#I lost my sleep thanks wreckers

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Hi. Can you write something spicy with Wrecker x f! reader with the prompt 62. “Is that my shirt?” Maybe reader needs new clothes during a mission and she forgets her spares on Kamino, leading her to wear Wrecker's. She takes advantage of the situation to tease him a little, but we know Wrecker is a little innocent, until Crosshair opens his eyes.. "If you don't fu** her, I will." 😂

Hi,

Thank you so much for this request, I absolutely loved writing it!

What's Mine is Yours

While working on a mission on Corellia, a clothing mishap leads to much more than you anticipated.

Pairing: Wrecker x F!reader

Word count: 4.2k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: accidental clothes sharing, reader described as busty, lewd comment as motivation (one guess who it comes from…), confession of feelings, idiots in love, first kiss, oral (f!receiving), face sitting, fingering, semi-clothed sex, unprotected PiV, squint for size and strength kink.

“Where the hell is it?” You huff, hands scrambling through your backpack as you pull out your belongings, scattering them across the dresser in the dingy hotel room.

You and the boys had been sent to Bela Vistal, a small mountain city on Corellia. The Jedi had caught wind of a shady auction, with whispers of a Holocron up for grabs. It was your job as a squad to scope the place out, gather as much intel as possible, and strike and extract the Holocron if the opportunity presented itself.

By now, you’re used to working with limited information. As a civilian handler, it was your job to fill in the blanks and help the boys with anything they needed to successfully complete their missions – something you’d spent over a year doing remarkably well at. Today that had included wandering around the city with Tech, pretending to be together – out of them all, his appearance was less likely to arouse suspicion. You’d conversed politely with market vendors and cantina owners, asking subtle questions to discover more about the auction.

Ultimately, it had been a fruitless endeavour, and the pair of you had returned to the hotel as the sun had been setting, food in hand. You’d excused yourself after eating, slipping back into your room via the door connecting the two rooms you’d rented for a quick shower.

And now here you were, furiously rifling through your belongings for a clean shirt. You’d packed one; you swore you had. Fingers finding soft fabric, you let out a small noise of triumph, prying the material from your backpack. Towel falling to the floor, you shimmed on a clean pair of panties and some sleep shorts before dragging on the top. Only once it was over your head did you realise something was off. Either you’d suddenly lost a lot of weight or…

Scrambling for the neckline, you twist and turn until you can see the tag and the large ‘W’ sewn into it. “Dank farrik.” You mutter, teeth sinking into your lower lip at the realisation that you’d somehow packed Wrecker’s shirt instead of your own.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the mirror on the back of the fresher door. The oversized garment hit mid-thigh, the sleeves extending far beyond your hands. The only saving grace was that your boobs took up enough room that it gave the shirt a little bit of shape. You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

The thought of going out into the field wearing Wrecker’s clothing was hilarious, but your laughter soon subsided as you really looked at yourself. Oversized it might be, but it almost…suited you. And though it was clean, you lifted the collar to your nose and inhaled, picking up on a sweet scent that seemed to linger on all of Wrecker’s belongings.

You’d found great comfort in that scent over the last few months, drawn towards Wrecker and his infectious grin. Lips tugging into a smile, a tender warmth spread through you as you thought about the countless times Wrecker had been there to lighten the mood with his quips and laughter and how his protective nature made you feel secure amid the uncertainties of life.

The realisation of what your feelings meant hit you like a wave, and as you stood there, a myriad of emotions swirled within you. The laughter that had filled the room moments ago was replaced by a soft, introspective silence. As you continued to gaze at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but acknowledge the depth of your connection with Wrecker. It went beyond the professional companionship forged across dangerous missions. It was something more personal, something that had quietly grown amidst the chaos of your work.

“Oh, kriff…” You whisper, staring at your own wide-eyed reflection. The sound of a knock on the connecting door interrupts your thoughts. Startled, you turn towards it, momentarily forgetting about the shirt you were wearing. Smoothing down the fabric, you move across to open the door, revealing Hunter.

“Thought you might’ve drowned.” He quips as the door opens; your showers never usually take so long. Gaze dropping down, Hunter takes in the sight of you, chuckling. “Well, looks like you’re drowning, alright.”

“I must’ve grabbed the wrong shirt in our hurry to leave Kamino.” You admit sheepishly, feeling warmth in your cheeks as Hunter steps aside, revealing you to his brothers.

To his credit, Tech offers you a reassuring smile while Crosshair snorts in amusement. But it’s Wrecker’s reaction that catches you off guard the most.

Wrecker’s eyes widen as his gaze rakes down your body. “I-Is that my shirt?” He asks, swallowing thickly. Heat creeps across his cheeks as he admires you, the curves of your body making it look entirely different than it did on him. He can feel the heavy thud of his heart, and for a moment, the room is filled with an almost tangible tension. Wrecker stands frozen, his eyes locked onto you.

“Yeah, I, uh, must’ve grabbed it by mistake.” You stammer, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze.

Wrecker blinks, tearing his eyes away from you to glance at Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair. Hunter raises an eyebrow, clearly finding the situation entertaining but not commenting further. Tech adjusts his goggles, a knowing glint in his eyes, while Crosshair smirks, thoroughly amused. Clearing his throat, Wrecker manages to break the silence. “Well, it looks... good on ya.”

The sincerity in his voice surprises you, and you catch a flicker of something in his eyes that you can’t quite place. You give a nervous laugh, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. “Thanks, Wreck. I’ll wash it and get it back to you.”

“Nah, keep it.” He says quickly, almost too quickly. “Looks better on you anyway.”

The room falls into another awkward silence as Wrecker scratches the back of his head, unsure how to navigate the sudden shift in the atmosphere. It’s rare to see the big, boisterous man at a loss for words.

Hunter, always the pragmatist, breaks the tension. “Alright, enough of the fashion show. We’ve got a mission to focus on.”

The seriousness of the mission looms over the room, momentarily overshadowing the awkwardness. You gather around the table, holomaps of the city and your datapads spread out as you discuss the action plan.

As the discussion progresses, Wrecker finds his eyes straying to you often, trying to commit the vision of you in his clothes to memory, the way it drapes over your frame and the subtle scent of your shampoo that he knows will linger on the garment now too.

The realisation hits him like a ton of bricks – the feelings he’s been trying to suppress, the concern that goes beyond the missions, the warmth he feels when you’re around – it’s all there, staring him in the face.

Wrecker clears his throat again, attempting to focus on the plan you’re all hashing out, not the crazy beating of his heart. He chimes in enthusiastically, but his mind keeps drifting back to you. As the planning continues, Wrecker catches the knowing look Tech throws him. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to concentrate. He wonders if you feel the same, if the newfound awareness is mutual.

Finally, the planning ends, and with your usual round of goodnights, you’re back in your room, the connecting door firmly shut. Only once you’re gone does Wrecker feel like he can breathe again.

“Real subtle there, big guy,” Hunter comments, giving Wrecker’s shoulder a pat as he passes him.

“What?” Wrecker questions, playing dumb. He’s not quite ready to admit his feelings to his brothers; he’s just starting to come to terms with the recent revelation.

None of them are fooled. Tech reaches up, adjusting his goggles. “You were admiring her quite intently.” He points out.

“I would, too, if she were wearing my shirt.” Crosshair chimes in, leaning back on the small couch in the room, propping his feet up on the table as he feels Wrecker’s eyes narrow in his direction. “But hey, if you won’t kriff her, I will.” He comments, unafraid to poke the bear.

In sync, Hunter and Tech facepalm.

A flash of anger courses through Wrecker. “You wouldn’t.” He growls, hating the very idea. 

“Wouldn’t I?” Crosshair goads. “She’s a pretty little thing. Bet she’d looked even prettier underne-“

“Hey!” Wrecker’s sharp shout cuts him off. “You don’t talk about her like that. She deserves better, and I won’t let ya disrespect her. Not when she’s the best thing to happen to us in a long while and always lookin’ out for us.”

Amusement curls at Crosshair’s lips. Truth told, forcing those words out had been horrible – he respected you too much – but it had given him the ammunition he needed to make his point. “Hm, sounds like you might have some feelings there, Wrecker.”

Realising he’s been caught in one of his younger brother’s traps, Wrecker groans in frustration, shooting Crosshair a glare that bounces straight off him. With a sigh, Wrecker’s shoulders sag, and he glances over his shoulder towards the connecting door to your room.

Worry curls through him. He did have feelings for you, that much he’d realised, but he wasn’t sure how you felt. The thought of making things awkward or disrupting the dynamics of the squad by introducing personal feelings weighed heavily on Wrecker’s mind.

Hunter picks up on his brother’s internal struggle. “Wrecker, if you’ve got something to say to her, just say it. We’re all adults here. We’ve faced worse than admitting feelings.”

Wrecker sighs. “I just don’t wanna mess things up, y’know? What if she don’t feel the same way, and it makes things weird?”

Tech chips in with his usual logical perspective. “Statistically speaking, relationships formed within a close-knit team can enhance cooperation and overall performance. Emotional bonds can be beneficial.”

Wrecker shoots Tech an incredulous look. “You suggestin’ I tell her I like her ’cause it’s statistically beneficial?”

Tech pushes his goggles back up his nose. “I am merely presenting a logical argument in favour of expressing one’s emotions.”

A noise of frustration slides from Crosshair’s lips, and he pushes himself off the couch. Grabbing Wrecker by the arm, he drags him over to the connecting door, banging his fist against it a few times. “She was eyeing you up, too. Don’t overthink. That’s Tech’s job.” He insists, returning to the couch, shaking his head while muttering about Wrecker’s lack of game.

Hearing you say the door was unlocked, Wrecker takes a deep breath before pushing it open, sliding into your room, letting it click shut behind him.

With Wrecker gone, Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair exchange glances before arranging themselves on the couch to play Sabacc. “You swapped her shirt out of her pack,” Hunter comments as Tech deals the deck, his eyes darting over to Crosshair.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Crosshair doesn’t bother answering; instead, he picks up his cards. Hunter couldn’t prove anything.

Looking up from the dresser, where you’d been trying to organise your belongings back into your backpack, you smile at the sight of Wrecker standing with his back pressed to the door. “Hey, Wreck. Everything okay?” You ask, abandoning your repacking to give the gentle giant your full attention.

Wrecker’s heart pounds in his chest as he steps further into your room, the weight of the revelation he’d shared with his brothers settling in his chest. He grapples with the best way to express his feelings to you, scratching the back of his neck out of nervous habit.

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine.” He mumbles, avoiding direct eye contact for a moment. “I, um, just wanted to talk to ya about somethin’.”

You tilt your head curiously, a small smile playing on your lips. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

Wrecker took another deep breath, his gaze finally meeting yours. “Well, it’s about... us. I mean, you and me. I’ve been feelin’ things, and I just gotta say it. I really like you. I like ya a lot.”

The sincerity in his voice is unmistakable, and your heartbeat quickens in response. Surprise paints your face, delight seeping into your veins that your feelings were returned – that he’d come here to share them with you.

“Wreck.” You begin, your voice soft. “I’ve... I’ve been feeling the same way. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Relief washes over Wrecker’s features, and a wide, genuine smile spreads across his face. “Really?” he asks as if confirming that he wasn’t dreaming.

You nod, your own smile mirroring his. “Really.”

Wrecker chuckles nervously. “Well, guess Crosshair wasn’t entirely wrong about us eyein’ each other up.”

Your jaw drops a little. You’d thought you were being subtle, but you should’ve known the man with super-human vision would catch you out.

Wrecker takes a step closer, gently cupping your face in his large hands, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. “I’m not great with words, but I really do care about ya.” He confesses.

“I care about you too, Wreck. And you don’t need to be great with words.” You reply, your eyes locked with his. “Actions speak louder.”

“Then let me show ya.” Wrecker murmurs, head dipping down to kiss your lips tenderly. Large hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. One of your hands finds home at the nape of his neck, keeping his lips against yours as the other settles on his upper arm.

You taste like heaven, like everything Wrecker has ever wanted and dreamed about. His grip on you tightens ever so slightly, but he’s cautious, not wanting to accidentally hurt you. The kiss breaks a moment later, eyes locked on one another as you pull apart, chests heaving. Desire swirls in your gaze, and Wrecker wants to worship you. But he’s conflicted – is this too soon? Do you want this too?

Palms smoothing across Wrecker’s body, you take his hands in your own, walking backwards the few steps to the bed. Sinking to sit on the edge of it, you guide Wrecker down with you, a thrill zinging through you as he wraps an arm around your middle and hauls you further up the bed before settling above you. With one hand supporting most of his weight, you marvel at how warm and broad he is, your body hidden under his as he presses against you, lips finding yours again for a searing kiss.

You’re so small beneath him, so delicate and so pretty, with your hair fanned across the sheets, your beautiful eyes looking up at him with such adoration. Wrecker can’t resist kissing you again, savouring your shared feelings. Tentatively, his hand roams to your thighs, large palm smoothing across soft skin, creeping up, ruching his shirt as his fingers skim under the edge of your sleep shorts.

The gentle touch makes your breath stutter, a low noise sliding from your lips, muffled by the kiss.

Wrecker pulls back, watching as your eyes flutter open. “Too much, babe?” He asks quietly, unsure whether the noise is good and not wanting to push too much.

Shaking your head, you lean up to pepper kisses across his jawline. “More. Please.” You ask, heat building in your belly.

Thrilled, Wrecker breaks out into a grin, shivering as your hands pry his shirt up and off his body. Your fingers fan over his bare chest, tracing every muscle and scar. His pants are next to be discarded, your sleep shorts joining them on the floor before your lips meet again in a needy kiss. Your panties go, followed by his boxers, but as you go to remove his shirt, Wrecker’s fingers still the action.

“Leave it on, babe.” He admits, a flush on his cheeks. There was something so intrinsically hot about you wearing his clothes.

A noise of delight leaves you, followed quickly by one of surprise as Wrecker rolls you both, placing himself beneath you. Straddling him, it’s impossible to ignore the press of his thick, hard cock. It feels enormous, and you’re almost afraid to look down.

Thankfully, you’re spared as Wrecker grabs your ass, huge hands dwarfing it as he hauls you up his body.

Wrecker groans, hands squeezing as he draws you further up. “Want you to sit on my face, babe. Lemme eat that pretty pussy before I kriff ya.”

Heat strikes through you, pussy clenching around nothing at Wrecker’s request. “I-I don’t wanna suffocate you.” You worry as you’re lifted over his face, knees on either side of his head. Warmth blossoms across your cheeks as he stares right at your cunt.

“Ya won’t. And even if you do, what a way to go.” Wrecker growls, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he gazes up at your pussy. Gently, he encourages you down, groaning in satisfaction as you rest lightly against his face – nose and mouth brushing against your slick folds. “That ain’t sittin’.” He grumbles as he notices you trying to hold up some of your weight. Using a little more of his strength, he pulls you down until you’re firmly against his face, his nose pressed to your clit as his tongue laves over your entrance.

“Oh, hells…” You cry out, holding onto the headboard with one hand while the other lands on Wrecker’s head. That first lick of his tongue had felt incredible.

Wrecker feasts, your pussy his new favourite meal. The taste of you fills his mouth, and he moans, dragging his nose across your clit, tongue sloppy as he laves at you before pointing it and pressing it into your hole. He takes a breath whenever he can, drawing the flat of his tongue up through your folds to flick across your clit, lips latching around the sensitive bud so he can suck on it, brushing his tongue over it at the same time.

White hot pleasure is all you can feel, hips rocking as you ride his face, chasing your high. Your hand strokes across his head, fingers gliding over scarred skin. “Kriff, Wreck. Yes. Just like that.” You encourage, pleasure building quickly.

The stretch catches you off guard, two of his thick fingers pressing into you, crooking, as his mouth focuses on your clit. Head thrown back, his name falls from your lips as you come, thighs shaking and pussy spasming around his fingers as the pleasure rolls through your body.

Working you through the high, Wrecker gently pries his mouth off your clit, fingers slowly scissoring as he stretches you out a little more now that you’re more relaxed. He knows he’s big, and the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

Your hips roll slowly, grinding lazily against his face once again as he continues working you open, another thick finger joining the two already buried inside you. Biting down on your lower lip to muffle your moan, the trembles from your orgasm subside.

Fingers slip from you, hands finding your hips. Lifted, you’re moved back down Wrecker’s body until he can kiss you, mouth and chin covered in your juices. You gasp at the taste, at the way his tongue presses into your mouth, and you lazily make out.

Slowly you draw apart; Wrecker’s fingers that weren’t buried in your pussy move to push your hair out of your face tenderly.

The throb between your thighs intensifies, and you lift your hips, shifting until you can grind down against Wrecker’s cock. The rumble in his chest does funny things to your inside, and you smile. “I wanna ride your cock, too.” You state sweetly, enjoying the delight that flares in Wrecker’s eyes.

Scooting back just a little so you rest on his thighs, you drag your gaze from his face to finally take in his cock. It’s much thicker than any you’ve seen before – in person and on the holonet – and longer than average.

He curves a little to the right, the tip flushed a deep red, a bead of pre-cum in the slit. Taking him in hand, his groan reverberates through the room, and you can’t help but dip down to lap at him, the tang on your tongue dragging a sound from you that Wrecker echoes.

Your fingers don’t touch around him, and for a moment, you worry you won’t be able to take him. Shuffling forward a tiny bit until you’re back in your previous position, you line him up with your entrance, pressing just the tip in, and slowly start to sink down, letting gravity do the work.

Wrecker’s pretty sure he’s shaking – from anticipation or barely-there control, he’s not sure. All he does know is that his hands are wrapped around your hips to help guide you but not force you down, and inch by agonising inch, his dick is slowly being enveloped in the heat of your pussy.

The stretch burns a little, even after an orgasm and three fingers working you open. Taking your time, you let out deep breaths as you sink down until you’re finally flush, feeling fuller than ever. 

“Stars above, Wreck.” You pant, holding his gaze as you adjust to the feeling. His jaw is clenched, soft brown eyes looking at you with such profound adoration, like he can’t quite believe this is happening. His hands on your hips slide upward, under the edge of his shirt, until he’s grasping at your waist.

Steadily, you give a small roll of your hips, rising ever so slightly before sinking back down. The action pulls a moan from you, Wrecker’s head tilting back against the bed, his groan mingling with your needy sounds. Finding a rhythm, you lean back a little, hands resting on his muscular thighs as warmth builds in your belly with every rise and fall. The burn of the stretch dissolves into pleasure.

Chin tilting down, Wrecker watches as you ride him, how your lips part with every little whimper and sigh, and your tits bounce beneath his shirt. The sight goes straight to his cock, hand sliding up from your waist until he can palm your breasts under the garment, fingers pressed against soft flesh. You’re a handful, even for him, and he grunts, thumb and forefinger tweaking your pebbled nipples.

The whine you let out is delicious, and his gaze roves down your body, settling on where the two of you are connected, watching how he slides in and out of your pussy. The sight, the sounds, and the feeling of you around him push him closer and closer to the edge. Fingers smoothing back down your body, they press against your clit, firm circles rubbed against the sensitive nub.

