Mood: Chief Jim Hopper, Stuck In Some Interdimensional Tunnels, Lighting Up A Cigarette Because He’s

(Idk why I thought this but I think it’s funny) Imagine din and reader going back to visit Karga for a job and reader is a apparent heart throb to most of the villagers (not that she knows) and like “hi mrs. Parker” Friday style, these women are see them walking by going “hi Reader~” with cara teasing of reader the whole time having to tell the ladies that reader is already taken with din.

A/N: you are my very first  request, so i decided to do a full, bonifide one shot! thank you so very much!! 🥰💕💕

oddly enough, din doesn’t show his bucket in this until the very end. 💀 it became really cara-centric for some reason. hope that’s okay! 😖

also, the trope of “everyone collectively loves person, but person is so utterly oblivious to it” is, without fail, one of the funniest bits any piece of media can pull lmao.

hope you enjoy! 💗

content: references of sex (kinda), saucy language, gender neutral!reader (my first time writing a gn reader 😲), reader being completely “no thoughts head empty” type of oblivious, cara just brutally teasing reader, soft!din makes an appearance!, cara is also kinda a bisexual icon???

word count: 1,775

“... What do you mean?” 

Cara looks at you strange. She searches your face for a few seconds longer, eyebrows furrowed, trying to see if you’re serious. 

“Are you fucking with me?” She deadpans evenly, and you tilt your head slightly, blinking. You slowly shake your head, raising an eyebrow.

“No...?” You drag out the word and Cara barks a sudden, loud laugh at your genuine confusion, tossing back her head as she does. She straightens up in her seat, still chuckling lightly, and picks up her glass of spotchka. Cara leans against the backrest, draping her free arm over it.

“You’re really not fucking with me, huh?” She mutters with a grin, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a low, long sip, her eyes not leaving yours. You frown, puzzled.

“Cara, I have no ide—"

“Everyone wants to fuck you.” Cara interrupts and it takes a moment for the blunt, vulgar words to register, but when they do you feel heat rise in your cheeks. You visibly recoil, sputtering out an answer.

“I— What are— There's no—” All Cara does as you fumble over your words, getting more and more red in the face, is shrug, an easy grin on her face.

“Yeah, everyone wants to get in your pants, can’t say I blame ‘em.” Her grin turns downright predatory and it gives you the final push to spit out a reply.

“WHAT?” The word comes out incredulous and far louder that you had meant, causing you to cringe at the sound of your voice reverberating in the cantina. People glance over at you and you give the crowd a sheepish, nervous smile. Thankfully, everyone turns back to whatever they were doing, no questions asked. Then your head whips back to Cara, whose all smug-looking, to shoot her a glare. Your face is positively burning, and you just know she can see it.

“Are you fucking with me?” You throw her own question back at her, but it falls flat because all it does is grow the shit-eating grin that’s plastered on Cara’s face. She shrugs, gesturing around lazily to the room at large.

“Jax, the Rodian over there, gives you puppy dog eyes, Kol and Zaltor— the Trandoshans, not the Togrutas, by the way— look at your ass every time they get, that pink Twi’lek gal over there practically fawns over you— think her names’ Numa or Nima or something, the Duros over there...”

Cara continues listing off more and more names, and with each one (some who you know and have spoken to) you feel yourself getting more and more flustered. You sink low in your chair, staring wide eyed into your spotchka, hands on your temples.

“Good Maker.” You groan, placing your hands over your face and slumping onto the table. Cara (finally) stops listing literally the entire population of the village and gazes at you quizzically. She tilts her head.

“Don’t like being the sex idol of the town?” She teases and you groan again, louder this time. You glare up at her through your fingers, still furiously blushing. Oh, how you wish Din was here to beat the snot out of Miss Dune...

“No. This is a nightmare.” You growl out, going back to digging your face into the table, hoping the sandstone would just swallow you whole. Before Cara can reply, a new voice sounds up.

“U-Um, hi.” You stiffen and turn your head to the side to see two Twi’leks, one taller than the other, standing next to the table. They seem a bit nervous, fidgeting with their lekku and rocking on their feet, but something tells you they’re here for... something. The moment you meet Cara’s gaze, your face blanches.

“Kill me now.”

“Hey, pretty ladies.”

You groan and Cara flirts at the exact same time, Cara’s strong voice unfortunately gaining the upper hand. Both Twi’lek giggle, and the taller of the two, the lavender skinned one, flutters her eyelashes. Even more unfortunately, you make eye contact with her. She flushes when you meet her gaze.

“O-Oh my— Stars, um hi!” She and her companion devolve into giggles again and you force yourself to sit up. Giving them a forced smile, you rest your hands under your chin and elbows on the table.

