#I love my big boi Wrecker ❤️

[bonbonsandbeskar]

My expectations for plot-holes to be filled in this episode from last week:

#the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #sw tbb #tbb s2 #the bad batch spoilers #wrecker the bad batch #seriously tho why is nobody talking about Tech race from last week and the Empire’s potential exposure to it?! #I love my big boi Wrecker ❤️ #he gets the job done #petition to get Hunter to stop falling and Echo to stop passing out

[cb97breathing]

I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU

Pairing: Han Jisung x Afab! Reader

Themes: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You have been playing video games with a boy from Korea, over the course of a year you both have grown very close. You never knew his real name, but he told you he was in the idol industry. You both would flirt with each other playfully. But eventually he tells you he really likes you. He would try to hint to you who he was because he couldn't actually tell you. You would joke constantly about him being a member of your favorite group. But when he finally tells you the truth, you run away.

Warnings: Story is 18+ and will contain mature themes. MDNI.

A/N: Do not repost or translate my work. Thank you. This is for @hyunsungbased ❤️

When you had first met the boy under the username NightSkys you were just playing a game in the middle of the night, you found out he was from Korea and the two of you played will together. He even defended you against other guys who would yell at you during the game. Because of that gaming together became a regular thing for the both you.

You would stay up late, much to his protests cause he knew how big the time gap was. You grew close to the boy. You learned he was in the idol industry, you didn't ask what group, he didn't tell. You knew he wouldn't be allowed to say any way. Eventually you were inseparable, calling each other cute nicknames. He'd call you raindrop, or sugar cube and most of the time baby. Yours was always Boba for him. You didn't want to admit how much you had come to like the boy. You didn't even know who he truly was. You didn't even know what his real voice sounded like cause he had to hide it.

But there had been times, times where there was suspicion. You're best friend and you had thought that he was a member of your favorite kpop group and he would always tease you and make you feel like you were right. But you never confronted him on it because where was your actual proof.

But then one night, he finally asked you out. He said he wanted to be with you. That he loved you, and he didn't care how far away you were. You brushed it aside as him being a playful flirt, but he wouldn't give in. Sending you links for couple rings he wanted to buy for the both of you. Constantly making tweets asking if he could finally say that you were both dating.

Now here you were, nervously staring at your phone with an incoming facetime call. He had finally decided to tell you who he was and you were scared shitless. The amount of times you had openly simped for idols in front of him plagued your head. You hesitantly hit the answer button and are met with a familiar pair of big brown eyes. Eyes you knew very well. Eyes that belonged to your bias wrecker in Stray Kids. Eyes that belonged to Han Jisung.

You stared at the screen with wide eyes as he gave you a small and nervous smile. Your mind was reeling and you immediately ended the call in a panic. He tried calling again and again, but you refused to answer. You couldn't answer. The boy that you loved, the cute little gamer that would tease you constantly and flirt with you, was none other than Han Jisung of Stray Kids and you were not okay.

You had so many missed calls and texts from him, he was panicking. Begging for you to talk to him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. How could you? You never thought your suspicions about him being a Stray Kids member were actually going to be true. Now you didn't know what to do. Your heart was breaking at the information, because you knew there was no way in hell you could be with someone as famous as him. You were broken, scared and angry. You sent him one message on his account on twitter.

I promise that I will not let this get out. But this needs to end. I'm not worthy of you and you know this could never work. Goodbye Boba.

You press send and then block him on everything. You block the number he called you from. You didn't want to take a chance. Your best friend messages you that he had been blowing up her phone and crying, he had also admitted it to her as well. She said she convinced him to give you time. But you knew you weren't going to change your mind.

Almost a year had passed and you tried to avoid the topic of Jisung as much as you could. But you couldn't stop yourself from keeping up with everything the group had posted on social media and bubble. Jisung had grown very distant and quiet and you knew why. You knew your were the cause as to why he hadn't been his bright and bubbly self on the youtube episodes and lives. Your best friend tried her best to convince you to reach out to him but you wouldn't listen. Then one day she messaged you saying that they were going to be in Los Angeles and that she had tickets.

"You're going with me Y/N." She said sternly, she wouldn't take no for an answer. So here you were on line to get into early entry for their show at Los Angeles, you had no idea the tickets were vip until the day of because she didn't want you to panic and run away. You and her dressed up, wearing sexy outfits. You wanted to look your best, even though you were terrified of Han seeing you. Your best friend was hoping to have a moment to catch the eye of Chan, who she had the biggest crush on. When you walked in and saw where you were sitting, you stopped in your tracks.

"Please tell me this is a joke." You breathed out. "We are not front row center for the extended stage." Your friend smirked at you and nodded. Your heart was pounding as you took your seat. Your legs bounced as you waited for sound check to start. Then all the sudden you heard everyone scream. You looked up and saw the guys walk on stage. But your eyes immediately went to him. You forgot how to breathe as he looked at the crowd with a wide smile. Your friend took your hand and squeezed it. He was getting closer and closer, walking with Chan down the runway to the extended stage.

Soon his eyes locked with yours and widened. He stopped in his tracks for a moment. You could see so many emotions run through them as he froze at the back of the extended stage. Seconds later he looked away from you and then went back to smiling as if nothing happened. Your friend looked to you in concern, but you were frozen, your eyes never leaving him for a moment. You would catch him occasionally looking to you through out soundcheck. You tried so hard not to cry. Here he was, your Boba, in the flesh.

You eventually tore your eyes away from him and tried to focus on anything else. You tried your best to smile and sing along to the songs. Soon sound check as over and they headed off stage. But Han turned to take one last look at you before he left the stage.

The concert flew by, you tried your best to have fun with your friend, who actually did catch Chan's eye multiple times. But once again you would lock eyes with Jisung and the whole world would fade away. There were times when he stared at you and almost made a mistake, whether it was dancing or almost missing his part to sing. You couldn't help but giggle and smile at it. Then the show was over and both you and your friend had tears in your eyes. You saw him staring deep into your eyes, almost pleading with you as they took their final bow. You choked on a sob and looked away from him as they walked away and exited the stage.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep with your friend holding you. You regretted everything you did, you regretted blocking him, you regretted not giving him a chance to explain. But the damage had been done and you were too scared to talk to him.

The next day your friend told you that she had plans with someone she knew from the area and told you that you could stay and rest, you didn't decline that offer. You felt like crap and didn't want to leave the your bed. A few hours later you heard a knock at the hotel door. You got a text from your friend saying it was her and that she forgot her key, but when you opened it your heart stopped. It wasn't your friend, it was him. He didn't hesitate to walk in and shut the door behind him.

"H-How are you.. how are you here?" You choked out as tears flew down your cheeks.

"Your friend, she and I had this all planned out." He said quietly. "I had to see you. I couldn't let our relationship end like this." You wanted to hate your friend right now, but you couldn't bring yourself to. "I missed you so much sugar cube." He whispered softly as he reached out to caress your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed and you melted into his and he brushed the tears away with his thumb. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you who I was for so long." He pressed his forehead to yours and pulled you close. "But now that your here in my arms I don't ever plan to let you go."

"Jisung, w-we ca-" He pressed his lips to yours deeply, pouring out all he felt for you into the kiss. Your legs trembled and you clung to him, you wanted to fight but you couldn't. You loved him, you loved him with all your heart. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he pressed you against the wall. You kissed each other desperately, with a need you both had been pushing away for so long. You whimpered softly into his lips as his fingers slipped under your top.

"I love you." He whispered as he pulled away. "Please, please don't push me away. We can make this work, there's no ban. I can be with whomever I choose, and I want you. I need you Y/n." You bit her lip and buried your face in his neck. "Can I make you mine?" He asked softly as he pulled you closer to him. You let out a shaky breath and kissed his neck.

"Y-Yes." You whimpered softly. He picked you up with ease and carried you to your bed. He kissed you as he laid you down gently. Soon you were both naked and entangled with each other. His lips kissing every inch of you, not wanting to miss a single spot while you whimpered and whined out his name. He spread your legs wide and buried his face in your core licking and sucking at your clit desperately. Your body shook as your arched off the bed.

"You taste even better than I imagine." He groaned out as he looked up at you, his eyes clouded with lust and longing. He slipped two fingers inside you and pumped them slowly at first. His mouth went back to assaulting your clit and you could feel yourself start to clench around him.

"J-Jisung!" You cried out softly. He grinned into your swollen lips and started to pump rapidly. His eyes never leaving you, wanting to watch your face as you came undone for him.

"That's it Raindrop, let go." He breathed out. You cried out and arched as you hit your high, the sight made him growl in need. He lined his cock up at your entrance and rubbed up and down your folds. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this baby." He whispered softly. "Tell me, tell me what you want." He brushed the tip of his cock over your clit and you whined.

