#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration
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Howdy! 🤠
Super excited for this follower event! I loved reading the last event’s masterpieces, and I can’t wait for the ones produced from this event! 💕
For my request, could I get Wrecker with Tanzanite in the fall? It’s the perfect day for a cute fall date and they have so much planned, but fem!reader’s period comes early and very painfully. She tries to hide it and keep the date going, but Wrecker notices and changes their plans to make it more comfortable for her. Thanks!
A Change Of Pace
Summary: You have a date with Wrecker, a date you’ve been looking forward to for weeks. And, when your period comes early, you’re determined to make the date happen in spite of your pain.
Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Word Count: 765
Prompt: Tanzanite - Perceptive Love
Warnings: period talk
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Hihi! Sorry this took so long! This ask kept becoming invisible in my askbox. Apparently it's a thing that happens if you have more than a certain number of asks. I hope you like it~
You grit your teeth as a sharp stab of pain makes you want to double over.
It figures.
Isn’t this how it always happens? You look forward to something, and your period decides to arrive early.
You blindly take some pain medicine, and exhale slowly to try and ignore your pain.
This date with Wrecker has been planned for weeks. You are not going to let a little pain get in the way of having fun with the man you’ve been crushing on for even longer.
You quickly make sure that you’re presentable, which doesn’t take half as long as you thought it might, and you just step out of your bedroom when there’s a knock at your apartment door.
A quiet curse falls from your lips as there’s another sharp stab of pain, but you ignore it with the ease of someone who’s been dealing with these types of cramps for the large majority of your life, and you hurry over to the door.
A blinding smile crosses your face when you see the man standing there. He looks kind of sheepish, and is rubbing the back of his neck, but he looks genuinely thrilled to see you.
“Wrecker! Welcome back!” You move to the side to let him in your apartment.
“Thanks,” He steps into your apartment, his gaze sliding from one side of the room to the other, “Was worried that we weren’t going to get back in time.”
“Oh?”
“Tech broke something on the ship,” Wrecker replies lightly, it’s a lie, you’re sure. He doesn’t like telling you about the realities of war, having claimed, on more than one occasion, that you are his pretty oasis away from the war.
“Well,” You reply with a light smile, “I hope he fixed it.”
His gaze lands on you, finally, and a broad smile crosses his face. “Course, he always does.”
“Good,” You step around him, “I’m almost ready to go. If you give me about 15 minutes, we can head out to the Fair.”
“Looking forward to it,” Wrecker follows you into the living room and drops on the couch, “And you’re sure they’ll let me in?”
“Yeah, of course. I mean, they might not want you to do any of the games, but they’re all rigged anyway, so-” You grin, though it fades as another sharp pain makes you inhale sharply.
You hoped that you were subtle enough that Wrecker wouldn’t notice, but no such luck.
“Are you alright, angel?”
“I’m fine, honest.”
He stares at you thoughtfully, taking in the way you’re holding yourself, and the way you’re trying to keep yourself from curling in on yourself, and his eyes narrow, “You’re in pain.”
“It’s normal.”
He pauses, “Your lady time,” Wrecker gets to his feet and walks over to you, “How can I help?”
You lift your chin, “We’ve had this date planned for weeks, Wreck. I’m not going to let a little pain stop me-” A particularly strong cramp has a string of curses falling from your lips in Ryl as you nearly bend in two, and Wrecker’s hands settle on your shoulders.
“You know,” His voice is light, conversational, “I’m kind of exhausted, it was a long trip from the outer rim. How about we put off the fair for a day?”
You hesitate, “Well, if you’re exhausted-” You finally say slowly, well aware that he’s lying to you to make you feel better about having to cancel your plans for the day. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”
He flashes a small smile at you and smoothes his hand over your hair, “We’ll both have more fun when you’re not doubled over in pain.” He says, very logically, “Now, how can I help?”
“Can you find my heating pad while I change into something looser?”
“Absolutely.”
Less than fifteen minutes later, you’re curled up on top of Wrecker, your heating pad squished between your bodies as you watch a movie together. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head and presses his hand against the small of your back, “Better?”
You just sigh, “I hope I don’t bleed on you.”
Wrecker laughs, “Ah, angel. Don’t you worry about that. If you do, it’s just a little blood. Not a problem to me.”
You shift and look at him, “You’re the best, Wrecker.”
“Oh, I know.” He grins at you, “But you make me better, angel.”
You flush and press your face against his chest, “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”
And he grins, “Well that is the plan, angel.”
#star wars#tbb#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb wrecker x reader#wrecker x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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could I ask for Tanzanite with Atin for your followers event? Maybe about how theyre both on the quiet side but know each other well enough to pick up on what the other is thinking or feeling without having to say anything.. Thank you!
What It Means To Love
Summary: You’ve always been on the quiet side, preferring to listen, rather than to talk. Luckily, Atin refuses to let you diminish yourself for the sake of others.
Pairing: Atin Skirata x F!Reader
Word Count: 760
Prompt: Tanzanite - Perceptive Love
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted.
You enjoy spending time with your old friends from college.
You do.
Somehow you’ve managed to keep your friendship with them through college and then continued afterward when you all became actual adults.
But sometimes, just sometimes, you feel like maybe they’re not as good friends to you as you like to think.
Like now. When they’re making plans and are kind of…forcing the plans on you. You don’t have the time to go on this trip with them to Naboo, you have way too much work to do, plus you know your friends, and you know that their plans likely involve you taking care of their kids while they go drinking.
But every time you open your mouth to say something, you get talked over.
You’re beginning to think that they think that if they just don’t let you talk, then you’ll have to come on the trip with them.
Panicked, you turn your gaze to Atin, who’s leaning against the counter listening to the conversation with a scowl on his face that’s slowly becoming more and more severe. He catches the look on your face, and he straightens, and sets his styrofoam cup on the counter.
“You realize that she can’t go, right?” He interrupts the conversation.
Your friends turn to look at him, “What, you’re not going to let her?” The ringleader of the group demands snottily.
Atin picks his cup back up and takes a sip of his caf, looking bored out of his mind, “No. But because I actually listen when she talks, I know that she has a massive meeting taking place over the week that you’re planning for your trip. Which means she’s not going to be able to watch your…precious angels,” there’s something odd in his voice when he says that, “When you go to the spring festival on Naboo.”
“That’s not fair!” Your friends turn accusing glares on you, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I tried, you kept talking over me-”
You might as well be talking to a brick wall for all the impact your words have.
“You’re content spending the spring here?” Your oldest friend asks, oldest in the sense that she’s nearly 20 years older than the rest of the women in the room, “With him?”
You tilt your head and your gaze drifts to Atin, his expression is carefully blank. It’s a familiar look. One that he adopts whenever people make comments about him.
And people do make comments about him.
You silently push your chair back and get to your feet, “Atin? Are you ready to go?”
His gaze lands on your face, and a small smile lifts his lips, “After you, cyare.”
You wait for him to walk over to you, and then the pair of you leave the apartment. Atin leads you down the stairs and as soon as you’re outside properly, he takes your hand in his, “You didn’t have to do that, cyar’ika.” He says lightly as he brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles.
“Her tone bothered you.” You reply, “And me.”
“I’m used to it.”
You frown at him, “That doesn’t make it better, Atin.” You bump his shoulder, “Thanks. For speaking up for me.”
“Yeah, well…it was obvious that you weren’t going to do it.” He releases your hand and drapes his arm over your shoulder, “You need better friends.”
“I have better friends. I have you.”
“Oh? Is all we are? Friends?” He grins at you, “Cause I definitely don’t kiss my friends the way that I kiss you.”
You roll your eyes, “You’re my best friend and the love of my life. There, better?”
“Mm, much.” He lightly tugs you to the side, and bumps his forehead against yours, “I hope you know that you’re my best friend and the love of my life too.”
“Well, it’s not like you’ve ever been shy about that.” You tease lightly.
“Yeah, well…my brothers deserve to have you shoved in their faces.”
You giggle, “I’m sure that they don’t.”
He just grins and plucks a recently bloomed flower from where it’s coiled around a fence, and tucks it behind your ear, “There, a flower almost as pretty as you.”
You duck your head shyly, “Thank you.”
Atin’s grin grows, and he lightly taps your chin to lift your head, before he leans in and brushes his lips against yours once, twice. And then he catches your lips in a proper kiss.
