#don’t worry he’s still an absolute cinnamon roll

[caffeineinmyspleen]

Hgghghhhh monster designs

(This literally only exists cause I really wanted to see a ‘full monster form’ Lloyd that was a mix of dragon and Oni.)

[bussyslayer333]

All I want for Christmas (is you)

summary: some fortunately placed mistletoe forces bob to tell you how he truly feels.

pairing: robert floyd x best friend!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut, swearing, mentions of alcohol, slutshaming jake LOL, bob is a pussyeater™️ bc i said so

MDNI this is an 18+ fic

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Robert Floyd has been your closest friend for the past 2 years. You had been worried when you first moved to San Diego for a fresh start that it had been a horrible mistake, in fact you were sat in homesick tears at the beach when he stumbled upon you. Since that day he hadn’t really left your side, which is where he could be found currently.

You were both nursing an interesting mulled wine that Rooster had tried to brew for the team Christmas party. You weren’t quite sure why you were here since you didn’t work with said group of aviators who had become your closest friends but they had absolutely insisted.

The night had just started really, Penny was graciously hosting the gathering at the festively decorated Hard Deck which she had closed just for the team. You had begged her to let you help in some way since you were leaching on to their party so she had allowed you to help her decorate along with Mav and Rooster. The perimeter was surrounded in sparkly tinsel and fairy lights, there was a large tree in the corner of the room covered in mismatched baubles and a large piece of mistletoe hanging down in the other corner. You were still wary of Rooster’s mischievous giggles as he taped it up.

When the rest of the aviators had arrived along with the few higher ups Mav had invited they had all commended your decorating skills, especially Bob. He had told you very early on that Christmas was one of his favourite holidays, evident now by his gaudy (and most definitely itchy) Christmas sweater he was wearing.

“Baby on board, you’re gonna have to turn that shit off I’m pretty sure your interfering with some type of space station signal right now.”

Jake laughed, referring to the Christmas lights which actually lit up on Bob’s sweater. You jumped to his defence immediately,

“What are you even supposed to be? Slutty Santa? Tasteful.”

Phoenix snorted into her wine, though you weren’t sure if it was because she had accidentally swallowed a cinnamon stick again.

Jake smirked, “you want to come sit on my lap and find out?”

He gestured down to the tight black slacks he was wearing, it was paired with a very lowly buttoned up red silk shirt and a tiny Santa hat that had been placed on his head by Maverick upon his entrance.

You roll your eyes and don’t dignify him a response whilst everyone slowly resumes their previous conversation.

“Thanks darlin’.” Bob smiled down at you somewhat bashfully.

You giggle at him and flick the button on his sweater which changes the setting on the lights to fade in and out of their colours slowly.

“I love this sweater.”

“I know you do, that’s why I wore it.”

You look up to meet his eyes and he’s looking at you earnestly. You flush slightly but blame it on the drinks you’ve been consuming.

You’re snapped from his gaze when Fanboy announces loudly that he and Payback will be starting off karaoke.

Their rendition of ‘Baby it’s cold outside’ isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever heard, and Fanboy has a surprisingly high vocal range. Bob is snickering into your hair behind you, trying to appear encouraging for his fellow WSO but failing slightly.

“Bet you 50 that bagman is gonna sing Mariah.”

You turn, shocked at Bob’s admission, “no way! He’s gonna sing some Frank Sinatra classic in hopes that I’ll start swooning.”

Bob raises his eyebrows and sticks his hand out for you to shake. You hum, considering your options then finally give in, placing your hand in his. Bob notes how soft your hand is compared to his, he strokes your thumb slightly before letting go. The contact brings heat to your cheeks that you hope isn’t too visible.

“You’re on Robby.”

Bob’s lips quirk up at the nickname but he doesn’t mention it, and he stalks off to get himself another drink. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding as Phoenix approaches.

She has a sly smile on her face but still looks gorgeous nonetheless, she’s wearing an emerald satin top and black jeans. You go to complement her but she cuts in,

“You look gorgeous, I love this dress, when are you and Bob going to fuck?”

You’re still comprehending her comment about your dress before her full statement registers in your brain. You gawk at her for a second whilst she chuckles evilly.

“I- we’re not- Look me and Bob are just friends.”

She rolls her eyes, Phoenix has been your second closest friend since moving to San Diego. Her presence was always welcome and you usually adored her but you weren’t enjoying what she was currently insisting upon. And that wasn’t because it isn’t true, but more because you’re worried what will happen if you finally say it aloud.

“You are thinking so loudly right now.”

You shove her shoulder lightly, “He’s not interested in me.”

You look over to where Bob is stood at the bar, talking to a tall redhead. You think her name is Isla, she works in the control tower and to your knowledge was invited by Halo.

Phoenix laughs at your admission and wistful expression, “I cannot believe you’re this down bad for a man in a light up Christmas sweater. Also, he is head over heels for you.”

“I like his sweater!”

“You are the only one in here who thinks that.”

You hmph at Phoenix’s comment, “I bet she does as well.”

You gesture to the redhead who is now laughing heartily as Bob shows her the different settings on his sweater.

“Who? Halo’s girlfriend?”

You splutter slightly on your drink.“I thought she had a thing with that girl at work- ohhhhhhh.”

Phoenix scoffs slightly, “Glad to know you pay attention to the rest of us babe.”

“Shush, should I go talk to him?”

“You don’t need to.”

You look confusedly at Phoenix until you feel a familiar strong hand on your waist.

“I’m not interrupting am I?”

Phoenix answers for you, “Of course not, she’s all yours.”

With that, she winks and is off. You turn to face Bob, he’s significantly taller than you and it feels evident now even with your heels on. You’re craning your neck up slightly to make eye contact with him. You take a second to study how he looks, his cheeks are tinted slightly pink and his lips look incredibly soft, his blue eyes are dilated behind his glasses where his hair flops slightly down onto. He forwent the gel because he knows you like his hair in its natural state, even if it impairs his vision even more. He speaks up first,

“You look really beautiful tonight.”

You avert your eyes from his, aware of the rising colour in your cheeks.

“You think?”

You’re fiddling girlishly with the hem of your dress, it’s a babydoll style dress that always got you many compliments.

“I know.”

You can sense that Bob has something else he wants to say but he’s interrupted by Rooster announcing the next person to come and sing.

“Bagman, please take the stage.”

Jake grabs the mic off Bradley and you hear him mumble something about getting his callsign right. Bob’s hand is in yours and he’s pulling you over to the corner of the room furthest from the stage. You look at him questioningly and he’s explaining himself with a smirk on his face,

“I wanted to give you some privacy whilst you lose this bet.”

You smack his arm playfully,

“Shut up, you’re just embarrassed you’re wrong.”

“Sureee.”

Jake has finally finished his rambling and selects a song. You’re certain he’s gonna pick a Sinatra classic and wait for the opening notes to Have yourself a merry little Christmas. It’s safe to say you’re surprised when the familiar jingle of Mariah Carey starts up and Jake is already belting out the first notes. You look at Bob, accusatory,

“You’ve rigged this!”

Bob is doubled over laughing, you finally take your eyes off of him to turn around and huff. Which is when you notice your fortunate position. You and Bob are stood directly under Rooster’s mistletoe. You freeze slightly which catches Bob’s attention, he follows your eye line.

“Gosh, I promise I didn’t drag you over here just to kiss you!”

“Just?” You tease.

“No! I mean obviously I would love to kiss you but that’s not what i meant! I wouldn’t ever trick you into-”

You shut up his rambling my planting a kiss on his lips, they’re as soft as you imagined and he tastes sweet like the cinnamon in the wine. He kisses you back almost immediately and your lips mould together perfectly. You pull away first, noticing some of your lipgloss had transferred onto his slightly swollen lips.

“Woah.”

Bob’s exclamation makes you giggle, he’s gazing down at you in awe and you feel enclosed in a fuzzy bubble where it’s just the two of you. Hangman’s awful singing sounds light years away as well as the rest of the crowds cheers for him. Bob places one of his hands on your waist and the other he uses to lift up and brush a stray hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Can I kiss you again?” Bob whispers, ever the gentleman.

“I’d love you to.” You smile, leaning in.

You lips crash against each other again, with more vigour this time. Your hands rake through the hair at the back of his neck and he moans quietly into your mouth, giving you the initiative to slip your tongue into his mouth. He reciprocates your action, making you weak in the knees, unsteady in your heels. In the distance you hear Jake finishing up the last notes of Mariah Carey whilst everyone joins in at various different volumes. Bob pulls away and whispers into your ear,

“Do you think we could sneak out now?”

You go to protest, seeing as you haven’t been here long but see the lust blown look in his eyes and decide against it, instead nodding your head and slipping your hand into his. Bob drags you around the crowds to the exit of the Hard Deck. Before you can peacefully slip through the door you look back and catch Phoenix’s eye. She winks with a knowing smile and you giggle slightly. She was never wrong.

Finally leaving the Hard Deck you notice Bob is dragging you to his car,

“I’m only five mins away.” You smirk into his shoulder.

“Yours it is.”

The short drive to your house is tense, neither of you sure whether this was truly happening. Bob speaks up,

“As much as I want to fuck you, I can’t if it’s just gonna be a one time thing. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. ”

You look to him and see how honest he looks, gnawing at his lower lip nervously, your heart races at his admission. You smack his arm in annoyance.

“Ow!”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!” You urge him, “I’ve been yours this whole time. All you had to do was tell me you’re mine.”

Bob looks down at you with such love in his eyes it’s hard to imagine that you just smacked the shit out of him. You’re pulling up to the outside of your cottage when he finally speaks up.

“I’m yours.”

You smash your lips again his for the third time this night with even more urgency, but you pull away even quicker, wary of your nosy middle aged neighbours.

Once your front door is closed, Bob’s hands are all over you. He’s lifting the hem of your dress to your waist and grabbing at the exposed skin. You let out slightly pathetic whimpers as his kisses make their way down your neck, chest and stomach.

“Never stop making those sounds for me darlin’.”

You whimper at the pet name, satiating him. His kisses reach your lower stomach where he finally stops to admire your panties. They’re cherry red, lacy, and don’t leave much to the imagination. He groans at the sight, making you flush even further whilst he toys with the little bow at the top.

“Can I?” He gestures downwards.

“Please.” You whine.

Bob’s nimble fingers are hooking under the sides of your panties and he pulls them down to your ankles swiftly. He helps you step out of them, removing your heels along the way. You watch as he pockets the panties with a smile on his face and he quirks an eyebrow. Bob’s staring at your bare pussy like a man starved but you can’t help but giggle.

“Are you seriously about to eat me out wearing a light up Christmas sweater?”

Instead of dignifying you with an answer, Bob licks a fat stripe in between your folds, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder and forcing you to lean back against your entry way wall.

“Fuck, yeah okay then.” You whimper breathlessly.

Bob seems pleased with your reaction as he continues his ministrations, now kitten licking at your clit. You can feel the cool edges of his glasses hitting your lower stomach and your whole body feels alight with need for the man in front of you. He moves his tongue down to your entrance and dips it in slightly, his nose nudging at your clit. You moan out at the contact, spurring him on further. Bob’s tongue is fucking in and out of you, each time his nose brushes against your clit making you even weaker beneath his touch. Your hands are curled tight in his hair as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

“Fuck don’t stop, please Robby.”

Bob looks up at you from his position on his knees making you whine much louder than you should have. His hand moves down from its solid grip on your thigh to circle at you clit in tight circles. You’re moaning freely now, hips bucking up erratically. Bob can feel you’re close and he quickens his actions just enough to make you become even more high pitched as you reach you peak. Pleasure washes over you and Bob pulls his tongue away from you to watch you spasm.

“You taste so good darlin,” Bob whines, almost as breathless as you.

You can see your wetness around his mouth and his hard cock straining against his jeans.

“You’re incredible.” You simper, pulling Bob to his feet.

He pulls your lips together, making you moan at the taste of you on his tongue. Pulling away to look up at him, you finally rid yourself of your dress, pulling it up and over your head and dropping it to the floor beside you. You had forgone a bra whilst getting ready, so you stood bare in front of the still fully clothed Bob.

“God,” Bob groans, “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Robert! Your language is dreadful.” You giggle playfully.

He reaches for your hand and brings it down to his aching cock. It twitches beneath your palm which is significantly smaller than his,

“It’s just what you do to me.” He breathes into the side of your neck.

You pull away from him and turn around, making your way to the stairs that lead to your bedroom. Bob watches your figure retreat, focusing his eyes in on the way your hips sway and your ass moves as you walk. You turn your head to the side and beckon for him,

“You coming, Robby?”

Bob is hurriedly ridding himself of his sweater and jeans as he replies,

“Hopefully.”

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a/n: CHRISTMAS BOB MY LOVE!!!! there will be more christmas fics for sure bc i am a festive gal tbh. lew lew loml

this is low-key self indulgent af sorry HEHEH

pls comment and reblog or send me an ask and tell me what u think !!

ty for readinggggg :)

- honey <333

[imababblekat]

Scatter Brained

Anon request, "Hello! I saw that you had Bayverse TMNT asks up, and I really like your writing. I have a weirdly specific request. Can I get a Donnie X a Female S/O who is an anxious, plus-sized cinnamon roll having a confession and first kiss? If you feel more comfortable writing gender neutral readers I understand. I just happen to be female."

~xXx~

If there was one thing Donatello could clearly process, was that the gal beside him made his brain an absolute mess. A jumbled organ of scrambled thoughts and emotions. The worst part about it? She had not a single clue. Such as now as the two sat on a small, empty hill with a pretty view of one of New York’s parks in the middle of the night. With the still warm air of spring transitioning to summer and the glistening lights of city life backdropping this secret hang out spot, it made for a decently romantic set up. Something Donnie also couldn’t get out of his mind as he fidgeted about on his friends picnic cloth, fiddling with a grape juice box between his fingers.

“See, I told you a night picnic would be nice.”, (y,n) gleamed wiping away some of the sauce from some special sandwiches she made for this occasion.

With a gulp, the purple clad ninja was quick to advert his gaze from the view of her napkin dabbing at the corner of lovely plush lips, a dusting of pink coming to his cheeks.

“I-it is. Thanks for inviting me again.”

“Well, don’t thank me yet. We still have desert!”

Donnie reached out to hold open the lid to (y,n) woven basket, curiously peeking inside as she reached in to pull out the most delicious looking pie he’d ever seen.

“Made it myself with some help from April. Beautiful, no?”, (y,n) winked, holding up the prized possession.