"Y-You.. J-Jisung please! I need you inside me." You sobbed out. Without any hesitation he slipped into you, his long curved dick filling you to the brim. His eyes rolled back at the feeling and he groaned loudly. You moaned loudly and your body shook at the feeling. He laid down flush against you and held you close to him, kissing you feverishly as he made slow and passionate love to you.

The room filled with the sound of both of you moaning and panting for each other as skin clapped with skin. He buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking, wanting to mark you. You tangled your fingers in your hair and whined loudly.

"You're perfect baby, so fucking perfect." He moaned out into your neck. His thrust becoming rougher and faster. "So fucking tight, taking me so well." He growled. He pulled his head away to look deep into your eyes. "Tell me who you belong to. Tell me." He growled softly. Your heart fluttered and your body shivered at his words.

"You." You choked out. "I belong to you. " You pressed your lips to his and moaned into his mouth. "I love you." You cried out softly as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm again. You clenched around him and he groaned loudly.

"I'm going, to make love to you until there's so much cum it bursts out of you. You're mine, Y/n." He whimpered out as he pressed his head to yours. "You're only mine." He pounded into you and rubbed at your clit making your cries turn into screams of ecstasy. "That's it love, let this whole hotel know how good I can make you feel. Let them know you're mine." His cock began to throb and he whimpered. "Cum with me love, let go."

You both cried out as you finally reached your peaks, his seed spilled deep inside you as you shook violently beneath him. You whimpered loudly as he kissed you. But soon you were on your stomach and lined up from behind, already rock hard and ready to go again. He slammed deep into you and began pounding into you roughly, you cried out and buried your face into the pillow beneath you.

"God your pussy is so fucking warm and perfect." He groaned out. "Made just for me." He continued his ruthless and rough thrusts into you as his arm reached around so he could rub your clit. At this point you were a mess, you could only let out sobs as tears flew down your cheeks from how overwhelmed you felt.

"Is my baby cock drunk?" He cooed softly and smirked at you. Your eyes rolled back as he made a mess out of you, hitting spots inside you that made you see stars. Your toes start to curl as you feel yourself clench around him again, making him whimper and moan loudly. "That's it baby, cum for me again, I know you can." He whimpered as he thrusted at an insane speed. He pulled you close so your back was flush against his chest, turning your head so he could kiss you feverishly.

Soon you both came undone together once again and you fell limp on the bed, he collapsed next to you and pulled you close. He pressed his lips to your forehead and laid your head on his chest. You both laid there panting softy as he stroked his fingers through your hair.

"I love you so much y/n." He whispered softly. He pulled your face up to look deep into your eyes. "I'm never letting you go."

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[din-miller]

Hey, I humbly ask for the bad batch x femreader (separately) who has muscles? Like she's super insecure about them because she feels like she can't wear anything nice because she looks to bulky?

Fluff or smut it's up to you!

❤️

Ooohhh that’s a cool ask. I’ve never really had toned muscles so this was a challenge to do in a sense that I don’t have those insecurities about my body. Hopefully for those badasses who do, I didn’t completely fumble this ask.

Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader

Words: all together is 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, implications to sexy times, Crosshair’s is spicy, insecurity, female reader, talks about how women should be soft and feminine for male pleasure, ugh, our boys will step on those men

A/N: unfortunately after spending two days thinking about how to do Echo’s part, I gave up. He will be missed. Crosshairs part is maybe (?) a little rough around the edges but I really struggle with his character. Tech loses the ability to speak with big words because you know, women with muscles leave us speechless. Dividers by @saradika

WRECKER

You stare at the dress in your hand – if you can even call it such – and wonder if you could get away with murder; more specifically the murder of one trandoshan.

While you tend to hate the missions she sends you and the Batch on, this one definitely is on top of the hatred list. You turn the dress around, eyes taking in all the straps that make up a complicated crisscross pattern, a poor excuse for a back. The dress is floor length, more elegant than daring, looser than fitting but it’s sleeveless.

It’s not ugly, the deep shade of purple is stunning to be honest. It’s just that, well it highlights the part of yourself that you keep hidden under baggy clothes. Your arms have always been an issue for you. Out of all the boys only Hunter and Wrecker’s arms are bigger than yours. The former just barely.

You were admittedly scared at first when the boys saw your bare arms. You had expected them to judge you, make fun of you, but instead they asked about your workout routine. It mostly involves saving their asses and a hundred pushups before bed.

They let you feel free to unapologetically be yourself, muscles and all. But this isn’t a hot afternoon or a Sunday swim. This is a stupid mission to a sneezy cantina.

A knock at the ‘fresher door startled you. Cid had allowed you to use her private fresher to change. The only people who’d be knocking is her, Omega, or the boys.

“One second.” You call out realising that you’re still standing naked in the room save for your undergarments.

You get to work changing, slipping the dress over your head before realising that was a mistake and you’re now stuck tangled up in the fabric. You try wiggling your body, shifting your arms as much as you can but nothing proved helpful. You’re one hundred percent stuck.

You must have made a noise because the knocking is back followed by a concerned voice, “Everything okay in there?”

Wrecker.

Sweat, loving, Wrecker.

Wrecker who playfully challenges you to arm wrestling matches despite knowing he’ll win every time. Never once making a stupid comment like if you were a man you’d be able to beat him. Wrecker, who has never made any negative or cruel comments about your appearance.

Wrecker, the man you’re oh so helplessly in love with.

The man who has never seen you in a dress, who has never once seen anything bare except your arms. That’s about to change now ‘cause there is no way you’re going to be able to get unstuck without ripping the dress. So, you swallow your pride; “I think I need help-,”

“Help? Are you hurt? Wait there, I’ll go get Tech-,”

“No, I’m not hurt. Well maybe my pride is a little,” You grunt, trying to free yourself because honestly this is not how you imagined Wrecker helping you with your clothing. No, he’d be taking them off, not putting them on, “I’m stuck.”

“Oh,” Wrecker clears his throat, sounding lost, “Do you want me to come in?”

“You can, but I’m sorta…” You frown, trying to figure out the best word, “Indecent.”

Wrecker cleared his throat again, this time a little louder, “Oh, you’re naked. I can go get Cid.”

“No! You send her in here and she’ll be coming back out in a body bag,” You warn him, completely truthful, “And I’m not naked, I have underwear on. Look it’s okay, I can get one of the other boys-,”

“Yeah, that’s not happenin’.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to unlock the door. Is anyone else out there?” You ask, unlocking the door for him, a little awkwardly as you can’t move your arms without your entire upper body going with. You had to bend at the waist and blindly find the doorknob.

You hear shuffling from the other side, footsteps coming closer until they stop just shy of the door. You can see the silhouette of Wrecker’s boots, “No, just me. ‘sides I wouldn’t let anyone see ya half dressed. Bad enough some besom is going to eyein’ you all night like you’re some slab of meat.”

Your stomach turns unpleasantly at the thought of being subjected to lust gazes all night long, so you push away all thoughts about the mission and the foal men before they can consume you. One fear at a time.

You relax your arms, making sure you don’t flex. Good practice for tonight you think bitterly and move away from the door to let him in. He was quick, door closing hot on his heels. You avoid his gaze, not wanting to see the look of disgust as he takes in your muscular body. Thankfully nothing private is showing, leaving you with some modesty.

Your hands are stuck in the air, trapped by fabric and straps, the gown part of the dress is bunched up around your waist, leaving just enough fabric to cover your private part.

You keep your eyes on the wall in front of you as you try to ease the awkward tension in the air, “Didn’t Hunter ban you from using such foal words?”

“Only in front of Omega.” He replies, stepping in close and his fingers trail down your arm, from your elbow to your shoulder where the straps all twist together.

The first brush of his fingertips against your shoulder blade has your knees going weak. His breath is hot against your neck as he asks, “Got a reference to how this is ‘posed to go?”

“Oh, yeah I think the package had one actually,” You half-blindly search for the package before handing it to him, “Here.”

Wrecker studies the picture for a few seconds before giving a small ‘aha’, “I think I understand.”

His hands are back on you, warm and welcoming as he works in silence, occasionally grunting when a finger gets tangled up in the straps. In those moments you snort and he gently pinches your side in response.

Either the dress is more complicated than you originally thought or Wrecker is going at a snails pace – almost like he’s milking the closeness and skin on skin contact for all its worth. You hope it’s the latter and you’re not hopelessly reading into the way his fingers are caressing your skin even though the task at hand doesn’t call for such loving touches.

“There, all done.”

“Thank you.” You give an experimental wiggle of your shoulders to make sure the straps stay in place for tonight before rewarding Wrecker with a kiss on the cheek before thinking better of it.

Realising what you had just done, you hastily turn away, missing the dorky awestruck expression on his face, and in your turn you catch your reflection and oh.

Your arms, well, they’re not hard to miss. Your eyes are drawn to them, impossible not to see. You don’t necessarily hate your muscles, they’re what have kept you alive. You don’t survive a war ridden galaxy by having noodle arms. It’s just seeing them on display like this, for people to see and judge you, mock you, it’s too much.

