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TW: thoughts of self h@rm and su!cide

Feel free to skip over this, it isn't star wars related.

The past week has been a living hell for me. It started with one of the most important people in my life having two heart operations. Next thing I know, my (now ex) boyfriend of two years shows up at my door, explaining how we cannot be together anymore.

I tried to push all the negative things away and distract myself. But, being where I am in the school semester, that's nearly impossible. With finals only 3 weeks away, I am sitting here, nearly failing all my classes and I have no idea what I'm doing wrong.

I felt confident in my academic abilities, but all seems lost now as of January. Being a junior in an astrophysics and meteorology major is so draining I cannot even express my absolute hatred for myself for allowing me to do so poorly.

Sometimes, when I go to class, I hope and pray I will get hit in the middle of a busy intersection, or I will be in the wrong place at the wrong time, allowing me to escape the nightmare of this semester.

I love my family and my pets too much to intentionally do something to myself but I still wish the worst of harm upon myself.

I don't wanna keep suffering like this anymore, my body physically cannot take it.

With that being said, if you have a request, I see it, and I will get to it. I'll be extremely slow to update, but I will still be on here to read your work.

I'm sick of setting goals for myself and watch them crumble beneath me.

I guess this was just a vent, but I just needed to let it all off my chest

I'm gonna go cry and hold my gecko now

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Best part about living in Oklahoma? This queen lives 15 minutes from me

Why would you brag about Oklahoma? Its nothing but a conservative hotbed of a state.

While I agree and it totally sucks that part sometimes, the younger generation of Okies in my area are pretty openly liberal. Things are slowly changing all over the place and I will always have hope for the future generation of my home. And with that...

The Clones As Things I Love About My Homestate

Rex- Nothing beats watching the sunrise and sunset on the plains. Theres something peaceful about the sound of the wind in the grass, the smell, the views Echo- Bricktown, OKC! Bricktown was the main warehouse district for the area and once it was sort of done with, the area was abandoned and run down for a few years. That changed when they started updating the abandoned buildings and now its a booming entertainment district with amazing restaurants, shops, and a little canal. Fives- Hockey scenen is actually pretty tight! OKC has the Blazers, and Tulsa has an ECHL team, the oilers! The youth hockey and figure skating is also growing nicely.  Jesse- Route 66. The classic american roadtrip. I have ridden the entire thing and let me tell you it really can be amazing. Every little small town is warm and welcoming and will immediately dive into the history of route 66 in their town if you ask.  Kix- Some of the coolest local shops and products in almost every town.  Tup- Softball BAYBEEEEE. OKC is home to the International Softball Complex and the softball hall of fame Dogma-Oklahoma has 11,611 miles of shoreline, more than the combined non-tidal coasts of the Atlantic and the Gulf of Mexico. Hardcase- SOME OF THE BEST DAMN FOOD YOU COULD ASK FOR. Sonic, Braums, Jimmy’s egg, Hideaway Pizza ( @ct7567329 confirmed) Coric- OKLAHOMA! The musical.  Bly- Turner Falls is a popular place to go swim and explore.  99-The Native American culture you can experience in all areas of the state. Seriously guys. I am a member of the Chickasaw Nation (bio mom being a seminole/chickasaw ) And I am always amazed going to the centers of tribes and embracing the history and culture with so many others. Its a great way to support tribes by donating, learning about the history, spreading awareness, and buying local products from Native owned stores and shops. We may not be able to change history but we sure as hell can redirect the future to a brighter one. Cody- The Honey Bee is our state insect. PROTECT THE BEES! Waxer/Boil- We got some pretty cute critters around, and some not cute ones. But Oklahoma’s wildlife is so diverse! Wolffe- During tornado season, it doesn’t matter who you are, what your beliefs are, or what you follow we all look out for one another. Storms have a way of devastating lives, My family lost not one but TWO houses in major tornados and the warmth and love I remember from neighbors and strangers alike when we were rebuilding our community together will always hold a special place in my heart. Tornado Alley crowd bands together and we watch one another. Boost/Sinker- We are the ONLY state with an official state meal:  Fried okra, squash, cornbread, barbecue pork, biscuits, sausage and gravy, grits, corn, strawberries, chicken-fried steak, pecan pie, and black-eyed peas and its all Delicious! Hunter- Watching Bison as you drive through one of the wildlife preserves. They are free range and get so close to your car sometimes, its surreal.  Wrecker- BOOMER SOONER. Proud OU football fan, but the band is really the coolest(Sorry to THE Ohio State University band) Tech- Gordon Matthews, born in Tulsa, was the inventor of an electronic communication system to store audio messages patented in 1982. We know it as voicemail. Thanks to an Okie, you don’t have to answer your phone when people call and can just leave a message! Crosshair- 4 mountain ranges have sections in Oklahoma, Ouachitas, Arbuckles, Wichitas and the Ozarks. I love hiking in them all! 

