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My Hood 🤍❤️‍🔥

{Chapter 1: The start of spring}

To know me, is to know that my story is an overtold one. Batman's greatest failure. The robin that failed. The robin that died. Or, if you’re a fan of the theatric, The Prince of Gotham; that one's my personal favorite.

None of those are me at least not completely. But I didn't realize that until I met her.

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It was a long night, but that's to be expected, patrol was brutal as always. I made way back to the belfry to end the night's patrol. Removing my armor, and cleaning myself in the sink, I looked forward to the next few hours rest. After sleeping off the aches of my body I made my way downstairs to continue training. The weight of my body made the stairs creak and groan, once down I was greeted by Dick.

"Well, if it isn't big man, was patrol really that tough on you?"

With a yawn Jason wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Has anyone eaten?”

“Not yet!” Barbara shouts from her desk, “I'm just going over some of the info you guys found on Penguin’s ring last night. I'd love a coffee if you’re going on a run though.”

“Sure. Where's Tim?”

As if on que, a zombified groan echoes from the upper couch.

Emerging from the kitchen Alfred responds, "Master Tim is resting from his injuries. I could always whip you all up a nice breakfast, save yourself the trip."

"No need Alfred, in fact I'll be stopping by the cafe you like. I'll pick you up a bite of their raspberry tiramisu, how's that sound?"

"You spoil me too much my boy," he says with a soft smile. "Take care on your way, and make sure to take an umbrella. It's still raining."

"Sure thing Alfred, but when isn't it raining in Gotham?" He quips as he grabs his bike helmet and keys.

Dick shouts, "Wait! Don't I get to order anything?"

"Sorry I only do runs for my favorites." Jason replies as he closes the front door behind him.

"Wait!" To Dicks surprise he falls off of his gymnastics beam, "Ouch… Wait, you have favorites? And Tim's on that list? What about me?! How do I get on the list? Ouch my shoulder…"

On his way to Cafe Las Félicité, he takes in the sights. His thoughts wander, 'Gotham looks so different in the day. Almost like you could actually live here in peace.' Then he passes a mugging in an ally, 'Or not.'

He chuckles to himself as he waits at a red light, and his phone vibrates in his pocket. Taking it out, he reads the messages;

Babs: Please get Grayson a blueberry yogurt he's harassing Tim i swear he's a child at times (¬_¬")

Jason: but what if i don't wanna (～￣▽￣)～

Babs: … BOI щ(゜ロ゜щ)

Jason: XD alright for you I will BBL

Babs: see you soon (❁´◡`❁)

Chuckling as he puts his phone away, Jason finishes his drive to the cafe. As he enters, he wipes his boots onto the mat and shakes the rain from his jacket as the doorbell softly chimes as the door closes. He takes a quick look at his surroundings; There's an old couple sitting by the door, a couple near the back, and it looks like college students in the middle. Not too crowded today, just how he likes it. As he steps up to place his order, he notices the cashier's expression screams 'exhasperated with it all.' He takes note to make it quick.

"Welcome to Las Félicité. How may I serve you today?"

"Uh, could I get one glazed doughnut, one coffee with amaretto creamer a small raspberry tiramisu… and uh, Do you guys sell blueberry yogurt by chance?"

The cashier sighs heavily, "I'll check. Will that be all?"

Jason looks at the menu again, "Could I have the breakfast special too please?"

"No problem sir, will that be all?"

"Yes thank you."

"Will this be to go?"

"The first order is."

"Sure thing," He says as he slinks away to the kitchen.

Whilst Jason takes a seat, he places his helmet on the table and mindlessly scrolls his messages and news articles. He takes a moment to look out the window, out at Gotham at all the hussle and bustle of his home. Maybe because its a new year, he's not sure, but the air itself feels lighter. Like the cities try to embrace a naive idea, one of hope. His thoughts are soon dispersed as he hears the wind blow in and the bell chime again.

"Woo! It's freezing out there, Markus, dry your feet dear," She taps her umbrella at the door, "Here, hold this please."

The woman gives her umbrella to the child, who looks to be no older than Damian, maybe slightly older, the kid is kinda tall.

"Yes ma'am." The boy responds.

Could that be his mom? Jason watches the interaction intently.

The elderly couple smiles at the pair, directing their attention to the boy, "What a respectful young man."