If it wasn’t for your arms you’d actually consider yourself attractive in this entire – or at least attractive in the eyes of men.

The rest of the dress is flowy, with a little support for your breast, but other than your arms it highlights no other muscular features your body has. Still you try to make yourself appear smaller, more feminine, but it’s not working and your stomach is starting to turn again unforgivingly.

In the mirror you catch Wrecker taking small steps towards you, “Any chance you’ll let me know what’s going on in your head, mesh’la?”

You give a deep sigh, “Cid picked the wrong person for the job. Slap some lipstick on Crosshair and he’d get more attention than I would. How am I supposed to seduce anyone when I look like a hairless lasat? The moment I step foot in the cantina all eyes will be on me but none of them will see me, you know?”

The corner of Wrecker’s lips tilt down, sadness brief in his eyes before he shakes his head and pulls you back into his embrace, taking you by surprise but you melt against his chest all the same.

“You know what I see?” His arms come to wrap around you, hands locking together over your stomach, “I see strength. Arms that are strong to carry your kin to safety. I see warmth and comfort; a safe place to rest, to be held. I see a strong beautiful woman. I see you.”

You gasp, eyes wide and locking onto Wrecker’s for a split second before turning in his arms and pulling his head down to catch his plush lips in your own. Wrecker lets out a startled noise before moaning softly against your lips, arms wrapping around you to pull you in closer to his body.

His mouth separate from yours for a brief second and mirth colours his next few words, “If you need help taking off your dress-,”

“Oh, I will.”

HUNTER

You flop yourself in bed, body aching in every sense possible. You hadn’t even done much. A simple supply run, nothing too demanding of your body but lo and behold your leg decided to cramp up and you did the entire walk back to the ship trying your best to mask the limp you took with every step. If Omega had seen you struggling she’d immediately call Hunter and Hunter would get Tech, who would tell Wrecker to carry you back to the ship, where Crosshair would be waiting seemingly indifferent about your pain but he’d hover over you nonetheless.

It would be an absolute shit show.

So you hid the pain until you got back to your private bunk, or the small storage room that has been rearranged to house you, you should say. Your plan for the night is to sulk away and hope the cramp eases up through the night.

The worst part is that in your hurry to get back to the ship and lay down, you forgot to stop and restock the ship’s supply of heat packs. Something that would most certainly come in handy right about now.

A knock comes from the door and you groan. The last thing you want right now is company. Knowing that shooing whoever it is away would only result in the entirety of the Batch piling into your room to make sure you're okay, you have no choice but yell for them to come in.

Hunter – of course it’s Hunter – peeks his head through the door before stepping all the way in, “Hey, can I come in?”

“It’s your ship.” You point out, straightening yourself to sit up properly on your bed.

“We both know it’s Tech,” He laughs, stepping into your room, face turning serious for a moment, “Omega said you were walking funny earlier. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You should know by now that you can’t hide anything from me. You also should know that I don’t like it when you try too. We’re an allit, which means we take care of each other.”

“Even if that person in dumb and forgot to get supplies that could actually help them manage the pain?” You ask, self blaming as you start massaging your leg. No point in hiding the cramps now.

“Especially then,” Hunter states before dropping down beside you. He shifts himself until his back is against the wall, sitting himself upright before laying your legs on his lap, “Crosshair gets really bad cramps. I learned a long time ago how to rub the knots out. Allow me?”

Hyper aware he can feel your muscles under his fingertips you hold your breath waiting for a comment that never comes. His fingers tuck themselves under the hem of your sweats, rolling them up the slightest as he asks, “May I? It’ll help if I roll your pant leg up so I can see the knots clearer.”

You swallow around the lump forming in the back of your throat. May he? Could you push away your fear of judgement to receive help? Your legs are the most muscular part of your body for you were raised in a small village, no public transport, everything was in appropriate walking distance from your house. And now running with the Batch you’re on your feet more than ever. Always trying to stay one foot ahead of imperials. It’s no wonder why your leg is throbbing.

“I’m sorry,” Hunter's hands leave your leg, “I obviously overstepped.”

“It’s fine,” You say meekly, willing your body to relax in his embrace. He gives you a look and you sigh, “Truthfully, my legs are seen as unattractive in some beauty cultures and I don’t feel like hearing snide comments right now.”

“Unattractive?” He repeats, brows drawn together as he takes a second to sort his thoughts. His lips eventually purse together briefly before nodding slightly, “You are incredibly well built, it’s something I find admirable about you. You’re fast, saved our asses a few times in battle because of these muscles in your legs, and that’s not to be taken lightly. I don’t know what ‘beauty standards’ you were raised with but I find your body to be very attractive, mesh’la.”

You study him for a minute, “You’re being honest.” It’s not a question, more of an observation and you are a bit taken back, “It truly doesn’t bother you that I’m built like a lasat?”

“A lasat? I wasn’t aware you only have four toes.” The amusement in his tone has you rolling your eyes. His hands return to your leg and he gives a reassuring squeeze, “If you allow me to continue, once I’ve got all the knots out, I’d love to take you out for dinner and maybe afterwards I could show you just how attractive you truly are.”

You grin, laying your head down in the crook of his neck as you watch his hand slide your pants up, “I’d love nothing more.”

TECH

“You should not have done that,” Tech scowls at you, arranging the necessary medical tools, “It was reckless and could have been avoidable.”

You’d wave his scowling off if the action didn’t cause your body to scream in protest. He’s right, you could have totally avoided showing off your impressive speaker skills – or at least not fail at jumping that ramp.

It could have been worse. The scanner picked up no broken bones, just a deep laceration on your stomach and some small ones paired with bruises that’ll bloom into some nasty colours. You had shredded your pants in the crash too, the fabric now hanging loosely in some places.

Tech sets his jaw and orders you to lift up your shirt, “I need to flush your wounds before applying any bacta.”

Panic floods your body, “No.”

Tech brows rose ever so slightly, just visible above his goggles, “No? What do you mean by no?”

“No, I will not lift my shirt up.” You will not allow him to see your less than feminine body. Will not face the hard truth that the man you’re crushing on is repulsed by your body. You would not survive it.

Tech, oblivious to your inward panic plainly states, “You do realise that in order for me to stop the bleeding and clean the cut so it doesn’t get infected, I need access to the wound?”

Honestly, bleeding out is better than Tech seeing your stomach. You don’t necessarily have abs, not like Hunter. You’re built more like Wrecker; big bodied. Far from soft and delicate. Never feminine like the girls in the holo movies.

Tech gently lays his hand on your arm, tilting your head up with his other, eyes holding yours hard like his next words are the most important he’ll ever say, “If you’re afraid I may try to take advantage of you in your undress state, I can call one of the boys-,”

“No!” You yell, desperately needing him to know that’s not true, not even close, “That didn’t even cross my mind. I trust you, Tech.”

His body relaxes at your words, “Then I see no reason for me not to clean the wound.”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and admit defeat. You pull your shirt up enough for the wound to be visible but not high enough for Tech to see your chest band. Your body is tense, awaiting an insult that normally comes by now. But instead Tech makes a noise at the back of his throat, an audible swallowing sound followed with a quiet ‘oh’.

You don’t dare to look at his face.

“I’m sorry.”

Tech doesn’t try to gain eye contact this time. He gently wipes away the dry blood flaked on your skin, “For pulling the stunt or getting hurt?”

“For worrying you,” You softly say, tone apologetic, “And for you having to stare at my stomach. I’m sure you could be spending your time fixing the ship or watching holo videos of twi’lek.”

Tech blushes at the last part, “I don’t indulge in such videos. And while I do find twi’leks’ pleasing to the eye, my ‘taste’ is, well,” His eyes linger in your bare skin, darkening a little when you flex your stomach, “You. Not just your body, but your mind, your personality. You’re beautiful, strong, caring. Any man would be lucky to have you as a partner.”

“Any man?” You ask, lips turning up, finally meeting his eyes. You lean in close to his body, taking the medical equipment from his hands and set them aside, “Does that include you?”

Tech adjusts his goggles, lips holding a shy smile, “Most definitely.”

There’s a dull ache in your stomach when you lean up to kiss him but you don’t care. The softness of his lips and the way he draws in a sharp inhale makes it worth it.

CROSSHAIR

“You have to be kriffing kidding me!” You huff, kicking the side of the dryer, “Echo said he fixed this blasted machine.”

Behind you came a snort, “He did. That’s him fixing it.”

You raise a brow at Crosshair, “Not helping.”

“Wasn’t trying too,” He quips, toothpick switching from one side of his mouth to the other, “You could borrow one of our shirts. Wrecker’s would be too big for you and Tech is very picky about his clothing.”

“And Echo’s are specially designed to regulate his body temperature. I’d sweat to death in the first hour.” You sigh, that leaves you with two options: Hunter’s or–

“Take one of mine for the day,” Crosshair says, deciding for you as one of his shirts hits you straight in the face, “Oops, I was aiming for your chest.”

