#din is drunk

[newpathwrites]

This is a very weird, comical little drabble for A Marriage of Convenience universe based on a very sweet closing scene from a movie I just watched. All you need to know is Din and his partner have a physically intimate, non-sexual, queerplatonic relationship.

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The man walked up behind her in the kitchen, hands sliding slowly around her waist to rest lightly on her abdomen in an act of familiar intimacy. Her head tipped back to look at his face, lips curving into a fond smile before meeting his in a chaste kiss. She turned in his arms to face him before pressing her mouth again to his, smiling against his lips as a soft chuckle left his throat and the cameras panned away…

A soft sigh escaped your lips. Romance wasn’t your thing, personally, but imagining others enjoying intimate moments in this way was one of your life’s guiltiest pleasures, second only to the smutty romance novels you hid underneath your side of the bed. You wondered casually if Din knew about your secret indulgences. If so, he’d spared you the embarrassment of ever bringing it up out loud…

You were wrenched away from your alcohol-softened musings as the credits began to roll by Boba’s gentle teasing. Oh, right… you were still in the cantina, having been temporarily distracted by the holodrama playing on the small screen behind the bar.

“You’re looking pretty dreamy there, burc’ya. Is your riduur not satisfying your romantic needs?” He smirked in Din’s direction. “Mando, show the lady some love tonight. The holodrama that’s got her so mesmerized can be your guide.”

To your surprise, Din huffed out a dry laugh. “No, thank you. I’d rather keep all of my limbs intact.”

Every head at the table turned to look at him in mild shock. They’d never heard this man speak a single sarcastic word about you.

Wow. There were already so many layers of misunderstanding here, you weren’t even sure where to start.

Boba was non-plussed. “What? You don’t think she’d like a bit of hugging and kissing in the kitchen?”

“Not in the kitchen…” Din deadpanned, as if this statement explained itself.

“Ah!” Boba raised his glass. “That’s for the bedroom, am I right? Man after my own heart…”

“Exactly,” Din responded matter-of-factly.

“Din!” you hissed, heat rushing to your face. You were terribly embarrassed. You turned to address the table. “It’s not… he means that literally…”

The man was missing every subtle cue you were throwing his way thanks to the alcohol in his system and continued on, “And I would never do that without asking first…”

Dank farrik. You really weren’t planning on explaining your unconventional relationship structure to half the cantina tonight, but now everyone was looking at you, expecting more information about this odd arrangement you two must having going on would be forthcoming.

But this time, Fennec intervened. Initially, you were thankful - of all those in attendance, she was the only one fully aware of the nature of your marriage. But, unfortunately, her words were not helpful.

“Hold on.” She raised a hand, looking to Din. “You’ve been together for a decade at this point, and you still ask permission just to kiss her?”

Din, inebriated you were starting to realize, put on his most serious voice. “Of course I do. That’s respect.”

“Okay.” You slapped your hands down on the table, frustrated and mortified, to get everyone’s attention. “It’s none of your business… but if you all must know, we have an intimate relationship that is not romantic and not sexual and is limited to our non-working hours which so happen to coincide with bedtime... and we like to communicate…” You looked around the table, daring anyone to question further. “Alright?” You probably looked like a wild woman at this point.

“What’s the point, then - if there’s no sex?” Boba interjected, lacking inhibitions and totally unthreatened by your demeanor. “It’s like foreplay with no follow-through…”

Din was still with it enough to be righteously offended by Boba’s mocking tone and couldn’t stop himself from replying with complete earnestness.

“It’s nice for the senses,” he slurred, shaking his head as if this was the most obvious statement in the galaxy as his visor turned to you expectantly. “Right, Cyar’ika?”

You melted right there.

These were the same words you’d used the day you’d kissed Din intimately for the first time all those years ago, words meant to assure him that he was allowed to enjoy feeling close to you without any other implications hanging over it. These words were the harbingers to the intimate, loving relationship you now enjoyed together - the beginning of the most beautiful and uniquely satisfying era of your life.

You smiled back at him, forgetting again your surroundings, and pressed your forehead against the cold metal of his helmet.

“That’s right, Din. And you know what?” You pulled back to meet his eyes behind the visor. “Feel free to kiss me in the kitchen any time you want.”