And, really, how can you do anything other than lose yourself in him.
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#atin skirata x reader#atin x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Congrats for youe milestone!!! This could sould weird but could I ask for sapphire love with crosshair and jedi reader... from the point of view of the happy batch? (Like they love reader and cross and how they saw blossom and grew the relayionship?)
Love Is A Choice
Summary: Omega watches Crosshair fall in love.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x Jedi F!Reader, though the eyes of Omega and Echo
Word Count: 705
Prompt: Sapphire - Wise Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Alright, so I think I understand what you were asking, but following their whole relationship in under 1000 words would have been...impossible. So I hope this is close to what you wanted. Also, with both Omega and the Reader being female, there's a lot of "her" and "she" in this. Sorry.
Omega sits on the stone wall, absently twisting an orange leaf that had fallen from a tree between her fingers, as she watches Crosshair and his girlfriend, the former Jedi General of Clone Force 99.
Omega’s been watching their relationship for a while. From the time it started in the spring, all throughout the summer months, and now, in the autumn, they seem closer than ever.
It’s weird. Their relationship.
The Jedi is amazing. She’s kind and caring and has accepted all of Omega’s brothers into her life as though they’ve always been there, and maybe they have. Hunter did mention that she’s known them for a while, after all. And while Omega loves Crosshair, and she does, she doesn’t understand. He’s so snippy, all of the time.
And their jedi will just smile at him and continue the conversation as though he hadn’t just been rude to her.
If Omega did that, Hunter would have her head! Assuming that Echo didn’t get there first.
“Credit for your thoughts, Omega?” Echo asks as he hops up onto the stone wall next to her. “You’ve been staring at Cross and the General for a hot minute after all.”
Omega frowns, “I don’t get it.” She finally admits, as she watches the older woman lean into Crosshair’s space, her hands folded behind her back. And Omega’s frown deepens when Crosshair says something and places his hand on her face and pushes her away, only for her to laugh and lean back into his space, “He’s…so mean to her.”
Echo glances at the pair, a small grin playing on his lips, “Is that what you see?”
Omega turns her gaze to her brother, “Is that not what you see?” She demands.
He laughs and drapes his scomp over her shoulder, tugging her into his side, “Watch them, Omega. What do you see?”
She sighs and turns her gaze back to the pair on the other side of the yard. Crosshair’s hands are shoves in his pocket, while she seems to be smoothing his shirt. He says something to her, and she laughs before lightly plucking his toothpick from his mouth.
“Two people having a conversation.” Omega says with a sigh.
“She’s flirting with him, and he’s not only letting her, he’s flirting back.” Echo corrects.
“What? How can you tell?”
“He hasn’t taken his eyes off her face. He keeps pushing his hand through his hair. He let her take his toothpick-” Echo lists, “She’s a bit more obvious. Laughing at his jokes, playing with his clothes-”
“But…they’re already dating.” Omega replies.
“Flirting doesn’t stop just because you’re already dating, Omega.” He sounds amused, “You’ll understand when you’re older. Maybe.”
“I still don’t understand.” Omega grumbles.
“Let me ask you a question,” Echo says lightly, a small smile lifting his lips as he watches Crosshair tug on one of her ringlets, “Is love a feeling or a choice?”
“It’s a feeling,” Omega replies instantly.
Echo glances at her, “Are you sure?”
“I…well, I was.” She says with a frown, “Is it not a feeling?”
His smile is gentle, “Love is something you feel here,” He lightly taps his heart, “But you choose here.” He taps his temple.
“That makes even less sense.”
He laughs, and tugs on her ponytail, “It will, someday.” Omega scowls and smacks his hand away from her hair, “Just know, Omega,” He continues as he drops his hand, “Crosshair is choosing her. Everyday he wakes up and he chooses to love her. But she is doing the same thing.”
Omega casts her gaze back to the pair, at some point Crosshair has draped his arm around her waist and she’s leaning into him, “So…you think that they’re happy?”
Echo glances at his brother and at the woman who, hopefully, he’ll be able to call sister sooner rather than later, and a smile crosses his lips as she tugs Crosshair out of the yard and towards the street, her free hand gesturing to the trees that have been painted in reds, oranges, and yellows.
“I think that they’ve never been happier.” Echo confirms.
“Oh.” Omega is quiet for a moment, and then she smiles, “I still don’t get it. But I’m glad that they’re happy.”
#star wars#tbb#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb crosshair x reader#crosshair x reader#tbb omega#tbb echo#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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hello!!! i would like to request something for the follower event please! i would like to request aquamarine with wrecker in fall please! i also want wrecker to be emotionally intelligent please! i feel like it’s something that’s very underrated abt him.
i was thinking about something where the reader is the medic to the bad batch, who has been recently heartbroken so horribly by an ex that she’s given up on love entirely. then wrecker comes along being his lovable, caring, and joyous self and the reader can feel herself falling for him. but because of her history with love, she tries to close herself off from him.
wrecker, who has been falling in love with the reader, can see that something is wrong, and tries to help but receives a cold shoulder. eventually wrecker confesses his feelings for the reader, and the reader tells wrecker that she feels the same but is scared about getting hurt again. wrecker reassures her that he is not going to break her heart, and tells her that love is about taking a leap of faith.
so the reader takes that leap of faith and it ends with the reader and wrecker having their first kiss!
absolutely no rush to get this finished btw! thank you so much, and i hope you have a wonderful day/night!!
I Can Fix That
Summary: Wrecker knows that the pretty Doctor has sworn off love. She’s never been shy about that, or about how awfully her ex treated her. But, he’s pretty sure that he can fix this.
Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Word Count: 652
Prompts: Aquamarine - Healing Love
Warnings: Implications of a previous abusive relationship, though there's no details
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I needed to come up with a good idea, and I think I finally found one. Also, I couldn't add in all of the details, due to my self-imposed word limit, but the implications are there.
“You need some help, Doc?” Wrecker asks with a grin as he knocks on the door to the medbay on the Marauder, “I’ve got nothing to do and Hunter told me to make myself useful.”
She frowns at him, though Wrecker can tell it’s not because she’s annoyed with him, so much as the situation, “I’m actually all set here, Wrecker. So long as no one gets hurt, it’ll stay that way.”
“Well, you know what Tech is like.”
She pauses, and then makes a face and turns to pull some bandages out from over the sink, “Honestly, for such a smart man you’d think that he’d be able to pay more attention.”
Wrecker grins, “He does pay attention. To his project.”
“You’re not helping.”
He laughs, “Sorry, sorry.” He settles on one of the chairs and stretches his legs out, “In any event, as soon as Tech finishes the repairs we can get out of here. I’m not a huge fan of how humid it is.”
She shoots him an odd look, “I mean, I don’t like it either. But why do you dislike it so much?”
Wrecker’s grin widens and he smooths his hand over his head, “It’ll ruin my hair.”
A startled laugh falls from her pretty lips, and Wrecker’s wide grin softens. He’s glad that she’s not giving him the cold shoulder anymore, it makes flirting with her so much easier.
Her laughter subsides after a few moments, but a few giggles still escape her lips, “You’re such a goof, Wrecker.”
“Well, someone on this ship has to be funny, it might as well be me.” He folds his arms over his chest, “You know,” Wrecker says slowly after a moment, “We’re going back to Ord Mantell after this.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Well, there’s this nice little food stall, they sell these little pancake things with desserts in the middle-?”
“You mean crepes?” She asks.
“Yeah, I think that’s what they’re called.” He watches her closely, “You want to get some with me?”
She pauses, and there’s a flash of uncertainty on her face.
“No judgment if you don’t, Firefly.” Wrecker adds, his voice gentle, “I know that your ex and his actions make dating hard, make trusting people hard-”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Wrecker-”
He holds up a hand, “Let me talk, please?”
She settles, though the look of uncertainty lingers on her face.
“Thank you.” Wrecker pauses to collect his thoughts, “I love you. You’re…amazing. You’re smart and kind and funny and good. And you’re so afraid of being hurt that you refuse to even consider a relationship.”
She ducks her head, her hands clutching the hem of her jacket.
“And that’s fine. I have no idea of the kind of stuff your ex put you through, but I can guess.” Wrecker leans in, “This is me making sure that you know that I’m interested. And me letting you know that I’m a patient man and I can wait until you’re ready for a relationship.”
