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Heated ~ pt. 1

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

No warnings for this, just world building... welcome lol.

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After approximately 90 rotations aboard the Marauder, give or take a few days, you were ready to disembark.

Tech, of course, calculated the accurate amount of time, but you were running on inner planetary standard time. You were exhausted. Truly and totally exhausted. The battles along the outer rim were beginning to overtake every waking thought, and the war only seemed to be escalating. Even though you were just a medical technician, it seemed like you never had a moment to breathe.

The boys had been sent on one mission after another to the most backwater planets you’d never even heard of. In the beginning of working with Clone Force 99, you were thrilled.

Tired of being on the front lines with Captain Rex and General Skywalker, you thought this would have been a cakewalk compared to tending to the 501st. (Or as you liked to call them, the most reckless GAR unit in history.) Boy, were you wrong…

Rex assigning you to Clone Force 99 had been one of the most challenging places you think a young medic like yourself could have gone.

These men, in particular, were a unique kind of reckless, and they always seemed to end up in the craziest situations.

That didn’t mean you didn’t come to grow fond of them, but as GAR procedure demands, they must return to Coruscant for their quarterly medical examinations, and you were relieved.

While you didn’t particularly care for the bustle of the high-density planet, you could appreciate not being shot at, chased, or bombed at any given second.

The Marauder also didn’t offer the same level of comfort as the Venator Attack Cruisers you’d become accustomed to staying on for months at a time. But it’s alright, you’ve come to enjoy your time with special force 99.

For a bunch of chaotic Alphas, they were pleasant company.

Sergeant Hunter was the leader and a remarkable tracker. You couldn’t help but marvel at his heightened abilities; it was really interesting from a medical standpoint. Tech had the brain capacity of a supercomputer and his ex-arc trooper friend, Echo. You actually had known Echo from your early days serving under the 501st.

It was nice having him around; he seemed to keep the peace and offered some much-needed familiarity. Then there was Wrecker, the sweetest man-child you’d ever met. He had a love for blowing things up, which you found hilarious, and finally, there was Crosshair. You never really knew where you stood with the man. Echo told you it’s because he’s not used to strangers hanging out with his brothers, but you weren’t quite sure. The Alpha was quiet and calculated. He didn’t miss a thing, not with his heightened reflexes. He never said much to you; he often operated in silence unless it was to piss off Hunter, which seemed to be more often than you realized.

He, however, treated you indifferently. It was just odd for an Alpha to not acknowledge an Omega. Not to say you needed his attention, it was just different. You speculated it had to do with his genetic mutations; maybe he was too good at focusing on his objective. Omegas hardly phased him.

“You ready, Pip?” Wrecker gave your shoulders a gentle shake.

You smiled at the nickname. “Yeah Wreck, ugh I just really want a real shower.” You sighed, getting a little impatient.

The Marauder was waiting for landing clearance while you made quick work stowing away the last few stray supplies. You made notes of all the supplies that had been depleted, which was most of it. You shook your head; you’d be raiding the GAR supply facility before deployment for certain.

“You and me both,” Hunter snorted and settled down in one of the chairs in the cockpit.

Poor guy, you realized, probably had the worst of it all. Living amongst five sweaty dirty men and one medic had his scent on overdrive. Not to mention the dulled pheromones. Being surrounded by so many alphas, the stench was probably awful for him.

You, however, being an omega on the smaller side, couldn’t smell much, not with your implant which was due for replacement this quarter. Hunter never mentioned anything to you about smell. You just hoped it wasn’t too much for him with all of your implants thankfully. It never seemed like an issue for him.

“We’re clear for landing,” Echo chirped from the copilot seat. Everyone came up to the front to strap into the jump seats. Crosshair brought your packed bag up with him and placed it gently under your feet before he took the seat next to you and strapped in. You thanked him, and he gave you a silent nod still chewing on his toothpick.

Echo and Tech gently landed the Marauder in the GAR main hangar bay and finished up the last cross check before disembarking. Wrecker was kind and offered to carry your duffle filled with your civvies and toiletries. You thanked him and followed him out of the Marauder. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you smiled at the feeling of real sun on your skin.

Looking down the steps, you squealed, noticing all of the white and blue plastoid on the other side of the hangar bay. Running at full speed, you nearly tripped over your own feet, flinging yourself at Kix.

He noticed you last minute and swooped you up into his arms, “Hey Tiny! I didn’t know you were on rotation already?” He picked you up and spun you around before putting you down. Your excitement to see your old unit was overwhelming; you couldn’t help but smile as more of your friends on the 501st ran over to give you a hug or a playful shove.

You missed the way Wrecker gawked at your reaction to the Regs. “Well, she certainly doesn’t do that with us,” Tech noted, watching you rub up against the alphas in a comforting manner, purring under their affection.

“Fucking Regs,” Crosshair groused.

Echo remembered how fond you are of the 501st. He remembered when you were a newbie just starting your medical field days bonding with General Tano as teens. He felt a little nostalgic watching you with his vod. He laughed remembering how Ahsoka would scent you before sending you out into the field. They loved you so much.

Tech noted how comfortable you were with their touch and scenting. Something no one in their unit ever attempted with you. Of course, they were aware of your designation, but they tried their hardest to be respectful. Hunter had made it extremely clear no one was supposed to touch you unless necessary. It had been six months of your service on their unit, and no one has ever gotten this close with you except Wrecker, but it wasn’t anything like that.

The alpha in Tech was a little upset by this. Why didn’t the omega feel comfortable with them?

Hunter listened to the way you preened under their attention, and his chest pained a bit hearing your purrs. Was he… jealous? No. That’s his medic, that's all. He had read your file; you’d been with them for most of the war. Of course, that would make you closer. He could smell the happy pheromones you spread from where they were. You were happy with the 501st’s attention; it wasn’t something he knew you craved.

“I’m here for quarterlies,” you tapped your shoulder, “And I’m due for replacement.” You sighed. “Ahh,” Kix smirked, “Difficult enough dealing with us reg alphas huh? Gotta deal with defects now too huh? Got that implant working overtime.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him.

A cough behind you caught your attention. You spun around to see your unit catching up, looking a little perturbed, especially Crosshair. He’s never warmed up to the Regs and didn’t particularly like you sharing your fond stories about them. You usually keep to yourself in his presence or else he’d get a little hostile.

“Sarge,” Kix greeted with a head tilt.

“Kix,” Hunter gave him a polite nod, “Captain.” He looked beyond you.

You spun around, “Rex!” You ran at him, wrapping yourself around your old captain. “Hey kid,” he laughed, giving you a pat on the head looking down at you.

“I’m older than you, Captain,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“So you like to remind me,” he laughed, suddenly realizing how much he had missed you.

You stepped back with a huge smile. Suddenly everything was starting to feel good again. 90 rotations didn’t seem so terrible anymore. You giggled as they all filed in demanding to know how you’ve been.

“We’re heading to 79’s later,” Jesse smiled, “You gotta come Y/N. I wanna hear about your adventures to the outer rim.”

“Especially me,” Fives trotted forwards shoving you playfully aside before embracing his brother Echo, “Vod!” He hugged Echo tight. Echo relaxed into his hug and gave him a curt smile. “How you doing?” Fives asked, wrapping his arm around Echo’s shoulder before walking off with him towards the barracks to no doubt catch up.

“I got a replacement due,” you sighed, “I can’t drink but I’ll stop by for a bit to catch up!”

They all seemed to light up at that, “See you there, kid!” Captain Rex gave you a nod and turned on his heel to get back to work and make sure the General’s Venator was getting proper maintenance.

“C’mon, Pip,” Hunter was leading the others towards the medical campus for their quarterlies.

You huffed, “Coming, Sarge.”

“Pip?” You heard the others laugh a bit at your new nickname when you trailed off behind your new unit. Damn their long legs you were struggling to hold pace with them.

Crosshair gave you an incredulous look watching you try to catch up. You gave it right back to him.

“Miss your precious Regs?” He sneered. You didn’t miss the way Tech’s shoulders stiffened. Wrecker and Hunter pretended not to hear, but you knew they did. You suddenly missed having Echo as your defense.

“What?” You looked at him.

“You heard me,” he growled.

“Of course I missed my old unit. I haven’t seen them in six standard months, Crosshair.”

“That all?” He was cold.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You stopped and crossed your arms forcing him to stop walking.

Crosshair pointed his toothpick at you, “Throwing yourself at a bunch of alphas like a bitch in hea-”

“Enough!” Hunter growled.

Your cheeks burned red. How dare he. You looked to Wrecker and then Tech but the looks on their faces didn’t exactly show any support for you. Did they agree?…Maker. Wrecker lowered his gaze which surprised you the most.

Crosshair never really said much to you besides if you asked him an immediate question about his health or an injury. He usually somewhat avoided you. But you never thought he disliked you, at least up until now. The disgust was obvious on his face.

You just shook your head and continued stalking towards the medical campus, ignoring Hunter’s call. Your shore-leave was becoming more and more desirable by the second. You wanted space especially from Mr. dark and gloomy.

Deciding you’ve had enough of them, you detoured for your department entrance leaving them to go into the main medical campus alone. You knew Tech had all of your reports stowed on his datapad records. They would survive without you at least for now. You thought you heard Wrecker whimper behind you, but the sound of ion engines priming drowned out the rest before you stepped inside the medic clinic. Fuck Crosshair. What a dickhead.

You shook your head knowing you had other things to focus on besides his stupid little attitude.

Passing through multiple security clearances, you stepped into the sterile clinic’s main lobby.

“Medic Y/L/N?” You heard a familiar soft voice.

“Hi Layla.” You smiled sweetly at the nurse who you came to know during your training program. Being an omega, she opted to stay on base instead of venturing out into the battle fronts she was definitely more gentle mannered than yourself. You preferred some action and excitement.

“In for your quarterly’s?”

"Yeah, and I need a new replacement implant," you muttered as you trailed behind Layla toward one of the deserted exam rooms. The clinical white walls felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaotic memories you shared here. You reminisced about your early days serving the GAR, where Layla and you tended to wounded soldiers and even brushed shoulders with the occasional Jedi. But that was before you were transferred to General Skywalker’s unit, thrust into the heart of battle and endless repairs for him and his Padawan. You missed the simplicity of those days, the camaraderie with Layla.

”How’s the 501st treating you?" Layla's voice broke through your reverie as she handed you a crumpled paper gown.

"I got transferred to Special Forces 99," you replied, shedding your uniform behind the flimsy curtain. "They’re a different breed, that's for sure."

"Clone Force 99?" Layla's eyebrows rose in curiosity.

“Yeah.” you confirmed, feeling a flicker of amusement at her reaction.

As Layla chewed on her pen, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "The Sergeant’s pretty hot."

Your cheeks flushed, and you nearly stumbled over your words before recovering. “Layla…” You gawked.

She giggled and sat down on her roller stool. "Don’t lie and say you’ve never thought about it."

Well, obviously you’ve thought about it. They’re all honestly pretty hot, but you’d never admit that out loud.

"Now where have you seen Hunter like that?" you giggled at her cheekiness.

"I watch the holonet streams every once in a while. Especially after the retrieval on Skako Minor, General Skywalker and Sergeant CT-9901 were all over the holonet for weeks," she mused. "An omega’s wet dream."

You screamed and threw your boot at her. You two looked at each other momentarily before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Man, you missed Layla. Honestly, you just missed having another girl to talk to. This was such a refresher from the overwhelming amount of Alpha.

You hopped up on the table, lying down, trying to get comfortable.

"What’s he like?" her tone shifted into mischief.

You hesitated, memories of Hunter flooding your mind. "He’s… different. Polite, I guess."

Layla raised an eyebrow, her expression demanding the truth. “Girl…” she slapped your shoulder, grabbing her scanner to document your entire system from head to toe.

"Well, I don’t know!" you put your hands up in defense. "He’s quite the gentleman. None of them so much as look, Layla, I swear."

She just looked at you with a raised brow while she continued her work, “Yeah right.”

"But…" you smirked, watching her work, "I do know the tattoos go to his feet…" you bit your lip.

Now it was her turn to choke. "You’re lying…" Her interest was piqued.

You shook your head. "Full skeleton all the way down his arm, ribs, thigh…"

You two sighed.

She finished her scan and input the data before sliding her roller chair right next to you. "Everywhere?"

You raised a brow. "Everywhere," you confirmed with a nod.

She put her hand over her chest in a dramatic manner before prepping the numbing agent for your implant.

You remembered the day you found out this information about your Sergeant. Up until this point, you’d only seen maybe an arm or some knuckles in your medical repairs, but this time Hunter had taken a pretty bad hit to his side and thigh. Multiple blaster wounds had torn him up, and Tech had helped him limp back to the ship before they both collapsed on the floor. You had flung yourself out of your bunk at the commotion only to realize what had happened.

Tech helped you tear off Hunter’s armor and helmet, trying to figure out where the wounds were. Luckily, they hadn’t gone through, and it was mostly just surface wounds, but you still had to cut through his blacks to get to it, leaving his entire left side exposed. He had growled at you, but Tech had set him straight. He was just in pain.

That’s when you realized his entire left side was tattooed like his face, all the way down to his feet. You mumbled a quick apology before starting your cleaning process and bacta application.

