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heybuddyitsmehai · 1 year

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I Hope You Have A ~Dreamy~ Christmas, My Gal!

A/N: Merry Christmas honey!! I am so so thankful for you and I luh you so very much!! You’re my favorite gal :’)

I know Morpheus is a godlike being thing and that he’s not allowed to love mortals from what I’ve read, and apparently he does feel hunger but doesn’t eat real food, just dream food??? but for this JUST PRETEND NEITHER OF THOSE ARE A THING

The day had been frigid and tiny snowflakes gathered around your windows. The faint sound of Christmas music played throughout your shared home and your cheeks ached from all the smiles they’d given your husband throughout the day.

“Sweetheart, do you want some soup?” You called from the kitchen.

Dream replied with an “un-uh” from where he was sat on your couch, his nose in a thick, well-kept dream journal from some other mortal.

You stepped out of the kitchen, a steaming bowl of soup in one hand and a surprise hidden from your husband in your other. You took a seat on the couch beside him, tucking your chilly feet underneath your crossed legs. You placed the soup on the coffee table in front of you, then flicked your eyes up to meet his.

“Morpheus.”

He lifted his face towards you, but kept his eyes glued to the words on the page. “Mmhmm?”

“Dream.” The steam from the soup rose and warmed your cheeks.

“I apologize,” He shook his head, clearing the fogginess from his mind, and shut the volume. “What is it, my love?”

“I got you something for helping me with the tree.” You smiled merrily.

He grinned, “I help you with it every year, you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Well, I did anyway.” You beamed at him and then bit your bottom lip for a moment, “Close your eyes.”

He smirked, but did as you asked, his pink lips taunting you as you watched them.

You took a moment to admire the man you loved, the familiar shape of his face and the wild strands of his dark hair. With a deep breath in, you sat forward and took the surprise from behind your back and placed it atop his head. You sat back down and grinned, “Open your eyes.”

He chuckled and lifted his hand to his head to pluck the Santa hat from his head, “What is this?”

“It’s a Santa Claus hat. Because I knew you’d look very cute in it.” Your cheeks filled with happiness and your heart felt as if it could burst.

Color flushed across Morpheus’s cheeks and he tried to suppress his grin, “And do I look ‘very cute’ in it?” He returned it to his head and you reached over to adjust it in his ink black curls.

“Yes, darling, of course you do.” You beamed and settled back into the couch beside him.

He smiled broadly, a rare and shining smile reserved only for the one he knew would truly appreciate it. He reached across the space between you and took your hand. “Thank you for my gift.”

You took another small moment to admire him, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams, sitting in your shared home wearing a Santa hat just because you asked him to. “Of course, my darling.” You leaned in close and kissed him softly.

He smiled into the kiss and you sighed happily before breaking apart and touching your forehead to his. Dream reached up to brush some hair from your face before running his thumb across your cheek and leaning in to kiss you again. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

Warmth flooded your cheeks and your chest as you replied, “Merry Christmas, Dream.”

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As much as he wanted to help, Morpheus really struggled with decorating the tree. He knew you liked to have him help you and you were forgiving when he didn’t understand all the Christmas traditions, but he felt useless with the same ornament in hand as he had had 5 minutes ago.

”Morpheus, just put the ornament wherever you want it, sweetheart.” You said softly.

A beat of silence passed and his eyebrows scrunched in thought. He turned to you and asked softly, ”Where would you like it?”

You grinned and shook your head, “That’s not the point, my love.”

You rounded the tree to be near to him and took the ornament from his hand gently. You stood on your tip toes to reach high upon the glowing tree and place the ornament in an empty spot on the tree.

The two of you had been married for years now and he had never once taken for granted a moment of nearness with you. His heart jumped up to his throat when you were so close to him and he brought a gentle hand up to the small of your back to keep you steady as you stretched.

Your cheeks flushed at his touch. Every one of his touches were so sincere and so reverent and showed just how precious his love for you was. Moving back to your normal height, your chest came dangerously close to touching his. You looked up into his blue eyes as he brushed his fingers over your cheek and moved his thumb over your chin. You swallowed in anticipation.

