#they’re soft marshmallows 🥰

[ne-cocoa]

Hi! Not a question, but I've been following your content for a while now and I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely adore every post you make :D ✨

Your art style is so cute and the comics you make are so wholesome! Please keep making content so I can like every post you make <3

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I appreciate that a lot there’s nothing more that I love than making wholesome content, Monkie kid has such a special place in my heart 🥺 take this unfinished spicynoodle doodle as a thank you!!! 🥰💕💕💕

[softerstill]

Girl you look so perfectly soft and round.. what's more fun to squeeze, your big boobs or your fat belly? ps I need proof haha

Honestly I couldn’t choose, they’re both made from the same marshmallow fluff 🥰

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday

Am I going to have more parts of my soft Din series that I swore was going to be a one shot?

Yes! Because they’re so sweet. I’m a squishy marshmallow again. 🥰 They may even have filthy fluff (trademarked my @tinytinymenace with her Frankie and Roxy series ❤️) because I’m gonna write it. I made a series Masterlist page. 💜

I also may be working on a modern Din AU where he’s a single dad buying his first house 🏡 Does he get to know the people in the cul-de-sac? Grogu in school? But really I maybe just wanted Din in hoodies and sweatpants 👀🥵

I think I’m also going to try and do a raunchy one-shot with Din Djarin 🥵 Been awhile, it’s time. ☺️

Need to workshop my toxic Javier Peña series that @magpiepills beta-read for me and finish the last two or three parts I wanted to do for that. 🤭

March Spring Prompts are ongoing. My favorites so far (there’s quite a few - I am biased) 🤣🤣🤣 I do like all of them.

Day One - Flowers (Pero Tovar x reader)

Day Two - Butterflies (Marcus Pike x Fem reader)

Day Five - Spring (post outbreak Joel Miller x reader)

Day Eight - Lake (Javier Peña x reader)

Day Nine - Bees (Ezra x plus size Fem reader)

Day Eleven - Four Leaf Clover (Marcus Pike x fem reader)

Day Twelve - Daydream (post outbreak Joel Miller x reader)

Let me know if you have a favorite. ❤️

We can also blame (mainly and affectionately) @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for the husband Dieter Bravo series I have now. 😆 @mysterious-moonstruck-musings also said she likes a fluffy Dieter so both of them.

Nerdie put a lot on her plate, but she's got all year, so it's fine. 😎

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @rhoorl @laurfilijames @pedroshotwifey @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @saturn-rings-writes @trulybetty @lady-bess @inept-the-magnificent @covetyou @drawingdroid @thefrogdalorian @agentjackdaniels @secretelephanttattoo @soft-girl-musings @avastrasposts @winniethewife @ladamedusoif @handspunyarns @frenchiereading @604to647 @chronically-ghosted @javierpena-inatacvest @yourcoolauntie @boliv-jenta @goodwithcheese

[hippolotamus]

Fuck It Sunday Sentences

So life is… a thing that happened last week. Thank you to all the lovely, adorable, talented mutuals that have tagged me for things.

@buddierights @monsterrae1 @panbuckley @heartbeatdiaz @saraminia @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @elvensorceress @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @911onabc I’m wrapping you in soft cozy blankets, shoving a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and whipped cream into your hands, and kissing you on the forehead 😘 (if I missed you I’m so sorry and I love you too and you’re definitely included in the aforementioned cuddly shenanigans) 💞☕️🥰😘

Have a snippet from a soft prompt that just needs a tad more fine tuning

Eddie puts the last of the dry dishes away in the bottom cabinet, and not a moment too soon. He’s got an early shift in the morning and has to get to bed. He could have left them in the rack for tomorrow, but it gave him extra time to mentally replay the earlier parts of the night.

It really is a form of self-torture sometimes, having Buck over for dinner and homework and board games. Pretending they’re a family and this is a normal everyday thing he gets to have.

He tells himself it’s for Chris, too, but he also knows that’s a blatant lie. If Chris wasn’t a factor Eddie’s pretty sure he’d invent any and all reasons to spend more time with Buck.

Eddie sighs and lays the dish towel over the sink edge. The ridiculous one that says Silence of the Yams over a print of a sliced up root vegetable. It came as part of a set Buck and Chris gave him last Thanksgiving. It’s probably not a coincidence he uses this particular one the most. The shade is a nearly identical match to the burnt orange sweater Eddie always likes on Buck.

