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tempest-sun · 2 years

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Forever and for Always Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Elephant in the Room

Warnings: Smut (descriptions of f! receiving oral & p in v intercourse)

Words: 3,353

Summary: Date night! You and Rex spend the night together before he set to deploy on yet another mission. Even though you're used to the routine of him leaving, something feels different this night and you can't quite put your finger on it.

“Ugh, what is that smell?” You complain, padding into the kitchen. Your roommate Dyra looks over her shoulder.

“It’s just eggs…?” She says confused, stirring them around the pan.

Your stomach turns and you plug your nose at the overwhelming stench of scrambled eggs. “One sec.” You dash down the hall back to your room. You just make it to your ensuite fresher throwing up your supper from last night in the toilet.

Dy holds your hair back rubbing your back. “You okay?”

“I knew that buffet was a bad idea,” You stand up flushing the toilet. You move over to the sink to brush your teeth. She has her arms crossed looking unconvinced.

“This is the third time this week you’ve thrown up,” her reflection to yours observes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I just haven’t been feeling well.” You rinse your mouth. “Maybe it’s the flu that’s going around.”

“I hope not,” she walks into your room. “Remember when T had it? They were out for a week.”

“Maker I hope not,” you follow her back to the living room. A nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach. You push it down reaching for your favourite mug.

“Are you seeing Rex tonight?” She switches the burner back on, resuming cooking.

“Mhm, it’s his last night before he gets deployed again.” You sigh sadly pouring yourself some caf mixing in some sugar and milk. Taking your mug you sit at the kitchen island.

“Do you know where he’s going?” She asks.

“Nope,” you pop the “p”. “All his missions are quote on quote confidential.” You prop your head up with your hand, absentmindedly stirring your coffee. “I just wish I knew where he was headed, you know.” Tears spring to your eyes. “It’s just annoying. I don’t even know why I’m crying.” You brush your tears away.

She sits on the opposite side of the island eating her breakfast. “It’s only natural to miss him when he’s gone.”

You sip your coffee ignoring your protesting stomach. “I know and I knew what I signed up for when we started dating. So I don’t get why this time feels different.”

“It’s probably just your anxiety. He’ll come back. He always does.”

“You’re right. I just need to take my mind off it… wanna come shopping with me? I need to pick an outfit for tonight.”

“Sure! I gotta shower first if that’s okay?” She places her empty bowl into the sink.

“Yeah definitely!”

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Many shopping bags later, you and Dy return to the apartment with enough time for you to get everything perfect for tonight. With supper warming on the stove, you give yourself a final touch up.

“He is going to die when he sees you!” Dy gasps when you exit the fresher in your new dress.

The fabric clings to your body enhancing your curves in all the right places. “That’s the goal,” you wink. You admire your reflection in the floor length mirror, twisting and turning your body. “Are you sure it looks good?”

“Yes! Stop staring at yourself before you talk yourself out of it.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” you walk over to your vanity. The buzzer for your apartment trills. “Can you get that? I gotta finish my lipstick.”

“Sure, but hurry up.” She teases leaving your room. “Coming!” She calls.

You take another glance in the mirror noticing that the dress fits a little bit tighter around your middle than it usually does. You frown. Of course you’d be bloated tonight. Please, maker, don’t let my period come tonight. The last thing you want is for his surprise to be ruined. You toss your hair over your shoulder ignoring the insecurities lurking under your skin determined to not let anything ruin your last night with Rex before he goes for however long.

Rex’s jaw drops when he sees you finally emerge from your room. Dy looks over her shoulder from her perch on the back of the sofa. She smiles at you.

“Wow,” he says. “You look, wow.” He crosses the room. He takes you into his arms wrapping them around your waist.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you compliment admiring him in his civvie clothes. He wears a simple black tunic that stretches deliciously across his chest that you love snuggling into. The matching trousers hug his long legs like they were designed specifically for him. It is unreal how this perfect Adonis of this man is yours to love and be loved by. “Hi,” you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Hi,” he returns your kiss resting his forehead against yours. You nuzzle your nose against his.

