You Make Loving Fun

Miller Morales Mechanic Shop (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Part One of Miller Morales Mechanic Shop

Summary: Something is wrong with your car. What, exactly? You have no clue. So you bring it in to some professionals- who also have a toddler running around the shop.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad, brief mention of divorce and trauma bc poor Frankie, there is a child heavily involved in this so if you don’t like kids this isn’t for you :)

A/N: WELCOME TO PART ONE EVERYONE! This is such a cute AU and I’m BEYOND excited to start sharing it with you all! I don’t know how many parts this will be or anything but I can’t wait to take it and run with it.

Marisol Morales behaves for very few people. One of those is Ben Miller. Unfortunately, she has decided to break her own rules today.

Frankie loves summer. He loves his little girl playing outside in her baby pool, taking her for walks around the neighborhood with their three-legged dog, all of the fun parts. The hard part is when the nanny goes on a vacation and Mari has to come to work with him.

Benny and Frankie, ever since the chaos that was the Lorea mission, run a small mechanic shop together. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop isn’t necessarily the busiest place in town, but they make enough to get by and have some disposable income too. Mari loves to hang around the shop with her daddy and uncle. She’s there more than Frankie would like, but he supposes it’s not the worst thing in the world. When Frankie and Jules split and Frankie won full custody, he’d hoped a nanny would take care of most everything when Mari is home all day in summer. Sadly, he was in for a rude awakening when no Mary Poppins showed up on his doorstep.

It’s normally not too bad; Benny hung the moon in Mari’s eyes. If she won’t do something for her daddy, which is still somewhat rare, she’ll always do it for her Uncle Benny. That makes the day run much smoother. Mari has a whole host of quiet-time activities and toys to play with, and the men generally trade off periods of either working on the cars or being with the little girl.

Her favorite activities at the shop include drawing on the concrete with thick sticks of chalk and playing with her toy helicopters and planes. Benny insists tanks are cooler, but Mari prefers flying her Polly Pockets in the chopper, running through the garage and making flight noises. She’s a smart little thing; for her age, she’s picked up big words and can make sentences out of three words, which is quite a stretch for a baby just over two years of age. She calls for Benny and Daddy and knows the names of his tools: wench, scu-dwive, and her favorite, win-seeled wipe fwuid. She loves to babble at customers while they get their oil changed.

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Being shit with cars is no fun. It only increases the anxiety when some light flashes on your dashboard. The lights can mean so many things that you find it ridiculous; “check engine”? Check it for what? To save yourself the anxiety, you find your nearest mechanic and pay them to deal with it.

Today, as you pull over into a gas station, you check your phone and find that the nearest shop is a place you haven’t heard of. It must be new. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop, 0.6 miles away. The name implies something more local and homegrown. You’re more than willing to support a place like that, so you start up the engine, pray you don’t explode, and make your way over to the shop.

It’s nearby, like the map indicated. The outside is a quaint little place, tucked in a strip mall next to a coffee shop, a dentist, and an insurance agency. The three car bays are empty, and knowing next to nothing about how these shops work, you pull inside and park your car, letting it run as you wait for an employee. The bell dinged to let them know you were here, so you stay patient and listen idly to the hum of the talk radio show from your car’s speakers.

After a minute or two pass, you realize that maybe this wasn’t the right place to be. Maybe you were supposed to go in the front or something. Concluding that you probably aren’t where you’re supposed to be, you turn off the car and get out only to be greeted by the sound of buzzing lips.

You can hear a baby’s voice, mimicking some kind of vehicle’s sound, and for a second you’re worried this place must have you hearing things. Then, from a swinging door to the front comes a little girl, running and babbling to herself about her toy helicopter.

She has a head full of dark brown curls, tied back into two puffs with pink scrunchies, and matching pink leggings and a t-shirt far too big for her, the back emblazoned with the shop’s logo. She’s barefoot, tiny feet slapping against the cold cement.

“I told you I had to piss, Fish!” A man’s voice shouts from one end of the garage.

