#sorry I couldn't give you what you needed Gar :(

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hey lovely!! May I drop a little first kiss request right here? Points to the ask box

If you’re feeling up to it could I get

"can we do that again? my eyes were closed." "oh my god."

With either Echo or Hardcase? 👉🏻👈🏻💜💜

Pineapple, my dear friend, I'm so sorry this took so long, but I hope that the awkward fluffiness makes up for the wait! <3 dividers by @/saradika and @/dystopicjumpsuit

Nerve

Summary: Hardcase makes his move, but it doesn't quite go according to plan.

Warnings: fluff, gn!reader, Hardcase is probably out of character but I hope not, very awkward flirting, first kiss; my blog is 18+

Word Count: 777

When you first enlisted with the GAR, you weren't exactly sure where you'd be placed, but after spending several months as a supply officer on board the Resolute you couldn't imagine doing anything else. With no real medical experience, specialized combat training, or ordnance clearance, the one thing you really excel at is organization. Material inventories, restocks, and balancing spreadsheets tend to be the things to occupy your day-to-day aboard the massive starship, but what you look forward to most are the distribution days, where troopers of all ranks come to you and leave laden with any supplies they've managed to burn through, damage, or otherwise need more of since the last distribution. It gives you a chance to interact with the troopers, many of whom you've become friends with, and manage to feel like you're actually achieving something in this Maker-forsaken war. 

The next distribution day isn't for another standard week, though. Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you blink down at the product code you'd just been about to scan. At least when it came to the clones, there was never any worry about needing multiple sizes of blacks or standard armor; your main job is to make sure there's always enough of both. 

Somewhere behind you, the door to the main cargo hold swishes open. You glance around, using the opportunity to roll some of the stiffness out of your neck. 

"Where's my favorite supply officer?" a voice calls, cheery and upbeat. 

Stomach fluttering with sudden shyness, a smile touches your features as you carefully descend the metal ladder and plop back onto the durasteel flooring with an audible thump. "Back here, Case!" 

Because while there are several thousand troopers on this starship, only one calls you his favorite. 

Sure enough, Hardcase rounds the corner to join you in the aisle between the seemingly endless shelving units. A sheepish grin tugs at his features and he rubs the back of his neck bashfully. 

You already know why he's here. Though his armor all appears to be clipped in place with nothing missing, with Case, sometimes you really can never tell. With feigned exasperation, you grin at him. "What did you lose this time, Hardcase?" 

"My socks," he admits. 

You're turning as soon as he speaks, bound and determined to find whatever he needs. While you're technically supposed to make him wait until the official distribution day, you've never been able to deny Hardcase what he wants.

"I'm sure I can hunt down--" You stop in your tracks as his words finally register. Turning back with narrowed eyes, you tilt your head at him. "You lot don't need socks. They're built in." 

Hardcase glances away, shifting his weight. "R-Right, but, see, what I actually came down here isn't that. What I'm really here for is- is my nerve." 

Confusion continues to settle over you like a cloud. "Come again?"

"I, ah, um--kriff, what did Jesse say again?" he mutters to himself. Then the bashful grin slides back into place, and he takes a step back. "Just- Can I start over?" 

"Sure?" 

"Great!" Clearing his throat, Hardcase gestures for you to ask him again. 

Properly befuddled by now, you can only play along. "What...did you lose this time?" 

"Well, I thought I lost my nerve, but I seem to have found it again now that I'm here," he says with a dashing smile. 

All you can do is blink at him, before a burst of giggles erupts from your chest. Case's expression falls for a moment, before he joins in, his lower chuckles a perfect counterpoint to your bright laughter. 

"Jesse told you to say that?" you ask once you calm down. 

"I- I asked him for advice," he says. 

You feel like you already know the answer, but you have to ask, anyway. "Advice on what?"

Hardcase takes a step closer. That fluttery feeling in your stomach returns, anticipation singing through your veins, light and airy. He backs you against the shelving unit, one hand coming up to cup your face with a gentleness that almost surprises you. 

"This," he says. 

Then he dips his head to press his lips to yours in a tentative, sweet first kiss. 

Sighing through your nose, you pull him closer by the gap in his chestplate. The kiss is slow and chaste, but it still leaves you tingling, wanting more. 

He rests his forehead against yours when he breaks the kiss. Keeping your eyes closed, you can't help but smile. 

Hardcase giggles. "Can we do that again? My eyes were closed." 

"Oh my god." You laugh, too, but tilt your face up to his, and kiss him again.

[6rookie-writer0110]

The days we have at night

Garfield Logan X Male Reader

Request - Garfield Logan x poison ivy male reader, Gar being absolutely mesmerized by how beautiful reader looks.

Garfield is patrolling the city alone and it's a slow night. He is on the roof and he starts to look down and not many people out tonight. Then he heard a loud noise coming from the laboratory owned by Lex Luthor. Garfield transformed into a cheetah and starts to run towards the laboratory. He noticed the fire on the tenth floor, then he transformed into a hawk and starts to fly. Once inside he transformed back to himself.

He walked towards the vault and you turned around. He is smitten by your looks and he gives you a small smile.

“And who are you?” You asked.

“My-my… my well my…”

“Do you have a stuttering problem? You do know they have therapy for that” You said.

You start to walk away then he starts to follow you.

“My name is Beast Boy! But I have to take you to jail” Garfield said.

You smiled and he likes your smile.

“Sorry, but that won't happen. I hate that big companies don't use their resources to help people. So I'm taking it so I can help people” You said.

“What’s your name?” Garfield asked.

You used your powers to control the plants from the lab. Garfield transformed into an animal and starts to rip the plants apart, but you managed to escape. He runs outside to try and find you but you are far gone.

“Damn!” Garfield mumbled.

You got away and you go to your hideout. Garfield can't stop thinking about and that was the first time he met you.

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Days and nights went by… Garfield kept hoping he would run into you. He doesn't know much about you, the only thing he knows is that you can control plants. Then he starts to think about how to search for you.

“Dick, can I use the bat cave computer to do research on someone?” Garfield asked

“Yeah, sure. Bruce is away so he won't be back until next week but I will let Alfred know that you will go to the bat cave” Dick said.

“Thanks!” Garfield smiled.

Hours later… Garfield went to the Batcave and starts to do research. First, he looked up Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley aka Poison Ivy. She is connected to you then he clicked on your profile. He starts to read your profile and it's kinda long, your picture is on the screen and he takes a picture of it with his phone.

“Who is that?” Dick asked

That made Garfield jump and his heart is racing.

“You scared me!” Garfield said.

“Sorry,” Dick said.

“That is Y/n. I'm trying to find him” Garfield said.

“Why?” Dick asked.

“Why are you here?” Garfield asked.

“I thought you would need my help, but I guess not. Looks like he went to Arkham Asylum a while back but -” Dick said

“I’m done. I got what I need but thanks” Garfield said.

He walks away and Dick turns off the computer. Garfield went home and he is looking at your picture and he hopes to find you again.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

Garfield knew where all the bad guys hang out, but he couldn't just go in. So, he asked for a favor from the bartender and he agreed to it. He told Garfield where you will be next and Garfield knows the place. He starts to get ready then he starts to brush his hair. Now, Garfield puts on cologne that he stole from Dick because he always buys expensive brands. He left and headed to Gotham Botanical Garden and He is feeling nervous.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“To stop you from stealing,” Garfield said.

“I didn't steal anything. I'm just here to take what is mine” You said.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Garfield smiled.

“I thought you were going to arrest me,” You said.

“I’m here alone. I have been trying to find out because I really like you, Y/n. I was hoping we can get to know each other and stuff” Garfield said.

“Wow, I didn't expect this to happen,” You said.

“It took a while for me to find you. So?” Garfield said.

“Okay, I will go on a date with you,” You said.

“Awesome!” Garfield smiled.

You used the plants to tie him up.

“What are you doing?” Garfield asked.

“I will still go on the date with you, but I couldn't risk you stopping me from stealing,” You said.

You walked by him and took his phone from his pocket. Then you typed in your phone number then put it back in his pocket.

“You should put a code in your phone,” You said.

“Bye, Y/n” Garfield smiled.

You walked away but eventually, the plants let him go.

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You met Garfield at the carnival. When he saw you, he couldn't stop smiling at you. He did stutter a little bit but you want to get to know him. While walking, he gently grabbed your hand. He is happy that you will let him hold your hand.

“They do sell veggie pizza. Do you like vegan food?” Garfield said.

“Yeah, I have tried a few vegan foods. It's hard to find a decent place in Gotham” You said.

“I know what you mean,” Garfield said.

You and Garfield start to eat the vegan pizza. After that, you and Garfield went to play a few games. You and Garfield get in the bumper cars and you are having fun with him.

Later, you and Garfield went to play basketball. You tried to win a plush shark but you lost

“Don’t worry I will win it for you” Garfield smiled.

You watch him play and he did miss the first shot. But in the end, he did win the plush shark for you.

“Thanks. You are really good at basketball. And I'm having fun with you tonight” You said.

“Me too, Y/n. I'm really glad you said yes to the date. I was so nervous to ask you” Garfield smiled.

You and Garfield are smiling at each other. Later, you and Garfield sat down by the grass to watch the fireworks. He moves closer to you then you felt his lips on your lips. You start to kiss him back and he has his hand on your thigh.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend, Y/n?” Garfield asked.

“Yeah,” You smiled.

He starts to kiss you again.

[thebisexualdogdad]

I need more of the Donna and Ra’s son!!!

Donna Troy x male!reader

Part 1

● now that the Titans know about you and Donna some of them have accepted you into the group while others disagree with the decision

● Kory, Dawn, Connor and Gar believed you when you said you hadn't spoken to your father Ra's in years and had no allegiance to him

● while Jason, Hank and Rachel didn't which you can't blame them for, you probably wouldn't trust you either if you were in their position

● Dick hasn't made his mind up yet but wants to give you the benefit of the doubt

● plus he finds it helpful to have someone who knows first hand how the mind of one of Batman's most dangerous enemies works

● Jason "why the hell would the son of Ra's Al Ghul suddenly want to be a good guy? You know he was trained to be a violent killer right?"

● Donna "he's not that person anymore and we've been together for a year, if he really wanted to kill us he would have by now"

● "she's right, I know seven different ways to kill every single one of you in this exact moment but I won't"

● Donna "babe you're not helping"

● "right sorry, but for the record I haven't actually killed that many people, my father didn't let me leave Nanda Parbat often. I couldn't exactly be his secret weapon if I was out there killing people all willy nilly"

● there's still tension but Donna doesn't let it get to her

● she loves you and knows you love her too

● Hank and Jason refuse to let you move into the tower so you continue to live in your apartment

● which you're fine with because it's the only place you and Donna can get any sort of privacy

● whenever you're at the tower Jason and Hank watch your every move to make sure you're not snooping around somewhere you're not supposed to

● Kory "really Rachel, you condone them acting like this?"

● Rachel "I'm not saying people can't change but he's an ex assassin of all things so I have to be a little suspicious of his motives"

● Kory "how many bad guys do you know make chocolate chip pancakes in a 'kiss the cook' apron"

● you from the kitchen with stacks on stacks of pancakes for the whole team "breakfast is ready!"

● Gar and Connor however wished you lived in the tower not only so you could cook for them more often but also so you could have more video game all nighters together

● when you play online from home Donna tempts you with… other activities to get you to turn the game off

● she'll be standing in the doorway of your bedroom unbuttoning her shirt

● "are you really going to make me go to bed alone?"

● you into your headset mic "sorry guys I gotta go"

● Gar "Wait what we are in the middle of a match!" but you're already gone fumbling out of your clothes as you follow Donna to bed

● one night the Titans are ambushed by someone dressed head to toe in black with their face covered by a mask

● you immediately recognize the fighting style and can only hope you're wrong about who you are up against

● but when they have you pinned to the ground with their sword and lift their mask you unfortunately discover you were correct

● Nyssa "hi little brother"

● "...Shit"

[clone-anon]

heyy i just found your blog recently and its super cool! if its okay could i request either rex or wolffe (you can decide lol) with a reunion type scenario after being apart for so long on separate missions? my pronouns are she/her, have a good day! :)

Thank you so much for the request. I'm going with Wolffe because I've never written him. I hope this is along the lines of what you're looking for!