He turns to them and smiles cheerfully, "Thank you!"

Jason notices the boy's hair is braided back into a pom. He's wearing a black puffer jacket, white shoes, and gray jeans. Practical attire, well worn, but not ratty. They're obviously getting by.

"Oh my such beautiful eyes… What color are they?"

"Hazel ma'am."

"Oh my, and how old are you dear?"

"eleven."

So he is the same age…

"You're tall for your age," The old woman coos.

"Thank you, my sister tells me that all the time."

"We'll let you go back to your big sister, you're such a wonderful young man," As they turn, Jason hears the old woman whisper to her husband, "I hope this city doesn't ruin him it's stolen enough bright futures."

Jason thinks to himself, 'I hope so too.'

It's the older sisters turn in line,

"Hello Miss welcome to Las Félicité how may I serve you today?"

"Thank you, I'd like the breakfast special with the turkey sausage. No pork, a well done egg on a plain baegel, with one smore iced coffee, but please no graham crackers."

"Will that be all?" The cashier huffs with attitude.

The woman turns to the child beside her, "Markus what would you like?"

"Um, The churro pancake special?"

"So that'll be two pancakes, turkey sausages, scrambled eggs, mixed fruit and an apple cider-with whipped cream and caramel please." Markus asked the waiter.

"I'll bring your order out. You're free to take a seat while you wait. The bill will be on the tray."

"Thank you sir, come Markus. Lets get our seats."

An hour or so passed. The older couple had left, and the rain clouds parted a bit allowing the sun to shine in parts. Jason went to the counter, he saw no one in the back from what he could tell. Ringing the bell twice, he waits… No response. He taps it three more times; Nothing. Sighing heavily, he returns to his seat.

The woman gets up and taps the bell, "Excuse me, We've been waiting for over an hour. My brother has to go to school and I have to get to work, we've only got maybe fifty minutes to eat our food and it hasn't even come out yet!"

The slam of a door echoes through the cafe, "I hear the fuckin' bell alright! Why don't you cry about your problems to someone who cares! If you're all that pressed, go fuck off somewhere else bitch!" The man slams his hat onto the counter, "Fuck!"

The young boy covers his ears and mumbles.

Oh boy he's done it now, Jason's listening intently now more so than before.

"ANSEL EFFIE FARRIS!"

Jason has to stop himself from laughing, and the cashier looks stunned.

"How'd you know--"

"her voice is low she inhales deeply she speaks with a quiet intensity in her voice I don't want this to escalate so I'll say this once you do not talk to anyone this way especially a paying customer you owe everyone in here an apology for your behavior and you had the nerve to disrespect me in front of my younger brother what you might not know is I'm good friends with the owner of this establishment all it would take is a phone call and your job is done but here's the thing I don't feel it necessary to do so ,get some act right and pull yourself together before I do it for you do you understand me?"

"the cashier nervously shuffled from his left to his right foot

"Uh, um… I apologize I've been having a bad day the cashier remember seeing her come in once before from how familiar the owner and her seemed he knew her words wouldn't come back void.

Please accept my apology Ma'am I... really need this job the mans head hangs down as if he were a child being chastised by his parent

The woman's tone soften if only slightly I understand that but that is no excuse to disrespect anybody especially knowing how hard it already is in this city we should at least be able to enjoy a nice meal and to be served with the respect any citizen deserves now if you'd please get me my order,

"I'll go get your food miss."

"the man scurries away embarrassed and ashamed to retrieve the orders Jason in disbelief at what he just saw couldn't help but chuckle as she made her way back to her table she heard an almost stifled laugh "Excuse me sir, would you mind enlightening me on what's funny?" she asks with an eyebrow raised.

Jason finally gets a good look at her. As more of the rain clouds dissipate the sunrays come through the cafe window, her long black hair adorned with beads. The bottom of her cream coat and black sweater accentuating her features. Her white boots, and cream pants pulled the entire look together, but most of all her face. Smooth full lips, a sleek button nose, and elegant striking grey eyes. A simple necklace with a cross in a heart gracefully placed on her neck twinkled in the peeping sunlight. He looks at her face, her emotions somehow enhanced by the sun's touch.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect. I just found you funny for putting that guy in his place, in possibly the most respectful way possible. Honestly, I agree with you the people of Gotham do deserve more."

