#Crosshair told him to use the chocolate

[jedipoodoo]

Hi Liz!

I was wondering if you could do a F reader x Hunter where she gets her period and she’s moody and needs comforting. Currently in pain right now and need some fanfic to read.💕

The plot of this one came to me in a fistful haze last night and made me go to bed late as I desperately tried to write it all down before I forgot it

It's You (Sergeant Hunter x Fem!Reader)

Notes: Blood, periods, hormones, cuddles, hurt/comfort. General fluff, Hunter is trying so hard to be a good partner.

"Just leave me alone!"

You screamed, slamming the bathroom door shut. You half expected Hunter to come running after you, knocking on the door begging for forgiveness, but there was silence in reply. Well, at least he was listening to you.

You sat on the toilet to change out your menstrual product, resisting the urge to gag at the smell. You could handle a little blood, but this was mixed with plenty of other stuff.

And it wasn't just your hoo-ha, the rest of you smelled gross too, from your pits to your breath to your hair. You wondered how Hunter could stand to be around you when you smelled the way you did.

Even after you'd changed, you sat on the vac-tube, waiting for what was ready to come out of you to come out, where you could be certain it wouldn't leak out all over your clothes and make you do yet another load of laundry. Your bum was starting to get sore and you were losing feeling in your toes when there was a knock at the door.

"Cyare? It's me."

You didn't bother to groan quietly, he'd just hear you anyway. You cleaned yourself up, washing your hands thoroughly to make sure to get all the blood and gunk off them.

"I know you don't want to talk or hug or do anything, and I don't know what I did wrong but I just want to say that I'm sorry and I hope you'll forgive me."

You sat on the floor with your back to the sink, watching the door. You wondered if he'd try to open it and get you to say something.

He took a deep breath.

"And before I leave you alone for the rest of the day- and I promise that I will! -I just have one last thing to give you."

You groaned even louder this time, "Hunter, I told you, I don't want a hug-"

A chocolate bar--your favorite kind--was slipped under the door. King-size. All for you.

Your mouth watered, and your stomach rumbled over your cramps

You snatched up the candy bar and ate with the ravenous hunger of a nexu. You could hear Hunter chuckling as he turned away from the refresher door, and guilt churned your stomach. You had been so mean to Hunter, and for what reason? He only wanted to help, even if his persistent nagging drove you over the edge constantly.

You threw open the door, catching Hunter by surprise. He was halfway down the hall, and you sprinted after him, chocolate smeared across your mouth.

"Woah!" You nearly took him off his feet as you tackled him, arms clinging to his waist.

"I thought you didn't want hugs," Hunter chuckled, so he clearly wasn't upset.

"I said I don't want a hug from you. That's entirely different from me giving you a hug." You insisted.

"Is it now?"

"Shut up!" You warned him, burying your face in his muscular back. Hunter obeyed, staying still so that you could take your fill of whatever you wanted from him.

"I'm sorry I've been such a brat." You mumbled after a few minutes.

"You're not a brat, you're just on your period."

"That doesn't mean I can just be rude to you," You said, more of a berating to yourself than an explanation to him.

"Hmm..." Hunter thought for a moment. "As Sergeant of Clone Force Ninety-Nine, I hereby grant all the women of Clone Force Ninety-Nine a monthly "Grouch Pass", where they are allowed to be a bitch during the week of their period."

"I'm the only woman on Clone Force Ninety-Nine!" You said, unable to control the laughter bubbling in your stomach.

Hunter just grinned at you, "Well, congratulations then!"

You came around to his front to hug him, guiding his arms around your shoulders so that he could finally give you a hug. His arms happily settled into place, and he rested his cheek against your hair.

"Hunter?" You said softly.

"Yeah, Cyare?"

You bit your lip, hesitating. "Does it bother you? How I smell when I'm on my period?"

"What do you mean?" He had to be joking. He had a stronger sense of smell than a wookie, and he was trying to convince you he didn't care about how much you smelled like a rotting corpse while you were on your period?

You took a step back from Hunter's embrace, running your fingertips across your oily forehead. "I mean, there's all the stuff like the blood and...everything down there, and I know my pits stink when I'm on my period, and everything gets greasy so fast."

Hunter took a long time to answer your clarification, which was never a good sign.

"I'll admit it's not the freshest scent, but, I mean...c'mon, it's you."

You stared back at him blankly, "what do you mean?"

Hunter shrugged, looking you up and down, "It...it's you. I love you. It really doesn't matter to me what you smell like.

It was so sweet and so awkward at the same time, but your face flushed with heat all the same, and you buried your face in your hands.

"How am I supposed to just...I don't-" you spluttered nervously, "You can't just say things like that!"

Hunter chuckled softly, and when you peered through your fingers he was wearing an osik-eating grin.

"I can, and I did."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"If you do, you'll never get the rest of those chocolate bars."

"Where are you hiding them, you monster?"

Hunter pinched your chin to make sure you looked up at him.

"I'll tell you if you say yes to a movie night," He whispered, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

The candy wrapper crumpled in your hand and you bit down on your lip. The kriffer knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"Does this movie night involve cuddling?" You asked as he leaned in, your foreheads dangerously close.

"Maybe," He chuckled.

You laughed softly. Encouraged, Hunter pulled you into another hug.

"Don't worry, you can talk and complain about bad directing choices and out of character choices all you want."

"You sure know how to make my night, don't you?" you teased. You placed a hand on the center of his chest for balance as you kissed his cheek, and Hunter covered your hand with his own.

"Hey," He chuckled, "It's you."

#lizart writes #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch Hunter x reader #blood tw #period talk #Food tw #hunter bad batch x reader #hunter x y/n #sergeant hunter x you #Crosshair told him to use the chocolate

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 7

Echo: I told Crosshair that his ears turn red when he lies.  Hunter: Do they?  Echo: No.  Hunter: Then why did you tell him that?  Echo: Because I can do this.  Echo: Hey Crosshair! Do you love us?  Crosshair, with his hands over his ears: No. 

Hunter, texting Crosshair: Crosshair there’s a moth on the bathroom door can you get rid of it? Hunter: Pls hurry I’m going to cry Hunter: Crosshair Hunter: Crosshair Crosshair: Crosshair is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

Echo: So, what is Wrecker to you?  Tech: The reason I wake up every morning.  Echo: ...That’s adorable.  Wrecker earlier that morning, barging into Tech′s room, smacking pans together:WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!! Crosshair: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.  Hunter: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Crosshair: Seize the dick. Omega: Tech won’t come out of his room!  Hunter: Just tell him I said something.  Omega: Like what?  Hunter: Anything factually incorrect.  Omega, shrugging: If you say so.  Tech, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Omega: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Crosshair?  Crosshair: No.  Omega: I think I speak for Crosshair when I say it sounds really super.

Echo: What? I'm not aggressive!  Wrecker: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?  Echo: Survival of the fittest, bitch. 

Crosshair: Last night I found out Hunter is a sleep talker.  Tech: Oh, really?  Crosshair: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

Hunter: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?  Wrecker: *crouches down*  Tech: *kneels down*  Crosshair: *sits on the floor*  Hunter: Hunter: I hate all of you.

*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting*  Omega: *walks in and sits on Wrecker’s lap*  The Squad: …  Echo: Why are you sitting there?  Omega: There’s no free seats!  Echo: But we made sure there was enough room for-  Wrecker: *hugs Omega tightly* There are no free seats.

Echo to Omega: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are.  Wrecker, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!  Echo: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

Echo, handing a balloon to Crosshair: I have no soul. Have a good day!  Crosshair, walking off: I don't have one either.

Hunter: I’m telling you, my team is competent.  Tech, rushing in: Hunter! Crosshair tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

Crosshair: I'm not funny, I'm just really mean and people think I'm joking.

Tech, texting: O  Wrecker: What?  Tech: Don’t read into that.  Wrecker: But I will read into that.  Tech: HOW?! IT’S A LETTER!  Wrecker: Why is there a space after it, hmmmmm?  Tech: Dude, really?  Tech: It’s a fucking letter.  Wrecker: It could stand for something!  Tech: IT DOESN’T, I PROMISE!  Wrecker: Like Oppression! Or worse…  Tech: Dude, I just typed the letter O, that means nothing. :/  Wrecker: Optometrist.  Tech: Oh my God…

Echo: *shoves his scomp in the slot of a toaster* Hunter: … Echo: …I get confused sometimes. Hunter: Me too. 

Omega: Good night.  Echo: Sleep tight.  Crosshair: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.  Wrecker: Great, now Echo's crying. 

Hunter: Omega learned how to fold origami penguins from Tech the other day. I told her, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day she put them in the fridge.

Echo: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?  Hunter: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?  Crosshair: Ya know... it might be.

Tech: Hunter, I’m afraid.  Hunter: Just stay close to Crosshair.  Tech: That's why I’m afraid.

Crosshair: Don’t worry, I have a permit.  Echo: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Omega: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?  Crosshair: Omega, it's four o'clock in the morning.  Omega: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

Wrecker: *makes Hunter a cup of tea but puts salt in it*  Hunter: *sips tea*  Wrecker:  Hunter: *finishes tea*  Wrecker: Didn't it taste bad?  Hunter: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.  Wrecker, tearing up: Oh, okay.

Omega: It’s funny how well you and Crosshair get along. Didn’t he hate you at first?  Echo: Crosshair hates everybody at first. It’s his way of reaching out to people. 

Tech: Mice are having sex in my walls.  Wrecker: Tattletale!  Hunter: You're just being ungrateful.  Echo: It's their home too, you know.  Crosshair: So what? Don't slutshame them.  Tech: The mice are fucking AND now I'm getting heckled.

Omega: Guys where did Echo go?  Hunter: He got arrested.  Omega: How the hell-  Echo: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people. 

Crosshair: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!  Wrecker: Bet you I can!  Echo: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper* 

Wrecker: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!  Tech: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

Hunter: Are you ever going to listen to me?  Tech: Yes. Absolutely.  Hunter: When?  Tech: When you're right.

Omega, grinning: Before you were what?  Crosshair: Before I was-  Omega: What?  Crosshair: Before I was inter-  Omega: Before you were interrupted?  Crosshair: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll-  Omega: What?  Crosshair: *makes frustrated sound*  Echo, nervously: Stop that. Before he hurts you. 

Omega: I made this friendship bracelet for you.  Crosshair: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.  Omega: You don’t have to wear…  Crosshair: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off. 

#incorrect bad batch quotes #incorrect quotes #tbb #the bad batch #star wars

[youngcheesecaketale]

Omega’s First 4th of July

Today was a special day for Omega. Today was going to be Omega’s first time watching the Fireworks. She is 3 yrs old now. Hunter and the others tried to show her Fireworks but she would fall asleep before they EVEN started. This year they….well Tech MADE sure that she would see her first Firework show. Tech planned the WHOLE THING OUT so Omega would have a WONDERFUL and a MEMORABLE 4th of July with her family. Even her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins were coming.

Tech made sure that everyone had a KEY ROLE to make this day SPECIAL. This is what Tech gave everyone.

Hunter: Get Omega dressed into her cute Red, White, and Blue Outfit. (I found this picture on the internet)

Echo: Clean the Picnic Table and set the paper plates and plastic utensils. 

Wrecker: MAKE SURE TO NOT BLOW THINGS UP. WE DON’T WANT THE FIRE DEPARTMENT COME AGAIN LIKE LAST TIME. 

Crosshair: Picking out Fireworks and Lighting them. He was also in charge of cooking the Hamburgers and Hot Dots on the grill.

Tech was in charge of making sure the food WASN’T EATING by Wrecker and laid the food on the table. Tech had invited other Family Members and asked them to bring something too.

Cody & Obi Wan: Potato Salad

Rex & Ahsoka with their kids Jasmine & Jasper: Drinks (Beer & Soda for the Kids)

Anakin & Padmé with Luke & Leia: Chips

99 & Shaak: Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies

Cut & Suu with Jek & Shaeeah: Green Jello

Once all the rest of their family members came, they all started eating and enjoying the food. Crosshair was a GREAT COOK. Especially whenever he cooked food on the BBQ grill. Hunter made sure that Omega was in a DIFFERENT outfit so she wouldn’t get food on it.

Omega was SO HAPPY to see her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins, that she went to each one of them saying “FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS!” instead of saying hi to them.

“Are you excited to see the Fireworks, little one?” Obi Wan asked her. Omega jumped up and down saying “YES!!

“You’re not going to fall asleep like last time are you?” Cody jokingly said with a chuckle.