With the way (y,n) sat forward, the light of the park street lamp seemed to create a sort of angelic ray that cascaded around her, making her appear even more impossibly gorgeous in Donnie’s eyes.

“Yeah, beautiful. . .”, Donnie murmured off, his gaze lost in the image of her.

While Donatello was fighting a losing battle with Cupid, (y,n) on the other hand was fighting a battle with her overthinking mind. It wasn’t new to her the feelings she harbored for the mutant terrapin, if she’d truly thought back on it, she’d admit to having had a crush on him from when they first met long ago. However, being the anxious person she naturally was, (y,n) feared that something was amidst their friendly relationship. Lately, Donatello had seemed far off whenever they would hang out. Somedays he’d be awfully quiet, others he’d seem very frantic. It was very worrying to (y,n), and after it became more apparent that Donnie was in fact acting differently around her, it was no surprise that her troubled mind was quick to jump to the worst conclusions.

Cheerful expression faltering, (y,n) lowered the cake into her lap, gaze drifting to the roundness of her folded knees. It was hard, but with a shaky breath, she spoke up.

“Hey, Don . . .can I, uhm, can I ask you something?”

The change in attitude was immediately noticed by said turtle, his brows knitting together in worry.

“Yeah, of course! Is everything alright?”, he cautiously asked.

(Y,N) set the cake aside as she adjusted the way she sat to be more comfortable before finding a plastic utensil to nervously fiddle with.

“I-I’m sure I’m just overthinking things, but did I do something to upset you?”

Her pained inquiry hit the tall terrapin like whiplash, confusion and concern just as evident in his voice as the expression on his face.

“What?”

A lump found it’s way into (y,n) throat as she quickly panicked as his single worded reply.

“It’s just, well, you’ve been acting really off whenever I’m around! You either hardly ever say anything, or you seem distressed. I’m worried that I did something to make you feel that way around me. D-did I say something bad? C-could it be that maybe. . .that maybe you find me. . .”

The saddened girls voice fell off into a quiet tremor, focus shifting to force back the prickling tears at the corners of her eyes as a life time of insecurities brought on by society came tumbling back. (Y,n) didn’t need to finish her sentence, for Donnie already knew what exactly it was her choked voice was alluding to. Knowing her for as long as he did, there were things she’d confided in him about. Things that he found blasphemous that anyone would treat such a lovely person as her in such a way just because her larger body size didn’t fit the manuscript society preached of.

“I-I’m sorry.”, (y,n) quietly sniffled, rubbing furiously at her blurring vision. “I-I don’t mean to be so dramatic.”

Donatello was never so quick then in that moment as he lurched forward from his sitting position to hold her smaller hands in his.

“Hey, hey, look at me.”

With a shaky breath (y,n) all but had to force herself to meet his softened gaze. His hazel eyes that she found so beautifully handsome radiated reassurance, and his tone and words were to match.

“You’ve done nothing to upset me (y,n). If anything, it’s me who should be apologizing to you.”

Now it was her turn to be confused, repeating Donnie’s early, “What?”

With a soft grin, the ninja turtle gently gave her soft hands a squeeze.

“All those times I was acting weird, well it was because of you, but not because I was mad or anything. Gosh, it’s just, you make me feel so nonsensical in the best of ways! I’ve always got my thoughts together, am always able to focus on anything I put my mind to. Yet, when you’re around, I can’t think straight. I either feel like I’m floating on cloud nine or like my heart is about to fly out of my chest. You’re such an incredible, kind, and lovely person. I always heard that true beauty is what’s on the inside, but you’re both. Absolutely beautiful inside and out.”

Heat radiated across (y,n)’s whole face, and just as Donnie had described what she’d do to him, her own heart was about make a great escape. All those nights imaging how this confrontation would turn out, she’d never imagine it going like this. It was always Donnie admitting his annoyance and disgust towards her, not the complete opposite that of which was a deeply heartfelt confession.

Her silence and agape mouth had Donnie feeling suddenly very nervous himself. With the realization of what he had just done wash over him, he let out a short cough, quickly releasing (y,n)’s warm hands and sitting back in his spot.

“I know that was probably a lot, sorry. To be honest, I’m not sure how much longer I could stay sane and not say something.”, Donnie sheepishly chucked.

There was a small moment of silence between the two, Donnie debating whether or not he should just tell (y,n) to forget he said anything and be doomed to a lifetime of an awkward friendship, when barely loud enough to be heard above a breeze, she muttered.

“Do. . .do you really mean all that?”

She had asked so shyly, peeking up from beaneth lovely lashes and even now, after having rubbed her face red to stop the flow of tears, Donatello thought she was the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen. With zero hesitation, Donnie nodded.

“All of it.”

A pause, and then a light giggle that (y,n) couldn’t help, her cheeks now crimson from being flustered as she tried to hide behind her hands but still peaked through spaced fingers.

“Wow, that’s, oh wow. Maybe being upfront isn’t as scary as I thought.”

At that, Donnie couldn’t help but let out a light laugh as well, gratefully taking a slice of pie (y,n) was quick to offer him. Shyness was a personality trait he had known her to be from day one, but it had never deterred him. If anything, it made her all that much more endearing to the tall ninja, especially in the rare times he’d seen her step bravely out of her comfort zone, just as he was about to experience in mere moments after taking a bite from her homemade pie.

Another fit of giggles had Donnie look questionaingly down to (y,n), swallowing the delicious treat with a raised brow.

“You’ve got a little. . .”, she grinned, pointing to a spot of cream on the corner of his lips.

“Oh? Did I get it?”, Donnie asked after unsuccessfully wiping at his cheek, the area he mistakeningly thought she’d pointed towards.

“Nope, not even close.”, (y,n) wistfully replied, slowly leaning up to close the distance between them.

Within agonizingly slow moments, Donatello felt the softness of (y,n) lips connect gingerly with his. It was sweet, slow, and filled him with warm elation. Pie long forgotten on the picnic blanket, Donnie reached forward to gingerly cup (y,n)’s rounded cheek, leaning down to melt further into the shared kiss. Donatello could solve just about anything thrown his way, but never had he calculated coming clean about his adoration for (y,n), and much less receiving a kiss that her normally timid self had initiated. But hey, what could he expect when she made him so scatter brained.

~xXx~

[lovelyo]

Colin Not That Much Better Fr

Colin is the lesser evil in this Poolin relationship imo, but he’s still pretty bad. Everyone says he’s this kind sweet cinnamon roll when he has barely showed any of that shit, do we all live in a different timeline? Colin barely has a personality when he had 2 seasons to establish at least a foundation. Season 1 he’s just eating and getting suckered by Marina(granted she had hella good reasons to do so). He was just there in the background with no personality. Even Gregory and Hyacinth showed more of a personality. Same with season 2. That Featherington plotline with the fraud cousin was ridiculous and he did it more out of pity than actually wanting to help.

All they do is tell us about Colin’s character. Mama Bridgerton, what shit are you chatting, how the hell is Colin caring?

If anything, we’ve seen this douche be selfish. Why the fuck did he go to Marina’s house unannounced? To get his own closure.

How is he running off to travel? By using Anthony’s dime to go and fuck around and buy gifts on that same dime.

Why is he barely close with his siblings? Cause he’s traveling without thinking of anyone else. No wonder when he occasionally writes letters to them they barely respond cause they even know their brother is full of hot shit.

What does he do when he sees the clear beef between Eloise and Penelope? Makes it about himself and invites Penelope to their house despite knowing Eloise wants nothing to do with the wench.

Why does he do a complete 180 and pine after Penelope Hilton? Don’t worry, the showrunners don’t even know. We can only deduce from his behavior that he started wanting Penelope after her “glow up”. What does that say about him?

Why doesn’t he want Penelope to be with Lord Debling? Well, it makes him feel sad and jealous. He seemingly doesn’t care that Penelope might have found a genuine man. It makes him feel like absolute shit so hence why they shouldn’t be together.

How caring 🙃

Colin is legit a selfish prick and the show is trying to put glitter all over his bullshit to make it look like gold. But hey, they do the same with Penelope. Such a befitting couple

[forever-rogue]

Basically Cinderella but with coffee orders instead of a glass slipper. Eddie trying to find who’s coffee he accidentally picked up so he can order it again because it’s really good and he has no idea what it’s called or what it even is. And bam. Fluff 🙌🏼.

AN | Based partially off my own mistake of grabbing someone’s else coffee and dreaming of a coffee shop meet cute 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie groaned as soon as he took the first treasured sip of his morning coffee. This was absolutely not what he had ordered. This was anything but the normal strong, bitter black coffee he got almost every morning from the local coffee shop. He rolled his eyes, annoyed at himself for not paying enough attention when he went to get his order from the counter. As soon as he’d heard his name called, he was on autopilot as he went and grabbed the first cup of coffee he saw. 

If he would have spent even a moment checking to make sure it was his order, he could have grabbed the right one. And yet….no. 

The coffee usually served as a wake-up, bringing him to some semblance of life in the early morning hours as he went to the autobody shop. His logic was that the stronger and more bitter it was, the harsher the wake-up call. But this…this was anything but. 

This was soft, sweet coffee, a smooth sip to it, enriched with the delicious aroma of warm, fall spices along with a dash of whipped cream and cinnamon on top. It was the exact opposite of everything he normally got. And the strangest part of it all? He really liked it. Whatever this strange coffee - if it could even be called that - was, it was delicious. 

Whoever ordered had the right idea of a morning treat. And Eddie Munson suddenly became determined to find whoever had ordered it so he could get the same thing again.

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You’d been in the restroom when your name was called; you’d heard the faint shout even through the door. A yawn escaped your lips, internally screaming for your morning coffee before your long shift at the hospital. It felt like you had just gotten off and then turned right around to go back. But when you got to the counter, you looked around for your coffee because you could tell within an instant that this wasn’t yours. 

“Excuse me?” you walked over to the till and gave the barista a small, nervous smile. If there was anything you hated in life, it was complaining about an order…or lack thereof. She offered up a small smile in return and your nerves loosened, “I think you called my name, but I don’t see my order on the counter.”

“Oh,” she looked over at the to-go cup sitting there and frowned, “oh. We had another customer come in right after you and he must have grabbed yours by mistake.”

“That makes sense,” you grinned sheepishly, “ahh, well that’s okay. Hopefully they’ll enjoy it as much as I do! I hate to ask you to make a new one, but can I buy another?”

“It’s not a problem,” she insisted, shaking her head as soon as she saw you pull out your wallet, “don’t worry about it - it’s on the house, it’s not your fault. Mistakes happen.”

“Thank you so much,” maybe this day wouldn’t be so bad after all. You’d experienced a bit of everyday magic in her kindness and you were still getting your special coffee. And hopefully, whoever had taken yours by mistake was enjoying it too.

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Eddie shopped up at the coffee shop bright and early the next morning. He was usually early, but this time he was even earlier. The sun had barely broken over the horizon, painting the sky pretty burnt oranges and golds, but he’d never felt so awake. He was determined to find the wonderful person that had dreamed up the coffee that ended up making his whole day better. 

His plan - or silly little dream rather - was to get his normal order and wait around to see who ordered anything that even remotely sounded like what he had yesterday. It was a long shot, surely, considering he didn’t know if the person came regularly, was from out of town, or…anything really. All he could do was hope and then if worse came to worst, he could try and order it himself and hope it was right. Or close…fuck, he’d even taken adjacent to.

But it didn’t appear to be his day. He watched a flock of customers come in and order and nothing sounded even remotely similar to what he’d had. A pretty, pouty little frown tugged down the corners of his mouth as he admitted defeat when it came time for him to leave for work. He’d try again tomorrow or some other day; but he was determined. And when Eddie Munson set his mind to something, he did it. 

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You were running late to work, but had just enough time to stop and get a cup of coffee and you were determined to do so. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t pay much attention to anything and almost ran into the man coming out of the shop at the same time you were walking in. 

“Oops,” you ducked out of the way so you wouldn’t get coffee splashed all over yourself, or him, “so sorry!”

You heard him hurriedly mumble something as he kept on his path but refused to look back. You shrugged him off before going to the counter to order your usual. Maybe the man was having a rough morning. Whatever it was, you weren’t going to let it talk away from your day.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eddie made it a point to go to the shop early every morning that week, but he came up short each day. He’d  heard so many interesting orders from hot chocolate to chai lattes, and something called an affogato, but nothing that he imagined would come close to the magic taste he now wanted to fill his mornings with. 

He was about to give up on hearing the exact order, but figured he could try to recreate it. Or maybe one of the hardworking baristas would know what he was talking about. It had been going on three weeks now and his hope had waned.

But as he dragged himself into the shop on another early morning, he was surprised to find someone else coming in at the same time. 

You.

The two of you had reached for the handle of the coffee shop at the same, both of you lost in your own thoughts. You pulled your hand away as if you had been burned; in reality you’d just felt nothing but eclectic sparks jolt through your flesh and bones. A small gasp escaped your lips as you looked up and found yourself staring into the prettiest, most honeyed brown eyes you’d ever seen. His cheeks had turned a pretty petal pink as he looked at you in surprise. He didn’t know what or who he’d been expecting, but he certainly wasn’t picturing you.

“I-umm…” you laughed nervously as you turned your gaze down to your feet. You couldn’t look at him anything longer; you were sure you’d melt into a puddle otherwise, “sorry. I wasn’t, ugh, wasn’t paying attention.”

“‘s okay,” oh. He really had to be that pretty and sound like that, didn’t he? The only consolation was that he appeared to be just as nervous as you. He smiled, a lovely thing of pure beauty, “definitely wasn’t paying attention either. Are you-”

“Can one of you just open the door and move?” an annoyed looking woman quickly interrupted the two of you, not even giving you a chance to answer before pushing you to the side and stomping. She scoffed as she barged in without so much as a second thought, causing both of you to separate. He held open the door for you and you padded in with a small thank you. Well. There went the  possibility of anything happening, of having a potentially totally cute little meet-up. Your heart panged slightly at the thought.

He was faster and queued up behind the lovely woman that had decided to force her way in and you stood behind him. If you’d had even a little bit of courage that early, chilly morning, you’d have said more to him, even tried to strike up a conversation. There was something magnetic about him, and you were drawn to him like a moth drawn to a flame, despite having exchanged less then twenty words.

You weren’t surprised to hear him order a simple black coffee; the predictability brought a smile to your face. When you stepped up to the counter, you found that it was your favorite barista, the one who’d memorized your order so you didn’t even have to tell her what you wanted; you made sure to give her a generous tip before walking to the other end of the counter to wait for your order. 

