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clonetrooperjournals · 8 days ago

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Damsel in Distress

Summary: When you nearly get robbed on your way home from work, a certain Sergeant and his hound come to your rescue... Pairings: Sergeant Hound x Fem!reader (Trans reader MtF) Warnings: angst, robbery, mentions of injury, mentions of being misgendered, fluff, cute ending Words: 1.1k A/N: My first Corrie fic ever! I knew Hound and Grizzer were gonna make an appearance during my Pride month posts! The two gentlemen deserve so much love and there's not enough of it on here! Also this experience felt so real and raw in its own way, I really hope you all love it. It made me emotional ngl Pride Masterlist here Main masterlist here

You were not having a great night.

You were sticky from some drunkard dumping his drink on you during your dance, your feet were killing you from your heels and not to mention you were currently running for your life through the back alleys of lower Coruscant as you tried to evade the man who was trying to rob you.

“Help! Please someone! Help me!” you screamed as you turned a corner, hearing the man's boots pick up speed behind you. You tripped over a pile of trash and went rolling to the ground, scraping your legs and ripping your dress. You look up and see the man standing over you with a malicious smile as you clutch your bag tightly to your chest. He grabs your bag trying to pull it from your grasp as you fight to keep it in your hands when you see a huge, grey animal jump out of nowhere and bite the man's leg, throwing him to the ground.

“AAAHH! Get off me you stupid mutt!” he screams as you scurry away from him and what you now realize is a massiff from the Coruscant guard. A trooper in grey and red armor steps around you pulling out binders as the massiff continues to hold the man's leg in his mouth.

He then handcuffs the man and pats the massiff on the head, “Good girl Grizzer.”

You sit on the ground in complete shock as he re-leashes the hound and turns toward you, his helmet tilting, “You alright ma’am?”

You trail your gaze over your red scraped legs to your new pink glitter minidress that was now ripped up the side, barely hiding your panties and sigh defeatedly, “Not really...”

He walks over to you and offers his hand for you to stand. You take it and stand up with a wince, “Gonna have to take you to the station to get your statement... and I’ll treat your wounds for ya.”

Ten minutes later a speeder with another Coruscant guard appears and takes you, your attacker, the trooper and the hound back to the Corrie's headquarters. Once inside the clone you learned to be named Sergeant Hound leads you over to his desk and disappears for a few minutes. You feel ridiculous sitting here in your little minidress, your heels kicked off on the floor, covered in glitter and most likely garbage from your fall, while another guard sits at the desk beside you typing on his data pad completely ignoring you.

Sergeant Hound returns with a med kit and Grizzer trailing behind him to the rather large dog bed that sits behind his desk. Then he starts asking you all the standard questions. Where were you when he attacked you? Where were you going? Were you alone or with someone? Do you know your attacker?

After answering all his questions, he leans back in his chair with a med scanner, “Alright I’ll patch you up and then you’ll be free to go.”

“Thank you, Sergeant...” you say with a small smile, twirling your hair nervously. He takes the med scanner and slowly scans you from head to toe and freezes. He tilts head like he’s confused and scans you again. You look up at him worried, “Is everything alright?”

“I think the scanner is malfunctioning. It’s pulling up the wrong medical file...” he says while smacking the scanner, like that would fix the issue.

Your heart drops into your stomach, “May I see the file?”

He pauses for a moment and then turns the file toward you so you can see. Staring back at you is someone you’ve been trying to erase for a long time. Pale skin, strong jaw, striking blue eyes, short military cut your dad always insisted was a proper haircut, and a thin blonde mustache that you always hated. The man behind the desk at the Republic office assured you that he would have your ID taken care of. The young man staring at you from this medical file hasn’t existed for the last two years, you're not him anymore. (to be fair you never really were.)

You sigh defeated knowing you’ll have to go back to the republic office the next day and fight to have it changed again, “That was me Sergeant.”

He’s quiet for a moment just staring at you, “What did you say your name was?”

“It’s y/n y/l/n...” you say cautiously. He doesn’t say anything just scans you again and types something on your file and then grabs the bacta spray and bandages from the med kit and begins cleaning and dressing your wounds. “You said you were coming from work?”

You look down at him, “Yes I did.”

“Where do you work?” he asks casually.

“Oh, um I work at Drac’s. The little night club on level 55,” you explain trying to adjust your dress so you're not flashing the clone, “I’m a dancer there.”

He nods, “You certainly have the legs for it.”

You face goes red, “Umm thank you...”

He walks back over to his desk and begins typing fast on his data pad. Grizzer hops up from her bed and walks over to you nuzzling her head against your leg. You smile down at the hound patting her head affectionately, “I guess I owe you a thanks to Grizzer.”

The massiff licks your hand making you giggle. Hound looks up and sits there watching you and Grizzer with an unseen smile behind his helmet. He has never seen someone so beautiful, your long blonde hair fell around your shoulders, your blue eyes sparkled as you talked with Grizzer warmly, and your pink little dress left little to the imagination, but he was so grateful for it, you are stunning.

He clears his throat, “Alright I have everything I need here. You're free to go.”

“Thank you again for all your help Sergeant.” you say as you continue to pet Grizzer.

“Oh, one other thing.” Hound says as he turns his data pad towards you, and you gasp. In front of you was your file updated with your name and photo, bringing tears to your eyes, “I thought we better update everything to the correct information...”

A few tears slip from your eyes, and you smile brightly nodding, not being able to put into words how thankful you are. Hound stands and you do as well, grabbing your bag and your heels from the floor and then against your better judgement you lean forward and place a tender kiss on the side of the Sergeants helmet where his cheek would be. “Thank you again, Sergeant Hound.”

Hounds face was bright red under the helmet he so desperately wished he’d removed, “Uh- Umm you’re welcome, ma’am...”

“I don’t suppose you would be able to walk me home? For safety purposes of course.” You ask with a mischievous smile and a wink.

Hound chuckles, “I’d be honored ma’am...”

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clonetrooperjournals · 9 days ago

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Sparkling eyes

Summary: You've always been a little awkward and quiet that is until the Captain of the 501st takes an interest in you... Pairings: Captain Rex x Male!reader (Gay Reader) Warnings: angst, self doubt, panic attacks, mentions of anxiety, fluff, friends to lovers Words: 2.1k Pride Masterlist here Main masterlist here

“You can do this. You can do this...”

You stood outside Captain Rex’s office on board the Resolute, trying to give yourself the courage to open the door and speak to him. You’ve been coming almost every day this week at the same time, standing outside of his door with the envelope clutched in your hand. You look down at your handwriting on the envelope, Rex’s name staring at you and shove it back into your pocket, walking away defeated once again.

From around the corner Fives and Tup were huddled against the wall watching you curiously. You didn’t know it, but Fives caught you that first day standing outside his captain's door, and he couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t knock. He seen the envelope in your shaking hands, you staring at it like it was a bomb, and eventually you gave up and walked away. Then the next day he seen you walking again towards Rex’s office with the same envelope and again the same thing, you walked away after a few minutes still clutching the envelope. He had no idea what you were doing but he wanted to find out, so every day he would follow you and watch, now dragging Tup into his crimes.

Tup turned to Fives curiously, “What do you think is in the envelope?”

“Don’t know... maybe we need to infiltrate the operation...” Fives said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Tup eyed him with a sigh, “I don’t like that look. What are you planning?”

“It’s a great idea! Don’t worry!”

...

The first time you met Captain Rex was your first day on board the Resolute. You were nervous as all heck, it being your first time ever in a ship as big as that, and your first time leaving your home planet into space. You were supposed to be at your desk in the communication's area but the moment the ship broke the atmosphere and into the stars you jumped up and ran to the viewer just watching with amazement.

Rex saw you jump up the moment you all hit space and walked over to see if everything was okay. You stood at the viewer, your hands on the glass, your eyes as big as saucers behind the already large pair of glasses sliding down your nose, as you looked around in awe.

“You alright there?” he asked you carefully.

You turned towards him, your eyes sparkled brightly under your glasses, and you smiled widely with blushing cheeks, “Yes sorry. This is my first time... and I just had to see it before sitting at my desk...”

“Your first time?” he asks curiously, “Like on a ship?”

You nod shoving your hands into your sleeves nervously, “I’ve never left Coruscant before. This is my first time on a ship, my first time in space! It’s beautiful out here...”

He chuckles at your innocence and turns towards the stars he’s so used to seeing, “I suppose it is...”

After that, you seen the captain quite a bit whenever you were sent around the ship delivering reports. He always smiled at you when you brought him his daily reports and asked you if you were still enjoying the view. To which you replied the same response every time, “always.”

Your quite an awkward and innocent person, your mom always saying you were just born to see the good in everything and everyone. Most people in your department thought you were too awkward and quiet, so you almost always sat and ate alone, but you didn’t mind. Sometime during your first few weeks Rex had noticed you eating alone and decided to join you.

He sat across from you with an awkward smile, “Want some company?”

“I’d love some.” you say with a warm blushing smile.

The two of you talked, awkwardly at first, navigating the get to know each other small talk, but eventually the conversation flowed and you two were forming a friendship. After that day every lunch the two of you shared, you sat together, sometimes some of the other 501 joining you, other times it was just the two of you. You were so happy to have found friends in these soldiers and their captain, what you didn’t expect however was for you to develop feelings for Rex. Thinking back on it now it was inevitable really, his strong commanding presence, the secret softness that he showed around you, his want for the galaxy to be a better place, Rex is such a beautiful soul, and you fell for him hard.

You knew you’d never be able to confess to his face, with your awkward anxiety ridden personality and instead decided to write him a letter. At first you couldn’t even look at the letter, deciding against confessing your feelings for Rex, not wanting to lose him as a friend and not knowing if he even preferred men (or had a preference at all.) However, the more time you spent with him, the harder it was to keep your feelings hidden, and against your better judgement you decided to risk it all and give him the letter. Except you’ve never made it inside his office with the letter and instead freezing outside the door only to turn back around and try again the next day, failing each time.

...

“Hey y/n! You cut your hair? You look good!” Fives says as he sits down across from you with a grin.

You laugh at his antics rolling your eyes with flushed cheeks, “Hello Fives. No, I didn’t cut my hair but thank you...”

Tup sits beside him with a small smile, “Hello sir.”

“Tup how many times have I told you, just call me y/n!” you giggle.

He rubs the back is his neck looking down embarrassed, “right sorry... y/n.”

“What’s up? Did you two need something?” you ask curious as these two don’t normally seek you out at lunch without their captain present, “Oh my goodness did I forget to send off the reports to Rex? I-I can do that right now I-”

Fives puts his on your shoulder, “Woah! Calm down man. We just thought we’d come sit with you!”

“O-Oh... Okay.” you say embarrassed as you look down, playing with your food. Tup gives Fives a questioning look not really understanding the plan at all, if there even was a plan.

Fives grins and looks at you again, “Some of the boys were planning on hitting up 79’s when we get back to Coruscant in honor of finally getting shore leave. You should come! Don’t think you’ve ever been, have you?”

“Umm... No, I haven’t.” you say sheepishly, “I’ve never been invited before...”

Fives looks at you with wide eyes, “Kriffin hell! Okay We’re inviting you! The captain will be there too what do ya say?”

You look at Fives Tooka eyes and sigh smiling, “alright I’ll go. If it’s alright with the boys...”

“Of course it’s alright! And some of us are bringing dates so if you wanna bring someone by all means.” he explains stealing a fry from Tups tray.

“Yeah right. Who am I gonna bring? I haven’t been on a date since I started working for the GAR...” you say your ears burning.

Tup looks at you curiously, “You don’t have a boyfriend?”

You choke on your food, “H-How did you know I... I haven’t told anyone that I... What?”

Tup smirks, “Fives isn’t the only one who uses Tooka eyes when he wants something...”

Fives looks at Tup confused while your whole face burns brightly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tup chuckles, “have some courage y/n. Tell him how you feel already!”

“I think I’m a little lost here. Who are we talking about?” Fives looks between you and Tup confused. “Do you like someone?”

Rex decides to sit down at your table in the worst possible moment, startling you as he slides beside you, “Who likes someone?”

You jump up, throwing your stuff into your bag in a hurry avoiding everyone's gaze as you feel the anxiety build in your chest, “S-Sorry gotta go!”

You run out of the mess clumsily not realizing that the letter for Rex had fallen out of your pocket and onto the floor in your hurry to leave. “Y/n wait you dropped... their gone...”

Rex picks up the letter and sees his name written on the front. Fives and Tup look at each other not knowing if they should stop him from reading the letter but before they can say anything he opens the envelope and begins reading it. His face goes bright red and his heart hammers in his chest as he looks up at the two soldiers with a raised brow. Tup looks down and continues eating while Fives looks at the captain oblivious to what's happening, “What does it say cap?”

...

You dump your bag on your bed, pushing everything around looking for the letter frantically.

“Where is it? Where is it?”

You can feel your heart hammering in your chest and the tears burning your eyes. Did you lose it? Did you drop it? What if someone found it and delivered it to Rex? Thats what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to confess? No, you didn’t. That's why you haven’t been able to go past the door, because once you do you won’t be able to go back to how it was. If he doesn’t feel the same, he won’t be able to be himself around you, and if there’s even a small chance that he likes you back what happens if it doesn’t work out? You can’t lose him, he’s the only person in your life that has just liked you for you with no judgements. Rex is your best friend, and if you lose him, it will break you.

“Son of a Sith!”

You fall forward, curling up on the floor in a ball trying to calm yourself down. You can hear the pounding of your heart in your ears and your shallow breathing. You don’t know how long you laid on the floor of your room panicking until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder. You look up to a white and blue blur behind your water eyes and fogged glasses.

The hand slides up and down your arm soothingly, “It’s alright. Just take slow steady breaths...”

“R-Rex?” you ask panicked. You're hyperventilating now as you feel him gently remove your glasses and wiping the tears from your cheeks. He takes one of your hands and puts it over his chest plate letting you feel the rise and fall of his breathing and slowly you start to match his breath.

