#Howzer bad batch

[starqueensthings]

THERES SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT, BUT ITS ALL SUPERSEDED BY HIS RETURN TO MY LIFE

[melymigo]

[dreamswithghosts]

Howzer in Infiltration

Warning Spoilers from Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 6 - Infiltration

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[freesia-writes]

First time making a request, I'm nervous lol

I would love something kinda awkward but sweet with my main Man Howzer.

Either the "being too awkward to know what to do with the hands" and/ or the panic while figuring out if they are actually leaning in for a kiss

The awkward one being reader, GN as well if possible 🫶🏼

Feel free to ignore if the request post was old and my ask is out of place 😱

Have a great rest of the weekend 🫶🏼

Helloooooo my friend! What a joy and honor to be your first request. Thank you SO MUCH for your patience. Writing has been so hard for me lately; trying to have a steady stream of thought feels like wading through mud. But I've missed it and have felt more inspired to give it a try, so I hope my clunky effort is somewhat heartwarming and enjoyable! :)

Howzer x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.8k

You’d rolled your eyes when your Galactic Political Science class had assigned you to an externship on the planet Ryloth, having only heard of its dusty plains and occasionally volatile population. But now, eight months later, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your job shadows of various political aides and diplomatic entourages had led you right into the vicinity of the man of your dreams. He was a clone, which some of your Coruscant classmates teased you about, but you couldn’t care less what they thought, uppity and narrow-minded as they were. 

Captain Howzer had caught your eye in one of the first meetings held on the planet, and your jaw had nearly dropped open at the sight of him. Immediately overthinking it, you wondered if you were so shallow that something so simple as a haircut could really make that much of a difference. But in hindsight, you were convinced that you were instead just an excellent judge of character, as your time working in close proximity to him had revealed a depth and integrity that left you in awe. He was level-headed and clever, and often came up with solutions to issues or conflicts that were impressively insightful. 

He was also kind of a dork. 

You’d never have believed it, but the more time you spent together, the more you caught the cheesy little jokes he’d make or the awkward comments that would slip by. As if he couldn’t be any cuter, his self-effacing humor and easygoing approach to life were just cherries on top.

So when it came time for your externship to come to an end, you were not in any hurry to leave. You’d enjoyed a number of mildly flirtatious moments with Howzer amid a great many conversations and encounters within your line of work, and yet you still felt as though he had enough depth to keep you pursuing him for decades. But you didn’t have many options: your program needed to be finished and it required your presence on Coruscant. To drop out now would be to lose everything you’d worked toward… not to mention your parents would never forgive you. 

You weren’t sure what to do, but you knew you had to do something. 

Your chance came not too long after, as the Ryloth session came to a close with a “Review Ceremony”, complete with awards and rife with lessons on political butt-kissing and how to appear in public to best sway opinion in your direction. You couldn’t have felt more uncomfortable if you tried. It was a black tie event, with all of the leaders in the sector attending, as well as aides, classmates, and local law enforcement. You chafed in your outfit, trying to walk as smoothly as possible through the doors, which opened into a massive chamber so tall you couldn’t see where it ended. 

Graceful vines and floating luminaries wove an intricate pattern above the guests, casting a warm glow across the proceedings. The hubbub of conversation was punctuated by the tinkling of expensive crystal and effervescent laughter as the influencers of the sector rubbed elbows and congratulated each other on everything and nothing. You were at the edge of a group of some of your peers, nodding and smiling at what you hoped were the appropriate places, but you weren’t really paying attention. 

If this externship had taught you anything, it was that you didn’t really have any interest whatsoever in this side of politics, and you were instead trying to look around the cavernous room for any sight of Howzer. You were scheduled to leave in the morning and still hadn’t found a time or way to confess any feelings. Even if you had found the right moment, you were still going back and forth endlessly about doing it at all. You were leaving, so what was the point? It’s not like he could leave his post and come with you…

“Excuse me,” a voice broke through your reverie, a voice you’d recognize anywhere… You turned far too quickly to “keep your cool”, heart skipping a beat when you saw Howzer in his standard armor. He tilted his head and you could almost see his expression through his helmet as he continued, “There seems to be an issue with your luggage. Would you please follow me?” 

You’d packed all your things that day, scheduled to ship out bright and early with the first transport. At first, you frowned, feeling that familiar anxiety in the pit of your stomach as you considered any and every possibility of what could have gone wrong. But when you noticed his broad shoulders ahead of you headed out onto the balcony, you were thoroughly confused. 

“Howzer, where’s–” you began, but he turned around so quickly you almost ran into him, hands a hair’s length away from his chest plate. 

