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questforgalas · 11 months

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The Bad Batch and Rex Reuniting with Their Jedi Partner After Order 66

I go absolutely insane for Jedi x Clone relationships, and thinking about a Jedi reuniting with their clone after Order 66 gives me the ultimate rollercoaster of emotions so here ya go (wow it feels good to get the writing juices going again)

G/N reader. I made myself cry with all of these, you're welcome

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You were a Jedi shadow who occasionally accompanied the Bad Batch on missions. You were with them on Kaller when Order 66 happened but you got away with Caleb. Once Caleb is safely away from the Empire, you make your next move to get any information you can, and the only contact you trust at the moment is located on Ord Mantell. Cid offers you asylum and a place to lay low while you figure our your next move

One day while you're trying your best to reverse the many health code violations in Cid's bar, you feel a presence in the force that hits you like a punch in the chest as 4 clones in black and red armor enter the parlor

Hunter calling your name as you leapt over the river haunted you since Kaller

Seeing him standing in front of your made you unable to breathe

He sensed you the moment he walked in, whether it was your scent or your heartbeat you weren't sure, but he turned his head to you slower than you've ever seen him move before

The small blonde girl next to him noticed him stare, and she followed his eyesight, spotting you across the bar. "Is that a friend?" she asked

He didn't answer, just took a step forward like in a trance, but stopped immediately when he saw your hand instinctively hover where you hid your lightsaber

Slowly he raised his hands like placating a cornered animal, "They didn't activate, sweetheart. You're safe with us. You're safe with me."

You sensed it in the force, the truth in his words

He resumed his slow walk to you, the Batch holding their breath behind him

When he was an arms length away, you jumped into his arms, wrapping yourself around him and nuzzling your face into his neck. You felt him squeeze his arms around your waist, finding the crook of your neck, taking all of you in

No tears were shed. Just relief - slow, long breaths you've held since Kaller leaving you both

You stayed that way, wrapped in each other's arms, nuzzling as close as you can get

"Alright, you four, follow me. Clearly, these two need a minute," you hear Cid say from the safety of Hunter's shoulder

Four pairs of feet shuffle past you, a soft pat on your shoulder gives a warm, brief greeting, Echo most likely, before you're both left basking in each other's warmth

"I've got you, sweetheart. We'll figure this out together," he whispers in your ear. You snuggle closer in response

Wrecker wasted no time shoving through the group as soon as he saw you standing on the other side of the bar, eyes wide with shock

"Maker, what're you do..."

He immediately halts when he sees your hand reach for your hip

Of course, the last time you saw him was Kaller, he should've known you'd be suspicious

"It's ok meshla, ours didn't activate. Our chips are defective. Tell them Tech, tell them they're defective." You watch as he looks back at Tech with pleading eyes, body practically vibrating with his need to hold you

Without moving your hand, you move your eyes to Tech's who gives you an affirming nod "He's telling the truth. Our inhibitor chips failed to activate, and we are currently deserters of the Empire"

You didn't hear that last part though as you rushed to Wrecker who met with you equal enthusiasm halfway across the parlor

You were only crushed into his chest for a second or two before he was peppering your face with kisses

You felt yourself freely laugh for the first time since Kaller, playfully shoving him back so you could take in his face

He cupped your cheeks with his big hands, bringing your eyes to meet his

"Maker, I thought I'd never see you again, meshla. I'm so glad you're home"

Home. He was home, and you had no plans to leave ever again

He didn't notice you at first, too caught up in trying to figure out who Cid is

He continued on with his brothers, convinced this was the place for the Jedi contact

While he continued bantering with Hunter and Wrecker, you caught the eyes of Tech which widened when he saw you, but he remained quiet for Echo to discover for himself. His reassuring nod though told you all you needed to feel safe

You waited for the group to stop arguing, but when you saw things hadn't changed and no end was in sight, you couldn't help but laugh

Your laugh, as brief as it was, stopped him short

His back was to you, frozen, and he didn't turn around at first

The rest of his brothers turned in your direction, and Hunter's eyes darted between the two of you, warm smile on his face

What you didn't see was Echo close his eyes, telling his mind to stop playing these cruel tricks on him like it had been since Kaller - hearing your laugh, your soft singing on the marauder while they traveled around

When he finally turned around towards the source of the sound, he dropped his helmet

You gradually make your way to him as he remained frozen on the spot

The rest of the Batch shuffle to make room so you can get to him

As you get closer, your smile slowly grows with each step, tears welling

His eyes never leave yours, remaining wide and unblinking as if you're a mirage that's going to disappear

Finally, you're a hands length away from him, and you slowly raise your hand to rest on his cheek

As soon as skin meets skin, he releases the breath he'd been holding, and leans into the touch, closing his eyes and relishing in it

You let out a happy sob at the sight, your Echo back with you

Faster than hyperspeed, he snakes his arms around you, crushing you into his chest

His hand holds you in place while his scomp rubs soothingly up and down your back

You're full crying now, burying your face in his neck, thanking the Maker for not making you lose him a second time

"Shhh meshla, I've got you. I'm here. I'll always be right here. I'm not losing you again"

You can thank his observation skills and need to take in every detail of a new environment in order to study it for him spotting you right away

You were a bright spot compared to the many health code violations hiding within the bar

You waited on the other side, making your own observations, ready to reach for your lightsaber if needed

"No need for that, darling. Our inhibitor chips did not activate. They appear to be defective, possibly due to our mutations, and we were able to escape the Empire. Hence, why we are here"

You ease at the information, walking to meet Tech in the middle of the parlor

When you're close enough, you see something gleaming in his eyes. Happiness? Pride?

"You don't seem surprised to see me" you say to him, reaching for his hand

"Statistically, once you made your escape from Hunter on Kaller, and knowing your capabilities, I knew it was improbable that you would fall victim to Order 66. Although, finding you in a less than reputable bar in the Outer Rim is certainly a surprise"

Oh Tech, your Tech. So matter of fact and to the point

His explanation makes you laugh and shake your head

Not able to wait any longer, you grab him and pull him towards you

He softly smiles down at you as he cups your chin, bringing your lips to his

"What's the probability of us being separated again?" you ask him without pulling apart

"Very low. 0% in fact" he says before softly kissing you again

You reunited with the boys on Ord Mantell and stuck around with them as they figured out the new galaxy. Once you all sprang Crosshair free of the Empire, you removed his chip, and you stayed by his side the whole time as you waited for him to wake up

Every form of meditation in the galaxy could not calm your nerves

Crosshair's chip was removed 2 days ago and he'd been unconscious ever since

You never left his bedside, only eating and drinking when Echo or Omega brought you food and water

You'd laid your head down to rest some time ago when you felt his hand stir, yours laying on top of it

You shot up, holding yourself still as you watched him wake - groaning as his eyes adjusted and he took in the room

Slowly, they made their way to you, and you both froze

Every cell in your body wanted to throw your arms around him, but you gave him time to take in his new reality

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes"

The laugh that came out turned into a sob as you squeezed his hand

You're patient, spending the next few hours working through his guilt, helping him voice his insecurities, his doubts, his self-hatred, ready to combat each negative notion that dares make itself known

Hours later, you're both sitting in his med bed, leaning against the wall with your head on his shoulder

He has his arm around you, rubbing circles along your arm

After months of explosive run ins and uncertain truths, you bask in the quiet between you both

Whenever the tears escape, he quietly wipes them away, shushing them with soft kisses in your hair

In the night, a quiet confession

"I fought it. Every time I raised my rifle or pistol at you, I fought it. I could feel myself hesitating, yelling at myself in my own head"

You squeeze him tighter to you, nothing to say but letting him know that no matter what he reveals, you only want him closer

He brings you into his lap, legs curled over his, tucking you into his neck

"Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for fighting for me, even when I wouldn't fight for myself"

He places a gentle kiss in your hair before he tucks you further into him, resting his head on yours, letting the peaceful night settle around you both

You were a Jedi shadow in love with a certain captain and who occasionally accompanied the Bad Batch on missions. You were with them on Kaller when Order 66 happened but you got away with Caleb. Once Caleb is safely away from the Empire, you make your next move to get as far away from the Empire as possible

the blaster hole in his pauldron makes me so emotional ok anyway

it would take awhile, weeks even months before the reunion would happen with both of you trying to lay low as long as possible

Rex had the advantage of the Empire thinking him dead, you weren't so lucky

You only used the force once after the events, after you found yourself safely heading towards the outer rim, to reach out and search for Rex's signature

Once you felt it and felt it hadn't changed, unlike the other clones you knew, you immediately cut yourself off from the force going into hiding

It broke your heart cutting yourself off from him, but you knew it wasn't safe for him to be near you - and you still had a lot of questions

Later, settled on a backwater planet far from the Empire's reach and with the galaxy continuing on, you risk a short connection with the force with one thing in mind

You feel him, faintly, but he's still there and he's still your Rex

Months later, one day when you check on him, his signature is the strongest it's been since the war

You're too curious and too lonely, you hold onto it, knowing what you're risking, but follow it through the forest and to the clearing a few kliks from where you've established home

A small, abandoned farm greets you. A ship waits not far from the homestead, and two figures stand just by the porch. He shares the face with millions and is all the way across the clearing, but you'd recognize him anywhere

He's with another clone, and softly you reach out with the force to check their signatures - both unchanged, both not filled with hate and confusion like so many of the other soldiers after the war

It only took two steps into the clearing before you saw him stiffen and whip his head in your direction.

Of course he could sense you without you even opening yourself up to him.

You keep walking. He doesn't take his eyes off of you

Suddenly, like his brain needed a minute to catch up, he breaks into a sprint to you, the clone left behind laughing as he watches the stoic captain appear to finally lose it

You don't see him approach you since tears blocked your vision as soon as you saw him start running

Half attempts to wipe the waterfalls from your cheeks are halted when your feet leave the ground and you're crushed into a hard chest, arms wrapping around you tighter than a force choke

Pulling back, you're both crying and laughing, not fully believing this is actually happening

You try to wipe the tears from his cheeks, he pushes the hair that's fallen in your face away

Words are being whispered, whatever can be kissed is kissed

Eventually, you both manage a deep breath, and Rex brings his forehead to yours

For the first time since the war ended, you feel a calm in the force you never thought possible again

#tay writes #star wars #the bad batch #order 66 #hunter #wrecker #echo #tech #crosshair #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch echo #the bad batch tech #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch crosshair #captain rex #the bad batch headcanons #captain rex headcanons #clones x Jedi!reader #jedi!reader

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raisethestake · 10 months

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Clone Headcanon

- everyone thinks Hardcase is the silliest clone.