“NOPE.” Omega said as she shakes her head. Then Omega said this. “I’m not going to fall asleep. Wrecker and I made a promise.”

“Oh. What did you guys promise?” Rex asked when he overheard HOW EXCITED Omega was. Hunter joined too.

“Uncle Wrecker said that if I stay awake when we do the FIREWORKS, he will secretly pull me to the side so I CAN LIGHT a FIREWORK. He also told me that he would give me PIXIE STICKS to help me stay away. Uncle Wrecker told me to not tell anyone but Uncle Echo told me to NEVER LIE if someone tells you something.” Omega said in her cute toddler voice. She is still learning what a secret and a lie is.

Once Hunter heard that, he went over to Wrecker and had a LONG, VERY LONG talk about what Omega told them. Wrecker said that he was the same age when he FIRST lit a FIREWORK. 

99 overheard this and yelled back, “The only way you were able to light a FIREWORK because your DRUNK Uncle Alpha took you to a church parking lot gave you a lighter. You guys lit a FIRECRACKER ROCKET which hit the roof of the church! I don’t know how my Brother was able to sneak you out….” Before he could finish, Shaak smacked 99’s head. “The reason you didn’t know was because you were drunk!” Shaak yelled at him. 

As Tech saw this WHOLE DRAMA going on, he saw Omega getting emotional. He didn’t want her to have a FIRST 4TH OF JULY ruined. He quickly stopped the fight by yelling at them to stop as he motioned his head towards Omega. Everyone who was arguing stopped to see that Omega was crying. Hunter IMMEDIATELY picked up Omega and told her that they aren’t mad at her as he rubbed her back. Started to come down. Hunter told her that she was TOO young to like BIG FIREWORKS but that she would be able to help light a different kind of FIREWORK. She would light the others SPARKLERS after someone lights her SPAKLER. She would use her SPARKLER to light the other kids SPARKLERS. Omega was happy that she was able to “LIGHT” her first FIREWORK. She stopped crying and asked if they could do it now. They told her that they will do it when it gets a little bit more dark.

As soon as it got dark enough to light a few FIREWORKS, everyone laid out blankets and chairs on the front lawn to watch the FIREWORKS.  Hunter helped Omega get into her cute outfit. It was a little struggle getting it on her because she wouldn’t stop moving. He finally got her in it as she ran outside to sit on the lawn with her cousins.

Crosshair gave Omega a lit SPARKLER and told her to light everyone else’s SPARKLER. As was doing that, Hunter noticed that Omega’s SPARKLER was almost out. She wouldn’t get a chance to draw/write. He decided to tell Omega that she was done lighting everyone’s SPARKLER and traded her a new lit one. Omega had a BLAST drawing and writing letters. She was trying to write “Uncle Wrecker” but spelled it like this “Unkle Wraker”. She is still learning her ABC.

After the SPARKLERS were done, it was now for the REAL SHOW. Crosshair light one after another. Omega was fascinated with the colors and sounds. Hunter was afraid that she would get scared with the loud noises but she didn’t. This was a 4th of July that they will NEVER FORGET and Omega’s first FIREWORK show. She stayed awake through the WHOLE thing. Wrecker might have given Omega 2 PIXIE STICKS when no one was looking. But overall, it was a great 4th of July.

#baby omega au #tbb hunter #crosshair #tech #wrecker #echo #cody and obi wan #rex and ahsoka #anakin and padme #cut lawquane #suu lawquane #jek lawquane #shaeeah lawquane #99 #shaak ti #orginal character

[locitapurplepink]

Chapter 26

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Cid entered the cafe when she was surprised there was decoration all over the windows and there was a chocolate cake on the table.

"Hey, what's going on here ? If you guys planning for my birthday, then you guys made a mistake. It's on the next three months." Then Hunter spoke "Sorry for this, Cid but we're actually celebrate my girlfriend's birthday."

"Her birthday was supposed to be at January 1st but she was out of the town for family emergency." Omega added. Then Hunter got called by Wrecker "Hunter, I'll pick Tasya right away, she can't wait to see you."

"Got it, buddy.." then he stared at the others "Everyone, get on your postion." Most of them hiding under the table while Crosshair turned off the light.

A minute later, Wrecker opened the door to let Tasya and her cousin to enter. Crosshair quickly turned back the light on and the others jumped in front of them "Surprise !!! Happy birthday Tasya !!!"

Tasya was pleased "Aww, you guys. This is so sweet."

"Happy birthday, honey." Hunter gave her a kiss on her forehead then the couple hugged.

Next, Tasya introduced her cousin to the others "Guys, this is my little cousin, Neville. Neville, these are my friends." They said hi to Neville. "Hi everyone !" Neville said nervously.

Hunter kneeled as stared at Neville "I'm so sorry what happened to your parents. Tasya told us that you would live here. We could do a city tour later, okay ?" Neville responded "Okay."

Next, Omega came to her "Hello Neville ! My name's Omega. I'm his sister." The girls shaked hands "Nice to finally meet you. I heard you're in junior high school, right ?" "Yeah, I'm in 7th grade. Which grade are you ?" "4th grade. I'm going to the new elementary school."

Omega took Neville to have a seat "Look Neville, I know how are you feelin' now. I have no parents either. Just my brother and I living together." "Really ? How do you two through it ?"

"My brother always said as long we have each other, we will find what we looking for." Hunter put his hand on her shoulder "And realize there are good people in this world."

"And these good people wanna give you something special..." Wrecker showed a handmade book with a purple cover.

"Wait, isn't it supposed to be Tasya's birthday ?" Neville was counfused.

Omega nodded "Yeah, but there's one thing that your cousin want to do." "She wanna see you happy as much as her." Echo finished.

Tasya sat besides her cousin "That's right, why don't you read the story that they made ? You love stories, right ?"

Neville stared at the book that still held by Wrecker. She took breath and took the gift. She read the cover it "Bad Batch Enchanted ?" "That's correct, we had a hard time disscussed of the title but we agreed to put our call on it 'Bad Batch'."

"That sounds hurtful." Neville wasn't happy about it. Crosshair spoke "Yeah, but we're getting used to."

Neville sighed "Okay, if you say so..." She read the first page "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful place called 'Wildberry Land' but there was also named Queen Audrey who roled this land. When her stepbrother, prince Wrecker looking for his true love, she was afraid that her role would taken over by another woman..."

During Neville reading, Wrecker whispered to Tech's ear "Do you think she would like it, Tech told him to be quiet "You have to wait until she finished the story." Which Wrecker complained.

Neville chuckled " Meanwhile there's a simple tree house where a young lady named Tasya..." She and Tasya were surprised.

"Aww, you guys. Keep going... " Tasya said.

"Tasya lived in the tree house with the animals, including this cute squirrel named Neville. Okay, I'm in this story too." Neville was so excited.

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Inside the tree house, Tasya build her dream prince statue, her future true love's kiss with the help from the animals, including Neville the squirrel.

"Come on, guys. We have to put it all together." She ordered to the others.

"Aww, Neville. Can you image meeting with a prince ? We'll holding hands, dancing, this is gonna be perfect."

"Don't forget about the eyes." Neville passed two blueberries to Tasya.

"Thank you, Neville." She put those on the face as the other animals sat "Be hold, my true love prince." She showed her prince statue and they said 'Wow' at the same time.

But Tasya realized there was something missing. "What is it ?" Neville asked "There's no lips on it." Tasya said worried.

One of the rabbits asked her "Does he to have lips ?"

Tasya nodded "Of course." Next, she started to sing about true love prince.

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Prince Wrecker hunted a troll that he was chasing along with Crosshair. "There you are, big guy ! I'm gonna get you !" Wrecker screamed.

He gave his horse a sign to run faster, leaving the royal guard behind to do his action. He pointed to their target then threw the net to that troll.

After the net caught a troll, Wrecker put giant rocks around it.

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about !" Wrecker cheered.

Wrecker gave Crosshair a high five "Good job, buddy." Crosshair chuckled "It's my nature already, prince." "You got that right !"

Crosshair suggested "We should back to the castle."

But the prince shook his head "No way, we're not doing the reason we're out here. We'll look for a princess. If I find one, I'll marry her and live happily ever after."

"Goody but we don't wanna your stepsister waiting."

"If we find her faster." Wrecker kept going through the forest.

"This is not going well." As Crosshair thinking, he mentioned a troll who still trapped in the net which he had an idea.

As Wrecker riding his horse, he heard a female voice "Did you hear that, buddy ? She's singing beautifully. We should find that voice." He said.

But suddenly he saw a troll was reaseled and following the voice as well "What ? How did he get out from that trap ? We have to save whoever that lady is." He rushed to his destination.

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Tasya stared at outside as sit on the bay window then she stared at her true love statue.

"Just image if I met one. It would be a dream comes true..." As she talked, a turtle pointed at a troll peeking through the window, making the animals warned Tasya.

"What's wrong ?"

Tasya stared at the window and was shocked there was a troll "There she is. I'm gonna get you !" The troll broke the window and tried to get her.

Neville took Tasya to out from the roof. The troll thought got a princess but it was just a handmade statue "This is not a princess, it's not fair."

The troll quickly mentioned Tasya and Neville on the roof "I found you !"

Tasya and Neville rushed to climb on the tree and that troll followed them as well which making a tree getting heavy.

Tasya panicked "Help !"

"Do not fear, Prince Wrecker is here to rescue you !" Wrecker showed up.

At the same time, Neville couldn't hold tight the tree anymore which making Troll was threw away from them. Meanwhile Tasya almost fell off the tree.

But luckily, Wrecker caught her in time. Tasya smiled as touched his cheek "You're the prince I've been looking for." He responded "That's right, princess. And you ?" "Tasya."

"Tasya. I like it." Wrecker took Tasya as Neville hop on his horse.

Meanwhile Queen Audrey figured out from the magic ball "No, no, no, no ! I can't let that lady took my role. Unless..." She had an evil laugh as just got an idea.

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Day 9.2 Meant to Be

Fadnom; transformers Characters: Crosshairs, Drift, Jamie (OC) Rating: T Description; A night alone with Jamie results in Drift remembering the day he met Jamie and fell in love with her, but also how much Jamie has struggled since they met.

OC-tober: eating their favorite food Flufftober; (…) at first sight, love of my life

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Drift says. "I don't think she's going to be unhappy I'm not there," Crosshairs argues, "I know Jamie has been struggling, but not like that," Crosshairs hugs Drift, "she loves you." Drift finds out Crosshairs made a plan with Cade, Vivian, and Cogman. Crosshairs only told Cogman his plan. Next thing he knows, Cade and Vivian are telling him they'll go to their other house in the US, leaving the house to Drift and Jamie. Cogman will stay out of their way after dinner. "…I told them they didn't have to leave, but they thought that was better," Crosshairs finishes. Drift knows telling Cade and Vivian they can stay at the house will be pointless. He packs a bag for him and Jamie.

Drift and Jamie walk through the portal into the house's main entrance. Cogman is already waiting for them. Drift didn't think Cogman would wait for them to tell them that dinner is almost ready. He takes Jamie into the living room to watch TV until dinner.

Drift didn't think Cogman would bring dinner to the living room. He says nothing as he puts the tray on the coffee table and leaves the room, but he is concerned about Jamie's mental state. He knows tonight won't help, but he agrees with Crosshairs that Drift and Jamie need to do more things alone. You even got Cogman to make Jamie's favorite food. Drift smiles. Chicken cutlet covered in cheese and cheese fries. I've come to like this. Drift hates how he worries about how much Jamie will eat. Happy she's eating well tonight.

Cogman comes back a half-hour later with chocolate chip cookies and milk. He puts that tray on the coffee table and takes the dinner plates and tray. Jamie leans on Drift as the two watch TV and eat the cookies.

The two watch TV for two hours before Jamie wants to use the onsen. Drift thinks Jamie will fall asleep, so he goes upstairs to get clothes ready to put Jamie to bed. Drift lets Cogman know to avoid any unexpected surprises. Though the silver mech argues he has no need to interrupt them.

Drift and Jamie shower as they're supposed to before getting into the onsen. Jamie sits on Drift's lap, leaning on him. Yeah, she's going to fall asleep. Drift believes.

Jamie is asleep twenty minutes later. Drift is fine with allowing things to be different post onsen bath. He wraps Jamie in a towel and lies her on a lounge chair. He quickly rinses in the shower, dries himself, and wears his robe. He isn't worried about Jamie skipping rinsing. Drift carries her upstairs to their room.

