#Star Wars wrecker

[neyswxrld]

butterflies in your chest

Wrecker x reader

summary: Finally, you and Wrecker are able to take a long planned hike, which ends with a sweet picnic and some confessions!

warnings/vibe: established relationship, kisses, first time saying "i love you"

words: ~1770

a/n: happy bad batch eve! i just found this little oneshot and thought i could share it to calm our (my) nerves! i hope you enjoy it.

p.s.: english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes! also, i feel like my brain was a little afk during all of this. sorry for that, too!

"Blanket?"

"Check."

"Sunscreen?"

"Cheeks. And on my head. And your face."

"The food?"

"Everything in here."

"Good. Ready to go?"

"Ready when you are," Wrecker grins and holds his hand out for you to take.

Smiling, you reach forward and place your hand in his, walk up to him and stand on your tip toes, to give him a small kiss on his, still slightly creamy cheek.

You feel how his grin widens under your lips and how his hand tightens around yours for a few seconds.

"Okay, let's go," you say, and together you walk out of the door.

The weather is sunny and warm, but the slight breeze allows you to cool off a bit, protecting you from overheating.

It was a perfect day for your date.

It was planned for quite some time already. While you both were dreaming of some piece and quiet time to relax, with some snacks to share and cuddling atop a blanket, waiting for the incoming nightfall, you never actually had the time or capacities to do a picnic in the woods.

But since you've finally settled down on Pabu and everything calmed down a bit, you are finally able to do just what you've dreamed of for so long.

Even though there isn't a big forest on the island, you both are fine with going down to the beach or looking for another spectacular but comfortable place to lay out your blanket.

The walk is like a hike with an open ending, and only to be finished when you find your perfect place, so Wrecker and you are walking hand in hand through the streets and into some looser, wilder terrain. 

Even though Pabu has a high population, and you'll always find a small cottage with one or two residents, the island still provides incredible nature.

A small lake follows your path, left and right are some spectacular bushes and plants with the prettiest colors. Above and beneath you are some cliffs that contribute to the mountainous terrain and provide a place to live for many animals.

"Has Tech told you about those birds?" you ask Wrecker as you see one of the white-grayish animals gliding above your heads and entering a small opening on the cliff's side.

Wrecker looks down at you, some sweat sticking to his forehead, before he turns his head at where you're pointing at.

"Uh, bet he did, but I can't remember," he smiles sheepishly and scratches his neck, looking at you with his brown eyes.

"Do you want me to freshen up your memories?" you ask him, knowing that he hates being so forgetful.

"Of course," he nods and looks at you, ready for your incoming ramble.

Grinning, you start to tell him about the animal and some specialties about its beak that is strong enough to dig holes into stone walls. Wrecker listens carefully and asks some questions here and there, encouraging you to share the knowledge you had from his brother, mixed with some of your own research.

You even take a break for a few minutes and watch one of the birds that decided to start digging an entry with purposeful hits.

"Can't promise I'll keep all of that in my head, but you're always welcome to freshen up my memories," he exclaims, looking down at you happily.

"Oh, I will, no worries," you answer and smile back up at him, before starting to follow your path again.

The two of you walk for some more time, and you tell him different things about the various animals you can see or hear, encouraged by his excited looks, before you think you've finally found your place. 

It was the edge of a cliff again, but there were different kinds of flowers and plants, making the floor a colored but beautiful mess. You can perfectly see the ocean from here, and you'll know the sunset is going to be amazing. The place is also secluded, a little bit higher up, so no one will come and disturb you, you're sure of that.

Wrecker puts down his bag and fishes out the blanket, shaking it a little bit before putting it onto the floor, careful to place it somewhere without many flowers, as not to destroy them.

Excited, you jump onto the fabric and pull him down with you, getting at your bags to pull out the different foods you took with you.

"I'm so hungry," he rumbles, and a second later you hear his tummy do the same.

Laughing, you place a plate in his hand and start to unwrap your stuff even faster, silently agreeing with him.

You sit close to him, comfortably kneeling next to him and almost touching his legs, which he holds in a cross-legged stance.

"The hike was tiring," you say, and Wrecker nods, holding a slice of jogan fruit up to your face.

Excited, you take a bite and reach for one of them yourself to do the same with him.

"Sweet like you," Wrecker grins, his smile so genuine and pure that you believe him without a second thought.

"But not as sweet as you," you answer, playfully.

Together, you sit and eat for a while, talking, smiling, laughing. Enjoying the view, the food and the company. The sun is shining down on the two of you, warming you up, and almost reflects the happiness you feel at the moment.

When it starts to wander closer and closer to the edge where the ocean kisses the sky, the evening lightning turns darker, golden, red.

The clouds and the sky play a game of red, blue and orange, leaving you two in awe. It isn't the first sunset you've witnessed here on Pabu, but it is by far one of the most mesmerizing ones. Especially since Wrecker is sitting next to you, adding to the beauty of the moment.

You share some sweet kisses and touches, holding each other tightly. You never wanted to go back home again, if you would be able to stay here with him.

Even as the sun swaps with the moon, the sky turns dark, and the stars start to shine bright, you keep on holding each other.

You look at him from the side, observing how his features are illuminated by the silver light. His scar, the crook of his nose, his lips that are pulled up into a small, relaxed smirk, like so often when he's with you.

You could stare at him for hours, not ever getting enough of him.

His big hands affectionately glide over your back, and he draws small patterns with the tip of his fingers. Your thumb, lying on his stomach, does the same.

Suddenly overwhelmed with a few feelings, you snuggle up a little bit more, pressing yourself closer to him.

Shortly, he turns his head over, to look at you, before tugging you right into to his side.

Your chest feels weird, but not in a bad way. It is warm, almost hot, and you feel like there are thousands of little bugs walking in your chest. It tingles, and you wonder again, how so often, if those are the butterflies everyone is talking about. But instead of having them in your belly, they are in your chest.

While you keep looking at him, you enjoy the easy silence that settled between you.  You're only able to hear the sounds of the sea, some birds in the distance, and his even, deep breaths.

The atmosphere is relaxed, balanced. Just right. Like always, when you're with him.

And at this moment, where you lay next to each other, and you're getting lost in his presence, you decide that now is the time.

None of you said it before, being quite too shy or not ready yet.

But at this moment, you know you're ready. You want him to know how you feel. Even if he's not able to say it yet.

You want him to know.

You take all of your courage together, take a deep breath and say his name.

"Wrecker," you whisper into his ear, feeling how your heartbeat quickens and how your fingers start to tingle.

"Yeah?" he asks and turns his head slightly so he can look at you.

The moon illustrates his facial features, make them shine and glow in the right ankles, and underlines his beauty once more. His brown eyes shine with so much kindness and love. They're almost sparkling, and for a second, you lose yourself in them.

Your chest tightens a bit, but still not in a bad way. It feels like your heart skips a beat, and you suddenly feel warm all over your face. You're nervous, but at the same time, you realize again, just how happy you are and how much you want these three words to come out of your mouth.

You take a deep breath, try to calm your nerves a little bit and finally say those words for the first time.

"I love you," you smile and give him a light kiss on the cheek, just beneath his eye.

You know he won't react badly to your words, but you still can't look into his eyes for a second. So you decide for another kiss.

You feel how a grin spreads on his lips. Not able to control them, you feel how yours turn upwards, too.

Your hands are almost shaking because of all the tingling, but you feel how some of the tension you didn't know you were holding leaves your body.

You feel good.

"Hey, Cyare," he whispers, as soon as you separate and are able to look into his eyes again. His arms tighten around your body, and you're pressed closer to him once more. Not that you're complaining.

"What?" you ask back, paralleling his words from just a few seconds ago.

"I love you," he now fully grins, repeating your words, and presses his rough but gentle lips against your temple.

He pulls you close on top of his chest and turns onto his back at the same time, so you're laying on top of him now, able to see his face.

Grinning, he comes closer and repeats his kisses again and again, spreading them all over your face.

Giggling, you gently lay your hand on his jaw, feeling the light stubble beneath your fingertips and moving your thumb over it in a rhythmic movement.

You feel light, happy. Your smile is almost as big as your face.

"I love you," you whisper again, barely able to hear it yourself.

"I love you," Wrecker mimics.

Your lips touch.

You feel warm and comfortable. Loved.

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You'll Have to Go Through Me Pt 6

Part 6 of You'll Have to Go Through Me, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

So... just a heads up: this is actually the end of this arc. Aaaand I intend to spend the next week or so working through a couple Asks. Sorry it took so long to get out - feel like I kinda struggled a bit with it, but I do be having some interesting thoughts (courtesy of a collab braining session with my hubby) for what happens next (because I clearly don't have enough upcoming Doc stories lol)

Warnings: Mild PTSF, guilt, reference to torture/gore, profanity, heated kissing

WC: 4,340

The sound of those crashing waves again lulled me into a false sense of nearness as I followed the well-trod path toward the beach, endlessly believing I’d finally glimpse a stunning expanse of oceans upon cresting the next ridge only to find another dune stretching out before me. The Marauder was empty when Crosshair and I had reached it, but he’d urged me to continue alone as he ducked inside with a parting “Try not to start another fight until I get there.”

Alone, there was no blessed freedom from my thoughts, nothing to distract myself from the ache each step sent shooting through my hip nor the way my hand throbbed, and I quickly found my strides quickening if only to escape that haunted isolation. Acknowledging that I’d had no real choice in what I’d done offered little reprieve from the nauseating guilt brought on by the memories, and I quickly found myself so lost in those thoughts that I might have run mindlessly into Hunter before noticing him had he not reached out to grab my arms first, wide eyes studying me expectantly as I turned up to him with a quiet gasp.

“I was just coming to find you.” He said after a moment’s hesitation, words drawn out with an unspoken question. He glanced briefly past me before those worried eyes turned back to mine.