He looks down at you, your red watery eyes, the pout of your lips, the red of your cheeks that seems to always be for him. When he first read your note, he was surprised how he wasn’t surprised by the confession. A part of him must have always known that the lingering glances, the blushing cheeks, and the shaking hands weren’t just you being anxious, they meant more. What surprised him the most though, was how happy he was that you felt that way about him. He wanted your attention, wanted your affection, he wanted you. Your innocence and purity, your simplicity and generosity, your beautifully kind and soft soul that's such a rarity in this galaxy, broke down the walls he built around himself and now he wanted to let you in.

He smiles down at you gently, “Hey handsome. Feeling better?”

“Y-yeah...” you whisper not looking at him, your hands shake as you pull away from him, “Sorry... I guess you seen the note...”

He takes your shaking hand in his making you look up at his sparkling amber eyes, “I did.”

Tears roll down your cheeks again as your heart drops into your stomach, “Its fine. You don’t have to say anything... we can just pretend you didn’t see it and-”

“I can’t do that y/n.” he whispers pulling your shaking hands to his lips kissing them gently, “I can’t do that because I feel the same way about you.”

You freeze, staring at him wide eyed, “You do?”

“I do... I never could resist your big innocent eyes. They sparkle did you know that?” he asks as he places your glasses back on your face, you shake your head, “well they do. It was the first thing I noticed about you the day we met. The first thing I fell in love with...”

He cups your cheeks and leans forward kissing you gently with a smile. You kiss him back cupping his cheek, rubbing your thumb down his stubble. He pulls back his cheeks red, “Would you... be my boyfriend?”

You smile brightly, nodding, “I’d love to Rex...”

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clonetrooperjournals · 10 days ago

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Date Night

Summary: Your best friend has concerns about you going on a date and takes matters into his own hands... Pairings: Marshal Commander Cody x Fem!reader (Bisexual reader) Warnings: fluff, slight angst, unwanted touching, date is a jerk, cute ending Words: 1.7k A/N: Okay I know I say this every time but honestly this may be one of my favourites I've written! I laughed so hard writing this and I can literally see the interactions between all the characters! Also its not Pride month in the star wars fandom if we don't sprinkle in some CodyWan! Pride Masterlist here Main masterlist here

“Will you please pick one already! My date is in like three hours, and I have to get ready!”

You stand inside the 212 barracks holding up two completely different dresses as Cody stands across from you silently judging each garment. He chuckles at your exasperated state, “show me the blue one...”

You hold the blue one up against your frame, watching Cody as he rakes his eyes over you giving you goosebumps, “So? Winner?”

“Now the red again...” he says, and you sigh holding the red dress to your frame. Honestly you were already leaning towards the red dress anyway, it was tight and strappy and showed your cleavage without being too revealing, but you wanted Cody’s opinion, you trusted his opinion more than your own, but at this rate you’ll take any man's opinion with the way Cody’s been acting.

Fives and Rex walk by the barrack doors and stop when they see you standing there with a red dress held up against your body and a judging look on your face. Fives being himself whistles loudly making you laugh, “kriffin hell please tell me it's my lucky day and you're finally agreeing to a date with me!”

You laugh and Cody walks over to you standing in front of you to block his view, “Keep walking Fives.”

“Your no fun Commander. You can’t hog her forever. Give us a chance!” he says as Rex drags him away with an apologetic look.

“Please ignore him... but I would go with the red dress....” Rex says with blushing cheeks as he continues to pull Fives away.

Cody sighs and turns around, “Their right. The red is perfect. I just wish you weren’t wasting it on this di’kut you barely know...”

“That’s what a date is Cody. How am I ever supposed to put myself back out there if your gonna make a fuss every time I go on a date hmm?” you question him as you poke his chest plate playfully.

He sighs smiling as he grabs your hand gently, “I just don’t want to see you hurt again after your breakup with your ex-girlfriend.”

You sigh and smile at this sweet man in front of you. Nobody would have thought that a lower-level administrations officer would be best friends with the Marshal commander of the 212th but here you two were, a year into the war, bickering about a date like it was the most casual thing in the world, and for you two it was.

The two of you just clicked in a way that you can’t describe to most people, Cody is just your person. He’s thoughtful and kind, selfless and loyal, a bit of a hardass but you don’t mind that about him and he knows how to read people. He is typically a quiet man and tends to observe more than speak but that's what makes you two work so well, where you like to talk, he likes to listen. Most people assume you two like each other but even though you think Cody is a wonderful man, incredibly attractive, and would be the perfect partner, you don’t think you could be the perfect partner for him. You’re too much of a mess, especially after your ex-girlfriend took all your self-confidence and shoved it down a trash shoot.

“Red it is...” you say squeezing his hand gently, “I gotta go get ready.”

He brushes away a hair from your face with a sigh, “You have your comm? And the stun gun I gave you?”

“Yes commander.” you roll your eyes at him and his protective nature.

He chuckles and backs up letting you go, “Alright. Go and have fun. But if you need me, I’m one comm away.”

“I know.”

...

You’ll never tell Cody that he was right, this guy is a di’kut.

The both of you sat in a slightly fancier restaurant on the higher levels of Coruscant. You felt good when you first arrived, your dress hugged you in all the right ways, you curled your hair and put on lip gloss, and then your date came up to you and you instantly wanted to leave. This man hasn’t stopped staring at your chest since the moment you two sat down. He’s been talking about his job, his family, his life, you don’t think you’ve gotten five words in since the start of the date.

You sigh listening to this man spew more about himself as you down the rest of the wine in your glass. Your waiter comes over, “More miss?”

“Please.” you nod.

“And then when the business did finally take off, we were able to build some of the most memorable buildings in all Coruscant! Haha!” he says smugly leaning towards you looking down your dress, “What is it you said you did again...?”

You ignore the repulsed shiver that rips through you, “I work in administrations for the GAR.”

“Hmm that's an okay job. Not much of a career but hey we can’t all be successful or else we’d all be doing it eh!” he laughs as he tries to grab your hand to which you lean back and grab your wine glass instead, ignoring his irritated look.

You take a sip of wine looking at the other tables of people who were probably having a much better evening then you, when you lock eyes on a familiar set of amber ones, and you start choking. Your date leans forward again, his tie dipping into his plate, “You okay?”

You smack your chest exasperated as you stare directly at Cody with his sheepish expression, “I’m fine!”

What the hell was he doing here? And is that General Kenobi with him? What the hell is he doing on a date with him? You give him a glare and then stand up abruptly looking at your date, “I need to use the fresher. Be right back.” Then you walk away without waiting for his reply.

...

If these freshers had windows, you would absolutely jump out of it right now. You wash your hands and head out into the hallway where you know Cody would be waiting for you and your wrath. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking ruggedly handsome and annoying, “So you’re dating Jedi now? How taboo of you...”

His cheeks go bright red, “That’s not- It's not what it looks like!”

“mmhhmm sure it is. I swear to the force Cody if you say you came here on a fake date with General Kenobi to check on me, I will get him to choke you using the force and NOT in the kinky way!” you ramble angrily.

His cheeks are even brighter, but he chuckles at your antics, “To be fair, it was the general's idea...”

“That makes it worse!” you step right up to him poking his chest plate, “I told you I would be fine.”

He sighs stroking your cheek, “I know you would be, but I can also tell that you're not having a good time.”

“Of course I’m not! He hasn’t made eye contact with me once, just my chest! He has been talking about his family's business for the last hour, and he told me my job was a hobby and not a career. Now to top it all off you and General Kenobi are on a seemingly better date than me while watching it all unfold! If there were open windows in this kriffin place I WOULD HAVE jumped already!”

He pulls you into a hug, laughing, “How about you leave the date? And I’ll convince the general to take us for ice cream?”

“I want a whole tub of ice cream...” you sigh defeatedly.

He leans back looking down at you with his beautiful Cody smile, “deal.”

...

You head back to your date and Cody back to his, General Kenobi turns around and gives you a grin and a nod. You nod back chuckling at the absurdity of it all and sit in your chair across from your date. “Took you long enough, I thought I would have to go and find you so I can... bring you back to mine....”

“Absolutely not.” you say standing up, “I’m going to leave. We are not compatible, sorry for wasting your time.”

You grab your bag and as you turn, he grabs your wrist hard, “Oh I don’t think so sweetheart. I don’t care what you think I am still taking you back to mine.”

Just as you were about to pull out your stun gun Cody appears behind the guy slapping a hand on his shoulder making him jump, “I suggest you let her go.”

“Oh who's this now? You called in back up? Low blow sweetheart.” he says looking Cody up and down with disgust, “You clones don’t scare me.”

Then General Kenobi comes up from the other side, “Then clearly the soldiers you’ve encountered have been too accommodating to your behavior. Sadly, for you my commander here does not take kindly to trashy men in cheap suits.”

Cody stares down at the guy's hand on your wrist with a death glare, his hand on his blaster, and slowly the guy looks down sheepishly, releasing your hand, “Thats what I thought.”

The three of you file out of the restaurant and you take your heels off walking barefoot down the street with the Jedi and his commander, “Thank you... for helping back there.”

General Kenobi smiles at you taking your heels, carrying them for you, “I have no doubt that you could have handled it on your own.”

“You’re right but I still appreciate it General.” you say smiling at him, and then you turn to Cody, “and you Mr. Commander, don’t think you're not in trouble!”

He laughs rubbing the back of his neck, “I figured I wasn’t...”

“I was the one who suggested a casual dinner recon when Cody here couldn’t calm his nerves about your safety.” General Kenobi says sincerely.

You grin, “You’re both in trouble actually!”

“What in the galaxy for?” Kenobi asks flustered.

You roll your eyes, “For spying on me, having a better date than me, and coming into a swift handsome rescue when I could have taken care of it. For your crimes against my dignity you are both sentenced to buying me a tub of ice cream each!”

“It was not a date, it was recon.” Cody says flustered.

You grab both of their shoulders, the three of you walking together into the night, “Sure it wasn’t.”

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clonetrooperjournals · 12 days ago

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Thank you so much!! I was (im)patiently waiting for your response haha! 🤣💕 So glad you like it!!!

A is for Anxiety

Summary: You and your boyfriend have a heart to heart when you reveal your sexuality... Pairings: TBB Tech x Fem!reader (Asexual reader) Warnings: angst, talks of panic attacks, anxiety, self doubt, fluff, established relationship, happy ending Words: 1.4k A/N: This fic was requested by my biggest supporter @precioustech I hope you enjoy this my dear! This one made me emotional not gonna lie haha! For those who do not know Asexuality is a spectrum, and there's not one definitive definition. I am not an expert on this sexuality, and it is not my intention to offend anyone. I wrote this based off of a reader who identifies as Asexual meaning little to no sexual desire but still seeking romantic partnership. I also based this off of some experiences and stories I have heard from other Asexual people in the community while still making the reader my own original character. Pride Masterlist here Main masterlist here

A is for... Anxiety

You pace back and forth in the cockpit of your ship, looking out your viewer for any sign that Tech is coming to see you, but you only see the not so scenic shipyard of Ord Mantell. Your loth cat, Gadget purrs happily from the co-pilot chair as she sleeps soundly while you keep taking deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

B is for Batuu

C is for Coruscant

D is for Dryax

Since you were young you came up with a strategy to distract yourself from having a panic attack. You would go through the letters of the Alphabet and give an example for each until you reached the end, and if you still didn’t feel better you would start over again until you did. Tech knows this about you, so him not seeing you in two days after that conversation means that he’s punishing you for not speaking up sooner, he’s going to break up with you.

E is for Eriadu

F is for The Force

You and Tech have been a couple for a few months now and friends for the past year after you accidentally spilt your drink all over him inside Cid's. You remember so clearly apologizing repeatedly getting more upset even though Tech assured you it was fine as Cid was making fun of you from behind the bar saying you always know how to make a first impression after you literally tripped and fell into her bar the first time you met her. The bad batch came over and introduced themselves, trying to calm you down because Hunter could literally feel your anxiety and wanted to help you. You all sat together at a table and swapped stories, getting to know each other and slowly you started to calm down and enjoy yourself and the people around you. After that day you became great friends with the batch, helping them on missions when you weren’t running your own for Cid or even staying back with Omega and having girl time. The closer you got to the batch the more they felt like the found family you needed, and your life became full.

You realized you had romantic feelings for Tech one night after they got back from a rough mission and he was injured. You sat with him on the marauder treating his wounds and stewing in your own anxiety thinking how you could have lost him and how much you cared about him. You confessed right there on his bunk as his brothers and sister sat in the cockpit clearly trying not to eavesdrop but failing miserably. Tech smiled and said that the feeling was mutual and you’ve been together ever since, spending evenings reading, researching, helping him with his projects or fixing the ship, you’ve never been happier than at Tech’s side. He is your person, and you can’t live without him now that you have him. Until a few nights ago when he asked if the two of you could have alone time on your ship, away from his brothers.

He never indicated in any way that he wanted to have sex, but you’ve been having so much anxiety about the inevitable talk that you just blurted it out. Your poor boyfriend was so baffled by the sudden outburst that it took him a minute to comprehend what you had said to him.

“I’m Asexual.”

He stared at you like he was trying to figure out what that meant, “Can you explain it to me?”

And so, you did. You explained how you love him in every way, he’s your best friend, your person, someone your attracted too, someone who makes your heart flutter and calms you all at the same time. You love him romantically but not sexually, it’s not him it’s just how you’ve always been. You used to think that you were broken, that maybe people were right, and you just didn’t find the right person but no matter who you’ve been with the sexual desire just never came. You researched into it and found out that not only was it normal, but there were also many other people like you.

You didn’t tell him because you were genuinely afraid to lose the one person who you felt understood you down to your core. You don’t think Tech is shallow enough to leave just because you don’t want to have sex, but the anxiety of all your previous partners throwing those words in your face made you panic.

As fate would have it, while you were explaining yourself to him, he got a comm from Hunter that he had to leave. He stood, kissed your cheek and left without another word, that was two days ago. You’ve been so riled in your anxiety that you haven’t left your ship since that night, just waiting for him to come back.

G is for Gadget

H is for Hyperdrive

I is for Intellect

You heard a knock on your ship and your breath caught in your throat.

J is for Jedi

K is for Klatooinian

L is for light saber

Gadget stood up and slowly walked his two good legs to you while his robotic ones trailed behind. You lowered the platform, and Gadget went running to Tech, as he picked her up with a smile.