The wounds had healed up nicely, but he had to re-tattoo the fresh skin the next time they had shore-leave. You had also stowed away the information of how muscular he was. The man was truly a work of art.

A sharp jab snapped you out of your memories when Layla removed the old suppressor implant. You yelped when the new one went in, making you a bit dizzy with pain. You hissed when she retracted the mechanism.

"There we go," she beamed. "Good as new."

"Thanks, Layla," you said, sitting up, letting her bandage the small incision wound with a bacta patch. The soothing coldness was immediate. You sighed in relief as the pain dulled.

"I told Rex I’d be at 79’s later, if you want to come?" you offered, slipping from the table to give her a hug.

"As much as I’d love to play with the captain, I have so much work to catch up on for quarterly's. I better stay here," she sighed, pushing her chair back into place. "But you have fun, and enjoy your time off. Come back to visit if you get bored."

You giggled. "I will." And with that, she left you to change back into your uniform before leaving the medic’s clinic. The hangar bay was significantly more empty now as you made your way over to civilian transport. After exiting the security checkpoint, you made your way over to the clone transport. "Can you take me to residential?" you asked the officer in the pilot’s seat. He gave you a nod, and you settled back into the transport’s seats. With a sigh, you were finally starting to relax a bit. You knew the boys were probably already back at their barracks after their examinations, so you knew they wouldn’t be bothering you for at least a few rotations.

When you finally arrived to the GAR residential building you gave the driver a thanks before hoping out and skipping over to the front door. You couldn’t wait to get to your quarters and enjoy a long hot shower. Swiping your clearance card, you dashed into the elevator to your floor and into your room. It smelled like you needed to open a window but other then that is was just as you left it. Knowing you’d have to get some food delivered, you gave a dramatic sigh while kicking off your regulation boots. You went to unzip your uniform top when you heard the swish of clothing and a familiar scoff.

You turned suddenly seeing Crosshair standing in your kitchen in his civvies looking tall and menacing.

“Maker! Crosshair!” You put a hand on your chest, “You scared me!”

“Sorry little one.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.

You looked around suddenly remembering you’re in YOUR apartment.

“What the hell are you doing here Crosshair?” You narrowed your gaze at him getting mad all over again.

“Hunter is making me apologize for earlier.” He grumbled around his toothpick.

You hummed, “How did you get in here?”

He held up the Sergeant’s entry card. Of course… dammit Hunter.

“Here.” He slid your duffle across the floor to you. A peace offering. You were grateful for that at least.

A deep pang in your shoulder made you grimace “Thanks.” You unzipped your uniform top leaving you in your bindings not caring if he looked. He didn’t seem phased anyways. The bacta patch stained red with your blood. He narrowed his eyes to the incision. You knelt down to your duffle and pulled out your field kit. You grabbed a dose of pain killer and brought the injector up to the wound site. You pressed the mechanism and the needle stabbed you quickly injecting the medicine. You rolled your shoulder and replaced the bacta patch seeing the wound turning to a simple line. Soon it would be gone in a few hours.

“So?” You looked at the tall sniper.

He lifted a brow.

You crossed your arms, “Your apology?”

He snorted and stood up straight before walking past you.

“Sorry.” He mumbled before stepping back out into the hallway and disappearing.

