How about: "I don't think I've ever seen you smile" and "Oh, don't be cute"/"Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"
Thanks!!
Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
Thank you @clonethirstingisreal - I hope you love this Carol, it actually brought a smile to my face as I was writing it.
Enjoy, love oo.
One Meal
Warnings: knife flipping, allusions to loss, slight angst, fluff. I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.
Main Master List | Star Wars Fic Roulette
Hunter flicked his knife back and forth in between his fingers, as he contemplated the next mission. Things were … different, since you joined. Not good or bad … just different. It been about six months, and yes, the Marauder was cleaner and didn’t have that lingering smell anymore, and yes, the meals had gotten better too, because you refused to just eat the ration bars the GAR provided. And … okay, it was nice to see your smiling face in the morning, compared to the miserable faces of his brothers.
Yet, he still felt awkward around you. He wanted to laugh with you, like you could so easily with Wrecker, to have deep discussion, like you could with Tech, even philosophical discussions like you did with Echo. Hell, he’d be happy if he could just do target practice with you, like you did with Crosshair, but … every time he opened his mouth, he was curt, short tempered, and on edge.
It wasn’t even your fault, it was just him.
He stood from his seat, heading down the ramp and taking in a breath of fresh air. You were cooking dinner, doing your best to teach Wrecker that just because salt tasted good, didn’t mean he had to put in a whole table spoon full.
It made him laugh a little as you tried to explain in your most patient voice possible, that you’d fix the dinner and Wrecker could go help Tech or Crosshair with something else. It was your polite way of saying ‘go away.’
Hunter tried but he couldn’t stop the smile on his lips, as he walked over to you.
"I don't think I've ever seen you smile" you pointed out as he walked up to you. “What’s got you so happy?”
“Oh, I just saw how you were very tactful with Wrecker. It was funny.”
You shrugged trying to fight back your own laughter as you tried to fix the stew, by adding more water, “He tried. I’m grateful he’s willing to learn.”
“Need help? I’m not completely inept when it comes to cooking.”
You looked a little surprised when he asked, not that his offering to help was a real shock, it was the fact you realized this was the first time you two had a proper conversation. “Um … yeah, if you don’t mind using your handy dandy knife there, that you like flipping around so much, to cut up some of these veggies so I can add them, that’d be great.”
Hunter chuckled at your description, as he nodded, taking a seat and getting to work, “Where did you learn to cook?” He asked, hoping to get to know you a little better.
“My mom and grandmother. They were adamant that I learn how to feed an army if I ever needed to …” you chuckled, “I had a big family, back home. Usually there would be around twenty of us for dinner.”
“Twenty? Did you have a lot of siblings?”
“No. It was just me. But I had uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, neighbours, anyone and everyone who needed a meal could always come to our place for dinner. We never turned away anyone in need of a good meal.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It was …” a sadness passed your face, as you thought back to what had once been your home, until the Separatist droid army showed up, and destroyed everything you had held so dear.
Hunter saw your smile slip, it pained him to see that you had been through so much, although he hadn’t heard about it directly from you, he did overhear what had happened when you were talking with Tech. “Well we appreciate all your efforts, especially when you’re trying to teach us neanderthals how to cook.”
You giggled a little, pushing away the sad thoughts that had encapsulated your mind for a split second, “You’re not neanderthals.”
“We’re not exactly proper either. Couldn’t say, we’re exactly suited for a posh dinner.”
You shook your head as you laughed, “You don’t need to be suited for a posh dinner, you just need to show up to eat.” You smiled as you turned to look at him, smirking as you saw how perfectly he cut each vegetable.
You walked over and grabbed the tray of veggies, and dropped them into the stew, “Thanks for your help.”
“Of course. Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure”
“Why do you take care of us? I mean granted the Marauder smells a lot better, and the meals you cook are much better than the GAR rations, but … why do you do it?”
You stirred the stew as you contemplated the question, “I guess … because you feel like family to me.” You turned to look at him, truthfully, he was the only one that you didn’t think of as family, you wanted something more with him, something special, but seeing as this was the first time you two actually talked, it might be a bit far-fetched to imagine that could possibly happen. “And, I love seeing how my food makes you guys happy. Wrecker, has the biggest smile on his face, whenever he eats when I cook. Tech has this adorable blush, although he’ll never admit how much he enjoys my cooking. And Crosshair … well he always comes back for seconds; and frankly, between you and me, he needs to eat more. He’s too skinny. I could break off his collarbone if I needed.”