“It looks marvelous there.” He whispered, his eyes not moving from yours. His breath picked up as you leaned in closer to him.

Your heart thudded against your chest. You nodded and reached out to take his hand in yours. “I thought so.”

Dream leaned in and gently slotted his lips in between yours. His kiss was soft and warm and tender and made you weak in the knees still after your years together. He held your head in his hands and angled your jaw as he wanted. You reached up to grab his wrists and you whimpered softly into his mouth.

You had showed him the wonders of love and helped him to find his own goodness when he was convinced he had none. He brushed a hand over your cheek and when you finally parted for air, your lips lingered near his for a few moments before you whispered, “I love you.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours and then rubbed his thumb over your hand in his, “I love you now and I will love you without end.”

You gasped and your hand clenched the thick knit of his dark sweater to hold him close against you. As you kissed, presents of all different sizes and shapes began to appear under the glowing tree, all with your name written on them.

The kiss broke and you sighed happily. The shining ribbons and wrapping paper of the presents caught your eye and you groaned, ”Dreammm.”

Your husband smiled deviously, ”Something wrong?”, while one of his big hands brushed up and down your back. He was almost too much to handle in that goofy Santa hat.

“You can’t keep getting me more things.” You pouted and fiddled with his sweater, pulling at a loose string.

He smirked, “I am Dream of the Endless, I can do what I like, darling.”

You rolled your eyes and ran your hands up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck. “How am I supposed to repay you for all of these new gifts now?”

Looking down at you, he saw all he would ever desire, alive and contained, somehow, within your eyes. He didn’t know how to tell you he would gladly give you everything in this world and the worlds to come if you asked for it, so instead he wrapped his strong arms around you, one at your back and the other under your legs, and picked you up. He gave you a little peck before taking the both of you back towards the couch.

You giggled when he lifted you and you looked up into his eyes. He gently sat you down on the couch, then guided you to lay with your head on his lap. You did as he intentioned, nestling in and giving his knee a soft kiss. He drug a hand through your hair. “Gifts don’t need to be repaid, beloved, just enjoyed.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “You’re too sweet, darling.”

Dream tilted his face towards you and let his hand brush down your side. “I’m just trying to repay all that you’ve given me.”

You swallowed against a dry throat.

“I just want to enjoy you for as long as I have you in my arms.” His voice seemed to waver slightly towards the end of his words and you sat up to meet his eyes.

He looked at you with such depth and conviction in the purse of his eyebrows that you were at a loss for words.

With your heart thumping in your ears and a shiver running up your back, you reached over and grabbed the thick knit of his sweater. You pulled yourself to him, locking your lips with his when you were close enough. The Santa hat you gave him fell from his hair and landed on the floor behind the couch. “I’ll love you all of this life,” You whispered when you pulled apart for breath. Before he could respond, you took his lips in yours again. You pulled at the hair at the back of his neck and said, “and in the next one too.”

Morpheus smiled into your kiss and let his hands run up your sides, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

LOOK AT HIM HE LOVES YOUUUU @mndalorians @x-wings

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heybuddyitsmehai · 2 years

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✨50 Reasons Why Claire is My Favorite Gal ✨

So this was a little book thing with prompts that I hand wrote in all my answers in, but the video of me showing it was too long!! 😭😩 So here they are in sentence form! Lol I hope it works okay!! 😅

1. You are the best gal in the world.

2. You have the best taste in clothes.

3. You give the best advice about everything honestly! Your perspective helps me to interpret my own.

4. I still smile about that time we video chatted and had tea time! It just gives me warm fuzzies🥰

5. I am completely jealous of your eyes!!! So pretty!!! ☺️

6. You make my day just by saying hi! You make me feel safe.

7. You have the funniest memes of all time.

8. You are the best encourager!

9. Where would I be without your daily check-ins? Who else would tell me when to eat or drink water?!

10. You are crazy talented at interior design!! Omg!

11. You have the best laugh! It makes me laugh too!!!

12. If you wanted to you could be a best-selling author or marry Richard Madden 😌

13. I enjoy bragging to other people about your creativity and sense of humor.

14. You deserve the Best Baker Award.

15. If you were a holiday you would be Halloween or Summer Solstice! Halloween is my favorite but Summer Solstice is more your vibe :)

16. I have the best time "going" to the city with you! I like showing little happy things about my life.

17. Flowers, watercolors, and sunshine remind me of you.

18. We'd make the best bookstore owners, therapists, or TV show writers of all time.

19. It's fantastic how you inspire me when you talk about love. I don't have enough space but hearing you love love makes me hopeful.

