#I don’t know how to tag starwars

[snippy-tano]

See now I'm having a thought about Medic!reader who is on the tram with them and sees Tech fall. When they all wake up and Hunter ushers everyone to the ship, they stay behind and go looking for Tech and find him alive but seriously injured and unconscious.

They find a small cave and they hide out there until they know it's safe to comm someone to come and get them. Maybe Rex or Echo or Riyo🥺❤️

I just need reader softly taking care of Tech and him waking up like "you were supposed to leave."

And they say "I could never leave you."

Your choice whether the relationship is established or it's just hidden feeling that come out here❤️❤️❤️

Prooooooooooo

Thank you for this. This was incredibly therapeutic. I may have gotten carried away and y’all should let me know if I should continue this as like an actual fic. Because oooooh boy is it tempting.

Anyway, I hope you like it! And I hope this helps you just as much as it helped me lol

WARNING SPOILERS! THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR TBB S2 FINALE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK :')

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Falling

Everything happened so fast, you almost thought it was all a dream. Or rather a nightmare.

One second you were helping provide cover as Tech worked to get the tram moving. The next he had fallen and Wrecker was working to pull him back up aboard the train.

“Don’t you do it, Tech.”

It was the pleading tone in Wrecker’s voice that had you turning from where you had taken cover. You were moving towards the back of the tram before anyone could stop you. You stopped just behind Omega and looked down to see Tech raise his head before raising his blaster.

A pit formed in your stomach as you began to panic.

No no no no no no no no

“When have we ever followed orders.”

Then he fired.

And you screamed, loudly and gutterly.

The tram jerked upright and took off, you stumbled against the wall, blinking slowly. You could hear the batch screaming at each other, but weren’t making out any of what they were saying. You only held onto your trembling hands, feeling like the edges of your vision were darkening rapidly.

You only caught the shout of needing to brace yourself, your instincts numbly forcing you to comply.

Then your vision really did go black.

When you came to, everything in your body ached. Your ribs protested every breath and you knew you were in rough shape. You gingerly lifted your head, seeing yourself surrounded by smoking wreckage.

Omega’s voice had you turning just in time to see her collapse. With a groan of effort, you climbed to your feet, hand pressing against your side. You met eyes with Hunter and he hesitated.

Please Hunter, I have to go back. You practically begged in your mind, hoping he would understand.

It looked like he was going to protest, likely saying that he couldn’t lose anyone else, but you couldn’t let him choose for you. You had to do this.

So you turned and ran as fast as your ribs would let you into the woods. You could hear Wrecker and Echo yell for you, but you didn’t stop. You’re honestly not sure how you managed to move so quickly and for so long, although you figured it was probably the adrenaline.

Eventually you fell to your knees, squeezing your eyes shut as a way of hopefully shutting out the pain. You had bacta patches in your med pack, but you refused to use any. If you found Tech and by some miracle of the Force he was alive, you knew he would need every patch you had.

After your vision cleared, you forced yourself back to your feet and continued walking in the direction of your best guess as to where Tech fell. You weren’t running anymore, but you kept a good pace, knowing that the Empire would be out looking for Tech very soon.

If you found him, you had to move quickly.

Eventually, you found what looked like wreckage from the tram. Your heart began to pound as you began to pick through it, looking for any sign of Tech.

Then you saw it. Armor.

You swallowed your nerves and forced air into your lungs as you stepped over the smoking debris. The running of water nearby and the sound of your own haggard breathing was all you could hear. You knelt beside Tech, hand hesitating. His helmet was gone and he definitely looked like he had fallen from a great distance, but it was hard to tell if he was still alive.

You pressed your fingers against the side of his neck, praying to every god or deity you knew about, begging them that he would be alive. For a few agonizing seconds, you felt nothing.

And then you felt it, the very gentle thump of his heart beat. It was weak, incredibly so, but he was alive. You almost burst into tears right then and there, but you knew the Empire was on their way if not already almost here.

You had to move. Now.

Tech was bigger than you, but you had to move him and fast. You stripped off a few pieces of armor, tossing them closer to the large river that you were near. Maybe the Empire would think he fell into the water and go searching further down the river. It would hopefully buy you both some time. Then you sat him up, placed his arms over your shoulders and stood up.

He was by no means a small man. He may be the “skinniest” in the Batch, but he was still built like a soldier, which meant that he was an incredible deadweight. Your legs shook from the effort, but you managed to hold him steady.

His helmet and goggles were missing, but you didn’t have time to go looking for them. Your sole focus was getting the both of you out of there and to a relatively safe location as fast as you could. Tech had injuries that needed to be tended to immediately. In any normal situation, you wouldn’t have moved him for fear of a neck or back injury. But you didn’t have that option.

After a quick feel of his neck, it didn’t seem like anything was broken, which was good enough for you.

You moved through the clearing, stepping around debris as best you could. Thankfully the ground wasn’t wet or muddy, so the likelihood of footprints being left behind were small. But still, you zigzagged as much as you dared, stepping where there were already indents in the grass in an effort to conceal your path.

You were two klicks away when you heard Imperial ships zoom just above the tree line over you. For one horrifying second you thought they were going to spot you, but they continued on, heading the direction you had just come from. The burning in your ribs became background noise as you tightened your grip on Tech’s arms and began to move faster.

You had been walking for what felt like hours. Every inch of your body was burning with effort and breathing was becoming more difficult. But you somehow kept going. You knew Tech was still hanging on because you could feel his soft puffs of breath against your neck. It was honestly the only thing keeping you going.

The way you carried him was far from ideal. There were many other ways that are better for medic carries in a situation like this, but considering Tech was fully unconscious, the odds of getting him up across your shoulders were small. This was the best you could do in the situation you were presented.

The elevation began to increase and the burning in your legs only intensified. You stumbled once, your heart leaping into your throat. But you managed to keep a hold of Tech and when you could breathe again, you continued walking.

As the light in the sky started to dim, you stumbled across a cave. It was hidden from the air from all the tree cover. You almost didn’t see it from the ground due to the high bushes and brush covering the entrance. It was far from ideal, but once again, it was likely the best you could do.

You only hoped there were no creatures inside who had the same idea you did.

The bushes cut into your pants as you forced your way inside, but those were minor scrapes, you had much more pressing injuries that needed tending to on Tech. You moved further into the cave, hoping to get far enough that when you started a small fire, it wouldn’t be spotted from outside. The cave had a bend and you rounded it, blinking in the darkness. Your eyes quickly adjusted and you could see that the cave continued on to the right, but there was a wall running along the back. It would do well for hiding the two of you.

Your legs shook from overuse as you carefully kneeled, turning Tech so you could gently place him on the ground. For a few seconds, you hunched over, breathing heavily.

Your entire body ached, from both the crash and the effort of carrying so much deadweight as far as you did. Your ribs made every inhale and exhale remarkably painful and you breathed as even as you could to try and lessen the pain.

When you were sure your vision was cleared, you yanked off your medpack and began to pull everything out. You pulled out a small orb and hit it, bathing the corner of the cave in a soft light. You grabbed a small flashlight and leaned over Tech, lifting up his eyelids and flashing the light. His pupils dilated as they should, which was a good sign.

You set the light down and began to search him for injuries. You scanned him and found he had a lot of broken bones, but thankfully no internal bleeding. It was a relief.

You fell into an easy trance, pulling off his armor and placing bacta patches on his worst injuries and splinting where you needed. You very quickly ran out of bacta patches, but still did your best to set everything so the bones would heal properly. When you were truly out of supplies, you covered him up with a shock blanket, placing your jacket underneath his head.

You brushed a hand across his cheek, beyond thankful that he was alive and you had been quick enough to find him.

Your troubles were far from over. You were still trapped on this planet with a severely injured trooper and your own injuries. You couldn’t stay here until you both healed, but neither of you were in any shape to fight your way out right now. You could try to call for help, but there was always a chance of it being intercepted and you both being caught anyways.

You’d have to wait for Tech to wake up to call for help. Hopefully he would be able to think of ideas on how you can get out of your predicament. But for now, you both needed to get some rest.

You wanted to lay down, but you knew once you did that you were not getting up again for a while. So you climbed to your feet and grabbed a small silent alarm you kept in your med pack before heading to the mouth of the cave around the corner. You gathered some wood from just outside the cave and set the alarm before pushing through the brush and fluffing it back up once inside.

The small fire you made didn’t take long to start.