“I enjoy it too,” Hunter clarified as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I might not say it, but I always look forward to your cooking.” He blushed and turned his head away, not wanting you to see how much of an effect you had on him, and not just because of your cooking.
You laughed at his reaction, "Oh, don't be cute” you teased, “I might have to walk over there and pinch your cheeks.”
Hunter started to laugh, when he realized what you said, “Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"
i just read your bitching fic and xiysyditxtwjqgits （人´∀`*) i can die happy _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _
the kaomoji's make me think you were the requesting anon, so- I'm glad you liked it!! it didn't end up being smut, but you did get an almost 10k oneshot, so that's really a win either way. I enjoyed getting to play around with the concept a lot, so thank you for asking! 🫶
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!
Tagged by @ergotautology @dindjarindiaries @dracos-jedi-marvel @thewayofthemandalorian and @pascalz ❤️ y’all are seriously all the sweetest!!
(I promise you these are all real titles.)
in the food chain eyem the one that eatcha - Javi
i’ll worship like a dog - Father Ezra
literally how did it get worse - Whiskey
soy el aqua que mata tú sed - Javi
ouchy ouch ouch ouchhhh - Javi
please send help - Carrillo
does anybody remember that song about drowning your girlfriend and it was called a breezeblocks and we all acted like it was okay - Javi but make it a phone call
CAN WE NORMALIZE MEN WEARING BIG FLUFFY SWEATERS?? CAN WE DO THAT? - Ezra (and the sweater is grey bc fuck you Cindy)
WHAT THE FR*CK THIS IS SO CUTE - Ezra x cat
No pressure tags: @maxlordd @keeper0fthestars @opheliaelysia @mrpascals @gustavos @velvetmel0n
Scott McCall/Stiles StllinskiRating: G, Word Count: 590Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pets
‘Scott?’ Stiles asks from the bottom step ofthe stairs, his voice low and full of warning. He’d beenin the study, planning to do the administration but actually watchingconspiracy videos on YouTube, when he’d heardthe key in the front door and gone downstairs to greet his husband.
Scott’s smilewhen he looks up at Stiles is a little strained.
‘What’s with the box?’ Stiles continues. He folds his armsacross his chest.
‘Whatbox?’
‘The onebehind your back.’
‘Oh,that one.’ Scott turns his body andstarts walking backwards into the living room, making sure to keep the contentsof the box hidden behind his back. ‘Nothing.’ He freezes for a second, then startswalking away faster.
Stiles follows him, eyebrows raised. ‘Nothing, huh? Then what’s that little grey fuzzball peekingover your shoulder?’
Scott keeps that strained smile on his face as he reachesover and plucks the kitten off his shoulder and cradles it protectively againsthis chest. ‘Oh wow,’ he laughs awkwardly. ‘How did she get there?’
‘Climbedout of that box and up the back of your coat, would be my guess,’ Stiles says, rolling his eyes. Scott’s not the best of liars, but even forhim this is terrible.
‘Okay.Just… hear me out,’ Scott says. He walks the rest of theway to the living room, sits down on the couch and sets the box on the coffee table.There’s a fluffy green towel inside. ‘If you still want her goneafter, I’ll bring her back to theclinic. Tonight.’
Stiles thinks it over. If he hears Scott out, there’s a ninety percent chance the kitten’s staying. They had a plan: get thejobs they want, make sure they’resecure in those jobs, save money, and then they adopt pets and children. Hesits down next to Scott anyway.
‘Thislittle girl’s mom had too many babies andcouldn’t feed them all, and theowners didn’t have the time to reallytake care of her, so we kept this one tobottle feed, but she’sgetting too old to stay with us, which means she’ll haveto go to the shelter, but–’
‘But yougot attached,’ Stiles sighs. He can’t blame him. She’s adorable, with big blue eyes andfluffy grey fur. She looks at him, blinks slowly, then meows plaintively. ‘Okay, fine,’ Stiles says, smiling at Scott’s victorious grin. He takes thekitten from Scott, and his chest feels tight for a second. She’s so small and soft, so vulnerable.He settles her in the crook of his arm, where she nestles in and promptly fallsasleep.
‘I loveyou,’ Scott says.
‘I loveyou, too.’