“Hello. What can I do for you?” You ask through gritted teeth, attempting to keep your strained voice relatively nice, while also fighting back both the blush that’s still on your cheeks and the urge to shoot Cara with your blaster. Thankfully, the Twi’leks have gotten over the apparent “meeting their idol” giggles, because now the shorter one places a dusty tan hand on the table and leans in. A bright, stunning smile spreads across her face, but something flirty burns in her eyes.

“Mm. Me and my sister here have just been seeing you around so often.” She says, voice a obviously practiced mix of playfully coy and feigning ignorance. You glance from her, to her lavender sister, then to Cara. And your luck must really be in the gutters, or maybe Cara just wants to torture you—or both— but the mercenary only offers you a grin, lifts her spotchka to her lips, and sips. Your hands curl into fists.

“Yeah, I—” 

“You’re talking to Mando’s squeeze, babes.” Cara interrupts yet again and all three sets of eyes land on her. Two of them moon-eyed and incredulous if not also disappointed, one of them so embarrassed that Carasynthia Dune, you are a dead woman—

“Really?” The lavender Twi'lek’s eyes are so blown wide you almost think they’d roll out of her head. Her sister looks just as awestruck, and both look a tad bit fearful. You go to speak, but Cara (you’re really starting to hate her) opens her mouth again and beats you to the cut.

“Mm hm. Y’all are hitting on the Mando’s sweetheart. Pretty bold, honestly, he’s real protective over this one.” The blush you put all your hard work into smothering returns full force at Cara’s words, and the Twi’leks start looking a bit flustered themselves, though for another reason.

“So sorry!” The lavender one breaks first and goes running off to a Rodian and Zabrak sitting at a far table. She leans in close, seeming to whisper something into their ears, and suddenly all three of them are looking at you with a strange mix of disappointment, lust, and fear. You hastily look away and hide your face behind your hand.

“Aw. Shame.” The tan Twi’lek purses her lips, pushing herself off the table, and you begrudgingly force yourself to look at her. She gives you that stunning smile again and winks.

“You know I’m here for you.” She says and sashays off to where her sister is. Across the room, she gives you another wink and flutters her fingers. Pretty sure that all your bloods’ in your face, you turn to Cara, slowly.

“Cara.” You say her name lowly, looking her dead in the eye. She’s grinning, and blows a lock of her hair out of her face. She feigns an unassuming, innocent look, but both you and her know better.

“Yeah?” She’s walking on thin ice and she knows it, but you also know she’s never been afraid of risk.

“I’m going to kill you.” You say, coming across as deadly serious as you possibly can. Cara’s grin widens, her eyes twinkling, and she downs the last of her spotchka.

“I know,” She starts and she shrugs, “But you know I couldn’t resist.”

You want to reach over and smack her a good one, but a voice alerts you to a certain someone at your side.

“Hey.” Din’s low, modulated voice gentle pulls your attention to him and you turn your head to look up at your silver-clad lover. Even with the dark T-visor, you know exactly where to look to find those soft, doe eyes beneath it. A small smile creeps across your face.

“Hey.” You reply and he offers a hand to you, which you gladly accept. Like always, his hand is large and warm and strong, and it makes you feel completely at peace. Din helps you up to your feet, settling you close, but not too close, to his side. 

“I got the next few pucks, and the kid’s already in the Crest, so we’re ready to head out...” Din trails off and tilts his head, and you can feel his curious gaze roam your face. 

“Your face is... pretty flushed. Are you feeling okay?” He asks it so gently and sweetly, his gloved hand still holding yours, that it’s almost enough to make you forget why your all disheveled in the first place. Letting out a forced, somewhat breathy laugh, you pull your hand away to cross your arms over your chest.

“Um, yeah, yeah— I’m good.” You assure him, but Din knows you so he turns his attention on Cara, whose sprawl in her seat, looking like a satisfied loth cat.

“What did you do?” He asks, keeping his voice neutral, but there’s a hint of that good ol’ Din Protectiveness seeping in too. Part of you celebrates that Din’s finally here to beat up Cara, but all the other parts of you just want to hop on back the Razor Crest and get the Hell out of here. Cara lazily raises her hands in mock surrender, tilting her head into her shoulder.

“Just playing, that’s all.” She replies, eying your spotchka from across the table. She and Din are in some type of staring match even as she reaches and snags your drink. You don’t care enough to protest. Din stares at Cara for a few seconds longer before he shifts on his feet and turns back to you.

“Ready to go, cyare?” His voice is like warm like sunshine, and it makes your entire being light up. You nod and smile, uncrossing your arms to grab his hand. His thick fingers close around yours, encasing your hand in his.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You reply as you both start walking, tethered to one another by the most sacred link you can while in public. Din and you walk side by side, a Mandalorian and his beloved, through the cantina and out the door.