- it's actually Rex.

- he is uber commited to his duty, but part of what makes him such a great leader is that he has a quality that just makes you fcking love him.

- he has ridiculously good natural comedic timing. He chooses the perfect times to use humour to keep morale up without realising he's doing it.

- he's super goofy. He dad dances in the middle of 79's and you bet he knows the whole rap in Waterfalls.

- he's got a lil bit of that sass! It gets worse when he's drunk and Cody may or may not have seen him death drop once (three times).

- at the end of the night, he is insistent that his men get food "to avoid hangovers" and marches them to the takeout place round the corner. Everyone rolls with it because they all understand their captain just wants a pizza.

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rexxdjarin · 1 year

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alright ok listen

Rex is wonderful great brilliant at being a Captain. At doing his job.

But socially???? Babe that man has social anxiety. He overthinks every fucking move he makes. He doesn’t know what the fuck is going on and he never wants to be the center of attention when it’s not mission/accolade related.

Like what does he do with his hands when there aren’t two blasters in them ?????????

#captain rex headcanons #he’s like an introverted extrovert #he be thinking too much #captain rex #my sun moon and stars

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 8 months

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omg yES I'd love a part two to the Captain Rex headcanons with an anxious reader with the relationship part since you offered! ;u; I loved the first part so much (and that you included more from the 501st!) tytytyty 💙💙💙

Aw anon I'm so glad! Thank you for coming back as well, and continuing to fuel my feelings for our fine captain. 💙

Warnings and Information: Largely the same as part one. Undescribed fem!Reader with unspecified anxiety/anxious tendencies. Lots of fluff and other good feelings, primarily. Follows bullet point format. No Mando'a used this time. Reader is given different "nicknames" from the Clones to by-pass the use of a name in some cases.

Word count: 2,458

The set-up

The first time he goes to ask you if you'd like to grab some caf together, or go check out that little corner store not too far from the base by speederbike that one of your coworkers mentioned to you in passing, Rex puts in the effort to clean up his armor a bit. Now he doesn't go so far as to polish and repaint all the parts, but he doesn't want to look fresh off a battlefield either where he's caked in mud and dirt and ash. He wants to show you he cares by looking nice when he goes to lay out his offer. You're past the probationary period following your transfer, and he thinks it'd be nice to sort of celebrate that.

You're in your jumpsuit, cheerfully strutting around the hangar to complete the necessary work a little earlier than usual this morning when he first sees you. "Good morning, Captain Rex!" You're all bright-eyed and sunny smiles for so early in the day. Must be in a really good mood now that you feel the weight that comes with being fresh blood in the "office" has been lifted from your shoulders. Can breathe a little easier when there are less eyes scrutinizing your every move. "You're in a good mood today." Rex replies, careful to keep the right balance of being personable and professional within earshot of other civilian staff, as always, "Is there a special reason?" Your grin and your body language tells him everything he needs to know.

"Oh, no reason. Reasons, on the other hand…" you suggest, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from giggling within earshot of those same workers that you've seen him eyeing out of caution. You can afford to be a little braver now, but you should still be cautious. Rex smiles, delighted to hear and see that you're not feeling quite so anxious as you once were. You still have your nervous, self-soothing quirks like fiddling with the wrist-strap of your time device whenever you wear one, or twirling a stylus between your nimble fingers or rocking softly on the balls of your feet. Rex doesn't see you utilize them quite as often these days now that you're off probation, and it makes him feel so much better to see you more relaxed and comfortable here.

He still asks his brothers to keep an eye on you or give you any help in his stead if he senses you becoming overly anxious about anything. Dogma still offers to take any paperwork down to General Skywalker for you (and is certain to remember to knock, now). Fives and Echo still hang out around your desk and your workspace whenever they get the chance. Tup drops by with small snacks or drinks from the mess if you can't spare a moment to get away from your work (and he'll never say no to an offer to help fix up his hair, either). Kix has been by a few times to come sit with you when the anxiety gets really bad, coaching you through your grounding exercises, or acting as a GAR medic (who has authority to treat civilian staff in non-emergency situations) he can administer something to take the edge off. And Jesse has made plausible excuses for you to your boss's face if you've needed to step away and collect yourself, if it's really severe.

They all figure if the captain likes you, and on occasion asks them to check in with you for his "peace of mind" ("Captain Rex has a cruuuuush~" "Hardcase stop before you get yourself in troub-" "It's not just the Captain, Fives. She does too.") they shouldn't be afraid to cement their friendships with you anymore.

“Oh, by the way, Captain,” you call over your shoulder as you walk off to where you’d been summoned, “your armor looks very nice today.” Unfortunately, you were called away to take care of something just as he plucks up his nerve to ask if you’d like to grab a cup of caf with him before the day really gears up, but he doesn’t have to wait much longer for another opportunity.

The first "date"

It comes as a rather impromptu and unofficial thing, with one of the mechanics shouting across the hangar as he wraps up his welding kit that the repairs have been finished on a LAAT that had taken a heavy beating. "Captain! Gunship's good to go!" These guys are good. You get to the gunship before Rex does, admiring the handiwork of the repairmen in awe. "Wow… almost looks brand new, doesn't it?" He agrees with a chuckle, elbow to elbow with you. "What's it like to fly in one of these?" you ask, turning to him with earnest curiosity. It surprises him. "Weren't you transferred to the base in one of these?"

You shake your head, the datapad cradled a little tighter against your chest. "No, I got here by passenger shuttle."

Stay here, he tells you, he has an idea. He just needs to go find where Hawk is.

Hawk takes little time to get kitted-up in order to go take the LAAT for a test flight. Rex boards the gunship first, taking hold of one of the handles overhead before offering a hand out to you to help you up.

You regard the offered hand with mild apprehension, unclear if this is even allowed. "A-are you certain I can be up there? I'm just a civilian. I don't know that I can-" A simple smile is all he needs to calm you, quell your fraying nerves. “I’ll think of some clever excuse if anyone asks.” Rex promises you with one of his charming smiles and playful lift of his brow. He allows you to stand beside him so you feel more secure, showing you where best to grip the support handles as Hawk gears everything up. “Best hold on,” he warns you before you’d feel that lurch in your stomach as the ground falls away fast.

He tells Hawk to take it pretty easy, just a few test laps around the base and not too fast, and Rex keeps his eye on you as Hawk climbs the gunship high enough for his liking. Any sign from you that this was getting to be too much, and he would call it off. But you’re all giddy smiles and awed murmurings as you bravely peek at the ground far below from time to time.

“Beginning aerial test laps, Captain. I promise to go easy, ma’am!” Hawk calls back to the pair of you, beginning to maneuver and swing the gunship out to the right, making you bump hips with the Captain, unprepared to brace for the movement with your legs in addition to your upper body. You go to apologize, but he puts his hand on your opposite hip without a word (at first) to hold you a little closer to him to help you feel secure and steady. Rex apologizes to you for not warning you about the nature of the turns. “Flown in these things more times than I can count; it’s all just second nature to me.” You suppose that makes a lot of sense, surely a little flushed in the face, being so close. On the next turn, you know to anticipate it this time, but you still lean pretty heavily against him.

What happens next however is absolutely not your fault. Hawk purposefully takes a much sharper turn as he completes one of his last laps, and with the centrifugal force you’re really pushed up against Captain Rex, practically chest to chest with him now, and then laughs apologetically from the cockpit. “Whoops, sorry sweetheart! Got a little carried away on that one. You alright?” You’re fine, you answer just loud enough for Hawk to hear, finding yourself still so close against Rex, his hand still on your hip to hold you steady. You and Rex look at each other for one long moment, almost missing what Hawk says about taking you in for a landing, feeling a little lost in the other’s eye…

Once you’re back on the ground, you thank Hawk for letting you come along on the test flight for the repaired LAAT. “Oh, you’re welcome! I hope it was nice despite that one turn. Just got a little ahead of myself and forgot you’re not used to those kinds of ships.” You promise it’s okay, and thank him again. You should probably get back to work now, you explain, a little color in your cheeks after smiling at Rex and bidding him goodbye next.

He makes no mention of the transfer-smear of lip product found on his Captain’s face, one that looks an awful lot like the color you’re wearing this morning, until he’s certain you’re out of earshot. “That’s a nice color on you, Captain.” Rex takes a moment to clean his cheek of the evidence, a gentle pout playing across his features, his broad nose creasing as he responds to Hawk’s compliment. “You swung too wide on that last turn before we landed…”

As partners

It’s not long after that that things kick off. Secretly. There’s no official code or regulation against this (you’d know: Echo and Dogma checked for one extensively, separately and together) relationship taking place, but you’re going to keep it on the down-low for the most part. Rex has a professional image to maintain as a captain of the GAR, and you risk being transferred out should any of your higher-ups feel this partnership of sorts comes as a hindrance or serious detriment to your job as a civilian. (“Do you know how many want to be in your shoes? Do you have any idea just how sought-after this position is?” “A-A very good idea, actually. That’s why I’m here, sir. I promise, I’m not going to make any trouble.” (Oh how Fives and Jesse had wanted to give the civilian staff member you reported to a piece of their minds for talking to you like that.)) You and Rex find a way to make it work, with a little help from his brothers.

He visits you during work. Often as he can. Sometimes it's planned out in advance, where the two of you have lots of time alone. He makes sure that you're doing okay, and that you're taking care of yourself, of course, but primarily these opportunities to see you are just to spend time with you. Take his mind off of the war. Take your mind off of your job, or whatever troubles you. Sometimes it's discreet, spur of the moment little meetings in empty offices… or secluded corners his brothers have told him about.

