37 for QuinFox for the kiss roulette? ❤️
37. kiss on the back of the neck
send me an ask for a lil kiss with your pairing of choice <3
thank you for the ask, anon!! you know I am weak for these two..
also due to circumstances outside of my control, this has turned into 687 words written in 30 minutes with two different kinds of kisses in addition to the request. hope u understand
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In hindsight, maybe Quinlan should’ve warned him.
He tends to forget that not everyone can sense the presence of other beings as easily as they can smell a pastry or taste blood on their tongue. The concept of being painfully aware of every damned sentient being in the vicinity has become second nature to Quinlan, something that’s familiar to him as the curves of the sconces in the Temple halls or the way that Mace’s scowl twitches just to the left when Quinlan smiles at him for too long.
But, still.
He should’ve warned him.
It’s not like Quinlan could help himself. Fox was standing with his back turned away from the doorway to his office, something that Quinlan would’ve teased him over (Didn’t the Kaminoans teach you how to watch the damn entrances?), but he could see the way Fox’s shoulders were pinched around his neck and the way that his hand was gripping the belt of his lower armor so tightly that Quinlan’s not sure how the plastoid didn’t snap in two.
Every single cord of muscle in Fox’s body seemed to be in a competition for who could kill Fox the fastest… And it appeared like the one on the back of his neck was currently winning, judging by the way that Fox’s head was hunched over into his datapad like he was trying to either eat it or whisper sweet, sweet nothings into its deepest pixels.
Before Quinlan knew it, he was slinking across the room and slightly bumping Fox’s unarmored back with his chest, placing gentle hands on his waist and brushing his mouth over the mess of gray-streaked curls that sit gracefully on the nape of Fox’s neck.
“Hey, sw–”
Ah, and now there’s a blaster in his stomach paired with wild brown eyes and bared teeth. Somehow, Fox didn’t even drop the datapad.
Quinlan only smiles softly in the face of his own beautiful mortality.
“Fuck,” Fox turns from a rabid animal to a slightly less rabid animal with a sigh and a scrub of his hand (still holding the datapad) over his face. “You scared me.”
Fox puts his blaster that was one press from rearranging Quinlan’s kidney back into the holster with a click. And right before Quinlan was about to make a joke regarding if Fox was happy to see him. Next time.
“Sorry,” Quinlan lies.
Fox attempts to narrow his eyes, but it falls terribly short when the prestigious Commander exhales and leans forward, reacquainting his forehead to Quinlan’s shoulder with a dull thunk. Quinlan breathes his own little chuckle and buries his hand into Fox’s hair, scratching his scalp. Fox melts and Quinlan takes more of his weight with a quirk of his lips.
“Was gonna ask if you wanted to go to Dex’s with me,” Quinlan murmurs to the ratty couch shoved against the wall, wondering how easily he could get Fox onto it later.
Fox hums and picks his weight up so he can look at Quinlan properly. Any hint of his scowl has cleared away with the clouds and there’s only a hard-fought trusting gaze that cuts through a fallen dark curl. Quinlan clears it away with gentle fingers that still hum against the storyboard of Fox’s skin.
“You buying?” Fox raises an eyebrow. The silvery scar that runs through it like a stream catches the sunlight outside.
Quinlan kisses his forehead and lingers for a moment, just long enough to whisper there, “Stole some credits from Obi’s robes. He owes me anyway.”
Fox snorts and pulls away, finally placing the datapad on the desk. He sets it right next to the tiny holopicture of the two of them from a few rotations ago. Fox runs a loving finger over the frame, shrugs and responds, “Good enough for me.”
He puts his upper armor back on, steals a proper kiss, and then they’re walking through the halls again and making fun of the worst Senator of the week.
Quinlan’s heart sings the entire time because while the Force may not be second nature to Commander Fox, Quinlan Vos sure as hell is.
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hi ik you don’t really do prompt rn but could we have some soft billdip hcs/drabble (or as soft as these two can get)? i’m a sucker for the way you write them and your works have genuinely helped me through the past weeks. even if not thank you for your works bc mmmm idk how you do it it’s just *chefs kiss* (:
Have some soft headcanons, then!