M is for Mos Espa

N is for Naboo

He looks up at you while he scratches your loth cat gently, “Hello Darling...”

“Hi...” You whisper, your hands shaking at your sides. You looked over him, making sure he didn’t get any injuries while he was away, but to your relief he was fine.

He looks at you sympathetically, “I’m sorry I couldn’t comm you on this trip. The planets comm frequencies were jammed and when we got back, I came here immediately.”

O is for Ord Mantell

P is for Pod racer

You’re shaking even harder now, your heart feels like its racing in your throat and tears pool in your eyes, “Are... you gonna break up with me?”

Tech’s eyes widen, confused and hurt, “No? Why in the galaxy would I do that?”

“Because I...” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt the walls closing in around you and you were hyperventilating, all your pent-up emotions coming to you all at once.

Q is for The Quarren

R is for The Republic

Tech puts down Gadget and comes over to you wrapping his arms around you as you try to catch your breath, the tears streaming from your eyes, “Follow my breathing. In and out...”

You close your eyes and feel the rise and fall of his chest as you bawl your fists into his back. You stand there in his arms, and slowly your breathing comes back down, “What letter are you on?”

“S...” you whisper as you shove your face into his neck breathing in his scent.

“Hmm... S is for Skara Nal. Have I told you the story of how Phee almost got all of us killed on that planet in search of treasure?” You shake your head as your breathing finally matches his. He leans back and cups your face gently wiping away your tears, “I shall tell you the tale later if you wish, but first I think we need to discuss why you believe I am ending our relationship?”

You sigh looking down, “b-because of our conversation before you l-left...”

He looks at you confused for a moment before the realization crosses his eyes and he smiles at you, “you believe I am going to end our relationship because of your Asexuality?”

“You wouldn’t be the first...” you say as your breath hitches and more tears fall from your eyes.

He places his forehead on yours taking big loud breaths for you to follow again, “Please listen to me darling. I have no intention of ending our relationship simply because you do not desire to have sex. We are partners in every other way. You are my person as I am yours. I love you for you and that will not change no matter what you may be thinking, I am not leaving you.”

“Promise?” you ask quietly.

He smiles as Gadget curls around both of your feet, your two most important family members grounding you in that moment, “I promise.”

You open your eyes and look up at your boyfriend with a small smile, “T is for Tech.”

“Yes. And Tech isn’t going anywhere...” he says as he leans forward and kisses you gently. The two of you hold each other, whispering sweet nothings as Gadget eventually falls asleep on your feet.

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A is for Anxiety

A is for... Anxiety

B is for Batuu

C is for Coruscant

D is for Dryax

E is for Eriadu

F is for The Force

“I’m Asexual.”

He stared at you like he was trying to figure out what that meant, “Can you explain it to me?”

G is for Gadget

H is for Hyperdrive

I is for Intellect

You heard a knock on your ship and your breath caught in your throat.

J is for Jedi

K is for Klatooinian

L is for light saber

Gadget stood up and slowly walked his two good legs to you while his robotic ones trailed behind. You lowered the platform, and Gadget went running to Tech, as he picked her up with a smile.

M is for Mos Espa

N is for Naboo

He looks up at you while he scratches your loth cat gently, “Hello Darling...”

“Hi...” You whisper, your hands shaking at your sides. You looked over him, making sure he didn’t get any injuries while he was away, but to your relief he was fine.

He looks at you sympathetically, “I’m sorry I couldn’t comm you on this trip. The planets comm frequencies were jammed and when we got back, I came here immediately.”

O is for Ord Mantell

P is for Pod racer

You’re shaking even harder now, your heart feels like its racing in your throat and tears pool in your eyes, “Are... you gonna break up with me?”

Tech’s eyes widen, confused and hurt, “No? Why in the galaxy would I do that?”

“Because I...” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt the walls closing in around you and you were hyperventilating, all your pent-up emotions coming to you all at once.

Q is for The Quarren

R is for The Republic

Tech puts down Gadget and comes over to you wrapping his arms around you as you try to catch your breath, the tears streaming from your eyes, “Follow my breathing. In and out...”

You close your eyes and feel the rise and fall of his chest as you bawl your fists into his back. You stand there in his arms, and slowly your breathing comes back down, “What letter are you on?”

“S...” you whisper as you shove your face into his neck breathing in his scent.

You sigh looking down, “b-because of our conversation before you l-left...”

He looks at you confused for a moment before the realization crosses his eyes and he smiles at you, “you believe I am going to end our relationship because of your Asexuality?”

“You wouldn’t be the first...” you say as your breath hitches and more tears fall from your eyes.

“Promise?” you ask quietly.

He smiles as Gadget curls around both of your feet, your two most important family members grounding you in that moment, “I promise.”

You open your eyes and look up at your boyfriend with a small smile, “T is for Tech.”

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I Realized

Summary: You and Jesse have been best friends since your first day as a field medic. You always thought you were subtle with your crush on him but apparently you were not... Pairings: Lieutenant Jesse x Male!Reader (Gay reader) Warnings: angst, talks of injury (nothing serious), talks of self doubt, fluff, cute ending, friends to lovers Words: 2.8k A/N: This fic turned out better than I thought haha! I went with Jesse for the second installment of my pride series because he just has such a kind heart and is a clone I could totally see experience this! I hope you all love it because I thought it turned out really cute (Also see if you can spot the cameo from my first pride fic!) Pride Masterlist here Main masterlist here

“The next time General Skywalker says I have an idea, I want someone to punch him!”

You laugh at Kix as you organize the last of your supplies for your return home. This deployment was a long and hard one, you’ve been gone for three months, and you could not wait to go home to your tiny little Coruscant apartment and crash for a week. Kix and you have been running the medical tent during the deployment and after one of General Skywalkers radical ideas which involved a few grenades and a stone bridge, you had a ridiculous number of soldiers come to the tent seeking medical attention. “I’m pretty sure you're not the first person to say that...”

He snorts, “No I am not! And I will not be the last! What was he thinking? Were barely hanging on with the current medical supplies we have. We haven’t been home in months how are we supposed to ease the men’s pain if we ran out of bacta patches a week ago!”

“Kix, you need to calm down. That dumb idea is the reason we all get to go home right now.” you say patting his shoulder understanding.

He sighs, “You’re right...”

“Of course, I am. I wouldn’t be tied for first place field medic if I wasn’t!”

“Tied for first? Sure! You make a great second place field medic...” he jokes punching your shoulder.

You laugh, “Oh really? I guess me and my second-place ranking will be going awol and leaving your ass here high and dry!”

“You do that and there is no place in this galaxy you can hide, I will find you.” he says deadpan making you laugh even harder.

Captain Rex and Lieutenant Jesse walk into the tent then looking at the two of you joking around and wrestling with grins on their faces. Rex walks up to the both of you, “Since you're beating up my medic I can assume everything is packed and ready for our return to Coruscant?”

You nod smiling as you let Kix go from a headlock, “Yes Captain.”

“Good. Now load it up I’m sure I’m not the only one who is ready to go home.” he says sternly with a wink as he walks away.

Jesse walks over to Kix smiling at you warmly making your heart dance in your chest, “I need you to look over the patient files before we load up...”

You tune out the conversation just watching Jesse talk with his brother, his gaze keeps drifting to you making your cheeks burn and then back to Kix. You have had a crush on Jesse since your first day on the job when he helped you find your way while you were walking around the GAR like a lost and confused loth cat. He’s so kind and selfless, caring and kindhearted, and not to mention incredibly handsome. Since that first day you’ve become great friends with the Lieutenant and sometime from then to now your feelings shifted. You got flustered and nervous around him, and considering you work under Kix, you see him quite often, so you usually end up embarrassing yourself.

“Hey man you good?” Kix asks waving his hand in front of you, your eyes go wide, and your cheeks go bright red, “you spaced out there for a minute.”

Realizing you had been staring you quickly turn around and head to load up the ship, “Yup I’m good! Going to load supplies!”

Kix turns to Jesse with a raised brow, “What was that about?”

Jesse shrugs, “I don’t know...”

...

Your best friend commed you on your way home to Coruscant saying the two of you were having a night out since she hasn’t seen you in three months. Thats how you ended up here sitting at a booth in the back of 79’s in a simple pair of trousers and a nice dress shirt, nursing a drink while all you wanted was to be at home in sweatpants.

“Oh! And you know how I told you that woman mechanic was hanging out with Ali from my department? Well now their dating and arc trooper Fives is dating her sister! Literal besties dating sisters it can’t get any more iconic than that!” she giggles as she catches you up on all the latest gossip in the GAR.

You chuckle at her, “Good for them. I know Ali was a bit of a loner so her dating will bring her out of her shell. And if that doesn’t do it Fives dating her sister certainly will!”

“Right! My thoughts exactly!” she says putting her hand on your shoulder, “Oh I missed you! It hasn’t been the same without you. The girls don’t appreciate our love of gossip!”

Jesse and Tup walk past your table waving as they head over to a group of soldiers, “Hey man!”

“Hey!” you wave back smiling with bright red cheeks that of course doesn’t go unnoticed by your friend.

She gasps, “No! You do not!” you look at her with wide pleading eyes, “Oh kriffin hell! You totally like him!”

You slap your hand over her mouth, “Can you please keep it down! I... He...” you sigh letting her go, “It doesn’t matter if I do because nothings gonna happen anyway.”

“Oh, honey don’t say that! At least give it a chance.” she says grabbing your hand in hers.

You squeeze her hand with a sad smile, “No I... don’t even know if he... has a preference? Just because I like men doesn’t mean I’m gonna force it onto others. I’m fine just being his friend...”

“But you don’t know that he doesn’t like men,” she whispers grabbing both your hands now, “and you won’t if you don’t put yourself out there!”

You sigh, “I don’t... I don’t want all the guys treating me different because I like men over women. And don’t say they won’t because it’s an entirely different thing when were all in the communal showers and they feel uncomfortable because I’m in there with them. Or they take my joking around for flirting and get offended, or they talk about their hookups from shore leave and I can’t relate because I was the only one who wasn’t hooking up with random women, making it awkward. It’s better they don’t know... I don’t want to lose their friendship.”

“But they’ll never get to be friends with the real you honey...” she whispers gently.

You sigh, “I’m okay with that so long as I don’t lose them.”

Across the bar at a table with Tup, Jesse, Rex, and Fives, Kix slides into a chair beside Jesse and whispers something in his ear making Jesse go bright red. He cautiously turns his gaze behind him to your table and see’s you are laughing with your friend, not knowing that he now knows your little secret.

...

Jesse lies in his bunk that night conflicted. You're a great guy and an awesome friend, someone he’s confided in, in ways he couldn’t with his brothers, someone who he enjoys being with. Your someone he can’t see himself not having in his life, but is there attraction? He’s never thought of it before, being one of the soldiers who prefers not hooking up during their shore leave he’s never really had a sexual relationship before. He doesn’t care that your attracted to men, he just doesn’t know if what he feels for you goes beyond friendship and he wouldn’t want to lead you on only to hurt you, he respects you too much as a man to do that to you.

He sighs to himself, “What am I gonna do?”

...

Shore leave was not long enough. After that night out you spent the remainder of it inside your little apartment watching holo movies and sleeping. Your body needed the rest and your glad you got it, but damn do you miss it now that your currently getting ready to be deployed again after only being back at work for a week.

Kix has been more smiley and annoying then normal and it’s starting to worry you. He sits at his desk going over supply logs, humming to himself while you pack and organize the crates for the ship. “Okay you’ve been acting weird all week. Did you get laid or something? You're never this happy.”

He looks up with a mischievous grin, “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“You sly cat. Who would have thought...” you chuckle going back to work.

Kix stares at you thoughtfully. He hasn’t told anyone about your little secret aside from Jesse, and he only told because he heard you say you wouldn’t. He understood where you were coming from and the concerns that you had but he also knew that Jesse is nothing but oblivious when it comes to feelings. He loves his brother and knows that he cares for you, he just hopes that he comes to the realization that he likes you too because it's obvious as hell.

Jesse walks into the med bay and stops taking in your appearance his ears turning red. As a field medic you were uniformed in your own set of armor and typically it's just white with the medic's symbol of the shoulder, but you gave your armor a bit of a makeover on shore leave. You created a large medics symbol on your chest out of small republic cogs. It was creative and it looked really good, and as everyone knows republic cogs are kind of Jesse’s thing so seeing you in it, matching with him in your own way makes his heart flutter? Why is it fluttering?

Kix looks between you two with a grin and clears his throat, “Something we can help you with Lieutenant?”

Jesse jumps and looks at Kix avoiding your gaze, “Uh yeah... You both need to be loaded and ready to leave in the next two hours. Captain's orders.” then just as quickly as he entered, he left without saying another word.

“Was he acting weird?” you ask looking at Kix curiously.

He just smiles and goes back to his data pad, “Nah he’s just being Jesse.”

“If you say so...”

...

He was indeed acting weird.

You tried to talk to him and crack a few jokes on the way to your next station, but Jesse left just as fast as he appeared, like he was avoiding you, and you started to think maybe you had done something to offend him. Once you were planet side and unloading your supplies Captain Rex came over to you and Kix, “Were going to go scouting in two groups. Kix you're with me, y/n you're with Jesse.”

You nod grabbing your med kit and heading towards Jesse and his small team. He has his bucket on so you can’t see his face, but you can tell that he’s tense. “Alright let's move out!”

You walk in the middle of the troops clutching your med kit a little tighter. The air was thick and heavy, everyone was tense, like something or someone was watching you. Jesse holds up his hand to stop and you all fan out blasters ready. You hear a twig snap in Jesse’s direction and snap your head his way just as a grenade rolls out in front of him.

“Jesse!”

You run toward him, but the grenade goes off sending him flying backward into a tree. You run to him and rip his helmet off as the others call for the other team to come as back up, a team of battle droids circling your position. His eyes roll back into his head, and he passes out as he hears his comm going off and you yelling for him to stay awake.

...