"Hmm is that so ," she eyes him curiously, "If you don't mind, could we join you? No one else is here, besides it's okay we're already a little late well I am anyway."

"Yeah you were in a rush to go before right?"

"Well, that was before I spoke to someone interesting. So many things about you tell a story and I'd be a liar to say I'm not curious to know just how many. Besides, what better way to get to know someone, other than sharing a meal?"

Markus made his way over to the table, "Hello sir." Extending his hand out in greeting he smiles.

"Hey there little man," Jason shakes Markus' hand, "Firm grip there kiddo."

"Thank you sir." Markus sits in-between them both, then notices the scar on Jason's face. He stares a little too long, bringing attention to himself.

Jason notices and shifts uncomfortably, "Ah sorry, I know it must look scary, but I promise I don't bite."

Markus turns his head away in embarassment, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to stare… If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

The waiter comes out finally, with food in tow. Jason looks down towards the table and sighs, "Uh, it's a long story kiddo."

"Your orders."

Jason takes the bag of the first order and sets it by his helmet and places his hot plate Infront of himself they do the same

"Thank you," They all say in unison.

"Here's the cash for the meal," The woman rustles through her bag to gather the money to pay, Jason pulls a few bucks from his wallet.

They both hand their money towards the waiter, "Actually Madam, Sir, its on the house today take it as a token of our sincerest apology. Enjoy!"

"What?" She says in surprise.

"Please come back anytime!"

"Hey, that was kind of them."

"Yes it was." Markus says distractedly, as he eyes his pancakes.

She notices and chuckles to herself, "Say your grace before you dig in, mister."

"Sorry," He places his hands together, saying his prayer as quickly as possible, "Amen."

Taking a big bite of food Markus groans in delight. His older sister saying her own amen in acknowledgement, suddenly she noticed Jason's silence.

"I'm sorry, I hope we didn't offend."

"What? Oh no, you're fine. I was just curious, how'd you know his name? The cashier I mean."

The woman's expression grew stern, "Darn it, I was hoping no one took notice. I guess my secret has been revealed," She stands from the table, "I'm the worlds greatest detective... I, am Batman." A smile played at her lips, her voice gruff and overly dramatic she used her coat as a poor imitation of the signature cowl. Bursting into a fit of giggles, her brother couldn't help but laugh at his sister's antics.

"I'm just kidding, his family lives down the hall from me. A lot of elderly live where I am, so I take care of them. Sometimes they'll tell me about their family. When I told his mother where I frequent for a good bite to eat in the morning, she mentioned her son worked here. Said his name was Ansel. and I noticed his name tag."

"Oh okay, cool."

Jason notices their meals are very sweet and colorful, he chuckles to himself, "You both got a sweet tooth I see."

Before his sister could answer Markus replied, "My grandma says the more sweets you eat, the sweeter you'll be!" As he takes another bite of his food with a shimmering grin to match.

"While yes, we do enjoy a nice sweet or two we don't usually eat like this. I was rewarding him for all his hard work."

Markus sat up proudly, "Yup! I won my school spelling bee."

Jason smiled at the young boy, "Well I'll be. I had no idea I was sharing a table with a genius! Up top little man!" they slap hands. "What grade are you in?"

"Fifth grade."

"Well, keep it up and you'll go far," Jason directs his attention to the woman, "What about you miss?"

"Oh, I work as the art director in a company, not too far from here."

"It's two blocks from my school." Markus interjected.

Jason nodded in understanding. Markus excused himself from the table, letting his sister know he was just going to the bathroom and that he'd be back. Jason mentions how good a kid her brother is, and she smiles with pride.

"Do you have any siblings?" She asks.

He grabs the bag next to his helmet, "Too many."

She laughs, "I see you ride," Noticing his puzzled expression, she motions to his helmet, "I saw your bike on the way in. It must be fun."

"Yeah it is," he paused for a moment, "I, uh, could give you a ride some time if you'd like?"

She smiles, "Listen here speed racer, I'd love to but I've got people counting on me. I can't risk it but you can have fun for the both of us! Pop a wheelie and everything."

They both chuckled, and the atmosphere settled into a brief, but comfortable silence her eyes on the skyline. Suddenly she asks him, "Hey if there was one thing you'd change about our city, what would it be?"