It had been months since you'd seen each other. You were supposed to meet weeks ago, but he hadn't shown. All you knew was that he was injured, it wasn't life-threatening, and he would need time to heal. Since then, he'd gone on another mission and you simply hadn't had time for your paths to cross.

That all changed today. Wolffe was normally very confident around you and he was certainly confident in his position within the GAR, so when you saw him, you needed a moment. You stopped breathing for a moment, but smiled. He approached you almost tentatively and it was impossible not to notice that his beautiful right eye was missing. In its place was a cybernetic eye. The scar on his face was still healing, but he was here. He had returned to you and that was what mattered.

You ran up to him and threw your arms around him. Any worry he may have had that his appearance would bother you evaporated immediately.

"I missed you," he whispered in your ear. "All I could think is I have to get back to her."

You kissed his jawline and the corner of his mouth. It always made him smile. He wrapped an arm around your waist while caressing your face with his other hand.

"I'm sorry I couldn't see you sooner," he said, giving you a peck on the forehead, but letting his lips linger.

"I'm just glad you're alright," you responded softly. "Are you actually alright?"

"I am. I can see and everything is healing." He paused and added, "I can see you and that's all I want right now."

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch Edition

Previous Chapter

Tipping Point

The guys help Shep and Phee organize the civilians for the time being and Hunter approaches us under the tree. He crouches down and puts a hand on Omega's cheek "You alright?" She shakes her head but I'm sure he can tell shes just trying to play it off. He looks up at me "We are going to stay and help the rebuild the lower levels. For now, we are going to get the people organized up here before we make a plan." I nod, "Let me know what I can do." He smiles "I think you're doing it." I glance down at both girls who seem to be settling down. We lock eyes "I can't believe you jumped over the wall." I shrug "I'd do anything to keep you all safe and I know you'd do the same for me." He puts a hand on my cheek "Just don't get yourself killed" his tone of voice is harsh like he wants to scold me but the look on his face is soft. Tech calls him over. Putting his forehead against mine for a moment he says "I'll be back." I nod knowing we probably won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Omega picks her head up "You jumped over the wall?" I chuckle "It wasn't the big wall, just from Shep's place." Lyana looks at me shocked "Mandalorian's are crazy." I shrug "I wasn't about to let you two get stuck out there alone. I didn't really jump...I slid." Omega throws her arms around me "I know I can always count on you." I hug her back giving her a gentle squeeze. She lets go of me, stands up, and composes herself before speaking again "We should help them... I want to help them." A smile spreads across my face and Lyana pops up "I want to help too." "I guess that settles it then" Standing up I brush myself off "We'd better go join the others."

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The plan we came up with - at least for now - was to get everyone whatever they could from their homes. We divided everyone into groups so that one of us could go with about 30 people at one time. With five groups of 30ish people...it took all day. For the most part everyone was able to get enough belongings to make themselves comfortable for the time being. Most of the women helped prepare a meal for the entire village while Omega, Lyana, and I helped grab supplies. At around dusk, I was finally able to sit down. I always prided myself on staying in shape but after going up and down the hundreds of steps all day long....my legs feel like jelly. Needing some space, I wander away from everyone and climb up onto the stone wall, dangling my feet over the edge. The ocean has finally calmed and the animals seem to be coming back out from wherever they were hiding. Looking down below, the image is sad compared to the beautiful one we had last night. The entirety of Lower Pabu is dark, the sight makes me sigh sadly. Echo would have enjoyed this view...I pull up my vambrace and punch in Echo's code. I get no answer but leave a message, "Havoc 4, this is Havoc 6. I hope everything is going well. We're all safe so please don't worry. I just wanted to let you know that we all miss you.....I also kept my promise to you...but I can tell you when we see each other again. Stay safe vod (Brother)."

I sit there alone for quite sometime, breathing in the ocean air. The sounds of boots approaching pulls my attention away from the ocean. Looking over my shoulder, I'm not surprised to see Hunter. He stops next me. "We just can't catch a break, can we?" He sighs "No, but what we did today...it saved everyone living here." I nod and look down between my feet "Maker I really am dini'la (insane)..." He hops up on the edge next to me and looks down. "Ni ceta (I'm sorry), I didn't mean to scare you earlier...I just couldn't imagine losing Omega out there...she sounded so scared..." "Gar shuk meh kyrayc (You're no use dead/said to encourage rest/not literal)" I quirk a brow at his statement "oh so that's all I am to you huh?" I tease. He sighs and shakes his head. Teasing him honestly gives me life, "What's the matter Sarge? Am I too much for you to handle" I wink at him before spinning around and hoping off the wall. I start to walk away but stop and look over my shoulder "If you can't sleep...you know where to find me." With that I head to my hut for the night.

————This is your warning now...it's going to get spicy. Minors look away————

Just as I'm about to head to bed there's a knock on my door. I smile to myself and bound over to the door. Flinging it open Hunter is standing there, I opt to continue to tease him "Something I can help you with Sarge?" There's a fire behind his eyes and without a word he comes in, shutting the door behind him. He stops only a few inches from me and looks me in the eye. "Do you know what it does to me when you call me that?" His voice is deep and lustful. I can't pull my eyes away from his lips, "What does it do to you...Sarge?" His breath hitches and something primal takes over. He slides his hands over my hips and lifts me off the ground. Wrapping my legs around his core, he kisses me with such passion - I know I'm the only female in the galaxy lucky enough to have this man's full attention.

He carries me to the bedroom, setting me on the bed before straddling me. He hesitates for a second like he's struggling for words, chest heaving, eyes roaming my face like he's waiting for me to protest. His pupils are blown wide - like his senses are working overtime - leaving honey brown halos around them. Knowing that I have this man such a mess in this moment makes me want to savor it. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath like he's trying to calm himself. "Hunter..." I whisper and he opens his eyes again. Leaning up to meet him, I kiss his neck over his pulse point and I can feel his heart racing. He lets out a soft grunt. Trailing up to his ear I whisper "It's okay." Laying back down on the bed I reach down, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. His eyes wander down stopping for a moment on my tattoo before traveling to the other side where theres a scar from our mining experience. Sliding one hand up from my hip, he runs a thumb over the scar and I flinch - only because the contact sends a current throughout my whole body. His eyes flick up to mine and his expression softens like he might have felt it. I slide my hands up under his shirt and pull it over his head - the wild look returning in his eyes. He peppers kisses from my cheek all he way down my neck, making his way to my chest, between my breasts, and down to my stomach. The action sends me over the edge and I grip he sheets balling them in my fists. He lifts his head with a mischievous smirk before sliding my pants and underwear off before he follows suit with his own. My hands roam his muscular body before he stops me and puts them above my head. "I think you've teased me enough" his deep, husky voice in my hear. Now he's got my full attention and I find myself begging or him. "I need you...fill me..." I practically command him. He quirks a brow "I thought I was the one who gave the orders?" "Please Sarge..." I plead. Hunter wastes no time following orders...

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The light through the small window is what wakes me. I look over to my left see the tangled mess of sheets and him. He's sleeping so peacefully...I don't think I've ever seen him that peaceful... I run my fingers over the tattoo on his face. Without opening his eyes he hums his satisfaction with the contact. I roll myself on top of him and pepper kisses along his neck. He rolls me back over so now he's over me and I giggle. There's a knock on my door "Raven...It's Omega. Have you seen Hunter? He's not in his hut." He sighs and I bit my lip so I don't burst out in laugher. Taking a deep breath I answer "Just a second!" Hunter rolls off me on his back and I climb over him out of bed. "I'm going to shower quick and get my armor around. I'll meet you up there" I say from the door frame. He tosses an arm over his face and grunts.

After getting my full kit on I head to the top, buy'ce (Helmet) under one arm, practically skipping. "What's with you?" Tech asks without looking up from his datapad. "Nothing. I'm just ready to go" I shrug. He gives me a look. "Come one Tech like you really want to know..." "Raven you are like a sister to me...Enough said" he puts a hand up to stop me. Wrecker, Hunter, and Omega join us. "Alright so what's the plan?" Omega asks. "We could work our way up. The less damaged homes will take less time to fix, so it might be easier to end with them" I offer my opinion. "By my calculations, with everyone helping we should be able to repair the damage completely in 20-30 rotations." We all look to Hunter to give the final say. He nods "Alright. Let's get to work."

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In 10 few short rotations we were able to get the first level of Pabu back to it's former glory - also with a few advancements thanks to Tech. Wrecker is out fishing on the dock to help replenish the food supply, while Hunter and I are helping unload some cargo. I heard back from Echo the other day and he said he needed help and would be stoping by. We were all very much looking forward to seeing him. "This friend of yours who's stopping by, he's another clone?" Shep asks Hunter. "Yeah, but don't worry. He's not with the Empire." "If you trust him, that's enough for me." Wrecker approaches with a large fish on his shoulder, "The new fishing dock's been rebuilt and moored. And I caught some dinner!" He laughs. I smile "You've been busy." "You got that right!" Lyana and a few of the others come up "Hey Wrecker. Can we get your help? We're fortifying the sea wall." Wrecker puts the fish down before bounding after them "Sure thing, boss"

Shep smiles "He's become an integral part of this community...you all have. Any chance you've reconsidered staying permanently?" Shep asks us. The question makes me sad...Hunter and I had many discussions over it and he just doesn't feel like we can stay here without putting what they have at risk. "For soldiers, putting down roots is an occupational hazard." He tells Shep. "Is that all you are? A soldier?" He asks gesturing at me and likely hinting about Omega. Hunter glances at me sadly. I sigh and step away from the conversation, sitting on a crate. I myself am torn because I understand where Hunter is coming from. Not only that, there is a galaxy out there that needs people like us...we kinda knew this was too good to be true but it was a nice break...Hunter and I spent many late nights and early mornings together...Omega and I have been working on her Mando'a and other Mandalorian traditions. She seems to really enjoy it and I'm happy to teach someone. She's also been working with Tech...on flying...The Marauder soars overhead and I smile to myself, imaging Tech white knuckling the copilot's chair. I offered to trade with him every so often but he insisted on being the one to teach her...I left it alone. The look on his face is still worth seeing...I comm them "How's it going up there Tech?" "Thanks to my excellent instruction, and ability to think clearly in stressful situations, She is indeed improving." He sounds stressed which causes me to burst into a fit of laugher, drawing the attention of Shep, Hunter, and the others around me. I watch as the Marauder comes back into view and is positioned in preparation for what Omega and I have dubbed "The Tech Turn" which is what he would describe as 'a sharp swing with a zero thruster pull' but The Tech Turn has a cooler ring to it.

My comm link goes off "Havoc-4 this is Havoc-5...do you copy?" I jump up with excitement and race to the landing pad. Both the Marauder and another ship have just landed and are dropping their ramps. Omega races out of the Marauder with Tech behind her and I see Echo emerge from the other ship. Echo laughs and looks around "You weren't kidding...this place is remote." Omega and I take turns hugging Echo. "I'm surprised you're not on Ord Mantell with Cid" he continues. I laugh nervously "Well...we've been—" Tech cuts me off "Reevaluating things. You mentioned needing some assistance with data decryption." Leave it to Tech to get right down to business... Echo hands him a data chip "This is what's left of the files I recovered from an Imperial shuttle. It was transporting clone prisoners, and we need to know where and why." This news makes me sad, "You all deserve so much better..." Echo gives me a sad smile and throws an arm over my shoulder. "On a better topic...tell me about Hunter..."

Making our way down to our huts I fill Echo in on everything that's been going on. He laughs at some of my stories and is over all happy to hear how things have gone in his absence. When we get to the huts, Hunter is there waiting. Echo shakes his hand and looks between him and I, "I hear you two have been busy." Hunter quirks a brow at me and I shrug. No I didn't tell Echo the dirty details....but he's not stupid... we get him something to eat while Tech gets is working on the decryption.