Cara watches you leave, then looks around at all the inhabitants of the cantina who had also watched you and the Mando leave hand-in-hand. She nearly laughs at all the looks of disappointment. You really were the village heart throb.

And as Cara downs the last of her (your) spotchka, she ponders,

Dammit. Wish it was me instead of Mando.

*Mom walks into room*

Mom: Where’s my grandson?

Me: He’s on the dresser.

Mom: *picks up Grogu and proceeds to go show our GUESTS her other grandson, even taps his head so he’ll coo*

This is why it’s so important for parents to support their trans kids.

Y'all

People are actually fucking dying in Palestine and all over the world because of international negligence and U.S. aggression.

And you're having a meltdown over a celebrity you don't know? What the fuck is wrong with you?

You know what you should be angry about, my fellow U.S. Americans? The fact that your fucking tax dollars go to "foreign aid" to help Israel bomb the fuck out of Palestinian children and the fact that fucking Biden is not doing a goddamn fucking thing.

Why don't you give your local representatives a call and scream at them? God knows they fucking deserve it.

A Storm of Surprises

AN: Alright here we go, more of everyone's favorite overprotective merman and mischievous tadpole. I hope you all like this chapter, after everything that has happened this past month I haven't really been confident in my writing and just have been struggling to actually write. But writing this made me happy again, so I hope it makes all of you happy as well. I hope you all have a great weekend and if you like this please consider LIKING/REBLOGGING because it really helps me out! Love you all!

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Merman!Din Djarin x Lighthouse Keeper!Reader

Words: 5k

Summary: Now that Grogu is awake and heeled, Din takes a trip. While he is gone you get a visitor and some news that you did not want.

Warnings: paranoid thoughts, slight description of panicked thoughts, din and reader still pinning after each other and being idiots about their feelings, Grogu is a little shit, Edna is back my dudes, mainly just fluff and worry :)

With Grogu now awake not much had changed. Well, that was kind of a lie. While the little tadpole was cute, he also liked to cause havoc around your living space. It was hard keeping on top of him, and you felt for Din because while Din had to drag around his lower half with only his arms to carry him, his son had tiny feet he could run around on. It was very obvious that Din tried to keep up with the kid, tried to keep him from getting into things, but there really wasn’t much he could do to stop him. The night after he had woken up when you had walked into your kitchen, you had found all of your pots and pans scattered around the floor, all of your lower cabinets wide open, and a very defeated and tired Din laying on his back in the middle of the floor with a content Grogu on his chest nibbling on what looked like your one measuring spoons. You couldn’t hold back the shocked and amused laugh that echoed throughout the kitchen and caused Din to slowly turn his head and look at you apologetically. Still giggling, with a large smile, you walked over next to where Din lay and sat next to him and asked softly, “What in the name of the seven seas happened in here? A mini hurricane?”

Din only flopped his head back with a heavy, remorseful sigh and very tiredly said, “I tried to stop him, but Grogu is more built for land than I am, cyare I am sorry. I will help clean up I promise….. I just need a second first.”

Giggling again, you place a friendly hand on his shoulder, ignoring the tiny shocks of warmth that spread through your hand from the gentle touch. “Rest Din, you have obviously had a much more tiring day than I have.”

“Cyare-”

“Nope, no arguing, or you won’t get to try the cheddar biscuits I am making tonight with the chicken noodle soup,” as you interrupted Din and said this, he turned to with pouting eyes and a heavy sigh. You kept smiling, but when your eyes met his, things seemed to stop for a second, and your chest warmed with the happiness, and no worries you felt at that moment. And even though your entire kitchen was a mess, you were happy and entranced in Din’s warm, soulful brown eyes, and you wished more than anything to just pause and stay in that moment for as long as possible. But much too soon, you were shocked from your trance, when you felt something in your lap, and when you looked down you had found a smiling Grogu, clinking the metal spoons together. You could only grin down at him and give him a hug. And Din watched the two of you with a soft smile and his heart stuttering at just how right it looked for you to be holding Grogu in your arms.

After the incident with the kitchen, Grogu did calm down some and by the time an entire week had passed, you had found that he was fully healed. And while he had healed a lot faster than you thought possible, and even faster than Din had, you brushed it off, just assuming it was part of the reason Din had called him special. Just seeing the kid up and happy was enough, it warmed your heart everytime he shot you his wide grins or hurled himself at you the second you walked into a room. You also often heard Din’s voice chastising Grogu, with what often sounded like telling Grogu he could not follow up to the stairs where you worked.

You did try and find new things for Grogu to do while you worked, things that would keep him occupied until you were done with work and could chase him around. Through a bit of trial and error you did find that the little tadpole loved coloring, and after the first time giving him a stack of paper and a box of crayons you were surprised to walk down and find both Din and Grogu hunched over a sheet of paper coloring. Your heart almost exploded from how cute the sight had been. Though you did learn that pens and colored pencils were a bit safer to give Grogu because he tended to eat any crayon he had touched much to your displeasure.