"Just one? There's so many things though, like the smog Traffic-" they say in unison. Jason chuckles and continues, The rouge gallery, and corrupt politicians."

"All of those are pretty good, but dig a little deeper. Personally, it'd be to end child homelessness, to open more parks and places where our children can be children, to learn and explore the world around them not to be in fear of whatever boogie man will show up next..." She trails off and her brow furrows slightly, "That's just my take though."

"Hmm, I think that'd be nice," He smiles at her, "Well I gotta head out, it was nice talking to you." He extends his hand for a shake, and she eagerly shakes it.

"Same here," She looks at her phone, "Oh we gotta go, like now." Grabbing her coffee to go she heads to the men's bathroom, beckoning to her brother the urgency of which they have to depart, she motions to their food in hand and urges him towards the door. Jason gathers his things suddenly remembering he never got her name. Running out the door he sees them walking down the street. Hopping on his bike, he drives up to the sidewalk next to them.

Huffing, he lifts his visor, "I never got your name."

She was startled at first, but couldn't help but laugh, " Goodness, look at me. Always going on about manners, but I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Aunika Abara. How you'd do?" She reaches out to shake his hand once more.

He removes his glove, "Jason. Jason Todd."

Aunika smiles warmly, "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Jason. Hopefully we'll see you around." She and Markus continue on their way as Jason starts driving down the street, he pops a wheelie and looks back to see her laughing. Markus was starry-eyed and full of curiosity beside her.

'I hope I see her again.' He thinks to himself as he takes in the sight of the morning sun heading back home.

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Authors note: Hey First post🥳 I know it's late but I hope y'all enjoy I had some minor problems with my editor but next week's schedule won't overlap I'll be posting more through out the day take care and be blessed 😄

@tofumilkbread @blissmar

#jason todd x oc #red hood #black oc #batfamily #Jason Todd

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rinksu-no-joo · 1 month ago

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Hey there everybody 😄🤗

This is an update post so first things first I'll be posting my stories and I'll give the list and schedule at the bottom but I just wanted to say I'm excited and nervous to get this going I've seen the good and bad sides of social media but I don't want fear of what might happen to stunt my desire to share my stories and my passion of creativity that being said here's the list of stories and my guidelines of what to expect from my stories

Guidelines 😎✨

1. I'm not a horror writer I don't write dark stories so if you're looking for that you're in the wrong place

2. I will have heavy chapters at times I will put warnings for said chapters they will mostly include depiction of injury, death, torture, and assault but only for said chapters I will inform you at the beginning in red letters

3. I will be writing for mature audiences so cubs under 18 skedaddle on out of here I will write passionate scenes nothing to out there most of the time it will be romantic passion but other times we'll need to turn up the heat 😏🤭

4. I MIGHT do request in the future but for now I'm not too interested in that but I'm down for discussing chapters moments that you enjoyed moments that had you in your feels moments you wanna throw hands with a character (or me 🤣 ) or questions about how I made my characters stuff like that 😉✌🏿

5. I will be posting chapters for various stories on Monday Wednesday and Friday I might do some short fics on those in between days but that's still kind of in the air without further Ado let's get to the characters I've made a list about some of these characters beforehand so go check that out if you're interested 😁

Monday posting

Tof one: AEO: LaW

Paring d-16 x d-6/ Megatron x Tempo

DC : My Hood

Pairing Jason Todd x Aunika Abara

Wednesday posting

Bg3 : Our Garden

Pairing: Halsin Silverbough x Ishadierra Runa

TBB: Home is where you are

Pairing: Wrecker x Sotha Naar

Friday posting

DA:I : The Day I saw a Dragon

Pairing Iron Bull x Aviana Adaar

ME: Andromeda: The War Within Me

Pairing: Jaal ama darav x Zahara ryder

So that's all folks at least for now I do have a special surprise though

Ta-da! It's Sotha and ishadierra

Side note Sotha does have different lekku and headdress but I worked with what I had 😄gosh I love them so pretty see y'all next week and happy New Year🥳

Boy I got my work cut out for me 😅 wish me luck

Farewell 🫡

#tbb wrecker #bg3 tav #the bad batch #baldur's gate 3 #jason todd x oc #jaal ama darav #jaal x ryder #transformers d16 #iron bull x inquisitor #iron bull x adaar #halsin #halsin x tav #wrecker x oc

