#CAN WE PLEASE JUST MOVE ONTO THE NEXT BATCH

[apollos-boyfriend]

were never fucking getting persona 6 😭

#icarus speaks #like. u guys know me. u know i love p5 #those are my kids. my children. i would die and kill for them #we have gotten like 40 thousand fucking spin offs and additions 😭 #CAN WE PLEASE JUST MOVE ONTO THE NEXT BATCH

[agroupiewhore]

Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Enzo and a little imagine with him. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate but let me know if you like this etc. I am always welcome to feedback/ thoughts/ comments/ concerns. Sorry in advance for grammar and spelling and punctuation

🐟🐳🐙🔵🪱

(THIS MANS JAWLINE IS MORE STRUCTURED THAN MY LIFE)

*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality. And warnings for making out etc, nothing too explicit (PG-13)

✨️ There is no way you ever have to carry your own bag. This man is rushing in to help you. Whether that's your handbag on date night or all of the shopping bags after your weekly grocery shop run. And yes, he refuses to make 2 trips to the car.

✨️ Speaking of weekly shops runs, Enzo is that boyfriend who always pushes the trolley/ cart.

✨️ Matching Adidas trackies. Never quite knowing whose joggers/ t shirts/ jackets that belonged to.

✨️ Wearing his boxers after sex to go down and make a fresh batch of coffee.

✨️ Is always entertaining you with unusual facts and information about Uruguay and is keen for you to learn and embrace his culture and he is keen to learn more about yours.

✨️ Matching your nail varnish to his bow tie/ tie/ shirt colour etc.

✨️ Midnight beach walks where you tell eachother all your hopes and dreams and desires, all the 'deep stuff' you feel you can't tell eachother when it's daylight as it seems to real.

✨️ This man can dance. He has so much natural rhythm and is such a natural. He'll always be the first one up on the dance floor at parties and cast parties and would much rather spend the time on the dance floor with you rather than talking. Also at home will put on whatever dance music he wants and will just start dancing with you.

✨️ Dressing up as Kylo Ren and Rey for Halloween. "Well I mean... I think we should go as them, it would look good" "Fine"

A Perfect Day

You went to open the fridge to find the pouring cream for your iced coffees but were distracted by the note attached to the front, wrote in Enzo's beautiful cursive handwriting. You smiled to yourself as you read it. He always left the most beautiful love notes and this one was no exception. It simply read "You're my happy place". You took the note off the fridge and folded it neatly and placed it in your dressing gown pocket. You were saving them all, for what you weren't sure, but you pictured a future for you and enzo, maybe one day sticking all the notes down into a scrap book and passing it onto your daughter. To show her how much she should be loved by another. You smiled at the thought and opened the fridge, finally, to find the pouring cream. After Enzo had finished filming, touring and surving the awards season the two of you finally had some time and moved in together. The first thing he had done was gone out and found the most fanciest coffee machine. You guys hadn't even bought a bed yet at that point. You finished making your drinks and went back upstairs. Enzo was sat up in bed, shirtless.

"Well damn, it's hot this morning." You laughed as you sat back in bed next to him, being careful not to spill anything. "Here my angel." You passed him the iced coffee. He carefully took it from you and took that first heavenly sip.

"Hmm, perfecto." He said closing his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face. "I do not know how I survived without having you around, only you can make my coffee right."

"I'm sure there is someone else who could, I could always teach them, it's not too hard. There aren't any crazy secret ingredients." You replied "I just make it with love, I think that's why it's so good." Enzo leaned over and kissed you. "I love you so much, mi amor." He said as he took your hand. "What would you like to do today?"

"We need to go shopping to get a couple things and I was thinking maybe we could have a go at making our own pizzas for dinner?" You suggested, admiring him.

"You always have the best ideas, I have a couple more things to add to the list so please don't let me forget my love." Enzo said as he got out of bed. It would never get old seeing how beautiful he was. It was like he had been sculpted by the world's most incredible artist whose attention to detail no one was able to match. You felt so lucky to not only be with one so handsome but to also have discovered someone with a soul that was equally as beautiful. Enzo gave all of his love and time to you. He was always there, his strength and resilience gave you strength. He was so honoured and humbled to have been given such an important role in the film and the sincerity in which he handled his part was inspiring to you. He never got angry when you would call him in the middle of the night due to the time differences or when he had come home to see that you had used his entire bottle of his most expensive cologne. You had missed him a lot while he was away filming so decided one night to spray a little of it on to the pillow next to you, then a little onto your wrist; just to make it seem like he was there with you, however next thing you knew you'd unintentionally sprayed the entire bottle around the house and it was now empty. Enzo found it to be a most romantic gesture and when he left again to complete filming took a pot of your lip balm to apply each night so it could feel like you'd just kissed him. You heard the shower turn on and got up from the bed again to decide what to wear for today. It was a simple errand day so you grabbed a pair of Adidas joggers and a black long sleeved top.

"Wow, you look so beautiful." He said staring at you.

"What? These?" You laughed. "It's a step up from pajamas."

"You look perfect, I love it so much I will also wear mine." He said as he began looking in the wardrobe.

"Maybe one day you could surprise everyone and wear Nike." You laughed. You admired him once again as he got dressed and then you both finished your coffees. Ofcourse Enzo insisted on driving and you sat in the passenger seat and played DJ. Enzo was a cautious driver, especially whilst you were in the car. He could never understand men who drove dangerously to try and impress their partners. How could he risk your life? He couldn't live with himself if anything happened to you, especially if he was the cause of it. You thought is was sweet how he was always so gentle and careful with you. He parked up outside the supermarket.

"I can get my door." You said quickly, opening it as soon as he turned off the ignition. A few times Enzo had managed to run around to open your car door whilst you rummaged around for your handbag or wallet. He was always the gentleman.

"You know I love opening it for you." He said sweetly as he linked his hand with yours. "I'll push the cart."

"I wasn't even going to try." You laughed. Enzo had to push the trolley. He just had to, it wasn't an option for you ever. It made him feel helpful and supportive. You took the list out of your pocket as you walked in with him and began looking down the aisles.

"We have to get these crisps, you'll love them." You said, standing on your tip toes.

"I got it baby." Enzo said, barely having to extend his arm to grab the pack. There were times when his height came in handy and this was certainly one of them. One time the two of you had a fight that had started off as a result of something so small and petty and then seemingly didn't stop and just kept getting worse and worse. It was the first night the two of you went to bed without apologies or saying how much you loved one another. The next day you didn't say a word to him, you'd returned from work and Enzo had moved all of your favourite snacks and drinks to the top shelves so you had no choice but to talk to him.

"And can you get those ones as well, my love. That flavour looks good too." You said pointing to the packet next to it.

"Anything for you." He said, grabbing everything you asked for. You carried on walking through the supermarket getting everything you needed to make pizza later.

"I'll get this." You said, putting your card on the card reader first.

"No, no!" Enzo insisted. "Baby, we talked about this".

"I'll pay." You said "It's fine honey". Enzo muttered in Spanish about how he should be the one paying. The two of you walked back to the car and together loaded the shopping into the back of the car and drove back.

"Are you going to let me carry any of the shopping?" You asked.

"Not a chance." Enzo laughed and leaned over to kiss you. You kissed him back and gently tugged on the back of his hair to be able to kiss down his beautifully structured jawline.

"I love you so much." You said, between kisses.

"I love you so much more." He said. He kissed the tip of your nose and rested his forehead against yours. His soft eyelashes gently brushing your skin. "I got the shopping, don't worry." You got out of the car and opened the door for him. Enzo grabbed all the bags and followed you in.

"Baby, one day all the bags are going to break and I don't know what you will do." You said as you began putting everything away. "Leave the pizza ingredients out, my love."

"Anything for you, I will cut mine in to a heart shape." He said, doing as you asked him. You smiled at him.

"I might try and do a star or something, I don't know." You said. "Maybe the shape of a coffee bean."

"You know me so well." He said smiling as the last of the shopping was put away. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was turning a beautiful pink colour. You went out onto the balcony and looked out. The view was beautiful, just like your life now. You heard the doors slide open and Enzo stepped outside. You continued to look out as you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. He kissed your neck gingerly taking in the smell of your perfume and moisturiser. The two of you fitting together perfectly, the final missing piece of the jigsaw to your life.

#lsdln #the society of the snow #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic #imagine

[dreamswithghosts]

Bad Batch x One Bed Trope

Prompt: You and the Bad Batch were on a mission and things went differently than planned. You and [Insert Desired Clone] got separated from the rest of the batch. You were told that they had escaped off-world and would return in one rotation to come and get you two. So you two find a motel to camp up in. Tired from the mission you accept the first room that was available and the cheapest. You two go to the room only to discover that there is only one bed. How will this pan out with the two of you have been pining for each other but not realizing it?

Notes: This is Gender Neutral friendly!

Hunter

Both of you just stand by the door shocked for a moment, taking in the room. 

"I can sleep on the floor if you want." Hunter offered first, throwing his bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

You instantly shake your head not wanting the higher-ranking sergeant to be sleeping on the floor, "No, I can't let you do that. I can sleep on the floor." 

"Don't worry about me, I've slept in worse places." Hunter was not budging. 

You had to come up with a compromise realizing he was going to be stubborn about this. You quickly realize that no matter what, you will be sleeping on the bed. 

But what if it wasn't just you in the bed? 

"Well, the bed is quite big. What if we both sleep in the bed?"��

Hunter looks genuinely surprised, but reluctantly agrees that was probably the best solution. 

Both of you get ready to go to sleep crawling into bed and keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

When the lights go out, your anxieties from today's mission start to grow in your mind. 

It doesn't take Hunter long to realize you are nowhere near falling to falling asleep.

"What's wrong?" His voice is quiet as if he had found you after one of your nightmares and the two of you were trying to keep quiet to not wake the others. 

"Do you think the others are okay?" 

"They should be fine."

The two of you talk quietly to each other about the mission and what is to come next. Quietly talking into the late hours of the night about anything and everything. 

His voice slowly calms your nerves and you start finding yourself relaxing. 

After a moment, Hunter spoke softly again, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

Hunter reached out into the darkness for you without any more words and quietly pulled you closer to him. 

You were surprised at first, but you trust him enough to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his body. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since we first met you.” He buried his nose into the nape of your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso as your legs tangled with his. 

You smile into the night, finding his hands and entwining his fingers with yours. You pressed yourself back up against him, “Me too.”

You were quick to fall asleep in his arms, Hunter falling asleep just as fast, holding onto you. 

Wrecker

"Oh, this could be fun!"

You are stunned by Wrecker's excitement that there is only one bed in this room, "What?"

