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vodika-vibes · 10 days

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Heyyyy

First of all,how are you doing?

Secondly,I’ve never requested anything before so I’m a little lost

Is it possible to request anything with Commander Bly ?

Byee xx

What Angel Wakes Me

Summary: Bly is a man in love, and his favorite part of the day is waking up with his angel in his arms. Only, she's not there, and now he has to find her and bring her back to where she belongs.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 1053

Warnings: Bly can't keep his hands to himself

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hihi! I'm doing pretty good, thanks for asking! You did a great job with this request! Great enough that I'm dropping a new Bly fic just for this ask! And, as an answer to your question, I will happily write Bly! This is my...fourth? Fic with him. I love writing Bly!

Bly wakes with a quiet groan as the sound of his comm ringing annoyingly in his ear pulls him from his pleasant dreams. Blindly he reaches over to the side-table and grabs the comm, before holding it over his face to read the message.

The message is from Cody, asking if he’s coming to 79s that night.

He groans again and drops his comm on the floor, where it lands with a thump, and he presses his arm over his eyes. He really, really wants to go back to sleep.

This is his first day back on Coruscant in months, he just wants to sleep. And spend time with the woman sleeping next to him.

Wait.

He blinks and drops his arm back to the bed, before turning his head to the other side of the bed where his cyare had been sleeping the night before...well, where she ended up after they finished their activities.

But she’s not there.

He blinks at the empty spot in the bed and slides his arm out over the sheet.

Cool to the touch.

She’s been awake for a bit then.

He drops back onto his pillow, sighs heavily, and then sits up and swings his legs off the bed. If his angel is awake, then he might as well be awake too. He kicks some of the spare blankets around, to look for his sleep pants, before giving it up as a lost cause and just pulling some boxers on so he’s not walking around naked.

Not that his Angel would mind. But he likes to pretend that he wasn’t raised in a barn sometimes.

He leaves the bedroom and walks down the short hall, following the sounds of someone moving around the kitchen.

Bly leans against the door frame as he sees her, taking a moment to just watch her exist in her space.

She’s beautiful. Every inch of her. From the top of her messy hair to the tips of her painted toes. He’d kill for her if she asked it.

Not that she would, of course. She’s too good for that.

Better than him, for sure.

Too bad he’s not good enough of a person to let her go and find someone who deserves her.

She’s wearing one of his shirts, he notices as he tilts his head to get a better look at her, and not much else.

“Well now,” he teases, “Look at you.”

She glances at him over her shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips. “Good morning, Bly.”

Bly crosses over to her and wraps his arms around her waist, his hands resting low on her hips, “It is a good morning when I can see you parading around in my clothes.”

“I’m hardly parading.” She replies with a laugh as he presses a light kiss on a bruise on her neck.

“Oh? Then what do you call this?” He asks, as he grips her hips tightly and slides the shirt up slightly, in part to see if she’s wearing anything under the shirt or not. And Bly releases a pleased hum when he sees that she’s not wearing anything under his shirt at all.

“Innocently making caf for the love of my life,” She defends with a secretive little smile.

He slides the shirt up a little higher, a small grin on his lips, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to tease me, Angel.” He finally releases the shirt, allowing it to fall back into place, and she turns in his arms, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“I would never,”

“Is that right?” He leans in and brushes his lips against hers, a laugh falling from him as she tugs him into a proper kiss, almost impatiently. “Where has your patience gone, angel?” He teases.

“You must have left it behind on your deployment,” She murmurs before she lightly nips his lower lip, and then soothes the spot with a light brush of her tongue.

“Well, that was rude of me,” Bly murmurs quietly as he lifts her and settles her on the counter, before stepping between her legs, and leaning in to kiss her again.

He could kiss her forever.

Parting from her is not sweet sorrow, or whatever. It’s torture, plain and simple.

He pulls back when he feels her hands against his cheeks.

Her fingers, gentle and soft in a way that his hands have never been, lightly trace the tattoos on his cheeks. Her smile is soft and loving, but there’s something fragile in her gaze.

“Angel?”

She doesn’t answer for a moment, “I heard your comm,” She finally says, and somehow the fragility increases, “Am I losing you again so soon?”

Bly’s hands come up to cup her cheeks, and his thumb caresses just under her eye. “No. No Angel. I’m not going anywhere.” He leans in and peppers light kisses across her face, “The comm was Cody, he wants me to go drinking with them tonight.”

She slowly nods her understanding, and Bly’s fingers twitch against her cheeks, “I have no intention of going anywhere tonight, angel.” he admits, “I just got you back, I plan to spend every moment I can with you.”

A small smile lifts her lips, “That sounds boring.”

“Nope. It’s not. Never.” He pulls her head down so that his forehead is pressed against hers.

She scans his face thoughtfully, “I love you, Bly.” She whispers to him, as though she’s sharing a secret for his ears only.

And, for a man who long believed that such a thing was beyond him, he’s unable to stop himself from crashing his lips against hers. And maybe she did it intentionally since she knows just how he reacts when she says that too him, but he can’t bring himself to care.

His arms drop around her waist and he pulls her off the counter, without breaking the kiss, and walks her back to the bedroom. “Love you too,” He mumbles against her lips, “So much. Let me show you.”

And then he drops her on the bed, pulling a giggling squeal from her lips, and he grins at her. Why would he ever want to spend time with his batch-mates when he can do something so much more fun?

