#Electric floor waxer

[nishthasharmaa]

A Power Waxer is a must-have tool for anyone who wants to maintain the shine and durability of their hardwood or commercial floors. It is a heavy-duty electric floor waxing machine that is designed to make the waxing process faster, easier, and more efficient. The Power Waxer is a professional-grade tool that is perfect for both commercial and residential use.

[bongwater20]

In her book, Friedan spoke of the slow inexorable growth of what she called the "feminine mystique," beginning at the end of World War II. In the 1920s, women had begun to shed old Victorian values, with independent careers and lives. During World War II, as millions of men went into the service, women took over many of the male-dominant careers, filling in important roles which still needed doing. They worked in factories and as nurses, played baseball, repaired planes, and performed clerical work. After the war, the men returned, and the women gave up those roles. 

Instead, said Friedan, women of the 1950s and 1960s were defined as the cherished and self-perpetuating core of contemporary American culture. "Millions of women lived their lives in the image of those pretty pictures of the American suburban housewife, kissing their husbands goodbye in front of the picture window, depositing their stationwagonsful of children at school, and smiling as they ran the new electric waxer over the spotless kitchen floor... They had no thought for the unfeminine problems of the world outside the home; they wanted the men to make the major decisions. They gloried in their role as women, and wrote proudly on the census blank: 'Occupation: housewife.'” According to Betty Friedan, the so-called feminine image benefited advertisers and big corporations far more than it helped families and children, let alone the women playing the "role." Women, just like any other humans, naturally wanted to make the most of their potential

[yashallied]

Eletric Mop Market by Product Type (Cord Electric Mop, Cordless Electric Mop), Global Opportunity Analysis and Industry Forecast, 2023-2032

The electric mop is used to clean the surface of the floor in households and other commercial areas. An electric mop is an alternative technique for the traditional methods of sweeping and cleaning. It comprises of a cleaning cushion, cleaning tank, control rope, and a handle. Cleaning cushions of electric mops are washable and reusable. These mops are accessible with or without power rope, and some of them are even chargeable. It is useful in large-area surfaces like in the commercial field, such as hospitals, railway or metro stations, shopping malls, and many other areas. An increase in the cleaning and hygiene concerns and rising expenditure levels towards electric cleaning gadgets is a significant factor leading to the growth in the electric mop market during the forecast period.

COVID-19 Scenario Analysis: 

The lockdown situation prevailing worldwide due to the COVID-19 outbreak has led the electric mop market to witness a low demand in the global market. The closure of supermarkets and other specialty stores are impacting the sales and revenue growth of electric mops market. However, manufacturers are trying to provide an effective service during the lockdown period but mostly to only essential goods. Diminishing sales in the market have also affected the scale of production in the manufacturing plant and electric mop market. 

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Top Impacting Factors: Market Scenario Analysis, Trends, Drivers and Impact Analysis

Increases in the usage of advanced technology in the household and the rising demand for electric mop among the working women are driving the global electric mop market. It reduces the time one requires cleaning and sweeping, which is one of the most significant reasons for its high demand. Along with this, a rise in the expenditure level of the consumer with increased disposable income is a few other factors that drive the global electric mop market during the forecast period. The surge in need for sweeping equipment in the commercial sector is the major impact driving this market. Hospitals and large shopping malls have a wide surface area, and therefore, electric mops serve as an easy-to-use and time-saving device for cleaning and mopping activities in these sectors.

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Leading electric mop manufacturers focuses on recent trends and technological developments to produce the new product according to the need and demands of the market. The electric mop market is highly competitive and strategic in terms of the advancement of technological devices, quality, and durability of the product. 

For instance, Gladwell Cordless launches a newly developed product of electric mop, having the latest features of 3 in 1 technology spinner, waxer quiet, spin scrubber, and multiple functions. The new dual spray technology and 180-degree rotation impress the consumer in the flourishing market.  

Regional insights

North America is anticipated to hold the largest market share in the electric mop market in terms of sales and revenue growth. The growing demand for an electric mop for commercial purposes and also increase the expenditure level in-floor cleaning equipment are important factors that drive the growth in the market during the forecast period.   

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[frostbitebakery]

What's the sweater paws tag mean on nightmare Obi-Wan? Amazing art by the way!

Behold! Sweater paws :D

Sitrep. Back on the Negotiator after a campaign that had, literally, been a nightmare.

They now know that droids do, in fact, dream of electric banthas.

The objective had been clear. Enemy forces had taken over a mining planet of a neutral system verging on joining the Republic. Free the hostages, wipe the Separatist presence from the surface. It had been routine, sadly.

It had… been different.

It had started with a single child’s voice singing a kriffing disturbing lullaby with a clear, echo enunciation coming from nowhere and everywhere.

They had been infiltrating the main premises to cap signals, communication as a whole, while tagging and bagging the Seppie officers in charge. Companies Alpha and Delta would meanwhile engage.

“Keep them occupied,” Cody had whispered over comms, blaster ready while he stood between the enemy and his General who—

So Cody will not exactly get used to Obi-Wan dissolving into smoke and turning the surrounding area into something like a haunted graveyard? Stepping through the black fog that really was part of his General is weird.

“I assure you, you’re not accidentally standing on my kidney when I use that shape,” Obi-Wan had said drily when Cody had inquired on the… sensitivity of the smoke.

The first enemy officer running, screaming down the halls with tomb plaques whispering their name over and over, would have kind of taken them by surprise if Obi-Wan hadn’t warned the ARCs in front.

“Look,” whispered directly into Cody’s ear, cold at his neck. “Left,” echoing until the word was too far away.

Cody had ignored the singing, more ghost voices joining in - which, as it turned out, had been the enemy sentient’s voices that Obi-Wan’s abilities had copied - in harmony sometimes, old and hoarse, young and begging, crying out.

“Round the corner, round and round, round the corner she misled, round and round, turn up dead��,” Boil stopped singing when Cody looked at him. “What, it’s catchy!“

Apart from the new earworm, the op had been successful. The hostages were cared for, post-op brief had been surprisingly… brief.

And now they were in the mess, shoveling food down their gullets and utterly failing to be discrete about watching the General’s other high-stakes op.

“If I just…” Obi-Wan continues to mutter to himself as he wraps the ends of the smoking sleeves over his black-tipped clawed hands leaking nightmares. He holds them up. “This should suffice. Spoon, please.”

Cody sticks the spoon dutifully between the divot Obi-Wan’s finger and thumb create in the fabric. He goes back to watching in fascination, cheek resting on his knuckles.

