#love u paz

[charmed-henry]

Pressure Points | Charmwest

Date: 12 August 2022 Warnings: None Featuring: @northwestxprincess

Knowing he is running out of time before his choices catch up with him, Henry meets Pacifica with a few parting words-- and parting gifts.

HENRY

Henry knew he didn’t have a lot of time. Any moment now, Belle would call the authorities, and then everything would change. But he still had so much to do. So much to sort out. He was leaving a mess behind him, and he didn’t want to make Rose pick up all of the pieces.

Candy was still in California, and maybe it was better that way. But Pacifica was here, in Swynlake, and she deserved an explanation. She couldn’t have one yet— not until Henry was certain there was no chance she would be implicated— but at least he could say goodbye. 

He told Pacifica to meet him by the lake without much more of an explanation. Mostly because he could be certain nobody would record anything, and it would be private enough, but as he got there, he realized it was kind of poetic. This was where everything had begun. And now this was where it would end.

When he saw her, Henry wanted to cry, to run to her and hug her— but that wasn’t Pacifica’s style at all, and he didn’t want to scare her. So he held back. “Thank you for coming,” he said nervously. “I’m sorry if my message was cryptic.” 

PACIFICA

Pacifica wasn’t an idiot. She knew something was wrong. Separate from the town, the magic drain, all of the usual issues that seemed to face them in this ridiculous place, something was wrong with Rose and Henry. 

They had always been secretive, and she’d tried not to be jealous over that fact. But in the past few weeks, it had seemed to worsen and there had been something new in the eyes of her friends. Something they wouldn’t let her touch. With her parents continuing to pressure her, she’d had plenty of problems of her own, so she had tried to ignore it. But she had never forgotten. 

So when Henry sent her his cryptic goodbye text, she’d found herself grateful once again that she didn’t have a job in the moment. She could drop everything and go to the spot at the lake he’d requested, trying to ignore the way that her heart was pounding.

“Of course I came.Why wouldn’t I?”

HENRY

Henry smiled, a small and sad one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Of course she had come. Henry didn’t have any reason to doubt that. Pacifica was a good friend. He didn’t have to worry about Rose, not with her as Rose’s roommate (would the RAS still let them live together? Henry hoped so).

“I just— I know things have been… strange lately,” Henry admitted. That was an understatement, but what else could he say? “Pacifica, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. And… I think it’s going to start coming out, a lot of it, at least. I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you. I was trying to protect you. So I understand if you’re upset, but I hope you know it isn’t anything personal and I wanted  to tell you but it’s really for the best if—“

Henry stopped, realizing he was doing it again, that thing he did when he was emotional and started rambling stream-of-consciousness without giving any context. It was why Clayton had turned him away the first time. “I’m sorry. That probably doesn’t make any sense. It will all make sense soon, I promise.” 

PACIFICA

She’d hoped that her instinct was wrong, that Henry was being cryptic because he’d planned some sort of ridiculous surprise like he had joked about doing when they created Candace’s care package. It would be just like him. 

But a lifetime of overreading into small signs as a self protective instinct hadn’t been wrong after all and she felt the pressure on chest tighten more and more. 

She didn’t want him to be saying any of this. If he was saying this now, it was because he thought things were going to get worse and he might not be the one here to tell her himself and that meant that he was leaving her. Leaving her for something she didn’t understand as the people she cared about once again kept secrets they said were for her own good but all it meant was that she was the one left to deal with the fallout with no idea it was even coming. 

“No it doesn’t make any sense! You’re talking like you’re saying goodbye because something bad is happening but you don’t get to do that because you’re not going anywhere. You’re not.”

HENRY

He was, and Henry wished he could tell Pacifica he wasn’t, but he was. It was probably for the best that Pacifica didn’t know all of the details, because Henry was certain she’d be just as angry with him as Rose had been when he had told her. Henry could picture exactly what she’d say– something blunt and to-the-point, trying to shake him out of this fog that had descended over him ever since May.

But Henry had his mind made up, and it was too late now, anyway. Any moment now, the warrant would be out for his arrest. Henry had accepted his fate.

“I’m sorry, Pacifica. I really wanted to be around, but I realize now– I sort of knew all along. I was lying to myself. I don’t want you to worry, I’m going to be okay, but I am going to have to leave for a while. That’s really all I can say right now,” he said solemnly. “But you’ll be fine. You’ll have Rose, and Candy, and Ollie. And I’ll try to stay in touch.” 

PACIFICA

“That’s not the same and you know it!” Pacifica could feel herself becoming more desperate as he spoke, in part because there was a seriousness and a resolve to how he spoke in this moment that was almost uncharacteristic of him. As if there truly was nothing she could do to change this because he wasn’t even giving her the chance to try. 

But it wasn’t the same at all. Rose was her roommate and they got along well enough, but the house had been full of too many secrets for them to get close. She and Candace were starting to build something better after their fight in spring. Ollie was a lot to her, but he wasn’t everything and she already knew she leaned on him harder than was maybe fair.

But Henry had been through so much with her. He’d seen her at some of her worst and he had stayed, they had argued but they’d always made up, and he was one of the only people who discovered her secrets and not only accepted them but seemed to understand why they were hidden. What was she supposed to do without him around?

“You’re my best friend. I don’t want you to go. I’m sure there’s something if you’d just let me help…”

HENRY

You’re my best friend, Pacifica said, and Henry’s first instinct was to say that he was sorry for that. For being her best friend. He hadn’t meant it to happen, he shouldn’t have let it happen. Bad things happened to people who were Henry’s best friend. Look at Rose. Look at Eric. 

And Henry had come to Swynlake not intending on making best friends. He had the Order, and that was supposed to be all the family he needed. He wanted friends, of course, to be popular and well-liked and part of the community. But they weren’t supposed to get close to him, to see the vulnerable sides of him, to really, actually care about him.

As usual, Henry had bungled that plan. She showed him her vulnerable sides and Henry showed her his, in bathroom breakdowns and video games, over pizza and trivia games, across oceans and thousands of miles through little bubbles on their cell phones. Against his better judgment, he had grown close to her. And now he was leaving her. 

“There’s no helping it. I’m sorry,” Henry said, choking up now. “You’ll understand soon. The more involved you get in this, the more trouble it will make for you. And you don’t deserve that. You have an amazing future ahead of you, Pacifica–” Henry swallowed hard, afraid of what might happen if he kept going. He didn’t want to cry again. He had done so much of that lately. “You’re going to make all of us so proud. I can’t get in the way of that.”

PACIFICA

I’m tired of making people proud, I want to be happy. The words pushed at her lips but she didn’t let them escape, because that wasn’t who Pacifica was supposed to be. She was supposed to be the ambitious go-getter of the group, the politician who made things happen. It was what she’d been trained for her entire life. 

But it was the group who had made it fun this time around. Candace helping run her campaign, Rose and Henry showing up to her events and putting posters around town, all of them listening to her complain over the petty arguments at Board meetings over meals that were shared. All at once, all of that was slipping away right as she’d started to get comfortable thinking it was something that would stay. 

Once again, Pacifica got to stand powerless as her plans for the future fell to pieces around her without her even really getting to know why. She didn’t know whether the tears that followed were from anger or grief or fear or some other complex mix, but she knew she couldn’t stop them anyway. 

“It’s not fair.”

HENRY

It was, actually, the most fair thing Henry could think of– he had hurt people, and now he was going to face the consequences. But Pacifica had a point. It wasn’t fair to her. They were supposed to be friends, and now Henry was telling her he was going to disappear without any real explanation. So in that sense, she was right.

“I know. I wish things were different,” Henry said, softening when he saw Pacifica had started to cry. There was no stopping his own tears then– Henry wiped at his eyes with the back of his hands, wishing they would stop.

He couldn’t even say he didn’t have a choice, because he’d had a choice. And he chose this. But there was no point in telling Pacifica that now. “For what it’s worth, I really.. I’ve really appreciated everything you’ve done for me. Even when you were telling me off. It was what I needed to hear sometimes.” He smiled wetly. “And I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore, after all of this comes out. It’s probably better for your career, and you’ve got every right to be upset with me, besides that. I just wanted you to know that. Our friendship. It’s meant a lot to me.”

PACIFICA

“Shut up you idiot.” Pacifica reached forward and pulled him into a hug, burying her face into his shoulder as her breath shuddered in and out. She didn’t know what he was talking about with his cryptic pronouncements of news and danger and not wanting to be friends and whatever else it was he was trying to say in his grand idiotic way. 

It was a problem for both of them. They were so convinced that they were at the center of the story until something happened and they got pushed to the sidelines where they didn’t know how to cope. Pacifica went from being the Northwest Princess to just another American ex-pat who didn’t really have a job. He talked as if he was the savior of a town when he was a college student who had girlfriend problems. They had been raised being told they were the center of the world, and struggled when the world didn’t seem to agree. 

Muffled against his shoulder, she said, “Mention my career one more time and I’m going to kick your ass. You’re my friend and that’s the end of it.”

