Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) × reader. (Y/n)
Warnings: Swearing. Soft Mando. Cuddle times. Idk what else.
Summary: You had never liked storms or the cold. So when The Mandalorian finds you curled up in a shivering ball, you find yourself with unexpected cuddle time with the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy.
Word count: 613.
Cold was an understatement. Up until this point, you had never been so cold in your life. It didn’t help that there was a raging storm outside, and the fact the heater on the crest wasn’t working properly.
Din couldn’t fix the heater until the storm passes. So for now, there you were in your cot underneath a mound of blankets that you foraged from around the crest. You didn’t know how Din could go somewhat unaffected by the cold, but he seemed to be coping just fine.
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The storm was still raging on, and you was still under your blanket pile. Although you was meant to be getting some shut eye, it had been quite a while since you had seen Din. As you laid there, thinking about what he could possibly be doing, he came down from the cockpit quietly.
He looked over towards you, to see if you were sleeping. Instead he saw a tired smile, underneath a shaking bundle of blankets. The small tilt of the helmet, that always got to you in a way which made you adore him appeared.
“Are you cold?” His voice came through the modulator,
“J-just a bit” you replied through chattering teeth, which was almost audible. He crossed the room with great strides and then knelt down next to your makeshift cot.
“Your not use to the cold are you?” He asked rhetorically, but he knew you were still gonna answer,
“No. I- I fucking ain’t.” You retorted, although he was only kneeling down beside your cot and one hand resting near yours to keep himself steady. You could feel heat radiating from him.
“Come on cyar’ika.” He stated, taken your hand in his,
“Din? Where are we going?” You asked.
“We’re going to my cot. Because 1) your cot is too out in the open where cold air is circulating and 2) you need body heat cause your lips are starting to go blue.” He responded, pulling you out of your cot gently and then leading you to his. As you got out the cot and the cold hit what skin you had exposed, your muscles tensed.
The two you arrived at his cot, and you could already tell it was slightly warmer than your own due to it being inclosed.
“Lay down cyare, alright? I’ll be right back” Din stated. You laid down in the cot, and you already became a little bit warmer. As you laid there, you could hear what sounded like pieces of Beskar being placed on the floor. The next thing you know, Din lays down next to you in just his underlayers.
“How are you so fucking warm?” You let out in a whisper,
“I don’t know, just keeping on the go keeps me warm. We - we can cuddle if you want.” Din replied, at this statement you turned around and snuggled into him.
You couldn’t believe it. You’re cuddling with one of the most feared bounty hunters in the galaxy. It may have been only for warmth, but this wasn’t an every day occurance.
“You feeling warmer?” He asked,
“Yes. Thank you Din.” You replied.
“Don’t worry about it cyar’ika. Get some sleep okay?” Din suggested,
You weren’t sure if you dreamed the next part, or if it was even real. A voice that sounded as if it was made of honey, a voice that came without a modulator. Din’s voice. The one that didn’t have the crackle of the modulator, his real voice.
“M'kay” you said sleepily. Sleep had finally overwhelmed you, you laid there in Din’s arms sharing his warmth. Body finally relaxed and not tense from coldness.
“I love you (Y/n). ” he stated. With that you fell asleep, with Din not far behind.
okay but imagine andrew’s peter goes back to his universe and immediately goes to visit gwen’s grave. he sits and talks to her for awhile, telling her that he made two new friend in one day— a record for him— then goes on and on about interdimensional travel and how her mind would be blown away by what he discovered. but then he says “you know, i was wrong. i was wrong, gwen. i always thought you would have wanted me to keep pushing— to keep being the friendly neighborhood spiderman and help people that don’t have anyone else there to help them. but i know now that you probably would have wanted me to be happy and forgive myself for what happened. to let you go and move on. to be peter parker. i said that i would never forgive myself for what happened, and honestly? i don’t know if i ever will, gwen. but i can try. i can try for you. so today i’m going to walk out of here and i’m going to try to be the peter parker you always thought i could be, not just the spiderman you knew i could be. i just— i just miss you a lot and i wish you were here to see that person.” then he leaves on his skateboard, accidentally running over a random guy around his age. the man yells at him a lot and peter profusely apologizes, offering to buy him a coffee to make up for running him over. the man agrees, but as he says his name so the barista can write it on his coffee, peter’s heart stops. his name is mj.
