#oh hardcase the man you are

[orangez3st]

*pointing to a surviving umbaran crawling out of a tank*

🗣️🗣️that one still got some juice in it🗣️🗣️blast it🗣️🗣️

then hardcase used the rocket fucking launcher on close range like it's personal

Rex not giving a single flying fuck on Umbara

[splashofspotchka]

Dogma has infected my brain and it's all of your faults.

[eobe]

Greetings wanderer, nice to meet you! ☕️🦉

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💀 The Bad Batch 💀

‚The Outpost’ // Mayday, Crosshair and the black ice vulture on Barton IV ❄️

‚Get Lula‘d!‘ // Wrecker annoys Crosshair with Lula 🃏

‚Come ˋere!‘ // Wrecker hugging Rex 🤗

‚Tech being Tech’ // Infodump mode activated 🤓 Quickdoodle

‚Mantell mix‘ // Echo sniffing suspect food 🍿 Quickdoodle

Hunter WIP // rare glance of him without his signature face tattoo, he‘s innocent! 😽

‚Clones. Brothers. Dads.‘ // Hunter and Cut Lawquane about to be a dad 🥹

‚Don‘t do it, Crosshair!‘ // Echo waiting for his cybernetics got cuddle attacked 🧶

Big sweater pile escalation // Poor Echo deserves a caf. Omega and his brothers crowding him and Batcher couldn't resist anymore. Gonky is happy too, Tech still tinkering somewhere 🧶

,Sniper in my office' // Crosshair is a cat and this is another proof 🐈‍⬛

🎳 Cantina fight series 🎳

‚OH YEAH!‘ // Wrecker starting the cantina fight 💣

‚Here comes the sun‘ – Part 1 // Get WRECKERED! Wrecker serving his deadliest hug to the soup clones💥

‚Here comes the sun‘ – Part 2 // Cantina soup is served! Poor Shinies beeing WRECKERED 😱

💙 The Clone Wars 💙

‚Brothers’ // Feral and Savage Opress 🔥

‚Dogma‘s decision‘ // Fives and Dogma. Umbara arc 💙

‚Fives and "Blues"‘ // Fives with the drunk blue eyed clone at 79's 💙

‚Savage survived‘ // Sober from Sith vibes with a yellow double-bladed lightsaber 🔥

‚Fives laughing at Jesse‘ // Jesse is not amused. Umbara arc 💙

‚Staring contest‘ // Commander Wolffe almost growling 🐺

‚Oh Captain my Captain‘ // Captain Rex slightly blushing 💙

,Rex with long hair' // He considered a topknot and a Weequay braid in a joke 💙

👀 Captain Gregor‘s faces project 👀

Part 1 // The shocked face 😨

Part 2 // The uh-oh face 😒

Part 3 // The hurtful chuckle face 😬

Part 4 // ‚Insubordinate plebe‘ 🤨

Part 5 // The caught-watching-him faces 😉

Part 6 // The ‚flirtation mask‘ 😎

🙏 Underrated clones 🙏

‚Most stylish clone’ // Captain Keeli! (My very first clone drawing)

‚One man army but chuckling‘ // Captain Gregor!

‚Man bun’ vs. ‚Open hair’ Part 1 & 2 // Tup!

‚Long hair‘ Part 3 // Tup!

‚Respect is something to be earned‘ // Mayday!

‚Icy eyes‘ // Edge! The blue eyed clone

‚Sneaky fingers‘ // Hardcase!

„Odd Ball“ // Davijaan! This is his true name!

‚Helplessness‘ // Commander Fox!

‚Paragon’ // Sergeant O‘Niner!

✨ Inspiration & Appreciation artworks ✨

‚Chess game‘ // Echo vs. Crosshair ♟️ inspired by this gorgeous artwork of @thora-sniper

‚Chess game‘ // en detail ♟️

‚Lazy day’ 🫧 // based on this amazing artist humor comic of @chiliger

Captain Keeli full armor  // 100 Follower Celebration 🎉

‚Echo in the rain‘ // fanart for ‚Starstruck‘ of @isthereanechoinhere96

‚Hunter in the woods‘ 🪶 // Hunter portrait and tattoo close up for @lonewolflupe

‚Owly day‘🦉 // Brooding over ideas and solutions… fuzzy and hooting on a clone trooper helmet with caf (honor to my moots)

,I ♥️ caf' // Commander Fox! Have you ever tried caf with spice?

,The last stand – Heroes of Ryloth' // Captain Keeli and General Di fight scene / 200 Follower Celebration 🎉 

‚Clanker day‘ // I‘m a fallen, headless clanker today. Kriff.

☘️ Original art ☘️

,Peaking Luigi' // my cat peaks over the edge of my desktop to paw my pencil. Unforeseen continuation is another Star Wars The Bad Batch artwork 😁 ,Sniper in my office'

☕️ Eobe thoughts, rambles and deep talk ☕️

📜 The lesson of the artwork in a room // the way of art helping me steadily solve some problems

📜 About my software & brushes // Never ask an artist about their tools ☝️🤓 Tech infodump mode activated

📜 The ALT text mission // Peppering my art with my thoughts and the stories behind for more than just a nice view

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Next (maybe) drawing projects

Our favorite clones but long haired and bearded 😎

Maybe AU crossover? Tup, the Winter Soldier? Shall I touch this boat… 👀🙈

Face close ups. Focussing on sparkling eyes 🤩 and (blissfully crosshatched) tattoos 🫠

Armor-up (ARC or RC) and Glow-up for our favorite clones ✨ OC armor design. Drawing Padawan army since I achieved more than a companie of followers ✨

my litte crazy chickens, owls, cats and cute and crazy stuff (part of my art studio subbranding project ‚hendlz‘) 👀 still too shy to launch

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About me

☘️ Drawing Padawan. Restarted drawing on 3rd September 2024.

☘️ Art style: Sketchy, shading and lining. Maybe not able to shut off crossshading and too big shining eyes. Sometimes trying something new. 

☘️ Huge fan of Star Wars, especially The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch and some other fandoms like Tolkien universe since I was a child.

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[soclonely]

Hello friend! I hope you are doing well! May we receive a clones as non-military jobs?

Oh! You mean like what happened in canon after the clone wars when the Separatists and Republic found out they were being played, Palpatine was yeeted into oblivion, Anakin left the order and became a trophy husband to Padme and pod racer mechanic, and Bail Organa took over the Senate? :')) yeah! of course! Rex- I am always going to be here for Life Coach or Career Counselor Rex.

Echo- Middle school history teacher, specifically dealing with 7th graders (which he is good at because sometimes Fives has the maturity of a 14 year old)

Fives- Stand up comedian. He is funny, he has stories to share, and loves making people laugh.

Jesse- personal trainer. I feel like he'd be SOOO supportive and fun to work with.

Kix- Flight attendant. Likes to travel the world on his companies dime

Tup- Van life blogger!

Dogma- assistance principal of a high school.

Hardcase- Oh man, he has charisma. I'd say a car salesman. But he's pretty straight forward about it.

Coric- nutritionist. he wants to take care of people.

Bly- Family photographer (his favorite is catching moments of weddings and newborn family photos)

99- School crossing guard!! Everyone absolutely loves him!

Cody- He's so laid back and chill he's the perfect project manager for a company

Waxer/Boil- Childcare workers or elementary teachers

Wolffe- IT guy. I can imagine him getting SO irritated on the customer service end

Boost/Sinker- oil rig workers

Hunter- Deli owner

Wrecker- Construction site worker!!! Can you imagine the silly lunches he would eat while sitting on a beam?

Tech- Engineer of some kind. I deal with too many engineers to not say this for this clown of a man.

Crosshair- Fire range safety course teacher

Omega- Airline pilot or Zumba instructor

Howzer- with his hair? he works at the local Jamba juice for his entire life!

Fox- free lance editor. all the coffee he wants, makes his own schedule, barely has to deal with people, and I honestly feel like fox would be a big reader

Gregor- Exotic tour guide! he makes it fun and silly for even his most nervous passengers

[vodika-vibes]

can you do kix x reader where kix sees reader talking with keeli and gets jealous but reader is actually asking keeli about his twin kix?

Jaloux

Summary: Jealousy is not the best look for a man of his temperament, but when he catches the woman he’s been crushing on for months flirting with Keeli, there’s no stopping the burn of jealousy.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 1352

Warnings: Reader is described as having long hair, reader is described as getting a perm

A/N: This was fun to write! My sun lamp is working and I can focus a little better.

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“I’m so glad to be back on Coruscant!” 

Kix tosses a grin towards the woman lounged, dramatically, on one of the beds in his medbay, “What’s wrong? You didn’t enjoy the swamp?”

She sits up and points at him, “I am far too young to enter my swamp witch phase.” She drops her hand, and pulls her hair out of the strict knot she normally keeps it in while she’s working, “Besides, that place was awful. I’ve never seen so many men get so sick from pollen before. I thought you all were immune to allergies.”

“So did I,” Kix replies with a laugh, “Guess the long necks didn’t cover everything.”

“Guess not.” She combs her fingers through her hair, and Kix can’t help but watch the way her hair tumbles around her shoulders. She might be the most stunning woman he’s ever met.

She should wear her hair down more often…but also, he’s glad she doesn’t. He’d never accomplish anything if she did.

“Anyway,” Kix shakes himself from his daydream (which involves her in his bunk, her hair spread like a halo around her head-) “What are your plans back on Coruscant? Bar hopping? Clubbing?”

She laughs, and Kix falls a little harder for her, “Do you really take me for the bar hopping type?”

He laughs softly, “No, not really. Especially since you shy away from Hardcases’...uh…chemical genius.”

“I’m fairly sure that what he brewed should be classified as a chemical weapon, rather than a drink. I can’t believe you drank it.” She folds her arms, “You deserved that hangover.”

“Yeah, but you’re a paragon of kindness and mercy and nursed us all back to health.” 

