A Beautiful Explanation. ❤️

A beautiful explanation. ❤️

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Morning Person

Summary: Fox loves his girlfriend. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He even loves how bright and bubbly she is first thing in the morning. It’s not her fault he cannot function without a cup of caf first thing in the morning.

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 1031

Warnings: Reader is described as having long hair that "tumbles down her back" and she can wear it in a bun on the top of her head.

A/N: Hihi! You sent this in and I immediately knew what I wanted to write! But then it turned into something soft and fluffy at the end, lol. Thanks for your request~

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Fox hates mornings.

In his, professional, opinion. Any time before 10 should be illegal, and he shouldn’t be forced to work before noon.

Tragically, the galaxy very rarely cares about what he wants, so here he is. Awake and sort of aware at 7 am.

The bed next to him is still a little warm, but that tracks. His perfect cyare wakes up at 6:30 every morning, even on days when she doesn’t have to work. Distantly, he can hear her moving around the kitchen, and soon enough the familiar scent of breakfast sausage cooking wafts into the bedroom.

Fuck, he loves her.

Groggily, he rolls off the bed, and stumbles into the fresher to shower for the day. It doesn’t help wake him up, but it needs to happen, and if he doesn’t do it now, it won’t get done.

One quick shower later, Fox meanders his way through the apartment he shares with his cyare and into the kitchen. There, standing at the stove with a spatula in her hand, is his cyare.

Her hair is pulled into a knot at the top of her head, and she’s clad in one of his shirts and her frog covered sleep pants. She’s adorable. And she notices him as soon as he steps into the room.

“Morning Fox~” She chirps, “Did you sleep well?”

Fox grunts an affirmative noise and walks over to her. Normally, he would pat her head and kiss her forehead as a way to acknowledge her in the morning, but her hairstyle forbids it this morning.

So, instead, he kisses her temple and rubs his thumb down the back of her neck, before he steps around her to grab the, already prepared, cup of caf.

His poor cyare is a little insecure about her place in his life, even now, and so does everything in her power to be useful to him. This means, in this case, that she makes him breakfast every morning and preps his caf the way that he likes before he wakes up.

He, personally, thinks it’s ridiculous. Why would he want to look at another woman when he has her, after all? But she’s allowed her insecurities. It’s his job to make sure that they don’t overwhelm her.

When they first moved in together, she took his silence in the morning as an indication that he wasn’t happy with her. Though she never mentioned her thoughts to him, she just allowed the belief to work her into an anxious frenzy, until she broke down sobbing one morning asking him if he didn’t love her anymore.

That had been a mess and a half to clean up and untangle.

Together, they worked out that so long as he acknowledges her in the morning, even if it’s something as simple as a touch and a kiss, it keeps her from overthinking everything.

He settles on one of the kitchen chairs, silently nursing his caf, as he watches her make breakfast for them. She’s humming along with the radio, and a small smile lifts his lips.

Her hair is a mess, she’s not wearing any make-up. Her clothes are wrinkled and worn, or very childish in the case of her pants. She would be the first one to say that this is when she looks her worst.

She’s wrong.

Right here, first thing in the morning, when it’s just him and her and no one else, she’s never more beautiful. He really is a lucky asshole.

He watches her plate breakfast, sausage, toast, fresh fruit, and some juice, then she sets a plate in front of him, before sitting in the chair next to him.

That’s about the time she realizes that he’s staring at her.

“What?”

Fox absently pushes his mug to the side, and reaches out for her, his hand settling on her cheek as he coaxes her closer to him so he’s able to press kisses across her face. His free hand reaches up to tug the rubber band out of her hand, allowing her long hair to fall around her shoulders and down her back.

A giggle falls from her as he pushes her hair out of her face, so he can continue kissing her, “Fox! Our breakfast will get cold!”

“It’ll keep,” He mumbles against her jaw, “Love you.”

One of her hands tangles in his curls, while the other curls around his bicep. “Silly man, what’s gotten into you?”

Fox just hums and continues pressing feather-light kisses across her face, until he finally catches her lips with his own in a series of light kisses. Then he decides that she’s not nearly close enough, and he swiftly tugs her from her chair until she’s sitting on his lap.

Still not close enough, but it’ll do for now.

A sigh falls from her, soft and love-sick, and Fox grins against her lips before pulling away and pressing his forehead against hers.

She has a dreamy look on her face and a goofy smile on her lips, “Goodness,” She murmurs, her fingers falling from his curls to rest against his stubble-covered cheek, “Have I just been depriving you, Fox?”

