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would you write something for gregor? he is so fine!

oh you already know Gregor is now living in my head rent free 🥵 sorry for the long wait! Hope you enjoy this fluff with out giggly boy 🥰

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That Laugh

Gregor X GNeutral!Reader

word count: 1.4k

After a frantic escape, Gregor is left in the hands of Cid who had just about had enough of her parlour being treated as a ‘Clone Clubhouse’. Being put to work, he meets you and he is smitten.

warnings: Fluff, just fluff 😌 also not really proofread ngl.

tags: @sw-ff @itsjml @eyecandyeoz @captxin-rex @by-the-primes @cwarssimp @kryptoknight123 @kriffclone @archisstically-done @justalittlecloud @ladykatakuri

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When Gregor was physically pushed into the dingy little bar also known as ‘Cids Parlour’ by Wrecker, he wasn’t expecting to be shoved straight to work by the owner Cid themselves. The short and slightly hunched Trandoshan had forcibly shoved a wet sponge into his hand and told him to get scrubbing.

He didn’t even have time to react. Everything happened so quickly. One minute he was a slave to the Empire, then he was being saved by rogue and defective clones and the next he was back cleaning in a grubby bar just like he was back on Abafar.

Where was Rex? He thought that he would’ve come to collect him by now. Few hours had passed and he was now scrubbing at the tables, liquids and sticky foods being nearly impossible to scrub off that he almost broke a sweat doing it.

“Hey Y/N! Good to have you back.” The voice of the weequay, who he might add wouldn’t shut up and leave him alone for five minutes along with his friend, had rung out from behind Gregor.

“Hi Bolo, Hi Ketch. How’s things going down here?” You spoke up for the first time and no word of a lie, Gregor felt his heartbeat quicken at the sound of it. He stopped and had to look at you and as his eyes scanned the room, they landed on you.

Skin warm, smile warm, eyes warm… his jaw went slack as his eyes trailed up and down your body. Your clothes fit you like a glove and voice was like a song.

He didn’t know how long he was staring at you until your eyes had flickered over to his, one of the patrons pointing over in his direction. Your smile widened and you had already made your way over to him.

His mind was running wild, your eyes never leaving his and the closer you got the more quicker his heart began to beat against his chest like a drum.

“Hello there.” You greet, hand extending towards him in a friendly gesture.

“U-uh…” he cursed himself for his babbling, he was typically so smooth and slick but his tongue was tied and his heart felt like it had launched out of his chest and tethered itself to yours. Is this what love at first sight is like? Seeing a beautiful person across the room that you can’t even string a sentence together? Was it normal for the whole room to be blurred and his only focus was on you? He was smitten and honestly….? He was pretty happy about it.

You had pulled your hand away slowly as the man in front of you gazed at you and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat flattered? He was handsome and very toned but his eyes held a spark. His eyes held adventure that you wanted to seek. “I see Cid has you slaving away already?” You offered another point of conversation and this time, he managed to reply.

“You could say that, I’m Gregor by the way.” His hand this time extended out, seemingly pretending that whatever his little stare meant didn’t happen. But, you gave him the benefit of the doubt and latched your bare hand to his.

“Y/N.”

He didn’t catch your name. Not at all. Your skin, as expected, was warm. No, not warm – sizzling. It was as if fire was seeping through his blacks and into his skin, burning its way into his veins that pumped straight to his heart. Wow he thought to himself. He wondered if you felt it too but your face always remained smiling so it was hard to tell.

When he spoke, you giggled inwardly. What an adorable voice. You had spoke to many clones in your time, including clone force 99 but this man here, Gregor, was a reg and spoke so different. It was a little croaky but also had the hint of sweetness too it.

It was you who pulled away much to his disappointment and moved around him, taking a seat at a booth he had just cleaned and patted the spot next to him. Like a puppy, he followed. You had his attention.

“What brings you here? Don’t get many clones passing through…” your voice was tinted with uncertainty, suddenly remembering that all clones were different now. Tech had told you in great detail about these inhibitor chips. You glanced at the side of his head and there was no scar… he had not had it removed. You were wary but his persona gave a different vibe.

“Wrecker brought me here.”

His answer surprised you and you looked around but didn’t see the large clone anywhere. “Wrecker? How come you was with Wrecker?”

“They rescued me from an Imperial base. But they lost one in the extraction.” He ran a hand through his already slicked back hair.

Your eyes widened. “L-lost one? Who?”

“Uh, Hunter I think.” He sent you an apologetic look. “Captured by the Empire. The others are going to rescue him.”

Your heart sank a little and you shook your head. “He was always kind to me.” You sigh, rubbing a hand against your forehead. “I hope he’s okay.”

“They’re some of the best fighters I’ve seen,” again he giggled, wether it being a nervous laugh or not you wasn’t but Gregor wanted to put your mind at ease, “heh, I would’ve been grateful to fight alongside them in my commando squad.”

You looked at him and then down to the remaining pieces of armour that he had left. Of course he looked different, the white plastoid that hugged his body was considerably more dense than what normal regs would’ve worn. “You’re a commando?” You ask, genuinely intrigued.

“I was! And I’m, not to brag, a captain too.” He smirked as he leaned back, arms coming up to rest along the back of the booth seats but mentally cringed as he stuck his hand in something gross that was lingering on the back of it, wiping it off his hand as discrete as possible.

“A captain huh? Captain Gregor…” his name and rank rolled off your tongue with a satisfying softness to it, Gregor felt his heart swelter as you said his name, also watching as you chewed on your lip once you said it. “I like it.” —————————

Yourself and Gregor hit it off from there. He had told you all about his life, what had happened to him and how he managed to survive two explosions. You hazard a guess that due to toxic flames he had experienced it had slightly damaged his voice box but you couldn’t help but find his voice both attractive and very cute.

Cid had to go and ruin it however, she came storming out of her little office in a huff and then her yellow beady eyes settled on you and the handsome clone in the corner of the parlour.

‘Y/N! I’ve been waiting on you for an hour! You gonna do this job for me or swoon over the new decoration in this joint!’ You blushed a bright red and began to stand before Cid cane full force at Gregor this time too, ‘And you, get back to scrubbing! You aren’t leaving until tomorrow.’

You told Cid you’d be right with her and watched as she grumbled to herself and hobbled away, her walking stick crashing a little louder against the floor.

“Sorry, I should really go to see what she has me doing now.” You sigh, not even trying to hide your disappointment about leaving Gregor to himself.

He stands too and takes a step closer to you. “Would hate to see her ugly side.” He chuckles earning a chuckle that matched his.

“Who is to say that isn’t her ugly side?” You sniggered with a hushed tone.

He laughed too but you found it hard to pull away from him even if you weren’t physically touching. Why was you so enraptured with this man? The answer is simple; he was lovely and he thought the same about you. And that laugh.... amazing.

“Maybe we could uh-.” You had gone to turn away after giving him a fleeting smile but stop as he began to speak up. “Maybe I could dwindle my way out of here tonight and take you out?”

A shocked expression at his boldness appeared but how could you say no to that handsome face? The talk you had been having for the last hour was nothing short of boring and this captain had captivated you just as you captivated him.

“Alright, go on then.” You grin, trying not to giggle like a school girl at the prospect of you going on practically what you’d see as a date.

“I’ll see you then sweet cheeks.” He beamed with that sweet voice of his and as you turned away, you caught in the reflection of the mirror that was usually so dirty but now spotless, Gregor fist pumping the air in triumph.

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Ok so I have this picture in my mind:

Cody is at your home, so done with the shit that’s going on. But he acts like he always does: self-assured and professional. He doesn't want you to worry about him. Not that you already have.

And then, trying to cheer him up, you just talk to him, about the view outsight, how beautiful the lights are and how life will always find it's way as long as there is hope and beauty in the galaxy. But he can’t see a single damn light, cause all he sees is you.

And maybe his composure falter...

You know what, I don’t even know if this was meant it o be a request or not but it is now! Cody deserves all the love, he gets so much shit so let’s show him how much we love our boy in yellow. @14mcmd1122 💛

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Cody X GN!Reader

word count: 1.3k

Your beloved Commander was always so professional and serious about the life he leads. But, after the trepidation of war finally hitting him, it hits just a little too close to home.

warnings: talks on war and death. Cody just needs a cuddle. Reader being lovely, angst.

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Your heart always burst with joy when your beloved Commander would walk through the door of your home. Days and sometimes months away from one another can have its toll on you both but as long as he came back, that’s all you cared about. This time however, he was acting different.

The first time you met Cody was during a small festival that his battalion was set out to oversee. All was well and you had a little stall set up selling items from your homeworld when he approached. Of course, he was stern and asked if he could run a quick analysis of your stuff and so you let him. He thanked you and moved away but you couldn’t help but keep a close eye on this Commander. You also noticed that he didn’t ask any of the other merchants about their items- just yours.

All through the day, he would linger around you. You tried to pay no attention to it but once he removed his helmet and revealed his handsome face, you were glad that he was nearby. As the festival came to a close, he had wandered over and offered if he could help you. Stunned, you thought he’d have better or more important priorities to attend to but he insisted upon it. You had been inseparable since.

Fast forward a few years later, there he was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded over his chest and head tilted down.

You watched him with a curious gaze, there was something wrong but he would respond in the way that he always does: ‘There is nothing wrong’ or ‘I’m fine, stop worrying’ but you did worry. A lot.

The war was currently at its worse and your beloved Commander had seen many soldiers fall to separatist enemies. He acted so self-assure sometimes and professional that you may not even think he had suffered loss if you did not know him. But by his change in demeanour, even if it’s just by the slightest of switches, you knew something was eating him up.

“Follow me my love.” You beckoned Cody over to you as you walked towards your balcony, letting the doors slide open before resting your arms over the stone railing.

You waited until you heard the shuffling of feet and the presence of Cody beside you where you wish he’d always be.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” You asked after a few moment of peace.

The landscape beneath you was full of glistening lights from buildings, a long canal of flowing water centred in the middle that shined beautifully with both the sun and the moon beaming down on it.

Cody looked on at the view bucket still on his head. He placed his hands over the barrier separating them from below and hummed in response.

You felt a bitter chill blow against your body and you wasn’t certain that it was the wind or the intensity he was radiating. “Cody... take off your helmet.”

Cody tensed. You noticed.

“Please?”

And so he did.

His eyes were sullen and skin looked rough and torn. The war was taking its toll on him and that was obvious.

As his eyes roamed the horizon in front of him, no view compared. The lights were twinkling but nothing compared to the light in your eyes; so full of the love and emotion that you had for him which he never quite understood.

At the moment you continued to look out, hoping to take his mind of the war even if it’s just for a second, his eyes would always find their way to you.

You captivated him to no end and he could never express how lucky he was to have you. He was smitten, infatuated and head over heels for you but deep down he felt like he could never give you what you wanted.

Your head turned to him, finding him already looking down at you. You raised a brow. “Are you okay, Cody?” You ask so gently in the case that he could break.

He stilled. Your penetrating eyes snapped him out of his trance and let out a mere nod. “Of course.”

“No you’re not Cody,” you shake your head dismissively, your voice maintaining its gentle tone, “I know you’re not. And it’s okay that you’re not. Alright?” You reason to him to try and spark some reaction but he said nothing nor did anything.

“Cyare.... what’s going on?” Your words lingered in the warm air for a little while, him suddenly finding it difficult to look at you as he began to speak with hesitated breaths.

“This war... this life...” he crumbled, leaning further forward on his elbows over the barrier with his head hanging low. “I’m just tired. Tired of it all.”

You reached across, resting your hand on top of his gloved one, visibly seeing him exhale. “Is this it? Is this my life? Fighting for a war we may never win?”

Unsure of what to say on the matter, you hoped your touch was enough to bring him some form of comfort and it did, greatly. Although he may not show it.

“And what about us?” He stood abruptly, making you jolt a little at the sudden movement as he faced you. “What kind of life am I giving you? Away for months on end? The possibility of us...” he trailed off, sighing and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Of us what?” You urged him to continue, now standing in front of him with your hand still resting on top of his own.

“Of us having a family.”

His voice was quiet and timid, head hanging low as if he was ashamed of what he can’t give. He gave his life for the Republic and what are they giving him in return? Clones aren’t even allowed to have attachments but here he was years later, secretly dating the one person he wanted to protect the most in the galaxy.

“Oh Cody.” you coo, thumb grazing over his glove.

Of course at some point or other the thought of getting married, raising a family had crossed your mind but nothing you ever addressed to Cody. So to hear him talk about it both warmed your heart yet slightly cracked it.

“I want to give you the best life mesh’la but I am so scared that I won’t be here for the long run. What kind of father would I be if I’m dead?”

Your heart broke.

“Don’t say that! Don’t ever say that! You would be the greatest father regardless of what happens. They’ll grow up knowing that their father was a warrior and served for what he believed in.” Your words were like an explosion of love to him as you took a step closer to him, hand reaching up and cupping the side of his cheek.

His eyes lingered on yours, a gentle grief hiding behind those brown eyes. “But for now,” you whispered, “let’s just focus on us. Just me and you. I’ll always be here.”

“…. But what if I die in this war?”

You inhaled sharply, doing your best not to cry in front of him. He hated it when you cried. Your hand gently traced its way up his arm and over towards his chest, just over his heart and gave him a soft smile. “I’ll always be here.” You say once more.

Cody closed his eyes and placed his hands securely around your back and into his chest. Your arms wrapped around him and felt a small pressure against the top of your head as his chin rested upon it.

“I love you, cyare.” He tried to hold back the tremble in his throat, emotions suddenly hitting him at an all time high.

You stayed like that for a while, just you and him replenishing your life together in the form of a tight hold. Your exhaled softly, allowing Cody to bring you in even closer. Then, you felt something wet hit the top of your head.

It wasn’t rain, it never rained.

So you hold him just a little tighter.

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Hello I’m pretty new to tumblr so idk how this works but could I request some dogma fluff please with a female reader? Maybe Dogma becomes accident prone when he’s around you? Constantly tripping up over his words or his feet, basically completely flustered around you? Thanks! 😸

🤺 Dogma slander be gone 🤺

Flustered

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Dogma X F!Reader

word count: 5.4K... this got a little ahead of me but idc I love it and I love dogma. Enjoy.

Always a stickler for the rules and policies, Dogma never thought his mind could be easily preoccupied but that was until a new medic joined the boys in blue and he lost all sense of control.

warnings: Fluff, Dogma being a shy and awkward mess, flirting from reader, embarrassing moments, slight seductive behaviour from reader, maybe a kiss (idk I write these warnings before I even write the one shot lmao), not really proofread.

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Open-minded, tentative and relaxed is the complete opposite of what Clone Trooper Dogma is; hence the name.

Always a stickler for the rules, Dogma found himself bending over backwards for rules and regulations and putting them into action whenever he could. Even on the battlefield, he was always ready to fight even if the tactics were compromising.

When he went into the medbay on Kamino today, ordered by Kix to have a routine check up, he certainly was not expecting for his whole demeanour to change in a split second.

Him and Kix were making small talk as Dogma led on one of the beds, Kix wiring him up to a monitor just to check his heart rate. His eyes closed as he let his vod scan through his vitals before crossing the bay to tend to another brother. “You should come out to 79’s with us for a change. Can’t be good cooping yourself up in the barracks every hour.” Kix speaks aloud, tending to a fallen soldiers bandage that was wrapped around his head.

Dogma almost snorts, finding it ironic that someone with medical training was telling him to actually go out and get drunk. “And risk missing the morning protocols? No thank you.” Dogma spoke, almost sounding disapproved at the thought of going out dancing, drinking or whatever it is they do. Either way, he can’t find it that thrilling as when they come staggering in the barracks in the early hours of the morning, they’re throwing up into the trash compactors.

Kix clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Your loss. I just know Tup would like to see you with us at some point, even if you are an asshat sometimes.” Kix mumbled the last bit to himself, the clone he was aiding opening one eye to smirk up at Kix in agreement.

Dogma heard him but made no comment. “Drinking isn’t for me. Sorry not sorry.” Dogma retorted.

“I suppose that’s why your scans are always 100%, trooper.” A new voice called out beside him, making Dogma flinch at the sudden change of tone and gender. His eyes opened and he glanced to see a nurse he had never even seen before, a medical datapad in her hand as she scanned through it with, as Dogma noticed, dainty fingers.

Not enough oxygen in the tanks provided could fill Dogma’s lungs back up as he became breathless at the sight of you. With a face carved like an angel and soft eyes that spoke so much volume, Dogma suddenly hated the feeling he got. Why was his heart rapidly beating? He quickly looked to the monitor beside him, hearing the noticeable beeping increase and hoped you didn’t notice.

He couldn’t even think of anything to say so just nodded, looking around for Kix but he was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s your name anyway? Not seen you in here before.” You spoke as you moved towards the table beside him, flipping through some files and glanced over your shoulder at him.

Dogma felt like someone had clamped his mouth shut, his hands digging into the bed below him as he tried to utter his given name. “F-Fine.” What? That’s not your name and you know it! Dogma screamed in his head.

You stopped your shuffling through the files and arched an eyebrow in amusement. “Your name is Fine?”

He wanted to shake his head but he found himself nodding. He was now convinced you were some type of Force user, making him say and do the opposite of what it was he initially wanted. His palms were getting sweaty and Dogma felt the urge to bolt from his bed but he felt as though gravity has pinned him down.

“Well,” you turn to him properly this time, “I can see why they call you ‘Fine’.” Your eyes trailed down his body purposefully, taking the clone in before your eyes returned to his own and offering him a small wink flirtatiously.

He was certain that his heart rate flatlined in that moment. His cheeks burned at your words as well as your beautiful gaze. However, a part of him was tempted to critique you on your bedside manner – to tell you how inappropriate it was to flirt with other members of the GAR. Then he thought about what if you weren’t flirting with him? What if you hadn’t winked at him and it was his eyes playing tricks on him?

His thoughts are interrupted when he heard a soft bang, his eyes looking over to you hitting the top of the monitor, a small frown on your face. “Strange… it says your heart rate is beating too fast.” You rubbed your chin and then look back down at the trooper who to you, looked okay. “Are you feeling fine, Fine?” You couldn’t help the warm chuckle at your silly innuendo.

Finally, he managed to grasp a hold of himself and nod. He clears his throat, sitting up. “I’m alright.”

You take a step back, giving him some room as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed before standing tall. “Very well,” you hum but were a little unconvinced, “you’re free to go.”

And so he left.

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“Uh, Dogma?”

Kix’s voice interrupted Dogma’s thoughts which had inconveniently been about you. All morning he had to dip his head whenever he saw a nurse in a similar outfit to what you was wearing just to try clear his mind but it was becoming useless as your eyes burned into his mind.

“What?” He looked up from his tray of lacklustre food.

“You want to tell me what happened today? With the nurse?” Kix almost smirked at his brothers reaction, seeing his face completely falter.

“What did she say about me?” He asked quick, putting up a defence.

“Nothing bad.” Kix the shrugs, sliding his own tray of food beside him and taking a seat, wedging himself between Dogma in his left and Fives on his right. “I’m just confused why you said your name was ‘Fine’….”

Kix’s words made all the clones on the table stop what they’re doing and look at Dogma with a mixture of confused, amused and bewildered expressions.

“You told her your name was ‘Fine’?!” Fives snorted, holding onto his chest to ease his breathing as he began laughing with Jesse.

“I thought she asked how I was feeling, not my name. That’s it!” Dogma grinded his teeth together, sure that they would slowly crack if he did it any harder than necessary.

When Dogma had left the medbay, you had sauntered over to another patient who was sleeping away and examining his results whilst Kix came up to you looking confused. He had asked where Dogma went but you only matched his confused expression and asked who he meant. Kix nodded towards that bed where he once was only for you to tell Kix what had happened and how he called himself Fine.

“Oh yeah?” Hardcase asked with a mouthful of food, a cheeky gleam in his eyes. “Which nurse was it?”

“I didn’t get her name. It doesn’t matter anyway.” Dogma looked down at his food, now suddenly feeling stuffed. The unwanted attention on him made him almost squirm, knowing his brothers antics.

“Pfft, she asked for your name and you didn’t ask for hers? Did you not find her attractive or something?” Jesse practically scolded his brother for his lack of politeness.

Dogma only sneered at him and picked up a spoon, boringly swirling it around the bowl before bringing it up to his lips. “Besides, you know stuff like that is against regulations.” He mutters earning a collection of groans from his vod now for his dogmatic behaviour. “What, it’s true? I’m not interested in that kind of thing.”

“Interested in what?”

It was as if something today was trying to ruin his life for the second time today. Again, your voice had made him jolt in his spot at the sudden change of tone and sweetness only resulting in Dogma dropping his utensil, splashing into his soul and over his armour.

You inwardly grimace, feeling bad that you made him jump and causing his brothers to snigger. Dogma ran a hand over his face in aggravation, ready to fleet the scenario you had put him in again but as he stood to turn he didn’t realise you were stood so close, just behind Kix. He paused in front of you, jaw set straight and you could only look up at him with apologetic eyes.

“Dogma, right?” His name sounded so magical with the way you said it. Eyes were wide as the same feeling before came surfacing again, that jittery feeling in his stomach.

“T-that’s right, ma’am.” He nods curtly, sighing internally at his small and obvious stutter.

Kix turned around and looked up at you both, “Dogma this is Y/N. She was transferred over from Coruscant around a month ago when you lot were deployed elsewhere.” He kindly introduced you to Dogma for him, knowing that his vod was probably not going to ask your name.

Dogma repeated your name in his mind over and over again, securing it to the back of his mind i the hopes he wouldn’t forget it.

“That’s right.” You chime, clutching the datapad in your hand to your chest. “It’s much colder and wet here but the people are nice.” You shrug and Dogma couldn’t help but think again that you were flirting with him as your eyes landed specifically on his own.

“Also, I apologise for my mistake earlier,” you spoke up again before Dogma, if he even was going to, “I should have realised that I asked you how you were feeling and not your name.” You chuckle that warm laugh that made a chill run down his core. How could such a noise sound so incredible?

You were lying of course. You knew you asked for his name but you didn’t want to embarrass him any further. You had overheard parts of the boys conversation before you made your way over and could read that he was clearly flustered about the mistake.

“Mistakes happen.” Dogma responds stiffly, clearly putting the blame on you but you didn’t mind. After all, you had reassured him the latter.

“So…” you tilt on the balls of your feet. “What were you talking about before I interrupted? What aren’t you interested in?” You were being nosey but you couldn’t help but feel like or know that the conversation was about you after overhearing small things.

Dogma goes to open his mouth but it was Hardcase who spoke up for him. “He said that he wasn’t interested in you. He got duties and all that.” He waved his hand dismissively, nodding his head as he chewed his food in his mouth before taking another mouthful before swallowing.

You felt embarrassed, maybe you shouldn’t have pried into their conversation and you looked down at the floor, a small nervous laugh escaping you. “Oh.”

Dogma was beyond mortified at this point. Not only was he still covered in soup that was now solidifying against his chest plate but he also saw how your bright and happy face had slowly dropped. He wouldn’t have felt guilty, but he feels extremely guilty upon seeing your reaction.

Tup who remained quiet for the most part kicked Hardcase hard under the table, giving him a ‘are you kidding me?’ look.

