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freesia-writes · 4 months

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Hey!!! If you're still up for doing the first kiss prompts, I'd love to see 'are you sure about this' with my sweet boy Tup!

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Hiiii! I’m so happy I was finally able to write something for you! Your reblogs and comments and whatnot have been so appreciated for so long! I still feel awkward in my writing but this felt warm and fuzzy, haha, so I hope you enjoy!

Tup x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

SFW, rated teen and up

Divider helmet artwork by @lornaka 💕

Rain pattered against the window as it always did, providing a gentle backdrop to the more sterile sounds of the medical equipment all around you. It had been a long day, working alongside the Kaminoans to evaluate squad after squad of troopers to deem them fit for active duty. You had greatly enjoyed your time on Kamino so far, at least once you got over the initial distaste from the “longnecks” (as the clones called them) at having a GAR medic scientist assigned to their facility. The troopers had blown you away with their unique personalities and incredibly diverse perspectives. While they all looked the same, more or less, you greatly enjoyed watching them develop in leaps and bounds in the short time you knew them — from the day they turned 18 to the day they shipped out, which usually wasn’t too long. That time would be spent in rigorous exercises and specialized training, where troopers would grow into a sense of self and a readiness for the battlefield.

You listened to their stories during their medical exams and fitness tests, growing in your affection for them and resenting more and more this intergalactic war that took so many of them in a seemingly endless demand. And the account from the last trooper you had examined was still playing on repeat in your mind when the door whooshed open and the next patient walked in. Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized that face, distinguished from an early age by a single teardrop tattoo beneath one eye, and the textured brown hair pulled into a tight top knot.

“Tup!” you exclaimed happily, almost too happily… But you couldn’t hide it anyway — the connection the two of you shared had been apparent for some time. He had a quiet way about him, an unusual meekness that also seemed to disappear when he stepped into “soldier mode“, and gentleness and depth that drew you in like a moth to the flame. You had known this day was coming for a long time, even though you didn’t want to believe it.

“Hey, Doc,” he said lightly, though there was a weight to his words. “Time for that final exam.”

“Don’t say it that way!” you said with a forced chuckle, patting the exam table. “I had better see you in here again.”

“I’m sure you will,” Tup answered as he sat sideways on the bed. “People seem to come back with injuries frequently from Umbara. At least that’s what I’ve heard. Although they may just be trying to scare me.”

“Umbara…” you echoed, running an instrument down his spine while you considered his words. “Is that where you’re going?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, closing his eyes for a second as you took his head in your hands to gently tilt it side to side for range of motion tests. Your breath caught in your throat. His eyelashes were so long, his sharp features relaxing gently beneath your touch… The peaks of his upper lip were so perfectly-shaped…

You released his head and stepped back for a moment, shaking your own head as if to clear the thoughts away. His rich golden brown eyes found yours again, a small smile on his face. Did he know? Were you that obvious? Working quickly in an effort to distract yourself, you began placing electrodes on his body in various places.

It didn’t help that you had to reach under his blacks a few times, to place one on his stomach and a few across his chest and back. Your glance flitted from his to the monitors, currently populating with information from the initial scan. Grateful for the distraction, you turned to face them instead.

A creak of the exam table and motion in the corner of your eye caught your attention, and the next thing you knew, Tup was on his feet behind you, shifting awkwardly from one foot to another yet holding your gaze with a surprisingly determined one of his own. He was closer than before, and his formfitting blacks left little to the imagination. He was unassuming and kind, but he was a grown man and a skilled soldier, all of which felt heavily apparent with his close proximity. You even could’ve sworn you caught a whiff of something clean.

“You’re not done yet,” you spluttered, voice betraying you with a hoarse squeak on the last syllable.

“I know,” he said softly. “I was just wondering if I could test your range of motion.”

“What?” you laughed nervously, any further words freezing on your lips as he cupped your face gently with his warm hands. They were soft yet firm, and as he took another small step closer, you could feel the tremble in his arms.

“You know, range of… oh, nevermind…” he grumbled, dropping his hands and running one awkwardly over his head. “I was trying to be witty.”

Warmth blossomed in your chest at the realization, and you grinned helplessly at his flustered admission. Taking a step forward, you reached for his face with a single hand, dancing light fingers along one side of his jaw.

“You are adorably witty,” you murmured, waiting with bated breath to see where this was going. His face broke into a small, hesitant smile, as though he were loath to allow himself to believe it. “But let’s leave the physical therapy to the medics, and maybe you could communicate your feelings another way…”

His chin jerked up as he regarded you with surprise, and for a moment he wondered if you had assumed too much. Was he just being silly? No… The depths of conversation that you two had enjoyed as well as the meaningful looks and playful banter all seemed to point to more than just platonic flirtation. Goaded onward by the urgency of his imminent departure, you took a final step forward to where your bodies were almost touching.

His heart rate had been steadily climbing, the monitor proclaiming this at top volume as the beeping increased with each movement the two of you had made. Your cheeks curved into a smile, watching a slight flush creep across his as he noticed the sound as well. Sending a meaningful look at his lips before returning to his eyes, you waited, not wanting to make the first move.

“You sure about this?” Tup whispered, barely audible above the traitorous medical equipment.

“Yes please,” you answered, as naturally as if you were at a restaurant being asked if you’d like a refill on your water.

He swallowed hard, an irresistible smile on his own face as he lifted a hand to your face again, this time brushing his thumb along your cheek as he hooked his fingers behind your ear. Tilting his head slightly, he brought his lips to yours, pressing them together with such tentative care you thought your heart would burst. Tingles cascaded over you from head to toe, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling his warm body against your own.

He lingered for a split second, then pulled away, speechless in the afterglow of a simple, chaste kiss that communicated so much. Ducking his head, he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, looking off to the side.

“That was… um…” he faltered, embarrassed.

“Really nice,” you finished, pulling him into a tight hug. The faintest chuckle rumbled in his chest, and you rested your cheek on his shoulder, relishing the feeling of his arms around you.

“Really nice,” he echoed, and you knew that would not be the last time.

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skywlker-sluvtt · 9 months

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ignore my 5 minute picsart heading 😭

omg i just had to do an event cause I adore writing with prompts for you guys it literally gives me so much motivation. so in celebration of reaching 500 i’m doing drabbles or one-shots based on the prompts below so send them in <3

thank you guys once more for all the love and support i’m always receiving, I'm so grateful for all of yall 🩵

500 follower celebration masterlist

requests: closed

rules:

✧ my main writing rules still apply

✧ send me a character and up to two prompts per request. possibly three if they work hella good together

✧ you can mix and match prompts from the four lists below (e.g. smut prompt & fluff)

✧ it might take me a while to get through them so please be patient, i am starting exam season soon so i’m planning to finish this up before then. i apologise if it takes a little while

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✧ feel free to message me about any requests if you’d like to talk about them 🩵

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characters:

jedi:

anakin skywalker - obi-wan kenobi - luke skywalker

clones:

rex - cody - fives - echo - hunter - tech - wrecker - crosshair - jesse - kix - hardcase - tup - wolffe - fox

prompts:

fluffy prompts

hurt/comfort prompts

smut prompts

smut dialogue prompts

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thefact0rygirl · 2 years

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Jesse keeps little tokens from important people and major events in his life.

He has the bottle cap from the first beer he ever had on Coruscant.

When Jesse was preparing for the written portion of the arc trooper exam, Fives lent him his notes. Jesse still has them even though he doesn’t need them.

He keeps one of Tup’s old hair ties on his wrist at all times.

One of Jesse’s DC-17 blaster was originally Echo’s. Jesse and Fives were charged with clearing out Echo’s things after the Citadel, and Jesse couldn’t stand Echo’s blasters being given to someone who didn’t know the sacrifice he made. Jesse even etched Echo’s name on the side of the blaster.

#hi i am thinking about jesse #and how we could have had him in rebels living with rex wolffe and gregor #but no #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper jesse headcanons

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darthtaoshay · 2 years

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾outside the door

First Time & Being Loud | Virgin!Tup/Medic!F!Reader

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Warning(s): NSFW(18+ ONLY), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, First Time, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob/Blowjob, Loud Sex, and Sloppy Kisses

Note: In my eyes... Tup is a sweet baby who wouldn't be able to stop himself for moaning loudly. Also, I have no idea how their underclothing works<3

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Pre-mission physicals were always chaotic, especially when working with the Torrent Company. It’s not that the group is a bad group to work with… There are just many of them to get through. With only you and Kix there to get all 143 Clones, Kix not included, and two Jedi through their physicals, it can take a while but even longer when certain mischievous troopers come in for theirs.