Obi-Wan nods to him. “Thank you. Pudding, please.”

Waxer balances the tiny cup on Obi-Wan’s other sleeve-pawed hand, tongue sticking out.

“Thank you.”

Waxer shrugs and goes back to his mental breakdown over murmuring “sweater paws” to himself.

The spoon dips into the pudding, is lifted to pale lips and the black, sharp tongue Cody is refusing to think about in any context whatsoever.

A nightmare drip lands on the floor with a soul-rending screech vibrating across the floor. A few men jump despite themselves. So does Obi-Wan.

The pudding plops into the nightmare sludge that has gathered on the table.

“No,” Obi-Wan whispers, eyebrows scrunching up in mourning, definitely pouting. “This can’t be happening.”

[crypty]

Great men fall the hardest

Woolley’s arm fell to the ground and the man screamed as he dropped to his knees.

Vader knew that Obi Wan loved his men. It was no secret, the man was calm and rational but he wore his heart on his sleeve just as much as Anakin used to. Vader knew that.

Boil whispered prayers, begs, to meet Waxer in whatever afterlife awaited them as Vader approached like a malevolent god.

And now, he was in control of the 212th. He could call them to a stage. Make examples of them. For what? What was the point, he felt the long abandoned bond scream. Ah but he knew. Obi Wan knew that all Vader wanted was to see him suffer.

Trapper’s jaw snapped around his tongue as bolts of electricity illuminated his nervous system.

Casualties of war, that’s what the clones always were. They were disposable to Vader. What would Obi Wan give to see them one last time?

Longshot’s nails left deep red scratches on his neck as he pulled on his blacks, trying to fight a pressure he could not resist.

Vader knew these men used to be expensive. How much, he wasn’t sure. Expensive. Now, they were old. Out of date and out of use. Worthless. Vader enjoyed their torment nonetheless.

