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corrieguards · 1 year

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Charmin'

Fives x reader Summary: the first two times Fives tries to charm you, and the time he succeeds Word count: 1,7k T/W: none

A/N: If Fives flirted with me I would simply pass away. Fives is the definition of "too hot to handle" and I am not built for dealing with that much hotness interacting with me.

On that happy note, I hope you enjoy this little fic! :D my masterlist

The first time Fives spotted you on that stool in 79's he had to do a double take because there was no way someone that gorgeous was willing hanging out at the tacky clone bar.

His next thought was he absolutely needed to go and talk to you, right now.

He nudged Echo, getting his attention before whispering to him .

“Don’t look now but... What about her? The one sitting by the bar” he subtly pointed over Echos shoulder.

Echo obviously whipped around immediately, catching a look at you and snorting before laughing loudly

“Yeah right Fives, keep dreaming.”

The sound of the clones talking made you turn and look towards the two, startling when you found them both staring at you. Fives grimaced, sending you an awkward smile and wave. You looked taken aback but forced a small smile back.

As soon as your back was to them Fives angrily grabbed Echo’s shoulder, turning him back around.

“Kriff sake Echo, what part of ‘don’t look now’ do you not understand?” he hissed at his brother, who only smiled cheekily and shrugged.

“What? S’not like you had a chance with her anyway”

Fives immediately sent him an offended look "I’ll have you know I can easily get any girl”

This made Echo spit out the drink he had in his mouth, laughing. Fives just crossed his arms and lent back, severely unamused.

When he saw Fives was in fact very much serious his laughs died down "Wait.. You actually believe that?”

Fives nodded firmly in response, Echo dissolving into giggles again

“What. You don’t think I can get her?” Fives huffed, making Echo laugh further in response, only able to shake his head.

Fives of course took this as a challenge and decided to make it his personal mission to woo you tonight. 1 because he thought you were absolutely stunning, and 2 because he was going to thoroughly enjoy the look on Echo's face.

Echo quickly nudged Jesse who was sitting next to him, getting an annoyed “What.’” in response.

“Trust me, you’re gonna want to watch this Jesse. Fives is about to get humbled.”

Fives huffed unamused, muttering angrily under his breath as he got up. Smoothing his hair and fixing his blacks he strolled over to you, pointedly ignoring Echo and Jesse who were giggling behind him.

He slid into the stool next to yours, oozing confidence as he sent you one of his most charming smiles

“Hey there beautiful.”

You turned to look at him, giving him a subtle up and down, raising an eyebrow at the way he'd sat with his legs spread, obnoxiously taking up way more space than needed Oh, so he was one of those guys then.

Catching you staring, he sent you a wink. "Like what you see meshla?"

You shrugged, shooting a glance behind him at his two friends who immediately scrambled trying to pretend they weren't just gawping at you two, one of them knocking over his drink in his haste.

The sight made you chuckle, turning your attention back to the trooper in front of you.

"Same as 90% of the guys in this bar right now. You're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna stand out, trooper."

"What? These bad boys aren't doing it for you?" He smirked, flexing his arms and showing off his biceps.

His arms looked... good. Really good. You flushed, shaking your head to clear your thoughts and rolling your eyes to try to play it off.

Mistaking your head shake for a no, he decided on trying a different approach.

"No? Ok, I guess I'll just have to charm you with my words then."

You mearly tilted your head, raising your eyebrows at him and opening you hands in a 'go on then' gesture.

He smirked, resting his arm on the table top and leaning toward you, making sure to keep eye contact as he spoke.

"Y'know you look great in this lighting" he leant in even closer, whispering seductively "But you'd look way better in my bed"

This one got a surprised huff out of you, not expecting him to actually go full out. He smiled sheepishly at your reaction.

"Sorry, was that one too forward? Just couldn't help myself"

"No I just- well I'm not used to getting hit on like that I guess" you replied with a nervous smile.

He gave you a look of surprise "Seriously? Well, you've been hanging around the wrong guys then my dear. Guess you should have met me sooner."

You chuckled slightly, sliding a few credits ove the table for your drink before sliding off your seat. He finally clocked what you were doing, his hand automatically reaching out to stop you.

"Hey, hey. Where you goin'? I though we had something going on here?" he gestured a hand between the two of you frantically.

You smirked slightly, patting him on the shoulder

“Like I said, gonna have to try harder than that.”

His mouth parted slightly in surprise, scrambling for something to say, but you had already turned and were walking away.

“I’ll see you around?” he shouted out hopefully, to which you only responded with a quick wave over your shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

He stood, staring dumbly at were you'd just been. Echo and Jesse gave up trying to hide their giggles and burst out laughing, the sound shaking Fives out of his trance.

“Told you so…” Echo said in a sing-song voice, only making Fives scowl. The look on his face must have been funny because it only seemed to make them laugh harder.

“Aw c’mon Fives, don’t get all moody on us now.” Jesse clapped a hand on his back “Better luck next time, yeah?"

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The next time he spotted you he though he was hallucinating. You'd never told you you worked for the GAR but he could swear it was you under that walker. He squinted, taking a few steps closer before his face suddenly broke into a grin. Yep, that was definitely you.

He jogged up to you and put his foot on the edge of your creeper, making you squeak in surprise when he rolled you out from under the walker you were working on.

You blinked up dumbly as he loomed over you, forearm leaning against the side of the walker and head tilting.

“Baby we really gotta stop meeting like this” he purred, smirking down at you.

You huffed, pointedly rolling back under the walker and your response coming slightly muffled from underneath it.

“And you gotta stop distracting me while I’m working”

Fives chuckled and knelt down to your level. Much to your annoyance he grabbed you creeper and pulled you out again, stupid smirk still on his face.

"I couldn't resist, you just look so sexy with that grease all over your face."

Eyes widening, you furiously began wiping at your face with your sleeve, only managing to smear it further.

Feeling sorry for you he picked up a stray rag and gently swiped at your face. The tenderness of action making a light pink spread towards your cheeks. He caught your blush and raised his eyebrows at you, chuckling slightly

“Stop laughing at me” you tried to say it seriously but his continuous giggles eventually made you break into a smile.

He gasped dramatically, pressing a exaggerated hand to his chest “So she does smile after all”

“Yeah yeah very funny." You rolled your eyes at him playfully. "Y'know if you insist on staying here then you might as well make yourself useful.”

"Why of course, it would be my pleasure" he made a slight bow "What does my lady require?’”

You chuckled, shaking your head at his antics “Just pass me that spanner will ya?”

He quickly picked up the one you were pointing at, staring to pass it to you but suddenly pulling it back just as you were about to grab it.

“What the hell Fives?"

“Your hands are so much smaller than mine. Here we should compare.”

Before you could protest he was already holding his palm up to yours and pressing your hands together. The tips of your fingers only reached halfway up his and you hated the fact that it gave you butterflies.

When you started to pull away he quickly interlaced his finger with yours, keeping you in place. If you thought you had butterflies before then you must have a whole war going on in your stomach right now.

The look on your face must have given your feelings away because when Fives’ gaze flickered up to yours, his face quickly spread into a wide grin.

Opening his mouth to tease you further, he was interrupted by a shout of his name.

“Fives! Stop flirting with my mechanic and get over here”

You both turned to see Rex glaring at him from across the hanger. Fives shrugged, looking back at you

“Sorry meshla, but duty calls” he pressed a quick kiss to your hand which was still in his, making you blush instantly.

“Fives! What did I just say?” Rex’s voice rang through the hanger again, making Fives scramble to stand up.

“Sorry Cap, coming!” . He shot you a quick wink over his shoulder “I’ll see you around gorgeous”

—-

He was determined you’d eventually give in, and after many many testing remarks and lame pick up from his side, you eventually agreed to go on a date with him.

And you could honestly say that that one date was the best you’d had in your life (not that you’d been on many).

Fives had completely outdone himself and seeing him out of his uniform and away from his brothers was a eye opener for you.

When it was just the two of you could really see his loving and caring side peek through, and you fell for it hard.

As much as you hated proving Fives right, he was right all slong. You two had crazy chemistry and his confidence perfectly balanced out with you shyness, truly bringing out the best in the both of you.

So, to your surprise (and Echo’s dismay) somewhere along the line he'd actually managed to win you over.

Which led to how you were right now, curled up against his chest in your bed, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

His back was against the wall, chin resting on your head. You were sat across his lap, looking down at your joined hands.

Both of you were soaking up each other presence and silently enjoying the closeness of it all.

“I love your hands,” you mumbled, breaking the silence and getting a lazy hum from him in response.

Tracing your thumb over his knuckles, you carry on “They fit so well with mine.”

Fives chuckles, giving your hand a quick squeeze

“Lucky you then because there are thousands of my brothers with these exact hands across the galaxy”

You twist slightly, enough so that you could look at his face, smiling teasingly

“Then how come only your hands give me butterflies when you touch me?”

He melts instantly at you comment, grinning so wide his face hurts before shrugging and nuzzling his nose to yours, whispering softly against you lips

“Must be because I’m just that much more charmin'”.

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freesia-writes · 7 months

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CuddleFluff Prompts: Fives x Reader

For @the-bad-batch-baroness -- fell asleep watching a movie with your beloved Fives. :) Divider artwork by @lornaka!

You were roused from the warmest, most comfortable cave of slumber you'd been in for a long time by the disproportionately loud sound of an infomercial blasting on the holoscreen. It was advertising the hit songs of the last decade, and each inspirational ballad was punctuated with the shrill voice of an overly-enthusiastic announcer exhorting the audience as to what a fantastic deal it was.

Shifting a little, you became aware that you were hotter than usual, and when a gentle puff of air tickled the side of your neck, you turned your head a wee bit, an immediate smile curving your face.

Fives was nuzzled against your back, a heavy arm draped around your waist. His sharp features were relaxed into an utterly peaceful expression of vulnerability and comfort, and his musky scent was a soothing addition to the perfect ambiance. You must have been in that position for quite a while, judging by the crampy tingles in your side and legs, and you wormed your way around to face him, rousing him in the process.

"Cut that out," he murmured, a faint grin surfacing on his drowsy face. You laughed, snaking your own arm around him and nuzzling your face into his neck, feeling his warm cheek pressed against your forehead.

"You tricked me," you answered playfully. "Luring me into a nap under the pretense of a holofilm..."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, pulling back a little to look at you with sleepy brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat. "Whatever will we do..." You chuckled, lifting a hand to caress his cheek. He turned his face to press his lips into your palm before relaxing back against your head.

"I've got a few ideas," you said suggestively, and his eyes flew open as he regarded you with curiosity.

"Oh?"

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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I love ur work sm, it’s always great to read when I need me some clone content

Can I get uhhhh, Fives (or any other clone you choose, although I feel like fives would be good for this) x shy fem!Reader who’s very inexperienced/a virgin, and like VERY inexperienced, like sis has never even touched herself before (not because of like religious reasons or whatever, she just literally didn’t know how)

Ty :)

Aloha! Thank you so much!

Yes you can :)) I think Fives is a good 'go to guy' for scenarios like this, but don't underestimate Echo! Okay here we go- Fives for you :)

Fives x Virgin Fem!Reader-Smut Short Fic - Part 1/2 I've Got So Much Love For You

Soft Smut Short Fic

Warnings: A bit angsty/ Strong language

Summary: You and Fives have been a couple for a little while now. You haven't had any intimate experiences yet. However, thanks to Fives, you are already a pro at kissing, and he loves to make out. So far he hasn't pushed you into anything and he probably doesn't intend to, yet you feel uneasiness about the subject of becoming more intimate. You're afraid he won't wait much longer for you to allow more. However, this is not due to him but rather to his environment and how it reacts to your until now rather chaste relationship. Other than that, he has a reputation for being flirty and hands on. You fear he might start to get bored with you. Don't worry, Fives already knows how to handle you and your fears.

PART 2

I've Got So Much Love For You

You're nervous, as you always are when you're on your way to meet Fives. It's that comfortable nervousness, the one that makes your heart beat faster just at the thought of seeing him soon, hearing his voice and melting under his cheeky smile.

Your pulse is fast, everything inside you is tingling the closer you get to your meeting point. You're on your way to the elevators that lead to the rooftop garden atop your apartment complex. This rooftop garden is where you always meet because you happened to meet there the very first time. It's a cute little tradition. You meet on the rooftop garden every time and then go from there to your apartment or to a restaurant or a movie theater. It had been Five's idea when you wouldn't tell him exactly where you lived on the first date.

As you're at the bend in the hallway leading to the elevators, you hear voices, clones, unmistakably. One of them is Fives, you can hear it in the way he emphasizes the words. The other voice of one of his brothers, apart from being the voice of a clone, is not familiar to you. Your heart beats faster with joy, but you stop when you hear the unknown clone say, "How long have you two been together now?"

"Almost three months," Fives replies, and your heart leaps at the proud tone that resonates in his words.

"And you still haven't been intimate?"

There is a pause and you feel your heart slip into your pants. You stay out of sight behind the turn in the aisle and prick up your ears.

