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𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader Word Count: 351 Warnings: Angst. A/N: Just a sad Fives mini fic whilst I practice aspects of my writing :(

She couldn't keep doing this.

Each scar, each wound, each struggling breath and each death, she felt her resolve growing weaker.

What if he was truly, really dead? It would be easier to know, she hoped, than to keep living like this. But what if Rex was right? He wasn't mad, not yet, so what if he was right?

She already lost Fives. She had come to terms with his death. Her duty allowed her to push away those feelings of sorrow, to supress those lonely nights. Her throat itched at the memory, the day she lost everything, the day her world fell apart, the day he died. She had come to terms with it.

And now? Knowing Echo, her dearest Echo, could be alive, she felt nothing but strangling, nauseating pain. It felt like she was underwater, losing precious air every moment longer that it took to hear back from Rex.

Fives had always wished he could have done more to save Echo. He prioritised his brothers happinness over anything and everything.

He had come to her, silent tears cascading down his cheek. He allowed her to embrace him, to let her hear him cry, to let her heal his shattered soul. She was the reason Fives hadn't deserted yet.

But how she wished he did now. She would have followed him to the deepest, darkest corners of the galaxy.

Every morning she woke up, her hand feeling his side of the bed. She'd forget he was gone, and wake up confused, and then reality would hit. He was gone, and he wasn't coming back.

A couple tears shed here and there, before she'd swallow a forming lump, and get on with her day.

She'd heal the injured, aid the recovering, eat, shower, watch some holofilms and go to sleep.

She dreamt of him nearly every night, but it felt more like she was relieving precious memories. Her and Fives cuddled up on her old couch, watching her favourite holofilms together. Her and Fives cooking dinner, his arms caging her against the counter as he'd steal a fleeting kiss, a fleeting promise of a better tomorrow.

And then, she'd wake up. Feel his side of the bed, wake up and hear the faint pitter patter of the shower, and then she'd remember.

Maybe she's going crazy. Maybe Rex never even mentioned the chance of Echo being alive. Maybe she was crazy. 

Oh my daysssss same 😭 I’ve got about 5 different WIP’s for Rex, fives, echo and the 501st and omg 😵 writers block does NOT help either.

the absolute URGE to start new writing projects is killing me because i already have unfinished things that i’ve procrastinated and idk whether to start something new or not

THE LITTLE TOESSSSSSSSSS- THIS IS SO CUTE IN GIGGLING AT 1AM😭😭😭😭😭😭

AAHHHHHH I LOVE CAT BEAN TOESSSSSSS AAAAAAAAA

“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”

“Mrrrrp!”

“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”

“Myam!”

“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”

Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.

“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.

He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”

Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.

Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.

Right. Nap.

His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—

There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.

Silence.

Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.

“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.

As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.

Alright. Time to close his eyes again.

Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—

“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”

“Rrya?”

“Yeah yeah, come here, you fool.”

Who gave him the right to be this hot

Be mean to your characters.

What do they take for granted? Take it away from them.

The one thing they know for certain? Make them doubt it.

Their worst fear? Throw it at their faces.

Make their plans fail. Make them cry. Make them question things and then learn about them and the way they react in the process.

Be mean to your character. Then be kind to them for a while, because after all that they may deserve it.

Currently on season 2 of tbb and Cody made me sad and happy 🥲

Me: My baby’s baaack!!

My husband: Which one of twenty identical men are you talking about now?