Drift is used to dressing Jamie. He knows it's strange, but he only has to when Jamie is dealing with her medical condition and once when she was dealing with serious injuries. "Good night," he whispers, covering Jamie with the blankets.

Drift sits on the bed, remembering the day he, Crosshairs, and Hound met Jamie and her two friends. Remembering the arguing, Crosshairs and Hound did while Bumblebee argued the three femmes could be trusted. How it was love at first sight, but he made himself think about it for six months. Within that period, he learned much about Jamie, which would complicate their relationship, but he still loved her. Drift is brought back to reality when his phone rings. "Hello?" "Hey, I— what's wrong?" Crosshairs asks. "I don't want to talk about it," Drift replies, not expecting tears. "I'll be there in two." Before Drift can say anything, Crosshairs ends the call.

Crosshairs rushes into the room until he realizes Jamie is asleep. He sits beside Drift, who is clearly upset. "Hey, what's wrong?" "I don't know why I thought about the day we met Jamie and her friends." Drift doesn't have to continue for Crosshairs to understand what upset his friend. It's been ten years since we met her, and the past five years have been mentally difficult for her. It's hard to watch her struggle. Crosshairs thinks as he hugs Drift. So much for a nice night with his femme.

The two mechs move to the balcony, concerned they might wake Jamie up. The moon shines in the clear sky. "I know how much you love Jamie," Crosshairs says. "I probably shouldn't say it, considering how I'm a Cybertronian, and she's a human from a different dimension, but she's the love of my life." Crosshairs smiles, remembering the day Drift told him he loves Jamie and that he had to convince Drift to tell her. Crosshairs loves Drift but loves how things turned out, except for Jamie's mental struggle and scrap in her dimension. "I really don't believe that crap about how things happen for a reason, but even with her struggles, I think this is how things are meant to be." The two look into the room at Jamie sleeping. "You want me to stay?" Crosshairs asks. "No, I'll be fine. We'll be back after breakfast." "Ok, see you two tomorrow." Crosshairs leaves the room. Drift gets into bed, moves Jamie close to him, and kisses her forehead before going to sleep. "I love you,' he whispers, "forever." Drift doesn't know Crosshairs is watching, happy to watch the love of his life with him. Knowing it's unlikely any other bot would be happy with this arrangement and that he can still say he's with the love of his life, even if it'll never be in a romantic way.

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers drift #bayverse drift #transformers crosshairs #bayverse crosshairs #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #day 9 #love of my life #relaxing night together #oc tober #a trip down memory lane #meant to be

[imagineyourworld]

Rockstar AU

Hunter x Genderneutral!Reader (Cinderella Story)  Wrecker x Genderneutral!Reader (Love at First Sight)  Tech x Genderneutral!Reader (Enemies to Lovers)  Crosshair x Genderneutral!Reader (Second Chance Romance) Echo x Genderneutral!Reader (Friends to Lovers) 

Warnings: Slight bit of language, mean fans in the last one 

Hunter

Hunter would for sure be the lead singer

He’d be the one most people simp for, including your friends 

The same friends who dragged you to the concert, and the same friends who abandoned you the next day because they just had to spend the afternoon at the bands known hang out spot to try to meet one of them 

Little did they know that Hunter wasn’t there that afternoon, in fact he had the same plans as you, to spend the day aimlessly wandering the city streets, a new city for you, one you’re just visiting for a few days, and a new home for him, one he still needs to familiarize himself with 

You exist a small café, where you had just gotten yourself a drink, when you first met. In real movie meet cute style you walked right into him and spilled your drink all over his shirt, and the light grey material did little to hide the stains 

“I am so, so sorry”, you said over and over again as you began to search for bag for a tissue to wipe off the worst of it. To your surprise he just chuckled. It was a low and raspy sound, one that sounded somewhat familiar. Only when you stopped your search and actually looked at him did you realize why you knew that chuckle, it was the one your friends had shown you over and over again in a ton of different videos. Just your luck, that you didn’t just spill your drink on anyone, it had to be Hunter from The Bad Batch. 

“I gotta say, this is a new way of meeting fans.”  You raised your eyebrow at his words.  “Who said I was a fan?”  There ist was again, that chuckle. Even though you told yourself that it didn’t affect you, you were only human and couldn’t deny that Hunter was incredibly attractive.  “The look in your eyes. It’s alright, I get it all the time.”  You scoffed. Who did he think he was? He was a singer, not some god.  Based on the expression now overshadowing his face that wasn’t the reaction he had been hoping for. 

You apologized once more, even offered to buy him a new shirt, before you made your goodbye and tried to walk past him.  Hunter’s hand on your wrist stopped you. To be honest, you were a second away from janking your wrist from his grasp and asking him who he thought he was, a question that wouldn’t stop running around in your head.  “Before you go, how about you buy me a coffee? You do kinda owe me for ruining my shirt”, he said. Though his words were arrogant, it was his kind, almost joking, tone and the hopeful expression in his eyes that made a small smile appear on your face.  “I don’t know, what’s in it for me?”, you asked, trying to match his tone.  Hunter just shrugged.  “At the very least an interesting conversation.”

Of course it wasn’t the conversation that made you agree, not at first at least. But it did turn out to be good. So good that it made you forget who you were actually talking to, and good enough that by the end you even gave Hunter your number.

When he texted just half an hour after you parted ways, asking you whether you wanted to have dinner the next day, you realized that you would have a lot of explaining to do with your friends. 

Wrecker 

I don’t know why, but I feel like Wrecker might be the guitarist. 

Other than Hunter I don’t think Wrecker would have the biggest fan base, but his fans would be the most dedicated and loyal 

Wrecker would be most likely to date a fan. While he might not be looking for a romantic partner amongst the fans, he does try a bit of flirting here and there if someone catches his eye. 

That’s actually how the two of you met. You had been saving to buy tickets for the concert and the following meet and greet and ever since Wrecker saw you in line his eyes had been glued to you.  “You’re not exactly subtle, you know”, Tech told his brother as he followed his stare.  Wrecker nudged him with his shoulder, which made Tech stumble a bit due to his strength. That’s when he heard it, the one sound that was better than music in his ears.  “That’s not very nice”, you told him with a sly grin. 

Honestly, you had no idea where you were getting your sudden confidence from. You were standing right in front of The Bad Batch and yet here you were, making a joke. 

Embarrassment coursed through Wrecker’s veins, making him rub the back of his head nervously.  “I know. It’s... a bad habit”, he finally admitted.  It was your laugh that told him you weren’t really mad or scolding him at all, and without thought he joined in. Your laugh, if possible, sounded even more beautiful than your voice. 

“What’s your name?”, he asked.  You told him, a small blush making its way to your cheeks. Of course you had expected the band to be friendly, but never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine Wrecker being this kind. And if you weren’t mistaken he was even flirting with you. But that couldn’t be, right? He must have thousands who flirt with him every day, why would he be interested in you of all people?  “(Y/N)”, you told him.  After his next action there was no doubt left in your mind that he actually was flirting.  “(Y/N), Wrecker repeated as he lifted your hand to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles.  You didn’t know what to focus on. His soft lips on your skin, the way your hand felt and looked so much smaller in his big hand, or the way he said your name. 

Leave it to Tech to interrupt your little moment.  “You need to move it along, there are others waiting”, he informed his brother.  Of course he was right, of course you shouldn’t expect Wrecker to continue to talk to you when there were others waiting for his attention. But little did you know that letting you go was something Wrecker wouldn’t dream off. “This thing ends in half an hour. If you want to, you don’t have to but if you want to, you can wait for me in the lobby of the Park Hotel in about an hour and we’ll continue this conversation, (Y/N).” 

Part of you knew that there was the possibility that he was only looking for a one night stand, but the bigger part told you that Wrecker was genuinely interested in your company. It was that part that made you agree. And you were so glad you did, because the rest of the night spend with Wrecker couldn’t have been better. Apparently he felt the same, because just before you left he slipped a small note with his number in your pocket. 

Tech

The usual instrument for a band might be drums, but I cannot imagine Tech playing the drums. A keyboard however? That’s so Tech. 

I can’t see Tech dating a fan, but a fellow musician would be a dream come true! There is just one slight issue... 

“I can’t stand that guy! He never stops talking, every time he opens his mouth I just wanna punch his stupid glasses right into his eyes”, you grunted.  Tech had been about to round the corner, in his hands he had the setlist you had requested for your band, which was opening for The Bad Batch.  Now, after hearing those words and realizing that the friendship the two of you had been building had all been fake, that Tech had been right in trying to shove his developing feelings down, he just threw the pieces of paper in front of your feet.  “There”, he grumbled before turning around and leaving again.  You shot your friend, who you had been talking to, a confused look. 

Your band opened for The Bad Batch for a couple more shows before you parted ways. They went back to recording, while you had your first solo tour, which went incredibly well, since only a year later you reunited at a music festival where both bands were asked to play. 

“God, Wrecker, did you grow?”, you laughed while Wrecker enveloped you in a hug and lifted you a few feet into the air.  “I think I’m a bit too old to continue growing, but who knows”, he replied with a grin.  Tech tried his best not to roll his eyes. How could his brothers still be friendly with you? Wasn’t it obvious to them how much you hated him? Wasn’t blood thicker than water?  You moved away from Wrecker to greet Tech next. Your previously joyous smile growing nervous, but it still ignited something Tech wanted to put out.  “Hey, long time no see”, you started. You reached out to touch his shoulder, but before you could Tech took a step backwards, knocking over Hunter’s water bottle.  Tech saw this as his way of escape and quickly offered to get a new one, though Hunter, who knew what he was up to, shook his head.  “Take (Y/N) with you, they know the location better and can show you around.”  Tech wanted to disagree, he really did, but he knew there was no use in arguing with Hunter shortly before the concert. 

You did show Tech around, at least a little bit. You even tried to chat as best as you could, but his answers were reduced to “yes” and “no”, if he even gave you an answer that is.  Finally you reached a small supply closet in which you knew most of the snacks and drinks were kept.  “They have your favourite chocolate, I checked the second I heard you guys were showing up”, you told Tech with a smile, hoping at least your shared love for chocolate would break the ice. It didn’t.  What did break a second later, almost as soon as Tech followed you into the small room, was the door.  With a loud bang it closed behind Tech, and no matter how hard the two of you pushed or pulled, it wouldn’t budge. 

“What now?”, you asked, chewing on a piece of said chocolate.  Tech was just shoving his phone back in his pocket.  “I texted the others, one of them should come around with maintenance in a few minutes.” A moment of silence followed.  “Hey, Tech”, you started softly, nervously. “Why do you hate me?”  Finally Tech tore his eyes away from the water in his hands and looked at you, really looked at you.  “I didn’t hate you until I found out that you hate me. I still don’t hate you, no matter how hard I try-” The last part was mumbled, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it, but you did.  “I don’t hate you! Why would you think that? God, Tech, I was starting to fall in love with you during your last tour, but then you suddenly got all cold and never talked to me.”  This made Tech raise his eyebrow. He ran a hand through his hair and avoided eye contact.  “You were?”, he asked, his voice soft before it suddenly hardened again. “Then why did you tell your friend that you wanna punch me?”  Confusion and realization chased each other across your face, finally it dawned on you.  “Tech, you idiot, I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about my neighbour.”  He opened his mouth and closed it again.  “Oh... So, you don’t hate me?”  You shook your head. “In fact, I’d like to take you out to dinner. As a date. If you’d like.”  Of course Tech said yes, there was lost time to catch up on after all. 

Crosshair 

Crosshair might play the drums, it gives him an opportunity to be in the background (and let all his aggressions out)

The two of you had been dating for only a few weeks when he left the band. Afterwards he told you that he needed a bit of space, wanted to be alone for a while. You weren’t exactly happy, but you understood, though when he still hasn’t reached out to you after almost two months you decided to give him a call, only to find out that his number had been disconnected. 

It wasn’t until a couple of years later that the two of you met again. It was actually your friend who pointed Crosshair out in the crowded café and encouraged you to talk to him, to find out why he had ghosted you instead of simply breaking up.  

“Why did you ghost me instead of simply breaking up with me?”, you opened, having stolen your friend’s exact words.  Crosshair, with sunglasses and the usual toothpick between his teeth, looked up from his phone. His face didn’t betray any emotions, but you knew him well enough to recognize a hint of shock in his eyes.  “What are you doing here?”  You didn’t answer, instead you pulled up the chair opposite of his and sat down at his table.  “I asked you first.”  There it was, that laugh you had first learned to love and later to hate. It wasn’t a mocking or cruel laugh, instead it reminded you of his reaction whenever you would do something he found cute.  “How old are you?  You rested your elbows on the table and glared at him, a look that you knew from experience was one of the few things to truly make him uncomfortable.  “Old enough to be tired of your bullshit. Now answer my question.” 