20. Your superhuman rowing skills should be studied by science.

21. You're the best at understanding when I need space to calm down. You never get upset with me and I'm so thankful!

22. I love that you actually enjoy talking to me every day!

23. If you were an animal you would be a doe or a bluejay! Serene, wise, beloved, and cheerful.

24. You make me want to be a better person. You taught me how to love myself better than I knew before.

25. I wish I knew your secret for pretty fingernails!

26. It would be the best to see you during Halloween! Two of my favorites at once :')

27. I love watching people react to your writing! You're so talented and people need to realize it!! 😤

28. Everyone should be as thoughtful as you!

29. You make the best playlists.

30. It's the best to play yearning (?) haha! with you

31. I believe the world needs your unique perspective. You're so full of empathy and kindness.

32. Lorde (you) and Olivia Wilde ?? (me) should play is in the movie about our friendship.

33. You get my medical need for Leo West better than anyone else.

34. We should totally visit Galaxy's Edge someday! Or Italy! Or Greece! Or anywhere honestly!

35. You just keep getting better at being the world's best Scotswoman :')

36. You deserve the best of everything!

37. If we could bottle your snarkiness and sell it, we'd make a fortune.

38. It is supremely funny when you scold me for being a whore 😌

39. I am eternally grateful that you asked if I liked Maggie Rogers. I dont know who I would be without your influence!! 🥺

40. You will always be better than me at rowing/making tea/yearning/doing a Scottish accent

41. If you were a color you'd be light blue or lavender

42. Somehow I never get bored of your puns

43. I can't wait to see what happens when we get to hang out in real life one day! So many shenanigans and so many hugs :')

44. I love how you care about everyone. You're so empathetic and kind and genuine even if others arent that way towards you.

45. I love how you don't care about social media and aren't concerned with content creation. You just follow your instincts and I think that's very wise of you!

46. When we're old let's wear Mandalorian armor around the nursing home.

47. I always want to hear what you're going to say about pretty much everything! But especially when I send a new meme or if I get a little spicier than usual. 😌

48. If you were a junk food item, you'd be peach rings candy! Sweet, a hint of sour, their aesthetic is on point, AND they're super fun to wear on your fingers 😌

49. It's absolutely the best when you send me treats if I'm having a bad day or I'm feeling anxious 🥺 you get me and I'm so thankful!!

50. I am so grateful that you continually choose to be my friend! I don't deserve you!

MWAH !! HAPPY FRIENDIVERSARY ✨🪩🎉

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heybuddyitsmehai · 2 years

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Happy birthday!!! 🎉☺️

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heybuddyitsmehai · 2 years

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Finals Day with Ikaris - (claire x iccy poo)

A/N: WHOOOO YOU DID IT!!!! I KNEW YOU WOULD!! 🎉🎉😤😤 I’m so happy for you and so proud of you!! 💖 I’ve not written in months so this could be really horrible and I’m so sorry if it is, but I just had to celebrate my favorite gal!!

You had been studying for these tests for what seemed like forever. Every spare moment you could find these past few months, you had been trying to study.

Ikaris had been understanding and helpful about it; bringing his weary student tea and holding her tight when she got frustrated.

It had been grueling and draining and infuriating, and it had all been leading up to this morning.

You awoke with a start and blinked groggily, Ikaris's sleeping form curled around you.

Peeking at the alarm clock on the bedside table, you groaned and gently moved his hand back from where it rested on your hip.

You sat up and rubbed your face, a deep sigh leaving your lips. With a groan, you stood from the bed and stretched before leaning back down and placing a kiss on your boyfriend's temple.

You padded to the bathroom to get ready and you found a note taped to the mirror. Ikaris's slanted handwriting wrote, 'I love you! Good luck today darling'

You beamed and took the note down from where he had taped it before continuing your morning routine.

