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clone-anon · 4 months
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Finding a Way
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Pairing: Hevy x GN!Reader
Rating: SFW, we’ll say PG-13
Word Count: 2522
Warnings: Explosion at Rishi Station, some angst but plenty of fluff, description of injuries and healing, kissing, cuddling
A/N: This was written for @sinfulsalutations as part of the @rare-clone-fic-exchange. I hope you enjoy this. It's my first time writing Hevy, but I love him.
Summary: This is a Hevy Lives AU. You're a GAR contractor who takes supplies to various outposts, including Rishi Station. You strike up a friendly relationship with Hevy and are devastated to learn of the explosion, doing what you can to reach out to him once he heals, and getting a lot closer along the way.
Other characters mentioned: Domino Squad, 99, and OC clone medic Shots
Hevy did not like Rishi Station. All that training just to get here? The time passed in the usual way.  You connected via comms, bringing a shipment of cargo in for the squad.  He acknowledged when you asked for permission to land.  Your job had you skipping around to various outposts bringing supplies. Sometimes, you were the only outside face they saw for many rotations. 
You landed and Hevy greeted you as you got off the ship.  Echo confirmed the cargo you brought was exactly what they ordered. Ration bars, dehydrated soup mix, standard issue soap and shampoo, and five sets of spare blacks.  The boys all helped you unload the cargo and Hevy decided to walk you back to the ship. He didn’t have to. He wasn’t sure what propelled him forward, but he thought it would be a nice gesture.
“Thanks, Hevy,” you said, just before boarding.
“My pleasure,” he replied.  He smiled slightly and gave a small nod.  You returned the smile and had a feeling this was going to become your favorite stop on this route.
Every two weeks you would stop at Rishi Station with supplies and every two weeks Hevy would be there to greet you. You got to know Domino Squad well and made sure it was your last stop of the day so that you could take your time without having to worry about where you were headed next. You started including a few things that were not standard issue, just so they didn’t feel forgotten out there. They appreciated the fresh fruit, candy, and puzzles.
“You don’t have to do that,” Hevy said, as he watched his brothers immediately start scrutinizing one of the puzzles, excited for something new.
“I know,” you answered, “I just thought you’d like it.”
“I do,” he said with a smile. “I mean, er, we do. We definitely do.”
He walked you to your ship again, but instead of boarding right away, you stood outside long enough to look at the stars. You didn’t want to stay out too long with the local fauna being what they were, but you loved how clear the sky was tonight and you were really starting to like Hevy. He was strong and loyal to his brothers, but there was a gentleness to him too.  You looked at the night sky together and showed him some of the routes you took, your finger tracing a course between dotted planets. Hevy committed them to memory so he could think about you flying around out there, somehow close even if you weren’t there with him.
“If they ever let me off this moon, can I take you on a proper date?”  The question escaped his lips before he even had the chance to stop himself.
“I’d like that very much,” you replied.  “I live on Coruscant. I’m sure we could find something to do.”
“It’s a date then,” he said, reaching for your hand. You softly clasped his hand in your own, giving it a light squeeze and feeling heat fill your cheeks.  You were stuck staring into each others eyes and smiling when your chrono went off, reminding you that you definitely had to leave.
“I’m sorry,” you sighed.
“I understand,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze in return and letting it go. “Until next time.”
You nodded with a grin and got on your shuttle. He watched you fly away before rejoining his brothers.
There was not to be a next time, though.  You’d never go back to Rishi Station.  Several rotations after you left, there was an attack.  You heard about it from some other troopers on your route and your heart dropped to the floor.  It was another rotation before Echo managed to find you through a GAR database and managed to contact you.  They were back on Kamino with Hevy.  He’d nearly died, but somehow, the side panel on the bomb they made managed to stay intact and push him out of the building, protecting him from certain death.  Still, he was badly injured and the Kaminoans weren’t sure he would make it. If several jedi generals hadn’t intervened, he might not have found himself in a bacta tank. He had massive burns all over his body and a massive concussion along with internal bruising.  The recovery would not be easy.  His armor had been mostly destroyed, but it helped save him.
When you received the message, you read it as quickly as you could, hoping against hope that it wasn’t as bad as it sounded. You started crying when you read that Hevy was alive. Although your heart broke every time you got to know a clone and found out the war had taken them, Hevy was special to you. You gave yourself a moment to let the tears flow as relief swept through your being.  Once you were ready, you read the rest of the message. Hevy was doing poorly, but they were trying to keep him alive long enough for him to heal. Echo and Fives had joined the 501st and Hevy was set to join too, as long as he pulled through.  He was stuck on Kamino in the meantime.  He and Fives wanted you to know, but they couldn’t say more than that.  You immediately asked if you could come and see him, but the Kaminoans didn’t want that.  You didn’t really have a reason to be on Kamino and sneaking you in so you could visit had its risks.  Your heart sank again, but in your correspondence, Fives had an idea.  He asked if you could send a voice recording for Hevy and they could play it to him to try to help lift his spirits. They didn’t know if he could even hear it while in the bacta tank, but it was worth a shot.
And so, Echo and Fives found themselves standing outside Hevy’s bacta tank playing your recording multiple times a day. Hi Hevy. It’s me. I heard what you did and what happened. I’m proud of you and you need to get better. You still owe me a date. Promise me you’ll be there.  When Echo and Fives had to ship out with the 501st for their next mission, they gave the recording to 99, who sat there diligently playing your message at least once a day and keeping Hevy company.  After a couple rotations he started to notice Hevy’s hand twitched when he heard the recording.
Hevy heard your voice and his brain was trying to comprehend where he was. Was he alive? How was he alive? He felt himself floating and could hear 99’s voice after yours. He wished more than anything to see his brothers and to see you.  He promised himself he’d find his way back to you. 
It was only one more rotation and he was out of the tank.  He was greeted by 99, a medical droid, and a clone medic named Shots. 
“Glad to have you back, Hevy,” smiled 99, as the droid and Shots helped Hevy dry off and lay down.
“Glad to be back, 99,” he replied.
Shots and the droid started scanning Hevy and he just rolled his eyes.
“I just woke up,” he protested.
“Yes, but the faster we scan you and confirm you’re fine, the sooner you can leave,” Shots retorted with a grin. 
Hevy sighed and waited, keeping a particular eye on the droid.  There wasn’t a single clone he knew who loved the medbay or wanted to spend more time there than they had to.
“Okay, looks like your burns healed, internal bruises are mostly gone, and you have no signs of concussion,” Shots reported. “We’ll get you a training session to see how that goes, but barring any major issues, you should be ready for duty.”
Hevy was pleased with the news.  99 walked him down to his temporary quarters and told him what happened during and after the explosion. Hevy took in the information and accepted that it just wasn’t his time yet. At least they had been successful in defending Rishi Station. 
“99?”
“Yes?” 
“There was another voice. When I was in the tank. I heard your voice and one other.”  He didn’t want to give too much away, but he had to know.
“Oh yes,” 99 replied.  “Echo left this for you. Something about communicating with a supplier?”
Hevy smiled. “Thanks 99.”
A couple rotations later he passed a physical exam, was cleared to join the 501st, and headed out into battle, but not before following the instructions Echo left for how to contact you.  It all seemed to happen so quickly in your mind.  He nearly died and they were already sending him into battle. In his message, he explained what he remembered and promised you he’d be on Coruscant soon.  You wanted to see him before he headed into battle, but knew that’s not how the GAR worked.
You kept yourself busy in the meantime, still delivering supplies to the outposts and adding a new stopping point. Every time you went past the old route that would have taken you to Rishi, you smiled to yourself. You missed that stop. You missed him.  You were thankful you got to have some text correspondence while he was gone so you knew he made it through each day. He wasn’t allowed to say much about where he was or what he was doing as that was on a need-to-know basis and the army certainly didn’t want to risk soldier’s transmissions being intercepted while communicating with a civilian, but you heard from him and that got you through the day.  Your messages started getting more personal, allowing him to know you and asking questions about him. You told him about a cool plant you saw in the market or the new flavor of ration bar which did not taste as good as was advertised.
On his end, Hevy looked for a new message from you every chance he got. They always made him smile.  He loved reading about life on Coruscant, learning about your friends and the places you liked to go. He loved all the little details too.  He had gotten to know you and really liked you before the accident, but he was seriously falling for you now. He would be on Coruscant soon and felt his heart pound as he wrote, “So what about that date?”
On your end, you had to read the words over and over, just to make sure you still weren’t making it up.  You replied, “I’m ready when you are.”
The day came and your mind was only on him. You didn’t pretend to care about work that day, so much as deciding to take the day off so you weren’t distracted while flying.  Hevy wore a new set of fatigues and stood a little awkwardly at your predetermined meet-up location, but he didn’t have to wait long.  As soon as he saw you he ran to embrace you. It felt like the most natural thing. You held on to his back and shoulders, subconsciously trying to make sure he was really here. You breathed deeply and felt tears coming to your eyes. You pulled away from the hug a little, your hands tracing down each arm and resting on his hands.
“You’re here,” you said, looking up into his beautiful brown eyes. “You’re really here.”
He hugged you again. “I finally made it, cyare.”
There was so much you wanted to show him.  You took his hand and led him through that part of town, stopping at one of your favorite places to eat.  He wanted to try more food than he could possibly fit in his stomach and you told him you’d just have to bring him there back again and again.  Now that he was here you could take your time. Even though the war was still going on, you had this moment right now and you weren’t going to waste it.  Hevy loved walking around with you and held your hand the entire time, not wanting to let go. You walked him through a small festival, enjoying the music while lights shown through blown glass art in every color.  It was beautiful, but it was even better that you were sharing the experience. You chatted well into the night until the festival was starting to shut down. 
“I don’t want this night to end,” you admitted.
“I don’t either,” he agreed.
“When do you ship out next?”
“A week. The 501st boys really needed a break. I just joined them, but they’ve been out there fighting for a long time without shore leave.”
“Hevy,” you retorted with a grin, “You are part of them now and you need a break too. Besides, you just got blown up.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough.”
You looked down and thought for a moment.
“What is it,” he asked. “Is something wrong?”
You shook your head. “I was just wondering if maybe you’d like to spend the night at my place. Nothing more than… I don’t know if that would be too much.”
“I’d love to,” he answered. “I’d also love to kiss you.”
You beamed and leaned toward him.  His lips planted firmly on yours made you both smile. As he pulled away you surged forward just a bit to leave one more little kiss for him.
He took your hand and let you lead the way. You were just one level down and it wasn’t long before you let him inside, suddenly wondering why you hadn’t cleaned up more. Hevy didn’t mind though. He didn’t even notice. He liked seeing where you live and seeing your personality in the little items you had around your home.  After you both took your boots off, he grinned and picked you up, kissing you again.
“Oh! Hevy!” You looked down, a little unsure.  He calmly looked up at you, happy to have you in his arms.
“I carry a Z-6 rotary cannon,” he said confidently.  Then, a little softer he added, “I could carry you anywhere. Just say the word.”
You leaned down and rested your forehead to his, placing your arms on his shoulders and smiling down at him.
You whispered, “For tonight, how about you just take me that way.” You tilted your head and looked down the hallway toward your bedroom.
He grinned, “I can do that.”
You found yourselves in bed, snuggling against each other. While the environment was new to him, because it was you and your home, he immediately relaxed. Right now, the war didn’t exist. Right now, he was with you. He was alive and here and happy.  He settled against the pillow and pulled you a little closer.  You kissed him again.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” you said quietly.
“So am I, cyar’ika.”
You listened to his heartbeat and felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. It was comforting.  It wasn’t long before you fell asleep in each other’s arms, wanting nothing more than to steal away any moment with him you could get.
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vodika-vibes · 7 months
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Jealousy
Pairing: Hevy x Reader Word Count: 1206 Warnings: Fluff Songs: None Prompt: "Wait a minute...are you jealous?" A/N: So, once again, I'm writing for a clone who only shows up in like 3 episodes. Hevy and Cutup are both members of the 212. Fives, Echo, and Droidbait are all 501st.
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“Babe, are you sure you want to do this?” You roll your eyes when you hear Hevy whine, and promptly ignore him to finish curling your hair.
“This is important to my mother, Hevy. So yes, I’m sure I want to do this.” You reply after a moment, turning your head slightly to examine your curls, before setting the curling iron on the counter.
“Your mother hates me.”
“She…it isn’t personal, Hevy. She hates everyone.” You say with a sigh, turning on your stool to look at him, “You don’t have to come, Hevy.”
“Yeah, I do.” He replies.
“If you’re not comfortable around my mother, or my family-”
“Babe.” He stands and walks over to you, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders, “The last time you spent any time with your family, they made you cry. I’m not letting you face that alone.”
You look up at him, a small smile crossing your face, “My hero~”
“Yeah, yeah.” He ducks down slightly and kisses your forehead, “You ready?”
“Um…I’m not sure.” You lightly push him away and stand, walking over to the mirror hanging on your closet door. You turn left and right, looking at your outfit, your hair, your shoes, your make-up. “Maybe I should change?”
Hevy sits on the stool you abandoned, “Babe. You look amazing. The color suits you.”
