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randomshipperhere · 3 months ago

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Ai Mikaze Song Rant

!!🧹CLEANING OUT DRAFTS WRITTEN IN LIKE 2021. Posted as is last written🧹!!

that may or may not be an essay but since its structure is completely off, I opted to call it a rant.

Also Ai looks mighty fine in that outfit. Ver. A has him sticking his tongue out. So cute!!

Note: this is a long overdue post that was made prior to the release of the album, I have not changed anything within this because dammit my past self worked her ass off on this and just left it on the backburner for so long.

Before the next batch of Quartet Night Solo Songs get released this year (oh my god its been 3-4 years since the last ones) I wanted to write down the charm of Ai's songs and I hope the trend somewhat continues.

There are a total of 6 songs released since 2012 and each song also has it's own take on love.

Winter Blossom: Parting of a loved one

A.I: Being and feeling loved

Futari no Monogram: Understanding oneself

Innocent Wind: The Warmth of Love

Mune no Kodou: Understanding Love

Synchronism: Playful, and a smidge bit sensual. Looks like the love arc is complete if you catch my drift

And now let's look at the song list:

うたの☆プリンスさまっ♪ アイドルソング嶺二＆藍

Uta no☆Purinsu-sama♪ Aidoru Songu Reiji & Ai

Track 02: Winter Blossom

August 22, 2012

Idol Song: Mikaze Ai

01: A. I

02: Futari no Monogram

June 25, 2014

マジLOVEレボリューションズアイドルソング美風藍

Maji LOVE Reboryuushonzu Aidoru Songu Mikaze Ai

01: Innocent Wind

02: Mune no Kodou

April 29, 2015

うたの☆プリンスさまっ♪ アイドルソング蘭丸＆藍

Uta no☆Purinsu-sama♪ Aidoru Songu Ranmaru & Ai

03: Synchronism

May 24, 2017

Now why does the second part matter? Well to me, if you put them together. Arrange by release date and track number, it almost sounds like a story on its own.

A person who has lost a loved one and forgot what the feeling felt like (Winter Blossom) until they discovered someone who could possibly mend their broken heart and understand the concept of "Ai" (A. I).

After finding this someone, they want to better themselves, become more reliable, someone who could be deserving of that love (Futari no Monogram). That love is returned to them and it feels a bit too much, but they're grateful that this person continues to stay by their side, despite being "broken" (Innocent Wind).

Like any relationship though, it was not just meant to be a sunshine filled story, they got into fights and arguements but that never deterred them from loving each other. Even during the moments they felt down or when he was scared of the passage of time, still uncertain about love, they still stuck with each other through thick and thin. And to understand these overflowing emotions, he wrote it into a song, a ballad, that sung the wishes of normal lovers and how with them, he can understand love. That he too, has that "something" on his chest (Mune no Kodou).

This emotional beat is followed by a happy and relaxing, definitely no underlying desires song about love (Synchronism).

being vague about the last one since I'll explain in each solo segment.

I think you guys get what I mean about the songs tying together to form a story by now right? Which is amazing to me, even if they most likely didn't do it on purpose, it gives a new meaning to listening to Ai's songs. Which make it even more fun to listen to.

So now onto each song and it's significance.

Winter Blossom

The first song by Ai is still as sad and beautiful as the first time I read the english translation~ I cried. This is a very straightforward song. They shared their last moments in winter.

To hide our kiss, we draw closer together to share warmth

and he wishes to God that he could feel the same emotions as her. She's about to go and he knows this, and he doesn't want to forget so he tries to stop his tears. He wants to remember this. Timeskip and he's all alone now with these memories. He doesn't think it's bad, no matter how sad it was, and yet he could only think about what else he could've done. He feels like he understands now, and he tells the words "I love you" even if she wasn't there, and his voice is only heard by the wind. He remembers the moment one last time, and makes a promise.

It's a tragedy that he only figured out what love is after she died. The song really moves me to tears. The hopeful message at the end is really nice and gives the listener a sense of encouragement.

A. I

Just lovers out on a vacation by the seaside. It starts off with him asking

“At what percentage does it become ‘love’?”

The night grows nearer, as you two get closer, and yet all he can feel is uncertainty. Unsure whether his feelings would reach or if he could ever truly express what he feels. Insecure about his own name, one he even called poor, you show him that there is a meaning to "AI". This fills him with happiness and he sees you as someone he can turn to, his warmth. He gives you a kiss. For now, in this moment, you will enjoy the time spent together, even if in the future you may fight. For now, even if he can't express to you all his feelings, the one word you taught him is enough. I love you.

I've always loved the play on words for A.I (artificial intelligence), Ai (love), and Ai (name) used for the song. See I don't understand Japanese writing much but I really wish I did. From what little I know it's amazing to see that Ai uses katakana アイ throughout the song. Katakana is used for loan words or when you want to emphasize something. So him using アイ instead of 愛 emphasizes that he REALLY doesn't understand "Ai". If you look through the wiki, there are like, 5 instances of the katakana being used. First is in the line highlighted above. Another is in "I want to confirm it, this thing you call ‘love’/tashikametai yo kimi no iu 'ai'" and the most important one. The last line of the song.

I ‘love’ you… I love you

AI shiteru... aishiteru

アイしてる…[[愛]]してる

He actually learns what it means you guys. I'm proud of him. Another line that really got me in this song is when he keeps peppering you kisses because he was anxious. Baby, no, I won't leave you. I swear! Even if it takes time for you to understand, I won't let go!

Futari no Monogram

Innocent Wind

Mune no Kodou

Synchronism

Actually, while I was writing this down, I realized that most of his songs have an emphasis on warmth and the sun.

Winter Blossom

To hide our kiss, we draw closer together to share warmth

These memories aren’t bad, they transform into warmth

A. I

Your hand held in mine is so warm

Your warmth, this tender sunny spot is my gentle place to return to

Innocent Wind

By the tenderness of your warmth

This warmth is beyond even words…

Also the word embrace

(Winter Blossom, Futari no Monogram, Innocent Wind)

and hand holding

he's cold you guys

Rant over!

Waaaaa I'm not sure I even did him justice since half the time I couldn't word out what I want to say but hopefully it made some sort of sense???? I just really love him and his songs that I just kinda word vomitted everything.

Also was it super obvious that I adore Mune no Kodou to bits?! I could talk about how that's my favorite song all day because FUCK it's just THAT good.

#ai mikaze #utapri #uta no prince sama #text post

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Confessions

Summary: It's time for your first date with Keeli, but you're a little worried. After all, it's not every day that you confess to being a thief to someone.

Pairing: Captain Keeli x Reader

Word Count: 1715

Warnings: Thief!Fem!Reader, Heated make-out session, tooth-rotting fluff

Tagging: @trixie2023 @the-bad-batch-baroness

Divider by Saradika

When you first met Keeli last week, you hoped that it would lead to a proper date. Hence the whole stealing his comm and profiling him to make him want to spend time with you.

But a part of you didn’t actually think that he was going to ask you out on a date. You know yourself well enough to know that your lifestyle might cause problems for some people.

But the same night, he sent you a comm asking you out on a date.

And you almost, almost, told him about what you do for a living over the comms, but luckily you’re smarter than that, so instead you invited him to your house, in the hopes that you can talk before going on the date.

Best case scenario, he doesn’t care and you get to go on a date with a gorgeous man. Worst case scenario, you have to jump out a window and flee to a safehouse and leave the planet.

Luckily, you already have a safe house set up, and you made sure that there’s nothing in your apartment that might be used against you, if the worst should happen. At your boss’ insistence, of course.

You smooth your dress, and absently fiddle with the necklace you’re wearing, while you cast your gaze towards the chrono.

Keeli should be here soon. Hopefully. Unless he got lost.

You jump a little bit when you hear the doorbell ring. And then a delighted smile crosses your face and you hurry across your apartment to pull the door open.

Keeli stands on the other side of the door, a small grin playing on his handsome face, “Hey there, cyare.”

“Hey yourself,” You reply with a delighted smile, “Come on in.” You move out of the way to let him into your home, and close the door as soon as he’s inside.

He looks around your apartment, his gaze lingering on your furniture, and some of your decorations. “We still have a couple of hours before our reservation.” Keeli says absently, as he walks over to a painting.

“That’s totally fine,” You reply as you bounce over to his side, “It means we can just hang out until it’s time to go.”

He flashes a grin at you, and then glances back at the painting, “This is a very well done print.” He asks.

“Hm?”

“Oh, the original painting went missing about five years ago. Stolen right out of the museum.” Keeli says, “One of my brothers in my battalion is big into art, and ranted about the theft for several hours one day.”

“What did he say about the theft?” You ask, amusement in your voice.

“That the thief probably sold it for spice money,” Keeli replies dryly.

“Well that’s rude.” You say lightly, “I kept it to hang on the wall.”

“You…what?” Keeli turns to look at you, surprise on his face.

“Yeah. It wasn’t even that hard to take. Security was laughable. Honestly, I did the painting a favor by taking it.” You reply easily, “Or else someone else might have taken it.” You turn and head further into your apartment.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You’re an art thief?” Keeli asks, taking one more look at the painting, and then turning and following you into the living room.

“Former art thief. Former jewelry thief. I got better. I steal other things now.” You say nonchalantly.

Keeli stares at you, his jaw slack, “...I have…so many questions.”

Well, this is going better than you feared, “Go ahead.”

“One. What do you steal now?” Keeli asks.

“I’m part of a crew that targets rich, corrupt assholes who will never see the inside of a courtroom. We help their victims get some justice…and maybe a little revenge.” You explain as you sit on your couch.

“Follow up question, you do realize that theft is illegal, right?” Keeli asks.

You shoot him an amused look, “Yeah, Keel. I’m aware. I’m just not good at anything else, so-”

Keeli sits on the couch next to you, “So you just kept all of the stuff you stole?”

“I fenced some of it, and kept some of it.” You tilt your head to the side, “I have a very nice nest egg.”

“And yet you’re still stealing.” Keeli points out.

You shrug easily, “Sometimes the law can’t, or doesn’t, help the people who need it the most. Sometimes good men like yourself can’t help the people who need it the most. And it’s not your fault.”

“Who’s fault is it?”

“The rich and powerful like to stay rich and powerful, Keeli. So they make laws that allow them to stay that way.”

“That’s not-”

“Palpatine.” You interrupt, very gently.

His mouth closes, “Were you investigating Palpatine?” Keeli asks, after a moment.

“We were discussing it. Have been discussing it for years now. Turns out we should have just done it.” You say with a slightly bitter smile, “I am sorry about that. If we acted rather than debating-”

“You’d probably be dead.” Keeli interjects dryly, “But…I suppose it’s nice to see that your group had a problem with the situation.”

You shrug again, “You’re handling this pretty well.” You finally offer hesitantly.

He considers you for a long moment, “I have a couple more questions,”

“Go ahead.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because I like you, and I don’t like the idea of lying to you. Relationships are built on trust, and I want that trust.” You reply promptly.

His breath seems to catch in his throat, and then a soft laugh slips from his lips as he reaches out and lightly touches your cheek, “You could be taking a risk on me.” Keeli points out.

“I could be, yes.” You agree.

“As it happens, I want that trust too.” Keeli admits, and you beam at him. Something that puts a small smile on his lips, “Though, I suppose you’re incredibly rich.” He mutters under his breath.

You shoot him a puzzled look, “It’s just money, Keeli. Most of it just sits in a bank incase I need medical attention.”

“Right. Right, that’s sensible.” He says, “It’s just…I got you something, a present, for our first date. And now I’m thinking it’s not enough.”

You perk up, “You got me a present? Can I see it?”

He hesitates, “I can get you something else. Something better-”

“Please, Keeli?” You ask as you slide closer to him.

He falters, and averts his gaze for a moment. You don’t push him, and you’re rewarded for your patience with him pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and handing it to you, “If you don’t like it-”

“I’m sure it’s great,” You interrupt gently, as you run your fingers over the cardboard box, “Can I open it?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You take the lid off the box, and your breath catches in your throat.

Laying in the box is a delicate looking necklace on a silver chain. A quick glance tells you that it’s real silver, but that’s not what caught your attention. No. Your gaze remains locked on the simple pendant hanging from the chain.

You pull the necklace from the box and set the pendant on the palm of your hand. It’s an intricate looking swirl, in white in red, made out of a material that you don’t recognize.

You run a delicate finger over the swirl, “I don’t recognize this material,” You admit to Keeli, without looking up from the necklace.

“It’s…uh…it’s plastoid. A piece from my armor. My old armor.” He reaches over and lightly taps the red paint, “My color.”

“Oh.” The word falls from your lips in a breathy whisper, and you curl your hand around the pendant and hold it tight against your chest, “Can I keep it? Please?” Your voice sounds thick with tears to your own ears.

He blinks at you, surprised at the tears in your voice, “Of course. It’s yours. I…” Keeli laughs sheepishly, “I spent my first paycheck on the chain for you, and I made the pendant myself. But I’m sure the necklace you’re wearing now is more-” He stops mid-sentence as you pull the necklace you’re wearing off, breaking the chain, and toss it to the side, “Cyare?”

“This is the most valuable item I own.” You say, “Help me put it on?”

“Yeah. Of course.” He takes the necklace back, and moves so he’s standing behind you. Keeli gently drapes the necklace around your neck, and fastens it, and then he rubs his thumb across the soft skin of the back of your neck, “There. How’s that?”

The pendant sits just below your collar bones, and you beam up at him, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Keeli stays close to you, his hand resting on the back of your neck. And then, slowly, his hand follows the chain of your necklace to lightly brush against the pendant you’re wearing.

“Keel-?”

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, sounding wistful. “I know we haven’t even been on our date yet, but…” Keeli trails off, “Can I kiss you, please?”

“Yes,” Your reply is immediate, and his reaction is just as immediate. He leans in and catches your lips with his own. The kiss is soft and slow and gentle, as if he wants to savor the moment.

Your hands come up to cup his face as he breaks the kiss, and then kisses you again and again. “I have an idea,” He murmurs as his lips hover over yours.

“Oh?”

“Mm,” He kisses you again, almost like he’s unable to keep his lips off of yours, “How about we skip our reservation? We order food, and I spend the rest of the night kissing you?”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” You reply with a breathy sigh. A sigh that morphs into a quiet moan when he lightly nips your lower lip. “I need,” You sigh again as his lips trail to your jaw, “Need to call my team and let them know I’m okay.”

“Want to meet them.” He murmurs against your jaw.

“Later.” You whisper.

“Definitely later.” Keeli agrees before he drags his lips back to yours, and catches yours in a passionate kiss, “My perfect, beautiful cyare.” he murmurs against your lips.