You would have to go out for more wood very soon, but at least for now there would be some warmth for the both of you. You found a spare roll of gauze at the bottom of your pack and got to work pulling off your own armor until you were only covered by one layer of clothing. Painstakingly, you wrapped the gauze around your abdomen.

It wouldn’t do much for the broken bones, but at least you had some support. They were crudely wrapped, but it was the best you could do for now.

When you finished, you eased yourself onto the cold cave floor. Your entire body hurt and was trying to lull you into sleep. But with Tech still unconscious, you knew that someone had to stay awake.

So you started talking.

At first you talked through medical triage. You walked yourself through your training manual that you basically had memorized at this point. Then you talked through a few specific procedures you had learned along the way as a combat medic. Then when you ran out of that, you started to talk about your life. You talked about your home planet, your family, how you grew up, your hopes and dreams then, your hopes and dreams now, how you ended up joining the GAR, your first mission with the Batch and how quickly you’d come to love them like family.

You were just beginning to talk about a holodrama you and Omega were in the process of watching when you heard movement.

You stopped talking and looked over at Tech. He wasn’t awake yet, but he was starting to stir. As quickly as your ribs would allow, you sat up and moved over to where he was laying. You adjusted the blanket covering him and hovered, watching as his eyes slowly flickered open.

His eyes widened and he started to sit up, but you placed your hands on his shoulders and forced him back down.

“It’s okay. You’re safe, relatively speaking. But you have a lot of injuries, so you shouldn’t move.” You said and he blinked, taking a few deep breaths.

“You are correct. I will take your advice and remain from moving.” He replied and you let out a breath, relaxing ever so slightly. You reached forward, pulling the blanket so it more fully covered him.

“You were supposed to leave.” Tech said quietly and you let out a sigh.

You knew he was going to bring it up eventually, you had just hoped it wouldn’t be almost immediately after waking up. It shouldn’t surprise you though, this was Tech you were talking about.

You played with a seam on your sleeve that had torn in the crash. “I could never leave you.”

Silence fell for a moment and you let out a breath. Everything about this mission had gone wrong from the moment you set foot on this planet. More than anything you wished it had played out differently, but that is not what the galaxy had planned for you.

You knew Tech would likely scold you, saying the rest of the Batch’s wellbeing outweighs his own life. You knew that he was likely correct in that thinking. The needs of the many often outweigh the needs of the few.

But with Tech, you tended to throw all that out the window.

You had never admitted it to anyone before, but you’d always had a soft spot for him. It started out harmless enough. When you were assigned to work with the Batch, he was always the one that never really seemed to take care of himself. So as a medic, you took on that responsibility. You did it for all of them really, but Tech seemingly needed it the most.

Very quickly after that, your motives changed from just doing your medic duties to doing it because you cared. Then it shifted again to just plain affection. You had no idea when that grew into a crush, but it eventually did. You never said anything, and you never planned on saying anything. Your lives were all crazy enough as it is that there was no time.

And if today was any indication, it was too dangerous. Anything could happen to anyone.

Tech cleared his throat and you closed your eyes, waiting for him to tell you that you made the wrong choice.

He surprised you by placing his hand over yours.

Your eyes snapped up and you met his gaze. “Thank you. Without you, I shudder to think at what would have come of me.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding. His hand gave yours a squeeze and made no move to let go. Not that you were complaining.

“How are you feeling? What’s your pain level?” You asked and he thought for a moment.

“I am feeling like I fell off a train.”

“Tech.”

“Apologizes. My pain is manageable. Thank you for providing me aid. Have you treated your injuries?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes. I have.”

“You shouldn’t lie to me, cyar’ika.”

You averted your eyes as your heart thumped in your chest. “I did what I had to do. Don’t worry about me, my injuries were minor. Now you need to get some rest. The more you sleep, the quicker your injuries will heal.

“I am not tired. I have been unconscious for some time now. You, on the other hand, need to rest as well. I will wake you in a few hours, I promise.” Tech insisted and you tried to formulate an argument, but you also knew if something happened, you would also need to be rested, especially as the one currently in the best health.

He must have sensed your resistance fading because he gave your hand another squeeze. “Get some rest. Please.”

You found yourself nodding before you could say no. Tech seemed pleased with himself, but you were too tired to care. You tried to hide your wince as you sank down to the floor, but it was hard to keep your face passive. Tech didn’t comment on it though, which you appreciated.

“Two hours Tech. Wake me up in two hours.”

His hand found yours again before giving it a squeeze. “I promise.”

You tried to fight your exhaustion, but it all hit you at once. You drifted to sleep with Tech’s warm hand tightly holding yours. You didn’t know what would happpen when you woke up, but Tech was alive and so were you.

And that was enough.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi! I love your writing, and your in depth story telling! Idk if you would ever want to, but could do the ttb and the bois reacting to meeting their S/0 parents? No pressure if you don’t want to, totally understand! Have a great day!

These HCs are based on the assumption their S/O has a good or at least okay relationship with their parents. Parental-figures could be substituted in if that helps anyone picture themselves in these scenarios ^.^

Rex, Echo, and Crosshair would be hella nervous. They don't understand parent dynamics, don't know how to act around them. They default to being stiff and formal, like they're addressing a high ranking soldier. Sirs, ma'ams, the whole bit. They sweat a lot, blush a lot... laugh awkwardly at jokes, constantly apologize... unsure where to stand or what to do with their hands.... They'll need their partners to give cues on how to behave, and it'll take several meetings before they grow more comfortable.

Cody, Tup, and Wrecker have been waiting for this moment for ages. They'd heard all about their S/O's parents and what an important part they'd played in their lives, so they can't wait to finally meet them and develop a relationship themselves. They'll be very warm and genuine in their interactions, nothing they say ever feels like it's forced or shallow. They are an instant favorite and by the end of the meeting, it feels like they've always been part of the family.

Dogma, Hardcase, and Tech didn't realize "meeting the parents" was a big milestone in a relationship, seeing as they don't have any parents of their own, so for the first meeting they're calm, cool, and collected. This ends up getting them into the parents' good graces easily. But once the meeting is over, and they see their partner so relieved that it went well, they'll understand the significance and worry will settle in. Subsequent meetings won't be as composed or casual with this newfound knowledge.

Fives, Kix, and Jesse are really hamming it up, big time. They did their research on how to impress the parents, charming things to say, presents to bring, etc. It works a little bit, but at a certain point it becomes just a little too much and a little too fake. Their partner will have to whisper explanations to their parents about what's going on, why they're acting like the hunky neighbor from a soap opera. They just really, really want to be liked. Over time, they'll learn it's best to just be themselves.

Wolffe, Fox, and Hunter are very relaxed, as they're used to being under pressure as soldiers. They know their S/O's parents are important people to meet, and they'll want to reassure they are a good person for their child to be dating. But they also know it won't do to show their nervousness, or to try and overcompensate. Only when the meeting is over and they are alone with their S/O do they express their anxiety, unwarranted due to how much the parents ended up loving them.

Everything Tag: @damerondala, @dangerousstrawberrypie, @fallingforthem, @harleyevanstan, @imabeautifulbutterfly, @justanothersadperson93, @misogirl828, @itsagrimm, @error6gendernotfound, @theroguesully, @clonesimp, @techie-bear

+Clone & Bad Batch Tags: @marvel-starwars-nerd, @pandora-the-halfling, @darkangel4121, @sobstea, @rintheemolion, @bowtiesandsandshoes, @dionysuskid21, @jesseeka, @hanbetired, @thatmultifandomdumbass, @sarahtanmarvel, @call-me-a-fool, @lackofhonor, @theclonesdeservebetter, @hannahhearttcw, @kaijusplotch, @salaminus, @arctrooper69, @katzs-current-obsession, @501st-rexster, @rebel-finn, @not-a-big-slay, @writing-positivelyexisting, @nekotaetae, @the-mom-friend-dot-com, @pickle-rick-y, @flowered-bicycles, @lucyysthings, @severalseashellsbytheseashore

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[space-b33]

I know I primarily grew this account off starwars, and I’ve been back and forth with the idea of making separate accounts for separate fandoms, but I am already so bad at keeping up with the ones I have, soooo I hope people don’t mind me jumping fandoms!