"This can be like one of those sleepovers you told me about! We could stay up late and eat snacks and watch movies!"

He somehow made you laugh and feel a bit better about the whole experience. He was moving around the room excitedly putting all the gear away. 

"I'll go get some snacks! You stay here and start picking out a movie." 

"Be careful, please. They might still be out looking for us." You voiced your concern, considering you two just got finished with a mission. 

He just gave you a dazzling smile, telling you he would be fine. 

You got ready for bed, staying to one side respectfully looking through the movies to watch. 

Wrecker returned quickly, his arms full of all kinds of different foods.

He practically jumped on the bed, the frame groaning from his weight making you laugh. 

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him as he settled himself in the bed, laying out all of the snacks he managed to get. 

"Something fun." 

You nodded, eventually picking out a movie for the two of you to watch and grabbing from Wrecker's food pile to snack on your own.

Not long into the movie, you felt Wrecker's strong hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap. 

You weren't surprised at the physical affection, Wrecker being the one to show that type of affection the most. 

You relaxed into his lap, your head resting back on his shoulder. 

His warmth quickly pulled you to sleep, with Wrecker turning the movie off and wrapping his arms around you, and falling asleep with you.

Tech

You were stunned when you saw only one bed in the room. 

Tech took a moment looking between the bed and his holo pad. 

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” He stated, moving to put down everything the two of you had. 

“Do you think one of us should sleep on the floor?”

Tech paused what he was doing looking at the bed, “I don’t think that is necessary. The bed is plenty big for the both of us to have our own respective space.” 

You were honestly surprised he was so calm about the entire thing, watching him go back to putting away and organizing your and his things. 

"You don't have a problem with sleeping in the same bed with me?" 

"Why would I?" 

You had no more words for him and decided that this was okay. So you got ready for bed, settling yourself in with your own holo pad. 

Tech joined you not long, the both of you staying in silence with your own devices.

"Hey look at this," Tech said after a moment, leaning over to show you what was on his device. 

You found yourself smiling and scooting closer to Tech in the bed, "That actually reminds me of something." 

You show him something on your holo pad and before you know it the two of you are quietly sharing information with each other. 

Throughout the conversation of showing each other things from your devices, you realized the two of you got close enough in bed where his shoulder was pressed up to yours. 

Deciding to make a small leap of faith, you laid your head on his shoulder. Tech was unphased, still currently showing you what had interested him on his holo pad.

You don't know when, but you fell asleep like this, with your head on his shoulder. 

You woke up hours later to discover that Tech had fallen asleep as well. His arms wrapped around you with his cheek resting on top of your head. 

His holo pad was squished between the two of you. 

You smile feeling completely warm and comfortable, minus the hard device digging into your skin.

You carefully pull it out from between the two of you, laying his holo pad on the bed next to your own. 

You happily cuddled up closer to Tech, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek against his chest.

Echo

Both of you pause for a moment, staring at the room with only one bed. 

"I guess we can both sleep in it or would you rather I sleep on the floor?" Echo spoke after a while, "I don't mind. I've slept in worse places." 

You shook your head instantly saying no to Echo sleeping on the floor. He had already been through so much, the idea of him sleeping on the cold hard floor did not sit well with you. 

"We can sleep together. The bed is big enough." You offered. 

"Are you sure?" Your comfort was obviously the main concern for you. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." You assured him.

The two of you settle into the bed, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

Echo ends up finding the holo drama the two of you have been watching when you got some downtime. The two of you decide to watch at least one episode. 

“Oh come on. This is a classic trope. Watch, because she’s now in the hospital, he is suddenly going to tell her his feelings about her.”

“Actually I think he’s going to try to tell her, but then feel guilty because she’s hurt. So he decides against telling her. Especially if there are family members in the room.” 

You ended up being right, the both of you softly laughing over the whole thing. 

You started to feel cold, wrapping the blanket around you and starting to shiver, and Echo noticed.

“Are you cold?” He sounds concerned. You shake your head no, but then your body betrays you and starts to shiver. 

Echo reaches over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and pulling you to him. His legs are surprisingly warm, the machinery of his legs under covers staying warm compared to when you’ve felt them out on a mission and they were cold. 

“You’re like a heater.” You muttered instantly curling up against him seeking out his warmth.

“Yeah. It surprised me too. My guess is when I’m covered, the airflow seems to get circulated less thus heat. Almost like if you leave a computer on while running a program that's intensive on the CPU.”

“I guess that makes sense. Have you ever overheated?”

Echo shook his head no. 

The two of you focused back on the holo drama you were watching. Once the first episode was over, Echo asked if you wanted to watch another. 

You fell asleep curled up against Echo’s side with your head on his shoulder watching the second episode. Echo was quick to follow suit with his arms wrapped around you.

Crosshair

“Well I guess you are going to be sleeping on the floor,” Crosshair teased the second he saw that there was only one bed in the room. 

“What? No! You are the one who’s going to sleep on the floor.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed!”

“Well, I guess we will have to sleep together then,” Crosshair smirked, putting his things away first and then moving to help you, by just taking your things. 

“Fine.” You huffed already tired from the mission today. You would rather have fewer arguments, “Just don’t get handsy with me. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Been around more than you have.” 

“Oh, and that makes you a better person?”

Crosshair just snorts in response. He starts getting ready for bed and you decide to follow his lead. 

The two of you get into the bed, keeping a fair distance between each other. 

“Well, goodnight then.” you sigh and turn off the lights, settling yourself in under the covers. You just hear a small grunt from Crosshair.

It takes you a little to fall asleep, but you eventually do. It was a lot faster than normal considering the fact you had another person in the bed with you. 

In the middle of the night, you wake up feeling a lot warmer. Actually, you feel really warm. 

Throughout the night, Crosshair had inched his way over to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your torso. He held onto you like you were a lifeline in his sleep. 

You found yourself smiling and slowly wrapping your arms around him as well, feeling very comfortable with him here like this with you. You quickly fall back asleep, hugging him to your chest.

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

christmas cookies

it's christmas now in my timezone. so happy holidays from unit 4402, and a lovely winter ahead. please stay warm comfy and loved wherever you are. this was inspired by a george strait song of the same name sans vox. he is one of the few country artists i trust. please be kind to him and enjoy my guilty pleasure corny christmas music fave

(btw i've always wanted vox to do a karaoke and sing at least one george strait song i just know he'd eat it up. tbh christmas cookies is the song i associate with vox the most even more than new cydonia. you have to understand how important the imagery of vox singing this song is to me i can't describe it in words nor fanfic)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, food descriptions

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A comfy night in while the air turns icy outside. Your home runs warm, especially as you pass by the oven, and when you lean over Vox's wing-and-shoulder to watch him mix some icing together.

"Pass me the powdered sugar, Reader?"

"Sure thing."

"Thank you, baby."

Before you can utter any sweet nothings back to him the oven interrupts you as the timer goes off. You slip on one of Vox's mitts (a ruby red with a paw-print pattern and a scorch mark on the side, what were you expecting) and open the oven door.

The sweet smell of freshly baked cookies pours out from the oven, and as you set them on the cooling rack the scent grows only more enticing. Vox insisted on making cookies from scratch this year rather than from a box, and you have to admit, you don't even need to sneak a bite to admit he was right. The scent and golden-brown color is already miles ahead of the batches you made alone in the past.

The heat spreads behind you, trademark Vox and his demonic blood. Your suspicions are confirmed once he peers over your shoulder just as you did, and swipes an oven-hot cookie from the rack.

"What the—Vox!" You lightly slap his hand. "Those are hot!"

"I was born in Hell," he says, mouth full of cookie. He swallows. "Mmm, tasty."

"They aren't even frosted yet!"

"It's a good goddamn cookie, Reader, what do you want me to do, say they taste like charcoal?"

"No, Vox, I want you to be patient and wait for them to cool and decorate them like a normal person before eating them! We're going to have a full bowl of icing and no cookies to ice if you keep taking them like that!"

He pops another cookie into his mouth much to your playful dismay. "What kind of normal person doesn't eat a cookie straight out of the oven?" Then he takes another, places it on a napkin, and sets it on the counter in front of you. "Would having a cookie yourself make you feel better?"

"Normal people that don't have heat resistance like you." You stare down at the cookie. It has a soft crack through the side from cooling improperly, so of course it would be perfect for a taste test. "But... thanks."

Vox brightens. "Eat up. Er, in ten to fifteen minutes when cooled."

You nod, and watch as Vox shovels cookie dough onto a new pan. You snuck a tiny Santa hat onto one of his horns earlier this evening, and even now the pompom at the end sways as he moves the next batch into the oven.

The oven settings chirp, chirp, chirp until the temperature and timer is set.

"Should be fine to eat your cookie once those are out of the oven," he says. Baking your holiday sweets was an equal effort, but his lips are curved upwards and his wings raise in quiet pride. "I can tell you what it tastes like if you're too impatient to wait."

He's right. You're impatient. So you take Vox's hand to lower him just enough for your mouth to meet his.

You return back down from your tiptoes a second later, sugar on your tongue and sweetness all the way through. "Damn, we did great."

He scoffs but his wings let out a happy little flap. "If you wanted me to kiss you, you could've just asked."

"Well, we have—"your eyes flit to the timer—"Ten minutes until the next batch is done." You squeeze his hand. "Gotta spend the time somehow."

The corners of Vox's lips curve a little higher. He sweeps you up only to seat you on the clean side of the counter, just so you can see that eager, dorky little grin at eye-level, wings around you and arms on either side. "'Tis the season for giving, mm?"

"Cheeky bastard." You close your eyes as if you were irritated, but you're the one that leans in first, and the taste of the cookies spreads through your mouth as the minutes go by.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

#vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #4402 writes #vox akuma fluff #vox akuma headcanons #vox akuma imagines #someone send me an ask i need to rant abt how fucked up it is that my V0x Akum4 brain receptors are the exact same as my George Strait ones

[writing-positivelyexisting]

Warm Bodies

The Bad Batch. Bad Batch/Reader. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

For the 50 followers celebration, I give you this fluffy Bad Batch/Reader! Thank you guys! <3

Sent on a mission to the frozen planet, Kijimi, the crunch of snow was becoming a white noise to you. You trekked behind Echo, desperately pulling your arms across your middle and into your body, trying to contain as much body heat as possible. You weren’t built for this. You grew up on Tatooine. Snow was not your element.

You looked over at your comrades in their winter armor. Not a single shiver or a drippy sniffle. It boggled you completely. How in the galaxy did they stay warm? Genetics? Maybe it was part of their enhancements. Whatever was keeping these men warm would stay a mystery, and it made you envious.