Like now, you both have been trying to get Fives and Hardcase through their physicals but both troopers keep messing around. Both you and Kix are looking over their blood samples, making sure everything is good to go on that end.

“All looks goo-” A loud gagging noise makes you two to whip around quickly.

Hardcase is bent over coughing loudly as Fives is bent over laughing, in his hand is a popsicle stick. You already know what has happened and all you do is sigh while waiting for both of them to recover.

“You are such a dick,” Hardcase says hoarsely while glaring at a still laughing Fives.

“You wanted to do the same thing to me! You’re just mad that I did it first,” Fives argues.

Kix sighs while standing from the lab chair, “you two are done.” They both just stare at you two. “That means get out.”

They both give mock salutes with matching grins before rushing out of the room. You look at Kix and laugh before moving to clean up from their exam. Kix goes to look at the list to see who is left, only to grin when he sees the last person is Tup. Sneaking a look at you, he stands up and acts like he just got a message on his com.

“Hey. I just got a message that General Skywalker is wanting to start going over the exams. We only have one person left, think you can take care of it while I meet with him?”

“Yeah, of course! I’ll send over the last person’s exam once finished.”

“Perfect. Thank you and let me know if you need anything!”

As he is leaving, Kix runs into Tup, who is making his way to the medical room. Tup already has a nervous look on his face, but calms down when he sees his brother.

“Kix! I am so sorry for running a bit behind. I promise to make it quick for you.”

Kix smiles, “I am actually on my way to meet with the General.”

“But that would mean…” The color drains from Tup’s face slightly as he realizes that you will be doing his physical.

“Yep! You are in good hands, don’t worry about it.”

Kix pats him on the back before hedging down the hall, leaving Tup outside of the med-room. Tup takes a few seconds to give himself a pep talk and to get his nerves under control. Part of him feels ridiculous; you are one of his best friends! Why should he be nervous? There is no reason being alone in a room with you should be a nervous event.

Now the other part of him starts to list off all the reasons he should be nervous… Because he finds you to be the most beautiful and smart person he has ever met; because you are very sweet to him; because he has had feelings for you for a while now even though he shouldn’t. The feeling of embarrassment comes over him as he realizes that he has deep feelings for someone he works with.

Tup realizes that he has taken even longer now and shakes his head before opening the door to the med-room. He freezes as you turn to face him, his face growing warm as you smile softly. You motion towards the exam table as you move to put on new gloves.

“Go ahead and take a seat, Tup.”

He does what you say and moves to sit down on the table, gripping onto the sides as he tries to hide his nerves. As you start to give the speech on what the physical exam is going to include, the fact you will be touching almost every part of his body makes Tup’s eyes widen. You finish the speech and look him over, taking in his stiff posture and wide eyes. Most of the Troops, when getting their first exam with you tend to react the same, so you are not surprised to see Tup feeling the same way.

“Sound good? We can take it slow and if you at all feel uncomfortable, we can take a break and start again.”

Tup sighs softly, “sounds good.”

You give him another soft smile before moving closer to start doing the exam. While you don’t let it show, you are also feeling nervous about being so up close and personal with Tup. Sure, you have given hundreds, if not thousands, of clone troops physical exams, but this troop is special to you. It’s wrong to catch feelings for someone you work with, you know this, but you couldn’t help it.

Once you and Tup had gotten closer in terms of friendship, his shyness had died down when he was with you, for the most part. When you two are often together, neither of you can be quiet as you both want to share your constant thoughts with someone you trust. Which is why it is concerning that he is being so silent today.

You can understand the initial quietness due to him being nervous about this being his first exam with you but normally most troops warm up by time you get to the reflex test… Yet Tup is still silent besides telling you if he feels pressure or other things when you ask. As you take the vial of blood over to run it through tests, you decide now is a good time to ask.

“Is everything okay, Tup?”

Your question catches him off guard, “uh… Yeah! Everything is okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Why, uh, why do you ask?”

You look over your shoulder at him. “Well, you’ve just been very quiet today. Normally you’re a chatterbox and it just has me worried.”

“Oh… I just, uh, have a lot on my mind, I guess. But! I promise I am fine.”

“I am saying this not as your medic, but as your friend; you can talk to me about anything. Even if it’s just to rant, I am here for you.”

Tup gives you a small nervous smile, but the lab computer dings to let you know the results of his blood test are ready. As you turn around, he sighs softly and gives your back a longing look.

“Doubt you would feel that way if you only knew,” he whispers to himself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You huff and turn your chair around to look at him. “Alright, your blood test came back clear, but I won’t be letting you leave until you tell me what is wrong.”

Instead of saying anything else, Tup simply looks down at his lap as you stare at him with a raised eyebrow. The two of you sit in silence with Tup keeping his eyes down and you keeping your eyes on him. It doesn’t take long before you decide to speak again.

“Listen, if you don’t want to talk to me about it, that’s fine, but I do need you to talk to someone about what is going on. If not so you can feel better by getting it off your chest, then so you don’t get distracted while on the field. Because if you let this eat at you then you will end up not focusing on the gro-”

“I have feelings for you,” Tup interrupts you.

“I-” You blink at him, shocked at his abrupt confession. “You’re in a bad mood because you have feelings for me?”

“Yeah… I’ve been quiet because I get nervous around you when we are alone.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I mean, who in their right mind would be okay with their friend and someone they work with having feelings for them?”

“Oh Tup,” you give him a soft smile. “Clearly neither of us are in our right minds then.”

“Don’t joke about this,” he frowns up at you from his spot on the edge of the exam table.

“Right, I’m sorry. But Tup, I have feelings for you as well. That is what I meant by that.”

“You really mean that?”

You move closer to him and cup his face in your hands.“I really do mean it, Tup.”

Tup keeps his eyes on you, searching for any form of jokes or lies, but he doesn’t. His hands come up to wrap around your wrists as he nuzzles into your hands. Your thumb gently caressing his cheek makes him close his eyes for a moment before opening them.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?”

Smiling, you nod and move your head closer to his as he tilts his head up. Tup’s hands fall to your hips, gently holding you there as your lips press against each other. You assumed it would have been a soft kiss, nothing more. However, Tup uses his hold on your hips to pull you against him; and you are proven wrong. Your hands move from his face to grip his shoulders as the kiss grows deeper. His grip on your hips tightens as you slightly brush his lips with your tongue, hinting at your desire to deepen the kiss.

Tup knows what you are looking for; he isn’t a fool, but he worries that you will easily tell he doesn’t know what he is doing. Now he is faced with an internal battle; should he be telling you he is inexperienced or is it best to keep quiet? Wait… If he keeps it quiet and you end up having a bad time, you will think he is bad at sex and he doesn’t want that. Although, if he tells you then you might be put off and decide to not want him anymore. Completely lost in the debate in his head, Tup doesn’t realize he stopped kissing back.

Pulling away, you look at him panicked. “Was that too much?”

“No! Not at all but I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m a virgin,” he mumbles softly.

“Okay. What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, I just don’t know what I am doing.”

“That’s fine! We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” You softly smile while kneading his shoulders softly. “If you want to go slow, we can go slow or we don’t have to do anything at all.”

“I really want to but I wasn’t sure if you would be okay with the fact I am a virgin.”

“Tup, I don’t care about that.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You whisper before pressing your lips back against his.

Tup is quick to meet your tongue with his own, making you give a groan. You can feel his already hard cock pressing into your thigh as he pulls you closer between his legs. He starts to grind his cock into your thigh, his hands dropping down to gently grab at your ass. As he moans into the kiss, you feel a bit of his saliva drip down your chin.

You pull away and lick your lips while pushing him to lie down on the table. Looking up at you with wide eyes, Tup moves further up the table as you crawl on the table with him. He gulps as your hands run up his thighs slowly, gently kneading the muscles through his blacks. Moving your hands higher, you bring one to caress his hip while the other ghosts over the tent in his blacks. Tup can’t help the whimper that leaves him when he feels you palming him through his clothing.

Your hand on his hip moves to grab the belt that secures his top under clothing to his bottom. Giving him a soft smile, you undo the belt and tease him by gently rubbing the skin right under the band of his bottoms. You give them a small tug as a hint, which he is quick to listen to. Tup lifts his hips off of the table to make it easier for you to pull off his bottoms. He fights the urge to cover the now more noticeable tent in his briefs, a wet spot already forming where his cock is drooling.