My current brainrots have been:

Transformers (ROTB specifically)

Good Omens (God THAT NEW SEASON THO)

Breaking Bad (I know, this shocked me too LOL)

Anyways, all of my social medias are like dead, mainly bc I have been probably, but to anyone who still checks out my art, I hope you won’t mind the sudden shift in art and reblogs! I’ll also be starting a new tag list with updated fandoms just bc it’s been so long and the people who have signed up so long ago may have shifted interests. I’ll still be drawing Starwars stuff too tho, currently working on a couple zine projects for it!

And to anyone who runs a multifandom account that started primarily off one fandom, how did that transition go? Just curious!

[kiwikipedia]

fruits for u

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

[fruit]

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Found family. Sometimes there’s romantic intentions between some characters, sometimes it’s just two guys looking at this stupid little goofball whose barely an adult and going “I guess we’re parents now” and other times it’s whatever the hell FGO’s Shinsengumi have going on.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Alternative Universe - Canon divergence probably? I mean that’s pretty damn common for most of my non starwars work. Otherwise I enjoy a good canon typical violence moment. Gotta love a good round of beating the shit out of each other.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

If we’re talking my own work, then probably 10000 spin offs of Breath of the Void which was my Demon Slayer/Fate GO crossover I wrote in like my sophomore (?) year of college I think? The initial sequel was supposed to be ATLA but then I lost steam and also realized there’s no real written transcript for ATLA that I could find and while rewatching the show is fun I prefer transcripts for crossover fic writing. I had a Hobbit alternative for that one too tbh, seemed fun, but I lost steam and also know that triple crossovers aren’t conventionally read and I desire feedback from people almost carnally because if I don’t I’ll die

On another note I have a fic that I work on periodically about the Coruscant Underground— Flowers blooming, yk the one Lewo— that takes place Post TCW when the Empire rules and how Clone Medic Nocte ™ navigates this new world.

It features Dexter Jettster being an old immortal god of home and hospitality, Hololive Crossover Character References (because I eat the Holo EN lore for breakfast) a 15 foot tall Nautolan who is a gang boss and his hot, 12 foot tall sister, a medic who has referred to herself as “Dr. Practice, Mal Practice” despite her name not at all being that, and two android twins who are the worlds most annoying duo to half of the big players but no one can get rid of them because one of them just??? Is the SpWifi router??? For some reason?? There’s also fan made races and A Dog Dad.

I can and will write one billion things about it.

Also obsessed with putting Kimblee FMAB into situations where he’s not 100% The Worst Guy Ever because I think it’s funny. I have too many fics with just him and the Chimera Crew fucking around.

For other people’s fics… I dunno, I consume so much and get brain rot… I’ll have to take a rain check

[contrarynonsense]

Oh dang, I have like no mutuals to pass this on to. Also I think this is the first time someone’s tagged me for something like this so that’s neat.

Favorite Ship

Uhhhhhhh my dudes I bounce around so damn much. Currently I have re-entered my love of Serirei (from Mob Phycho 100), but like 3 weeks ago it was Codywan (Starwars) so…

I’ve never really been able to have a real OTP.

Last Song

Thriller (live from Hammersmith Palais) by Fall Out Boy. Listened to it on the way to work this morning because I woke up with it stuck in my head.

Last Film

The latest Haikyuu!! movie, Battle of the Garbage Dump. I live in Japan and saw it in theaters. If you like Haikyuu it was great, some really well done camera shots. Especially near the end. Not sure how invested one would be though if you weren’t either really into Haikyuu or volleyball. 😅 But I loved it!

Though fun story time my screening lost video like halfway through and it took the entire theater an embarrassingly long time to figure out the screen wasn’t supposed to be black. (In our defense the audio was someone having a panic attack and it was weirdly perfectly timed to be thematic.) Manager came in to apologize and manually scroll through to wherever people told him to stop. It was funny as hell.

Currently Reading

Actual books? Recently finished Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree. Very cozy DnD-esque novel. It’s gay but not the main point. Very much focused on the what comes after the Big Adventure TM is finished, focused on a half orc barbarian who decides she really wants to open a coffee shop.

Currently Craving

Really good chicken noodle soup. It’s weirdly hard to find in Japan unless you make it yourself, which is also kind of hard because chicken stock is weirdly scarce. Maybe when I visit America in a few months I’ll get it somewhere.

Now for tagging…. Oh gosh I really don’t know many people. Uhhh I’ll tag @apricotsandlemondots and @wheatcak3 (I’m sorry if that’s too forward 😅). No pressure if you don’t want to!

Thanks for the tag, @acrossthewavesoftime! 💕

Favourite ship

Well obviously it's lams in musicalverse, and as for historical... I must say Cutty Sark. What a speedy girl!

Last song

Handel's Wassermusik Suite in F major (the Mozart bubble has finally burst)

Last film

I finally found the time to watch Ehrengard: The Art of Seduction, and while I can't say it's a great movie, it was certainly amusing and charming and scratched the historical romance itch.

(Side note - Danish now sounds to me like someone speaking Norwegian with cottonwool in their mouth.)

Currently reading

About a dozen volumes of letters by Johannes von Müller, queer Swiss historian of the 18th century. Yes, really, for fun.

Currently craving

I'm with you on spring, @acrossthewavesoftime (this is new to me – I'm not used to seasons!).

Also marmite.

And a swiss roll (unrelated to swiss history).

Tagging @permanenthistorydamage @ouiouixmonami @nordleuchten @kaiserin-erzsebet and you!

[phantom-of-decadence]

Fuuuuck it.

AU where FINN is the chosen one who has the FORCE BOND with Kylo Ren and THEY fall in love INSTEAD. AND it gets way LESS TOXIC by the end of the first movie and by the SECOND, Ben is coming to the LIGHT.

REY gets a GODDDAMN PRINCESS, and Poe??? Asexual best friend who LOVES his droid.

[ilovefandoms102]

My Fireman

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader

Summary: Your husband stops by, but not for the visit you’re expecting…

Note: A request from my dear bitch @halsmultibitch ❤️ hope you like this bby🥰

Warnings🛑: mentions of blood, hospital setting, medical care

You never know what to expect when working as a trauma nurse…

Every night the 118 team is bringing in a victim with something obscure or downright odd hanging out of some body part. This was how you met your husband, and father to your unborn baby still growing in your tummy, Buck.

The two of you absolutely adored the other, you helped him when he was in a dark place, and it made him fall even more in love with you. Despite not being home a lot since both of your jobs have heavy work hours, one of you is always showing up at the others place of work.

Tonight, it was Buck’s turn, but this visit was unusual when you didn’t see him getting out of the firetruck.

No…

He was on the gurney, your eyes widened as you rushed over to where Chim and Hen were pushing him in.

“Evan?!” you gasped, taking in his battered form.

“Hey baby! How’s my little one?” he coughed, trying to pretend of course that nothing was wrong.

“What the hell happened?!” you demanded.

“This idiot about got himself killed.” Hen chimed in.

“Did not,” Buck grumbled.

“Buck, honey lie down please.” you said as you began the standard testing once he was in a trauma bay.

“Babe I’m fine, really!” he insisted.

“If you don’t lay down Evan Buckley, I’ll strap you down myself.” you growled, and Buck cowered.

“Y-Yes ma’am.” Buck muttered, unable to deny that was insanely hot the way you yelled at him.

“Now tell me what happened.” you prompted as you got some fluids running.

“I may or may not have went back into a burning building…” he murmured, your movements stopping.

“Evan, wha-what the hell?! Why-you-you did this knowing you have a wife and a child coming?!” you almost screamed.

“Baby, sweetheart it’s ok…I had to. It-There was a kid still in there and I-I don’t know I just had to go get them. I thought about if it was us and something happened and I would do everything possible to protect them.” he explained.

“Oh Buck, see…this is one of the many, many reasons I love you.” you whispered, kissing his lips gently before you got back to work.

Luckily, Buck was able to come home that night, and the two of you did a lot more of yelling and screaming in a good way…

Tagging:

@mrspeacem1nusone @illinterrogatethecat00 @kaitieskidmore1 @simpingbutch @mxltifandoms06 @beth-winchester21 @miraclesoflove @ashtynthebadass @skyesthebomb @mess-in-side @sea040561 @hollandxvoid @toni9 @kalamitykait @holding-on-to-starwars @mochionly @the-sky-writes @nope-thanks @midnightzonzz @halsmultibitch @jeyramarie

[monako-jinn-stories]

hi hello you said short lil drabble ideas, i am here for that very thing-

think you already know who i am going to ask about but-

crosshair + reader + tea + fluff

just go for it Jinn, hope you have fun with this!

and i-

shall continue my daily activities which consists of-

standing in the corner and being madly in love with crosshair. 😂😂😂

lots of love (& hopes you have fun writing this & it sparks that wonderful creativity of yours!),

moony

Ahhh Moony my beloved!!!!<3💜

I love these four ideas, and I think they go perfect together!!

