Always The Writer, Never The Reader.

Always the writer, never the reader.

Very sweet🥰

𝐿𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈

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SUMMARY: Night just about encompasses the city planet Coruscant as you sit in your bed reading, with anyone else that would be fine, with Fives though it’s a little distracting.

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You lay comfortably in your Coruscant apartment, book in hand as the city planet slowly plunges into night, the purple hue of the Coruscant lights and suns painting together, spilling into your bedroom softly. You lay against Fives, your back to his chest as he rests against the headboard of your shared bed. His arms resting on either side of you, hands resting on your abdomen, his chin tucked in the crook of your neck following along the pages of the book.

“I don’t understand what’s going on cyare” Fives whines, breaking the comfortable silence that lays between you both. Your lips curl into an amused smile as you turn the page “that’s because i’m mid book and you’ve only just started reading it” you retort. Fives hums tiredly as he wraps his arms further around your waist, completely hugging you from behind as he nuzzles his head further into the crook of your neck. You chuckle slightly as you drop your left hand from your book to move it to the back of his head, scratching your nails along his scalp gently. He practically purred like a cat as he melted into you even further, his breath fanning along your skin.

You turn your head to face him as you place a chastise kiss on his cheek “could you grab my tea please?” you ask, gesturing to the two cups sitting on your bedside table. He hums in response as he places a kiss on your shoulder before turning to reach for the hot cup. “Thank yo-“ you begin to say as you extend your hand out to grab the mug from him “nuh uh, your hands are full” he says smugly before placing the mug near your lips. You choke on a giggle as he tilts the mug upwards, causing some of the tea to spill onto your chest. “Fives!” you choke out, he chuckles in response as he places the mug back down on the bed side table. “you’re an idiot,” you say as you dab at your now slightly wet t-shirt. Fives faces back to you, a smile etched on his smug face “hmm your idiot” he retorts as he places his hand on your cheek peppering kisses all along your face. You sink further into his lap in an attempt to escape his onslaught, your book long forgotten as it slips from your hands causing you to lose your page.

You’re a fit of giggles as you sink further down, grabbing the duvet and pulling it over your head. “you’re ridiculous” you hear Fives’ muffled voice say as you lay in between his legs underneath the covers. You pull the duvet above your head, hair a mess as you look up at him, a loving smile painted across his lips “so rich coming from you, practically babied my tea to me” you say breathlessly, heat rising to your cheeks as he goes to twirl some of your stray hair around his finger. He hums in response, almost looking lost as he gazes down at you, a soft loving smile staining his lips. A moment passes before he tucks your hair behind your ear, gently moving his hand along the nap of your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, a sigh exciting his mouth “you’re so…beautiful cyare” he says quietly. And there was no flirtatious tone lacing his voice, no underlying crude expression that usually comes along with the extroverted clone, it was pure and raw, and it squeezed your heart.

Tears pricked your eyes but before they could inevitably stain your cheeks you hide your face shyly with your hands before moving to rest your forehead against his shin. You sometimes found Fives’ love beautifully overwhelming, he was so expressive and never shielded away from what he thought in every moment. You could look as though you just crawled out of the sewers and Fives would still kiss the ground you walk on. You’d found self acceptance hard, you’d grown up picking apart yourself all the way down to the bone and then you met Fives. He kissed and praised every freckle, flaw and imperfection that painted your skin, he drowned out every thought that infected your brain with doubt and fear. He made you feel beautiful.

Fives chuckles as he goes to move your hands away from your face “c’mere” he mumbles, gently pulling you up, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake along your bare arms. You sit upright, legs crossed facing him, shyly averting his gaze as a single tear rolls down your cheek. “hey…” concern lacing his tone as he wipes your cheek before tilting your head to meet his gaze, an empathetic smile tainting his lips. You can practically feel his gaze piercing every inch of your face, stinging your skin. “cyare?” he asks before you reach up to hold his cheek, returning the gesture he did moments before “m’just really grateful for you” you sniffle, lips quivering as you smile softly back at him, tracing your finger over his temple tattoo admiringly “i really love you”.

Fives cheeks dust red at your words, slight shock evident on his face causing you to giggle. “i-” Fives stutters, he’s stunned to say the least. He’s one in a billion men that all share the same face, he’s been taught since a young cadet that he is born to die in a war that may never end. And here was a girl shedding a tear over him…simply because she loved him. “Did I just make THE Fives flustered?” you tease, your tears drying on your skin as you shift to straddle his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders before linking your fingers together behind his head. Fives huffs out a laugh as he rests his hands on your hips gazing up at you “only you could do that to me cyar’ika”. You hum in approval as you lean down to kiss him gently, but before Fives could return the favor of your kiss you begin to pepper them all across his face, his chest vibrating as his soft chuckle fills the air, you pull back holding his face still “now let me get back to my book” you say as you spin back around to lean against his chest once more, grabbing the book with a sigh “you made me lose my page” a sarcastic annoyance lacing your tone. Fives snakes his hands along your waist once more as he rests his chin against the crook of your neck “looks like you have to start all over again” he mumbles against your skin “ha ha very funny” you retort as he chuckles “read to me then” And you did, not until you heard soft snores coming from behind you, him seemingly have fallen asleep with his chin still rested in the crook of your neck.

Jesse Snippet bc i have 0 self-control

We're at a solid 8,064 words, so enjoy another snippet of Jesse ;)

“No concussion, so that’s something.” You put down the flashlight and picked up the wipes. “Now for a look at your head.” Jesse shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.” He tried to stand, but you pushed him right back down, fury at being ignored bubbling over. “Lieutenant Jesse, either you sit here willingly, or you sit here with handcuffs. Take your pick,” you snarled. He raised a brow at you, as if daring you to cuff him. “Give me a reason,” you started as you pulled the handcuffs out from your belt, “please, I’m begging you, give me a reason to forcibly detain you in the medbay.” He paused for a moment, weighing his options between escape and containment, but angrily huffed in defeat. “Good choice,” you muttered.

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Bad batch spoilers season 2

They really gave us mayday for one day and decided to say ‘okay that’s enough fuck you!’

Please this gives me hope 😭

Thinking that Echo and Emerie meeting is setting up a larger story to be told in some sort of spin-off. That way if they do go the Rex and his clone rebellion route, they can have a primary female character (among all the male clones) involved who can add a lot to the story. Can you imagine how amazing Rex, Echo, Emerie, Gregor, and Howzer will be? In their search for Wolffe and Cody?? With some cameos of the remaining Batch (whoever that may be🫠) and Ahsoka? I really think this is going to be the next clone story!

Me watching everything go downhill in tcw s5: