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bestie…currently having thoughts…about how Fives pushes his needs out of the way for others to make sure they’re taken care of

and how after years of battle and loss and pain, fives just crumples in your arms and doesn’t know what’s happening to him

he was made for this

war and death are old friends who keep him walking on a path of no return, and there’s nothing he can do

and only in your arms does fives completely shatter and understand what it means to be vulnerable because you hold him with such tender care like he’s the most delicate treasure in the galaxy

MYTHOS!!! I’m kicking my feet up and sighing with heart eyes at this 😍🥰😭 You’re so so right and this is SO PERFECT. It would be so hard to watch Fives shatter but then also understanding what that meant to be his safe space…. Excuse me while I throw in a break because I have THOUGHTS about this.

It would take so much for Fives to feel safe. He’s so used to looking out for people, used to being the problem solver, and used to making light of things. Truthfully, he likes that. Fives likes the responsibility and he likes a good laugh. Those qualities are his gifts and he wouldn’t trade them for anything

Then he meets you and he gets to feel something he hasn’t felt since he lost Echo. You understand. You don’t sympathize like Echo could (how could you ever?) but you listen. You empathize. And little by little, he opens up.

Honestly, at first Fives is shocked. Every time he tells you something - every time you take it in stride and show him that you’re a safe space - it stuns him. He can’t believe he’s saying some of these things out loud and he can’t believe you’re hearing him - really hearing him. Not that he’s never opened up to his brothers. Jesse’s heard some of this stuff and Rex is probably the closest to him. Still, it’s different with you. There’s distance from his vode, space to process what he’s feeling and going through - what he’s lived through.

And that’s when Fives breaks. And why he breaks. Because he knows he can. He knows you’ll hold him while he falls apart. He knows you won’t try to pick up the pieces. Instead, you’ll keep the pieces safe until he’s ready to put them back together.

Because Fives is the most precious thing in the universe to you. How could he not be? It’s Fives.

[saradika]

hiiii - i've been meaning to pop over and say thank you thank you for all your creative goodness that you share on here.

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡

hii! So sorry for my late reply, but this made me smile every time I peeked in my inbox! Hi and hello and you are so sweet to send this! 💖 Thank you for thinking of me. (And right back at you for the ask game!)

[staygoldwriting]

*sighs* you can't use one of my fav songs as a title and not expect me to ask about it. you GOTTA tell me about Everybody Talks

BESTIE 😍

I adore this song too!! This is actually a request I received from the lovely @maltinonka, and it's going to be a very fun and flirty summer fic in which Steve and Eddie are trying to woo the reader 😉 I'm still working through some details, so I'm open to suggestions and ideas!

[spacemythic]

Passing this ask game on: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals & followers!! <3

My cat!

When a friend sends me a silly meme or video or something and says "this reminded me of you"

Reading by the pool, especially when I'm the only one there

When I go outside and my neighbor's big friendly golden retriever gets excited to see me

Getting in my bed after I just changed the sheets and everything feels all fresh and nice

Thank you!! 💕

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

If you get this, answer w three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog :)

Aaaaa tysm for this!!

Uhhhh let's see 3 random facts...

I used to play DnD a few years back and have really wanted to get back into it lately

I have an A Level in Fine Art but really hurt my wrist working on the final piece for it so I now struggle to make intricate art like I used to

I taught myself to play the keyboard and learn how to play by ear bc I can't read sheet music (trust me, 8 years of playing saxophone didn't help me grasp it at all)

[staygoldwriting]

UGH BESTIE I SO NEEDED THIS 😭😍🙈❤️ thank youuuuu my first day of training is tomorrow and I'm gonna make this playlist and listen to it on my way there 💕🤗🥰 thank you again!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hey bestie ❤️ for your birthday celebration, can I please request a "Midsummer Dance" with our boy Steve?? I could use a playlist to vibe with in the car and think fluffy thoughts 🙈

2 more days!! (Cuz it's after midnight now lol)

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. - Midsummer Dance

Small playlist for a character and/or trope. @staygoldwriting requested a car ride that's just full of smiles and love with the resident heartthrob. Thank you for celebrating with me bestie <3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN! Reader

Counselor Notes: I tried to imagine which songs the two of you would sing along to at the top of your lungs as he drove you to your first day at your new job hehe <3 He would want to remind you how much care for you and try to get you to relax however he could.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Upside Down Masterlist <-

-Head Over Heels (Tears for Fears)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

I’m lost in admiration, could I need you this much? // Oh, you’re wasting my time // You’re just, just, just, wasting time // Something happens and I’m head over heels //

-No Surrender (Bruce Springsteen)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

I can feel my heart begin to pound // You say you’re tired and you just want to close your eyes // And follow your dreams // Well, we made a promise we swore we’d always remember // No retreat, baby, no surrender //

-Listen to Your Heart (Roxette)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

The scent of magic, the beauty that’s been // When love was wilder than the wind // Listen to your heart // When he’s calling for you //

-All My Love (Led Zeppelin)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the night // To chase a feather in the wind // Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight // There moves a thread that has no end // For many hours and days that pass ever soon //

-Your Song (Elton John)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

This is your song // It may be quite simple, but // Now that it's done // I hope you don't mind // I hope you don't mind that I put down in words // How wonderful life is while you're in the world //

[run-clever-boy]

Stolen Glances Pt. 1 - Ian Malcolm

@toomanybandstocare - thank you for the wonderful prompt!! Totally taking you up on it [Prompt Here]

Professor!Ian Malcolm x Student of Professor!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! (Wine?)

Summary: Your father invites his colleague over for dinner and he turns out very different than you expected.

“Dr. Y/L/N!” The man said, walking into the room confidently with a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Professor Malcolm! A grand entrance as always!” You hear your father say from across the hall. You put down your book and walk into the kitchen of your home where your father and- who you were assuming was- Dr. Malcolm pouring wine.

Dr. Malcolm was an interesting man for sure, however his appearance was not what you first noticed. He had a commanding presence, but not threatening. His confidence and charisma radiated off of him. He seemed to know your father well enough to throw out some simple work anecdotes, but nothing of any more substance.

Your father finally noticed your presence in the kitchen and gestured you into the room further.

“My goodness, excuse my manners Ian! This is my daughter, Y/n” Your father says cheerfully. “Y/n, this is Dr. Ian Malcolm, a colleague of mine!”

You reach out and shake his hand firmly and he gives you a small nod. “She happens to be in your particular field of study I believe, Ian!” Your father chimes in.

You turn toward him. “What field of study do you teach, Doctor?”

“I am a man of theoretical mathematics, more specifically… uh.. the amazing possibility of.. um.. chaos theory!” He smiles brightly “Do you happen to be a student of.. uh.. theoretical math Y/n?”