#star wars #tcw #captain keeli x reader #keeli x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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magpie-sherlock · 5 months ago

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Oh gosh it is the evening and I realize I never told you about High Fantasy Star Wars like I said I was going to

Okay SO

Some exposition: It's January of this year. I'm about halfway through my Clone Wars binge with my brother, rewatching it in its entirety for the first time since I was like, eight. I also happen to be a Heroforge addict, having already made several Legend of Zelda-themed miniature sets. I decide to apply my love of Star Wars to my addiction, and then decide that since Heroforge has way more options for fantasy than science fiction, that I will lean WAY into the whole "Star Wars Is Just A Fairy Tale Set In Space" thing.

Things get WAY out of control, and instead of a simple "Here's all the main characters of The Clone Wars in a miniature set", I wind up with a whole AU.

A lot of the story and stuff can be found under the #hfsw tag on my main blog, or by going to my (somewhat; I'm working on it) dedicated AU sideblog, @high-fantasy-sw, but since those are kind of chaotic at the moment, I'll also have a brief rundown here:

The main body (and by that I mean the fic adaptation that I'm writing) of the AU focuses on the Prequels, The Clone Wars, and the Original Trilogy. However, me being the Star War-crazed nerd that I am, I also do have stuff for Rebels, The Bad Batch, Tales of the Jedi/Tales of the Empire, and sometimes the Sequels (the first three are canon to the AU even though they aren't part of the main story; the Sequels are not, but I still like to mess around with them a little).

The plot remains nearly identical to the canon universe, just tweaked to fit the Fantasy worldbuilding.

Because I liked the idea of needing to travel long distances on ships to reach other planets, I decided to not make the setting a single continent with each of the planets being a country on the continent. Instead, the world is set in an archipelago on a great sea, with each of the planets as its own island or chain of islands.

(Side note but one thing I'm very proud of is that each character fights with a distinct weapon, and even each Jedi's individual lightsaber is unique to them.)

I haven't really posted much about this either under the tag or on the main blog, but as I am a sucker for symbolism and motifs and what not, there are several distinct fantasy... "subgenres", I guess you could call them, in the AU that are supposed to symbolise what a character or organization or what-have-you represents. To name a few, the Jedi are heavily influenced by Arthuriana (because holy monk-knights and the ideals of chivalry), the war-like and highly-traditional Mandalorians are inspired by Ancient Rome, Padme specifically has a very classic-fairy-tale motif because of her high ideals and hope for the future, and the Empire (and the island of Coruscant, to an extent) is represented by a very grim version of steampunk, because of its desire to dominate and control through mechanical means.

I do have to put a disclaimer on this work: I never claimed historical accuracy in this AU. My whole thing is, "If I think it's a cool idea, in it goes", and so while several aspects of the story and worldbuilding are drawn from history (especially the Jedi and the Mandalorians), it's more of an inspiration than a strictly accurate thing. If historical accuracy is your thing, I would suggest going and checking out @/an-old-lady's Medieval Star Wars AU, which was a huge inspiration on my own idea, VERY cool, and with much more historical authenticity than my story.

Oh gosh I hope I wasn't overstepping with this infodump, and if I was feel free to ignore. But if you enjoyed this rant, I'm so glad! I hope you have a great day :D

ahsjfkfbbdnfkejnfkekrnd I LOVE THIS

I need to go to bed but i am most definitely looking into this more tmr bc YES I AGREE

and ur so real for the “if i like i add” thing. frfr

the archipelago idea is EXQUISITE. and i love the arthurian addition to the jedi

you did not overstep at all! i love infodumps, and i am currently eeting this one. feel free to infodumo any time friend!

#a question for 'lock #margin

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mirkwoodsguardian · 7 months ago

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Bad Batch ranting/reactions

Ha, they're still crazy. Love that.

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Rampart was fucking terrified through that exit plan and it was hilarious.

Once again, there are scenery shots so good it looks like live action. WHY CAN THE SCENES NOT BE BRIGHT ENOUGH TO SEE????

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"Did Rampart make it?" "Unfortunately, yes." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Echo: Steals a droids hand for his disguise. "Thanks for the hand." Once again, Fives would be proud of you.

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That whole convo between Rampart and Crosshair in the jungle was superb. Also fuck off Rampart. And good for you Cross.

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LEAVE THE ZILLO BEAST ALONE I'M STILL PISSY FOR WHAT PALPS DID IN THE CLONE WARS

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Crosshair: "Did you think wrestling that creature was a good idea?"

Wrecker: "At the time, yes."

Cross, my guy. You were not gone for that long and I refuse to believe Wrecker never did that pre-series.

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It is the last episode. WHERE IS THE WINTER SOLDIER CLONE?????

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"It makes me indispensable." Hemlock, my dude. You are in for a rude awakening and I will be laughing my ass off when it comes.

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You know, if Luke and Omega ever teamed up, they would be pretty unstoppable.

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You have NO IDEA how much I want the zillo beast to just fucking destroy tantis.

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CROSSHAIR YOU STOP THAT SUICIDAL TALK RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO GEORGE LUCAS.

"We do this together." ARE YOU THREE KNUCKLEHEADS TRYING TO KILL ME???????

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*Zillo beast breaks loose of the fortress*

Crosshair: "Echo's handiwork, or Omegas?"

Hunter and Wrecker without hesitation: "Omegas."

Which is made a thousand times funnier by Echo knowing Omega did this because it's what he would have done.

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Ok, like, you are straight up stealing the winter soldier arc at this point. It's not even vague parallels anymore you have a clone centric red room.

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Did that bitch make his own version of the batch with the freaking shadow operatives?

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Rampart I swear to the living force if you betray them now I will lose my mind.

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I hope Nala Se took that bitch out with her. Fucking traitor.

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Wrecker is going full on berserker.

Trash them but stay alive damnit.

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OH MY GOD. THAT SHOT.

GET THE FUCKER CROSSHAIR!!!!!

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I don't know if Omega grabbing Cross first killed him or me more but I am crying.

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You know, all of the funding from Hemlock's torture scheme going to the death star would hurt way less if I didn't know THEY STILL MANAGED TO CLONE PALPATINES WRINKLY ASS.

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NO ONE DIED????? ECHO AND THE BATCH ALL MADE IT OUT ALIVE?????

OH MY GOD I'M GONNA CRY FROM HAPPINESS

#tbb spoilers #the bad batch #star wars

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tending-the-hearth · 2 years ago

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Bestie, i haven't watched The Bad Batch but I love Star Wars and i don't mind spoilers so feel free to rant and ramble about it if you want! <3

THANK YOU BESTIE ILY

listen i saw exactly ONE spoiler before seeing the finale today and i fully convinced myself that no, tech was not going to die, because of all the batch members, it was probably going to be either crosshair or echo

literally as soon as tech exited the rail car i knew EXACTLY where things were going because whenever something like that happens, where one character leaves their only mode of transportation/escape during a high stakes moment??? that character is going to die

also the fact that "Plan 99" (aka the plan Tech references before cutting himself loose) is all about self-sacrifice and putting the team over yourself????? literally what 99 did in the clone wars????? i was sobbing on my couch

and also the fact that this season has been SO Tech-heavy, because we first got the season opener, featuring Tech, Omega, and Echo, then we got Tech's racing episode, THEN we got the conversation between him and Omega discussing that yes, the Bad Batch is first and foremost a family, and THEN we got the most adorable and heartwarming budding romance between him and Phee???? Just like how Echo leaving the Batch was foreshadowed, looking back at the season now, they were 100% building up to Tech dying.

i'm still in full denial, btw, and still thinking that we're going to see Tech on Mount Tantiss in Season 3, but we all know that i am completely and utterly delusional when it comes to my favorite clones dying 😌

but i will say that, as much as i adore Tech, i am so so so happy nothing bad happened to Echo, because i was fucking PANICKING during the last like ten minutes of the finale because i was absolutely terrified something would happen to him

but he's okay 😌 and my heart goes out to all the tech fans

also totally not Tech related but HOLY SHIT WE GOT ANIMATED KRENNIC AND A REFERENCE TO PROJECT STARDUST I WAS SCREAMING BECAUSE OH MY GODDDDD

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers

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sleepyselkiesims · 9 months ago

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Part 37

By birth 3, Chris had the drill down-pat. He alternated between his research and comforting Snow.

He did however panic when he realised there was a chance that the baby could also be a vampire, since vampire pregnancy was still a new topic.

So while his technophobe wife was in labour, Chris quickly soogled the answer to his burning question.

Before he found his answer, Snow White skipped and swirled into baby sparkles. Chris quickly dropped the phone to gather them in his arms.

This time, the set of twins shocked absolutely no one. Chris was totally prepared to step in to make sure the second kid was just as loved. But...

There. Was. STILL. ANOTHER.

We're so doomed.

The other children had been sleeping soundly, but Thyme and Strawberry hurried in as soon as they heard the commotion.

The benevolent god quickly shooed them out, because mom was really peckish after her exertions.

Unfortunately, apparently they'd miscalculated just how exhausted Christopher was...

If only he'd made it those few extra steps to the bed!!

He was right as rain the next morning though, and ready to jump back into child care!

For this particular batch though, Snow handled 99% of the childcare herself. She didn't have any needs of her own after all, so she was always available.

Yeah, go Snow!

On an extra sweet note, an old familiar face decided to check-in! In another life, perhaps Snow White and Bella would have become extremely close. If only...

But time was wizzing right past, and before the household had had the time to interact with the babies, it was already time for the age up sparkles!

For a moment, it felt like the room was raining glittery cloud babies.

Hey, this one's a girl!!! Truly a miracle!

Yada yada, skip infancy, and welcome triplet toddlers!! And also a cat, because Chris was a cat lover and had earned a present.

Now, eagle eyed viewers may be thinking, "Hey, that's more than 8 sims!" and "no way you had two sets of twins and then triplets!" so obviously I cheated this!

And you're right, I did cheat.... another boy into the THIRD SET OF TWINS.

Now, if I may rant.... I had a PLAN!! And the sims RUINED it!!

I've been playing the sims for years, and I've been lucky to get 2 pairs of twins in ten generations. They've been so rare I didn't really consider them, and I thought ok, I'll have baby number 1, then 2, then 3, vampire plotline, and once the next story part is through I will hopefully have twins, one more kid, and then the final child will be the heir! So then by the time the heir is here, the oldest kid will be old enough to move out, and I'll have room!

So when the first twins came along I thought, "oh cool! This will speed things along!"

When the second pair arrived, I simply stared at my screen in shock for a while. How in the plumbob could I look after 4 toddlers and then kids at once??? Hello?? The plan was totally out the window. But still salvageable, if I survived the parenthood.

Then I made perhaps my most foolish decision. Noticing how bad Snow's pregnancy symptoms were (again, I've been playing for years, I've never had a sim struggle so awfully with pregnancy), I thought I might as well combine them with the vampire symptoms! After all, both meant getting hungry more, stomach pain, throwing up... why go through it twice instead of once! I could still have 2 kids after the vampire storyline!

Now, I'd downloaded the MC mod for a different save, and suddenly thought. If there had been 2 twins in a row, who was to say there wouldn't be a third, just to spite me? So, I checked.

It was twins AGAIN.

But! This time, one was a girl! So, I went to stare broodingly out of my window to ponder.

At this point, if I had a kid post-vampire plotline, it would make the last child significantly younger than all 6 siblings. And I was dead set on not having the next generation be a super special miracle child; they were supposed to be just another one of the gang. And also probably trans.

I'd been hoping to have more ~ gender variety ~ in the kids, maybe 70/30 boy vs girl. After the second batch of twins, I figured having all-boys worked just fine for both the 7 dwarves and having a trans next gen.

So to have the SINGULAR CHILD BE A GIRL?!?!? Faceplant into the floor moment. That was both special, and took away a trans plot! If it was both girls then yeah ok, but sims wanted to mess with me ig!

After hours of contemplation, I came to my final decision: I would continue the twin-boys streak with cheats, and leave the girl as she was: triplets! That way, the age gap wouldn't be so horribly big, and I wouldn't have to worry about accidentally getting 8 dwarves later.

As for there only being one girl... well, I worked out an incredibly goofy way for it to make sense with the next gen. So that'll be fun to play out!

Oh plumbob wish me luck getting to that point though. I've never extended a household before, so fingers crossed I don't accidentally delete anyone. I also need to do some serious house expansion with limited funds... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Oh yeah, I also MCd all the kids into humans. They weren't vamps before I cheated, and honestly from experience I know I can only handle one vamp at a time. I may or may not make one a vamp later, we'll see.

#sleepysims #Snow White #disney princess legacy challenge

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ireadwithmyears · 7 months ago

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i’m just gonna add a read more here cause I like to talk.

I am a fellow hunter Simp, so the section about him was written with a very personal experience in mind. Me and my friend have developed some strategies about going out on the town together, and the ones I mentioned here are really helpful. I might have a general idea of what she looks like, because I do have some vision left. However, I’ve been blind since birth, and put me in a situation where we’ve been separated and I’m potentially lost, I’m going to be too anxious to recall any of that when I ask someone to help me find her and inevitably, their first question is going to be well, what does she look like? So setting a part time Where she can describe to me her physical appearance in general as well as what she’s wearing that night really takes off that stress. Also yes, bright and contrasting colours are super helpful especially if you’re going somewhere like the club and everything is dark around you. Makes it super easy to differentiate the person you’re with.

I’m so happy to hear that Echo spoke to you so deeply. I am a hunter girly, but I’m also an eEcho girly, and as a disabled coded character, he’s really special to me and unlike most others, would be able to understand your feelings in a way that others wouldn’t. He knows exactly why you’re feeling like a burden because he has felt the same way, especially after the citadel and he was a new member of the batch. And he’ll tell you what they told him when he was struggling and felt like he was just making their lives harder. “We didn’t ask for you to be with us because we thought you’d make our lives easier. We wanted you with us because we saw your value, your skills, your devotion, and that’s what we admired. None of your struggles suddenly change any of those things or make them any less true.

It’s crazy to me how worlds apart kids are with guide dogs versus adults. I have a guide a dog myself, and if you tell a child please don’t interact with it, and here’s why, they are so respectful about those rules and suddenly, that dog isn’t important. They act like it doesn’t even exist . Adults, however, they might think that because I don’t have much vision left, they can get away with a sneaky pet. Or, they won’t pet, but they talk in a baby voice which honestly, is just as bad if not worse when it comes to your dog getting distracted while working. Or they just make passive aggressive comments like oh, I wish I could pet you, but I know I’m not supposed to, which by the way, is still talking to my dog and is still distracting. Adults need to learn from their kids. Sorry, had to rant.

I just feel like Crosshair would place such a high value on your autonomy and independence, because he would understand how frustrating it is for people who try to make choices for you, and even if they are well-meaning, try to help you by being too overbearing. He understands that you have figured out how to survive this long, and he doesn’t want to get in the way of that flow by being over protective. However, if you don’t ask for help because you’re being stubborn and it gets to the point where you put yourself at any kind of risk, that switch is flipped And he’s going full protective, that was really stupid of you and I’m saying this because I love you but don’t ever do that again.

