#fluff asks

[insomniamamma]

Hey @maggiemayhemnj! Tumblr ate the ask part way through writing this! This was a lot of fun to write!

Snow Day: Din Djarin & Grogu

A/N: Set between S1 and S2, as in before they crash on the ice planet. Wobbles back and forth between Din and Grogu's POV. Un-beta'd. Barely edited.

Warnings: Slightest hint of angst, because i can't help myself but 99.99% soft fluffy fluff. Just our clan of two playing in the snow.

Din wakes to the gabble of his charge, blunt claws tapping against the transparisteel windows. “It’s snow,” says Din, “You’ve never seen snow?” Those dark eyes rake over his visor and then flick away, ears and shoulders slump. “Not every world has snow,” says Din, “How about we go take a look?”

Grogu squirms at the feeling of socks and bantha hide booties over his feet. It’s very cold, Adika, and you are so much smaller than me. Grogu can’t always understand the sounds that the Mandalorian makes, but he never doubts what he feels from Din, never doubts Din’s care, and so only wiggles a little bit when Din works his feet into the booties. Grogu descends the ramp as he usually does, claws tapping against Din’s greaves, only this time his claws are blunted by mittens, and for a moment he is afraid and then he sees the wide expanse of shimmering white, ears pricking up, but there is nothing to hear except for his own heart, the soft crumping sound of his own steps, sensation of snow compacting beneath his feet, like walking through wet sand but not. It’s so quiet.

He’s not used to quiet anymore, accustomed to ship sounds, engine noise rattle and burble of much repaired life support and coolant systems. Peers up at Din, (has never seen Din’s face but the name echoed in his head the first time he laid eyes on the tall armored man, a sound like a bell and warmth like sun on his skin, like the smiles and laughs of long gone friends), watches as he holds the scope to his visor and scans. Grogu sees nothing but low dark clouds and distant trees laden with snow. Takes a few steps to feel the strange compression of it under his feet.

“It’s okay, Kiddo, there’s no large life forms in range. You can play. Go on.” The little one looks up at him, puzzled, and Din hunkers in the snow next to him.

“You can draw in it, see?” He extends a gloved finger and draws a flattened oval with two dots for eyes and elongate triangular ears. “That’s you.”

The child squeals and yanks a mitten off with his teeth, draws a flattened oval crossed with a t-shape. “That’s me! That looks just like me, ad’ika!”

“Eek?”

“Ad’ika means little one.” Din shakes his head, “I don’t know your name, so this will have to do for now.”

“Eek! Ih Eek patu!” Grogu leans into the warm weight of Din’s gloved hand ruffling the sparse fuzz on the top of his head.

“Check this out,” says Din, and rakes snow together with his fingers, squeezes it in his palms, opens his hands to reveal an irregular white sphere, tosses the snowball gently and it splats against the rough weave of the child’s robe and for a moment he is afraid but then the child laughs big and bright all crinkled eyes and sharp carnivore teeth, scraping up handfuls of snow and flinging them at Din, glittering arcs falling short. Ad’ika peers down at his empty, claws and frowns.

“Watch me,” he says, “Like this, see?” Din reaches and fills his hands with snow, feels impact against his helmet and half his visor blurred with melting slush, high reedy laughter overdriving his pickups. “You got me! Well done, Ad’ika!”

The ache of the cold in his knees makes him stand, dusting the snow from his armor, while his charge points at the sky and gabbles, bends and scoops him into his arms. “It’s snowing!” Fluffy white flakes drift down in slow, silent spirals. The baby pats his mittened hands together, trying to catch the drifting flakes and opening his hands beads of water on his palms.

“I lived in a city before the Mandalorians found me, on a world called Aq Vetina. We didn’t get much snow, not where we were. We’d get maybe one good snow storm each winter. And everyone would be out in the streets playing in the snow. Children and grown ups alike. Because we knew it wouldn’t stay more than a day or so. Hey! Tilt your head back and open your mouth!”

“Ah?”

“You can catch snowflakes on your tongue!” He remembers the feeling up snow melting on his tongue, landing on his eyelids, dusting his cheeks. Grogu delights in the feeling of snowflakes melting on his upturned face, but his joy is threaded through with grief and longing from Din. I understand, he says in his mind, knowing that his mouth can’t yet shape the sounds in basic, so he grabs Din’s thumb, feels Din’s hand fold around his. “Let’s go inside. I’ll heat up some soup.”