HENRY

And there it was again. Henry chuckled, though the hug opened something up in him, and now he was crying again. The thing about his friendship with Pacifica was that they both understood the importance of appearances. And they both understood the consequences of living your life in fear of ruining those all-important appearances. Henry imagined he should probably know better, by now, that he didn’t have to do that with Pacifica.

“Sorry,” he said, and for a moment, he stood there silently. He didn’t know the next time he would see Pacifica. Maybe never, if she found out the truth and changed her mind, decided that she really didn’t want to be associated with him anymore. So he wanted to remember this moment. 

He pulled away, wiping at his eyes again. “You’re right. Thank you,” Henry said softly. “Erm, while we’re here– there’s something else.” He pulled two things out of his pocket, a key and a slip of paper with a phone number labeled “Augusta.” Henry looked at Pacifica hesitantly. “I’m going to give you my sister’s phone number. She lives in Birmingham, and she’s got friends there, but I would just feel better if someone here were in touch with her. Just in case– I dunno. If you need anything, I’m sure she’d be happy to help on my behalf.”

PACIFICA

Reluctantly, Pacifica pulled back, wiping at her eyes and trying to ignore the clear damp patch on his shoulder. She hated losing control like this, especially where someone could see, but it wasn’t so bad around Henry. Which was the problem. She apparently couldn’t rely on that any longer. 

The petty part of her wanted to refuse the gifts he was saying, if only because it was part of the goodbye she didn’t want to admit was happening. But as he explained about the phone number, she nodded slowly. She’d met Augusta briefly at Henry’s graduation and she had seemed nice enough. But the fact that he was mentioning friends, mentioning just one of his sisters, asking for someone to keep in contact with her gave Pacifica a few more pieces. But not enough for her to understand. 

“I’ll reach out to her. I’m sure things will be fine until you’re back, but I don’t mind talking with your sister once in awhile.”

HENRY

“Yeah. I’m not worried. Things will be fine,” Henry agreed. He took a deep breath. This part made him a bit more nervous, because it was slightly risky. But it was the only thing he had to give his friends, now that he basically had no money. And he liked the idea of it.

He held up the key. “My family has a cabin in the Lake District. It’s not much, but it’s in a pretty part of the woods, and we used to go there on holiday all the time. They won’t be back there, but I know they won’t go through with selling it, either. I thought it would be a shame to let it sit empty. So I thought if you ever need to get away from everything– you’re welcome to use it. Bring everyone. Make some good memories there.”

There was a chance, of course, that the Charmings would go back there. They still had access. But Henry had a feeling they wouldn’t be back in the UK for a long, long time. And if they ever did set foot in the country, Henry hoped that by then, the authorities would have enough information on them (thanks to the combined efforts of Henry and Augusta) to apprehend them right away. So it seemed like a safe enough idea to Henry.

Henry’s mother had, after all, told him that he was always welcome to invite his friends to Windermere. So he was. 

PACIFICA

Pacifica certainly knew of the Lake District, but she hadn’t been. When she came to England before this, she’d only ever stayed in London because that’s where the people were, the shops, the politics. Then once she’d arrived in Swynlake, she’d done barely any traveling at all. Obviously there was more to the country than what she had seen, but she knew so little about it. 

But in a way, it was the key that finalized how serious this was more than anything else. People didn’t give out keys to their homes lightly. It was a mark of trust at nearly every level, but for wealthy people of their class it was even rarer. Trust was a security risk you couldn’t take back. 

So she gingerly took hold of the key and then slipped it on her key ring right next to the key for the house she shared with Rose in Swynlake. It would have to do. 

“Text me the name and the address. Maybe…maybe if it does come up for sale, I can buy it anyway and then you can still visit it whenever you like. But I’ll be sure to use it and then I can tell you all about it. For now.”

HENRY

“Please do,” Henry said, smiling at the thought. 

He didn’t know if the RAS would let Rose leave Swynlake, but he still hoped Pacifica would invite some people there. Throw parties, go on holidays, create new memories that would replace all of the dark history that once existed there. He was fond of that place, but he didn’t want to go back there until it represented something different to him. Maybe Pacifica and her friends could rewrite some of that history for him.

He held out the keys and the slip of paper to Pacifica and then stood there silently for a moment, wanting to prolong this moment even though he knew he shouldn’t be wasting time. Any moment now, the authorities could come for him. He didn’t want it to happen in front of Pacifica. And he had more things to sort out before then, anyway. But Henry wouldn’t get this moment back. So he wished he could make it stretch on longer, to stop time right here.

“...And… You’ll look after Rose, won’t you?” Henry said in a smaller voice. It was a given, of course. Pacifica had always been a good friend to their entire group, Rose included. But he just needed to hear her say it. “Don’t tell her I said that. I know she would be cross with me. But… yeah. She’s been through a lot.”

PACIFICA

For a moment, Pacifica felt like she should do something else, say something else. But she’d never actually been very good at goodbyes, not ones that mattered. 

When she’d first left her girls back home for college, it had been a breezy thing as they’d promised to keep in contact and they knew they would see each other at the holidays soon enough. When she’d left her sorority sisters, it had beenin a foggy daze that had left so little room for real emotion so the goodbye had mostly been a formality. When she’d left her parents to come here, it had been under the weight of obligation and strict instructions accompanied by the knowledge of frequent checkins. 

But this was real, this was final, and it was coming whether Pacifica wanted it to or not as she tucked the piece of paper safely inside her phone case until she could create the new contact. Henry’s words were almost a relief, if only because this could last that little bit longer. 

“Of course I will. She’s going to be fine. Probably sick of me before long but I don’t really care about that.”

HENRY

Henry chuckled. He knew that wasn’t true. But he also knew Rose– and he knew the next year would be tough for her. It would be tough for everyone. He wished he could be there for everyone.

Pacifica could handle it, though. Henry trusted her. 

“I think she’ll be too busy being quite unhappy with me. Rightfully so. I just want her to know– I want all of you to know– I didn’t want to leave you behind. I feel terrible about it. But this is what I’ve got to do.” Henry sighed.

There wasn’t really much more to say, and the goodbye was looming larger, and time was ticking by, and Henry really didn’t want to do this. He couldn’t stop time, though, as much as he wanted to.

“I think I should… probably get going, then.” Henry grimaced. “I’ll see you soon. Promise.”

PACIFICA

Pacifica didn’t really think that would be true. Rose and Henry were intertwined in some way she barely understood, and she didn’t think distance or whatever this cryptic news was would change that. But she didn’t have time or the information to change Henry’s mind, so she would just have to prove it when they spoke again. 

Whenever that was. Whenever he found his way back. “You’d better. I’m holding you to that.”

She didn’t know what else to do, but there was some feeling in the pit of her stomach that scared her. So despite appearances, despite how soft this might make her seem, she pulled him in for one last hard hug. Quietly, she said, “Stay safe.”

HENRY

He would. He hoped he could, anyway. Henry was afraid, but he knew that as long as he kept his head down and didn’t bother anyone, as long as he did what he was told and stayed out of trouble, he would be fine. Of course, Henry had never been very good at those things before. Trouble seemed to find him, and even when it didn’t, he could never seem to resist getting into arguments because he was always so desperate to protect his own name. 

But this was different now. This was his future he was trying to secure. He just hoped he could stick to it.

“I will. You too,” Henry murmured, holding on maybe a little longer than he normally would have. But once this moment ended, once this conversation ended… well, it was the beginning of the end of everything.

But everything had an end, of course. Henry pulled away finally. And then, with his typical awkwardness, Henry gave Pacifica a short nod, a small smile, and then disappeared back toward the road, every step hurting just a little bit more. It was for the best. It was for the best. 

#pacifica #pressure points #title comes from hate that you know me which i have claimed as charmwest's song #<3 #love u paz #as always i must say #henry has the best friends

[bitchin-beskar]

Paz with a breeding kink 🤤

This hunk of a man is fucking you stupid and stutters something like "i'm going to stuff you so good, until my seed takes in" and you whine, clenching around him hard, and Paz growls, spitting pure filth into your ear

"You like that, mesh'la? Me getting your belly round with. My. Child?"

He highlights every word with hard thrust 😌

ohhhhhhhh yesssssss

this is the kinda shit i can get behind

the man's biggest kink is stuffing you so full of his come it'd be dripping down your thighs for days if he didn't literally plug you up (bc that's absolutely something he'd do)

he definitely fucks all the words and thoughts outta your head and then teases you mercilessly about it while he fills you up again for the umpteenth time

"awe, did you go all cockdumb baby? is all my cum in that pretty lil pussy of yours making it too hard for you to think? you don't mind if I add a little more, do you? wanna make sure it takes, after all. don't want all this effort to go to waste, would you?"

the fastest way for him to get you thoughtless and moaning on his cock is to whisper all the filthy little ideas he has about making sure you get pregnant as soon as possible, and how pretty you're gonna look once you are

he fucking loves it

#oof #someone help me #im so obsessed with this man #paz vizsla #paz vizsla FUCKS #no one can tell me otherwise #lynn’s sleepover #sleepover! #asks #asked and answered #thank u for this god tier thot #i love it v much

[axeattitude]

@astringere : ❝  ooooooooh, i get what’s going on here. you’re jealous.  ❞ ( from paz @ astringere. they're just teasing ) / cyberpunk 2077 starters.

it's sometimes difficult to reconcile the kid he met in los angeles so many years ago with the individual before him. the years have honed paz, shaped them into something he is sure angel never would have thought possible - in some ways for the worse, most for the better.

their wit has only sharpened, though. paz without seems unimaginable.