Crosshair x GN!Reader FanFic

Cozy Mornings

Master List

It’s not everyday you get the chance to wake up like this. The opportunity only rarely finds you as the war rages on. So every time you do get this chance, you latch onto it and hold it tight, much like how Crosshair is holding you tightly to him.

His arms wrap around your body, pinning you to him. With every small squirm you make, his hold secures you closer. If you weren’t just freshly woken up, you’d have enough thought to think that he was trying to mold your bodies together, so that he’d never be without you.

Lazily, you open your eyes and tilt your head back to look at his sleeping features. His nose is slightly scrunched and his lips slightly parted. Even in sleep he can’t seem to find the peace you wish he had. You fear that you never will see that peace within him.

You gently reach up, tracing his signature tattoo in a way that is like muscle memory. If you closed your eyes, your finger would know exactly where is was, and could trace it perfectly. He seems to relax more with that, his brows unfurrowing and his frown softening.

You look away from him briefly to watch the morning light filter in through the curtains. Your hand absentmindedly moves up to his hair to gently run through, playing with the silver strands as you think about the days plans.

You don’t notice when your fingers stop, but a soft whine from Crosshair causes you to look down at him. He barely opens one eye to squint at you, and he lets out a short request.

“Keep doing that.”

“Doing what? Playing with your hair?” you giggle, ruffling it up which causes his scrunch to come back.

“No. Gently.”

“You need to wake up, sleepyhead,” you say, briefly giving his nose a quick kiss before running your fingers through his hair again.

“No I don’t. I can stay here forever. Sleep in your arms forever.”

“Crosshair, we both know you can’t,” you say sadly, your other hand moving to gently hold his cheek. He opens both eyes now, meeting your gaze.

“Yes I can. And I will. Watch me.” He closes his eyes again, wiggling to get cozier into the bed. You just giggle at him, planting another gentle kiss to the side of his lips.

“You missed,” he says.

“Missed what?” you tease, poking his cheek.

“Missed my lips,” he says, only briefly removing his arm from around you to point at his lips. “I need my morning kiss.”

“What you need is your morning tea,” you laugh, but give in to his request. The kiss is gentle, sweet, and loving. His arm goes back down to wrap around you again, and you rest your head on his shoulder when you break away.

“Can I get up to go start the water?”

“No,” he says simply.

“Crosshair, I want tea.”

“Too bad. Tea can wait, I want cuddles,” he mumbles before flipping your bodies over so that he is now resting on you. He buries his face between your neck and shoulder, taking a deep breath and nuzzling in. You roll your eyes but smile, your hand going up to tangle with his hair again. Maybe tea could wait a few more minutes.

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[nobodysdaydreams]

Thank you for the tags 🥰🥰🥰! Sadly, I have a lot and probably won’t get to most of them, but a woman can dream:

Finish SOS (obviously. And don't worry: I promise, it does have an ending. When and how it ends is my business. This one I probably will finish, because I don’t think Sophie would forgive me if I didn’t).

The Extraordinary Friends and Acquaintances of Nicholas Benedict

Working Title: It’s Never Too Late

Working Title: A Lesson in Failure

Working Title: In Another Universe

Working Title: Demon from the skies (this would miracle of miracles actually be a short fic!)

Untitled Wolf 359 fic. I have ideas, but this is made complicated by the fact that I don’t know who makes it to the end. I’d be happy for talk about my ideas though!

Untitled StarWars fic. I haven’t hyperfixed on Star Wars in a while, but I do have an idea for it I’ve been rotating for a while.

Tagging: anyone who wants to! Also: @mashpotatoequeen, @mysteriouseggsbenedict @mvshortcut @myfairkatiecat @sqenthusiast @itsgoghtime @heyitsthatonesmolgay @acollectionofcuriousreblogs @amysterywrappedinanenigma

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @trentcrimminallybeautiful :)

Game: put the titles of your WIPs, regardless of how vague or uninformative they are and let people send asks about them. Tag some people, maybe the amount of WIPs you have.

So, most of my files are just named weird stuff, but feel free to ask about any of them! I will try my best to answer without giving too much away. One of these is a Wolf 359 idea! The rest are MBS (Also, I changed one or two of the titles because they're intended (hopefully) to be gifts and I often. Just. Label stuff people's names. And I want to keep that a surprise)

Dr. W Dex

Uh Oh

Rhonda :)

Exec

This was it

Leave

Um?

Safety Net

Immune

Compass

Tagging: Anyone who wants! But also @oflightningandstars @phtalogreenpoison @kaslynspeaks & @mashpotatoequeen

No pressure, only if you guys want to/have the time/energy <3

[babbushka]

Take this request however you’d like! A Flip’s titty appreciation post? Just about how he enjoys them. Whether it be sleeping on them, enjoying just looking at them when the Mrs is around, touching on them just randomly while you’re together. A little somethin’ somethin’ along those lines? 🤠

A/N: Lol when I first read this prompt I thought you meant you wanted some appreciation of Flip's tits!! I was like oh yeah, someone's gotta put a bra on that man lol! But then I read it again and realized that's not what you meant lol. I hope you enjoy this short fluffy something!

1k, warnings: mentions of pregnancy, and Flip being handsy and obsessed with tits but it's not smut really lol

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“God, today -- fucking -- !” Flip slams the door a little more aggressively than he intends to, taking in a deep breath to really emphasize, “Sucked!”

What a nightmare work had been, Flip thinks with a deep scowl, as he steps out of his shoes and jacket, leaving them in a disheveled heap on the floor, before going back and righting it because he knows you’d be pissed if he left it like that.

“Is that my honey I hear?” Speaking of you, Flip is a little bummed that you’re not right at the door to greet him like you are most days, because he sure as shit could use a kiss or a dozen right about now.

“Ugh.” Is all he manages to get out, before going on a hunt around the house for you, incorrectly heading into the kitchen first, hoping that dinner might be ready for him. It is, but you’re not there, and you’re more important, despite his growling stomach.

He hears you laughing a little at his theatrics, following the sound of your voice into the living room, where you say those four magic words that make all his bad days turn into good ones, “Aw cheer up, here, wanna see my tits?”

Like magic, his mood is improved, and he makes his way over to the sunken living room where you’ve got reruns of the Dick Van Dyke show to keep you company as you iron. He leans against the arch that separates the dining and living rooms, and watches as you put the iron up on its little stand, away from one of his dress shirts that you’d been working on.

You make a little show of it, unbuttoning the blouse you’re wearing one button at a time, your shoulders giving a little shimmy that makes your tits bounce as you let it drop into the to-iron pile, unclasping your bra tantalizingly slow. Flip can’t help but chew on his lip, the anticipation of seeing your perfect tits nearly killing him.

The torture only lasts a few more moments though, before you let the bra drop altogether, and Flip takes three big strides across the living room to get his hands on you, the way they’ve been itching to all day while he was stuck undercover with these fucking guys on this new fucking case.

“God ketsl,” He breathes out a low whistle, getting his palms full of your flesh and kneading your tits, “You’re a stunner.”

“I know.” You give him a cheeky grin, but Flip shakes his head, leaving down to kiss you all over your face -- your cheeks, your neck, your throat, making his way down in an awkward sort of bend, an attempt to get your nipples in his mouth. You laugh a little and swat at his shoulder, and he straightens up out of fear of accidentally bumping into the iron.

“No no, I mean really. How the fuck did a guy like me ever get you?” Flip backs you away from the ironing board a little, pushes you against the back of the couch, never once taking his hands off your chest.

“You don’t look half bad either.” One of your hands begins combing through Flip’s hair, short soothing scratches against his skull as you tease, “In fact, in the right lighting, you’re kinda handsome.”

That gets a chuckle out of your husband, and you’re pleased, glad that whatever had been bothering him at work was no match for the power of your presence.

“What are you doing?” Flip’s eyes are starry when he looks at you, rubs his nose against yours.

“Putting together a model airplane, what does it look like I’m doing?” You roll your eyes, leaning up to press your lips to his, always forgetting how much you miss him until he finally comes home from his stressful and dangerous job.