There are times it feels like he’s not the only one with all these feelings (sweater preferences aside). Like there’s something in the casual touches and glances that pass between them. Something electric and charged that’s more than bros or friends and decidedly not platonic.

One day, maybe, he’ll work up the nerve to tell Buck what’s in his heart. To ask him on a date and hope he’s not fucking up the best relationship that’s ever happened to him and his son. For now he’ll take whatever Buck is willing to give. Even if it only ever comes in the form of shoulder nudges, zoo trips, and Keeping the Peas housewares.

[daisychainsandbowties]

For the ask game 12 and 38

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

i’m afraid i have only stupid advice so here we go

the best way to start the morning is with beef jerky and black coffee.

put laffy taffy in the fridge for a while before you eat it (slow). that way it’s hard and like rock candy for the first half and then soft and yielding for the second half

put sushi in the freezer for a little while before you eat it. i (casper) think this makes the texture perfect.

tamari is better than soy sauce because. it’s sexier and tastier.

don’t trust how marshmallows smell. the more terrible the aroma, the better the taste.

pay attention to birds. you will like the world more and there are lots of different birds and doves are really really stupid 😍🥰

don’t run until you have a stomach ache. stop before that happens.

the lime in a cuba libre is the most important ingredient

play video games on easy if they’re not fun to play 🥰

38. fave song at the moment?

got to be mine by vulfmon. someone played it on repeat for a whole week and now it’s in my head forever. but luckily it’s a very addictive song 😌

[sometimesanalice]

Ollie!! 🫒

This was so lovely and sweet! There’s nothing I love more than some mutual pining! I adored how cozy this fic was!

and mistletoe is placed sporadically per request of Bradley. — my favorite menace 🥰

Bob has spent the past two hours trying to make these chocolate-covered marshmallows, look like the cutest reindeer and grinches anyone has ever seen. He knows he shouldn’t be putting this much effort into something people will be too tipsy to notice. He wants to impress you though. — oh 🥹 this is so sweet! I love that he’s trying to catch her attention with his handiwork on those treats! I bet he tempered the chocolate and everything!

At that very moment, Bradley has decided he needs a lot of space for the pool game he’s taking part in. You and Bob are shoved a bit over, and he grabs your arms to steady you, and you gaze into each other’s eyes for a minute. The spell is broken by Natasha coughing and pointing up. You both look up and… oh. You’re standing right under the mistletoe. — the most dynamic of duos helping their friend to get the girl of his dreams! They’re definitely landing themselves on the Nice List this year 🥰

Looking around you’ve never felt so surrounded by love. You’ve come to find a family in the best of the best. — oh I’m all soft over this!

let your heart be light

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x reader

prompts: Caught under the mistletoe

song: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by Frank Sinatra

summary: after 8 months of pining, fate works in your favor to get you and the shy WSO together. or maybe it was rooster who got you two together? who’s to say!!

warnings: no use of y/n, but there is the nickname “Mouse”so much fluff you’ll get a cavity. there are switches between you and bob’s pov, but its shown with a divider! mentions of alcohol and food. no descriptors besides she/her pronouns! no smut but as always 18+

wc: 3.1k

a/n: wow i have been stuck with this. but its pushed me to do new things and i had so much fun! i absolutely love the holidays. i hope you love mouse and bob<3 this is for @lewmagoo ‘s holiday celebration. thank you for letting me be apart of it, and i hope you have the happiest of holidays!

“Shit! Mouse can you hand me another piece of tape? This piece of garland will not stay up.” With a laugh, you jog to where Penny is standing on the pool table, a dejected look across her face.

For the last 8 months, you've been working at the Hard Deck as a bartender for Penny, your mom’s wonderful best friend, who knew you needed a job to help with school. This week though, Penny asked if you could put down the cocktail shakers for tinsel because TOP GUN is having its annual holiday party.

Tinsel is hung in between the coffee mugs hanging from the ceiling, a table by the fireplace has been replaced with a Christmas tree, the warm-toned string lights hung around the entire inside have been replaced with multi-colored Christmas lights, and mistletoe is placed sporadically per request of Bradley.

After putting the last ornament on the tree, you take a step back & take it all in. You’ve been struggling this year, as it is your last full year of your master's degree program: so many appointments, meetings, critiques, and an abundance of schoolwork. You’ve barely had the chance to live this year. This last week of decorating has allowed you to breathe, despite it being considered work. Being at the Hard Deck, around people you consider friends always fills you with warmth, especially when you see a certain sandy blonde, bespectacled WSO.

