Forever And Always

Hi! College student who just write things for fun! It’s a little hobby of mine! I’m multi-fandomed, but usually stick to Star Wars :D

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explosive

Pairing(s): Wrecker, Jedi! Reader, mentions of the batch and some other clones

Overview: It shouldn’t have worked. Loud and quiet? Big and small? Clone and Jedi? Soldier and General- no, it didn’t make sense. Shouldn’t have worked. But it did. But no one’s complaining.

Warning(s): none!, female reader, just fluff, a little short, Wrecker makes fun of the name Chris (sorry to all Chris’s out there), Wrecker also briefly makes fun of Boil playfully, if you squint, one line implied about future sexual actions but nothing actually sexual or explicit

Word-count: 1445

Song that kinda reminds me of this:

He dwarfed you. Insanely so. But, even with the size advantage, with just a flick of your hand, he could go flying. Both strong. Just in different ways. He was strong with his body. You were strong with your mind. And he could be, too! ….sometimes.

Either way, it shouldn’t have worked out.

A clone and a Jedi in hiding.

A soldier and a would-be general.

Manufactured and natural.

It shouldn’t have worked out. Should it?

But it did. Somehow.

‘Wanna hear of the time I sliced the stinger of the Yalbec queen and all the males tried t’eat us?!’

He’d already told you this story, but with that excited grin, the one that showed pearly whites and had the corners of his eyes crinkling, like twin moons on their sides, how could you possibly say no to that?

‘Yeah. Sure, what happened, Wreck’?’

It started small. Whatever happened between the two of you. It wasn’t always there. It started small. Barely anything.

Wrecker was naturally friendly. Passionate. Easily excited. Sometimes a bit… boisterous, and, explosive, in more ways than others, but—- hah, if he weren’t, then that’d make him boring! And you, well…

You were… a Jedi. And like most Jedi’s— you were, considerably calmer than him. You internalized more things. Weren’t really, all that expressive as he was. Not as loud and definitely not as explosive.

The two of you were complete opposites. It shouldn’t have worked. But it did.

You caught him staring at you more times than you could count. Each time, he’d stare for a little longer for a split second, mouth parted in some small, open smile, before it seemed like he finally processed you were looking back, and his mouth snapped shut and his eyes would widen before he whipped his head away from you into a different direction, so violent you feared it’d snap one day. It did, once. With a huge crack that had you gasping but he acted like nothing happened.

(Lies. You caught him groaning about it with little Omega smoothing a bactapatch on the back of his neck later.)

The next time it happened, you flashed him a faint smile and raised your hand, fingers twiddling in his direction in a playful greeting, and he flashed you a big grin, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to mimic the same wave with his other hand, but his fingers, thick and calloused, brushed against eachother too much and made it rather awkward looking. You laughed at it.

Wrecker could’ve sworn his heart exploded at that moment.

Then there were other things. See, Wrecker was a naturally physically affectionate person. No shame, no shyness. If he was happy, he’d express it with a whoop and a slap on the back to whoever was closest to him. Tight bear hugs, hair ruffles, nudges and shoves— just casual intimacy.

Until it wasn’t. NOT that it was sexual- no- no, no! Wrecker would never, at least, not yet, but that was a topic for later. Only if you wanted to.

But, it just, wasn’t as playful, y’know? Large hand drifting to your lower back while guiding you through the market. ‘Cuz ya dunno what kinda creeps stay around places like this, he explained. You didn’t question him. Or how he’d pick you up like a princess when he had no reason to. Didn’t want ya to get dirty or wet!

It was a tiny puddle. But you thanked him anyways.

And then, there was when you finally figured out. Wrecker talked to Lula. A huge secret of his, (that everyone knew about but just didn’t say they did to spare his pride), and one night— you just, happened to walk in on it.

‘——-on’t even know- but, s’like- this- huge, huge, thump on my chest, ya know? Like- like I blew up my own chest! Ha! But I— I haven’t. ‘Cuz I didn’t even press a button. Didn’t set it off—- she did. It’s always ‘er doin’ it. I dunno if s’like… some Jedi thing or what- but it goes off like a bomb, Lula.’

Pressed yourself up against the wall, peaked through the small crack of the curtain of Omega’s room that Wrecker made in the ship, where he sat crosslegged with the plush tooka in his lap.

‘I like ‘er, Lula.’ Oh.

‘I like her, a lot, ‘n I don’t… m’not really good with stuff like that. I don’t wanna be all— dumb, about it, and wreck this.’

You didn’t have to hear any more. That’s when you slid away, moving to your own area of the ship, grabbing your own plush that Omega and Wrecker made for you out of patches of clothing and twine and torn fabric. Uneven stitches, dried glue in some areas that you supposed where they ran out of string, messy and falling apart but yours. Your own tooka. You didn’t name it. Just had it. Cherished it, of course, but now you had an idea of what to do with it.

Grabbing the stuffed animal, you made your way back to where Wrecker was still babbling, and didn’t even announce yourself, pushing the curtain back and plopping down in front of him.

He sputtered, shutting up and laughing loudly- a little too loud, speaking a little too fast, almost moving to scramble up, but you stopped him with a raised hand, holding your tooka up for him to see and gave him a shy smile.

‘Watch this. I wanna show you something.’ You had said. And he listened, looked behind him like you were for some reason talking to someone else, before plopping himself back down, awkwardly holding Lula in his hands.

‘Lula’s a girl, yeah?’ ‘Uh- yea!’

Smiling at him, you raised your index finger, raising the plush out of his hands to hover in the air, making him gasp. Oooh- a show of the Force? A show? By you? He was captured. Utterly.

You then lifted your own, so they were both hovering in the air limply, like marionette’s held up by invisible strings.

‘Well, for this play, I guess mine could be the boy.’

Wrecker snorted.

‘Yeah, a real small boy- Lula absolutely towers over him! She could crush ‘im!’

That had you letting out a huff of laughter, eyes twinkling in amusement, before making a small swirl with your pointer, making both stuffed animals sit up straight, yours sitting up straight, small head turning while Lula circled around it, plush arms raised to mimic a pose of someone with their hands on their hips. Both tookas looking like they came to life, just from a few tricks of the Force.

‘What should his name be? Like- a random boy name. Maybe…. Chris?’

‘Eugh— wha’-?!’

‘What?’

‘Chris-? Who names their kid Chris- I ain’t ever met a Chris in my life, and I met quite a lot of people with weird names, like- uh, Boil, yeah.’

‘Isn’t that one of Cody’s men?’

‘Well- yea- but, Chris is worse. Is that foreign-?’

‘No-‘

‘Yuka! Like Lula- but uh- the boy version-!’

‘Wouldn’t that be Luka?’

‘….nah.’ ‘Yuka it is.’

So— without pondering the version of Lula’s gender swapped name, you moved on with the show. Told some playful, silly story that you made up on the spot, that had a splash of romance. …who are you kidding, the entire story was supposed to be romantic.

Wrecker was entranced. Lula was a strong princess, warrior. And Yuka was a powerful wizard. They couldn’t be in love, because wizard’s weren’t supposed to, and princesses deserved princes. But they fell in love anyways. At the end, you gently pushed their plush faces together, mimicking a kiss before letting them float back down into Wrecker’s lap, who was all doe eyed and amazed.

You hoped that he got the essential idea of the story. He didn’t. So, you sighed it out.

‘That was supposed to be me and you, Wrecker.’

Silence.

‘…I’m no girl. And you’re not a boy—-‘

‘Well- yeah, but I just mean—‘

Suddenly, he gasped. Like it all clicked together. Like he realized what you meant. Like he realized that you felt the same.

You only gave him a playful shrug and a not sorry smirk, leaning forward and pecking his lips, making him blank out. And then she was striding out, and he shouted after her.

‘He—-ey! Wait- that’s not fair- come back!’ Before chasing after her.

So yeah. They shouldn’t have fit together. Shouldn’t have clicked. Shouldn’t have made sense.

Because Wrecker- oh, Maker, he was an explosive. But… somehow, you were the detonator. So honestly? Yeah. It did make sense.

It did.

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@doctorstoast

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I need a doctor, oh!

Pairing(s): Kix, reader

Overview: you were a medic. Not a patient, but after being exposed to a couple of chemicals, you quickly turned into one. Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, Kix was there to take care of you.

Warning(s): none. This is pure fluff, but it’s insanely short.

Word-count: 564

Aaaaaand you were in the medical bay.

Well, a normal place to be, yeah. You were a medic, after all, but this time, it wasn’t you taking care of the patients. Quite the opposite.

You were being taken care of.

It wasn’t anything deadly, really. You just happened to get in some chemicals that your partner did say to be careful in, and they broke and naturally, you were having a reaction. Kix had already pushed the needle into your arm, medicine flooding your veins and soothing the swelling and itchiness. It felt like your arm was pulsing, like it was fiery hot but piercing cold at the same time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“I told you not to mess with those, [name]!” He had. He really had. You only gave a sheepish shrug while he paced back and forth before facing you with a frown with his hands on his hips. “You could’ve died.” You immediately protested. “But I didn’t! I’m sorry, Kix, really,”

He gave you a stern glare, lips pursing. “You should be. Can’t even stand up on your own. I’m having you on bed rest for two days.”

“What!?” You shot up from the bunk, eyes widening and brows furrowing with your mouth open to protest, but he only pushed you back down. “You heard me. I can’t have you working when you’re not feeling well, as a medic, that’s an order.” You gawked. “So am I.” And he only shrugged, standing up before moving to the door. “No,” he retorted, before giving you a smug smile. “You’re a patient,” and with that smug remark, he left the medbay. You groaned.

You were gonna work whether he liked it or not.

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“[NAME]!”

You jumped, whipping to the source of the noise, only to see a fuming Kix standing at the front of the medbay.

“Get. Out.” He demanded, tone sharp and firm, and you only batted your eyes at him. “[name], get out.” “No.” “Cyar’ika—”

“Kix, I can work!” You breathed in exasperation, and he sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You were poisoned a day ago.”

“Yeah—- I would’ve started working tomorrow anyways! I’m starting early!” He only gave you a nonplussed look. And you shrugged, lips pressing into a thin line while you crossed your arms.

“[name], get back to your bunk. Please.”

Now that had you bending a little. Fingers digging a little deeper into your arms, eyes averting from his own. He sighed, head tilting and eyes softening. “Please.” He repeated, even softer. And well… you can’t really say no to that, can you?

So, begrudgingly, you made your way over to the medical bed, plopping yourself down while he hooked you back up. And, honestly, you did feel much better. Truth be told, your legs were shaking and it was hard to stand up before he got here. So maybe this was better. Though, you still wanted to work. You were basically able to! But, before you could plot anything about getting back to work, Kix already had a gloved hand brushing against your head, moving some of your hair back. And that made you stop.

“Just a couple hours of rest. Then, you can keep working.” he promised, leaning down and pressing a fleeting kiss to your temple, smoothing down your hair.

Yeah. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

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@clonesdserveb3tter

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Currently begging for any requests so uh, yeah. If y’all can come up with anything, just ask— I’m begging, the writers block is killing me 😭

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how they kiss you; part two

Pairing(s): 501st, implied fem reader

Overview: literally just how they kiss you. It’s literally just that.

Warning(s): Hardcase refers reader as ‘pretty mama’ at one point, cursing (in Mando’a and English), implied smut, descriptions of smut, yeah, basically just smut, tiiiiny bit of angst but it’s not

Word-count: I honestly did not count

Rex:

-OH YEAH

-why not start with our dear old captain first??

-just look at that smirk, you know this man would DEMAND kisses before any mission. It’s religious at this point

-well- I mean. Not in the beginning.

-Rex is a lover boy. Straight up.

-I mean, did you see his face when he stumbled onto Cut’s family?

-he’s a family man 😭

-so, he thinks you’re an absolute dream come true

-I mean, c’mon. A pretty partner? A loving partner? He loves you with all his damn heart, Maker.

-…buttttt, despite his love for you, he’s actually really shy. He doesn’t wanna mess up, or rush into anything.

-so, this translates into you having to kiss him first :/

-which, hey! That’s not bad whatsoever! Cuz guess what?

-YOU TOOK HIS FIRST KISS

-that’s something to remember. Especially for Rex.

-and for the first time, he actually does well!

-once he learns, he can’t stop.

-his kisses are firm. Real soft, though. Like he’s afraid if he kisses too hard, he’ll hurt you. Like he wants more but also wants to break the kiss and hold you instead.

-oh, but don’t worry

-you should see him when he’s all worked up

-he actually won’t use tongue, but he’ll use his tongue anywhere else (take that as you will.) As for kisses, they’re deep. God, you can guess what else is deep.