"There's a blind spot in the cameras around here," Hardcase explains, unprompted, one afternoon over nutrimush in the mess hall, "You can get away with a lot of stuff right there behind the shelving." He's not sure if he's about to reprimand Hardcase as his Captain or to thank him as a brother for this insight for a long moment. "What do you mean by get away with a lot of stuff, 'Case?" There's quite a few options it turns out. Stash some contraband, (re)paint your armor without being bothered too much, or just… y'know. Have a nap? (Damn, okay, aside from whatever Hardcase means by contraband that sounds like a pretty great spot.) "Maybe I'll… check it out." Rex agrees with a simple shrug.

Oh and if he does, he has to be careful about a certain box on the shelves. Can't put empty snack wrappers back in it otherwise it'll attract ants again, Hardcase says he learned that one the hard way and it took a while to get it back under control just short of throwing away his whole collection of snacks. Two of them are welcome to just about anything they find in the box if Rex takes you there, but the energy drinks are off limits.

"Or just leave Hardcase five credits if you do take one." Echo calls from a little further down the table, pouring over some section of the regulation manual related to your job that you were having trouble understanding. (They used a lot of unnecessary and complicated words because it was translated into Basic from another galactic language.) "Fives and I do it all the time." A few more brothers confirm that they do the same since being let in on Hardcase's little secret. Dogma insists he does not. "I don't like these crazy energy drinks they come up with. 'Trotting Tauntaun' and 'Hyperspace Rush'? Makes me feel sick to my stomach and my heart race…" (It's probably all the caffeine, Kix calls back to him from Rex's left. Dogma might have a low tolerance for it and that's why he doesn't like it.)

This little nook within the hangar becomes the perfect place to decompress whenever Captain Rex notices you are looking more anxious than typical. One of his men has stashed away an old GAR-issue blanket that's stained with various smears of cobalt blue - 501st's Blue - but still plenty warm and comfortable to wrap up in. You can tell that it's Fives who added a little stack of flimsi scraps to write notes on the first time you come back here to this corner of the hangar with the Captain. Rex can see from a mile away that Kix is to thank for the healthier options within the box of Hardcase's snacks.

You're both not sure who scribbled your name along with his under the list of people who were "invited" here, but it makes you cry, in a happy way. To welcome their brother here would be one thing - all Clones had come up with secret, secluded spaces for themselves to have their privacy and establish stealthy boundaries for themselves and their well-being - but they were inviting you too. None of your other colleagues know about this sequestered space. They trusted you to keep their secrets. They liked you. Really liked you.

"To our Captain and his girl" the note begins, waiting for you both on top of the neatly folded blanket when Rex first helped you here, trying to help you settle your nerves after you were badly frightened by a speederbike backfiring outside the base as it whizzed past, "Welcome to our cozy little corner! We hope you like it here and trust that you'll keep it a better secret than General Skywalker and Senator Amidala being a "thing". Speaking of, figured it was time to let the loth-cat out of the bag now that you're both getting as serious as this war allows~. - The 501st"

Don't have a fic taglist for the time being, but I'll likely start one soon if I can figure out how to make those fancy forms some people have since I write a variety of stuff. For now, though, if you'd like to join a taglist for specific types of fics (for example just TBB-centric or just TCW-centric (or both)) don't hesitate to ask. 🩷

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sev-on-kamino · 10 months

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Gather round, girlies (GN)! We’re talking ✨Captain Rex✨ today.

Rex’s entire focus is his brothers and the GAR

He was bred to be a badass soldier, and he’s good with that

So on the battlefield he hits those notes with precision

He wasn’t bred to be Captain Rizz, so he can’t hit those notes without effort, and learning how to explore that side of himself

Social situations call for a skill set he wasn’t given or trained in, and didn’t feel like he had any need for

So while the boys are working on pick up lines and developing ungodly amounts of swag (looking at you Fives, and Kix!) he’s like nah, I’m good

And when he’s put in situations where those skills would be handy, he’s out of his depth and awkward

This takes me to the Rex x Reader fun of it all

You meet Rex in a professional capacity on the battlefield

He’s completely sure of himself in that role, and he’s a badass

You continue to think that’s who this man is all of the time until you’re put into a social situation where the lines are blurred and he falls apart

When he looks at you as medic, comms officer, mechanic, etc. you’re part of the machine. Valued of course, but your place in relation to him is clearly defined

When you’re in your civvies on shore leave, you’re now an attractive person talking to Rex the man, not Rex the captain

He’s interested no doubt, but ??? how to do the flirting???

Rex.exe has stopped working. Would you like to close the program or wait for it to respond?

This isn’t in the manual, there’s no defined rules of engagement that he can fall back on

It’s adapt and survive, and he can’t shoot his way into or out of it

You have to take the lead, you have to woo him

You want Rex? You gotta work for him. You gotta spell it out. You gotta take initiative.

Now once he’s sure of where he stands with you, sure of his place in your life?

It’s over for you in the best way possible

That confident, sure version of him is back in play

He knows what you like, what makes you happy, what turns you on

Now, it’s just timing and strategy, and he’s great at that

tagging: @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @iamburdened @sunshinesdaydream

#tcw rex #tcw rex x reader #tcw rex hc #captain rex #captain rex x you #captain rex x reader #reader insert #seven canons all around you #captain rex headcanons #this has been in my drafts for so long #enjoy it today pls

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toomanybandstocare · 1 year

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but the thot of 79s having a burlesque night??? you know during war there would be these travelling groups of singers and dancers for morale boost???

unlike usual the dance and techno beats, upbeat show music fills the club tonight. every booth overflows with troopers as the lightly shove their brothers for a better view. bar stools are reserved for COs to give them a front row seat to the show- some of the more bold men leave a small pile of credit in feont of them to watch the showstoppers bend down and shoot them a devestating wink before bending back into the dance routine. cheers, well-loving wolff calls, and hands drumming on tables send an electric energy through the air.

the mix of the troopers appreciation and buzz of show excitement makes you buzz as you twirl underneath the neon lights. tiny gemstones catch the light and exentuate your body movements in time with the rhythm. carefully strutting past the pint glasses and resting arms, you dance further to the end of the bar as the other performers move to let everyone get a glimpse.

you bat your eyelashes as you survey the new group of troopers. yet your gaze falls on three men sitting directly in front of you. each lean back in their seat, resting their drinks on the top of their armored thighs, as they meet your gaze with expressions of awestruck, attraction. dipping lower onto the table, you make out chipped yellow, blue, and gray paint that devorate their plastoid. twirling back up right, you land the final pose in time with your company and recieve thunderous applause, whistles, and cheers. when the lights flare and flood the room, you see that the clone in orange has a hooked scar on the left side of his temple, the man in the middle has a blonde buzz cut, and the third has a cybernetic eye. each man looks up at you with pride and adoration.

two of the clones offer their hands to help you off the bar. the other lightly rests his hand on your waist to stablize you once on the floor again. with a grateful smile you look each of them over and you heart pounds from their fleeting touches.

you join the rest of the show company to the make shift dressing room in one of the upper floor spare rooms and ler out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding once sat at your station. everyone’s buzzing and dying to join the boys downstairs once more for some dancing and chats. yet the molten gold gazes of the three men burn in the back of your memory as you try to relax and change into your club outfit. until one of the managers calls your name and places three roses onto your table with a water bottle and note. “compliments from the CO section,” she says with a excited smile.

you open the note and bite your nail to try to stop the growing smile forming on your face.

Thank you for show, mesh’la. Care to join us for an encore and drinks?

- Commander Cody of the 212th

- Commander Wolffe of the 104th

- Captain Rex of the 501st

quickly fixing yourself up and spritzing your signature fragrance, you dart out the door with shouts of encouragement behind you. weaving through the mass of club goers, some troopers stop to compliment you and thank you. some very confident who beam when you laugh in appreciation while some are flustered just by a flash of your smile. after chatting with one trooper for a few moments, a hand trails across your lower back and rests at the small.

“Don’t mean to cut this short, Fives, but I’m afraid they’re spoken for already,” Rex shoots you a small smile before nodding to his brother. his hand slips to your waist and gives you a tight squeeze while the two of you move away. he pulls you close to his side and one of your hands falls to rest where his compression top tucks into his utility belt. “Can’t let anyone else try to steal you away,” Rex explains with a devestating smirk tugging at his lips. you feel a wave of dizziness build the longer his hand rests on you.

Guiding you to a table on the raise level, you catch sight of Cody and Wolffe in a casual conversation. but the moment Wolffe sees you, his expression melts into ease. Cody’s gaze follows and the tip of mouth quirks into a soft smile as he get up to let you into the middle of the booth.

“There they are- Courescant’s star,” Cody says and rests his arm on the back of the booth behind you. his leg grazes against yours as he leans back into the seat. “Absolutely breathtaking,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as he takes you in. his golden eyes trail across your body and takes your breath away.

“What can we get you to drink, cy’are?” Wolffe asks. he leans forward and presses into your back. he hooks his chin on your shoulder. your cheeks blaze and you try not to squirm from the attention. his hot breath fans scross your neck and his nose trails up your jaw before he pauses at the shell of your ear. “The night’s only just beginning”.

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secondratefiction · 4 months

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How about Rex and Cody as cadets on Kamino? What are you h/cs? How did they get their names, etc.? Thank you so much! 💕

All right... I have thoughts, they're a little scattered, so please bare with me lol

First off, I subscribe heavily to the idea that 'Cody' is actually 'Kote', and it just became Cody overtime because that's what non-clones were hearing and repeating.

As far as how he got it... Man has been absolutely fearless from the moment he gained consciousness. 'Challenge Accepted' is pretty much his default personality trait. He earned the moniker 'glory' with every fiber of his being.

This is also why he got assigned to Obi-Wan, their crazy balances each other out.

With Rex... I haven't put a whole lot of thought on how he got his name. But I did find this option absolutely hilarious.

