#can’t wait to share more of these goobers

[retrowave-racer]

One of the things I want to do more this year is share more sketches and doodles and well, do more traditional art again to begin with! Here is some doodles I’ve done of my lad Ripley, showing his eventual transformation and relationship with my oc Erica! She helps maintain the robot side of him.

Erica and Rip have a rocky start to their friendship, since they are such starkly different personalities, but grow very close. Ripley often fears loosing his humanity entirely from being augmented and Erica helps keep him grounded.

Oh and for those new, yes yes these are silly rollercoaster ocs. Well Erica is! Ripley is based off of Ripsaw and in the future, whatever the green goo topspin ends up being called in the end xP ♻️

[orbital-inclination]

Okay okay okay… BUT. What’s the relationship between Fable and Static? Do they meet often and talk? Friends? Potential partners? I NEED TO KNOW IM SUCH A FAN SQUEEZES MOLTEN LIKE A STRESS TOY.

Excellent question!

Static and Fable have a complicated and sometimes chaotic friendship-adjacent-situationship. Sometimes they are thick as thieves and sometimes they are bitter enemies.

Static is as temperamental as Fable is unpredictable. Fable has two primary goals: 1) the preservation of rare AUs and 2) maintaining the status quo in the rest. But Static wants to do more than Weed the Garden. He wants to rip it up, and leave only the plants HE PERSONALLY SELECTS to thrive. That goes against Fable’s philosophy. Fable can’t have that but he also wants to respect Static’s "intended purpose." He is torn between two conflicting notions regarding Static; the knowledge that like Fable himself, Static is a beloved creation and his existence and actions pleases that spirit in some way. And of course, the elephant in the room: Static has made it his life’s goal to destroy as many “aberrations” as possible which pits him against the rest of the multiverse at large.

The desire to respect Static's "intended purpose" puts Fable in a bit of a bind. He does, genuinely want to have a good relationship with Static, but to do so means that those times when Fable chooses to look away creates friction between Fable and other outcodes, among other potentially worse results. (It's important to note that both Fable and Static chose their own purpose. There is nothing forcing them to act in the way that they do, except for the circumstances that brought them to that point. They are both choosing what to do with the power given to them. Static is lashing out at the multiverse out of pain. Fable is molding the multiverse out of an empathetic fear of shared misery.)

On to the details of what these two over powered goobers actually get up to:

Static can be begrudgingly persuaded to model clothes/outfits for Fable. This sometimes includes high fashion stuff, but Fable keeps it in mind that Static prefers loose comfortable clothing.

If Fable whips around fast enough, he runs the risk of smacking whoever is standing next to him with his ink dipped fur boa. He does this intentionally to annoy Static.

If Fable gets too touchy-feely or overly affectionate, instead of using his words, Static will gently zap him. (think static from a carpet or sweater levels of pain here. very mild. more of a shock than the sensation of pain really.)

Sometimes Static will zap Fable just to silently get his attention. (or if he thinks Fable is not giving him ENOUGH attention.) Contrary to popular belief Fable CAN tell the difference between I'm-overwhelmed-stop-it-ZAP, and HEY-pay-attention-to-ME-zap. The difference is in the voltage.

Sometimes when having a bad day (or his monthly existential crisis), Fable will show up at Static's place, play dead on the floor, and wait for something Static says or does to reignite that spark of life in him. it always helps.

Surprisingly or perhaps not so surprisingly, Static enjoys parkour. He can use his wires to get around (like Spider-Man) but there’s something satisfying about moving through the air without their use.

As well as a fashionista, Fable is also an experienced acrobat.

The two of them occasionally have lighthearted competitions across the city rooftops of New Home. No powers allowed. They’re only allowed to use what natural strength and flexibility their bodies have. Winner reaches the other end of New Home without getting caught by the royal guard.

How frequently do they meet up? About as often as Fable can remember, or about as often as Static creates such a fuss that the situation demands Fable's attention. (varies between once a month or less to 4 times in a week)

[itsmuffiiee]

What are your favorite DCA fics? Some of mine are Solar Lunacy, LDR, and Sleuth Jesters! :D

OKAY!! so I don’t think I have a favorite? I have fanfics I’m currently excited to see update though!! (Which is.. almost every fic I read but I’ll try to include some I’m ESPECIALLY excited about!!)

Enjoy some silly notes about each Fic Below!! ・・・★

Flaring Rays and Ivory Crescents

By @surrealkunstlerin

- Moon has a silly stupid laugh but let him have it..! he deserves it!

- How y/n spending isn’t giving them anxiety is beyond me- I think you gotta trust the robots to be financially intelligent

- I would just sort of lay in moons arm all day before they both got mad at me for not doing anything 😞

- Self indulgent.. my dream: sun and moon would be helpers that help me live a better life )::

Red sky

By Kettle_fish

- “I want two boyfriends, and I want by boyfriends to be boyfriends”

- 257k my beloved

- I really enjoyed the moments of y/n bonding with sun and moon in the cell ::3c

An Introvert Meets the Devil at the End of the World

By Kassykins

- post apocalyptic time!!

- sun is so traumatized

- Should of listended to y/n smh

- interactions between the bots and y/n … 12/10… the other humans though make me question humanity- I think however that’s is the point to be off put and disgusted by them

- I enjoy moon protecting y/n as their source of life and is trying to get sun not to FUCK IT UP

He’s a little confused but he got the spirit

By @midnight-mourning

- I can’t wait to see sun stare in the mirror and realize “oh god, I like them, oh god, oh no.. THAT THING IS WHAT I FALL FOR? You got to be kidding me!!”

- The Sun is burning out and is stressed )::

- Beloved moon in this fic, I hope he gets everything he wants and more

- Fanart MIGHT be in progress.. I am excited to draw these goobers

There Are Many Benefits (To Rethinking This Career Path)

By @moonliched

- Nessa x Chica was not on my 2024 bingo

- I need to see sun and moon get jealous more often

- Author please, please, let them have a sleep over someway somehow

- “I need to go into the ocean, I need to be in there” - y/n probably

- the little extra bits at the end of each chapter DO make me smile and brighten up my day immensely

If ongoing fics aren’t your style !! And you prefer completed stories I also have: Claw at the Stars by @vivisols !!

- NON HUMAN Y/N BELOVED !!

- more mermaids.. ::3

- I love all their fics sm.. ‹𝟹

> I have so many more fics to share (to ramble about).. so..so many but I’ll leave it here for now!! Thank you for asking!! Please be mindful of tags before reading! ::)

[gaybananabread]

Heya Kasey! If you wanna and have the time I was wondering if you have any tickle headcannons for hunter from the owl house? He’s such a silly and sweet lil goober and I wanna hear your thoughts if you have any? I hope you have a wonderful day! 💙🫂

🌕🐺Hunter Tkl Headcanons🐦🌟

~Hi Pocky! Ehehehe I’ve been waiting for someone to request Hunter! The boyo’s of my favorite TOH scrimbles to wreck (*ᴗ͈ ˬ ᴗ͈ )ꕤ*. So yeah I’ve definitely got some thoughts- And thank you! May your day be filled with wonderful thoughts and lots of sweets! ♡ And to the anon, I included more teases than I usually would, just for you. Thanks for the requests!~

General:

I’m pretty sure the entire fandom can agree that he gives STRONG lee vibes.

He enjoys making his friends laugh sometimes, though, so I’m going heavy lee-leaning switch.

Can only say the t-word on rare occasions. More often than not, it’s adorable stuttering and blushes until you get the message.

With some proper motivation, he can admit that he likes it. It just flusters the hell out of him, so use this knowledge sparingly.

Lee:

SUCH a cute lee, no question

He blushes like crazy, squirms and wriggles like a worm on a hook, squeaks and hiccups if you get him going, just- ‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

He gets in a lee mood pretty frequently, and sometimes asks for what he wants. Usually he’ll go to Willow for, but Luz and Gus are close runners-up.

When he can’t ask, he’ll try his very hardest to provoke or tease his friends into helping.

Sassing people, sitting with his arms behind his head, slouching just right so his shirt slides up, and if he’s really gutsy, poking their sides. With these goobers, it works nine times outta ten.

If you don’t wanna get kicked/elbowed in the face, I recommend pinning him. Squirmy flailer boyo

Worst spot is his ribs. Will squeal, snort, thrash and blush like it’s nobody’s business.

Melt spots are his scars. If it’s someone he trusts and is comfortable with, he loves gentle traces (and kisses from Willow ( ,,^ᴗ^,, )) Airy giggles, gets all sleepy. If he’s having problems falling asleep, some light scar tickles will knock him right out.

Ler:

A soft ler for sure. He can go rougher, but he normally prefers not to.

It’s pretty easy to fluster him. Instant compliance, telling him to not stop/keep going, holding your arms up around him, asking him to do it over and over again-

Yeah, he’ll be a blushy boy in no time

He can tease though. It's a bit rare, but he tries.

"Oh, this tickles? Good, I was worried it wasn't working."

"You blush reeeeeeally hard when I squeeze here. It must tickle so much!"

"You've got a pretty cute laugh, ya know. Think I'll have to have you share more often..."

"I don't know why you don't like this adorable belly. It's so cute and squishy and ticklish; what's not to love?"

"You're squirming a lot, but you haven't told me to stop once. You like this a whole lot, don't you?"

"Hmm? Sorry, it's hard to understand you with all that giggling. Try again~"

This boy cannot ask to tickle anyone. Asking to receive is hard enough, but asking to give? Yeah, good luck-

Willow can normally pick up on his ler moods, and if she’s feeling it, she’ll offer her help

He’s super mindful of boundaries. Stops the moment you say to, checks in every once in a while to make sure you’re still having fun

Doesn’t normally pin unless you’re a massive squirmer. He doesn’t mind, just scared of pushing boundaries

Super loving aftercare. Sleepy cuddles and movies for sure. Hot chocolate, tea or coffee (whichever you prefer), and some fluffy blankets. Can give a pretty relaxing shoulder massage if you ask.

[thebritishdragon]

Hello my good fellow, tell me fun facts about all your ocs. 👀

All of my ocs? Well well well well!!!!!

I have to use my lmk ones for this! And maybe I might add my ninjago ocs at the end!

~~~~~~~

First we have -Ping Coa-

He is a very mysterious and cold demon! He used to be sweet and nice. But sadly something tragic happened. In his younger years his lover was killed in a massacre and he’s been furious ever since!

Ping doesn’t typically use his powers(Telekinesis and light control) But if the demon/person he’s fighting is powerful enough. Then he is not afraid to use them.

Ping is around 1000 years old, yet in mortal years he’s around twenty three!

~~~~~~~

-Ao Jinhai/Dushe Jingshen-

I made him before I realized that Ao Guang names his children 1, 2, and 3…

I’m only going to explain his past. Parts about his future is top secret! Unless I’m bored and want to share things.

He is the fourth and youngest son of Ao Guang. Jinhai loved hanging out with his brothers. After all, he was a child. But then, Ao Bing and Nezha fought. His brother had died to the Third Lotus Prince. And Jinhai had hated him ever since.

Years had passed and Ao Guang was getting strict. Especially to Ao Jinhai. Now, after everything that has happened to Jinhai so far made him wonder. He wanted answers. He wanted to fight the Third Lotus Prince. Which is such a terrible idea but he’s grieving.

But Ao Guang makes sure that Ao Jia, Ao Yi, and Ao Jinhai can’t go check out the surface. Which pisses them all off but Ao Guang is spooky so none of them do anything.

That is until Ao Jinhai runs away.

