#team leckie ot4

[panevanbuckley]

For the domestic ship meme - H Co OT4? Or Speirs/ Nix, your choice! 💐

omg you know me too well! y'all are enabling me to gush about all my favourite ships and i absolutely love that 💜 i'll post team leckie ot4 here because they're my babies and i'm currently missing them a lot and then i'll make a separate post for ronnix!

who reaches out to new neighbors:

chuckler introduces himself (and his idiot boyfriends) to anyone new in the building. he's all warm smiles, friendly handshakes and offers to help carry boxes inside. runner usually isn't too far behind with some fresh juice and homemade cookies

who remembers to buy healthy food:

hoosier! fair enough he overdoes it on the alcohol and cigarettes but he also has a love for healthy food and makes sure the rest of them have somewhat of a balanced diet

who remembers to buy junk food:

runner and leckie, if left alone in the shop, will 100% fill the trolley up with sugary treats that they absolutely don't need

who fixes the oven when it breaks:

either hoosier or chuckler, they're both good at fixing home appliances. in fact, if the oven broke, they'd probably fix it together - scouring instructions and gathering all the right equipment joking around and randomly bursting into song together

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s):

hoosier is the biggest animal lover and spoils their pets with treats all the time. he never misses a feeding time. leckie is the one who loves plants and has them scattered around the apartment in all sorts of odd places

who wakes up earlier:

chuckler is almost always first to rise. runner usually follows soon after. if they didn't have work, hoosier and leckie would stay cuddled up under the covers until late afternoon

who makes the bed:

hoosier. not just because he's almost always last out of bed but because he's a neat-freak who likes things to be tidy and in order

who makes the coffee:

all of them. multiple times a day. leckie makes the strongest coffee that runner bitches about constantly. chuckler dumps sugar in his and hoosier never shuts up about it because "real coffee isn't sweet"

who burns breakfast:

leckie is the worst cook, sorry not sorry. so he has 100% burnt breakfast before and will 100% manage to do it again at some point

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house:

they're insufferable idiots that love to piss each other off so they shout at the top of their voices (especially runner) whenever they leave the house. on many occasions, leckie has thrown an object (whatever is closest, sometimes a sock and sometimes a remote) at runner for shouting so damn loud too early in the morning

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home:

hoosier will come home late from work and just flop on top of the three of them as they're sprawled out on the couch. chuckler likes to walk by and pass out free forehead/hair kisses in a silent greeting. runner wrestles everyone into hugs most days. leckie will always ask how their day has been before talking about his, usually curling up into someone's side. it's all very domestic

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often:

leckie and chuckler!! chuckler just can't help himself from spoiling them all (and himself) with cute little things he comes across. leckie just has a habit of showing love through gifts rather than words because, despite being a writer, he struggles to express his emotions as honestly as the rest of them

who picks the movie for movie night:

they take turns, which usually works well because they all have a similar taste in movies. however, if someone happens to pick a bad movie then you can guarantee that they won't hear the end of it for weeks

their favourite kind of movie to watch:

cliché comedy/action movies like the hangover, die hard, zombieland or anything with seth rogen in

who first suggests a pillow fort:

runner! actually, he'll make sure to get hoosier invested in the idea first before mentioning it to the other two because that way they're an unstoppable force

who builds the pillow fort:

chuckler and hoosier are the best at building them, perhaps it's all their handiwork skills? either way, runner doesn't care as long as it's big enough for the four of them

who tries to distract the others during the movie:

leckie and runner are the biggest culprits of distracting the others during a movie, not that chuckler or hoosier ever have any complaints

who falls asleep first:

if you mean just in general, runner usually gets tired first and will go to bed. leckie and hoosier are the two night owls and often stay up until early hours of the morning. but if they're all going to bed at the same time then it's, more often than not, hoosier that will pass out first

who is big spoon/little spoon:

hoosier and runner are the two little spoons who will usually curl up in the middle of the huge bed they share, surrounded by warm bodies and blankets. sometimes, if he's feeling particularly down, leckie will find himself pushed into the middle of the group despite his protests. chuckler is a great cuddle and is more than happy to wrap his arms around his boyfriends during to night

domestic ship headcanons

[warriorgays]

*lays down on a cot near you* Write me the OT4 daddy. (feeling soul mate au if you are so inclined)

[the song for this ficlet is Come Over by Sam Hunt, which is one million percent perfect, thanks @antiquecompass for this always-excellent mix]

He packs on autopilot. A week’s worth of socks and underwear. Four dress shirts. Three t-shirts? It seems like both too many and not enough. Three pairs of trousers and one jeans. He doesn’t know if he needs ties at all, but he packs two and that seems like too few, so he rolls another and tucks it in. It’s cold out here, and it will be colder there–he’s heard it’s windy–so he packs two sweaters and a sweater vest. He stares down at the suitcase and thinks it looks too empty. It looks like he doesn’t think he’ll be staying long. But at the same time, it seems stupid to bring more when he lived for four years on a lot less.