“You’re lucky that Rex begged me to help.”

“Rex was just as hungover as we were.” Kix points out.

“Ugh. I work with a bunch of children.”

Kix laughs again, “We’re not so bad.”

The look she shoots him is slightly exasperated, though it quickly morphs to a grin, “I suppose you could be worse.” She finally hops off the bed, and stretches her arms in front of her, “Are you all packed?”

“Are you? I keep most of my stuff here.”

She makes a face, “Oh yeah.” She pauses, “But I do have everything packed.” 

The familiar feeling of the Resolute settling in drydock rattles across the ship, and Kix smothers a quiet sigh. He’s going to miss seeing her everyday. Sure, he’ll still see her at the base, but it’s not the same. 

He likes eating breakfast with her. She isn’t able to function without a cup of caf, it’s hilarious. He also likes needling her about her breakfast habits.

As the ship comes to a stop, and the announcement comes over the intercom announcing that all of the civilian employees can disembark, she grins at him and grabs her bag from the floor, “I’ll see you in a few days?”

“Yeah, of course.” Kix wants to say more to her. He wants to confess, or to ask her out on a date, but the words seem to stick in his throat. So, instead, he offers her a small smile and an absent wave, as she leaves the medbay.

It’s only a few days. 

Maybe he’ll work up the nerve to ask her out the next time he sees her.

The next time Kix sees her, it’s a whole week later. 

He almost doesn’t recognize her when he sees her across the massive room. Her long hair has been cropped to her shoulders, and dyed a deep blue that is the same shade as the blue on his armor. And, as he moves closer, he sees that she has a new tattoo on her left shoulder. 

It looks like an array of flowers wrapped around the medic symbol.

It suits her.

He weaves through the throng of his brothers, there are several battalions here, so he’s able to get to her, though he slows when he sees her talking to Keeli.

He slows his walk and he just watches them interact.

She looks…delighted. Laughter written clearly on her face, leaning in so she’s able to hear him better, reaching out to lightly touch his forearm when he says something.

And Kix burns.

He’s never been the jealous type, at least he never has been in the past.

But watching this, Kix realizes that maybe he just never had reason to be properly jealous before.

He takes a deep breath and swallows his jealousy, before he continues walking over to the pair. 

“There you are,” Keeli folds his arms, “You’re late, vod’ika.”

“Come off it, we were decanted at the same time.” Kix counters, “And I wasn’t late, anyway. I was just on the other side of the room.”

“Hey Kix!” She grins at him, “Did you really dare one of your batchmates to jump into the ocean when you were a cadet?”

Kix blinks at her, and then turns an accusing glare on his twin, “Really?”

“Really.” Keeli agrees with a grin, “Anyway, my General is calling. See you later vod, Doc.”

Keeli saunters off, with Kix glaring at his back, and then he turns to look at her, “You shouldn’t believe anything he said about me as a cadet, he’s a horrible liar.”

She laughs, “I’d believe that if you weren’t blushing, Kix.” She brushes a blue curl off her cheek, and favors him with a grin, “It’s alright, everyone does dumb things as kids. It’s a side effect of being a kid, you know?”

Kix flashes a tiny smile, “Yeah? What did you do?”

She shrugs, “I tried to sell my brother for a handful of credits. And then mom found out and I was grounded for three years.”

That makes him laugh, “Well, I suppose I’m less embarrassed now.” He reaches out and tugs on one of her curls, “This is new.”

“Yeah, I wanted something new, so I got a perm and a dye.”

“And a new tattoo.”

“Yeah,” she pauses, “What do you think?” If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that she sounded a little self-conscious.

“Well, you look like you belong with the 501st now,” He teases, though then his smile softens, “I think you look great. But I always think you look great.” A blush rises on her cheeks, so Kix continues, “You make the rest of us look bad.”

“You’re exaggerating. You and your brothers are very handsome,”

It’s the first time Kix has ever heard her make a comment about his appearance, she normally sidesteps the question when someone asks, so he inches a little closer, “You think I’m handsome?” He asks with a grin.

“Are you going to make this a thing?”

“Am I more handsome than Keeli?”

She stares at him and then she sighs, “I know you better than I know Keeli, so yeah. Stop being jealous, it’s silly.”

“...I’m not jealous.”

“You are. It’s kind of cute, and totally ridiculous.” She stretches her arms over her head, and then, without looking at him, continues, “After all, everyone knows you’re my favorite.”

Unlike the way that he burned earlier, at the thought of Keeli flirting with her, now he just feels pleasantly warm. “That right?”

“Yeah, it is.”

He hesitates for a moment, and then bumps her gently, “You know, there’s a botanical garden not far from here, it’s home to the most poisonous flowers in the galaxy. You wanna go?”

“Kix, are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah, I am. If you want.”

A bright grin crosses her face, “It’s about time,” She finally turns to look at him, “Yes, please. I’d like to go on a date with you.”

The pair fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, and then Kix glances at her, “You know, you could have asked me on a date.”

“Jesse said that you would prefer a more…traditional relationship.” She shrugs, “I just trusted his word.”

“I’m going to kill him.” Kix grumbles and then her words fully register, “Wait, relationship?”

“Yeah, Kix. Relationship.”

“Huh.” He stares at the side of her head, “I can work with that.”

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[rooksunday]

fluffcember day twenty three: confessions

"Tell me again who taught you this game?" Echo asked as he watched Fives fishing for something beneath Jesse's bunk. "If Jesse comes back, I'm pretending we've never met, by the way."

"No one taught me. It's a game, not a— Where the kriff did Jesse hide the— Not a lesson, ahah!" Fives triumphantly waved the small bottle of disarmingly clear alcohol that he'd retrieved. "Found it!"

"I'll stop holding my breath," Echo said drily.

Fives rolled his eyes then rolled just as easily to his feet.

"Don't be boring. You said you'd play."

"I said maybe I'd play."

"You said— It doesn’t matter. We're playing. Move over."

Echo obligingly shifted over on the bunk to make room for Fives. They sat opposite each other, with Echo at the head of the bunk, because only his own ass should be so close to his pillow. Fives splayed his legs out long, one either side of Echo, and leant back on his hands.

"Right. Now first we—“

"Get your stinking feet away from my pillow!" Echo swatted at Fives' shins. "You know the rules!"

Grumbling performatively—he did, after all, know the rules��Fives moved to sit cross-legged instead. After doing so, he stopped and his gaze went toward the floor, his mouth twisting. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and kept not saying anything. The purloined bottle of liquor remaining unopened in the gap between his crossed legs.

Echo rested his hands on Fives' knees and tilted his head.

"Fives? What’s wrong?" he asked.

Because something was definitely wrong. Something had been wrong for days, it seemed like, but Fives had put off the question every time Echo had asked, saying only it could wait until they were alone.

Yet now they were alone and Echo was still waiting. His stomach twisted like he'd already slugged back Hardcase's protato liquor but his mouth remained dry as Tatooine.

Then Fives started to speak, and it didn't help Echo's nerves at all.

"I was gonna— It was gonna be a whole thing. The game, I mean. It's called 'Never Have I Ever', and you say these things you haven't done and if someone has then they take a drink." Fives finally looked up. His familiar grin was strange and lopsided. "I know everything about you."

"No you don't, " Echo protested weakly.

Fives' smile turned softer, for some reason. "Echo."

"Fives."

Instead of continuing the game of repetition that had, on more than one occasion, driven Tup to throwing his boots at them, Fives looked away again, this time to the liquor. He picked up the bottle and sloshed the contents.

"I was going to use my superior Echo knowledge and this bottle to try and find out how you feel about me. Don't talk. Let me finish. It was a coward's idea. An attempt to have some kind of shield of deniability if it all went wrong. But the thing is, Echo, I don't want to love you like a coward. That isn't the love you deserve." Fives swallowed. His face had gone dark with a flush that Echo was sure he also wore. "I love you, Echo. So, uh, so there."

Echo blinked.

He blinked again.

"Fives," he said. It was what he always said when he had no idea what to say.

"Echo," Fives said, impossibly gently.

Moments ago, Echo would have confidently said that he knew everything about Fives, the same way his twin had claimed to know about him. And yet…

Echo traced the familiar shape of Fives' face with his eyes. The ridge of Fives' broken nose. The slope of his brow. That strange, soft quirk of his clever mouth. The face that the clones all had and only Fives wore in that particular way. Echo's twin. The stranger on Echo's bed.

The man Echo loved.

"You're staring at me," Fives said, shifting in place. He swallowed thickly. "Do you want me to go? I can go. Yeah, I should go—"

"Fives."

"Ec—"

"I love you."

"—oh. Oh."

When their first kiss ended—via kisses two, three, and four—Fives managed to paste on a somewhat dazed version of his usual smug grin.

"Okay, so maybe I don't know everything! Like where you learnt to kiss like that."

Echo shoved Fives playfully, then followed him down to the bed, spreading his weight over Fives like a blanket. The abandoned bottle of liquor thudded to the floor.

Echo grinned. "Oh, I think I can show you a few more new things than that…"

All in all, it became a very educational evening for them both.

[deejadabbles]

Five-Oh-Thirst (501st x Fem!Reader) Part One

Summary: One little comment sends the night spiraling into hilarious, shameless territory as the boys show you their best lap dances.

A.N. IDK, man, I just really want the 501st boys to be exotic dancers and I figured I'd share that! Please don't take this seriously, it's just for fun and debauchery <3 Also, I highly recommend listening to the songs I link as you read! Enhances the ~experience~

Word Count: 3,174

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), drinking, the boys being way too hot and thirsty for you, lap dances, and general debauchery

It all started with a little holo ad flickering in the corner of the drink menu.

You were with your boys, enjoying some shore leave celebrations at 79s, as was the tradition when returning to Coruscant, but one little comment sent the night spiraling into hilarious, shameless territory.