Long story short, he realizes that he definitely can’t take on Nezha. So he hides away from his father and brothers for a bit. Meets some snake friends. When he meets these cool snakes(they’re normal snakes) he realizes he can talk to them. He can even shapeshift into a snake! But sadly that’s all his shapeshifting powers could do.

After a while jttw starts. Bing bang boom he meets them. After accidentally killing everybody in a village. Everybody is pissed off, Ao Lie is there.

It seems I forgot to mention Ao lie, Ao Jinhai’s cousin. BUT WAIT!!! Does that mean… *gasp* Ao Jinhai is actually Mei’s GREAT UNCLE!?!?!?! I think that’s the correct familial term for whatever that is. But they just call each other cousins.

Ao Jinhai changes his name to Dushe Jingshen so when people ever refer to him. Ao Guang and his brothers would never find him!

~~~~~~~

-Shan Ji de-

Where do I even start? So she doesn’t really have much of a story. She’s 21, but 800 in demon years.

She’s a celestial monkey with three noses(a curse really)

And with those three noses she can smell almost anything!

Ji de is based off of a golden-headed lion tamarin!

She basically has all the basic celestial monkey powers. Like shapeshifting, golden eyes of truth. Other things as well…

I honestly don’t really have a story for her! She’s mostly just a chaotic and goofy little goober!

~~~~~~~

-Shi-

I impulsively made her, she has no story or any plots. She’s just here.

~~~~~~~

-Zǔzhó-

Brother to Bái Hé. He also doesn’t really have a story. But I’d love to make one with you!

He has a funky magic mirror that he uses to teleport through!

~~~~~~~

-Kěpà-

Kěpà has a depressing childhood… his father was abusive towards him and his mother. And as a young fox spirit(that’s all he is) he couldn’t do a single thing.

But his father will always leave an impact on his life. After Kěpà becomes an adult, he decides enough is enough. After all, shapeshifters are extraordinary

He would go on to use his talents for horrible things, even if these people were good or bad. He would shapeshift into a woman, flirt with whichever victim seemed to be into it. And then invite that man to his place. He would go onto reveal his true self, kill the person. Chop them up and make soup.