“I, uh, I didn’t mean it like that!” Dogma’s cheeks had flushed, his tough walls crumbling. “It’s just that-”

You interrupted him this time but he stopped talking once you looked up again. Every time your eyes met his own he could feel his heart almost leap into his throat and still, he wasn’t certain why. “No, I get it.” You tell him, forcing a small smile onto your lips. “You’re a busy man and I’m just a nurse.”

The words stung him unexpectedly and his hand twitched as if to take a hold of you as you turned away from him before handing over the datapad to Kix. “I was told to give this to you.” You mumbled. Kix and the others noticed the somewhat distant look in your eyes, each of them sending their own apologetic looks, especially Hardcase.

Dogma stood where he was, itching to rub the back of his neck but controlled himself and maintained a stoic expression on his face which almost falters as you cast him one last look, a somewhat smile, before moving away.

The table of clones watched you walk away, joining up with fellow medical staff before disappearing down one of the white hallways, presumably back to the wards.

“I think you’re in with a shot there, brother.” Fives finally spoke, standing to his feet and planting a firm pat on his pauldron. Dogma would’ve come back with an annoyed remark but Fives tone wasn’t laced with sarcasm, in fact, it didn’t even seem like he was joking.

“Wouldn’t count on it,” Kix rolled his eyes and glaring across the table towards Hardcase, “no thanks to him.”

Hardcase slammed a fist against the table, the blame he was getting starting to irk him. “Dogma said it!”

“Yeah to us about dating overall, not directly about her!”

“Oh.”

“Boys,” Jesse called at them to stop the bickering, “Fives has a point. I mean, you saw her reaction right?” Jesse looked to Dogma who folded his arms over his chest, trying to seem unbothered.

“So?”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “She was disappointed!”

All but Fives blinked at Jesse as if he had grown another head and a set of tentacles.

“I would be too if someone said they wasn’t interested in me.” Tup spoke up, bringing a cup of water to his lips.

“What Jesse is saying,” Fives intervened between the confused faces, “she was disappointed because maybe she actually liked this guy.” He grinned, slinging his arm around Dogma in a headlock and knuckling his head playfully.

Dogma growled, using all his might to push Fives away as his knuckles drag along his scalp and messing up his hair. “Get. Off.” He finally managed to push Fives away who was chuckling to himself.

“You think Y/N fancies Dogma?” Tup asked, genuinely sounding both surprised and happy at the thought. As Dogma flattened down his hair from the sudden play fight, he tried to hide the obvious heat in his cheeks by staring down at his boots. He couldn’t believe what they were even suggesting.

Why would you find him more attractive than any other of his brothers? He hadn’t even spoken a proper sentence to you and instead gazed at you like a man in love. NO, YOU ARE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO THAT. STOP IT. His brain bellows at him yet his heart had sped up at the pure thought of you.

Dogma began walking, ready to leave the mess hall but not before his brothers called out to him and asking if he was going to try and pursue it but he just shook his head, called them a bunch of fools and that they should get ready for that afternoons training.

————————————— Days passed on Kamino and you were just as busy as ever. With new ships coming in with soldiers who needed care, the ward was busier than ever but no matter how busy you were your mind was occupied elsewhere.

Dogma was constantly on your mind and you didn’t mind it truthfully. Then again, what the other clone had said about Dogma about not being interested in you hurt more than it should have. Maker, you only met him once. Though, those bright eyes blinded your thoughts and sometimes you had often doodled on some spare flimsi the shape of the tattoo that covered his face.

In fact, that’s what you were doing now. You were on a break and instead of going to the mess hall you decided to freshen up with a quick shower and have some alone time when in your quarters when you found yourself drawing the intricate detail of his tattoo. sat at your immature desk, doodling away when he once again crossed your mind.

You could tell what sort of man he was and given his name, it was clear as to why he acted how he did. A part of you somehow thought you could crack him, getting him flustered which you had done within the medbay. His pink cheeks lived in your head for free.

Realising that you should probably get a move on for your next shift, you collected your things for the night ahead. Scooping up some flimsi on your desk along with your own datapad, you made sure you look suitable in the mirror on the back of your door before hitting the button with your elbow and letting it slide open.

Stepping out into the bright lights of the hallway, you squint at the sudden contrast from your fairly dim room when you roughly bump into someone just passing.

You felt the items in your hands slip through your fingers and onto the floor, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you crouch down. “Kriff, I’m sorry.” You speak without glancing up, grabbing your things but stop when the clone shifted a little, his boot just covering a piece of flimsi. “Do you mind, uh?” You then look up at the trooper who stared down at you through his visor before nodding. He didn’t step off it however, instead he bent down to your level and grabbed it with his fingers and glancing at it for just a few seconds.

“You like my doodles?” You tease, holding out your hand for him to place it back. The clone merely nodded before sliding the flimsi back into your grasp before slipping his hand around your wrist and hauling you back up to your full height.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t see where I was going.” He apologised with a small dip of his head.

You smiled at the trooper, noticing by his armour he was with the 501st but also how his armour had looked a little different from the others. Faceplate was covered by a large blue triangle in the centre with a minuscule red one just above his visor to match, obviously adding his own personal touch. “Not to worry, mistakes happen.”

The trooper chuckled a little and then took a step back, noticing that he was a little too close for comfort his liking.

“Well, I should get going. Duty calls.” You nod at him before making your way down the hall.

The clone stood and watched you begin to walk away but something inside him snapped and he jogged up beside you. “Mind if I walk you there, ma’am?” He asked sheepishly.

You glanced to your side, holding your things a lot more securely in your grasp before nodding at him. “Sure, I don’t mind. How are you doing today, anyway?” You sparked up a conversation as the two of you walked the long hallways, you giving the odd smile to the junior clones who walked in formation to the side.

“I’m… good. Good.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You sure?”

The clone hesitated, smiling a little under his helmet although you couldn’t see it. “I’m fine.”

The two of you made small talk until you were outside your ward for the evening, stopping just outside the doors. “Well, thanks for the escort although I believe your time would’ve been spent better elsewhere.”

The clone stiffened. “Did you not like my company, ma’am?” He posies himself, hands clasping behind his back with his head a little tilted.

“I didn’t say that,” you say with ease, smiling. “But, thank you anyway….?” You extend the last word longer, hinting that you wanted a name.

His jaw clenched under his helmet, fingers inside his gloves almost poking through as he clenched his hands tightly. He didn’t say anything, instead he places both hands on the side of his bucket and lifted it to show his face.

“Oh.” You speak breathlessly, a shy smile gracing your lips as you’re now face to face with Dogma who looked just as nervous, probably more.

“I figured that after not seeing you for a few days, I thought that I should come and apologise to you after what Hardcase had said… about me not being interested in you.” He spoke quick, his eyes darting around in case someone with a higher rank came and prodded him for not being on duty like he should be.

The smile on your face glowed more. “You’ve been looking for me?” You asked, a glint of something in your eyes he couldn’t pin point but now he felt his cheeks burn at his accidental admission.

“I, uh, only when you weren’t working. I just wanted to apologise.” He answered truthfully, tugging his bucket under his arm.

“There’s nothing to apologise for. We never spoke before that day.” You shrug, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Well, okay. Bye.”

Just like that, Dogma had turned his back on you and strolled back down the corridor, helmet placed back on his head but with the blushing thought of the doodle of his tattoo etched in his mind.

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Dogma’s mind was going crazy at the thought of you. Ever since he apologised, you would see each other more often, coincidence? Maybe. But either way he was conflicted by either hating the fact that it happens or thrilled at the prospect of you smiling at him whenever you passed each other in the hallways.

He was becoming blindsided at the thought of you possibly liking him. From what his brothers said to him, seeing the sweet little doodle you did of his tattoo and the little smiles and waves you gave him - only him - when you passed, he just couldn’t understand why you possibly could. It also didn’t help that when he was with one or more of his brothers they’d give him little playful jabs when they saw you from afar. They had tried to push him in your direction, even call out your name before quickly turning away because let’s face it, with all clones having the same voice it’s hard to pick one from the other.

Himself and a few of his vod were walking down the hallways, supposedly patrolling in case of any enemy threat. In formations of two’s, he hung at the back in the row of four beside Tup. His back was straight, helmet securely on with his head held high as they marched through the halls but then… he saw you.

Minding your own business and speaking to another colleague of yours, you glanced up as the boys in blue walked in your direction and you instantly recognised Dogma at the back of pack. His armour now being so recognisable to you, you couldn’t help but idly wave a small hand at him. Dogma locked eyes onto you and as always, his breath leaves his body entirely and he almost melts.

Stay calm, Dogma. Stay calm He fought with the thoughts in his head, a regular occurrence recently, trying to stop him from feeling this certain way but then you did what you did.

Your bodies lined up as you passed and a small smirk flitted onto your lips followed by a subtle wink in his direction. His throat suddenly went dry, getting choked up at your flirtatious action and completely losing his train of thought. Whipping his head round to watch you, eyes wide behind his bucket. With his whole body still facing forward, he instantly let out an ‘oof’ sound as he crashed into his vod that had stopped walking ahead of him.

Like a domino effect, the brothers in front of him tumbled over as they each got shoved by the force of the impact.

Your eyes went wide, hand flying to your mouth as you try to suppress your laughter and your shocked expression at what just happened.

“Kriff sake Dogma!” Jesse hissed as he sat up from the floor, rubbing his temple before scanning around for where his helmet went only to find it rolling towards the base of your feet. He then looked back up to Dogma before rising to his feet. “Really? Can’t walk straight because you spot a pretty girl?” He snickers before walking towards you.

“Pardon me ma’am.” He nods at you before retrieving his helmet and turning back to his vod who he knew was a deep shade of glorious red under his helmet.

“Pay attention Dogma.” Tup hissed beside him. “Getting distracted by pretty ladies.”

Now it was your turn to grow pink because not only were the clones complimenting you but dogma had not disagreed or argued back with them. Instead he just mumbles an apology and gives you one last look before departing with the rest of them.

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Murdering his brothers was something Dogma thought he would never have to do, but here he was blindfolded and being dragged through the halls of Kamino at night in just his blacks with Tup grabbing one arm and Fives with the other.

He knew immediately what their plan was as soon as he is pushed into a medical storage cupboard and told ‘you can’t leave until you ask her on a date’. Face just as thunderous as the storms outside, he rips the blindfold from his eyes and bangs incredibly loudly on the door, urging them to let him go. However, they didn’t. In fact, they had left.

So now Dogma had to pace around this cupboard in the dark, just the light of the little slip under the door seeping through as the dreaded feeling of you practically being forced out of your room to be stuck in confined and dark room with him. Oh, and then he has to ask you on a date.

He wasn’t going to lie, after more days passed and the odd conversations he had with you when he’s not humiliating himself or being humiliated for that matter, the thought did creep into his mind. It was evident and he was not stubborn enough to refuse the feelings he had for you but he just didn’t know how to do it and he certainly didn’t expect it to go like this.

He must have been waiting for what seemed like forever, sat on the floor with his legs crossed and face in the palm of his hands when he finally heard shuffling noises.

“I just need you to quickly grab some syringes from in here, they’re on the back shelf.” Kix spoke aloud from the other side of the door and sure enough, the door slid open and you are pushed into the cupboard, the door slamming shut behind you.

You stared across at the door in disbelief, walking over and hitting the button on the side but it didn’t budge. “Kix? Jesse? What are you doing? Let me out!” You shouted, your eyebrows furrowed in aggravation.

“No point in asking,” you jump at the sudden voice behind you, eyes wide in the dark as you search for the source before you glanced down to see Dogma looking back up at you, “they won’t let me leave either.”

He stood to his feet as you approached him, hands on your hips. “Any idea why it’s just us in here?” The question lingered in the air for a good few moments, Dogma finding it impossible to confess.

“Unsure, ma’am.” He answered but you could see right through him. In fact, all clones were horrendous liars.

“Oh really?” You quip, taking a small step closer to him and then another, noticing how his back was now firmly pressed against the wall.

His clear attraction to you was obvious and you wasn’t dumb, you were an intelligent individual who could notice the slightest of changes in people. The satisfaction you got of making this hard-shell of a man flustered was like no other and as you closed the space between you, you could hear his heartbeat thump against his rib cage.

“Because I think I know why your brothers decided to get us in here… alone.” You kept your hands on your hips, your eyes scanning his own as he gazed down at you, sucking on one side of his hollow cheeks.

“W-what they’re doing isn’t professional… this…” he gestured towards the two of you, watching as you tilt your head to the side and feigning innocence.

“What? Isn’t professional?” You say just above a whisper, watching his cheeks burn pink as you move a hand away from you and gently brush against him.

A part of him wanted to nod but he didn’t, instead his gaze had now settled on you and his air is sucked out of his throat by your gentle touch against his hand that he held firmly to his side.

You spoke his name gently, afraid that if you spoke any louder you’d scare him away completely as if he was an untamed animal, “Do you have a question to ask me?”

This time, he did nod but as he opened his mouth to speak no words came out. Pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, he turned his gaze away from you in case you were going to mock him. You watched him patiently before speaking up. “Dogma you don’t, we don’t have to pursue whatever… well, whatever this thing is.” You tell him earnestly, placing a gentle hand on his muscular shoulder.

“I do want to!” He suddenly spoke, head snapping in your direction making your eyes go wide at the sound of urgency in his tone. “I’m just… not used to this.”

A warm smile graced your lips and you nodded in acceptance. “Well, I’ll happily wait for you.”

Matching your smile, he thanked you silently for your understanding but what he wasn’t expecting was for you to then lean up to him and place a delicate kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, lavishing in the shocked and flustered expression on the troopers face. Your hand cupped his cheek, thumb tracing over a small portion of his tattoo just under his eye before turning your back on him and heading towards the door to attempt to pry it open.

From that small kiss alone and the soft touch of your hand on his face, a spark set off in him and alarm bells were ringing inside his head. His breathing became heavy as he shook out his nerves and all of his thoughts telling him not to break protocols before crossing the room and taking a hold of your waist and bringing you back to him.

“Oh! Dogma what are you-” you’re cut off as two large hands come up to your cheeks before the feeling of his rough and rounded lips were on yours; sparking an infusion of fireworks in your gut. Your eyes were open whilst his were tightly knitted shut as he held you there, internally begging that you would kiss him back.

So, as your eyes fluttered closed and your hands find their way to the back of his neck, you ease into him as your body flushed against his.

The tension in his body dwindled, relaxing as your lips glided over his beautifully. This is what he wanted for so long. All the worries of the war, the rules and fighting had left his soul and only focused on you.

His hands left your face, moving down to hold onto your waist as he gently backs you into the door as the kiss becomes more passionate. His lips left yours and moved towards your cheek, whispering pure phrases and compliments under his breath such as: ‘pretty girl’, ‘sweetheart’ and ‘mesh’la’ as his lips grazed against your ear, cheeks and jaw.

A widespread grin plastered onto your face as he pulled away, both of you seemingly breathless. Dogma opened his eyes to see you practically glowing. “Was that… okay?” He asked sheepishly, hoping he had not overstepped his boundaries right then but you answered him with a kiss of your own.

“Amazing.” You whisper against his lips lazily, his chuckle vibrating against your lips magically at the foreign feeling and sound.

“I’ll assume that a date is definitely on the cards then?” You asked hopefully, batting your pretty lashes up at him and he nods.

“I’m not going to pass up that opportunity.”

Just then, the both of you heard footsteps coming up to the cupboard and you go to pull away from Dogma to spare him the embarrassment of being caught but he didn’t budge. Instead a wicked and unfamiliar smirk crossed his lips that when the door went to slide open, he blocked it by hitting the button on the inside and crashed his lips back down onto yours just to experience this new feeling a little longer.

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Oneshot request. Fives with a female reader who's a wallflower that doesn't get noticed, and is kind of awkward and shy. Some dialogue prompts to go with it "Sarad, it means flower." and "You were the first person to notice me, really notice me." Can include some mild angst. SFW and no y/n please!

Let’s see what we can do nonny. Hope this was okay ♥️

After Hours

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Fives X F!Reader

word count: 3.1k

You would never believe that the only person to notice you, a shy and shielded worker, was an Arc Trooper who was as loud as anything but with a heart of liquid gold. Maybe he can make work-life just a little more bearable?

warnings: none. Fluff, mild angst. Reader is introverted and often feels isolated. Mentions of soup being a choking hazard. SFW and no mention of y/n. It’s a little rushed and not proofread towards the end.

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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Being a part of the engineering squad for the GAR was always a dream of yours. Sure, it was not exactly highly paid nor was it extravagant in any way, (your family liked to remind you that you could be better off doing something else) but you take pride in your work.

After all, how often can you casually bring up in conversation that you just repaired a Republic Gunship in just a day?

So here you are at work again, a never ending cycle that despite the pride you have - it was hard. It wasn’t so hard in the fact that you didn’t know what you were doing because you did, but because you were too quiet for your own good.

It’s not like you could help it. As a young child you were always berated by your teachers for not talking in class yet always presenting excellent work. Yet there was that burden at work that you felt lonely. You would always drag yourself to sit alone at tables in the Mess Halls and instead of going out and schmoozing with your colleagues at the end of a long shift, you would retreat to your own barracks and settle yourself down for the night.

You were known and always given the gratification for your work from your leaders yet despite them knowing who you were, they did not know who you are.

Often when you worked you would be lost in your own thoughts. So when you were underneath an Eta-2 that belonged to the General of the 501st, you were none the wiser when you heard something being called out.

For a peculiar moment you thought nothing of it and that it was a Clone Commander calling out some kind of order you didn’t know. But as you feel something kick at your feet, you realise that it was your name being said. It felt very odd for someone, anyone to be saying it which was why you probably had such a delayed reaction.

You pull out from under the starfighter and flip your visor up to see a Clone peering over you, hands tucked behind their back. He wore the same colours as the 501st and judging by the kama and double pauldron you knew he was a Arc Trooper. “Uh, can I help you Trooper?”

You remain looking up at him and he suddenly stills as you speak. He came over to you for a reason and now suddenly everything he was going to say blew right into the air. He’s looking at you, eyes a little tense but there was something endearing to him about the splotches of oil on your face as you watch him with a curious gaze.

“No.”

Oh. You had thought that maybe he had to relay a message from General Skywalker about his ship but instead, this Clone, one you had not spoken to but at closer inspection had seen before was here for no reason.

You stay still on the Creeper, the board you used to easily navigate under ships or any other vehicle and awkwardly twist the screwdriver you had in your hand around. You were growing a little nervous and as you glanced just past his legs you saw two other clones standing by some crates, watching you both.

“Are you pranking me?”

Your words sounded a little sad and the Clone hated that. It sent a horrible panic through his body and he quickly shook his head and apologised. “N-no ma’am! I… I came over because I saw you on your own and was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the Mess Hall for something to eat?”

You blink up at him, dropping the screwdriver on your chest. Why was this happening? You two had never spoken and suddenly he wants to eat lunch with you? Unfortunately for you both, his niceness is not being taken into account and so you declined. You slipped the visor back down and slid back under the ship to continue the work.

He watches you practically slip away and he is half tempted to try and catch your attention but he knows better than to prod and poke.

You hear him retreat and you feel a heavy burden on your shoulders. Your mind is racing with what to do but when you had made your mind up to crawl back out and call out to him, he and his friends had disappeared.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

As the next few days dragged on, that wave of loneliness hit more than ever. You had not particularly noticed it before but ever since that Clone spoke to you, knew your name, and had even asked for your company it had been infesting in your mind like a bad smell.

Someone had actually made an effort with you and you threw it away. Quite rudely in fact. You didn’t give him a reason as to why you declined and you had that horrible feeling that a grudge was now being held on you.

For those few days, you had kept an eye out for the Arc Trooper. You wish you had learned of his name and even been brave enough to ask someone or anyone where he could be but instead you had to do the annoying task of just keeping an eye out. Supposedly you were grateful for the armour being more stand out as living on Kamino was quite difficult when it comes to hunting down Clones.

A klaxon blares out from within the landing docks which means that lunch will now be being served. You throw your oiled and singed rags away and make way quickly to one of the refreshers to wash your hands and face. You grimace at first at your disheveled state and begin to wash away the labours of that morning. You even went ahead and smoothed your hair out more than usual because you were hoping that you may see that Clone. But you had a feeling you had blown your chances of even having a friend… or someone.

Once in the Mess Hall you’re keeping an eye out but over the sea of white plastoid armour, you assumed that the 501st must have been deployed elsewhere. Your shoulders sag in disappointment and plop some greyish unappetising soup into a bowl for you.

You’re looking for somewhere to sit and you spot your fellow colleagues all sitting at a table together and there is plenty of room for you. You’re mind is screaming at you, begging that you walk over and ask to sit with them but your heart had a different idea as your legs carried you to a table on your own. The same sad table you sat at every day. Alone.

You curse at yourself for your shy and awkward self because you swore one of your colleagues had smiled at you, even shifting to the side as a prompt for you to sit by them. But, no.

Playing with your food was always a bad habit of yours and one your parents had told you off for. So with them in your mind, you take a spoonful of soup and place it in your mouth.

In the corner of your eye however, you see a blurred figure. As you turn your head, you eyes widen and ever so gracefully you begin to choke on your food.

The Clone from before stood before you, tray in hand whilst you began spluttering into a napkin.

“Kriff, you alright Sarad?” He comes over to you swiftly, placing a hand on your back and patting it. You’re nodding quickly, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you try your damndest not to cough. It was almost the same when you’re in an exam hall with a dry and tickling throat and you’re doing your best not to cough too much to draw attention.

“Y-yes, sorry.” You stutter once your airway is clear, hand on your chest in slight relief that you almost died to some dull tasting soup.

You quickly stand and the Clone thinks you’re about to make a run for it but you turn to him, hands crossed stiffly across your chest before saying, “I’m sorry about the other day.”

He’s surprised and it’s shown on his face but then he shows you the most handsome smile you had ever seen on a human before. You try to ignore that feeling that just erupted in your heart and focus on what he was saying to you.

“I see no need for the apologies but I am feeling brave today and I wanted to ask if I could instead sit with you? Rather than you sit with me?” He’s charming in the way he talks and it makes you feel warm. This time, you weren’t going to ruin your chances so you nodded, smiling softly.

“I’d like that.”

Judging by the smile that widened even more, he was relieved you had said yes and took a seat across from you and didn't take any interest in the food on his tray.

You realise that you’re stumped for any conversation starters but you were smart enough to know that you should perhaps ask his name.

“So uh, what’s your name?”

“Fives.” He sticks his hand out to you and although he sees the slight reluctance on your features, your hand glosses over his glove and gives it a gentle shake.

“I’d tell you mine but it looks like you already know.” You say, taking a sip of your water as your swore you still had something lodged in your throat. Or maybe it’s because you were struggling to talk to Fives.

He smirks with a nod. “I do. I asked around.” He said it so casually that it didn’t appear at all creepy.

You grow warm. “Can I ask why?” You ask sheepishly and watch as he leans forward, arms resting on the table.

His gaze is trained on you and it’s almost as if he’s reading you like some ancient text. He had seen you around before and of course, he was attracted. But he often saw how lonely you had looked. Fives was curious, curious to know who you really are.

“I want to know if you’ll let me. Myself and my brothers have often seen you alone.” He sees you frown a little but he knew that he was only speaking the truth.

