1978 NBA All-Star Game
East 133 - West 125
Randy Smith - MVP - 27 PTS, 7 REB, 6 AST
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(The gang are playing charades)
(The word Toro got was French)
Spike: It's not German it's uh.... It has like spice like Ele... El
Parappa: no it's like oui oui, oui oui
Parappa: OUI OUI BITCH
Kat: oui oui is french
Toro: you should've just said Bonjour
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Your Wrecker fic destroyed me. I hope you decide to write more for him one day!
Hi sweet anon! I’m so glad to hear you liked it. I haven’t got anything else planned at present, but I do have a couple of little personal headcanon thoughts to share. Hopefully that scratches the itch for now!
Warnings: a teeny tiny passing reference to sex, and a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff under the cut.
First of all, every time Wrecker has shore leave, he brings Lula to your apartment so you can give her a fresh spritz of your perfume. The scent rarely lasts the entire duration of a mission away, particularly when his squad returns to Kamino instead of the Core, so you make sure to give her several good sprays whilst you’re mending any loose seams. He’d been beyond delighted when you made her for him; a little surrogate for yourself while he was away in the colours of his squad’s armour. You’d expected him to laugh at you - a hardened soldier with a soft tooka? - but you should have known he wasn’t the type to feel embarrassed about something like this. He’d embraced her fully, making a point of lavishing attention on her and booming his praise of your craftsmanship in front of his crewmates.
You’d been surprised to learn that of all his vode, he’s closest with Tech. The reserved, bespectacled commando had seemed as far from Wrecker as humanly possible - bizarre, then, that they’d supposedly been created from the same genetic material. But as you’d gotten to know them better, you’d learned that strange, fierce protectiveness that exists between any two brothers: both in defence of the other, one physically, the other intellectually.
When he’s not fighting, Wrecker is one of the gentlest people you’ve ever met. He's proud of his strength, and enjoys nothing more than a fight (it’s nice not to have to hold back for once and let his body realise its full power) but when he’s planetside with you, he loves nothing more than to feel the small bones in your hand under his careful fingers.
He has a sweet tooth, and one of his favourite things to do when staying with you is getting in the way helping while you make fresh honeycrusts. He bends down to let you reach his lips so he can taste the honey on your fingertips, still warm from the pastry. More than once he’s snatched you up into his arms and swung you around the tiny kitchen, making you squeal with laughter. Sometimes you have to remind him to quieten down a little bit when his thunderous voice becomes a problem for your upstairs neighbours. Since losing the hearing in his left ear he’s no longer aware of how loud he is, and as his voice naturally carries a lot further than most you just need to let him know that yes, you can hear him perfectly well. He doesn’t mind being told to keep it down, though sometimes he’s a little smug about telling you the same when your high-pitched wails become louder than strictly considerate.
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