Anons: I Want To Talk To You But Im Really Nervous! Id Message You But I Dont Want To Bother You! You

Anons: I want to talk to you but I’m really nervous! I’d message you but I don’t want to bother you! You seem intimidating!

Me:

MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS 🥺😭❤️

For the Kid 

check ups | din djarin

pairing: din djarin x reader

warnings: anxiety/panic attacks, self-harm (scratching), passing out, etc.

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Din nearly pulled a tendon as he used all his strength pulling the Crest up. His navigation pad must have glitched as he was met with an asteroid shower when the ship came out of hyperspace. He remembers telling you to grab Grogu and seal yourselves inside the sleeping compartment to ensure you were both safe, his two prized possessions. He saw you grab your little green son and jump down into the hull. He heard jostling and crates falling over but let out a breath of relief when he heard the distinctive swoosh of the compartment door close.

As he successfully maneuvered you all out of harm, he stood up, shaking out the knots from his tightened muscles. He checked the navigation and as the pad glitched and began rerouting repeatedly, Din gave it a smack. The pad rerouted once more, finally giving the correct way. Din quickly sat and drove the ship back into hyperspace, the bright blue streaks of light painting his visor. He reached over, pressing buttons and pulling levers until the autopilot was securely turned on. When he was satisfied with the ship’s course, he made his way down to check on his aliit, hoping they were safe, but soon realized one was not okay.

As he jumped the last three steps, Din felt uneasy. He immediately opened the sleeping compartment and only saw his son tucked in his hammock. Grogu jumped into his father’s arms, incoherently babbling and whimpering, motioning over to the fallen crates. This is when Din heard mumblings and heavy breathing. He steadied Grogu onto his little feet, silently telling the child to follow as Din deliberately chose his steps and walked towards the sound.

Behind the two metal crates, Din caught sight of you, sitting with your knees brought up to your chest. You were unintelligibly mumbling and attempting at regulating your breath, but to no avail. Din called out your name, but you did not react. He called out a second time, and yet no response. Din tried a third time, a little louder, but this only made it worse for you. He witnessed as you jumped at the sound of his voice, immediately covering your ears with your palms, and shutting your eyes tight. You kept mumbling, a little louder now, and your breath becoming more erratic every fifth heartbeat.

Din knew not to touch you. When you had your first anxiety attack in the Crest, Din panicked and held you in his arms which only made you more anxious and distraught. You felt as if you were burning and scratched up your arms, and his, as a result.

The more your body shook, the more perplexed Din’s mind became. When he came to the idea of silently speaking to you about the time you managed to convince Ewoks to untie Din on Endor, the ship decided it was the perfect time to jump out of hyperspace, shaking the entire ship once more and bringing Din down to the hull’s floor. You screamed and flailed your arms around as the sudden force made your stomach fall with it. As you scratched your cheeks and tugged on your hair, Din tried getting up and make his way over to you as fast as he could.

Your face, reddened with discolored streaks, and your throat become drier, was enough for your body to ask for breather. Your body had given out, your brain shutting down to lessen the stress, but Din managed to jump and hold your head before it hit the ground.

Din turned to his left as he saw Grogu try to run to your side and raised his right hand to place it on your face. Grogu closed his eyes, but quickly opened them as his father ripped him away from you.

“I know you want to help,” Din sternly says, “but I don’t need both of you passed out.” Grogu huffed a whine and sadly looked down. Din sighed, giving his son a head rub. “You can check on them later, okay? I’m sure they’d love to see you.” Grogu gave his father a toothy smile and cooed.

Din looked back at you and shook his head in disbelief. “I have to get better at taking care of you. You can’t help it, and you were down here alone.” He picked you up, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your neck and walked towards the sleeping compartment. He gently laid you in, placing his cape on top your figure as a blanket. Grogu cooed and pulled on Din’s leg, and when Din gave him his attention, Grogu asked to be put into the compartment with you. Din tried to put him back in his hammock, but Grogu insisted on laying with you.

Din could not say no and that is how he left it. The navigation system began beeping, alerting Din of an update on their course. He gave you one last look before ascending the ladder and into the cockpit to find out the navigation system began a system check.