“He’s at the ship.” I answered, straining to force my breathing to slow. I knew it was pointless, that he could hear the rapid thudding of my heart and quickly tried to change the subject. “Couldn’t have landed closer to shore?” Hunter barely acknowledged the feigned annoyance in my words. “Usually, people go to the beach to relax, not for a workout.” He was still for just a moment longer before yielding beneath my silent plea with a gentle smirk.

“And here I thought you were tougher than the other nat-borns.” He teased, and relief fluttered through my chest. “Need me to carry you, princess?” I scoffed and tread purposefully around him.

“Don’t tempt me, Mr Big, Scary Clone Commando.”

“‘Scary’?” He sounded far too pleased with himself as he fell in step beside me, shoulder bumping lightly against mine. “I can think of a couple better ways to describe myself.” There was nothing forced in the chuckle that escaped me as I looked up at him.

“Yeah? What? Like cocky? Vain? Over-a-” The word cut off with a squeal of laughter as he threw me over his shoulder.

“Sorry, what was that?” He hummed fingers intentionally toying with the oversensitive skin at my sides any time I tried to speak. “Can’t quite hear you over all that giggling.”

“Hunter!” I shouted, eagerly ignoring the flash of pain as my hands latched onto the thick muscle atop his shoulder blades to steady myself. “Put me down!”

“And risk wearing out our precious med’ika? Boost would never forgive me.” My cheeks flared red.

“Hunter!” I shrieked again, but he merely shook with his own laughter as he continued along the trail a few more strides before finally setting me down, haughty grin toying with his lips as his touch lingered on my arms to steady me. I tried to glare at him but couldn’t restrain my mirth for even a fleeting moment as I tried not to think on the ease with which his powerful frame carried me.

“What’s with the… Doc!” The concern in Wrecker’s voice instantly shifted to excitement as he looked down at us from atop the dune, and I sent him a warm smile that quickly broke into laughter once more as he skidded down the hill, plowing into me with a breathtaking hug that forced out a quiet “oof” as he lifted me off my feet.

“Yuh had me so worried!” He said, and I could hear Hunter’s quiet chuckle beside us. “An’ then you were gone when I woke up, and I thought-” He suddenly stopped and carefully put me back down, blush flaring up his neck. “You, uh… sorry if I… made yuh uncomfortable…” His loud voice faded into an almost embarrassed murmur. “Didn’t really seem like yuh wanted me to let yuh go, so I just…” He lets his words fade with a shrug.

“Wrecker,” I called softly, heart jumping when he hesitantly met my gaze. “Thank you for helping me last night... I think I really needed it.” His blush deepened, but his lips pulled into a shy grin.

“Jus’ glad it helped.” He replied softly, and he paused for just a moment, watching me with that knowing softness that spoke volumes of the darkness he knew lingered just beneath my smile, but he allowed me to hide from it in the warmth of his presence. “Now, come on! If yuh thought the last fish we roasted was big, wait ‘til yuh see this one!” My brow hitched in interest as he turned and guided me over that final dune, arm draped casually around my shoulders.

I’d never seen water so clear. Even from afar, bursts of color shown through that crystalline blue from endless stretches of elaborate coral reefs through which I could just make out blurred streaks darting in and out of sight as countless fish thrived in the immaculate landscape hidden beneath the gentle waves. A comforting wind toyed with my hair, carrying the scent of sun-warmed sands garnished with a salty tang that was somehow far more subtle than I’d anticipated. The nearly white beach stretched out in a graceful curve to my right before vanishing beyond the tree line, while ivory cliffs blocked passage to my left, great boulders from which protruded elegantly from the water where the current crashed against them in great flurries of sparkling droplets.

“Worth the hike?” Hunter goaded with that haughty smirk.

“Depends. Am I going to get eaten the second I dip my toes in?” I asked, shooting a sideways glance at him.

“Probably not.” The utter ease with which his smokey voice murmured those words drew a huffed scoff from me, eyes rolling slightly.

“Nothin’ out there we can’t deal with, at least!” Wrecker chimed, pulling me forward once more.

Nestled just within the shadow of palms near the base of the cliff, they’d dug a pit into the sand from which I could just glimpse the glow of coals beneath a familiar metal grate, and I didn’t doubt Wrecker had hauled it from the Marauder the instant one of his brothers suggested they prepare a meal. He was right. Only half of the massive fish they’d somehow caught fit atop the grill, the remaining half hung from a nearby tree, flesh protected beneath a layer of broad leaves, and it was easily twice as large as the one we’d cooked on Devaron.

“No swimming… Got it…” I muttered, noting the row of sharp teeth nearly the length of my hand, and Wrecker let out a warm chuckle.

“Predators such as this tend to prefer feeding at dawn or dusk, making it highly unlikely one would attempt to target you in the next several hours.” I turned to find Tech reclined against the trunk of one of the swaying trees. A pile of tool and parts lay at his side, gaze turned toward his datapad though it didn’t appear as though he was truly looking at it so much as looking away from me, and that realization made my heart drop.

“So, you’re saying there’s only a small chance I’ll lose a limb.” I replied, gentle smile warming my voice in a silent plea, and that smile grew when his eyes flicked briefly to mine, lips just twitching in a grin of his own.

“It’s unlikely, but, yes, there’s a non-zero probability.” He yielded reluctantly.

“I’ll go with yuh!” Wrecker offered.

“Maybe after breakfast.” His eyes lit up at my response.

“A’right! I’ve been dyin’ to try this thing!” With that, he released me to trot toward the freshly cooked meal with Hunter following shortly behind.

“How are you feeling?” I asked quietly, moving to sit down a few feet away from the Tech.

“I do not believe I’ve suffered any long-term effects from the electrocution.” He answered, gaze again shifting toward me for a fleeting, almost shy glance that piqued my curiosity.

“Given that ‘short-term’ technically includes anything up to a month, would you care to elaborate?” I drawled, turning knowing eyes toward him, and I couldn’t help but warm at the way his lips bunched up.

“There’s some lingering fatigue and occasional muscle weakness, but it is minor enough that I anticipate it to resolve without the need for intervention.” His fingers tapped against the screen, but his attention remained somewhere just beyond whatever data lay within the illuminated surface.

“I’m glad.” I sighed in relief. His jaw twitched, but he seemed to think better of what he’d nearly said and quickly silenced himself. I ducked my head pointedly toward him, waiting, and I watched his fingers fidget anxiously with the seem of his gloves.

“Hunter… told me that you… well, that you carried me… again…” I almost couldn’t believe the sight of red creeping up his neck. “I apologize if it’s been burdensome.” Beneath a guilt that made my heart twist, there was a note of… something in his voice… excitement maybe? I found myself eager to lean into that underlying emotion rather than let him drown in a guilt that had no place between us.

“Stand up.” I instructed suddenly, already pushing myself to my feet as well, hands absently swiping at the sand clinging to my legs.

“Excuse me?” That confusion broke whatever aversion had kept him from meeting my eyes, and I had to bite back the relief upon finally seeing that brilliant burnt honey looking back at me.

“Stand up.” I said again, hand flaring out for emphasize. He stammered a moment longer, mind racing to understand my motivation before hesitantly moving to obey me. Without giving him time to object, I tread across the single step between us, crouching down to hoist him over my shoulder in a single, smooth motion. His datapad fell half-buried in the sand as his hands darted out to my back, a sharp gasp catching in his throat, and Wrecker’s laugh boomed across the dozen yards separating us from the grill.

“See?” I called, voice free of strain despite the way my hip balked from the effort. “This is what I do, Tech. It’s not a burden – you’re not a burden.” I bounced gently on the balls of my feet for emphasize and couldn’t help but grin at the way his breath caught in his throat.

“Y-yes; quite; you… you can put me down now.” He stammered, long legs stretching for the ground.

“Nah. I think he likes it up there.” Hunter teased as he approached us, thoughtlessly cleaning his knife of fish residue. Though I couldn’t see the expression on his face, I felt Tech turn sharply toward his brother and didn’t doubt the rage surely burning through his eyes.

“I told yuh she’s stronger than she looks!” Wrecker boasted. He was carrying a massive chunk of flaky meat atop one of the tree fronds, but his attention rested solely on us, pride shining in his eyes that drew a huff of laughter from me. I knew the pilot could have easily forced himself free, that he only refrained out of either respect or a reluctance to risk hurting me in the process. Regardless, my intent was merely to prove a point so, rather than dragging it out, I carefully lowered him back down.

Face a vibrant red, he quickly straightened his blacks indignantly. With a gentle smile, I retrieved his datapad and held it out for him. His blush only deepened in that brief moment of glancing toward me before accepting it, but he let out a short breath and nodded, jaw taut against what looked like the threat of his own smile, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Hunter was right…

Before my thoughts could wander over that possibility, the Sergeant’s expression suddenly dropped into an unimpressed stare, attention locked onto something just passed my shoulder.

“Ah.” Tech’s brief murmur held the same dismissive resignation as I followed their gazes and had to bite back the grin that tried to pull at my lips. Crosshair had finally caught up with us, armor apparently left behind on the Marauder along with his shirt. There wasn’t an ounce of shame in his eyes as he looked at each of his brothers in turn before letting his gaze rest on me, and I couldn’t begin to feign indifference.

There was something feline in the way his body moved, the tantalizing interplay of immaculately sculpted muscles emphasizing his every stride, and I couldn’t help but remember how perfect they felt beneath my hands as he towered over me in those moonlit woods, the strength of them as his weight pressed me into that scratchy blanket. He was paler than most clones, but the soft caramel of his skin held a warmth that still left me craving its touch, its scent, his taste.

Swallowing back the flare of want, I finally yielded, looking at him with the hunger he’d so effortlessly sent burning through me, and the smirk that instantly lit his face robbed me of any doubt that he’d known exactly what he was doing when he left the ship like that.

