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Are you okay? It’s been so long, are you done on Tumblr?

Hi, Anon!

I'm so sorry for leaving you on read for so long. A lot has happened, but the biggest reason I haven't been active is because I forgot my password, got distracted with helping other people with their projects, and ended up remaking my blog.

I'm actually in the process of moving my works over, but it's slow. Some I've been rewriting or giving extra attention to since I've learned a lot since I started writing. :)

Thank you for always checking up on me!

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Hey, how are you doing? I really hope your okay, it’s been such a long time since we’ve heard from you. I hope you are well, and your family. Stay safe and I’ll keep you in my thoughts 💙

Hello, anon! You are so sweet to ask after me. I am doing well and hope that you are doing good too! I've been working on bits and pieces here and there, and I've come to realized.. I am a very slow writer. 🙃

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✎ — Gravity (5/??)

➥   Wolfpack x Reader | 3295 | Ao3

⚠️ Anxiety

Plo gives you a gift, and Wolffe finally opens up about his insecurities. The guys nearly set a kitchen on fire.

notes: I'm so sorry this took so long. COVID and other things got in the way, so I'm sorry (again) if this reads poorly or disjointed. I hope it's enjoyable. :c Thank you so much to everyone who sent messages of encouragement and checking up on me. I really appreciated them!

Just as soon as Wolffe was back within arm’s reach, he was gone again, keeping his voice low as he spoke into his communicator. It felt for every step forward you made with him, he took one big step back further away.

“Don’t worry about him,” Boost grinned, “He’s always been prickly.”

“Yeah. Wolffe’s love language is just different.” Sinker added, and it throws you for a loop. Wolffe’s love language? You tilt your head and look at Sinker curiously. You vaguely recall Harmony mentioning it before during a slow day at work, but you tuned most of it out, from what you could remember it was just the different ways people show love.

“Love language? What and where did you pick that up?!”

“I read it. In a book. Something you should try doing once in a while.” Sinker looked insufferable proud and smug of himself, he knew very well that would get under Boost’s skin.

“You can read?!” Boost gasped. And of course, Boost would find a way to get under Sinker’s in return.

You look at Boost then back to Sinker. Oh, they’re about to get into it again. You held up your hands to keep the two separated, “Okay! That’s enough! Let’s not start.. an even bigger scene in a police station, please.”

Thankfully, that was enough to calm everyone down. Earlier, you caught the curious gazes of some of the civilian police and you couldn’t blame them for looking but it was beginning to make you feel uneasy. It wasn’t every day that a clone trooper stormed into the station in full gear, much less three of them.

“They’re right. Don’t cause any trouble for the civilians,” Wolffe returned, his expression softening a bit when he looked at you, “You’re free to go, right? Gave your statements?”

You nod. Through a difficult situation, Harmony had made sure everything was in order. You felt incredibly fortunate to be friends with someone like her.

“Great. Let’s get going then. Plo is waiting for us.”

Wolffe led the way out of the station, and you immediately began to follow after him, Boost and Sinker falling into step beside you. Between the three of them, they effectively shielded you from the rest of the world. Honestly, it felt a lot like they were escorting you and for a moment you briefly entertained the idea of being a high-profile Senator, who just happened to be in a scandalous, secret relationship with the troopers assigned to protect you. Your cheeks start to burn and you shake your head to clear the thoughts away.

“This is the place,” Wolffe announced after a while. You stop and stare up, and up, and up. Oh, you know this complex, you’d dreamed about it enough when you were looking for a place of your own a long time ago. It was nice and very far out of your price range. Certainly not the type of place someone could afford on a dishwasher’s salary.

“A residential building? You sure?” Boost frowned.

“It was the coords he sent over,” Wolffe huffed and looked around the neat little courtyard; vibrant, green, and well cared for by both staff and residents.

“So we just need to sniff him out,” Sinker grinned, nudging you with his elbow. It was awful but it made you smile and that made him beam with delight.

“No need to go sniffing around, I am right here,” Plo Koon chuckled as he approached you and the guys. The Jedi seems to appear out of thin air and it catches you off-guard. Instinctively, you grab for Sinker’s hand in surprise.

There’s a soft chorus of ‘sir!’ and you steadily begin to relax.