-he won’t come up for air. He’ll kiss you until y’all are breathless

-“Maker—- love you, love you s’much, mesh’la- take it- take it deeper f’me, haah—“

-yeah, ahem. So, that’s him.

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Jesse:

-Good Lord

-so, uhm.

-this guy’s smooth. Really. Smooth.

-I’m pretty sure it’s canon that he goes to the 79’s, along with Kix, and well, with the people there and letting loose an all, it’s not that surprising that Jesse most likely has a body count

-at least like, two or three people he fucked in the refresher

-so, he’s experienced

-unlike Rex, he’s not shy

-he will GLADLY make out with you all day

-…once you two become a thing, and behind closed doors

-yes, even though Jesse’s a bit freaky and lowkey kinda a slut in the 79’s, once he meets you and actually well, gets with you

-he settles down

-due to how y’all are serious, he becomes more private. I mean, he definitely wants people to know he’s yours and you’re his, but he doesn’t want to flaunt you out there

-in the beginning, his kisses are hard. Demanding. Teasing, even. Tongue down your throat in seconds. Would literally always lead up to sex.

-but, as your relationship progresses and he realizes this isn’t just to get in his pants or anything, the kisses become softer

-more tender

-they don’t shorten, don’t misunderstand me, but they’re not demanding anymore. At least, not all the time

-this time, he kisses you because he loves you

-he kisses you because he really can’t know when the last time he’ll be able to

-he kisses you because he wants you to know how much you mean to him

-it’s a lust-to-love thing

-oh, but sometimes he may swipe his tongue over your bottom lip. Just to tease you. He’s not a total softie, doll.

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Kix:

-aw, just look at him

-so, as mentioned before, Kix would go to the 79’s with Jesse a lot

-but, he wasn’t really a slut 🤷‍♀️

-he’d go there for the drinks and for fun. But not to get laid

-I mean, c’mon. There’s too many health risks. STD’s, potential pregnancy…

-what else would you expect from the medic

-BUT! That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t flirt.

-if he was interested, he’d talk. Say hi, hello, how are you, bla bla bla, but he wouldn’t take them to bed. It was always just hello for him.

-until he met you

-Kix is very old schooled

-very gentlemanly.

-it will at least take three to four dates and consistent talking for him to actually be hooked, and want something more, let alone kiss you

-oh, but once you get there

-he’ll kiss you when he thinks the time is right. It has to be the perfect moment.

-maybe when a quiet moment appears during one of your dates, or after a heart to heart or when he’s dropping you off or before he goes off on a mission

-the first kiss is soft. Firm, though. Full of meaning and unspoken confessions

-and then he’ll part, just for a second before returning one last time for a second kiss, and then he’ll be on his way.

-if you were to get intimate, though, his kisses are somewhat the same

-the only difference is there’s a hint of desperation in his kisses

-they’re chaste and a tad frantic, as if he’s rushing

-he is.

-like he’s trying to convey all his love to you while also struggling to hold back and not just—- pound you until you can’t sit right

-don’t worry, he’s a gentle lover though. But if you ask, who is he to deny?

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Hardcase:

-oh, my silly little hyperactive adhd clone

-with no hesitation or anything, Hardcase absolutely geeks over you

-he’s jumping up and down when he sees you, grinning so hard you think his teeth might crack, laughing boisterously while scooping you up into a hug

-cuz you’re his baby, his hot stuff, his pretty mama

-and he’s NOT SHY in letting you know

-believe it or not, Hardcase actually wasn’t experienced before you. Surprising, right? Well, not really. Hardcase is somewhat of a himbo, and usually can’t take a hint on whether someone’s hitting on him or not. Plus, whenever he hit the bar, he’d usually be too drunk to realize if someone was or not. He’s there to just have fun.

-but he was eager to kiss you

-extremely. Extremely. Eager.

-you think he’d be a natural his first time?

-HAH. That’s cute. But no.

-the first kiss is sloppy. Rushed. I mean- it’s deep, don’t get me wrong, but just- very sloppy.

-noses squishing together, lips not even locked, teeth clacking together—

-yeah, it’s not the best. But it was for him!!

-at least, he thought it was

-until you actually taught him

-and for the first time, he froze. Everything in him went calm. Well, for a couple seconds, at least

-then he was giggling like a school-girl again and pecking all over your face

-Hardcase’s kisses are quick. Sometimes sloppy, and rushed, but it’s just because he gets so excited!

-s’not his fault, babydoll, believe him. It’s just easy to get too excited around you.

-and, well, that also transfers in the bed

-hope you can last a couple of quick rounds. He doesn’t plan on taking any breaks.

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Dogma:

-guys, be for real. You think this man would know how to kiss?

-nah.

-he’s clueless. I mean, c’mon, all he does is work, work, work, and follow orders!

-he doesn’t get out much, give him some slack!

-so, well, you’re gonna hafta initiate everything and everything.

-Dogma is uptight, and fiercely believed that a clone’s person is strictly only to follow orders, so don’t get your feelings hurt when you try to initiate any affection for the first time and he flinches away or scowls. It’s nothing personal, really. He just doesn’t know how else to react.

-reassure him. Praise him. Tell him that he’s more than just a number to you, that you don’t just see him as a piece of hardware

-Dogma absolutely craves praise

-so when he first kisses you, he instinctively starts worrying and asking you if he did alright, if it made you feel good, if you were happy with him

-do him a favor and just kiss him to shut him up

-it works. It really does.

-Dogma’s kisses are shy. Barely there presses, fluttering and fleeting.

-you’re gonna hafta hold his face to keep him from pulling away almost immediately

-and then, once that strict and by-the-book soldier melts away, leaving the praise-starved and lowkey needy man beneath, Dogma will melt.

-you just need to guide him

-tell him what feels good, how good he’s being, how much you love him

-and Maker, isn’t he a pleaser

-he’s a suck up. He wants to please you.

-and doesn’t he do a damn good job of it

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Tup:

-sweet baby, right?

-probably has no idea what he’s doing, right?

-WRONG

-look, sweet baby, yes, he is, he’s a sweetheart

-but he’s not a prude

-and he’s DEFINITELY not innocent

-I mean, c’mon. Have you seen his brothers? They’ve probably shown him holoporn at one point or tried to hook him up with someone

-that being said, he’s still newer, but he’s not completely ignorant

-and it’s not like he really liked playing around that much, either. He didn’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings 🥺

-and when you appear? Well, you can guess how sweet this boy is to you

-he courts you.

-he’s not timid, but he can be shy, but it’s not like, really shy. He’s just very polite and doesn’t wanna scare you away, because in all realness, Tup is a bit insecure

-please reassure him.

-he may be shy of touching you at first, but once you assure him, he’ll start to. When the moments right, of course.

-his kisses are short and sweet

-a peck here and there

-oh, but don’t be disappointed. If you want more, he’ll give more, you just have to ask

-but, then again, he’s still a little hesitant about it. Just take the reins with this one.

-like I said, Tup isn’t innocent, he’s not a prude

-but he’s still a virgin. He could kiss, he could flirt

-but he’s always been to scared to give his virginity away, because that was special to him

-well anywho- we’re not on that topic! Yet :)

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Fives:

-and last but not least! Fives!!

-look, Fives is a stud

-he’s goofy, flirty, cheesy, oh, so cheesy

-and he turns up that cheesiness all the way when he meets you

-so he’s experienced

-he 100% his, but when it comes to you, he’s not all ‘oh, yeah, to the bed, baby,’ but instead more of a, ‘hey, got a map? Cuz I’m getting lost in your eyes—-‘

-yeah. It’s bad.

-oh- but just- just give him a chance- kay? He’ll prove it to you—

-his kisses are DEEP

-PASSIONATE

-he uses tongue

-not to where it’s overwhelming, but to make you breathless and yearning for more

-kisses hard, one nip to your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue and then just going for it

-you know he has you pinned against some place while he kisses you

-Makes out like his life depends on it

-but it’s not just lust for him, don’t worry!

-he’ll be breathing out his love for you with every kiss, growling under his breath while he thrusts into you deep and slow

-“Kriff— hold on- hah- fuck! Feel me right there- like that? Yeah, hahaah, yeah, ya like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do—“

-yeah. It gets heated really quickly.

-he’ll have you squirming in no time

-you’ll be yearning for this man in every way

-so yes.

-Fives is a very passionate man.

-and he just gets even more passionate when he’s with you

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Just a little blurb I thought of for Christmas:

Imagine explaining the concept of Christmas to one of the decepticons. Human holidays are still a little foreign to some of them, and for the others who do know just don’t bother with it. Why should they? They’re not an organic. Not to mention, they have better things they could be doing, not… bedazzling a tree or wrapping presents that they most likely will rip. They scoff at the idea as soon as you bring it up. Cute you’d even think they’d celebrate such a thing. But that all changes when you approach them holding a small little wrapped present, giving them a small smile while placing it in their large servos. They don’t know how to react. And to unwrap it to find a small part they had been talking about wanting? Their spark’s almost melt. Some may push it away, but don’t be hurt, they’ll come pick it up when you leave. And it sits in their quarters, and if anyone else comments on it, Primus forbid, try to touch it? A digit will be broken.

And then, while walking around the base, only for you to pause and beckon them over with a silly grin on your face, pointing to some weird plant above your head? Well, you’ve got their attention now. And you’ll gesture to them in a ‘come hither’ movement, and they’ll kneel, but when you reach up for them and they lower even more, only for you to press your lips to their faceplate in an affectionate kiss, they almost malfunction. They were not expecting that, whatsoever. And then you pull away, going on with your day, and they will research about why you did what you just did like they’re mining for energon until they get the answer.

Why do humans kiss me underneath a weird plant during December the 25th?

They soon figure out that ‘weird plant’ was called mistletoe. And secretly, they start spreading it around the base. If you ever see them, don’t bring it up or confront them. Don’t mention the small present you found with your name on it from ‘anonymous’. They don’t know who that is. Don’t be stupid.

Soon, they find themselves awaiting the holiday each year. Maybe Christmas isn’t that bad. They’ll start indulging you now.

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to hold

‘grasp, carry, or support with one's hands.’

character(s): Rex, reader, (mentions of 501st, Anakin, and Padme)

genre: angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, romance

overview: Rex loves you. He does, really, but you and him were wrong. It was against the Jedi Code and just taboo. He wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. But you seem adamant on having him.

warning(s): language, violence, death (two spies), alcohol, slight angst, Rex and reader have a small disagreement, sexual language, allusions to smut, does get a little spicy in one scene but not quite nsfw, making out, grinding, etc…

wordcount: 3599 words

“You know we can’t keep doing this.”

God, you knew. Yes, you knew that, you did. He did too, it was obvious, he was a clone. A soldier. And you were… well, you were a Jedi. It was frowned upon to have attachments, especially personal ones. It was even more taboo to have relations with the clones. The men who fought for the republic and were manufactured. They were built for war. That’s what they were made for, to follow orders and fight. That was it.

That was bullshit. They were meant for more than that, they were human. Not droids, they should’ve been able to have free will and live the way they wanted. However, you didn’t live in that kind of galaxy. Few others shared the same view as you. Besides the clones themselves. Some believed they were destined for more. That they deserved more. They were right. But few seemed to actually believe it. They were resigned to their position, even honored it because that’s what they were made for. Even if some deep, hidden part inside of them cried out for more, something different. And in that case, Rex’s heart cried out for love. A family. Ever since he stumbled upon Lawquane’s family, Rex felt an unfamiliar strong pull to have what the other clone had, he longed for it, he hungered for it. And maybe he didn’t have a family just yet. But he had love. He had you.

“Rex,” he didn’t want to hear that. He couldn’t, he really couldn’t. Because then his heart would ache and he’d hold you closer and start whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But even if you hadn’t said his name like that, he would’ve done that anyway. Guilt and conviction clawed at his heart. The two of you had done it again. Even though both of you knew that the relationship between you and him was… wrong? It was, Rex reminded himself. Against the Jedi code and his orders. You and him were wrong. You only closed your eyes, pressing your soft front against his hard back, arm snaking around his waist and hand gently pressing against his abdomen. And the captain sighed deeply, allowing himself to melt beside you despite his previous words. “Just– just five more minutes, Rex. Just so I can hold you for a bit before you go.” And the clone would have protested. Should’ve. Should’ve removed your arm and sat up and got dressed again. “Please.” And then that one word had him turning around to face you, but he didn’t look at you. Instead wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head against his shoulder while burying his own in the crook of your neck. He’d hold you for five minutes. Only five. Savor the warmth, the tenderness and love and familiarity. Before letting you go. Just like how he always did.