Crosshair had never been a man of many words, his answer just proved that all over again.  “I wanted to start my new life without any baggage from the old one.”  Even though you had been hurt after the initial breakup, you considered yourself to be stronger because of it and over Crosshair, but his statement hit you hard.  “Is that what I was? Baggage?”  Finally he reached up to take the sunglasses off and really look at you. You hated the part of your brain that thought that he still looked good, and as if this conversation didn’t affect him at all.  “You didn’t let me finish. I never thought of you as baggage, but you were a connection to my old life, my old band, that I couldn’t take with me into my new life. But I soon realized that I made a mistake, you were more than a connection, it only occured to me after it was too late that I loved you.” 

To say you were shocked was the understatement of the century. Of course you had liked Crosshair, but even back then you couldn’t say whether you were actually in love with him.  “I know I messed up, but maybe we could meet for dinner and try again.”  Those were the last words from the longest monologue you had ever heard him speak. Crosshair put his sunglasses on again and left without another word, though he did leave something behind. You picked the piece of paper up and realized that he had given you his new number, the number you would only have to call to rekindle your relationship, but was that what you really wanted after what he did? 

Echo 

No doubt, Echo plays the base. It’s the backbone of a band and often underestimated, just like Echo. 

The poor guy’s start with The Bad Batch wasn’t the easiest, he joined the band shortly before Crosshair left and many fans thought he was the reason behind the split (which of course he wasn’t, but you know fans). Needless to say that this resulted in some trust issues. 

You had been working for the band for what felt like ages, basically from the very beginning and the second you met Echo you were intrigued. It took a bit of time, but he finally started to open up to you and now the two of you were good friends, you were actually one of the few friends Echo had outside of the band. 

Though one day your friendship was put to the test.  You were backstage, in Echo’s private room, which on itself wasn’t unusual, you spend more time with him than any other band members. What was unusual, and made Echo stop in the doorway, was the fact that you were going through his mail.  “What are you doing?”, he asked, not yet angry, but not exactly calm either.  He could have sworn that you actually jumped in shock before you turned to face him, guilt written all over you.  “Echo, I was just...”  “Going through my mail?”, he finished the sentence for you.  You knew there was no use in lying, so you simply nodded.  “Why?” 

The million dollar question, to which you knew the answer would hurt Echo, and possibly your relationship.  “I was looking for fan mail.”  A gentle smile was now on Echo’s lips. He stepped closer to you, so close that he could take the envelope you were holding out of your hand.  “You’re doing a terrific job, but I don’t think you get any fan mail, especially not send to my room.”  As if to prove his point he opened the first envelope and started reading. At first his expression didn’t change, then it darkened. Before he could finish you ripped the piece of paper away and threw it in a far corner of the room.  “Is that what you were looking for? Hate mail?”  You knew there was no sense in denying it any longer.  “I’ve been trying to hide it from you, but you get a lot of letters like that. Everyone gets them once in a while, but ever since Crosshair left it’s been a lot.” Echo’s eyes flitted from your face to the letters you were still holding in your hand.  “You’ve been doing that all this time? Why?”  For some reason the obvious shock and disbelief in his voice broke you more than any words directed at him ever had.  “I don’t want you to take what those idiots say to heart. You... You’re perfect just the way you are”, you told him, whispering the last part.  Echo stepped even closer to you, so close that you could feel his body heat through both of your clothes. So close that you had to lift your head to continue looking him in the eyes.  Slowly Echo took your chin in his hand, his thumb caressing your jaw. The other hand found its way around your waist and you cold feel the cold prosthetic through your thin shirt.  “I think you’re perfect as well”, he whispered.  Your eyes widened at his words. He had heard you, and he thought you were perfect. Perfect!  “Echo, I-”, you started, but he interrupted you.  “Since we’re both perfect, maybe we’d be perfect for each other.” A blush crept up his neck as he said those words. You reached up to wrap your arms around the reddening skin.  “Maybe we could find out over dinner tonight.”  Echo smiled at you, a smile that made you question how anyone could hate him for what had to be the millionth time.  “I’d like that”, he said as he leaned his forehead against yours. 

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This AU just popped into my head and I had to write it down. At first I wanted to make the 501st a band, but I wasn’t quite sure what to do with Anakin and Ahsoka in that scenario, but then it occured to me that the Bad Batch as a band would fit even better, I hope you agree. 

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[tragedy-for-sale]

The Horns are Fake

The fog in my head, it thickens. Nothing is clear anymore.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───

I wasn't always this shitty, I know I wasn't. I used to be happy and I used to smile and laugh. I also know that it is that version of me that my brothers love the most, the me I will never be again. The me who wasn't afraid of love.

Crosshair laid there, staring up at the ceiling, he could hear his brothers talking. He knew he'd snuck into Wrecker's bed sometime during the night, but he wasn't surprised to find himself in his own bed now that morning has come. They still take care of me. He rolled onto his side, he smiled as he saw them, all happily sitting at the table.

He didn't get up to join them, not yet anyway, he really just wanted to watch them be happy, without him. 'We're happy without you,' That thought never bugged Crosshair as much as it should have, he had come to terms that if they were ever in the position where.... Where one of them wouldn't make it out, it would be him. Crosshair would make sure of it. He was the one they'd missed the least. He was the whose death wouldn't rock their galaxy. They could and would be happy. Without him.

But Crosshair, he would never smile again if one of them was gone. He watched Echo come in with cups of caf for everyone except Wrecker, his mug had chocolate milk in it. He watched Wrecker smile greatly, practically ripping the cup from his brother's hand and downing it, then and there. He saw Tech working on one of Echo's prosthetics, the one he wore when they had a mission. Hunter, oh he was laughing. How wide was his smile. His smile, Crosshair thought, was so contagious. So Crosshair smiled more, he saw his brothers, alive and happy and it made him happy, so happy was he that he just had to get up. He got up and walked over to them, they welcomed him with open arms.

"Ah, sleep good, Buddy?" Hunter asked, as he got up to go get a mug for him. Wrecker's grin grew, if you believe it to be possible, and he pulled Crosshair into his infamous morning hug.

"Yes, I did." Crosshair nodded, hugging Wrecker back, not moving away from his brother. Tech nodded, he was occupied in his work, but Crosshair knew that was simply Tech's way.

"We were just going over the next mission," Echo caught up Crosshair as Hunter came back and set a perfectly made cup of caf in Crosshair's reach. While no one was looking, Crosshair let Wrecker steal a sip. Wrecker wasn't allowed to drink the caf, but Crosshair liked to break rules, and it made Wrecker happy. He'd make Wrecker happy, so it was absolutely worth it.

"That sounds like fun, so glad I decided to get up." Crosshair took his mug to take a drink of caf. "Where are we going?" Though Crosshair asked a question, he did not listen for the answer. Instead, he zoned out, still tired.

As he sat there, zoning out in the precencse of his brothers, the world started to fade, their faces started to blur. Crosshair shook his head, he was back in the moment, he was back with his brothers.

"No you aren't-"

"What?" Crosshair's head shot up, startled. All his brothers gave him a look of confusion.

"Echo-" Tech looked at Crosshair, "He thought he was gonna be in position F, I was saying he wasn't actually going to be there, even though that's what the plan says." Tech caught him up. Crosshair nodded, taking a slow sip of caf as his jitters died down. "As I was saying..."

"You should wake up," Wrecker whispered. Crosshair looked up, but Wrecker wasn't even looking at him, he couldn't have possibly said anything, for he looked as if he was stone, turning grey.

"Guys," Crosshair sat up, all his brothers looked at him but Crosshair jumped when they did, for there his family stood but their eyes, glowing red as their form faded to shadows. Crosshair fell to the ground as he tried to get away from them. But they didn't go after him, they looked at him. Crosshair took a shaky breath and shook his head.

"Crosshair." Hunter said, "What is it?" Crosshair opened his eyes and he was back at the table and there they were. He looked to Wrecker, he was no longer a statue. He then looked back to Hunter, he was giving him a slightly impatient look.

"I," Crosshair rubbing his eyes, "I think I should go back to sleep, I'm seeing things." He told them, but he didn't stand up.

"If you want to go back to sleep, we'll catch you up later, go sleep." Tech looked at him, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "Rest up," He then turned back to their family. Crosshair nodded, a nervous feeling settling in his gut. He looked up to Wrecker.

"Night!" He said, pulling him into a hug, but when he did, Crosshair fell right through, hitting the cold floor. He was back in the world of shadows. Crosshair saw his brothers in their monstrous forms, but even those versions of them begun to fade away. You should wake up soon.

Crosshair jolted, panting for air as he sat up. He was back in bed, oh, what a terrible dream. He rubbed his eyes, his head aching. "Wrecker," Crosshair turned as he moved to get up, they were on Kamino, not the Maruador. "Wrecker." Crosshair muttered again, mind you, Crosshair was rubbing his face, he did not notice his brother wasn't there. So when he still did not get a response, he looked up. His stomach dropping.

"Oh," the realization settled in. He was on Kamino, his family however, was on the ship. They had abandoned him, he'd forgotten. Crosshair shook his head and forced a glare as he got up. Time to get ready for the day. There was moment, yes, a moment that only happens when he wakes. He forgets in the night but then in the morning, he remembers. His family left him for dead, they were not so loyal. But all the same, when Crosshair woke up, he didn't fault them, he didn't hate them, for he always knew they'd get sick of him, he knew that they'd one day abandon him,

He always knew he was the expendable one.

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No one wants to be the boy who feels too much

#see it was angsty #then fluffy #then angsty again #Bwhahaha #I need Crosshair in an episode again #I'm going to be pissed if he isn't in the next episode #like good lord #they got their debt paid off #can they PLEASE go get their fucking brother #clones #star wars #clone wars #tcw #sw #bad batch #tech #wrecker #the bad batch #Hunter #Crosshair

[the-silentium]

A story of freezing cold and scorching heat

Masterlist - A story of shirts - A story of having each others back

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Words: 2748 words

Warnings: Fluff for today only ~ (I know, how unusual)

Request:

A/N: Generously brought to you by my baby of 6 years that offered me roses, cookie dough, ice cream and a romantic dinner. To all those missing such a loveable man/woman, please have this piece of fluff to keep you warm 💜

Taglist: @haloangel391 / @clone-rambles / @mandaloriandin​

"Are you serious right now?" The only answer you got was a snicker from the other side of the door. "Wrecker I swear! If there's only cold water when it's my turn, I'll eat all your secret stash of cookies!" 

"You wouldn't dare!" He yelled, slight panic wrapping his words. 

"Don't challenge me." You crossed your arms on your chest even though he couldn't see you from his spot in the shower. 

A silence passed before he tried to hit you under the belt. 

"You wouldn't because then you'd be fat." 

You rolled your eyes at his poor attempt. You knew his stash had a big total of two and a half boxes of cookies, nothing to transform you into a Hutt even if you ate them all in one evening by yourself. Maybe you'd puke, but this wasn't the matter at hand. 

"Nooo because I'd share with everyone but you." You childishly replied, hoping that this would finally scare him enough to get him out of the shower and let you some hot water.  

"I'll hurt you." He threatened. 

"No you won't. One, because you're not like that, and two, because there's the 'no hurting your teammates rule'. Hunter would be really disappointed." You chuckled at his frustrated groan. 

More time passed and you had to hit the door a couple of more times to get a reaction. 

"Okay. I'm getting out." He said it so innocently, not at all defeated to have his pleasure ripped away from him. No, you weren't falling into that trap. 

"I'm not dumb Wreck. There's already no hot water left." 

The silence told you all you needed to know. 

"Cookies for me it is!" You yelled as you dashed to his bunk where he tried to hide his sweets in the empty grenade box he kept under his boxers. How you found his stash in the first place was a story for another time. 

As fast as lightning you ran out of the barracks to jump out of the Marauder just as Wrecker emerged from the fresher with only a towel around his waist, water still running down his bare torso. 

"They're mine!" He desperately yelled after you, not daring to follow, not when the ship was based on a snowy planet. 

"Wrong! They're mine now. Fairtrade for hot water must I say!" You bragged, stuffing one cookie into your mouth, ignoring the cold snaking its way into your clothes, and freezing over your feet in seconds. Damn you. Barrelling out without your boots. 