So this was the Jedi General the guys spoke so highly of. You remember the starry look in their eyes whenever they told you about ‘Plo’ and how much they admired him, but most importantly you remembered how he was one of the few who treated them as people and not just things to be thrown away. If they trusted him then it was safe to say you could too.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” the Jedi clasped his hands behind his back, glancing between you and the guys. You smile bashfully, fidgeting under his inspecting gaze. Did that mean the guys spoke about you before? You hope it was all good things.  

Sinker and Boost shoot a suspicious look in Wolffe’s direction.

“He figured it out on his own,” Wolffe growled.

Plo Koon chuckled, “Indeed I did. Whenever we were away on a mission it was impossible not to notice the changes in their demeanors. All good changes, I might add.”

You heard the guys shuffling around you, and a quick glance told you all you needed to know. Their cheeks rapidly grew redder — they were embarrassed at being caught by their General. Like little kids caught with their hands in a cookie jar. It was cute.

“Wolffe has informed me of the situation,” Plo turns his head to look at you, “I am sorry for what has happened. I understand you may not feel safe in your home, so I hope I am not overstepping by making arrangements for you to stay here.”

He hit the nail on the head. There was no way you’d feel safe sleeping in your old place after what happened, and you didn’t want to disturb the scene too much. That would be important for both the police report and insurance.

“I don’t mind,” You mumbled, leaning a bit into Sinker for comfort. The trooper wraps an arm behind your back, his hand gripping your upper arm gently.

“I’m relieved to hear that. Now, gentlemen, I have tasks for you if you’re up for it.”

The guys snapped to attention, prepared to carry out whatever job the Jedi had for them. “Wolffe, please return to the apartment and recover what you feel is necessary. Boost, Sinker, take these credits to purchase food items,” Plo Koon passed a handful of credits into Sinker’s hand, “That should be enough for a week’s worth.”

Sinker quickly counts out the credits, swatting at Boost’s hand when he tries to make a grab for them. The two start elbowing each other, it almost turns into a brawl until Wolffe puts a stop to it with a sharp glare. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed them.

“And one last thing before you head out. I’m transmitting the entrance code for the building as well as the room number.” Plo Koon taps on his gauntlet. There’s a soft beep from each of the guy’s gauntlets and they quickly confirm they’ve received it. You tilt your head, watching them in awe, it feels like you were given a brief glimpse of what they were like together on a battlefield.

The guys hastily tell you they’ll be back soon, eager to jump right into their appointed tasks. Sinker’s hand slides affectionately across your back as he moves away from your side, and Boost plants a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“Gross!” You laughed, wiping your cheek with the back of your sleeve.

“You love it!” Boost jogs away with Sinker. He turns around long enough to throw a wave in your direction then turns back to catch up with his brother.

You and Plo Koon watch as the guys run off, Boost and Sinker in one direction and Wolffe in the other. It’s silent as the guys completely vanish from sight, disappearing into the crowd of people walking by.

“Well then, shall we?” Plo Koon gestured toward the main doors of the building.

“Oh, yeah. Uh, thank you for doing this.”

“There’s no need for thanks. I am happy to offer any assistance I can.”

You smile faintly and keep your head down, quietly follow behind Plo Koon inside the building. It’s been updated since your last saw pictures of the inside. It’s nicely decorated, simple and pleasant without being an eyesore. And clean. You feel horribly out of place and dirty— your off-color, worn-out shoes definitely don’t belong and you cringe. Much to your relief, you and Plo Koon only pass two residents on the way to your destination. They both just smile politely and continued on their way.

“And here we are,” the Jedi stopped outside a door near the end of the hall on a higher level, entering a code at the door panel before standing aside. Absentmindedly, you stand there and wait for him to go inside first.

And you wait.

And he waits.

He gestures for you to go ahead.

“Oh,” you gasp and hastily duck inside, “sorry..”

Plo Koon chuckled, “No need to apologize.”

The inside was nothing short of amazing. The main room is airy and spacious, though not too big that it lost the feeling of coziness. It lacked personal touches, but there was basic furniture just waiting to be rearranged and decorated. And the best part? The far wall was one massive window that reached from the ceiling to the floor, with a door leading out onto a balcony that looks out over the sprawling city. You could just imagine opening it up on warm evenings and enjoying air that wasn’t heavy with pollution or the stench of trash piling up.

