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masterjedilenawrites · 4 days

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Thoughts:

Things I liked, maybe even loved:

Crosshair redemption

Wrecker The Crocodile Hunter

The return of Daniel Logan's voice

Howzer's thigh straps

Fist fight with Ventress

Throwing Rampart around like a ragdoll

Rampart screaming

Rampart is my new horse plinko guy btw

Echo's cheeky one-liners (thanks for the hand 🤣)

Omega's Handy Dandy Prison Shank™️

I've been waiting since TCW Season 2 for the Zillo Beast to escape <3 vindicatioooon!

The soundtrack

Beautifully framed shots

This meme my bestie sent me:

Things I'm neutral about:

Fennec and Bane cameos

Emerie

All the new kid characters

The Marauder blowing up

Hemlock (though with that voice and haircut, I could be persuaded to feel otherwise 😉)

Tech

Hunter's beard

Things I have mixed feelings about:

Clone X or whatever they're called... The framing of the character was misleading, not sure if they teased a face reveal on purpose or didn't realize how it came across, either way it was distracting to not have him or the others be anything more than lackeys

The plot: It was tidy, not drawn out. But I could tell it wasn't meant to be the end but had to be. Merp.

Scorch: My poor baby. But also not surprising given the series never actually brought up Delta Squad or made him a real character

Wolffe and Cody: No closure, but I guess there's room for them to show up elsewhere?

Crosshair's hand: Home boy was already having an identity crisis and I imagine losing his dominant hand actually complicates that journey rather than solve it like they tried to make us believe. But also... love that he and Echo can make hand jokes together now <3

The ending: So glad expectations were subverted and they live happily ever after. But... but... no parting words from Wrecker or Crosshair?? I get the need for the "X years later" scene to be just Hunter and Omega, but Echo got a little send off in the scene before. Why not the rest of the squad too?

Bad Batch: finished. 😰 Emotionally exhausted but still present.

I’ll jot down my thoughts if anyone cares to read them. I’d also love if anyone could send or tag me in their favorite posts… memes, interesting observations, and any other fun things, even going back to earlier episodes since I probably missed out on them (I literally had 25 filters on and only occasionally peeked thru when I was caught up lmao)

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb spoilers

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masterjedilenawrites · 5 days

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Bad Batch: finished. 😰 Emotionally exhausted but still present.

#star wars #the bad batch #talk to me #share with me #please pretty please

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masterjedilenawrites · 5 days

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Okay friends, I’m ready to watch the last howevermany episodes I have left of The Bad Batch! How do I need to prepare? Tissues? Popcorn? Coffee? Alcohol? Is this a flail your limbs in excitement or squeeze your pillow in comfort situation? Will I need to book a trip to the sea for my health, or just schedule some time to stare out a window? Is my husband okay please tell me he’s okay

Oh, and May the Fourth be with you! ✨

#star wars #the bad batch #may the fourth be with you #Crosshair

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masterjedilenawrites · 5 days

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#the daydream i’m working on is getting really good #lmao

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masterjedilenawrites · 6 days

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OMG 🤣 Once he finds there are backup datapads he totally does this. Love it.

A Silly Thing Like Sleep

Tech & The Bad Batch | 1.7k words

Content: one curse word, hyperfixating, "brotherly love"

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): And someone should tell Fixer Tech to go tf to sleep, I'm sensing that he doesn't do that *nearly* enough.

No one could burn the midnight oil like Tech.

There was simply too much to do. Too many ideas, too many questions that needed answers. It's what he was made for, trained for, and the movements of his hands as they tinkered and fiddled and created, in sync with his mind as it mulled and mused and imagined, is what made him feel like... well, himself. He was grounded this way. Soothed, even. How could he ever stop for a silly thing like sleep?

A little after 2000 hours brought the first of his brothers into their room.

"Tech," Hunter nodded as he passed by. The Sergeant's hair was damp from the shower; he must have just finished training. "Don't stay up too late. Big day tomorrow."

"Yes, of course."

Tech only responded out of respect, his eyes fixed on the project in front of him. To the untrained eye, it looked like he was fussing over a mere black box. But he knew it to be an old surface isotope oscillator, a rare find whose parts held potential for so many of his other projects, or potentially brand new projects he had yet to discover.

Hunter settled into his bunk, pulling a sleeping mask over his eyes and jamming in some earbuds. Tech only barely registered the lights around Hunter's bunk going out. The Sergeant would be unaffected by his tinkering so long as his custom mask and earbuds worked, which Tech knew they would because he had made them. Depriving Hunter of two of his sharpest senses would be enough to keep him asleep.

2100 hours brought the next brother, Echo, just as Tech had managed to carefully remove one of the oscillator's outer panels. The clone eyed him as he passed back and forth a few times in front of the workbench in order to get ready for bed. Echo, unfortunately, didn't have much space to call his own and had to make-do with keeping his things in various places throughout the dorm, much to the chagrin of his disciplined and orderly habits.

Tech hardly noticed, keeping his focus on the delicate nature of his work. There were some wires, some chipboards, and several high-voltage rods he had to work through to get to the good stuff. Though an experiment on the device's stress-points would be beneficial, he didn't want Hunter to put him on laundry duty for causing an explosion in the barracks. Not again.

"You uh, going to be long?" Echo finally spoke up, having finished his bedtime routine and ready to slide into his hammock.

Tech didn't respond; he was in the middle of clamping some tweezers on a little microchip.

Echo shifted to his other foot. "Well, I'm going to turn this light out now, if that's alright with you."

Still no response. So Echo shrugged and flicked the switch that controlled the overhead lights to the room. There were still the glowing lights in the bunks and the safety lights around the door to the hall. But otherwise there was a nice dim to the room that made it much easier to fall asleep in.

Tech didn't even react to the change in lighting, continuing to transport various parts via tweezers to a tray he had set aside. After setting one down, he clicked on the flashlight feature on his goggles and continued, not skipping a beat, as if that was a step he was going to perform anyway.

Echo shook his head before climbing into the hammock and settling himself in for the night.

At 2330, Wrecker dragged his heavy feet through the door. He clunked down one of his weapons kits by his bunk and the thud did catch Tech's attention, at least for a moment. He looked up at his hunking brother as if startled to see another being around.

"You're not going to be making noise all night, are you?" Wrecker asked through a yawn.

"I'll be quiet," Tech gave a dismissive wave. As if Wrecker cared about noise when he could sleep peacefully through a siren alarm.

Besides, Tech couldn't control what noises these experiments would or wouldn't make. He had now set up a complex array of other devices and systems in order to plug in the oscillator's pieces and see what they'd do. He switched from twisting things apart and together to typing notes furiously on his datapad. Sometimes they made noise, sometimes they didn't, but that detail only mattered when the noise indicated potential backfiring. Otherwise he didn't bother noting it.