“Hope you put on some sunblock.” Hunter called, voice almost bored, but the taunt did nothing to deter the sniper’s pride. Crosshair’s lips pulled into a sneer, but before he could offer a retort, Wrecker interrupted them.

“Ah, you guys can bully each other later. Let’s eat!” I let out a quiet chuckle before pausing, glancing first toward the beach and then into the trees.

“Wait… Where’s Echo?” I asked, and the simple confusion in my voice twisted into a haunting dread at the way Hunter’s jaw tensed.

“He’s at the ship.” Crosshair answered, and I just caught the hard glare he shot his brother before schooling his face back into a nearly impassive disinterest. “Didn’t want to deal with the sand.” I could have pressed. I could have demanded they tell me the truth, admit that he was avoiding me rather than play into the lie, but I knew nothing would come of it. He didn’t want to see me. Nothing I said would change that simple hurt.

“Guess someone’ll just have to bring him some fish later.” My vain attempt at nonchalance fell painfully short, prompting a heaviness to the air around us that made my skin crawl. Drawing a quick breath, I turned my attention to the pile of meat Wrecker had carried from the fire. “Let’s not let it get cold.”

“What are you working on?” Short conversation had murmured between the brothers as we ate regarding empty speculations on where we might be sent next, if we’d be granted time to rest before the next mission, muttered complaints about how long it had been seen we’d found ourselves in an actual city, but as the meal ended, a less oppressive quiet settled between us.

Wrecker, stomach full and body warmed beneath the brilliant sun, lay dozing nearby while Hunter was busying himself with climbing the nearby cliff for a better view of the island. Crosshair had seated himself just near enough to me for his knee to occasionally brush mine, though he offered no reaction to those hidden touches as though they’d occurred by mere chance, so I pointedly turned my attention to the now nearly completed device in Tech’s hands. His eyes darted toward me for just a moment upon hearing my question before returning to his work.

“A tester scomp of sorts.” He stated absently, attention focused on piecing the remaining sheath atop the intricate series of wires. “This should grant us some warning against another malicious failsafe such as what we encountered at the outpost.” My interest instantly piqued, relief pouring through me for a worry I hadn’t realized I’d had. There was a time I would have been shocked that he’d been able to create something out of whatever lay about the Marauder, but I’d long since learned not to think such limitation to be a hindrance to the man before me.

“You think it’ll be able to trigger whatever trap that was?” I asked, voice hushed beneath a desperate hope.

“I’ll need to test it first… but, yes. While I doubt they’d attempt the same strategy twice, I believe caution is the appropriate tactic going forward.” Some of his words were drawn out, as though he’d nearly forgotten he was speaking as he finished attaching the final piece. Before I could reply, he pushed himself to his feet. “Excuse me – I’ll need to use the Marauder to verify it’s efficiency.”

With that, he quickly disappeared among the trees. With Hunter mere feet from the distant lip of shockingly pale stone and Wrecker making barely a sound as he slept, my mind revolted against the silence. It was too easy to fall back into the memory of those screams, to hear the crunch of bone in the sound of waves crashing against sand. As though I could feel him studying me, I glanced over to find Crosshair’s eyes trained on mine, and I briefly feared he could hear the way my heart raced.

Dismissing that worry, I hid my panic beneath a tiny smirk and let my gaze flick pointedly into the rich rainforests blanketing the island before looking back toward him, intent clear in my gaze. His brow twitched ever so slightly, jaw tensing beneath a want I was too eager to lose myself in. Without a word, I silently pushed myself to my feet, relieved to hear him following in my wake.

Barely a half dozen yards separated us from the tree line before his arm wrapped around my chest, and I couldn’t hold back the thrilled gasp as he pulled me flush to him, hunger instantly bursting through me at the heat of his powerful form. My hands automatically darted up to clasp his forearm, head tilting back to rest atop his shoulder as my lips readily pulled into a wide grin. I expected him to kiss me, felt myself shifting eagerly in anticipation, but he merely held me like that, watching me with a quiet that I couldn’t help but still beneath. His free hand slowly reached for me, fingers trailing lightly along my jaw.

Only after my body relaxed into him, intoxicated by the gentleness of his touch, did he kiss me, and I instantly found myself relishing in how quickly the world around us faded. It was effortless; forgetting the very existence of reality beyond that moment as I hid in the euphoria of his taste. Seeing him from afar, watching the sharpness of his glare, how readily that impatient scowl stole over his unapologetic face, assumptions of rough hands and sloppy lips were easy to imagine, but Maker, nothing was further from the truth.

Even now, despite my clear willingness for him, his every move held a reverence, as though convinced each second was its own revelation of some treasured secret revealed only through soft touches and the subtle dance of his kiss, and how could I not lose myself in him when he held me like that? The conviction of his worship forbade even a whisper of self-doubt. I felt cherished in a way I’d never before known, and it left be breathless, floating weightless in his embrace.

When he pulled back, haunted eyes searching mine for something I couldn’t begin to understand, I found myself torn, desperate for more of him while grasping for some means of ridding those amber eyes of whatever worries drew that subtle crease between his brows.

“You going to tell me what happened on the beach?” It wasn’t quite a whisper, but there was a softness to his raspy voice that would never cease to send that burst of heat through my chest. Still, I couldn’t begin to reach for an answer, mind still lost in the rush of his kiss. “You looked like you were about to start pacing.” He pressed, and I would have turned from him if I could remember how to feel shame over the want burning through me.

“It was too quiet.” I murmured, and from the way his gaze darkened, I didn’t doubt how thoroughly he understood.

“Not sure how I feel about you only coming me to when you have something you need to forget.” The regret that coiled in my stomach nearly ruined me, instantly sobering me of that thoughtless need as I withered beneath the threat of hurt in his voice.

“Cross…” His name fluttered from my lips absent any hope of finding some means of quieting his heartbreaking betrayal as I turned to face him, hands reaching up to whisper against his jaw, but I couldn’t deny what he’d said, and he knew it. I wanted to sob at the hesitation vainly hidden beneath a growing annoyance.

“Wait…” I barely breathed the hushed murmur before forcing some memory of strength back into my voice as his eyes turned pointedly away from me. “I… You’re right.” I loathed the way those words clawed up my throat. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to belittle this… us…” The fleeting urge to remind him that he’d offer me exactly that: a distraction, sat atop my tongue, rancid and bitter as I ached beneath the guilt of allowing him to feel like this when he’d so effortlessly filled me with that perfect bliss.

“I did look to you as a way to get away from…” Unwilling to force the nightmares into words, I motioned vaguely toward my head before returning my hand to his cheek. “But I swear, Cross… I don’t just want you for that… I want you.” My fingers shifted carefully against the rough stumble, subtly willing him closer to me. “I want you.” I whispered those tiny words with the full breadth of love that danced beneath my skin from his every touch, with the wonder and glee that burst through my chest at even a brief glimpse of his smile.

He didn’t fight me as I gently pulled him down to let my forehead rest against his, and I savored the intimacy of that closeness, thumbs gently sweeping across the ridge of his cheekbones. I didn’t try to claim his lips again, nor did I move to covet the tantalization display of his toned physique laid bare before me. In that moment, I needed nothing more than for him to believe me, that whatever relief his body might grant mine in a fit of passion paled beneath this; the simple act of holding him, of yielding beneath my want for his nearness and knowing he gleaned the same comfort in holding me, and when his arms slowly wrapped around my waist, I couldn’t suppress the shuddered breath that tumbled past my lips, my own arms instantly reaching out to lock around his broad shoulders.

“Do you want to go back to the beach?” I didn’t pull away as I let the words flutter through his hair after granting us a long while to merely bask in each other’s embrace. Without a word, he shook his head, and then his mouth was on mine. A tiny gasp caught in my throat as the sudden touch but found myself desperate for it, breath faltering in a whimper as his earlier tenderness quickly ceded beneath that hunger I’d so wanted to succumb to just moments prior.

He pressed harder into me, crowding me until I had to lean back, frightfully dependent on his touch to keep from falling, and I didn’t try to quiet the moan at that first caress of his tongue. His hand dropped down my waist to slide around my thigh, tugging the limb up to wrap around him, and I could feel the way he smirked at how easily he had me clinging to him.

“Say it again.” It was meant to be an order, but I could hear the need in it, and I offered no hesitation.

“I want you, Cross.” Murmuring the words against his lips, my fingers tangled into his hair, grip tightening just enough to emphasize my desire. Arm tightening around me, he stood up, hauling me effortlessly from the ground. Ignoring the ache of those barely sealed wounds, my other leg jerked up to lock around him as well, barely noticing the deceptively rough bark of a palm tree pressing against my back as my core burned from the heat radiating off him. Just as his hand began creeping beneath the hem of my shirt, a voice called out from the beach, rudely sending reality crashing back around us.

“Keep your clothes on.” Lips twisting into that familiar snarl, Crosshair let out a nearly growled breath, obstinately refusing to set me down.

“The kriff do you want, Hunter?” He shouted, refusing to so much as glance in the direction of his brother.

“We have to head out – wheels up in ten.” Disappointment replaced whatever embarrassment had begun darkening my cheeks, teeth catching about my lip as my body sank beneath a heavy sigh.

“What?! Why?!” He demanded, finally twisting his head back to stare at the foliage still protecting us from view. I tried to free my legs, but his grip only tightened, so I merely waited for his denial to cave.

“Orders came in.”

“We aren’t back from our last orders.” It was a useless objection, and he knew it, but his frustration forbid him from yielding so easily.

“Yeah… these aren’t for us.” Something about the reluctance in Hunter’s voice sent a chill down my spine, and I could feel Crosshair tense with that same apprehension. “They’re for her.” His annoyance instantly vanished, gaze darting to me with a confused dread that I couldn’t help but mirror.