But, where Cody was fearless growing up, ready and willing to run head first in to anything regardless of the consequences (you know... like yeeting yourself at Grievous and just hoping for the best (no, we are never letting him live that down)); I see Rex being a lot more like Echo in the beginning. Or even Dogma

(which I'm pretty sure he compared himself to, yes?)

Man knows his regulations backwards and forwards, and it took him a long time to get comfortable working around the rules instead of just adhering to them to the letter.

(Working under Anakin was a bit of a baptism by fire, but he survived and came out the other side.)

#star wars #clone wars #commander cody #commander cody headcanons #captain rex #captain rex headcanons #requets

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 1 year

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(The Bad Batch) Dad Things

Random dad things I can see members of the Bad Batch doing with Omega.

(Some of these were inspired and included in a previous short story request, so they will overlap a little).

Hunter:

- Obsesses over the thermostat

- Says “ask _______,” which is the equivalent to “ask your mother.”

Wrecker:

- Falls Asleep the second he sits down on the couch, especially with a holoscreen on

- Sneezes really loudly

- Pokes fun/embarrasses in public

Echo:

- Fashion show in the living room after a day shopping with ________

- Grill expert, takes it very seriously

- Grunts when he sits down/gets up

Crosshair:

- He doesn’t want the pet, but ends up being its bestie

- The king of saying “no.”

Tech:

- Reminds you to check your oil at random times

- Goes outside to take vids of the storm

#bad batch #the bad batch #the bad batch headcanons #bad batch imagine #wrecker headcanons #tech headcanons #clone wars hunter headcanons #crosshair headcanons #rex headcanons #captain rex headcanons #echo headcanons

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thefact0rygirl · 2 years

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Everyone goes on how Rex is a gentleman but I believe Cody is too. Both make me giddy.

Rex learned to be a gentleman from Cody

#listen i know fandom thinks rex is this suave gentleman #but that poor dude was so lost until cody stepped in #rex is a gentleman thanks to cody #vee answers #anon #captain rex #captain rex headcanons

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sinfulsalutations · 1 year

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𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕚'𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕩

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴇx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʀᴇx ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ/ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏ, ʟɪɢʜᴛ-ɪꜱʜ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇx, ᴍᴇɴ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴀɢɢᴀɢᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 6.2ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ɪɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʙᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ, ᴍʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛʏ ʏᴇᴛ ꜱɪᴍᴜʟᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ʀᴇx ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ. ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ.

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Rex didn’t think she’d be up.

The humming of landing cargo ships and flights of troops had died down on the docks and the thrumming melodic march of clones had stopped hours ago. The 501st had gone back so late from their disastrous mission, General Skywalker didn’t even bother debriefing before sending them all off. Jesse or one of his other rambunctious brothers would typically propose going down to 79’s for a round of drinks to relieve the stress that pent up in their shoulders, but not that time; the life had been sucked out of all of them. Especially Rex.

But despite the failure and upset, the early release by Skywalker gave Rex an excuse to immediately go to her. He could strip himself down to just his boxers and let the warmth expanse of his chest warm her soft, shivering skin in her freezing apartment. She insisted she kept it that cold to save on the cost of running warm air, but he thought it barbaric. How could she put herself through such hell just to cheapen her expenses? Sure, the barracks he and his brothers slept in normally ran colder, but it was simply a way of military. His body ran warm by biology. But hers didn't. And he couldn't bear to imagine her shivering for warmth under the covers when he wasn't there to keep her body at stable temperatures.

At that time at night, she’d typically be asleep. Her apartment complex certainly was; the only sound that echoed through the halls was the droning of some late night holo broadcast. It got louder and louder as he took large, but careful steps to her apartment. He took out his copy of her keys, slotted it in, but as he gently pushed on the door it fell ajar. He hissed.

That can’t be right. She knew better than to leave her door unlocked overnight, when she was at her most vulnerable and easy to attack state. If he was there, if only he was there to lock the door, he’d hold her close, his body between her and the door and whisper softly in her ear how important it is to stay safe, how he’d never forgive himself if something were to happen to her.

He rushed in, despite being so tired he could’ve passed out, worried that she'd see her on the floor, bloodied and injured, or even worse, not there; all her belongings strewn around the apartment. But instead his eyes locked on to hers. She was leaning against the couch cushions but sat on the floor, her messy hair and tired, droopy face only illuminated by the blue light of the holo broadcast she had on in front of her. Her eyes snapped to his and they both immediately softened. Rex could feel all his limbs untense at seeing her.

She was the type of beautiful that he couldn’t even put into words most days; despite constantly expressing his feelings of love and adoration on her appearance and body, it never seemed to truly do her justice in his opinion. She was delicate but firm at the same time. Sometimes it felt like he could lightly caress her and she could shatter into a thousand pieces. Those days were the same nights he’d take her apart with his fingers and tongue and cock, whispering to her words he wished were more eloquent and poetic. She was so soft and nimble, careful and loving to him he couldn’t believe she was even real. But there were also nights she was firm in his arms, gripping onto him like Rex was the last thing holding her between a line of life and death. She’d whisper similar things; how he broke her apart and split her open, place himself in her body, in her cunt and in her heart. But she seemed so tough despite. Rex could never get enough of it.

But now, as she looked up at him with tired eyes and a worried crease in her eyebrows, he couldn’t quite place how her skin might feel if he were to touch her. Soft or hard, sweet or addicting. She whined, feeble and relieved and she stood up. Her body ached; he could feel it from a yard away, but she still kept herself up and walked toward him. He met her in the middle, his still armor clad hands holding her cheeks. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, which was bitten to shreds. She always had that as a bad habit; and he wasn't there to correct her before it was too late.

“Rex…” She muttered. Her hands came up as well, to grip at the chin of his bucket. Dank farrik, he had been so focused on just getting to her and being in her arms, he hadn’t taken off his helmet. “You’re back.”

“And you’re up,” Rex responded to her, a little too quick and automatic. He pulled away for just a moment to get a good grip on her wrist and led her to the front entrance. When they arrived at the door, still ajar from when he had stormed in, she only tilted her head. He groaned softly, frustrated. “You left the door open.”

She blinked and reached for the door, taking the knob in her hand. Not looking up at him, she whispered softly an apology.

“I must’ve forgot.”

She went to close and lock it, but Rex stood there with her.

“Cyare…” He said. He reached over and held her at her waist. The bare skin of her midriff practically lit on fire at the contact with his armor. “You can’t just forget to lock the door.”

She turned around in his arms, with a drowsy look of obliviousness on her face. He’d want to groan and be annoyed at her lack of competence, but he wasn’t thinking so straight either; it was too late at night for either of them to be up and having a serious conversation of safety.

“But nothing happened,” She said, going to bite at her lip again. He quickly pulled her lip away from her teeth and shook his head.

“Kriff, you-” He stopped himself from talking so gruffly. Rex sighed and pulled himself in closer to her, still fully covered head to toe in armor, and softly held her cheek. She melted into his embrace. “I shouldn’t have to explain this, baby.”

The pet name came out like sweet sugar on his tongue. He’d never really called her that out of the bedroom, and only then would it be grunted through so raggedly you could barely make it out. This time, it was full and clear and thoughtful.

Her face fell completely into his hand, closing her eyes in a way that looked like she was fighting her body to not keep them open. She whined again.

“I know,” She whispered, her forehead still worried with wrinkles. Her mouth met the palm of his hand piece, and she kissed it. Rex could’ve sworn he felt it through the layers of metal. “I know, I’m sorry.”

He sighed defeated, moving the hand to hold at her chin, so it didn’t roll back to a somewhat lifeless position it wanted to go.

“Don’t apologize,” He said firmly, but not mean. She tried to give him a smile, but she could barely manage to lift the corner of her lips up. A sickly grin came out. But in her freezing, stark apartment, it warmed Rex’s heart to a temperature not even the hottest days on Tatooine could compete with.

Her hand found his forearm and she led him slowly to her room, opening the door for him and not bothering to turn on the light. In the dark, still only illuminated by the light coming from the holo broadcast still playing in the other room, Rex stripped himself of his heavy armor, grunting and groaning when the pieces finally came out and left him only in scuffed up blacks. She helped him, tutting and clicking her tongue disapprovingly at every deep cut, scab, and rip in his clothes.

“Rex,” She said, one of her thumbs landing on a scab over his wrist and trailing the pad of her finger over it. “How did this happen?”

He grunted as a response, but it wasn’t good enough for her.

“It was a bad mission.”

It still didn’t seem to satisfy her, but no other words came out of him as he got out of his armor. He left the helmet for last, and as she pressed against him, her torso and pelvis against his, both of her hands on either side of the bucket, he hesitated and pulled back. She blinked.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed silent.

“Rex, baby…”

She pulled the same game he did before; using sweet little words that made him melt in her arms. She didn’t use nicknames for him often. It made the times she did an extra amount special. He finally softened in her grasp enough that she was able to lift the helmet off of his head.

The gasp she let out wasn’t as loud in his plugged ears as it actually was. But her hands on his bare skin brought him out of the trance.

He looked at her, naked eyes glued to each other, and he blinked away the sudden tears that came to his face. He couldn’t bear to imagine what might happen if he burst into tears in front of her. He was her protector, her guardian; he couldn’t fall apart in her presence.

But he was so close to.

She went to press his forehead against his, but couldn’t, for the blood that dripped down the side of his face and the gash that covered a good stretch of his hairline had stained his face maroon. A dollop of fresh blood dripped down to his chin. More cuts and scratches adorned his handsome, smoldered face. He’d always been a soldier coming home from war to her, but in their state, late at night and unable to compose themselves, it felt so raw. Unadulterated. Something she had seen before, yes, but never so… undisguised. It practically broke her heart. And he could see it in her eyes.

“Who did this to you?” She asked in a hushed whisper. Her hands came to his shoulders, one of the only parts of his gashed body that wasn’t cut open and massaged them tenderly. It only brought out a low groan from the back of his throat, but no words.

She sniffled. A part of her wanted to stomp her feet and scream, frustrated she couldn’t do for him what he needed. Not if he didn’t talk. He just looked at her with the same amber eyes that were cracked like glass and tears glossed over. She pressed her thumbs hard into his pressure points.