“Kriff. Kriff. Kriff.” You curse, eyes screwed shut as the warmth grows towards an inferno. Pitching forward, you change the angle, hands resting against his broad chest, providing better leverage as your pace quickens. Your thighs start to ache, but you’ll be damned if you let that stop you.

“That’s it, babe. Hells, your pussy feels so kriffin’ good.” Wrecker pants, his words helping push you over the edge. Your body goes taut above him, pleasure contorting your face as you clamp down around him, coming on his cock with a cry of his name. He keeps his fingers moving, working you through the high until the tremors in your body stop and your hazy eyes open to meet his.

You share a soft smile, and Wrecker surges up, lips meeting yours for a passionate kiss as he grasps back at your hips. Holding you in place, his hips snap quickly as he fucks up into you, chasing his high now you’ve been satisfied.

Tongues meeting, the kiss is frantic and messy, noises muffled by each other’s lips. You pull back just enough to gaze down at him. “Come in me. Please.” Your needy whine reverberates around the room.

You were perfect. So perfect. Your pleading words, the grip of your tight pussy around him… Wrecker’s thrusts falter, and with two more sharp snaps of his hips, he pushes himself deep inside you, growling out your name as he’s swept into pleasure, filling you.

The room falls silent except for your harsh breaths, gazes locked before you steal another kiss. Slower and softer, the lust dissolves into something sweeter. Strong arms wrap around you, and you’re rolled onto your side, pulled flush against Wrecker’s body as he pries his lips from yours. He smiles, and you can’t help but match it, a giggle bubbling up and out. The sound of Wrecker’s chuckle melds with yours, happiness simmering between you.

“You okay?” Wrecker asks, one hand smoothing across your cheek, cupping your face.

You lean into his touch with a small nod, eyes fluttering shut. Wrecker’s hand is warm against your face as he caresses you, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheek. The aftermath of shared intimacy leaves you feeling content and connected.

Overjoyed, Wrecker presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, hand sliding down your body to wrap back around you as he holds you close. Now he has you, he’s never going to let you go.

In the cocoon of his embrace, you slowly drift into a serene slumber, knowing you’ve found a sanctuary that feels like home in his arms.

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[robby-bobby-tommy]

Well, it's time for my hcs. (Mostly UM and KO)

Ultra Magnus has a terrible CPTSD. Sometimes he hears a plane and immediately transforms his hands into blasters. When he talks to someone he tries to continue the dialogue, but all his attention goes to figuring out the location of the enemy. (+ he has bad sleep schedule)

I'M also has a terrible case of 'bad things happen to bots when I leave them'. He doesn't like staying away from the battle, because he cares very much for his new found family. He isn't afraid of dying for the cause, but he doesn't want to lose anyone.

At the free time he has helped some Autobots make their battle skills better. Like he spared with Miko in Apex armor so she could practice her punches and also had classes for medics (Ratchet and KO). They didn't have blasters, which is disadvantage, but they figured out the way to fight almost as good as others.

Speaking of KO. He wasn't very welcomed at team at first, so he was watched very closely. Yet sooner or later they've warmed up to him. KO was a bit afraid at first, but seeing that they meant no harm, he came back to his sassy attitude.

Also KO has some appreciation problems. When he was a decepticon he had to earn the respect and after Shockwave came along he felt very replaceable. He wasn't thanked for his work half as much as he should. So when Ratchet thanked KO in 3 season he genuinely said "you're welcome".

But the moment he felt he was accepted into team prime was when OP didn't let him on some mission. It went like "Why can't I join?", "Knock Out, comrade, you aren't in need of another warrior, yet we may use the help of a second medic." "We can't just lose medics around. Too important." Ratchet adds. After like the whole team nods. And KO felt so appreciated

After that he became very close to Team Prime and (if they stayed on earth) to kids. When some bully is rude to Jack, KO would let Darby drive himself in school just to show off. He'd watch horrors with Miko, and even tell some interesting stuff abt Cybertronian culture, organism ect to Raf

Also he'd race with Bee and Smokescreen, but he is hella competitive. Like this scene in Avatar The Last Airbender, where Azula plays volleyball. "You'll never rise from the ashes of humiliation!" "Dude... It's not that deep bro.."

Oh, and he'd be very awkward with Smokey cuz like... He tried to open him up. But Smokey doesn't mind it, saying that they're even after he put KO in the wall

The other very strange relationship he has with Bulkhead. It's because of Breakdown. Bulkhead hated him and, as we all know, KO was in a relationship with him. Bulk ofc doesn't hold anything against KO for his relationship, yet they'd have a lot of different opinions on BD. They would talk a lot, finding out more about BD's past

And boy oh boy he had a wild one. Him and Bulkhead were born in the same class. They were builders, as Bulkhead said 'I can build stuff, I can break stuff. That's all.' Yet both of them wanted to do more good in the world, so they joined the Wreckers (before the war it was a gang that helped everyone in need and protected the weak), where they've met. Bulk and BD quickly became brothers in arms but the war seperated them

Once BD heard a broadcast of Megatron's ideas of reforming Cybertron and became a great supporter. He joined the decepticons cuz he thought it was his chance to make the world better. He was so blinded by Meg's promises that he thought this crimes were justified. Bulkhead was more observant, and felt something shady and was grossed out by bombings. But the thing that brought them apart and made them enemies was BD's betrayal. Early in the war Megatron was merciless and Wreckers mostly opposed him. Breakdown pledge allegiance to Megan. He wanted whole gang to join, but they refused and Big M wanted to destroy them all. Breakdown told the location of their hideout, and when Wreckers met there, they were greeted by pistols. It was a big fight, some lives were lost. After that BD went with Decepticons and Bulkhead with the Autobots. Now Bulk hated BD for his betrayal

KO never knew abt that cuz he met BD later. Knock Out was a doctor in one of the neutral cities, that were captured by Decepticons early in the war, and decided to join the "winning team" Just to survive

After all the talks Bulkhead started to respect KO more

Knock Out, Bee and Smokey regularly forcing the gang to go to the drive in theaters.

Arcee, June and Miko have a girls nights where they judge everyone

OP and UM are very close. To the point they're mistaken for brothers (they call each other that in private)

Ultra Magnus doesn't like to show affection in public, so when someone wants to hug him or smt like that, they always ask him to another room. Like after OP came back in season 3, Optimus said smt like "Ultra Magnus, old friend, for a word". And then they are just hugging in another room

Optiratch. Just them. Married. Conjux endura. That's all

Megatron, Soundwave and Shockwave are mean girls.

Megasound cuz you can't stop me. And Shocky just third wheeling his spark out.

Shockwave actually started to like Starscream when they were left on earth.

Agent Fowler and June dating, cuz they both deserve better

KO, Arcee and Ratchet form a widow club after the film.

KO and Arcee beat Arachnid's aft together.

That's all for now.

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[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 4

Crosshair: What's this? Wrecker, hugging Crosshair: Affection! Crosshair: Disgusting. Crosshair: ...Do it again.

Hunter: I made tea.  Crosshair: I don't want tea.  Hunter: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.  Crosshair: Then why did you tell me?  Hunter: It's a conversation starter.  Crosshair: It's a horrible conversation starter.  Hunter: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate. 

Hunter: *is hugging Omega*  Wrecker: Hey! It's my turn to hug Omega!  Wrecker: *grabs Omega*  Echo: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot!  Hunter: No, It's still my turn!  Omega: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly!  Wrecker: But we need the moral support!  Hunter: And you're small! Which is cute!  Echo: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning.  Omega: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess. 

Crosshair, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-  Wrecker, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?  Echo, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.  Tech, appalled: Call the exorcist. 

Crosshair: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?  Tech: Why?  Crosshair: Omega fiddled with a ouija board and cursed ours.  Echo: Hunter doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just throws salt at them and yells "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!" 

Wrecker: Crosshair gave me a get better soon card.  Tech: That's sweet!  Wrecker: I wasn't sick, he just thinks I can do better. 

Echo: Crosshair, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.  Crosshair: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

Wrecker, jumping out of Hunter's closet: BOO!  Hunter:  Wrecker:  Hunter:  Wrecker: *makes a sad face*  Hunter: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

Crosshair: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Echo: Fucking Wrecker and Omega were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

Crosshair: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me. 

Cop: What are your names?  Wrecker: Don't tell them, Crosshair.  Cop, writing: Crosshair...  Wrecker: Crap.  Crosshair: Nice going, Wrecker.  Cop:  Crosshair: Uh oh. 

Echo: Look, I’m glad everyone’s on the same page.  Echo: But it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”.  Tech: That’s not even clever. 

Omega: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Crosshair and Hunter's convo?  Echo: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.  Tech: I'm in the washing machine.  Wrecker: I'm in the closet.  Echo: We accept you Wrecker. &lt;3 Wrecker: No I'm literally in the closet.  Echo: Love is love. <3

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Crosshair, with Omega and Wrecker behind him: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Crosshair: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Crosshair: Tech FUCKING FELL OFF!

Tech: Did you have to stab them?  Crosshair: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.  Tech: What did they say?  Crosshair: "What are you going to do, stab me?"  Tech: That’s fair. 

Wrecker: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Echo: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back... Omega: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Hunter: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Tech: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Crosshair: Mental stability, my old friend! Wrecker: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Crosshair: Some people are like slinkies. Tech: What? Crosshair: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. Tech: Tech: Please don't push Echo down the stairs. Crosshair, pushing Echo down the stairs: Too late.

Hunter: Your lab is in the bathroom? Tech: Wrecker says this is the perfect place for my work. I’m just now realizing that remark may not have been entirely complimentary.

Tech: What's worse than a heartbreak? Omega: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging. Echo: Waking up in the morning. Crosshair: Waking up. Wrecker: Waking up in the morning... Wrecker: And seeing Hunter. Hunter: Hey! Rude!!

Hunter: Stressed. Echo: Depressed. Crosshair: Possessed. Tech: Obsessed. Wrecker: Impressed. Omega: Chicken breast. Everyone: ...What? Omega: I just wanted to join in.

*when the Squad drops food* Hunter: Eh, oh well. Wrecker: FIVE-SECOND RULE! Crosshair: FUCK! Tech: *just gets more food* Omega: *drops to her knees and mourns the food* Echo: *eats the food off the ground*

Omega: So, are you two friends? Echo: Yes. Crosshair: No.

Crosshair: Alright Omega, Wrecker. Let's go over this one more time. Crosshair: If something breaks? Omega: We try to fix it before Hunter gets home. Crosshair: If it doesn't work? Wrecker: We blame Echo. Echo: Seriously guys, what the hell?!

*Everyone is playing a board game together* Echo: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. Omega: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. Hunter: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. Tech: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. Hunter: *flips the board*

Crosshair: Today at 7 am, Tech poured a Monster energy drink in his coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Echo: I watched Tech brew his coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he ascended into the astral realm. Wrecker: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Crosshair: If I die, you can have what little I own. Tech: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? Crosshair: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Tech: Tech: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again.

Hunter: Say no to drugs. Wrecker: Say yes to drugs. Tech: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs.. then you're on drugs.

Hunter: *Answers phone.* Hello? Wrecker: It's Wrecker. Hunter: What did he do this time? Wrecker: No, it's me, Hunter. It's actually me. Hunter: What did you do this time?

Omega: How did you even get in here? Wrecker's: Echo's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Wrecker's door"! Echo: I’m closing the window.

Crosshair: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Tech. Crosshair: Crosshair: Don’t tell him I said that.

Wrecker: ARE YOU- Crosshair: Fucking. Wrecker: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Crosshair: Fucking. Wrecker: IDIOT! Tech: …What was that? Crosshair: Echo banned Wrecker from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

Hunter: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Tech: Spear. Hunter: BLOCKED.

Omega: Crosshair and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Tech: What did you do? Omega: Crosshair chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Crosshair: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Omega: So, what's for dinner? Echo, staring at the food he burnt: Regret.

Omega: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Echo: Theft. Tech: Disturbing the peace. Wrecker: Aggravated assault. Hunter: Arson. Crosshair: All of the above. In that order, probably.

Wrecker: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Wrecker: *aggressively throws water bottles* Crosshair: Uh... what's up with him? Tech: He's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Wrecker: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Hunter, crying: It's working.

#tbb #the bad batch #incorrect quotes #incorrect bad batch quotes #star wars

[hunterscyarika]

Of shower's and shared bed's

Hunter x fem! reader x Echo

This is my first Clone x reader bingo. @clonexreaderbingo

The square prompt was Shower. This is sfw.

The Bad Batch had completed another successful mission. After being sent on various missions the boys were exhausted. Hunter and Tech decided that everyone could use some rest at a nearby inn. They didn’t have enough credits for more than one room, meaning you’d have to share a bed with two of them.

After much discussion it was decided you’d share with Hunter and Echo. Your heart did a little flip and you willed yourself to calm down hoping Hunter wouldn’t notice. Hunter glanced your way with a knowing smile. You looked away shyly. When your eyes caught Echo’s you noticed he looked as bashful as you.

Wrecker whined about wanting to share with you. You’d cuddled with Wrecker before but never shared a bed overnight due to his loud snores. “You’d crush her” Crosshair told the pouting Commando. “Would not!” Wrecker argued. “It is pointless to debate this as everyone has been assigned their sleeping partners. Tech said. You smiled as you watched the brothers. ‘Yeah, these three sharing a bed is going to be interesting.’

Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker went to the market to get food and supplies, leaving you with Echo and Crosshair. They both laid on their respective beds to take a nap. You decided to take a shower.

Standing in the shower felt amazing after being unable to do more than wash up for more days than you cared to count. A nagging thought reminded you that the boys would be back soon, and that you should save some hot water for any of them just in case they wanted to shower. But at the same time with Echo and Crosshair resting and the others out, surely it wouldn’t hurt to stay in a little longer.

When the boys got back from the market Wrecker teasingly flopped down on the bed next to Crosshair. Crosshair growled at Wrecker and shoved him. “Did you get everything?” Echo asked. “Mostly” Hunter replied. Tech was busy looking at his datapad, lost to the world as he headed for the Fresher to put some supplies in there. “Tech, wait” Echo called, but it was too late. Tech had already opened the door and there you stood in only your shirt and panties. You shrieked and tried to pull your shirt down to cover yourself as best you could. Tech was frozen in place and the rest of the boys couldn’t help but stare in shock. “Shut the door!” You said impatiently. Tech shook himself out of his trance and shut the door.

You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself, if not at the terrified look on Tech’s face, then at yourself for being so silly as to forget to lock the door. Even though you were embarrassed you trusted the boys with your life and knew they would never objectify you or humiliate you.

Tech felt bad about what had happened. “That’s why you need to take your eyes off your datapad every once in a while, Tech” Hunter said. “His eyes were off his datapad” Crosshair teased. Wrecker laughed. “I was in shock” Tech defended. “Sure” Crosshair drawled. Before an argument could break out between them Echo spoke up “To be fair, we all looked”. “I sure did, she’s got great legs” Wrecker beamed. “Wrecker” Hunter chided. Echo rolled his eyes. “That’s beside the point, Wrecker, I think we should apologize to her.” Echo stated. “Agreed” Hunter said.

When you joined the boys, Tech approached you. “Please forgive me, I’m sorry-“he began but you held your hand up and smiled softly. “It’s alright. It’s partially my fault for not locking the door, I honestly don’t know how I could’ve forgot to lock it.” You spoke. Tech nodded to you. “Just remember to knock first next time” You teased with an ornery grin. Tech actually smiled. Echo worked up the courage to tell you he was sorry for looking. You thanked him for being so sweet. Hunter apologized too, and nudged Crosshair to do the same. Wrecker’s apology was “Sorry for lookin’, but you’ve got nice legs”. Hunter growled Wrecker’s name in frustration. You giggled and covered your face to try and hide how flustered you were. “Goodness, thanks Wrecker”. You said, unable to quit giggling. “I agree with Wrecker” Crosshair said as he past you on the way to the fresher. “Knock it off” Hunter threatened. “Why, Sarge, jealous?” Crosshair said, knowing full well that Hunter was. Hunter glanced at you briefly then turned back to Crosshair and said, “Just give it a rest please”.

 You walked over to the bed you’d be sharing with Hunter and Echo and leaned back against the headboard. Echo scooted away from you. Great, tonight is gonna be fun, they’re both terrified of me.

 “Who wants to watch a holoshow?” You asked hoping to break the tension and change the subject. “I do” Wrecker said excitedly.

When you fell asleep, Hunter and Echo were on either side of you and practically sleeping on the edge of the bed. But sometime during the night they both cuddled up to you.

Crosshair was the first up and he sniggered at the sight of the three of you. Tech took a holophoto.

Hunter stirred awake and when he realized his face was currently buried in your hair, he panicked and pulled back quickly. The sudden movement woke you up. You were surprised to find that you were clinging to Echo and Hunter’s arm was still around your waist. You glanced back at Hunter with a soft look in your eyes. Hunter stared at you, almost hypnotized. You heard Echo wake up beside you and turned to face him. Echo’s eyes were wide at first but then a small smile appeared on his face at the sight of the bright smile you gave him.

“Morning, Love birds” Crosshair teased. Three pairs of surprised eyes met his.

#clone x reader #hunter x reader #echo x reader #the bad batch x reader #cfb2023

[sergeantgoggles]

Not sure if you into it but…Thistle + Wrecker x Hunter? 👉👈

Hey there, Anon!

Thanks for the ask! Hunter/Wrecker isn't my usual cup of tea, but it has a lot of potential! I really didn't have any headcanons for them, but I really like the one I came up with for this and I'm sticking to it. I hope you like it, too!

Thistle: What nicknames do they have for one another?

And then there were two.

Crosshair was imprisoned. Tech gave the ultimate sacrifice. Omega was missing. Echo had left to rejoin Rex with the rebellion efforts.

There had been a time when Hunter would have paid them to give him and Wrecker some time alone. Now, they had nothing but time together. Alone.

The feeling ate at Hunter from the inside out, and he hated that it dragged him down, because it meant Wrecker was doing everything in his power to keep him afloat. He had to admit, though, that Wrecker was his rock through this, and Hunter did his best for him, too, when he needed the day to be sad about what had happened, what they’d lost.

Today was a new day, though, and Wrecker woke up from his slumber in the cockpit looking like he could fall back asleep any minute.

“Hey, Big Guy,” Hunter said fondly as he looked up from the reports he’d been running on his datapad. “Sleep okay?”

“You could’ve woken me up,” Wrecker pretended to grumble and sat at the opposite console, “or joined me. It’s been a while since you relaxed.”

“I’m plenty relaxed,” Hunter argued.

“Ha! Yeah right.” Wrecker shook his head and took Hunter’s hands, forcing him to drop the datapad.

“Wrecker—”

“Ugh, enough scolding! Just come ‘ere!” Wrecker groaned and bodily pulled Hunter from the chair and into his lap. “You never used to complain about cuddles before.”

