#kix tanning

[squad-724]

Oof I’ve had a couple rough weeks at uni, have padmecker artwork I’ve been slowly working on. It’s an illustration for a short fic of the two of them, a twin piece to @electrikworm ’s fic

“There.” Padmé sighed as she put down the stylus, a moment ago used to correct the few words of her next speech on the Senatorial Ball she was organizing with Bail and Riyo to warm her colleagues up to the clones. A small tactic to make them look more sentient and humanoid than what they officially were written as in the law. One step closer to the bill that would recognise them as citizens of the Republic.

She straightened up in her seat, her back cracking in a few places, making her wince. No matter how much the chair cost, five hours of no movement will make her body ache. And because of the non-stop debates in the rotunda she had no time to prepare it earlier; the ball was the next day.

Padmé took her time, finishing sipping the cold caf she got delivered back when there was still sunlight, watching the lights of the Planet That Never Slept flicker in the distance. She knew how they looked up close, both on the triple zero and in lower levels she so rarely visited; only going there for her rare dates that she still had to hide from the public. If the media learned about her relationship with a clone, the whole rights bill could be compromised.

Sometimes she didn't care, wishing to be able to take Wrecker to one of the fancy restaurants, let him taste all the amazing foods she could get him, to walk around in broad daylight, visit museums and opera. She wished she could spoil him as much as he deserved.

But it would have to wait. Padmé knew she would make sure he and his brothers could soon walk around as fully free citizens.

“You done?” The senator almost jumped out of her seat as a male voice came from the doors to her office space.

“On the moons Anakin you scared me,” Padmé let out a sigh of relief, and the jedi laughed at her reaction. “What are you still doing here, you were supposed to leave hours ago.”

“Eeeh, I think I should give Rex a little room to breathe. He almost strangled me after I threw him down that hole two days ago.”

“And you don't want to spend the night on observation with Kix.”

“And I don't want to spend the night on observation with Kix, and Rex WILL rat me out in an act of revenge.” He walked over to her balcony doors, grabbing one of the donuts she kept on her desk, her favorite one she kept for last. “I'll sleep at Snip’s new apartment, apparently she got a great deal from the landlady that had a good family history with the Order, and didn't need a down payment. I'll see you at the ball.” He waved her goodbye and jumped down the balcony. Padmé knew he called R2 to come pick him up, just as all the times he decided to have that dramatic of an exit. One day he would fall and break his neck, and that would be karma for stealing the best donuts.

There was nothing more Padmé wanted than to sleep. But she desperately needed to shower, and knew Clone Force 99 was about to enter the Coruscanti atmosphere in a few moments.

She met the squad only a few months back, the four clones called as her escort during a mission. At first she was surprised at the differences from normal troopers, but soon learned about their mutations and special enhancements that were made to them.

Each one of them was unique and interesting, but it was Wrecker who caught her eye, his eyes that kept looking at her with awe when he thought she didn't notice, but also the difference between his pure show of power in opposition of how gentle he was with her.

He had that charm and authenticity that all her previous suitors lacked, speaking his mind and not carefully picking lines of dialogue they practiced before each meeting. He was himself at all times, and who he was was a man of big heart. And Padmé couldn't deny him the beautiful musculature and tanned skin.

And now, after three weeks of a comms-out mission, he and his brothers were coming for a personal debrief with commander Cody, and to crash at her flat for a few days.

She already stocked her fridge with food, readied her three guest rooms with a fresh set of beddings and towels. Yeah maybe she was playing favorites with that, but no one deserved being pampered like these four. Especially Wrecker.

As she waited for the clones to arrive she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth, finally getting rid of the acidic aftertaste of caf on an empty stomach. Once she put on her face mask, she got a ping on her datapad reading “Be there in 5 ;)”.

Padmé got her droid to brew some tea when the doorbell rang out. All of her sleepiness evaporates in an instance when she runs to the door.

She isn't done opening them properly before a massive set of hands hauls her off the floor and into a spinning hug that ends with a keldabe kiss.

“Hi sweetheart,” Padmé breathes out, looking into Wrecker's mismatched eyes. She locks her hands around his neck, pulling him close into a proper kiss. Oh how she missed it.

“Ekhm, we're still in the doorway love doves,” a snarky voice brings them back into reality, Wrecker laughing as he moves deeper into the apartment, letting his brothers in. “Great. I'm taking the bathtub first.” A few voices of protest ring out as Crosshair bolts to the refresher.

“Sorry for the wait, there were some issues with the docking system and they didn’ want to let us down to the planet.” Wrecker finally let Padmé down, putting his bag down soon after.

“Not your fault, I just barely finished my job anyways, didn't have to wait for long.” She stood on her tiptoes to land another kiss on her boyfriend’s scarred cheek, making him blush. No matter how many times she did it, the giant clone got red after signs of any affection.

“Thanks for letting us stay,” Hunter all but collapsed on the couch, cup of freshly brewed tea in hand. He looked a little roughed up, his cheek covered in a fresh dressing, left eye sporting a bruise. “I don't think I could survive another night bunking on the ship with those three idiots.”

Padmé laughed as a choir of three voices raised up with a complaint. She sipped her herbal tea. She had missed this.

Not just Wrecker, but his whole family. How much life they brought to this otherwise empty apartment. The sound of bickering during breakfast preparation, doors opening and closing when they left for the town, repetitive whirring coming from Tech's room, muted music from Crosshair's.

“I am completely exhausted, so I'll be waiting for you in bed. I don't want to smell ANY grease or pickled feet when you join, so take a bath beforehand.” Padmé smooched Wrecker one last time, putting down her cup next to the dishwasher, before she wished the clones goodnight and retreated into her own bedroom.

As much as she complained about the costs of her sheets to Sabé, in moments like these every single credit spent on them seemed worth it. She slipped under the covers, sighing softly as the pain in her back quieted down just a little bit. She had to wake up in the morning for the last dress try on, and then get her hair done before the ball. How lucky she was that a highly experienced squad of troopers was available as her security for the event.

Padmé felt herself fall asleep just as the mattress next to her dipped significantly. Wrecker put his calloused hand on her back, sneaking it under her shirt and drawing slow circles in between her shoulder blades.

“Mmm I really need to sleep my dear, we will have the whole night to ourselves tomorrow.” she murmured into her pillow, relaxing her back under the soft pressure of his palm.

“Then sleep cyar’ika.” The trooper whispered, drawing his thumb up and down her spine, kneading the locked up muscles into relaxation. Padmé knew how firm they must have felt, and let her boyfriend smooth them out as they slowly fell into a rhythm.

“Does anything else hurt?” Padmé could feel his warm breath on her cheek. She could deny it, let him lay down next to her. But, it felt so nice to be taken care of like that.

“Right arm, think I was holding my stylus too tightly.” She didn't even open her eyes as she turned on her side, reaching out the hurting limb.

With a gentleness a man of his frame seemed incapable of, Wrecker took it, moving it to face the palm up, and began massaging it too.

He started with her finger, so delicate and small in the embrace of his giant ones. Each one was delicately pinched in between his pointer finger and thumb, joints muscles and tendons kneaded into relaxation.

Then came the palm, painfully wiry, with the muscles tensed and coiled from the long hours of no rest. Wrecker's fingers carefully massaged them, and Padmé let out a few hisses of pain before these too relaxed into comfy hums as her boyfriend helped her with the pain.

She thought it would be it, but he continued the comforting movements on her forearm, now his actions bringing her more of a relaxing effect rather than purely pain relivement.

Wrecker arms continuously moved his hands up and down her forearm, drawing circles with his thumbs, making her back shiver with pleasure. She didn't even realize how wiry her muscles got until he made them relax, his fingers digging into knots deep into her limb.

“How did you learn to do this?” She murmured, her voice partially muted by the pillow she was laying on. Wrecker’s mismatched eyes didn't leave her arm, but she definitely saw the slight smirk under his nose.

“All of us got some pains a massage helps with. I was the first to need them, my growing pains making my whole body ache until I couldn't move. That's when Tech found some texts on holonet to teach me so I could do them before sleep. Then it turned out that Hunter's migraines can be lessened if you relieve the pressure on the neck,” Wrecker's pressure on Padmé's arm became weaker and weaker, his body slowly sumping to the side. “Tech tends to fall asleep on the pilot seat and next to his workbench, and I deal with his back afterwards.”

The senator gently pulled her boyfriend to lay down, his heavy body hitting the mattress. He didn't say anything, but let out a hum of comfort, wriggling closer to her, wrapping his arms around her much smaller waist. He was very warm, making Padmé shiver.