"This is none of your business, but what makes you think that anyway?" asks Fives finally, a little irritated.

"Well, it's obvious from the way you walk," the other voice sneers.

You can hear Fives' eye roll in his voice as he says, "Gee, Sly, you sure are talking trash again"

"Trust me! I see that! The way you're walking it's obvious you've got bulging balls!" laughs Sly.

Fives laughs, "Shut up and get lost, I'm on my way to a meeting with her"

Sly lets out a whistle and says, "Ooooh, maybe she'll let you have her today."

"You let me worry about that", snorts Fives.

You waited until Fives got on the elevator and the other clone left. As you also board one of the elevators to the top, you have a very queasy, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach on the ride up and your heart feels heavy.

Fives is already standing there, as usual he has no patience in his butt. He paces up and down. But he smiles broadly as he sees you coming into the garden. However, his smile freezes and disappears, finally giving way to a worried expression.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asks as he approaches you and finally gently grabs your upper arms with both hands, left and right.

Of course, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. You're apparently not very good at hiding your feelings, at least not from Fives.

Nervously, you say, "Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong?"

Fives tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you scrutinizingly. He doesn't seem to believe you. You know that critical look in his brown eyes.

"Are you sure there isn't something you want to get off your chest?" he inquires.

You get even more nervous, can't look him in the eye anymore. In your mind's eye, you have a very strange image of Fives with thick, blue balls the size of meilooruns. You're not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

"It's nothing," you say, smiling shyly at him.

You know he still doesn't believe you, but doesn't press you further. With a soft sigh, he kisses your forehead and says, "Maybe you'll tell me later when we're cuddled up on the couch."

You almost forgot, tonight you have a movie night planned at your house. You swallow but keep smiling as he takes your hand and walks with you to the elevators. Of course you are attracted to him and with your touches and kisses you have felt arousal, even sometimes when you were just thinking about him. But you haven't even dared to touch yourself yet, how should you know how to touch him?

You spend the way to your apartment in silence and Fives keeps giving you a sideways glance. Whatever is on your mind doesn't seem to let him go. You'd love to know what's on his mind. Does he perhaps also have insecurities and fears towards you? Is he also worried that he might make mistakes?

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly as you open the door and Fives walks into your living room with a thoughtful expression.

He turns to you as you are about to close the apartment door and says, "Honestly, I'm still wondering what's on your mind. I'm a little worried it might have something to do with our relationship."

For a moment you look at him with surprised silence. You didn't really expect him to be unsettled. Not Fives.

"What do you mean. What should be the matter with our relationship?" you finally ask him curiously.

Fives shrugs, flashes a wry little nervous smile, and replies, "I am one face among so many that are the same. Perhaps you have grown weary of the sight. Maybe another one of my brothers appeals to you more.... I don't know, things like that."

You are shocked to hear that he really has such thoughts. You certainly don't want him to feel so insecure. Fives should not be afraid that he might not be enough.

You finally give in and say, "It's nothing like that."

"Aha! So there' s really something bothering you?"

He has one eyebrow cocked at you, his expression scrutinizing.

"Yes. It also actually has something to do with our relationship. But not what you might think"

Fives frowns, looking even more worried than before. You can tell he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He scratches the back of his neck, then crosses his arms in front of his chest, as if he's already preparing himself for a low blow.

Fives takes a deep breath and says, "Okay. Shoot. What's up?"

You walk into the open kitchen where he can also see and hear you from the living room. As you pour you both a Corellian ale, you begin to speak.

"I don't really know how to say this. But I heard you earlier, or rather you guys. You and Sly, by the elevators. What you guys were talking about got me thinking."

Fives laughed, he was amused and relieved.

"Because of the comment about... My way of walking? That's just nonsense, mesh'la"

You hand him one of the ale glasses and take a sip of your own before saying, "Well. Is it really nonsense?"

He blinks in confusion and looks at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

You shrug your shoulders cautiously.

"So far, when we've been close, we've never gone very far, if you know what I mean. We've been together for a while, though, and I wonder how much more patience you can muster."

Fives laughs softly.

"As much as is necessary my love"

"And that is?"

He frowns.

"What exactly is it about this whole thing that makes you so nervous?"

You chew on your lower lip for a while and finally blurt out almost hastily, as if the sound of the words frightens you, "I'm a virgin!"

Fives blinks several times, then a light comes on.

"Oooooh. So you're nervous about that famous first time? That's what's on your mind?"

With a sigh, you admit, "In a way. I was worried you might get bored with me because you've been waiting so long. Besides, I would really like to get closer to you, even on a physical level. But I have absolutely no idea how and what to do, what to expect."

Fives grabs your hand and with a smile pulls you to the sofa, sits down with you and says, "I'm in no hurry. Sure of course I think about it, that's normal. But I've got so much love for you, Cyar'ika, it doesn't matter how long I have to wait for it"

Your heart beats very fast and wild in your chest.

"What if I want to try today?"

He smiles wryly.

"Then I would be more than willing to comply with your request. However, I don't want you to feel pressured because of my brother's stupid comments. That was just nonsense. He was just teasing me, we do it to each other all the time."

You shake your head.

"No, not exactly. I've thought about it before, his words just fueled the worries that were already there a bit. I really want to get closer to you very much"

Fives caresses your cheek.

"Anytime, beautiful"

"Can you show me a few things?"

Fives smile widens.

"I'd love to"

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spacesurfing · 2 years

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Versed in War Tactics

Summary: You have a few trick up your sleeve for a clone trooper who challenged you to a pillow fight.

Warnings: none

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The pillow that had once been soft on your bed hit you with a hard force, making you giggle and squeeze your eyes shut. You held your own pillow up in defense as your favorite ARC Trooper was hitting you with a combo attack.

"Fives- Fives! Mercy!" you yelled, letting out a 'mph' as he snatched down your defense and hit you in the face.

Straddling you, Fives pushed you onto your back and hit you again before you put up your hands to his pillow, keeping him still. You had the widest grin on your face and as you looked up, you'd never seen Fives so damn happy.

"There is no mercy on the battlefield, doll," he quipped with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

You reached your hand up and cupped his cheek, pulling him down into a soft kiss. He practically melted into you, lips stilling against yours. He was always so sweet when he kissed you, moving at the tempo you wanted to move, always ready for anything you wanted to give him.

"Mm.. guess I can.. give mercy," he mumbled against your lips, wanting to keep kissing you while talking. You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.