Over the 8 months of working at the bar, you and Bob have become somewhat friends, always making conversation whenever he needs a break from the other members of the Dagger Squad, learning about each other a little bit more each time he comes to get some peanuts. You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t harboring feelings for him, in fact you think it’s pretty obvious to maybe everyone besides Bob. Penny, Natasha, Jake, and even Maverick calling you out on your crush. They took to calling you “Mouse” because you scurry away so fast after interacting with Bob, like a mouse who just got some cheese. Always leaving the conversations so fast when they’re done, filled with warmth and a bit of worry that maybe you said something embarrassing.

With a sigh and a slight smile, you walk out to your car and head home. The moment your head hits your pillow, images of the quiet WSO pop into your head, dreams of a life together surrounded by love

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Bob has spent the past two hours trying to make these chocolate-covered marshmallows, look like the cutest reindeer and grinches anyone has ever seen. He knows he shouldn’t be putting this much effort into something people will be too tipsy to notice. He wants to impress you though. When he first saw you behind the bar at the Hard Deck, he became smitten. He remembers stumbling over his words while ordering a ginger ale, and the blinding smile you gave him, which showed no judgment. Since then, you have consumed his thoughts, dreams, and even conversations with Natasha.

Every weekend, he would gaze across the bar longingly at you, until Natasha inevitably forced him out of his seat to talk to you. She always tells him you like him back, trying to get him to make a move, but he never fully believes her. The conversations he has with you, flow like you two have known each other for years. They leave him with a warmth that could rival the warmth of a hot chocolate. He wants them to last forever, but he just cannot work up the courage to make a move.

So here he is, the night before the party, putting tiny details on little chocolate-covered marshmallows, in the hope that maybe it will start a conversation with you.

When he finally finishes the little snacks, he gets ready for bed. He finds himself thinking about you and what a life with you by his side would look like. Bob falls asleep with a slight smile on his lips, the nervousness about tomorrow replaced by a feeling of love.

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The next day, you wake up and feel excitement rush through your veins. Despite having to work for half the party, you can’t wait to be surrounded by some of your favorite people. You put on your holiday playlist and hum along to Frank Sinatra’s Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas while you get ready for the night. You have to be at the bar a bit earlier than usual, the holiday drink menu takes a little time to prepare, and you also want to help Penny with any last-minute things she might need done. After putting the finishing touches on your makeup, you slip on the red velvet dress you bought for the occasion. The white lace on the cuffs and neckline give it the look of Mrs. Claus, which you thought was perfect for tonight. Slipping on your shoes and grabbing your keys, you make your way to the bar, the joy you felt from this morning never dying down.

Once at the bar, you immediately rush to where Penny is carrying a box of holiday glasses.

“Oh my, hold on Penny let me grab those from you!” Once she sees you, she immediately lets out a sigh of relief and a little huff of a laugh, “Thank you Mouse, I thought I was going to have to sit out here and wait for someone to help.” She grabs the door for you, and you both walk in, stopping for a moment to take in the sight of the lights and decorations. “We did a good job with this place, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it look so… joyful,” She said with a loving look. Looking over at her, you can’t help but be extremely thankful for her, and glad to be in the presence of someone so strong and lovely.

You put the box on the bar and start prepping drinks for the party, a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages the two of you made the day prior. After getting the pitchers of drinks from the back and to the fridge under the bar, you help Penny set up the food station with what you two already have, knowing that some of the TOP GUN members planned to bring their own dishes. Finally, when the prepping is over, you hear the door open and see Bradley, Jake, Mickey, and Javy walk in with bright smiles. You smile back at them as they make their way up to the bar, “Happy Holidays gentleman! Coyote, Rooster, you can sit the food over on that table over there!” Pointing to the table near the jukebox, you turn towards Jake and Mickey with a cheerful smile on your face, “What can I do for you?” Looking over the holiday drink menu, Jake turns back to you with that permanently plastered smirk on his face, “Happy holidays Mouse, can I get a nice cup of the spiked eggnog?” You nod, listening to the others tell you what they want, you move to get it all out of the fridge. As soon as you do you watch Natasha and Bob walk in.