“Nice to see my loneliness is obvious.” You mutter but you weren’t bitter at him because it was true.

Fives gives you a reassuring smile and he’s half tempted to reach out and give your hand a comforting squeeze but he refrains for now. “Well, I’m hoping to change that! Tell me something about yourself, Sarad?”

Sarad. You swore he said that to you before but you weren't so sure but you definitely heard it this time. You knew that he knew it wasn’t your name so it was obviously some kind of nickname. You were about to question him about it until that deafening klaxon rang out again.

“Maybe another time?” You look up to him, seeing that he had small disappointment on his features that the conversation had to be cut short and it made you feel good. Like, really good. Someone disappointed to not speak to you?

You don’t realise you were staring until you felt something tapping at your foot. Your cheeks burn all the way up to the tips of your ear as you realise it was him gently prodding at your feet under the table like a pair of young teenagers. “Y-yeah, of course.”

Fives watches you leave, bidding you goodbye and once out of eyeline he silently fist bumps the air in celebration.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Since then, you have seen Fives more often than not. He always had something to say whether it be about the weather here on Kamino which is typically always the same or even about his knowledge on starfighters.

You always found yourself laughing at something he would say, blush when he would pay you such a casual compliment that he thinks wasn’t a big deal. Ever since, you have really come out of your shell. Conversations breezed easily with him but then realisation of possibly liking him scared you.

And he liked you too, a lot.

He was a Clone, a man made for a war you are currently fighting in. It couldn’t work and it pained you. Soon, he will have to go and you will never know when you will see him again. Over the last few days he’s been a safe space for you. Work has been tough? He would listen. You just wanted someone to sit with? He would be by your side. And now he could leave any second. You were scared to be by yourself again and before you could hurt yourself anymore, you had to make a drastic choice.

So, you did the foolish thing of distancing yourself again.

He noticed in an instant when you would make an excuse to go elsewhere and he would follow you like a lost loth-cat, asking what he did wrong. Of course you would say nothing and that you were just busy with work but he had his doubts.

He knows you’re working late tonight as you did every night but after the gruelling two days of missing you he had to get you alone again. So he waited and waited until he finally saw you packing up your things. It’s after hours and all Clones have a curfew but he did not give a single Kriff if he got into trouble. He could leave soon and he had to know if he pushed things too far or made you uncomfortable.

You dust your hands off your pants and wipe the sweat off your brow when you turn to see Fives.

Stilling, your eyes widen when you see him just in his Blacks. He’s toned, clearly, and absolutely beautiful in the dark moonlight of the hangar with the occasional flash of lighting piercing his silhouette. “Can we talk?”

He’s walking to you when he sees you chew on your lower lip, an anxious wave flowing through your blood. “You shouldn’t be here, you could get in trouble.” You try to speak as normally as you can but the waver in your tone blows your cover.

“Screw getting in trouble. I don’t care. I had to see you, sweetheart.” He ignores your way of trying to brush him away. As his body was getting closer and closer and with the nickname he gave you, you tried to hide your face by looking down and hoping your hair would cover how warm you suddenly got.

He stops in front of you, arms folded over his chest and it took all your willpower not to gaze at his arms. If it wasn’t his charm that had you hooked, lined and sinker then his physique was no better. “Are you ignoring me? Have I upset you?”

You take a moment to collect yourself and take a deep breath. Wearing your heart on your sleeve was something you never had to worry about until now. He came along and made you feel every emotion you had not felt in the year you had worked for the Republic. Now is the time to pluck up your courage and speak your mind freely. “No Fives, you haven’t upset me. Quite the opposite.”

His face twists in confusion but ushers you gently to continue.

With enough built up courage, you take a deep breath. “I really, really like you and it scares me.”

Fives eyes widened in pure joy for a mere second but then vanished soon after. “Scared? Why, Sarad?” He takes a step closer, his hands coming up and placing delicately on either side of your arms so your attention is trained on him.

“I’ve never,” you sigh glumly, feeling like a fool for what you’re about to admit, “I’ve never been this close to anyone who isn’t family. I know you’re a Clone and connections like this are not allowed which is why I had to distance myself. I could not cope with the idea of me liking you for it to just go nowhere, y’know?”

The Clone watches you intently as you talk, his fingers ever so gently caressing over your arms but you weren’t finished, “You were the first person to notice me, really notice me. And now you could leave in the next few hours and I could be none the wiser. I’m used to being on my own but since you’ve come into my life I’m so scared that this courage you’ve built in me like a building will just be knocked down.”

By now you’re crying and you don’t care. People didn’t understand what it’s like to hug walls and watch everyone talk with each other apart from you. It was hard for you to engage in conversations in fear of saying something awkward and embarrassing so you avoided it. You hated the feeling of going back to that. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

He’s closed you in against the ship you were working on, head tilted and eyes glazed with something you hadn’t seen before. “Oh princess, you don’t know how much I like you do you?”

You’re a little surprised by both the nickname and confession but mainly the confession. “You do?”

“Of course! I don’t start trying to make conversations with people I don’t like, do I? I wanted to learn so much from you and to just adore you and I have… I do.” He admits and he’s proud to admit it.

“I’ve seen your confidence grow and it’ll never leave you now. I’ve seen you even speak to your colleagues now! It’s little but it’s something.” He sighs in happiness, cupping your cheek with his right hand whilst the other settles down to your waist. “I don’t care what the Republic says about us. I want you, Sarad.” He whispered and his face is so close to yours you can feel him breathing. Warm and beautiful.

You gave in and had to ask, “What does Sarad even mean?” You say sniffling yet you were smiling.

“Sarad,” he says softly, “it means flower.”

Then he’s kissing you.

His lips are like silk and his hold on you is so gentle yet so firm that you could faint in his arms and he’d catch you in an instant. The moan that escapes you is surprising yet also welcomed as you find yourself kissing him back, fingers twirling the hairs at the back of his head.

There was something so alluring about kissing the Arc Trooper in the currently abandoned Hangar, after hours in the full moon light. Rain was pittering and pattering against the ground that drowned out the breathless sighs that echoed around you both.

When he pulls back, you’re both grinning as he takes your face into his grasp and places a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Sarad, my little wallflower.”

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just a lil something I’ve had in my mind for a while, my beloved Fives💓

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Fives X F!Reader

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Fives had his eye on you for a long time but the problem is, you found him incredibly annoying and just a friend. He would hide your tools, constantly distract you from work just so he could speak to you and so when Fives finally asked you on a date... you laughed and said no. Now, he asks you everyday. It isn’t until a realisation hits you that you should maybe take up his offer.

warnings: mainly fluff, Fives being goofy and annoying, banter, mentions of alcohol, friends to lovers trope, minor injury, slight awkwardness, jealous reader and fives, man gives reader unwanted flirty and handsy attention. Reader wears a dress at 79s, little bit of angst, happy ending.

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“Hello beautiful.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the sound of Fives voice from above you. Currently, you were laying on a moveable board, underneath one of the aircrafts with a spanner in hand when Fives interrupted your work. Again. The eighth time this week.

“Hello Fives.” You replied, trying to match his sweetness but not pulling yourself out from under your work to greet the Arc Trooper as you seriously had to get the work done. You were already behind on it and that was all because of Fives.

“So, would you like to go on a date with me sometime? I’m thinking we get loads of drinks at 79’s, get out of our kriffing minds and get a cab back to my place.” He leaned cockily against the door of the ship, another worker, a mechanic like you, casting him a glare at his ignorant behaviour to the mechanics work.

“No.” You said with a laugh, sparks flying over you as you weld two pieces of metals together.

“N-no?” Fives stammered before gaining back his somewhat casual voice from the knock to the gut you gave him. “Why not?”

This time, you did slide out from under the ship, lifting your protective visor and stared up at him. “Fives,” you say sternly, “you are constantly interrupting my work. Maker, even last week you hid my tools just so I had to find you.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help that find Fives amusing.

Don’t get it wrong, you liked Fives but just as a friend. He was definitely cocksure of himself but you had no interest in dating. At all. You were too busy with your work and besides it wouldn’t look good for either of you if the Generals found out that clones were dating other workers.

“And yet you still came looking for me.” He grinned charismatically, still leaning against the ship you were working on. You looked at him in disbelief and then your eyes lingered on the arm that was pressed to the ship and you stifled a smile before replying.

“Yes…. For my tools. Not for you.”

You couldn’t help but grin as you heard the erupting laughter coming from behind Fives, you leaned up a little and titled your head to see troopers Hardcase, bending over in laughter, hands clutching onto his chest, whilst the sweetie that was Tup was covering his mouth and looking away but his shoulders were shaking violently as he laughed.

Fives scowled at them, blaming them initially for psyching him up and insisting that you would totally say yes… they knew you would say no.

“Well,” Fives clears his throat and stands back up straight, watching as you rise to your feet, brushing your hands against your Republic jumpsuit, “what would make you say yes?”

“Honestly?” You lifted your headgear completely off your face and tucked it under your arm, resting it against your hip. “Probably nothing. We’re friends Fives. That’s it.”

Fives eyes shimmered with mischief. He liked a challenge.

“Just so you know, I’m going to ask you every day or every time I see you for a date until you say yes.”

You were pulling off your gloves as he spoke, your head snapping up at him, an amused gleam plastered on your face. “Sounds a little obsessive.” You joked.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, rubbing his hands together as if he was conjuring up a great plan. “But I won’t stop until the woman of my dreams says yes.” He smiled boldly.

You looked at him incredulously, your lips parted as a grin tugged on your lips and you shook your head. “You’re definitely something.”

Compliment or not, Fives took it as a compliment and as you go to move past him you paused, eyeing up his arm and then patted his shoulder. “Oh and by the way,” you nodded your head to his arm, “best get rid of that paint before your spot-check.”

You winked at him as you nudged on by, Fives instantly looking down at his arm to see grey paint splattered all down his side and he grimaced in annoyance, casting an eye to the ship he leaned on to see the paint work was ruined.

“That’s what you get!”

Fives turned around swiftly to the other worker on the ship who was waving a brush around in his hands, dripping in paint, clearly annoyed that his hard work was ruined but Fives just mumbled an apology and stormed off.

“Well… that went well.” Tup mocked Fives once he was near enough, trying to suppress his laughter.

“Yeah well no help to you two!” Fives sneered, earning a harsh hit on the back by Hardcase who was wiping away his tears of laughter, inhaling a deep breath before speaking.

“Ease up brother. It could’ve gone much worse.” Fives stared over at Hardcase with a frown.

“She literally said no.”

Hardcase blinked at Fives, his lips in a tight line that started to tremble followed by his eyes going wide as he erupted into another fit of laughter. Fives groaned and stalked away from his vod and thought how he could score a date with you.

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Fives was adamant in his pursue for you. The very next day, he came to ask you on another date which you of course turned down and then he asked again the next day… and the next… and the day after that and so forth.

He asked you bluntly each time, just doing a mock look of disappointment as you denied him but one day you couldn’t help but cackle at the attempt he made.

You were across the hangar from him, touching up on some repairs to one of the 501st AT-RT’s when you heard someone call out to you. You look around at the sea of clones and roll your eyes as you spot Fives quite a distance away from you, huddled in a small group of clones in what appears to be a debriefing and waving frantically at you.

Once he knew your eyes were trained on him, he made bold movements as he pointed to him and then to you before grabbing a clone he was next to by the shoulders roughly. The clone, who you knew to be as Dogma if you were correct, stumbled back and looked at Fives in confusion, annoyed that he was interrupting something. Fives shushed him and placed a hand on his waist, other clasping around his hand as he made a poor attempt of what would be him asking you if you wanted to go dancing with him.

Dogma was mortified, shoving the Arc Trooper off him before storming off, Jesse and Hardcase cracking up at the exchange that just happened but poor Rex look irritated that nobody was listening to him.

He laughed but as always, you shook your head and watched as Fives jokingly punched the air in a ‘dammit’ kind of fashion.

It became a routine at this point. He had probably asked you to go on a date with him at least thirty times now and he knew his luck wasn’t on his side. Instead, he carried on annoying you by asking you out on dates but in the most irritating ways instead even if he knew you’ll say no.

The 54th time he asked you, you were speaking to someone, a small group even over on a holo device giving the former mechanics information about operations that needed to go underway. Fives had sneaked into the room you were in, bucket on his head as he walked up behind you and cleared his throat.

Eyes wide, you turned swiftly to the clone and watched in pure mortification as he dropped onto one knee in front of you and now in front of these mechanics you had never met before.

“Y/N… please will you go on a date with me?”

“OH FIVES GET UP!” You seethed through gritted teeth, trying to stand in front of him so the now snickering mechanics couldn’t see what was going on.

Fives was trying so hard not to break into laughter under his helmet at your flustered expression, slowly standing to his feet. “A-are you turning me down?” He steps beside you, raising a very exasperated shaken arm towards the holographic images beside you both. “In front of all of them?”

“Fives… please.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in despair, your cheeks heating up to a humiliating shade of red. Fives chuckled lowly and left you to do what you had to do but you sure gave him an earful once the transmission was over.

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The 84th time, he took it upon himself to wipe black oil from the ships engines on the floor by one of your stations, painted as ‘will u date me? 5’. The idea had originally came from Hardcase but Fives was unsure and tried to think of another way to tease you with his ridiculous prompts but Hardcase insisted you would love it as you ‘loved’ oil.

You did not love it. In fact, you had not seen the mess and instead slipped on it, head clanging against the floor with a thud. Fives cursed at Hardcase who was already sprinting off running in the other direction. Fives apologised a thousand times and escorted you to the medbay that morning. You told Fives never to listen to Hardcase again.

In between his big displays, it would be as simple as passing you a piece of flimsi, sending you a message on your holopad, or just a simple ‘date?’ as you cross one another in the hallways as the days strolled by. Sometimes you wouldn’t see him as he’d be away on a mission but he would still track you down upon his return.

The 104th time came when you were all sat in the mess hall, a tray of food in front of you as you poked and picked at the less than desirable food. You got a heads up from Jesse, nodding towards an oncoming Fives who had a mischievous grin on that handsome face of his.

“Jesse what’s he doin’?” You quickly turn to Jesse who smirked before shrugging.

“Knowing Fives? Nothing good.” And Jesse was right.

Fives budged whoever it was next to you up a space, wedging himself in beside you, back to the table whilst propping himself up with his elbow.

“What do you want Fives?”

“You know what I want mesh’la. A nice candlelit dinner with excellent company.”

Mesh’la. The word floated around in your head more than it should have as he said it. After working alongside clones, you certainly pick up on their dialects often but to hear someone call you a word such as ‘mesh’la’ meaning beautiful, your heart couldn’t take it. You suppressed the odd feeling you were getting, a slight flutter in the pit of your stomach before turning to Fives and grinning.

“I’m sure Dogma would love to after you’ve been dancing together.” You smirk, the two of you comedically looking over towards the said clone who was sat at the edge of the table next to Tup, scowling once his name was mentioned.

Fives then looked back to you as you began to bring a spoonful of food to your mouth and he let out an exaggerated stretch, purposely knocking the spoon with his hand making it boop against your nose.

“Whoops, my bad.” Fives joked, watching as you scowled at him before taking another spoonful of your food and without hesitation, you flicked it at him, hitting him square in the forehead, the slop falling down his face and onto his lap.

You both stared at one another, both daring each other to make the next move. Fives had no food for himself, just yours and the clones’ that sat around him.

You could see his fingers twitch, edging himself closer and closer to Jesse’s food who became none the wiser as he began speaking to someone else. Quickly, as fast as blaster fire, he grabbed a handful of it, you grabbing your own food and smashed it against each other’s faces, both laughing as you both began a food fight.

Others joined in, the commanders and generals trying to stop what was happening. For a second, you lost sight of Fives, dodging and weaving through food that was flying through the air before you felt a hand grab yours. You turn, and sure enough it was Fives.

“Let’s go before they figure out you started it!”

“Me?!” You laughed, hitting his shoulder but still, you let him drag you out of the hall, pushing you both in to a small supply cupboard that was roomy enough for you both.

You both looked a mess, food of all different textures and colours was slapped over your faces, some of it even in your hair and as you both turn to eachother, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I can’t believe we started that.” You grin, shaking your head as you rummage the shelves, looking for tissues or cloths of some sort to clean yourself up to the best you could.

Fives tapped your shoulder, causing you to glance over as he offered you a cloth which you gladly accepted. “Yeah, who knew you had that kind of fun in you.” He sniggered playfully. You poked out your tongue at him and began wiping down your face, scrubbing it gently.

Fives was cleaning himself and swiping the bits of food off his armour but he would find himself casting a gaze at you. Even covered in food you were so beautiful to him. His cheeks warmed at the sight of you and he became almost breathless as your eyes caught his. He looked away casually but you frowned. “Do I still have something on my face?”

“Uh…” Fives wanted to compliment you wholeheartedly, to express how much he thought you were divine but he didn’t, he swallowed it down. Despite the constant tries of him trying to score a date of you becoming a joke between you, him and his brothers, a part of him was still lowkey gutted you had not said yes at least once. You were friends, yes, he was grateful for that but a part of him longed for more.

“Fives you’re staring.”

He snapped out of his gaze and blinked quickly, running the back of his neck. “Oh sorry, uh, just some food on your lashes.”

Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and you swiped at your lashes, then looked back at him for confirmation that it was gone.

“Here,” he says as he steps closer to you, taking a hold of the cloth you were using, “let me get it.”

You hesitated briefly, wondering if this was just another attempt to attack you with food he may have stuffed away somewhere but you gave him the benefit of the doubt and allowed him. “Okay.”

You closed your eyes, letting him gently brush over your eyelids, wiping away any small bits of food that lingered but as he did, his breath got caught in his throat.

His eyes scanned your face, noticing every single freckle or scar, the slight dip of your cheek as you smiled lightly, the plumpness of your lips. Every detail of you was sending him crazy, the need to just touch you becoming unbearable that he had to pull his hand away.

“All done?” You asked before opening your eyes but this time it was your turn for your breathing to halt.

You didn’t realise how close Fives got to you, the way you could easily lean forward and have your chest brush against his own, the way his gaze lingered on you and the smallest smiles graced his face.

You knew Fives was attractive, all the clones were but being this close to him, almost admiring those honey coloured eyes nearly made your knees tremble. Your eyes traced to the tattoo on the side of his head, slowly looking down to his scruff of facial hair but then your eyes lingered on his lips. Firm yet soft looking lips.

Your lips parted, inhaling the tiniest of breaths before your eyes moved back up to his but his eyes shined with a gleam you hadn’t seen before. He saw you looking at his lips. He knows, and you know he knows.

Wanting to apologise, the thought then vanished as he did it too; brown eyes looked to your lips then back up to your eyes, a silent invitation.

Had he done it? Had he finally wound you down? You couldn’t think of a straight answer as your chest managed to brushed against his, both of you simultaneously moving closer.

His hand carefully placed to your waist, the touch sending shivers down your spin and you let out a small gasp.

“Is this okay?” He asked, lifting his hand away for a brief second, fearing he may have read the situation wrong but by the nod of your head, he places his hand back gently.

One of your hands raised to him, unsure where you should touch him but you settled on his chest, his eyes falling closed and he prayed silently that you couldn’t hear the thumping of his erratic heart.

Your heads leaned closer, foreheads touching. You had tilted yours, nose gently brushing against his. There was a soft inhale of breath from you, the scent of him lingering in your nose as you felt his breath. Warm and scented almost mint-like that brushes against your lips.

You became intoxicated, the wall you had build up for him had fallen down and all you wanted to do was to kiss him in that moment, just to see what he was all about.

Eyes fluttered closed, you allowed Fives to take the lead. He was screaming internally, not wanting to mess it up as his other hand brushed against your cheek, cupping it as he was about to finally crash his lips to yours.

As if by a cruel twist of fate, his lips barely grazed against yours when a shrill beeping interrupted you both. You pulled away, staring down at your commlink that was beeping.

“Kriff. I-I uh, got to go. I’m needed in the hangar.”

Fives felt his heart drop as you pulled away from him completely. He took a step back too, respecting your boundaries and tucked both hands behind his back, fingers flexing at the feeling of your body still against his grasp.

He was lost for words. So, instead he nodded and opened the door for you.

You walked towards the door but you stopped for a second and looked over your shoulder at him. “Fives I’m…” you trailed off. Were you sorry? Supposedly you were and you felt even more sorry as you analysed the look on his face. Both mixed with regret and something else.

Fives watched you go without another word.

He closed the door, taking a moment to collect himself. He brought both hands up to his face, pulling slightly on his skin as he let out a distressed groan. “Kriff’s sake.”

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Fives had tried getting to speak with you alone but he could never find the right time. You were always in crowds of people, your head stuck under a ship or you were simply nowhere to be seen. He hated how both of your last conversations went, it had been eating him up for days now but he had not seen you. He thought about shooting you a message but he figured that it would’ve been better if the conversation was in person and so he waited until he could find the right moment.

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You don’t know how you got dragged along to 79’s but you did. Some of your colleagues had persuaded you, noticing how tense you had been. So you decided to let your hair down and try to have some fun.

79’s wasn’t exactly your idea of fun really, one of the main reasons why you turned Fives date request down to be honest as 79’s wasn’t exactly the romantic date of your dreams. And it was filthy most of the time.

Alas however, you were there by the bar, dressed up and out of your scrubs for once. You definitely felt confident when you did this. Your hair was loose rather than pinned back, you were allowed to wear as much or as little makeup as you wanted, you could dance as wild you wanted to and you could also drink as much as you wanted to.

Fives was at 79’s too, sat in a booth with Jesse and some other of his vods when Jesse had nudged him and pointed in your direction. “There’s Y/N.”

Fives looked up immediately from his drink, eyes settled on you and as always, his heart melted at the sight of you. “Wow.” Fives breathed at the sight of you, something he usually did in his mind but his vod knew the attraction he had for you.

“Why don’t you go speak to her?” Jesse suggested, taking a swig of his drink.

Fives opened his mouth to say something but instead sighed and shook his head. What could he say? His feelings for you had grown more than such a measly crush. At first it wasn’t a joke, then it kind of was, and now it went right back to it not being a joke all because it seemed that you could actually like him. But by what happened, he wasn’t too sure.

Jesse frowned. “How come?”

Fives had not told anyone what had happened, deciding to keep that part private. “I don’t know, brother. Just think I should give her some space.”

Jesse’s frown narrowed even more and he looked to you, seeing you leaning against the bar, swirling a drink around in your hand, the other hand tapping along to the music. “Well, if you still want to try and get her I’d do it soon. There’s many eyes on her tonight.”

That was true. There was an abundance of lingering gazes cast your way but none you paid to mind. You scanned the bar, taking in all the patrons but then you had to go and spot Fives. Not only that, but he had a beautiful Twi’lek leaning over him, being over-friendly by touching his arm and trying to get him to dance with her.

You looked away instantly, a twisted feeling in your gut. You’re jealous, plain as day. You had fallen for Fives.

You had thought about what had happened between you both, the almost-kiss painfully stuck in your mind for a while that you almost imagined what it would’ve been like. Would he be gentle, would he be rough and eager or would it be quick? Still, that didn’t help the feelings. You swore to yourself not to get involved with clones when you worked for the Republic but regardless, you always found yourself looking out for Fives. Even though you kept saying no, you looked forward to hearing from him, to laughing at him and almost killing him when he would do something embarrassing to you.