“Honey you can’t expect me to look anywhere other than right...” Flip grabs your tits in his palms again, getting a better grip on them to push them together and smack smooches to the tops of them that his fingers can’t quite cover, “...Here.”

“Alright hold on cowboy,” You laugh, pushing him away for a moment to much protesting, instead leading him over to the couch properly, nudging for him to, “Lay down.”

“No, you first.” Flip arranges and rearranges the cushions so that your back is supported, and the small act of care has your playful mood softening into something a tiny bit more tender.

Feeling stupid that you’re just in bottoms, you take them off, laying down on the couch in your underwear. Flip doesn’t bother taking his clothes off too, but that’s alright with you, he’s wearing his soft shirt and those worn jeans of his, nothing’s going to be abrasive against your skin.

“Careful, they’re a little tender right now.” You encourage him to lay down on top of you, mindful of the small baby bump. Your tits have gotten bigger from the pregnancy, and even though Flip was always a little too into them before he knocked you up, he’s all too excited to get his face snuggled against them now.

“They’re perfect.” He sighs out, trying to find a good spot to get one of his hands cupping your left, his face resting on your right.

“Are you comfortable?” You joke, knowing that he could live right there if you’d let him.

“Mmmmmhm.” Nuzzling his nose against your nipple, he kisses all over the spots that he can reach with his mouth, his body tucked up against you. The hand on your left breast gives gentle squeezes, and you smile fondly down at him, kissing his temple, before carding your fingers through his hair once again.

“You know, I’m not so sure you don’t have a complex.” You tease, and unexpected laughter shakes through your husband’s frame.

It’s not that he’s always been a tits guy, Flip doesn’t think. It’s always just been you, your body drives him crazy. The stash of wet white t-shirt polaroids he has of you in his desk could probably get him fired if anyone ever went snooping, there’s just something about the feeling of your nipple hardening against his tongue that makes his life so much better.

“You’re probably right but I don’t want to be confronted with that right now.” He grumbles, and you grin, knowing that whatever is going on in that brain of his, you’re encouraging, because how could you ever say no to your lumberjack of a man when what he wants is so easy to provide?

“Fair enough.” You muse, twirling some of his shaggy hair around your finger, “Will you help me with the ironing? It’ll go by faster if you put the shit on the hangers.”

“You bet your ass I will ketsl...in a minute.” Flip wedges his face into your cleavage, pushing your tits together once again to smother himself between them, “I just want to lay here for a minute.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you reach down to the extension cord where the iron is plugged in, and press the power switch. At some point, he’ll have to get off of you so the two of you can eat dinner, at which point you can turn it back on, but you know that as the rain picks up outside, Flip is not going to be getting up anytime soon.

That’s alright with you, you think, happy to hug him and watch tv together on the couch for a while, and maybe, if he gets worked up enough, have a little sex. You can’t blame him of course, you think with a big smile, you are, after all, a stunner.

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[snippy-tano]

I have a soft Tech request that I think we all desperately need.

Reader is in college and is staying up late to finish assignments in the library and Tech comes looking for them and sits with them once he is told that they'll be there for a while. He just pulls out a little trinket from his belt and fiddles with it while they work

You're absolutely right Pro, we need soft Tech in these trying times.

I hope you don't mind, but I made this more of a modern-AU. it was really the only way it made sense to me in my head and I thought it would be fun because I haven't done of those before. I really hope you like it!

please send me more tech requests! i'm emotionally distraught still and it helps!

((also fun fact, the bit I mention in the fic about a comically slow elevator is based a little in reality from my last year of undergrad and when I liked in an apartment building on campus and the elevator was so fucking slow. like. think of the slowest elevator you've ever been in and this one was slower by like two whole minutes))

masterlist is here!

taglist is here!

tagging: @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life; @marvel-starwars-nerd; @mackstrut; @dissapointingpancake; @ahsokatano-thetogruta; @welcometothepedroverse; @fractiouskat; @mandaloriandin; @bantha-shit; @badbatch-simp24; @katelynnwrites; @s1st3r; @leotatombs; @torchbearerkyle; @rain-on-kamino; @the-navistar-carol; @bombshe77; @arctrooper69; @social-mockingbird; @littlebluebatbrat; @get-wr3ckered; @techissuperior; @dangraccoon;

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Chilly Nights

It was late in the library, the only others who remained were in a position probably similar to yours. 

A student nearby was buried within a mountain of books, looking just as haggard as you felt. Another was fast asleep, snoring softly among a mess of papers. There was another who was weaving in and out of the rows and rows of books clutching a small note in their hand, clearly lost and confused. 

You took another sip of your long since cold coffee, not even tasting how bitter it had become. You adjusted the noise-canceling headphones on your head and picked up your pen once again. 

It was so dead in the library that you never expected anyone to approach you, at least that was until you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. Your reaction was a little over-the-top, but you were beyond sleep deprived and totally not paying attention. Your pen went flying as you jerked in your seat, heart pounding. Your headphones slipped off your ears and you turned abruptly in your chair to see Tech standing beside you, not looking the least bit phased by your reaction. 

“Apologizes. I did not mean to startle you.”

You pressed your hand to your chest, reaching up to take off your headphones. “It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“You were not responding to my messages and I determined you would likely be in the library.” He said, adjusting his glasses on his face. “I was correct.”

You laughed softly. “Yeah you were. Thanks for coming to check on me, but I’m going to have to stay here for a bit. I have a lot left to do and I know I won’t get anything done in my apartment.” 

“Ah. I see. Then I am sorry for bothering you.”

“Don’t. It’s okay really. I’m sorry I can’t leave with you.”

“It is quite alright. Let me know when you decide to leave and when you arrive home.” Tech said and you nodded. 

“I will. I promise. Thank you Tech.” You said with a smile and he nodded once before turning and walking away. 

You let out a sigh before turning back to your table. You picked up your pen off the floor and replaced the headphones over your ears, playing the next song. Without much more fanfare, you got back to work. 

Seeing Tech had been a surprise, but it did seem to help your productivity. His presence, though brief, was enough to jump-start you and help you refocus. It still took a few hours, but you managed to finish everything you had hoped to accomplish and then some. It was right at the moment that your eyes started to burn from exhaustion that you finally decided to call it a night, noticing it was way past midnight. 

You tugged your headphones off before stretching your arms above your head, wincing at the sound of your joints popping from lack of use. 

“You should really see a doctor about that.” 

A voice once again had you jumping on your seat. You spun to see Tech sitting at the end of your table, a few small trinkets spread out in front of him. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, staring at him. 

He didn’t even look up, just picked up a screwdriver and continued fiddling. “It is late and you should not walk back alone.”

“Did you leave?”

“No.”

You blinked. “You didn’t have to stay.”

“I am aware.” Tech said, ever the conversationalist. 

Your shoulders deflated as you sighed. “Thank you for staying, it was sweet of you.”

“It was no bother. I had a few things I wanted to accomplish and the library has adequate lighting. Besides, I believe Wrecker already to be asleep and I did not want to disturb him.” Tech replied and you smiled softly at the mention of Tech’s much larger brother. 

“Well, give me a few minutes to pack up and we can go.” You said and Tech only nodded, continuing to work on the small piece of machinery in his hands.

You watched him work for a moment before begrudgingly beginning to pack up your things. It didn’t take long and by the time you finished, Tech had tucked away his small device and shouldered his own backpack. You pushed in your chair and followed his retreating back as you walked through the silent library. You waved to the student on duty at the front desk as you left and they gave you a tired wave back. 

The doors opened and you were hit with the chill air outside. You tucked your hands into your jacket pockets and picked up your pace to match Tech’s long strides as you turned to head to your apartment.

The walk was largely quiet, which was fine with you. Usually silence was something you did not like, but for some reason with Tech you never really seemed to mind. Campus was just as quiet, you could see the occasional student or group of students walking, but for the most part, it was just the two of you. 

It was calming. 

Far sooner than you would have liked, you reached your apartment building. You turned to say goodbye to Tech, but froze as you watched him walk up the steps to your building and place his hand on the door. He turned back to you when it was clear you weren’t following. 

“Are you going to unlock the door?” He asked and you quickly moved to scan your ID at the door. There was a click and Tech opened the door for you, following after you stepped inside. He waited with you at the hilariously slow elevator and waited as it began its crawl up to your floor. He also walked with you up to your door, waiting as you unlocked it. 