“Okay,” he breathed, holding you just a tad tighter. “Only five.” He repeated, words empty and hollow, rough and calloused palm rubbing soothingly over your back. As if he were trying to comfort you and reassure you that you’d be okay when he let you go.

Because you and him were wrong. At least that’s what he told himself.

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“General,” “Rex.”

You both acknowledged each other briefly as you walked into the bar. The boys were on a mission, and you and the captain were sent by General Skywalker to a nearby cantina undercover to try and get as much information as you could. And seeing you there, all dolled up even if it was just for a mission… well, Rex could pretend, right? That this wasn’t business and he took you here because he wanted to and had plans because you were his and he was yours and you were gonna walk back home hand and hand like an actual couple and—

“Captain,” he corrected, clearing his throat, moving his eyes down so he didn’t have to see the way your face fell and how you obviously looked hurt before masking it. “Captain.” You repeated quietly. Say his name. Please say his name again, he loved the way it rolled off your tongue so gently, not a number but a name, please, please–

Damn it. Rex sucked it a breath and forced his eyes forward, gloved hand gently gripping your upper arm and guiding you to the bar. “Don’t let any guy buy you a drink. If he does, don’t drink it just in case it’s laced. I’ll keep an eye out for any leads on who the General’s looking for.” The clone ordered quietly, pulling out a stool for you which you sat on while looking up at him and nodding. “I’ll do the same. Be safe.” “You too.” And he almost ducked his head down to peck your lips, but he caught himself before he could, and tore away despite how you had leaned up like it was normal before walking away. A shame, really. You really were expecting that kiss.

You sighed as he walked away, slumping in your seat and resting your cheek on your hand. You really couldn’t take this for much longer. As much as you tried to understand, it also angered you that he was being so stubborn and rejecting every advance you made at one time and then accepting them another. He just couldn’t make up his mind! He was either all in or all out, but you couldn’t do this half-time thing anymore. And maybe you were being selfish. You knew you were, but– but couldn’t you be? Just for once, for once in your life in this hellish galaxy surrounded by nothing but war in pain, couldn’t you indulge in the small pleasures of life? Couldn’t you find solace in this one thing, for once? Even if it was selfish. Just for once, couldn’t you be? Because this hurt. It hurt really bad.

“Hard day, sweetheart?” A voice rang out, snapping you from your lamentful thoughts, and your eyes raised to meet the bartender. A nice looking young person, with an almost knowing look on their face. You seemed to slump more in your chair, small amongst the many beings in the cantina. “No, I’m fine,” you lied, shrugging your shoulders while hunching more over the table, trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in. The bartender rose a brow, a smirk tugging in the corner of their lips. “No use in lying, hon’. I’ve seen that look on many in my time working here,” they explained, before leaning against the counter of the bar, making you sit up. “What boy’s got you all upset? Or girl, there’s no judging here.” They joked, giving you a sly wink and you stammered, unsure whether to relay to them the conflicting feelings and rather on and off relationship you and Rex had, before huffing, deciding to indulge them a bit. “I just–” you cut yourself off, gnawing at your lower lip a little before continuing. “There’s a man…” “Oh?” “Basically, we’re in a situationship, but there’s obviously something more there- y’know? He’s just…. It’s not him, I’m just being selfish I guess-” the bartender shot you a knowing look, before looking around the bar. “Is the dream boy here?” They asked and you gave a shy nod before glancing over to the captain longingly. The bartender ‘oooh-ed’, wiggling their brows suggestively. “A clone, huh? No wonder, I’d wanna keep one of them to myself, too. Heard their packin’ a lot under that cod-piece–” you grimaced and waved your hand to silence them quickly, face flushing in embarrassment at their crude statement. “No- that’s not why, I just–” “Oh, is he lackin’ a couple inches down there-?” “No!” You took a deep breath in, hands up in a pleading gesture for them to just shush. Thankfully, they seemed to take the hint and keep quiet, allowing you to continue. “Me and him have known each other for a long time, and it’s been long enough where we frequently engage with each other romantically, but at the same time, he doesn’t really wanna commit due to our positions.” You explained, and the bartender made a noise of understanding. “...So, it’s somewhat of a friends-with-benefits relationship?” They asked, and you cringed, not wanting to call it that, but there was some truth in that statement. “...kinda, but not really. It’s not that we’re just friends and only use each other for sex, I mean, sometimes we sleep with each other but that’s not our main focus. It’s like we’re in a secret relationship, but it’s on and off.” They sighed, shaking their head. “Well maybe show him what he’s missing out on.” They suggested, and your brows furrowed, lips parting in confusion before shaking your head. “But I don’t want-” they tutted at you, silencing you before sliding you a drink. “You need to relax, baby. You don’t need dead-weight like him burdening you, ‘kay? You don’t have to fuck anyone, although I’d advise you too,” you shot them a withering look and they only snickered before softening their tone, continuing. “But at least drink a little. This is a bar. And I’d hate for a pretty thing like you to be upset in it.” You were quiet, before sighing heavily, giving them a faint smile of gratitude. “Okay. Thank you.” “No problem, baby-cakes. It’s what a bartender is supposed to do.” And that was the last thing they said before they sent you a wink and sauntered off to get somebody else’s order.

You circled the rim of your shot glass, wafting it to you and giving it a small sniff while eyeing it. Once deeming it safe, you tipped your head back and downed it. It burned down your throat, sending heat up into your ears and cheeks, and you grimaced, setting it down with a harsh pant, running a hand through your hair. And then you turned your head to look for Rex once more, but this time, he wasn’t there. You squinted, feeling the familiar lightness of the alcohol, but thankfully it wasn’t strong enough to dull all your senses. Sliding out of your stool, you started looking around for the blond captain, only to spot the exit door slightly jarred open. You felt an odd tug to go out, filled with suspicion and wariness and a tiny bit of dread, and following your gut, you exited the bar and walked outside. “...Captain?” You called out into the darkness, the only light coming from the dim street and house lights. Then, you heard a far cry of pain coming from the alley. Immediately, your blood ran cold. And without thinking, you bolted down the alley. Heart pounding in your ears, you followed the pathway until it brought you to a frightening scene of Rex brawling with someone who looked like a spy based on their clothing. “Rex!” You cried out in fear, catching the attention of both said-clone and spy, who were on the floor bloodied and bruised. Using the Force, you threw the man off him and to the side, only to be tackled from behind by another spy. You yelped in surprise, and Rex gasped. “[name], no!” But it was too late, he was jumped on again and forced to fight the person on top of him while you wrestled with the other. You were forced on your stomach, and then you rolled onto your back, trying to kick the man off you but he raised his fist and brought it down on your stomach hard, knocking the air out of you. Once regaining your breath, you gasped for air, and before the spy could harm you any further, you kicked him hard in the crotch, making him let out a high whimper, before shoving him away, pulling out your lightsaber and turning it on. Rex had long shoved the other off him and socked him hard in the face, and now you and him were back to back. “Are you okay, General?” He called out and you made a noise of agreement. “I’m fine, Captain. Are you?” He only grunted in response, before shooting one of the spy’s who pulled out a gun. And when the other shouted in rage and threatened to pull out his own, you forced him against the wall with the saber held to his throat, Rex crowding protectively behind you to cage the man in. “Who sent you?” You gritted out, eyes narrowing at him. “Fuck off!” He seethed angrily, raising his nose to the air in retaliation. You ignored him, glaring at his insolence. “I’m not gonna repeat myself again,” you declared. “Who sent you.” This time it wasn’t a question. It was a demand. And then, he spat on you, growling. “Go to Hell, whore.” And that was the last thing he said before he bit down on something in his mouth, going taut as his eyes rolled back, body shuddering violently as he was electrocuted before falling limp. You pocketed your lightsaber after turning it off, breathing heavily while shaking your head slowly. “He killed himself.” You murmured. Rex glared at his dead body, before huffing. “If he hadn’t, I would’ve killed him anyway.” He swore low in his throat, wiping the spit off your cheek before checking you over. “Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you too bad, right?” He asked in concern, eyes softening. And this time he let you lean into his hand without pulling away. “No, I’m fine. Just a bit bruised. What about you?” You asked, taking a step closer to see if he had gotten harmed in any way, but he waved you off. “I’m okay. C’mon, let’s go find a place to stay while we wait for the others.” He suggested, letting go of you, making you go cold where his hands had previously been. But you didn’t protest, and instead nodded, following after him.

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Fshhhh

It wasn’t until late that you found a place to stay. The door slid open with a soft hiss as the two of you entered the small room. Rex was able to find a rather cheap motel for the two of you to stay the night at while you waited for the others. It was a humble place. Brown carpeted floors, plain white walls with one bathroom and a small kitchen in the corner of the room, and two beds and a couch. It was good. Rex started unstrapping his armor, removing the plastoid so he was standing there in his blacks. You did the same, undoing your robes and shrugging off the clothing, leaving you in your breast-band and trousers. And Rex couldn’t help the way his eyes lingered on you in your state of undress. Maker, you were beautiful. Every mark and blemish and scar, Rex adored you. Even if he didn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t. But he couldn’t stop himself from thinking it. You were all soft curves and warmth, and he was hard planes and cold, but in your arms he found home. And kriff, didn’t he want to be home right now. Inside your home. The thought had him shivering, and after the long day the both of you just had, he couldn’t stop himself from slowly strolling over to you, his chest pressed to your back. Strong arms looped around your waist, and he leaned his head down to press soft, fluttering kisses to the side of your neck and shoulder. You relaxed in his hold, not having the strength to tell him no as you tilted your head to the side to give him more access. He pressed a chaste kiss to your jaw before turning you around and walking you backwards until you were sat on the bed, and he slowly started to sink to his knees before you. Not before pressing his lips to yours firmly, one hand cradling the back of your head as if you were going to pull away. You sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his head, fingers gently running down his buzzed hair, parting your lips for him when his tongue ran over your bottom lip. His tongue gently plundered inside your mouth, tangling with your own lovingly before he pulled away with a shuddering breath. He started leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to your throat before sucking a dark mark underneath your jaw. “Rex,” you breathed, and he murmured something in Mando’a into your skin, pushing you back onto the bed and crawling on top of you. He caged you in, his hips flushed against yours while he kissed and nipped at your skin. You moaned softly and wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you, and as if on command, the captain rolled his hips down onto yours, grinding his arousal down against you, but it seems as if as soon as he did that, he snapped out of it and realized just what this was leading up to.

“N-no,” he stuttered breathlessly, making you look up at him in confusion as he suddenly pulled up off of you, shaking his head in conviction. “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, we can’t.” He declared, standing up and taking a few steps back. You sat up and felt your heart clench, hurt flickering on your face, before you sighed and it turned into a mix between frustration and resignation. “This is just how it’s always going to be between us, isn’t it?” You questioned rhetorically, and the clone’s lips pressed into a firm line, knowing what you were trying to talk about. “[name], please, you know we can’t do this. It’s wrong, we’ve talked about this,” he tried to reason, but you cut him off, shaking your head. “No, you’re right, we talked about this but I’ve never understood it- Rex, I know our positions are different but does that really have to determine whether we can be together or not?” You questioned rather pleadingly, and he frowned, brows creasing as he averted his gaze down. “Yes, it can get in the way, you’re a Jedi. Attachments are forbidden–” “Anakin and Padme are married and both me and you know that and he’s a Jedi.” You brought up and Rex went silent, jaw clenching. “I’m a clone, [name.]” He stated, as if that meant something. You scoffed, raising your hands in a gesture of thinly veiled frustration. “Is that supposed to matter-? You’re still human, Rex, it’s okay to have feelings–” you tried to explain to him, but he shut down. “We’re not continuing this conversation. We both know this is wrong, and that’s final. Please, General, let it go.” He stated, both begging and demanding. Your fists clenched, looking at him with frustration and hurt before you felt your lower lip quiver. You shut your eyes, before slumping in defeat, opening your eyes and looking down to the floor. “Does this even mean anything to you?” You finally asked in a hushed tone. Rex looked at you like you just insulted him, eyes widening and lips parting. “What?” “Does this,” you gestured between you and him. “Mean anything to you? Or is it just a means to an end? I just— I need you to be honest with me, Rex. Just once. Do you even love me?”

Silence.