“I’m actually not very familiar with theoretical math, however I am interested in the theories surrounding it. Currently, I’m pursuing the study of general, or to you more practical, mathematics at the university” You reply. “So you study the work of Edward Lorenz?”

He looked stunned for a moment. He had barely known anyone interested in chaos theory in his lifetime, and an undergraduate student was talking about Edward Lorenz, the inventor of the theory he bases his life’s work on. He practically grinned from ear to ear as he looked you up and down to evaluate you.

“See Ian, I told you she was something special” Your father said, beaming with pride. You put on a faux innocent expression and simply said “What?”. Then you made eye contact with the professor.

Just then is when the weight of his appearance hit you. His eyes bored holes in yours, sparkling with curiosity. He was dressed all in black attire, a button down and slacks from work you were assuming, except the top few buttons on his shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up. You could see the chain he was wearing around his neck under his shirt and the many rings he had. His dark framed glasses slid down on his nose so you were looking right at him, his dark curly hair hiding none of his face.

Your faux innocence faltered severely, causing a shy smile and a large blush to creep up on your cheeks as you broke eye contact and looked down at your shoes. You heard him chuckle slightly from in front of you and then finally raised your head back up to look at your father.

“So,” you said “what’s for dinner?”

“Steak dinner tonight Y/n, only the best when we have guests over!” He laughed heartily.

“Please, don’t go through trouble for me-“ Malcolm started

“Nonsense!” Your father interrupted. “We have to celebrate anyway, dear Y/n is starting her last year of classes before she is off to graduate school this week as well, it’s no trouble at all!”

“Congratulations!” Professor Malcolm said looking over at you again. “That’s a big achievement to make it this far.”

“Well thank you, Dr. Malcolm. I got my schedule today and I think you will be pleased to hear there may be a theoretical mathematics course on my roster. My father said he wanted to go over it with me anyways tonight.”

He looked you straight in the eyes again and your heart sped up. It was difficult to keep eye contact with him for a long time. He was a man that practically screamed intelligence and power, and for the first time in your life you couldn’t get enough of it. The magnetism alone took you completely by surprise.

“Well don’t just stand there! Dinner’s about ready, why don’t you go get your roster from your room and bring it down here for afterwards.” Your father suggested.

“Happy to, be right back.” You said and you swiftly exited the room.

You went to your room and grabbed the Manila envelope off of your bed. Y/N Y/L/N was printed in big bold letters on the front. You turned and exited your room to walk swiftly through the hallways back to the kitchen. You suddenly saw a shadow round the corner just before you bumped into it and jumped back, startled.

“I’m so sorry, truly, I.. uh.. apologize” You hear, realizing it’s only the professor you nearly walked into.

“No worries at all sir, I just got startled” You say with a breath of relief.

“No need to call me sir, Y/n. Dr. Malcolm is fine, but please just call me Ian, if you’re more uh comfortable with that.” He said with a smirk playing on his lips as he pushed his glasses up.

“Well Dr. Mal- sorry, Ian, thank you for coming.”

“Please is mine. Your father sent me to get wine glasses, do you uh know where those might be?” He asked, leaning against the wall he was next to.

“First cabinet down this hallway, there should be 3 perfectly clean glasses on the left.” You replied.

“Thank you, uh, very much”

You make your way to the kitchen and meet your father’s giddy smile.

“What do you think of him?” Your father says.

“He seems intelligent, good humor I suppose.” You put forward attempt a nonchalant tone. “He’s quite the personality”

“He may be your professor someday Y/n! Wouldn’t that be lovely!” You hear him giggle. Your father was always happy-go-lucky, but he always seemed especially happy when company came over.

“All good things I hope?” You hear from behind you.

You turn to face the voice that rattled you. You discover Ian leaning against the door frame with three glasses in his hands. His glasses slide down his nose and you look into his eyes through them, having to look up to be able to see his tall frame. He flashes you a wink when you linger on him a little too long and your face heats up wildly.

“Always” You hear your father say.

You take the glasses from him and set them on the counter next to the bottle of wine he brought over. You feel heat rise up from behind you as Ian reaches over you to grab the bottle of wine and uncork it. You have seriously never not been able to control your impulses and thoughts, but something about him breaks down every barrier.

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You get through the delicious dinner with nothing more than slight glances over the table and his occasional smirk. You got to discuss some theory with him, which was a great experience. Discussions of the major influences of current mathematics, difference in theoretical vs. practical statistics, other things you had been learning and studying for your many years of university.

You finally got to discuss the schedule for your next year of classes with your father, but he insisted that Dr. Malcolm stay to give you advice for your last semester. It wasn’t a horrible idea in concept, actually you would’ve normally appreciated the opportunity, but the man in question was driving you crazy and you couldn’t understand why. While him leaving meant you would probably never see him again so you could focus, you really wanted him to stay. No one had ever made you blush like he did and you wanted to get to the bottom of why, Even if it involved getting a drink or two with him.

“Euclidean Geometry with a Dr. Hack, Probability in Statistics III with a Dr. Brown, and-“ Your father paused “Application of Chaos Theory with our very own Dr. Ian Malcolm! What a coincidence!” You father beamed out with joy, lightly tapping you on the arm.

“Well you will be one of my most interesting, uh, students, Y/n.” He said, looking you in the eye. “I’ll be seeing more of you then?” He added, leaning in.

“Let’s see where it goes, Dr. Malcolm” You say, bolder than you meant which immediately causes you to shrink back. He gives you an all knowing smile, looking right through you.

For once, you were excited for school to start again.

Tags from the comments of the prompt post: @melonpire @datrie @druigswh0ree

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All of the fics from the Clone xReader Gift Exchange are up! If you missed some of the amazing fics written for this event, here is a list of them!! They are organized by character and are in alphabetical order by title. 

If you liked a story, consider reblogging it! Reblogs are a great way to show appreciation for an author’s work. reblogs to signal boost this list are greatly appreciated as well.

NSFW fics are strictly 18+ and are marked as such. 

