#who’s a home wrecker and sleeps with his superiors

[aquarri]

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[morganas-pendragons]

Light | Wrecker

This is #1 of at least half a dozen or more fics I am gifting my Twitter kids for Christmas! I wanted to give back this year, and so I decided to write some things for characters I haven’t really tried anything for yet. Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy! 

I played around with the clones ages for this considering we don’t know how old The Bad Batch is - like with Rex physically looking like he’s in his twenties but not actually being so. 

This reader is a mom to the clones and uses she/her pronouns - exactly like the type in my headcanons - and she happens to have a favorite... 

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This was supposed to be a no strings attached type of job. The Kaminoans had recruited you, a simple human, to be a caretaker - of sorts - for the hundreds of babies that occupied their nurseries within the cloning facilities. 

  “There’s no point in forming attachments, Miss. Soon enough they’ll be handed a gun and told to go play war.” 

Yeah. Well. You intend to give these children as much love as you are physically able, and that all starts with the first gaze you set upon one of the clones in the back of the nursery with the mutation. 

He’s among 3 others who are specifically mutated for purposes you are not privy to know as a civilian. That doesn't matter. You pass through lines of cradles and approach the four in the back, peering over the side to gaze into the wide and vulnerable eyes of the largest baby. 

  “Hello, sweet boy.” You murmur, grinning as he coos happily at your voice and lifts his arms upward for you to sweep him upward and into your warm embrace. “You’re stunning. I bet you’re going to be such a big, strong boy!” 

The baby’s response - despite only being old enough to hold himself upright in your lap - is only to clap joyfully and pound his tiny hands against your legs. 

Big, strong boy. You’re gonna change the world. I just know it. 

Wrecker, Age Four 

His brothers named him Wrecker. It’s fitting, given how much larger he became then the other clones, but you’re too attached to the boy to leave Tipoca City at the time that the Kaminoans have asked you to.

  “Buir!” You’ve been moved to the rooms in which they house the clones who are toddlers, and the first thing you see upon waking from your nap is a child sprinting as fast as he’s able to launch himself into your lap. “You’re awake!” 

You beam and press a kiss to his forehead. “Hi ad,” You whisper, peering over his shoulder as he wraps his arms around your neck and buries his face in your shoulder. “Something you need to tell me? I gotta go take care of your brothers.” 

  “They gave me a name today!” He says, and your eyes widen as you gaze at his three brothers who stand before you. 

  “Only because he nearly broke Viper’s nose!” 

You raise an eyebrow and gently pry Wrecker away from your chest. He’s definitely larger then the other clones despite how young he is, but he’d never use his size and strength for violence. Never. Your son is soft, innocent. He’s good. 

  “Wrecker, what’s-” Your gaze snaps back to the clone with the darker hair who then replies to your query with Hunter. It’s a fitting name. “Hunter, talking about?” 

That’s the same day you learn that the clones who will eventually make up the spec-ops team known as The Bad Batch are fiercely protective of each other. They must have learned it from the person who protected them. 

Little to the knowledge of most people, you took these four clones - the special ones, the ones who got the stares, the ones who got picked on and bullied by their brothers - under your wing. You saved them. 

And in turn they save each other. 

You are so proud to be Wrecker’s mother in that moment as he hastily recants a story of how he almost broke Viper’s nose simply because he was bullying Crosshair. 

  “Ad,” You ruffle his hair and beam with pride as you wind your arms around his body. “I am so proud of you.” 

When Wrecker climbs into bed that night, the words he never hears from his trainers and superiors rings in his mind as he burrows under the thin blanket the Kaminoans have given him and his vode. 

  “I am so proud of you.” 

As he falls into sleep, he dreams of his mother. A home, a family, and a mother standing in the kitchen unit - who gives him real food, real food he likes and he’s allowed to eat that tastes salty and sweet and sour and he’s so excited to have it - who treats her son as if he’s the whole world. The whole galaxy. 

Wrecker, Age 10 

The day he returns from a training mission with the rest of Clone Force 99 is the same day you have your first real battle with panic. According to what Crosshair and Tech tell you upon return, Wrecker was injured in a way that leaves him partially blind and with significant scarring. 

You’re terrified. He and the rest of the Batch have already had a difficult time integrating themselves in with their brothers to the point where they’ve taken to calling the non-mutated clones regs and now only associate with each other. You don’t particularly care much about that anymore. As long as they’re looking out for each other. 

When Wrecker is released from the medbay, you search the cloning facility for your son until you find him in the quietest room - the nursery - with his back against the wall and his chin resting on his knees. His face is scarred. His eye is cybernetic. 