“Can I take these off of you as well?” He clears his throat before nodding. “I need words, Tup.”

“Please, please take them off.” He whines.

You pull his briefs off, slowly, biting your lip as you see his cock slip out to rest against his stomach. Once his briefs are off of his body, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock gently. The moment Tup feels your hand around his cock, his hips thrust up involuntarily. You bring your other hand up to rub a finger along the tip of his cock, gently, smearing his pre-cum around his tip before leaning down and rubbing your bottom lip against his wet tip.

“This okay?” You ask.

“Ye-yes…”

You press a kiss to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around him and softly sucking. Looking up at him through your lashes, you watch as he grips the sides of the table as the feeling of your warm mouth on his cock overwhelms him. Your hands come to rub his thighs as you start to bob your head up and down on his cock. Tup’s moans are quick to grow to a loud volume as you suck on his cock, his hips giving small thrusts now and then as he gets lost in the feeling. While the sound of his moans turns you on, you worry about the fact anyone could walk by and hear the noise.

Tup’s hips start to thrust up more frequently as you pull up on his cock, not wanting to be without the wet warmth. With how loud he is moaning and how he is chasing after your mouth, you can’t help but reach down and slip one of your hands down your uniform bottoms and underwear. Your fingers are quick to run through the wetness that is coating your slit before moving to rub your clit slowly. As you keep bobbing your head up and down on his cock, sucking a bit more firmly, you move your fingers from your clit and down to tease your begging cunt. You moan around Tup’s cock as you press two fingers into your cunt, making him cry out at the feeling.

Lifting his head, Tup notices that your arm is moving in an odd way. He tilts his head to the side and whines as he sees your hand in your bottoms. His head falls back again as his cock throbs in your mouth; the fact you are fingering yourself while sucking his cock becomes too much for him. You swallow greedily around his cock as he throbs and twitches inside of your mouth, your hand moving faster to fuck yourself on your fingers.

Tup starts to tap your shoulder as he pants, “wait wait.”

You are quick to pull away from his cock to look up at him with worried eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I just,” he takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I just feel like I might cum soon and don’t want it to end yet.”

You smile while wrapping your hand around his cock once more, slowly stroking up and down at the pace you are fingering yourself at.

“Do you want to move onto something more or do you just want to finish in my mouth?”

“Can we do more?” Tup asks sheepishly.

“Of course.”

You lift up to sit straight on your knees to remove your top easier before climbing off the table to remove the bottom portion of your uniform. Tup watches you with wide eyes as you undress, his cock twitching at the sight of your bare skin. As you climb back on the table, he sits up to take off his upper blacks. He leans back with his hands on the table, keeping himself sitting up to see you straddle his lap. His hands grip your hips as you rest your weight down on him, your wet slit pressing against his cock. Your hands come to rub his chest as you grind down on him.

“Do you want me to ride you, Tup?” He whines as you press a kiss to his lips.

“Please.”

“‘Please’ what?”

“Please ride my cock.” He whispers.

You give him a quick kiss before reaching over to the medical tray beside the table, grabbing a bacta packet. Bringing the packet to your mouth, you use your teeth to rip it open before moving it down to pour the bacta onto his cock. Tup sighs as you use your hand to spread the bacta around his cock. Letting go of his cock, you move back to hover over him and tease both of you as you use your grip on his cock to rub your clit. His hands grip your hips tighter as he can feel the heat of your cunt, his eyes looking up at you beggingly.

“Don’t tease, please.” Tup’s voice cracks slightly as he begs you.

Smiling down at him, you start to slowly lower yourself onto his cock. Both of you moan at the feeling; you to the stretch of his cock and Tup to the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly. Once you are fully on his cock, you lean your head down to rest your forehead against his as both of you close your eyes. It doesn’t take long before his cock gives a twitch inside of your cunt. You sit up and lean back on your hands, letting Tup see your nude body nearly laid out for him.

“Ready?”

Tup nods up at you while sliding one of his hands up to cup under one of your breasts. You start to lift up off of his cock before lowering yourself back down, both of you moaning softly at the feeling. His hands start to explore your body as you bounce up and down on his cock. As you start to move faster, the moans coming from Tup grow to be loud once more. You go to speak but you are cut off with your own loud moan as Tup pinches one of your nipples gently.

“Tup,” you whine as he tugs on the nipple but his loud moan fills the room again as your cunt tightens around his cock. “We have to be quiet. Someone could be outside the door.”

“I can’t help it,” he whines back.

You lean forward and press your lips against his, trying to muffle both of your moans as you bounce on his cock harder. Tup wraps his arms around you wanting you as close as possible, as he gives tiny thrusts up into you, trying to go as deep as he can. The room is full of loud moans, wet slaps, and the sloppy sound of your kiss. The thought of anyone outside of the door leaving you completely as you focus on the feeling of his cock rubbing your walls.

Bonus:

“I wouldn’t go in there.”

Rex turns to see Kix leaning against the wall, scrolling through a data pad.

“Why?”

Before Kix could answer him, a loud moan of your name leaves the med-room, making Rex whip around to stare at the door in horror.

“That’s why.”

“Is that T-” A loud cry of Tup’s name leaves the room as well.

“Yep.”

Rex covers his face as it grows warm before turning around and leaving. Kix watches him before laughing and putting the plugs back in his ears to wait for the next poor soul who tries to go inside.

#Tup x Reader #CT-5385 Tup x Reader #Tup smut #Star Wars smut #Clone Wars smut

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 1 year

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@clonexreaderbingo

MASTERLIST:

Grief Stricken

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Square: Fox

Summary: Your perfect life is shattered into a million pieces after your beloved Fives is murdered. Overcome with grief, you decide to take out your revenge on the man responsible for his death.

Please Hold My Hand

Pairing: Clone [insert] x Fem!Reader

Square: Relax

Summary: Today is your yearly gynecological exam and you’re less than excited about it, but your boyfriend is there to make it better.

Locks of Love

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader

Square: Tup

Summary: After a long deployment, Tup returns home and joins you for a picnic in the field where you two first met. While enjoying the spring weather, and each other’s company, you ask him to braid your hair.

Beloved

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Square: Fives

Summary: A horrible smell leads to a precious discovery. You and Fives have been enjoying your life together, but everything is about to change now that you’re pregnant. While your hormonal imbalance rages, Fives must hang on for dear life as he’s dragged through the stages of fatherhood. Luckily, the 501st has his back and comes to the rescue more than once.

Dancing Your Way Through The 501st

Pairing: 501st x Jedi!Fem!Reader

Square: "What are you doing here?"

Summary: You’re not sure who you want to go home with tonight, so you challenge your favorite 501st boys to woo you on the dancefloor.

Lean On Me

Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader

Square: Kix

Summary: You're out dancing with your friends when you sustain a knee injury, and Kix comes to your rescue.

A Man's Worth

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader

Square: Obsession

Summary: Your date-night with Tup is interrupted when your stalker finds you and won't leave without you. Tup heroically comes to your defense, but it is overpowered by the assailant, and you are taken away. After your rescue, Tup struggles with his insecurities and self-worth as he tries to heal physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Cushions

Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader

Square: "Leave me alone."

Summary: Kix comes home to find you hiding in a pillow fort.

Queen of Hearts

Pairing: Vampire!Fox x Fem!Reader

Square: "Your eyes sparkle."

Summary: On your way home from work one early morning, you catch Fox drinking a man's blood in a back alley, and it changes your life forever.

Fortunately Unfortunate

Pairing: Jesse x GN!Reader

Square: Tradition

Summary: Jesse’s number is drawn in a lottery, forcing him to participate in a cross-training event with the 212th, and he’s not happy about it. However, his view of the training mission changes when he crashes into your life, literally.

Of Frogs and Clones

Pairing: Hardcase x Fem!Reader

Square: Mystery

Summary: It's the clone's last night in the barracks together as soldiers and Hardcase drinks a mysterious liquid from Jesse's duffle that turns him into a frog. With the help of his brothers and the Right To Love Matchmaking service, they work against the clock to find him "true love's kiss" and turn him back into a human.

Dancing Lights

Pairing: Wolf!Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Square: Smile

Summary: During a mission on a frigid planet, you get lost in a blizzard and Wolffe becomes desperate to find you before you freeze to death. Once he does, he’s forced to reveal a secret part of himself in order to protect you from a territorial pack of wolves.