"Ooo, what's the chances that we'll still be on shore leave next week?" you had asked the table, and when Jesse asked why you waved the ad at him with a grin, "Because they're having a Thunder Star act here next week."

"A what?" Echo squinted at the picture, then let his eyes go wide at the shot of a topless, ab-bearing twi'lek.

"Thunder Star, they're a popular company of exotic male dancers. Looks like 79s’ trying something new."

" 'Exotic male dancers'?" Hardcase smirked, "You mean strippers."

You shrugged, "I prefer to give the profession a little more dignity than that, but, yes."

Fives' glass thudded against the table as he set it down, then snatched the menu out of your hand, "Whoever owns this place is throwing away their money," he leaned back with a smug grin, "I mean, who'd need to hire male dancers when aaaallll this is right here already?" he crooned, running his hands up and down his chest.

That earned a round of laughter.

"What?" he demanded, "It's true! We'd make better entertainment than these clowns."

Jesse was still laughing as he said, "Maybe we should ask the bartender to hire us instead."

"We'd need a group name for that," Kix chimed in, smiling into his drink, "and I don't think the General would approve of a stripper group calling themselves the Five-Oh-First."

"Oh! Oh!" you waved your hand excitedly, "You could call yourselves the Five-Oh-Thirst!"

An even louder roar of laughter at that, Jesse and Hardcase even thudding their fists on the table.

"Perfect!" Hardcase elbowed a chuckling Echo in the side, "Echo, quick, write that down!"

"Although..." you hummed, tapping your chin. It was always so easy to tease the boys, and you took every chance you could. "You guys need a lot more than a clever name to compete with Thunder Star."

"Oh yeah?" Fives leaned in over the table to give you his attention, "Like what?"

You pointed the fruit garnish of your drink at him for emphasis, "Talent." After popping the fruit into your mouth, realizing the rest of them were grinning and leaning in as well, you went on. "Dancing like that takes skill, boys. You can't just shake your ass a little and call it a day."

"That sounds like a challenge, sweetheart," Fives all but purred.

The fruit caught in your throat, "Wh-what?" you coughed.

His smile was wide as he scooted out of the booth, "I'll give you a show you won't forget," he answered with a wink.

The others began whistling and catcalling as he sauntered over to your end of the crescent-shaped booth. Your face was instantly hot at the way he was locking eyes with you, especially when he motioned for you to turn to the end of the seat.

"Come on, mesh'la" he urged, "I need a lap if I'm gonna give you a lap dance."

Beside you, Hardcase was egging Fives on and you heard Jesse say something about music as he grabbed Echo's datapad that had been sitting on the table. Finally, you were over the shock of what was happening and, maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through your body, but some flirtatious confidence rose up in your chest.

You turned to Fives fully, and patted your lap, "Alright, do your worst."

With that, the datapad speakers started blaring music which made Fives clap his hands, "Perfect! Oh, sweetheart, you're in for a treat."

He started the dance by trailing his hands down his chest again, slow this time, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Then he was on you. He framed your knees with his, hovering over your thighs as he started rolling his hips side to side.

Those hands moved over said hips, until they rested on his thighs, drawing your attention just where he wanted. That's when he bent his knees, placing his ass on your lap just as he started moving his hips back and forth.

His smug grin was wide as he mouthed the lyrics of the song, now tucking those hands behind his head and bouncing his chest to the beat of the music. The motion made you jolt despite yourself, and you had to resist the urge to grind up into his tempting ass.

Fives obviously noticed the way you gulped at the sight of him, because his tongue darted out to lick his lips. It was all you could do to suppress a gasp, especially when he shifted his stance, moving back to slot his leg between yours. 

With his eyes on yours, he leaned in close, breath hot on your ear as he said, “Damn, mesh’la,” then, again in time with the lyrics, “the things I would do to you.”

You did gasp that time, and he nipped your ear as his reward, before spreading your legs with his. The others were whistling and cheering as he put his hand on your thighs and sank to his knees. Again he made a show of licking his lips as he raked his eyes over you, admiring, and not hiding any of his dirty thoughts. And of course, as he got back to his feet, he flashed you another wink.

Then, with grace you weren’t expecting from an ARC trooper, he hopped onto the booth seat, planting his feet on either side of you so you had the perfect view of his codpiece as he gyrated his hips to the beat.

The others went crazy at that, shouting and banging their glasses all while Fives thrust dangerously close to your flushed face. His fingers came down to stroke your hair and, for just a moment, you thought he would pull you against him, but he only teased the vulgar act as he ground his crotch closer and closer to you. 

Fives didn’t stay there long, though, instead, he hopped back down to the ground, grabbed your hand, and hoisted you up.

A delighted squeal left you as he lifted you into those strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He spun you around, this time actually singing the song all while bouncing you up and down with the rolling motions of his hips.

At the table, the boys sang along too, treating ‘Ride it, my pony!’ like a battle cry as Fives enjoyed the feeling of you against him. You were breathless from your hysterical giggles while he danced, and trying to ignore how much heat was traveling south with every thrust against your body.

Fives swayed you back towards the booth and, with your legs still clamped around his hips, he laid you on the table, somehow avoiding everyone’s drinks as the song finished its last repetitive set of lyrics.

Everyone was clapping and cheering as you covered your hot face with your hands, lungs pleading for air since you were still breathless from laughter. Fives was laughing too, just basking in the playful air as he put his hands on either side of your head to brace himself.

“So, convinced, mesh’la?” he chuckled.

When all you did was continue to hide behind your hands, someone reached out and tugged lightly on your wrist, “Oh come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy now!”

Somehow, you managed to take a few gasping breaths into your chest and peek out at him between your fingers, “Okay, maybe you could make it as a professional.”

Fives and several others roared with laughter, “Maybe? After all that, I just get a maybe? You’re breaking my heart, cyare!”

“Well obviously,” said another voice, Kix, as he stepped up and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder to pull him away. Something was gleaming in his eyes as he looked between you two. “You didn’t listen, Fives, she already said you have to do more than shake your ass and grind.”

Intrigued, Fives stepped back, letting your legs fall from him as Kix stepped in front of you instead. He winked, eyes never leaving yours when he reached out and took your hand.

“You have to seduce the woman you’re giving attention to, brother,” he purred.

A chorus of “Oooooos” rose from the booth as Kix pulled you gently up from the table, still eyeing you as he took a few steps back. He must have set his plan into motion before he challenged Fives, because there was now a lone chair pulled up.

That’s when Kix pulled you closer, lips actually daring to hover near yours as he whispered, “Take a seat, gorgeous.”

Well, any air you had managed to pull in before was swiftly gone again. You were glad he was asking you to sit since you suddenly felt very weak in the knees. Kix stood before you, eyes half-lidded as he looked down, gaze sweeping over your lips before he gave a quick nod to Jesse.

Again, Kix must have had a whole plan, because Jesse pressed play on a new song, and you knew you were in for something very different.

Kix didn’t jump in head first, instead, he started slow. His eyes ran up and down your body as he moved a thumb over his lips, teasing, thinking. Then, when your own gaze started to wander down his body, he took that same hand and tapped your chin.

“Eyes on mine, mesh’la.”

And when you obeyed, finally, he touched you. Starting by brushing his knuckles across your cheek as the sensual song played on. Then a finger trailed down your neck, giving just the briefest of attention to your chest before venturing down your arm.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, reverently, as he took your hand again. This time, he placed it just above his belt, laying your palm flat against his toned, hard stomach. “It’s okay, you can touch me all you want, cyare.”

With that and his gentle hold on your wrist, he moved your hand up, letting you feel every bit of his muscular chest under his blacks. All while keeping his bedroom eyes on yours. He didn’t stop at his chest, though, and kept guiding your touch to run across his throat, until he finally cupped your hand over his cheek.

Only then did he break eye contact, just so his eyelids could flutter closed as he leaned into your touch. Your chest was so warm at such a simple act, the look on Kix’s face one of pure adoration, as if your hand on his skin was all he needed. 

Then his lips kissed your palm and he finally released your hand as the song’s beat picked up. That’s when he got on his knees before you. Kix places his hands on your thighs, letting out an admiring hum as he gave them a gentle, almost possessive squeeze. He was determined to spread them open too, but, like everything else, he took his time instead of coming in hot.

His hands crept upwards and as they did, very, very subtly, he pushed your legs apart. When his fingers were just on the precipice of your core, his eyes snapped back to yours.

That’s when he pounced. Kix hooked his arms under your knees as he stood, leaving you to slide down the chair into a very vulnerable and exposed position, your ass pressing into his pelvis. He smiled down at you while shrugging your legs onto his shoulders for more comfort, all knowing and smug just like his brother.

Kix stayed with the music, though, and when he took advantage of the suggestive position, it wasn’t Fives’ fast, enthusiastic trusting. The medic rolled his whole body into the motion, slow, deliberate, and letting his action sink into you as his hips met yours. His thrusts were deep and he only pulled back for another one when the beat allowed for it.

Somewhere, probably in another life where Kix wasn’t gazing at you like a goddess, someone said, “Why does this feel even dirtier than Fives’ dance-?”

“Shhh!”

The man holding you didn’t seem to notice or care about the commentary, he only had eyes for you, even as he gave one finally suggestive push of his hips, before letting your legs touch the ground again. Then he slid his arms around you and lifted you back into a proper seated position on the chair.

Of course, he just used this position to his advantage too and caged you by gripping the back of the chair with his hands. That’s when he settled on your lap, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him again and get lost in the feeling of his body on yours. He moved in steady, circling motions, always making sure you felt the brief touch of something hard at the height of every rotation.

Then the song hit its ending pitch and Kix used his grip on the chair to pull himself forward, pressing his chest flush against yours. He lingered there, breath fanning your skin and his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours. Said lips whispered the song’s iconic line just before he closed that small distance and- 

And kissed your cheek instead of your mouth.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t have stopped the whine that left you. It earned you a chuckle from him and his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “So, what do you say, cyare? Are you seduced?”