Hunter and Echo catch up, while Wrecker chases Omega and Lyanna around the tree on the landing pad. I stand next to Shep and we watch. Waiting for the opportune moment, I race the opposite way around the tree and scoop Omega up, tossing her over my shoulder. She lets out a loud squeal and I laugh.

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Echo and I walk around the perimeter of the landing zone and catch up. "You all plan to stay here indefinitely?" He asks. I stop and watch as Raven races around the tree and scoops a squealing Omega up. I sigh "We...haven't decided yet but, to be honest....it might be the best thing for us." Echo follows my gaze, "You love her don't you." I don't say anything, just watch them for a moment. "Yeah...I suppose I do..." I finally admit sighing, before changing the subject "What about you? What have you been up to?" His facial expression changes to a more serious one "Rex and I have built up a small network of clones. Some are in hiding, underground. Others act as our contacts within the Empire." Now I'm starting to worry for his sake "Echo, you've seen the power you're up against. You can't defeat them." "It's not about that. It's about fighting for our brothers." I sigh again, "I understand why you're doing this but....when will it be enough?" My comm link beeps and I answer "Hunter, I decrypted the data. You need to get back to the ship."

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Hunter and Echo came to grab us saying Tech had decrypted the files and wanted us back at the ship. Inside we all gather around to hear what he's found, "The Imperial transport Echo highjacked was assigned to the Advanced Science Division."Hunter crosses his arms "Never heard of it." "That is because it is a clandestine operation. There are no records on its location or its purpose. All I could find on it was the chief scientist in charge, Dr. Royce Hemlock. An officer expelled from the Republic science corps due to unorthodox experiments" Tech continues. My stomach drops and a wave of nausea hits me like a brick wall...Hunter gives me a funny look and places a hand on my back. "Why were they sending clone prisoners to him?" Omega asks sadly. Tech sighs "I don't know, but it gets worse. Previous transfer records recovered from the ships logs list other clone prisoners detained by the Advanced Science Division...and Crosshair is one of them." We are all shocked by this news "You mean Crosshair turned on the Empire? After he turned on you?" I ask. Hunter lets go of me and clenches his fists "How sure are you about this?" I've haven't seen him so deadly serious since the first time we met. My stomach is doing flips. "Very. After discovering his clone number on the transfer register, I checked and found a recent distress message sent from Crosshair's old code" Tech explains further. "What did it say?" Omega asks him. "Plan 88. The Seeker. We are being targeted. I believe he is warning us." Swallowing hard I speak up "Or...it's a trap..." I feel bad for even having the thought but based on what they've told me about him...it wouldn't be the first time. Hunter glances at me and I can tell by the solemn look on his face he was thinking the same thing. Wrecker grunts "We'll, how do we find out?"

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what’s the matter with misfits? that’s where we fit in!

semi-selective, oc and crossover friendly multifandom multimuse, featuring a band of misfit bots. tolerated by alexis.

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[trekkiesagainstchastity]

Wait why did trekkies4chastity deactivate

Boredom

[serrj215]

Stars and Marshmallows?

"Is this enough?" Beast Boy asked, his fingers playing with a marshmallow.

Raven looked up from the small fire crackling in its stone bowl, not sure what he was asking.  

They sat across from each other on beach chairs on the roof of Titans Tower. It was a crisp but clear night and the heavens were on full display. Each one of them had a blanket to keep out the chill, between the chairs Beast boy had set up a small fire pit. It was nothing huge or impressive, but it held just enough flame to give them some light, warmth, and toast the marshmallows. Next to it was a small table with the chocolate and the gram crackers, and the mugs of hot cocoa.

"I mean, is this enough for a date?" he asked nervously. "We’re just on the roof. "

"Gar you did go to all this trouble." She said as she turned her stick trying not the let the marshmallow at the end catch fire. A sharp contrast to Beast Boy who kept turning his into a fireball before blowing it out. He had burnt his tongue at least twice already.  

Gar. He loved that. A few years ago she would call him by his real name to get a rise out of him. It was something she picked up during a joint mission with his old team the Doom patrol. For months she would call him Garfield, which sent a chill down his nerves.

The worst part was that when she did he would do almost anything she asked. It was like a conditioned response, all she needed for him to drop everything and bring her a cup of tea, or get something for her was use his real name. She really did get a lot of mileage out of that.

Also tradition or not, who would name their kid Garfield? It was clunky, formal and a better fit for a comic cat and an unremarkable President than the person he wanted to be. When she called him Gar though, it melted him like the chocolate they were sharing. I was short, intimate and fit into his ear so much better. He liked being Gar, he wanted to be Gar for her. Gar would be able to sweep her off her feet, be the charming romantic hero to her story. "Gar" would have come up with something better than the roof and marshmallows.

"Rae it's jus smores." he muttered. "I mean when I asked you out, I was thinking we would go you know…out." his eyes fell to his marshmallow just as it ignited. Frantically he started blowing it out. With a tense laugh he said. " I wanted to take you somewhere nice. Impress you a little. I am sorry it turned out like this."

They had been dancing around this for weeks, ever since she kissed him that first time, that first time she risked showing true and unrestrained affection. That led to other small experiments in spending time with each other. A walk, trying each other’s favorite DVDs, finding out Raven was a natural at Mario kart.

It would be Beast boy's luck that he finally was able to summon the courage to ask Raven out on a real date just before the whole city went on lockdown. Apparently, there was some sort of virus that got everyone scared. In response, everything was shut down. Overnight restaurants, parks, movie theaters were all closed with no idea when they would re-open. They couldn't even get delivery pizza. All of Beast boy's ideas and plans fell apart.

This little rooftop graham cracker picnic was just a mad improvisation. An idea mostly born of panic and what he had on hand.

"Gar there is no need to apologize, this was not your fault. I think this is very sweet. I am not an authority on dating, " she said, taking a square of chocolate from the tray on the table. "but I think it’s more about the company than the activity. "

"So this is a date?"

"No," she said quietly, standing up from her chair, abandoning her blanket. Beast Boy's head fell in shame until she walked over to him. She pulled his blanket open and slid onto his lap closing the blanket around them both. She snuggled in and she passed him her stick, reminding him that she liked her marshmallows slightly less well done than he did. Beast Boy was happy to take on the cooking duties for them both.

"Now it's a date". she whispered into his ear before resting her head on his chest.  

They whispered to each other, Raven pointing out constellations in the clear night sky and telling the myths she knew about them. While Raven talked about ancient Greek and Babylonian heroes and how they became points in the sky, Beast Boy attended to building and serving the smores.

They talked until the graham crackers were gone, they talked till the fire went out.  

It was almost 2 am when he walked her to her room. They stood there both not knowing what to do next. They had said good night to each other twice each but were unsure if they wanted to go. Beast Boy pressed his luck and quickly pecked Raven on the cheek. He went to make a hasty retreat before she grabbed him by the shirt.

She took his head in both her hands and pressed her lips to his gently. She pulled away and said quietly. "If you kiss me, I insist you do it properly." She released him and pushed him away playfully. "Now, it's enough" she said “Goodnight Gar” before disappearing into her room.

Took a little longer to get back to this then I thought.  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34243012 if you would rather read on A03. 

[wanderinginksplot]

Just for Kix

Previous | Masterlist

Vent

"Hey, look who finally decided to show up!" a friendly voice called out as Kix walked into the GAR's main medbay.

"Curl, you di'kut, there's no one else here," Kix complained, though the grin on his face took the sting out of the insult he tossed to his fellow medic.

"Yeah, but the others are on their way," Curl said defensively, gripping Kix's forearm in greeting. Kix squeezed Curl's 104th-gray vambrace in return before helping to gather some of the medbay's most comfortable chairs.

'The others' were the other medics of various battalions. Every few months, the GAR brought some of the older medics back to Coruscant to be recertified. This class was going to be great or terrible, Kix hadn't decided. With some of the brothers he heard were scheduled to be here, it could go either way, but it was sure to be memorable.

Still, it would be good to see everyone again. They had decided to meet here as soon as everyone's transports arrived. Classes didn't start until the next morning, but everyone needed a chance to complain about the idiots they were in charge of.

"Are all the transports here?" Kix asked.

Curl started to say something, but he was cut off by heavy footsteps approaching the medbay door. A large trooper stepped in, his sheer size and the weight of his heavy muscle making the floor reverberate a little with every step. His armor, altered to fit his increased muscle mass, was painted with swirls of 327th yellow.

When he caught sight of them, he bobbed his head and removed his helmet. "Kix, Curl," he said in greeting, his low voice rumbling through the room like thunder.

"Limit," Kix returned.

"Well, if it isn't the most popular medic in the GAR," Curl joked, beaming at the man. "Heard you couldn't keep the females away last time you were at 79's, vod."

Limit's face flushed. "Stop it, Cu- Curl. I get enough of that from my- my own men."

"Leave him alone," Kix chided, shoving at Curl's shoulder. "Keep it up and I'll tell Wolffe you were bullying Limit."

Curl was irreverent, but Kix thought that threatening to go to his commanding officer would make him back off - especially with a CO as ill-tempered as Wolffe. Curl seemed unphased, however.

"Oh, yeah?" Curl challenged. "Maybe I'll tell him you were messing with Limit. He's still mad at you for joking about his cybernetic eye."

"You j-joked about Commander Wolffe's eye?" Limit asked, looking shocked and a bit horrified.

Kix felt an uncharacteristic surge of guilt. Limit was everyone's favorite brother. Disappointing him was like hitting a youngling.

"You didn't have to see how bad it was, Limit!" he defended. "I was scraping black goo out of it. He's lucky it didn't catch fire, and Curl is lucky he didn't have to deal with it!"

"Yeah, but I had to treat your general that one time," Curl tossed back.

"And I'm sure it was terrible for you," Kix said dryly.

The one time General Skywalker had been injured and admitted he needed a medic, Curl had been the one to treat him. Kix had spent his entire career dragging his general into the medbay for every injury, but Skywalker came and asked Curl to all but perform a battlefield surgery!

Curl had been insufferable after that.

"You know better than to make fun of someone who came to you- to you for treatment, Kix," Limit told him, deep voice saddened.

"Yeah, Kix," Curl gloated, beaming from behind Limit's impossibly broad shoulder.

"Come over here, Curl," Kix invited. "I want to show you this new method of spinal adjustment I learned. Only a mild chance of paralysis."

The door opened once again, this time admitting a trooper who wore Coruscant Guard crimson even out of uniform.

"Wow, Ink," Curl commented. "Didn't even bother to dress up, huh?"

"Got off duty an hour ago," Ink grunted. "Didn't want to be in my armor longer than I had to."

True enough, the trooper wore a crimson shirt with sleeves that barely reached his elbows. Wearing civvies to a medic meeting, even one that wasn't GAR-official, was a bold move. Everyone's civilian clothing was open to mocking, and Ink was no exception.

Of course, Curl didn't limit himself to Ink's clothing.

"What happened to your arms, vod?" he asked, seeming to fight a grin.

Ink was known among troopers for his tattoos. Intricate, Mandalorian-inspired patterns traced along the entirety of his back, shoulders, and arms. Ink had been expanding the maze of tattoos lately, and they had now spread down his forearms almost to his wrists. Of course, Curl was probably talking about the spots where messy splotches of color filled the precise outlines of the pattern.

At Curl's question, Ink glanced down at his forearms and shrugged. "The Guard had to investigate a fire on one of the lower levels. There were some younglings there."

He said it like it was a full explanation and - from him - it was. Ink melted around younglings of every species, despite how much he scared their parents.

Kix hid a smile of his own. "How's life with the Corrie Guard treating you?"

"He shou-should be the one doing the treating," Limit joked.

"Hilarious," Ink deadpanned. "Guard life is good. Treated a sprained ankle last week. Di'kut jumped down a level and a half without a jetpack."