#star wars #tcw #commander bly x reader #bly x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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taska-rokanh · 4 months

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Request Guidelines

Alright, with requests open, I guess it's time to get the ball rolling! As a reminder, I will not write smut, incest, toxic, or age gap/minor relationships. I'm not the biggest fan of the sequels, just to let you know.

I will write all canon ships, and Sabezra because c'mon, that's nearly canon. I will write both platonic or romantic x reader oneshots, but I prefer to write platonic for female characters.

Imagines and preferences aren't exactly my style, but that doesn't mean I won't do them! Give it a shot and I'll do my best.

Edit: hey y'all since making this post last night I've decided to expand a little bit so I can post some Star Trek content that I have. Same rules apply, just with the Star Trek characters! As a fairly new fan, I feel more comfortable writing for TOS and AOS.

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clonesuperiority · 10 hours

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Finally done! Ladies and Gentlemen: My first Mini comic here! It wasn't meant to be one, but after finishing the illustrations I really wanted to add the first 3 doodles for fun ^^

I better put the next image under a cut MDNI 🕵️‍♂️

next up is as requested Dart Maul ^^

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candyfloss5000 · 1 month

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forced to live in 2024, born to be a GAR bunk bunny 😔

#sergeant hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #tech x reader #Captain rex x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #commander fox x reader #commander cody x reader #commander wolffe x reader #Commander bly x reader #kix x reader #the bad batch #Tbb #Captain howzer x reader #Captain Gregor x reader #clone trooper kix x reader #clone troopers x reader

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voxmortuus · 10 months

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Number 139. for Love Quinn xFem!reader please?

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Love Quinn x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ You ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 495 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Public smut | Fingering in public | Reader hinting to public oral | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, thank you for sending me Love Quinn! This was a nice break from ATJ and others. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @tvandfilm ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧

The restaurant was beautiful, but of course, it was, and with Love, you wouldn't expect anything less. This woman knew how to wow you, she knew what made you tick, she knew what got your gears going in a matter of words. She knew how to give you culture, she knew how to make you smile and laugh. She gave you butterflies and she very much knew she made you feel these things, but truthfully, you told her almost daily. Looking down at yourself you often wonder why she's with you, but she always reminds you that it's what's on the inside that matters more than anything. That is most important because you need to not think badly about yourself because she loves you for you, for all of you. For every curve bump and every imperfection, in her eyes, you are art.

Looking around you draw in a breath and bite on the bottom corner of your lip before you reach for your glass and take a small sip of your beverage you look over at her and smile. You admire her, the curve of her lips, the blue of her eyes, the soft feather-like strands of her hair. With a few blinks and a warm hand on your arm, you shake your head and smile.

"Shit, hi, yes, sorry… what?" you ask. "I was just admiring you. You're absolutely stunning tonight." you state softly.

"Oh please, you're the stunning one, but did you not hear what I said?" She asked.

You flush softly and shake your head. "No, sorry, I was too busy admiring you."

"I asked you to take off your underwear.” she smirks after stating so rather bluntly.

You bink a few times and look over her face and tilt your head, and you clear your throat and lean in… "Uhhhmmm… but, there’s other people here.” you give her a nervous chuckle.

Licking her lip she takes a sip from her glass and looks back at you. "They won’t see you, there’s an entire table here." she smirks.

You flush deeply and look around and you draw in a deep breath and look around again before you slip your dress up and you slip your panties off and put them in your purse. She watches you and smirks and she places her hand on your thigh and slides her hand up your thigh and smirks slipping her fingers between your legs to feel you.

You went to speak but she gave you a stern look and smirked as she started to play with your sensitive bud. You bite your lip and you let out a soft breath. To be honest, she wasn't going to care if the whole establishment heard you.

"After this, I'm getting under the table." You state boldly.

All she could do was chuckle and look over your face. "Good thing I never wear panties." She chuckled softly as she slipped her fingers into your warm dewy core.

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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The Tattoo

Summary: You scheduled a tattoo appointment for yourself, Bly is hurt that you won’t tell him what you’re getting a tattoo of.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 1271

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I love Bly. So much. More people should write for him.

You open the door to your apartment, and sigh when Bly breezes past you and settles himself at your kitchen table. “Hello to you too,” You call into the house as you shut the door and follow him into your kitchen.

Carelessly, you drop into the chair across from him.

Bly has a small smile on his face as he leans across the table, “You’re breaking my heart, cyar’ika.” The familiar nickname falls from his lips easily, it’s a shame that you don’t speak a lick of Mando’a and it’s even more of a shame that no one will tell you what it means.

You roll your eyes, “It’s a tattoo, Bly. It’s not like I’m moving to Tatooine to start a new life as a moisture farmer.”

“Yeah, but, not only did I have to find out about this from my brothers,” He says pointedly, “You won’t tell me what you’re getting a tattoo of. So. Heart broken.”

“Oh, come on. You’re covered in tattoos.” You point out as you gesture, vaguely, towards the golden tattoos flowing down his arms, and peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

“Please tell me what your tattoo is going to be?” He drapes himself across your table dramatically and folds his hands over yours, “The curiosity is killing me.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. Just like everyone else.”

“Oh! You can let me go with you!”

“No, Bly.” There’s an amused smile on your lips, “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“I’m surprised. I didn’t know you were interested in tattoos.”

“Well…I’m not really.” You shrug, “I lost a bet.”

Bly immediately sits up, and something dangerous slides through his eyes, “What.”

“Easy Bly.” Your amusement grows, “Your overprotective tendencies are showing.”