Once you were finished, you walked through the bedroom, past the sleeping Ikaris, and into the kitchen.

To your surprise, you could just make out a second note sitting on the dining room table. Through the early morning darkness you read, 'Made a breakfast fit for my champion :) it's in the fridge'

A grin spread across your face as you opened the fridge and took out the heaping plate of food he had cooked for you while you slept. All of your favorites waited for you under the plastic wrap and your heart lurched to ponder his thoughtfulness.

You heated up your plate and tried to savor as much as you could, but you couldn't afford to be late, and on today of all days. After a few bites, you hurriedly wrapped the rest of the food back up and placed it back in the fridge to save for later.

After your day at uni, all you wanted to do was to come home and melt into Ikaris's arms, test results be damned.

When you finally made it back home and reached your front door again, you smiled in surprise at the 'Congratulations!' banner taped to the outside of the door. It was gold and blue and shone in the late afternoon light.

Stepping inside with a grin, you found Ikaris scurrying about the apartment, flour in his thick hair, music playing softly on the record player, and a beaming smile on his face. "Welcome home darling!" He said warmly.

You smiled back at him and looked down to the hot pink apron he donned, "What are you making?"

Ikaris smiled, "I've been practicing how to make pasta from scratch and I've made us some pasta primavera to celebrate your graduation." His eyes grew big in the ambient light of the candles dotted around the living room and kitchen.

You stepped towards him and placed a hand on his cheek, "You didn't have to do anything special for me, sweetheart." Your blue eyes found his and for a moment the both of you stilled under the gaze of the other.

Ikaris broke the spell by turning his head to kiss your palm, "I wanted to. You deserve it."

You would have liked to melt right then and there but there was no sense in letting good pasta go to waste. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly, the stress of the day lifting off of your shoulders and dropping to the ground beneath your feet.

Once you pulled away, Ikaris gave your butt a slight squeeze before breaking away to go back into the kitchen. He took a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and said with a grin, "I am more than proud of you, my darling. Congratulations." He popped the cork and let it spray all over the sink and the tiled kitchen floor.

You smiled as the bubbly settled, then leaned in to kiss him gently. While he took the glasses down from the cupboard, you took a seat at the blue and gold decorated dining room table. "Have you been working on this the whole time I've been at uni?" You asked.

Ikaris cocked an eyebrow, "I've done pretty good, haven't I?"

Turns out, Ikaris did excellent. The noodles were tender and warm, the tomatoes burst with flavor in your mouth and the garlic and olive oil made you hunger for more. After taking a few bites you said to him through a mouthful of food, "This is so good, baby."

"I learned from Chef Boyardee himself." Ikaris replied with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

Sitting with him after dinner, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as you talked about your tests, a slower song came on the record player. Ikaris stood from his spot at the table and smoothed his navy t shirt. He extended his hand towards you, "Dance with me, my love?"

The warmth of the alcohol in your chest spread to your cheeks and you smiled up at him. You stood and took his hand, "Of course."

Ikaris lead the both of you into the living room and put a hand on your hip to pull you against him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and both of his hands settled around your waist. Swaying softly, you closed your eyes and laid your cheek against his chest. "What am I going to do with my life now?" You wondered aloud.

Ikaris answered with a lit in his voice, "You could just keep dancing with me for now."

You chuckled happily and spread a palm over his back. "I would like that."

The end :) (here's some more iccy poo gifs just for funsies ☺️)

what his boobs so big for 👁️👅👁️ 😩😩

I know you like the eye thing 😌😏

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heybuddyitsmehai · 2 years

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A Day Off in NYC hcs - (matt murdock x my favorite gal)

A/N: Merry Christmas honey!!!! 🎅🎄 I hope your day is warm and full of love and joy and yummy baked goods! Lol I luh you!! 🥰😘 @mndalorians

Matt somehow convinced Foggy to let him take a day off from their caseload to spend with you, and he doesn’t want to miss a moment of it.

Before you wake up, Matt’s eyes flutter open and he’s quick to listen for you. He pauses a moment and hears your sleeping heartbeat, feels your warmth and weight on the bed next to him and lets out a little sigh. He bends down to press a light kiss to your forehead, then wiggles free and moves as silently as he can to the kitchen.