"Hey, you know the rules," Curl objected. "No med talk until everyone is here."

"Who are we waiting on?" Kix asked.

"Heeeeeyyyyyyyy!" Shatter cheered, bursting through the door like he had been waiting for an introduction. Sprain followed close behind, throwing his arms outward like he was accepting applause.

"You didn't start without us, did you?" Sprain asked when Shatter finally paused to breathe.

"Just a short story about Wolffe," Limit admitted, looking guilty. "Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for, Limit," Shatter forgave easily, gripping Limit's forearm in a quick warrior's greeting.

"Besides, we've all heard about Wolffe's eye," Sprain added. "Kix has been complaining about it for months."

"Was I supposed to stop?" Kix asked, mildly affronted. "I can still smell it!"

"Gross," Ink contributed.

"Gross? I'm gonna assume you're talking about that sad excuse for civvies," Shatter jabbed. "I mean, I wasn't gonna say anything, but it looks like something a Weequay would wear."

Ink snorted. "At least they didn't run out of dye for my shirt like they did with your hair."

Everyone else in the room chuckled at that - except Sprain, who had a single streak of dye up the back of his hair to match his brother. Shatter's was 212th gold, of course, while Sprain's was 41st Elite Corps green.

"I would be more offended by that if we weren't talking to the unanimously-voted best medic in the GAR," Sprain said, grinning.

"Is it true you actually got Fox to sleep more than five hours straight?" Shatter asked.

Kix perked up. This was new information… Fox was infamous for his lack of regular sleep, and infamously stubborn when it came to setting professional limits for sake of his health.

Ink leaned back in his chair and crossed his color-swatched arms over his chest. "I can neither confirm nor deny that story. Medic-patient privilege."

"C'mon, Ink," Curl wheedled. "No one's ever gotten Fox to sleep that long, especially not an almost-shiny like you."

Ink shot a glare in Curl's direction.

"However you d-did it, good job," Limit congratulated sincerely. "The Commander needs to take better care of- care of himself."

"We're here to learn new stuff to use on the field, right?" Kix mused slowly. "Well, I have a general who likes to avoid sleep. Can you give me some tips, Ink?"

Curl snorted. "Maybe another medic just has to ask."

Sprain, having heard the Curl-treating-Skywalker story before, just elbowed Curl. "Yeah, Ink, help Kix out. Of course, I don't need any help at all, since General Unduli believes in living a life of balance..."

"Shut up, Sprain," Shatter told his brother. "We get it; your general actually takes care of herself. Ink, if the circles under Kenobi's eyes get any darker, I'm going to get called in for dereliction of duty. Help a vod avoid a court-martial, would you?"

Ink sighed. "I can't be specific, but… did you know that certain Coruscant businesses will package unflavored protein powder in stim packages?"

Shouts of laughter greeted his carefully worded advice.

"Is that ethical?" Limit asked, sounding a bit troubled by the idea of deceiving a patient.

With a shrug, Ink told him, "More ethical than letting the Head Commander catch a plasma bolt in his shebs because he's too tired to function when his overlapping stims wear off."

Limit still looked doubtful, but Kix made a mental note of the trick. The general and commander didn't use stims except in dire circumstances - claiming that the Force sustained them - but the captain was known to be more reliant on non-sleep methods than Kix would prefer. And don't even get him started on Fives and Echo. When the ARCs were attached to the 501st, Kix could feel his heart working overtime.

"Speaking of catching a bolt, is it true you threatened to shoot one of your troopers, Curl?" Kix asked, relishing the looks of shock on the faces of the other medics. He had waited until everyone was present to drop that particular bit of news.

Curl looked surprised, for once. "How did you hear about that?"

"I have my ways," Kix said mysteriously. It paid to be friends with officers from other battalions, and his friendship with Sinker had proven it on multiple occasions.

Looking murderous, Limit drew himself up to full height. "You what?"

Curl knew when to get out of the line of fire and took a few steps away from the mass of muscle that was Limit. "It's not as bad as it sounds! Some of the members of the Wolfpack were experimenting with their jetpacks. I overheard a plan to drop a trooper from cruising altitude and have the other men catch him on the way down. I told them that they wouldn't have to worry about the enemy if they tried it."

Shatter blew out a breath. "Your battalion is something else, Curl."

That was the general consensus, if the nods and grunts around the room were any sign.

"So? Am I forgiven, Limit?" Curl asked, his eyes dancing.

Limit clenched his jaw. "I just don't think there is any- any cause to threaten one of your own troopers. Their safety is your concern, and they get enough threats from outsiders."

Sprain looked curious. "And what do you do when one of your troopers refuses to consider his own safety?"

"I talk to him," Limit answered simply. "Last miss- mission, Lieutenant Galle tried to hide an injury from me. When I found out about it, I treated- treated him and we had a talk about the responsibility of command and the importance of being at your- at your best when the lives of your vode are at risk."

"How did he take that talk?" Kix asked. Galle was notoriously stubborn and took criticism extremely poorly.

"He cried and admitted that I was right."

Surprised laughter met that pronouncement.

"Psychological warfare is the worst kind," Ink told him. "I'd rather someone just shoot at me."

"You don't mean that," Curl said, though his voice made it a question.

Shatter raised his eyebrows. "Would you rather get shot at or have Limit tell you that your life choices were bad?"

With a long look in Limit's direction, Sprain shrugged. "I'd go under fire any day."

"And I sup-suppose you all just threaten your men?"

"Sometimes, you can bribe them instead," Curl countered, keeping a steady distance between Limit and himself.

Any attempt at coherent conversation disintegrated from there, as the medics fell into arguments about the best way to handle stubborn patients. Kix fought a grin as he listened to them all. With medics like these fighting for the Republic, the CIS didn't stand a chance.

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A/N - As a note, stims are canonically injected, but this is a theoretical powdered version. (Go with it.) I know some of you have told me your hopes for a happy ending for Kix. While I'm sure he continues to help where he can in his current timeline, the sequel era just doesn't inspire me enough to write a sequel-based happy ending for him. However, the idea of a medic group chat is one that has stuck with me throughout this series, and I wanted to include it in part here! You already know Curl, Shatter, and Sprain. Limit was introduced in the Bly chapter of Nobody Listens to Kix. Ink is new and got his name from his tattoos (not because of my username, I promise!). I hope it provided a lighthearted end to this particular fic.

Unfortunately, this is the last chapter of this story at this point. Unless I get some new ideas or surrender to my urge to write more about these OCs, this is the end of this particular story. If anyone has interest in a different work about several members of the Coruscant Guard, I have one I'm publishing as my new weekly-updated story (found on my masterlist). If not, no worries! It has been an absolute joy writing for you! Thank you, as always, for reading! Have a wonderful day!

[empiresmostwanted]

I see you're doing prompts/requests? Well since I was complaining about the lack of it the other day here's one for you: Cody and Ahsoka being siblings. Maybe playing a prank on Rex or Cody giving Ahsoka advice on being a Commander. I just think we really need more Cody and Ahsoka interaction.

Thank you so much @thisistheendtimes for the request, I really appreciate it – and I love this idea! I tried to include each element of your request without forcing it but it did turn out a little longer than expected haha. It was just so much fun to write! There definitely aren’t enough Ahsoka and Cody interactions in canon, so I hope you enjoy! (P.S. There is now a part two!)

Crossposted on AO3 | Words: 1.1k | Warnings: none

Commander To Commander

21BBY

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"Anakin and I should return in a rotation or two. Unfortunately, negotiations did not go as planned. We're trusting you both to begin the attack on the Separatist presence there on Katuu, before they try to eliminate the natives."

"You can count on us, General Kenobi," said Commander Cody, at parade rest by the holotable. "The Seppies won't stand a chance."

Ahsoka Tano, beside him, tried to emulate his more easy posture and relaxed expression, but she felt a spike of apprehension at the news from Obi-Wan and her master. She had never led so many men into such dangerous territory without Anakin to guide them, and she was reminded of the battle over Ryloth – which she would have rather forgotten.

"Snips, is everything all right?" Anakin asked. His hologram flickered, but Ahsoka saw the concern on his face, brows pulled in and gaze softened. She tried not to grimace as all eyes trained on her, and she cursed herself for remaining so quiet.

The people of Katuu were depending on the Republic to stand by them and push back the enemy. Ahsoka's guilt and her own doubts wouldn't serve the desert planet, and she didn't want to worry Anakin. So she said, "Yes, Master. Sorry, I've been thinking of strategies all day, and my mind drifted."

Anakin tilted his head, unconvinced.

"Well, then," said Obi-Wan, "keep us informed of your progress—"

"—and may the Force be with you both," Anakin finished, with a wink for Ahsoka.

And the holotable went dark.

"Are you sure everything's okay, Commander?" asked Cody before the silence could settle, his posture relaxing in the wake of the generals' transmission.

She couldn't meet his eyes. "Just a little nervous, I guess. I've never been given so much responsibility before."

"I understand," Cody replied, and he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I remember the first time I left Tipoca City. Let me tell you, commander to commander: I was so nervous I thought I was going to be sick. All my knowledge of the galaxy beyond Kamino came from the simulations. It didn't take me long to realise the real deal is very different. But one thing I learned is to trust in my training, my brothers, and my general. You've got me, and your men – including Rex – and your presence as a Jedi will be enough to boost morale. You forget how many times you've helped them already."

Ahsoka's eyes grew hot. For the longest time, she'd been under the impression the clone marshal commander wasn't particularly fond of her: falling headfirst into the position of  a CO as she had, by proxy of her Padawan status, and despite her complete lack of military training. She wouldn't blame him. This unexpected kindness brought a lump to her throat.

"Cody, thank you," she said, with only the suggestion of a sniffle. "How do you always stay so calm?"

He chuckled, and crossed his arms over his chest. "That's what I've got you believing, is it?"

"You're telling me you're nervous now, too?"

"Well, maybe a little," he admitted.

"But you always look so composed." Was he just humouring her?

"Sometimes it pays to have the best sabacc face in the GAR. And sometimes it's important to let off a little steam."

"How do you let off steam?" she asked, unable to picture the commander of the 7th Sky Corps dancing to the pulsing music in 79's, or kicking back with a cold glass of Calamari xinphar.

He smirked. "Seeing as you brought it up: watch and learn, kid."

Cody raised his wrist comm and spoke into the microphone. "Captain Rex. We're in need of your expert opinion, if you could meet us on the bridge."

The comlink crackled before Rex's voice came through the transmission. Of course, sir. I'll be right there.

"What are you up to?" Ahsoka asked, following Cody out of the communications room and onto the command bridge. It was quiet, the chatter subdued, with most of the crew sleeping through the night shift. They passed the few comms officers on duty and stepped up to the viewport, Katuu and its desert biome filling their view.

"Patience, Commander," Cody replied, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "You'll see."

Ahsoka smiled.

A moment later, Rex stepped through the hatch and walked towards them down the aisle, his white and blue helmet tucked under one arm.

"Commander Tano, Cody," he said upon reaching them. "What did you need me for?"

"Rex, ol' boy." Cody patted his brother on the back and motioned for him to join them at the viewport, passing him a pair of macrobinoculars. "See what you think."

"What am I looking for?"

"That's just it, we're not sure. Over there." And Cody waved his hand in the general direction of Katuu, then watched with something like restrained glee in his expression as Rex brought the scopes to his eyes. It was the most animated Ahsoka had ever seen him.

"I don't spot anything out of the ordinary, Cody," the captain confessed, zooming in, then back out again.

"A little more to your left, I'd say," Ahsoka chimed in, beginning to catch on.

"What are you two—" Rex let out a sigh, and lowered the scopes. Cody was already chuckling, his mouth hidden behind a gloved hand. "Really, Cody? Again?"

Ahsoka shifted to get a closer look at the captain, then burst out laughing when she saw the perfect black circles around his eyes, and the look of resignation on his face. She doubled over, clutching her stomach as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Well, I'm glad you two are having fun," said Rex, handing the scopes back to his brother. "But I've got to round up the troops. And Cody, you'd better not have used the permanent stuff this time, or I swear I'll find a way to put you on latrine duty."