“You’re just saying that because it’s your color.” You reply, without looking at him, “Maybe it’s too bright? I should change into a more muted color-”
“Hey. Hey, no.” He stands and quickly intercepts you before you pull open the closet, “You shouldn’t have to dim yourself to make your family happy. You look amazing.”
You sigh, and lean your forehead against his chest, “Just…want them to be happy to see me for once.” You admit.
You feel his fingers twitch against your back, and you glance up at his face. He’s glaring at the wall, “If they find you lacking,” He says through gritted teeth, “Then that speaks more about them and their personality than about you and yours.”
You smile at him, “That’s sweet, Hevy.”
“Yeah, well. I have a little experience with family expecting the worst of you.” Hevy replies blandly, “You never saw how some of the others treated us Dominos before we were pulled into the 501st and 212th.”
“And now look at you, an ARC Trooper who works directly under Commander Cody.” You say with a warm, and very proud, smile. 
He grins, “My point, darling,” Hevy says as he lightly strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers, “Is that I get it.”
“I know.” You hook your arms around his waist and smile up at him adoringly, “You really think I look good?”
“I think you look amazing. Where did you even find a dress in 212th gold?” Hevy asks.
“I special ordered it.” You reply cheerfully, “This will probably be the only time I wear it, honestly.”
Hevy’s heavy gaze scans your body, “I’m sure I can come up with a reason for you to wear it somewhere else.” He replies, and then he lightly tugs you out of the bedroom, “But, we’re already going to be fashionably late, babe.”
You allow him to guide you out of the apartment, making sure to grab your purse and jacket on your way out of your home, “Don’t forget your jacket, love.”
“Yeah, I have it.” Hevy replies as he pulls his own nice jacket on, and then guides you out of the building and towards the taxi.
Half an hour later, the taxi pulls up in front of the Coruscant Convention Center, and Hevy rolls his eyes as he opens the door for the pair of you. “Your mother really rented the whole convention center for this?”
“Well. Mother has always had more money than sense.” You reply as you allow Hevy to help you out of the vehicle. “I’m sure she invited a lot more people than she said she did.”
“Of course she did.” Hevy says under his breath, “What do you think she’s playing at?”
“With my mother? Who knows.” You take his hand and you smile brightly at him as he takes your hand and presses his lips against your knuckles.
“You know, we could always make a break for it,” He murmurs against the skin of your knuckles.
You laugh, “We’re already here, Hevy.”
“Tragically. You should know, I told Cutup to call in 30 minutes and fake an emergency-” Hevy admits.
You laugh again, and tug him towards the building. “Well, we can surely handle 30 minutes until Cutup comes to our rescue.”
You push the doors to the convention center open, and step into the open foyer, which had been tastefully decorated in golds and silvers. And then your mother was there, dressed in her finest silver gown, “Darling, you made it!” Your mother flashes the same fake smile that she’s always shown you, “And…you brought your clone.”
“My boyfriend?” You correct with just a hint of sarcasm, “He does have a name, you know.”
“So you keep saying.” The older woman replies, distastefully, “Nevermind that. There’s someone here I want you to meet.”
“What, are you getting married again?” You ask as you lean against Hevy.
“Oh, not me. I found you a fiance.” Your mother says brightly.
Hevy stiffens behind you, and his grip on your hip tightens. You glance up at him in concern, and see that his expression has become totally blank.
“Well. That’s nice.” You say slowly, “But I think we’re just going to leave.” 
“I beg your pardon?”
“I’m an adult, you don’t get to make those kinds of decisions for me. Not since I was an actual child.” You reply flatly, “Come on, Hevy.”
“If you walk out those doors, you’ll find yourself cut off.” Your mother threatens.
“I haven’t used your money since I was 16, mother.” You counter, “Come on, Hevy.” You tug on his arm, pulling him out of the convention center, and down to the street. 
Hevy stares at you, and you stare right back at him, “You didn’t even hesitate.” He says slowly.
“Of course not. I chose you, you goof.” You smile at him and reach up to touch his cheek, “I love you.”
Something thaws in his eyes, “Thought you would have at least met him-”
“Wait a minute…are you jealous?” You ask, eyes wide.
“Well. Maybe a little,” He lightly grips your hips, “It’s not like I’m ever going to be able to provide you enough money to rent out a convention center.” Hevy jokes weakly.
“Hm. You know, I grew up in a family that could do things like rent out convention centers, and I was never happy.” You reply as you lean against him and rest your hands on his chest, “You, Hevy, make me happy. I never feel lonely when I’m around you. And that is so much more important to me.”
He smiles at you, and ducks his head to kiss you. “Love you, mesh’la.” Hevy murmurs.
“Love you too.” You reply, sliding your hands up his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“You wanna go get some food, and then go home, babe?”
“Absolutely.”
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imarvelatthestars · 1 year
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The Force Flows - A Series
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Captain Keeli x Reader
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Glitch x Nila (OC) x Hevy
updated Jan. 25, 2023
Part 1
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egonscarif · 1 year
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the domino squad getting down to kpop at 79s (canon)
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knightprincess · 1 year
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Forgive Me (Echo x Fem! Medic Reader) Part 1
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Synopsis: The Republic’s decision to hire natural born medics + A certain rookie joining the 501st Legion = Another love(ish) story in a galaxy far far away ... 
Warning: None (Although not proof read) Words: 1.1K  Era: Clone Wars/Bad Batch Note: I will make a masterlist for this when I upload part 2 
The Rishi Station was always lacking in the entertainment department. The dull mental walls were nothing out of the ordinary, nor was the landscape outside the station anything to write home about. Being forbidden to go outside never really helped, the dangerous and normally hungry Rishi Eels always on the hunt for something to eat. So the rookie troopers and Sergeant O'Niner normally had to find things to entertain themselves. Some of them counted the time being the ships coming and going, others told stories of their cadet days. For the Domino Squad things were no different. O'Niner would walk the corridors and inspect barracks at a moments notice, where as Droidbait often walked the landing pad, if only to escape the prison the base had become. 
Fives and Hevy could often be found listening to the something via the Holonet, whilst entering into an arm wrestling tournament. Echo on the other hand took the quiet days to read reg manuals or anything else he could get his hands on. While Cutup could often be found randomly cleaning weapons, doing inventory or messing about with the Gonk Droids keeping them company at the base. The few times the Rookie squad had attempted to pull a few pranks, O'Niner had caught on and shut the ideas down quickly, stating their role on the base was important, even if it was often quiet and well boring. 
"The sooner we leave this place the better" once again muttered Hevy, his feet up on one of the many control panels. As always nothing was going on outside, neither of them had seen a ship in hours. He soon began to think of all the ruthless training each had been put through as cadets, the obstacles they had to overcome in order to graduate. Each of them had been prepared for the cruel battlefield, the endless threat of danger and the weight that would be put on their shoulders. Rishi Station was anything but the battlefield expected. The only danger were the eels outside and the threat of being bored to tears and possible death. 
"Think of something else. Like a night out at 79's if we ever get to Coruscant" commented Cutup, hearing the familiar gonk sound coming from behind him. The droid once again following him, as if a lost pet looking for its owner. "We've all heard stories of the place. The loud music, dancing, drinking, everyone having a good time" added the rookie, stopping the moment he opened his eyes and remembered they were currently stationed at the one place fun didn't seem to exist. Fives soon looked over to Echo, then to Hevy, clearly something passing through his thoughts, although he didn't voice them. 
"I heard the republic were hiring natural born's to help the medics" voiced Droidbait, as he returned from another stroll across the landing pad. Like always nothing interesting going on out there, no ships to speak of. Just the normal sight of Kamino in the distance and a few stars twinkling above. The only movement being the eels looking for something to chow down on. Droidbait soon removed his helmet, taking notice of his brothers attention turning to him quickly. His words clearly being news to them, or at least of interest. But then again hearing the familiar gonk could be interesting at times too. 
"Can they send one here?" exclaimed Hevy, boredom ringing in his voice, as he won another round of arm wrestling against Fives. The only thing they wagered was whom had to check the screen when the time came. If they bet anything at all. "Made whomever they send could lighten things up around here" added the bored clone. In his mind anything was better than being there. The quietness was driving him insane, even the cadet training was far more interesting to remember than being at the station was. 
"Or be bored to tears as quick as we were" announced Fives, although the idea of a medic being stationed with them was something that brought a bit of mischief to him and likely Hevy. Being on the station wasn't something he'd wish on his fellow clone brothers, let alone anyone else. "Who'd wanna be stuck here of all places, nothing ever happens, unless you count Cutup being stalked by the Gonk Droids" added the prankster, his smirk returning moments later upon remembering some of the rule breaking days on Kamino. 
"That's not true. We've got the voices in the empty corridors late at night" stated Echo, chuckling when the others stopped what they'd been doing and turned their attention to him. Even Droidbait looked confused, where as Cutup shook his head in disbelief or acceptance. Fives eyed him carefully, as if trying to determine if his words were a joke or not. 
"You sure it wasn't O'Niner talking in his sleep again?" asked Droidbait, debating whether to take Echo's words seriously, all while waiting to see what Fives reaction was. It wasn't any secret Fives and Echo were the two most likely to pull pranks. Even if Echo did stick to the rules, well most of the time. 
"That's loud snoring doofus" responded Cutup, although he wouldn't say it out loud. He could have sworn he'd heard voices down the vacant halls before. At first he thought it was one of the Gonk droids but soon thought otherwise upon determining the voices were more like a whisper than a single mechanically repeated word. 
"Did the voices say they are dying of boredom?" sarcastically asked Hevy, quickly taking his feet on the panel upon noticing O'Niner enter the area. Each of them saluted their sergeant. The commanding officer likely delivering the reports on his daily inspection of weapons and barracks, as well as the mandatory armor maintenance. O'Niner didn't say anything as he inspected each of them, not even when he noticed the dust on Droidbait's helmet and armor. Instead he simply nodded and left the area again, a hint of a smile on his lips when catching the Gonk droids edging closer to Cutup again. 
"No, they just mentioned how in love with you they are" retorted Fives, picking the conversation up where they left it. Simply adding his own playful comment to it, before looking to the screen close by, once again checking the terrain for any sign of movement or anything that would bring life to the station, besides the normal supply ship. 
"Very funny Fives" commented Hevy, slapping the younger clone on the back of the shoulder, in an equally playful way. A shadow of a smirk appearing on his lips, as his focus returned to Echo, whom was once again lost. Although not in the reg manuals he'd been reading lately, but rather his own thoughts. Although it was anyone's guess what had gripped his rookie mind this time, maybe it was his future aspirations of becoming an Arc Trooper, or new ideas of causing havoc on the otherwise dull moon, likely with Fives's assistance. There was the off chance something else entirely had gripped Echo, perhaps even Droidbait's words of the republic hiring natural born medics had caught his attention. 
Forgive Me Masterlist
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Title: Doctor’s Orders (Domino Squad)
Summary: Domino Squad has a fitness assessment and things don’t go as planned.
Words: 1522
Warnings: brief mention of dislocated shoulder
 For notwhatiseem who requested "the reader being an assistant on Kamino? The clones trust them the most when they need checkups and try to show off during training. If this is too generic than it can be with just Domino squad because I love them."
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 You walk down the line of cadets, handing out bio-monitors. The cadets of Domino Squad are cycle nine, biologically eighteen. Normally they’d have until their tenth cycle to finish their training, but with the war in full swing, and casualty rates high, new troopers are needed badly. They’re only a few weeks away from graduation. The cadets of Wesk Squad are younger, about seventeen, biologically.
 Today, they’re taking a fitness assessment. They’d all had a physical in the medbay, which you’d supervised, and now, you’ll be monitoring their vitals in real-time as they run an obstacle course in their training armor.
 “Keep the monitors on your wrists at all time,” you say, nearing the end of the line. “I need your resting vitals before the test begins, and the system will time how quickly you return to baseline after you run the course.”
 “We know the drill, doc,” Fives says, winking at you.
 One of his squadmates nudges him with an elbow.
 “I know you know, Fives,” you say. “But sometimes, repeating instructions can be beneficial.”
 You wink at the clone who’d nudged Fives, knowing that his squadmates sometimes call him Echo. He ducks his head and blushes.
“Which squad has the fastest time so far?” one of the cadets from Wesk Squad asks.
 “Krill Squad’s had the fastest time,” you say. “They finished in just under twelve minutes. Each cadet has three minutes to complete the course, so that should tell you something.”
 The course is ten obstacles, some of them with a pool of water beneath should a cadet fall. The course is intended to test speed, upper body strength, agility, and stamina.
 You hear a few low whistles as the figure out Krill’s runtimes. With a smile, you step onto your observation platform and tap the controls to take up in the air so you can watch.
 “On your marks,” you say.
 The first two, CT-782 of Domino and CT-2637 of Wesk, take their positions at the start of the course.
 “Get set.”
 Both cadets crouch slightly and lean forward.
 “Go,” you say, starting your stopwatch.
 782 launches himself toward the course, a couple of steps ahead of 2637. He leaps onto the first obstacle, 8 angled platforms over a shallow pool of water, and bounds nimbly from one platform to the next. He finishes a second behind 2637, heading for the second obstacle.