“Mmm, I'm glad you're here.” she settled her forehead just above his heart, taking comfort in the sound of the beat. Strong, just like him.

“Wish I could stay,” one of his arms moved to the base of her skull, gently scratching her hair bulbs, often sore from the extravagant hairstyles she wore on a daily basis. The hair and dresses, what she was most known for. A beauty of Naboo, queen and senator Amidala whose spirit never yielded. Just like her looks she never did anything halfway, giving her everything into how she presented herself as how she protected the innocents of the Republic.

But there she was, her hair in disarray, wearing an old t-shirt and underwear that has been for sweet release of the trash bin for months, and Wrecker was here, calling her beautiful in the pure darkness, his arms a comforting weight. Here, she was Padmé Naberrie, spending one of her rare moments with a man that found her beauty not in the make-up, dresses or jewelry, but her genuine laugh, lacking cooking skills, and the ability to stand her ground to help him and his brothers become people in the eyes of law.

He would protect her planet, while she secured his future.

Thank you Manhattan for edits and beta reading!

[greenconvor]

I meant to just make something small and pretty to display the bag of Lego figures stuffed in the back of my closet.

Then, I got bored… and maybe went a bit overboard.

~All the Lego designs are mine except the Death Star~

Symbols of the 501st

Ahsoka’s facial markings in orange, Rex’s Jaig eyes, the Republic crest for Jesse, a lightning bolt for Kix, Hardcase’s tattoo, the red Bad Batch Symbol for Echo meshed with two aurebesh fives for Fives, and a black tear drop for Tup.

Death Star

A Death Star design I found on Google search (the very first Lego piece I put together, recreated from the picture I saw, thinking it would be the only piece).

Wookie Face

My first personal design, inspired by the Bad Batch episode “Tribe,” including a tree for Kashyyyk, Gungi’s green lightsaber, a crossbow, and Chewie himself!

Saberstaff

A spinning, cartoonish version of Maul’s double sided lightsaber with a yellow and black background as an homage to his brother, Savage.

Mudhorn

A Mudhorn symbol on a silver background to represent the Mandalorian’s signet.

BB-8

BB-8 on tan background for Jakku next to Rey, Finn, a mini BB-8, and two of Rey’s attackers.

Starbird

Sabine’s signature Starbird with a twist! Designed to appear rough and messy, like a quick signature on an old, worn-out wall.

Split Helmet

A split Clone Trooper vs Storm Trooper helmet, displayed with the matching Lego figure helmets on each side and background colors to match.

And of course…

The Skywalker Lightsaber

Simplistic, 3D design with a curved handle and activated blade at the center of the Lego portrait, reaching into the legacy of Star Wars at every level.

[starrylothcat]

just read your drabble with hunter and ASDFGHJKL; my brain has stopped working (in the best way possible) so if you're still taking asks from the prompt list then #5 with Fem reader and Rex?

Thank you for the wonderful prompt! 😈

I think my brain stopped while writing this one! I’ve received a handful of requests and been having a blast writing them. Feel free to send some in from the spicy prompts linked below.

“I’m literally naked on your bed and you’re talking about work?” with Rex x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. BJ inbound. 😏

Word Count: 1,000ish (oops haha)

Spicy Prompts

Rex sighed as he walked out of the refresher, just a towel wrapped around his delicious, tanned waist. You were in bed under the covers stark naked, waiting for him. 

Rex was continuing on with his story about Fives almost blowing their cover on a mission while digging in the drawer for his sleep clothes. “Mmmhmmm…” You said, removing the covers to show off your bare breasts, waiting for him to turn toward you. 

Rex turned and was looking right at you, still engrossed in telling his story. You raised your eyebrows, nodding, Rex still not getting the picture. Rex grumbled as he removed his towel, also stark naked, continuing his rant.

“And then, to make matters worse, General Skywalker changed our plan completely, the strategy I worked so hard on! It was flawless…” Rex rubbed his face with his hands, turning away from you again to continue digging through his drawers for sleep clothes.

“I’m sorry, Rex. Is there any way I can help you..destress?” You called seductively. 

You moved more of the sheets off you, now completely exposed, hoping when he turned to you again, he’d get the picture. 

You watched as he pulled on sleep pants and a shirt, muttering about changed plans and disobedient troopers.

 Rex turned, shaking his head, climbing into bed, laying down next to you. He was oblivious to the fact you were completely naked.

“Rex…”

Rex laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. “And THEN I get a kriffing comm from Fox that he arrested Jesse and Kix at 79s last night for being too rowdy. Where does Fox get off…?! You should have heard him, that smug di’kut…!” “Rex…”

“So now I have to deal with those reports, on top of figuring out punishment for Fives…” “Rex!”

Rex turned to you, his tired eyes meeting yours.

“I’m literally naked on your bed and you’re talking about work.” 

Rex blinked a few times, before you see his cheeks flush with embarrassment, realizing the situation. “Mesh’la…I’m so sorry…I…” Rex stuttered, finally taking in your form and what you obviously wanted.

You maneuvered on top of him. “Shh…it’s okay, love.” You whispered sweetly, pressing yourself down on his crotch, feeling him twitch beneath you. 

“It does sound like you’ve had a stressful day…” You kissed his jawline, your hands roaming underneath his sleepshirt, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingertips. Rex let out a low sigh, his hands coming up to your hips, squeezing your soft flesh. “Can I help you forget?” Rex bucked up against you, his now  rigid cock rubbing against your already wet folds. “Please…I could use the distraction…” Rex rumbled. “Of course, Captain.” You purred, moving down his body until you were between his legs. You hooked your fingers in his sleep pants, tugging them down to his thighs, Rex lifting his hips so you could remove them completely.

Rex’s cock bounced out, hard and swollen, waiting for you and only you. 

You kissed the tip and Rex let out a long shaky breath. “You deal with so much…I’ll take care of you…”

You swirled your tongue over his velvety head, tasting his warm skin and precum that was already beading at the tip. 

Rex groaned, his hands clenching the sheets. You released his tip, kissed your way to the base of his cock, where you licked a long stripe back up to the top. 

Rex bucked, mumbling incoherent words as you did this a few times, coating his cock with your saliva, kissing up and down his shaft. “Please…I need…” Rex gasped, his knuckles white in the sheets. 

You hummed as you took his tip in your mouth again, gathering saliva and sucking. Rex let out a deep, guttural moan, his hands flying to your head as you took all of him in your mouth, feeling his head bump the back of your throat.

Rex cursed loudly, his fingers tangling in your hair, his grasp firm but gentle. You slowly bobbed up and down his cock, more curses leaving Rex’s mouth as you set a slow pace, gripping his thighs that were twitching under your hands. “Maker…mesh’la…I’m not going to…feel so good..” You glanced up at Rex, who was watching you with such an intensity you could feel your pussy clench as you continued to greedily slurp, hollowing out your cheeks and increasing your pace. 

You brought your hand to his base, beginning to work his hot cock with your hand and mouth.

Rex’s moans turned into desperate, deep growls in his chest as he could feel his release coming quickly.

Rex’s hands gripped your head harder, slightly tugging on your hair, his hips bucking up to match your pace. You could feel his cock swell in your mouth as his thrusts became erratic. “I’m going…I’m so close…justlikethat…”

The deliciously erotic sound of your slurping, your eyes looking back at him, and seeing your mouth stuffed with him sent him flying over the edge.

Rex let out a growling shout of your name, erupting inside your mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head. 

You could feel his hot release fill your mouth, swallowing every drop he gave you. You slowed your pace, but still sucked and swirled your tongue, letting him ride out your mouth until the end. You loved seeing him like this, completely undone and at your mercy. 

Rex patted at your head, your mouth now too much on his sensitive cock. You gave him one last lick at his tip, his body shivering at the overstimulation. 

You sat up, letting his cock out of your mouth with a soft pop, your lips swollen and shiny with saliva, some of his cum dripping down the side of your mouth. 

Rex was panting, still watching you intently, the sight of you igniting a new fire in his belly. “Still thinking about work?” You teased, licking the last bit of his cum off your lips. Rex sat up, caressing your face in a tender touch as he brought you in for a deep, loving kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.  “You’re too good to me…” He whispered against your mouth, his voice husky with desire. “Let me show you my thanks…”

Rex quickly and easily flipped you on your back, his mouth instantly on your aching cunt. He felt his cock hardening again as he lost himself between your legs, your cries and whimpers filling the room. 

He wouldn’t be thinking about work the rest of the night.

A/N: Rex deserves all the BJs.