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Blog update!

I decided that I'm going to start a recs list and a wip list! I'm super stoked to do that! If you know some fics that are phenomenal lmk and I'll add them ;)

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Question time!

Do you guys want long one shots (1k+ words) or would little drabbles from me be okay as well?

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I Did Something Bad

Fives x fallen Jedi reader

Warnings: Angst angst angst. Also reader gets shot by a blaster

Words: 1567

Fives would never forget the day he heard the news that changed his life forever. The day he heard you had fallen to the dark side. Before that day, you were the light of his life. A Jedi, no, a person, who saw him as more then just a clone or a soldier. You saw Fives as a man. Your love, your presence, your voice, your skin was all his drug. His morphine to help him through the war. Who needed whiskey when he had the chance to spend long nights with you? He could remember the way you smiled when he made a stupid joke or a sarcastic comment. The way your perfect lips turned up in a smile and you laughed, your laugh was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Like bells ringing in celebration, he loved the sound. He cherished it. He loved to hold you, to feel your warm body pressed against his. But ever since you left his world had been nothing but cold and grey.

“Are you sure you want to go on this mission, vod?” Rex asked the ARC trooper after the briefing and the men began loading the gunship. The expression on Five’s face was twisted into one of pure determination. The emotion in his eyes was gone. He had one goal. He had to get you back. “Yes.” Fives replied flatly. “I have to.” “No you don’t.” Rex replied and he put a hand on his shoulder. “Yes I do. Maybe I can talk some sense into her.” His words made Rex sigh. “Fives… she made her choice…” “she made a mistake.” Fives corrected his captain. “I just need to help her fix it.”

Memories flooded Fives as the gunship headed to your system, ready to fight you. Fives wasn’t ready to hurt you but he was ready to help you. “Fives please!” He remembered your beautiful voice accompanied with the sound of your pure giggles as the memory of his fingers dancing across your skin, tickling you as you squirmed delightfully underneath him. Your little nose was all scrunched up as a wide grin was on your face, laughing without extent. You were always so perfect. Fives didn’t understand what happened to you. How could someone so perfect, so pure, fall to such a darkness?

The gunship unloaded on the distant planet. “Split up and regroup at the second checkpoint.” General Skywalker ordered. A chorus of “yes sir!” Were heard in response. The mission was to stop you and an army of droids from over taking this planet for the separatists and hopefully claim it for the republic instead. Fives put his helmet back on, covering his face once more, before heading out and separating from his brothers. They were all spread out in hopes of reaching the checkpoint sooner but also remaining undercover and undetected until their time to strike had arrived.

“Fives?” The clone bit his lip, trying to push out the voice inside his head, your voice. “Fives? Is it really you?” The voice came again but this time he realized it wasn’t in his head. The ARC trooper turned around and there you were. An image of the past, only you seemed to be as real as possible. “This isn’t real.” Fives muttered to himself as he turned back around and tried to keep walking. The feeling of your fingers grazing his arm caused him to freeze. He turned back to you and removed his helmet. He spoke your name like he was a man lost in the desert and had finally found an oasis. You reached up and touched his cheek. Warm fingers on his skin caused him to hum delightfully as he leaned into your touch. “I’ve missed you.” He said softly. “I know.” You replied. “I’ve missed you too.”

“C’mon let’s head back to the group with the others.” Fives said as he tried to pull you along with him. You didn’t budge. He said your name again as he turned to looked at you. “I’m not going back, Fives.” You spoke, your voice was threatening. It was a tone Fives didn’t like to hear from you. “Cyar’ika…” “this is who I am now.” You replied. “It doesnt have to be.” Fives replied desperately trying to reason with you. “Yes it does.” You countered. “Going back to the council… I would have to go back to the way I was. No attachments no passion. This way I can do what I want.” “Cyar’ika this isn’t you. You’re a slave to the dark side.” “A slave?” You scoffed. “I’ve never felt more free, Fives.” Your words were hurting him more then a knife. “You aren’t free. Please just listen to me, come home.” “No.” You seethed. “If you can’t accept this, if you can’t accept me then maybe you should leave.” “I’m not leaving you.” Fives replied. “I love you.” You sighed. “Well I loved you too once.” You replied. Fives could feel his heart beginning to shatter. We’re You saying you didn’t love him anymore?