Meanwhile, the thudding of Wrecker's movements also jostled awake the room's other occupants, most notably Hunter. The Sergeant often tossed and turned, thought Tech had never understood why. His mask and earbuds worked perfectly, got his brother in the perfect sensory stasis to manage a full night's sleep, but there were still periods of wakefulness he couldn't account for. Hunter usually said something about an overactive imagination, though Tech didn't like that answer since there wasn't much he could do with that sort of information.

While Hunter readjusted and tried to fall back asleep, Wrecker was already conked out in his own bunk. The lights on his side stayed on for a bit, until Hunter finally pulled him up to turn them off. He paused on his way back to his bed, addressing Tech.

"Start wrapping up and get to sleep," he instructed.

"I will, I will."

That seemed to be enough to calm the Sergeant down and he eventually drifted off again.

Tech was now making trips between the workbench and his own bunk, though sleep was hardly part of the reason. His bunk was less of a bed and more of... an area, to house additional parts and manuals, keep certain hand-drawn configurations he hadn't had the time to transcribe onto a datapad yet, and of course, his great mess of wires that he'd pulled from the ceiling.

It was these wires he was clipping from, returning to the workbench, finagling some kind of rig between various bits and bobs, and then analyzing the output of data that resulted on his screen. He was starting to generate more noise as a result, but he knew Wrecker would start snoring soon and his tinkering would get drowned out anyway.

Just before 0100 hours, the last of his brothers, Crosshair, finally slunk into the room. Though the sniper wasn't purposefully trying to be sneaky - he really was just minding his own business - he still was so quiet and quick that Tech didn't even notice for a while that a third bunk now had an occupant. Cross stayed awake a short while longer, quietly thumbing through a book of some kind, before fixing Tech with a stare. He didn't look away until Tech had noticed, and then he promptly rolled over and went to sleep. Tech knew what the stare meant, but he didn't have time to explain why he couldn't go to bed right now.

No right now, he was knee-deep in his work. Literally. Somehow the projects had spread to encompassing larger materials and machinery, such that they had to be stacked on the floor around him for ease of access. He'd have to crawl over the table if he wanted to visit any other part of the room at this point. But he was done with his business in his bunk with the wires, and was now locked into the tedious tasks laid out before him.

0100 turned into 0200, which then turned into 0300. Tech was like a machine himself... going, going, going. Was he making any progress? Hard to say; he wasn't measuring things like that. Progress implied a goal, an amount to get through, and right now he was still exploring. One piece put into one machine produced one result, which got noted and thought about, before ultimately being tried in a different machine, while a combination of different parts were put into the first machine, and continuous notes were made, and new ideas were brainstormed, and sometimes whole minutes would go by before Tech's eyes felt so dry that he wondered if he'd even remembered to blink...

"Go the fuck to sleep, Tech!"

The exclamation startled him. In part because he'd been so enveloped in his own world he'd forgotten other people existed. But also in part because the one who'd yelled at him was the last he would've expected.

The flashlight from his goggles illuminated a very upset clone trooper in a hammock. Echo was looking over his shoulder at him, his murderous stare cutting through the space like a laser. Tech couldn't help but gulp at the sight.

"Uh, apologies, Echo," he said, suddenly self-conscious, and for good reason. He could feel the eyes of his other brothers trained on him from all directions now. "I... didn't mean to disturb you."

"Go. The fuck. To sleep," Echo repeated himself, his voice a little lower this time, but still full of punch.

Tech nodded. "I will, I just have to finish--"

"Tech..." Hunter's drawl came from the shadows.

Tech stood for a moment, looking between the dozens of projects he was still in the thick of, and back up at Echo who seemed ready to fight him if he dared tried to ignore his request.

Order. It was more of a order, Tech acknowledged. Accompanied by a warning from his Sergeant. He nodded again, this time more in acquiescence than before. He clicked the light off his goggles, plunging the room into true darkness for the first time all night. He gingerly set down some pliers he was holding and made a few clicks on his holopad to turn it off. Echo was still twisted around to face him, and he was sure the others were tracking his movements as best they could too. Though, Wrecker did end up letting out a snore while he picked his way through the piles of machines on the floor, so perhaps not everyone was watching him after all.

Tech shuffled back to his bunk and made a show of getting under the covers and settling in. He debated whether he should call out goodnight when he heard the shifting of the hammock and rustling of sheets from Hunter's side of the room. They were turning back in for the night. He was off the hook.

Tech still let a few minutes go by before he stuck his head under the covers and pulled out his backup datapad.

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masterjedilenawrites · 6 days

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😂 Lol exactly, Echo doesn’t mess around with his sleep

A Silly Thing Like Sleep

Tech & The Bad Batch | 1.7k words

Content: one curse word, hyperfixating, "brotherly love"

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): And someone should tell Fixer Tech to go tf to sleep, I'm sensing that he doesn't do that *nearly* enough.

No one could burn the midnight oil like Tech.

A little after 2000 hours brought the first of his brothers into their room.

"Tech," Hunter nodded as he passed by. The Sergeant's hair was damp from the shower; he must have just finished training. "Don't stay up too late. Big day tomorrow."

"Yes, of course."

"You uh, going to be long?" Echo finally spoke up, having finished his bedtime routine and ready to slide into his hammock.

Tech didn't respond; he was in the middle of clamping some tweezers on a little microchip.

Echo shifted to his other foot. "Well, I'm going to turn this light out now, if that's alright with you."

Echo shook his head before climbing into the hammock and settling himself in for the night.

"You're not going to be making noise all night, are you?" Wrecker asked through a yawn.

"I'll be quiet," Tech gave a dismissive wave. As if Wrecker cared about noise when he could sleep peacefully through a siren alarm.

"Start wrapping up and get to sleep," he instructed.

"I will, I will."

That seemed to be enough to calm the Sergeant down and he eventually drifted off again.

"Go the fuck to sleep, Tech!"

"Uh, apologies, Echo," he said, suddenly self-conscious, and for good reason. He could feel the eyes of his other brothers trained on him from all directions now. "I... didn't mean to disturb you."

"Go. The fuck. To sleep," Echo repeated himself, his voice a little lower this time, but still full of punch.

Tech nodded. "I will, I just have to finish--"

"Tech..." Hunter's drawl came from the shadows.

Tech stood for a moment, looking between the dozens of projects he was still in the thick of, and back up at Echo who seemed ready to fight him if he dared tried to ignore his request.

Tech still let a few minutes go by before he stuck his head under the covers and pulled out his backup datapad.

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masterjedilenawrites · 6 days

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Rest

Kix x reader | 1.3k words

Content: hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff, caretaker's fatigue

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Someone should also tell Kix that always putting others first and neglecting his own needs is not what being a good, compassionate person is about, and that he's worth it.