Stopping in your tracks, you take in Bob’s look for the night. He’s ditched the khaki uniform for a red velvet jacket over a white shirt, and a nice pair of jeans, which is doing wonders for his legs. You realize then, that the two of you are matching. You also notice he’s got a plate of what looks like really cute marshmallows, jesus as if he couldn’t get more endearing. Standing mouth agape and eyes wide open, you hear someone clear their throat, and you’re snapped out of your thoughts. Blinking rapidly, you go back to what you were doing and get the drinks ready for the guys while Natasha and Bob make their way up to the bar.

While you're handing the guys their drinks, Natasha takes in the sight of your outfit, looks at Bob’s outfit, and then turns back to you with bright eyes, a smirk making its way onto her face, “Happy holidays Mouse! Looks like you and Bob here are matching tonight!” Before Bob can notice, you shoot her a sharp glare that drops as soon as you meet Bob’s eyes, a smile that reaches your eyes replacing it. “Happy Holidays Mouse,” Bob says while fidgeting with his hands. He seems to have a slight blush across his cheeks, and for a minute you think he might be just as flustered as you.

“Happy Holidays you two, see any drinks that catch your eye?” You make eye contact with Bob as you ask the question, but soon you break it if only to hide the obvious affection shining in them. Bob and Natasha look over the little menus put out, and he asks with a gentle smile “Can I get a cup of the non-alcoholic punch?” You nod your head and wait for Natasha to give her order, and as soon as she does you’re getting the drinks ready and put in front of them.

With one last shy smile shared between you and Bob, you let him know where he can put the snacks he brought, and you watch as they make their way over to other members of the Dagger Squad. Wistfully sighing as you watch more members of TOP GUN start pouring in, the Christmas music playing drowned out by laughter and friendly competition. Tonight will be busy for sure, but the love and joyfulness that surrounds the bar is worth the exhaustion you know you’ll be facing at the end of the night.

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When Bob walked into the Hard Deck, he was sure his heart was going to jump out of his chest at the sight of you. You look so gorgeous in the red velvet dress, that shockingly matches his outfit and a cheeriness that put a smile on even Tom Kazansky’s face. It wasn’t until Rooster snapped at him, that he realized he was staring. After the formalities at the bar, he knew he was going to be counting down the minutes until he could talk to you again. He watched as you talked to those coming up the bar, and made their drinks with skills he couldn’t even imagine. He daydreams about days of cooking your food while you finish school work on the couch, and spending the rest of the night cuddled up watching movies together. Natasha only makes a few comments about his staring, she already knows he plans to ask you on a date tonight so she doesn’t feel the need to push him too hard. Soon he watches as the last of TOP GUN piles into the bar, and as you finally get to take a breather.

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After the last member comes in, Penny nods, letting you know you can enjoy the party. Walking out from behind the bar, you go to the snack table to grab a few things. Once you have a bit of food on your plate, you make your way pool table where the Dagger squad has taken up their usual spots. You greet them all with a wide smile and stand beside Bob.

“Hi Mouse, you look lovely tonight.” You look down at yourself and fidget with the plate in your hands before looking back up at him, “Hi Bob, you look handsome tonight, I mean not that you don’t every night but the jacket is a nice touch.” You realize you’re starting to ramble so you let out a huff of laughter, “Sorry, you also look lovely tonight Bob.” You look at him and his features have softened, and his smile is so wide you wonder if it hurts. “Thank you, so tell me about your week,” the two of you fall into the flow of conversation. You tell him all about setting up the bar for tonight, and he tells you about teaching the new TOP GUN recruits this week. While he’s talking you take a look at the little snack you saw him bring in, realizing all the little details put onto the marshmallows.

“Bob did you decorate these??” You ask with wide eyes, realizing he must have spent hours on them. “I did, are they good? I wanted to make sure they were at least cute enough, despite them being eaten,” he says with a bashful smile. “They’re amazing! I mean the little hat on the Grinch? It’s so so cute!” You take a bite and let out a little moan at how good it tastes, but when you look back up that blush is back on his face, pupils dilated, and the tips of his ears are red.

Once you finish eating the plate you brought over, you set it on the table and turn back towards Bob. At that very moment, Bradley has decided he needs a lot of space for the pool game he’s taking part in. You and Bob are shoved a bit over, and he grabs your arms to steady you, and you gaze into each other’s eyes for a minute. The spell is broken by Natasha coughing and pointing up. You both look up and… oh. You’re standing right under the mistletoe. Looking back at Bob, he’s already staring back at you, then to your lips, and back to your eyes. You feel a shiver run down your spine. With a shy look, he begins to speak, “Mouse is it alright if I kiss you?” You can barely hear him over the chattering and music, but you do hear him. You nod your head and lean in.