“Sorry,” he answered, a crooked grin on his beautiful face as he pulled off his helmet. “You looked as miserable as I felt in there, so I thought we could get some air. Plus, there’s something kinda neat out here tonight…” He looked almost sheepish, sending a thrill from your head to your toes. You opened your mouth to ask about it but couldn’t get a word out when he suddenly took your hand in his. You could barely feel the warmth through his glove, but the thrill it sent through you felt like an electric charge. 

He pulled you gently toward the edge of the balcony, where a thick railing curved in a graceful half-circle that allowed for a beautiful view of the evening horizon. The dark Ryloth sky was peppered with distant stars and nearby planets, as well as the occasional ship coming or going. As the two of you came to a halt against the railing, he released your hand, leaving a cold emptiness where it had been, and pointed at a cluster of glimmering lights in the sky. 

“If you watch there for the next twenty minutes, there’s a meteor shower expected to start…”

“Twenty minutes!” you laughed.

“I mean…” he began, faltering with a chuckle, “I guess that is a bit of a long time…” 

“We’ll have to find some way to keep ourselves occupied for all that time I guess,” you said, choking on your own words as they came out sounding far more suggestive than you’d anticipated. “I mean… I’d like to see it, and… Well I don’t know when the ceremony will be starting… But I also don’t really care…. I mean, not like I’m going to win any awards, but…” Your brain yelled at you to stop talking, because every word felt as though it were making it worse. 

But Howzer seemed unfazed, his steady presence brightened by the sparkle in his eye as he shook his head. “And just why wouldn’t you win an award?” was his only response, leaning over the railing to gaze out across the expanse, keeping his words light but still casting a sideways glance at you that gave you the tingles.

“They’re not given based on merit…” you began, cynicism rising to the surface in the wake of your stressful end-of-internship duties. His gaze danced in the moonlight, flickers of amusement battling an undercurrent of something deeper, something warmer. It felt like forever until his soft voice broke the spell.

"Well, I don’t know if they told you, but you were the first place finalist for the Howzer trophy," he countered, his grin widening as he turned fully to face you. 

You laughed out loud now, clapping a hand to your forehead. “Oh?” you asked curiously, hoping beyond hope that it meant what you thought. The awkwardness that had been simmering between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by a charged stillness. 

The silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant thrum of the city and the faint murmur of voices from within the chamber behind. Your hands, previously clutched together in nervous anticipation, twitched instinctively. One of them, as if possessed by its own will, drifted up, hovering near his armor plate for a second before returning to the railing.

Howzer's breath hitched, and his eyes flickered down to your hand, then back up to your eyes. His grin, which had been playful moments ago, softened into something sweeter, something tinged with a hint of vulnerability that mirrored your own. He leaned in, slowly, his face a mere whisper away from yours. 

“Yeah. I think you’re great,” he said softly.

Now your own breath caught in your throat, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Should you pull away? Lean in? Speak, even though the right words seemed impossible in the face of this sudden, electrifying intimacy? The decision was almost out of your hands as his face drew closer still. His lips, slightly parted, hovered just a hair's breadth from yours. Was he leaning in for a kiss? Or was he teasing, enjoying the delicious torture of unspoken promises? That didn’t seem like him, but why was he taking so long? 

“Howzer, I… um…” you began, kicking yourself immediately for speaking in a moment such as this. Should you cup his face? Playfully brush a strand of hair from his forehead? Interlace your fingers with his? Your palms felt slick with nervous sweat, your fingers twitching with the urge to do something, anything, but they remained awkwardly suspended in the space between you.

His eyes seemed to twinkle with unspoken laughter, as if he could see the frantic dance of indecision playing out behind your eyes. But then, a flicker of something softer, something genuine, replaced the teasing glint. His gaze held yours, steady and intense, a silent plea for permission and eager hope. And in that moment, you knew. This wasn't about playful banter or coy games. 

With a sharp inhale, you closed the distance, your own lips meeting his in a hesitant, unsure kiss. Your hands, finally finding their purpose, landed clumsily on his chest for a moment, then tentatively cupped his face. His own hands, just as unsure, found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, grounding you in the reality of his closeness. When you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzying, your eyes met his, and the awkwardness was gone, replaced by a quiet joy. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, relishing in the waves of bliss that were washing over you repeatedly. 

"So," Howzer said, his voice rough with emotion, a playful glint still lingering in his eyes. "Still about seventeen minutes til that meteor shower eh?”

You laughed, absolutely quavering with emotion and excitement. “What to do…” you murmured, voice shaky and heart bursting at the seams. 

“I can think of a few things,” he murmured, stroking the side of your cheek with the back of his hand.

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[bruh-myguy-what]

Bruh's Masterlist

At the current moment I don't have nearly as many fics posted as I have actually written haha but I'll be updating this as I write/post more!

Request are currently closed! If you have anything you'd like to send in, prompt or ideas are always welcome!