‘I wastalking to her.’ Scott carefully strokes thekitten’s little head with onefinger. Stiles would flip him off if he didn’t thinkit would wake their kitten. ‘Whatare we going to name her?’ Scottasks.
‘Dustbunny,’ Stiles decides. ‘Because she looks like one.’
‘Bunnyfor short, I assume?’
‘Duh.’
‘I’m also assuming that I’m gonna have to make dinner?’
Stiles nods at Dustbunny. ‘There’s a cat sleeping on me. I can’t do anything until she wakes up.’
Scott laughs. ‘Well,I should probably get the food and toys inside first.’
‘How’d you know I’d say yes?’
‘BecauseI know you,’ Scott says, standing up. Hepresses a kiss to the top of Stiles’ headand walks back to his car.
‘He’s right. I could never say no to you,’ Stiles whispers to Dustbunny. ‘You’re going to be horribly spoiled.’
I’ve never tried writing this pairing before. I kept it pretty G, but I could see myself maybe exploring them some more. They’re fun together!
For Anon
Characters: Nyx + Prompto
Prompt: “I locked the keys in the car.”
Word Count: 772
“Noctis is gonna kill me!” Prompto declared, falling into a squat next to the car. “Then King Regis will revive me just to kill me again. Oh, and let’s not forget the wrath of Ignis!” Hooking his arms over his head, he let out a moan that echoed through the parking garage. As he whimpered and whined about his early demise, he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone on this level.
Hands shoved deep in his pockets, Nyx Ulric followed the mournful wail to see if he could lend a hand. The voice sounded familiar, and if it belonged to who he thought it did…well, it wasn’t the first or last time he would help them out.
Rounding the bumper of Prince Noctis’ car, Nyx quirked a brow at the little blond lump next to the driver’s side door. He stood there, waiting to be noticed, but all Prompto did was mutter about his impending death.
“Need a hand here, chickadee?”
Startled by the voice, Prompto jumped, falling against the car. He sat on the concrete for a moment, gawking up at Nyx with wide periwinkle eyes.
Nyx grinned at the stunned silence. Extending a hand, he hauled Prompto to his feet. Looking down at the pouting teen, he hooked his arm around his shoulders. Sad eyes peeked back from behind a chunk of blond fringe.
“Help.”
Nyx had to bite his lip to keep his opinion on Prompto’s cuteness to himself. “What did you do?”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
The man raised a brow in thought as he stared at Prompto. “…No.”
“Then I don’t wanna tell you,” Prompto grumbled, crossing his arms as he glared at the car.
Nyx clapped Prompto on the shoulder as he turned to walk away. “Guess you don’t need my help, then. See ya later, chickadee.”
Prompto hesitated as Nyx started walking away. The heels of the man’s boots clicked on the concrete as he strolled down the row of vehicles.
“Wait!”
Nyx stopped but didn’t turn back.
“I locked the keys in the car,” Prompto mumbled.
Slowly turned around to face Prompto, Nyx’s brows arched. “You what?”
“I locked the keys in the car!”
Yeah, there was no way he could have kept a promise not to laugh. “Seriously? Why the hell d’you even have the Prince’s keys?” he asked when he calmed down.
“Okay, A; you’re a jerk. And B; it's not funny. Noct was in a hurry, so I offered to park the car for him and return the keys when I see him later.”
“Can’t believe he trusted you,” Nyx commented, smirking at Prompto.
“He never will again if you don’t help me!” Prompto put his hands together, pleading the Glaive for assistance.
“What’s in it for me?” He watched Prompto squirm under his gaze, knowing if he wanted help, he would have to offer something in return. Nyx would help regardless, but this was more fun.
Prompto blushed, holding Nyx’s steely gaze. “Really? Can’t you do this outta the kindness of your heart?”
“Y’know, I think I should get paid for sticking my neck out for you all the time, short stack.” Crossing his arms, Nyx looked Prompto up and down. He squirmed and brushed his bangs away from his eyes. Licking his lips, he glanced at the car, weighing the pros and cons of his current predicament.
“I…I’ll do that thing you like,” Prompto muttered.
Nyx’s eyebrow may as well have had a permanent arch at this point. “Will you, now?”
“Promise! I won’t even chicken out in the middle!”
A bright grin washed over Nyx’s features. “I’ll hold you to that, pip-squeak. Okay, I’ll help.”
Relief washed through Prompto and he latched onto Nyx’s arm. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! So, what do we do?”