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rinksu-no-joo · 3 months ago

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Vox Machina group hug very much needed, and of course Cass is there

Thank you CritRole for another great season

#the legend of vox machina #critical role #percy de rolo #vox machina #keyleth #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #grog strongjaw #scanlan shorthalt #pike trickfoot

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rinksu-no-joo · 3 months ago

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The Demo squad looking fine as always I love these adrenaline junkies

these three would have loved each other

#the clone wars #the bad batch #clone trooper hevy #clone trooper hardcase #tbb wrecker

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rinksu-no-joo · 3 months ago

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'".. And I can't tell you how proud I'm gonna be, watching you out there, adressing the whole Inquisition... (Slow inhale.) With this big, ol love bite on your neck." "Only if we get to match, Kadan."

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rinksu-no-joo · 4 months ago

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Group: The Bad Batch

Album: Rebel Days

Genre: Rock

what genre would their album be tho? This pic, among with some other stuff is up on my Patreon in high res if you're interested ✨

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rinksu-no-joo · 4 months ago

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more🥺please arrguh why is this man so cuteee

October Prompts

Prompt List Prompt: Black Cat Wrecker x Reader 100 Word Drabble

It would have been tiny anyway, in his huge hand it barely was a piece of fluff. Purring, the kitten poked its tiny head up with its eyes wide open. Wrecker stroked its head with a single finger.

“You don’t mind, do you sweetheart? I’ve always wanted one,”He asked when he arrived home in the middle of a thunderstorm, his hand tucked inside his coat.

Could you deny him, when he did everything he could to make your life better? Never. “Of course I don’t mind,”

That is how you had a black cat just in time for Halloween.

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rinksu-no-joo · 5 months ago

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🥳🎂✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY🥳🎂✨

This is a shout out to a dear friend of mine she's currently working on a request for me and honestly she makes the process of creation and writing so much more fun she truly gets me and I enjoy bouncing our ideas off of one another she's truly amazing give it up for @itz-me-brett-duh ya'll help me in wishing her a happy birthday

#happy birthday brett🥳🤗#fanfic writers need more appreciation

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rinksu-no-joo · 5 months ago

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Looking forward to seeing this completed good work guys spread the Wrecker appreciation 🥳👍our big guy deserves it

We are looking for a TEAM to run and expand this event!

There are a couple people involved, but we will need more to have the dynamic and sucessful event Wrecker deserves!

Please DM or send an ask to the event page if you have interest in helping in any way!

We will need both big help and people who can do small things.

In addition we need the community to help promote this event.

#wrecker #wrecker-week #wrecker bad batch #wrecker tbb #the bad batch wrecker

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rinksu-no-joo · 5 months ago

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This is ART people appreciate it!

Also Wrecker baby I miss you😭🤧💖

𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞

Summary: You don't want Wrecker to leave for the day.

Genre: x reader fluff

Tags: gn!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, ficlet, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: N/A (please let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: Translations for Mando'a are at the end! (please forgive if they are not accurate- I did my best...)

Other: dividers by @moosgraphics & @bunnysrph (tysm!)

Soft morning sunlight gently pulls you from the unconscious oblivion of sleep, tugging at your eyelids to open. You refuse the warm, beckoning call. Opening your eyes means returning to reality— to ripping apart a wonderful thing.

‘Wrecker.’

Your first thought of the day. Still weighted with slumber, your arm stretches its heavy way, reaching toward the other side of the bed. It finds its warm, solid mark. Eyes still shut against the world, you relax your arm, draping it across his massive frame and pulling yourself closer into him. You nuzzle against his back, trying to fall back into sleep. The sun’s warmth is nothing compared to his strong, muscled shoulders. His masculine musk is so sweet, his body so comforting. You want to continue to lay with him like this for hours on end, simply existing together in the world of the half-asleep.

After a moment of pure morning bliss, Wrecker sighs lightly, twisting between the sheets to face you. He is blocking the sun from your eyes with his wide build. “Mesh’la,” he whispers, breath gently brushing against your cheeks and scooping your hand in his.

“Mm?” You reply, barely audible.

“It’s mornin’,” he says quietly, his deep voice dripping with dreams from the night before.

You finally open your eyes in the shade he’s providing. Wrecker’s face is but inches from yours, his tender brown eyes are looking at you with all the gentle love and admiration the galaxy has to offer.