A bit of envy welled up inside of you, and you quickly stomped it back down.

“I had intended to gift this place to them after the war,” Plo Koon mused aloud, crossing his arms over his chest. It was no secret that the Jedi Master valued the soldiers under his command. If they survived these coming battles and saw the end of the war, he wanted each of them cared for with a place in society. The apartment was to be a gift for Wolffe, Sinker, and Boost if they wanted it. It seems they wouldn’t have to wait to receive it.

“— but I don’t think they would mind if you lived here too. Permanently.”

You hadn’t expected that. A temporary space to live until you could get your affairs in order, okay, but to be given an entirely new place? This was… overly-generous and you stood frozen in place, staring at the Jedi in disbelief.

The only time someone had been this kind to you was when Dex brought you from the lower levels to work at the diner. A knot began to form in your throat, and a nasty voice in the back of your mind whispered that you didn’t deserve this, much less the love of three wonderful people. It had to be a joke. It was only a matter of time before the rug would be pulled out from under you soon. If you told Plo Koon ‘no’ you’d only disappoint him—

The Kel Dori pulls you into a tight embrace, breaking you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“You are far stronger and braver than you realize, do not let yourself feel you do not deserve kindness or good things.”

Right. Jedi. And you and your emotions were an open book to him. No doubt Plo Koon had picked up on your anxiety. You hide your face against the Jedi’s robes, muttering a watery ‘thank you’ into the rough fabric. Plo Koon makes a soft sound of acknowledgment, his hands a comforting weight on your back. You pull away from him slowly, wiping at a few remaining tears that spilled over onto your cheeks.

“You’ve given them something I hope all the clones can experience someday: happiness and love,” Plo Koon places his hands on your shoulders, firm and gentle just like he was. “Cherish the time you have together, and enjoy this new home with them.”

You nod swiftly, sniffing.

He releases your shoulders, “I wish I could stay longer, but I have duties to attend to at the Temple, perhaps I’ll come by again soon? Dinner?”

You swiped at a few new tears and nod once again, “I think they would like that. I know I would.”

Plo Koon tilts his head in a way that seems to indicate he’s smiling and turns to leave, disappearing out the door with a soft swish as the door closes behind him. You had no idea how or what a Kel Dori would eat but damn if you didn’t plan on finding out. Dex probably has an idea. You make a mental note to ask him when you see him again.

You take a moment for yourself after Plo Koon leaves to just stand in the middle of the room and just breathe. His words echo in your mind and you mentally psych yourself up. You are brave! Yeah! You are strong! With a smile and a little bounce, you begin to explore the apartment and plan out how many plants you want on the balcony.

Wolffe is the first one back and places a box of your things down on the dining table, you’re too caught up in examining everything to notice. And he is perfectly content to watch you in silent amusement. It was when you sat on the couch and gave it a little test bounce that you finally noticed him.

“Wolffe!” You gasped in surprise, “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

The way you say his name, the way you call it all — it makes something warm spark to life in his chest. You take a few steps toward him and greet him with the biggest smile you could muster, “Welcome home.”

Wolffe swallowed and quickly looked away from you. That warm, fluttering feeling deep in his chest growing hotter, “Thanks.”

An odd silence fell over the room and Wolffe sighed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, pointedly avoiding looking directly at you. You rock back and forth on your heels, trying to figure out what to do with your hands even though you wanted nothing more than to embrace him, to touch him in any way he’d let you.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Wolffe finally spoke up, looking back at you.

“Um, yeah, me too. I’m glad you guys are safe too. From your mission.”

“It was uneventful compared to home.”

Your face lit up and Wolffe had to look away again. Home. Wolffe called it home.

“I owe you an explanation though,” Wolffe’s heart sunk when he saw your expression wilt. It was painful to see you make that expression, and he silently vowed to never let it happen again but if he didn’t tell you now he’d lose all his courage later, “it’s my fault we even got involved with her.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you’re uncomfortable.” Honestly, you hoped he would tell you out of pure curiosity someday, but if it meant putting Wolffe in the unhappy spot of remembering something painful — you’d rather not know.