#din is drunk #Cyar’ika is embarrassed #and they’re teaching the whole cantina about QPRs #asexual din djarin #aroace din djarin #queerplatonic relationship #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #a marriage of convenience #newpathwrites

[omgahgase]

the photos luke vs. the photos din

takes of din: takes of luke:

luke is actually very photogenic and expressive but din snaps as many pictures as he can whenever he can. which can, ultimately, lead to some...unflattering...pictures. he has thousands of photos of luke in his phone and camera sd cards and luke doesn't unearth them until he asks din if he can look through his camera roll/files to find a photo from a night out and luke just sees face. everywhere.

luke is both flustered and so endeared but he still makes din delete the ugly ones bc "my eyes are half closed! and my pores! they're huge! and i look so goofy in this one! sweetheart, please have mercy 🥺"

and din? well, he obliges, of course, bc luke said so. tho, he thinks it's alright bc by deleting a couple thousand or so photos, he now has fresh storage to take more. and luke, this time, is ready to turn to din and flash him a silly lil grin or make a funny face or just smile, unrestrained and fond, and din is there to capture every one.

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #star wars #the mandalorian #din takes pictures of his favorite things so that's why his camera roll is full of his boyfie and son #and the occasional drunk selfie #courtesy of boba fennec and cobb

[becki-here]

Happy birthday to my favourite fictional guy, the Once-ler💚

I didn't prepare anything special but I just wanted to say thank you everyone in this fandom. I have met so many cool and nice people since summer 2023. And I really appreciate this. You all are great and wonderful <3 I wish this fandom will keep everything it does now. So let's celebrate Once-ler's birthday!!

#onceler #the lorax #the onceler #lorax 2012 #becki chatters #onceler fandom #lorax #lorax fandom #guys i know its a bit late i din t really care #i made this post while im drunk i guess im gonna die and vomit i dont know #uhh happy birthday to onceler and everyone?? #im drjnk cause its mt mother's birthday and the oncwler so yeahhh i really celebrated it

[dindjarindiaries]

When he holds your hand for an extra second <3

#love this guy #and i’m kinda drunk so sorry HAHAHAHA #din djarin

[mandadlorianstuff]

Din and Grogu settle comfortably in their Nevarro home. Every once in a while, Bo drops by for a visit. R5 always greets her when her ship lands, and Grogu always shows her a frog he has caught while playing in the pond out front. Din leans in the doorway.

I like what you've done with the place, she tells him coyly. He smiles behind the helmet.

It's good to see you, he says. Let's have a drink.

They sit at the table facing the large window and watch Grogu play while R5 whirs and beeps around him.

Din pulls the cork from the tall bottle of Coruscant wine and pours them each a glass. How are things on Mandalore? He asks.

Going well. Construction on the capital building has begun.

That's good.

She takes a sip from her glass. The wine tastes like cinnamon and sweet rain on grass.

Din.

He tips his helmet just enough to take a sip, then looks back at her.

I'm here because... She trails off, glancing down sheepishly.

His gloved hands tighten around his glass.

They sit in silence for a long while. Then he stands.

The suns are about to set, he says.

They walk outside, where Grogu is now napping on the front steps and R5 is recharging. Din motions for Bo to sit on the bench under a canopy, and joins her. Together, they watch the red suns descend on the horizon.

She does not need to say she wants to stay. He does not need to ask.

#wrote this in a sitting as i was sobbing over the finale #i am currently wine-drunk #don't mind me #just drabbles #mandad writes #the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian spoilers #grogu #bo katan kryze #dinbo #fanfic

[flilisskywalker]

Christopher Lloyd talking about creepy droid while Bo-Katan is what? Exactly. 

Smiling at Din. 

Again.

#dinbo #din djarin x bo-katan kryze #bo-katan kryze x din djarin #bo-katan x din #din x bo-katan #bo x din #din x bo #star wars #the mandalorian #mando season 3 #take a shot every time bo smiles at din #you will get drunk

[diamondnokouzai]

to be honest most of you are not the sacrificial lamb. in fact you are not isaac either. you are probably abraham or the angel who ordered the sacrifice i think.

#.din #.txt #you are not the stone where isaac lay you are the knife that shone above him. #rum drunk again

[sprout-fics]

I’m going to start titling this section as Thursday Night Thots

You’re at a seedy Coruscant bar. Things were bad when the Empire was here, but now that they’re gone it’s even worse. The New Republic doesn’t dare touch the planet, and as a result the entire world has turned completely lawless. If you’re lucky you live in a militia neighborhood that hasn’t corrupted itself yet, if not…

Which is exactly the neighborhood you’re in. It’s close to a holiday. The bars are packed. You try and avoid the crowds but only manage to end up in a less than trustworthy establishment with a few pals. However they soon drift from you, and soon you find yourself alone, tipsy, and an easy target.