.... Before fucking turning him over and unsheathing your pillow, landing a sneak attack on him! You hit him repetitively before he gained sense of what what happening, snatching your arms and throwing your "weapon" onto the floor. He kicked his own off the bed.

"You wanna be like that?" he asked, leaning up to get into your face with an expression of faked anger.

You were quiet for a moment before your face broke out into a smile and you nodded. You laughed against him, nuzzling your face into his chest as your giggles vibrated through his body.

He shook his head, looked down at you with an equally as wide grin. Fives let go of your hands, wrapping his big arms around you, securing you to him just the way he liked holding you.

"You're way too adorable for this universe."

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mcntsee · 9 days

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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imfinereallyy · 8 months

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you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

#do I love angst? yes. but also need to be happy in my delulu world for five seconds #sometimes you need domestic fluff to soothe the burn #fan fiction #ao3 #hurt/comfort #steddie #stranger things #lumax #byler #ronance #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #archive of our own #wattpad #robin buckley #steve x eddie #happy endings

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delicioushottubpeanut · 6 months

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♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

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juniperarts · 3 months

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Staff say they're good friends 👍

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #glamrock fronnie #fronnie #security breach #five nights at freddy's #freddy fazbear #bonnie the bunny #monty #montgomery gator #fnaf fanart #fnaf fluff #my art

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 6 months

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Simon, whose hands were shaking against the steering wheel of his car, tried to even his breathing as he looked up at your childhood home.

Simon, a man who’d been on numerous battlefields, a man who’d been shot at many times, was more nervous than he’d ever been knowing he was about to meet your family.

Simon, who loved you more than he ever loved anyone before, wanted so desperately for your family to like him, their approval meaning more to him than he’d ever admit.

Simon, whose thoughts were racing, felt himself snap out of his trance as he felt your hand rub his leg in a loving gesture.

Simon, who gave you the best smile he could in that moment, pressed a loving kiss to your lips, his worries suddenly vanishing.

Simon, who held your hand tighter than ever before, walked up to your front door with you, a small smile lining his lips as your mother answered the front door.

Simon, who’d only been hugged by you in the last decade, felt his heart stutter as your mother engulfed him in a warm hug.

Simon, who was most nervous about meeting your father, was pleasantly surprised as your father clasped him on his back, a broad smile lining his lips as he led Simon into the dining room.

Simon, who hadn’t been to a family gathering in many years, felt his eyes widen as he was led inside, a giant gathering of food and family surrounding the dining table.

Simon, who wasn’t used to being the center of attention, felt his cheeks burn as your family asked him about himself with genuine interest.

Simon, who had gotten used to the military rationed meals, felt a warmth pool in his belly-feeling pleasantly full for the first time in years.

Simon, who was genuinely upset when the night ended, felt his heart thaw ever so slightly as your family insisted on him coming for the holidays.

Simon, who was always reluctant on physical touch, made sure to hug your mom back a bit tighter this time as she whispered something in his ear.

Simon, who left that night with a genuine smile, his heart full as he finally had a family that accepted him with open arms.

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No spoilers, but I need some COD fluff in my life after finishing the mw3 campaign😅🫠

#simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley fluff #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #so I gained five health and I gained five 1012 damage to Greg circle 25

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freesia-writes · 10 months

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Hello lovely 🥰

Congratulations on 500 followers 🎉

For your celebration event, may I request Fives x Fem!Reader for dialogue prompt 14, "Can I try something? Close your eyes", with Fives speaking the dialogue to Fem!Reader?

Please and thank you 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Helloooo and thank you SO MUCH for your patience on this one! That Crosshair fic really got away from us. ;) But oh man. This one got away from me!! LOL. I hope it's a lovely wonderful read for you. I really, really enjoyed it and have a total soft spot for Fives even more so now. ;) xoxo

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Word Count: 6.4k (eep!) Content Warnings: drinkin and kissin. ;)

The door to 79s slid open and admitted an entire herd of boisterous clones, laughing and tripping over one another as though their party had started long ago. The volume in the room rose significantly as the 501st appeared, fanning out around the bar to greet familiar faces (and immediately begin hitting on new ones) before making an eventual loop to place drink orders and settle into their corner booth. You tilted your head to the side, gesturing for your friend to take a look. She was visiting from out of town and had all but begged you to show her the raucous cesspool known as the clone bar, not mincing a single word about her desire to blow off some steam “with one or however many of those wild test tube boys”. You weren’t sure where she’d gotten her information about the clones, but weren’t one to argue, and instead were rather looking forward to tagging along for her night of shenanigans.

It wasn’t long until your table was approached by a few of the newcomers, and your friend sat up, putting on her best winning smile, and curled a long lock of hair around a finger as enticingly as she could. You wanted to try as much as her, really you did, but the soul-sucking job and realities of your less-than-glamorous life were resting heavily on your shoulders, and you weren’t one for one-night stands anyway. Well, not anymore, at least. You’d kill for some conversation of substance, but didn’t expect to find it in a dive bar for soldiers on leave, most of whom tended to have a “live hard or die trying” sort of mentality that emphasized action more than reflection. But for your friend, who had recently emerged from beneath the well-meaning but crippling guardianship of very strict parents, it was precisely what she was on the hunt for.

“Damn, is there a spaceport nearby or is that my heart taking off?” a clone that somehow looked bigger than his identical brothers squeezed between you, evoking a cringing laugh from you and a playful giggle from her.

“That is… so bad…” you breathed off to the side, gasping as another clone materialized there out of thin air.

“You’re telling me,” he said, also under his breath, as he stood beside the table, watching the flirty exchange. Your friend had wasted absolutely no time, and was tracing her fingers across the giant Republic cog tattooed across her pursuer’s bald head, gasping and smacking him on the shoulder plate after he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. You jerked your gaze up, startled by the unexpected voice of the wingman beside you.

“Ah, you get to hear this regularly?” you asked, smirking at him in the hopes that he had an equal distaste for the ridiculous games. He nodded dramatically, as though it were the burden he had to bear, and you warmed a bit inside. He tilted his head forward, resting an elbow on the table to continue chatting, and as he moved himself more under the light you could see the tattoo of a 5 on his forehead, tucked beneath his neat military crew cut. His goatee gave him the appearance of age, perhaps even of a more distinguished taste…

“So aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” he purred, arching an eyebrow suggestively, and your little flicker of interest was quickly snuffed out. You usually played dumb, acting as boring as possible to see how quickly they could lose the patience to persist, but when it was early enough, you sometimes attempted to see just how much ridiculousness you could get away with. A quick glance at your friend gave you a decent estimate -- judging by the story she’d just embarked on, one of her early plays to put certain ideas in a man’s head, you would be here for a while.