Hunter frowned at that. Maybe he could stand to relax a little more. When was the last time he’d even kissed Wrecker, much less spent a little time with him that didn’t see him completely focused on the mission at hand. He made excuses that they had to find Omega, that they had to finish Tech’s mission and rescue Crosshair, that they needed to rendezvous with Rex and Echo, or Phee, or—

With a sigh, Hunter pressed his forehead to Wrecker’s shoulder and let him caress his sides. Wrecker’s hands felt nice, like remembering how home is supposed to feel, warm, inviting, loving. Slowly, he inhaled, picking up the scent of worry, and maybe a little bit of fear. Guilt struck Hunter in the chest. He knew Wrecker felt like this because of him, because he was afraid that he would run himself ragged looking for Omega, running errands across the galaxy for a scrap of a lead, until it killed him, too.

“Sorry,” Hunter apologized lamely. “I’ll make sure to rest soon.”

Wrecker nodded, kissed the top of his head, hugged him a little tighter. “Good, I miss you, Teddy.”

Hunter barked out a shocked laugh. “You haven’t called me that in a long time.”

“Yeah, well, I still mean it,” Wrecker argued. “Besides, gave Lula to Omega, so I guess you’ll have to do.”

Memories of Wrecker when they were cadets flashed through Hunter’s mind. Wrecker had gone through hell with growing pains, and before 99 had stitched him Lula, Wrecker had nothing that eased him into sleep. As their eventual leader, Hunter had volunteered to sleep in the bunk with him as something to squeeze when the pain became too much, or when he just needed something comforting. At the time, Tech had teasingly called Hunter a ‘teddy bear’ and the nickname ‘Teddy’ had stuck. Eventually, it grew to a point where only Wrecker was allowed to call him that, and it was only to be used in private.

Now…they were as private as they could possibly be.

“I’m…tired,” Hunter relented, then paused as he hugged his arms around Wrecker’s neck. “…take me to bed, Big Guy?”

“Sure thing, Hunter,” Wrecker chuckled, pleased that he had won this battle as easily as he had.

“…Teddy’s fine,” Hunter replied, sleep claiming him much faster than he would have liked. There was still work to be done, but in Wrecker’s arms, the galaxy and their problems seemed far away. For now, that was okay. For now, he could be Teddy.

#cloneshipping #clone shipping #clone/clone #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #hunter/wrecker #color prompts: cloneshipping edition

[danceswithsporks]

Calm- Part 6

Part 2 of 6 in the Complete Series

Wrecker x Seamstress!Reader

Parts 1 2 3 4 5

Authors note: Coming in under the wire!! I wanted to get this out before the end of the year and talk about cutting it close!! This one isn’t as long as my other ones but I truly hope you enjoy it all the same.

This will be my final post for the year! It’s been an amazing year getting to write for all of you and develop this series! It’s still so crazy to think that I started out the year with barely any interaction and now I actually have you wonderful ppl waiting to read my work! I seriously can’t thank you all enough for your support!

I will be taking the first two weeks of the year off from all writing to give my brain a break. Between 5 different fics, 3 that aren’t Star Wars related, I’m starting to wear thin. I have a bunch of Legos to build and a back log of video games to play so I’ll totally not be productive at all. Which is what I honestly need lol.

I sincerely hope you’ve all had a lovely Christmas and a happy holidays. Have a safe and fun new years and I’ll see you in probably a month!

Without further ado, please enjoy Part 6 of Calm!

Chapter About: a month has gone by and some things are coming to light.

Calm was the only way to describe the night compared to the chaos that had been the day. Chai had left that morning. Unable to handle being on the island anymore. How could you blame her? She’d lost the one her heart had been yearning for. The one that made her warm all over. In the back of your mind, just barely visible behind the terror of stepping foot on a starship, you’d thought about the same thing if Wrecker hadn’t returned. Your aunt had been begging for you to visit Coruscant and you would learn a lot working with her. But you’d been lucky, your warmth and security had returned to you. Her’s hadn’t.

It had been a month since he’d returned to you and what a month it had been. You were, for lack of a better word, exhausted. Between your day-to-day work, caring for Omega, and being there for Wrecker, you’d barely slept. Most nights started the same, everyone would settle after dinner and you’d put time aside to brush Omega's hair and talk with the girl before going to Wrecker's side. The two of you would sit beneath the night sky and watch for shooting stars. Wrecker would tell you stories of his life before Pabu, of the adventures he’d had with his brothers. Even tales about fighting alongside the Jedi. He’d even discovered the name of the Jedi that had saved you.

Kit Fisto.

He’d asked Echo about the Jedi when he’d checked on his brothers a few days after they’d returned. Echo had served with two Jedis who had worked with Jedi Master Fisto on a few occasions. From what Echo had told Wrecker, he had been amazing and kind. All the more reason you never believed that they’d turn traitor against the galaxy.

As for how his brothers were doing, it seemed the one they’d saved, Crosshair, was having a hard time adjusting to his new life. Wrecker, being the joy and light of the group, had taken it upon himself to try and help his brother adjust. A decision that weighed heavily on him. You could see it whenever the two of you would go silent at night. He’d stare into the stars and you could see the sadness peeking through the happy mask he wore.

But it was at night when the darkness wrapped its cool arms around all of you and lulled the island to sleep, did you see the true depths of how much the two you cared for so fiercely were suffering. If it wasn’t Omega suffering from night terrors and screaming herself awake, it was Wrecker tossing and turning in his sleep. You wouldn’t tell him that he kept you awake at night, that he spoke and mumbled about that day in his sleep a lot. That when you weren’t lying with Omega and stroking her hair until she was asleep once more, you were laying beside him listening to his words. Listening to how his heart ached from the pain and knowing that every morning he woke up and masked it all for the sake of his siblings.

So every morning, for the last month, you woke up before him and Omega, then got dressed and made them all breakfast. You’d pack three extra breakfasts and lunches for Omega to drop off at the inn as she headed to school and Doll would handle dinner. She’d send some fresh market supplies with Omega as she headed home for the three of you and you’d make dinner for your small family. During the time that she was in school, you would do your usual work around your shop and Wrecker would help you with whatever he could before checking on his brothers. The three of you would share dinner as Omega told you two about her day, watch a holo, shower, and then bedtime for Omega while you and Wrecker spent time together alone. Tackle whoever was struggling in the night and get whatever sleep you could manage. Rinse and repeat.

The routine had become almost second nature to you and through it all, you felt as though you were hiding your exhaustion pretty well.

Except you weren’t.

Wrecker had noticed your exhaustion pretty early on. But never could he pinpoint why you were so tired. Sure, every once in a while he’d be woken up by you holding him and telling him everything was ok. But it wasn’t enough to make you exhausted every day, was it? Most nights when he woke up, you were peacefully asleep next to him. That was until a few nights ago when he woke up to the bed empty, a night terror scaring him awake. In the darkness of the night, he’d followed the soft sound of your voice to see you sitting in Omega's bed with the girl's head in your lap. You gently stroked her hair and told her a story as she drifted. The next day as they both walked to the inn, he’d asked her how often you did that. When she revealed that it was nearly every night and that sometimes she heard him calling out. He realized that you’d been up every night taking care of them. On top of everything else you did for them and his brothers, it was no wonder you were so drained.

He’d made a vow to himself that day, that he’d do his best to wake up to Omega the next time she called out.

His chance came only a few days later.

You’d felt yourself beginning to drift when the familiar sound of Omega crying out echoed down the hall. With a quiet hum, you threw your legs over the side of the bed and began to get up. Wrecker's warm hand landed on your shoulder and pulled you back into the warmth of the bed instead. You hadn’t even realized he was still awake. “Wrecker? What are you doing?” Your name echoed down the hall from Omega's room making your heart ache to go to her side.

“I got her tonight. Get some sleep. sarad.” He leaned over and gently kissed your cheek before standing from the bed.

“But you need to sleep, Wrecker.” You savored the gentle show of affection from the clone. Aside from a few kisses here and there and the cuddling you did outside every night, the two of you hadn’t been intimate. You were far too exhausted at the end of every day to be in the mood and somehow you felt it was the same for your clone. The only difference was that his exhaustion was emotional while yours was physical.

Wrecker shook his head while standing in the doorway. “Tonight, you need to sleep, my love. Please, let me handle Omega.” You opened your mouth to speak once more but he heals his hand up to stop you. “Please.”

That beautiful pleading eye was enough to make you nod slowly to him. “Ok.” You couldn’t argue with him when he looked at you like that. He smiled at you and blew you a kiss before turning and disappearing into the dark hall. You could still hear Omega crying out and it made you worry that he wouldn’t be able to handle it. But soon his deep voice could be heard speaking to the young girl. Sighing softly, you leaned back in the bed and rested your head against the headboard with your eyes closed. With how exhausted you were, it would be easy for you to fall asleep, wouldn’t it?

-*-

Wrecker returned to your room thirty minutes later expecting to find you peacefully asleep. Instead, he found the light turned on and you sitting up, staring at the datapad in your hands. “Mesh’la,” he said with such sadness that it made you feel guilty for still being awake. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

You chewed your lip as you watched him step around the bed to your side. Kneeling beside you, he took your hand between both of his large hands. “It’s hard for me to sleep when I know she’s struggling.” Not to mention you had a good deal on your mind.

A soft sigh left the giant as one of his thumbs stroked your hand. “Thank you for taking care of her…and me. I’m sorry I haven’t said that enough this past month.”

“Wrecker, you don’t…” a thick finger was pressed against your lips, shushing you gently.

“Please, let me speak?” When you nodded slowly to him, he continued. “I’ve spent the last month lost in my thoughts and problems. Trying to juggle my feelings while helping Cross and keeping Omega as happy as I can. I was so distracted I didn’t realize that it wasn’t as hard as it could have been because you were ahead of me taking care of…” he shook his head in disbelief. “Well…all of us. Especially myself and Omega. You take care of my brothers, sister and I like we’re your family. You hold me and her nearly every night and soothe us from our demons. You make food and clothes for all five of us and still run your shop. All on very little sleep.” His eyes shifted to the datapad in your hand that had a holo of yourself and Chai on it. “And through all of that, you held yourself together when your dearest friend left the island. You’re…Stars, you’re so much stronger than me. I don’t know how I managed to get so lucky to have ya in my life. But thank you, Sarad. Thank you for taking care of me and Omega. I’m sorry I didn’t say that sooner.” He kissed the back of your hand with gentle lips while you squeezed his hand that was still in yours.

Reaching down with your other hand, you cupped his cheek and turned his face to face yours. “You don’t need to thank me for anything. Nor do you need to apologize. I don’t mind taking care of you. You’re going through so much right now. Losing a family member, especially one so close, isn’t easy and I want to be the support for you that I also had. I love you so much, Wrecker. I love Omega so much as well. She’s like the little sister I always wanted. Knowing what you’re going through and the pain you both must feel makes all these long nights worth it. If I had the choice, I’d do it all the same. I wouldn’t change a single moment of this last month.” You gave the hand that was still holding yours a slight tug, motioning for him to join you in the bed. With a nod, he stood and crawled into the large bed next to you. You repositioned yourself so that you both were looking at one another while also making it so he could see your datapad. “Chai leaving…hurts. She was a dear friend and trying to think of life on the island without her is…hard. But I have you, Omega, and Doll.”

Wrecker watched and you changed the holo to one of you, Doll, and Chai on the beach. “Would you have gone with her? If I hadn’t come back?”

You swallowed a large lump in your throat. “I’ve asked myself that question a lot today. Asked myself if I was in her shoes, if I’d lost the one I loved, would I leave?”

“And?” Wrecker watched you carefully, wondering what you’d say.

“I don’t know honestly. I want to say that I’d stay here for Omega. She’d need someone to help her through all of this through the loss of you. But at the same time…” you sighed softly while placing the datapad down and nuzzling into his chest. “Being here without you? It sounds like torture.”

His strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, a kiss being placed on the top of your head. “It’s hard to imagine my life without you. If I lost you I’d leave.”

“It’ll never come to that, thankfully.” Your eyes shut as he kissed the top of your head.

No. It wouldn’t. Wrecker would sacrifice his own life before allowing anything bad to happen to you. “Get some sleep, Sarad. Tonight it's you who should be held.” His arms remained tight around you as you began to drift. Tomorrow he’d make it all up to you. Pay you back for the month-long care you’d doled out to him and his vod. He whispered a gentle ‘I love you’ before pressing the light control beside the bed and plunging the room back into darkness.

-*-

You were confused when you woke up, the sun already high in the sky and your room glowing brightly from the rays. Why hadn’t your alarm gone off? If the sun was that high then it had to be well past morning meaning you were late for a lot of things. “Wrecker?” Pulling yourself out of the bed, you continued to call his name while heading out of the room. You found him in the kitchen. “What time is it?”

Wrecker turned and smiled at you, a pair of oven mitts very tightly on his hands. “Good afternoon, Sleepyhead.”

“I take it that means it’s past midday?” When he nodded, that big goofy grin on his lips, you sighed softly. That grin was contagious and even though you were upset about sleeping in so late, you smiled back. “Something tells me you have something to do with my alarm not going off?” You watched as he walked over to you and handed you a cup of coffee.

“Ya deserved to sleep in. Don’t worry, sent Omega off with food for the others like you do.” He watched you take a sip of the warm liquid and close your eyes in bliss. Good, you liked it.

You’d forgotten that he knew what he was doing in the kitchen. You’d done all the cooking since he’d been back. “You did? Thank you.” Wrecker stepped forward and took your hand carefully in the oven mitt. “These feel a little small.” You playfully squeezed his hand and the gentle giant laughed brightly while leading you towards the table.

“Might need to get some bigger ones.” He wiggled his free hand at you in the blue and green mitt. “Also told ‘Mega to take her time coming home today.” When you raised an eyebrow at him, he kissed the tip of your nose. “Was hoping you’d do me the honor of being my date tonight.”

“Your date? What’s the occasion?” To your surprise, he pulled off the mitt with his teeth and let it fall to the ground. The mug of coffee in your hand was placed gently on the table and with a smirk, he leaned in and kissed your soft lips. You could taste something sweet on his lips, perhaps from whatever he was cooking. Whatever it was, you enjoyed it. A hum left you as you enjoyed the sweet moment with your clone.

Wrecker ran his tongue across yours for a few moments before humming and pulling away. Your lips looked nice and plump for him as he licked his lips. “The occasion is that I’ve been home for a month and haven’t treated my girl to a single special night. Instead, she’s been working that cute ass of hers off taking care of me and my family. It’s time for me to take care of her instead.”

“Wrecker, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I don’t mind taking care of all of you. You’re all my family now.” To your surprise, he chuckled softly while shaking his head. “What’s so funny, strong man?”

“Just how you think you don’t deserve the galaxy on a platter for how amazing you’ve been. I don’t think there’s nearly enough I can do to show you how thankful I am for you.” He reached up and held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way your beautiful eyes sparkled. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life doing what I can.” He kissed you once more before pulling away and standing. “Starting with today being a relaxing day for ya.”

Stars, he knew just what to say to make your heart flutter. “That’s sweet of you, Wrecker. But I can’t just take the day off from my shop. I have shipments coming in. Plus, chores around the house that need to be done, alterations on Crosshair’s pants that need to happen, and…” his finger rested against your lips shushing you once more. It seemed to be the theme of the day.

“Shipment already came in and I moved it to the back of your shop. The old ladies are gonna keep an eye on things for the day and Magda has already started on Cross’s pants. Already did the dishes and made lunch for ya. I can handle some sweeping and laundry.” He’d done all these things himself growing up on Kamino. Surely it wasn’t that different here? His hand slid and cupped your cheek before running his thumb across your cheekbone. “Please, just relax today. For me.”

He was giving you the cutest puppy eyes ever right now and how could you resist that luscious brown eye? A small giggle left you while nodding “ok, ok. It does sound like you’ve got everything under control right now. But what do I do?” You weren’t exactly used to this much downtime.

Wrecker chuckled before kissing your cheek quickly. “Eat, first off. Then let me help you relax.”

The comment made your eyebrow raise. “And just how will you do that?” He’d started to head towards the kitchen to no doubt grab your food when he suddenly stopped and smirked over his shoulder to you. The look made excitement race through your entire body. It had been nearly a month since you’d last felt this feeling.

“Don’t worry, Sarad. I still have a few secrets up my sleeves.” He watched you bite your lip at the implications of his words. Good. It had been far too long since he’d been inside you. Something he’d realized that morning as he watched you sleep peacefully, the hem of your sleep shirt riding up and revealing your cute ass to him. He’d failed a lot when it came to you this past month. There would be every intention of making it all up to you now and boy did he have a lot planned.

-*-

“W-Wrecker! Ah!” Your head tilted back as tiny gasps left your lips. The clone between your legs grumbled something you couldn’t understand making your clit vibrate. His deep voice rumbling against your heat was driving you crazy. You were so grateful that Omega would be in school for another two hours. The last thing you needed to happen would be the girl walking in on her brother devouring your pussy. Though the chances of being caught by someone were still very much there. Magda and Sue could easily walk over from the shop at any moment and see you here with your legs wrapped around the head of the large clone. His face covered in your first release and no doubt soon, your second.

He could easily listen to you make these sweet little sounds all day. The way your body arched against his mouth and those sexy pants and cries of yours. Damn did they turn something inside him. Breaking away from your heat, he looked up at you through hooded lids. “Any louder and the grandmas in the shop might start to get curious.” You cried out a cute ‘it feels too good’ making Wrecker chuckled deeply while blowing his hot breath against the sensitive nub. “Good. I want my girl to feel as good as possible.”

His hot lips returned to your clit once more, making you whine and wiggle against him. “Please, need you inside me.” This felt good, really good, fuck it felt downright amazing, but you needed him inside you. You needed that closeness more than you needed air right now.

It was so damn cute when you begged. Wrecker broke his lips from you once more before moving your legs from his shoulder and down to his hips. He slotted his place between them and pressed his still-clothed bulge against your soaking core. Leaning over your body in a protective cage, Wrecker kissed you deeply. “Patience, Goddess. Can’t rush the best part.” Came in a rough whisper between kisses.

You could taste yourself in him and realized that you’d never tire of the mixed taste. You squeaked as a large digit found its place on your pearl and quickly you were crying out against his lips. “F-fuck, I’m gonna cum again.” His lips found your throat as your head fell back, a long moan of pleasure leaving you.

“Good girl. That’s right. Cum for me again.” He rubbed his bulge against your heat and sighed at the way you moaned his name. Did he want to fuck you into the couch right now? Maker, yes. But right now it was about treating you to the most amazing day possible in thanks for the past month. His pleasure would have to wait until later. For now, it was all about you. His other hand made its way to your heat, dipping into your soaked core with ease. “Look at that, taking three fingers today.” Looked to him like your pussy was ready for him now. Hopefully, that would hold throughout the day.

You nearly came at the feeling of the three thick fingers inside of you. It felt nearly as thick as him, just barely matching the girth of your lover. “N-not as good as your d-dick.” Your hips rolled against his hands as you tried to chase your release. So damn close.

“True.” Wrecker moved his lips to your ear and growled deeply. “We can compare later tonight when I fuck ya into the bed.” You cried out against him at the words. His fingers twisting as you did so hitting the spot inside you that would have you covering his hands. Rough lips pressed against the smoothness of yours as he swallowed your screams of ecstasy. Yes, your release tasted amazing to him but your breath as you peaked tasted even better.