“Hey sweetheart.” You snapped out of your thoughts, glancing to the side as a random civilian, not a clone took a seat next to you on an empty stool.

“Hi.” You humoured him, not particularly interested however as you turned back to your drink.

“What’s someone like you doing in a place like this? A clone bar?” He almost sniggered and you inwardly frown at the irony.

“I could ask you the same question.” You retorted, bringing your straw to your lips and consuming your alcoholic beverage.

The man was openly flirting with you; badly as well. You were being as nice as you could but also gave him the indication that you wasn’t interested in his clear motives.

“So,” out of nowhere he slung his arm around your shoulders, practically pulling you into him, “wanna get out of here?”

Your cheeks burned red in anger and you pushed the intoxicated mans arm off you and stood. “No. It’s best you leave me alone now please.”

The man chuckled and took a swig of his drink. “Oh come on doll.”

“The lady asked you to go.”

Both you and the patron turned to see Fives walking up to you both, jaw set straight and his eyes flashing in rage.

“Huh, what you going to do about it clone?” He pokes at the Arc Troopers chest, almost cracking his finger as it pressed against the chest plate.

Fives grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, lifting him from the stool and pushed him in the direction of the entry doors. “Get. Out.”

The man stumbles back, knocking into a table where a group of Coruscant Guards were sat, their drinks knocking over.

Fives, like he did in the mess hall, took a hold of your hand and ushered you away from what would easily be a very messy scene as the patron started to mouth off at the Clones in red who were getting angrier by the second.

Out of the way, Fives stopped infront of you. “You alright? Did he hurt you?”

You let out a sigh of relief and shook your head in confirmation you wasn’t hurt which instantly made Fives relax. “Good… good.” He rubbed the back of his head, now realising this is the first time you both laid eyes since the incident.

You chewed on the inside of your lip struggling on something to say.

“Thank you by the way.”

“You look beautiful.”

You both spoke at the same time, your mouths both shutting instantly and you blushed a rosy red at his words, finding your feet suddenly more interesting. “Thank you.” You say almost as a whisper.

Fives accepted your gratification silently, his head tilting as he watched your cheeks heat up. You looked up at him and made a general nod in the direction of where Fives had came from.

“You should uh, go back to your date.”

Fives eyes squinted. “My what?”

“You’re with that Twi’lek girl.” You mumbled, trying to hide your disappointment but were failing miserably.

“Oh, no, no, no. I’m not on a date! She just sat next to me.” Fives corrected instantly, hoping you didn’t think that he had almost kissed you then wanted to crack on with someone else straight away. “She’s got Jesse’s attention now anyway.”

You looked at him with slight skepticism at first but his eyes showed nothing but sincerity in that moment and you said a small ‘oh’.

“That reminds me actually,” Fives laughed, eyes squinting as he did, “you wanna go on a date?”

“Yes.”

Fives laughing stopped. His eyes blown wide as he looked down at you, a gracious smile on your face.

“What-who-huh-why-what-really?!” He stammered pathetically, a rush of excitement shooting through him that you finally said yes.

You giggled at how bright his eyes went, matching his grin. “Yes really. I would love to go on a date with you.”

Fives could barley contain himself as he punched the air in triumph before lifting you up, hugging you tight. “You’ve made one Clone very happy, mesh’la.” He breathed as he lowered you to the floor but his hands remained on your back whilst yours looped around the back of his neck.

“So, what date did you have in mind?” You grin, feeling elated.

“Well, uh, I don’t know! Whatever you want to do, we will do it.” He offered and you stared at him in disbelief.

“You asked me to go on a date 105 times with you and you don’t know where you want to take me.” You couldn’t hell but laugh, learning your forehead against his.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say yes, honestly.” He sighed happily, gently placing a kiss to the top of your nose. “Wanna get out of here? Find a restaurant?”

“Sounds like a date.”

Fives couldn’t help himself and it’s not like you minded either, but he finally pressed his lips to yours. As you expected, firm and soft lips glided beautifully over your own. A contempt hum came from him as you kissed back, just as lovingly as he was kissing you before pulling away before it could get anymore heated.

“Let’s go.” Fives took your hand and into the night you both went.

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Hey!! I hope you’re having a great day/night wherever you are!! Here’s just a lil reminder that you’re loved and appreciated ❤️ no reason in particular, it can just be easy to let it slip your mind sometimes so I like to remind people. Sending nothing but good vibes your ways always :)

As a request, could you do Rex x fem!reader but it’s like grief? Like reader lost someone very very close to them and Rex is comforting them? It would be cool if it could be like a coworker/professional dynamic where they aren’t super close but know each other that ends up being closer friends/borderline relationship type of thing.

I don’t know if you prefer angsty writing or fluffy writing, so whatever you are in the mood for, be free!!!

Lost and Found

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Rex X F!Reader

word count: 2.5k

thank you for the kind words @sunflowerrex same goes to you. Enjoy your request ♥️

After the loss of someone dear to you, you never expected to find comfort in a GAR Clone Captain

A/N not my best work as ending is a little meh. I was pulling blanks sadly😣

warnings: mentions of grief, death and loss. Angsty but Rex is here to give you as much comfort as possible.

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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Loss is always expected in life but somehow, it’s never easy to go through.

They tell you that during grief that you will go through an array of emotions. Anger, sadness etc but nobody tells you how to cope when you’re sucked back into reality.

At work, you can’t cry. You can not break down in tears when you’re too busy filing through reports, sending messages and keeping up to date with any Galactic shift.

Usually, you are quite good at hiding your emotions. You never let anything bother you but when a Clone Captain comes up to you and asks if you’re okay, maybe you were not so good at it.

You blink, shooting out of your thoughts and stare ahead at the man in front of you. Tall, blonde and donned in a mix of white, grey and blue 501st colours, you recognised it to be Captain Rex.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You ask, idly rubbing the side of your head as if to get rid of a bad headache.

The Captain shifts and raises a brow. “I was just asking if you were okay. You seem a little off.”

You knew of Rex but never really spoke. He would give you the one off smile whilst in passing but other than that, nothing. Hearing him speak to you was unusual since out of anyone, Rex would be the one to show signs of comfort.

“Oh, I’m fine.”

His brow remained raised. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You hated this question. You would be okay for the moment but the second someone sees past your visage and digs a little deeper, that’s when the waterfall of tears starts.

Your throat is burning and Rex sees your lower lip begin to quiver.

“Oh no, oh no, no, no I’m sorry I shouldn’t have prodded.” The Captain hushes, mortified to have seemingly upset you as you turn around and quickly hold back the choked sob threatening to spill.

Taking deep breaths was the only thing that helped you recently so you couldn’t understand why when Rex places a hand to your upper back and slowly rubs it, your sadness and tears fade away. “No I’m sorry,” you sniffed, finding it hard to face him, “I’m not too good at hiding my feelings, eh?”

Rex smiles a little at this, finding it rather endearing that you were the one to apologise for crying. “No, you are. It’s just you were just standing here a little spaced out for a good few minutes.”

You cringe in embarrassment and collect yourself, wiping away the tears that did end up spilling and turn to face him. “I’m sorry Captain.”

He tilts his head a little, looking at your features. Not many would notice but he saw the change. Whenever he did see you - whether it be in the hangar, in the control deck or simply passing through a corridor - he noticed the small things. There was always a subtle smile on your lips and life gleamed in your eyes. Now? He had to do a double-take to see if it was really you.

Your hair was a little untidy, uniform not up to standards and the sleep deprivation was evident under your eyes. The light in your eyes seems to have vanished, a burden heavy on your shoulders.

“No need to be sorry.” Rex gives you a smile to which you find yourself slowly returning. “May I ask, however, why are you upset?”

There was no need for him to pry and usually, he wouldn’t. But something just didn’t sit right in his gut seeing you so… not you.

You glance around, seeing that it was rather quiet today and luckily there were no prying eyes or ears. “I…” you think, unsure why out of everyone you find that telling Rex would be the best option but he was also the only one to notice, “I lost some quite close to me a few days ago. Just not coping well.”

His heart gets heavy with your words, knowing all-too-well about losing someone close and having to act fine and put up a brave face. Clones don’t have time to mourn for the fallen, always having to act tough and move on. Clearly, the same goes for any GAR worker. “I apologise for your loss ma’am. I know it all too well.” He tries to show empathy rather than sympathy, feeling that it’s probably best to show he understands rather than be mollycoddled. “Could you not request the time off?”

The two of you are walking now, side by side and closer physically than ever before. After all, you still had work to be done. “I thought that maybe working through it will make me forget things for a while but by the looks of things, it’s not helping.” You say with a sigh.

Rex plays with his helmet in his hands, thinking of any suggestions but he was pulling blanks. “Is there anything I can do?”

For the first time in a few days, a smile graced your lips. It was refreshing to hear someone ask you if you wanted them to do something and not the other way round. “That’s kind of you, but no.” You shake your head and stop at the entrance of a lift and turn to face Rex. “Can I ask you something, Captain?”

He nods for you to continue.

“Do you even know my name?”

He’s taken aback at the question, not really expecting it. But, he smiles. He says your name.

Now it was your turn to be surprised. There were so many people who worked for the Republic and you were nothing but a Deck Officer for the 501st. There were hundreds of you.

“Oh, that surprised me.” You admit with a short laugh. A small beep goes off and you glance at your holopad reminding you of a task you need to attend to. “I have to go, Rex. But thank you… for caring.”

The Captain takes a step to allow you into the lift, holding the door open for just a second longer. “I hope we can speak again soon?”

“I’d like that. Have a good day, Captain.”

“And you.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Funnily enough, you did speak again soon. The next day in fact.

Usually when one says ‘hope we can speak again soon’, realistically how soon is soon? In a month? A year? Not for you and Rex.

Since your little talk with Rex you did feel better. Even if it was just a bit. It felt good to just get it out that you were grieving and he understood, told you that you weren’t alone.

It’s late one evening on Coruscant and you had some time for yourself and you managed to find a small garden in one of the main GAR owned buildings. You had seen some of your colleagues come here to relax and so you thought why can’t you?

You had swapped your uniform for your casual attire, suitable and cosy. The weather was nice this evening, warm with a cool breath which always makes up for the time you had spent when stationed on Kamino when you first started working. Boots filled to the brim with rain? Not ideal.

After a few minutes of roaming around, inspecting the perfectly trimmed hedges of large bushes, smelling the planted flowers here and there, you found a bench to sit on that overlooked the entire city.

You breathe a sigh of somewhat relief. Being busy at work was either a curse or a blessing sometimes. If it’s busy then your mind is active and the day seems to go by much quicker yet when it’s quiet it’s relaxing although the days seem long. But since it was busy today, it was nice to sit down and take in the fresh air.

As your eyes fluttered closed, you reflected everything up to now. It had been a few days since you lost someone and now you had a second to just think about it.

“Credit for your thoughts ma’am?”

If anyone were to sneak up on you normally, you would jump out of your skin but this time you didn’t react. His voice was soft and a welcoming calm and it felt as if you already knew he was there before.

Your eyes slowly opened as you turned your head to face Rex, a wilted smile on your lips. “I could tell you but it’s a little morbid.”

Rex chuckles and takes a seat beside you, looking ahead at the view. “I’m all ears.”

You contemplated for a second before you decided to just lay it all out there. After all, he’s the one who asked.

“I’m thinking about how people just become memories.”

Rex hums softly, nodding his head in acknowledgement. “I suppose that’s why they say that you should never go to bed on a bad note. Talk it through because you never know when it’ll be the last.”

You’re trying not to get emotional again in front of him although you were convinced he wouldn’t mind. It was just you two, a bench and a pretty nice view.

Then, you frown to yourself before saying, “I’m sorry about your losses too, y’know? I shouldn’t be so worked up about mine when you’ve lost so many brothers.”

Okay. That sounded better in your head.

He reads your mortified look as you ramble out a quick apology and how it sounded very blunt when it came to him and the war. Luckily, Rex seemed calm and ever so slightly takes your hand into his and gives it a small squeeze.

“When I lose any one of my brothers I’m close with, I think positively of a way to carry on. Although it’s bittersweet, they’re still there in my mind. As memories.” He lets go of your hand and you let out a deep exhale.

You lean back on the bench and take in his words. For someone so used to loss, he didn’t sound solemn; just understanding in life and death.

“I suppose that’s why they also tell you to make as many memories as you can. You never know when it’ll be the last day.”

The pair of you stay in each other’s company for a small while. Talking, chatting and even sharing the odd cry. Well, that’s what you thought how long it was but you didn’t even realise two hours had passed until you finally looked down at your datapad and gasped at the time. “Kriff, we really need to get back to work.”

He watches you scurry to your feet and he slowly follows suit. “Looks like time got ahead of us.”

You laugh softly and nod in agreement. “What can I say? I’m a treat to be with.”

“Yes, you are.”

Your laugh fades at his admission, hoping that the night sky hid how warm your face got at his words. Rex realised what he said and cleared his throat with an awkward cough but he didn’t exactly deny it either. “Would you allow me to walk you back?”

For a moment you think. Would it be odd for the Captain of the GAR to escort a random deck officer back to work in the late hours of the evening? To some it may seem that way but the more you looked at Rex, the couldn’t help but perhaps to see a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Sure.” you nod, trying to keep your voice level although you find yourself a little giddy at the thought. Strange.

He steps by your side and the two walk together side by side, engaging back into a small story that Rex was telling you about when he was on a mission with a brother called Hardcase. You found yourself laughing and to Rex, it was music to his ears. He had seen you laugh from afar with other coworkers but never close enough so he could hear it and he couldn’t even begin to explain how it made him feel.

When the door to the room you were working or meant to be working in came into view, there was a smidge of sadness surfacing in your stomach. Clearly, you didn’t want to say goodbye to Rex tonight and after he told you that he will soon be deported for another mission, you felt selfish that you suddenly didn’t want him to go.

“Well, this is me.” You sigh as you both come to a halt, Rex moving to stand in front of you as he sticks his hands behind his back.

“It was nice to speak to you again. Hopefully I made your night a little more bearable?”

Softly, you smile at him and feel your eyes flicker over all his features. He really was… something. “Likewise, Rex. I, uh, I wish you the best of luck on your next mission. Don’t stay away for too long?”

There was a little jittery feeling inside Rex. It was new, unknown but not at all scary. Yet, he had a sinking feeling he knew what it was. He had seen it in the way his General looks at the Senator.

After learning how kind and humble you were for the last few hours, he felt at ease for once. He could feel as though he could talk to you about anything and everything and that was just the same for you too.

“I’ll try not to, cyare.”

A flutter in your heart, you can’t help the bashful smile on your lips. You had been around clones long enough to pick up the odd mando’a but were you going to tell him that? Not quite.

hesitant with your next set of actions, but as you glance around and see that the hallway was deserted, you can’t help but step forward and wrap your arms around the Captain.

You’re hugging him gently, relishing in the feeling of his embrace once he finds the strength to hug you back.

Flushed against him, you rested your cheek against his chest, face against his plastoid armour as Rex drew soothing circles into your back.

Every burden you both carried for a single moment seemed to have vanished, finding comfort in each other's arms until you both realised you should pull away before you get caught. Not like you were doing anything bad anyway.

There was a slight tension in the air after, timid smiles and quiet goodbyes as he finally let you slip away.

You watch as he walks back down through the corridor but then he pauses at the bottom.

He had the urge to look back to just see you and was burning into his mind. Maybe, there could be something between you two. He felt a spark but did you?

He thought it wasn’t likely as he was just a Clone and you were someone that found comfort. You had lost, but he had found.

But then, he did look and sure enough, you were looking back at him.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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Request: Hello there! I saw requests were open and was hoping you could do something angsty with Rex, ending in hurt/comfort? Like him saving you and feeling guilty about your trauma/injuries. Thank-you 😊 🙏

Breathing

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Rex X Fem!Reader

word count: 1.2k

The mission was successful or so he thought it was until you got injured by a blaster wound. Rex came to your rescue in a matter of seconds but he couldn’t help but feel like it was all his fault.

warnings: SFW mainly angst however, mentions of injury and blood, Rex is sad, reader is hurt, comfort is given, not an established relationship.

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You worked with the 501st for around a year now and you always found yourself trailing alongside their Captain. At first you just liked his company, finding him easy to talk to which made you come out of your shell a little more around him. You were a medic, constantly travelling alongside the battalion to aid the wounded and in the meantime, yourself and Rex got a little closer. There was an attraction towards one another, most definitely but if you were both to open up and discuss it to one another? Then there would be a problem.

A mission had just been completed successfully, very minor injuries for you to tend to as you trudged through the rough sand of the planet you were on. You had just helped wrap up a troopers leg when a small cough from behind you caught you attention.

You glanced over your shoulder, still kneeling down and smile fondly at Rex. “Everything alright over here?” He asked, gesturing towards his vod on the floor who was wincing every time he moved.

“He’ll be fine, just a sprained ankle. You doing okay, bud?” You question the clone who groaned in response and you rolled your eyes, standing to your feet and turning to Rex.

“He isn’t even that bad. This one tends to overreact to stay in the medbay longer.” You say teasingly to Rex as you stood beside him, keeping your voice hushed low.

“Yeah I’ve heard.” Rex counters back with a smirk of his own, a small burst of jealousy shooting through him that one of his vods clearly had eyes on you but nevertheless, he leaned down to pick up his vod as the pair of you helped to escort him back to a ship. The walk back was long and tedious but you both got there eventually and helped the soldier board, watching as the ship carried away the remainder of the injured troops.

“We still have some cleaning up to do around here.” Rex sighed, looking around at the mass of debris along with the countless bodies of clankers in the way. They had to clear them, ensuring that no Separatists fleet could spot the carnage and rain fire on them unexpectedly mid clean up.

“I’ll stay for a while before I go back to the infirmary.” You nod to Rex but he seemed reluctant at first.

“Are you sure? It’s boring work.” He comments, watching as you began walking, Rex following up from behind as you helped begin the cleaning process.

“It might be boring but I have good company.” You say softly, eyes flickering over to Rex. You couldn’t see his face and he was glad that you couldn’t as it was burning crimson red and he was grinning uncontrollably.

“Let’s get to work then.”

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You found yourself helping Rex, well the Republic, for longer than you should have. You kept saying ‘okay ten more minutes’ every twenty minutes but you partially blamed Rex. No, in fact you completely blamed Rex.

To distract you was easy and all he had to do was bring up tales he had from the 501st that had you doubling over and crying with laughter, or it would be him simply asking about how to treat certain injuries or it could just be him asking about you.

He had asked about your life and you spoke about it for more than you should have, your face turning red as you realised you were probably rambling and annoying him. Though, you couldn’t tell due to that kriffing bucket.

You came into a slightly tight clearing, a narrow path that had discarded clanker parts around. Rex told you that you could leave this, that it won’t be picked up on any scanners and you sighed in relief, your back starting to ache from bending over constantly, using small explosives to incinerate the remains.

You leaned against a small alcove of rock, watching Rex as he sent out a signal to see if he is needed back towards the ships. You’ve both ventured quite a little bit away from the others but you were somewhat grateful. Besides, who really has some alone time with the Captain?

Rex caught you staring at him, a curious brow raised under his helmet as he looked back at you through his visor. You suddenly realised what you were doing and looked away but Rex didn’t miss the blush that began to paint on your cheeks, watching as you shyly rubbed the back of your neck and stared down at your boots as if they were the most amazing thing in the world at that moment.

Rex looked away, taking pity on your amusing reaction but something jitters in him. Was this the most suitable time? To ask you out on a date? At long last? Maker, he looks around at the less than romantic environment. He believed that you deserved better than that. Maybe he should one day bring you your favourite breakfast or maybe even your favourite drink. Maybe he could do something big like order flowers for you with a note saying something along the lines of ‘Y/N, please would you make me the happiest Captain in the Republic and go on a date with me?’. Perhaps he should ask Fives for advice. Rex paused at the thought, mentally shaking his head. Maybe not him. Echo would be a better option.

His thoughts are interrupted however by the sound of you shrieking, jumping up straight and pointing a blaster to the left of you. Rex withdrew his own blasters and took a step in front of you in a matter of seconds.

“What is it? What did you see?”

“I uh…” you wasn’t sure what you had seen. It was just from the corner of your eye, something shifting along the ground but it could have been possible that you imagined it. There were so many clanker parts that it would be a given for your eyes to play some cruel tricks on you. After so much walking too, you were beginning to get sleepy too which didn’t help the situation. “I just thought I saw something. Probably nothing.”

Rex looked at you for a second then back to where you had pointed your blaster. He took your word for it and holstered his weapons.

He goes to turn to you, wanting to ensure that you were alright but he didn’t anticipate how close you were both now to one another. Rex had practically trapped you against the rock you were leaning on, your chest barely grazing against his own.

He swallows, and wants to back away but his feet don’t budge. Instead, his longing gaze shined down on you from behind his visor.

You tried to look away but it was as if your head was locked into place, pointing you in one direction and that direction was to Rex. You could see his shoulders rise and fall from his unsteady breaths. You wanted so badly to see his eyes behind the visor, wanting to see what expression he was shielding away from you at your proximity.

Shakily, your hands reach up to him, landing on his chest before slowly moving up to his pauldrons. It was a risky move in the first place, completely overstepping your boundaries but the nagging feeling at the back of your mind kept saying ‘He hasn’t moved away from you yet. Touch him. Hold him. Tell him you feel. He may feel the same.’

Rex became hot under his armour at your intricate touch but he didn’t tell you to stop. He didn’t tell you to stop when your soft hands then moved to either side of his helmet, slowly lifting it to see him.

The sight of him got you breathless, as it usually did. His honey coloured eyes were soft and shined with curiosity as he looked at you, a small smile tugging at the side of his lips.

“Y/N… can I ask you something?” The words came out of his mouth before he realised. You still had a grip of his helmet, holding it to the side of your body as you nodded eagerly for Rex to continue.

Here it goes, he thought to himself. Ask her you di’kut. Ask her now!

His mouth parts to say something but you had let out a loud gasp, your hand dropping the helmet to the floor as a searing pain shot through your stomach.

No hesitation on his part, Rex turned to the enemy and at first he couldn’t see it until the sand moved below him and do he opened fired, blaster bolts shooting through the ground until he got what it was. A half broken clanker, no lower body half aside from its head and one arm.

Rex then turned to you, watching as you slid down the rock, not scaring if the rough surface scratched at your clothes as you gripped on tight to your side.

“Y/N! Maker, what- what should I do?” Rex tried to remain calm but it was useless, he was panicking because it was just him and you.

“My… backpack… medical supplies…” you pointed to your side, your pack on the ground and Rex ripped it open in a hurry and pulled everything out.

“What do you need?” Rex looked up at you with pleading eyes, pleading eyes asking for you to help him but your eyelids became heavy and you groaned as you tilted your head.

“Grab a syringe… and a patch…”

Rex did as he was told, grabbing the medical supplies before holding up the medication and you tilted your neck, silently telling him to shoot the medicine into your body to relieve the pain.

He did and he muttered his apologies as you winced before moving to wrap your side.

“Lift your hand.” Rex orders gently, sitting on his knees at his side and you reluctantly did so.