Puddles and Paddles

Pairing: Brett (OC) x Fem!Reader

Square: Party

Summary: On your way to a party for Tungst's promotion to ARC trooper you take some time to play in a puddle, but when Brett gets wet, he decides to teach you a lesson when you get to your destination.

Combat Cold Cuts

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader

Square: Tech

Summary: Your favorite team of Navy SEALs just docked and are looking for some good food.

Caution to the Wind

Pairing: Wrecker x Fem!Reader

Square: Wrecker

Summary: For her birthday, Omega asks you and Wrecker to ride the roller coaster with her at the fair.

The Last Notch

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Square: Regret

Summary: In a dystopian Star Wars universe where clones aren't just soldiers, but also pleasurable objects used to help finance the war, Fives starts to question his role in the Erotic Bingo lottery system when he meets you and discovers something more fulfilling than sex.

#tbbb writes #CFB2023 #masterlist

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tup-ika-5385 · 6 months

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Knockout Chapter 8:

Chapter Summary:

Assessments are done and plans are made, but one thing becomes clear- they have to get off Kamino.

Fic Summary:

Six months after the trials of Umbara, Tup and Dogma are growing into themselves as well-established members of the 501st. Tup's been training more with Fives and Jesse, set on an ARC trooper promotion, and even Dogma has found a place in medical, where his intense focus and organization are both needed and appreciated.

While practicing for his medic exams, Dogma find some worrying abnormalities in Tup's numbers, making some worrying discoveries. As Tup's condition worsens, help comes from unlikely sources as Dogma, Kix, Fives, and Hardcase fight to discover the truth and save their brother.

Chapter 8:

After another hour in the Bad Batch’s barracks, Dogma had almost acclimated to the smell. Wrecker was doing a lot better, and Crosshair had settled in an uneasy truce, still not trusting this many regs in their barracks, but much less likely to be a threat. Dogma guessed that neither of them liked feeling useless when their brothers were in pain.

Fives had finally briefed Dogma, Hardcase, and Patch on their current situation after Patch had done a few assessments on Tup, and Dogma’s head was still reeling. Technological components– inside his brother’s head?! Suddenly, the Kaminoan’s response was starting to make a lot more sense, except… when did it get there?

As batchmates, Dogma and Tup had probably never been separated for more than a day, before their deployment, and even then, something like brain surgery would be pretty hard to hide, even if Tup were trying. And it still didn’t explain the other medics’ reactions, so eager to hunt down a brother without explanation– and an injured one, at that.

Dogma shook his head; he’d go crazy trying to figure it out on his own, especially with his current sleep deficit. Fives had already conked out, sprawled out on the ground like he was still in the middle of a campaign. He’d definitely slept in worse, and Tup hadn’t been far behind him, but Dogma knew any efforts to sleep right now would be wasted, so instead he settled in next to patch and Kix, listening to them go through the assessment results.

“So, after having Tup do a modified version of the WCPA, and a couple physical assessments, I’d say that physically, he’s well on the mend, and will probably be fully recovered in about a week. He might have some residual balance issues and need more sleep than usual, but he’ll be alright. Mentally, there’s a couple things we’ll have to keep a close eye on.”

He paused, looking towards Dogma, “You remember what we talked about with executive functioning, right?”

“Yeah, it’s starting tasks, planning, and follow-through, right?” Dogma confirmed, relieved to know that his training was already coming in handy.

Patch nodded, “That’s right, and it’s something that Tup’s having some trouble with, right now. The assessment I used had him practice scheduling appointments, training, the like. I asked him certain questions about two and five minutes in, which he’s supposed to ignore, according to the instructions at the beginning, and he was told to let me know when seven minutes had passed, according to the chrono I set up. During the assessment, he scheduled everything correctly, just a bit longer than average, which could’ve easily been exhaustion, but was easily distracted when I asked him questions, and forgot the seven-minute marker entirely.”

He paused before continuing. “There were also a few times, outside of the regular assessment where I noticed he’d have more emotional responses than normal. Correct me if I’m wrong, but Tup never struck me as someone with a hair-trigger anger response.” At that, he looked at Dogma, who shrugged sheepishly.

Tup had overheard one of Crosshair’s more caustic comments, asking, “What kind of a name is Dogma, anyways?” and hadn’t thought twice about jumping to Dogma’s defense almost aggressively, at least until his eyes started tearing up, and he’d flushed in humiliation. No harm had been done; Dogma could handle a blunt question or two, but seeing the distress on his batchmate’s face had worried him more than a little.

“He’s always been protective of me, but… his restraint is usually a little better, and the tears are unusual.” Dogma commented quietly, eyes trailing down to find his batchmate still fast asleep, taking comfort in watching his chest rise and fall. Sure, Tup used to cry a lot as a cadet, but Dogma hadn’t seen this many tears in a while– not since they were still in their cadet blues, rather than the reds given out to older cadets.

Patch nodded in understanding, rubbing his face tiredly as he talked. “With the brain, there’s a lot of stuff we just don’t know, but it’s likely that he’ll keep having difficulties.”

“For how long?” Dogma asked before he could stop himself.

“Could be a week, could be a month… could be a lot longer than that. It is something we can help with– there’s lots of mindfulness strategies and coping strategies he can learn to use, to give him a little more time to process his emotions. And for the other stuff, he’ll probably need reminders, check-ins, probably not too different from what you’ve already got set up for a couple other vode in the 501st.”

Patch smiled, looking back to where Hardcase and Wrecker had settled after wearing themselves out. Even before Umbara, Rex and the other commanding officers had already made a habit of sending short written mission briefings to a couple vode mid-mission, Hardcase included, for those who needed a little more help remembering the specifics, and it wouldn’t be too hard to add Tup to that list.

“He’s got a good support system, and I’ll always be available over comm to make suggestions about what might help, but it’ll be a while ‘till we know more about what he needs.”

Glancing back at Kix, Patch asked, “Do you still have that, uh, tumor? I didn’t get a good look at it earlier.”

Kix nodded, reaching into his utility belt and handing it over with a grimace. “Still can’t believe this was inside of him– makes you wonder what the Kaminoans had planned for it, after Dogma’s unplanned adventure in medbay.”

At that, the group sat in still silence, at least until they were interrupted by Tech. “Is that an inhibitor chip?”

Kix’s eyes widened, “What?”

“An inhibitor chip– they’re utilized by the Kaminoans for behavioral modification. We all have one.” Tech replied, looking bored. “Or, at least, I assume we all have one, but given our deviant nature–”

“That must be why the other medics were acting strange!” Dogma exclaimed before glancing back at Tup to make sure he didn’t wake him. “Nothing else would make sense– medic’s don’t just–”

“Perhaps not in your experience, but I would hesitate to insist that these troopers were not just… following orders.” Tech responded, all-too-familiar with regs responding less-than-kindly to those deemed different; a descriptor that now included Tup, apparently.

His words stirred another memory of Tup, half-conscious and mumbling, “good soldiers follow orders,” prompting another question. “Exactly what behaviors do these chips modify, then?” ‘And why didn’t it work on me?’ Dogma wondered to himself.

“Yeah, I’d like to know that too,” Fives chimed in, having woken up from his lothcat-nap, carefully sliding out from under Tup. “Cuz when I looked for information on this so-called ‘inhibitor chip,’ I got nothing– not even a mention or a scanned image, ‘cept the one we pulled from Tup.”

Tech frowned, rocking a bit as he thought. “I am not sure. I did not pursue that line of thought when I first learned of the chip, but I believe I have the data saved somewhere.” He said, before beginning to search through his mountain of datachits and detritus for the second time that night. Hunter looked like he was about to argue for a moment– he was probably the only reason there was a walkable path in their barracks at all– before relenting, just as curious as the rest of them.

“Here it is!” Tech called, pulling out a datachit that looked identical to the others, but with the numbers 02-157 written on the side; it wasn’t an organizational scheme Dogma recognized.

“The file itself was encrypted, which is why I didn’t choose to open it before– doing so would likely alert the Kaminoans, and it’s possible that it would display the datapad’s location as well, so I would wait until you were off-planet to do so.” He cautioned them with a warning look before handing the file over to Fives.

“We’ll keep that in mind, thanks vod.” Fives gave him a grateful nod, glad to be doing something.