“Cyar’ika,” Fives muttered the words with the most prestine care, “what are you saying?” “I’m saying it’s over, Fives.” You hissed. “We’re on opposite sides of the war now, and if you can’t see eye to eye with me then there’s no point anymore. I’m not going back, Fives. I did something bad and it felt so good. Much better then you ever made me feel.” “You don’t mean that.” “No, I’m pretty sure I do.” Fives shuddered. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The lips that used to mutter sweet praises to him, the lips that used to giggle effortlessly at his stupid comments, the lips that used to say his name with such care were now breaking his heart. You reached out to him, your fingers hooked under his chin and tilted his face down to look at you. “I’m a bad guy now, Fives.” You uttered, your warm breath fanned across his face as you spoke. Even with your new allegence Fives couldn’t help but be hopelessly entranced by you. He leaned down and in one swift motion he connected his lips with yours. Lips, tongue, and teeth worked together desperately in a way they hadn’t before. They were more desperate, more needing this time around.

The deadly sound of a blaster shot caused the moment between you and Fivee to be instantly over. You hissed as a blast made contact with your back. Your fingers moved to graze the wound to feel hot blood, a painfully familiar sensation. Fives’ eyes widened as he looked down at you. A deadly pallor washed over your face. He screamed your name as you grew weak. “Don’t touch me.” You muttered as you pulled away from his grasp. “Cyar’ika-“ “I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME!” You shouted and you waved your hand at him, mustering all the strength you could, and used the force to push him back, off of his feet and to the ground.

Your eyes turned to find the source of the blast as you held your stomach where the pain was the greatest. Your eyes instantly fell on a trooper you didn’t recognize, a shiny. You hissed as you stumbled to him. You raised your hand, fingers curled and knuckles white as you lifted him through the force. As you closed your hand into a fist you choked the last bit of air from his lungs, killing him. You dropped him to the ground before putting your attention back to your own wounds. You made your way back to your ship, you had medical droids there that could tend to you as you returned back to your base to be completely healed. You turned to take one last look at Fives who was slowly starting to stand back up. He made eye contact with you, whiskey colored eyes looked desperately at yours. He yelled your name one more time, desperately trying to get you to stay but you denied him before turning to leave him, alone once more.

“I tried to warn you, vod.” Rex said. Fives and his captain had both reached the checkpoint and Fives had finished telling his captain about what happened with you. “She’s not the same person she was that you knew.” He added. Fives head was in his hands, the man was clearly distressed and upset by everything that had happened with you. He lifted his head from his hands and looked back up at Rex. “She’s still in there, I know she is.” He replied, his voice was distant but also stressed. He needed you back. He needed you to complete him. You were his other half, without you he didn’t know how he would get through the war. And now that you had made a statement to him about your decisions…. he feared that he would have to end You if you ever met again on the battlefield and that was something he just couldn’t bring himself to do. He loved you, even if you had fallen to the dark side. He was ruined. Of that there was no doubt. But he’d be damned if he just let you go just like that. He would do everything in his power to talk you out of what you had done. He had hope that you were still in there, the girl he fell for. And that hope was all he needed.

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I wish all writers who haven’t been able to write in a long time bc of depression a very I love u and I promise u will write again

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Tonight's writing vibe ☆

And yes, that's a 79's wine glass

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could you do a Bly x reader smutty-fluff?

Admiral’s Commander: Bly x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut (will mark where it starts) 

Words: 2.4k

Not everyone was fortunate enough to be gifted their own Jedi cruiser, but you always stood out among admirals. You started your military career as the Naboo Queen’s private pilot. When the Clone Wars started, Naboo’s senator suggested you to be an admiral for the Grand Army of the Republic. You were appointed the position, and then, given the Jedi Cruiser.

You stood on the bridge of the Starlight staring blankly at the planet, Scariff, below. Separatist forces have long retreated. The battle in space wasn’t too horrible, with the Starlight only suffering minor damage. But, that usually means the ground battle was a different story. This made you nervous.

Still staring down at Scariff, you began twisting the ring around your index finger with your thumb. This was an anxious habit you picked up during the war. The first of the gunships carrying the 327th back to the Starlight began to come into sight. You counted them as they landed in the hangar. Fourteen went, fourteen returned. A small curled on your lips at the successful evacuation. The relief was short lived.

“Captain,” you called out, your second in command saluting you, “I need to discuss an important matter with General Secura. You’re in command of the bridge in my absence. In five minutes, prep to lightspeed. Hydian way.”

