maker if you move," You snapped, which you knew had him pouting under his helmet.

"I'm fine," "Din," You raised your voice a bit more. Which made him stop moving. "What happened to you?" You asked, placing a hand on his chest. Snaking it up to his throat. Pushing your fingers between the fabric of his outfit and his helmet so you could feel his pulse. The man letting out a soft sigh when he felt your skin on his.

"There was more soldiers than me." He stated, holding an orb up to you. "I got the artifact though. That's enough credits to get us through for a while." he told you, smiling under his helmet with a hum. You wanted to tell him now, but you didn't want to worry him or make him feel like the credits he got was nothing compared to what the three of you will need. With a baby being so expensive and all.

"What's the matter Mesh'la?" You snapped out of your thoughts. Looking at him with a grin, shaking your head a bit. "Nothing, you just worry me, I don't join you for one mission and you nearly get killed." He let out a chuckle. Wincing at the pain in his ribs. Which you frowned at a bit. "Din, get some rest." To which he nodded, dozing off.

When he woke up he was back on the Razor Crest. Lying in your guys' shared bed. Your body pressed against his side. Which made him smile. Moving onto his side with a small grunt.

"Din, stop moving," you muttered under your breath. Eyes still pressed shut.

"I thought you were asleep," "I know you well enough to not fall completely asleep around you when you're hurt." He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Fine."

You looked up to him with a small smile. Shifting so he could hold you, like he wanted to. Without laying your body on him or touching any of his stitches or bruises. "You scared me, you know." You told him, pressing your lips on his for a quick peck.

"Sorry, cyar'ika." He added with a small sigh. "You kind of scared me too, though." You furrowed your brows. Giving him a slight head tilt. "Why?" He shrugged, raising his hand to cup the side of your face. "I got worried when you said you were sick, and you didn't tell me until we got to Peli's." A sigh left your throat. Resting your head against his hand.

"Din, I didn't want you to not take the bounty. I didn't want your reputation-" "My reputation doesn't matter near as much as you and Grogu do to me." You nodded. smiling sheepishly. "I love you, and you know that. I would throw everything away if you asked." You nodded, smiling a bit. "But I never would, because neither of us can live without getting into trouble." He let out a low chuckle. Bringing your face closer to his. "Yeah, I know."

He locked his lips with yours. Moving so you were beneath him. No matter how much he hurt, he would always find a way to pin you beneath him. It just felt so right. But tonight you weren't really in the mood for anything sexual, pushing on his shoulders.

"Din, you need to lay down," He ignored you. Moving his lips to your neck. A hand pressing on your stomach, softly. "Wanna fill you up," He grumbled. Shuddering under his touch, but the thought of you already carrying his child resurfaced to your mind. "Din, not tonight." He lifted his head up to look at you. A look of concern written on his face.

"Did I do something?" You shook your head with a small smile. Cupping his face in your hands. Pulling him down for another chaste kiss. "Never, I'm just tired and I still don't feel the best." He nodded. smiling down at you with an understanding look. "I can get you some medicine tomorrow, maybe some soup." He offered, and you let out a short hum. "Soup sounds amazing, Dinny." He chuckled. Moving back to your side with a huff. Pulling you close to him once more. "Alright."

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For the next week you were showing more signs that only seemed to be concerning Din even more. Fatigue, nausea, your mood changing, those were only the list of them. He marked it off as your period. Taking extra time out of his days to tend to you. Helping you with what he could, and it only made you feel more guilty about not telling him. You were scared, really. Scared that he would end up giving up everything for you, and that's not what you wanted.

When your symptoms were lasting longer than the days that your period normally did. that's when he really started to freak out. Raking his brain for knowledge that could explain your issues. He couldn't think of anything that explained it, either. So, he back tracked. What was the last mission the two of you went on? Did you eat anything weird? Did you two encounter any weird flowers? Plants? Creatures? Neither he or Grogu was sick, though, so he wasn't sure if this information would really even work.

He started going through some of your stuff. Your armor and clothing seemed find. Nothing smelt weird or looked out of place. The bag that you carried your supplies in was the only thing he could think of. Maybe someone planted something in there. That had to be it. the mere idea of someone planting something on you to make you sick had him absolutely livid.