“No you didn’t, dipshit!” Another man shouts back. Being caught in the middle of their argument is quite comical, if you’re being honest with yourself. “She’s fucking two! You can’t leave her alone like that, man!”

The first voice is matched to a person as a tall blonde man emerges from the customer service side of the shop. “Marisol Morales, come here,” he insists sternly as he rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit. “Come on, you’re gonna trip.” Ben is embroidered on a patch over his heart.

She pouts at him before stumbling forward and continuing to run, stopping as she sees you and looking up in confusion. Her lower lip sticks out in a pout as her eyes scan your face, as if she’s trying to remember if she knows who you are. “Hi,” she finally concedes as you bend to her level.

“Hi there,” you smile and hold out a hand. “What’s your name?” You pick her up, holding her on your hip so that she doesn’t trip, like Ben so desperately feared.

The second, unknown voice shouts for the little girl again before boots clunk on concrete up to you, rounding your car and stopping. This must be the girl’s father, you realize, as you rake your eyes up his body. He wears the same navy blue jumpsuit as the other man, though it’s unsnapped over his chest, exposing the white t-shirt beneath. The patch on his chest reads Catfish. He wears a ball cap and warm brown curls peek out from under it. He has scruff and a hooked nose that perfectly matches the one on the little girl. “I Mari,” she introduces herself proudly.

“Hey, leave her alone, Mar,” the man shakes his head as he hoists her up to hold her on his hip. “I’m so sorry about that,” he says with an embarrassed smile, showing a dimple beneath the scruff on his chin.

“No, it’s not a problem,” you laugh then set her down and tell the little girl your name. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” You chuckle as she looks at you. She blushes and buries her face in the man’s chest, giggling shyly.

He looks down at the little girl then up at you again. “Well, uh, hi. I’m Frankie, and you’ve met Mari already.”

“Your daughter?” you ask as you look at the pudgy little girl, who now stares at you in awe.

Frankie nods and adjusts his ball cap, pushing his hair back with it. “Yep. Our nanny is on vacation, so she gets to hang out around here,” he chuckles and kisses her head, setting her down. “Go see Benny, yeah?” He asks her. She happily waddles off towards the blonde man, who gives you a wave then heads into the back. “What brings you in?”

“Would you laugh if I told you I don’t really know?” You admit with a shy smile. “My check engine light came on while I was on the highway. I don’t know the first thing about cars, so I was hoping you’d figure out what that meant.”

“Nah, no laughing here,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile before looking over at your car. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I’ll have you pop the hood for me and I’ll give it a look?” He asks.

“That would be great. Thank you,” you tell him, the desperation for his help in your voice. Now that you get the chance to really look at him, he’s quite attractive. His eyes are deep set and a beautiful brown, and they crinkle when he smiles. Facial expressions only accentuate the lines in his face, but he’s certainly not old. His eyes still hold his youth.

“No problem.” He leads you to the car and you pop the hood open before getting out. “Could I take your keys?” he asks you. “Just so I can turn it on and off and all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod frantically and hand them over to him. “I’ll… be in the waiting room?”

“That’s how we usually do it,” he chuckles as he takes the keys from you. “Just shout for Benny if Mari annoys you again.”

That makes you frown. “She’s not annoying at all. She’s adorable,” you smile as you look over your shoulder and see her and the blonde man playing together.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” he laughs and points his wrench at you as he walks to the hood of the car.

Shaking your head, you can’t help but laugh as you head back to the waiting room. You walk in and Mari perks up, turning to look at you. “Hi! Playing helicopter,” she tells you in her stunted speech as she holds up the toy.

“You sure are,” you nod and sit next to her. “Can I play?” You ask, looking up at Benny, silently asking him the question too.

He nods and Mari squeals happily. “Friend!” She shrieks and hands you another helicopter. “Go pew pew, okay?” She drags them across the toy mat like they’re cars, and you follow suit.