Clone Force 99-

Tech- Uncommon Reaction Lovestruck Hunter- Echo- He's More Than That*** Crosshair- Jealous Much?

Clone Troopers-

Howzer- The Downpour

Thrawn-

Series- If Not Him, Perhaps Me (Thrawn x Reader x Luke Skywalker) Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

One Shots- The Dance We Share Things That Can't Be Undone It's Nice to Meet You

Luke Skywalker-

Series- If Not Him, Perhaps Me (Thrawn x Reader x Luke Skywalker) Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

[seriowan]

his vow (howzer x gn!reader)

!! SPOILERS FOR TBB S2E14 !! — the only ones tagged are those who i know have seen the episode; taglist has been spared

summary: howzer comes home

rating: g

warnings: SPOILERS below the cut

a/n: have i recovered yet? NO OH MY GOD I HAVE NOT. MCDREAMY HUSBAND IS BACK

Riyo noticed your worry the moment you saw her in the garage. You couldn’t help the fact that you wore your heart on your sleeve, anxiety written across your face as clearly as words on a page. She knew — everyone knew — that you were awaiting Echo’s arrival. 

   Communicating was a risk you wouldn’t take, so all that you could do was wait… 

   …and wait… 

      …and wait… 

   “You need to breathe, dove,” Riyo’s soft voice echoed from over your shoulder. “This stress will do you no good.” 

   You glanced up from the crate you were seated on, giving her a pained look. “I-I can’t, Ri. Not when I don’t know where they are or if they’re safe. They should be back any time now…” 

   You heard it then: that deep rumble of thrusters. It caused you to immediately stand to your feet, eyes watering with relief as the ship approached the dock. Your feet carried you with abandon, Riyo’s voice echoing behind you like nothing more than a whisper. 

   With your blood rushing in your ears and your heart thundering in your chest, you watched the shuttle dock and decompress with a hiss, thuds echoing as its weight settled on the landing gear. The rear hatch unlocked, billowing steam as it lowered. You grimaced when the bright light from within blinded you, causing you to lift a hand and shield your eyes with your palm. 

   Footsteps thunked down the ramp. 

   You felt ready to sob, no matter if the news was bad or good. 

   Voices echoed. Voices you knew by heart, as identical as they sounded. 

   The steam cleared. 

   Boots hit solid ground. 

   And when you lowered your hand from your face, it felt as if all the air in your lungs just disappeared. There was no more sign of Riyo, Echo, or even Gregor and the few you came to know as their first successfully-saved brothers. 

   There was nothing but you and Howzer. 

   He looked the same as when he was taken from you. Same hair and scar that you would caress with the pad of your fingertips. Same eyes that you dreamt of. Same lips that you kissed and cherished. He was thinner than before, and the shadow cast across his face said more than you could ever imagine, but it was him. 

   And he was here. 

   The moment he noticed you, his entire face dissolved into shock. Confusion. It was as if he wasn’t sure if you were real; as if he struggled to make sense of you and the truth of his freedom. Months of solitude and imprisonment cast a gaunt look that miraculously lifted the moment his lips mouthed your name. 

   A sob slipped. You were trembling, shaking, legs as weak as twigs, but you found the strength to step forward. Dazed steps guided your feet forward one step at a time, gradually picking the pace as you found enough air to fill your lungs. 

   Before you knew it, you were running. 

   The world around you was a blur but you didn’t care for it. You didn’t care for anything but him. Every step sent buzzes surging up your legs, but you kept sprinting, rushing just to be within his reach.

   Howzer dropped everything to run to you. The look in his eyes, bleeding relief and shock, never faded until he was inches away, opening his arms to accept you with fervor. 

   You crashed into his chest, arms thrown around his neck. His tightened around your waist, holding - squeezing - as if desperate to keep you close. When you began to sob into his neck, he cupped the back of your head, turning to press a chaste, impatient kiss to your hairline. 

   “Cyare,” he breathed, pulling away to press his forehead to yours. “I’m here. I’m right here.” 

   “I-I thought I lost you,” you cried softly, tears blurring his image before he wiped them with his thumbs. “I thought you were gone-” 

   “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his voice shaking. “I’m staying here, dove. Right here with you.” 

   “Promise me,” you quivered. His palm rubbed down your spine, the other squeezing you with nothing short of need. “Promise me you won’t go where I can’t find you.” 

   When you lifted your head to look at him, Howzer cupped both sides of your face and pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. It was rushed but it was needed — a confirmation, a promise, that this wasn’t a dream and it wasn’t a false hope. That this was true and it was happening. 

   I have you now, said his kiss, and I’m never going to let go. 

   “This Empire will have to pry you from my cold, dead hands before I ever let you go,” he vowed, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m staying here, mesh’la. For good.” 