Grogu also became overly attached to a small stuffed bear you had. It was one that you had since you were a baby and it was one thing you could never part with, but seeing the child curled up with it fast asleep on his father’s chest one night in the kitchen made you realize that you wouldn’t mind giving, or well sharing, it with the toddler. He often carried it around, and even thorough he was upset when you explained it to him, he never brought it into the water with him at night but would set it up on the chair you had pulled into there for yourself to sit. The kid had stolen your heart in a mear matter of a week and you knew you would do anything for the little one.

Which leads you to your current predicament. After you had gone to town last week you were getting more and more paranoid over what Empire Labs were doing. You knew that the boys were safe here as long as they were hidden inside of the stone and concrete walls of your lonely tower, but you were not naive enough to believe that the Labs would not go to any lengths to get into your home and search it. They had done it before, the company was nothing but bad news and they had taken out the only good company that had been forcefully pushing back on their terror of local wildlife, Alderaan Sunrises. Empire Labs might have well as shot the company with a large laser with how they decimated the company with lies that couldn’t be proven to be false, how they had targeted the heads of the company specifically, going after the Organa family until it was only the daughter left fighting back, even after the company had fallen. You personally still thought how Bail and Breha Organa had fallen ill was too convenient for Empire Labs to be a coincidence.

So if someone as strong, and prolific as the Organa family could be shot down, who were you to fight back. You worried and stressed over several different scenarios, each becoming more and more extreme and unrealistic, but the ‘what ifs’ would not leave your thoughts as you grew more attached to the little green terror and his caring and overprotective father. You tried to hide your worries, tried pushing them to the back of your mind as you worked, tried to plaster on smiles to keep Din at ease, but you were never good at hiding your worries. So one night, as the three of you sat in a circle on the kitchen floor, you and Din eating your dinner and as Grogu munching lazily on a chunk of garlic bread while babbling animatedly to the little bear stuff while rolling his tiny bath ball toy around, Din watched you, more intensely than normal before finally speaking up and grabbing your attention, “Cyare, tomorrow… tomorrow, would you take me to the coast?”

You jerked your head up in a panic, thoughts racing. Din wanted to leave, but you both had agreed that staying at the lighthouse would be safe until things calmed down, and things were very much not calmed down. In your panic the noodles you had just taken a bite of lost all taste and your mouth went dry as you swallowed them, as you turned your head to look back down at your plate, unable to make eye contact with his soft eyes while your heart screamed in your chest.

“Is there a reason you want to go?... I just... I don’t want to stop you, but are you sure it’s safe to leave,” you finally spoke up, still not making eye contact as you push your food around, shocked that your voice did come out steadier than you had thought it would. You heard Din clear his throat, and could see Grogu go running for his ball as it had rolled away from him and towards the bathroom, then you heard Din rumble quietly, “I just need to go do a few things, check on something. I promise I won’t be gone long, I promise cyare.”

You take a deep breath and set your fork down before looking up at him, and gave him a small smile, “Well, as long as you stay safe I don’t see why I should keep you.”

Obviously, that is what Din was hoping you would say because his face broke out into a smile, one just wide enough to tease the dimple he had and crinkle the lines by his eyes. Then, to lighten the mood he teased, saying, “I promise I won’t leave Grogu alone with you for too long, with Posiden’s luck he won’t drive you too crazy.”

That had you laughing and feeling a little better, knowing that if Din was going to leave the small child behind, he most definitely would not be gone long at all. So, instead, you smiled back at him, this one coming a bit easier, and some of the tightness loosening in your chest as you replied, “Well I guess tomorrow I will get to show him what I do all day upstairs. I know he has been dying to follow me up there.”

Din gave a bit of a pained smile and replied, “He will really enjoy that, but keep a close eye on him.”

“I will I promise, tomorrow I shouldn’t have much to do, so it’ll be more of just a tour.”

Din nodded with the small reassurance. After your chat, the rest of the night went smoothly, Grogu even going to sleep much quicker than usual, and after Din got settled in the tub and after you both said your goodnights you linger by the bathroom door for a minute longer than usual, taking in the sight of the father and son curled up in your bathtub and the warm brown eyes watching you leave.

In the morning you were awoken by Grogu crawling into your bed as you could hear Din’s frantic whisper yells for him to ‘get back here’ and ‘leave them alone’. You just smiled sleepily and gave Grogu a soft kiss on the forehead before whispering good morning to him. The child just giggled and bumped his forehead against yours, the same way he did with his father, before wiggling from your grasp. Getting the hint, you rolled out of your bed and scooped Grogu up in your arms. As you turned around, you found an exasperated Din, leaning against your doorway.