Rex looked broken. Yet so conflicted. He was torn. Between his duties and beliefs as a clone and you. “...[name]-” “Rex, please.” Your eyes were starting to water up now, and his heart cracked at the sight of it. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, not right now. Not when you’re trying to talk to him. You told yourself, before sucking in a breath and continuing. “Because if you don’t, then that’s fine– I just, I just kinda need to know before I keep trying for you,” you admitted vulnerably, your tone wavering, and that’s all Rex needed to hear before he scooped you up, holding you close to him as if you were about to shatter. And you weakly pushed against him, shaking your head. “No, no, don’t force yourself, I’m sorry.” You apologized, and Rex pressed soft kisses to your head and cheeks, wiping your tears before they even had a chance to fall. “I’m not. I’m not, cyar’ika, I promise,” he swore, lifting you up so you were standing while holding you close to him. “S’okay. S’okay, I’m sorry I made you cry, m’sorry,” he murmured, rocking the two of you slowly. Slowly, you relaxed in his hold again, but he refused to let you go, adamant on comforting you still. “...I do love you,” he admitted, pulling away just a little to cup your face. “I do. More than you could know. I just…” he trailed off, looked down guiltily. “I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble because of… of me. I’m just a clone. I shouldn’t-” you cupped his cheek, pressing your lips gently to his, before pulling away. “I’d leave the Jedi Order for you, Rex. I’d get persecuted, if it meant I could be with you.” You whispered, and the captain shook his head, leaning into your palm. “Please don’t say that,” he begged quietly, and you hushed him softly. “It’s true.” You stated, pulling him into another embrace, both of you in each other's arms.

Because in this moment, he just wanted to hold you. That’s all he wanted. And this time he wasn’t leaving. Even if it meant disobeying orders and going against any code.

[1-have-no-idea]

more

‘You’re meant for more than this,’

character(s): Hunter, reader, mentions of others

genre: angst to comfort, fluff

overview: When you start to feel like everything’s falling apart, Hunter’s there to comfort you.

warning(s): reader snaps at Hunter, none

1188 words

“You can still relax sometimes, you know.”

“...not really. I don’t mind.” The response was hesitant. Reluctant. Yet resigned. You shrugged after your response, like you were quite literally trying to shrug off the burden in your words. The clone sighed, shaking his head with a small crest-fallen expression. “You’re young. You should be able to–” he tried to reason, but you sent him a stare that said ‘no’. And that was final. “I’m an adult. I’m not that far behind you. I know what I’m doing,” you retorted, hands gripping the wheel just a tad tighter. “Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to care for all of us, you already do so much for us. You’re our medic, you take care of us, but you’re trying to shoulder it all by yourself—”

“Hunter, I’m used to it.” you cut off, tone firm as your jaw clenched, eyes starting to narrow as you avoided eye contact with him. The soldier was taken aback by your rather hostile response, but continues nonetheless. “[name], It’s not your job to carry the burden, to- to have to do all of this–”

Suddenly, you hit the breaks, body slightly jolted forward as you whipped towards to face the man, eyes narrowed and brows knitted together in frustration. “Let me do what I was made to do, Hunter, quit treating me like I’m a child, I- I can’t be that anymore.” You snapped at him, making him straighten up in his seat. He knew you were stressed lately, but he didn’t know it was this bad. He stayed quiet as you continued. “This? This is not new to me, it’s all I’ve ever known, Hunter, it’s– it’s my purpose, and I’m trying so hard to keep everyone together, keep myself together–” you paused to run a hand through your hair, taking in a shaky breath, looking up, eyes starting to round and get red at the rims.

You were in tears.

“I’m–” your voice broke. “I’m doing my best, to take care of everyone and be a good medic and mother figure or big sister or- or whatever I am, but I- but I keep feel like I’m failing–” and as soon as your voice took a higher pitch and sounded more breathless, and your voice cracked and the tears started to fall, you hastily stood up, tearing yourself away from the wheel as your furiously wiped at your eyes. You started to exit the cockpit to go to your room, but your wrist was grabbed and you were gently tugged back to the sergeant.

“You’re meant for more than this [name].” He whispered, shaking his head softly. “You- you shouldn’t have bottled it up. Sweetheart, we all care for you and you’re doing so good and we’re all proud and—”

You tore your wrist from him, lips quivering as you shook your head and rushed to your room, leaving Hunter by himself in the now empty cockpit, his arm still slightly outstretched for you before it fell back to his side. “...and we all love you.” He finished quietly, before looking down at his hands.

“More than you could know.” And that was a mere whispered promise.

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“Hunter,”

A timid voice called out to him. No matter how quiet it was, he could still hear it. He always would. He turned around and came face to face with a tired and guilty looking you, shuffling awkwardly on your feet. “[name],” he breathed her own name back in a greeting, before patting the space next to him. You eyed it warily at first, before shuffling closer to him and sitting yourself down next to him. It was silent before you spoke up. “I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier today. You didn’t deserve that. You were just trying to help.” You mumbled, glancing up at him before averting your eyes in shame. “I… I- I don’t know why I’m doing what I’m doing, I just–”

“You care.” He responded for her. “It’s just because you care.” He said softly. You looked at him, brows furrowed, before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re… you’re right.” You then shook your head once more, giving him a guilty and aware look. “But it still doesn’t excuse the way I treated you. I’m… I’m sorry. I’m just stressed right now, but it doesn’t excuse what I did.” You explained, fists clenching as you gripped the legs of your pants. Hunter stared at her sympathetically, before raising a hand and gently covering one of your fists. “Everyone snaps sometimes. You see all of us snap a lot, [name]. And you always still take care of us.” He gave you a faint smile. “This time it just happened to be you.”

“Look at me,” he ordered softly, and when you did, eyes teary, he tugged you into his side, rubbing your shoulder. “This time, let us take care of you. Let me take care of you.” “You shouldn’t have to–” you protested.

“But I want to.”

That seemed to quiet you, and Hunter took that chance to continue. “You’re a wonderful medic, love. A good… mother, too, good to our girl,” he praised, gazing at you lovingly. “You’re too hard on yourself. Omega, that girl adores you. We all do.” And then he took a deep breath. “We may not say it enough, I know we don’t, but… [name], we love you.” And that broke you.

Making a small whimper, you turned so your face was buried in his side while you cried silently. “We love you more than you could know.” And that made you sob. “There ya go. Let it all out, mesh’la, I’m here,” he comforted, hand moving up to smooth down your hair. “You’re always taking care of us, but you never do the same for yourself. It hurts.” He murmured quietly, inhaling your scent subtly. “I suppose we need to be more attentive, but you also need to tell us these things, yeah?” He questioned, imploring you to reach out more. You sniffled, and nodded. “Yeah,” you agreed in a thick tone, and that made him chuckle. “Attagirl.” He praised again, before pulling away, moving to cup your face.

“You are needed,” he started, making you grasp onto his wrists loosely.

“You are wanted,” he continued, brushing your tears away with his thumbs.

“And most importantly, you are loved.”

You gave him a wobbly smile, before a stuffy chuckle left you. “That has to be the most emotional and wholesome thing you’ve ever said to me,” you said with a little laugh. He rolled his eyes playfully at you. “Yeah? I can be wholesome and emotional when it’s time,” he retorted, making you snort. But then you gave him a grateful beam, mesh’la, pulling him into a hug. Like, an actual hug. “Thank you, Hunter.” you whispered, making him hum and rub your back. “Pleasure’s all mine.” He replied, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, making you sigh and go limp in his arms.

“...I love you.” And he froze for a second, before shifting and nuzzling his face in your neck. “I love you too, mesh’la.”

[1-have-no-idea]

scared

character(s): Tech, reader, Omega, Hunter, Wrecker

genre: angst to comfort

overview: You didn’t think it could get worse after Wrecker’s chip activated. Little did you know that Tech was closely following, and after the events, you go to comfort him.

warning(s): violence, fear, reader gets punched and their head slammed into the ground, guns, all that stuff

1684 words

This was bad.

This was insanely bad.

You didn’t think things could go worse with how everything was playing out, but fate just seemed to prove you wrong again. Everything was going well before, everyone was just trying to see what was wrong with Wrecker, get his chip removed, it would all be fine. One moment, the large and gentle clone was sitting, the next, he was up and holding Tech by his throat.

‘Yer in direct violation of Order 66,’ going into a monologue before chucking Tech against the wall. And in that moment, you finally had a lick of what panic tasted like. You’ve been on missions, shot down droids and others, have been on the run, seen deaths and gore, but you were traveling with soldiers and working with them while a war raged in the background, you were used to it. But when it came to the safety of your close ones, your loved ones… that was a different story. All hell broke loose. You hastily shoved Omega in the opposite way, heart pounding against your ribcage as you ducked down to avoid being hit with another thing being hurled your way. “Omega, run!” you shouted, scrambling with her and guiding her to safety. The young girl was horrified and terrified, naturally so, and heeded your words, running the opposite way while you fell back into the room where carnage was unfolding.

Swerving past the fallen down tables and chairs, you fell to your knees and pressed yourself up against a flipped over table, seeing the blaster shots fire past you with bated breath, spotting Tech crumpled to the ground against the wall. No….

Your eyes flickered behind you to see Wrecker charging into another room with Hunter, both of them yelling and fumbling around and crashing into things while fighting. You hurried over to Tech, crouched down in front of him as you felt his pulse. He was still breathing, but knocked unconscious. Thank the Maker or whoever was out there hopefully looking out for you. You glanced over to where the volatile clone left, before back to Tech, debating on if you should stay with him or help fight off Wrecker with Hunter. Deciding to stay, you turned back to the male, gently shaking him. “Tech-?” you whispered. You shook him again, and when you got no response, you cursed under your breath before wrapping your arms around him, heaving him up with a soft grunt and dragging him out of the medical room. You looked side to side in the hallway before carrying him into another room. You sat him down, deciding to leave him here where he was safe so you could help the others, but as you stood up to leave, a hand shot out to grab your wrist. You looked back down to see a dazed Tech, squinting at you and breathing out your name in a strained tone.

“I know, I know,” you didn’t know. “you’ll be okay. Just stay here, I’m gonna help the others,” you explained, gently brushing his hand off you and moving towards the door. But as soon as you tapped the button to let it release you, a high pitched beep left it, making you tear your hand away and look at it in confusion. “Access denied. Request permission from Holder.” “What?” you breathed out, before slowly turning around as you heard shuffling behind you. Tech slowly stood up, datapad in hand before he returned it back to the space in his belt, staggering before straightening up. “Tech?” you called out questioningly, horror slowly washing over you as you recognized what was happening. He groaned, face scrunching up in pain as he gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed shut.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

Then, he opened his eyes, blinking rapidly, before spotting you once again. All was still for a moment. Before his eyes narrowed behind his goggles and he reached for his blaster. “Traitor–” “Tech- no!”

BANG!

The first shot rang out and had you throwing yourself to the floor, a cry of fear leaving you before you narrowed your eyes at him, hunching over and lunging for him, grabbing him and tackling him into the floor where you tried to wrestle the gun from him. “Tech- stop- stop, please!” you begged, trying to pull the blaster for him but he only bucked writed underneath you, dexterous hands wrapping around your wrists and trying to pry your hands off the blaster. “Snap out of it- I–” finally you tore the weapon from his hands, aiming for the access keypad and shooting it. The door slid open with a fshh, but before you could get up and flee, the clone reared back his arm and-

Crack!

The world went sideways and you fell onto the floor beside him, body half on him as your eyes fluttered, a whimper of pain leaving you as you felt the swelling start up on your temple, before the man fisted your hair and shoved your face against the cool metal of the ground. You struggled weakly and he only raised you up by your head and slammed your head back against the ground with a sickening thud.

And the last thing you saw was the others running to the door and the muffled sounds of a blaster being pulled out and a shot ringing out and struggle happening around you before it all went black.

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There was a faint whirring sound you heard as you slowly woke up. The whirring of the ship, you reckoned. It was just the faint creaks and noises of it settling.

Your head ached, and there was a dull throbbing in it, and you groaned softly. Your eyes cracked open, and you were met with the sight of the bunk on top of yours. You sat there for a moment, before slowly sitting up, bringing a hand up to cradle your head. The blanket draped around you slipped down to your waist, pooling there. Lula sunk more against your side, and you gently picked the doll up and smiled gently at it. Good to know Wrecker was okay now.

And that reminded you. Tech. Sucking in a breath, you swung your legs off the bunk and stood up quickly, only to stumble and lean heavily against the wall, hissing through your teeth. Then you registered the warm weight upon your shoulder, and someone helping you straighten up.