“Okay,” you laugh. Looking up at the blonde man, you extend a smile his way and introduce yourself. He’s busy repairing a Barbie dollhouse with a screwdriver.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ben, Benny, whatever you wanna call me.”

Driving your helicopter around the ground, following Mari’s lead, you chuckle. “No preference?”

“Fish calls me Benny.”

“Fish?” You ask and tip your head.

“Frankie, whatever. We’re buddies from the service. His code name was Catfish,” the man explains with a shrug, testing the hinges of the plastic door.

That makes you smile down at Frankie’s daughter. “Really, just buddies? Could’ve sworn you’d be brothers,” you tease the blonde, blue-eyed man. “Does Frankie know how to do his daughter’s hair?” You ask and fiddle with her two pigtails.

“Yes, he does,” Frankie insists as he walks out to the front, cleaning a wrench. “But just barely.”

You look up at him, embarrassed. “Her pigtails just look a little messy. Then again, she was running around like crazy,” you laugh and watch her rush over to Frankie, insisting he pick her up.

Bending down to grab her, Frankie groans at the ache in his joints. “She was. I could use some pointers, if you’ve got ‘em.”

“Of course,” you nod and stand too, brushing the dust from the concrete floor off on your pants. “What’s the verdict on the car?” You ask.

Frankie turned, watching as Benny walks out to the shop, but he turns back to face you. “Oh, right. The engine was misfiring, and unburned fuel was being put into the exhaust system, and that damaged the catalytic converter.”

You nod as you listen to him, really staring at his face more than anything. He’s just so damn pretty, you note as you admire the curve of his nose, his slightly sunken and dark eyes. His lips look beautiful and soft, even though they seem a little chapped. When he stops talking, it takes you a second to process it. “I don’t know what that means,” you admit with a shy smile. “I told you. I don’t know shit about cars,” you laugh, playing it off like you were lost when you were really lost in his eyes.

He shakes his head and laughs, bouncing Mari on his hip. “Your car is gonna need some work. Couple hours,” he shrugs. “If Benny and I get to working on it together, an hour and a half, maybe?” He admits.

“Yeah, that’s great. I can watch Mari,” you offer.

Frankie would never be this trusting normally. You’re a straight-up stranger, but your demeanor is good enough for him. Besides, you’re right here. He can check on the two of you every so often, and Mari seems to love you. “That would be great,” he smiles. “You really don’t have to.”

“No, I have nothing better to do,” you chuckle and look at the little girl. “You wanna play?”

Mari nods excitedly and Frankie sets her down. She rushes back to her toy mat and you watch her go. “Thank you, again, for fixing all this.”

“Just doing my job,” he nods. This time, it’s his turn to admire you. He stares at your face, examining the curves and angles that make you up. Your eyes are kind and warm as they follow the little girl, and he can see that he’s making a good choice here.

When you sit down, Mari comes and sits cross-legged across from you. “What are we gonna play?” You ask her, looking at her wide variety of toys. Her pile includes dinosaurs, Matchbox cars, lots of toy helicopters and planes, Barbie dolls, and a plastic tea set.

“Tea party!” She says and hands you a tiny plastic cup and a felt muffin.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp in a fake accent. “How delightful!”

Frankie peeks over his shoulder at the two of you. He could really get used to that sight.

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pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

words: just a lil shy of 2k

warnings: lots of night time cuddles, bedtime stories + an absolute agent of chaos, maybe a lil bit of angst if you squint, perhaps mildly canon divergent lol 

a/n: in honor of another episode here’s my first time writing for mando in like two centuries :)))

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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!

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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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Lucasfilm did not fire Gina Carano from The Mandalorian for being Transphobic:

She got fired for being Anti-Semitic.

Her being Transphobic is not at all okay either but,

Anti-Semitism is not talked about enough.

She basically just compared Holocaust victims to being a Republican. Do you realize how fucked up that is?!

I’m Jewish. I really don’t like when someone compares the genocide of 6 million of my people to being a Republican. When was the last time 6 million Republicans were murdered via gas chambers?