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[uwingdispatch]

Don’t panic but I upgraded all of my Bad Batch earrings! They now have red Czech glass hearts!

I am running low on a couple of these guys so if you see your fave sold out, don’t worry, I will be restocking him as soon as I get my new shipment of minifigs. They’re already on the way.

I have some more clone trooper treats on the way, too. But those will have to wait for another day. 💜

Shop is here. Enjoy!

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[fuckyeahundeadunluck]

Idk what I expected from the bad batch but it wasn’t a bunch of disabled men working to raise their fellow disabled pre-teen sister and keep her away from the horrors of cps

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[funnyducky666]

Heavy dirty dirty talking: Rex, Tech, echo, Hunter, wrecker, Crosshair, Cody, Wolffe, 👀Gregor, and or Fives.

I’m look)ing for FIC reccs so you have anything that has this in the warning pls lemme know. Please.

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[warsamongthestars]

Here’s a theory that’s out there...

Remember this lady?

We of the Bad Batch watchers, have been seeing her for a long time. Her name is “Emerie Karr”.

... and the theory here is, is that she’s the Fifth Enhanced Clone

Look at her. She’s got the phenotype, the brown eyes, but that’s not much evidence of anything.

So how bout this.

She looks like an Adult Omega.

She has the Clone Eye Shape. (I would also note the shape of the Nose as well)

Her mannerisms mimic Tech to a T. From professional mannerisms, to being in a datapad, (Perhaps a Twin?)

Contradictions / Detractions:

We don’t know why she’s at that Imperial Base, as of now (Outpost has just air’d as of the making of this theory).

We have never encountered a clone with a full name before whilst still in a military zone. We do have an example of one, Cut Lawquane, and that implies adoption.

The only thing I’m running on is that Nala Se said there were Five Enhanced Clones, and while that initially put Omega as their fifth--further evidence suggested that this was not the case. Omega is, in fact, an unaltered Fett Clone (mind, I said Fett, not Jango-- Jango had a sister, its possible that Omega is a clone from Ayla Fett).

Its too damn early in the series for me to be making this, and for all I know, next episode she could turn out to be a crazy nerfherder natborn like all the other Imperials and frankly, all the revelations have already blown most of my HCs outta the water, so I don’t mind if I’m wrong at this point.

... But its interesting to think about, for now.

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[books-are-my-life]

Mad… I hate this franchise. Anyway… I only have the last three Star Wars movies to go

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[brigands-harbor]

It's been a while since I've seen Clone Wars, so I may be wrong but,

Did the war machine in TBB S2E5 remind anyone else of a mechanized version of the Zillo beast?

Like. What in the Breath of the Wild Divine Beasts was that

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[jakiwashere]

Some of y'all liked my glup shitto doodles so here's something I made around the time bad batch S1 finale came out. "The kids" are up to some shenanigans again. Excited for next season!!

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[neyswxrld]

do you wanna build a snowman?

Wrecker x reader (gn)

summary: Building a snowman with Wrecker!

warnings: mostly fluff, a slight "misunderstanding", some kisses at the end

word count: ~930

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a/n: this is the thirteenth fic for my advent calendar! for my favorite muscle man!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

"You have never built a snowman?" you ask Wrecker, confused.

"Well, never saw that much snow before," he explains, scratching his neck.

With big eyes, you look him up and down before shaking your head and pulling Wrecker over to your wardrobe.

"We need to change that! Come on, you'll have to wear something warm, and then we can go outside," you tell him, grabbing another pair of pants to put on.

A few minutes later, you're wrapped in the most comfortable and warm clothes, standing in your garden.

"Look, it all starts with a small snowball. You form it, put it on the ground, and then you start rolling it. The snow from the ground sticks to the ball and it'll grow," you explain and show him how to do it right.

Wrecker nods once. He forms another small ball and starts to do what you said.

You roll and roll, watching the ball grow.

When you're satisfied with the size of your first ball, you look up to see how Wrecker is doing. Instead of one, he already had built two huge sections and is about to staple them.

You have absolutely no idea how he did it, but you're surely impressed by their size.

While your basement is so big that you wouldn't be able to lift it, it is barely big enough to be the head of Wrecker's snowman.

"Wow, Wrecker! How did you do that so fast?" you ask with big eyes, and walk over to him.

"I just did what you told me," he grins proudly and is about to make another ball when you stop him.

"Wait! I've got mine left. If you make another one that big, there wouldn't be enough for two snowmen," you tell him and run back to your ball, starting to move it over to him.

The thing is heavy, and with time, you even have problems rolling it.

Luckily, Wrecker comes to your help and starts to help you handle it, getting it closer to his creation.

"Can you lift it, Mesh'la?" he asks, already a mocking grin on his face. He exactly knows that he will be able to play your favorite muscle man, who has to come to your help in a few seconds.

But it's something you love him for, so you'll play along.

"Yeah, yeah. So funny," you roll your eyes, smiling, starting to grip the huge package of snow, trying to lift it up.

Nothing happens. Just like expected.

"Ahww, okay. Come on, big guy. Show me your muscles!" you laugh, stepping aside.

Wrecker nods happily and starts to lift the ball on top of the other two.

"It's huge!" you say, looking up at the snow figure that almost tops Wrecker in height.

"Thank you, Wrecker. Now we have to decorate it!" you say and start explaining to him what you would need.

After some time, you have found all the required things and start to make some stone buttons, while Wrecker puts arms made out of some sticks into the middle section.

Then you start to build a face, put a carrot in the highest snow sphere, and put a small plant pod on its head, so it looks like a little hat. Or, well, maybe it's more like Wrecker is following your instructions because you can't reach the head that well.

Satisfied, Wrecker and you both take a step back and look at your snowman together.

"It looks great!" you smile and lean into his side, enjoying his warmth.

"Yeah, think so, too," Wrecker mumbles, not as enthusiastically as you, and suddenly, you have a feeling that he didn't enjoy the whole process like you did.

Concerned, you turn around to him and look at his face, which has a troubled expression on it.

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" you ask, now seriously worried.

"I-... You wanted to build that snowman, but I was too fast and- and needed too much snow. And now you couldn't build your own snowman," Wrecker says, playing with his fingers uncertainly.

You look at him confused before realization hits you, and the corners of your lips start to rise automatically.

"Oh, Wrecker! Stop thinking like that. You wanted to build one, too. And you've never even built one before. Of course, you have priority," you start to explain, stepping in front of him and taking his hands into yours.

"Besides, it's just snow. It won't be the last time we can build a snowman. And on top of that, I think it was really lovely to build one with you together. I'd rather build a hundred of them together with you than a single one on my own," you smile at him, squeezing his hands a little tighter.

Wrecker nods slightly.

"Yeah, it really was fun to do that together," he says and starts to smile, too.

Happily, you come a little bit closer and stand on your toes, leaning into him.

Wrecker's grin grows wider when he sees what you're up to. He leans down a bit and meets you in the middle.

Your lips touch, and in an instant, small butterflies start to rise in your chest. Everything gets warm and you sigh a little bit before leaning in closer, putting your hands on his cold cheeks, and deepening the kiss.

Wrecker puts his strong arms around you and pulls you closer to his chest.

And while you're standing there, sharing sweet kisses, quiet whispers and shy smiles, you almost don't notice how the clouds thicken and the snow starts to fall again.

It definitely won't be the last snowman you'll build together.

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[staycalmandhugaclone]

You'll Have to Go Through Me Pt 3

Part 3 of You'll Have to Go Through Me, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

Hmm... I don't think I've managed 3 chapters in 3 days since I initially started Febuwhump... Is it skill, or it is unmediated adhd? The world may never know

Warnings: It dark. Ye be warned. Torture. Blood. Broken/dislocated bones. Disassociation. Stabbing. Big profanity warning. Murder.

WC: 3,427

He didn’t waste energy trying to hit me, knowing my armor would only result in him doing more harm to himself. Instead, he strove to lock me in a grapple, repeatedly vying to unbalance me enough to get me on the ground, but he was far slower than Hunter and his reach far shorter than Tech’s. Still, every second was a desperate race. When I risked extending an arm to strike, he proved more than willing to let me land the hit in favor of utilizing the brief opening it granted, looping his own arm beneath mine and nearly trapping me against him, but I managed to slam my other fist into the base of his ribs hard enough to weaken his hold so I could slip away. He was on me again before my back foot even touched the ground.

In an attempt to turn his oppressive offensive around on him, I threw myself forward, hoping to confuse his apparent assumption that I’d yield beneath his advance, but there was no hesitation in his response and, before I could reach him, he locked me in a breath-taking bearhug. I just managed to ram my hands against his hips hard enough to force some whisper of space between us before he could heave me into the air, and used that space to cram my knee into his stomach, wrenching a cough from him, but his hold didn’t slacken. Nearly panicked, I hit him again and again in rapid succession.

The instant he caved, hold failing as he began to stagger back, I clasped my wrist in my hand to brace my arm, body again craning forward to drive my elbow into his throat. He ducked his chin against his chest quickly enough to protect the vital opening with his helmet, but the strike knocked him off-balance for a few precious seconds. I didn’t waste them. Snatching his hand in both of mine, I pinned the back of his elbow to my chest as my feet kicked off the ground. From his sharp gasp, I didn’t doubt he knew that he’d been caught before my leg even managed to wrap around his shoulder.

I barely noted the thud as we crashed heavily to the floor, spine arching sharply forward. He cried out, and I could feel the joint grinding beneath my abuse, ligaments and tendons strained on the very edge of snapping, but, from that angle, I couldn’t see his other hand. Even if I had, there simply wasn’t time to escape. I heard the scream tear from my throat but found myself unable to actually feel the pain even after seeing the short, diamond-shaped punch knife gleaming crimson between his middle and ring fingers. He landed a second blow to the thin gap between my thigh plate and cod piece, striving for my femoral and only just missing. I tried to lash out with one hand in an effort to block a third attack, but I couldn’t reach without abandoning my hold on his arm, so I did the only thing I could: muscles throughout my body tensing, I thrust my hips up violently.