She blinks at him, startled.
“So, what do you say? Want to get crepes with me? Just as friends, no more.”
She’s quiet for a long time, long enough that Wrecker starts to think that she’s going to turn him down, but then her grip loosens on the hem of her jacket, “Do you remember if they had fruit crepes?”
And Wrecker grins, “You know, I think they do.”
“Well, in that case…” She won’t meet his gaze, “I do like crepes. And I like spending time with you.”
“Then it’s a date.” Her gaze snaps up, and he grins, “A friend date, but a date all the same.” Wrecker pushes to his feet, “Now, I have to go. I was supposed to be helping Tech.”
She blinks, and then laughs, “Wrecker!”
“What? You’re so much better to look at than my own brother. See you later, Doc!”
#star wars#tbb#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb wrecker x reader#wrecker x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Hey vodika!
Congrats on your follower milestone!
Could I request f!Jedi reader x Sev
Garnet
Autumn evening
Thank you! Love you! Xx
Forever
Summary: Of all of the things that Sev hates in the universe, watching his Jedi get hurt tops the list.
Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x Reader
Word Count: 777
Warnings: Reader is seriously injured here, though I didn't detail how she was hurt. Reader is described as formerly having long hair.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: So, I tried my best with this, but it's not easy to write when you can't focus for longer than a few minutes at a time. I'm sorry if it's not quite what you wanted. If you don't like it you can send another request and I'll write something when I'm not sick.
Sev knows that he’s not the gentlest of men. He knows that he’s quick to anger and that he enjoys violence just a little too much for most people to want to put up with. Sure, his own batchmates know that sometimes he says those things simply because it gets reactions.
But most of their brothers don’t.
He doesn’t mind it. He gets along better with his batchmates over anyone else anyway. Well, his batchmates and their jedi.
His Jedi.
She was a surprise addition to Delta Squad shortly after the war began. Someone who was supposed to manage their mission loads and help them so they could take more dangerous missions.
And she quickly integrated herself into Delta Squad. She was careful to not step on Boss’ toes, listened to Scorch’s jokes, redirected Fixer when he was being his most ornery, and was able to temper the worst of his temper.
How could Sev not fall in love with her?
And Sev has never been the type of man to tiptoe around things like feelings, so he told her as soon as he knew that he loved her. He fully expected her to turn him down, but she surprised him by releasing a musical laugh, and agreeing to go on a date with him to see where this leads.
That was nearly a year ago now, and somehow Sev is still able to claim her as his girlfriend. Somehow, because he thought for sure that she would kick him to the curb months ago.
His gaze drifts from his rifle, which he’s been cleaning, to his Jedi.
They’re holed up in a Jedi Safehouse, and his brothers are out trying to find a way off this planet, while Sev chose to remain behind to look after their barely conscious Jedi.
It’s a shame she hasn’t been able to enjoy the planet properly. His Jedi loves this type of weather, when it’s cool and the leaves have started to change. Sweater weather, she calls it.
Though, she’s not saying much of anything at the moment.
She’s nearly gray-faced, and her layers of robes have been removed and replaced by bandages. Her hair had been shorn into a much shorter style, due to the sheer amount of matting that they hadn’t been able to fix-
And then she stirs, her fingers flexing against the thick blanket granting her some modesty.
Sev swallows hard and sets his rifle to the side, before he stands and walks over to her carefully settling himself on the floor near her cot. Her pretty eyes flutter open and focus on his face, “Sev-” She mumbles his name, and she lifts her hand, which he catches and threads her fingers with his own.
“Hey there, Pretty Girl.” He replies, “Welcome back to the land of the living.”
“-where?”
“We’re still on the same planet,” He explains as he gently squeezes her hand, “The others are out looking for a way out.”
She tries to sit up, but Sev is quick to push her back prone, “I should be helping them-”
“You need to rest.” Sev insists.
“But, it’s not safe.” She tries.
“Hey,” He waits until her pretty eyes are locked on him, “No one here is going to hurt them. We’ve already killed anyone who might try.”
She blinks at him.
Sev smiles wryly and he brings his free hand up to rest against her bruised face, “They had you, cyar’ika. They had you and they were hurting you, there was no other option.”
She sighs softly, and she turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, “I don’t deserve you.” she mumbles.
Sev just laughs, “I think that’s supposed to be my line.” All of the tension has drained from his body now that she’s awake and talking, “You deserve far better than me. It’s a shame that I’m not so good a person to just walk away and let another person have you.”
She lightly squeezes his fingers, “All I want is you, though.”
“You have terrible taste in men.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Slowly, Sev brushes some of her hair out of her face, “No one is ever going to hurt you again, cyar’ika. I promise.”
She smiles at him, soft and warm, and Sev leans in to press his lips lightly against hers, pulling away just as quickly as he leaned in. “Now, get some more rest. As soon as we have a ship, you’re going to take a nap in a bacta tank.”
She just sighs, “Will you stay?”
Sev brings their joined hands to his lips, and presses a light kiss to her knuckles, “Forever.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#clone commando sev x reader#sev x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Hi, love~ I am back with request #7 (last one)
This time, I'm choosing Fox, with an opal, and at midday. He needs some love. Some *good* love. Real good love. The kind of love that makes him realize he's worth loving. Give this man the bestest love for me 🫶🏻
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
@the-bad-batch-baroness
Not A Question Of Worth
Summary: You remind Fox that your love for him isn’t conditional.
Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader
Word Count: 744
Prompt: Opal - Faithful Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I'm not sure if I hit the prompt for this one. I had an idea and I wanted to write that, but maybe I also did? I dunno, I'm getting sick and it's making everything hard. Also. If you wanted to send me a prompt for my baby boy Dogma I would love you forever and a day. 🥺
You know when Fox has had a bad day.
Partly because Thire and Thorn and Stone, sometimes all of them, will shoot you a message giving you heads up. But also because you know Fox. And you know his moods.
So when you get a message just before you leave work for the day, a warning from Stone that Fox had a really bad day, you’re already planning on what you can do to make his evening better.
On your way home, you stop by his favorite restaurant and grab the food you ordered in advance, you pop into the florist and grab a bouquet of his favorite small purple flowers, and you dip into a bakery to buy a premade cake.
If you’d had more time, everything would have been individually ordered, but such is life you suppose.
You hurry home, and you’re not surprised when you step into the home you share with Fox and you hear the shower running. If the day was as bad as Stone implied, your Fox will want to wash the day off his skin before he sees you.
Your perfect man seems to think that if he touches you after a bad day, he’ll do nothing but hurt you. Which is silly, but if it helps him feel better than you’re not going to question it.
In any event, the fact that he’s distracted, means that you’re able to get the room ready. The flowers are put in a vase and set on the table. The curry is removed from the containers and placed on the fancy china that your mom gave you when you moved out of her house. The cake is put on a fancy platter and cut into slices. Two scented candles are lit and set a safe distance away from the flowers.
And then you dart into the bedroom and peel off your work clothes for something more comfortable.
And you managed to do so in less than five minutes.
You’re doing one last check of the kitchen, making sure that everything looks perfect, when the shower stops. You turn to the bedroom door and, only moments later, Fox steps out of the bedroom clad in his sleep pants and nothing else.
It takes everything in you to not swoon for him. He really is so handsome that you just want to cry.
“Cyare,” Fox’s voice is rough, “Welcome home.”
He looks exhausted, you note. You’re glad you prepared everything before he got out of the shower. Now he just has to enjoy it.
You walk over to him and slide your arms around his waist, “Stone sent me a message and said you had a rough day.” You stand on your toes and kiss him, “Did the shower help?”
“A little.” He leans his forehead against yours, “I meant to have dinner ready for you-”
You beam at him, “You’re so sweet!” You lightly pull back and take his hands with yours, “Luckily, I took care of it.” Gently, you tug him into the kitchen, and he pauses in the doorway.
You watch him scan the room. From the flowers and candles, to the food and the cake, and then he focuses his gaze on you, “What’s all of this, cyare?”
“Well, Stone said you had a rough day, so I thought I’d try to make it a little better. Do you like it?”