People need to know that this was why she got fired. Don’t you dare just like this post!

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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. 

Ooh, may I have # 18 on the soulmate prompt list with Marcus Pike, please? I'm very curious as to what sort of animals show up and where it's gonna happen! 💕

Thanks so much for the request! I really love the idea of this universe, and there are so many possibilities! I had to think long and hard about what kind of animal Marcus might have, before I settled on the bloodhound - loyal, gentle, determined, it's ability to sniff out leads... that ones a bit of a stretch but I stand by it lol Also how can you say no to either of their faces?! I hope you enjoy it! Soulmate AU prompt list here can be found here!

Marcus Pike x Reader, Soulmate AU where everyone has a "soul animal" that only they and their soulmate can see

The hallway outside your apartment was littered with boxes and furniture, a team of movers working to get everything inside and placed. They nodded apologetically at you as you maneuvered through the maze they had created but you waved off their worries. You had heard someone was moving into the vacant apartment across the hall and apparently today was the day. You hovered near the open door to the apartment, considering popping in to introduce yourself to the new tenant. From the doorway, you tried to watch for someone who didn’t have the same uniform as the other movers, but no one passed your field of view.

One of the movers was hanging a large piece of art on the far wall. The painting took up the majority of the open space, a swirl of colours but mostly red and yellow. It was more abstract than anything, and you wondered if it had any particular meaning. A dog sat a few feet behind the mover, watching intently as he worked. It was nearly comical that the dog seemed to be supervising the mover, like he was worried something would happen to the painting.

Almost like it sensed a new presence, the dog turned over its shoulder to spot you. It stood right away, his long jowls and wrinkles swaying as he faced you. Before you could greet the dog, he barked one low woof at you.

The stoat on your shoulder startled at the bark. You felt it uncurl itself from where it was happily laying, perking up on its hind legs to stare at the dog. It started chirping angrily at the large, wrinkly bloodhound. You learned over the years to follow the instincts your soul animal had, so you backed out of the apartment, leaving the dog alone. You wondered why the slow-moving creature had aggravated your little stoat, trying to get it to settle down as you made your way to the elevator. Aspen, as you had named it when your family had gone skiing when you were young, eventually stopped chirping and squeaking, but it seemed on edge for the rest of the day. You wondered if the dog was mean, or if your stoat was picking up on the energy of its owner. You hoped your new neighbor wasn’t going to be hard to live near.

You didn’t see the newest occupant of your floor for a few days afterwards. The movers and clutter were gone, so you assumed they were settling in, possibly even sorting out their routine. Things like commuting to work, where the nearest stores were. Moving somewhere new was a lot of work. Despite not seeing them, Aspen still seemed extra on alert anytime you passed their door.

You were standing in the hallway, unlocking the door to your apartment, when you heard the sounds of another lock being opened. Before you could turn towards the sound, wondering if you were finally going to meet your new neighbor, your soul animal had skittered down off your shoulder. You watched as it bounded towards the opening door, stopping only when a man stepped into the hallway.

“Hi there,” you called over to catch his attention.

He looked up at you, seemingly startled but he quickly recovered with a polite smile. “Hello.” He greeted, adjusting the hamper on his hip. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and sweatpants, clearly on his way down to do laundry.

“You must be the new neighbor.” You pointed out before giving him your name.

“Marcus.” He introduced himself, closing the door now that the bloodhound had toddled out beside him.

“What’s your dog’s name?” You asked, curious.

Marcus seemed to freeze on the spot, looking at you with wide eyes. You faltered under his spooked gaze, almost wondering if you had said something other than what you had meant to.

The stoat on the floor started chirping at the dog, kicking it’s little feet. You had never seen it get this worked up before. You frowned, worried that this man and his dog really meant trouble. His bloodhound looked at your stoat, tilting its head curiously before letting out a lone bark.