The first time Bill and Dipper took a bath together wasn't.... really a bath, per se. They'd probably run afoul of some supernatural skunk thing and had to soak in tomato juice, bickering about whose fault it was. The times they actually bathed together usually ended in water fights. Dipper half-drowned a couple times; Bill plays rough.
They've since settled down a bit! These days, the times they sink into one of Bill's hedonistic baths in his pyramid are pretty relaxing times to chat and flirt with each other.
And if Dipper's very sick or injured, Bill might even pick him up and set him in a warm bath, while taking charge of all the scrubbing down and rinsing of the pitiful mortal. While grumbling a little, but still!
Bill can cook. The trouble is getting him to stop adding ingredients that 'make things interesting', or go more along demonic culinary tastes - But he could, theoretically, make a decent meal. This is an uphill battle, since Bill's convinced following human recipes is boring and dumb. Dipper may even win it one day.
A fun fact that Dipper may or may not have learned by now is that Bill can purr! For the same reasons a cat might - calm, content, and relaxed.
However, Bill also hasn't done it in forever. For that kind of thing to happen, he'd have to be really content - to the point where let his guard down completely. Which I don't imagine he's done in basically.... eons? For all that he's had happy Party Times and pleased Winning Times and even Chill times, it's pretty impossible to ever really stop watching your back in the demon realm.
But say. After a great day. One where Bill's just won something, he's done something clever to pat himself on the back about, and he gets to chill with his husband in bed while Dipper rubs his back - just a calm, domestic-ish hangout where they're chilling - Dipper might feel and hear that rumbling start up. To his great surprise.
(And Bill's. He genuinely can't remember the last time that old instinct kicked in; it's unsettling.)
Here is what I imagine a triangle purring sounds like. It's more big-cat-like in the human body.
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Pasta! I'm so happy you got to meet charlie!!!! We need a play by play of every interaction!!!! I'm going to meet him in a month and I'm so excited and scared haha
I wrote some play-by-plays and posted about our interactions so those are up now! And I can honestly say he is, without a doubt, the kindest, warmest, and most wonderful actor or celeb I've met. I was so, so nervous to meet him as @wonderlandmind4 can confirm. He's my favorite actor, who played what became my favorite character ever, and whose work quite literally changed the course of my life (since his portrayal of DD led to TRT which has snowballed into this massive thing, on top of how seeing Matt's struggle helped me process a lot of heavy stuff I struggled with). On top of that, I wanted to ask him to hold the red thread for our photo and I wasn't entirely sure he'd be down for that, AND I wanted to mention at the autograph how much his portrayal of Matt had helped me. And my anxiety levels were off the charts.
But he made it so, so easy to talk to him, to ask him to hold the thread or do other fun things for photo ops, and to interact with him. I've never seen anyone at events like this engage as easily, as happily, and as warmly as he does. He wants to talk with you, and hear what you have to say. He's genuinely happy to see you and sign things and for you to show him cool DD things (@intricate-melody got to show him her stunning DD tattoo and he signed her arm!). He cares about what you have to say, and his big smile when you come up to him is so kind that you just feel like this weight is off your shoulders, because he's so happy you're there, and that just... makes you feel more confident. Because when someone's happy to see you, so happy they get those little crinkles around their eyes, well, it's a lot easier to talk to them.
So from someone who was CRAZY nervous about meeting Charlie, I can tell you - you're going to have an absolutely AMAZING time meeting him. ❤️
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How do u like to make ur rice and beans? What kinda beans?? Ngl it sounds good but I’m just imagining a can of baked beans 😅
omg. its pretty basic! i make mine in an instant pot but i saute onions and jalapeños, then use brown rice, black beans, diced tomato, cumin, chili powder, garlic, salt, pepper, lime juice, and vegetable stock. after its cooked i mix in fresh green onion and cilantro, and then garnish with more fresh cilantro, green onion, jalapeño, and lime as needed when i serve it up ^_^
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