#delta squad

At least let him have his caf first

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A SEV X READER IVE BEEN INDOCTRINATED INTO REPUBLIC COMMANDO AND OM OBSESSED WITH THIS UNHINGED CRITTER

How you doing, fellow Sev craver?

So I can't make any promises since I haven't done any proper writing in about a year, but shoot me some prompts/scenarios and I'll see what I can do for you?

Have some tips below the cut (:

Sev feels nothing but panic and nausea at the idea of having a crush on you.

You’re a JEDI.

Someone who he has been trained to follow without question. Someone who can wield the Force and strangle him with your mind.

He’s not scared of you hurting him, though. Not physically at least.

Sev feels like it’s something he needs to hide from not only you but from his brothers as well. Which just makes it seem like he doesn’t want you to even breathe the same air as him.

He doesn’t, but not for the reasons you think. You’ve done nothing wrong. On the contrary, you keep doing everything that makes him want you even more.

Your compassion and kindness hit him harder than any blow from Vau in training ever could have. He can handle being shot, hit, and tortured.

But he can’t control his hammering heart beat or the air being all but ripped from his lungs every time you praise him over the comms. “Nice shot, Sev.”- “I’m starting to believe that you really are the best sniper the GAR has.” - “Wow… that was.. A creative way to kill that.”

Okay, maybe the last one wasn’t exactly a compliment. But it felt like one to him.

And the way your eyes look up at him like he’s something special. He wishes you’d stop because eventually you’ll see all the insecurities he fights to hide. You’ll see what he’s always felt… he’s nothing next to his brothers.

He tries to keep his eyes from finding you. He’ll be in the perfect position to use his sniper skills, but he can’t seem to focus the way he needs to because his gaze keeps drifting back to you. 

“Oh-Seven! The enemy is to your left, they’re nowhere near the General,” Fixer’s voice jolts him out his head and back toward the targets he’s meant to kill. 

The first time he could play it off like he thought he’d seen something coming toward you, the second time, he had to deal with teasing from Scorch and Boss and an exasperated sigh from Fixer.

After that, he kept his mind strictly on the Sep forces and his count of dead Geonosians. 

When you finally confront him about his attitude toward you and what you had done to make him not like you, he tries to play it off and act like it’s nothing. You’ve done nothing. He doesn’t have any feelings toward you one way or another other than professionally. 

His panic bubbling up and his signature in the Force hits you like a wall of durasteel crashing down on you. 

Oh.

You apologize for cornering him and ask if you can change that. You two will be working together a lot, and you’d like for the two of you to get to know each other better.

His brain is screaming ‘no’ at him, but he can’t stop the words ‘just tell me when’ from stumbling out of his mouth.

He is the picture of cool and collected sitting across from you at a booth at Qibbu’s Hut, but on the inside he is a nervous wreck. Give him droids to fight any day. It’s much less intimidating. 

When he realizes that you’re not going anywhere and you actually do seem to like him, he lowers his guard just slightly.

He wants to be touching you in some way at all times. He is so touch-starved and doesn’t even realize it, and Force knows he will never come out and say he wants you to touch him or hug him... 

But he can’t stop his knuckles from lightly brushing the back of your hand as you stand next to each other. 

Or your shoulders touching as you wait to exit the gunship.

Or his thumb brushing the dirt from your cheek.

And if you touch him, he will stiffen up but melt on the inside. Please, hold this man’s hand. Put your arm in his. Put your head on his shoulder. He will literally hit a type of euphoria he didn’t know was even possible.

He won’t reach out to you much when you’re away from each other. He’s worried that he’ll annoy you… or worse - be the reason you get distracted in battle.