Just don’t interact with this guy if you’re a man.

~~~~~~~

And that’s all I have for lmk ocs! And damn do I need more female characters-

[sev-on-kamino]

jesse’s thighs indeed 🤩 can’t resist them no matter the situation tbh

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!! I have had so much fun with trader’s friendship with the boys.

YAY!!! I’m so happy you liked the technical chatter 🥰 I love when these goobers get together and have fun

thank you so much, and I can’t wait to share more!

Pressure - an In Pieces One Shot

Summary: 501st shenanigans at the bar, and you enjoy a dance with Jesse and Fives because teasing Wolffe is fun

Warnings: alcohol, betting, highly suggestive dancing, she/her pronouns used, no y/n, no physical descriptions

Word Count: 812

The song they’re dancing to: “Pressure” by Martin Garrix (of course)

Jesse finished his shot, as he watched you swaying your hips on your way to Cody’s table. No shore leave was complete without you causing a stir in some way or another.

“How long before extraction?” Fives asked, nodding in your direction.

“Until she finishes her drink, or that vein starts popping in Captain Rex’s forehead. Whichever comes first,” Jesse said after a moment.

“We don’t have long then,” Fives laughed, and turned to order another round.

Kix looked over towards you, and made a noise of surprise.

“Is she trying to pull off a requisition right now? That’s my girl,” He laughed, seeing the little presentation you were doing.

“If I was a beautiful woman, this is the place where I would ask for everything. Promotions, raises, whatever the kriff she’s about to get right now,” Fives replied.

“Fives,” Hardcase said, tapping Fives on the arm, as the shots were lined up on the bar. “I bet I could do all these shots and then balance the glasses on my nose.”

“Stakes?”

“I do it, I get that new vibroblade you’ve been flashing around.”

“He won that off of me,” Kix said incredulously.

“Okay? And now I want it,” Hardcase said shrugging.

“And if they fall, what’s in it for me?” Fives asked.

“My favorite DC-17m.”

A murmur passed through the group at that. Hardcase was practically married to that blaster.

Fives glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still sipping on your drink before saying, “You’re on. Gotta keep the glasses up for 15 seconds.”

“Easy!” Hardcase said, downing each of their shots one by one. As he reached the last one he stacked them all together before tilting his head back and balancing them on his nose.

The boys started counting down from 15, as Hardcase kept the delicate glass tower balanced on his nose.

“5…4…3…2…1!” They all whooped and cheered as Hardcase released the breath he’d been holding.

“What the-“ Fives’s jaw dropped.

“I’ll take that knife,” He said making the motion for Fives to hand it over. The ARC trooper rolled his eyes and pulled it out, to hand it over.

“I think I should have a chance to win it back,” Kix grumbled.

“Maybe next time,” Hardcase said tucking it away.

“Sit Rep?” Fives said turning to Jesse, as he petulantly sipped at his beer.

“Drink’s not gone, Captain’s still cool.”

“I’m surprised. Usually 5 minutes being around her and the commander is plenty.”

“Uh oh, we have a development,” Jesse said nodding in your direction.

Fives turned to follow his gaze.

“Ah, the vein’s popping. We better pull her out,” Fives said downing his beer.

The pair of them make their way across the dance floor, getting just close enough to shout your name.

They watched you drain your glass, and rise from the table to strut over to them, with a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

“I know that look,” Fives said, grinning as he took hold of your hips. You were already swirling them along to the music, as you reached for Jesse.

“It’s been awhile,” Jesse said pressing up against you, his muscular thigh pressed between yours. “Who’s the lucky trooper tonight?”

You didn’t answer, you just looked over your shoulder at Wolffe, who had his eyes trained on you.

“Oh, kriff me. Are you serious right now?” Fives asked incredulously.

“He will devour you.” Jesse laughed, his head bent low to speak into your ear.

Your giggles bubbled like champagne.

“That’s the idea,” you said tugging him closer.

“I knew you would be up to something as soon as Commander Cody invited you to his table.” Jesse shook his head.

“When is she not up to something?” Fives challenged, as you arched your back and locked eyes with Wolffe again.

“I’m surprised. I thought it would be Cody,” Jesse said spinning you to face Fives as his hips moved smoothly with yours to the beat.

“Ooh it very well might be him too…” you said, as Cody caught your eye, and beckoned you over.

“Very ambitious, doll,” Fives said grinning.

“You’re gonna be sore the rest of the week. And after that stunt you pulled on me the other day, I’m not taking it easy on you,” Jesse said, remembering how you’d finally managed to take him down. He didn’t know that you’d been training in every spare moment with Fives to pull that off.

“When have you ever?” You asked with a laugh.

As the song ended you pulled them close, pressing a soft kiss to each of their faces, “You guys are the fucking best, and I will think of you…well not during it, but afterwards with gratitude.”

The pair of them burst into laughter, and you couldn’t help but join them.

“Don’t wait up for me,” you said, turning to make your way to Cody’s side.

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[freedomfireflies]

childhood best friends to lovers?? the super cliche cute stuff? with a side of angst?

I've been waitin' for this one...TURN IT UP!

“Can’t—shit…no, wait. Wait.”

Your entire body freezes, fingers falling from his jaw to his chest as they hover there, desperate to touch him, despite yourself. Desperate to just keep him. Keep him like a promise. Like a vow.

His breathing is quick, his shoulders tense, and his eyes…those beautiful eyes still tightly closed.

You can’t tell if he’s upset with you for putting the moment on pause, but truthfully, you didn’t have a choice.

You’re not even sure how you got here. With him. 

Because it’s him.

He’s not someone you kiss in arena parking lots. He’s not someone you let slip his hands past the lace of your underwear.

He’s…he’s Harry. He’s your best fucking friend. He’s loud, and he’s embarrassing, and he’s such a fucking goober.

And he’s everything to you.

And he always has been. From the moment he sat down beside you in the fifth grade and offered to share his mega pack of colored pencils.

And he was still everything when he picked you up from the drug store parking lot after prom. Collecting you in his arms as you sat on the sidewalk and drunkenly cried over a pregnancy test and some asshole named Alex.

And now. Now he’s everything and then some as he keeps you pressed to the door of his car, his soft breath trickling down your neck as he waits for you to realize it.

“Okay,” he agrees after a moment more of your rigid silence. “M’waiting.”

You roll your lips into your mouth as you tangle your fingers in the material of his soft shirt. “Harry…”

His head shakes. Instantly. Knowing what follows the sound of his name and already rejecting it. “No. No, just…don’t say it—”

“Har—”

“No.” His grip grows tighter. “No, I just…I know. All right? I know, but I…I had to.”

Your throat constricts. “Don’t say that.”

“I did…” he murmurs, finally meeting your eye, and that’s when you feel your stomach twist as if punctured by the blade of a knife. “I did, I had to. I…fuck, I can’t…I can’t stop—”

“Harry—”

“No, just…listen.” His tone is labored. Thick. Forehead pressed to yours as he sucks the air through his teeth. “Shit, I just…I need you. Always need you. You have to know that. You have to. Can’t do a fucking thing without you—”

Your head shakes, yet you don’t pull away. You should. You really fucking should. “Harry, it’s not that simple.”

Now, he’s silent.

Silent because reality outweighs that of a soul. Silent because no matter how deep his heart bleeds for you, it’ll never be enough to erase the existence of her.

“She loves you,” you remind him, and you don’t miss the way his fingers seize up around your hips or the way his jaw constricts with indifference.

“I don’t care,” he argues, scoffing out the admission like it inconveniences him to even say it. “I don’t care what she thinks she feels—”

“You love her, too,” you carry on, the soft lilt in your tone enough to dissolve the rest of his string of lies. “You love her, Harry.”

“It’s not the fucking same.” His volume rises, despite the attention it might draw. “S’not—I don’t…it’s not the same as it is with you. It’s…it’s cheap and it’s empty and it’s not…it’s not you.”

You should be thrilled to hear this from him. You want to be thrilled. Want to snake your arms around his neck and finish what he started. Finally have him the way you’ve fantasized about having him since the day you first realized you loved him.

Laying on your roof. Staring up at the stars. Laughing because he said the big dipper would make a great porn name.

You’ve fucking ached for this loud, embarrassing goober, and now you and the walls of your resistance are crumbling fast.

“Harry,” you whisper again, the subtle whimper in your tone forcing a curse from the back of his throat. “It’s not…it’s not right. It’s not fair—”

“Fuck fair,” he hisses, pressing you harder against the door as he straightens up. “None of this is fucking fair. You think it was fair to have to watch you with Alex? Watching him parade you around like he fucking owned you? Watching him…watching him touch you? Have you?”

His hips are taut against yours, using his body weight as leverage to keep you trapped beneath his frame, and despite the dominant display you’re not that impressed by…you can’t help but feed off it.

A soft growl proceeds his next admission. “Think it was fair having to sleep beside you all these years? All those innocent sleepovers? Knowing how bad I fucking wanted you? How fucking…how fucking good you were for me? Wanting to just…to just—”

Your heart springs to your throat, desperate for the end of that thought. “To just what, Har?”

His eyes find yours, chartreuse flecks much too indicative to hide his true intentions. “To just have you. To pin you to the fucking mattress and just watch you. Watch you squirm. Watch you beg for me. Watch the tears run down your fucking face cause of how good it felt. To know how well you’d take me…know how bad you needed it. Just to know...just to know you needed me."

You know the feeling well. Because it’s the exact same scenario you play on a loop in your mind on the nights you miss him. The nights you ache for him the most. The same fantasy you indulge in as your fingers bury themselves in your cunt, mercilessly and without pause as you fight the urge to moan his name.

“Harry…” The words leave your lips like silk, sweeping along his as you both do your best to resist. “Can’t…we can’t. It’s not…it’s—”

“I love you.”

The admittance feels like a sin. Like a wicked indulgence not meant for your ears. 

And fucking damn him if it isn’t working.

You have no response. No inclination on how to even speak as the words loop like the scratch on a record in your head.

His fingers slide up to your jaw, thumb brushing the soft skin as he tilts your head higher. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You set a breath free. “S’wrong, Har. You can’t…you can’t say shit like that. Not when—”

“She doesn’t matter.”

“She matters, Har.” Your hands tug at his shirt, simultaneously pushing him away and yet subtly pulling him closer to you. “She…you love her—”

“She’s not you.”

Each declaration sounds so��tenacious. The habitually anxious man who can’t seem to make a decision about anything in his life suddenly sure of one thing and one thing only:

You.

Why did it have to be you?

You find your last semblance of courage. Use it to push yourself to respond. “You know I need you.”

You hear his breath hitch. It’s the first time you’ve admitted it. First time you’ve verbalized it.

And he knows it.

“Yeah?” You feel his fingers brush the exposed skin beneath your shirt. Hear him choke on a curse as his head rolls to the side. “Say it again.”

“Har—”

“Please.” A virile demand. Not a request but a need. 

Your hands move to tug at the cinnamon-colored curls at your disposal, eyes fluttering shut as you feel his lips graze yours as you speak. “I need you, Har.”

Just like that, each wall, each argument, each opposition is swept away by the flood of lust and desire that washes over you. The taste of his tongue, of his promise…it’s complete. It’s the only thing you know. 

Not her. Not them. Not the bad decisions you know are lurking just beyond the corner.

Just him.

When he had first followed you into the parking lot, trapped you against the car, and leaned down to kiss you…you thought your mind would implode. Thought you’d never understand. Because what do you allow yourself to think when your best friend kisses you for the first time?

And now?

Now.

Now…

…he is everything.

Full Masterlist

[lifttheveilseethetruth]

I hope everyone is having an amazing Friday evening and if it’s not Friday, well, I hope you are having an amazing time anyways. :) This is a pick-a-pile on love letters from your soul love. We will also be getting a channeled song from them! This is someone who your soul is calling out for and vise versa! Remember that this is a general reading and not to get too caught up in it! It’s very much for fun and none the less I hope you enjoy :) Feel free to as well switch up any pronouns to fit your situation!

Pile 1 starts from the left, leading to pile 2 on the right and last but not least pile 3 is the bottom image ❤️‍🔥

Take some time now to center your self and call onto your highest guides to lead you to the letter that is meant for you at this time.

Breathe with me,

Inhale, 1, 2, 3

Exhale, 1, 2, 3

Let go of any expectations or outcomes that you may be seeking. This is solely for fun and what is meant for you IS seeking you, never doubt that.

Let’s start now with~

Pile 1

Hello love,

I feel you have been doubting our connection again. Please know, my love, that I am on my way. There is no need to doubt, my heart only beats for you. I am working hard to get to you, dear. You are what inspires me to work so hard. I know you doubt because I am private and I don’t tell you how much I truly love you. But that doesn’t erase the fact that you are my first thought when I wake up and my last thought when I go to sleep. I stay up all night thinking about you. How much you’ve changed my entire life, my entire perspective. I love you with all of my being. Please be patient with me, I’m so grateful for how patient you’ve been thus far. Lift your head up, my princess, I am on my way. I have some things to clear up but you are my end goal. I have big plans for us.

I love you always,

Your divine masculine

Channeled song- Shawty Remi Wolf

Pile 2

To my sweetie pie,