The sensation of his joint shattering, the sickening pops of ligaments snapping off bone and tendons tearing from muscle made my stomach churn, but I didn’t let go. The T-shaped handle of his dagger clattered against plastoid as he clawed uselessly at my leg, choked, keening gasps wheezing through clenched teeth. I’d just managed to grab the blade when the sound of blaster fire screeched through the room, and even the wealth of adrenaline flooding my veins couldn’t fully numb the agony of those bolts searing into my side and shoulder, or the dizzying percussion as a third blast nicked my helmet just enough to send it flying across the room.

Curse fluttering over my tongue, I rolled away from the squirming man, cringing at how the movement folded the ruined limb beneath me, but I couldn’t focus on his screams. I couldn’t focus on the blood soaking into my blacks or the deafening ringing in my ears. If I wanted to survive, if I want to save Echo, I couldn’t risk pausing for even a moment’s thought as I threw myself across the room to where my first pistol had fallen, narrowly dodging a second wave of crimson bolts.

Without the targeting guidance of my armor, my first two shots went wide, and I could practically hear Crosshair’s judgmental scoff. Three B1s stood in formation just inside the room, barely a handful of meters away from me, arms following my every motion with frustrating ease. I managed to hit one as I dove behind a console similar to what Echo was folded over.

“Kill her, you worthless rust-buckets!” The man roared, voice breaking as he continued to clutch his arm to his chest, legs just beginning to search for traction beneath him. I didn’t bother straining for efficiency. When I risked leaning around my cover, I carelessly sent a half dozen shots toward the droids, finger nearly vibrating against the trigger, but they were close enough that even such a wild flurry was enough to finish them off.

Don’t stop. It was only a matter of time before more came. Shoving the pistol into its holster, I raced back to Echo, instantly straining to free him from the interface port, but his scomp wouldn’t come free. Movements growing panicked once more, I tried to carefully turn his arm, searching for some hint as to why he was stuck.

The demented laughter from behind instantly made my blood run cold. The Separatist had pushed himself back enough to sit up against a wall, pale green eyes watching me with sick delight.

“What did you do?!” I demanded, turning fully toward him even as I strained to listen for the telltale thuds of marching feet.

“I was right… feisty.” He said on huffed gasps.

“Dammit, how do I free him?!” I shouted, stalking toward him.

“Nah… Afraid that’s jus’ not gonna work.” My lips twisted into a scowl as he mockingly threw my own words back at me, voice thin and wavering. I stormed across the room, and crouched onto a knee before him, fist locking around the lip of his chest plate to slam him back against the wall while my other hand wrenched the bucket from his head. That haughty smirk never faltered.

“You seem to be mistaken. I wasn’t asking.” I growled. He tsked, wincing slightly as his shoulder shifted in a weak shrug. “Tell me!” The rage in my cry only fueled his humor.

“Or what?” He asked, and my blood boiled at his utter disregard for the unspoken threat of my rage. “Yuh can’t kill me. Can’t do shit. Just ‘cause the mission’s blown, don’t mean I’m about to turn colors and bleed all my secrets to yuh.” My fist slammed into him before I’d even realized I’d moved. The surprised grunt lasted only a moment before he again let out that unhinged laughter, so I hit him again. And again.

“Tell me how to get him out!” Blood ran from his nose, cheeks and jaw already distorted from swelling. This isn’t what my hands were trained for. This isn’t what I’d devoted my life to. I couldn’t remember the blessed relief my touch once granted the men I served with as tissue split and bones caved beneath my attack. I couldn’t remember the gentleness with which I eased their pains away in favor of quiet relaxation as I shouted at him between every blow.

His torso bucked in a wet cough, sending a rush of crimson splattering over his chin, and I froze. It wasn’t the horror of what I’d done that stopped me; it was the realization that, if I kept going, he wouldn’t be able to tell me how to save Echo. My chest felt cold, lungs seizing to draw in sharp gasps of air as I watched my body move, grabbing the hand of his uninjured arm between mine to hold between us.

“Tell me how to free him!” I yelled. A brief note of confusion flared through those striking eyes. I didn’t allow him time to think before clasping his pinky and wrenching it sideways. Loud, sobbing cries tore from his already raw throat, spine arching, jaw craning open as he struggled to make sense of what happened as I grabbed his ring finger.

“How do I free him?!” My body was trembling almost as violently as his, teeth ground to fight back the heaves. There wasn’t time for that. Another patrol would arrive any second.

“Ask me nicely.” He sneered, but the scream that followed was no less agonizing as I dislocated another finger, nearly gagging at the feel of the joint snapping beneath my grasp.

“How do I free him?!” There was a desperation in my voice, begging him to let it stop, to yield so that I wouldn’t have to keep hurting him, but he merely spat in my face. I barely noticed the tears trailing down my cheeks as I ruined his middle finger, hands shaking almost too violently to use.

“You know what the ones who hired me are gonna do when they get him?” He asked, voice dropping into a crazed whisper that sent gooseflesh prickling across my skin. “They’re gonna throw ‘im in some dark tank, an’ he ain’t never gonna see the sun again.” I couldn’t breathe, and the way he laughed broke something in me. Movements sharp, disjointed, I slammed his hand above his head and wrenched the pistol from my waist, pinning the crocked digit of his pinky between it and the rough concrete behind him.

“Tell me.” I growled, but he only stared me down, face twisted into a snarl. When I pulled the trigger, he lost whatever slivers of rage he’d been clinging to.

“Tell me.” I wasn’t yelling anymore as I pressed the barrel to another finger.

“Fuck you!” He shrieked, body thrashing desperately against me. I didn’t flinch as I fired again, expression falling into something frightfully detached from the torrent of emotions I’d been trembling with mere seconds prior.

“Tell me.” My voice was unnaturally even. Whimpers caught on his broken gasps when I moved the gun once more, but he offered neither sharp retort nor answer, so I fired. I didn’t wait before moving to another finger.

“Tell me.”

“You psycho bitch! I’ll kill your whole damn-” I didn’t let him finish, his maddened rant shattering into another blood-curdling scream, and I pressed the barrel to his thumb.

“Wait-wait-wait!” He cried, begged as his body convulsed with shock and pain. I waited in silence, eyes burring passively into his. “My-m-my po-pocket.” He stammered. Gun still pressed to his hand, I reached into the pouch at his waist, glancing down only briefly to note the pair of datachips. “One u-unlocks… unlocks th-the cuffs… the-the other, it… it over-r-rides the-the-th…” I didn’t need him to finish, and steadily got to my feet.

I released the restraints first, unwilling to risk plugging the wrong key into the terminal for fear of there being some failsafe. Once his arm and legs were free, I plugged the other chip into a port near his scomp. The computer chimed twice, and whatever mechanism had trapped him clicked open.

It didn’t feel like I was moving. It felt like I was watching the memory of something that had already happened as I carefully pulled Echo’s limp body over my shoulder. In silence, I retrieved my medbag before treading across the room to where my singed helmet lay abandoned in the far corner and thoughtlessly slipped it on. Most of the systems were dead, while others flickered wildly across the overlay. I almost left it but couldn’t bring myself to expend even what meager effort it would take to pull it back off.

When I paused halfway to the door, it wasn’t with conscious knowledge of what I planned to do. The Separatist was still huddled against the wall, tears diluting the blood staining his cheeks. Only after seeing the horror on his face as he looked up at me, after seeing the broken resignation enter those eyes as his lips parted in a plea he didn’t have the strength to voice that I realized I had my pistol trained on him.

“Ple-” The shot struck his chest before he could finish, and I turned back toward the hall, strides unnaturally steady despite the agony some part of me knew should have torn through my hip with each movement, but that didn’t matter. I needed to get Echo to the Marauder. I needed to look over Tech, and vaguely remembered the certainty that Hunter was hurt, too… There had been pain in his voice the last time I’d heard him speak.

There was no relief from successfully getting him out, no dread over what damage may have been done when he was knocked unconscious nor fear for whatever battles still lay between us and our escape. There was nothing. My arm remained stretched out before me, grip firm around the gun as I retraced my steps through the building.

Something caught my attention behind me, some noise or voice, I couldn’t tell which, and my body spun sharply around, pistol raised. There seemed no reason that my finger stilled, but I felt myself hesitate. When had my head begun tilting forward, muscles seizing beneath the weight? It was hard to make out the figure that stood before me, already blurring vision further strained by the added darkness of my dead visor. They were big… A B2? No… the proportions were wrong…

Already, I could hear the approaching clang of metal footsteps, and when the trio of droids turned the corner, I didn’t stop shooting until they lay in a heap of smoldering parts. I don’t know how many I fought, nor if they were machine or sentient as I pressed forward, vaguely noting how quickly my finger fluttered against the trigger at the faintest hint of movement even after an abandoned alley replaced the maze of dark hallways.

They began to move, hands slowly reaching toward their head. My arm tensed, willing myself to fire yet still unable to pull the trigger. It wasn’t until after he removed his helmet, after seeing the concern in those mismatched eyes and hearing the broken wisp of my own voice calling him that I realized who stood before me.

“Wr… Wreck?” I nearly sobbed his name, arm falling limp to my side as I merely stared at him.

“Easy, Doc… Jus’… how ‘bout you let me take that?” He said softly, and I barely noticed him reach for my gun, nor the way he hissed slightly in pain from that first touch before managing to free it from my grasp. Only then did I note how the air around it wavered from heat, distantly aware of the strange tingling in my palm even after it was gone.

“I found her.” He called into his coms. I hadn’t even seen him put his bucket back on. “Yeah, she’s got Echo.” There was a brief pause before he added quietly, “No… no, I don’t…” The words trailed off.