You sighed knowing that was all you’re going to get from the grumpy soldier. Whatever, you’d take it.

~~~

The shower that followed was worth it. You had never felt so clean in your few years in this universe. The piping hot water cleansed you of three standard months of sweat, bomb residue, and blood. You scrubbed and scrubbed until your skin flared red before you stepped out of the shower to get ready. Throwing on your favorite civvies and some makeup, you quickly dried your hair before throwing on your regulation boots. Grabbing your com and a few credits. You practically skipped out of your apartment making a beeline for 79’s. You couldn’t wait to catch up with your old friends.

When you arrived, you heard an uproar of men yelling your name. You looked over to see Fives, Jesse, Kix, and the others wave you over.

“Tiny!” You got tackled by Fives. He put you in a headlock and ruffled your hair despite your cries. You shoved him off of you knowing he must have scented you in the process.

“Ugh! Fives you reek.” You scrunched your nose smelling the alpha on him it was stronger then usual.

“Sorry tiny.” He laughed rubbing the back of his neck, “We gotta get our implants replaced too.”

You shook your head and plopped down in the booth next to Kix with a laugh. He shoved the snack plate in your face continuing his conversation with another soldier to his right. You were starving and started munching down on the mantell mix.

“Hope that wont be a problem kid.” Rex smiled at you.

You just yanked your collar down to show them the patch, “All good captain.”

That made them relax. The 501st is many things, but they were always chivalrous towards you. Being their favorite omega and all, they had always taken a very protective stance with you. None of them tried anything and they had always kept away the creeps. You were thankful for their protection.

Your current hoard of alphas though, you didn’t really know where you stood with them. They kind of pretended like you weren’t there. You quickly realized they weren’t used to working with strangers, and an omega of all things. At first they treated you like a fragile little thing. Like they were worried they’d step on you. They couldn’t help but stare. You didn’t really blame them. Eventually it wore off and they seemed to become a bit more comfortable with your presence. Until it became normal. Except Crosshair, he never seemed to warm up to you and kept you at arms length.

“So how’s your new unit?” Fives asked sounding a bit jealous.

You giggled, “They’re.. nice.”

They all looked at you.

“What?” You shrunk under their looks. Even Rex stared.

“Nice?” Jesse laughed.

“That’s not exactly the word I’d use.” Rex raised a brow, “You’re okay, right kid?”

You opened your mouth in shock, “Guys I’m okay. I swear.”

They visibly relaxed.

“Look, it took some getting used to. I don’t think they’ve ever been around strangers before they’re very close. Clearly. Eventually they warmed up. Except the sniper. I think he might actually not like me.”

Fives just scoffed, “It’s because your’e hot cyar’ika”

Jesse punched him in the stomach. Fives doubled over and everyone at the table grumbled at him. You just felt your cheeks burn up and you hid behind Kix’s shoulder.

“Fives…” Rex sighed.

“What?” He choked out, “I’m just saying. I don’t think those defects have been anywhere near a woman much less an omega. Aye!” He blocked Jesse’s punch again.

“What omega?” You heard a gruff voice approach.

It was Commander Wolffe and the pack still in uniform. Rex got up and clapped him on the shoulder getting him settled in. He placed his helmet on the table and peered over at you.

“I don’t think we’ve met cyar’ika.” He grinned at you showing off his scar and grey iris.

You felt your heart rate increase under his intense stare. You could tell this alpha was seasoned, first generation from the looks of him. You were certain that if you didn’t have your implant, you'd be keening for his attention. Instead, you submissively lowered your gaze and leaned into Kix a bit. He wrapped an arm around you and looked up at the Commander, saying, “This is Y/N; we call her Tiny.” He shook you playfully, adding, “She used to be our medic. Now she’s with the 99’s.”

Wolffe let out a low whistle. “The 99’s? Must be exciting. Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, extending a hand, which you took, giving it a good shake. His calloused fingers lingered a bit as he ran them over your soft knuckles.

Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you said, “Nice to meet you, Commander,” giving him a polite smile.

He smiled back, clearly pleased with your attention. Oh, he liked you, you thought to yourself. He then gently released your hand and turned to his men. “Let’s get a round of drinks. We’re off for quarterly’s!”

His men let out a whooping shout, and the waitress took down their orders. The pack quickly became rowdy, opting for roughhousing with each other and the shinies. After a long while of dodging his gaze and eating the food Kix placed in front of you, you decided you needed a cold glass of water and squeezed out from under Kix’s arm. The stench of so many alphas was starting to become too much, even with the implant. You were praying they couldn’t smell the nervousness on you.

Walking up to the bar, the woman smiled at you. She recognized you, as you usually spent your time with the boys when you were off. She gave you a little wave and bounced over, asking what you wanted.

“Just water for me,” you smiled. She smiled back and went to fill up your glass.

“What’s a pretty little omega doing in a place like this?” a shiny walked up to you, placing himself uncomfortably close to your back. You turned, facing him square on. Despite all clones being created as alphas, this one was young and stupid. Your omega instincts told you he’d be a weak mate. You noticed the lack of markings and scratches on his armor. He’s barely seen anything, you realized.

“I’m here with my friends,” you replied curtly, taking the glass of ice water from the bartender with a nod. You went to move away, but he caught your arm in a tight grip. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to assert his dominance and stop you from leaving. You just looked at his hand and then up to his face.

“I wasn’t done with you… omega,” he leered, leaning forward to run his nose closer to your scent glands. Your heart rate increased for all the wrong reasons. Fear started to creep up inside you the longer he had his hands on you. Now you wished Fives had scented you for real.

“Why are you messing with my medic?”

You stiffened.

Hunter’s smokey voice cut through the music of the club making your entire spine tingle. Hunter had used his Alpha tone making you tremble in spot. The shiny suddenly looked up eyes going wide. He quickly released you and saluted Hunter.“Sorry Seargant. I didn’t know she was yours.”

“Hmm” Hunter dismissed him and grabbed you by the same arm the shiny had just moments ago, except this time the touch didn’t feel dangerous. Instead it made your stomach flip. He’d never touched you unless it was for medical purposes. You couldn’t help the little preen inside you bubbling up. Alpha Protects. He lead you past the shiny and over to an empty booth in the back of the club. You could hear Layla’s voice ringing in your head. She’d be eating this up right now. You prayed your pheromones didn’t give you away.

He finally let you go when you reached the booth waiting for you to slide in. You immediately missed the warmth of his bare hand. You realized they were all in their civvies, well except tech, he still had his helmet near by. The rest of them slid into the booth following suit.

“She’s smells like Regs.” Wrecker crinkled his nose. Between, Fives, Kix, and the shiny you knew you reeked.

“Sorry.” You mumbled taking a sip of your water still a little pissed with them.

“You okay pip?” Hunter asked looking you in the eyes. You suddenly shied away from his gaze looking down at his shirt collar nodding. His eyes were too intense. You usually didn’t have a problem, but you were still trebling from the effects of his voice lingering.

“Did something happen?” Tech asked from around Hunter’s shoulder.

“I’m alright. Just a dumb shiny.” You felt like you were being suffocated by their stares.

They laughed a bit at that.

“Okay, I can’t take it anymore.” Wrecker shoved you under his arm and rubbed his scent all over you. You coughed and sputtered trying to shove him away but it was no use. Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“Alright Wrecker enough.” Hunter sighed looking down at you drowning in alpha, “She’s covered.”

“Ugh.” You tried to straightening out your hair and top a bit, “Easy next time big guy. I think every alpha for a mile can smell me now.”

He just gleamed. You couldn’t help but be a bit grateful. It seems like everyone was due for an updated implant. The smells were getting to be out of control. No one would come near you now. Even the rough housing seemed to be a little aggressive than usual. They had asked you about the wolf pack but you just shrugged watching their rough housing turn into full on brawls.

The boys continued talking about something random that Tech had info dumped about and Wrecker of course was confused. You continued to sip on your ice water before you heard your name being called. You popped your head up from the booth to find Fives looking for you. You sighed and put your cup down. Part of you didn’t want to go back because of the attention the commander was giving you, but the other part of you wanted to spend some time with Rex and the boys. Damn these alphas.

Opting to stay where you were, Fives and the boys decided to come over towards you. Knowing this was probably going to go badly, you shrunk into the booth. Hunter eyed you before he heard Crosshair snarl. A large group of Regs came trotting over to come socialize like a bunch of drunk pups. They all pulled up chairs and surrounded the booth with their rambunctiousness.

“Where’d you go Tiny?” Jesse was sloshed. Leaning over Fives who was barely holding himself together.

“Tiny, did you see the way the commander was looking at you?” Fives shoved Jesse off of him, “I think he’s trying to-” he jiggled his brows suggestively at you and you just shook your head and wanted to melt into the table. Please not this. Not with my commanding officer present. Not my very hot commanding officer present. You wanted to slap Layla why did she have to start putting these thoughts into your head.

“Commander Wolffe?” Tech asked for clarification.

Fives just nodded taking another big sip from his cup.

“Someone shoot me.” You covered your face you were too sober for this conversation. You could feel Crosshairs smirk from across the table.

“Awh pip.” Wrecker just grabbed you again and shook you around, “The Commander thinks you’re prettyyyy.”

Fives and Jesse giggled. Hunter and the others just looked uncomfortable. Obviously they weren’t the most social, nor playful. This was just embarrassing. Your only comfort was Wrecker. He was always the nicest anyways. You just tucked yourself into his side forgetting his betrayal earlier.

“The Commander wants to rut with Y/N?” Tech asked.

“Maker.” You wanted to dissipate into thin air.

“Mhmm.” Jesse and Fives nodded with cheesy grins, “she gave him the eyes.”

You scoffed, “I did not!”

“Yeah you did!” Fives giggles. He then looked at Jesse and re-enacted the whole scene dramatically, “It’s nice to meet you commander.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jesse and held his hand. You groaned and put your head down on the table.

“I need a drink.” You whimpered not able to take the teasing.

“Is that wise?” Tech chimed in, “You just had your implant replaced. It’s advised to not drink for the first 24 hours or else it may be ineffective.”

“Kriff.” You sighed.

“And that’s my cue to come rescue Tiny.” Kix interjected and yanked you up from the booth taking you far away from this painfully awkward conversation. You thanked him profusely letting him guide you.

“You’re nervous when you’re sober.” He laughed walking over to the dance floor with you.

“I’m nervous because of my Sergeant.” You whisper in his ear. He just gives you a questionable look. You laugh and shake your head, “A friend of mine said something today and I can’t get it out of my stupid omega head.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow dancing to the beat.

“Shut up.” You laughed praying Hunter couldn’t hear you over the yelling and music, “They also don’t like the “Regs,” you shook your head.

“Well I know why.” He replied spinning you around.

“Why?” You asked swaying to the beat.

“Everyone was so mean to them growing up. Kids are horrible you know. But because they’re different they definitely dealt with a lot during training days.” Kix informed you. Suddenly everything made sense. Especially why Crosshair can’t seem to socialize with Regs to save his life.

“Plus, the Captain decked the sniper on Skako Minor.” Kix said cheekily.

You dropped your jaw, “Rex?” You couldn’t believe it. There’s no way level headed Rex lost it with Crosshair.

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “They got into it while trying to find Echo.”

“No way.” You couldn’t believe it. While dancing you peered over at the table to find the four 99’s watching you completely ignoring the drunk shenanigans from the 501st boys. The only one interacting was Echo. You could tell there was a part of him that missed his brothers. They continued to drink and talk amongst themselves while you and Kix danced on the floor. Some of the other 501st boys joined you before linking up with pretty omegas vying for their attention. Clearly their interests were else where.

You definitely didn’t miss the way the Commander seemed to be unable to take his eyes off of you from his chair. You chose to ignore him.

An alpha like that could send you into heat with or without an implant. You however had a job to do, and being stuck in his bed for a week wouldn’t suffice. The mortification of even thinking about returning to the Marauder after that. You couldn’t even go there. Crosshair would literally never let you hear the end of it. He might shove you out of the airlock when you weren’t expecting it.

Kix seemed to be reading your mind and elected to giggle. You slapped him on the arm and he feigned injury. Just then, you noticed the Commander stand and seemingly decide to come your way. Feeling there to flee, you quickly hugged Kix and made a dart for the door. Grabbing your comm you let the boys know you’d be returning to your apartment but to your dismay, Hunter replied…

“Don’t bother we just got special orders. We’re shipping out tonight.” He sounded tired. So much for shore-leave.

“Ugh.” You whined turning to the taxi waiting by the club entrance. You put your comm away in your pocket and fished around for a few credits ignoring the way the cool evening air chilled your skin.

“Something wrong Cyar’ika?” The gruff voice you were dreading came from behind you. Damn your omega tendencies. You turned keeping your eyes lowered.

“Everything is alright Commander.” You replied sweetly, “I just got informed my break has been cut short. We ship out again tonight.”

He sighed stepping forwards and placed his pointer finger under your chin to tilt your head up. You nearly whimpered looking into his scarred eye. Alpha’s strong. Alpha likes you. Alpha smells good. Really good. You wanted to whine when his eye zeroed in on yours. He wanted your eyes on him that was for certain. Maybe a breakout heat with the Commander wouldn’t be too bad…

“Well if you ever need anything you let me know, yeah?” The Commander smiled wolfishly at you and released you. You took a deep breath and took a step back and nodded your head.

“Y/N?” You heard Tech’s call come to your rescue, “Do you need a ride?”

You grabbed your comm and quickly responded with shaking hands, “Yeah that would be nice thank you Tech.”

It wasn’t long until their speeder arrived and you turned back to the Commander who had no issue walking you over to your unit. You could tell by Hunter skeptical glance that he was trying to figure out the situation. The Commander passed you over to your men and have you a nod before putting his helmet back on and walking back into the club.

“What was that about?” Hunter asked with a raised brow.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” You shook your head and practically dove into the speeder.

“Did the Commander proposition you?” Tech asked pushing his glasses back up.

You squeaked and hid in the backseat.

“Stop bothering her.” Echo shook his head. Thank the maker for Echo.

“It was a harmless question.” Tech justified, “As we were talking about his strange attentions earlier and Y/N’s even more unordinary response according to the Regs.”

You looked out the window of the speeder at the endless city below, “I’m going to jump.” You half joked.

“Tech please drop it.” Echo implored, “You’re making her uncomfortable… and me.”

“It’s just biological responses.” Tech grumbled into his data pad, “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You sighed. This was going to be another long mission, and then you were going to take it upon yourself to insure you got a vacation. Hopefully there was something Rex could do to get you some time off for real this time far away from all of these men.

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This part one, I'll be posting regularly to this story, I hope y'all enjoy!

#bad batch #abo #abobadbatch #smut #fanfic #hunter #crosshair #wrecker #tech #echo #501st #cloneforce99 #79's #star wars #clonewars

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ahsoka-its-all-of-us · 1 year

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Okay so I’ve watched the newest Bad Batch episodes now

And it is time for thoughts

Because I am NOT OKAY IN THE SLIGHTEST

Clones are questioning and deserting en masse and I am loving it. Order 66 only overrode them when it came to the Jedi, they didn’t fully lose the personality and individuality they’ve fought so hard to gain ;-;