 The cadets must push a 200 lb. weight up a steep incline, then weave their way back down via the series of switchbacks. 782 is three seconds faster than 2637. From there, the cadets scale a pole with alternating pegs as hand and foot holds, then start across a series of ropes. Each rope is attached to a rotating head that force the cadets to manage a drop of about a foot or risk ending up in another pool of water.
 2637 handles the drops nicely, but 782 fumbles the last one and nearly ends up in the water. He somehow saves himself, but then has to haul himself back up the rope to the platform where the fifth obstacle starts. He’s now a good six seconds behind his Wesk counterpart.
 “Come on ’82,” Fives shouts.
 “You can do it,” 2010, another Domino squad member, encourages.
 You smile at the comradery. Domino Squad had only been thrown together a few months ago, after a series of accidents left the five cadets as the only members of their original squads. They’ve been having a hard time forming a cohesive group, but for the moment at least, they seem to be coming together.
 782 hauls himself up the sixth obstacle, an inverted wall with thin ledges that only allows the climber to use their fingertips. Then its descending across another wall, still by fingertips only, until he comes to a drop at the bottom of which is a small trampoline.
 Both cadets hit the trampoline at the same time and are catapulted up to the seventh obstacle. Using hands and feet against opposing walls, the cadets make their way for about twenty-five feet, having to hop a two-foot gap in the middle, before continuing on to the next obstacle.
 You check the cadets’ vitals. Heart rate, respirations, and stress levels are all well within acceptable parameters for this type of exertion.
 782 and 2637 race through the last three obstacles, with 2637 leading, and tag their next squad mate in line to start their run.
 2010 from Domino, and 5509 from Wesk take off for their runs. They both seem evenly matched, neither taking the lead or falling behind for long. But 5509 doesn’t quite hit the trampoline at the right angle and ends up falling into the water.
 Echo is on the falling rope obstacle when he slips, like 782 had, and in his attempt to catch himself on the ropes, something pops. You hear the sound from your observation platform and gasp. Echo yells as he falls into the pool below the obstacle.
 One of the Wesk cadets, 5385, runs for the pool before you even manage to direct your platform to land. He tosses his helmet aside and dives in without hesitation. With a jolt, you realize that Echo hasn’t surfaced yet. The rest of Domino and Wesk charge forward, lining the pool. 5385 surfaces, his arms around Echo’s torso.
 “’22,” 5385 calls.
 ‘22 kneels at the side of the pool.
 “Take him,” 5385 says. “Just be careful of his right shoulder. I think it’s dislocated.”
 ’22 slides his arms around Echo’s chest while 5385 moves to Echo’s legs.
 “We can take him,” Fives says, stepping forward.
 You placed a hand on his shoulder. “They’ve already got Echo. Let them finish.” You turn to the other cadets. “The rest of you step back. I’ve called for med droids. They’ll be here in a minute.”
 ’22 and the other cadet carefully lift Echo out of the pool. 5385 boosts himself out of the water, wringing water out of his long hair. You moved to kneel at Echo’s side, removing his helmet. He coughs then sucks in a ragged breath.
 “Owe,” he groans, reaching for his right shoulder.
 “Just lie still,” you say, catching his hand. “The med droids are on the way.”
 Echo’s face, already pale from shock, goes paler. “Can’t you just reduce it here and give me some pain meds, doctor?”
 You know a lot of the cadets hate the medbay. The Kaminoans and medical droids are cold, impersonal. And there are stories about what happens to cadets who are too badly wounded, who’s recovery will take too long.
 None of your patients have ever gone missing, and you mean to keep it that way.
 “I’m sorry, Echo,” you say. “But that was quite the fall you took. I need to run a few tests to make sure you didn’t do more than dislocate your shoulder.”
 Echo doesn’t look happy, but he grits his teeth and nods.
 “Can we come?” 2010 asks.
 “No one else is injured,” Fives says.
 “I could punch 782 in the face,” 4040 says.
 782 shoves 4040. “Not funny.”
 A couple of med droids float into the room escorting a hover gurney.
 “Domino Squad will accompany me to the medbay,” you say, rising to your feet. “Wesk Squad, we’ll need to reschedule your course run, but for now, the rest of the evening is yours.”
 The Wesk cadets salute and turn to file out of the training room.
 “5385, 6922,” you call.
 The two Wesk cadets face you.
 “Thanks for your help with Echo.”
 “Of course,” 5385 says with a shy smile.
 6922 nods, and the cadets leave with the rest of their squad.
 782 and Fives help Echo onto the hover gurney and you lead Domino Squad toward the medbay. It doesn’t take long to get Echo’s shoulder taken care of, and a scan shows nothing torn. You give him a shot of painkillers followed by an infusion of bacta into his shoulder, then fit him with an arm brace.
 “You need to wear this a minimum of three days,” you tell him. “Report back here before lights out each day so I can check how it’s healing.”
 “I don’t need to stay for observation?” Echo asks.
 You shake your head. “You’re free to go. I’ll send a comm to your trainer to let him know you’re on light duty until I clear you.”
 A relieved smiled breaks over Echo’s face. “Thanks, doctor. Um, our Citadel Challenge is in two weeks. Will I be able to do it?”
 The rest of Domino Squad edges closer, looking anxious.
 You hand Echo a plastifoil packet with some painkillers and a tube of bacta ointment. The clones heal at a faster rate than baseline humans, and the bacta will help too, but you hesitate to promise anything.
 “Use the ointment when you wake up and before you go to bed. Take the pills as needed for the pain and try not to overdo anything. We’ll reassess mid-week next week, if you don’t strain your shoulder during recovery. Now, all of you go get some food, then let Echo rest. Doctor’s orders.”
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 Notes:
 Domino Squad
Wesk Squad
CT-2010 "Droidbait"
CT-782 "Hevy"
CT-4040 "Cutup"
CT-1409 "Echo"
CT-5555 "Fives"
CT-2637
CT-5509
CT-2389
CT-5385 “Tup”
CT-6922 “Dogma”
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Sequel to this. Keep your eyes peeled for a part three.
"Ba'vod'u!" Iv'ika shrieked when you were still a good ways off. Hevy's mom led you to the cluster of buildings on her family's farm, and to your right you could see several family members working out in the golden fields, and even more in the orchards beyond them. A familiar face stood on top of the transport speeder, and he glanced up at your son's exclamation. When he caught sight of you, his face split into a grin. He hopped down and came running as fast as he could.
"Who'd you find at the market?" He asks his wife, kissing her and baby Hevy before snatching his namesake from your arms and tossing Fives up in the air.
"Higher! Higher!" Ives demanded.
Uncle Fives planted a big kiss on his nephew's cheek, and gave you a one armed hug.
"Babe, this is Echo's wife. You remember her and Fives Junior?" He winked at you.
"Yes, I do," She smiled at you.
"This is my wife," Fives placed his arms around her tightly and kissed the crown of her forehead for good measure, "And I assume you've met our baby boy Hevy?"
You nodded, "I can't believe you're alive! Rex said-"
"Yeah, that was a bit top secret," Fives chuckled.
"Big Bad ARC trooper here just barely came out of hiding in time to see his son be born," Fives' riduur teased lightly. She slipped their son from his sling and bounced him as the three of you talked.
"What are you doing out here on Dantooine?" Fives asked. Ives had squirmed to be let down, and was entertaining himself with the wildflowers that grew in the yard.
"We're out here on a supply run."
"A supply run? Who are you with?"
Hm. How to answer that?
Ives tugged on the hem of Fives' shirt holding out a flower "for the pretty lady." Fives grinned at his "little man" and slipped the flower behind his wife's ear even as she blushed profusely. Hevy reached out a chubby fist for the flower, and Fives slipped the bundle of joy from his wife's tired arms.
Then you realized, if you didn't know that Fives was alive, did he know that Echo was alive?
"Fives, I have someone I need you to meet."
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mel-13-29 · 10 months
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-She's 'into' me?-
paring - Wednesday addams x fem!reader
summary - y/n attends nevermore for the first time and meets someone named wednesday. enid confronts y/n and tells her about there mutual pining.
warnings - mutual pining - fluff - i think that's all if you find anymore please tell me i'll update!
1619 words its the first time i've wrote that much ——————— Fuck.
That was the only thing going through my mind the whole way to nevermore academy. the mear name makes me shiver.
The crazy school. yes. I heard rumors that there was a girl who almost killed someone. 
yeah sure. I punched someone in the face. but he deserved it. I saw him pushing a girl in a locker. and yeah I guess I should've just minded my business. but I'm a gentlewoman. I just had to punch him and I would do it again. 
and again. 
   and again. 
       and agai- 
But whatever it is what it is if I wasn't being sent to a fucking juvie for phycos now my parents are driving me there in their 6-year-old car I don't even know how it is still working. 
"Why am I even going to nevermore I only punched him and he deserved it," I say trying to change their mind I know they would still take me there but I had to put up a fight that dumb principles son what's his name oh right Jack.
"Cause you punched him!" my dad argues.
"That doesn't mean I have to change schools! it's the principal's son he probably told his dad."
"Enough of this young lady, you are going to nevermore, and you are going to love it there." my mom says closing the argument.
After that, I shut up being silent the whole way to Nevermore. 
And now I'm here in front of the gates of Nevermore. I feel crazy. I know if someone else did punch someone. they would just get detention but this was the principles son. a bastard among basterds he thinks he's the king of the school just because his dad is the principal? 'there are always people like that in the world all you have to do is prove them wrong' my grandma once said so I'll trust her, once I get out of this school. I will get back at Jack. 
I take my bags and hug my mom and dad then I say goodbye. the bags were kinda hevy but I think I'm strong enoph to cary them. I walk up the stairs. finally reaching my dormroom I had to put my bags down to open the door and I saw two people in my dorm. I thought I was in the wrong one until someone said. 
"Oh! you must be the new girl." a girl says standing up on her two feet. 
"Hi." I say awkwardly the other girl says 'awkward' in the background but I don't hear her all I was looking at was the plain room. that consisted of a plain twin bed, a normal bedside table, and nothing else honestly I expected worse. 
I put my bags down and the other girl leaves the girl said 'bye Yoko' so I assumed her name is Yoko. cute name for someone who looks like a real-life human zombie if it had not green skin. 
"The one who just left is Yoko she's you're roommate I'm just staying here Yoko's bed is very comfy so much better than mine," The girl says sitting back on the bed facing me.
"My name is Y/n what's yours?" I say asking her name and sitting down on the bed too. I can't just keep calling her 'girl' for the rest of the school year.
"Enid" enid says then akuward silece again
"Well, I have to go now," I say trying to get out of the awkward situation even though I don't even know how the school works I don't even know what to do after I get out of the room.
"But why you just got here I wanna get to know you!" Enid says standing up "Wait your new right? I can give you a tour?" Enid offers. I say yes. and now were walking down the halls of nevermore academy.
I never thought I'd be walking in the hallway of nevermore academy I thought if I was good enough. they wouldn't send me to detention or suspend me at all. 
for that matter, I just lived my life in silence. always letting the other kids take the spotlight. I just stayed hidden some people don't even know my name. it's dumb. but I loved it. I loved being the school mystery.
Of course, I never told my parents they would urge me to 'make friends' but those 'friends' always stay away from me for some reason. 
"Earth to y/n!" Enid says into my ear waving her hand in my face. crap. I was spaced out.
"What were you thinking about silly?" Enid questions. "I wasn't thinking about anything," I say quickly, trying to avoid the question then Enid opens her hands as if she was pointing at, the lunch room I supposed.
"This is the quad," Enid says introducing me to a place with lunch tables and people in black and blue outfits "Come on I'll introduce you to some of my friends," Enid says walking towards a guy.
"Y/n this is Ajax, ajax y/n," Enid says introducing me to a boy named Ajax I smile trying to look decently good for someone I just met.
"I'm Ajax," the boy says and reaches his hand out for me to shake. I shake his hand and then let go. 
"welp bye, Ajax I gotta introduce y/n to Wednesday!" Enid says, grabbing my hand and guiding me to wednesday.
"Who's wednesday?" I ask, wondering who the person was. 
"Wednesday my roomie," Enid says runing to a girl with an all-black attire she looked really pretty.
"Wednesday!" Enid shouts to get the girls' attention.
"Enid what are you doing here I thought you were with Yoko," wednesday says dully.
"Oh yeah but I wanted to give the new girl a tour around the place ya know so she doesn't get lost," Enid says excitedly to introduce me to her friend.
Wednesday looks at me with her black eyes like she was examining me for some reason it didn't feel odd I kinda got shy and looked down at my shoes until Enid put her hand on my shoulder I look up and see wednesday again it was not visible but I'm blushing
"y/n this is wednesday, wednesday this is Y/n," Enid says and I reach my hand out for wednesday to shake it was just an excuse to hold her hand but she only nodded I pull my hand away a little sad I didn't get to touch her hand
I wave my hand awkwardly not knowing what to do I mean she was just staring at me what am I supposed to do? 
