#under 2

this turned into more like how y’all get together, and less cuddling, but 🤷‍♀️

Din is a huge cuddler. But it takes a while for him to realize it.

He’s gone so long without physical touch that he’s not sure how to react even when you brush a hand against him, or reach out to touch his shoulder when you’re standing behind him in the cockpit, peering out at a new planet.

He flinches the first couple of times, which is super off-putting to you since it took some bravery to become comfortable touching him.

But when you stop entirely he sheepishly asks you why you haven’t been willing to stand as close to him as you used to. You’re confused since you haven’t been avoiding him at all, just avoiding touc—oh. 

You understand that he’s scared to say it, but your suspicions are confirmed when his whole body appears to relax the next time you brush your fingertips across his as you hand him a plate of food.

He’s given up the two cots in the ship for you and the child, and when he does sleep it’s on the floor. 

You protested the first few nights but he was so insistent and you were honestly still a little scared of him that you just stopped. But you can tell that when he wakes up after those nights, the way he moves is reminiscent of someone who is really sore.

One night you walk up to him and whisper his name. That’s enough for him to jolt up and ask what’s wrong.

“Nothing, Din. I just, I wanted to offer—I wanted to ask you. The cot’s big enough for two people, and you really shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor. Do you want to sleep with m—I mean, in it with me?”

His helmet tilts and you know he’s thinking it over for a while before nodding and saying a (shockingly aggressive) “Thank you.”

You manage to get yourselves situated so you’re only slightly touching, completely innocent. He’s taken off most of his armor, leaving him vulnerable, but much more comfortable to sleep next to.

The next morning he’s wrapped around you.

You wake up and turn over in Din’s arms. The modulated sound of his breath, definitely not asleep, is loud in your ears and he retracts his arms from you, embarrassed.

“You know, Din, it’s okay to want to hold someone. Okay to want touch. People need touch.”

“I don’t.”

He gets out of bed and you don’t talk the entire day.

But that night he’s back again, standing at the edge of your cot.

“You were right. Can I spend tonight here again?”

You smile to yourself and let out a little laugh before scooting over and making room for him.

It’s disappointing when he keeps his distance. 

But as you’re falling asleep you hear him whisper “I hope this is okay?”

An arm reaches out to rest on your shoulder. He thinks you’re asleep but you want him to know it’s fine.

“Anytime, Din.”

He comes back silently every night.

A week later, when you wake up, your legs are slotted together, his arms around your waist, and you open your eyes to stare right into the mask. 

“Is it bad that I want to wake up like this every morning?” his voice, while modulated, drips with the fear of vulnerability.

pairing; javier peña x reader warnings; heavy sexism, very toxic masculinity, alcohol, general douchebaggery  word count; 822 deal masterlist

Din isn’t really used to being close to anyone. He slowly gets used to you living in the same space as him and the intimacy comes before the relationship itself.

It manifests in the quiet moments when you perform first aid on each other and how when you’re exhausted or injured and spend the day in bed, he’ll pick up the work you would have done on the ship, and then top it off by going a little overboard with the meal. 

When you’re lucky enough to be on a safe planet, the two of you will lie on the roof of the Razor Crest, staring at the stars. You’ll be in your pjs and he’ll have stripped off most of the armor, save the helmet. The two of you could talk for hours up there.

You’ve practically forgotten how distant he was when you first met him.

He’ll be doing a crazy maneuver as you sit horrified in the copilot’s seat, and as you’re grasping the Child for dear life, he’ll nudge your leg with his own, not wanting to take his hands off the controls to hold your hand.

When you finally become romantically involved, it only becomes more intense. Din’s never gotten to be this close to anyone before, when Din’s in love, he’s all in.

He considers you as an extension of himself, so he’ll start voicing those little thoughts that cross his mind, insecurities and confusions and questions. He knows you won’t judge. 