Laughing harder than ever, Ahsoka managed to say, "C'mon, Rexter. Lenses would suit you!"

Rex shook his head. In a bid to maintain some of his dignity, he shoved his helmet back on his head and strode from the bridge. But before he did, Ahsoka would have sworn she saw a grudging smile on his lips.

As soon as Ahsoka was able to catch her breath, she said, "Poor Rex."

"Oh, I shouldn't worry about him. It definitely wasn't permanent this time. I'm fairly sure."

"So that's how you let off steam, is it?" she asked. "You prank your brothers."

"Works every time. But if Rex isn't around, a nice cup of tea goes a long way, too."

→ part ii

I hope you enjoyed! This was so much fun to write, but if you have any feedback at all, feel free to pop it in the comments or a private message. And if you have any more prompts/requests, my asks are open! 💜

[nuclear-satan]

Final Space Season 3 Episode 1 Review **SPOILER WARNING!!**

...And Into The Fire we go!

I really have wanted to do a Final Space review for a while, so now - I'm going to do it, fuck it. Starting a couple episodes late, but after [insert shenanigans] I needed to let it cool off before getting back into it.

One last warning: THESE ARE NOT SPOILER FREE REVIEWS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT SPOILED AND DO NOT WANT TO BE. THESE ARE GOING TO HAVE SOME SUMMARIZATION INVOLVED.

With the disclaimer out of the way, let's get into it.

So, first of all, I have to acknowledge that this cold open? Fucking toasty. The entire first five or six minutes of this episode is flat out amazing and some of the best that Final Space is. Really intense - I love the dramatic cold open to a space chase.

Also, however, brief, the Quinnary reunion was nice. Quinnary is a ship that I enjoy subjectively more than objectively, but considering it really hits now even if S1 had issues... I can look past it yo.

Invictus proves his power and intimidation incredibly well this episode, between the Gary Zombies and even this first incredibly terrifying matchup - even Mooncake, who in any other situation has been able to zap it away, couldn't touch it. Really setting the villain well.

Small thing I want to acknowledge because there was some discourse on it -- Sheryl saying "I'm his mother; where do you think he got it from?" Was really nice to me. Obviously not all is forgiven, nor should it be, but it's just a nice bit of character development.

Then, Ava gets Yeeted by Bolo and breaks.

I could have taken a better screencap probably, but I will not.

Anyways, considering the cast of characters was way too fucking big in S2, I'm not... particularly aggrieved by this, especially since I didn't really like AVA anyways, but it is pretty unfortunate that one of the only female characters just got the ax without basically any development other than the obligatory robot comphet stuff. Whatever, I think this is setting the stage for HUE AI, so I'll bite my tongue.

That said, the conversation that HUE and AVA had before she died? Sweet.

And then they're in Final Space. Goddamn, they really went the extra mile animating and illustrating this episode. Gotta acknowledge it.

Also, quick note: New OP is a banger.

...And this is when the review's going to start getting a bit more negative, because we jump straight into everyone's favorite trope: a time skip.

I. I really have issues with this timeskip. This episode was fucking ballistic in the pacing, and I really, really wish that I could have spent some more time within Final Space just trying to survive. I get it. It was a premiere, so you wanted to go all out, but... I really wish we could have savored it. There's just suddenly a timeskip! We don't get to see how they've been surviving. We don't get to see shit. Quinn just suddenly appears in a new outfit, and then we're off the races.

I dunno man, I really had issues with the pacing of this episode, and this is the backbone of it. It's okay to take a breather, even in your opening episode. You have to know when to take a breather. This episode sorely needed it, and it didn't get it.

Also, obligatory Danger Groins mention. Yeah, I know that's not what he says. It's what he says in my heart, tho.

From here, the Gary zombies show up, which are... admittedly intimidating.

They get attacked, and - okay, can we fucking mention the titan fights for a moment? No matter what happens this season, I'm here for this. This is Gurren Lagann levels of ridiculous, and I fucking love it. Smash that planet, yo.

lThey get separated, and Avocato and Gary have a bit unfitting but fucking hilarious moment that has to be acknowledged. This shit ain't straight, yo. There's no fucking way you tell me this shit is straight.

And... *sigh* I really have some goddamn issues with the next... I don't know, I wasn't watching, six minutes?

"There's no more grossout scenes," we were told. "Season 2 gross out is done. No more weird fetishes."

Okay.

Okay, sure.

I'm sparing you the images, because I don't want to post grossout on my blog, but... holy shit, Quatronostro's birth scene. First of all, which of the fuckers on the blog keeps putting their fetishes in this show? Clarence is gone, so you're making Mpreg Tribore (I realize Tribore is canonically genderfluid, but he's male presenting at the time of this birth... and at every time... I don't have faith in two cishet men to actually make good on that, sorry. I hope I'm wrong.) Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

The scene is gross, uncomfortable grossout. This isn't the 90s anymore!

Also, the other thing I have to acknowledge - that motherfucking robot. It's season 3 - haven't we moved past the screaming = funny leftover humor from Olan's YouTube days? Clearly fucking not.

Also, Ash did a really out of character thing this episode by shooting the robot. I... what is Ash's character, exactly? Ash is an inconsistent enigma. Someone define that poor girl's character, already.

After that... mess.... though, we do end up with a very solid ending. Bolo headbutts the planet, Quinn and Gary get swept up in the blast, and we end up with a very beautiful but quick scene of Gary and Quinn embracing one last time - it's very reminiscent of chapter 9, and I did thoroughly enjoy it.

iAlso, the shot of Mooncake saying "Gar" while looking for Gary, presuming he's dead? Oh, that just hurts.

And then we end with HUE saying, "We are alone, Gary." Honestly, genuinely was a little disappointed to find it wasn't just HUE and Gary. I thought this line was going to come later in the season, and it was just going to be HUE and Gary in a callback from season one. It wasn't, and I'm genuinely very disappointed as someone who's favorite dynamic in the entire show is S1 HUE and Gary. Of course, as a result, I'm not unbiased, and... well, I do stan Quinn too.

And goddamn, look at the Earth. She got fucked uuuuuup. I think I remember hearing next episode that there's only one survivor left, which I do NOT buy as a concept, but it's very cool to see a show that does not shy away from full apocalypse scale destruction of the earth. It like, never happens, so it's a nice subversion. Get fucked, earth.

Overall Thoughts:

This episode is the definition of a mixed bag. The beginning is fantastic and the ending is solid (even if personally disappointing), but the middle is genuinely kind of bad. The pacing is rough, there's season 2 tier grossout that I did NOT need to see, and that robot deserved a punt in the face.

The animation is fantastic though. Everyone point and stare at the animation.

I still think the good outweighed the bad, though - if only because of my personal attachment to the characters. I think this was a decent episode - probably on par with the other openers... actually, I don't know.

My disappointment with this episode was more than with the Toro Regatta, but that was more due to my own expectations and thus not fair to rank it that way. I don't know - all the first episodes of the seasons are meh at best, and this unfortunately due to the lackluster middle fit that mold as well.

If you asked me to give it a ranking, I'd probably say if we assume a 5 out of 10 is average, I'd give it a 6. Decent, fantastic when it's good, but the entire middle section really brought me out of it and because of that I can't give it anything more than that.

I've heard episodes two and three are good, though - excited to see the Ventrexian for myself after all the fuss, so let's see how it holds up!

I'm scared for Biskit tho.

[hyperfixatingmenever]

Steam

Steam | One-Shot | 2.8K | General

Title: Steam

Fandom: The Mandolorian  

Pairing: Din Djarin/ Reader

Rating: General 

Word Count: 2.8K 

Summary: The kid (and eventually Mando) get sick and you've got to get creative.

Cross posted from Ao3 here

A/N: This is just some teeth rotting fluff that came to me at 2am. Enjoy! Also can’t forget to thank @soyelfuegoquearde for keeping my head on straight and beta reading for me! Bless you! 

You wake up with sleep still in your eyes to heavy breathing and small coughs coming from the kid’s silver sphere. Sitting up from your make-shift bed on the floor, you open the kid’s sphere to find him still asleep but fussing. He had picked something up a couple of days ago, and you were starting to get worried but not as worried as his dad. Mando would pace in the belly of the razor crest as you slowly rocked a fussing kid.

 "Have you tried tea?"

 "Yep."

 "Broth?"

 "Yep."

 "Medicine?"

 "Yep."

 Still pacing, you can hear soft mumbling coming from his voice modulator.

 "He could get worse... he needs a healer... but someone might tell... it could get back to... he wouldn't be safe... he needs to be safe... needs to be okay." 

 This was the first time you had ever seen Mando --- Panicked? You reach out and grab his forearm with your freehand, stopping him mid-stride.

 "Mando, he'll be fine. Kids get sick, it happens, but he'll get better. Look how strong he is," You finish saying as you boop his tiny green nose. 

 You say this to reassure him, but deep down, to reassure yourself too. You know how strong the kid is, but he was still so small. 

 Over the course of a couple of days, you had tried everything, but nothing seemed to work. He was still coughing, his nose was plugged, and when you put your ear to his tiny chest you could hear it rattle. On the fifth day of this nonsense, you had almost had enough. The kid was sick and grumpy because he couldn't sleep; you obviously didn't blame the kid. You just wished you could make him feel better. But if taking care of one person wasn't hard enough, you suddenly had to take care of two. Mando was worried and grumpy; he hadn't slept much either and was barely eating; all of his energy was focused on the kid. You practically had to push him off the Razor Crest this morning to catch his bounty.

 "But the kid!"

 "But the kid, nothing. You've spent two days just staring at him. He’s going to be fine!"

 "But what if he gets worse?"

 "We've got coms. I'll call you." 

 He turns around and looks you in your eyes (you assume). 

 "I can't go. My head’s not in it." 

 You cross your arms, unwavering in your stance.

 "It's a dumb, rich teenager who skipped bail. You could do this with your eyes closed."

 His head falls. No one speaks, but his thoughts are loud enough you can hear. You place a hand on the cold beskar of his helmet, the heat of your hand almost penetrating through the metal to cup his cheek.

 "He will be okay. I'll take good care of him." 

 Mando lifts his head, knowing that you'd do anything for that little womp rat. 

 "What if I tell you I'll give you updates every couple of hours?" 

 "Every 30 minutes." 

 "Every hour."

 "Deal" 

 His shoulders are still weighed by his paternal concern but with the assurance that his son is safe in your care, he turns away from the Crest and heads off to find his bounty. 

 A couple of hours passed since Mando went on his hunt; you had fed and given the kid some medicine as well as done your promised check-ins. As you sit down on the floor, leaning against the wall of the razor crest, still slowly rocking the kid, you start to hum a song your mom used to sing to you when you were sick as a kid. Continuing to softly hum, your eyes suddenly burst open with a memory from when you were younger. 

Quickly you move the kid from your arms into his sphere to change into a pair of shorts and take off your shirt with your breasts still wrapped underneath. With the kid now back in your arms you head to the fresher. As a kid, your mom would turn the shower to the hottest setting and would hold you while sitting on the floor, enveloped by the steam and wait for it to loosen everything in your chest. And you had the exact same plan for the kid. 

 Slowly the small fresher started to fill with warm steam, continuing to rock the kid who, honestly, hadn't left your arms much in the last five days. You feel him begin to settle and take normal breaths. You feel Incredibly relieved; all you wanted in the world right now was for this little one to get better. Finally feeling some peace, you leaned your head back and let the darkness envelop you. 

 You couldn't remember the last time you slept longer than 15 minutes. If somehow the kid was quiet and not struggling, you'd panic and wake up to check on him. But right now, you feel something cool radiating beside you and soft caresses on your face.

 "Cyare" 

 Your eyes flutter open, the lights in the fresher are suddenly very bright, but your eyes start to focus on the beskar covered man squatting beside you. 