Dy clears her throat. “Alright love birds, I’m gonna head out.” She slaps her thighs standing up. “Rex, good to see you, good luck on the mission.” Dy grabs her overnight bag. “And you, try to keep it down. I don’t want another noise complaint.”

You blush at the memory. The noise complaint in question? You were scolded by your elderly Chagrian landlord for the “obscene sounds” coming from your apartment. You had tried to convince him that it was a holodocumentary rather than Rex finally allowing you to cum after edging you for hours. Whether or not your landlord believed you, doesn’t make things less awkward when you run into him in the common areas…

You look at the clock. “Um, Dy? Don’t you have a bus to catch?” You tease.

“Oh kriff, okay! Gotta go!”

“By Dy!” Rex calls watching her leave. “Finally,” he says, pulling you in for a deeper kiss. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you say between kisses. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” he pecks your lips.

“Good because I made your favourite.” You take his hand leading him to the dining room.

“You spoil me, ner cyar'ika,” he sits at the place setting. You set a plate in front of him. Proud of how everything looks and smells. You’ve never made roasted Nuna legs before and you hope he likes it. He inhales deeply. “How am I supposed to go back to ration packs after this?” He teases.

“You deserve to be spoiled my Captain,” you pour him a glass of Nabian wine. You set your own plate and wine glass sitting beside your boyfriend.

“Thank you for doing this,” he places a warm hand on your knee, tracing a circle on your flesh with his thumb.

“You can thank me later,” you lean in for another kiss. “Now eat up before it gets cold.”

“Yes ma’am,” he digs into his food, not once removing his hand from your knee.

You keep your hand on top of his there to anchor yourself that he is here. The two of you eat in a comfortable silence despite the elephant in the room. You keep stealing glances at him. He is totally at ease and his typically tense shoulders are completely relaxed. Your heart swells with love wanting nothing more than to freeze this moment. For him to stay and never having to go and risk his life. The thought of losing him… tears spring to your eyes. You reach for your napkin, dabbing under your eye not wanting to put a damper on what’s supposed to be a happy night.

He sets his fork down leaning back in his chair. “That was delicious ner cyar’ika, thank you— hey, what’s wrong?”

“Seeing you so relaxed,” you smile, tears dripping down your cheeks. “It makes me happy. You make me happy.” You put your hand on his cheek. “I love you so much Rex.”

He presses a kiss to your palm, bringing his own hands to cup your face. “I love you too, y/n.” His kiss is gentle and full of promise. “My heart belongs to you. Always will.” He brushes the lingering tears from your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “No more tears tonight sweet girl okay?”

“Okay,” you promise him.

“So, I have something for you,” he says almost shyly.

“Oh?” You watch him walk over to the poncho he must’ve hung up when he first arrived.

“Close your eyes.”

You do as he says, putting a hand over your eyes.

“Hold out your hand.”

You extend your palm feeling a thin rectangular object being placed there.

“Now open.”

You look down at your palm. “Rex, what is it?”

“Open it and find out,” he puts his hands in his pockets watching your face as you open the box. Inside, on a bed of soft fluff lays a delicate silver chain with a small heart shaped sapphire pendant in the center of it. “I know it’s not much but—“ he rubs the back of his dyed head nervously.

“It’s perfect,” you grin up at him. “Put it on me?” You rise, handing him the box. Turning around, you gather your hair away from the nape of your neck. Carefully, he drapes the necklace over your head. You place a hand over the pendant, holding it in place as Rex fastens the clasp. His hands slide to your shoulders. You turn back around, the necklace falling perfectly above your breasts. You loop your arms behind his neck. “I love it. Thank you.”

“Now you’ll have a piece of me when I’m away.” He kisses the tip of your nose.

“And I’ll always wear it so I have you with me.” You give him a quick kiss. “I have a surprise for you as well.”

“You do?”

“Mhm,” you grin. “But you’ll have to wait until after dessert.”

“What if I want it now?” He quirks his eyebrow.

“Then I’d say patience is a virtue,” you tease.

His hands trail from your waist to cup your ass through the fabric of your dress. “Can you give me a hint?” He gives your ass a squeeze.

“Hmmm, I think I could be persuaded.”

