As requested by @sugarpuffsstuff , thank you sm, as always you are so, so lovely. Like, one of my fav people on here. These are mainly just the story from Fox’s point of view and includes a small extension beyond said story ;)
To everyone else, I’d love it if you could request more headcanons on previous work, or if you just have something in mind you’d like my thoughts on. Enjoy! (The formatting’s a bit strange bcs Tumblr mobile is my only option atm. There’s a 50% chance that it’ll get fixed when I have my laptop again, lol)
- To kick it off, Dogma was the one to arrest you that night. He got “rescued” into the Coruscant guard after Umbara, and it was his first night flying solo when he did, so he was a little lost (understandably) when the systems randomly shut down and he wasn’t able to give you a ticket, as per protocol
- So he took you back. You were terrified when you got thrown into the back of a “cop” (the guard wasn’t really cops, but you didn’t know what else to call them, really) speeder. You hadn’t really done anything too wrong, just a little bit of very high speed, illegal races. Of course, that would warrant tickets, but not actual jail
- You got handed off to Commander Thorn at the door, who was admittedly, very nice, if not very intimidating. He saw you shaking like a leaf when you removed your jacket and honestly felt somewhat bad about putting you behind bars for a bit. That’s why he stayed at the desk next to the cell. It wasn’t standard for Commanders to do such, but he did want to make sure you didn’t actually pass out while in there
- To be honest, Fox only came back to hand off your jacket and relieve you once they reached the decision to release you because he thought you were very interesting. Your speeder parked outside was nice. Not senator nice, but nice in the way that he wanted to meet who was driving in it. Just from popping the hood for two seconds, it was apparent that you or someone who you worked with had done some extensive work with it
- When he saw how scared you were in the cell, he got a little ashamed. Only a little, though. It was his job to be somewhat scary, as a commanding enforcement officer. So, he handed off the jacket and made sure you got to the door alright
- And had to avoid whacking Thorn upside the bucket when he commented on how cute you were
- He couldn’t believe his luck when he saw you at the coffee shop that night. Fox saw your speeder outside on his way in and had to take a minute to convince himself that it was just some lucky bastard that happened to have the same model as yours. But when he saw you standing there, his heart stopped
- It started again when you called out his title to get his attention, beating twice as hard against his sternum. And when you offered to get it for him to make up for the bigoted barista? This man nearly fell over
- His hands twitched at his side. He wanted to touch your shoulder, slide his fingers between yours, pull you close, do anything to get you closer to him. There was something about you that made him want to bury his face in the nice little space between your jaw and neck and stay there. To protect you from anyone else who might make you shake like you were shaking in his cell
- The fact that you were still probably scared of Fox hit him pretty damn hard, like a brick to the face. But then there was concern in your eyes. Aimed towards him. Were you worried about him? How he took the rude barista? Maybe the bags that seemed to perpetually decorate his eyes?
- And then you didn’t flinch away from his hand when he raised it to pat your shoulder. You didn’t seem to mind the nickname either. Every time he called you “Speedy” the corners of your eyes bunched up, exposing a beautiful twinkle that he thought only belonged in movies
- The next two mornings Fox was absolutely swamped and unfortunately, was kept from returning to the café at the same time as he wanted to. The idea that there was really only a small chance that you would be there again was his only consolation
- But on the third morning, there you were, sitting ever so perfectly in the corner you were expecting him there. Something in your gaze lit up when you finally saw Fox and it was like everything else melted into the background for him. He couldn’t even help the little smile that escaped, like it was a reflex upon seeing you
- Before he knew it, he was at your table and teasing you, desperately trying to stop himself from sliding into the booth next to you or doing something similarly embarrassing
- The excuse to go grab some caf really was his saving grace. He was two seconds away from doing something shiny-level stupid. Like sitting across from you and playing footsies to get your attention.
- When he returned and you looked so disappointed, something protective reared it’s head inside of him. Fox had to grind his teeth to stop himself from offering to help fix whatever made you look so downcast. But then you asked for his comm and all rational thought in his head ceased to exist.
- And you called him cute and it took everything in him not to get very, very flustered. You thought he was cute, you thought he was cute, you, Speedy, thought he was cute and wanted to give him your comm frequency
- It was literally error 404, Fox not found, until he realized that you were trying to make a strategic retreat when his answer was delayed. He couldn’t stop it anymore, he grabbed your arm and brought you close. Close enough that your proximity had his skin burning and words stumbling.
- Fox knew how to talk to romantic interests. More than enough nights at the 79’s with the other Commanders had more than established his prowess, but that knowledge seemed to cease to exist when you got that close. Luckily, you leaned into it, basking in his little stutters and insistence that you take his frequency as well
- When he walked you out, he wanted to pull you closer, right up against himself until you molded against his armor. Actually, kriff the armor. He wanted closer than that. Fox wanted anything you would give him
- Had he known how close you were to pulling his upper half into the speeder to smash your mouth against his, he would have happily dragged you into the backseat of your fancy speeder to make out with you until he was forced to go back to work. And when you gave your engine that cheeky little rev? Maker, Fox had to stop himself from hopping into his and chasing you down just for the hell of it
- To be clear, the caf date the next day went splendidly. You both had rather engaging conversation, your teasing bounced off one another, neither one of you really stumbled over your words like you had done previously. By the end of it, he walked you to your speeder once more, this time with your arm looped through his.
- You both tried to keep your hands off each other, you really did. Second date (was that your second date? It certainly wasn’t your first time seeing each other, but it was your first real hang out) rules and all that. But then, you slid your hand up his greys that he had donned for the outing, open palm resting softly on his very well shaped pectoral.
- When you kissed Fox’s cheek, standing next to your speeder, he couldn’t help himself. You were just so warm and soft and sweet. Fox backed you up against your speeder, crowding you against the sleek, painted metal. There was a second, then your lips were just as soft against his own and he nearly lost himself in the taste of you. Careful fingers crept up to cradle the back of his head, softly swirling a bit of his hair around one or two.
- Fox would like the say that he was ashamed of the noise he made when those fingers gently tugged on his hair, but that would be a lie, and he wasn’t too fond of making a liar out of himself. Not when he dealt with backstabbing, power hungry poor imitations of politicians every day
- To answer any questions, you two did migrate to the back of your car for a nice, long, sweet make out session.
- Another date was planned before he left abruptly to respond to a call
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Ok, let's get this out of the way: Happy New Year =) Hope it's a good one, wish you everything you want, end of the world, blablabla =)
Now, You know what this world needs? A little more time. We need time. We need to stop running along in our daily waterfall and stop.
-Stop.
-Stop?
-stop
-Why stop?
Why you ask? For others. A certain grandmother of mine just had a small operation to the hand. I could have just kept running along life, but I fazed out and thought about her for a minute. Calling her seemed normal (get a little health news, etc). After taking in good news about her hand, She told me about a little light problem she was having. It's dark and late at night, I could have just kept watching television, waiting for hockey, but ehh, felt like getting some air! After walking in the cold, a good hour of handywork and talk brought me back to my couch.
You know, it seems stupid, but these days, people neglect others.
People just keep running along each other and barely stop.
So I ask of you, during this cold season, to stop.
Stop and call someone you haven't talk to in a long time;