“No, it’s my fault all this happened and you deserve to know why,” Wolffe took a deep breath, and you took the chance to move closer to him, taking his hands in your own. It seems to help, even if just a bit. The tension he carries in his shoulders appears to ease. He idly rubs his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“It was just after I lost my eye. She was one of the medical staff helping with my rehabilitation with the new eye. I was just… in such a dark place, and being a clone— I just—“ his voice begins to crack, and you squeeze his hands again.

“Wolffe..”

He swallowed his nerves and pressed on, “I was desperate to feel any kind of affection, and I made the mistake of dragging my brothers into it. I had an excuse for everything she did, and I put her before them. I finally came to my senses and we left her a long time ago, she was even removed from her post, but it seems she’s been following us.”

Wolffe carried this burden around on his own, continuously blaming himself for desiring something everyone wants. Anger swelled up in you, and your only regret was that you didn’t get to inflict the same amount of harm on her as she did to the Wolffe and the guys when you had the chance.

“I failed them as their Commander and as their brother. And I failed to keep you safe as well.”

“Nuh-uh! Stop right there!” Wolffe jerked his head back in surprise. You’d never raised your voice like that before, “No more blaming yourself! It’s not your fault for wanting to be loved, and if there is anyone is to blame then it’s her! She took advantage of you all!”

“I—,” you slapped a hand over his mouth.

Wolffe’s gaze softened, and you slowly pulled your hand away.

“I think I love you.”

You freeze.

Your brain shuts down and goes completely blank. You forget everything that has happened today, yesterday, the past five years, and whatever you may have planned for the next week. Those three little words held so much weight, and they sank heavy and warm into you. Wolffe smiles shyly at you, a faint redness coloring his cheeks. He looks happy and your heart starts doing flips in your chest.

“Oh,” that’s all you can manage as your brain tries to be anything but mush.

“That’s it? Oh?” Wolffe grinned.

“Yes, oh! You don’t just spring that on someone!” You squeaked out, flustered and floundering as your cheeks steadily turn darker in embarrassment. Just a moment ago your anger was threatening to boil over.

“Want me to take it back then?” His grip tightens ever so slightly around yours and he tugs you close.

You furiously shake your head. Wolffe leans down to pressing your foreheads together, before hesitantly pressing his lips to yours. Wolffe’s kiss is slow and passionate, nothing like Boost’s fiery and rough ones, or Sinker’s sweet and gentle ones. He takes his time exploring your lips and mouth until your legs start to go weak, and you fling your arms around his neck to keep yourself upright.

You lose track of time, finally breaking away when your lungs scream for air. The door opens and you briefly hear Sinker and Boost clamoring inside, shouting and yelling something you couldn’t make out. Wolffe pulls away with a growl, lips pressed together in a tight line.

You blink in a daze.

“I knew it! You’re hogging them for yourself!” Boost loudly accused with Sinker right behind him, valiantly trying to maneuver around his brother with an armful of groceries.

“Boost, calm down you’re disturbing the neighbors.” Sinker worried, spotting a table and depositing his cargo down on it with a sigh. Made it.

Wolffe responds to Boost in a language that you’re pretty sure isn’t Galactic Basic, and Boost replies heatedly back. Was it Mando’a? Huh..? Your mushy brain picks up on the sound of things moving in the kitchen, and you look over to see Sinker putting things away.

You mumbled, “Oh, I should go make dinner.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Wolffe ignores a pouting Boost and guides you by the shoulders over to the couch, urging you to sit down. “We’ll handle it, cyar’ika. Just stay right here and let us take care of you.”

You hum quietly, leaning back on the couch, pressing your fingers against your lips as your poor brain tries to get back up to speed.

…

Wait, what?

You inhale sharply and look over at the kitchen in alarm, just in time to see a brilliant column of flame erupting from a pan, and three grown men jumping back in surprise.

Sinker slams a lid on the pan to smother the flame.

Maybe you’ll just order pizza tonight.

[ghastily]

I know I said I would post a new Gravity chapter this week, and I’ve failed to deliver. If people want it, I’ll post what I have.

Until I, and my family, are negative for COVID I won’t be writing. I don’t have the willpower or energy to do so.

Thank you, and stay safe.

[ghastily]

I love your blog and you're such a great writer! I hope you have a good day!