Rex inhaled sharply, warm pools of blood deeper out from you, a nerve having been hit upon impact.

“Hurry.” You urge Rex on, wanting him to not get distracted by your injury and he nods quickly and places a patch on you, maintaining pressure.

He quickly calls over his commlink, requesting for a craft to come and collect you both after explaining what had happened.

“This is all my fault.” Rex muttered to himself but you heard and you look at him through half-lidded eyes.

“How?” You asked incredulously. “You just saved my life.”

“We should have blown these droids up, not left them. It was a bad call.” He seethed, not even daring to look at you as you whimpered every time you inhaled a breath.

“You didn’t know one was still active.” You pointed out through shaken breaths, trying your best to reassure him when in reality, you couldn’t even reassure yourself. You lost a lot of blood and your vision was becoming hazy.

“Yes but I should have checked!” He snapped more at himself than at you, his fists clenched before he finally takes the courage to look at you, you skin growing more and more pale. “What else can I do? Help is on the way.”

“Don’t let me fall asleep.” You tell him but your eyes closed regardless wether you wanted them to or not.

Rex took a hold of you carefully, lifting you into his lap and shook you a little, your eyes opening.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

You smirked at his feeble attempt but were grateful regardless. His voice was wavering with every question he asked and you couldn’t help but feel for him. You rested your hand on top of his that held you, your head resting against his chest.

“Can I ask you a question Rex?”

Rex looked to you, nodding his head as he brought a hand up to your cheek, gently brushing the skin beneath his gloved hand. You were so beautiful to him.

“Were you going to ask me on a date?”

Rex was taken aback, eyes scanning your own as a small smug smirk tugged on your lips deliciously. He let out a brief exhale and slowly nodded.

“I was. And the question still stands.” He chuckles, you wanted to chuckle too but every time you breathed it hurt to do so instead you hummed in amusement.

“The answer is yes.”

Rex could feel his heart about to leap out of his chest, something he always wanted finally able to come true. “Well, good! Excellent in fact.”

He smiled at his eagerness. “Let’s just hope I make it through this first.” Your eyes tighten as a surge of pain hit you, teeth gritting and Rex’s smile soon dwindled.

“How long until assistance?” He called into his comm, the crackling voice behind it replying with ‘ETA three minutes Captain’.

“Three minutes.” You sighed, both in relief and nervousness. Three minutes didn’t sound long but with an injury as bad as it was, you wish my was more like three seconds. Luckily, the antibiotics from the shot helped tremendously as well as the company.

“Just keep breathing for me mesh’la.” Rex whisperer into your hair as he leaned over you, his lips just barley grazing your forehead. “I’m here.”

You smiled to yourself, fingers stroking over the back of his hand whispering nothing but words of affirmation, telling him that you were going to be fine and that it was not his fault.

Regardless of the outcome that day, it would’ve ended with a date on the cards.

You could hear the whirring engine of the ship approaching, Rex looking down at you with a comforting glance as thunderous sounds of feet came rushing to you and their Captain, bringing you on board where you knew you were in capable hands. Besides, you had a date to look forward to.

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Hi!!!! I love your writing a lot!!!!! If you're taking requests, would it be at all possible to ask for the bad batch + fives reacting to their partner's (gender neutral or he/him pronouns) top surgery scars (ftm)? If you're not comfortable writing this dw about it, it's just something that I thought of but I don't really know how to write it for myself

Top Surgery Scars

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys + Fives X M/GN!Reader (initially I wrote it for a male reader but it can also be read as gender neutral 💜 )

Exactly as the request asks ♥️

Warnings: mentions of scars and surgery, a little angst, some insecure reader in some sections, fluff given from all boys.

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A/N hope this is okay, loved the idea! I’m not an expert in this field so I hope I did it justice ♥️

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Echo 💕

This sweetie first saw your scars by accident when he walked in on you changing. He was taken aback, a little panicked if it was an injury of some kind you once had but then you explained that they were top surgery scars. You had even tried to cover yourself up quickly both for obvious accidental invasion of privacy and because you had exactly not told Echo about your surgery.

He allowed you to dress first before he came closer to you, seeing your slightly flushed features. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“Why sorry? I love you regardless of who you are.” He wraps his arms around your waist, scomp pushing into your back as your pressed flush to his own body.

You sigh in silent relief, resting your head against his shoulder as you let him embrace you with all the love he can give you. “I love you too.”

He is definitely there for you through it all.

Hunter 💞

“Can I show you something?”

Hunter is sitting on your shared bunk, playing with his viro-blade when you stand in front of him, wringing your fingers together nervously.

He didn’t need his senses to see the anxiety on your face and he found himself too getting worried. “Of course, everything alright?”

“Y-yeah, I just want to show you now so it’s not a surprise late down the line if this relationship is to grow any further.” You exhale a shaken breath and he nods slowly for you to continue.

As you peel your shirt away from your body and show him your scars, he’s surprised but not at all fazed. “Do you think I would have thought of you any different?” He asks softly, standing whilst sheathing his knife and crosses the threshold to you.

Before you could reply you’re in his arms and he’s peppering the sweetest kisses all over you from your lips down to your chest and then back up again. “Perfect. As always.” Laughter fills the room and in that moment you had never felt more at home.

You had a feeling that Hunter will be the perfect boyfriend.

Wrecker 💓

“What are those?”

You turn quickly to see Wrecker stood behind you, eyes a little wide.

You were just about to change into a loose vest top as you and Wrecker took a trip down to a beautiful and remote lake and when you thought he wasn’t looking, he had caught you mid-dress.

“Oh, these?” You ask dumbly, trying to seem unfazed by your crushes questioning and pointing towards your chest. “They’re my double incision scars… I’ve had top surgery.”

He blinks at you, tilting his head. He’s quick to put two and two together and realises that you have transitioned or going through the transition process. Or maybe you’re it’s just a personal preference. He’d like to know more but wants to make sure he asks all the right questions first incase he says something silly. He may ask one of his brothers for advice (if you’re comfortable with that) but for now, he grabs his inflatable and grins widely at you.

“You gonna come swimming with me cyare?”

Feeling relaxed that it was now out in the open, feeling like you now had nothing to hide, you’re more than happy to take your top off and enjoy one of the best days you could with Wrecker.

By the end of the evening, you’re both walking hand in hand back to the Marauder and he sneaks a kiss in before the others could see.

Tech 💖

With Tech, you had no fear in showing you your scars because he actually went with you to the surgery in the first place. Of course, he was questioning those doing the procedure and you had to reassure him that they knew what they were doing.

The moment you’re in surgery, he’s in the waiting room researching everything he needs to know and what you need to know so he can relay information. Once you’re done and a little tender, he treats you with the utmost perfection and insists on checking on the healing process every day and night.

“The tissue is healing accordingly. Though it will still be tender for the next few weeks. That means you need to stay off missions for a while more and take plenty of rest mesh’la. Oh, I am also going to locate a pharmaceutical and inquire about any other the counter ointments.”

Although he’s being a little repetitive as this is what you heard for the last few days, you adored him. And clearly, he adores you just as much.

Crosshair 💗

When Crosshair’s fingers find their way under your top, innocently caressing the skin on your stomach you had jolted upright and nearly sent the poor Clone tumbling onto the floor. “What was that? You alright?” He grunts, moving his hand away from you but rests it just over your hand.

You’re both cuddling in your bunk together, a tight snug but enough to give you enough warmth when the ship is chilly.

“Y-yeah, sorry I just…” words are failing, not coming up with a smart reply but Crosshair does it for you.

“Is it your scars? Are they hurting?”

Your head snaps to look towards him, eyes wide in surprise. “You know about them?”

He blinks at you, gaze soft for a man so moody most of the time. “Of course. My eyes see everything.”

You didn’t question him about how he saw them and in fact, relished in the knowledge that he knew and did not seem to mind. Though, you still had to ask. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

There’s a small conflict on his face but gnaws on the inside of his cheek before saying, “I wanted to, but it’s not my business to do so. I don’t care about that stuff.” He struggles to word it correctly but hopes it comes across as okay and not at all insensitive. But if there’s one thing you knew about Crosshair is that he adores you and his words told you just that.

“I picked you for a reason. I love you all the same.”

Fives 💘

When Fives saw your scars, he was not shy in asking about them. He was curious, intrigued and quite pleased that you were prepared to show him something like this. To him, he showed that you were brave and embraced who you are and he valued that a lot in a person. He thought you were beautiful regardless and does never fail to express his fondness of you.

“Did it hurt?“ He sits beside you, snaking an arm around you and pulling you into him for a hug.

“It felt a little sore after the first few days and I got used to it. I was a little nervous about the stitching truthfully but the professionals took good care of me.” You said with a smile, so relaxed and blessed that you had someone like Fives in your life. No matter what, he had endless love for you.

When you’re both alone and maybe having an intimate moment, he kisses every inch of your skin, praises and reminds you of how beautiful you are to him and how happy he is that he had met you. Clearly you had made the best choice in suitors when it came to this particular Arc Trooper.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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Hii i just wanted to stop by and say I just found your blog and it gives me life! I love your writing and your HCs!

If you’re taking any requests, I keep thinking about this HC about how any of the clones would react to their S/O having piercings or asking them to come with them to get a piercing?

I’m getting my tongue web piercing today and would love to hear about how our favorite men would react to that 🥰

Love your work 💙

Piercings

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Bad Batch Boys + Rex X GN!Reader

Getting and talking about piercings with your significant other

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warnings: piercings, needle mention, suggestive in Crosshairs parts.

A/N thank you for the kind words and sorry for the wait! Your tongue piercing sounds awesome and hope it’s healing well 😊

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Echo

He isn’t averse to piercings and in fact finds them quite attractive. Just not on him. However you have been humming and hawing about getting one for the first time but are a little nervous.

You had asked Echo to come with you and he was more than happy to come with if it gets him out of doing some general repairs. You kept fidgeting as you’re getting ready to leave, thinking of the worse case scenarios about getting your first piercing. However, that didn’t stop you from walking hand in hand towards a tattoo and piercing parlour in Ord Mantell with your boyfriend.

His hand feels a little damp and he chuckles softly, looking down at you. “You nervous?”

“A little.” You reply sheepishly, spotting the shop in the distance.

You decided on just getting your lobes done for your first piercing, not wanting to be daring just yet. Besides, you may hate it!

As you sit in the chair, you anxiously watch the Twi’lek prepare and you close your eyes, feeling a little wheezy but Echo was holding your hand the whole way through it. Once done after some deep breaths later, you gaze in the mirror and a smile grows on your lips.

“What d’ya think?” You turn to him, hair (if long) tucked behind your ear to show.

He smiles and nods in satisfaction. “Looks good! Now there’s more gift ideas for me to have.” He winks.

Hunter

When you’re discussing piercings with Hunter, you’re pleased how nonchalant he is about them.

You’re lazed up in the cockpit, pulled sideways on his lap with your legs hanging over the edge. “What piercings do you want?” He asks, genuinely interested. You already had some parts of your ears done but you wouldn’t mind adding to the collection.

There’s a small timid smile on your face as if you’re embarrassed to say and it caught his attention. “Go on.” He chuckles, a hand wrapped around your waist whilst the other caresses over your thighs.

“I wouldn’t mind getting my nipples done.” You say quickly, hoping he’d find it attractive as you were aware not a lot of others do.

He raises a brow and a smirk grows on his lips. “You do, eh? Trying to copy me?”

You blink at his words and give him a dubious look. “You don’t have yours done.”

“Yes I do.”

You paused, genuinely thinking but surely if he had a nipple piercing you would know? Right?

He sees the puzzlement on your face and relieves you of your curiosity, he sits up straighter and grabs the bottom of his civvie top before pulling it over his head and sure enough, he had a piercing right there on his nipple. Your jaw drops and you’re fumbling for words to say but instead, he silences you with a swift kiss to your lips.

“Get it done if you want cyare, I don’t mind matching.”

Crosshair

Crosshair quite likes piercings on others and especially on you. He was always quite protective when you got one done in a new planet, simply because he didn’t want you getting one done in some dirty slum. If you were to get one, he wants it to be done safely and by a professional. Ever since you got a bad ear infection that one time, he never shut up about it. Though, you were grateful he was taking these precautions with you instead of telling yoj to never get one again if you’re going to be injured. He had even been with you many times to go get piercings but he had never got one of his own. Or so you thought.

“When are you going to get a piercing then grumps?” You ask him as he massages your lobe with his index finger and thumb, having just taken one out as it was hurting a little.

“Who's to say I don’t have one?” He rumbles quietly, eyes closed as you scoot further onto his lap.

You roll your eyes. “I think I’d know if you had one.”

“Obviously not.” He drawls, opening one eye to see your perplexed reaction.

“Oh yeah?” You smirk, playing up to his game, “Where?”

He chuckles, a deep rumble that always had caused chills to run up and down your spine. He’s about to speak but stops as Tech walks by you both, heading towards the cockpit. Once out of sight and hearing he says, “we need to be alone for me to show you.”

Your curiosity was piqued quite a bit now and you slowly start to believe him. “Why?” You reply with a short laugh.

Both his eyes are open but a little heavy lidded as he drops his hand from your ear and rests it on top of your knee. “Because I need to pull my pants down.”

Your eyes widen comically and you start laughing. But, he doesn’t. In fact, he looked quite smug. Your laughter dies down and your lips pull into a tight line. “You serious?”

He nods. “Got one the other day.”

You blink at him, in complete shock. “You mean to tell me that you got your… y’know pierced?” You say quietly, swallowing the saliva that pooled in your mouth at the thought.

“That’s right sweetheart.” He purrs and he can tell that you’re quite aroused about it.

“But why?”

Slowly he leans into you, grasping your chin between his fingers and pulling your head to the side. His breath is warm and his lips slowly press against the ear he was just massaging before whispering something in your ear that you could never repeat.

Let’s just say you’re a blushing mess and nightfall could not come sooner.

Wrecker

Now Wrecker doesn’t have any piercings and isn’t necessarily for or against them. On you however he thinks you look incredible and doesn’t fail to

remind you about it.

As you’re about to leave the ship to go to your consultation, you’re pleasantly surprised to hear that Wrecker wants to tag along. He had seen you go and get piercings done before but that was when you weren’t together. So what better way to spend a quiet day together?

“What you gettin’ done this time mesh’la?”

“I will be getting my tragus done.” You smile, linking your arm through his large muscular ones as you both walk towards the destination together.

Wrecker raises a brow. “Uh, where’s that?”

“Inner side of my ear, the cartridge bit.” You tap the location, turning your head a little to show Wrecker exactly where and he hums in satisfaction.

Upon arrival he’s already looking round the shop at designs of piercings and even tattoos and when you’re called up, he’s right beside you.

“Want me to hold your hand?” He teases, making you spit your tongue out at him. He’s watching the person set up and the second his eye lands on the needle he suddenly feels a little nauseous. His complexion shifts and you watch him from the corner of your eye as the piercer approaches your ear.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” You jest playfully, watching him swallow hard and he had to excuse himself rather swiftly.

After it’s all done, you pay and step outside to find Wrecker and spot him leaning against the wall, looking a little worse for wear.

“You doing okay, babe?” You say softly, placing a comforting hand to his cheek in which he chuckles lightly and nods.

“Yeah, just felt a lil woozy after seeing that needle.” He says awkwardly but it was no surprise, he didn’t even like getting stims.

It’s safe to say that Wrecker may not enter another piercing parlour for a little while. Although he was deeply considering getting a piercing one day to surprise you.

Tech

You were not too sure what Tech’s reaction would be as you came back with a new piercing. It had been someone on your list of things to do for a while and since you all had some down time you thought you’d get a nose piercing.

It was only a small stud and wouldn’t be that visible to someone if you didn’t spend every waking moment with them. Plus, your nose was looking a little red and tender at the minute so he was bound to notice that.

You walk up the ramp to the ship, keeping an eye out for him. You weren’t sure why you felt a little apprehensive but it could be because Tech has never raised the topic before.

When you do see him, he sees you right away and a smile forms on his lips. He stands but as he draws closer his eyes behind his goggles narrow as does his brows. You idly looked the other way, hiding the side of the nose piercing and pretending to act ‘busy’ at one of the control panels.

“Are you feeling well today? Your nose looks rather red today.” He practically shoved his face against yours and you felt warm inside that he cared.

“I’m alright, don't worry.” You say casually but Tech isn’t easily fooled.

He stares at you for a moment, noticing your whizzing eyes that were locked onto him, the control panel and then back to him as if you were hiding something.

“Darling, look at me properly.”

You knew you couldn’t hide it forever and so you slowly turned your head and his eyes landed immediately on the little jewel on your nose. He blinks once, twice and then three times until he says, “Ah.”

“Ah?” You repeat searching his blank expression for any sign.

“You have gotten a nose piercing.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek. “I have.”

Again, his reaction is a little hard to grasp.

“I certainly hope you went to a safe and sterile environment. Are you in any pain?” He raises a hand and gently cups your cheek, bringing you just a tad closer so he can inspect further.

“I did, don’t worry. Not in pain but it’s a little tender.”

“As to be expected. When… when will you transfer the stud into a ring?” He breathes out a little unsteadily and then you spot some warmth on his cheeks.

You begin to smile and raise an eyebrow. “You want me to get a nose ring?”

He’s fumbling about a little and suddenly finds it hard to make eye contact. “Only if you would find it comfortable. But to answer your questionable gaze, yes, I am attracted to that particular modification.”

Relief washes over you, glad that he was attracted to your new choice of piercing and you nod your head, “I’ll have to wait a while before I can but yeah, I’ll get a nose ring.”

He smiles with warmth and palaces a kiss to your cheek. “Excellent but first of all, let me see if we have anything to prevent infections if one is to occur. I don’t want you to be in any pain.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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Hello! If you’re up for it! I’d love to see your take on this scenerio for 3 of my fave men! Crosshair, Rex and Echo! (All 3 or you can pick one! ^^ ) Of them over hearing their S/O talking about them maybe with either omega or a fellow trooper. Maybe they were just passing by and heard their name mentioned

And S/O just goes practically infodumping how they make them feel. How they feel safe in their arms, referring to a sweet memory , how fast their heartbeats when they are near by. Everyday being a treasure just being with them and all that lovey dovey lol

The Way You Make Me Feel

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys + Rex X F!Reader

Thanks for the lovely request. Adore you. I know the request only asks for Rex, echo and crosshair but in for a penny in for a pound, let’s do all batchers ♥️

Your S/O overhears you gushing over them.

warnings: none, fluff. Reader gets unwanted attention in the Crosshair one.

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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

☾ Echo

Echo didn’t necessarily hear you complimenting him, rather, he read it instead.

Since Omega got given her own holopad it was only right that himself and the others monitor any suspicious activities including who she messages. After all, it’s a big galaxy and she’s only young. So whenever she receives messages it goes to either one of the boys' own devices. This time, it just so happened to be his.

He was sitting in the cockpit on his own when he heard a ping and as he began to read whoever it was Omega was talking too, his cheeks grew very warm.

The two of you were gossiping about things and just having some ‘girly chat’ as Omega calls it since it’s just her and you being the only females but when he saw his name pop up he was anxious at first but then he realised he had nothing to worry about.

You’re telling Omega how you both met and that he was the most handsome man he had ever seen. Despite being part of a large Clone Army, he had always stood out before AND after the Citadel. To you, you told Omega that he has the kindest heart despite his grumpiness. He frowned that you said he was grumpy but who was he kidding?

Knowing this was the way you felt about him, he could honestly die happy.

He definitely would bring this up next time he sees you but for now, he will stop reading the messages and cherish them.

☾ Hunter

With both of you dating for a few months and happier than ever, you can’t help but quietly gush to Omega in the gunner's mount/her room.

He’s walking nearby but due to his senses he can hear the smallest of things, especially the sound of something that reminds him of a pair of giggling school girls.

“Do you not find him moody sometimes?” Omega asks you with a playful smirk.

You’re tucked uncomfortably agaisnt the windshield, legs pulled up to your chest as she sits on the seat in front of you.

He hears you laugh and he’s unsure if you’re nodding or shaking your head but he can tell by your tone that the answer could have been either.

“He’s… perfect. I’m really happy.” You sigh almost dreamily and Hunters heartbeat picks up rapidly.

Omega rolls her eyes in amusement but she was thrilled to see how happy you truly were.

He’s about to walk away, smiling to himself but then you carried on. You told her how he made you feel like the only girl in the world and how you loved the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he laughs. Most importantly to him, you felt safe and protected. All that he could want.

He’s tempted to announce his presence but to save your gorgeous blushing for just him, he will leave it for later.

☾ Wrecker

“Where’s my girl?” Crosshair looks up at Wrecker once he approaches him in the Marauder seeming to be looking out for his significant other.

“She’s outside by the lake.” He grumbles in reply and so that is where Wrecker looked.

When he does spot you, he’s about to call out to you with big waving hands but he stops when he hears you talking. Upon closer inspection, he hears you talk to an old friend from your home planet.

Wrecker is about to turn and leave you be but when he hears his name mentioned, his curiosity is piqued. He knows better than to listen in to your conversations but judging by the smile radiating off your face, it wasn’t anything bad.

“Wrecker took me out to dinner the other day.” You chime over your commlink to your friend, twirling a bracelet around on your wrist that he had gifted you the first month of you both dating.

He can’t hear what your friend was saying clearly but when you began to say that you were the happiest you had been in the longest time he was beyond giddy and almost had to swipe a tear away from his eye.

“He’s strong, always positive, a little loud but knows his limits…” you sigh, laying your back flat on the ground and gazing up at the blue sky. “Did I say he’s also unfathomably sexy too?” You giggle and before you could hear your friend reply a looming shadow casts over you and your eyes widen as Wrecker peers down at you with a wide grin.

“Wanna say that again?”

“W-Wrecker?” Your cheeks are burning and in a second you’re being lifted up and slung over a broad shoulder. You’re squealing and laughing and try to protest as he snatches your commlink and shouts down it.

“She’s a little busy right now! She’ll talk later!”

Oh, you were in for it.

☾ Tech

Despite the fact you two had been dating for a short while, Tech was never one to express his feelings emotionally. This also meant that you tried to keep your deep feelings for him at bay, not wanting to overstep.

But, you had to tell someone.

You ventured out into the village with Echo whilst he handled repairs back on the Havoc when his a transmission is being patched through. He mumbled something incoherent and slides out from under the control panel but his frown is soon replaced when he sees your name.

“May I be of your assistance?” He calls out but there’s no reply aside from some crackling and the sound of rustling. He signs and shakes his head. This isn’t the first time you had accidentally contacted him unknowingly with your device in your pocket and he had somewhat gave you a loving lecture about it.

His hand reaches to stop it but then he freezes at he hears his name being mentioned. It’s muffled and difficult to decipher and he knows he shouldn’t but he starts to adjust the frequency wave instead.

When it’s clear enough, he sits down and hunches forward with his hands clasped together, knee bouncing in slight angst. He knew he wasn’t the idea boyfriend and he just hoped his fears weren’t confirmed. To which, they indeed weren’t.

“…. I just feel alive when I’m with him.”

Echo is chuckling beside you, asking you about Tech and you and he had wished Echo would mind his own business nut at the same time… he’s interested in what else you had to say.