Life has been such a rollercoaster. I for one can not WAIT to be able to meet you and have you in my arms. Thinking about meeting the one for me (you) brings me a huge smile on my face! Sugar plum you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I meet you for the first time please do not be startled. I may be so clumsy and outgoing from how excited I am. I am so nervous too. I need to take a shower just thinking about you. Wow, the way your brown hair flows, I just can’t wait to feel it on my skin. I’m going to cook you amazing food and you will love every second of it. You will be my taste tester, in more ways than one. I am manifesting you daily. We will come together soon. I can’t wait for you to join my ride. My friends are wild but they mean well. You will have so much fun with me. I can’t wait to sweep you off your feet.

Signed,

Your goofy goober

Channeled song- C U Girl Steve Lacy

Pile 3

Hey gorgeous,

I’m coming through to tell you that i love you. You already know this though. I love seeing your nose scrunch up when you get shy. I love teasing you, you’re my little baby. I love taking care of you and being there for you. You already know who I am and I just need you to know that my love for you is true, darling. I will never give up on you or us. You are my ride or die. I couldn’t even simply imagine a world without you. I love looking into your eyes, I could find them in any crowded room. Do you know that I want to marry you? I want to grow old with you, in a little small house, in the middle of nowhere. Where our fur babies may roam the yard for miles. Then I will whistle and they will come running back for dinner time. Speaking of food, you make the best omelettes I’ve ever had in my life. I love sharing my life with you. You make me feel so comfy, safe and warm. I strive to make you feel the same. I can’t wait to grow old with you and laugh about all of our memories. You are the rarest treasure, I will never give up… unless that is what you wanted. Please stay with me, marry me, grow old with me. I promise to always be there for you. I love you with my whole heart, my whole soul.

Love,

Your future husband

Channeled song- Don’t Dream It’s Over Crowded House

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Ok I just binge read and fell in love with to get my soul known again! Your writing feels so real, I feel like both your Eddie and Chrissy are my friends and they have my whole heart 🥺

Most important question on my mind: Will there be a scene where Eddie honks the truck's horn for a school bus full of kids doing the 💪💪 thing?! I feel like that would be his favorite part of the job 😂

LITERALLY JUST WROTE THIS LAST WEEK in an upcoming chapter. Well, kids in a van, but same concept. 😅 Thank you so much for this lovely little bit of kindness in my ask box, Nonnie! Can’t wait to share more of these sweet goobers. 💚🧡

[sev-on-kamino]

Thank youuuuu 💙💙

They know what they’re doing with those beautiful brown eyes. They’re not fooling anyone 😩

We love a man who makes us feel safe and secure, and Fox has major protective vibes 😌

I am so so glad you’re enjoying Fox, Daria, and my man, Thorn! I am well attached to that goober, and his friendship with Daria makes me really happy 🥹

Can’t wait to share more!

One Call Away - Pt. 1

Summary: Thorn wants Fox to find love, and he’s counting on Daria to make it happen. An unstoppable force is about to meet an immovable object.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Daria Trace (OC)

Rating: G (later chapters will get spicy 👀)

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2886

Written to: The Archer by Taylor Swift

Massive shoutout to @deejadabbles not only for taking the first/last look but also encouraging me so much. Wouldn’t have made it without her 🥰

Matchmaking for the clones was nothing like matchmaking for the smarmy elites of Coruscant. The most noticeable difference was the way they showed their gratitude after a successful match. Daria had received expensive bottles of whiskey, opera tickets and even furs from clients. The gifts were accompanied by generic messages clearly written by their aides, and while Daria wouldn’t say no to good whiskey or a fun night at the theatre, the gifts were perfunctory in nature.

The clones, however, showed their appreciation with their hearts. Daria had received flowers clearly stolen from someone’s greenhouse that perfectly matched her lavender hair, gift cards for iced coffee, all manner of fidgets to keep her occupied, and her favorite, new photos of them with their new partners.

Commander Thorn in particular was immensely grateful for his new girlfriend, but when he’d come by bearing a gift he’d also had a request.

“I’m always happy to see you Thorn, but I’m curious as to why you have a knife in my office,” Daria said, eyeing the blade Thorn was twirling around.

“You like to keep your hands busy, right? So you can learn to spin this, and eventually how to throw it,” he replied with a mischievous grin. “Your hands will never be bored again.”

“A bold claim,” she said, following the knife’s movements. There was something alluring about such a dangerous plaything in motion, and she found her fingers twitching in anticipation. “Ok, I’ll try it.”

“That’s my girl!” He brought the knife to an abrupt stop offering it to her handle first.

Daria took the knife and began slowly moving it through her fingers. Thorn watched her work out the best way, as her hand was much smaller than his, and bare. After one minute, the knife was flipping through her fingers quickly and smoothly.

“Kriff, this is really fun,” she confessed quietly. She couldn’t play with it around other people, unless she was hoping to intimidate them, but when she was alone it would definitely be in heavy rotation amongst her other toys. “Thank you, Thorn.”

“You’re welcome, and now for the part where I beg for assistance.”

Daria stopped the knife, placing it on her desk with a decisive click.

“She does not wish to receive heart-shaped jewelry, so go back to the drawing board on that one,” Daria said after a moment of scrutiny.

“Wha-, how did you-?” Thorn stammered. Daria’s uncanny ability to snatch up threads of thought still left him speechless every time. But he was a man on a mission, and recovered quickly. “Consider the jewelry scrapped. I need to bring someone to you. He needs your help.”

Daria’s dark brown eyes lit up instantly. A smile played around her full lips, as she grabbed her datapad.

“You’ve got my attention,” she said with a raised brow.

“Excellent. It’s my ori’vod, Fox,” Thorn said, his face growing serious.

“Marshal Commander ‘Fall in line or fuck off’ Fox?” Daria asked.

Thorn nodded, “That’s the one. He practically lives in his office still, and he needs someone to get him out. Someone that makes him want to take his days off. Someone who he can’t intimidate. Who won’t take his shit.”

“You want me to find someone who’s not intimidated by the most intimidating authority figure on the planet? Possibly in the quadrant?”

“You’re Daria Trace. You found someone that made Wolffe smile. Not a ‘last thing you see before you die’ smile, but an ‘I’m so in love’ smile,” Thorn said, his bright eyes soft and hopeful.

“While everything you just said is true,” Daria conceded. “Commander Wolffe wanted my help. I feel like Commander Fox will toss me in a holding cell, if I so much as suggest he needs my assistance finding a date.”

“But he does,” Thorn insisted. “Just meet him. If he’s hopeless, he’s hopeless. If he’s not, promise me you’ll find someone for him.”

Daria adored the clones, but the way they wielded those big brown eyes was brutal. It was nearly impossible to deny them anything in one’s power.

“Bring him in,” she said finally, caving to Thorn’s masterful tooka eyes.

“Wizard! I knew you’d be up for it,” He cheered. “This means the world to me, Daria. He deserves to live his life.”

“You all do,” she assured him. “I promise I’ll do all I can. Now put on your helmet and get out of my office.”

Thorn shot her a winning smile, and left with a pep in his step. The door had barely closed behind him before Daria was researching Fox on the holonet while she twirled her new vibroblade.

***

Fox never thought he would miss the rules that led all of his vode to keep their relationships under wraps, but then Right to Love set up shop. He now had a battalion of love struck shock troopers, who couldn’t stop going on and on about their new partners, and their matchmakers.

Everywhere he went it was:

“Tarsi changed my life.”

“I owe Yen everything.”

“Daria is a miracle worker.”

Daria Fucking Trace. She was Thorn’s favorite, and he’d been bugging Fox to come and meet her ever since his first date with his now girlfriend. Every three to five business days, he’d be back at it again. Fox loved seeing his brothers happy, and thriving. Especially Thorn, even though he was testing Fox’s patience.

Fox had made the mistake of saying Thorn’s lunch looked tasty, and he’d eagerly explained his girlfriend made it for him, and Fox could have homemade lunches with love notes too, if he would just meet Daria.

“Look, Fox, I know you’re very attached to your nocturnal, work is my life persona, but we’re free men now,” Thorn said before biting into his lunch, humming with joy at the taste. “We deserve to be happy. Especially you, vod.”

“Free or not, we still have a job to do. One of us has to stay focused, so the rest can go off with pretty nat borns,” Fox countered, sipping on an iced caf.

“You should be out with pretty nat borns too. Why are you punishing yourself?”

“I’m not punishing myself. I’m just too busy for a relationship. Someone has to keep this place in order. As Marshal Commander,” Fox began.

“As Marshal Commander,” Thorn mocked with an exaggerated voice. “Just go with me to meet her. If it doesn’t work, I’ll kriff off. But if she can find you a nice young woman or man to get the stick out of your ass…”

“Will you leave me the kriff alone if I say yes?” Fox demanded.

“Yes! For a time.”

“And I won’t have to hear about Daria Trace for the next 30 rotations minimum?”

“Sure thing…but you’ll go?” Thorn looked so excited, even Fox felt himself melting a little. His soft spot for Thorn would never harden it seemed.

“Fine. Set it up.”

“YES!” Thorn cheered before taking a victorious bite of his lunch, grinning as he chewed.

***

Daria waltzed to the lobby promptly at 1259 hours, and found Blizzard obsessively straightening his desk.

“What are you doing, Blizz?” She asked with barely concealed amusement.

“The Commander Fox is coming here. I just want everything to be perfect.” He leaned closer and offered in a conspiratorial whisper, “He’s so kriffing cool. Total badass. I’m equally terrified and in awe.”

“Is that so?” Daria asked with a grin.

Blizzard nodded, and opened his mouth to say more, but at 1300 hours on the dot the door was opening to admit Commander Thorn with Commander Fox in tow.

Thorn always brought wonderful energy into any space, and Daria found his presence comforting if a bit wild.

Fox’s energy was an entirely different story. Contained, but utterly commanding with the fiercest protective intent. She couldn’t focus on anything else no matter how she tried, but the part that surprised her was the blissful feeling of being utterly secure. Safe. Relaxed.

Her constant desire to fidget was quelled. Her fingers rested in her pockets. Her weight held in place rather than shifting. Her heart was steady, calm.

Is this what other people feel like all of the time? Daria thought, offering a dazzling smile to the pair of commanders.

Thorn, never being one for ceremony, scooped Daria up into a bear hug, squishing her against his armored chest until she wheezed in protest.

“I’m happy to see you too,” she coughed out, as he placed her back on her feet.

“I forget how tiny and soft you are,” Thorn said as though he was amused.

“Scientists and therapists under 5’7” aren’t known for breeding kids of the blaster-toting, knife-gifting variety,” Daria said, lifting one expertly arched brow.

“It’s ok, Daria, we can’t all be perfect,” Thorn said, pulling his helmet off, and shaking his curls free. “This is Commander Fox. Fox, this is Daria Trace. The miracle matchmaker.”

“Is that what you’ve been telling people about me?” Daria asked, her face warming up instantly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Commander. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m sure my exploits were greatly exaggerated. Especially coming from my dear little brother,” Fox said, his tone bored, and drier than Tatooine.

Oh this will be fun. Daria thought.

“Well, I’ll let you do your thing, and find Fox a wife or a husband. He’s not picky,” Thorn said with a smirk. “He can’t be with that face.”

The modulator did nothing to hide the sigh of sheer exhaustion from Fox.

“You have the same…clone humor. I should have expected nothing less from you,” Daria said with a soft laugh.

“Don’t indulge him,” Fox said tilting his head at her disapprovingly.

“Sorry. Follow me,” Daria said, with a laugh.

Fox followed the matchmaker down the hall. Everything about her said she’d never followed a rule in her life. From her mismatched earrings to the way she walked like there was music playing only she could hear. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes, the way her rich voice wrapped around the word Commander like the concept of authority amused her. It was completely unsurprising that Thorn was fond of her.

Reaching her office, Fox scanned the room quickly. A wall devoted to her successful matches no doubt, as he saw several of his brothers’ faces, including Thorn and Wolffe. There were a number of small toys scattered across Daria’s desk. Fox counted 10. Some brightly colored, some durasteel, and before she could stash it in a drawer…

“Is that a vibroblade?” he asked, folding his arms, as he took a seat at her desk.

“Gift from Thorn,” she said, closing the drawer where she kept the weapon turned fidget toy.

“Don’t cut yourself with it,” Fox said. “It’ll be a mountain of paperwork when you have to explain to a doctor how a matchmaker got stabbed with a vibroblade.”

“Don’t lose sleep over it, Commander,” Daria said, whipping the knife out of the drawer and spinning it quickly through her fingers while keeping her eyes on his visor.

“How long have you been practicing that?”

“Every free moment for 3 rotations,” she confessed.

Fox shook his head. That tracked.

“You didn’t come all the way here to discuss my knife skills. You need a date.”

“I’m only doing this to get Thorn off of my ass,” Fox said, folding his arms, and sitting back in the chair across from Daria.

“Ah so you’d like to hang out in my office, kill an hour, and then go back and pretend I’m a fake?” Daria asked, with a raised brow.

“Something like that.”

Daria laughed, and Fox noted the sound was pleasant, infectious. “Nope. My professional reputation is as sparkling as your service record, Commander.”

“Please. This is guess work at best,” He argued.

“Oh yeah? Try me.”

“How?” He asked.

“Talk to me.”

“That’s what I’m doing now.”

Daria released a sigh, and fixed him with a look. “I mean about something real like why Thorn is so invested in your love life.”

“Because he’s a nosy little brother. As an only child, you wouldn’t know about that,” He said, relaxing his arms, as he made himself comfortable. He was disappointed when his revelation was met with a satisfied little grin instead of surprise.

“I hope you found something more interesting than that in my background check,” She said, placing her elbows on the desk, and resting her chin on her crossed fingers.