“Is someone forcing you to get this?”

“Not forcing me, no. I did agree to the bet willingly. And I’m able to choose the tattoo and the location, so it’s not so bad.”

Still, he frowns, “If you don’t want a tattoo then don’t get one. If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me.”

“Bly,” His dark eyes snap to your face, “I’m okay with it. Really.”

Some of the offended tension drains from his shoulders, “What bet did you lose anyway?”

At that your face burns, “Um…not important.”

You’re definitely not going to admit that you had a bet with Stripe on whether or not Bly was romantically involved with General Secura. You thought he was, as much as it broke your heart, Stripe was convinced that he wasn’t.

Stripe was right.

Which is a win/lose scenario for you. Win because you might, possibly, have a chance with him now. Lose because you do have to get a tattoo.

Bly slides into the chair next to you and pokes your cheek, “Cyar’ika,” He coos, “What was the bet?”

You bat his hand away, “I’m not telling.”

“Is it embarrassing? Ooh, was it a sex bet.”

“What? No!” You stare at him, “Why would you ask that?”

“Curious.” But there’s something odd in his smile, “Come on, cyar’ika. Tell me? Please?”

“Fine!” You fold your arms, and pointedly won’t look at him, “I had a bet with Stripe,”

“Uh-huh.”

“About whether or not you’re dating General Secura.”

Bly blinks at you. Twice.

“And…uh…who started the bet?”

“Stripe.”

“Right. Right.” He stands and drops a kiss to your temple, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool. I’m going to go beat the shit out of my brother. Comm me when your tattoo is done? I wanna see it.”

“Uh…sure? Why are you-?”

“Don’t worry about it. Reasons!”

Several hours later, Bly hurries back to his cyar’ika’s apartment, absently massaging his bruised knuckles.

Stripe deserved the beat down he got. And sure, General Secura had been Not Pleased with the fight, but it had been well deserved.

Stripe conned his cyar’ika and forced her to get a tattoo, for all that she claimed that he wasn’t forcing her. It wasn’t a fair bet. Stripe knows how Bly feels about his cyar’ika.

The look of resigned acceptance on his brother’s face when Bly returned to the Barracks did make him a little less annoyed. But only a little.

Bly runs up the stairs and reaches the door at the same time as his cyar’ika.

A small smile crosses her pretty lips, “That was quick.” She teases lightly.

“Well, I was waiting for the comm,” Bly admits as he scans her body, but he doesn’t see any bandages that might hide a tattoo, “Where is it?”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh, and keys open the door, “So impatient, Bly. I thought you were supposed to be a commander.” Her voice is light and teasing.

“I am, but this has been killing me.” He follows her into the house, and smacks the button to shut and lock the door, “Come on, cyar’ika. Where is it? Did you back out?”

“No. Rude.” She pauses, “Did you think I would?”

“No. Of course not.” Bly lies…badly.

“Bly!”

“What! You said they weren’t really your thing.” He says defensively.

She folds her arms over her chest, and Bly tries, really hard, to not drop his gaze to her breasts. He will be respectful, damn it.

Her lips twitch, “You want to see it?”

“Yes! Please.”

She laughs, “Alright, alright. Just so you know, I have to take off my shirt.”

He pauses, “Where, exactly, is your tattoo?”

“On my back.” She says with a grin.

“Alright, let’s see it.”

She turns around and peels her shirt off, and Bly’s breath catches in his throat. Partly because she is half naked, in front of him, and he’s kind of stupid when it comes to her, but partly because of the design on her back.

It looks like his.

Well. Sort of.

Rather than just geometrical designs, hers look more like vines, with stunning gold flowers decorating the across her shoulder and down her side. In fact, the gold of the flowers looks almost identical to the gold of his own tattoos.

He steps closer and lightly, very lightly, trails a finger across the vine.

“Beautiful.” He breathes out, only half talking about the tattoo.

She turns her head to look at him, a grin on her lips, “Yeah?”

Bly’s gaze locks with hers, and he smiles, “Yeah.” He’s not talking about the tattoo anymore.

His fingers slide across the back of her neck to grip her shoulder, and he lightly spins her so that she’s facing him. “I have a confession.”

“Oh?”

“Stripe conned you. He knew he was going to win that bet.”

She blinks, “What?”

“Stripe knows, perfectly well, who I have a thing for and he knows very well that it isn’t General Secura. He’s known for months. All of them know.” Bly brushes the back of his fingers against her cheek, “It’s why I had to go beat the shit out of him.”

She frowns lightly, “Well, that wasn’t nice of him.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“So…who are you interested in then?” She asks with a frown.

Bly laughs, “It’s not obvious?” He asks as his fingers trail from her cheek to lightly grip her chin. “It’s you. It’s always been you. It’ll always be you.”

Her lips part in surprise.

“Can I kiss you?”

A small smile crosses her lips, “Yes. Please.”

Bly crashes his lips against hers. And while Stripe got everything he deserved, he might go a bit easier on him for the next couple of days. After all, his con encouraged him to confess to his pretty cyar’ika. And that’s deserving of a reward.

#star wars #tcw #commander bly x reader #bly x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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attack-left-so · 1 month

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#everything everywhere all at once #hugh jackman #alice madness returns #montgomery gator #steve harrington x reader #perrie edwards #mbmbam #monster #the wonder years #nick nelson #rowan blanchard #zachary levi #the haunting of bly manor #wreck it ralph #brie larson

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candyfloss5000 · 2 months

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I'm just gonna leave this here 🤗

"Do you think it hurt?" The question had been eating Wolffe alive, ever since he had deserted the Empire and realised what he did.