He makes your morning tea, his hands moving from the tea bags to the kettle to the sink in perfect harmony.

While the tea is brewing, he’s making your morning toast and planning the day ahead in his mind.

He can hear the water boiling in the kettle before it whistles, so he can stop it before it screams and wakes you.

Matt pours your tea and plates your toast, then reaches for the vase of tulips he brought home for you a few days ago. He sets them all on a tray and then carefully brings them back to the bedroom for you.

He sits down on your side of the bed and his weight and the warmth of his gentle hand on your side wakes you.

He’s smiling softly when your eyes open and his hair is still mussed from sleep. A tray with breakfast sits before you and you beam up at him when you realize it’s your favorite.

“Is this for me?” You say sleepily.

Matt chuckles. “Yeah…it is.”

You take his hand where it rests on your side and squeeze slightly. “You didn’t need to do this for me.”

“I know,” He smiles and brings your hand up to his lips for a kiss “I wanted to.”

A beat passes wherein Matt lets your hand free, then sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Eat and get dressed, we’ve got lots to do today.”

You snicker and take a bite of your toast. “Why? What did you have planned?”

He smiles and rouge rises in his cheeks. He stands and walks back to the bathroom and you can’t keep your eyes from following the curve of his butt in his boxer briefs as he walks past the bed.

“I was thinking we’d visit the Highline,” He turns on the sink and begins to brush his teeth, “then, MoMA,” He spits, “then the bodega to grab dinner,” He brushes and spits again, “then home.”

You sip your tea and run your finger over a petal of your yellow tulips. “Babe, you can’t see MoMA.”

Matt chuckles and tries to wipe the excess toothpaste from his chin before coming back out to the bedroom. “I know, but you’ll explain it to me and I like to hear your voice.”

He’s standing at the foot of your bed in his boxers, a swipe of toothpaste still left on his chin, telling you that he wants you to take him to an art museum and it’s almost too much, too perfect.

You set your tray of food to the side and then climb across the bed to him. You sit up and wipe the toothpaste from his chin slowly and then replace the scruff-decorated skin with a kiss. “I love you.”

Matt smiles and reaches his hands out to run down the back of your arms. “I love you too.”

You beam up at him, tuck a curl behind his ear, then hug your arms around him tightly.

Highline Park was beautiful and Matt’s arm around your own made it even sweeter. As the pair of you walked along the parkway, you described to him the vibrant pink of the flowers on your left and the towering green-yellow of the trees to your right.

Matt nodded and smiled as you spoke, with an occasional interjection of, “Watch out.” if you were in the way of someone else you hadn’t noticed.

When you reached a large seating area, the two of you took a seat in between two towering trees and he took your hand in his. He squeezed it softly and said, “The park is really beautiful.”

You nodded and looked out over the lush flora surrounding you. “How can you tell?”

“I can hear it in your voice…your admiration for what you’re seeing, it’s infectious.”

You turned to him, a soft smile on your lips, and took his jaw in your hands. You kissed him tenderly and he returned it; his kiss soft and thoughtful and passionate. When he pulled away he asked, “Ready for MoMA?”

After a quick tea and snack at a nearby cafe, Matt lead the way to the nearest train and the two of you trekked through the city to the world famous Museum of Modern Art.

Once inside, you took his arm and lead him to the elevators, going straight to the fourth floor towards one of your favorite paintings of all time.

When you arrived on the fourth floor, it was crowded, filled with quiet chatter, shuffling feet, and cameras. Matt took a moment to absorb it all before moving forward.

You both took your time wandering through the whole floor before ending at ‘Starry Night’ by Vincent Van Gogh.

Matt helped to clear a way for both of you, gently hitting his walking stick on the wooden floor to warn the people around you, and once a space was cleared, you described the painting to him; starting from the edges of the painting to the center of it.

You described the thick darken frame, the deep navy and dark blues that surround the stars and the way the strokes swirl around the moon. You told him of each stroke on the housetops and the subtle blue greens of the sleepy forest surrounding the little town. You told him of the peace that came from the painting and the contentment you felt while looking at it.