“Why didn’t you go to the medbay?”

Her words and her touch finally coaxed out a loud gulp and his raspy voice,

“I’m fine, cyare,” He said, his hands coming to her waist. He rocked her slowly toward the foot end of her bed. “Let’s just sleep. We’ll go to bed and deal with it when the sun is up.”

Her mouth fell open.

“No,” She refused in a whisper yell, holding onto him tighter. “Baby, you’re hurt.”

His words were even more coarse, if it were possible.

“I told you that I’m fine.” His head dipped down, his chin meeting the top of his chest to hide the anguish over his face. “This happens every time. It’s just in the job.”

Despite his rank in his battalion, they both knew the job meant the task he was bred for; die for the republic. They had talked about it before, usually as the talk that came after a long night at the 79’s. Whenever she joined him and the rest of his brothers, Rex never drank. He became her protector the whole night and once they came home. She’d try to unbuckle his belt, but he'd stop her, and instead the two would talk. And in her intoxicated state, it was when he’d finally say things he had been so scared about saying before. The insecurity he always held deep down with her about his life, more specifically his life with her. How he’d die long before she would and must leave her sooner than later to ease the pain. His feeling of undeserving of his life, undeserving of her love when he was only bred and trained to fight and die for a cause he didn’t even truly believe in, deep, deep, down in his heart. Rex only told her these things when she was drunk; he did it on purpose. Not maliciously, no, but because he didn’t want to deal with what she might say back if she was sober. He guessed that made him just as cowardly as the new cadets he always criticized.

“No, it isn’t,” Her words pierced him and his eardrums finally popped as if it was timed. He pulled his head up and looked in her eyes. “I know it isn’t. You can’t go to bed like this. I can't let you bleed out. Say you’re expendable, but this is not how you’ll die.”

Before he knew it, a thin tear fell down his face and he sighed out a breath deep from his longs. His eyes fluttered close and his eyebrows pushed together. He wanted to knead them with his own hands, but he felt so tired, so done in her arms.

Suddenly, he felt a feather light kiss over his eyelids. First his left, then his right, and he opened his eyes again. She was now teary-eyed too.

“C’mon,” She said; her hands went down to hold his, despite them being bloodied. “Let me take care of you.”

He licked his lips, the metallic stinging of his blood making him wince.

“Okay,” He said, absentmindedly. She grinned softly, the same look as before and he let her take him to the bathroom off the side of her room. “Okay, cyare.”

She flipped the lights on; the blinding radiance of the overhead bathroom light made Rex shut his eyes and cover them with his hand. She laughed softly and led him, his eyes still closed, to sit on the toilet seat.

When his eyes got adjusted, he finally opened them, but not to see her. He almost panicked for a moment. In his state of tiredness, he was almost unable to comprehend anything else happening besides her holding him. But his eyes fell to the drawers beneath the sink and saw her fumbling through them, throwing first aid supplies onto the counter without much thought in it. She hummed anxiously, and put her hands on her hips. She looked over at him apologetically.

“Will you give me a moment?”

He breathed nervously.

Her hand cupped his cheek, but he pulled back. She looked at her own palm; it was now covered in some of the fresh blood that dripped down him. Rex groaned.

“I’m making a mess.”

“No, you’re not,” She assured, turning around and cleaning the blood onto a white towel, leaving it stained in a passionate red. He sighed. “Give me a second, I need to get a cloth for this.” She told him.

He told her okay, take your time, and let her scurry off to grab a cloth to clean him with from somewhere else. But as he sat there, an omniscient hum in his ear that deafened the sound of her footsteps in the house, Rex became wracked with guilt. It had all been his fault; for making her stay up late. He saw the way she hid the bags under her eyes with makeup in the day, but he saw it almost every night they spent together when the layers came off; he kept her up at night. He left her anxiously rocking her legs and cracking her knuckles, clicking her tongue like she was the clock ticking the time; waiting and counting patiently until he came home. He pained her in a way he couldn’t even imagine, despite the torment his own mind dragged him through. His love tortured her enough, it seemed.

When she returned, a pile of neatly folded washing cloth in her arms and antibacterial liquid, he lowered his chin and asked in a deeply apologetic mutter,

“Why were you up?”

“Huh?” She hummed, drowsily oblivious. He wanted to groan, but he knew he mustn’t snap; unless he wanted to hurt the both of them more.

Her fingers came to his chin and she lifted his head up to meet her as she stood. Her other hand, holding the cloth dipped in the liquid, came to dab at the wounds, in that same happy medium he saw in her from before; not soft, but not very rough either. He winced, but not much; the pain he felt in his heart at that moment couldn’t be matched.

“Why were you awake?” He asked again. His lips barely moved, but the words came out articulate. She blinked and shook her head, bit her lip quickly before quickly stopping herself from instinct.

“I couldn’t sleep,” She said. She then shrugged, so carelessly and lying that he could barely handle it.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” He said. Rex wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

She didn’t respond for a long moment.

“Cyare.”

“I was waiting for you,” She finally answered truthfully, an ached soreness coming out with her words. He felt relieved to finally hear the words from her, but it didn’t relieve the ache in his own body.

“You don’t have to do that,” He insisted, his eyes falling closed just a little as she began to wash off the dried and bleeding blood. Her other hand came up with a napkin, pressing firm into the gash to try and stop the bleeding.

“I want to,” She said. He shook his head, but she held the sides of his head back into place. Their eyes met and he wanted to melt, or fall into her arms. His instinct told him to just kiss it out, fuck it out, anything but have to tell her that his dedication to the Republic was hurting her.

“Who told you that?” He asked, persistent. Despite his eyes being half lidded as he looked up at her, he could see every little detail of her face clearly.

She shrugged, softer this time and less careless. It hurt less. It felt more like an answer than a dismiss. Despite him being gone a lot, and long time gaps between when they get to see each other more often than not, he practically memorized every little detail about her.

“No one did,” She said. Rex thought she might go on, but instead she went back to diligently clean up his face, her eyes so focused the whites no longer look reddened from lack of sleep. It was almost like she restored her energy from it; like her energy was being restored from being around him more often than not.

Neither spoke while she finished cleaning his face. She closed the gash that had gone across his hairline and gotten rid of the blood that dripped down his face. All the scratches were wiped away to healing patches and the rip on his bottom lip was gone. Or at least it felt so. Her hands, the perfect final remedy to his body, trailed over his face, admiring her work. She dipped down and her lips captured his.

Rex wasn’t expecting it. He was certain there wouldn't be any other state he could’ve been to be prepared for it. But the kiss wasn’t a bad surprise either. He wanted to bring his hands up as well, trail them over her body and pin her against the wall, forget this whole thing kriffing happened, but instead he sat wide eyed as her lips met his. They did flutter close, and he came rather quickly to find her touch warming in a way Rex had never felt before.

When they broke apart, she finally spoke.

“No one did.” She repeated.

He sighed, but it came out more of a groan. Her hands dropped down to the bottom hem of his blacks, looking so disapproving of the little scratches that cut through the fabric. As her hands gripped the soft hem of his shirt, he lifted up his arms and let her slowly peel it off. His skin immediately prickled at the cold air of her apartment. Still in this time of complete vulnerability he managed to get annoyed at how cold her apartment really was.

“Here,” She muttered, going over and holding the shower curtain open. “You should clean up.”

Rex grunted and pushed himself off the toilet seat, watching her diligently as she turned on the water and ran her fingers through the spray the shower head let out, waiting for it to turn warm. He took careful steps until his hands rested on her waist, no longer caring for the stains it might leave. His mouth rested above her ear, his breath a warm gush of air on her neck.

“Join me,” He whispered to her, in the insistent and needy tone she knew was trouble. Not that she didn’t enjoy the kind of trouble he was implying, but even he should’ve known it wasn’t the time.

She slipped away from his grasp and shook her head, persistent. Rex practically whined, following her movements around the bathroom with his arms open.

“You should clean yourself up,” She argued, but her hands couldn’t resist coming to the very top of his chest, where his pecs met his collarbone. “I’ll only distract you.”

She didn’t even realize she was being backed up until the backs of her calves met the marble that separated the flooring from the shower.

“I want you to distract me,” Rex insisted, taking her wrists. She clicked her tongue and one hand came up to rest on his shoulder. “Cyare. Please distract me from everything.”

She wanted to say no, because deep inside her she wanted him to talk. Tell her what happened and what was going on in that pretty little head of his. Instead of keeping it to himself and the nights when she would be too drunk to respond, and then too nervous to say anything about it

Despite all of it that plagued her mind, she couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” Rather rushed, her hands came to the hem of her shirt and she lifted it effortlessly, leaving her breasts fully exposed. She then pulled both her sweats and panties down. Following her actions, Rex took off his blacks and boxers. She pushed the shower curtain away and stepped in, guiding Rex in gently before her hands went to his closely cropped bleached hair. It had grown out just a little since he had last cut it, making it possible for her to sink her fingers in and tug at them insistently. He groaned deep from his chest when she did, his neck being sprayed by the warm water.

“Kriff,” Rex muttered as his hands came up to brush against her bare hips. She sighed and brought her arms up, letting her hands meet behind his head. She rocked her slowly, like they were both slow dancing in the rain, or just the spray of the shower. “You’re perfect, you know that right?”

She smiled, the first real smile of the night and shook her head.

“`M not perfect,” She said, and he tutted before pushing her against the wall, taking her thigh and bringing it over his hip. That’s when she could feel him. His whole length, warm and hard against her lower stomach. When she whimpered, her entrance dampening, he nipped at her ear.

“You’re perfect to me,” Rex said, softly kissing the shell of her ear. He rocked slowly against her, trying to relieve himself of the ache that they’d created between both of their legs. “For me. To me. Always good to me.” When her hand crept up again to tug at his hair, he groaned softly into her ear.

“Rex…” She muttered. He pulled away from her side and looked her in the eye. He rocked his hips forward, his tip running over her lower lips up and down, and she moaned softly.