Your smile grew at his apparent anger that built at each chocolate cookie passing your lips. You were at your fourth when he snapped. 

"Fine! Hope you like the cold then!" He pressed the button to close the door and smirked as he watched you try to reach the ramp in time. 

"Wrecker!" You pounded on the door, already feeling your resolve crumble as shivers ran up your spine. You tried hitting the opening button from your side but it came without surprise that it didn't work. He had locked the commands from inside. "Open the door!" 

"No." 

"Please open the door!" Your feet were already tingling at this point. Cursing your low-temperature intolerance, you continued to hit the door with the bottom of your fist, the cookies still safely stacked under your left arm. "Wrecker, please!" 

You really were getting desperate fast whenever cold was involved. 

You stopped pounding at the lack of answer, instead leaning your head on the cold metal to hear his faint footsteps walking away. You yelled his name again but it quickly became evident that it was no use. 

Tech was aboard the ship but had plugs in his ears to muffle the sound of yours and Wrecker's singing earlier, and Maker knew that Tech could work on his prototypes and equipment enhancements for hours on end. He was the one that had the least chance to let you in. 

Then there was Hunter and Crosshair who went into the nearby village to get some medical supplies after someone used all the bandages to prank another someone by tying them to a chair in their sleep. 

They were gone for a while now, hopefully, they were on their way back and would make it before you froze to death. 

Resolved to your fate, you crouched in a tight ball under the ship where the wind was blocked by the big boulder nearby and munched on more cookies. If you were to die on a snowy planet, better be with your stomach full of sugar. 

You finished the already half-eaten box and used the cardboard to protect your feet a little of the snow by stepping on it. It didn't help much as your socks were already soaked but it did alleviate some of the cold. 

You had to admit, the cookies were delicious and you would have felt really bad for eating them without Wrecker if only he hadn't locked you out. 

Half a payback plan later, footsteps crunching on the snow reached your ears and you suddenly lifted your head to pinpoint the location of the newcomers. 

A yelped escaped your throat as you hurriedly jumped to your feet when your eyes found the two dark helmets walking your way, hitting your head on the underside of the ship. You winced, immediately returning into a fetal position to grad at your head, dropping the boxes to the ground. 

"What are you doing outside?" Hunter reached your position in a light run, his gloved hand reaching for your tingling cheek. 

"Wrecker locked me outside." You groaned, still massaging your scalp in hope that maybe the attention would appease the pain. 

"Because you ate his cookies?" Crosshair pushed the discarded container with the tip of his boot. 

"Ya. Because he used all the hot water." As the pain faded away, you lifted your head to meet their impassive helmets and offer a quivering smile to the two commandos. 

"Not again." The sergeant growled before passing his own supplies to Crosshair in favor to carry your shivering form in his arms to the ramp. 

With the push of a button on his vambrace, the door opened and in a second you were out of the biting cold and melting in your boyfriend's arms, warmth finally coming into contact with your skin. The relief was short-lived as the hot air worsened the tingling in your hands. You winced in silence, although it clearly didn't go unnoticed. 

"Cross," Hunter started as the sniper dropped the supplies on the nearby table, "cuddle duty. Gotta have a talk with Wrecker." 

"With pleasure." You chuckled as you were passed from one clone to the other like you were about to break. Well. Maybe you were. 

The 5 steps separating you from the barracks seemed endless now that you had the opportunity to cuddle with a sniper that radiated warmth as much as a high performing furnace. The best in the situation was that he couldn't deny your freezing hands and gods, they were ice cubes. 

You got carefully laid on your bunk in which you sighed because it was warmer than the cold composite armor that was pressed against you seconds ago. Your fingers gripped the covers thrown on top of you to pull them all the way to your nose, leaving your eyes out of your cocoon to admire the soldier stripping from his armor. 

A smirk stretched his lips as he caught you staring. He then proceeded to keep eye contact the whole time he removed the pieces of armor, trying to make you squirm under his gaze. 

It was something he did often now that you passed more time together and that he allowed you to be in his personal bubble more often. His new goal now that you were aware of his feelings was trying to make you blush and avert your eyes with a gaze that told you everything that passed through his head. And he had a really, really filthy head. 

Soon the heat on your cheeks was too much, prompting your fingers to pull the cover higher over your head to create a barrier between his heated thoughts and your fragile mental state. 

It took a bit more than 30 seconds for him to be in his blacks and slide under the covers to wrap his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to his comfortable chest. The abrupt change in temperature hurt for a couple of seconds but faded quickly in favor of a pleasant feeling of finally thawing onto this armless container of condensed fire. 

"You two really have to stop messing around." He whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. 

"He started first." You snuggled into his neck, careful to keep your hands off any patch of unprotected skin. You didn't want to bristle him with a sudden icy touch to the sensitive skin of his waist even though it was what you desired the most at the moment. 

"You're childish." He sighed into your hair, a small pressure onto the top of your scalp made you perk up in wonder. 

Your eyes met his, the dim light passing through the crack of the barely open door allowed him to find your gaze in the dark. A quick flicker of his eyes to your lips made you grin to cover up your accelerating heartbeat. 

"But you like it." You held his gaze this time, not flinching like your body wanted to. 

"Wrong." You frowned, genuinely confused and a bit hurt. "I love it." 

His fingers caressed your cheek and with a really slow movement, brought his face closer to yours. You had plenty of time to pull away or hide in his neck or pull the covers over your head but you didn't. You couldn't. Not when this was what you wanted for weeks now but was too coward to ask or initiate the move. 

His chapped lips met yours tentatively. It was a simple ghostly feeling like he still wasn't sure if this was fine until you reached for his cheek to pull him to you and the dam broke. 

You followed his rhythm, more than happy to follow his lead because you couldn't think at the moment. It was happening. You were kissing the grumpiest clone of the GAR and Maker does it felt good. 

It wasn't rushed, this first kiss was to be perfect, an exchange of silent words and repressed feelings that finally got to be acknowledged and heard. 

Reluctantly you pulled away to allow air in your lungs again, the lightness from the lack of oxygen mixed with the excitement of the moment left you drained. Your breath mended with his as he kept hovering over your face, following your lips when you finally let your tired body rest onto the pillow for support. 

He stayed close, merely an inch away, breathing in tandem with you until you captured his lips again in a more demanding rhythm that he happily obliged. This time you needed more and more you got. More pressure, more speed, more tongue. Although it was never practiced before, the kiss never became sloppy and you felt it, Crosshair was focussed on your own movements this time, adapting himself to your needs. 

Huffs escaped your lungs as you separated yourself from him to hide in the crook of his neck and calm yourself down in the safety of his arms. 

Unbeknownst to you, his hands had entangled themselves in your hair and your shirt, the hand on your lower back gripping the fabric to keep himself from going further. 

He rolled from his side to his back, pulling you with him. Your cheek rested right above his heart that was amazingly steady although a bit fast, nothing compared to your frenzy one. 

You moved slightly to put you more comfortable, one leg found its home between his and your left hand dared to reach for the hem of his shirt to touch the skin hidden under the layer. A kiss on the forehead along with the acceleration of his heartbeat pushed you to sneak your hand further up, palm fully touching the bottom of his ribs and thumb moving along the top of his abdomen. 

You thought he would hiss because of the difference of temperature that was still apparent but no. A sigh filled your ears and it almost made you sigh in turn, he really was warm and shit, these blacks were warmth blocking you!

"I've heard you talking to Tech a bit ago." You hummed as your brain tried to remember what you discussed with the engineer 'a bit ago' but couldn't remember. Hell, you talked so much with Tech that you couldn't tell what you talked about during lunch yesterday. 

"What about?" His hand in your hair moved from the back of your head to the space between your shoulder blade, right under the collar of your shirt as you did with his. 

"A holiday on your planet. One where lovers exchange gifts to express their feelings." Oooh.

"Valentine's day." You nodded, knowing where this was going. Could he really know that the V day was today? Did he consult Tech? 

"I got you something." He whispered like admitting this too loud was going to create a catastrophe. 

You whined as he slowly untangled himself from you, already missing the warmth and comfort of his slim body. 

"Won't be long." He chuckled while replacing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"It's already too long." You pouted, hoping that your bottom lip poking out would make him stay. Your eyes saw the hesitation in his as he glanced at your mouth. You almost cheered, but then he turned away and exited the room. 

Huffing, you pulled the cover over your head to enjoy in the warmth left behind by his furnace of a body. 

Valentine's Day has never been a holiday that you liked very much, mainly because you were alone and seeing everyone around with their partner made you angry and envious. You tended to hide in your tiny house or pass the day roaming around the jungle, away from the affection that was never directed at you and all the words of love spoken with a passion that always made you ache. 

A forced cough caught your attention, breaking your dangerous train of thought. The light illuminating the room was totally unexpected, causing you to wince and squint your eyes to see what was happening. There before your bed stood Crosshair with three flowers in his hands, their blue petals faded into a soft white towards the middle. They looked almost made of snow and ice, their extremities catching the light to sparkle like tiny diamonds. 

"I know the holiday wants lovers to exchange red roses but there aren't any he-" 

You cut him off by jumping at his neck, hugging his body tightly as tears ran down your cheeks to wet his shirt. The hand not holding the flowers moved upwards to gently stroke your back. 

"I love them." You pull away, still crying but smiling brightly. 

In the snap of a finger, he became very serious, his eyes almost hard on you, although you came to read this expression as 'I'm not messing around right now so listen'. 

"I love you." 

And you knew he did. Crosshair wasn't a teller, he showed people how he felt. You're an ass? A punch in the face will do perfectly. Overconfident? He'll make you doubt yourself with a simple gaze. You mean the world? Suddenly you had a buddy to hear about your fears and nightmares, a steaming coffee was always ready for you whenever you woke up from a hard night, reassurances would be whispered in your ears when you started doubting yourself, you would always have someone to make you smile at the end of the day and many more good thing meant to make you feel valued, wanted, loved without even asking anything. Yes, Crosshair talked through actions and you noticed every single one of them. 

"And I love you too." Hands reached for his cheeks once again to stroke their skin while your lips met his in a new dance. 

Without watching, the sniper set the flowers on the nearby bed to return to the comfort of the covers where you passed the rest of the evening on cuddling duty, occasionally throwing some kisses into the job.

#crosshair x reader #bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader #hunter x reader #tech x reader #sergeant hunter #star wars #clone wars #clone force 99 #murphy day #fluff

[writer1]

A Wolf’s Sugar Rush

Warnings: Death, past death, death of children referenced, overindulgence of candy, belly aches, body horror, transformation, Vomit, trauma, intense sugar rush, craziness, self hate, guilt, lots of guilt.

A/N: This is a collab between me and @ahsokatano-thetogruta, we both hope you like it. This is in our One Big Family AU. Rebel bad batch designs are based on this art by @d-does-art

Stutter sneaks quietly into the Havoc Marauder, smiling to himself. He has been smelling a sweet smell from Wrecker’s room for the whole month since his chip was removed, and he’s ready for some candy. Stutter quietly sneaks into Wreckers room, and sniffs. Once… twice... Bingo. He goes under the bed and pulls out a giant bag of candy and chocolates! Stutter’s eyes light up for the first time in about fifteen years. He then freezes when he hears a squawk, turning to see Mrs Clucky staring at him. His eyes narrow. “Wh-What are you loo-looking at?” He then walks out of the marauder and runs to his room, hiding in there. 

He reaches in and pulls out a piece of chocolate, he places it in his mouth and hums, then he starts digging in. He knows he’s probably overindulging, but he doesn’t care, it’s been too long since he’s had the sweet delicious taste of candy.

xxx

Kanan and Ezra walk through chopper base, they are heading to training when-- “Whooo!!!” They both freeze as they see Stutter go running by with a bucket of paint. “What the--” Kanan whispers, as both him and Ezra go running. They turn round the corner, running into the landing bay, seeing Stutter splattering purple paint all over an Y-Wing. Everyone is confused. They’ve never seen this much energy in an old clone before. Stutter is unable to paint right, making a mess everywhere. Ezra can’t help but hold back laughter, while Kanan just raises an eyebrow.

 Stutter lets his craziness run wild, messily painting Tookas all over the ship, creating, what he thinks in his mind, a masterpiece. “Fin-Finished!!! Wh-What d’you g-g-guys think?!” Stutter gestures to the purple massacred ship. Ezra takes a moment to compose himself, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. “I think it looks great, Stutter! What do you think, Kanan?” Ezra smiles widely at Kanan, making the Jedi look down at him with a slightly scrunched up face, turning to Stutter with a smile “It’s, uh...very expressive and colourful.” 