Across the Stars by @wanderer-six (NSFW)

Somewhere to Start by @cioneo

The Way You Look Tonight by @miseries-mistress

Untitled by @mayonnaisepudding

Always by @writing-positivelyexisting

i told you not to follow me by @burningfieldof-clover

Sunshine by @moonlight-sonata99

Untitled by @techs-ass

don’t you know by @221bshrlocked (NSFW)

enough for you by @miaowshacat

Heart Made of Flesh by @dragonrider9905

Just in Time by @pizza-writes

Meeting the Family by @haven-is-happy

Not Just For Show by @ghostofskywalker

By Your Side Tonight by @toomanybandstocare

Challenge Accepted by @of-stardust-and-dreams

Open Your Eyes by @tecker

Crescendo by @wizardofrozz

Insidious Visions by @agenteliix

Let the Sun In by @exxasperatedauthor

The Escape by @chicknstripz

A Match Made in a Classroom by @melliejellybellybean

Begonias by @diviluscorner

Bleed For Love by anonymous (hosted on @staycalmandhugaclone)

Don't Be Afraid by @echos-girlfriend

Growing Into Love by @ladysongmaster

Jealous by @knightprincess

Personal Tastes by @l-lend

The Force Works in Mysterious Ways by @staycalmandhugaclone (NSFW)

Yours & Mine by @embeanwrites

Falling For You by @masterjedilenawrites

Born For This by @arctrooper69

Lucky by @snippy-tano

i remember... by @221bshrlocked (NSFW)

Into the Forest I Go by @fives-lover

it's always been you by @obixwan

It's Gonna be Fine? by @loving-the-cambridges

Just This Once, Everybody Lives by @l-lend

Precious Soul by @wizardmando

Slowly But Surely by @ghostofskywalker

This New Reality by @angelltheninth

Circumstance by @captainpains

Jogan Rolls For Two by @theunderscorekinginyellow (NSFW)

Logical by @photogirl894

Pretty Boy by @manofworm

Don't Let Me Go by @rainydaydream-gal18

Fine Line by @homie-one-kenobi

Pack Mentality by @corona-one

I Like You a Lot by @imarvelatthestars

[captainpains]

I Love You (Jesse x reader)

I am trying to get out of a writers block. This is for @toomanybandstocare for the song lyric gift excahnge set up by @cloneficgiftexchange. I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Song Lyrics: “I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you // I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you // No, I don’t want to fall in love // No, I don't want to fall in love // With you” (Wicked Game, Chris Isaak)