“That’s it, actually,” you said, raising your drink to him in cheers, “I get paid to be sexy.” You took a satisfied sip before the full realization of your words, and their insinuations, sank in, and you choked on your drink over your glass, catching the eye of the two lovebirds next to you. “Kriff, I mean, not like that…” you started, gasping for air and pressing a napkin to your mouth.

“Hey babes, we all gotta get by somehow. I’ll be damned if I ever judge a beautiful woman for choosing a path of pleasure for her life or work,” he crooned, making you cough harder into your elbow. “You alright? Need some mouth to mouth?” You waved him off, laughing and spluttering at the same time now, and he chuckled along with you, mistaking your mirth for encouragement. His arms snaked around your waist, and he pulled your pack against his armor-plated chest, jokingly pressing beneath your ribcage as he went to mutter something suggestive in your ear. Your flailing was ill-placed (or perfectly-placed), and a stray elbow crashed into his nose with more force than you’d ever intentionally use. He dropped you onto your stool with a yelp, both hands rushing to his face, giving you a look of surprise with eyes that were instantly watering with the pain of your blow.

A chorus of “whoa, hey” and “geez lady” and “damn Fives what did you do” echoed all around as you regained your breath, still unable to speak without sounding like a gravelly old woman, coughing between each word. “Karking hell, I’m so sorry,” you gasped, scooting back reactively when he pulled his hands away to reveal a bright smear of blood across his upper lip, with more joining it from his nose. Your friend squealed in disgust, covering her eyes and immediately beginning to hyperventilate, and her bald hero in plastoid armor scooped her into his arms as she pretended (you were pretty sure) to become faint, swooning against him with lovestruck eyes. He leaned over to his comrade for a moment, muttering something sympathetic that ended in a word you hadn’t heard before -- di’kut -- before carrying your friend across the room, stopping by a booth full of clones for a moment before finding a more private, empty table.

You continued your profuse apologies as you grabbed every napkin you could reach, on your table and the neighboring ones, offering them to him with genuine sheepishness. He pinched them against the bridge of his nose, still unable to get a word in edgewise amid your swearing up and down that it hadn’t been intentional. When another bald clone in similar colors appeared at his elbow, with a head that was similarly covered in tattoos, he rolled his eyes with a groan, swatting at the newcomer with a napkin.

“I’b find, Kix,” he sighed, his lisped speech caused by the wad of paper tightly pressed against his nostrils.

“I know,” the one apparently called Kix responded, giving you a quick nod of the head, “I just wanted to come see. You look good, vod.” His words dripped with sarcasm, and he disappeared back to the booth with an overly-cheerful wave, leaving you awkwardly sitting with the mess you’d created. You felt frozen in place -- you didn’t want to just ditch him, after what you’d done, but as he sat with his head tilted slightly up, keeping one eye on you the entire time as though you were an active threat, you wished you could be literally anywhere else.

Once the bleeding stopped, and he removed the napkin fortress with a tentative sniff and a wrinkle of his nose, he turned back to you, completely shocking you with the optimistic warmth that remained. “Okay,” he said, holding both hands up in surrender, “No further advances will be made. Message received loud and clear!”

You laughed, palming your forehead against your head, though wildly relieved at his quick return to playfulness. “I’m so sorry,” you said for the hundredth time, truly having no idea where to go from here.

“It’s alright,” he answered. “The name’s Fives,” he continued, offering a hand as if it were the most natural progression one could imagine. “I like you. Got a little bit of fire in ya, eh?” You shook his hand, unable to hide the cringe at the overt flirtation, although it was laced with an amused smile.

“I thought you said no further advances…” you began, but he interrupted.

“Advances? No no no. Just complimenting you on your backswing. But if you did feel guilty and want to do your part to help the morale of the poor boys of the Grand Army of the Republic…”

You laughed for real this time, swatting his arm reflexively. His relentlessness would normally peeve you by now, but you still felt bad, and he didn’t seem to have the pervert energy of someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer, but rather an indomitable cheerful spirit that was hard to come by these days. He gasped, pulling his arm against his chest and cradling it with the other, eyebrows drawing together as he immediately looked hurt and affronted. Your mouth fell and a chill shot down your spine for a split second before his theatrics dawned on you.

“You’re not even hurt there!” you exclaimed, laughing and considering hitting him again.

“Oh well,” he said, dropping the facade and joining you in a hearty chuckle. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners and his laugh rumbled in his chest was disproportionately endearing, and you shook your head at the entire ordeal.

“Alright… Fives…” you said, trying out his name, which sounded exceedingly odd on your lips. “Who’s got my friend over there? Should I call the police droids?” You jerked your head to the booth where your friend had disappeared beneath a pile of blue and white armor that, judging by the way it moved quite sensually, still had its occupant inside.

He followed your gaze, an almost appreciative smirk curving his lips as he spotted the two. You could have sworn you also saw the hint of a flush creeping up the side of his neck and cheeks, but when he turned back to you, it disappeared, and you wrote it off as an illusion of the many neon lights surrounding the bar. “That’s Jesse,” he answered, “And he’s alright. But if she’s looking for a real ride…” he began, making some rolling motions with his hips and sending your face into your palm again. “Okay, okay. I’m kidding. She will be given a fun time, everything she ever dreamed of, and politely left without any expectation of anything more. If she wants romance and love letters, she should find some sucker from the 212th.”

You exhaled out your nose, dropping your gaze to the table. “Maybe I should find a sucker from the 212th…” you muttered, gaping up at him when you realized you’d said it aloud. “For her…” you followed quickly, but the smile that flitted across his face called your bluff.

“Maybe you should,” he said, more quietly now. “Well, it was nice to meet you, and to be beaten into submission as I was trying to save your life. If you’re looking to do any other good deeds, you can usually find me here. Can’t miss me,” he teased, slowly backing away with a grin. But as he tapped the side of his head in a mock salute before turning to rejoin his table, you committed that little 5 on his forehead to memory.

* * *

Months passed, and it became a regular occurrence for you and Fives to encounter each other at 79s. Your friend had been so enthralled with the experience and the glamorous life on Coruscant as a whole, that she had moved in with you for a while to explore this new side of life. As such, you found yourself at her side at the clone bar almost weekly, and you entertained yourself by watching Fives make his rounds every time. He was forward and playful, flirting with virtually anything that moved it seemed, and his loud jokes and swaggering “bro” behavior gave you plenty of opportunities to roll your eyes. You were grateful that he had left you alone after that initial encounter, although there was a tiny part of you that wondered if the braggadocious exterior was really who he was at the core. But it didn’t matter -- he was so busy trying to “score”, as you frequently heard him holler, that you had no reason or chance to find out.