All you could manage was a small nod and, though it was very unlikely that heard what Kix asked, Fives let out an annoyed, “Seriously?”

To please them both you let out a shaky praise, “Both of you could definitely give the professionals a run for their money.”

Everyone seemed pleased at that. Kix finally leaned back, getting up from your lap and offering to help you up like a gentleman.

Or at least, he would have, if Jesse hadn’t jumped up then.

“Oh no, baby, you stay right there. Fives and Kix can’t have all the fun. I think it’s only fair that all of us get to show off our potential.”

Hardcase, Tup, and Echo all cheered at that, and when Jesse started climbing out of the booth, they drummed their hands on the table like the music for a grand entrance. Kix gave you one final wink before making room for Jesse, who only wasted time in doubling back to the table for a moment.

“Hold on, need props for this one!” and he plucked the cherry garnish from Echo’s drink. Echo gave an indignant look as Jesse turned to you again and jabbed a finger at Hardcase, “Hit it!”

Again a beat poured out of the speakers and Jesse wasted no time. His hips instantly started jolting to the music as he put the skewer of fruit between his teeth. When Jesse moved his body it was hard and fast, constantly in motion just as the song demanded. He definitely had some moves and used the bouncing thrusts to push himself closer to where you were seated.

Like most of his brothers, he had forgone the top half of his armor that night, leaving his chest covered in nothing but his blacks. Keeping just an arm’s length away from you, Jesse started rubbing his hands down his sides, until he got to the hem of his shirt. Then, he pulled the fabric out from his belt and lifted it, revealing his well-toned muscles to your wide eyes.

Your greedy eyes pleased him and pulled the garnish from his teeth, “Like what you see, baby?”

He didn’t stop there, of course. Making sure it caught your eye, he trailed the cherry down his chest until it met bare skin. Juice from the fruit collected in the dips of Jesse’s abs as he rubbed it across his stomach. It was your turn to lick your lips, which pleased him even more.

“Come here, mesh’la, I’ll let you have a taste-”

“What the hells is going on up here?!”

The unfamiliar voice had all of you snapping out of whatever debaucherous bubble you had built around yourselves. Somehow, in the midst of all this, no one really seemed to care that you were all still in a corner booth on 79’s second floor.

Well, the manager cared, and he was standing there looking over the scene (you, disheveled in a chair, and Jesse rubbing fruit over his abs) with absolute disgust on his face.

“What? We’re having fun, what’s it to you?” Jesse snapped, clearly annoyed that his shot with you was being interrupted.

“Fun!?” the manager mocked in horror, “Son, this is a bar, not a strip club! Not to mention the racket all of you were making,” he cast a glare at the booth, “out! All of you, get out!”

Hardcase jumped from his seat, “Hold on a damn minute!”

“OUT!” the manager seethed, “And just be thankful I’m just throwing you out tonight and not banning all of Torrent Company!”

Knowing that they would listen if you stepped in, you got up from your seat and took Jesse’s hand, “Come on, boys, we don’t want to be any trouble, right?”

Jesse and Hardcase were still narrowing their eyes at the other man, but, catching your look, they softened. When Tup, Fives, and Echo started gathering their things from the table at your pleading eyes, they finally mumbled their agreements.

Thankfully, the manager didn’t feel the need to continue his berating comments as everyone filed out the door. But, of course, because these were your boys we’re talking about, the moment they were outside, the loud cursing and complaining started.

“This is bantha shit!”

“Buzzkill!”

“No fun!”

“Had the perfect song for my dance!”

You laughed at their array of comments, especially when Hardcase flung his arms around you and clung to you as everyone started walking. “Come on, boys, it’s not that bad! Listen, I say we get some booze from the corner store up the way, and we can make as much of a racket as we want back at my place.”

The words didn’t strike you as anything suggestive. The boys had drunk at your apartment plenty of times before, but, given the context, it was no surprise that some of them exchanged looks.

“I’m in,” Echo said, the corner of his lips lifting as he caught Fives’ eye.

Tup, who was walking backwards in front of you, flashed that toothy smile of his, “Sounds like a perfect night to me.” That’s when he reached up and pulled his hair loose from his top knot. “And back at your place, gives the rest of us a chance to really show you our moves.” He winked at his curls came cascading down.

Hardcase tightened his grip on you, “Oh, kriff yeah!”

Well, looks like the night was just getting started.

I want to give my sincere apologies to all the Jesse Girls, plz don't strangle me for cock blocking you lol

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[five-oh-thirst]

Idiot Boyfriends

Prompt Day 23: Halloween pranks or trying to scare each other

Pairing: Tup/Dogma/Hardcase

Tags & Warnings: fluff

Note: I tried. I struggled. I made an attempt. This is what came out. My apologies. I love messing with Dogma.

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"Boo!" the two ghostly figures shouted.

Dogma looked at them and sighed. It was clearly Tup and Hardcase with white bunk sheets over their heads. "Really guys?"

Tup and Hardcase slumped their shoulders. "Were you at least scared a little?" Tup asked.

"No," Dogma said. "Not in the slightest."

"Ah, man," Hardcase groaned. "I really thought we got him."

"Real ghosts don't have feet," Dogma said while pointing at their bare toes that the sheets weren't covering.

Tup turned to Hardcase. "I told you this wouldn't work."

Hardcase turned to Tup. "You went along with it."

"You both are idiots," Dogma huffed.

Hardcase and Tup pulled the sheets off their heads and pouted. Their attempt at scaring Dogma was a total bust.

"Wait a minute," Hardcase said. "If both of us are idiots, doesn't that make you an idiot for being in a relationship with us?"

"Yeah," Tup said. "Idiots love company."

Dogma turned up his nose. "Idiots need balance with a non-idiot," he said matter of factly. "Like Fives and Echo. Fives is an idiot and Echo is competent. Since I've got two idiots, I have to be extra competent."

Tup opened his mouth to argue but couldn't come up with anything good to counter it.

Hardcase knit his brows in thought. "Wait, so who's the idiot in Jesse and Kix's relationship?"

"Oh, that's easy," Dogma said. "Jesse. Pretty sure half of his brain is filled with rocks."

Tup snorted.

"Cody and Rex?" Hardcase asked.

"That one's trickier, but–" a hand suddenly grabbed Dogma's shoulder, squeezing hard, and he jumped in surprise.

"Answer that," Rex began sternly, "and I'll be down one competent man."

Dogma nodded his head slowly, and Rex walked away. "See, now that was scary."

Cozytober Masterlist

[obes-kenobes-benos]

Anakin: Su'cuy, Obi-Wan. Vaabir gar copad at nuhoy ti ni? Obi-Wan: No, I don't want to sleep with you. Anakin: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I really should stop listening to Hardcase.

[toska-writes]

Clones as random things me and my friends/family have said!

A fic will be out soon I promise!

Fives: “It ends with e, but not the letter the sound.”

Fox: “I’ve been abused a lot” *Nervous laughter* “I’m only partly kidding”

Hardcase: “I dont like the normal pedophiles, I Iike the magic ones. They’re more fun.”

Wolffe: “I’m gonna bark at this kid on the speeder,” *starts barking* “Oh my god that is not a kid.”

Hunter: “I made a mistake”

Wrecker: “There’s steak??”

Rex: *501st doing something stupid* “Im gonna lose all 7 of my marbles if you don’t stop”

Cody: “just because I find a man attractive dosent mean I’m gay” *is definitely gay*

Tech: “Stupid questions get stupid answers.”

Bly: “I cry at least once a year.”

Fox: “I cry every night sooooo….”

Waxer: You’re drinking straight milk?

Boil: *holding two glasses of milk* No the milk just came out as gay

Crosshair: “We probably shouldn’t do that Tech has asthma…….. wait no it’s allergies”

Wolffe: “If I rolled my eyes any harder, I’d go blind.”

Jesse: “I guess his spider senses didn’t kick in” *talking about JFK*

Fives: “No flash photography Echo” *Scolding tone*

Echo: “DiD yOu SeE a FlAsH”

Gregor: *doing finger guns* “Don’t worry this is a squirt gun”

Hardcase: *Shouting in a public place* “My underwear are too big and they’re pulling my pants down!”

Droidbait: “I just wanna play wrestle”

Hevy: *Cracking fingers* “You don’t play wrestle, you wrestle wrestle”

Cody: *talking about Crys* “He’s like the weakest breed of human being, he doesn’t have a middle name and he has scoliosis. Way to double down.”

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[novankenn]

More than meets the Eye

Coco was quick to grab her own cab back to the Bullhead depot. She arrived just a few minutes after Jaune, and though she didn't know his name she tried to seek him out, intent on continuing her earlier questioning of him.

She found him in one of the plexiglass shelters fiddling with his carry on bag. His body language was that of someone who was obviously extremely stressed, and the way he kept fiddling with the latch of his hardcase bag gave her some idea as to why. But still his comment about her being like Cardin... the bigot and bully of the first years hurt and in more than a little pissed her off.

So she approached him, making sure to walk in an uncharacteristic heavy footed manner as a way to warn him of her approach. Her reasoning was sound. If he was ambushed and surprised than maybe she could get some answers.

Jaune looked up and his eyes narrowed. He was still obviously upset with Coco's earlier actions, but instead of wandering away, he returned his attention to the troublesome latch on his carry-on. Coco stopped at the far side of the shelter and waited for a few moments for the young man to acknowledge her prescience. Which of course he never did.

"I want to ask you something."

"You can ask whatever you want. Doesn't mean I'll answer."

"What's your problem with me?" Coco asked, "What did I do to compare me to that asshat Winchester?"

"What did you do?" Jaune looked over his shoulder, his eyes reflecting the obvious anger his body language was radiating. "You seriously can't figure that out?"

"Hey, I helped with that drunk couple." Coco retorted, "Least you could do is give me a reason..."

"You're a bully."