Taglist: @523rdrebel @blueink-bluesoul @wanderer-six @king-chaos-world @the-cantina @dukeoftheblackstar @wolffegirlsunite @pb-jellybeans

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! This was one HECK of a week, and it couldn't have happened without all of the submissions I received! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: Vermillion (Clone OC Specter x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist New Members (Fives x OC Rasha Skohl, Echo x OC Ari Nierre) by @fives-lover ✨ The Den (Kix x OC Nihlus Brek) by @for-the-sake-of-color ✨ Dancing Lights (Wolf!Wolffe x f!Reader) by @the-bad-batch-baroness ✨ I Yearn, And So I Fear (Wolffe x OC Kazi Ennari) by @enigmaticexplorer ✨ Man on the Moon (Fox x Riyo Chuchi) by @emeraldvsociety ✨ In Command (Rex x OC Senna Aven) by @wild-karrde ✨ Eight Shades of Blue (and the Touch of Orange) (501st Legion x f!Reader, Cody x f!Reader) by the_rain_on_kamino (AO3) Crèche to Command by Boredom (AO3) The Commander Swap by @brainrotrants Dominoes by meridianpony (AO3) Fox Hates Red by @stormyblue90 Dead Dog by @corvod

The Bad Batch: ✨ Stars Beyond Number (Echo x Riyo Chuchi, Gregor x OC Cerra Kilian) by @dystopicjumpsuit Tooka Dad (Crosshair x OC Rayla) by @drafthorsemath Sunflowers & Blasters (Crosshair x OC Isabella Ramót) by @523rdrebel Low Battery (Crosshair x gn!Reader) by @523rdrebel ✨ Cleaning Up (Tech x f!Reader) by @reader6898 Secret Kingdoms (Knight!Hunter x f!Reader) by @jedipoodoo/@lizartgurl A Cosy Bed: A Stardust Conspiracy Fanfic by @just-here-with-my-thoughts

Call of Duty: ✨ If I Had a Heart (Ghost x Soap) by @cod-fishing

Legends of Chima: The Forgotten Legends of Chima by @olivescales3

Marvel/MCU: Black and Tan (Bucky x Sarah Wilson) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Crossovers: The Misadventures of Cosplay Man (Danny Phantom x DC Comics Crossover) by Shynnohwen (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: How Dominoes Fall by @frostycatblr-fandom-files Temeura Morrison Study by @keldabekush Cody with Long Hair Art by @rochenn Commander Cody Art by @captora Blade to Blade by @rackcty Anakin and Ahsoka Art by @finpews

The Bad Batch: The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Character Introduction by @amorfista The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Introduction by @amorfista Hunter and Omega Art by @eggdrawsthings Tech Art by @talesfrommedinastation

Critical Role: Caleb Widogast Art by @middimidoris

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko Artwork by @chiptrillino-art

Yonderland: Cake Bake Lady Edith Art by @bahoreal

[stardustandash]

been thinking all week about a Star Wars F1 AU and i gotta share my thoughts!! There's so many i need to put them below a cut but F1 star wars fans come with me to the sandbox and play!

and heads up this is definitely geared towards bad batch fans

99/ DF 99 - Drive Force 99 Livery: black and red Drivers: Tech and Crosshair Principle: Hunter Race Engineers: Cid & Rampart Chief Mechanic: Echo (former driver but a crash took 3 limbs and he’s dedicated to making the safest car on the track) Pit Crew: Wrecker Omega is a junior driver being mentored by Tech

One of the newer teams on the grid, over the three years they’ve been racing they’ve climbed their way to mid-front of the grid. Tech has one win under his belt, and both he and Crosshair have a handful of podiums.

Jedi - Sabertech Jedi Livery: White & Gold Drivers: Anakin and Obi-Wan Principle: Yoda Race Engineers: Rex & Cody

The most dominant team on the grid. They have the highest number of 1-2 finishes ever with these two drivers, and Anakin has been winning by several seconds most races for the last few years. Jedi is one of the oldest teams and Yoda has been team principal for 30 years.

Ghost - Ghost Rebel Racing Livery: Bright orange Drivers: Hera & Sabine Principle: Kallus Race Engineers: Kanan & Ezra Pit Crew: Zeb Team dog: Chopper!! (He frequently escapes the garage to try and bite other team’s pit crews & tires)

Hera is known as one of the best drivers on the grid and usually finishes in the points. The team overall however is solidly middle of the pack. Sabine has a new helmet design nearly every race, and it’s always her own design.

Mantis - Haxion Mantis Livery: Navy Drivers: Cal & Merrin Principle: Greez Race Engineers: Cere & Cordova BD-1 is Cal’s emotional support dog

Mantis debuted this year, and put themselves solidly in the middle of the pack. As well, both their drivers are rookies. A massive gamble, but it appears to be paying off. Cal has been close to top 3 several times, and Merrin’s driving style makes other drivers back off.

Padawan - Padawan ST Livery: sky blue Drivers: Ahsoka & Barriss Principle: Mace Windu Race Engineers: Plo & Luminara

The “junior” team for Jedi, these drivers are being groomed to one day take over the Jedi seats. As such, they are mid-front of the grid. Neither have their maiden win yet, and Ahsoka in particular is vocal about wanting to beat Anakin even as she looks up to him as a mentor.

Run - DP Smuggler’s Run Livery: Forest Green Drivers: Phee & Hondo Principle: Shep Race Engineers: Chewbacca & ??

This team has evolved a lot, and Shep is new as team principal and Phee is new as a driver to this team. Like Hera, Phee is a phenomenal driver despite the car being mid-back of the pack. On the track Phee seems to like testing other drivers - Tech in particular.

TT - Tantiss Technologies Livery: Aqua blue Drivers: Scorch & ? Principal: Nala Se Race Engineers: Hemlock & Emerie

Another team that has changed a lot, this year they gained a name change (formerly Tipoca Tech), and the only person retained on the team was Nala Se. They are focused on engineering the perfect car, and are thought to ignore safety for speed.

Mirrormask Livery: Grey Drivers: Fives & Boba Principle: Jango Race Engineers: Mayday & Kix

Mirrormask is an old team, and Jango used to be their star driver back when they were dominant on the field. Now they’re more a mid-back team but they hope is that rookie Boba can turn things around for him like his father.

Sith - Sith RuleTwo Livery: red Drivers: Ventress & Maul Principle: Dooku Race Engineers: Savage & Talzin

This team could be front of the grid if the drivers could get along with each other. They are more likely to take out each other (or in Maul’s case take himself out going after Obi-Wan) than finish the race. Dooku is hoping to get his drivers in check but it’s not going well so far.

Pods - Pods Racing Livery: tan Drivers: Sebulba & ?? Principle: Watto

If they finish a race it’s considered a miracle. There’s discussion of the whole team being replaced as they are known for playing dirty and using sabotage on their opponents and illegal parts in their cars.

[chicknstripz]

∘₊✧ [[ Sun, Surf & Sand ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing ||  Fives x GN!Reader Word count || 987 Warnings || Brief mentions of PTSD, Fluff, So much fluff. Overview || Self indulgent Fives takes his family to the beach feels, in honour of father's day! 'Fives' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Crashing waves and salty air backdrop your perfect day, the shriek of your little one pulling your attention from your trashy romance novel.

Fives has your toddler by the hand, standing at the water's edge with not a care in the world. He looks so good like this, his tanned skin glowing in the light as he lifts the toddler over another wave. The small girl yells in delight as the water tickles her toes, her interaction with the water managed with care by her doting father. 

Fives doesn't want her to fear water like he does, the endless blue stirring memories of Kamino. He remembers being tossed out to sea, his survival skills tested in a brutal five day training session. He also remembers time spent below the waves, his flash training ill preparing him for deep sea diving. None of it had been enjoyable, the company of his own heartbeat prevailing over every memory, and none of it could hold a candle to the beach he stood upon. Cold unfeeling water had been swapped for warm waves, and complaining brothers had been swapped for a happy family. His little Sarad was smiling at him like he'd hung the stars, all chubby checks and sparkling eyes. And you? He's pretty sure you've never looked prettier. you're laid on a towel with a drink in one hand, and a book in the other - your eyes soft as they catch his. He stops to appreciate the sight for a moment, just long enough for a ware to crest over Sarad's waist. She squeals in surprise and holds tight to him, her little arms barely covering his chest.

"Woah, you alright there lil one?"

She nods, her curls tickling his jaw with each move.

"You sure? We can say hello to your Buir for a bit if you want. Maybe build a sandcastle?” 

She nods again and Fives takes this as a sign she’s done with the water, at least for now. He drops her to her feet once the water laps at his ankles, watching with a smile as she totters up the beach with giggles. He’s not at all surprised to see you’ve pulled out a holorecorder, your form dropped to one knee to get Sarad’s best angle; and he can’t help but tease you as you lift the cam to include him in the shot. 