Your own life kept your thoughts fairly busy -- you were in the exciting stages of a new relationship, and a promising promotion at work was lurking just over the horizon. You allowed yourself to cut loose and have fun a bit more, sometimes joining your friend on the dance floor but shifting away demurely when you inevitably felt a codpiece suddenly thrust against your backside. You grew used to the carousel of “regulars” -- squads of clones from various platoons, characterized by armor coloring or other details -- and grew to feel quite at home in the flashy, loud bar.

One night in particular, you made your usual move, swerving behind your friend when you felt a gloved pair of hands settle on your hips and the presence of a stranger behind you, but a sudden voice in your ear surprised you. “Wait, sorry -- just stay here for one minute,” a clone said, and you turned your head to see the familiar face of Fives, bent low behind you in the semblance of dancing, but watching across the room like a hawk, his golden eyes fixed intently on something.

“What are you--” you began, but he pulled you back against his chest, tucking his face into your hair suddenly, and you started to squirm to free yourself, alarmed at having arms around you that were not your boyfriend’s.

“Please, just a second,” he said urgently against the side of your face, “She’s almost gone.”

Your indignant struggle slowed, and you groaned aloud at his absolute ridiculousness, scanning the room for any affronted-looking women as he stayed close behind you, slowly rotating you with hands on your hips to keep you at a certain angle between him and his target.. A Twi’lek with a blazing scowl stalked across the bar counter, glaring daggers at the few misfortune clones who made eye contact with her, and your face relaxed into a smile as you watched her storm down the hall toward the refreshers.

“She’s in the freshers,” you called over your shoulder, and he stood up to his regular height, blowing your hair out of his face. But his hands remained, and his armor-covered body continued to slide along yours to the beat of the music, swaying side to side and taking you along with him. “Fives!” you yelled, voice drowned in the new song that was now blaring at full volume, and you turned around, finding yourself within inches of his flushed, glowing face, accentuated by a few beads of sweat across his brow. You were shocked by the full-body tingle that cascaded down you without warning, and pulled back with a sudden jerk. “She’s gone!” you bellowed, before spinning on your heel to find respite and solitude in the quieter upper level of the bar.

Fives found you a little while later, sinking into the booth beside you as though he were completely exhausted. The music was far less intrusive, and the walls behind the cushioned seats managed to keep a good deal of the other noise out as well. You’d ordered some fries, and you were enjoying them in peace until he joined you. But he came bearing gifts -- a drink in each hand -- and slid one in front of you as he sat next to you, using the same hand to help himself to a couple fries with a roguish grin in your direction.

“What am I, your vod all of a sudden?” you teased, trying out the word that you were pretty sure meant “friend” or “brother” or something along those lines.

“That would be weird,” he laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulders with sudden familiarity, but you squirmed it off quickly.

“I’ve got a boyfriend, Fives,” you reminded him, and he shrugged it off with equal ease.

“And I’ve got a million women beating down the door to spend one private minute with me,” he returned without missing a beat, “But here I am with you.”

You laughed, accepting the drink and lifting it to him in appreciation, taking a generous gulp without sniffing it first. It burned down your throat and exploded through your nasal passages in alcoholic fury, sending you into a coughing fit reminiscent of the first time you met. Now it was his turn to laugh, and he clapped you on the back in the most unhelpful way.

“Damnit, Fives!” you gasped, swatting his arm away and stuffing your face with a handful of fries in an attempt to soothe the warm sting that lingered. Once you’d recovered, he met your gaze with the most disproportionately irresistible puppy dog eyes you had yet encountered, begging your forgiveness with a soft voice.

You’d relented then, settling to intersperse your drink with sips from a large water glass, and you also resigned that half of your fries would be sacrificed for the sake of his company. But you found yourself enjoying it, and the two of you became lost in conversation. Somehow, one topic led to another, followed by a second order of fries, two more drinks, and a third order of fries. You’d been regaling each other with tales, insights into your pasts, and mundane thoughts about the state of the galaxy for so long that you’d completely lost track of time until one of the bar employees appeared at your table to inform you that they were closing. Your mouth dropped, and you checked your own chrono in disbelief before looking up at him with equal shock. He grinned and shrugged, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“But your sweet piece of booty for the evening!” you said in mock concern, watching his eyebrows chase each other across his forehead for a second before he regained his composure.

“Bah,” he dismissed, “They’ve earned a night off. Gotta rebuild their stamina, you know… for--” his words were cut off by a smack on the arm from you, and he followed you down the stairs with his cheeks curved into that eternal smile.

* * *

You couldn’t count the number of times you’d seen Fives hitting on someone in the weeks since he’d danced and chatted with you, and you reminded yourself each time that he was one type and you were another. You’d even convinced the boyfriend to come with you once or twice, although he felt completely out of his element surrounded by clones and had clammed up so much that you’d opted for other date locations with him after that. The Playboy of the Bar, however, continued his relentless crusade, and your occasional visits with friends always included a glimpse of him leaning dramatically on an elbow in front of someone or trying to allure them into his arms on the dance floor.

Your friend from the very first visit had insisted that you come out with her on one very specific night, swearing up and down that it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it coincided with the quarterly review at your job, where the recipients of the next rounds of promotion would be announced. You’d tried unsuccessfully to contain your excitement about the prospect, but it seemed like a no-brainer -- you’d been performing above your pay grade for a while now, and there weren’t really any others in the running. You’d treated yourself to a new haircut, adding some choppy layers, and bought a sassy new outfit that made you feel like a million bucks. The day arrived, and despite your repeated and thinly-veiled reminders to your boyfriend about how much you were looking forward to it, he chose that day, of all days, to break up with you.

It had come out of nowhere, and you’d done your best to maintain your composure, but the feeling of having your legs cut out from beneath you was distractingly nauseating all day. To add insult to injury, the promotions were delivered, and you had not received one. Instead, the undeniably busty new hire had somehow gotten it in your place. The day couldn’t have been worse, and you called your friend to tell her that there was no way you were going out that night, even if the Supreme Chancellor himself had asked.

You started the water for a hot bath, gathering your smuttiest holonovel and a horde of snacks that could have provided lunch to the entire cadet academy, when you were struck by a sudden hesitation, followed by the most compelling “fuck-it-all” attitude you’d ever been hit by. The water was switched off, and you dug your new outfit out of the corner where you’d thrown it in a fit of tears, taking time to make yourself up until you felt like you could conquer the world. A few shots of liquid courage from your kitchen cupboard gave you a pleasantly warm, rummy sensation, and you called your friend back to inform her that the party was back on.