"jealous? of you? give me a break." kerry laughs as he reaches out and knuckles their shoulder. "think it's the other way around, kid. sounding like you're jealous of me instead, but, eh, it's okay. i forgive you for gettin' that mixed up. can happen to anyone."

over their drinks, they grin at one another. it's easy.

#astringere #answered. #short but sweet... love u paz

[southernisled]

“So I didn’t realise this could happen, but I think those chocolates are making me tipsy.”

VALENTINES ASK MEME - Meri Webster

Hans looked up from his phone where he had been mindlessly scrolling through instagram, he hadn’t even noticed that Meri had opened the box. A confused expression hung on his face as his gaze darted from the table to Meri, and then he started to smile. “Those are liqueur chocolates, didn’t you read the box?” he chuckled, reaching out to taste one. “Mmm those are actually pretty good.”

#asks #answered #faiirytalcs #ch: meri webster #lets give meri a go!! unless u want paz then i can change it!! #just dont want u thinking i dont love all your babies because i do! #i am just greedy for hoe hans #queued so i can catch up // queued post

[jazz-envision-781]

English & Spanish ~ Inglés y Español

IDENTIFICA LA HERIDA DE TU INFANCIA 1.- HERIDA DEL RECHAZO En mi infancia: No me aceptaron tal como era ¿Cómo me protejo de adulto? Huyendo. Cuando alguien o algo me hace sentir así, me escondo, me aíslo, no quiero ver a nadie, incluso la gente que me quiere. Siento que todo el mundo me rechaza, que no pertenezco. 2.- HERIDA DEL ABANDONO En mi infancia: Tuve padres ausentes emocionales o físicamente ¿Cómo me protejo de adulto? Haciendo todo lo posible para que el otro no se vaya de mi lado. Atraigo problemas para llamar la atención de los demás. Prefiero aguantar en relaciones difíciles que ponerles fin. Me da mucho miedo quedarme solo. 3.- HERIDA DE HUMILLACIÓN En mi infancia: Me ridiculizaron y se avergonzaron de mí. ¿Cómo me protejo de adulto? Anulando mis necesidades y centrándome en las de los demás. La culpa y la vergüenza que arrastro me impiden aceptarme y cuidarme. Por eso, me resulta más fácil ocuparme de los demás que de mí. 4.- HERIDA DE TRAICIÓN En mi infancia: No cumplieron lo que me prometieron ¿Cómo me protejo de adulto? Estando en hipervigilancia constante. Tengo que controlar lo que ocurre a mi alrededor para anteponerme al peligro y así evitar sorpresas. Soy muy exigente en mis relaciones porque me da miedo que me mientan. 5.- HERIDA DE INJUSTICIA En mi infancia Fueron fríos y autoritarios. ¿Cómo me protejo de adulto? Escondiendo lo que siento. Soy muy sensible pero no lo demuestro. Me exijo mucho a mi mismo porque creo que se me aprecia por lo que hago y no por lo que soy. Me cuesta comprometerme por miedo a equivocarme. Es momento de sanar…

IDENTIFY YOUR CHILDHOOD WOUND 1.- WOUND OF REJECTION In my childhood: They didn't accept me as I was How do I protect myself as an adult? Running away. When someone or something makes me feel like this, I hide, isolate myself, I don't want to see anyone, even the people who love me. I feel like everyone rejects me, that I don't belong. 2.- WOUND OF ABANDONMENT In my childhood: I had emotionally or physically absent parents How do I protect myself as an adult? Doing everything possible so that the other does not leave my side. I attract trouble to get the attention of others. I'd rather put up with difficult relationships than end them. I am very afraid of being alone. 3.- HUMILIATION WOUND In my childhood: They ridiculed me and were ashamed of me. How do I protect myself as an adult? Overriding my needs and focusing on those of others. The guilt and shame that I carry prevent me from accepting and taking care of myself. Therefore, it is easier for me to take care of others than myself. 4.- WOUND OF TREASON In my childhood: They did not fulfill what they promised me How do I protect myself as an adult? Being on constant hypervigilance. I have to control what is happening around me to stay ahead of danger and thus avoid surprises. I am very demanding in my relationships because I am afraid of being lied to. 5.- WOUND OF INJUSTICE In my childhood They were cold and authoritarian. How do I protect myself as an adult? Hiding what I feel I'm very sensitive but I don't show it. I demand a lot from myself because I believe that I am appreciated for what I do and not for what I am. It's hard for me to commit myself for fear of being wrong. It's time to heal…

#love in the air #Amor #Paz #consciencia #consciousplanet #jazmin aida #jazz envision #architecture #art #Mentor U Latino #healing #warrior of light #love nature #Sanar

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

hi idk if u take requests, but if u do could u write a Din x Reader where the reader gets really sunburnt and she doesn’t want to be a burden to Din so she doesn’t tell him, and then when he finds out he helps her treat it? I’d love if they admitted their feelings for each other in the end..

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warning: injury, mentions of blood and pain, self doubt and anxiety

Word Count: 1,890

a/n: i changed 'sunburnt' to a different injury and i hope that's okay. i only did that b/c if i wrote the reader as sunburnt i'd have to describe her skin color, and i like to keep my drabbles as inclusive as possible. hope you don't mind!

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COMMON MISTAKE

"Pylades: I'll take care of you.

Orestes: It's rotten work.

Pylades: Not to me. Not if it's you."

.

Din told you to be careful. Actually, his exact words were, ‘Stop playing with your karking knife’. You, in all your excellent brilliance, had mouthed off a passive acknowledgement before continuing to play with your vibroblade. Although, ‘play’ was a strong word. You just wanted to get good at spinning it in your hand. Before you left Mandalore, you had seen Paz do it and since then you were determined to master that skill.

So, the summary was, Din told you to be careful, you had not been careful, and now you were bleeding. A lot. Dank farrik. In your defense, he had warned you that you were gonna cut your hand, and that was not what happened. You had tripped going up the ramp and accidentally skewered your thigh. Which, when worded that way, was ten thousand times worse. It was a good thing you hadn’t hit an artery because you would’ve bled to death before calling Din to let him know you were dying from an injury born of your own stupidity. 

“This is fine. I’m fine. No problem.” You mumbled to yourself as you wrapped your thigh with some padded gauze. You refused to use bacta on this. The thought of wasting the expensive and important medication on this injury only added guilt to your shame. “Everything is okay.” It looked good now all covered up and out of sight. Your pants were absolutely ruined with a hole in the thigh and blood that stained the entire length of your left leg, but it was fine. “I’m fine.”

If you repeated the word ‘fine’ enough times then it was bound to come true. Science.

You pushed off the cot to stand and nearly crumpled under the weight. Pain, hot and unbearable, rocketed from your hip down to your toes. Your entire left leg was angry and screaming at you. With a sharp breath, you forced yourself to walk and get a new pair of pants. Your communicator chirped a message that Din was on his way back with Grogu and that put a whole new level of panic on the situation. Getting your clothing situated, you chose to stand rather than sit. There was a solid chance if you sat down right now you wouldn’t be able to get back up.

Five minutes passed when Din came around the side of the ship to stand at the end of the ramp. Grogu was playing with an unfamiliar toy in the satchel by his side. The Mandalorian must have caved and bought the kid a new toy again.

“Hey,” Din called out without coming closer, “Are you done with the wiring?”

You had stayed behind to repair some loose wiring. Your sole job on the ship was to keep the damn thing in the air, and Maker did the Razor Crest fight you at every step. You nodded. “Yes. Yupp. All good.”

“Come with me.” Din motioned for you to follow after him. “I want to show you something in the town.”

You let out a quiet whimper as he slid out of view, and with a steadying breath you marched out with the most normal gait you could manage. Honestly, you were impressed with yourself. You’d be more impressed if you hadn’t stabbed yourself in the first place, but considering your situation you’d claim this victory. The town wasn’t far from where Din parked the ship and it was a small, but colorful village nestled in the wilds of Naboo. Somehow the fact that you injured yourself while the three of you were parked on one of the most relaxing and safe worlds out there only made your pride sting that much more. 

There was sweat beading on your forehead that you had to wipe away and your leg was burning in white, hot agony. Din continued to glance your way, you could feel his gaze, until he finally spoke. “You’re awfully quiet today, tranyc’ika.”

“Just… thinking.” You replied. It was a Maker damned miracle your words didn’t fall out with a whimper. Only a few paces ahead was a little shop that sold caf. Tables and chairs littered the outside patio and the second you and Din began to pass them, you drifted to take a seat. “Hey, how⏤ how about some caf, yeah?”