“Perhaps. I’d never show all of my cards right away, Trace,” He said with a light shrug. “And neither would you.”

You wanna play hardball, let’s play. She thought.

“Ok, you think I'm a fraud; I think you’re afraid.”

The lightest shift in energy in the room told Daria she’d struck a nerve.

“What makes you think that?” He asked, keeping his voice professional and even.

“A very long list of things that I couldn’t get through with 2 full rotations devoted to you, so let’s split my lunch, Thorn’ll think we did the whole thing, and you can go back to pretending you’re happy.” Reaching into her bottom desk drawer, Daria pulled out her lunch, and set about portioning out half for Fox.

“Here,” She said, passing him half of her pasta, and half of a large pastry.

He’d been on the verge of declining and walking out, but he was absolutely starving, and it looked so delicious. Especially the pastry. His sweet tooth wouldn’t let him say no. He accepted the food, and watched as Daria got comfortable in her chair, one leg tucked beneath her, as she started eating.

There was a light hiss, as Fox unsealed and removed his helmet. He was acutely aware of the matchmaker’s gaze, as she took in his features. He could hear her mentally noting the differences between him and his brothers. The scar on his nose, his curls held back by a red headband, the dark circles under his eyes.

He shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth, and resisted humming in pleasure. Of course it’s delicious. Perfect. He thought, annoyed.

“Good?” She asked, swallowing her current bite, and looking hopeful.

“Yeah,” He confessed. “I don’t really make time to cook.”

“I’d be more surprised if you did.”

They continued to eat in a surprisingly companionable silence until Fox bit into the pastry. Fuck, ok. He thought.

“I’m not pretending I’m happy,” he blurted out before taking another bite of the fluffy treat.

“I didn’t peg you for a liar, Commander.”

“I’m not lying,” He shot back, brow furrowed.

“You were bred for war, told you’d see the stars, and got stuck in this corrupt skughole,” Daria said, twirling noodles onto her fork. “Your life is your own now, but you insist on clinging to what you know because it’s safe, simple, comforting.”

“You don’t have a sense of duty, clearly,” Fox said with a roll of his eyes.

“No, I do. I just also believe that my life is mine, and feeling fulfilled is important. That can look different for different people,” she replied. “Do you feel fulfilled?”

He stared down at his food for a moment. “You’re irritating, did you know that?”

“I’ve heard it a few times.”

After another long moment, Fox confessed, “Maybe coming home to someone wouldn’t be terrible, but they’d have to understand the job comes first. My hours aren’t normal, and I don’t dance.”

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” Daria said, scooping up her datapad and making some notes while she munched on half of the pastry. “Do you like animals?”

“No.”

“This is going to take forever, if you keep lying to me,” she said without missing a beat as she marked yes.

“How do you do that? It’s exhausting,” Fox snapped, shoving the last bite of pastry into his mouth.

“It’s always been like that,” Daria looked up then, and fixed him in her gaze. “You have a sweet tooth. It’s bad.”

“So find me a baker.”

“It’s not that easy.”

After another hour of getting raked over the coals by the matchmaker, Daria escorted Fox back to the lobby.

“I’ll call you,” she said with a mysterious little smile. “Bye, Thorn.”

“Bye, Daria. Thank you,” Thorn called as she made her way back down the hallway.

Fox watched her go before slipping out of the front door and taking a deep breath once it had closed behind him.

“She’s amazing, right?” Thorn asked, joining him.

Fox pulled on his helmet. “She’s as obnoxious as you without the shared DNA to make it tolerable.”

“Whatever, you love me,” Thorn said, as he donned his own helmet. “Let’s go get food. I’m starving.”

“I already ate. Go take your girlfriend to a food stand, and I’ll see you in a little while,” Fox ordered.

“Sir, yes, sir,” Thorn replied, taking off towards the train.

Alone with his thoughts, Fox wandered back towards the barracks.

Daria Fucking Trace was an absolute menace. There was no doubt about it.

***

No less than 15 minutes after Fox’s departure, Daria was twirling her blade, and flipping through profiles. No one currently in the system would suit the salty Commander, but she was determined to find someone who could make that man smile. He might have been hard on the outside, but those soft insides deserved someone who would cherish him.

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Mushy Reunion - Alex Morgan & Charlie x Reader

Prompt: Definitely more Alex with Y/N and Charlie...maybe one where reader is away, and Charlie is really missing her and vice versa? Alex sets up some sort of surprise to see her while she’s away.

Notes: Set in the #sweaterthief universe. I also tweaked the prompt slightly.

As soon as Alex and Charlie entered the board room, the toddler took off towards the familiar group of soccer players. Plowing between legs, she tilted her chin up, searching for her favourite player, disappointed when she couldn’t be seen.

“What’s up goober?” Sonnett squatted down when she noticed the little girls excitement quickly leave.

“No Y/N,” Charlie pouted, dropping her chin to her chest and crossing her arms.

Alex joined the group, kneeling down to rub Charlies back.

“Remember sweetie, Y/N isn’t going to be here for a couple days.”

“Want Y/N!” Charlie stomped her foot, eyebrows creasing as her pout deepened.

Y/N would be joining the rest of the team in a few days, she was coming late because of a few different photo shoots and meetings with her sponsors.

“I know you do Charlie, but she can’t be here for a couple days, but then you get to see her the whole time at camp!” Alex tried to sooth. “I know you miss Y/N; she misses you too and can’t wait to see you. We can call her as soon as we go to our room.”

Charlie perked up at the prospect of getting to call Y/N.

“Hey favourite Morgan!” Aliie called as she approached. “And Alex.” She added on with a smirk.

Alex rolled her eyes at her friend. Allie came closer to the pair as Alex stood with Charlie in her arms.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you, favourite Morgan,” Allie continued to smirk, hiding her hands behind her back.

“Supwise?” Charlie questioned, lifting her head off Alex’s shoulder. Alex looked at the midfielder, not knowing about a surprised; Allie just winked.

“Yupp! Just for you! Ready?”

“I like supwise! Yes!” the toddler eagerly nodded her head.

Allie pulled a sweater from behind her back.

“Y/N wanted me to give you this,” Allie unfolded the sweater, showing Y/N’s number on the sleeve.

Alex tightened her grip to avoid dropping Charlie as she lunged forward for the sweater. As soon as she had it in her hands, Alex knelt down to help her put the sweater on. Charlie smiled, only her mouth and chubby cheeks  showing with the hood dipping over her eyes.

Alex had no idea that Y/N would be sending one of her sweaters with Allie in her place. She couldn’t help but feel the incredible amount of love she had for girlfriend. The simple action meant more to the small girl more than anyone could know.

“Let’s go to our room and we can give Y/N a call,” Alex slid the hood off Charlie’s head, only for the girl pull it back up, similar how Y/N wore hers  

Charlie eagerly nodded her head, hood flopping at the motion, taking off towards the elevator. The rest of the soccer players laughing at the excitement.

“I think it’s time to accept none of you will ever be the favourite,” Alex called over her shoulder, trailing behind her daughter.

Mother and daughter made their way to their room, Charlie bouncing up and down, unable to contain her excitement.

As soon as they made her way into the room, Charlie was reaching for Alex’s phone to call Y/N. Alex laughed, pulling Charlie to sit on the bed with her as she pulled out her phone to Facetime Y/N.

Alex could feel Charlie trembling in anticipation while they waited for Y/N to pick up the call.

“Hey guys!” Y/N greeted, large smile on her face.

“Look at my sweatah!” Charlie called out immediately, tugging the chest of the sweater up to show Y/N.

“Look at your sweater!” Y/N matched the toddlers enthusiasm. “That looks like one of mine.” she acted surprised., shooting Alex a sly wink.

“It is one of yours!” Charlie said, shoving the sleeve of the sweater into the camera for Y/N to see her own number.

“What do you say to Y/N for the sweater?” Alex prompted.

“Tank you!” Charlie snuggled her back into Alex. “When you come to camp?” she asked, cocking her head to one side.

“Not for a couple more days kiddo,” Y/N said softly. “But I’ll be there before you know it!” She attempted to cheer the little girl up who had quickly pouted.

Charlie huffed and flopped back more into Alex. Her disappointment at not seeing Y/N very apparent.

The three continued to talk until Alex needed to go down for a meeting; Y/N and Charlie dominating most of the conversation, Alex mostly sitting there watching the pair with a smile on her face.

For the remainder of the evening and most of the next day, Charlie remained quiet and surprisingly subdued for the normally energetic toddler. The other players all tried to bring her out of her funk, but Alex knew Y/N would be the only person able to cheer the toddler up. Charlie walked around the entire time in Y/N’s sweater, refusing to take it off at any point.

Y/N had done everything she could to try and switch her photo shoots, unfortunately with no luck. Alex did her best to try and cheer up both her girlfriend and daughter, each equally pouty about the extended separation.

With the time difference Y/N would stay up late to ensure she could read to Charlie before bed; Alex setting her iPad up on a pillow, letting Y/N softly read until Charlie would fall asleep.

“Come on pouty pants, you’re worse than the three year old,” Alex teased the second night.

“Am not!” Y/N argued back, brows furrowed and bottom lip protruding.

“Right, that was such a sound argument,” Alex just laughed. She found it adorable how connected the two were. It had been a concern when the two women had gotten together, that Y/N and Charlie wouldn’t mesh well, she had nothing to worry about at all. The two had immediately clicked, the pair all smiles and giggles every time they’re together.

Except now, this was the longest the two had been separated. It was expected that Charlie would be pouting this much, not understanding why Y/N wasn’t there. Alex however, had not anticipated having Y/N match the level of pouting the three year old was doing.

“I just miss her Al,” Y/N outright pouted this time, Alex cocking her eyebrow. “And you too,” She tried to amend. “I miss you too, like sex and your face and stuff. But I miss my little buddy. Being an adult suck.” Y/N full on huffed, flopping into the pillows of her bed.

“Thanks, I miss sex and your face and stuff too,” Alex rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean,” Y/N rolled her eyes in return, too grumpy to defend herself.

“I know babe, you guys can have a big mushy reunion in a couple days,” the forward softened, “We’ll all go aw, it will be adorable, forget I exist, and go off and play.”

“You joke, but that is exactly how it’s going to go,” Y/N perked up.

“Thanks, love you too.”

“Now who’s pouting? Not my fault your kid is cooler than you,” Y/N teased.

“I’m going to bed now; you can pout on your own!”

“I love you!”

While Y/N was upset she didn’t get to see her two favourite people as soon as she wanted, she had worked out her schedule to arrive sooner than Alex knew. Pushing all her other commitments to be back to back, allowing her to get to camp two days earlier than anticipated.

It was hard to keep it to herself every time Charlie would ask when she was coming, bottom lip stuck out, head cocked to the side, looking all kinds of adorable. She knew the surprise would be worth it in the end though.

Y/N had an incredibly early morning flight, it would allow her to get to the hotel just after lunch. She had already talked to some of the staff to help time everything out right. Giving her time to see Alex and Charlie before they would have their afternoon film session.

The next afternoon, fresh from the airport, Y/N got the all clear from one of the staff that Alex and Charlie were distracted at the table. They opened the door and pointed out where they were seated, having made sure both would be facing away from the door.

Y/N slowly walked behind them, motioning at the players facing her to remain quite as she approached. All of them smirking while Alex was distracted by the grumpy toddler.

As Y/N got up behind Charlie, she gently flipped the hood of the sweater over her eyes.

“Hey!” Charlie squealed, fumbling with the hood while trying to turn in the chair at the same time.

The table erupted in laughter, Y/N smiling bright at seeing the two.

Alex helped Charlie removed the hood, holding on to her so she wouldn’t fall off the chair.

“Y/N!” Charlie yelled out excitedly when she saw who the culprit was. She immediately stood on the chair, jumping into Y/N’s waiting arms.

“Charlie!” Y/N caught the girl, tossing her into the air.

Once back down, Charlie snuggled into Y/N’s chest, small hands gripping her shirt as tight as she could. Y/N wrapped her arms around Charlie, pulling her in tight, squeezing her little body to her.

The entire table awed at the adorable reunion the two shared.

“Told you they would all aww,” Alex smirked, standing and wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist.

Y/N unwrapped one arm from Charlie and pulled Alex in closer, leaning in to kiss her lips.

“You stay?” Charlie asked, pulling out slightly, placing both hands on Y/N’s cheeks to look her in the eyes.

“You bet I’m staying kiddo,” Y/N leaned in, blowing on Charlies neck, earning a loud squeal of laughter.

“Does this mean the two of you will stop pouting?” Allie called from across the table.

Y/N stuck her tongue out at the midfielder, Charlie quickly mimicking the action.

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Rosegarden Week 2021: 🌲 Lemon and Strawberry

This one isn’t very shippy, but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway

“Ruby, you can’t wear these!”

Ruby poked her head out of Weiss’s (massive. Oh so massive) walk in closet, frowning.

“Why not?”

Weiss held up and shook the offending garment in her hand, a pair of cotton underpants with smiling strawberry print.

“Because they’re like something a little kid would wear!”

“They’re my comfy pair,” Ruby said, returning to her odyssey through Weiss’s wardrobe.

“Well, you can always lend her a pair,” Yang said, before picking up a porkpie hat and setting it on her head. She blew a kiss at her reflection in the full length mirror.

“I am not about to share my underwear with people,” Weiss said. She’d probably have looked scandalized if she hadn’t known Yang.

“I don’t see what you’re so upset about,” Blake said, “nobody will see her underwear. It’s not that kind of club.”