CHUCHI FIGHTING FOR THE CLONES damn was Dave paid by the Foxiyo shippers or smth? Anyway I am living for it, I’ve had the hc that Chuchi eventually gives up on the Senate and openly full-on joins the Rebellion (earlier than people like Mon Mothma and Bail Organa did) and this fits it perfectly. Also Chuchi continuing Padmé’s fight, I love it

Chuchi got older, and while I’m not a huge fan of her current model, I do like that they updated it in more ways than just better quality. She isn’t the inexperienced senator she was in season 1 of The Clone Wars anymore

It’s heartbreaking that the clones can’t even think of pensions and retirement. They were created to fight, and most likely expected to die on the battlefield someday. They want to die on the battlefield. They have never been offered true humanity, and as such Chuchi’s proposal is almost insulting to them, feels like stripping them of their function, their reason to live, their most important trait

That assassin, what is happening there?!? Had Friendpatine groomed a secret clone task force for such things since their birth? Has he found a way to fully brainwash them with the inhibitor chip? And why was my first thought when the helmet came off that it was Slick of all people?

OF COURSE HIS CONTACT IS REX, Rex who never gives up the fight for his brothers ;-;

It pisses me off more than it should that Rex is staying with Trace and Rafa (or at the very least using their place as an outpost), and we don’t even get to see or hear from Ahsoka. She’s the one who connected them, and while I understand fully that she wouldn’t be on Coruscant anymore, at least some connection would have been nice ;-; They can’t have fully separated already, can they?

Rex has multiple clone contacts. Is one of them Cody? Is one of them Crosshair?

Fuck Rampart. Fuck him so hard. But like not in this way, not in the way that seals the clones’ fate

I love Friendpatine’s updated Emperor model

Okay you know from the beginning that something was gonna happen with Echo, but this is heartbreaking. It’s what he deserves, to stand with Rex again, fighting for their brothers, for the regs, but that doesn’t make it any less heartbreaking. I very much hope that the series will continue to show what him and Rex are up to just like we occasionally get Crosshair focus

It also deeply frightens me. In Rebels, Rex lives with Wolffe and Gregor; not Echo, who he has fought directly beside with much more than either of them. Why would he and Echo get separated again, especially after they’ve both lost so many brothers already? I’m gonna stay optimistic and say Echo went to live with the rest of the Bad Batch again, but I’m terrified

I love the sudden darkness the show has taken after the past relatively innocent episodes. The plot is moving forward again, and while I deeply fear where it is heading, I’m also living for it

Seriously though when can we see Cody and Crosshair again ;-;

#the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch #star wars #riyo chuchi #Cody #captain rex #crosshair #echo #rampart #ahsoka tano #trace martez #rafa martez #Wolffe #Gregor #sheev palpatine

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milkyst4rs · 1 year

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Hi hi! Can i request diluc childe and thoma (seperate) with reader thats gentle and dosent get mad easily but whenver theyre alone they curse like a sailor over anything that made reader pissed off. Reader dosent like showing theyre anger so they release theyre anger alone and got caught by them one day (maybe even caught violently stabbing raw chicken and vegetables while making dinner hahshs)

(Sorry this was long)

You good?

diluc, childe, thoma x gn reader. crackfic

thanku for ur request! Hope u like it🫶🏽 Thomas one is so fluffy☠️ can yall tell i love him

Diluc

Flowery, angelic, soft. Those were the 3 descriptors diluc would often tell people when they would enquire about you, his s/o. You were like a saint, always understanding, talking to the children of the town, picking flowers for him everyday.

So why were you angrily cursing at a pile of burnt cookies in the kitchen?

Diluc had just gotten home from his nightly batman duties and was concerned when you didn't reply to his usual, "I'm home, dear."

He heard a commotion in the kitchen.

"I swear on the 7 fucking archons, if this next batch of cookies doesn't turn out perfect I will actually kill someone."

Diluc's eyes widened. What was going on in there? He had to see if everything was alright. He slid the door to the kitchen open.

"Dear? Is everything oka-"

"holy shit- oh hey honey! Welcome home! How was your day, love?"

Momentarily ignoring your change in vocabulary, he took a scan throughout the kitchen. A burnt mountain of chocolate chip cookies stood there on the counter.

"I, uh. I see that you're baking cookies..."

"Mhm! I got a little bored, all the ingredients I needed were all here so I thought of making something sweet for you!"

"I see, thank you darling. It seems like you're having...some trouble? I've never heard you so frustrated dear, though I must say it is quite amusing."

He said chuckling, he walked over to the burnt cookies and took out a...cheese grater? He walked back to you and pushed the cookies and grater toward you, was he expecting you to do something with this orrrr?

"Adelinde taught me this trick, if you have burnt your cookies, just grate the charred sides and it will look and taste perfect."

"Shit, really? Thanks love!"

He has no clue how your choice of words can go from vulgar to sweet and loving, but he finds it kinda hot.

Childe

You and childe were polar opposites. He was a bloodthirsty son of a bitch and you were caring and nurturing, against violence and hate.

The people of Snezhnaya have no clue how the two of you got together but hey, it seems like it's working out well.

Whenever you and your boyfriend would go out for dates, people would hesitantly greet the two of you so they don't get put on the Fatui's hit list. You noticed this, however, and decided to tell people that you aren't going to hurt or put in a bad word about them. After awhile, everyone was happy to see you waltz into their shop, taking a look around and initiating small talk.

Today, you had asked childe to help you with physical combat, he gladly accepted of course.

He brought you to his usual practice area so he could teach you tricks on a dummy. Practice went well, you managed to build up stamina and strength in your arms.

"Phew! You learn quick babe! Let's take a break, wait here I'll go get us some drinks."

He pressed a kiss on your forehead and walked out of the practice grounds. You decided to practice a little more while waiting for him.

You were fired up. Landing hits and punches on the dummy like it was your worst enemy.

"Fuckin' bitch."

A kick to the head.

"Argh! Yeah that's right, cry little fucker!"

A punch to the jaw.

This was fun! It's a great stress reliever too.

While you were cursing at the poor dummy, unbeknownst to you, your lovely boyfriend was standing behind a wall giggling at your vulgar choice of words.

He had come back 3 minutes ago, no harm in watching his precious s/o completely obliterate his training dummy right?

"I didn't know you were such a fighter [name]! You can land hits physically and mentally, very impressive sweets."

You flushed the moment you saw childe walk to you.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this. I was in the zone."

Childe chuckled and passed you your drink,

"Ok ok! You're really cute when you get all fired up ya' know?"

Thoma

Ah my sweet sweet boy. He thought he knew everything about you, that you two were made for eachother. Imagine his shock when he sees you repeatedly stabbing a boiled chicken while cursing at it.

Where did the soft and loving [name] go? Is the chicken okay? (Obviously not since it's boiled but thoma is too concerned to think logically.) He remembered you saying that you'd be the one making dinner today, he's never seen this kind of cooking method before. Ah! Maybe you're using a technique from...what's his name? Gordon Rambly? Corden Ramsly?

He jumped out his thoughts and rushed to your side, worried that you might stab your hand accidentally.

"[name]! What's going on?? Are you alright?"

"Oh! Thoma! Thank the archons, please help me. This dumb crusty ass of a chicken won't cook properly! I've been trying to make it nice and tender but IT KEEPS. GETTING. STIFF."

Thoma's eyes went wide as frisbees.

"Ah! [name], mind your language! People can hear you! And, the water has got to boil on medium heat, you set it way to high!"

"I DID SET IT ON THE STUPID MEDIUM HEAT THINGY. IT'S THE FUCKING CHICKENS FAULT!"

"Shh! Okok, come here. Calm down.."

He pulled you in for a warm hug, immediately your mind went blank at your anger dissipated. You felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head and you blushed.

"Sorry, I've just been a little irritated today.."

He laughed and held you closer.

"It's ok love. Come on, let's make dinner together!"

"But I wanted to make this awesome meal for you so you could relax...now you have to do all this. Sorry.."

He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, his gaze soft and loving.

"I am always at peace when I'm with you, love. No matter how mad you get."

He mumbled the last part but you heard it and giggled, leaving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

#genshin fluff #thoma x reader #thoma fluff #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #genshin x gender neutral reader #childe x reader #childe fluff #thoma x gender neutral reader #diluc x gender neutral reader #childe x gender neutral reader #THOMA <3

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littlefeatherr · 3 months

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Things that stood out to me in Bad Batch S3 with spoilers in no particular order:

Omega kept a tally of her days imprisoned mirrors Wrecker's mission tally.

Crosshair gave Omega permission to leave him behind, and Omega saw right through it.

IMO Crosshair actually looked physically stronger by episode 3. Omega's pep talks seemed to push him to start preparing physically and mentally for escape, even though she didn't realize it.

Crosshair kneeling down/sitting on the floor to be on Omega's level while pretending to be annoyed by her telling him about her day was so sweet and very much like his brothers.

Sending Omega away so she wouldn't end up like him mirrors Crosshair on Kamino when he wanted to send her away and told Hunter to let her go if he wanted her safe.😪😪😪

Omega's straw Lula 😢😢😢😢

I love Omega's murder pup Batcher!

Crosshair immediately pissed at Emery for downplaying Omega's imprisonment mirrors Hunter Echo and Tech getting upset with Phee telling her tall tales.

It's hilarious that Hemlock sicced the other hounds on her and Crosshair, considering Omega's the one who feeds them. Of course they protected her!

Hunter's grief was just palpable. I love that Wrecker comforts him, puts his arm around him. Do we think Wrecker's the oldest?

The cadets impressed with Hunter and Omega is such a contrast to the regs antagonizing and rejection of them in season 1.

The Emperor has never been scarier.

Is Omega's befriending animals previously thought to be vicious connected to her Force connections?

Angelica Houston as Isa Durand!!!

I'll probably add more later after rewatch. Please feel free to add your own comments to this too!

#tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #the bad batch #sw tbb s3

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zoeykallus · 9 months

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Hi! If you’re taking requests I would wonder, how would TBB + Rex react to reader being unfaithful, hooking up with someone else? Maybe their relationship was never verbally made officially so reader thought it was okay, idk. Can make NSFW, fluff, sad, angry, smut, however you want! I love your work btw :)

Oh dear...

Aloha! Okay, my first impulse is to ask why would you do such a thing, if you could have a batcher 😂 I surely wouldn't, either way 😁 To each their own. But I'm curious how the guys would react to that. Let's see...

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Unfaithful

Warnings: Suggestive In Parts/Strong Language/Hurt/Angst/There Might Be Some Fluff too

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What's Going On:

From time to time you've been intimate, but your batcher, and you haven't set any hard and fast rules, neither you nor he titles you as a couple yet, at least you haven't verbally. So when you go out with a cute guy after a party and get intimate with that very guy, you don't really think much of it. The only problem is that the guy in question likes to make a name for himself with his bedtime stories and brags about them. Your batcher gets wind of it.

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

Hunter

At first, he's flabbergasted when one of the other bar patrons, who he knows quite well by now, tells him how some guy bragged about having slept with you and would also reveal wild details about it. "I thought because you two are kind of close that maybe you should know," the acquaintance from the bar ends his explanation. Hunter blinks, he nods slowly and mumbles, "Thanks." He just sits there for a moment, then from one second to the next his pulse races, adrenaline is produced in his body. It takes him a second or two to realize he's pissed off. Hunter points to the guy in the booth at the other end of Cid's Bar and asks, "That one over there?" His buddy nods. "You sure?" Another nod. Hunter stands up, walking purposefully toward the booth and stands next to it, practically directly in the field of view of your one-night stand. Hunter approaches him about it, and the guy completely misinterprets Hunter's interest. He starts bragging again and is already getting into some details. Hunter is not even sure if the guy is just lying completely, or if there's at least some truth to it.

He is so angry, he wants to break the guy's nose. His whole posture is tense, his look so gloomy that even a Sith would hide under the bed. Everyone in the bar knows that he is about to beat someone up, except this one. He is not an aggressive person, he doesn't want to be. But right now he's holding back with absolute effort. Hunter turns around and wants to leave again, wants to try to vent his frustration in another way. But he is barely two steps away from the table as he snaps. "Fuck it..." He turns back around, goes back to the booth, and takes one quick, solid punch. The nose bone breaks, clearly audible, despite the music in the bar. The guy is almost unconscious, he's bleeding, his eyes are watering, and he looks at Hunter, confused and uncomprehending. "Don't you ever touch her again, and don't you dare tell anyone this story again, or I'll come back and break the rest"

He avoids you for the next few days, but sooner or later he brings it up. Hunter is disappointed in you, he was sure that you knew how much the thing between you two meant to him, even though you didn't call it by its name until now. You have an adult, enlightening conversation, finally saying honestly what you think and feel. However, Hunter is now bruised in some ways. He will have a hard time really opening up to you again and trusting you. The possibility exists, but this requires a lot of patience on your part.

Echo

He sits at the bar counter and can't believe it. He stares at the glass in front of him as if he can find any answers in it. It was so hard for him to open up to you intimately, after all he had been through in the past. Echo felt safe with you, understood, loved. Now he has a stomach ache and somehow his chest is getting tighter. That he has to hear from a stranger, how you sleep with other men feels like he has been beaten up properly, several times. He knows that some couples do that, but he never thought that you would want that. He doesn't know whether to be angry or disappointed. Echo is just not sure if this is somehow his fault. Maybe he should have told you very clearly how he felt, what he hoped for from things between you. He just hadn't dared yet, didn't want to impose. Echo is ashamed. A little bit he feels like you not only betrayed his trust and broke his heart, he feels exposed, embarrassed. Just a few hours ago, he was harping to his brothers about how insanely great you are and how happy you make him. Shortly after, they all heard the dirty little story.

When you come into the bar and see him sitting there, you already suspect that something is wrong. When you speak to him, he can barely look at you, his gaze alternating between pain and stony. He officially ends things between you, he also explains why. You are welcome to explain yourself, but it doesn't matter, shit hit the fan already. It's very likely that Echo won't come out of his shell too soon, at least not for you.

Wrecker

What he hears worries him. Wrecker's first impulse is to seek you out immediately, which he does. When you meet, you immediately notice that something is wrong. He seems unsettled and not at all like you have come to know him. "What's wrong, big guy?" you ask him gently. He sits down with you and sighs heavily. "Just heard a story in the bar that made me feel insecure," he says directly. You frown questioningly. "What kind of story?" Wrecker tells you about how this guy brags about having been in bed with you and throws around details from that night. Naturally, you're startled and also angry. Angry that this guy has so little decency, but you push this anger into the background for now. You're much more concerned with the fact that Wrecker is so affected by this. "Apart from the fact that this asshole has no right to spread this around. What exactly upsets you about it?" you ask cautiously. Wrecker wears his heart on his sleeve, actually, always, including now. "I thought something serious was developing between us. Do you see it differently?" he asks directly.