Please, yes, give me more clones to do these with. I will do it. Just let me know of who, either here, or shoot me an ask or message, and I would be more than happy to take requests. And if you have any specific scenarios in mind, I can do my best to incorporate those as well.

How each member of the bad batch would be with a visually impaired significant other (short imagine’s/headcannons

Word count: 5.4K

Pairings: the bad batch ex female reader (individual)

Tags/warnings: some are suggestive, mostly domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, mild injuries

note: look, it’s the epitome of self indulgence. I wrote this solely because I’m blind, and have never seen these ideas discussed when it comes to our beloved boys. However, I recognize that the majority of people reading this will not have shared this experience, so this is why I am adding a disclaimer/reminder to tell you that blindness is a spectrum, and the majority of us have at least a degree of useable vision left, so that is why I continue to use visual language/descriptors like look or watching. That being said, I hope you enjoy these, I had so much fun writing them, and if you have an idea for a specific scenario so I can do more of these, or another particular clone who isn’t a member of the batch, please let me know, and I would be happy to write more

Hunter🩷

Hunter is the best at planning dates when it comes to keeping your accessibility and comfort in mind.

If he wants to take you out somewhere, he’ll always go and scope it out beforehand, analyzing things that might not make it an enjoyable experience for you. I.e. if the lighting is too low and will obscure any of your remaining vision. If the music is too loud and will make it hard for you to effectively communicate with him. He knows that both of these things, especially when they’re working in tandem, can make you feel on edge and anxious, and that’s the last thing he wants you to feel when he’s taking you out on a date.

He will always ask the establishment about things like accessible or braille menus, or, if you happen to have a guide dog, seating that will have the space to accommodate and be comfortable for all of you.

If the menu isn’t accessible for you, he will always give you a heads up beforehand, using his datapad to pull up the menu on the holonet so that he can help you familiarize yourself with it, and you can decide what you want before you get there, taking a lot of the stress and pressure off of you because you don’t have to rush.

He wants you to feel cherished, loved, and safe when you’re out and about with him. So if you are going somewhere that’s particularly busy or crowded, he will also adapt himself.

He’ll keep you close, whether it’s with your arm tucked securely in the crook of his elbow to guide you around, or his hand gently placed on the small of your back, letting it rest there so that you know he’s right there with you.

He never plans on getting separated from you, but if, by some unforeseen circumstance, it happens by accident, he has a plan for that too.

If you’ve got remaining vision that is useable, he will intentionally wear bright, contrasting colours to make him easier to spot, even when he’s a distance away.

If you don’t have any remaining vision, he’ll wear something like keys that jingle, or an article of jewellery that makes a distinct sound as he walks so that you can tell when he’s approaching.

Regardless, every time you go on a night out, he will take the time to describe his appearance to you in detail, his general physical description, what he’s wearing, so that if, for some reason, you do get separated, you know how best to describe him to someone, so that they can locate him for you and help you make your way back to him

His enhanced senses have become innately attuned to your normal patterns and rhythms, and if he notices any rapid fluctuation or change be it with your breathing or heart rate, indicating that the environment you’re in is causing you stress, he’s whisking you away, taking you back home, despite any of your protests. He knows you’re just fighting him because you feel guilty about potentially messing up the night, which you absolutely are not.

He will not let you feel that way for long, because when you’re home, he is determined to make you feel like the beautiful, treasured, and wanted human being that you are.

He orders your favourite takeout food. He’ll lie you down on your bed, surrounding you with soft blankets and pillows, gently and tenderly beginning to caress and massage the tension from your tensed up shoulders and back, partly because he feels like he might have inadvertently been the cause of it being there in the first place.

“I’m sorry,” you try to apologize. “I know you really wanted to...”

“Shh,” he quiets your apology, a hand coming up to softly brush a finger against your lips, resting his forehead against yours gently. “Meshla,” he breathes, unable to help the small smirk of amusement that pulls at the corners of his mouth as he observes, taking note of your breath audibly catching in the back of your throat as his finger, slow and slightly teasing, begins to lightly trace the edge of your bottom lip.

He presses his lips to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss as he affirms, “this is all I want,” he breathes in a whisper close to your ear that immediately has your whole body erupting in goosebumps.

“You,” he continues, his voice a low, husky rumble against your neck as his lips press, warm and deliberate, directly where your pulse flutters beneath them, pulling a soft, yet audible gasp out of you, that makes his lips curve up into a smile that you can feel against the skin of your neck. “Are all I want.”

He spends the rest of the night taking his time to prove that to you, in every way that he knows how.

Tech🩷

He takes note of every single bruise you get on your legs from bumping into shit all the time.

You’re blind, it’s just an occupational hazard. You might not even notice that you have one, but he certainly does, and he’ll take care to notify you of every time you accumulate a new mark in your collection.

“There is a bruise directly above your left knee,” he observes, gentle fingers tracing over the mark with a soft frown marring his features.

He naturally has picked up on using the language that is most helpful to describe the location of something visual to you. You didn’t even have to ask the first time you were on hands and knees on the floor, feeling around for one of your shoes. He didn’t point, and say “it’s over there,” which is just instinctive habit for most people. Instead, he had a used more specific directives like “behind you, on a slight diagonal to your right.”

“How did this happen,” he asks softly now, placing your hand directly on top of the blossoming mark on your leg.

You give him a half shrug and a rueful smile. “I don’t know,” you admit, honestly puzzled. “It happens all the time.”

From then on, he observes you closely, quickly coming to the realization that there are things that are just harder for you to look out for, and, just as quickly, doing his best to rectify each one. He’s easily able to identify a pattern of cause and effect that lead to your many bruises, bumps, and small every day accidents, and rather than being over bearing and cautious with you, he just figures out a way to remove the root of each problem entirely.

Each step on the Marauder’s gangway is suddenly marked with a long strip of brightly coloured tape at each edge, so that you can more confidently move down the steps without having to fumble to find the edge with your foot.

Low sitting caf tables in the middle of the living room, with sharp, jagged corners jutting out are suddenly pushed up against the wall, so that you don’t have to be careful while stepping around them, trying not to hit your leg off of one of them.

He makes sure that any overhead cupboards in the kitchen that are hard for you to notice until your head is colliding with their open doors, are kept securely shut, recalling a particular incident when, whilst putting away dishes, your head had caught on one of the cupboard doors, large bump blossoming on your forehead, just barely missing your eye. He had frowned, gently holding an ice pack to the swelling bump, deciding that from now then on, he would put any of the dishes away that needed to go on the top shelves. He wouldn’t budge on this, even when you tried to argue.

“Cyar,” he had said, voice stern, even as he gently took you by both of your shoulders. “I understand your need to be able to do things independently, and I respect it greatly. But, as much as you can make a light about getting bruises on your legs from these little incidents. Your head is much too important to apply that same lightness to, and I will not compromise on that so please, let me do this for you.” he had leaned down, barely brushing his lips over the bump on your head in a caring, affectionate gesture, and that had made your resolve completely crumble.

He’s also hyper aware of your systems and ways of organizing things, and it has become a habit for him to make sure that it is maintained.

Shampoo and conditioner bottles that look almost identical with exception to the labels that isn’t much help to you are always set in a specific order for you to find in the shower. You always leave things like your wallet and your cane in the same place, and if anyone messes with these orders, it can really throw you off.

If anyone does touch or move any of your things, regardless of how insignificant, without telling you first, Tech will find out, and, especially if it’s one of his brothers, will thoroughly scold them for it, ensuring that they understand why somethings so small could be really frustrating and disorienting for you, and makes sure that they never do it again.

If you read braille, this man learns it for fun one day on a whim, and he doesn’t even tell you about it.

He’ll put away your groceries for you one day, and then you’ll be searching for something like a dinner ingredient, and find that he’s attached a braille label to the box, with completely correct use of the six dots that form the language.

When you confront him with it, he only shrugs, adjusting his goggles with a slightly confused expression.

“You sound surprised,” he observes with one raised eyebrow. “In a practical sense, this was a logical solution,” he continues, clearly unfazed by your display of shock.

“That’s not fair,” you pout, leaning against the counter and folding your arms. “If you’re going to learn braille, then you at least need to teach me some Mandoa,” you challenge.

“I was not aware that you were interested in the subject. But that is an agreeable request. What would you like to know?” He asks, looking at you questioningly.

“Like,” you bite your lip, considering, tilting your head in curiosity. “What’s that word that you always call me?” You ask. “It starts with an S? I think? Or maybe a C...c cyar?” You say, suddenly uncertain and cringing at your own pronunciation.

He straightens, suddenly grateful that you’re unable to see the blush that’s crept into his cheeks as he answers evenly.

“Ah, yes, the word that you were saying is correct. Cyar... it means, love... or beloved,” he answers, voice going soft as he catches your hand in his, almost absently pressing his lips to the back of your knuckles briefly as you stare at him, surprised.

“You ... you love me?” You ask, hopeful and voice clearly bewildered. The smile that pulls at the corners of your lips lights up the whole room.

Both eyebrows arch as he looks down at you, because now he’s the one who’s confused. When he responds, his voice is far less confident and sure than it usually is. It holds almost a shy, completely uncharacteristic timidness, which conveys the genuine honesty in his words when he speaks.

“Well ...cyar. of course I do. I thought it was obvious.”

Echo🩷

Echo, unlike most people, understands all the aches and pains, mental and physical, that come with being disabled.

He’s sat with you on the bathroom floor, your head resting against the cool linoleum of one of the tiles on the wall after a concert. You had come home to find your head throbbing from the after affects of being surrounded by a combination of extremely loud music, a screaming crowd, and strobe lights that made you wish that you didn’t have any remaining vision at all.

Your eyes were shut tightly, and your heart fluttered with surprise and gratitude when, with his one functioning hand, Echo, movements slow and meticulous, carefully began to undo your hair from the tight updo it had been forced into all night. There he sat, fingers so, so gentle as they ran through your hair, undoing the tangles and soothing away some of the tight ache that had gathered at the back of your head.

He’s careful to stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt the little bit of peace that you had found. The only thing that fell from his lips were gentle breaths and soft murmurs of “oh, sweetness, s’okay,” lips pressing the lightest kisses to your flushed cheek, the side of your aching forehead, until the painkillers had finally, finally kicked in.

If you’re a cane user, he always has his eyes peeled for the little bumps and cracks along the sidewalk.

He’s seen what happens when the tip gets caught in one of them, when the handle inevitably jabs against your stomach or ribs and the immediate discomfort on your face that follows.

He also sees the bruises that are left there afterwards, and as much as he loves gently pressing his lips to each of them, reassuring you that he’ll kiss them better, he’d rather them just not be there in the first place.

So, he always watches out for them, giving you an ample warning on ones that your cane could get caught in so that you can move it out of the way.

He takes you to a holofilm, and you both don’t realize that it’s not available with audio description until you’re in your seats and the headset doesn’t work. He immediately turns to you, giving you a reassuring smile and offering his hand, saying “We can leave, if you want. If you’re not going to get anything out of this, we can go, and we’ll find something else to do.”

You decide to stick it out, rationalizing that you’ll still be able to get something out of the film, if not the whole story, and besides, he can catch you up on parts you didn’t understand after it’s over.

In the end, it’s still worth it for you.

You finish half of a bag of popcorn before commercials are even over. You’re intrigued by the movie for almost half of it, and then finally, you spend the rest of it passed out with your head resting on Echo’s shoulder, only for him to wake you, slightly chagrined, when the credits are rolling.

When you’re out of the theater, you walk together hand in hand down the street. He apologizes profusely, saying that he should have done more research. You try to laugh it off to reassure him that it was fine, because you just had one of the best naps of your life in that theater. When it’s clear that that doesn’t help, you’re turning to him, sighing with a small frown.

“Echo,” you say with a small shake of your head. “I’m the one who should be sorry, not you, love.” At his look of bewilderment, you continue. “You do so much for me already, and I’m just so, so grateful for that. It’s not always something I feel like I can repay you for.” You look away, ashamed.

Because it’s true. He has his own set of issues and lingering problems from the injuries he sustained at the citadel. You can encourage him to do things like his physiotherapy exercises that ensures that his cybernetics are working in tandem with his body. But you can’t actually help him with them, whether it be with making modifications or repairs. It sometimes makes you feel a bit useless, because he helps you so much and you feel like you can only help him so little, and you feel like you’re just adding to his already overflowing plate sometimes.

“I know there could be easier people for you to be with,” you confess, voice quiet.

Echo stops dead at the street corner, catching your wrist to stop you from moving forward, and turning to fully face you with his brow creased in a frown.

“Oh, Cyar’ika,” he says, voice soft, reaching out a hand to tilt your head up so that you’re looking at him. “Now who put that idea in your head, ner kar’ta?” he whispers, gazing down at you with pursed lips.

Unexpected tears spring to your eyes at his gentle tone. The truth is that you can’t place this feeling on a singular person, though people have contributed to it. Family members have made comments in passing, strangers who look at the two of you and immediately begin to judge from there own preconceived notions and outside opinions. It’s society at large, who has made you feel like your blindness is a burden to the ones you love.

You don’t know how to say that, though. So you remain silent as Echo leans down, dropping a lingering kiss to your forehead as he whispers, “I don’t need you to make my life easier, cyar. You make my life meaningful, and that, to me, is more important.

He rests his forehead against yours, brushing a soft kiss to your lips. “Your needs don’t make you a burden, cyar’ika. I want you to remember that. I want to make sure that they are always being met. It’s the least I can do, you understand?”

All you can do is nod, your heart in your throat.

The next time you go see a holofilm with him, and the audio description isn’t available, Echo is prepared this time.

He still offers to leave, but when you refuse, he has a plan. In his own time, and on the occasions when you both have been watching something at home, he always makes sure the described video settings are on, for your benefit, and when he’s alone, for his.

He’s observed closely, listening and carefully paying attention to how the narrator’s go about describing things. So, when the movie starts, he leans over to you, keeping his voice low and quiet, beginning to describe to you what’s happening onscreen, careful to never interrupt any dialogue.

You stare at him, more than a little surprised. “Echo, are you going to do this for the whole film?” You ask, caught off guard and delighted all at once.

He gives you a quick nod. “Yes,” he answers matter-of-factly. “Now, be quiet and let me do it.”

True to his word, he does, staying close to you and keeping his voice quiet, so as not to disturb anyone around you. If someone still tries to shush him or gives him a dirty look for talking in the theater, he glares at them, in only the way that Echo can, until they stop.

This time, you stay awake during the whole film, watching intently, and listening to echos every word as he is meticulous in describing the visual things that you’re missing. In spite of all of the things that are different in comparison to your last date, one thing still remains the same.