“Hey, hey, easy now. You should still be resting,” Hunter’s low tone rang out, the sergeant eyeing you with concern. You nodded, swallowing dryly and offering him a wry smile. “Thank you, Hunter, but I… is Tech..?” you trailed off, implication silent as you shifted nervously on your feet. Sensing your dread, Hunter shook his head. “Tech’s okay now. But I don’t think–” “Can I see him now?” Hunter grimaced slightly at your question, brows slightly furrowing. “...I think he wants to be left alone, [name]. He feels really bad,” he tried to explain, but you cut him off. “Please.” You didn’t have to say anything more. The eldest brother only sighed and helped you out of the room, a securing arm around you to keep you upright as he brought you to the cockpit.

And there was Tech. Bandage on his temple and hands gripping the wheel as if that were the one thing grounding him. His jaw was clenched tight, and his knee was bouncing erratically, and his thumbs ran soothing circles over the controls. Slowly, Hunter let you go and you carefully approached the genius. “Tech?” You called out, and the clone tensed even more before setting the ship in autopilot and abruptly standing up. “I have some unfinished projects I need to tend to,” he excused hurriedly, but your hand reached out and brushed against his wrist to stop him. “Wait- wait, please. Are you okay?” You questioned, and Tech paused, brows furrowing and fingers curling in unsurely. “...my wellbeing is fine. Yours was the one that was compromised, [name], you need not to worry about mine,” he explained bluntly and you only shook your head softly. “Yeah, but… I just wanted to check.” You stated, and he hummed at you, shifting his gaze down awkwardly. You were silent for a couple of seconds, before you took a step closer to him, making a bold move and wrapping your hand around his forearm to keep him still as if he was trying to run away. “I’m not angry at you, Tech-” “You should be.” “-it was the chip.” You defended for him, and he shook his head.

“I was aware of what I was doing, I just could not stop myself. I should’ve tried harder, I surprisingly didn’t know that was going to happen–”

“Neither did Wrecker, and you’re not upset at him for that.”

That silenced him, and he went quiet. You sighed, before using your free hand and cupping his cheek. “Look at me,” you ordered softly. And this time he did. “I’m not mad at you, Tech. Just like how you’re not upset at Wrecker. It was scary in the moment, but I know that you truly would never want or try to hurt me like that. I know.” And that made the clone breathe out as if a weight had been released from his shoulders, leaning into your touch. Then, surprising you, his arms looped around your shoulders, pulling you to him and cradling your head to his chest, one hand on your upper back and the other holding the back of your head. He ducked his head down and pressed a lingering kiss to your hair, fingers carefully brushing through your hair. “...I was scared.” He admitted, a rare amount of vulnerability in his voice. Soft and quiet and fearful. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“You could never lose me, Tech. S’okay. We’re okay.” You comforted, nuzzling further into him and he breathed you in, holding you just a tad tighter.

Because that’s all that mattered. The two of you were okay and you were safe and in his arms. That’s all that mattered.

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Guys- I wanna write another angst fic with comfort at the end, but I don’t really have any ideas… any suggestions??

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homophones

character(s): Anakin, mentions of his mother, mentions of Ahsoka, mentions of Obi-Wan, mentions of Padme, mentions of Rex, mentions of the Chancellor

genre: angst

warning(s): character death, angst with no comfort

701 words

Anakin wanted to be accepted and was the exception.

He wanted validation and affirmation while also being excused and pardoned for things that normally weren’t allowed. If you were to ask Anakin at age nine and below who he was, he would say ‘son’. ‘Dear.’ ‘Handsome.’ That’s when it was just him and his mother. Where he’d play and speedrace and help his mother. Where he was only a young, oblivious and innocent child.

If you were to ask Anakin who he was as he got older, he would answer, ‘The Chosen One.’ Why? Because he was. Ever since he was nine, he’s been the chosen one. Soon to be a great Jedi Master… only he wasn’t. Not yet. For some reason, the others couldn’t see what Qui-Gon saw. …What the Chancellor saw in him. But he’d show them. He would. They just had to accept him first. Obi-Wan had to accept him. The council had to accept him.

If you were to ask Padme who Anakin was, she’d respond, ‘Ani’,’. She’d never admit he was her husband or the father of her children. Not unless you were close to her. And even though she didn’t say it out loud, you would hear the fondness in her tone.

If you asked Obi-Wan who Anakin was, he’d say, ‘my Padawan’. It wasn’t condescending in any way, more affectionate if anything, but Anakin hated that word. It downplayed his efforts, downplayed him. He was more than a padawan, than a Jedi Knight, he was more. He wanted to be known, be seen, as more. Obi-Wan was just jealous. If only he knew that when his master referred to him as ‘Padawan,’ what he really meant was ‘brother.’

If you asked Ahsoka who Anakin was, she’d fondly tell you, ‘my Master,’ and he was. He was a really good Master. She had him to thank for preparing her for everything she would need to survive in this harsh galaxy. It was all him. Maybe if she was in a silly mood, she’d say, ‘Skyguy.’ A name that slowly grew on the Jedi Knight. But as she grew up and you bumped into the more mature her, she would smile at you bitterly and admit, ‘my big brother.’

If you asked his troops who Anakin was, they’d all respond, ‘a general’. However, if you asked CT-7567, otherwise known as Captain Rex, he’d puff up proudly and answer, ‘my general’. And if you asked on a deeper level, he’d say, ‘a close friend.’ And maybe if you saw him years later, as an older man, he’d let out a laugh and say, ‘the greatest Jedi in this galaxy.’

And oh, if only Anakin was aware of what they said. If only he knew.

It’s said that the greatest tragedy of this world is that you never really know how much you’re loved.

Because in his anger, in his fear, and in his hurt, Anakin grew up. And he decided to take the place himself if no one was going to be sensible enough to give it to him. After all, he already got the permission of the Chancellor himself. That was his friend.

Anakin was not accepted by the council or the Jedi. Not even his own wife. But he was accepted by the Chancellor and the Dark Side. And then he became the exception. All Jedi were to be killed by the clones. And funnily enough, there was Anakin leading them. He went for the younglings. The clones went for anyone else. He was doing the right thing. Everybody else was just blind.

And years later, after all the carnage, all the bloodshed and all the deaths… if you asked Anakin what he was, he’d say, ‘dead.’ Because Anakin had died the moment Padme died, and the minute Obi-Wan left him to burn. And in his place, Darth Vader took over. There was no Anakin.

Because Anakin wasn’t accepted. And he wasn’t even the exception anymore.

He was broken. And he was angry. It’s all he knew how to be now.

From little boy to feared definition of power and pain,

This is who he was, and how it was meant to be.

….right?

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forgive and forget

character(s): Obi-Wan, mentions of Satine, mentions of Maul

genre: angst

overview: Obi-Wan can forgive. But he can’t forget.

warning(s): character death, angst with no comfort

353 words

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To forgive is to forget. That was the way of the Jedi. Because to not forgive would be holding a grudge, and holding a grudge led to hatred. And hatred was not the way of the Jedi. It would lead to the darkside, and Obi-Wan would most definitely not fall into that oppressive state of mind.

…but there was one thing he could not forget. Obi-Wan was a forgiving person, he was sure of that. You had to be when you were a Jedi. He didn’t hate Darth Maul. In fact, he pitied him. Even when he had gutted his master right in front of him. Even when he sat on that throne while choking the one he loved. Well, maybe not right then. He didn’t feel pity, or anger. He felt horror. Pure, untainted panic. He couldn’t do anything to save her, he was restrained, and Satine was right there and she was choking and she was—

Gone. Just like that.

He forgave Maul. He did. That was the way of the Jedi. But he couldn’t forget the weight in his arms as he cradled his dear close to him. Couldn’t forget the words she whispered, the way the life slowly left her eyes and how she went limp–

‘Remember, my dear Obi-Wan, I’ve loved you always… I always will.’

I love you. I love you too. I love you more than you could know.

Those words were silent though. He didn’t say it back. Couldn’t. Didn’t have the time to before she faded away. Just like he didn’t have the time to save his beloved master. Jedi weren’t supposed to make attachments. Is that why he didn’t let himself say it back? And he regrets it. Regrets it so much. Because that was the last time he could’ve ever said it. And he’d admit it. He’d admit it now that she was gone.

I miss you. I’m sorry.

Obi-Wan was a forgiving person. But he couldn’t forget.

To forgive is to forget. But it seems as if the Jedi couldn’t even do that himself either, even if he wished he could.

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how they kiss you: part one

Clone force 99:

character(s): Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo

genre: fluff, romance, crack (kinda)

overview: this is literally just how the boys would kiss you. literally just that.

warning(s): Tech doesn’t know how to kiss, Crosshair is a freak, (jk, he just gets a lil spicy with it), mentioned of making out, slobber, Hunter’s a lil suave, sexual innuendos, references and implications of smut

Hunter:

-okay, but he’s such a gentleman while doing it?

-it depends on his mood really, and what the occasion is.

-Hunter doesn’t overdo kisses, but out of all of them, he is the one who probably will give the most (besides Wrecker, ahem.)

-He’ll kiss you when you wake up, when you make him food, right before he leaves, and when you go to bed.

-Unless he’s feeling a little… ahem. Y’know. A lil teasing that day

-His kisses are deep but short. Enough to make you blush but also leaving you yearning for more

-he’s a lil tease, but if you pout about it, he’ll just send you that boyish smile and give you another one

-”don’t gotta miss me that much, mesh’la,”

-yeah. That’s him..

-Hunter probably has somewhat chapped lips, (as most clones), but not to the point where they scrape yours. And they’re also somewhat thin (like most clones), so basically, they’re not that different from a regs

-except they’re a bit plushier, if that makes sense

-his stubble WILL scratch against you

-he’ll rarely give tongue unless he’s feeling a little freaky and has the intention on, well, y’know.

-”spread those legs, mesh’la,”

-yeah, y’know, the fun stuff

-so yeah.

-kisses are like a 10/10, would recommend

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Tech:

-SO AWKWARD.

-sorry Tech lovers, but like. We’re talking about the Tech, the one who can’t understand or take hints whatsoever…

-a NERD.

-he’s such a virgin, smh

-but like… a subtle virgin, ykwim?

-you wouldn’t know he was a virgin. Like, you literally wouldn’t.

-until you kissed him and he expressed his shock and stated that this was an ‘interesting development.’

-”....fascinating. Do it again. This time I’d like to record the acceleration of our heart rates and the texture of your lips against mine. Allow me to retrieve my datapad–”

-yeah. Like. It’s either the most hottest thing hearing him talk all smart after the kiss or the most ‘dude, are you serious’ kinda thing.

-Tech is not really a kisser, but a pecker

-they’re not frequent, but they’re enough for you to still kinda expect them, yk?

-his kisses are chaste and respectful. Never awkward, but usually quick.

-such as, a kiss on your knuckles or your temple or hair. Tech doesn’t go for lips, but he doesn’t mind if you initiate those to him and he will depending on the mood you or him are in

-i actually like to think his lips are actually kinda soft. Not like, baby smooth, but soft.

-i don’t think he gets needy for them, but there are times where he really just wants to feel your lips on him

-he loves the texture and the warmth.

-he won’t really ask though.

-it’s more for ‘experimentation’, in his words.

-”I’d like to explore this further with you. This time, can you kiss me a little bit firmer?”

-7/10 in the beginning, but Tech learns quickly and is extremely observant, and soon learns exactly where to nip, suck, bite, lick, and kiss.

-just give him a little more lessons

-for science, of course

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Wrecker:

-okay guys

-he is NOT as innocent as he looks, i’m sorry

-respectful, yeah. Gentle, yeah.

-but INNOCENT?? Yeah, no.

-have you seen that deleted scene in clone wars with the Padme art?

-”Yeah, she could negotiate with me any time!”

-erm. Guys.

-and that translates in his kisses.

-he’s not shy whatsoever.

-gentle, of course, but you want him to be rough?

-oh, he’ll be rough.

-okay, let me backtrack, so when y’all are still new to a relationship and all that, he’s nervous. Holds you like glass and kisses you like he’s unsure if he even wants to.

-he was scared. He knows he’s a big guy, and doesn’t wanna hurt you.

-but once you get to that point in your relationship with a lotta reassurance and carefulness and praise and teasing

-my man is most definitely a tank

-and packing one too– ahem.

-he kisses a lot. Anywhere. Kinda worships you with his mouth, lips, tongue and all. Take that as you will.

-his kisses are passionate. Deep. Like his love for you, but they can also be gentle. Soft.

-Large hands will come and cradle you or hold your hips in place, he loves picking you up when you kiss.

-his lips are different, they’re PLUSH. Plump, and bigger than his other brothers. Fully cushioned. It’s nice.

-”Hey! One more, baby! Miss ya already!”

-he’s actually a good kisser. Like, you’ll be starstruck

-and he’ll be giggling

-the type to be giggling and grinning into the kiss

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Crosshair:

-holy. Where do I even start with him.