“Hey, Doc.” He called, carefully lowering himself onto a knee before me. “Mind if I carry him?” I looked to Echo as though I’d forgotten I still held him over my shoulder and gave a small nod, stepping closer to let Wrecker take him.

“Where are the others?” I asked, voice quiet but even. Again, he paused for a moment.

“Hunter has Tech – he’s gonna meet us where the wall blew up. Cross is still up there.” He pointed toward the towering plateau above us. Nodding, I turned and continued toward the outer edge of the outpost.

“Are… are you okay?” He asked, voice almost timid as he belatedly fell in step behind me.

“Fine.” I answered with a calm I was later certain only proved I was anything but. Still, he said nothing more as we moved quickly between the buildings. Occasional bursts of blue flew overhead as Crosshair picked off whatever forces threatened either us or Hunter and Tech, and Wrecker held his repeater ready, easily taking out any stragglers that entered his line of sight.

Part of me expected that deranged serenity to begin fading the further we walked from the evidence of what I’d done, but even after we reached the desolated remains of the outer wall, still I found myself blessedly numb. Hunter was waiting for us, laying down cover fire as we darted across that last expanse of open space to finally escape the concrete maze. He’d set Tech down against the wall, and I quickly approached him, hand automatically reaching out to feel his pulse if only to reassure myself that his heart was still beating before turning to find the Sergeant staring at me. He let out a deep sigh before speaking.

“Can you walk?” Despite knowing he couldn’t see the frown pulling at my face, I didn’t respond at first.

“I’m fine.” His head shifted slightly, and I could imagine the way his lips tensed into a fine line.

“Crosshair’s keeping them back. I want you all to wait for me on the other side of this ridge. I’ll carry Tech there, then head back to get the Marauder. Wrecker, blow the charges on my mark.”

“I can carry Tech.” I stated, already shifting to pull him against me.

“Doc-” He started, voice tense, but I didn’t wait for him to finish.

“They need to be checked for cardiac and respiratory damage as quickly as possible. Wrecker can’t carry them both and shoot if things go wrong, and you’re the fastest runner.” I barely grunted as I stood with Tech carefully balanced over my shoulder, words falling emotionlessly from my lips. His mic only just picked up the tense breath that so nearly sounded like a growl before sharing a quick look with Wrecker and darting off across the sea of ivory dust.

“Cross is asking is you’re okay.” Wrecker murmured after a few minutes of walking in silence.

“I’m fine.” I said again, the words more a reflex than anything, but, if it was a lie, I couldn’t begin to guess how. Not yet.

“But you’re bleeding.” He argued softly. I glanced down, but the halfmoon had long since set, and the sliver that remained wasn’t enough to make out any hint of crimson against the dark fabric. Still, I didn’t need to see it to know the wounds were there, that both lay too near the crest of my hip to warrant any fear of lethal damage.

“They missed the artery.” I answered simply.

“And your helmet?” I’d barely glanced at the deep ridge burned into the plastoid by the droid’s blaster but didn’t doubt how nearly fatal it surely appeared.

“It only grazed me,” I assured him, “but it took out my coms and most of the guidance overlay.” In the brief silence that followed, I wondered if he was relaying what I’d said to the others.

“Cross says this is good.” There was an artificial cheerfulness to his voice that I couldn’t let myself think too deeply on as he carefully eased Echo down before quickly moving to help me with Tech. He started to say something else, but the words died on his tongue as I pulled the scanner from my bag to begin checking his brothers for any initial signs of worry. As he turned away, gaze shifting attentively around us, I couldn’t help but notice the numerous scorch marks burned into his armor, jaw tensing at the realization that he must have been hit at least a half-dozen times before he found me. After I knew Tech and Echo were safe, I’d have to tend his injuries as well, and I’d forgotten to look over Hunter during the brief time I’d seen him…

Something about itemizing the coming tasks made them seem less daunting. Tech’s scan was already finished, showing no initial signs of damage to his heart or lungs, and Echo’s was nearly complete. Then I could see to Wrecker. Then Hunter. Then repeat the scans. I just needed to focus on getting them well again. Then I could remember how to breathe.

Just as the scanner finished, the ground shook violently beneath us. I turned to see Wrecker with the detonator in his hand, and just beyond him, I could see the Marauder racing toward us.

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[kavaeroexe]

Hey, I have a request

What if we have a yandere bad batch x a male reader?

Maybe that reader could be a translator that just happened to work with them and they all fell in love with him.

And maybe he clueless to they advances and they just one day kidnap him? If that’s ok i hope you have a wonderful day

 Aaa i’m sorry but i still don't know much about bad batch, so i’m sorry if i’m mistaken on the boy’s behavior and might out of character (even though i did made them out of character most of the time) but i hope you guys enjoyed it!

Where is our Google translator?

(yan!bad batch x male!reader)

warning : typos, bad grammar  

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The first day you’re working with them...

“Pleasure to meet you guys, i’m Y/N L/N, but perhaps its better to call me L/N, i have been requested to assist you guys on...helping in negotiation things, talking, discussing with any allies that you guys might be have to be deal on the mission.”

you walked slowly but surely, checking every member that you are going to assist from now on, some are friendly looking, but some are not, but still friendly anyway, so it counts that they’re fine to work with together. you look at the biggest one, looks scary but his eyes explain the the exact different meaning from ‘scary’, it mores like he likes some kind of teddy bear..

“i must say, that you guys are a friendly partner to be work with” you say easily, then smiles upon wrecker and then put some distant, to see their confused-looking face.

“friendly? i think you’re so mistake-”

“i have spoken, so do not doubt my words, anyway, i need to know each one of you for this short moment” you walked past them once again, and start calling them by their name

“Hunter the leader?”

“Sir, yes sir” he replied. “delighted to make you acquaintances” you spoke, moving to another one

“er...echo right?” you asked, just to see you statement is true. “yes sir my name’s echo”. “Great, you got a nice chin right there, i see you got a lil change here” you simple-random compliment him.

“crosshair, the one and only best sniper i’ve heard in this batch, is it true?” you smiled, seeing him replying in agreement, you nodded and hit his chest “do your best”

“wrecker! nice to see a reliable big-guy right here!” oh interesting reaction, he lifts his head out of pride, nice confident.

“and last, the one handling the system, Tech. happy to see you in a great condition” you spoke, just to look at him fixing his glasses.

“Okay and i’m here, hoping that we could work just fine, don’t be like 501′st legion who draw a giant penis in the wall using their general’s lightsaber, or like the one commander from master Obi-Wan who scream while riding a lizard and a sudden bomb pops out on his way back to the camp” you said, and look at them understanding your words.

“wait- draw what with a what-” -Hunter

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your first time able to make yourself useful on the mission...

you stand to look at the Tuskans that they’re able to catch for interrogation, but what makes it hard is the Tuskans can’t speak what they would understand, so that’s what you do, translating the words that the Tuskans said.

“what did he say?”- Hunter

“he says ‘kriff you ass off’“ -Y/N

wrecker in the back : BOM BOM BAKUDA- (okay this is an technical issues, wrecker will not say that but i think he’ll blast the Tuskans)

okey the Tuskans are done, lets move to another case of interrogation..

“so make him tell me how does he get into our system, so i’ll put an defense on that” -Tech

“*furiously talking in a weird language”- a guy idk who

“oh no, i think i know what he’s talking about...”-Tech

“what did he say then?”-Crosshair

Y/N, clicks blaster at the back, “God may forgive you, but i won’t.”

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drops on earth mission...

“Anjay galak (damn so fierce in Indonesia)”

“Ayo dong bantai kami, ayo dong bang” (c’mere slaughter us dude, c’mon dude)”

“dia bule anjir, mana bisa bahasa Indonesia (they’re a tourists come on, be realist)”

“Y/N? where is he?”- Croshair

“anjing babi bamsat kampret anak tuolol”(bad words etc) *slides middle finger -Y/N

(okay this is my personal humor i think nobody likes it)

OR MAYBE-

Y/N says “oui” all the time while negotiating in France, and the one negotiate with Y/N brings up “baguette”...

“Oui oui baguette.”-Wrecker 

“Oui oui baguette.” -Echo

“Oui oui...baguette?”-Tech

the bad batch in whole time in France : *proceeds to say oui oui baguette all the time because that’s the only thing they could say and they got free bag of baguettes on their way back.

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how Hunter and Tech falls in love..

the whole bad batch done the mission, but Hunter faints in the middle of the fight and finally wakes up. now someone’s panicking out of nonsense..

Hunter : wait- where’s Y/N!?

Tech : *cough

Hunter : you...left him alone!? try to contact him!!

Echo : *cough even harder

Hunter : why are you guys not moving? Quick we can’t lose him!

Crosshair : *harshly moves Hunter’s head* you’re being carried by him, idiot.

Y/N, in Obi-wan’s tone : Hello there.

Hunter : *surprise to see Y/N’s face a little too close, blushing, screaming inside, ends up coughing.

Tech, whispering : i think someone falls in love. how nice it is.

Y/N : right now is pride month?

Tech : no its June

Y/N : undestandable, thankyou dear Tech, love ya.

Tech : Hold up, dear? *Tech.exe stop working

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how Echo and wrecker fall in love..

Echo *mumbling : damn i want to be carried to..

Hunter : you could ask him if you want

Y/N : pay first * looking at Echo munching his food portion

Echo : listen i’m broke- * instantly getting carried by Y/N

Y/N : there, you like it?

Echo : ....its weirdly comfortable, how tf should i pay- 

Y/N : *biting Echo’s food away from his mouth 

Echo : thats my portion of...food... *silently broke

Wrecker : lets see if you can’t carry me as well!! *runs into Y/N

Y/N : NO- *instantly drops echo and try to catch wrecker instead

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well...crosshair? lets just say he start to loves you ever since you help him using a shotgun and hold him close while doing it, its not a chaos upon his way to fall in lov

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how they grow yandere...