Vader stared Cody in what he assumed to be the eyes, two black visors meeting, as blood soaked the floor. He could live.

~~~

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[wolffe-simp]

A Sass in the Ass (Fluff?)

Note: I honestly had so much fun writing this, despite a cat in my lap so enjoy!

Warnings: Sass Overload, Sass-off, damn Wolffe roll those eyes harder, just a bunch of clones being kids, just a bunch of kids being clones, (Y/N) about to throw hands, Chaotic!Clones, few swears

(Y/N), Fives, Tup and Echo decide to wake up on the sass train and cause a little mayhem on base, what could possibly go wrong?

To most people, everyday is just another day, yesterday was then, now was today and tomorrow is just lurking around the corner. Nothing was special about time when it came to the lives of normal people, they just lived life as they usually did, in the safe, protective shadow of the Republic army. They lived without the knowledge that they were in fact, relying on a bunch of bloody children in mens' bodies. As they lived their normal lives, somewhere among the towering building of Coruscant, lay the clone barracks, a place that seemed quite from the outside until....you walk through its front doors.

"Get back here!"

"Who ate my kriffing yogurt?!"

"Ew, she licked me."

Chaos erupted in the mess hall, many voices overlapping each other, each sentence as chaotic as the last and in the midst of it all was a certain commander who quite frankly, was so done with everyone at this kriffing table. Cody stabbed at his food while Tup wrestled with (Y/N) who was trying to lick the tear tattoo from his face after he said "pfft, you wouldn't lick me." to which proceeded to the female proving otherwise.

Fives was ranting and raging about his toffee yogurt going missing which (Y/N) had brought him from her homeworld, which Dogma had snuck under the table and was currently eating. All while Waxer and Boil chased Kix around the hall, trying to stop him from killing Echo over a joke about people paying electricity bills and life support to which the 501st medic flew into a rage but Cody wasn't entirely sure what had been said. So he just blankly stared at his troopers chasing Kix, chasing Echo, wondering when he would have to stop babysitting them all. He wanted to just walk away, take his food to his room and scream into his helmet but he knew he couldn't leave them unattended, because General (Y/N) was far from capable of being the "adult".

"Ack! Gross! That was my ear!" Tup suddenly shrieked.

(Y/N) jumped away from him, spitting, gagging and making dying noises as her fingers clawed at her tongue. It seemed that the general and Tup had been wrestling sloppily enough for the female to accidentally lick the inside of the arch troopers ear. The sight, almost made Cody crack, almost.

"Why did you move your head? Ew, it tastes so bad, Tup you are definitely not a yummy boy." (Y/N) cried dramatically, causing Fives to stop his ranting about his yogurt.

"Exqueeze me?!" Fives squealed dramatically, putting a hand on his hip and clicking the fingers of his other hand while his voice went up and octave or five. "I don't know who you think you are but my vod is scumdidilyumptious, you harpy."

"Harpy! That's not what yo donor was saying to me last night."

"Bish, that man is dead, Windu went all Queen of Hearts on his ass and said OFF WITH HIS HEAD."

"Damn, must have just been one of your hotter brothers."

Just as Cody was about to slam his head on the table, a tray of food was suddenly slammed down in front of him, causing the commander to lift his head. At the sight of Wolffe's face, he couldn't have been happier, maybe with the other commander here, things will start to calm down. Wolffe was joined by his troopers as well, Sinker, Boost, Comet and Warthog. The pack was well known for their composure effectiveness and sometimes their.....PHUT!.....explosive anger.

Warthog had barely sat down when an empty yogurt pot came flying at his head, hitting him square in the head. His head snapped in the direction of a now terrified Dogma, the two staring one another down until Warthog suddenly sprung from his seat, chasing a now screaming Dogma from the mess hall, followed by Fives who had now found the culprit to the yogurt theft.

"Wolffe, I beg you, save me." Cody pleaded to his fellow commander.

Wolffe chuckled deeply, stabbing a piece of leathery meat with his fork and shoving it in his mouth. Deep down, he was highly amused by the situation, he and his vods had been watching the chaos from the lunch line, wanting to come and watch Cody suffer under the weight of the chaos.

"Sorry Cody, this just isn't my area of expertise." The 104th Commander apologised with fake sympathy, swallowing his mouthful.

"No, his area of expertise is ending up in general (Y/N)'s quarters." Sinker snickered from next to Boost.

Wolffe groaned and rolled his eyes as Sinker and Boost laughed, thinking of all the ways he could punish them for making that comment.

"Wait, (Y/N) and Wolffe?" Echo panted out, coming to a skidding stop, holding his side from a stitch. "pfft, would never have guessed...."

Before he could say anymore, he was suddenly tackled to the ground by Kix, the action surprising Waxer and Boil to the point where they tripped over the now wrestling 501st troopers, creating a clone dog pile.

"No idea where you are getting your information Sinker but Wolffe isn't my type." (Y/N) huffed from her spot, having recovered from her recent accident with Tup.

"Funny, that's not what you were screaming last night." Wolffe retaliated with a wolfish grin, amber eyes glinting with a mischievous look.

Cody choked on his food, Tup fell off his seat out of shock, laughing along with Sinker and boost who were in absolute hysterics while Comet just looked on in confusion, clearly oblivious to the conversation because of how focused he had been on his food.

"Funny, you were on the bottom, acting like a puppy getting all the love and attention he had been begging for hours to get." (Y/N) Sassed.

"Your such a pain in the ass." Wolffe grumbled, rolling his eyes again.

"No, I'm a sass in the ass."

"Dank Farrik! Can a man not eat in peace?! Can you all just shut up....for two...kriffing minutes." Cody exploded, finally having enough.

"By the sith Cody! You trying to throw hands? you don't have to be so rude about it, you could have asked us to stop." (Y/N) exclaimed.

And that was how Rex walked into the Mess hall to the most blinding sight, mashed potato straight to the face. The captain groaned and wiped the sloppy mess from his face, eyes going wide at the scene in front of him. Kix and Echo were wrestling on the floor, Waxer and Boil trying to pull them apart. Tup, Wolffe, Comet, Sinker, Boost and (Y/N) were all behind upturned tables, using them as cover as food was thrown their way, also throwing food from their positions. Dogma ran in front of him, still screaming as Warthog gained on him, shouting profanities. Jessie, who had been accompanying him, walked in after him and laughed at the scene before deciding he wanted a piece of the action before they were all caught and punished. But what shocked him the most, was seeing Cody standing in the middle of the madness on one of the tables, letting out war cries as he flung food left and right. Most of the other clones in the hall were either taking cover or retreating. Taking inspiration from them, Rex decided to slowly back out of the room and turn tail, pretending that he hadn't seen it, he was so not putting up with this shit today.

[crispyjenkins]

fic with ahsoka as Obi-Wans Padawan? Maybe some angsty jangobi? (Used to be together but broke up and now they pine from afar™️)

(i’m devastated that i don’t get to write ahsoka much, especially as obi’s padawan, so that an anon would come into my inbox.... and request jangobi on top of it..... seriously, though, thank you! can’t say i wasn’t inspired by @autumnchild22’s Kenobi Tano AU, but this doesn’t share almost anything with their take of events (ノ*´◡`) i’m flattered y’all thought i could do something of theirs justice lmao