Warnings: gn reader, little angsty, breakups and makeups, swearing, alcohol consumption, can you tell I’ve never dated

~~~

Jesse stared into his drink sadly. He felt off, and he knew why.

Kix had told him not to break it off. That if he was happy in the relationship, he should keep it going. Regulations be damned.

Hardcase told him he was a fool to even consider ending something so good and so important to him. 

Even Fives called him stupid at the mention of this idea. 

But Jesse couldn’t do it. He saw how much stress he was causing you. It’s not like he could switch careers, and he didn’t want to cause you pain with how risky each battle was. So he chose to let you go. To break up with you before you would have to mourn his death.

You were rightfully upset when Jesse came over to your apartment and dumped you when it was supposed to be a regular date night. You argued with him when he gave his reasoning.

“Jesse! That is crazy.” You gave him a heartbroken look on your face.

“Well, I don’t want to hurt you.” Jesse replied. “I don’t want you to have to mourn me when I die in battle. You deserve to be happy...”

“That is a massive assumption to make. You don’t know that you’ll die.”

“You don’t know I'll survive.”

“I’m happy with you! Who are you to decide this for me?”

“Someone who doesn’t want to hurt you…”

“Yeah, and you're doing an amazing job of that!” You yelled, tears in your eyes.

Jesse walked out the door after that, leaving his entrance card on the table next to the door. He didn’t look back when he left. He couldn’t.

Because he knew this was a mistake.

Jesse took a drink from his glass. The alcohol burned his throat. He let out a sigh.

“Alright. That is the third time you sighed like that.” Rex interjected into his self loathing, sliding into the booth next to him. “What’s wrong?”

He was hesitant to answer. Rex was pretty strict on the rules, and he didn’t know how he would react. But Jesse was a horrible liar.

“I broke up with my partner.” He admitted to his captain.

Rex paused. He hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know much about Jesse’s relationship, only the little he’d learned from overhearing him talk about it with the other guys. But from what he’d heard, Jesse was very happy in his relationship. 

“Now I might not seem like I have a lot of experience with this. But you’d be surprised. What happened?” Rex asked.

“I don’t want to hurt ‘em. In this war, I don’t want to die but it may happen. And if it does, I don’t want to leave my partner alone to mourn me. I think that’s more than I deserve.”

“Did you talk about this with anyone?”

“Yes. I talked ta Fives, Hardcase, and Kix. They all told me I was crazy to end something so good, something that made me so happy.”

“Maybe you should have talked about it with your partner.” Rex suggested, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t know. I guess I thought ‘ey wouldn’t’ve understood where I was coming from.” Jesse snorted. “Fear of hurting someone is a hell of a feeling.”

“Were you both happy?” Rex pushed.

“Of course.”

“So why in hell did you end it? It seems to me that if everything was going great, there was no reason to break up.” His captain argued.

“It was the right thing to do! I didn’t want to hurt my partner’s feelings when I die!” Jesse took a swig of his drink. He then let out a grumble.

“So you hurt their feelings now…”

“It was for the best.”

“But is that what you wanted?” 

“It was for the best!” Jesse said through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah, it really sounds like it…” Rex said sarcastically. 

“Well, what would you have done, captain.”

“I would have been reasonable and talked to my damn partner about this. It’s obvious you both want to be together. So be an adult and talk to them!”

And that is how Jesse ended up standing at your door. He had always known it was a mistake to break your heart. He just needed someone to yell at him about it.

He knocked, yet there was no answer. He had expected this – he wouldn’t exactly open the door for a groveling boyfriend either. He knocked again and pressed his forehead against the door. He heard you on the other side and saw your shadow move from underneath the door.

“I’m so sorry. My brothers tried to talk me out of it. And I’m sorry that I’m stupid enough that I didn’t listen,” he started, fighting back tears. “I… I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you… and I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you. You are the light of my life, and I was stupid to try and end it. I was afraid of hurting you… But I ended up doing it anyway.”

Jesse wiped some tears with the back of his hand. Your shadow could still be seen under the door. That’s a good sign.

“When I met you, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you. No, I didn’t want to fall in love with you. My life is… short, shorter than yours and I was so afraid.  No, I don’t want to fall in love with you, because I couldn’t be more in love with you than I already am. But then it turned out to be amazing and the best thing that ever happened to me. And I am so sorry for hurting you.”

Jesse couldn’t hold back his tears. He actually sobbed and took in a shaky breath. That was one thing you always encouraged in him, the ability to cry and be vulnerable when the moment allowed for it.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to take me back. But I just want you to know that I love you.”

And with that he turned to walk away, feeling better that he’d managed to articulate his feelings. Even if you never wanted to see him again, at least he managed to say it out loud. 

Jesse heard a door open behind him. Then your arms were wrapped around him, gently squeezing his middle.

“I love you, too…” 

[starrylothcat]

hello friend!

could i request something angsty with comfort with Echo during TCW? maybe it's a citadel fix it where he went dark with no warning, and the two of you finally meet again when you're just about to leave to start new again.

Promise Kept

Echo x Reader One-Shot

Summary: You’re about to move on, leaving Coruscant and memories of Echo behind. A knock on your door changes everything.

Warnings: Post-Skako Minor Echo. Angst, sadness, insecurities. Comfort. Kissing. Happy/Bittersweet ending. 2,000ish words.

Author’s Note: Ahhh Echo…my sweet Echo! Thank you for this prompt @toomanybandstocare I’ve been wanting to write something about Echo for awhile. He deserves the world. ❤️ I hope you like it and thanks for reading!

Your apartment was almost empty. Moving containers were neatly stacked at the front door, with only a few personal items left to pack before your flight off-world two days from now.

It was time to move on.

Your apartment, this city, this planet, they all held too many ghosts.

Every morning when your eyes opened, there was hope he was still alive, that he was in bed next to you, ready to kiss your tears away.

Reality wasn’t far behind, always crashing over you when that split-second hope was ripped away, realizing you were alone and that he was gone. Dead.

You knew it was cowardly to run away, but your heart was heavy, your mind distracted by loss. You knew if you stayed on Coruscant any longer, you’d fade away, caught up in the past and what could have been.

A few weeks ago you requested a job transfer to a remote Republic outpost on a planet composed of small farming villages. The Separatists had recently razed the planet for natural resources, and they were desperate for help. You were assigned to a team dedicated to rebuilding and getting the community back on its feet.

Your job was how you met Echo, his squad assigned to you near the beginning of the war. You had supported The Republic with humanitarian aid, facilitating the setting up of refugee camps on the front lines. Your paths continued to cross, whether it was on the battlefield or on Coruscant, becoming closer each time. You were drawn to one another’s dedication to fighting for what was just, and helping those who couldn’t help themselves.

Eventually, you found yourself in his arms, his soft lips pressing to yours in an unsure first kiss, not knowing where this would lead the two of you. You continued to find one another though, your relationship and love growing stronger each time you could be together.

You lifted the last box of your belongings, setting it by the door as a lump grew in your throat. Tears clouded your vision as you remembered the last time you saw Echo, a memory that replayed in your mind every waking moment. It was what you thought of as you opened your eyes each morning, and the last thought you had before falling into a restless sleep, tears wetting your pillow.

Echo lay with you in your bed, holding you against him. The sun just coming up, light peeking through the curtains of your bedroom. Neither of you got much sleep the previous night, not wanting to waste one moment together.

Echo whispered sweet nothings in your ear as his warm hands roamed your body, his lips moving to leave featherlight kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

“I love you, mesh’la. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