“I could listen to him for days, I look forward waking up and just being near Tech. True, I wish we would be more affectionate to each other but I don’t mind. I… I think I love him, y’know?”

Tech’s eyes widen at your admission and he feels like he could run outside the Havoc and scream his lungs out in pure happiness that he found someone who loves him.

He’s holding his breath, so tempted to try and grab your attention but why should he? You’ll be on your way back and he would be more than willing to give you his utmost attention

☾ Crosshair

“You’re with him?”

You’re at a bar and it was your turn to grab the next round of drinks for yourself and fellow Batchers. As you wait at the bar, a citizen came up to you, dripping in wealth and already tried to take a pass at you.

Thankfully, you were taken by none other than the Marksman himself.

When you told him that you were taken, he scoffed and asked for the whereabouts of said partner. So when you nod to the table of enhanced clones and point at the one with a face of thunder, he was bewildered.

“Yeah, what of it?” You bite back, not liking the snobbiness of his judging tone as he looked between the two of you. You don’t think Crosshair had noticed as he wasn’t looking at you and you were kind of glad at the matter. Last thing you needed was Crosshair to get agitated over some guy hitting on you.

The man didn’t know there was a fire of passion in you as you’re ready to defend Crosshair no matter what and he’s almost impressed. Until he smirks. “Is he a Clone?”

“Yes.” You bite on your tongue to refrain from just snapping at him and telling him to leave you alone but you didn’t want to cause a scene. So you bit down your anger until he says:

“Why have a Clone when you can have a rich and successful defence lawyer like me pretty lady?”

“Because unlike you, he doesn’t need body guards or anyone to serve for him hand and foot. Unlike you, I know that he will protect from anything and everything no matter the situation. You say you’re rich and successful yet here you are in one of the dingiest bars on the whole of Coruscant. To me, it looks like life isn’t treating you so ‘successfully’ as you said.”

He’s blinking rapidly, offended and has a growing anger brewing inside him but before he can retaliate, you lecture on.

“I don’t need a rich person. I don’t need money. What I need and what I have is someone I care about and vice versa. Now, please do me the honours of getting out of my face.”

Then, you turn back to do the bar and tjank the bartender as he hands you a tray of all the drinks you had ordered. When you turned back around, the man was gone. But, in the corner of your eye you see Crosshair.

He was on the other side of the bar, chewing on a toothpick and smirking gloriously at you. You’re flustered, a little embarrassed that he watched what happened. He approaches, takes the tray from your hands and places it back on the bar.

“You sure ripped him a new one.” He nods impressively, sliding his hand to your waist out of comfort and affection.

“Sorry you had to hear all that.”

“Don’t be. Made me feel…” he trails off, suddenly finding himself become a little shy but he swallows down his pride, “good. Great, in fact. I wanna hear you praise me like that again.” He grins and waggles his eyebrows playfully at you.

☾ Rex

Dating in the 501st was tough. Not only did he have to keep it on the low in fears of his Generals and other Jedi finding out but then there’s his brothers. The whole lot of them.

With constant teasing and relentless prying into his and your personal lives he’s half tempted to transfer to a different squad. Maybe the 212th would be less problematic…

“Go on, please tell us.”

He halts his stride around the hangar, his attention drawing on Kix and Jesse and more importantly, you.

He’s ready to walk over and ask what was going on as causally as he could but when he heard you mention his name, he halts and ducks behind some weapon crates and earwigs.

“Rex is sweet. I don’t know why you guys are asking me this.” You fold your arms over your chest. You both tried to keep your relationship private but some troopers are impossibly nosey and won’t stop pestering you. So obviosuly, they found out yous were dating.

“Because we wanna know why him, out of any of us handsome gentlemen?” Jesse smirks, clearly teasing but you did blush.

“He’s different.” You state.

“Why, because he’s blonde?” Kix laughs and you can only roll your eyes.

“Well, physically he has different attributes sure but he just understands me.”

Jesse smiles a little before beginning to tease you in a mock impression. “Lil lady’s in loooooove.”

“Maybe.”

Kix stops laughing and Jesse’s gaze is now more intense.

Rex however felt like he was about to pass out. There had been no ‘I love yous’ yet but to hear you tell his brothers that you may or may not be in love with him was making his heart soar. He’s grinning like a wild loth-cat and he feels his skin grow warm and tingly.

You then proceed to tell them about a sweet memory, how he quite literally swept you off your feet once when he bumped into you. “He said it was an accident but Fives told me otherwise. I think he may have wanted to talk to me for a while so Fives gave him that extra push.”

Rex sits and thinks back to that time, only a few months ago and he smiles fondly. He’ll always love Fives for that because that was the first time the two of you spoke and clearly hit it off ever since.

He watches you all part ways after you enthused more about him and the second he sees you alone, he is marching up to you. And right now, he didn’t care if anyone saw but he spun you to face him and before you could say his name, his lips descended upon yours.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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It’s Halloween in the states and thought I’d make a suggestion, if you’d like, of your choice in clone and their female partner partaking in spooky fun. Can be taking omega trick or treating, going to a party, or walking around in costumes. It’s up to you, so have fun if you decide you want to do it.

Happy Halloween and thanks for the request @gokyacetakal 🎃

Spooky Batchers

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batchers X F!Reader

You spend Halloween with your significant other.

warnings: SFW, a little suggestive if you squint, not proof read.

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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

🎃Echo

Echo was intrigued about this ���Halloween’ you could not stop blabbering about. You kept telling him and the others how it was a fun tradition back on your home planet and were eager to share the holiday with them.

Truthfully, he was not particularly interested in taking part. He certainly did not want to dress up and would have a little moan about it but if it was to please you? He would consider wearing matching outfits. As long as he still looked handsome, he did not mind.

You knew he didn’t want to dress up or go ‘trick or treating’ since he was now ‘too old’ as he said, but as you began talking to him about other activities he seemed happy enough to comply. 

So, instead of going all out you did your research and found that a restaurant was doing  ‘Halloween Specials’ back home. Since you both had some downtime, you both travelled there together and thought it was the perfect time to not only get some alone time with Echo but to enjoy some chocolate delicacies shaped like alien fingers or mantel mixed disguised as little brains. 

The drinks came in little black cauldrons with smoke blowing out the top and you were happy to see that Echo seemed to be enjoying himself. After all, he had you to share it with. 

What Echo didn’t know however is that before you went out, you painted some bat wings onto the back of his armour just to ‘spruce it up a little’.

🎃Hunter

“Well… alright. But I’m not dressing up.” It took little convincing from Omega to ask you both to take her Trick or Treating. You were happy to tag along and would happily let Omega experiment with spooky makeup on you but Hunter was less than inclined.

“Perfect! I know what I’m going as and I know what you two can be!” Omega cheers and begins to prepare everything even though it’s two rotations away.

You smiled as you watched her leave and turn to Hunter who was smirking at you. “Didn’t take you for one dressing up.”

Your boyfriend takes a step closer to you, hands landing on your waiting and bringing you flush to his chest. “Oh really? I think you’re forgetting about last year.” In an instant, his cheeks flush red and even gulps a little at the fond memory of that little naughty outfit you wore. 

“Huh, don’t think I remember? Maybe you should jog my memory again this year?” He teases although there is a silent plea in his words. 

“You don’t remember my red devil outfit? Can’t have had a lasting impression it seems.” You sigh with mock disappointment, pouting your lips which Hunter wasted no time in kissing.

His hands squeeze at your waist gently, cocking his head a little to the side. “Or maybe it was so perfectI must have fainted at your beauty?” He tries to sweet talk you but you merely laugh at him and you slide his wandering hands away from your body and turn on your heel. 

“Don’t worry cyare, it’s a good job this year. I have a little medic outfit to wear for you this time round.” 

You wish you saw his face at your words but as soon as you two get some time alone on Halloween evening, you’ll see plenty of each other then. But for now, you need to talk face painting with Omega.

🎃Wrecker

He loves it. Thinks it's the best thing since Mantel Mix and complained that it wasn’t a monthly occasion.

You let him decide what the pair of you should do so it’s no surprise that he has dragged you to a Halloween Festival. From apple-bobbing to miniature haunted houses, the two of you had a blast. 

He was disappointed that Tech would’t let him use any oil to use as face-paint which was why has very eager to have both of you find a booth and get your faces painted. You went for a subtle skeleton look whereas Wrecker had his whole face painted bright orange with triangle black eyes and a jagged mouth for a pumpkin. 

The pair of you did every activity at the festival possible and although you were relevant about going into a corn maze where you knew scare actors would pop out at any chance, you knew Wrecker would be your knight in shining armour… or soldier with a pumpkin face.

By the end of the night, the pair of you are comatosed from all the savoury and sweet goods you both devoured. Every stall you both saw something delicious such as toffee apples, plenty of sweets and warm drinks for the cold night. 

“You ready to call it a night, mesh’la?” He asks, one arm over your shoulder whilst the other wielded a cushioned weapon which he won at a game.

You yawn tiredly and nod your head. “Yeah. Happy Halloween Wrecker.” You turn your head to him and purse your lips and he welcomes your kiss with one of his own.

🎃Crosshair

This man did not care. He didn't care for dressing up or eating so much sweets and candy one would throw up. What he did care about however was satisfying you.

Despite not wanting to do any of the Halloween traditions, he wanted to do at least something with you so the pair of you decided to do a corn maze. However, always the rebel, he wanted to go when nobody else was there in the middle of the night.

Of course you were anxious about being caught basically trespassing but it wasn’t as if you were violating anything. Supposedly it would be scary getting caught but kind of worth it in the end.

Both hopping over the fence, Crosshair caught you as you both landed inside the maze. He had brought a torch with him and was already smirking seeing how scared you looked.

“What’s the matter princess? Spooked already?” He taunted in a deep and put on gravelly tone causing you to slap his arm playfully.

“Shut up. I’m not scared… just cold.” You mumble but you were unconvinced yourself.

“I told you to bring a jacket but as usual, you don't listen to me.”

“I do listen to you!” You protest with a small laugh as the two of you begin your wander through the labyrinth of corn. You both only started dating recently so it was nice to get some alone time with the Marksman and by the way his hand rested on your lower, you know he felt the same. There were never moments of peace together so this was pretty much a perfect time. Despite that it was cold, a little spooky and Halloween.

With every soft howl of wind you would find yourself cowering into Crosshair who welcomed your closeness with a little laugh. “Scared of a little wind?” He muses and you sneer at him and shake your head.

“For the second time, I am not scared! Just anxious incase we get caught.”

“Nobody is going to be patrolling some corn at this time, relax baby.” He tells you comfortingly and you melt at his words. He refrains from being affectionate in front of his brothers and Omega so if he is alone with you, he likes to squeeze in any words of affirmation or pet names he can without dealing with any teasing.

You both pause for a little breather, the maze never seeming to end which is why you tutted at him for not coming during the day when there were assistants and maps available.

Again you shudder and you do regret not bringing a jacket but atleast Crosshair had an idea and steps closer to you and pulls you into his chest in a warm embrace. His hands run up and down your back and you’re sighing softly at his touch which makes him smirk. “Getting warmer?”

“A little, thanks Cross.” You look up at him through your lashes and he takes the opportunity of solitude by capturing your lips into a slow and meaningful kiss. Whilst your hands wrap around the back of his neck and ever so slightly stand on the tips of your toes, you moan ever so softly into him as you both embrace but then you hear rustling.

“What was that?” You squeaked, pulling back for a moment and looking around in the dark. Crosshair rolled his eyes and tilted your head back to him and moved his lips back to yours.

“Probably the wind again.” He sighs against your lips but another noise is heard and even he pulls back this time to the sound of a branch snapping.

You both look at each other and Crosshair tucks you behind his back protectively and pulls out a blaster just in case it’s something not so friendly.

You’re both standing still, listening out but nothing else comes. “Maybe we should get going.” Crosshair grunts, fingers strumming along his blaster somewhat nervously and you can’t help the smirk that grows on your lips.

“Scared, Crosshair?”

“Shut up.”

🎃Tech

The only thing Tech is mildly interested in when it comes to Halloween is watching movies with you despite how terrible they may be.

You however hate horror movies but since it was Halloween, it’s only fitting that you put one on and maybe cuddle up to Tech if things get too scary.

You’re both sitting in your bunk and you’ve propped your holopad up and grabbed some blankets for the pair of you and pressed play.

As much as you loved Tech, watching films with him was a challenge by itself. Throughout he would give critiques on how unrealistic it was to die to a certain wound or the impracticality of the victim tripping over everything whilst escaping. A part of you wanted to tell him to zip it but hearing him say how unrealistic it was made you feel safer in some sense.

When a jumpscare does come up, you would squeal and tuck yourself away into his shoulder. He’s surprised at your reaction but he felt a sense of pride and manliness that you would find safety in him. He would push his chest out and protectively wrap and arm around you before saying, “It is all okay darling. A rampaging, murdering killer who has been resurrected from an ancient burial site from a thousand years ago is not real and will not hurt you.”

You try not to laugh because you know he’s only trying to comfort you but it was a little funny. Throughout the movie your hands would subtly trail underneath the blankets, caressing his sides ever so softly and you could hear his shuddering breath when you hit a good spot. You’d also lean into him more and he tries not to react when he feels your breasts against his chest and keeps his hands as still as possible on your hip.

“P-perhaps after this movie you would like to indulge in some cuddling, as you call it?”

You’ve only been dating for around a month and he’s still a little timid when it comes to showing affection. Therefore hearing he wants to cuddle with you this Halloween was all the comfort you needed to escape the horrors of the Galaxy.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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Hey love! Wanted to pop in and say I fucking love the shit you post, it gives me life honestly even when everything is rough rn. But I wanted to ask how our beloved batches react and or join in to their SO who is a dancer. But instead it’s a different style for each such as Tango for sweetly techy, ballet for Crosshair, Pop/Hiphop for Hunter, 1950s (correct me if I’m wrong) swinging for wrecker, and jazz for echo. I’d just die from having a SO who is a dancer since I myself can no longer do it to medical stuff, but once again I love you and I hope to see more of your work! MUCH LOVE ❤️

Thanks you for the request and kind words. So sorry this has took forever! It’s been lost in my drafts ☹️♥️ enjoy @nativeomega369

Dancing Shoes

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

You were a dancer before you met your significant other and you were eager to show them exactly what you can do.

warnings: none, fluffy goodness

A/N - I am in no way shape or form a dancer so please don’t be an arse if I don’t know all the technical terms to some dances. I’m allowing my love of Strictly Come Dancing to give me ideas.

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🪩 Echo

Jazz

When he first ever saw you perform he was enamoured and fell hard and fast.

You were a show performer at one of the Jazz themed bars they have on coruscant and one of the main leading dancers.

From the way your expressions shifted with every move, how you could elegantly yet powerfully walk with your shoulders rolled back… it was magnificent for him and he had to ask you out.

Unfortunately due to his accident, his confidence dwindled. Often he would have joined in dancing with you when you were both alone years ago and he actually became rather good at dancing. For now however, he was just fine watching you with a satisfied grin on his face.

“You’re amazing, mesh’la.”

You’re hoping one day he will dance with you again.

🪩 Hunter

Hip Hop

When you first approached Hunter about incorporating dance into his fitness regimes he thought you were joking. However when one day you brought out a radio Tech created and played some lively hip hop music he realised how little you were joking.

“I don’t dance.” He tells you with his arms crossed and you can only grin and shake your head at him at how easy it is for him to dismiss ideas.

“Well it’s a good job I used to. Watch me and just copy.” So he takes a step back and watches you. Admittedly, he thought you were going to make a fool out of yourself. Since you were not very hand-eye coordinated and had walked into too many walls to count, he was expecting a disaster.

How wrong he was.

Your body was locking in places he didn’t know you could lock, he watched in sheer amazement as you managed to (on beat to the music as well) roll up into a one handed handstand. All the while you looked so good doing it. Once the song ended, you turned to him to see his mouth hanging wide open and stuttering over his words.

Eventually he managed to say, “I didn’t know you could move like that.” He gapes at you, watching you brush the sweat off your brow and he could hear how fast your heart had accelerated.

“I’m a little rusty but I feel so pumped! You sure you don’t want to try and dance with me?”

After what he witnessed and very doubtful he could be as good as you, he saw the benefits and joy in it so from then on merged some hiphop dancing with you into his morning workouts.

🪩 Wrecker

Swing

It was such a joy for you when Wrecker said he wanted to try and learn dancing with you. He knew you could dance and had seen you dance with your dance partner back on your home planet so he wanted more than anything to learn with you.

He told you that ‘since you’re coming with us, I don’t want you to stop dancing forever!’

As Wrecker was a gentle giant, with you anyway, it was not really a surprise that he was considerably flat footed and would stomp his feet when he danced. He would grumble how he didn’t know the difference between a rock step and a triple step and would curse at himself when giving you the wrong hand. But you never complained. You were just lucky to have someone dance swing with you.

He was eager to try and do some lifts with you but you had a feeling it was to show off his strength more than anything. You felt safe with him, of course, but you certainly would not attempt these lifts in front of others as it could be dangerous and very embarrassing if he were to drop you.

His favourite dance move was doing a back to back lift/flip with you. There was something fun in him being able to lift you backwards and flip you over his head carelessly because he knew you would be able to make it look good and it wasn’t majorly dangerous.

🪩 Crosshair

Ballet

He’s not a dancer and did not care for it. Until he met you.

Crosshair never knew you could dance until he walked in on you with a pair of headphones on doing the most mystical looking spins and elegant jumps he had ever seen. At the time you weren’t dating so he teased you a little for ‘prancing around’ but he had secretly hoped he would walk in on you dancing again.

When you did start dating you did ask Crosshair if he would ever do Ballet with you and he practically scoffed in your face. Whilst your face dropped he panicked at how rude he was and apologised. “I’m sorry cyare, it’s just not something I would be interested in.”

It did sting a little and thought it was a shame since Crosshair had the perfect lean and tall physique for a ballet dancer. But, you never stopped from doing your love of dance. After all, you had trained on your home planet for years and years. Why stop now?

One evening you’re all staying in a rather luxurious hotel on Naboo thanks to a mission going amazingly well and you were in awe to see that it had a theatre room with a large stage where they would sometimes put on shows.

Now, you’re a mischievous one and snuck out of yours and Cross’ room that night and swiped up your ballet slippers and clothes and headed straight to the stage.

Crosshair had stirred awake once he heard the door close to the room and he waited a few minutes before following after you, curious as to where you were going.

He pauses outside the door to the theatre room once he hears classical music playing from within. He had not seen you dance since he walked in on you that one time months ago so was more than eager not to get caught.

As he watches you once he sneaks in, he’s in awe. If he is to be honest as well, he is quite emotional.

You looked so elegant that you made every move so effortlessly. Although he didn’t want to take part in it he had heard you talk about different positions such as pirouettes and arabesques. He thought they sounded silly but he didn’t realise how difficult they looked either. The sheer strength in your core and feet were second to one and once the music ended and you stopped, he made his presence known by clapping aloud.

You’re startled and almost horrified until you realised it was Crosshair who had been watching you from the back.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

🪩 Tech

Tango

“What are you watching, darling? Is that you?” Tech didn’t mean to pry into your personal space but when he sees you watching a dance clip on your holopad and sees you, he’s widely curious.

You smile and nod. “It is. I used to dance back home.”

“I was not aware you were a dancer. A seemingly good one at that.” He compliments, pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose as he leans over your shoulder to watch.

“Thanks Tech. I miss it.”

He raised a brow at you. “Why do you not continue?”

“Nobody to dance with. The Tango isn’t so great to dance if there’s only one of you.” You sigh, clicking off the video and placing it back on the control panel before standing. “Anyway, I’m too busy looking after you lot.”

Tech watches you leave and in an instant hatches up a plan to make sure you continue to do the thing you love.

When you’re about to head out for a mission, Hunter pulls you aside and tells you that you and Tech need to do repairs to the ship.

“But we did it yesterday? What could have possibly been broken now?” You frown, crossing your arms.

“The uh, hyperdrive is faulty. We’ll be back soon anyway.” He tells you and by his tone you know he’s up to something.

So, you let him go and join Tech up in the cockpit once called for help.

What you weren’t expecting however was to see him suited up and had a hand outstretched to you. You’re almost shocked for words.

“W-what are you doing?” You question with slightly wide eyes.

“I am hoping you will accompany me while dancing the Tango with me. Albeit I’ll need some lessons and advice on how to perform. Research has left me confused as there appears to be more than one type of dance.” He explains and you’re almost overcome with emotion.

Gladly, you take his hand. “You want to dance with me?”

“I don’t see why not? I am interested in your hobbies just as much as you are in mine.” He grins, pulling you close and straightens his posture. After all, he did his research. “So, where do we begin?”

You’re surprised to say the least but pleasantly. Alas, you put him in the correct hold and for some reason being pressed to him sent chills up and down your arms. You never thought this would interest him so you were happy to see him take note of your words and move with you.

With a renowned new power and stride, Tech felt his confidence increase with every step and once you applied music to the lesson, he only realised how sensual the dance was as well.

He couldn’t help but gaze at your face, so strong and powerful looking that it was extremely attractive. You allowed him to caress your body, his breathing getting a little ragged as you both expressed your seeming emotions in synchronised movements.

As the music descends to its finish, your arched your back and elongated your straight leg back as Tech kept a protective hold onto you.

“You’re a good teacher, darling.” He says breathlessly, pulling you back flush to him and you peck him on the lips, grateful.

“And I have a mighty good student.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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I have a soft request for you for whoever you feel like writing at the moment! [insert character] falls (down the stairs, trips, stumbles etc) and makes a falling for you joke to reader. Love seeing your stuff on my dash and I hope you’re having a wonderful day! ❤️

Falling for You

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

Little HC based on this request for the lovely @amyroswell. Couldn’t decide on one boy as all the boys deserve loving

warnings: none, pure fluff and corny jokes. Mentions of embarrassment from the boys, maybe a kissy wissy

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

☾ Echo

As you and Echo were making small talk and walking down a few steps, Echo made the fatal error of tripping over his own two feet. Right in front of you.

Whenever the two of you just talked, his mind seemed to travel elsewhere. He was always so enraptured when he spoke to you that it felt like he had no control over his body. Clearly, this was one of those times.

You watch him stumble, your arms outstretching to try and grab a hold of him but he just slipped through your grasp and fell right on his arse.

“Kriff, Echo.” You quickly move beside him and already start to tuck your hand under his arm to help hoist him back to his feet. “You alright? Did you slip?”

Echo was pink in the cheeks, clearly embarrassed. Yet, you showed worry. It was only three steps he managed to fall down and it didn’t hurt at all but you didn’t laugh at him.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” He accepts your help and stands to his feet and takes a look at his hand. Small stones and pebbles had scraped at his hand from when he tried to stop himself from sliding down anymore steps.

You noticed immediately and had no hesitation of taking his hand and starting to gently brush the remaining rubble out of his palm. “Let me help you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” He helplessly blushes as he watches your soft fingers trace over his skin. If Fives could see him now…

“No, but I want to.” You mutter in concentration, not looking up to meet his soft gaze that you knew he had on you.

“Maybe I…” he started speaking a minute or so later, not sure where this sudden bolt of courage came from, “maybe I stumbled because I’m falling for you.” He coughs awkwardly, grimacing internally that he knew deep down he could have worded it better. Or said something else completely different.