Pants of exhaustion rolled from your lips as you rode out your release. The lewd sound of his fingers squelching between your now-soaked thighs filled the air, as did the unmistakable scent of sex. If anyone was to walk in now then they’d have a clear idea of what had just been done. “S-still want you.” Your eyes shut as exhaustion began to take you over. While your energy had been zapped, you were positive that you could find some extra stores to enjoy him. To your surprise, he shook his head no and pulled away from you. His fingers slipped from your heat making you whine softly. Brown eyes stared into yours as his fingers slipped into his mouth and he licked your release from the digits. A long sigh left the clone as he savored the taste and the heat that had just left your body and returned once more. “Please, Wrecker.”

The clone chuckled as he watched your cute little body wiggle with exhausted need. “Now, now.” His hand wrapped around your soaked thigh and squeezed it gently. “Gotta be patient. You’ll get this later.” He rubbed his bulge against your core before finally pulling away and closing your legs. “Give ya something to look forward to.” Wrecker winked at you before moving to get something to clean you up with.

“So is that a promise for later activities?” You leaned back on your elbows and watched him smirk at you before he disappeared down the hall. You took a moment to try and think about how you’d gotten into this position. How you’d gone from cuddling on the couch watching a romance holo to him wearing your thighs like earmuffs. You honestly couldn’t seem to pinpoint the exact moment. The last two hours had been spent in happy bliss with the clone running around cleaning while you watched patiently from the couch. The lunch he’d made you had tasted magnificent and you’d made a mental note to allow him to cook more often. The remnants of which sat on the small table in front of your couch. He’d made you a quiche Lorraine with a delicious salad on the side. It tasted magnificent and you’d found yourself falling for him even more. After you’d finished eating he’d thrown a load of laundry into the wash and pulled you into his lap to show you the holo his brother had recommended. What the premise was had been lost to you quickly as Wrecker had started his teasing. Now here you lay waiting for him to return to you. If this was what was in store for the day then gods help you survive.

Wrecker returned to your side within moments with a warm rag in his hand. Down the hall, the sound of the shower running could be heard echoing against the stone walls. He’d set up everything you’d need for a nice long shower. You’d told him one night before he’d left how your favorite thing to do was take a long shower where you got to just enjoy the warmth of the water running over your body. He’d pull a warm towel from the dryer once you neared completion of your shower to wrap you in. Then cozy clothes and off to your date. Leaning down, he kissed you sweetly with a playful twinkle in his eye. “It is.”

-*-

You looked up at the imposing ship before you. The Marauder. The ship that had brought your love to you and had taken him and his brothers away only to return with one less on it. It terrified you. The ramp was down and the clone you spent every night dreaming about stood in its entryway with his hand outstretched towards you. You shook your head free of the hundreds of worry-filled thoughts racing through it and stared at him. “W-what?”

“I asked if you would join me inside.” He watched you carefully, watched the way you shifted, and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He’d had a feeling that this would be how you’d react, it had been a gamble to decide to do the date inside the starship. But he wanted to help you with your fear. Because if you could get on a starship then he could show you the beauty of the galaxy outside of your world and take you to some of his favorite planets. Planets that you’d only dreamed of that he knew for sure existed out there. Wrecker walked down the ramp and stopped in front of you with his hand still outstretched. “The ship is off and I have no intention of turning it on. The door will remain open if you want.” He lowered his hand and sighed softly while moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. “We can sit in the doorway and eat if that’ll make it easier.”

The way that deep brown eye was staring at you was making your heart flutter. How could you say no to him when he'd thought this all through? “C-can we go slow?” He nodded to you and you slid your hand into one of his. “O-ok.” Wrecker turned and led you to the bottom of the ramp, waiting for you to take the first step. Your foot met the metal of the starship ramp with a soft thunk at the same time a lump began to form in your throat. Your heart raced with each ascending step until you were halfway to the door. It was starting to get harder to breathe. The world around you felt like it was caving in and soon the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

“We can stop here, Stitches.” Wrecker stood only two steps behind you, watching every one of your movements. He knew that if the roles were reversed then he wouldn’t want someone pushing him too much to face his fear.

You quickly shook your head while taking another step. “I can do this. Like you said. It’s not even on.” Stars, why did the air feel so thick? It was like you were breathing through a straw! Your foot raised to take the next step and suddenly it felt as though lead was tied to the bottom of it. Why was this so damn hard? It had only been…a year since the last time you’d stepped on a starship. It had been a lot longer than you’d realized. You forced your foot down and froze as you stood in the entryway to the ship. It was a lot smaller than you thought it would be.

The slowness with which you walked up the ramp worried Wrecker. This was too much for you. It was clear you were struggling. “Sarad?” He reached out to you, making you jump suddenly. You turned and uttered ‘I’m sorry’ before burying your face into his chest. “Shhh, it’s ok.” He rubbed your back gently, doing his best to calm you. Stepping back with you still in his arms, Wrecker tried to lead the way back down the ramp. But you stopped him, your foot raised as though you were trying to step backward into the ship. Perhaps he could help you? Take your mind off of the worry by distracting you?

“My love.” He placed his finger under your chin and tilted your face up towards him. “Have I ever told you about the first time I saw a nebula in person?” Your head shook slightly against his touch. “It was…breathtaking. Like staring at all the greatest works of art at once. Tech once broke down how a nebula was formed and what it was made of, but I didn’t listen. All I knew was that the way the colors danced together was mesmerizing. It was the first time I’d ever understood the meaning of true beauty.” He looked down at you and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. “But then I met you.” Wrecker leaned down and kissed you deeply. “You’re far more beautiful than a nebula. I want you to see one in person and truly understand how beautiful you are. One day I will take you to see the same Nebula.”

“I can’t even step foot on a starship. How can you be so sure that you’ll take me to see it?” You pressed your lips against his once more and savored the way they molded into yours. This man, this magnificent man, always knew how to speak to you. How to make your heart beat fast and your head spin.

“Because.” He whispered while pulling away from your touch. “You’re already part of the way there.”

“What?” You looked around and realized you were standing in the center of the starship. How had he done that? “H-how?”

Wrecker hummed sweetly while moving around you towards the little table with your dinner waiting. Behind you Gonky chittered as he slowly hobbled his way out of the ship and down the ramp, giving the two of you privacy. “You're easy to distract, my goddess.” He pulled a stool back and motioned for you to take a seat. “We can leave at any time.”

He’d distracted you so well that you’d easily backed into the Marauder without realizing it. Now that you were inside of the ship, it wasn’t too bad. How long that feeling would last was unknown but you’d try your best to enjoy the time that you could. You walked over to him and placed your hand against his chest, taking a moment to allow the feeling of his heartbeat beneath your palm to calm you. “Thank you.” You weren’t sure how many times you’d thank him during this. But something told you it would be a lot. You took a seat on the stool and felt Wrecker easily slide you forward.

“I hope ya don’t mind, but I used that roast you had in the fridge for our dinner.” He pulled the cover off the container that held your dinner to reveal the still steaming roast surrounded by potatoes and root vegetables. It was the first roast he’d successfully cooked, he hoped it tasted good.

Your mouth watered at the sight of the food before you. “Not at all. It looks amazing, Wrecker.” It smelled wonderful too. There was a chance he was a better cook than you. Perhaps you could have Omega be the judge of that. Though you did have the feeling that the girl would choose her brother's food over yours. Wrecker smiled that adorable crooked smile at you as he began to cut a piece off the roast for you, pride flowing off of him in waves. Gods, he was adorable. You took the moment to look around the small space you were in, getting your first real glance at the ship. It was small and compact. Towards the back, you could see a few bunks as well as a curtain at the top of a small ladder. You stood from your stool and walked towards the curtain. “What’s this?”

Wrecker looked up from the roast to you standing at the base of the ladder. “That's where Omega sleeps when we’re traveling.” He placed the utensils in his hands down and walked behind you. Reaching up, he moved the curtain to the side and motioned for you to climb up and take a peak. “Don’t got a lot of space here. So we made do with what we could.”

You carefully climbed up the ladder just enough to peek into the space. It seemed to be the perfect size for the young girl. A few curtains had been hung up to give her privacy with string lights being added for a warm feel. Her pillows and blankets were stored to the side while a few little trinkets funk doubt from their travels lay next to the pile. “Is this all she has?” Omega had arrived at your place with very little.

“We fled Kamino in a hurry. She wasn’t able to grab much. None of us were.” But they’d saved each other and AZI and that was enough for now. He watched you climb back down the ladder and turn to look at him. “Ain’t got a lot of space here so we try not to buy too much.”

“Oh.” Well now that they were staying here with you and she had her room. Maybe it was time to take her to one of the bigger islands for a shopping trip. Your eyes fell on a larger lower bunk. “Is this your bunk?” Moving around the large clone, you sat on the stiff material. It seems stiff and uncomfortable was the theme when it came to army-issued materials.

Wrecker rubbed the back of his head and nodded. “Y-yeah.” He should have cleaned up more before bringing you here. “Sorry bout the mess.” He motioned to the bundle of blankets at the bottom of the bunk and the few pieces of scattered clothes.

A familiar dark bag peeked out from behind the pillow as you looked around the bunk. “You kept it very close, didn’t you?” With a playful grin, you rolled onto your stomach and reached for the bag, only being stopped by two large hands around your waist.

“Kept it close enough to smell it every night that I slept. Might need to update it before our next trip.” The sight of you like this on his bunk was doing something to him. He’d seen you on your knees in front of him a few times now and while it was hot as fuck, it was never this hot. “Mesh’la, we better get back to dinner.”

His grip on your waist tightened making you hum and rock back towards him. “Dinner can wait, I'd rather be filled a different way first.” Besides, eating after a workout was always good for the body, right?

A low growl left Wrecker as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants against your ass. Now that he thought about it, if he fucked you here then he’d be the first to fuck someone in the Marauder. A tantalizing notion that was far too good to pass up. Watching his head, he leaned over and pressed his body against yours with one hand on your waist and the other snaking its way around your throat. “I’m gonna need to lock the door then. Can’t have anyone ruining your meal.” He nipped at your earlobe while pressing into your ass. “That ok?”

Fuck, was there anything hotter than him asking for your consent? Maybe the sight of him naked? It didn’t matter. You nodded quickly as your kind filled with all the delicious positions you could try out on the ship and in his bunk. You’d never fucked on a starship, how interesting and new it would be. His lips pressed to the side of your neck as he hastily kissed your skin before quickly moving to shut and lock the door. Its hiss filled the ship and for a moment that tightening pressure on your chest began to return making you feel like the walls were closing in. But then he took off his shirt so you could see those delicious muscles and the feeling began to dissipate. It seemed Wrecker was just the distraction you’d need to get through this. “Where do you want me?”

His deep brown eye watched as you turned and faced him once more. That sly and mischievous smirk on your lips. Your arms crossed in front of you and in one swift movement, your shirt was removed revealing a dark green bra. His mouth watered at the sight of the material covering what he wanted. “That bunk.” He motioned to the one across from his with a devilish smirk. “On Hunter's bunk.”

-*-

Hunter stared at the Marauder with a look of confusion on his face. He could have sworn he’d left the door open. It was Pabu after all. It wasn’t like someone was going to steal the ship and after the last time it had been stolen, Tech had put in a new system where their datapads would need to be in the cockpit for it to turn on. So why was the door shut?

“Gonk Gonk Gonk Gonk”

“Gonky?” Echo tilted his head as he stood next to his vod. “What are you doing out here?”

“Gonk Gonk Gonk.”

Amber eyes squinted as Echo translated out loud for Hunter to hear. “Wrecker asked you to give him and Stitches the space for dinner?”

“Gonk”

“Huh, thought Wrecker said she was terrified of starships.” Hunter shrugged while walking up the ramp towards the door. When it didn’t automatically open, he frowned.

Echo followed close behind and noticed the way Hunter's head tilted from side to side. “Maybe he’s helping her work on it? Speaking of which, we should find a way to thank her for all the food she’s been sending.” And the custom-tailored clothes as well. Echo watched Hunter place his ear against the cool steel and close his eyes, no doubt listening to see if it was a good time to enter.

“Ah, W-Wrecker. Fuck!” Your voice carried through the steel as well as the little pants and whines you were making.

“fuck you’re so damn pretty when you make that noise. Such a good girl taking all of me.” Wrecker’s deep bass of a voice was hard to miss as it mixed with your pants.

Hunter felt his cheeks flare at the sounds coming from inside the ship. Why him? Why did he have to be the one with enhanced hearing? He pulled away and headed back down the ramp. “Come on, we’ll grab the chip later.”

“Wait, what? Why?” Echo stumbled after the leader of their group. “We came all the way over here. If we have any chance of breaking the encryption on that datapad then we need Techs chip.”

“Trust me. Echo. It can’t wait until tomorrow.” There was no way Hunter was going to explain why they needed to come back later. He honestly hoped that Echo would figure it out on his own.

“What is stopping us from sneaking in right now and grab… oh.” The way Hunter was looking at him had suddenly made things a lot more clear. “Oh.” His eyes went wide. “oh!” Echo needed to wash his ears and eyes and maybe his brain now. He should have just listened to Hunter in the first place. Shaking his head and shivering slightly, he followed the bandana-wearing clone back towards the inn. “Better not be on my bunk.”

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[clownery-and-fuckery]

Extremely short little piece for you all based on one of my TechPhee headcannons!!! :D this was both self-indulgent and also a break from writing angst constantly lmao

Hope you enjoy <3!!

"Tired?"

Tech blinked, jolting up from where he was leaned forward. He looked around, eyes landing on Phee, who watched him earnestly.

"You're falling asleep," She commented, voice low. "If you're tired, we can go."

Tech blinked again, slow, and took in his surroundings. Hunter was serving Crosshair another platter, Tech swore it was at least his third. Wrecker and Omega were talking, though they looked as tired as Tech felt. Echo was leaned back, sighing contently as he listened to the bustle of the table. The chatter around him fuzzed out as he turned back to Phee.

"I can manage." He lied, resisting the urge to rub at his eyes until they stopped stinging. Phee tilted her head, a knowing smile. "Right," She nodded. "No shame in calling it quits."

"I don't need to." Tech winced when a familiar, almost childlike insistence that crept its way into his tone. A habit that only rarely came up. When he was tired. Phee nodded again, her smile only growing.

She tugged him closer, fingers wrapped loosely around his belt. "Well," She quipped, urging him to lean closer. "My shoulder's cold. Mind warming it up?"

Tech, despite his confusion, agreed and went to rub the warmth from his palms into her shoulder. She stopped him, and wrapped her free hand around his neck, guiding him to rest against her shoulder, head leaned against it.

Tech almost complained. The warmth that blossomed upon contact gave him pause, and he melted, sighing contently with his face pressed into his neck.

"Comfy?" Phee's voice rumbled as she chuckled from above, though Tech felt her swallowed thickly as he peppered kisses along her neck, a silent thank you. "Don't leave me too hot, now." She warned, but wouldn't let him pull away.

Tech hummed. The once overwhelming sounds of conversations faded as he relaxed into Phee. She was whispering to him, sweet words meant only for them, and he let his eyes drift shut. Phee smiled, hearing his soft exhale as he fell asleep.

Phee shared a look with Hunter, who glanced at Tech, then gave her a nod of approval.

They continued like that for maybe an hour, before Omega and Crosshair had joined Tech in sleep. It was a joint effort, moving them without disruption. Wrecker's hold was careful as he moved.

Phee turned away, having safely tucked Tech into their mostly shared bed, and paused when she felt a hand clasping her wrist. She turned, seeing Tech watch her, eyes half shut.

Phee went to comfort him, to ease him back to his slumber, when he spoke in a mumbled whisper, confused and drowsy.

"You're not staying?"

Phee found her heart stuttering at the innocence behind the question. "I can," Phee assured, quickly clamblering into the bed. "Move over."

It barely fit Tech, but she didn't mind the squish. Tech easily curled himself into her, turning his face to rest in the crook of her neck, like he belonged there. Phee reckoned he did.

Easily and happily, she snaked her arms around him, pulling him closer. Tech mumbled, voice heavy with sleep and his touch gentle as he drifted back off, sighing contently.

Phee watched him, a wide smile on her face she couldn't shake. She traced the features of his now resting face, admiring the way his nose scrunched and his hair ruffled.

"You've got me all soft, Brown Eyes." Phee whispered, pressing her lips to his eyelids. "You better stick around."

"Course.." Tech's sleep-filled whisper replied, turning to breathe strings of rapidly fading consciousness to her. Phee laughed, nodding along with him until he was incoherent. "Adorable." She whispered, tone fond.

Phee lost track of time, slipping off herself. All she knew were the comforts of Tech's steady presence, warm and solid as they slept soundly, away from their troubles.

#sw the bad batch #tbb tech #phee genoa #tech x phee #i need to make more phee content #separate from the ship #but later #for now we're keeping it soft

[axailslink]

I need a favor

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: you spoke out of your ass which leads to you getting confronted by your latest hookup. Your "girlfriend" Riri Williams is quick to take up for you for fifty dollars however this whole situation awakens a crush Riri wasn't aware she had.

A/n: hehe let's go back to our fanfic Wattpad roots and do the ole "I need a favor" plot.

Warning: ⚠️ Riri jokes about one of the sides characters height but to be honest in my mind this character is like big like I could beat your ass big.

You run in Riri's room panting as you lock the door and strip yourself of your shirt and pants she just lays in bed confused but doesn't pay it any mind she's used to you doing shit like this. "Love I need a favor" she turns on her side "I'm listening" "you're my girlfriend" Riri sits up confused "what? No I'm not" "yes you are you're my girlfriend and we've been dating for two months and we have a very normal sex life okay?" Riri stares blankly as there's a knock to her door you hop in bed beside her in your undergarments and lay on your side as you act sleep. "Is this really what I signed up for when we became best friends?" You laugh "just open the door and play my girlfriend I'll give you fifty bucks" she nods as she opened the door standing in her sports bra and gym shorts "yo?" A girl stands there and looks past Riri "Y/n?" Riri closes the door and steps out "you know my girl?" The girl looks Riri up and down "yo girl?" She nods "yeah so like I asked you know my girl or you showing up unannounced for some other reason?" She nods at Riri "yo girl should keep her fucking mouth shut about shit that ain't got nothing to do with her" Riri knows that she's playing a role but there is no way she was just gone let this bitch talk about you. This woman has clearly lost her mind. "My girl can say whatever the fuck she wants to" you crack the door open holding the cover to your chest "babe come lay down it's cold" the girl stares you up and down "you need to keep yo fucking mouth shut" Riri steps in front of you "like I've already said Y/n can say whatever she pleases." Riri pushes you in the room and closes and locks the door. "that was a big bitch warn me next time I am five foot fucking one she towers over me" you cover her mouth and laugh giving her a moment to calm down. "So what happened?" "I told her girl that we was fucking on the low and we were and she needed to know that. I ain't about to be a home wrecker. I then lied and said I had a girl who could beat her ass... That's where you came in." Riri glances you up and down "you always put me in shit that bitch is built like a basketball player and she looks like one too. You sure she ain't on the basketball team? She looks like she wants to dump me into the net and I won't fight back." You laugh and go to her box storage/chair and look through it grabbing your gun "I'm sorry I couldn't find my gun if I could I wouldn't have put you in that position" Riri shakes her head "you keep your gun in my room?" You gently grab her face with your free hand "don't worry it's on safety but you can never be too safe especially here."