“Yes sir!” he nodded as you exited the bridge.

During the turbo lift ride down to the hanger, you continued to fidget with your ring. The moment the doors opened, you began searching for Aayla’s gunship, except, you weren’t looking for Aayla at all. No. You were looking for her commander, your commander. As hard as you both tried, the romance between you and Commander Bly was couldn’t be kept a secret from Aayla. When she first learned of the “forbidden” relationship, she wasn’t at all surprised and even offered to assist in providing covers so you could have the alone time you both desired.

Finally, you caught a glimpse of Aayla’s gunship, and made your way towards it. Even from across the hangar, Bly was able to spot you the moment you exited the turbo lift. His eyes were locked on the lift door since the moment he landed. When you saw him, the weight of the galaxy lifted off your shoulders. Seeing him alive after a mission was something you never took for granted.

A soft smile formed on his lips as you approached him, “Admiral,” he nodded, finally addressing you.

You bowed softly at him, “Commander,” then Aayla, “General.” You paused for a moment, “I was wondering if you, your commander and I could discuss upcoming strategic approach?” you addressed Aayla.

She pressed her lips together, “Of course Admiral.”

Her response prompted another smile. “Discussing upcoming strategic approach” was the little code you had with Aayla for, “can I get some time with Bly.” And in typical Aayla fashion, she was always willing to help you two sneak around.

Bly followed behind you and Aalya, listening to your conversation. As you and Aayla approached your quarters, she wrapped up the conversation, "All I'm saying is that your hair would look amazing in that new style! Anyway, I best be letting you two be!"

"Thanks Aayla," you exhaled, giving her a compassionate smile. As she walked away, you opened the door to your quarters and entered with Bly. The second the door closed, he let out a huge sigh and took his helmet off, setting it down.

"It was bad wasn't it?" you frowned, taking a seat on your sofa.

Bly began to take off his armor, "Depends on whether or not you consider seventy two fatalities bad."

"Bly!" you almost yelled as he grabbed a towel hanging from your fresher door. Without responding,  he walked in and shut the door behind him. You groaned and threw your body back onto the sofa.

It was bad.

He only ever gets like this when it's bad.

You allowed him to wash off alone; he probably needed it. In the mean time, you unbuttoned your light grey tunic and hung it up. The badges and patches glistened in the overhead lighting of your room, You ran your fingers over the badges slowly, wondering if all of this war was even worth it. Pushing the thought aside, you changed out of your slacks and into your favorite olive green sweatpants, and sat back down.

The sound of the water turning off made you shoot up from the sofa. You took a quick look at yourself in the mirror. The tank top you always wore under your tunic looked a mess, but it hugged your body in all the ways Bly liked. Your hair was neatly braided into two braids that turned into twin pony tails resting on the back of your head. For the stress you faced all day, you were shocked your hair held up that well. Especially under a hat.

After what felt like an eternity, Bly finally emerged from the fresher, wearing almost the same thing as you. You figured you could get him some comfortable clothes for whenever he spent time with you. Beads of water dripped from his hair, leaving droplets of water on his white tank. It really didn't seem like he just came out of a war zone, he still looked like an angel before you.

He looked at you and gave a half smile, then looked down at his feet, "I'm sorry dara," His shortened term for 'my love' in Mando'a, "I just wasn't ready for that kind of battle. You know, m the heavy casualties, making me wonder why we even exist. The kind of battle that makes me-"

You cut him off with two fingers to his lips, which somehow, always remained soft to the touch. "You hold yourself too accountable," you whispered, pulling your fingers away," but, I'm sorry."

"For?" he quietly grunted, his teeth clenched on his cheeks.

You sighed, "I'm just sorry."

In one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you in close to him, and rested his head on your shoulder. Water from his still damp hair began to soak the top of your tank top but you didn't mind. He remained silent while in the embrace; he just wanted to feel your hug. Bly mumbled something incoherent as you slowly rubbed the back of his head with your thumb. You hummed at him in question, prompting him to lift his head off your shoulder.

His arms still rested on your waist when he responded, "I just wasn't ready to get shot down and never see the most beautiful living thing in the galaxy again."

You closed your eyes and pushed your body back into his, your arms firmly wrapped around his neck. Bly, who's strength could always overtake yours, took over the hug and started walking towards your mattress, his arms still wrapped around you. When the back of your legs hit your mattress Bly pulled you onto the bed with him. You opened your eyes to meet his. You were no Jedi, but you could see the fear in his eyes.