He dumped the bag on his work counter. Sifling through everything in attempts to find something that looks out of place. A paper bag, this had to be it. How didn't you realize it when you went through your stuff, though? It had to be noticeable. Unless you just didn't pay attention to it? Those were his only explanations as he opened it to see what was inside of it. Dumping it onto the counter.

It was.. Not what he thought it was. In fact, what was it?

He raised up the device with suspicion. Inspecting it with hesitation. Eyes scanning over it, then he flipped it over. This was.. A pregnancy test?

A pregnancy test...

You were.... He was?

"Din?" You called from the cockpit. Climbing down to see him staring down at something. All of your stuff laying in front of him.

"Din, for kriff's sake, what are you doing?" You asked with furrowed brows. Confusion settling in your voice. Slowing your steps when he turned to face you. The test held in his hands. A look of pain, excitement, worry, and so many other emotions settling on his face.

"When were you going to tell me?" You paused, freezing up. You felt like an ass with how upset he looked at you. It hurt more than anything, especially with how horrid your mood had been as of lately.

"I was.. Well, I didn't want to scare you while you were hurt.. I didn't want you to get yourself worked up or quit your bounty because of me." You stammered, looking down. Guilt laced in your voice.

"Cyar'ika," You looked up, to be greeted with a look of pure joy. A look that you had never really seen from The Mandalorian. He didn't even say anything else for you to know that he wasn't mad at you. Din dropping the test to the counter with the rest of your stuff so he could walk over to you and embrace you in a hug.

Tears were leaking from both of your guys' eyes. He even dropped to his knees. Hands placed on your thighs. Looking at your stomach and then up to you with a grin.

"This is really happening?" You nodded with a wide smile. Hands resting on his shoulders as he kissed your stomach. Mumbling, "I love you both." As he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You'd never seen him so happy in his life, and you'd never felt so relieved to tell someone something in your life, either.

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For the next nine months Din did take a break from his bounty's, but that didn't stop people like Fennec, Boba, Peli, and even some other friends you've met on your journeys, from helping the two of you out. Getting Din a safer job, and a place for you and Grogu to stay that wasn't the uncomfortable catacombs of his ship.

The bigger you got the more Din wanted to be around you. He found it absolutely beautiful. How something that you both made could be growing inside of you the way it was. He would lay his head in your lap as you sat on the bed. Covering your stomach in sweet kisses, while murmuring sweet words to the both of you - mostly the baby though.

Then the days that you felt insecure? Oh, he would be sure to assure you that you look absolutely beautiful. That everything about you was perfect and he would never get enough of you.

He would use his free time to rub your sore muscles. Or even come in behind you to hold your baby bump as it grew larger.

"They're huge," you'd complain as Din held your stomach. Kissing the nape of your neck with a grin. "They're a warrior." And you knew they would be. Even if the two of you stopped being bounty hunters to start a more domestic life. That wouldn't stop the two of you from teaching them how to defend itself. It would be pointless if you didn't.

then Grogu? Oh, Din thought it was the cutest thing when Grogu would sit by you and coo to your stomach with his hand on the side of your bump. Or when he would go into fits of squeals out of pure excitement when the baby would kick and Grogu felt it. Din had never felt more lucky in his entire life.

"What do you think it'll be?" You asked him one day. Smiling up at Din. "I don't know, I almost like the surprise of not knowing. I'd be happy with a little boy, or a little girl." "A daddy's little girl would be cute." You cooed, which had him smiling. It would be, but like he said. He'd be happy with either.

He'd be happy so long as you were all by his side. You, Grogu, and the new addition to your slowly, growing clan.

Even if he felt more nervous the closer the days came. He had people to assure him that he would be an amazing father. You being one of those people. Holding his face in your hands. Peppering his face in kisses. Assuring him that, "Din, out of everyone in the world. I'm sure you'll be the best dad in the world. I mean you've been so supportive and excited so far. Don't worry. They'll love you no matter what. I know it."

And the day that the baby was born, that's when he realized that he had it all. That everything would be alright, and his life looked a little brighter. The little baby swaddled in his arms that had your eyes and a mix of his and yours complexion. Along with his nose and your lips. It had him smiling, tears streaming down his face.