-

OUR WAR WIFE IS BACK FROM THE UNKNOWN OH MY GOD I HAVE NOT RECOVERED

[questionableresponses]

Fellas I have come back with an even worse dream

So CX 2 was revealed to be Tech during the invasion of Pabu and he was super upset and shit. I don't remember but I think it was something to do with being left behind?? Idk. Rex, Howzer, and other clones were there too. There some injured ones and it seemed there was a prior battle and they were taking refuge. Tech or another trooper was prepared to shoot so Howzer shielded an injured trooper from the blast ad got shot in the back. As he lay on the floor dying, Crosshair came and knelt beside him as Howzer said his goodbye, holding Cross' hand. Everyone just simply watched as Howzer died, Tech doing it as a taunt. Dramatic music and everything was playing too

fellas i really hope this doesnt happen. i really dont want howzer to die but he probably will

[thecoffeelorian]

[I basically typed this all on my phone after one rough day at work, and as such, it has not yet been edited or formatted properly. Still, as I still very much enjoy doing writing practice, here is my rough draft.]

(De) Stressing

Your day officially started going downhill the moment someone in Produce called off, and it hasn’t let up since.

For starters, it rained for half the day, and the change in air pressure bothered your already aching joints a bit worse than before.

For another, no sooner had you been forced to switch cart duty with the guy they called up as the replacement, a bunch of other workers decided they would start calling you up to do other tasks as well.

This included having to scrub down the outer doors because the usual cleaning crew had decided to avoid them, going out on another hour of carts even though all the baggers were out there already (and probably hadn’t even needed you), and almost having zero time to do any of your daily computer training.

And if that wasn’t enough to suggest that the vast universe itself was suddenly outraged at your existence and wished to punish you outright…that “My Hero and I” fanfiction you’d struggled all of one year to finally update received zero engagement from everyone on the holonet.

In other words, the planet seemed to see you as either the maid—someone to clean up everyone else’s messes and fix everyone else’s problems without ever needing anything in return—or the Invisible Woman, only being alive for everyone else around you to totally ignore and move past in order to interact with someone else.

Small wonder, then, that you were just about chomping at the corner of your mouth hard enough to draw blood by the time you were able to return home for the day, even if only as an outlet for the mountain of stress that had been dropped upon your head.

In fact, when you finally had a moment to collapse into your chair and relax…you might very well have started chewing upon the walls of your apartment as your own weird form of stress relief.

At least, that’s what you would have done if Howzer hadn’t been there to meet you at just the right moment, thus saving you from a surprise trip to the hospital and a few hours’ worth of embarrassment.

And, wouldn’t you know it…he already had your afternoon coffee ready.

“Hard day…?”

You manage a quick nod alongside your scowl, the horrors of the afternoon still fresh in your memory.

“That bad, huh? Coworkers drive you crazy?”

Another nod. You weren’t ever much of a talker whenever you got scared, or sad, or angry enough to bite…but lucky for you, this good Captain of yours took it all in his stride, even if one day at a time.

“Well, it’s over now, all right…so let’s not think of them any further. Take this instead.”

He’s careful to pass the coffee to you without spilling a single drop, a trace or two of his experience handling explosives manifesting itself—and yet, when your hands make contact with his so that you can start in on the long-awaited drink, both of you come close to losing your grip upon the cup.

“Careful, goofus! You’re gonna make me drop it!”

“Me, make you? The hero of Ryloth, a saboteur?”

Howzer fakes an air of dismay at your words, and just as though he were an actor upon the big screen, places a hand over his heart as he pretends to stagger backwards.

“Oh, cyare! How you so mercilessly wound me!”

“Stop making yourself a target, then, and sit with me!”

Feeling your first laugh in hours start coming over you, you’re careful enough to set your cup down before pulling Howzer down beside you, there being just enough room upon the arm of your chair for one more.

He’s also careful not to try and fall over this time, and so allows you both more than enough room to guide you into a comforting embrace.

It’s finally here that the stresses of your crazy day begin to let up, and as you’re able to rest your head upon Howzer’s shoulder, so, also, are you finally able to relax.

[fulcrum-7567]

meet my new kitty, captain howzer

we call him howie for short🖤🤍

[britney-rosberg06]

[azertyrobaz]

Oh, I'm much worse.

[starqueensthings]

“TIMES CHANGE. TARGETS CHANGE.”

yes I have used that quote for a caption 728 times now and I’ll keep doing it, because off the cuff remarks with poignant meanings give me a lady boner, ok

**originals below the cut

[melymigo]

[dreamswithghosts]

Gregor in Tipping Point

Warning Spoilers from Bad Batch Season 2 Episode 14 - Tipping Point

[rackcty]

whole squad got nerfed

[coldbrewarts]

Trooper wallpapers for your enjoyment 🧡💙🩵