After a few minutes of skimming the newspaper for the day’s headlines, you heard your name being called along with Eddie. Eddie. That was the pretty boy’s name; you liked it - there was something about it that suited him perfectly. 

You walked up and reached for the warm cup…at the same time as Eddie. His fingers brushed over yours and you couldn’t help but grin at him. This time he pulled back and made a small sound of amusement, “we gotta stop meeting like this.”

“Wow,” you were full on giggling at this cheesy little joke, “that was terrible! But it’s early and obviously neither of us have had coffee yet so I’ll let it slide.”

“Thanks,” he shot you a cheeky little wink as he grabbed the coffee and took a sip. His brows knitted together in surprise when he came to the conclusion that he’d taken your coffee. You worried your bottom lip as you pushed the other cup towards him. When he didn’t take it and instead stared between you and the cup in his hand, you grew worried. He let out a small huff as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, “this is yours?”

“Well, it’s not yours, so it has to be mine…”

“Do you…is this what you normally get?” his heart was raging in his chest, and he swore it was going to burst through his ribcage. There was no way…no way that the pretty girl that had taken his breath and every sensible thought away could also be the one who dreamed up his new favorite coffee. He couldn’t get that lucky, right? Life wasn’t that fair, “the coffee?”

“Oh,” your face warmed up as you nodded shyly, “it is. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea - or coffee I guess - but I really like it. So it’s pretty much all I get these days. Especially in the winter.”

“No way,” he grinned and you couldn’t help but match it. An odd sensation of butterflies erupted in your tummy as you looked him over, “it’s really good. Like really good. I usually just get black and call it a day. But umm, I accidentally grabbed your coffee a few weeks ago. Not sure if you noticed…”

“Aha,” you bounced on your heels in excitement, “you’re the coffee thief! Of course I noticed! How could I not when you left your bitter black bean water in return!”

“Bitter black - it’s not that bad,” he protested lightly, but there was magic dancing behind his eyes, “I…wait, first - do you promise not to laugh?”

“Of course,” you took the coffee he held out to and pushed the other towards him.

“I started coming in early in the mornings to listen to people’s orders so I could try and figure out what it was and who came up with it,” his little confession had his a darker blush creeping up and his neck and cheeks and up to the tips of his ears, “that sounds so crazy when I say it like that.”

“Did you really?” you asked with big, sweet doe eyes that made him feel like his legs were turning to jelly. He nodded, his perfectly messy waves bouncing roguishly, “I don’t think that’s weird at all. That’s funny and…kind of sweet actually. Too bad we didn’t run into each other sooner and you could have been enjoying your own already.”

“Does that mean you’ll share your secret recipe with me?” he teased as you pretended to mull over it for a moment. He really, really liked your smile. He knew that much already,, “I’ll make it worth your while…somehow, promise.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” you crooked your finger to beckon him to lean in, which he did so without hesitation, “it’s not a secret at all. I can write it down if you’d like.”

“Or…you could tell me and I’ll try to memorize it and maybe we’ll be lucky enough to run into each other and you can correct me if I’m wrong?” he had a sweet, dopey smile on his face that you knew you couldn’t say no. 

“Yeah,” you agreed softly, “I can do that. C’mere.”

You pulled him over to one of the tables and sat down with him settling across from you, “tell me then, mystery coffee girl, what’s the recipe.”

“Blonde roast espresso with a heavy hand of cream, some pumpkin puree, pumpkin pie spice, sugar, and topped with whipped cream and cinnamon,” you explained and it was almost too funny to see his face shift from one emotion to the next as he tried to process everything. Half of what you had said went over his head, but he didn’t care; he already decided that he could listen to you explain it a hundred times over and he’d still intently listen, “don’t give me that look, coffee thief! It might be weird, but apparently you liked it so you don’t get to judge.”

“Not judging at all,” he promised as he crossed his heart, “it’s like magic. I thought I was destined to drink coffee black for all eternity and you have proved me wrong.”

“Glad to hear it,” you grinned, glancing at your watch before sighing lightly. You looked at him and those pretty brown eyes and frowned, “as much as I would like to stay, I have to get to work at the hospital.”

“I should get going too…” neither of you moved quickly to leave, both of you wanting to stay, “I, ummm…see you tomorrow maybe?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’ll be here. See you tomorrow, Eddie.”

“See you tomorrow,” he held his hand up in a small wave as he watched you go. When you turned around to give him a little smile and wave, his heart skipped a few beats and he suddenly felt breathless. 

Maybe early mornings weren’t so bad after all. Maybe sweet coffee was better than the bitter black bean water he’d been drinking all these years. He wasn’t positive just yet, but he was more than willing to find out.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re up early,” you padded into the kitchen, rubbing the last bits of sleep from your eyes as you stifled a yawn. A soft chuckle met your ears before a strong pair of hands settled on your hips, “something smells delicious.”

“Coffee,” he grinned as you sighed contentedly, “good morning, angel.”

“Good morning, honey boy,” you pulled him in for a hug and burrowed your face into his chest. His familiar, warm smell enveloped you, causing you to lazily press kisses along his shoulder, “come back to bed, ‘s so early, it’s still dark. Pretty please with cherries on top?"

"I don't know," he teased as you pressed yourself into him, melding into his body as much as possible, "what's in it for me, coffee girl?"

"Cuddles," you promised; you could practically feel the laugh vibrating in his chest, "kisses, inappropriate touching…andddd I'll make our special coffee later."

"Say less," he tapped your hips and you jumped up, clinging to him like a koala as he picked you up and walked back towards the bedroom, "you had me at inappropriate touching."

"Eddie!" you chided although there was no malice behind your words. He pulled back so he could look at you, melting at your still sleepy little smile, "I love you, coffee thief."

"I love you too," he grinned, "best mistake of my life, baby."

“Wasn’t a mistake,” you trailed a few soft kisses along his jaw, “it was destiny!”

“Well,” he snorted in amusement, his eyes growing soft, “I’m glad destiny worked out.”

[spacemanxpaninis]

I’ve thought about this a lot & sometime over the years here made this post, but it was on a blog that got deleted so I’m doing it again! I always think about what D&D class the Stalag 13 crew would play as & maybe someday will write a full fic of them playing but for now here we go!

The Hogan’s Heroes Cast’s DnD Characters

Hogan- Human fighter, no need to worry about all that fancy stuff. Almost went paladin but he’s not out for the glory or exactly in the market to become the party tank. Still pulls risky moves to save the others, though.

Newkirk- Elf rogue one hundred percent. He considers being a bard but just goes with a rogue really good at disguises so he can break into places for the party instead of having to worry about giving inspiration at the right time.

Carter- Knows more than anything he wants to be a wizard to be able to cast fireball, but isn’t sure what race he wants to be until he learns he can also be a literal fire genasi. Somebody stop him. Except don’t actually, his character usually ends up doing the most damage. Boom!

Kinch- Goes for artificer and the others end up envying his armor and subsequently amazing AC. Plays a gnome and has fun doing a voice for his character. He and Carter are the only ones that take the roleplay that seriously unless an attractive NPC comes along. His character should be the tank but all the others always rush in first so it’s more like cleaning up their mess.

Lebeau- The others insist he play a halfling and after chewing them out he goes elf instead just to prove a point. Goes for cleric so they’ll have some healing, duh! His character acts like the others are unrefined, but occasionally turns around and goes absolutely feral in battle.

Klink- Thinks his character is going to be the smooth one like Newkirk isn’t sitting right there. Makes a Tiefling Rogue based on the ‘handsome devil’ concept but doesn’t build/play him that stealthy, trying for a more swashbuckling approach. It doesn’t usually work.

Schultz- Has no idea what he’s doing, accidentally creates the party cinnamon roll everyone wants to protect because he’s the nicest to the NPCs out of fear. Thinks being a wizard sounds fun so his character is a little halfling in the classic pointy, starred wizard hat. Halfling because he’s tired of the size jokes, thank you very much!

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Minghao 9 and squirting please

Minghao x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1731

Contents: fingering, squirting

“Now be a doll and clean these off for me.”

Cinnamon rolls.

All you wanted was a tasty treat. And it would have been rude to bring one home for yourself and not for your boyfriend. So of course you got two and of course you sat to eat them together at your little dining table that was wedged into the corner of the small, cozy kitchen.

But now Minghao had bits of glaze and sugar and cinnamon on his fingertips so he was slipping them between his lips to capture the very last of the sweetness. The small gift you’d brought him. And your eyes were glued on the image of his long pretty fingers as he sucked them clean and you felt telltale shivers running down your spine.

Cinnamon rolls were going to be your undoing today.

“Are you alright, love?” Minghao’s voice drew you from your reverie, your mind almost too distracted to notice the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“Of course,” you smiled at him. “Just a little tired.”

Minghao hummed in response as he got up from the table. He took the plates, placing a kiss on your forehead before taking them to the sink. You took a silent, deep breath to yourself before getting up to follow him.

Minghao hummed softly to himself while cleaning off the dishes. “Thank you for such a sweet treat, love.”

“Of course,” You responded, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face against him. You breathed in his scent, trying to ground yourself and pull your mind away from his beautiful long fingers and how absolutely heavenly they felt-

“Love?”

“Hmm?” Minghao’s voice brought you back to reality once again.

“I asked if you wanted to watch a movie.” He chuckled. “But you seem a little tired today.”

“Ah, yes,” You responded. Perhaps you’d get an easy out after all. “I am kind of sleepy.”

“Mmm,” He hummed thoughtfully. “Shall we just lay down then?”

You peeked around his shoulder and caught his eye. “Please?”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Of course, love.”

You felt a sense of pride in your ability to so easily slip through the cinnamon bun incident with Minghao none the wiser. He was so observant it was hard to get anything past him but you truly must have been getting better at it. You took some pride in yourself for it as Minghao took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and leading you to the bedroom.

While you settled into the soft pillows he closed the curtains, blocking out the late afternoon sun. Your eyes followed him and the movements of his hands, always so gentle and elegant as he turned on the small speaker on the dresser and put on some soft music for you to relax to. Your heart melted at how sweet he was and it almost made you feel bad for lying about being so tired.

Still, you wouldn’t pass up cuddling with him and perhaps drifting off into a dream about him and his wonderful fingers.

Minghao climbed into bed behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. A shiver went down your spine at the soft kisses he pressed to your neck before nuzzling his nose against you. You felt his fingertip run along your arms, raising goosebumps as they moved lazily.

“Get some rest, love.” He hummed.

“Mhm.” You kept your response short while you tried to relax. Minghao left absentminded touches up and down your arm. Then he moved his fingers along your side, from your waist down your hip to your thigh and back again. Around you, along your stomach and up to your sternum, making your breath hitch.

“You okay, love?” His voice was warm and velvety and was he teasing you?

“Yeah.” You sighed. “Don’t worry, hun.”

He hummed in acknowledgement and his fingers continued their ministrations. Your ability to think about anything other than his fingers was dwindling. His touch was so simple but it was leaving goosebumps all over your skin and drawing warmth to the surface. The image of him sucking the sugar off his fingers was still fresh in your mind and it had heat pooling in your core. You shifted ever slightly, pressing back against him and letting out a soft sigh.

Minghao’s fingers changed direction, dragging up the middle of your stomach and then trailing over your throat, making your breath hitch. He suddenly gripped your chin firmly and shifted, lips resting near your ear.

“How long is it going to take you to ask me for what you want, darling?”

“I-I” Your mouth went dry. So he had noticed.

Perhaps you weren’t as slick as you thought.

“I didn’t think you noticed.” You mumbled.

“When do I ever miss anything when it comes to you?” He questioned. “The way your eyes were watching me. Your pretty, dazed expression. The way your breath keeps-” He drew his fingers back down over your throat. “Hitching.” They continued slowly down your body until they found the waist of your shorts. “The way your hips were just moving. You’re too obvious.”

“It’s not for lack of trying.” You offered. 

“You should try a little harder then.” He chuckled. “What do you want, darling?”

“Can you touch me?” You hummed.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re so unspecific. Haven’t I been doing that?”

“Don’t you know what I mean?” You countered.

“Should I when I haven’t told me?”

“Hm, maybe you’re not that observant.” You said.

Whether he just wasn’t in the mood to tease much or whether he was simply falling for the challenge you didn’t know, though you suspected the former. Either way, his fingers slipped into your shorts and panties. You let out a gasp at the sudden sensation as he dragged his fingers through your folds, gathering your arousal.

“Clearly, this is what you’re wanting.” He said.

“If it was so clear, you should have-” The last words of your sentence got lost in a moan as he pressed a finger into your core in one smooth movement before pulling it all the way out. 

“I’m so nice to you and you’re so mouthy today.” He tutted, pressing a finger in deeply again before once again pulling it all the way out. “How rude.”

“I’m-” Another moan took the place of your words as he pressed two fingers into your core and started pumping and curling them at a quick pace. You pressed your legs further open for him as moans and curses fell from your lips and your eyes fell closed. All the thinking about his fingers had you so worked up already the real thing was dizzying.

“Nothing more to say, darling?” He cooed, clearly enjoying your reaction. 

“Good,” You chose a simple reaction. Minghao chuckled at that, curling his fingers into the spot that had your eyes rolling back and a moan tumbling from your lips.

“And all I get is one word,” He murmured. “I feel like I deserve more than that.” He moved just a little faster, sending pleasure rushing through your body from your core. You hips started to follow the movements of his fingers as he moved them just the way you liked. You pressed back into him, his other hand coming up under your shirt, finding one of your nipples.

“So good.” You moaned, admittedly being troublesome. A grin tugged at your lips for a few seconds before his thumb came to your clit and started rubbing it roughly. You felt the tightening of your body as your release started to build. Minghao’s lips trailed kisses and love bites over your shoulder and up your neck as his fingers worked expertly.

“You’re testing me.” He warned. It wasn’t much of a threat though. If he didn’t want to indulge you he simply would not have started this. You knew deep down he was already invested and if the feeling of him pressing against you was any indication, your moans were not without their own effect.

“I br-brought you a treat.” Even stumbling over your words from the movements of his fingers you still managed to make your point. “I’m such a g-good- mm- partner.”

Minghao nipped at your ear while pinching your nipple a little harder, drawing a gasp from your lips and sending more pleasure rushing through you.

“That’s not what I meant.” He purred.

“Then b-be be-” You couldn’t finish your thought with the way his fingers were moving inside you, his thumb giving your clit just the right amount of pressure. It had your eyes rolling back and a moan falling from your throat as you clenched hard around his fingers, head spinning from how good you were feeling.

“Then what, darling?”