“I tried to stop him, but when I told him he was staying with you today, he just took off.”

You laughed and walked over to Din, smiling and saying, “It’s okay, I needed to be getting up anyway. But I am glad he’s so excited to spend time with me.”

Din smiled at you as you walked by him headed towards the kitchen, before slowly turning and following you. You made a simple breakfast, holding Grogu on your hip the entire time as he munched on a blueberry pop-tart. As you cooked and ate you talked with Din, and when the two of you were finally finished you solemnly looked up at him, biting your lip for a second before saying, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Din nodded and straightened his back, trying to come off as confident as he said, “Yes, I am very sure, cyar’ika… and I promise I will be back before you even notice I have been gone.”

You sighed and looked into his eyes and the only thing you could think was, but I already miss you, but you shook your head and instead said, “Okay then, let’s get you to the water.”

Getting Din into the car and down to the flat rock was a lot easier than it had been that first night, and you thanked the gods for that, but at the same time, it hurt that he was leaving quicker than you had thought. You stood by as Din said goodbye to Grogu, bumping their foreheads together as they often did before Din handed the child to you. Only, once you had the child secured in your arms, Din grabbed onto your hand pulling on it until you met his gaze, it was nothing but earnest and soft as he pressed your hand to his forehead as well and said, “I will be back, I promise. Do not worry about me.”

Shaking your head, trying to hide the worry tears building in your visor, you smiled down at him and said, “I cannot make any promises,” Din gave a small huff as the corners of his mouth turned up, before he started lowering himself into the water, but then you stopped him, by calling out his name and saying, “Oh, before you go...it’s been driving me nuts, but your nicknames you’ve been calling me, what...what do they mean?”

Din only met your gaze, giving you a smile wide enough that you could see his dimple fully, an urge to press your lips against it filling you and shocking you so much you give a tiny gasp that Din did not notice, or did not acknowledge as he only said, “I will tell you when I return,” and then he was gone, having slipped underneath the water before you could even call after him. Grogu and you stayed there for a second, watching the water, before you took a deep breath and smiled down at the child and said, “Alright, ready to go see what I do all day?”

The kid only faltered for a second, continuing to watch the waves as they lapped at the rocks, the water quite calm today before he looks up at you and cooed as he grabbed your nose. Deciding to leave the car where it was, because it wasn’t really that long of a walk, the two you made it back to the lighthouse is only a few minutes. The entire time you were talking about all the things you do and what all instruments you used, trying to both distract Grogu and yourself from Din’s glaringly obvious absence.

Grogu loved when you climbed the stairs, halfway up wanting to be set down so he could climb them himself. His eagerness only made you smile, and when the two of you reached the top you cheered and told him he did so good as he looked up at you with glee. As you showed him around, pointing at and explaining all the different things you used, you were very pleasantly surprised that Grogu was very respectful and made sure not to touch anything, and only doing so when you told him he could. The only real-time he got ‘fussy’ was when he wanted you to pick him up so he could look at something closer, but overall he behaved himself so well that you were honestly surprised.

Walking around the instruments and explaining things had taken roughly half an hour, but with the added fifteen minutes it took for the two of you to slowly climb the stairs, it was nearing an hour since Din left, when you shower Grogu your favorite place to be while you worked. You made sure to pick him up and hold him close as you both stepped outside of the glass-enclosed lightbulb, Grogu’s eyes widening with a giant smile as he took in the horizon and the miles of ocean he could see from this height. You slowly walked around the full circle, pausing in spots to point out things that had caught your eye when you had been up there in the past, and pausing when Grogu pointed out at things you did not really recognize or notice but smiling and ‘conversing’ with him as he babbled excitedly. Then you made sure and took the time to show him how to use your binoculars, which he excitedly took and had you do several more laps around so he could look at everything possible.

But you were startled out of your content revelry, when you saw a car approaching the lighthouse, your heart doing a little pitter-patter in your chest as you told Grogu that it was time to go back downstairs. Panicking the entire way down, Grogu only kept smiling and babbling, reaching out and touching your cheek several times, as if he was trying to communicate with you, but you just weren’t understanding. When you were both finally, downstairs you were chewing on your lip thinking of where to hide Grogu, when the knock at your door echoed throughout the lower floor. Your breathing started speeding up, your mind racing, was it Empire Labs, were they here because they knew it was only you and Grogu, how was Din going to react when he came back and found that you weren’t able to protect his son and Grogu had been taken, was he going to hate you, if Din started hating you wouldn’t able to handle it, seeing a his eye turn cold on you would break you,r heart, you were just starting to fall for-

“Hun, you better open this door for this old woman, this pot is both heavy and hot and I am too old to be standing in this cold.”