-he’s smooth. Annoyingly so.

-the type to kiss you to shut you up

-out of all his brothers, I feel like he gets hit on the most when he’s out and about.

-it’s just cuz he’s ‘mysterious’

-he’s actually never really interested, unless he’s feeling rather frisky and pent up

-when he’s not being angsty and emo, he’s actually low-key kinda flirty with you whenever moments like that actually do pop up.

-and you better believe, all his kisses include tongue.

-you go in for a kiss, that’s you asking for a makeout session, and if he’s feeling mischievous, he’ll tear away and walk away leaving you a breathless and yearning and hot and bothered mess.

-”So desperate for me and all I did was kiss you.”

-BULL. That’s bull. He knew what he was doing.

-there are moments where he’ll be gentle with you though. Usually when he feels vulnerable.

-others, they’re rough yanks to him. Hand on the back of your neck and slamming his lips on yours.

-tongue swiping over your bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth, soothing it with his tongue again before licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue once or twice.

-messy and they lead to a messy bed afterwards too.

-most definitely a lil freaky

-and guess what? Despite having one of the thinnest lips, they’re baby smooth.

-wanna know why? Skincare.

-he’s obsessed with it. What a princess.

-yet he still looks sixty.

-not down below.

-definitely doesn’t feel like one.

-anywho, that’s not the topic, so he has really soft lips and knows how to use them

-WILL smirk into the kiss

-cocky bastard

-100% recommend if you wanna get laid.

-”Careful what you’re asking for, doll.”

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Echo:

-my sweet baby

-i love him sm

-he’s shy in the beginning, but so gentlemanly

-his kisses really express his love for you. Every emotion, every feeling is poured out into that kiss.

-whether it be I love you, I missed you, I’ll be back, be safe, don’t be back too late,

-yeah.

-they’re deep and firm and gentle, but not timid

-he is NOT shy of his love for you

-one arm around your waist, his bionic hand cradling the back of your head, it’s so sweet

-he loves cupping your face with his flesh hand while kissing you

-he just loves the contact

-kisses are frequent, but not too

-he loves dancing with you and dipping you into a kiss.

-cliche, but Echo is an old-school romantic, believe it or not

-swaying around you, spinning you with a warm smile on his face, pale brown orbs glowing gold as he looked at you,

-”you’re beautiful,”

-and it’s a soft-spoken promise as he presses his lips to yours

-he does have cold lips, but it’s a nice feeling against your warm ones

-please pepper his cold skin with kisses, he’ll be a puddle for you and feel so loved, (and warmed up.)

-anywho, he doesn’t have that much experience, so teach him, because he’d love to learn.

-all in all, he just loves you so much–

-so sweet

-”Love you, angel. C’mere, lemme give you another one.”

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five laments

Character(s): Fox, mentions of Fives, brief mentions of Rex

Genre: angst

Overview: Fox prided himself in many ways, but after making a shot he could never take back, the weight of everything finally crashed down upon him, revealing the tired, anguished and abused worker underneath.

Warning(s): character death (Fives), Fox smokes, cigarettes, guns, mentions of Heaven and Hell (but nothing is religious), this is angst with no comfort

977 words

Fox liked to think he was a hardworking man, and he one-hundred percent was. Very. You had to be when you worked directly under the Chancellor. The Coruscant Guard. In charge of keeping the Chancellor safe and to follow any given order he bestowed upon them. Honoring, right? But what if the Chancellor didn’t really need protection? He just needed a quick back-up. What then? The answer?

Fox didn’t know. Or… he did. He just didn’t want to believe it.

With trembling, gloved hands, the clone set down his blaster on his desk, shuddering breaths leaving him. His helmet long discarded, the only piece or armor he threw off as soon as he returned to his office of a home. It laid on its side on the floor by the door, and now Fox’s face was bare. All scarred and gruff and oh, so very tired. With salt and pepper curls cascading down his face as he hung his head low. What had he done? The memories of the actions he had committed previously were still fresh in his mind. Fox liked to believe he was an obedient man, and he was. All clones were meant to be obedient. That’s what they were made to do. That’s what allowed him to pull the trigger, yeah? A single push of the trigger, pushing back so very easily, something that Fox had grown accustomed to. Ready, aim, fire. The weight in his calloused hands was something borderline comforting, a reminder of his role, his power, his purpose.

Only now was it something considered burdening. Fox didn’t like to think he was aggressive or violent. Sometimes, he may have snapped at his brothers while under pressure or been a little harsh, but he wasn’t malicious. Never. Especially towards a brother. That’s why he didn’t want to pull the trigger, right?

When you aimed at a person, it was a warning. A silent ‘don’t do it, or else.’ Or maybe an urgent cry of ‘get away from me!’ Those words rang through the clone’s head, an oppressing shadow that hung over the man, more oppressive than the chancellor who breathed down his neck and couldn’t give him a break, a desperate cry that even he didn’t listen to. Because he had a job, a direct order from the chancellor himself, and Fox prided himself in being an obedient man, like any honest clone. When you shot at a person, it was because they didn’t heed the previous warning. You shot to protect yourself. And right then, with a blaster pointed at him held by the gloved hands of a crazed man, a brother, what else could he do?

Forgive me, brother, forgive me, vod, forgive me, vod’ika. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Five unspoken apologies, and for what? It’s not like he was even alive to hear them anymore. Leg bouncing erratically, he needed a cigarette, and he needed it now.

Pushing the millions of papers on his desk away. Pulling out an already opened pack from out the small compartment in his desk, tugging out a thin, firm stick, placing it between chapped lips and lighting it. Puff, puff, there was no one to pass it to, it was all for him, and by the Maker, did he need it. Gray puffs of air rising up, rising up to make a dark cloud around his head, fogging up his mind, but it wasn’t working. It just reminded him of the way the bolt collided with plastoid armor and made a deep hole into fabric and flesh, leaving a barely there, cloud of smoke from the heat.

Did it hurt, vod? Did you die peacefully in your captain’s arms? Are you relieved of your mission? Are the nightmares truly over? Are you really free?

Five questions that would never be answered. Even if his brother was alive, he doubted he’d want to talk to him. Not to his killer, his murderer, his unfaithful, scared, ori’vod.

Nicotine filled his lungs, and he puffed on that cig until all that was left was ash, and he quickly replenished it with a new one. The smell of smoke filled the room, something that he already naturally smelled like, and he hated it. He wanted to rid himself of the smell, the burden, the blood on his hands that belonged to a clone just like him. He just hoped that he was in a better place now.

If there’s a Heaven, are you up there, dear brother? If there’s a Hell, would you be down there? Is the Maker even real? This galaxy is Hell enough, there’s nothing worse than this. Are all of us clones destined to go to Hell?

Five laments that would never be uttered. Did the clones deserve this? No. Did he? Now that was debatable. After all, he just killed one of his brothers. Not out of malice, because Fox didn’t agree with the statement that he was a malicious man, but out of given orders. Because all clones were meant to obey. That’s what they were made for. They deserved more. They deserved more.

The commander leaned back in his chair, cheeks hollowing as he inhaled more smoke, before breathing it out of his nose and mouth, tapping the cigarette once, twice, until the butt fell off before placing it in the ashtray. And he hunched over, holding his head in his hands and fisting his curls. Fox liked to believe that he and his brothers deserved more. And he knew it was true. But he didn’t think it’d ever become true.

“I’m sorry, Fives. I’m sorry.”

Five words that were a mere whisper in the room, as the nonchalant, loyal and tired clone crumpled and cried because it would never bring his dear brother back or change the harsh reality the clones were faced with that was so unfair

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blush

Character(s): Crosshair, reader, just the entire batch

Genre: fluff, romance, tiiiiiiiiny bit of angst?? (Crosshair thinks you say you like him as a joke for like, three seconds)

Overview: Crosshair has a crush on you, and almost everyone is aware of it. Except you. Luckily, his brothers seem to rat him out so you can actually move forward with him.

Warning(s): Crosshair and Wrecker having brotherly bonding (Wreck makes fun of Cross), mentions of sweat, cursing (in Mando’a and English), pre-order 66, Crosshair has a BIG crush on you, reader is called ‘doll’, a little rushed

(I just wanted to write smth fluffy for him after the last one-)

2293 words

Crosshair liked you. It was an obvious fact.

…at least to his brothers. In Tech’s eyes, the marksman's crush on you was as obvious as Wrecker’s hulking form in a cantina. Come on, it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. Although, he was one. The way he’d purposefully provoke you to get a reaction from you (aka, your attention), how his gaze would linger just a couple seconds too long and how he always seemed to be in your medical room because he needed an extra toothpick for you, (which you so graciously carried for him…) wasn’t that obvious enough? He’s known his brother long enough to know what he looks like and acts like when he has a crush. As for Hunter, thanks to his enhanced senses, he was painfully aware of how his youngest brother’s heart rate quickened whenever you were near, and how his breath hitched. Not to mention the faint scent of sweat that he picked up on that always seemed to occur when you were by. As for Wrecker… he just knew. He wasn’t dumb, in fact, he thought he was quite good with emotions! He knew little Crossy had a big, fat crush on you! How did he know, you may ask?

Because his dear, skinny little brother would blush. Yup. One word from you, your name brought up in a conversation, just you being in the room… he saw it. Wrecker saw it. Not his cheeks, thank the Maker for that, because Crosshair was somewhat pale, but his ears. The tips of them, usually a dark creamy ivory, would flush a tulip pink, even a bright raspberry color depending on how embarrassed or nervous he was. Of course, however, that wasn’t obvious to you.

It wasn’t like you had enhanced or modified attributes. You were just you. A medic. How were you supposed to know-? He wasn’t obvious about it in any way! He just seemed to love pushing your buttons, that was it. And getting his toothpicks from you, but that was it. Crosshair didn’t like anybody, much less, you. You weren’t special. You were just someone he loved messing around with. That was it.…right?

Wrong.

Flick. Tap, tap, there goes another toothpick your way. It flicked past you before plummeting to the ground, skidding to a stop a little bit aways from your boot. Oh, there we go. It was that time of the day, yeah? This was ritualistic at this point. It missed you, but you knew that was entirely intentional. If the sniper wanted to hit you with it, he was fully capable of doing just that. With an unimpressed huff, you looked up from the medkit you were organizing (that Echo had so sweetly dropped off to you), to meet the piercing eyes of none other than the sniper that seemed awfully fond of throwing things at you. You rose a brow in response, placing a hand on your hip and tilting your head at Crosshair. “Really?” You asked rhetorically. The youngest batcher just hmfed and shrugged, taking large strides in your direction until he was towering over you. “What? I can’t see our hardworking medic while she’s busy?” He teased, looking down at you through narrowed eyes. You scoffed humorously, turning back to your supplies. You both knew that was a lie. “You’re funny. We both know that’s fake.” You commented, and he mocked a look of hurt. “I just wanted to spend time with you,” “Liar.” He rolled his eyes at your statement, before continuing. “Listen, in all truthfulness, I just wanted to say that…” he trailed off, leaning on the counter next to you while tapping his fingers on the cool metal rhythmically. “I think you’re pretty.” You were looking up at him the entire time, waiting for him to say what he had to say, but you didn’t seem to process his words until a couple seconds later. Immediately, your eyes widened and you physically leaned away from him, nonplussed in every way. And it didn’t help that Crosshair looked so sincere, dropping the mischievous and smug look and trading it out with a more relaxed one, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you by telling you that. There was no way, right? Crosshair, the nonchalant and snarky sniper, calling you pretty? When has he ever complimented anybody? You were struggling with your emotions, but you couldn’t help the way your face seemed to slightly soften and you almost looked flattered. Well- you and him always did flirt sometimes, but it was all sarcasm and just to get under each other’s skin, but you didn’t think–

“Pretty ugly.” Oh. And there it is. Your mouth was parted and you almost looked a little hurt as he smirked smugly down at you, eyes narrowing once again. You sighed and dead-panned at him, looking only a tad irritated. “Wow, you’re hilarious.” You bluntly uttered sarcastically, rolling your eyes before looking back down while cleaning up your area. Crosshair shrugged and reached a hand down to grab a toothpick from the pouch connected to your belt, placing it between his teeth and using his tongue to position it in the side of his mouth, not apologetic and rather apathetic to how you took his words. It was silent for a couple more moments, before you bravely spoke up next.

“Well, you know, I think you’re pretty.” You admitted calmly, slowly relaxing and releasing your previous tension and irritation. Crosshair rose a brow, cocking his head to the side barely. “Pretty what?” He quizzed, already expecting an insult to come next.