“Then- Th-Th” He knew how close he had brought you when your words were failing you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips bucking into his hand as you chased the heavenly sensations, feeling the coil in your core curling tight. His lips on your neck, his fingers toying with your nipple and sunk deep in your cunt had his name falling off your lips between moans.

“Not the answer I was looking for.” He murmured. “But it’ll do. Cum for me, darling.”

He did just as he told you, coming undone with a cry and trembling legs and fingers digging into the sheets while your release crashed over you in a wave. A warm gush of liquid rushed over his fingers, soaking into your panties and dripping down his wrist. Pure bliss spread to the tips of your fingers as you panted and rode out your high on his fingers. He kept moving until sure you were completely satisfied, body trembling and trying to catch your breath as you relaxed back into him.

A whimper left your lips as he pulled his fingers from your leaking cunt. He shifted back, letting you roll back onto the bed. Your eyes fluttered open to look at him and your lips parted to speak but before a word could make it out his soft smile turned to a smirk as he stuffed his fingers in your mouth. You let out a muffled whine but he hushed you. 

“Now be a doll and clean these off for me.” He purred. “And then I’ll give you something else to keep that pretty little mouth busy.”

[was-theoretically-theo]

Twenty questions that he has to answer.

How is your sleep schedule like? Don't mess with Theodore's. I annoyed him for a year about it and finally he got it right. Tho I am sure he got it right because of someone else. (Aka you) 😏

What are your friends like? Explain in brief. Treat this like a three marks question.

What is your ideal way to spend weekends? Will you take Theodore to museums or not? Will you stay in and cancel your plans if Theodore doesn't feel like going? Without blaming him?

Do you know your love language? Do you know how to convey it? (You don't have to tell me what it is just say yes or no)

What's your favourite thing about dating my best friend? Treat this like a three marks question too.

What are some things you and him have in common?

Will you give all your chocolates to him if he asks?

What's your favourite movie?

Favourite way to relax?

Will you say sorry after an argument even if it wasn't exactly your fault? I believe that saying sorry doesn't mean that you are wrong it just means that you care enough to keep your ego aside and take accountability.

Do you like Spiderman/Percy Jackson? (Very important question)

Hobbies?

Any new hobbies you want to pick up?

Will you read a book just because it is Theodore's favourite?

Favourite poet, if any?

Will you get Theodore roses?

Will you help/ask whether you can help Theodore with his chores without him having to ask you?

Extroverted or introverted?

Most played song on your playlist?

If you could master any instrument than which one?

That's it. I guess. Hope you have a wonderful day, take care of yourself and him. Also, nice to meet you, I am Eleanor. Theodore is my best friend, I am his casual friend. I am from India. Eleanor is not my real name but that is what you can refer to me, for now. Any queries? Message me. Take care of my best friend for me. Give him hugs from my side. Time to time, lots of hugs. Theodore, give him a handshake from my side. Thank you.

passing the phone to him

Shalom!! Eleanor (can I call you Ellie?  Oo or even Elea ~pronounced Ella??~ if not that’s groovy too)

I’m very excited I’ve heard lots about you! All good don’t worry babes)

I try to sleep about seven hours a night but sometimes I sleep 8 but I couldn’t do anything less unless absolutely necessary I physically could not lose a day of beauty rest of it would ruin me

Friends….all pretty diverse actually and there are several different personalities.. I’ll give you my ride or dies so okay we All went to an alternative school not because we had disciplinary problems but because we had different problems that made normal schools challenging. Like I for example have dyslexia and ADD. Anyway my best friends and I sorta bonded over this and I’ve been friends with Elton since grade five and we still keep in touch even now but he decided to go to college and I did not he’s a literal fashion icon and the sweetest smartest cinnamon roll you could meet but if he’s not doing his work you need to get on him because he procrastinates like crazy. So now we only see each other on weekends. Kaleb on the other hand went overseas and we FaceTime every morning except Sundays because of church and she’s really into anime and I can’t tell you much about that stuff except the seven deadly sins is better than demon slayer and bleach is something Kaleb rewatchs every few weeks so you best expect that it’s going to be playing when you visit but my life really doesn’t have interesting drama thank goodness. (No offence starshine👀)

I love to spend my weekends exploring I used to hike a lot but Arc is not a fan of the outdoors though we’ve found he has a knack for gardening and does very good on the family farm he just really doesn’t see the point and I don’t really blame him I suppose it’s not for everyone and I know Arc is more of a moon person. Yes actually we do go to museums and no I wouldn’t ever get mad at him for that we all have our off days

Yes and yes but ours is not the same so it’s good to keep of communication in our relationship so we stay afloat. We really haven’t had any problems though as words of affirmation is something Arc is good at unknowingly because of his poetry addiction and I’ve always been a really touchy person

My favorite thing about dating Arc is his ability to express himself though body language for example we’re at a party I don’t have a ask in front of everyone if he’s tired from all the human interaction he just shows it with expressions or posture..or whatever he chooses to convey but I never have to ask. This can be a problem on the small occasion that I can’t see him because I cannot rely on him to tell me because I usually know.

We’re people pleasers and that’s one of things we sorta bonded over when we first met we feel horrible égéen if the thing wasn’t our problem or responsibility because it made whoever upset. We don’t have very good people skills I’m overbearing and him not enough which has lead a lot of people to sorta stay away unless of course you’re also like us. I’ve found that we both share an appreciation of art mine is more in fashion design and makeup while his is writing and visual sorta stuff

Without hesitation(I’m not a huge fan of chocolate)

Geek charming (I’m not sorry)

Meditation.

Yes because I will feel bad for making him upset though he’s probably right anyway as he’s more logical than me…but one cannot always choose mind over morals so maybe I might be right on the off occasion

Not really l…sorry..but I think wonder woman is cool if that’s the same fandom? 

Crocheting, sewing, working out, and I love to sing but I’m not very good at it despite what Arc says but I do want to get into photography 

I would if he asked me but I don’t really read them because he likes to tell me about them and I love hearing about them…he also probably wound be very happy at my reading for him because he knows reading is a struggle for me

Oh this is a good one! Probably the Edgar guy I like when Arc recites them especially Anabel Lee

No because he prefers Aster white aster to be exact..

Of course! Most our chores are mutual so we don’t have it set on who does what but if he’s doing something I’d definitely help him finish whatever it is

Extroverted

Teenage dirtbag by weetus I honestly have no Idea how I’m not tied of it yet and a close second is  in this shirt by the irrépressibles which I listen to while designing 

Definitely guitar it’s just so pretty but Theodore might get me into piano he plays like a dream

I do Hope your next three days go spectacularly well and this was really fun I definitely might consider this app or the website at the very least thank you.

[asshlyyyy]

You Get Bit (Hacketter Headcanons)

While this is not what I wanted to originally have posted today, it still turned out well. It is something for everyone who wants to read about their favorite counselor. My personal favorite for this headcanon is Jacob. 

A little spoiler... I am currently writing a Jacob one shot which will be out in a couple days time for all my people who love Jacob.

Masterlist

warnings: swearing

Abigail:

"I- oh my- I- Can you walk?"

"I can try-"

"You know what- um- I will go get help"

She would then run off to get help

She would be by your side the entire time

Well, that is until you turned

She wouldn't be able to believe her eyes

Her beloved Y/n, once human, now turned into a monster

She would try to keep herself calm by drawing you

Kaitlyn:

Immediate mom mode would come out

She would tend to your wound, but in the end, it wasn't enough... and clearly did nothing

She would try her best to keep you distracted so that you, and mostly her, wouldn't think about what's to come

Would raise her voice at anyone who would come close to her or yourself

Would cry when you forced her to leave

Ulltimetly would complain to Dylan the whole way to the scrapyard

Dylan found it cute how much Kaitlyn was worried about you

When they returned and saw you were still there... but only in a different form

Her heart would break

Nick:

Nick is an absolute wreck

He's pacing around the room

"Do you need anything, love?"

"Do you feel any better?"

You found it cute how your cinnamon roll cared so much about you

Even in the face of danger, he wanted to make sure you were okay

Would lose his absolute shit when you change

He would be that person to believe that you wouldn't hurt him in that form

Boy was he wrong because you attacked him

While he ended up fine, he was more worried about you

Emma:

Wouldn't know it happened until Kaitlyn and Dylan told her

Would blame herself for leaving you alone

Would definitely try to go get you

She would cry in the shelter when it was just her and Abi

Abi would reassure Emma that you were okay

Of course, she wasn't going to believe it until she saw you herself

And she did... and not in the form she was used to

Her scream was loud, she couldn't believe what you turned into

Would definitely yell at you for scaring her when you turned back

Ryan:

After what happened with Nick he wouldn't know what to do

When you got bit he was frozen in his spot

"It's- it's um... it's going to be okay."

On one end he would want to stay with you

On the other hand, he would want to go with Laura to put an end to your suffering

Would ask Kaitlyn to find a place to keep you safe

Would have no trouble shooting Chris

After Silas dies he would rush Travis to get them back to the lodge

Dylan:

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck-"

"Dyl, stop freaking the fuck out,"

"We have to cut it off,"

"Cut off my fucking head??"

Due to the bite into your neck, you couldn't... cut... off... the... limb

"I don't know! I'm freaking the fuck out! What if you turn??"

"Just... stay away from me..."

Your eyes would start to water

He would be full-on crying, but would still try to put on a tough act just for you

"I'm not leaving you,"

"I don't want to hurt you Dyl... p-please"

Would stay with you till the last possible moment

Jacob:

"Oh my god! Y/n!"

"I'm okay-"

"The fuck you are, look at your leg!"

Jacob wouldn't know what to do

He would most likely blame himself for you getting hurt

Just like Dylan, he would be freaking out more than you

Would one hundred percent think you're dying

Would also be full-on crying

"Jacob, please- just- you need to get me to the lodge"

"I-I-I-I-"

"Jacob, honey, I need you to take a breath."

Would carry you to the lodge

"Emma! Kaitlyn! Ryan! HELP!"

He would be close to having a full-blown panic attack

Once morning comes he would pull you into a hug and never let go

Laura:

When she saw you at the pool house, she froze

She expected you to be well and not bitten

After what happened with Max, and herself, she knew that no matter what she had to find Chris

She was indeed running out of time, and she didn't want you to suffer

She would play a tough act when she was around you

Would definitely have a small cry when she wasn't near you

You were her reasoning for wanting to do those ungodly things no teenager should have to

She knew that she didn't have to kill Silas in theory

You were saved

She was saved

Why bother?

Though, she went to do it knowing that you would've wanted her to

Max:

He wouldn't know what to do

He would try his best to try and save you but would have no idea how to

He would clean you up, but in the end, he wouldn't know what's to come

When you transformed, he couldn't believe his eyes

He didn't even know what you turned into

How would he be able to help when he didn't know what you were?

He would be more freaked out than you would've been

Would speak none stop about how worried he was about you

[wild-karrde]

One Step at a Time - Part 11

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A/N: HI HELLO I HAVE RETURNED WITH A NEW CHAPTER! This one's been in the works for a while, and I am SO VERY excited to finally share it. STRAP IN FOR AN EXORBITANT AMOUNT OF DOMESTIC FLUFF. As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this chapter for me and getting me so very excited to post it!!!!

Chapter Rating: T

Warnings: mention of domestic violence/abuse, language

Word Count: 8.4k words

Chuckles hardly slept that night, his mind swirling between worry that he’d forgotten something for the surprise party, or that Arni had figured out their plan. When he wasn’t worrying, images of dark curls, golden eyes, purple flushed cheeks, and the smell of cinnamon and vanilla haunted his dreams. 

Once he’d extricated himself from the desk, his goodbye to Endi had been cordial and brief enough. There had been a moment though where their eyes had lingered just a touch too long, and for a millisecond, he’d wondered if she wanted him to kiss her. 

Too fast. Too soon. 

He’d opted to squeeze her upper arm instead, which felt stupid in hindsight. In the moment, he’d left so quickly, he’d forgotten Arni’s gifts were still in her apartment. He’d sent her a message when he’d gotten back to the Starlight and realized, and she’d replied not to worry about it, that she’d have them ready for him tomorrow. 

You’re such an idiot. For so many reasons. 

The kids had only beaten him home by a little, and he’d worked up an excuse about needing to chat with Anj about the schedule next week to explain his absence. Arni had never questioned it, instead opting to regale him with their adventure from that day. Of course, they hadn’t found the mother tooka or her kits, but they’d still managed to find some very interesting insects and flowers, all of which Arni had documented in their journal in careful detail. 

After dinner, Arni went to shower, and Chuckles used that opportunity to fill Nita in on the plan for the following day. He had to shush her when she squealed with excitement about her designated position as Head of Decorations. 

“It’s gonna be so great and they’re gonna be so surprised,” she whispered loudly. 

“They absolutely are. Just make sure you don’t spill the beans before then, kiddo.” 

Nita pulled her fingers across her lips as though she was zipping them shut and then offered Chuckles her pinky, which he locked with his. 

Now, as the sun was just beginning to trickle in through the viewport, signaling the dawn of the next day, Chuckles could already hear the tiny Pantoran shifting around in the bunk. He’d figured she’d be up early from the excitement, and had to chew the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing when he heard her wake up Arni. The Twi’lek was muttering under their breath when they emerged from the shared bunk, readjusting their headgear as they trudged towards the kitchenette. Chuckles reached over for his commlink, firing off a quick message to Helly and receiving an almost instant response. He grinned. 

She may be just as excited as Nita. 

The little Pantoran was already bouncing at his elbow as he rolled over in his bunk. Her golden eyes were sparkling with excitement, and her grin was threatening to split her face in half. 

“They don’t suspect anything!” she whispered loudly. 

“Let’s keep it that way then. Helly’s on her way over, so you gotta keep it under wraps for just a little bit longer, ok?” 

Nita saluted him. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good, now go eat breakfast. It’s gonna be a busy day as soon as Arni and Helly leave.” 

Nita bounded off immediately, her trooper doll dangling at her side. Chuckles just managed to get a quick shower in and get dressed before there was an eager rap at the side hatch of the ship. He opened it hurriedly to find Helly standing there with a helmet and respirator in her arms, accompanied by Anj, who was also carrying a few tidbits of gear. Chuck shot the Nautolan an inquisitive look, and she shrugged. 

“GOOD MORNING CHUCKLES! I’VE COME BY TO DELIVER YOUR NEW GEAR FOR THE MINE!” Helly announced loudly.

“Maker alive Helly, tone it down or the kids are going to think they’re under attack,” Anj muttered with a smirk. 