"Being scared doesn't help anyone," you sighed, noticing newly acquired cuts and marks from the war on his face, "especially yourself."

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, exhaling and laying on his back.

You pressed your lips together, trying to come up with your next words, "Well, you're here now, and the battle's over. And!" you drew out 'and', picking up your holovision remote, "I've got your favorite show on!" Bly briefly smiled as the theme of "Serennian Dad" began to play atom your holovision. He shifted his body up from a lying down position to sitting ups his arm snaking around your shoulders. You rested  your head on his shoulder and nuzzled closer to him.

"Better?" you asked innocently looking up at him.

"Much, much better" he smiled, kissing the top of your head. As you and Bly sat there together, he let out a soft chuckle at the show every now and then while you weren't even paying attention. You were looking up at him, taking in every last detail of his face.

While many would argue Bly looked like every clone in the army, you couldn't disagree more. Every clone had different scars. Every scar told a different story. No two clones were alike.

You slid your leg over his and put your hand on his chest. This prompted a quick turn of his head.

"Yes?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Just wanna get closer," you hummed, "and you're like a radiator right now. It gets chilly in here!"

Bly slowly nodded, "I knew you only wanted me for my body heat!"

"Oh shut up!" you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest.

"Make me," he pursed his lips looking dead into your eyes.

Oh. Oh.

"So," you tapped his chest, "the commander thinks he can command the admiral? How cute!" Smirking, you grabbed the remote, turning the volume up a few levels.

Bly gave you a look, that look, "Appears that way cyar'ika," he put a finger under the strap of your tank top and tugged, twisting it around his finger, "it appears that way." It was in that moment, you felt the rest of the galaxy disappear. There was no war, there was no Republic, there was just Bly. You gently swallowed and tilted your head, looking at your world in front of you. You were so caught in his spell, you didn't even notice when he moved his hands to your hair, combing his fingers through your hair.

"Bly," you murmured, his hands moving from your hair to your face, where he cupped your cheek.  It only took moment being gazed locked like that for his lips to be on yours in a gentle, yet eager kiss.

His lips still on yours, you held onto the nape of his neck, pushing his head into yours, deepening the kiss. Bly had the same idea in mind, grabbing you by the hips and putting you on his lap. You made a soft groan into the kiss as he pulled you in closer. As you attempted to break the kiss for a much needed breath of air, he refused your unspoken request as his tongue explored every crevice of your mouth.

Bly broke the kiss, licking his lower lip. He was infatuated with the way you tasted on his lips; tasting better than anything the Republic could give him. Moments later, you felt soft kisses above you chest, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. You whispered his name, making him stop and look up at you. Those damn eyes drove you insane, and now, they were filled with a fiery passion. It felt like forever since you saw that passion and you craved it.  This man was intoxicating.

SMUT INCOMING

He could no longer withstand the fire within him when he pulled you down onto his chest, your bodies molding together like clay, allowing enough space only for a kiss. No longer to withstand him clothed, you began to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head. Bly had the same idea. You sat straddled on his lap, your upper halves exposed to one another. His chest was a map of bruises and cuts, horrific memories from the war. And you leaned down to kiss every single one. His chest rose and fell heavily as you finished up the kisses.

Bly wanted his turn. You gasped as his mouth latched onto your breast as his flipped you onto your back. Closing your eyes, you began to arc up onto your elbows, trying to give more of yourself to him. It was was you felt as if you couldn't arc you back any more when you felt his cold touch between your legs. At some point, he was able to sneak his hand down your sweats, and onto the spot he know would make your insides scream.

After Bly provided some softy touches, he finally slid a finger in and resumed kissing your lips. But he knew you better. Without warning, he shouted an additional two fingers in, causing the holy sound of your moan to escape your lips. Bly knew exactly where to touch. Exactly how to touch. You felt your body tighten as his fingers continued to dance inside you.

Without warning, he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth, cleaning you off of him. He smirked in satisfaction, his reaction almost as amusing at what just transpired. This caused your body to heat up again, as you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you. His free hands removed both yours and his sweatpants, continuing the passionate kiss. Once they were off, he pressed the growth between his legs against you, providing him with a sound from you he would only expect in heaven.

You kissed him desperately, pressing your hips against his. Without warning, he placed his strong hands on your hips and drove them into the bed, positioning you exactly how he wanted. He gazed up at you, looking for your approval, before sliding his full length into you. You grabbed the sheets, pulling up at them as he pushed deeper and deeper into you. You let go of the sheets with one hand and attempted to put it on his neck, but he didn't allow that, and grabbed your wrist, shoving it down.