“But this isn’t just any club,” Weiss said, “This is Fraises et Citrons we’re talking about! Either we show up looking our best or not at all.”

“Gotta admit, I’ve never seen you this wacked out about going anywhere that doesn’t have a string quartet,” Yang said, “Might it have something to do with the fact that you’re going to have three gentlemen on your arm?

Weiss scowled and tossed the happy Strawberry panties at Yang.

“Shut up and dress,” she said.

“You’re such a goober,” Yang said, slipping behind the boudoir.

Weiss sighed and turned to Blake.

“Aren’t you going to dress,” she asked.

“I can dress in under five minutes,” Blake said, not even looking up from her copy of Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, “Plus, I did my hair and make-up before we got here, so I just need my dress.”

She nodded over at the Weiss’s bed, where her violet two piece dress, the one with a sweetheart neckline that she’d bought last week, lay beside Weiss’s own off the shoulder ensemble.

“Not that you need it,” Weiss said, “you could wear a trash bag and Sun would still let you walk all over him.”

“Do you have anything that isn’t white?” Ruby called from inside the closet.

“It’s not all white,” Weiss said, “some of its bone, eggshell, I have a cumulous colored ball gown...”

“Seriously, it’s all white!” Ruby shouted.

Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose as Yang came out from behind the boudoir in a halter dress that matched the Pork pie hat she’d chosen.

“Why couldn’t she have gone stag like you,” she asked.

“The power of love,” Yang said, “and down home cookin’.”

Weiss sighed.

“Ruby,” she called, “look behind section for ivory dresses…”

“IT’S ALL WHITE!”

“LOOK BEHIND THE POOFY DRESSES!”

Weiss took a deep breath and composed herself.

“There should be a box with your name on it. It was going to be for your birthday, but tonight’s an emergency.”

There was a rustling of fabric, then silence. Then, Ruby’s voice, slightly unsure, came from inside the closet.

“Are… are you sure Weiss? I mean, You know how I am with… fancy outfits.”

“Don’t worry,” Weiss said, “I know how you are with heels, so I made sure it came with a pair of flats.”

More rustling fabric and then the closet door opened.

“So, how do I look?”

Blake looked up from her book and smiled, Weiss put her hands on her hips and grinned. Yang made an excited, giggling noise.

“Like you belong at Fraises et Citrons,” she said.

🌲 🌲 🌲

“Lemon print boxers?”

Oscar blushed.

“My Aunt Em gave them to me,” he said.

“Okay, after this, we’re taking you shopping after the club,” Neptune said, “the last thing we need is to look like we only got in because someone pulled strings.”

“Says the man who can’t dance,” Flynt said, moonwalking past him, most likely to drive his point home. He’d already slipped into a black and gunmetal grey pinstripe ensemble that fit him like a glove.

Neptune scowled.

“If you recall, I’m Weiss’s conversation partner. You’re her dance partner.”

“Guys, guys, you’re both pretty,” Sun said, stepping between them, “and if you remember, tonight’s not about us. It’s about the nine of us.”

“Thirteen of us,” Marrow said, slipping a blue blazer on in front of a mirror, “Jaune and the others are meeting us at the club.”

“Wait,” Oscar said, “aren’t we only in because someone pulled strings?”

Flynt shrugged.

“I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“I think we’re losing focus here,” Neptune said, “and that should be helping Oscar mac out.”

“Mac out?”

“Dress to impress. Fraises et Citrons isn’t just a club, it is the club.”

“So, I should wear a uniform?” Oscar asked.

“A uniform isn’t ‘dress to impress.”

“They look impressive to me,” Oscar said.

“I second the notion,” Marrow said, turning away from the mirror, now dressed fully dressed in a Navy blue suit.

“Besides, I’ve heard the ladies love a man in uniform,” Sun said.

“You’re one to talk,” Neptune said, “your tie’s a clip on.”

Sun grinned and gripped the base of his tie, unclipping it.

“I know. Isn’t it great?”

“Besides, no-one will see his underwear,” Marrow said, “Don’t tell me you’ve got red underpants on to match your suit?”

Neptune gestured to his tuxedo.

“The color is madder.”

“What’s the madder?”

“Well, since you asked…”

Neptune stopped, scowling at Sun.

“You’ve been hanging out with Yang way too long.”

“I hang out with all of you,” Sun said, shrugging.

“You know I’m just standing here in my underwear, right guys?”

The four other boys turned to look at Oscar, who was doing his best to look disappointed while in nothing but green boxers with lemons on them.

Neptune turned to Marrow.

“What time is it?”

“7:48.”

“Alright, you guys finish getting ready,” Neptune said, “I’ll make sure Oscar’s switched from Farm Boy to Little Prince mode. Flynt, you’re with me.”

Before Oscar could protest, both Flynt and Neptune had grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him into the walk in closet.

“Between the two of them,” Marrow said, “how fast do you think they’ll be done?”

“Five minutes,” Sun said, “At most.”

Marrow raised an eyebrow at him. Sun gestured to the cream-colored suit he wore.

“They picked this out for me in six seconds flat. I think they might have had it ready in advance.”

Before the two faunus could discuss the implications of buying a gold and cream-colored suit for friends without their knowledge, the doors of the closet swung open.

“May I present,” Neptune said, “Oscar Theodoric Pine.”

Flynt pulled out his trumpet and blew what sounded like royal fanfare.

“My middle name is Frank,” Oscar said.

“Either way,” Flynt said, “you look ready to sweep a certain Rose off her feet.”

Oscar’s cheeks colored.

“Enough talk,” Sun said, “let’s get going. The girls are probably ready by now.”

As the five of them walked out the door, Oscar had to wonder if a suit was all it took to fit in at Fraises et Citrons.

[volleyball-dontknowher]

Showers with Bokuto and Kuroo

WOrds: 2.5k ish 

There is a fluffy part for each of them and a NSFW part for each of them! 

Warnings: Very clearly marked NSFW parts, oral, dom Kuroo

Requests are open!

Bokuto

He likes to shower with you all the time like he doesn’t care how bad he smells (you do because omg he gets sweaty but he luckily doesn’t stink that bad so you deal with it for him) he always pulls you into the shower with him wiith something cute like Y/N I missed you and I want to spend more time with you, come shower with me and he always says it with big eyes and a cute little smile and you literally can’t say no or he gets so sad 

He is totally forgetful and will tell you everything is ready to go and it’s not, he forgot the towels or forgot to turn the water on but he is always super energetic and is willing to go fix it all while he tells you to stay put because he’s got this 

Sometimes in the shower, he is super cuddly and just wants to cling to you and tells you how pretty you are and how much he loves you and how pretty of a family you guys are going to be like he gets so sappy that both of you want to cry and sometimes he is a total goober 

Like Bokuto is going to make you laugh so hard you cry sometimes mimicking other people’s hairstyles with shampoo while doing horrible impressions of them as you roll on the floor laughing and he’s beaming at you so proud that you like his impressions it just depends on the day

Bokuto does surprisingly good impressions of everyone like he just mimics them and their hair so well that you can always guess who it is on the first try 

His hair is so fun to wash because whenever your fingers go through his hair he literally melts like his whole body relaxes and he gets super smiley and clingy like he just loves it so much, he’ll sit down and wrap his arms around you as you shampoo his hair 

He secretly loves when you use your soap on his hair like then he smells like you all day and your conditioner makes his hair so soft that he can’t stop running his fingers through his hair, he would really not spike it up if it was that soft

He is so sweet when he tries to wash your hair for you but he almost never gets it right, he’ll try and put the conditioner in first or won’t rinse it out all the way or just little things but he is super sweet about it and wants to return the favor and eventually gets it right

The way his fingers massage your scalp is so therapeutic like he is so good at it and it always feels so nice that you don’t ever want him to stop 

The more you shower together the more he wants to impress you like he goes from using some horrible 7-in-1 to now having shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and face soap because he doesn’t want you to think that he’s a little kid but now that he has it he loves it like he never knew that washing your face would make it so soft and smooth like he claims that it’s magic

When you are done in the shower he 100% shakes off like a dog before using a towel he just loves the chaos of it 

But he is also a sweet baby and loves to wrap you in your towel and give you lots of kisses 

Loves it if you put on one of his shirts afterward and just cuddle with him like showers make him so sleepy and all he wants to do is curl up with you 

NSFW

Bokuto has endless amounts of energy and shower sex is so perfect like not only is clean up super easy but it’s really hot getting to watch each other strip and you can just get right into it and there are no sheets to clean or anything 

Sometimes you know going into the shower that you are going to have sex because he is all over you kissing you and running his hands over your body slowly taking his time to rub gently at your breasts and tease your hole and sometimes in the shower, he just presses your back up against him and you feel his hard-on and you grind back up against him and from there it’s game on 

Bokuto loves sitting and having you bounce on him because he doesn’t want either of you to slip because he’s heard tons of horror stories about it and with you like that he can have one hand grabbing your butt and the other one grabbing at and playing with your breasts or clit and he enjoys the sight of you so much

He also loves pressing you against the shower wall and fucking you while you grasp onto his shoulders and leave marks on him that only he gets to see later like one time you bit into his shoulder and left a mark and he literally got hard every time he saw it because it just reminded him of you naked and pressed up against him in the shower wet and moaning his name like he can’t think of any better visual than that 

He might show off the marks though like Bokuto would be proud that he has a girl who is that sexy and that good at sex like you better be careful or all of the boys will imagine you naked and wet from how excitedly Bokuto talks about your experiences 

He looks so sexy like that like his hair is already wet and sticking to his forehead and his muscles are glistening and he has a blush on his face the whole time 

He absolutely is loud in the shower like he is going to be moaning and praising you like nothing else like he thinks that you are so hot and just getting to see you naked is so hot and he will smack your ass to just hear how loud it is and then smirk and do it a couple more times because god it’s so hot 

In the shower, Bokuto gets carried away and will leave hickeys up and down your chest because they are right there and he has to show you how great you make him feel and he also wants you to have marks to show from it all like he doesn’t want to be the only one 

He hates cold water though and will pick you up and have your legs wrap around him and carry you both soaking wet to the bedroom to finish what he started (which kinda defeats the whole easy cleanup but he wants to take his time with you if he can) and if he doesn’t have the time to spare he fucks you really hard and has you moaning his name as the sound him pounding into you echos throughout the bathroom 

He is going to love when you suck his dick in the shower like he loves watching the water drip down your naked body as you take him in your mouth like if he was loud before he is going to be damn right obnoxious like he is going to be moaning and praising you at the same time and he gets so turned on that he comes super fast that way and then always has to follow it up with sex because he is already hard again right after he finishes 

Kuroo

OMG showers with him are so hot like he is a wall of just sexy muscles and if you are caught staring at him he is going to make a sarcastic comment about it but then he also loves staring at you and does so with hungry eyes like he is going to eat you up 

I have to say it first he loves his showers super hot and if you don’t he is not going to be down to shower with you because that is a luxury that you do not come in between and he loves his showers a lot like that is his me time and he will sometimes let you in on it

Kuroo also uses soaps that are really nice and smell really good like it is how he pampers himself and is literally so heavenly to smell (I’ll talk about that more in a sec) 

So if you are lucky enough to get into the shower with him he is going to be so sweet and loving like if he needed a shower to himself he would have just taken one but he will go out of his way to have you join him and will be secretly super excited because he trusts you enough to take up some of his personal time and he loves how happy you look in the shower with him like the way that you smile up at him makes him so crazy for you 

In the shower, he is absolutely going to wash your hair for you and even will wash your body for you and he will wash himself no matter how much you offer but he will let you run your fingers through his wet hair and massage his sore muscles because you are really got at helping him get out the knots in his shoulders and back from playing 

Kuroo loves kisses in the shower like he is going to have his hands on your waist and just give you the most delicate loving kisses you can ever get from him like he is a softie for you and really enjoys getting to spend the time with you 

He loves running his fingers through your hair which is why he loves washing it so much because it’s such a sweet and intimate thing to do together like you always get him a little emotional when he gets to do this kind of domestic stuff with you like he gets bashful even and his sarcastic remarks are minimal

Kuroo loves getting you nice smelling soaps like he will be traveling for volleyball and picks up a new scent he wants to share with you in the shower like he loves getting to treat you in that way because he is going to be the only one who gets to smell those on you and it gives him a chance to wash you and see your face light up when he gets something that he really likes 

He also loves getting good smelling soaps for himself because when he smells good you literally cling to him and compliment him about it to no end and while he may tease you like crazy he really does love it and loves how close you get to him 

He gives you a lot of genuine smiles in the shower because you are both so vulnerable and he just loves you a lot and wants you to know how special you are to him like he just imagines a future with you and in these moments it’s clearer than ever 

NSFW:

Okay so for normal showers he gets a little bashful asking you to join him like he asks in some sarcastic ass kinda way but if he wants shower sex with you he is going to go “Y/N. Shower. Now/” and walk into the bathroom and get in waiting for you to get in with him 

This is not going to be loving and sweet sex like it was with Bokuto again showers = stress relief and you are about to be his stress relief and this excites you 

He is a total dom and tells you exactly what he wants you to do and makes you reply with yes sir or yes daddy to everything even if it wasn’t a question 

When you finally get into the shower with him his lips are on yours in a feverish and hungry way eager to start the action as his hands find your breasts and harshly squeeze them several times before he leaves several marks on your body claiming you as his and making sure you repeat who you belong to several times 

He always has you on your knees fucking him off for at least a few minutes like he is going to push you down, grab a fist full of your hair and literally fuck your face like there is no tomorrow enjoying the sight of you trying to both please him and touch yourself at the same time 

The whole time you are doing that he is going to tease the ever-loving fuck out of you with phrases like, “You really are a dumb whore for my dick aren’t you Y/N’ or “Those pretty lips look best wrapped around my cock” and you have to try and respond to him while he 

He is either going to come all over your face or is going to pull out of your mouth and stand you up and start fucking you really hard like he is going to be merciless 

Kuroo doesn’t care if the position is risky because if it feels good then he will make sure that it works, so this will end with your legs wrapped around him bouncing on his length or him pressing you up against the wall and as he makes you moan out his name 

Kuroo is not very vocal during sex like this like he may be getting some and calling you filthy names but he real goal is going to be his pleasure and if you don’t come before he does then you are not going to end up finishing in the shower with him (he makes it up later by eating you out until you orgasm at least three times) but this time is going to be for him like no shame about it you know that getting in with him that you are not the priority 

After he is finished then he is going to go back to you and always praises you for being such a good girl and taking his cock so well and he gives you more loving kisses and washes you off after that before either engaging in the softest aftercare or taking you to bed and fucking you for another couple of rounds making you scream his name even louder than before 

The aftercare is to die for like he sits you down and brushes your hair for you before putting up the way he knows you like for bed and he likes to sit in bed watching movies with you while his limbs are wrapped around you and he gives you lots of kisses on your cheek, head, neck, and shoulders and eventually rests his head on your shoulder and starts talking about all of the things he loves about you in a lazy way with one of his little smirks platered on his face the whole time

[palbabor-writes]

can I have a shoto todoroki x reader where the reader is giving him the silent treatment for some reason (he hurt her feelings on accident or forgot something important, like a date or something, whatever you come up with (: ) and he’s freaking out about it wondering what he did wrong? tysm 😌

hello, hello! apologies for making you wait so long, but at long last, here is poor Shōto, trying his best to work his way through this unfortunate predicament he’s landed himself in. 

warnings: none, rated o for oblivious 

You’d been a little quiet lately. 

But, on the whole, that wasn’t too unusual. Everyone needs time to themselves, Shōto knows that and he respects the lull in your texts, the absence of your afternoon phone calls. You’re a busy side-kick and he’s got his own hectic rotations of hero work to shuffle through, too. 

Sure, he tells himself, trying to resist peering at his phone for the millionth time, you’re just busy or you’re feeling overwhelmed. He gets that. 

He doesn’t want to pester you, so he lets the radio silence linger, even though it’s starting to make him feel a little on edge. The two of you have been dating since he graduated from UA. And, what does that make it now, a little over a year? Yeah, that sounds about right. He really likes you, enough to bring you over to meet his sister and his older brother. You’d made a great impression on them and Fuyumi kept asking him when he was going to introduce you to their father. 

Soon, he lied, ducking from her bright smile. 

It’s not that he thinks you’d mesh poorly with his father, no, you’d be wonderful, like you always are, he’s just not wanting to go to the trouble. Not with him. 

Deep down he knows it’s just because he doesn’t want to make Endeavor think he’s giving him a fucking inch. He couldn’t care less what his old man thought about you. Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t know about the two of you. He’s a pro hero, he’s got connections everywhere. So, no. Shōto doesn’t want to introduce you to his father. Endeavor knows you exist and he knows his youngest son his dating you. Yeah, that’s more than enough acknowledgement to go around, and it’s more than Endeavor deserves. 

Shōto knows he has your support and affection and, for now, that’s all the approval he needs. It’s all he’s ever needed, really.  

Things have been going so well, but he can’t shake that ominous feeling that keeps creeping over him. 

It’s like there’s something he’s missed. His troubled mood doesn’t fit with the beauty of the spring that’s broken over Japan. No, it’s too gloomy, too dark without you by his side. He can remember the day he’d given you his number and asked you out. It had been under this sprawling cherry tree and you’d looked so happy. It made him ache a little bit, to see you like that. Crazy it’s already been a year, time really does fly when you’re with someone you like.  

Wait. 

He forgot to clock out. Eh, he can just send a message to one of the other sidekicks at his father’s agency. They know he can be a bit forgetful, so they’ll understand. 

Now, let’s see if you’ll answer a text. He’s famished. He’s worked another 12 hour shift and put in some extra training, so he’s praying you’ll get back to him before he has to resort to going to a soba stand. Not that he’d mind getting some cold soba, but food always seems to taste better when he can share it with you. 

After he sends you that text, he paces around one of the local parks, talking with a few locals and signing some autographs. Even though he’s making waves of his own now, his biggest claim to fame is being Endeavor’s son. He tries to not let the annoyance of his birthright bother him, but it does get frustrating when that’s the main comment he hears. 

His phone vibrates and he excuses himself from a conversation with an older pro he’d run into, tugging his phone from his back pocket. It’s a text and it’s from you.

Shōto swipes across the screen and smiles at your answer. You had some time and you’d love to get some food. Perfect.

The restaurant he’d picked is quiet and tucked away from the main streets, but they had some killer courses, so he’s hoping you’ll like it. He’s already sitting at a back booth when you arrive. You give him a quiet smile and step toward him, a small gift bag in your hand. Huh, that’s odd, he thinks, scooting over so you can slip in beside him. 

The two of you chat for a bit, going over your day and letting him softly retell a recent capture he’d done a few days before. He can’t believe he hasn’t had a chance to tell you yet. The time you two have spent apart has been long, too long, if he’s honest and he doesn’t like that he let it drag on. Anyway, it was one of his first successful solo missions and he’s so pleased by the proud grin you gift him. He likes to make you smile and he would love to see another one, but something still seems to be bothering you. 

“You ok?” Shōto asks, his eyes tracing over the contours of your face, looking for some kinda clue.

“Sure,” you reply, but your voice still has that little hiccup, that shading of irritation. 

“Do you not like the food? Or, did something else happen today? I know it’s been awhile since we’ve had a chance to get some dinner together, or to talk much, but my schedule should change next month, so that’ll give us some extra time.” He’s grasping at straws, at anything, but that arched brow of yours makes him prattle on, his uncertainty mounting. 

“Um, are you worried about that team up? You mentioned it a few weeks ago, but I haven’t had a chance to look into that agency. At least, not that way I want to. No? Er, Fuyumi said she might reach out to you again. She asked if you had anything planned. She didn’t want to, um, give it away when we were talking. Whatever it is. I didn’t know what she meant, but I figured the two of you-”

“You really don’t remember, huh?”

Your voice has dropped the edge and you’re shaking your head, lowering your chopsticks and fixing him with a pointed stare.

“Remember? Remember what?” Shōto questions, tilting his head so the snowy side of his hair trails against his shoulder. Was there something you’d told him to do? He can’t recall anything. You’d said something about celebrating, a few days ago, before all the communication had broken down, but he wasn’t sure if you were meaning celebrating something with him, or if there was an event at your agency. You’d been there for a year. He knew they’d gotten you a cake. What...

You’re still looking at him and he ducks his head, fiddling with his food, trying to rack his overworked brain for some kinda clue. Ok. It’s springtime. That means it’s not your birthday, not yet. It’s not his birthday, that passed in January. So what...

His eyes land on that bag you’d carried in. It’s a nice green color and the tissue paper is white and crisp. Does someone else have a birthday? 

“Oh my God,” you say, a laugh bursting from your lips. “Shōto, really? I mean, I guess I should be happy you just forgot. Honestly, I was thinking you didn’t want to acknowledge it, or something. I know it’s just been a year, but it kinda hurt my feelings when you didn’t even mention it. You’d taken me to meet your siblings and then you’d mentioned me in that interview, so I was thinking that you were going to plan something for it. But I guess...God, Shōto, has it really not clicked yet?”

You don’t sound angry, a little disappointed maybe, but he’s glad he’s not upset you too badly. He needs to slow down and think. It’s springtime and you’re here with him, talking about milestones in your relationship and you have a gift and...

Oh.

“It’s our anniversary. Well, it was. I missed it,” he says, ducking his head and clenching his fingers into his palms. Damn it, damn it, damn it. How could he forget that? All day, hell, all week, he’s been thinking about you, about how you’d met. How could he be so dense?

“Awe,” you smile, leaning toward him and giving him a peck on the cheek, “there it is. God, you’re lucky I like you so much. I still can’t believe it took you this--”

Shōto doesn’t let you finish that thought, lifting your lips up to his and kissing you until you can’t breathe, trying to pour all of his apologies and embarrassment into the caress. He could have lost you, he thinks, sucking on your lower lip and slotting you against him, not caring who sees the two of you. He’s never, ever going to make this mistake again. No, he’s going to engrave that date on every surface until all he can think about is you and him. 

Notes: He’s such a goober and I love how dense that boy is. Honestly, it’s not his fault, since he was kinda raised under an Endeavor shaped boulder and I adore his awkwardness. I could see him totally doing something like this, too.      

Anywoo, sorry this took so, so long ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[toothpastecanyon]

A Name From the Mailbox, Chapter 1

Dipper finds out the author's name before Not What He Seems. It's not the person he expected.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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“Step right up to the Mystery Shack, folks! Name’s Stanford Pines, Mr Mystery!”

Dipper looked up as Stan came through the door. He watched his uncle shoot him a winning grin before turning it on a group of unsuspecting tourists.

“This right here’s the gift shop! I know this kinda place is usually the last stop at your museum or whatever, but we do it different here, folks! Look around; everything’s weird, and it’s for sale! Buy something. Seriously, we’re not moving on till everyone buys something.”

He looked at the tourists milling about the counters, and jumped slightly when Stan appeared next to him.

“How’s it hanging, kid?”

“Wh-what?”

“You look like you seen a ghost or a shower or something.” Stan flipped up his eyepatch. “You been staying up too late again? I told you you were working the till today.”

He stared at his uncle’s face. Underneath the table, his hands clenched a piece of paper.

“Uh, Grunkle Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I… can I ask you somethi-“

“Hey, tourists coming your way.” Stan jumped up. “Tell me after the tour, eh?”

“But-“ Dipper watched him walk off. He made a face, and looked down to the note in his hands he’d taken from a mailbox in the woods.

WHO IS THE AUTHOR? It read.

THE AUTHOR OF THE JOURNALS IS STANFORD FILBRICK PINES.

“You like that shirt, kid? If you throw in another one, I’ll make it two for the price of three!” Stanford Pines stood before the line, leaning on his cane. “No refunds!”

    Dipper frowned.

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    “There’s no way he’s the author.”

    “Aww, c’mon, Dipper!” Mabel swung her feet as she sat on her bed. “You said the same thing about McGucket, and look what happened there! Maybe Grunkle Stan really wrote it?” She grinned. “Maybe he knows about unicorns! We should ask him, Dipper! Dipperrrr!”

    Dipper stood in front of his corkboard. He pressed Stan’s picture against the centre, and then hesitated. “It just… it doesn’t line up. If he’s the author, what’s the deal with the six fingers? And the whole Mystery Shack thing - why would he just drop all his research to open a tourist trap in the middle of nowhere?”

    “Maybe he’s doing it in secret?”

    “Maybe, but… it just doesn’t make sense that it’s him.” He rolled his eyes at the photo of Stan posing with his wax twin. “I thought that the author was gonna be someone who actually likes the supernatural, for one. Stan doesn’t even want to talk about it with me.”

    Mabel watched him sigh, and slump against the bedrest. She came over, and put a hand on his shoulder.

    “Hey, bro, maybe you should tell him!”

    “Why? It took raising the dead for him to admit magic exists at all. I don’t think he’d admit to it even if he was the author.”

    “Oh, yeah, karaoke night! We should do that again!” She giggled at his expression. “I’m joking, goober. But really, you should just ask him. He promised to be more honest with us, right? Maybe if he knows you know, he’ll know it’s okay to let you know what he knows, you know?”