“Sharpshooter my ass.” You grumble under your breath and wait for Crosshair to turn away. The clone raises a brow, smirk on his lips as he cocks his head, gesturing for you to start changing. You give him the middle finger as he finally turns away from you, mumbling something under his breath about missing a good show.

Bastard.

You take off the shirt you’re currently wearing, nose scrunching up at the stench soaked into the fabric. You easily manage to slip your head through the neck hole but as you insert your arm into the sleeve you realise it’s much tighter than your baggier clothing, leaving you with a challenge. You eventually get both arms through but when you pull your shoulders forward a loud rip sounds through the small corner of the ship.

Crosshair’s ears twitch and his head turns a fraction to the side, not fully able to see you, “Did you just rip my shirt, cyar’ika?”

That’s a question you’re afraid to find the answer to. Nonetheless you slowly lift your arm up and wince at the slight breeze you feel on your skin. You bite down on your lip, eyes shifting to the hanger door and you wonder if you could escape without Crosshair catching you.

“Don’t even attempt it,” Crosshair huffs, “I’m going to turn around now.”

You stand frozen, holding your breath waiting for him to snap at you or worse, make a snide comment about how a ladies arms should never be bigger than a mans.

Crosshair's face holds no telltale sign of what he’s thinking as he take in the ripped fabric and the places where the hems are starting to come apart at the seams as your muscles threaten to rip the fabric even more.

His eyes go dark and he starts walking towards you, following as you take steps back until your back presses against the wall behind you. You swallow audibly, unsure of how this is going to turn out, “Crosshair? You have every right to be mad-,”

His left hand slams against the wall beside your head, palm flat on the wood whilst the other hand comes to your arm and squeezes the muscles over your shirt.

“If you wanted me to look at your arms you could have just told me and saved a good shirt from being ripped,” He chided, hand slowly trailing down your arm, “I see fear in your eyes, none of that, cyar’ika. I’m not like those osi’kovid who feel threatened by the strength of a woman.”

His legs nudge yours apart, leg slipping into the gap he created and presses his thigh against your core. His fingers slip under the bottom of your shirt – his shirt – to pull it over your head but the fabric doesn’t bunch, seemingly glued to your muscles. With an annoyed grunt Crosshair tears the shirt down the middle, no longer caring about seeing if it’s salvageable.

“A woman like you should be worshipped,” He whispers into your ear, teeth grazing against the flesh, pulling a whimper from you. He pulls back, a cocky smirk on his face before he’s dropping to his knees, “Allow me to taste you, to feel your strong thighs squeezing around my head as I bring you pleasure a true man could only hope to achieve.”

Your head is spinning; everything is happening so fast, your pussy begins gathering arousal between your folds as Crosshair breaths promises against your clothed sex. His words are unlike him, different from anything you’ve heard before. No snappish tone, only plain lust.

Of course, Crosshair is Crosshair, and the next second his eyes dance with mirth as his fingers slip under the band of your pants, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking that shock look off your face soon enough. Bend you over all surfaces until you're drunk on my cock, begging for more.”

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[nahoney22]

Short in Statute, Big in Heart

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

Sometimes your height gets you a little upset, but your boyfriend will do anything to make you feel on top of the world.

Warnings: mentions of insecure reader because of height, mainly fluff, established relationships, gender neutral reader, short reader (you’re all beautiful), minor injury, over protective boys, kisses and cuddles. Not proofread.

Authors note: hope yous don’t mind that I merged the requests, just saves me from doing two separate things of the same prompt ❤️ enjoy anon and @carodealmeida and sorry for the wait! Also, not my best work. Got a little lost along the way.

Echo

Echo didn’t care about your height at all. But, once he sees that it starts to bother you, he has to wonder why.

“Something the matter my love?” He asks you one afternoon once you’re both alone, nestled up in your shared bunk with your head on his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” You ask, resting your chin on his chest to look towards him.

“Can’t help but notice you’ve been feeling a little down about your height.”

You blink at him and subtly frown. “Was that a pun?”

Echo’s etches with confusion but then chuckles at the realisation of what he said. “Not at all intentional. But still, is it?”

You sigh and flop onto your back with a heavy breath. “Kind of. I feel like I get in the way sometimes.”

“I can assure you that isn’t the case.” He explains softly, draping his arm over your stomach to offer some comfort.

“Echo, a few nights ago you bumped into me and said ‘sorry, I didn’t see you there’.”

His face contorts, a wave of guilt flooding through him. “I’m sorry cyare. I didn’t mean it, I just wasn’t expecting you to be there.” He doesn’t know if he’s making it better or worse but your silence didn’t exactly answer his thoughts either.

So instead, he scoops you back to him and kisses your forehead over and over. “I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

You roll your eyes but a smile does flit on your lips. “If you keep kissing my face, maybe I’ll forgive you.” You say teasingly, a wave of relief releasing from Echo’s shoulders as he does what exactly you want, peppering your face in small apologies.

Hunter

Hunter loves you unconditionally. He loves your smile, eyes and heart and has to admit he finds you very cute wether it be down to your size or not. However, your height has both its advantages and disadvantages that had Hunter a worried mess.

So often you would put yourself first to cram yourself into any small gap for the team and each time makes Hunter almost throw up. He would pace back and forth, constantly connected to you via comm and whinges to himself for letting you do something dangerous even though you are yet to have an incident.

“Something on your mind?” You ask him after a successful mission, one that had you sneaking through vents to allow access for the team.

“Nah,” he says dismissively, giving you a smile but you can tell it’s completely forced.

“Hunter.” You look up at him, hands on your hips that showed that you demanded a straight answer.

He sighs before he sits down and wrings his hands together. “I worry about you on missions.”

“Oh not this again, honey.” You shake your head with a sigh.

“I know, I know. But I just can’t help but worry that something will happen to you and I’ll have no access to getting you.” He rubs the back of his head, hoping you’d see his point.

“I get that Hunter, I do. But who else was going to get to that control panel? Tech had no way to hack in and you think Wrecker was gonna weasel his way through the vents? I don’t think so, sweetie.” You stand in front of him, cupping his cheek before planting a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll be fine. Trust me?”

He kisses you back gently, somewhat reassured by your words. “Always. But I’m still going to worry. As a leader and as your boyfriend.”

Wrecker

When you told Wrecker you liked him he could not control himself when he scooped you up into his arms and planted a sweet kiss to your lips. But then it became a problem. Not because you didn’t want to not kiss him because you did, a lot, it was because the height difference was becoming a problem.

If it’s not him picking you up to kiss you, it’s him crouching down to kiss you. You could never just kiss him without asking unless he was sat down.

Similar to Echo, you were both laying in your shared bunk when Wrecker noticed your glum expression. “Ya okay there?” He asks softly, his large hand coming across to cup your cheek softly and turn your head to face him.

“Does… does my height bother you?” You ask him simply and non surprisingly, he shook his head.

“ ‘Course not!” He exclaims, “is it a problem for you?”

You fiddle with your thumbs and shrug a little. “Sometimes.”

“What makes ya say that?” He frowns.

“Wrecker, you can only kiss me by bending down…. Or you picking me up.” You explain softly, hoping you didn’t offend him.

He nods slowly, releasing quickly why that could be an issue but never one he personally had an issue with because the result still ends up in getting a kiss from you. “I wish I could make myself shorter, but I can’t baby.”

You smile softly, “I know, don’t worry.”

Then, an idea pops into his head. “You could kiss me now.”

You look over at him and sure as anything, your head was level with his without either of you moving. It was perfect. You’re quick to close the gap, savouring the feeling of his lips on yours. “That’s better.”

Tech

Tech didn’t mind your height, neither seeing it a problem or something to take huge note. However, the height difference was quite obvious to him as your wrap your arms around his body, hugging him close where he can barely wrap his arms around you without it crushing your head.

But when you voice you get a little down about your height, he is perplexed to why. “You being shorter than others is not a bad thing. You are perfectly healthy and so it should not be something to upset you.”

“Yeah, I know,” you roll your eyes at your boyfriend but grateful for his words, “I just wish I was a little taller.”

“I believe on some planets people undergo leg-lengthening surgery if that is something that takes your interest.” He looks at you over his goggles, seeing the very much disinterested look on your face. “I’d… rather not.”

He chuckles and reaches out to take your hand, bringing you close. “Darling, you’re fine as you are.” He leans in and places a kiss to your cheek. “Or perhaps I could buy you some stilts?”

His sass made you belly laugh and playfully hit his arm. Though, you’re still very grateful that he loves you regardless.

Crosshair

“Can’t reach?” Crosshairs words from behind you make you pause in your reach up to a higher shelf on the ship, looking over your shoulder at him.

“You know more than well that I can’t reach up there. Why does that medkit have to be in such a stupid place?” Although he was ready to tease you, something he usually did in regard to your height (in a loving yet playful way - he wouldn’t ever go to far to the point he would upset you), his eyes flash with concern.