Your own eyes widened as you watched the stoat move closer, the bloodhound sniffing at the ground as it took cautious steps forward. You had never seen an animal react to your stoat before, you thought only you could see your soul animal-

“You can see Silver?” Marcus gaped, slowly setting down his hamper.

It took a second for you to catch up. The dog could see your stoat, your stoat could see the dog, you shouldn’t be able to see the dog-

“Silver is your soul animal?” You breathed.

The bloodhound had lowered it’s head to the ground, showing submission to the stoat. Apparently pleased, your stoat closed the gap, sniffing directly at Silver’s nose. Silver’s tail began wagging as he patiently let the smaller creature examine him.

“And that…” Marcus pointed, apparently having not seen your animal until he was no longer holding the hamper.

“Aspen,” you filled him in on the name you had given your soul animal as a child.

“Aspen is your soul animal.” Marcus stated.

You watched in disbelief as Aspen climbed up on top of Silver, sniffing at the dog’s fur on it’s back once it was there. Silver looked over one shoulder then the other, trying to keep an eye on the tiny creature. His tail kept wagging even as he tried to locate it.

You looked away from the animals, meeting Marcus’ eyes properly for the first time. He was looking at you with soft, brown eyes. Even in the short distance between the two of you, you could see the shine of hope and affection he wore on his sleeve. You’d never been looked at quite like that before.

You smiled shyly under the attention. Marcus was attractive, and you could tell under his lounge clothes that he was fit. You had just returned from running errands, sunglasses pushed on top of your head, lazy sandals on… You wondered what Marcus thought of you.

“I, uh…” You started nervously. “If I knew I was meeting my soulmate today, I would have dressed up.” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

Marcus smiled brightly, a dimple showing on his right cheek. It was absolutely adorable. “No, that’s a perfect outfit to wear to dinner.”

“Dinner?” You frowned, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

“Unless you already ate…” Marcus backtracked, starting to look a bit like a wounded puppy. You had to grin, already beginning to understand his soul animal. Even if you had, how could you say no? Those eyes were going to get you into all kinds of trouble, you could tell.

“Dinner sounds great.”

Marcus’ smile shone once more, relieved you'd accepted his invitation, although it fell quickly only a moment later. “Any recommendations? I don’t really know the area yet.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“I’ll take care of it.” You nodded. “Meet me back here in 5?”

He picked up his hamper, resting it on his hip as he opened his door once more. “Make it 3.”

Having noticed Marcus opening the door, Silver stood up. He shook his head, his jowls wagging back and forth. Aspen jumped ship, choosing to jump off instead of being thrown off the larger dog. It chirped in annoyance of being dislodged from the bloodhound’s back. The stoat seemed to already be pretty attached to the slow, lazy dog.

“See you in three.”

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pajarito || javier peña x reader

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Summary: After a botched raid, you and Javi both need a cigarette. Sitting together on the sidewalk outside the embassy, you find out you both need each other too.

Pairings: Javier Peña x DEA Agent!Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, friends to lovers | Word Count: 3k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, ptsd, smoking 

A/N: Somebody called for “local gruff DEA agent is secretly a softie with the girl he loves” with a side of angsty love confession? This one’s for you! ♡

“Javi. Cigarette.”

He cast you a sidelong glance as you sat next to him on the edge of the sidewalk, his gaze lingering only a moment before he reached into the pocket of his jacket and withdrew a pack of smokes. He handed you one, flicked his lighter on for you, and frowned at you.

“What?” you said around a drag. The nicotine immediately flooded your system, quieting some of the shaking in your hands that you were trying very hard to hide.

He shook his head. “Since when do you smoke?”

You held the cigarette between two fingers and pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes, warding off a headache.

“You’ve only known me for a few months, Javi,” you said. You’d started at the embassy a little over six months ago, put on Javi and Steve’s intelligence team by Ambassador Noonan. Though you stayed in the office at the embassy most of the time, you’d gotten to know both men very well. Perhaps too well, in Javi’s case.

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Ran into this on one of the Star Wars fan pages on Instagram and I am DYING. 😭😭😂😂💀💀