This- this was his life now. And he was okay with it. You were both okay with it.

This was the way.

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[writerlyhabits]

okayyy,,, a din djarin x reader w a non-conventionally attractive reader?? HEAR ME OUT!!!!!ik a lot of fanfic writers get upset when readers call themselves ugly,, but the fact is a lot of ppl tend to not get called pretty in real life and wuld want something they could relate to more?? NOT DAYING I WANT DIN TO CALL ME UGLY,, but maybe he comforts reader after someone made fun of them for their looks or smth? i understand if ur uncomfy with it tho its a pretty odd request <3

I totally get what you mean! I honestly relate, I am by no means the prettiest girl, I don’t have people flirting with me or calling me beautiful/pretty on the regular, but I know that the girl in the mirror is a cutie in her own right and that’s what matters 😅 I feel like Din would understand, focusing way more on how you are as a person and not what you look like, which I thought made for a pretty cute scene for this. I hope you like it!! 💖

Thanks to my love, @deceiverofgodss for beta reading and helping me out with this 🙌💖

Warnings: fluffy, swearing, it's a little angsty? idk I tried, I really write these bounties as the scum of the galaxy I mean this one is a mega jerk, slight self-consciousness about appearance, briefest mention of canon typical violence (if you can even call it that), sweet mando to the rescue, I think that's it

Words: 1008

“It’s a long journey. You should rest,” Mando suggested from behind you. As he had taken care of things during take-off, you had piloted the crest off of the planet behind you. However, it was in desperate need of a few repairs … again. It wasn’t too worse for wear, but the damages prevented you from going into hyperspace. Nevarro was close enough, and an unannounced landing in town would be nice. Now the problem was just getting there, and what to do until you did.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” You responded shortly. You could hear him hesitate before taking the kid and clanking down to the main hull. You sat in the pilot’s seat for a moment, sorting through the thoughts swimming in your head.

You were pissed. The bounty had been spewing half-baked threats and insults the entire time Mando had dragged him back to the ship, both you and Mando covering the fire from the altercation the blue twi’lek had started as he got cuffed. And even though he was now sitting comfy in his carbonite, his last few words hadn’t left you.

“She’s a good shot; must be why you keep her around Mando, cause it sure isn’t for that face” You punched him hard enough to break his nose. It hurt like hell, but it was at least satisfying. Now you were sitting in the pilot’s seat, angry with nothing to show for it but the stinging in your hand.

“You didn’t fall asleep up here, did you?” Mando asked as he made his way inside the cockpit when you didn’t come down after a while.

“Hmm? Oh… no,” you mumbled. You heard him sigh as he sat in one of the seats next to you.

“How’s your hand?” You lifted your hand from the controls to flex it, turning your chair slightly to the side to see him better. You shrugged and made a face at him, it’s alright. He gave a soft chuckle, just barely audible through his helmet. “You hit him pretty hard.” You smiled softly in response.

“Yeah, well… he deserved it.” You dropped your hand down to your lap, resting your head against the headrest, your face dropping back to neutral.

“What he said… you know it didn’t have any weight to it, right?” He said after a few moments.

“I know,” you sighed, clenching your hand in a fist. “It just made me so mad. I’m by no means the prettiest girl in the galaxy, I know, but I look fine. I just… what gives him the right to say shit like that? And I know I’ll never be able to teach him a lesson cause he’s too dumb to know the difference, so what the hell do I do?.” You were half yelling at this point, Mando silent as he listened to your ramble. He hesitated a few moments before he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the beskar plates on his thighs.

“Do you know how many bounties try to tell me I wear the helmet to hide my face?” You didn’t know what you were expecting him to say, but that wasn’t it. All you could do was tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows in confusion, pointing at your face in reference to the helmet that covered his own. He chuckled at your reaction, nodding slightly. “When these people realize they have no leg to stand on, they pick at straws just to try and get a reaction, to start a fight. One of their last resorts is to jab at your looks, and they’ll use it on anyone. Even a Mandalorian.”

His words started to make you feel better, realizing that the comment from earlier was far more stupid and half-baked than you thought, and having only to do with you because you had to be an easier target than Mando.

