I'm sick of seeing people hating on heartstopper bc no one is having sex?? The majority of the characters are 15-17 and yes, lots of people have sex at those ages but also lots of people don't? They also never say anything negative about having sex its just a personal choice of each character to not do it?? No one is saying that you shouldn't ever have sex unless ur married (other than Charlie's dad, who is quickly shot by Tori)
It's not puritan propaganda it's just some teens who don't feel ready to have sex yet? Yes normal teenage boys are horny but also plenty of normal teenage boys aren't?
There's plenty of teenage media out there where everyone is having sex (Euphoria, Sex Education, etc.) so why is it a problem that we've gone 2 seasons with 2 queer boys in a relationship and they haven't had sex yet? Why do you wanna see them intimate?? that's a lil....
I think people have gotten so used to seeing hypersexualized teenage characters that now they find it weird when other teenage characters aren't? There's nothing wrong with teens doing it (safe and consensual obvs) but it's also ok to do nothing for a while until you're ready or NOTHING AT ALL EVER.
Anyway I just keep seeing people say Heartstopper is too ideal and unrealistic bc no one's getting down and dirty.
Din was having trouble with a bounty. You, on the other hand, couldn't get rid of them whenever the Mandalorian wasn't around. You became the bait in his plan for a successful hunt, a plan that he failed to mention.
A/N: Classic angst, betrayal, lies, oh my! AND THERE WILL BE NO PART 2. YOU WILL ALL SUFFER.
Category: Angst
Warnings: Sexual harassment, Inappropriate Touching, Swearing
"I saw your bounty today," you muttered, more to yourself than anything. The man you'd been trying to converse with for the last ten minutes was otherwise distracted. It was usually the case that after unsuccessful days, the Mandalorian would check out and wallow in frustration. The commonplace event didn't make it any less irritating.
You dragged your jumper over your knuckles, desperately trying to tempt your body heat to spread. The temperature of the Crest was frigid and your fingers ached from the cold. Distantly, you missed the hot suns of Tatooine, the warmth that would beat against your skin as you worked, it was blissful in comparison to this.
The spoon clattered from his hands, startling you from your thoughts. You shot him a questioning stare and he cleared his throat, setting the Child to the floor. The little one was off in a flash, he was rarely allowed to explore without supervision and you had no doubt you'd find him in your tool bag later.
"You-" he shook his head, "you saw the bounty?"
You nodded hesitantly.
"Where?" The word was harsh as he leaned in, finally allowing you his undivided attention. You weren't so sure you wanted it now.
"The market," you stammered confusedly. "Well, I couldn't get rid of him actually..."
There was a short silence as you let your eyes drag back to the man before you. He was watching you and although you knew it wasn't you that he was interested in, you still felt heat rise to your cheeks.
"Turns out he has a thing for humans," you rolled your eyes, disgusted by the memory. "Apparently he harasses them every day down there. Remind me to never go back."
The memory of his grimy hands gripping your body made your stomach churn. It was only with the intervention of a kind shopkeeper did the Trandoshan stop his groping.
Your companion said nothing, leaning back into his seat. He was characteristically quiet, but this was a different type. Of course, you were sure that he had to know that chasing a bounty in bright reflective metal was going to alert them. It wasn't the first time he'd had to wait and definitely not the first time that you'd run into them first.
You swallowed hard, letting loose a shaky breath. "The sooner you get him the better."
He nodded his agreement and you both settled into another silence. Shifting in your seat, you suddenly felt uneasy. You hadn't wanted to remember the events of the day, and now you felt as though you were going to be violently ill.
"Are you okay?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," you said quickly, maybe too quickly. You stood up and gathered your things, offering him a tight-lipped smile. "You're doing the shopping from now on, though."
The hunter remained quiet as you left.
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"I need you to pick up something for me."
That was what you had woken up to. It was an unpleasant way to say 'good morning', you supposed, there couldn't really be anything good about it now. There wasn't the tiniest sliver of anything pleasant regarding those markets or the creatures that lingered there.