Deep down Jesse must have always known that you liked him more than a friend, he just refused to see it. It started small, like you getting flustered over simple things he would do or say, and you’d watch him when you thought no one was looking but he always knew. Then you started sitting just slightly closer to him than normal, but he never minded, he always enjoyed your company and liked having you close. Then there was the time you were having a really bad day, and you had shut everyone out hiding out in one of the training rooms so you could have a good cry. Jesse found you and sat beside you offering you comfort, his own chest hurting seeing you hurting. You grabbed his hand tightly as you sobbed, and Jesse told himself that the flutter in his chest was because he’s never held hands with anyone not that he was holding hands with you.

Jesse himself began to want to be around you more often than not. He liked just being with you, in the quiet away from all his brother's ridiculousness, or in the midst of all their chaos he would sit with you, laughing and joking around. Whenever he needed comfort he thought of you first, whenever he didn’t want to be alone, he came to you. He thought it was because you were his best friend, someone who wasn’t his brothers who gave him a different perspective, but he’s known all along what it really meant, and he just couldn’t admit to himself. He loved you. And that scared the hell out of him.

...

You sat beside Jesse, data pad in hand checking over his patient file. During all the chaos you had pulled him out of the line of fire, treating his immediate wounds then helped the others clear all the clankers. After that you and the remaining injured that could walk made your way back to camp so you and Kix could begin treating everyone. Jesse was fine, the only thing that worried you was that he hit his head pretty good and you couldn’t check for a concussion until he came to.

His eyes flicked open, and he groaned sitting up quickly, “What happened?”

“Woah! Jesse, you need to lie down! I just stitched your side!” you say exasperated pushing on his shoulders.

He looks to you then, his eyes softening, “y/n... are you okay?”

“I’m alright. Back up came quickly. No casualties, no fatal injuries.” you explained with a smile. He nodded, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Slowly he trailed his gaze over you checking for injuries, but you were fine. Your brown eyes sparkled in the sun, and your nose crinkled as you smiled at him making his heart do dances in his chest. Maker he’s been so stupid, how could he deny the feeling that's always been there?

He slowly reaches out and cups your cheek, making you freeze, “I have something to tell you y/n...”

“What is it?” you whisper afraid to speak any louder.

He watched as your cheeks heated under his palm and your eyes widened with worry, “I know you like me.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, dread and anxiety pump through your body as you back away from him, “Listen. Nothing has to change, I’ll get over it. We can still be friends I-”

“I don’t want to be friends.” he says standing up walking towards you, your heart shattering in your chest.

“O-Oh... I understand... I’ll leave you alone from now on...” you whisper as tears start to pool in your eyes.

He cups your face again, “I want to be more than friends.”

You freeze, “What?”

“I... didn’t realize it right away but, I like you too. You’re a man I admire and respect, someone who I seek comfort in, someone I look for in hard times, who I always run to first to make sure is safe, I thought that was friendship. Then I thought about you being with someone else and asked myself if I could watch you be happy with someone else. The answer was no.” he leans forward his forehead resting on yours, “I can’t see you with anyone but me.”

The tears fall from your eyes hitting your armor, “are you serious?”

“Yes” he nods his heart hammering so loud he thinks you can hear it, “What do you say?”

“You don’t care what the others will say?” you ask cautiously, your hands shaking.

He leans back, “not one bit. I want you, and if they can’t respect that then there not my brothers.”

Then he leans forward and kisses you gently, and fireworks go off in your veins. Everything stops and you swear you forget how to breathe, he pulls back smiling awkwardly his cheeks a flame, “Sorry was that too forward...?”

You laugh and grab his neck pulling him back to you in a passionate kiss. “It was perfect.”

Kix on the other side of the tent pretends he doesn’t see the two of you making out while chuckling to himself, “about damn time...”

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clonetrooperjournals · 14 days ago

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Wing Woman

Summary: Fives is your very best friend but what happens when you both like the same girl? Pairings: Arc Trooper Fives x Fem!Reader (Lesbian reader) Warnings: slight spice, talks of sex but no nsfw, fluff, platonic relationship, Words: 2.2k A/N: My first fic for pride month was obviously gonna be Fives! I had this idea for so long and I'm so happy with how it turned out! I can literally see the bestie interactions between Fives and the reader! They are bestie goals and I love it! pride masterlist here main masterlist here

“Oh, my darling best friend you are a true beauty even covered head to toe in grease!”

You roll your eyes, chuckling as Fives walks towards you, “Flattery will get you everywhere. What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d check in on my bestie. How's the engine rebuild?” he asks grinning knowing you’ve been struggling to get this engine running again before the next deployment the following morning.

You sigh wiping your greased hands on your coveralls, “It’s gonna be another all nighter unless the I can magically get a new set of pistons... and with our funding that will NOT be happening...”

He pats your shoulder, “Hang in there we all know you’ll pull a miracle like you always do.”

“I hope so. This damn ship needs to be ready to go by 0600 hours for the next mission.” you say grabbing your hydro spanner from your toolbox.

Fives eyes light up with a mischievous sparkle, “Speaking of missions... I’ve got one for you!”

“Oh no! Not again,” you sigh crossing your arms, “What poor innocent woman do I have to prey on for you now?”

He grins, “There’s this cutie on the communications team that always sits alone during her lunch. Lucky for me she happens to have the same lunch as my beautiful, wonderful, selfless best friend...”

“You’re ridiculous! Why can’t you just go talk to the poor girl? Huh?” you ask exasperated. This isn’t the first time you’ve been a wing woman for Fives, since the start of your friendship when you told him that your only attracted to women, he has repeatedly used that too his advantage, putting you in these ridiculous situations. You don’t mind helping him out but sometimes you want a chance too, ya know?

He smirks, “I happen to be going on this next deployment beautiful. And I would sure love it if I had something or someone to look forward too while I was out there risking my life...”

“Am I not enough for you?” you ask teasingly.

He laughs, “You gonna have sex with me?” you make a disgusted face that makes him laugh harder, “That’s what I thought.”

He stands there, giving you his famous Tooka eyes and slowly your resolve cracks making you sigh, “Alright... what’s her name?”

...

The next day you enter the mess hall and see her, your breath catching in your throat.

She sits at a table in the corner of the mess away from everyone, data pad in hand as she slowly eats her fries from her tray. You can see her sultry curves and long black flowing hair from where you stand in line, making your cheeks hot. Maker Fives why is it always the out of my league hot ones? He told you that her name was Ali and she doesn’t really talk to anyone and stays to herself most of the time. You couldn’t understand how someone so beautiful could not be the center of attention everywhere she goes but you can tell that she’s trying hard to not be seen, almost using the data pad as a shield.

You usually have a strategy walking into these scenarios but because she works on the communications deck and you in mechanics you don’t really have any common ground except for the people you work for. As you walk over to her table you feel an unwelcomed sense of anxiety.

You stand across from her with a warm smile, she looks up jumping her cheeks going bright red, “Can I help you?”

“Hi umm... You mind if I sit here?” you ask casually.

She looks at you confused but nods, her cheeks still blushing. She awkwardly looks down at her data pad again and you play with your fries as you fish for conversation. “Your Ali, right?”

“Yeah I am...” she says cautiously looking up from her data pad, “How do you know who I am?”

You smile, “Oh I asked around when I seen you sitting here by yourself. I wanted to see if you maybe wanted some company.”

You watch her as she goes wide eyed, biting her bottom lip, “Oh. You don’t have to sit with me because you feel sorry for me. Most people just leave me alone...”

“It’s not pity or anything. I think your interesting... and beautiful.” you say with a wink causing her to show a small smile that makes your heart jump to your throat.

“Your y/n right?” she asks after a brief silence.

You raise a brow, “Yeah I am.” The thing about being the only openly gay woman in the GAR means that most people know who you are and have all kinds of assumptions about you. Also having Fives (who is known for his promiscuous behavior) as your best friend means that the two of you are usually in the center of the GAR’s gossip pool. “You know who I am?”

Her cheeks light up red again and she looks down, “I don’t think there’s a woman in the GAR who doesn’t know who you are.”

“I don’t know if that's a good or bad thing,” you say chuckling. The bell for the end of lunch chimes and you sigh standing up. You look over at Ali with a smile hoping this meeting wasn’t too awkward, “If you’d like... Maybe we could have lunch again tomorrow?”

Her eyes widen but then she smiles a genuine bright smile, “I’d like that.”

...

Since that first day you’ve had lunch with Ali almost every day. She is shy yes but, once you break through her walls, she’s actually really funny and if she's comfortable around you she's quite the talker. You’ve been hanging out a lot and you genuinely enjoy her company, and yes you have definitely developed a fat crush on the girl, but what did you expect? She's had you wrapped around her finger since that first lunch, even if she doesn’t know it.

Fives has been checking in whenever he can asking how it's going and if you’ve been hanging out with Ali. You haven’t lied, you told him that the two of you have been hanging out and have a created a good friendship, you haven’t told him that you like her though. As much as you hate yourself for it, you promised Fives that you would give him a shot with Ali, and you’ve never broken a promise.

Once again you and Ali are sitting together on your lunch break and she’s explaining some office drama from upstairs when your comm pings.

Fives: Hey beautiful! Were on our way back to Coruscant!

You: That’s great! Glad you're coming back safe

Fives: Celebrate at 79’s with me and the boys tonight?

You: Just me? Or should I bring your date?

Fives: Again, if you don’t want to have sex with your incredibly sexy best friend, then bring Ali!

You: Gross! I’ll ask her!

You roll your eyes and look up at Ali, she has her hair tied up in a long tail today showing off her stunning green eyes. She looks at you curiously with her bottom lip between her teeth, a bad habit of hers you find incredibly sexy. “What’s up?”

“Fives and some of the 501 are going to 79’s tonight and they invited us. Wanna go?” you ask.

She blushes and looks down, “Uh sure! Sounds like fun...”

“You sure? I know you're not much of a crowd's person and the 501 are stupidly loud on a normal day...” you chuckle thinking of Fives and his brother's usual antics.

She laughs, “Yeah, I’ll go... Can I bring my sister with? She needs the social interaction as much as I do.”

“Of course. The more the merrier!”

...

You’ll be fine. You promised Fives. You’ll be fine.

You stand in front of your mirror looking over your outfit for the bar with a small smile. This is the first time Ali will see you in anything other than your coveralls and you want to look good, even if you're not gonna be taking her home at the end of the night. You wore black pants and a blue button-down shirt with your favourite pair of leather shoes and even gelled your hair back instead of its usual messy short cut. You looked good, you just wish you felt as good as you look. You look at the time and sigh, everyone should be at the bar by now. You grab your things and head out, trying to push that sinking feeling out of your stomach.

You make it to 79’s fairly quick and when you enter the bar you spot all your boys piled into a booth at the back. Fives spots you the moment you walk in and whistles loudly making you laugh. As you walk over you stop in your tracks seeing Ali in the booth beside Fives. Her hair is down and curled, she's wearing a tight little black dress that shows her cleavage in all the right ways, and you can see the shiny gloss on her lips from where you stand frozen. Beside her is her sister, a small woman with the same black hair as Ali but hers is cut in a cute bob and she’s wearing a simple blue dress and boots, she looks really cute just like her sister.

You walk over and slide into the booth beside her sister, “Hey! What’d I miss?”

Fives looks at you with a grin, “Just getting acquainted with your friend and her sister.”

“I know I have great taste in friends.” you wink at him making him and Ali chuckle.

“Obviously. I’m your best friend.” he laughs putting his arm around Ali and she goes wide eyed looking at you her cheeks red.

You try to stop the pain in your chest as you look at her and Fives, instead turning towards her sister with a smile, “Hey! Your Ali’s sister. I never got your name...”

“Oh! I’m Lia! Nice to meet you y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you.” she says with a smirk as Ali shoves her elbow into her sister's side embarrassed.

Fives looks between the two girls with a curious grin but doesn’t say anything. You all spend the night cracking jokes and laughing, getting to know Lia while trying to ignore the pain in your chest every time you look at Fives and Ali. After a few drinks you excuse yourself and go to the fresher not knowing Ali had slid out of the booth to follow you.

When you leave the fresher, she’s standing in the hallway waiting for you with a look of hurt in her eyes, “Did I do something wrong?”

You look at her confused, “No. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been spending most of the night talking to my sister and you can barely look at me.” she says stepping closer to you trapping you in her sweet perfume you love so much.

You sigh looking down, “It’s not that I... Fives had asked me to bring you here...”

“Why would he...,” you see the realization flash across her face, “because he likes me?”

You nod, your shoulders slumping, “yeah he does.”

She starts to laugh, and you look at her confused, “Silly y/n. I came to be with you. I thought my crush on you was obvious!”

“Your what?” you ask stunned.

She slides her hands up your chest resting them on your shoulders, “I like you y/n. I thought that you liked me too and that’s why you came over to talk to me at lunch that day.”

“I’m not gonna lie at first it was as a favor to Fives but as we kept hanging out, I fell hard and fast...” you confess shyly biting your lip.

She looks over at your table and you follow her gaze seeing Fives and Lia holding hands and laughing while he whispers in her ear, “I brought my sister along because she has a crush on Fives. I figured if they hit it off, we could double date...”

You look back at her, the green of her eyes twinkling under the flickering hallway light and without another word you lean forward and kiss her gently. She grabs the back of your neck and kisses you back harder smiling. You moan into the kiss as she pulls your hair and then she pulls away biting her lip the way you love, “So can this be our first date?”

“Absolutely.” you smile putting your arm around her waist kissing her cheek and then the two of you walk back to the table. You see Fives smirking, nodding at you in acknowledgement as you sit down with Ali tucked into your side.

The rest of the night is spent flirting, laughing and telling stories. Ali and Lia get up to go get a round of drinks for your table and Fives slides over to you with a cocky smile, “before you ask, no I’m not mad you stole my date. I could tell from the moment you walked in that you had it bad for Ali.”

You laugh at him, “Well I’m glad my best friend is so understanding and humble.”

“I am, aren’t I?” he laughs back, “You know I knew we’d be blessed with sisters one day!”

You both laugh, high fiving as your dates come back with your drinks. Ali sits beside you leaning her head on your shoulder, “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing sweetheart. Just Fives being Fives...”

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Pride Month Masterlist

Happy Pride month babes!