“Please, cyare.” He could see how the worry creases only got darker when he winced trying to pull back from her. This is what he needed. It’s what they both needed, he was sure, to get this whole kriffing situation out of their heads. “I… I need this.”

For a second Rex thought she was going to continue to push back on him, but she finally softened and let her face relax. Her hand came down and took him in her hand, softly stroking him with a sense of love and thoughtfulness so strong, stronger than he’d ever felt it in her touch. She readjusted so the tip was nuzzled into the shallows of her entrance and then looked up at him with doe eyes. His forehead pressed to hers and he groaned in satisfaction. Finally, he could just feel his skin on hers. Get lost in her body and not come up until dawn. Then, he could be able to talk through it with her. Alleviate any anxieties that could possibly be plaguing her mind.

“Then just fuck me already,” She rasped out.

With that, any sense of self restraint broke down. He pushed into her, and like two pieces of hot glass they melded into each other. She moaned, but it was quiet over the sound of his own heart beating. He was trying so hard to get lost in her, that Rex was finding himself getting lost in his own.

He stilled in her, relishing in the warmth that rushed through his body. Not just from the hot water either. He dipped down, looking at her teary eyed and mouth open. Leaving a soft kiss on her lips, he began to roll his hips slowly into her. She sighed.

“Oh…” It came out of her mouth inadvertently, unintentionally. She seemed a disarray under him. But Rex couldn’t seem to make out the exact emotion on her. Fucking would clear it all away though. They could go to bed cuddled up to each other and forget any of this ever happened.

The grip he held on her thigh slipped and she bounced her higher up; he had more access to her soft, unmarked neck. He kept thrusting as he nipped at it. She tugged at his hair again.

Rex groaned.

“Just like that, ner kar’ta,” He rasped, biting at her skin with his front teeth. She gasped, her thighs clenching harder around his waist, pushing his cock in deeper. She moaned, louder at the stretch. It had been so long since they were together like this, so close and sweet and vulnerable.

Rex started to move more, harder and faster, holding her against the shower wall firm and hid his face under her jaw. She could feel the resistance in his body; everything in him was telling him to lay down, rest or open himself in a way he hasn’t that night. But with every thrust he pushed against it. He was too rough for the softness his body begged for.

“I…” The word came out like a mistake from her lips. Rex ignored it, moving his hand so his thumb rested over her clit and rubbed in the part she needed the most with every roll of his hips. She gasped, and moaned against him, her forehead coming to rest against his.

“I worry,” It finally came out. His eyes opened and met hers, which were blown wide and filled with tears. “I want you to talk.”

He stopped for just a moment, processing it, trying to let it sink into his skin and his mind, but then he only thrusted again. She sighed and closed her eyes.

“You… you’ll fuck me like talking it out isn’t an option.” Her nails scratched an itch in his scalp he didn’t now he had and trailed down his neck, to the strong muscles of his back, using it as a rock as he continued to fuck her. “But it is.”

He groaned, from pleasure and from anguish simultaneously, unable to separate the two in his state. Before he knew it, a tear fell down his face, because he knew what she was saying was true.

“It is, but for some reason you think it isn’t…” She said weakly, almost drowned out completely by the water. “And you, oh-”

Her body twitched at one movement, and Rex knew he had found the spot. He knew it would set them back if he kept going, but he had to. If it meant he could feel her quivering thighs around him. He thrusted and hit the spot again, but not with the energy he could’ve. Because still, the part of him that needed to hear what she was saying held him back.

“Y-you should know, I want you to know so kriffing bad,” She practically sobbed , and it broke Rex’s heart. “I’m here, and I want to help you. I’d never let you hurt yourself like this. Fall asleep next to you knowing you’re hurt. I stay up and wait, and you still don’t know why…”

She caught her breath and moaned again when his nail lightly scratched over her clit. He was shaking as well. Both of them were close.

“I worry, Rex.”

With that, he came deep inside her. He knew it was probably unwise to finish inside her without pulling out, but he didn’t have the space to think about that. He kept rocking into her slowly, and she bucked into him, trying to reach her peak as well. But when he softened and pulled out, she rubbed her inner thighs despondent.

When she looked up at him, tears had stained his face. His eyes were shut so hard it could’ve etched permanent marks. His breath shallow, he finally peeled open one eyelid, saw the precipice he left her on, and immediately dropped down to his knees.

He ate her out for what felt like years, cleaning up her blemished thighs and holding her in place until she finally came as well. She could barely hold herself up, but he did all the hard work, her thighs over his shoulders as he continued to lazily lick circles as the aftershocks of her orgasm crashed over her.

Despite the pressure her thighs had over his ears and the thrumming of the shower, he could still hear her clearly repeat, over and over.

“I worry, I worry, and I'm sorry.”

Rex finally came up for air and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the crown of her head.

“I know you do,” He finally said, and she sighed, a mix between defeated and relieved.

She grabbed a tub of shampoo, and languidly began to lather his hair with it. His eyes fluttered close and he groaned, satisfaction that ran deeper than the warm touch flowing through his veins. He poured some into his hands as well and washed her, slowly gathering all of her hair and taking extra care to assure that none of it got into her eyes. As they cleaned each other up, lovingly and without any rush, he asked her:

"Can you make a promise for me?"

She nodded eagerly.

"I don't want you to worry," He shook his head, disapproving at the mere idea of her having to worry another day about him. "And I'd do anything so you don't..."

He let out a shaky breath, before he said what she had been dying, wishing to hear for far too long.

"I'll talk to you. Kriff, I'll tell you everything about my day. Every single detail. The good stuff, the bad stuff, all of it. Nothing left out. Can you please promise me, you won't worry? That you won't stay up late at night waiting for me?"

She wrapped her arms tight and secure around his neck, looking up at him and blinking away tears that threatened to fall down her face.

"A-As long as you talk," She said. "And you let me take care of you the way you deserve."

With that, Rex nodded, and kissed her hard and sweet under the water, gripping onto her like she was the only thing keeping him afloat. Her hands came up to his hair and continued scrubbing out the hair products, still methodically cleaning him. Once they broke away, she fully got back to work giving him everything she could.

“We lost Friar,” He told her as she was disinfecting cuts over his stomach. An outlying droplet of conditioner fell down the side of his face, but he couldn’t find the energy to wash it away. It dripped down his chin and onto her chest as he spoke. “He was that shiny I told you about. The one that always insisted he get all the boys’ cafs. Never got an order wrong once.”

He continued to list the brothers he lost that mission. In all the crossfire and colliding with cascading rocks on the canyon covered planet they found themselves on. Sev, their medic in action had been trying to patch up the gash on Rex’s face when he got shot down by some clankers. Commander Tano and Bits had gotten cornered by a mountainous beast not even the most educated of their battalion could identify and Bits had taken it down before getting impaled. A shiny who hadn’t even gotten his name yet lost his hand. The mission had left so many of his brothers littered over the grounds, and for what? They were told there was a separatist base, yet there was not one in sight. General Skywalker with his force sensitivity couldn’t even sniff it out.

“It just…” He gasped out, suddenly overcome with a strong feeling in his gut. “Just reminded me how expendable me and my brothers are. How worthless we are to the Republic. And I almost forgot…”

“Stop,” she interrupted. Her hands came up to push away water that fell down his face and looked into his amber eyes. “People like the chancellor have obviously never met a clone. They’ve never met you.”

He pursed his lips before he relaxed and sighed. His eyes fluttered a bit, almost closing, but they stayed glued to hers.

“You’re the least ‘expendable’ person I've met. In every definition.” She went on her tip toes and pulled him down to give him a full kiss on his lips. “You know the name of every one of your brothers in the 501st. I'm sure I could quiz you and you’d get a perfect 100.” That was able to crack a smile on his face, brightening them both. “When you arrive home before me, you set out clothes and a towel. You never finish anything in the kitchen. Even if there's barely any left, you leave it for me to finish. You're one of the greatest things that's happened to me.”

Rex almost couldn’t believe what she was saying. For once, unlike all the nights he spent pouring out those thoughts while she was drunk, she responded. And it was exactly what he had hoped she’d say. What he imagined her saying in scenarios late at night if she fell asleep before him and left him to think. Somehow, she managed to be even more perfect for him.

He was so lost in her eyes and the world she created for the two of them, it took him a few moments to notice that she turned the shower off and guided him out. He blinked and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, watching as she dried herself off and grabbed her hairbrush. He stood behind her, almost like a looming tower over her body as she softly brushed her hair, letting it rest on her bare shoulders as she pulled on the panties and sweatpants she left on the cold tiles of the bathroom.

“Come to bed with me?” He asked. She grinned, shaking her head, but they both knew she wasn’t refusing. It was rare that she could say no to Rex in this state.

She quickly flicked off the lights, put on a shirt (which just so happened to be one of his that he always liked to leave at her place), and followed him devoutly before falling into his embrace on the bed. The moment she was fully wrapped in his tight hug, his arms hard and warm against her cold skin, she had no worries running through her mind.

“You’re perfect, you know,” He said, lovingly stroking her hair behind her ear. “Have my whole heart. Ner kar’ta, cyar’ika.”

She smiled into his neck and traced circles on his shoulder blade, finally feeling truly warm in the cold depths of her apartment the whole night.

"Yet you say that like you're not."

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questforgalas · 10 months

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Who are your favorite clones and your top headcanons about them?

Oh my god. Is there a character limit on this? This is the topic I could give a 2 hour presentation on with 5 minutes to prep

Ok so if I had to be really honest with myself, there is really only one TCW clone who is my favorite (others I like, but none have latched on the way he has) and that's Rex (if you know my blog, this is probably the least surprising thing I've ever written). Fives, Wolffe, and Gregor are honorable mentions, but Rex had me since second 1 of his screen time in the TCW movie.