Nyx looked directly at Prompto, reached down, and grabbed the handle. Holding the blond’s gaze, he popped the latch and opened the car door.
Prompto’s jaw dropped. “Wha—? But! How did—?” Eyes flicking back and forth from the man to the car, Prompto babbled incomplete questions.
Somehow keeping his expression neutral, Nyx reached into his pocket and pulled out a key fob. “Spare, just in case. With auto-lock.”
“You had that all along, and you just let me suffer?” Prompto gaped, freckled nose wrinkled up.
Nyx shrugged one shoulder, ducking into the vehicle to retrieve the keys. “I like watching you squirm.” Winking, Nyx tossed the keys at Prompto. “See you tonight.”
He’d never hear the end of it, but the look on Prompto’s face as he walked away kept a smile on his lips for the rest of the day.
Here’s the deal, everyone. I thought of this idea a long time ago and...never did it? No reason. Just forgot and then I remembered. It’s called Fic Roulette. On my side of the screen, I have characters/people, prompts, songs, dialogue. On your side, you have the “indicators”. The fun part is, you have NO idea what’s on the other side. Think of it as a mystery grab bag. Each one corresponds with something on my side. It could be Marvel, SPN, real person, it could be a funny quote, it could be a sad prompt...The possibilities and combos are sort of endless.
What do I need from you? I need one ask, giving me a number, color, plant or flower, and aesthetic from the ones listed below. This counts as “votes”.
I.e. “anon” writes in and says: 2, blue, Daisy, and hero. Then if another person asks: 2, aqua, oak, and hemingway - then that’s two votes for “2″ and that’s in the lead. I need one of each of the categories. Each part is going to build a fic for me.
Whichever items get the most votes is what I’ll pair together and write. Once I’ve closed voting, I’ll let you all know what you picked (which votes won).
When is the deadline? Right now, it’s open ended. I have quite a few followers and I want all of you to get a chance to see this, and with the Holiday season happening, I think some of you aren’t on Tumblr as much, so I bet this won’t close until late Feb, possibly later.
How about 17 and 46 with Rex??? Only if u want to!!!
Hello gorgeous @skyofnostars,
You're so sweet. Of course, I want to.
I hope you'll enjoy this one. I was debating on which way I wanted this to go, but I'm happy with how it turned out. Also the story got away from me, so enjoy the 1400 words.
Love oo,
The Kiss
Warnings: Angst, kissing, drunken state, loss of life, Krell era, comfort, misunderstanding, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.
Main Master List | Star Wars Fic Roulette
Rex sat in his office going over several datapads reviewing the reports from several Majors, Lieutenants and Sergeants, each discussing from their own point of view how the battle progressed. Technically, some of this should’ve been handled by the General, but right now … they had to deal with General Krell, and he wasn’t going to let his man have to put up with anymore of his tyrannical way of thinking.
His eyes looked over the list of soldiers that had been lost from Krell’s last battle plan, his heart tightening with each name, each brother now gone. Simply because that Jedi … no, he’s no Jedi. He’s a monster. A vile excuse for a man who was currently in charge, at least until General Skywalker came back.
The Captain rolled his neck side to side, closing his eyes, trying to silence the anger and frustration that had grown within him. Why did General Skywalker have to be called away now? No, why did they have to be stuck with a General that clearly didn’t care about his troops.
You slowly made your way to Rex’s office, you were dreading having to face Rex, not only did you have to turn in your own report, but on top of all the other issues between you and Rex right now, you were going to have to apologize for your actions on the field. Krell pushed your buttons and you lashed out at him, well not just Krell, but also at Rex, it wasn’t Rex’s fault, you knew that; but it was all too much. Then to make matters worse he was the one who saved you, when you were getting ready to punch Krell.
He stood in front of you, dressing you down in front of the General. Telling you to learn your place. You knew he did it, so the General wouldn’t have an excuse to step in; it was embarrassing and awful, but he did save you; saved you from a court martial or worse, at least.
Maker, why was it so hard to be around him, now?
For a long time Rex and you were friends. It was an almost instantaneous friendship from the moment you two met. Then one night, one stupid drunken night at 79s you accidentally kissed him, which simultaneously sobered you up and ruined the friendship you both had.
After that night Rex kept his distance, the first real conversation you had with him was when you were yelling at him and General Krell, and he yelled back at you. Which wasn’t even a conversation, really.