Stutter smiles, lips twitch slightly, so does his eye. Kanan and Ezra both get concerned looks, but before they can ask what’s wrong, Stutter runs past them, yelling-- “NYOOOM!!” and running off. Kanan and Ezra go running after him, chasing him around the base. “How much energy does an old man have?!” Ezra yells, Kanan shrugging and sighing. “Usually, not this much.” Stutter has run pretty far ahead, but he slows down a little, almost to a jogging pace.

Kanan and Ezra catch up a little, seeing Stutter transforming as he limps along, not stopping. Though he should, because his legs are rearranging and cracking into haunches, making him stumble a little, but regains his balance. Fur has sprouted all over his much larger body, civilian clothes ripping to shreds, save for his pants. A tail grows long and swishy as his face elongates into a snout.

He growls a bit, but then once it finishes he goes running, Kanan and Ezra’s eyes both widen, and they look at eachother. “I think we might need help.” Ezra whispers, and Kanan nods, then he pulls out his comlink. “Hera, come in.” It’s only a few seconds when he gets an answer. “Yes, Kanan. What is it?” “We need help, something’s wrong with Stutter, and he’s transformed and is running all over the base!” 

“What! Is he hurting anyone?” Hera asks, but Kanan sighs. “No, of course not, he just seems to be… I don’t know, full of energy.” Hera hums. “I’m not sure, but me, Sabine and Zeb can come help catch him.” Kanan smiles and breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks Hera, I just… He seems happy right now. I’m just not sure what is going on.” “We’ll figure it out, Rex and the others should also be back soon, so they can help.” Kanan nods. “Roger that, we’re still near the landing bay, but I’m not sure how long till we’re far away.” Kanan turns the comm off as he continues to run after Stutter, followed by Ezra.

xxx

Rex and the others all get off the ship, happy to have completed the mission. “Yeah!! Another mission completed!!” Wrecker yells Excitedly, making everyone smile, even Crosshair. “Calm down, Wrecker. This isn’t by far our first--” Everyone freezes as they see the massacred Y-wing. “What the kriff.” Hunter whispers, then he and the others notice the Tooka. “Stutter did this?” Jesse asks, and Rex’s eyes get a confused look, then Fives pales. “Hey, Wrecker. Did you not have a stash of candy hidden in your bunk? A large stash?” Wrecker laughs excitedly. “Yeah, why--” He freezes as the realization dawns on everyone. “Uh oh, that is not good.” Tech says, as Rex facepalms.

“Shit, come on, let's go find him.” Rex tells them, and they all sigh. “Wrecker, you know how Stutter is with candy.” Hunter scolds, but Wrecker shrugs. “It's been in there since before we rescued him, I forgot.” Hunter sighs, but Rex smiles. “Hey, it’s not your fault, Wrecker. At least he might have had some fun, this is the first time he’s drawn since…” Everyone nods in understanding, knowing that Rex is referring back to order 66--

“INCOMING!!” The sound of Ezra yelling makes them turn to see a giant blur of grey and brown charging towards them. Their eyes widen and Rex suddenly shouts-- “Move!!!” They all do so, jumping out of the way as far as they can, hearing the heavy footsteps run past them, Stutter laugher and acting downright crazy.

Rex lets out a groan as he stands up, hearing Fives laughing his ass off as he floats above them, whispering under his breath. “I’m getting too old for this.” The rest of the bad batch get up, Crosshair laughing at his baby brother. “Aren’t we all.” “Well, I’m not.” They all glare at Fives, who shrinks down, “Sorry.” He whispers, getting a sad and almost scared look. He floats down and both Jesse and Echo pat him on the back. “It’s okay, we know ya didn’t mean it.” Echo tells him, making Fives smile at them, almost sadly as the others nod as well.

A moment later, the ghost crew runs up to them, Ezra stops right next to Rex, out of breath. Rex chuckles and pats the sixteen year old’s head “You alright there, kiddo?” Ezra holds his ribs, obviously fighting a stitch. “We--....We’ve been... chasing him…. for an hour. How is he so fast? He’s nearly as old as you, right? Like, you’re fifty years old aren’t you?” Ezra is so out of breath, but soon recovers, so do the others.

Rex laughs and rubs the back of his neck “Well, we make look old, but we are actually only half our age. Stutter is only twenty five years old.” Ezra’s eyes widen, then his face heats up in embarrassment “Oh, sorry, I-I didn’t mean to call you old.” Rex smiles sweetly, about to talk, but Tech starts talking “No need to be sorry, us clones all have accelerated aging, so it is very often that we are mistaken to be older than we actually are. Studies say that--” “Shut up, Nerd. we know, you love to spout out facts. But now’s not the time.” Crosshair says, nudging Tech’s shoulder and then signalling in the direction that Stutter ran off to.

Rex sighs as Kanan looks over at him. “What is wrong with Stutter?” Rex barks out a laugh, as the others smile. “Stutter can’t handle sugar very well, and it seems that he ate Wreckers stash, so he’s just on a sugar rush. It’s happened a few times before.” Kanan internally facepalms, how was he so dumb not to think of that. “How did I not think of that? So this has happened before?” Rex nods as Crosshair chuckles. “Yep, the first time our poor Vod threw up on Kix’s shoes, as we were told. We..uh..weren’t there.” Crosshair frowns, trying to forget about what they had missed while they were separated from their Vod’e. Jesse smirks. “I was, it was hilarious, Kix was so grossed out, ha.” Everyone gets sad looks when he s[eaks about their missing Vod, but they brush them away for now.

Kanan chuckles. “He is fast, even when he was in his human form.” Rex nods. “Yeah, Stutter seems to get inhuman speed when he has a sugar rush, we still don’t understand it.” He then turns in the direction Stutter had gone. “Hey, Stutter! We’re back!!” They all wait a few minutes, as Sabine and Zeb leave. Then-- “R-Rex!!!” Stutter comes bolting around the corner, making Rex’s eyes widen. “Stutter! Wait, no--” Stutter slams into Rex, unable to stop and he falls on top of him, Then he quickly jumps up and starts running again. Rex sits up and rubs his head as the others bust a gut laughing.

“How long until he’s going to crash?” Hera asks, making Rex groan. “Matters how much candy he ate, it could be a bit though. Usually he’ll slow down a lot, then crash on the nearest person sitting. It’s pretty cute actually.” Rex tells them, and Echo nods. “Yeah, although it’s also a bit sad, when he gets a stomach ache in the end, but he’s always okay.” Rex smiles at Echo as he stands up as he stretches. “Lets go look for him, I can also transform so at least one of us can keep up with him.” They all nod, but Ezra looks up at Rex, frowning a little.”Are you comfortable with transforming in front of us?” Rex nods his head, returning the smile.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind at all.” Then follow Rex as he walks to Stutter’s room. They find all sorts of candy wrappers on the floor as Rex starts peeling off his armor. “Jeez, how much candy did you have Wrecker?” Kanan asks, and Wrecker shrugs. “I had saved credits for a long time to buy that big stash, so a lot.” Everyone groans, then Rex sighs. “I’m going to  transform now, do you guys want to leave?” Everyone shakes their heads. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before, Ori’Vod.” Hunter reassures him, then Kanan looks over with a smile. “As long as you’re comfortable.” Rex nods then he groans as he starts to transform.

Cracking is heard as he grows bigger, ears moving to the top of his head and becoming more pointed. Grey fur grows everywhere as his face elongates, white fur growing where his beard once was, and his bones rearrange. A long, fluffy tail grows from his backside, and swishes as he stands up straight and stretches. “It’s been a bit.” He whispers sadly, he hadn’t transformed since… since he had to fight a chip controlled Stutter, it’s bringing back the memories now. He feels a pat on his side, as he looks down to see Hunter. “How ya doing Rex.” Rex smiles back with sharp teeth. “Good, Hunter. I’m good.”

Rex stretches again and looks around, then he sees Ezra staring straight at him. Rex then realises that he has never seen him transform up close before. “It’s a little scarier up close.” He says quietly, not wanting to offend Rex or make him feel bad. Rex lets out a small nervous laugh. “Y-Yeah, I guess it  is.” Rex understands what he means, but because he himself is a werewolf, he’s never really been freaked out or afraid of when Stutter has transformed right next to him while he’s still human. Though the first few times that he ever transformed, he was afraid-- no, terrified of himself.

A moment later, Stutter pokes his head around the corner in search of more candy, but when he can’t find any, he just whines but then starts laughing straight after, letting out a “N-Nope.” as he runs off again. Rex sighs, facepalming “This’ll be fun.” He says, making the others chuckle. “Go and do what you need to do, Rex. We’ll stay here and clean up.” Hunter pats Rex’s back with a smile and Rex nods. “Thanks, guys. I’ll be back soon, hopefully…” Rex sighs again before running out of the room and following Stutter’s scent.

He finds that Stutter has run back to the landing bay to where the purple Y-Wing is once again being attacked with paint. Rex shakes his head and laughs,  watching as the twenty five year old goes absolutely wild and hyperactive. Rex swears that Stutter must be getting more paint on himself than the ship. He watches for a few moments more before he calls over to Stutter. “Stut’ika!”

The grey and brown wolf immediately stops at the sound of his nickname, turning around and smiling widely. “R-R-Rex!!” He yells back, running towards his Ori’Vod, almost tripping over when his mind races ahead of his body, unable to process the few crates that are lying around. Stutter reaches Rex and immediately slams himself into him. Rex chuckles, feeling Stutter lean into him. The poor Vod’ika feels so heavy in his arms, body falling almost completely limp into him, so Rex sits down against a wall, pulling Stutter up into his lap and into a more comfortable position.

Stutter starts to subconsciously play with the fur on Rex’s chest, making Rex hum and Stutter smiles at the comforting vibrations. “Y-You’re so f-fluffy, Ori-Ori’Vod.” Rex holds back laughter, instead he rubs the fluffier fur on Stutter’s head, making Stutter hum at the nice feeling, but he immediately whines. Rex’s eyes widen, not sure what has just caused him to sound in pain--

Stutter gags once before puking onto Rex, trickling down his torso and into his lap. Rex runs a hand up and down Stutter’s back. “R-Rex, I-I-I d-don’t fe-feel well.” He’s cut off by a whimper, throwing up a little more. “Shh, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Rex says comfortingly as Stutter chokes out the last bit of puke. Stutter looks at Rex, an apologetic and groggy look in his yellow eyes. “S-Sorry, R-Rex.” He whines a little, feeling bad for throwing up, but then everything goes black.

xxx

Rex hears a whimper as Stutter wakes up again, he’s only been sleeping for ten minutes. Rex smiles softly at him, as Stutter looks up. “You want to get cleaned up now?” Stutter nods, and Rex slowly stands up, holding Stutter bridal style in his arms, he starts heading to the refresher nearest to them. Stutter smiles softly. “Y-You car-carried me like th-this when we first m-m-met, ‘member.” He mumbles, making Rex smile. “Yeah, I remember. You were much easier to carry back then.” Stutter huffs, then whimpers softly as he clutches his stomach and nuzzles into Rex.

Rex sighs softly as he stops at the chopper base communal showers, it’s the only shower big enough for both their werewolf forms. He opens the door and ducks in, gently sitting Stutter down against a wall, right next to a shower. Then he gets it started and makes sure the water is warm, just how Stutter likes it. “There, ready?” He asks, and Stutter nods as Rex gently lifts him up, then he sets them both down in the shower.

Stutter hums as the warm water wets his fur, and Rex smiles as he starts scrubbing the puke out of Stutter’s fur. He grabs a small bottle of shampoo, it’s made for fur. They have some in every shower on Chopper base, just in case. He scrubs it into Stutter’s fur, making sure to be gentle near his head, where it’s still healing.

Stutter sighs as he clutches his stomach. “M’sorry for hur-hurting you… last time w-we were like th-this.” Rex freezes, then he sighs as the soap rinses out of Stutters fur. “Don’t be sorry, you had no control over the situation. I know you wouldn’t have hurt me if you were in control.” Stutter sighs and looks down, making Rex frown as he starts on his own fur.

Stutter starts to fall asleep again, and Rex smiles softly as he finishes washing himself, getting as much of the puke off of his pants as he can before turning the shower off. “Ready to get back to the others?” He asks as he carries Stutter over to a dryer spot, setting him down and grabbing some towels. “Y-Yeah… are th-they mad? Bec-Because I did th-this?” Rex sighs as he starts drying Stutter off, his fur poofing up quite a bit.