You buried your face into his neck, hearing his gentle words, feeling his heartbeat against yours. You traced your hands over his taught muscle, having already memorized every dip and curve on his body.

“I love you, too.” You kissed him deeply, wishing you had more time. Echo had to leave soon, off to join General Kenobi and Skywalker to rescue a kidnapped Jedi.

“I’ll hold you to that promise, soldier.” You murmured, pulling your lips away from his always soft ones.

Echo nudged his nose against yours, closing his eyes. “I never break my promises.”

Echo let himself relax, getting lost in you. He wondered how he was so lucky to have you. Out of all the men in the Galaxy, out of all the men that shared his exact genetic makeup, you chose him.

At first, he didn’t know why.

You worked alongside ritzy Coruscant politicians and senators that could offer you stability and a real future. He was just another soldier, born to serve and fight, not knowing if his next mission will be his last. But he found you in his arms over and over again, and every time it was harder for him to let you go.

The regulations he had come to know by heart never prepared him for this.

You understood him, saw him for more than just a soldier, another face in millions. You made him think of a future where you could be together, where you could rest. It inspired him to fight harder.

“You’re pouting.” You chuckled, noticing Echo was lost in his thoughts.

He glanced at you, his pout turning into a small smile. “I never pout.”

You hummed as you brought him in for another long, loving kiss. “I’ll be waiting for you, always. You know that, right?” You whispered, staring into his honeyed as they tenderly gazed back at you.

“And I’ll come back to you, always.”

You took in a shaking breath, wiping tears from your face. You couldn’t wait to get off this planet to start anew, hoping with time, these memories would fade and you could heal, just a little bit.

You sat down on a small chair, one of the last remaining pieces of furniture in your apartment. You looked out the window, watching speeders and ships fly by, the sun beginning to set over the endless city.

A faint tap interrupted your thoughts, coming from your front door.

At first, you thought it was something outside, or someone knocking on a door down the hall. You turned your head toward the sound as a louder knock solidified the fact it was indeed coming from the other side.

You stood up, slowly striding over as another knock sounded.

“Hello?” You called. You weren’t expecting anyone.

There was a moment of silence.

“Hello?” You called again, wondering if it was just your imagination.

A voice, muffled and uncertain, uttered your name from behind the door.

The voice was familiar, a gentle cadence that could only belong to one person.

One person who was supposed to be dead.

Someone who shouldn’t be standing on the other side of your door.

You felt like the air was sucked right out of your lungs, immediately recognizing the voice.

You were trying to breathe, your voice barely a whisper, your chest feeling like it was about to collapse in on itself.

“E-Echo?”

You felt nauseous, wondering if this was a sick joke. Was this a nightmare, did you fall asleep in the chair? Will you open the door, and no one will be there?

Your stomach churned as you heard your name again, faint and insecure.

Bile rose in your throat, and blood rushed in your ears.

“Open the door, mesh’la. It’s me.”

Your hand shook as it hovered over the button, not knowing if you wanted to open the door or not.

You bit down on the side of your cheek, tasting blood as you tried to discern what was reality, seeing if you were indeed trapped in a nightmare.

You leaned against the door to steady yourself, inhaling ragged breaths. A million thoughts raced through your head, a million emotions bubbling to the surface as your hand slammed the button to open the door. You gripped the side of the doorframe to stop yourself from falling to the ground.

Whoever stood there, whether it was a delusion, a trick, or a hallucination, was wearing his armor, his helmet.

You couldn’t speak, your throat feeling like it was closing up.

Echo was standing there in front of you. Your legs shook as you stumbled backward, still not believing what you were seeing.

“E-Echo?” His name was a choked sob as he gingerly stepped into your apartment. You continued to stumble backward, your head spinning as you backed into a wall.

“It’s me…” His voice was trembling through his helmet. “I…I wasn’t sure if I should message you or…I figured coming in person was best…I’m here, mesh’la. I’m sorry, I can try to explain…”

You couldn’t formulate words, your body was in shock. Echo didn’t approach you further, seeing your distress. “Echo…I don’t understand…you were dead…they told me and…I…” Your vision was going blurry with tears, trying to process what was happening.

“T-take off your helmet, I need to see you.”

Echo nodded, swallowing thickly.

This is what he feared most.

Not you being angry at him showing up at your door, saying he’s alive after all this time. Not you having moved on, maybe even with a different man.

It was the look of disgust you would have when you saw him, what they did to him. Nonetheless, he had to come to see you, you deserved to know that he was alive, and he had to know that you were okay.

Echo raised his arms toward his helmet, hesitating. This is when you noticed he was missing his arm, and the cybernetics in his legs. “I’m…different.” He uttered, seeing you staring. “I’m not the same.”

“Please…Echo…” You took a step closer to him, your legs still shaking, tears dripping down your cheeks. “I need to see you. I don’t care.”

You watched as his shoulders fell, still hesitating to take off his bucket, preparing himself for the worst. He sighed, sliding it off his head, revealing his shaved head and ports in his skull. You were momentarily shocked at his sullen and pale appearance, not from disgust or fear, but from what he must have been through to come back to you.

These were all questions for later.

He looked different, yes. But it was undeniably him based on the look in his eyes. Maker, his eyes. Those eyes that used to look at you with so much fondness, loyalty, and love. Now they were swimming with sadness, fear, and uncertainty.

It was him, there was no doubt in your mind.

You launched yourself at him, Echo not knowing if you were coming at him for an attack or an embrace. Surprising him, it was the latter. You swung your arms around his neck, pulling him into you, sobbing his name over and over into his chest. His helmet clattered to the ground at the shock and impact of your embrace.

Too many emotions were threatening to explode out of you. Happiness, disbelief, shock, anger, everything. All you could do was cry. You spent so long thinking he was dead, your grief almost swallowing you alive every day. But he was here, breathing, real.

Your legs were weak again, desperately hanging on to him. Echo’s arm came around you, holding you in place, not knowing if he even deserved to touch you, keeping his scomp arm hanging at his side.

You stayed like that for a while, gripping him tightly, letting everything you’ve been keeping in for so long out, your body heaving with every sob of his name. He rested his chin on your head, wanting to say so much, tell you everything, but it was caught in his throat. He felt his tears swell at the corner of his eyes, hearing your cries knowing the torment you must have been carrying around with you since he was gone. He felt guilty.

Finally, you had no more tears left to cry. You steadied your breath, pulling away from his chest, looking up at him. He refused to meet your gaze, his expression grim.

“Echo, look at me.”

“I’m not who I used to be.” Echo’s voice was low. “I understand if you don’t-“

You didn't let him finish, crashing your lips against his, gripping the back of his head, putting everything you had into this kiss. All the sadness and loneliness lifting away from you, feeling his lips once again, hearing his voice. The same soft lips from your memories, what you dreamed about every single night.

Echo melted at your intense kiss, his insecurities forgotten momentarily as he felt your body against his, something real and whole. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you ever since he was torn from the machines, wondering if you’d still want him, if he could even find you.

You pulled away, gasping, your face still wet from the tears. You kissed him again, this time all over his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, everywhere you could get your lips. You wanted to show him that you still loved him, you didn’t care if he was different. He was still Echo, the man you loved.

His body was shaking against yours, wanting to touch you, show you how much he missed you. He couldn’t for fear of hurting you, waiting for you to recoil once you realized what he had become.

Broken. Unworthy. More machine than man.

“Echo, you’re still you. You’re alive.” You whispered between kisses. “Whatever happened…I’m just glad you’re with me. I love you no matter what.”

Now it was his turn to hold on to you tightly, wrapping both his arms around you, careful not to rib you with his scomp. He was still getting used to his new body.