i have written entirely too much backstory for this one, i think my brainstorming ended up longer than the actual fic so like. rip. 

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  It surprises everyone except Obi-Wan that not only does Jango join the clones on the front lines, but he does so as the ARC troopers’ medic. That the son of the Mand’alor murdered by the Jedi would allow his kid to be apprenticed by a lifetime Council member is already hard enough for the galaxy at large to swallow; believing that the man who had at once been the most feared bounty hunter in the Outer Rim wouldn’t even ask for a command position? Impossible.

  Obi-Wan knows better. Just as Obi-Wan had picked up Soresu because he could not protect his master on Naboo, Jango had learned to put people back together because he could not save his buir on Korda 6. 

  Besides, Obi-Wan thinks Mace is a wonderful match for little Boba, even though he’s joining the Jedi older than even Anakin had been. Knowing Mace was among the Jedi to liberate the spice freighter Jango had been sold to, and that he had continued to check in on Jango for years after he got his armor back, Obi-Wan actually finds it rather silly that others on the Council had thought Jango would trust Boba to anyone else. 

  Which does leave Obi-Wan in quite the predicament, when less than a year after Anakin's knighting, Mace sends him a new padawan in the middle of a campaign. 

  Ahsoka smiles with all canines, and calls Anakin Skyguy, and has to be tricked into wearing more armor because, according to Cody, she is "not to take the General's lack of self-preservation as the status quo, nor as the basis for field safety." Which, rude, Obi-Wan wears plenty of armor when the situation calls for it; he simply doesn't find many situations where plasteel has kept his men or the Jedi from dying horribly.

  Letting Ahsoka gallivant around a battlefield in a tube-top without even a cloak, however, is out of the question, and Obi-Wan thinks Waxer does a brilliant job in sizing down the armor to fit their collective padawan over the next few months. Force, had Anakin really been younger than she when he first started taking him on missions?

  "Master?"

  Obi-Wan blinks, and smiles down at Ahsoka standing next to him, his apprentice looking quite dashing in the orange paint of the 212th. "Sorry, my dear, what were you saying?"

  She shrugs, eyeing him suspiciously. "'Was just asking if we would be working with the ARC troopers on Kiros; Captain Fordo said he would show me how to use a blaster rifle next time they were on the Negotiator."

  The Kaminoans intended for a few ARC troopers to be sent with each battalion, but it had quickly become clear that Jango had not trained them that way. Instead, he had raised and created a strike team so efficient, it would have been a waste to separate them; Obi-Wan knows Jango had hand-picked them from cadets, had searched for a spark in them that the Kaminoans hadn't already snuffed out completely. Jango had been like that once, too.

  "I would be surprised if we didn't," Obi-Wan decides on, turning back to observe the 212th loading into the Negotiator, and he would be, because the ARCs are often deployed with Obi-Wan’s men, have been since the Battle of Kamino. "But I have not heard anything from Master Shaak Ti, nor Captain Fordo as of yet."

  Ahsoka scrunches up her face into a pout, an amusing show of her age that she usually does not allow. "We'll probably get halfway through the mission and they'll just show up."

  Obi-Wan chuckles. “Hm, yes, probably,” he agrees, starting to make his way down to the hangar to join his men with Ahsoka trotting along behind, “but perhaps I can convince Captain Fordo not to surprise us too badly this time.”

-

  When the ARC troopers finally storm the Kadavo Processing Facility with Anakin and the Jedi on their heels, the warden Agruss is already dead.

  The sudden swell of Jedi presence is nearly blinding after a month of helplessness, but Obi-Wan can't tap out, not yet. Rex, satisfied and vindictive and relieved, sways dangerously and automatically reaches out to Obi-Wan to steady himself. 

  That Rex trusts him enough to not even think about rank before asking for help warms Obi-Wan in ways he doesn't yet have the words for — he wraps Rex's arm around his shoulders and takes half his weight happily.

  "Thank you," Obi-Wan finds himself murmuring as he helps Rex towards the doors, and only smiles at the captain's bemused expression. 

  "Whatever for, General?" he asks, even as he looks back over their shoulders across the room, to Agruss impaled to his chair with the electrostaff still sparking. Then he returns Obi-Wan’s smile, shaking his head. "That's not very Jedi-like of you, sir."

  "I'm afraid I haven't felt much a Jedi since Kiros, my dear." Which is perhaps too honest to allow himself before he's had a proper meal and a full night's rest, but if there is anyone who will understand, it is the man that lived it with him. "We could wait up here for Anakin to find us, but it will likely be a while before they can spare him to start looking; do you think you can keep your feet long enough for us to reach the ground floor?"

  Rex snorts and gives a vague wave of his free hand towards the elevators. "Well, I'm certainly not going to wait up here like some damsel, sir, and General Skywalker would kill me if I let you wander around on your own."

  "Well!" Obi-Wan laughs, for the first time in weeks, and hitches Rex up to get a better grip on his waist. "In that case, we really should not keep him waiting."

  They somehow time it perfectly for what the 187th and the 501st to have just finished rounding up the slavers in the courtyard when he and Rex hobble out of a side door of the warden's tower. Lieutenant Law oversees the Togrutas' move to Mace’s flagship Solace, and Obi-Wan easily picks him and Boba out from the crowd, standing at the base of the loading ramp and speaking with the Kiros colony's governor. Anakin is nowhere to be seen, but Obi-Wan doesn't get the chance to keep looking before Kix spots them from his place by the medical frigate; a shout passes over the nearby clones like a wave, until Kix and an ARC trooper break away to (gently) manhandle both him and Rex to the frigate. 

  The 187th's medic, Oro, is already on board seeing to the Togrutas too injured to wait for triage on the Solace, snapping a distracted salute that Obi-Wan quickly waves off as he helps heft Rex onto a hoverbed. He fully intends to duck back out and check in with Mace, though things seem well in hand without him, but the ARC with Kix takes off his helmet and glares, until Obi-Wan meekly shuffles to the next hoverbed over.

  He could never refuse Jango, after all. 

  "You repainted your armor," he says conversationally, as Jango pulls a scanner from the bandoleer around his chest and has Obi-Wan roll up his right sleeve. 

  "'Lost the last set to a sarlacc before our deployment to Kiros," Jango snorts, Concord Dawn accent stronger than any of his clones. "Though it looks like your mission had its fair share of excitement." Running the scanner over the electrical burns on Obi-Wan’s arm, Jango raises an eyebrow at the dried blood on the shoulder of his tunics; Obi-Wan honestly doesn't remember if it's his or not.

  And he can only smile at Jango, because even with a decade and a war between them, the corner of Jango's mouth still twitches when he's stressed. "Well, it certainly wasn't boring, my dear," Obi-Wan says, opening the neck of his tunic enough for Jango to stick him with a hypospray that hopefully won't make him too high. "And I can't say I'm looking forward to what is surely going to be a long dip in the bacta tank."

  He gets a laugh for that, and can't think of the last time they had done more than make eye contact from opposite sides of a ship. Perhaps it had been Kamino, when Taun We had first sent for the Jedi to meet the army created for them. 