"Well I'll leave you two alone I kinda have to do something," Enid says seeing the tension in the air I almost tell her to stay like she is the only one that can break the tension 
Wednesday walks away and I go after her now knowing what to do "So where are you going?" I ask and she turns her head slightly to look at me not blinking "I'm going to class why are you following me" she says I don't know why I'm following her I should stop I'm probably making her unconftrorbal 
I stop in my tracks and say "Ye-yeah I should go I have um ms. thornhill ill just ask someone else to show me her class" Wednesday hears this and grabs my hand before I could walk one step 
"That's also my class," she says dragging me through the hallways I was surprised but relaxed in her cold hands I'm holding her hand I'm holding her hand I'm holding her hand I'm holding her han- before I could think any further we reach a door I assume Miss. Thornhills class
"So this is miss. Thornhill's class?" I say a little disappointed when wednesday dropped my hand 
She doesn't answer and sits down on one of the chairs I sit next to her not knowing anyone in the class she glares at me but I look at the teacher focusing on the lesson
*Time skip*
It is now lunch and I look around for Enid or wednesday she walked out the door right when the lesson ended and I have to confront Enid for leaving me in that awkward situation 
I feel someone tap my shoulder and I look behind me seeing Wednesday and Enid hiding behind a pillar in the quad she has a thumbs up I feel like she knows something but I look back at wednesday 
"Um, do you need anything?" I ask not knowing why she would come up to me she looks at me with that look again just like when we first met which was 3 hours ago.
"Is Enid behind me?" she asks I nod and before I could ask why.
Wednesday walks away and enid runs towards me "What did she say?" Enid asks.
"She just said 'is enid behind me?' and then left why do you want to know?" I ask and her eyes widen.
"She's totally into you. I saw her walking out of the classroom and in the dorm, she wouldn't stop covering her mouth and looking down like she has never done that before. like ever." enid clams.
"What how- why would she be into me?" I ask stunned by the news. 
"I don't know but she's definitely into you and I know you're also into her 'cause I say you blush when she was looking at you don't try to lie," Enid says then walks off back to her dorm.
How can she also be into me I mean wednesday? how? wait if Enids telling the truth I might have a chance with her.
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coffeeandbatboys · 4 days
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Hey babes! Congrats on 270 followers! That's amazing 🎉❤️
For the celebration req, can Fives with the number 5 (because reasons) and 🥹? Thanksssss
Thank you! I never really gave it much thought till now and I looked to see this morning and was like whoa...😂
Prompt is: Tracing Scars
The maniacal laughter and excitement when I saw this.
warnings: injuries, general domino twin dumbassery. Soft and fluffy Fives is literally a mood.
My Mesh'la (Fives x Reader)
Fives lay with his head in your lap as one of your hands rested in his hair and the other danced across his chest, following the lighter, jagged lines scrawled over his bronze skin.
His soft brown eyes held the purest adoration as they gazed up at you.
You let out a small laugh. "Are you gonna keep staring at me, Fives?"
"Mhmm." He hummed, tilting his head back with a smile. "I could stare at my Mesh'la forever."
"Well if that's the case, then I could stare at my Mesh'la forever, too."
He pushed his bottom lip into a pout but a mischievous glint stayed in his eyes.
"You have a Mesh'la? Who is it?"
You cackled a second, whacking your palm into his shoulder.
"Its you, idiot. You're my Mesh'la."
The happy smile returned to his face. Your index finger traced a scar on his shoulder. One that you didn't know the story behind. Yet.
"Where's this one from?" You asked, softly pressing on the marred flesh.
"Oh, maker not that one." He groaned. "Back on Kamino we had these really weird bunks. They were kind of like the lockers in morgues that you see in holodramas." He paused when your nose wrinkled in disgust. "Yeah I know. Anyways, Echo and I wanted to see if we could use each other as ladders. Only, when I stood up to get on his shoulders, I lost my balance and fell onto the edge of the bunk below. Scared the kriff out of Hevy, but Echo was laughing his shebs off."
You tried to stifle a giggle, but it bubbled past your lips.
"Oh, Fives. You and Echo definitely share half a braincell. But that—" you hunched over to kiss the tip of his nose, "—Is one of the many reasons I love you."
Before you could sit back up, he surged forward to catch your lips with his.
"And there's one more."
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starqueensthings · 9 months
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If It’s Not You, It’s Not Anyone.
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Ficlets inspired by song lyrics: part two.
Pairing: ARC Echo x GN!Reader
POV/WC: 2nd, but from Echo's perspective, 2082 words
Rating/Warnings: Teen. Overall fluffy but with significant mentions of anxiety. Seggsy time is implied a few times also.
A/N: while this isn’t my favourite song in the world, I’ve never been able to listen to it without this kind of imagery floating through my mind. I love the lyrics, especially when I fit them into an ARC Echo sized box. Not proof or beta read (and I’m notorious for making up my own words when I can’t think of the one I want… fair warning.) ENJOY. 
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“Forever’s not enough time to love you the way that I want, because every morning I find you, I fear the day that I don’t. You say that I won’t lose you but you can’t predict the future ‘cause certain things are out of our control. If you ever move on without me, I need to make sure you know: you are the only one I’ll ever love… if it’s not you it’s not anyone.”
[Anyone - Justin Bieber]
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He wasn’t a betting man anymore, the days he’d found himself brazen enough to wager his belongings were long since outgrown, and now merely a memory of the past brought up too frequently atop relentless jeers from his brother, Fives. The purgatorial hours after curfew but preceding sleep, saw Domino Squad sprawled across a table, discarded face cards tossed aside as the boys bickered with each other over who lay claim to the prize pot anchoring their fun. Echo was only too miserable to watch his prized possessions float from his clutches, lost to the treachery of one bad poker hand after another, the certainty of his impending win often betrayed by Hevy’s nearly inscrutable bluffing skills. “Just lucky, I guess,” the broad shouldered soldier would coo across the table with a wink, smirking as his fingers draped themselves eagerly around the mountain of contraband that he’d won.
Time and experience had seen a shift in priorities. Life… war… had quickly reinforced the notion that the distribution of Lady Luck’s attention was entirely unpredictable, and trying to elucidate her choices could send a man spiraling into an anguished insanity. It was far simpler to just swallow the bitter pill of unreasoning: sometimes you simply had her favour, and sometimes you did not (and Hevy, somehow, seemed to always have it).
Departing the protective bubble of Kamino’s isolation had proved less of a challenge than Echo anticipated thanks to the unexpected comfortability of their first posting. Surveilling the Rishi system from the stillness of a desolate moon was barely a challenge for the squad’s capable hands, especially after years of conditioning had endowed their expectations with images of carnage and violence, but despite the perceived insignificance of their objective, their overseeing officers were no less regimented or dogmatic than those whom had raised them. Tactics and strategy continued to be encouraged at every possible opportunity; obedience enforced, and discipline expected. “Segregation from the front lines is no excuse for complacency,” their sergeant would iterate repeatedly. “Any brother would be lucky to have landed this posting. Take it seriously.”
Between inappropriately fluffy songs, Clone Nation Radio recounted the events of battles fought across the galaxy, perfectly mirroring the sergeants continued pleas. Seemingly the only squad member willing to heed the advice, the quiet hours on the distant moon saw Echo pouring over schematics, the memorization of regulation manuals presenting him with the perfect shield against the potential chill of Lady Luck’s cold shoulder. His brothers’ snide remarks about indulging in this new ‘strange’ habit, simply rolled off his armoured shoulders. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh when these ‘dumb manuals’ help me out-survive all of you,” he would always chirr back with a roll of his eyes.
Yet his incessant need to retain information had unknowingly only sharpened a double-edged sword. In his earnest to ensure a complete competency, his shield of preparedness had rendered him protected on one hand, but preoccupied on the other, with the unknown shift in his awareness exposing a notion shared by many troopers: that the monster of mortality is all-too happy to lay-in-wait long enough for him to be forgotten about, pushed to the back burner a overly confident soldier's mind.  
The Rishi posting was quiet… until it wasn’t. Kamino seemed a fortress impenetrable to external threat… until it wasn’t. Both events had struck Echo with a hard blow of realization that tactics can only ensure a portion of one's safety, schematics will not prevent an invasion, one must learn to expect only that which is unexpected, and there are variables far outside any one man’s control. Lady Luck will ultimately always get to play her game…
And sadly, he’d seen too many brothers had crumple at his side, their torches snuffed in a fraction of a blink, many of them with packs and pouches full of treats that they’d won in a game the previous night. Why is it that Luck had caressed them then, only to fatally betray them hours later? 
No, his betting days were behind him… and then there was you.   
Now? He’d have bet everything he ever owned that your hair was the softest the universe had ever seen. Even after hours of fervent frolicking between the sheets, your bodies entwining with the desperate desire to reacquaint after so many rotations apart, and each strand having been tugged, bunched, knotted and tossed in the name of a passionate routine so mesmerizing that time itself seemed to pause, it still felt like silk draped between his fingers. 
He’d have wagered every credit in the galaxy that history had never seen a hand fit more perfectly into another like yours fit into his. It was as if the Maker had initially sculpted your bodies as one, only to have it fall from Mortis and fracture, the pieces seamlessly fitting together to reestablish his physical rendering of love. 
And he’d have bet that, in all the systems he’d traversed, none of them orbited a sun even remotely as radiant as the twinkle in your eye. A luminescence shining from deep inside of you unrivaled by any charted celestial body; a lighthouse that he was all-too willing to let endlessly guide him into your embrace… back home. 
Definity now seemed attainable. He had never been surer of anything or anyone in his entire life, and such a certainty had been achieved without the memorization of manuals, and without the aid of instructions, tactics, or strategy. Embedded with the impenetrable protection of your belief in him, his shield now seemed the perfect match for redirecting every potential blow of Lady Luck’s unpredictable tantrums; his irrefutable love for you unwavering despite the external chaos. 
But always a double edged sword, the 'distraction' of your love ensured that the undoubtability of your union walked hand-in-hand with unpredictability… with fear and anxiety. The monster of mortality, while frequently concealed behind dense clouds of bliss and enamoring twinkles of light, was never again truly absent from Echo’s awareness, and the harrowing chirp of a deployment transmission ringing from his wristcom acted as a stark reminder that the monster was always waiting patiently for an opportunity to rob the universe of such beauty.     
“What’s on your mind, love?” you would ask in those moments, when the surging heat of your frenzied entanglement subsided and the stillness of the night exposed his resurging anxiety. But your query needn’t ever be spoken; the cause of the deepening crease between his brows and the frown tugging at his lips was a mystery to no one, and part of him wondered if you only uttered the question aloud knowing that the sound of your voice would soothe him in a way that nothing else could.
“You are, Cyare,” he would always answer, too aware that the unnatural smile hitched to his lips would provoke nothing but a skeptical cock of your eyebrow, yet too willing to deny his fear its chance in the light.   
This routine transpired only a handful of times before you’d successfully pulled the truth from him, his desire to remain a pillar of strength simply no match for the knowing twinkle in your eye, its majesty quickly summoning the anxiety from the depths of his gut and out past his lips.
The truth finally spoken: that he was scared to lose each other, to lose you, intensely fearful that every sorrowful departure preceding a deployment would be the last. His tactical mind was painfully aware that the probabilities of him safely returning home varied largely from one mission to the next, the chances laced with a risk that was incalculable… unpreparable despite his every effort.  
But even fatality seemed a welcome alternative to his greatest fear of all: that he would return home from a long deployment to find the twinkle banished from your eyes, that he would find a person no longer blind to the fact that a life built on the shoulders of a soldier was one laden with an unavoidable and potent neglect, and that you’d become a person no longer willing to suffer the solitude that accompanied his absence.  
“I’m not going anywhere, Echo,” you would always reassure him. “It’s you and me, my love. Until the end of the universe.”
The mantra never lost its purity despite how often you chorused it to him with your fingers intertwined tightly between his, or your forehead pressed to his in a motion of complete connection, but tonight felt… different. Despite your recited promise and the intimate swaddle of your body around his, Echo could not shake the feeling of dread simmering in his gut. 
“What is it?” you probed in barely more than a whisper, your hands stalling their thoughtless swirls atop his skin, fingers instead nestling themselves between the swells of his heaving chest. 
“Nothing, Mesh’la.” He couldn’t quite quantify the intensity of his anxieties tonight, for even unspoken they seemed baseless and irrational. How could he express that the gnawing of his upcoming deployment felt more formidable this time, when he knew his words would serve no purpose other than plaguing you with worry? He had no desire to let his malignant fears rob you of the listful peace that he so badly longed for in these moments. 
You hummed quietly, toes shifting to gently glide along the top of his foot, the sensation grounding him enough to tighten his grasp around your shoulders. “I’m not going to call you a liar,” you snorted as you nuzzled into his side, “but it kinda smells like your pants might be on fire.” 
He should have expected such a response; you’d always been quick to wit, quick to humour, quick to ensure that, even in the enshadowed bedroom where the only light came from the patchwork quilt of a million other windows scattered from here to the horizon, he felt utterly seen. 
A small sigh stalled his explanation, his plagued mind still attempting to grapple for some semblance of justification. “I don’t know,” he posed, pausing to press his lips to your forehead, the familiar fragrance of your hair wafting into his nose easing only a fraction of his worry. “Something feels… weird. I can’t shake the feeling that something is going to go amiss during this next one.” 
“Sounds like a bad case of the ‘send-off scaries’,” you chuckled, shifting your head on his shoulder to watch your fingers resume their mindless doodles across his skin.