“I love you.” He whispered, his voice trembling. “I never stopped loving you.” He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your fragrance. “You kept your promise.” You muttered. “You came back to me.” You looked up at him, gently caressing the side of his face. A faint smile ghosted at his lips, his expression softening, realizing you might not run away from him, after all.

“I told you I’d come back to you.” He leaned down toward you, pressing his forehead against yours, not wanting to let you go. “I never stopped loving you either, Echo.” He squeezed you tighter as you both stood there, embracing one another, your broken hearts healing with every passing second.

“You’re leaving.” He spoke finally, your empty apartment hadn’t gone unnoticed by him.

“I am…yeah. I thought…I had nothing left here.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster. “That I put you through this…”

“Echo…you don’t need to apologize for anything.” You leaned back from him, nodding toward your bedroom. “Lay down with me?” Echo felt panic rise his chest. The thought of being intimate with you and exposing his body was too much, even though he desperately wanted you.

You saw the panic in his eyes. “No! Not like that. I just want to…be with you. Is that okay?” Echo nodded, feeling relieved. He followed you into the bedroom. A familiar feeling washed over him, remembering the nights he would stay over. Sharing kisses, whispering loving confessions under the sheets, always wishing you had more time. It seemed like a lifetime ago. It was almost surreal, being back here, with you.

The room was devoid of all your personal belongings now, just the bed in the middle of the room. Things were going to be different from here on out, but maybe it was for the best. It was time for both of you to move on, together.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, Echo sitting next to you. You took his hand, entwining it with yours. He leaned against you, feeling the warmth of your hand on his, his heart threatening to explode.

You were still the same kind, gentle person you always were. The way you gazed at him…it was like nothing had changed. He felt whole. The anxiety in his chest lessened, becoming aware that you didn’t care how he looked. Echo leaned in, giving you a chaste kiss. “You’re leaving too, aren’t you?” You whispered against his lips.

He nodded. “There’s a squad…I’m heading out with soon.” Echo replied. You knew he couldn’t quit the soldier lifestyle, just like he knew you couldn't quit helping those in need. It was who you were, and why you loved one another. You laid backward, bringing Echo with you. You cuddled up against his side, your hand still in his. You both had so much you wanted to say, but there was time for that later. For now, you just wanted to hold one another.

“I’ll still keep my promise.” Echo mumbled against you, squeezing your hand. “I’ll always come back to you, mesh’la. Always.”

@wanderer-six

[ariadnes-red-thread]

hello hello!

i saw your tag game response and was so excited when i realized it was you!!

i just wanted pop over and tell you that i love your work! still working through your masterlist, but your jesse and rex oneshot had me in my feels and i still think about it.

very excited to see what you have in works! 🖤🕊 -Mythos

Hi Mythos!! You’re so sweet to send this ask ❤️ I loved that ask game and learning more about you! “A Hitchhiker’s Guide…” is an all time favorite

Thank you for giving my fics a chance! “Promise Me” was my first fic and it’s still got such a special place in my heart. I’ve had a couple of requests to turn it into an x reader series so that’s on my to-do list down the line. All my energy is really going into my Fives x OFC fic atm but I’m such a burst writer with x reader stuff, who knows when one will pop up (not me, that’s for sure lol)

This ask made my day! Hope you’re having a lovely one too 💕

[dragonrider9905]

It's Officially Christmas

Merry Christmas @toomanybandstocare!!!! I'm your secret santa for @ghostofskywalker's Life Day Exchange for the @cloneficgiftexchange! Ironically, it also works out for the @clonexreaderbingo because Cody was on my card as well as one you requested :D I really hope you like it. It wasn't quite how I wanted it, because I love love love expanding stories so they go one forever but I ran out of time. This is just a bit of fluff and happiness for the Christmas season!!! Hope you're having a good one!

Cody sighed with an exhale, rubbing circles on his forehead, just tracing the scar around his eye he had gotten during his active military duty. Highly decorated, Colonel “Commander” Cody of the Armed Forces was currently struggling to complete his college semester still holding onto his sanity intact. Christmas was close, which meant fun and freedom were just in sight.

And to be honest, he could use some. It had been quite some time since he’d felt either of those things. 

Just the previous year, he’d been discharged early from the military due to family hardships. His adoptive father, Ninety-Nine, had fallen seriously ill which resulted in much limited mobility and flagging health, though he was stubbornly holding on. Ninety-Nine was tough in his own way and not easily knocked down and never let his disabilities limit him. He honestly was one of Cody’s biggest heroes for just that fact alone. No one was more inspiring than Ninety-Nine. 

To top off the struggle, his half-brother, Fives, was killed in action, while his other half-brother, Echo, was seriously wounded. This had dampened (but not destroyed) Ninety-nine’s spirits which slowed his healing. Cody had come back to take care of the family broken by loss.

The family. 

And what a family it was: a mix-matched group of boys and a sickly older man but they belonged together. 

Ninety-nine had taken care of all the Fett boys in some way or another after they’d been abandoned by their father Jango. He’d been the one to find Plo Koon who fostered and eventually adopted Wolffe, Sinker and Boost—but he’d raised under his own roof a rowdy bunch which included himself, Rex, Fives, Echo, and the Quadruplets (Cody didn’t know if technically Se or Fett was more accurate for them) soon nicknamed ‘the bad batch’.

And it was these that Cody called family. Home. It wouldn’t be complete totally again, but they could heal — and he’d do whatever he could, nay, he wouldn’t rest, until they did.

More than anything Cody wanted to take care of Ninety-nine, especially in the beginning. And that he did, but because Cody was an overachiever—he’d signed up for college classes as well. Then he added a job on the side to match; a small part of him regretted it. It was getting to be a lot, but joining the military right out of high school wasn’t easy either, so if he could make it then, he could do this now, he reasoned. 

That was a year ago now, and Ninety-Nine was finally on the mend. 

This year would be special, since everyone—well almost everyone—was going to be home. The first year since they’d all left, that they’d be back. 

They’d be back. Home, and together again.

Like they should be.

Echo was finally released from the hospital, healing from his extensive injuries and adjusting to his prothstetics, and the quadruplets’ tour was finally over. Though none of them were injured, it wasn’t without repercussions either.   

“Hurry up, Cody, or we’ll be late!” a shout broke him from his musings. “And don’t forget the basket!”

The Fetts were on their way to a dance—a Christmas dance—hosted by their longtime family friends the Jetti’s, and there was going to be an auction for charity, sleigh rides, and everything, as they did every year. Ninety-Nine insisted on bringing something to join the auction every year and this was no exception. Even when they couldn’t make it to the dances, Ninety-Nine was giving something.  

Cody wasn’t much of a dancer. He never cared to go to them much. But for some reason he was really looking forward to it this year. Perhaps because it was Christmas, and magic had a way of creeping into people’s ordinary lives, transforming into something beautiful and new. 

And it was this Christmas hope that kindled something warm inside his heart, and excitement. 

— — — — — 

The room was alive with flashes of color and the sound of music, laughing and cheering. The pitter pattering of feet was just as loud as the happiness of those in the room excitedly making known to each other through various conversations and well wishes. Quick steps made their own rhythm and stories which echoed off the dance floor. 

It was at this moment you felt beautiful, standing under the Christmas lights and bathing in the general glee and spirit of the room. Your throat squeezed as if holding in a laugh and a smile pulled at your lips so much your mouth hurt, but in a good way. The Christmas magic worked its way through your veins. The tingling of invincible tinsel tickled your fingertips, an energy flowing through you which was contagious. Smiles you sent to others were easily returned and frowns turned upside down. 

It was at this particular moment, the Fett family walked in. 

The name wouldn’t have meant much to you in normal circumstances. Why would that name stick out among so many others who were there? 

But you had a reason for knowing it, and his name was Cody. 