“Is that so? I may have a few ideas,” he pulls you tight against his chest slotting his mouth against yours. You take his bottom lip between your teeth sucking gently. His grip on you tightens. He slips his tongue in your mouth when you gasp. Your tongues meet in a skillful dance only parting to come up for air. “Persuaded yet?” He smirks against your lips.

“Why don’t you meet me in the bedroom and find out?” You give him a mischievous look.

“You’re not coming?” He looks confused.

“Patience,” you sing-song. He playfully rolls his eyes giving you another quick kiss before sauntering down the hall. You clean up the dirty dishes and place them in the sink. That’s a tomorrow problem. You snuff out the candles, turn off the lights, save for the stove top light, and lock the front door. You pad down the hall to your room finding Rex already lounging against the headboard, his tunic folded over the back of your desk chair. His boots are also off, leaving him in just his pants. He is absentmindedly flipping through the channels on your tv, settling on one that has a non-stop stream of jazz music. “Hey handsome,” you lean in the doorway. “Comfortable?”

“I will be once you join me,” he reaches out for you.

“Don’t you want your surprise?” You close your bedroom door.

“Of course I do,” he sets the remote down on your night table. He sits himself at the bottom of your bed.

“Can you unzip me?” You turn your back to him. His long, deft fingers tug the zipper down, exposing the skin of your back to him. His other hand trails down your spine sending shivers through you. You face him once more letting the dress drop around your ankles.

“Kriff,” his amber eyes darken at the sight of you. The necklace he bought for you is accented perfectly with the see through lingerie set that is the exact shade of blue of his armour that you’re wearing. “Ner Cyar’ika.” His hungry eyes trailing back up to your face.

“Do you like it?”

“Get over here and I’ll show you,” he grabs your wrist, tugging you into his lap. He crashes his lips on yours tangling his fingers in your hair. You kiss him with fervour, grinding your clothed core against his growing erection. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he moans, turning his attention to kissing down your neck.

“Rex,” you say breathlessly when he reaches that sweet spot that makes you weak. “Mark me. I want you to mark me.”

You feel him grow harder at your request. He nips the skin right where you want him to, soothing the bite with a swipe of his tongue. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he continues trailing open mouthed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, down your chest. His fingertips trail down your back, goosebumps following in his wake. “So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. His skilled fingers pinch the band of your push up bra snapping it open. He looks up at you in silent permission. You nod letting him slip the straps off your shoulders until your bra falls to the floor. Never taking his eyes off yours, he takes one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand.

A sigh tumbles from your lips, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to steady yourself against him. Your panties dampen against his lap, the sensation of his mouth and his fingers on your nipples turning you on like crazy. “Rex,” you whine when he stops.

“I want to taste you Mesh’la,” he says. With a strong arm around your back, he lays you underneath him. “Let me take care of you.” He slides a pillow underneath your hips. Hooking his fingers under the lace band of your panties, removing them slowly down your legs. With a wolfish glint in his eye, he tucks the panties in his pants pocket. “For when I’m away.”

A fresh wave of arousal rushes through you at the thought of him using your new panties to get himself off. “You better not lose them,” you grin.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he chuckles. “I’d hate to break up the set.”

Your breath hitches when he slides his large hand up your legs. His nose skims against the soft skin of your inner thigh peppering it with more open mouthed kisses. He inhales the scent of your skin. “Beautiful,” he whispers. You shiver in anticipation, his lips achingly close to where you want him most. Instead, he repeats his motion with your other leg.

“Rex,” you whine. “Please.”

“Tell me what you need ner cyar’ika.” His mouth inches from your pussy.

“Your mouth, gods, I need your mouth on me—“

“Needy little thing aren’t you?” He smirks. His arms hook under your thighs, draping your legs over his shoulders.

You tremble when you feel his cool breath on your damp folds, his nose slightly nudging your clit. “Rex, please, don’t tease me.”

He licks a strip through your folds causing you to let out a surprised moan that he would oblige you so fast. Usually, he drags it out until you’re near begging for him. Tonight though, he’s all business. Through hooded eyes you watch him, languidly exploring your cunt as if it’s the first time. “So sweet.” His voice reverberates through you.

“More,” you plead. “More.”