Here in the journal we have our Pride spread where all our fics are LGBTQIA inspired! This blog is a safe space for all! Love is Love regardless of who you are or what part of the rainbow you identify!

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L ~ Wing Woman (Fives)

G ~ I Realized (Jesse)

Sparkling eyes (Rex)

B ~ Date Night (Cody)

T ~ Damsel in Distress (Hound)

Q ~

I ~

A ~ A is for Anxiety (Tech)

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I was thinking of doing a couple of LGBTQIA fics in honor of pride month for all my fellow gays! What does everyone think? That something you'd all be interested in?? And if you are, please comment some troopers and representation you'd like to see!

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Never again

Summary : It's been months since that fateful day on Eriadu and all you've been able to do is lie in Techs bunk and try to come to terms with him being gone, until you get a comm that changes everything... Pairings : Tech x Fem!reader Warnings : ANGST, mentions of techs death, mentions of omegas kidnapping, grief, mourning the dead, fluff Words : 2.6k A/N : This was the season finale that we all deserved season 2. For all my Tech girlies I hope this heals you (because this is the only ending I accept for our genius) masterlist here

You were numb.

You lay in Tech’s bunk, where you had been laying and rotting for the last few months, the silent tears streaming down your cheeks as you stared at the scribbles on the walls. Tech had told you what they were at one point, but you couldn’t remember any more making you even more upset than you already were.

You can hear Hunter and Wrecker whispering in the cockpit, “What should we do? I can’t see her like that anymore.”

“Tech wouldn’t want her to lie there grieving him like this...”

Grieving him. That’s all you’ve been trying to do for months and your still not better, you thought time would help you heal, but your just stuck. Stuck in your grief as you spend all your time lying in his bunk, smelling his pillow that no longer smells like him, looking at the scribbles on the wall trying to decipher what they mean, while you yearn for the man you love that’s never coming back.

You were so happy and hopeful the morning of the mission, wanting nothing more than to find the info to lead the boys back to their missing brother, you hadn’t expected that it would be the worst day of your life. You remember blaster fire and explosions, Wrecker yelling down to Tech from inside the cable car, you were holding Omega tightly making sure she wouldn’t fall. You could hear the arguments back and forth and then you heard the words that haunt you every night since.

“Plan 99...”

“Tech no!”

You let go of Omega and launch yourself forward, Wrecker grabbed your arm to stop you from jumping after him. You can still see him falling, still see him mouthing the words “I’ll always love you” as he fell to his death and you could do nothing but watch. The cable car started moving at full speed and Wrecker held you tightly as you sobbed uncontrollably, fighting to jump after him, but he held you back as his own tears fell. The rest of the mission was a blur, you don’t remember how you got out, how you got back on the marauder or Omega trying to go back for Tech. Hunter told you that you fainted and when you came too Cid had betrayed you and Hemlock took Omega, making you all lose not one member of your squad but two.

You know Hunter and Wrecker are doing everything to get Omega back, all while trying to help you grieve the loss of Tech while they process their own grief of what happened. You felt like a burden not being able to continue the way the boys have. You know there struggling too but where they are still fighting, you are paralyzed in your grief. Like Tech didn’t just die that day, you did too.

You hear the boys enter the hull and you roll over pretending to sleep, hoping that maybe if you pretend long enough, real sleep will take you...

...

You had spent the better part of three years loving Tech, from the moment you first got assigned as the bad batch’s medic. You walked onto the marauder and as you looked over all the clones that you’d be working with, your heart started fluttering the moment you and Tech made eye contact, and that was all it took. As you grew closer to the boys your feelings for Tech became more apparent, and each of the members had tried to get you to confess, but you weren’t brave enough. Then you all deserted with Omega and left Crosshair, your life was too messy, and you didn’t want to strain the already stressful situation with your feelings for him, so you kept quiet. Life carried on and one night after a particularly rough mission you sat outside the marauder alone looking up at the stars.

You knew it was Tech before he even sat down beside you, you could hear his gear clink, his goggles shift focus, the little tapping of his hands on his sides he does when he’s nervous, those were your favourite sounds. He looked up at the stars with you, “Are you alright?”

Were you? It had been so many close calls over the past few months but there in the quiet of night looking up at the stars with the man you’ve loved for years you felt anything but fine. “I don’t think so... I’m.... tired.”

“Yes, that is an appropriate response to our current lifestyle.” he says turning to look at you.

You sigh as you look into his beautiful amber eyes, “I am tired because of that but also I am tired of not being brave enough.”

“I do not understand, by all definition you are brave. You work with us, and when we decided to leave with Omega you left too. You had no obligation to come with us, but you did anyway, and you’ve been with us ever since helping with Omega, being a female role model she needs,” Tech says holding out his hand to which you grab with yours, a blush on your cheeks, “You are selfless, kind, strong and above all else brave.”

Your eyes water as you squeeze his hand, “and yet all these years I’ve never been brave enough to tell you I love you...”

He freezes and looks at you with wide eyes, “you... love me?”

“Yes, I do. I have for a long time, but I’ve never been brave enough to confess. I’m tired of pushing those feelings to the side, even if you... don’t feel the same I-”

He pulls you toward him, your hands still intertwined and kisses you. It was a slow gentle kiss, his hands shaking in yours and he smiles sheepishly as he pulls away, “I harbor feelings for you as well...”

He lets go of your hands and gently wipes away the tears you didn’t realize were falling. You feel his breath on your lips and see the sparkle in his eyes, making your heart flutter, “You do?”

“Yes. I... I love you too.” he whispers.

You grab the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss, surprising him at first but he smiles into the kiss and pulls you closer to him sitting you on his lap. You two spend the rest of the evening sharing kisses under the night sky, whispering sweet nothings to each other, not knowing that only days later you would lose each other forever.

...

Ping!

You jolt awake to the darkness of the marauder. Hunter and Wrecker are both asleep in their bunks while Gonky walks around quietly, occasionally bumping into the ships consol. You get up and stumble your way to the fresher so you can splash some water on your face. Once out of the fresher you figure since your already up, you’ll make yourself a cup of caf and try to spend some time outside of Tech’s bunk.

Ping!

You pause and walk over to Techs bunk pulling out your comm device from under the pillow.

1 new message.

You haven’t gotten a message on your personal comm channel for a long time, to the point where you forgot that you had it. Without really caring you open the message and gasp dropping your comm on the floor, making Hunter jolt awake.

“Y/n? Are you okay? What's wrong?” he asks jumping out of his bunk to you checking for injuries.

You couldn’t even speak, the tears fell like rivers and your whole body was shaking. You reach down and grab your comm from the floor not believing what you're seeing. Wrecker stirs awake and turns toward you and Hunter confused, “What’s happening?”

There on your comm a series of coordinates and a name. Goggles.

The nickname you’ve called Tech for the last three years, the nickname only you and the batch know. It can’t be...

Both boys stand beside you confused as you hold your comm so tight your knuckles are turning white. Without saying another word, you run to the cockpit and fire up the ship, typing in the coordinates.

“Woah! Y/n you need to stop and tell us what's going on right now!” Hunter says exasperated. He knows how hard it's been for you, and he was almost ready to give up that you may not come back around but seeing you get up and move around again gave him a whole new fright.

You turn around harshly, “He’s alive. He’s alive Hunter!”

“What do you mean?” Wrecker asks as Hunter stands there looking at you stunned.

You hand Hunter the comm device and as he reads the message, he almost drops the device, “He... can’t be...”

Wrecker takes the device from Hunter and reads it, “Goggles... Kriffin hell, is he?”

The boys look at each other in stunned confusion as you pilot the ship off the abandoned world you were resting on and take off into hyperspace. Your whole body is shaking, the tears won’t stop falling from your eyes, and you feel like you're going to throw up, but none of that matters as you race towards the hope that your lover is still alive.

...

As you come out of hyperspace and approach the coordinates on this jungle planet, you start to think that maybe you are walking into a trap, but it's too late to go back now. The marauder lands and Hunter looks at the camp ahead of you all confused, “Is that... Gerrera?”

Your heart is in your throat, and you start to think that maybe this was just stupid wishful thinking. Techs goggles sit on the ships consol cracked, broken, the only tangible thing you have left of him, and the only thing you could never bring yourself to look at since Eriadu. Wrecker places a big hand on your shoulder, seeing you stare at the goggles with tears flowing from your eyes, “Hey... were here with you no matter what.”

You look up at him and grab his hand tightly, “I know. Thanks big guy...”

“Let’s go.” Hunter says as he looks at the two of you. You nod as you squeeze Wreckers hand tighter afraid to let go and the three of you leave the marauder heading towards the camp.

Waiting for the three of you was Saw Gerrera, his arm in a sling. He looks at you all with a look of annoyance and something else you can’t place, “Glad you could make it.”

“You sent the message?” Hunter asks confused and hurt.

Your surprised you still had tears to shed with the amount of crying you’ve done over the past few months but still, tears fell from your eyes and with them the small bit of hope you held onto. Gerrera looks between the three of you and lands his gaze on you, “Are you y/n?”

You nod not trusting your voice. Gerrera tilts his head over to a tent, “in there.”

You pause not understanding what’s going on but hesitantly you let go of Wreckers hand and walk towards the tent. Inside lying on a cot was a figure you thought you’d never see again. His hair was longer, the curls peeking through, his leg was in a cast, and he looked pale, but as you seen the rise and fall of his chest as he slept you began to sob. Hunter and Wrecker stood behind you frozen not comprehending what was happening.

The three of you didn’t move, you just watched Tech sleep, looking peaceful despite the injuries, like he didn’t just come back from the dead. Hunter whips around to Gerrera angry, “What are you doing with him here? How is he alive?”

Gerrera smirks, “After our encounter on Eriadu I had what I can only describe as a gut feeling. We turned back around and seen Hemlock and his team trying to drag your boy here away. We managed to rescue him before he could take him away and brought him back here.” He walks closer to the entrance of the tent, “He’s been asleep all these months. We didn’t know if he’d wake up, but we treated his injuries and hoped for a miracle. Then yesterday he shot awake calling out your name y/n. He repeatedly told me that I had to send you, his coordinates.”

You sobbed even harder as you walked towards him, falling to your knees in front of the man you love. Gently you stroke your hand down his cheek, and he stirs awake, looking confused until his eyes land on you. He lies there frozen as tears begin to pool in his eyes and without a word, he grabs you and pulls you onto him ignoring the pain from his injuries. His hands in your hair, he breathes in deep inhaling your scent as a sob escapes him.

Your shaking, crying, and hyperventilating as he holds you tightly. He leans back just enough to see your face and gives you a small smile his voice shaky, “Hi darling...”

“Hi, my love.” you whisper as if speaking any louder could burst your reality and he’ll leave you again. He looks up for a moment behind you and sees his brothers standing there with their own tears streaming down there faces as Gerrera pats Hunters shoulder and walks away.

“I am glad you are okay.”

Wrecker and Hunter walk closer to the two of you with smiles on their faces, “Us too...”

He looks around for a moment, searching for someone, “Where is Omega?”

“Hemlock he...” Hunter couldn’t finish, you could hear the anger in his voice as he tried to remain calm.

You see the hurt and understanding in Tech’s eyes as you cup his cheeks making him look at you, “But we're gonna get her back. No matter what.”

“Of course,” he says quietly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, a few tears falling from his eyes, “I apologize for... everything. I know you are all most likely angry at my actions during the mission.”

You wipe his tears, “We all know you did what you thought was right. And no matter how much it hurt, how hard it's been to carry on these past few months thinking that you were... dead. You got us out of there. You saved us.”

“She’s right. You got us out of there.” Wrecker says quietly.

Tech sighs, “Then I suppose I am glad my actions gave the intended outcome, be it for only a short while.”

“I love you,” you whisper making him and his brothers freeze, “I love you so much. These past few months have been... hell without you. Having to mourn you, I...”

Tech watches you, the dark circles under your puffy eyes, the usual tight braids in your hair were falling out like you haven’t bothered the upkeep, and he could see you were wearing the shirt of his old pair of blacks he kept in the marauder. His heart aches as he realizes how much pain you’ve been in, “I am so sorry. I’ve been comatose for all these months, and you’ve thought that I died. I can never undo the damage I caused with that but, I do plan on staying by your side for the rest of my life...”

You lean forward and kiss him, your tears soaking his shirt. He pulls you closer, kissing you deeper like he’s trying to suck all the oxygen from your lungs. You trail your kisses all over his face, then you grab his hands and gently kiss each knuckle making him chuckle quietly, “I love you darling.”

Hunter and Wrecker leave the tent quietly giving you a moment to be alone. Your whole body is shaking as you try not to cry anymore, and you kiss him gently, whispering against his lips, “please don’t leave me again...”

“I have no intention of leaving you,” he whispers back, “Never again.”

dividers by @saradika-graphics and @moosgraphics

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happy friday!! I hope you had a good week 🥰 I love your fics so much!!! Your stories always brighten my day and I love seeing what you write 🩷 Can I make a Wrecker request please? He is such a sweetheart and I don’t see a ton of fics for him in the world! I was thinking something with friends to lovers where they are best friends and kind of match each other’s personalities well and are physically affectionate a lot and realize they have feelings? Or whatever direction feels natural to you! 💜 thank you!

Summary : You left home when you turned 18 to pursue your dream of rancor riding. What happens when you find the love of your life along the way? Pairings : Wrecker x Fem!reader (Cowgirl reader) Warnings : fluff, reader has a southern accent, angst, mentions of unconscented marriage, mentions of self doubt, running away from home, happy ending, Words : 3.1k A/N : Okay! So I have had this Wrecker fic in the works for SO LONG! He is literally my favourite clone and because of that I rewrote this so many times! I'm sorry it took so long but I really hope you love it because I've had this idea forever! Rancor riding like bull riding (why is this not cannon actually?) And don't worry I will be writing plenty more about my big guy! Enjoy xoxo masterlist here

“Come on Midnight! That all ya got?!”

You run around the dingy arena with your rancor charging at you full speed. Your heart is racing, your feet are sliding, and you’ve never felt more free. You run to the end of the arena and pull out your whip, waiting for the moment when the purple rancor lifts her fist at you. You snap your whip around her fist as she raises it and yank hard, watching as she falls forward, you then run and jump on top of her before she can stand up and use your whip as a leash as she runs around the arena in circles trying to throw you off her back.