Bly's pace quickened, making you cry out in ways whenever heard before. You were close and he knew it. Teasingly he pulled out and rested his tip on your entrance.

"CC-5052 I swear to-" You couldn't get your words out before he pushed full force into you, your body moving a solid half a foot backwards from the thrust.

"Bly I," you moaned, feeling your walls close around him.

He quickly nodded and continued, feeling his release building up. Your eyes rolled back and you climaxed, feeling his release inside you. Bly's body collapsed onto yours as he pulled out. You felt limp under the weight of him. You both breathed heavily, as you rode out the orgasm. Bly slid his arms under you and flipped you over, pulling you into his chest.

You were still aching, still aroused with what your commander was capable of. He finally opened his eyes to meet yours and whispered, "oh cyare." He reached to the side to grab a blanket and pulled it over your bodies. Exhausted, you placed your cheek on his chest and closed your eyes. The room reeked of the mess you both made, but to Bly, he wouldn’t have it another way.

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I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PAY TO SEE THIS

Petition to let Captain Rex lay down in a meadow full of wildflowers. Just for a little bit.

This "Rex and Relaxation" illustration was done for 0riley_drawings's DTIYS challenge over on ig.

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Drop a clone headcannon in my ask box and I'll put it a fic!!

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Current WIPs

Bly x Reader (fluffy smut)

Jesse x Reader

Next Rex chapter

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The Clones as Brandon Rogers Quotes:

Inspired by my fav @soclonely

Kix - Principal Morris, one of the second graders is on fire and I don't think it's gonna make it this time

Fives - Where did you get vodka?

Rex - Dammit who left their cup of coffee I mt work station? Fuck it, it's Mamma's now

Wrecker - You know your room isn't going to get clean by watching those damn workout videos all day

Hardcase - The spookiest thing in this store is that a dick that small is in my gene pool

Waxer - Go get em Timmy! You're Mamma's little champ!

Boil - Put that candy back, I ain't buying you shit

Wolffe - Fuck off Janet, I'm not going to your fucking baby shower

Echo - Sir, please don't throw hotdogs at me

Fox - Kids grab your shit we're leaving

Dogma - Don't look at the dildos!

Bly - Well well well, look who finally decided to join us after his blow job break

Jesse - I drink to forget but i always remember

Cody - Boy pull up your damn pants. I can see Pinocchio and he is telling the truth

Crosshair - Samantha, grab your tablet I don't want you talking to me

Hevy - If there is a hell I hope he's not there with me

Hunter - We're four hours late to this damn bullshit

Tech - This will give me ample time to fill you in on the 31 dangers of Styrofoam

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@soclonely this you?

reminder that there’s a scene from the clone wars cartoon where c3po literally does a striptease

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Not sure if anyone here is familiar with this but I got slut shamed for wearing shorts today by SISTER CINDY herself

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Welcome Back: Fives x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut (18+ Please! I'll mark where it starts, so you can still enjoy the first half!)

Words: 2.5k

Corellia was dark as always. You hated this. As you strolled down the crowded street, you held your breath in disgust. The filth of the planet made you gag, but, you felt as if Corellia was the safest place to be. Crowded and disgusting, the opposite of what you liked. During the Clone Wars, post wars plans were frequently discussed among your men. You often found yourself thinking about the plans the men had. Rex wanted to be a farmer, Hardcase an actor for an action packed holovid, Jesse a dad, and Fives, well, Fives didn't care what he did, as long as those plans included you.

Before you could spiral too deep into those thoughts, you shook your head, attempting to clear your mind. Order 66 had ruined all of those plans for everyone, and two years later, you still couldn't fully process that.

As you continued down the street, you constantly glanced around for imperial stormtroopers. It felt as if as more time passed from the Jedi purge, your touch with the force faded. You could no longer simply "sense" people's presence without thinking too hard about it.

Roughly one hundred yards away from you was a small group of stormtroopers. Out of instinct,  you threw your hood over your head and tried to blend in as much as possible. As you got closer to the troopers, you ran your fingers along a soot covered bench and smeared it down your cheek, trying to disguise your facial features. On the rare chance any of those stormtroopers were clones, you could easily be recognized. The empire knew you were alive, and you didn't even want to think of the bounty over your head.

You wondered if any of troopers were clones. With there being only a few meters away from the soldiers, you glanced at them as any Corellian would. You felt one of the troopers eyes meet yours though his helmet momentarily. He watched you as you picked up your pace though the crowd, the slow turning motion of this head indicating this. After a minute or so of your quicken pace, you felt as if you were a good enough distance away from the solider that made eye contact with you. You paused and slid into an alley located only a few blocks from the run down apartment complex you call home. You sat on an empty crate and sighed, pulling your hood down. The last time you felt that stare was two tears ago.