Books. He packs three books in the suitcase and shoves a paperback in the pocket of his coat. He’ll bring his typewriter, too. That will help; you don’t bring a typewriter anywhere unless you’re planning to stay for a good long time.

“You left her, didn’t you?” his mother asks from the doorway.

“What does it matter, Ma?” he asks. He picks up his socks and his t-shirts and switches them so he has an excuse to look at the suitcase instead of his mother.

“Because. Earlier you said it as if she’d left you, but it was the other way around, wasn’t it?”

“It wasn’t working out. Vera agreed. Sometimes things don’t work out.”

She doesn’t say anything for a long, silent minute. Leckie smooths a hand over his t-shirts. One of these is from the Navy hospital in Long Island. He’s not sure which one. It’s the only thing he has from the Marine Corps, really, except the stiff dress uniforms, one blue and one olive green, that he’s leaving in the closet.

“When did it stop?”

His left wrist twitches. There’s a timer on the inside of it, hidden beneath the band of his watch. It reads 00:00, and it has ever since the day he walked into a barracks room at Parris Island and collided with Runner coming out, when Chuckler had stood and said “oh, hey, Leckie, this is–” and Hoosier had looked over his shoulder at them and suddenly his skin was burning with white heat.

He hadn’t even noticed how close it had been getting to the end. He had been so exhausted during boot camp that he never checked.

He doesn’t say anything to his mother’s question, but he stops the pretense of packing, too. He stands still and stares into nothingness with his heart pounding. He can’t tell her anything, because if he says a word, then it will all come pouring out. How long its been, who they are, how much he’s missing them, how desperate he is to be gone. His mother sighs and Leckie closes the briefcase. He slips his coat on and turns around to pack up the typewriter. He puts it beside the suitcase, on the bed, and looks around to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. The telegram is on the nightstand, and he picks it up and slips it in his pocket.

“Can you at least tell me where you’re going? And how long you’ll be away?”

1036 N. Honore St Chicago. I’ve asked everyone.Please come. I miss you.Chuckler

“Chicago.”

Leckie picks up a case in each hand and walks over to the door. His eyes lock with his mother’s, and for a moment her gaze is sharp and he thinks she’s going to press the issue. But then she steps aside to let him pass. He steps over the threshold and kisses her on the cheek.

“I’ll send a postcard,” he promises. She nods.

He doesn’t bother asking for a ride to the train station. He walks out of the house and into the night, and it feels like the timer is ticking again on the inside of his wrist–or maybe it’s just the eager pounding of his heart.

[himbowelsh]

Idk how itll work as a group but hh number 6 of the kiss prompts for team leckie? Sorry if this is weird one but clumsy sleepy morning kisses just scream their energy :’)

sha-la-la-la my oh my, looks like the boy’s too shy  💋 (accepting!) 

6 .  lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

it was hard to squeeze everyone in at once, but i did my best!!

Runner and Chuckler are both early risers. This is, quite frankly, unbearable. 

It wouldn’t be as much of a problem if Chuckler knew how to slip out of a bed without shaking it like it deserves its own place on the Richter scale, or if Runner didn’t make enough noise while showering to wake the entire city up. For the late sleepers of their party — that is, the sane folks — it takes genuine willpower to stay in bed past the point when their partners have left.

If Hoosier has willpower when it comes to anything, it’s his beauty sleep.

Leckie has to admire him. The man could sleep through a natural disaster. He has, when Chuckler tripped over Runner’s sneakers and brought the entire bureau down with him. A mirror shattered, Chuckler busted his knee, and the contents of numerous drawers were tossed all over the room... but Hoosier, god love him, didn’t twitch. He just burrowed deeper in his blanket nest, and let everyone else clean up the mess. 

It would be fine to stay in bed this morning if he couldn’t hear Runner and Chuckler bustling around in the kitchen. Their noise has been on the periphery of his awareness for the last hour, a fuzzy chorus cradling him on the threshold of sleep. Only when the smell of waffles begins to drift through the open doorway does he stir... and the longer they lie there, the more he feels like he’s missing out. There’s only so many hours in a morning, and Leckie likes to fit breakfast somewhere in there.

Hoosier’s legs are draped over his own, pinning him down. He sleeps on his stomach in a cocoon of blankets, one arm clutching his pillow tightly; the other is draped over Leckie’s chest, like a dragon guarding his treasure. His breathing is slow and even, pulse strong where Leckie can feel it through his wrist. He’s not dead — appearances can be deceiving — but he’s sure as hell not waking up.

“Bill,” he mutters, squirming in his hold. Nothing. He digs his elbow into Hoosier’s ribcage. “Bill. Breakfast.”

Hoosier doesn’t answer. He grunts, which is something — a great, rumbling grunt, like trying to wake a sleeping giant. Leckie sighs and drapes his free arm over his back.

“Come on, Bill.” Shaking him doesn't do anything. Neither does slapping his cheek, tugging at his hair, or trying to tickle him. The tickling wins him a very lucid, “Fuck off,” but that’s the only response Hoosier’s willing to give.

“I have to piss,” Leckie protests.

“Ain’t one of my kinks,” Hoosier replies.