He’s quiet for a moment, and then he turns to look at you, “I’m not worth all of this. I didn’t do anything for-”
You reach up and press your fingers against his lips, gently interrupting him. “My love is not conditional, Fox. You don’t have to do anything to earn my love. You have it anyway.”
He stares at you, and you can’t help but hope that maybe, this time, he’ll believe you when you say that. Though you’ll repeat it as often as you need to.
Fox sighs and presses a kiss against the pads of your fingers. “I’m not worthy of you. You should be with someone brighter…like Cody.”
“It’s not a question of worth, Fox.” You kiss him gently and then kiss him again and again, “I love you. I choose you. It’s as simple as that.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and then he ducks his head and kisses you deeply, “I love you” He says against your lips, “Thank you for loving me enough to try and make my day better.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#commander fox x reader#fox x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Congrats on 500, love that's amazing!!!
If I could have Wolffe and Wmerald during spring that would be absolutely lovely.
My Choice Remains
Summary: After the attack that costs Wolffe his eyes, he’s taken to avoiding you. Luckily, you’re just as stubborn as he is.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader
Word Count: 717
Warnings: Wolffe is a little insecure here
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @the-bad-batch-baroness (you love wolffe after all)
A/N: Sorry that this took so long! It kind of got...lost, in the shuffle of all of the other requests! T-T
“Found you!” You lean over so that Wolffe is forced to look at your face, and you note that he seems surprised to see you. To be fair, it is early enough that the sun is just barely peeking over the horizon, even the recently bloomed spring flowers are still sleeping.
The surprise fades quickly as he leans back to look at you, a stern look on his handsome face, “Found implies that I was lost.”
Your grin never wavers, “Weren’t you?” You ask as you plop yourself on the bench next to him and temptingly offer him the breakfast sandwich and caf you ordered for him specifically.
The sandwich and caf that you’ve been ordering every morning for the last month.
Wolffe glances at the food offering, and then sighs and takes the bag and the styrofoam cup, “I knew where I was.” He replies as he pulls the sandwich out of the bag.
“So you’ve been avoiding me then.”
“...no.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Wolffe.” You reply as you take a sip of your own caf, “But that’s okay, I happen to think it’s one of your good traits.”
“I wasn’t avoiding you.” He counters as he glances at you.
“Really?” You lean over to try and look at his face, but he turns his head away from you, “Because, it kinda seems like you’re still trying to avoid me.” You shift on the bench so that your knees are touching his, “Is this about me agreeing to go on a date with Comet, because it wasn’t a real date-”
“No, it…wait. What? What date?”
“Oh. He didn’t tell you. Never mind.”
Wolffe finally turns to look at you, an unhappy scowl on his face. And you finally see why he’s been avoiding looking at you. The scar and cybernetic eye don’t detract from his looks, in your opinion, but you have the feeling that he won’t appreciate that comment. “What date?” He demands.
You roll your eyes, “It wasn’t a real date. Comet bumped into a cute little thing at the farmer’s market-”
“Comet goes to the Farmer’s Market?”
“Yes, he does. Stop interrupting me,” You chide lightly, “Anyway, she asked him out, and he freaked out and asked me to take him on a practice date so he doesn’t mess up too badly.”
“...how was the practice date?”
“Not terrible. Aside from the fact that he said that my haircut was ugly.”
“It’s not.”
You beam at him, “Yes, I know. Comet apologized right after he said it.” Wolffe hums and turns his head away from you again, or he tries to. You don’t let him, your fingers gentle against his jaw, “May I see, Wolffe? Please?”
The paper wrapper of the breakfast sandwich crinkles in his suddenly clenched fist, but he allows you to tilt his head so you’re looking at him properly.
The injury looks like it’s healed properly, it’s not red or inflamed. And the cybernetic eye looks like it’s working as well as his natural eye. You lightly trail your thumb over the scar, and Wolffe closes his eyes.
“I didn’t want to worry you.” He admits, gruffly.
“Well, you avoiding me made me worry more, Wolffe.” You point out gently, “I thought I had done something to make you hate me.”
He huffs out a laugh, his breath fanning across your face, “You could never.”
You hum quietly, “Did you think that I wouldn’t still find you attractive because of the scar?”
He’s quiet for a long moment, “...you did always like my eyes.” Wolffe finally admits.
“Silly man,” You lean in and press a light kiss just over the scar under his eye, “I like you. Everything else is just…window dressing.”
Wolffe sighs softly, “Was worried that you’d regret choosing me.”
You shake your head, “My choice, Wolffe, remains. You. Always you.” You lightly press your free hand against his cheek, so you’re cupping his face between your hands. “But I can be patient until you believe me.”
He sighs again, “Thank you.”
You beam at him, “Of course. That’s what it means to love someone.”
And the look he shoots you is so soft, and so adoring, that you know that you won’t have to wait long for him to realize that you’re not going anywhere.
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#commander wolffe x reader#wolffe x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Congratulations on your new follower milestone!! You're amazing and deserve all the love. <3
For my request:
Gemstone: My birthstone, Topaz (affectionate love)
Clone: Gonna have to be my #1 fella, Hunter, because I'm nothing if not a Hunter simp of the highest order. (I know you've said you're not comfy with Hunter, but you've always nailed it before!)
Season: Autumn
I honestly have no ideas at all as to where I would want this to go, so I'd love it if you would just use your magic brain to write what you feel (and don't feel pressure to come up with something out of the ordinary if that's not where you're led, anything with Hunter will make me happy, guaranteed.)
Thanks so much for always being so willing to fill requests. <3
Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
Fall Into Love
Summary: Hunter’s relatively new to relationships, but he’s trying his hardest to make you happy. So when you invite him to go apple picking with you, he’s happy to go along…even if he doesn’t quite understand it.
Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader
Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love
Word Count: 745
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I hope this is affectionate enough! Your request made me remember all of those long autumn days in Massachusetts when my mom and aunt would drag the kids apple picking, and we'd climb trees and eat apples. It was fun, even if I wasn't allowed to eat any of the apples, due to my allergy.
“You seem excited?” Hunter hesitantly offers as he watches you pull your hair into a tail, and then pull a sweatshirt over the thin tank top you’re wearing.
You flash a blinding smile at the man sitting on your bed, “I am excited! It’s fall!”
The smile he graces you with is soft and adoring. It’s how he’s always smiled at you, but it never fails to make you giggle. Your tough, strong man turns into such a sap when he sees you happy.
“I’m glad that you’re happy,” Hunter says quietly, “But I’m not sure I understand what we’re doing today.” He lifts the pamphlet and eyes it, “Apple picking? Isn’t that just us paying to do work?”
You laugh, your head tilting back before you drop to the bed next to him, “Not quite. We each get a bag, and we get to keep anything that we pick.”
“...and do what with them?” He asks, bewildered.
“Well, I’ll make some pies, and some tarts, and some jam and jelly and cider-” You list off your fingers, “More importantly, there’s more there than just the apple picking.”
You hop to your feet and take his hand in yours, pulling him to his feet.
“I suppose the others would like a pie.” Hunter admits as he allows you to pull him through the apartment and to the front door. And then he offers you support as you pull your boots on.
“I make amazing pies.” You brag, before you spin on your toes, as best as you can while wearing your boots, and you drop a quick kiss to his lips, “And, if you have fun, we can bring Omega there next weekend.”
He grins at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “Well then, I suppose we’d better find out if I like it.” Hunter teases as he offers you your thin windbreaker, and then opens the door for you.
Half an hour later, he pulls your speeder up in front of the Orchard, looking genuinely surprised at the sheer number of people here. “Uh…babe-?”
“It’s a large orchard, and it’s a popular autumn activity,” You explain as he pulls the speeder into an open spot, and parks.
“And you’re sure they’ll let me in?”
“I’m positive.” You fling open the door and climb out of the speeder, and then wait for Hunter to join you. “Here,” You pass him a hair tie, “Picking apples requires some tree climbing.”
“Ah, you think of everything, don’t you?” Hunter asks as he pulls his hair into a much shorter tail than yours. And then he laughs as you take his hand and tug him, impatiently, towards the small booth that accepts payment and gives out bags.
The girl working the counter glances at Hunter, boredly, and then passes him a pair of bags after you pay. “Here,” She says as she focuses her attention back to her comm, “A map of the orchard, and a list of all of the events. Please avoid the areas that are roped off since those trees aren’t mature yet.”