"There are specific flight suits I need," he asserted, folding his arms. Your eyes narrowed. Hadn't you just told him yesterday that you wouldn't be going back to that Maker-forsaken flea market? The tin can knew that you'd been harrassed, didn't he care?
You snorted internally, of course he didn't. You were his employee, no matter what your feelings were, he saw you as a tool to be used. Not a companion, not a friend, nothing more, simply a solution to his technical problems.
And with that, you rolled your eyes. "I'm your mechanic, not your dry cleaner. Get your own shit, Mando."
The hunter's arms fell from his chest and he let his fingers rest against his belt. With a slow stride forward he sighed.
"Please," his voice was low and imploring, a tone he had never taken with you. To make matters worse he said your name, not your last but your first. "I can't do this by myself, I need your help."
You squinted at him. "Are you guilt-tripping me?"
"No."
"You are."
"Listen," he threw his hands up in exasperation and you leaned back. No matter what he said, you would not be going back there and you couldn't believe that he was even suggesting it. The Mandalorian cupped your shoulders, gloved fingers twitching against your hot skin.
Your lips parted, watching him with blatant surprise.
"Please, as a friend. As...what we are, I need your help."
The words stunned you. Not only had he dropped that he considered you to be a friend but what he had implied after? The feelings that you had dug a hole for and buried were beginning to resurface and you clenched your teeth.
"Fine," you growled.
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The market was just as you remembered it, hot and stuffy, reeking of spices and meat. You hated it. Tugging the hood of your cloak lower against your face you exhaled hard.
Flight suits, come on.
You knew the vendor that the Mandalorian would need his things from. The unfortunate part of that is it would land you in the same sector that you had last seen the Trandoshan. That was a character you had no intention of coming into contact with again.
Distantly, you wondered if your companion had found him yet, you hoped that he'd roughed him up some and thrown him in carbonite. It would be a small piece of justice to help you sleep at night.
"Hello there, little thing."
Your heart leaped into your throat. No, no, no, no.
"You thought that cloak would hide you?" A hand rested against the small of your back and you scrambled forward, spinning on your heels. The lizard grinned terribly, hands raised as if to signal peace.
"Oh, my morsel is jumpy today!"
"Leave me alone," you snapped. Your stomach churned violently, low and lurching. This is exactly what you had been trying to avoid, you weren't even anywhere near the vendor yet.
The bounty crooned, shaking his head with a mocking pout. "Come now, that's not what you really want."
You were backed against an abandoned cart, and with a quick observation, you knew that the nearby merchants would be of no help. Downturned eyes purposely avoiding the disaster unfolding, it made you sicker than you already were.
"Get the fuck away from me," you snarled, searching the cart for a weapon. A jagged piece of wood was the best you could find and you knew it wouldn't do much. Not with that blaster mounted on the Trandoshan's belt.
The slimy creature approached slowly, "You'll beg me to be closer. They all do."
He was tall, easily towering over your cowering frame. They were known for their strength and warrior prowess and you were in no position to do anything but run. You were boxed in, attempting to run would only mean running straight into his arms and exciting him further.
"Fuck off!" You screamed, your voice hoarse. "Somebody fucking help me! Please!"
Your cry broke off into a sob as his hands settled on your hips, that reptilian tongue tracing his mouth grotesquely. You wanted to throw up, there was nothing you could do but pray. Pray that someone would gain the courage to help, pray that Mando found you, pray that the bounty would just kill you first.
"We're going to have fun-"
The sentence finished in a choked gasp. You hadn't even registered the blaster shot.
You whimpered when the creature fell forward, his steaming body collapsing against your frame. His face fell into the crook of your neck and you let loose a wretched scream. "Get off, get off, get off."
As if an unknown deity had heard your prayers, the limp lizard slid from your body to a crumpled pile on the floor. Your chest heaved, tears burning the skin of your cheeks. You could barely breathe.
The Mandalorian was before you in an instant, "are you hurt? Are you okay?"
You said nothing, throwing yourself into his arms without a second thought. You had never given him a handshake, let alone a hug, but at that moment you didn't care. You cared about nothing other than the fact that he had saved you and protected you where others couldn't.