You almost cried in relief when you heard Edna’s voice echo through your home. You quickly walked over and opened the door enough so that only half of you was showing, Grogu safely hidden behind the door, and you smiled at her and as you opened your mouth to say something, you were interrupted by Edna sliding through the door with a shiver and a large pot in her hands. “Didn’t see you at the market this week, so I brought you a few things, and even made you a nice meal, something my old friend loved and asked for repeatedly.”

Grogu looked up at you amused as the old woman weaseled her way into the kitchen placing the pot on your stove before turning and looking at your shocked form. “Oh, and I can’t stay long, but I made Marnie from the diner drive me because, well I sure as hell wasn’t gonna walk out here. You wait here with the little one and I will go get the bags for you.”

And she was gone just as quickly as she had entered, your mouth still opens from your attempts to reply. Your heart was slowly slowing down from the panic her unexpected visit had caused, but also you couldn’t help but smile as she rushed back in with several bags, more than even you usually return with, and she set them on the floor in front of the fridge. “Well darling, I am not gonna lie, I got you a little of everything and not only because I didn’t know what you would want,” Edna made direct eye contact with you, her eyes dark with worry, “Hun, I need you to stay here for the coming weeks. The Labs seem to have taken an interest in the town, and I believe specifically you. Those two dumbasses have been snooping around every nook and cranny the town has, and I worry for you and your friend….Speaking of which, I know for sure that is not him, his pet?”

You numbly shook your head and quickly whispered, “His son, the-”

“Nope, don’t tell me more, the more information I know the more difficult it will be to protect you. Is your friend here,” you shook your head, and Edna placed her hands on her hips sighing, “Well when he gets back don’t let him leave again. I have no doubt he will be back soon, their kind seems to have nine lives like cats, hard to kill they are, thank the maker. But don’t let him out of your sight, neither of them and if the Labs show up here, don’t let them in unless they have a warrant. It’ll buy you time to hide them away. Now I gotta go before Marnie gets impatient. If you need anything, I wrote my number on the back of the receipt, don’t hesitate to call!”

Then, in a whirlwind, Edna was gone, leaving with only a pat on Grogu’s head and a kiss on your cheek as she swept through the door. You were sure how long you stood there shell-shocked and going over everything Edna had told you. Empire Labs was sticking around town, this was only going to spell bad luck for you and your guests. Not only that, with them sticking around, and Din right now, you could only feel the worry start to creep back into your chest, but all trains of thought were thrown out when Grogu reached up and patted your cheek, before wiggling to be set down. So you sighed setting him down, and giving him a forced smile as you ran and grabbed some paper and colored pencils for him.

As Grogu colored, you put away everything Edna had brought, sighing heavily as you noticed just how overboard she had gone with everything. After placing the last box of dried noodles in your cabinet you felt Grogu tug on your pants and point to the door excitedly. Following his lead, and picking him up, you peeked outside the door and saw Din heaving himself onto the flat rock before turning back to the water to pull something else up.

You smiled widely at Grogu and said, “Come on, let’s go get your dad inside and then have some dinner, yeah?”

Excited, Grogu nodded and the two of you made your way down to where Din was sorting through a bag, one that seemed to be crafted from seaweed. When the two of you finally made it to Din, he smiled up at you, clearly feeling happy and proud over whatever he had brought back, but his excitement slowly tempted down when he saw your tense closed-lipped smile.

“What’s wrong, cyare?”

“I will tell you while I cook dinner….is, is the bag coming with us,” you said softly, trying to ease his worries some by softening your voice. Din looked at you for a second before nodding. You set Grogu on the ground, letting him run to his father, while you grabbed the bag and the two of them talked. You weren’t going to lie, the bag was heavy, and it smelled of fish, and you mourned for your trunk but you refused to leave it behind, especially if it had been important enough for Din to go and get it.

Once it was loaded though, you turned to find Din and Grogu waiting to be loaded into the car, so you helped them before pulling away from the shore and taking the few second drives to get Din as close to the door as possible. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time, and the tension seemed so thick and if you were honest, the range of emotions you had gone through today had made you exhausted, but you were trying to put on a face so you wouldn’t worry Din, knowing he was going to fly into protective mode the second you explained today’s events.

After pulling the two in and dragging Din’s bag into the corner of the kitchen he had asked you to, you silently went to work on dinner for the three of you as you listened to Dinpull things from his bag and whisper to Grogu as the child babbled on to him. You made a simple dinner, too tired to really try, so you really only made some boxed mac’n cheese, something you knew Grogu loved when you made it in the past.

You were completely shocked when you turned around though, finding Din with Grogu on his lap surrounded by a number of fish and a pile of things next to him. “What...what is all of this?”

“Well, cyare, you have been providing for us since we got here, so I went hunting so that I could return the favor….”

