#i really will make you coffees as nick. or cakes or cookies or perhaps even a hot pot

[actualsunflower]

Nick retired from being a detective, he's a barista now. Making perfect coffees and serving tasty cakes and pastries.

Come take selfies with grandpa and enjoy a nice caramel macchiato, courtesy of Valentine Cafe (he's doing his best thumbs up)

[littlebitoffanfic]

Nick Jakoby Falling For A Neighbour Reader

Do you write for Bright? If you do, could I please request head canons for Nick Jakoby with him being your neighbour and falling in love with you.

-        He had moved into the area only to be closer to work. It was one of the few neighbourhoods that had an equal mixture of humans and orcs but not that many elfs. But that didn’t mean he expected to be treated any differently than normal.

-        Nick had been moving his boxes into his new apartment when you walked by and saw the door open.

-        Instantly, your interest had been peaked. The flat had been empty for a while.

-        Knocking on the door, you heard someone inside falling over something as they tried to face to the door.

-        Neither you nor Nick expected to see the other. He didn’t expect to come face to face with a stunning human like you and you didn’t expect for a highly handsome orc to step into the doorway.

-        “Hi, im [y/n].” you grinned, holding out your hand. Nick frowned a little, hesitating slightly. You were being… too friendly. But then he saw your smile faulter and your hand drop slightly as you doubted yourself and he managed to snap himself out of his thoughts.

-        “nick.” He smiled, shaking your hand. He had to make a conscious effort not to hold your hand too tight as he shook it. and your skin was so soft.

-        “Well, im just to your right. If you need anything, just let me know.” You smiled, nodding to your flat before glancing at your watch. “Shoot, im late. Do you want to come round to mine tonight and I’ll make you tea?” In that moment, Nick froze apart from his ears which twitched nervously. “I know how hard it is living out of boxes on the first few nights and trying to cook.” You explained. “I’d like that.” Nick smiled, his eyes lighting up as you beamed at him as well.

-        That night, Nick came round, and the two of you had an instant connection.

-        Nick never thought he would meet someone who seemed as genuine and kind as you, while you had to admit you liked the orc… a lot.

-        Nick would invite you round to his flat once he has everything sorted so he can repay your kindness with a good, hearty meal.

-        You introduce Nick to everyone in the building and Nick flitting in great. For the first time in his life, he felt safe and in a place that he belonged.

-        You dropping baked goods like cookies and cakes off to him every time you bake. And Nick falling for your harder and harder every time.

-        He would memories your regular orders.

-        If you mentioned that you fancied something, he would get it for you. One morning, you two had walked down to your cars together and you mentioned that you needed to pick up milk and, by the time you got back, he had already got you some. Another time, you mentioned you really needed a coffee and he brought you your favourite brand and order. And of course, burritos.

-        Within 6 months, you were a permanent part of his life that he didn’t want to ever lose.

-        One night, he comes home from work late and sees you pacing outside his apartment in a state. The second he calls your name, you run at him, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders and sobbing onto his shoulder. You had heard that there had been a shooting and several officers had been injured. Of course he held you tight in his arms, even pulling you into his flat. You would end up falling asleep on his couch, and he wouldn’t mind because he had never had someone outside of his family be that concerned about his wellbeing.

-        Nick get nervous when the two of you go out together for two reason. Firstly, because hes a cop and the only orc one at that. he would hate to drag you into any nasty business. And secondly because he wishes it was some kind of date. Especially when you go out to restaurants and pubs together.

-        He would try and ignore his feelings for you. the friendship between you both grew and he loved it. he liked having someone he could trust like he trusted you. he liked how you would come and see him for no reason. He liked that you would send him a message to catch up, just because. He liked having this kind of… bond with someone. And he didn’t want to ruin that. Nick didn’t want you to feel awkward around him, or stop coming to see him.

-        You had fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder or cuddled into his side. On those nights, he allows himself to wonder. Wonder what might happen if you were his girlfriend. If your lips were as soft as they looked. If you looked as beautiful first thing in the morning as you did last thing at night (although he knew the answer was yes).

-        Because the building was pretty secure, and you often came around, Nick found himself leaving the front door unlocked when he was at home. And that would ultimately be how you hear his confession.

-        Ward was round, and you nipped over to give him back a book you had borrowed. When you left, you realised that you also had a plate of his, so you grabbed it and went back. Only, neither Nick nor Ward heard you coming back in as you stood in the kitchen doorway and overheard the end of the conversation by accident. “Why don’t you just ask her out? You don’t stop talking about her and she obviously likes you back.” Ward asked Nick, but Nick instantly shook his head.

“Shes just a kind person, I don’t think shes interested in me. Why would she be? Im an orc.”

The sadness in his voice broke your heart Walking into the kitchen, you don’t know what gave you the confidence boost.

-        “I don’t care.” You speak up, making both the men jump and twist to look at you with wide eyes. But it was Nick you were looking at.

-        Ward would casually excuse himself, slipping past you and offering Nick a thumbs up before leaving.

-        “you, you really wouldn’t mind?” Nick would ask in utter bewilderment. “What will other think?” “Firstly, we go out all the time together. I didn’t care then and I wouldn’t care now. Secondly, I think I know you. perhaps not for long, but im normally a pretty good judge of good people. You’re a good person, Nick. A good orc.” You smiled, placing the plate of the side as you spoke. Your words break Nick as he closes the distance between you and finally kisses you. you would instantly kiss back, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and pressing your body to his own.