“No, Mesh’la,” he protested, the ghost of misunderstood frustration dancing across his tense features as he retracted his arm from around you and pushed himself into a seated position. “It’s more than that, but… I can’t explain it.” 
You shifted your posture to mirror his, scooping his hands into yours and squeezing his palms tightly to prevent him from shielding his face. “Perhaps it’s because this one is a little riskier than some of the others?” you proposed, trying to catch the eyes that he’d deliberately averted from you. “You were saying the Citadel is pretty heavily fortified, right? Maybe it’s the fact that the archive maps are dated and incomplete that has you a little more anxious than usual.” 
“Yeah… maybe,” he sighed solemnly, only barely resisting the urge to shake his head and argue.  
“You and Fives are an unshakable team,” you persisted. “Especially with Rex and the General beside you. You all have an innate call to protect each other. Just have faith… trust your instincts. They’ve never led you astray, my love. In fact–” a gentle guiding finger under his chin pulled his anguished gaze back to you, “–they led you right to me.” 
There it was, dancing in your eyes as if fueled by starlight, the twinkle that reminded him time-and-time-again that nothing could rob him of his home… of his home in you.
“You’re right, Cyare,” he conceded, leaning in to graze his smiling lips against yours. “I love you. It’s you and me to the end of the universe.” 
No, he wasn’t anymore… but if he was a betting man, that lingering moment of quiet assurances with breath dancing atop each other's cheeks and lips moving to convey an unspoken message, he’d have wagered that the very stars aligned the night he met you. He’d have bet there wasn’t a force anywhere in this galaxy stronger than his connection to you… and you can bet that if only an ounce of his courage remains intact when he returns home from that wretched fortress, the first place you’ll find him is in your doorway, perched on one knee with a ring in his hand and a plea in his eyes. You can bet that, if Lady Luck’s cold shoulder ever robbed you of each other, his love for you, and only you, would be a promise more steadfast and unwavering than time itself.
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moonlightwarriorqueen · 6 months
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Hey! For the self-insert/OC x clone asks, what about theses three with Fox x reader?
7. Who makes the other laugh more?
8. Who gets jealous easier?
10. Who brings up the subject of kids first?
Ooooo 👀 Okies! I like this!
Fox x Reader asks
(Reader, for this, will be at least female bodied but pronouns can be anything)
Who makes the other laugh more?
I don't see Fox as a particular funny guy, but I could see his stubbornness or "tsundere" tendancies to cause you to giggle a lot.
Otherwise, you would be the more playful of the two. Tending to do some small thing that just has Fox unable to hold back a chuckle or laugh. You're just too damn cute! He can't help it...!
Will deny laughing or any of the sort if his brothers are around. Will die of holding his breath before he lets Wolffe see him laugh.
Who gets jealous easier?
My first gut instinct is to say Fox would.
I don't see him as a particularly jelly-type of guy...but I could see him being pouty if you're spending more time with others than with him. The occasional snippy snark-jab about being with your 'cool new friends' and leaving him 'all on his own' and how 'it's fine' because he 'didn't want to snuggle tonight anyways'
Who brings up the subject of kids first?
So this is a hevy "depends" situation IMO
I feel, Fox might technically say something first. But it's off hand about one of his brother's kids or something a brother said about wanting family. But there wouldn't be more to it than that.
So you'd either have to be really quick to snag that piqued interest in the subject or you'd lose it to never be spoken again.
You'd most likely say something about it first. Having to tip toe around the topic to feel out his opinion so you don't overwhelm him.
But if you're a more shy person, I could see Fox noticing your longing looks at media with kids or how you linger near the kids' sections at stores when you walk by or how you tend to watch families. He notices those kind of things, especially if they tend to happen more often.
If that's the case, he'd sort out his feelings on the subject before just settling you down and having a chat with you about it - possibly while all curled up in bed where he's most comfortable being vulnerable.
This was so much fun thank you for asking 🥺💜
Fox totally has taken my brain and ran with it this month, I fucking swear
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Coming Home for Life Day (Hevy x GN!Reader)
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Word Count: 1049
Warnings: None, just fluff and a bit of making out
A/N: This is a little continuation of the fic I wrote for @sinfulsalutations for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange because I saw a comment from @anxiouspineapple99 and thought "I need to do something with that." This is a Hevy lives AU.
Happy holidays to all my readers! It's been such a great pleasure to write for you all and read as many fics around here as I can. I hope you know that even if you are alone or struggling this holiday season, your favorite clone will always hold you in their heart.
Your heart dropped when Hevy sent you a message to say the 501st wasn't going anywhere for Life Day and he wasn't yet sure how he could see you. You'd been looking forward to your first Life Day together, but were happy to hear he was still going strong with the physical effects of the explosion on Rishi seemingly behind him. A lot had happened since you saw him last. Kamino had been attacked and he'd been made an ARC trooper along with Fives and Echo. It was something he always wanted and you were so proud of him, but not being able to be with him made it bittersweet.
You decided to plan a trip for yourself and the next morning and headed to Naboo. It was few days before Life Day. Things could get hectic on Coruscant and you wanted some quiet time. A few rotations away from it all seemed like just what you needed. That night, you sent him a message and told him where you were, still hopeful you might be able to meet up on a nearby planet. You stayed at a little hotel in the foothills of the mountains. You'd been with some friends before and had always loved it. You described it in detail, pointing out the scenic spots that brought you peace, and describing the excellent food from the local bakery and cafe.
"I wish you were here," you added at the end.
"So do I," he replied to himself out loud as he read your message. He was already thinking about how he might get there. He wrote back, "I wish I was there too. I'm looking at our star."
Two troopers looked over his shoulder, read what he'd wrote, and started chuckling. Hevy turned around to look at them and pointedly replied, "Something that this di'kut and the one giggling next to him wouldn't know about."
Hevy wasn't afraid for his brothers to know he was in love. Even when they gave him a bit of a ribbing, he had good humor about it, but also knew when to set them straight. You messaged each other a quick good night. Hevy said he had a lot to do and you wanted to make sure he could do his job. What you didn't realize was that the work he was about to do was finding a way to get to Naboo in time for Life Day. The 501st had two rotations off. The GAR didn't see the point in sending them anywhere, so they were told to stay put, and they'd be shipped out to the next battle in two rotations' time.
Without telling you, he found a way to spend a night with you and get back in time to leave with the rest of the 501st. Rex had given him leave to take a civilian transport to Naboo from the nearest city. Once there, he got directions to the location you described. Apparently it was a favorite getaway for locals. He paid for transport and found himself standing in front of the hotel he was pretty sure you were staying at. He was really hoping he hadn't misunderstood what you'd told him.
You had been to the bakery and were just returning to the hotel. As you walked inside, you stopped and there he was.
"Hevy! It's you!"
You hurried up to him and practically threw yourself at him. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, relief and joy washing over him.
"What are you doing here," you asked him. You didn't know what to do. It was the first time seeing him in his new kit. It had been too long since you'd seen him, since you'd been able to touch him, to kiss him. He looked so handsome.
"I came to see you." He hugged you and kissed your forehead. "I have about a day before I have to go, but let's make the most of it."
You brought him up to your room and invited him in. You watched him take off his armor before shuffling into bed next to you in his blacks. It had been too long since you saw him last. All he wanted to do right now was hold you.
"I wasn't expecting this," you said. "If I'd have known I would have planned something. Brought more. Made reservations for dinner..."
"Don't worry about all that," he replied. He kissed your hand and held you. "You're all I want. Wherever we are, I'm always home when I'm with you."
You kissed him sweetly. He pulled you into his lap and took his time kissing your cheeks, massaging your back and hips, and pulling you as close as he could get. Your tongues gently danced together and you hummed at his familiar taste. You ran your hands through his hair, feeling the dryness brought on by the use of GAR issue shampoo and made a mental note to get him some conditioner while he was here. You pulled away just enough to search each other's eyes as you left little kisses on his face. He let out a deep breath, his body relaxing under your touch.
"So what else do you want for Life Day," he asked with a grin.
You gave him a look, but beamed back and replied, "I've always watched a holo in the afternoon while snacking on some treats. Actually that's why I was at the bakery earlier."
You set out the food and both got cozy in bed. You turned on a holo and watched together while munching on the variety of baked goods and dried fruit. It was perfect.
That evening, after getting some dinner together at the cafe across the way from the hotel, you laid in bed together, watching your star from the window. You put your head in his lap and Hevy carded his fingers through your hair. Moments like these were why he did all he could to see you with even the shortest amount of shore leave. Whether it was just for a few hours, a few nights, or a few weeks, he loved the feeling of you laying on him, resting, breathing slowly, as he ran his hand through your hair and soothed you to gentle sleep.
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vodika-vibes · 9 months
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Welcome to my Masterlist version 3.0~
Well, actually, it’s a masterlist of my masterlists! I apparently had too many links for one masterlist and Tumblr said “lol, no.”
Anyway! Thank you for your patience while I sorted this whole mess out, and I hope you enjoy your stay!
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Vod'ika-Vibes Follower Event #2 has started!
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Follower Celebration Jan-Feb 2024 - Consisting of Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Dogma, Jesse, Wolffe, Alpha-17, Tech, Wrecker, Hound, Crosshair, Sev, and Fixer
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Chapter 1: In which Boba meets Jazz
About: Jazz Freeman
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imarvelatthestars · 1 year
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The Force Flows - Part 1
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Pairings: Captain Keeli x medic!Reader; background Glitch x Nila (OC) x Hevy (no clonecest)
Warnings: canon typical violence
Notes: A vague, convoluted plot in exchange for actually alive clones. Also, Reader and Nila's bestie dynamic is literally my dynamic with my real life bestie, so this fic is dedicated to the one and only Snisha.
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"This armor."
Your head tilts toward Nila, your best friend, the most unshakeable person you know, and it sends something chilling down your spine because she looks halfway terrified. Her fingers are ghosting over the strange black pauldron you'd yanked off your patient, curious and reverent.
"What about it?" you urge.
She's frowning, looking between the pauldron and the unconscious man on her sleeping bag. "It's plastic. Or something like it. But it's armor. It should be made of something sturdier, right?"
"You'd think." But you stopped trying to reason with anything about this situation a long time ago.
Something howls in the vast expanse of shrubbery and gently rolling hills laid out before you, something you can't make out even with the still strong light of the early sunset. It sounds like a wolf or a coyote. Does this place even have wolves? A glance spared at the double moons slowly rising over the horizon tells you that you may just find out.
The animal noises have caught Nila's attention too, it seems, because her back is suddenly ramrod straight. "I don't think we should stay out here much longer," she says as she chews thoughtfully at the inside of her cheek. "And we shouldn't leave him, either."
"I can't carry him, Nila. Can you?"
"We could try and wake him up?"
But you shake your head. "With the amount of pain he's in, his possible internal damage, I don't think it's smart to move him or wake him." There's an ache starting just above your brown bone, pulsating so strongly that it's making the vein under your eyebrow tick. "If we weren't- If I just had the right tools-..."
You can't bring yourself to say it out loud, but the pair of you are both aware of the situation you're in. An unconscious soldier with a nasty wound, a beat up old pickup that won't start, and a second moon in the sky. The sky already starting to twinkle with the beginnings of constellations you've never seen before. It's obvious you're no longer on Earth. And then another creature calls out and you try to bite back your panic because an alien planet means alien wolves.
"Hey."
Nila's gotten up from her perch on a nearby boulder and come over to offer you her widespread arms. It's easy to fall into her, to hold her with the desperation of a little kid lost in a supermarket, because you don't know what you would've done so far without her. She's already helped quell two panic attacks. The only thing you've done so far beyond worrying that you're going to die is help the soldier.
Because he has to be a soldier, right? The strange plastic armor is a dead giveaway, but then there's the weird gun and the helmet you'd found him with. It's a gun, but not quite, and it shot crackling blue bolts of energy instead of bullets when Nila fired a practice shot. And the helmet was strange, too - almost like a medieval helmet with its visor design, but completely alien and militaristic in the various add-ons like the crest at the top and the swirling designs that have been painted on. They match the colors on his body armor.
"We'll be okay," she breathes. "Promise."
Your throat feels really dry. "Yeah?"
She nods and it's small, but it makes you feel just a little bit better. "Yeah. You probably saved that guy's life with all your fancy medical knowledge. And we have a car we can take shelter in." You pretend not to notice the way her breath stutters a bit. "We'll figure it out."
You figure it out, alright, but it's far from comfortable. This planet is unreasonably hot during the day and freezing at night, cold enough that the windows of Nila's truck are eventually completely fogged up from the warmth of your breath. The seats are all fabric, which is certainly warmer than nothing, but they retain the chill well and it leaves your ass and the back of your legs too cold.
It gets colder when one of you has to go outside. You'd left the soldier exactly where you found him, dead asleep among the shrubs and dry grass a couple yards in front of the truck, and have been taking turns with Nila checking on him every ten or fifteen minutes to make sure he's still breathing. You hope the borrowed sleeping bag from the back of the cab will keep him warm enough to last the night, but you're honestly not even sure if either of you will last through it either.
As long as nothing catches our scent, we'll be fine, Nila had said. If we just stay warm, we'll be fine, she said. Ration our drinks, go out looking for food and water tomorrow. You really wanted to believe her. We'll be fine.