You saw him leading his train of brothers in through the door, guiding the old man by the arm. He flashed his charming smile to the host and exchanged hands. 

The music started up again and your sister grabbed your hand, dragging you into the ring or people forming a group dance with interchanging partners. You had to focus, otherwise you’d lose your step. 

It was only two seconds, but in those two, the entire Fett family was dispersed throughout the room and you lost all track of where Cody had gone. 

— — — 

Moving lithley, you kept up with the music and the people twirling and leaping around you. The dance went in a circular motion and patterns were interchanged. You clapped and danced and laughed along with everyone else, pushing yourself to go faster and faster as the song was ending.

Twirling and twirling you finished with a bang.

You looked up and saw you were in Cody’s arms, who looked just as shocked as you did to see you there. 

Then he froze there, mouth slightly agape. His eyes danced across your face and his slight panting may have been more than just catching his breath from the dance. He swallowed nervously.

“Um, hello.” He stuttered nervously.

“Hello yourself,” you smiled  back reassuringly, “nice to run into you.”

Cody chuckled a little at that, then a silence fell between the two of you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare! It’s just...you look so beautiful underneath the holiday lights.” 

You chuckled at his embarrassed realization. Cody turned pink and looked like he wanted to cave in on himself, which you had to say was really adorable and made you laugh harder. The thought of the brave warrior being startled into a stuttering school boy because of you.

The sound of your laughter filled the air with a contagious glint of mirth. Soon, Cody found himself laughing too. 

The music started up again and people took their places all around the two of you. 

“Would you, um, care to go again?” he asked, holding out his hand. 

“Gladly!” 

Not just one song but two that soon turned into three. When you were tired, you headed off to the corner to drink hot cocoa and watch the others. You were so caught up in talking to each other that you hadn’t realized that the time ran late into the night. It was near midnight when you sighed and looked at your watch. 

“Well, I’ll see you around.” You finally said a little sadly. Just because Christmas was around the corner didn’t mean all the work was done. You had one more paper to write before you were free. 

“I hope so!” He responded genuinely which just made you laugh again.

“Oh you definitely will. I sit two rows behind you and three seats to your left in class.” 

Cody gawked. 

You couldn’t have?! He’d surely have noticed you?!

“I even asked you for notes once. And, you also asked me for notes once too.”

His mind was racing, trying to think back to those times to verify the claims with his memory. 

You chuckled lightly. 

“I don’t expect you to remember though. You were always very preoccupied, with good reason. Your cousin, Waxer, told me the whole story.”

Big mouth Waxer. Could have counted on him to blab the whole story to everyone (though in this case Cody was grateful he did, not that he would admit that.)

“I have to say, I would have done anything for you. You had to just give me a chance.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to be so drastic, darling,” he smirked, “I’m here now, and I’m all yours. After class tomorrow, would you want to go skating?”

"It's a date!"

Now, it was officially Christmas.

[staygoldwriting]

my dear

how would the bois (tm) - Argyle, Eddie, Steve, and Johnathan - try to help ease your anxiety and nerves about starting a new job when you are a mess of emotions

totally not self projecting myself pfffft in need of your fluffyness pffft no just curious 🥺🥲😖

Oh, my sweet bestie!! May I say you are going to crush it tomorrow, I am confident!! 💕 But, let’s nonetheless consult the boys™️

- Argyle would definitely comfort you with food! He would probably offer to make a pizza with you, and I’m sure he’s got some tea mix that’s been passed on for a few generations that helps calm nerves. I also think he’s the type to have a lucky trinket of some sort, and you would 100% be walking into your job with it in your hand!! It would be a way to bring you luck (which he says you totally wouldn’t need, but it never hurts), and then it’s a way for him to be there with you too!

What I think he’d say:

“You’re my new lucky charm, so I guess this backup will have to do.”

- Eddie would probably be a nervous wreck, if we’re being honest! But that would make him ensure EVERYTHING was perfect before your first day! You’d see him ironing your clothes for the next day, making sure your shoes don’t have scuffs, he’d make sure you knew exactly how you wanted your hair and makeup would be, and he’d volunteer to test out looks for you. The morning of, he’d have a hot beverage ready to go for you, and he’d give you a big hug to relieve your stress right before you left!

What I think he’d say:

“Okay, are you sure you’ve got everything? Of course you do, you’re the best, you’re going to do amazingly, I’m just the one who’s nervous, but that doesn’t mean you should be nervous because you’re the best!”

- Steve… my man Steve… mama Steve… he would buy you everything you could possibly need. He’d buy you plenty of outfits, buy you new office supplies, and he’d make sure that included a framed picture of the two of you! He’d aim for professionalism, but then throw in some fun elements, like a brightly colored stapler or shoes. He would make you a “breakfast of champions” in the morning and then drive you to work himself to make sure you got there okay. He’d pack you a lunch ;with a note of course), and then he’d give you a big kiss on the forehead before you left!

What I think he’d say:

“You’ve got this! I know you’re going to make me and yourself proud! Don’t ever forget how much I love you!”

- Johnathan would be subtle because he’d know the quickest that you were in need. He definitely sees small indications that you’re nervous, so he would probably do research on the company, the boss, employees, etc., and ask around for you to find out how you could be most successful. He’d take small notes here and there, and when you felt comfortable finally sharing your anxiety, he’d bring his notes out and talk everything over with you that he’d learned. He’d offer to meet you for lunch your first day so you could have an hour or so to decompress, and he’d make sure you got some sunshine.

What I think he’d say:

“Take this journal with you on your first day if you’d like… in addition to notes on the job, there are random sentences of encouragements I wrote down each time I thought about how strong you are.”

I’m sending you so much love and support, bestie!! I know you’re going to do amazingly tomorrow, and know that we’ve all got your back!! ❤️❤️❤️

[clonexreaderbingo]

clone xreader bingo has now officially drawn to a close, and there was so much amazing content that was created for it. some writers also posted to ao3, so here’s a link to the collection if you want to check that out too.

some of the participants have put together a list of all their creations, so you have another chance to check everything out and show it some love! reblogs to signal boost this list are greatly appreciated :)

all usernames are listed in alphabetical order. 

@221bshrlocked - masterlist

@captainpains - masterlist

@chicknstripz - masterlist

@dragonrider9905 - masterlist

@flyiingsly - masterlist

@ghostofskywalker - masterlist

@imarvelatthestars - masterlist

@l-lend - masterlist

@ladyzirkonia - masterlist

@photogirl894 - masterlist

@rinwritesfics - masterlist

@sunshinesdaydream - masterlist

@techs-stitches - masterlist

@the-bad-batch-baroness - masterlist

@the-rain-on-kamino - masterlist

@toomanybandstocare - masterlist

i have linked the original post of each participant's masterlist rather than my reblog, so any updates/additions made to individual masterlists should be available through this link for the future.

while i don't reblog any more individual prompt fills after this point, i do still reblog event masterlists and will update this post should anyone want to post theirs at a later date. however, my notifications for this blog will be turned off completely on january 15, 2024. if you want to get your work added to the masterlist and it's past that date, reach out to me on my personal blog @ghostofskywalker!

[staygoldwriting]

I can't wait to read this!!! 💙

hi friend! so excited for this exchange. could I request a kix x reader where the reader finds out about him going MIA from the stasis, already established relationship? thank you <3

{Come Home to Me}

Program: Kix always keeps his promises to you, especially when he says he'll come home. Never once has he left you feeling uneasy about your relationship, yet something makes you hold onto him longer one morning when he needs to leave for deployment. Only for his ori'vod to return to your home with shattering news.

Pairing: Kix x GN! Reader, established relationship

Side Pairing: Rex & GN! Reader, platonic

Genre: Fluff -> Angst

Length: 998w (seeee? I can keep to a word limit hehe)