“YeeHaw! Atta girl Midnight!” You laugh as she continues to try and throw you from her. Eventually you let her go and jump off her back, sprinting fast to her cage and wait for her to charge in after you. Last second you roll out of the cage and slam the door shut with a large smile. “Great work today girl! Were gonna knock em’ dead at the show tonight!”

Behind you Omega claps loudly with Cid, Wrecker and Echo. You take a bow and walk over to the group smiling as Omega jumps over the railing and into your arms giving you a hug, “y/n you were amazing! I can’t wait to watch the show tonight!”

“Thank ya darlin!” you laugh as you squeeze her tight. “What are y'all doin here so early?”

Cid grins at you with that knowing look, “Came to check on my champion. I put a high bet on ya for tonight and I don't intend to lose my money.”

“Thirty seconds or more and ya guaranteed ya money.” you reply simply as you ruffle Omega’s hair making her giggle. “I ain’t the best Rancor rider here in the outer rim for cheap times!”

Cid smiles and claps you on the shoulder, “Good, good. Now go get ready, shows in a few hours.”

Cid walks off leaving you with the bad batch, you notice the concerned looks on the boys faces, “What’s wrong?”

Echo steps forward and pulls out a bounty puck, “This you?”

An old holo photo pops up of a young teenage girl with freckles and a button nose. Her hair is pulled into two braids with ribbons on the bottom and she’s wearing some frilly dress that looks uncomfortable, which makes you laugh. “They could’a picked a better picture I look like a baby loth cat in this!”

Wrecker steps forward now looking down at you with that brutishly handsome look your so fond of, “You knew about this?”

“Of course... My ma and pa have been on the hunt for me since the day I left home without a word. It’s been four years ya think they’d give up already!” you sigh exasperated.

Echo tilts his head, “Why’d you leave anyway? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Let’s just say my version and my parent's version of my future were two sides of a coin. In the end I chose my side and left. I ain’t looked back since...”

Your parents own the largest export of Felucian rancor's for sale on the black market. They created a ranch where your family raised and trained them to be sold. You have been around rancor's since you were a baby, and you know the animal better than you know yourself. You started training the rancor's around the age of ten when you were fast enough to outrun them. Your parents didn’t want you to train the animals, saying it wasn’t a lady's job to be running around in the mud with a predator, and that you should be inside practicing your socialite skills. You hated how they tried to keep you confined in that house, wearing expensive frilly dresses that felt like you were wearing the ocean, and practicing your etiquette, dancing and piano, that wasn’t who you were. You wanted to be in the pen with the rancor's running around and wrestling them without a care in the world. Then you turned eighteen and your parents decided that you were done “playing with the animals” and you were gonna fulfill your duty as lady of the family and get married to some businessman's son to benefit the family.

You knew you would rather die than stay trapped in some man's house wearing those ridiculous dresses, entertaining rich people and their wives while never getting the freedom to be yourself. So, the night before your eighteenth birthday you packed a bag and bought a one-way ticket off world and never looked back. Since then, you’ve been traveling the galaxy as a professional Rancor rider with your girl Midnight, who you bought on the black market as a baby and trained at your secret house in the deserts of Batuu. Your honestly floored that your parents haven’t found you after all this time since you're literally doing the one thing you said you were always gonna do.

You met the bad batch the last time you did a show on Ord Mantell when you went into Cid’s for a drink. You were instantly intrigued by the clones and the little girl with them, especially Wrecker. His gentle giant persona while being extremely handsome had you hooked from the first day, and you’ve been flirting with him since. You’ve kept in contact with each other, and you’ve even helped on a few odd jobs when you're not traveling for your shows. You and the batch have become good friends, and you’d say they became your found family.

“Tech’s already working on hacking the bounty system to take down your ad.” Echo explains.

You smile warmly at your friends, “Aw thank ya kindly! Y'all are the best of friends a gal can ask for!”

“Of course. Though were gonna keep an eye out tonight because we don’t know how long the ad has been up.” Echo says as he pats your shoulder, “Let’s go Omega. We'll see you later.”

You wave as Echo and Omega Walk off leaving you standing there with Wrecker. He’s looking at you with a sheepish smile, “Good luck tonight. Not that ya need it! You're gonna be great no matter what!”

Your chest aches as you look at the big guy who owns your heart, “aww thank ya honey! That means the world comin’ from my favourite man!”

“I’m your favourite?...” he asks kicking his boots in the dirt with red cheeks.

You giggle and walk over to him putting your hands on his chest, “always have been.”

He freezes and looks down at you, his gaze trailing to your lips and back up to your eyes. For a moment your almost certain he’s gonna kiss you, then Omega runs back into the arena, “Wrecker, are you coming?!”

His whole face is red as he looks at her, “Y-Yup! I’m comin...”

You chuckle and reach up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek, “I’ll see ya tonight! Wait for me after the show?”

“Y-Yeah! I will!”

...

The only words to describe the first time Wrecker seen you would be love at first sight.

The batch had just come back from a job for Cid and when they entered the bar, he seen you leaning against the counter with a drink in your hand. You were wearing tight jeans and a matching jacket that a huge purple rancor painted on the back, a whip on one side and blaster holstered on the other. You wore a purple cowgirl hat, that he’s never seen you without, and the most beautiful smile to ever grace this galaxy, he stood frozen and watched you talk with Cid while his brothers eyed him closely wondering where his attention had gone. Once they realized it was you that stole Wreckers attention, they all went over and introduced themselves. He stood at the back of the group, tongue tied, not being able to say a word as your eyes raked over his figure with a smile as you introduced yourself.

Since that day he has thought about nothing else other then you. He thought you couldn’t be any more perfect, from your southern drawl to the way you ride and wrestle rancor's for a living. You’ve always been flirty with him but, he never knows what to say or how to respond back, he doesn’t know how to show you how in love he is with you, and his brothers have noticed.

Inside the marauder Tech is typing away on his data pad, Hunter and Echo are looking at the info for their next job and Omega is in her bunk with Lula reading the ships manual. Wrecker sits down on his bunk with a sigh that doesn’t go unnoticed by Omega, “What's wrong Wrecker? Is it y/n? Did something happen?”

“N-No! Nothin happened. And why do ya assume it has to do with y/n?” he asks embarrassed.

Tech speaks up from the cockpit, face still in his data pad, “Because all data suggests that you are in love with her.”

“What does the data know! And besides... even if I did, which I’m not saying that I am! I can barely talk to her without looking like a fool.” he sighs as he looks down at his fists.

Hunter turns toward him, “Wrecker. It's obvious that she likes you, you really have nothing to worry about.”

“Yes I do! We are on the run from the empire! I don’t have time for... a relationship...”

Omega slides out of her bunk and hands him Lula with a smile, “If you really love her Wrecker, you’ll find a way. And besides Hunter is right, she totally likes you too!”

He holds Lula tightly and looks between Omega and Hunter with a wary expression, “ya think so?”

“Yes!”

“Yes.”

“93.7% positive.”

...

The arena is sold out, the people are cheering, laughing and shouting as you stand beside Midnights cage. In front of the railing, you see the bad batch and Cid, Omega waving at you enthusiastically making you laugh to yourself. You wave back as you trail your gaze over the crowd and freeze. In the center of the crowd is a man and a woman with bright red hair that's starting to grey, each wearing a black cowboy hat you haven’t seen since the day you left home. Your dad stares directly into your eyes with a malicious smile and your mother looks furious as she sits perfectly straight in her tight dress, looking poised as always. You knew they would find you eventually, your reputation had been spreading throughout most of the outer rim and your shows were only getting bigger, but to have your parents themselves show up and not some hired bounty hunter was a whole other thing.

Wrecker and Hunter watched you from the stands noticing the way you froze, Hunter could feel your heart rate increasing. They looked behind into the crowd and seen who you were looking at, your parents. They stuck out against all the low-class people that filled the stands, and as the rest of the crowd buzzed with excitement, they looked furious. Wrecker pushes his way through the crowd till he gets down to where you are waiting for the show to start.

You look over at him with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, “Hey handsome... Ya seen em’ then?”

“Yeah. They boys are already on it, were gonna make sure they don’t get near ya.” he says to you confidently.

You sigh, your eyes beginning to water, “Wreck... please don’t let em’ take me back there...”

“I promise,” he says grabbing our hands in his large ones, “They won’t get you. So go put on a great show and show em who you are!”

You squeeze your hands in his and then pull him in for a hug, “Thank ya honey!”

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE WELCOME YOU TO TONIGHT HERE AT THE ORD MANTELL ARENA FOR A SPECAIL SHOW! PLEASE WELCOME THE BEST RANCOR RIDER IN THE OUTER RIM Y/N AND HER RANCOR MIDNIGHT!

The crowd screams loudly and you take a deep breath and smile up at Wrecker, “Show time!”

He nods smiling at you again and goes behind the bars, still staying within a few feet of you. You walk to the center of the arena, your purple jumpsuit and matching cowgirl hat shining under the spotlights and turn toward the audience. You smile brightly and tip your hat toward the bad batch making them all smile at you, then you turn toward the cage where Midnight was banging around inside. You press the button, and her cage busts open as she runs out slamming her fists on the ground.

The crowd cheers loudly as you begin to run around the arena in a large circle, feeling the hard steps of Midnight charging behind you. You sprint as hard as you can ahead of her and pull your whip out waiting for the moment she raises her fist. Then you crack your whip around her fist and pull as hard as you can throwing her forward to the ground as you jump on her back. Then you release her fist and wrap the whip around her neck like a leash as she takes you for a bumpy ride around the arena, trying to throw you off her back.

10,11,12,13

You see the timer counting above you as you continue to hold on, Midnight getting more aggressive as she tried to rip you off her back, but you just hold on tightly laughing as the crowd goes wild.

23,24,25,26

Midnight charges toward the wall of the arena so she can slam you against it, but you jump up last second and grab the railing smiling at Omega and Tech as they look at you stunned. Then you turn and jump back onto Midnights back, “YeeHaw!”

36,37,38,39,40

You release the leash and jump from her back onto the arena floor once more. Taking off in a sprint you zig zag around her cage watching as she follows you. Then you run and slide into her cage and she charges straight for you. Last second you roll between her legs and push the button on the cage closing her in once again and the arena erupts into cheers as you take a bow with the biggest smile on your face.

WHAT AN INCREDIBLE RIDE! WE’D EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM THE GEM OF THE OUTER RIM OUR FAVOURITE RANCOR RIDER Y/N!!!!

...

After the show you go around signing things for people with a big smile, but that anxiety is still heavy on your chest as your parents are no longer in the stands. You sign one more paper for a kid when you turn around to your parents standing there, making you jump.

“Cute little show. Now it’s time to stop this foolishness and come back home to fulfill your family obligations.” your dad says sternly.

You back away, “No! I won’t go back and get married to that man!”

“You will listen to your Pa!” your mother yells walking toward you as she grabs your arm.

You pull your arm as hard as you can, but she just squeezes tighter, “I won’t go back! I’m not like you, I’ll never be! Let me go!”

“You heard her. Let her go.” you stop and turn around to see Wrecker and the rest of the bad batch behind him looking furious. Wrecker's eyes flash to yours worried and you nod at him, tears starting to fall.

“This is family business, now I suggest ya leave quietly.” your dad says as he grabs your other arm starting to lead you away as you kick and pull with all your might. You bite your dad's hand and he let’s go just long enough for you to pull your other arm free from your mom, then you turn and run jumping into Wreckers arms.

Your mother steps toward the group of clones, eyeing them angrily, “Just who do you think you are?!”

Wrecker steps forward still holding you tightly in his arms, “I’m her husband!”

The absolute shock on everyone's faces would be comical if you weren’t in near hysterics. All the clones had their eyes on you and Wrecker but said nothing, and your mom almost fainted, “Husband!?”

“Why would you do this? Why would you embarrass us like this!?” your dad shouts as he gestures to the two of you.

You grab Wreckers hand in yours tightly and look up into his eyes, “because I love this man pa! He is strong, and selfless, kind and patient. He loves me without conditions! I would find and marry him in every lifetime before I went back to the ranch!”

Both your parents look at each other, then back at you and the group of clones who had all the blasters at the ready, then they sighed and walked away, “This isn’t over...”

“Yes, it is.” Wrecker says as he watches the two of them leave the arena.

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as a few tears fall from your eyes, “Thank ya kindly y’all. Ya... Ya didn’t have to do that...”

Hunter shows a rare smile, “Of course. Your family. Were gonna trail them and make sure they don’t get any funny ideas. Let's go!”

The boys nod at you, patting your shoulder as they leave, Omega even giving you a quick hug and then it’s just you and Wrecker standing in the arena, your hand still in his. You look at him and see his cheeks are bright red as he tries to avoid your gaze, “y/n I-I'm sorry. I don’t really know why I said the whole... Husband thing I just... I heard what they were tryin’ to do, and I panicked! I couldn’t even imagine you marrying another man I- I mean! Not that were married I just I-”

You pull him toward you and jump up wrapping your legs around his waist as he looks at you stunned. Grabbing both of his burning cheeks you lean forward and kiss him, soft and gentle at first but then he kisses you back eagerly. You pull back for breath smiling, “I liked it when ya called yourself my husband...”

“Really?” he asks shyly.

“Yeah. And I meant every word I said bout’ lovin you Wreck.” you say stroking his cheek gently, “I love ya big guy.”

He smiles brightly, “I-I love ya too!”

You take off your hat and place it on his head with a mischievous smile, “so bout’ this husband offer...”

dividers by @saradika-graphics

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clonetrooperjournals · 23 days ago

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Hello! I was the one who requested the reader who could see ghosts and I just want to say thank you so so so much for writing it! Honestly it was perfect and I’m just stunned and in utter awe at how amazing you write! Been a big fan and I’m super happy you liked the idea! Thank you again! Xx

Aahh! I'm SO glad you liked it! Thank you so much for requesting it! Your so sweet thank you so much! 🥰🥰💕

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Hello!! I had an idea for a 501st x force sensitive reader (maybe a bad batch cameo pls?), where she can see force ghosts of passed clones and she wants to try and find a good way of telling Rex and the others boys that their brothers are ok and happy. Maybe she gets headaches because ghost fives is talking her ear off while she’s trying to listen to the briefing.