Riri shakes her head "give me my damn fifty dollars" you laugh as you grab your wallet and count off fifty before giving it to her "thank you" you kiss her cheek but she grabs your arm "but for real stay here today she didn't look like she was playing with you" you shrug her off "if every woman hid from every bitch in the universe that didn't like when she spoke her mind we'd have a lot of scary bitches in the world and I ain't one." Riri nods "I know Y/n but you are always playing with fire that girl was not playing with you for real for real. So just stay here I'll get a couple of friends to escort you to class." You smile and nudge Riri's shoulder "awn you worried about me?" "Duh dumb ass you was fucking that big bodied... She could throw me I'm calling the football team. She work out don't she?" Everyone could throw you including me... "Yeah she does a little weight lifting" Riri gasps "yep. Calling my friends on the football team you are not about to get me jumped."

Riri was dead serious. She called whoever was available and had you escorted to your classes. Riri was slumped when you got back to the dorm but your panicked knocking woke her immediately she opened the door quickly. "What's wrong baby? What's wrong?" You close the door and lock it before looking at her for a moment baby? Someone is still very much in character. You shake your head and think back on the current problem "her girlfriend is following me I didn't even know about her until today." Riri can't help but laugh "I mean you were fucking her girl" you groan and slap your forehead. "Once again I did the right thing I told her "aye your girl ain't as loyal as you think and I don't want to be in the middle of y'all shit" why is coming for me?" Riri laughs but a hard knock to her door causes you both to stare at each other.

"I'm not opening that" Riri mumbles as you grab your gun and put it in the back of your pants "if her girl built like Mike Tyson I'm not about too open the door for Muhammad Ali." You can't help but laugh at Riri and open the door slowly "look I ain't got nothing to do with y'all I just was trying to let a girl know." She pushes the door open and Riri stands in front of you "who is she?" The short woman asks Riri speaks up for herself of course "her girlfriend" she blinks obviously confused. "Hold the fuck up you was fucking my girl while you had a girl?" You look at Riri panic written all over your face "we're in an open relationship" Riri comments and shrugs "I don't appreciate you inviting yourself into my room." The girl nods "I just want to ask you one question you seriously didn't know?" You nod "I don't fuck people in relationships cause this happens. I let you know because that shit wasn't about to be on my conscience. I'm not a bad person at all I would never let you find that shit out on your own." Riri stays in front of your hand planted on your thigh.

"Right that was sweet of you...y'all cute though I wouldn't be sharing" you look at Riri and almost burst into laughter but Riri keeps a straight face "I ain't got no problem with you sis I was just curious carry on." She leaves you and Riri and you let out a breath of relief while Riri turns to you offended. "What was so funny?" You smile "she thinks we're a cute couple" she doesn't smile "well I know I'm not ugly so... What you laughing for?" The smile on your face only spreads "remember when I used to have a crush on you? All of that just came flooding back it's kind of funny is all." Riri nods finally letting a strained smile hit her face.

"You never told me how you got over that crush by the way..." You hum as she backs up "we became best friends and I didn't want to ruin that." Riri couldn't lie caring for you all day and protecting you may have woken something inside of her that she wasn't truly aware of. "I think we'd be a cute couple just saying" you laugh it off while Riri sucks her teeth in annoyance of her new found feelings. "I guess it's my turn to remember we're best friends I don't want to ruin that" Riri mumbles to herself and shakes her head.

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For Spicy Headcanons!

🧠 safeword and 😳 common kinks for Dogma, Wrecker, Hound, and Kix?

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Thank you so much for the ask!! It feels like forever since I've done these. AND "RARE" clones too? 😍

Okay here we go! Below the cut incase spicy isn't someone's thing or under 18's are about.

🧠 safeword

Dogma -it would be simple and straightforward. Red or Stop.  Possibly Gev! (Mando’a for stop it). I don’t see him going for anything that would need an alternative to stop. He doesn’t like grey areas.  

Wrecker -Also a couple options for him. My first thought was Lula since she is a comfort item.  However he might not want to associate his comfort item with sexy times. If that is the case I think it would be another comfort item or food.  Like Mantell mix. Of course with Wrecker a missle could be a comfort item.

Hound -I also think he would use Gev!  This is also from a headcanon I have (with no basis and probably evidence to the contrary in canon) that the animal handler troopers would use Mando’a for commands for the animals. So it would be a firmer stop than stop if that makes sense?

Kix -Two different ways this could go. First you have edgy exhausted Kix that lives on an hour of sleep, caf, and anxiety. That would be Umbara, or another battle with either significant losses or the planet he first lost a brother he was taking care of.  

-Practical in cases like these I outrank you Kix probably would pick something basic and familiar that he uses day to day. Bandage or  med pack or the color of his favorite or least favorite ration bar.

😳 common kinks

Dogma -Main common kink would be lingerie on his partner.  -Praise Kink. But it has to be “justifiable” not just praise for no reason.  -But oh does he like to earn that praise 

Wrecker -Kind of a size kink. But to him everyone is smaller. It’s just going to be a matter of pointing it out.   -Praise. So much praise for his partner. Will be filthy praise though. 

Hound -Bondage and orgasam control.  -He will tie his partner up and edge them for what feels like hours only to go right into overstim.  -They will be a puddle when he is done. 

Kix -Sensation play. Does not like to hit the actual painful end of the scale.  -Will not be willing to go any further than what a good bacta ointment will take care of before morning. 

I will definitely take more of these asks if anyone wants to send them! Spicy Headcanon Ask Game

Spicy Dogma Divider by @freesia-writes and @powdered-kneecaps

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Rough Stuff: Wrecker x Sick!Reader

Warnings & Info/Notice: She/Her pronouns for Reader as this is based on a dream I had when I was sick a year ago (writer's block is a mother…) so there's some fever-influence to the shenanigans and plot before "Bounty Lost" of Season 1; first time I've ever written something about our beloved Clone Force 99 crew (minus Crosshair in this fic) so be gentle with me. 👉👈 

No real need for an age warning for a comfort+fluff piece, mentions of medical paraphernalia, great chance for inaccuracies: some are purposeful to reflect Reader's sickly state, some are likely genuine writer error because I am long overdue for a series re-watch of TCW so references and characterizations might be result of misremembering. Star Wars swearing present. Dialogue heavy.

Word-count: 5,813

Blastdoors hissed once, twice. Off to the left, weary feet and stiff shoulders were freed of mud-caked footwear and heavy supply pack before venturing further into the modified housing space. There was a comfortable and easy silence painted over the place for once, no immediate indication anyone else would be here to the unfamiliar passer-by. 

"Did you hear that?! She's back!" 

Something stopped beeping in the distance momentarily. "Hear what?" 

"Hah! Course Tech wouldn't have been able to hear anything other than his little toys!" 

"They are not toys, Wrecker; it's important to make sure all my diagnostic equipment are in proper working order on a regular basis to avoid delays during critical moments. Like on Bracca."

One could be almost entirely sure the others would be glancing at one another by now with the silent look of Oh Maker, please make it stop between whoever had been lucky, or unlucky, enough to catch another's eyes.

"Guh, I don't want to go back to Bracca any time soon, once was enough for me… But, uh, h-how do you know it's her, Omega?" Light and speedy footsteps lead up the stairs as at least three of the Clone Force 99 members come to welcome a friend back home. "Hunter said she almost always steps to the left of the blastdoors to take care of dirty footwear and her gear when she gets back if she doesn't have to talk to Cid first. Right Hunter?" 

Right Hunter? was just a rhetorical question, one Tech hadn't quite yet caught onto before Omega was already excitedly hugging the young woman before he would've had the chance to express his concern had the young Clone been wrong. "Ome-! Oh, nevermind, I see that you're right. Welcome back, [_____]. Good to see you safe." 

Responding with a drained smile for the moment, she released Omega and scooched the pack across the floor as more of the modified Clone unit joined her and the others upstairs. "Certainly glad to be safe, Lotho Minor and its acid rain was not something I prepared for… And uh, whatever that other planet was that I went to on a hunch looking for whatever it is Cid wanted didn't pan out either. Uh… Bogano! That's the one. Need a couple of nights of solid sleep before I try again. She's not going to like it if I told her any of that. Did find something else, at least." Bending at the waist to lift the pack off the floor and up to the table there was a sharp, short little crackling sort of sound when she inhaled that most picked up on.

Hunter's frown deepened when this provoked a cough she was fighting to stifle. "Y'alright, kid? Sounds like you've got the wind knocked out of you." Unsuccessfully hoping to put his concerns to rest with a dismissive wave of her hand and another stifled cough, she put on the best smile she could with a short chuckle. "I'm fine, Hunter. I just kicked up a lot of dust on Lotho Minor, I'm sure whatever settled into my lungs is just working it's way loose over time. Don't worry about me." Hunter certainly wasn't convinced, but he would let it go for now. After the brief hell they went through on Bracca with another one of their own succumbing to the inhibitor chips (fortunately for a short period of time, thank the Maker) and the scare that gave everyone, he wasn't exactly ready to put his men through another potential stressor so soon after all that. Ciddarin "Cid" Scaleback's other "employees" had their own set of stressors. Clone Force 99 largely kept to themselves as they navigated this changing galaxy for safety, and others did the same. Times like these you'd be smart to avoid rubbing into too many shoulders… but the young female scavenger was a little different.

Hunter trusted her well enough, scrappy and capable of holding her own, but she really didn't sound or look well presently. But there was no sense dwelling on it now when Omega and Wrecker were buzzing with excitement about her return. "Well, if ya say so." 

"Well, Hunter, I do," she teased, swatting the back of Wrecker's hand as he reached into her pack with a gentle laugh, "and leave that alone, silly. There's some delicate stuff in there. I was going to pull it out in a moment, don't go snooping." He gave a sheepish smile, stroking the back of his head a few times to soothe his guilt over touching her belongings without asking first once again. "Let's seeeee… found a few old components and scomp links that Tech or Echo or both may find useful for something or just mess around with. A surprising find you might like Hunter: a perfectly good blowtorch-zapper-drill-thing I don't know the proper name for; practically brand new! Think it's called an All-Kit? And, uh…" she came to an awkward pause in the middle of pulling something out once more, face falling from the bright smile she'd previously had. "I know it's… not something you all like to talk about much regarding what happened to your teammate, someone who felt like a brother to you guys; but if he ever does come back around and everyone reconciles, I found a nice scope that I hope Crosshair would like… b-based on what little I've heard." 

Omega laid her hand over the squeezing fist the resourceful scavenger was pushing into the table to stop herself from getting too emotional in front of everyone, so young and only able to do so much realistically. "That was awfully thoughtful and nice of you, [____]. I think he'd appreciate it. Be happy to know that you saw something and it made you think of him even when you haven't met him. Makes you a good person, in my opinion…" 

"Heh… Thanks Omega," she was pulled into a side-hug for a moment while [_____] brushed away tears with the back of her other hand to compose herself, "o-oh, and this is for you. I found a little droid I'm sure you'll have some fun with to get him up and running in no time. And noooow, I think the little guy got smooshed down to the bottom of the pack because it was the first thing I found; so sorry about that Wrecker. But I think he'll be okay! I thought your Lula could use a little friend." Freed from the pack, she passed over the souvenir to the final Clone who hadn't been given something yet.

It was a soft toy, roughly the size of a young Bogano Bogling, fashioned to look like a Loth-cat. That is, if a Loth-cat had floppy ears and were a little chubby; it was clearly a toy meant for and once loved dearly by a little child somewhere in the vast galaxy. One button eye was loose and there was a small split in one of the seams on the tail, but they were in decent shape otherwise. 

"Awwwh, thanks kid. That's real nice of ya. Like 'im already!" 

Smiling warmly after being swept into a vice-like hug, the young woman started to reply before her voice became a little faltered and scratchy. "I'm glad, I thought you might! I'll be happy to give him a little bit of TLC in the morning when I've had some sleep, and a chance to c-clear my lungs a- a bit more-!" Her shoulders jerked violently with each cough that had taken her by surprise, quickly found and given a chair to sit in with the wind knocked out of her just like that. 

Hunter hadn't let it go since the crackling sound even after she insisted she was fine a few times once she caught her breath (and Wrecker repeatedly apologized for another one of his crushing hugs not for the first time). Something definitely had settled into her lungs, but not on Lotho Minor since this hadn't started since arriving on Bogano. 

"Tech, we should run a health scan."

"Right. I'll have to sanitize and pre-"

"Less talking, more doing, Tech." 

"R-right, sorry." 

-x-

"She's contracted a bacterial infection."

The young woman blinks rapidly, eyes jerking over the room before she looks back to Tech. "What's that mean? You saying I got sick from something out there on Bogano?" 

"Well it didn't start until a few days after getting to the planet, so it is the most likely place for you to have gotten sick with some sort of respiratory infection based on what you told me before your health scan."

Wrecker grunted in confusion from the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest nervously. "Now wait just a sec, I thought you said this was a bacterial thing! Now it's a respi-something infection? Which is it?! I'm all confused!" 

Sighing sharply with a few wags of his head, Tech adjusted his eyewear before explaining things to Wrecker, pecking away at his datapad. "What I meant is it's a respiratory illness caused by a bacterial infection. Maybe even fungal, or from certain types of spores, depending on what plant life [____] came across during the trip she made to Bogano, on a hunch. But since we don't want to stress her respiratory system further, I can't ask her a lot of questions at this time; I'm trying to find flora, other environmental occurrences or elements that could have caused this or explain it for now. Fortunately for her, it doesn't look to be life-threatening. For the time being." 

Omega jumped down from Wrecker's knees and scoffed, "Well that's a cheerful thought, Tech…" scooping Lula off the floor, Omega laid her down on one of the flat surfaces near to [____] before she began tugging at the dusty sleeves of the woman's clothes, "you should wash up and get some rest. You haven't been sleeping well." Eyebrows jumped just a fraction, a tell of a nonverbal question. "You've got lines under your eyes, here and here, and you're a bit unfocused. Easily distracted or staring off in the distance. Drooping posture. You need a nap." 

"Oh do I," The scavenger laughed, lovingly threading her fingers through Omega's short crop of hair the way she often did, "is that an order?" Wagging her head and laughing with her, Omega tugged her sleeves again and pulled [____] behind her. "Nooo. But I can tell you over and over again like it was an order!" 

-x-

Koff! Koff! 

These coughs were getting worse. It was now plainly evident that [____] had gotten more than just a "little ill" like Omega had hoped when she noticed that it had been several hours since she'd gone to lay down "just for a bit" and planned for waking up around lunch. She had slept several hours past lunch, when she did wake up [____] looked somehow even more exhausted. And sicker. 

So much sicker. 

"By the Maker, you don't look so good, kid. I wouldn't-!"

"Echo, shh!" Omega hissed urgently, "Cid might hear you!" The Bad Batch were trying to keep Cid from finding out about her scavenger's health status before Tech could determine the contagion level, but now after Echo had called out to [____] to keep her from leaving her bunk it was unlikely the Trandoshan woman hadn't heard anything from the temporary quarters. 

The Trandoshans were known for their thrills in the hunt, so what could be said for Cid? Perhaps she had excellent hearing, or Echo was really loud. It was everyone's best guess to say it was both. Cid wasted little time getting down to the blast doors, but was unable to open them. "What's going on in there?! And why is this locked?!" Hunter gave Echo a silent oh, you've really done it now sort of look before he stepped up to the blastdoor and hovered his hand over it's control panel in case the Trandoshan was working on opening up what might be a necessary barrier in the event Cid's scavenger picked up something particularly contagious and severe.

"Afraid we can't let you come in, Cid," Hunter starts, "[____] got back earlier and she's not feeling well. Tech is trying to see if it's serious, so we're keeping everyone in until we know." 

"Sick!" Cid spat from the other side, "Why wasn't I told sooner?!" 

Echo nudged [____] deeper into the borrowed bunk (Wrecker's), short of using a disciplinary tone of voice with her for leaving it in the first place across the living quarters while their leader dealt with their employer. "Apologies," Hunter offered in a measured voice, "we had hoped to get the work-up completed so we could present everything at once, but it's taking longer than Tech anticipated." Hunter could practically see Cid heave the frustrated sigh he heard. "Can't Goggles hurry it up?"  

Tech was bowed over his datapad in a separate corner of the quarters, scowling and squinting at at least three different screens he'd been cycling through. He hadn't spoken to or even seemed to hear anything his brothers asked in at least the last hour and a half since lunch while he scrutinized current findings. "He's doing the best he can," Hunter promised, having faith his brother was doing everything and more to get that work-up sorted, "he'll get it done." 

"I'm not worried about him not getting it done, dark and broody, I'm worried about having at least… HunterTechEchoWreckerOmega[____] - SIX people not in any fit state to do jobs for me! I'm not running a quaint little hotel on some Outer Rim planet, here!" Hunter was uncertain if Cid meant to sound so callous, but he had the feeling it was Cid's way of worrying for them. If six people couldn't work one of her jobs for them, they couldn't receive pay. Though… Cid might be more upset about the interruption to her cash flow. "The moment Goggles figures out what's wrong with her, you better be snappy about contacting me." 

As expected. "Yes ma'am," Hunter grumbled with a note of bitter annoyance. "I'll be certain to." 

-x-

Whatever it was Tech said she had was past the most contagious period, thank the Maker, but she felt awful. Breathe too deeply and her lungs would give a sharp crackling before the prolonged coughing fits began. A hot wash in the showers again would make her too dizzy to be safely unattended, worried she'd faint. She felt submerged in Mustafar's lava fields one minute, and spelunking in Hoth's ice caverns in another. Her kriffing bones hurt. She couldn't sleep. But if she left the bunk, she was worried she'd wake up one of the men in the room; born and bred for war, they likely weren't deep sleepers (at least that's what she figured). She'd undoubtedly wake up their leader, Hunter, or perhaps Echo, who dealt with the chronic and residual pain of the cybernetics and phantom limb syndrome after his… experience on Skako-something… that usually made it difficult to fall or stay asleep some nights. 

She didn't want to get another concerned but well-meant lecture from either of them, and Tech… Well: If she woke him, he'd probably turn a voice of concern into a scolding tone without meaning to or being entirely aware he was doing so. She wanted to avoid that. Omega was going to be concerned about her and wake one of her brothers to help if [____] disturbed the young lady's sleep. 

And here, [____] wondered while stifling another cough what the snarky sharp-eyed sniper might do if he was woken… she'd heard so little about him. Crosshair. Skilled marksman. Sided with the Empire. An inhibitor chip. What was an inhibitor chip? She didn't know. She didn't feel like grabbing a datapad next to her to find whatever she could. She was just so tired, and she didn't know how much longer she could lay here with her entire skeletal system feeling heavy with pain. Would getting up to take something for the pain even help? Could a painkiller even touch this kind of pain? It'd be worth a shot, at least. 