This time you look at him, a warm yet knowing smile on your lips. “I thought as much.”

☾ Hunter

“How…many…more…steps….?” Clutching your hips, you gasped for breath as you tried your best to chase after Hunter.

Deciding to go on a cardio exercise with Hunter was starting to fill you with regret. You were sweaty, breathless and been running on a stitch for the last hour and now he wants to run up a huge flight of stairs.

The Clone stops and turns to face you with a smug expression, sweat glistening his brow. “Can’t keep up, babes?”

“Shut it.” You mutter, glad that your face was already red to hide your blush. This flirting between the two of you had been going on for a while and at first you thought it was funny but these one-to-one sessions he’s been dragging you out on makes you think that it could be more than that. Not that you were complaining about a tattooed handsome Sergeant calling you pet names and wanting time with you. Just you.

You shake the thought out of your mind and begin stretching out for a moment, catching your breath.

Hunter watches you, a small smile on his lips but that smile soon fades as he watches you grab your canteen of water and douse it over your head. Mixed in with your sweat, the water seeps on your white training top which now left little to the imagination.

You shake the droplets from your hair and pause to see his gaze on you. “What? See something you like?” You tease him, not missing the way his eyes glance quickly to your torso and then back up at you.

“Well actually,” he clears his throat and prepares himself to actually admit that he does indeed like what he sees, he steps down to your level but curses as he slips on the water that now soaked the steps and falls onto his back.

Your hand flies to your mouth, stifling the small giggle threatening to spill. “You were saying?” You smirk.

Hunter looks up at you and narrows his eyes mischievously. “Funnily enough I was going to admit that I’ve fallen for you.” Your laughing subsided and you look at him with wide eyes and before you could react to his admission, he swiped at yours legs too, making you tumble. Right on top of him.

His arms wrap around you securely, keeping you flushed to his chest and your face just inches away from his. He watches you with a flirtatious glance on his face. “Looks like you’ve fallen for me too.”

“A-are you going to kiss me?”

“Absolutely.”

☾ Wrecker

When Wrecker had finally told you he had feelings for you, you didn’t expect it the way it happened.

You were both alone in the ship and Wrecker wanted to make some improvements to Omega's room/gunners mount. You left him to hang up a poster she purchased from the city you were staying in and you were just answering a transmission from Hunter about their ETA back to the ship when you heard a loud bang cone from behind you.

You dropped what you were doing immediately and dashed across the ship to see that Wrecker had fallen down the ladder and was spread on the floor rubbing his head. Not a good sign.

“Wrecker? You alright?” You dropped to his side, helping him sit up. Your hands reach to his head, fingers tracing over his skin.

“Ah, I’m fine. Just hit my head.” He does wince a little but finds his skin going warm where your fingers touched him.

You couldn’t help but think back to the times he would hit his head continuously that certainly triggered his inhibitor chip at the time and you were more than grateful it was not gone. Still, you couldn’t help but worry. “You sure?”

“Trust me cyare. I’m okay.”

“You know I don’t know what that means.” You roll your eyes playfully, watching him stand and immediately pulling you to your full height too.

Wrecker stumbles a little as he stands, leaning against the ship wall to gain his balance back and let out a small laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” With a quizzing gaze, you stare at Wrecker who starts to smile broadly.

“Looks like I fell for you.” There was a hint of red at the tips of his ears, despite the scarring on one of them.

Laughing a little too, you tried to hide your blush by turning a little away from him. “I wasn’t even in the same room as you.” You try to shrug off his words, though you’d like it to be very true.

Gently, a hand touches your shoulder and you spin back to face him. Even in the dim lights of the Marauder Wrecker truly was handsome. “I didn’t have to be in the same room.”

His hand moved to your cheek and you felt your world start to spin. “Have you hit your head too hard?”

“Nah.” He laughs, shaking his head. As his thumb trails along your cheek, you could feel yourself melt into his touch. You even became unaware of how he leaned down to your height, his warm breath fanning against your lips.

“Wrecker-.”

“Just say it back.” For someone so loud, his whispers were so silent. “Say you’ve fallen for me too.”

Oh you had… a long time ago.

☾ Crosshair

Crosshair, the ever so arrogant jerk he can be sometimes, was doing his utmost to brag about his training at a new training facility in Tipoca City. All this big talk about how he cleared a row of droids with a single shot and how he was the only one to take down the towers was starting to grate on you.

“For someone who doesn’t like to talk, you sure like to show off in front of me.” You note and it was far from a lie either. He only bragged whenever he was near you which could only make you think that he was trying to impress a certain somebody. Hint hint.

“Not showin’ off.” He snarls at you but you only smirked to yourself as he instantly quietened down and the pair of you started to walk down a flight of stark white switchback stairs in a stairwell.

Neither of you knew how it happened but you were halfway down the stairs when you heard a thumping noise behind you. Stunned by the sudden noise, you turned to see that Crosshair, the Crosshair, had fallen forward right by your feet.

You hear him groan, pushing himself back up but when he looks at you and sees your face…

Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.

“Aw, you falling for me Crosshair?”

He grumbles something incoherent, scrambling to his feet before almost racing down the stairs with you hot on his tail. “Come on Cross! You may as well admit it now!” You lean over the railing to see him marching down the stairwell, face burning red. You're laughing now, whole-heartedly, finding it hilarious that he was sulking this bad and after all, he didn’t exactly disagree.

You continue the chase down until you reach the bottom but he was nowhere to be seen. You huff, chuckling to yourself and get ready to leave until a hand clasps your shoulder and you’re pushed up against the side of the stairs.

“Cross?” You squeak in surprise, eyes widening as you analyse the Snipers expression.

“Y’know, maybe you’re right.” He drawls, eyes narrowing as he steps even closer. Placing one hand on the surface beside you, enclosing you in.

Your stomach flutters as he clouds your senses completely that your mind fogs and you lose all sense of what he was talking about. “About what?”

Noticing your expression, a smirk grows and he leans in close until his lips graze the lobe of your ear. “Can’t remember?”

His sultry-toned voice sent shivers down your spine and a pathetic noise came out of your mouth followed by a shake of your head.

He pulls back, gazing what you can only describe as longingly into your eyes. “No? Let me remind you then.”

His lips fall down to yours. Not at all harsh but instead soft, delicious and warm.

Pulling back, he smiles coyly at your dazed reaction and is completely satisfied. “I have fallen for you…but who could blame me?”

☾ Tech

“Were you aware that there are approximately over five thousands steps on this spiral staircase alone? There is an additional amount of other stairs in this establishment but this grand staircase clearly is the standout. The locals wanted this palace to be much taller but due to their unpredictable weather patterns it was too high risk…”

Working with Tech was always a treat in your mind. Not only did you start to find him easy on the eye over the last few months but there was definitely a certain spark between the two of you. You never got bored of his ramblings and found most of the things he had to say interesting; just like now.

“Well I’m glad to be walking down them rather than up. Thank the Maker for lifts.” You laugh lightly after he finishes his not-so but also casual ramblings. Not so because others would’ve silenced him by now but causal to you because that’s Tech.

For a moment, you found yourself pausing and casting a gaze upward to see the glass paned ceiling and smiling in amazement as the sun danced among the different colours of glass.

Tech watches you, finding himself smiling purely at the sight of you taking in the sights. Finally, he had met someone who noticed the little things in life like he did. Unfortunately, that meant he also didn’t see where he was going or more importantly - stepping.

You heard his sudden gasp and your head snapped in his direction to see him stumbling on the steps and you wasted no time in grabbing him steady. After all, there were five thousand steps he could’ve spiralled down.

“You alright?” Your hold on him tightens a little and you spot his cheeks starting flame red out of almost sheer embarrassment.

“Quite alright, thank you. That would have been a nasty fall.” He collects himself, standing straight and trying to avoid your gaze at all costs. He would never admit that he almost fell because of you… or could he?

“You’re telling me.” You lighten the mood with a short chuckle. “Like I said, I’m glad we’re going down. I wouldn’t have wanted to haul you up these stairs.”

Tech hums in amusement but slowly starts to realise that you were still holding onto him and had not let him go. Not that he was complaining.

You noticed him look to his arm and then to you and that’s when you started to feel a tingle of warmth shoot throughout your body. “Sorry. I, uh…”

He misses the warmth of your hand straight away when you pull away, both standing in a small silence in the middle of some stairs at what just occurred. He’s thinking, thinking hard to pluck up some conversation to subside this tension or even start to move again but his brain and feet didn’t want to work and neither did any of yours.

“Are you two just going to gawk at one another or move?”

The both of you jump, startled at the appearance and sound of a shrill voiced random citizen joining you both on the stairs behind you.

You’re both mumbling apology’s and trying to move aside to let the person past. In doing so, Tech had stepped closer to you facing straight on which caused you to back into the wall with him very close to being pressed against you. You’re blushing furiously at this point, looking down at your shoes to hide.

Tech could have easily just stepped in front and to the side but no, he had fumbled about carelessly and done the least logical thing of encasing against you. The staircase is big for two, but definitely not three.

The person passed eventually with an aggravated sigh which left you two alone once more.

Slowly, he turns his head to you and notices your shy reaction. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t out of embarrassment.

“I need to ask, do you mind me being this close to you?” He questions but makes no movement away and that’s when you look up, a sheepish smile on your lips as you shake your head.

“No,” you say almost shakily, “I don’t mind being this close.”

The clone smiles, tips of his ears burning a little and makes the bold move of placing his hands to your waist but very timidly. “I have missed an opportunity.” He speaks up after a moment and you raise a brow.

“Which is?” You find your voice again, trying not to faint over the touch he has on you.

“When I stumbled. You should have let me fall completely and therefore I could have said something impossibly cliché such as ‘I have fallen for you’.”

Eyes widening a little, a laugh escapes your throat and you shake your head dismissively at him. “Tech… if I had let you fall you could have broken your neck. Or died.”

“I’m aware but my exclamation would still stand. That I have…” he trails off, gulping a little until he finishes off with, “fallen for you.”

Your heart beats wildly, a grin plastering on your face and you couldn’t help yourself when you leaned just an inch forward and captured his lips against your own.

He sighs against you, enveloping you in a embrace he had waited a while for but that’s all interrupted when a shrill voice from below the stairs cries out:

“NO KISSING ON THE STAIRS!”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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Hello! I have a request on how the bad batch or anyone you decide celebrates/spend their day on Valentines Day with their s/o ❤ could be sfw or nsfw :)

have a great day hun <3

Cute! Have a lovely day

Happy Valentine’s Day ❤️‍🔥

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All the Bad Batch X GN!Reader

♡ Tech

Tech was well aware of the festival that was Valentine’s Day but only due to you telling him about it from your home planet.

The only issue is that he wasn’t particularly the most romantic person ever. But, he made the exception for you.

Making sure there was enough downtime for you to spend quality time together, Tech would take you to a large exhibit/museum to look at wild creatures and plants of whatever planet you resided on. After all, you both bonded over your love for nature.

He would hold your hand all the time, the rare occasion he’d let go if he believed one of the facts boards were incorrect and wanted to correct it for the benefit for you.

As you’d both stop to admire something, he would sneak a kiss to your cheek as he wasn’t one for PDA.

Being with you was a gift for him anyway

(He never thought he’d meet someone on his wavelength and physically melts every time you give him a kiss)

but he would definitely go out of his way to make you something rather than buy you something.

Whether it be a book on the corrections he made about the exhibit or an alteration to your gear if you wore any - the effort was definitely there and it made you warm and fuzzy inside.

He’d finish the night with the two of you going for a walk, bringing a slightly expensive alcoholic beverage for you both if you liked that.

Finding somewhere to chill, you’d both share the bottle and end the night with peppering kisses over one another

Tech couldn’t wait for the next Valentine’s Day.

♡Hunter

Hunter definitely didn’t mind celebrating Valentine’s Day with his soulmate.

Although it was you who initially told him about it, it’s Hunter who plans out the day with you having no input on it whatsoever.

It was a good job you liked surprises.

Hunter would wine and dine you first of all. Finding a suitable restaurant for you both, making sure it had a variety of different foods that you loved.

Even if he didn’t like any of the food incase it played with his heightened senses, seeing you happy was all that mattered.

For a gift, he would go the old traditional route and get you a necklace/bracelet with the date you both started dating carved onto it which he did with his knife.

He would gift it to you in the middle of the meal, presenting the box to you and watch with a smug smile as your cheeks burned a deep shade of red. No matter what gift you got him, he’d love it.

In the evening, Hunter would just want to relax.

Being surrounded by lovesick couples who were constantly giggling and exclaiming there love for one another stimulated his hearing and that’s all he could hear most of the time. So, he just wanted to be somewhere quiet to express his affection to you without disturbance.

Sure, his ship wasn’t the most romantic places in the world but his bunk just so happened to be the place where he asked you to be his.

So as your both cuddling, you twirling the necklace/bracelet around in your fingers, Hunter would whisper words of gentle affirmation to you

Let’s just say, it may get heated a little more during the night.

♡ Wrecker

A day devoted to love? cuddling? kissing? sharing gifts? oh wrecker would be soooo into it.

In fact, when you first told him off Valentine’s Day he was completely baffled but a grin broke o to his face when he asked if he could share Valentine’s Day with you.

(like you would not have it any other way)

His perfect idea of a romantic day? Theme Park/Festival.

Luckily for him and yourself, there just so happened to be one happening on the planet you were on and so he took the shot to grab you both some tickets (the others came too but went their separate ways) and had a blast!

Wrecker would see those stalls where you’d have to shoot down as many little targets as he could. You told him to be cautious and that things like this can often be rigged so when he lost not only the first but the third time, he threw a little strip and moved onto a different stall.

Wrecker would not stop until he manages to win you the biggest cuddly toy he could. Something that was atleast his size.

When he finally won, he cheered and so did you but became a little bit frazzled as he plops the huge soft you into your arms, completely swamping you.

Wrecker couldn’t even see you.

“See! Now you can cuddle this when I’m away on missions and you’re missin’ me!”

You two would most likely be the last people to leave the place.

Both of you would be scranning delicious tooth-rotting foods and going on all the rides that allowed you to set your stuffed toy on a different seat too.

On the way back to the ship and if you complained your feet were hurting, Wrecker would scoop you into his arms, tells you he loves you more than anything in the galaxy and holds you close until you drift off to sleep in his arms

It was his favourite day.

♡ Crosshair

Initially Crosshair thought it was one of the stupidest things he had ever heard people celebrate.

He said aloud ‘why would we need to celebrate a day to show we have feelings for one another’

And by the slight pout on your lips and puppy-dog eyes, Crosshair sighed, feeling a little bad about his initial thoughts.

He’s not romantic and the thought of showing his feelings often scares him. It wasn’t until he met you that he showed his slight gentler side but he still wasn’t one for fancy romantic gestures.

He woke up to you in his arms and placed a little kiss to your head.

“What’s the occasion?” You grumble in your sleep, the cute motion a little different.

“It’s that Valentine’s Day you were going on about.”

He slipped out from your shared bunk and went into the main hull of the ship, not sure what he could do then so settled on making you some caf and giving you his ration bar that morning.

Like I said, he’s not romantic.

It was you who suggested going for a walk to spend your day and Crosshair couldn’t be happy. He didn’t want to surround himself with other couples as they’d all have the same ideas of going to cafes/bars.

Plus, it was rare you two had any alone time.

He’d allow you to loop your arm through his, his long legs that often had you scrambling after him had slowed to your pace as you both embraced the day.

He didn’t tell you but he also brought snacks for the journey so when he pulled out your favourite sweet treat you gleamed with happiness.

But, he wouldn’t give it you so would tap his lips as a direct suggestion and you were more than happy to kiss your brooding sniper.

Walking through meadows, Crosshair would let you free to embrace the nature but would scoop a handful of wild flowers, tying the stems together and holding them behind his back until he walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

Blushing, you took the flowers from his hand and thanked him with a kiss to his cheek.

In the evening, star-gazing was what you did. You did walk back to the ship but stayed a little ways away to do it. You laid against him, both of you taking in the stars that presented itself to you but it wasn’t long until his hands were on your waist, lips on yours.

He even told you he loved you for the first time that day.

♡ Echo

Since his accident, Echo’s hopes of romance had vanished.

Until he met you.

You came into his life and Echo was smitten.

He treated you with nothing but love and respect everyday so Valentine’s Day wasn’t so much different but he did feel the pressure.

He spent the night before researching ideas and what you both could do as a couple on the planet.

He would wake you up the next day with a kiss to your forehead and a cup of steaming caf.

“Morning mesh’la. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He told you that he wanted to take you out for a picnic, seeing that the weather was nice and he knew just the spot.

So, packing your essentials the pair of you ventured out and led you to an area with surrounding waterfalls and stunning large trees that created a perfect canopy above you both.

With views as astonishing as this, Echo who usually got a little bashful when giving and receiving compliments tells you that he thought the view was pretty but you were prettier.

With food and drink in your belly’s, Echo surprised you as he brought out a portable speaker and played some slow music in the background.

An idea popped into your mind and you jump to your feet, reach out your hand and ask Echo to dance with you. He had a face of nervousness and amusement but never wanted to let you down.

With slight reluctance, he takes you into his arms as the two of you began to sway to the music - not seeming to care about the sun setting and Hunter asking you both back to the ship.

Echo gifted you with a book - something you had your eye on for a while whilst searching through the villages on each planet you land on but could never find.

Shocked and stunned, all you could do was wrap your arms around the back of his neck and embrace him into a king and slow, passionate kiss.

Echo fell in love with you all over again that day.

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I have a request if you don’t mind. Can be female or neutral, you can give them a name if you want I don’t care so long as you have fun. The request is this. How about Wrecker and S/O’s first kiss? Maybe something spontaneous like one gets mad at the other and it happens or it’s a kiss from relief that they’re not dead. Something like that. I just think it’d be fun to see wrecker as something other than goofy sweet guy.

Of course I don’t mind @gokyacetakal Wrecker needs some loving🤍 I’ll do GN if that’s okay with you 💓💓 and oh look! The perfect gif doesn’t exist-

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About Time

Wrecker X GNeutral!Reader

word count: 1.6k

After you go missing in action, Wrecker has no other option than to worry. His constant pacing, constant nagging to his brothers on your whereabouts was taking its toll on him until he sees you again and feelings are shared.

warnings: little angsty, injured reader, Wrecker being a little anxious/nervous, small mention of blood but nothing gory. Fluff at the end.

tags: @mustluvgd @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @sw-ff @ladykatakuri @itsjml @justalittlecloud @captxin-rex @cwarssimp @kryptoknight123 @milktealorian @kriffclone @kratosfan6632466 @gokyacetakal

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“Wrecker, moping around the ship all day won’t get them back. Now help Tech fix the ship.”

The orders what came from Hunter almost made Wrecker snap in that moment. All he could think about was you.

It was such a simple mission, a simple mission where all they had to do was sneak into a relatively small, or so they thought, base and extract some data without alerting the enemy.

Little did they know is that they had managed to sprung themselves straight into a trap causing detonators to erupt and the whole base start to collapse from beneath them. They were so close to escaping when your foot got caught within some rubble, causing you to stumble and fall. You called out to your teammates, leg trapped but your voice was drowned out by the rumbling of the base. You tried your comm but as you glanced at your wrist, it had been crushed from the impact as you hit the floor. “Dank farrick!” You cursed as you began trying to pry your leg free.

Wrecker had reached out to grab you to throw you up through an escape hatch where the others has just gone through but as he didn’t feel you, he stopped and turned to see you wasn’t there. “Cyare! Where are you?”

“What’s going on Wrecker?” Echo called from his position, peering down from the hatch.

“They’re gone! I can’t see them!”

Wrecker went back to retrace all his steps, ignoring his vods calls for him not to go back and that they’ll find a way of getting you but he couldn’t leave you with the thought of you in danger. He turned a sharp corner and his eyes widened behind his visor as he spotted your struggling frame.

He began his mad dash towards you, chest heaving as he bolted but the building shook once more and the ceiling collapsed, separating the two of you.

“Are you alright?” He shouted, dropping his blaster as he attempted to free as much debris as he can out of the way but the base began to shake violently again and his brothers were screaming for him over his comm.

“Wrecker we have to go! We have enemies incoming!” Hunter yelled over the comm and Wrecker could almost cry. He tried calling out to you again but there was no reply. His best bet was to go back and hope he can find another way to get to you. It would be no use if you were both dead.

“I-I’ll come back! I will come back for you!” He called out, waiting for a response but nothing came.

“I-I can’t focus Hunter.” Wrecker stammered as he snapped out of his memories from only hours ago, finally halting his booming steps and turned to his brother who was looking at the data screen, checking updates on the ships damage that occurred during the escape.

“We will get them back, now go and help Tech.”

He reluctantly listened and when all the repairs were done, Wrecker could barely sit still as they shot through the sky and made their way to where you were last seen.

Wrecker had pushed on ahead, non surprisingly to Crosshair, Hunter, Tech and Echo. They had watched the bond yourself and him had formed over the last coming months. Ever since you joined the chaotic group, they had seen a much calmer side to him. He was still the same but around you was different. There was an obvious tenderness you and him both shared and more than one occasion one of the boys had seen you both passed out on one another after watching a holomovie in a bunk – both shy when it was brought up the next day.

So, when you went missing, the boys remained as calm as they could although fighting a certain dread in each of their stomachs. They had to stay calm for Wrecker and also prepare for the worst.

“I’m picking up on their tracking device in their armour.” Tech was gazing down into his datapad as they all came face to face with the collapsed base, clanker bodies littered around on the ground.

“And? What are their vitals?” Wrecker spoke aloud, turning to face him.

“Vitals are still active. However, the tracking seems off. It states that they are no longer within the premises.”

They all looked at one another. “So, they’re alive?”

“Alive… or they have been captured.” Crosshair drawls out from behind his bucket, preparing his rifle that he pulled off from his back.

“That’s not helpful.” Echo shakes his head at his new-found brother.

“Realistic.” Crosshair retorts, missing three glaring look that Wrecker was now giving him.

“Tech,” Hunter spoke up before any indication of a fight could occur,” can you try track their location?”

“Already on it. States here that they are around thirteen klicks west.” Tech looks up, pointing his arm in the direction they are to go. “That way.”

“Come on.” Wrecker again, pushed onwards. He was now more hopeful than ever. You were alive and he was going to see you. The more he walked, soon it turning into a sprint, his mind became dazed at the thought of seeing you again and he avoided the horrible feeling that was trying to cobweb his thoughts about you being captured. He had hope and hope was what kept him going forward.

“They should be here.” Tech finally breathes out, all of them coming to a stop in an open surrounding, shrubbery surrounding them.

Wrecker looks around and as does everyone else, Hunter bending his knees to assess the ground. “Footsteps… looks about their boot size too.” The dust fell between his fingers. “They’re hurt, can see how the other foot is dragging along the ground here.”

They followed Hunter, Wrecker close beside him until they came to another clearing but this time, you were there.

You were led on the ground, chest slowly rising and falling. Your leg had been bandaged up with the use of the foliage around you to stop the bleeding. The side of your helmet was cracked as were the pauldrons on your shoulders from where the rubble had hit. You had miraculously pulled yourself free but were obviously in a vulnerable position.

