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Do you ever talk to your mutuals?
not really i just post things and hope they fall in love with me
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1. !!!! TELL ME ABOUT PASTRY CHEF CODY !!! Finally he has some peace.
AHHH sorry this took a few days, i was inundated with other WIP's (i'll be answering the other ones soon, too)
@insertmeaningfulusername and @merlyn-bane my darlings, were also interested in this one <3
basically, obi-wan is an exceptionally tired 30yo high school teacher and he begins frequenting a coffee/pastry shop run by cody and rex. ahsoka and anakin are younger adopted siblings (still working out the whole family dynamic). obi-wan gets flustered every time he talks to cody and ahsoka and rex finds it exceedingly hilarious.
this will be a classic strangers to friends to lovers fic and is meant to be fun and wholesome :)
here's a snippet of their meeting ft. gay disaster obi-wan (got a little carried away with it)
“Can I get you anything?”
Obi-Wan is vaguely aware of a voice speaking to him from the counter, but it’s helplessly bouncing around in his empty skull like a ping-pong ball. Any rational thought he had has been sucked out the airlock of his mouth as he’s cut off mid-sentence once he spots the man just behind the register, leaning over a table as he works.
The first thing that Obi-Wan notices is hands. Bronzed long fingers and structured tendons jumping as they knead a slab of dough and Obi-Wan suddenly wonders why he feels warm in the neck. There’s flour all over the man’s knuckles, up his wrists, dirtying the hem of the black sleeves.
Obi-Wan helplessly watches as the man rolls up his sleeves and grimaces in effort, entirely engrossed with breaking down this piece of dough and, subsequently, Obi-Wan. Rolling up the sleeves would be one thing (and it really is one thing), but there’s miles of black ink swirling around two muscular forearms.
Obi-Wan’s eyes follow the arms up to find broad shoulders and a face with smooth skin, a handsome nose, a jagged scar, and fuck, those eyes.
He’s just dropped his gaze to the man’s lips when he realizes, far too late, that they've moved.
A sharp elbow jabs into his side and he looks down at the perpetrator.
“What do you want?” Ahsoka asks him with an edge of teenaged irritation in her voice, but her eyes are slightly widened in concern.
Right. He’s supposed to order something.
Something that’s not the devastatingly beautiful man with devastatingly beautiful hands.
Still struggling to get his thoughts into order and feeling an awful blush overtake his pale skin, Obi-Wan stutters.
“Uh..”
“He wants a cup of earl grey and...,” Ahsoka trails off for a moment, scanning the pastry case, “A cinnamon roll.”
Obi-Wan would snort if he still weren’t so flustered and working on averting his gaze from the men behind the counter. The cinnamon roll is, in fact, not for him and entirely for her.
He finally looks up from the way he was burning a hole into the wooden counter and meets the eyes of the man working the register. This one is similarly pretty, though with blonde hair buzzed short and bare arms. Obi-Wan sends a silent thank you for the lack of tattoos, or else he’d be embarrassing himself all over again.
“It’ll be $7.36,” the man tells him and fuck if that isn’t an accent.
Obi-Wan begins to pull his wallet out of his pocket and distantly hopes the one behind the counter doesn’t have the same one because then Obi-Wan is sure he’d-
“Just charge ‘em for the tea, Rex. I don’t know how good the new recipe is for the roll,” the man at the table pipes up behind- Rex- with, indeed, the same accent and a deep, raspy voice. Obi-Wan promptly drops his wallet.
He curses under his breath and swoops down to grab it, feeling the redness on his skin take on a new, fiery shade. Obi-Wan opens the worn brown leather wallet and pulls out his debit card, thrusting it forward to Rex at a speed that’s certainly not normal.
“It’s alright, I can pay for it,” Obi-Wan clears his throat when his voice comes out weak.
Rex looks at him with a slight furrow to his brows, then he turns around to look at the other man. Obi-Wan follows his gaze and when he locks eyes with the pastry chef (what shade of brown is that and why does Obi-Wan want to bathe in it?), he swallows again.
“Really, it’s ok. These ones are for testing,” the man replies, offering a warm smile. Obi-Wan can’t stop from dropping his eyes to the soft-looking lips as the man shifts his gaze from Obi-Wan to Ahsoka, “As long as you tell me what’s wrong with it, yeah? I have a feeling you’re a professional.”
Obi-Wan turns to look at her and he’s half-shocked when her signature pubescent scowl is replaced with a genuine smile that she usually reserves for Obi-Wan or Anakin.
“I will,” Ahsoka nods and bounces on her heels.
Obi-Wan fondly smiles at her and resists the urge to ruffle the top of her hair (last time he did that, he received a bite mark on his hand that took a week to heal).
Rex clears his throat and says with a polite smile, “Alright, Cody says it’s $3.25, then.”
Cody. CodyCodyCody.
Obi-Wan hands him his card and darts his eyes to Cody just behind Rex’s shoulders.
“Thank you, Cody,” Obi-Wan says with a small smile, trying the name out on his tongue.
Cody gives him another dazzling grin that makes Obi-Wan’s stomach flip before he goes back to aggressively kneading the dough. Obi-Wan feels his mouth dry up again as he takes his card and receipt from Rex, allowing Ahsoka to not-so-lightly shove him away from the counter and towards a table.
"What is wrong with you?" Ahsoka mutters under her breath as she herds him into a chair.
Obi-Wan sets his bag on the table and helplessly looks over his shoulder to watch Cody begin separating the dough into chunks.
"A lot, I think."
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i hate when i send someone a meme in another language and they're like "uhm... translate? 😒" fucker i sent you a meme where 90% of the words have an english cognate and/or you don't need to know what they're saying to find it funny. can you at least TRY
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Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "the ten hells" or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto him, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard "power word:scrunch" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.
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anyone around me in any context: my main goal…
me to myself for the next ten seconds: don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it
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because you'll be right here with me, playing pazaak, where they can't reach you
#his lines all make me Insane#yes i know theres no table there on the ebon hawk let me Live#atton rand#kotor 2#my art
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