And then she waves the pair of you away, and you lightly tug Hunter to the side, to glance at the map. “Mm…here, let’s go to this part of the orchard,” You say motioning to a part of the orchard near a lake.
“Alright.” Hunter glances at the map over your shoulder, “Mm…this way, I think.” He folds the map and slides it into his pocket, and you, quite happily, take his hand in yours and thread your fingers with his.
Hunter pauses, lightly reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingers against your cheek, “Thank you,” He breathes out.
“For what?” You ask as you reach up and press your hand over his, gently squeezing his fingers.
“For inviting me into your life,” Hunter replies.
You blink at him, and laugh softly, “Oh, you goof.” You focus a loving smile at him, “You say that as if it’s a hardship to invite you into my life. As if I’ve ever done anything other than love you.”
Hunter brings your joined hands to his lips, and he presses a feather light kiss to your knuckles. You know that the words are hard for him, but you don’t mind. He shows you that he loves you with every touch and with every look.
And so you beam at him, “I love you, Hunter. Thank you for being in my life.”
#star wars#tbb#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb hunter x reader#hunter x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Hi! Congrats for your follower event!! (Though I'm surprised you're not hiting 1k for now. Also surprised I did not miss it... but almost 😁).
Could you maybe indulge us with both Fox and Wolffe in ruby at sunrise?
Theirs
Summary: Sunrise is your favorite part of the day, because it’s the only time when your boys are solely yours. And you’re solely theirs.
Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader x Commander Wolffe
Word Count: 674
Prompts: Ruby - Passionate Love
Warnings: Both Fox and Wolffe are handsy.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I'm so tired, lol. Sorry if this isn't what you were expecting, but I hope you like it anyway.
You wake to the sun creeping across your bedroom. You forgot to close the curtain properly last night, which means that you’re awake and you're not likely to fall back to sleep.
A silent sigh falls from your lips as you roll from your side onto your back, and you stretch. You carefully stretch, the last thing you want to do is wake the men sleeping in the bed next to you.
Of course, you aren’t careful enough.
Wolffe releases a quiet groan as his mismatched eyes flutter open. The sleep fades from his eyes almost immediately as he sees that you’re eyes are open, and for a moment you’re envious that he’s able to be alert so quickly.
It takes you forty-five minutes and a cup of caf before you’re even half as alert as him.
A glance to the side shows that Fox has stirred awake as well, though he seems to be doing his best to try to fall back to sleep.
Wolffe chuckles, “We know you’re awake, vod.” He says, his voice low as he shifts closer to you, and drapes an arm around your waist, before he presses his nose against your bare shoulder.
“Shh. If I keep my eyes closed then the morning hasn’t arrived yet.” Fox counters, but even as he says that, he slides across the bed so that he’s pressed against your side, his lips pressing against your shoulder.
“You don’t have to wake up if you don’t want to Foxy,” You murmur, and his lips curl up into a small smile against you.
His eyes open, and he’s surprisingly alert for someone who was trying to fall back to sleep, “What? And let Wolffe have you all to himself?”
Wolffe releases a noise and smacks his twin with a pillow, “As if you don’t get to have her all to yourself when I’m off planet.”
“Not my fault that you’re a front line commander,” Fox counters as he effortlessly tugs you from Wolffe’s grip and pulls you flush against him, your back pressed against his chest and one of his legs sliding between yours.
“Yeah, yeah. Not like I had a choice in the matter.” Wolffe counters as his gaze drags down your bare body, now fully exposed to him with how Fox is holding you. He clicks his tongue, “We left bruises.” He notes as he brushes a thumb across your hip.
You yawn and try to snuggle back into your pillow, made easier by Fox propping the pillow up on his arm, “I don’t mind.”
Fox chuckles and nuzzles the back of your neck, “Ah, Princess, you’re so pliable for us in the morning.”
“I bet you’d let us do anything,” Wolffe agrees as he lightly trails his hand up your side to grip your chin. He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, a soft laugh falling from him as you try to deepen the kiss.
“She’s needy in the morning,” Fox confirms as he tightens his arms around you and presses a light kiss to your shoulder.
You pout, “It’s the only time of day when I don’t have to share you with your men.”
Two pairs of almost identical eyes soften at your words, and you squeak when Wolffe presses himself firmly against you. “Move your leg, vod.” Wolffe orders, his gaze locked with yours, “If this is the only time of day when our perfect cyar’ika gets us to herself, then we’d better make full use of it.”
Fox chuckles, his arms and legs moving slightly to make room for his twin, “So glad you agree.” He turns your head so that he’s able to catch your lips with his own, “And when we finish,” there’s a hint of promise in his voice, “We’ll make you breakfast, how’s that sound Princess?”
A small smile crosses your face as their hands, warm and familiar, slide across your body, mapping out the dips and curves that they have memorized at this point, “Sounds perfect~” You say with a sigh.
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#commander fox x reader x commander wolffe#fox x reader x wolffe#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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could I have Fives with garnet at night? maybe meets the reader at 79s and saves them from a creepy dude?? if that doesn't vibe with you, make it whatever you want xx
You're Worth It
Summary: You should have known better than to come to the club with your friends, they always ditch you after all. Luckily, a handsome clone comes to your rescue.
Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x Reader
Word Count: 637
Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted~
You need some new friends. The friends that you’ve been running around with since you were all in diapers are not the best friends you could have asked for. By any definition of the word.
Seeing as they ditched you as soon as they realized that they might hit it off with some of the people here.
Leaving you, all by your lonesome, to get cornered by a man who smells like a walking brewery.
He’s so drunk, in fact, that you’re not entirely sure what he wants. His words are all slurred together into a jumbled mess of words. Though you’re pretty sure he’s hitting on you.
That, or he’s trying to sell you speeder insurance.
You hold your hands up, trying to keep him from leaning into your personal space, and it’s…not working.
You’d sell your right arm for one of your friends to notice that you’re in need of a rescue. But you can’t even see any of them.
“Ah, there you are!” A strong arm slings around your shoulders and you’re tugged into a broad chest, “Honestly, babe, you can’t just wander off like that.”
You blink, bewildered, at the man standing slightly in front of you. A clone, with a five tattooed on his forehead. He’s handsome, but then, all of the clones are, and has a rakish grin on his face.
“Sorry,” You say automatically, and his grin softens before he tosses a wink in your direction, “I got turned around.” You add.
“Totally understandable, there’s a bunch of people here.” He squeezes you a little tighter, “Excuse us, we need to get back to our table.”
The drunk man slurs something, and apparently your savior speaks drunk, because he doesn’t look the least bit confused.
“You’re very drunk, you should probably go for a walk. Get some fresh air.”
The drunk man rears his fist back as though he’s about to punch the man standing slightly in front of you. And you hazard a glance at the clone, he looks bored, and you feel a little silly for being so worried about him.
The man protecting you, moves slightly and nudges you to the side as the drunk man finally throws his punch, and ends up toppling to the floor. “Um…”
“Come on, leave him be. Someone will come and take care of him.” He ushers you away from the toppled man, and then grins at you, “Fives.”
“Beg pardon?”
“My name. It’s Fives.”
“Oh!” You hurriedly introduce yourself, and his smile widens. He really is very handsome. And apparently you’re a little more out of sorts than you thought because those very words fall from your lips.
Fives’ grin widens, “Thank you. I happen to think you’re stunning too.”
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t use the word stunning.”
“But you meant it though, I can tell.” Fives winks at you, and tugs you onto the dance floor, “Now, because I saved you from that awful drunk man, you should dance with me.”
“Is that right? Is this your payment?”
“Sure. But I’d do it anyway.”
You frown at him thoughtfully, even as you slide your arms around him, allow him to tug you closer, “You could have been hurt. What if he had a weapon?”
“Well, better I got hurt than you.” Fives replies with a small grin.
“No one is worth that!”
“I disagree. You clearly are.”
You’re struck silent by his sincerity, and his grin softens, “Now, let’s dance. And then, maybe, if you’re interested, we can go and get some caf?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Yeah. I am.”
“Oh.” You blink at him, “...there’s a cafe not far from here that sells the tea that I prefer-” You offer hesitantly.
“Sounds like a plan to me. But first we have to dance.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#arc trooper fives x reader#fives x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Congrats!!! Could I request diamond with Echo???