-        “You know, you still haven’t technically asked me out.” You would giggle when you pulled away for air. Nick would smile but glance down, his ears twitching cutely. “How about tonight? Is that too soon?” He would ask, a little too eagerly but you grin and nod.

-        You would unhook his arms from your waist and move towards the front door. Nick would follow, afraid he had done something wrong and asking if you were okay. “Of course. Ive just got a cute date tonight and need to get ready.” You turn and wink at him as you disappear out the front door, leaving Nicks heart racing.

[wandering-through-wonder-land]

I don't know your blog, but I stumbled upon your prompts request and I'm feeling that REALLY hard right now so in the spirit of helping out, how 'bout some platonic Logicality with "If you drink one more cup of coffee, I'll kill you" (really random, but from experience a fun prompt to write on)

@cold-and-analytical Wow, I am so sorry this took so long! I haven’t been feeling so well this past week, I had intended to have this done awhile ago! Hope you like it!@anxiousangelvirgil thank you for helping me edit this and for the suggestions!Characters: Patton Sanders, Logan Sanders

Relationship: Platonic Logicality

Warnings: None Really. Logan does threaten to kill Patton at the end of it tho.

Summary: If you drink one more cup of coffee, I’ll kill you.

It was Logan. In the Kitchen. With the Coffee.

Pattonwas vibrating. There was no other word for it except perhaps bouncing. Well,Logan could say that his best friend had consumed such a level of caffeine thathis individual atoms were now moving at a rate double their normal speed,resulting in the man's body as a whole ricocheting around the room in a neverending blur of activity.....he could say that, but then Virgil would say he wasbeing more 'extra' than Roman. Also, it would be factually incorrect, despitebeing an adequate description of what was happening.Speaking of what was happening, he was abruptlysnapped out of his thoughts as Patton whirled past him, setting -more likeunintentionally slamming- a mug of tea in front of him, the liquid sloshingover the rim from the force."Oh deary me! Bestcleanthatup!" Themug was gone again before Logan could blink, clattering into the sink withforce enough just shy of breaking it. Another was set down with just a tad morecare, tea sloshing dangerously. "Whoopsie-doo! Forgot the brownies!"Patton dashed off and Logan tentatively raised a hand that was most certainlynot shaking to grasp the mug and raise it to his lips. The tea was cold. It hadbeen made at least an hour ago. Nonetheless, he took a gulp of it, watching themoral side take brownies out of the oven, setting them next to the three cakes,four batches of cookies, and the other batch of brownies in the counter. Therewas still a loaf of bread in the oven. And that was to say nothing of the many bakedgoods that had been burned today because Patton had gotten distracted. Thescent of smoke was still burning Logan's nostrils, doing nothing to help themigraine pushing at the backs of his eyes as Patton once again began humming ‘it’sa small world after all’ far louder than necessary.

There were eggssplattered on the ceiling, milk spilled on the floor, honey stuck to the wall,flour sprayed over the counter, chocolate scattered everywhere, and Patton wasat the center of it all, spinning about like whirlwind.This wasn't even the first or second mug of tea!Patton had been adamant about being him tea earlier at 10am when he had beenreason at the table.... that had been nine hours ago. Through a combination offorgetting to make the tea, forgetting to bring him the tea, dropping the mugs,spilling the tea, and just overall getting distracted....Logan, the function ofLogic, who was very good at mathematics, thank you very much, had lost count ofhow many times Patton had been attempted to bring him hot tea.He winced as he heard a crash from the kitchen.'And there goes the twenty fifth baking pan to hit the ground today. ' Hethought. 

"Oh, silly me!Diddly-dang-do, this just won't do!"Logan rose from the table stiffly, having beenperpetually tense and on edge all day from Patton's antics. He walked into thekitchen slowly and stood by the archway, watching Patton clean up. He debatedretreating back to the table, or to his blessedly silent room. But then Pattonpicked up his sky-blue unicorn mug and the coffee pot. Logan snapped.He stepped forward and brought a hand down ontop of the coffee pot before Patton could pour any. He met the normallyemotional side's eyes calmly, stress and frazzled nerves ringing clear underhis clinical tone. “That is enough caffeine Patton.” 

Patton frowned,literally bouncing in place, his eyes darting every which way before settlingback on Logan a million times. “But why Lolo~?” He whined “It’s just coffee!”

Logangrit his teeth and ignored his irritation at the absurd nick name the Moraltrait refused to let go off. He took a deep breath, possessing no wish to upsetor anger the moral side, seeing as he was quite hyper at the moment and a dropof a hat -so to speak- could either begin tears or spark fire. Feelings -ugh,the bane of his existence- were not his forte. “Because it is highly illogicalfor you to continue to consume this substance in such high quantities when the adrenaline rush it has causedhas already begun to overwhelm your body, making you hyper and unstable.”

Pattonpouted. “It’s just coffee Lo!” He spun around too quick and lost his balance. Hecaught himself before Logan needed to catch him, but knocked a bowl of cakebatter to the floor. Logan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed throughgritted teeth.

"Patton. If you drink one more cup ofcoffee. I may kill you."

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