“You didn’t have to walk me to my door Tech.” You said and he shifted on his feet, adjusting his glasses. 

“I was merely confirming that you did in fact make it home. I will take my leave now. Goodnight.”

He gave you a nod before turning to leave, you reached forward and caught his wrist. 

“Wait!” You said too loudly, wincing and hoping you didn’t disturb anyone else. Tech didn’t move and you quickly released his wrist. “Thank you for walking me home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Tech looked back at you, meeting your gaze as a wave of warmth filled your entire body. “Yes. I will message you. Goodnight.”

This time you let him go, watching as he walked to the elevator and stepped inside as no one else had called it yet. You gave him another smile before opening your door and disappearing inside. You shut the door behind you and let out a breath, smiling. 

Tech truly was a sweetheart. 

And you’d find some way to thank him, but for now, the warm feeling he left behind would keep you company for the remainder of the night. 

[clonewarslover55]

congrats on sticking with the writing for a year! I love reading your stuff and can't wait to see what you put out in the future.

If your still taking requests can I have a bad batch x reader (you can pick which catcher it is) where they aren't together but like each other and have to pretend to be parents to omega to get out of trouble?

(I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't or it doesn't appeal to you, it's alright. I'm just a sucker for Star Wars Dads like the batch and Din😆)

Thanks!

Pretending to be Omega's parents with Hunter

Hunter X GenderNeutral!Reader

Thank you so much anon!! And yes, this makes perfect sense!! I really loved this request actually!

Notes: I chose Hunter because he is the main dad of the group! Also the reader is gender neutral!

Warnings: Spoilers for the Bad Batch, reader has known them for years so this fits together better(established relationship), Reader and Hunter have some mutual pinning going on ;)

You had worked with the Bad Batch throughout most of the Clone Wars, and they considered you a trustworthy assaset. Of course you were a low life like many others in the galaxy.

You worked odd jobs to make ends meet. From Bounty Hunter to smuggler, you had done it all. The Bad Batch loved you and all that you did, especially when you helped them on jobs or with their ship.

Once the war ended you were making good money off of many jobs, well until some certain clones came knocking on your door. You couldn’t say no to your boys, so you willingly welcomed them back into your life.

Now you were on the run with them; your future career in odd jobs possibly went down the drain now that the Empire was on your ass as well. But oh was it fun working with them again. Sadly Crosshair was left behind and now a slave to the Empire instead of the Republic. You’d miss the grouchy bastard. You’d help your boys get him back soon though.

Since the last time you saw them, the Bad Batch had also gained a new member. A sweet little blonde girl named Omega. She was absolutely adorable, and Hunter had clearly adopted her in his head. He’d do anything for that kid.

It was precious. And it only made your attraction to him grow.

You had always liked Hunter a bit more than the others…..In a different way as well. You believed the feeling was mutual. Well, you hoped it was.

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*The Havoc Marauder,(The Bad Batch’s ship), Space.*

Currently you are sitting in the ship, Omega sitting in your lap. You were telling her a story about some Bounty Job you had done a few years back. It was an incredible story, and of course you were the badass in it.

You exaggerated the story a bit, and Hunter clearly noticed. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, Hunter looking at you with a knowing smirk. You winked at him before turning your full attention back to Omega.

Her eyes were wide as she listened with great interest. Every now and then she’d interrupt you with a question. She was extremely curious, but still a sweetheart.

“We’re nearly there. The market town is rather large but we could still be noticed. The Empire clearly has a hold on the city.” Tech spoke, glancing at everyone in the ship. “The only way in is with disguises.”

You sat down Omega, “We’ll finish the story later.” You whispered, winking at the young girl. She grinned widely, winking back.

Wrecker laughed from the back, setting down the Gonk droid. “Yeah! Our armor does stand out huh?!” He punched Echo’s shoulder, Echo winching and glaring at his brother. You grinned at the boys.

“Oh I have an idea for Hunter and you.” Tech looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Tech knew you and Hunter had been pinning after one another for some time, neither of you making a move. So he’d make the move for you both.

You could nearly read their minds at this point. So you knew just what he had in mind. You glared at Tech, “Bastard.” You mouthed, Tech shrugging his shoulders. Hunter raised his eyebrows, glancing at you both.

“What?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms as he stood up from his seat.

“You two go in, wearing civilian clothes of course. Take Omega…..and pretend to be her parents. No one would have any idea who you are. You’d just be a couple out with their child, shopping the day away.” Hunter glanced at you, something alight in his dark eyes.

“I love this idea!!” Omega chirped, grinning widely at you and Hunter. “We’d be a good family!!” Tech and Echo smirked at you and Hunter. Wrecker looked as oblivious as Omega, but still just as happy.

You smiled nervously at Hunter who merely nodded his head. “Fine.” You spoke as you stood up, walking into the back to change your clothes. Hunter patted Tech’s shoulder as passed him, following you.

Tech grinned at the others once you and Hunter left the room. Omega even knew what was going on. A perfect plan to get you two to hook up!

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*The surface of the planet, the ship docks of the market town*

You walked off the ship, your hand holding Omega’s much smaller one. You, Omega, and Hunter were in similar civilian clothes, looking like an average couple with their daughter.

Echo followed with Tech, Wrecker staying on the ship as backup and as a guard. You grinned at their civilian clothes. Echo looked droid like and Tech was in some ugly outfit. Poor Tech looked uncomfortable while Hunter looked extremely comfortable.

“Alright. Separate ways, we grab what we need and bounce.” Hunter spoke, his firm voice making you pay great attention to him. You stared at his lips as he explained the plan.

“Everyone got it?” You nodded even though you hadn’t really listened…..His lips and handsome face were just that distracting. Tech and Echo left first, swiftly disappearing within the crowd of people.

“Alright then. Come on.” Hunter grabbed Omega’s free hand, leading you and her into the market town crowd.

You gently squeezed Omega's hand, “Have that list memorized sweetie?” You questioned, your voice sweet and dripping with honey. Omega grinned at the nickname, nodding eagerly. “Yup!” Hunter smiled back at his “daughter” and you, a soft look in his dark eyes.

About halfway through your little shopping spree Omega paused, looking at a toy cart. You smiled and pulled away from your “husband.” You led Omega to the cart, holding her tiny hand still. Hunter sighed, following you both.

She picked up a toy clone trooper, looking back at you and Hunter with puppy dog eyes. “How can I say no to that?!” You grinned, tossing the vendor the correct amount of credits.

“You spoil her.” Hunter spoke, putting his arm around you. You shrug, “So do you.” Hunter glared at you playfully, the vendor smiling at you both. “Perhaps.” Hunter spoke, leading you away by your waist; Omega followed, one hand holding Hunter’s and the other holding her new toy.

Once you two had all the goods you stopped, out of the way of the crowd of course. “We do make a decent couple don’t we?” You whispered quietly, Hunter’s face inches from yours so he could hear you.

Hunter nodded, Omega ignoring you both as she watched the crowd pass. “We should do this more often shouldn’t we?” He spoke, teasingly brushing his nose against yours. Your face got hot, a wide smile coming onto your face.

“Yes we should.” You whispered, your eyes flicking to his lips. Hunter smirked, finally connecting his lips with yours.

The wonderful kiss was interrupted by Omega screaming, “Ew!!! Tech! Echo! They’re kissing!!!!” You busted out laughing as she screamed over the comms. Hunter clearly died a little bit, hiding his face in your neck.

You laughed harder when you heard the laughing replies. “We’ll never live this down will we?” Hunter questioned. You shrugged, “I hope not.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his once again.

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[snippy-tano]

thanks for the tag @starrylothcat!!

Were you named after anyone?

Nope! But I do have the same initials as my dad, which was my parents way of like honoring relatives. My siblings and I all have initials that match someone in my family.

When was the last time you cried?

Hmm, I don’t know for certain but it wasn’t that long ago. I’m pretty sure it was watching the last episode of “The Good Bad Mother.” Lol

Do you have kids?

Lol no. My roommate has two cats tho and we joke about being their moms so does that count?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Unfortunately no. Jk Jk yes I use it all the time lol

What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Probably their smile and like @starrylothcat, the way they treat others.

What’s your eye color?

Blue!

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I’m not a big scary movie person. I don’t mind suspense and intensity, but seeing a movie for the purpose of getting scared isn’t on my list of things to do lol. So definitely happy endings!

Any special talents?