You still finish the movie with your head resting on his broad shoulder, and he still looks at you like you’re the centre of his world.

Wrecker🩷

The first time you make a blind joke about yourself in front of him, he’s terrified.

Instinctively, he starts laughing, but then, registering your words, he immediately cuts himself off, not wanting to offend you, and is concerned that you’re being mean to yourself, which he will not allow.

When you only snort at his reaction, playfully nudging him and explaining how it’s fine, because you have to make fun of the things that you are unable to change, and how it’s actually a mark of self love if you have the ability to laugh at yourself, slowly, he begins to understand.

Soon enough, he not only readily laughs at your self deprecating humour and blind jokes, but at one point, he ends up slipping out one of his own before he can stop himself.

Again, he’s immediately apologetic and regretting his words, but when you throw back your head and laugh heartily, he feels a little less insecure and soon enough, you both have the ability to crack blind jokes with each other without missing a beat, to everyone else’s chagrin and fond amusement.

He decides that having the ability to make you laugh, getting to watch your eyes sparkle with amusement and hearing the sounds of your joy is music to his ears, and is one of his favourite things.

Wrecker is your number one protector. Not in a toxic, over protective way.

Even though he’s only got one functioning eye, chances are he’s still got more vision than you, so he’s taking it upon himself to be the working set in this relationship, meaning he’s always watching out for you.

If you’ve got a guide dog, the first time he encounters it, he might have gone to pet it, but, before he did, he sees the do not interact sign, and stops short, quickly pulling back and apologizing.

He asks questions, just to make sure he understands why it’s important, and after you explain it, he fully respects the boundaries and never forgets them, to which you are immensely thankful.

He doesn’t understand why you’re so grateful for him just doing the decent thing, until you tell him that a lot of people understand that you’re not supposed to pet the dog, but will either do it anyways, thinking that if you can’t see them doing it and they do it silently, you won’t notice, or they’ll talk in a distracting way to the animal, which is sometimes worse, and equally as distracting for the dog to work through.

This angers him, that they would take advantage of your blindness in such a disrespectful manner, and because you’ve explicitly told him that distracting your dog could potentially put you in danger, under the right circumstances.

From then on, he’s always watching.

If someone is petting your dog while it’s working, or trying to distract it, he’s right there, towering over them and glaring with his arms crossed, not so subtly pointing at the do not pet sign until they back away, stuttering and flustered.

If a child runs up to pet it, he’ll much more gently intercept them, crouching down on the ground to quietly explain to them the rules. In your experience, children are often much more respectful than adults, and watching him interact so kindly with them melts your heart every time.

Wrecker is tall. Standing at 6 feet six, it makes him not the most ideal guiding companion.

If he’s guiding you himself, sometimes, unintentionally, his elbow might knock against your head, for which he is immediately aware of, and instantly apologetic.

He will always stop, large hands gently cradling the sides of your face as he looks you over, worried that even the slightest bump from him could leave a bruise. Regardless of what he finds, though, he’ll always lean down, dropping a kiss to your forehead with a soft, “m sorry, meshla.”

His solution to this problem, however, is a tad bit unconventional.

When confronted with a situation where it’s just more efficient for him to guide you, for example, a street blocked off by construction, taped off areas and pylons everywhere, instead of offering you something like his hand or his wrist to hold, he simply reaches down, scoops you up into his arms and carries you over his shoulder until you’ve both cleared the obstacles together, you letting out a surprised squeak and giggling all the while.

Wrecker finds you beautiful, every day, all the time, and he is constant with his reminders of that.

As a blind person, it can be more difficult to coordinate a whole outfit, look, hair, and make up. He is so appreciative, and loves if you do that. But, if you’re one of those blind people who never learned how to do make up, who isn’t as confident in their sense of personal style, and you feel a little bit self-conscious about how much, or how little, in your opinion, effort you put into your look when you’re going out on a date with him, he will quickly assuage your fears the minute he catches wind of them.

He’s very good at detecting those days where you’re not feeling good about your appearance, just intuitively sensing when you’re having a bit of an off day, and when you could use a reminder of how beautiful and precious you are to him. He knows he can’t magically change your mind.

But he can tell you about all the things he finds attractive about you, every day, if you need that reminder.

He’ll tell you of each one, each part of you that he finds beautiful beyond belief, while taking the time to softly caress and kiss each one, with whispered affirmations of “Such a pretty little thing,” and “You’re perfect, cyar, absolutely perfect.”

And if that’s not enough, he’ll keep going, keep moving downwards until he can look up at your beautiful face, watching from in between your parted thighs as your lips form equally beautiful noises for him.

Crosshair🩷

It isn’t that Crosshair doesn’t want to help you. It’s just that, honestly, he’s a little bit hesitant to, in the beginning, fearing that he might overstep, because he places such a high value on choice, and respects your independence and autonomy to much to question you and your abilities.

He trusts that, if you need his help, you’ll come to him and ask. He also trusts that you’ve been living with blindness for a long time, maybe even since birth, and you’re aware enough to know your boundaries and limits, trusting that you’ll advocate when you need him to help with one of those limits.

Just because he doesn’t help you as much in the physical sense, does not mean he isn’t your number one advocate, because he absolutely is.

For example, if you’re a guide dog user, and you both are going out together using a ride sharing app. If the driver refuses to let you in they’re speeder because of your service dog, he will wait patiently for you to explain, analyzing every micro expression of the driver and knowing when they’re still not listening to you, and he will step in without hesitation.

Wearing his most menacing glare, and in a voice that is deadly calm, he will absolutely read them the riot act. He knows every law regarding your guide dog, and knows just how properly to phrase them in a way that will make the driver scared, usually when he mentions the 5000 credits fine they could be sued for not denying you access

He’s also keeping his eyes out to make sure that no one distracts your dog, and isn’t afraid to directly confront anyone who tries, saying something snarky like, “You know, maybe you’re the one who needs a guide dog, if you can’t read the don’t pet me sign that’s right in front of your face,” paired with a signature eye roll.

They always back away stuttering, and it always makes you laugh, even as you gently rebuke him, saying “Cross, that was a bit rude.”

He scowls, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him as he responds.

“And you, sweet girl, are too nice,” he purrs lowly against your ear. But, with the way that he begins to nuzzle at your neck, you don’t really think it bothers him that much.

If you’re one of those blind people who feels like asking for help is just burdening other people with your problems, and would rather risk facing the consequences by trying to do something yourself, rather than ask for help, he will find out, and he will not be pleased in the slightest.

Your stubbornness is something that he loves about you. But if it has a tendency to go too far, especially if you’re putting yourself in harms way, that adoration will quickly turn to frustration.

For example, one time, you both were staying at a place that had a glass topped stove.

These things are so inaccessible for blind people, it’s not even funny. But rather than admit defeat and let him cook dinner, you decided that you could figure it out, and gave it your best shot.

Your best shot ended with you trying to line up the pot with the burner, and very quickly, receiving a searing burn on your hand from touching the heat.

You had not anticipated it getting that hot that fast , and as you quickly pull your hand away, tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you let out a pained hiss.

““what are you doing?”

He had materialized behind you from seemingly out of nowhere, voice a silky, yet tensed coil as he reaches around you carefully, quickly flicking off the burner before long, dextrous fingers wrap around your wrist, still gentle, even as he insistently pulls your hand away from where you’ve been clutching it to your chest, eyes keenly examining the burn with a soft frown on his face.

Wordlessly, he guides you over to the kitchen sink, hand on the small of your back, turning the water on cold and carefully placing your injured hand beneath the stream.

Only then does he come to stand in front of you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, his expression hard as he looks down at you.

“What were you thinking, cyar?” He grits out, voice almost a growl as he tries to understand. “Why didn’t you wait for me? I could have helped and prevented this,” he gestures to your hand. “From happening.”

You blame the trembling in your voice on the lingering throbbing ache in your hand.

“I’m s sorry. I I thought that I could figure it out. You were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you B because I’m scared that I burden you with all the help I need sometimes and.”

“Stop,” he cuts you off in one quick, decisive syllable, and you instantly fall silent.

He tilts your chin up with one hand, guiding your eyes to look at him. His lips form a thin line when he sees the glimmer of unshed tears there. When he next speaks, his voice is still firm, but there is an underlying gentleness and softening in his tone. It has lost its hard edge, and it’s protective bite.

“You are not a burden, to anyone, but especially to me.”

“But,” you try to interject, but he easily silences you, taking your face in both of his hands and cradling it gently.

“Shh, cyar, listen to me,” he says, his voice a quiet command.

“If you are a burden, then you are my burden. In the same way that I am yours.” He takes your uninjured hand in his, relaxing his fingers against yours, allowing you to feel it’s tremors.

Oh.

It’s been so long since his hand has shaken like this. He’s worked so hard to try and work through this particular trauma, and though it hasn’t completely gone away, it only begins to tremble during moments of high stress. You flush with shame, realizing that this moment of high stress is completely on you.

“I know what you’re doing, and stop it,” he says, voice stern, squeezing your hand in a silent warning. “Look at me, cyar’ika,” he continues, voice softening.

When you do, he continues. “If we are each other’s burdens, then we take care of each other, together. Do you understand me?”

You nod, actually stunned into complete silence at his proclamation.

“Good,” he says, voice softening further. He leans forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, fingers gently caressing the side of your neck as he pulls back.

He gives you a playful nudge as he smirks.

“Don’t ever try something like that again, cyar,” he quips with a scowl. “Your eyes already don’t work, and if you lose one of your hands, you’re completely fucked.”

All the levity of the moment vanishes, and it ends with your face pulling into a smile, a soft laugh falling from your parted lips as he watches you, eyes filled with adoration.

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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NO BUT LIKE CONCEPT: SMUT HC where mob!steve comes back from a rough night that leaves him very much outta it and ur the only one who can help him ... in more ways than one

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs are welcome. This blog and this story is 18+. Do not read, follow or interact if you are not 18+.

I'm making this a drabble cause I can't work with HCs. Thank you❤ Warmings -explicit sexual content, dom Steve, daddy kink, spanking, blood and wounds, bullets. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

You put some distance between your poor ear and your phone upon hearing your friends loud screech, excited since she saw your Instagram post of your new engagement ring.

"It is so beautiful! And so unconventional and unique too!"

"Mm-hm," you hummed, applying a second coat of your fiery red nail paint, to make it more intense, you just knew it'd look amazing against Steve's pale skin, he absolutely loved it when you scratched him and were a bit rough with him.

You never gave him any pointers on what kind of engagement ring you'd like, only thing that was a bit too obvious - which you never actually needed to say - was that you loved shiny things. So he has gotten you a ring with a huge sapphire ruby and tiny sparkly diamonds adorning the band. It was everything you needed and more.

"Makes sense because our relationship is anything but conventional." Where he had never directly said that his job involved a few things that were kind of, sort of, illegal but you weren't an idiot, it didn't take you long to figure out.

You knew he was important and rich when he asked you out, not just because he wore fancy clothes, but the way he carried himself, tall and proud and an aura that dominated any room he was in, two bodyguards always around him, and when you both started getting serious he assigned Peter, who was sort of an intern or newbie from what you gathered, to always escort you places and take care of you.

Maybe it wasn't exactly the most rational thing to do - marrying someone who was as feared as he was respected - but all you knew was that he was a good man and you had faith in him, so you stayed away from that part of his life.

"You must be planning the wedding now," she beamed over the phone.

You scoffed, blowing on your fingers, "No, he's always at work these days. It's so annoying, if it doesn't change then I'm leaving and taking the ring with me."

You looked at it sparkling on your finger, it was too beautiful to part with. Besides it became yours as soon as he gave it to you.

"You're late, but there's nothing new about that," you puffed out your cheeks, hands crosses under your chest, as he loosened his tie and worked on taking off his shoes. He had been coming home past midnight for the last month, enough was enough!

"Doll," he groaned, looking at you and ready to tell you off and ask for some space, but then he saw you. In a satin babydoll that barely covered you, with lace trimmings that did nothing to hide your soft nipples, your toes and nails painted just the color he liked, and you were wearing those ridiculous fluffy slippers with bunny ears that he had grown to love.

His mouth opened and then shut like a damn goldfish, forgetting what he was about to tell you.

"Steven," you furrowed your brows.

He knew he was in trouble as soon as you called out his full name. "Yeah?"

"When are we going to discuss the wedding?"

"I'm sorry, doll, work has been hectic these days. But soon."

"Soon? Soon doesn't do it for me," jutting your hip and leaning against the door to your walk in closet, "I need an exact date."

"I can't give it to you right now, puppy," his jaw clenching as you rolled your eyes, "Watch yourself, sweetheart. I had a long day, you don't wanna get on my bad side today."

"You shouldn't have put a rock on it if you didn't intend on marrying me," rolling your eyes extra hard just to get on his nerves.

"I do want to marry you. But right now... you're sort of making me have second thoughts."

He regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. Because you looked about ready to smack him.

"Fine then. I guess I'll leave and go live with my mother from now on. She would be happy for sure, she isn't too thrilled about our engage - " you stopped your rant as soon as you noticed crimson seeping through his crisp white undershirt as he took off his coat.

Your eyes as wide as saucers, your heart beating fast and hard in your chest and you could feel your eyes getting watery. You weren't handing out empty threats, you were definitely serious about leaving. Just to remind Steve of just how much he loves you.

It wouldn't be the first time. You had done it once before, when you went back to live at your apartment because he yelled at you for going out with your girlfriends without Peter. You didn't need a babysitter, especially not one who was several years younger than you. You had gathered up your things from Steve's penthouse and went home with a heavy heart. You loved him with all your heart, but there was no way you could make it work with someone who was that controlling and mean to you.

But he came to you, literally got on his knees to apologize and to beg for you to take him back. He even made you give up your apartment and got you a bigger house for you both to live in. Just so you couldn't take off ever again.

"Steve... your bleeding..." you said as you held back a sob. Any anger you had towards him was now gone.

"Oh, shit," he looked down to his side, "Must've ruptured the stitch or something..."

You walked over to him, holding onto his waist and looking up at him, trying not to look at his wound. You weren't that squimish around blood, it rarely ever bothered you, but this was your Stevie, and he was hurt. "What happened?"

"Its... It's nothing, doll. It was an accident."

"Yeah, I guess you slipped and fell on a bullet," you huffed.

"No, the bullet barely grazed me. And you know I don't like talking about those things with you."

"Why? I'm not stupid or weak, I have a right to know."

"Of course, not, puppy. You're my sweet, strong, smart girl," he cooed, bending a bit to peck your lips and then groaning. "Gotta, be careful with this," he said as your fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt.

"If I'm so strong and smart then tell me what happened," you asked as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You didn't stop to marvel at his huge and perfect body like you always do, you looked at the fresh batch on stitches right over his hips.