She was thrilled as ever to see you, chorusing a litany of “girl boss” encouragement that made you want to barf as you walked into 79s, but you accepted her well-meaning accolades in a haze of determination to lose yourself in whatever that night would hold. As you clapped the bottom of the shot glass onto the bar next to her, downing it in one brave swallow, you caught sight of Fives across the room, working his usual magic.

“Tear it up, sis,” your friend yelled over the music, and you ordered another shot, swallowing it just as quickly, before heading out to lose yourself on the dance floor. Being significantly inebriated brought a whole new level to your clubbing experience though, and everything seemed to “make sense”. You no longer shook off the random clones who would come up to dance on you, instead writhing your body in total abandon, enjoying the way the music seemed to match everything perfectly, carrying you along in the rhythmic sensation of your body grinding against another. One of them started getting particularly handsy, and you took that as your cue to take a break, tottering to a stool at the counter and sliding onto it with the infinite amount of concentration it required to avoid toppling off the other side.

“Hey… you… alright?” came a familiar voice, and you looked up to see Fives bending over you with an uncharacteristic look of concern on his face. But you weren’t in a state to read the room quite so well anymore, and hollered a response immediately.

“Ohhhh fuckoff, Fives!” you shouted, not even sure why on earth you would say such a thing, but everything just felt so damn funny, and consequences weren’t something that existed in your brain at that moment. You missed the undeniable flash of hurt that crossed his face before he gave you a feeble salute and disappeared into the crowd again. As you ordered something ridiculously sweet and fruity, you felt a tap on the shoulder. You turned to face a pair of clones that were both grinning at you in such an idiotic way you found it endearing.

“You look like a smart lady…,” one of them began.

“WRONG,” you yelled, dissolving into laughter at your own utterance.

“Okay, well…” he continued, clearly thrown off but still amused. “People seem to have a lot of trouble telling us apart,” he gestured to his brother and himself, “And we were trying to see what it is exactly that makes us different from one another. We were thinking you might volunteer your services to see if it’s how we kiss, because that seems like the only remaining possibility.”

Your friend joined you then, hand in hand with a clone who looked impressive in a gray dress uniform, and you welcomed her jovially as your drink arrived. “Look! These guys think I can’t tell em apart by the way they kiss,” you accused, sloshing your drink toward both of them. “Kriffin’ shinies,” you muttered, slumping to your feet, slamming your glass on the counter, and throwing yourself at the nearest one. His eyes flew wide open as your arms wrapped around his neck and you buried your face in his, planting a sloppy kiss on his mouth. He settled into it quite quickly though, bringing his own hands to your waist and leaning into you to slide his tongue along your lips. You were quite enjoying it, but a sudden awareness of the copious amount of spit all over your face made you pull away with a loud smack as your lips parted.

“Too messy!” you declared, thrusting a finger into the air as though you’d discovered the theory of relativity, then just as quickly, before his poor partner could react, you flung yourself at him, scooping him into your arms and crashing your lips against his. He tasted like alcohol and salty food, and the jury was out on whether that was a good thing or not as you began to kiss him more and more passionately, hands roving around his chest and one digging into his hair, leaving him a tousled mess when you were all of a sudden tugged away by a firm hand on your upper arm. “Heyyyy!” you whined, wiping your mouth with your sleeve as you turned to see the stern face of Fives, honey brown eyes blazing. Or was it the lights?

“Come on,” he said, pulling you away from the somewhat shellshocked pair of shinies as he leaned over to talk to your friend for a moment.

“Oh yeah?” you laughed, blowing them a kiss goodbye, “Are we finally gonna do it? Am I your little treat for the evening?” You addressed your words to him, slumping against him to slide a heavy hand up the side of his face, ending with a little trace of the number on his temple. “I kriffing love this,” you murmured, bringing your face toward his suddenly. But he dodged your advance and instead scooped you into his arms, nodding to your friend as she finished speaking and turning to head toward the door. His armor was hard against your skin, jostling you and totally harshing your vibe as the cool night air hit your face. Your memory from that point onward was spotty, with only flashes of things that may or may not have happened, as far as you were aware.

Holy kriff, Fives, you’re a creep! How do you know where I live?

hahahaha I’d totally sleep with you but I don’t want to catch any diseases, you know?

OHMYGOSH how did you get inside my door?!

Sweet baby Hutt-spawn, this bed is the kriffing BEST. Come here, you gotta try this.

Ohhhh, taking me to bed eh? kinkyyyy... hey what’s the trash can for?

* * *

You woke up beneath a pile of pillows, gasping for air as you emerged, body slick with sweat. You’d apparently decided to pull on every maker-forsaken blanket you owned throughout the night, and you hauled yourself to your feet to escape the Mustafarian lava pit you’d created. But the sudden motion was far from welcome, and you reeled in disgust, feeling waves of hunger and nausea wash over you simultaneously. There was a gnawing hole in your stomach, and yet the thought of eating anything was positively repulsive, so you moved toward the refresher, kicking a wastebasket that had been placed next to your bed. The loud noise and unexpected obstacle caused you to yelp, and as the plastic trash can went flying across the room, another figure sprang up out of nowhere in equal surprise.

The deafening sound that filled the room was definitely not human, and it certainly didn’t come from you, as you reacted in a jolt of fear and flailing backward onto your bed. But the figure on the floor reacted just as much to the noise, pressing his hands over his ears and scrambling to his feet in alarm, and as you clapped your hand over your mouth, cutting it off, you realized it was indeed you who was squealing like a keeradak in labor. The silence that fell immediately after left you reeling, as you stared in utter shock at Fives, who was standing at the foot of your bed, clad head to toe in form-fitting black base layers, eyes wide as he held both hands up to you in an attempt to soothe.

“WHAT are you--” you began, but clamped your mouth shut when you felt a heave, going deathly still to avoid provoking the digestive dragons any further. Fives was rubbing his face, which was adorably soft from sleep, and he looked back up to you, wincing at the obvious stiffness he felt as he moved.

“You were a mess last night,” he began, precariously taking a seat at the very edge of your mattress. “I brought you home -- your friend told me where you guys lived,” he interjected in response to the question brimming on your lips. “But I didn’t know she didn’t have a bedroom… Once I got you settled, I went to leave, but she was… busy… on the couch out there… So I waited. And waited. And I guess I fell asleep.”

“On the floor?!” you asked in disbelief, feeling even more horrible now.