To say Kix's feet were dragging on his way home was an understatement. He was one last braincell away from just dropping down on all fours and crawling the rest of the way. The med bay had been a revolving door of clones all day; injured, sick, drunk... and that was just the official problems. Off the record, he'd helped Tup study for a test, gave Fives some dating advice, and had even entertained a handful of young cadets lost on a field trip until Rex finally came to collect them.

He wasn't sure how he was still functioning as his heavy steps climbed the stairs up to the little home he shared with you. He paused at the door, keys hanging in the lock while he composed himself. He hadn't had time to message you earlier about how your day was going, though he'd meant to several times, even getting as far as having half the message typed out before inevitably getting pulled away before he could finish and hit send. You could've had a bad day yourself and he wouldn't know until he opened the door. He'd need to pull himself together to be prepared to help you in whatever way you might need this evening.

The door creaked open, an annoying reminder that he still hadn't found the time to fix that hinge since it first started acting up a month ago. The lights inside were off and the air held a sort of smoky sweetness to it. He guessed you'd lit a candle earlier, which would be a sign you were in a good mood if true. He couldn't hear you, but a brighter light glowed around the bedroom door to show evidence of your existence beyond.

That bought him some time. He could clean up a bit in the refresher first, maybe grab a bite to eat before going to see you. He decided to start in the kitchen, shuffling straight for the fridge and flinching at the light as he opened it in search of something of sustenance.

He didn't need to rummage for long to find a healthy snack, a fact he was ever-grateful for. The way you kept this home stocked, clean, and cheerful was one of many things that made him fall for you over and over again. Your love was in the details. He'd probably tear up right now if he wasn't so gosh darn tired.

No sooner had he stood, intending to heat up the little box of leftovers, than did he feel a pair of arms snake around his middle from behind. He didn't even have the energy to jump in surprise. He hadn't heard you come into the kitchen, he hadn't noticed the pool of light that now spilled from the bedroom door just a short distance away.

"Kix," you cooed against his back, pressing yourself to him as you always did.

He swallowed. He hadn't wanted you to see him like this. Not yet.

"Kitten," he replied, trying to strengthen his voice but not managing more than a breathless whisper.

Your arms immediately recoiled, choosing instead to grip his waist and turn him to face you.

"What's wrong?" You peered at him, eyes scrunched in the pale light of the fridge that still lay open beside you.

"Nothing. Missed you." Now he tried a reassuring smile. It took a lot of effort but he felt his features falling into place, and it almost worked. You almost backed off, almost let him get away with it.

But you knew him too well.

"Kix." Now your tone was sad. Pitying. He wanted to shake his head at you, tell you not to worry about him. But he couldn't quite get the words out. So you pressed on. "You were supposed to be home hours ago, what happened?"

"Nothing happened," he sighed and then caught himself upon your expectant look. He sighed again, hanging his head. "Everything happened."

The feeling of your hands rubbing the sides of his arms gave him that last bit of energy to properly share his day with you. From the mess of paperwork he walked into that morning to the back-to-back surgeries he'd volunteered for in the absence of the base's chief doctor. In his mind, he was justifying his efforts, merely listing out details of an otherwise ordinarily busy day.

"Sometimes I prefer the battlefield to the base," he ended his story with a breathy chuckle. He moved to shut the refrigerator door but your hands gripped his shoulders, preventing him from turning away.

"This is the fifth day in a row you've exhausted yourself." If he didn't know any better, he'd say you were chastising him now.

He scoffed. "I'm fine..."

"Kix," you insisted. "You have to take it easy. This isn't healthy."

He couldn't help but furrow his brows at that. "What am I supposed to do? This is my job. Someone comes in to get patched up, I can't turn my back."

"Fives talking your ear off about his date is patching someone up?" you challenged.

"He was nervous. I've never seen him off his game like that. I think this girl might be the one for him."

"He has plenty of brothers to get advice from."

"But he came to me."

"And you're allowed to say no."

"I can't."

There were tears in his eyes. He wasn't sure where they came from. He forced himself to turn and shut that damn fridge door already, plunging the kitchen back into darkness. It reminded him how tired he was, how badly he wanted to close his eyes. But at least now you wouldn't see how watery those eyes were right now.

You'd stepped closer to him. His eyes adjusted to the faint light from the moon coming from the small kitchen window behind you. It obscured your features, only highlighting the outline of your form as it drew close, but he knew what expression would be on your face now. He knew all the ways your face looked, like the back of his own hand.

"There's different ways to say no," you said softly. Your hands were now wrapping back around his torso, hugging him toward you. "It doesn't always have to mean you don't care, or that you won't help. Sometimes it just means you have some boundaries. Or that there's a better time than right now. You can't always put yourself second, Kix. You'll run yourself into the ground and then you can't help anyone. You deserve to take care of yourself, too."

You said the last part as you turned your face into his chest, pressing against him just a little firmer as if adding punctuation to your statement. He sighed, relented. The box of leftovers he was still clutching was promptly set onto the counter, and then he brought his arms around to rest onto you. He didn't have the strength to hold you back as tightly.

"If you say so," was all he could think to say.

You pulled back slightly, your breath ghosting along his neck. "And I'll keep saying it until you believe it, mister."

He made what was supposed to be a laugh, but came out more as an awkward huff. You finally left his arms all the way, grabbing one of his hands and beginning to tug in the direction of the bedroom.

"Come, lay down and I'll heat your food up. And then I'm calling out sick for you so you can relax tomorrow."

He followed you, no strength left to protest, and was soon laying on his side of the bed with your gentle hands tucking a blanket around him. You hurried off to get his food, but his eyes were already losing focus. He drifted off to sleep with your words settling into his mind.

He deserved this.

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masterjedilenawrites · 7 days

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A Silly Thing Like Sleep

Tech & The Bad Batch | 1.7k words

Content: one curse word, hyperfixating, "brotherly love"

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): And someone should tell Fixer Tech to go tf to sleep, I'm sensing that he doesn't do that *nearly* enough.

No one could burn the midnight oil like Tech.

A little after 2000 hours brought the first of his brothers into their room.

"Tech," Hunter nodded as he passed by. The Sergeant's hair was damp from the shower; he must have just finished training. "Don't stay up too late. Big day tomorrow."

"Yes, of course."

"You uh, going to be long?" Echo finally spoke up, having finished his bedtime routine and ready to slide into his hammock.

Tech didn't respond; he was in the middle of clamping some tweezers on a little microchip.

Echo shifted to his other foot. "Well, I'm going to turn this light out now, if that's alright with you."

Echo shook his head before climbing into the hammock and settling himself in for the night.

"You're not going to be making noise all night, are you?" Wrecker asked through a yawn.

"I'll be quiet," Tech gave a dismissive wave. As if Wrecker cared about noise when he could sleep peacefully through a siren alarm.