She tried slowly swinging one leg out into the room to slip out from the low bunk, but the careful movement to avoid waking anyone was surprisingly painful. "Ah, kriff!" She hissed in a sharp whisper, unable to sit up without the feeling of a thin blade violently jabbing every one of her joints. 

"Y'alright, ad'ika?" 

Who said that? [____] looked out into the dimly lit room in surprise, trying to figure out who she had accidentally woken up. Wrecker. But he looked like he'd been awake for a while, sneaking back into the room from the kitchen unit perhaps. Mm… there had been a lack of soft snoring when she thought about it. "Ad'ika?" Wrecker asked again, stepping closer with a look of concern etched in his face. 

Ad'ika… had a number of meanings, none of which [____] could remember right now. It was hard to think about multiple things right now, it almost hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut, sighing, trying to recall what she just heard him say. Maker, everything hurts, make it stop, make it stop… "Wh-what…?"

"I asked if you're alright," his voice rumbled above her now, then she could hear him settle down on one of his knees so he wasn't looming above her or speaking right in Omega's ear where she lay in the bunk above [____]'s, "I mean, I know you're not because you're sick an' all, but- y'know what I mean." She didn't, and her silence spoke for her, so Wrecker tried elaborating. "Erm, trying to check on you, I mean. You really don't look so good right now. Are you having trouble breathing again?" 

"No," the woman sighed carefully, feeling the ache in her lungs starting when she caught herself taking a deep breath by reflex, fighting the need to cough, "not really. My whole body hurts. Even my bones. I was gonna try to sneak out of my bunk without waking anyone to find something for the pain, or just something to make me sleep so I could ignore the pain, but it hurts to move." 

"Not the usual pain after one of your jobs for Cid?" Wrecker hazarded a guess. "Is it because of the virus Tech said you have?" 

Khoff-KOFF! "Think so…" 

Wrecker just frowned upon the reply, voice dripping with sympathy when he next spoke. "Awh, poor ad'ika. There something I can get ya?" She wasn't certain what to ask for; something to dull the pain, or something to make her sleep? Would it be safe to take both? Just what did ad'ika mean? She's heard Wrecker call Omega that once, right?

Too many questions, too little focus. Too many aches and pains and symptoms to be dealing with so late into the night. Her brain was too frayed and raw after the unsuccessful scavenge where she was prepared to face Cid's furious disappointment if she'd been caught home empty-handed and now this virus and… at least one awake Clone, kneeling near the edge of the bunk in quiet worry while [____] stared at him in a dumbfounded haze. 

"Would you get me something to help me sleep if you answer something for me first, Wrecker?" 

He blinked, puzzled by the request. "Ah, sure."

"What do you keep calling me?" 

"Ad'ika can translate to "kid". An' a coupl'a other things like ‘sweetie’ too that I'm sure I'll remember later… It's Mando'a. I-I can stop callin' you that if you want." She shook her head, Wrecker just looked at her with uncertainty for a moment before he got off his knee and went to find something in some stash of medical supplies Echo had been hoarding for the Batch in a corner of the living quarters. "If you say so, kid."

"Ad'ika."

He couldn't be sure why it sounded like a request, rather than reassurance, coming from her in a timid, breathy whisper. Maybe he was imagining things because she looked so miserable and sick. Humoring her wouldn't hurt anything. "If you say so, ad'ika." Wrecker tried to sort through Echo's box of supplies as it was, but ended up dumping it out on the table so he wasn't wasting time getting something to help [____] get to sleep by digging around every little box when he could just lay it all out and go from there. He'd put it all back in the morning. "Here, this looks like the righ' stuff!" Wrecker whispered back to her triumphantly, giving the little foil packet a wiggle back and forth in victory. "Alright ad'ika, should be asleep soon with one of these. Can I get ya anythin' else? More water?" 

She just shook her head, taking her tablet with a careful swallow of water, both of them hoping she doesn't cough in the process. It wouldn't take long at all before she would hopefully be asleep. "That's okay, Wrecker. I think I'm just going to try getting some sleep now… so tired." 

Wrecker just chuckled softly, saying nothing as he tucked the blanket over the scavenger once she was laying in the bunk. Heh, yeah I bet... Echo threatens to use them on Tech when he's not sleeping mildly reasonable hours. "Sleep well, [____]." 

-x-

Omega dropped out of her bunk in lieu of using the ladder some mornings, a habit some of her brothers weren't keen on her developing in case of situations where one of them unwittingly became her crash-pad. Yeah right, like it'll ever happen… Omega had said on more than one occasion.

Omega fell into Wrecker's lap, waking him suddenly and pouring further salt in the wound by trodding on his hand while she scrambled to get off him. "Ouch! Omega!" She could feel her blood ice over with guilt for hurting one brother and waking the others, Hunter out of his bunk before she could blink. "I-I'm sorry, Wrecker! I didn't know you were down on the floor, I didn't mean to!" 

"Omega-"

"Awh, I'm fine! Just scared me awake is all." Wrecker interrupted Hunter's see: this is why I keep telling you lecture with a laugh, not looking upset in the least. "Takes more than tha’ to hurt me!" 

A finger went up across the room after eyewear was situated and adjusted. "Except you clearly said "ouch", Wrecker. And if Omega didn't wake [____], you certainly would have." Wrecker groaned, knowing Tech was right that he probably just woke their friend who was feeling poorly. "Whoops… sorry about tha- oh." Incredibly, she was still asleep when Wrecker turned to apologize, unbothered and unaware of the startling sibling drop-in just an arm's reach away minutes ago. This virus was clearly pretty rough on her, she looked so pale and feverish under the single blanket even in the dim light before any additional overheads were activated. Echo hobbled stiffly from his bunk to flip on a few of the overhead lights, oblivious to the mess of medical packets and boxes on their one and only large table on his way past. 

Oh right. Wrecker was on his feet in a flash, accidentally bumping past Omega. "Oh sorry! I need to-!" 

"What happened to my med box?" Echo asked the general room almost sternly, looking both annoyed and confused at the sight of the medical paraphernalia in an unholy mess after all the trouble he went through organizing it just recently. "…did [____] have trouble digging through it for something last night while we were all sleeping? Oh I knew I should have found a crate with compartments and labels!" 

Echo was waved off, shooed away from his pet project before he had a chance to begin clustering everything by type. "N-no, it was me, I'm the one who made the mess, Echo." Wrecker confessed, giving his brother a sheepish, timid look as he sorted the supplies. He was afraid Echo would be mad at him, feeling bad that he'd made a mess of everything when he should have just switched on a light or something in order to locate something to help the ailing woman who couldn't muster the energy to shuffle into her own lodgings. "She looked in pretty rough shape when I came back from getting a snack and some other stuff and I wanted to do something to help and I-I made a mess trying to find something to help get her to sleep, I'm sorry. I'll take care of it." he continued, tenderly lying boxes on their narrow ends along the sides of the container the way he vaguely recalled them being in. 

Echo sighed in good humor, flicking his hand dismissively in the direction of the table. "Oh honestly, just leave it for the time being. M'not mad. And we'll probably be using a good deal of these supplies while she's sick, anyways… just dump everything back into the box so we have a clear surface for breakfast for everyone." 

"Even [____]?" Omega piped up softly, wondering if they should wake the scavenger. Hunter gave the proposed question some thought. Should they? Or just let her sleep and get her something to eat later? What did they even have for food within their living quarters at Cid's Parlor? It'd been some time since he remembered making a supply run that didn't involve Echo collecting medical paraphernalia and included food. They had to be low, just between the five of them, but now with [____], who they were taking care of... He couldn't guarantee that breakfast would be filling this morning without hoping some shops were open early. "Wrecker, how much food do we have?" Hunter knew that since Wrecker admitted to getting a snack, he'd have a better idea. 

"Ah," Wrecker mumbled, his expression making Hunter nervous, or disappointed, that Wrecker had had more than just a 'little snack' when they were low on food, "I forget… think I gathered at least a crate's worth from one of the late night shops for us. Got lots of soups that she likes, since I thought they might help while she recovers, too. No one feels like cookin' when they're going through some rough stuff." 

"I hope you didn't have perishables." Tech spoke up with a grimace, seeing the crate on the counter looking largely untouched.

"Oh Maker, let it go already." Echo grumbled, tweaking his scomp link and leg the way he normally did to ease the typical morning pains in his residual limbs. "That was one time. Do you really have to keep bringing that up? You wouldn't like me bringing up the last time you made a mistake. Like the time you played the mating call rather than the territorial call for that mission with Senator Binks on-" 

With the authoritative voice of a commanding officer, Hunter was quick to put an end to senseless posturing and provocation. "Enough. Both of you. We all have made mistakes on this team and it does us no good to badger our brothers about it like petty, personal grudges. This squad… needs to be sure we have each other's backs without questioning loyalty or our headspace all the time." Seeing the look on Omega's face, Hunter realized his words were perhaps harsher than he meant them, betraying inner feelings by indirectly bringing up their wayward brother. Questioning loyalty. Nobody had been questioning loyalty. He shouldn't have suggested that. 

Omega shuffled on her feet with a great deal of discomfort, blink-rate speeding up as she looked close to tears. "Hunter… That was too far."

He shouldn't have suggested that at all. "I'm sorry, ad'ika. You're right..." It was a meager apology, but it'd have to suffice for now. [____] was starting to stir behind Omega's back, a sharp and raspy crackle in her inhale. A warning: her lungs' irritation was probably stronger due to dehydration. "Omega get her some water, quickly." Maker, please don't be getting worse. "Easy, ad'ika, sit up slowly now. Take a slow, deep breath, Omega's getting you some water." The scavenger looked parched for certain, but she was also having trouble sitting up unassisted, her skin hot under Hunter's touch. Was her temperature spiking? "Maker, she's burning up." 

"Oh dear." Tech could be heard mumbling, hastily exiting his bunk with datapad in hand at Hunter's beckoning. "This does not look good. When was the last time her temperature was taken, Tech?" 

"My records say before dinner. It was elevated, but fevers generally rise later in the day so that is nothing unusual. Did you notice any increase in severity when you were awake with her last night, Wrecker?" 

Wrecker shook his head slowly, trying his best to think back before he himself had fallen asleep in front of his bunk for the night while [____] had slept in it. "I don't think so, Tech… she just looked like she was in more pain than anything an' couldn't sleep, didn't really think it was the fever." He wasn't comforted by the look that crossed Tech and Hunter's faces, unsure how those expressions meant anything other than worry as Tech brusquely stalked across the room to locate a temp-reader in Echo's medical crate. "Awh man… Did I screw up?" Did I make her worse?

Tech was careful to say nothing while he assessed both skin and oral temperatures with the reader and made a note of it in a data log, considering the weight and tone of his words while seeking answers. "Her temperature has climbed quite high now… You, hmm, were just making the best judgment call at the time, Wrecker. Based on what you said, I suspect that the pain was a result of rising fever. I was not awake to observe anything, so I can't speak with complete certainty other than assure you you did not "screw up"... and had only tried to help as you were asked. She will be fine." 

That was the most important thing. She would be fine, he hadn't done anything to make her worse that couldn't be taken care of easily enough here at Cid's Parlor. "Good… tha's good." Wrecker mumbled softly, feeling unfettered relief in those words from his brother while the scavenger was coached to take a careful swallow of water from a hydropack by Hunter. 

"Aw, don't look so w-worried, Wreck… I'll- khoff! - be okay." [____] remarked softly, cautious of the dry wheeze in her lungs when she spoke. "Jus' have to uh… t-take it pretty easy for a while, probably. Oh. Cid's not gonna be happy about that…" 

"Heh!" Wrecker scoffed, trading places with Hunter so he could get up and sort out breakfast for the six of them, "Don't you worry about Cid. You just leave her to me and focus on gettin' better again, ad'ika. Which, uh, hopefully won't take long if you're past the contagious period... right?" He nudged Tech with the edge of his elbow carefully, asking in a roundabout way if he had any idea. 

Adjusting his eyewear, Tech lifted the datapad to his face and puzzled over some numbers for a moment.

"She is past the most contagious period, correct. I would estimate… another five days of current symptoms without running additional tests. Perhaps after we've all had something to eat, I can do the additional health scans and find out what this infection is," he paused for just a moment, chewing half of his bottom lip in thought. "If that's what [____] wants." Tech added with some hesitation, making efforts to be careful of his words since Hunter had given everyone one of his many flavors of knock it off speeches. "There's time to think about it. If you'll excuse me, I believe I'll go help Hunter prepare things for breakfast. Echo, you haven't hidden any medical paraphernalia in the shelving by the cold-unit again, have you?" 

"Don't think so, but I oughta check." Tech and Echo exited the sleeping quarters, leaving just Wrecker and Omega to keep the sick scavenger company until the morning meal had been completed, whether it was a rare morning something was cooked, or everyone just had a portion of a ready-made meal from one of the shops parceled out to them. (There's only so much nutrient paste a sentient being can stomach before they long for real, identifiable foods.) The last time to [____]'s memory the Batch tried to do a little cooking, it'd been something typical of the foodstuffs they'd grown up on on Kamino, and Cid was, puzzlingly, none too pleased about the smell. Everything smelled fine to the scavenger at the time with the foodstuffs, so the situation pitted employee and employer against each other, one of the few times that the members of the Batch had seen their friend they'd hardly known long at that point very angry. 

Hoo boy, had that been a sight to see: the generally quiet and kind scavenger drawn up to her full height in all her fury, lashing back at Cid for unfairly critiquing the cuisine these Clones had been raised on when the Trandoshan herself hated remarks about the kinds of lunches she often ate from the Kashyyyk system and her home planet. It wasn't often that Cid's employees stood up to her, but at least when they did, Cid was likely to give them a couple of days of space (and maybe some degree of love-bombing) to let the troubled waters settle again. 

That didn't sound too bad, actually. Maybe get everyone on board to pretend her condition was a little worse than it actually was, give Cid a little pushback about needing to, y'know, really make sure everyone stayed healthy, and relent to the idea proposed yesterday that her friends would help take care of her while she was fighting this "rough" virus in the meantime. 

Noting the growing smile, Wrecker just chuckled softly with some degree of confusion, curiosity getting the best of the gentle giant. "Whatcha smiling about, kid?" 

"Oh… I think there's a way I can make sure it's more than just me who's getting time off for being sick." [____] mused idly, a second smile lazily blooming across her face as she made a casual lean into Wrecker's well-muscled chest after he'd put an arm around her and Omega once she sat down on his bunk on his other side at his offering. "I'll leave Cid to you, don't worry Wreck, but I've got a good idea of what to say that will get her to listen… I've known Cid long enough. Enough to make her nervous." 

It was all she had to suggest. 

And not long after breakfast, suddenly that rare component for an N-1 Starfighter the scavenger had been tasked with finding for a pushy client with deep pockets could almost miraculously wait just a little longer.

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[arctrooper69]

What Hurts the Most

A piece I wrote as a gift to @staycalmandhugaclone featuring her OC Doc and my Jedi!OC Danika. Set sometime after the season 2 finale.

❤️ Thank you for giving me permission to post this ❤️

Doc x Danika

WARNINGS: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING. Viewer discretion advised. This is a bit darker than my usual fics. Suicidal ideation, self harm, survivors guilt, blood, medical care. Major angst but there's a good amount of comfort.

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I couldn’t help myself.

The knife was in my hand, fingers curled tightly around the handle. It was almost surreal, but some part of me knew what I was doing. Some secret, sick, violent part of my mind urged me on, begging me to end things right here and now.

I don’t know why I did it. It just kind of happened. The knife seemed to slip as if it had taken on a life on its own and I was simply a passerby watching as the edge slid across my skin, drawing such a beautiful red.

It would make the pain go away. Of that I had fully convinced myself. The deeper the blade sunk, the more I found myself sinking along with it. Those heady crimson rivets fell like waterfalls and I wanted nothing more than to let them wash me away.

Let the Force take me like it took so many others before me.

It was only fair. Why did I have to be the one left behind again and again? I was nothing.

I was angry.

What did I do to deserve all of this? Why was I destined to fail each and every time I tried so hard to reach for success? What was the point of being a Jedi when there was no one left to save?

I had failed them. I had failed all of them. Master Plo. Lia. Echo. Hardcase. Fives. Kix. Comet. Sinker. Commander Wolffe. I couldn’t name them all and that broke me too. What good am I if I can't even remember the names of all the lives I could’ve saved?

All the Jedi? I remembered some.

Asher. Kylah. Willa. Torik. The younglings I pulled from the burning Temple. They were all gone now too - a testament to my weakness - only proving that I didn’t have what it took.

And Lia.

My precious Lia. Sacrificed herself in battle to save her men and I wasn’t there to save her. I felt her life flicker out like a candle and a part of me was gone as well. Maybe Master Plo knew, though he never said anything. I found myself wishing that he did - that maybe it would’ve been enough for the Council to throw me out - to spare me of all the pain to come.

Then Kix.

I’m so sorry, Kix.

Gone. Dragged away by Separatist droids as I lay bleeding in the street, unable to do anything but scream for them to stop - as if they’d listen to me. Powerless. Unable to help.

More like unwilling.

I should’ve forced myself to move. I should have willed my body back together. The Force could’ve done such miraculous things. But not through me.

The cybernetics in my spine ached - a gift from Master Krell. I tallied Umbara as the highest price for my failures. Allowing my anger to save and defend the honor of lives that would ultimately be lost anyway. Brother against brother orchestrated by Krell’s own hand.

Another unforgivable act.

I should’ve been able to face him. I should’ve been able to subdue him - to protect my men - not be flung aside like some helpless child. Maybe Kix would’ve been able to save more of his brothers if he hadn’t had to come and save me.

The thoughts came faster and more chaotic as they came, swirling and spiraling ever downwards like the blood that fell from my wounds.

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I could hear footsteps now, thundering up the stone pathway. Quick and deliberate.

The sky was so pretty tonight, sun sinking low over Pabu’s golden beaches. The way it fell reminded me of others I had failed to save in one way or another.

Crosshair. Tech. Omega.

“Doc, get up here! Hunter!” Wrecker’s voice was loud. I didn’t mind though. The way his footsteps made the sandy ground tremble could have rocked me to sleep. It would’ve been peaceful. Finally success in something I could control.

It was taken from me then, knocked violently from my hands. Some stranger’s voice cried out as Wrecker’s vice-like grip locked around my arm and wrist, desperately trying to keep that crimson from flowing smoothly into the dirt. It wasn’t fair. That strange voice crying out for him to stop couldn’t have been mine. The pleas for him to let me have some semblance of control couldn’t have come from my lips because that would mean I had failed once again.

“Dani, why?”

I didn’t know his voice could sound so broken.

The agony of my reality didn’t hit me until Doc’s medkit hit the ground with a thud ringing though my head like her voice barking out orders.

I’m sorry, Doc. I just couldn’t take it anymore. It hurt too much. Please understand.

“Cyar’ika, why?” The crack in her voice hurt worse than the screaming icy sharpness that coursed nearly unbearably up my arm as she did what she was meant to do.