“Why cyare, I’d never thought you’d ask! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

He watches you roll your eyes, your expression giving away the flush of heat that rises to your cheeks.

“We’re already married, di’kut” “And what if I wanted to marry you again?” He’d marry you a billion times if he could, on as many planets as you wanted. All he wanted was for you to feel loved and appreciated, to know that you’d been and always would be the center of his galaxy. 

“I don’t think it’s entirely necessary ...” “Oh, but it is!” He beams as he cuts you off, happy to watch the effect his words have on you. The subtle shift of weight from side to side, the shift of your brows and lips; it all tells him he’d made you feel warm and happy. “But what about the cost?” “What about it?” “We can’t afford it, not on that ‘pension’ they gave you” Fives scoffs. The republic had decided some years back that his service deserved a soldier’s pension. It was, in his opinion, nothing more than a publicity stunt. The sum was barely enough to repay his vode for years of pain and loss, but it was also better than nothing - which was what they were due to get before Senator Chuchi stepped in. “My brothers will help.” “Fives, I don’t want them paying for something we don’t need.” He drops beside you with a chuckle, gathering Sarad into his arms and settling her atop his crossed legs. The blanket more than protected her from the warm sand, but he was feeling indulgent and protective today; her happy giggles encouraged his internal desire to dote on her. “I didn’t mean it like that. Kix got himself ordained. All we have to do is give him a time and date.” Your eyes widen in shock, then laughter; the expression warming your face as you retrieve a bottle of sun lotion from your bag. “Did he know? Why does that not surprise me.” Fives laughs alongside you, passing a small toy to Sarad to keep her occupied while you cover her skin in a protective layer of lotion. “He said, and I quote. ‘I’m not letting any of you di’kute ruin your cyare’s special day’. Anyone would think we can’t do serious” Your soft laughter turns to guffaws, the sound violent enough to make you snort. He’s not sure why you find it so embarrassing. He loves it when he can elicit this kind of laughter, your form near hunched over as you nurse aching ribs. “I can’t see why he’d think such a thing, I really can’t.” You spend the next few moments in laughter, settling Sarad between you to play with her toys. She’s still too young to understand the concept of making a sandcastle. For her the fun is in the filling of the bucket, and the demolishing of the castle. She doesn’t even wait for her father to say ‘ta-da!’. She’s already pushed her hands into the damp sand with a giggle, pushing the sand about to further explore its texture. “So, you in? Or ...” You lift your head with a shy smile, your eyes full of warm love as you sit on your haunches. “Only on one condition.” “Oh? And what might that be?” “That Echo and Sarad have to be our flower girls” He can't help but mirror your playful smile, his chest blooming with laughter as he reaches over to shake your hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal, cyar'ika.”

[kaminocasey]

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May I please request:

2. “I think I might be in love with you.”

With ARC Echo x g/n reader?

Something sweet, a little steamy, and full of feels, if that strikes your fancy?

Thank youuuu darling!!!!!!

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THANK YOU STEPH!!!! YOU'RE THE SWEETEST AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so grateful to have you as a friend!! <3 Also, I love thinking about Arc Echo. I hope this portrayed something sweet, a little steamy, and full of feels??

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Nudity, Sexual themes?, Fluff for sure.

WC: 900

A/N: I promise that I'm gonna start seriously working on the follower celebration requests!! <3 Very excited about them!!!

“Echo. Wake up.” You murmur, looking at your holoclock on the wall.

Kix had told you if you were late again, he’d make sure that you didn’t see the field for at least a month. And you couldn’t have that. You preferred to be in the field so you could keep better tabs on your partner’s wellbeing. 

“We’re going to be late.” You groan, throwing yourself out of bed.

“Five more minutes.” Echo rolls over. 

Looking down at his sleepy form, you can’t help but smile. The sun is shining perfectly through the blinds in your room, casting a glow over Echo’s tan skin. Unable to help yourself, you climb back into bed and pepper a line of kisses up his warm back until you get to his shoulder. 

He hums under your touch. “More please.”

You roll your eyes, amused. “Greedy.” 

He rolls over, pulling you into his arms, grinning at you. “You’re so pretty.” 

“You’re just saying that so we don’t get out of bed for five more minutes.” You kiss his chest. 

He pulls your chin up toward him so he can kiss your lips. You would absolutely stay in bed with Echo all day if you could. Unfortunately, you two had way too much going on for you to just call in sick. Though, that idea will remain in the back of your mind for another day.

“You’re absolutely right.” He smirks.

Climbing on top of him, sliding your hands up his chest, one of your hands sliding over his handprint tattoo on one side and the other hand sliding over his domino tattoo on the other side, you start to go to cup his face but he sits up and wraps his arms around you, your naked bodies pressing together. Echo crushes his lips to yours and you sigh into it, melting instantly.

“I’d do this all day if I could.” He murmurs. 

“I know, me too.” You whisper against his lips. 

The way that you crave him couldn’t be considered normal, right? It’s like your body stays on constant alert for him. The moment that you’re near him, you feel calm again. 

“What if we call-” He tries.

“Nope. Too late.” You shake your head. 

“Ugh.” He pouts and you can’t help but let out a soft laugh as you kiss his pouty lips.

“What if I promise to cook you dinner tonight?” You ask, trying to make it better so he’ll get out of bed.

“Will you do it naked?” He smirks, running his warm calloused hands up your bare back. 

“Absolutely not.” You roll your eyes. “That’s such a safety hazard.” 

“Such a medic answer.” He groans, playfully.

It’s true. You’re constantly weighing the outcome of things, safety-wise.

“Do you have any idea how many accidents could happen in a kitchen? Adding nudity to the mix-” You start to lecture him.

“Hey, hey. I was just kidding.” He grins at you before peppering your bare chest with soft kisses. 

“Yeah well… your inability to think about the safety of things is such an arc trooper thing to-” You start to argue with him but he quickly flips you over on your back and starts kissing you to shut you up.

Unfortunately, it works because your whole brain goes fuzzy like it always does when it comes to Echo kissing you. You’ve been in love with this man since the first time you ever fixed him up in the med tent on his first campaign as an arc trooper. 

Still not having told Echo that you love him, scared of him telling you that he’s not ready for something so serious, you keep your feelings to yourself. 

The way that he holds you and looks at you, though, always has you wondering if he may feel the same way.

“You’re so beautiful.” He nudges his nose against your jaw.

“You are.” You look at him, seriously. 

You mean it. He’s so fucking pretty, you’ll never not want to look at him. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest against yours, you can’t look away from him. 

It’s as if something changes between you two. 

“What is it-” You start to ask.

“I think I might be in love with you.” He admits, a little rushed.

“You think?” You quirk an eyebrow up.

“I am. I don’t know why I said ‘think’... I’m definitely in love with you.” He smiles, slightly shyly, like he was the first day you met, but with a hint of confidence.

He means it. 

“I’m in love with you.” You tell him, never having been more sure of anything in your life. 

Echo was the only person you’ve ever wanted like this. No one could ever possibly compare. It just isn’t possible. He’s the sun that you wake up for every single morning, and to him you’re the moon that he wants to come home for every single night. 

“You mean that?” He whispers.

“I wish there were more words to convey just how in love with you I am… Perhaps they’ve not been written yet.” You look into his eyes, trying to will him to understand just how much you belong to him.

“Cyare…” He murmurs before crushing his lips to yours again.

Maybe you and Echo could call in late just this one time. You have a feeling that whatever consequence you face back at work would be worth it. 

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[blackkatmagic]

Ah! The intro to Lando! And a coming date night with Kix and Rex! And Kix completely into sweaty shirtless Agen and Agen being clueless and Fox being like "this kriffing idiot brother of mine"! And THE VAMBRACES! This chapter was adorable and the smile on my face was so big the entire time.

Also Agen moving forward with a new lightsaber, wanting to honor the joy of the time he had with Tan. 😭

Agen, an empath strong enough to be on Jedi High Council: My boyfriend is acting strange while I am shirtless and sweaty. I feel distress from him. It must be the heat, obviously.

But more seriously, yeah, Agen is very much moving on from the deep grief that led him to forge his first double crystal lightsaber, and it's like. He's not going to give up Tan's crystal, because it's a piece of Tan. But he can incorporate it into something that wasn't built solely out of terrible, wretched mourning, and it's a sign that he's recovering. Even in the middle of the war, he's finding a path forward, and all the people around him (and his bond with Aram to a degree) are helping with that.