“Went all night without kissing you,” Fox replies, suddenly very, very awake, “Had to make up for lost time.”

“Ah, so you’re not deprived. You’re spoiled.” Her voice is teasing and her eyes are soft. Her fingers trail against his jaw, and she huffs out a sigh, “You forgot to shave.”

“Didn’t forget. Didn’t feel like it. Too much effort.”

She shakes her head, “After breakfast, I’ll get the stuff and do it for you. I know how much you hate the feel of your stubble in your helmet.”

Fox feels his heart lurch in his chest. She really is perfect. And so, he pulls her into another kiss, though this time he doesn’t keep it chaste. If she’s not giggling like a schoolgirl when he finishes, then he’s not kissing her thoroughly enough.

The rest of the galaxy can take a hike. This, right now, is more important. And, just before he gets too lost in her lips, he can’t help but think that, just maybe, mornings aren’t that bad.

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She Could Have Been Mine

A companion piece to Sugarpop

Summary: Cody realizes what he lost.

Pairing: Background Commander Bly x F!Reader, Commander Cody

Word Count: 1086

Warnings: None? Minor angst

A/N: So, I finally wrote the sequel/companion piece to Sugarpop that so so many of you asked for. I hope you all like it.

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Loving her is easy.

She’s easy to love. Kind and gentle, warm and welcoming in a way you don’t see often outside the Jedi.

For Cody, loving her is as natural as breathing.

And yet, he’s known from the start that she was too good for him. Someone like her deserves only the best. And Cody is far from the best.

So he does what he knows has to be done. He keeps his distance, treating her like a dear friend, almost a sister, but nothing more. He meets other women and dates them, and she always greets them with a warm smile and a baked treat.

And he ignores the way that she looks at him. The way she smiles at him.

He ignores how her smile falters when he introduces another woman to the friend group. And he pretends he can’t see her heart breaking in her eyes every time he chooses someone else.

It’s for the best.

She deserves better than him.

When she gets kidnapped, her front door kicked in and her apartment trashed, Cody’s heart drops. He’s sure that they’re going to find her body in a ditch somewhere on Coruscant.

He gives up on her.

He can’t conceive of the possibility that she survives something like that. It’s not like she’s a soldier or anything like that. She’s just a baker. And, as much as he loves her, he can’t cling to the faint hope that she might still live. He has a war to win.

Bly…doesn’t agree.

“You have no proof that she’s dead!” Bly snaps, as he’s held back by Wolffe and Fox. Cody’s grateful for it, for all that Bly seems like an easygoing guy, he’s not sure he’d win in a fistfight against him. “You’re giving up on her even though nothing is indicating she’s dead?! What kind of friend are you?”

“I’m a realist, Bly. She’s just a baker—”

Bly rips himself free from his brothers and manages to restrain his anger with great difficulty, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so disgusted with one of my own brothers before. I refuse to give up. I’m going to find her.”

Six months later, Cody is sure that Bly must have given up. Everyone else has.

And yet, Bly sends a simple message in the group chat, “I found her. She’s alive. Will return to Coruscant when deployment ends.”

For Cody, the message is like a breath of fresh air. He never, once, dared to hope that she might still be alive.

And, for the first time, Cody starts to think that maybe he’s been going about this all wrong. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time for him to be honest with himself.

The first time Cody sees her after her long imprisonment, he almost doesn’t recognize her. Her hair is cropped shorter than he had ever seen before, and she looks like she’s lost weight…but when she sees him she offers the same warm smile that she always gave him.

The same smile that makes his heart skip a beat. The same smile that he fell in love with all those months ago.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Cody offers as she walks over to him.

“Thank you. General Secura put me in touch with a mind healer at the temple, to help me process everything that happened to me. But…” She trails off, and looks away from him, her smile softening slightly, “I think I’m going to be alright.”

“That’s good. I’m glad the Jedi are willing to help you.”

“Well, General Secura said something about the kidnapping being half their fault? I’m not sure what she means, but she feels really guilty about it.”

Well, that’s news to him. But also, he doesn’t want to talk about the Jedi right now. Cody opens his mouth to say something, a rough plan on how he’d ask her on a date starting to form in the back of his mind.

Only he never gets the chance to speak.

“Sugarpop!” Her head turns to the side and a blinding smile crosses her face as she sees Bly standing there, “I was wondering where you slipped off to.”

Cody watches, stunned, as she turns away from him and skips over to Bly, not slowing as she crashes into him and wraps her arms around his neck. And he watches as Bly spins her around to work off some of that momentum, and then leans in to press his forehead against hers.