Just like the last locked gaze you shared with Fives.

That last glance.

He was shooting at you. Through his helmet, you could sense his tears. Fives didn't want to hurt you, and you knew that. But, he had no other choice. You remember clenching your jaw, holding back tears. There was no escaping with him. You leapt from the building you were in and ran. You ran as far as you could. Far from Fives. Far from your life. Far from everything. Everything you knew was gone.

All you could ever wish for is that forever lasting nightmare to stop replaying in your head every time you saw a stormtrooper. But, that was a hopeless wish.

You ran your soot covered fingers through your hair and sighed. Just as you were about to stand up, the stormtrooper you locked eyes with was standing at the alley entrance, his blaster held lazily as his side. Figuring it was just a routine check, you began to reach for the identification card in your pocket. It was forged of course, but it always seemed to check out with the troopers. The trooper still hasn't spoken when you extended your arm, showing him your identification. His helmet tilted downwards as he read the name.

He chuckled, "Arilani Forrest? Creative!"

"No one has ever called me creative before," you mumbled, "but I best be on my way. I have a shift at the mining yard soon."

"Oh really?" his voice perked up, "would have never imagined you doing that." He began to walk towards you, forcing you to walk deeper into the alley.

You shrugged, "It was the best work I could get. Anything to better the empire." You HATED saying those words, "I'm honored to work for such a great-"

The trooper took off his hemet, making you stop mid-sentence. No wonder that glance felt familiar. It really was Fives.

Anger and passion fought within you as you stared blankly at him. Then fear hit. Quickly, you took a few steps back.

"Get away from me," you spit out.

Fives' smile turned to a frown, "Cyare, let me explain."

"You tried to kill me! You probably still are! And you just expect me to listen to you? To let my guard down and listen to the man who captured my heart and tear it to shreds?!"

"Don't act like that day was any harder for you as it was for me," he begged, stepping towards you, putting his blaster on the ground. "Remember Tup? I took that stupid chip out after that. That's why I cut my hair. I had to keep that a secret. For my safety, for your safety, for our safety!"

"Why should I trust you?" you murmured, trying to hold back tears.

Fives gave you a sympathetic smile, "Because you always used to tell me that I was the best shot in the 501st. You told me that there wasn't a single target I couldn't miss. If you really meant that, then why did I miss every shot I made at you. I wasn't even close. I was never shooting at you. If I didn't follow the order, I would have been killed right then and there. I knew you were capable of surviving. That's why I followed everyone else, knowing you would escape, hoping one day I could find you!" his smile grew, "it took two, long, excruciating years but you're here!"

You were quivering. As he stared at you, awaiting your response, you closed your eyes and exhaled, channeling the force. You came within arms length of him and placed your hands on the side of his head. Your heart skipped a beat at the touch. As you let the force speak to you, you soon came to realize he wasn't lying. There was no chip in his head. You let your arms fall to his neck as you pulled him close to you, your slow tears making his under armor around his neck wet.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pressed your body against his. The crappy armor felt uncomfortable on your cheek but you didn't mind. Fives twirled your hair around one of his fingers, the other hand stroking your back. The only reason why he "stayed loyal to the empire" was for this moment, no matter how long he had to wait for it.

Fives released your hair from his fingers and placed his hand on your chin, angling your face towards his. He took his glove off, exposing a clean hand, which he used to rub the soot off you cheek.

"Still as beautiful as ever," he murmured, studying your face as if he would never see it again.

"Fives, I-"

You were interrupted by his com link. He quickly threw his helmet and answered, explaining that he was simply doing identification checks, and he would report back soon. As soon as he ended the conversation, he took his helmet off and chucked in a nearby dumpster.

"I don't want to be a stormtrooper anymore," he sighed, his hands placed on your upper arms. "Please, get me out of here. They don't need me anymore."

You let out a small laugh, "While it will be a loss to the empire, let's get you, or, us, out of this nightmare."

The dark clouds over the Corellian sky finally began to give way, polluted rain hitting every surface. Rain on Corellia was vile, but in that moment, eyes locked with Fives, it didn't matter. He took off the rest of his armor and put it in the same dumpster as his helmet.

Digging through the trash, you found a battered cloak and threw it over him. "This will help you not stand out. I think the imperial logo on your shirt will give a little too much away. But let's get going. The rain is clearing out the streets."