I have this weird ability to come up with titles of like research papers. I used to do it for mine and my college roommate all the time. Then when my sister was in college, for her and her best friend. She would just give me a quick synopsis of what she was trying ti say and boom, awesome title coming right up.

Where were you born?

Michigan!

What are your hobbies?

Writing (obvi), binge watching kdramas, kpop, crochet (still learning!) and video games!

Have any pets?

Same two cats mentioned above. Their names are Melon and Mochi :)

What sports do/have you played?

I danced for fifteen years growing up (ballet, tap, jazz, lyrical, pointe, etc.) and I also played volleyball in middle school and high school. I have actually gotten back into playing volleyball with a club and it’s been a lot of fun! I’m very out of shape, but this will definitely help!

How tall are you?

5’3” :(

Favorite subject in school?

English and history. Big surprise there lol

Dream job?

Oh man, I don’t know. I may be 26, but I still don’t really know what I want to do. If I could pick anything, maybe a writer of some kind? I don’t know. TBD on this one lol

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15 Questions

Thanks for the tag, @metalatl 💕

Were you named after anyone?

->Nope! My middle name is my grandma’s name. But my first name isn’t in my family.

When was the last time you cried?

->A few days ago (work is stressful) 😭

Do you have kids?

->No, just cats 🐈‍⬛🐈

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

->YES ugh I’m too sarcastic for my own good sometimes.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

->How they treat other people, their sense of humor

What’s your eye color?

->Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

->Both! I love a good scary movie, but I’m also a sucker for happy endings.

Any special talents?

->It’s more of an annoying talent - I love pointing out all the invasive animals and plants on hikes LOL

Where were you born?

->California 🌞

What are your hobbies?

->Baking, writing, hiking, gaming

Have any pets?

->Two cats 💕

What sports do/ have you played?

->I played soccer, basketball and did dance as a kid. I don’t play sports now, I’m not really a sports person. 😅

How tall are you?

->5’4 I’m short

Favorite subject at school?

->Art and history, which is funny bc I ended up with a science degree 🤷🏻‍♀️👩‍🔬

Dream job?

->I’d love to be a zookeeper one day! 🐼

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[echos-newlegs]

Hello there!! ⁽⁽◝( •௰• )◜⁾⁾ May I request fluff#93 for Echo with a dense reader trying to flirt with him? :0

Nice Shoes

*Inhales* General KenObi

Bro, I'd write a whole novel for my boy Echo, of course you can have this prompt! Thank you so much for requesting it, hope it comes out how you want as well 😎

Echo x Reader: “I like your shoes.” "my what?" "I can't flirt, sorry."

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, that's really all. Some awkward moments ig

Words: 884

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"Echo, you have a visitor." Fives' voice lingered in his brother's ears. Louder than usual due to the suffocating noise tonight at 79’s. Echo looked up from his drink. Eyes scan his surroundings, until they fall on you. Who was not so gracefully dodging drunken clones on your way to the 501sts table. Or more so Fives and Echos, since the rest were dancing or at the bar. 

“Hey guys,” You voice wavered a bit with a nervous chuckle. Assuming Echo noticed you nearly fell when some of the 104th nudged by you. Nearly knocking you to the ground if it weren’t for Boost bracing you last second. 

“Hey there, dolly.” Fives spoke in a teasing manner. A sigh leaving your lips quickly. 

“Hello, Fives.” You quipped back with a giggle. Sitting with the two boys. 

“No drink?” He asked, and you shrugged. 

“Didn’t have time to grab one. It’s too crowded here tonight for me.” You added another chuckle. Feeling something nudge your feet. Assuming it was Echo, who was sitting in front of you. 

“You didn’t have to come,” His voice was soft, caring. Just like it normally was. Just like it was the first time the two of you met on the field. While he was bleeding near to death, and you were bandaging his wounds while Kix attended their other brothers. 

“I know I didn’t, Echo.” The smile that graced your lips made his heart jump in his chest. He swore it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. The way that it made your eyes squeeze shut, only the slightest. Plus the way they seemed to sparkle with pure joy. 

“Well, I’ll go get us some drinks.. While you two,” Fives motioned between the two of you with a confused crease to his brow. Even if he knew what was going on. Fives knew about every person that Echo pinned over in his life span. Which wasn’t many, in all honesty. So to be the pretty thing that Echo brought up in a conversation anytime he could? Fives knew that you meant a lot to his brother. 

“Don’t get lost,” You shouted over the music with a wide grin. Laughing at the look Fives shot you over his shoulder. 

“Me? Never,” And then he was gone. 

That left you and Echo. Sitting at the table while bodies squeezed around you like this was some sort of traffic zone. 

“So..” His eyes darted down. Hands playing at his glass while he thought of something to say. His mind was always overrun with nerves and frustration whenever he was around you. Frustration is always towards his inability to think of a topic starter. He was always tongue tied, or thought of the stupidest of things. 

“I like your shoes.” You were peeking under the table now, he barely noticed until you said something to him. His eyes focus back on reality. Blinking a few times to notice what was happening. 

“My what?" He was dumbfounded. Staring back at you as if you just told him he was about to die. You were the one at a loss for words. Nervous and frustrated. Why out of all things did you say that? You could have complimented his smile, or his eyes, gods sake. Could have even complimented his hair. 

"I can't flirt, sorry." You blurted again. You haven't even had one drink and you were already making a fool of yourself. 

"Flirt?" He felt his stomach knot up. Eyes locked on yours. Searching for an answer as to what you meant. 

"Yeah, flirt." The two of you feel silent after your words. Trying to figure out how to tackle the situation at hand. It was confusing and unsettling, to say the least. 

"I'm sorry," you repeated with a frown. Dipping your head down. Echo wasn't sure why you would be. A small chuckle leaving his lips. Leaning forward to grab your hand with both of his. 

"Don't be, I thought it was cute." That had to be the most bold thing you've ever heard Echo say to you. Studying his hands for a moment, then moving your gaze to his eyes. 

"Cute, huh?" Your words were softer, quiet. Smile stretching across your face. 

"Yeah, cute." You gave his hand a squeeze. Your heart was doing honest to God flips in your chest cavity. You were sure you even had heart eyes with the way you felt. It didn't even feel like you were at 79s anymore. It felt like it was just the two of you, sitting alone. With no one else to bother you. If only that were so. 

"Echo finally make a move?" Fives voice flooded your moment. Both of you pulling away with widened eyes, smiles fading. 

"What move?" Fives snorted at echos words. Punching his brothers shoulder quite harshly. 

"You're playing too dumb now, Echo. You both know what I mean. You and your guys heart eyes. It's gross, honestly." The clone rambled. Taking a swig of the drink he brought back for himself. Both you and Echo doing the same with your own. Echos foot sliding forward to tap yours. A small smile spreading on his lips behind his glass. It was a gentle touch, but you knew this time it wasn't just an accident. 

[darthkruge]

Okay :3

Could I ask for some quick little hc’s on the reader getting hurt on a mission?

I just need worried and protective Ani rn 🥺

Thank you Butterscotch 💞💝

Anakin x Reader Who Gets Hurt on a Mission Headcanons

Warnings: I mean talk of injuries but no in depth ones discussed. Mainly just protective and worried Anakin with some soft Ani thrown in there too because I physically think I’m incapable of not adding that. 

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Yes my love of course!! I love worried and protective Ani <3 I know you said quick little headcanons but I fucking love protective!Anakin and the getting hurt on a mission thing is one of my favorite tropes lmao so this kinda took on a life of its own. 

gif credit i really like this gif- like a lot- 

Okay first off Anakin is already so protective. He hates that you’re in dangerous situations when you go on missions and he hates it when he can’t go with you. That being said, he knows you’re powerful and competent and he would never doubt your abilities as a Jedi. 

Honestly, his protectiveness says far more about him than you. He’s not worried that you’re not strong enough; he’s worried he’s not strong enough. If you get hurt, he thinks he failed somehow. 

As soon as he sees you get hit, he’s there in an instant. If it happens in the middle of a battle, getting you to safety is his main priority. He’ll scoop you up in his arms and get you out of there immediately.

If it’s more like someone hurts you directly, like a one-on-one thing, he’s going insane. Picture someone stabbing or hitting you to the point where you’re unconscious and bleeding on the floor. Anakin immediately flashes back to losing his mother, to when he wasn’t able to save someone he loved. 