Rex turned to him, "Did what hurt, Wolffe?"

"The general..." Wolffe couldn't bring himself to say anymore, as he felt the bitter bile stir in his stomach.

"No," Rex tried to sound reassuring, tried to sound like everything will be alright when it ultimately won't and will never be, "I think it was quick, painless."

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gotpineapple · 2 years

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While watching the Haunting of Bly Manor I realized how good Oliver Jackson Cohen would be as young Tywin Lannister.

LOOK AT THE SIMILARITY!

#game of thrones #tywin lannister #tywin lannister x reader #oliver jackson cohen #haunting of bly manor #peter quint #charles dance

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Just read some of your Bly stuff. Ahhhh love Bly.

So I have a request, you and Bly are best friends, and he thinks he likes General Secura, so he asks you for advice and you offer what you can despite the fact it kills you. He even goes on a date with the General and he realizes she's not who he wants. They both realize it's not what they want. All Bly wants is you.

You Make Me Happy, When Skies Are Grey

Summary: When Bly comes to you for advice on asking General Secura out on a date, you’re happy to help, even though every word rips your heart to shreds. You want him happy, even if that happiness isn’t with you.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 1513

Warnings: Reader is heartbroken at the beginning

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry this too so long! I hope you like it! Also, I now have a super sad post-Order 66 continuation based off of this because I just had to name the story this.

You sit in your apartment, in the dark, your eyes locked on the ceiling. You trace the stars on the ceiling, while you try your hardest to ignore the burning in your eyes and the lump in your throat.

Three weeks ago, Bly came to you for advice on asking General Secura out on a date.

Though it broke your heart, you still helped him.

You planned the perfect first date for him and General Secura. From dinner to dancing to wrapping up at a local cafe that had a good first date ambiance. You even helped him out by buying him nice clothes for the event and giving him tips on good conversation starters that don’t revolve around the war.

You even gave him advice on the best way to ask her out, warned him about putting her on the spot and making her feel pressured to say yes.

And every word, every plan, added another crack to your fragile heart.

But, more than anything, you want him to be happy. And if his happiness comes at the expense of your own…well, so be it.

After all, Bly deserves someone as amazing as he is. Someone as gorgeous as he is. Bly and General Secura deserve each other, they’ll be great together.

He deserves better than some IT girl. Especially some IT girl who was too nervous to admit her feelings towards him.

To give yourself some credit, your heart didn’t completely shatter until you got a comm late last night saying that he asked General Secura out on a date and she agreed, and that he was going out with her the following day.

Going out with her now.

You cried yourself to sleep last night. And you spent the whole day in bed today.

You’re allowed to be a little heartbroken. Just so long as you put the happy smile back on your face when Bly inevitably tells you how his date went.

You can be happy for him. You can.

Just…later.

You trace the constellations on your ceiling, and swallow hard to try and force the lump in your throat to go away. Bly helped you hang them when you moved into this apartment. He spent hours here, with you, helping you turn your house into a home.

You hoped…

Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?

Annoyed, with the situation and with yourself, you push yourself up into a sitting position, and swing your legs off the bed. You’re going to shower, wash your hair, and then order your favorite pasta from the too expensive restaurant just down the street.

And then you’re going to watch your favorite animated movie from when you were a kid, and you’re going to ignore any comms that you get from Bly tonight, and you’ll be happy for him in the morning.

That decision made, you half-heartedly make your bed, and step into the fresher to start the water.

45 minutes later, you don’t feel better, but you do feel a little more like you. And you absently drop on the couch to place your food order.

You order your favorite, and then scowl at the app that said that you needed to order more food for it to be delivered.

“Dumb. Why is there a minimum delivery-” You bitch to the empty room, just in a bad mood in general, but you also order a second meal as well as some breadsticks and a dessert.

At least you won’t have to worry about making dinner tomorrow.

You drop your datapad on the table, and turn to the holo. Time to find your favorite movie. You’re sure you saw it in here not that long ago-

An hour later, when you’re half way through the movie, there’s a knock on your apartment door. And you huff out a sigh as you push to your feet. It’s about time your dinner arrived, you’re starving.

You cross the apartment and push the button to open the door, “Thanks for the deliv-” You stop as you turn to look at the person on the other side of the door.

He is definitely not the delivery droid you’ve been waiting for.

“...Bly?”

Bly smiles at you, nervously. He looks nice, dressed up in the casual clothes that you bought for him, “Hey there, sunshine. Can I come in?”

You automatically move to the side, “I thought you were on a date?” You ask as he steps into your apartment and removes his shoes, “What happened?”

He glances at you, “Ah, yeah. Well, I was. And now I’m not.”

“It…” He walks deeper into your apartment and you allow the door to slam shut as you chase after him, “Bly, your reservation was half an hour ago-” You fret as you follow him into the living room.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You did show up, right?”

Bly’s gaze is directed to the cartoon on the holo, “Having a bad night, sunshine?”

“I…what?”

“You told me once that this is your Bad Day movie.” Bly clarifies, as he turns to look at you, a small frown crossing his face as he scans your face, “Sunshine, have you been crying? Your eyes are red.” He says as he steps closer to you and lightly tilts your head back so he’s able to see your face better.

You blink at him, “Bly! What’s going on? What are you doing here?”