"No, puppy. You're too good for that world, too good for me," he groaned as he sat down on the little pink couch he had put in the closet for you. Since you spent hours trying to pick outfits, he didn't want you standing too long and hurting your feet.

"Fine then don't tell me," you whimpered, rubbing your tears off with the back of your hand.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm right here, not going anywhere," he tried to pull you into his lap, usually he wouldn't even have to ask for you sit on it, but right now you were pulling away and refusing for some reason, "C'mere, doll," he almost whined. Not used to being told no by you anymore than you were by him.

"No, I don't wanna hurt you," you hiccuped, as your sobs started to calm down.

"You wouldn't. You could never hurt me. C'mere I wanna cuddle you and make you feel better," he tried to pull you into him again but you just shook your head.

"I should be the one making you better. Not the other way around. But I don't know how to..." you swayed from side to side, suddenly ashamed of your brash behavior from earlier. "I'm sorry, I was being such a brat earlier."

"It's okay, puppy. I forgive you. You were right, we need to fix a date and find a venue and get you a pretty dress. I wanna see you in one of those poffy gowns, like a princess."

"That's called a ballgown," you said proudly, having done your research now. You knew all about the styles of the gowns, sleeves, necklines, colors and everything. "And you're not going to be involved in dress shopping process. Grooms aren't supposed to see the dress before the wedding it's bad luck."

He hummed at that, a bit disappointed but he would eventually see it, and then take it off, so it wasn't a huge loss. "Yes, you're right. But, let's not forget, you were a bad girl."

You gasped incredulously, "Well, you were being a bad fiance!" Which earned you a swift smack to your backside, making you yelp and fall forward, holding onto his shoulders for support.

"I didn't mind you calling me out for that. I want you to be honest with me and tell me everything. But you threatened to leave me, again."

You pouted. Offended for being called out so blatantly. Yeah you always made empty threats, packed up your bags just for show, whenever you didn't get your way. Never considering his feelings when yours were hurt.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it. But I'll have to teach you your lesson. Just so you know better next time."

You nodded your head, which made him spank you once more, "Yes, daddy!"

"Good. How many do you think you deserve?"

"Um... Fifteen. Ten for threatening to leave, and five for giving you attitude."

"See, you're so smart. I'll punish you tomorrow though. I'm tired right now," he groaned as he sat back against the couch, squeezing your hips and admiring your figure, showing through the thin material of your nightie.

"Um, daddy?"

"Yes, angel?"

"Is there anyway I can make you feel better right now?"

"Yeah, you can give me a kiss. You didn't give me one this morning when I left, or when I came back."

"Okay, I'll kiss you. But I also wanted to do more..." you murmured, your face burned hot as you realised that Steve was going to make you say what you wanted to do.

"Like what?"

"Like, take your cock down my throat. Would that make you feel better? I'll try and be careful about your stitches." Truth be told you missed being intimate with him, you needed it as much as he did.

"It definitely would make me feel better. But I want to have you close to me," he stroked the inside of your thighs, hands dangerously close to your cunt, "Why don't you, come ride my cock. Just like I taught you, hm?"

"But - what if I hurt you..." you whined. But he wasn't having any of it, rolling your panties down your legs.

"You wouldn't, puppy, come on we'll be careful. Be quick."

You gave him a meek nod, unzipping him with shaky fingers, giving his glorious cock a couple of pumps before straddling his lap. You made sure to not put any pressure on his lap. Lining his cock up to your pussy with your hands wrapped around his neck, you slowly sanked down on him.

First giving him a nice and thorough kiss to make him for not kissing him goodbye or welcome home like you always do. "I feel so full," you say against his lips.

He hummed, squeezing your ass, "I was made for you, angel. As you were for me." He slid the straps of your nightie down your arms, exposing your breasts to him. He made sure to shower them with all his lips, sucking, kissing and biting and pulling with his mouth. You were making the sweetest of noises, trying to keep your moans in as he helped you bounce on his cock by holding onto your hips.

"You're doing so good. Being such a good girl for me. My sweet, best girl," he cooed, kissing your forehead, he knew how you were still vulnerable to be on top.

"Am I making you feel better, daddy?" you sniffled, his cock hiting you in all the right places, making it impossible for you to keep going and hold off your climax.

"I'm all better already, thanks to you, puppy."

#berry answers #steve rogers x reader #mob!steve rogers #steve x reader

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whoree321 · 3 years ago

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can I request some headcannons of the bad batch reacting to reader getting called fat and comforting her?

(today while I was at school someone called me fat)

omg well ok first of all bestie i’m so sorry that happened to you!! i def experienced my fair share of that sort of thing back in my day, but just remember that above all else your body is merely a vessel to contain the infinite galaxies that form the irreplicable, unique multitudes of humanity that live within you. you are so much more than the physical form you inhabit and simply the presence of your soul on this planet makes it a brighter place<3

but anyways! i hope y’all enjoy this! i would love nothing more than for this gaggle of big strong men to defend my honor

the bad batch + comforting gn!reader (body image)

WARNING: this is entirely about comments being made about the reader’s body. there are potentially triggering themes. please read with caution<3

Hunter

when hunter hears what happened, he experiences probably every single negative emotion a person could feel at once

angry at the person who insulted you, worried about you, sad that you’re sad, stressed about the best way to handle it and help you

internally, hunter is probably more distressed than you are

this man NEVER EVER shows it tho. the inside of his brain is literally like that scene in spongebob where his brain is the office and it’s on fire and all the little spongebobs are running around screaming. but on the outside?

“oh cyar’ika, come here. i’m so, so sorry my love”

he is tenderly holding you to his bosom, praising you and reassuring you and providing that feeling of safety and warmth that’s just so uniquely hunter until you almost forget why you were even upset

he is also such a good listener. he doesn’t exactly know what to say beyond complimenting/praising you (that’s easy- all he has to do is say what he’s already thinking), but he is so attentive and really takes in everything you’re saying as you’re ranting or letting your emotions out

just knowing how invested he is in trying to understand your problems and make you feel better makes you feel so loved and so special

Crosshair

crosshair is not the fucking one

crosshair hears that someone has called you fat, and he is literally breaking their knee caps like they owe him a gambling debt within 24 hours of the comment being made

like i’m serious. of all the batchers, he is the one to go out of his way and inflict serious violence upon the individual in question (wrecker might join him)

although he’s seething with rage on the inside, he does try to be there for you in the moment while you’re upset

he’s not very good with words, and he’s definitely the type to let his actions do the talking

he will spend literally hours just worshipping your body, kissing every inch and whispering little comments like “gorgeous” and “so beautiful” and “all mine” and he won’t stop until he’s confident you know just how enamoured he is with you. mind, body, and soul

he’ll get in the shower with you and wash your hair, letting the warm water and his fingers on your scalp soothe you as he presses feather light kisses to your back and neck and shoulder blades

he will wait to seek out his victim until you’re nestled into his bunk, snuggled under his covers and fast asleep. he’ll lay a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, admiring the peaceful look on your face for a moment before disappearing into the night to deal with the perpetrator

seriously tho crosshair is sending whoever said it to the med bay for EXTENDED time. he won’t kill them, but he will definitely disfigure them

Tech

tech would honestly be so confused. like he would be so upset that someone would say that to you, and even more upset that you were upset, but i think the entire situation would be a little bit baffling to him

like i think that he is probably one of the least likely batchers to notice or care what people look like physically, and so he just would not understand why someone would be so cruel

like what would someone have to gain from commenting negatively on your body? as far as he knew, there was nothing wrong with how you looked (quite the opposite, actually), and he would just find the whole idea of someone doing that to you so absurd

despite his confusion, i think in any situation where you’re upset tech would def sort of let you indicate what kind of comfort you wanted, and would go all in from there (he read that your partner often needs different kinds of emotional support at different times and he has worked very hard to recognize when you need each type of comfort)

like if you need verbal or physical reassurance, he’s worshipping you and letting you know exactly why he finds every piece of you so dazzlingly beautiful

if you need to cry and rant, he’s holding you close and stroking your hair and giving you a safe place to just let out your feelings

if you need to be angry about it, tech will sit with you and absolutely roast the shit out of whoever said it. like he’ll pull up files about them and just verbally demolish they’re entire existence until you’re wheezing with laughter

tech would just be so sweet and would hate seeing you upset and would try his best to fix it. he loves your body, but to him you are so much more than that and it kills him that someone could make you feel so badly over what he views as such a small aspect of all amazing things that make you who you are

Wrecker

when wrecker hears about what happened, he is equal parts heartbroken for you and LIVID

he doesn’t tolerate when people have things to say about the way he or his brothers look, and he CERTAINLY won’t tolerate someone commenting on the way you look

he’s already gearing up to go bash some heads in when it registers with him how upset you are

expect the hug of the CENTURY from this man

like seriously you’re worried he’s gonna crack one of your ribs with how hard he’s squeezing

he becomes the self care king

wrecker will spend an excessive amount of time pampering you and doing his best to make you feel loved (like literally days if he has enough time)

he’s running you warm baths, he’s doing face masks with you, he’s setting up a movie night with a pillow fort and yummy treats, he’s using your entire body as a pillow and wrapping his arms around you, planting sweet kisses all over your torso as the movie plays. anything he can think of to care of you and take your mind off of the horrible way you were spoken to

wrecker isn’t gonna have as much verbally as hunter or tech or echo, pretty much confined to statements like “oh don’t listen to them, Y/N, you’re absolutely perfect”, but the way he dotes on you and the tenderness he shows to you and your body lets you know that he really, really means it

(also, he won’t seek them out, but if he ever happens to run into person who said it, he does not hesitate to beat the living shit out of them. disrespectfully)

Echo

when echo hears about what was said to you, he’s really just unbelievably sad

while people don’t usually make comments about him to his face, he knows how terrible it feels to be uncomfortable with your own body and he would do anything to keep you from feeling that

echo responds initially like hunter, holding you close and letting you cry or yell for a while, but he refuses to let you feel anything other than beautiful

he takes you to your closet and tells you to pick out one outfit that makes you feel good about yourself (if you have trouble feeling good about any of them, don’t worry. he won’t hesitate to pick out one he knows you look great in)

once you’ve decided on it, he tells you to put it on. if you’re uncomfy with him watching you change, he happily looks away until you’re ready for him to turn around. if you’re cool with him watching, he makes it a point not to hide his admiration of your form, offering sweet compliments and sultry glances

once you’ve changed, he stands you in front of the mirror so you can see yourself, and describes to you all your wonderful features. he lets you disagree with him and point out your flaws, and he counters each of them without missing a beat

echo just wants you to see yourself the way he sees you, and he stands there with you, offering so much patience and love, until he’s filled your heart with so much warmth you can feel your tears returning (this time in a good way)

you do so much to help him when he feels insecure about his appearance since the citadel, so above all else, echo needs you to know just how perfect you are, regardless of what some prick might say

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #the bad batch x reader #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #the bad batch headcanons

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sues-genshin-requests · 3 years ago

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hi, sorry for the bad english, can i order a kaeya and diluc(separately) with a gn y/n who is Diona's older sibling? Thanks

Hello!! Your English is completely fine, don't worry ♥ Let's do this!!

Diluc, Kaeya x Diona's Older Sibling!Reader

Tags: fluff, comedy

Reader: gender-neutral

Warnings: none

DILUC

⋆ If you share Diona’s hatred for the wine industry, Diluc is mostly confused as to why you are so hostile with him. Not to mention, he cannot really take your rants seriously considering how cute your little cat ears look when slicked back in anger, as well as your flicking tail.

⋆ He will clarify pretty early on that he does not even drink wine himself, which… Probably surprises you enough that you stop ranting for a whole minute, ears going back and forth as you try to make sense of the situation. Huh? Why would you sell wine if you hate it so much?

⋆ If you manage to have a serious one-on-one conversation with him (which is harder than it looks), then he will tell you about his family’s legacy, and you cannot help but think of your own bloodline – after all, you are proud of your heritage, it makes sense that Diluc would feel the same. After everything has been cleared, your relationship softens, and you find yourself relating more to the wine tycoon.

⋆ If you do not share Diona’s hatred for the wine industry, you probably mostly run after your little sister all the time trying to stop her “devious plans” from ruining the next batch of wine from Dawn Winery. Diluc finds it… Sort of humorous. Again, your almost literal cat fights are just very cute to see.

⋆ You probably end up at Angel’s Share for a break after dealing with Diona all day, which is how you start chatting with Diluc, who is intrigued by the presence of a Kätzlein descendant in his tavern.

⋆ In any case, your relationship with Diluc will progress as you spend more time with him. Try to see past his silent exterior, and you shall be rewarded with a soft although burdened soul who cares a lot about Mondstadt.

⋆ As mentioned before, he likes your cat attributes: one of the reasons is that your mood is easy to read! As someone who might be a little lost trying to understand others’ emotions, the fact that he can tell right away if you’re upset, happy or sad definitely helps him.

⋆ As you two grow closer, Diona gets more and more upset, and you will probably have to sit her down to firmly tell her to stop trying to crash your dates – wait, dates? Are those dates? Oh my God, are you dating Diluc Ragnvindr? Everything progressed so smoothly that you didn’t realize that, indeed, you might be in a relationship now.

KAEYA

⋆ Oh boy, get ready to get teased to hell and back. This trickster of a man will make it his mission to grab your tail, flick the tip of your ears, scratch the base of them if he manages to sneak up on you – he’ll never hurt you, of course. He just thinks it’s so funny when you want to be mad, but you're basically purring in his hands.

⋆ He is amused by your little sister’s vendetta against Diluc, and whether or not you agree with her views, he will stay out of it. If Diona’s plan gets too close to succeeding in ruining a batch of wine, he will probably moan and sigh about the loss of such a delicacy.

⋆ Diona!! Hates!! Him!! Sure, he’s not Diluc, but he’s a drunk – it’s almost worse! How could you do this to her?! How could you do this to yourself?! Fine, she will take on the task of destroying Mondstadt's wine industry all by herself, since you became a TRAITOR.

⋆ Yes, Diona is very dramatic about it, but so is Kaeya: "It would seem that your little sister, your own blood, does not approve of our relationship. I suppose I do not get to keep this kitty cat for myself, forever..."

⋆ First of all, you're not a pet, and Kaeya better stop talking about it like he owns you. Second of all - for himself? Forever? Oh, this might be a big deal.

⋆ And a big deal, it is: Kaeya isn't one for long-term relationships usually, so the fact that he implied that there could be one between the two of you really makes you take a good look at the situation.

⋆ At this point, you have to sit Diona down and tell her that, while you do love her, and she'll always be your little sister, you cannot deny the blooming feelings you have for the Cavalry Captain.

⋆ She'll mumble and grumble about it, but fine. She doesn't want you to be sad.