Warnings: Pet names (Cy'are & Cy'arika), Bye bye Kix, Probs not accurate to stasis arc but in my defense i haven't seen it yet

Counselor Notes: Requested by my lovely friend @ahsokastechie <3 So happy to do this lil fic swap with you. BUT ALSO THIS GIF OF HIM IS SO SOFT IM SOBBING AND YELLING INTO MY PILLOW.

Camp Resolute's Masterlist

Camper Tags: @staygoldwriting @wizardofrozz (cause ik you love our boy)

A cool chill settles across your body as a warm glow begins to illuminate Courescant’s skyline. Gentle kisses trail across your cheekbone as wandering hands pull you closer into your lover’s chest. Your hands run across Kix’s bare chest, and a soft sigh falls from the man’s lips. His breath tickles your skin, and he presses his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t go,” you plead.

Kix’s heart shatters. His arms squeeze you tighter. Already awake for some time now, Kix wanted to spend his remaining hours hidden from the galaxy, tucked away at home with the love of his life. His breath shudders, and he rests his forehead on yours. “As long as I have a home to return to,” Kix says and looks softly into your eyes, “nothing will keep me away from you. There is never a moment I don’t search for comfort in a memory we have created together. We have a lifetime to foster our love and start our family. As long as my heart beats, it will beat for you”.

Meeting his golden gaze, you breath hitches. Mere moments from returning to war, Kix lays beside you with an adoring gaze as the sunrises outside the window behind him. You reach out to hold his cheek in one palm, and your heart swells as he leans into your gentle touch to then press a kiss to the inside of your wrist. Kix takes hold of your hand and keeps them connected above your hearts.

“You’ll always have a home with me, Kix,” you promise. “There’s only one person I imagine waking up beside every morning. One person who I dream of every night to keep me company even when we’re systems apart. Know that when you leave, you take my entire heart with you, because it belongs to no one else”.

Neither of you know who shed the first tear, but you take your hand from his to carefully wipe away the few he shares with you just as he reaches to do the same. Bodies and souls forever connected since the moment your gazes met. Anyone who witnesses your shared, tender love recognizes the two of you as soulmates. 

After a few more moments of peace, Kix finally braves what’s beyond his safe place. Pulling away from your embrace, Kix’s heart lurches as you continue to hold onto him. He presses a lingering kiss to your temple and eases your hands to hold onto his pillow. Kix leaves your shared bedroom, and he quickly runs through the shower. He takes the time to mentally prepare himself and shake off the uneasy feeling churning inside him as he uses your body wash to relax. 

It’s only what seems like seconds after he stepped out of bed that you pad quietly behind Kix to the apartment’s entryway. Your bodies find eachother once more as the two of you hug each other, neither wanting to be the first to pull away. Your well-loved sleep shirt catches on his well-worn blue armor as the pair of you sway.

“I’ll be back before you can even miss me,” Kix reassures you. He presses a soft kiss to your lips that’s followed by another. A few more quick kisses soon follow after that make you laugh.

When he grabs his helmet from the entry table and takes the step away towards the door, a cold wave of uncertainty washes over you. “I miss you,” you weakly laugh with tears threatening to fall.

Kix, with a similar expression, smiles sadly: “I’ll be home soon, cy’arika, and we’ll be able to celebrate our anniversary”.

“I’ll count down the days, love. Stay safe and come home, Kix”. 

“I promise”.

As the door slides shut, you wrap your arms around yourself unable to shake off the sinking feeling overcoming you.

Nothing out of the ordinary stopped you from entering or exiting through that door in the cycles to come. You went about your life the best you could, even with the gnawing unease. Friends came and went to hang out nights in. Family popped in and out to check in with you. 

Until the day you open the door, ready to go shopping to prepare for your anniversary, and you nearly run into Captain Rex who stands with his bucket securely at his side with his hand ready to knock.

Everything stands still as you stare at your boyfriend’s commanding officer. The air wraps around you in a thick blanket, and your knees wobble. “He’s not dead,” you seethe. Yet, you weren’t angry. How could you be angry at the man who looks at you with an understanding expression.

Rex’s heart breaks while he watches you bravely face what you thought was your worst fear. He presses his lips in a firm line and thinks of what to tell you. Orders came through to share what would be easiest to hear. Even the general is concerned about how the 501st’s sweetheart would handle the news, and he thought it better to give closure. Standing before you and bearing witness to a side only shared with his brother, Rex steps towards you and rests his helmet on the entry table. 

“We don’t know,” Rex softly admits. 

“You have lists,” you quickly deflect, “of every fallen brother. Kix will not become just a name on some casualty count. He won't become another number. He’s coming home”. Your voice shakes as you try to hold onto reality. 

Rex shuts his eyes tight for a moment, “Kix has gone missing in action, cy’are”.

When he opens his eyes, Rex witnesses you break before him. He quickly takes you into his arms and holds you close as you beat your fist down on his faded, blue armor. Your sobs drown Rex’s soft condolences and promises to do whatever he can to support you.

You can only think of how that was Kix’s vow to you while his ori’vod holds you close to his chest.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Favourite Star Wars fic?

Oh dear, dear, this is a toughie ;/////////////////;

These are just some and are not in at all order except for the first three because those ones are very close to heart. Give them a read and a follow ♥ You wouldn't be disappointed!

I haven't read many yet since I stopped doing binge reads due to my eyes, but I might get in on that train again soon ♥

Name and Soul by Decepticonsensual will takes the lead because oh my god did this fuck me up in more ways than one with fluff and angst. It's in complete, but I will die on the hill this fic was written on.

Sheep Song by @syn0vial takes second because I need this in my life, okay? Psych horror between current and young Boba with Jango in the mix full of the unknown? Beautifully written that it takes you to the same journey as Boba's.

White All Over by @padmestrilogy is a fic/blog I came across by accident and nearly paid no mind because there was just one post or like not even a full page at the time. This is by far an in-depth POV fic from Jango's eyes mid-clone creation. All applause for this fic.

The Tiniest Councilor by Quiet_Shadow is one I read almost so many damn times because of how cute and fluffy it is. This is my ultimate comfort fic because Plo plus younglings while in a council meeting is more than enough to give comfort to my constantly bleeding heart.

Finish What You Start by @sinisterexaggerator I don't think I need to explain why I love this so much but Hondo silly dancing before you some really saucy stuff and him being overly all perfect and portrayed with such precision? B L I S S, I tell you.

Sovereign by @tits-fisto fills my stupid PloKitHeart with so much contentment and satisfaction, I have not read anything better in terms of PloKit fics. Sovereign is indeed Sovereign.

You Came, You Called by @toomanybandstocare is a fic very close to heart and is very personal to me. If you need comfort in times of dealing with really heavy shit, read this.

Nightshift by @wolffegirlsunite is the fic that broke me so damn much I literally wept for days to weeks because this is just pure, unadulterated, lost-love angst that has been my death. Still my favorite Fox x Reader fic of all time. All. Time.

The Merc and the Moon by @eyecandyeoz Darth Fett is my hidden ship that I am still so beyond grateful to have been accepted, embraced, and materialized with such glorious, glorious manner of writing and art that I am ready to just die for Candy (author), really.

Boba Has Baby’s First Identity Crisis & Jango Plays Hungry Hungry Hypocrite by @yellowocaballero This is such a fun shit!boy Boba read that if you're ever having a bad day, please. Do yourself a favor and read this because this has me on a wholesome hold ♥

The Hype by @blueink-bluesoul I'm not even gonna say something about this because I delayed this for so long because the sheer amount of FILTH in this fic is gonna make you thirstier than a bitch in a desert <: But I just wanna also say the skill on now making this fic cluttered with so many characters just blows my mind. And the amount of dick pleasure in this fic is enough to serve as balm to a weary soul.

[Ploffe] Plo Koon & Wolffe Friendship Fic by @wild-karrde is another comfort fic of mine that is s wholesome and such a warm read every time I go through my bookmarks of 'in case to read for duchii depresso' ♥