Then came along the Bad Batch, but again, if I'm being honest with myself, I like the batch as a whole, and they're definitely my comfort squad, but only one has truly been my favorite since he walked off the Marauder in their intro arc in TCW, and it's Crosshair (I know, another shocker here)

Thanks for the ask!! Flood my inbox with asks if you so please 💖💖

I'm putting my HCs for them under the cut because I have no control with these two and this will be long lol

Rex

First things first, Rex is the definition of "work hard, play hard". Not that he's out partying all the time - I don't see him as a 79s frequenter at all actually - but that when he's off duty or the 501st actually have some time to relax, he's laughing and joking with his brothers and COs. He's not a stick in the mud at all, and he gets involved in pranks just as often as Fives, he's just better at avoiding the paperwork.

Ahsoka is like a little sister to him, and those two are best friends. When she left, it was the first time the 501st ever saw Rex unable to speak after a debrief and have to walk away to find somewhere private to grieve. He took it just as hard as Anakin to watch his little sister walk away, but unlike Anakin, he understood her reasoning and as hurt as he was, he was proud of her for sticking to her honor and to herself

Cody is the commander he's closest to, but Wolffe is the one he looks up to the most. Wolffe's pack instinct and drive to rescue all in need resonates with Rex and how he leads the 501st.

He's one of the most socially awkward individuals to ever come off of Kamino. Put him in a strategy briefing or in the middle of battle, and he's as calm and collected as a Jedi. Elevator ride with a CO and needs to make small talk? Absolute disaster. Obi-Wan picks up on this and purposely seeks out to stick himself in small talk situations with Rex for pure entertainment

Rex's favorite missions are relief missions because he loves seeing his brothers get to interact with the locals. He's a huge softy for kids, especially ones in war torn areas, and as soon as he's done with his duties, he'll organize a pick up game of anything between the local kids and the 501st. It distracts the kids from their situation and lets his brothers let loose. He's easily goaded into joining, usually by Jesse or Echo (before the citadel)

Crosshair

In my opinion, he's the most misinterpreted clone in the Batch, possibly of all the clones, but I digress

His relationship with the batchers: Tech: I'm not fully onboard with the "Tech and Crosshair are tube twins HC", but I definitely see them as very close. Crosshair is able to give Tech something the others can't which is someone who can sit for an indefinite amount of time and just listen. I think especially when they were cadets, Tech was easily excitable about new discoveries or new tinkerings, and Crosshair - being literally trained to sit in a sniper's nest for lord knows how long - would happily plop down and listen so Tech could exert the energy. Sometimes he cleaned his rifle, sometimes he just sat and listened. This extended into later years, and even though Tech didn't need to talk so much, it became a comfort to have each other sitting next to the other Echo: They didn't have as much time to bond, but I think these two bonded very quickly after Echo joined up. Similar to how Crosshair and Tech bonded, since Echo hates being alone, Crosshair was able to ease that panic by just sitting with him. Not necessarily talking or anything, just sitting and being; however, the comfort of it often eased Echo into telling stories of his days from the 501st, especially of Fives, and when he did, Crosshair would put down whatever he was doing (let's be honest, probably cleaning his rifle) and listen intently. Crosshair was also the most observant and sympathetic to Echo during his recovery. It would be quiet actions, but he'd check in with Echo more frequently than the others and make sure his new bro was doing ok Wrecker: Ohhhhh baby do I love their dynamic. Crosshair is the emo kid who adores his family but never wants to show it while Wrecker doesn't know how to interact without showing emotion, and Crosshair's warning glares mean nothing to him. These two were Hunter's #1 headache cause as cadets because Crosshair would encourage Wrecker into whatever crazy idea he had Hunter: The closest. All of the OG batchers are very close, but Hunter and Crosshair are another level. 1. They bonded over their enhanced skills (enhanced senses and enhanced eye site require a special kind of understanding) 2. Crosshair challenged Hunter as a leader and strategist not to be snarky, but to make sure their family always got out. He'd grill Hunter on strategies and the holes in each of them until they were perfect 3. Their closeness was very evident to me during their TCW arc with how often Hunter and Crosshair silently communicated with each other. This bled over into TBB E1, but those interactions were obviously short lived. They seek out each other's gazes the most

He sleeps on his stomach. It's second nature to him as a sniper, and even if he falls asleep on his side, he will 100% of the time wake up on his stomach

He and Tech were the pranksters of the group. They were nightmares as cadets, and when Echo joined them, their pranking ways picked up again as he taught them a few new ones he and Fives deployed on the 501st a time or two

He will be the first to die for his family. Hunter would work to get everyone out, but Crosshair would be the first to sacrifice himself so Hunter's plan had more time. He would've jumped after Tech out of that cable car if he didn't already have him with his rifle attachment

His giving love language is acts of service, but his receiving love language is physical touch/words of affirmation. The guy just needs to be reassured ok??? Wrap him in every blanket imaginable, he'll purr like a cat

Thank you for the ask!!

#tay asks #tay rambles #the bad batch #the clone wars #captain rex #crosshair #the bad batch headcanons #captain rex headcanons

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sunshinesdaydream · 10 months

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Rex loves a lazy river at a Waterpark

I can see this, him and Kix chilling in the lazy river while the rest of the crew are loosing their minds in the wave pool and slides.

#captain rex #star wars #the clone wars #501st shenanigans #captain rex headcanons

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merakimaiden · 2 years

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Would you be up to Hcs of rex and a reader that is just a perpetually sleepy bitch Who falls asleep in the weirdest places. I just feel like there is so much fluffy potential there lol. Imagine he just starts carrying around a pillow or blanket for her when they’re on the resolute 🥹😫.

Rex x sleepy reader

(gif from pinterest)

He understands you are exhausted after missions but- HOW DO YOU LITERALLY SLEEP ANYWHERE.

He’s just arrived onto the Resolute and everyone’s asking for you- oh there you are on the floor leaning against the bridge entrance with your arms crossed,s l e e p i n g.

Ahsoka is always the one waking you up, but after you’ve done what job that was needed to be completed? There you go again.

The other jedi may find it annoying how you’re always sleeping and not paying attention to your surroundings, but Rex finds you oh so cute.

On good days, (when no one wakes you up and just leaves you sleeping on the floor) when Rex finds you alone on the floor with no one around, he just blushes because YOU LOOK SO CUTE SLEEPING AAA but but he’s doesn’t know if he should wake you or not because you looksopeacefulsleeping and he’s just looking around for Ahsoka or someone else to come wake you up because HE DOESN’T WANT TO RUIN YOUR SLEEP

He ends up going to his quarters, already preparing for a night’s rest on his cot when suddenly he thinks about you. Oh Maker, what if you wake up with a stiff neck? What if you’re shivering in the cold? What if you end up falling onto the hard floor? What if? WHAT IF?

So he peeks his head out the door of his quarters, making sure the coast is clear before he snatches his blanket and pillow and SPRINTS to where you are

He quickly folds the long side of the blanket and places it beside you so you will not sleep on the cold floor of the ship and your body will be covered at the same time.

Then, he gently (he doesn’t know how he managed that without waking you) lays you down onto the pillow and blanket and absolutely tucks you in as tight as he could, THEN RUNS BACK TO HIS QUARTERS.

Poor boi sleeps with only his cot, no blanket no pillow but he doesn’t mind because.. as long as you’re comfy <3

A/N: SHORT but I hope you like this!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

#captain rex x reader #captain rex headcanons #he ends up having a stiff neck #rex

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rexxdjarin · 1 year

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if it’s real late at night and you’re up with Rex just laying there, touching, caressing, nuzzling and cuddling. it’s slow, soft, hazy with the enticing pull of sleep. and you just…you tell him you love him. and even if you fall asleep with your cheek pressed into his pec muscle and you’re drifting off with a smile on your face. He just lays there playing with your hair and like all giddy and can’t stop smiling because you love him. You love him like he loves you. Just that sight of him looking up at the ceiling all satisfied and safe and fulfilled because he gets to feel love I’m 😩🥺I love him so much. The gentle security that his love is 🥰 it’s so pure.

#captain rex #captain rex headcanons

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 8 months

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I saw your requests are open so I hope it's alright if I ask for some Captain Rex headcanons with an anxious love interest or s/o? Like maybe she's nervous about working near/with the GAR as a civ but our 💙 good captain in blue 💙 makes sure she's doing okay whenever he gets a chance/wants an excuse to be near her >///< It's okay if you don't wanna do this or find it trickey, I don't wanna pressure you 💙💙

More than alright, anon; plenty welcome, in fact! I'm feeling it for Rex lately myself, admittedly, so I hope I did him justice. I went with pre-relationship scenarios, so I hope that’s alright! If you’d like me to do a part a little differently, or follow up with the actual relationship, don’t hesitate to send in another request. 💙

Warnings and Information: Our good Captain in Blue has taken an interest in a certain civilian employee of the GAR, and it seems he's not quite so alone in feeling those butterflies in his stomach around her like he thought… Undescribed fem!Reader with unspecified anxiety/anxious tendencies. Little bit of mutual pining and some fluff, primarily. Follows bullet point format. No Mando'a used this time. The reader is given different "nicknames" from the Clones to bypass the use of a name in some cases.

Word count: 2,531

First meeting you

He wholeheartedly supported the inclusion of civilian staff in the Grand Army of the Republic. If there could be non-Jedi staff at the Jedi Temple, why not have non-Clones working alongside the soldiers? It only made sense, in a way.

And despite initial (and natural) concerns from his men and brothers of the 501st Legion, they had no reason to feel wary about being treated unkindly or with prejudice by any who passed the background inspections to serve alongside the men in other manners. Clerical. Mechanics. Inventory specialists. A team of cooks and a handful of barbers were certainly popular rumors. The one thing in common was they were all kind and even friendly with his men, at the end of the day.

So the Captain gave it little thought to see civilian staff on base between missions: after a certain point, you just get used to them being there and respond "It's good to be back." to everyone welcoming you back to your home away from home as you step off the LAATs. Another victory secured for the glory of the Republic.

However, he'll always take notice of a new face. There's a young woman who has just transferred here in his absence. The polite thing to do is introduce himself, but when he approaches and goes to extend his hand, he's surprised to find you shy away in alarm - just a little. "Welcome to our humble little base. It's nice to meet you. I'm Captain Rex of the five-oh-fir- Ma'am, is… everything alright?" he asks, curious and a little concerned.