The Rodian ducked her head shyly. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Just wanna sell it.” 

Chuckles stepped back, inviting them both inside the ship. Helly was practically vibrating as she handed him the gear. Anj set her box down, her dark eyes flitting about the ship, taking in the place Chuckles and the kids lived. 

“Nice place. Corellian?”

“Yeah. Got it for cheap,” Chuckles replied with a shrug. 

A dull thud in the corner made the three of them turn. Arni was trying to shyly shuffle past, and when all three sets of eyes turned on them, their cheeks flushed a dark blue. 

“S-sorry. I-I was just gonna get my sketchbook.”

“Arni, this is Helly and Anj. I work with them down at the mine.”

“Yeah! And we’re just stopping by to drop off some of his new gear!” Helly declared, still a little loudly. 

“What’s this about a sketchbook?” Anj asked gently, clearly trying to deflect some of Helly’s enthusiasm. 

Arni ducked their head bashfully. “I like to draw the plants and animals of the places we visit. It’s kind of like a science journal.” 

Anj crouched down. “That sounds very interesting. May I see it?” Her voice was softer than Chuckles had ever thought her capable of. 

The Twi’lek retrieved their sketchbook and satchel of colored pencils from their bunk, shyly handing it out to the tattooed Nautolan. Anj gave them a toothy smile before she started thumbing through the pages. 

“These are very good, Arni. You’ve got quite the eye for detail.”

It was so subtle that Chuckles almost missed it, but Arni’s spine straightened a little, their mouth twitching upwards at the corners. 

Anj paused on one page, pointing at the sketch of an orange flower with pink pistil and stamens. “This one’s gorgeous. Can’t say I’ve seen it around here before.” 

Chuckles immediately recognized the bloom, and his heart twisted in his chest as Arni’s expression fell slightly. “That was a flower on Sorgan. We used to live there.” 

“I see,” Anj said quietly, clearly understanding there was still lingering grief. “Have you sketched anything since you got here?” 

Arni nodded, stepping closer to flip forward a few pages. Anj grinned as she took in the sketches of the tooka they’d seen the first night they landed. When she turned the page again, Chuckles felt heat rush to his cheek as familiar golden eyes stared back at him from the sketchbook. 

“Ah, I recognize this one,” Anj said. “That’s an excellent likeness of Teacher Endi.”

“I’m just starting to try out portraits,” Arni admitted, their posture straightening further as a hint of pride tinged their voice. “I’m not great at proportions yet though.”

“Just takes practice, I’m sure,” Anj replied. She flipped another page to find the drawing of a small beetle. “Hey, Helly, don’t you have a specimen of this one in your collection?” she asked, giving Chuckles a subtle wink. 

Helly leaned over her shoulder. “You know, I think I might.” 

Just as Chuckles hoped, Arni took the bait. “You collect bugs?” 

“And flora as well. I do some sketching myself if you’d like to see.” 

“She’s being modest,” Anj teased. “Helly here has had a few of her drawings published in some very prestigious science journals.” 

Arni’s eyes were bugging out of their face in admiration. “Whoa.”

It was Helly’s turn to flush with pride. “I’d love to show you, if you’ve got some time. I’d also like to pick your brain on how you did the fur on that tooka drawing. I can never get it to look right.” 

“Right now?”

Helly nodded. “Today’s our day off, and I don’t have any plans. If it’s ok with your dad, of course.” 

“CAN I CHUCKLES?”

Even if they hadn’t been trying to pull off a surprise birthday party, there was no way Chuckles was going to tell Arni ‘no’, not with the way their eyes were lit up. It was the most excited he’d seen them in recent memory, maybe since Sorgan. 

“Absolutely, kid.” 

Arni could hardly contain their glee as they raced to the bunk to retrieve their boots and satchel. Chuckles leaned over to whisper to Helly. “Remember, no earlier than midday. That’ll give us enough time to get everything set up.” 

She winked at him with one of her large eyes. “You got it, boss.” 

“Ready?” Arni was already at Helly’s side. 

“Let’s go!” she giggled. 

The two of them practically raced out of the ship, chattering at one another about what types of bugs Helly liked to collect and what type of pencils Arni preferred for different techniques. When their excited voices finally faded in the distance, Anj straightened and grinned at Chuckles.

“That was easy enough.”

“I thought you were gonna meet us at the school house.” 

The Nautolan shrugged. “Thought it would be best to come along and help reign Helly in. Subtlety has never been her strong suit.” 

“Are they gone?” a small voice asked from behind them. Chuckles whirled around to find Nita peeking out from the kitchenette. 

“Yeah, honey, they’re gone,” Chuckles confirmed, but Nita was hardly paying attention to him. Her large golden eyes were firmly locked on Anj, taking her in. Anj didn’t seem to mind, returning to her crouched position. “And who might you be?” 

The little Pantoran edged forward. “Nita,” she said softly. “I like your tattoos.” 

Chuckles was flabbergasted. He’d never seen Nita be timid around anyone before. 

Anj didn’t seem to mind, chuckling. “They make me look tough so guys like your dad know I’m in charge.” She tossed another wink at Chuck. 

Nita approached her, and Anj leaned her arm closer to show off some of her more intricate ink. “Got that one done when I moved to this settlement,” she said, pointing at a series of squiggles that Chuck suddenly realized were meant to portray the plains of grass and rock formations that surrounded the settlement. It was a bit abstract for his taste, but still undeniably beautiful. Nita reached out to touch it, her tiny fingers tracing the lines dark lines that swirled over Anj’s grey skin.

“It’s really pretty.”

“I think so too.”

“Chuckles has a big tattoo on his back.”

“Does he now?” Anj raised an eyebrow at Chuck. “He never told me.”

“It’s one of the circuit boards in the ship he flew during the war. It’s very confusing, but still cool.” 

Anj grinned at her again. “Sometimes, those are the best ones.” 

Nita giggled for a moment before her eyes fell on one of Anj’s shortened tendrils. “What happened?” she asked quietly, pointing at the damage. 

Anj’s smile faltered slightly, but it didn’t slip from her face entirely. “Oh this? This was a lesson.”

“Did it hurt?”

“It did. Quite a bit, actually. But I learned from it, and will never let it happen again. It’s a good reminder to not repeat the same mistake twice.” 

Nita nodded, apparently satisfied with that answer. “I’m sorry you got hurt.” 

Anj’s grin warmed again. “Ah, don’t be, little one. It makes me look a little tougher anyway. Would you want to mess with a Nautolan that had some tendrils missing?” 

Nita returned her smile. “Definitely not. But you’re nice.” 

“Don’t tell anyone,” Anj whispered behind her hand conspiratorially. 

“I won’t,” Nita whispered loudly back. 

Anj pushed herself to her feet. “Right. Should we get to it then? I understand you’re in charge of the decor, and we must make sure you have enough time to create a masterpiece.” 

Nita’s face grew more serious, and she nodded firmly. “Let’s go then.” 

Anj bowed low, extending her arms towards the door as her tendrils dangled past her knees. “Lead the way, oh fearless Head of Decorations.” 

Nita squared her shoulders and marched out the hatch. Chuckles had to dig his teeth into his cheek to keep from bursting out laughing at her. 

“She’s a cutie,” Anj teased, nudging him with her shoulder. “It’s a wonder she doesn’t get away with everything.”

“Who says she doesn’t?” he snickered under his breath. 

— 

The walk to the schoolhouse was brief, but Chuckles was glad for the time with Anj. He hadn’t had much time to get to know her during working hours, but he’d felt an instant sense of camaraderie with her. A small part of him wondered if it was because she reminded him of Ry a little bit. Anj hung back and kept pace with him as Nita galloped ahead of the two of them, kicking up swirls of dust in her wake as she chased various insects or inspected weeds growing along the path. 

“You know, at first, I didn’t see the family resemblance,” the Nautolan joked. “But I think maybe I do now. She’s got your sense of humor.”

“I’d like to think hers is better.”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” she agreed. 

“So, you have any family out here?” Chuckles asked. “No offense, but I was surprised to find a Nautolan on a world that’s got so little water.”

Anj toed a rock with her boot. “No one blood related. Was orphaned as a kid and have been on my own since then. Ventured out on my fifteenth year and never really looked back.” She pulled her tendrils together over her shoulder. “But, I made family where I could. I think this is the most settled I’ve felt since I left Glee Anselm. Took me twenty years to find a place that felt like home, but here we are.” She widened her steps to lean over and nudge his shoulder with hers again. “I hope you can find the same here. I know it’s not exactly as glamorous as Coruscant or as green as Sorgan, but the people here are good. Mostly.” 

Chuckles was pretty sure the exceptions included the two human men on their crew, although he didn’t voice it. They’d kept their distance from him during the first week, and any interactions that were absolutely necessary were terse and to the point. He wasn’t about to make waves, but he did wonder what the root of the issue was. He imagined it was the fact that he was a clone, but wasn’t going to start pointing fingers without evidence. It could be they just didn’t like him, and that wasn’t anything new, but that opinion seemed to have been formed before he’d even opened his mouth or been given the opportunity to do anything. 

“I hope we can too,” Chuckles agreed. “The kids need to be settled.” 

“And you?”

“I’m a bit more adjustable to what life throws at me.” 

“Seems like life probably threw a lot at you,” Anj noted, her eyes focused on his scar. “Seems you’ve learned some lessons that hurt like hell too.” 

He tapped the scar. “Always wear your helmet while flying a Headhunter, and always check the eject handle before leaving the hangar.” He couldn’t stop his eyes from flicking to her shortened tendrils. “Your lesson was to tie those back when working, right? That’s why you do that before we go down in the mine.” 

“Actually, my lesson was don’t sleep with someone that responds to ‘no’s’ with knives,” Anj joked with a forced levity. Chuckles’s stomach wrenched at the thought, but Anj smiled at him. “But yeah, after doing that, I wasn’t about to get another one lopped off by mining equipment or caught somewhere and ripped off. It is one of the most painful thing a Nautolan can experience. Some don’t survive losing one.” 

Chuckles counted three shortened tendrils, and his throat felt suddenly tighter.

“Anj-”

“You’re not going to be able to think of the words to say, so don’t say anything,” she cut him off with a wave of her hand. “I don’t want pity. I learned. It was a hard lesson, but I know the warning signs and I know what I won’t accept from someone I love. I’ve found peace and someone…”

Her voice trailed off, but Chuckles instantly understood. 

“You walked over with Helly because you were already with her,” he said quietly. 

Anj’s eyes were fixed on the ground and her cheeks seemed to be flushed a darker shade of grey. Chuck almost giggled at how flustered the rugged Nautolan looked. “Keep it to yourself, yeah? It’s… it’s new. And I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea,” she whispered. 

“You got it.”

They walked in silence for a few more minutes, the only sounds the fluttering of the grasses in the breeze, their footsteps crunching against the rocks and dust, and Nita’s occasional excited exclamation. A gentle breeze fluttered through Chuck’s hair, and he tipped his face back, letting the sun warm his cheeks. 

Settled.

The word sounded nice to him. He’d almost felt that way on Sorgan, and maybe with time, he could have. He’d almost stopped looking over his shoulder when the Empire had arrived. But here, now, knowing that the clone army had been disbanded and he was allowed to just exist, it seemed like they had more of a chance. The community had embraced them for the most part, and it felt like as long as they kept Nita and Arni’s Force sensitivity secret, that maybe, just maybe, they could make this place their home, that they could feel settled. 

Glancing over at Anj, he could see a comfort in her that he craved for himself and the younglings. Her shoulders were relaxed, her eyes weren’t constantly checking for threats around them; she just was. She’d been through as much as he had, maybe even more, and yet here she stood, part of a community on a planet she arguably had no business being on. 

We could make this work.

“I know I’m a looker and all, but you’re staring, Chuck.”

Heat rushed to his face as he fought to recover. “Sorry. I just… I didn’t expect you to be so good around kids.” 

Anj shrugged one shoulder. “Had a younger sister back on Glee Anselm. About a decade separated us. She was an unexpected surprise for my family, but such a light.” Her eyes glistened slightly as she stared after Nita. Chuckles hadn’t missed her use of past tense, but opted not to press it. “She and Lola would have been great friends,” Anj said softly. “She was just as excited about life as that one.” 

“She’s something else,” Chuckles agreed. 

“Her parents?”

“Never knew ‘em. Same for Arni. They were alone, and so was I.” He sighed. “There’s a thing about clones and kids. When you’re training to be a soldier from the moment you come out of your tube, it’s hard. The trainers were rarely sympathetic, and the Kaminoans mostly viewed us as science experiments, so all we had were each other. The older we got, the more protective we grew of the younger cadets. I was one of the early gens, so I didn’t have many older brothers to look up to, but the ones that I did were the closest thing I had to family. When I saw those two, I saw my younger brothers, in need of a family and comfort when life had been hard. And if I’m honest, I needed them just as much. Just didn’t realize it at the time.” His chest was unexpectedly tight, and his voice cracked slightly. 

Anj was watching him. 

“Who’s staring now?” he joked. 

“Fair. I just guess I never thought about what growing up was like for you. Makes me feel like more of an ass for my jokes the first day.” 

“I always figured that was the point, to make us seem less than human so that we’d feel more expendable,” Chuckles replied. “It’s easy not to get invested in our lives when you know so little about us other than we were created to fight, that we were grown in tubes instead of wombs, that we age twice as fast as you. I’ve heard everything from theories that we don’t feel pain to theories that we’re experimental droids with flesh covering our gears. Hell, I’ve even had someone try to explain what sex was to me in a bar once because they figured I didn’t know anything other than how to be a soldier. Told him his mother seemed to think I knew what I was doing the night before. He didn’t take that well.” 

The joke landed, bringing the levity that he’d hoped for. Anj laughed quietly. 

“You’ve got a pretty pleasant disposition in spite of it all.”

“Didn’t always. But it was either adjust or put a fist through every natborn face that looked at me funny. Figured it would be better to just focus on the laughter, especially if I could get a giggle out of my brothers.” 

Anj opened her mouth to reply, but just then, Nita skidded to a halt in front of them, almost tripping Anj with her abrupt appearance. She held a lily out, its petals starting off white and changing to a green at the tips that resembled Anj’s tendrils. The stalk was yellowed and hard, and Chuckles wondered how anything that beautiful had managed to flourish in the dry plains of Lothal. 

“It’s kind of like you,” Nita noted. 

Very like her, Chuckles thought.

Anj crouched down next to her. “Oh, that’s far too pretty and delicate to be like me,” she joked softly. 