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Today has been A DAY, ugh. Train delays and cancellations to and from work, pouring rain and no coat...Maybe girlie has had a similar day but matty takes good care of her when she finally makes it home, hours later than planned.

matty's just home from tour and he is so so sleepy, so when you're leaving the house for meetings you just wake him up enough to say "i'll be home around six and i'll bring dinner. i love you, go back to sleep" and give him a kiss before you head out the door. the overground is delayed on the way into london, which is a bit annoying but whatever, you're still on time for meeting #1. and then you and your manager get stuck in traffic on the way to meeting #2, which leaves you a bit frazzled, then meeting #3 is cancelled at the last min so you decide to go and grab a coffee - the heavens just OPEN while you're out with no umbrella or jacket, so by the time you get to meeting #4 (which, thankfully, is on time and quick and good) you're soaked through. when you leave, intending to call a car, the streets are completely gridlocked, so you think "fuck it" and opt for the overground again; this, as it turns out, is a terrible decision, because the next two trains aren't running, which means you're at the station in the pissing rain for at least another hour and you just really REALLY want to go home to your boyfriend and your dog. poor matty phones to cheerily ask "hi darling! are you on your way home?", and you literally just burst into tears in response like "nooooooo the trains are off and the traffic is terrible and i'm so cold and wet and hungry and i just want to go home" - he's like "oh, sweet girl... which station are you at? i'll pick you up", and you sniffle like "no, thank you. you'll be stuck for hours, baby, m'serious", and he's not happy about it but he says "alright. but promise me you'll phone if the next train doesn't turn up, yeah? i'm not leaving you stranded. and i'm picking you up from the station at the other end no matter what", and you just sadly go "mhmm" lol. thankfully, the next train DOES turn up, and when you get off it matty's waiting in the car with a takeaway hot chocolate and a towel; as soon as you sit down, he gently dries your face and kisses you and lets you just melt into him while you cry a little bit about how shit your day's been, and once you've stopped sobbing he's like "d'you want to pick up dinner on the way home, or just order it from the house?", and you're like "i wanna go home :(", so he kisses you again and holds your hand while he drives. at home, he's the sweetest of the sweet, helping you out of your wet clothes and into a warm bath, ordering dinner before he comes in to wash your hair and calm you down, bundling you into a towel and some warm cosy clothes (his) and carrying you to the living room to cuddle (alone and then with mayhem) while you wait for the food - he dries your hair, too, after you've eaten, he makes you laugh, and generally just keeps you snuggled into him for the rest of the night because he knows that's where you feel safest and happiest. when you're curled up together in bed, stroking each other's faces, you're like "thank you. you're really good at taking care of me", and matty kisses your nose like "i love doing it, i really love it. i love you"; that sets you off again, honestly, and you sniffle "i love you too. so so much. can't explain how much, to be honest", and he just smiles like "no, i know how much. same as me" before cuddling you tighter like "come on, darling, let's get some sleep" WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH he's so tender i love him <3

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hello, lovely!! i was thinking about the birthday party universe and wondering about their first ever fight in their relationship. i love them sm! 🩵

honestly, in my drafts i have a half-written fic from two years ago about this that i'll never finish, so i'll tell you guys about it here now lol. basically, it's to do with defining the relationship to other people - given that people saw the two of you leave the party early together, one of the boys asks matty if you and him are still sleeping together, and matty says yes and then doesn't say anything else, and that somehow works its way to the girls as "oh you're friends with benefits". quite rightfully, you're pissed off, and after you and matty have been on different respective days out (him at the football, you at day drinks) and you're both alcohol-fuelled (not drunk. but even a couple of drinks is enough to heighten emotion) you give him the cold shoulder back at his and it leads to an argument while you're trying to get ready for bed; iirc there was an exchange where you were like "mate, just shut UP" and he was like "i'm not your fucking MATE" and you were like "well that's not what you've been fucking telling people, is it, matthew?", and the penny dropped for matty and he was like "oh. oh fuck". you shout, he shouts, you cry and question if he actually cares about you or if he's reluctant to be seen with you/change the dynamic, and he cries because that isn't the case at all, it's mostly because calling you his girlfriend doesn't feel proper enough for how deeply he loves you, because really you mean more to him than any other girlfriend he's ever had and it's different with you and what the hell is he meant to call you until it's the right time for it to be "wife". if anyone else said that to you, you'd probably think it's a copout answer, but you know matty too well to know he's being nothing other than deadly serious, and you just rest your head against his chest and murmur "i know. it doesn't feel right. but it's a start, and it won't make me feel like you don't want me", and matty hugs you even tighter and says "i've always wanted you. i always will. i love you, darling, i really, really love you. i'm so sorry i ever made you doubt that", and yeah it's all good after that. he's really very silly, but he truly does love you so much that it bewilders him a bit. sweet boy <3