You think the Rhodian is nice at first, sweet and flirtatious. Yet then his friend crowds in from behind you- and you’re too tipsy to try and raise your voice, call for your friends who have slipped off into darkened corners with their own chosen partners. The Rhodian’s hands are wandering and you shut your eyes, breathe hard as your hands clutch at the bar counter.

Yet his touch is ripped from you with a yell, and you turn your hazy vision towards a figure who’s armor flickers under the iridescent glow of the bar lights. He takes one, two punches to your attacker to incapacitate him, and then wordlessly dodges the sloppy hit from his friend before using his whipchord to pull him feet out from under him and stun him.

You’re cowering against the corner of the bar- terrified, skin too cold to touch, eyes wide and arms shaking. The Mandalorian whips to you- and under his expressionless stare you whither. Yet instead of stalking towards you, raising his blaster at you, he simply holsters the weapon before asking in a low voice that scrapes against his throat: “Are you alright?”

It takes you a moment, but you nod, limbs still shaking. You must seem like a small thing, because the Mandalorian takes a step towards you, extending a hand as a type of treaty before speaking again: “It’s okay, you’re safe. I wasn't after you.”

You hesitate, but his glove is warm to the touch under your fingers.

“Can you make it home by yourself?” He asks, and despite his intimidating appearance his words are genuine, sincere. You quietly shake your head in response, not trusting your legs to carry you home in the condition you’re in.

The Mandalorian seems to sense this too, because suddenly he’s leading you outside, his hand on the small of your back as you shiver. He flags down a cab and helps you inside, paying the driver and instructing him under no uncertain terms to take you directly home and make sure you get inside safely.

“Wait.” You speak at last, finding your voice as he turns away from the speeder. “…Thank you.”

The Mandalorian looks over his shoulder to regard you just for a moment, but you see his hands unclench, his shoulders loosen just a fraction. Then, quietly, he speaks only to you.

“Get home safe.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x gender neutral reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x gn!reader #reader insert #also yes I’m drunk but that’s just how things go on Thursday nights so #assault tw

[pedropascalblog]

Do u ever feel like a plastic bag cling wrap

#i'm sorry i'm drunk #pedro pascal #din djarin #the mandalorian #narcos #the unberable weight of massive talent #dieter bravo #buffy the vampire slayer #mandalorian season 3 #mandalorian trailer #the mandalorian trailer

[littledeadling]

Writing more dincobbs btw... I have like four discreet snippets going on but I finally settled on one to concentrate on >:3

#bz bz #new ones abt what if bo-katan came to fight din for the darksabre while he was chilling on tattooine & Cobb accidentally beat her for it. #& din has to hustle him off planet & they are stuck on Din’s ship for a while. pretending din still has his ship bc the new ones so stupid #there will be pining there will only be one bed there will be showing cobb the stars 🤭 #why am I writing about bo katan & the darksabre when I hate that shit... um... just an excuse for a perilous situation that’s all :•) #also they are going to go rescue/steal grogu from the Jedi . bc I hate cgi luke & he deserves nothing #my other ones rn r: din helps Cobb do the dishes & Cobb spends the evening finding ways to stop din from touching him but it’s foreplay. #he wants him begging :•) #also one where cobbs peeved at din for abandoning him for so long #and one where they are rly super fucking drunk and oopsy doopsy #sorry this is what it’s like in my brain . my bad #swear to god I temper it with thinking bc about my own stories as well 🫠 I SWEAR... this stuff is just my break... #it’s my treat…... #ps can I be real it is so invigorating watching my fic slowly climb the ranks of the dincobb ao3 collection 😳 #it’s in the top 13% now...😳 climb baby climb I’m proud of u...

[sunb0rn]

sino na nakapag "drunk chat" kahit di naman drunk??

#tanong lang parang gusto ko itry pero kanino?? shuta #hindi ko pa din nagawa ata mag drunk chat/text ever??

[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember - December 22: Cozy

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Cozy

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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙

You stared at the neatly wrapped-up bundle on your bed in confusion. You had gotten home before Din, but somehow, he had left something there for you. Setting down the knapsack of supplies at your side, you stepped forward and gingerly unwrapped the bundle.

What you found was sleepwear made of the softest material you had ever felt in the galaxy, a matching pair that instantly brought a smile to your lips. It, of course, had been a thing you had mentioned only in passing, mostly as a reminder to yourself to actually go and get some.