[ao3feed-obikin]

Fluffy accident

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50338723 by Sunkissed_Sky Una semana de pesadilla al lado de un General tan suave como el algodón. Words: 1540, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: CT-6116 | Kix, CC-2224 | Cody, Ahsoka Tano, Mace Windu, Luminara Unduli, Yoda (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, CT-7567 | Rex Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: BunnyWan, Fluff, War, Fluff and Angst, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50338723

[myakkoh]

14. miracle and hope 👀👀

Kix/Agen - Modern with Magic AU with Kix, an injured Agen, and Tan encouraging Kix to reach out and confess. There’s a small problem with that, though.

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“For the record,” Kix says dryly, once he’s managed to get Agen lying down on the floor to prevent more movement. The white marks lay stark against dark skin like they’re thorns, too attached, ragged breathing and soft groans reaching his ears. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Of course,” Tan says flatly, glances towards Agen with a worried look. “He’s definitely not your boyfriend.”

“He already has someone,” Kix says steadily and ignores the pangs of his heart. There’s already an orb absorbing the curse taking course in Agen’s body, the shallow breathing slowly evening out into a steady beat. The white marks are slowly fading, but it’ll take a couple of hours at the least.

From the white marks, it’s been cast by one of the Nightsisters, considering how fast it spreads. The Nightsisters prefer a fast death, even if they’re associated with the Sith, but their curses are easy to get out. A Sith’s curse would be slower and more painful, harder to get out and destroy.

“You know he died years ago,” Tan points out and doesn’t flinch when Kix turns a glare on him. A credit to the kid, especially when he’s been training under one of the best agents in the Republic. “Dad seems more happier with you nowadays.”

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he mutters halfheartedly, but he feels the familiar flush of red creeping up his neck. Kix isn’t going to lie; Agen is hot, beautiful, someone who deserves the best and Kix isn’t the one who can give him that.

His heart aches from the obvious fact, but he ignores it, places a hand on the man’s chest and feels the curse withering away to the orb.

“I’m not lying,” Tan says lightly, like he knows something Kix doesn’t. “You should ask him out. Your pining is painful to watch–”

“Your father is still in love with him,” Kix interrupts, feels slightly mortified that Tan has managed to catch on. “I’m not going to do that to him, not when he’s still hurting.”

[elcarimercanto]

CLONE WARS BEACH DAY HEADCANONS:

Padme takes the group on a much needed beach day on Naboo near the lake house

Ahsoka uses this as an opportunity to make fun of Anakin for the whole "sand line" (Padme told her about it)

Anakin complains about the sand on the way there, and Ahsoka's snarky comments.

Obi wan drowns it out with the vodka he brought

Cody is making sure he doesn't drink too much

Once there all the clones strip to their swim trunks

Obi wan tells everyone they need to wait until they have sunscreen on, Anakin goes "no I'm going in now!" Obi wan yells no, but Anakin has already ran into the water.

Fives and Hardcase run after to join him.

Obi wan sighs and goes to lay down in the lounge chair so he can actually relax.

Ahsoka soon goes in the water with water guns and attacks Anakin.

Anakin came prepared and grabs one too.

Padme lays a towel down on the sand and lays there to tan.

Anakin stares at her mesmerized while Obi wan pretends not see because he just doesn't care enough right now.

Echo sits and reads a book in the shade until Jesse and Fives splash water on it, so Echo gets up in rage and has no choice but to follow them into the water so he can attempt to drown them.

Kix stops him before he can because he really does not want to do mouth to mouth cpr on Fives.

Rex is trying to keep everything under control but gives up 5 minutes in and decides to have fun.

Tup doesn't want to get his hair wet but Fives obviously ends up dumping water on him.

Anakin and Ahsoka's goal for the end of the day is get obi wan wet. *Spoiler Alert* They succeed, and Obi wan almost kills them.

When the day is over the group all sits on the beach and watches the sunset, while Anakin and Padme try and fail not to make goo goo eyes at each other, Ahsoka and Rex are leaning on each other (platonically), Obi wan is only slightly drunk and all the clones are in awe.(Except Dogma, pretty sure he doesn't show emotion.)

Maybe I'll make a part two talking about each of their swim suits/outfits. We'll see. 🤷‍♀️

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[milfbailorgana]

“The animated clones aren’t whitewashed!” “It’s just the lighting!” “You’re just picking the pictures of Temuera Morrison where he looks really tan! The clones would be pale because they wear armor all day”

Let me stop you right there.

These are meant to be the exact same man in the exact same lighting. Are you seriously telling me the animated Cody doesn’t look any paler or more white than the live action Cody?

Now those are terrible quality pictures because my phone decided to mess up when I screenshotted them, so let’s look at some other photos.

From here on out, let’s completely ignore skin tone.

Here’s a picture of Temuera Morrison:

What do we see? First off, incredibly curly hair. Those curls are tight and very clear, even when his hair is short.

Now let’s look at Kix here:

His hair is very clearly straight. It would take minimal effort to add some curl texture to that cut.

“Now,” you might be saying, “the show started in 2008, they didn’t have the technology to make curly hair back then!”

I’m not an expert in animation back in the 2000s but that sounds an awful lot like you’re making excuses. And regardless, it’s not like they’re not still doing it now. Take a look at Howzer here, he was introduced in episode 11 of the Bad Batch.

Also terrible picture quality but incredibly straight hair.

Now, let’s take another look at Temuera:

Look at his nose this time. It’s very flat, very round, there are no harsh edges.

Now let’s look at fives:

It’s weirdly pointed. There’s no roundness to it. Whilst it is shaped vaguely like Temuera’s it’s like someone told the animators they weren’t allowed to use curved lines. It’s weird.

Now finally, one more picture of Temuera:

Now let’s look at his face shape. It’s pretty soft. You can see his cheekbones but they aren’t super prominent. Same with his jaw and his chin too. Nothing is super sharp or pointed.

Now let’s look at Cody again:

(Taking one detour here to say look at how pointy and sharp that nose is.) Look at how sharp all his features are. Pointed jawline, pointy chin, incredibly sharp cheekbones.

What I’m trying to say here is it’s literally not hard to see the ways the clones are whitewashed without even looking at skin tone. Now I’m white, I’m not the authority on this. This is what I’ve noticed from listening to poc creators on this app. I implore you guys to do your own research. Star Wars was white washing its clones long before the bad batch.

[jt-artsandfics]

Can I get a match up with a clone trooper? I'm 5"5, have gray eyes, brown hair I die blonde, and my hair almost reaches my hips. I have freckles on my nose, and I have very very lightly sun tanned skin. I'm not skinny but not chunky either, I play rugby and I snowboard. I love nature and animals. I'm sarcastic and sassy, I talk to much, I love hard and fast, I'm loyal, I have trust issues. I have a dirty mind and I'm a nerd. I love history, read, writing, singing, dancing, sweet foods (I'm always snacking) I like traveling but also love a good movie binge. Loyalty, honesty, trust and communication is important to me in a relationship. I love to cuddle. I have a temper and a mind of my own that can get me in trouble but you really have to push my buttons for that side of me to show. Hope this is enough info on me! Thanks!

I match you with... Captain Rex

Rex has known you almost as long as he has known Padme, he met you when he had occupied Anakin to visit the senator.

The two of you seemed to hit it off almost instantly.

He has come to you over many of his worries about the war, his team and his own mental health. He trust you more then anyone.

By the force he hates when he has to leave for missions he'd much rather be in your arms then out in gun fire.

Anakin knows about your relationship with his captain and he keeps it a secret and covers for him when he disappears after beign away on a long haul mission.

At this point Rex has a key to your apartment. He basically lives there when he is planet side.

Gods you miss him when he isn't there. You miss his present in bed not having another body beside yours some nights are harder then others missing the man you love and wondering if he is even alive.

His favourite things to come back home to is cuddling you on the couch and watching movies, it keeps him our of his head and it means he's back for a while and able to spend time with you even if it's just a night.

Some nights you have to make sure he goes to bed because he's so busy working on reports that he doesn't even realise how many cups of Caf he's gone thought.

Other times its waking him from his night terrors from botched missions.

He's a very sweet man and deserves the galaxy and some times he doesn't know why you put up with him but he loves you despite everything.

Rex and the rest of the 501st stand ready on the shuttle ship. The general stands with them as the ship takes off into he sky. "So boys what's your plan once we get back to Coruscant" Anakin ask trying to lighten the mood after the hells they had all been thought.

"Heading to 79s I'm gonna enjoy a nice drink and dance before we get deployed again" Kix says which gets a few cheers from the others. "I'm planning on sleeping for the next few night in a real bed" Echo states which gets him a slap on the shoulder from Fives who smiles as he goes to say something only for him to be cut off by Jesse. "Can it Fives no one cares that you are going to find a lay" this makes the squad break into a laugh.