He doesn’t sleep as much as you, but he likes sitting with you in bed. He’ll trace patterns over your back as you fall asleep, in awe that someone could be so trusting of him. 

He answers every question you ask. No matter how stupid. No matter how small.

You’re the only one he’ll engage in philosophical discussions about The Way with. He doesn’t like them usually, he thinks everyone who criticizes it is criticizing him. He knows you aren’t, and trusts that you say every word without judgement on his own practice. 

He loves playing with your hair.

Din finally lets you see the face behind the helmet. It’s the most intimate thing he’s ever done, let someone see his face. 

He quickly discovers how much closer it’s possible to be.

The two of you shower together. You wash each others’ hair. You stay in the small fresher long after the water runs out, just touching each other. Exploring the curves of each others’ faces. 

He’ll kiss you whenever you’re in a 3 foot radius of him. 

You came into his life and suddenly he’s worried about the future. Worried about his life. He wants to be alive so he can have a future with you. He remembers to tell you this. 

character; frankie morales

prompt; "why are you crying?" *drunk*"cause i foun' out you're engaged!" "yeah! to you!"

warnings; drunkenness, also me not being sure if i can write a really stupidly drunk reader but we’re going with it anyway

“God, he’s so cute,” you moaned, staring off at the table with the guys. You had come as a large group but as soon as you arrived, all your friends dragged you away from Frankie and Pope and the rest of them, and you had quickly gotten incredibly drunk.

The girls all giggled at you moping about over your best friend. They all knew about your massive crush on him. They had sat with you during the college nights where you bawled your eyes out about his next girlfriend. And they were there to comfort you when he said goodbye and joined the military. 

“Too bad he’s engaged, Y/N,” one of them laughed. 

What? Frankie? Engaged? And you didn’t know? Could your night get any worse? You stared over at him, beautiful and laughing and, you noticed, with a shiny band around his ring finger. You laughed in despair. Of course Frankie would be the kind of romantic to wear an engagement ring along with his future wife. She was one lucky girl. 

The night went on in a blur around you as you settled into the fact that Frankie was no longer within reach. You had missed all the opportunities to tell him how you felt, and it was too late. 

The ladies all stood up to go dancing, but you didn’t feel like it, swatting off their feeble attempts to get you standing. Even if you weren’t on the verge of tears, you were probably too drunk to stand on your own two feet for more than a couple seconds. 

By the time they were gone you let yourself break down, alone at the table. It probably looked bad. But you didn’t care. All that you could think of as your vision fogged and you tried to sort through all the memories of Frankie, and how you had missed all the chances to tell him. And how the hell did you miss him getting engaged? You had to be the shittiest of friends on top of it all.

Someone slid into the seat next to you, and you wiped clear your eyes so you could focus on who it was. Frankie. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a hug.

“Hey, why are you crying?” he asked.

“Cause I foun’ out you’re engaged,” you said, your words marked by some ugly sobs. “And I never told you that I love you.”

Fuck. It was out. You had just dropped a bomb on someone who probably didn’t need to ever know it. But he was chuckling and pulling you into an even tighter embrace.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. Your head was tucked underneath his chin and your tears were staining the fabric of his shirt. “I am engaged. To you.”

You pushed him back. “To me?”

How could he be engaged to you? You had only just told him you loved him.

“Y/N?” he said, pulling your left hand into his own. “See this? The ring? That’s the one I gave you.”

You stared down at the ring. You could hardly remember anything about your life, not even what your own bedroom looked like. The only thing that was running through your head that you were sad, and somehow engaged to your best friend and love of your life. And you couldn’t remember a damn second of it.

You looked up at him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “And I’m so damn happy that I did. Now you’re way too drunk right now, so I’m gonna get you some water and then we’re going to head home.”

“Home?”

“Yeah. We’re gonna go home, together. To our house?”

“Frankie,” you said, a smile finally making its way onto your face at the thought. “We have a house? Us?”

“We have a house,” he confirmed, nodding his head. 