 "Mando," you say very groggily. 

 Still lightly caressing your face, Mando explains "You missed the last check-in. I was getting worried." 

 This makes your eyes open completely. "Oh my God, Mando! I'm so sorry, we were in here, and he was feeling better, and we both fell asle-" 

 Mando cuts off your babbling. "It's fine, I was already on my way back, I was just worried-" glancing at his son sleeping soundly in your arms "about the both of you." 

 You can feel the heat start to rise in your cheeks, hoping it can be explained away with the heat still captured in the tiny room, you look away. 

 "He's doing a lot better," You say, still not looking up at Mando. 

 "That's good." 

 Mando reaches down and caresses his son’s small cheek. Small cooing noises come out of his tiny lips, and he further snuggles into your chest. This makes you look up to Mando with a smile. He’s already looking back at you. 

 Mando breaks the stare "Here, let me take him, you..." gesturing to your body, which you realize is more uncovered than your employer had ever seen from you before. Instinctively you pull the child and your knees closer to your chest, unsure what you’re specifically trying to hide. "You... um... go to bed, you haven't slept since he got sick, and you’re exhausted from taking care ---" 

 Of the kid, you thought.

 "Of the both of us." 

 Oh.

 You try and put up a bit of a fight. "No, I'm feeling better; I swear, you just got back from a hunt anyways." 

 "No, get some sleep. Let me take care of both of you... please" 

 That please melts your heart, he could have asked for anything and ended it with that please, and you would have given it to him, happily. Looking at the child once more, softly stroking one of his enormous ears, you hand him over to his dad. Even asleep, the little one knows what his father’s armour feels like and cuddles in closer. Mando stands up and reaches his free arm down to help you up; you take it happily. 

 As you stand in front of Mando, a yawn builds inside your chest, you try to cover it, but Mando cocks his head to the side, giving you a knowing look. You admit defeat with your hands and head over to the pile of blankets on the floor you call your bed. You pull a ratty old shirt that Mando had given you. 

 "I don't wear it anymore; you can have it." 

 Even though you washed it many times before, it still had his lingering smell; you tended to wear it to bed; it made you feel... safe. Before you finish reorganizing your nest of blankets, Mando speaks up.

 "Take my bed. You deserve a better sleep than one on the floor." 

 Before you can protest, Mando cuts you off again.

 "I won't be sleeping any time soon. He needs to eat and... I miss him" 

 Mando's occasional domesticity made you warm and slightly lightheaded. You’re not going to argue with a father about his kid, and he's right; you are exhausted. So without any further argument, you walk over, kiss the kid on the head, wish Mando goodnight and crawl into his bed. 

 Unsure with how much exact time had passed, but you know it had to have been many hours. Your body is heavy as you wake up, you could feel the lines of the pillowcase indented in your skin. You rub your face, hoping to get some circulation back. As you slowly crawl out of Mando's bed, you hear, singing? It is very soft and as you look around you find it’s coming from the fresher. 

 Nuhoy Verd'ika 

Te me'suum'ika laam

Te Ka'ra dral

ca'nara gar vercopa 

 Hearing Mando’s deep voice sing this soft lullaby makes your heart soar. You tip-toe to the fresher door and open it just a smidge. Steam starts to escape; the kid must have started getting stuffy again. You see Mando curled over and rocking what you assume to be the kid, in pants but no shirt. Your eyes wander over his broad shoulders and back. He has many scars and some bruises. You imagine his body is littered with them... just begging to be kissed, but as your eyes wander up, you see hair. Beautiful brown messy locks but hair, Mando has his helmet off. 

 Nuhoy Verd'ika

Gar liser geroya nakar'tuur

akaanir nakar'tuur

parjir nakar'tuur 

 You panic and close the door. With your back pressed against the wall, your brain tries to comprehend what you saw. Mando couldn't have seen you, but if he did, you'd swear you hadn't seen anything. Well, you hadn't seen his face, so that wouldn't be a lie ...right? You would never want to be the reason Mando broke his creed. Sure, you always kind of wondered what your employer looked like, but his creed was much more important than your curiosity. 

 Nuhoy Verd'ika

gar aliit kar'taylir darasuum gar

Meh val chaaj'yc be'chaaj

kar'taylir darasuum kar'tayl nayc chaaj

Nuhoy Verd'ika

parjai shi olaror Verd'ika meg Nuhoy 

 As you hear a long pause, you think the song must be done, you realize you can't be found right outside the fresher, so you quietly bound over to your bed and start folding blankets, trying to look busy. Seconds later, Mando comes out still shirtless but with his helmet on. Thank Maker. Steam billowed out behind him like he was in one of your trashy holo-novels. 

 "Oh, you're up. How’d you sleep?" 

 "Good... really good." 

 Trying not to look at his chest, which you definitely fail at, and like you, he realizes how bare he is and instinctively pulls the child closer.

 "Um, can you take him so I, um, can get dressed?" 

 "Yes! Absolutely!" Reaching your arms out. You do a little dance with Mando as he hands you the kid and tries to get past you to get his clothes, but you both are obviously flustered. Finally, Mando gets past you; you keep your back to him to give him some sort of privacy. 

 "He's feeling a lot better." 

 "Oh, thank Maker," you say as you rock the finally peaceful child. 

 "The steam. It really helped." 

 "Good, my mother used to do it with me when I was little, and we were running out of options," you say with a chuckle.

 More quietly than before, "I don’t know what I'd do without you." 

 Your heart and stomach flutter, but with it sounding like it escaped Mando's internal monologue, you decide not to react. 

 -----

 Days later, the kid got better like you knew he would, but man, you are happy for Mandos sake. What you weren't expecting was for poor indestructible Mando to catch it from the kid. 

 "Why aren't you sick?" 

 "I guess I'm just stronger," giving him a quick wink.

 Over the course of a week, just like with the kid, you had to nurse Mando back to health. A week of forcing him to drink broth and tea and take his medicine, but just like with the kid, nothing seemed to help other than steam. 

 The first night Mando tried to do it alone, but he ended up passing out. So the next night you both got dressed in your lightest clothes, Mando, with his helmet still on he would lean against you, and you would shut off the lights. Anticipating the whooshing noise from Mandos helmet as he takes it off. The next five days, you both would spend a couple of hours sitting in the hot steam as he leaned against you and slept. 

 Your relationship began to slowly change. There were nights where you would sit in the cockpit and watch the stars go by telling stories. Sure you did most of the talking, but you could always tell Mando was listening, even with his helmet. 

 As you got more familiar it felt like Mando was always touching you. His hands, his body, constantly brushing up against you. When he reached for something, to get past you, just having a hand on you when you were in public. It felt like every chance he got he needed to be touching you. Slowly you started to get addicted to his small touches. You had no complaints you relished in the feeling of his gloves gliding across your body. Closing your eyes and enjoying the soft leather pads of his fingers or the cold beskar that covered his body. 

 Things dramatically changed between you two when Cobb offered you a job at the school. 

 “Come on Mando, don’t you think she’d make a great teacher for the little ones?” 

 “That’s not what I’m saying-”

 “So, are you not giving her a recommendation?” Cobb elbows Mando teasingly.

 “No, I-” 

 “Well, I haven’t said yes, but thank you for the offer Cobb, I’ll tell you my decision tomorrow.”  

On your way back to the crest, Mando was quiet. Mando was always quiet, but this silence felt heavy. When you finally enter the Crest you've had enough. 

 “What’s wrong, Mando” catching his arm, making him turn around. His head was pointed at the ground.

 “Are you going to leave?”

 “What?”

 “Are you going to leave? Leave the kid. Leave me.”

 “Well, I-”

 “Please don’t go.”  

 You place your hand on the side of his helmet. “I wasn’t going to leave. I care about the kid, you, too much. You guys… you guys are my family.” 

 There’s a long pause as your foreheads touch.

 “Do you trust me?”

 You only respond with a nod.

 “Close your eyes...please.”

 That please. You’d do anything for that please. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut.

You hear the recognizable whooshing of Mando taking off his helmet. It hits and rattles against the floor of the Crest. 

 You feel his soft breath before anything, his facial hair tickles your top lip, and his chapped lips press against your own. He starts to pull away, but you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It's an innocent kiss but as if Mando can feel the fire in your belly begin to grow he licks your bottom lip begging for entrance. Your mouths and tongues explore each other, but you both eventually pull away breathless. 

 “Wow, Mando, that was… wow.”

 “Din”

 “What?”

 “My names Din” 

 -----

 Now weeks after that Din and you had fallen into a pattern of domesticity. Intentional touches as you passed each other, sleeping together in his bed, even showering together in the dark. You couldn't be happier. 

 You were currently sitting on the ramp of the Crest watching the kid chase a butterfly around. Every time the kid got close, you’d clap and encourage him (but you also hoped it would scare the butterfly). Secretly you cheered on the butterfly, knowing the kid probably wanted to eat it.  

 “Hello, Cyare” Din says as he sits behind you and wraps his arms around your torso.

 “Hello Mando,” Remembering only to say his name in private.

 He rests his chin on your shoulder. Both of you sitting in the comfortable silence watching the little one run around. Your thoughts begin to wander.

 “You called me that when the kid was sick; what does it mean?” 

 “Beloved”

 “Beloved?” 

 “Yes, beloved.”

 “But you said that before we were…”

 “Together? Yes. You and that little one-” pointing his gloved hand at the kid who doesn't seem to be getting tired of this butterfly. “-Are my aliit. My Family. I will always protect you. This is the way.”

 Leaning back you cuddle into his shoulder, and his arms softly tighten around you. You look at the kid and feel Dins heartbeat against you, and you know you're safe. “This is the way.”

 -----

Translation For The Song.

Sleep little warrior

The moon is up

The stars are bright

It's time for you to dream 

 Sleep little warrior

You can play tomorrow 

Fight tomorrow 

Win tomorrow 

 Sleep, little warrior

Your family loves you

Even if they’re far away 

Because love knows no distance 

 So sleep, little warrior

Because victory only comes to little warrior who sleep

[baybee45]

Oblivious

A/N: Commander Cody!Medic/clueless reader

Semi based on real life mostly the the parts of being oblivious and wanting to drop kick people. Hope you enjoy.

Warning: Hopefully a bit of an emotionally roller coaster. It’s pretty fluffy y’all.

“Hey” you look up from your paperwork, giving your Commander a nod of acknowledgement. “Would you be interested in going to 79’s? Uhh...Some of the boys and I were going to hangout there.”

“Tonight?” you asked absentmindedly, still thumbing your way through the medical records.

“Uh, yes” he stuttered, swallowing hard to try and clear his throat. You put down your paperwork and notice that he is a bit unsteady on his feet. Without thinking you reach your hand out to check his temperature.

“Are you feeling alright?” Leaning into your touch he replies only with a tittering laugh and his small but warm smile. “Usually I’m the one forcing you to take a break.” You joked, he didn’t appear to have a fever. Giving your Commander a big grin, “Yes, that sounds wonderful.”

Back at your small apartment you’re running a bit behind, mostly due to the fact that you have nothing to wear. Well not exactly nothing, you had your civvie clothes but the boys only have military fatigues and you don’t feel like standing out. So your problem was this; the only clean uniform you had left since your return from the front, was your skirt ensemble and you hadn’t seen that since you were first accepted into the GAR.

“If only I had a bit more of a warning about this outing. My pants would have been pressed and ready to go.” You moaned digging your way to the back of your closet. Finally locating the skirt, you just needed to find some decent shoes. You settled on your go-to matte black pumps, they weren’t too high but high enough to add a nice touch to the outfit. You rush down to street level hailing an Air Taxi, hoping the boys won’t be to far ahead of you.

Finally reaching 79’s you enter the bar, the smell of a good night and rough morning hits you hard. Scanning through the familiar faces of the crowd, you eventually see Waxer waving frantically to get your attention. Cody smiles and gives you a small wave as well and you return the gesture and make your way to their booth. The booth had enough room for the six us but the boys seemed to be squished together at the one end. Leaving a wide opening at the other end next to the Commander.