“No, no ones mad. We know it’s been a long time since you’ve had candy, and Wrecker’s stash had tempted you.” Stutter nods, and then Rex chuckles. “It was actually really nice to see you so happy, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen you like that.” Stutter chuckles hoursely. “Cr-Crazy?” He asks, and Rex nods. “Yeah, there was a long time we thought we would never get the chance to chase after you on a sugar rush again. So it’s nice. Reminds me of back then.” Stutter nods as Rex starts drying himself off, and he whimpers and clutches his stomach.

Rex feels worried and frowns. “Everything alright? Do you feel sick again?” Stutter nods, whimpering and leaning over to the side, away from Rex this time. Stutter pukes some more, feeling a comforting hand rub his back soothingly until he is dry heaving. “S-Sorry.” Stutter sits back against the wall, rubbing one side of his face with his hand, feeling so exhausted. Rex crouches down and wipes the puke off of Stutter’s snout. “It’s alright, Stut’ika. You don’t need to apologise for something that you can’t control.”

Stutter laughs dryly, wincing at the pain in his stomach “W-Well I was th-the one who got us in this pred-pred-predicament in the fi-first place, s-since I ate Wr-Wrecker’s entire st-stash of candy all i-in one go.” Rex smiles sadly, nuzzling the side of Stutter’s face and licking it a little, an affectionate gesture. “It’s not a problem at all. Like I said, it’s been years since you’ve had candy, so it’s okay that you’ve over indulged. And as long as you enjoyed it in the moment, then that is all that matters.”

Stutter nods, knowing that what Rex is saying is right, but he still feels so bad for letting himself get so sick. He gives Rex a hug, nuzzling into his fur and letting out a yawn. “Shall we go back to the others now?” Rex asks softly and Stutter nods, already wrapping his arms around Rex’s neck, letting Rex know that he’s ready to be picked up and carried back to his room. Rex scoops him up bridal style, then walks out of the showers and heads towards Stutter’s room.

He sees other rebels staring at the both of them, more in shock rather than fear or disgust. It makes a nice change for Stutter though, he was always being bullied by stormtroopers. It was bad enough having a stutter, but being a werewolf too? It was horrible, and he’s glad that he’s no longer a part of that stupid empire.

They both finally get to his room and walk in, seeing the blankets and pillows around all over the floor, creating a giant bed for them to all have-- “A c-cuddle p-pile?” Stutter’s eyes light up, happy that they are going to have a big cuddle pile. It’s been a long time since he’s had one. “Do y-you guys re-really w-want to? A-A-After...A-After all th-that I-I d-d-id.” Stutter’s nervousness is making him stutter more, his ears pressing back when he looks at everyone. They all frown, knowing that he’s talking about when he was unwillingly serving the empire.

Rex lays him down, then he sighs. “We already told you, it’s not your fault. It was the chip.” Stutter frowns, then he growls. “I st-still did i-it.” Rex sighs as the others do as well, they know that the can’t possibly understand what Stutter ws going through, none of the bad batch’s chips worked except for Wrecker’s and Crosshairs, Fives was a ghost, Jesse’s, Rex’s and Wrecker’s only worked for a little while, and even Crosshair wasn’t chipped for half as long as Stutter was. “Look, Stutter. None of us know exactly what you’re going through, but you need to believe us, none of what you did was your fault.” Hunter walks over and sits down beside Stutter, rubbing his back.

“We should have known you were alive, we should have figured it out somehow--” “We might have if I hadn’t of guessed you were dead because of your armor! It was dumb, just because they were throwing out your armor.” Crosshair growls, making Stutter flinch, and Rex and the others sigh. “Alright, it’s no one's fault, so please just stop blaming yourself, Crosshair. I could blame myself too, since I knew about the chips, but didn’t remember until too late.” Crosshair nods, then Fives flies closer to Stutter.

“It wasn’t your fault, the chip completely takes over your mind. Shit, when we found you, you didn’t even remember your name, Stut’ika. And we all know how much you treasure your name, you did nothing wro--” “I kil-killed kids, Fives! Inno-Inno-Innocent children no ol-older than ten, so-some as young as thr-three years o-old.” Stutter completely breaks down, crying into his hand as he clutches his stomach with the other, that feels like it’s trying to kill him. He feels like throwing up again, but he has already rid everything from his stomach, so he ends up breathing quickly as his body fights him to make him throw up again.

Rex feels like crying too. He can’t believe that he went through what he did for so long. He hates that the empire forced his Stut’ika to do things against his will. Rex knows what it's like, to be controlled by the chip and follow orders that are wrong. The worst part is...he knew they were wrong but he couldn’t stop. Rex sees Hunter sitting a little too close to Stutter, so he gently taps his shoulder, gesturing for Hunter to shuffle away.

Werewolves tend to lash out in one way or another when someone invades their personal space and gets too close. They only do this when they feel strong emotions such as intense sadness, stress, worry, fear, anxiety or pain. Rex knows this because he bit Kix. He knows that Kix was only trying to patch up his wounds, but he whipped his head to the side and clamped his jaw down on Kix’s arm. They thought that nothing would happen, but an hour later, Kix drops his datapad and falls to his knees, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain. That’s when he grew bigger, brown fur sprouted out as his armour burst off and blacks ripped.

Rex and Stutter are always careful not to let that happen again, and they hope Kix won’t let that happen either, wherever he may be… Rex is quickly brought out of his thoughts when Stutter launches himself into Rex, hugging him tightly and sobbing. It’s a sign that they don’t mind being touched, so Rex puts his arms around Stutter and holds him close, laying down and nuzzling Stutter’s head as he continues to cry.

Stutter hates that he’s so weak. It brings back all of his horrible memories of his batchmates and the things that he was told by the empire. He lets the tears fall and soak into Rex’s fur, knowing that he doesn’t mind. He feels like the entire weight of the galaxy has been put on his shoulders, bringing him down and imprinting all of his horrible memories permanently into his mind. It’s just… all too...much, and--

xxx

Stutter hums softly as he starts to wake up, his eyes fluttering open as he feels soft fur under him. He groans as his back and legs ache, and so does his stomach, he’s definitely feeling the effects of that sugar rush now. He sees that he’s laying on top of Rex, who’s still in his werewolf form, sleeping.

Stutter smiles softly as he looks around to see that his brothers are all in a cuddle pile, they must have arranged it once he fell asleep. Stutter carefully moves off of Rex and to the blankets, laying between him and Crosshair, he whimpers softly as he clutches at his stomach, it’s not in as much pain as it was before, but he still has a pretty big stomach ache. He doesn’t dare wake any of his brothers though, he had already caused enough trouble during his sugar rush, and then freaking out and breaking down after.

He curls up and closes his eyes, trying to get some more sleep when-- “Stutter? You awake Vod’ika?” Stutter opens his eyes and turns over, seeing Crosshair looking at him. Stutter flinches. “So-Sorry, did I wa-wake you?” Stutter asks quietly, as not to wake the rest of his brothers, getting a guilty look. But Crosshair shakes his head, ruffling Stutters hair like he always used to. “No, I was already awake when you moved off of Rex. Are you okay?” Crosshair has a soft tone, one he always reserves for the people he cares about most, his brothers.

Stutter frowns and shakes his head. “N-No, I’m so so-sorry for last ni-night, the sug-sugar rush then frea-freaking ou--” “Don’t apologize, It’s perfectly fine.” Stutter nods, running a hand through his grey hair, it still has speckles of brown in it. “I still sh-shouldn’t have bro-broken down like th-that, I’m not a ch-child any-anymore.” Crosshair lets out a quiet laugh, making Stutter raise an eyebrow at him. “Stut’ika, no matter how old you get, you are going to act like a kid, it’s just your personality.” Stutter glares, but smiles softly. “Y-Yeah, prob-probably also me being mes-messed up from my batch-batchmates, and the em-empire.” Crosshair frowns. “We’re all messed up, there’s nothing wrong with you though, as I have said many times before. You are perfect just the way you are.” Stutter frowns and looks away.

“Not any-anymore, I killed ki-kids. I’m D-Duse like my batch-batchmates had said.” Stutter whispers, but then Crosshair growls. “No! Never, ever call yourself that, you are not a waste! Not at all, and I don’t want to ever hear you call yourself that ever again, understood!” Stutter flinches, but nods, and Crosshair sighs. “Have I told you about what I did in the empire?” Stutter shakes his head. “N-No.” Crosshair sighs. “My chip partly activated, and I almost killed Caleb when he was a padawan.” Stutter’s eyes widen as he looks at Crosshair, who sighs.

“Then they caught me and my brothers, and they took me and strengthened my chip. I shot Wrecker when they were escaping, and almost killed our baby sister, Omega, you haven’t met her yet. She’s a female clone, no double aging. She works on the other base with Organa.” Stutter nods. “Y-You… you al-almost kill-killed her, and shot Wr-Wrecker?” Crosshair nods then he continues. “I killed innocent Civilians, and almost disintegrated the boys. Don’t ask.” Crosshair sighs, trying to push the memories away, but then he looks over at Stutter. He smiles softly, reaching over and pulling Stutter close. “My point is that I did bad things too, and I’m the closest to knowing how you feel, even if I wasn’t chipped as long as you, or killed kids. I know it’s hard, but just like me, you have us. Always and forever, we will stand beside you.”

Stutter tears up, cuddling into Crosshair and lets out a happy hum of relief. Sometimes, a lot of times, he needs to hear those words, to be told that. “Th-Thank you, i-it’s hard to believe it th-though, after all I’ve be-been thr-through. But it’s ni-nice to hear som-someone telling m-me that.” Stutter hugs Crosshair a little tighter, feeling Crosshair place his forehead against his. “And we’ll tell you as many times as you want. Just remember, you are you. Stutter. Our Vod’ika. No one else, just you.”

Stutter pulls away and feels his lips form into a smile, but then he grimaces and makes a small noise of discomfort, placing a hand on his stomach again. Crosshair frowns with worry “What’s wrong? Do you have a belly ache?” Stutter nods, forcing a smile onto his face. “Y-Yeah, I’m fi-fine.” That’s a lie and Crosshair can tell when Stutter curls up in pain.

Crosshair pulls him close and gently massages his stomach, something they’ve had to do in the past. Stutter feels a little embarrassed that he’s in so much pain that Crosshair is comforting him in the same way he did when they were younger. He won’t lie, it does feel nice, but he doesn’t want to burden Crosshair with his needs “I’m a b-bit too old for th-this Cross.” He says and Crosshair shrugs, continuing. “I don’t think that you are too old for anything. Wrecker still has his Lula, despite him being a fully grown adult now.” Crosshair says, making Stutter softly chuckle, then hum as he feels the effect of Crosshair rubbing his stomach getting to work in making him feel better.

There’s suddenly a shuffling right next to him, making him look to the side to see Rex waking up, who lets out a big yawn. He groggily opens his yellow eyes, which look at Stutter with pure gentleness and kindness. “Mornin’, Stut’ika. You’re human again, how’re you feeling? Still got a stomach ache?” He asks, seeing Crosshair rubbing Stutter’s stomach comfortingly. Stutter nods. “Y-Yeah, but not as ba-bad as y-yesterday.” Stutter smiles as he runs a hand along the fur on Rex’s arm, humming contently “Yo-You haven’t tran-transformed back y-yet?”

Rex looks at Stutter and then down at himself “Ah, yeah. I must’ve just been so subconsciously worried about you that I haven’t been able to transform back yet.” Stutter feels bad when Rex tells him that “S-Sorry, Rex. I-I didn’t mean to w-worry you.” Rex shakes his head and ruffles Stutter’s hair. “No need to apologise, Stut’ika. As long as you are okay now, that is all that matters.” Rex tells him, nuzzling his hair and licking it a few times.

Some moments pass before Rex starts to shrink and transform back to normal. His bones rearrange and fur disappears until he is left bare chested, only wearing his torn pants. The others wake up too, stretching as they sit up and smile, seeing Rex and Stutter both back to human. There’s going to be many times like these, they all know that, but they’ll be there for him, no matter what.

Taglist: @haloangel391 @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @lightning-wolffe @captainrexisboo

#One Big Family AU #captain rex #star wars rebels #star wars clone wars #my oc #Stutter #rebels stutter #de-chipped stutter #Jesse #Echo #Hunter #Crosshair #Wrecker #Tech #Fives #Ghost!Fives #Jesse!lives #my writing #wererex #werestutter #werewolf au

[haloangel391]

A Star Wars New Years

This drabble is a little silly, I’m sorry I couldn’t resist. It’s inspired by the wonderful responses to my latest: GAME TIME!!! Hope you all like it. I’m tagging everybody that played the game or that has played the game in the past and showed a particular interest in a trooper. A majority of these situations are based on past GAME TIME answers.