“That brings us back to our current predicament, though. We can’t stay here, as grateful as we are for your hospitality,” Fives paused, addressing Hunter, who nodded. “But with Tup’s current condition, stealth’s definitely the better option. Even if we get to a hangar, I’d be shocked if they hadn’t already locked down everything with hyperspace capabilities.” He put a hand on his chin, thinking.

“Actually, we might not need one– a ship with hyperspace, I mean.” Patch offered with a grin. “The 104th should still be in-orbit… it wouldn’t be hard to rendezvous with them and get a different ship– maybe even learn more about this chip while we’re at it.”

“Good plan,” Fives grinned in return. “Speaking of which, I should check back with AZ– last I heard, he was looking into potential insertion dates for the, uh, chips.”

With that, he got out his comm and called the droid. “AZ! What’s the status on those scans you were taking?”

“Oh, hello ARC Trooper Five-s!” A cheery metallic voice called, and Crosshair rolled his eyes from where he’d been listening in. “I have been ordered to report to the maintenance bay for a system wipe, but I shall transmit the data to you at once. One moment please.”

“What?!”

“It appears that the Kaminoans do not recognize the social-emotional benefits of doctor-patient confidentiality, and took offense when I did not share the identity of Patient Tup.”

Fives sighed, “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me. I don’t get how you can be so chipper about it– if I was being reconned, I’d be furious.” After all, it was nearly the same thing, and the little med-droid had started to grow on Fives, like some kind of invasive fungus.

AZ-3 hummed. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have human emotions– but I do not!” He replied cheerily before something beeped. “The data is now transmitted.”

Kix’s datapad buzzed, and the medic nodded that the data had been received. “It confirms what we knew; that all troopers past tubies have one of these chips. But I still wanna know who has control of them. Nala Se, obviously, but who else?”

“Can’t be anyone good, if they’re trying this hard to keep them a secret. This is starting to smell like a Separatist plot to me.” Fives frowned, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Sure, call him paranoid, but since Umbara, it didn’t take much to make him doubt other’s motives, and he’d never trusted the Kaminoans much in the first place.

Turning to Tech, he asked, “Tech, could you– is there any way to change AZ’s–”

Tech hummed an affirmative, tapping away at his datapad. “Already done. The system will register the droid as already having been wiped– assuming its number is the same one registered to that comm device, and it should be free to return to its duties.” He said, adjusting his goggles. Hunter might not like it when he intervened, worrying he’d get in trouble with the Kaminoans, but Tech found great satisfaction in disrupting the Kaminoan’s plans, even just a little.

“Hear that, AZ? You should be good to go. Take care of yourself, yeah?”

“Care is not required, as I am a droid. Goodbye!” AZ-3 replied, cutting off the comm channel abruptly, earning a weary chuckle from Fives. “Yeah, he’ll be fine.”

He turned towards Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch, who had already done so much to help clones who were practically strangers to them. “I know I have no right to ask this of you– you’ve already done so much to help us, to help Tup, and we couldn’t be more grateful. I know us ‘regs’ haven’t treated you well in the past, but you and your squad have treated us with kindness we haven’t earned. If you ever need anything, you are welcome with the 501st anytime.”

He drew himself up into a firm salute, which was mirrored by the other conscious troopers– Hardcase and Tup were still fast asleep. Hunter nodded his head in acceptance, giving them a rare smile. “I’ve gotta say, it’s been nice spending time with regs who aren’t about to throw down with one of my brothers.”

He glanced at Crosshair for approval, knowing if he didn’t, he’d be hearing about it for the next month. Thankfully Crosshair shrugged, glancing at the regs as if to say, ‘Whatever gets out of my space soonest,’ so Hunter turned back to Fives.

Despite a few bumps in the road, this was probably the most peaceful interaction his squad had ever had with the regs– and these ones actually saw them as vode, which was parsecs above what he could say for most of the shinies still on Kamino. “Now, what did you say you need?” Unfortunately, the Marauder was still undergoing repairs after their latest mission, so they couldn’t just give them a ride.

Fives grinned. “We could use a distraction…”

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Turns out, the Bad Batch had a plan for exactly that, and within ten minutes, their squad was heading towards the nearest hangar completely unobstructed. With the combination of Tech’s computer skills, Crosshair’s pinpoint accuracy when it came to identifying and shutting down cameras, and of course, Wrecker’s ability to draw attention wherever he went, it wasn’t long before they were in possession of a small ship that wouldn’t be missed for 24 hours.

They were home free– assuming they didn’t crash along the way.

“I thought you said you knew how to fly!” Patch yelped, his face a ghastly shade of green as he tried to keep his breaths even as he resolutely refused to look out the viewscreen. His aviophobia had gotten a lot better since his posting with the 501st, but this– he cursed as Hardcase made another loop and a muffled “Oops,” could be heard in the cockpit– was not flying.

“I’ve flown before!” Hardcase shouted back, dodging the last of the sensor arrays as they made their way up into the atmosphere. He twisted the ship around a few more times for good measure, hoping to keep the Kaminoans off their scent, and Patch’s heart stuttered with every jerking movement.

“Umbara categorically does not count!” Dogma griped, inclined to agree with Patch. The sooner they were back on firm ground, the better.

“I mean I’ve practiced some with the General, he’s been helping me to–”

“Watch the controls!!!” Kix cried in despair as Hardcase pulled up on the brakes and they definitely left a mark on the 104th’s hangar floor.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” Hardcase called as the ship came to a full and complete stop, probably smoking a little bit, but otherwise in one piece. “There!”

Kix let out a relieved sigh, clutching his chest. “Remind me to never fly with you again, vod.” He said before walking out the exit ramp, giving a hand to Patch when his legs shook, still looking more than a little green.

“You good, vod?”

Patch let out a slow breath, only just managing to hold down his rations while he nodded. He wasn’t usually one prone to space-sickness, but at least he had an excuse for not noticing their audience until he nearly ran into Commander Wolffe. “Easy there, Patch.”

“Wolffe!” Patch brightened immediately, leaning in to clasp his brother’s wrist, receiving a hearty thump on the back.

“It’s good to see you, vod. Welcome home.” Wolffe rumbled softly, drawing him in.

Patch choked up a little bit, responding just as quietly. “It’s good to be home.”

It’s been more than a year since he was back with the 104th, and even with everything else going on, it meant so much to be here– and to be with his brothers again, so he took a moment to settle in Wolffe's firm grip before pulling away.

He glanced around, noticing their little welcoming party included most of the Wolfpack, as well as General Koon.

“Thanks for letting us crash here, General.” Hardcase joked, watching as the landing crew gave the ship one last spray with a fire-extinguisher. “We’ve heard a lot of good things about you, sir.”

“You are most welcome, young Hardcase. It is an honor to meet Patch's brothers from the 501st.” General Plo offered, smiling under his mask as he greeted the group. “Come, I hear we have much to discuss.” He said, beckoning them forward so they could share what they learned.

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dribs-and-drabbles · 2 years

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Random thoughts on Vice Versa ep 12

Ha! I knew straight away when Talay woke up that the preview had been playing us and that it would end up being that Puen was going to bullshit Talay. I do wish we could have gotten a proper repeat of the scenario Puen described in ep 9 but this subversion kind of works too… It's nice that they're comfortable with each other to be able to joke around. But I don't get the shying away from kisses. Yes, morning breath and whatever...but Talay pulls away too much. Surely they're at the stage where they want to jump each other's bones not be shy about kissing. Anyway, the kisses over the breakfast prep were cute.

I loved the writing on the palm - another callback to their thing of communicating in different ways. It was cute.

But I'm CACKLING!!! Talay's boss is a traveller too and there's an association in their universe (I mean, there had to be but still...) and I loved how that actor played the 16-year-old within him - especially the Phi/Nong thing. (I've seen some people commenting on how it must suck for him to wake up in a 40-year-old's body...but I also think about the 40-year-old waking up as a 16 year old - having to do exams again, study at uni, find a job, finish puberty...I WOULD NOT want to go through that again 😂).

I was disappointed that we never really got confirmation that both Talay and Puen dreamed - that they were actually each other's portkeys...and I wish we had.

Before ep 11, I had wanted a scene in a cafe with Talay eating a pink dessert...well it was a restaurant and a pink drink, so close enough! And, damn! Puen made the folder!! How did he get the exact same design? He obviously has a good memory. But it's all the merch from the gmmtv shop, isn't it...

Now then, the live-streamed interview with O was uncomfortable and Jimmy played that so well in his micro-expressions - I wonder how close to home it is for these actors. And Gyo saying it as it should be: "Whoever Puen is seeing is his personal business". Yes! But it felt like too much drama for the last ep…I was definitely nervous by this point how it was going to be dealt with.