“You’re pretty too though. Just in a different way,” Nita countered. Standing on her tiptoes, she tucked the bloom’s stem into Anj’s tendrils such that the flower rested against her face. Something shifted in the Nautolan’s expression, and Chuck couldn’t be certain, but it seemed her dark eyes glistened more for a moment. 

“That’s a nice thing to say,” she said quietly. In a second, the emotion was gone, and one of Anj’s trademarks grins slid into place. “What say you and I race your dad the last little bit?” she asked. 

Nita returned her grin. “Let’s do it!”

“Right then.” Anj scooped the tiny Pantoran up, placing her on her shoulders. Chuckles was relieved that Nita didn’t need to be told to not hold onto Anj’s tendrils, instead resting her palms against her skull. “Last one there’s a tooka’s uncle!” Anj declared before taking off at a surprising pace. 

Chuck smiled to himself, jogging after them. 

Being a dad. Being settled. That all sounds nice.

—

The next few hours went by in the blink of an eye. Nita took her role of Head of Decorations very seriously, directing the small group of parents and children that had shown up without hesitation. She’d apparently decided Anj would be her second in command, and the Nautolan embraced the role without question, flawlessly carrying out Nita’s directives and ensuring her instructions were followed to a tee. They hung the paper chains and flowers in the classroom along with the lights and glass decorations. Endi had flung the back doors of the schoolhouse open, revealing the small yard that the children played in during their breaks, and the glass pieces made the sunlight dance across the walls of the small room in rainbows and refracted patterns. A table had been set up outside with the cupcakes Endi had baked and other snacks Chuckles assumed had been brought by some of the other families. His heart clenched at the thought. 

Settled.

There was a small rock garden at one end of the schoolyard, and Nita and her cohorts were planting paper flowers in the dust to give the illusion of an actual garden. Anj followed behind the tiny Pantoran with her massive arms full of the crafted blooms, the real one still tucked behind her ear. She dropped the flowers where Nita directed, and the other children scampered behind, pushing wire stems into the dirt. It didn’t take long for the garden to fully take shape, filled with such a variety of colors, Chuckles wasn’t sure Arni’s pencils could have captured them all. As Chuckles leaned against the doorway, watching the Nita and Anj performing their final inspections, he felt a soft hand rest on his shoulder. 

“She could lead an army,” Endi giggled quietly, her breath warm against Chuckles’s ear. 

“Oh, easily,” he agreed, leaning closer to whisper to her. The scent of her perfume inundated his senses, and his head swam slightly from how close she was standing to him. “She’d have given my captain a run for his credits. That is, if he didn’t willingly enlist under her.” He smiled to himself at the thought of Crater. 

He’d have loved her. 

Endi seemed to sense his wistfulness, gently slipping her hand around his bicep. “Come with me,” she said quietly. 

Chuckles allowed her to lead him back through the classroom and through the narrow doorway he knew led to her apartment. He ignored the heat rising in his cheeks as he crossed the threshold into her personal space. 

The dwelling was humble, but everywhere he looked, he saw traces of Endi. She’d done a wonderful job of making it hers, from the blue paint on the doors to the cream colored curtains that hung over the windows, fluttering in the morning breeze. He tried to take his boots off, afraid of tracking dust off, but she waved him off. 

“I’ve been going back and forth all day, so I’ll have to sweep anyway. Don’t worry about it.” 

The entrance of her apartment consisted of a narrow hall with a closet on one side and a wall on the other that had been covered with student art projects. Chuckles examined some of them as he passed before stepping into the kitchen. It was small, containing a refrigeration unit, a warmer, an oven, and a little bit of counter space. A small herb garden hung under the window, and a table and two chairs were pressed against one wall. The smell of chocolate still lingered in the air, along with the vanilla and spice scent Chuckles had come to associate with Endi. Down the hall, he noted a back door he assumed led out to behind the schoolyard, and another door that was closed. 

Her bedroom.

“I hope I wrapped these alright.” Endi’s voice drew Chuckles from his observations. He faced her, noting that she was gesturing at a small stack of presents on the kitchen table. It wasn’t hard to recognize the shape of the pencil and charcoal boxes he’d gotten the day before. Endi had wrapped them in plain brown paper, but the ribbons on it were a rainbow of colors, tied in delicate, intricate knots that made them really shine. Chuck’s throat tightened as he ran his finger along the curl of one of the bows. 

“They’re perfect. Much better than anything I could have done,” he said quietly, giving her a smile. 

She gave him a pleased grin, clapping her hands together. “I’m so glad.”

“What are the other boxes?”

“Anj and Helly both asked me to wrap theirs too. Said I could do a much better job. Helly got Arni some specimen collecting jars, and Anj got them another sketchbook, figuring they’d tear through more drawings with their new supplies.” Her fingers rested on another package. “I gave them a stone I found when I first moved here.” She giggled softly. “I hope they don’t mind me giving them a rock, but Arni’s got such a scientific mind, I assume they’ll know exactly what it is and if it’s a common specimen. I hope I didn’t give them the equivalent of dirt.” Her eyes met his. “It was sitting on the steps of the schoolhouse when I found it, glinting in the sun, but it felt like a sign I’d found my place. I hope you one day feel like this place is yours as well.” 

Chuckles’s mouth had gone completely dry, and his brain had forgotten every word he’d ever learned. Endi’s cheeks flushed that beautiful shade of purple that had been haunting his dreams. He grasped for the right thing to say and came up empty, floundering frantically in his mind. Endi’s mouth quirked up slightly at the corners, the flush in her cheeks deepening. 

“Endi, I-”

“THEY’RE COMING!!!” Nita burst through the door of the apartment, sweating and panting, but grinning triumphantly. Anj was close behind her. She grinned when she saw the two of them standing together. 

“Helly just sent me a comm. They’re heading over now. Probably got about five minutes.”

“Right, better get these out on the table then,” Endi said, handing Chuckles a few packages before gathering the rest in her arms and stepping out past Anj with Nita close on her heels. He couldn’t be certain, but he was fairly sure her voice was a little more strained and breathy than it had been a moment before. When he went to follow after her, Anj was still grinning, nudging him into the wall with her elbow as he passed. 

“What was that for?”

“Don’t know what you mean,” she teased, giving him a wink. 

Chuckles opened his mouth to protest further, but decided it was only fair that Anj know this about him since she’d entrusted him with her secret about Helly. Even if he wasn’t ready to take the next step with Endi, whatever that was.

Anj’s estimate was damn near spot on. They’d all just managed to get hidden when Helly’s excited voice began carrying into the room through the open door. Chuckles found himself squatting behind a row of desks with Endi and Anj. As Endi crouched down, she lost her balance and fell against him slightly. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her up. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. He was certain she was leaning into his touch slightly. 

“Of course,” he replied, glad they’d shut off the lights. His face felt as though it was on fire.

Anj snickered next to him. 

“I NEED TO STOP IN AND SEE TEACHER ENDI ABOUT SOMETHING REALLY QUICKLY. SHOULD ONLY TAKE A MINUTE,” Helly practically shouted. Chuckles heard Anj sigh in exasperation next to him, and he bumped her with his hip. She flicked him back in the forearm. 

Helly’s boots thudded against the steps, absolutely louder than normal, and a second later, she ushered Arni through the door. They looked around, their brows pinched in confusion. 

“Why are the lights-”

“SURPRISE!” 

Arni jolted with surprise as Endi threw the lights on and everyone erupted from their hiding places. Nita practically launched herself at the Twi’lek, and Arni just managed to stay on their feet as they caught her. Their eyes found Chuckles, and he felt as though his heart might burst out of his chest as he stepped forward to give them a hug. 

“How did you know?” Arni’s voice was muffled from where their face was buried in his chest. He rested a hand on top of their head. 

“A little bird named Nita told me,” he said quietly. “Why didn’t you?”

“You were busy,” they mumbled, still holding onto his waist. “Didn’t want to bother you.” 

Chuckles crouched down, resting his hands on their shoulders. “Arni, you are never a bother. Ever.” He noticed their cheeks were wet, and he cupped their face, brushing at the tears there. “You ok, kid? Is this alright?” 

They nodded hurriedly, assuaging his worries. “I’ve just never… I never really had a family to celebrate with. Had a few friends at… before. But it was always small.” Their eyes roved over the decorations and the presents and the table of cupcakes outside. “This is so much.”

“All for you, kid,” Chuck said, smiling. He wrapped his hand around the back of their head, pulling their foreheads together to touch. “You deserve all of this and more. Now, go have fun with your friends.” 

They giggled loudly, the deep laughter that came from their belly and broke into a guffaw. Chuckles had only heard them laugh like that a handful of times since they’d wound up together, and it warmed him from the inside out as Arni grabbed Nita’s hand and raced outside with the rest of the children. 

They get to be a kid now. Just as they should be.

“That was PERFECT!” Helly exclaimed, bounding up to him. “I was nervous they were starting to suspect something after the first hour, but then they started asking SO many questions, and it was just wonderful, and…” The Rodian’s chattering faded into the background as Chuckles’s eyes found Endi’s across the room. She was standing near the back wall, watching the scene quietly with a gentle smile gracing her features. 

Thank you, he mouthed at her. 

She dipped her head in acknowledgement.

Chuckles made his way around the room, thanking each of the parents that had volunteered their time or brought something to contribute. He couldn’t help sneaking peeks out at Arni and the kids, watching them run around the school yard together, most of them with chocolate frosting smeared across their faces in at least one place. 

Settled. Maybe. Just maybe. 

—

And so it went. 

The weeks stretched into a month. The weather began to shift, bringing with it cooler nights and shorter days. Chuckles had always liked milder seasons, preferring them to extreme heat or biting cold, and Lothal’s autumn promised to be just mild enough for his liking, the wind driving him to wear a jacket, but not stinging his cheeks as he walked to work in the mornings. 

With Grinz’s help, Chuckles was able to order clothes for Arni, Nita, and himself that were better suited for the cooler temperatures. They’d needed some alterations, and for that, he’d turned to Endi. Neither of them ever seemed to run out of things for the other to fix, Chuckles trading repairs for Endi’s craftsmanship or baking. While it was obvious to anyone with eyes or the biological equivalent what was happening between the two of them, they still hadn’t moved beyond lingering touches and shared glances that lasted just a half beat too long. 

“Hold still, or I’ll make a pin cushion out of you,” Endi tutted as she made adjustments to the hem of Chuck’s shirt, pulling a pin from between her teeth to hold the fabric in place. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled for what felt like the hundredth time. Standing still for long durations had never been a thing he was good at, and Endi’s fingers somehow continuing to find ways to brush against the skin of his back and stomach did little to make it easier. They’d opted to do the adjustments in the classroom since it had more room and a bit more lighting, and while it had only been about twenty minutes, it felt like Endi had scolded Chuckles plenty for squirming. It was never unkind though, only teasing. Now, an easy silence fell between them as Endi made the final adjustments before straightening and admiring her handiwork. 

“I think that’ll do. Let me have it back, and I should be able to get it finished by the end of the week.” She turned her back to him, replacing items into her sewing kit. “That color looks really nice on you, by the way.” 

Chuckles couldn’t stop himself from ducking his head at the compliment. His fingers fumbled with the buttons. Even though she’d turned around, he still wasn’t used to the thought of her standing there while he removed his shirt. He hurriedly pulled his other one back on before reaching over Endi’s shoulder to hand her the teal garment. She took it, meeting his gaze and smiling in the way that made his stomach flutter. 

“When’s a good time for me to come by and take a crack at your heating unit?” he asked. Endi’s heater had broken down at the beginning of the previous spring, and she’d been putting off having it fixed, but they’d agreed that repairing that would be adequate payment for the alterations to the Ayyshus’ new clothes. 

“Are you going to the festival tomorrow night?” she asked. 

Chuckles vaguely remembered Arni and Nita mentioning something about a festival the week prior. “Yeah, I think the kids were planning on going. I wasn’t sure I would, but I can swing by before you head out and see what I need on the unit. If that’s alright.”

She set the shirt down, crossing her arms and leaning back against her desk. “And why wouldn’t you come? The Harvest Festival is so much fun!” 

“Harvest Festival?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow. “This place has never struck me as a farm town. No crops to speak of.” 

Endi shrugged. “Lothal used to have a lot of agriculture, but the planetwide droughts kind of forced everyone to adjust. That doesn’t stop folks from hoping that the rains and greenery might return, and that one day, farming will be feasible again. Even still, it’s a good excuse to dance and get drunk,” she added with a wink. 

Chuckles tipped his head back and laughed at that. “Fair enough. Alright, what time do festivities start?” 

“Fireworks start just after sundown to kick things off, so maybe just a bit before then if you can swing it. Then we can walk over together. If you’d like.”

The invitation was very obviously there. Her eyes darted from his lips to his eyes, and Maker, it would be so easy to just let both of his hands rest on either side of her hips, to lean in and press his lips against hers. But the doubt lingered, the worries that this was a terrible idea, the concern that he was misreading things entirely. So Chuckles didn’t move closer, not yet. 

“I’d like that,” he agreed. 

Endi nodded, something flashing in her eyes that he couldn’t interpret before it disappeared. She sighed. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yup. Thanks again.”

“Anytime Chuckles.” 

He left, his feet carrying him home as he overanalyzed that moment, tugging on his mohawk nervously as his mind raced. 

Why not? Why wouldn’t you? 

So what if you’re wrong? She wouldn’t make you feel terrible about it. Just apologize and move on.

But what will the kids think?

He almost tripped on the Starlight’s ramp as he finally reached their home. Arni and Nita were already getting out leftovers from the night before, setting the table for and reheating the rice dish. Chuckles smiled. 

This had become a routine of sorts. There had been a few longer nights at the mine recently to meet Imperial quotas, and when he came home late, Arni and Nita had taken it upon themselves to have dinner ready. He’d never even had to ask; they just adjusted, doing what needed to be done. 

One step at a time. Almost settled. 

That wasn’t to say that everything had been smooth sailing. Chuckles had noticed the two younglings starting to bicker more, and after discussing it with Anj and Endi to get their opinions, they decided it might be time to move them out of the shared bunk since it seemed to be the root of the issue. Arni’s limbs were growing at a rate that Chuckles felt would rival his brothers in their growth tanks, and that seemed to lead to frequent disagreements about whose elbows and knees were allowed to go where. It wasn’t unusual for the two younglings to tumble out of the bunk in the mornings, already grumbling at one another in voices that would crescendo to a shouting match if Chuckles didn’t intervene. It had started to wear on him enough to where he’d finally snapped at them, and then immediately apologized. Still, it was a point of contention. 