At first, you're a little speechless, but then you tell him, "Well, I thought there was a possibility, but we never talked about it, so I wasn't sure. The guy was just a one-time slip, I don't usually get involved with idiots like that." Wrecker sighs again and says, "I don't have much experience with relationships and how to get them rolling. When the Republic still existed, I wasn't allowed to do anything like that, so everything always happened without ties, without promises and such. Maybe that's why I didn't say the right words, didn't do the right things to make you feel like I only wanted you and hoped it would be the other way around". You look at him with a soft little smile and say, "I'm very happy to hear that Wrecker. Believe me, I really didn't mean to hurt you. I just wasn't sure where I stood." Wrecker says softly, "I'd really like you and me to be together, you know, exclusively." Wrecker knows that everything isn't always black and white, and he's looking forward to exploring with you what exactly you want from a relationship together. He won't give up that quickly.

Tech

He is completely flabbergasted at the first moment. Then he's very angry, disappointed, scared and insecure. Tech is annoyed with the guy, but also with you. He wants to hurt this guy, but instead of seeking confrontation, he wants to talk to you first, see what's up with this. When you confirm the veracity of the story, Tech is blindsided. "You can't be serious," he says quietly. "I... yes, I am, unfortunately." Tech falls silent for a very long, uncomfortable moment. You say carefully, "Somehow, I didn't get the feeling you wanted to be serious. In front of other people, you always treated me like a buddy, not a loved one." Suddenly breaking the silence, he sounds half upset, half sad. "Because I'm... shy and think that such things are private. I thought we both had something special. We've shared intimate closeness, several times. Something I couldn't imagine at all before. I've opened up to you, made myself vulnerable." You blink and at first you don't know what to say, of course you're sorry for upsetting him like that.

Quietly, disappointedly, he adds, "I feel like you've trampled on my trust and danced all over it." "A very flowery metaphor," you say softly. He glares at you angrily. Tech will back off, tell you to stay away from him from now on, he won't listen to any reasonable words. But it won't be two days before he's trailing after you again, talking about a second chance. If you go for it, get ready for Tech to be very controlling and jealous from now on. This will eventually subside to some degree, but it will take a long time. Tech feels deeply, so he is also very sensitive, but also passionate. With a little effort and patience, you'll smooth it out.

Crosshair

After breaking the nose and fingers of the guy who just told him about a hot night with you ("These hands will never touch my girl again, is that clear?!"), he makes his way to you. Crosshair growls your name as he walks into the room, and a chill immediately runs down your spine. You know even before you turn around and look at him that he's pissed. You slowly turn and look at him out of wide eyes. His gaze literally cuts into yours. "I guess I'm not enough for you", he growls. You blink. "What?" "Fucking around?" Your mouth drops open, and you stare at him, stunned. "Excuse me?" Crosshair murmurs, "The night after the party you went to last weekend." A light slowly dawns on you. "Oh."

For one thing, you didn't really expect him to find out about it, and besides, you weren't even thinking about the guy anymore. "That's all you have to say, just an oh?" You cross your arms in front of your chest and say, "Since when are we exclusive?" He pushes you up against the table behind you and growls, "Since the first damn day! Did you want a contract, maybe? Or a written invitation to a relationship?" You shrug, but at the same time your thighs part almost automatically, leaving him between them as he presses closer to you. "You could have just said you wanted a relationship," you say meekly. "Kitten," Crosshair says seriously, "We've been intimate several times, we've dated, I didn't think I needed to explain." You snort and at the same moment his hand grabs your chin. "I want you to be mine and mine alone". You can barely avoid his intense gaze. Crosshair, kisses your neck, up to your ear and whispers to you, "How many times do you want me to fuck you to satisfy your hunger?" He will be more vigilant from now on, but he will not control you. However, if you ever become intimate with someone else again, he will clearly break up with you, and no amount of begging will ever soften him. The first time, it was still a case of giving the defendant the benefit of the doubt, he won't let it slip a second time, at all.

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oval3000 · 8 months

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"Hello" ch. 2

Simon Riley x Reader

Not my art! Not my characters!

After defeating Makorav, Simon went back home to enjoy his night rest. The next day he heard noises outside his apartment. When he went to see who was making those noises, by peaking through the eye hole on his door, he saw you. He never thought you would change his life forever.

!WARNING ⚠️ Terrible grammer, past abuse, abuse, ptsd, trauma, swearing, Obsession, Possessive, death,boring story. Different story plot then the game (Makorav dead)

New to this wanted to try it out. Maybe making it to a series idk .

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

A few weeks has past since then. You were able to get everything settled in. You still felt bad about Simon helping you, especially when your new bed arrived. It wasn't your fault though. Simon peaked through when he heard noises of two men carrying a big box to your apartment. He saw how you thanked them. When you gave them the same treatment you did to him, it pissed him off. Now, he didn't know why, but he knew that they didn't deserve your 'Thank yous' they were just doing their job. So when they left he went in saying that he heard a ruckus and wanted to help, not because he was watching you through his peak hole

You made a batch of homemade chocolate chip cookies. As you placed them on the cooling rack you took out a cute treat bag and a twist tie. You grabbed a gift box from the store plastic bag aswell as other things like snacks and an assortment of good teas that your heard were good, the price really showed it. You didn't care, you really wanted to show him gratitude. You placed everything perfect. You carefully placed half of the batch of the cooled chocolate chip cookies into the cute treat bag. Carefully placing it in the center of the box along with a handwritten note you did on top. You placed on the lid and grabbed a piece of ribbon that matches the box perfectly.

Some say this is extreme and unnecessary, but you really didn't want to feel like a burden especially being new to the building. The last thing you want to cause any problems in your new home.

You took the box and walked in front of Simon's door. You knocked on the door three times while holding the gift box. You were nervous, don't know why, but you were. Your overthoughts were taking over you. It made you think on how you can just turn around and walk away.

However, those thoughts disappeared when you heard the door knob giggle and Simon opened the door. He knew it was you.

He was ready with whatever help you needed, he didn't even noticed the box as he was too busy staring at your eyes.

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me move in and for building my bed, so please take this as a gift as my gratitude." You handed him the gift box as he looked at you.

"You really didn't have to. It was nice to help" Simon looked at you with a humble look on his face. As for how he feels on the inside, seeing you standing in front of him with a gift just for him.

"I know, I just really wanted to do it." You gave him one the most sweetest smiles.

He reached out with hands as he grabbed the box. You felt his fingers glazing over yours. You felt heat rising in your cheeks. You looked up as he stared you down with a smirk on his face. "Thank you, love"

He saw as you walked away and closed the door. He carefully shut his door, ignoring the locks. Why would he lock his door when an angel moved accross from his place?

He places the gift box on the counter and undid the ribbon. He took of the lid and saw all the things you put in it. He first took the note out and read. His fingers glanced on the cute little drawing you did of a smiley face.

He placed the note down as he took the bag of cookies out. He read the little gift tag 'homemade chocolate chip cookies'. He opened the bag and took a bite of the cookie. He tasted it and it was delicious. Was it delicious? Was he just hungry? Or maybe...just maybe. He found it delicious?

He didn't want to eat the rest in one go. His excuse was simple 'don't want to gain weight' even thought he himself knows he can burn off whatever fat he would gain if he did. He placed the bag of cookies down and admired the rest of the items you gave him. One in particular were the asserment of teas. He knows that brand. Everyone in town knows that brand. The most popular well known brand of good tea and more on the pricy side. He felt spoiled. Never in his life has he felt spoiled.

Feeling things he never felt before. Satisfaction. You gave him so much satisfaction for only knowing him for a month . This emotion felt so good. He wanted more.

Now he isn't selfish. He knows you deserve to be satisfied as well. He just needs to find the right time.

He needs more time with you. He placed the cookies you made him into a little air tight containers, placing it in the center of his kitchen island. He made his way towards his peak hole just to check, simple as that.

He grabbed his laundry basket from his room and made his way towards the laundry room on the down label ground. When he got there, only a few people were there. Some already left while two men still stayed behind. He was never close with anyone in the building, how could he when he's busy serving his country, so his interactions with others were limited. After all he has someone he could spend his energy for.

He shoved his dirty clothes into the washer and poured in the detergent. He wanted to leave and come back, but he knew people like the two men who remained there would do something stupid like throwing his wet clothes on the floor, so he waited patiently.

He could hear the two, young, looking men laughing like hyenas. "Shit men. It wouldn't fucking hurt to get a women doing this shit for us," one of the guys said with a smug look on his face.

Simon didn't bother turning his head, only giving a side eye."you know non of these old fucking hags would do the work" another said has he shook his head.

"But that girl that lives on the fifth floor." Simon felt body tense up as he stood still for a second.

"Lucky bastard, I didn't get to see her" the guy sad, throwing his drench clothes in the dryer.

"I only got to see when we shared an elevator together." The other guy said, tormenting his friend on the sign of seeing a young, beautiful, woman like you.

He leaned in closer to his friend, "how was she?" He looked back to see Simon still standing infront of the washing machine with his hands resting on top.

"If I was there with her for another second I would've bended her over and-" There conversation were quickly interrupted by a loud banging sound. When they turned around they saw Simon with his hand on the lid of the washer, yanking his clothes and throwing them into the dryer.

"You alright there, mate?"

"Say, don't you live on the fifth floor? Do you know that beautiful doll that lives there?"

Simon turned around to fully face them. He saw the way they stood and the look on their faces. It reminded him of the men he would see when his father would take him to those weird shady places."It's non of your concern or your business where someone lives."

One of the guy who has dark brown long curly hair looked at his friend who made that comment about the elevator. He saw the way Simon stared at him. He knew those looks, afterall, he was given those looks when he didn't have the money he owed to some drug dealers. He felt his throat dried up as he took a gulp of whatever was left in his mouth. "Whatever, mate"

His friend, who still had a smug look on his face, still proud for what he said looked at him with a confused look. "The fuck do you mean 'whatever' we fucking live here. Don't we have the right to know who else lives here too?" He looked at back at Simon, who never broke his eye contact. "It's a simple bloody fucking question."

Simon turned his eyes towards the guy with the curly hair. He felt as if he was in the dark alley getting his ass beaten up for not being the right amount of money to his drug dealer. Coming home with bruises on his torso, a broken nose, a busted lip, and an ankle that could barley hold his body weight. "C'mon man, let's just leave."

He tugged the arm of his friend trying to get his attention. "Whatever, I guess. Couldn't be to fucking friendly."

Simon watched as the two guys left. He felt the nails of his finger slowing releasing from his palm, which left in marks of his fingernails from how tight he had his fist. He looked at it, sighing at how they got a reaction out of him.

'Bloody fucking hell'

Did he felt weak when two pathetic loosers made him react this way? Yes. Did he know he was feeling this way? No. Was he proud of it? Debatable. Did he feel good? I mean, he did it to protect you. A delicate soul like you shouldn't be going through this.

His mind and thought weren't coherent. His body was moving while his mind was telling to stop and go home. But like before, you could never be too careful, especially someone like you.

You heard a knock on your door. When opened it, Simon rested his head on his arm, which was resting on your doorframe. He looked up and immediately straighten himself back up. "Simon? What's up?"

You look down and saw a white, plastic, shopping bag in his hand, "I got something for you. Don't worry, it's more for your safety."

He pulled out a box that had a picture of a camera. "A camera?" You looked at him with a concerned look. Were you in danger?

"Their security cameras. Just in case. I heard there's a creep out there so I figured a camera will do for you. That way you can see if anybody tries to break in or so. I'll set it up for you."

"..uh...thank you, Simon. But are you sure it's necessary?" You honestly didn't think a camera is what you needed when you moved into your new place. However, when it comes from your neighbor who has been nothing, but helpful during your entire change of environment, you think to yourself that maybe having some cameras around won't be too bad.

"Trust me. It will help you."

"Okay then. Thank you, Simon"

"No problem, love."

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kitkaaz · 9 months

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*~ Lavender Honey ~*

*~ Chapter 2 ~*

Y/N POV

No. no no no. This can’t be happening of all people who found my hiding spot, my safe place, it was her. I couldn’t even muster words but I’m sure my face damn near showed her how I felt! She had closed the door and leaned on the tall vacant shelves, her arms crossed and giggling at me. I’m not laughing. I’m furious.

“Sheesh toots! You look pissed!” She snickered at her own words, like my anger amused her. It wasn’t amusing though, but I doubt someone like Jinx knows anything about empathy. “I am pissed! You can’t be here no one is supposed to be. This was my place to escape, MINE! And now you ruined it.” I stomped my foot down on the old sturdy wood and collected my stuff. Once again she laughed but it was quieter, more awkward. “Gosh, didn’t realize you were so possessive toots!” She smiled and leaned her head to the side against the steel rod of the shelving. I couldn’t even talk. I was too angry. I don’t even know if angry is the word. I felt like I lost something safe to me. I did.

I grabbed my bag holding it against my chest crossing my arms and gave her a meaningful push and caused her to hit her head against the shelf. She almost seemed shocked that I was actually mad. Like something sparked in her that people get upset when she does something hurtful. She didn’t speak she just watched me walk off and just stood in the door frame. I hope she enjoyed the laugh, I hope she got joy out of me being hurt. Of course she did, she’s Jinx.

Jinx’s POV.

Y/N stamped down the hallway. She was upset and I felt bad. Why do I feel bad? She’s a dork! Of everyone to feel bad why me? But I do feel bad. She liked this place and I took that away from her for my own joy. I walked into the room, it was small but yet somehow spacious. Tall shelves almost touching the ceiling and a large old glass window with a heater and windowsill large enough to sit on. Nothing on the shelves of any value but some notes with drawings and affirmations scattered the walls. I’m guessing Y/N made these, she thought no one would find this place. But I did, I hope I didn’t ruin it for her.

On the bottom shelf was a satchel. It had old velvet look with the symbol of a bee embroidered into it. I wonder if this is Y/N. Inside the bag was a letter, a book, and a jar of lavender honey.

The note read; Dear Y/N,

Enjoy high school! It is truly a memorable time. Make sure to make friends and join activities! Stand out and be social and never let anyone pick on you! No matter what there will always be someone who cares for you, like me. Don’t give up and I can’t wait to see you soon!

xoxo Wrenfri

P.S. The bees worked hard to make this delicious batch of honey and the lavender grew great I hope it tastes delicious!

I stared at the jar. It had a homemade label and was sealed covered with a purple and white cloth. I wonder if she ever opened it. Should I open it? I’m sure it has value to her. I should give it to her, to apologize. I feel bad, she seems so lonely and I made it worse for her by calling it out that she is a loner.