That's the promise you're still telling yourself when the anxiety and restlessness and exhaustion finally catches up with you. We'll be fine. We'll be fine.
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"...up, vod. Wake up."
Everything hurts. Most of the pain is centralized in his left pectoral, but it's radiating out across the entirety of his body so that it's all he can feel.
"There ya are." He can't quite see this voice, but he can sense it hovering near his head. "Don't move too much, okay? You got hit pretty bad."
"You think it was that transport over there?" There's another voice. It sounds familiar; hell, it kinda sounds like him.
Dirt crunches under someone's boots. A hand shifts over Keeli's chest and it sends electrifying pain up his neck, but he can't do much more than grunt about it.
"Could be."
The wind is whistling through something, a tree maybe? Or a bush of some kind? It sounds leaf-y. Either way, he feels too bogged down by pain and heat and the awful dryness in his mouth to try and figure it out. He just wants to sit up a little and, and...
Screaming. Shrill screaming. Maker, that's loud.
"Vod?" comes the confused voice that sounds too much like him.
Another clone, Keeli realizes. He should've figured that out earlier. Did he hit his head? Is that why everything hurts? That can't be right. It can't be. No, he remembers... blaster fire. Droids. Ryloth. General Di. Stars, General Di!
He goes shooting up into a sitting position with the General's name half spoken and his heart pounding. It was just the two of them against those damn clankers, they were fighting for that transport. But now as he starts looking around, Keeli doesn't see anything that makes sense. No droids, no general, nothing that looks at all like Ryloth. What he does see is a wheeled transport a few paces away, painted blue and wearing a good many scratches and dents, and a pair of troopers speaking to it. No, no, not speaking to the transport, speaking to the people inside it?
His eyes hurt and his vision's a little blurry (not good), but it looks like two women. Civvies. What the hell is going on?
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"You expect us t' believe that? Really?" It's the one called Hevy. He's definitely the more irritable of the pair. The stolen gun Nila has pointed at him probably isn't helping. "Who's t' say ya aren't Separatist spies?"
"We don't even know what a Separatist is!" Nila snaps back.
The other man raises a hand very slowly, his palm turned out in a gesture of nonviolence. "I believe you," he says and his voice is soft, understanding.
His companion's helmet snaps to the side. "What?"
"They're telling the truth, vod."
Hevy grumbles in exasperation. His finger points at Nila. "Yeah, I'm not so inclined t' agree with you considering she's pointing a blaster at my face! I think this whole story is a ruse. There's probably a load of clankers just over that ridge and they think they can distract us with a pair of pretty faces."
Here's the thing - Hevy and Glitch are wearing the same kind of armor as the unconscious soldier you'd patched up yesterday, their vaguely Kiwi accents are identical, Glitch has the exact same face as that soldier, the same build, and the same kind of guns that Nila's acquired. A Blaster, Hevy had said.
They're not the little green men you might have once pictured when you thought of aliens, but it's obvious they can't be anything but.
All of that goes screaming out of the window, though, when you see movement just over Glitch's shoulder. It's the soldier you tended to! The idiot is dragging himself onto his feet and attempting to walk. Shit, he's going to walk himself into an early grave or rip out his stitches if he doesn't stop!
Your car door cracks open and you practically trip all over yourself trying to get out. The men are shouting, Nila's yelling, the other door creaks open and slams shut, and it's utter fucking chaos, but all you can see is this soldier limping his way toward the truck.
"Sir!" It comes out more like an order instead of your usual polite bedside manner. "You need to sit down, you're going to hurt yourself."
His eyes flicker behind you and he frowns. "Where am I?" It's the same voice as the other two.
Trust me, I wish I knew. "Sir, you've been shot. I cleaned you up and gave you some stitches, but if you don't sit down, you're going to re-open the wound and-"
"You're a medic?"
Really? That's what he got out of that? "That's one way to put it," you say as you cross your arms over your chest. "Now please. Will you sit back down?"
He looks tired and you're a little worried he might have a concussion with the way his eyes aren't entirely focused, but you can't know for sure until he just sits the fuck down. But finally, finally he relents and nods, and you heave a massive sigh of relief. His legs go out a moment later.
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He's pretty when he's not fighting your orders. Handsome, even. But trying to keep this man down long enough for his wounds to heal is like pulling teeth. You manage somehow. It helps that his brothers encourage him to stay put, that they help him feel safe enough to lower his guard enough for you to do your job. What really isn't helping is the fact that he's got the prettiest face you've ever seen.
Captain Keeli is a tall, broad shouldered man, probably close to six entire feet of muscles and healthy brown skin that glows when this planet's alien sun hits him just right. His eyes are brown, too, and you swear you get lost in them every time he looks at you. They're richer than coffee grounds, but not as dark. Deeper than polished mahogany, but less red. Bright and sparkling like amber, but it's too light a comparison. It seems like they change when you're not looking.
And there's an electricity between you that you can't explain. You thought at first that it was entirely one-sided, a product of your overactive imagination and your inner romantic projecting your attraction onto him, but when you started tending to Hevy's wounds that electricity was gone. You felt nothing with this man other than the care one would normally have for their patients. With Keeli, though, it was like fireworks in your belly.
"I think he likes you."
You shoot your friend a glare. "Shut up, Nila," but you're all bark, no bite. If she thinks he likes you, you want her to tell you everything. Even if it makes your face go hot. "Tell me anyways, though."
The truck jostles a bit as she turns in her seat to face you better. "You've seen the way he looks at you, right?"
Your throat goes dry. Oh God, how does he look at you? Is it... is it like how you look at him when you think he's not looking, when he's resting, when he's talking with his brothers by the campfire?
"I'm serious, I really think he likes you. He's different with you."
"Really?"
Nila nods. "I mean, he's always nice to me and you know we get along, but. I dunno, he's not so formal with you. He lets his guard down for you. And he watches you sometimes. Not in a creepy way, but like he's curious or he likes seeing the things you do. It's cute."
Your eyes dart to the front window where you can see the boys huddled together by the embers of the fire. Hevy is crouched by the fire pit and poking at it with a stick, the same grumpy expression on his face that he's had for the past week and a half. Glitch and Keeli are conversing, but Keeli looks tired. The fire casts a shadow over his face that makes his cheekbones appear sharper than they really are. You would know, after all. You've only touched his face once under the guise of checking for a fever, but you remember that his skin felt good under your hands.
It's a dangerous train of thought. Being his medic is dangerous. Not that you would ever overstep your bounds, but he ignites something in you that you cannot quench and it makes you nervous.
Damn him. Damn him and this planet and the whole stupid universe for throwing you here onto this abandoned planet in the middle of nowhere, scooping you and Nila out of your normal lives and normal routines and dumping you straight into the paths of these three men.
A nudge to your arm draws you out of your thoughts and you find Nila watching you, her mouth drawn into a worried line. "You okay?"
"Just thinking."
"Are you sure? Because I'm here, y'know. If you need me?"
Trusty Nila. "I know," you assure her. "I'm okay. It's just a lot. Not being on Earth anymore, not being able to get back home, them." Your head tilts in the direction of the troopers huddled together. "And I hate that I get all gooey around him. It's embarrassing."
"I think it's sweet," she says and her smile makes your chest feel all warm and cozy. Thank God the universe sent her here with you, her and her beat up old truck. "You guys are cute. If anything were to happen, you totally have my support. And if he hurts you, I'll make him regret it. I dunno, I'll shoot him or something, and then you can patch him up again until he falls head over heels for you."
You both laugh and for a second, it's like nothing's changed at all. You're back home munching on junk food and gossiping about your own love lives and staying up way too late.
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"Rex says the transport's delayed again. They won't be sending anyone our way for at least another two weeks."
"Two weeks? We can't wait that long."
Glitch hangs his head. "There's nothing he can do, ma'am. The Separatists have engaged all of our readily available troops and even the ones stationed closest t' our current position aren't able t' come help. They're pinned down."
You glance over your shoulder at Hevy and Keeli. They're chatting with Nila; she's laughing and you can see from the way Hevy's angled his body toward her that he's flirting with her again. Both men have healed considerably with the supplies Glitch had with him (thank God for bacta, that stuff is a fucking bottled miracle!), but you still worry about their health. Keeli's concussion is getting better, although the progress is slow. Hevy still can't walk right, even after all the bacta shots Glitch had given him.
You chew at your thumbnail and try not to feel utterly defeated. "I can't make them better, Glitch. I don't have the tools."
His hand rests on the curve of your elbow and the gentle smile he offers you is so gentle you think you might cry. "But you saved them. I was lucky when I found Glitch, healed him as best I could, but you gave him the stitches he needed, just like Keeli. You kept them from hurting themselves. We owe you a debt we can never repay."
That makes you smile. "You never have to. I'm happy to help however I can. I just wish I could do more."
"You do more than enough."
He's a good man. They all are. They've each shared their stories - how Hevy gave his life to protect his brothers and their home, Keeli gave his for the escaping civilians, Glitch risked his own for his brothers and his generals - and you think that you couldn't have asked for a better group of men to be stranded with.
It's this line of thought that prompts you to speak on something that's been nagging at the back of your mind. "Glitch? Can I ask you something?"
He nods with that lovely smile of his. "Of course."
"Do clones... do they ever fall in love?"
Poor guy almost chokes on his own spit, it looks like. His eyes go wide and he fumbles around wordlessly for a solid few seconds before he finally manages to recover his composure.
"Why- ahem, why, uh, why d'ya ask?"
You're too chicken to admit the truth, so you go for something a little easier to share. "Nila. I just, um, I noticed how you and Hevy are around her and I thought I'd ask." God, you're such a bad friend for this. She's gonna kill you if she finds out.
Glitch's throat bobs up and down as he blinks wordlessly in Nila's direction. Maybe you shouldn't have asked.
"I'm sorry. That was a weird thing to ask."
He shakes his head, eyes still locked on Nila. "No. It's not that weird."
"She's just got a big heart, y'know? She has a lot of love to give and she's so sweet and thoughtful, and she's a romantic at heart." All these things are true, but they're padding for the real reason why you suddenly can't shut up. "I think she likes you guys. But I don't want her to get hurt."
Warning bells are going off in your head. Shut! Up! Literally stop talking!
"And we don't have clones where we're from. I mean, you guys all look like twins but you're literally the exact same person, and it's really amazing. You have different personalities and everything. You're so understanding and really sweet, and Hevy's so sarcastic and boisterous." Boisterous. That's a good word. Why am I using it? "And Keeli. He doesn't say as much as you two do, but he's... Well, he's pretty serious." Please stop. Just close your mouth. Don't say another word. "But he's nice in his own way."
Something shifts in the atmosphere then, something that feels a lot like Glitch but in a weird, non-physical kind of way. The air crackles between you, the hair raises on the back of your neck, and you realize it's possible you've said way too much. You very hesitantly shift your gaze to the side, hoping against hope he's not looking at you like you have a lobster crawling out of your brain and he's not, thankfully. No, he's watching you with this knowing gleaming his eye, in the crooked tilt of his smile.
"Clones can fall in love," he says as the wind sighs in between the hills.
He closes his eyes and that something in the atmosphere brushes over and past you, draws your attention to Keeli as he reclines against a boulder with a muted smile. Keeli's brows suddenly furrow. He swallows hard, shifts in his seat, and then his eyes, those impossible eyes so full of color and warmth and unknown depths you could swim in forever, find yours and it takes all of your concentration to remember how to breathe.
Glitch hums a little laugh in the back of his throat. "I wouldn't worry. Something tells me he feels the same."
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While Glitch came to the planet prepared with rations, his stolen borrowed ship could only fit two pilots and he'd filled the entire second seat with supplies. This meant that in order to leave, three people would have to be left behind and the most likely bet was that it would be you and Nila. But he refused to let that happen and, to your surprise, Keeli and Hevy agreed. The only downside was that you missed quite a few things - mac n cheese, Spotify, mattresses. The essentials.
And water. You haven't seen or heard running water in God knows how long. The whole lot of you have started to smell and with Captain Rex's rescue mission still delayed, you had figured it would be be weeks or even months before you felt the touch of water anywhere other than your fingers or mouth. That was until Glitch came back from a scouting mission and declared that he'd found a stream nearby.
It's all a bit of a blur. Nila and Glitch had rushed to help Hevy walk the distance while you stayed by Keeli's side, but the stream wasn't far and the captain didn't seem to need your assistance. He still took it when you offered, though. His arm was heavy around your shoulders and he smelled, yes, but beyond that it was nice to be close to him. It was nice to touch him, even under a poorly contrived but still believable excuse. It was just nice.
He can feel you watching. Perhaps it's a bit cruel of him to do this when he knows how you feel, but... he likes seeing you flustered. It triggers something indescribable in his chest that only awakens when you beckon. He can feel your gaze trace the outline of his body as he pulls off the top half of his blacks and maybe he smiles. Maybe he likes it just a little too much.
The stream isn't much to look at. It isn't a deep, wide, cascading river nor a microscopic trickle between rocks. It's about a foot deep and a foot wide, tripping over pebbles and cutting deep into the crease of the hill. It's enough to bathe in, enough to wash your clothes in, even if it's not perfect.