“Already?” You ask, pouting.

“Already,” he confirms, bringing his palm up from under the blankets to cup the side of your face. His large thumb sweeps softly against your cheek. “Rise ’n’ shine, cyar’ika.”

“You can’t stay just this once?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

Wrecker leans to close the gap between you, slightly tilting your head down, and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You know I can’t,” he says against your forehead.

He gives you another kiss, lingering a second longer. His fingers and lips leave an aching want beneath them. He pulls away and lets his hand go back up to your face. You look at him pleadingly, your hands finding their way to rest on his scarred, firm chest. Wrecker was never one to refuse your silent asks of affection. He leans forward and turns his head to slot his lips perfectly into yours. You close your eyes and let him take the lead. He may be a giant in stature, but he is always gentle with you. You close your eyes and feel his arms pull you closer to him. You want to wrap your arms and legs around him to keep him here, with you, but you are nowhere close to being able to hold him down. He barely gives you a moment to revel in his kisses before he pulls away and flings the covers off his body, exposing you to the sudden chill. You groan and lean back into the pillows, telling yourself it really is time to get ready for the day. You know he gets so much joy out of his work, but sometimes you wish he would just lay with you for a whole morning. The rest of the Batchers are fully capable of completing a mission without him.

Wrecker is already standing at the open, metal closet, pulling out his standardized blacks that all clones wear under their armor. You watch as he steps into the stretchy material. His muscles flex, tight, against his skin as he yanks them up his body. You can’t help but admire his physique. The sun is reflecting perfectly off his tan skin. He catches your gaze in the mirror and smiles confidently.

“What are you lookin’ at?”

“Just you, darling,” you reply.

“Are you ever gonna crawl out of that bed of ours?”

“I was thinking about it,” you say, stretching your arms into the air, desperately reaching for the motivation to get up. “But the view from here is just too good to give up yet.”

Somehow, his smile widens even further at your flirty words. Was that a hint of blush growing across his cheeks? You prop yourself up against your arm, chin resting in your hand, elbow pressing into the mattress, to watch as Wrecker finishes assembling his uniform. As he makes the final adjustments to his shin guards, you sweep your legs over the side of the bed and pad over to him. He pulls you into him, wrapping his strong arms around the small of your back. You give a small yelp as he raises you up to be face to face. Wrecker’s hugs give you the ultimate sense of comfort and stability. Even separated by the plastoid armor, he somehow manages to warm you right up.

“Good morning, cyar’ika,” he says, beaming.

“Good morning, my love.”

Wrecker presses his lips against yours and you melt into him. You are both so in tune with each other that this romantic dance needs no practiced choreography. It is as natural and as easy as breathing. Careful so as not to break the connection of bliss, Wrecker gently places you back on the floor, keeping his arms wrapped around your back. You feel him start to pull away so you bring both hands up to his face, not wanting him to leave just yet. He obliges and kisses you deeper. You know this is his goodbye for the day. You finally release him from the soft hold, knowing it’s harder on him when he leaves for the day. Wrecker breathes you in and rests his forehead against yours. Wrecker gives you one last, quick kiss before finally letting go and walks out of the bedroom to finish getting ready.

You pull on a fresh set of clothes and move out to the common area, waiting for him on the sofa. This was the hardest part of the day, watching him leave your shared dwelling to take on whatever mission Hunter has in store for the Batchers, but it makes him so happy and you would never ask him to resign his duties only for you. You want him to feel fulfilled in every aspect of life, but you would be lying to him and yourself if your heart didn’t break every time he walks out the door.

You hear the water shut off and you sink deeper into the cushions. He finds you curled up and offers his hand to you to pull you back to your feet for the last goodbye.

“Are you absolutely, positively sure you have to go today?” You ask as you stand.

“Sorry, mesh’la,” he says, giving you a pitiful look. “Plus, Tech and Echo have been working on this new bomb, and I can’t wait to try it out.”

“You’ll have to let me know how it goes, my love.”

Wrecker, suddenly overcome with affection for you, envelops you in another hug, tighter than before. He wants to make sure it stays with you all day.

“Mesh’la,” he whispers into your ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Wrecker. Cuyir morut'yc ner kar’ta.”