"Start wrapping up and get to sleep," he instructed.

"I will, I will."

That seemed to be enough to calm the Sergeant down and he eventually drifted off again.

"Go the fuck to sleep, Tech!"

"Uh, apologies, Echo," he said, suddenly self-conscious, and for good reason. He could feel the eyes of his other brothers trained on him from all directions now. "I... didn't mean to disturb you."

"Go. The fuck. To sleep," Echo repeated himself, his voice a little lower this time, but still full of punch.

Tech nodded. "I will, I just have to finish--"

"Tech..." Hunter's drawl came from the shadows.

Tech stood for a moment, looking between the dozens of projects he was still in the thick of, and back up at Echo who seemed ready to fight him if he dared tried to ignore his request.

Tech still let a few minutes go by before he stuck his head under the covers and pulled out his backup datapad.

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masterjedilenawrites · 8 days

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Answer this however you’d like - what you prefer overall, something underrated you want to see more of, what you want from me specifically, your current interest today, or etc. I can’t capture all the nuance and I’m really only curious in a big picture way.

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masterjedilenawrites · 8 days

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Old Friends

Boss & Cody | 1.5k words

Content: silliness, cursing, brief sad/dark moment

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): I haven't even consumed any Delta Squad material, but solely the writing on this blog made me love them all and...I think Boss and Cody would get along.

Boss slid into the booth, the familiar squeak of the red vinyl seats bringing a small smile to his face. It had been a while since the last visit to this diner, but the place forever stayed the same. He liked that. A constant among the variables of the galaxy.

Usually he was the one running late, but today it was Cody. Only just a little. The battalion commander slipped into the opposite side of the booth an appalling five minutes after their set time.

"Unacceptable," Boss shook his head, ahead of any potential apologies. He could never resist an opportunity to rag on the otherwise disciplined man. "I'll have to write you up for this."

"Feel free to add that illegally parked speeder outside to your report, too," Cody threw back at him, casting a knowing look over the menu.

"It's not blocking any exits," Boss said defensively. "Besides, not my fault they decided to tear up half the parking lot. What are they working on anyway?"

Cody shrugged, scanning the menu despite probably having memorized it by this point. The two of them had been coming to this diner for years, ever since their first deployment. It wasn't frequent, every few months or so, just to catch up and commiserate. But it was enough to have an established routine.

"Maybe I'll try one of the salads this time," Cody said predictably, as he always did. Boss knew he'd pretend to seriously consider the thought, but would ultimately tell the waitress he wanted the double-patty bourbon burger, with extra cheese.

"But seriously, are they just fixing the parking lot or are they building something?" Boss was still stuck on the unexpected construction job outside.

Cody glanced up for a moment, knowing Boss needed time to wrap his head around big changes. "From what I hear, apartments."

"Apartments?"

Cody nodded and returned his gaze to the menu. "100 floors, about 2000 tenants, mid-range pricing. They're laying the foundation next week."

Boss frowned at the news. He didn't like the sound of that at all.

"Now why would they go and do a thing like that? This is the flattest part of the planet. Barely any high-rises around. And it's quiet. 2000 tenants is not quiet."

Cody stifled a laugh. Boss was turning more into a crotchety old man by the day.

"Welcome back, boys," the waitress approached with her customary greeting. She was a middle-aged pink Twi'lek, kind but not overly friendly. She took their orders, kept their sodas refilled, and would only make one comment about being "safe out there" when they left. Just how they both liked it. Civvies were either prying into their business as soldiers, or ignoring them all together. This little diner on the outskirts of town provided the perfect sanctuary between the two.

"Glad to be back, ma'am," Cody nodded.

"The usual again, Commander?"

"Yep. Doubly-patty bourbon burger. Extra cheese. Side of fries."

Cody looked proud of himself as he recited each part of his order. This was his "cheat" meal, the one time he allowed himself such greasy, fatty food.

"And for you, Sarge?"

Boss was still frowning on his side of the table, but didn't skip a beat in getting his order in.

"Fish 'n' chips with a side of slaw."

He, too, got the same thing each time.

"And two diet cokes," the waitress filled in for them as her pencil scratched against the notepad. Why she bothered writing it down was always a mystery. Apparently they all were just going through the motions. She took the menus and scurried away, leaving the two soldiers in a brief but comfortable silence.

"Where you heading next?" Cody was the first to break the silence, always interested in what little details Boss was allowed to share about his squad's more covert operations.

"Devaron. SAR. Some sort of animal ravaged the temple," Boss said gravely.

Cody nodded. He'd heard something about that. "Terrible business," he muttered.

"Yeah. Likely no survivors. Do you remember what unit was stationed there?"

"One of the ARF troops, I believe," said Cody, just as the waitress returned with their sodas. Cody chewed on the straw while he tried to remember more. "Trauma? Commander Trauma."

Boss slurped his own drink and said no more on the subject. They'd been trained not to dwell on that part of the war, so when it did come up, there wasn't much they knew how to do to process the losses.

"The squad's all good?" Cody changed the topic. It did the trick.

Boss launched into a whole tirade about the most recent shenanigans he'd been dealing with from his team. Apparently it'd all started with some maintenance projects from Fixer on a mission the week before, and things quickly fell apart from there.

"So this fool's got half the ship in pieces, no one can find anything they're looking for, we're tripping over wires and shit. The 'fresher's out of commission so we're having to use the village's community center just to take a dump. Of course we got Scorch whining like a baby left and right. And don't even get me started on Sev...."

Boss trailed off as their food was delivered, giving him a chance to calm down as he focused on shaking out some tartar sauce for his fish.

"Wait, Sev?" Cody was chuckling throughout the whole story. He always got a kick out of a good Delta Squad tale. As well as the increase in colorful language from Boss as he got more worked up. "I thought Scorch was your troublemaker?"

"Oh no. Scorch does all the dumb shit, Sev convinces him to do it. That's the difference between a clown and a comedian for you."

Cody snorted as he leaned in for a bite of his burger. "So what happened?"

"He got Scorch to make some comment to the village elders about one of their superstitions, so the dumbass ends up getting pulled into the river and half the village is around him trying to purge him of his sins or some shit. And Sev's just feeding into it. Oh yeah, he was born on a full moon, Father Pak," Boss slipped into an imitation of the gruff sniper's voice. "He says weird things in his sleep all the time. Shit like that. As if I don't have the senator calling me every ten minutes for updates on the bomb situation, which I can't answer because Fixer won't fix the kriffing ship!"

Cody was silently laughing, his stomach almost hurting from the spasms he was trying so hard to control. He shook his head as his friend was finally able to take a breath and a bite of food.

"But let me guess," Boss glowered up at Cody's shaking. "Your boys are doing just fine aren't they? Perfect little angel soldiers, always do as they're told. Making their mommy so proud."