⋆ "You have to convince him to drink less, though. He'll live longer and it'll make you happier."

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #diona's older sibling!reader #gn!reader

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dexthtoyounglings · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,183 times in 2022

That's 2,183 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 487 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 118 characters

#i know half the people that follow this blog would lick the dirt out of the crevices on the bottom of crosshair's boot

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Dewdrop Ghoul x Reader Fluff

Part Two

Summary: There's a certain ghoul that stalks you like predator to prey. But really how confident is he when not seducing another?

Warnings: Dewdrop being slightly creepy you could argue, flufffff, much flufffffffffff

A/n: I do wanna write something fluffy but I've been falling back into insecurity and I just want some love from a fire ghoul. Also, long title go brr.

GIF NOT MINE!!

•--•

As horny as he was, you'd expect he'd be the most charismatic ghoul out of the bunch. But no, it was Swiss that was the most charismatic. Dewdrop, not by choice, was the worst at flirting when he wanted something romantic.

I guess it might be easier to think with your dick than it is your brain.

And throughout the past month you'd caught his stares at you, raking you over with something not of desire and lust. He looked at you like he wanted twirl you on your feet and surround you like a bubble. And you felt your heart warm from them, not the pit of your stomach.

Though, the past two days you were surprised at how difficult of a time he had genuinely speaking to you.

You'd noticed it, of course you had noticed it. The ways his hands fiddled and his posture would shift. The usual stoic nature of him and his body both faltered when he approached you the first time, and every time after that. It was like he couldn't sit still when face-to-face with you.

You remembered the way you got immediately warmer when he was, in that moment, greeting you with a "hello" (after just being shoved into your direction by Aether). You would totally say that you were warm due to yourself blushing, cause you certainly adored his rambunctious nature and the way he terrorized the other ghouls, but it wasn't just that. Him being flustered must've heat up the air around him, with you being directly in front.

Whether he noticed or not, you couldn't tell, but it made you like him all the more.

Now you felt yourself warm whenever his eyes were on you, this time from all the heat rushing to your face. Especially when he was in places we would never be normally. Like today.

The library was fairly quiet. When brothers and sister settled down for a book or studying, they were most respectful. So, when you felt his presence and heard his confidence footsteps across the marble, you knew he was looking at you. Nobody was that blatantly out of place when in the library, but him.

"Excuse me, Sister," he spoke, finally next to you. You never even noticed the air heating up around you when he approached, your face flushed with blood.

You coughed suddenly, "Oh, hi Dewdrop," you peeked around the corner of where he turned from to see that there were no ghouls in sight like there usually were when he was pushed in your direction like you were a dance circle. They were never amazing at hiding, so this was truly something that he had come up to you all on his own.

His knee was slightly twitching, not enough to where his whole self was bouncing but enough to see out of the corner of you eye.

You slipped the book you had taken from the shelf back in - not of your taste at that specific time. Lately, all you could do was read gothic romance novels, and you couldn't tell if it was just a switch of preference or if you just craved Dewdrop's attention so much more than before that you seeked it in novels as well.

"You- Uh well, hello," he sputtered his words out, the height he had put on when standing tall and confident breaking when his neck hunched at his first mistake in speech. It was cute.

"I was just, I just wanted to tell you that.. well you have very beautiful, um, beautiful eyes."

Your lips curved into a smirk, looking at him start to wipe his slick palms off onto his pants. Turning your body to him, you smoothed out his jacket. You could feel him burning holes into the top of your hair as he watched you like a vulture, the heat around you consuming more and more of any chill you'd felt in the library.

"Thank you Dewdrop, are you always this sweet to every woman you meet?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eye as you met his.

He huffed out a breath, turning his head away from yours. You felt bad in a way for embarrassing him. There were few women he had genuinely tried for, Aether told you about the stories of the roles reversing where they didn't want something real with him and Dewy only getting his heart broken.

You wanted to change that, you wanted to ever since you'd felt his looks. He was truly a ghoul to want.

"No.. mm, it's only y- it's only you," he mumbled. But you still heard it nonetheless.

You didn't know what really to say, but the moment you felt his words register, you grinned widely, placing your hands on his shoulder and planting a kiss on his masked cheek.

Now it felt almost suffocatingly hot, making you almost take a step back but Dewdrop reached up to grab your wrists in his hands and he pulled you towards him. His arms locked you to his chest and you felt his nose press against the top of your head.

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Hii! I really liked your Dew fic and how sweet the reader was. Most fanfic writers end up making the Sisters of Sin as some whores, but its so nice to see a change in this. I am very awkward and I really dislike swearing, so seeing those characteristis represented in your readers is a breath of fresh air.

Anyways, can we please get a second part of that Dewdrop fanfic? Where else will he leave his scent next?

My love!! Hi!! I'm actually really surprised at how much traction my Dewdrop fic got cause I though people would be upset I strayed away from his main trait (horny). And thank you, I love writing soft readers!! You are not the first who wanted a part two - so here it is!!!

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For Eternity

Dewdrop Ghoul x Reader Smut

Part Two of "The Distant Scent of What Felt Like Centuries"

Summary: You don't smell like him anymore. How could Dewdrop ever fix a problem like that?

Warnings: Paula (me) gets really sucked into describing Dewdrop's room, fingering, knotting, creampie, feral Dewy, horn pulling, just very sweet love making, hair pulling

A/n; So, I also had a request for maybe some "activities" in part two, so this is gonna be long enough that you get the sweet and spicy taste (hopefully).

GIF NOT MINE!!

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When you woke up, you expected your day to be normal. Though with the thought of Dewdrop consuming you, your mind started second guessing. And you should've seriously listened.

The moment you stepped foot back in the library to help set books away like you had every morning, you saw the same sweetheart you did everyday, hunched over her oval desk in a stressed fashion.

"Sister Katherine, are you feeling alright?" you asked, voice toned down to a bare whisper as to not disturb her loudly.

It almost sounded like she growled when she let out a long groan, but when she sat straight and showed her face, she was smiling, "Finally, you're here."

You twisted your eyebrows, looked at her more closely. You'd never seen her look more distressed in your whole time at the ministry. She was always such a lighthearted girl, stubborn but sweet to the core. And here she was, looking like she hadn't closed her eyes at all last night.

"Your little ghoul, the one that's been following you, is giving me a headache!" she complained, pressing the flat of her palm to the table and reaching for your hand with her other.

She took you closer to her, "He seems really excited to see you, Sister, I promise... because he keep changing the temperature drastically and you know I hate the heat."

You offered her a small smile, hiding a giggle, "I am really sorry, Sister, I'll talk to him about that-"

Then you felt it, the warmth wash over you. Sister Katherine groaned and took her hand from you, pressing it against her head. You whispered out an apology before turning and seeing Dew waiting outside of the library doors, one opened.

You rushed towards him with fast steps. He tilted his head at you stepping back with a widened grin spreading on his face.

"Dew, you have to stop getting so excited..." you said, holding his forearm and dragging him away.

Though dragging was more a hyperbole than it usually would be, as he eagerly walked to follow next to you, "You know I can't help it. It's.. it's uncontrollable Sister."

You sighed and stopped some ways away from the library. It wasn't connected to the ministry, only linked by a stone path. You led Dewdrop away to a big willow tree between the two buildings, turning and looking up at him.

He beamed down at you while your back was mere inches from the trunk.

"I think you very much can, you know I would've found you after my duties-"

"I didn't know that, what I did know is that if I caught you doing your duties, you would tell me that you'd find me. So I would know," he said, hands folded behind his back like he was restricting himself from touching you.

You rolled your eyes, reaching your hand up to smooth out his vest, "You're high maintenance."

Like your fingers had animated him, brought him life, Dewdrop's hands snuck up to bring feather light touches over your waist. His face leaned closer to yours, kissing you on your cheek.

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598 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

Can I request ghost reactions to you having a nightmare and you leave your bedroom to clear your thoughts please?

Wawawaw. Hi. I'm having a good time eating dry cereal so I'm gonna work on some requests. I don't have nightmares often, but when I do, I can never go back to bed so this will be fun! (All of these are established relationships, I don't know if you wanted that or not - my apologies!!)

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How The Ghouls React To You Having A Nightmare

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You woke up in a cold sweat, breath coming out if you heavy and hard. It was like you'd run a marathon, though you almost wished you were panting from exertion.

Instead it was from stress. A nightmare encased in darkness and indescribable to anyone. You couldn't tell if it was a feral beast or it was only a brush of wind. But no matter what it was, your heart shook from it.

Your shirt was soaked through, forcing you up. It wasn't like you'd be going back to sleep anyways. You took it off, clawing at it like it was infected with the plague. You found a tank top, opting to put that on. Who would care, Copia had heard of your nightmares, calling them messages from Satan. If they were anything, they were messages from the Lord of Paranoia.

Walking out of your room, your bare feet padded along the marble floor. Your pajama pants kept your legs warm, but the cold floor sent chills through your feet. It reminded you of the danger that the ministry reinforced for staying in after curfew. But you weren't scared of the ghouls.

Especially not when you held a soft spot for one of them.

~Dewdrop~

He had smelled your fear before you woke up, not being able to ignore the way you seemed to suffocate in panic. He slinked out of his room and the ghoul's wing, creeping around the ministry, looking for you from deep shadows in corners. And when he finally found you, he watched you take deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth.

Your eyes scanned decorations, looking for a distraction. But it wasn't hard for them to catch on one you certainly hadn't seen before. Glowing yellow eyes in the corner of a display case.

You felt it wash over you; his reassuring warmth. You sighed softly, holding out your hand, "Dewdrop."

He walked out of the darkness with short steps, and then he finally came into view, mask having been stripped from his face, dark purple hues under his eyes and his long, blonde hair flowing off his shoulders, tangled in few placed. He only had pjama pants on, but you knew by how worn out he was that it wasn't on purpose.

"You're scared," he said, soon standing in front of you. He only stared at you, tilting his head, "You have nothing to be afraid of here, I hope you know that."

You smiled up at him in a way that was meant to reassure him, but you could tell he didn't feel reassured at all.

"I just had a nightmare, I needed to take a walk to clear my head, alright?" you looked up at him with softened eyes, "Go back to sleep, you look so exhausted."

Dewdrop's hand moved to yours so fast you almost didn't believe it happened. The glow of his eyes had intensified in that moment, radiating light that gave his eyelashes shadows.

"Only- Only if you come to bed with me," he murmered, slipping his nimble fingers around your other wrist and pressing both of your hands to his chest.

The ghoul shivered at the contrast of your cold fingertips against his warm chest. Rain was right about it being a cold night. But as he expected you to say no to the words that were so bold from him, you just nodded.

You could definitely go for some snuggles.

~Aether~

He felt the presence of you as you walked past the ghoul's wing. What could you possibly be doing so late? Especially around here?

He threw the blankets off of himself fast, tugging a long sleeve on and rushing out of his door. It closed with a creak, but he didn't care about the noise echoing through the hall. Something had to be wrong and he was determined to figure out.

You barely even noticed where you were going though, still trying to shake off the feeling of your dream. The ministry was probably the single handedly most creepiest place you'd ever roamed at night, but it was the most relaxing.

Well, until you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, and a second closing around your mouth. Most likely to muffle your screaming, which it did. You were pulled back into a strong chest and you wanted to cry for a moment before you looked up.

And staring down at you was his soft yellow eyes. "Aether..." you said, still muffled. He let it down and slinked his second arm around your waist with the other. "You scared the living hell out of me."

"You scared me worse," he spoke, kissing along your jawline, "You shouldn't be walking alone this late. I'm so glad it was me that scared you instead of someone else..."

You knew the other ghouls would never hurt you - Aether would eat them alive for it. But he never stopped worrying about your safety.

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688 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

Don't Fuck With The General

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: Anakin loves disobeying orders and disrespecting his higher-ups. But he certainly hates when you give him a taste of his own, vulgar medicine.

Warnings: filthy filthy SMUT, p in v, inappropriate use of the force???, chokinggggg, degradation, mentions of exhibitionism, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, edging, use of the word cunt (I think some people don't like that word), masochism?

A/n: I know the title isn't really a good one but like, I don't have much brain left today.

GIF NOT MINE!!

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Anakin was stubborn and confident, so confident that he was one shove away from crossing the thin line between confident and cocky. But you never minded, you actually liked cocky men. And you liked bringing out that side of Anakin, you loved being that push to force him to the other side of that thin line.

And right now, staring up at Anakin while you lay completely naked under him with a smirk plastered on your face, you never loved it more. Anakin was also naked as the day he was born, though the metal hand didn't exactly come out with him. But needless to say, his face contorted with anger. His blue eyes flickered between a still ocean and roaring waves, dominance consuming you whole. Yet you still had a shit eating grin on your face.

"What's wrong Ani?" you asked, looking up at him with the most faked innocence the galaxy had ever seen. And he knew it.

Anakin pressed his hard-on into your thigh with a growl, "You know exactly what the fuck is 'wrong'."

The smile vanished from your face as his hand reached up, fingers curling around your throat. He applied delicious pressure that made you breathe out a groan. His head tilted as he watched your face, "You disrespect me in front of my men, you never do anything that you're told, you're off the rails whenever I am directing the missions."

Anakin's shifted his hips, his thick length pressing against your cunt in the most teasing manner. You attempted to grind up into him, your hips bucking subconsciously. But as soon as you whimpered out at the pressure against your clit, you found another pressure in the way that the force kept your hips against the soft sheets.

"All you want is my attention, don't you? As much as you love being praised, you seem to enjoy being bad. Is that what you want me to call you? Cause that's exactly what you are, a bad girl," he said, face inching closer at the last words, grip on your neck tightening a bit more to make you sputter.

The way you were choking for air couldn't have been hot - it wasn't to you, but you soon felt Anakin's cock twitch against you, eliciting a moan out of your mouth. You slick was still dripping onto his dormant member, the force keeping you still, his hand keeping you silent, and his gorgeous face keeping you enticed.

He loosened up a bit on you, index finger stroking the side of your neck with a sweet scrape of his nail before he would trail up to stroke his finger back down. "I'll give you what you need. I'll give you my cock, filthy thing. Is that what you want?"

You smirked, you had everything that you wanted from him. Wrapped around your finger like a ring. Though, you didn't have him on a tight leash - he still had full reign over you, but you knew that he was exactly where you wanted him. At least you thought.

Anakin reached his metal hand between your hot bodies, wrapping it around the base of his length as he guided it towards your wetness. Pushing the tip of his thick cock in, you let a strangled moan slip out of your mouth. He felt so incredibly good already, you had needed him worse than you thought.

Anakin looked up at you, smirking in a way that made goosebumps spread out over your skin. He was so fucking perfect, handsome in every way possible, his hair flowing off his head in dirty, golden locks. His teeth were showing, incisors sharp in the dim light.