Hunter to Y/N : just follow my lead. don’t go anywhere.

Echo to Y/N : listen if you’re in danger, i’ll make you bald!

Y/N : you’re sucks at threatening

Wrecker : how to threat good then huh?

Y/N : just say ‘if something happens to you, i’ll kill everybody in this room and then myself.’

Crosshair : well, if something happens to you, i’ll kill everybody in this planet and then myself.

Tech : honestly, me too

Crosshair : copycat, get a better one.

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[warsamongthestars]

A LOVE LETTER

I think after a certain point, one must search their feelings (You know this to be true), look deep inside themselves, face their Shadow (I AM THE SHADOW THE TRUE SELF), and come to one’s personal understanding of themselves and their limits.

And when the limit has been reached.

So let’s talk Bad Batch. I’m going to be mean to this show. And I guarantee, this is going to feel like whiplash. So get yer big gulps and your happy meals, we’re in for a ride.

I will not lie. Watching the Bad Bach is exhausting to me. It is painful to go through each episode, and this feeling of painful exhaustion and impatience didn’t go away.

Well if its so painful, why are you still watching?

Because I love the boys. The Bad Batch was the first set of characters I saw across the room, and by the rules of narrative causality, it was love at first sight.

Hunter, the cool and calmed headed leader with the unique abilities.

Wrecker, loud and emotionally honest, a joy in bombastics (literally) who’s first reaction is to always defend his brothers.

Tech, precise professional and intelligent, always on the curve to learn and understand, and then be able to perform afterwards.

Crosshair, perceptive, witty and sharp tongued, who hits the heart of the situation whether anyone wants it or not.

And finally, Echo, oh, Echo, who was with us since the beginning, brought back from the brink to continue the journey. Clever, and snarky Echo, strongest soul of them all.

The idea that they were getting a series was amazing, because we would have adventures with the Bad Batch, and we’d get to experience and learn and see so much.

By all accounts, it shouldn’t hurt.

But isn’t that exactly what we got?

Not... really.

When I said The Bad Batch, I meant, all of them. What did Episode 1 do? Remove Crosshair from the equation and make him a bad guy.

Broken Promise 1: Adventures with the Whole Team.

But he was a Jerk, so it was obvious he’d be the evil guy. Didn’t you hear what he said about Echo?

Uh huh. Its by this point of this metaphorical questioning that I point out that I’m a Homestuck fan, I read the whole thing (and or had it read to me--thank you Let’s Reads--its a huge fucking webcomic, what do we expect?)

Homestuck is explicitly a deconstruction and reconstruction of Characters and Environments and Stories and Plots and everything in between. Its the Good Spice.

With that as the example, you honestly think I haven’t heard worse from more beloved characters? Frankly if you’re put off by that, you would have never survived Karkat Vantas, the most beloved and harmless character in the whole of Homestuck.

Let’s get back on topic.

But we still got the Adventures of the Bad Batch!

We got Johnny Quest in Star Wars, pal.

I ain’t saying that’s a bad thing, Johnny Quest was a very remembered show (parodied in many series, with the the Venture Bros being outright and explicit about it--that’s how loved it was)

But Kid Sidekick who’s super special awesome being protecc’d by the quote “good” members of the super special awesome team, is basically how you jump the shark in most series.

Now Omega isn’t that bad, she’s better written that most (for one thing, she’s an actual kid that brings in trouble actual kids would bring in combat and survival situations like hers). But the role she fills is not a new role, its in fact a role that historically been hated since Television started. She’s not the new Robin to Batman here.

Because there is no Batman.

What does Batman have to do with the Bad Batch?

He doesn’t, but the story archetype highlights some problems with the BBs. First and foremost, in order to have Robin, you have to Establish Batman.

And the Bad Batch, are not established.

Lemme explain why.

Batman’s main motivation is that his parents were murdered in an alleyway in front of him as a child, and he grew up with the conviction that no other child should experience that again. You see his aesthetic, you see his home, how he grows, and then you get Robin.

Its a basic premise that boarders on cliche now, by every show, book, and most DnD sessions.

But it does its job, it establishes a character with history and motivations, and leaves room for how that character reached the point where they could do something for their goals, and what they do whilst accomplishing their goal. Their goal may never be fullfilled, but that’s the point, it makes stories and we might just learn something about the reality along the way, or at worse, we get entertained, or at better, we get inspired to make our stories and maybe we nail the lessons the originals didn’t, or we simply inspire or entertain others.

Now then...

Showing up for a pinpoint mission on a nowhere planet to save someone who’s survival was contrived at best because main character said so, is not an introduction to a character. Its the introduction to a series, like how every 70s-80s shows used to do in shows that were popular.

So its understandable that the Clone Wars show doesn’t do that, because TCWs is not about the Bad Batch.

... But the Bad Batch series stills fails.

But it doesn’t have to be perfect.

The act of not being perfect is exactly what we want, actually.

Perfection means universal, for example, we as living things all require subsistence, that is a universal thing. Just as death is inevitable, thus universal. This is the state of “perfection”, because they are infallible and unchangeable aspects and they are free of flaw and defect in their function.

Perfection is already achieved. Now we’re simply finding ways to be interestingly and fallibly imperfect that impacts us enough to find our own “perfection”. (For individuals know their fallibility, and finding where our foundation (the center of perfection in all things--that is, the soul) lies is our journey--that is the act of achieving perfection, and it will always be individual and as individual beings, it will incomprehensible to anyone else, this is the act of synchronicity).

But now that I’ve broken existence, let’s get back to Star Wars before reality crashes and I have to go back to another save point. (Damn it Todd Howard).

And I love the characters. I’m going to be mean.

How the hell does the Bad Batch series fail?

Its their series and it should be about them, and its not.

Of course its about them!

Being the center piece of the show does not mean the show is about you. Just as being the Player Character of the Video Game doesn’t mean the game is about you at all, its often about the characters you encounter or the missions you go on.

What makes them tick and talk, what’s their history, why do they do things?

None of this is established. The closest we got is “We’re soldiers this is what we do” and “Because we’re better” or “Because we’re different”

And those are not motivations. Those are excuses.

All that this has established is that the Bad Batch started their history the moment they were introduced to the Clone Wars BB Arc.

And that means that this is Plot-Driven, and it was never about the characters, we just have center pieces with a few quirks but ultimately anyone could’ve filled in their shoes.

We could replace them with the Millennium Falcon, and have the Original Trilogy Crew perform these feats, and frankly that’d be more interesting and considerably less painful. We could even replace Crosshair’s role with a Stormtrooper (The one super special awesome show-writer OC that becomes the Main Characters’ best friend and companion and gets lots of screen time), and that would be more interesting and less painful.

... And that hypothetical gives pretty concrete evidence that the Bad Batch Series is not about the Bad Batch. Character-center episodes can be too easily replaced or character moments are too rushed through or insignificant.

Its With the Bad Batch, not About the Bad Batch.

Broken Promise 2: Its about the Bad Batch.

The Bad Batch Characters are all cliche action hero tropes anyway.

You’re not wrong. And the thing about not being wrong here, is that we know what the good shit looks like.

Hunter is the worst one here, and the best example. He’s basically every 80s action hero in one, and y’know, not being very original is fine.

There’s only three things in human history that can truly fall under the definition of Original, and that’s “Space-Travel, Nuclear Power, and the Internet”, and that’s because these things are less than century old in comparison to Humanity’s thousands of years.

So Hunter being a collection of cliches is not a bad thing. You can spin that really well, actually. The problem is, they don’t. He’s “The Leader” who “looks like a Biker” and “Does things because the Plot is actually about his Kid”.

If I wanted that specifically, I’d play Silent Hill again, because Harry Mason has all those traits, and he’s a lot more interesting.

The Environment and Circumstance and the Challenges he faces, show’s Harry’s character.

Its already long established what Hunter is, what Hunter is is not in question.

But Omega is the main character in comparison to Hunter.

Hunter is meant to be an Action Hero, but he has none of the pitfalls the 80s action hero does. He’s not challenged about being a Soldier, he’s not challenged (On-Screen) about how he leads the Batch, he is simply vaguely challenged when encountering Omega.

Hunter is challenged for his Role in the Plot, as the Leader who Looks like a Biker and Does Things Because the Plot is Actually About his Kid. He’s not challenged on screen enough for that character to make a significant difference to what is presented.

I think I talked about having stuff on screen before.

I can name two characters that do exactly what Hunter does, to show that you can, in fact, write a character who is a series of cliches anyway into a memorable character inspite of that.

Solid Snake, from the Metal Gear Solid series.

And

Geralt of Rivia, from the Witcher Series.

Or the ultimate example...

The Boss, from Metal Gear Solid 3.

They go through similar or the same challenges, they have an connection with parenthood and with being a solider; two have been main characters, while one is a mentor figure, and they roughly follow the same ideas found in Star Wars (because Star Wars, by this point, has highly influenced all media across many cultures).

Can you fucking imagine what it would’ve been like if we got Solid Fucking Snake in Star Wars? With all of Metal Gear Solid’s philosophy stuffs? Imagine having a philosophical soldier that deconstructs and reconstructs the ideas of the Jedi, the greater galaxy and the Force.

While we obviously can’t just copy-paste characters here (even though that’s exactly what they did, given that Hunter is Billy from Predator, and the leader from the A-Team) The interpretation of the character by a writer makes a new character, because our interpretation will always differ from the personal interpretation of the original creator.

I don’t think Hunter was intended to mimic these characters at all, but repeated patterns say that he’s following their footsteps... but unlike the examples above, he’s not quite making the same impact. Or any.

... This isn’t broken promise level though. There wasn’t anything that established that Hunter should be Solid Fucking Snake of Rivia in Star Wars.