Oh.

Her hands come up and press against his cheeks, and a giggle he’s never heard before slips from her lips as Bly whispers something to her.

Oh.

A wry, slightly wistful, smile crosses his lips.

He missed his chance.

His gaze meets Bly’s for a moment, and then Cody looks away. He doesn’t want to see this. He doesn’t deserve to see this.

He hears Bly murmur something to her, and he glances at them in time to see her nod and slide back to the ground. “Are we still going to go to the—?” She trails off, her voice tinged in hope.

Bly grins at her and kisses her forehead, “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.” He takes her hands for a moment, “Wait outside for me? I’ll be just a few minutes.”

“Alright.” She turns and smiles at Cody, “I’ll see you later, Cody!”

“Yeah. Later.” Cody watches her leave the building and then turns his attention to his brother.

“You alright, Codes?” Bly asks.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m not an idiot and I know you love her?”

“I’m fine, Bly. I’m not entitled to her.”

Bly sighs, “Did you think she was going to wait forever?”

“No. Of course not.” He pauses and then rubs the back of his neck, “Is she happy?”

“I like to think so.”

“Then that’s good enough for me. Just…keep making her happy, and I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Stop worrying about me, dumbass. Go to your girl.”

“Fine, fine.” Bly turns to leave the building as well, “Oh, but I’m telling Wolffe and Fox that you’re feeling sad.”

Cody huffs out a laugh, “Thanks.” Then Bly and gone and Cody takes a moment to push his hand through his hair.

She could have been his if he hadn’t been such a moron. But then, he’s not sure he’d be able to make her as happy as Bly does.

He tilts his head back, and a bitter laugh slips from him, “Force, I’m such a kriffing idiot.”

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heidnspeak

11 months ago

Totally believable.

the bad batch see echo as this more-experienced, grumpy yet loving motherly figure who always checks on them, whether it’s making sure tech gets some sleep to giving hunter/crosshair glasses so they don’t get overstimulated to treating wreckers scar to putting omega to bed. he is the responsible one.

when they mention this to rex, he stares at echo in horror. because that boy is a demon. the same boy who snuck out drinking with fives, who once broke his knuckle punching a droid, who used to jump cody/rex/anakin from behind doors and try to tackle them.

no one belives rex when he says this.

echo is hiding behind a nearby door, listening in and preparing to jump rex.

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10 months ago

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You Belong With Me

Summary: Wolffe wants you to be happy. It’s all he’s ever wanted. But watching you with him is killing him.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader

Word Count: 1221

Warnings: Reader has a pretty serious burn, Reader is described as having hair long enough to tuck behind her ear, Reader's boyfriend is described as a jerk

A/N: I'm not sure about this one, I had an idea but then I changed the idea halfway though and I feel like this fic is kind of disjointed. But I woke up freezing and with a migraine threatening me, so this is the best I have today.

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He swore that he wouldn’t get involved.

He promised himself that he would be happy for her and that he’d play nice with her boyfriend.

But Wolffe doesn’t think he hates anyone as much as he hates the man who just forbade her from drinking her favorite cocktail. Only for his ire to grow to new heights when he makes a joke about how she needs to lose some weight.

He watches her face fall, and he watches how she nervously plays with the sleeve of her dress, and Wolffe finds himself seriously contemplating how to best kill the boyfriend in a way that won’t come back to him…or onto her.

She hates wearing dresses, and she hates wearing long sleeves. If he has to guess, the boyfriend bullied her into dressing in a way that makes her look delicate and soft, rather than allowing her to be comfortable.

Wolffe downs half of his drink in one long gulp, trying to distract himself before he does something foolish…like throw the boyfriend out a window and into traffic.

Not that his brothers would let him do such a thing…well, not with so many witnesses around, at least.

Finally, after several more comments about things that she needs to change to be more attractive, the boyfriend wanders off to go and talk with some of his friends, and Wolffe immediately moves to her side.

Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and Wolffe has to bite his cheek to keep himself in check.

She scans his face for a moment, and then she folds her arms over her chest and curls in on herself, as if to make herself smaller. “You’re mad.”

Wolffe huffs out a laugh and lightly takes a strand of her hair between his fingers so he’s able to tug on it, “Don’t be silly, this is just my face. I always look like this.”

“I’d believe that if you didn’t look like Count Dooku just walked into the bar,” She replies.

Oh. Oops. He thought he was hiding his emotions better than that.