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thinking about a build a bear birthday party for amy today!!! matty and girly making bears for each other- meanwhile amy is going crazy in the clothing bit prepared to use and abuse Matty's credit card (as she should)

it's the easter holidays and so when matty has to change family day out plans cos he forgot he had a meeting at dh offices (idiot) his great plan for consoling the two of you is to say "if you come in with me, i'll treat you afterwards. maybe, ames, we could go to... build-a-bear?" - her sweet little face lights up and she practically launches herself at him to give him a big thank you cuddle, and matty looks over her shoulder and winks at you like "if we go regent street we can also go to anthropologie, darling", and then YOU launch yourself (carefully) onto the two of them to join in the hug lol. anyway! central london is crazier than usual, which a) means nobody notices either you or matty and stops you for chats and pics, and b) that your husband ends up scooping your six-year-old up and carrying her between the office and build-a-bear, which she's lowkey grumpy about ("m'not a BABY, dad!") but you think is very sweet; she softens when you get near the shop, bolting in as soon as matty puts her down, going straight to the pink highland cow and nodding like "i want that one", adding a cheeky grin (inherited from you, surprisingly) and a "please" when you raise a brow. while you're waiting for a staff member, matty clocks the pokemon collection and gets really fucking excited lmfao - he picks up a bulbasaur and smiles a bit shyly at you and says "d'you think it'd be weird if i got this? could take it on tour with me and fall asleep cuddling it instead of you", and you tease him like "great substitute, really" but then kiss his cheek and say "pick me something, then. can't be the only one not getting something in here today". and he really thinks about it, browsing everything while you try and control the amount of damage amy's going to do to her father's bank account by giving her cow a whole wardrobe (but to be honest you don't REALLY stop her lol. he loves spoiling the two of you! it's fine!), and when you all meet back up to get the plushies stuffed he just hands you a bear with monet's waterlilies printed on it and says "thought you'd like this one most", and he's so right. like you said, you and matty end up taking each other's plush and designing it all properly, picking outfits and names and recording little "love you!" messages to put in them, and honestly the whole day is just so much fun. you don't get them scented, though, because you'll just use each other's daily fragrance, and when amy gets the option to strawberry-scent the cow she goes all shy and shakes her head, clinging to your leg like "want it to smell like mummy's perfume too", bless her. it's your turn to scoop her up for a cuddle at that point (while matty pays lol), kiss her head, and say "d'you want to help me pick a new outfit for myself?", and when she nods enthusiastically matty just sighs. but he actually doesn't mind carrying all the bags and paying, not at all. he loves taking care of his girls!! <3

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fluff blurbs ALWAAAAAYS

sweetheart!george 1st valentines day after getting back together

orrrr

bday party!matty and girly pre baba doing something weird artsy literary pretentious adorable for vday

we can do both!! george first - the two of you are really cutely nervous about the first post-reunion valentine's day, kinda reverting back to the anxious teenagers you were on the first one you spent together. you have work during the day, so it's an evening hangout; george picks you up after you finish (you def get butterflies seeing him lean against the car with a cig while he waits for you, and they only get worse when he kisses you hello) and takes you to his so you can get ready and exchange gifts (he gets you a pair of earrings with your favourite gemstone and a couple of records he discovered while you were away that he knew you'd like, and you get him - well, both of you - a long weekend in naples, so he can a) see where you lived and b) meet some of your extended family). dinner is "as british as you can make it while still being good", because you offhandedly mentioned that you'd missed pub food while you were in italy, with a few drinks - chill, but so lovely, and very romantic - and then you wander to get desserts and stroll home hand in hand. the whole thing is just so SWEET, and that vibe continues back at george's; yeah, you're wearing sexy underwear and you're alone in bed with george daniel, but the sex is slow, steamy, full of long kisses and soft giggles... there's no doubt george is head over heels in love with you, and it's reciprocated.