“But he was right about one thing.” You looked back up at Mando again, brows raised in a silent request for elaboration. “I don’t keep you around for your looks. I do it because I enjoy your company more than my solitude,” he admitted, looking down at his gloves, and you realized he had been fiddling with them. “But you’re not so bad to look at.” You scoffed at him with a smile.

“Not so bad? Wow, thank you so much. Such high praise,” you sassed, laughing with him. When your amusement settled down, you put a hand on his, and he lifted his helmet to look at you. “I like your company too. It’s why I let you keep me around.” You smiled softly at the visor of his helmet, and he took your hand in his, rubbing softly with his thumb. You leaned back into the pilot’s seat and felt your body release its pent-up tension, and you yawned. Mando gave a soft laugh and stood from his seat, moving closer to you.

“Go get some rest, I’ll take over up here,” he said gently, using the hand in his to pull you to your feet. Before you could acknowledge him, Mando placed his other hand at the back of your neck to pull you closer, resting his helmet against your forehead.

“What’re you doin?” you giggled sweetly at him.

“The Mandalorians call it a Keldabe Kiss,” he answered softly, and you could hear a smile in his voice. “So I can give you a kiss without taking off my helmet.” He lifted his head to look you in the eye again, and your smile in response to his sweet gesture couldn’t be bigger. “Felt like it fit the moment.” You hummed in satisfaction.

“I think it definitely did.” You smiled up at him for a few more moments before he removed his hand from the back of your neck, and with both strong hands, he abruptly turned you away from him and towards the door of the cockpit.

“And I won’t tell you again,” his voice came from right beside your ear, “Go get some sleep.”

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[klarex]

So I finally do a part 2 of Mando x jedi! reader! Hope you like it!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing of course and a lot of cutiness

Summary: A little training with Grogu and going to a planet where Luke is.

Paring: Din Djarin x Jedi! reader

Cute little creature

part 1 part 2

Pov. Y/n

After talking and drinking ours tea we hopped into his ship.

- Wow! I thought you would have a really cheap ship, but this is just- wow...

I said while looking around with amazed.

- This ship is amazing! I mean, it has a lot of space! It's definitely not the same as my X-wing..

I said and looked at him, smiling. He looked at me.

- Your X-wing..?

He said a little confused.

- Yeah.. I got it when I was in the reoublic and when I was still going on missions..

He nodded and went to a cockpit with me following. He placed Grogu in his chair and Din sat in his. I sat behind him, next to a little creature.

- So where are we going now, Y/n?

I told him a name of planet that Luke should be on. He put on a destination and we flew to the planet slowly.

While we were flying I asked Din.

- Soo.. I have 2 questions.

He didn't say anything, but I continued.

- 1. What should I call you? And 2. Can I try and teach Grogu something?

When I said "Grogu", a little creature looked at me. I smiled. Mando was silent for a moment like he was thinking about how he should answer.

- In public Mando, but if you want to you can call me by my name when there is no one around..

My smile grew bigger.

- Okey Din, but what about the second question?

- You can. Take him to the lower level and wait there for me.

He said and I nodded. I took Grogu in my hands.

- We're gonna play Grogu!

I said happily and he smiled.

We went to a lower level of a ship and I sat down on a floor with Grogu in front of me. I smiled at a little view I have.

He is cute..

- Okey Grogu, so first I want you to.. umm...

I looked around for something to help me teach him.

Fuck, I'm so terrible at teaching..

I thought, but then Din came in. I looked at him and he looked at me. I swear I could say we had an eye contact. I looked away blushing.

- S- so Din, have you got something small that he could lift with his force..?

He thought for a sec, but then pulled a ball from his pocket. He handed it to me.

- Thanks.

I smiled again.

Omg.. why did I smile so much?

I turned my face to green creature.

- Okey Grogu.. I want you to take it with your force.

I said and showed him how he should do it, but he just took it with his hands.

- *laughs* No, Grogu. Not with hands. With force.

I said and showed him again. He looked at Din and then back at me. He slowly lifted it and pulled it to him with force.

- Bravo, Grogu!!

I clapped and he laughed. Then I heard Din chuckled.

Wow.. his laugh is soo.. cute..

Even with this stupid modulator.

I really want to hear his voice without this stupid thing.