A gust of particularly strong force blew past the group and you felt every fiber in your body jitter. Your body was wracked with a violent shiver to the point where it made you stop moving.

Crosshair, who was walking behind everyone, stopped to look at you. He heard your chattering teeth and had to keep his chuckle in the back of his throat.

“Cold?”

If you weren’t so frozen in place you would have hit him. “No. I was just about to strip, it’s so hot.”

“Be my guest,” he teased, his cruel and taunting smile hidden behind his helmet.

“For the love of – Hunter! Can we please set up camp?”

The leader, farther than the rest of you, stopped and looked back. Seeing you a miserable cold mess brought out a pitiful sigh from him. He comm’d back, “The first sign of shelter we will. Need an extra coat?”

You groaned, but nodded to his offer. You trudged up to Hunter as fast as your icicle-legs would allow and took the heavy parka Hunter packed.

“Thanks,” you huffed, shoving your arms through in greed. Zipping up the jacket, you felt a little difference. It would have to do for now.

Hunter gave you a look over, wanting to be sure you were alright to continue. He could hear the increased rhythm of your heart and felt his own pang in helplessness. Offering you the jacket was the best he could do for you now.

He looked over at Tech beside him and tilted his head, “Can you scan for shelter?”

“Certainly,” Tech tucked his data pad away then looked up, holding onto his goggles as he searched the horizon. “There appears to be an abandoned Kessel mining shaft three klicks north.”

You felt some relief knowing it wouldn’t be too long. “Thank the stars. Let’s get going.”

The trek took almost an hour, but when you finally made it inside the mine, you were quick to plop onto your butt. You took your pack off and looked at the men who were starting to unpack. Bringing your tired body to move, you took out your sleeping bag and unfurled it.

What you saw next you really had no words. There was a hole. Big enough for a really fat Tooka cat to crawl through. Perks of being government property. You shivered and felt like crying. This mission was going great.

Hunter came by with Echo and they both saw your sleeping bag. “Oh, cyare.” Echo came to you and you huffed, trying to keep a brave face.

“I’ll figure something out.”

You stood up and went to help Wrecker with building the fire. He welcomed your presence, bringing you into a comfy side hug. You felt the heat he provided and if you could purr, you would. He let you go with a soft kiss to the top of your head before giving you the lighter.

He asked you how you were holding up on the mission, knowing full well your inability to handle such freezing temperatures. You frowned, kneeling to the fire kit and setting it ablaze.

“Not well. My sleeping bag has a hole in it. So, I’m royally screwed.”

Wrecker frowned at you, “You could always sleep with one of us.”

“I know, thank you.”

Wrecker was right. You had your boys and any one of them would be more than happy to give up their sleeping bag or have you cuddle into their side for the night. Sometimes it still blows you away to realize you’ve got five incredible men at your back, who care for you, who are there for you, who love you.

You smiled at the thought and a little bright idea came to you.

As the sun set on Kijimi, the winds gusted through the mine with ferocity and the temperature dropped to the negatives. While you ate the rations you packed, you couldn’t stop the death-biting shivers that wracked your body. It was becoming unbearable so you looked around the mine and found Wrecker sitting opposite of you, his back against the wall.

You moved, sitting next to him and snuggling into his side. The man grinned, moving his arm to bring you closer (as if it was possible). “Maker, you’re warm…” You looked up and saw the others happily smiling at you two. “It could be warmer, though,” you said wistfully, hoping the damsel-in-distress tone would work.

It did.

Hunter moved in to your other side, pecking your temple. You smiled and thanked him, letting the two men warm you up from either side of you. It was nice, but your little plan had yet to be finished.

“I think… I could be warmer, hmm.” You innocently put your pointer finger on your cheek like you were thinking about how to solve your problem. You glanced at Tech and Echo and winked.

Both of them rolled their eyes at your silly ploy, but gave in regardless. Echo laid on your right thigh while Tech laid on your left, each reaching up to place a kiss on your cheeks. With four out of five brothers, you looked at the sniper whose back was facing you. He had his firepuncher propped up next to him and was ready to take the first watch.

You weren’t satisfied with that.

“I still think it could be way warmer,” you spoke exaggeratingly loud and Crosshair moved to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyebrow raised when he saw your ‘come-here’ hands. Not daring to ignore your cute plea, the snarky sniper got up to take the last spot available: in between your legs.

“Could have just asked, darling,” he breathed against your lips before he kissed you.

It made you giggle and you happily wrapped your arms around him as he settled in on you. “Oh, I know. This was more fun, though.”

The men chuckled, filling you with warmth greater than any sun. As the night was breaching late hours, one by one each of you fell into a comfortable slumber. You were kept blissfully warm through the night and your tiny smile never left.

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[sunshinesdaydream]

For the first kiss prompts~

"their hearts stop as they hear someone's cmaera click (friend catching them in the act?)"

Wiiiith Rex 👀

What do you think?

Thanks for the ask! I started out with the idea of a "forbidden" love thing but that was more angst than I have in me today. So have this bit of (nearly 500 words) fluff and 501st shenanigans.

You had let the Torrent boys talk you into going out. So the first night of shore leave you are in a booth with Rex, who they also had talked into going to the club.  It had been fun earlier in the evening.  When everyone had been sticking to the table in shifts.  Occasionally one of them dragging you to the dance floor.

But now with just you and Rex, it felt awkward. Especially since the guys had made sure you were sitting next to each other as much as possible.  You were tired anyways and had some things you wanted to take care of the next day while you had access to them.

Leaning towards him you say over the music, “I’m going to go and get some sleep,”

“Would you like me to walk you back?” He asked.

A quiet walk with Rex? Not where your every move is being watched and it’s too loud to even talk? 

“I’d like that,” you answer. He nods, stands, and leads you to the door that he holds open for you.  He offers you his arm, which feels awkward only until your hand is tucked at his elbow and you are walking. 

“Thank you,” you say, once you are away from the thundering music of the club. 

“You’re welcome,” Rex answers you. “I was thinking of asking you if you wanted to leave anyways.  I think we were being watched.”

You nod, “I know we were being watched,” 

You turned onto a quieter walk way. Once you were about halfway down the walkway he stops and asks, “did you really want to go sleep, or would you go somewhere quieter with me?”

“Where did you have in mind?” You ask, even though you knew you would say yes regardless. 

“There is a late night cafe a few blocks from here,” Rex suggests.

“I’d love that,” you answer quickly.  And get the half smile you like so much in return. 

“First, may I kiss you,” he asks quietly. 

“Please,” you answer with a slight nod. 

As soon as his lips touch yours, just when you expected to be focused on nothing more than him you hear the distinct snap and see the flash from someone taking a holo on their com. 

Your heart stops and Rex freezes as well and pulls back slowly. But you can already hear a commotion coming from the direction the flash was from. A scrambling, someone saying incredulously “you didn’t turn the flash off? Run!”

You don’t have to look to know who it is. Neither does Rex. He’s looking at you half apologetic, half already detailing his revenge. 

You move closer to Rex, looking up at him. “They already got their holo. Do you want to try that again?” 

The smile returned and everything else disappeared the moment his arms were around you. 

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[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 22.

my head pounded as i dug through my bag, praying i had some sort of pain killer in that damn thing. unfortunately, i didn't have shit. i leaned against the counter and texted johnnie.

me: johnniee

me: Are you up?

johnnie: yeah babe what's up

me: Are you coming tonight?

johnnie: Of course

me: Would you mind bringing something for my headache? it's starting out to be a terrible night, lol

johnnie: yeah ill head that way soon :)

me: Thank youuu

i turned off my phone. the bell on the door rang, and i greeted the customer. "Welcome in. what can i get for you?" Hearing the same repetitive phrase angered me tonight, way more than any other night. i cleared my throat in an attempt to calm myself down.

"Can i get a latte, please?" the girl requested.

i hummed. i turned around towards the espresso machine. i packed it and slid the container into the slot. i pressed the on button, expecting it to work, but it didn't. "you've got to be fucking kidding me." i said under my breath, hoping the customer didn't hear. i turned back around. "im so sorry, the espresso machine is broken."

"Oh, no worries!" she gave me an awkward smile before looking up at the menu.  "Can i get a medium vanilla cream hot coffee?"

"yes ma'am, so sorry for the inconvenience." i picked up the coffee pot, which i had made a fresh batch not long before she had come in.

she finally received her drink. she paid and left, leaving me alone in the cafe once more. i poured myself a cup of cold water and chugged it, hoping it'd dull the pain.

i discovered that the espresso machine had just unplugged, but it was still a bitch to plug back in. i opened the cabinet and moved the extra bags of coffee beans. the plugs were in the very back of the cabinets. i was torso deep into the cabinets, trying to fish the cord out from behind the small opening in the back of it whenever johnnie walked out.

i heard a chuckle slip out of his lips. "You okay over there?"

"Yeah, just trying to plug something in." i mutter as i finally reconnect everything.

i stand up and turn to find johnnie holding a small bouquet of about 5 light pink and white tulips. i purse my lips and try to hold back tears.

"Awe, it's okay, y/n." he smiled softly, coming behind the counter to hug me. i held onto him tightly, feeling as if some of my problems had washed away. he rubbed my lower back and pulled a small container of painkillers out of his back pocket. "Here are those, if you wanna take them real quick."

he kept one arm wrapped around my waist as i did. "Thank you so much," i pecked his lips, "im so glad you're here."

he pulled up a chair behind the counter to sit with me, "What's been going on?"

"It's just that nothing seems to be working. It's just been a weird night. i have a massive headache, and my temper is super short tonight. of course, the thing was unplugged, so i had to fix that. but im only an hour into the shift, and i know the rest of the night is going to be shit." i rambled, dreading the following hours.

"Can i help around the store again? maybe that'll take some shit off of your shoulders." he offered. "What all do you have to do tonight?"

"Well, take orders, obviously. i need to sweep and mop out here and go do the last of the day shift dishes, then i need to wipe down all the counters and tables. we need to take down the valentines decorations, too." i listed off all of the main tasks that came to mind.

"Where's the broom?" he asked with zero hesitation.

"Since you really wanna help, the broom is in the closet right over there." i pointed to my right, "but really, you dont have to help."

"i wanna help, love." he replied before taking out the broom and beginning to sweep the floors.

the next hour worth of orders went smoothly. surprisingly, tonight was a busier night than usual. i decided to stop complaining, as i was getting more money, the more people that came in. johnnie then wiped off all the tables and counters, leaving them spotless.

"youre actually the best." i called from across the cafe. he smiled and gave me a thumbs up before returning to the last few tables.

"You ready to take the decorations down?" he asked, wiping his forehead after tossing the dirty rag in the dirty bin.

"Yeah, let's do it." i climbed up on his shoulders, figuring it'd be best to get the hard shit to take down out of the way first.

"There's a party me and jake were invited to this weekend. Do you wanna come with me? i think tara is going, too." johnnies thumb gently rubbed my thigh.

"Uh, obviously," i stuttered. i tossed the small stack of heart cutouts onto the floor before moving on to the next one. "Why wouldn't i want to go?"

he shrugged. "i dunno."

"My parents are coming to town soon. i told my mother about you, and she wants to meet you." i mentioned. i was anxious for his response. "Do you want to?"

"Uh, yeah? of course i fucking do." he giggled.

i sighed, "i just need to warn you, im not sure if she'll like you. she's very judgemental."

"Then I'll earn it. dont worry, y/n."

"You'll earn her liking you?" i raised my eyebrow even though he couldn't see.

"Yeah, I'll find a way." he patted my upper thigh.

after i picked the last heart off of the wall, i got off of his shoulders. he placed a soft kiss on my lips. i replied, "im sure you will."

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[thehandsresisthim]

“hands”

content: tech x reader, fluff, gn!reader, tech has gotten himself injured. you're a medic and he asks you to hold his hand for comfort or whatever. confessions ensure. please don't expect much i was barely awake when i wrote this, he's probably very ooc.

word count: ~800

A soft voice calls out to you. Immediately, you turn towards him.

"Yes, Tech?"

He sighs, as if hesitant to speak, and then asks "I-uh- as you already know, I mean, you are the bad batch's medic, I am currently in a state of mind that I am not quite used to, due to my injuries. And, I fully understand if you wish to keep me at the distance since we are mere acquaintances - but, would you be willing to engage in physical contact with me in hopes of, eh, calming my nerves? Of course, I would never wish to push you to actions you are not comfortable with, but all of brothers are not available right now and I trust you, deeply so, therefore I felt this was a request considered reasonable, although I hope that you understand that I-"

"Tech, dear. Please don't worry, offering you guys comfort is also a job of mine. Would you be okay with me holding your hand?"

He pushes his glasses up and smiles up at you, then winces in pain at the way the facial movement caused the wound on his cheek to move.

"I would like that quite a lot. Please do so."

You grab his hand and immediately, he clasps his fingers around yours. It's a tight grasp, and it feels like he's holding onto you with everything he's got - he probably is - but it doesn't feel uncomfortable, rather, it feels calming. You reciprocate the action and he seems to enjoy it.

After a short while of hand-holding, you take a closer look at Tech and deduct that he has not managed to relax completely - at least, for now. You sit down on the bed next to him.

Using your other hand, you start to softly trace lines on his arm. At first, Tech seems confused at your actions, but then accepts them. Gladly.

"This is quite pleasant" he states. You take this as permission to slowly push up the fabric of his sleeve, the material bunching at his elbow. Then, you continue softly with your tracing, but the direct skin-on-skin contact makes the action feel more comforting (at least you hope so).

"Can, can I tell you something? I don't know how to say this, but..."

"Of course, Tech. Please never hesitate to ask me for anything."

He breathes, in then out again, as if bracing himself for something. Then, the man inhales and speaks: "I am usually, as you probably already have deducted, quite uncomfortable with discussing my feelings, as I worry about being distracting or something similar, but my recent injuries have been a reminder of how, eh, dangerous and unpredictable my lifestyle can be, and the threat of death, whilst I am already used to it, has been driving me into a state of awareness and urgency, and I think I just need to, tell you, and stop rambling and - damn, this is, harder than I expected! Of course, when dealing with potent emotions and feelings like I am experiencing at this very moment, a lot of nervousness is to be expected, but I-"

Tech stops talking and gasps for air. "Apologies, but- I'm nervous."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. You had a hell of a day." you reply, give him your most assuring smile and squeeze his hand.

You have been listening to his little speech quite intently, not interrupting your "physical contact", as the male would put it, and were quite interested in the conclusion.

"Do you wish to continue speaking, Tech? But please, remember to breathe!"

He nods, then starts again.

"I understand if you feel uncomfortable with me feeling these things, I want you to know that I am not trying to impede onto you or anyone you might be with, and if you do not wish to interact with me any further, I truly understand, so please don't feel pressured-" Tech rambles on once more, but stops once you squeeze his arm.

"Breathe, Tech. Whatever you say, I'll understand. Please don't worry."

He closes his eyes and squeezes out a gentle "I think I really like you. Whenever I'm close to you, I feel so alive, so, free, you always calm me and you always make me feel like - like I am floating, like I am okay. You make me feel, happy. It's nice. I-I don't ever want to live in a galaxy without you."

He opens his eyes once more and stares at your face as if trying to read it to predict your answer.

"I feel the same way about you, Tech."

And then you squeeze his arm again.

"More than you could ever imagine."

thank you for reading ♥️

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[chopper-base]

Plan 99

Day 5 of @tbb-appreciation-week (which yes, I know im very late to)

Summary: Tech finds himself alive but in the empires hands. Extremely injured and alone, he can only hope his brothers managed to escape as he fights to escape with the help of a brother long lost.

Warnings: mentions of torture and death, hurt/comfort, Crosshair needs a kriffin vacation.

Prompts: Crosshair, Whump, Hiding face in neck, "I'll keep you safe"

Chpt1 | Chpt2

Chapter 2

Crosshair awoke to a sharp ache, a pained groan slipping past his lips. He took a shaky breath, a migraine quickly forming. It was no surprise when he realized he couldn’t move, restraints tightly bound over his wrists and ankles. He knew it was only a matter of time before Hemlock or one of his assistants noticed he had regained consciousness. It was a hellish routine. Every second the sniper was awake, he was being probed and prodded, a rat for them to use however they pleased.

“Crosshair?” A small voice whispered his name and Crosshair hoped to the Maker he was hallucinating. “Crosshair, it’s Omega. Can you hear me?”

Maker, kriff it all…

He forced his eyes open a crack, looking out of the corners of his eyes to see two very young and tear filled eyes staring back at him. The young girl's hair was longer than he had last seen it, hanging down just above her shoulders. Small bruises littered her face and neck, a hint of blood staining the collar of her shirt. Crosshair couldn't stop the seething anger that came over him as his eyes scanned over every scrape and bruise on her skin.

He opened his mouth to speak, wincing at the pain it caused but he forced himself to look his little sister in the eye, "...Who did this to you?"

She forced a small smile onto her face, reaching up and setting her hand gently on his bicep. "I'm okay, Crosshair."

If he wasn't strapped to this damn table, Crosshair he was sure he was gonna murder whoever the unfortunate soul was that stepped into this room next. The sniper was never one for physical contact but he wanted nothing more than to hold the terrified child next to him. He looked around, surveying the room, noticing the two were strangely alone. "Where's the rest of the batch?" He asked, hating how his own voice scratched out of his throat.

Omega's face fell, tears beginning to collect in the corners of her eyes. "Hunter and Wrecker escaped but…" Her voice broke, the tears rolling down her bruised cheeks. "Tech… he…" the choked sob that escaped her lips was enough for the sniper to realize what she meant.

He desperately searched her face for some sort of lie. Tech couldn't be dead. They had survived so much. He couldn't…

"Omega." He said as calmly as he could muster. "What happened to Tech?"

She couldn't look him in the eye, holding his arm like a lifeline. "We got- we got your message. Tech convinced Hunter to… to look for you. He- we were stuck on a rail car and was just hanging. We tried to pull him up! But he- he shot the connector and- I'm sorry!" She sobbed, her grip on his arm tightening.

Plan 99… Tech had sacrificed himself to save his brothers. Crosshair squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. He looked back at Omega, choked sobs racking her small frame.

"Omega." He said softly. "Do you know if anyone is outside this room?"

Omega finally met his gaze, shaking her head. "I don't think so. They locked the door and left me in here. Nala Se convinced them to let me see you."

Crosshair glanced down at his restrained body before looking back up at the girl. "You think you could get these restraints off?"

Omega scanned over his body before nodding, freeing his head first before moving down. Her face scrunched in concentration as she fiddled with the controls for the metal cuffs restraining his arms and legs. A small smile worked its way onto her face as the cuffs snapped open, freeing the sniper completely.

He lifted his arms slowly, rubbing his sore wrists before slowly sitting up. Omega put a supporting hand on his back as he swung his legs over the side of the table. He knew they didn't have much time but he took a precious second to pull the child into an embrace which she gladly accepted. He pulled away, lowering himself to the floor, grabbing the table to keep himself from falling as his legs shook under his weight. Omega held onto his hip, helping steady him, her eyes locked on his. He looked around the room again, looking for anything he could use as a makeshift weapon, his eyes landing on a shelf stocked with different tools. He recognized every one as Hemlock had used everyone on him at some point during his unfortunate stay in this hell hole. He slowly made his way over the shelf, grabbing the electrocution rod, flipping it on and watched the electricity dance along the end before switching it back off. He turned to Omega who was watching him intently. "The next person to walk through that door is going to have a very bad day." That got the small smile to return to her face.

The sound of the lock disengaging had the sniper quickly crossing the room, standing against the wall next to the door. The door hissed opened, and two TK troopers stepped in, their gaze fixed on Omega. The first one dropped with a grunt, the other barely able to turn to see the sniper before he too lay in a heap on the floor. Crosshair quickly picked up one of their blasters, turning the stun off before handing it to Omega and grabbing the other, doing the same. "Stay behind me and shoot when I tell you too." He instructed, peeking out of the room to see an empty hallway. Omega remained glued to him, peeking out from beside him with a death grip on the blaster in her hands. It was almost cute to see such a small child holding a blaster but he was reminded of that dreadful day when the batch first fled Kamino. When that same child expertly shot his firepuncher out of his hands. He knew she had no blaster training and yet she made that perfect shot. He knew there was something special about this kid, he just didn't quite know what it was yet.

He made his way down the hall, making sure Omega never left his side, listening closely for any footsteps or alarms but the hall remained silent. Too silent for the snipers taste.

Finally, those dreadful footsteps began to echo down that damned hallway, forcing Crosshair to pull Omega into the closest door. He had snaked his arm behind her back, lifting her up enough to press the child against his chest as he slammed the door controls. The door hissed shut, both clones holding their breath as they heard thundering footsteps echoing down the hall. They were alone in the room, the lights dimmed as far as they could go leaving the two in near darkness. The blaster was still gripped tightly in Omega's small hand, her other hand made its way around his neck. She made no move to get Crosshair to put her down, holding tightly to the sniper. The footsteps faded letting them both finally breathe. Omega turned slightly, her face burying into the side of his neck.

He could feel her begin to shake, her other arm wrapping around the other side of his neck. He lowered them both down, his knees landing on the cool metal floor. Her feet were still barely touching the ground as he held her tightly, unable to bring himself to let her go. "It's ok, ad'ika." He whispered into her ear. "I'll keep you safe. I promise."

She pulled back, her feet finally flat on the floor. Her gaze met his, tears brimming her brown eyes. A small smile decorated her face as she looked at her brother.

Crosshair forced himself to return the small gesture, trying to keep the child as calm as he could. He finally broke his gaze away, looking closer at the room they had taken refuge in. The room was basically empty. All that stood in there was a small control station and what looked to be three bacta tanks. Crosshair's breath caught in his throat as his gaze met the face of the man suspended in the first tank. Omega turned, searching for what the sniper had noticed and it was clear the moment she did.

"...Tech?"

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[lesbianhotch]

and im sure ive seen much hotter men, but i really cant remember when-(a crosshair drabble)

oh this man....had to write a little bar meet cute (meet bad? meet snarky?) for our favorite sniper. it's giving 'clone wars batch when it feels like theyre a pack of frat boys who crush cases of beer every weekend'

You’ve never been one to go for bad boys.

Your last boyfriend worked in record keeping for the Senate. Before that, a guy who spent his days doing data entry. 

So it surprises you when you’re inexplicably drawn to the man standing in front of you. 

His hair is white. No…silvery grey. Perfectly done in a way that costs hours in a salon chair and too many credits. It’s been cropped close to his head, the style that so many soldiers go with, but you can see some ends curling up on the nape of his neck. You wonder if it would all curl up if it were longer.

He’s tall, but not too tall, and lean. Strong shoulders, shoulders that carry and fire a weapon. On closer inspection, it’s obvious he’s a clone. Deep brown eyes, a strong handsome nose. Over one of those gorgeous eyes is a tattoo; thin lines in the form of a gun sight. 

You ask him his name.

“Crosshair.”

You can’t help the snort that you let out. 

“Isn’t that a little on the nose?” You pointedly look at the tattoo on his face, and he just shrugs. 

“That’s it, isn’t it? I’m always right to the point.”  He flicks the toothpick in his mouth across to the other side for good measure, and you spot a sharp canine gleaming in the bar lights. 

He is bad news. Sure, he’s a soldier fighting for the Republic, so he’s on the right side of things. But everything about him screams bad choices; the glint in his eye, the cock of his hip as he leans against the bar, choosing to lurk over you instead of sit. 

You feel like a moth to the flame, entranced in this man who sauntered over to you like he owned the place, bumping someone out of the way so he could talk to you. 

“Then Crosshair-“ you lean into his space, pleased when his lip ticks up ever so slightly. It’s not a smile, but a smirk. “-what’s the point you’re trying to make right now?”

He leans one elbow on the bar, doing nothing to hide the way he looks you up and down. 

“Point I want to make, is that we should get out of here.” He nods towards the door. Cocky.

“What, you aren’t gonna buy me a drink first?”

Crosshair hums thoughtfully, plucking his toothpick out of his mouth and flicking it onto the dirty bar floor. “In my opinion, that just delays the inevitable.”

The nerve of this man, saying things at you with that voice like some sort of slithering snake….it shouldn’t be so damn attractive.

You like his brashness, but you can’t show your hand.

You cross your arms over your chest, pouting. 

“And what’s the inevitable? That I’m going to sleep with you?”

He smirks, pleased that you finally hit the nail on the head. “Only if you want to.” You almost roll your eyes. Such a gentleman. 

You sigh, giving your shoulders a small shrug.

“If I’m honest, you look like bad news Crosshair.” 

He laughs at that. All it is is a huff of air that comes briskly from his mouth, but you can still tell he’s amused.

The distance between you two is short; you on your bar seat and him standing tall next to you, a forearms length away. It takes him half a step to be in your personal space, and only a slight swing of his arm to have it on the back of your chair. You have to crane your neck to keep eye contact, and when his eyes flick down to your lips, you move in the extra inch. 

Crosshair kisses you, and it is not short and it is not sweet. He hums against your mouth, and it only takes a small nip of his teeth for you to open up to him, to allow his breath to be shared with yours. He kisses well, and he kisses in a way that makes your hands feel fuzzy as they rest on your lap. He is warm and slick and his mouth tastes like the cheap beer at 79’s, and it all makes your heart pound.

When he pulls back and you go following him in search of more kisses, he gently puts a hand on your shoulder to keep you in place. Shit. He’s got you; hook, line, and sinker. 

You’re following him out of the bar not a moment later. You realise that he hasn’t even asked you your name. 

You can’t find it in yourself to care. 

#screaming crying throwing up!! i love crosshair!! #hes emotionally complex and i love him but i also like writing him being a little bit of an ass #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair

[tbnrpotato]

Our Own Choices

Chapter 13

When we reach back to the Anaxes base, I go to the medbay and get my hand fixed up. Medical droid replaces the shattered bone inside with metal and my hand's good as new. Echo's doing good as well. He's recovering from what damage he took on Skako Minor. 

So Echo has a plan about getting onto a Separatist Dreadnought and into Trench's comm vault so that he can feed Trench strategies that we already know and let the Republic retake Anaxes. I've been hanging out with the batch for a while, and I actually feel like I fit in with them. I don't get weird looks for being different.

Tech's fixing the ship while I show Hunter and Wrecker how I manage to fit 20 knives into my wrist compartment. Wrecker looks shocked, Hunter raises an eyebrow, looking slightly impressed. Then I see Tech trying to get a piece of metal loose from the engine, and I throw a knife at it, hitting the piece of metal with the hilt of the knife, and the metal piece falls to the ground, along with my knife. I head over to pick up my knife and receive a "That was unnecessary" from Tech. I smirk as I throw my knife up in the air and catch it.

Echo, Rex and General Skywalker come over just as Tech finishes the repairs.

"Tech, is everything ready?" Hunter asks.

"Yep Sarge, we are ready," Tech replies. "Still not sure how we are gonna land on that ship."

"Don't worry, Echo says he's got a plan," Rex says, putting a hand on Tech's shoulder.

"That makes me feel so much better," Tech replies, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"What do you mean by that?" Rex and I ask at the same time, slightly annoyed.

"To be blunt, his mind belonged to the Separatists until we unplugged him. We don't really know where his loyalties lie."

Good point.

"Yea. Well I know. Now get moving," Rex orders.

We walk up the ship, and I'm standing next to Crosshair and Hunter, Tech's piloting, and Wrecker's slightly restless.

"Please tell me we are blowing something up," he says, turning to face us.

"Sorry Wrecker, this is strictly stealth," General Skywalker replies.

I like that word.

Wrecker groans. "I hate that word."

Oh cmon Wrecker I thought we were getting along here

"Echo, you're up," General Skywalker says and Echo plugs his mechanical arm into the scomp link. "As soon as I plug in, I'll send a signal to the command ship."

"What type of signal are you gonna send?" Hunter asks. "Nothing that'll give us away, right?"

"As far as the droids are concerned, we're just gonna be another one of their shuttles coming in for a landing," Echo replies.

"And the regs think we take risks," Hunter says as he and Crosshair give a sideways glance at each other.

We fly for a short while, past some of the Separatist ships stationed above Anaxes.

"Sending the signal...now."

Echo I swear if you give us away I will fucking waterboard you and then carve your eyes out.

"Roger roger, Shuttle TC-159. You may approach and land." A battle droid's voice is heard over throughout the ship.

Wow looks like I don't get to torture Echo today. How sad.

Wait tf is my brain thinking rn stfu brain

Wrecker groans. "I'd still rather blow it up."

"I have a feeling you'll get your chance," Tech says.

Really hope he doesn't.

We fly past the fleet of Separatist ships and up to the Dreadnought, flying under it. The ship turns upside-down, much to my discomfort as I land head-first onto Rex's chest, and we're now on the underside of the Dreadnought.

As I stand up on the ceiling of the ship, rubbing my head, I ask, "Okay so how the fuck are we getting from the damn underside of this thing INTO it?"

The door at the bottom of the ship opens and so does the one in the Dreadnought. The ladder in the floor extends and we climb in.

I ready my pistol and knife, in case there are any clanker patrols nearby. Luckily for us, there aren't any.

I help Echo up and we walk through the corridors cautiously, with General Skywalker leading the front and Crosshair and I guarding our flank, walking backwards, on alert in case any clankers show up.

Echo, Tech , Rex and General Skywalker enter the comm vault, while Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair and I guard the door.

"So uh how's it usually like on missions without us regs?" I ask, not expecting much of a response from Crosshair. 

"Wild," Crosshair says as Hunter walks into the comm vault to check on Echo and the others. I raise an eyebrow at him, although he can't see it from under my helmet.

"Yeah, our last mission was with those Yalbec males, and they tried to eat us after I cut off the queen's stinger," Wrecker says.

"Why? They jealous that you get that Yalbec pussy and they don't?" I ask, smirking slightly.

Wrecker side-eyes Crosshair, and Crosshair replies, "Yea, I guess so."

I grin under my helmet, holding back a laugh, trying to stay focused.

Echo's taking a while, and some clankers have started to come through the corridor. Crosshair goes to take care of some of them and I follow him.

I take cover at the side of the entrance to the corridor, shooting at the B2 super battle droids with my pistol, throwing my knife at one of them and hitting it in the head. There's about 16 of them, and Crosshair gets more kills than me, which sucks.

Wrecker joins us slightly late, and by then we've almost taken out all of them. As I throw another knife at the last one, I wait to see if there are any more droids before running to go pick up my knives. 

Crosshair, Wrecker and I lead the way through the corridors, shooting droids the moment we see them, littering the corridors with bodies of broken battle droids.

Wrecker runs ahead, and when he turns the corner, some battle droids start firing at him, and he takes cover around the corner. Crosshair and I start shooting at the droids in front of us, Rex behind us doing the same, and Hunter and Tech are taking care of the remaining droids at the back.

Then, Wrecker goes to absolutely destroy the battle droids with his bare hands, and I kinda feel bad for them as I look left and right, scanning the area for more droids as I hear the terrified screams of the battle droids and the crashing of metal against the walls.

"It's all clear!" I hear him shout, and we move out from the corner, Rex half-carrying Echo.

No time to ask what happened to Echo, if Rex is carrying him, he shouldn't be dead.

Some more battle droids come from the back, and Tech alerts us to them. "More droids."

"Go. I'll buy you some time," Crosshair says, throwing up a deflector puck in his hands just to look badass, and proceeds to do an epic shot where he just throws it at the battle droid's chest before shooting it in the head, then waiting for the precise moment to fire another shot at the deflector puck which bounces off the ceiling and at all 3 battle droids' heads. 