“What do you need it for?” He walks over straight away, standing behind you as he reaches up and grabs what you’ve been struggling to reach.

“I… hit my head.”

“Let me see,” he makes you face him, bringing you closer to his body and you’re only met with his chest as his fingers trace through your hair and when you let out a wince, he stops and inspects the injury. “You’ve got a small cut.”

“Yeah, I know.” You pull back from your boyfriend, starting to rummage through the kit as he stands with his arms now folded over his chest.

“Were you under a control panel? Again?” He raises his questions and you could only give him a sheepish smile.

“Tech said-.”

“I don’t care what Tech said,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “just because your short is not a reason for you to cram yourself into parts of the ship.”

You roll your eyes, noticing his protectiveness which he isn’t shy about showing with you. “It had to be done.”

You hear him mumble something under his breath and you’re pretty sure it was along the lines of something about Tech getting a cut on his head. “Stop sulking.” You order him, earning a small glare but knows he won’t win with you. So instead, he grabs your thighs and lifts you onto the counter and takes actions into his own hands and helps patch you up.

“Grumpy pants.” You smirk up at him.

“Short arse.”

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[zoeykallus]

Hey! I really love your writing ❤️ I'm not sure if you're taking requests still, so if you're not then feel free to ignore this.

I've had this idea for a while and it won't leave my mind. How about the batchers with the prompt "Omega doesn't want you to leave" "And what about you?" "I don't want you to leave either". Maybe their relationship has been rocky lately and the reader was considering leaving the batch for a while to think about things. You can make the ending fluffy or angsty for each of the boys. It's up to you ❤️❤️

Aloha! Thank you so much! Always happy to read things like this :))

Such a cute idea! Let me give it a try. I hope you don't mind that "Omega doesn't want you to leave", doesn't work for Tech and Crosshair. With Tech because of the reason why "you" leave and with Crosshair... because he's Crosshair. You'll see what I mean I guess ^^'

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Please Don't Leave Me

Warnings: Hurt /Angst/ Bit Of Fluff

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Summary: There has been some fricition between you. It's effecting the Batch's work and you decide to leave, to take a breather, think things through and give all involved parties some space.

PS: I just hurt myself really badly with Tech's part.

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Hunter

He sees you packing your things and watches you in disbelieve.

"Where do you think you are going?"

You sigh without turning to face him and keep packing your travel bag.

"Away for a while. To give us both a bit space and time to think thngs through"

Hunter is alarmed. It's evident in his voice.

"What's there to think through?", he asks.

Finally you turn around to face him. He seems restless and tense.

"If this thing between us is really making sense"

Hunter throws his hands in the air.

"One fight and you run?"

Another sigh escapes your lips. It wasn't just one fight and he knows that very well.

"What about Omega?" he asks "She needs you. She won't want you to leave!"

You search his gaze and ask, "Just Omega?"

Hunter comes closer, he gently takes the travel bag from your hands and sats it down on the floor. His fingers graze your chin to make you look into his eyes.

"Cyare I don't want you to leave either. Please stay. We'll figure things out, we always do"

You don't really want to go, the thought alone makes your stomach turn. But what else should you do?

"I don't know", you say barely above a whisper.

Hunter smiles at you, softly. His hand rests warm and soft on your cheek.

"Come on, Mesh'la, let's unpack your travel bag together"

Echo

"You can't just walk away when things get a bit bumpy", he says indignantly.

"Echo, what else do you want me to do? Lately it's always tense around here and I feel like I can't fix this anymore"

His face get's sad, he lowers his gaze and murmurs, "We need you here. Omega will not want you to leave us behind"

You look directly at him.

"Just Omega?"

He sighs, finally lifting his gaze, stepping toward you and reaching for your hand.

"Mesh'la you know exactly that I didn't really mean Omega. She would miss you too, of course, but no one would miss you as much as I would"

"So you want me to stay?"

Echo lets go of your hand to put his arm around your hips and pulls you close to him.

"Of course I want you to stay."

He leans his forehead against yours and says softly, "Whatever comes, I won't give you up that easily."

You smile and relax a little.

"That's good to know"

Wrecker

"Where are you going?"

You were trying to leave in silence, but Wrecker caught you, sneaking outside with your travel bag.

Startled you wheel around and see him in the doorway. He's so big but right now he seems so vulnerable You meet his hurt and reproachful gaze.

"Away. For a while"

"Without telling me?"

You shrug a little meekly.

"Thought it was for the best"

He grumbles, "It's not"

You sigh and try to explain, "You know there has been some tension lately. I thought some distance would do us good, both of us"

Wrecker frowns, his look sad and lost.

"And what am I supposed to tell Omega? She needs you"

"She'll be fine, she got you and your brothers"

Wrecker says defiantly, "But she needs you too"

After a pause he adds, "I need you"

You stand there undecided. You don't really want to leave, you know you'd miss him terribly.

Wrecker says softly, "Come on, Mesh'la. Stay. We work things out together. We always do"

Tech

He's shocked he doesn't understand why you want to go.

"What happened? Did I offend you?"

"No, Tech"

"Is... is there another man?"

"No"

Tech's fingers fumble nervoulsy with his holopad. He is tense, on the edge of a panic. You are about to leave him, as you said just for a while, but he doesn't believe that.

"Then why are you leaving me?"

You take a deep breath, you know explaining this to him won't be easy.

"Tech, during our relationship, you went through a stark transformation. You went from super shy to super clingy. We live in a very small space and you hardly give me time to breathe, you're always attached to me. Sometimes you literally suffocate me. I can't do anything without you looking over my shoulder or clinging to me. I can't even use the refresher by myself most of the time. I've tried to explain before, that I need some space, but it hasn't changed."

He stares at you in horror, Tech loves you, being close to you is the most beautiful and important thing for him. That you perceive this at least partly as a burden, hurts him incredibly deeply.

"I'm suffocating you? That's what it feels like to you?"

His voice is brittle, his look so shaken that you regret telling him.

"Sometimes," you say meekly.

"And now you want to leave me?"

By now his voice is quivering, he's shaking.

"No, Tech. I love you, but I need some time and space for myself"

He swallows and asks bitterly, "Maybe other men too?"

You shake your head and say seriously, "No. Certainly not that. Just some time and space that's all"

"But you'll be back?"

"I promise"

Tech nods. He pulls himself together. At least until you leave the Marauder. As soon as you're out of earshot and sight, he collapses into a weeping heap of misery.

At least that's how I see what could happen in a relationship with Tech. I'm sure he's shy and oblivious to some extend in the beginning but transforms into a super affectionet, clingy partner.

Crosshair

This is not easy at all. It's always been a bit bumpy between the two of you. He's teasing, he's snarky and he's often acting aloof, not letting you really close. Being with him is always kind of an exhausting process of trying to open him up, being the sexy thing he wants and deal with his snark and tease. There is people who would deal with this with ease. But you need a break.

As he sees you packing he stops and waits for a moment in silence. You don't even know he's there and almost get a heart attack as you turn around and see him.

"Maker!"

"You can call me Crosshair"

You almost grin about that stupid joke, but you pull yourself together.

"I'll be with my friends on Naboo for a while"

He frowns.

"For how long?"

You shrug.

"Don't know, days... weeks, maybe months"

He's unfolding his arms and stares at you.

"Come again? Did you say months? What the hell? Why?"

You sigh.

"It's just for a while. I'll come back. If you want"

He's stepping up to you.

"Of course I want you to come back, I don't want you to go for so long in the first place. Is this about me? Is this about what I said yesterday about your cooking?"

"No, It's a lot of things coming together. I'm exhausted and I need a break"

You see him take a deep breath.

"Are you okay with this?", you ask carefully.

He shrugs, you see his expression getting defiant and hard. He's hurt but he won't admit that.

"Do what you think you have to, but don't come crying to me if you come back after months and I have a new girl"

He storms out of the room. He'll run after you later. Apologizing very meekly and trying to make you stay.

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[vithe-potato]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request headcanons or a lil smth (in honor of pride month starting today 🤗🏳️‍🌈) about reader/SO coming out to TBB members? (They can be in a relationship or not, whichever is easier)

Thank you! Also I absolutely adore your writing❤️❤️

- 🧟 anon

Coming out to The Bad Batch

GN!Younger!Reader x Platonic Bad Batch

(Reader is around 16 y/o) I wish when I had come out to my parents, that they would have been supportive, so I made the boys kind of father figures in this.

Warnings: None. No specific sexuality. Edit: Sorry! fem nicknames are used.

Words: 895

You were absolutely terrified about what would happen. They couldn't kick you out, could they? They wouldn't, would they? Omega sensed your nervousness and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, everything will work out fine." She said softly.

"I know, I can't help it." You gave her a light frown. You were sitting in her 'room' discussing how you were going to tell the boys that you didn't fit into the stenotype of the usual teenager.