“Ah, well…I’m not mad at you, Bunny. Don’t you worry.”

Her gaze slides across his face again, “You hate him.”

“Well, I’m not dating him. I don’t have to like him.” Wolffe glances at her boyfriend, and he scowls, “He’s kind of…immature.” He’s a walking shit-stain is what Wolffe really wants to say, but his Bunny already looks so defeated and he doesn’t want to upset her.

“He’s not normally like this,” She tries, “I think he’s intimidated by you and your brothers.”

He scoffs, unimpressed.

“Anyway,” Wolffe lets his gaze drift over her, “Since when do you wear dresses? Let alone dresses with long sleeves?” He lightly plucks the sleeve of her dress, and his eyebrows creep up when she quickly tugs the sleeve down over her hand.

Tellingly, she won’t look him in the eye. “Well, I thought, maybe it’s time for a change?”

“That right?” Wolffe leans back slightly and examines her properly, “You look uncomfortable.”

“W-well, it’s new and kind of uncomfortable—”

“Bunny,” Wolffe reaches out for her hand and she immediately presses the palm of her hand against his. Her hand is so small when compared to his, it just makes him want to protect her even more, “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t want you to get angry. I’m not worth that.”

“I’m a grown man, you don’t have to try and manage my emotions.”

“But…” She trails off and then, with her free hand, she tugs her sleeve down her arm, revealing an angry-looking burn on her forearm, the blister is easily three inches long and it looks bad.

“Why didn’t you go to a hospital?” Wolffe asks as he gently takes her arm and moves it so he’s able to see the burn better. It looks like she’s been cleaning it and treating it with bacta, but until the blister is popped her treatment isn’t going to do much.

She shrugs one shoulder, “He said that I shouldn’t. That it would be a waste of resources when I can treat it myself.”

“Did he do this to you?”

“What? No!” Her gaze snaps to his face, “Not intentionally. It was an accident. He might be kind of a jerk, Wolffe, but he’s not abusive. I swear.”

Wolffe takes her hand and tugs her over to where a group of medic brothers are gathered, “Then what happened?”

“It really was an accident,” She insists as she trails behind him, “I was helping him make something for his mother, and he tripped over his kid sister while holding a frying pan full of hot oil. His concern was getting the kid out of the way, and I got hit.”

“Mm…fine.” He doesn’t like it, but accidents happen. “What about the way he talks about you?”

She averts her gaze, “I dunno…he’s never said stuff like that before.”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow, “And the dress? You hate wearing dressed because you’re always cold.”

“I…he’s allowed to have preferences.”

“Yes, he is. And so are you.” Wolffe stops and turns to face her while threading his fingers with hers, “Come on, bunny. Are you happy with him? Because I’ve seen you happy, and I’m not seeing any of that right now.”

She squeezes his hand, “He asked, Wolffe. And…I didn’t know how to say no.” It’s a quiet admission, but it’s an admission all the same.

Wolffe sighs and lightly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, “We really need to work on your boundaries, bunny. And, for what it’s worth, I think you deserve better than someone who wants you to change for him.”

“It’s not like anyone is interested, Wolffe.”

“Maybe you should try looking a little closer to home,” He counters pointedly.

She blinks at him, “Closer to home?”

“Maybe someone who you’re already friends with?”

He watches realization cross her face, “Wait, you mean yo—” Wolffe lightly presses a finger against her lips, cutting her off.

“Bunny, your boyfriend is making out with the waitress.” He probably shouldn’t be as amused by that as he is, but he’s never claimed that he’s a good person.

She turns her head, and her expression sours, before she looks up at Wolffe, “I’d like to leave.”

“Alright, we’re going to the clinic, right?” Wolffe asks pointedly as he lifts her injured arm.

“Home first, I wanna change into something a little less…Little House on the Prairie. And then, yes, you can bring me to the 24-hour GAR clinic.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” Wolffe mutters.

“And then, after they clean it, maybe we can get some caf?”

“Bunny, are you asking me on a date?”

She looks up at him, a little anxiously, “Only if you want?”

Wolffe flashes a crooked smile at her, and then drops a kiss to her temple, “I would be honored. Don’t you have to break up with tweedle-dumb over there?”

“Don’t be mean. I’ll send him a text.”

“Now who’s the mean one?”

His bunny pouts at him, and then carefully tugs her sleeve down over her burn, “Let’s get out of here, Wolffe.”

“As you wish, bunny.” This isn’t how he planned on catching his bunny’s attention, but now that he has it, he’s not going to let it go for love or money.

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