“Can’t you smell breakfast?”

On a good morning, if anything’s guaranteed to get Hoosier out of bed, it’s food. Today must not be a good morning — or Hoosier just has more important things on his mind, like Leckie’s body heat and the lingering haze of sleep.

Defeated, Leckie slumps back against the pillows. There are few options available to him. None, really, unless he wants to slowly slide out from Hoosier’s death grip and flop over the side of the bed like a fish. That’s presuming Hoosier doesn’t go full squid on him… which has been known to happen when he doesn’t get his way. Leckie is well-versed in Hoosier's sleeping habits; he knows his clinginess as well as Chuckler’s rumbling snores, or how Runner mutters in his sleep. 

If he’s being honest with himself for once, he loves these lazy mornings.

He loves Chuckler’s cooking more.

“Waffles. I’m sure that’s waffles.” 

Hoosier just grunts, pulling him closer. Leckie’s air supply is momentarily cut off, until Hoosier nestles into his chest and loosens his hold once again. Suddenly, Leckie’s even more trapped; there’s a messy blonde head against his collar, and Hoosier’s deep exhale heating his neck. It’s like being seduced by a sloth with morning breath.

Out of options, Leckie turns to his only recourse. Leaning up, he presses a kiss to the crown of Hoosier’s golden head. When this fails to win a response, he goes even further — tracing his hairline with light kisses, peppering his brow, all the way to his ear. This is Hoosier’s one weak point, as they’ve all learned from experience. He grunts, twisting just enough to shield himself… but this leaves half of his face exposed. Leckie wastes no time pressing a kiss to his inviting lips.

“Hmm. Cheating,” Hoosier mutters against him, voice still heavy with sleep. “Know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I’m appreciating you.” Leckie pecks his nose. “Is that a crime?”

“Is when you’re tryin’ to get me outta bed.”

“As though that’s possible,” Leckie replies, smirking indulgently… and Hoosier is just beginning to relax, maybe enough to even roll off of him, when their tranquility is shattered. Runner announces his entrance into the room with a loud, “Rise and shine!”, barreling through the open doorway. Behind him comes Chuckler, balancing two plates like the king’s prized juggler.

At once, Hoosier sits up. All it takes is the promise of food, and suddenly he’s wide awake. Leckie expected as much, but still feels conned.

“Aww, guys,” he mutters, pushing himself upright. “You shouldn’t have.”

Runner sets the plates he’s carrying in front of them both before clambering onto the foot of the mattress. Chuckler, well-versed by now at fitting the four of them into one bed, passes Runner one of his plates before settling carefully on the edge with the last one. He pops a strawberry slice in his mouth before offering his boyfriends a proud grin.

“Just felt like something special. Don’t get used to it, yeah?”

Hoosier takes a bite of one of the waffles, laden with powdered sugar, and says very solemnly, “I love you.”

A compliment from Hoosier is like beating God in a tennis match. Chuckler beams.

“Hey, I cut the fruit. Washed ‘em, too.” Runner moves to steal an orange slice off of Leckie’s plate, managing it before Leckie can swat him away. Betrayed, Leckie leans back against the pillows, guarding his breakfast-in-bed zealously. Hoosier nestles up at his side, but Leckie’s too wise to his tricks; even he doesn’t get close enough to steal a bite.

“You had us thinking we were gonna have to kiss you awake,” Chuckler declares.

Leckie arches his eyebrows. “Well, now, that’s still an option.”

“You’ve already got us a meal. Regular gentlemen,” Hoosier chimes.

It seems a shame to disrupt breakfast when they’ve only gotten settled down, but that’s never stopped Runner before. Smirking, he leans forward, pressing a kiss to Hoosier’s temple; Leckie’s too far away to reach, but he winks in a way that’s almost just as good. Chuckler steals Leckie’s hand, pulling it to his lips in a brief smooch before going right back to eating.

Overall, mornings in their house can be torrid… but, on ones like these, when all the world is quiet and content, Leckie wouldn't exchange them for the world.

[greenandhazy]

I’m working on a playlist for a fic and... I think I have to put “Heartbeat” by Childish Gambino after “Heartbeats” by Jose Gonzalez. I’ve tried like five different locations for each of those songs, but this is the one that fits best plot-wise. (and it fits better tone-wise than I would have thought--when I think of Heartbeat my mind goes to the kind of snarly bass notes and that strong snare beat, but really the intro is gentle enough that it’s a pretty seamless transition.)

also, “I Don’t Wanna Be In Love” by Good Charlotte and “I Don’t Wanna Be An Asshole Anymore” by The Menzingers both appear, though thankfully with some distance between them.

(and looking at this mix as a whole, it’s painfully obvious that my approach to making playlists is “put a bunch of @antiquecompass‘s mixes in a blender.”)

[chucklerjuergens]

When ur jamming in the shower to ur tunes and the fic idea hits you faster than a pitch to the bat

[ruinsrebuilt]

Oh, my God, I would absolutely love some Leckie/Hoosier/Runner/Chuckler. They're a real dream team. GOD. I love them so much.