Din paused and just stared at you. You licked your lips and focused on taking slow breaths through your nose. Finally, Din shifted so he faced you dead on and his hands went to his hips. As if recognizing Din’s ‘lecture stance’, Grogu stopped playing to pay attention to what was happening.

“Walk to me.” He near demanded it.

“That’s a weird request.” You replied and made no move to stand. Din tilted his head at you. Dank farrik. Hands on hip and the head tilt. You were royally fucked. “Yeah, alright. Here I come.”

Just as you had guessed in the ship, the act of sitting down had ruined you. If your slow and shaky rise from the chair didn’t give you away, you took three steps before your left leg gave out on you completely. Before you could hit the ground, strong arms caught you with ease and you looked up to meet Din’s dark t-shaped visor.

“What did you kriffing do?”

“I, uh,” You offered him a sheepish smile, “I, maybe, stabbed myself. A little.”

You had gotten pretty good at reading Din’s body language which was why it was too easy to notice how his entire body stiffened. Without a word, he scooped you up into his arms, bridal style, and began to carry you back toward the ship. Grogu crawled up his dad’s side and found a home on your abdomen where he babbled at you in worry. The babbles were a fantastic distraction from the rage that seemed to waft off Din. When he got back into the cargo hold he carefully set you down after Grogu hopped off. His hands went back to his hip and you could only imagine he was glaring down at you through his visor. 

“Pants off. Now.” He snapped.

You had always dreamed of him saying that to you, but it always had a very different context than your current reality. With a pained sigh, you undid your belt then carefully shimmied out of your pants before leaning back on the metal crate behind you for balance. Din ripped his gloves off, tossing them down in a fit, but when his hands found your thigh his touch was soft and careful. 

Din peeled away the gauze you had applied and you realized you had nearly bled through more than half of the padding you had put down. The sound of a hiss escaped Din’s helmet when he saw your wound and you couldn’t help but wince as well. 

“Don’t move.” He said. Din’s voice left no room for argument as he drifted away. He returned with the first aid kit and you watched him pull out the bacta. You opened your mouth to argue, but the second a sound squeaked out of you his head snapped up to meet your eyes. You didn’t have to guess if he was glaring this time. You could feel the heat of it cutting through the visor and into your soul.

Moments after he applied the bacta, relief began to seep into your thigh. You couldn’t hold back the soft sigh that tumbled from your lips. Din carefully reapplied a new bandage once he was appeased with the amount of bacta he spread around and into the wound. You had hoped when he was finished he would just walk away and leave you to your misery, but you always had been a dumb, blind optimist and the galaxy loved to disappoint you.

Din set his hands on either side of you, knuckles white with how hard he gripped the edge of the crate, and he shook his head. “What happened?”

“I… I tripped. Fell on my knife.”

He sighed, “Are you out of your kriffing mind?”

“No.” You replied. “It’s not like I did it on purpose! I’m negligent, not insane.”

“You tripped, fell on your knife, stabbed yourself in the thigh, and then hid it from me?” Din’s voice grew louder with each event. His words pushing out in what was basically a growl.

You twisted your lips before nodding once. “That is an accurate description of events, yes.”

“Why⏤”

“Because Din!” You interrupted him. “First off, it’s the dumbest injury a person could possibly sustain so of course I didn’t tell you! Forget the karking wound, I nearly died of embarrassment.” You huffed a sigh and shook your head. “And, secondly, I’m so tired of feeling like a burden. You’re always there, taking care of me, and I just… I don’t want to be so dependent on you all the time.”

Din leaned in and you were surprised when he rested his head against your chest. Instinctively, your hands raised to wrap around his helmet, elbows resting on his shoulders. “Gar draar suvarir, tranyc’ika.” He mumbled and you only recognized your nickname. Din lightly shook his head against you. “I want to take care of you. I need to.”

“Why, Din? Why⏤”

“I don’t⏤” Din cut himself off with a grumble. Slowly, he lifted his head back up and your hands fell to his shoulders. “I’ve never been good at expressing myself with⏤ with words. But, I can take care of you. I can show you.”

“Oh.” You replied. Was he…? Did he…? You wondered if this was an admission or if your own feelings for him were biasing your thoughts. 

“So will you please, for the love the Maker, just let me take care of you?” Din breathed out.

You nodded. “Okay.”

Din’s body slumped with relief and he caught you off guard by pushing off the crate and pulling you into his arms for an embrace. His arms around you were tight⏤ as if desperate for the touch. When you leaned your weight into him, letting him hold you up, you heard him let out a soft sigh. One of his bare hands traced up your spine and cupped the back of your neck. Feeling the warmth of his hand press against your bare skin made your eyes flutter close.

“It’s a common mistake.” Din said quietly. It took you a moment to pull yourself out of the haze of bliss you had been lost in to hum out a reply. “I tripped and fell on my blade once.” 

Your lips pulled up into a smile. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, tranyc’ika.” Din replied. He chuckled. “Granted, it happened when I was seven.”

“Okay, touching moment of comfort, officially over.”

A laugh bubbled out from Din’s helmet, the sound comparable to a fresh breeze with the exhilaration it brought you. He pulled away from you, but left his hand on the back of your neck. Din quickly leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours for a few seconds, before his hand fell away an the moment truly ended. You stared at him as he collected the first aid kit to put away. Before he could leave, your hand shot out to grasp his wrist.

"I..." You paused. "I think I'm better with words. And I, I just want you to know that you're so important to me, Din."

"I know." Din nodded. He flipped his hand over so he could squeeze your hand, and it brought a smile back to your face. "Now put your pants back on. Your stab wound interrupted our date."

"Wait, our what??"

mando'a translations:

Gar draar suvarir: You don't (never) understand.

tranyc’ika: sunshine (sunny one)

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #mando x reader #mando x you #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian x you #mandalorian x reader

[amateurbigtits00]

[yawnderu]

ASK AND YOU DHALL RECEIVE FRIEND HERES MY CHILDREN!!!!!

Ghost-Dove he helps me play video games and his favorite is currently Mass Effect Andromeda. (Yes I named him after Simon. He needs a friend imma name them Soap)

Moody (Mad Eye Moody)- the cat. He's a ham. Half the size of Maggie but 3 years older than her.

And Rocko- My now retired service dog. He's gonna be 12 this year and is going blind so he gets to be an old man in peace.

Not pictured are my other two birds Din and Paz because they kinda hate people and im still working on socializing them. I still love them to bits though.

HELLO??? U JUST CASUALLY HAVE A DOVE?? JHBEFBHJEFJBH

I absolutely adore Ghost, Moody, Rocko and Maggie, u have the coolest pets ever wtf 😭😭😭<3333

#stray answers

[encrucijada]

BABYLON BOY & GOSSAMER GIRL by pía & teddy

♡ genre & categroy: literary fiction, adult

♡ pov: dual 3rd person

♡ teddy and i revisited the beginnings of mari & theo and came out of it with a rewrite of their first story that reclaimed its place as their real canon??, duology + all the novellas we want, alliteration galore, sometimes all you need is a personal project with your qpp

♡ a reminder that teddy is @teddywriting

♡ cw: drug addiction, child neglect, homelessness, imperfect recovery, unmedicated mental illness

♡ themes: second opportunities, self-love, family both chosen and born, gentleness, what if choosing to live your life was an option

a b o u t :

babylon boy - circa late 00s. theo and maripaz find each other while searching for meaning, but they're not quite the answer they were looking for. having independently run away from home they are focused on survival. maripaz left behind a family with more kids her parents knew what to do with and a boyfriend she never really liked. theo cut his family's losses and he hopes eventually they will stop missing him, his problems are his own. survival leads to companionship leads to friendship leads to i would be really bummed if you ever parted from me. there is no future as they hop from place to place, shoplift, and try to have a night of rest, there is only today and maybe tomorrow. gossamer girl - circa early 10s. the most earth shattering things still happen walking down the street or in the store.

in other words: a story told in two parts (plus a few others) about maripaz and theo—who ran away from home to spare their families the trouble. maripaz was only taking up space in her house and theo definitely does not have a drug addiction problem. they meet when theo helps maripaz shoplift from a grocery store and he steals one of the two necklaces she brought with her, this one with an angel charm (this is important). teddy is writing the theo pov and i am writing the mari pov and they go back and forth throughout.

c h a r a c t e r s :

maría paz "maripaz" vega. would rather die than ever express a want or need. should be dancing to abba at a discotheque. loves valentine's day themed stuff unironically. sixth daughter of eight kids. audhd. constantly interrupting her narration with snippets of the past. wants love to fix her so so bad. i think that i'm not who you think i am / but i like to be seen and i like to be wanted [better than this - lizzy mcalpine].

theodore "theo" rayes. hasn't had a problem ever his brain is so normal promise. should be doing silly tricks at the skate park. smartest stupidest pretty boy you'll ever meet. twin brother (older). autistic. constantly interrupting his narration with daydreams of the future. has these drugs under control (trust me). medicate, meditate, save your soul for jesus / throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason [call your mum - noah kahan].

the actual plot is less important than these two's emotional journeys. the conflict comes from... why isn't how much i love you enough to make everything right? what if you wanted someone to choose you and mean it. what if you wanted to be someone people can rely on. what if we were what the other person is looking for but where we're at right now is making it so hard but here we are, we are staying.

aesthetic: the changing lights of a carnival ferris wheel, tongues coloured from candy, heart-shaped sunglasses, intertwined fingers, the murmur of the ocean tide, fine white sand, pink and orange sunsets, hands sticky from melting ice cream, light refracted on a suncatcher, cramped secondhand bookstores, the buzz of fluorescent lights in a hospital waiting room, freckle-covered cheeks, the heads of strawberries, nightlife lights refracted on wet pavement, a necklace you never take off, rhinestone decorated flip phones, a steady heartbeat, graffities that scream for something more, homemade plastic jewellery, the light behind your head looks like a halo, tangled bedsheets, soft music at the grocery store, the cold of the frozen aisle, photographs from disposable cameras, porcelain angels

snippet for you:

Watermelon in triangles.