  Obi-Wan had rather thought Jango dead until then, when he had disappeared from the galaxy abruptly as if he had never lived in it at all. For a time, Obi-Wan believed he had just gotten cold feet, that finally meeting Anakin made it all a little too personal too quickly, but then even Mace could not get a hold of him and no one had seen a Mandalorian bounty hunter in months.

  Their... conversation, Jango's stilted explanations of his absence and of how little he actually knew about the purpose for the clones he helped create, left far too much unsaid, but then Obi-Wan had been sent to Geonosis and, well. It's been nearly two years now, and Obi-Wan isn't sure if he's even seen Jango without his helmet since then. 

  His eyes flick over Obi-Wan’s face, the left side of his lips twitching as if knowing exactly what Obi-Wan is thinking — and he might not put it past him. 

  "Where are Anakin and Ahsoka?" Obi-Wan hears himself ask, when the silence grows heavy with those unsaid words. And he really would like to check in with his padawan, he can't imagine her last month has been a picnic either.

  Jango sticks him with another stim before answering, "Mace sent Skywalker to make sure no slave is missed, and no slaver isn't arrested. As for your new foundling..." That little smile comes back, as Jango nods out the back of the frigate to where someone is cutting a line through the clones guarding their new prisoners. 

  "Oh dear," Obi-Wan mumbles, barely having time to brace himself before Ahsoka is launching herself at him, and all he can think is how relieved he is to see her out of her slave disguise. Jango steps cleanly out of the way to let Ahsoka smother herself in Obi-Wan’s chest, though it doesn’t stop him from starting to prep bacta patches to tide him over until they can get to the Negotiator’s medbay.

  “Hello, little one,” Obi-Wan murmurs, carefully loosening the tight net of his shields for the first time since Zygerria and letting Ahsoka’s presence flood his mind. 

  “It’s good to see you, Master ‘Nobi,” she says into his tunics, and her voice does not waver at all.

  He manages a chuckle, though it does not hold nearly as well as Ahsoka’s, as he feels himself finally relax. Anakin, of course, senses the both of them immediately and prods at their minds, but neither Obi-Wan nor his padawan acknowledge him. “I take it the Queen is dead?”

  Ahsoka sighs and pulls back enough to nod. “Count Dooku was there, Skyguy barely got us all out.”

  “That was a week ago,” Jango adds, not looking up from the datapad he’s logging Obi-Wan’s injuries into. “Even with the Queen giving us the location of the Processing Facility, we had to wait for the 187th to catch up.”

  Running his palm from the top of her head down her hind lek, Ahsoka melts back against him with a Togruta churr he rarely has the pleasure of hearing from her. “Hm, and I imagine Boba was thrilled to work with the ARC troopers.”

  Jango snorts, because they both know Boba is thirteen and his rebellious stage where he wants nothing to do with his father for fear of losing his independence. “Originally, the 104th was the closest battalion, but were held up in their own campaign. ‘Honestly didn’t think we could keep Skywalker from rushing in anyways.”

  And Obi-Wan has to wince at that, because no matter what he does, he can’t seem to find a way to teach Anakin about attachment in words he understands; truthfully, Obi-Wan wouldn’t have had him knighted until he had at least attempted to master that part of his mind, but, well, the War had different opinions.

  “I’m actually just surprised he didn’t try to fight Dooku,” Ahsoka admits, finally releasing Obi-Wan only to hop up on the hoverbed next to him. Jango immediately pulls Obi-Wan’s bare arm back to himself to start slapping the bacta patches over the worst of his burns. “Master Windu had a talk with him, though, I think it was good for him.”

  “I’d like to see that!” Jango barks, only half sarcastically: he knows better than most, the sorts of things Mace Windu can talk someone out of, and if it worked for one ex-slave, why shouldn’t it work on another?

  Ah, perhaps that shared history should not have slipped Obi-Wan’s mind, not here with thousands of freed slaves needing aid for injuries Jango is intimately familiar with.

  “And are you alright?” he asks before he can talk himself out of it, as Jango is cutting his sleeve further back. His brow ticks back up, clearly bewildered by what Obi-Wan could be referring to, but it’s Ahsoka that leans around Obi-Wan to sniff triumphantly up at Jango.

  “I told you he still likes you,” she says, and Jango’s hand freezes on Obi-Wan’s wrist.

  Obi-Wan sighs. “Ahsoka.”

  But instead of denying that he might have actually had such a conversation with Obi-Wan’s padawan, Jango coughs on a laugh. “So you did, edee. To be fair, I did not think that was the issue.”

  Ahsoka rolls her eyes, leaning back into Obi-Wan’s side as he automatically raises his arm to accommodate her. “He thinks he lost his chance, Master ‘Nobi,” she tells him. “Even Cody thinks he’s full of banthashit.”

  Where Obi-Wan feels a little shell-shocked by the turn in conversation, Jango simply keeps that tiny smile — even if it looks bittersweet and self-deprecating now. “Your foundling has spent the last week talking me in circles about this, I almost think she’s as stubborn as you.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment, I think,” Obi-Wan returns, sarcasm an automatic, subconscious response. 

  “I wouldn’t need to talk you in circles if you two just talked to each other.”

  Shaking his head in bemusement, Obi-Wan gently fixes Ahsoka’s slika beads to lay properly around her montrals. “I’m afraid there’s quite a lot of history there, little one; most of which I’m sure Jango did not actually share with you.”

  She wrinkles her nose. “No, he refuses to tell me anything except that you met on a mission. And that he saved your ass from Jabba the Hutt.”

  Obi-Wan snaps his eyes to Jango, who looks absolutely anywhere but at him. “Is that how you remember it going, my dear?”

  “Could we do this later?”

  “Because if I recall correctly, and I do, this is not the first time you’ve lost your armor to a sarlacc.”

  Jango looks to the ceiling for patience. 

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Mando'a: buir — “parent”, gender neutral  Mand’alor — “Sole ruler”, contended ruler of Mandalore. edee — “teeth”, “jaws”, used here as an affectionate name for Ahsoka. because she teeth.

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The Clones as Annoying Things In Other Peoples Bathrooms

Rex- The door lock is broken or nonexistent so you feel like you have to pee quickly or everyone is going to walk in on you Echo- The toilet paper under Fives- The toilet paper over Jesse- Wet toilet paper roll Kix- The decorative soaps you aren’t sure you are allowed to use or not because they are hella fancy and more expensive than your car Tup- kids bath toys just staring at you and judging your bowel movements from the tub Dogma- The immaculately clean bathroom you aren’t sure its even legal to use because its spotless Hardcase- Those annoying bathroom signs with puns on them. Coric- The bathroom is so silent you are sure the entire house can hear you go Bly- The overly fancy above countertop bowl sinks you are afraid to use, 99- The old lady bathroom spray that makes everything smell like cheap flowers and brown sugar Cody- bathroom with carpet floors Waxer and Boil- clogged toilet for absolutely NO reason Wolffe- streaks on a mirror Sinker and Boost- Cleaning smell. Hunter- The otherly bright ass bathroom lights that make you feel like you are on a stage and everyone is staring at you. Wrecker- Would it fucking kill someone to put the toilet seat down Tech- The crazy looking contraption on the countertop that turns out to just be electric toothbrushes Crosshair- The mysterious closed shower curtain you want to open but can’t because people might think you are weird.

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SexyBack: Rex x Reader