Your smile is sweet and apologetic as you tuck an errant strand of hair back into place before introducing yourself with your name. "I'm sorry, Captain Rex, I wasn't expecting any introductions when you've just gotten back. You surprised me." you explain, now cradling the datapad against your chest, or morerather squeezing it against you almost. Oh, that explains it, he just startled you. "That's alright. Sorry for scaring you."

He would have liked to continue to get to know you beyond the few little exchanges they had, before he was called to the war room for a debriefing and he needed to excuse himself to answer the comms. But he really wants to get to know you better. Learn where you had transferred from and why, and how recently. How you liked the base, so far, and how you were adjusting. Thankfully, there'll be time later, at least.

One thing, when he gets the time to know you, that becomes immediately clear to Rex in very short order is that you deal with some degree of anxiety (or at least anxious tendencies) in your day-to-day beyond getting adjusted to the transfer. There's a few notable quirks and idiosyncrasies that come up whenever you're nervous, Rex notices. And the anxiety is not just a product of wartime, either. There's a way you just "know".

Being helpful and sweet

Captain Rex asks a few of his brothers to try offering a little friendship to help ease you further into this transfer. Ideally, he'd do as much of this himself as he could, but he doesn't always have the time to spare.

But he uses every opportunity he can to check on you himself, of course. As you start coming out of your shell, and your personality really starts to come through, that's when Rex thinks about inventing reasons to seek your company. He's got a few minutes free, he's already in the hangar, maybe he could swing by and see how you're doing, maybe have a quick chat. He picked up an extra drink from the canteen by mistake, maybe you'd like something to drink? Does he really need to run this little bit of paperwork by you if your job is minimally involved? No, not really, but he has a chance to talk to you.

Jesse deduces early on that he “must really like our new transfer if you keep volunteering to take all the forms even remotely involved to her for everyone, Captain.” Jesse is being teasing and suggestive about it. Rex brushes it off and explains it away easily enough, kind of for himself as much as it is for Jesse and the others. “She wouldn’t admit to it, but I think the last time everyone was coming in and out of her office with all the forms and paperwork for her all day kind of sent her into a tizzy. If I just collect it now, and give it to her all at one time, it’ll make it easier on her. She’s still adjusting here. Just trying to make it easier on her until she’s settled in comfortably.” There’s a few sympathetic winces around the room, hearing that you ended up feeling anxious at the end of that day. And there’s a slightly cheeky grin from Fives that concerns him, only initially, but he finds it’s one of the agreeable smiles soon enough. “Makes sense, Captain. If there’s anything I can do to help-” Echo elbows his chest plate meaningfully, “If there’s anything we can do to help, Echo and I will be glad to do it.” Fives smoothly corrects himself as he volunteers to assist the Captain in assisting this new civ employee.

You who are so incredibly, incredibly kind, and compassionate to the needs of his men (and polite in your professional interactions with him). His men are always so kind to her in turn. Stars, he thinks he finds himself almost falling in love with you, bit by bit. You can be forgiven for your shyness when you're just so kind with everyone you meet.

The way to his heart is through his brothers

You’re muttering worriedly as you shuffle all the stacks of flimsiplast and a few datapads you need to return to people, looking for something. Dogma notices, and starts walking towards you, clearing his throat from a distance to announce his presence. Give you a warning that someone is approaching. "You won't find it on your desk: I took that report to General Skywalker during his meeting for you, miss. I would have let you know, but I couldn't find you." You give Dogma a gracious smile in light of his act of kindness when you ask where a particular report on your desk went, rather than looking or acting upset any longer that it seemingly disappeared when you went to the ladies' fresher. "Oh, that was sweet of you, Dogma, thank you… I appreciate you doing that." It was no trouble, Dogma promises you. (Both Rex and Dogma silently reason with themselves that she didn't need to know Dogma had almost gotten into a little bit of trouble with the other Generals for being so focused on delivering the report on her behalf he completely forgot to knock before he came in.)

You and Tup get along swimmingly. Rex finds himself - curiously - envying his brother only for a moment every time he finds Tup getting a little help with wrangling his hair. Thick and full of curls, the typical hair ties they can get their hands on often only last a mission or two before they can't contain his hair under his bucket. "Hey, Tup? You got a second?" He glances at Rex for approval for a moment; they're due to leave in a few minutes and are going over strategy. Rex nods. "What can I do for ya, darlin'?" You pull a little packet of hair ties from a pocket in your jumpsuit, and offer to redo the bun he has to throw together in a hurry with no time to replace a snapped band. "I went to a beauty salon yesterday on my day off, and I saw these. They're advertised to work better for your hair type than these." You explain as you pluck out the broken elastic and rebuild Tup's bun with ease. "There. Now I feel better. I hope those will work for you, Tup." Tup grins appreciatively, and promises he'll do his best when you wish them all luck and to come back safely before returning to your work. (Rex imagines your touch must be so gentle if Tup keeps touching his hair to check that it's truly tied up.) The hair tie outlasts the mission and then some. It’s weeks before Tup has to ask you for another, and he grins from ear to ear, eyes bright with surprise when you give him the remainder of the packet, promising the rest are his. “Oh darlin’, you’re too nice… Are you sure? Thank you.”

Captain Rex often finds Echo and Fives crowded near your desk while you work. The first instance of this, he's concerned about them bothering you of course, but just as he comes along to tell them to go share a shadow with someone else (Him. It's going to be him that they'll bother.) he finds that the three of you are figuring out the difference between form 1587-A and form A1587. "Hmm, look at this subsection here on 87-A, it's asking for things like what's been added to a materials manifest. That's not on the other form is it, Fives?" Echo asks, pouring over one form as Fives looks at the other for you. Three heads set to one task would get this sorted out. "Doesn't look like it. Oh, hey Captain. Need us for something? We're just helping her out with these forms." Fives replies before taking notice of the Captain, who's standing at a short distance. "No, no," Rex replies with an easy smile as you and Echo join Fives in looking up at him, "Only wondering what you three were up to. Don't mind me." he promises, only staying for a few more moments to watch as you and his men sort this mystery out. He's not sure if you're looking a little flushed in the face because of the paperwork debacle, or because he's watching you.

You have to hunt him down one morning for a signature, dressed rather nicely today. You have a meeting with the head of the civilian staff, and you need one last thing before you attend. "Captain Rex? Could I get you to sign off on this paperwork for me please since it pertains to the manifest you sent me?" Rex apologizes earnestly to you as he scribbles down the approval. "I'm so sorry, I must have forgotten… Was so concerned about Denal that it just slipped my mind." Kix chuckles softly, reassuringly. "He'll be fine, Captain. That battle droid was in worse shape than Denal after Jesse got to his position." Kix quickly promises to give you the story later as Rex returns the datapad to you, his hands brushing against yours innocently. Something feels electric between you from such a simple gesture. "You look nice today, sweetheart. Good luck with your meeting." Kix calls after you, chuckling softly when you can do little more than smile over your shoulder, your face looking a mite flushed with color at the compliment. His team medic turns to him to say something, but changes course when he notices that Rex hasn’t moved a muscle since your fingers grazed over his own. “Hmm, maybe it’s a little warmer here than I realized. You’re also looking rather flushed, Captain.”

He’s fine, just feels a little strange. He can’t explain why, though.

Catching feelings for each other

It takes a while for it to happen, but while Hardcase’s runaway speederbike doesn’t hit him as he’s taking it to the hangar to get it repaired, the realization sure does when many of Torrent Company come back from their last assignment dirty, disheveled and oh-so-tired, and you just simply smile at him and his men and tell them all individually, by name, that you’re glad to see him safe? Oh Maker. That’s when he knows. Yes, he loves you. “It’s good to see you made it back safely, Captain Rex. Welcome back.” Like a few of his men before him, since you greeted him last, you give him the option for a welcoming friendly gesture, but there’s a moment where you hesitate before you decide you’ll be a little braver.

“You look like you could use a good hug rather than a handshake, Captain.” You promise him a little grease, ash and soot from the battlefield won’t hurt your jumpsuit - which are meant to get dirty, after all. You just feel a little something extra will do him some good, seeing that you can notice how simply tired he is. (It was a successful campaign and fortunately, they lost very few troops this time.)

Seeing how serious you seem about it, Rex agrees. “That sounds nice.”

Both of you laugh and smile nervously, nerves buzzing with energy, by the time you and the Captain break the hug. You don’t want to risk getting in trouble when you’re still technically within your probationary period for anything like unprofessional conduct or PDA, but kriff it. The brief hug was worth any anxiety attacks that might be brought on by overthinking this later.

And if you were disciplined for offering the hug, Captain Rex would absolutely lie and say it was his idea. He notices you seem to hug your arms across your chest whenever you get particularly anxious over some part of your work on occasion, seeing how you take deep, calming breaths before trying to tackle the problem again. He could play off the hug using that as an excuse should anyone come asking questions about it. It’s unlikely, but a man of his experience wants to be prepared for anything.

(Even your men who decide to give you a little ribbing about it.)

“You’ve been smiling to yourself for the last ten minutes now, Captain. Any particular reason~?” He’s just glad to be home, Jesse. That’s a pretty good reason to smile. “Oh, I’m sure… She must be glad too.” Jesse suggests with a short bark of laughter. He doesn’t pay it much mind, too busy calculating the days until the probationary period ends.

That’s just a week away. “That’s when I can hopefully stop feeling so nervous, all the time… At least, when you’re away, Captain.” you had admitted to him, ignoring how hot your face felt, maybe even looked. "I really do appreciate how welcome you and your men have made me feel here… Thank you for that. I took a big chance on this job and a location transfer, but I’m glad I did. Otherwise I… wouldn’t have met you."

And it’s more than okay when or if it turns out that your nervous tendencies don’t simply “disappear” by next week, too. Captain Rex has taken it into account and brushed up therapeutic and grounding techniques for those who live with anxiety as part of their daily lives, just in case he ever takes these feelings a step further, should he get an opportunity to. After all, his brothers are now taking bets on how long it is before the two of you are going to start doing things like getting lunch together from the mess…

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