“That one’s mine.” Carla had grabbed one of the soup bowls, then the watermelon Maripaz had picked, and another one. Juan Pa had left then unattended after calling up the stairs if anyone wanted any.

“Girls,” Mum called from the living room, her telenovela was so loud Maripaz had been able to hear it from the second floor. Bringing herself to do homework before dark was hard enough. “No fighting, please. I don’t want to deal with this.”

Carla had watermelon juice, a single drop of it, rolling down her chin. “Don’t make a scene. It’s just fucking watermelon, just grab another one.”

Maripaz made a scene.

The soup bowl broke into six separate pieces when it crashed on the floor. Carla screamed, not from pain, but indignation and anger. She shoved Maripaz so hard she knocked over one of the kitchen table chairs.

“Girls! Por el amor de Dios, not one second of peace in this house.”

the universe as a whole has been baptised as HOME HABITAT. but you will see this tagged as #bb&gg, as well as any variation of #maripaz&theo. teddy and i have at least 2 novellas planned to bridge the gap between babylon boy and gossamer girl, and one prequel about maripaz's oldest sister. but more on that some other time!

#okay take this before i change my mind about posting it!!! #pia.docx #( wip ) bb&gg #( misc ) maripaz & theo #wip intro

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I can’t BELIEVE for the nights and days of life is over, I was starting to think that novel would last forever.

I hope you all are ready for the fact that it’s not over here on my blog, as my 5-5 ass is not done with it yet. In that respect, here are the chapter ten notes. No spoilers in the comments for me and any people who haven’t read yet, or are for some godforsaken reason, reading along with me.

And @mochalottie u are a queen and my favorite, I’m so sorry for taking so so long to read your work and being so bad at responding to your dms, I’m at the stage in adulting where every text from anyone seems like a monumental task lol. I’m trying to manage time better and respond better. It doesn’t help that I work in a high school so it blocks tumblr!!

Onto the for the nights and days of life chapter 10 notes! Happy Halloween all!

-The way I feel like my own children are growing up too fast when I hear that Spider and Neteyam aren’t sitting with Mo’at in the infirmary much anymore. 

-Ur fighting my Jake and Mo’at spend an insane amount of time gossiping headcanon. Ur simply spitting on it. Just think about it, just pICTURE it. Mo’at’s grinding up a paste and Jake sneaks in like “…Have your heard about what happened with Moe and Ninat?” and Mo’at goes “JAKE SULI I would never talk behind someone’s back. Tell me everything.”

-Hey, Neytiri being like unable to acknowledge Paz as Spider’s mom? Banger. It really gets to me. She’s like well fuck off that’s my kid all while doubting herself. But Mo’at's right baby Spider was Neytiri’s number one fan from day one, he was literally always a momma’s boy.

-Also because you mentioned the kids taking an afternoon nap, I wanted to take a moment to just highlight how hellish that year or so where Neteyam, Kiri, and Spider were done with naps and Lo’ak still needed them was. You know his ass threw the bIGGEST tantrum every time it was time for a nap and everyone else was still playing. He was enRAGED because no one has fomo like Lo’ak. The kid was feral, crying overtired tears simply insisting that he is absolutely not tired and does nOT NEED A NAP.

-Spider being in the sleeping pile is one of the things that makes my heart grow three sizes every time I read about it. But you made it 20 times worse by adding in that by himself he spreads out for safety but he feels safe in the pile, like I’ll kill myself.

-I literally can prove Spider always asks for banana fruit and I’m starting to become convinced it’s the only fruit he knows.

-Lol Norm and Max sitting on Earth absolutley fIGHTING over who has to tell Jake things are going BadTM. 

-Lol I just literally kNEW that Neteyam wanted to make Spider a present, and yet instead his gift to him was even more of a complex. 

-YOU CANNOT TEASE TARSEM LOVE STORY TO ME. ALSO I’M NOW ASSUMING HE’S GAY THAT SCENE READ GAY. 

-This is what both Jake and I thought of when Neytiri told him to keep his secrets:

SHE QUOTED THAT MOVIE ALMOST BAR FOR BAR MAN, IF I WAS JAKE THAT WOULD’VE SENT MEEEE. When I was younger I used to have to share a bed with my cousin on family vacations, and I’m telling you bitch is possessed. She sleep walks and sleep talks, and sleep assaults me in my sleep. But one time she fucking quoted The Princess Bride and the next morning when I told her I loved that movie, she told me she’s never seen it. I have never felt more fear for my life. Picture Jake struggling to explain the plot of Lord of the Rings, his ass has seen it, his twin was a nerd. 

-Jake as soon as his child needs comfort: Oh fuck, I’M the only one here!

-Spider, like 7: I won’t be able to mate dad. Jake: I have to go. I’m not ready for this.

-HUMANS ARE BACK, time for things to get a little fucking sad. I know I’m ALMOST twenty chapters behind and you guys are already in it, but I’m just getting started baybeeee.

-Also I love Spider calling his parents Ma and Da, your Irishness has crept in.

#the spookiest thing of all is me posting notes #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #neteyam sully #mo'at sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #paz socorro #kiri sully #lo'ak sully #norm spellman #max patel #tarsem #fic recs #melissa does notes #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron) #fanfiction

[yukipri]

Ok soo, do u imagine like if paz and boba would fight for din’s love or they would share him? and bond over the time

I personally really dislike bad end rivalry "love triangles," and always consistently ship endgame polyamory, so I guess that answers the question ^ ^;

❀ ❀ Send YukiPri an Ask! ❀ ❀

#YukiPri replies #Anonymous #PazDin #BobaDin #I do think of the 3 Boba has the most authority by far though #Din and Paz both work for Boba publicly but they're equals behind doors #what do you mean S3 of the Mandalorian happened

[bitchin-beskar]

These two seem to be the most popular so I need help deciding! Pls reblog if you vote so I can have a larger data pool!! ☺️☺️

also apparently my only two options for a poll are a singular day or a week and I’m too damn impatient to wait a week to see what y’all think so pls pls pls vote and reblog!!! I’m merely a slave to the will of the people at this point

#college!athlete!roommate!paz vibes #college!athlete!roommate!paz #help a writer out #hockey and rugby are the most popular so it’s down to those two #paz vizsla au #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x reader #pls vote and reblog I will love u forever #send me asks about car!paz! #poll time

[colorfullyminded]

What do u think ur best fic is? (Doesnt have to be pinescone) For me I definetely LOVE Valentines Day. I headcannon KTC is takes place years after VD hihi. From the beginning where dippers all sad and Paz dragging him across the dirt to the way it ends with him being all lovey and Pacifica being glad for him. It has its fluff and its comedy and slight mentions of smut, and I love how the couple from earlier making their third appearance in a less annoying and sort off wholesome way. The whole fic has its own place in my heart. It made me start giggling while kicking my toes at my kindle. I rlly want to know what u were on while making VD so I could get my hands on it. Would talk about Boy Crazy almost taking over the spot in my heart and the reasons why it didnt but it would b too long. Hope theres more stuff like Valentines Day is coming. LY nd Stay talented MWA!! 💋💋

Hehehe thank you. Funny enough me and clubs were actually working on a twoshot that was in the KTC universe that dealt with their first meeting and first date. Which if we ever get back to writing, you'll definitely see that. Valentine's Day is very special. It's fun, cute, allows me to be playful with the both of them on a Holiday I enjoy. It's the whole package. I love writing their banter! I love writing their love. As for my best fic, that's hard to choose as there's a lot that I genuinely love. I'm a huge sucker for Roadside Attractions, Valentine's Day, Demons, The Way we Breath at 2am in the backseat, A Mabel in the Bush, Weihnukka--- I just. I love a lot of them. Picking my favorite is hard. It depends what i'm in the mood for. I also have some WIP that haven't been published that despite being unfinished, I have very much enjoyed what I've written so far! And please I would love to hear your thoughts on Boy crazy if you're willing. I love long comments and analysis on my work. The longer the better. But again, only if you are in the mood to talk about it.

#Asks #Ask me #Asks about my writing #Pinescone

[namuplace]

BIO/LOC TWITTER!

don't repost! fav or reblog if u save.

perfection (n.) state or condition of being perfect; example of absolute beauty, the highest level of excellence, idol.