Silence…. More silence… your lips quirked up into a barely perceivable smile, and Crosshair couldn’t help but feel more uncomfortable and confused. Silence— “Pretty what, [name]-?” He repeated, this time more urgently, brows furrowed, but you just closed your medkit and shrugged happily, giving him a warm smile as you brushed past him. And that made his eyes widen a fraction. “[name]!” He called out in frustration, but you were already out of the medical room and pressing the button behind you so the doors slid shut. The clone let out a frustrated grunt and he felt the tips of his ears burn, and he glared daggers into the ground as if it did something wrong. His hands curled into fists as he sucked in a deep breath. “...such a kriffing pain in the shebs.” He cursed lowly in frustration.

“Ya know, Crosshair, I think that it’s great that you an’ the lil’ medic are so close!”

The toothpick in said-clone’s mouth snapped in half, and he felt his eye twitch as he whipped towards his himbo of a brother. “Pardon?” He grit out through clenched teeth, but Wrecker just barked out a laugh and grinned at him. “Y’heard me! Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ a little friendly with her!” He repeated, knowing fully well that he was getting on his youngest brother’s nerves. Crosshair sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, hanging his head low. See, this is why he dreaded and absolutely detested being left alone with this small-brained giant, he didn’t understand why he had to be left at ship with him while you and his other brothers went on the mission. “There is nothing between me and [name], you big oaf. I just like annoying her.” “I call bantha-shit!” Wrecker called out loudly, bounding up to the shorter clone and hitting him with Lula. Crosshair winced and groaned, shoving him away while glaring at him. “Yer just tryna spend more time with her! That’s the truth, Cross, cuz’ you gotta big, fat, crush on her.” Wrecker provoked with a large toothy grin. Crosshair made a noise of shock and disgust and shook his head. “I do not!” He hissed in protest, but the demolitions expert just rose a hand to stop him. “Nothin’ ta be ashamed of, Crossy, m’yer big brother, ya can trust me!” He exclaimed, and Crosshair sneered at him. “That’s exactly what I will not do,”

“You wanna be with [name], Cross, admit it!” Wrecker cheered. “Ya wanna hold ‘er, ‘n kiss ‘er,” Wrecker immediately turned around and made a crude act of wrapping his arms around himself and swaying while making obscene kissing noises. “Oh, [name]! I love ya so much, I have the biggest crush on ya, ‘n I want ya!” He mocked in a high pitched voice, and Crosshair, having had enough, snapped. “Shut up, shabuir!” He shouted, baring his teeth at the larger clone, spinning him around and shoving him backwards, which barely moved him, much to his displeasure. The tips of his ears were burning again, and he felt his palms getting a little sweaty beneath his gloves, his heart banging against his ribcage. “I do not like, or love [name]!” He cried out in humiliation and embarrassment, but Wrecker just smirked and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Oh, but ya do,” he countered, voice low, making Crosshair swallow harshly as the large male took steps towards him. “An’ ya wanna know how I know?” He asked, before leaning down slightly to get in Crosshair’s face. “I know cuz’ you blush, Crossy.” He whispered huskily, before pointing to his ears. “You get real red up here.” “I–” Crosshair faltered, painfully aware of the burning at the tips of his ears again before his hands flew up to cover them. “No,” he denied, but he knew it was futile. He was figured out, by his stupid brother, nonetheless. Wrecker leaned back up, gesturing to him. “Then why’re ya coverin’ yer ears?” He questioned smugly, and Crosshair gave him the harshest glare he could muster, and if looks could kill, Wrecker would’ve been six feet under.

Just then, before he could answer, everyone came back, flooding the ship once more while you breathed out a sigh. “We’re back!” You announced, and Wrecker sent a grin towards his little brother. Immediately, Crosshair growled and stormed out of the cockpit, leaving the rest of you confused. Well. Just you. Hunter shared a knowing glance with Wrecker, and Tech only shook his head while busying himself on his datapad. Echo gave a mere shrug, before retreating to work more, leaving you utterly confused. “Did you provoke him, Wrecker?’ Hunter asked in exasperation, and Wrecker could only shrug innocently. “Jus’ brought up the obvious.” Hunter nodded, shaking his head. “Figured. Could hear him from outside. And smell him.” He added with a grimace, and you sent a questioning glance their way. “What-?” Tech waved you off and guided you away. “Nothing that you need to worry about, [name]. Crosshair is just having another lash out due to his raging hormones whenever he’s around you or someone brings you up.” Tech stated bluntly, making you stammer in shock, your cheeks heating up. Raging hormones???

Before you could question him though, he was excusing himself to go work with Echo, leaving you even more confused than before. You immediately walked back to Wrecker and Hunter as they conversed, gesturing to where Crosshair left. “What’s up with Cross-? And what ‘raging hormones’-?” You asked incredulously, wanting answers right now. Hunter pursed his lips together, unsure about ratting his brother out, but Wrecker beat him to it. If he couldn’t confess, he’d do it for him. “Crosshair has a crush on ya.” He told you. Your heart constricted in your chest, and your eyes went round with shock, cheeks heating up once more. “...he what?” “Likes you. He’s got a real big crush on ya, [name]. But he’s too scared to tell ya.” Wrecker repeated, and it felt like you got shot by another blaster bolt. Averting your eyes down, you went silent. “Oh.” Was all you could say. But as soon as he snapped out of it, you felt a bashful smile grow on your face as you blushed. “I’ll go talk to him.” You informed, before rushing to where the sniper had retreated to. Without knocking, you came in, and before Crosshair could get onto you for intruding, you cut him off.

“I like you too.” You answered, despite there being no question. Crosshair paused, questions written all over his face before he shook his head and looked down. “I’m not in the mood for joking right now, you don’t have to feel bad just because my brother’s told you,” he murmured, turning away from you and cleaning his gun a little more roughly. You protested and shook your head before moving quickly to sit in front of him. “No, Cross, I mean it.” “[name], stop-” “No, listen to me.” You demanded, making him swallow harshly but go silent. “Crosshair,” you started, sighing deeply and closing your eyes before continuing, looking up at him with nothing but genuine affection. “I feel the same. Not because I feel bad, but because I genuinely feel the same for you.” You admitted, and seeing the doubt on his face had your heart sinking, so you continued. “I meant it when I called you pretty, Cross.” You whispered, reaching out and gently taking his hand in yours, thumb rubbing his knuckles. “Why do you think I carry toothpicks for you?” “Because I want them?” You laughed at that and shrugged. “Not really. I want you to come see me, that’s why.” And that made him soften. His brow smoothed out and his shoulders relaxed, before a breathy laugh escaped him too.

“I meant it when I called you pretty too.” He confessed. You rose a brow. “Did you?” You teased, and he offered you a smile, tips of his ears turning a soft tulip pink before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your head.

“Yeah, doll. I did.”

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rules and butterflies

small and soft blurb with Tech

genre: fluff, romance

warning(s): none

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Eye-contact, space, and respect

Those were the three rules that you needed to know and apply before interacting with Tech. Eye-contact, space, and respect. Eye-contact, well, it depended. Sometimes he quite desired eye-contact. This showed a person was attentive and paying attention to him, though, there were times that it was too much attention and he didn’t want any eyes on him. You could tell the difference from whether he was averting his eyes or not. This tied in with respect. Space, that was easy to understand. Tech did not like being physically touched unless he was the one who initiated it. He enjoyed having his space, that also tied in with respect. The respect rule? Just respect his rules. Those were the three things that you needed to know about Tech before interacting with him. You were very good at sticking with them.

The first time Tech figured out he loved you happened to be when the two of you were teamed up together for a mission. You had always been a great friend to him, an even better teammate. Though that’s all he ever really thought of you as. That’s all. Well, he never really thought about it. He only ever came to that realization when the two of you were talking, before you momentarily squatted down to the floor to pick up a small critter. A little insect, Tech noticed. A small butterfly, maybe? Anywho, the poor thing looked like it just came out of its cocoon, and was still trying to dry off. And of course, little empathetic you, picked up the small thing and laid it on a nearby leaf so it was off the ground.

‘What was the reason for that unnecessary action?’ Tech had questioned, not understanding why you’d do something like that for something as minimal as a small insect.

‘So the little thing didn’t get eaten or stepped on. It deserves a chance to actually be a butterfly.’ you responded with a soft smile, shrugging as if it was the most casualist thing you could’ve said.

That’s the day Tech realized he loved you. You wanted to give everything a chance. No matter what it was. A fault and a strength. Tech had always known you’d been empathetic, caring, loving, just a bubbly person. They were qualities he had always admired. But seeing that? How meticulous you were of and for everything? It just seemed like he found the missing puzzle piece. He admired your qualities, he admired how you treated him, how you treated others, Tech admired you.

Slowly, he bent those three rules for you. They didn’t apply to you. Yet you still followed them, out of politeness. But he didn’t nitpick with you.

He never tried to confess to you, though. He didn’t think he needed too. You already knew. He could tell. That’s why the one time he reached out for your hand, you intertwined your fingers together and brought his glove-clad hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. You knew. He did too. It was a silent acknowledgement. So was that soft peck to his lips after he took you for a walk around Pabu. Tech loved you. And you loved him. It was a simple fact. He loved you ever since you gave that butterfly a chance at living. And he didn’t really care about those three rules that he had whenever he was with you.

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make it hurt, love

Character(s): Crosshair, reader, mentions of Omega and AZI

Genre: angst

Overview: Crosshair’s tremors are getting worse, and right now he just wants to be left alone. You’ve always been a helper, so when you come and try to comfort him, he can’t help but take his frustrations out on you.

Warning(s): Angst with no comfort, Crosshair is a jerk, reader is called a bimbo, implied female reader but there’s no pronouns included, reader and Crosshair is implied to be romantically involved, brief cursing (in Mando’a and Basic)

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Tremors. He was having tremors. Crosshair released a sigh, brows twitching, before furrowing as he stared at his hand wistfully and in disappointment as it trembled.

‘Let’s get it checked out,’ Omega would say, eyeing the sniper with worry.

‘Maybe it’s not something that’s physical-‘ said AZI.

But that wasn’t enough. He was fine. Suddenly, he was snapped out of his thoughts from a soft voice calling out to him, making him turn around and face the talker. Oh. He huffed, light brown eyes narrowing down at the medic. You offered him a gentle, caring smile, but your eyes held worry.

“Hey, you’re still good, Cross. Better than any of us, that’s for sure. You were super close this time,” you reassured, offering him comforting words, but all they did was make him bitter. He grit his teeth and dropped his hand, letting it shake at his side while he glared at you. “It’s still a miss, Name, I still missed the target. That’s not good enough.” he said, throwing the gun down with a grunt as he walked away from the target, your eyes following him as you frowned sympathetically and padded after him. “Yeah, but…” you sighed. “It will take time, Cross. All of us have changed, you have too, but that doesn’t make you any less-“ you started, wringing your hands together nervously. Crosshair cut you off though, throwing his head back and groaning loudly as he turned around to face you, towering over your form with a snarl.

“Can you just stop?! All the time, I have to hear your babbling about how ‘things will get better-‘ or ‘you’re okay’, I’m so sick and tired of you and this happy-go-lucky act you have going on here! It’s helping nobody, and it’s certainly not helping me, so just do us all a favor, and shut up!” He hissed, words venomous. Ouch. That hurt. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped slightly, shocked by his outburst. There was a flash of hurt, until your eyes clouded over with something akin to sternness or annoyance. “Excuse you? That was rude. You can be upset all you want about what's happening with you, but you don’t get to take it out on me, especially when I’m just trying to comfort you.” You scolded, both of you standing still now, in the middle of an alleyway. Crosshair pinched the bridge of his nose, lips twisting into a frown as his eyes pinched shut, taking a deep breath before talking. “It’s cute that you think you can lecture me, but I really couldn’t give a damn if you think I’m rude or not. All you are is just a kriffing bimbo.” He seethed, taking you back in surprise. That was the first time in a long time you had ever been called something like that from Crosshair, making you tighten your fists, before regaining your sense of calmness. “Don’t call me that, Crosshair. You know I don’t like being called that.” you warned, making him let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Or what, Name? Gonna give me a lecture on why I should be nice? Don’t like the truth?” He mocked, stepping closer to you. You sputtered, letting out an incredulous laugh as you stared up at him with wide eyes. “What is your problem?! Literally! What is wrong? I’ve done nothing to you, and- and even after all we’ve been through—? On Tantiss?! Did that mean nothing to you?!” You yelled, raising your voice, making his lips quickly twist into a snarl with rage in his eyes, but she didn’t back down. “I told you not to get close to me, I warned you. I am not like the others, I do not care for you-“ “Oh- oh, so then what were those times when you said you loved me, huh? What was that- what about the times where you held my hand or held me- huh-?”