Matt nodded and scrunched his eyebrows, “What would the texture feel like?”

“Smooth, thin strokes. Each evenly painted. Strong lines even in abstract moments.”

“It sounds breathtaking.”

“It is.” You agreed. “Hungry?”

Matt doesn’t cook much. You know…considering he’s blind and all.

But you like to cook and when you can, you like to make him food to last for a week or so, that way he doesn’t have to worry about it when he gets home at insane hours of the night after superhero-ing.

He always tells you not to worry about it, that he can take care of himself, and he can, but you want to take care of him too.

At home that evening you started in on dinner, boiling pasta and cooking some meat for the sauce, but Matt insisted on supervising, his chin tucked over your shoulder and his strong arms around your waist.

“I had fun today.” He whispered before placing a soft kiss below your ear.

You squeezed his arm. “Did you?”

He nodded and you could feel the scruff on his chin as it scratched at your face. He kissed you again, this time on your neck, and this time pulling a little harder.

You reached up to brush your hand through his hair, “Don’t distract me, I’m almost done.”

He kissed you once more, this time pulling away with a distinct smack of his lips “Oh, this is distracting to you?”

You took a deep breath and tried to focus on the meal in front of you. “Yes, Matty, that’s very distracting.”

“Well maybe you should just focus on me then.” He whispered as his palms spread over your torso.

You hummed happily back in response, “Who would make us dinner if I stopped to focus on you?”

Matt smiled against your skin and gently pulled you back from the stovetop to his chest. “We could order pizza,” He pulled the collar of your shirt to the side to kiss your skin softly. “Or Chinese,” He ran a hand up and down your back, “Or Italian.”

You smiled slyly and sighed. You turned from the stove top to face Matt and run your hands up his chest. “I’m almost done, just keep your hands to yourself for 10 more minutes.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, but obeyed and once dinner was plated and on the table, you rewarded him with a few tender kisses to the jaw.

Matt ate quickly and once you were both finished, he took the plates to the sink. “Now, can you focus on me?”

Who were you to deny that tempting smirk of his? You beamed at him and let out a dramatic sigh, “Well, come here then.”

Matt crossed the space between you and took your jaw in his hands. He kissed you harshly, his lips flustered and wanting.

You preened under the affection and wrapped your arms around his neck. You moaned softly and Matt felt the vibrations in his hands.

He pulled away from the kiss and then reached his arms out for you. “Come on, I’m carrying you to bed. We’re not getting up until tomorrow.”

TAGLIST: just honey!!! :)

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heybuddyitsmehai · 3 years

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I'm embarrassed that I laughed this hard 😔

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heybuddyitsmehai · 3 years

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KA-CHOW

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heybuddyitsmehai · 3 years

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🎉Happy Birthday Honey🎉

I know I'm just one of many people who will be showering you with love today, but I really, truly, hope your day is amazing and I luh you very many lots all the time 💕

Bedtime Routine with Botanist!Ezra

Maybe the two of you have been scavenging the Green for flowers all day and now that the planet's suns have set, you're both more than ready for bed.

You follow him obediently back inside your tent, a bag full of pressed flowers slung over his shoulder and his journal tucked under your arm.

Ezra has been telling you a story about the last time he came face to face with a toydarian lizard as the pair of you hiked back to the tent in an effort to keep you from getting too sleepy, but now that you're both home, he lets his weariness get the better of him.

His shoulders slump as he steps through the canvas door and he lets out a deep sigh, slugging his pack and tool kit to the floor beside the cot. "I do believe I am spent, my love. The call of our cot is ringing in my ears louder than it normally does."

You nod in agreement, stifling a yawn, and begin to take off your suit, the extra weight of it much like the heavy exhaustion clouding your mind. Ez is quick to help you out of it, careful to avoid snagging your hair as he pulls the helmet up and off of your head.

“Tea, birdie?" He asks as he unzips the back of your suit, reaching out for your hand as you step out of it.

"Mmm, I can make it Ez. Lay down and rest your shoulder."