"What about you captain, what are you going to do with your leave" Anakin ask knowing full well where he would be heading.

"I intend to have a long hot shower and work on reports, perhaps watch a holo and then proceed to pass out" he says which gets a few groans from he others. "Come on captain you should join us at 79s for a night lighten up and maybe meet a night guy or gal, it do you and the galaxy some good" Fives says. "Not all of us are party animals on leave Fives" Echo says back to his brother.

Rex's legs tiredly carry him thought the familiar streets of Coruscant. His armor clacking as he continues up stairs case after stair case until he comes to the door to his home. He opens it quietly knowing how late it is. Walking in he closes the door and flicks the lights on to be met with the empty living room. He sighs in relief knowing that your in bed asleep.

He makes his way toward the bathroom where he discards his armor and then his blacks before climbing into the warm water. His muscles relax from the tension he didn't even know he had in them. He stands in the shower for galaxies only know how long before he feels a set of soft hands run over his shoulder blades. "Rex your home" your voice calls lightly as he leans into your touch. "I'm home cyar'ika" he says with closed eyes.

"You sound like crap rex" you say which makes him laugh lightly as he turns around to face you. His eyes reflect his affection. "I thought you were asleep" "I was but I heard you come in I wasn't going to miss seeing you" you reply as you pull him in for a kiss which makes him melt into your touch.

"Can we just stay light this for a while" he ask while wrapping his arms around you. "Ofcorse we can Rex"

[echos-newlegs]

Alright so this is a little different from what I have been doing, but it has been on my MIND. I swear I am working on requests too, writing a spicy Tech fic rn.

But anyways.

Due to this post by @spaceydragons I have come up with a series of headcanons for my beloved Echo, but as a country boy because as a country-ish girl myself I love them. (Was fr late to work the other day because of a farmer and his flock of geese on the road and had to help him chase them back into their pin. It had just rained so they were running to the ditch when he didn't get the gate shut all the way 😭)

But enough stories, have this series of headcanons because I feel no one would like a story over it LMAO

If you want me to do a differentcharacter for this au, just shoot me a message, ask, or a comment!! I have ideas for the rest of TBB and some other clone boys and even some Generals 😌

Sorry this is LONG

Echo would be the type that would take you out fishing your first date.

He is a bit shy and awkward, but fishing is something that doesn't need a lot of talking, but you can.

It is something that is peaceful and relaxing, plus he can help you if need be.

Or you can even help him.

I feel like he would absolutely love hunting with you too!

Not hunting with guns, but hunting for different herbs or foods.

He wouldn't be opposed to hunting animals, but it isn't always his cup of tea.

I headcanon that maybe he and all the rest of TBB were in a war, but they made it out.

Echo lost his arm and legs to it.

Which fives told you when you first met them. "Yep, the war cost my buddy an arm and TWO legs."

Echo was not amused and wanted to beat up Fives for embarrassing him in front of a pretty lady.

He is very insecure about his prosthetics at first, but after you assure him that you think they're unique and what makes him, him. He thinks he absolutely wants to die for you.

Plus you admire the fact that he can still do the things he loves even with a fake arm. Which he doesn't always put on around you after you reassure him a few times that it's fine.

He would definitely brag you up if you caught a big ass fish.

"Oh, you caught that? That ain't NOTHIN' compared to what my girl caught down at the lake the other night. 'Bout the size of her arm!"

This may be me being biased, but he would love night fishing too.

He would put his pole up sometimes just to hold you in his lap while you let your line set in the water.

Just admiring the feel of you pressed against his chest and the way the moon light reflected off your features.

He would also love sleeping with you in a hammock.

Unless it's hotter than all get out.

Then he'd stick to two separate hammocks while the two of you talked and slowly dozed off for an afternoon nap.

He also seems like the gardener of the group along with Wrecker.

He would have a mad green thumb with his gentle giant brother.

Though Wrecker would prefer the flowers, while Echo would be more for the fruits and veggies.

Echo would be in close contact with the 501st still, as well.

Taking you over to meet his other brothers. Meet their families and friends as well.

You and Fives would click with the 501st just as well as you do the Bad Batch, and Echo would love you even more for it.

Tbh in this hc I feel TBB would be more the hillbillies and the other clone units. Especially the 501st would be the farming/rancher types.

So Echo would have traits from both.

He would take you for a ride in the tractor, too 😏

He would let you feed the animals and play with the dogs.

Rex would absolutely love you as well. For the fact you're so nice to them and help them out even when Echo isn't around, AND the fact that you are taking care of his brother.

"I haven't seen him this happy since I upped his and Fives' rank."

You would feel absolutely amazing about yourself.

Until Hardcase and Jesse demanded you cook them all a meal.

To which you would, but you'd deep down hate it only for the fact they could all eat a fucking horse, each.

You would be cooking most the night when all the boys got together.

Echo would help out, along with some of his other brothers you trusted in the kitchen.

Like Kix, Tup, and especially Fives.

No one knew how Fives was such a damned good cook, but he was.

Echo would watch you braid Tups hair and make a mental not to let his hair grow out longer.

He loves it when you run your fingers over his shorter hair, but the way Tup seemed to be nearly falling asleep against your thing as he sat on the floor in between your legs while you sat in the chair and braided his hair? He knew he'd love it.

So this actually happened to my uncle 💀. But I feel like Echo would lose his prosthetics as least once. Say he has an old truck, but he loves it? Yeah there's a hole in the floor and "PULL OVER THERE GOES MY FUCKING LEG-" "AGAIN?? ECHO-"

Okay, okay. But imagine- you, Echo, and TBB all going for drives to the lake???

I feel like everyone but Echo and Crosshair would fully submerge themselves underwater on hot days.

Cross seems like he wouldn't enjoy it much. Maybe a little? But I deadass feel like he can't swim.

This may be me projecting my own fears onto Echo(I do that sometimes.) But I really feel like he would be scared of deep waters. Even before he lost his limbs.

He only sits near the water and occasionally goes in with you, but you have to be right next to him at all times while holding his hand

Plus he won't let it go past his mid calve.

Echo would most definitely make you stuff too!

You want a new coffee table?

Bam, him and Tech made you a new one.

It's your anniversary?

Well lookie there, you have a necklace he made just for you!

He would also spoil you.

Even if he doesn't have the most money, he would do little things that meant the world to you.

OKAY OKAY- BUT PROPER DATE NIGHTS-

THey would be little picnics outdoors on a blanket with you favorite sandwiches and drink 🥺🥺

He would wear a buttoned up flannel and blue jeans with cowboy boots because they are easy to slip over his prosthetics.

You unbutton his flannel to find nothing underneath 😏

Oh, and I do feel he would have scarring from the explosion. Which I always hc him with.

He would also have a mega bad farmers tan, because same.

He'd melt each time you trace his scars and nearly malfunction when you kiss them 😩

In conclusion, he would be the best country boyfriend.

[pro-fangirls-unsocial-life]

HEAR ME OUT: KIX BUT WITH MORE TATTOOS, I WANNA TRACE THEM 🥺👀🥵

DUDE YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE. (Am I going to become the tattoo blog cause I am totally ok with that lmao) Also sorry that this took so long to finally get to you. Things have been so crazy the past few weeks and I needed a bit of time to sort stuff out (and move hooray!!) and I just want to thank you so much for your patience❤ Also... this kind of got away from me. So instead of the drabble I originally had planned you are getting a 4131 word fic. I hope you enjoy!! (Also a bit of a side note, I plan on doing a smutty sequel to this in the future so... say what you will about that lol)

Also a HUGE thank you to @captainrexisboo for all of your help on this. I never would have gotten this finished without your unbelievable support.

Medical Canvas

Kix x Reader

Warnings: brief mentions of injury and the first half is just packed with ✨sexual tension and steamy stuff✨

How Kix had talked you into sparing with him, you had no idea. Five minutes ago, you had just been doing your stretches to warm up and now here you were. A sore side from missing an easy block and a small crowd that you could see betting on who would win between the two of you.

 In all honesty, you thought that you had a fair shot at winning. You had managed to get a couple of good hits in and after working alongside the medic for so long, the two of you could practically predict what the other would do.

 “Getting tired yet?” he asked with a smug smile and heavy breaths.

The two of you kept rotating around each other, fists raised in front of your faces and sweat covering your bodies as occasional cheers came from the edge of the mat.

 You let out a sharp laugh. “Not on your life, pretty boy.” You returned his smirk and lunged in, flinging your fists out just for them to be blocked.