You Make My World Brighter
Summary: Echo’s not sure why she chose him, but he does know that he’ll love her through everything, if she gives him the chance.
Pairing: TBB Echo x Reader
Word Count: 700
Warnings: None
Prompt: Diamond - Everlasting Love
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Sorry if this isn't good, I'm fighting a sickness and I tried my best.
The first time Echo met her, it was when he was still with the 501st. She was an artist who stood toe to toe with General Skywalker and yelled at him for ruining artwork that was older than the entire Jedi Order put together, and then she fussed over the canvas as though it was actually her child.
Even then, Echo thought that she was stunning.
But he was a soldier at war, and she was a civilian who was displaced by the war. A relationship wasn’t possible at the time.
Even if her smile gave him butterflies, and the idea of her favoring anyone else with that smile made him borderline homicidal.
Honestly, Echo never expected to see her again.
So running into her on Pabu was a genuine shock.
He knew that she probably wouldn’t recognize him, they barely had one conversation, after all. And he looks different now.
But she looked him in the eye and called him by name, a delighted smile on her face.
Turns out even after years, after torture, and after the end of the war, her smile still gives him butterflies.
That was months ago, now.
And somehow he managed to claim her as his girlfriend. Or…maybe she claimed him as her boyfriend. Honestly, he’s still not sure. They just started spending time together, and then, one day, they were kissing.
Not that he’s complaining. But there was no conversation.
He kind of wishes that they would talk, though. It would be nice to know where he stands with her. Because she’s everything to him.
His gaze drifts over to her, sprawled on the bed next to him with her nose buried in a sketchbook, and a smile crosses his lips. He loves her so much.
She’s still an artist, but she doesn’t use canvas anymore. Instead she inks her art on people’s skin, and she’s good. Very good. She’s given Hunter three more tattoos, though she was very hesitant about continuing his skeleton tattoo.
As much as Echo would love a tattoo from her, she hasn’t offered. And though he asked, she didn’t say one way or the other if she was willing. He’s hoping that this is just a miscommunication and not her not wanting her art on his body.
“I have it!”
Echo starts at her excited exclamation, “Have what?” He asks, watching as she scrambles to her knees and turns to face him, her sketchbook pressed against her chest.
“Your tattoo design!”
He blinks at her, startled, “You’ve been designing a tattoo for me?”
“Yeah, of course!” She turns the sketchbook so that it’s facing him, “Here, take a look. It’s a very…symbolic tattoo.”
Echo takes the book and motions for her to settle next to him as he scans the picture. It's a very colorful field of flowers. “Can you explain it to me?”
“Mm, sure.” He points to the center of the tattoo, “Forget-Me-Nots, fives of them, one for each member of Domino Squad who was stationed on Rishi,” Echo trails his fingers over the five small blossoms in a field of white, and then follows her finger to the next section, “Two forget-me-nots in a field of blue flowers,” She explains, “You and Fives with the 501st.”
Echo releases a soft laugh, “The same yet different?”
She shrugs, “I never saw you all as being the same.” Her fingers skip to the final part of the tattoo, “A forget-me-not and a rose twined together, settled in a field of hundreds of different flowers.” She favors him with a bright smile, “You and me and Pabu.” She explains.
He blinks at her, soft affection swelling in his chest, “So, does this mean you want to be my girlfriend?”
“I thought I already was?”
“You never specified.” Echo admits, “So I wasn’t sure.”
She hums thoughtfully, and then she reaches out and pulls him down into a kiss, “Then let me be clear. I want to be yours and only yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”
Echo chuckles as he tugs her onto his lap, “So, forever then?”
“Forever doesn’t sound long enough.” She replies against his lips, “But I suppose it’s a good start.”
#star wars#tbb#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb echo x reader#echo x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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hello!! can I request Rex with topaz in the fall? congratulations on 500 followers!!
Satisfied
Summary: You love Rex. With everything that you are. Luckily, at this point in your life, you don’t have to convince him of that.
Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader
Word Count: 627
Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Hihi! Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted. The title came from a Hamilton Song. It popped up on my Spotify playlist while I was writing.
“It’s going to be chilly today, mesh’la,” Rex says from where he’s sprawled on the bed next to you, his eyes still closed as he fights having to wake up. “We should stay in.”
You roll over so that you’re able to rest your arms on his bare chest, “Wouldn’t you rather come out with me? We planned to go to the orchard now that it’s fall.” You say with an adoring smile.
“Hm. Do I want to go out into the cold, or do I want to stay here, in the warm, with the love of my life?” Rex drawls, his eyes cracking open to peer at your face, “Hard choice.”
You laugh softly and slide up so your face is hovering over his, “We can do both. Go out and then come back and relax.”
“Hm…we could.” He agrees, “Or, we could just stay here, in bed, all day. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
A giggle slips from your lips, “Oh, but what would we do in bed all day?”
Rex grins at you and then flips the pair of you in a smooth motion, pulling a startled yelp from you, “Well, I think think of one of two things,” He teases as he carefully settles his body over yours without crushing you, “I can always go and get my deck of cards-”
“Rex!” His name falls from your lips in a burst of laughter.
Warmth and genuine affection softens his expression, and he moves his hand to caress your cheek, “I love you.” He murmurs, more to himself than to you. There’s an expression similar to awe on his face, and your smile softens.
Even now Rex still has a hard time believing that you’re his.
You reach up and press your hands against his cheeks, “I’m lucky to have you,” You announce to the bedroom, and he shoots you a look of amusement.
“Is that right?”
“It is right.” You add solemnly, “I’m a little careless and absent-minded you see-”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Rude!”
“Hey, you said it first.” Rex leans in and presses his forehead against yours, “But I do have to correct something that you said.”
“Oh?”
“I’m the lucky one.” Rex says, “You would have been well within your rights to tell me to take a hike. I’m glad you gave me a chance.”
“Oh, you silly man.” You tilt your head slightly to catch his lips with your own, “I would have given you all of the chances. I wanted you and no one else.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Rex catches your lips again, carefully pinning you to the bed beneath him, “That’s good to know.”
You grin at him, “I figured it was obvious. I was rather…not subtle about my crush on you.”
“No, you really weren’t.” Rex kisses you once more, “Mesh’la,” He murmurs against your lips, “I have a question.”
“Go ahead,”
“Will you marry me?”
You pull back and stare at him, startled, “Really?”
Luckily, Rex seems to understand that your question is born out of surprise for his question, rather than a refusal to believe that he just asked it, as a small grin crosses his face, “Really.”
You fling your arms around him with enough force that you’re able to pull him down to the bed, “I was beginning to think that you didn’t want-” You mumble in his ear, “Yes! Of course I want to marry you! No take backs!”
He laughs and shifts slightly so that he’s laying on his side, though you’re still clinging to him, “So…about our plans for the day?”
“Plans? What plans?” You mumble as you cling to him tightly.
Rex just grins and kisses the side of your head, more than happy to spend the day like this.
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#captain rex x reader#rex x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Congrats on your milestone!
Can I get a garnet with Echo and Spring?
Butterfly Kisses
Summary: You love Echo, enough to fight your family over him. That's okay, though, because Echo loves it.
Pairing: TBB Echo x Reader
Word Count: 645
Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love
Warnings: Echo is making implications
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you! I hope you like this one! And I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you don't mind that I went with TBB version of Echo rather then TCW version of Echo, you didn't specify.
You genuinely hadn’t meant for the day to go so badly. All you wanted to do was spend the day with Echo now that the last of winter has faded away and spring has finally arrived.
You didn’t know that your parents were visiting your brother.
And you didn’t know that they were going to go on a picnic at the same hiking trail that you like to walk with Echo.
If you had, you would have changed your plans for the day.
“It’s okay, love. Let it go.” Echo whispers in your ear as your mothers, scathing comment, about Echo and about his appearance thrum through your head with the same concussive force as a cannon.
You grind your teeth, “She shouldn’t talk about you like that.”
“It’s alright, love.” He gently pulls you away from your family, “She’s not saying anything that I haven’t thought about myself.”
That was definitely not the right thing to say, because now you want to fist fight your mom and Echo’s lack of self-esteem. So you take a deep breath and wrap your hand around his, “We should probably leave before you have to bail me out of jail.” You finally admit.