The prospector is keen, time and attentive afffection having made him well aware of your wiles. "Let me do this for you." He gently prods, the soft pads of his fingers trailing down your now exposed arms.

You exhale loudly and throw your head back. "Fine."

Ezra beams and leans forward to give you a tender kiss, his mouth soft and warm against yours. A smile spreads across his lips as he pulls away, dragging his fingers across the column of your outstretched neck and up to comb a wild sprig of hair behind your ear.

You lean against him and stretch back up for one more peck before Ezra squeezes you tightly.

He hums deep in his throat, warm and content and fulfilled with you in his arms. He lets you free, then moves over to the makeshift kitchen and begins preparing your tea. Your favorite mug is taken from it's home, the container of black tea, the smell blooming and proud as he opens it, is shaken and carefully prodded through.

You smile at his thoughtfulness, his selflessness reserved just for you. You begin getting ready for the evening and as you're brushing your teeth, Ezra sticks his head around the corner.

"Tea's ready, my love. It's next to your book stack."

You smile and nod a thank you through a mouth full of toothpaste.

Ez wiggles in beside the sink and next to you, foraging for his own toothbrush.

You muddle, your mouth slightly agape with foaming toothpaste, "We gotta clean my suit before we go back out tomorrow."

Ezra nods and squeezes toothpaste onto his toothbrush. "The swamps of the Green are harsh and unforgiving, I'm afraid."

You nod and wash out the last of your toothpaste, "At least we finally found your special flower though."

The botanist quips before beginning to brush, "I've had my special flower all along." One of his dark eyebrows cocks upwards and a smile tugs at his lips.

Your cheeks beam at his words, but you roll your eyes to tease him. "Easy there, cowboy." Moving a hand along the ridges of his back, you teeter over and kiss his cheek, giving his bare shoulder a little squeeze before pulling away.

You hurry back to your cot and to the mug of tea steaming faithfully on the stack of books by your bedside.

You sip it happily as you wait for him and he joins you in bed soon after. He pulls you close to him and mumbles under his breath, "Night, sweet birdie."

Throwing back the last of your tea, you smile and nestle your face into his chest, "Night, Ez."

Teaching Din How to Bake

Sweet baby Din is so good at lots of things. Hunting, gathering, headbutting, being emo, etc but baking...is not one of those things.

He wants to do it, he really does, because he knows how much you love it and how happy it makes you.

But no matter what, somehow your birthday cake comes out either burnt or still doughy somehow.

He's been trying to practice in secret so he can surprise you on your birthday with the perfect cake, but it's been hard to keep the Crest from smelling like burnt food.

The night before your birthday, he's giving it all he's got, an aporn on over the beskar, flour on his thigh plate, the heat from the oven causing his helmet to fog up, him crouching in front of the glowing machine just staring into it.

The timer hasn't gone off yet but he thinks he can see the cake burning and he really doesn't want to burn it because it's the night before your birthday and he really doesn't want to give you a burnt cake but if he burns it where will he get a new one and when will he find the time to surprise you if he's spending that time fixing the cake and-

"Din?" You ask from the doorway, your hair frizzy and your eyes squinting. "What are you doing?" You chuckle.

He clears his throat and stands slowly, wiping his gloved hands on his apron. "I was, uh, I am-" he looks back down to the oven. "I think I'm burning your birthday cake."

You smile as you watch him pull the lump of batter from the oven. It's slanted and clearly not whisked together well enough, but you could tell he really wanted to do it himself. "It doesn't look that bad."

Din puts his hands on his hips and sighs, shifting his weight. "Yeah...it does."

You sigh and move to him, your brave and fearless bounty hunter who braved the wilds of the kitchen for you. You run your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. "Thank you for trying."

Din stands awkwardly under your touch, clearly disappointed in himself and feeling a bit embarrassed. He sighs heavily, "I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you."

You lean up to kiss the edge of his helmet. "I know. But now," You begin, reaching behind him to untie your apron he's wearing. "I can teach you."

"But it's your birth-"

"Din," You look up to the slat in his helmet to where his eyes would be. "I want to."

He let's out a sigh and nods, "Okay."

You take your apron off of him and put it on, Din there to tie it securely around your waist.