"Huh?"

"Need me to spell it out?"

"Yeah, I do." Coco snapped back, her own ire rising.

"As soon as I refused to 'explain myself' what did you do?" Jaune asked the fashionable your huntress-in-training. "You instantly threatened me. Attempted to bully me into doing what you wanted... just like Cardin."

"I..."

"I'm not letting anyone push or bully me around anymore. So go ahead. Blab. Tell everyone what you think you saw... be like everyone else who thinks their better..."

"I don't..."

"Yeah you do." Jaune snapped back, before turning his attention back to his bag. "I'm done. Leave me alone."

"But..."

"Leave me alone." Jaune repeated his early statement. "I'm sure you have more important things to do, besides bother me. Go do them."

"I didn't mean..."

"Like fuck you didn't." Jaune rounded about and turned his full attention on Coco. "You knew exactly what you were trying to do!"

"I... I... didn't, I swear!. It just..." Coco stammered, completely taken a back by the young man's hostility.

"No. You don't get to use that copout." Jaune growled.

"I'm serious..." Coco replied her voice losing it's harsh tone. "It just slipped out."

"Oh, okay. So you threatening me just slipped out? That's supposed to make me feel better about being put on the spot?"

"I..." Coco knew she wasn't getting anywhere with this conversation. The young man before her was just too agitated to listen. Even though she knew inside her own words were nothing but empty excuses. She had, in hind-sight, stepped over a line she never thought she would. "I'm... sorry."

Jaune didn't get to respond, as Coco turned from him and walked off. Jaune reached up ran his hand down his face in frustration. The night was supposed to have eased his stress. He had aimed to let his mind wandered so he could address his problems with a clear head... and now... now he was even more stressed than when he first came down to Vale.

[vodika-vibes]

Needed to share this thought because I’ve been laughing for too long. Imagine Tup meeting someone and introducing himself only for them to say, “Is tup short for Tupperware?”.

Lol, no but-

"Hi," Tup says awkwardly as he greets the group of people in the art club, mentally cursing Fives for making him do this, "I'm Tup. Thanks for inviting me."

The three people, roughly his age, peer at him. Before the young man says, his voice hushed, "Is...is Tup short for Tupperware?"

His friend rolls her eyes and smacks him across the back of the head, "There's no way his mother named him Tupperware, you dunce."

The third member of the trio presses her hand over her eyes, "You're both dunces. He's a clone, he doesn't have a mom."

Tup, meanwhile, stares at them in blanket disbelief. On one hand, he can tell them the truth. His name is Tup, just Tup.

On the other hand, he's been spending far too much time with men like Fives and Hardcase.

So he smiles, "My name is Tupperware, actually. My brothers named me. I much prefer Tup, though."

And then he's pinned with three pairs of sympathetic eyes, "Oh, you poor thing." The first woman says solemnly.

"I knew a man named Tortilla," the man chimes in, "ruined his life, it did."

The last person in the group, however, just sighs heavily and casts her gaze upwards, as though praying for patience.

[seriowan]

um, is there a dad!rex request in? because imagining that man as a loving father is something hot as fuuuu. I bet he hangs up all of the kids drawings on the fridge, indulges in their tea parties and plays dress up with them. he would just love so so much to see his own children grow up and never want to miss a single moment of their smiles.

FINALLY A DAD!REX REQUEST! I've been itching to write one for him since talking about dad!rex with @rexxdjarin and now that the opportunity is here i am SO EXCITED!!

more dad!clone fluff below the cut!

"-and then i kicked the ball really hard, daddy! i kicked it so hard and it got in the goal and my teacher was so excited!"

rex smiled as he listened to his adi'ka ramble, cheek in his palm with eyes full of adoration. his little one had just returned from school, full of stories and recollections of the day. he was caught in their adorable snare the moment they sat down at the dinner table together.

"uh-huh," he smiled, eyes crinkling with love. "and did your team win?"

they shrugged. "no, but that's okay because the game was fun! oh and look, i had arts and crafts today and i made this for you!"

they threw their tiny blue backpack atop the kitchen table and zipped it open in a rush, rummaging through the mess of papers and crayons before pulling out a little drawing covered in glue and sparkles. they ran up to rex's side as he turned, offering his knee for them to climb up into his lap.

hovering over his little adi'ka, rex couldn't help but laugh rich and deeply when he saw a crayon portrayal of him and his brothers.

fives had his typical tattoo but the '5' covered his entire forehead and there were stickers stuck everywhere along his armor. echo had not one, but two hands painted on his chest, covering his chest plate like a seashell bra. half of jesse's head was covered in grey - he guessed it was the republic cog but it looked more like a little smudge. dogma, hardcase, kix, and tup were there too, each of them sporting odd but close portrayals of their haircuts and tattoos. while he found it shocking that his little adi'ka could remember such details, he couldn't help but love their interpretation a little more.

"this is amazing, adi'ka," he praised, causing his little one to grin as hard as they could. "can i take a picture and send it to your uncles?"

they flushed, biting their lip in uncertainty. "uh, it's not very good, daddy."

rex gasped, splaying his hand across his chest as if utterly shocked. "are you kidding? this is the best thing i've ever gotten from you so far! you sure you don't want me to show your uncles?"

after a moment of contemplation, little adi'ka finally nodded with shy red cheeks. "okay. you can show them."

rex grinned. "good, 'cause i was going to anyway."

"daddy!"

he laughed, setting his adi'ka up on the edge of the table. he handed them the picture and said, "hold it up and smile, adi'ka."

they giddily obliged, cheesing as hard as they could while holding up their little artwork. rex snapped a picture, biting his lip to contain his cheeky grin while he sent it to the 501st group chat.

"nice job, bubs," he smirked, holding his hand out for his adi'ka to place the picture in his palm. with a turn, he faced the fridge and clipped it up with blue magnets, taking a step back to admire the collection of drawings and pictures that coated the fridge's entire surface. "i'm really liking this whole blue theme you have going on."

"duh, daddy. it's my favorite color."

rex hummed, smirking. "right, right." after an extended moment of appreciating his little one's artwork, rex turned with his hands on his hips, nudging his head towards the couch. "nap time? or tea time."

his little one gasped out, clapping their hands in excitement. "tea time first, nap time later!"

rex nodded, holding his hands out. his little one grasped them both, jumping down from the table with a happy cheer. they didn't let go of his fingers as they led him out of the kitchen and down the hall, guiding them toward their bedroom.

"can i wear the blue tutu today?" they asked with big eyes. "and you wear the pink one?"

rex didn't have a single bone in his body that could deny such a request, so he nodded. "sure, bubs."

as he settled down at his adi'ka's little tea table, watching them bring out the assortment of cups and plates, the comm in his pocket began to vibrate over and over and over again, humming and droning with replies from his brothers.

jesse: i want a framed copy to hang in my bunk. immediately.

echo: can i add the second handprint to my armor? i like adi'ka's version better.

fives: if anyone hears crying in the barracks, it's definitely not me.

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ALSKJHFLSKJAHF my favorite one so far i love this prompt so much!!

inbox is open for more dad!clone requests and headcanons!

[mwolf0epsilon]

What Love Looks Like

This is a long one...

Caprichoso, walking around the mess hall with a food tray full of green nutrimush while looking for a place to sit: Uh, I guess Dogma must still be on shift...

Clearcut, sitting with a group of 501st vode before noticing Caprichoso: Over here Capri.

Caprichoso, glancing over and beaming: CC! Hey! -sitting down next to the older trooper- Thanks, this place is packed!

Hardcase, chuckling: That's usually how it is during midmeal! Lots of very hungry troopers lining up to get the best slop!

Clearcut, noticing the enormous pile of food on the other's tray and looking slightly nauseated: Capri, please tell me you're not planning to eat all of that in one sitting...

Caprichoso, grinning: Sure am! But I promise I won't get too excited and choke this time. I'm just not used to being allowed to eat so much of my favorite grub without having to slap someone's hand away.

Clearcut: I am still not quite sure how the green veggie paste is your favorite. It's too sweet for my own taste.

Hardcase: How, for real? The sweetness is what makes it good!

Caprichoso, looking at Hardcase: You. You get me! All of the other options taste so bland! But this one tastes so good...

Hardcase: Hear hear! Green mush is the best mush!

Jesse, laughing: Man... I wish you'd been assigned to the 501st. You would have fit right in immediately!

Caprichoso, surprised: Wow, you really think so?

Fives: We know so. You're what? Around Tup's age group? Pretty sure if you'd been deployed at the same time you would have made the cut.

Jesse: Yeah, maybe then we would have all just fit where we belonged instead of dealing with... Some troopers.

Tup, frowning but staying quiet:

Hardcase, pausing as he glances up at Jesse with a somewhat puzzled look:

Clearcut, also pausing but looking noticeably uncomfortable:

Caprichoso: ... What do you mean?

Jesse: Hm? Oh, you know. Just some conflict you don't really need to worry about.

Caprichoso, noticing Tup's unusually quiet demeanor and the pinched look on Clearcut's face: ...

Caprichoso, crossing his arms: No, carry on. What was that supposed to mean?

Jesse: ... Ok, I'll be real with you. You? You get us. You fit in just right. Better than you do with the 105th.

Caprichoso, frowning due to this being a particularly sore topic for him: Yeah...?

Jesse: Well, there's a trooper who's the exact opposite. And he proved that on Umbara.

Caprichoso, adding 2 and 2 together: I... You're talking about Dogma aren't you?

Tup, focusing on his tray clearly unwilling to participate in this conversation:

Fives: Yeah, it's about Dogma. He doesn't really fit with the rest of us.

Jesse: He doesn't act like a vod, is what Fives means. Which is a huge problem.

Tup, looking up at Jesse with an angry look on his face:

Jesse, raising his hands in defense: I mean, I'm sure he's plenty brotherly with you Tup. But that's you. With everyone else he's a stuck up shabuir that wouldn't hesitate to rat anyone else out for his own benefit, just like he did on Umbara.