"It won't matter to them, I know it!" She tries to encourage you, you had already backed out on this 2 times, you had to do this now, or you never would.

Your last mission was a day ago, and you were headed back to Cid's for more work. It was the perfect time, at least that's what Omega says. She said everybody would be most relaxed at this time, and you agreed, favoring now more than in the middle of, or right before a mission.

Although your brain knew that they wouldn't care, your body defied it. Your hands were shaking just thinking about what you were going to say. With the number of things going on in your lives, this shouldn't be such a big deal. But to you it was, you had been with these people long enough that you could feel comfortable being venerable with them. Sharing that who you love romantically or sexually, is something that broke you apart from a lot of people in the past. And you would hate to be the person to break what you have... a family.

"Come on, tell them before we get to Cid's. Don't overthink this, you don't need a big speech, just say it." I nod at Omegas words, and swallow the lump in my throat. Omega had figured out about this little 'secret' when she caught you staring a little too long at a girl/boy your age in the market. Omega never thought it was unusual, she didn't really know too much about love and relationships in the first place.

"Alright, lets go." I say, and before I change my mind, I grab her hand and we walk down to where the others are sitting. They nod towards the both of you as you walk in, and continue their conversations. "I have-" You started quietly, they hadn't heard you. Omega hit's you on the arm lightly, you look down at her and she nods encouragingly.

You clear your throat before speaking again, "I have something to tell you guys." They stop what they are doing and turn to you. Tech adjusts his goggles as you push your fingernails into your sweaty palm and look down at your feet. It was silent as they waited to hear you, only the sounds of the ship could be heard.

"I recognize that you are nervous, I would like assure you that you can tell us what you need to without fear." Tech reassured. Wrecker chimed in with a loud 'yeah!' right after.

"I- well- I just wanted-" Just say it Omega's words played in your head. Tears started to well in your eyes, you didn't even know why. Why were you so overwhelmed by saying a few words? "I'm (your sexuality)"

A few of their eyes widened. "Wha's Tha'?" Wrecker asked, Tech gave an overly explained answer to which you were sure made Wrecker even more confused. "Many people who share this information with others are treated negatively afterwards, explaining y/n's nervousness in this situation." You kept your eyes on the ground, the specs of dirt on your shoes suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world.

Echo got up and walked over to you, placing a soothing hand on your shoulder. "Hey, look at me." You tilted your head to look into his eyes. "Thank you for telling us, I know it can be scary-"

"And we are glad that you feel comfortable enough to tell us these things." Hunter stands as well. Wrecker pushes the two of them aside and picks you up in the biggest hug you have ever gotten.

"Yeah! We love ya', and we will no matter what!" Wrecker boomed and your eyes widened a bit at his statement. He set you down gently and a tear rolled down your face. He immediately tensed up, "Did I hurt you? Did I hug ya' too-"

"No- no Wreck, I'm just, this made me really happy." You sniffled, giving an upside-down smile and tried to wipe your tears away.

"We will except you no matter what, there is nothing wrong with having romantic feelings for a person that is not of the opposite gender." Tech put his finger in the air. "It's something many do not understand, love is not only a matter of male and female, it depends on preference, as well personality and friendship." You nod at him.

"Thank you, guys." You look back down at Omega who is smiling with an 'I told you so' look on her face.

"No need to thank us, it should be more accepted anyway." Echo nods at you.

"You can always tell us anything, how about we celebrate when we land?" Hunter offered, smirking at your cute pouty smile. He's glad he can finally give you a life you deserve, somewhere you can be yourself.

"Mantel mix?" You smiled, pleadingly.

Happy Pride month!!!

sorry if this was shit

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[kanskje-kaffe]

What are your thoughts on cloneshipping? I recently got into it not really as a ship but I feel more like a crack ship that I sometimes go back too cause some of the art and stories are really cool. I also havent really watched much of tcw (I am busy and cant binge 7 seasons ) and i can see it in some fics but other fics i see them and the found family/brothers/brothers in arms. Sorry kinda rambling

Heyyyy no problem, ramble away haha! I love cloneships! I don’t really have any cloneship OTPs - I really go to bat for Rexakin and Foxakin and so far no cloneships have quite hit that height - but there’s some I really enjoy. I think the military culture and kinship makes for fantastic dynamics around trust and intensity, as well as belonging to a subculture that no one else shares or even can share. There’s a reason Val Kilmer said he considered Top Gun to be his first gay role LMAO! And you’re right, some of the cloneship artists and writers are SO talented. Amazing people!!

My favorite clones are Rex, Gregor, Fox, Howzer, Fordo, Echo, Wrecker and Tech from TBB, and Fi from Repcomm, but I’d basically give my life for any of the boys and I love hearing about other people’s special favorites!

(I’m guessing this is maybe off the back of the found family post I reblogged (sorry if it isn’t tho haha!) and I wanna make it extra clear on this post too that my view of “found family” is non-nuclear. A found-family that slots people into mom/dad/big bro/youngest sibling/etc slots is my idea of hell. I don’t like it for the Jedi or the clones. A group consisting of parents and their children is just called “a family”, and it’s great, and it’s completely not what found-family is. Found family is metaphorical - you get the love and support normally associated with family from a different source, ie, not family. A secret second thing.

I love the dynamic of clones as found-family and as military brothers in arms, both of which can become romantic relationships and do in real life, and while I can see familial dynamics between some individual clones I think the insistence some people have on viewing them as literal siblings is super weird. Like first of all there’s five million of them… this isn’t Ratatouille LOLLL Also I think it kind of flattens them from the vividity of this rich life and full culture and the unthinkable hardships they’ve endured together into like… Malcolm in the Middle in Space. (I also don’t think the literal-family reading is reflected in the text at all.))

If you do get time to watch some more TCW even in small doses I hiiighly recommend it, and the Repcomm books have amazing clone stories and characters too! You should message me off anon, I’d love to talk more about the crack cloneships you like too! 🤗🤗❤️

#clone troopers #cloneshipping #I’m still soapboxing abt found family today sorry everyone

[daimyosprincess]

Hey! Your writing is amazing so I wanna as questions 4 and 5 of the fanfic writers asks for Ex Libris ❤️

Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it x

Thank you for the ask bb!! I love your writing too, especially for my special big boy Wrecker 💕 he deserves all the love

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Oooooo yikes this is a tricky one. I absolutely adore writing the dialogue for Ex Libris because it's so fun and their relationship practically writes itself. I loved Boba and reader's back and forth in her office in Part I because I myself am a HUGE flirt and I also really like their exchange in Part IV where she's assuring Boba about her feelings in his moment of doubt. Specific line wise, I'm going to go with this bit of Boba's from Part II because it's what kick starts their relationship to me and definitely not because it makes me all melty and blushy. Boba just cares for his princess so much 😭

“Oh, sweet girl,” Boba croons, the gravel of his rasping voice smoothed over with adoration, “precious thing, I’m going to take such good care of you. You can let go, my pretty little princess, I’ve got you, it’s okay. I’m going to treat you like you deserve, babygirl, don’t you worry anymore. Just let go.”

5: What part was hardest to write?

Not to be dramatic, but I am in love with both of them in Ex Libris 😭 They are constantly in my brain with all these scenarios that make me just want to write them all the time instead of working on any of my other WIPs. All that to say, there hasn't been anything that was too terribly hard to write but if I had to choose I guess it would be Part IV (and that still ended up being the longest chapter lmao). I wanted to show how their relationship was beginning to take shape and it took me longer than the other parts to get it how I liked. You gotta get those emotions just right 🤌

#in conclusion i am in love with them #ask game #ex libris fic #ask

[biaswreckingfics]

Hey Britt my angel 😇

How are you? I miss you 💕

What are your thoughts on the new Exo album? I was so happy about their comeback and to see them as 8 together after a long time 🥹

Aside from that I dived into the world of Ateez lately (well there I go to stan yet another group 😅). Who is your bias? And do you like ‚Bouncy‘ as much as I like it? 😝

Big cyber hug from meee ❤️

Michi!! 🥺🥺❤️❤️ hello!! How are you!??!

It was so beyond nice to get an ot8 album 😭😭 though my ot9 heart still cried a little inside. I'm so happy we were able to get Jongin with all of the boys before he had to enlist, as well. The album overall was good!! They gave us the vocals that the kpop industry desperately needed 💅💅

A NEW ATINY!?!??! I LOVE THIS!! THIS IS SO EXCITING!! 🥳🥳🥳 funny that you should mention Bouncy, because Outlaw is my favorite atz album!! I'm so absurdly obsessed. It's definitely gonna be in my top songs for Spotify this year lol

That leads me to the fact that I got wrecked HARD this comeback 🥴🥴. I was a Yeosang/Seonghwa bias with Hongjoong/Jongho wreckers.... I am now Yeosang/Wooyoung bias with San/Seonghwa wreckers lmao. I finally gave in to the core 4 that captured my attention when I was a baby tiny, and I LOVE being Woosang biased 🥺🥺❤️❤️ they're my babies.

