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Pain In Hurt Places ~ Fives x Reader

TW!!: Mentions self-harm and depression. Do not read if you don't feel comfortable!!

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: angst, self-harm scars, past trauma, sadness, fluff, feelings, happy ending, we all need a Fives in our lives (that rhymed ;)
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You greeted the troopers you saw along your way to the hangar, stopping to talk to a few of them. Torrent was back from their mission and, as usual, most of the vehicles needed repairing.

As you entered the hangar, you saw your friends. Most of them looked fine, no injuries thank the Maker. You could tell they were worn out and needed rest. Fives was so exhausted that he wasn't even arguing back with Rex, who was giving him a piece of his mind.

You watched them all head off to eat and sleep, giving them a smile to try and cheer them up. Rex walked up to you, "a word please, Y/N." You stepped aside with him. "I don't know if you heard, but that di'kut cost us two LAATs because of some risky strategy he thought of. So he's going to help you repair every damaged piece of equipment from the mission. Can you supervise him, make sure he does his job?"

You nodded, "Absolutely, Captain. Thank you."

You jogged over to Fives, who was leaning against the side of a gunship in desperate need of repairs. “Why don’t you get some rest, bud. Then we’ll get to work. I know your Captain wants you healthy,” you told him. He shoved off the vehicle and walked past, giving you a salute.

You and Fives had been friends since he joined Torrent as an ARC trooper. You had been a new mechanic at that point, shy but good at her job. A few of the more experienced mechanics had made fun of you one day and Fives had overheard them. He told them off and ensured they would never bother you again. The two of you became fast friends after that. You hung out every chance you got, talking, playing sabacc, fixing things. Fives even taught you how to use a blaster just in case you ever found yourself in a dangerous situation. Over the months, you had grown quite the crush on your best friend. You knew it was one-sided, Fives was an ARC trooper, a busy one. He had better things to do than waste his time loving you.

You got started on the repairs, knowing Fives would join you when he was rested.

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You had been working for a few hours when you heard footsteps approaching from behind you. You stopped your welding and turned around, seeing Fives standing nearby. “Reporting for duty, sir,” he said sarcastically.

You walked over to him. “Did you get enough sleep?” You asked, shining your flashlight around his eyes, he still looked tired. “I never get enough sleep, you know that,” he replied. "Ok, well let me know if you need to take a break," you said. You knew he never would, he never had before. As much as you always wanted him to not be so hard on himself, there wasn't anything you could do.

You both got to work, repairing and improving the gunships, speeders, and walkers. Rex came by once to check on your progress, but other than that it was you and Fives working in a corner of the hangar. You took water breaks to cool down, all the physical work making you both sweat. It got to the point where Fives ditched the top half of his armor and blacks. You tried your best not to stare at him but you were failing. The way his muscles flexed and moved beneath his skin, the grunts and groans of exertion, and the drops of sweat rolling down his toned chest were very distracting.

"Cyare, you've got to be dying in that long-sleeved shirt," Fives commented. "I'm ok," you replied, keeping your eyes on your work.

You had taken off as much as you could, except your boots, long sleeve shirt, and your pants which you had rolled up to your knees. You could feel the sweat soaking the back of your shirt, making it stick to your skin.