"Haven't even put half of it in you and you're already making such sweet noises," he mocked you while chuckling, "Maybe I should've just taken you right in front of my men. If you need a cock in you so bad, maybe I'll bend you right over the holotable and let all my ARC Troopers watch your eyes roll back into that pretty head of yours."

You clenched around the head of his cock, making him inch into you further. He shook his head with a shit-eating grin, "Always knew you were a fucking slut."

His eyes locked with yours again and you croaked, "I- I just wanna show them how good the General- nhh.. is at- at fucking me." You could barely speak while he was filling you to the brim, bottoming out completely in you. The way he filled you made your toes curl, and you could've sworn you felt him all the way in your throat.

Anakin's hand tightened around your throat once again. "I'm sure they already know how good I fuck you," he recoiled his hips till he was barely inside of you, "Especially when you're always giving me fuck-me eyes. They all know that their little medic is a fucking slut for the General."

And with that, Anakin's hips met your own faster than you could process the way his words created sparks in your belly. You reached up to cup your hand over your mouth, a noise that was far from something you'd ever made bleeding through the cracks of your fingers. But your daring Jedi Knight had no patience for you.

Taking his hand from your throat, he snatched your hand and pinned it above your head, snatching up the other to join it. Anakin was thrusting into you like he'd been waiting to fuck you for years. And with the way the head of his cock pounded into you, he could've easily convinced you that he'd never touched you before this. You had completely lost your mind.

You felt your thoughts melt from your head, but your mouth still babbled senselessly, "Fuck- 'm your slu- nhaa! Yo- Your slut, Ani!"

Your stuttering and the noises slipping from your puffed lips amused Anakin beyond keeping a straight face. He practically laughed in your face at the state you were in, snickering as he drilled into you, "Only mine, Sweetheart. What a good girl, knowing your place. 'Wanna just keep you forever, my best girl. My pretty little slut."

You'd never felt your release creep up like this, but you whined, "Ani- I- think 'mm gonna cum."

And with eyes of a killer, he pulled out of you and used his flesh hand to slap you. It was soft, at least as soft as he could be. Squishing your cheeks together, his nose scrunched as he sneered at you like a playground bully.

"You think you get to cum just like that? You think you have it all fucking figured out. Obviously there's not a single thought in that head though, I'm not your bitch," he hissed, metal hand sifting through your hair before grabbing a fistful near the base of your scalp, pulling your head up like a puppet.

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My #1 post of 2022

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜ with Anakin? (A girl with a big metal hand kink as I have one as well)

-- I love the metal hand as well, it's just so yummy. Thank you for sending in a request!!

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Good Resolutions

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: You and Anakin never found a way to get along. With your feuds and the war occupying your minds, you were convinced Anakin Skywalker only cared about himself. So maybe you should try as well. And you did.

Warnings: Anakin does make fun of the reader!!, violence, injury, blood, Metal hand kink, Dom!Anakin, brat tamer!Anakin, rough sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), slight humiliation, slight praise kink, inappropriate use of the force, hair pulling, soft ending :)

GIF NOT MINE!!

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You didn't want this war. It had caused pain to everyone; to you, to Obi-Wan, to the clones that knew nothing more than fighting and to the civilians that had to endure it all. You felt horrible for all of the factors in this war. It had caused yourself grief and stress, things that the Jedi were forbid of, but you never understood how the Jedi just saying, "Hey, just don't feel anything and you can stay in our cult of magicians!" would fix any of your emotions from straining against your mind.

And him. Oh him. If you weren't a Jedi, you would've ripped Skywalker's face apart. You hated him, more than you had hated anything. There were only few things you let yourself hate, and one of them was no doubt him. He crawled under your skin, biting at you, irritating you. And the council always thought it was a good idea to bring you two together. In their eyes, the more you had to see him, the more you two "got along" (and the less they had to deal with his bullshit). And through the war process, you hated him even more.

The flirting, oh you couldn't stand the flirting. You didn't dare say anything to the council, you didn't wanna hear about your snitching from him everytime you walked beside him. You'd rather the unnerving silence that was always there till he wanted to brush his gloved hand against your arm, move a piece of loose hair from your face, have the audacity to correct your stances everytime you found yourself in battle. The way he called you 'pretty girl' whenever it was just you and him. You fucking hated everything about him and his stupid, handsome face.

He was really at your throat this whole week though. You'd been sent to Geonosis, another secret imperial base had been made for them to perform their various meetings. It also was supposedly a site for explosives construction on their half. So, you were happy that meant not blowing something to smithereens due to the possibility of very fatal explosives.

As the 501st communicated with your battalion of calm soldiers, you had to stand beside the rat they assigned you to help. You wished that Rex would find a question for you, so you could talk to him instead. You walked in silence with Skywalker, only few of your most skilled men behind you - Commander Tank, Reaper, Mitch, Magma and Cub.

Your men talked to you a lot, they loved jokes and sarcasm, but they didn't like bothering their General, especially when you were next to the man you hated more than anything - in those moments your shoulders were so tense your men thought you were about to punch something. But you honestly wish your men didn't care for your sanity because them being a distraction was better than them being silent and watching your back as Skywalker walked confidently next to you.

"Do you always breathe that loud?" Anakin peeped up, looking over at you. His face was blank but you could tell he was holding in a devilish smirk that you swear to maker you always wanted to slap off of his face.

You looked over at him with pure confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You sound like you're suffocating, is it too long of a walk for you little miss princess?" he asked, purposefully mocking you, just needing to get to your head, to tickle your insecurities.

Your nose scrunched up at his comment, "I've been breathing perfectly fine this whole time, Master Skywalker. Don't you have better things to listen to than my breathing anyways?"

"Well, when you're being incredibly loud, I can't focus on those 'better things'."

You turned away from him, your face hot. Did you really breathe that loud? No, he just wants to get to you. But what if you did really breathe that loud? You felt embarrassed beyond belief. All you wanted to do was fall back and escape to the transport ship that had left what seemed like a millennium ago.

Before you could think too far into it, one of your boys, Mitch, spoke up, "I don't think you breathe that loud, General."

The clone outfitted in white and a forest green fell into step next to you. You smiled widely at him, looking up. It was funny, the clones being taller than yourself - yet they only listened to you. You'd seen other people attempt to boss around your clones, but they had hard heads and they liked to knock them against anyone other than yourself.

Anakin muttered something under his breath, eyes averting away from your figure. You would've asked him what he had said if it weren't for you just simply not caring about his opinion on anything.

Mitch fell back into step with the rest of the men, leaving you in the same atmosphere that you were in before he trailed up on you; in Skywalker's restrained silence. You knew he wanted to say something else, he always wanted to say something about your men being "kiss-ups", just wanted you to give them your full attention.

'If you really want to insult me, don't do it in front of my men,' you spoke through thoughts. You'd think you'd have a force connection with someone you liked, someone that made you cherish their time and attention. The one between you and Anakin was unnecessary and stupid - that's why you never got into verbal arguments. It was almost like texting someone over a holopad, except you could hear their voice almost as if it were in a dark chamber, echoing off the walls of your mind.

He didn't respond, his eyes forward, watching the trail with carefulness that he only faked. He just didn't want to look at you is what the problem was, cause when he did, he would say something nasty. 'Come by my quarters when we get back to Coruscant, then I won't have to say a single word in front of your men.'

For once, you were up to the challenge of talking to him. You always denied his offers, which only sent more teases your way, more glares. The less you interacted with him, the more he mocked you. 'Fine, then I will.'

You watched out of the corner of your eye, a smirk spreading across his face.

It did take long to find something, the hideout that everyone was speaking of. It was small, carved into a peak. "Great, we'll be lucky if we don't find tunnels in this thing."

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Get Some Rest (Tech x Reader) Pt 2

Warnings: anxiety, angst-y ?, mentions of death/near-death experiences, blood/gore, mentions of violence, fluff at the end i promise (i would say im sorry, but im not) (bet you didn't expect this right after a fluffy first part >:))

Pairing: Tech x GN!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Oh no! It's a mission gone wrong trope! I wonder what could possibly be underneath this keep-reading cutoff! It totally cannot be where the reader and the bad batch go on a rescue mission only for something to go awry leading to treating injuries, and feelings.

"Everything is going to be okay. It will be alright. You got this y/n, you got this." You mumbled to yourself under your breath as you hid behind a convenience stall on some Outer Rim planet.

Something had gone wrong, VERY wrong. The mission was supposed to be easy: get in, get the prisoners, and get out, but it had all gone downhill faster than you could say dank farrik.

Earlier in the day, Tech had tapped into a secure Separatist transmission when messing around with his datapad. The Separatists were broadcasting a signal from a supposed neutral Outer Rim planet back to their base only a system away. They had taken the native people as prisoners and were going to use them for something, but none of you could figure out what. From then on, Hunter had taken charge, deciding that there was no time to ask for approval on the mission.

When the five of you reached the planet, you couldn't help but whisper to Tech next to you, "None of this seems right. If the Separatists did take these people as prisoners wouldn't there still be ships and droids?"

Tech simply looked at you before saying, "Not if they wanted to be secretive about it," and going back to his datapad.

You let out a huff. Things hadn't been that different between you two after the kiss you shared in the cockpit of the Havoc Marauder. When in private there would be shared tender moments, like there was nothing in the world that could come between you two, but with his brothers, Tech would regard you as the friend they all viewed you to be. They all knew something was going on between you two, and you had even taken it upon yourself to rant to Crosshair one night. He said he 'reluctantly' chose to listen, but he had calmed your anxious babbling about how you thought that Tech was embarrassed that you two were something now. That brought up another fact about how you two never addressed what you could call yourselves. Any time you tried to bring it up to Tech he would either cut you off with something else he was wildly researching, or one of his brothers would walk in and need either one of you. Crosshair's words did help to remind you that "That's just how Tech is sometimes. Clones were made to be fighters, not lovers." Leave it to him to say something like that. Out of every one of his brothers you knew he was the one who wanted a normal life the most even if he didn't show it.

As you and the rest of the group began your walk from the Marauder to the closest town you found yourself falling into step next to Wrecker instead of your usual placement besides Tech. Looking down at you, he asks, "Something bothering you? It sure looks like something is,"

Looking up to make eye contact with him you say, "I still don't feel like this is right. Everything seems to be falling into place too easily. This never happens to us!"

Wrecker turns his attention back to the surroundings passing a glance over the open area before stating, "Honestly, it is a little odd, but I trust the others and their intuition as much as yours."

The finality in his tone stood true as neither of you said anything for the rest of the walk into the town square. Walking past the empty booths would have been enough to send normal civilians running at the sight, everything was ruined. Curtains torn, fruit on the floor, and vendor booths destroyed. It was a depressing sight to see, but sadly one that the group was used to, it was a time of war after all.

After a little longer of walking and reaching the heart of the city, Hunter holds his fist up and all of the groups' motion ceases. "Tech," he says, "Can you pick up anything else from that transmission or anything that could give us a clue as to what else happened here?"

"I'm working on it, have been since we landed. The Separatists have scrambled all signals, so it’s taking me a while to try and find the frequency again," Tech answers before looking around the surrounding area, "As for what happened here, I think the evidence speaks for itself."

Hunter sighs before saying, "Alright, we'll split into two groups to cover more ground. Tech, and Wrecker you're with me. Crosshair and y/n, I expect no arguments coming out of this grouping."

Crosshair scoffs as you roll your eyes and make your way to stand next to him. "Didn't plan for arguments but maybe I'll start a few just to piss you off now," you say as you turn back towards Hunter.

"Just make it back here in one piece, we'll meet back up here at 1500, and if anybody is late, we assume they have gone missing and this was a trap," Hunter says before turning away and starting to walk down one of the many deserted alleys.

"Looks like we're stuck together again Cross," you let out before elbowing his side and starting to walk forward.

Following you and shoving a toothpick in his mouth he says, "As long as you don't complain about your problems with your boyfriend the whole time this might just be enjoyable."

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get going you karking toothpick lover."

It had only been around half an hour or so of walking before you and Crosshair could hear blaster fire in the distance. You ask, "Hey Cross, am I dehydrated, or is that actual blaster fire?" Turning around to face the said man, he already had his eyepiece down checking for heat signatures and was pulling you by your arm into a space between two buildings.

"There's nothing around us, but I'm assuming the others encountered some clankers. They must have found something because well, we found nothing and have no one after us," Crosshair states before tilting his helmet down to you and reading your facial expressions, "You want to go back and help them, don't you?"

"Of course I do Crosshair! Don't pretend that you don't want to either, I know how you care for your brothers. Let's just try to make it back without alerting any of those damn droids," you reply.

Crosshair tilts his head towards a stack of boxes and towards the roof of the buildings, you were situated between. "I think I have an idea."

"Why the hell did I let you come up with the idea to get back to your brothers. Running from roof to roof isn't exactly easy and leaves us out in the open," you complain before hopping another gap in-between roofs to catch up with Crosshair.

Crosshair stops short in front of you on the next roof almost causing you to walk into him before turning around to face you, "Look, I'm just as anxious as you to get back to them, but they are all capable enough to take care of themselves and I trust them with that. You of all people should know that as well," he spits angrily, and could almost hear a growl with his final punctuation.

"I know Crosshair, I get that you are worried, but I just can't help thinking that something had to go wrong. Let's just hope that my intuition is the wrong thing," You say before putting a hand on his shoulder, "C'mon, let's make this fast."

By the time you had made it back to the town square, to your luck, you still had not encountered any droids except for the ones who were scattered all over the floor in pieces.

"Looks like Hunter got to work on these guys," you say as you bend down to touch the large gash left by a vibro-knife in the torso of a droid.

Crosshair is examining another droid with its head ripped off only a few meters from you, "Looks like Wrecker got these guys too. But the question remains: where are Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech?"

At this, you paused and drew your focus away from the droid and instead survey the area, "The real question is, why is there no evidence of Tech fighting back? There are no electro-proton bombshells and even no blaster marks on any of these guys."

"Maybe they split up," Crosshair looks at you before pointing down one of the alleys.

"Fuck, I hope you're right."

It didn't take both of you that long to find Hunter and Wrecker, but it also didn't take long for another set of droids to ambush you. That's how you found yourself pressed behind the convenience stall mumbling under your breath. You had managed to take down a few droids but were forced to take cover. The others were still scattered around picking off droids one by one just as you remembered that Tech was still nowhere to be seen. Your mind was rushing faster than you could've ever thought trying to find out any idea as to where he could have gone.

Suddenly the blaster fire stopped as you heard a final clank from a droid hitting the ground. As you stood up you looked around cautiously, and deciding the coast was clear you jumped over the stall to group up with the rest of the bad batch.

As everyone began looking over each other there seemed to be only one thought shared between the group. This was a trap and Tech was gone.

Trying to alleviate the sour mood the group was plunging headfirst into you chuckled before saying, "You guys can finally say I was right now."