bday party... the day starts later than expected because the two of you can't keep your fucking hands off each other lmfao; after a morning's worth of orgasms (9, to be precise), exchanging gifts (your insane boyfriend somehow got you a BIRKIN, and you got him an actual genuine vintage aviator jacket that he's predictably obsessed with) and a quick stop to get coffee, you make it onto the tube at like midday and then enter the love letters exhibition at one of the museums around 45 mins later. most of it is really cute, but getting to look at matty's face when he reads some of the anaïs nin/henry miller erotic letters for the first time is priceless - he turns to you aghast like "this is mental. and i've seen you read shit of theirs!", and then once he recovers he gets a stupid smirk on his face and says "m'gonna write YOU letters like this when i'm on tour next" lmfao. the rest of the exhibit is sweet and wholesome, but those sexy letters don't seem to leave your or matty's minds for the rest of the day, to the point you're thankful you opted to do the m&s valentine's dine-in cook at home thing for dinner because it means you and matty can have sex in the kitchen while it's cooking teehee. actually, it takes a herculean amount of effort not to give in and let him stay inside you while you eat dinner, but you compose yourself long enough for the meal and the dishwashing afterwards before you're whining and begging for his cock again; matty being matty, you get exactly what you want and more, so much so that you have a sneaking suspicion you might have to do a pregnancy test just for peace of mind soon. a very successful day!! <3

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Mads I have this concept in my mind. I see it with d word Matty. I think beginning of the relationship, maybe Matty is supposed to be away for a couple of days so girlie is having a self maintenance night. I imagine her with her hair up to have heat less curl, self tan, maybe some pimple patches. And then Matty surprises her by coming back early, maybe she's waiting for her food, she opens the door and it's Matty. She's super embarrassed/self conscious but of course he's super chill about all of it.

this inspired me to write a lil fic! seeing it as set after candlelight, but before any d words or l words were used lol. enjoy! <3

i've been dying to meet you (d word matty x reader fluff)

the doorbell rings just as you're applying your under-eye patches. you don't rush to get it, though - the drivers know to just leave your food order at the door to your flat once you've buzzed them up. god forbid anyone sees you like this, after all, in the midst of your thursday night routine; you probably look insane, wandering around in your dressing gown and slippers, hair wrapped around a pair of tights and clipped up, face covered in sheet mask and pimple patches, respectively.

but you feel good. and you'll look good tomorrow. which is imperative, given that you’ll see your boyfriend (it still feels weird being able to say that, honestly) for the first time in 20 days.

the thought of that has you slightly giddy. humming happily, you dance through the flat towards the door, only pausing in the living room to click play on the next episode of sex and the city and have a sip of your wine. the mouthwatering scent of your dinner seeps into the hallway, growing stronger as you near the door - it's never quite been so potent before, but then again, you’re fucking starving. 

still humming tunelessly, you open the door to grab your food, and come face to face with matty.

your breath catches in your throat in horror - he can't see you like this, so soon into the relationship! - but your heart swells at the sight of your boyfriend in his hoodie and sweats, your (open!) takeaway in his hands. he grins when he sees you, eyes lighting up as he takes in your appearance; you tense up in preparation of him taking the piss out of it.

he doesn't, though. “hi, baby,” matty says softly. “stole one of your prawn crackers - hope you don't mind.”

you blink. “how- how did you get up here? you didn't buzz.”

“offered to hold the door for the delivery guy and just came in after him. and then i offered to bring this up when i asked if it was for your flat and he said yeah. felt like i was 22 again, honestly, in my old job,” your boyfriend smiles. “although i can safely say i never ever delivered a takeaway to someone as hot as you back then.”

“don't make fun,” you groan, stepping to the side to let him into the flat - he kisses your temple as he passes you - and kicking the door shut. “nobody was meant to see me tonight. s'why i asked them to ring the doorbell and just leave the food without me answering.”

“i did wonder why it took you so long to get to the door, darling,” matty calls over his shoulder as he wanders into your kitchen. he furrows his brow when you walk straight past and continue into your bedroom, laying the food on the counter and following you - well, until the door closes before him. “babe? are you… annoyed at me?”

“no, i'm just putting underwear on,” comes your muffled reply, followed by the sound of a drawer opening and closing.

“don't feel you need to do that on my account, sweetheart, i insist. actually, i'm more than happy to also get naked, if you prefer.”

despite your lingering shock at seeing him, you giggle at your boyfriend’s eager tone. “no, it's alright, matty.”