“We have a house and I’m gonna get married to you?” you asked.

“Yes, you and I are going to get married,” he said. “And it’s going to be the happiest day of our lives.”

got carried away and it got a little nsfw, but i LOVED this it’s so cute!!

Din ABSOLUTELY wants to shower with his lover. If he hasn’t gotten to take off the helmet in front of you yet, but you’re still intimate, he’ll either get into that shower with the helmet, or turn off the lights to do it. 

Having been so protective of himself for so long, being naked in a small space with someone is just about the most intimate and sensual thing he can do.

And that tiny shower was always utilitarian before you came along. He showered for practicality, a quick couple minutes every day to wash off the dirt and the blood and the sweat.

But you arrived and started staying in there until the hot water ran out and it honestly confused Din for a long time. 

When you explained that the shower wasn’t this practicality thing for you, but a little moment when you got to really pay attention to yourself. Clean yourself from not only the dirt, but the emotional weight of the things you did. 

Din liked that. Found himself wanting, for one of the first times in his life, to do something for himself. 

You start to notice him taking just a little bit longer in the shower. Maybe an extra minute. If that. But it’s something.

He doesn’t approach the subject of showering together until a while after you start having sex.

Neither of you would ever admit it, but it quickly becomes your favorite part of the day. The two of you, close, together, just existing and not having to worry for a few minutes.

He likes to help you wash your hair, and he asks you if you can use your products on him. He likes how they smell.

You smile and start helping him wash his hair too. He likes that even when he’s out fighting and you’re not around, that smell lingers in his helmet. 

Sometimes it ends with the two of you stumbling out of the fresher, lips locked as you fall onto your shared cot, but usually you’re too tired for that. Feeling each other’s hands on one another’s skin is enough. 

Din has never run out of hot water while he’s been in there. His showers are too short. The first time it happens you’ve stopped cleaning yourselves and he’s got you pressed against the wall, kissing you deeply and his fingers inside of you, when he breaks off with a yelp.

You think you’ve somehow managed to do something wrong, only to realize that it’s just the feeling of cold water on his back. The mood is ruined but not entirely killed as you double over laughing as he turns off the water. 

You make sure to spend extra time drying him off, your fingers brushing over him where the towel ends, and you press little kisses on his back and shoulders and neck.

i might have fallen in love with this and added it to the list of fic ideas, i kind of want to expand this into a long oneshot

After Javi left Colombia, there wasn’t much left for you to do with the DEA, and anyone you really cared to work with was gone. You figured it would be best to return home, retire early from government work. 

It’s been almost four months now, and civilian life hasn’t gotten any easier. You visited your sister when you got back, but you didn’t get the chance to visit the rest of your family since you jumped at the chance to move to the city you dreamt of living in when you were younger.

It’s not until now that your family is holding their biannual get-together, a bunch of condos at a resort setting, a couple nights, almost everyone invites a few friends to come with too. 

You like your parents but you’re not looking forward to a couple days holed up with some of your cousins, aunts, and uncles. 

Your parents kept asking if you were going to bring a friend, and you know it’s a smart idea but the only friends you have are Steve, Connie, and Javier. 

But you figure it’s worth a shot to bring Javier. You know he’s dying over in Texas. He loves his family, but he was in Colombia to get away. Still it takes a three hour conversation to get him to agree. It’s not like he has anything better to do. 

wow i am so soft this is just so sweet

The first time you laid eyes on Din you were entranced. There was no way Cara would trust a guy that wouldn’t show his face. But apparently she trusted this guy.

He only said a few words to you, and you dreamt about those few words for weeks later.

After Cara left with him to go to Nevarro, you thought you’d never see the man (or his adorable baby) again.

To your surprise, he returned a month later, asking around for you. When you meet him again in the cantina on Sorgan, he says another few words and you don’t respond for almost an entire minute, in shock that he’s back and that is voice is really as attractive as you remember.