💭. . .shh, ooh! (idol), você é minha esperança, meu ponto de paz, o meu único e eterno garoto/a. estarei contigo até que o infinito nos separe.

hey! (idol), i like to see you every day. I love everything about you, and i will always be with you !! thanks for coloring my days.

★ (idol) is the most beautiful and loving being of this whole world, he/she is an angel on earth capable of making any sadness disappear just by exist.

#twitter kpop #kpop boys #kpop girls #kpop gg #kpop bg #kpop bios #bios kpop #bios twitter #twitter #twitter locs #twitter long locs

[sleeepwlkng]

I've been tryin' to make u love me, but everything I try just take u further from me.

Las cosas que empiezan, en algún momento debes terminar, pero lo peor sucede cuando no quieres que terminen, cuando ese término te duele y no solo en el corazón, en el alma, en la mente, en los ojos, en la nariz y en la boca, también duele en las manos, como le explicas a tu cerebro que ya no podrás tocar, oler o sentir eso que generaba peligrosas dosis de dopamina, simplemente no se puede.

Es obvio, yo quiero escribirte, quiero preguntar si sigues despierta, si estás ahí, si quieres hablar conmigo, marcarte y decirte que te amo, que quiero estar cerca tuyo, que no quiero estar lejos de ti, que me duele estar lejos de ti, quiero estar en tus brazos, quiero dormir en tu pecho i sentir tu corazón, pero la respuesta a todo eso solo fue indiferencia, acaso es que nunca notaste lo difícil que fue siquiera poder escribirlo? Es claro que me da miedo el rechazo, pero siempre hay algo peor que el rechazo, es más frío, el rechazo es cálido hasta cierto punto, alguien te dice amable (o no tan amable) que no, pero la indiferencia, la indiferencia quema de lo fría que es, solo escribes jaja, si, no, como sea, haz lo que sea mejor para ti, es como si la persona que amo con locura solo no estuviera, es como si mi corazón dejara de latir fuertemente por nerviosismo y enamoramiento y de pronto solo fuera miedo, mucho miedo, mucho temor a las cosas que puedes o no decirme, hacerme sentir, de que estés harta de mi, de mi amor, que veas con asco lo que escribo, lo que siento y lo que pienso.

No es un secreto que te necesito conmigo, que trato de que tú olor se quede semanas conmigo, de que abrazo tu almohada cuando no estás, pero me limito a hacerlo solo un poco porque me da miedo que se vaya tú olor, te necesito, quiero verte, quiero que me veas, quiero que acaricies mis manos, quiero que me tomes, que tomes fuerte, que no dudes si tomarme, quiero abrazarte, abrazarte fuerte, mucho, demasiado, quiero oler tu cuello quiero que me abraces mientras lloro, y yo no sé por qué, solo quiero hacerlo, solo quiero que sepas que ves mi alma desnuda, que soporto todo el dolor de mi día a día sin quejarme para después recostarme en tu pecho y llorar, porque así y ahí es donde quiero dónde me siento seguro, No, no digas nada, no hace falta, yo sé que nunca fuiste buena con las palabras, pero, ¿Que importa? Solo dame tus brazos, tú olor, tu pecho, los latidos de tu corazón, la paz, vale más que todas las palabras que pudieras decir, acaricia mi cabello, besa mi frente, besa mis mejillas y mis labios mientras no soy capaz de detener mis lágrimas, hazme sentir amado, no me dejes solo, a este punto no me importa que seas de mi, si eres mi amiga, si eres el amor de mi vida o si eres solo una conocida, estás aquí y eres tan real, y yo quiero y tengo tantas tantas ganas de abrazarte y de llorar que lo que pase mañana, realmente no me importa.

Por favor, hazlo, quédate, es muy noche, no?Realmente quieres volver a casa? Realmente te quieres ir?

Si quieres le decimos que hay más gente, que salimos de la ciudad, que estamos en otro lugar, pero quédate, solo duerme, yo sé que te gusta que acaricie tu cabello, yo sé que odias cuando dejo de hacerlo, duerme, duerme en mis brazos, todo va a estar bien, no pasa nada si solo te quedas aquí un día, en verdad debes irte?

Odio que te vayas, pero siempre lo entiendo, tal vez sea después, pero te extraño, besame en la puerta de tu casa otra vez, solo una, aún sigo sin procesar la anterior.

Losiento, soy difícil, mucho, lo sé, por eso te doy tanto, porque se que es difícil lidiar conmigo, nisiquiera yo me entiendo, no quiero hablarte a veces porque quiero llamar tu atención, quiero que me preguntes que tengo, quiero que me sostengas, que me tomes, que me hagas sentir mejor, no hablo porque los mencionaste otra vez, no me molesta, me molesta no poderte querer como ellos o me molesta pensar que ellos te quieren como yo, soy difícil porque te diré adiós ahora y mañana estaré en tus brazos, viéndote, tus ojos acariciendo tu estómago, tus piernas, con mi cabeza en tu pecho, soy débil, no quiero ni puedo evitar sentir que me amas cuando hago eso y es tan suave, tan cálido, por qué me siento tan feliz?

Vas a extrañar está parte de mi?

La que te dice amor con todo su corazón o te abraza con el alma, la que siempre está buscando tu mano y sentirte, me vas a extrañar?

Realmente alguna vez te hice sentir bien?

Alguna vez sentiste algo más que amistad?

Alguna vez sentiste que querías besarme?

Que querías dormir junto a mi, que querías estar conmigo?

No, no eres mi amiga, no, no soy tu amigo, no, esto no es normal, no, deja de disfrazar las cosas, deja de ignorar tus sentimientos, deja de escudar lo que sientes, deja de escudarte en las demás cosas, solo siéntete y ámame, por qué tienes tanto miedo(? Por qué estás asustada y a la vez solo quieres continuar.

La ausencia es lo que nos hace valorar, ojalá me valores y valores lo que hacía, lo que decía y el amor que trate de demostrar, el amor al final no se va, pero si tienes mucha fuerza, siempre puedes tratar de ocultarlo, al final, espero que te haya hecho sentir bien, de alguna forma, de la que sea, solo quería que lo supieras, como será nuestra relación ahora?

Si, ahora sí eres mi amiga, si, soy tu amigo y si, esto si es normal.

[tailorvizsla]

Title: A Night of Sexy Sex with Paz Vizsla (April Fool’s Day Fic) Pairing: Paz Vizsla x f!Reader, mentions of Armorer x Bo-Katan Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: ~4000 Warnings: Terrible euphemisms, PIV sex, unprotected sex. Literally the worst. Overuse of the words sex and sexy. One use of the word moist. Literally this is the worst thing I have ever inflicted onto myself. Author's Note: Part of the Bulbous Salutations exchange! The point of this is to write bad smut and to make people regret having eyes. Happy April Fool’s Day, y’all. :D

*Note: By continuing past the ‘keep reading’ thingie and reading this godforsaken fic, you hereby absolve me from any financial, legal, or moral obligation to pay for your therapy. I am poor. I cannot afford therapy for myself, much less anyone else. Thank u.

You’re not quite sure how Paz worked it out, but he knows that you’re a virgin. The Mandalorian equivalent of cin vhetin. Untouched snow, pure, unmarred by another warrior's touch or love emissions. You've never even held hands with a warrior. Well, except to like, rescue someone, or something. Never bare palm-to-palm contact, though - that was beyond your comfort level.

At first, when you were younger, you wanted to wait for someone to make it worth your time. It’s not like Mandalorians are inherently attached to the idea of virginity, or anything like that. But you did want someone you could trust to help you discover sexual pleasure like in those naughty novels. The ones where the verde have their helmets up over their noses, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss while their armor has fallen somewhere onto the floor. The ones where if you'd bought them second hand, the pages would sometimes be stuck together. 

As the months and years went by, the partners you were with…they never felt quite right. It was never the right time. It was never for the right reason. And so you and your partners would move on. And now you’re at a point in life where you wonder if you’d made a mistake. 

If you should have just…fucked someone and gotten it over with. Maybe it would have worked out in the end. You’ve seen the raunchy vids the verde pass back and forth during deployments (they're also passing partners back and forth, too, those lucky bastards). You’ve read all the magazines that get your panties so wet you soak them, your pants, and the seat you're sitting on. You know what sex is, technically, but you’ve never experienced it.

So it feels strange to sit with the verde and listen to their exploits, occasionally adding your opinions when you really don’t have one. You’ve never had your pussy licked until you cried and screamed. You’ve never been fucked stupid, to the point where your brain leaves your head and you can't think. And you really wish you knew what it felt like. But, like always, you go back to your room and satisfy yourself with your fingers and that giant floppy vibrating thing you bought ages ago.

Vaguely, you wonder if you should have placed that order for the glow-in-the-dark tentacle heated attachments, just in case things don’t work out here.