All I could do is sit against the heater with the honey jar and sink in the guilt. “I’ve probably made so many other people feel shitty like this. What is wrong with me! Why do I do that..” I was forced out my pity party by the sharp loud ringing of the bell. I stuffed the satchel into my bag and went to class. A class me and Y/N shared. How convenient is that, I can give it to her then.

Y/N POV

Algebra 2, another class I love. Thankfully stupid Jinx doesn’t sit next to me. She ruined everything. The one place I could feel safe in the whole world is now ruined. I was just so angry I couldn’t even pay attention. The teacher even called my name and I couldn’t hear her. Of course, Jinx has just fucked everything up in class too. “Ms. [insert last name], do you need to take a walk? You seem distracted.” The teacher asked she seemed genuine and any opportunity to get my head straight would held. “Yes ma’am.”

She dismissed me and I got up and left. I didn’t know where to go now. I didn’t want to go back to the supply closet, it wasn’t safe. So I just sat in the bathroom stall and did the worst thing you can do in school, cry. I sobbed so loudly I’m thankful no one was there. It would sound stupid to cry over a room but that is my only place to go to feel safe and now the one person I didn’t want to find me found me.

Jinx’s POV

I watched Y/N leave the room. Her arms in the pockets of her skirt and she looked almost like she would cry at any moment. Now I can go apologize. I waited a few minutes to ask to use the bathroom and she let me. Thank god I need to apologize. First place I checked was the supply closet, she wasn’t there, figures.. Second guess the bathroom, everyone goes to the bathroom to be in their feelings. I entered it quietly and could hear sobbing. I peaked under the stall and saw her shoes and the black tights she wore. Do I approach her? Wait for her to leave. No that’s weird. She’s sobbing so loudly I don’t know what to do. I did that, why is that room so special? It’s a room! But she is so upset and I did that. Impulsively I knocked on the door.

“Y/N?”

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eriexplosion · 3 months

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Moving right along to Rescue on Ryloth

Howzer's face when Rampart threatens Hera oh god, he hates this. Despises it even.

Howzer trying to talk him down as if Rampart is anything but a scumbag. He doesn't know who's responsible but he knows it wasn't Cham damn it. And of course he wants to look for Hera himself because that way he can HELP HER.

"Leave the thinking to me Captain" FUCK YOU RAMPART DO NOT TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT.

Omega trying to fix Gonky <3 And during all this apparently this is the first time she's been told he's a defective unit, it's the way that Gonky can't fulfill the one thing he's been created to do and they don't make a big deal out of it they just bring him with them because they're defective too and they love him.

Hunter last episode like 'hey Omega made a friend :)' to this episode with 'Omega's friend is instantly and immediately in mortal peril' This kind of thing always happens to them.

Children often overreact! are you using your vast experience with a wide variety of children on that assessment Tech? You weren't even aware children needed friends.

Hunter trying AGAIN to back out of doing anything and being put on blast by a 12 year old.

"The shocking attack on your beloved senator" and everyone is looking up at him like 'no actually we hate that guy.'

I love every time Hunter stops everything like a hunting dog because he Sensed something. They've never defined anything about how his senses work just he is Aware of things when necessary for the plot.

I forgot how he took down the probe droid by just fucking goomba stomping and stabbing it.

Honestly if everything were the same but Crosshair wasn't here, I think they wouldn't have tried to back out the second time. But having Crosshair there both ups the chances of them dying or of him dying, and avoiding him is the only way they know of having that not be a possibility. They don't know his chip is out yet, so as far as they know going near him will earn them another 'aim for the kid' moment. They can't reach out to him, he doesn't understand what's going on in his own head, IT HURTS OKAY.

Sign #2 that Crosshair is more himself. He put his fucking ass on Rampart's desk.

He is also tossing things

Rampart has zero patience for being talked back to and unfortunately unchipped Crosshair is incapable of not talking back, especially about his squad.

I'm obsessed with the fucking wet cat face that he makes when he first looks at Howzer before he remembers that he's SUPPOSED to have a bitch reputation to upkeep and switches it to a glare.

"I don't need a lecture Chop" what is he saying Hera is he telling you to commit murders about it?

Hera absolutely SHOOK that the batch are Omega's brothers.

The scene with Howzer and Cham & Eleni hurts my feelings okay, we trusted you Howzer. Please he wants to help, he wants to help so bad.

Honestly though I'm obsessed that Chopper has been with Hera for so long because like her parents met the murder droid that craves blood and violence and went 'yeah this is a good friend for our daughter'

GIRLS ENTERING THEIR SHUTTLE THEFT ERA

"WAIT WHAT SHUTTLE-"

Tech is experiencing every form of Heart Attack at once here

"Yes your dangerous and uncontrolled maneuvering is as confusing to them as it is to us" this is one of my favorite lines he's SO tired.

Howzer gets to me every time, he wants to get through to his squad he refuses to abandon them, even if it kills him. And let me tell you on the first watch through I was SOOOOO SURE HE WAS GOING TO GET KILLED. But of course we get our big sign that Crosshair is Different than last time with the arrest order. I NEED to see theses two interact again damn it, it would be very reasonable for Howzer to be Pissed at him given the whole arrest thing but he doesn't know how big a deal it is that he was not sniped here instead.

Saddest little face

"If a war is coming, it will be their fight as much as ours." Another reason I think they won't be retiring at the end is that I think there is going to be a bittersweet aspect to the fact that, despite everything, I don't think they're going to be able to give Omega the childhood that Hunter especially desperately wants to give her. They can change how they think of themselves, they can change what they do, but they can't change the fact that war is coming and no matter how hard they try to keep her away from it, there won't be anywhere to run after a while.

"If only they were fighting for us instead of against us."

Honestly love that this is the biggest motivator behind Crosshair wanting them to join the Empire isn't this specifically, they're in danger for going against the Empire but IF ONLY THEY WERE FIGHTING FOR THE EMPIRE. No more danger!

Never caught this before but it looks like he smiles slightly at the end there but it's so damn quick it's hard to tell. Finally Crosshair has an idea! (it's not a great one but it IS an idea.)

#the bad batch rewatch

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stardusthuntress · 1 year

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What Does Beauty Look Like?

Sergeant Hunter x female!reader (if you want a gender neutral version, just say something and I’ll make a second version of this or any of my pieces!)

Word Count: ~3.5K

TW: jealousy, body dysmorphia (reader’s feelings), so kinda angsty; no use of y/n; maybe a touch of exhibitionism, if ya squint; sorta getting smutty again, so 18+ only! I think that's it, but lemme know if I missed anything (not beta'd)!

Summary: Hunter’s love is struggling to feel pretty, so he takes it upon himself to make sure she knows how attractive she is to him. His brothers make a point to do the same (Hunter and reader are clearly a thing, but if you wanna read this as though it's poly you can do that too, I tried to leave it a little open-ended so that that would be up to you as the reader! If you have a problem with that then, move along, move along)

EDIT: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE DRIODS GUYS!!! They're a part of this family too! I fixed it! AZI and Gonky are now in the story! And I had forgotten to translate all the Mando'a terms, sorry! dictionary is at the top, but below the cut now! And fixed a few typos I spotted along the way too.

A/N: You guys! I just cranked out another fic! Idk why I can only really do them in one sitting lately, but hey, it's not a bad rhythm! And I tend to write the stuff I need to read, so I hope this resonates with others out there too! And I NEEDED to get started on Hunter-focused fics, so here's my first one for you guys!

Fun fact: the dumb question Tech gets asked is a legitimate question I was asked by an adult while in college. You know what they say, never piss off a writer or they will immortalize your idiocy for all eternity 🤪 everyone has bad moments and I still hope that question was just someone forgetting to think it through before opening their mouth, but every now and again it still haunts me that it was not a child that asked me that question. So now it can haunt you too! Hehe!

Mando'a: Ad'ika = little one (a name for one's children; literally ad = "son/daughter" mando'a is gender neutral, and "ika" = little) Mesh'la = Beautiful Sarad = flower

Hunter-specific dividers by @djarrex

For several months now, the Bad Batch has been more than a band of nearly-identical brothers and their little sister. Ever since the day Hunter fell in love and found the courage to ask the woman he fell for if she would join them on their adventures, with his family’s blessing of course, it went from 6 to 7.

One night, they find themselves eating dinner in a tavern while several very attractive people make every effort to catch the eyes of the men.

Hunter has no interest in the new people, even though they are clearly interested in him. He only has eyes for one woman, his lover. He and Omega head back to the ship, having barely even met the new strangers the rest of his men are so interested in before noticing Omega was getting tired. He brought her back to the ship, alone, and now tracks their comms from the ship to make sure the others are all safe. As he watches, one of the dots on his screen departs the group and heads for a lake not far away. It’s hers, his lover’s.

He checks on Omega one last time, nodding to AZI, before heading out and closing up the ship behind him. Tech will be along soon to keep an eye on her. Not that Tech isn’t interested in a partner, but Hunter knows Tech isn’t usually the type for one night stands. Which is rather handy for Hunter in situations like this, when he needs one more adult to keep an eye on the kid (AZI was helpful, but not trained for defense if need be) when he wants to spend a little alone time with his partner.

He catches up with her and can tell by her body language that she needs him. She’s sitting on a rock, hugging her knees, chin tucked on top, eyes closed. As he watches, she shifts, sighing, clearly trying to hold it in, looking up at the sky above her. Pain sits in her eyes, but he knows this is not physical pain, but internal pain.

He sits down behind her, one knee on either side of her, and wraps his body around her, pulling her into his chest. But where she would normally smile and lean back into him, she barely reacts at all.

“My strong, brilliant, gorgeous woman” he whispers in her ear. She turns her head a fraction, acknowledging his presence and words. He knows how to get her attention when she’s down. He also knows of her body dysmorphia. The whole team does. She only told Hunter, but Crosshair and Echo figured it out pretty quick, confirmed the symptoms and her body language with Tech, and asked Hunter about it. She doesn’t know they know about it though. He made them promise never to say anything about it, he knows she didn’t even want him to figure it out, but he wasn’t about the let the woman he loves suffer through it alone.

“Talk to me, Love,” he whispers in her ear “what’s up?”

She sighs. She couldn’t hide anything from Hunter even if she tried. “They say it’s not about whether or not a woman is pretty. But as soon as someone who IS pretty shows up, it’s like they forget I even exist, and all the things they said to me about it just evaporate into thin air.”

“I think they just want what we have,” Hunter counters.

“Still doesn't change the fact that I’m NOT one of the lucky ones who gets to be pretty. You deserve someone who at least matches you, Hunter. Couldn’t you feel the glances at us, the way those women clearly could tell you deserve more than what I can give you?”

“They are shallow and just looking for a quick lay, you know I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Pretty sure any of them would have agreed to date you without hesitation, Hunter”

“Doesn’t mean they have what I need in a partner” he nuzzles into her shoulder “You know what I like. I like a woman who’s good with kids, who can hold her own both in combat and in conversation with my brothers - I know my family is a lot. I like a woman who is independent and self sufficient even before she joins my squad. I like a woman with a brilliant mind who uses it to protect others. None of them had that.”

“Must have been at least one with a mind in there to entertain Tech.”

“Na, he usually just rambles to see if one of them will listen. But it’s not like any of them can keep up with him anyways, and he knows that. He’s not really interested in them, just is bored and has someone new to listen to him. Wouldn’t be surprised if he comes looking for us soon enough.”

“What about the others?” She’s not convinced.

“Well, Crosshair and Wrecker just like the attention and don’t mind a quick lay. Echo needs a quick lay to prove to him he’s still got it. The guys are only interested in them because they are just temporary. If they really wanted a woman to stick around they wouldn’t go for one that made you feel uncomfortable, they each know the pain of that feeling themselves and they adore you and would hate knowing their actions made you feel that way.”

“I’m still not attractive, Hunter.”

Hunter looks at her, astonished that she’s still not aware of the effect she has on him “I suppose, you think that because you can’t see the way your eyes sparkle when you’ve found a new challenge you want to take on. You can’t see the way your laughter lights up your whole body. You can’t see how beautiful you look when you’re concentrating on something, like when you’re reading a book and your mind is in a different universe. You can’t see how you glow when you get a chance to be a mother to Omega, especially when she falls asleep curled into you. You can’t see how beautiful it is when you’re so focused on doing something right that you bite those luscious lips of yours. Nor how good your ass looks when you bend over while working on the ship with us. And you have no idea what all of that does to me. I guess I usually steal glances at you when you’re doing little things. And I don’t know why I try to sneak glances when you aren’t looking. Maybe next time I should let my gaze wander long enough that you know when I’m checking you out.”

He plants a long kiss on her ear, and his hands begin to wander. Rubbing every inch of her within his reach. Her chest, her arms, her legs, her shoulders. Anything that holds her close to him. His mouth begins to wander too. It moves from her ear, where it’s been during their conversation, to trail kisses down her neck, which become open-mouthed as they reach her shoulders, sucking passionately.

She opens to him. Head falling back onto his shoulder, breathing heavy, whispering his name to the heavens like a prayer. Feeling his member harden behind her at the use of his name.

“I know what you need, Love.” He whispers back. “Let me take care of you tonight. Let me lay all my love on you, be it sexual or not. Let me love you like no man ever has. I know it will take time for this to heal, and that I cannot fix it for you, but let my love help you see that you are attractive, not just in mind and soul, but also in body. Let me show you how gorgeous you are to me, every inch of you. And I swear I will never hide another glance at your body from you. I love all of you, and I need you to feel that.”

“Oh, Hunter!” She mueled as he continued caressing her body.

He could hear the tears in her eyes with every noise she made as she gave in to his touch.

“I’m here, Gorgeous” his gravelly voice sending shivers down her spine, knowing that it was her he was describing that way, and that he genuinely meant it.

Without letting go, he maneuvers around her and scoops her up, bridal style.

“Let’s find a spot that’s softer to lay you out on, my Love.”

He carries her to a bed of moss and lays her down gently. Then with a smirk, he dives in for a passionate kiss, covering her body with his own, and letting his body weight act like her personal weighted blanket.

When her hands begin to try to reciprocate and make him feel good too, he takes her hands in his - not her wrists, he wants this to be gentle and sensual, not dominating - and holds them above her head.

“Not tonight, my Love. Tonight I need to make you feel good. Just let me hear you, you know what your voice does to me.”

Tech has detached himself from the group and is looking for his Seargent and favorite conversationalist. Tracking Hunter’s comm signal, he follows it to a quiet spot by a lake, hidden by trees and covered in soft mosses. At first he finds it odd that they are so far from the ship when Omega is still on the ship, until a noise makes its way to him as he approaches. A noise like a whimper puts him on high alert, and he ducks out of view behind a tree, listening closely. But the second sound that reaches him puts him at ease. It’s her voice, moaning Hunter’s name. Still hidden behind the tree, he relaxes, and smiles to himself.