Din's arms came around you easily, holding you tightly to his chest. It was enough to open the flood gates. You cried, and you did it hard. Convulsing gasps, racking sobs, jumbled words, it was a blur that you made no effort to remember.
"You're okay, Cyar'ika, You're okay."
His words were maundered, the same sentence slipping like a prayer.
"Let me take you home."
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You sat quietly, watching the Mandalorian as he busied himself in the cabin hold. There was no real reason for him to be down there, you knew. He was lingering to keep an eye on you, gauge your mood, manage your needs and ensure that you were okay.
It was sweet... but it wasn't adding up.
The flight suits hadn't been mentioned, and while that may be because the priority has shifted, it could also be because he already had enough. You remembered that he had bought a bunch on the last planet you'd visited. He'd called it his yearly restock. Yearly.
On top of that, the hunter had told you he would be in the suburbs, searching the huts and consulting the people. Nowhere near the markets. Considering that was the last known sighting of the Trandoshan, why would he send you to the markets and search in the opposite direction?
Why had he even asked you to go there in the first place? You told him. You told him that the bounty had harassed you, that he had an obsession with 'pretty little humans'.
He would never purposely put you in harm's way, he barely allowed you off the ship. There was no way.
There was no way.
But as you watched him, in the dim lighting of the cargo hold, guiltily lingering, you thought you could be wrong. You prayed you weren't.
You wantonly begged any deity who could hear you, hoping that they would dispel your fears, that you were wrong and just shaken from the events of the day. You wished it wasn't true, that he genuinely cared about you and hadn't just done what you thought he had.
But the lead that settled in your chest, dragging your lungs down to your stomach, said otherwise. You asked anyway.
"Did you know?" You pondered quietly, unable to force the words out louder. It felt like the air had been stolen from you, your sentence barely a rasp.
The Mandalorian fumbled the spanner in his hand and it clattered against the table. Those broad shoulders stilled, and every ounce of his body turned to proverbial stone. He made no move to face you, another red flag that sent heat crawling through your system. Red rage licked at your face, a poison exploring every crevice beneath the skin.
"Din," you snapped, acid dripping from his name. "Did you know?" "
The warrior turned, and he did it torturously slow, as though he was hoping you would be gone by the time he faced you. He was silent. You knew then that he was guilty.
The floor felt as though it had been ripped out from beneath you, your heart pounding in your ears, so loud that you couldn't hear your own thoughts. He wouldn't.
Your vision swam, the hot tears threatening to spill over your lashes. Searching his features did nothing for you, there were no eyes to look into, no mouth to watch for expression, no skin to touch.
His fingers twitched by his side, a habit of anxiety.
"Cyar'ika," his words trembled. "I'm sorry."
Sorry? That was all he had to offer? An apology?
You couldn't process what was happening. You had been so fucking stupid. So stupid as always, never seeing things or people for what they truly were. So fucking desperate to be loved like a dejected pet that only wanted affection.
He was a Mandalorian.
Why had you ever thought that there could ever be anything between you? Why did you think that he's be anything other than transactional?
He was smart, so, so smart. The hunter had known that you were the perfect target to draw the skittish Trandoshan out. He also knew that you would never have agreed to be bait had he asked you outright.
Your fist clenched, wanting nothing more than to smack your head hard for your sheer fucking naivety. You were embarrassed, so humiliated you couldn't even begin to put those feelings into words. Nothing could describe the overwhelming landslide that overcame you, there was no word strong enough for it.
When he knew you wouldn't cooperate, he tried a different tactic.
"Please, as a friend. As...what we are, I need your help."
Your ears could have bled at the memory of that voice, of that sentence, of that manipulation.
Mando approached you, spurting apologies to console. You heard nothing.
"You used me," you sobbed.
Hands gripped your body, "we will have such fun together, you and I, little morsel."
"No, no, no, listen," Din pleaded, hands raised to signal peace. But you didn't want peace. You wanted to leave. You wanted him gone.