"You're just jealous I'm the better boss," Cody couldn't help a self-satisfied smirk.

Boss flicked a strand of cabbage at him.

"Speaking of dysfunctional units... You oughta meet Sergeant Hunter."

"Yeah? And what unit's that?" Boss didn't actually sound that interested. He was busy trying to wipe a spot of fish batter grease that had somehow made it on his blacks.

"Clone Force 99. Experimental unit. I've been sending them out on some random missions, getting their feet wet. They're wicked good, mind you, but they do have some growing up to do."

Boss continued to wipe at his lap but then looked up once the silence settled in, finding Cody giving him a meaningful look.

"I'm not the GAR's super nanny, you know" he bemoaned.

"Super nanny?"

"A dumb show the boys watch," he quickly brushed it off, not wanting to admit he was the one who was caught up on every episode. "Point is, you can't keep throwing every unruly shiny you come across my way. I thought you were the better boss here, anyway."

"And yet, it's still your name for a reason," Cody pointed out, downing the last of his soda. "You took all of Scorch's pep and fire and turned him into the best demolitions expert in the Republic."

"It'd sound more impressive if he hadn't burnt his kriffing eyebrows off," Boss grumbled under his breath.

"Fixer? A hopeless cause, now he's your second-in-command. And Sev? Well... still not sure what his deal is, but sounds like he's working out."

Boss only grunted.

"I'm only asking you to talk to the Sergeant about his team, that's all. You don't have to adopt them."

"Fine," Boss relented, throwing in his napkin on the table as an added show. "Just invite him to the next luncheon, then."

Cody's comms link started going off. The two men exchanged an understanding look. "Luncheon" was officially over.

"I think I will," Cody smirked, quickly scooping up his helmet and starting to shimmy out of the booth.

Boss gave him a two-finger salute as he fished out some credits to pay for his meal.

"Good luck with the SAR, Sergeant."

"Until next time, Commander."

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So I’m a good 3-4 episodes behind in TBB. I didn’t even realize the finale was tomorrow until I came across an untagged post. 😬 Anyway, sounds like some people may be anxious about it? Well tomorrow also happens to be my cat’s birthday! So allow me to offer some pictures of her to help in these trying times:

She’s turning 12! Hard to believe because she’s so playful and spry. She’s a really good girl and never gets into trouble, just acts silly sometimes. She’s so happy these days because we finally get sunshine on the patio again ☀️

Anyway, just wanted to share some of my joy with anyone who might need it!

#the bad batch #my cat #artemis #birthday #i’ll probs finish the show this weekend #hopefully no one’s moved on from it by then lol #i wanna talk about it!

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Marshall Commander, Sir

Cody x fem!reader | 1.3k words

Content: spice [18+ only], um... guys, this is the first time i've done any, like, actual smut and idk what tags to put 🙈 soft smut?, PIV, overstimulation, one (Star Wars) curse word, authority kink maybe??

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also, I low-key wanna call Cody Marshall Commander, Sir and see what happens >:3

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

Nights like these were so rare, few and far between. But that made them all the more special. Something to soak up, indulge in.

And oh was Cody indulging.

"That's it, honey," he murmured, "just like that. So good for me..."

His sinful words, low and thick against your ear, only barely distracted from the movement of his hand against your core. Every press, every caress, rolled your body like a wave, kept in time with the cadence of your breaths. Up and down you rocked with the waves, each crest bringing you ever higher toward the euphoria above, that blissful place only Cody could help you reach.

Marshall Commander Cody, that is.

Your third orgasm of the night swelled within you, taking you up, up, higher, higher, until you finally crashed back down. Cody removed his fingers slowly, helping wash away the stinging remnants with a few lingering touches. You were spent. Sweat was at your hairline and your body grew lax in his hold. He smiled against your skin, between the many tender kisses he was placing along your cheeks. His hand came up to cup your face as he continued; his energy was no where close to being as depleted as yours.

Oh you'd really done it with that cheeky remark, hadn't you? You were used to your husband taking his time with you. Whatever nights home he could steal would be put to good use. But this time there was something different in him. Something... insistent. Eager. Not quite desperate or unrestrained; no, if anything he was more in control now than he had ever been. He wasn't just chasing something for himself, or trying to make up for lost time, or any of the other behaviors you'd seen from him in the bedroom. He was surrounding you, clinging to you, ardently pleasing you with tireless attention.

And all because you hadn't been able to help yourself at that gala.

The invitation had been a surprise, but one you'd snatched up immediately, needing to get in the good graces of several senators who sat on the fence about your newest proposal. And then Cody's R&R came early so that he was able to join you as a date. A few glasses of champaign and successfully swayed votes later, you found yourself playing with your husband's attention just a little too freely. It had not been hard to mistake the gazes that lingered on certain parts of your body, the ones conveniently not covered by your gown. And he himself had looked so handsome in his own suit and tie.

So when the night slowed and you found the opportunity to lean over the back of his chair and whisper a suggestive little comment, you had just the thing to say.

"Care to take this dress off me, Commander Marshall?"

You hadn't left his arms for the rest of the night. Not on the ride home. Not when his head went between your thighs, securing you to his face. Not when he had first entered you, and not when he had reached his own high. It was as if he was afraid to let go, to feel more of the air than your skin.

"One more for me," he whispered now. His grip around you relaxed as he shifted himself to be more fully over you. You met his blazing brown eyes with a hazy lust of your own. You were exhausted, but not finished. You would do anything to satisfy this man. Even if all you could do was lay there.

"I'm yours," you whispered back at him, incapable of saying anything more. You used what little strength you had left to bring your legs up in invitation.

Cody grunted and pushed in, unable to hold himself back any longer. His mouth pressed hotly against yours as he began to thrust. His arms still caging you in, holding you close. His chest rubbed against yours, slick from sweat.

He made what you thought was a hissing noise at first, but upon forcing your eyes open, saw he was trying to form words.

"S... say... say it again," he finally spat out. His own eyes were screwed shut in concentration as he rocked above you. He was a man on a mission.

You hummed in a questioning tone. You'd managed to lock your ankles around his back and had your hands grasping onto the muscles of his shoulders as you felt that familiar wave breach your shores.

"What you said... at the... party..." he rasped.

Your head turned to the side, toward the part of the room the two of you had stumbled from hours earlier, discarding clothes passionately, mindlessly.

Cody grunted again and you turned back to see him shaking his head. He hadn't meant the part about your dress.

His cheeks were flushed, and not from the effort of pounding into you. He never showed that in his face. You realized he was embarrassed. Your strong and noble man, blushing at a request to be called something in bed.

A surge of energy rushed back into you at the thought. You began to scrape your nails down his shoulder blades. Your mouth twitched into a smirk. "Yes, sir."