When your lips meet it’s like everyone else in the bar has disappeared, the chattering and music are far away, the twinkle of the Christmas lights illuminate your closed eyes, and you taste the holiday punch he had been drinking. The tension in your body leaves, and you feel like you’re dreaming. The only way you know you are not is you can feel his hand on the back of your neck lightly massaging there.

Once you two pull away, the sounds of the squad cheering fade back in, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. When you hear Natasha snap at them, you pull your head out and look up at Bob.

“Hi,” he says with a slight giggle, which seems to be contagious because soon you’re giggling as well. “Hi,” you reply when the giggles seem to die down. Your eyes trace his facial features and you fix his glasses back to their original position, a nervous smile playing on your lips.

Bob looks into your eyes and he seems a bit nervous, “I feel like I'm doing this backward, but I really like you, and I have since I saw you working behind the bar for the first time. Do you think maybe I could take you out on a date tomorrow?”

You tilt your head to the side, a kind smirk playing on your lips as you play with the hair on the nape of his neck, “Of course Bobby. Seeing you every week has been the highlight of my year, and you make me feel like the only person in the room whenever we talk. So of course, I would love to go on a date with you.”

Right as you finish speaking, you hear Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas carry through the bar. You two look into each other’s eyes, your breathing has slowed down, and you start to sway to the song. You know it’s not the most conventional thing but with Bob holding your waist, and a smile on his face, it feels right.

As the song plays you decide to think back on this year.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light”

Smiling softly, you decide this might be the best Christmas you’ve had. You feel as though there’s only you and Bob in the room. You feel like a weight is off of you as you lose yourself in the dance.

“From now on, our troubles will be out of sight”

Next year, you will have your master's degree and you can finally rest. You think about how with Bob by your side it doesn’t seem all that hard. You’re excited for what the future holds for the first time in forever.

“Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore”

Being surrounded by these people who you have come to cherish, you get thrown back to your childhood and the warmth you felt with family at Christmas. How Christmas felt so carefree at the time, and so full of love.

As the song continues, you and Bob slowly move to holding hands and standing next to the rest of the dagger squad, who seem to all be feeling the song. They’re all singing and swaying while holding onto each other.

“Faithful friends who are dear to us, gather near to us, once more.”

Looking around you’ve never felt so surrounded by love. You’ve come to find a family in the best of the best.

“Through the years, we all will be together if the fates allow.”

You look at Bob and see a future of more holidays spent wrapped up in each other and the love of friends, you trust their skills as pilots, and trust that fate will keep you together.

“Hang a shining star upon the highest bough and have yourself a merry little Christmas now”

The lights in the bar twinkle around you all as you all gather around each other saying goodbye and happy holidays. The star on top of the tree in the bar reflects on you all and leaves you feeling warm inside. The smile on your face never goes away as you look at Bob with his friends.

When he comes back to you, you’re fiddling with your dress and you look at him with adoration, “Would you like to come over and watch a movie while we drink hot chocolate?”

He leans in and gives you another kiss, and it’s just as breathtaking as the first one. “Of course,” he says with a hint of breathlessness. When the two of you walk out holding hands, you look up to the night sky and realize this will be the first Merry Christmas you’ve had in a while.

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tagging: @floydsmuse @sometimesanalice @lunatygerqueen

[tripleaxeldiaz]

also 💃🏻 + i love you when baking chocolate chip cookies and i s2g i'll write you a god damn epic if you make it sterek

BETTER GET WRITING BABE 😂😂🥰🥰

(also posted here)

There’s a cloud of flour hanging in the air when Derek walks in, covering the entire apartment in a haze. The smell of chocolate and sugar is heavy in his nose, as well as hints of vanilla and cinnamon and…chili powder? Coffee beans? Mayo? He quickly toes off his shoes and heads towards the kitchen because what in the world could possibly involve those flavor combinations?

He turns the corner and lets out an involuntary gasp at the sight that greets him.

“War zone” is the first word that comes to mind — every inch of their kitchen is covered in something. Flour on the counters. Streaks of egg whites running down the front of the sink. Smears of butter on the refrigerator handle. Something bubbly and green on the oven door. And even more smells than when he first walked in — orange zest, mint, something savory like gravy, and something sickly sweet like marshmallows.

And sitting on the floor, in the eye of the hurricane, is Stiles, looking very messy and very upset.

Derek picks his way through the minefield of eggshells and slides carefully down the cabinet Stiles is leaned against until they’re shoulder to shoulder. Stiles lays his head on his shoulder immediately, instinctually, and Derek brushes bits of dried dough out of his hair so he can rest his cheek too. They sit in silence for a while, Stiles seemingly lost in thought, Derek trying to sort through the many, many questions he has about how Stiles’ day led him here.

Stiles sighs eventually, deep and world weary, and sits back up, his head resting back on the cabinet with a soft thunk. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” he mumbles, staring off into the middle distance.

“A mess like this is definitely a surprise. I didn’t even know we owned this much baking supplies.”

Stiles snorts and shoves his shoulder against Derek’s. “No, asshole. I mean— I had lunch with Cora today, and we were talking about your birthday — do not look at me like that, you know I always do something — and she told me how your mom always made chocolate chip cookies for you and let you eat them for breakfast.” Derek feels a familiar sting, but Stiles grabs his hand and slots their fingers together before it hurts too bad. “But of course she couldn’t remember the recipe, but she said she could absolutely remember them by taste, and long story short—” he gestures around the kitchen, dispersing the flour cloud that had resettled above them. “I made 24 batches of cookies, Derek. Two dozen. And none of them were right, according to Cora.”

He doesn’t mean to laugh, he really doesn’t, but he can’t help it — the baseline happiness he feels with Stiles, plus the extra joy of Stiles putting clearly insane amounts of effort into making Derek’s birthday special, it all comes bubbling out in a laugh he can feel down to his toes. Stiles looks scandalized for all of 15 seconds before he’s laughing too, and Derek pulls him into a kiss that tastes like burnt sugar and sunshine, because what else is he supposed to do?

“I love you,” he says, still laughing as they break apart, resting their foreheads together.

“Even if I can’t recreate your cherished childhood memories?” Stiles asks.

“Even then,” Derek says, kissing him again. “But, I can give you the right recipe.”

“Seriously?”

Derek nods, reaching above them for the yellow bag of chocolate chips. He plops it on Stiles’ lap and points to the recipe printed on the back. “Right here.”

Stiles’ jaw drops. He stares at it motionless for so long that Derek would worry about his breathing if he couldn’t still hear his heartbeat.

“Jesus Christ,” Stiles yells, shaking the bag like it’s personally wronged him. “You’re telling me that your mom’s super secret special recipe is the one they’ve been printing on these bags for 50 years?”

Derek shrugs. “Only difference is she browned the butter.”

Stiles is up like a rocket at that, furiously combing through the cabinets for a clean pot, lamenting at how hard it is to brown butter without burning it, and planning payback for Cora for “the undue stress she put me under today”.

Derek stays with him, listening to every word, helping when he’s told to, and when the last batch comes out at 1:15am, Stiles sticks a candle in the still gooey center of one and sings “Happy Birthday” to him by candle and moonlight.

It’s the best birthday he’s ever had, no contest.

[certifiedjaeger]

Eren loves Y/N’s cheeks. They’re as soft as marshmallows and squishing them gives him so much serotonin. He especially loves when you’re eating because it makes you look like a chipmunk and you give him the most adorable grumpy face when he pokes your stuffed cheek.

At first when you said cheeks, I thought you meant 🍑 and I was like 👀 ur so right

But AWWWW I love this 🥺 imagine Eren doing that thing where he squishes your cheeks together and gives you a kiss 🥺💕😭 like he’d squish your cheeks together and let out the softest little laugh from how cute he thinks you look as you glance up at him and give him a lil pouty face

And he wouldn’t be able to help himself, he would simply have to lean down and give your pouty lips a little kiss 🥺🥲🥰

[mothdruid]

Soft dom Druig reading to his girl after an intense session or even just after a really hard day… they’re all cleaned up and she’s calmed down but still wants to cuddle and be close to him, they’d lie by the fire or in bed with steaming mugs of cocoa (extra marshmallows for her, he never forgets) and he’d read one of her favourite books aloud until she falls asleep because he knows it soothes her

the soothing sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. the way druig would cuddle you after you fell asleep, still making sure that you are safe and secure while you slumber 🥰

druig is such a softie deep down and we all know it ❤️

[bheemaxrama]

uGh they’re so soft for eo, they’re marshmallows 🥰

imagine being this in love idk sounds nice 🥺

[chaotic-noceur]

cramming this into todays schedule before class starts because I refuse to let this sit in my ‘to read’ list any longer. also cuz I was thinking about being a badass and mando being impressed and then went shit, el wrote a fic for this. i can just read words instead of using my brain! so here I am :) in other words, thank you for writing this, love. it’s exactly what I was looking for! 🥰🥰