Wait! What am I thinking about?!

I blushed at my thoughts.

- W- was he using his force earlier?

I looked at Mando and he nodded.

- Okey Grogu, now push it back to me.

He did what I wanted and I clapped again. Then Din walked back into a cockpit to be a super pilot again.

After some more basic force tricks, we finally went back to cockpit only to see a green and blue planet in front of us.

- Yay! We're here!

I said/yelled.

When we got off a ship we saw a really green forest. I took a deep breath.

- Ah~ How good to be here again..

Mando looked at me, but didn't say anything.

- What?

I asked smiling.

- Nothing.. Just- I just thought about something..

He said and looked away. I just nodded not wanting to make him more uncomfortable.

- Come on! Let's make a visit to this old man!

I laughed and ran to a big lake in front of us.

Pov. Mando

Wow.. She really is full of energy.

I thought and followed her with Grogu in my hands. We saw her sitting on a log and talking with a droid. The droid beeped and Y/n laughed.

- Wait, really?

She asked and droid beeped, she laughed again.

God.. her laugh is amazing..

Then droid saw me and beeped.

- Oh? Wait..

She turned around and saw me.

- Oh! Yeah. That's not an enemy. That's my friend R2.

The droid beeped hold a metal arm for me to shake what I did.

- That is R2-D2, Mando. Luke's droid.

She said and droid beeped happily.

- Oh! Right. And his dearest friend.

She added and laughed.

- So R2 where is Luke now and can we meet with him?

R2 beeped something and went to some destination. We followed him while having a small conversation. We talked about a ships most of the time.

After some time we saw a stone tower. I could see that Y/n's smile grew bigger.

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[nahoney22]

Request: Hiya! I was hoping you could do a fic for tech about a pilot who saves the Batcher’s. I can’t fully remember my OG request but the specifics .thanks again!

This is part two of the request by the lovely @butch-medusae 💖 thanks for your patience and hope you enjoy. 💋

Pilots Licence | part (2/2)

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Tech X GNeutral! Reader

word count: 2.3k

The Bad Batch need saving and you’re their only solution.

Warnings: SFW, fluff at the end. Tech being a cutie. Us being a badass. Probably spelling errors somewhere.

A/N: not 100% happy with how this turned out but hope yous like regardless.

link to part one

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“We’ll be landing in approximately seven minutes time.” You call out towards the clones as you continued to fly your ship, now coming towards a safe landing zone.

The journey had been, in your eyes anyway, a pleasant one. Whilst you could, you would put your ship into autopilot and have a nosey to see what the four men were doing. You had tried to make conversation with Crosshair for a short while and it didn’t last too long. At the time you felt as though you were chewing his ear off whilst he cleaned his rifle and nodding and making the odd grunt of acknowledgement towards you. Hunter was amused at the interaction and told you not to bother conversing with him unless you wanted a one sided conversation. So, you spent the majority of the journey speaking with Tech.

He had helped repair the flight stabilizers as you had instructed and it was safe to say that you noticed a huge difference when you were flying. The two of you, mostly you, had spent a long time listening to Tech on why certain components of the ships were more vital than others. You saw the progressive smile on his face when he caught you agreeing with him and maybe putting in your thoughts wether it was an agreement or disagreement.

“We need to land somewhere that the outpost we’re raiding doesn’t spot us fly in.” Tech had walked into the cockpit, standing beside you as he gazed out the windshield to the Socorro.

“Huh, I thought you would have wanted me to drop you off at the front door.” With a playful smirk on your face, you look up to Tech who smiled lightly at your small joke.

But, you did what he had said anyway and found a secluded area and landed.

The four of them geared up and you had made sure that they had everything by doing a quick once over in the ship to see they didn’t miss anything. You even took the liberty of filling their canteens full of water and placing them in their packs.

“We shouldn’t be too long Y/N. But in the meantime, stay here and keep the ship running.” Hunter turns to you as he walks down the latch you had just opened, the humid air hitting you instantly.

“You got it Sarge.” You did a small salute to him making him chuckle before himself and Crosshair head on forwards, Wrecker trudging behind.