He groaned, long and low. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck and you brought one of your hands to continue its scraping along the back of his head.

"Commander, sir."

Another groan, this time accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. He was losing control.

Which only helped you lose yours as well.

"Oh, Commander..."

You weren't trying to sound so erotic; the sound came from deep within, forced out by the constant drum of his cock inside your overstimulated walls.

"Please. Commander. Come with me."

"Kriff..."

His arms squeezed beneath you, holding you so impossibly close. It was the only thing you were aware of as wave after wave crashed between you. You may have blacked out, or you may have simply submerged yourself in the feeling deeper than you ever had. All that surrounded you was Cody and the pleasure you were creating together. Everything else was dark and soundless.

When the waves finally receded, when your wits more or less returned, you hummed against Cody's chest. He was slumped over you, panting heavily, his skin sticking to yours. But he didn't relax for long. He was too much a gentleman to leave his weight on you, even though he could have easily fallen asleep like that. He lifted himself off, pulled gingerly out of you, and used his arms to drag you along as he rolled onto his side.

You nuzzled yourself against him, sliding your fingers through his slicked chest hair. You knew once you drifted off to sleep, he would get up to clean you off and dress you properly for bed, just as he always did. Before you drifted, though, you felt compelled to acknowledge the new side of him you'd met tonight.

"I didn't realize those titles got you going like that."

"I... didn't either." His voice was quiet. You didn't want him to feel embarrassed by his desires, not when they were so harmless. And endearing.

"Well I thought it was hot," you said with a little laugh, worming yourself more into his side.

Thankfully he returned a chuckle of his own, though still a bit shaky and uncertain. "That's good, I guess. I don't know how I'm going to be able to hear anyone else call me that now, though."

You joined his laughter, picturing his face going red as some poor clone from his unit tries to give him a salute. Your bodies gently shook alongside each other. It was a quiet laughter, tired, more like hums. But it reassured you both that it had been a night well spent. In each other's company, learning together, enjoying each other. Just as you always had, just as you always would.

"Love you, dear one," he whispered with an extra squeeze around you.

"And I love you, Commander Marshall, sir," you whispered back just as you drifted away.

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Decisions, Decisions

Rex x reader | 1.4k words

Content: light angst, fluff

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also I find it so interesting how non-commitical Rex actually is; like, who would've guessed that a guy with such a spit-death-in-the-face attitude on the battlefield would be so scared to let someone into his heart.

Rex wasn't scared.

That's what he told himself.

He was just... cautious? No, that wasn't it either. Cody was cautious. Rex had learned long ago how to embrace risk and spontaneity, having Anakin as a leader.

Considerate? That might be it. Careful thought was part of the definition he brought up on his holopad for it. That sounded about right. He wasn't being hasty and irrational. He wasn't being thoughtless or stupid.

And he definitely wasn't scared.

Rex sighed, running a hand over his fuzzy hair and down the back of his neck. Putting a word to his feelings hadn't helped like he thought it would. He still had that gnawing ache in the middle of his torso. Right above his stomach, right below his heart. Combining butterflies and heartbeats into something truly uncomfortable.

"Sir?"

Rex turned to see Tup standing at attention by the door. He stood from his bunk, letting his holopad fall next to the pillow.

"Is she here already?"

"Yes, sir," the soldier nodded. "She's waiting in General Skywalker's quarters. He said he won't let anyone bother you there."

Tup and Anakin were the only two who knew about you; his little... "friend." Tup had a habit of accidentally walking in on conversations at the wrong time, but once he'd finally understood what the private meetings and hushed whispers were about, he'd promised not to tell a soul.

And Anakin hadn't been able to hide his romance with Senator Amidala from him, so it was only fitting Rex let the Jedi in on his own predicament. You truly had started out as just friends. But over time, bonds strengthened and affections grew, and most importantly, the war changed. Your trips to the Dominator as an ambassador were no longer justified as the threats were simply too great. Anakin helped get around all that. He said it was a favor to a friend, but Rex knew the Jedi was waiting for something more to blossom. To no longer be the only one in the army with a secret.

Rex strode quickly to the General's room, not wanting to give himself too much time to think, even though he hadn't a clue what he was going to say to you. He'd been kept up all night mulling it over. Going back and forth on whether to confess his feelings and ask for more than he possibly deserved, or whether to let you go like he ought to have done a long time ago. The decision was maddening. He couldn't live without you; he knew that without a doubt. But to keep you was to be selfish...

Right?

"Good luck, Captain!"

Rex halted in surprise. He turned to find Kix peeking out from the doorway to the med bay behind him.

"Come again?"

Kix looked a little embarrassed, but only for a moment. "Tup told me about your... friend. You know the boys talk a lot when they're in here."

"Do they now." Rex folded his arms disapprovingly. "And what about doctor-patient confidentiality?

Kix shrugged. "Just thought you could use some luck is all," he mumbled before disappearing.

Rex shook his head. Well, that made three people who knew about you, then. Not ideal, but he supposed Kix could be trusted.

He finally reached the desired door and took just a few moments to collect his wits. His head was sweaty all of a sudden; how long had he been perspiring like this? And his breaths were coming out way too shaky for his liking. Perhaps he should go back to his bunk for a while, meet up with you later, after he'd had a chance to decide what to say and maybe even rehearse a whole speech he could simply memorize...

The sound of your laughter on the other side of the door pulled him out of his trance. For a second, his spirits were lifted and a relieved smile fell into place. He loved hearing your happiness. The warmth you had rivaled any sun in any system.

But then it occurred to him, you wouldn't laugh for no reason. Were you watching a video of some sort?

Another's muffled voice joined your own and his stomach clenched. You were not alone.

Fantastic.

"There you are!" your cheerful voice called out as soon as soon as he opened the door. You were sitting across from none other than Ahsoka Tano, the two of you looking for all the world like best friends as you leaned in over whatever laugh you were sharing.

"You know it's rude to keep a girl waiting," Ahsoka said, getting up and starting to make her way out. She gave him a look as she passed, which Rex knew meant she was aware of everything going on between the two of you.

"Remember what I said!" she called back over to you. You gave her a little salute, and then Ahsoka left and Rex was alone with you at last.

You were beautiful. You always were. Rex clenched his fists behind his back, needing to ground himself while he still toyed with all the decisions he had yet to make in his mind. How could he let you go? How could he ask you to stay? There was no right answer here and he hated that.

"Rex," you supplied the conversation first, stepping forward confidently and bringing your hands up to grab at his arms. You pulled them apart, brought them forward so you could wrap your hands around his fists. He slowly relaxed them and you wormed your fingers between his.

"I know you are in a difficult spot," you said, equal parts softness and assertiveness. You knew exactly what to say. Where he stuttered, you filled in the gaps. When he paused, you pressed on.

"I just need you to know that this isn't a decision you have to make alone. In fact, you shouldn't make it alone. This... thing... we have, it includes me, too, which means I should have some say in what happens next."

Rex nodded. Of course, of course. But he still couldn't speak. He still didn't know what to do.

"And I get it. I know this life you have is hard. And dangerous. And full of risks if anyone finds out."

"Oh apparently several people have found out," Rex finally found some words he could say. He huffed in annoyance. "Tup, Kix..."

"Cody, Obi-Wan," you nodded, as if he'd known about those.

He started panting from the stress of the thought that there were now people outside of the 501st who knew. You snickered a little and started rubbing his arms soothingly.

"Thankfully it's only the people we trust," you reassured. "And thankfully there are a lot of people we trust. But to my point, I know it's risky. And I know there's challenges that will come with that kind of life. And...."

You gave him a smile, and for some reason, Rex knew that regardless of what you said next, everything would be okay. He smiled back.

"And..." he prompted, holding your hands just a little tighter.

"And even if this war goes on forever. Even if you're always a soldier, and I'm always the secret you keep hidden away. And even if you age quickly or I get sick or we're on the run or any number of other awful things happen... I think it'll be worth it."

You whispered the last part, scrunched your nose up endearingly. Rex found himself leaning forward just as you were, and you rested your foreheads against each other.

"Well, how could I disagree with that decision," was his response to the question that'd been gnawing at him for so many rotations. "I'm still... scared."

"Me, too. But we're in this together."

"Together," he agreed.

"Yes!" suddenly came a clone's voice from beyond the door. A chorus of other identically sounding hoops and hollers and "finally!" -s joined in. Rex groaned and you started laughing as a pile of 501st brothers burst through.

"I knew you'd make the right call!" Fives clapped him heavily on the back.

"Yeah, if you couldn't get the girl, ain't no hope for the rest of us," Jesse chimed in with a smirk.

"That was painful," Dogma shook disapprovingly. "You could've said all this weeks ago and saved us the angst."

"Sinker owes me fifty credits for this," said Hawk, already thumbing out a message on his holopad.

The hubbub continued and Rex squeezed your hand for reassurance amidst all the anxieties they were conjuring up. You squeezed back and simply mouthed the word together.

"Together," he repeated.

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masterjedilenawrites · 11 days

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Strawberry Fields

Blackout x reader | 1.4k words

Content: fluff, reference to a dark past

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also my ideal date is going to one of those public strawberry picking fields where you can just... walk around and fill your basked with strawberries, and afterwards go home and bake strawberry cake, and I'm going to drop that in this context.

Blackout had never eaten a strawberry in his life. Had never so much as seen that kind of fruit. As soon as you had discovered that, you'd set out on a mission to rectify it right away.

"I don't see what the big fuss is," he commented in the seat next to you. You were cruising down the highway, grateful that he had some days off so soon after your last holo-chat. Perfect timing for the plan you had. "What, are they like some magical food that cures all ailments and reveals the wisdom of the universe?"

He was laughing, while you were taking this mission very seriously.

"They're strawberries," you said, not really helping him understand but not sure how else to put it. "How do you not know what they taste like? Haven't you ever had anything strawberry flavored?"

He gave a playful frown.

"No strawberry ice cream?

He shook his head.

"Strawberry flavored medicine?"

"Medicine is flavored?" Now his frown was real as he mulled that one over.

You huffed in disbelief. "They're a very common fruit on a lot of planets. I don't get how you've never even heard the word before."

"I'm a clone, sweetheart," he laughed again. "My life's been ten years of MREs, veggie caps, and canned beans."

"Veggie caps?" you asked, scrunching your nose.

"Trust me, you don't want to know. Point is, it's not exactly fine dining in the army."

You just shook your head, muttering under your breath, "they're strawberries," one more time before hitting the gas just a little more in anticipation of your destination.

Soon enough, you were pulling into the designated lot. A little market stood off to the left with visitor signs on how to proceed. The rest of the surrounding view was nothing but row upon row of strawberry vines.

Blackout didn't seem to notice the impressive view just yet, too focused on trying to run around to open your door before you could. He was always insisting on helping you get out, even if you were the one that drove.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" you said in awe, still holding onto his hand even after you were out. Blackout turned to face the same direction you were, giving an approving nod.

"Well, where do we start?"

You went through the little market building to collect your baskets and pamphlets with instructions and notes on picking etiquette. The market also had straw hats for sale, which you of course convinced Blackout to buy for the two of you to wear.

From there, you were practically skipping through the rows, hand-in-hand with Blackout as you scoped out which spot you wanted to start your strawberry picking journey. You'd never done this before; it had always been a secret wish of yours to try one day, especially once you'd found yourself a partner to share the moment with. Though your relationship with Blackout was relatively new, you still felt comfortable enough with him to bring him along.

"How about... here?" you finally stopped in the middle of a vine that seemed to have some good, ripe berries. Blackout shrugged, trusting your call.

You leaned over a vine and twisted off a good-sized strawberry, and then ceremoniously presented it to your man.

"Open wide!"

He raised an eyebrow at the sight. "That's it? You can just eat it like that?"

You nodded enthusiastically. He still seemed suspicious.

"You're not messing with me?"

"Why would I do that? Now stop lollygagging and just take a bite!

Blackout shrugged again. "Yes, ma'am."

He took the whole thing into his mouth, right out of your fingers, and you gave a little laughing gasp.

"What?" he said through his munching.

"You're not supposed to eat the stem!"

"I knew you were messing with me..."

"I told you, take a bite," you laughed.

He moved his mouth around a bit, finally getting the leafy green stem between his teeth and then swallowing the rest. You rocked on your feet in anticipation.

"Well?"

He tried shrugging again, but you saw the playful smirk on his face as he spat the stem into the dirt.

"Good, right?" you pressed.

"Yeah..." he relented a little, making you laugh again.

Time passed pleasantly by from there. You both moved along the row, just a few feet apart, inspecting it for any strawberry that looked just-right. You'd pinch it off its vine and plop it into your little baskets, and keep moving along. Occasionally you'd chat about random thoughts that popped into your mind... a memory from your childhood, a new fun fact you'd just read about on the holonet... Blackout would nod or chuckle along appropriately, but otherwise stayed silent. You knew he liked to focus on the task at hand and didn't feel bothered by you supplying most of the conversation. You were just glad he'd agreed to tag along.

After a while, you looked over and noticed the tips of Blackout's fingers were stained red. You giggled. "Looks like you got some blood on your hands, soldier."

Blackout immediately stiffened. He glanced over at you, seemingly perplexed at your joke, before looking down at his hands to see what you'd meant.

"Oh."

It was like a dark shadow had crossed over his face as he clenched and unclenched his hands, and then quickly wiped them against his pants. He finally looked back at you and gave a sort of apologetic smirk before returning back to his basket.

You hadn't realized you'd been holding your breath as you watched him. You knew there were parts of his life he hadn't shared with you yet, and perhaps never would. He'd told you in the beginning, when you'd first started making confessions and commitments, that he was a soldier, not a hero. You thought you'd understood what he meant, but every once in a while he'd give you signs, much like this one, that there was so much more to his story, buried deep within. You wouldn't pry into it, not now. But you hoped someday he might let you have a little peek. Just to see. Just to understand.

"Well, I think I'm about done," you quickly tried to break through the tension you'd unintentionally created. You brought up your basket for him to see just how many strawberries you'd collected by now.

"Wait, how'd you get so many?" he reeled. He held up his basket in comparison, which wasn't even half as full as yours.

"What have you been doing this whole time?" you laughed.

"I was only picking the really good ones!"

He seemed to be back in better spirits so you shook your head in amusement and threw your arms around his neck.

"Well, I'm still proud of you," you teased.

He pretended to be miffed but was already taking off your sunhat and bringing your head to rest against his chest. He rocked back and forth with you playfully. The warm afternoon sun was starting to beat down, a few wisps of wind providing some relief. Combined with the fresh farm smells and the soreness in your hands from a good day's worth of work, you were feeling more and more at peace by the second.

"Blackout..." you hummed, trying to keep your timidness as bay. "This was a nice date, right?"

He pulled your shoulders back so he could get a good look at you.

"Every date is nice with you."

You blushed a bit at that.

"And..." he continued, sighing dramatically, back to teasing already. "Yeah, I guess this date specifically was fun, even though I lost..."

"Lost? It's not a competition." You rolled your eyes and swatted at him.

"Sure, whatever you say."

"Blackout!"

He let you go so he could raise his hands in mock defense. "Leave it to a winner to say winning doesn't matter."

You crossed your arms and just shook your head at him.

"Anyway, we done? Can I go take a nap now?" Blackout tossed you your hat and picked up both baskets eagerly.

"Oh no, mister. This date isn't over yet."

"No?"

"Nope. What do you think I'm going to do with all these strawberries?"

He shrugged. "Heck do I know. Flavor your medicine with them?"

You didn't even react to that joke. You walked up and took the baskets out of his grasp. "Time to teach you how to bake!" you said before turning on your heels and marching confidently back to the market to pay.

Blackout just chuckled to himself, watching as you walked for a bit before finally following. You were driving him crazy, you and all your cuteness. At this rate, he may just end up falling in love. Wouldn't that be a crazy thought?

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I have a cuddles request. Female reader and Fives. Reader and Echo were crushing on each other. They never got past the crush stage though. Reader and Fives were buddies too. They liked to flirt, tease and joke around. Now Echo is gone though, and Reader and Fives are devastated. Cuddles prompted 5, 15 and 20. Really they both just need shoulder to cry on. Someone to hold on to.

Snuggle Drabbles #3

Fives & reader | 840 words

Content: angst, grief, hugs for comfort

Prompts: Burying face in their chest, Squeezing them tightly, Clinging to them

Oh the huuuurt with this one! I made myself tear up a little 😥

The presence of absence... It was a thought you found yourself stuck on often these days. How you could feel emptiness, as heavy and distinct as an object in your hand. How you could see vacancy, an outline in the space of every room, your eyes drawn to the void like a moth to a light. How it was possible to notice him when he wasn't there.

Echo wasn't there. And yet, he was. His absence made him present. Existing only as a memory projected into every space he should have been but no longer would be. The voice only you could hear. The face only you could see.

That wasn't entirely true. Fives still felt him, too. You could tell. Even though he did as he was trained and soldiered on, falling into step by the brothers who were still alive, never bringing up the ones who weren't, never spending time on the things that were out of their control, like life and death, and instead sticking to the things that were, like mission strategies and which MRE to have for breakfast... you knew he still noticed the presence of Echo's absence, just as much as you did. And you knew he was hurting just as badly.

They'd both been your friends, but it was Echo you'd dreamed of. Of kissing. Of loving. Echo with his sharp mind and sweet smile, just as no-nonsense as Fives was all-nonsense. Noble and steady and good.

And just when you'd gotten the sense he maybe returned some of your affections, he'd been taken away. Just like that. No more sweet smiles. No more dreams. Just you and his absence.

And Fives.

Some days you could follow his lead and pretend you didn't see the empty spaces. Other days it was like you had to stare through a ghost to even see the face of the living friend in front of you. Today was one such day. Fives had tried a joke, the first you'd heard a while, but all that landed with you was the absence of Echo's laughter. You waited to hear it and it never came. Neither did your own.

You could see Fives's throat bob as he tried to swallow. His hands came up as if wanting to take hold of you but not daring to reach through the space in between. You realized you couldn't remember the last time you had hugged each other in greeting, or felt his playful swat against your shoulder as he teased, or even the warmth of his leg against yours as he sat close to steal a bite of your food.

And then you realized Echo wasn't the only absence you now felt.

"I'm sorry," you rasped, your throat suddenly constricting with suppressed emotion.

Fives quickly shook his head in response. "It's okay."

You stood and stared at each other, unsure how to move forward. There was this thing in between you, a void that threatened to swallow you up if you dared cross it.

"I... I want you to be okay," he said after a while. And then, in a smaller voice, "Echo would want me to make sure you're okay."

You didn't think you could speak but you made yourself try anyway. "He'd want me to do the same for you."

Fives's mouth moved into a smile but it didn't reach his eyes. His eyes, instead, were watering, darting between yours and the walls around, as if searching for something. He wiped at them and then his beard, taking in a sharp breath through his nose, clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry," you heard yourself saying again. "I... I don't want to push you away..."

"It's..." he instinctually started to respond before stopping himself.

It wasn't okay. It wasn't okay to lose one friend and not have the other to lean on. The truth was, you were afraid. Afraid to walk through Echo. To fill the void with anything other than his memory.

"It's okay," he ended up saying.

It's okay.

Fives's mouth had moved but it was Echo's voice you heard. Clear and calm and certain. Delusion or not, it was all the permission you needed.

You threw yourself at Fives, not daring to think beyond your need to feel him. Your arms wrapped around his torso and squeezed his body tightly against yours. Your face buried into his chest. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. He immediately replicated every movement and held you with all the strength and care he had. Tears fell and mixed between you. Sobbing breaths heaved back and forth against each one another until they eventually ate each other up and left nothing but defeated sighs in their wake. Desperate, clinging grasps loosened into a tender but firm embrace.

You'd taken that empty space and started to fill it again. With a promise. With hope. And it was okay because you knew he was still there, too. An echo of every new memory you and Fives would make in his honor.

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