“Yeah. I gotta go see who that is out there. Trooper deserves a kriffing medal for that kind of stamina…”

“I am so sorry,” you breathed again, chuckling at his words but stuffing down any further mirth as it made your stomach lurch. “You didn’t have to--”

“What happened?” he asked, looking at you with sudden intensity. “I’ve never seen you like that…” You filled him in on The Day From Hell and its role in leading to The Night of Bad Decisions, appreciating the appropriate expressions of sympathy that shaped his handsome face. When you finished, you insisted that he let you take him to breakfast -- to do your part in lifting the morale of the poor boys of the GAR. His sleepy smirk made your heart do a flip, as did the way he held the door open for you as the two of you tottered into a local diner. You’d assured him repeatedly that their “kitchen sink omelet” was a tried-and-true hangover cure, and as two heaping plates were slid onto the table in front of you, his eyes widened at the sheer amount of gravy that covered whatever else was lurking beneath it.

“So uhh,” he began suddenly, after you’d been idly chatting about nothing throughout the slow process of consuming the greasiest breakfast in the galaxy, “How long have you wanted me so badly?” You snorted, bringing your caf mug back under your mouth for fear of the sip you’d just taken exploding right back out again.

“What?!”

He twirled his fork over his plate with a jaunty air of smugness as you gawked at him across the table. “You might have been grinding on anything with legs and kissing random shinies last night,” he purred, causing you to grimace at the thought, “but you weren’t mincing your words when it came to trying to get me in your bed.” He waggled a brow at you, a little glimmer illuminating the flecks of gold in his honey brown eyes, again causing that wave to course through your veins.

“Oh geez, Fives,” you exhaled, rubbing your forehead with one hand as you stabbed a piece of sausage with particular vehemence. “I get absolutely crazy when I drink too much. I’m sorry,” you apologized, shaking your head, “It’s like a different person.” You leaned down to scoop the bite into your mouth, sparing yourself the heartwrenching way his face fell at your words. But when you brought your gaze back up to his, covering your food-filled cheeks with a napkin, his sharp features were carefully arranged into nonchalance.

“Mmm,” he grunted knowingly, “Yeah…” He fell silent for a moment, pondering the potatoes on his plate as he pushed them side to side with his fork.

“I can’t believe that’s two nights you’ve wasted on me now though,” you said, offering a return to the lighthearted quips you two were so used to sharing. “I feel like I owe you some kind of… I don’t know. What kind of escapade have you not had in a while?” You chuckled breezily, although the thought of him like that twisted your stomach in an odd way. Or maybe it was the hangover.

“Ugh,” he said, pushing his plate away and lifting his brown eyes to yours with a disarming focus. “I’m a fraud,” he blurted out, shaking his head as he maintained your gaze. “It’s all a front. Jesse is out there climbing onto whatever or whomever strikes his fancy… And I’ve got this whole image… But it’s all a lie…” His admission ended with an eyeroll that led his eyes back down to his plate, hanging his head like a scolded child. You were reeling at the revelation, though, with countless emotions washing over you so quickly you couldn’t begin to identify any one of them.

“Why?” you asked finally, tilting your head in genuine confusion.

“I have no kriffing idea,” he answered, one cheek curving up into a half-smile as he looked back up to you. “I haven’t even kissed anyone,” he muttered with a shrug. You felt as though your illusion of him had been shattered, and the unguarded, honest, adorable man in front of you was so different than the swaggering fast-talker you’d grown accustomed to. A small part of you gloated loudly in the back of your mind -- I told you so -- confirming your initial suspicions that there was more depth to him after all. Your conversations had revealed as much too; he was wildly intelligent and creative, with razor-sharp critical thinking skills and more philosophical reflection on life than you’d ever have expected.

Your own smile grew larger, and you reached a hand across the table to place it gingerly over his fist, causing his eyes to jerk back up to yours again. That goatee did make him look more distinguished after all, you decided, as you brushed your thumb across his knuckles. You wanted to drop some kind of snarky joke or wise-sounding platitude, but there was a merciful peace between the two of you that suggested understanding without the necessity of further explanation. The arrival of the server droid with a fresh carafe of caf gave you both a distraction, and by the time the mugs were refilled and appropriately doctored up, the conversation was off and running about everything and nothing again.

When the two of you emerged into the harsh Coruscant sunlight on the sidewalk outside the diner, stretching and groaning your simultaneous satisfaction and over-stuffed-ness, it felt as though you had taken some kind of new step together, entered some foreign territory of closeness. You rather liked it, you decided, as you turned to walk toward the train stop. But he caught your hand, surprising you as he pulled you back to face him.

“Hey, um…” he began sheepishly, shifting on his feet but maintaining a steady gaze in your eyes that made your knees feel weak. You prickled with anticipation, instantly feeling as though something were about to happen, and very much wanting it to. “Can I try something?” he asked, rushing onward in response to your puzzled expression, “Close your eyes…”

You gave him a suspicious squint, heart skipping a beat at the small burst of joy that it painted across his face, and then closed your eyes, standing stock-still on the outside but coursing with adrenaline and eagerness within. You could feel him getting closer, whether it was some kind of external proprioception or your own wishful thinking, and the hope was confirmed when you could feel the warmth of his face right in front of yours, blocking out the sunlight and filling your nose with the scents of caf, gravy, soap, and something spicy and musky. Parting your lips slightly, it took all your willpower to keep your eyes closed and stay still, but your patience was rewarded a split second later.

Warm hands grazed your cheeks, settling around your face in a deliberate yet gentle hold, and the faint sound of his quiet exhale sent another thrill through you. And then his lips met yours, unfathomably soft and painstakingly tender. Your arms snaked around him immediately, hearing his sharp inhale of excitement in response. He didn’t move except to gently press his mouth a bit more, fitting his face against your own as his nose smushed into your cheek. The tingles reverberating through every inch of your body were intoxicating, and you never wanted it to end, as you leaned your body into his. And then he retreated, slowly and gingerly, as though any quick motion would shatter the impeccable beauty of the fleeting moment. His lips pulled away with a quiet smack that lit fireworks of joy in your soul.

Your eyes flew open, and the sight that met them was one you wanted to commit to memory forever -- his blissful face, eyes still closed, lips curved in a soft smile. He lingered there for a split second before lightly resting his forehead against yours and lighting up the day with his amber eyes that fluttered open to find yours with undeniable warmth. You were blown away by the unfathomable delight of kissing him for not only the first time, but his first time. You wracked your brain for something… anything… to say, but there was nothing that could fully capture the thrill and ecstasy. So instead you grinned at him like an idiot, basking in the glory of his soulful gaze and adoring smile.

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