Now, you are standing here in front of Paz's door, wondering if you’re finally going to say goodbye to your virginity the same way Armorer said goodbye to heterosexuality when she first saw Bo-Katan. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as you wait for him to open the door. After a few moments, you hear the door click and it swings open, revealing Paz's magnificent, thick, beefy frame. It's obvious he hasn't skipped any meals or workout sessions. He's so big and broad it makes your heart flutter in your chest.

He is not wearing his armor, which explains why you did not hear his footsteps. You worry your lip with your teeth as he shuts the door behind you. Normally, you would have never just jumped into bed with someone, but when you look at Paz - all sourness and grump and bad attitude - you know he’s the right verd for the job. He’s a good man underneath all that beskargam. And kute. And everything else. Look, point is, Paz is a good person. That's all that matters to you. And he’s sexy, so. Bonus points there.

“So,” you say to him. “When you woke up this morning, did you plan on being the one to pop the vacuum seal on my buy’ce?”

Paz chokes a bit.

“That’s a unique way to phrase that.”

A grin crosses your face.

“But…no,” he confesses. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to have sex with me at all.”

“I like you,” you respond with a shrug. “And even though I know you have a kink for my type…it goes both ways, you know?”

“...what’s your kink?” he asks curiously.

“Blindfolds, obviously,” you deadpan at him. He laughs in response as he shakes his head.

“We could get married,” he says. “That way, we can…you know, see what we are doing.”

“You’re the last person I would have expected to suggest marrying just so we can fuck,” you say out loud. He shrugs in response. “Alright,” you say. You’ve done stupider things than get married to have sex. Armorer has left plenty of dents on your armor due to your stupidity. What's another dent? She's going to have to fix it regardless. You and Paz swap vows as quickly as possible.

Then you reach up to take your bucket off. Paz hesitates for a moment, and then he follows suit, lifting his helmet to reveal his beautiful face. He's got a chiseled jawline and eyes like sapphires, glimmering in the fluorescent lighting. His hair is thick and glossy, and it sways slightly. Where is that breeze coming from? Mortification fills you as you realize he's waiting for you to speak. You grin at him.

“You’re cute,” you say.

He’s more than cute - he’s downright handsome under that bucket - but you’re not going to give him any more of a reason to inflate his ego. He smiles at you. Gods, his smile is beautiful and sexy, just like the rest of him. So, so irresistibly sexy.

“You too,” he remarks, and you decide that his voice is definitely the sexiest thing you’ve heard in your life.

Paz reaches for you. You inhale reflexively as his strong hands find your arms and wrap around them, as gently as a newborn loth kitten wrapped in a blanket. Gently, he strokes up to your shoulders, and then down along your breast plate to your hips. He carefully pulls you toward him. Then, he presses his forehead to yours in a Mandalorian kiss, making your breath hitch in your throat.

That feels nice, you decide, as you relax in his embrace. Hesitantly, you touch him, feeling the warmth of his body, the hard planes of his muscle. The unyielding beskargam under your fingertips. Paz lets out a purr of delight as he dims the light to something more comfortable for the two of you. The two of you start removing each other’s armor, piece by piece.

Soon, the two of you are standing there in only your kute. Your entire body feels warm and tight. Your breathing is more rapid, and you definitely feel your pulse in your throat. When you look at the zipper on his kute, you look away. Paz catches you and pulls you in, tilting your face up to his with two gentle fingers under your chin. You close your eyes and tug on his kute, eager to have your first kiss. Paz rumbles approvingly, his breath fanning across your lips.

Your first kiss is a chaste one - a simple press of his warm, dry lips against yours. You’re not quite sure how long it’s supposed to last, so you let him take the lead. Then he presses another kiss to your lips. And again. And again. Like he's trying to tap a sentence in da-di-da with his lips against your heated skin. His lips part slightly and he tilts his head and then he starts to nibble ever so gently. It feels like he's trying to suck on your tongue or something, but whatever, it feels nice. And very sexy. His mouth opens a bit more and his tongue darts out against your lower lip. 

It feels strangely good to have his hot mouth against yours, and your lips tingle as his tongue skims over them. Paz’s hands find your waist and skim upwards toward your chest. Heat fills you as he touches your breasts and tweaks your nipples through your kute, palming them like one would half-price muja fruit at a sus market stall. He pulls back slightly. The whine of protest that leaves you turns into a quiet moan as he kisses along your jaw. More heat fills you, like that one time you drank an entire bottle of tiingilar sauce on a dare.

Boldly, you reach up to undo the fastenings on his kute, inching the zipper down to reveal his chiseled pectoral muscles. Paz mirrors your gestures, never going faster than you. He carefully strips you down, his big, warm hands touching your breasts and cupping your ass. Paz guides you to the bed. Your chesticles bounce most boobily as you recline. So fucking sexy.

Paz carefully settles on the bedding with you. His weight makes the mattress dip toward the center. It’s dark in the room and you’re so shy you can’t even look in his direction. Paz catches your hand in his and guides it to his pectoral. You squeeze gently. His man titty feels so good in your hand. He flexes the muscle, making it jump in your hands.

“Touch me more,” he says. “Please?”

With shaking fingers, you touch his mountain-like shoulder, taking a moment to trace a scar across the skin there. Then your fingers drift down along his belly. It's soft, but firm, with a sparse forest of hair that dips down to his manhood area. You don’t go down too far, though - you’re not quite ready for that yet.

“Might be more comfortable if you sit on me,” Paz says. “You won’t have to lean over as much. And you’ll be in complete control, mesh’la.”

“Alright,” you whisper. He guides you onto him, your knees on either side of him, something hard and twitching against your belly. You assume it's his love Javelin missile, ready to pierce your pleasure target and explode on target. You resist the urge to look down, instead focusing your attention on the scars littering his ultra sexy skin.

“There we go,” he groans. “See, mesh’la? You can touch any part of me you want like this. I’ll just hold you and let you take your time.”

His hands settle on your hips, warm and strong as they massage your supple flesh. You continue exploring his torso, taking a moment to squeeze his nipple the same way he had squeezed yours. He inhales deep, a low noise of pleasure escaping him. You mentally file that away - he seems to like having his sexy man nipples played with. Finally, you know you’re ready to touch him there. You’re pretty sure he’s ready too. Swallowing, you work up the courage to reach out and touch his bulbous beef bayonet. It jumps against your belly and you jerk back.

“S’alright,” he says. “It’s just a little excited.”

His hand guides yours back to his cock. Swallowing, you wrap your hand around him gently. His skin is silky soft and warm, like slipping into a hot Denovian mud bath after hours of hard work. You know warriors are sensitive in this area, but you don’t know how much so. You’re afraid to hurt him, so you loosen your grip as you stroke it. Paz throbs and pulsates in your hand. It is super sexy.

“Don’t be scared, mesh’la. It won’t bite.”

His hand wraps around yours, squeezing you around him in a much tighter grip. 

“Just like that,” he says. “Just like that, don’t be scared…oh yeah, just like that.”

You aren’t sure if he’s really that into it, or if he’s putting on a show for you, but you feel much better knowing that this is bringing him pleasure despite your inexperienced touch. You wrap both hands around him the same way a rath'tar wraps itself around its prey, gnawing on your lower lip as you trace the veins on his thick, meaty baby-batter shooter.

Up at the top, you find he looks a lot like the diagrams. The head is round and blunt, with a slit in the tip. A droplet of pearly white love juice gathers there. Impulsively, you swipe your finger through his creamy Sichuan daddy sauce and lick it. It’s not what you expected, but it’s not unpleasant. Paz lets out a startled groan and his throbbing purple disco stick jumps in your hand again. A very generous glob of baby gravy leaks out and onto your hand as you stroke again. 

“What do you think?” he asks gently. “Does it taste good?”

Embarrassment fills your stomach.

“Uhm…yeah,” you say. “Not…not what I expected, but…uhm…it’s not bad.”

He looks delighted at your words.Then Paz grips your hip.

“Scoot forward a bit,” he urges. You obey, and your clit presses up against his fleshy pokey impregnation stick. Heat fills your entire body again. It’s so close to…there. “Move your hips - yeah, just like that, mesh’la. Do you feel it rubbing up against your little clit?”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper to him.

“Does it feel good?” he asks. “Do you feel your sweet'n'salty love juices getting my manhood all nice and slick?”

“Uh-huh,” you whimper. “Paz…I…”

“What is it, mesh’la?”

“Paz, I…I uh…I think I want it. Inside.”

“Not yet, mesh’la,” he says gently. “I want to make sure you’re really ready for it, alright?”

You nod, grinding your hips against that wet, firm ridge underneath you. His hands guide you on his girthy dipstick, and you’re too embarrassed to look at him. You can hear the wet noises of your bodies sliding together. Is it normal for that to happen? You can’t bring yourself to ask. If something isn’t right, he’ll tell you. But there's so much of it. It's all over his belly and thighs and you're pretty sure the novels didn't mention a literal tsunami of poonani juice.

“Good girl,” he rumbles up at you. “Look so good like that, mesh’la, grinding up against my flesh bes'bev like you can’t wait to have it in you. Does it feel good having it this close to your pretty little hole?"

You nod, unsure if you can even speak coherently right now.