“Ah. Right.” He releases your chin and takes a step back, “I did go to the restaurant with General Secura, at the time for the reservation, and we sat down and…” He trails off.

“...and? And what?”

“It didn’t feel right.”

“Bly, you’re not making sense. I did all of that work for you-” You seethe, “And you couldn’t even stay for the whole dinner-?”

He holds up his hands to try and calm you, “I realized, as I was sitting there with General Secura, that I didn’t want to be there with her.”

You blink at him, twice, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, I hope you didn’t tell her that? That’s so mean.”

Bly laughs, “She also told me that being there with me felt awkward and weird.”

“Oh. I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. She helped me figure out who I did want to be there with.”

You feel a sharp pang of hurt, though you do your best to make sure that he doesn’t see it. “Okay. So you need my help to ask this new person on a date?”

“No. I don’t, actually.” Bly replies, his gaze still locked on your face, “Sunshine, why were you crying.”

“I…watched a sad movie.” You lie, badly.

Bly takes a step towards you and very gently reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek, “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah. I know.” You mutter, “It…it’s not important, Bly. Really.”

“It’s important enough to make you cry.” Bly counters.

“Bly-”

“Is it my fault?”

You stare at him, stunned, “I…wha-...why would you ask me that?”

“It is then.” Bly murmurs, “I didn’t think…” He rubs a hand over his head, “You seemed so happy to help-”

You sigh, “I want you to be happy, Bly. No matter what.”

“And…what about your happiness?”

“Unimportant, in the grand scheme of things.” You say with an awkward shrug. A moment later, the doorbell rings, and you pull away from him to get your food from the delivery droid.

You tip the droid, and take the food, before you return to the living room, and set the bag of food on the table. “Um, so I have extra food, if you want some. They changed the minimum for delivery-” You trail off when you see the look on his face, and you shift nervously.

He looks mad. Like you said something to make him angry.

“Bly?”

His gaze locks with yours and he smiles. He steps closer to you and lightly taps your chin, “Sunshine,” Bly almost coos, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“You…wha-” Your words are cut off by the gentle press of his lips against yours. The kiss is very chaste, very respectful, and Bly breaks the kiss soon after he instigates it, and he presses his forehead against yours.

His dark eyes scan your face again, and then he smiles wryly, “That was inappropriate of me, I suppose.”

You blink at him, dumbly, “...you can be more inappropriate with me. If you want.” You offer shyly.

He grins at you, “I might just take you up on that offer…later.” His lips graze yours, and he pulls back, “But how about, we eat this food you bought us and restart this movie and turn this into our first date.”

“...you want to date me?” You ask.

“Is that so surprising?”

“But I-”

He raises his eyebrows, “Yes?”

“General Secura is so much prettier than me-”

“I disagree. And even if she was,” Bly says, “You’re my Sunshine. How could I possibly be happy without you by my side?”

Your face heats, “...I’d like to date you,” You whisper.

“Great! Then let’s start now!”

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dino-thunder-green · 8 months

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“I Can’t Wait for You.”

Fictober Day 6

Xander Bly x Reader

Description: Xander has been lying, and leaving you hurt with no explanations. You can’t take it anymore and confront him about it. {1.0k Words}

A/N: This is so sad. I love Xander Bly and for some reason I really like putting him in angsty situations. I’m very proud of this despite how short it is.

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There was a tension in Briarwood. One unlike any other tension that had been experienced before.

A normal person would assume it’s because of the monster attacks on the city, only held at bay by the Power Rangers. But in reality it was something much more severe.

You and Xander were fighting.

You and Xander - who had been friends since middle school, who had been practically joined at the hip, you and Xander who knew each other better then anyone - were fighting. And it was the worst fight you’d ever had.

You knew it was his fault. He was always ditching you in the middle of your shifts, everyone was actually. Everyone was lying. However there was a difference between being lied to by the new guy Nick, or even being lied to by your close friend Maddie, and being lied to by Xander.

It hurt.

It was hard to be mad at him. And the others would say that it was hard to watch too. They knew there was nothing he could do to fix it without putting you in danger.

“Well maybe if my best friend wasn’t lying to me all the damn time I’d be in a better mood.” You aggressively sorted vinyls into their respective spots, shooting Xander a glare from across the store.

Xander, who was standing behind the counter pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know how I've been bothering you,” he fought to keep his tone steady, “but I promise it will make sense soon. It isn’t that big of a deal.”

You scoffed. “To you maybe. But you ditching me with the entire store means I have to do your job. And Chip’s. And Vida’s. And everybody’s!” You put your arms out to gesture to the store. “Which means not only are you a shitty friend for lying, but you’re a shitty coworker too. But hey, thats not new.”

Yeah, this hurt you really bad. It hurt him too, you knew. But you couldn’t feel any sympathy at the moment.

“If you were actually my best friend then maybe you’d try to be more understanding!” Xander protested, letting his tempter get the best of him and raising his voice. He was trying to protect you, and you didn’t even know. He was doing this all for you.

You raised your eyebrows, “Well then maybe I’m not your best friend! Maybe I never was.”

You began to approach him. You don’t notice the beep, and you don’t notice the other four workers slipping out the door. You do notice Xander’s hand subconsciously go to where his phone is in his pocket. You couldn't help but think even now he wasn't focused on you, even when you were trying to have an important conversation.

“Maybe I’m just an idiot for falling in love with a guy who flirts with everyone under the sun. Maybe I’m just a person who cares about you too much, to the point that I actually give a damn when you start drifting away from me, and leaving, and lying.”