Hope you had a good weekend!! Love your work!xx

Summary : You have a secret... You can see dead people. What happens when Captain Rex finds out? Pairings : Captain Rex x Fem!reader (Mechanic reader) x Fives? Warnings : ansgt, talks of death, talks of ghosts, talks of fives death and the beginnings of order 66, fluffy, cute ending, Rex is adorably awkward Words : 3.8k A/N : Okay I am in LOVE with this request! I had so much fun with this and I went a little crazy but I really hope you love it! It's absolutely one of my favourite stories I've done so far! And the Yoda cameo? we love to see our favourite little green Jedi! All ghosts talk in italics masterlist here

Be quiet

Be quiet!

Your head was pounding as you and your astromech R0-80 (or ROBO) were currently welding new paneling to a shuttle that is scheduled to leave in the morning. All around you whispers and cries that only you could hear were bouncing off your skull, giving you a wicked headache. Normally you could just ignore it and push through, you have your whole life but, on days like today when the talking is so loud you can’t think straight.

Please! I know you can hear me!

“Robo can you do the bottom of the shuttle while I weld the top?”

He chirps happily and rolls off under the ship to continue welding. Slowly and shakily, you climb up to the roof of the shuttle and start welding again.

I need to complete my mission!

Just ignore it. Just ignore it. Just ignore it.

You take a deep breath and continue your welds, slowly with slightly shaky hands but still straight. You finish your panel and move onto the next one, slowly crawling over to the next spot and it is only then that a voice yells out to you.

Please listen to me!

The shout makes you jump and lose your footing, and you go flailing backwards and fall off the top of the ship hitting the hangar floor with a hard thud! You lie there for a moment stunned, the voices quieter than normal, your vision slightly dizzy, when you hear heavy footsteps approach you.

“You alright ma’am?”

A gloved hand waves in front of your eyes making you jump. You look up to a blonde head and the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Once the dizziness settles for a moment you realize that Captain Rex is standing over you looking concerned. You can hear quiet chuckles in the distance whether those are from other soldiers or from the voices you're not sure.

Your cheeks go bright red as you slowly sit up instantly regretting it as your head pounds behind your eyes, “I’m ok- Ouch!”

“Don’t move I’ll call Kix to come look at ya.” he says already comming the medic before you can protest, “Kix, we need you in the hangar and bring your kit!”

You look down closing your eyes to ease the aching of your head and to ignore the gaze of the beautiful captain above you, “Really captain I’m alright. No need to waste resources...”

“There’s no such thing as wasted resources when someone's in need.” he says gently patting your shoulder with a small smile.

You’ve watched Captain Rex and his men of the 501 since your first day. Like all the soldiers they gave a strong presence wherever they go and even though they are a bit radical like their general and commander you always admired them. They are really sweet and goofy and have even come over to talk to you sometimes while you were working asking you random questions, you think it was pre mission jitters that made them come over to you because there really isn’t any other reason to come talk to you but you appreciate it nonetheless.

Looks like captain is flirting. Didn’t know he knew how.

“He’s not flirting shut up!” you hiss.

Rex looks down at you with red ears, “What was that?”

You look up at him your cheeks burning bright, “Umm nothing!”

Rapid footsteps approach the two of you and you both turn to see Kix, “I’m here captain! Where’s my patient?”

“Our mechanic here took a fall from the top of the shuttle. I think she hit her head pretty good.” he explains while Kix opens his med kit and grabs a scanner. You sigh as he goes over your whole body, feeling the embarrassment of lying on the hangar floor being checked for injuries while groups of soldiers walk by and stare as they get prepped to leave on their next mission.

Kix looks down at you with a smile, “Good news is there’s no concussion. Just a visible bump on the head for the time being. A bacta patch and you’ll be good to go.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” you say gently with a smile.

Kix applies the patch to your head making you wince, “Just doing my job. Now you be more careful up there. Don't wanna bruise that pretty face of yours.”

And now Kix is flirting... I shouldn’t be surprised all the boys are fawning over you. You are beautiful. Maybe I should shoot my shot too eh cyare?

“Kriffin hell please stop talking!” you say exasperated only to realize you said that out loud and both clones look at you with sheepish, confused expressions. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean that I... wasn’t talking to you...”

Rex and Kix both look at you confused, “Who were you talking too?”

“U-Uh... myself.”

Kix grabs his scanner from his bag again with a concerned look, “I’m gonna scan you again just to be safe...”

What the three of you didn’t know is that Master Yoda had made an unexpected trip down from the temple to the hangar when he felt something odd in the force. He stood from a far watching you as various fallen clones try to get your attention. The only way they would be this persistent is if they knew you could hear them, or see them...

As Kix stands over you with the scanner and Rex beside him you hear a faint tapping sound getting closer and the three of you turn to see Master Yoda coming toward you.

“General!”

Master Yoda nods at them as he stares directly at you with a curious smile, “come with me young one. Much to discuss we do!”

...

You remember the first time you seen a ghost, you were five years old. Your parents had been telling you a story about your grandma who had passed away many years ago, reminiscing on the time they had with her with fond smiles. You had never met her, but you had seen a holophoto of her taken a few days before her passing. As they told stories from the memories they had of her an old woman faded into view behind your mother. She had the same bright blue eyes that your mom had, and her hair was long and grey, braided in two braids just as your grandma always wore.

She smiled at you with a brightly, and you tilted your head curious, “What’s your name?”

Your parents looked at you startled wondering who you were talking to when they see you were talking to the empty wall behind your mother.

My name is Mary-Ann.

“Mary-Ann is a pretty name. My grandma has that name!” you say happily. Your parents look between you and the empty wall in horror not understanding what is happening in that moment. The old woman walks across the room slowly with her cane and stops in front of you.

You my granddaughter have a gift. Something special that not a lot of people have.

“I have a gift? You mean like superpowers?”

She chuckles warmly. Yes, you have been given the sight to see those who became one with the force once more.

“What’s the force?” you ask.

It's what connects all living things and if you have a special power like yours, it can connect you to things that are no longer living as well.

“So... I can see ghosts?”

Yes, that right. Though many of us do not have the strength to appear before you. You will hear most of us without ever seeing us.

“So, I can’t see the ghosts but... I can hear them?”

As you grow, so will your gift. It will be hard, and you will suffer, but my dear the force chose you for a reason. Never forget that. Take care and may the force be with you...

She fades away slowly, and it is just you and your parents again. You look at your parents and their shocked expressions as tears fall from your eyes, “can you tell me more stories about grandma?”

After that encounter you started to hear people, whispers and quiet conversations of people who weren’t there. You very rarely seen a ghost, but you did on occasion. You came to learn that the more you knew about someone, if you had pictures or memories or stories that connected you to them in some way you had a higher chance of seeing them if they chose to appear before you.

You thought it was really cool at first, you had a super power that nobody else had, not even the Jedi, but as time went on and you would constantly hear voices talking in your ear, or cries of those who suffered before they died it changed you. You constantly got headaches, you mumbled and whispered to yourself as a way to ease the voices to thinking you were talking to them. You had no friends because everyone labeled you the weird kid, the one parents told their kids not to play with because something wasn’t right with you. Your parents tried there hardest, they took you to doctors, specialists and shamans, but nothing helped and nothing worked.

You continued to grow up isolated and alone with only the voices and ghosts of the past to comfort you over a gift you never asked for. You started to ignore the voices, ignore the ghosts and instead do everything in your power to drown out the noise. You took up mechanics, constantly tinkering and building, taking things apart and putting them back together. The loud noise of the tools, the memorizing of manuals, the comfort you felt in being able to fix something that's been broken like you wish someone could do for you, it became your life. You excelled in mechanics and when the war started you decided that you could use your skills for good and joined the GAR. It was also because the Jedi were the only people you haven't tried to talk to about your gift, and you figured if they couldn’t help you then nobody could.

You sat on a mat in front of Master Yoda as you told him all this his eyes never leaving yours. Somewhere during your explanation, you started crying and you felt as crazy as you probably looked to the old Jedi. He smiled at you, “Yes. A gift you have... From the force indeed it is...”

You sigh wiping the tears from your eyes, “but why me? I can’t do anything a Jedi can. I can’t lift things or jump high or fight with a saber. All I can do is hear people I don’t want to hear!”

“A mystery this is... Research we must do... Louder the voices have become, yes?” he asks you.

You nod, “Yes. I think... the fallen soldiers are talking to me.”

“Yes... Sense them around you I do.” he says as he sits in front of you now grabbing your hands, “Know you can hear them, they do...”

Master Yoda waves a hand around your head and your headache eases, the voices that were trying to get your attention now a whisper. “What did you do?”

“Trick of the mind. To quiet the voices. Still there they are but... less.” he explains simply and gets up again, “tell no one of this you must. Call for you when I know more, I will.”

You nod gratefully toward him, “Thank you, Master Yoda!”

...

The next day you sat in the mess hall at a table in the far corner away from everyone. Rex walks in with Jesse and sees you out of the corner of his eye and smiles slightly at you. You sat cross legged on your chair, your sandwich shoved in your mouth while you were tinkering with a bunch of small parts that looked like junk, but he could tell it wasn’t junk to you. Your hair was pulled up into a high tail that swung every time you turned your head, and your eyes kept scanning around you like you were looking for something. Rex grabs his lunch and against his better judgement walks over to your table.

“Hey uh... Mind if I sit here?” he asks with a hesitant smile.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you rip your sandwich out of your mouth, “S-Sure!”

He sits down and looks over at your bandage, “How's your head?”

“Hmm? Oh! It’s okay, I’m okay!” you say smiling, your cheeks burning. You look down at the parts you were tinkering with to avoid his gaze.

“What are you working on?” he asks trying to carry on the conversation.

You look up your gaze flickering between the parts in your hand and the warm brown eyes of the captain, “Umm... it will be a solar energy powered stun grenade...”

He looks startled, “You're building a stun grenade in the mess hall... for fun?”

“It’s solar powered. Which means it won’t go off and hurt anyone unless its charged with sunlight. And I... like to build things... keeps my hands and my mind busy.” you shrug as you continue to pull parts and jigsaw them into a sphere.

Oh Cap’s got it bad! He’s getting embarrassed look at his ears!

You casually glance up and see his ears turning red as he stirs his soup and you smile at him warmly, “You know Captain, this is the first time someone's sat with me at lunch.”

“R-Really?” he asks stunned.

You nod again, “Yeah, I’m... a little weird. Most people don’t enjoy my company...”

“Well, I enjoy your company.” he states matter of fact making you both blush and look down.

We all knew the captain was awkward but this is just painful...

You sigh at the soldier's voice and put the final pieces of the grenade together completing it. You smile at your little contraption and when you look at Rex, he’s watching you with a gentle smile, “You’re not weird you know. I think your pretty interesting.”

“Just wait. You keep hanging around me you’ll see...”

He chuckles, “Can’t wait.”

Captain you sly dog you!

Jesse comes over to your table and puts his tray down beside Rex eyeing you and him with a grin, “Hope you don’t mind captain but the other tables full and I would rather sit at a table with a beautiful view.”

Kriffin hell! The di’kut stole my line!

You chuckle at him as Rex looks at him exasperated, “who taught you that line? It's terrible.”

“Fives obviously. Who else?” he says with a sad smile that Rex returns.

“Whose Fives?” you ask curiously already thinking you may have the name of the soldier whose been annoying you for the last two months.

They both look to each other and nod, “He was one of the finest arc troopers in the army of the republic. He was also a terrible flirt.”

“And he had the most ridiculous sense of humor!” Jesse laughs.

Rex smiles warmly, “Yeah. He always stood up for us and all our brothers. Losing him hurt more than most...”

“Sounds handsome.” you smirk and the two of them start laughing.

Jesse slaps the table he’s laughing so hard, “We all have the same face ya know!”

“Thanks for the reminder” you wink at Rex, and he blushes hard rubbing the back of his neck.

Maker just ask her out already! It's embarrassing captain. Man up!

You try not to laugh at the nagging fallen soldier, “Why did he choose the name Fives?”

“His number is CT-5555. He even got a five tattooed on the side of his head,” Rex explains thoughtfully as you take a sip of water. It is then that a soldier starts to appear beside Rex, his hand on his shoulder. You lock eyes and you choke spitting your water across the table at Jesse and Rex.

“Oh maker! I-I'm so sorry I- hold on!” you stammer completely flustered as you grab a napkin and lean across the table to wipe Rex’s face.

You can see me! You see me! I know you did!

“It’s alright. I can get it y/n you don’t have to...” he says flustered as Jesse chuckles wiping his own face beside him.

You hand Jesse another napkin, “I am so sorry I promise I didn’t mean to do that I just... kriffin hell! I gotta go!”

You jump up grabbing your stuff and shoving it into your bag as you run off flustered and embarrassed beyond belief, leaving the two soldiers wet and confused. Rex looks beside him to the empty space wondering what you saw that spooked you so bad.

...

You sat on top of Master Yoda’s starfighter giving it routine maintenance to keep your mind busy. You heart hadn’t stopped racing since you left Captain Rex and Jesse in the mess, you really are ridiculous. Why do you even try to make friends? Honestly as if Rex would see you as anything other than a mechanic with a tendency to do the stupidest things. This is why you're better off alone, so you don’t get your hopes up.

Don’t throw a pity party it was a mistake. Honestly it was my fault.

“Of course it was your fault! You’ve been yapping in my ears for the last two months! What do you want?”

Fives sits on the hood of the starfighter looking down. Honestly, I’m not sure. I just... can’t rest until I know my brothers are safe.

You drop your tools in your toolbox, “Fives were literally in the middle of a war! Nobody can promise their safety!”

I know Rex put in a report on what happened when I... died. I know he’s searching for answers. Please tell him to be careful, it’s not his time to join me yet. He needs to finish what I started, for all of us but he has to be careful.

You sigh rubbing your aching head, “That’s an awful lot of responsibility to put on one man.”

Yes, but he can do it. He’s Captain of the 501, if he can put up with us and General Skywalker he sure as hell can do just about anything...

You hop out of the star fighter and sit on the hood beside Fives. You were right he was handsome. His hair was cut short showing his fives tattoo on the side of his head and a cute triangle goatee on his chin, and this lazy smirk that you could tell got him in all kinds of trouble.

“Is there something else?” you ask quietly.

He looks at you startled for a moment and then smiles knowingly. Yes. I want him to be happy. We all have had our fair share of loss but Cap he... has had to deal with so much. He needs a light at the end of the tunnel ya know?

You nod not really understanding where he was going with this.

He's had a crush on you for a long time and I-

You gasp, “He what!? Fives that’s not true...”

I’m not lying. It's pathetic really. He watches you when he thinks no one is looking. He even drunkenly admitted at 79’s one time that he wanted to ask you out but he’s just too busy to commit to anything and he wants to do right by you if he’s gonna ask you.

Your cheeks heat up, “Th-There’s no way. We barely talk. I literally spit water at him today like a lunatic! And that’s not including I'm literally sitting here talking to you beyond the grave right now! I am a mess, he doesn’t want me!”

He smiles at you warmly, y/n... you might just be what each other needs and you both don’t know it...

You sigh, “You said it yourself. Rex has been through so much. The last thing he needs is another person with issues to come into his life and cause more chaos for him to clean up. No matter how much I like him... I will not put him through more grief...”

“You like me?”

You jump as you look down and see Rex standing in front of the ship with bright red cheeks and wide eyes, you turn to Fives and he’s laughing, “You did this on purpose didn’t you? You knew he was there?” Fives just shrugs his shoulders and continues to chuckle. “If you weren’t already dead I would strangle you right now!”

You slide off the ship and stand in front of Rex your cheeks on fire, “How much of that did you hear?”

“I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been here for a while and I think we need to take you back to Kix because-”

“Rex... I have a secret. A gift that I’ve had since I was a kid, it’s... I can hear and sometimes see people who have... died.” you whisper while not looking at him. You can’t bear to see his expression.

“You...? Can see ghosts?” he asks confused.

“Y-Yes I can. And it’s alright if you don’t believe me, it's a lot to process which is why I don't tell people, and I shouldn’t even be telling you right now, but I just want you to know that I’m not crazy! I- well honestly, I might be crazy-”

“y/n”

“And I really don’t want to cause you any more trouble than I already have I-”

“y/n”

“Even if you don’t believe me, I just want to continue being frie-”

He grabs your waist and kisses you, hard. You freeze, all around you, you can hear cheers from thousands of soldiers only you can hear making your ears ring and your head pound, but you could care less in that moment. Fives stands off on the side hollering with a huge smile.

Atta boy Cap!

He pulls away and strokes your cheek, “I believe you y/n. And like I told you earlier today, I think you’re really interesting. I didn’t realize how interesting you were going to be but... I still wanna ask you out if that’s okay with you?”

“Really? After knowing what you know about me?” you ask stunned.

He nods, “The Jedi can do impossible things so who's to say there aren’t other people in our galaxy that can do them too?” he leans forward his head touching yours, “so can I ask you on a date then?”

You smile and you feel his breath on your lips, “I would love to go out with you Rex.”

Finally! I’m dead and even I didn’t know if he was gonna go through with it!

You can’t help but laugh, “Shut up Fives!”

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Hello, I saw your “Cry baby” fic and absolutely fell in love with your page lol, I was wondering if you could do a Bad Batch x Reader where’s she shy and they’re like “wow she wouldn’t hurt a fly how will she fit in with us?” But then one of them gets hurt in the field and they see her b!tch slapping droids out of the way and sucker punching anyone in her way so she can get to the injured clone. Hope you’re doing well! -🤍

Summary : You are a civilian medic who asks to be assigned to Clone force 99. The boys wonder why someone actually wants to work with them but turns out your a little weird too... Pairings : Pre-order 66 Crosshair x Fem!reader Warnings : mentions of injury, slight angst, self doubt talk, fluff, cute, happy ending, crosshair being a softie Words : 2.2k A/N : So sorry this request took so long! I hope you enjoy it! I went a slight different route but I do like how it turned out! Crosshair is the secret softie we all love and that made him the star of this fic masterlist here

When the bad batch first got assigned a field medic, they thought it was a joke.

“H-Hello boys...” you say with bright red cheeks and your fists curled into your jacket.

The four clones look over you like skeptically, Crosshair is of course the first to speak up, “what is this? She's the same size as the gonk droid!”

Standing in front of them was this small 5ft woman in a medic's uniform that you hand stitched full of flowers and had ribbons tied in your boots. Your hair was pulled into a high ponytail and your eyes sparkled in the sunlight, you were the most innocent and beautiful person they’ve ever seen. What the hell were you doing working for them?

Hunter walks over to you with a curious look, “I’m Seargeant Hunter. You’re the medic?”

“Y-Yes that’s me...” you say with a shy smile, “I put in a request to work... with your squad.”

Tech walks over then, circling around you analyzing, “You... want to work with us?”

“Yes! I don’t really fit in and I-I thought...” you stutter nervously kicking your boot back and forth, “I just wanted... to work with people who were different too...”

They all look at you stunned, and Hunter grins, “Well let’s see if you can keep up.”

You trail your gaze over the four clones with a bright smile, “That won’t be a problem!”

...

It indeed was not a problem, and a year later it still shocks them every time. That first mission you went on with the bad batch was a rough one and as they geared up, they kept glancing over at their little medic with worry but, you just hummed quietly to yourself as you braided your hair and strapped two blasters to your sides like it was just another day.

When the Marauder landed on the planet all hell broke loose, and droids were coming from every side. Somewhere in the chaos Tech commed you that he broke his leg and needed you to come and set it mid battle. You were up on the ridge with Crosshair, and you looked over the field searching for Tech. You found him lying behind a pile of scrap and then turned toward Crosshair, “Cover me.”

Crosshair watched your entire demeanor shift from the cute shy woman with ribbons on her boots to a confident young woman. You hopped over the ridge drawing both blasters and running full speed to Tech. Crosshair cleared your path as you ran and all the boys watched as you blasted your way through battle droids, even picking up a dismembered droid arm and using it as a weapon. After what seemed like only a few seconds you slid in front of Tech kicking down a battle droid on your way and blasting its head right before it could shoot you and Tech.

Tech looked at you wide eyed and curious, “Fascinating...”

“Let’s get that leg set.” You grinned pulling out your med bag. After that day they never questioned you on your skills.

...

Currently you and the batch were getting ready to be deployed to Felucia and you were excited to travel to the jungle planet. There were so many amazing plants and flowers that were native there and you wanted to collect samples for your flower wall you had curated on the ship, the thought alone made you smile with joy.

As you sat in your bunk packing your first aid kit, humming a tune to yourself you didn’t notice Crosshair watching you from his bunk, “You seem... Offley happy to be back out in the field.”

“Maybe a little... There are these specific flowers that grow on Felucia and they are this beautiful shade of blue that glows in the moonlight! Oh, I want one so bad...” you sigh to yourself.

Crosshair just rolls his eyes, trying not to smile at you, “You’re starting to sound like Tech.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You say sticking your tongue out at him with blushing cheeks, making him crack a rare smile.

Your relationship with the batch over the past year has been so wholesome, you really feel like these clones are your family. It’s the little things, like listening to Tech as he spews facts about random things or helping Hunter with the paperwork to send in or fake arm wrestling with Wrecker when he’s bored. They became your boys, and you became their girl, but what you want more than anything is for Crosshair to look at you like a woman.

The crush didn’t start right away, you thought that he genuinely didn’t like you at first, but his brothers assured you that that’s just how he is and slowly, you started to figure out what made Crosshair tick. You could tell when he was angry or when he was trying to tough it out and hide his feelings, slowly you began to see him in a whole new light. Then your heart started to flutter when he would talk to you, you would blush when he would make small comments about your appearance, and you looked forward to his playful banter and rare smiles. You were smitten, but you weren’t going to act on your feelings because he doesn’t see you as anything other than a young naive woman with flowers in her hair.

You hop up out of your bunk just as the marauder breaks atmosphere on Felucia. Tech drops the ship on an outer ridge hiding in the foliage of the jungle forest. Crosshair watches as you bounce on the balls of your feet, your braids swinging in that adorable little way that they do. You've slowly wormed your way past his defenses and into his heart, though he’ll never say it out loud. You are an impressive woman so full of love and hope and sparkle, usually those things make him want to bury himself alive but as you seem to be the walking embodiment, he’s come to fall for its charms.

“Tech and Wrecker, you lead the front, Crosshair you and the doc take the western ridge, and Doc... Do not engage unless I or Crosshair give the okay. There is a lot going on here and we don’t want you to get hurt.”

You nod slinging your kit over your shoulder, “Got it Sarge.”

You all leave the ship and head out into the jungle, your eyes go wide as you turn to Crosshair with a big smile, “Wow! Are you seeing this Cross? It’s amazing!”

“Sure doc.” He says while rolling his eyes.

The two of you walk through the jungle up to the western ridge and Crosshair can’t help but chuckle at the way you whip your head back and forth with a smile at all the plants and flowers. You gently stroke you hand over a seemingly harmless flower and it twirls its petals making you smile brightly. Quietly he sets up his scope and waits for Hunter to give the signal while you continue to admire your surroundings.

After a short while you feel the ground start to thump and you look at Crosshair to see if he felt it too. He nods at you and puts his finger to his lips for the two of you to be quiet, then the source of the thumping comes into view, and you freeze. The largest Rancor you’ve ever seen is walking towards you with two younglings and you turn to Crosshair panicked and whisper, “What are we gonna do?”

The young rancor's turn their gaze directly toward the two of you and start to hit the ground excitedly making you jump. You look at Crosshair in a panic and he whispers in your ear, “Were gonna jump.”

Before you can answer, Crosshair grabs your waist and the two of you go tumbling down the ridge hard and fast. You can hear the thumping footsteps of the rancor's on your tail as you skid to a stop, Crosshair still holding you tightly. The two of you jump up and take off in a run, ignoring the aching throughout your body, and you hear Hunter on the coms.

What's going on?

We've got an incoming!

There’s no separatists from that location.

Not separatists!

By the time Hunter could ask what is going on he sees you and Crosshair sprinting across the field with a mama rancor and two babies hot on your tail. Wrecker turns around and laughs happily, “Oh yeah! Let's go!”

Just as you are about to come up with the others you feel a hard swipe and you get thrown across the field. The mama and baby rancor's continue their charge towards the rest of the batch as you lie there stunned for a moment. You feel the large gash in your side pooling blood as you slowly sit up with a groan, and you reach into your med kit to give yourself a stim for the time being. Then you pull yourself up and run over to the others your blasters drawn. You can see Wrecker laughing as he takes on the mama rancor meanwhile Hunter, Crosshair and Tech are leading the babies away back into the jungle. Of course, it is then that a squad of battle droids pops out from the eastern ridge charging toward your location.

You sigh and turn to Wrecker as you shoot the first droids, “We’ve got company!”

...

You all lean up against the ship battered but still holding on. Hunter has his arm in a sling and Wrecker is rubbing bacta gel on his knuckles from the fist fight he got into with the mama rancor. The mission was a success, eventually, you had to improvise and ended up using the mama rancor to your advantage redirecting her anger towards the battle droids which ended up working in your favor. You were covered in mud and aching, the gash on your side had started bleeding again but you had no energy to stand let alone deal with your injury. Crosshair walks over to you and notices the way you are grabbing your side, “You alright doc?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I think I just need to lie down...” you mumble as you start to fall forward woozily.

Crosshair quickly grabs you before you hit the ground and calls for his brother, “Woah! Okay Tech!”

You mumble something and Crosshair brings his ear close to you, his ears going red as he hears what you're saying in your haze, “Cross don’t let me go... stay with me please...”

Your eyes roll back in your head, and your vision starts to fade to black, the last thing you can hear is the sound of Crosshair yelling for you to stay with him...

...

Slowly you open your eyes to the dull light of the marauder, and the cold of space. You trail your arm down to your side and feel the fresh tight bandages and as you turn your head to the side you jump in surprise making you wince, “Crosshair?”

He sat on the floor across from your bunk, twirling his toothpick and watching you with a slight worry in his eyes, “Your awake.”

“What happened?” you ask as you try to sit up but stop when you feel the ache in your side.

He sighs, “the rancor hit you pretty good, you lost a lot of blood...”

You look down at yourself and immediately start blushing hard as you realize that you’re in your bra, instantly you pull the blanket up yourself trying to hide the last shred of dignity you have in front of the sexy sniper but he gives you a mischievous smirk and he slides toward you, “We had to get rid of your shirt to properly apply the bandages. Don’t worry, I was gentle.”

You throw the blanket over your head, your face burning, “kriffin hell...”

“Don’t worry I’m a professional,” he chuckles as he pulls the blanket down to your nose, “you good?”

You sit up slowly, keeping the blanket wrapped around you still blushing, “Yeah... I’m good. Thanks for staying with me.”

He nods and throws you a shirt to which you slip on carefully while blushing like crazy. You see your med bag placed neatly at the end of your bunk with something on top that makes you freeze. “Is that...?”

A large blue flower, the same one you were telling Cross about earlier that day laid on top of your bag. You looked over at him and he shrugged, his ears red as he avoided your gaze. You gently picked up the flower with the biggest smile on your face, “When did you... have time to grab this?”

“I made it work. I remember you saying that you... wanted the flower so...”

With a rush of emotion, you lean forward and kiss his cheek, “Thank you Crosshair!”

You both freeze after realizing what you just did, your cheeks a flame the same as his. He looks up at you with a look you can’t place and grabs your chin. You can feel his breath on your lips as he spits his toothpick behind you and without warning he kisses you slowly and passionately. You drop the flower and grab his face kissing back hard, making him smile into the kiss.

He pulls away with heavy lids, “If your gonna kiss me doc, do it properly.”

“So, I can do it again?” you ask breathless.

He just chuckles and nods kissing you again and again and again...

dividers by @moosgraphics & @saradika-graphics

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