Caprichoso, slowly beginning to look angry: Umbara was a stressful situation. You saw what Krell was like, do you really think you were anything but lucky back there?

Fives, offended: Lucky?!

Jesse: We were anything BUT lucky! Krell nearly killed the entire battalion! Made us kill each other for his own sick amusement! Sent Fives, Hardcase and I to be executed via firing squad which Dogma manned! And then when evidence cropped up that he was a bastard, Dogma STILL sided with him! Hells he pointed a blaster at the captain! At Tup! He's no vod!

Caprichoso, furious: You were lucky, because that was ONE campaign with Krell. The 105th on the other hand experienced all that and worse CONSTANTLY! And let me tell you, when your entire deployment is based on survival of the fittest, you have to do some pretty crappy horrid things to live another day...

Jesse, trying to find an argument for this: Vode stick to each other! No matter what!

Caprichoso: Really? So you never met a vod on Kamino that never picked on someone else because they were favored by trainers? You never got angry at your own batchers because you felt like they could do better and were slacking in sims? Never met some other older vode who thought they knew better than you just because they were more experienced?

Jesse: ...

Fives, recalling how it used to be for Domino Squad back on Kamino: ...

Hardcase, trying to figure out how to get everyone to calm down before this gets any worse: Err... Maybe we should...

Caprichoso: I read the reports. I read what happened on Umbara. I read them because I knew from the moment Krell left to lead the 501st, that something bad was gonna happen. And I can tell you from both an inside and outside perspective that all of the things Dogma did he didn't do for himself.

Clearcut, sighing because he knows Capri isn't going to let go:

Caprichoso: He was scared, sure. We all were scared once we realized Krell was a demagolka shabuir who didn't really care for us unless we were useful or entertaining in some way. I watched good vode be reshaped into... Into something unrecognizable under his command. My brothers who I love so much and who I wish loved me just as much as Dogma loves you miserable bastards!

Tup, opens his mouth:

Caprichoso: Keep your mouth shut, you lost the right to say anything the moment you let that piece of osik lieutenant drag your twin's name through the mud! For all that I've heard you moan and bitch about my twin being a jerk, you're no bouquet of roses!

Tup, flinching: Ah...

Fives: Hey don't talk to Tup like that!

Caprichoso: Or what? You'll go off on some suicide mission and jeopardize the lives of your vode like you did on Umbara? Get off your high fathier ARC trooper, you've got no idea how to work in a team and it shows. The stunt you pulled on Umbara only got you a firing squad execution, one which according to records should have fallen to your coward of a captain to lead... Not Dogma.

Jesse: The captain would never--

Clearcut: ... He would.

Jesse, turning to look at Clearcut in surprise: Uh?

Clearcut: ... Sargeant Slick.

Hardcase, wincing: ...

Caprichoso: Also on that note. The firing squad. Curious how Dogma chose the best sharpshooters and a medic to make damn sure you lot didn't feel a thing once you got taken out. Very cruel of him uh? Following orders from someone who wasn't opposed to punish an entire battalion for someone else's disobedience, and yet still making damn sure it was as mercifully a clean shot as possible...

Jesse, at a loss for words: I... You don't...

Caprichoso: I don't get it? Sure I do. Surviving under Krell taught me something valuable. That if you plan to act against an oppressor, you make it your mission to put the only target on your back. Not on your vode's. And yeah sure, I'm louder, I'm angrier, I'm ten times more insufferable than Dogma. But I can recognize something you definitely don't seem to be able to unless it's your brand.

Fives: And what's that?

Caprichoso: What love looks like. And it certainly isn't wishing that your little brother was in a battalion where he would have been abused into submission or into outright hate and hostility towards his own crew.

Caprichoso, getting up: Urgh, I'm not hungry anymore... Your opinions are so disgusting I'd rather starve than eat with you. I don't get what Dogma sees in you poodoo-brained karkers at all, he really would be better off on his own. -storming off furiously-

Jesse, Fives, Tup & Hardcase, watching Capri leave the mess hall: ...

Clearcut, sighing sadly due to this conversation having derailed so quickly: ... I've never met a kih'vod more stubbornly loyal than Capri. He won't be letting go of this newfound grudge anytime soon.

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars 2x10 ‘The Deserter’ Reaction

aka the Rex Chest Episode

The way Grievous says ‘Kenobiiiii’ will never fail to make me laugh

“Any sign of Grievous?” the gesture that goes with this is just, oh Rex

Jesse? Is that Jesse? 

That little smirk from Rex. He knows that Obi-Wan wants first dibs on fighting his frenemy

Cody: “Rex is a smart man.” Obi-Wan: “Indeed. Always thinking on his feet.” Rex: *immediately gets shot*

Also the little glances they exchange during this

Oof that’s gotta hurt. Sniper shot straight to the plastoid covered chest. Poor Rex lying there like a busted pretzel.

Kix, was that you?

I’m guessing the yellow clone is Crys? Why is he yellow instead of 212th gold?

Why does Obi-Wan say “We’ve picked up the scent.” straight down the barrel of the camera? What is this 4th wall break?

Hello Kix!

Jesse got the braincell today. Also Kix’s decidedly confused “Sir” to Jesse was adorable. Wookieepedia lists Jesse as a Lieutenant and with Rex down I’m assuming that means he’s in charge now.

Why are the Twi'lek’s french?

Jesse saying ma’am is sending me

Well Suu is a certified badass. Absolutely no messing with her. 

REX CHEST?!

AND REX WHUMP?!!

Omg his chest and neck and that jaw and those arms and he hurts so prettily and omg I am unwell and cannot be saved help me

I’m guessing the other clone with the tattoo over his left eye is Hardcase? Hi Hardcase! Is he the one with ADHD? I love him already.

Rex flopping around like a fish out of water lmao

Oof that is a nasty bruise on his back. Also his back. And shoulders. And arms. Omg.

Kix telling Rex he outranks him lmao

Rex thighs?! Rex are you wearing nothing but your lower blacks?! That look decidedly grey but anyway. Also, where is the clone bulge? We were robbed.

“You look like my daddy.” FORESHADOWING CLAXON

The way that Kix and Hardcase looked at Rex like, “is this yours?”

There was so much in that “Mmmm” from Suu lol she is so unimpressed

Jesse being told he’s in command while holding a platter of fruit and nodding like a butler at Rex CACKLING

Rex, where are your nipples? Do clones not have nipples? What did the Kaminoans have against nipples? Did we seriously not get clone nipples? Were animated male nipples too much for Lucasfilm and Cartoon Network in the year of our lord 2010? Why are your nipples just slightly darker vague blotches Rex?

Omg Obi-Wan you completely and utterly over the top dramatic bitch (affectionate). Look at him all backlight by the moon looking all dark and mysterious as he hunts down his favourite arch nemesis. 

REX ARMS

Jesus H Christ. My God. Just look at them. Holy fuck. SIR

Also this bit with the farm animal waking him up was hilarious. His wide eyed look of alarm when it was snuffling and licking his face, poor Rex.

Also, Rex Hands? They’re so big. And his fingers are so long. Oh my. Oh no. My brain has already run away with itself.

I may have paused it at the wrong moment but his forearms look hilariously weedy in comparison with the absolute bulging units that are his biceps. 

I know this is supposed to be faux sinister and spooky but do all clones have such lovely beautiful long fingers?

Rex’s spidey senses activated

Cut? Sir? Daddy? Hello? Are all clones just a bulging mass of ripped muscle?

And here we have our philosophical argument for the episode

“Then our children and their children will be forced to live under an evil I can’t well imagine.” Oh no. Oh, Rex. If only you knew.

That was one awkward conversation to have at the family dinner table

Cut was at the Battle of Geonosis? Hmmm I wonder what batch that makes him and how old he is. Especially if Cody wasn’t at the Battle of Geonosis, which we found out in a previous episode. 

Another awkward conversation to have while your kids and wife are just sitting there watching?

Obi-Wan, you are such an overly dramatic bitch. It is hilarious. I love it. A giant Force leap off a tank with multiple somersaults ending in a superhero pose? Really? Also, that poor clone that basically fell out of the exploded tank and was dangling off a bit of it at the end.

Did that clone just shoot an incoming missile out of the air?!

Kids playing outside by themselves? This can only go well. I didn’t realise it at the time but episode 1x2 “Cut and Run” of The Bad Batch did exactly the same thing.

Oop that’s gone well. 

Well Cut clearly hasn’t lost any of his skills from being a clone

Protective Dad Mode Engaged

Also, why is Protective Dad Mode always so damn hot. Hunter does the exact same thing.

Jesse, Hardcase and Kix just absolutely dismantling droids on their speeders

“Always something.” lmao

Cut punching the commando droid and immediately regretting it

So Rex is still just as deadly even with the use of only one arm. 

Poor Rex getting strangled by a commando droid after falling through the floor. Also Cut shooting the droid that was choking Rex was a decidedly badass moment. Thought it did remind me of when Cody basically did the same thing for Crosshair in episode 2x3 ‘The Solitary Clone’ of TBB.

Grievous, did you just try to use a tactical dramatic cape drop on the master of dramatic cape drops himself?

Lol Obi-Wan’s little reach for Grievous. Nooooo come back and fight meeeeee.

Obi-Wan is so pissed that he didn’t get to capture his favourite arch nemesis. He’s having a little sulk. Cody is probably so tired of this shit.

That’s growth right there. Character development time for Rex.

Naw look at Rex riding off into the sunset. Cowboy Rex anyone?

[rebelscums]

Blue (Crosshair x Scientist reader)

Ratings: Fluff | Angst (I mean it’s Crosshair)

Summary: Who knew simply loving a man would be this difficult

Pt 5 of Blue

Winters Day

“Well look who it is!” Fives greeted me by spinning me in his arms, “Happy Winters Day!”