“you're sure? i've already got my shirt off.”

the speed with which you open your bedroom door at that phrase is almost embarrassing. matty - shirtless, as promised - smirks when you do. “i can't believe you had no pants on when you answered the door.”

you frown, flicking him on the stomach; he just laughs and follows you into the kitchen. “shut up, i couldn't put clothes on, i had just moisturised.”

“what, your arse and all?”

“mhmm.”

“interesting,” matty smirks again. “wouldn't mind seeing that process, to be honest.”

“for fuck's sake, matthew.”

“sorry, darling, couldn't resist,” your boyfriend grins. his face softens into a more tender smile. “just missed you, s'all. hope you don't mind that i came over early and interrupted your pamper night - couldn't settle at home, knowing you were only a few miles away for the first time in weeks.”

the sweetness of his revelation goes straight to your knees; you wrap your arms around his neck to hold yourself up, and press your lips to his in a tender kiss. it deepens when matty runs his tongue across your lips, slipping it into your mouth when they open, but that's as passionate as it gets - the overwhelming emotion behind the kiss is just sheer affection.

“i missed you too,” you kiss matty's nose when you pull away. “and you're not interrupting anything, really, s'just my usual thursday night routine,” you pull the little containers of food from the bag and turn to get a plate from the cupboard. “d'you want to split this with me? i ordered too much.”

matty nods, taking the plates from you and grabbing a fork from the drawer to dish the food up. “thanks, sweetheart. so, tell me more about this thursday night thing. you do this every week?”

“yeah, whenever i'm home, just to prep for the weekend. haven't you ever noticed i always look better at work on fridays?” you grin, pouring your boyfriend a glass of wine.

“not really. i think you look beautiful every day,” matty smiles, kissing your hand after you pass him the wine. “although i have noticed your hair is usually really curly during friday meetings. i like it.”

you point to your head. “blame this.”

“serious? i thought you were going to get a blow dry after work or something.”

“nah,” you giggle. “i just go to sleep with this in. feels a bit weird, but i like the end result.”

“so do i,” matty smiles. “you're so pretty, baby.”

your cheeks burn, and you smile bashfully at the floor. “well, when i take all these weird stickers off my face, maybe.”

“no, even now,” matty gently tilts your chin up so he can look you in the eye. “you’re beautiful. my perfect girl!”

he leans down to kiss you again; you giggle as he pulls away afterwards. “oh, you're down bad bad for me, aren't you? still thinking i'm pretty even when i've got pimple patches on.”

“well, yeah, i have eyes.”

“pretty ones, at that,” you rest your hand on his jaw, and he turns to kiss it. “i'm glad you came to see me tonight. would you like to stay over?”

“if i say yes, do i get to be pampered a little bit?” matty giggles.

“oh, i'll take care of you, don’t you worry, baby.”

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pls pls pls can you do the flatmates before they were acc together because ik they still had a couple costume

again, a last minute half-arsed one, danny and sandy from grease (leather jacket cig smoking sandy, naturally)!! the two of you were kinda high and brainstorming easy costume ideas that you could do with clothes you already owned, and you're not sure who suggested using the 848203 leather jackets in matty's wardrobe and doing grease, but it stuck; mind you, this is right before you get together, so the sexual tension is kinda at its peak, so when you burst into matty's room half-dressed and say "the leather leggings i bought are SO tight matty you need to help me get into them" and get him to help you drag the fabric up your legs... yeah, he's on the struggle bus fr. he refuses to gel his hair properly like john travolta cos he thinks it looks stupid, but he does get you to fix it for him, and you deliberately take a bit longer than necessary just to enjoy the feeling of straddling him and brushing up against him and having his hands on your hips to keep you steady... literally just kiss already u fucking idiots <3

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Office nerd and politician costumes please!

clark kent and lois for office nerd au - it's literally them! - and also batman and catwoman for a nightclub halloween party, which was lowkey a nightmare for matty because wdym his extremely sexy girlfriend is wearing skintight black leather and grinding on him and he's expected to be normal?? hot, though. very

politician... in the uni days, there's definitely a pulp fiction couples costume, and pre-dating there was an accidentally-coordinated pirate (him) and mermaid (you) moment at a party that actually kinda worked out in the end given that matty went home with you that night lol. now, while he's in office, i think you go as men in black, a family-friendly costume to appeal to the masses lol - you borrow one of his suits and get a fake inflatable alien, all that fun stuff, and really play into the area 51 jokes lmfao. cute!! <3