Just a little fic that I would imagine SexyBack by Justin Timberlake being like in real life :)

Warning: Kinda PG-13/R

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79's was busy as normal. With both the 501st and 212th on leave, it seemed as if there was no room to in the bar. Though you frequently were a Jedi General for the 212th, you've found yourself becoming infatuated with the captain of the 501st. You loved it when Cody talked about him.  Matter of fact, you typically asked Cody to talk about Rex. It quickly became apparent to Cody that you had some sort of romantic interest in Rex. Though Cody was pretty by the book, he became determined to set you and Rex up together.

Rex rarely came to 79's, but Cody's presence was enough to convince him to go. You sat next to Cody, Waxer and Boil, your eyes glued on the door. They both noticed this but didn't make a comment on it, figuring it was just some 'weird Jedi stuff'.  Before you knew it, Rex walked through the door, his helmet clutched tightly against his hip.  He looked around the crowded bar, hoping to find Cody or another fellow member of the Torrent Company. To your luck, he found Cody first and made his way to the table where you were seated. His eyes didn't meet yours, but yours met his as he strutted to the table. He walked over with confidence, as if he were approaching a general. Oh wait, he was.

"General," he nodded at you, "Cody, how are you?"

"I'm great, Rex! Here, take a seat," he smiled, stepping out of they booth, allowing Rex to sit next to you. Cody shot you a wink while Rex was sitting down. You listened to the boys strike conversation about their last campaigns.

"What do you think, (Y/N)?" Cody asked, making you snap out of your trance.

"Uh, of course, yeah!" you quickly replied, having no clue what they were even referring to.

Waxer's jaw dropped. "Wow, I cannot believe we got both you AND Rex to agree to out shenanigans! Cody, you start!"

A devious smile took over Cody's face. You were still clueless to what was going on. "(Y/N), truth or dare?"

Your eyes rolled into a different galaxy. Rex looked at you awaiting you answer. Cody mouthed out dare. "Dare?" you slowly responded.

"Rex, truth or dare?" Cody diverted Rex's attention back to him.

"Cody, isn't it gen-"

"Just answer the question," Cody cut him off.

"Dare."

"(Y/N), Rex. I dare you two to dance with each other on the dance floor," Cody smirked.

"Cody?!" Rex gasped, almost with anger in his voice. "She's a general!"

On the other hand, you just sat there in silence.

"So what? She's always down for a good time. Now get out there you two!" Cody laughed as you two got up.

You and Rex made your way to the dance floor. Once arriving in the middle of all the action, you looked at each other with an awkward silence.

"So, General," Rex hummed, biting his lower lip softly.

"You can call me (Y/N)," you softly laughed, "let's dance, I guess?"

"Yeah," Rex whispered while scratching the back of his neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Cody run up to the DJ. Moments later, a song with a much slower pace came on. All around the bar and dance floor, clones broke out in song. You took this opportunity to put your one hand on Rex's tricep and the other intertwined in his hand. He nervously put his hand on your hip and began to sway.

"This isn't so bad," you smiled, looking up at him.

"Yeah, this isn't at-" he stopped mid-sentence when his eyes met yours.

You noticed this, "Are you okay?"

"I've just never noticed how gorgeous your eyes are," he commented, his eyes locked on yours.

"Uh, I-" you stuttered, not sure how to respond. Instead, you pressed your head against his chest plate and continued swaying.

"Did I take it too far? If so, I'm sorry," he sighed, moving the hand on your side to your back.

"Shhh," you hummed, "I actually am really glad you said that."

He pulled you off his chest, "Really?"

Just as you were about to respond, the song changed and was back to typical upbeat bar music. "Oh what a shame," you noted, "I was enjoying that."

"Me too," he exhaled, still holding onto you, gazing into your eyes. His gaze was cut off by a service droid offering you two drinks. You both accepted, and took a sip.

"It doesn't have to end," you winked, clinking his glass.

He winked and began dancing next to you. You didn't hesitate to join him, slowly inching closer and closer and the song progressed. By this point, you both forgot that this was even a dare. Before long, your bodies were touching.

Words couldn't even begin to describe how much you wished his armor wasn't on. The hard material was uncomfortable to dance against, but not unbearable.

A few drinks later, you were both dancing in a way that would make your master ashamed of you, but you didn't mind. His body glided perfectly against yours.

"I didn't know the Jedi could dance," he mumbled, his face just inches away from yours.

"Maybe they can't. But this one can," you smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that so?" his face inching closer to yours.

"You tell me," you replied with lust in your voice.

"Do Jedi know how to kiss?" he huskily asked, his lips only a small distance from yours.

"Again, you tell me, captain," you whispered, pressing your lips into his.

The kiss was electric. For always being outside in battle, his lips were soft and gentle. He tasted like the drink in his hand, but you didn't mind. His free hand made its way to your cheek, caressing it softly.  Though this was both of yours first kiss, you both felt as if the other was a professional. What started off as gentle kiss turned into a tongue battle for dominance.

The boys of the 501st saw this and they didn't seem to know how to act. They all stood there in shock seeing their Captain kissing a girl, let alone a girl who's a general.

"Atta boy Rex!" Fives shouted from across the bar. But neither you or Rex responded, you just stayed there, lips locked.

Rex slowly began taking steps towards the wall until he had your back pushed against it. In this moment, the fact that you were his superior slipped his mind. He was in charge now. He took a hold of your hips and slid you up the wall until he was holding you at eye level with him.  You let out a soft moan while feeling his strong biceps hold you up.

"Rex," you mumbled against his lips. He hummed in response, still not breaking the kiss. "Let's take this else where."

He briskly pulled away from you. "Stay here." He rushed off to the table where he grabbed his helmet.

"How'd it go?" Cody asked, "I haven't see you two in a while."

"I gotta go," Rex hastily responded, making his way back to you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bar, finding the nearest taxi. You both hopped in.

"Where should we go?" Rex asked, shaking his leg up and down. He was craving your passion.

"Jedi temple please!!" you told the driver, "and make it quick!"

The driver sped off and it started to become painful to not touch Rex. You needed him, and you needed him quick. As the driver approach the temple, you gave him directions to where you wanted to be dropped off. You picked a landing platform not far from your quarters. When stopped by one of the temple guards, you explained that you were going over new intel with Rex, and that he was allowed to come with you.

You almost didn't even get the chance to close your door before he had his lips against yours again. To add some more fun, you decided to force throw him onto your bed. Before you could get over to him, he started taking off his armor. You've never seen a solider strip to blacks so fast. As soon as he finished, you straddled over him. He put his hands on lower portion of your back and pressed your hips into his, prompting a grinding motion.  Before long, you felt a bulge against your pants, setting in stone the rest of the night.

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Bitter Gurney

Obi-Wan x FemaleDoctor!Reader Part 2

Word count: 2827

Part 1

Summary: Someone is hurt and the reader needs to patch them up. Anakin is a little shit (and Ahsoka too)