Maker, you love him. 

  “Wrecker,” Hunter had warned you about approaching him - claiming he’d become hard of hearing with the explosion that had injured him - and had brought up a fantastic idea with Tech’s help that you were going to initiate as soon as he was ready. “Ad.”

Your son lifts his eyes to meet yours. 

  “Buir,” He replies softly, always so careful to not disturb the babies who lay in their cradles around him. “Did you need something?” 

You tilt your head and sit in front of him, parting your legs and resting your elbows against your knees. Wrecker watches you intently as you do so. He’s always been perceptive - not as much as Hunter, but enough - and with the lack of his sight, he’s having to rely more on his limited senses. 

  “Do you see this?” You take your fingers, press them all together, and rest them against the bottom of your chin before moving your hand forward. “This is sign language. It means thank you. It’ll be an easier way to talk to your vode when you can’t hear them so well. Is that something you’d be willing to learn?” 

He nodded and frowned. “I’m gonna miss blowing stuff up.” 

You reach outward, brush what remains of his hair away from his eyes, and repeat the sign for thank you and you’re welcome. He watches your hands mimic the movements before repeating them for you to see. Wrecker does them perfectly. 

  “Don’t worry.” You murmur. “You’re gonna get to blow stuff up again. I promise.” 

Your only response is his smile. It’s more than enough. 

Wrecker, Age 12  (Set during S7) 

'Сause you are loved You are loved more than you know I hereby pledge all of my days To prove it so

After a while, the Kaminoans have had their uses for you. Your services are no longer required and so you are sent back to the boring home world that you have barely stepped foot on since being sent to Kamino to be the caretaker to infant clones. 

Your experience with the formed Grand Army of the Republic is what gets you into the military, has you trained, and eventually what lands you on Anaxes. 

Though your heart is far too young to realize The unimaginable light you hold inside

  “Ma’am,” Cody’s voice rings out from behind you as you stand in the hangar bay, arms crossed over your chest with your eyes on the horizon as if waiting for the arrival of a ship. “I’ve cleaned your blasters. Just how you like them.” 

You turn to acknowledge the Marshal Commander and smile softly at him. While you spent much of your time with The Bad Batch on Kamino, the greater majority of the Commander Batch and the younger clones have considered you one of them for quite some time. 

  “Thank you Kote.” You murmur. He nods his acknowledgement and before he turns back to Kenobi, lays a hand on your shoulder and says something about the arrival of Clone Force 99 for a mission they’re assigned to do with Rex. “What?” 

The less then graceful landing of the ship known as the Havoc Marauder signals their arrival. You don’t dare move. It’s been too long since you’ve seen them, seen him, and you want to value the moment while you can. 

I'll give you everything I have I'll teach you everything I know

They had never really known the lengths you went to in order to protect them - to protect him - and give him the life, the childhood, you felt he deserved. The Bad Batch had still had it rough, but your gentle nature upon meeting them had impacted them significantly. 

  “The Calvary has arrived!” 

The first thing you see is the personalized armor. You are not the slightest bit surprised they threw in all their effort into ensuring their armor - out of the entire army - was the most notorious. Not to mention that as someone who watched them all grow up, you can see each of their personalities within the way they’ve painted it. 

Then you see him. It’s unmistakeable that it’s Wrecker considering how much taller and broader he is then the rest of The Bad Batch, but it’s not him that notices your presence first. 

It’s Tech. Ever the perceptive, constantly absorbing as much information as able, constantly recording everything, who sees you standing in the hangar and nudges his brother in the midst of speaking to Rex and Cody to point you out. 

  “Mom?” Cody asks skeptically, followed by a gasped “Buir? That’s the buir I never got to meet?!” 

Kix is laughing hysterically at the way Jesse guffaws upon realizing that you are the infamous mother to the clones, but only these four and specifically Wrecker, but the way your heart swells when Wrecker notices you standing there far outweighs the reactions of all the other vode around you. 

Instead of a greeting, Wrecker does one thing. He sees you, beams like the sun lives deep within him, and very promptly tosses you upward to sit on his shoulders. He looms over all his brothers. That doesn’t stop him. 

Oh... oh, that boy has not and will never change. 

With every heart beat I have left

I will defend your every breath

Bonus: 

  “I get to blow it up? The whole stinking thing?” Wrecker asks, to which he then looks to you with wide eyes. “You made a promise!” 

You smirk and pat Anakin’s shoulder as you pass him. “Oh, I know I did.” You reply. “Anakin is keeping up on my promise for me.” When Wrecker begins to take the detonator, you turn to the Jedi and meet his gaze. I’ve been promising him this since he was old enough to know how to blow things up.” You coax him into fully handing over the detonator to your son. “Go on. Make his year.” 

Admiral Trench’s cruiser explodes in a cloud of sparks behind The Havoc Marauder. 

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Only Mine (Pt. 6)

A/N: We’re using Taylor songs again because we love Queen Taylor. So these are not my works (obviously) but hers. However if you’ve never heard some of these I would highly suggest you check them out because all Taylor songs are absolute bops. Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Pop Star!Reader Word count: 3,541 Warnings: Swearing, implied sex (no smut though), arguing (minor)

You found the release of Fractious to be the most ironic days of your life.

You were in the media everywhere, selling only a few thousands copies less in it’s first week than your previous record. Which you were fine with, that was somewhat of the plan.

But you were no where to be seen. Hiding out in a new house you and Gerard had bought New Jersey for just under three million dollars. But no one knew about that purchase, other than your closest family and friends. Because no one needed to know.

The suspense of it all started extremely high, as you only announced the album 12 hours prior to its drop. And the world went insane, fans jumping to Twitter to go absolutely crazy over this new persona that they had already began to love, and some had already caught onto the ‘good girl gone bad’ idea.

You released the entire tracklist only three hours before the drop, and you were already stalking fan pages who began making theories about what it meant. There were already a lot of ‘THIS ONE’S ABOUTE GERARD’ and theories already popping up about him, which made you lightly smile knowing damn well a lot of it was.

The tracklist read: Blank Space I Knew You Were Trouble Style End Game I Did Something Bad I Know Places Out Of The Woods Dancing With Our Hands Tied Don’t Blame Me Getaway Car Clean

You smiled and lightly laughed once you refreshed your phone on the couch, your face and name at the top of iTunes and various other music providers promoting your new album.

“Congrats babe.” Gerard said from where he sat next to you, giving you a kiss and squeezing your thigh, “I’m proud of you.” “Thanks Gee.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder, “I love you. So much.” “I love you more.” He smiled down.

What made it all the better was how MCR was entering into their punk era, only making your album and new persona more believable. You had to admit, Gerard’s red and shaggy hair was really hot, and you were living for it, as you had told him a million times.

And you knew how much he loved your new era. As much as he genuinely loved the real, bubbly you (which is of course why he married you) he continuously admired your new all black look, managing to wear skin tight jeans and short shorts with more crop tops than usual and leather jackets galore. And you can’t forget how many pairs of Doc Martins you had, plus Louboutin boots all for the red bottoms. You basically looked like a filthy rich home wrecker, AKA the look you were going for.

But at home and in private you were the same old Y/N, always letting your natural hair fall into its regular ways, with little to no makeup and not ashamed to wear whatever you wanted.

What seemed to put the cherry on top to this new era was the newest addition to your family, AKA a black french bulldog named Rocko the two of you got. He was a tornado of chaos who would run around the house with his dozens of toys, taunting you and Gerard with them as if to show some form of superiority that he clearly lacked. You treated him like he was a newborn baby, constantly. You bought him clothes, beds, and toys, letting him sleep with you and Gerard despite your husbands protests about how he “took up too much room”. To you, the little canine could do nothing wrong.

That was until he chewed up your favorite pair of shoes, which just oh so happened to cost multiple hundreds of dollars. Gerard was furious at his actions, complaining that there was no reason for him to do so with the countless amount of toys he already had. You were mad at first too, but after only a few seconds of the pup giving you his eyes of sympathy you forgave him and moved on as if nothing happened. Gerard was still in his state of anger though.

“Oh, look, the designs for the tour outfits came in.” You smiled from where you laid on the couch, checking emails on your laptop, Rocko at your feet sitting between you and Gerard who was reading a book. You opened up the file to be greeted with all dozen outfits, which were beyond perfect. Gerard looked over, interested in the topic. “I like that one.” You pointed to one especially scandalous duo of tiny shorts and an even smaller top that could have been easily mistaken for a bra if it wasn’t for the thicker material on the all black set with black tights. “It makes me look like a whore.” Gerard nearly spat out his coffee.

“But you’re not a whore.” “Yeah, well, my alter ego is.” You smiled. “And you made her that way.” You looked up at him from quickly, “Take that as a compliment.” “How is me turning my wife into a whore a compliment?” He asked, puzzled.

“Just take it as one.” You huffed.

“I do think you’ll look bad ass in it though,” He remarked, returning to his book.

“Awww, thanks babe.” You blushed, “Maybe I’ll ask them to make you a matching outfit.” You lightly laughed. “Haha, very funny.” He rolled his eyes.

“It sucks we’ll be touring at the same time.” You sighed, “I miss being able to see you and the guys more.” “Yeah I miss you too,” He sighed as well, “And Ray does too.” You lightly laughed.

“Ray’s coming to the first show, right?” You asked, looking up at Gerard. He nodded.

“He cleared all of his schedule to go and he’s pumped.” You smiled.

“Good.” You closed your laptop, climbing over to give Gerard a kiss, which he happily accepted and did the same back. “Somedays I wish you kissed me the way as you do Frank.” You lightly smiled, letting go as he chuckled.

“I mean, I could.” He smiled at you, running his hands through your hair, “But that’s more aggressive and in the moment. I prefer to savor the kisses I have with you, let you know how much I love you.” You smiled, lightly rolling your eyes.

“You’re so sappy sometimes, Gee.” You responded, “But I love it.”

That night, as you were going to bed, you stopped in your mirror momentarily to take a look at yourself. You had gained 25-ish pounds since your break from the spotlight, still recovering from your ED. Your doctor said that you were healthy now, but some of the fatrolls that fell on your sides and hip dips as well were starting to bother you. And your stomach still had that bit of blub that you were never very fond of.

Gerard walked past you in the bathroom, immediately getting the memo. “Am I too fat?” You turned around and asked him, his face turning to a form of ridicule.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” He said looking you up and down, “So no.”

“Are you sure Gee-” Before you could finish, he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to bed where he pushed you down with ease beneath him, giving you a searing kiss.

“You’re fucking gorgeous and the most beautiful woman alive. If you say one more thing about you not being perfect I’m going to frame every photo of you in every inch of this damn house so you know just how incredible you are.” “Fine.” You sighed reluctantly. “Now say it with me,” He began, “I, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N-Way am perfect.” You sighed, choosing to go with it.

“I, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N-Way am perfect.” “Good girl.” He said with another quick kiss. You lightly laughed, rolling over to your side of the bed to give Gerard his. You took your hand, running your fingers through his messy hair as the two of you stared at each other.

“After these two tours, I think I want to take a break.” You admitted, saying so above a whisper. He lightly nodded. “Maybe we can start a family.” He nodded again. “And settle down.” He gave you a kiss on the nose.

“That sounds perfect.”

-Time skip because I’m lAzY-

You were on stage doing what you do best, simultaneously swaying your hips to the music and going along with some of the choreography, as if the skin tight black and sparkly body suit and above the knee black boots weren’t enough.

As usual, you would look over to your husband where he was in the VIP section and sing to him, a smile plastered on his face. You would occasionally look over to see both the approval of your family, and friends, including Ray who seemed to be having the time of his life dancing and singing the lyrics.

The show was going absolutely perfect, it was bigger than any other that you had ever done, a larger stage, larger screens, larger everything. Even a larger crowd with over 100,000 people for your first show on tour. You could hear the audience echo your lyrics, jumping up and down judging by the movements of their light up wrist bands.

You of course played a few songs off of your previous album, doing a few acoustic with just you and the crowd which were some of your favorite experiences and moments. You also did a quick speech thanking all of your loyal fans who waited for you to come back with new music, despite the long period of time where you were no where to be seen.

After the finale, you ran back with a huge smile still on your face with your team, drinking some water constantly to hydrate yourself. It only took you a few moments in the back hallways of the stadium before you saw your husband at one end, smiling at you. You smiled back, running up to him and clinging your arms around him. He hugged you back, giving you a quick kiss. “You did great.” He whispered with a huge smiled, “I’m so proud.” “Thanks.” You smiled back, giving him another kiss. The two of you walked away, arms around each other as you leaned onto him. You tried to keep PDA to a limit, especially since the documentary was actively being made and was recording everything.

Once you were back in your private dressing room where no one else was, he gave you an even bigger hug, swinging you around and you lightly squealed. “You’re just so good.” He laughed.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him, letting go to go and take off your makeup at the chair. “I just gotta meet a few fans then we can go back to the hotel.” You told him through the mirror and he nodded.

“Y/N?” You heard your assistant knock at the door. “Hey, Betty.” You smiled up at her and she smiled back.

“I assumed you would want Rocky with you.” She said, putting the small black dog and he ran up to your chair.

“Ah yes,” You smiled down at him, picking him up and giving him a bunch of kisses on his little face, “Thank you.” You told her and she nodded, “No problem.” She closed the door back. You held the small dog in your lap, finishing off your face and hair before getting up and putting him down to change into regular clothes from your stage outfit.

“Gee?” You asked and he hummed, looking up from his phone, “Could you unzip me?” You asked and he nodded, getting up to do so. Usually Gerard would pull something after that, making it less PG, but you shot him a quick glare warning him not to do anything, so he didn’t.

You quickly replaced your stage clothes with a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, turning around to see Gerard still staring at you, wide eyes. “Oh please,” you sighed at him, “We’ve been together for over eight years Gee, handle yourself.” “Sorry, it’s just really hard to.” He tried to defend himself, you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be back soon, babe.” You smiled, giving him a peck on the lips before excusing yourself.

The meet and greet went by as always, taking about half an hour before you said bye to everyone, taking photos, and then went back to Gerard. He was still on his phone on one of the couches in the room, Rocko by his feet. “Ready to go?” He asked, looking up, and you nodded grabbing your phone and backpack.

On the way out you couldn’t stop smiling, hand in hand with Gerard going in one of the large black SUVs, you going in first, then Rocko, then Gerard. “How’re you feeling?” Your husband asked and you just smiled.

“Great,” You admitted, taking a sip from your water, “Everyone loved it.” He gave your thigh a squeeze and looked at you.

“It was definitely pretty bad ass.” He smiled and you lightly laughed.

You had walked into your suite, setting your bag and the dog down, placing him in his bed (in the living room part of the room) while Gerard grabbed him a bowl of water. You gave the dog a quick good night kiss, resorting to your own room where Gerard followed, closing the door behind you.

Almost immediately your lips were clashed together, his hands on your waist as he swiftly put you on the large plush duvet of the bed, moving down to your collarbone and neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked for only a brief moment, as a double check. You shook your head violently.

“No,” You sighed out, “Please no.” He smiled down at you connecting your lips against. “Whatever you want, sugar.”

-Another time skip-

You wouldn’t have ever known if it wasn’t for the insane amount of fatigue and throwing up you were going through, only a month into tour. Initially you could’ve sworn it was just a cold turned to maybe the flu, as many of the symptoms you were having would go away within a few hours, so you were ready for show time.

But here you sat in your hotel room, curled up on the bed with Rocko next to you, your mind completely empty as you stared into the thin air, Betty had run to the nearest pharmacy. What were you going to do on tour? Fans would figure it out easily. But what would you tell Gerard?

Once Betty came back she gave you a somber, almost apologetic smile handing your the small bag. You thanked her, closing the door and going into the bathroom.

You stood over the bathroom sink, your hands gripping the granite edges for dear life as you stared down at the three tests. All positive. It took you a few minutes of staring, rocking back and forth, for everything to sink in.

This was not how you planned it, it was never supposed to go like this. You and Gerard were going to take a break, settle down, have your first child and be together all through your pregnancy. Now you were both on huge tours promoting your new work, away from home for at least the next five months. 

You could feel warm tears stream down your cheeks, a small sniffle coming from your nose as you grabbed your phone. Reluctantly, you pressed on your husband’s name, pressing the small phone icon displayed underneath it. You put your face up to the screen slowly. Only a few rings and he answered.

“Hey Y/N/N,” He said, “What’s up.” It took you a few seconds, but you immediately bursted into sobs. “Baby? What’s wrong?” He spoke up, voice with lots of concern.

“Gee,” You began, sniffing again through the sobs, “I’m um- I’m pregnant.” You said. No one spoke for the next few seconds, complete silence on both ends of the line.

“Sweetie,” He said in a light voice, a small laugh following afterwards, “That’s great!” “No, Gerard, it isn’t.” You snapped, “We had all of this planned out perfectly, no one was going to know unless we wanted them to. But no, in the beginning of a fucking world tour this has to happen.” You raised your voice, “And I get it, this is gonna be a fucking walk in the park for you because you’re not here, and you don’t have to play in front of over 50,000 people every night in body tight suits. And you’re going to be separated from your pregnant wife. Life’s probably fucking perfect for you.” You weren’t sure what had gotten into you, but whatever it was it wasn’t pretty.

“What?” He asked, “You say it like we never wanted this. Sometimes things don’t go to plan Y/N.” He snapped back.

“Well they have to in our world Gerard!” You yelled, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, “We have our lives set out for the next six months. And this is a big deal, and something we can’t do right now.”

“So are you going to get an abortion? Are you going to put it into the adoption system?” He yelled back. You took a few moments to think.

“No.” You admitted, barely above a whisper, “Gee, I’m sorry.” You began sobbing again, your sad feeling taking over any angry one.

“No, sugar, I am.” He clarified with a sigh, “You’re going through a lot and I should be supporting you, not arguing.” “Well I kinda started it.” “And I shouldn’t have continued it.” He responded. “Honey, we’ll figure this out.” He insisted, “We’ll talk to your tour manager and everyone who needs to know, we’ll figure something out. Some way to hide it.” “Okay.” You said somberly.

“Give me a few minutes,” He said, “I’m going to figure out a way to get to you.” “Gee, you’re booked for the next fews months on tour.” “And so are you, but you’re also carrying our child right now.” He spoke back, “We’re going to figure it out, okay? We’re going to have a kid, and start a family, maybe a little off track from what we intended, but this is what we’ve wanted, right?” You nodded despite him not seeing you.

“Yeah, of course.” You calmed down. “This is what we’ve wanted.”

It took a full week for a plan to be made. A week of unnecessary stress and anxiety for everyone on your team who was high enough on the roster to know about the pregnancy. Not even your families or friends knew, everything right now was business.

Gerard managed to fly in during a three day break the band had, consoling your emotions during the time as you two began to discuss personal plans. There was a lot of crying, both tears of sadness and joy, as you two began to discuss where you would live most of the time, which room the baby would take, how to even handle a child.

You already knew the baby’s name, which could go for either a boy or girl: Shiloh Monet Way. You were still very unsure about planning to have a baby, but since your tour would end when the third trimester began, you would have at least a few months to plan and figure out everything.

Gerard had already talked to the guys and their managers about pushing back some of the dates so there was a month break for him to be home around the baby’s due date. At the very least he wanted to be with you while giving birth, but he also wanted to help both you and the baby recover.

New outfits and plans to completely hide your pregnancy were already in the working with your teams. It was like a completely undercover operation to keep both you and your child’s privacy to a fine tune. And of course. Gerard and the guys promised to not say anything at all, even a hint towards you being pregnant wouldn’t be dropped.

“I say we wait to tell our families and friends,” You admitted to your husband, the two of you on the hotel bed getting ready to go to a sound check. “Just in case anything happens. I mean, we have to tell our teams and the guys and stuff, which we did, but no one else.” He nodded.

“Just not for too long,” He said, “Or at least once we know that baby’s developing fine.” You nodded and sighed.

“I was hoping having our first child together wouldn’t be this stressful.” You admitted, almost shamefully in a way.

“It’s okay, sugar.” He put his hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “We’re going to make the best of it, okay? You have a little less than five months left on your tour and then I get to take a break. This’ll work out just fine.” You nodded, placing your head on his shoulder as you knew he was right.

“You make everything better, Gee.” You said, playing with his hand as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’ll do it for you, sweetheart.”

[treason-and-plot]

REPLIES TO CUTE COPS AND PROBLEMATIC PARENTS

@napoleonfrost​

That cop IS cute, I can only occur with that

@whyhellosims​

Holy wow, yeah, that opens up some huge insights to his opinions on women who are unrepentantly sexually autonomous! Only he got the worst possible and descructive example available, bless him. What a terrible situation! But there will always be bad mothers, or fathers, or even bad kids. Nothing is perfect in this world (except Roy's backside)!

I think Spencer wants to blame his sister’s death on someone, and his mother is the obvious scapegoat. It’s convenient and comforting to believe his sister’s death and all his anger are the result of his mother’s behaviour.  And he can also tell himself that he is morally superior to his mother; HE would never sleep around, or cheat on Julia! 

And lol re Roy’s backside! 

@streetlightaurora​

Spense's mom went for a ride in a trawler... But I guess it makes sense why he doesn't care for women like Mia, though you would think he'd be able to see she's not in a relationship so it shouldn't matter.

Lol re the trawler!!! And yeah you’d think Spence would realise that Mia’s not a home wrecker, except our Spence isn’t exactly bothered by petty detail. He has an unfortunate tendency to see things in very black and white terms.

@windermeresimblr​

So Spencer maybe needs to...see a therapist? That sounds like a lot of traumatic stuff that he needs to work through. (And this does not excuse his being an absolute jackass.)

Yeah he definitely should...but he won’t! His anger has become too much of a coping strategy.

@lilsisterg​

What she said @windemeresimblr

@sweetnovember77​

I believe that mommy/daddy issues can absolutely get in the way of having a healthy relationship, but it seems like nobody should be ridiculed for something that’s out of their control. So be careful, Mia. People who have mommy/daddy issues are manipulative and can force their ideas on a person by controlling the narrative.

Well yes, Spencer has definitely tried to force his ideas onto Mia regarding promiscuity...and he has revealed himself to be rude and overbearing in his personal life, too. Luckily Julia is strong and capable and has proven herself to be extremely patient and understanding when it comes to Spencer’s myriad issues. 

@sweetnovember77​

always be one step ahead of the game 👍🏾

@wannabecatwriter​

Wonder if Spence had something to do with his Mom's disappearance.

[connorssock]

There’s a lot of ideas about Hank and Gavin not getting on because Gavin idolised Hank and then watched him fall apart. But what if it was the other way round?

Hank, the family man, took a shine to newly transferred detective Gavin. He quietly pursued him, brought him coffee, tried to organise things to do together after work. It all culminated in a kiss in the parking lot after a late shift where Gavin pulled away with horror in his eyes.

“I refuse to sleep my way up the ranks,” he’d spat. From then on, their relationship soured. If Gavin had wanted to, he could have ruined Hank, accused him of assault and gross indecency towards a subordinate. However, he wasn’t the kind to do that. It might make his career path easier, open up positions as everyone moved up a rank but that wasn’t his style. He had been serious, he wanted to earn his rank honourably. Not through sleeping around or getting competition out of his way through bureaucratic means. Especially not when it was a family man he could be destroying. Gavin was many things but he was not a home wrecker.

He was stuck with a superior who resented him though, who lived in fear of Gavin tattling. Meanwhile, Hank’s ego was bruised at being spurned, he was seething at letting himself be caught out by someone who didn’t actually want anything to do with him.

So, years down the line, Hank is without his family, perhaps it was karma which took them from him or perhaps it was just crap luck. But he had nobody left while Gavin hadn’t even been promoted to Sergeant and he resents Hank for it even more. Maybe if he had become Hank’s piece on the side, he would have had that promotion by now. There’s no telling but they hate each other equally, blame the other for what their life had become. Neither of them are happy but neither can quite forgive the other and move on.

[cawyden]

So, about that…

I am really trying to understand Crosshairs character and motivation and I would be very grateful if people can help me with that.

To help me sort my thoughts I will write it down…

Crosshair and the chip

What do we know

- He still holds his head (twice) in the last two episodes and previously we only really saw that in combination with the chip being activated or getting triggered (see Wrecker)

- He has scarred tissue on the side of his head where the chip is located but this is from the engine injury at Bracca – we can’t see in his case if the chip was really removed or not

- He said he got the chip removed – but this could either be a lie (because Hunter wasn’t taking him seriously, always blaming his chip) or it was the truth or he believes it is the truth because he was told the chip is out

Meta-Knowledge

- There is the interview with the writers that they wanted to show someone who freely choose the empire – this seems to be Crosshair. It does sound in the interview that his chip is really gone but this could also be a way to keep us surprised, so I am not 100% sure that this is really the case. If the chip is active, Crosshairs action would not be freely so to be the one example/ view point of being freely pro-Empire the chip has to be out/inactive

- DBB said in an interview that Crosshair is not evil but there is rationality in what he says and that his moral compass has not been awakened yet by the child (Omega)

o I find it questionable that Crosshair would need Omega to know that the Empire is evil when his first order was to kill Civilians – the rest of the bad batch knew already that this isn’t right even without Omega around. At first, he was forced by the chip but if he now stays willingly with the Empire such an order can (or maybe already has) be given at any time again

o The rationality being that the Empire is strong and he wants a good “position” for himself and his brothers and to be on the winning side

How could he have removed it?

o The chip was fried and they had to remove it anyway because he was injured and the chip was not working (or less affective) anyway

o After Bracca he told them he knows about the chip and wants it removed, maybe the Empire knows that the chips weaken over time anyway and tried it out (but I don’t know if that is certain that the chips weaken and why would they remove it when they enhanced it in the first place to get him on their side)

o He removed it with help of e.g. AZI secretly, maybe the Empire found out but seeing that he was still loyal found it acceptable

So lets think about what does that mean for a chip-less Crosshair.

He does empathize in the last two episodes that

- one shouldn’t take things to personally (when the Empire did not care about getting him killed)

- it is easy to follow orders

- the Empire gives purpose

- he wants to be on the winning side

- Hunter betrayed / left him just because the Empire isn’t the Republic and he didn’t want to follow the Empires orders

- He thinks he and the other bad batches are superior

Benefits of being in the Empire

- He says it gives him purpose, I suppose by being able to use his skill-set

- He gets support – the Empire provides him with gear, food, a place to sleep (not his own room though), personnel, opportunities to use his skill-set …

- By being in the Empire he has no home or something else to defend against the Empire, he doesn’t need to hide or run from them