“Always am.” He smiles lovingly, impressed by your Mando’a. “I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone, cyar’ika.”

You slump back into the sofa, watching as Wrecker heads to the door. He gives you one last longing look before walking out the door. The love of your life is gone, and you are alone. But one thing will always remain true. Wrecker will always return home to you.

Cuyir morut'yc ner kar’ta: be safe, my heart

Taglist: @rinksu-no-joo @hersforthebreaking @baddest-batchers

#the bad batch #star wars fanfiction #star wars tbb #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker fanfiction

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rinksu-no-joo · 5 months ago

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Another week, another poll. Please elaborate in the replies! It's all about building headcanons for our big guy!

With the understanding we are talking places that have all four seasons (we do not here where I live)

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rinksu-no-joo · 5 months ago

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Im obsessed with this Wrecker werewolf was something I didn't know I needed 🥰😁

Batcher No.4

Living in the woods by himself this scary looking hermit is actually a sweetheart. You need help cutting down a tree or build something? He's your man (if you can get past the faintest smell of wet dog).

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#RAAHHH WEREWOLF WRECKER!!!!#star wars #tbb wrecker #clone-eyes is amazing

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rinksu-no-joo · 6 months ago

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This is amazing thank you for taking my request my gosh I can't stop smiling 😆 I love this I can't wait for more ✨💖

His Harmony, Her Hope❤️🐢

(Side note: Raph x OC. This is a request from the lovely @rinksu-no-joo , they had the original concept and idea in mind so I thought I ought to credit them. This is a prologue, so she goes from a kid to 18+ here. Feedback is always welcome!)

She started out in a lab. She wasn’t the only one. There were others. All different types of animals. All labeled by number, hers being 063. She never knew their treatment was unfair. But it was.

They all were brainwashed into thinking of it as a privilege. But really they were all test subjects. She was a science experiment and that’s how she was treated.

They were put in cages, given food and water, and the bare minimum for survival. They were expected to behave, if they didn’t they would be taken by the men with masks.

They were given “treatments”. Pills and injections weekly, sometimes daily. The injections hurt. It felt as if every cell in her body was being morphed and disfigured. Sharp ringing pains pulsed throughout her body. The effects lasting for hours, but sometimes days.

063 was scared of the men with masks. She saw how the taken ones came back. They were was an empty nothingness in their eyes. So, she decided to keep her head down and not cause trouble.

However her neighbor, 299, was not so careful. She was mischievous and often tried to encourage 063 to talk or play games. 063 eventually opened up. The pair became friends.

But slowly 299 became sick. Very sick. Her once cheery laugh, became small tired smiles followed painful wheezing.

Doctor Stockman told the men with masks that she wasn’t responding to her treatments very well. What was actually happening was her natural biology was weakening with the advanced mutagen. The two could not coexist.

Then one day the men with mask came. 299 was too weak to even sit up, so they had to carry her away. They never came back. She never came back. Her cage lie as empty as the whole in 063’s broken heart.

As 063 grew up, the men with masks would praise her. They would make disgusting remarks about her body. Yes, she was beautiful. With big lilac eyes that shined like amethysts, and her beautiful white and black marbled skin, with the body and height of a mutated salamander but the curves of a woman. But that still didn’t make their special attention okay.

With only a few mutant experiments remaining, their treatments were stopped. And she was moved. Their new living area was bigger but not exactly nicer. But to her it was luxurious.

Their training began. The men with masks trained her and the others in capoeira. A style of fighting that seemed to mimic almost dance like movements between opponents.

Everyday they trained. If they didn’t preform well they would be punished. If they weren’t up on time they would be punished. If they didn’t take things to the utmost seriousness, they would be punished.

They were taught who to serve, and who to take from. They were taught how to use their natural animal abilities to fight. That meant she had to relearn her invisibility and poison secretion tactics. You see, in the lab she would get punished for them, but here it was rewarded.

But none of it was worse than the day they had to fight each other. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else. She didn’t understand how hurt was considered good, it didn’t feel good on either side. Nevertheless, she did what she needed to survive.

Finally, the day came. Master Shredder wanted to meet his new weapons. He was told they would be sure to destroy anything in the way of their mission. But would they? Would she?

What if a small part of 063 hadn’t been brainwashed? A small part of her that would and could change?…she just needed to find the right guidance…and that day was coming very soon…

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