Yet, now there were no more options left, as much as he wanted to avoid you, he’d have no option but to talk to you. Especially, since you had concerns about Krell.
You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
A moment was all you needed as you steadied your breath, before walking in. You stood at attention, waiting for Rex to acknowledge your presence.
He took a second to calm his nerves, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
“Lieutenant.”
“Captain, I’m here to give you my report.”
You held out the datapad to him, your heart aching, missing the camaraderie you both had once enjoyed. You missed it all, the joking, the laughing, the subtle flirting from your end, it had all stopped after that kiss.
He drew a clear line between you two and that was all there was to it.
“You can just leave it on the desk,” he focused his attention back on the report in front of him.
He wanted to look at you, he wanted to talk to you, but he didn’t deserve that. Especially, since when you drunkenly kissed him, it had been the most perfect kiss he ever imagined he could’ve had with you. He enjoyed the feel of your lips on his, the warmth from your breath gently washing over his skin, the weight of you in his arms, the way you made him feel, it was everything he could’ve possibly wanted. It was then he realized how much he cared for you. How much he wanted something more with you, but that wasn’t possible.
He felt as though he’d abused your kindness, your friendship. He felt ashamed to be near you.
You let out a sigh as you looked at him, “Will you ever look me in the eyes again?”
Rex didn’t have it within himself to answer you, much less to look at you.
You’d done this, you’d ruined your friendship. If you hadn’t been so drunk that night, if you hadn’t pushed the limits of your friendship none of this would be happening.
“I’m sorry.” You started, “I’m sorry for overstepping that night and kissing you,” Rex lifted his eyes to look at you, his heart tightened when he heard you regretted kissing him. His eyes took in all your features, studying each section of your face. Maker, how he missed your face, missed you. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me with Krell. I know I really put my foot in it and if it wasn’t for you stepping in and covering over what I said or was about to do …”
“Well you always manage to make my life interesting,” he smirked as he looked at you, “I’m just glad I stopped you off before you actually hit him. Truthfully, I didn’t want him to demote you or kick you out of the GAR, so I went a bit extra.”
“It’s fine, and you know, even if he didn’t react at that moment, I have a feeling he’s going to get back at me, one way or another. He may be a Jedi, but I think even he would think twice before going against someone related to one of the Republic Senators.”
“I highly doubt that would’ve phased him.”
“Probably not.” You smiled as you looked at him, “I am sorry about everything. I’m sorry I ruined our friendship that night and … I know you don’t feel comfortable around me …”
“Wait,” Rex held up his hand, “Do you think I’m avoiding you because … I’m mad at you or something?”
“Aren’t you?”
Rex closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face, “No.” He stood from his seat and walked over to you. As he looked into your eyes, he felt his heart start to beat faster, he slowly reached up his hand gently caressing your cheek. “Cyar’ika, the reason I was avoiding you was because … if I didn’t I would’ve overstepped. The moment you kissed me, I realized I was in love with you. I’ve been in love with you this whole time. This entire time, I’d been taking advantage of your kindness and sincerity, just so I could get close to you. I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same way, if you regret kissing me, but I want you to know, I love you.”
“You love me?”
“I have. I do. For a long time.”
You closed your eyes, your smile reaching all the way to your ears as you leaned into his hand, holding his hand against your cheek. “Look at you, showing some actual good taste. I’m almost impressed.” You laughed, as you slowly opened your eyes to look at him, “Rex, I’ve loved you from the moment we met. Maybe I didn’t realize it was love at first, but now looking back … it’s the only thing that makes sense. I love you, and truthfully, I don’t regret kissing you. I regretted the fact it pushed us apart.”
His lips gently pressed against your forehead, his other hand moved to the back of your head holding you close, “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I should’ve talked to you instead of making decisions on both of our behalf.”
“It’s okay” your hands went to his waist and pulled him closer. “You’re here now.” You opened your eyes, pulling away slightly to look at him, “What are we going to do about Krell? I don’t trust him. If this continues you won’t have any brothers left, and not to mention …”
“Shhhh” he pressed another kiss to your forehead, cutting you off, “I know, cyar’ika. I know.” Rex pulled you into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Right now, though. I just want to hold you in my arms and not worry about him. At least for a little bit.”
You didn’t fight him on it, you simply nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso as you pulled him in closer. There was time to deal with Krell, at least that’s what you hoped.