I just stand there, frozen for a moment before walking off with the others.

"We'll meet you at the infiltration point," Rex tells Crosshair.

Wrecker groans. "He's gonna try and top me. You watch."

"And me," I say in an annoyed tone.

We start half-walking half-running through the corridors, and we reach the infiltration point.

Tech looks through his visor. "I'm picking up dozens of droids on my sensors, all heading this way."

"Hope you're not waiting on me," General Skywalker says as he runs to our position.

Wow I didn't even notice he was gone I think I literally forgot he existed.

"Now all we're missing is Crosshair," Hunter says.

Right on cue, Crosshair comes running through the corridors to our position, throwing deflector pucks literally everywhere, and stops in front of us, turning backwards and aiming his rifle, using his right shoulder to support it.

"You miss me?" 

No.

"How touching."

Then he aims at the deflector puck as the droids come marching through the hallway and he fires.

The blaster bolt deflects off the first puck and then to the second and then to like the next 30, hitting all the droids in the side, and Wrecker and I just stand there gaping at what just became the most badass shot I've ever seen.

"THAT STILL ONLY COUNTS AS ONE!" I protest.

"Relax Wrecker," Hunter says as he nudges Wrecker in the shoulder. "You'll top him next time."

No he won't.

And then Crosshair just comes up to us just to say "No he won't" to Wrecker's face and now I'm trying my best not to laugh again. I'm quite sure Crosshair has the biggest smirk ever under that helmet right now.

Wrecker groans.

We climb down the ladder to get back into the ship and fly off.

"I've got a present for you, Wrecker," General Skywalker hands Wrecker what looks like a detonator with a green button.

"Oh, seriously? I get to blow it up? The whole kriffing thing?" Wrecker sounds excited as he takes the detonator from General Skywalker's hand, and Crosshair and I watch.

"This..." Wrecker wipes a probably happy tear from his eye. "Is the happiest day of my life."

He presses the button and I can hear all the ships behind us going kaboom as we fly back down to Anaxes.

When we land on Anaxes, we get praised by General Windu, and General Kenobi says we've got some medals coming our way.

I take off my helmet.

"Thank you, General," Rex says as he starts to walk off.

As Echo starts to walk away, and batch and I stay behind.

"You coming?" Echo asks.

"Not really our thing," Tech replies.

"Accolades," Crosshair clarifies.

"Yea, we're just in it for the thrill," Wrecker says.

"You sure it's your thing?" Hunter asks, the question directed at both of us.

Echo looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"Your paths are different," Hunter says. "Just like ours." He motions towards the batch. Echo looks down. "If you ever feel like you don't fit in with them, well, find us."

I...don't fit in with the 501st. Or any of the other regs. And I think Rex knows that. Echo knows that. 99 did. And so did...

Don't say his name. Don't say his name.

As the batch turn around and walk up to their ship, I'm standing beside Echo as Rex walks up to us. "Those are some of the finest troopers I've ever fought alongside." He pats Echo on the shoulder. "Echo. You and I go way back. If that's where you feel your place is, then that's where you belong."

I glance at Rex. "Does that apply to me?"

Rex sighs. "Yes, ad'ika. It does." He turns around and walks away. 

He's...he's letting me...what-

I thought he would-

Nevermind. Don't worry about that right now.

Echo and I look at each other before walking slowly up to the batch, and I see Rex turning back to look at us. Echo salutes him, and then I do the same, with the batch following.

"Goodbye, ad'ika," he mouths to me.

"Goodbye, buir," I mouth back. He smiles, and so do I. 

And then Echo, the batch and I turn around and walk into their-well now it's our ship, and we fly off.

On the ship, I sit on the floor, making myself comfortable, spinning my knife, scanning the surroundings of our ship. When I finally see the toilet sign, I sigh in relief.

Thank god.

I go into the toilet to take a piss, until I realize that there's something very wrong.

"GUYS WHY IS THERE ONLY A DAMN URINAL IN HERE WHERE'S THE MOTHERFUCKING TOILET BOWL?!" 

#the bad batch #the bad batch crosshair #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch tech #the bad batch wrecker #the clone wars #captain rex #captain rex dad #goodbye rex :( #the clone wars season 7 #tcw s7 #tbb echo #the bad batch echo #female clone #female clone oc

[froggychair05]

Wrote this little thing for @enden-agolor :)

Jesse needed this to go well.

In all of his adventures, he’d never had to face a challenge quite like this. Taking down the Witherstorm? Terrifying, but he managed. Saving Sky City? Aiden didn’t stand a chance. Murderers, supercomputers, and battlefields of gladiators? Piece of cake.

Baking cookies, however…

Jesse had no clue where to even start. All of the ingredients were spread out in front of him and he held the recipe in one hand, the other resting on his hip as he studied Lukas’ neat handwriting. It seemed easy enough. He’d watched his boyfriend do it countless times (though he usually paid less attention to what Lukas was doing and more to whatever conversation they were having).

Lukas was busy at some book-signing event that day, so Jesse had to hurry. He knew that those kinds of things always stressed Lukas out—there were always people shouting questions at him and demanding his attention and it was all very overwhelming for the poor guy.

Jesse knew exactly how it felt, so he wanted to do something nice to surprise him. Besides, Lukas deserved it. He was always doing nice things for Jesse and he wanted to return the favor.

…If he could just figure out how, that is.

He sighed, carefully setting the recipe on the counter. He could do this.

Dewey wandered into the kitchen then, rubbing against Jesse’s legs.

“Hey, Dew,” he said, bending down to pet the ocelot. “Where have you been?”

Dewey just purred in response. Jesse smiled a little, standing up again. “Well, maybe you can help me.”

He pulled a chair out and watched as Dewey hopped onto it before turning back to the counter.

“I built a Formidi-Bomb. I can make some cookies.”

He rolled his sleeves up, measuring out the flour. Into the bowl it went, Dewey watching intently as Jesse began to go down the rest of the list.

“This isn’t so bad,” he said, smiling proudly at the bowl of ingredients. “See, Dew? Told you I could handle it.”

Dewey, by this point, had hopped onto the counter and was watching Jesse intently. His tail swished back and forth as he started batting at one of the eggs.

Jesse glanced at the ocelot. “Aw, is that next? Thanks, buddy, I— Dewey, no!”

Unfortunately, he was too late. The egg splattered onto the floor.

Jesse sighed. At least it hadn’t spawned a chicken—that would certainly be interesting to explain to Lukas.

“C’mon, Dewey, we don’t have a lot of time here.” He looked at the egg in dismay. “And it was going so well…”

Dewey at least seemed somewhat apologetic. He walked over and nuzzled his head against Jesse’s shoulder, purring. He was pretty cute…how could Jesse stay mad?

“Okay, okay, I forgive you.” He pet the top of Dewey’s soft head, smiling a little.

It wasn’t a total loss. They definitely had more eggs, and he could just step around the mess and clean it when he was done. The important part was getting the cookies finished before Lukas got back.

Jesse grabbed another egg, glancing back at Dewey, who was sniffing the pile of cocoa beans.

“No, Dewey, those aren’t for cats!” He rushed over, waving his hands at the ocelot until he backed away. Jesse felt something wet make a crunching sound under his foot.

Oh. Right. The egg. Wait, hadn’t he just been holding…?

He looked back at where Dewey had been standing. On the wall behind him was…another splatter of egg. It must have flown out of his hand when he was waving them at Dewey.

Jesse groaned in frustration. Fighting the Admin had been easier than this.

He peeled his sock off and draped it over the egg mess on the floor. It needed to be washed anyway. Cleaning the wall shouldn’t be too hard, either. As long as nothing else went wrong, Jesse was certain he could salvage this batch of cookies.

“Okay, Dew, I’m gonna need you to get off the counter,” Jesse sighed. “You can stay on the chair.”

Dewey only gave Jesse a look, not moving from where he was sitting next to the bowl.

“Dew. Please.”

Dewey did not listen. Dewey instead stuck his entire kitty face into the bowl of ingredients, sniffed, and sneezed. He lifted his head, blinking. His whole head was white.

“Dewey!” Jesse stared at the ocelot in disbelief. The situation would have been hilarious if it weren’t for the fact that Jesse would have to start all over now. Of course, he’d have to clean Dewey first, because he couldn’t just leave his boyfriend’s cat covered in flour.

Bathing Dewey was going to be a hell of its own, but it would probably be easier than baking cookies at this point.

Just then, Jesse heard the door open. His heart sank as he heard a tired but unmistakably familiar voice announcing his boyfriend’s presence.

“No,” Jesse whispered, staring at the mess. “He wasn’t supposed to be back yet…”

Dewey hopped off of the counter and ran toward the voice. No, no, no, this was all wrong!

“Dewey? What’s all over your fur?”

Jesse took a deep breath and walked out of the kitchen. “Hey, Lukas. You’re home early.”

“Yeah, thank goodness. I got through the line pretty fast today. Do you know what happened to Dewey?” He glanced over at Jesse. “…Where’s your other sock?”

Jesse sighed, reaching down and scooping Dewey up. “I was trying to make cookies. I wanted to do something nice for you since I knew you’d be stressed from today, but it didn’t really go well.”

“Aww, Jesse, you didn’t have to—“

Jesse shook his head. “I wanted to. You deserve it.”

“Well…thank you, then,” Lukas said, leaning down to kiss Jesse’s cheek. “I appreciate it.”

“But it turned into a disaster,” Jesse mumbled. “The kitchen’s a mess and Dewey needs a bath and the cookies are ruined because he sneezed into the bowl.”

Lukas laughed softly. “That explains a lot. But it’s okay, really. We can clean the kitchen and give Dewey his bath, and then we can make the cookies together. Does that sound good?”

Jesse shrugged. “They were supposed to be a surprise for you since I knew you’d be tired from today, though. If you’re making them, then it’s not really a surprise.”

“Well, I didn’t know you’d be making them, so I was surprised. And getting to spend the time baking with you is just as nice,” Lukas said, smiling. “It’ll be fun.”

Jesse couldn’t help but smile, too. “We’ll just have to keep Dewey away from it. He’s cute, but he’s a little menace.”

“Aww, he probably just wanted to help. Didn’t you, buddy?” Lukas pet the ocelot’s flour-covered head. “You’re definitely gonna need a bath, though.”

Dewey shook his head, a cloud of flour drifting off of him. Lukas laughed a bit and carefully took Dewey from Jesse’s arms.

“I can clean the kitchen while you give him his bath,” Jesse offered, dusting flour off of his shirt. He was realizing that he should have worn an apron.