CAN DO, MY FRIEND. this is my first ot4 request so I’m excited! 

Who Holds:

The umbrella, when it rains -

Chuckler, my tallest boi, holds the umbrella. technically they can’t all fit underneath it but does this stop them from trying? no, no it does not. 

The popcorn at the cinema -

I feel like this would be Runner. He is small but he is mighty and he will fight any of them, should they try to take away his popcorn. 

The baby, when it cries -

they are all ridiculously childlike, so when the actual child starts to cry they are all !!!! help !!!! what do !!!! call 911 !!!! and then Leckie has to calmly pick up the child and explain to the other children (heh) that the baby is completely fine, they just needed some attention. the other three all visibly relax, surrounding Leckie and lavishing attention upon the teary tot. 

The ice cream cone, when they share -

sharing?? what is sharing?? how does this work?? (it doesn’t, they have to get their own) 

The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie -

Leckie is a remote dictator because he claims that he’s the only one with a decent taste in movies. it’s beginning to be a problem.

The basket, when they go shopping -

I feel like Chuckler and Runner would be in charge of the shopping, and I think Runner would be in charge of the basket/cart because Chuckler is the designated ‘high-shelves-reacher’

The door, on dates -

Hoosier! but he does it with a different insult each time, which makes it twice as funny. ‘after you, dickheads’ ‘no please, you first, I’d rather stay upwind’ etc. Leckie finds this particularly amusing. 

The other’s hand, most often -

Runner loves handholding. at random intervals during the day he’ll search out one of his boyfriends and no matter what they’re doing he’ll grab their hand and just…….follow them around. and then after a little while he unlatches himself and continues going about his day. 

Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day -

THEY ALL WERE 10 SECONDS AWAY FROM PASSING OUT BECAUSE THEY HAD 3 TIMES THE ‘AWE’ REVEAL MOMENT. I mean can you imagine marrying three beautiful men? I am seriously impressed they all didn’t faint tbh

The camera, when they take pictures together -

Chuckler, with his long long arms, perfect for creating just enough distance to squeeze all four of them into frame

I hope this is okay / what you were looking for!! 

(also I have your other request, don’t worry. I’m planning to do it tomorrow once all the craziness is over!) 

[panevanbuckley]

okay but Dad!Chuckler though, tell us more about that please!! (with optional Runner, Hoosier, and Leckie together as the Four Fathers of the Apocalypse)

y'know that mind-blown meme? yeah, that was me reading this 😂 anyways, here's a brief compilation of my thoughts on dad!chuckler + the other 3 thrown in. I am also most definitely working on a longer post with more detail on them as parents because I'm a sucker for kid fics and this is the ultimate ship for it (and I'm making it whether y'all want it or not!) 💜

he's the best dad, okay?

he's the take-you-to-the-park-on-wednesdays, turn-your-food-into-pictures, sing-you-lullabies-to-sleep kinda dad

he gives the best bear hugs too, scooping his daughter up and swinging her around even well into her teen years because he has no chill and is also tall enough to get away with it

but he's also strict

he'll be the one that sits up in the dark waiting for her to come home if she's late, "I'm not angry, just disappointed" sorta moment

and nobody wants sad chuckler so, of course, his daughter feels awful and tries her hardest not to worry him like that again

that doesn't mean he won't still be a child himself

he may be the tallest but god he's a lovable idiot

he will 100% pull pranks on the others with his daughter, using her to hide behind when the blame is spun on him, and nobody can shout at an adorable little toddler so naturally he gets away with it

until hoosier teaches her how to mix paint with chuckler's favourite shampoo ("it's for my curls!")

leckie does the best bedtime stories with detailed plots and realistic characters

one day she comes home from school waving around a new picture of the 'emerald-crested dragon and the princess who couldn't speak' (a personal favourite story of hers) and leckie is so proud that he pins it to the fridge and threatens anybody that dares go to move it

runner is designated piggy back giver, he has the strength to carry her and continue walking even when she gets older, and it helps that he's the shortest so that everyone can still reach her when she's on his back

they're all great fathers, with some practice - it's not going to be smooth going the whole time - but they all know chuckler is the most paternal of them all and they're okay with that; she loves them all equally

[panevanbuckley]

is there anybody else interested in team leckie ot4 currently or is it just me??

[panevanbuckley]

m'kay so team leckie ot4 with the soulmate trope " soulmates share taste buds and will taste what their soulmate is eating unless they are physically in the same place" because the pure chaos that would create...

leckie and hoosier know they're soulmates so when leckie starts tasting olives he storms over to hoosier ready to rip him a new one ("you know i hate olives! we had a fucking deal!") only to find hoosier napping

this is how they find out they have at least one more soulmate

the four of them devise an extensive list of oddly specific foods that they're not allowed to eat unless within distance of whoever can't stand said food

that doesn't mean that they don't wind each other up with the knowledge of exactly what taste will annoy their partners the most

most people find it difficult having to accommodate for their single soulmate's taste buds but they don't know the half of it

try accommodating for three other people's taste buds....