Xander froze. “You're in love with me?”

You paused, the only thing separating you and him at this point was the counter.

“I thought I did. But all I feel now when I think of you is hurt.”

Xander couldn’t move. He wanted to be on the other side of the counter. He wanted to take your hand, hold you, kiss you on the cheek and apologize and apologize and apologize. He wanted to tell you the whole truth, he wanted to tell you that he loved you too, ever since day one. He wanted to tell you that the leaving and the lying was killing him. He wanted to tell you that none of his behavior was his fault.

But the thoughts of those burned towns in the magical realm and the desolate people that had lived in them. The memories of humans running in terror from the darkness. The memory of Maddie turned to stone, of the world in black and white, of Koragg and of Necrolai, who would detect his affections for you from a mile away. The thought that telling you could put you in such danger, and darken the beacon of light that you had always been to him.

When he was Xander Bly, his love for you meant everything. When he was a Power Ranger, his love for you meant weakness.

So instead of pouring out his soul, of telling you the truth, Xander simply said, nearly begging “Please, just give me some time, and I’ll tell you everything.”

You shook your head. He hadn’t even said he loved you back. It stung. You really had been an idiot. All he cared about was his own damn self preservation.

“I can’t wait for you.” You felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “I won’t.”

You felt your heart break as you said it. If you had listened closely maybe you would have heard that Xander’s did too.

You had tears silently streaming down your faces at this point. Xander had tears in his eyes. You were hurt. Xander was distraught.

Before Xander could think the worst was over, you opened your mouth again.

“I put in my two week notice last week. I’m sorry.”

Xander felt numb, “But who will take care of the shop?”

“You should. You and Maddie and Nick and them. That is supposed to be our job.” Your tears gave way to a coldness that shocked you and him. All of your turmoil from a moment go evaporated, you had to do this. It hurt less this way (Or so you told yourself).

“And what about us? Will we be ok?” Xander was desperate for any sign that he could salvage this.

You took a shaky breath. “Thank you for being my best friend. And I hope you can figure out whatever is going on with you. But I don’t think I can be a part of your life anymore. Not like this.”

Xanders phone rang as Chip started calling for backup. He had to go, now.

Deep down, he could feel it. The feeling that if he walked away, he’d never get you back.

His phone vibrated again. A faint explosion could be heard somewhere in the city outside the store.

Xander prayed you could forgive him.

His prayer echoed, unheard.

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Hey y'all! First time I'm opening up my requests bc I'm itching to write and have 0 ideas! I normally write around 1k words, possibly more if I'm super into a request!

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Clone Commanders — Cute HCs ☁️

xFemale!Reader || — sorry for disappearing 😬😅

P.s. I know we only see some of these guys very briefly, so these are just my interpretations of them in these situations.

Commander Cody ↴

“When you say you love me, know I love you more. When you say you need me, know I need you more”

Downtime together — you and Cody are at the point where downtime together can just mean relaxing. It's a busy life in the clone army and you understand that he's deployed here and there across the galaxy at a whim, so some consistency for a few hours or days (depending on how much time he has) is a really nice thing for Cody to experience. A lot of it consists of staying in bed, a very rare thing. You two will wake up, Cody at his usual hour, because he's pretty sure he can't sleep in, and you shortly after. From there you talk, cuddle, catch up on things that have happened to each other while the other was away, plan for the next time you'll get to see each other, etc. He enjoys the normalcy so much that you try extra for him when he's home. You offer to cook a favourite of his (which of course he'll offer to cook for you. and then you both wind up in the kitchen together), and you ask if there's any place he wants to go while he's on-world (like a date to a park or bar).

An absolute sweetheart — if he knows he’s going to be away from Coruscant for a good while, he’ll set up little things that will remind you how much he loves you. Like when you came into your apartment’s kitchen and found three vases of flowers (which are hard enough to come by on Coruscant) all from Cody. He made an appointment ahead of time so they’d be scheduled to deliver while he was away. Usually, it comes with a small handwritten note saying “so you don’t forget me” or “one for every day I'm gone." // Cody tries his best to contact you as much as he can while on a mission, but sometimes there's a more dangerous situation at hand and he'd hate to endanger you in any way, so there are nights that he has to skip. Of course, you've learned that he always has his reasons, but most of all you're just grateful to hear from him again, having assumed the worst.

Silent struggles — Cody doesn't talk about a lot, but the war has taken a toll on him in various ways. Physically obviously, and that at least he can't hide from you. Mentally is where it gets more challenging; he's used to being the leader, even for other lower rank officers to consult with and look up to. So it's rare that Cody's verbally an open book. Hence, it's essential for you to know his body language and tone which gives him away pretty easily. / Sometimes if he simply says nothing, you know it's something he's struggling with. That's when a long hug or just holding his hand can mean a lot to him. After thinking about whatever was bothering him for a while, he'll lift your hand up and give your knuckles a kiss as a way of saying thank you.

Loves to snuggle — Cody loves having you in his arms. He's gotten so good at reading your body language that when you're being a bit shy about physical contact, he steps in and fills the gap for you, so you don't have to ask. He can just tell when you want to be close, so by habit, he makes sure that he's always perfectly welcoming and accessible to you. // At home you're constantly cuddled up next to him, or leaning against him. Cody loves that you feel so comfortable, and it makes him feel like he can more easily protect you when you're close, so that's a bonus too!