Fifteen minutes later, Din descended back down into the hull. He knew you were okay, but he wanted to make sure. He checked your breathing and monitored your vitals, sending it up to the datapad in the cockpit. Before he went back up, he walked over to you once more. He unclasped his helmet and placed it on one of the metal containers and grabbed your hand. He gave the back of your hand a sweet kiss before putting his helmet on to steer the ship.

This was Din’s routine for the remainder of the trip. He would come down every fifteen minutes to check on you, even though he had your vitals running upstairs. He’d gaze at his aliit in front of him, his mind wandering into what ifs, and would return to his pilot chair.

During one his checkups, an hour before arriving to Nevarro, he heard Grogu babbling about Maker knows what. He’d rushed down the ladder to hush his son but was met with your droopy eyes and weak smile as you leaned against the metal container.

“Did he wake you?” Din asked. He wanted to make sure you got the rest you needed, even if that meant dealing with the curious kid in the cockpit.

“No. He actually woke up after I did.”

Din nodded his head once, affirming he understood. He remained still by the ladder, worried he would frighten you if he came closer. “I’m sorry about earlier. I couldn’t get the auto-”

“Din,” you interrupt. “You have nothing to be sorry for. The navigation has been acting up lately.”

“You had another attack.”

“I did, yes.”

“I couldn’t help you.”

“You did. I don’t have a head injury, right?” You stuck your hand out to him, a silent plea for him to come closer. When he did not move, you frowned. “Please? Come sit with me.” You jump onto the crate and pat the one next you.

“I promised to protect you,” he said as he decided against sitting and stands in front of you.

“You were busy not letting the ship get destroyed by asteroids, so technically, you did protect us.” You look over to Grogu who was wrapping himself up in his father’s cape. “Isn’t that right, Grogu?” Grogu let out a happy giggle and nodded, making you laugh and Din letting a chuckle escape. You reached for Din’s hand and placed it on your cheek. “You protect us every day. You’ve helped me through so many other incidents that this one will get cancelled out.”

“This one was worse,” Din stated. “You passed out. I have never seen your body just give up the way it did.” You shrug and wrap your arms around his neck.

“But I woke up to our son cuddling with me and to you coming to check on me like you were almost every hour.”

“It was every fifteen minutes,” Din grumbled.

“Hm... then it wasn’t a dream. That’s good to know.”

“What is?”

“That you care about me.” He takes a step back, tilting his helmet.

“Was there ever any doubt?”

You giggled and shook your head, smiling at his question.

“Never.”

i feel so attacked.

Me: watches a new movie/tv show for fun

Also me: suddenly notices the attractive male lead who is most certainly 35+ and I know immediately that he will infiltrate my thoughts for the next 365 days.

i LIVE for neighbor au’s and you make me want a marcus pike 😔 i love you and your writing.

Coffee and breakfast - neighbor au (14)

Pairing- Marcus Pike x fem!reader

Summary- You decide to surprise Marcus with breakfast and coffee, of course nothing goes to plan. (Featuring a healthy dose of cat shenanigans too.)

Warnings- Food mention, allusions to sex but no actual smut or anything more explicit than some kissing, I try to keep things as vague as possible in terms of reader body type descriptions etc. but there is a moment where she wears Marcus’ shirt. 

Word count- 1,609

A/N- Thank you to @chibi-liz05 for beta reading!

This is part 14 of my neighbor au find the other parts here!

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It’s late when you get back to the apartment block. The date had been somewhat spontaneous, Marcus had a rough few days at work so you’d taken it upon yourself to do something to take his mind off things. It seemed to be working if the carefree smile on his face was any indication. You’re standing in the hallway between your apartment and his; hand in hand and still laughing about how terrible the movie had been.

“I should go.” You say, disappointment evident in your voice, “If we stay out here chatting much longer Mrs. Jones will definitely have some complaints in the morning.” You nod your head towards her apartment a few doors down the hall.

“Ah, well we don’t want that.” He chuckles, leaning in to give you a kiss. The goodbye kisses are something you’ve come to expect, but it never fails to make your heart flutter in your chest, “Goodnight.”

“Night, Marcus.”

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