[panevanbuckley]

flufftober only I don't follow any prompts lists because I suck at scheduling a fic every day so just spam me with whatever fluff + ship you want 💜

[panevanbuckley]

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Runner found himself asking as he followed Hoosier and Chuckler into the quaint bookstore tucked away down a side street, far enough away from the bustling New York streets to avoid congestion but close enough to not be impossible to find. They stepped inside and Runner was immediately hit with a wave of comfort; the familiar scent of old books and dust that reminded him of his childhood, searching through his parents’ attic for anything valuable.

“Of course it is!” Chuckler reassured him, throwing an arm loosely over his shoulders to pull him into an awkward side-hug. Hoosier hummed in agreement, already making his way through the overcrowded shelves - masterfully dodging piles of books strewn across the floorboards - with an ease of someone who felt very much at home here. 

“Lucky?” Hoosier called out, disappearing into the back, “You in here?” There was a muffled clatter followed by a curse cut-off halfway. Chuckler rolled his eyes, but there was a smile playing on his lips as he pulled Runner towards a small aisle of bookshelves.

“We'll give those two a minute.” He explained, picking up a few of the stray books and scouring the nearest shelf to slot them into the correct places. Runner watched with mild interest. His mind was running a mile a minute.

“Don't you get...” He trailed off, fingers itching at his side until he clutched tightly at the soft material of his trousers. Chuckler glanced over to him, eyebrow quirked as he waited. “Y'know...don’t you get jealous?” 

Chuckler didn’t get angry at the question, like Runner had expected, but a look of clarity passed over his face as he thought over what he’d asked. His brows furrowed and he pushed the last book in his hand into a gap on the shelf that was just big enough. Runner couldn’t fault the organisation of the shop, despite it's first impression of being messy. 

“Not really?” Chuckler leant against the shelf, then, fixing Runner with a serious look that suggested what he was about to hear would be important. “It’s different, our relationship. It’s not like a monogamous relationship, where it’s just the two of you in everything: sleeping, eating, talking, you get my drift. With us, we're all close, we all trust each other and we have different strengths and weaknesses that make the whole thing flow.

Like, right now, they’re probably sucking face and I bet they’re messing up my files-” He rose his voice at that last part to make sure the other two could hear him, smirking, “-but that’s fine. Leckie was in a state this morning when he left and, if I’m being honest, Hoosier handles him best when he’s like that. There’s no less love in our relationship than in one between two people, if anything there’s more! We don’t get possessive, though, or it'd cause all sorts of problems. It’s hard to explain, really; it just comes naturally.” He finished with an apologetic shrug.

It made sense, when Runner thought about it, and now he felt stupid for asking. He said as much, to which Chuckler shook his head and sent him a warm smile.

“Don’t worry about it. We want you to be comfortable with all of this.”

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[panevanbuckley]

so I fell down the team leckie ot4 hole and had no choice but to make a load of headcanons for them...enjoy! (warning: hella long post)

First to confess their feelings:

they're all emotionally stunted idiots so it actually takes a while for them to have 'the talk'. when they do, as they're lounging around limbs tangled and talking shit at each other, it's Hoosier who brings it up (surprising them all).

he doesn't outright call it what it is but he does ask what they're all doing. the others try to fake innocence (well...Chuckler isn't faking) until Hoosier smacks them each upside the head.

Leckie, naturally, has a whole poetic speech about love and connections which Runner shuts down by pulling him down into a kiss from where he's laying on Leckie's lap. they don't really question whatever it is between them from then on, they just all go with the flow.

First to apologize after a fight:

Chuckler will not let anybody go to bed angry so, yes, he forces them all to apologise to each other before they sleep (even if it means holding Hoosier and Leckie hostage in a tent glaring at each other after Hoosier made a fleeting comment about Leckie's overdramatics until they crack and kiss and make up).

Runner will pretend to not want to apologise but he's first after Chuckler, and he's a clingy apologiser; he'll drape himself over the others and mutter how sorry he is until they shove him away.

First to wake up:

Leckie and Chuckler, though Chuckler actually gets out of bed first whereas Leckie will bury his face back into the pillow for at least another ten minutes.

Hoosier can sleep through almost anything, and almost always has a blanket attached to his person. when they return home, it's not uncommon for him to fall asleep squished between his boyfriends as they talk quietly over the radio/television.

First to fall asleep:

Hoosier is the first asleep, as expected, but Runner isn't far behind. it probably helps that Runner has a guilty pleasure in snuggling close to Hoosier as he drifts off so he ends up wrapped in the sleeping man's arms listening to his steady breaths.

Chuckler will join them soon after, tucking himself behind Runner and dropping an arm over the two smaller men.

Leckie won't sleep until late, crawling into bed after a long writing session, his eyes drooping as he slides under the covers and presses himself close to Hoosier. he pretends not to be a cuddler but every night, without fail, he smiles to himself as he nuzzles his nose into Hoosier's hair and inhales his apple shampoo.