Thank you so much! It makes my heart happy to hear these words!! 💕 I hope your day is wonderful as well!

[ghastily]

Are we going to be getting more gravity soon?

If not by the end of the week, then next week at least! Hopefully I will have it finished :v

[ghastily]

Masterlist

✎  —   Star Wars

Thrawn x Reader

Sick Day - When you don’t show up for work Thrawn seeks you out.

Hot Drinks - Thrawn has just the drink to help warm you up.

🔞Trappings of Art - You’re a well-known thief who has slipped through Thrawn’s fingers for the last time.

Plo Koon x Reader

Dancing - Plo invites you to dance.

Wolffe x Reader

GOOD BOOOOY!! - Drunk You has an announcement to make.

Wolfpack x Reader

Woofles - You enjoy cooking for your favorite clone battalion.

Hot Dogs - They’re a bunch of (attractively) hot dogs.

Movie Night - You settle in to watch a movie with your boys.

Gravity - Life is hard and sometimes it rewards you by dropping not one, but three, boyfriends into your life. It isn't always sunshine and rainbows though. As your relationship grows, you learn to deal with the feelings (and consequences) that come with dating soldiers who must continue fighting an increasingly dangerous war. [Chapter 1] [Chapter 1.5] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3 🔞] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5]

Wrecker x Reader

Security Blanket - Wrecker is always shielding others, and he’ll do his best for you too.

Flowers - Wrecker has a gift he wishes to give you.

Seduction - He’s a sweetheart, too bad you suck at flirting.

Hunter x Reader

Rendezvous - You and Hunter can’t avoid each other for long.

Fox x Reader

Pursuit - You lead Commander Fox on a romantic chase through the city.

Sleeping In - Fox will not stop working, even when he’s alone with you.

Hound x Reader

Hound Dog - Grizzer loved you first.

Hound Dog (2) - Hound didn’t get the hint the first time, so now Grizzer must take drastic measures.

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Overrated - Anakin confesses his feelings to you in the most roundabout way possible.

Rex x Reader

Holidays - Rex wants to celebrate every aspect of Life Day with you, even the sad parts.

Shopping - Ahsoka gives you a helpful hint in picking out a present for Rex.

Fives x Reader

Fairytale - Fives tries to read his daughter to sleep.

Falling in Love - Fives loves the medics a little too much. You think he’s delirious.

Baking - Fives and the rest of the 501st bake a lot of cookies for his daughter’s class.

Cody x Reader

Thief - You’re desperate for supplies so you decide sneaking into a base is a good idea.

Waxer x Reader x Boil

Children - You tell your boyfriends their Life Day present is coming nine months late.

General

Untitled - Fives gets his foot stuck in a toilet. Rex is not amused.

✎  —   The Mandalorian

Din Djarin x Reader

Rainy Day - Desperate to get out and stretch your legs, your plan is thwarted by a little rain.

Pillow Talk - Din has a hard time staying on task while teaching you Mando’a.

✎  —   Transformers / Maccadam

Megatron x Reader

Untitled - Your relationship with Megatron is off to a very rocky start.

100 Words - 13 drabbles involving you and Megatron.

Protector and Protectee - 8 various 100 word drabbles where you and Megatron protect each other.

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Baking (19/31)

➥   Fives x Reader | 244

Your daughter’s class has everyone bringing something for Life Day to share with the class. Fives and the 501st go hard.

notes: more dad!fives being the best dad he can be

You weren’t sure how this happened.

What was suppose to be a simple task of baking cookies for your daughter’s class turned into — this. Half of the 501st was crammed into your tiny kitchen, gathered around the table as Rex gave them a rather intense debriefing. Fives sat front and center with his daughter on his lap, a hair band dangling between his lips as he carefully brushed her hair into a neat little bun.

“… and it is our duty to complete this mission! The pride of the 501st is at stake!”

You smile at how seriously they were taking it. The troopers broke off to their assigned duties, and Fives balanced the little girl on his hip as they began to make their own batch of cookies. He offers her eggs to crack, and even holds the bowl so she can stir.

Fives treasures these moments with her. Hearing her laugh and squeal in delight at each little thing they do together, creating memories that helped him through dark, and difficult battles. He fought for her, for you — this peace.