I found it endearing how easily she’d picked up the Mando’a from her boys.

Her words may have been gentle but her hands were not. I hadn’t realized how deep that blade had gone until her fingers pinched together the pulsing artery beneath my skin, forcing such a gutteral cry from my chest at the white hot sharpness she inflicted so ruthlessly.

I tried to run - to jerk away and hide from the agony of Hunter’s willing hands which twisted and wound the tourniquet obediently under Doc’s command, but I found that Wrecker’s arms, though gentle, held me fast.

Her voice was gentle with an edge of disappointment now - all of it laced with a quiet heartbreak. I couldn’t help the tears that streamed down my cheeks, nor the whimper of pain that tumbled over lips that had begun to go numb.

“I’ve got you, Dani. Look at me.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. I couldn’t bring myself to see how my actions had cut her just as deeply as the knife I’d used on myself.

“I need you to look at me.” Her fingers glided beneath my chin, caressing the same skin that she had kissed only hours before.

I wondered if she noticed how I watched her lips tremble as she brought my face up to look at hers. I wonder if the same shame that gripped me, now held her in its claws as well. I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t her fault. I wanted to tell her that I loved her and never meant to hurt her like this.

“I’m sorry...” The words that leaked breathlessly over my lips were all that came out. I didn’t know what else to say.

The determined look she’d set over eyes shielded the tears I knew lay beneath. They were the same tears she had shed so long ago when she told me about her past. It seemed so long ago now, almost in a different life. I’d fallen in love with her then, though I wasn’t sure I’d ever told her that.

Had I failed her too?

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

She made no sound to answer me.

I couldn’t stop the hissing moan as she folded my arm over my own chest and pulled me into her arms.

“I know, cyar’ika. I’m sorry.”

My head felt so heavy. With so much weighing me down, I couldn’t fight how my head rested against her shoulder.

“Doc… let me help. I got her.” Hunter’s voice sounded strained, like I’d added another thousand pounds onto his already heavy shoulders. I couldn’t help the tears that came again, burning hot with shame that choked me like a fist around my throat.

I wondered if she knew how I felt that spike of protective instinct shooting through her soul as she stood, cradling me against her chest, pulling me closer and ever so slightly away from the concern of the others. I wondered if she was aware of the regret that weighed so heavily on my chest. I hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

Her feet moved quickly with practiced purpose down the stone steps and across the landing platform.

“How can we help, Doc?” Wrecker’s voice echoed through my ears and her reply sounded almost comical as it warped and blended in and out with everything else. All I wanted to do was stay here in her arms. She was warm and safe. Everything felt different with her.

I could’ve floated into a dream where everything was alright again. A dream in which the weight of our actions had no effect on the galaxy around us. It was just simply us. Doc and Danika. What a beautiful world that would be, and I wondered briefly if she ever felt the same.

The sudden cold hand of reality cruelly pulled me back once again beneath fluttering eyelids and that thin cot of the medbay I was suddenly placed upon.

“No, no, no. Danika, don’t you dare!” Her voice was sharp. Panicked fingers pulling desperately at the lids of my eyes, forcing me into a sudden, uncomfortable wakefulness. I couldn’t help the twinge of despair in realizing she’d once again pulled me back to her.

I would only fail her again, and even that thought flooded me with a tangible guilt I could feel in my mouth.

“Don’t do that again!” She nearly shouted in an angry relief. “I won’t lose you too!” Her voice quieted, “I can’t…”

I could only turn my head to regard her under lidded eyes that were aready threatening to close again. I found myself unable to keep from shivering as I watched her gather what she needed in frantic movements.

I nearly smiled. It took a certain kind of courage to efficiently do what needed to be done even when the life of someone you cared about was on the line.

“Here.” She layed a blanket over me. Her eyes were kind but oh, so tired. It was the kind of tired where even a thousand nights of sleep would not ever been enough.

Her hand felt cold as she brushed the hair from my neck with nimble fingers. She held the autoinjector in the other.

“Just a pinch,” she warned, smiling in a sad, but comforting expression as I met her eyes.

I barely noticed the slight burn of the sedative she’d given me as I felt it pull me into the grasp of unconciousness. A terror suddenly gripped me tighter than anything I’d ever felt before and I felt myself fight how that sedative pulled me down. I couldn’t let myself be taken away like this - not when she meant so much to me. I knew then, whatever it took, I had to fight to stay with her. She was my rock. I was hers. She would be my reason to keep living.

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Gentle fingers weaving through my hair, woke me slowly.

The door to the medbay hissed open. “How is she, Doc?” Hunter’s voice held that same tired concern as it had before.

The fingers in my hair paused their movements. “I think she’s starting to wake up.”

“Do you think we should - “

“Yeah,” her curt reply cut him off. “She’ll stay here for awhile. Just so I can keep an eye on her.”

“Good. I’ll give you some privacy then.” The door hissed shut and she sank into the chair with a sigh.

“Hey…” I whispered. She stiffened, pulling her hand from my hair. She stood up suddenly, moving her hands as though she didn’t quite know what to say.

“Hey!?” She repeated incredulously. The sudden sharpness of her tone startled her as much as it did me. “That’s all you have to say to me!? Hey!?” The anger she’d tried so hard to convey, cracked at the last few words. She took a breath as if to calm herself. My chest felt heavy. I knew I’d hurt her, but I hadn’t realized just how much.

“I…” I began.

“Oh, no.” she interrupted me, a fire ablaze in her eyes. “You don’t get to talk just yet!”

I fell silent.

“H-how dare you do something like that! How dare you…” her voice cracked as she collapsed back into the chair beside me, placing her forehead on mine, pressing so hard I could taste the salt of her tears on my lips as they fell. Her hands gripped my face as though she was afraid if she let go, I’d slip away once again.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” The anger in her voice was gone now, replaced only by grief and sorrow.

“Am… am I allowed to speak again?” I asked timidly, hoping a small grin and some infantesimal amount of good humor would help lift that awful weight from her shoulders.

She chuckled with a broken sniff as she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, “Yeah… I guess you can. Maker knows, I can’t stop you once you get started.”

It was my turn to chuckle.

“I… I’m so sorry,” My own words breaking over emotion I couldn’t hold back any longer. She wiped the tears with her thumbs as they flowed.

“I… Sometimes it’s just so easy to get all caught up in my own head,” I sobbed.

She moved, sitting on the cot beside me, lifting me so that my head rest against her chest. The beat of her heart was soothing. I could sit there forever and that sound would be all I needed to sustain my living.

“I know, she said, placing her lips on the top of my head. “That’s what I’m here for though, right?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, closing my eyes, leaning into her embrace as she wrapped herself around me.

“Promise?” She asked.

“I promise.”

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[neon-junkie]

I PRESENT TO YOU: MY BAD BATCH HC'S

-Hunter has to sleep with noise-canceling headphones to not wake up with a headache

-Whenever Omega has a bad nightmare, she'll usually crawl into Hunter's bunk and fall back asleep

-Has happened so often that it becomes a routine and Hunter barely wakes up each time she crawls in

-Crosshair loves to read and can be found reading late at night or in any free time they have

-Whenever the batch is out in a city, Wrecker has made it a habit to put Omega on his shoulders so they can keep track of her, and also he knows what it's like to be amazed by new surroundings so he wants to give her the best view to look at everything

-Hunter and Tech would teach Omega different alien languages. Cross would abuse that power and teach her all of the curses in each language. Always has a shit-eating grin whenever Omega says it to anyone rude to them while Tech and Hunter's faces pale

-Wrecker would introduce a bunch of movies to Omega and they both make it known when movie nights are happening and that the whole squad better be in there otherwise Wrecker will be yeeting their asses in there.

-Echo would be the first one to discover Omega's love to draw and will always get her art supplies whenever the batch makes a run for supplies. Echo and Wrecker let her paint on their helmets as do the rest of the batch. Crosshair always surprisingly seems to have protective vanish around whenever Omega paints onto his armor.

-Since having the chip removed, Crosshair becomes more on edge and increasingly protective over his brothers and Omega. Having lost his vision from the engine, he becomes more alert and can sometimes sense things before even Hunter can.

- As another result of the chip, Crosshair has found it harder to get close or open up to his brothers, having intense waves of guilt for what he has done. However, his brothers are quick to make him realize that he is still their brother no matter what happens. It does take Omega's help to get the batch back together like old times though. It ended up with Hunter being the last one to fully 'forgive' Crosshair but it is mostly him trying to forgive himself for leaving his brother behind.

-Crosshair will go on long walks with Omega whenever they have free time to explore new planets, sometimes they'll go just to talk or to find Wrecker cause he managed to get lost 

-Crosshair and Wrecker come up with the idea, and when the rest of the batch hear it for the first time they join in, having Omega's artwork tattooed onto their bodies. Each one is a symbol that is close to them. 

-Echo would get a blue neon arrow tattooed onto him, right where he has Rex's handprint tattooed, that is the same arrows from the weapon he helped teach Omega how to use.

- Hunter would get the moon dragon Omega was able to track down for the first time tattooed onto his arm and it would wrap around his forearm up to his bicep. 

- Tech would get Omega's first-ever sketch tattooed onto his bicep, it would be a band with 99's three codes written in Mando, the outside of each band lined the dates of each mission they go on. 

- Wrecker would get all of Omega's doodles tattooed onto him,  his favorite being Lula’s face that is combined with the skull of the batch's symbol with herbs surrounding it were lined along their favorite shop to go get Mantell Mix. 

- Finally Crosshair, would get one of Omega's proudest pieces she created, it being the batch's symbol and it being surrounded by the neon lights from Cid's bar to moon phases and stormy clouds on Kamino, where she drew all the images she saw in the clouds when she got bored and let her imagination run wild. 

I hope you find them as fun as I did when I was writing them teheh, up next is my Bad Batch Western AU if you are interested!! I hope you have a wonderful day babes!! 💕💖💕💖💕

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[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Defective (The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader)

Chapter 2: A Lot To Learn

Previous Chapter

Chapters 1-7 are on AO3

Word Count: 2.4k

You slumped back against the ship’s wall in exhaustion, you’d been doing your best to keep Omega occupied and you were both exhausted. 

You didn’t even notice when your eyes closed. 

“Y/N?” Omega asked and you turned your head. 

“I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a bit Omega, don’t- don’t worry about me” You said as you fell asleep. Omega soon joined you, cuddling up to you in exhaustion. 

“Well this is a first” Hunter said when he came in to find the two of you cuddled up together. 

“Inspecting every corner of the ship finally tired her out” Echo said from beside him. 

“Though I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/N actually sleep” He said humorously. 

“There’s a first time for everything I guess” Hunter said before Tech announced you were approaching Selucami.

The exit from hyperspace jostled you awake. 

“Are we there already?” You asked as you walked into the cockpit, you saw the colorful planet get ever closer through the window. 

“Time seems to pass faster when you’re asleep” Tech said and you smiled sheepishly. 

“Sorry about that, I was so worn out after everything” You said as Tech initiated the landing gear. 

You walked out with the squad and smiled, stretching your limbs in the warm sunlight. 

“Oh how I’ve missed feeling the sun on solid ground” You said happily. You looked back at the ship to find Omega looking in wonder at the scenery around her. 

She was ten years old and had never left Kamino so this was her first time feeling the ground beneath her or the rays of the sun on her skin. 

“What’s with her?” Wrecker asked and you chuckled. 

“It’s her first time on another planet” You told him quietly, allowing Omega the time to immerse herself. 

“Come on, let’s get moving” Hunter said after Omega joined the rest of you. 

You walked for a while through a nice forest and some farmland before Hunter stopped you all. 

“What are we looking at?” Omega asked curiously. 

“A booby trap.” Hunter said plainly before Wrecker walked up to it. 

“Single trip wire, that’s cute” He said as he stepped over the wire. What he didn’t realize was that there was a sensor after it. 

Suddenly a bunch of battle droids popped out around Wrecker and he began shooting and shouting.

“Easy Wrecker!” Hunter told him and the larger man looked embarrassed. 

“Was- was that me?” He asked, not yet putting his gun away. 

You turned your attention away from him though once you felt two more force signatures approaching. 

“What do we have here? More clones who have lost their way” A lavender Twi’lek woman said as she approached with a shotgun blaster. 

“It’s been a while fellas” The man beside her said and it took a moment to recognize that he was a clone. 

“I’m assuming these are your friends Hunter” You said from beside him and he nodded. 

---

Hunter’s friends took you to their home, you all sat down around the table as Suu- the Twi’lek woman- gave you something to drink. 

“I see a few new faces” She said as she handed you your cup. 

“Echo, Y/N, Omega- Cut and Suu” Hunter introduced and you smiled, nodding towards the both of them. 

“Pleased to meet you” Suu said.

“Thank you for your hospitality” You told her in return.

“Where’s Crosshair?” Cut asked Hunter and he looked conflicted, almost guilty. 

“It’s complicated” He finally answered. 

“Sounds familiar, Rex told us about the clone troopers turning against the Jedi” Cut said and you looked away. You’d hidden your lightsaber under your robes for yours and everyone else’s safety and you knew that most people couldn’t recognize the robes of the jedi medical corp as easily as they could normal Jedi robes. They probably thought you were just another straggler the squad picked up. You were after all wearing a medical coat that covered the natural colored tunic you wore. 

“You talked to Rex? When?” Echo asked. That definitely got his attention. 

“Oh- he passed through yesterday” Cut told him. 

“Where’d he go?” Echo pressed but Cut just shrugged. 

“Didn’t ask. He was going on about some behavioral implant” Cut explained and Omega came up beside you. 

“He must mean the inhibitor chip” She said. 

“What?” Echo asked.

“Inhibitor chips, the Kaminoans implanted them in the clones to modify their behavior to be more perceptive to following orders” You explained and the rest of the squad looked at Tech. 

“Tech, you said the regs were programmed but you never mentioned a chip” Hunter said and Tech looked confused. 

“How else did you think it worked?” He asked and you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

Just then, almost to ease Tech of any further judgment, two kids that looked to be Human, Twi’lek hybrids, came running in towards Cut and Suu. Wrecker greeted them happily and they ran into his arms, calling him uncle Wrecker. They quickly took off back outside to play, taking Omega with them. 

“They look much older than three” You told Suu once her husband and Hunter went outside to watch the children. 

“They’re mine from before I met Cut if that’s what you meant” She said and you nodded. 

“He’s a clone so I wouldn’t put it past his biological children to age faster and I didn’t want to assume” You told her and she nodded. 

“So, you’re some kind of doctor?” She asked and you nodded. 

“A healer, I didn’t study medicine in university to earn the title of doctor” You told her and she nodded. 

“This is quite the life you have here” You told her and she smiled proudly. 

“It’s just us out here, no one to bother us and no one to come snooping around” She said. 

“I guess it’s how you’d need it, you can’t risk anyone finding out about Cut” You said and she nodded.

“Do you ever get lonely out here?” You asked and she took a moment to think. 

“Sometimes, but the kids keep things lively and we’re happy” She said and you thought back to the temple, and to Kamino. You’d never been on your own before, or even just with such a small group of people. You've lived your life with a greater purpose to achieve and a huge amount of people to surround you but you couldn’t do that anymore. Any life you’d have now had to be more secluded. For your safety as well as for everyone close to you. 

---

Cut and Hunter left and came back after failing to get tickets on board a transport off of Selucami. 

Apparently the empire wasn’t allowing transportation off world without a chain code- a new way to track people within the galaxy and as a deserter Cut couldn’t get one. 

Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, You, Cut and Suu were all inside trying to plan how to get Cut and his family off world when Shaeeah- Suu’s eldest- ran in. 

“Mom! Mom- it’s Omega, she went out past the fence!” Shaeeah said and you all ran out to see what was going on. Suu grabbed her shotgun and ran up to the roof while the rest of you ran to the edge of the fence. 

A large creature was walking towards Omega, teeth barred and ready to pounce. You could feel it’s hunger through the force and you slowly walked out past the fence towards it and Omega. 

“Nobody move!” You yelled over your shoulder but they didn’t listen to you as Suu shot at the creature. You managed to redirect the shot but it scared it even more. 

“Suu don’t shoot!” You yelled at her as you approached the creature, arms out in a calming motion. 

You carefully stepped between it and Omega, allowing her to run back to safety. 

“Y/N move!” Suu yelled to you but you stayed put. 

“Hey, it’s okay buddy” You told the creature softly, pushing feelings of calmness and safety through the force. 

“I’m not going to hurt you” You said, allowing it to place it’s snout in your palm. 

“And you’re not going to hurt me either” You continued, petting it with your other hand. 

“But I need you to leave my friends alone, okay? They won’t bother you again” You told it and it whined a bit before calmly turning around and running into the forest. 

“Everything’s okay!” You said, turning back to everyone. 

“It won’t bother us again” You explained as you walked back behind the fence. 

Cut was comforting Omega, you could feel her insecurities through the force and you decided to send her some comfort as well, though you knew she wouldn’t feel it like you would. 

You stood beside the squad as Cut took Omega inside. 

“All in all, I would say that could have gone much worse” Tech said and you nodded. 

“Could've gone better if you’d listened to me” You grumbled and Echo turned to you. 

“How did you do that anyway? It just, let you tell it what to do.” He said and you nodded. 

“Animals have a much stronger connection to the force than non force sensitives of most intelligent species, I just used that connection to calm it down. It was picking up on Omega’s fear” You explained. 

“It also wanted to eat her” Tech added and you rolled your eyes. 

“It’s an animal, they can only follow their base instincts” You pointed out before Hunter changed the topic. 

“Tech, do you think you can forge some chain codes?” He asked and tech took a moment to think about it before nodding. 

“I only learned of them moments ago, but yes.” He said. 

“Then do it. We’re getting Cut, Suu and the kids on that shuttle.” Hunter instructed and Tech and Echo left for the ship.

---

“So, you’re a jedi?” Suu asked you once she found you meditating alone on the roof.

“No. I was with the Jedi Medical Corp, I never made it to the rank of padawan or Jedi Knight.” you explained. 

“But I am force sensitive, if that’s what you meant” You said, echoing her own response from earlier. 

“And yet you are traveling with a group of clones” She pointed out and you nodded. 

“They helped me get off of Kamino and allowed me to travel with them, I won’t hold them accountable for what others like them did” You said, looking out at the horizon. 

“Is that why you asked me earlier, if it ever gets lonely living so far from others?” She asked and you looked down at your lap. 

“Since we left Kamino I’ve known it’s only a matter of time before I have to find somewhere to hide. As long as I’m around people I’m putting them in danger” You said, pulling your lightsaber out of your coat. 

“But when I saw how happy you were, well maybe I don’t have to be completely alone” You said. 

“The difficult part is finding someone who understands you, settling down is the easy part” She said and you smiled. 

“Tech is going to forge chain codes for you and your family, we’ll help you get off of this planet” You told her and she nodded. 

“Thank you” She said and you turned to her. 

“No Suu, thank you. I can feel your passion, your love in the force around you. It’s rare to find someone so good” You said before standing up. 

“The galaxy needs more people like you, good people.”

---

Suu lent you a cloak and you, Hunter, Wrecker, Cut, her and the kids made the journey into town to receive the chain codes from tech and Echo. 