“Happy Winters Day Fives!” I laughed as he set me down.

I greeted each trooper with the same cheerful greeting as he entered my apartment, “Happy Winters Day Jesse! Kix! Hawk! Dogma! Hardcase! Fox! Tup! I’m so glad you could all make it this morning!”

“You know we wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Dogma replied with a wave of his hand, “Unless we were called on assignment because then we would have to go and-”

“And!” Tup nudged his brother, “We’re happy to be here.”

“It’s tradition after all.” Rex said, stepping inside, “Happy Winters Day.”

“You too captain.” I gave him a mock salute before giving him a hug.

Rex returned the hug and gave a pat to my head.

“Is Echo coming?” I asked peering around the captain, “He said he’d be here yesterday…”

“Right here.” Echo called out with a huff, dragging a giant present behind him, “Someone was supposed to help carry this in, but he just had to say hi to you first.” Echo rolled his eyes.

“Hey!” Fives yelled from where he was examining the table of gifts I had set up along with Hardcase and Hawk, “She’s my best friend which means I get to say happy winters day to her first!”

“Yeah and I’m her best friend too.” Echo pushed the gift into my apartment with a huff.

“I’ll help.” Kix chuckled and picked up the dragging end of the gift.

“We’re all best friends.” I chuckled as I peered at the gift, “What exactly did you boys get me?”

“Well, we thought we’d all pitch in this year to get you one big gift.” Rex explained as Echo and Kix carried it towards the middle of the living room.

“Aw! That’s so sweet!” I placed a hand over my heart at the thought.

“You have to open your gift first!” Hawk smiled.

I walked over to the gift that reached up to my waist, “What could this possibly be…”

I tugged on the precise ribbon, no doubt tied by Rex. It fell to the floor as I pulled back the blue wrapping paper…

I gasped in excitement, “Oh my moons! You shouldn’t have!” I squeezed excitedly as I tore into the paper, making way to the giant easel set up.

I knew they didn’t earn that much through their pension, but the thought that they all came together to get me something as big as this was heartwarming.

I fanned at the oncoming tears, “I think I’m going to cry.”

Fives was quick to pull me into a hug, “Hey none of that! We’re here to celebrate.”

“You boys are too sweet, I’m lucky to have you as my friends.” I said smiling at each one of them, “Now hurry up and open the gifts I got you before I turn into a complete mess.” I joked motioning towards the table.

The boys were quick to find their names tearing into their gifts aside from Rex. He took his time to help me set up mine.

“You should at least open yours up.” I motioned towards his.

“Mine is so much cooler than yours!” Hawk yelled at Dogma as he showed off his specially designed blue and white pilot jacket.

“No way!” Dogma tried on his new shoes, “Mine shoes have my tattoo on them which makes them cooler.”

“After this.” Rex smiled at his brothers, “Echo told me you’ve been having with a certain sniper.”

“That snitch.” I shook my head with a chuckle.

I looked at echo who was looking at the matching pistols both he and Fives got. It had the Domino twins written on the side with their personalized tattoos together.

“This is awesome!” Fives exclaimed as he held his besides Echo who nodded in agreement, a smile on his face.

“He’s worried… We all are. You’re our sister, we’d do anything to make sure you’re okay.” Rex said softly.

“I know…” I trailed off watching the others open their gifts, “I finished the modified rifle for him.”

“You made him a rifle?” Rex looked at me in surprise.

I blushed, “I wanted to make him something that would keep him safe… It’s just… He’s so hot and cold… I don’t know how to get through to him aside from weapons.”

Jesse was looking at his new portable music player so he could listen to music while he worked. Hardcase was already trying to turn on the flying drone that shared his tattoos. Fox was looking at a modified electro staff that glowed red and Tup was looking through the box of hair products and personalized hair ties that had a small metal teardrop on each one.

“Maybe you don’t need to. Maybe he needs to get through to you.” Rex stated before grabbing the spotchka Kix passed him.

That made me think for a moment… Maybe I do need to step back a little.

Kix and Hardcase gave everyone a mug of Spotchka as a chorus of thank you’s was thrown while we toasted.

The morning felt nice as a nice chatter envolions the room. I was pleased that the empty space by my window was now filled with an easel and chair for when inspiration hit me.

“Thank you.” I gave Rex a thumbs as we finished the assembly.

“Of course.” He nodded and watched I grabbed his gift off of the table.

“Now hurry up and open yours!” I laughed.

Rex chuckled, unwrapping the gift to find a modified holo pad, one that held memories from each of his brothers and his friends.

“I thought you might want something that you could remember your brothers and friends with for when you have to deploy. Look! It even has me, Echo, and Rex racing those speeders even though you told us not too.” I laughed a little at the memory.

Looking up at his face I knew that this gift meant a lot to him especially when he pulled me into a hug.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

“Anything for my brother.” I replied, “Now when should we head to the bar?”

“After breakfast, I’m starving!” Hardcase exclaimed causing all of us to laugh.

“Looks like that’s my que.” Kix stood up to go cook, “Sue chef, you’re up.”

“Yes sir!” I giggled heading over to the kitchen as well, “You boys know where the remote is.” I said to the others as I walked away.

“Our annual winters day movie?” I heard Dogma ask his brothers as he reached for the remote.

“Of course!” Hawk smiled and the group of brothers got comfortable on and around the sofas.

Soon enough afternoon rolled around and we were getting ready to head to the bar to celebrate with the rest of the troopers. I stepped out of my room in a short white dress with lace snowflakes.

“Oh that is going to get his attention for sure.” Fives whistled.

“Whose attention?” Tup asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Haven’t you been listening? Our scientist here has the hots for the sniper from 99 squad, Crosshair.” Hawk stated while patting Fox’s shoulder.

Fox’s eyes went wide as he looked at me, “You’re what? With him? They started a good fight in the cafeteria! Crosshair gave one of my boys a black eye from a tray he chucked at them!”

I knew my face was as red as the red bow in my hair as I tried to explain myself, “It’s just… You see- Ah?”

“She can’t help who she has feelings with.” Echo led me out the door, “Lets go before the others start a riot.”

“But we can.” Hardcase huffed as we all left to the two cabs waiting for us, “If he so much as touches you, I swear I’ll send him to Geonis.”

“See how he fairs in that battle.” Kix joked.

“Please don’t do anything to him.” I begged though I knew my words held no meaning to them.

“No promises if he hurts you.” Rex said.

Without a doubt they were the best group of brothers I could ask for.

“The Calvary has arrived!” Fives yelled causing a holler throughout the bar.

It seemed that everyone was having a great time celebrating Winters’ day with drinks, music, and friends.

“Let’s get a drink!” Hardcase cheered.

“Drinks are on me boys!” I smiled quickly pulling out my card and passing it to the bartender, “Get these group of soldiers whatever they want for the rest of the night.”

“Whoo!” Fox, Hawk and Fives cheered as the boys gave me a bunch of hugs.

“You don’t have to do that.” Echo spoked softly sliding in beside me.

“I know, but I want to.” I smiled watching the smiling faces of my friends, “Hey Echo, do you know when the 99 squad are going to show up?”

Echo’s lips curled into a small smile, “It’ll be later tonight, you should relax until your prince shows up.”

I nudged his shoulder, “He’s anything, but a prince… But he is my soldier. At least I want him to be… Force, how do I even tell him that?” I muttered in sheer embarrassment.

“So whipped.” Fives joked passing me a shot that glittered with unknown substance.

“What’s this?” I wondered as I took a sip. The fruity sweet flavor made my eyes light up, “It tastes so good!”

“It’s a strong drink so don’t go over board with it okay?” Fives chuckled, “One should be plenty for you to knock the edge off.”

I nodded with a salute, “Yes sir!”

“You should tell him tonight.” Echo encouraged.

“Ohhh you talking about about Mr. Sniper right?” Fives smirked which was soon replaced with a grimace as I smacked his shoulder.

Echo continued, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I am positive he feels the same.” He glanced discretely at the bracelet dangling off my wrist, “Just too much of a hardcase to do anything about it.”

I smiled a bit at that, “I was just going to give him his rifle tonight, but… You really think I should?” I wondered.

“Oh without a doubt.” Echo chuckled.

“You get it girl.” Fives teased as he walked away to catch up with his other brothers, “Jesse! Take a shot with me!”

Tonight it is then… I squared up my shoulders slightly with a breath. On Winters Day I’ll tell him. I’ll tell him how I feel.

The lights began to blur as twirled to the upbeat music played by the live band. Rex was floating around the bar trying to make sure none of his brothers did anything stupid. The other 501st boys were seeing who could drink the most shots which everyone knew Fives wouldn’t surrender until he was blacked out. Echo and Kix kept an eye on me as they relaxed by the bar the moment they noticed that I was tipsy… Too tipsy from just one drink.

“She drank another one didn’t she?” Echo sighed while Kix nodded.

“Yep.” Kix said, popping the p.

“Fives! Fives! Fives!” I yelled his name.

He turned around mid shot.

“It’s our song!” I yelled as he quickly ran over, the two of us doing our famous dance routine that we’ve been practicing since we first became best friends.

The crowd gave us room, cheering us on as we stood side by side, performing each step flawlessly as someone who drank a bit too much could do.

I didn’t think the night could get any better than this, but the cheery atmosphere only got brighter as I spotted my friend Clare.

“Clare!” I stumbled over to her, my arms pulling her in a hug, “You came!”

“Of course!” She chuckled before holding me at arms length to check me over, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Two… Fives told me to be careful, but I snuck one more when the boys weren’t looking, they look so pretty!” I said in amazement, “Like a galaxy!”

“Oh no…” She laughed with a shake of her head, “Those are a hundred percent alcohol!” Her red dress glittered under the lights.

“You look so pretty! I love your dress!” I smiled as she twirled once.

“Thank you! I went everywhere to find a shade of red that matched Tech’s uniform.” Clare replied, “Speaking of which.” She turned slightly and motioned behind her.