The affectionate one:

Runner is huge on physical affection. like, I mean huge; he'll always be leaning on someone, grabbing for their hand, sleeping curled up against them, draped over them, you name it. it makes him feel safe, knowing he's not alone and is surrounded by others that care for him (it's probably a side effect of war but he refuses to see someone about it).

the others have grown used to it now, to the point where they often initiate contact with him before he can. it's not hard to notice when he feels nervous; his fingers tap or his leg will bounce. Chuckler has a habit of pulling him onto his lap, Hoosier tends to sling a comforting arm around his shoulders and Leckie just leans into him and entwines their legs.

surprisingly (or perhaps not) Leckie is also very affectionate. this isn't always shown physically, although he is pretty big on hugs. Leckie tends to be the one that writes cute poems and notes that he leaves scattered in random places for the others to see, which they make fun of but all secretly find adorable.

The overprotective one:

Chuckler, through and through. one of them is ill? he's there. someone's saying shit about one of his boys? not on his watch. nightmares or just overall anxiety? he gives the best mama hugs.

Hoosier is also down to throw fists (or hard-hitting insults) at anybody that gives them a strange look. he fought in a goddamn war, he's not letting some nosey old lady try to tell him what's wrong and right. especially not when he gets to wake up to three smiling men that he now understands love him to no end. what could ever be wrong about that?

The money savvy one:

when they return home, Leckie is the one who takes on the role of the money keeper; he organises their wages and bills and expenses into a nice little book to keep track of them.

Hoosier is pretty good at saving money up. he just tucks random coins away when he finds them and it adds up quickly so, if one of the others (usually Runner) needs to borrow money for something, they'll go to him first.

The more charismatic (popular) one:

they're all pretty charismatic (well, maybe not Hoosier most days because he just doesn't do people). Runner is the out-going type, he'll strike up conversation with just about anyone and can charm them within minutes.

Chuckler is friendly beyond belief and will smile at almost anyone, he has this magnetic pull to people. Leckie is the schmoozer, he wins people over with his educated drawl, fancy words and that damn crooked smile.

The better caregiver when the other is sick:

Chuckler, no doubt about it! Chuckler goes all out, of course, with blankets and hot drinks and regularly checking in on them. he is, quite literally, the mom of the group and he takes that role very seriously.

Leckie will make sure they're comfortable, grab them some blankets and pillows and read something to them as he strokes his fingers through their sweat-matted hair. when they fall asleep, he undoubtedly presses a soft kiss to their forehead and then settles in nearby so he can keep an eye on them.

Hoosier worries endlessly, if he's in the room with them, you can guarantee he'll spend most of his time watching over them and looking out for any change in their behaviour or temperature. he also tends to crack light hearted jokes just to see the unfortunate guy smile, and will make sure there's a pot of steaming coffee waiting for when they wake up from a mid-day nap (he might even gently sing them to sleep).

Runner never quite knows what to do; he's the one with the worst immune system so he's usually the one being looked after. he tries to make sure they're comfortable, lying with them (even if it means he'll probably get ill too) and making up elaborate stories to keep them entertained. what he lacks in knowledge of nursing people back to health, he makes up for in his ability to absolutely smother either one of his boyfriends with love and adoration - no matter how gross they are in the moment.

Does the cooking:

Chuckler can cook pretty well, flavour-wise. Runner is the one watching over his shoulder criticising his choices and making sure he doesn't set fire to the place.

Leckie is a hopeless cook and Hoosier makes sure to remind him of this constantly. he once tried to cook them all a lovely meal on Valentine's Day but it didn't go well...at all.

Hoosier loves to experiment with flavours and spices. he and Chuckler tend to spend hours in the kitchen cooking up something absolutely amazing (like their infamous sticky bbq chicken).

Does the housework:

they all chip in to do their bit. that doesn't mean there aren't complaints and passive-aggressive reminders to "get your ass of the damn couch and pull your weight around here".

Does most of the speaking:

Chuckler and Leckie, usually. Runner will chime in now and then, he's a charmer and will win anybody over with a flash of his smile and his creative way with words. Chuckler and Leckie are more the 'parents' of the group, they're civilised and mature.

Hoosier won't speak to anyone unless he absolutely has to or if he has a witty remark to drop in unexpectedly.

Designated driver:

Hoosier is a great driver but he goes too fast for the others' liking. Leckie is okay, but he can be annnoying driver; he dictates the music and tells everyone to shut up when they get too rowdy.

Runner is the best driver of them all, if they're out drinking he'll be the designated driver of the night).

Keeps more secrets in the relationship:

none of them really keep massive secrets from each other; they're so close and trust each other completely (as well as huge gossips).

Hoosier can be hard to read a lot of the time, if he's feeling out-of-sorts he's not the type to express this to anybody. Leckie can be the same, but since returning home he's learning that opening up about his insecurities in the relationship can be much more beneficial for everybody.

Chuckler doesn't have the ability to keep a secret for his life, he's a total gossip and basically just an adorable puppy. if he knows something he thinks will make his boyfriends smile he'll tell them, even if he was told to keep it to himself - the only exception is if it'd hurt the person who told him.