“Kriff…” Wrecker slid onto his knees beside you, arm coming under your neck to hold you up whilst whispering your name.

You turned your head, heartbeat speeding up at the sight of your teammates hovering over you. Your gaze then moved to Wrecker, and you knew he was smiling in relief behind his bucket.

“Hey handsome.” You smirk, hand reaching up and resting against his forearm.

Wrecker allowed Tech and Echo to carry out some assessments on you, making sure you had no internal damage and you were so pleased that you had not. You were not so sure if you were going to make it out alive after the rubble had fell on top of you but with enough force, you had freed yourself.

Once you had your leg better strapped up, Wrecker took the liberty of lifting you up. Your helmet had been removed, Crosshair carrying it for you as the others scoped on ahead incase of any enemies nearby who may still be lurking.

“You alright big guy? You haven’t said much.” You leaned your head comfortably against his chest as he carried you, your legs tucked over his arm whilst his other looped around your back protectively.

“I should be asking if you’re alright.” He chuckles softly, his voice quiet as he walked.

“Of course I’m alright. I heard you say that you’ll come back to me and you did, you always do. You never leave a man behind.” You prodded his chest playfully but he stopped and looked down at you but you wasn’t sure about what his reaction was from behind his helmet so you carefully pulled it up, letting it rest against the top of his head to look at him. His face was soft yet look contorted with a mix of emotions. Eyes gentle but held a small sadness. “Wrecker? What is it?”

“I nearly lost you.” He replies after a moment, not really caring anymore that he was holding the others back as they stopped from quite a distance ahead, looking at you both.

“But here I am. In your arms.” You tell him, a smile on your battle-worn face.

He sucked in a deep breath, eyes closing before reopening, a different look in his eyes. “And that’s where I always want you to be, you know? In my arms.”

His words hit you heavier than the rubble that had fallen down on you. Your eyes wide and your mouth parted as you struggled for your reply but you didn’t have to think any more as Wrecker leaned down and caught your lips with his own. His nose gently brushed against yours as his lips lingered against your own, explosions erupting in your stomach.

Your eyes fell shut and your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as he held you gently against him, lips gliding effortlessly against his as you kissed back tenderly. You wanted this just as bad as he did. You both didn’t anticipate that it would be a near death experience to finally bring you together however but it did and it was somewhat perfect.

The four clones watched from afar, an acceptance washing over them as yourself and their brother finally came together.

“About time.” Crosshair grumbled, turning on his heel to carry on walking, the others following to allow you and your significant other to cherish that moment.

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Touch Starved with Wrecker

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Wrecker X GN!Reader

word count: 1.7k

The second instalment of the touch starved series and this time its with our favourite big boy

warnings: none, mainly fluff and a bit of angst if you squint.

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It was not a surprise to you at all when you discovered how touch starved Wrecker was.

This man craved touch so much that you began to finally realise why he slept with Lula; something for him to just hold when he sleeps and provide him comfort after a hard day.

You had been away, stationed as a medic for a different battalion until you were reunited with your five favorite clones. Meeting them on Kamino, you were excited to see them all so much that as soon as you saw the familiar Marauder land, you had pushed through every person to get to them and jumped excitedly as the largest Bad Batcher set the stairs down and cheered when he saw you.

“Wrecker!” You gleam up at him, waiting until his feet are on the ground before you jump, practically into his arms, and hold onto him tight.

Wrecker was stunned at the action, never having hugged you before and chuckled softly as his large arms held you up but soon found himself never wanting to let go. Had you always been this warm?

With red cheeks, he put you finally down to the ground when Crosshair cleared his throat, wanting to get past the two of you.

“Sorry Cross.” You mumbled with an embarrassed face for being so caught up in the hug with Wrecker you didn’t even consider the others behind you.

He huffs, amused, and slides past whilst giving you a pat on the shoulder as if to say ‘it’s good to see you again’.

The lot of you went out for drinks that night for all time sake at 79’s and you offered to buy them all a round to which they all thanked you for. You came back, tray of drinks in hand before squeezing onto the end of the booth beside Wrecker who grinned down at you as you passed him his drink.

“I hope I got your order right? Sugar on the rim, half a slice of a fuji apple wedged on the glass, an ounce of rum and the rest pure spotchka?” You mused at him, a triumphant grin on your face as you read his shocked expression.

“How’d ya know that?” He chortles, picking up the drink and taking a generous gulp.

“I know you, that's why.” Wrecker smiled at your answer but then smirked to himself.

“You didn’t get it all correct however.”

“Oh?” You raise a brow.

“You're forgetting my little yellow umbrella.” He pouts playfully but that’s when your smug look returns.

You turn to him and reach a hand out towards the back of his head. He’s confused, both eyes watching you with curiosity as you speak. “You’re right I forgot,” you sigh with a shake of your head, putting on your best look of disappointment but then, you smile. “But it looks as if you already have one.”

You pull your hand back and sure enough, a little yellow umbrella is in your hold and you watch as his mouth hangs comedically open.

“How did you do that?!” He exclaims with excitement only for you to tap the side of your nose in secret.

Wrecker hums and reaches for the umbrella but due to the size of his hands, he obviously had to brush his skin against yours.

He couldn’t help but gasp at the slight contact, his gloveless hand feeling instantly hot against your skin as his fingers brushed against yours. He pulled the little decoration out of your hand, pink cheeked. “T-thanks.”

You noticed the interaction but didn’t say much about it and just smiled back and enjoyed the rest of the night with your boys.

As the evening went on and more drinks went down, you and Wrecker found yourselves getting even closer that night. In fact, your shoulder was up against his, head tilted back and resting on his bulky shoulder whilst he placed an arm lazily around your shoulders, fingers brushing idly against your arm but you didn’t seem to mind and neither did he.

Wrecker had never felt more comfortable in his life. Here he was with his brothers and an incredible person by his side who he had found comfort in but you had also found comfort in him. It was pure bliss that even his brothers didn’t pick up on the soft gestures.

You were getting dizzy, having a little too much than usual that when you went to stand your knees gave way but it was a strong grasp that pulled you back up and that’s when your eyes landed on Wrecker. An amused glint shone in his one normal eye and a smirk graced his scarred face. “Careful there.”

Your arms had subsonciosuky wrapped around the back of his neck to hold yourself up, soft tips of your fingers brushing against the skin at the back of his neck that sends a violent shiver down his spine.

“Thanks Wrecker.” You sigh, almost dreamily as he holds onto you before slowly letting go of your waist.

“N-not a problem.” He smiled shyly and walked beside you, arm outstretched just in case you were to take another tumble.

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The touches didn’t stop there. When you would wake and jump down from your bunk, you would begin to walk towards the main area of the ship but would be stopped by someone wrapping an arm around your waist causing you laugh in surprise. Then, you would be pulled back into the confines of Wreckers bunk as you sat on the edge whilst he snuggled his head on your lap.

You had pushed him away the first time with a laugh, reluctantly stayed for the second and was content with the third time. Your fingers would come up and brush over the scarring on his cheek and around his ear. He would flinch at first at the unfamiliar touch but as you cooed him to relax, he did just that and embraced the warmth of your touch every morning.

After missions which you all non surprisingly smashed, Wrecker would celebrate by rushing up to you and lifting you over his head with one hand as if you were a trophy and he just won first prize.

Hunter was not amused - especially in front of Jedi.

But, you didn’t care and neither did he. He was the happiest he had been in a long time and that was thanks to your warm embrace.

He didn’t have to question if you wanted a hug or if he could hug you because you both snapped together like magnets naturally. Heh, you suppose being away from him made you soft just like it made him; coming from a man who looked as mean and brutal as he did.

One late evening you were all relaxing outside the Marauder on some open plains, taking some time off when you found yourself looking for Wrecker. You checked the bunks, cockpit, cargo hold and he was nowhere to be seen and you certainly didn’t see him where the others sat.

Your frown made Echo smirk before nodding towards a large tree to the left of them, a good few meters away. “He’s over there.”

Trying to hide your blush from your obvious disappointment of not knowing where Wrecker was, you thanked Echo quietly before making your way over.

Wrecker was sat with his back up against the trunk of the large tree, eyes closed and head tilted up towards the sunset in the sky. You almost didn’t want to disturb his peace but when a twig snapped under your foot, his eyes opened and a beaming smile stretched onto his face as his eyes landed on you.

“Hey, what you doin’ over here?” You ask, sliding down the trunk of the tree until you are sat next to him with your knees tucked up towards your chest and arms wrapped around them.

Wrecker hesitated before answering. “Oh, I - er, was just thinking.”

“Careful.” You tease him, earning a playful shove to your side that almost sent you toppling over. “What are you thinking about?”

“Truthfully?”

“Sure.”

“It’s… I’m thinking about you.”

Your heart fluttered and you looked up at him. “R-really? How come?”

Wrecker sighed softly and without a second thought he leans towards you, scooping you up into his arms and bringing you close to his chest as you rest comfortably in his lap. It was unexpected but very welcomed. “Thinkin’ about how I’m goin’ to miss being able to do this in a few days.”

Oh. That.

Yesterday you had received a transmission that you were soon to be deployed to the 501st as a medic for a few months. You were meant to stay with the Bad Batch for at least another two weeks so it was very bittersweet when you told them the news. Wrecker clearly had taken it the hardest.

Then, you thought about the position you were in. The current position. Pressed against his chest with large and muscular arms wrapped around you. Not too hard but nor too soft - just enough to highlight to you that he needed this.

He needed this touch that you gave him without a care. The comfort he shared with you was igniting a fire in his heart that he hadn’t felt before and he didn’t want it put out. Not just yet.

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I? I’ll hopefully be back before you know it.” You tell him, leaning your head against his chest and you feel him let out a low breath.

“Ano… just gonna miss this.”

You look up at him through your lashes. “And what exactly is this?”

Wrecker chewed the inside of his cheek and looked down at you with a shy smile. “I don’t know. But I like it. I like it a lot.”

“Yeah… me too Wrecker.” You say softly and ever so gently, leaned up towards him and allowed your lips to ever so gently graze his cheek.

A sharp inhale was heard and Wrecker pulled away from you, reading your face for a sign. Any sign.

Did you feel it too? Did you feel the fire on your skin as you touch? The warmth in your heart when you’re against each other?

Wrecker's mind was scrambled, no longer thinking it would be possible to carry on being the way he has been without your touch and without your morning cuddles, your celebratory high fives and hugs. Or just you.

So, without any more hesitation he leaned down to you and that’s when his lips had met yours. A furnace of molten lava bearing against his ribcage as you molded together.

Your touch is all he ever needed.

... Touch Starved with Crosshair ...

... Touch Starved with Wrecker ...

... Touch Starved with Hunter ...

... Touch Starved with Echo ...

... Touch Starved with Tech ...

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Hi! So I’m not going to lie, I’m not doing so good and was wondering if you could do a wrecker fluff for me with FemxR? 🥺

I was wondering if the plot could be based around wrecker confirming an attraction to reader but she was self doubts and doesn’t feel good enough because of past relationships? And wrecker is there to push all their troubles away and is soft and comforting with them and tells reader he likes her no matter what?Maybe a lil kiss too? 🥺 thank you ❤️

Hello my sweet! Of course I can do some Wrecker fluff for you 🥺 I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been there before and so have many people about not feeling good enough or not being enough for others so I hope you find comfort in someone and yourself. Lots of love. Enjoy ✨

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Never Enough

Wrecker X Fem!Reader

word count: 2.6k (got a lil carried away)

After a game of truth or dare, it comes to Wreckers attention that you’re a little closed off about past relationships. Wrecker wants to make you feel worthy of his time.

Warnings: SFW, talks about insecurities and not feeling enough (hence the title). Minor injury. Fluff. Wrecker being smitten for you. Oh an alcohol but nothing major.

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After living on the Marauder for the last 100 rotations, it was actually nice for once to go back home to Kamino. Well, technically it was the Batchers home as you came from a different planet but since you were now apart of their crew, wherever they go- you go.

When you walk into the Barracks, you often forgot how awful it smelt until it hit you as soon as you stepped through the door. You turned up your nose in disgust and didn’t blame Crosshair for leaving his helmet on at all.

You got settled in your own bunk, unpacking things you’ve collected on your adventures but stop when you look across the room after the sound of some bottles clinking together. “Crosshair, where did you get that?” You laughed as he raised some bottles of alcohol.

“From the last stop we stopped at.” He smirked. “What do you guys say? Up for some drinking?”

Hunter gave Crosshair a disapproved look but he swiftly locked the doors to the barracks so they don’t get caught having a little treat. You would all usually be having some downtime but, it’s been a long day if travelling and after 15 successful missions (marked by Wrecker on the wall), you all needed a treat.

“I don’t see the harm. But, I must state that I can not drink so much as I really need to fix-.”

“Yeah, yeah come on.” Crosshair cut his brother off, nudging him towards a table.

The bunch of you sat around the table in the centre of the room, you having cleared some things away for some room and took a bottle for yourself.

“Shall we play truth or dare?” You ask with a playful gleam in your eyes.

“Yeah!” Wrecker guffaws, taking a seat next to you and you could see him already thinking of dares to ask the other Batchers. “If you don’t want to do either, take a long swig of your drink.”

“Alright Tech, you first.” Hunter turned his attention to Tech who placed down his datapad and arched an eyebrow. “Truth or dare?”

The game went on for a while. Tech was dared to erase one drawing from his bunk to much of his displeasure; comparing about how important it was. Hunter was then dared to cut a small lock of his hair off but only if Crosshair could do it which left him sour faced for the rest of the night. You were grateful that the dare you received from Tech was nothing to do with you cutting your hair but you did have to run across the white hall and bang loudly against another barracks doors then quickly retreat. You heard the angry moaning of Regs who were obviously trying to sleep. You felt bad but then again, it was a little funny.

For Wrecker’s turn he had chose truth for a change and Crosshair tried to think of something until a smug grin etched onto his lips. He started to chuckle, sliding a toothpick into his lips and held it there. He definitely knew something that you didn’t. “Who is the most attractive person you know?”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Wrecker practically beamed and then you felt a slight nudge on your shoulder, making your eyes land on the side of his head. “It’s Y/N.”

You had brought the bottle to your lips as you awaited for his answer and couldn’t help but start to choke slightly at his confession. He said it so simply as if it was such an obvious statement that made your eyes widen and cheeks glow pink. “M-me?” You ask once you managed to clear your airway, completely stunned and bashful.

“Sure. You’re cute, funny, pretty and have an amazing personality! Not to mention you put up with us four.” He laughed, a beaming grin on his face as he turned his attention to you.

You would be lying if you were to say that you hadn’t had some small attraction to Wrecker recently. You started to notice that he would choose to sit next or across from you more often than not and would offer you half of his ration bar if you were still feeling peckish. Of course you declined (he needed it more than you did). You even caught him once fluffing up the pillow you slept on in the Marauder one evening before he turned in for the night.

He was very, very sweet. But, deep down you knew you didn’t deserve him. You always struggled when it came to these types of ordeals. Sure, you had, as tech calls it, ‘courted’ some people before but that was long ago. You had fallen pretty hard for one person though but the result left a rather bitter taste in your mouth.

“Oh… w-well thank you Wrekcer.” You say softly, hiding your blush by taking a sip of your drink.

Hunter cleared his throat, turning the attention back to the game. Crosshair and Tech shared an amused glance at one another and Hunter stared across at you.

“Alright Y/N, truth or dare?”

“Hmm… I’ll go with truth this time.”

“Okay,” he thought for a moment, twisting the bottle of liquor in his hands as he thought. The lock of hair he cut off was placed inside a small cloth next to him as if he didn’t want to part from it. He was glad his bandana covered it up however. “When was your last real relationship?”

It hit you pretty hard. It was such an innocent and harmless question but you couldn’t find your voice. You must have looked weak as instead of answering you brought your drink to your lips and took a big gulp. The boys complained. Especially Tech. He was not regretting erasing his drawing for future creations.

“What? Come on Y/N that question was easy!” Hunter frowned, folding his arms over his chest.

“Rules are rules Sarge. If I don’t want to answer, I got to drink. So I did.” You spat your tongue out at him earning a low chuckle from Crosshair but Wrecker gave you an odd look. You shrugged off his gaze and resumed the game until you all decided to call it quits and head to bed.

—————————— Around two hours pass and you had only been asleep for about twenty minutes or so when you stirred awake. You tried getting back to sleep but it was no use. You checked the time to see it was just past midnight and decided that now would be a good time to hit the gym to get some exercise in rather than lay awake pointlessly. Plus, you would hope it’d tire you out better.

You grabbed your things silently, deciding to fill up your water bottle in the gym, you made your way down the bright hallways.

As the gym came into view, you glanced through the windows to see if anyone else was up and having a late night session. You saw nobody at first until you recognised a large and muscular body in the corner that belonged to Wrecker.

You paused at the door, finding your legs having stopped working suddenly. Your heart began to quicken and you couldn’t help but think about what Wrecker confessed. Did he really think of you as cute and funny? You knew that you put up with the four of them but you had never seen yourself as the words he complimented you with.

As you stilled, you took a deep breath and hit the button to let the door slide open. Wrecker was facing away from you, hoisting a large bar of weights over his head, grunting as he did. Unsure wether or not to approach him, especially if he’s working out, you head towards the cooler and filled up your bottle before moving towards one of the running machines and set it up. A slight incline at a relatively fast pace.

You hopped on and started to run. Ten minutes in and Wrecker still had paid no attention to you. He was laying down now doing some bench presses so was very unlikely to look at you anyway but you certainly started to look at him. He wore only his blacks which highlighted his muscular build, arms practically bulging out at the seams. Your eyes trailed further up until you looked at his face, or the side of it from your angle. Beaten and scarred yet oh so attractive. Veins were pulsing out of his forehead and hands, the weights he was using were impressively heavy that it brought a small bead of sweat to roll down his cheek. It was foolish of you to only just realise how attractive this man was but not as foolish as you losing your footing due to your staring and tumble off from the machine.

The noise had caught Wreckers attention and he looked towards you’re direction. In an instant, he was kneeling down beside you and taking you by the arm.

“Kriff Y/N, you alright?” He looked you once over, the blacks that covered your knee was slightly torn and a small graze accompanying it from the impact.

You wince and sat up from where you were now on the floor, feeling a little embarrassed. “Yeah…” you say through gritted teeth, extending your leg to get some form of feeling.

“You got a nasty graze there. Not like you to fall over.” Wrecker chastised in a playful tone making you roll your eyes. What was you meant to say? Sorry you were distracting me with your muscles? Definitely not.

Wrecker had managed, well, very easily, pulled you up to your feet. “Sit over here.”

You had no choice as Wrecker practically lugged you over towards a seat by the window, the storming skies lighting up behind you. Sitting down, you leaned over to inspect your ripped blacks and sighed. Hunter definitely was going to have a whine at you about it. You didn’t know where Wrecker went but he came back with some bandages and kneeled back down in front of you.

“I’m fine Wrecker, I can do it myself.” You stuck o your hand for him to pass the bandage.

Stunned, he had actually slapped your hand away and took the gentlest of holds to your calf, placing your foot against his thigh for balance. “Let me.”

“O-okay.” The stammer purely came from the hold he had on you. His large fingers practically imprisoned around the lower half of your leg so you kept every willpower you had to not show the shivers that were scorching through your body.

As expected, his handiwork was a little sloppy. Often the bandage would come loose and he’d have to do it again or you would guide him to go the opposite direction. He concentrated deeply, his tongue poking out as he did which you found quite endearing.

“There. Got it!” He cheered to himself. You inspected it and it wasn’t awful but you knew you’d have to redo it maybe later in the barracks but you have him the benefit of the doubt and thanked him.

“Hey uh, Y/N? Can I ask you something?” After a few moments of silence, you found yourself looking across as Wrecker who was still kneeling in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly.

Your heart beat a little quicker but you nodded for him to continue.

“I-it’s okay if you don’t wanna answer it but… I was wondering why you didn’t answer Hunters question. You know? About your past relationships?” Wrecker asked with a small innocence in his tone.

Your lips turned downward, as did your gaze, suddenly finding the gym floor to be more interesting. “Oh… that.”

“Y-you don’t need to answer. I was just wondering which di’kut I need to beat up. It sounds to me like it ended badly?” You laughed slightly at this, his protectiveness over you shining through.

“There’s nobody. I never really had a relationship.” You sigh, deciding to just get the truth over with. You were a little embarrassed at the confession but knew Wrecker wouldn’t judge. Or, so you thought.

Wrecker looked taken aback and shifted so he was now sitting beside you rather than in front. “What? You? Never had a relationship?” He laughed loudly but instantly stopped when he saw the pained look on your features. He wasn’t laughing at the fact that you never had a relationship but the fact someone as wonderful as you didn’t have any at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It just seems crazy that you don’t. I mean, you’re so…” he trailed off and you wasn’t sure if you was glad he did or didn’t.

You folded your arms over your chest, leaning your back against the cold window pane and tilted your head to look up at him. “It’s because I was never good enough.” Your words stung as they let slip, salty tears brimming at your eyes which you tried so hard to not let out. Your lip quivered and you just had to look away. This would have been the first time one of the boys saw you emotional and you sure weren’t going to let it be over this.

Wreckers gaze on you was intense and you caught him shaking his head. “What? Did they tell you that?” His voice was raised and defensive, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you turn to face him so he could look longingly into your glossy eyes.

“Some did… some didn’t. I just don’t think I meet people’s expectations.” You grumbled your response, finding it hard to look at Wrecker any more.

“Well, I think you’re better than any expectation!” Wrecker said with a wide grin, nudging your shoulder to make you look back at him. “In fact we all do. It’s not easy to find someone who gets along with us and can kick just as much butt as us! You’re a part of our team for a reason. You’re good enough for us.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m sad, Wrecker.” You sigh.

“No. I think you’re good enough. Good enough for me anyway.” His words were soft and soon you found his gaze once more. Both of his eyes, even if one was cybernetic, showed such emotion that your heart beat against your chest quicker. Was what he saying true? Was you finally good enough for someone? Someone as kind, strong and handsome as Wrecker?

“I ain’t so smart or much to look at but I don’t care. As long as I have someone who makes me smile and I look for only them in crowded rooms…” he cast a quick gaze to you, making sure you were listening to him, “then I see them as good enough.”

“Really?”

“Really. In fact I kinda wanted to ask you out on a date.” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks turning rosy. “Only if you want to. I figured that it would show how much I do like you. Uh, more than a friend you know?”

You didn’t know what came over you in that exact moment but you moved and placed both hands on his shoulders and brought your lips up to meet his rough ones. Your eyes were tightly shut and the fear of him not kissing you back was slowly creeping into the back of your mind. You began to pull away but with one swift motion you was brought into his lap and his lips chased yours eagerly and gently. It was surprising to feel how gentle he was. His lips were rugged and you could feel the small scars against the side of his mouth trace against your lips but you didn’t mind. His hands placed respectfully on your back, his large thumbs gently stroking your back.

Both of your breathing was heavy as you pulled away, eyes still closed and you buried your red face in the crook of his neck.

“Pretty girl.” He cooed into your hair, strong arms caging you in like you were the most delicate thing in the galaxy. “You’re more than enough.” ——————————

You’re all enough. 🤍

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