“Sorry I’m late.” You apologize as you sit down. Everyone appears to simultaneously exhale, spreading out a bit after you take your place next to him. Grinning, he pushes a bright blue beverage with an assortment of fruit on its rim towards you.

“I took the liberty to order you a drink.” Humming in appreciation you take a sip and nod your head in approval.

“You look...pretty tonight.” Commented Boil. “Don’t say it like that! Makes it sound like she never looks pretty.” Elbowed Waxer. You let out a small laugh.

“Your the best Waxer always looking out for me, but its been, what, like six month now? I think I have been around Boil long enough now, to understand what he trying to say, most of the time that is.” You said giving the group a knowing look.

“See!” You heard Boil mumble to his brother, who shook his head. “She’s just being nice.”

“So what were you guys talking about before I came?” The feeling at the table changes drastically. Boil nervously shifts in his spot, Wooley is looking at a very interesting speck on the table, Waxer and Longshot are wide eyeing their Commander. You’d have thought you just asked the boys to shoot their Jedi General with the uneasy glances they were covertly giving you.

“We were just taking about the Ryloth campaign.” Cody remarked like nothing was amiss.

“Ah,” that was a couple month before you joined the GAR you thought. “Well don’t stop on my account, I always love to hear about your adventures.”

Cody grins like a proud ori’vod at his brothers retelling of the Campaign, making only a few correction here and there. Then somewhere between Waxer and Boil finding young Twi’lek girl named Numa and them almost being devoured by some Gutkurrs, the Commanders hand grazes your leg. Your eyes quickly dart down at the sensation. Warm tendrils spread throughout your body. Whidding through you and unearthing a thought, a feeling, you had long ago buried. You quickly push it out, like the unrequited and unwelcome visitor that it is. The boys have always been touch starved and with the added catalyst of alcohol, this wasn't something to be unexpected, just a bit unusual.

This accidentally graze turns into mindless tapping, a slight tick that you had never notice him have before. Eventually his hand is spread wide over your knee, his palm lazily raising and falling to the beat of the story, until it wasn’t. His hand lays idly across your leg, encasing your knee. An overwhelming feeling is starting to seep through, beginning to cloud your judgment.

You wanted to drop-kick the man. Even after all these years, your knee is still uncomfortable sensitive to touch after your surgery. Of course he didn’t know that, so you tried to change the position of his hand ever so slightly. He looks to his other side giving your leg a light squeeze, you wonder just how long they waited for your arrival and how many drinks they downed beforehand for him to be so ‘touchy’. He didn’t look inebriated but you also knew most of the men could hold their alcohol well. It’s not like you minded, just was wondering.

With an amused grin still on his face, Cody endeavours to referee the petty argument that has erupted between Boil and Wooley as of who was closer to being devoured by a Gutkurr.

“I felt the breathe of the kriffin’ beast on the back of my neck before I was able to narrowly escape, jumpin’ down the hidden passageway!”

“Yeah well, I had the things jaw inches away from me, so close that its breath fogged up my visor!”

“You both looked death in the face and survived , its not something new for us clones.” Interceded Cody.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m happy that the Gutkurrs didn’t eat you... Wooley.” you teased, sticking your tongue out at Boil as you reached across the table to give Wooley a comforting pat on the hand.

“Yeah well, Wooley would have probably given the poor Gutkurrs an awful hairball.” Retorted Boil with mischievous smirk.

“Hay!”

You start sliding out of the booth and feel the Commanders touch tighten ever so slightly around your leg. “Everyone down for another round?" With your question his hold releases. You blame tingling sensation coursing through you, on your emptied drink already taking affect.

"Do you need some assistance?" 

"No, no Commander you can relax, I got th—" your voice raises an octave as your foot catches something, for a brief moment wondering if you’ve really only had one drink. Luckily Cody was near enough to catch your flailing hand. 

"You sure?" he teased, his touch lingering a moment longer then necessary.

"Yes, I was just testing your reaction time, above average sir." You laughed, trying to gain some composer over your mounting embarrassment. "No worries men, your drinks will be safe in these hands." 

    Dusting the embarrassment off your skirt you embark on your mission, weaving your way through the crowd and making it to the bar in one piece. Placing your order, you decide to reorder that blue concoction the Commander got you. He knew you had a sweet tooth but also like a good tartness to balance things out and you honestly couldn't have chosen a more perfect drink. Sometimes it felt like he knew you better then you did yourself.

“But thats his job isn't? Being Marshall Commander he needs to know his troops.” You speciously reasoned to yourself waiting for your order.

******

“It looks like its going well Commander.” Commented Wooley from across the table. Cody doesn’t respond, his eyes still haven’t left you. Admiring you from a far as you place the order at the bar. He inhales deeply. Reminiscing all the little moments he has shared with you so far.

“What do ya think?” Questioned Longshot. “Like how do you think everything is going so far?” Cody turns his attention back to his brothers, mulling over the question for a moment.

“Good, I think... I mean we haven't really talked much. Just taking things slow...nothing too upfront and obvious. I'm being subtle but she seems very... reseptive...”

“Wow! You’re really struggling.” Wooley states. “Yeah I’ve never seen the Commander so unsure of himself.” Boil pipes in with a wide grin.

They all laugh at their ori’vod and Waxers gives him a a light punch in the shoulder. Cody gives a Commanders’ glare and they immediately stiffen, remembering he has the power to assign them to polish astromech units for the next week in retaliation. Cutting the silence Boil wonders out loud

“Does she know that this is a date? Or does she just think we are all hanging out?” Cody doesn't have time to respond as you make your way back to the table drinks in hand.

******

Taking a few sips of your drink you maneuver through the crowd with relative ease. Making it safely back to your booth, you place the drinks on the table.

“See boys! Safe in these hands.” you giggled with one hand on your hip and the other doing a ‘jazz hand’. The Commander chuckles and gives you smile could light up the whole of Coruscant. You loved h—....You liked seeing him smile and happy like this.

“ I always feel—“ Codys’ remark is cut short when you feel a light tap of a gloved finger on your shoulder. “Kix!” you squeal jumping into the troopers arms, he lifts you off the ground slightly swinging you back and forth. “How are you?” 

“I’m doing great!”

“Do you wanna dance?” 

“Uh, yes of course.” Not that it would have mattered what you said. Kix barely gives you enough time to respond before he is pulling you away.

"I guess that answers my question." You caught Boil saying as Kix guides you towards the dance floor.

Swaying distractedly to the music you and Kix play catch up. You wished the hands of time didn’t move so fast. You remember like it was yesterday when you first got accepted and placed on field assignment as a medic, Kix was your mentor. He taught you the difference between hypothetical situation and reality. That what the books taught and what happened in the real world didn't always line up. He was your first and oldest friend in the GAR.

*******

“It's okay Commander...” Waxer let his sentence trail off. Their Commander wasn't saying anything but everything about him said he wasn’t okay.

Cody was lost in his thoughts, replaying the night. Going through and analyzing each moment. Trying to figure out what went wrong. When it went wrong. How he didn’t see this coming. He thought it was going so well. You letting him place a hand on your knee, and then you moved it to rest on your thigh. He replayed the scene again in his head.

You moved it.

“I had to look away so you wouldn't notice me blush.” He thought. “And then that damn skirt, like you didn't know how it was hugging your curves. Isn’t that why you didn't want my help to get the drinks? It was an invitation to watch you. Oh men, did I watch...You were flirting with me weren’t you?” He wonders silently. The Commander looks back to you and notices the blue marking on the troopers armor. This meant that what’s his name.

“Kix!” he practically snarls under his breathe, is part of the 501st. Cody makes a mental note of this. He was going to talk to Rex later about this trooper.

“You know sir, if you want her you have to fight for her." Pointed out Boil “But not really ‘fight, fight’. More Like ask her to dance kind of fight is what Boil is trying to say.” Clarified Waxer.

“Like you’ve said before sir, ‘there is always a way.’” Wooley said giving his Commander a half smile for encouragement and the other all nod their head in agreement. 

Cody balls his hands into a fist and releases them several times. Almost like he is trying to pump the blood for his dying heart. He gulps back his second drink of the night to steady his nerves and finally stands, taking a few tentative steps forward. You had never looked more beautiful. Never looked so happy. Never looked at him like that. He hears you laugh at something the trooper is saying. It cuts through his chest like a blaster bolt.

*******

“Awww Kix! I’m so happy for you, she sounds very nice. You better introduction me to her.” 

“I will, I will.” he promises. You give his neck a loving but firm squeeze to make it clear “I’d prefer sooner rather then later.”

“I will I said! Just gotta make sure she knows she my girlfriend first.”

You laugh and shake your head grinning . Such confident men on a battlefield but most are lost puppies when it comes to human interaction that’s not their brothers. You guess it's a by product of how they have been raised on Kamino.

“It's so good to see you again.” You smile, bringing your focusing back to your friend.

“It is good to see you again, even though I feel like I'm about to get beat up.” 

You scrunch your eyebrows at him and look to your sides. Kix spins you so your facing towards your booth. Your confusion growing more and more. You don't see anything off. No one in particular itching for a fight. The only thing you notice is Cody returning to his seat.

“What are you talking about? Who’s going to beat you up?” You asked puzzled. He ignores your question, opting instead to quickly twirl and then dip you in one fluid motion as the song ends. You give Kix a ‘I’m going see you again soon’ hug and head back to your boys.

“The guys at the 501st miss you, don't be a stranger.” You turn around to face Kix again. “I’d prefer sooner rather then later.” He quips. Half rolling your eyes at him you mouth ‘I promise’. You did miss the boys at the 501st. They definitely kept you on your toes but you enjoy the relative peace and calm of the 212th. They feel like a home away from home.

******

You sense a change as you sit back down. Not sure what it is but definitely a tension in the group now. You assume Boil made and ill advised joke at the expense of one of his brothers. Distracting yourself, you bob your head to the music finishing the last of your cocktail.

“I forgot how much I like to dance.” You said trying fill the quiet that has engulfed the group. “Kix is such a sweetheart. He helped shape me into the medic that I am... And now he has a girlfriend! Hmmm, time is one of those things that never slows down, not stoping for anything.”

“He has a girlfriend?” questions Boil, thankfully stopping you from rambling on any further. All the others were equally interested in this tidbit of gossip, all except the Commander, who seems worn out from his day, with his head slightly bowed and his eyes closed.

“Yeah and she sounds like a sweetheart, I told him that he better introduces me to her soon.”

“Would you like to dance?” Muttered the Commander, his question rushing out like one long word.

“Yeah, it’s a lot of fun.” you replied catching only the tail end of what he said, completely oblivious to his request.

Waxer nudges his ori’vod softly and he takes a deep breathe to musters up his confidence once more. “Will you dance with me?”

“Yes.” You softly answer without hesitation. Placing his hand on the small of your back he leads you to the dance floor. He tentatively wraps his arm around your waist bringing you in close and as if on cue the music slows and the room seemingly quiets. You look up to meet his gaze. He gives you his small, warm smile, a smile you had seen hundreds of time before. But now? Now it has a hidden meaning. Like secret code that only you have, always had, the key to. Delicately he moves you to the music, holding your hand over his rapidly beating heart.

Your own heart in sync with his.

The feelings you had tried to keep at bay, rush through you with every heighten pump of your heart. Breaking through the barriers you had built like torrent flood waters. Every reason why this can’t work and each regulation you’ve reread is drowned out. This emotion, one that you would not yet dare put a name to, washes over you in pure and beautifully simple waves.

You two are alone in the crowded bar, safely hidden in the privacy of each other eyes. Overcome you kiss Cody. You kiss him and he reciprocates the gesture, tenderly cupping your face deepening the kiss. You are oblivious to four overly enthusiastic troopers cheering in a booth. Oblivious to a 501st medic wondering were his introduction was. You are oblivious to everyone and everything but the man in front of you.

And for a few perfect moments time standstill.