“Good” he whispers, mostly to himself, “bed her well Brother. Give her a night she won’t soon forget, as rare a gem as she. She needs to know how much she means to us. Make sure she feels it, Brother.”

He quietly departs, not wanting his presence to ruin the moment for them.

Hunter, still covering the woman he loves in kisses, surfaces for a moment, and glances through the trees. He looks back down at the woman beneath him and finds her eyes, enjoying getting lost in them for a moment. She’s getting her glow back, but Hunter is far from done. And now he doesn’t have to worry about how long they have been out here, now that someone is back at the ship with Omega.

The next morning, camped in the sunlight on a new planet, the team begins to wake up. Most still groggy, they reaching for extra caf. Hunter, still spooning his love, wakes to the sight of the love of his life curled around little Omega, both still sleeping soundly. But Tech took watch all night that night, as he usually prefers to do on nights like this (something about no one else being sober nor focused enough after a night of ‘wild abandon’ as he called it, to actually keep watch), and someone needs to relieve him. So he plants a long kiss on her temple, enjoying how she stirs a little beneath him, but doesn’t wake up.

“Sleep, Mesh’la, I need to give Tech a break.”

He tucks his girls in and heads to the cockpit.

Tech looks up when he enters, and gives him a knowing smirk.

“I think she’s starting to feel it” Hunter’s voice is a little extra gravelly with sleep.

Tech’s eyebrows raise in question.

Hunter smirks in return. “How rare a gem she is, and how much she means to us,” quoting Tech from the night before.

“Ah, so you were aware of my presence. It was not my goal to disturb you.”

Hunter lets a laugh surface for a moment “I kinda hoped you would hear it when you came looking for us. I knew you would look for us. She needs the encouragement of knowing when you lot seek her company.” He glances back over his shoulder to where she and Omega continued to sleep peacefully, “When she wakes up, don’t hide your appreciation for her, make sure she knows how much she means to all of us. Yeah?”

Tech smiles, and nods.

“But as far as she’s concerned, you didn’t hear it from me. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t hear us last night” he winks at his brother.

Tech’s smile widens, and he nods.

When she does wake, she finds the men and Omega enjoying the fresh air and sights of the beautiful new planet Tech brought them to during the night.

Hunter’s legs are stretched out along the side of the entire ramp as he leans back against the door frame, eyes closed. Tech sits on the other side of the ramp and a bit farther down, a project in hand, spilling onto Gonky, who sat at Tech's side next to the ramp.

She snuggles up to Hunter, sitting between him and Tech. Hunter wraps an arm around her in return, checking her eyes to make sure her glow is returning, and smiling brightly back at her when he finds it.

“Good morning, Love” he kisses her hair, and she leans into him with a relaxing sigh.

Tech exchanges another knowing glance with him.

“How was your night, Tech?” She asks, still holding on tightly to Hunter. He can tell she’s trying not to brace for a story about another woman, and an endless description of how pretty she was.

“Fine,” Tech responds, matter-of-factly, “finally got a chance to finish a few projects I’ve been working on for far too long.”

Something about the way he doesn’t even mention the women that were chatting them up the night before, almost as if he’s forgotten them already (he has), makes her feel a little better.

Hunter can feel her relaxing against him. He smiles.

“And you? It sounded like you two had a good night last night.” Tech’s attention is still on his project, and he acts as though he did not just say he caught them making love the night before.

“Uh,” she glances at Hunter, and finds a mischievous look awaiting her there. So he had known Tech overheard. She blushed. “Yeah.” Her eyes trailed to the ground, she didn’t mind that he had heard, but she wasn’t exactly expecting him to bring it up so nonchalantly either. “And you?” She tossed the question back at him, not exactly sure what else to do.

“They, were not my type,” he answered, simply. “One of them asked how water gets back up to the top of a river, because they thought they were essentially circular by nature. I left shortly thereafter. However, you should ask the other three that question, as each of them attempted to sneak into the ship very early this morning. None of them successfully snuck into the ship, but since they did not wake you, Hunter, nor Omega, I suppose they did not entirely fail, either. But I thought you would all appreciate waking up in a place like this instead of stuck amidst the stink of that city.”

She and Hunter laughed at his story.

“Much appreciated, it is beautiful here. All in all, not a bad night though, despite the shallowness of the company?” Hunter asked.

“Affirmative. It was nice to finally finish up a few projects. Speaking of, I believe that completes one more.” Tech seems to be done fiddling with the project in his lap and holds it out to her, “the reading light you wanted.”

She looks at it, surprise etched onto her face, and then her eyes move to Tech as though she’s missing something.

“Crosshair saw you eyeing one at that book stall a few planets ago,” Tech explains.

She looked over to where Crosshair sat, alone, but not far away, and caught him watching her out of the corner of his eye. He nodded at her, confirming Tech’s story.

“It took me a while longer than I liked to acquire all the parts and complete it for you. Echo helped discreetly acquire the pieces and keep my designs for it out of sight so that it would be a surprise for you. I know you’ve probably already finished the books you bought that day, but for the next time we find you some new books.”

She takes it and turns it on, examining it, a smile on her face.

“I made sure to make it not too bright so it won’t wake Hunter if you want to read at night, but not dim enough to strain your eyes,” he supplies, always ready with more info.

“Thank you, Tech. I didn’t realize anyone had noticed that, let alone cared enough to make one for me. You have so many projects you’re working on already, you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I wanted to do this for you. You mean a great deal to all of us, not just because Hunter loves you. As you know, we do not let just anyone stay with us. This is my way of saying thank you for all the little things you do for us. Do not think we do not notice them.”

Her eyes are glossy as she leans over to hug him “thank you, Tech. You’ve no idea how much this means to me.” Tech reciprocates the hug, and Hunter smiles at him from behind her, nodding at his brother.

She leans back into Hunter, resting her head on his shoulder, clutching her new reading light to her chest.

Hunter pulls her close, and whispers in her ear “See? You mean the galaxy to all of us.”

“How do I know you didn’t set that up just to make me feel better?” She giggles, but her voice is quiet, not wanting the others to hear.

“Then trust me that he did not ‘set it up’, I have been working on it since we visited that bookshop and left early last night to finish it and a few other projects when I found myself quite bored,” Tech piped up.

“Sorry, Tech. I didn’t mean—”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It meant a lot to me to have someone with us who also appreciates books and knowledge as much as I do. Making something as simple and small as a reading light is the least I could do in return.”

She reaches out and takes Tech’s hand, squeezing it for a moment as a way to say thank you. Tech squeezes back for a moment, then picks up the next project that had been sitting atop Gonky.

Hunter is beaming with pride for his little family.

Omega bounces up to them, her cheeks pink from frolicking in the great outdoors since she woke up.

“Good morning!” She smiles brightly up at Hunter and his partner, throwing herself into their arms.

“Good morning, Ad’ika [little one],” Hunter laughs, hugging both his girls tightly, and making them laugh too.

“Tech! Look what I found! What kind of flowers are they?” Omega holds out a bouquet of a wide variety of flowers, and Tech begins to tell her all about the different species and why they are different colors and shapes.

Wrecker approaches, brushing off the grass acquired from following his little sister through the meadow and helping her pick one of every type of flower they could find. He pauses, picking two more flowers on his way over.

“Mornin’!” He practically shouts as he arrives at the ramp to the ship. And then he leans forward and sticks one flower he just picked behind the ear of the girl, and one behind the ear of the woman at Hunter’s side. Beaming at the young girl and the woman, he wordlessly plops himself down in the grass at the foot of the ramp to listen to Tech rambling about the flowers in Omega’s hands.

“A flower as beautiful as you, Sarad [flower]” Echo approaches from behind, holding a steaming mug of caf, and looking at the woman in Hunter’s arms. She smiles as Echo leans against the doorway behind Tech.

“Aww, thanks, Echo.”

He winks at her, and nods at Hunter.

She cuddles her way into Hunter, who’s hand now rubs her back. He’s still smiling broadly, eyes full of love as he watches her.

Crosshair nods his approval from his spot nearby, giving her one of his rare smiles, as he plucks a toothpick from one of the pockets on his belt.

Maybe Hunter had been right. Not that she didn’t trust him, she just had trouble believing it when someone told her she was pretty. After a lifetime of what seemed like evidence to the contrary, it was nice to start a little collection of evidence beginning to prove that that notion may have been jaded by her own self-doubt.

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 10: Wrong

Original Character x The Bad Batch

Summary: Jaine finds unexpected new relationships blossoming with a few members of the Bad Batch.

Warnings: discussion of trust issues, idiots starting to fall in love, depictions of small amounts of anxiety

Author’s Note: omg I can’t believe y’all are still reading this, 10 episodes in! Thank you all so much for your continued support! I love y’all so much 🥹💛 anyway here we are again with The Boys™! Yeah anyone remember how I said this might turn into a poly!batch fic? Yeah so that’s like for sure happening now. What can I say, I do what the muse tells me to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ There will be absolutely NO clonecest. Gross. anywho, enjoy!

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“‘Qoljak’?” Crosshair asked. “That’s where you’re from?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if even Tech didn’t know it existed. It was gone before you guys were even made,” Jaine shrugged sadly.

“How did you escape?”

“It’s fuzzy, it was so many years ago and I think my brain’s blocked a lot out.”

Crosshair sat in silence, taking it all in and watching as Jaine chucked a small rock into the pond. As far as he could tell, she didn’t trust anyone with this- her non-answer to his last question being evidence enough. Would it violate that surprising trust to tell his brothers? Would she hate him if he did? Did they even really need to know?

“Are you…going to tell the others?” he asked slowly, trying to gauge her reaction.

“I don’t know, I’m still pissed at them,” she huffed. “Maybe I’ll tell everyone except for Tech.”

Despite the bitterness of her expression, Crosshair laughed. “That’ll piss him off so bad.”

Jaine, having never really seen this side of Crosshair, grinned just a little even though she was still upset. “Gods, can you even imagine Wrecker trying to keep a secret?”

“He’s terrible at it,” Crosshair agreed.

The pair fell back into silence, less awkwardly now. Jaine threw a few more rocks at the pond, watching the ripples coming from each collision.

“Do you think I should tell them?” she asked quietly.

Crosshair seemed to consider this for a moment, pausing to throw his own rock, sinking it into the direct middle of the pond. “Eh, fuck ‘em. You tell them if you want to.”

Jaine’s shoulders released a tension she didn’t know they’d been holding. She swore she could feel the mood shift, but she must be tired. Still, slowly laid her head against his pauldron, eyes fluttering closed. “Thanks, Cross,” she whispered.

Internally, Crosshair was in full panic mode. She was laying on his shoulder. She trusts him with one of her secrets and to rest against him. He swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Could she hear it? Get your shit together, he scolded himself. What’s wrong with you?

Crosshair didn’t move, listening intently to her breathing becoming steadier and steadier until he was certain she’d fallen asleep.

The sun was going down. It was soon going to be dark and the air would chill. They should head back to the Marauder.

“Jaine?” he whispered, tapping her leg lightly. She made no response, physical nor verbal, so he shifted ever so slightly where he sat. Still nothing.

“C’mon, cyar’ika, we need to get back,” he mumbled. When she still didn’t respond, he heaved a sigh, slipping one arm around her back and one behind her knees, moving to stand up.

He carried her through the forest she’s torn through before, careful not to jostle her too much or make too much noise.

Hunter heard Crosshair coming, nervousness still not at ease, he nearly sprinted to the door of the ship, scanning the tree line for his brother.

It was so quiet, even to Hunter, that he almost missed it, but as Crosshair’s form broke from the trees, he gave a small shushing sound. Hunter’s pulse started to race as he saw his brother carrying Jaine’s limp form in his arms.

He raced to his brother’s side, where he was simply shushed again. Crosshair seemed to be in no hurry as he brought Jaine aboard, carrying her into the tiny medbay where her small cot had been set up in the corner. He placed her gently into the bedding, pulling the blanket over her, before turning back to see the rest of the batch waiting for him at the door.

“What happened?” Hunter asked, calmly, taking a seat at the small table in the galley.

“Nothing,” Crosshair shrugged.

“Did Jaine tell you her planet of origin?” Tech piped up.

Crosshair didn’t respond, opting to instead place a toothpick between his jaws.

“Crosshair?” Tech prompted.

“Why do you care so much?”

Tech flustered a little. “If she has been withholding vital information about her identity, she could be hiding much more.”

“How many times has she saved your ass in the field?” Crosshair retorted, pointing his toothpick for emphasis.

“I fail to see how that’s relevant.”

“You’re telling me that she hasn’t proved herself enough to you to earn the benefit of the doubt? Not to any of you?” Crosshair looked around the group. He was growing more and more irritated, but refused to raise his voice, worried he would wake Jaine.

The batch exchanged a few guilty looks with each other.

“What if she’s from a separatist planet?” Wrecker asked, looking like a kicked tooka.

Crosshair’s heart was hammering and he could feel the heat rising up his neck. He knew Hunter could tell, but he didn’t care. Why were they attacking her? Why couldn’t they understand?

“Crosshair,” Hunter started, his brow furrowed in conflict. “If you know something-”

“I know you all are forgetting how many times in only two months she’s saved our asses, I know you’re all paranoid, and I know that I trust her,” Crosshair spat, turning on his heel to walk back to the medbay.

“Cross,” Hunter called after him, receiving only a rude hand sign thrown over his brother’s shoulder.

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Jaine felt groggy. A small feeling- an instinct- prickled at the back of her mind. She jolted up in her bed, quickly scanning the dark room.

“Relax,” Crosshair spoke from his chair at the desk.

“Crosshair?” she hummed.

“Who else would it be?” Crosshair snarked and Jaine could practically hear his smirk.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes and turning on the small lamp near her bunk.

“You…asked me to stay,” he frowned, squinting at the sudden change of light. “When I came to check on you?”

Jaine searched her brain. She had run off, Crosshair came and found her and then she- oh, gods.

Jaine felt her face become bright red, cursing herself for turning on the light.

“Tell me more about your home,” Crosshair blurted out, surprising both of them. He coughed a little, looking intently anywhere but her. “If you want, you don’t have to, but I want to know more…about you.”

Jaine watched on as the typically stoic sniper’s face fell red, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Oh, um, what do you want to know?” she inquired. “I was just a kid when it fell.”

“Right, sorry, you don’t have to- I mean, I’ll just-” Crosshair stammered, jumping up from his seat, and making his way out of the room. “Goodnight, Jaine.”

“Goodnight,” Jaine replied after he had left the room.

Tech paced anxiously outside of the medbay. The others had long since gone to bed,and he had tried, but he simply couldn’t sleep.

Crosshair trusted her. Crosshair, his most standoffish brother, the one who was the most skeptical about everything, trusted her.

Unlikely as he might have felt it was, Tech felt he may have misjudged her character. He felt like a fool. Crosshair was right, Jaine had given no reason for his mistrust, even going beyond that he could see now that she obviously cared deeply for all of them. He slowly came to the realization that he felt like a fool because he was a fool.

It was difficult for him to admit that someone else was correct or that he didn’t know something, and to be fair, it wasn’t a problem that occurred often, yet here he was, pacing outside of her door, searching for a way to confess that he had acted out of paranoia and fear and that, while he had given her no reason to, he hoped she could forgive him.