You finally catch up with what he actually said, and he’s asking for you to join him. He needs someone he can trust to take care of the kid.

You say yes before even thinking it fully over, you would do anything to hear his voice again.

Life on the Razor Crest isn’t easy, and the food is terrible, but taking care of the Child is honestly the most rewarding thing ever.

Especially since the kid almost likes you more than Din himself. He’ll waddle over to you when you’re sitting and when you drag him into your lap, he squeals happily.

Once Din realizes that you’re a pilot, he lets you fly the ship and mess around with the mechanics. It gives you something to do, and him time to rest.

Din doesn’t say much, and is all business around you.

Which would be okay if you didn’t find yourself replaying every word in your head for hours after your conversations.

Din realizes that he’s in love with you one evening when the child wakes up screaming and you pry yourself out of bed and cradle it, singing softly. He’s up in the cockpit, and you’re unaware that he’s poked his head down into the cargo hold.

He’s never seen someone as beautiful and as strong as you be as caring and selfless as he’s watching right now.

The Mandalorians were kind to their children but there was always a sternness. With you there’s none of that. You look at the kid with love in your eyes and he melts a bit.

It takes him weeks to finally say anything. He’s never been so thankful for the mask. That you don’t realize how often he watches you.

He tells you that he likes you on a desert planet you’ve stopped at for resupplying, when your little three-being family is lying under the stars that night, staring up at the sky, relaxing at the rare release from danger.

The kid is in between you two when he says it. And neither of you want to disturb the kid so you smile and reach your hand over to his chest, and he places his hand above yours.

character; frankie morales

prompt; “are you flirting with me?” “you finally noticed?”

warnings; none! but frankie’s attraction methods are certainly questionable

“I like your shirt,” someone says.

You look up and Frankie is standing across the kitchen island, his paper plate piled up with chips and chicken wings, a little sandwich, a couple different cups of dips, and two sticks of celery haphazardly tossed on. You looked down at your shirt, an old striped top that you had thrown on last minute when your college friend, Pope, had offered for you to come to his Super Bowl Party.

You aren’t really a football kind of person. You don’t mind the occasional game in the background, but a whole event dedicated to the game? Not your thing. But ever since you lost your job, Pope had been trying to get you out of the house and socializing, because he knew there was no way you were going to do that without a little bit of encouragement. And if you were being honest, it feels good to get out of the house, and the crowd this afternoon is nice. Mostly other college friends plus some guys Pope met in the military that you kept seeing. Frankie is one of the nicer of those guys.

You look back up at him. He’s staring at you expectantly and you wonder exactly what sort of response he wants. Your shirt is nothing to be admired, and this isn’t the first time Frankie’s said something like this; nice but out of place. It dawns on you.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper-yell across the island, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration. You glance around, thankful the two of you are the only ones in the kitchen, the rest of the party in the living room for the kickoff.

“You finally noticed?” he says, smiling.

“Finally noticed? None of what you’ve been doing has been obvious at all.”

“None of it?” he asks, face falling.

You feel a bit bad about it but someone had to break it to him. If he called that flirting, it needed work. “Sorry, Frankie.”

“It’s fine,” he says, “At least you noticed now?”

You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. “Yeah. I did notice now.”

“And?”

“And what?” you ask. “What’s your offer?”

“A date? This week?”

You can’t help but grin. He’s so bad it’s actually funny, but it’s also kind of cute. And it’s not like you haven’t noticed Frankie before. He’s shy but sensible. And it helps that he’s pretty hot.

“And maybe to sweeten the deal,” he continues, “I can offer some rousing conversation so that you’re not stuck watching the game this afternoon?”

You bite your lip through the smile before you realize what you’re doing. “I’d like that, Frankie.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, giggling. “And maybe, next time, don’t take your flirting tips from a Wikihow article or whatever it is you’re using?”

“…it did work on you,” he says.

“Oh my god, don’t tell me you actually used a Wikihow article?!” Your eyes widen.