Instead, Din did it for you, and with the most comfort and luxury possible.

You shook your head and wasted no time putting it on. It wouldn't be long before Din and Grogu were back, and you intended on showing Din just how meaningful this gesture was.

You were still putting supplies away when you heard the ship land. You smiled and ran around the cabin to light all the candles you had set out, trying to make your home look as cozy as you truly felt wearing Din's gift. You finished just in time for Din and Grogu to see, with the front door sliding open as soon as you lit the last candle.

"Hey." Din's voice was so soft you nearly missed it as he stepped inside. Grogu, of course, was sound asleep in his father's arm. "You got it."

You gave yourself a once-over and nodded. "I did." Your hands clasped together as you held them against your chest. "Thank you, Din. Really. This means a lot." You did a small spin for him. "And they're very comfortable."

Din's visor gave you a similar once-over as he nodded. "Good." He stepped closer and reached a hand towards you, though he stopped, silently asking for permission. You nodded and let him run the fabric between his gloved fingers. "I was told it was the highest quality available."

You wrinkled your brow at him. "That must've cost a fortune."

"Trust me." There was a smile in Din's modulated voice as his fingers instead held your chin. "It was priceless."

You beamed at him, taking a hold of his wrist and pulling the fabric of his glove up high enough to kiss the skin underneath it. "Well, if you get the little one to bed quick enough, you can test the material out for yourself."

Din tilted his helmet at that. "Tempting." He huffed and took a step away. "I'll be on my way, then."

You laughed and shook your head. "I'd expect nothing less."

#short and sweet again sorry i am sleeeeeepy and semi-drunk mostly sober now tho #dincember 2023 #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin fic #prompts #dindjarindiaries

[snakeofgarlemald]

🥃

For every 🥃, my Muse will take a shot! How many until they reach their limit?!

"Errr....I suppose one more wouldn't hurt, thank you Ra." Then again, he was confused by this but whatever, another down the hatch as Menenius shook his head again as he burped a bit before excusing himself. "Right....that I might be feeling in a bit."

#angelic din mortem #Oh we trying to get the snake drunk XD

[rose-tinted-nostalgia]

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#wild that I asked my kid's father TO WATCH HIS OWN KID #for one hour #so I can take an $800 exam that I've literally pushed until the last minute because I have had zero help #AND HE SHOWS UP DRUNK & HIGH AND GOES TO SLEEP #and my kid spontaneously woke up at 1 a.m. #and my exam is in 45 minutes #I haven't finished studying #I have no one to watch my kid whos not allowe din the same room as me during the exam #and I got cursed at and screamed at for polietly trying to wake him up like can you please get up and watch him my exam is soon #I already rescheduled #I already rescheduled till the last possible time which is 2 a.m. #paid an $8 fee #and still my kid is up and his dad's asleep #and i'm the annoying toxic bad guy #because he's tired of putting up with my bullshit #because I wont' leave him alone while he's trying to sleep #like you had one job?! #to stay awake and make sure i could take this exam #i'm not being annoying #like you areed to this #I needed you for this #I have no one else to do this and I can't put this off any longer #I'm literally fucked #i'm so fucking tired of getting screamed at #and insulted #and threatened #when I've done nothing wrong #and it's my fault for placing expectations on him but like my mom just got out of hte hospital for high blood pressure #my dad isn't here god knows where he is #my sister is in the process of moving and will not come to my house with her 1 year old

[diamondnokouzai]

you guys have heard of slut weed but what about media literacy weed. where you get so stoned you finally understand why these youtube videos suck ass.

#.din #.txt #btw im wearing a um c. cardigan a friend made for me and nothing else #and also i am drunk and maybe stoned by now but anyway.

[sprout-fics]

Warm arms wrapped around your shoulders. The metal of beskar is cold to the touch. Yet you cling to him the the darkness, breathing in the scent of blaster smoke and carbonite and him. His helmet is tucked in your hair, legs tangled with yours despite the layers that remain between you. You hope you stay with him like this always, warm inside and cold in the outside. The chill across your skin is something only he can soothe, bring you closer into his embrace as he whispers your name to you like a prayer.

You hope you never fall asleep, that you stay like this forever, within his embrace with nothing but his heartbeat as a lullaby.

#din djarin x reader #AAAAAA IM DRUNK AGAIN AND IDK WHAT TO FO WITH ALK TGE THOUGHTS #having a good time till I realize there’s no one there when I get home #I’m fine I’m going to sleep 13 hours ok