He laughs quietly, and tugs you further away from your family, and you’re grateful to see that your father finally seems to realize that your mother is making a scene and hurriedly pulls her in the other direction.
And then you’re not thinking about your family, as Echo directs you to a field full of yellow and pink flowers and tugs you between the branches of the willow tree situated on the lake, and you’re pressed against the rough bark of the tree with him leaning over you.
His fingers lightly trail against your cheek and down the side of your neck, and his smile is soft and adoring, “I love you.” Echo breathes out, “You're so ridiculous, sometimes, and you’re so quick to jump to my defense, and I love you.”
You grin at him, “You deserve to have someone willing to fight for you.”
“Well, I definitely have that in you.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, it’s a teasing kiss, not even a real, proper, kiss. The brush of his lips designed to tease you, more than anything else.
You try to kiss him properly, but he moves so he’s just out of your reach, “Echo-” You pout up at him, “Don’t you want to kiss me?”
His gorgeous eyes sparkle with mischief, “Oh, I think I’d much rather tease you.”
“But why?” You ask, your pout becoming more pronounced.
“Because you’re so cute when you’re all pouty and whiny for me.” He ghosts his lips across yours again, and then trails his lips, just barely touching you, across your cheeks, and then down your neck and up the other side.
“I’m not whiny,” You say, sounding slightly breathless as you lean into him.
“No?” His lips find purchase under your ear and he lightly nips the sensitive skin there, pulling a, frankly, embarrassing noise from your lips. “That’s not what it sounded like this morning.” He nips the sensitive spot again, “Or last night. Or yesterday morning.”
Your face heats, “Echo,” Okay, that was definitely a whine.
A smug grin crosses his face, as he pulls back and presses his forehead against yours, “I love how protective you are of me.” His lips hover just over yours, “I love watching you get so protective over me. It makes me want to do so many things to you.”
Your face heats a little more, but you slide your arms around his neck, “Like what?”
A small grin plays on his lips, “How about I show you instead?” He offers as he lowers his head just enough that his lips are barely touching yours, “How quiet can you be, ad’ika?”
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Congrats on the 500 followers! It is well deserved!
For my request :)
Gemstone: Ruby or sapphire. Your choice!
Partner: I’m going to have to go with Echo. He’s one of my favourites.
Season: I’ve always loved sunset in the fall because of all of the colours.
I have no thoughts as to where this would go so have fun with it :)
Congratulations again! Thank you so much for doing requests!
Sunset Kisses
Summary: Sunset has always been your favorite time of day, luckily Echo agrees.
Pairing: TBB Echo x GN!Reader
Word Count: 575
Prompt: Ruby - Passionate Love
Warnings: Echo got possessed by the ghost of Fives or Jesse or both and made a very innuendo-y comment.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope this story makes you happy, because it basically sprang from my fingers fully written, lol.
Honestly, you weren’t planning on spending your evening sitting on a rock and watching the sunset over the water, but here you are anyway. You’ve always loved watching the sunset, even when you were a child, and now that it's fall, the setting sun paints the skies in pinks and purples and oranges-
It speaks to the artist deep in your heart.
Shame you don’t have the time to put paint on a canvas anymore.
You lean back, casting your gaze out over the water, allowing all of the stress of the day to fade away, just for a moment.
“Have room for one more?”
You tilt your head to the side, and a small smile plays on your lips when you see Echo standing there, “Didn’t know you liked watching the sunset, Echo. You seem a bit…steady for that.”
It’s not an insult, and he seems amused by your comment, “Well, how can I not when it’s so pretty?” Though he keeps his gaze locked on you, and you feel yourself flush.
“Well, there’s plenty of room, if you don’t mind being close.” You reply with a small smile.
He climbs up onto the boulder with ease, and settles next to you, your thighs pressed together. Echo doesn’t, technically, need to be so close, there is enough room that he doesn’t have to be pressed against you, but you don’t mind.
It’s Echo after all.
And you’ve been crushing on him for weeks.
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. The sunset is painting him in gold and you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen anything more gorgeous in your life.
Seeing this, you can understand why people believe in the divine.
His lips curl up, “You’re staring, mesh’la.”
“Ah! Sorry!” Your gaze snaps back to the water, though you glance at him when he laughs.
“I don’t mind,” He bumps you with his shoulder, “Though, I’m curious to hear what you’re thinking?”
“Um…nothing interesting.” You say sheepishly.
“Well, I definitely don’t believe that.” He bumps you again, “Come on, I won’t make fun of you, I promise.”
You definitely don’t want to have this conversation, but he’s so sweet-
You groan and press your hands over your burning face, “I was thinking that you look like a god when bathed in the gold of the setting sun. Please don’t laugh at me.”
Echo doesn’t say anything for a long moment, and you take a moment to glance at him from between your fingers. He looks stunned, and then a slow grin crosses his face, “Funny,” He says slowly, “Because I was thinking something very similar about you.”
“...wait, what-”
You’re not able to get anything else out because his lips are pressed heavily against yours. His hand comes up to press against your cheek, pulling you closer and closer, the kiss becoming more and more heated the longer it lasts.
And when he breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, you’re kind of breathless, and surprised. But there’s a little grin playing on his lips. “I was thinking,” Echo murmurs as his fingers trail down your throat, “Why don’t I walk you home?”
You tilt your head questioningly.
“That way I can worship you the way divinity is supposed to be worshiped.” His smile becomes sly, “On my knees.”
Your face heats, but you can’t pull your gaze away from his, “I think,” You mumble, “That sounds wonderful.”
#star wars#tbb#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb echo x reader#echo x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Hey hey Vod'ika! I think I've finally settled on my prompt for you. It was so tough narrowing down which clone. I just love them all and your writing is amazing!
Can you do Howzer in the summer with garnet but can we put a lil spin on it and lean towards jealous/over-protective? I'm kinda thinking he maybe sees the reader interact with Crosshair and that's what drives the whole thing? You picking up what I'm putting down lol.
Thanks love!
I'm Not Jealous
Summary: You’re very secure in your relationship with Howzer, but when Crosshair joins the Clone Rebellion, you can’t help but notice that he’s a little more protective.
Pairing: Captain Howzer x GN!Reader
Word Count: 704
Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love, with a twist towards jealousy
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: The name of the game is 'how legible can I keep this story until the cold medicine kicks in'! And I think I managed it pretty well! Thank you for the request. I hope this makes you happy~
You like Crosshair.
He reminds you of a foster dog that your mom took in when you were little. Angry and scared and traumatized and so desperate for affection and attention, and yet so afraid of it too.
It is part of the reason why you’ve tried to go out of your way to be welcoming to him. And it’s not like anyone else is going out of their way to make him feel welcomed.
Sure, he was part of the Empire and did some truly horrific things, but he’s not with them now. And the path to redemption has to start somewhere, right? So why not with you?
The problem is that since you’ve started your friendship with Crosshair —it’s not really friendship, you’re essentially shaking a bag of cat treats to try and trick the tooka out from under the couch so you can bring him to the vet— Howzer has been more and more out of sorts.
In fact, he snapped at you yesterday.
Oh, sure, he apologized right after the fact. Apologized and peppered your face with bunches of little kisses and offered to make dinner as an apology. Of course you took him up on it, your Howzer is an excellent cook after all, but you’re…concerned.
Concerned enough that you beg out of the flight for the day, passing it off to your second in your stead, while you try to figure out what’s going on with Howzer.
After all, you thought that the pair of you were fine.
You look up from where you’re making a breakfast quiche, mom always swore by it when she needed dad in a good mood, as Howzer steps into the kitchen from your shared bedroom.
He looks surprised to see you, though the surprise melts into delight very quickly, “Cyare! I thought you had that transport mission to Hoth?”
“I did, I passed it over to my second.” You reply, “I thought I mentioned it.”
“If you did it wasn’t to me.” He crosses over to you, and kisses your temple, his arms sliding tightly around your waist, “Maybe you told Crosshair.” There’s something in his voice. Something tight and angry and jealous.
And there it is.
You finish pouring the egg mixture into the pie crust and slide the whole mixture into the oven, before you turn in his arms, and place your hands on his chest. “Howzer,”
“Cyare?”
“You know I love you, right?”
Something warm and soft slides across his face, “I know. I love you too.”