“Every time you grind against me, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter,” he continues. “Your panty porg knows what to do with a big, hard sausage…it knows exactly where this babymaker is going to go, doesn’t it?”

A little noise escapes you.

“I bet your fingers don’t make your love channel all greedy and hungry the way my pulsating pussy plug does,” Paz says. “I bet your toys won’t feel half as good as having me all the way inside you.”

The thought of having him in there, inside your undiscovered lands, pressing up against your insides, stretching your walls the way your fingers and toys can’t, has you wild. You roll your hips again and you feel that knot in your belly break wide open. A moan escapes you, another gush of creamy coochie cum seeping out to drench Paz’s cumslinger.

Paz rolls you down onto the bed. Like this, it feels much nicer. He’s warm and strong and there’s something about the way his body covers yours like a weighted blanket. The way his hips fit between your thighs. Shyly, you turn away. Paz turns your face back to his and kisses gently. Then he works his way down, kissing your straining nip-noops and biting your hip bone. 

“Oh, mesh’la,” he growls at you. “Can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to send your pussy into hyperdrive.”

“Uhm,” you stammer out. “T-taste?...hyperdrive???”

“Tell me,” he says roughly. “Has anyone else gotten to taste you between the legs?”

“N-No,” you whisper. “Nobody…”

“No one’s been down here at all?” he asks. “Doctor doesn’t count. No fingers, tongues, or anything else?”

“No one,” you respond. “Uhm..only my own fingers…and my toy…”

“Good girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss against your clit. “Saving it up all for me…” A whine escapes you as his tongue darts out against your aching, throbbing clit. He hums in delight. His tongue probes between your lips, sliding up and then back down. “I’m about to fucking explode, mesh’la. Gonna cum all over myself just having you in my mouth.”

He’s slurring his words. He almost sounds drunk. He licks again and again, one hand keeping your hips pinned to the bed while the other spreads your flesh folds apart. Paz’s tongue delves in deeper as another moan escapes him.

“Gods,” he rasps out, his fingers spreading you wider apart. His tongue dips inside you, making your eyes roll back as you whine. “Like that, huh? Like having my tongue in you?” He drags his tongue back up to the little helmeted warrior in a boat, where he teases you with the tip of his tongue for a few moments. Then he works his way back down. 

“Fuck,” he stutters out. “All mine, only mine.”

He buries his face between your thighs, his tongue and lips working at your uber moist flower petals. He slurps and moans and purrs, sounding like a Wookie in heat. Then you feel his finger circling your unbreeched gates, your unconquered pleasure cove.

“Can I?” he asks, his eyes dark and wild as he meets yours. You nod shyly. You let out a little noise as he starts sliding his finger in. “Let me know if it’s too much for you, mesh’la. I’ll be gentle, I promise…” 

He dips his head back down as he pumps his finger in and out slowly, his tongue working at your outside pleasure doorbell. He sounds like a strill eating a bowl full of protein paste, loud but kind of endearing. Then he eases a second finger into your lockbox of love. His fingers feel so good inside! Your walls begin to quiver around his thick intruding digits, squeezing each time he pulls out, milking them the way you'll eventually be milking the green milk out of his one-eyed Thala-siren.

Paz groans and slurps at your clit, drinking up your pussy nectar like a man who has been trapped in a desert for weeks and you are the only source of hydration...that line sounded much sexier in the naughty holonovel. Maybe he’s savoring the dew on your flower petals???

"So good," he slurs. "So fuckin' good, wish I could live between your legs, mesh'la."

His fingers curl inside you and press up against your swollen interior doorbell - wait, who has an interior doorbell??? He presses up against your light switch of pleasure, making you squeak with delight. As you get closer and closer, Paz's enthusiastic vocalizations get louder and louder. He plunges his fingers into you and you cry out when he fingers your wet, slippery pink taco like he's a pianist and your vag is his piano.

"Ahhh! Paz!!!" you shriek as you finally reach your peak. "YES! Ahhhh!!!"

Your walls explode around him and you finish, crying out his name as the pleasurable waves squeeze and flutter. Paz pulls his fingers out like that one guy pulling a sword out of a rock. His fingers are wrinkled and wet, like he has spent way too long in the bath. He sucks on his fingers like he's trying to suck boba through a slightly too small straw.

"So fucking good," he rasps out.

Then he crawls onto the bed with you, sliding his third leg between yours, resting it on your mound of love. It spews out a jet of white, gooey erectoplasm onto your belly. Then, locking eyes with you, Paz angles himself into you, and gently starts to push in. He feels so gigantic inside you. As he keeps inching his massive love spear into your love spear holder, you cry out passionately, your eyes rolling back inside your head. 

You're not sure how, but he keeps fitting more and more of his Star Destroyer inside your humble shuttlecraft-sized hangar bay. Finally, he bottoms out, and you swear Paz's hymen hammer is poking you somewhere behind your left lung. A squeal, much like a minoch in heat, escapes you, and Paz lets out a noise like thunder as he moans and shakes. He starts to thrust slowly, his cock disappearing into you. You wonder if he's a magician because there's no way he should be able to fit inside you. Maybe he uses portals, like that one game you played once?

"Oh, fuck," he groans. "Fuck, you're gonna snap my turgid Manly Man Shaft in half, cyare. Your virgin hole is so tight I swear to Kad'Harangir it squeaks each time I pull out."

Once your slippery love tunnel starts to adjust around him, Paz starts moving faster, thrusting even deeper before, making you wonder if he's prospecting for beskar deep inside your Mines of Mandalore. So fucking sexy. The bed rocks and shakes with each devastating thrust into you - you swear you can hear the frame clattering each time it lifts off the ground. The headboard slams into the wall over and over, and a bit of drywall dust falls into your eyes, making them water up.

"Don't cry," Paz croons. "I bet it feels good, doesn't it?"

You're being fucked too stupid to respond, so you settle for a high-pitched grunt/whine.

"Look at you taking this trouser snake," he groans. "Pounding so deep into you it makes your belly bulge - "

You wipe some of the drywall dust out of your eye and look down. Yup, definitely. Each time he thrusts into you, you can see the tip of his cock in your abdomen, as if his helmeted sausage soldier is trying to get your attention. Your pulsating pussy starts to pulsate even more, squeezing around his cock like a warm, wet, velvety fist trying its best to squeeze his soul out through his pipi. Paz grunts and groans, his hips slapping against yours wetly. Vaguely, you can hear someone hammering on the wall.

" - it's three in the fucking morning, you dipshits! KEEP IT QUIET - "

The two of you ignore the other person and keep going. You scream as you orgasm around his cock. Pure electricity shoots through your entire body. Just like that one time you were trying to plug your data pad in to charge, but the charger was under your bed, so you were going at it blind, and you ended up touching the electrical prongs by accident. Your bearded clam gushes its sweet and salty clam juices, mixing with his pre-cum to create sex chowder, and you can feel the dampness spreading underneath you like high tide at love time as Paz just keeps hammering away.

"Cyare," Paz bellows. He roars like a hungry Wookiee. Or maybe that was more of an angry Wookie? Horn-gry??? "Oh, cyare! I’m gonna impregnate you! I’m gonna knock you up so many times the Mandostork is gonna stop coming to our Tribe!”

"PaaaAAAaZZZ!" you wail. "Ahh! Aaaa ~ Oh nhhh ah ah yessss! ~ ♡♡♡ ~ harder harder harder!!!!!!!!1!"

He keeps hammering into you. You're not sure if the pounding noise is the bedframe against the floor or if your neighbor is trying to beat the door down. But, again, the two of you ignore them, and Paz goes into hyperdrive. He's fucking into you so hard and fast his bald-headed buir maker is a blur inside you as it pistons and churns your insides into a pre-orgasmic puddle of goo. More and more of your beautiful, bountiful bajingo broth coats your thighs, his thighs, and the bed.

Your wails grow louder and louder as another orgasm starts to descend upon you.

" - please for the love of Kad'Harangir, Arasuum, and the Two Sisters - "

You climax again for the fifth or sixth time that night. He moans and grunts.

"You're so tight you're cutting off circulation to my diiiick," Paz hisses. "Gonna cum again - "

With another deafening roar, Paz finishes, his heat-seeking meat missile shooting jets of man cream into your penis fly trap like a Mandalorian quasar of love. He just keeps cumming, filling you so much that your nether regions can no longer hold it back. His weiner sauce sprays out, coating the bed in millions of fallen future Mandalorian warriors. He groans. With an obscene slurp, he pulls out. His cock is still half-hard, rising proudly above the forest of pubes, like a really tall cylindrical volcano spewing white magma. He puts his hands on his hips and smirks.

"Did you enjoy yourself, cyare?"

"Yes, Paz!" you exclaim as you collapse on the bed. 

He smirks and joins you on the bed.

"When can we have round two?" you simper up at him.

Paz's massive long dong beskar starts to stiffen. It stands at attention like a proud warrior would. It glistens in the dim light. He smirks.

"How about now?" he asks.

You giggle and pull him down onto you for a night of super sexy, passionate baby-making.

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A special thank you to my husband for “creamy Sichuan daddy sauce”.

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