Din is a perfect student, listening and watching intently and trying not to be too helpless.

You can feel him tense when you put your hands over his, showing him exactly how to whisk the batter.

After the batter is made and the cake is in the oven, Din let's out a heavy sigh, brushing a hand through your hair. "Thank you."

Farmer's Market with Jack

For a summer day in July, the weather is not too bad and Jack is insistent on the two of you not waste it and go to the farmer's market.

"I'll make it fun, darlin', just do me this kindness."

You nod and beam up at him, a smear of flour on your cheek. "Anytime."

Looking up into his golden-flecked eyes, seeing the quirk of his smile and that one piece of hair that just won't stayed combed behind his ear, you can't help but to bend to his desires.

When you agree to it, he gives you a kiss on the cheek in recompense and hurries to shower and get ready for the day.

The market is full today, everyone else taking advantage of the nice weather as well, you assume.

Jack holds one of your hands in his and leads you forward through the stalls, "Anything catch your eye, clementine?"

You push yourself closer to him to avoid the hordes of people and not at all because you can see the outline of his bicep through the tight fabric of his shirt and can't stop yourself from needing to feel it.

The two of you stop at a booth selling squash and giggle at their funny shapes, Jack taking full advantage of the vegetable props to make you laugh even harder.

He loves seeing you like this; the stress of the day not yet pulling at your shoulders, the warm sunshine on your face and glinting off your dark hair, the ease of your time spent with him is suddenly surprising and helps him to realize just how much he loves you.

After buying a head of asparagus and a few huge sweet potatoes, he spots a booth selling flowers down the path and turns to you quickly, blocking your line of sight, "Will you do me a favor?"

A twinge of rouge rises in your face and you nod yes, batting your eyelashes dutifully up at him.

"Close those pretty blue eyes for me and stay right here, baby. I'll be right back." He requests and after you comply, he gives the bridge of your nose a quick kiss before you can hear his boots walking away.

Standing in a bustling farmers market with your eyes closed and tote bag in hand is not ideal and a little nerve wracking, but for Jack, you had to at least try.

He returns quickly and you can hear the smile in his tone when he says "Okay, open 'em."

When you do, you see that he has brought you a bushel of tulips; white and pink and yellow and red.

You're unsure how to respond and he can see it in your face. "You don't want them?" He asks, his eyes wide.

“No, no, Jack, I want them, I just-" There it is; that pesky heart rising in your throat. "I don't know what to say...Thank you."

He smirks at that, knowing it was a job well done, and pulls you into a hug, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "You know I'd do anything for you, don't you, pretty girl?"

You nod and let your eyes close. "Yes, Jack."

"Good." He ends, using his lips to press the word into the softness of your neck and squeezing your sides just a little bit tighter.

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heybuddyitsmehai · 3 years

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CURSED SHOE FRIDAYYYYY

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heybuddyitsmehai · 3 years

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💜Claire's Purple Prose🌹

A/N: @mndalorians you didn't think I forgot, did you? 😉

What is it that collects beyond the furthest reaches of what is known? Is it the collective consciousness, a curtain pulled away to expose the pattern of the world and it's people? What remains where none have been able to explore? None have been able to reach high enough or stretch far enough to decide for all humankind what conquers the unknown, but there is no need for us to stretch our ligaments and extend our arms for something we will never be able to grasp. What lies there is not for us to understand; rather it is something that demands a reverence we are incapable of satisfying; so why do we even endeavor to reach at all?

For the foolish notion that we may catch a glimpse of it's glow, we might some how wrench a clenched fist full of it's grace and be able to steal it away for ourselves. A hope that we may turn our faces to it's sun and cross our fingers and toes and pray that it will allow us one more moment in it's warmth.

She is made of this stardust; this matter so rare and untouched it still remains without the limits that confine lesser substances. She could return to herself, wrangle every last sliver of light back to her arms and forget us without a single look over her shoulder, but her heart, so deep and so varied, keeps her from it. Who could dare to dream of a heart as gracious as hers?

Is there a more perfect sentiment for all the light and wonder that she is than this: "Whatever she wants, whatever she wants."

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heybuddyitsmehai · 3 years

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POV: WW84 in the park !!