He looks up at you and you nod. His one hand that’s been gripping your thigh angles between your legs. His index and middle finger easily enter you, his mouth finding refuge on your small bundle of nerves. “Oh Rex,” you close your eyes arching your back. His other hand snakes up your waist to hold your left breast. He scissors and twists his fingers deep in your cunt, his tongue swirling relentlessly in a figure eight motion. “Oh, oh, don’t stop. Rex— please— yes— oh!” Your toes curl and your thighs quake as you squirt around his fingers. He gradually removes his fingers letting you ride out your high.

“Good girl,” he praises, slipping his fingers between his lips, licking them clean. He crawls back over you giving you a sweet kiss. You taste yourself on his lips. He grinds his erection against you.

“Why are these still on?” You gesture to his pants.

“Someone was impatient,” he lilts, kicking them off. His thick cock finally free. Your mouth waters at the sight wanting nothing more than to lick the bead of pre-cum from his tip. You reach towards him but Rex tuts nudging your shoulder to lay back down. “I said, let me take care of you.”

“I want to take care of you too…”

“You already have,” he gently kisses you. He grips his cock in his hand positioning himself at your entrance. “Ready for me?”

“Always.”

He slowly pushes into you, inch by inch until he is sheathed inside your warm walls. He groans feeling you flutter against him. “Maker, I love you.” He rests his forehead against yours. He lays on top of you, leaning his weight on his right forearm so as to not crush you.

“I love you so much,” You entwine your left hand in his, squeezing it in reassurance that he’s okay to move.

He draws himself out of you before thrusting back in. Your lovemaking is slow and sensual, savouring every touch of his skin on yours. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, him hitting that spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. “My sweet girl,” he growls in your ear, speeding up his rhythm. “All mine.”

“Rex, oh Rex,” you chant his name like a prayer, your orgasm building like a tsunami. “Yes, yes!”

“That’s it, cum for me my love,” he grunts, his hips snapping against your pelvis. His hand squeezing yours.

“Rex!” You cry out, the blissful waves crash over you suddenly.

His own high chases shortly after yours painting your walls white with his seed. Your name, a strangled moan on his lips. He pants, resting his forehead on yours. Pressing a gentle kiss to your lips he rolls off of you. “I’ll be right back,” he promises walking into the fresher. He returns after a moment, a pink washcloth in hand. He is gentle with you while he cleans you up.

Once you are both cleaned up, you lay on his chest tangled in each other’s arms. Rex, as much as he tried to fight it, falls asleep in the middle of his sentence. You, however, can’t bring yourself to fall asleep not wanting to miss a second of your last night together.

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The next morning, you and Rex say goodbye at the doorway of your apartment. You wish you could see him off at the landing platforms so you can have him just a little bit longer but you have to protect him by keeping your relationship a secret.

“It’s like I just got you back and now you’re going again.” You bite your bottom lip to prevent it from trembling.

“I promise to comm as soon as I can.” He kisses your knuckles. “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too,” you throw your arms around him. “Be careful.” You search his eyes, pleading with him not to go. A bad feeling nagging the back of your mind.

“Always am,” he strokes your cheek. His comm beeps. “Gotta go. I’ll see you soon.”

“Not if I see you first,” you reply, a call back to when you first met and since then it became your signature goodbye. With one last lingering glance and a wave to you, he disappears into the elevator. Back in your apartment, you realize how quiet it is. He’ll be back. You tell yourself. You have nothing to worry about. He’ll be back before you know it. Still, something that you can’t put your finger on continues to torment you. Looking out of the floor to ceiling windows of your living room, a new day breaks over Coruscant.

Please, Maker, watch over him. Please bring him back home safe and sound.

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#star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction #captain rex #star wars reader insert #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #ct 7567 #star wars smut #star wars angst #Forever and for Always #FafA

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party-hearses · 5 months

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Hello wife 💌

angela where do i even start. we’re married, for a good reason, and i can always count on you to get me, just like i get you. if our love was a graveyard it would be full to bursting. mutual weirdness forever, you feel?

you are so inclusive of everyone, and the way you make every single person feel welcome in this community is admirable. it is an absolute privilege to know you, to share space with you, and to be able to read your work. i love you endlessly!