    “What he promised was that he wouldn’t keep any more secrets,” Dipper muttered, but he rose to his feet. “Fine. I guess it’s worth asking first. You think he’s in the living room?”

“Yeah, I saw him watching that weird fancy soap opera when I went to find Waddles. He tried to change the channel before I saw it, but he can’t hide anything from me!”

“Apparently, he can.” Dipper picked up the journal, stared at it for a moment, then put it under his arm. “Let’s go, Mabel.”

The two of them made their way down the stairs, and into the hallway. The light of the TV left a harsh glow on the floorboards as they stepped into the living room. Stan was sitting there in the dark; Dipper looked at his face, and for a moment he really tried to imagine Stan as the author, as the man who’d spent years in the forests of Gravity Falls, who’d made dozens of intricate illustrations and detailed notes on the oddities within…

Then Stan met his eyes, and he jumped. Stan jumped too, and quickly changed the channel.

“Oh, kids! I was looking for something to watch, but there’s, uh, nothing on.” He coughed. “You wanna put on a movie, or something?”

“Ooo, Dream Boy High!”

“Mabel!” Dipper shot her a look. “That’s not why we came down here.”

“Awww…”

“Oh yeah?” Stan scratched his chest. “What’s up, kid?”

Dipper took a deep breath. He clenched the journal against his chest. “Uh, Grunkle Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“You know the, uh, the journal, right?” He watched Stan’s face carefully. “I’ve spent - we’ve spent, um, all summer so far trying to figure out who the author of it is, and - you’ve lived in Gravity Falls all your life, right?”

“More or less.” He frowned. “Why? I told you, I don’t know nothing about that spooky journal of yours.”

“But we’re starting to think you do, Grunkle Stan! We think… you’re the author!” He waited for Stan to say something, but he just furrowed his brow and turned up the TV. “We found this - this mailbox in the woods that knows everything, and we asked it who the author was and it said Stanford Pines!”

Then Dipper saw it: a flash of something across Stan’s face. He stared at Dipper for a moment with wide, shaken eyes, and Dipper blinked.

“It… it’s true! You are the author!”

“Stanford…?” Stan shook his head. “Kid, I’m not the author.”

“But-“

“You found this out from what, a mailbox in the woods? Oh yeah, that’s a real smoking gun.” He chucked, but now Dipper heard something distinctly forced in it. “You really, heh, really found me out!”

“But Grunkle Stan-”

Stan stood up quickly. “Hah, listen, kid, the only thing I’ve been writing for thirty years is attraction signs, and I pawn most of that off on Soos! You really think I’ve got time to wander off into the forest and write all the stuff that journal’s talking about? I got a business to run!”

“But it was an all-knowing mailbox, it couldn’t be wrong…” Dipper clicked his pen. “What about that boarded-up room in the shack, with the mind-switching carpet? That doesn’t make sense, someone had to have made that, and you said you had this Shack built yourself!” He followed Stan into the kitchen. “And hey, why’d you build it so far out of town anyway? And right next to the secret bunker and where this journal was hidden?”

“Secret bunker?” Stan raised an eyebrow. “When’d you kids go down a secret bunker?”

“Like a week ago!” Mabel grinned. “We fought a shapeshifter and Dipper’s inner emotions!”

He frowned. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you kids went down in some spooky bunker? I thought you promised not to go looking for trouble with that journal!”

“And I thought you promised you didn’t have any more secrets!”

“And I don’t!” Stan shook his head. “Yeesh, kid, I mean, I don’t know what to tell you! I’m not your nerdy author!”

“But-”

He grabbed the journal. “And I’m taking this stupid thing.”

“Hey, Grunkle Stan!”

“I should’ve done it the second I laid eyes on it. You kids get into enough trouble without a literal roadmap to all the weirdness in this place.”

“No! You can’t do that!” Dipper clenched his fists. “Give it back!”

“Whoa, Dipper, calm down, alright?” He stashed the journal under his arm. “Look, it’s for your own good. Your head’s getting way too wrapped up in this mystery stuff; I think you could do with a break.”

“But I’m so close to getting to the bottom of all the big secrets of this town! You can’t take it away now!”

“I’m sorry, kid, but I just can’t trust you with it!” He tried for a grin. “C’mon, how’s about we have some real summer fun rather than this conspiracy junk? Y’know, put on some popcorn, throw on a show… heck, I’ll even let you pick. Don’t get used to it, alright?” He chuckled. “So, what do you say, kids?”

“Yeah!” Mabel looked to her brother. “You should pick Dream Boy High, Dipper! Dipper?”

Dipper looked up at his Grunkle’s face for a moment, took a deep breath, and then spoke. “I say,” he started, “I’m gonna go to my room, and I’m gonna find out what you’re hiding from me, journal or no journal!”

Then he turned and walked out of the room. Stan watched him go, then looked to Mabel, who shrugged.

“I guess he’s not up for it tonight? Anyway, I’ll get the popcorn on, Grunkle Stan-”

“Hey, hey, hold your horses.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “You know, it’s gettin’ late and all. Let’s do this some other time, okay?”

“Oh, really?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “You just want to watch your old man soap opera, don’t you!”

“Heh, sure.” His smile faded a bit. “That’s my secret.”

“Okayyy, but I say we are gonna watch Dream Boy High together this summer!” She gave him a hug. “Night, Grunkle Stan.”

“Night, pumpkin.”

She made her way towards the doorway, and then stopped. “Oh, and Grunkle Stan?”

“Yeah?”

There was a pause. “Are you the author?”

“What?” He blinked. “No. I have no idea what Dipper’s talking about.”

Mabel grinned. “Yeah, I kinda thought so. It sounded really cool, but can’t see you writing that journal.” She looked up at him. “You sure you don’t know anything about unicorns, though?”

“No, kid. I had a horse with a cone taped on its butt once, though. The Corniune!”

Mabel giggled, and they both shared a laugh at that. She stepped away.

“You’re silly, Grunkle Stan. Love you, enjoy your old man show!”

“Goodnight,” Stan said, and watched her skip up the steps. He heard the attic door open and shut, and then sighed. The smile fell from his face, and he stood up, brushed himself off, and looked down at the journal in his hands.

Six golden fingers gleamed at him from the cover, and he rolled his eyes.

“All-knowing mailbox in the woods, huh.” he muttered. “Thanks for telling me about that one, Poindexter.”

[letsnotdoanything]

‘’mr. coolest guy’’

hey, hey!

I’m back with a scenario requested by @deardayjm​. I hope you don’t mind that I did it as headcanons, and that you will enjoy reading it!

The request:

hi! can i request for a scenario with jae where he likes his best friend (reader) and the reader likes him too but he didn’t know then suddenly somebody told him that brian likes the reader too so he becomes so overprotective and jealous he ends up confessing to the reader? hehe

Pairing: Jae x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, highschool!au, friends to lovers!au

Words: 1,486

Warnings: a few light curse words

• "That's cheating!" you cried, falling back on the couch and throwing your controller to the side

• you couldn't believe the numbers that were now displayed on the screen in front of you - how the hell had Jae managed to beat you with so many points?

• the boy leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. "I won, and you lost. That means I'm better than you, accept it."

• refusing to look at him, you murmured a few curse words under your breath, which he - telling by the lasting victorious smile on his face - didn't hear

• "one more round?" Jae asked. "loser buys take-out."

• this time, you turned to him and furrowed your eyebrows in thought. the possibility that you would finally win was really low, and if so, only by some coincidence.

• "deal."

•

• you stretched out your limbs that went sore from being in the sitting position for too long. "I think I'm gonna head home."

• "mmmh," Jae hummed while yawning. "text me when you're there."

• "sure, mom."

• you stood up lazily and started gathering your belongings. after one last check, disappeared behind the front door

• you couldn't stop the shiver of excitement that ran down your spine. Jae was like a charger for you, his presence filling you with positive energy (not that you couldn't get tired or sleepy, we all have our limits)

• on the other side, Jae's chest felt heavy at the sound of you closing the door. he missed you. your smile, your voice, your scent, even though you left just a minute ago. it felt almost impossible to wait until the next morning when he would see you again in school

• it wasn't normal for friends to feel that way, he knew it. he realized a while ago, that what he felt wasn't what friends should feel towards each other

• and although he wasn't the shy type, there was something that made him sweat whenever he thought about confronting you about it

• feelings are messed up, man

•

• Jae got lost in his thoughts

• he was sitting with his usual group of friends on his usual seat, surrounded by the usual turmoil 

• but one thing wasn't going as usual - you weren't there yet, and you would barely ever come late for the lunch break

• "so," Minji's voice ripping through the racket brought him back on earth. "have you heard the rumor?

• "what rumor?" Wonpil, who was sitting next to her, asked.

• "really?" Minji said. "the whole school is talking about that."

• Jae looked around the table to see if any of his friends looked nearly as excited as her; to no surprise, as Minji had a habit of exaggerating, it seemed that it wasn't only him who had never heard about the gossip that supposedly everyone knew

• "enlighten us." Wonpil inquired

• she adjusted herself on the seat as if she was getting ready for a big outburst. "well, Kang Younghyun has a crush on y/n!"

• and as she had foreseen, most people at their table went wide-eyed or pressed a hand to their mouths with a gasp

• Jae, too, was taken aback, even though he had no idea who Kang Younghyun was. his jaw dropped alongside his heart, and he remained quiet due to the growing lump in his throat

• "what? that Kang Younghyun?" Hyeri asked, leaning on the table

• "who's that Kang Younghyun?" Dowoon blurted out, looking rather shocked by the reaction than by the rumor itself. Jae thanked him in his head

• "oh, come on!" Minji begged. "have you been in this school since yesterday? he's like the coolest guy in our school!"

• "and he's in a band!" Hyeri added.

• "yeah, and he's a year older..." the first girl finished, resting her chin on her fist and looking at the ceiling with dreamy eyes

• Dowoon also looked up, probably searching for the insect or a stain he thought she was looking at

• at that point Jae was pretty sure that Minji and Hyerin shared a single brain cell

• if he knew that being older was so attractive, he would have got born earlier

• from that moment, he stopped listening to the excited rambling and just stared mindlessly at his hands, deep in thoughts about the news they just heard

• unsurprisingly, they were all about you again

• that was until his friends suddenly went silent and a silhouette appeared next to him

• "sorry, guys, mr. Kim asked me to take some papers to the teachers' room." you apologized, slightly out of breath from running to the cafeteria in order to make it before the break ended. "what were you talking about?"

• "nothing!" Minji was first to answer, not keen to clue you in to the rumor. "you know, just school shit."

•

• "Youngㅡ youㅡ what?"

• you were at Jae's place again, your backpacks thrown to the corner of the bedroom as you sat on his bed. you just told him about the unexpected thing that happened that day - Younghyun had invited you to his band's performance later that week

• "well, I don't really know why, you know we never really talked or anything..." you played with the hem of one of your socks, not noticing the way his eyes nearly jumped out of the orbits

• "and what did you say?" the boy asked. he felt a bit relieved, knowing that you hadn't heard the gossip yet. it seemed like his friends didn't want to unveil it to you, but it might have as well slipped off Minji's or Hyerin's tongue

• "I told him I'd come," you shrugged. "I don't have anything to do on thursday anyway."

• Jae's mouth opened before he could even think about it. "you can't go there!"

• "what? why?"

• "you..." you can't go there for him, he thought. "we have a test on friday!"

• "since when do you care so much about tests, huh?" you tried to joke, although his abrupt answer caught you off guard. "I can study on wednesday."

• "no!" Jae repeated. it was getting harder to keep his tone calm. "don't go there."

• you felt your blood starting to boil. "jeez, Jae, what is your problem?"

• "I don't have a problem."

• "yeah, clearly, you don't," you said sarcastically. "then why do you want me not to go see Younghyun so much?"

• "because I liked you first, okay?!" Jae snapped, throwing his arms in the air. "I liked you before he even knew your name! but then mr. coolest guy in our schoolㅡ" he made a quotation mark in the air with his fingersㅡ "came and hit on you because who would say no to him?"

• stony silence fell in the room as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. you were trying to digest the information you had just been given, while Jae waited patiently for your response. when one didn't come, he continued:

• "so you don't know," his lips moved into a bitter smile. "everyone is on about how that Kang Younghyun has a crush on you."

• at that moment, you couldn't care less - you weren't even sure if you heard the last sentence correctly. in your mind, there was only one phrase bouncing around and trying to sink in. "you... you like me?"

• "what?" Jae was a bit confounded, probably just realizing that he actually did say those words. he scratched the back of his neck. "oh... well, yeah, I guess I have for quite some time nowㅡ"

• "for quite some time? oh my god, Jae, you're such a goober, you know that?"

• you walked closer to the boy, the proceeding scowl now replaced by a wide grin. standing on your fingertips to be able to reach high enough, you placed a short and sweet peck on Jae's cheek. "I like you too, dumbass."

• "so you don't like Younghyun?" he seemed dumbfounded, as if he couldn't figure out whether that whole situation was real or not. "even though he's in a band? and he's older than us?"

• "I don't even know him, why would all that matter?" you laughed.

• "Minji saidㅡ"

• your eyebrows raised in amusement. "you believed her?"

• Jae's ears went red, even more than before. You were right - Minji, of all people, wasn't the best love-advisor, and he felt foolish for trusting so doubtlessly in what she had said

• and although Jae made a mental note to give more thought to her words next time, he quickly set that conclusion aside

• what mattered was that he could finally call you his, and he was all yours