He will kill them if they’re still a threat to you. If not, it’s not like he’s letting them just walk away. He’s infuriated. He first steps in front of your body, shielding you from them. And he’s livid, he’s glaring at them and anyone could tell he’ll fight to the death for you.

His lightsaber ignites, illuminating his enraged expression and they just know they fucked up. 

Even so, you are his priority. Revenge never comes first when it’s between that and keeping you safe. His thought process is: deal with danger as quick as I can so I can go make sure they’re okay. 

He runs up to you and, if you’re unconscious, he’s gently trying to coax you awake. He’ll whisper softly, all “Can you hear me?” “Open your eyes for me, baby.” “Please, Y/N, please let me see your gorgeous eyes.” “Come on, angel, let me know you’re okay” 

His eyes are scanning your body, looking for any possible injuries that he needs to attend to. 

Regardless of what the injuries are, he’s picking you up. He’s not letting you walk or put any pressure on any parts of your body. 

He scoops you up as gently as he can and moves as evenly as he can while rushing you back to the ship, trying not to jostle you around too much.

If you whimper or hiss in pain from the movements, he looks at you so apologetically and whispers an “I’m so sorry, just a little longer, okay?” 

And you’ll nod at him with tears in your eyes and it just makes his heart ache. He hates knowing you’re in pain and that he wasn’t able to stop it or take it away. 

When he gets you back to the ship, he’ll lay you down and try to attend to your injuries as best he can. He’ll grab some gauze and bandages and wrap your wounds, desperate to stop the blood loss. If there aren’t any supplies, he’ll just rip parts of his shirt off to use as bandages. After he did that once you secretly hope they forget the supplies again because-

After he finishes that, you’re normally really cold and exhausted from the blood loss. He wraps you up in all the blankets they might have and pulls his Jedi robe off and puts it around you, too. He knows it brings you comfort and, honestly, it’s really fucking warm. 

He talks to you to try and keep you awake. He’ll tell you stories and although he tries to be strong for you, you can hear his voice shake and his words become faster, sure signs that he’s fucking terrified. 

That’s honestly what gets you to stay awake, more than anything else. You don’t want him to panic. You’ll try to hold his hands, if your injuries allow, and constantly move your thumb against the back of his hand as he does the same to you. The constant movement reminds him you’re alive and conscious and okay. 

As soon as you land on Coruscant, he immediately brings you to medbay. He doesn’t care, you can complain about how much you don’t want to and how you’re fine all you want, he won’t hear it. He got a little upset once because you were desperate and said “please, Ani, please don’t make me go. I just want to go back to our bed and have you hold me. That’s the only thing that could make me feel better right now.”

He was upset because he hates turning you down, especially when you ask like that. The only time he’ll turn you down is if he’s trying to keep you safe. 

He tries to force them to let him stay with you as they run diagnostics, literally yelling out and attempting every trick in the book. Even so, it doesn’t work. They calmly tell him to go sit in the waiting room and they’ll get him when the tests are finished.

He watches them take you away and he paces in the room, chewing on his fingernails and running his hands through his hair in worry. He normally somehow ends up finding his way into a chair and he ends up breaking down. He’ll have his head  in his hands, tears streaming down  his cheeks as he prays to the Maker that you’ll be alright. He’d do anything, so long as you’re alright. 

When they finally call him back, saying your tests are done he’ll run back into the room. You see his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes and you immediately reassure him that you’re going to be okay. 

As soon as he can take you home, back into his arms you go. Once again, you’re not walking, so don’t even try it. Further, he just wants to hold you. You normally  kind of turn your head into his chest, embarrassed that he has to carry you through the Temple where anyone can see you in this weakened state. 

Meanwhile, Anakin is staring daggers at anyone who even attempts to look in your direction. His arms tighten around you, keeping you close and you’ve honestly never felt safer.  

He gets you back to the apartment and gently places you on the bed. He looks you over again, just making sure they didn’t miss any of your injuries before he pulls the covers up and comes next to you.

He’ll get you some water and a bit of food, wanting you to get something in your system to help replenish your body. He stays with you the whole time, making sure you eat and drink at least a little bit. 

Even though the medical droids helped, you’re still in pain and he tries to help in whatever way he can. He can see your eyes screwing up as you try to move and get comfortable in bed and he’s just “I know it hurts, baby. I’m so sorry, here, let me help you, okay?” “What can I do to make it better” 

He helps you get settled, pulling you with him in his strong arms until you find a position that allows you to sleep. 

Sometimes you’re shaken up from getting hurt. You’ll tell him how afraid you are or, more frequently, he just knows. He tells you “You’re safe now, my love.” “No one’s going to hurt you ever again.” “It’s okay, I took care of them, it’s okay.” “Look at me, angel. They’re gone, alright? It’s just you and me, right here, safe.” 

As you drift off, he reminds you how much he loves you and you say it back. He’s always the big spoon on those nights. He puts himself closest to the door, shielding your body with his.

Nights after you get hurt are always very special. He holds you to him as tightly as he can, granted this is mostly dependent on your injuries. And you just love it. You feel safe and he feels like he can keep you like that. 

Basically, if you get hurt on a mission, Anakin’s got you. And an enemy has to be pretty stupid to try and hurt you. Not only are you exceptionally badass, but if they somehow get to you, Anakin will hunt them to the ends of the galaxy to ensure they never harm you  again.

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[rosethornxs]

So I am going through it with a cold right now (at least I hope it’s just that, my rapid test was negative), and I’ve been having more thoughts about our dearest Boba Fett. You can find my first caregiver!Boba headcanons here.

GN!Reader, no warnings.

As I’ve said previously, Boba makes sure you’re well taken care of when you’re not feeling well. He’ll either care for you himself, or have someone he trusts look after you. He makes sure you have food that actually interests you and fluids to keep you hydrated, and he makes sure you’re comfortable and that anything you could possibly need or want is available to you.

Right now, I have a pretty nasty cough, I get like this anytime I have a cold. It’s so bad that my back, chest, and head hurt from coughing so much.

Boba would definitely try to help you out with this. He’d put a humidifier in your room with a bit of eucalyptus oil (yes, that exists in Star Wars because I said so) to make sure your lungs and sinuses clear up a bit easier. He’d also draw you a nice hot bath — as hot as you can stand it — with bath oils and more eucalyptus. He’d tell you just to sit back and relax and let the steam do its work. He might gently wash your hair, dragging his fingertips across your scalp and through your hair. He knows some pressure points to help with headaches on your temples and the base of your skull so he’d massage those. He’d rub your neck and shoulder, helping to release any tension you’ve built up from coughing and then her gently massage your face to help ease the pain of enflamed sinuses.

If you wanna stay in the warm water longer he might read to you or play some music and when you’re ready he’d help you out of the tub and towel you dry. He’d pull out his own clean shirt because he knows how much you like the soft fabric and the way it smells like him — like cloves and something earthy. He’d drape it over your shoulders but tell you not to button it just yet. Then he’d pull out a little tub of vaporub (yes this also exists in Star Wars, just trust me) and scoop some onto his fingers. He’d rub it between his hands to warm it up before instructing you to lie back so he can spread it across your chest. His movements would be so gentle but his hands a little rough from the scarring and just work in general. He’d smear the vaporub down your sternum and up your throat spreading it all over to it can have the maximum effect. When he’s done with the front he’d ask you to sit up and he’d tug the back of his shirt down so he could do the same thing to your back. His hands would feel heavenly, of course — so big and warm, knowing exactly where and how to touch you to make you feel better.

Once he’s done with that he’d arrange the pillows so you’re not lying flat because that always sucks when your nose is congested (you know, when one side is all stuffy and gross and the other is dry as the desert and everything is agonizing). When he’s sure you’re perfectly comfortable he’ll tuck you in with as many blankets as you want and then he’ll bring you some tea (sleepytime tea, which also exists, don’t question it).

If you need anything at all he has a little comm set up and tells you to just buzz him and he’ll come right away, doesn’t matter if he’s in the middle of something, your comfort and well-being are his priority.

If you want to sleep, something he definitely encourages, he’ll dim the lights, put on some white noise, kiss your forehead and take his leave. If you’re not tired, he’ll either stay and read to you some more (a headcanon you can read about here) or he’ll put on a holodrama for you and do a bit of work in the other room.

Boba would do the most for you when you’re sick (he always does the most for you because he’s bad at words and shows his affection through acts of service). Soft Boba, my beloved, we have no choice but to stan.

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