He nodded in agreement and followed you to your apartment building. As you entered the elevator with him, you noticed he had a look of disgust.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fives shook his head, "would have never expected someone like you to live somewhere so disgusting."

"Exactly. That's why I'm here. You don't get options when the empire is out to kill you," you explained as you unlocked the front door.

The apartment was smaller than Fives expected. He thought the 501st barracks were nicer than your apartment, which was clearly saying something.  He glanced to his right and watched you take off your robes, revealing an outfit similar to the one you wore during the Clone Wars. As much as he loved it, he hated it. He hated knowing that every other man in the GAR would stare at the way it hugged your body, making you look far better than any model on the holonet. But, he loved knowing that you were all his.

"Yes?" you laughed, catching Fives staring at you in awe.

Fives swallowed hard, nodding, "Just looking at the most beautiful thing in the galaxy."  He slowly walked towards you and pressed his lips against the side of your ear, "we have two years of catching up to do."

Smirking, you hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter, "723 standard rotations to be exact," you winked, playfully grabbing his hands.

His forehead met yours as he whispered, "I think I forgot how it feels to kiss you and cyar'ika, I've thought about it every day."

SMUT INCOMING

"Then what are you waiting for," you lustfully groaned into his ear.

That was all he needed to hear. Before you had the chance to take another breath, his lips were on yours, filling your body with a euphoria you haven't felt since the order. It felt as if no time passed at all, he still had every square inch of your mouth memorized. Fives put his hands on your ass, pushing your hips into his, you both instantly feeling the heat coming from the other.

"We need to get you off this counter," he groaned, nibbling on your lower lip. You moaned something inaudible in response as he picked you up and shoved your body onto the nearby couch. Straddling over you, he took a moment to stare at the sight. He longed for the day he could see you under him again.

As Fives grinded his hips against yours, you couldn't help but notice the growth in his blacks on the brink of busting open the cheap fabric. Your hands made their way to his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down, exposing a fully erect Fives. The sight alone was enough to push you over the edge.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, taking the rest of his bottoms off and tossing them across the room. But before you could respond, he pressed a finger against your lips, "Now this isn't fair is it?" he wined, tugging at the hem of your shirt. In one swift motion, your shirt and bra was next to his discarded pants. Still straddled over you, fully exposed, he gawked at the sight in front of him. As he was in la la land, you pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the same toned body that made your knees weak when you first met him. You reached up to touch his left peck, running your fingers down his chest.

"Oh my handsome ARC," you whispered, tracing the outline of his abs. Two years later, pulling rank still sent him over the edge.

"That's it," he groaned, pressing his chest against yours and grinding hander into your hips. You were gasping his name with every push, which only made him push harder. Fives slipped his fingers into your pants and softly ran his index finger up your soaked clit. He pulled his finger out, your moan being music to his ears, and licked his finger dry. Fives knew damn well he was driving you up the wall, and had no plans on stopping.

You quivered at Fives' touch, and pulled the rest of your clothes off. Fives collapsed his body onto yours, the sensation of full skin to skin contact making his body tremor. As you both laid there motionless, taking in the moment, his throbbing cock kept poking at your entrance.

"Fives," you groaned, knowing you didn't even need to finish your sentence.

Slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock into you, listening to you moan under the pressure. As Fives pushed in further, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He steadily thrusted in and out, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Every next thrust came faster and harder. Your jaw was clenched as you groaned, trying to hold back the orgasm.

"I know you're close cyare," he said between thrusts, "where do you want it?"

Breathing heavily, you put your hands on Fives' lower back, preventing him to pull out for another thrust, "The damn war is over and we can finally live our dreams," you gasped for air, "it's a risk we can now take." You let go of his back and he continued to pump into you. As soon as you felt as if he was on the verge of splitting you right up the middle, you let out a loud moan as your walls clenched around his cock, which was simultaneously, filling you up. Fives laid down on top of you, still inside you, as you both rode out your orgasms.

"Fives," you panted, running your fingers through his hair. He smiled and shut his eyes, placing his head on your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat.

"Oh maker, I love you," he wined, nuzzling his head into your neck. He slid his softening cock out of you and got up, grabbing a blanket from across the room. You stared at his naked body, shining with the sweat you two just created. It was like staring at an ancient god. He laid the blanket over you and sat down, pulling you onto his chest.

"Welcome back my love," you smiled, tracing your finger on his chest.

"Hope I wasn't gone too long," he winked, watching you fall asleep in his arms.

It took two years, but finally, the post war dreams you shared were finally coming true.

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