#bone void rot #forever and for always #angela gets her own tag #ask game

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ratcandy · 1 year

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"if only hallownest had a therapist" they have one actually his name is mato . bugs just can't fucking find him due to his living habits (being inside the walls of the land's outskirts)

#you could argue sheo as another alternative but he is also impossible to reach due to his unmanaged garden out front #so.#ok that was all. i wrote mato as a therapy dad ONE time over two years ago and since that point he just is that way in my head #forever and for always #im just sayingshit #hollowed bugs #clamtalk

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buffynha · 2 years

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Forever and For Always

By karp-about-the-karp

Canon up to Season 4 Finale, Santana's trying to find her dreams in New York and get over Brittany for good. Brittany's trying to start her real life now that high school is finally over, and get Santana back for good. Brittana, Unholy Trinity, Kurcheltana.

Rated: Fiction T

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Pairing: Santana L., Brittany P.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 12

Words: 18,415

Published: Aug 21, 2013

Updated: Jan 11, 2014

#Forever and For Always #Forever and For Always fanfic #By karp-about-the-karp #karp-about-the-karp #santana lopez #brittany s pierce #brittany s. pierce #brittana #brittana fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #brittana fanfiction

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liquidstar · 6 months

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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

#i think about this story sometimes like yeah I'm proud of them for that too actually. good job baby brothers #they're not babies anymore of course they're turning 20 next year which is crazy #but they're still the type of people who'd do something if they saw something of this sort happen for sure #respectful of women and everyone else too. they're good guys #I'm glad I ended up with them living in my house against my will for like 14 years #anyway i have no idea where i was for all this but my best guess is probably a friends house given the time period #i was always at my besties house lol #i hope she's doing well too actually. haven't spoken in forever...#bestie from greek elementary school... if you're out there... let's get muffins and fanta at the bakery across the street again someday 💜☮️

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music-in-my-veins14 · 11 days

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'Cause I'm keeping you forever and for always We will be together all of our days Wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face Always Mm, baby

#Forever And For Always #Shania Twain #Lyrics

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verflares · 3 months

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NOW SPELL: ANGEL Z-E-L-D-A WRONG! TRY AGAIN.

#light dragon #zelda #princess zelda #totk #totk spoilers #loz #loz fanart #blacked out and drew this . she is the tortured babygirl of alltime forever and always. the cosmic unfavourite. love her #ftr the pose here is the dying swan which is very thematically appropriate #but that stupid mandela catalogue/deltarune remix has been stuck in my head bcus i kept listening to it while painting. and well #my art

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pokimoko · 10 months

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I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

#animation #animated film #animated movies #across the spiderverse #across the spider-verse #spiderverse #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots 2 #nimona #nimona film #yes i'm posting this specifically because i just watched nimona and am feeling all kinds of things but really these are all PEAK TIER #the fact they have ALL been released within 7 months of each other...like...woah we are thriving right now #stylised animation with its own unique style reflecting the movie i love you forever kissing you on the mouth #films that make me ferally rip up any and all art blocks to shreds #and that's just the animation side of things #i won't get started on the plots. they also make me want to bounce off of walls #hugging all these close to my chest #as well as all the other great animated movies that exist because animation wins all catergories for me always #(let's not forget anime movies either; y'all are beautiful too! keeping 2d animation alive and i'm so here for it)

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tempest-sun · 2 years

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Forever and For Always Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Transmission

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,403

Summary: Rex acts on Cody’s advice and someone discovers your secret.

Ch. 01 - Ch. 02 - Ch. 03 - Ch. 04

Now, let’s go fight for your girl.

Those seven words from his Vod repeat on a loop in Rex’s mind giving him courage as he rounds the corner towards the café where he first met you. A part of him hopes that you will be there waiting, sipping on a mug of your favourite caf, a smile on your lovely face. He misses your smile and longs to see it again. Rex isn’t a religious man but he is praying to every Maker who will listen that he is successful in the fight to get you back.