Commander Wolffe ↴

“I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid—”

He's liked you for a long time — yep, Wolffe has been pining after you for a good long while before actually addressing the feelings. He's not very open with his emotions, so he wants to be sure that there's no chance he's misreading any signs. If there are no signs from you, he'll never say anything, he'll just love you from a distance. Thankfully, however, he could sense there was something mutual between the two of you, it was now just a waiting game to see who would address it first.

You are one of two, either:

↳ you're extremely similar // you two are the toughies, everyone saw it coming because you’re basically the male and female version of each other. Which of course is prime teasing material. You’re kind of a dream team though, whenever someone needs a stern sitting down or a little intimidation is required, they just call up you and Wolffe. / There's a lot of heated tension, you two are both stubborn beyond belief, so when there's a little disagreement it quickly turns to more; suddenly there's aggressive flirting and inuendos flying all over the place (anyone watching is genuinely confused over whether or not you're going to kiss or kill each other).

↳ you're the couple nobody saw coming // literally no one would have imagined you'd be the couple. You're more on the shy timid side, you love cute things like giving gifts to the boys before they head off on a mission, and you're extremely kind to just about anyone you meet. Wolffe is head over heels for you. He wants to protect you at all costs, and if someone so much as looks at you funny he'll get real defensive real fast. All the other clones just shrug and say "opposites attract I guess," whenever they see the two of you together.

Loves to be cuddled — he’ll never admit it, but he likes being cuddled. He doesn’t always cuddle back, especially if there's even a possibility that someone will see. But since you know he likes it based on his body language relaxing every time you hug him, you don't shy away from it. The other clones have to smile when they see you snuggled up to Wolffe, and he's just going with it. / The Wolfpack like to tease him about this, "Hey, Wolffe, you finally got a tail" one says, holding back a laugh. Wolffe looks over his shoulder to find you hugging him from behind. // However, get him alone and he loves to nuzzle up against you, usually nosing at your neck while he wraps his arms around your frame keeping you as close as possible.

His physical affection — when you're alone, Wolffe has a very hands-on form of affection; he's better with actions than words. You can really tell his emotions based on his physical contact / lack thereof. Wolffe likes to nuzzle up against you, with a hand tightly around your waist or stomach. Sometimes when he's more stressed he'll just come up behind you and rest his forehead against the back of your head, hugging you more softly. When he's distant you know something is really occupying his thoughts; you either let him be until he's ready to talk or you just let him know you're there with a simply touch, a hand across the back of his shoulders, a quick kiss to his jaw, etc.

Commander Fox ↴

“They said, “I bet they’ll never make it,” but just look at us holding on. We’re still together, still going strong”

Not a lot of off-time — unlike a lot of other clones, who get to wait for their next mission or next ship departure, Fox doesn't have that luxury. Aside from a few off-world things, wherein he's predominantly protecting a diplomat, Fox is constantly working when he’s on Coruscant. Thus, his whole team knows you, because you often stop by his on-world office. // “Please report to the droid and he’ll log your-“ Fox begins, but pauses when he looks up to see you standing on the other side of the glass with a smile. He immediately sets down his pen and holds the com button, now talking in a whisper, “what are you doing here?” / “the guys told me you had lunch in a few, so,” you lift up a basket, “I thought I’d bring some.” / Fox is blushing fiercely at the idea that his team knows about the two of you, when Hound waltzes in the office, you wave, “alright lunch!!” He announces. / “Not for you, you’ve got an hour and a half until your break,” Fox corrects him.

The man is stressed and tired — most of the time Fox is stress to the hilt about this or that, an order from Palpatine, issues with Coruscant crime, lack of sleep, etc. That being said, Fox just likes to be held sometimes. He love resting against your lap, stomach, or side when you two are just relaxing together. He wants to be near you no matter what you’re doing, even if you’re busy with something else, he just likes to be with you. It’s his favourite when he rests his head in your lap and takes your hand in his, placing it on his chest as he closes his eyes and tries to relax the best he can. He’s found that your presence is one of the most soothing things in the galaxy.

Plans, plans, plans — Fox has a big heart and just wants to do what he thinks is best. So, he has a lot of plans for you two if, more than when, you get downtime together. He has a whole notebook of things he’s planned out for just the two of you, it’s not only a long list but a very very detailed list. He’ll admit, he gets a bit bored on the days he's sitting in an office all day, so he whips his little notepad out and makes some special notes. // Fox doesn’t exactly show you it, you more so discover it when he’s getting ready to leave at a ridiculously early hour. // “what’s this?” You ask picking up a notepad that fits in your hand. / “That’s- it’s nothing,” Fox starts, barely having zipped up his black bodysuit he’s already trying to take it out of your hand. / “Fox, come on,” you plea sweetly, and with the furrow of your brows and the way the morning light pours against you in your nightgown, he can’t say no. Accepting defeat he steps back, letting you bring it down in front of you. / “You’re just gonna laugh,” he says as you gently open the first page. / What you find is scribbles of locations and date ideas, some things are crossed out, others are circled, but they've all got something special about them, your favourite this or that, hobbies, places he's heard you mention a lot, etc. Before he can protest again, you're wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss that takes him by total surprise. / "Stars I wish you didn't have to go to work," you smile.

A little clingy — when you actually get time together, Fox can be a little clingy, which is the opposite of his work persona. You understand that he doesn't have much of his own, and the time you get together is very minimal, so it's not too much to ask that you each give each other the most of your attention when you do get to be alone. / Some of your closest friends have picked up on it, when you at random drop small plans (like going out for the night) their immediate response is a smirk followed by "Fox has extra hours off tonight doesn't he?" and you can't even deny it anymore.