You could still smell the salty sweat of the bounty, his tongue flicking toward your face to try to capture your scent.
The racing beat of your heart, your desperate screams for help, the realization that you may be dragged into slavery by a cruel and sick master. The thought that you would never see your bounty hunter again. You'd thought that your life was at the end.
He had let that happen.
For a job.
For credits.
"You knew I loved you," you struck your palms against the beskar plating of his chest. "You knew I'd do anything you asked if you sweetened it a little."
He whispered your name, grasping your wrists. Din was shaking his head, but he couldn't deny what you were saying, and you both knew it. You both knew that you were right.
"You knew and you used me and you sent me out there!" The tears warbled your voice, nearly indecipherable words delivered in a grating scream. "You didn't fucking care! You never did! You just let him... You let him-"
The man before you didn't let you finish, hushing you softly as though calming a restless baby. "Of course, I care. I would never have let him do anything, please, you have to know that. I would never-"
"But you did!" You bellowed, the words a condemnation of every promise the Mandalorian had ever made, any lie of protection he had spewed. He was deceitful, he had played you, he had been smarter than you.
And you were too soft.
You ripped your hands from him, stumbling away from his grip. The sight of him used to set your heart alight, every prayer that he would finally notice you falling on deaf ears. You only wanted a sliver of his attention, anything that would show you he cared.
But now, as you appraised him, the vision made you sick.
"Please," he whispered, reaching for you from where he stood. You smacked his hand away, baring your teeth. The hatred you felt was unlike anything you had ever experienced, it was almost a spiritual possession. Every ounce of your body buzzed with rage, your fingertips electric with violent fury.
It felt better than the hurt.
Anything felt better than his betrayal.
"I hope to never see you again," you said, a frightening calm washing over your body. "I hope you get everything you deserve."
"Where will you go," he shook his head. "Let me take you back to-"
"And when you do finally get what you deserve," you interrupted, turning on your heel, "I will not be at your funeral."
There was only silence from behind you.
It was all he knew to do, you realized as you grabbed your satchel from the floor. He could offer nothing more than that endless, infuriating, unsatisfying silence.
Imagine Din’s facing off in a duel with someone at the end of The Mandalorian season 3 and the person he’s fighting rips his helmet off and we see Din embrace his helmet-less state and defeat them with the shine of pride in his brown eyes
Duke Leto says it to Jessica, but in the book - and even in the first movie - she never got to hear those words. He thinks them to himself, but dies before he can share them. And it's heartbreaking, because for Lady Jessica, in all her Bene Gesserit wisdom and training, that has always been a point of jealousy and insecurity. She knew Leto couldn't wed her for political reasons, but still wished he had been brave enough to do it anyway, just as she was brave enough to give him a son despite her orders.
I wonder how she felt, in the movie, finally being allowed to hear how much she was wanted, how much she was loved, only for it to be too late.
A/N: So did anyone else LOSE it during Chapter 15? I know I did. I actually had to take a break from watching it because the excitement was too much. But it was absolutely incredible. So I wrote this short little thing. I really want to write more for Din because I think he’s an absolute sweetheart. But there are so many AMAZING Mandalorian fics out there that its a little intimidating to write for a character like him. But maybe I will in the future. But I hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Soft!Din, aka the best Din, spoilers for Chapter 15, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning
Summary: After the events on Morak, Din gets to thinking about the direction of his relationship with the girl he loves
“Are you okay?” She asked quietly as she sat in front of him. It had been difficult to find the time to ask him that since he re-boarded the Slave I. He seemed unusually quiet.
He just gave a silent nod, but she wasn’t convinced he was telling the truth, something was off about him. “Din,” she whispered his name which seemed to catch his attention “what is it? You’ve been pretty much silent since you came back. What happened in there?”
Din didn’t say anything at first. But she waited patiently for him to talk. He looked around the small space they were in to see if any of the other passengers were around but it seemed they were in the clear. But he still spoke in a hushed manner. “I-I don’t think…” he paused again, his voice sounding strangled as if his words were painful “I broke the code…” he admitted.
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
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