Look once into those big eyes and it’s like they knows your deepest darkest secret and it’s terrifying, until they waddle off to swallow a whole frog that is.

ngawww i love the little hint of master yoda that you’ve given yodito 🥺🥺 and then its like ‘oh yea he's also an idiot sometimes’ 😂 love it!

In reality there wasn’t much of the actual crest left,

dsfgdjfgsd idk why but din being a mediocre bounty hunter who gets his ass whooped sometimes but also doesn't know how to parents, or maintain a ship is all just hilarious to me 😂 i love tin man and his mediocrety. he's very relatable and now I want him to be my best friend

He had stridden up to and flat out told you he wanted to give you fighting lessons.

argh! help him, he’s awkward 😂😂

The question came out robotic, the words detached from the familiar soft tone of his morning request.

asdfgbhj why u gotta hurt me like this 😭

saw the way his helmet would lock on to whatever would walk just a little too close to you.

ahhhh he’s so protective and worried 🥺🥺

The imposing and dangerous manner in which he presented himself was a stark contrast to the small green eared bundle that he gently cradled in his arm. The imposing and dangerous manner in which he presented himself was a stark contrast to the small green eared bundle that he gently cradled in his arm.

kshddkhkjhk this remind me of those memes that are like ‘mandos trying to hunt down someone and yoditos offering them a wet cheerio’ 😂😂

The thought that you were the only one who got the privilege of seeing him be truly open and caring with the child made you smile to yourself,

SAHGFKASDFH OH MY GOSH, YES!! have I ever mentioned how much of a sucker i am for the ‘stone cold on the outside, soft as a marshmallow when in private’ trope? its not healthy by any means but I am so soft for the ‘im okay with being vulnerable around you’ vibes 

The response was immediate, his hand curled round yours, fingers locking together.

THEY’RE HOLDING HAND!!! THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS!!! I CANNOT. 

the affect was akin to throwing a spattering of water onto hot coals, you could almost see some of the tension release from him, hear the gentle hiss of it evaporating away.

ahhhhh this is beautiful el!!

You gave his hand a squeeze, a silent thank you.

answering the squeezes of Mando’s hands with ones of your own

askgfasjkgahsgfa el el el el el!! i love love love this. subtle gestures kill me everytime and I just- arghhhh i love this so much 🥺🥺

I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel weak with my constant asking, I’m so so sorry. You don’t need to prove to me that you are strong by doing this, I know you are, I’ve always known,

you really out here making me cry el 😭 this is so soft and sweet but like nah, I'm gonna kick red’s ass

ahhhh the entire fight scene was so smooth and well written!!

“Don’t you dare scare me like that again,” He said, resting his helmet on the crown of your head.

kadsfjhdsfajhdsajhdsaj more soft din moment oh my gosh 🥺🥺

“We’ll figure out what it is, how to protect you,” there was a pause, like he was contemplating something. Then he reached out and took your hand in his. “We’ll do it together.”

I AM SO DAMN SOFT FOR THIS TIN MAN

Hey! I've read some of your fics and they're so good! could you do a din X reader one where the reader is a part of dins 'crew' and he keeps offering to teach her to fight but awkwardly declines, and does this until they find another clan of mandalorians and at first they don't like her and question din for having someone 'weak' on his team. And defensively she says she can take down one of their warriors and dins asking her not to do this but during the fight she reveals she's force sensitive?

*Hia darling anon!! firstly thank you so much, that means the world to me :)). secondy i hope this is what you had in mind, i got a little carried away (hello word count of 3.8K+ oops) hence why this has taken a while to get out to you. enjoy!

Far From Weak

He wasn’t meant to have found out like this. Hell, he wasn’t supposed to have found out at all. You’d been doing a good job at hiding it so far, though the kid seemed to have sussed you out. Look once into those big eyes and it’s like they knows your deepest darkest secret and it’s terrifying, until they waddle off to swallow a whole frog that is.

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