Rex pauses outside the glass door entrance of the café. The signage in the window is still flipped to closed. In his haste to investigate your change of heart, he forgot that it is still the wee hours of morning. A flicker of movement inside gives him hope. With trembling hands, Rex pushes open the door relieved to hear the bell above the door trill.

“Sorry, we are still closed—” Dy looks up from counting the credits in the till. “Rex, what’re you doing here?”

“I’m sorry to intrude but I needed to talk to you.” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

“It couldn’t have waited until later?” She crinkles her nose. “After you showered? No offense but you smell like a Florrum brewery.”

Rex shakes his head. “This can’t wait.”

Dy sighs. She’s heard first hand from you, affectionately of course, how stubborn he could be.

“Sit. I’ll brew up some caf. Maker knows you need it.” She places a thin caf filter into the metal tray pouring a generous amount of a high concentrated caf grounds in. Sliding the metal tray in place, she presses a red button to allow the brewing process to begin. The first drops of caf drip into the insulated pot.

Rex sits on one of the red plastic stools lining the edge of the metal countertop. Wringing his hands, he asks the question he’s been dying to ask since he entered the café. “H-how is she?”

“She’s holding up,” Dy says carefully, pouring the freshly brewed caf into a mug for him. “I know you want answers but I can’t betray her confidence.”

“Please,” Rex catches her wrist gently, releasing it when she doesn't turn away. “Help me understand.”

Dy purses her lips studying the clone in front of her. The lines on his face have deepened from the frown that’s made residence on his lips. His brown eyes are bloodshot with dark circles under them is further proof how much your breakup has affected him. She drops her shoulders wanting nothing more than to clear up this whole mess. For both your sakes but she can only do so much without betraying you while also helping Rex find some closure.

“I’m not the person you should be asking,” she leans on the counter on her forearms.

“You know she won’t answer my calls.” Rex looks confused at her suggestion.

“Not Y/N.” Dy drops her voice despite it only being the two of them. “I shouldn’t be saying this but because I love you both… you’ll need to ask General Skywalker about what happened.”

“General Skywalker? What does he have to do with it?” Rex sets the half empty mug down on the counter.

“Y/N didn’t and wouldn’t say much beyond the fact that General Skywalker implied that she was the reason you were injured.” Dy reveals. “Had to pry it from her after I calmed her down.”

Oh Cyar’ika. Rex clenches his fists, anger bubbling in his heart. “She doesn’t believe that, does she?”

Dy places her hand on his wrist. “I tried to tell her otherwise but she wouldn’t listen to me. You know how she is once her mind is made up.”

Rex nods agreeing with her but he also knows how effective the General can be in his intimidation tactics. He gets up abruptly. “I have to go.” He reaches for his credit bag.

Dy puts her hand up. “It’s on the house.”

“Thank you,” Rex says, turning to leave. He stops remembering the other reason he came to the café. “Dy?”

“Yeah?” She puts down the coffee pot.

Rex extracts the necklace from his pocket. “Can you make sure she gets this?”

Dy gives him a reassuring tilt of her head. “Of course, but where are you going?”

“There’s someone I need to speak to.”

The journey from the café to the barracks passed Rex by in a blur. He strides across the shiny granite floors, his focus strictly on the figure of the Jedi Knight he is looking for.

“General Skywalker,” Rex barely keeps his voice professional as he calls out in greeting.

Anakin smiles. “Ah Rex! Glad to see you’re back on your feet—” He doesn’t have to use the force to recognize Rex’s simmering fury. “Rex? Are you okay?”

“What did you say to her?” Rex balls his fists at his side.

“Say to who—?”

“Y/N.”

“Oh, yeah, Y/N,” Anakin takes a deep breath, deciding not to bother with being coy. “Look, I only told her that the relationship you had is not realistic in the long run…”

“So you decided to take it upon yourself to intimidate the woman I love and scare her away?!” Rex seethes pointing his finger at Anakin.

“Rex, you have to understand that I only did it to protect you,” Anakin tries to reason. “At least until the war is over and legislation passes so you can live your life however you want.”

“With all due respect General, my personal affairs are none of your business to interfere with.”

“But it is my business, Rex. Especially when it comes to yours and the 501st’s well-being and efficiency,” Anakin gestures around him. “Especially in light of what happened on that last mission.”