Commander Bly ↴

"Every now and then, the stars align, boy and girl meet by the great design. Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?"

Friends first — Bly without a doubt is your best friend ever since you met you two have just clicked. He’s always treated you right and been there for you, even putting aside feelings at times, not wanting to ruin the friendship. However, you became so close that the line between friends and more definitely became blurred and neither of you had a problem with where it was going. But at the same time, it felt so natural that neither of you officially decided to talk about the status of each other in the changing relationship.

Seamless transition — it wasn’t until someone actually called you out as his girlfriend and Bly said “yeah, so quit teasing her” that you two realised you were obviously more than friends at this point. Bly blushed as soon as he realised he’d confirmed your new status without even asking you out in the first place. Since you were in the same boat, not expecting it to just come out so naturally from him, you assured him that you’d love to be his girlfriend which lead to a conversation of: “have we been together together?” Bly tilts his head like a confused but contemplative puppy. / “Well, everyone else seems to think so?” you shrug casually, quirking you’re lips as you look to him. / “So…should I still ask you to be my girlfriend or-?” Bly lifts a hand, waiting for your response. / “I think we’re on the same page now,” you place your hand in his, to which he naturally holds.

PDA — Bly isn’t afraid of it. He’s completely comfortable with physical touch. It’s never over the top of you’re in public, but he’s perfectly content to hug you on the landing platform, hold your hand while walking through the barracks, and keep you close by the waist as 79’s. It feels very natural coming from Bly, and it’s in the little things too. If you’re talking to a friend and Bly happens to see someone trying to move behind you, he’ll just gently put his hand on your back or the small of your back just to let you know not to step any further back without verbally interrupting your conversation. Whenever you’re nervous, he sets a hand on your knee or offers his hand for you to hold as a distraction. When you’re at home it’s very cosy and relaxing just having him around giving you a little physical affection in the cutest ways.

Always a gentleman — Bly is always pampering you. He has a tendency to lavish you with gifts and little things that he knows you enjoy a lot or have had your eye on for a while but just haven’t committed to buying. Gifts are a big thing with him because he feels it can be a little way of reminding you that he’s thinking of you and that you mean the world to him. It also allows for the relationship to feel more normal when he’s home. Which means he doesn’t mind taking you shopping in the market districts when he has some downtime between assignments. He’s the kind of boyfriend who actually patiently waits for you outside the fitting room, commenting on every outfit you come out in. / “Bly,” you drop your shoulders mildly frustrated, “you said that about the last one.” / “Well darling, I can’t help it you look beautiful in all of them,” he half chuckles to himself, raising his eyebrows at you.

Commander Colt ↴

"Baby, you're all that I want, when you're lyin' here in my arms"

Tried to keep it professional — you were only stationed on Kamino for a few weeks, but you can Colt had a really strong connection to each other within days. Without even talking to each other you were instantly interested. Colt tried to ignore anything being there and did his best to talk to you only in a professional sense, but he couldn’t help but follow you from the corner of his eye every time you were around. He wanted you to see him as a commander doing his job well, just as he respected you for doing your job. However, he didn’t take into consideration the attraction that arose. There was something so magnetising about you to him, eventually he tested the waters and began to get a little subtly flirty here and there with you.

Heated start — when you picked up on his hints you came back with something a bit stronger asking if Commanders got their own private quarters. Stunned, but smiling under his helmet, he coolly told you “yes,” before giving you the details of his last training shift that night. What was meant to be a one night stand turned into two, or three, or four, and eventually you had to admit that there was something more than just the physical between the two of you, not to say the physical wasn’t phenomenal. Colt agreed and you began to work out of being together was even plausible. Coming to the conclusion that you could make it work, you agreed to give it a go, but keep it pretty much under lock and key. Not wanting your relationship to be widely known.

Misses you a lot — Colt is tied to Kamino with his task of training and protecting the planet and facility. You however are not, so when the Republic sends you elsewhere, Colt’s the one who is stuck in one place worrying about you being out there. / “I’m only going to Coruscant for a briefing,” you tell him one night, lying together. / “I know,” Colt tried to reason with himself, not used to feeling so worried, “but I just want you to be safe.” / “well, I’m getting an escort from your most recently graduated squad,” you remind him, “so, if they’ve learned from the best I’m in good hands.” You kiss his cheek. / “hey, you’re for my hands only,” Colt pulls you a little closer by the waist. “Don’t worry, they may have learned from the best,” you place a lingering kiss, “but you’re still the best to me.” // You make sure to contact him as many nights as you can when you’re not on Kamino, he loves to listen to how your day was, an update on your assignments, etc. He’s just a softy who wants to know you’re okay.

Over protective — when you’re stationed on Kamino, you’re literally surrounded by clones. Colt takes this somewhat as a threat because inevitably he’s not the only one to take notice of your beauty. A few other guys think you’re quite the cutie, but the moment you tell them you’re with Colt they back off. Colt has a reputation for keeping his cool and being patient with new trainees and upcoming soldiers, except for when it comes to you. Literally any other circumstance, he’s fine, he’s calm, someone tries to flirt with you and he’s threatening to throw them off the landing dock and feed them to the Aiwhas. // You find it a little funny how Colt can be so intense and intimidating, yet you know him so intimately that it’s like a whole side of him that he hides most of the time.

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