Lukas nodded. “We’ll finish faster that way. Thank you.” He kissed the top of Jesse’s head. “You have flour on your nose.”

Jesse blushed, dusting his nose off as Lukas left with Dewey. He went to the kitchen to clean the splatters of egg.

Baking was hard. Maybe he should just stick to stopping world-ending catastrophes.

#minecraft story mode #mcsm jesse #mcsm lukas #look! it’s not the sdv au this time! #it was so fun writing Dewey’s antics he’s so silly :) #I like the silly cubes in case you couldn’t tell #my writing

[taro-666]

Posting for my second giftee in the @pedrostories 2023 gift exchange! :-D

Merry Christmas!

My giftee: @5oh5 ! | I hope you can forgive me for being extremely late with this one, from battling a nasty infection in my lungs to forgetting my iPad at home while traveling…. I present to you the first part ( out of 3) of Retrograde!

I really hope you enjoy the start of this mini series, it originally was going to be in one part but then I thought up a little more and liked this idea for you after reading some of your works, in which 🥹🥹🥹 you are so very talented! So again, please enjoy, and happy holidays my friend🎄🎄🎄💗

Din Djarin x fem reader!

Word count: 1.2k

Rating: nothing explicit in this chapter but pls minors do not interact!

Retrograde

Part 1 of 3

Din was soaking wet. It wasn’t quite raining, but the air was heavy with mist so thick that it dripped from the worn leather that covered his fingers. Din turned his helmet to face you as he fastened a bolt into its place. For the past few hours, the two of you had been working side by side, tinkering with wires, adjusting settings, and troubleshooting on the Razor Crest. And now, as the sun began to set and the last bolts were tightened, you both stepped back to admire your handiwork.

“Took all day, but it looks like we managed to fix everything!” You said with a smile, wiping the beaded water off your goggles.

Din admired your ability to stay positive despite the setback of needing to have an emergency stop on an unfamiliar planet "Thanks for your help. I don’t know what I’d do without you." He replied.

Your heart swelled at his words and you smiled back at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having found a solution to the tricky wiring inside the panel. "No problem," you replied. "I'm just glad we could get it done before nightfall."

Din nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we don't want to be stuck in this forest any longer than we have to be." He gestured towards the dense trees surrounding them.

Grogu cooed from the inside of his pram, “I think he agrees.” You giggled, bending down to pack up your tools.

He watched as you carefully stowed away your tools, your hands moving deftly as you secured everything in its proper place. He tried to ignore these feelings, telling himself that he needs to focus on the task at hand and that he couldn't afford any distractions. As you made your way back to the entrance of the ship, Din couldn't help but notice how you moved.

Graceful and with a confidence that belied your stature. He wondered what it would be like to hold you in his arms, to feel your body pressed up against his. Fingers intertwined and your breath against his neck.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. This was not the time or the place for such fantasies. They had a job to do, and he couldn't let his emotions get in the way. But as you worked side by side, his desire grew stronger with each passing day.

You lifted Grogu into your arms and made your way up the ramp, his pram following closely behind you. The child flashed a contagious toothy grin and you gently massaged his ear.

“Ohhh” you cooed “Someone is excited to get moving again!” Grogu squealed, his big glossy eyes locked onto yours.

Din watched the interaction between the two of you endearingly. You were so good with the kid. He remembered the day you met him, almost instantly Grogu had taken a liking to you; and without the presence of food at that. He made his way up the cockpit to set course to the next planet: Nevarro, to turn in this round of bounties.

As the ship took off, you watched the forest planet disappear beneath you. You take a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs, and feel a sense of relief. Another successful batch. The bounties were becoming more and more dangerous so you were glad Din had made it through almost completely unscathed. Hopefully it stayed this way.

Din doesn't say much as you travel; which may not be saying much since he is usually quiet but, this time you catch him looking at you a few times, and you can’t help but wonder what he's thinking.

As you approach the dry ashen world, Din turns in the automatic landing controls and finally breaks his silence. "We'll be landing soon," he says, his sudden voice making you jump slightly.

“Just in time, I made a list of things we should restock while we can.” You tapped a few buttons on your datapad to display the make-shift inventory list you decided to create. “That’s- not necessary.” He replied promptly.

Your fingers froze and your head turned towards him slowly, your brows furrowing together as you shot him a confused look. You opened your mouth to try and explain but were cut off, “You’re staying in the cockpit until they finish unloading the bounties.” He spoke with his back facing you, “You don’t have to worry about the kid.” He added. His fingers tapped a series of buttons on his vambrace. He made his way out of the cockpit, Grogus pram following him closely.

You sat there in disbelief for a few minutes, it wasn’t until the ship started its bumpy landing sequence that you snapped back from your daze, bracing yourself on the arm rests. What the fuck? you thought to yourself. Your hands trembled slightly as your fingers gripped around the data pad. You didn’t know what to think or feel, just half a day ago he was talkative and then spent the last few hours stealing glances at you, but he was being so cold now of all times? You sighed loudly and crossed your arms over your chest, allowing yourself to sink into the seat.

Even after the carbonite slabs were unloaded you stayed inside the cockpit, anxiously awaiting the mandalorians return. You tried your best to keep it off your mind, but before you knew it, your brain had conjured up some ridiculously complex reasons as to why his attitude could have shifted so much.

You sat there for a few hours until he returned, only getting up to stretch out your legs momentarily. By that time your emotions had calmed a substantial amount, it wasn’t anger that lingered but rather a slight sadness and fear that he might dismiss you from your position. You jumped at the sound of the ramp descending, you looked around almost as if you wanted to crawl up into the flight control panel and hide. But you couldn’t. So you did the next best thing which was to stay put. You listened carefully to Din shifting things about in the hull, you smiled to yourself hearing Din speak to Grogu.

After a moment Din finally came back up into the cockpit, you purposefully stared straight, not paying him any mind. He easily could tell you were still pissed, rightfully so. He immediately started the take off sequence, he carefully punched in some coordinates before sitting down. He was looking at you for some time before deciding to drop it. You felt embarrassed for how you were acting, you always thought yourself to be reasonable and level headed . But this whole ‘feelings’ thing has thrown you completely out of whack.

Neither of you wanted to address the current tension that had formed. It was a lot of whiplash; suddenly realizing your new feelings for him, and then him treating you so coldly. It all happened so quickly. It was as if one day you woke up and saw him in an entirely different light, no longer was he just the man you worked for. Now you had hoped it could evolve into something more. But for that to happen one of you needed to break the silence, and out of pettiness you also decided that it was not going to be you.

#pedrostoriesgift23 #din djarin x reader

[thealphabard]

Alright kiddos, Daddy Jace is going to sit you all down for a long post. With twitter (and probably tumblr?) implementing genai i decided to take it upon myself to test both Nightshade and Glaze so you don't have to. Or to maybe clear some stuff up regarding both programs bc i myself was not able to find info on the quality in relation to stylized art! I'm risking my own butt for this lol

lets start with Glaze since that's just what i opened first. for clarity sake, this is what I'm chucking into it. i decided to go with 3 levels of images, starting with a basic no background fairly simplistic piece, a more detailed subject, and a full background piece from a long abandoned wip in favor of redoing it in a sense.

now there are 3 main settings I've noticed for glaze, its a default medium and high setting (there's render times too, but for this test I'm staying on the default render time which is medium and takes about 2 minutes per image)

For the most part it hasn't crazily distorted my images but you can still see some discoloration in the art. not a big deal for me personally, as you can still make out what's going on just fine. it gets pretty rough in some of the background on the big image, but thats probably the worst of it for this setting. next we will do medium!

haha ooookay just for your knowledge, I'm writing this in real time. OKAY yeah so, medium is where you will see the diminishing return it seems, while it probably really fucks with ai, unfortunately at this point my images look pretty distorted especially in backgrounds and high detail areas. but i will do high just in case anyway

Yeah so this is where the full distortion happens in all 3. again, you can still see the subject and key details, but its a bit unsavory isn't it?

now i want to make something clear. the program itself will give you feedback if the protection is enough, and for all of these tests it was fine so unless you aren't too worried about how the pictures look on social media (ie, if you share a full version in patreon/send the raw com to the owner) you can most likely choose default without any issues.

we are moving onto nightshade! in nightshade it has roughly the same UI, with the option to select a poison tag. we will come back to this later ass you can only use it on 1 image at a time. its settings are low, default, and high with similar rendering times and i will be using the same images to test them out :D starting with the low setting!

Now, i don't know if its just because I'm fresh out of the high settings from glaze, but i personally prefer this setting on my artwork. it doesn't have as much of the "oilspill" look that glaze has and is harder to notice the distortion at a glance. onto the default setting though!

Once again, prefer this over the medium for my style in particular. a lot less muddling and color distortion . obviously still there, but not effecting the details as much. High next!

This is definitely the too much gene lol however i would compare it to the medium of the glaze. Though, and this is important, please choose based off what you feel fits your needs. for me, nightshade is what i will use but it wont be the same for everyone. i just hope this gives a good comprehension on what each program does! now, to explain the tagging. in batches it will automatically tag, but it seems this is just to make an invisible coded footprint if you will in everything you do. you can overwrite them in your results, or if you do image by image (ie, if you make a new image, and put it through nightshade) you can tag it there. i will personally just be using my username as my tag going forward. and to show how that looks on an image with standard settings just to show that's its not effecting your image any extra on a visual front.

and that concludes Jace's decent into madness.

the biggest stipulation, is these are both windows/macos based applications for now

HOWEVER while I am able (given I'm not swarmed) i am more than happy to help those who would like to protect themselves and do not have the means to and i encourage others to do the same if they are comfortable. please reach out. FUCK AI ART

#digital art #fuck ai art #glaze #nightshade #protect your art #ai is theft #jace noises #this took forever #this was just a couple hours of messing around btw #if people need help using the application based on what ive learned #ill do what i can! #also if that tag info is incorrect please inform me #that is just what ive gathered from messing with it

[once-upon-a-pirate-ship]

Emma Swan versus Packing Tape

read my new (short) college au on AO3 here!

or, read it below the cut.

summary: As Emma and the gang near the end of their senior year, her roommate Ruby pushes her towards one last setup (you know exactly who it is)

rated T for language only

1.5k words

you can find my other works on AO3 here.

to people who want to be on my tag list: I'm so sorry but I don't yet have the energy to rejoin the discord and make that list and tack it on here...please forgive me and I'll work on that for next time

Packing tape was quickly becoming Emma’s nemesis. No matter how many angles she tried, she couldn’t get the stupid metal teeth to slice the tape correctly, and every attempt was met with the irritated screech of the roll. 