OMG I wanted to punch Puen's manager - he shouldn't have that kind of power. Puen is NOT a child. How dare he just confiscate his phone. I appreciate that actors are bound by contracts but this is taking it too far. He couldn't be more unsupportive of Puen if he tried. So, Puen is supposed to be an unhappy loner so long as he has a career that the industry can leech off him? smh. Now I know why this picture was there - it represents how we all feel about this jackass:

Anyway, I really liked Talay's worry for Puen - "Will he be okay?" - rather than what has been overdone so often before, the 'oh noes he must have stopped loving me' self-depreciation when the other person goes awol, even if it's due to outside forces (which this show did last ep but at least they've redeemed themselves here).

And I was so glad I was right with Tup and Tou being different versions of Up and Aou. I was CACKLING AGAIN! And I liked how they reversed the characters' energies a bit with Tup being the quiet one and Tou the loud one. It also gave us a third character from Neo. This man. istg.

YAS to supportive female friends!!! That's it, that's all. I love Gyo.

I find it so odd in bls when couples cook and then only have one place setting. But OMFG Jimmy in glasses!! I didn't know how much I needed it until I got it...and I now I need it again in the future.

Okay, no, yeah, I love the hourglass symbolism and parallel. I buy it. It's wonderful, I love how Puen made one where the sand stays because he wants time to stop. It's FABULOUS but I just wish they could have introduced the idea earlier in the series. The same for the moon reference - I don't really remember them 'looking at the moon and thinking of the other person'. The show could have made this moment even more poignant had they strengthen this.

And I mean the kiss is great and all at the end there but I needed to know what happened to Tun and Tess…a lot more than just in the dream sequence. This was definitely disappointing and I hope we'll get some kind of special episode - even if it's all different actors playing out Tun and Tess' life as though they had written the screenplay for it from their life-story. I'm salty.

I'll give the show points for giving us Aou and Fuse crumbs, though, as well as Phuwadol - although I don't see why Talay wouldn't have asked that person if they were the Dol he knew from the alternate universe. smh. BUT Fuse's first t-shirt was spot on again, "Believe in Yourself" when he's in acting classes, and I just wish I could find out what's on his second t-shirt 😭

The ending was sweet, lovely to see what the future can hold for them. And what a location!...to find that house with that huge pink trumpet tree…but maybe they're really common in Thailand… It's such a shame we didn't get to see it in bloom though...how amazing would this have been in Talay's garden?!

Aaaaand I'll only mention the Lays add since we came full-circle from ep 1 with the marriage reference - with Thailand, GMMTV, and Lays (bless them) flexing their 'we want marriage equality' muscles. 👏🏼

#vice versa #vice versa the series #vice versa ep 12 #this week my thoughts really do feel random and jumping all over the place #but it's all over and done and I can finally get some of my free time back!#despite it's faults I thought this series was really great #I loved the cinematography. the design. the colours and attention to detail #I loved the actors and characters and dynamics between them #the potential in the story was fantastic even if the narrative wasn't executed well #an 'A' for effort but 'C' for content/execution perhaps...#fuse's t-shirts

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My name is Karl, 04 liner. My hobbies are watching kdrama/anime I also read manga or manwha, I also like to play online games like fps or moba. I also like to listen to music, I'm a swiftie (folklore stan <33) because I can relate LOL. I'm also a big fan of kpop especially girlgroups like Twice, Blackpink, IVE, Newjeans, Lesserafim, Redvelvet etc.

I can't share anything about my hometown because I didn't grow up there, I only studied there until Grade 3. I'm from Quezon City where I went to high school and senior high school but, When I was a child in elementary school I lived in Oras Eastern Samar, so it's not that difficult for me to understand the Waray language but I'm not very good at speaking Waray yet.I don't remember much about my elementary life so what I will share is my HS and SHS life from Quezon City.

I also don't have much to share how I grew up in QC because all I always do is play online games on the computer LOL, so all I can share are the core memories that really stuck with me. My high school life was happy, I met a lot of friends, I liked someone when I was in Grade 10, I even tried to have a romantic relationship with her but unfortunately it didn't work. So I realized that I should focus on myself first, and that's when I became addicted to watching anime and kdrama. I always binge watch new anime and kdramas after my school and home chores. Then when I was in Senior high school, that was the time of the pandemic and it was a bit difficult to adjust because of the online class, but I was able to manage it and graduated with honors. That time is also the happiest era even though it's a pandemic, LOL because that's when play to earn games (crypto related games) are in vogue, my friend is the manager and he hired me as a scholar, I'll play the game and then we'll split the earnings so that time was happiest time because I was helping my family's needs and I was able to buy what I wanted. We also always eat out with my friends, wander around and then have coffee at aesthetic coffee shops around QC. We also went to the beach in Cavite to celebrate the birthday of our manager friend, it was really fun that time even though it only lasted half a year because the value of cryptocurrency had also decreased at that time. And another thing that struck me is that I was also scammed in crypto because I was a beginner when I invested in a game (Pegaxy) it is also a crypto game that you can earn but you need to invest in order to play, I was scammed by 12k worth and that's when I realized that I'm still really a beginner. I didn't get it back since it's hard to get it back, I just accepted it and learned from my mistake.

Last year I graduated, I tried to register in different state universities around Manila that have Engineering courses like EARIST and TUP, but unfortunately I didn't make it because the slot was full, because of that, I was late to take care of the my requirements I enrolled in an IT course at a semi-private school, but I didn't continue because of the hardships of life and I didn't really like the course I took. So this year I tried to take the exam again at QCU and I passed, Electronics Engineering and IT were my choices, but I didn't take it again since my choices were actually Civil or Electrical. So my grandmother offered me to study here at ESSU, at first I refused because it would be difficult for me to adjust because I'm more used to living in Manila, but later I accepted so I could take the course I wanted.

I hope you enjoy reading my blog post, I am also happy if you give your comments below. Thank you

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Congratulations on the 900!! Could you maybe do “You’re the first person I think about when I wake up.” and "i really want to kiss you right now." for Tup with she/her or they/them reader? Either NSFW or SFW is fine!

TUP TUP TUP TUP

Wholesomeness and pining all around. They/them Jedi!

It was the jedi's touch that always made Tup inhale extra deeply- the way they gently laid their hand on his shoulder in comraderie, the soft brushing of their voice, the graceful treading of their footsteps. Tup treasured moments alone with them.

Even now, on their scouting into the night, Tup was sneaking glances at the jedi. He could practically feel his heart sweeping three times its normal size in his armor.

When Tup had told Jesse and Kix and Fives his symptoms, Kix had been worried. Ever the medic, Kix had offered to do the basics of a medical exam.

"So when do you feel this? The- the shortness of breath, the quickening pulse?" Kix laid his two fingers on the pulse point of Tup's neck.

Tup snuck another glance at the general and felt his face flush under his helmet. The Jedi removed their outermost robe and glanced at Tup, grinning. "Want to see something cool?"

"Just around the general." Tup shifted on the examination table, the plastic rustling under him. "When I'm- well, when I'm near them, when they smile, but it's even worse when the general talks to me."

"Yeah. Er, yes, Sir." Tup managed. His chest tightened with that fluttering, and he heard his voice crack slightly in the modulator of his own helmet.

Fives, Kix, and Jesse all stared at him for a moment. It was Fives who burst into laughter first, Jesse and Kix following with chuckles. To felt his ears heart up under his hair, thankful he had our it down to hide any blushing that may occur in the appointment. They were his brothers- and reading always happened. "What? Maybe I'm just allergic-"

"Allergic!?" Fives caught his breath. "To the general?"

Helpless, Tup looked at Kix. The medic only shrugged. "Sorry, vod, but Fives is right. For once. It sounds like they're just in your system."

"In my system, all right. First thing I think about when I wake up- and when I get to bed! At all times?" Tup frowned. "Help. Me."

The Jedi raised their arms, tilting their head back and breathing through their nose. Clearly, there was some kind of ritual that Jedi had. It felt too intimate to watch, with the Jedi so vulnerable, but Tup could not turn his eyes away. He wanted to watch- had to watch. His heart tightened.

Tup's heart tightened again. "I just- I don't know what to do."

Fives glanced at Jesse, the laughter falling from his face. Jesse moved up a bit, leaning on the examination table as Kix began to write a report on the check-up. Jesse crossed his arms. "Vod, why not just- try to say something about this?"