“You said it yourself, I’ve changed.” He said between gritted teeth, pushing you back, making your back hit against the wall as you looked up at him with hurt, barely containing your quickly growing anger and hurt. “Is that it? This is the new you, or whatever? Is this how you really felt the entire time?“ “Glad you can finally see that now. You see, I never was the one staying for you. Do you realize that?” That made you go quiet, heart sinking as you listened to him. “No, medic, I’ve never stayed for you. This? Whatever you think we have? It’s one-sided. I’ve never done anything for you, and I don’t plan on doing anything now. It’s just you.” He said, lowering himself a bit to get in your face, allowing him to see each emotion flash in your eyes and the quiver in your lips and the furrow and twitch in her brow. All that swam in those eyes of yours were hurt, regret, confusion, and frustration. You desperately searched his own eyes to see any clue that maybe he was lying. You found none. Finally, you spoke up, voice wavering.

“How- why are you so mean? Crosshair, I’ve done all I could to be with you, try to believe you were different, and all you do is hurt me.” You whispered, eyes slowly watering up. The sniper looked at you with anger, inhaling sharply. “I told you to leave, but you didn’t. I gave you the chance!” He countered, jabbing a finger at your chest, making you press against the wall more as he stared at you with nothing but anger swimming in his eyes. He was spiraling. Seeing red. “Yeah, because I didn’t want to!” She shouted. “I didn’t wanna leave you, because- because I loved you- I really did- and I still-“

“I’ve never even loved you!” He bellowed, making you flinch back as stare at him with wide eyes, eyes glossy with unshed tears. All the anger and frustration left you, now only leaving you with horror and sadness and hurt. His chest heaved with shuddering and heavy breaths, still recovering from his outburst as he glared at you, before finally, he blinked. Brows slowly relaxing and eyes softening to something more akin to confusion and exhaustion. Then, he saw you, trembling with tears in your eyes and horror etched on your face. For a second, his eyes widened, regret and fear on his face, but before he could say anything, your eyes averted to the floor, pushing him away and shoving past him, sniffling as you wiped your tears away.

“Maybe you should’ve told me that before I went and fell in love with you.” You whispered under your breath, choked up and quiet as you quickly walked away, borderline almost running, even if it was childish, but right now, you just couldn’t. Crosshair turned, reaching out a hand and calling your name out desperately, before cursing under his breath and turning away. Then, he felt his hand shaking next to his side, and brought it up to stare at the trembling part of his body. His breaths were uneven as he stared at it. All you had wanted was to comfort him about the tremors. And yet, somehow, he ended up making you cry again and run away. All over his tremors.

[1-have-no-idea]

math problems

Part two to my earlier fic, Dress Code! https://www.tumblr.com/1-have-no-idea/764501871738093568/dress-code

Dress code!

First meet with Dogma! College au Character(s): Dogma, reader Genre: Fluff Overview: When Dogma spots a student wearing some revealing c

Character(s): Dogma, reader, interactions with Tup

Genre: fluff

Overview: Dogma finally asked you out. To tutor of course! He knew you needed it. What he didn’t anticipate was for an educational tutoring lesson into an unexpected sleepover.

Warning(s): Super awkward Dogma, Dogma has a super crush on you and hasn’t realized it, reader is bad at math

2077 words

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Your strength was definitely not math. Most definitely. Working as an author and a barista, you didn’t really need to use math to be successful in life. Well, other than basic addition and subtraction, you didn’t need the rest. The rest was just using basic life skills. Going out for groceries? Doing taxes and paying for gas? That was math you could do, most definitely! However, when it came to finding the complete area of a room including the things inside of it, and then finding the angles of all the corners and all that pizazz, that’s something you couldn’t do. Yep. You could do algebra, but when it came to geometry? To calculus? Yeah, no.

Now, you weren’t very worried about that. You had a passing grade, and you had good grades! You were an average student, A’s and Bs, but in math? You had a C-minus. Yeah. Tinkering over a D. Of course, that’s not failing, but it was dangerously close to failing. You didn’t mind it. Someone else did. And guess who that person was? Not your guardians! Not your teacher! Dogma. Dogma was the person who minded your grade. The uptight man, the one you happened to befriend a couple days back, had noticed your bad grade in math, and also how you behaved in math, and it just didn’t sit right with him. So why not play the part of a good student and a helpful friend and tutor you? Not to mention, it would be extra, uh, quality time, but it’s not like that was the only reason Dogma wanted to tutor you! Not at all…. He was just there to help! So, here were the two of you currently, sitting in the lecture hall for math class. Dogma sat behind you, a little angled to your right, so he was able to see every expression you made and how you worked. Today was the day. Today, he would ask you if you’d like to tutor with him. Of course you would! This was your grade after all! Not because maybe you’d enjoy his personal presence as well, just as he enjoyed yours. That’d be getting ahead of himself, as much as he secretly wished that you enjoyed him just as much as he enjoyed you.

Subtly, he leaned forwards on his desk, resting his cheek on his palm as his eyes once again drifted towards you. Umber eyes fixated on you, watching your every expression and scanning every feature on your face.

Your brows furrowed, and a deep sigh escaped your lips as homework was passed out. Your eyes scanned over the questions, and Dogma watched as your nose scrunched up in disdain and annoyance as you huffed and pinched the bridge of your nose. The man was a hundred percent sure that the only thing that you held frustration for and visibly showed it was your math assignments and people who were mean. As the class was dismissed, Dogma made a beeline to your person, bumping into others and getting shoved in the process, but that was okay. And as soon as he finally approached you, he felt the need to puff his chest up and stand up straighter, clearing his throat before calling your name. You perked up, and looked up towards him with tired eyes, but he saw how they softened and you offered him a gentle smile despite your exhaustion from this class. You slung your bag over your shoulder and greeted him with friendliness. “Oh, hey Dogma. What’re you up to?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. Dogma averted his eyes from your gaze before mentally scolding himself and looking back at you, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I couldn’t help but notice your, uhm,” did he seriously just say ‘uhm.’ C’mon, Dogma, man up! It was just you, sweet, unjudging, albeit a bit underdressed, you! “-your frustration with this class, and I was here to offer my help to you.” He finally strained out, hands clasped behind his back tightly.

Your eyes widened slightly, before you let out a little laugh, regaining your composure. “Really? You’d do that?” You asked, and the soldier in training looked at you as if you just said the most baffling thing ever. “Of course I would, anything for–” you, “another fellow student in need of help.” He quickly corrected, his face flushing a small pink but it was quickly gone as quickly as it came. Just you, it’s just you, he’s fine. “Aw, thank you… I just feel bad, I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” you said, shrugging and smiling with worry lacing your tone. Dogma would have laughed at that statement. Or scoffed. He didn’t know which one. He ended up scoffing. “I resent those words.” He stated bluntly. “You could never be a bother. If you were, I wouldn’t have offered anyways.” He reassured, before swallowing. “My dorm at eight PM?” You hummed and nodded. “That sounds good! I’ll see ya tonight, Dogma.” You said with a toothy smile, before heading to your next class. Dogma stood there all puffed up and stiff until you were out of sight, before releasing the tension in his body and relaxing. He rubbed his nape and fiddled with the bottom of his dress shirt, shaking his head. That had to be the most nerve-wracking encounter he’s ever had with another student. And that’s saying something.

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Knock, kno–

Immediately, the door was thrown open. And you didn’t even get to knock twice! A part of you wondered if he’d been on the other side of the door even before you had arrived. Dogma stood there, smoothing back his hair as he opened the door wider for you. “Name! Right on time.” He praised, and you shrugged your shoulders. “I thought I was actually a little early.” You responded, and he tutted at you, shaking his head as he coaxed you in with a hand barely grazing your upper back. A very respectful touch. Or a hesitant one, you couldn’t tell. “Nonsense, you’re right on time.” He corrected, guiding you deeper inside his dorm. It was very clean, that was for sure. And organized. “I brought some sweets from the cafe. I know it’s late, but I didn’t know if you had a late dinner or…” you trailed off, and Dogma glanced at the box in your hands, before blushing. “Oh. Well, I— that is very thoughtful, thank you.” He murmured. His roommate perked up and peeked at the two of you while he cooked, blinking curiously. “Oh. Hey, Name.” Tup greeted, and you waved at him. “Hey, Tup! I didn’t know you were roommates with Dogma.” The mentioned male nodded, taking the box from you and laying it on his desk. “He’s my twin.” He explained, and your brows raised. “Oh! Really?” You asked, looking at the two of them before nodding to yourself. “That actually makes sense. I can see it.” You muttered, and Dogma pulled out a chair for you, everything on his desk already set up as he sat across from you. The two of you both sat down, and you pulled out the homework paper that was given out at the end of class and gave it to him. “This is what I don’t understand. It’s just— I don’t know, it’s too much.” Dogma scanned over the paper, before nodding. “What’s too much?” He asked, looking back to you, and you exhaled deeply. “The variables? I don’t know… it’s just– it’s just a lot of numbers and variables and fractions.” You explained, and before Dogma could continue, Tup approached the two of you and laid down two plates of freshly made food. “Food’s fuel for the brain.” He commented, and Dogma thanked him promptly and you smiled at the other twin. “Thanks, Tup…” you murmured, and he just nodded his head before going off to do his own thing. With a sigh, Dogma turned back to you. “Maybe we should eat first before we continue this. I think I have an idea for this.”

The two of you ate and chatted, well, you chatted. Dogma was rather quiet and listened, but you did get him to start complaining about a few of the students he seemed to dislike. It was rather enjoyable to hear the orderly man get all huffy and pouty over a couple of students who didn’t follow directions. You gladly listened and humored him with your own comments about the situations. This continued until the two of you started studying again, and even then, you still talked a lot. Dogma didn’t seem to mind. He actually realized you worked very well under a reward system.

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Okay, it’s been an hour or two. The food was gone, so your rewards were gone. You were getting it, slowly, but now you were slacking off. Dogma could see it. Your eyes were becoming lidded and you got more quiet, and you seemed to not fully be there. “You only have two more questions left, Name. You can do it.” He encouraged gently, looking over your shoulder to see the work you were doing. You only managed a sleepy hum to him and nodded at his words. You sat there for another moment or two not doing anything. “I don’t understand this one.” You told him. Dogma scooted closer to you, just so your arms were brushing against each other and he tensed before relaxing again. “I see. First, what you do is distribute the–” you were tuning him out, just listening to the low notes in his voice that were slowly but surely lulling you to sleep. Not to mention his room was the perfect temperature, and just very relaxing. Your eyes lazily traced over the paper before moving to look at his shoulder brushing against yours, and Maker, was it tempting, but you fought against the urge to lean on him.

You tried your best to stay awake, but without even knowing it, your eyes fluttered shut and you drifted off into a soft slumber right next to your tutor.

And feeling the newly added weight to his shoulder, Dogma froze. He sucked in a breath and his eyes widened, sitting up straight as he looked down to his arm. You were leaning against his arm, face relaxed and soft and your chest rising and falling gently with each quiet breath you took in and breathed out. Merciful Maker. Dogma didn’t know what to do. His heart was starting to bang against his ribcage, and he couldn’t seem to relax. Not to mention, his face was burning. He had half a mind to wake you up, but… he just couldn’t find it in himself to do that. Not with you looking so peaceful. The man swallowed dryly, having a war in his mind before just going still. He laid there for a couple of minutes, until he finally heard your breaths even out and the soft snores leaving you. Then, he turned and shifted you so you were back in your chair, before standing up and hooking an arm under your legs. Wrapping the other around your back, he hefted you up with a soft grunt, holding you bridal style.

He held you like that, your head leaning against his chest before he finally moved and placed you on his bunk, tucking you in. Normally, he’d be completely against this, a person of the opposite sex in his own bunk, but… well he didn’t know. He didn’t mind it so much. His eyes softened as he watched you snoring softly in his bunk. “You did good today.” He whispered, even though he knew you didn’t hear him. Then, without thinking, he reached out a hand and brushed the hair out of your face, his hand lingering before he pulled away, clearing his throat and averting his eyes shyly. Hesitantly, he walked away, before grabbing the mostly filled out homework of yours. Then, finally, he went to the door, about to exit, but not before shutting off all the lights and sending you one last glance, before smiling softly to himself.

“Goodnight, Name. Sleep well.”

And that was the last thing he said before closing the door. He looked at the paper in his hands, before nodding. He’d do the rest for you. You worked hard today. He’d bend the rules just a little for you. It wasn’t that big of a deal.