“That had nothing to do with my ‘efficiency’ and you damn well know that!” Rex snarls.

Anakin’s features soften. “Rex, you need to calm down.”

“Don’t kriffin’ tell me to calm down!” Rex shouts. A few clones turn to look towards the pair. “You may have just cost me the love of my life due to your misguided perception of events.”

Anakin places his hand on Rex’s shoulder, reaching out with the force to quell the fire of the captain's rage. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but this is for the best. You need to just let her go.”

Rex shrugs the General’s hand off his shoulder, giving him a scathing look. “If it was the Senator, would you be able to ‘just let her go’?”

“Now that’s different.” Anakin crosses his arms, his clenched jaw ticking.

”Do tell,” Rex challenges.

“Well, for starters Padmé, I mean the Senator and I— we— uh,” he stammers.

“Anakin, come in, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice interrupts whatever explanation Anakin would try to come up with to justify his actions.

“I’m here,” Anakin replies.

Rex scoffs. Saved by the bell.

“I just got word that we are to be dispatched to Yerbana to aid Cody and the 212st effective immediately. Where are you?”

“I’m here at the Barracks with Rex.”

“Excellent. We leave on the hour. Be ready.”

Rex gives General Skywalker a look that says ‘this discussion isn’t over’ before walking out of the barracks with Anakin in tow.

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You find yourself back in Doctor Minez’s office. After the stress you’ve been under for the past week, you’ve decided that it is better to be safe than sorry when it comes to yours and Rex’s unborn child.

Rex.

Last night’s events come flooding back to you in vivid detail. The pain etched on Rex’s face after you lied to him about not loving him anymore torturing your mind. In a bid to stay calm and to soothe yourself, you rub your subtle bump with your hand. Despite everything, you wish Rex was here. He would know the exact thing to say to reassure you and keep you calm. He has an uncanny ability to do that. It’s one of many reasons why he is such a good man and why he would make an excellent father.

“Good afternoon, y/n,” Doctor Minez walks into the office gently closing the door behind her. “How are you today?”

You smile at her from the examination bench. “I’m okay, and you?”

She sits opposite you on a durasteel chair. “Busy, you’re lucky you came in when you did. Now what can I do for you?”

You clear your throat. “I was wondering if you could check to make sure the baby is okay? Um, I’ve been under a lot of stress this week and I just want to make sure everything is fine.”

“Of course I can,” she smiles kindly. “Let’s go do another ultrasound to make sure. Follow me.”

You lay on another examination table with your shirt bunched up under your breasts and a cold translucent jelly smeared on your stomach. You wait in anticipation, staring at the black and white picture on the screen.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

You nearly sob in relief at the sound of your baby's heartbeat. You settle for a laugh, covering your hand with your mouth.

“There we are,” Doctor Minez pats your knee. “Nice strong heartbeat and from what I can tell, your baby is developing beautifully.”

“That is such good news,” you grab a tissue from the desk, wiping the excess jelly off, and fixing your shirt back down in its proper place. You stand, planting your feet on the ground. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”

“Anytime hun. I’m going to schedule you for another check up in approximately three weeks, just to make sure everything continues to progress the way that it is supposed to. Okay?” She hands you the updated ultrasound photos.

You take them from her. “Yeah, that sounds fine.”

“And try to avoid any unnecessary stress too.”

“I will. Thank you again Doc.” You leave the ultrasound room, walk past the reception area, and out of the maternity wing. You smile down at the photos in your hand not paying attention to where you are going. Oof.

You look up to the solid mass that you just bumped into, paling when you see that it is Jesse. He grips your biceps to steady you. “Y/N, what’re you doing here?”

You shake your head, bending down to pick up the scattered ultrasounds that you dropped. “I, um, I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait! You dropped something!” You can hear Jesse call your name but you’re already in the lift.

Avoiding stress. Right…

You’ve managed to calm your anxiety by the time you walk in the door of your apartment. Inside, you can hear the muffled sound of Dy singing along to the radio. She must be home from work. The door swishes closed behind you as you walk into the kitchen.

“Hey!” she greets over her shoulder. “How was your appointment?”

