Clone Trooper x Reader One Shots

Fives + You Don't Fit!

Author's Note: based on reality 🙃

You're a chef on board the Resolute, and you absolutely love it. Especially since a particular clone named Fives keeps visiting you. You were bothered at first, then curious as to why he kept coming around. But now you've accepted that you're friends... but he keeps suggesting something slightly more.

Yesterday, you were cleaning up dishes after the mess hall closed down, when you heard the door open and footsteps approach you.

"Boo!"

You roll your eyes and turn around, "I heard you coming, Fives."

Fives crosses his arms, "But it's spooky season!"

You squint at him, "It's literally not."

Fives' eyes light up, "It is! I bet I could scare you!"

You smirk, imagining him failing at that, "You couldn't scare me."

Fives raises a finger in the air, "Challenge accepted!"

You roll your eyes, wondering what he has planned.

Fives takes an eager step closer, lowering his raised finger, "If I hid in one of the mess hall carts, you know, with the cloth covering it, I could jump out and scare someone!" Fives' eyes are lit up with pure excitement.

You allow yourself to be overcome with a wave of laughter. You double over, peering up at Fives' defeated expression.

"What?" Fives looks at you apprehensively.

"You couldn't fit into the mess hall carts!" You gleam with the thought of him trying, though.

Fives takes another step closer to your still doubled over frame, "I bet you 100 credits I could!"

You stand up straight. He actually wants to try? "I have 100 credits."

Fives takes a step back and raises his hands in surrender, looking around as if there were people watching, "She's rich, folks!"

You put your hands near your chest in emphasis, "I am not rich!"

Fives' eyes gleam as he speaks, "I don't know how you have 100 credits. I spend my every last credit before I can make any more."

You try not to frown at his sad predicament. "Well, I'll hold you up to that bet."

Fives' face turns into a playful 'fight me' expression, "Fine. I'll make sure you do."

***

The next day, you're cleaning up the kitchen once again after the mess hall has closed. Other chefs are sweeping. You're sweeping near the door to the mess hall.

Suddenly, the doors to the kitchen swing open as Fives barrels in, searching the room. He spots you near the door and yells out your name. As he nears you, he clicks his tongue and whispers, "Follow me."

You set down your broom and practically run out after Fives, trying your best to ignore how his whispering made you feel.

In the empty and dark mess hall, you see a cart perfectly set up with the usual cloth draped on top of it, part of it rolled up for an opening.

Fives dashes towards the cart, shouting, "MONEY TIME, BABY!!! I get 100 credits!"

You laugh as Fives crouches down to slide into the cart. He cranes his neck and twists his body in a way you've never seen anybody do before. You guess he was prepared for this. Fives shimmies his way into the cart.

You lock eyes with the most giddy looking Fives you've ever seen as he reaches for the fabric above his head. He tugs down on it as he shouts, "Seeee? I can fit!"

You laugh and begin circling the cart, "Hmm, let's see. You can't be sticking out at all."

You hear Fives let out a muffled, "I fit perfectly!" as you round the back of the cart.

You inspect the cart, squinting and biting back laughter as you see a lump sticking out the back of the cloth, "Hey! You can't stick out at all!"

"I'm not!" Fives yells in a determined, yet muffled voice.

You hold a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing too hard, "Yes, you are! I see a lump sticking out the back!" You continue to walk back to the front of the cart, resisting the temptation to pat the spot sticking out at the back of the cart.

As you reach the front of the cart, Fives attempts to roll up the fabric so he can get back out. Your eyes glow, matching his beyond giddy expression.

You pipe up, "You were sticking out! You don't get the 100 credits!"

Fives, holding back laughter, shimmies his way back out of the cart, looking like a baby Acklay learning to walk, "Just doing adult things!" Fives yells out. You burst out laughing, "I'm not giving you 100 credits!"

Both dying of laughter now, you run back into the kitchen with Fives. The other chefs stop sweeping and look up at the both of you.

"Thanks for going through with the bet!" You shout, bright eyed.

"You didn't think I'd fit!" Fives barks back at you, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I'm sorry for thinking you couldn't fit!"

"I told you I could fit in there!"

"Well, I believe you now!"

Fives walks off all bright eyed and dying of laughter as you suppress your laughter and grab your broom. You ignore all the shocked faces watching you as you finish cleaning.