Tech stayed in his spot and looked up at you as you remained on your ship whilst he stood at the bottom of the ramp. “Just so you know, this planet is practically home to Smugglers so if I were you I’d take extra precautions.” Tech pushed up his goggles and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. Now go ahead.” You wave him off with a smile but not before he stepped up the ramp and offered out his hand.

You looked at him confused but took a step down towards him and extended your arm too. He took a hold of your wrist before snapping something onto it and look down to see a comm device.

“Incase we need you to come get us, I’ll home you in on our signal.” He started tapping away on your wrists and you couldn’t help the small smile. You had never had one before as you usually just got into from the ship itself so to have a personal one was pretty cool.

“Alright.” You agreed. He pulled away but you noticed how his fingers slightly twitched after the contact had broke and made his way over to his brothers.

You watched him leave but you couldn’t help yourself but call out to him.

“Hey, Tech!”

He stops and looks toward you, turning his whole body round.

You felt a small hint of embarrassment as he looked at you, his head tilting underneath his helmet as he stared at you with curious eyes.

“Uh… good luck.” You rubbed the back of your neck and he nodded his head.

“I appreciate it.” He thanks before he had disappeared. ——————————

It had been a little under an hour since the boys had left and as you say in the cockpit, just waiting for something, you decided to make the most of the time you had there. Since you started working for the Republic, you had been transporting troopers to remotely cold places so to have somewhere warm was a test in your eyes. Seeing no harm, you dressed yourself in some comfortable shorts rather than your long pants and grabbed a fold up chair before stepping down from the ship.

Positioning yourself outside, you took a seat and let out a content hum as the sun beamed down on your skin, your head tilted back with your eyes closed.

Your feet were tapping away happily at the ground below you as you finally got yourself relaxed until a sudden beeping had snapped you out of your relaxation period. You jolted up and looked down to the device Tech have you to see some coordinates followed by his voice ringing through.

“Y/N we need urgent evacuation right now. We’ve been trapped at the top floor of the separatist base and we need to board.” His voice was calm although in a dire scenario.

You raced back up the ramp, turning briefly to look at the fold up chair you had left and half tempted to race down and grab it.

“Oh screw it, I’ll get another.” You huffed, slamming your fist against the button to haul the ramp back up before rushing to the cockpit and setting off.

You were quick to get there, zooming through the sky and sure enough you could spot Wrecker jumping up and down to get your attention whilst the others were shooting the clankers that were coming their way.

Turning and lowering the ramp to allow them to jump on, you double checked that they were on before putting pulling on the wheel and flying directly upwards as the enemies below started shooting.

“Anyone injured back there?” You shouted towards the back.

“We’re fine!” Hunter replies, pulling his helmet off with a sigh of relief.

“You got to us quick.” Crosshair finally spoke up, appearing in the door way to the cockpit as you got them as far away as you could.

“You say it like you doubted me.” You tease playfully earning a small eye roll but a shadow of a smirk as he retreats back. Soon enough, you’re joined by Tech. He’s about to speak when you notice a red blinker going off on the flights control panel.

“Kriff, the ship’s been tagged.” You started flipping switches on the board, bright lights starting to flash more violently.

“I have a feeling that we may have company.” Tech says as a matter of fact and it wasn’t long until some red dots started to appear on the screen in front of you. Four to be exact. Two coming from the rear and two straight ahead.

“Alright, lets do this.” You cracked your neck to the side, fingers flexing as you began to speed up the ship.

“Crosshair! I need you on the gun, now!” You ordered and it didn’t take long for him to get into position whilst Hunter and Wrecker began to strap themselves in as the ship began to rattle under the pressure of speed you were portraying.

Tech was about to head to the back to strap in but you caught his arm. “I need you up here.”

His eyes widened, surprised you’re going to let him help but there was no hesitation as he kneeled forward, hands gripping onto the control panel for support as he awaited your order.

The two ships at the front came into view, bolts of canon fire zapping towards you that you dodged with ease.

“Tech, I’m going to switch the engine off so I need you to hold onto those stabilizers over there.” You pointed to the right side of the control panel towards a lever.

“Off? What do you mean you’re going to turn the engine off?!”

“Trust me on this.” You white knuckle onto the wheel as you maintained position, flying straight towards the oncoming ships.