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Warnings: a looooooot of dialogue and yes, this should have a part three because Anakin is a little shit. This has like no plot or character development lol. Have another gif to appease the awful writing:

How long had she been here? (Y/N) had already lost count of her days in the ship. After Waxer’s surgery, the Jedi and their troops had to continue with battles not far from where the cruise was. It was quiet and awfully boring, the doctor spent most of her days reading, training nurses, studying and staring at the endless space thinking about her new Jedi friends.

It almost seemed forever when she got a call from the admiral, warning her that the battle ships were coming back with probably some injured people. (Y/N) felt a little guilty for feeling that rush of adrenaline she was feeling, fueling her preparations and orders she started to give all the nurses and droids on the floor. She expected moderate injuries, and prepared for at least one possible dangerous case. The surgery room was already prepared and the gurneys waiting, Doctor Wilhar in full uniform. Soon, the infirmary was flowing with life, many troopers were in need of a stitch or two, but thankfully no one needed surgery.

As she was finishing patching up a soldier, she looked how Anakin and Ahsoka carried Obi-Wan. (Y/N) almost ran, fearing he would be the surgical case. “What do we have here?” She asked as she got closer. Ahsoka then spoke:

“A blaster wound in his left side, I think it grazed him.” (Y/N) in full doctor mode called a gurney, checking Obi-Wan’s vitals. Steady heart beat and even breathing, perhaps a little agitated.

“How are you feeling General?” She asked, opening the door of a private room where she would be able to asses the situation further.

“I’m fine.” He said flinching a little bit when he moved to sit up. (Y/N) pushed his chest backwards, making him lay down.

“Of course you are. I need everyone to exit the room.” She simply said, Anakin and Ahsoka leaving a little reluctantly. “I’ll take off your top robes, I hope that’s okay.” She warned, not waiting for a response as she slipped her gloves on. Dr. Wilhar didn’t flinch at his gun wound, she had seen worse. “This needs some stitches, but it is superficial damage, you’ll be fine.” She assured, looking for the stitching kit and anesthesia. “Don’t worry, I’ll anesthetize this part, so you won’t feel  a thing.”

“It’s alright darling.” (Y/N) ignored the pet name, as she started to work, fully concentrated.

“Rough fight?” She asked, trying to make conversation and relax Obi-Wan, as she inserted the syringe with anesthesia.

“Not really.” He simply said.

“Then how come you got hurt?” She questioned looking at his eyes briefly.

“Well, I’ve heard such nice comments from your caring servicies I had to see what all the fuss was about.”

“Oh, so you got hit on purpose?”

“No, I look miserable right now.”

“How about next time you come to me when you get a little cut or a small bruise?”

“Would you patch me up?”

“If you are patient.”

“Patience, yes, a Jedi trait.” (Y/N) tried to hold her laughter back, Obi-Wan was talking nonsense, and she didn’t even gave him any medicine yet. She finished stitching him up in silence, cleaning the wound, reaching for gauze. Now that her adrenaline dissipated she noticed Obi-Wan’s lean torso, a few scars adorning his soft looking skin. She felt heat rising to her cheeks, as she also reached for ointment.

“I’ll-”she cleared her throat “I need you to sit up a bit, slowly please.” She indicated, her voice shy. Dr. Wilhar reached for the antibiotics and a cup of water. She gave them to Kenobi, no need to speak her orders, he took them with no hesitation. Meanwhile, (Y/N) tried hard to concentrate on applying the ointment and tying the gauze around his torso, it was almost like hugging him. She haven’t noticed how close they were until she felt weight on her shoulder.

Tilting her head just to watch what was the weight, she found that Obi-Wan had fallen asleep, his forehead on her shoulder. (Y/N) almost squeaked but contained herself, she didn’t want to wake him up. She softly laid him down, covering him with the thin sheet the gurney offered. With a little hesitation she pushed his hair back; she was glad she did that, because as she lightly touched his forehead she felt his temperature higher. Following protocol she injected the IV with solution to avoid dehydration. She then exited the room, looking around the infirmary, everything under control.

Today she was really, skeptical, but against her gut feeling, she entered General Kenobi’s room in the infirmary and although she didn’t have to do this, because there were less tedious methods, she decided to grab a small towel and a bucket full of ice cold water. She started to wipe off Kenobi’s forehead sweat, smiling when he sighed in relief because of the fresh water.

(Y/N) could only admire his face while systematically taking care of him. She was so into it, she didn’t notice Anakin, Rex and Cody spying from the window of the door. “Oh, c’mon.” Cody complained, afraid he would loose his bet with Rex, because if his eyes didn’t deceive him, it was the Doctor the one with lovey-dovey eyes, not the other way around. Rex chuckled, tasting victory.

“What?” Anakin asked. Both clones looked at each other, debating in their minds if they should tell Skywalker, after all he was a Jedi as well.

“Well…”

“What?” Anakin pressed on.

“We have a bet, you see.” Rex started, now filling a little guilty. “I think that Dr. Wilhar will fall for the General, while Cody thinks otherwise.”

“‘Fall for’? As in, fall in love?” Anakin shook his head. “Obi-Wan is already in love with someone else, he might not admit it, but he is.”

“With whom?” Cody asked.

“Duchess Satine.” Anakin gossiped. The three of them felt silent.

“I still think I win.” Rex interrupted the silence. Cody’s face scrunched up at his statement, clearly asking why. “Have you seen the look on her face? I saw her treat a lot of people but she never got all blushy and nervous.”

“So what? The general was flirting with her.” Cody pointed out.

“Nah-uh, it was flattery.” Anakin defended. “Obi-Wan flatters with everyone.” Then a discussion started about the fine line between flattery and flirting. Hearing commotion outside (Y/N) opened the door.

“What’s all this noise about?” She scolded, making them hold their tongues. “General Kenobi is sleeping and has a fever right now, if you want to visit you may do it when he wakes up.” She informed, closing the door again. The three men continued arguing if they were in love or not for too much time, until Ahsoka arrived. Then, she joined the discussion.

“Uh-uh, I don’t care who that duchess is, I believe (Y/N) is cooler.” The togruta stated, crossing her arms with a sassy aura. “She saves lives and is a total badass. The duchess sounds like a snob.” She taunted, making Cody laugh.

“We’ll see who Obi-Wan likes more.” Anakin challenged. Needless to say, Obi-Wan was about to get a whole lot of stress.

******

The lights were too bright for the Master Jedi, they made him feel dizzy. He moved one of his hands to his eyes to cover them, noticing the rough texture of a towel in his forehead in the way. He was alone, he could sense it, and he was actually grateful, Anakin would probably nag at him, increasing the pain pulsing in his head.

A few minutes later someone opened the door, closing it softly. He peeped thorough his arms, and was glad to found (Y/N) smiling softly at him, her white coat on, a data pad on her hands. “Good morning General. How are you feeling?” She asked, looking at his vitals and noting them down on the data pad.

“My head is about to explode.” His hoarse voice spoke. The doctor removed the towel now pressing her cold hand against his forehead. Obi-Wan almost sighed at the contact, her hands felt amazing.