#michi-0o0

[gyuphorias]

gonna hit you with a few hard thoughts bc yeah 😮‍💨

mingyu is literally such a gentle giant and wants nothing more than to make you feel good. like, he will literally put his own horniness aside to make ensure that you’re feeling good. always checks in on you, could be mid stroke just absolutely wrecking you and he’d still ask (all shy) if what he’s doing is okay and if he needs to slow down or soften up or something.

is so in love with eating you out. doesn’t need to get his dick wet or anything as long as he can taste you. and if you play with him, or put him on some sort of punishment or restrict him from eating you out he gets so :(( big ball of sadness and he’s upset. literally asks everyday until the time is up if he can taste you a promises he’ll be good this time around and that he won’t tease you (it’s a lie).

let’s be honest, you knew this next part was coming: yes, mingyu is gentle with you but oh my god he loves roughing you up and manhandling you a bit. he typically will let you tease him a little bit bc he’s so soft for you but if you tease him a bit too much ??? or better yet, being a bit bratty 🙂 he’s just frowning at you bc he’s never seen you like this :( you’re always so good for him :( he’s rough, but not too rough in case he hurts you, but that still doesn’t stop him from fucking into you deeper than he normally does. it’d be 😵‍💫 too if he’d laugh at you or mock you a bit because he broke you back into being his good baby so easily, he barely had to do too much.

those are what i have for rn but my mind is always full of mingyu <3

the things i would do, the crimes i would commit JUST to get mingyu to manhandle and mock me bye omg....... the way he'd call you all the cute petnames in the book w such a condescending edge laced into them, completely contradicting the way he's fucking into you so hard that you're moving up the mattress and jolting w each thrust BYE oh these r my downfall tonight for REAL

#🌙 — talking to the moon #🌙 — dream #☄️ — hard thoughts #☄️ — svt #the way he's not even my bias or a wrecker #but i am looking so disrespectfully #i'm in love with ALL of those boys if i'm honest tbh #took me forEVER to pick biases #and i'm still switching up every day #but mingyu #oh i just wanna sit on his lap and make out w him #he gets me GOING #my big tall gentle giant ❤️ #naur i'm definitely on my way to being drunk

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

so i had a conversation with @ahsokasleftbicep a little awhile ago about Mando’a nicknames for the boys, and I decided to write these headcanons!

this will also be my first time posting headcanons!! i’d like to write more in the future, and i made them gender-neutral, but i might have added a few from a fic or two (all of them, i mean all of them, i have no shame lol :D)

enjoy my goonies🥰☺️❤️

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*Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to the Star Wars universe, nor do I own anything relating to the Clone Wars universe. I do not own any characters, places, or things unless they are of my own creation.*

GiF is from @mutantfactor

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The Bad Batch & Nicknames

ft. The Boys & Their S/O

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Hunter

Hunter really enjoys giving nicknames to his brothers, Omega, & his S/O. Terms of endearment are his language, and he loves to see the smile that comes up onto his S/O’s when he calls them a sweet name. As for Mando’a nicknames, he uses common ones such as “mesh’la” or “cyare” but tends to gravitate more towards nicknames that have a special meaning for him and his S/O. He loves basing his nicknames off of inside jokes, memories, or things that he thinks represents his S/O’s personality well. He wants his S/O to feel special and cared for by the nicknames he gives them, and likes to let them know that they hold his heart in the palms of their hands.

Nicknames for Hunter from his S/O include: Hunt, Love, Honey, Ner Copikla Ruus’alor (my charming sergeant), Copikla (charming), & My Prince

Nicknames for Hunter’s S/O from Hunter include: Sweetheart, Angel, Honey, Mesh’la, Cyare, & My Princess

Wrecker

Wrecker may seem scary out in battle as he takes down droids, but we all know him to be just a big teddy bear. He’s very kind and sweet, and though he doesn’t really give too many nicknames to his brothers, he definitely loves to give nicknames to his S/O. He calls his S/O every name in the book, and though he’s not one for more sentimental nicknames, he still loves to give them any and every nickname that comes to his mind. Many times he’ll use nicknames to fluster or get that shy look on his S/O’s face, but for the most part, he loves seeing their eyes light up at an endearing nickname. Wrecker tends to gravitate more towards cute, silly nicknames, but he won’t hesitate to use Mando’a nicknames.

Nicknames for Wrecker from his S/O include: Wreck, Baby, Teddy Bear, Babe, Hercules, Hubby, Ner Hahl/Ner Kar’am (both mean ‘my breath’ because I feel as though Wrecker’s S/O gets their breath taken away whenever they realize once again that their lover is this kind and sweet man. I also wasn’t for sure which word was correct, so I put both)

Nicknames for Wrecker’s S/O from Wrecker include: Sweetie, Mesh’la, Cyare, Pumpkin, Precious, Boo, & Baby

Echo

Echo, in my opinion, is a soft and gentle lover. He isn’t as vocal about his love for his S/O as some of his other brothers, but he definitely isn’t shy about it. He likes to call his S/O names that are more meaningful, or have a sentiment behind them. Mando’a nicknames are common, but he does tend to call his S/O some more simple nicknames such as “love” or “darling.” He enjoys seeing that little spark of affection in their eye after he’s called them by a name other than their own. Echo would also call his S/O a nickname based on their actual name. He finds it to help him feel closer to them as a partner in general, but also allows him to tell them and remind them that he’s here for them.

Nicknames for Echo from his S/O include: E, Dear, Sweetheart, Handsome, Sweets, & Ner Eyayah (my echo)

Nicknames for Echo’s S/O from Echo include: Darling, Love, My Sweet, My Star, Mesh’la, Cyare, Cyar’ika, & My Y/N

Tech

Tech is definitely the kind of lover to quietly love you, but will not hesitate to show that you are his, and he is yours. Tech is quite bashful and shy when he gives his S/O a nickname, but the smile on their face washes away any nerves. He’s quite formal, and likes to address people by their names or formal titles. That being said, Tech won’t hesitate to give his S/O sweet, soft nicknames. In fact, he researches it constantly. Which ones are the best, which ones to say during certain situations, etc. He doesn’t use Mando’a nicknames often, but sometimes he’ll whisper them to his S/O as they fall asleep in his lap. Tech prefers simple and sweet nicknames, but he does tend to give his S/O a more tender nickname once in a while.

Nicknames for Tech from his S/O include: Techie, Smartie Pants, Freckles, My Genius, Clever One, Ner Mirdala Riduur (my clever husband), Ner Gotabar (my engineer)

Nicknames for Tech’s S/O from Tech include: My Love, My Darling, Dearest, Dear, Cyare, My One And Only, Beautiful, Fair One, & My Treasure

Crosshair

Crosshair is a very quiet lover. He very seldom will show off the relationship he has with his S/O to others, he is a very private person by nature. He won’t hesitate to make it known that his S/O is his, but he doesn’t do it unless absolutely necessary. One thing that Crosshair does make known about him and his S/O’s relationship is the nicknames they have for each other. Crosshair is known for teasing, and he won’t stop in giving you the silliest nicknames, many based on inside jokes or things that only you two understand. He does like to give very touching nicknames too, ones that represent what his S/O does or is to him. He uses Mando’a nicknames from time to time, but he does feel ones he himself or ones that you two share feel more personal and intimate.

Nicknames for Crosshair from his S/O include: Cross, Hotshot, Weirdo (affectionate), Mr. Mischievous, Ram’ser (sniper), Ner Ram’ser (my sniper), & Butterfly

Nicknames for Crosshair’s S/O from Crosshair include: Your Highness, Darlin’, Sweet One, Little One, Ducky (for that one time you fell in a pond with ducks), Heartbeat, Mesh’la, & Sunshine

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#these are very cute #also very proud :D #i hope you enjoy it :p #bad batch headcanons #moony’s hcs #the bad batch x you #the bad batch x reader #star wars #the bad batch #clone trooper crosshair x reader #clone trooper tech x reader #sergeant hunter #clone trooper echo #clone trooper wrecker #moony’s writing

[a-lil-perspective]

The Clones and what they would give you or do for your big day. Happy birthday!! 🥺 Rex- A big bouquet of flowers! Your favorite kind Echo- he would read through all of your amazing writings and leave well deserved compliments on every single one of them. Fives- Cook your favorite dinner together of course! Quality time and some yummy food. Jesse- Crosshair. No seriously. He will catch him in a box and send him to you. will even throw on a bow! Kix- Did someone say a birthday shopping spree? Tup- A big hug. Sometimes thats all you need. Dogma- he would try and write a little fanfic about you and a topic that you love Hardcase- he would plan a fun day out. Mini golf or maybe a movie and finding funny ways to sneak snacks into the theatre. He talks during the whole movie but its to make you laugh so its a-okay! Coric- surprises you with a cup of coffee in the morning and some donuts Bly- a boudoir calendar of himself. He can be a bit much sometime 99- He would clean your whole home for you while you took a nice long birthday nap Cody- a gift basket of nice soaps, bathbombs, and lotions. Hypoallergenic Waxer/Boil- would set up babysitting for you so you could enjoy an evening out on the town Wolffe- a birthday picnic in the park Boost/Sinker- a big container of your favorite cookies and cupcakes Hunter- snuggles on the couch with a new blanket, some takeout pizza, and your favorite show on the tv. Wrecker- surprise party with all of your family and friends. He insists on a pin the tail on the donkey tournament Tech- hacks into the school system and changes all of your grades for you. A nice crafting kit Crosshair- a quiet night together in a cabin somewhere in the mountains, snuggled up by the fire as you talk about nothing

I hope you have an amazing day and get to spend it the way you deserve<3

😭❤️😍

Catch me literally crying over this.