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Hevy, Glitch, and Nila are just upstream, bickering and laughing and splashing each other, and that's just fine with him. Let him have this moment with you.
"Do you... do you need any help?"
Your voice trembles when you speak, all trace of the medical professional he knows you are suddenly gone and in its place is nervous young woman with her heart on her sleeve. Oh.
You're in over your head, aren't you? One look at your eyes and it's written out plain as day.
Keeli hands you the scrub bar with a smile that he hopes says, it's okay, I see you. "Thank you."
The first touch of your hand on his bare arm sends a shiver through his entire body. He's not cold. With the sun out and the bottom half of his blacks still on, he's burning up. But this? This is making him run even hotter. You're doing your best to be professional, not to let your hands wander, he's sure, but kriffing hells, he wants you to wander. He's been wanting you to wander ever since he first collapsed on top of you. He wants to feel your skin in a way you haven't tried yet - no clothes in the way, no peering eyes, no medical pretenses, just you and him, basking in each other's presence.
You're so gentle. You could have the roughest hands in the galaxy in the hands and he would never complain because he's a soldier, he's not made for soft, tender things, but you don't care about that. You never poke or prod or press too hard. You're mindful of his pain and his body. His comfort always seems to come first for you.
He watches the scrub bar start to form a lather on his skin, swirling his arm hairs into little circles.
Just once, he'd like to put you first instead. Has anyone ever done that for you? Would you ever let him?
"This okay?" you ask and your voice is smaller than he's ever heard it.
He nods. "Yes."
Soon his entire chest is wet, water dripping from his collarbones, down his elbows and off the tips of his fingers. He's all soapy and your arms are wet now, too, and he thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
He splashes his face and the crest of his head, then leans down so it's within your reach. He doesn't need to ask, but he does have to bite his tongue to keep from moaning when your fingernails dig into his scalp. Maker, how long's it been since he's been touched by another human? Your fingers rub into his skin like a fucking prayer and he swears right then that he will lavish whatever pleasure he can upon you in thanks, if you ever so much as ask.
"''m sorry," you mumble when your nails catch on the curves of his ears. "Too hard?"
He wishes there wasn't soap all over his face so he could open his eyes and look at you. "No. Just right."
Your thumb rubs sweetly into his cheek, down along the curve of his cheekbone to his jaw, scratching over the stubble that has long turned into the start of a beard.
"Bet you feel better, huh?"
He doesn't give you his answer until his face is clean and he's able to watch how you'll react. He cups the hand of his good arm in the stream and raises it to your temple. You're frozen, eyes wide, lips parted, pulse ticking in your neck, and you're beautiful. He's in over his head, too.
"Allow me."
The sweat, dirt, and grime is slowly scrubbed from your face, then from your hair. Your shirt is completely soaked, but you're smiling, leaning into his touch, chasing after it when he withdraws and sighing happily when it returns. Keeli helps you onto your back and guides your hair into the stream to rinse it out. And when you blink up at him with those big, shining eyes, the tip of your nose still damp and your eyelashes all watery, he finds himself drawn impossibly close, as if he were connected to you by some invisible thread tied around his breastbone.
Your breath catches in your throat when he leans close enough to kiss you. Your name is hardly more than a whisper on his tongue.
"Yes?"
He allows himself to look openly at the swell of your lower lip. "Mesh'la."
"What does that mean?" Dank farrik, you're cute when you're flustered.
Keeli smiles. "I'd like t' kiss you now."
The entire galaxy hangs in the balance. Your eyelids flutter. Then, "Please?"
He was right. You're gentle. The softest thing he's ever touched. Tender, attentive, smart. You're lovely. Mesh'la. And yeah, he's definitely in over his head.
Hevy starts hooting and hollering. Nila's cheering you on and Glitch is laughing, then Keeli's laughing and you start laughing too, and it's wonderful.
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I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR SONE SWEETS FLUFF AND MAKING OUT. LIKE MAYBE THEY BECOME ROOMMATES BECAUSE THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SOMEHOW OR NOT, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, I JUST WANT THE VIBE OF YHAT ONE VINE AND I JUST SAW A SAD SWEETS EPISODE AND I NEED FLUFF. Okay sorry for the yelling. Maybe she has feelings for him and then he becomes her roommate somehow and she's like "Oh shit shit shit why is he so good looking." But he's thinking the same thing and I just need some fluff and kissing and making out and cuddles after that sad episode. If you don't want to di it, that's totally understandable and fine!
You belong with me(Lance Sweets)
Paring: Lance Sweets X Booth!Reader
Summary: after Booths little sister gets death threats from a criminal the FBI is investigating, y/n gets sent to Sweets apartment to be hidden and protected. The two are best friends and are oblivious to their feelings, but once they get a chance to be alone things might change.
A/n: my first Bones fic! sorry this took so long and I hope you don't mind a did a few small changes, I hope you enjoy. Send in more Lance Sweets request, I love this man 💕
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It started off as a couple of creepy Emails, I ignored them and didn't really tell anyone. I thought if the team found out about the messages I wouldn't be able to work on the case. Creepy Messages then tunred into death threats, my brother Seeley found out and changed my Email, phone number and everything then things seemed to calm down. It was fine till the killer ended up in my apartment.
Anyway, that's how I'm in my current situation, actually I wouldn't call living with my best friend a situation. Lance Sweets was my most trusted alie and I knew he'd always have my back. Dispite my brother's worries, me and Lance would become roommate for my own safety.
“this is like getting protected by a smurf in his little mushroom house” Seeley sighed as he drove down the street to Lance's appointment.
I sighed from the back seat, I knew Seeley had a soft spot for Lance but I also knew my brother was scared Shitless for my safety. He always makes jokes in face of danger, we both sorta did.
“not necessarily” Bones started like I wasn't even in the car with them. “the Perp wouldn't even expect her to be in Sweets' apartment... Meaning she's under protection and hiding in plan sight”
“umm...” I started from the back seat but my brother and sister-in-law kept going.
“Yes but she's safer with me... Technically” Seeley sighed.
I slumped in the back seat, giving up on adding my opinion. In reality I was happy but also nervous, me and Lance are basically best friends. We've been alone before but this was different, I would never admit but I've had a thing for him ever since we bumped into each other(literally) at the Jeffersonian. I couldn't help fall for his kind heart and puppy eyes.
Once we pulled into the apartment complex, the three of us filed out of the car to unloud my belongings. I didn't bring everything just my clothes and a few things I couldn't live without.
“Hey, Sweets” Seeley called out as he met us outside. I couldn't help but blush as he walked to the car to help with my things.
“Hey, y/n” he smiled and gave me a hug. I loved his hugs, they we're always so warm and comforting.
“let's get this stuff into the house” he said pulling one of my bags over his shoulder and then grabbed another box. I couldn't help but stare at arms. They were always hiden behind suit jackets or sweaters. I didn't relize how toned they looked in his gray t-shirt.
“that one might be hevy so be careful” I said.
“I got” he smiled and lead me to the elevator that lead to the floor his appointment was on. Seeley and Bones followed behind with the rest of my stuff.
“here we are” he said setting down the box to unlock his apartment.
“thanks for doing this Sweets” Seeley said setting down one of the bigger boxes on the counter once he entered the apartment.
“of course” he said smiling at me. I smiled back trying to fight the red tent in my cheeks.
“the geast room is over here” Lance said leading me down the hall with some of my stuff. “it's right across from mine, so if need anything I'm right here” he said.
“thanks Lance” I smiled as set my stuff down.
“here's the rest of it” Bones said as she entered the room and set down my bags. “thanks Temp”
I looked around my new room, it was nice and the perfect size for somthing temporary. I looked around and noticed Lance got some new sheets and a comferter in my favorite color for the bed. I couldn't help but smile at the small details he remembered over the years we've known each other.
“is the bedding okay?” Lance said coming back into the room. I smiled softy and wrapped my arms around his waist hugging him. “thanks Lance, it's perfect”
He looked down at me with the chocolate eyes that I loved so much. Moved out of his arms and he cleared his throat. “so... I'll let you get settled in” he said nervously as he walked backwards towrds the door, he showed that goofy smile but it dropped when he ran into the door frame.
I didn't feel too bad for laughing as he let out a chuckle as he tapped the door frame. “you okay?”
“totally fine” he smiled as his cheeks turned red, he pointed towrds the door and left the room.
As I started to fill my drawers up with my clothes my brother walked in. “hey... You good?”
I nodded with a smile as he set on the edge of my bed. “I'm one call away... If you need anything juat-”
“bro, I'll be fine... I'm in good hands” I smiled. He forced a smile and pulled me into a hug. “love you... Be safe”
“love ya too Bro”
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A couple of hours later I pretty much had the room set up how I wanted it. Once I smashed down the last empty box I smelled somthing coming from the kitchen, it smelled good, like garlic and spices.
I followed the smell and the closer I got to the kitchen the Louder his music got. I peaked around the corner and watched the goof ball slightly dancing to the song Coconut by Harry Nilsson as he stired what ever he was cooking.
I could get used to this, it wasn't hard for him to make me smile. His personality and smile always warmed my heart.
He started to sing along and drum with a couple of wooden spoons. I let out a giggle making him stop.
“oh... Hey” he nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “What are you up too?” I asked coming into the kitchen. I looked in the oven and saw some garlic bread toasting in the oven.
“I figured I'd make you some dinner... Thought it would make you feel better” he said as I turned to his side and stired the pot that had the alfredo sauce.
“I really don't cook much, sorry if it doesn't tast that good” His cheeks were slightly red as leaned against the counter, he looked like he was contemplating life.
I gave him a smile and tasted the sauce as he drained the noodles. The sauce really good, not that I was suprised.
“it's really good” he looked at me suprised and took the spoon from me. “really?” he asked and tried it for himself. He nodded impressed.
“sometimes I suprise myself” I chuckled as he gave me his adorable smile.
After dinner we ended up on the couch watching TV. We couldn't decide on a movie so we ended up watching some old Scooby-Doo cartoons. With everything going on it was nice to watch something a little more cheerful.
We spent half the night giggling like idiots. I haven't laughed this hard in weeks, being with him always made me feel better. But then I couldn't help but think about what Angela said to me, she said that me and Lance were too worried about getting Seeley and Temperance together that we're completely blind to the feelings we share.
That was a few months ago and I started to relize he was exactly what I wanted in a guy, then all the bad boys, the family problems, Daisy trying to tear up our friendship didn't matter. I didn't care that Seeley was probably panicking and worrying if I was actually safe or not, I cared about how safe Lance made me feel.
“is this okay?” He asked wrapping his arm around me. Dispite the red tint in my cheeks I moved closer and rested my head on his shoulder. “of course”
It wasn't unusual for us having little space between us, but we never really been this close. Being wrapped in his arms was a feeling I didn't want going away.
Sooner, rather than later, I drifted off to sleep, as I drifted in and out I felt my body Being carefully shifted around. I woke up for a split second to relize the TV was off and I was laying on Lance's chest. Of course the couch wasn't really an ideal place for two people to sleep, but it was the best sleep I had in months.
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The next morning I woke up and went to the bathroom, when I opened the door my eyes widened.
“s-sorry Lance” I stuttered as I unintentionally started to check him out. He was only in his black slacks showing his toned chest. He had more muscle than most people would expect, I wish I could just stay wrapped up in his strong arms. He had a couple of scars on his shoulders and chest, he's told me the story after I opened up about how my dad would hit me and Seeley. I knew it was a touchy subject, but the scars made him even more attractive. It shouldn't be anything to be ashamed of, it was aprt of him.
“you okay?” he asked knocking me out of my trance. I quickly nodded noticing he was walking closer to me. The smell that surrounded him intoxicated me(in a good way), he smelled like he just showered and his Old Spice cologne.
I cleared my throat. “yeah... I just need to brush my teeth”
“right...I'll get out of your way” he moved out of the way so I could pass by him. He smiled and grabed the dress shirt that was on the counter.
While I brushed my teeth he was behind me, using the mirror to fix his collor. I leaned over the sink to spit the toothpaste out, I heard Lance gulp and when I raised back up and looked at his red cheeks through the mirror. He quickly looked down as he put his tie around his neck.
He fumbled with it for a while before I turned around and adjusted it. “there” I said softly as I fixed his collor. His chocolate eyes stared into mine as his hands fell to my waist. My heart pounded the closer he got, but I wasn't gonna stop him.
Just as our noses brushed up against each other my phone rang making him jump back.
I groaned and answered Hodgins' call.
“what do you want?” I asked not realizing how the words fell out of my mouth.
“is that how you usually awnser the phone?” Hodgins chucked.
I laughed slightly as I walked out of the bathroom, Lance had the same idea and we bumped into each other at the door frame.
As Jack was explaining how Bones and Booth found a body stuck in a bath tub and they couldn't figure out what was keeping the Skelton in the tub, that's were me and Hodgins come in, Temperance can't figure out the cause of death intill we got it out.
“sorry” I said as Lance grabed me before he accidentally bumped me into the door frame.
“sorry for what?” Hodgins asked as I heared him move around in the Lab we shared on the other line.
“never mind, I'll be there in thirty minutes” I said and hung up the phone.
“got another victim” I said grabbing my stuff.
“just another day in paradise” Lance said sarcastically.