"I did, just now. To you."

"I mean to the general."

Tup felt his stomach do that weird flip as the Jedi's arms raised, breath still in their chest- living. Not just alive, but living. The jedi's arms pressed out with such force that Tech felt compelled to duck, move aside.

The Jedi turned, and a loud whoosh of wind rippled through the field. Following it, the ground and water came to life.

The water rippled, pulled towards them, and the grass rolled, crickets singing out in song as fireflies lit, dancing stars fallen from the sky above, gold and brilliant.

"I mean, what would you have to lose if you said anything?"

Jesse's words echoed in his ears as he stepped towards the Jedi. Even though the galaxy the universe, was compacted and living and breathing around him, the only thing in his visions was the Jedi, who stilled as Tup approached.

What would I have to lose?

Tup stopped just short of the Jedi. His heart rang in his ears as he removed his helmet, acutely aware of how much closer the Jedi seemed when his bucket was off. His face was warm, and words flooded out at the Jedi watched him, body an iridescent haze in the breath and life around them.

"I- I really-" Tup swallowed.

I have nothing to lose.

"I really want to kiss you. Now. Or, you know." He felt a hand run up his neck and up his tied back hair. It was a bad habit. "Or at your earliest convenience. Or whenever you want."

The life around them did not stop- it continued pressed as the Jedi walked towards him, the smile blossoming on their face. "Or now."

Tup nodded, leaning down to meet the general's mouth. "Now is good."

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Holding, Still

“Hold still.”

The words were an admonishment, but the voice was gentle. There was a broad pull at the back of Tup’s skull. His scalp tingled, and careful fingers tilted his head back until his eyes angled towards the ceiling. Echo drew another section of hair to the side, and Tup stiffened his muscles while he twisted it into place.

It was early morning. His joints were stiff and reluctant, and he was still wiping sleep out of his eyes. But the lights in the barracks were brightening, and the rest of the legion were dragging themselves gradually from slumber. A low, subtle hum whispered over the walls, beginning to charge with energy as trails of footsteps became more and more frequent.

Echo’s hands brushed through Tup’s hair again, and a shiver raced up his spine.

There was a reason for this, Dale had said once, while he was in the middle of studying for the medic exams. There were more nerve endings in your scalp. He’d rubbed his eyes and said something about oxytocin and the endocrine system and glands with funny names, and then he’d buried his nose back in his holobooks. Tup couldn’t even remember what they had been talking about - just what it felt like when he wasn’t there anymore.

Fives snorted, and Tup’s hair twisted again when Echo turned to give him a dirty look that Tup was too immobilized to see.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Fives teased, voice low.

Echo wove another section into Tup’s hair, with a shrug that pulled slightly on the shiny’s scalp. “We all make sacrifices.”

“Really. Do we, Tup?”

Was there a response to that?

Tup settled for a shrug, mirroring Echo’s.

“Hold still,” Echo said again, but his voice softened. An elastic snapped behind Tup’s head, and the deft, gentle fingers retreated.

Fives whistled, appreciatively. “We’ll have to take a holo of that one.”

Tup raised his eyebrows and reached back, fumbling for whatever Echo had done to his skull. It was tight, nearly tight enough to ache. But Echo had pulled the braids slightly looser again, as if he knew. The bun was flat enough to fit under his helmet. He'd tied it with one of those stretchy little fabric ties.

“I thought the loth-cats were fitting,” Echo said, and he was smiling his secret smile. “Adorable, but clever. And mischievous.”

Fives wrapped his arms around them both, laughing into Tup’s ear. “Just like you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Fives was grinning. Widely, but hazy around the edges, like he’d been about to crack a joke and had forgotten it halfway through. His face was soft, almost mesmerized, humor melting into something so tender it was almost aching.

On Tup’s other side, Echo’s eyes shone, and he reached over to tuck a stray strand of Tup’s hair behind his ear.

Tup could have cried.

He almost did, when Hardcase bounded over with a cam.

In the end, Tup kept the holopic next to his hairbrush, next to the collection of cheap fabric hair ties, hidden but impossible to miss. Echo and Fives beamed, in sync as always, their heads tilted towards one another. But they nested Tup between them, their arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

They looked proud.

*******

Rejected line: They built him a home, with their bodies, with their beings, exactly his size.

I liked that line, okay, and I couldn't quite make it fit the way I wanted to.

That seemed to be a recurring theme with this one. It was surprisingly difficult to write - I can picture it in my mind, but it doesn't quite translate to words the way I was hoping it would. Nevertheless, I like this one.

I imagine this to be a little while after this moment that I wrote a while back. In summary, every morning, Echo and Fives do Tup's hair for him. It becomes a routine (thank you so much @clonetober for today's prompt!). Tup is still a shiny, and very shortly after he arrived on the Resolute those two adopted him. He had no choice in the matter.

But Echo and Fives are great parents.

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Chapter Summary:

Tup and Tech search through Tech's old glasses collection while Dogma and Crosshair find some common ground.

Fic Summary:

Chapter 7: Tension and Triggers

Squinting blearily around the unfamiliar barracks, it took Tup a couple tries to reach for the armor pieces Kix had left near the borrowed bunk (his helmet was still back at the barracks). Tup’s 30-minute nap had definitely helped with his headache, but his vision was still as terrible as it had been before he woke up.

Now that he wasn’t on the verge of passing out, or distracted by Dogma’s voice on comms, he realized the room was a bit busier than it had been earlier. He could hear Hardcase, Fives, and the larger vod– Wrecker, he remembered– chatting in the corner, and someone tapping on a datapad. The others were pretty quiet, but he could make out Kix’s blue and red armor on a bench near him, as well as a couple blurs in the corner that had to be Wrecker’s other squadmates.

He moved to get up off the bunk– and promptly tripped over someone’s discarded blacks with a yelp.

“Tup! You alright?” Fives asked in a near panic.

“Just peachy.” Tup grumbled, hearing an amused snort from one of the unfamiliar troopers. This never would’ve happened if he could kriffing see straight.

“Find something funny?” He directed a glare towards that corner of the room before he could stop himself.

“Didn’t know regs were as clumsy as they were stupid.” An equally terse voice countered.Tup could just make out a narrow form on the bunk across from him, cleaning what looked like a large blaster; maybe a sniper rifle.

“Hey!” Kix stepped in warningly as Fives offered Tup a hand up. Thankfully, a sharp elbow from the squad’s sergeant got the other trooper to stand down.

“Cross– be nice to the reg. He’s hurt!” Wrecker added with a pleading look.

“That’s one word for it.” The trooper, Cross, grumbled, sounding put-out by the unexpected company. “He’s acting like Tech without his goggles.”

Now that he was standing again, Tup took a moment to center himself before responding, recognizing that his self-restraint wasn’t at its usual levels. Kix gave him a quick once-over with the scanner, stating that he was still a little pale but his numbers were better than they’d been earlier.

“Are your eyes still giving you trouble, Tup?” Kix asked, concerned.

Tup snorted self-deprecatingly. “You think I would’ve fallen on my shebs if I could see, Kix?”

Kix sighed, “Good point. Hopefully Patch will have some ideas when he gets here.”

“Patch is coming here?” Wrecker interrupted, excited. He’d enjoyed getting to know the rehab medic over the last week or so, especially after Patch’s minor freak-out over him being able to lift a hover-bed unassisted, even while recovering.

Tup nodded with a wince –ow, moving his head like that was a bad idea– “Yep, he’ll get here when Dogma does–” There was a hand in front of his face all of a sudden, and Tup flinched back in surprise. After narrowly avoiding tripping over the discarded blacks for the second time in five minutes, he turned to glare at the perpetrator.

“Do you mind?” He asked, barely able to make out the other’s face, noticing what looked like mechanic’s goggles.

“Not at all.” The other responded, utterly unaffected by Tup’s tone. “I was curious whether your vision deficits were the result of a vision field deficit, or if they were traditional myopia or hyperopia. I myself experience myopia, which is easily corrected with these.” He gestured to his own goggles.

“Tech, no experimenting on the regs.” Their sergeant warned, sounding like Kix after a particularly long shift in medbay.

Tech protested, “I am not experimenting, Hunter. I am simply hoping to determine–”

“Sounds like experimenting to me,” Crosshair interrupted with a smirk.