Runner is a great liar, if he wanted to keep a secret he definitely could. luckily for the others, he's never really felt inclined to not tell them things

Sensitive to subtle changes in their partners:

being an observer, Hoosier is usually the first to notice a change in one of the others' behaviour. whether that be them just being quieter than usual or more short-tempered.

Chuckler is good at reading people too and can usually tell someone isn't feeling 100% before the person even knows themselves.

Leckie tends to get wrapped up in his own head a lot of the time and can be completely oblivious to an argument taking place between the others until it's too late and he's made a dumb comment that kicks the whole thing off again.

in all fairness, they're all pretty in-tune with each other by the end of the war and can usually tell what's wrong eventually and know exactly what to do/say to help them.

they work well together. they trust each other wholeheartedly. they love each other.

[panevanbuckley]

y'all can thank @hillbillied for getting this team leckie ot4 kid au in my head 💜

they adopt a baby girl, Elizabeth (also known as: Liz, Lizzy, Ellie, Beth, Libby and Bear), from a young woman

leckie's parents don't really like having much to do with them as it is so when they find out about this they have yet another excuse to not visit

which is fine because Lizzy still has 3 other sets of grandparents to dote on her

the conleys are the closest with them all and will visit often; they absolutely adore their granddaughter

her last name is legally juergens (since chuckler was the most desperate to be a dad and he's the oldest)

the adoption goes suprisongly smooth

they were on the adopting list, the mother was pregnant at the time and, after meeting with them and spending some time together, she chose them to be her daughter's parents (after all, double the love for her baby? why would she turn that down)

during the pregnancy they get to know the mother well, she comes to stay with them during her last two weeks and she loves watching as they go about their daily lives whilst setting things up for the baby, she couldn't have chosen a better family

after the birth they don't really see the mother again, but she keeps in contact for a few years and sends birthday/christmas cards

her 1st birthday is an organised chaos

think: balloons, friends and family, hoosier and runner attempting to decorate a cake, leckie neatly wrapping presents just for Lizzy to throw the paper everywhere and leave him to pick it up, chuckler video recording the whole ordeal

picking Lizzy up from school is always fun too

they start to make it a game; alternating who picks her up and how many go

on their daughter's first day all four of them rock up to the playground and she points them out to her teacher before running up to them

chuckler ruffles her hair, she jumps up onto runner's back and hoosier presses a kiss to her cheek as leckie takes her sparky purple backpack and slings it over his shoulder with the poise of a dignified man

the other teachers assume one is the dad and the others are family friends

only they never see the mother and there's always a rotation of the men that pick Lizzy up

it definitely becomes a common staff room conversation

on the first parents evening, when chuckler and leckie show up, many of the teachers are looking out of their own classrooms to nosy in on the pair

"there's been a few occasions where I've had to scold her for using inappropriate language" leckie scowls, "fucking bill" and the teacher is wide-eyed as she clears her throat to continue

the teachers, naturally, assume they're her adoptive dads

which means, when Lizzy falls ill at school and they have to ring in for her to be picked up and a worried hoosier arrives at the reception claiming to be her dad ("would you just fucking let me take my daughter home?") there's confusion to say the least

yet, the receptionist goes through Lizzy's file and finds four men listed under parental responsibility and, sure enough, bill smith is on there

that sure as hell leads to an interesting conversation in the staff room

Lizzy loves to brag about her dads to her classmates too

she has a couple friends that come for dinner and sleepovers often as she gets older too and they absolutely love staying at hers

some children tease her for having four dads and no mom but she has hoosier's wit and is always quick to shut them down

and she definitively acts smug when, ten years down the line, their parents split up whilst her dads are still so unbelievably in love with each other (greying hair and all)

[panevanbuckley]

this team leckie fic was meant to be a short drabble and now it's almost 3k and I'm not even sure how to write the end 😅😭

[panevanbuckley]

Team leckie ot4 for the who does what asks? Please? I love your headcanons ❤

ooh yes thank you for letting me gush about my best boys again!! and omg tysm! ❤

gives nose/forehead kisses: besides the obvious answer of chuckler (because he's a softie and gives all the affection whenever possible) it's hoosier. forehead kisses are his thing. they all know that. whether it be when runner is napping, planting one on leckie as he writes, or leaning up to press one to chuckler's forehead when he's stressed. he gives nose kisses mainly to piss them all off but they all secretly love it, tilting their faces up whenever he walks by.

gets jealous the most: they don't really get jealous? there's 4 of them so there's plenty of love to go around. though that doesn't stop them all from making joking comments about feeling left out if they come across any of the others being cute.

picks the other up from the bar when they're too drunk to drive: hoosier gets designated driver most of the time, mostly because he doesn't always go out with them. but if they all go out, it'll be runner that won't drink. leckie is definitely the one that calls them drunk asking for a ride home most often.

takes care of the other on sick days: chuckler! of course. he goes full on mother hen (as we all know) and nurses each of them back to health or drags them to the doctor.

drags the other person out into the water in beach day: hoosier. he's a little shit, especially when it comes to the ocean ("I always put mah pants on in the ocean") and will not hesitate to drag them each into the ocean with him.

gives unprompted massages: leckie has skilled hands (hands of an angel, if you ask runner) and uses his gift for good. if he sees his boys looking a little tense he'll settle in by them and just go to work.

drives/rides shotguns: hoosier and runner are the better drivers. leckie can drive but they rarely let him, for their own safety. if they're all heading out it becomes a rush of who can get to the passenger seat first because absolutely none of them follow the rules of calling shotgun. there was a time when runner actually crouched into the footspace of the seat only to jump out when chuckler went to sit down, purely to annoy him.

brings the other lunch at work: chuckler has been known on more than one occasion to rock up at their individual workplaces with little boxes of healthy lunches, each with a cute note left inside. in return, when all but chuckler had the day off, they decided to pack up a miniature picnic and bustled into chuckler's office to spend his lunch with him. chuckler didn't stop smiling all day and his colleagues bombarded him with questions for a week afterwards.

has the better parental relationship: runner is closest to his parents. they dote on him, and the boys too once they meet them, unconditionally. if they're inviting family around for any occasion, there's never a question about whether to send invites to the conleys.

tries to start role-playing in bed: hoosier and leckie are the kinkiest of the lot and they had a conversation on day about role-play, deciding that they should bring it up to the other two that night. they tried it, they're not entirely sure if they'll do it again.

embarrassingly drunk dancer: hoosier is the worst when he's drunk. he can handle his liquor well, and is always the last to get blackout drunk, but when he's had a few drinks and a catchy song comes on...the others know to steer clear of the dance floor.

still cries watching titanic: runner. and he isn't even ashamed. he'll sit their weeping and burying his soaked face in chuckler's shirt without a care in the world. hoosier, on the other hand, will quietly wipe away his tears and pretend like he's totally unbothered by the movie (they all know better and definitely tease him about it).

firmly believes in couples costumes: hoosier and runner!! they will force the other two to dress up as some cheesy group costume and ignore their complaints. it's all good, they'll blast music and do each other's make-up whilst having a few drinks and by the time the party starts they're all feeling merry.

breaks the expensive gift rule during christmas: leckie. leckie has a terrible habit of going on unnecessary shopping sprees (it's worse if he brings runner along because the guy picks up everything and leckie can't say no!). he usually goes christmas shopping with vera and she, like himself, has great taste so they definitely end up in the high-end shops. he can't help spoiling his boys, okay?

makes the other eat breakfast: chuckler! mom friend activated again. he makes sure they all eat a balanced breakfast, or at least takes something with them to work.

remembers anniversaries: chuckler and hoosier are the best at remembering them, and they'll plan out little celebrations or get really nice gifts. leckie and runner are the sort to have an "oh shit" moment the night before and run out early as possible in the morning or spoil the others with a fancy breakfast.

brings up having kids: chuckler and runner mention it most, they'll hint at it or question whether the others ever wanted children. hoosier will bring it up but when he says kids he really means puppies (which leckie caves to and they go to the shelter to adopt one who is referred to as their 'first born' should anybody ask).

send me a ship for who does what headcanons

[panevanbuckley]

If you're taking the drabble requests, 37 (wanna dance?) for the Leckie OT4? :)

The crowd in the pub is thriving, deep in the city of Melbourne with the promise of rest for exhausted marines and soldiers alike, alcohol flows freely from taps to mouths. Women glide gracefully between tables, chatting up the men and seducing them with their doe eyes and their cherry red lips. Laughter fills the air.

There's not a single worry or care to be found.

Leckie smiles and takes a sip of his drink, eyes scanning over the men and women celebrating the night. He'd missed this.

“Wanna dance?” a warm voice speaks just above his ear, figure leant over his back as a hand drops down to his shoulder.

Leckie's smile grows wider as he tilts his head backwards, eyes catching Hoosier's. “With you? You've got two left feet.”

Hoosier rolls his eyes and flicks his ear. That's when Runner and Chuckler appear from behind him, matching smiles spread wide over their faces. Leckie can't help but think how much more attractive they look; the soft glow from the pub lights overhead mixed with the relaxation of being away from that dreaded jungle had dramatic effects.

“With us.” Runner corrected. “So get on your damn feet and dance with us.”

Leckie shook his head, fighting back a laugh, as he glanced around the room. “Won't people...y'know, question it?”

Hoosier sighed, arm draped over Runner's shoulders now. Chuckler ruffled Leckie's hair as he gestured around them. “Like anybody gives a fuck. They've had a drink, we've had a drink, it's a harmless dance.”

Leckie couldn't argue with that now, could he? With a shrug, he pushed himself out of his chair and allowed himself to be dragged towards the swarm of dancing bodies by the others.

Once they were squeezed between sweating, laughing people, Runner swaying closer to him as Chuckler grabs a hold of his hips and pulls him backwards, Hoosier's teasing whisper to just let loose grazing by his ear, Leckie finally did as they wanted and gave in to the warmth and protection of their arms wrapped around him. Nobody here was going to say anything about a group of marines dancing together, laughing at one another as they stepped on each other's toes. Nobody here cared. He could just be.

And what a wonderful feeling that was.

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