But the inspirations could’ve spiced him up a bit. He is like a sugar sandwich, cmissing a lot of ingredients.

You just pointed out that there are better things out there, why not go to them instead?

I am alive and I will make it everybody’s problem.

And I am doing this because I love the characters.

Because when you love something, you go those extra miles. Hell, you make the whole damn road yours.

I’m very confused.

So I’ll sum up what I got so far, given that this is very long already. The series is not about the Bad Batch, its a Star Wars series that’s With the Bad Batch bits attached.

There’s already one flat character, and he’s the leader (not really a good thing in a Five Man Band situation).

The series has already broken two promises to its name. Its not about the Bad Batch, and we’re not going on adventures with the Full Bad Batch.

But it is the Bad Batch series, and we’re clearly following their adventures. Its about the Bad Batch.

A series about a character follows a simple idea of breaking that character down to the audience. It doesn’t have to literally break the character to do this, though it can.

What does that involve? It involves History, it involves Communication on Screen, Aesthetics and Personality.

It has Personality and Aesthetics. Most of the Bad Batch have very strong, distinct personalities and aesthetics, and imply a lot of history, and that’s what catches attention. That’s good.

The flaw is the failure of the rest.

So you might wonder, what the ever loving fuck am I talking about?

Well I’ve already gone on a thing about communication-on-screen. Its not enough to hold a series about characters by implication alone. This is not an ARG to be solved, this is a story being honestly told.

There is no Communication-on-Screen to tell the audience that shit is going down on any deep level. The BBs do not talk to each other.

That leads to the next flaw.

Their lack of history.

The sum of Star Wars lore regarding the clones is that they were commissioned after a genetic plate (the prime) to be created en mass to serve as a disposable Army for the Republic in 10 years. They are genetically modified to withstand the baseline requirements for space and planetary war, and those who exceed that baseline become Commanders and Commandos. Those that met certain criteria fill ranks such as Medics, Divers, Engineers, Hackers, ecctra.

This is already a good base of history here. You can do a lot with this.

The Bad Batch differ in that they were purposely mutated away from being the genetic baseline, what was modified is shone in the skillset or abilities of each Batchmember.

Which is fine, that’s how you get the Audience thinking.

But the show goes no further.

Do they honestly have to?

If you want a series about them, yes.

Some topics involved with the above, yes, you don’t want to get into, or you simply want to leave it in the air to be pieced together in environments that can handle those topics.

For example, there’s no good way to bring up that Clones are meant to be the “Disposable Generations”. Its there, Star Wars doesn’t ignore it, but it doesn’t talk about it. Because the Clone Wars series and the Bad Batch are meant to be Kid Shows, and topics of disregarding vast majority of people through discrimination to the point where people lose their lives to the whims the small-mindedly powerful, is a heavy topic. Worse if you’re literally creating / breeding humans to be disregarded and disposed of, speaks of a horrific mentality of eugenics.

And that’s heavy, and its horror, and its moral insanity. And If it wasn’t Star Wars, that right there would take up the entire series, and it sure as hell wouldn't be for kids.

Because its the kind of thing that you don’t sit down and accept.

But this is Star Wars, and the only way to accept it, is to not talk about it.

So what can we talk about? The characters who lived in those conditions, and how.

Back to the Bad Batch.

So, the Bad Batch has no History?

If they did, then every argument with Crosshair about his chip would’ve worked.

And this was even seen in Star Wars proper too.

In the final episode, the Finale, of The Clone Wars. Ahsoka Tano is attacked by those who know she left the Jedi Order, and that she isn’t a “Jedi”, and that Order 66 should only be about Jedi.

But that’s either not true, which would involve the clones hunting everybody done and that’s no good, or its based on perception.

It alters Perception based on the individual’s point of view.

Just because Ahsoka isn’t a Jedi, doesn’t mean the Clones stopped viewing her as a Jedi. They respect her as a Jedi, and that’s why they hunt her, even knowing that she isn’t technically affiliated with the Jedi anymore and is probably just GAR command now.

If the Bad Batch had history, there would’ve been more. They’re the outsiders who have banded together and work flawlessly together. You don’t get that without having some deep history, understanding, and loyalty to each other.

It would, by all established accounts, been simple to argue Crosshair back into the Batch, because clearly his chip didn’t work as intended. (Its not like Wrecker’s, which just blocked Wrecker out entirely. When Cross was with his Batch, his personality was clear, it was only when he is removed that he loses to the chip).

But they had no history. The implications of them being that team, failed entirely. This is where the flaws set in as gorged holes in their character and their series.

And in a series about them, character history would’ve been the simplest, easiest focus. In fact, that’s often the core component in a series about a specific person or set of persons. You don’t make a show, for example, about Abraham Lincoln being a Vampire Hunter, without making it very much about Abraham Lincoln’s history.

And that’s the bit. No real communication outside of dramatics, or the kid being the main plot figure. No history to rely on when stones fall. The characters were dressed up, implied a whole lot of stuff, and when push came to shove, it faltered, and it fails.

Echo has history!

Echo does, yes.

And they never touch it.

We never see him get confronted with his PTSD. They did once, in episode 1, then never again.

We never see closure between him and the memory of Fives, or confront his past about Domino Squad. Or the Techno Union.

The one time he’s finally with Rex, and not a single thing is talked about that isn’t the Plot at hand.

Echo is one of our Audience surrogates, specifically for Clones. He’s gone through so much, he has every right and need to talk about it for both himself as a character, and for the Audience...

... And then he doesn’t.

And the limit is reached.

You’ve gone on this tangent regarding finding a some personal limit, but this hasn’t had any limits at all!

I should probably get to the point about that, huh?

My limit?

Is that they killed Tech.

Limit broke.

What, but you’ve already made posts and comments about how he’s not dead!

I have, and I’d like to think so for all the historic evidence entailed, he isn’t dead.

... But I have to face the reality of the situation.

The reality is, is that the Bad Batch is a 3-Season series that’s not likely to be renewed, though if the characters survive, they are likely to make an appearance in other shows or media (and probably die in them instead).

That season 3 isn’t until next year, and since no evidence was shown that Tech is explicitably alive, then we have to keep the assumption that Tech’s Death means he actually died.

Just like with Echo, in Season 3 of Clone Wars. And Echo was dead for Years, before Season 7 came out. And Season 7 came out after a renewal, after three years. By all intents and purposes, Echo was dead. He was dead for Years.

Just because there’s the potential to write in why a character survived impossibility, doesn’t mean they’ll do it or that they’ll do it right. And while we can have hope, life is going to occur between now and Season 3.

Fives didn’t survive, but Rex and Hunter did, and I don’t like those odds.

And we were already working on a broken-promise situation;

Crosshair missing and regulated to be a bad guy with a redemption arc for a situation that wasn’t his fault to start with, with a trust far too easily broken than what is established.

To Hunter who is underdeveloped, underutilized, and even his own comparisons live up better than he does, and who now only revolves around the rest of the Batch.

To Echo who is unexplored inpsite of everything.

To Wrecker, who is often disregarded.

And now they’ve killed Tech.

When it comes to Limits, its the build of many things, and then there’s the moment that breaks the back of the packmule.

Its not the first strike that breaks the boulder, but the 99 strikes before it.

I love these characters. I hate what was done to them. It was painful trying to go through each episode in order to know them, when they’re not all there.

And that’s the ultimate problem in this, isn’t it?

They’re not all there.

... And they may never will be.

I still keep up with the Bad Batch, and I’ll still love Star Wars inspite of its problems. KOTOR and the Original Trilogy are in my heart and always will be. Clone Wars brought life back to me in a difficult time, and I fell hard and fast for the Bad Batch boys.

And the fanfic, and the small niches of fandom, are brilliant, Absolutely brilliant. Even from day one, folks were already making elements that showed what potential could be explored with the Bad Batch and the Clones, and that is beautiful. Wonderful and lovely. I encourage those to keep going.

But those who have made their Bad Batches, those are ultimately their Bad Batches, and not mine. For they are not my interpretations.

And I’m tired, and my experiences and expectations make things a weight on my back, and my back broke. That’s what happens when you’re presented with something you love, and those who presented it ultimately hold the fate of things that you love in their hands, and then you get the letter about how your love isn’t coming home from the war.

This canon is the Bad Batch’s legacy. What we have, is what we got, and my nightmare and fears of my loves being left with less have been fulfilled by canon.

I can’t say it let me down, because my expectations are my own, and no one is beholden to fulfill those expectations (especially since I myself don’t always know my own stuff).

I love these characters. I even identify heavily with a few (but to get into that would be diving too deep into my personal history, and I don’t talk about that, if I can help it).

I am of the audience, but I am not the intended audience, unfortunately. The series through its writing and actions so far, doesn’t really like me back, no matter how much I can say I love the characters.

This... is a love letter to love loss. I love the characters, but its a doomed promise.

This is mine, its not intended to be the reader’s perspective persay, that’s the awkward notion of love letters. They tend to personal. But I may as well lay my grief out plain. Who knows? Maybe someone might get it, maybe not.

But it might just make the difference, for a future untold.

I could be wrong. Maybe the future is brighter. Never know.

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[cantpickafandomtbh]

remember when all we had to worry about was why the timeline skipped about and people were alive one episode after they’d been murdered??

Now we get

Ahsoka and Rex witnessing everyone they love die

The Bad Batch being split up

Omega being kidnapped

Tech dying

Crosshairs just being tortured and experimented on

The entire Domino squad destroyed leaving Echo completely alone

And Kamino being completely obliterated after everything we’ve been through with it

Yeah… fun times

#star wars tbb #star wars #star wars tcw #ahsoka star wars #star wars ahsoka #star wars hunter #star wars echo #star wars rex #star wars crosshair #star wars wrecker #star wars tech #kamino #domino squad