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“oh good you guys are here, I need you.... You too Sweets” Hodgins said pulling me into our lab. Lance gave us questioning looks as he followed us.
“what's up Jack?” I asked as he walked behind his desk and pointed to a container with a thick cream colored substance.
“so, I'm hoping this is similar to the mixture that kept the victim in the tub, we estimated the victim was there for about a month”
“what happened?”
“the female victim had about two other roommates, they were both gone on 'vacation' when she died, the alibis haven't been comfermed yet”
“do you think one of her roommates did it?” I asked as I checked on the turantula I kepted in the Lab.
“that's what we're thinking, Booth is about to interview the mother and two roommates” Hodgins said.
“I'm wondering if this was intentional, Cam talked about the skin having a major allergic reaction when we came in” I said.
“what is this anyway?” Lance asked looking that the cream colored substance.
“oh yeah” Hodgins said coming back around his desks so it stood in between us. “I ground up a fraction of the tub, it's a kind of porcelain that they don't make any more... There's also the body soap from the crime seen, like you said, Cam thinks the victim had an allergic reaction to it”
“and where do we come in?” Lance asked.
“I want you two to stick your hands in there and if it hardens we know what glued the victim to the tub.” Hodgins explained.
“and what if we can't get out?” Lance asked. “don't worry, I'm a professional” Hodgins laughed. Lance took of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up, I quickly took of my jacket as well.
Reluctantly, me and Lance stuck our hands into the thick substance. The container was small so there was much wiggle room. “ow” Lance said after I acdently stabed his thumb with my nail. “sorry”
“hmm... Why don't you guys take your hands out then connect them so they fit better in the container.” Hodgins suggested, We both blush.
“don't you have a bigger container?” Lance asked. “Yes, but this container has a certain material that's needed for the experiment.”
We nodded and Lance held his hand out to me. I took it and out fingers laced together. My heart thumbed quicker that comfterting feeling holding his hand gave me. If we were in a different situation I would love this, but now we're stuck in some slimey substance.
“alright, what now?” I asked as we could now barely move our hands. Jack touched the corner of the substance and it jiggled like Jell-O.
“give it a few more minutes” Hodgins said then started to tap on his computer. “I'll be right back” He said and left the lab.
“Wait! Jack!” we shouted. I huffed and dropped my forehead on Lance's shoulder in frustration.
Lance tried to wiggled our hands out but the substance seemed to push against us. Lance gave up after a few minutes with a frustrated look. “I hope he knows what he's doing”
“yeah me too” I sighed and looked behind my shoulder hoping to see Hodgins walking around the lab.
“now that we have some free time... ” Lance started. “you want to talk about this morning?” I quickly looked back confused.
“talk about what?” I quickly asked, too to get rejected. In the bottom of my heart I had the feeling he felt the same, but his friendship ment too much to me to admit my feelings.
“n/n, we almost ki-”
“I'm back!” Hodgins chucked as he raced back in the room. Lance rolled his eyes as my other best friend unknowingly intruped.
“okay, let's see what we're working with” Hodgins said snapping some rubber gloves on. We both rolled our eyes as Hodgins placed one hand on my arm and put pressure on the box trying to lift us out.
“umm” Hodgins said scratching the back of his head. “what's 'umm'?” I quickly asked trying to break free. Lance placed his free hand on the box trying to get out too.
“get us out” Lance quickly said. Hodgins gave him a smug smile. “What's the rush Sweets?”
“I have to help Booth Interrogate the suspects” he said matter of factly.
He nodded with a small smile and disappeared behind one of his shelves. We heard a sudden buzzing sound making me and Lance bump into each other. The box almost fell over bending our wrist in an uncomfortable way, Lance grabed the box before I could totally tip over.
“this should work” Hodgins said bring over his Dremel. Lance gulped as Hodgins set the tool down and placed protective glasses over our eyes. “hang tight”
The buzzing got louder as Hodgins tried to cut threw the plastic and the now clay substance. The cutter broke causing the Dremel to stop. Hodgins pulled up and saw the cracked disk. “son of a bitch”
Me and Lance looked down and there was only a three inch cut down one of the corners. “okay... I'll be back”
Hodgins said running for the door. He then came back with a smile. “dont go anywhere”
“hardy har har” Lance said.
Silence suronded us once again. Lance sighed and shifted his feet. I got tired of standing as well and the two of us ended up shifting the box so we we're seting on Hodgins desk and the box was in Lance's lap.
Lance cleared his throat and gave me a serious look. “now Hodgins is gone... You want to discuss this morning?” he asked again. I shrugged, refusing to meet the adorable eyes I loved so much.
“y/n, you know you can tell me anything” he said softly.
I sighed, it's all or nothing, right? Without really thinking about consequences, I placed my free hand on his jaw and pulled him closer. His breath hitched but he showed no sign of moving. His head titled to the side and moved forward.
Just as our noses brushed up against each other Hodgins intruped once again. “this should work!” he grined, making us quickly pull away from each other.
Hodgins plugged in this heavy duty saw and started to cut threw everything. Eventually the container was removed, leaving what looked like a small cinder block around our hands.
“that's a good sign” Hodgins said as he grabed a small Hammer and a small hand shevel. “What is?” Lance asked.
“the way the mixture made contact with your skin proved what might kept the victim in the tub” Hodgins said as he gently and cautiously chipped the clay away.
“so the victim had the allergic reaction... Then left for dead for about a month... Between the moisture and the chemicals 'glued' her in” I said.
“Booth said her supposed best friend got her the soap, she's the only one who knew about the allergy, apparently the victim was sleeping with the killers boyfriend” Hodgins said as he got the last chunk of clay off.
“there you go” he smiled. Me and Lance tried to pull away but they wouldn't budge. I sighed and held up my hand, Lance's went up to of course.
“what now Dr. Frankenstein?” I said sarcastically. Hodgins raised an eyebrow and tried pull our thumbs apart. “ouch” I said as my skin pulled but didn't budg.
“sorry, sorry” Hodgins quickly said. “umm.. Okay we need-”
I quickly cut him off. “umm we're going to Temperance or Angela for this one” I quickly said and walked towrds the door forgetting Lance was attached for a breaf second.
“woah” he said tumbling forward then bumped into me. As we left Hodgins let out a 'sorry' as we walked towrds Angela's office, to our luck Temperance was there too.
“what happened to you guys?” Angela asked looking from her screan. “Yes, you both look very agitated” Temperance added.
“is it Daisy again? I've been wanting to set her straight” Angela asked walking forward. I quickly stoped her.
“no, this time it's your husband” I said holding up mine and Lance's glued hands. Angela let out a chuckle as she examined our locked hands.
“can you guys fix this?” Lance asked as Temperance looked at our hands too. “acetone and Hot water might work... I can get the container that had the cookies you made and you guys will have to soak your hands for a while” Temperance explained.
“I'll get Jack's acetone” Angela smiled and lefted the office as Temperance brought over an empty container. Angela then came back with hot water and the acetone. We sat on Angela's couch then stuck our hands in the small tub.
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“your experiment didn't work” Angela said as Hodgins walked in. The both of us perked up from the research we were doing. “I thought I did work?” Lance asked.
“We're talking about something eles” Hodgins asked looking at the both us then back at his wife. “they're hiding something... What are you up to?” Lance said setting down the file he had in his free hand.
Angela sighed and looked at us with a guilty face. “we wanted you guys to admit your feeling for each other.” Lance raised an eyebrow not too affected, I on the other hand turned beat red.
“you guys are always worried about getting other people together” Hodgins sighed. “me and Ange, Booth and Brennan... It was time you guys got a little help.”
I felt thankful for them but at the same time I was annoyed and embarrassed. Aside from Lance, Angela and Hodgins were my closest friends, they were the only ones who knew about my feeling for a long time... That was intill it was 'obvious' we liked each other. Angela said our feelings were way more noticeable than Seeley and Temperance's ever was.
I looked over at Lance, a little scared for his reaction. His face was sorta blank, like he was processing everything. The redness in his cheeks gave me a little hope.
Lance let out a little chuckle “sticking us together isn't really the logical aproch” I said. Our hands had loosened up a bit, but we were still stuck.
“oh, that was actually for the case, but then my idea came into play later... It just sorta worked out” Hodgins said.
I moved my hand again and this time our hands came apart. “hey, we're un stuck” Lance smiled wipping his hands on the paper towle Angela have him.
“good...” I said standing up. “I need sometime to think” I started to leave but Angela stoped me.
“you guys did nothing wrong... Really, but I just need to process everything”
I turned to Lance who looked a little upset. I hated myself for leaving so quickly but everything was suddenly moving at hyper speed.
“I'll see you at home” I smiled at Lance. He smiled at me too as I refured to his apartment as home. He then looked down and mumbled 'bye'
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I got home first, I paced back and forth in the living room, rehearsing what I was gonna say to Lance. Most scenarios ended with 'I love you', but other had me chickening out. After about thirty minutes and sighed and sat on the couch, maybe some TV with calm my head.
Old reruns of grey's anatomy was on, and like the rest of the world it seems like they wanted us together too. I know it was a coincidence, but the episode with Meredith Grey making the candle house for Derek and admitting her love for him hit harder than the last time I watched it.
My thoughts were cut off by the door opening and Lance's keys clinking on the table. “I'm home” he called out.
“Hey, Lance” I said softly as he walked into the living room. I shut off the TV and gave Lance my undivided attention. I knew he wanted to talk, but he looked as nervous as I was. He didn't go into shrink mode, we need to talk as Lance and y/n, not as shrink and patient. It was always so easy to talk to him, so was is it hard now?
“so you wanted to talk?” I asked, breaking the ice. Lance chuckled slight and put his hands in his pockets.
“I don't know evertime we try, we get interrupted” he slightly joked.
I softly smiled and looked down then back up at him. “well... There's no Hodgins or Experiments to interrupt us... Let's talk, we need to”
“we need to talk about us” Lance said, now standing infront of me. I looked up and gulped. He sighed and gave me a soft look. “your not scared of anything why-”
I looked up at him shocked. “scared? Lance I'm scared of everything! My father, who I am, our job, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you.”
I don't know what possessed me, but I walked up to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Lance's eyes widened and slightly pulled back. I gulped feeling I made a big mistake.
“I'm sor-” I was cut off as his hand cupped the side of my cheek pulling me closer. Our lips coiled in soft, slow kiss.
His hands fell to the back of my thighs and lifted me up, my legs locked around his waist as he walked backwards and tumbled into the couch. I stratled his lap as our lips locked. His hands fell to my waist, our eyes locked as I move my hands to the back of his neck, running my fingers though his curls. His hands moved the the back of my neck pushing his lips harder to mine. His toung gently touched my bottom lip asking for entrance. I granted him entrance as my hands fell to his chest.
“Wait” he sighs lowly, resting his forehead to mine. His chocolate eyes locked with mine. “I don't want this to be a one time thing... Y/n I've been in love with you since the day I met you”
I took Lance’s face in my hands, kissing him softly. It’s a small gesture but, it seems to more serious and intimate than you expected. “I love you too...”
He smiled and planted a quick kiss on my lips before flipping us, so I was lying on the couch with Lance hovering over me. He plated a soft kiss on my neck then move north, finding his way back to my lips as his hands moved under my shirt and gripped my waist gently.
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“We're together, right?” Lance asked softly. We had found ourselves in his room and instead of sleeping we just talked into the night. I lifted my head from his chest as he started to ramble.
“We can do couple stuff like going out on dates, cuddling, making out-” I giggled and cut him off with a sweet kiss.
“I'm your Lance” his smile only got bigger as our lips locked in a loving kiss. “What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” he whispered as he rested his forehead to mine.
As bizarre as it sounds, I never felt so lucky to be threatened by a criminal. I'm sure me and Lance would have found our way to each other, but this situation made the possibility happen a lot quicker. I couldn't tell you want love was intill I met Lance Sweets.
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Hi Y'all,
I'm sorry I've been a bit M.I.A.
I have been dealing with some personal and family dramas and I injured my back pretty badly and have been in a lot of pain.
So much pain that it's been too hard to concentrate on anything else; even with strong pain meds.
Because of this; I have a request.
Could somebody please write either a scenario or headcannons for:
Clone troopers x female reader
How they'd comfort her after getting hurt on the battlefield and waking up in the medical ward with a fairly serious back injury and she's forced to be on rest for the next few weeks? (Like she can't/isn't allowed to do ANYTHING herself without assistance)
Please, my creative brain is currently fried, I'm bored, lonely, in a bit of pain and could really use a pick me up if anyone's got the time.
My favorite clone troopers are;
•Trap.
•Chopper
•Howzer
•Keli
•Cody
•Hevy
•Tup
But whichever clone trooper you are most inspired to write it for would be amazing.❤
A bit of background: she's injured her lower spine which makes walking, sitting, standing, bending over, dressing herself, doing her business and showering extremely painful and difficult and they can't just put her in bacta because of how her spine is pressing on the nerves in her back. This can only be healed with time, rest and physical therapy and she finds it extremely hard to not only be out of action, but needing help with everything is frustrating and feels shameful.
Please, Please, PUH-LEASE do me a solid and somebody write this. >.< 🙏
I shall do my best to return the favor somehow.
Thanks either way.
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