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Jason liking his crush a little too much

Part 2

Requests: Yes or No

Robin! Jason Todd

Jason wasn't gonna give up

He tried to impress you at every chance he got

You simply nodded and focused your attention back to the task

It hurt

And made him angry

Why couldn't you accept that he was the one for you??

He was able to get you alone one day

Jason sat down across from you

"Do you need something?" You asked, a bit coldly. Jason frowned.

"Why are you avoiding me? Is it because you're finally realizing we're meant to be?" He asked. You blinked, looking at him.

"What?"

Jason stood, walking over to you and sitting beside you. You tried to make space but Jason grabbed your wrist. Tightly.

"I just wanna be with you." He said, staring at you with saddness in his eyes.

"Jay, we're not-"

"I'll stop when you agree to date me." You pressed your lips into a thin line. Gar was petrified of Jason and rest of the team was weary of him.

"Fine." Jason's eyes lit up and he tried to kiss you but you turned your head away.

"Playing hard to get again?" Jason laughed, resting his head on your shoulder as he stared up at you with a lovey dovey look in his eyes.

When the team got back, Gar gave you the most 'I'm so sorry' look ever as Jason cuddled up to you and cooed that you two were a couple

He glared at Rachel when she said it didn't make sense

You were incredibly uncomfortable with Jay hanging around you 24/7

He was always at your side

You felt suffocated

Finally, when Kory convinced Jay of going with her somewhere, you spoke with Dick

"Why didn't you come to me sooner?" He asked, placing a hand on your arm.

"I.. I didn't want anyone getting hurt and.. He's your little brother." You said, shoulders slumping. Dick frowned, pulling you into a hug.

"The hell's going on here?" You jumped away from Dick, looking at Jason but his anger was only directed at his brother

"Jay-" You quickly approached him.

"Calm down-"

"You're living in a fairy tail, Jason." Dick said. Jay moved you to the side and walked up to his brother.

"(Y/N) doesn't even love you." That was Jason trigger.

He lunged at his brother and a fight between them quickly ensued.

Dick was more experienced, older, and stronger but Jason's attacks were driven by pure hate and anger

You could only watch

No point in breaking them up

"What the hell is going on?" Kory asked as Hank rushed in and pulled them apart.

"Calm the fuck down!"

"Don't ever touch my girl/boy ever again." Jason sneered, walking away. You swallowed when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room.

"Fuck, Jason!" You pulled your wrist back, hissing and looking at the forming bruise.

"I'm gonna kill him.." Jason said quietly, wiping blood away from his nose. You almost shivered at his tone.

You were genuinely fearful for Dick's life

Red Hood! Jason Todd

Btw the reason I'm using fanart instead of gifs is because there's literally no gifs of Red Hood

You stared at the spot where your fiance/fiancee once sat

Jason had shot them and then dragged their body out

You weren't gonna let him break you or make you love him

No matter what he did

No matter how many times he kissed you and tried to get you to kiss him back

No matter how many times he hugged and spooned you during the night

Or when he spoonfed you

And called you pet names

You weren't gonna give in

Jason forced you to drink the water, one hand on your cheek as his fingers massaged the back of your neck. You didn't look at him which made him huff.

"Babe.." He whined, putting the cup on the nightstand and leaning over. He kissed you but you pressed your lips into a thin line.

Jason grunted, annoyed but he didn't do anything to you.

He stood, grabbing his mask and helmet. Jason put them on and climbed out the window.

"I'll be back soon, I love you." He said before leaving. You waiting a few minutes before sitting up and looking at the cup. Glass. Good.

You moved your body a bit and grabbed the cup with your feet, bringing it over to you. It was risky but you wanted to get out.

Picking up the glass with your teeth, you were able to grab it with your hands and smash it against the wall until you had a shard. You tossed the shard to the side on the pillow before working on getting free.

You can decide on that. Whether you slipped your hands out or used a bobby pin

Once you were out of your handcuffs, you grabbed the shard and looked at your arm. Jason had planted a tracking device on you the night after he had taken you

You cut the tracking device out, wincing and whimpering. You ripped some of the covers, making a makeshift bandage to wrap around your arm and stop/soak up the blood. You left through the window, putting as much distance between you and the apartment

Somehow, undetected, you reached your cousins hideout

You knew Selina would help you

[koyacyi-vode]

I'd like to start off by saying I'm sorry. But I have an uncontrollable impulse to be a bastard™️ whenever possible.

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Headcanon A - realistic:

Dogma does not get along with ARC troopers. Well, he tolerated Echo. But he found the way that ARCs are reckless and independent thinkers to the point of disregarding certain regulations to be negative qualities in a trooper. In fact, if he were recommended for ARC training he most likely would have declined. 

Despite Dogma's dislike of ARCs, they actually rather like him for the most part. Because Dogma is a good, pure soldier and has strong convictions and is not afraid of calling out people (with respect to the chain of command). He is a trooper that cares deeply for his brothers and the Republic, he cites regulations and obeys orders because that is what is supposed to keep them all alive. 

Headcanon B - while it may not be realistic it is hilarious:

Dogma once got so mad at something Fives did that he legitimately passed out. One minute he's red in the face and about to absolutely throw down and the next moment he's flat on the ground completely unconscious with a broken nose. Fives panics and picks him up and rushes him to the medbay. Dogma refuses to talk about it. 

Headcanon C - heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends:

You guys are going to HATE me for this one. But Dogma never sees the 501st again after he is court-martialed following his murder of Krell. Rex goes to his trial and tries to rally for a lighter sentence but regardless of the fact that Krell was a traitor ('circumstantial, anecdotal evidence' the judge would say. the 501st were the only witnesses. there was no hard evidence that Krell betrayed the Republic. only Dogma's blaster bolt through the Besalisk's heart.) But Dogma did kill a General, and that couldn't go unpunished. Rex hugs Dogma one last time before they never see each other again.

But wait, there's more! So I can't imagine that the GAR would want to lock up a perfectly useful clone trooper, that's just a poor investment. What is it that one of Glitch's squadmates said? Even a faulty weapon has its uses in war? 

So this is something I saw in a post a while ago but I am fascinated by, but the GAR sends insubordinate troopers to a penal battalion. Usually run by natborn officers who don't care to get to know their troopers. The commanders of these battalions could be leaders of the Republic military before the war transitioned it to the GAR, and many would likely be from long lineages of military families (think like, a bunch of Tarkins). They do not really regard the clone troopers on the same standard as natborns (especially because not only are they clones but faulty clones, they are lower than low on the hierarchy). The atmosphere in these battalions is incredibly different to that of the 501st or 212th or really any battalion that has a General that gives two shits about them.

So Dogma, a physically still very capable soldier, is sent to a penal battalion following his trial. And it is just. The worst. Because he'd just had to live through Krell. Had all of his beliefs and convictions questioned because of Krell. And now it's like he never left.

This is sad enough so I'm not going to say what I think his fate became in this battalion. I'm sure he found friends by need of survival among the other clones sent there. But the penal battalions, for the record, have very high turnover rates for clones. 

Headcanon D - unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own:

Because I made myself too sad with that last one, I'll make up for it by saying that against what anyone would have thought possible Dogma deserts. It's around a week after he got word of Tup's death and that was just one thing too much (he forgives all the misgivings and arguments he ever had against Fives after learning how hard Fives tried to save Tup). But he gets his chance on the next mission after a rockfall throws him off a cliff. He survives, picks himself up, and doesn't look back. 

[thescottpack]

Family Meeting (Jason Todd)

Part 2

A/n: I don't know If I should write a smut in this fic, so let me know If you want it or not.

▪️Part 3▪️

Y/n was standing in the doorway watching Jason train his movements, Rachel was sitting on one of the furnitures while Gar walked in handing the girls a snack.

– What do you think is happening up there? – Gar asked.

– They're probably trying to figure out who she is. – Rachel answered.

– He's giving her a sell job. It's what he does he can't resist the force.

– I knew he was going to bring in new people but I didn't realize it would be anytime soon.

– We don't even know if we can trust her. Hell we don't even know who she is.

Y/n approached them looking at Jason. – Exactly, maybe you should give her a chance.

– What the hell you're talking about Y/n you're not even a titan.

Y/n laughed rolling her eyes – You're right Jason, maybe I should go out that door and let you screw up everything with one of your brilliant plans that never worked.

– Maybe you should.

–Dick found her the same way my dad found you.

When Jason was about to talk again Rachel intervened.

–Look at you, she arrived like one hour ago and is already the reason for the fight.

– She's a freak!

– Don't worry Rachel the only reason I fight with Jason is because of himself.

Y/n turned and left the room, of course she wanted to know who the girl was and she would have found out if they hadn't stopped her.

Jason took a deep breath turning his back to his friends. –FUCK!

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The days went by and Y/n and Jason looked like they were going to punch each other in the face, she just couldn't understand how he could be such a jerk sometimes. She was lying on the couch in the living room looking at her phone when the lift door opened and she saw the old titans coming out and arguing about something she paid no attention, she looked and lay back down.

Then she hears Jason's voice coming into the room and she turns her head to take a look, he was with Rachel and Gar as they headed towards Dick.

– Where's Dr. Light? A little steath job on a guy who shoots what? HeadLamps? I mean half the city is on fire and no sign of Dr.light.

Y/n sat on the couch quickly looking at the situation, she had to admit that the courage Jason had was impressive but the stupidity sometimes prevailed.

– Jason this is not the time. – Dick said.

– Look I don't take orders from you anymore.– Jason said approaching Dick sharply.

Y/n got up went to Jason side. – Jason stop.

–I do what I want when I want.

Dick tried to leave the room and Jason barred him. –Get out of my way.

– I think you got it all wrong man, you're on my way.

Y/n closed her eyes taking a deep breath at such idiocy.

– Jason ... – Jason looked at Y/n and smiled. – Don't.

Then it all happened too fast, Jason tried to attack Dick and when Y/n blinked Jason was on the floor.

The boy leaves the room like a hurricane, maybe she should admit something, the biggest thing she and Jason had in common was stubbornness.

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Y/n opened Jason's bedroom door slowly she looked around the room and he wasn't there she could hear him complaining in the bathroom, Y/n looked at the side table and smiled as she saw the picture of the two of them in one of Gotham's tallest buildings , she loved these adventures that they put in their heads to do. Then she heard the noise of the shower on and decided to sit on the bed and wait, he was angry she knew that and Y/n wasn't there to make things worse. After ten minutes Y/n was already lying in bed staring at the ceiling wondering if she was supposed to come back later, so when she sat on the bed again Jason came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

– What are you doing here? I've been lectured too much in one day.

– I want to talk.

– I thought you were angry with me.

– Jason what's going on in your head?

Jason stopped in front of Y/n and smiled.

– Which one?

Y/n rolled her eyes and look at him again.

– I'm serious.

– Do you want to know what's going on in my head? I'll tell you what's going on in my head, I'm being left behind, Dick brought us here and said he was going to help us and for what? I don't need help, he needs help and he won't let us help him, Bruce wouldn't do that he would never leave me behind.

– Dick doesn't want any of you to become him, I don't know why he sees this as a bad thing, it's like he feels he has failed at some point in his life.

– Yeah but I'm not him I can kick the bad guys in the ass, the difference between me and him is that I go and do it.

– Hm...

– What ?

– I'm sorry. What I did was wrong I could have hurt myself.

Jason then realized what she was talking about and raised his eyebrows in surprise – Okay, I'm sorry for being an ass.

Y/n smiled – Right.

They both fell silent for a few seconds and Jason said:

– I miss you.

– I miss you too .

They stared at each other for a moment, almost ashamed of what they had done for their silly fights. Y/n got up and put her hands on Jason's cheeks pulling him for a kiss while Jason held her by the waist.

Then the door suddenly opened.

– Oh! I'm sorry. – Gar was at the door.

–It's not what it looks like. – Y/n said.

– Or is it? – Jason responded by laughing mockingly at his friend and then he left the room with pants in hand going to the bathroom.

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