“My new friends!” I gasped seeing the Bad Batch already claiming a booth behind Clare, “They came too!”

“Of course they did.” Clare said, her perfectly curled hair bouncing as she giggled, “Let’s go say hi peach.”

She pulled me along the crowd to the boys, my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

“Hello!” I smiled, “Happy Winters Day! It’s nice to meet you!”

“How drunk is she?” Hunter chuckled.

“She’s a lightweight so… Quiet drunk.” Clare explained with a smile.

“I’m not a lightweight…” I muttered, “I feel quiet great actually!”

My eyes scanned over the boys, my smile turning into a frown noticing one very important batcher missing.

“Where’s my soldier?” I huffed.

This caused a round of laughs from the group.

“He’s behind you.” Tech stated as he pointed past my left shoulder.

“Oh!” I spun around to find Crosshair looking slightly flustered at the comment, “Crossy!”

“Your girl was looking for you Crossy!” Wrecker teased.

Crosshair huffed, his breath catching in his throat as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Thank you again for driving me home yesterday.” I said softly.

His hands found their way on my waist, holding me steady, “Sure.” He nodded.

I smiled at this, “I also have another gift for you! It’s at the lab because I’m not allowed to take it off the premises.” I giggled, “Quite dangerous if you know what I mean.” I whispered in his ear, “But I think you will really like it…”

His brothers had never in their lives have seen their brother look as flustered as he did right now.

“You’re drunk.” He spoke plainly as he carefully unwrapped my arms from around his neck.

“Am not. Why does everyone keep saying that?” I squinted my eyes at him before grabbing his hand to bring him over to the booth.

“I’m glad you guys arrived when you did.” I said scooting in next to Wrecker, Crosshair coming to sit beside me, “Everyone’s really having a blast tonight.”

“Is it always this rowdy?” Hunter asked.

I nodded with a laugh, “The 501st boys always know how to throw a party.”

“We should get some drinks then to get in the partying mood!” Clare said as she stood up.

My eyes lit up at the chance to finally get Crosshair a drink.

“Oh! I’ll come with you!” I climbed across Crosshair’s lap much to his dismay to get out, “And don’t go anywhere, I’ll get you your drink.” I smiled at him before looping my arm with Clare’s.

“No drinks for you. I’m cutting you off.” Clare teased.

“I’ve only had two!” I whined.

“I think she’s smitten with you Crosshair.” Hunter said as soon as Clare and I were out of ear shot.

“Yeah she is!” Wrecker yelled loudly, “I can see hearts dancing above her head.”

“Shut up.” Crosshair sneered, crossing his arms.

“It’s cute seeing you so flustered.” Hunter teased.

“By my calculations you’ll both be married within a year… Maybe even less.” Tech stated, “It’ll be only logical for you to have children as well… Then you would most likely leave the squad, though she seems like the type to not take you away from what you love. Plus she is set on her position in the lab so perhaps you two would get a nanny?”

Wrecker and Hunter laughed at Techs calculations.

“Oh you’re totally going to be her lapdog! I can just see it!” Wrecker’s voice boomed in a rioting laugh.

This had Crosshair’s heart racing in anxiety at the thought of being tied down… Of being taken away from the fight… Away from his brothers… To settle down and not see the action of a battle again. That wasn’t him and he was damned if he allowed anyone to take that away from him.

Hunter notices the tense look on Crosshair’s face, “Nothing ever goes according to plan, you know that. Tech’s just trying to get a ride out of you.” He says, “Just let things play out and don’t do anything stupid. She would be good for you.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes at this, “I’m never getting involved with her.”

“This is the drink you like right?” The very voice that irked him spoke at the wrong moment as his eyes fell to the smitten look on her face with dread.

He took the glass without a word, downing the golden substance and allowing for it to burn down his throat. He didn’t let her climb over him either, choosing to move over to Wrecker.

She sat down anyways, a doting smile on her face that made Crosshair want to run. Him marrying her? Not in a million years. He doesn’t need anyone to go home to or to always make sure that lose strand of hair behind her ear in tucked in… No. good soldiers follow orders.

“How long are you guys planning to stay?” I asked, fixing my dress over my thighs.

“As long as the party will have us.” Wrecker responded.

The conversations carried on in ease with more rounds of drinks along the way as everyone celebrated Winters Day. My nerves bundled together each time I would glance at Crosshair, his mood seemingly sour since I left to get him a drink. Or maybe this was just him relaxed? I’m not sure… Maybe I could ask him to dance?

“Cross would you like to-” I tried to gain his attention to which he cut me off to speak to Hunter.

This dampers my mood a bit, but I didn’t let it dissuade me. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions just yet. Maybe he didn’t hear me?

I fiddled with the silver bracelet on my wrist as I waited for him to finish his conversation.

Once the conversation was finished I quickly stood up, “Cross.” I spoke up to make sure he would hear me.

He only glanced at me, prompting me with an eyebrow raise to continue.

“Do you want to dance with me?” I asked nervously as I swayed on my feet.

“I don’t dance.” He stated, placing a toothpick in his mouth.

“You don’t have to dance! Just come with me please?” My voice was on the precipice of begging as I held my hand out for him to grab.

“Come on Crosshair, let the poor girl have a dance.” Clare crossed her arms.

Crosshair huffed, but none the less a moment later he took my hand, letting me lead him to the dance floor. I had a hip in my step at the warmth of his hand in my cold one. I decided to lead him to a less crowded area, turning around to loop my arms once again around his neck.

“You like this position don’t you?” He smirked teasingly.

I blushed, but decided to play his game nonetheless, “Only when it’s you.”

The two of swayed in relatively calm silence, moving off beat to the fast paced song. It felt nice and I couldn’t help, but lean my face against his chest.

“Hey Cross?” I mumbled, my eyes closing as the music changed to a more mellow tempo.

“Hm?” Was his reply, not really focusing on anything, but the way her hair smelled of ocean and flowers.

“Would you like to go to my lab now?” I pressed on nervously even if I couldn’t look him in the eyes as I asked, “I’d really like to show you that gift and maybe we can talk? There’s actually something important I’d like to tell you-”

“No.” Crosshair’s glare shot a shiver of fear down my spine as I took in his crystal ember eyes.

“No?” I repeated confused.

“You heard me. Don’t act dumb, you’re smarter than that.” He said somehow complimenting and insulting me at the same time.

“Oh… I can always show you tomorrow if that would be better?” I asked.

Maybe he just didn’t want to leave the party?

He ignored my question entirely, “Why are you here wanting to dance with me anyways? Shouldn’t you be with your so called friends?” He sneered.

I pulled away slightly to look at him with confusion, “I am with my friends… You’re my…” My voice trailed off, “What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing.” He rolled his eyes, “You’re just ruining the mood being demanding. I’m here to spend time with my brothers, not follow you around like some dog.”

“Excuse me?” I raised an eyebrow, “You’re the one being a jerk. I’m trying to give you a gift I made for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to get me anything!” He spat.

“I didn’t need you to! Why are you always so rude to me?” I said exasperatedly.

“Why are you always so clingy?” His harsh words stung and I stopped swaying.

“Clingy?” I glared, “Me wanting your attention for just one moment is clingy? You barely acknowledge me as it is!”

“That’s because you’re frustrating!” He sighed.

“You’re the one who’s frustrating you hotheaded temperamental mantell mix brain!” I huffed and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine.

My heart practically leaped in my chest as my fingers curled around his short hair. His kiss felt harsh and rough but soft all the same as if it were an extension of him. Shoving so much passion down my throat that I could barely breath yet without it I knew that I would surely die.

“Cross.” I mumbled into his mouth, yelping lightly as he bit my bottom lip.

His hot breath fanned my face as he leaned back and tilted his head, lips inches away from my ear.

“What makes you think I’m going to be your lapdog?” He sneered before walking away and leaving me alone on the dance floor.

My fingers slowly grazed the blood starting to pool from my bottom lip, my heart hammering in my chest and once again I found it hard to breath. Something he seemed to take away from me so easily.

That was our first kiss… That was our first kiss… What does he mean by lapdog? He wasn’t making any sense, I never once thought of him that way…

The room began to spin as I tried to wrap my head around the entire situation. Everything felt so confusing and suffocating all at once. My eyes burned and my heart raced in adrenaline and alcohol.

How can something so sweet be so cruel?

That is what I kept telling myself as I pushed between bodies of people dancing the night away in joy. Something I should be doing, but instead all I wanted to do was cry or scream.

I didn’t find my way back to the Bad Batch instead choosing to find my 501st brothers. My shoulders were slumped in defeat as I trudged my way towards Rex.

“Hey.” Rex greeted me before his posture straightened at my dejected form, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

I shook my head slightly, defeat and confusion fluttering through my body. That seemed to be all he needed to know to understand who and what I was talking about.

“Come on. Let me take you home.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be so quick to throw a good thing away.” Hunter tried his best to persuade Crosshair.

Hunter heard everything and couldn’t help, but want to smack his brother upside the head.

“You’re my friend Crosshair and you deserve happiness.” Clare said calmly, “But she is also my friend so you need to stop tormenting her and yourself with your unyielding ways.”

“I don’t need anyone.” Was Crosshair’s response as he picked up his jacket, “I never ask for her.”

“Then why did you kiss her?” Hunter asked causing Tech’s eyebrows to raise and Wrecker’s jaw to drop.

“You did what?!” Wrecker all, but yelled.

“I’m leaving.” Crosshair hissed. He didn’t wait for a response, heading towards the exit of 79.

“He’s self sabotaging his own happiness.” Hunter sighed for he knew how hardheaded his brother was.

“Persuading him is futile.” Tech simply stated, his arm secured around Clare as they left the bar, “He is unyielding, it is his nature.”

“Maybe not…” Hunter muttered under his breath.

Maybe just maybe… She could bend him.