- He just follows orders and doesn’t need to think about the morality -> I mean he should but it seems he is following the easy route and just is fine with following orders as if they do not concern him

- Some people might fear him

- He seems to believe he and tbb are superior – maybe being in a position of (limited) power it gives him a boost to his ego – maybe that is important for him after the time in the Republic where he was still bullied by the normal clones although he has his superior skill set and successfully solving missions

Reasons for not liking the Empire

- They practically enslaved him with the chip

- The Empire is the reason he got separated from his brothers in the first place (again with the chip and the orders to kill the civilians)

- They force him to comply and follow (evil) orders even without chip because otherwise (if he does not leave and hide) not following orders will likely get him killed, but following orders might get someone killed/hurt that he cares about or that is innocent (e.g. children)

- They do no really respect him – not even his own squad

- They do not care about him – he is a resource and being used and they don’t care if he gets killed or not (e.g. when they bomb Kamino)

- Being with the Empire prevents him from being with his family/brothers + sister

Why I think he is still staying (without chip)

- He is deeply hurt by his brothers that they never tried to get him back – he might even think they replaced him with Omega

o Of course it would have been difficult but they are an elite team that was very successful (going by Wreckers board in their barracks) and could have tried to lure him into a trap to improve their odds + they did bring Omega in the end to save Hunter, so bringing Omega into danger wasn’t really an issue later on anyway

o Of course it would have been difficult, but they had opportunities:

▪ They did not try it on Bracca, e.g. when he was trapped under debris they could have tried to stun him and grab him

▪ They did not try it on Ryloth

▪ They did not came back to Kamino to get him – they did it for Omega and with Omega on board to get Hunter, but not for Crosshair

▪ They could have used their skill set to lure him into a trap to improve the odds. I know they want to keep Omega save but they did bring her to missions and even to Kamino to save Hunter, so that wasn’t really a reason later on

- He only knows being a soldier – he never had to care about getting food, a place to sleep or material to repair his gear… he knows his brothers are struggling and he seems to despise their choice of getting by (scavenging for weapons on Bracca, being mercenarys) or living as fugitives (which he would be too after deserting from the Empire)

- He is prideful – I think while tbb save him on Kamino and would have taken him back they weren’t exactly apologizing for not trying to save him or trying very hard to convince him to come back. I think he expected better and a clear sign that they care about him as much as he does and that they really want him back and together with him.

- He might be sensitive – this is just speculation but seeing that they got bullied (presumably regularly) by normal clones and were isolated (at least Tech said no one before Omega wanted to sit with them before at lunch) and seeing how he is actively trying to provoke clones and picking fights (in tcw season 7) it seems his way of getting back at them. I imagine that his pride and feeling of superiority is a way of coping with that meaning he concentrated on what makes him special and better than them to help him cope with the insults and make him feel better. As the others do not really react the same way, I assume Crosshair is a little more sensitive in that regard.

I think it is obvious that there a now quite some trust issues on both sides – Crosshair wondering if his brothers really care about him, leaving him behind without trying hard to change his mind and getting him back and tbb with an unexpected behavior of Crosshair:

- Crosshair had his chip removed but never tried to contact them or get back to them

- He pointed his gun at Hunter – not sure if it was set to stun or not – was he willing to shoot him just to be gunned down by his brothers?

- He was freely staying with the Empire and brought all of them into danger with his power play on Kamino

- He continued to insult Hunter, Wrecker and Omega

And they still would have taken him back.

What is my issue now with all that?

- Crosshair still seems not to understand why Hunter and the others had issues following the order to kill the civilians or the padawan – he is like “it is just an order” as if these dead would not be his fault

- Can he be not evil when he is willingly following the empires orders? At least as long as he isn’t killing innocents and trying to save people despite his orders I would say yes – but otherwise no – that would be evil in my opinion. Seeing that he still doesn’t get why Hunter did not follow the first orders to kill the padawan and civilians (like stated before) I fear that this is what the writers are going for. I hope I am wrong about that.

He is a complex character but I think that following evil orders (without being forced to) is evil – that doesn’t mean that it is ever to late to turn the back on the Empire. I don’t want him to die, I want him to go back to the bad batch and join them in saving people from the Empire.

I hope we see Crosshair not doing evil stuff to innocent people but find different ways to deal with that. Like not killing Howzer only arresting him. To see that he has a moral compass and is not ok with doing evil stuff just because it is an order when he before in his life never really cared about orders (at least from the Republic).

Dee Bradley Baker talking about Crosshair

"There's a rationality to what he's saying. He's not just this evil character."

Dee understands Crosshair's character so well.