When it’s done there are more cookies than your daughter’s class reasonably needs. Your living room now taken over by napping troopers and one tired, little girl covered in flour.

Fives comes up behind you as you’re cleaning up the disaster of a kitchen. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek with a smile.

“Love you.”

“I love you too, Fives.”

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Hot Drinks (16/31)

➥   Thrawn x Reader | 351

⚠️ Mentions of alcohol

It’s cold and Thrawn has a drink to help warm you up.

notes: I’m running out of ideas so I’m skipping around :D

Every little thing he does seems so refined, each move calculated and elegant. Just watching him reach for a steaming hot cup of something has you entranced. The way his fingers hook into the handle, the ease in which he brings it to his lips — all without hesitation or stopping what he’s doing. You, on the other hand, would spill at least a little of the drink on your uniform.

Thrawn notices you looking and quirks a brow, “Would you like to try some?”

Your cheeks burn hot at being caught. It’s pointless to try and pretend you weren’t looking, or at least curious about what he was drinking. He can see right through it. And he’s already caught you anyway.

“I don’t want to be a bother..”

“Nonsense,” Thrawn sets the cup down close to you, “don’t think your shivering has gone unnoticed. Drink. It will warm you up.”

Of course. The room was chilled. Being a Chiss, there was no doubt that Thrawn was more accustomed to such low temperatures. Yours wasn’t. Still, you thought you had been doing a pretty good job hiding the small trembles.

“May I ask what it is?” You take the cup in both hands, letting the warmth seep into the palm of your hands and warm your cold fingers.

“A warm drink that is popular on Csilla. I was particularly fond of it in my youth.”

You stare at him over the rim of the cup as you take a little sip. It’s a unique flavor that reminds you of winter back home. A rich, dark chocolate taste that was sweet without being overly so. But there was something else..

“Is.. Is that alcohol?!”

You set the cup back down on the table, cheeks flushed.

“There is a small amount, yes, though not enough that you will become inebriated.” Thrawn’s deep chuckle is just as rich as the chocolate drink, and fills you with a similar warmth. He gently takes the cup, bringing it to his lips once more for a small sip. “Is it to your liking?”

“Yes, it was actually quite delicious.”

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Dancing (12/31)

➥   Plo Koon x Senator!Reader | 469

Plo Koon invites you to dance.

notes: I think I wanted to write Plo Koon more than I realized..

Plo Koon sighs as he watches over the gathering. Senators, high ranking officials, world leaders all gathered in one place to dance, and drink. All in the name of the Republic and good causes. But there was one Senator that made the evening all the better — you. And if Plo Koon was scanning the crowd looking for you instead of keeping an eye out for trouble, well, no one needed to know.

Anakin approaches him with Ahsoka in tow. She smiles and Plo gives a little nod in her direction, hoping that she knows he is smiling back.

“Looks like you’ve got everything covered here,” Anakin stops briefly at his side and looking out at the group. If he was looking for someone too he didn’t see them here, “we’ll go check the perimeter.”

“Good luck, Master Plo.” Ahsoka smiles knowingly at him, throwing a wink over her shoulder as she follows after Anakin. The Kel Dorian sighs. Was he really so transparent that Ahsoka saw right through him? Or maybe she just knew him better than most of the other Jedi.

Plo Koon shakes his head and looks back at the crowd. Finally, he spots you sitting alone at an empty table in a corner. How very like you. You may be a senator but you were on the shy side, he even recalls you mentioning once that you weren’t one for parties and pageantry.

The Jedi Master moves slowly along the edge of the room keeping a close watch on the throng of people— your table just happens to be in the direction he’s going.

You don’t even notice his approach.

“May I have this dance?”

Oh!

You jump a bit in your seat, whipping your head around with such speed that Plo Koon worries you might’ve injured yourself. But your eyes light up when you realize he’s there, and he offers his hand to you. He praises himself on keeping his composure when you slip your hand into his.

Out on the dance floor, Plo Koon carefully wraps his other hand around your waist. Your cheeks burn red, it’s intimate and way too close, so you duck your head to avoid looking at his face. He chuckles and begins to lead you through the dance.

“I’m glad you came.” You mumble shyly, chancing a glance up at him. He’s staring at you.