The others groaned before Hunter said, "Now is not the time y/n, Tech's missing and we have no clue where the kark he could be."

"You think I don't know that Hunter?" You let out through clenched teeth before continuing, "I'm just as worried as you are right now, but let's get somewhere where we don't have to worry about droids ambushing us."

Crosshair let out a sigh from beside you, "They're right. We won't be able to help Tech if we're dead so let's get back to the ship."

Picking up what he was putting down you finished for him, "We can re-group our thoughts on the Marauder, come up with a game plan, and then retrace our steps. It will do no good thinking while our minds are in 20 places at once."

Back on the ship all of you had gathered around the small datapad you placed in the middle of the table. "Alright, I tracked Tech's datapad's last known location to here, but who knows if it even with him," you say before zooming in on the location, "We can't guarantee that it would be safe either, we all know the number of clankers they sent after us just to try and keep us away."

"As long as I get to blow something up and get Tech out, anything is a good plan," Wrecker says before heading towards the back of the ship.

Crosshair nods at both you and Hunter before getting out of his seat to go and follow Wrecker.

"I know you're really worried, you don't hide your emotions that well," Hunter says while placing a hand on your shoulder.

"No shit Hunter," you start while rolling your eyes, "I'm worried about what might happen if we can't find him, or even if it's too late and he's already gone. I don't know what I would be able to do without him."

Hunter gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "It will be okay y/n. For our sake and yours, let's think positively."

The four of you had made your way back into the town square better equipped and without a problem. You had some of your own plastoid armor on now for a bit of extra protection in case things decided to take an even stronger turn for the worst.

"The signal from the datapad is down the alley to the Northeast," you say while glancing up from your own datapad.

The group nods back at you as you continue your way down the alley. It was quiet, the tall sand-colored buildings surrounding you couldn't help but make you feel claustrophobic. The other alleys were not like this. They had seemed to be more open, with a lot fewer canopies, but this one had canopies blocking almost all the sun. It also didn't help that it was starting to get dark.

As you reached another intersection, Hunter held up his fist to signify everyone to stop. A wave of déjà vu flashed over you, and you prayed to any gods that would listen that you wouldn't split up again. After a few moments, Hunter turned to you and tilted his head to the side, to which you answered by pointing your hand to the alley to the right. In a whisper, you add, "If we continue straight down that alley, we should reach another intersection. Tech's datapad should be there."

The four of you continued walking again and when you reached the intersection you couldn't help but let out a strangled sob. There was a pool of blood on the farthest side of the intersection that was smeared on one side. Rushing up next to the blood, you stopped mere centimeters from it as your eyes caught sight of Tech's datapad. Your hands were shaking as you reached for it and you brushed a finger over one of the bloody fingerprints. "Oh shit," you say letting out a shaky breath. How could you have let this happen; how could you allow yourselves to walk right into a trap? Now Tech was gone, bleeding out, or dead, and there was no exact way to trace him.

You see Wrecker's hands wrap around your own but don't register the feelings. Your whole body has seemingly shut off and stopped processing the world around you. Wrecker takes the datapad from your hands and passes it to either Hunter or Crosshair. You are too shocked to care as you collapse to your knees. Wrecker is at your side on the ground in seconds and pulls you right into him. The plastoid armor that would bring you so much comfort as you used to hold Tech close only burned as tears began to fall from your face. The air was thick with remorse and regret, but you couldn't hold on to the fact that he could be dead. After a few somber minutes recollecting yourself, you pushed away from Wrecker and pushed yourself off the ground, offering a hand to Wrecker to assist him. Once both of you were up and you had cleaned the sand off your pants, you turned towards Hunter and Crosshair. They were silent as ever, Crosshair had taken a seat on of the nearby crates and had his head in his hands, and Hunter had taken to looking at Tech datapad.

Breaking the silence, you spoke first, "We can't just give up and believe he is dead," startling Crosshair causing him to jump in his seat.

"Yeah, we need to think he's still out there, that the Separatist kept him alive for information," Wrecker added, backing you up.

Hunter had turned back around waving the datapad, "They were smart enough to keep his datapad here, but they weren't smart enough to wipe any messages on it."

At this, you scrambled over to Hunter's side and pulled that datapad closer to your face. Displayed was an unsent message to you that contained various numbers. "Coordinates," you say breathlessly as Crosshair joins the rest of you standing in a haphazard circle around the datapad. Adding, you ask, "Do you think those are the coords of the base where they took the prisoners too?"

"Probably," Crosshair speaks for the first time since arriving at the intersection, "Let's hope Tech's there too."

Taking Tech's datapad from Hunter, Crosshair begins off in the direction leading away from Tech's bloodstain on the ground, but also opposite the way you came. The rest of you fall into step behind him and continue your way to your destination.

On the way following the coordinates, all four of you were on high alert, but no droids had come to attack you, relieving some of the stress. It didn't help relax you guys upon seeing the droids surrounding a large sandstone castle-like building. Stopping at the crest of a hill a while away from the makeshift Separatist base, Hunter and you took to scanning the surrounding area, while Crosshair and Wrecker began to formulate some form of attack.

"Once again, I can tell you're worried," Hunter said as you both had scopes pulled out to try and find any weak points in the droid formations.

"And once again, we all are Hunter. I just hope we aren't too late," You reaffirm before pointing at a space straight ahead, "Look, they're rotating shifts. Maybe we could find a way in on their next rotation."

Hunter turns to look at you before saying, "How would we know when the next rotation is?"

"I don't know, maybe figure out what time it is Mr. Survivalist," you taunt sarcastically.

Hunter scoffs before saying "It's 1900, we could use the fact that it's dark out now to our advantage. It could help us slip in and out undetected if we want."

Nodding before standing up, you say, "True, let's go tell the others and see if it can play into their plan."

Once getting back to Crosshair and Wrecker, all four of you focused on a plan and decided it was best to split into two groups to help divide the droid forces. There would be no surprise ambushes by the droids, but instead an ambush on them. You and Hunter taking the back way in, through the gap in droid shifts you noticed earlier, while Wrecker and Crosshair would work on some sort of distraction from the front.

Wrapping up the discussion of the plan one last time before separating Hunter adds, "Remember, this is a rescue mission. Once we have Tech and possible other prisoners we get out as fast as we can."

You, Wrecker, and Crosshair nodded before wishing each other luck as they walked off from your position.

"You ready y/n?" Hunter asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you say back to him as you two make your way towards your position.

Once situated towards the back of the building, Hunter commed Crosshair saying, "The droids are about to rotate positions, on my word start whatever distraction you have in mind."

The two of you waited on edge while the minutes drew on. After what felt like forever the droids finally began to move. At this, Hunter commed Crosshair again with finality, saying, "Now."

From your position, you could see the blast from the explosives Wrecker had set off, along with the heavy concentration of blaster fire. The droids that were covering the area where you and Hunter immediately went to act as reinforcement to those affected by the blast.

Hunter and you ran from your location to the back of the building, quickly finding an open window. Pulling the window open more, you forced your way inside as Hunter followed. The room was empty, and most of the lights were off. Pulling out a flashlight you scanned it across the floor quickly before turning it off again to not be spotted, even if there was a small chance of that.

"It looks like we are in some type of living room," Hunter says before making his way away from the window and peeking his head around the corner of the door and into the hallway. "The hallway's clear, I would say split up to cover more floors, but seeing what happened last time I told everyone to split up... I don't think that's a good idea."

Nodding you made your way over to him to look out into the hallway as well. "I say we go to the basement if there is one. It would make sense to keep people prisoner there," You say before stepping foot into the hallway.

"Yeah, but the only problem is finding stairs that could lead to a basement," Hunter says while stepping into place behind you.

"It shouldn't be that hard, plus if Tech was still bleeding by the time, he got here, wouldn't you think there would be a trail of blood where they brought him?" You shuddered while stating the possibility out loud, just as Hunter made a noise of acknowledgment.

After what felt like hours of walking the hallways on high alert, and checking most rooms as you come across them, you staggered trying to stop yourself from walking as you finally caught sight of some blood on the ground. "Hunter," you whispered, "Look."

Hunter looked around your form to get a glance at what you were looking at, before shining his flashlight down the rest of the hall. "There's a trail too," he said while keeping his flashlight trained on the spots of blood.

"C'mon," You say as you grab him by the hand and pull him the rest of the way down the hallway.

Stopping at the end of the said hallway you are greeted by stairs to the left of you, and you turn to Hunter before silently agreeing to walk town together in sync. The stairs were solid sandstone, so you didn't have to worry about any creaky stairs, but you did have to worry about footing. Pulling out your vibro-knives at the same time as Hunter, you two started making your way down the stairs. The sight that waited for you and the bottom of the short walk would stick in your head forever. The basement was one single connected holding cell, with prisoners lined up against the bars trying to get a look at you. Some of them were crying, others wailing in pain, and some had fallen into silent spells. Noticing this, Hunter and you quickly put your knives away before you rushed to the gate with the main lock at it. While you made fast work of the lock and quickly picked it, Hunter had begun reassuring the people that we were here for help and that he was looking for someone who looked like us. With the gate, open people poured out in a mass exodus and began to make their way upstairs, without a single care of what could happen to them.

Once almost everyone was out, you and Hunter made your way into the cell where you were greeted with another terrible sight. Tech was there on a stone table in the middle of a cell with one of them, now freed, prisoners hovering over him. His armor was off and tossed to the side as he was only in his blacks, and he had a bacta patch wrapped around his torso. You rushed over to him as Hunter escorted the prisoner out of the cell and couldn't help but let out a sob for the second time today. Tech looked frail, and you hesitated to even reach out to touch him fearing that it would break him. You were immediately relieved after placing two fingers on his wrist and feeling his pulse. It was weak, but it was still there. "Hunter! I need some help down here," you call out before starting to run around the table to grab Tech's armor. Hunter came running back down the stairs at your call and once you saw him you continued, "I need you to carry him out of here. I'll get his armor, but we need to move fast before the droid realize that this was all a diversion."

At this Hunter makes his way to Tech's side without a word and picks him up and slings him over his shoulder. Grabbing the final pieces of Tech's armor, both of you begin to make your way up to the stair. Tapping the comlink on your wrist you hear blaster fire permeate through the room around you. "Crosshair, we got Tech. If I know Wrecker, he probably has some explosives, so as soon as we get out of the house, give him the word to blow this place up."

"Got it," Crosshair says before the comlink closes with a beep.

"Let's try a nearby window and get out of here as fast as we can before we tell them to set the chargers," you say to Hunter as you force your way ahead of him and into the closest room. Hunter follows you before grunting as a noise of approval. Making your way to the window, you grab Tech's helmet from where it sat under your arm and smashed it. Hunter gives you an exasperated look as he walks past you and out the window first, to which you only say, "What? It was a lot easier than putting everything down and opening it.

Once both of you are outside, you make your way to the location where you two started the mission. Reaching the spot a few meters away, you open the com with Crosshair again, "Crosshair, tell Wrecker to light it up. Now!"

Instead of getting an actual response as an answer, you could hear the various explosions coming from the area behind you.

"Nice work you two but meet up with us where we made camp before, it will be quicker to get back to the Marauder with Wrecker carrying Tech," You say into the com again before forcing yourself to walk in the direction of the temporary camp from before.

"Rodger that," Both Crosshair and Wrecker's voices come through the comlink before the transmission ends again with a beep.

The four of you, plus an unresponsive Tech, met up quickly and rushed back to the Marauder as soon as you could. Reaching the ship was a relief as Hunter had immediately gone into the cockpit and got you guys off the planet, and Wrecker took Tech to the bunks with you in tow with medical supplies.

Once Wrecker placed Tech on his respective bunk, you immediately rushed him out of the room and got to work. Removing the hastily applied bacta patch, you assessed the wound that Tech had got before he was captured. It was nasty at first glance, but you assumed it was even worse before he had the first batch patch applied. The cut ran from his left shoulder across his torso, coming to finally stop at the bottom of his right ribs. Luckily, the cut wasn't that deep, because there would have been hardly a chance, he would've survived that. Continuing your work, you cleaned the wound before wrapping it up again in another bacta patch. Standing up and observing the handiwork of your terrible medical experience, you run a full body scan with your datapad just to check for any other injuries that could internal. Thankfully, the scan came up negative and you could assume that Tech had just passed out due to blood loss. He still looked extremely pale as you stood there and stared at him, but some color was starting to return to his body.

Sitting back down, you grasped his hand in yours and looked at both hands together. As the weight of the day's events slowly started the catch up with you, you could hardly help yourself as you began to fall asleep. In a state of half-consciousness, you could've sworn you felt Tech's hand squeezing yours, but you were too tired to even process the notion that he might've.

The feeling of someone pulling your hand to their lips pulled you out of your nap and caused you to pick your head up from the side of Tech's bunk.

"Good morning Tech," you said before you could even process what was happening, but as soon as the words left your mouth your head snapped up and your eyes immediately widened. "Tech! You're up!"

Tech let out a breathy chuckle before trying to force his way up, only for you immediately to place your hand on his good shoulder and force him back down, "Nope, no getting up for you just yet. You had us all worried sir," you say while shifting your position to get a better look at him.

"I never meant to cause you guys any trouble," he says sincerely, "We had all got split up when those droids attacked us, and they caught me by surprise by sending in reinforcements."

"It's okay Tech, you don't need to justify your actions, you're alive and here back on the Marauder with us. That is all that matters," you say before gripping his hand again and squeezing it.

"Y'know while the droids were dragging me away as I was bleeding out, I couldn't help but focus on one thing," he says while squeezing your hand in return.

"Oh? And what was that?" You ask with a smile on your face.

Tech smiles back at you before bringing your hand to his lips again and placing a firm kiss on your knuckles, "I couldn't stop thinking about how I hadn't told you how much I love you."

Freezing in your place at the combinations of the words and the sincerity in Tech's tone, you couldn't help but find yourself smiling wider at what he had said. "I love you too Tech, too much. I thought I had lost you today but I'm so glad I didn't," you say with finality in your tone.

Leaning down to place a kiss on his lips you find yourself in a state of relief. Tech was back and safe out of harm's way, and he really does love you. Pulling away from the kiss, but still holding eye contact with him you say, "You still need to rest up, and don't think that kissing me will be a distraction."

Tech rolls his eye and lets out a groan before smirking and saying, "Well after I'm all healed you better make it up to me."

You smack his leg and let out a huff of frustration and as you go to walk out of the room you say, "We'll see about that one Tech. We'll see."

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a/n: once again i feel like this is meh but i still dont know. i meant to have this done 2 days ago but almost passed out because of my second dose of the covid vaccine, plus i had a 6 page paper due so likeeee. anyway TAKE THIS right after the new episode, also if you guys watched it already... HOLY SHITTTT 🙏

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