“If you insist.” Tech reached over and took a tight hold of the lever in question, a little anxious but you showed nothing of the sorts.

Determination spread on your features, Tech looking between the enemies ahead then back to you. Your ship was barley inches away from colliding when your quickly flipped the engine off and you heard a string of curses coming from the back of the ship as the ship started to fall backwards.

Starting to spiral out of control, Tech pulled back right on the lever to stabilise the ship as efficiently as he could. His teeth gritted as your gripped hard on the arms of your chair.

You watched through the windshield as the rear ships split to each side and moved forwards and out of the way of your free falling ship. A loud explosion erupts as the four ships smash into one another, a large fireball emerging that when you switched the engine on, you put yourself in hyperspeed and disappeared from the planets view.

“Wow!” Wrecker exclaimed once everything had simmered down, unlatching himself from his seat and making his way over to you and patting your back which would be fine if it didn’t feel like he was hitting you with a hammer.

“That was a daring move Y/N.” Spoke up from behind, making you swivel in your seat to look up at him. His face showed concerned but soon a smile etched across his tattooed face. “But you got us out alive so we’re grateful.”

Responding with a smile, all your attention was drawn to Crosshair who came stumbling out into the main body of the ship and looking a little green.

“Next time… you decide to do something like that… let me know.”

————————— “Well I got some good news for you guys.” You announce, coming into the main body of the ship whilst Crosshair nursed a fresh cup of caf in his hands.

“And what may that be?” Tech questioned, looking up as soon as he had heard your voice.

“Your ship’s been fixed. I’m taking you back to the hangar now.”

Crosshair let out a sigh of relief, purely because he was not used to being in someone else’s ship other than the Marauder. It probably didn’t help that he still felt sick from the sudden free fall he didn’t prepare for when he was on the cannons.

Tech on the other hand had shifted somewhat awkwardly.

“You alright?” You ask with a small frown.

“Quite fine.” He says simply and goes back to his holopad whilst you just nodded slowly and went back to the cockpit.

You wasn’t in there long until the door slid open and in came Tech. You wished that the cockpit had two seats rather than just the one since you had to crane your next to look at him.

“It’s a shame.”

“What is?” You ponder, pulling your goggles off your head and giving the lenses a quick clean.

“Well, we may not have the opportunity to be piloted by you again. If we are it will probably due to our ship being shot down but I have to say that is more than unlikely.” His words were quite soft spoken for the first time and as you looked at him, you swore you saw a small flash of disappointment in his eyes.

You nodded, taking in his words. “Well you gave me your guys comm channel so if you ever need a quick evac from somewhere again… you know I’ll be right there.” You point out, a soft smile on your lips.

His smile wavered a little and he reached his hand to the back of his neck rubbing it slightly. “Actually… it’s just my comm channel. Not the guys.”

Your eyes widened, your hands almost dropping the goggles you had just finished cleaning as your mouth made a small ‘o’ shape.

“J-just yours?” You slapped yourself mentally at your surprised stammer but he looked just as flushed.

“Yes. I hope that you are okay with that?” He questioned and you could only nod, a wide grin spreading on your face.

“You should consider maybe just sending me a message at any time then. If you want to that is? I’d like to hear what you guys do next whenever you have the time.” You suggested, standing to your feet as you put the ship into autopilot. Tech made room for you but you were only inches away from touching chests. You were glad that you closed the door as the close proximity would’ve looked fairly awkward for the other Batchers.

“I could. But I was hoping that you may accompany to dinner one evening? I know that we haven’t spoken much nor do we really know one another but I think it would be a suitable option for us both to do just that.” His words came out a little rushed as he practically asked you on a date, your cheeks heating up.

You stared down at your boots as you twirled your goggles round in your hands but are met with a warm touch to your bare wrist. Your eyes flickered up as Tech moved his hands gently down towards your hands and clasping onto your goggles that you played with absentmindedly.

Watching contently, he pulled them from your grasp before carefully placing them on your head and down just over your eyes with the gentlest of actions.

“If you know what it is you want to do, let me know.” He breathed gently, admiring your features. He then did something very daring to himself and leaned forward to place a small kiss on the side of your cheek before leaving the cockpit as you pondered your answer.

You already knew what you was going to say.

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