You set your keycard in the glass bowl on the island. “It was good! Baby is healthy, thank the Maker.”

She leans against the counter. “Speaking of the baby– I saw Rex today.”

Your eyes flicker up to her face. “You did? When?”

“He stopped by the café this morning.”

You nod, your mouth feeling like you’ve swallowed cotton. “How– how is he?

Dy looks as if she’s choosing her next words carefully. “He’s seen better days.” She taps her foot on the linoleum. “Look, please don’t get mad but I may have told him why you were upset.”

“You did what?” You rub your temples suddenly feeling lightheaded.

“If you were in my shoes, you would have done the same especially with the way he looked. He’s devastated.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” You shout, your voice trembling. You lower it down to a whisper. “It killed me to do that to him but I had to. To save his life.”

“I’ve told you, Rex’s accident was not your fault.”

You chew the inside of your cheek. “There’s something else.” Taking a deep breath, you tell her the full story of what General Skywalker said to you at the hospital.

Dy’s features are pulled together in confusion. “Decommissioning? What is that?”

“I don’t know,” you pull your arms tight around yourself. “From the General’s tone and Rex’s reaction to the word when I asked him about it before… I can’t imagine it’s a good thing.”

“Especially since Clones are considered property of the Republic…” Dy says in realization. “It all makes sense now. Why you had to keep your relationship a secret.”

“Everything I did, it was to protect him.” You brush a tear away.

“I know, and he knows that too,” she goes over to her purse, producing the delicate silver chain with the small heart shaped pendant dangling in the middle of it.

It feels like a lifetime ago that Rex gave this symbol of his love to you. You extend your hand with your palm up. “Where did you..?”

“He wanted me to give it back to you.” She squeezes your wrist in reassurance. “You both knew the risks that came with being together and yet you fell in love anyway. If he’s not ready to give that up then why are you?”

She’s right. This war could be over tomorrow for all you knew and Rex would be free. So why waste any more time?

You push away from the kitchen island, reaching up to fasten the necklace around your neck where it should’ve stayed from the beginning. “I need to borrow your air speeder.”

“Finally!” Dy grins, sliding you the keys. “Now go fight for your man!”

You arrive at the hangar bay in record time barely shutting off the air speeder before you’re dashing inside. The hangar is mostly empty save for a handful of technicians repairing GAR ships.

One of the technicians glances towards you. “Ma‘am? You can’t be in here.”

“Sorry, I’m looking for Captain Rex. Is he here?”

“Actually, you just missed him,” the Technician points towards a Venator-class star destroyer that’s rapidly ascending towards orbit.

You bring your hand up to your pendant as you watch the ship carrying the love of your life become smaller and smaller until it disappears from view completely. You don’t want to come to terms with the fact that you may have been too late.

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ash-and-starlight · 5 months

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humble contribution

#basic: interpreting mizu’s gender based on what u think fits best #based wired inspired: interpreting mizu’s gender based on the ship so that it’s always a gay relationship #also whoever drew taigen’s nose Like That..#i am forever thankful i need to kiss them with tongue #ode to taigen’s nose: page 1 of 204737835737493 #did i spend too long on this instead of just simply grabbing screenshots? look away #blue eye samurai #mizu #akemi #taigen #taigen’s top knot before it met its early end teach the angels how to sing baby 😔🙏#ringo #my art #yuri is when there’s blood and themes yaoi is two blokes who do fuck all

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inkskinned · 5 months

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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

#spilled ink #warm up #writeblr #this is about someone specific but feel free to blorbo on main.#tbh this is familial for me so that is an element but it's also about childhood best friends #and probably about ur enemies to lovers blorbo #(but i want to specifically say if ur partner is like this. not necessarily a good partnership lol.)#(the dynamics at play in familial/friend relationships feel equally important and in some ways are HARDER to escape.#bc we can see that this is a potentially toxic romantic foundation.#but in family ? ...... it's toxic and it doesn't stop u from loving them. bc u always have.#and i think that makes it harder. by a lot. which is what this is referencing).#but genuinely and really truly forever feel free to tag ur potentially toxic enemies to lovers on this and all my poetry #here i'll do one for u - adora & catra :x

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