@soclonely. This. Is beyond wonderful and made me feel so warm and fuzzy. What an amazing birthday gift. Thank you so much for making this especially for me. I love you and your work; you are so brilliant and this has got to be one of if not my most favorite “The Clones As” post of yours.

I almost didn’t want to post this because I wanted to keep it in my inbox forever. I’ve literally been daydreaming about spending my birthday with each of these boys; they’re all such heartwarming scenarios and they are so tailor-made for me—I really appreciate all the thought you put into this.

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Rex and my favorite flowers.

Echo and reading my work.🥺He is such a lovely soul and I would so appreciate all of his feedback and insight.

Fives and making my favorite dish—I actually got to do this today and the whole time I was thinking of enjoying it with Fives.

JESSE SENDING ME CROSSHAIR. OMG. I AM LIVING. I imagine opening a tall, skinny box and pulling out a very disgruntled Crosshair. Then I stick the bow on his head and give him a kiss.🥰

HELL YEAH I’D LOVE TO GO SHOPPING WITH KIX.

I BET TUP GIVES THE BEST HUGS.

Dogma and writing me a fic—I would absolutely love to read his work.😍

Hardcase would make for an amazing and eventful day. I would go anywhere with him he is so lively.

Coric giving me coffee and donuts omg bless I love him.🥺❤️

BLY AND A BOUDOIR CALENDAR OF HIMSELF OMG.😂😂

99 cleaning my house AWWW I would totally spend time with him doing that; he is wonderful.

Cody would have the BEST taste in soaps, bath bombs, and lotions. It would be very much appreciated.😍

I would trust Waxer and Boil with my adike 100%.🥺

Wolffe and a birthday picnic in the park. Omg I was wearing the PERFECT picnic dress today and I was hardcore fantasizing about this. Pure bliss.

Boost and Sinker are the real deal with cupcake/cookie tins!!!!!

Hunter and snuggles.🥺❤️😍I would give anything to hold this man. I’d cover us both up with my 50lb weighted blanket.

Wrecker would throw THE BEST birthday shindig he has so much energy and I love him to death. XD

Tech gifting me a crafting kit... I am literally🥺🥲I would absolutely adore that. Now I’m dreaming of doing crafts with Tech...

OKAY I’M FREAKING MELTING OVER CROSSHAIR. Spending a quiet night with him snuggled up by the fire during a mountain getaway... I am so soft it hurts.

#soclonely #this is the best thing🥺❤️😍😭 #the clones as #star wars #star wars the clone wars #the bad batch #lil’s birthday

[damerondala]

Wrecker or Hunter for the date ask hehehe and please give reasons 👀

oh my G O D nina i think you know my answer already but when you throw headband boy in the mix??? i think i’m gonna give reasons for both then give you my final answer lol 👀

wrecker: probably the best cuddler in the universe, would put up with my wack ass emotions, 100/10 snack buddy, has a big dick i just know he does, would lift me up no problem, handsome man!!!!!!!!

hunter: responsible, would also be a nice cuddle buddy (but might not wanna do it 24/7 yikes), would be the b e s t daddy 🥺, v sexy tattoos

love em both but ain’t nobody comparing to my big bitch, the love of my life, ❤️wrecker❤️

#if you had asked me this when i first saw tbb in the seventh season of clone wars i would’ve said hunter #but bruh i love wrecker so much it should be illegal #also so glad to see you in my box my love 🥺💛 #justanotherstarwarswhore #asks #ask games

[zoeykallus]

Hello! May I suggest HCs of the Bad Batch + Howzer reacting to Reader proposing to them? ❤️

Aloha!

I've done the other way arround The Bad Batch (+Rex) x Reader - Proposal

I like the idea :)) Let's see!

The Bad Batch + Howzer x Reader HC's - Your Proposal

Warnings: Suggestive in parts / 18+ (to be safe)

Hunter

Either way he'll be taken by surprise. Hunter is a man who's not afraid of comitment but he needs to be really sure. So my advice would be not to make this proposal to early in your relationship.

When the time is right, set a relaxed and romantic scene. Doing it out in nature at a picnic would be a sweet idea he'd really like.

Hunter will be flattered, proud and feeling honored that you picked him. His way of saying yes will be a fiery kiss followed by a hot make out session.

"If I'd ever be with someone for the rest of my life, it is you"

Hunter will be happy. He'll keep every promise he makes and will always lovingly take good care of you.

Echo

This sweet guy is baffled. Echo get's nervous, barely able to believe you picked him of all people.

"You could have anyone you want. You really pick me?"

He knows you love him but it's such a dream come true moment for him that he has trouble to really believe it. Give him a moment, he'll say yes.

Echo is actually pretty romantic, but not the super fancy kind. Pick a sweet little restaurant with homy atmosphere and good food. Nothing fancy, rather something sweet and small. He'll feel way more comfortable this way.

Echo will be so moved that he has trouble to find the right words and instead will give you a sweet long kiss before saying yes.

You couldn't have found a more caring husband.

Wrecker

No need to wait long or make big arrangements. He knows what he want's and that is you. He'll appreciate every effort you make, but there is no need for much of a fuzz.

He is with you, he loves you. Wrecker will be a very happy man if you ask him to be your husband.

"Mesh'la! Yes! When? Can't wait to make it official! Gotta tell my brothers!"

His love for you is deep, he'll be all in for it, even if you want to marry the same day.

He'll make it his mission to keep you loved, happy and safe for as long as he breaths.

Tech

You two could be in the engine room. You know he can hardly resist you when he sees you among all the tools in your work clothes. He really has a thing for it. In stark contrast, he loves to see you in evening gowns, too. So you have a choice. Both scenarios and attire make him weak for you, body and soul.

He'll look at you confused at first. He's not sure if you really said what he heard you say.

"You want to marry me?"

"Yes, Tech"

"For real?"

"Yes, Darling"

He'll look at you, big eyes behind the lenses of his goggles. And yes that soft, sweet face he'll make will be irresistible.

"I'd love to"

After a sweet longing kiss he'll say, "We should celebrate this"

If you are in the engine room, he'll undress your right then and there. If you are out in night gown, he'll lure you somwhere privat. Your genius is a pretty naughty boy actually.

Tech, who was so shy in the beginning, has become a very devoted lover with high sex drive in your relationship.

You will certainly never be bored with him. Loyal, faithful, curious, experimental and devoted. Who would not want to marry him?

Crosshair

Oh boy. Take your time. He is not the comitment type. Crosshair needs to be really connected with you on a deep level. To get to that level it takes a lot of time. Years actually. Which isn't a bad thing, to wait a few years before getting married is a good idea for most couples to be honest.

But this one is still tricky. Crosshair may love you and feel deep for you, but that before mentioned connection is very important. He needs to feel like he really needs you in his life. Otherwise a proposal could lead to a breakup. He could feel pushed and he tends to retreat when he feels cornered.

So, take your time. You'll know when. He will have opened up to you over the years a lot. And considering that he is a physical kind of guy, arrange a hot evening with a lot of loving and fooling around with him. Make his knees weak before you ask him. He might not react like Echo or Wrecker, but if you know him that wasn't really what you expected anyway.

"A wedding, huh? Do we have to invite Hunter?"

You chuckle, "He's your brother"

"Yeah I guess we should invite him", he says with a smirk.

"So you are saying yes?"

He smirks at you.

"Come here, Kitten, I'll show you how I say yes"

You're in for a long and hot night.

His love is fierce but deep and real. He is protective, passionate and determined in everything he does.

Howzer

The easiest way to get him is with a fine home cooked dinner, candle light, sweet dessert and some soft music. He's a tiny bit of a romantic cliché.

If you wanna go all in. Maybe take a bubble bath together before dinner. Relax, have a good time. He loves those evenings with you more than anything. It's a good way to set the mood for your question.

He'll grab you for a kiss, before he says yes and is going for a sweet and cuddly slow dance with you right after.

"I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy"

Howzer will keep you safe, happy and loved for as long as he lives. He is the kind of husband to surprise his partner with little romantic treats almost every day. He is a greatful and giving husband. He'll never take you for granted.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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