 Jumping back, you kept your eyes on him, trying to gauge what his next move would be. “Oh! Well, if you find me so pretty, let’s try to avoid the money maker, shall we?” He gestured to his face, giving you a wink.

 Oh, you knew this game. You and Kix had been playing it ever since you first laid eyes on each other. Teasing and flirting shamelessly with one another while avoiding actually addressing the tension and want that had steadily grown between the two of you.

 The rest of the 501st could see it. How teasing jabs had turned into lingering touches and stolen glances. It was the reason behind the biggest betting pool in the 501st. When would the two of you finally stop being so oblivious to the others obvious pining and just do it already?

 Jesse was the one who would change his bet the most. Every time he saw the two of you interacting, his timeline would change, and this time was no different. He had taken one look at you and Kix on the mat and immediately commed Rex to change his bet to within the next thirty minutes.

 All of this was unknown to the both of you of course. You simply saw it as the guys trying to make some easy money off of each other while you and Kix spared.

 “Ha! The money maker? I’d say those gorgeous hands of yours would be good enough to get the job done for you.” You laughed mischievously as you saw more credits being passed on the side of the mat.

 Squaring your stance, you took a deep breath, readying yourself for your next move. Might as well make it interesting.

 Kix chuckled. “Sweetheart, if you want to see what these hands can do—”

 You spun around, bringing your foot to Kix’s side in an attempt at a roundhouse kick. But he was too fast. He grabbed your leg and wrestled you to the floor, straddling your waist. The wind was knocked out of you as your back hit the mat and before you knew what was happening, Kix had your wrists pinned above your head, his face just centimeters away from yours.

 He angled his brows at you and gives you a smooth look. “—all you have to do is ask.”

 His heavy breathing fans over your face, alerting you to how close he actually was to you. You could smell him. The earthy musk that all troopers seemed to carry that mixed so perfectly with the sterile scent of the medbay to create an intoxicating aroma that you just had to breathe in, replacing the dingy smell of the gym that you had grown to ignore.

 The weight of his body is keeping you flat against the mat and your eyes go wide as you feel your face start to heat up. Your skin burns under his touch, sending sparks flying through your nerves and not letting your eyes break their lock on his face.

 He stops smiling and his eyes go wide as he realizes the position that the two of you are in. The cheers and curses coming from the edge of the mat are all muffled, not breaking through the trance you had been thrust into as your heart rate spiked into your ears.

 You don’t know how long the two of you stayed frozen against each other on the floor and you didn’t care. All that mattered to you in that moment was Kix and how much you wanted to feel his soft lips against your own. You glanced down at them, immediately bringing your eyes back to his and hoping that he hadn’t noticed your slip up. He was one of your best friends. Surely, he didn’t feel the same way. You didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

 You heard him let in a sharp gasp before his eyes bolted to your lips and then back up to meet your eyes. Suddenly, all of your thoughts were halted when he lunged forward, hungrily capturing your lips with his in a burning kiss that had your heart leaping out of your chest.

 The room fell silent as all eyes turned to stare at what was happening in front of them, but the two of you did not care. For all you knew, you were the only people in the universe at that moment. All you could see, all you could hear, all you could feel, was him.

 Something in him broke, causing him to let out a deep moan as his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, begging to get more of the sweet cherry taste of your chapstick that had almost been overpowered by the salty sweat that covered both of your bodies while your hands fought against the hold he had on your wrists. You wanted to touch him, to feel the way his muscles moved as he was pressing up against you and to get more of the buzzing sensation of his skin against yours.

 Kix lets out a deep groan that vibrates throughout his chest, keeping your wrists pinned with one hand and sliding his other down your arm until he is cupping the back of your neck.

 “Stars you two, get a room.”

 Gasping for air as Kix pulled away from you, you turned your head to see Jesse standing over the two of you. A smug, satisfied look plastered across face and his arms crossed against his chest.

 Kix whips his head back to you, his breathing still heavy.

 “My quarters?” you breathe out.

 His eyes darken as a lustful smirk makes its way across his features. “Oh, absolutely,” he growls, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

 He releases your wrists and crawls off of you before running off to get his things from the other side of the gym. You rush over to the edge of the mat, picking up your bag as Jesse trails behind you, the arrogant and knowing grin still displayed on his face.

 “I should thank you. You just made me a lot of money.”

 You turn to him confused. “What?”

 Kix runs back up to you, taking your hand in his and gently pulling you toward the door.

 Jesse starts laughing, bringing his hand down to hold his sides. “I’ll tell you later.”

 With that, you shrug and start walking as fast as you can back to your quarters. As you pass by other troopers on your way there, you see eyes widen as they catch a glimpse of your hand entwined with Kix’s. Faces rise and fall and you see credits being exchanged between a few of the men you pass. You glance at Kix as you lead him through the halls toward your room. “I think that there was a betting ring on when we would get together,” you say with a laugh.

 He chuckles. “Yeah. I was thinking the same thing.”

 You round the corner and finally make it to your quarters about halfway down the hallway. Letting go of his hand, you quickly input the code and the door whooshes open. Pulling him inside by the collar of his blacks, you both immediately drop your bags to the floor as your lips collide.

 Kix reaches behind him, feeling around until he finds the door panel. You hear the locks click and feel his hands trail their way down your body, gently squeezing whatever part of you he can reach as they make their way, until they stop on your thighs. His fingers tap you twice and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

 The kiss never breaks as he walks forward, stopping once your back has hit the wall and you let out a small sound at the force of the freezing metal meeting with your hot skin. He breaks away, leaving you gasping for air and missing the subtle minty taste of him as he starts trailing kisses down your neck, stopping at your pulse point to lightly bite at the skin there.

 A small, breathy whimper of his name falls from your lips as his teeth continue to drag across your sensitive skin. You can feel him smirking against you as his hands dip under the fabric of your shirt and slowly slide it up until he gets it off and throws it across the room. “You’re so impatient mesh’la,” he growls as he starts aggressively marking your now exposed collarbone, desperate to push more pleading sounds out of you. His fingers start teasing your waistband sending sparks shooting up your spine as he presses delicate kisses against the tender spot he had just finished making.

 Clawing at his shirt, you start pulling it up, exposing the tanned skin of his stomach. “Off.”

 Chuckling, one of his hands comes up to cup your face, his thumb traveling along the line of your jaw, while the other travels down to your hip, placing it in a tight hold. He fiercely kisses you as your hands continue to try and pull his shirt off. “Very impatient,” he snarls out between kisses. He rolls his hips against yours, pushing a whine out of you. “Patience cyar’ika,” he murmurs against you. “I want to take my time with you mesh’la.”

 You let go of his shirt, bringing one of your hands up to grab his jaw and force his dark eyes to meet with yours, giving you a brief moment of dominance. “Stop teasing.” Your lips crash into his, a lewd moan escaping you at the way his breathing speeds up. You take his bottom lip between your teeth before pulling away and looking into his lust filled eyes. Giving a small tug to the fabric you bat your eyes at him. “And take this off.”

 “Alright,” he teases. “But only because I can’t deny a gorgeous thing like you.” He reaches his hands up and starts pulling the fabric at the base of his head up, exposing his stomach and lower back once again as your lips collide in another bruising kiss. Suddenly, a high-pitched beeping comes from Kix’s bag. Neither of you pay it any attention, too caught up in each other’s desperate panting and shameless moans as you continue to kiss each other until a muffled voice comes from the bag.

 “Hey vod, I know you’re probably busy making Jesse a rich man, but I need you in the medbay. Hardcase and Echo accidentally blew themselves up again and have some legs that need to be set.”

 Kix groans and pulls away from you, his head falling back to look at the ceiling. “I’m going to kill those two.” He gives you an apologetic look before stepping away from the wall, holding onto your midsection as you lower your legs back to the floor.

 Giving you one last kiss, he walks over to his bag and digs around until he finds his comm. “Rex, those two better be dying by the time I get there, or I am going to kill them myself,” he snaps, his jaw clenched in frustration.

 You chuckle, walking over and picking your shirt up off of the floor where Kix had thrown it.

 “Based on how out of breath you sound, I don’t blame you.” He lets out a small laugh. “See you in a minute vod.”

 Kix tosses his comm back in his bag and straightens up before turning to you and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. Those two—”

 You bring your hand up to rest over his still rapidly beating heart and place a light kiss on his lips. “It’s fine Kix.” You reach behind him and unlock the door, letting it whoosh open. Leaning forward, you settle your lips right under his ear and whisper against his neck. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you finish.” You playfully bite down on the skin under your lips, pressing a kiss on the newly formed mark you had just made before pulling back to face him.