It was Anj that had recommended converting the main cargo hold to a shared bedroom for the two of them, and Chuckles had been slowly working on sprucing it up the last few weeks. It was an easy secret to keep since Nita and Arni had collectively decided the hold was too creepy to play in their first months on Sorgan, and had since avoided it, keeping the door on the other side of the kitchenette that led to it firmly closed. But Chuckles was optimistic that the lights and strings of reflective stars he’d been hanging up after the two kids had gone to bed would chase any lingering fears away. At least he hoped so. Grinz had also found a pair of secondhand bunks through his network and was having them shipped in the following week. Chuckles still wasn’t sure how he’d get the kids out of the way to install those, but he was confident he could get Helly and Anj to help. Helly had managed to find some unique decorations to hang on the walls, some even coming from her personal collection, and in Chuck’s mind, the hold had started to have a more welcoming feel. The decorations on the walls made it feel less cold and sterile, and the strings of lights cast a warm light around the place, chasing any lingering shadows out of sight. 

Bedtime was a bit of a struggle that evening, with Nita accusing Arni of laying on top of her trooper doll and Arni grumbling that she left it everywhere, so it was bound to get laid on at some point. Chuckles managed to get them to at least come to a truce before they dozed off, collapsing into his own bunk and drifting off to sleep thinking of golden eyes, dark curls, and fingertips grazing his spine. 

Despite the disagreement the night before, the following morning, every hint of the previous night’s animosity had vanished, completely eclipsed by their excitement for the festival. Chuck wasn’t sure how Arni and Nita would manage to wait all day, and finally chased them outside to burn off some of their excess energy. 

After the kids left, he went through his morning routine on his days off, making himself a cup of caf and a quick breakfast as he scanned the newsfeeds. He’d periodically checked things on Sorgan, but at that point, had been almost afraid of what he’d read. Now, he found himself scanning for the names of his brothers or any mention of Force users, but he always seemed to come up empty. It didn’t stop him from hoping. Hope wasn’t something he’d had a lot of during the war, but here on Lothal, he’d felt it wedging itself in the crevices in his heart, taking root and blossoming. He hoped that they’d stay here. He hoped the kids would continue to find their place and be happy. He hoped he’d one day feel safe enough to relax. 

He almost could forget about the Empire and the Jedi at times, forget about the war and the fact that the three of them were all technically fugitives. That frightened him. Crater had always warned the 28th Wing that becoming complacent was when they were the least safe, so Chuckles did his best to remain vigilant. Still, as he sat there listening to Nita and Arni giggle and shout, for a moment, it was easy to pretend that everything was normal as he set the datapad aside and finished his caf. 

He found himself more focused on what to wear tonight, silly as it was. Whatever shirt he’d wear would likely get covered in oil and grease depending on how extensive the repair to Endi’s heating unit was, but her words echoed in his mind as he poked through his meager wardrobe. 

“That color looks really nice on you, by the way.” 

He selected one of the older shirts he had, one he’d traded for their first month on Sorgan. It was more sunbleached and worn, but it was comfortable and close to the color of the shirt Endi was altering for him. He hadn’t worn it in quite a while, and as he pulled it over his head, he caught a glimpse of himself in the ‘fresher mirror. 

His body had absolutely changed in the last month. The muscles that he’d allowed to grow softer on Sorgan were now more defined than they’d been in a long while, maybe since his training days. His shoulders and back in particular had hardened from the work in the mine, and he had a few new scars he’d garnered from bumping up against the rocky walls or having to crawl through a few narrow spaces. The soreness he’d experienced in the first week had long faded, leaving him feeling stronger than he’d been in a while and seemingly dissipating some of the pains that had lingered after his crash. The shirt felt looser as he pulled it on, rolling the sleeves to his forearms out of habit. The fabric hung in places where it had previously fit a little tighter, and now it fit his back and shoulders better. 

Chuckles examined his reflection further, leaning forward to run his fingers through his faded blue mohawk, and eyeing the dark roots that were beginning to show. 

Might be time to re-dye it. Maybe change the color. I’ll let the kids decide. 

It was trivial, he knew, but he was sad at the thought of covering the color Oksann had so carefully crafted with the kids. It felt like one of the last remnants of their time on Sorgan, one of the last things they’d done with Ry and Oks before they’d uprooted and run. He sighed. 

Our life is here now. And that’s good.

Ry would tell me I’m being an idiot anyway. 

He met his own brown eyes in the mirror, the ones he shared with his brothers. It almost felt as if the next thought came from Crater or Howzer or Two-Pint or any of the ones he was closest with that had offered him advice when it was needed. 

You’ll never be settled if you keep looking back.

—

“Yeah, you just need a new power coupler and heating core. Both pretty standard parts, I think. I’ll talk with Grinz tomorrow and see if he’s able to pull some strings and get them here before it gets too cold,” Chuck informed Endi, wiping the grease off his palms. He’d just crawled out from under the heating unit just outside the apartment’s back door, dusting himself off before Endi handed him a rag to clean off his hands. She stood in the doorway, leaning against it with one shoulder, smiling in that way that made Chuck’s heart flutter. 

“What do you think the parts will cost me?” she asked. 

He shrugged. “Not sure. When I was a soldier, everything was funded by the Republic, so cost really wasn’t an issue. I’ll see if I can barter a favor for Grinz if it’s too bad.” 

“You don’t have to do that, Chuckles.”

“I know, but I will anyway.” He gave her a grin, and he wasn’t certain, but it seemed she flushed a bit. 

“Well, come on in and get yourself cleaned up then. Can’t have you going to the festival with that grease smear on your chin.” 

Chuckles ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck to hide the heat in his face. Stepping back inside, he squeezed past Endi in the hall, making the way to her kitchen and running the water in her sink to better clean his hands. Glancing out the window, he noted the sun was almost fully below the horizon. 

Better hurry if we’re going to make the fireworks. 

“Here.” Endi appeared at his side, handing him a glass of ice water. He took it and drank greedily, some of the water sliding past the corner of his mouth and running down his chin and throat. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swiping at the trails of water that dipped below his shirt. He noted the way Endi’s eyes followed his fingers, her pupils seeming to widen slightly when he nudged the collar of his shirt aside to dab at the dribbles. 

“Sorry I’m such a sweaty, dusty mess,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I meant to try and keep myself clean, but I wanted to do that repair right. Or as right as I could right now.” He tugged nervously at his mohawk, trying not to think about how sweaty the roots felt. 

“And I appreciate that,” she replied, taking the empty glass back from him and setting it on her counter. Taking a dish towel from the edge of the sink, she dabbed at his chin. “There, now you’re a little more presentable.” Her eyes flicked to where his fingers were still woven into his hair. 

“That’s your nervous tell, isn’t it? When you tug like that?”

Chuck’s face felt as though it was on fire. “I suppose. I’ve always done it ever since I started wearing it like this, even before I started dyeing it.” 

Endi smiled. “Looks like you’re due for a touch-up soon. Grinz can get you about any color you want. Do you think you’ll change things up?”

Chuckles shrugged. “Not sure. I let the kids pick last time, and I’m a bit partial to it, but we’ll see.” 

Endi set the towel on the counter, stepping closer to Chuckles. He could smell her perfume again, although at this point, he wasn’t sure if it was perfume or just her. It was intoxicating, and he swallowed hard as she reached up to run her fingers through his fading mohawk. “I like the blue,” she said softly. “You should keep it.” Her fingers trailed through his hair, and he sucked in a sharp breath at her nearness. She’d touched him before of course, but it had always been innocent, either a hand resting on his arm or accidentally grazing his skin. This felt intentional, like a test to see how he’d respond. Endi’s eyes met his, gauging his reaction, her golden irises hopeful but hesitant. 

Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.

When he didn’t move, she allowed her fingertips to graze his cheek, tracing the scar at the corner of his mouth before her palm rested against the side of his face. He leaned into it, feeling her warmth against his skin. Her breath stuttered. The two of them stared at each other, clearly waiting to see what the other would do now that lines had been deliberately crossed. The only sounds Chuckles could hear was Endi’s breathing and his own blood pounding in his ears. He was frozen, unsure of what to do until she began to withdraw her hand.

He didn’t want her to stop touching him. 

He wanted her. 

Settled. You could be settled. Maybe with her.

Endi gave him a sheepish grin, opening her mouth to offer an apology, but she didn’t get a single word out. Chuckles crashed his lips against hers just as the festival’s first firework exploded outside the kitchen window.

A/N: Two-Pint is the fantastic @teletraan-meets-jarvis's creation and is introduced in her story "Pieces". If you love compelling Jedi and clone OCs, the Wolfpack, and general shenanigans combined with a delicious slow burn, then I highly recommend you check it out!

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[weirdandnerdyinlasvegas]

Dream House

Summary: Sometimes it is the smallest thing that matters.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Word Count: 700 (keepin' it short and sweet)

No physical description of reader. Reader is a teacher. Classroom chaos mentioned in passing. Lots of fluff. This is my second attempt at any sort of fic. I'm just proud I finished something. Go me!

The sky had held the promise of snow most of the day. The clouds were gray and thick, covering the entire sky. A wet, cold chill swirled around your legs, and you rushed to the truck to go home. Frankie had insisted that you take his truck to work that morning, worried that snow might start before you were home. Pulling carefully out of the parking lot at work, you head towards the home you and Frankie shared.

Just before you had been married, Frankie rushed into the too-small kitchen of your too-small apartment out of breath with excitement.

“It’s for sale,” he panted out.

Your eyes widened with disbelief. “Don’t tease, Francisco. It’s been a day. Tanner kept eating the playdough. Madison poured the glue all over the floor, then had a meltdown because there wasn’t any glue to put the snowflakes on her picture. And zero kids were listening during the morning meeting."

“Baby,” he gently cradles your face with both of his hands. “Baby, look at me. I drove past there on the way home from work, and there’s a sign. Out front. For sale. Look, I took a picture.” Frankie fumbled with his phone to show you the picture he had taken of the house. The house. THE house. A Victorian house on a quiet street that you had both fallen in love with on a walk through the neighborhood with Flynn, your Australian Shepherd. It was in need of a renovator's hand and a good landscaper, but the house still had an indescribable charm. It was on that walk that night, standing in front of this house, that you and Frankie started to dream about the future.

“It’s for sale." With shaking hands, you looked at the picture on Frankie’s phone. “I don’t know, Sweets. It's a bit more house than we need right now, and the renovations alone will be crazy." But you took one look at Frankie and knew that none of it mattered. It was your house, your home.

After you had closed on your dream house, it seemed like something new needed to be fixed or replaced every few weeks. That’s why, when you walked into the house to find Frankie leaning over the sink and his tool box on the counter, you assumed something else was going to need to be repaired. “Oh no, love. What broke now? Please tell me it wasn’t the faucet! I swear I installed it just like it showed on YouTube. I read the directions a million times."

Frankie chuckled. “No, no. This time, nothing broke. But I did install this.” He pointed to a thin brass hook sticking out from the wall just to the left of the window sill. Too low to hang a plant from and awkwardly placed on the stove for cooking utensils, you look at him confused.

“Remember when you were making cinnamon rolls and Nacho jumped up on the counter to sun himself in the window and almost knocked your wedding ring into the sink? And you almost had a heart attack?"

You nod your head slowly, remembering the lurching feeling in your stomach when your giant orange tiger cat hopped up onto the counter and then to the sill. Your ring fell into the sink and slowly circled the drain.

“I didn’t almost have a heart attack."

“Well, I almost did when you screamed like that. So I installed this little hook for you to hang your ring so Nacho doesn’t knock it down again. And I won’t have years taken off my life rushing down the not exactly safe stairs trying to make sure you weren’t being murdered in our kitchen."

You look at your husband with absolute adoration in your eyes. “Frankie,” you whispered as you threw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “Thank you, baby. This is so thoughtful."

“Anything for you, my love. Oh, and before I forget, the other faucet you installed in the powder room? Leaked and flooded the whole bathroom. We're going to have to replace it... again."

There were a million other renovation projects to be done in the house, but the simple brass hook gleaming in the warm light of the kitchen was by far your favorite addition.

[5eraphim]

the yandere mercs ranked from who is the most difficult to easiest to write for as an x reader writer-

(Note this isn't a ranking of least to most favorite, though obviously, that does impact my order.)

1. Soldier

Listen, I don't want to sound like I'm judging anyone here, but this is the one character I have the most difficulty understanding the appeal of. Not in a "he's just not my type" kind of way because I hardly feel that sort of thing holds me back when writing, I don't get the appeal, as in not only is he not my cup of tea, but I really don't quite understand how he is anyone's cup of tea or favorite of the group. (Again, I really don't want to sound harsh or meanspirited, but this guy is... something else, to put it gently.) But credit where it’s due, I think it’s cute he’s an animal lover, and just adopts feral animals, that’s pretty adorable of him.

2. Heavy

Only one spot above Soldier, but worlds easier to write for, in my opinion. Considering he's easily the most famous character in the franchise, I feel there's a greater scrutiny on my end to get his characterization right. It's really tough to find a balance between his silly/goofy side and serious side too. He's deceptively complex, and I could spend hours editing a piece for him and still not know if my characterization was entirely on the mark. In other words, he's fun to write for regarding short-term content, but when he's taking center stage, I have a lot of trouble finding inspiration.

3. Pyro

Unlike the other two, Pyro is either impossible to write for or effortless, with little middle ground. But, character-wise, they're certainly one of my favorites. I know it's a bit cliché, the killer on the outside, cinnamon roll on the inside trope, but that really doesn't diminish how well Pyro personifies this trope. And oh my gosh, something about their design sends my maternal instincts into overdrive. I don't know what it is, but their big googly eyes, cute little mumbles, childlike wonder, and bouncy chipper gait? He is baby, you cannot change my mind. Their design is absolutely my favorite, and  I don't think I'll ever get over how utterly precious they look! 

4. Demo

I'm putting Demo squarely in the middle of the list because, shamefully, I have yet to write much content for him. Don't get me wrong, I certainly see the appeal with this guy and all, character wise as well as aesthetically. But it's really more on me than him. Not much more to say other than it's about time I did right by Demo and got to work writing for him! 

5. Spy

I'm not sure how comfortable I am ranking Spy so highly. He's so mysterious and characterized as so intelligent and refined. It's really tough to get through the editing process without deleting everything because I fee like I’m not suave enough to write a character like this accurately. He's hard to start writing for, but once I get the ball rolling, it gets much easier, and there is nothing more pleasing than concluding the editing process after so much back-and-forth while editing, and feeling like I finally nailed down his character. Spy's challenging for sure but probably the most satisfying in turn.