“As am I.”

You take a deep breath and move a little closer to the Kel Dori, just enough until you can rest your head against his shoulder. Plo Koon stiffens under the touch but soon relaxes, his grip on your waist and hand tightening ever so slightly.

“I have to go off-world for a diplomatic mission soon,” You hesitate a bit, “a jedi escort would be welcomed.”

“.. I believe that can be arranged.”

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Sick Day (11/31)

➥   Thrawn x Reader | 207

When you don’t show up in time for a meeting, Thrawn goes searching for you.

You’re dimly aware of someone entering your room and approaching your bed, their footsteps muffled to your hazy brain. The dim red glow of their eyes gave away who it is — Thrawn.

He cradles your face between his hands. The cool touch of his skin like a bucket of ice being dumped on the fire burning in you. You lean into the touch, desperately seeking more.

“A fever. You’ve worked yourself sick, ch'eo ch'acah.”

His voice sounds so distant.

Thrawn delicately brushes his thumbs over the ridge of your cheeks, examining you closely as if he could pinpoint what exactly ailed you. And how he could fix it. He says something else, presumably finding what out what he needed and telling you he’ll return, but the feel of your hand holding his against your cheek stops him.

“Don’t.. Don’t leave,” your voice is hoarse, straining to get the words out, “feels good.”

Thrawn sighs. Even when you’re well he has trouble denying you, now with you ill he doesn’t stand a chance. He settles himself on the edge of your bed, running a cool hand through strands of your sweat soaked hair.

He growls for the aide loitering outside to bring medicine as you fall back asleep.

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Proposal 2 (10/31)

Din crouches down beside you, “After this, let’s get married.”

You decide now under the flurry of pistol fire, in the heat of battle, that there is a moron underneath all that beskar. He has terrible timing and zero sense of romance. Really!

“Only if we get out of this alive!”

But you love him anyway.

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Falling in love (9/31)

➥   Fives x Medic!Reader | 124

⚠️  Non-Graphic Mention of Blood

Fives loves the medics a little too much.

notes: falling in love is corny, let’s do meme

Fives is a menace. It’s common knowledge among the medical team. Typically, he’s Kix’s problem and the trooper always has a few harsh words for Fives when he winds up here. But Kix isn’t here, he’s out on the field so when Fives stumbles in covered in blood he becomes your problem.

You patch him up as he mumbles lovesick nonsense at you.

You chalk it up to the blood loss.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” Fives gazes starry eyed at you.

“Get up then! We need the bed!” You huff and snip the end off a stitch. If this is what Kix has to put up with on the regular, you have a new found respect for the other medic.

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Pillow Talk (8/31)

➥   Din Djarin x Reader | 295

⚠️  Suggestive Language

Din has a hard time staying on task teaching you Mando’a.

notes: if you want to learn mando’a, get a mandalorian lover.

The world is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of a setting sun, and for a brief moment no one is in any danger. It’s nice. You sigh and lean back against a tree, watching the fire as you wait for Din to return from tucking the child into bed. He’d worn himself out exploring and terrorizing bugs and insects alike.

Din returns to the campfire with the clink and clank of beskar, dropping down onto the ground beside you.

“Ready for another lesson?”

You nod excitedly, shifting to sit up more comfortably. Since you had been traveling together Din had taken to teaching you bits and pieces of Mando’a — time permitting, of course. Your vocabulary mostly consisted of swears though.

He seems to think for a moment before reaching out to take your hand, holding it up between you two.

“Gaan.”

You look between Din and your hands, butterflies going wild in your stomach. You softly repeat after him, doing your best to pronounce it as he does. Feel bold, you press a kiss to the worn leather of his gloves. Your cheeks burn hot.

Din inhales sharply, and you’d swear he could hear your heart hammering in your chest.

He releases your hand and in that moment you fear you have overstepped your bounds with him. Instead he shifts closer to you, Din’s hand comes up once again but this time rubbing the pad of his thumb over your lips.

“Uram,” Din’s voice comes through the helmet rough, husky. Dark.

You’re a little too dazed to figure out the meaning, leaning into his touch and fluttering your eyelashes. The world goes dark as Din presses a hand over your eyes, yanking his helmet off with the other. His lips collide eagerly into yours.