He was deeply lost in thought, so much so that when Jaine’s door slid open, it startled him.

“Tech? What are you doing up at this hour?” she asked sleepily. “Are you okay?”

Against his will, Tech’s eyes raked over her form. Dressed in a short pair of sleep shorts and one of Wrecker’s torn black tops, her hair was mussed just a little, and not pulled up in the small tuft it usually was. She blinked at him, eyebrows drawn in concern, and Tech realized he had been just staring at her for several moments, fascinated with her beauty in the late hours of the night.

“Tech?” she asked again, stepping closer to him. “You don’t look well; why don’t you come in and let me have a look at you?”

Tech blinked at her as though she were speaking a language he didn’t understand, but slowly nodded.

“Here, have a seat,” she said, pulling him by the arm towards the exam table.

He watched as she worked silently in the dim lamp light of the medbay.

She came over with a scanner, quickly reading his vital signs. She hummed a little at the results before returning the scanner to its place in a drawer.

“Pulse is a little high,” she informed him. “Did you get into the caf to stay up working again? When was the last time you got any sleep?”

Tech’s brows pulled together, his brain working frustratingly slow. Caf? No, he hadn’t had any today. Or since the last time she looked him over- when she’d asked him to cut down on his usual 5 cups and get some actual rest.

He shook his head a little, still not finding the ability to speak. He was worried that if he did, everything could come spilling out. The admission that he was wrong was something that made him feel quite vulnerable, and he was worried what else could come out of his mouth without his permission.

She smiled a little at the man before her, trying not to show her confusion over his lack of speech, but went to work, taking down her mortar and pestle as well as several ingredients from the cabinets. She could hear his heel tapping lightly against the floor as his knee bounced behind her.

“This is dried valerian root,” she explained softly. “I’m going to mix it together with passion flower and chamomile leaves to make you some tea to help you sleep.”

He watched her adding ingredients, grinding them together, smelling the mixture to add more as needed. She hummed a similar tune to the one she had when she had calmed Hunter’s migraine. He found this to be somewhat entrancing. The way her voice lilted softly and the way her body moved so comfortably, so fluidly, as she worked in the middle of the night, just to help him. She was doing this in spite of how he had treated her.

Jaine poured the tea mixture into a small electric kettle, filling it with water and turning it on.

“You seem tense,” she breathed, leaning against the counter as she waited for the tea to brew. She watched him carefully as his eyes shot up to her face from the floor.

“Why are you being so kind to me?” he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat ever so slightly.

Her head tilted a little as a small smile played at her lips. “You seemed like you were trying to ask for my help, so I’m providing it.”

He sat there for a long time, taking in the simplicity of her answer as she poured the tea into a mug, stirring in a small amount of honey.

“I think I know what’s going on in that brain of yours,” she said, handing him the mug. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Tech accepted the tea with a nod, blowing softly over the top of it.

“It’s okay,” she began, sitting next to him. “I don't blame you for not trusting me. With the war, it’s hard to trust new people. I get the same way. I only trusted you all so easily because Cody and Rex recommended this squad so highly.”

Tech sipped at the tea, enjoying the sweet woodsy-floral taste as his mind wandered back to the day before they had met Jaine. Cody’s cool demeanor and barely veiled threats about treating her well. He’d done a great job of that.

“And my childhood- well, let’s just say I have some problems when it comes to trusting people I don’t know,” she smiled lightly.

He nodded a little, he could feel the effects of the tea started to calm his ever-fraying nerves and relax his busy mind.

“I’m sorry I got so upset,” she said, the corners of her mouth pulling downward. “I feel so close to all of you that to walk into a conversation that was about myself, it threw me off. Talking with Crosshair helped, but I was mostly just worried that I’d upset you by not answering your questions.”

She looked back up at him, placing a light hand on his knee. “You gave me the opportunity to talk to you and I dismissed it out of hand. That was horrible of me, and I promise that going forward, I’ll make an effort to communicate more effectively with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

The question broke free from his slowly relaxing mind and flew out of his mouth. Jaine’s eyes were wide as she scanned his face.

“Ap-apologies,” Tech stammered, nearly jumping up from his seat and away from her. “I believe the concoction you’ve given me has lowered my typical level of brain activity, causing me to say something inappropriate.”

“Tech, it’s-”

“Thank you for your assistance with my restlessness. I will take my leave. Good evening, Lieutenant,” Tech spoke rapidly, turning sharply on his heel and making his way from the medbay, cursing himself the whole way to his bunk.

Jaine was left to sit there, staring at the door through which he’d left so abruptly, jaw opening and closing slightly as though she were going to speak, though nothing came.

She drank the remaining tea and fell into a deep slumber.

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TBB Ep 10 Thoughts

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

Today on The Bad Batch, child slavery!

Let's get into it.

The way Wrecker stares at the part that fell off the speeder for a second and then falls back. 🤣

The timing of that cracked me up.

They're gonna try and fit all 4 of them on one speeder???

GONKY IS HOW THEY FIND THE MARAUDER?!

Omega being a smart bean. 🥰

Honestly, the amount of Gonky in this episode makes me so happy!!!

Excuse me, but Mokko is not the metal-handed guy that I wanted to see.

ALL OF THEM BALANCED ON THE SPEEDER HAHAHAHA

"That's our defective power droid"

Fuck yeah it is!

Don't mess with Gonky. The dads will come after you. 😠

Wrecker activated Intimidation Mode ™️

Okay, yeah, cool, we're all just gonna abseil down a chimney, sure.

That seems totally safe. 😐

"Plenty of time". Omega's so one of them omg. 😭 She's grown so much. 🥲

That brief slow-mo when Hunter falls forward. 😍

Than animation this season is so good!!!

Ngl, them all sticking their faces over the chimney stresses me out.

Smooth take-down from Hunter, there!

Mokko is a dick. 😡

I'VE JUST REALISED THAT THIS IS WHAT JENNIFER'S CRYPTIC TWEET WAS

Omega's head poking out from the oversized coat! 🤣🥰

Bitch, you did not just press that button. YOU DID NOT JUST PRESS THAT BUTTON!

Omega giving Benni her ration even though The Batch don't have much food. 😭

Wrecker hanging upside from the ship is one of my new favourite things.

Okay, I understand why Benni did what he did. I'm still pissed though. 😤

All the stuff about kids not being able to just be kids in this galaxy is so sad. 😭

Sorry, did Mokko really expect his "let's make the Batch work in the mines for a decade" plan was gonna work???

Although, he does say something about if they survive that long, so best bet is he was just gonna leave them to die.

Like I said. He's a dick.

ALSO THREATENING TO THROW OMEGA OF THE PLATFORM?! HOW DARE YOU SIR!

He's actually lying to the kids and keeping the ipsium for himself? How surprising (note strong sarcasm).🤨

OMEGA THROWING HERSELF OFF WITH THE DROID BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HUNTER WILL CATCH HER 😭

That scene might be my favourite of the episode. Especially with the altered Bad Batch theme over the top.

Ngl, the fight with Mokko was underwhelming.

The guy literally fell over a railing by himself. 😭

Although he was also a pathetic dickhead so a pathetic end is kind of what he deserves.

WRECKER HUGGING GONKY!!! 🥰

Even though they were all in competition with one another, when it comes down to it, the kids actually do all care about each other. That's sweet.

Wrecker is reunited with Lula! 🥲

TECH AND OMEGA THIS SEASON ARE GIVING ME SO MANY FEELS!!!

Was hoping the Echo and Crosshair convo would carry on this episode but oh well.

Also, we never saw Tech and Wrecker apologise to each other. 🥲

Overall feeling about this episode is that I think it might be one of my least favourites of the season. I didn't dislike it but with how good the others have been, this episode didn't stand out a whole lot to me.

There were specific moments that I absolutely love though! Wholesome Batch moments just hit me right in the feels. 🥲

And Wrecker's "I'm working on it" reminded me of Echo in Season 1. 😭 I still miss that man.

Weirdly, I don't feel like I have much to say about this episode right now. There's some more stuff delving into the idea of kids not being able to just be kids in this galaxy, so I'm happy they're continuing on that narrative. I maybe would've liked to have seen a little bit more from the other miners? I don't know.

Normally when I watch an episode, one or two particular things sticks out to me as something I want to talk about more but I didn't really get that much from this episode. Think I may just have to sit on it for a few days and see what comes to mind.

Still liked the episode, but I definitely think that the first half of this two-parter was much stronger. Very excited to see what Metamorphosis is going to be about though! My hope is to see Echo and Rex again, but that's more wishful thinking than me believing it's actually going to happen. 😅

Edit: This was supposedly a breather episode, so that may explain why it fell a little flat for me. I think I got really hooked up in the more high-stakes episodes and that swayed my judgement on this one. 🤔

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We need the full lashings against the margarita show

Honestly, I don't have much new to say except that it's actually such a bummer to see a book I love this much be turned into not only a bad adaptation, but a bad show. If it made a lot of changes but was well-written and created, I'd get over it. One example of an adaptation of a book I enjoyed that was a bad adaptation but a good movie is A Simple Favor--it's really not all that much like the book and has a totally different ending, but tbh? The stylistic choices made it better. This can be done. Interview with the Vampire (the show) changed a lot of things about the source material--the time period, Louis and Claudia's race and origins, a lot about Daniel, the explicit sexuality and romance of Louis and Lestat's relationship--but it honestly, for the most part, elevated the story.

But this is like... legitimately a super weak show. I've actually never experienced this before lol. Most of the books I truly love love love don't get turned into shows or movies, and those that have I'm usually pretty happy with. This is new for me!

(Also, wasn't Nicky an Italian prince in the book? This is such a non-issue, but I feel like random Italian royalty~ is way more believable than random Irish royalty. For fuck's sake, a Borghese "prince" was on THE BACHELOR. Beverly d'Angelo was married to an Italian prince. They're not that hard to find. WHERE ARE THESE IRISH PRINCES??)

Special callouts for the latest batch include:

--the "I don't regret that dress", an objectively cool, punchy line that absolutely sums up Daisy's character--a woman who's lived hard and wild and is aware that she's messy and feels bad about some things but also objectively enjoys certain aspects of living hard and perhaps misses them--getting flipped into "I don't regret that day". LOL. WHAT WAS THE REASON. That's what I don't get about so many adaptational choices. There's no fucking reason. No reason at all. It really feels, sometimes, that they want Daisy to be more approachable and everygirl when the point of her appeal is that she isn't approachable and everygirl. You aren't supposed to identify with Daisy; you're supposed to admire her, want to be her, and then realize that there is a catch to being as cool as Daisy. You also have to commit to being as fucked as she is.

--Simone's queer disco queen subplot was legitimately one of the most interesting things the show has given (the song was one of the better ones too, even if the lyrics were... still rough....) but ultimately, she still exists to go save Daisy and that sucks. Honestly surprised the show didn't replace Simone going there with more DaisyBilly fanservice. There's a lot the show sort of skirted around about Simone wanting to be successful as easily as Daisy, a privileged white woman, could be; how much she wanted to be open with her own truly committed lesbian relationship the way Daisy could be about her fly by night straight marriage. But rather than delving deep, we have Daisy literally going "IT'S LIKE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME OR SOMETHING" a la Regina George.

And if Daisy had been sympathetic versus obnoxious up until this moment, if we'd had real investment in that friendship, I think it could've read as a slap in the face. Like "oh wow, this woman who seems cool and chill and impossibly chic is actually a fucking messy drug addict who, like many addicts, says ridiculously gross, fucked up shit in a moment, she is cool and she is chic and she is talented but she has a serious ugly side", which is something I think... Let's give an example. A Star Is Born (2019)! Did well. Yeah, you could make jokes about Jackson Maine pissing his pants, but to ME, the moment that rang as "oh this is ugly, even though he's been so lovely otherwise" is when he, while shitfaced and jealous, calls his wife, who he knows is insecure about her looks, ugly to her face. While she's naked in front of him. That scene, after you watch how loving and tender he is, even while fucked up, reads as a harsh slap. It's very realistic, if you've been around people who are otherwise loving and amazing, who struggle with addiction. They do that shit. It hurts. It doesn't necessarily invalidate who they are when they're in better places; which makes it hurt more.

Daisy has been so fucking obnoxious when she's... Sober? High but reading sober because the show hasn't gone in on how much of an addict Daisy is and their version of "functional heavy drug user" is "basically sober, maybe a little stoned"? That this moment just read as more of Daisy being obnoxious. Plus, a lot of this agency is taken from Daisy's hands, and we're told that Nicky is manipulating her. The thing is that Nicky was a total symptom in the book--he was a symptom of Daisy's addiction issues, her mental health problems, and her damage with Billy. He was not a cause. He may not have encouraged her to get better, he may have sped up some escalation, but honestly? Daisy was already a pretty fucking messy person before marrying him. Daisy was already showing up high and drinking throughout the day. She handled it worse on the tour, but a lot of that was touring and having to be around Billy while being in love with him and rejected by him. The show, imo, has done such a poor job of portraying the extent of Daisy's issues that it feels like they suddenly RAMP UP in these episodes, when in fact Daisy had always been an addict with PROBLEMS PROBLEMS, which is! A huge reason! Why Billy can't be with her. The show boils a lot of that down to Camila v. Daisy, and while Billy's love for Camila (and his kids) was a major roadblock... It's possible that if Billy and Daisy had met while he was married to Camila but without the addiction issue in hand? Maybe things would've been different. I don't know. Maybe. But Billy also literally wanted to be alive and a present father, and he could've done that had he and Camila broken up, but he couldn't have done that had he relapsed.

--I found the "Daisy in the shower with Billy" scene so funny. It was just so... corny. Like, this literally reads as bad fanfic. Camila is shuttled off to the side, barely present and mostly dealing with a guy who she isn't into. Billy is holding Daisy and going "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! NOAH THIS ISN'T YOU". It's so unbelievably corny. Billy in the book would've been wrecked about Daisy almost dying and then sublimated that by keeping his distance and then showing up to be like ".... so was it worth it? Almost dying for a bump" and then they would've either been completely cold or had some massive blowup about a song.

Similarly, the way Billy and Daisy fight on this show is so contrived lmao. A lot of the way they fought in the book was similar to how they expressed their love; the love was conveyed in lyrics and performance. The anger was conveyed into conflict about the music, which the show sorta does but it also has them getting up in each other's face to scream about Nicky, and it seems like they are BEGGING you to believe in the chemistry and I.... don't.

--The downplaying of Camila is very sad, and I find it endlessly hilarious that the show is all "pat us on the back, we champion diversity by having Simone go from The Black Best Friend to The Black Best Friend with a Minor Subplot, also Billy's Latina wife is going to be more complacent and mostly just sad about his cheating and probably die sooner also".

Again I say, as Warren and Camila speak Spanish to each other and Eddie gives us his best Nice Guy... If we were going to give Camila full affair.............. why not have it be Warren......

--Karen just announcing her relationship with Graham, which was a full secret in the book even decades later, in order to prop up Graham's ego.................. truly wild. Lol so much of Karen on the show is about male ego, it's ridiculous.

#daisy jones and the six

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