 His eyes widen, and a playful smirk overtakes his features. “Well then, I’ll see you later cyare.” He takes your hand in his and presses a kiss against your knuckles before heading off toward the medbay.

 “I can’t wait,” you call down the hallway after him, smiling at the glance he throws over his shoulder before he rounds the corner and is out of your sight.

 You turn back inside, picking up your bag and starting to put stuff away while you mumble to yourself. “If he doesn’t kill them, then I sure will.”

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It was about five hours later when a knock came at your door. For some reason, today was the day that everyone decided to get injured so the medbay had been constantly busy once Kix had gotten there.

 One of the mechanics had his arm pinned under a ship when the jack he had it held up with snapped (thanks to the Republic buying cheap equipment). Someone at the gym got a concussion after a spar got a little rough. Some poor shinie had slipped in the mess and cracked his head open on one of the tables.

 Luckily, it was your day off as the on-call medic, so the only things you had to worry about were the reports that were coming across your desk from all of these medbay visits. But that also meant that Kix was getting all of the hard work in the medbay.

 When you opened the door to your quarters, you were met with a Kix that looked dead on his feet.

 “Long day?” Reaching up to trace his features, you gave him a light kiss and gently pulled him inside.

 He nodded, bringing a hand up to rub his face. “I’m so sorry mesh’la but can I take a raincheck? I’m just so kriffing tired and just want to rest right now.” He was tense. His shoulders were pulled up toward his ears and he stood stiffly in front of you.

 You hummed, pulling him toward your bed. “I thought you might be, so I had a better idea.” Giving him a soft smile, you pushed on his shoulders until he was sitting on the edge of your bed. “Take off your shirt. I’ll be right back.”

 He looks up at you in confusion. “Cyare, I don’t think—”

 Pressing a kiss against his lips, you grasp one of the hands he has in his lap and rub your thumb over his knuckles that are rough and dry after a full day of constantly washing his hands. You bring your forehead against his and look into his eyes. “Trust me.”

 Turning away from him, you walk into the small refresher that is attached to your room and pull out a bottle of lotion that smells like fresh honey. You begin walking back out into your room, rolling up your sleeves to your elbows. “I thought you’d be tense so I—”

 You stop dead in your tracks, seeing Kix stiffly sitting on the edge of your bed, his shirt laid out next to him.

 “Cyare? You ok?” Kix stands up and walks over to your frozen form, placing his hands on either side of your arms and rubbing small crescent shapes with his thumbs.

 Your eyes stay fixed on his chest, not leaving it as he stands in front of you. “I didn’t know you had more tattoos,” you squeak out, barely above a whisper.

 Kix looks down at the red medic symbol that covers the entire left half of his chest over his heart before meeting your eyes once again. “Do… Do you like it?” He begins to worry his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for your answer.

 Your hand comes up and lightly starts tracing the symbol, outlining it and then brushing your fingers over the parts that are filled in, leaving goosebumps on his skin in the wake of your gentle touch. “Very much.”

 He clears his throat, it suddenly becoming dry as you trap him under your stare. “Oh. Y-yeah. I got them not long after I joined the 501st.”

 Whipping your head up, your eyes go wide. “Them?”

 “Um. Yeah,” he stutters hesitantly, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. “I have a couple on my back too.”

 His back. You shook your head and brought your hand down from off his chest, remembering what you were doing. “Oh. Right. Um, how does a massage sound? You seem tense.”

 He sighs, bringing his hands up to hold your face and lightly kissing your forehead as he angles it forward. “Honestly? That sounds amazing.”

 Pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, you take a step toward the bed. “Good,” you beam. “Lie down on your stomach and get comfortable.”

 Kix walks over to the bed, slipping his boots off before he crawls up so that his head is near the pillows close to the wall. He grabs one and crosses his arms under it before letting his head come to rest there. He lets out a deep sigh and shimmies a bit before settling.

 You gently press on his lower back. “Is it ok if I sit here?”

 His eyes are closed and for a moment, you think that he has fallen asleep already before he cracks his eyes open and gives you a small smirk. “You can sit anywhere if it means those pretty hands are gonna touch me.”

 Rolling your eyes, you quietly laugh, straddling his waist and squirting some of the lotion into your hands. As you rub them together to heat it up, you let your eyes travel over the smooth expanse of his toned back. His midsection steadily rises and falls with his breath, and there are scars that occasionally disrupt the path your eyes follow up his back. Then, your eyes fall still when they look between his shoulders.

 A grey, Republic cog that sits between his shoulder blades, taking up almost all of the space there and blue geometric markings that come down either side of it and angle away from his spine once they reach the bottom of the symbol. They stop about halfway down his back and break off before a small blue dot ends the lines.

 You begin rubbing the lotion onto Kix’s lower back, kneading the muscles there.

 The sweet smell of the lotion combines with his irresistible scent and the bacta that inevitably made its way onto his pants as you work it across his warm skin, causing you to have to suppress a shiver as you take in as much of it as you can in a single breath.

 He lets out an obscene groan and his eyes flutter shut the second your hands start working their way across his skin.

 You giggle, still working your hands over his back, feeling the tension disappear with your work. “Feel good?”

 He groans again as your hands work their way up his back. “Feels amazing,” he sighs.

 For a while, you work in silence, the only sound being your steady breathing and the occasional groan from Kix when you work over a particularly tense area.

 You squirt more of the sweet-smelling lotion into your hands, making sure to warm it up before running them over Kix’s back once again. “Kix?” Your voice is questioning and soft, not wanting to disturb him if he has fallen asleep.

 “Hmm?” he hums out.

 Trailing your hands over the tattoos on his back, you tap your fingers on them, letting Kix know what you are about to ask. “Jesse and Hardcase?”

 “M-hm.” He lets out a relaxed sigh as your hands begin tracing over the markings like they had with the medic symbol on his chest.

 “Mind if I ask about the story behind them?”

 He cracks an eye open, peering over his shoulder and meeting your stare before settling back down and closing his eyes. “Not at all cyare.”

 You begin to massage the muscles around the tattoos, occasionally stopping to just trace over them.

 “It was pretty early on in the war when I joined the 501st.” He breaths out a short laugh. “Commander Tano wasn’t even here yet. But because I was trained on Kamino as a medic, and because things were pretty rough at the beginning, all of my batchmates were sent to different battalions, so I didn’t really know any of the troopers in the 501st. But Jesse and Hardcase, well, they made me feel welcome and always had my back. We all got here at about the same time and just… clicked. Always knew exactly what the other one needed.” He laughs. “Hell, I probably wouldn’t be here now if those two hadn’t saved my ass more times than I can count.”

 For a brief instant you stop your movements, gazing at the soft smile on his face.

 “They’re my best friends and I know that they’ll always be watching my back, no matter where any of us are.”

 Your fingers lightly trace the tattoos one more time, gracing over every outline and filling in every shape. “That’s… That’s so sweet. I never knew that. I-I mean, I knew that you guys were close, but I just assumed that it’s because you joined the 501st at the same time.”

 He hums. “They have the same tattoos you know. Jesse has me and Hardcase and Hardcase had me and Jesse. We’re all watching each other’s backs. Makes us feel safer, you know?”

 You sit up, trailing your hands down until they are resting on Kix’s lower back. “Well,” you say leaning forward, “I’m glad that they do.” Then, you begin pressing gentle kisses against his skin, outlining the tattoos one final time. “Because it makes me feel better knowing that you’ve got such amazing people looking out for you.” You feel him shudder lightly as your breath fans over his skin and as your lips trail over the tattoos. You start at the blue marking on his right and trail up until you’ve traced the cog between his shoulders, and then back down the left blue marking.

 Placing one final kiss at the base of his neck, you climb off of him and lie down at his side. He turns his head to look at you as he opens his eyes. “How do you feel?”

 His hand comes up to the side of your face, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. He looks at you with pure admiration as a blissful smile overtakes his face. “Perfect.” He draws you in, brushing his lips over yours and speaking against them with a grin. “I can’t believe that I didn’t ask you to spar sooner.”

 Laughing, you push forward, fully capturing his lips with yours. “Yeah!” you tease. “What took you so long you di’kut?”

 “Shut-up,” he smirks, flipping onto his side and wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you close to his chest. He presses his lips to the crown of your head as your curl up into him. “Would’ve done it sooner if I knew it would have gone so well.”

 You brush your lips over his neck, snickering at the brief shutter it caused before burying your face into his chest. “I’m glad that you did even if that sparring match was unfair.”

 You can feel him smile against the top of your head as he places another kiss there. “You’ll get me next time cyar’ika.” His chest thrummed as a chuckle made its way past his lips. “Who knows, maybe I’ll let you pin me down instead.”