6. Scout

To be perfectly candid, Spy and Scout's placements are pretty interchangeable, leaning comfortably on the side of easier rather than difficult to write for. But if I had to pick one thing that tips the scale ever so slightly in Scout’s favor, it would be how much fun I have writing his dialogue! He's a pretty straightforward character, too, so whatever my first draft of how I want to write his reactions and dynamic with the other mercs might be, it's usually what I wind up going for. He's a perfect inverse to Spy in this sense. Scout's easier to write for, and I could go on and on writing for him without worrying about burnout, while Spy is a character I find harder to characterize, but no character is as gratifying to write for once the editing is concluded.

7. Sniper

For purely selfish reasons, Sniper is so easy for me to write for almost entirely because he is the character I relate to the strongest. It's easy for me to get into the headspace of this reclusive, mild-mannered guy with abandonment issues because I see so much of myself in him, and it feels weirdly therapeutic to write for him? I don't know if I should be concerned about this, but it certainly helps the inspiration process! He’s honestly special, given his role as “the straight man” of the team, I hardly ever have trouble ensuring his character is distinguished from the rest of the team.

8. Medic

I adore writing for him with all my heart, oh my word. I've only gotten into the TF2 fandom for a few months now, but I definitely recall some very foggy memories from middle school looking at the TF2 cast as an outsider, and I instantly knew he was "the hot one." But hot may not be the right word exactly. (It is accurate, don't get me wrong, but it sells him a bit short, is what I mean.) He's just one of those rare characters you can tell is special merely by looking at him! He's so compelling and vibrant! The only hang-up/ hesitancy I have in regards to writing him is worrying if my writing is good enough to do such a show-stopping character justice. (Look, he's fictional- I get it, but still- I legit get so nervous publishing/editing my work which features him because I'm such an armature, and he just- Medic is a God and deserves nothing less than Tolstoy-tier prose.) 

9. Engineer

My beloved, my adored and most precious above all-  As I mentioned before, I've only just gotten into TF2, and I was astonished to find him become my favorite so fast! While some characters like Pyro, Scout, or Medic I remember liking back when I was in middle school and didn't know about the game itself, shamefully, I had no such memories pertaining to Engineer whatsoever! But I suppose it makes falling in love with this character feel all the more gratifying as an adult. His dynamic with the rest of the mercs is quite unique, and it's easy for me to write content for him without worrying if it sounds too similar to another character. It's so weird, but Engineer has this charm to him, and sometimes I feel like he's charming me as an author to so easily find inspiration writing for him. I will never get sick of this guy, and I can only hope this admiration shines through in my writing.

[avrablake]

Hi rainstorm

For blorbsday, do you have any character is just a little guy but the weight of the world is on their shoulders and they kinda carry it willingly because they feel they have to, it's just who they are? And if so please tell me about them.

Happy Blorbsday Mother Dearest. I have missed you. How are you?

As for your question…

*looks at all my guys*

Uh……this could sort of apply to all of them.

Nix is literally a little guy 😂 and he carries so much on his shoulders. Mostly problems of his own making but still he will sacrifice himself for others in a heartbeat if he thinks it will make him useful/good/worthwhile.

Gram is not a little guy but he carries everyone’s problems while hiding his own. He worries so much about everyone else and always tries to do what’s right.

Kai is a little guy at heart. He’s the absolute sweetest cinnamon roll and he carries all of Thea’s burdens 100% willingly. He takes one look at Nix and says “Ah yes another tortured soul. I will take care of him”. It’s just who he is.

Ryu. Oh Ryu. A little guy who really does carry the weight of the world in his shoulders. He has to fill his father’s shoes but he is too young and too kind and he can never measure up. But he has to try because the world is falling apart and he has a chance to do something about it. Somebody has to do something about it and he has so many ideas but it’s also so hard because he feels he can’t be himself and he can’t be who others want him to be and he doesn’t know who he is anymore. But he knows what he wants. He wants a better world where people don’t have to be like him. And so he does what he has to do.

[healeroflightanddark]

We Are Family, Chapter 4: Mom's Cooking Show

Yoko’s apple pie arrived at the house thirty minutes after the boys had dinner, just in time for the family’s nightly viewing of whatever show their mother was in. Today’s show was the season 5 premier of a live cooking competition where Yoko was one of the regular judges.

The five Sakaki boys gathered in the living room to eat their apple pie and watch the cooking competition. The pie, as usual, was absolutely delicious, and Yuto and Zarc began attempting to figure out the recipe like they always did.

“There’s definitely some cinnamon,” Yuto said. “I can taste it.”

“I dunno… I’m kinda getting a slightly nutty flavor with the cinnamon,” Zarc mused. “Maybe it’s nutmeg?”

“Maybe,” Yuto conceded. “I wish Mom would teach us the recipe though.”

“Shhhh!” Yuya shushed them. “Mom’s on!” He pointed at the TV where Yoko was giving her thoughts on an audition dish, some sushi.

“It reminds me of my son Yuto’s sushi,” Yoko said, tasting one of the rolls. “I saw you added seaweed to the rice while it was cooking!”

“Yes, I did,” the auditioning contestant said. Yoko nodded happily. “My son always adds seaweed to his sushi rice when he’s cooking it. It adds a wonderful umami flavor!”

“It sure does!” Yuto said proudly. The five Sakaki boys smiled when the auditioning contestant was accepted into the competition.

“I wonder if anyone will cook a steak for their audition?” Zarc mused. Meat was his favorite food, with steak being at the top of his list of favorite meats. Yuto’s favorite food was sushi, and he enjoyed the technical side of making it. Yugo, meanwhile, favored low effort street foods, his favorites being hot dogs and tacos. Yuri’s favorite food was anything made with the hot peppers he grew in his garden, and other plant-based foods made from his homegrown fruits, veggies, and herbs. He still liked meat, but he just preferred his own plants. Yuya’s favorite foods were popcorn and cotton candy, with cheeseburgers and pizza being close seconds.

Zarc’s wishes were granted, as an auditioning contestant announced that he would be cooking a steak for his audition. But things quickly went wrong. The auditioning contestant didn’t seem to be too skilled at cooking steaks.

“No, you’re cooking it too long!” Zarc groaned. “You’re ruining the steak, dammit!”

“Language!” Yuya chided, pouting at Zarc. Zarc ignored him. “It’s gonna be shoe leather at this rate! Get it off the stove, you’ve already cooked it for too long!”

Yoko’s fellow judges appeared to be having the same concern. “It’s overdone,” one of them murmured to the others, not loud enough for the auditioning contestant to hear. Yoko nodded in agreement, “I can just hear my oldest ranting about it. Zarc loves steak, and he hates it when a steak is overcooked.”

“Damn right I do!” Zarc said angrily. “That steak is RUINED! RUINED I TELLS YA!”

The auditioning contestant didn’t seem to notice, taking the steak off the heat only when it was a dried piece of leather. Yugo shook his head. “Even I can tell that his steak is inedible…”

“Mhm!” Yuri agreed, his mouth too full of pie to say anything else.

It seemed that the judges agreed, unable to even chew the leather steak. “This steak is inedible,” Yoko’s fellow female judge said. “You cooked it for too long.”

“I like a well done steak!” protested the auditioning contestant. Yoko shook her head. “There’s well done and then there’s shoe leather.”

Needless to say that contestant didn’t get a place in the competition. Zarc scowled in frustration. “Serves you right for ruining a perfectly good steak!” Yuya reached out and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Zarc! I’m sure at least one person will cook a decent steak!”

“I sure hope so,” Zarc said. “After seeing that ruined steak, I need to see a good steak now!”

[ulabewriting]

Harryo Duncan.

he/him.

TW : mention of bullying, (cuteness overload)! ! !

• "Ah, welcome back ! I was actually thinking about you ! ... Not like– wait, not like that– I was– like, I found a book you might like so, uh–"

• hides behind the shelves when people he doesn't know enter the library.

• the biggest studio ghibli fan. owns tons of goodies.

• always wearing dr. martens because he thinks it makes him look cool :) (still a cutie patootie)

• for the longest time, you thought his name was "Duncan" because that's what's on his little library card. When you two get close, he tells you his actual name— he plays nervously with the fabric of his shirt, a blushing mess when he whispers : ".....Harryo. My, uh... You can call me Harryo. I– I'd like it if you called me by my name. Please."

• gets along with Angela, the actual official librarian, his supervisor. They're very close. (he still calls her Mrs. Pierce, though.)

• addicted to cinnamon rolls. One day, you brought him some to thank him for all the help he gives you and he pretty much melted on the spot. You swear you saw him stare at the baked goods with stars in his eyes and honestly, he looked at you the same way the whole day too–

• talented violinist. He's very shy (no shit) about it though; you only learn about this when he invites you to his place for the first time. You see a violin in a corner of his room and suddenly, he's blushing again, rubbing his neck awkwardly and telling you about the numerous competitions he won when he was younger. He started playing when he was 9.

• 6'4 and all limbs, basically. You started calling him "slenderman" at some point and it always makes him grin like an idiot. <3

• despite being so tall, he feels very petite somehow? He's just so delicate and sweet, he's just– Must protect at all costs! ! !

• his body is always cold, especially his hands, no matter the weather and season. He gets a bit worried when you hold his hand for this reason; what if it's uncomfortable for you? what if HE makes you cold? When you hold his hand in yours though, he gets all flustered and cute.

• "Would you mind staying like that a little longer ? I like your warmth... a lot."

• so soft-spoken, it's insane.

• reads whenever he's free. He likes any kind of book but, his favorites will always be love stories and poetry.

• very studious. He was a straight A student.

• takes medication for his (social) anxiety. Getting this place as an intern and interacting with people all day... it's a big deal. Even though he doesn't have the best self-esteem, he knows he's doing good. doing better.

• used to be bullied in middle school. (hahaha awkward introverts are so ridiculous (ew))

• cries very easily when he's happy. Absolutely stoic when he's sad, upset.

• has a terrible handwriting, but still leaves you cute little notes here and there. (like "i think you'll like this one!" on a piece of paper glued to the book he slides to you in silence or "see you later, pretty" on your mirror after he spent the night at your place and left early in the morning to go to work.)

• gets distracted pretty easily.

• "Sorry... uh... sorry, you were saying ? I just– I was looking at your eyes and like, they're really like this one semi-precious stone. You know, the beautiful one, how's it called–"

• a big fan of vinyls. Has a huge collection at his place. He regularly goes to thrift stores to buy old, rare ones.

• One day, you say you want to accompany him and he just. he just loses his cool. suddenly, he doesn't know how to act anymore, and he's blushing so much, and his heart his racing, and he bites on his bottom lip and–

• hides his flustered face in his palms when you call him cute. ;)

• “I’ll be the love interest of your romance for as long as you’ll let me be. I wouldn’t know how to exist outside of your book anymore… I don’t want to.”

• very timid and nervous about physical touch but, once it's inserted in your relationship, he's sooooo down for it. He's definitely a hugger. always wants to hold hands too though he's too shy to say it; you often catch him staring at your palms.

• his glasses slide on his nose all the time, and it's absolutely adorable.

• talks with his hands.

• favorite color : beige. His eyes get so soft whenever you wear this color; he looks at you like you're the most comforting thing he's ever seen... because you are.

• very humble about it, but is an amazing cook! He likes to feed you to show his love. He'll prepare you some hot tea in your favorite mug, a heart-shaped pizza for dinner, pack your lunch before you guys go out for the day.

• kind of awkward with pda. Like he won't french kiss you in public, but if you ever manage to steal a little kiss before you part ways in front of the library, his skin will go crimson and he'll whisper a high-pitched "love you, bye", then run to hide in the nearest aisle.

• likes to be the little spoon.

• whimpers and whines. like, a lot.

• super super close to his mom. He calls her every day! She's his bestie. He doesn't talk to his dad; he hasn't been around since he was born.

• talks about you ALL THE TIME when you're not around. His mom and Mrs. Pierce know everything about you before they even meet you.

• could sleep anywhere. Some stairs, a public bench, the floor, against a shelf... Sometimes, he starts falling asleep, his head lowering, then he suddenly snaps his eyes back open. He looks left and right, embarrassed as hell, praying that nobody saw him.

• hates horror movies. He hates them.

• Yep, you guessed it, he's... a scaredy-cat.

• the only person you know who actually wears a tie every day.

• too handsome for his own good. There are always some people admiring and whispering about him and he has absolutely NO CLUE.

• doesn't like talking to people, really... you're the only exception. He loves talking to you.

• likes to drink, but very much a lightweight.

• becomes extroverted when he's drunk lmao.

• has dimples. They're so powerful– they go crazy when he's chewing, almost like flashing lights.

• love language? making playlists. (quality time - just sitting in silence with you honestly; he’ll be so happy he won’t stop smiling to himself. gift giving - but it’s like…. books, cute rocks he found on his way to work, flowers, weird little drawings, pretty sea shells. . .)

• probably the most awkward guy you'll ever meet, but he's twice as charming.

• "Hey, I hope our book never knows an end. I want to write sweet nothings with you forever."

[raccoonfallsharder]

headcanon 6 (cinnamon roll peter quill continued)

this headcanon was inspired by a comment left by the amazing, talented @aliasrocket in response to my humble headcanon 3 and after much musing it did not turn out at all how i expected but still feels right (to me anyway)

human terran cinnamon-roll peter quill aka star-lord doesn’t know what the fuck “blue lives matter” means when he sees it on that one guy’s t-shirt, and you’re a little worried about explaining it to him because it’s like, forty years’ worth of racial injustice and institutionalized white supremacist murder, and that's just like, the basics. plus pete was an eight-year-old white boy who got scooped in fuckin missouri in ‘88 so you kinda assume he carries his blind optimism about everything else terran into his associations with the police as well

but when you’re done trying to (messily) explain and he’s looking at you with big horrified eyes, what comes out of his mouth is “but…don’t people know by now?? acab???” because what he does remember (and what you forgot) is that meredith quill, with her kind eyes and soft hugs, was a child of 60s and 70s counterculture, lover to an undocumented space-man who didn’t even share her species, and an unmarried mother in the 80s, and she was absolutely a radical fuckin leftist in the time of reagan

(but his memories of his grandfather and mother talking in hushed worried tones in front of the evening news and the morning paper - about the war on drugs or the aids epidemic - are fuzzy at best, and it will always be harder for him to grasp the new and updated miseries, like bathroom-laws and voter suppression and don't-say-gay legislation and camps full of kids at the border)