Everything seemed to be going good. 

“The chain codes are en route with Omega” Tech reported through Hunter’s comm. 

“By herself? You let her go by herself?” Hunter questioned Tech.

“Well I didn’t let her go-” Tech tried to explain but Wrecker gave the crate he was carrying to Cut and ran off to help Omega anyways. 

“She ran off on her own” He explained. 

“If something happens to her-” Hunter began but Suu cut him off. 

“Like I said, kids always find trouble” She said, putting a comforting hand on Hunter. 

“Wrecker’ll find her Hunter, she’ll be fine” You told him. 

You heard blaster fire before you saw it. Cut was about to do something drastic before Omega came up to you running. 

“I’m here! I have the chain codes” She whisper yelled, handing them to Cut. 

“Tech accidentally made five disks instead of four” She explained.

You looked at Hunter confused, Tech wouldn’t make a mistake like that. 

“I’m going to wait for you by the impound facility” You told Hunter as you made your way towards the sound of blaster fire. 

You weren’t the best fighter but you could navigate your way around a blaster and it seemed like the boys needed some help. 

You vaulted over the wall and landed on a trooper. 

“Nice going Y/N!” Wrecker said and you smiled, running behind cover next to him. 

“I’m a bit rusty, I haven’t been in a fire fight since before the war” You said, grabbing a blaster from the ground and shooting. 

You set your blaster to stun, you really didn’t want to hurt anyone. 

Hunter joined you soon after, grabbing a blaster and taking cover beside Tech. 

“What are we waiting for?” Hunter asked Echo, who was trying to unclamp the ship from the impound facility so you all could leave. 

“The system’s not responding” He explained and Wrecker went over to try to force the system to respond. 

“There are too many of them, we need to move” You said, over the sound of blaster fire. 

Wrecker managed to force the clamp open and Hunter signaled for you all to board the ship. 

You ran on board and helped Tech with the launch sequences. 

Hunter and Wrecker covered your escape and you were surprised to see that Omega had come back as well. 

“I’m glad she’s back” You said to no one in particular after Omega left the cockpit to talk to Hunter.

You settled into your seat and closed your eyes. 

“Wake me up if something important happens, I’m gonna get some rest” You said, closing your eyes and you heard Echo laughing. 

“You got it Doc” He said and you decided not to correct him regarding the title.

#the bad batch #reader insert #gn reader #gender neutral reader #the bad batch x reader #star wars #star wars animated #star wars the bad batch #echo x reader #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #clone force 99 #tbb teach #jedi reader

[kaylakenobi]

I did this a while ago with Marvel characters, but now I'm hyperfixated on Star Wars so here's this:

Star Wars characters as weird things my friends have said (can you tell who my favorite characters are lmao) :

Anakin: Let's trust fall off a cliff

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Obi-Wan: I'll cheese grate your tongue.

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Hera: Learn how to do a fourway!

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Obi-Wan: Do you want to be a psychologist or a psychologist?

Anakin: You just said the same thing twice!

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Zeb: The grinch doesn't even hurt ppl, he just takes away their joy.

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Luke: I'm not racist, I eat cauliflower and broccoli.

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Rey: I'm not trying to race you in my 2006 Toyota camry dude, I'm just trying to get home.

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Fives: I will smack you out of that wheelchair.

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Luke: Oml gay kind bars

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Padme: I Gotta gaslight gatekeep girl boss my way through life

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Ezra: Where is my other sock!- oh I'm wearing it.

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Anakin: You just gotta follow the serotonin man

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Luke: I'm gay and men are too headache for me.

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Cody: I'll take the teeth the lord so foolishly decided to put in your mouth.

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Anakin: I cant mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one boys

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Ahsoka: For the LAST TIME I am a LESBIAN I'm not trying to steal you're boyfriend! He smells like doritos anyway.

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Rex: I’m not jealous, Flavio, I’m GAY

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Ezra: I just have this happy personality in this sad soul. It feels funky in a not snazzy way.

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Echo: You can't delete your internet history from God.

Fives: Yes you can, ctrl + astaghfirulla

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Obi-Wan: I have this very rare thing called common sense, a lot of people don't have it because I'm just better.

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Caleb (child Kanan): Cannibalism is frowned upon in most countries.

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Ahsoka: Why are the watermelon shaped like little caskets?

Anakin: Shut up, be grateful, and eat your dead people.

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Kanan: I cant even raise a spider, how do you expect me to kill a child... wait

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Padme: Omg Anakin, just bc you lost your hand doesn't mean you have to cut off your son's hand too.

(Yes my friend actually said that while we were watching Star Wars)

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Omega: We can do left! Harry Styles will help us through it!

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Han: You can't just kill your father omg.

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Leia: Like okay you can have your lame hospital drama, I’ll have romance death and dragons.

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Omega: I'm not crazy, I'm just extra. A material gorl.

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Hunter: Besides tying her up idk how to hold a toddler

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Han: I could never be a doctor bc my intrusive thoughts would be like, "Let them bleed out on the table." Or "Amputate the wrong limb."

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Crosshair: Excuse me, it's a magical toothpick

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Omega: Like it tries to be smart but the smart simply can't smart so the stupid is just rlly stupid

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Tech: Was I on Aderall?

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Fives: Dude, are you vaping right now?

Echo: *tearing up* It’s just chapstick man

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Anakin: I want to sleep in a casket.

Obi-wan: What??

Anakin: They look comfy.

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The bad batch: You're a phsycopath.

Crosshair: Thanks I was born in Florida.

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Cody: I have new shoes.

Rex: Cool, I have depression

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Sabine: I do not want the meat stick, I want to die!

Ezra: Then the itsy bitsy meat stick will execute you!

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Anakin: Spiders deserve to burn in hell.

Ahsoka: But you're going to hell??

Anakin: Excuse me!?

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Omega: He looks like a knock of Donny Jepp.

Hera: Do you mean Johnny Depp?

Omega: Same difference.

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Palpatine: I steal children.

Anakin: At least you don’t have sex with them.

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Anakin: ugh this song is like an orgasm for my ears

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Wrecker: ew it smells gross

Tech: ofc it does we're in the middle of nowhere in Utah

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Cody: *drives past cemetary* I cant believe people are dying to get in there. It just kills me.

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Leia: Don't die because then we'll have to re-space the dance again.

#i have weird friends #i know #but I love them for some reason #star wars #incorrect star wars quotes #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #ezra bridger #garazeb orrelios #hera syndulla #omega the bad batch #hunter the bad batch #crosshair the bad batch #wrecker the bad batch #tech the bad batch #echo the bad batch #fives clone wars #echo clone wars #rex clone wars #cody clone wars #obi wan kenobi #kanan jarrus #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #rey skywalker #palpatine #padme amidala #caleb dume

[ghostfives]

Straight Shot: The Bonds That Save

Summary: Crosshair has been alone with the empire for years, he’s old and in pain. He’d lonely… he’s done. His chip has been upped too many times to count, taken out and put back in… he’s given up on ever getting home. That is… until he met her. This is the story of how Crosshair finally made it home.

A/N: This is an au I came up with and I hope everyone enjoys it! My amazing friend @wrecker-and-lula helped me with the creation and naming of our little oc who brings Crosshair home, and my other amazing friend Liz @ct-7386 is doing a little bit of beta reading for me!

Chapter 1

Crosshair woke up with a start, eyes wide as he stares up at the ceiling. He just lays their for a moment, breathing heavily. His old bones ache when he finally decides to sit up, huffing out a breath.

Crosshair stands and his back creaks slightly, before he goes about his morning routine. It’s the same everyday, has been for the past 13 years since that mission with May- that clone. That clone who died, even though the empire tried to save him.

First he brushes his teeth, and scoffs at the old man in the mirror. Hair as white as snow, a fluffy beard on his face and covered in wrinkles. He’s thin and gaunt, even worse than his younger years.

Next he gets dressed in his blacks and armor, before heading down to the mess hall. The stares from the civies are all felt on him, but he can’t bring himself to care. He stopped caring about anything years ago.

Once he gets to the mess hall, he eats only some of his breakfast. Enough to keep him alive and moving, not enough to stop the pain of hunger. The pain he deserves.

After breakfast he gets down to the meeting room for his assignment, sometimes a mission, sometimes training civies. It really depends. Sometimes he even gets janitorial duty. If only his Papa could see him now.

After that it’s dinner, which he eats little of. Usually alone, the civies making jokes under their breaths about him. The old clone. The pathetic old man, the fool. They mock him, but he doesn’t care. And then it’s to bed with him and the day repeats. Over and over. Every day the same, day in and day out.

And then it changes.

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It started out as any day, brush teeth, get dressed, get breakfast and then a mission. But… the mission went differently. They won, as usual when Crosshait went but… then the snickers changed when they were on their way back to the ship.

“Seems the old man has a follower.” A trooper whispers to his partner, Crosshair never bothered to learn names. Why would he? It’s not like he’ll ever get to know them, he’s just the old, elderly clone to them.

Crosshair blinks slowly, looking behind him to see a tiny, force oh so tiny Tooka kitten following him. He frowns softly. “No.” He whispers, voice hoarse from lack of use. He starts walking faster ahead, the laughter dying behind him as he gets on the ship. He doesn’t need this today, a change in routine always throws him off.

He thought he’d lost the darn thing, it was hours later when he found it again. Growling softly under his breath when he instantly spots the little thing on his bed.

The Tooka looks up at him, blinking and letting out a soft mew as it almost seems to smile at him. He’s instantly scowling.

“I said no.” Crosshair huffs, as if that will deter the kitten from continuing to cling to him… a silly idea, as he knows how attached Tooka’s can get. And how determined they are. “Next mission you’re out, be thankful I’m not cruel enough to space you.” He scrunches up his nose as he picks the little thing up and gently drops it on the floor. “Stay away.” He hisses, before laying down on the bed. Crosshair proceeds to close his eyes, and tries to force himself to sleep. He doesn’t care that his armor is digging into his bony body, and that his stomach grumbles loudly. He doesn’t even notice the pain of hunger anymore, hasn’t in years. He just wants today to be over and for his routine to be back to normal.

Crosshair frowns as he feels something pulling at his blanket. He peeks his eyes open and looks over the side, seeing the tiny kitten trying to climb up the bed, looking grumpy as all hell to not be able to get up to him. It hisses, huffing up at him.

Crosshair snorts. “Serves it right.” He grumbles and turns over in his bed. He once again tries to get some sleep.

“Mew!” “Meewwww!” The long drawn out mews start, making Crosshair growl and pull a pillow over his head.

“Meeerooowww!” The kitten keeps going, for ten long minutes there’s continuous meows. Crosshair gets more and more annoyed, before he snarls and sits up. “Fine!” He picks the kitten up and stares at her, nose scrunched and flares angrily. “But if you are going to sleep in my bed, I should at least know yo call you she or he.” He quickly checks. “Alright girly, now bed!” He sets her on the bed beside him, and finally strips his own armor off to lay down.

The Tooka purrs softly and snuggles up to Crosshair’s back once he lays down, nuzzling it before yawning and curling up to sleep. She’s very tired.

Crosshair frowns as he feels the warmth against his back, and… tears? Prick at his eyes. It’s been… so long since he’s felt the warmth of another being, 14 long years really, and he’s missed it. Force, how he’s missed it. His head pounds as he shivers and curls up under his thin blanket. What… why is he tearing up? Why is he feeling this way? And why is it making his head pound so much?

Crosshair lays for hours, trying to figure it out. But sleep overtakes him, the exhausting to much. No questions get answered that night.

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Crosshair wakes up to a face full of fur and groans softly, knowing exactly what it is. “You couldn’t stay against my back.” He croaks, opening his eyes to see the little kitten looking down at him, his face is pressed to her stomach.

Crosshair moves his head back, staring at the kitten with a scowl on his face and tired eyes. “You’re a real menace, you know that.” He huffs and sits up.

“Mew!” The kitten grins and sits up too, stretching with a little yawn before hopping into Crosshair‘s lap and purring.

Crosshair immediately picks her up and sets her to the side. “No.” He says and stands up slowly, back freaking and groaning in protest. He gives her one glance, before turning away and starting his routine.

As usual Crosshair brushes his teeth, scowling at his reflection. Then he starts getting his armor on, feeling the kittens eyes on him the whole time. “Do you have to stare?”

The Tooka meows softly, hopping up on his thigh and looking up at him happily. She purrs softly, licking his stomach armor.

Crosshair sighs. “You… are attached to me, aren’t you?”

The kitten nods and licks his armor some more,

Crosshair looks away. “You shouldn’t, people who get attached to me either get hurt or… worse.” He grumbles. “Choose someone else.” He sets her on the floor and stands up. “Be gone by the time I get back.” And he pulls his helmet on before leaving, making sure the door is open just enough to let her out.

This is for the best.

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Crosshair comes back hours later, and he is… a sight. He has bandages wrapped around his torso, and scratches all over his face and arms. He’s limping into the room, holding onto the walls only to fall on the floor in the middle of the room.

Crosshair groans and hoists himself up onto the bed, curling up tight in a ball. He trembled with pain, holding back whimpers.

“Mew?” The kitten pokes her head up from Crosshair’s blanket on the floor, and her little eats immediately press back when she sees her human looking so worse for wear. She immediately pads over and climbs into to the bed, it takes her some time but she finally manages to get up. She goes and licks his cheek.

Crosshair cracks his eyes open. “I… thought I told you too…” he starts coughing hard, and whimpers as tears of pain prick at his eyes. He immediately pulls her close. “Please. Please don’t leave.” He needs someone, anyone to be here. He can’t do this again. Go through so much pain alone, feeling unloved.

The kitten curls up in his hand and nuzzles close, and she makes a decision that will change both of their lives.

She moves just enough so that the soft spot on his hand, between gis thumb and trigger finger, is exposed to her jaws. Then she bites him, and a bond slots into place.

Crosshair blinks, looking down at her. “What… did you do?” He murmurs, and he feels love comf across, making his eyes water.

The kitten mews and curls close to her human, licking the bite gently and purring to help calm her human.

They will never be alone again.

#my writing #the bad batch #Crosshair #crosshair x rex #(though not in this chapter) #Tooka #Tooka oc #Crosshair needs a hug #Rebels au

[zoeykallus]

Tech – Thank You For Loving Me 27 – A New Life

Warning: Pregnancy /Labor / Mention Of Blood / Angst / Fluff

What Happened Before:

Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Part 14 - Games To Play

Part 15 - Work Work Work

Part 16 - Trouble

Part 17 - In Loving Domination (½)

Part 18 - The Game Changer

Part 19 - Wild Animal

Part 20 - Embarrassing Vulnerabilities

Part 21 - Between Hangover And Love

Part 22 - The Future Ahead Of Us

Part 23 - About Making A Baby

Part 24 - It’s Going To Be Okay

Part 25 - Returning A Favor

Part 26 - Baby Fever

Part 27 - A New Life

The contractions were coming in shorter and shorter intervals and you were already completely exhausted. It hadn't caught you off guard but it was a few days early, luckily the guys and Tech had returned from their last mission just in time.

"Don't forget to breathe, Cyare, just like we practiced".

You sigh and push a sweaty strand of hair out of your forehead.

"Easier said than done, Tech"

"I know, I know" he said understandingly and dabbed your forehead with a cloth "You'll be fine"

Another contraction rolled over you and you clung to Tech's arm.

"You need to start pushing" said AZI who was keeping an eye on the situation and acting as an obstetrician.

It was extremely painful and it took what felt like an eternity but after many hours you finally heard the first cries of your little daughter. You felt joy and a small surge of energy in your battered body, but you were also dizzy and in pain where you would rather have none.

AZI called Omega into the room and handed the child to her with quick and concise instructions.

"My baby... I want to see my baby," you can barely get the words past your lips, your strength fading very quickly.

You don't understand what's going on. You just see Omega leaving the room with your Baby and a worried look on her face.

"Why is there so much blood?" you hear Tech ask with concern.

"I'll take care of it, you take care of your wife".

Tech holds your hand and talks reassuringly to you while AZI gives you an IV and takes care of the follow-up and treatment.

"Everything will be fine" AZI says reassuringly after a little while "You just need to rest a little before you get to hold your child". Omega and Tech will take care of the baby for the time being. You lost a lot of blood and need to recover first"

You didn't like that at all, but you were so damn tired you guessed it was the right thing to do.

"Take care of our girl" you said powerlessly to Tech while AZI cleaned you and the bed and helped you lie down properly.

"Get some sleep now, when you wake up we'll bring you your baby," AZI said cheerfully.

"Thank you AZI, for everything," you said just before your eyes fell shut.

When you woke up, Tech and Omega were already at your bedside, Omega holding the baby and Tech keeping an eye on her. Basically he knew she could take care of a baby very well, she had taken care of him and his brothers back on Kamino when they were babies, but this was his own child, of course he was keeping an eye on it.

"Hey Cyare," Tech says softly when he sees you are awake "Look who came to visit you."

Omega steps closer to you, the girl has a bright smile on her pretty face and places a wriggling bundle in your arms. Your heart beats faster as you look into your daughter's tiny face, eyes only half open, little hands fidgeting back and forth. She looks at you, almost questioningly, very quietly, and blinks.

"Hello Amelia, little Amy."

Tech smirked, "So you decided on the name I suggested after all".

You nodded.

"It's nice, I think it suits her" you said smiling.

"Hunter, Wrecker and Echo are out right now, but Crosshair stayed behind, he's waiting outside. He didn't say it but he's been loitering outside the door for a while now, I suspect he'd like to see you and the kid," Omega said amused at her brother.

Tech helped you sit up and you finally called Crosshair to come in.

The Sniper approached you tentatively and finally said, "Man you look like shit."

You frowned but had to laugh while Tech as well as Omega poked him admonishingly from both sides.

"It's okay it's okay, she knows I'm just kidding," he said rolling his eyes.

Crosshair leaned forward to see the child.

"Amy, meet your uncle Crosshair."

Amy made a bubbling sound and Crosshair said with a smile, "I see she's impressed."

You chuckled.

"How are you feeling, Cyare?" asked Tech.

"Tired, still, a little groggy, but actually okay".

Tech nodded and said "AZI says you should stay in bed for a few more days before you're allowed to get up".

You sighed but nodded, you were so knackered you didn't really mind.

Omega beamed at you "I'll help you with Amy".

"That's so sweet of you, sweetie," you said, gently squeezing her hand that was lying next to you on the bed.

"I'll go make you a snack," Crosshair said.

Omega rolled her eyes and said, "I'd better go with him, just to make sure he doesn't set the kitchen on fire."

"Don't be cheeky or I'll put you in the oven," Crosshair said more or less jokingly as the two left the room.

Tech looked at you, a soft loving smile on his lips, you had never seen his features so soft before.

"You had me worried for a moment, yesterday," he said gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed, leaning over you and kissing your forehead.

You nodded slowly as he sat back up and looked at you.

"I know, I was a little worried myself".

"But you did it, you gave birth to our daughter" he said, smiling a little wider "I really hope she looks more like you"

You laughed softly.

"Oh Tech, she will be perfect, a part of both of us".

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