“I believe you don’t have a fever anymore, which is really good. Can I take a look at your stitches?” She asked as a formality, moving her hands to the thin sheet covering his torso, grazing her fingers just a little against his abdomen. Obi-Wan couldn’t contain the shudder this time. “Sorry my hands are little cold, the ship is freezing.” The Jedi shook his head, trying to ignore the fact that his shivering wasn’t because her hands were cold, but because he felt her touch electric. He took a good look at the doctor, she look as splendid as the day he met her, only a bit more tired; she had dark circles under her eyes and looked a little scruffy. Nevertheless, he had underestimated how much he had missed her, it was refreshing seeing the caring smile on her face, feeling the soothing aura she carried around and listening to her honeyed voice. “Obi-Wan?” She asked, apparently again.

“Sorry darling, I was distracted.” The doctor cleared her throat, a pink tint creeping on her cheeks.

“I was commenting you, General, that you overslept. I think the battle took a toll on you, you should rest more and take care of yourself. You are a Jedi, not inmortal.” She stated. The Jedi flinched at her formalities.

“You can drop the title Doctor, please call me Obi-Wan.” Just when (Y/N) was going to do a cheeky remark about his pet-names, Anakin opened the door with a big smile on his face, Ahsoka following right behind, snickering about whatever Anakin had told her earlier.

“Hi (Y/N)!” Ahsoka greeted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “How’s Master Kenobi?”

“He’ll be alright as long as he stays in bed for at least one more day. Can you do that General?” She teased with a knowing smile.

“I’ll try.” He answered following her game, making her laugh.

“Skywalker, try to keep as quiet as you can, alright?” She taunted at the loud Jedi, a hand on her hip.

“Whatever.” He replied, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Alright, I’ll come back later Obi-Wan.” She waved at the door, Ahsoka following the Doctor. “It’s something the matter?”

“No…” she replied with a suspicious tone. “I just noticed that you called Master Kenobi by his first name.”

“He told me to.” She excused herself. Ahsoka hummed, still looking at the doctor. “What?” She asked a little embarrassed for no reason. The young padawan still looked at her, (Y/N) felt as if she was reading her. “He calls me darling, I think I have the right to call him by his first name.” She blurted out. Ahsoka's grin became bigger, she even giggled.

“He does what?!” She asked in a higher pitch from the one aloud in the infirmary. Doctor Wilhar shushed her.

“It's just a stupid pet-name.”

“He doesn’t call everyone darling.”

“I bet he does, and it's annoying.” A short silence indicated Ahsoka was thinking. Then she gasped:

“Ohhh!! You know what you should do? If he calls you darling, you should reply him back with another pet name!”

“What?” (Y/N) deadpanned.

“I do it all the time. Men get really uncomfortable when you call them some pet name back.” She assured her.

“I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.” Dr. Wilhar replied, her softer side appearing from the back of her brain.

“If you do it just once I bet he would stop… unless you actually like him calling you darling.” Ahsoka teased, her snippy side showing.

“Fine.” (Y/N) sighed, annoyed. She then proceeded to make the check ups of her patients, Ahsoka chatting with her, keeping her company.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was having a stupid argument with Anakin. “Why would want to know anything about Satine?”

“Because, I care about you Master and I feel like she’s an important part of your life.”

“She’s not. We are very different people, plus I took an oath to the Jedi Code, it’s not wise to keep her on my mind.”

“So you wouldn’t break the code for her?”

“No.”

“And for (Y/N)?”

“What kind of question is that?” Obi-Wan asked annoyed. “Are you really asking about me? Or are you the one in love with Dr. Wilhar?” Anakin contained his need of denying it instantly, after all, his whole love and devotion were dedicated to Padmé.

“I am.” He lied, crossing his arms, laying back in the chair.

“What?!” Obi-Wan asked, his demeanor not as calm as he would like to mask. He would be lying if he would say he wasn’t a little bit angry.

“Do you have a problem, Master?”

“Yes I do. You took an oath to the code! You can’t just foolishly fall in love with some girl you met!” Then Obi-Wan noticed, he wasn’t talking to Anakin, he wasn’t scolding Anakin. He was scolding himself.

“She’s not just a girl!” Anakin defended, getting himself in character. Before Obi-Wan could continue, there was a knock on the door. Ahsoka came in, Dr. Wilhar following behind. The padawan stood by her master, sensing the awkward aura around both Masters.

“Visiting hours are over, so both of you should go to your quarters to get some sleep.” (Y/N) informed Anakin and Ahsoka. “Have a good night.” She smiled brightly.

“See ya (Y/N).” Ahsoka waved.

“I hope I’ll see you later, sugar lips.” Anakin said in a husky voice, then smirked. Ahsoka, who was still around, had her mouth hanging open.

“Uh… what?” (Y/N) asked to no one in particular, looking at the Jedi exiting the room. She looked cluelessly at Obi-Wan, but he just shook his head. “What the hell was all that about?” She asked now realizing what Anakin had called her.

“You should ask him.” The older Jedi replied, a little bitter. (Y/N) proceeded to check all his vitals again and his wound. At this point, Obi-Wan would have been bored about the whole procedure if it weren't for the doctor, he would watch her do the same thing over and over again with fascination.

“Well, we are finished for today. Tomorrow morning you should be ready to go.” She stated a polite warm smile on her face. She stood really close to his bed, one of her arms holding her data pad firmly while the other dangled on her side. Obi-Wan was temped to hold her lonely hand, but just nodded. The doctor nodded as well and started to turn towards the door, when a firm grasp in her wrist stopped her softly.

“You should come with us.” He blurted out. (Y/N)’s eyes opened slightly surprised.

“Where?” She asked confused.

“Wherever we go.” He replied still holding her wrist, with a softer grasp. (Y/N) had to think what was he exactly proposing. Most of the times, when the troops had to go somewhere to fight they left in smaller ships, compared to the one she was, which usually stayed in pacific areas, rather than war zones. (Y/N) knew there was a provisional infirmary in every little ship, but she would have to train everyone again and spend so much more time curing people and it sounded like the best plan ever.

“I would love to, but I’ll have to deal with somethings here before joining your adventures.” (Y/N) tried not to shiver at the soothing touch of Kenobi’s hand, she also tried really hard to contain her impulse of saying yes immediately.

“I’ll wait patiently darling.” And there he went again, with the annoyingly sweet pet-name.

“Thank you, honey.” She replied, a little sarcastic tone lacing her words. The Jedi’s heart skipped a beat and completely ignored the fact she did it on purpose, because it sounded so right when she called him that he contained himself from taking her hand and kissing her hands. (Y/N) would be lying if she wasn’t proud of herself when she saw the blush creeping on Obi-Wan’s cheeks and ears, but she was lightly blushing as well. “Good night, Obi-Wan.”

Just when (Y/N) closed the door to Kenobi’s room, she saw Anakin laying against the wall, his arms crossed and eyes closed. “Skywalker, what are you doing here?” She asked, a little uncomfortable knowing he probably heard the little banter with Obi-Wan. In the room she left, Obi-Wan was focusing on not being completely furious with Anakin and his intentions towards the doctor.

He repeated in his head over and over again that he was angry because Anakin was breaking the code, but he knew, deep down, that he actually was feeling jealousy. As his former master had taught him, he started to carefully meditate and sort out his feelings, trying to repress them as much as he was capable off. He couldn’t get that uncomfortable tug on his chest.

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