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Movie Night (7/31)

➥   Wolfpack x Reader | 304

⚠️  Suggestive Themes

Wolffe, Sinker, and Boost settle in to watch one of your favorite Life Day movies.

With a massive bowl of popcorn in hand, you maneuver your way past Sinker and Boost, swatting at a few playfully wandering hands. Wolffe shakes his head, taking the bowl from you so you can settle between his stretched out legs. Sinker reaches over to grab a handful of popcorn only to have Wolffe hold it out of his reach.

“Magic words?” Wolffe smirks.

“I won’t kick your ass?”

Sinker gets a fistful of popcorn thrown at him in retaliation.

“Hey!” You try to break up the food fight, snuggling back into Wolffe’s chest before taking the popcorn away from him. “Quit it, we’ve got a movie to watch! Kashyyyk Alone! It’s about a young wookiee who was accidentally left behind while his village when on a pilgrimage for Life Day! But it comes under attack and he has to defend the village by himself!”

Boost chuckles at your enthusiasm, “Sounds like it’ll be fun. Start it up.”

You’re more than happy to comply, pressing play on the remote as the guys settle in. You take a piece of popcorn and offer it to Wolffe behind you. He eats it out of your hand, nipping lightly at your fingertips.

Wolffe was the only one to make it through the movie.

Boost and Sinker fell asleep about half-way, leaning against each other as they drifted off. Sleep claimed you as well. You tried to make it but the darkened room, and the warmth of Wolffe’s chest proved too tempting. The Commander found he couldn’t complain. Moments like these were valuable. When the people he cherished most were safe, and content.

You sigh and shift in your sleep, catching Wolffe’s attention. Calloused fingers gently brush over your back and you settle down once more, cheek pillowed against his chest.

“Guess I should get some rest too..”

[ghastily]

✎ — December: Children (6/31)

➥   Waxer x Female!Reader, Boil x Female!Reader | 218

⚠️  Pregnancy

You tell your boyfriends their Life Day present might be a few months late.

notes: Waxer and Boil being soft with Numa made my heart go thump thump.

It was originally Waxer’s idea to buy toys for the orphanage. He and Boil, who required some convincing, eventually saved up enough that each child would have a gift for Life Day — a toy they would personally deliver. You even tossed in some of your own savings, as did Commander Cody once he got wind of it. Even though he denied Waxer’s request to paint their gear.

You stood off to the side with Boil, pressed against him as you both watch Waxer. He was passing out gifts all while gleefully soaking up the attention that came with a swarm of excited children.

“You know, there’s still one present that hasn’t been handed out.”

Boil frowns, “Really? I counted them all with Waxer two nights ago.”

You tilt your head back to look at him, casting a sly smile in his direction. He glances between your expression and the way your hand smooths over your stomach. Boil’s eyes slowly begin to widen, and you grin as he puts two and two together.

“No,” He sputters, “Really? You’re..?”

“Mhm..”

“Oh.. Wow,” Boil looks over at Waxer just as he’s tackled to the ground by giggling kids, “Does he..?”

You shake your head.

“Not yet, later. He seems to be having fun right now.”

“He’s going to lose his mind.”

[ghastily]

✎  —   December: Shopping (5/31)

➥   Mentioned Rex x Reader, Ahsoka + Reader friendship | 196

Ahsoka offers some helpful advice in picking out a present for Rex.

You collapse into a chair across from Ahsoka, surrounded by bags upon bags of gifts you had purchased with her help. You ignore the curious stares of other cafe-goers, sighing in relief now that you were off your sore, aching feet. You were almost finished. There was just one more present to buy — an important one.

“I still can’t decide what to get him.”

It had been a year since you started dating Rex and you felt you knew him well enough, but every idea for a gift you came up with fell short. They just didn’t feel .. right. Something special was missing and you couldn’t quite put your finger on what.

“I think he’ll love anything you give him,” Ahsoka rests her chin in her hands, a soft smile gracing her features, “but you could always get him something more sentimental. Small, that he can carry with him into battle?”

Something small and sentimental?

You rattled the thought around in your head. Perhaps something like a locket on a chain, your picture and a few words to encourage him along when he’s away.

“That’s an idea. Ahsoka, you’re a genius!”

She beams at the praise.