A groan escaped her lips as she was once again forced to surrender to the scissors, and after flattening the piece against the cardboard, she dropped the tape gun onto the floor. It made a dull thud when it landed on the shitty carpet she still had to clean. 

“Geez, what’d that tape ever do to you?” Ruby asked.

Emma flinched at the unexpected noise, turning to find her roommate staring at her teasingly, her arms folded over her chest and her eyebrows raised. 

“I thought you were at Belle’s,” Emma said as she returned her attention to the now closed box, moving it onto the stack to her right. 

“I’m happy to see you, too.”

Emma rolled her eyes, suppressing a sigh and instead bending to pick up the stupid tape gun. “I’ve just got a lot left to do,” she said, glancing around to find the next box that needed to be filled and taped up. 

“Three boxes, Emma. That’s, like, fifteen minutes. Tops.”

“I have reorganizing to do, Ruby,” Emma replied. 

Ruby crossed to sit on the arm of the couch. “I don’t see why you can’t come to the party with us.”

“Oh yeah, that sounds like a blast. Third wheeling—until you two ditch me to go make out in some frat boy’s room.”

“We wouldn’t do that,” Ruby said. Emma shot her a glare, and Ruby added, “Again.”

“I’m good here, I promise. And besides, I was over the whole ‘college party’ scene like two months ago.”

Ruby released a heavy, dramatic sigh. “Come on, Emma. One last hoorah. David and Mary Margaret will be there, and I know they won’t ditch you to go make out.”

“No, they’ll just gaze wistfully at each other while I stand there feeling ill.” 

“You say that like it’s a new development.”

Emma kept her eyes on the books she filed into the box, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I’ll be just fine, Ruby. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“We graduate in two days, and then we’ll all be in different places doing different things—grad schools and internships and full-time jobs, and then I won’t have time to worry about you anymore. Let me be pushy and concerned this one last time.”

Emma paused, her fingertip grazing against the glossy book jacket of her favorite novel. Her eyes flickered up to Ruby. “What’s the real reason you’re pushing me on this?”

Ruby shrugged, but it wasn’t nearly as casual as it should’ve been. 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Emma snarled. “Really? Again?”

“Emma,” she pleaded. 

“No. No way. I told you last semester, Ruby. No more setups. No more perfectly engineered meet-cutes. I won’t allow it.”

“Last one, Emma, I swear. Then I’ll leave you to your singledom for the rest of eternity. Please?”

Emma glowered at her, though it did nothing to soften the intensity of the pleading eyes Ruby stared at her with. “No way.” She shook her head.

“Please?”

Emma’s jaw clenched, and she let her hand drop from the box. She forced her arms to lock over her chest. “No.”

“Please,” Ruby said firmly.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Other than the possibility of fantastic sex?”

Emma narrowed her eyes. “Ruby,” she snapped. 

“Twenty bucks?”

“You’re so cheap.”

Ruby groaned. “I’m so broke right now, Emma. Fine, okay, I’ll get Belle to bake you those cookies you love so much.”

Emma despised herself for how much that made her pause. “Snickerdoodles?”

“Two batches.”

“Fine.”

“Really?”

Emma was going to get a headache if she kept glaring like this. “Ruby. Don’t push it.”

Her roommate jumped up, bouncing a little as a wide grin spread across her face. “Yes! Okay. I promise you won’t regret this. It’s gonna be so great. Really.”

“If it sucks, I’m still making you give me twenty bucks.”

“And when it’s magical, you can give me twenty bucks.”

Emma’s eyebrow shot up. “What makes you so confident about this one?” 

Ruby shrugged. “I dunno. Just a feeling. I don’t actually know him that well. He’s a friend of Belle’s.”

Emma hummed with the slightest bit of interest, turning back to the box she’d stopped packing. “I gotta finish this if you want me to go out with you guys tonight.”

“Of course,” Ruby replied, slipping around the mini-maze of boxes and heading for the door. 

“Oh, and Ruby?”

“Yeah?”

Emma didn’t look up when she added, “No way in hell are you picking my outfit for this thing. Don’t even try. Consider yourself lucky that I even agreed to go in the first place.”

“But you’re just gonna wear jeans and your red jacket!”

“I sure am. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

-

She couldn’t believe she let herself get dragged into this, cookies be damned. 

She’d never been anti-party, per se, but she’d always been fairly anti-people—particularly when they were obnoxious frat boys who never seemed considerate of people’s personal space even when they weren’t completely drunk. 

Ruby and Belle had made themselves scarce before the end of the first song, but as expected, David and Mary Margaret refused to abandon her, too. 

“He’s late,” David grumbled, looking resentfully at his beer. 

Mary Margaret gave him an admonishing look, a hand coming to pat his arm. “This is hardly a dinner date, David. I think we can cut him some slack for not being punctual to an event with a keg or three.”

David grumbled again, this time emitting a sound that sounded somewhat like “fine.”

Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Look, guys, I don’t need a babysitter. Go, have fun.”

“Emma,” Mary Margaret said.

“We’re not leaving you,” David added, nearly scoffing at the idea. 

Emma took a swig of her beer, knowing that further encouragement would be futile. It took her twenty minutes to give them the slip, which wasn’t her finest work but not her worst, either. She’d had a lot of practice these last few years. 

The wrap-around porch was littered with cans and bottles, but at least it was relatively quiet, enough so that Emma could lean against the rail and relax for the first time that night. She reached up a hand to message at her stiff shoulder—from tensing for an hour straight or from packing all of those boxes, maybe both—and she huffed out a breath, willing her mind to settle. 

Her irritation with her friends was so petty at this point in her life, with only a handful of days left before everything changed forever—who knew when they’d all get to see each other again, when jobs and money and time and life didn’t get in the way, but it was impossible for her to stamp out the frustration she felt because her friends didn’t always understand. They meant well, of course they did, but they were so reliant on their own worlds, their own experiences, so how could she possibly expect them to step outside of their own perspectives and imagine hers? 

A not-so-subtle creak startled her from her thoughts, and she wheeled around to face the figure who’d been the culprit. “Sorry, love,” the accented voice called, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Emma’s hand still gripped the porch railing as she watched him move closer somewhat hesitantly. Once he stepped out of the shadows and into the glow cast from the window, she watched him watch her, his gaze studying her, waiting for signs of rejection or any other indication that he shouldn’t cross to stand beside her.

“Is the party that bad?” he asked, a teasing smile curving his lips. “I’d planned to be here an hour ago, though perhaps the delay was a sign I should not have ignored.”

“The party is…” she trailed off, less than enthusiastic. 

“A travesty?”

“Typical,” she amended. 

He chuckled softly, his hand sweeping over the scruff on his chin. “A travesty, indeed,” he said. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have come.”

“Why did you?”

A dark eyebrow shot up, and she didn’t miss the glint in his stormy blue eyes. “I was meant to meet a lass.”

“A lass?” she repeated, wrinkling her nose.

“I’m British, love. We can hardly avoid the word.”

She almost snorted at that. “Love,” she echoed, like the word tasted bad on her tongue.

He huffed, almost exasperated but there was a fondness to it, like he loved a challenge and found her to be the most intriguing one. “What shall I call you, then?”

“Not love, that’s for sure.”

“A name?”

It clicked for her, then. She considered her reply, humming to herself. “I think you might know it already.”

His eyes glimmered with something unexpected. “Don’t tell me you’re—”

“Emma.”

A beat passed, and the air between them stretched taut, stealing breath and heartbeats and thoughts. 

“Emma.” His voice caressed her name, his accent curling around it with warmth. He said it like he knew things about her that he couldn’t have known. “I’m Killian Jones. And I’m terribly sorry I’m late.” The tenderness hadn’t vanished entirely, but the charm had returned, and it made her feel steady again.

“I have a feeling that you’re going to figure out a way to make it up to me.”

#ouat fanfic #captain swan fanfiction #captain swan #once upon a time

[soclonely]

prompt 56, with snuffly 99 being taken care of by his brothers? not picky about who, though a squad of little cadets would be cute, or maybe alpha-17 ,, your writing is always so lovely ❤️

ALPHA-17! ALPHA 17! I love him so much

Prompt 56: Colds Pairing/group: 99 and Alpha 17

Alpha-17 crosses his arms, his large figure looming over the small old man in front of him. "I am only going to tell you one more time." he growls, glaring down at 99. "If you so much as step a toe out of that door and leave your room, I am going to tie you down to that bed and you won't leave it until the next batch of tube babies leave Kamino. Do you understand me?"

"I'm not sick! I'm just a bit ah-ah-ACHO! Ugh." 99 falls back onto his pillow, sighing. "I just have seasonal allergies, that's all this is." He blows his nose and tosses the tissue aside. "Besides if I am sick and lying in bed all week, who is going to clean up the training grounds or the storage rooms? And who is going to reorganize the barracks?" 99 looks up at Alpha, horrified. "It's time for some of the younger boys to move out of the nursery and into the bigger barracks. I have to be up for that." He tries to stand up, but is immediately pushed back down by the trooper towering above."Alphie! Get-off!" He pushes the hand away. "I'm fine!"

"Oh boy." Alpha sighs. he takes a deep breath before continuing. "Listen, vod." He gently pushes 99 back onto the pillow once more. "You look like a rancor trampled you, chewed you up, and spit you out. Now please," He gently pulls the covers up to 99's chin. "Stay and bed and get better for us. You know Kamino wouldn't be the same if something happened to you. So we need to get you nice and healthy." He pats the old man's shoulder encouragingly.

99 looks up to his brother, putting on his best puppy dog eyes."But what about all of my work this week?" He pouts. "There is so much to do. If I don't finish it, we will be completely buried." He points to a list on the nightstand. "See how long it is?"

"I will make sure it is all taken care of." Alpha-17 states, picking up the list. He reads over it quickly and sighs. "I could easily split this up between a few of the older cadets. Don't you worry." He shows the faintest of smiles. "Now rest."

"But what about moving the younger cadets to their new barracks?" 99 groans. "I promised them I would-"

"We will wait until you are better to move them. Do-NOT-get up."

"And what about tucking the younger ones?" 99 bats his eyes at Alpha innocently. "Will you be able to tuck them into bed at night like I do? I could always-"

"Yes I can. Bathe them, brush their hair and teeth, read them their bedtime story, tuck them in. I know the routine."

"Give them their nighttime forehead smooches to protect them?"

"Of course I can!" Alpha bursts out. He begins to chuckle, shaking his head at the older clone. "Now please, stop finding a reason to get out of bed, and get better." He sighs, running a hand over his head and sighs. "We can hold down the fort with our Commander out of commission, but not forever." he gives a little salute, smiling.

#through the seasons with 99 #star wars #the clone wars #alpha 17