You just huffed out a shocked laugh before sliding to the floor. Din worriedly watched you taking in your reaction before you genuinely smiled at him and said, “Din, I….I don’t know what to say. This is amazing, thank you,” you laughed before you continued, “Gods, I only hope I have the freezer space for all of this.”

Din beamed at you proudly, and you quickly made plates of food for both him and Grogu, while you went about getting all of the fish, which Din had already cleaned and made ready for you, into your freezer. Miraculously each of the fish fit, but nothing else was going to be able to be added to your Tetris level of stacking. When you finished, you made your plate before slowly sinking against the floor beside Din. Din had already finished his plate, and Grogu had gotten halfway through his own before he had fallen asleep in his father’s arms.

You took your first few bites slowly, then you looked at Din with a sigh and said, “Well do you want the good news, the bad news, or do you just want a play-by-play of what happened today?”

“Just start from when I left.”

You nodded and took a few more bites before starting in. You told him about Grogu and how good he was for you all morning and pretty much all day. How excited and heartwarmingly cute he was as you showed him around your workspace. You told Din about how much he loved being at the top of the tower, watching the water, and using your binoculars. Then you sighed and told him about Edna, and what she had brought with her, both the news and the gifts, even reminding yourself that she had brought a pot of food that you had previously forgotten. Then you looked him in the eye, taking in how he was soaking in every word you were giving him before you spoke again. “Din…. Edna said that Empire Labs have continued poking around town, she thinks they are looking for you and Grogu… she said that we all need to just stay at the lighthouse until everything clears… until they leave. So, no more trips, I… I don’t want to risk it again with how close they are.”

Din nodded, not saying anything but laying his hand on top of yours where it sat on the floor, trying to be reassuring. Then he said, “Is there anything else, cyar’ika?”

You nodded and looked up into his eyes, giving him a determined look, “Yes… Din, if they come looking here, if they try and poke around, I promise I will do everything I can, everything in my power to protect both you and Grogu….”

Din searched your eyes, his jaw twitching slightly, then he said, “I know you will, but… I need you to promise me if it comes down to it, you will protect yourself. I will not have you getting harmed because of me.”

“I cannot make any promises,” you parroted your words from earlier with a smile, and Din only sighed before pushing the small pile of things he had beside him towards you with a soft pink glow on the tips of his ears and cheeks. “These are also for you, cyare.”

Grinning, you looked down. This pile was much small and seemed to honestly be just an assortment of, well everything. You found a few shells, the inside gleaming with mother of pearl, there was a bottle the top secured by a cork but it was filled with water looked like different colored sea glass and marbles, there was a necklace with a silver chain and what you believed to be a labradorite pendant shaped to look like a crescent moon, a ring that had a green stone inlaid in the soft gold medal, and lastly, a closed clamshell that Din slowly picked up and pried open carefully only to pull out the prettiest pearl, one roughly the size of a marble. You looked up at Din meeting his gaze, his eyes soft and search, expressing an emotion that neither of you quite knew what to call.

“Din… these are all amazing, I love them all, but… are you sure you want me to have them?”

Din slowly reached for the necklace, struggling to clasp it on your neck for a few seconds, before he got it and sliding the ring onto your right pointer finger, honestly surprising you with how easily it fit, before he said, “There is no one else, on land or in the seas, that I would want to have these. You have shown me and my son great kindnesses, and continue to do so at your own expense, these are my way of showing my appreciation.”

You smiled at him, looking up and noticing Din had still yet to move back, his face so close you could feel his soft breaths, and you said, “Thank you, I will treasure these for the rest of my life.”

Din grinned and then pressed his forehead to your own staying there only for a second, before pulling back and saying, “You should head to bed, cyare, you have had a long day.”

You nodded and reluctantly pulled away from him and stood up. You collected your gifts and asked if he needed help getting to the bathroom, but he just told you to go. Nodding, you left, going into your room and delicately setting the gifts along the small desk you had before changing into your pajamas and climbing into bed. It didn’t take you long to get comfortable and didn’t take you long to start to fall asleep. But the last thing that ran through your head before you let sleep overcome you was, That shit head didn’t tell me what cyare or cyar’ika meant.

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Rudeness and Racism in the Fandom.

Lately there has been a very disturbing trend in this fandom. Someone or several someones have been spending time going into inboxes with the sole purpose of leaving cruel comments or outright racists statements for creators. 

I don’t understand the level of mean heartedness that it requires to try and insult someone, either for their writing skill/drawing skills, comparing them to other writers/artists, or just being a racists piece of shit to try to drive people of color out of the fandom. 

The energy it take, to actually go into someone’s inbox and craft the message, make sure the anon option is selected and hit send astounds me. Use that energy for something out. Go outside and touch some grass, read a fucking self help book, because you need it. 