You reach up and press your hand against his scarred cheek, “I know you do.” You rub his cheek with your thumb, “Why are you so jealous of Crosshair, love?”
“I’m not jealous!” He blurts immediately, and then he averts his eyes, “I’m not…overly jealous.”
You smile at him, “Howzer,”
“I don’t like you talking to him.” He admits, a frown on his lips, “Why couldn’t you try and befriend Hunter instead?” That was definitely a whine.
You laugh softly, “Howzer.”
“I know I can’t force you to not be friends with him. But I really, really hate him.”
Your other hand comes up to press against his cheek, “Crosshair needs a friend. Someone like me, who’s so low stakes in the grand scheme of things that he can just be himself.” You smile at him lovingly, “But if you really don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
Howzer releases a slow breath and presses his hands over yours, “You’re a better person than me.” He mumbles, “I don’t want to stop you from making friends. Even if it’s with Crosshair.” He makes a face.
“I’m always going to come back to you at the end of the day, Howzer.” You whisper up to him.
He flashes a small grin at you, confidence sliding across his face, “Oh. I know. That was only ever a minor concern.” He drops his head and kisses you, “After all, I highly doubt Crosshair can love you like I can.”
You grin at him, mischief dancing on your face, “And how’s that again?”
He smirks at you and twists the both of you so that he’s able to walk you backwards towards the bedroom, “Let me show you.”
#star wars#tbb#vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration#captain howzer x reader#howzer x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Hello! May I please have a Ruby for Commander Blackout or Neyo (whomever's the grumpiest lol) x female reader scenario set in Winter where he keeps hearing about her from a lot of the the shinnies and his vod gushing about how lovely and wonderful she is and it pisses him off for some reason/or he just gets sick of hearing it; until he meets her himself and then he realizes immediately what they mean and finds himself swiftly falling deeply and passionately in love with her because there's just something so bright, warm and alluring about her and he just wants her for himself. Feel free to either make it steamy/smutty or not. I'm just happy with him being super passionate with his attraction and pursuit of her and she reciprocates? And maybe they kiss? But just go with whatever inspires you the most; I know it's gonna be great whatever it is! Please and thank either way! \>v</
Brighter Than The Sun
Summary: The new IT girl at the base Neyo is Marshal Commander of is a thorn in his side, and he hasn’t met her yet. If he has to listen to one more person sing her praises, he’s not going to be responsible for what happens.
Pairing: Commander Neyo x F!Reader
Word Count: 1200
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Hihi! I decided to go with Neyo because I love him! I also, for the first time, went over my word limit. Only by 200 words, but still. Anyway! I hope you like it!
Neyo is not in a spectacular mood.
He woke up in a foul mood, largely due to the sheer amount of snow falling from the sky. And it only became worse when he went to check what was on the schedule for the day only to see that his datapad wasn’t working.
And then he went to the mess hall for some caf, and had to listen to a group of shinies sing the praises of the newest civvie who came to the base. They weren’t saying anything he hasn’t heard before: she’s stunning, with a body to die for, and a smile that feels like the summer sun-
Honestly, if it wasn’t for the sheer amount of paperwork it would take, he’d seriously consider stunning them and throwing them in the brig for being sheer annoyances.
Needless to say, Neyo was not in the finest of moods when his General came over to find out why he was glaring at his datapad.
And her suggestion of taking it to IT to have them take a look at it was not appreciated.
Still, Neyo is realistic. He can’t fix it, and none of his vod can fix it, which is why the base has an IT department in the first place. So he finishes his caf, and the breakfast that he’s forcing himself to eat, and he makes the long walk through the base to the IT department.
There’s only one person in the room when he arrives.
The new girl.
She’s clad in long pants and a vibrant yellow shirt that reminds him of Bly’s tattoos, and she’s standing on a desk while her arm is buried in the room’s heater.
Now that he’s paying attention to it, it is freezing in here.
He clears his throat, and the woman pauses, before she twists slightly on the table to see who’s there. She blinks at him, and then flashes a bright smile, “Marshal Commander Neyo, yes?”
He arches a single brow, “In the flesh.”
“Oh, wonderful! I’ve been hoping to-oh, hold on-” There’s the sound of something hitting something and then she rips her arm out of the heater and shakes her hand out, “Ah, well. I’ll have to try and fix it later.” She mumbles, and then she hops down from the table, and hurries over to him, a blinding smile on her face, “I’ve been hoping to meet you, but you’re a hard man to catch!”
Neyo blinks at her, stunned.
Now that he’s met her, he can understand what his brothers meant. She is stunning. And now he can’t help but think that the way his brothers talk about her is grossly inappropriate.
“Well, I’m here now.” Neyo finally says, “My datapad isn’t working.”
She holds her hand out, even her nails are painted yellow with little white flowers on them. She’s karking adorable. “May I?”
“That's why I’m here.” He presses the datapad into her hand and he watches as she moves to sit at a table overflowing with flimsy. “Are you working alone today?”
“Oh. I’m the only one who works in IT.” She replies, “The previous guy who had my position quit.”
“I…see.” Neyo pokes around the room, there are parts of the room that are very neat, but the majority of the room looks like there was an explosion. “And the heater?”
“Broken.”
“...it’s freezing outside.”
“Well. Yes.” She admits, “But I have a jacket,” She gestures to a winter jacket lying on a table nearby, “I took it off to work on the heater.”
“That’s not your job-?”
She looks up, “Um…well, apparently this base has a manning issue? Maintenance quit too.” She tilts her head, and her hair shifts enough to see that her earrings are little white flowers too. “Did you not know?”
“I don’t generally handle civilian employees.” Neyo replies.
“Oh, that makes sense.” She messes with his datapad for a moment, “Um…you need a new datapad.” She smiles at him, “If you give me a couple of hours, I’ll get the new one for you by the end of the day.”
“Thanks.” Neyo pauses, “I’ll get one of my brothers to come and fix your heater. Can’t have our IT girl turning into an icicle.”
She flashes a blinding smile in his direction, and Neyo averts his gaze. She has no business being so pretty.
It’s the beginning of a slightly odd friendship.
Neyo finds himself in her office more and more often, it’s quiet, and his presence keeps even the most pushy of his brothers from trying to pressure her into a date. And she is good company, warm and welcoming.
It doesn’t take long before Neyo finds himself yearning for her.
It’s almost two months later, in the middle of the worst snowstorm that he’s ever seen, when Neyo gets the chance to make a change to their relationship. He’s sitting at a free desk in her office, his feet kicked up on “his” desk, while she’s working on formatting a datapad at her desk when the lights flicker, and then cut out.
Neyo pauses and glances at the lights, and then sighs when he hears the generator kick on. The heat comes back, but the only lights that come on are the emergency lights.
“I guess the storm won,” She jokes with a quiet laugh as she sets the datapad down.
“Guess so.” Neyo tosses his datapad on the desk and leans back to look at her, “No point in even bothering to work now-” He grumbles.
“Well, you deserve a break.” She replies, and Neyo glances at her.
“You work just as hard as I do.” He drops his feet to the ground and pushes to his feet.
“Well…yes. That’s true.” She brushes some of her hair out of her face, “But, well, let’s be honest. It’s not like I can hang out with anyone other than you. Your brothers tend to be kind of…weird, when I’m around.”
“And I’m not?”
“You’ve never made me feel like a walking steak next to a starving man-” She replies, “Not that they’ve ever done anything inappropriate, before you fly off the handle. I can manage a few uncomfortable looks.”
Neyo sighs, “I hoped that they would stop.”
“It’s fine, really. I’ve been dealing with looks like that since I was nine.”
“...that’s sickening.”
“That’s being a woman.” She smiles at him, “Anyway, I guess I’ll just return to my quarters until the power comes back.” She pauses when Neyo’s hand comes out to cup her cheek, “...Commander?”
“Can I kiss you?”
He can feel her cheek heat under his hand, and he can’t stop himself from lightly stroking her cheek.
“You…want to kiss me?” She squeaks.
“I want a lot more than that, but, for now, I’ll stick with kissing. With your permission?”
“I…yes…please-”
His lips land against hers in a kiss that starts out soft and sweet and slowly grows more heated.
And when he sits her on the edge of her desk, and moves to stand between her legs, with his lips moving to her neck to leave an obvious mark on her sensitive skin…well, he has to stake his claim somehow, right?
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