“ –whether my old corrective lenses might suffice.” Tech finished with a half-glare. Reg or not, he knew how disorienting it could be without his vision, and he wouldn’t wish that kind of vulnerability on anyone.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” Tup asked, surprised. He’d felt bad for intruding on their barracks, and the group was definitely a little rough around the edges, but when it came down to it, Clone Force 99 were still brothers.

“I hardly have a need for them anymore. Not since my prescription changed. I have several older pairs, but they do not have the shatter-resistance of my current ones, so I would not recommend them for combat scenarios.”

“That’s– thank you, vod! I dunno what you mean with myo- or hyperoplia..? –but maybe Kix knows. And I don’t mind. Doubt they’d fit under my helmet anyways.” He grinned sheepishly, grateful for the other trooper’s, albeit blunt, assistance.

Now that he thought about it, Tech’s directness reminded him a little bit of Dogma. The two probably had equally terrible bedside manner, he thought with a chuckle as Tech abruptly left to retrieve his old glasses. His annoyed tone after being interrupted earlier was also pretty familiar.

Tech and Tup spent the next couple minutes shuffling through Tech’s haphazard collection of junk, attempting to find the various adaptations of his current goggles. Tech insisted there was some sort of system, but Tup was starting to understand why he’d heard Kix complaining about the mess earlier.

Eventually, Tech surfaced with a pair of simple, wide-brimmed glasses with rectangular frames and once they’d been adjusted correctly, Tup was treated to the sight of the messiest barracks he’d ever seen in his life. He’d take it any day over the headache-inducing blur, though, and thanked Tech for the assistance.

“As I stated before, I have no further use for them.”

“Still, you didn’t have to help.” Tup said, sitting down on the floor to rest for a moment. He brought up a hand to adjust his hair before his hand touched the bacta patch covering his right temple and he shot up with a gasp.

Kix was on him in a flash. “What is it?”

“My hair!” Tup cried, looking worriedly around for a mirror. Who knows what kind of damage the surgery had done, he realized with a grimace.

“It’s okay, vod! Dogma thought of that one, thankfully.” Fives interjected with a relaxed tone that automatically put Tup at ease. “Said something about a hair-sparing technique or something to the med-droid, and AZ-3 said he’d only have to shave half-an inch or so, but it should be easy enough to hide until it grows back.”

Tup sighed in relief, attempting to calm his beating heart. Kix nodded in agreement, adding. “I can’t remove the bacta patch just yet, but it wasn’t too noticeable when I last saw it. Besides, you and Dogma are pretty creative with hairstyles; I’m sure you could come up with something.”

Nodding back, Tup replied. “T-That’s good. I’ll have to thank him when he gets here.” Internally berating himself for freaking out, he took a moment to get a better look at the barracks around him. Recognizing Hardcase and the less familiar troopers, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, and Hunter, he made a pleased noise when he noticed the latter’s longer hair.

“Don’t meet too many vode with longer hair.” He offered with a hesitant smile.

Hunter smirked, tilting his head in agreement. Crosshair rolled his eyes. “What’s so important about hair? It gets in the way, and it makes an effective handhold against the wrong opponent.”

Hunter rolled his eyes in return, like he’d heard this argument a million times before. Tup was the one who responded, though, saying, “Gotta take what individuality I can get. Plus, I like the way it feels pulled back, and my vod knows a lot of different hairstyles if I get bored of it looking one way.”

Hunter nodded in agreement, “Agreed. Plus, short hair has to be cut at least every few weeks, which is a kriffing nightmare, especially with my enhancements.” He said, rubbing his own scalp in annoyance.

“Huh, makes sense.” Tup nodded, remembering what little he’d heard when Wrecker had gone around making introductions earlier, even if they boiled down to ‘Hunter senses weird stuff.’

He turned to respond when someone knocked on the barrack doors, which Tech had taken the initiative to lock earlier. “Dogma!” He grinned, but before he could get up, Crosshair had already slipped out of his bunk and taken a defensive position while Wrecker stood to open the door. Fives, on the other hand, glanced between the door and Tup before ushering Tup behind the desk, where he could still see, but wasn’t immediately visible, just in case.

With a nod, Wrecker opened the door, and the 501st troopers breathed a sigh of relief to see Dogma and Patch enter, looking more than a little stressed. This stress only increased as Dogma noticed the sniper rifle aimed at them and stood protectively in-front of Patch.

“So you’re Dogma?” Crosshair asked in a dry voice. “You don’t look like a medic to me.”

Dogma glared back at the sniper with equal tension. “And you don’t look like a clone, but here we are.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Crosshair replied coolly; it’d take more than one harsh word from a reg to shut him down.

A look of recognition crossed Dogma’s face as he realized the accidental offense of his words. He nodded at Crosshair with an almost apologetic look. “I didn't- I meant no offense. It’s just…“

Thankfully, Patch was there to break the tension. “Dogma actually passed his medic’s test earlier today. He just hasn’t had time to repaint his armor yet. And Dogma, Crosshair’s a part of Clone Force 99, which is an experimental unit under Commander Cody.” He explained as Crosshair finally lowered his weapon, assured that nothing would happen, and Tup took the opportunity to approach his batchmate with a relieved grin.

“Glad you made it, vod. I was getting worried.” He said, enveloping Dogma in a hug. Surprisingly, Dogma was quick to return it, almost desperately.

“You were worried?” Dogma huffed, a little incredulous. “I’m not the one who had a brain tumor.”

They took a moment longer to hug, with Tup relaxing in his batchmate’s arms before finally pulling back and looking at Patch, who had cleared his throat politely while he waited for them to be done. “Speaking of which, vod’ika, there’s a few assessments I’d like to run through, if you’re up to it. Does Kix have a copy of your chart?”

Tup nodded, letting himself be pulled away and back towards Wrecker’s bunk, although Dogma was never too far away as Patch started his assessments.

About fifteen minutes had passed, and Dogma was starting to get a little bored. His sleepless nights studying and worrying over Tup were finally starting to catch up with him, but it’d probably be a while until he was truly able to sleep.

His gaze drifted away from Tup and Patch towards the rest of the room when he heard a pained groan from Wrecker, who had paused his conversation with Hardcase to wince at a spasm in his still-healing scar tissue.

“You good, Wrecker?” Hunter asked with some concern as the larger trooper attempted to roll his shoulders in an attempt to disperse the pain, eliciting another hiss of pain.

Dogma’s gut clenched in sympathy, remembering Hardcase’s muscle spasms before they’d gotten him into a steady routine of pain meds, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxers. They still bugged him on bad days, but it was generally a lot more manageable for the heavy-gunner, although…

“Is there– can I help?” He asked hesitantly, looking between the other three. “Patch trained me on some techniques for decreasing pain in burn scars. I’ve had lots of practice with Hardcase.”

Hardcase grinned at the offer, giving him an encouraging smile. “You can say that again, vod.” He gave Wrecker a friendly nudge, being careful not to make anything worse, he grinned. “Don’t let his grumpy expression fool you. Dogma here’s got the golden touch.”

Dogma rolled his eyes, but Wrecker gave a tight nod of agreement, so Dogma had him remove his upper armor (with help from a defensive-looking Crosshair) before working on the worst of the pain. It wasn’t long before Wrecker was sighing in relief, muscles loosened from their earlier tense positions, and Dogma felt a sense of satisfaction. He’d been a little worried about adapting the strategies he used to the non-standard trooper’s size.

“How did you do that?” Crosshair asked, intently.

Dogma shrugged, pausing briefly to grab a heat-pack from Patch’s medkit before continuing. “It’s mostly about finding the right pressure points. And flowing movements jar less than quick movements.”

He’d also found that often, trooper’s bodies communicated better than they did. If he did something that caused his brother’s pain, here it was easily noticed and fixable. Dogma had always struggled with guessing tone and underlying meaning, but for all its complexity, helping his brothers as a medic was… simple.

He glanced back up again as Crosshair took on a less aggressive tone, surprised when the sniper asked, “Can you teach me?”

Blinking for a moment, Dogma was quick to recover as he looked back at the sniper. After Umbara, after everything that fell apart, he’d felt almost desperate to do something, anything, to help fix all the wrong that had happened on that planet, and he couldn’t help but notice a little bit of that desperation in Crosshair, for all he tried to hide it.

Maybe they weren’t so different after all, he thought as he nodded in agreement, scooting over to give Crosshair a better look as he walked him through a couple simple techniques. There was still a lot to figure out with Tup and whatever the Kaminoans were up to, but he took comfort in the simple help he could offer these new vode, and for now, it was enough.

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