What purpose is there for this? To make them feel bad? To crush their souls and make them feel as if they need to stop writing/drawing? Or just leave the fandom all together? 

Comparing creators to one another? “How does it feel to know you aren’t as good as ____?” What??? Why would you do that? There is no reason to pit creators against one another. And where is your writing/art? Where is yours so we can judge it. Or are you one of these people who like to take from this fandom and contribute nothing but hatred and bullshit? 

To bring their ethnicity into it? You know they can’t help what race they were born right? It’s not like we get a choice in what color we are or who our parents are. And there is NOTHING wrong with being born to any culture or ethnicity you narrow-minded twat. 

You are the toxicity that is brining the fandom down if you do this. You are the part that needs to be cut out. You are the one that should be ashamed of who you are as a person because it’s disgusting. 

Let me be very clear: If you do this, UNFOLLOW ME. I DON’T WANT YOU READING MY WORK. I DON’T WANT YOU IN MY PORTION OF THE FANDOM. 

To my creators out there that are receiving this hate and bile:  I am so sorry and I wish that you weren’t receiving these things. Please, I urge you to delete them and even turn off Anon for awhile if you need to. 

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

A Study In Intimacy

1 = Reading to Din

Words = 1207

Warnings = None? Fluff if that isn’t your thing

Summary = Din is jealous of you reading to the Child so you read to him

A/N = I wrote this pre-watching season 2 so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Miller's Book Nook

Rating: G. Lots of shy fluff. Pairing: Bookstore Owner Joel Miller x Reader Word Count: 600 Summary: You've been infatuated with the handsome owner of Miller's Book Nook and it might just seem that he likes you too. Warnings: Tooth aching fluff, Joel's POV at the beginning.

A/N: I wrote a little something for Secret Springs. @secretelephanttattoo spun the wheel and I got Joel Miller and bookstore, AKA the coziest of cozy dreams. Thank you @saradika-graphics for the divider.

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The door jingles alerting him to a customer. Christ, it’s almost time to close. Really? His internal anger dissipates once he looks up. He hides a smile, it’s you, his secret favorite customer, his heart springs to life when you shyly smile towards him. 

He clears his throat, removing his reading glasses and tucking his novel to the side. “Evening, looking for anything in particular?” 

“Oh, hi, no, just browsing, thanks.” 

“Just let me know if you need any help.”

Your head bobbles a nervous nod before turning down the new release aisle.

It’s always the same interaction. Same question, same answer, same response, so why does it always mean so much to him? 

—

You’re running out of shelf space, most of your extra income sits in the cash register of Miller’s Book Nook. You can’t keep away from the cozy brick building with its creaky hardwood floors and cinnamon scented air… not to mention the handsome owner.

Joel.

He’s always here. Quiet, intimidating, a man of few words. If you weren’t such a voracious reader, you’d still be trying to find excuses to stop in just to look at him. 

The text on the back of the book swirls in your head as you hear Joel’s heavy footsteps approach you.

“Heard that’s a good book, it’s next on my list,” his timorous voice is deep, sending a wash of calm across your body.

“I’ve been meaning to get it, guess today’s the day,” you glance up towards him. He wears a slight smirk, his eyes crinkling with warmth. 

“Guess it is. I’ll take it up to the front for you so you can keep looking.” 

“Thanks.”

He grabs the book and walks away, his wide shoulders taking up most of the aisle. A long exhale you’ve been holding deflates your lungs before you move to the next section.

—

A glance at your watch shows it’s fifteen minutes past closing time. Whoops. 

Timid steps bring you to the checkout counter where Joel looms behind, greeting you with a warm smile.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see the time.”

“Not a problem at all, got nothing else going on,” his pleasant and deep voice sends a shiver up your spine.

Your head angles down, searching for your wallet in your bag. 

“On the house.” 

Your head darts up, eyes wide with surprise. “Oh, I can’t do that, Joel.”

This is the first time you’ve ever said his name out loud, you’ve never been formally introduced. 

“I’ll have none of that, please,” he urges the book into your hand. “You’re my favorite customer.” 

His voice softens with the last sentence, a wave of goosebumps prickle across your skin while your head swims with the implication of his words. 

“Thanks Joel.”

One last smile is sent your way before you clutch the book to your chest and leave.

—

You’ve been looking forward to this moment all day. Comfy couch, warm lamplight glowing, a lit cinnamon candle that smells like Miller’s Book Nook, your favorite fluffy plaid blanket covering you, and soft music playing. You nestle yourself amongst all of the coziness and open your new book. A small note card drops out. Neat, angular handwriting is written across it. 

Enjoy. I’m going to start reading it tonight. Please feel free to text me and we can talk about it.-Joel 

Your finger runs across the imprint of his phone number, a huge grin breaking across your face as you reach for your phone.