Love you all and Happy New Year!

Who is Who: @captainrexisboo (Liz x Captain Rex) @din-dameron (DD x Fives) @just-some-girl-92 (Dell x Del) @cherry-cokes-world (Cher x Alpha-17) @nelba (Albane x Niner) @peacefulwizardfox (Johanna x Crosshair) and Me: haloangel391 (Claire x Ponds).

“They’ll be here!,” I stated again. Dell, Liz, and DD looked at me with slight irritation written across all of their faces at my overly optimistic attitude. To be fair their boyfriends were 2 hours late. 

I had decided to throw a New Years Eve party for all of the new friends I made this year. We met through an online group chat, specifically designed to help those who were in a relationship with partners who traveled a lot. I don’t know if the company who made the chat room realized how many of its members are in an illegal relationship with half of the clone troopers in the GAR.

The party was a hit for the first hour that people were arriving, but as the second hour crept by half the party was getting antsy. The problem was the 501st. They were incredibly late and because they were dating half the attending party, their absence was extremely noticeable.

“How do you know that?” Dell states from beside me, her party hat slightly crooked atop her head. Liz and DD looked up at me as well from their plate of chocolate mousse.

“Because,” I stated simply, “if he doesn’t show up I know for a fact that Sev is going to kick his shebs”, a smirk making its way onto my lips as I take a sip of my beer, making her laugh.

 “Sev wouldn’t do that,” Dell remarked, making me raise my eyebrows in disbelief. 

I heard a soft chuckle and we all turned to see Niner across the room where he was eating some of my famous casserole with Albane, “Yes he would,” he stated with a smirk, “you’re like his little sister, he’d definitely kick his ass if he doesn’t show up tonight.”

Dell’s eyes widened in slight horror, “What?!”

“But he’s not going to because he’ll be here! Besides you two literally have the same name, you were meant for each other, I’m sure they just got held up in traffic or something” I state trying to calm the situation down a bit. 

As if on cue, someone knocked on the door, Ponds and I made eye contact from across the room, a silent conversation going between us, if this wasn’t the boys in blue they were going to be in deep bantha fodder. 

Ponds opened the door and sighed in relief, “where have you all been?” he questioned as he held the door open for the three troopers to come in. Fives, Rex and Del all came through the door. Fives eyes search the room until they finally land on DD. His eyes light up as he goes over to them and wastes no time in sweeping them up into a bone crushing hug and giving them a searing kiss on the lips. I stepped back a bit, slightly uncomfortable by just how enthusiastic Fives was being. 

“Hey Reg,” Crosshair called from the couch where he had his arm wrapped around Johanna, “the kissing isn’t supposed to be until midnight.”

Lips never leaving DD’s, Fives simply flipped Crosshair the finger from its place on DD’s waist.

“Sorry we’re late,” I heard Rex say as Liz made her way over to him, “Skywalker,” is all he said. 

“Was there a meeting?” Liz questioned from beside him, before giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, they were truly adorable. 

Rex threw his arm around her shoulder and sighed, “no he just --” 

“-- wouldn’t stop talking!” Fives exclaimed, interrupting the Captain. “He was giving the longest toast I’ve ever heard in my life, pretty sure he was drunk.”

I giggle slightly at that, trying to imagine the great General Skywalker drunk off his ass and loudly toasting to the whole 501st.

Everyone started to gather in the living room in front of the holo to watch the performances leading up to the new year, the fireworks display truly was something spectacular. I jump slightly as I felt a pair of arms come around my waist, giggling when I realized it was only Ponds. 

“Hi,” I laughed, turning my head slightly to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek, “what are you up to?” I question.

“Oh nothing major, just checking on my beautiful girlfriend.” he mumbled into my ear, making me flush bright crimson, I swat his shoulder playfully earning a laugh from him.

“Did you see what Del brought?” he asked, making me frown slightly,  “no, I didn’t.” I search the room with my eyes where I now see Dell sitting with Del. She has a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting in her lap, a shy smile on her face as Del puts some of the flowers in her braid. Maker they’re cute together.

“Huh, smart man,” I say with a smile. I glance at the whole party and take in the new friends I made this year. 

Albane was now sitting on a loveseat with Niner, she had told me earlier that she hoped to share her first kiss with him tonight, I was rooting for her in my head. 

Alpha-17 was lurking in the corner of the living room staring at Cher with so much longing in his eyes it hurt my heart, why he had yet to profess his love to them was beyond me. It was obvious to all but the two that they were madly in love with each other. If there’s another mistletoe incident and he doesn’t kiss them again tonight, I’m gonna slap him across the head. 

Crosshair and Johanna have disappeared from the group, I start to panic slightly until I remembered that I locked all of the bedroom doors, a lesson I learned when we all went to Liz’s house for the Life Day party. We all laugh about it now, all except for Rex.

I glance over at DD and Fives, his lips finally unattached from their face, DD is sitting comfortably on his lap watching someone sing on the holo. Fives is looking at DD like they are the most beautiful star in the galaxy. 

Liz and Rex are standing behind the couch, his arm still slung around her with her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. In this light I can clearly see her beautiful blue engagement ring glittering on her hand. 

My eyes snap back to Fives as I hear him shouting that the countdown has begun. Everyone starts counting down, “20, 19, 18, 17…”

I glance around the room again and can’t help but smile. This year has been tough, there was no denying that. But as I saw everybody crowded around the holo and chanting the countdown, I realized just how lucky I was. I made some incredible good friends this year. 

“... 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!”

I sighed happily and turned around, still in Ponds arms and kissed him, the chaos around me becoming muted as I got lost in his warm lips. 

I pull away and look up into his eyes and smile, “Happy New Year,” I say softly, cupping his cheek. He smiled at me and held my hand to his face, “Happy New Year,” he whispered back.

I hear a loud cheer from behind me and turn around in time to see Alpha-17 cupping Cher’s face and giving them a kiss with a softness I didn’t know the ARC could muster. Next to them Albane gives Niner a shy kiss on the lips, his eyes widen in surprise, but he’s quick to pull her closer to him, deepening the kiss. 

Crosshair and Johanna make an appearance behind them, Johanna’s hair in a slight state of disarray and Crosshair’s lips are painted a beautiful shade of red, the red I believe Johanna was wearing at the beginning of the night. 

I laugh at all of my friend’s antics, happy that I met such incredible people. 

Maybe this year wasn’t too bad after all.

END.

@captainrexisboo @din-dameron @just-some-girl-92 @cherry-cokes-world @nelba @peacefulwizardfox

#game time #the clone wars #this was incredibly fun to write #if it gets a positive feedback maybe I'll write more like this in the future #Happy New Year Everybody

[anotheronechicagobog]

Tylenol and Tequila Part 4

written by: @anotheronechicagobog​

A/N: Sorry that this is so short and that it took me forever to write, uni and work have been ripping me a new one. But I really hope you enjoy this fic!

Sylvie was one of the nicest, sweetest, gentlest people Emily and Stella had ever met, so it was a little shocking when she returned to the ambo after treating a patient looking like she was about to go on a homicidal rampage. “Uh, you okay Brett?”

 “Oh, I am fine. I am very, very fine, but when we get back to the house, our dear captain, won’t be.” 

 The other two women just looked at each other, shrugged, and walked away. 

 They’d never seen her like this and made the smart decision to stay as far away from her crosshairs as possible. Even Boden was staying out of her way. Everyone was avoiding her gaze and literally jumping out of her way. Even Tuesday seemed to sense that something was wrong, sticking close to Ritter. While everyone saw this coming, the only ones who knew what set it off were those on truck 81 and ambulance 61. Boden took one look at the trail of fumes his PIC had left behind on her way to go yell at her captain and turned to look at the shocked companies in the doorway. “Exactly what happened on that call?”

 FLASHBACK

 It was a minor traffic accident, but the SUV that crashed into the van pushed it against the brick wall of a hardware store and crumpled the other two doors shut. The SUV driver had called 911 several minutes ago when his breaks stopped working. He was trying to slow down but couldn’t, the only thing that was able to stop him was unfortunately the van. He ran to meet them before they’d even stopped their rigs. “I tried to stop! I tried to slow down! But even with my foot slammed on the breaks it never went below 50! I’m so sorry, please help them!” Matt’s eyes flicked over to Sylvie who had her attention on the driver and the long lacerations on his arms before he began his job, giving orders and making sure that they got everyone out of the car safe and sound. And they did. A mother and two kids, all with some minor whiplash and only the mother had any scrapes but even those were superficial. Still, they were all sent to MED just to be on the safe side. It wasn’t until he was able to focus solely on Sylvie again that the SUV driver got ‘violent’. Sylvie had noticed glass in his many cuts so she and Foster had gotten to work removing as much of it as possible. Sylvie was carefully removing a medium-sized piece with tweezers when he jerked that arm, almost hitting Sylvie in the face, yelling out in pain. “Okay, this piece is definitely hooked on something-”

 “HEY!” Sylvie, Foster, Truck 81, and the tearful SUV driver snapped their shocked gazes towards him. “You do NOT get to assault my paramedic... s! Do I need to restrain you?”

 “Matt! He was in serious pain, didn’t even hit me, and his arm flail was so not intentional! Calm. Down.” Casey was still heaving like a raging bull so Sylvie put her equipment on his legs and ignored Matt and his tenth overprotective display from that week alone. “Foster help me load him up and then get behind the wheel, we’re taking him to MED.”

 “Syl-” One murderous glare from Sylvie left Matt deflating, hanging his head ever so slightly. The SUV driver started to whimper as he was loaded into the ambulance. “Don’t worry, we’re heading to the hospital, they’ll take out all of the glass we couldn’t get and make sure that there’s nothing else wrong, okay? Just take a deep breath.”

 FLASHBACK END

 “Okay, so Casey had another overprotective fit, how many times is that this week?”

 “Ten, and it’s only the beginning of our second shift, Capp.”

 “I am so glad that I’m not in your place because that would just be annoying.”

 “... Thank you for your sincere sympathies, Capp. So, so much.”

 “You’re welcome!”

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 “What the hell is your problem, Mattew Casey?!” He sighed, relieved that she was here, safe, with him. Even if it was so she could yell at him. “It was no-”

 “If you say ‘nothing’ I am going to lose. It. Because it is most definitely not ‘nothing’. You have been demeaning me and Foster, but especially me, for weeks. Do you think I’m incapable of doing my job? Do you not trust me or something?”

 “What? You’re amazing at your job Sylvie, and you should know by now that I trust you with my life.”

 “Then why have you been acting like I’m a porcelain doll? It’s incredibly insulting and so, so humiliating. First, you wouldn’t let me anywhere near any of our fire scenes, even if it’s to get a patient or to check on one of you! You insist that anyone needing care must be taken to me without me moving closer which could cost us valuable time one day. Second, you need reports every thirty seconds that we’re not at the firehouse or the same scene as you. Then, you bite anyone’s head off if they’re doing something even mildly annoying or inconvenient. Like when you made Gallo make pad Thai last week instead of the fettuccine alfredo he’d not only been planning but had already started making. Or like at the Cutler fire, you freaked out and forcefully moved our gurney behind the rig and would lose it every time we tried to move closer to get to patients faster. Or like today, that poor man had glass hooked around a section of vein, it was so painful for him when I tried to remove it, he didn’t mean to jerk his arm like that, he didn’t mean to almost hit me, you did not need to yell at him like that. You scared him in an already terrifying situation. He spent the entire ride over apologizing to me. You have never treated me like this before, Matt, what is going on?”

 “I almost got you killed.” His voice cracked, and despite how quiet he said it, Sylvie heard him. “What? No you-”

 “At the Arnow fire. I shouldn’t have called you in. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t safe. How can you even look at me after that? It’s my job to keep you safe. I have to keep you safe, Sylvie. The world needs you, the house needs you, I need you.”

 “Oh, Matt.” It was such a strange and sorrowful sight, to see Matt come completely undone and collapse into her arms. “Have you been holding onto this since the fire?”

 “Since I saw you in your hospital bed after Joe told you about Otis. It was- is my job to keep you safe. You have to be safe, Sylvie. I don’t want to think about my life would be like without you. You have no idea how much you matter to me.”

 “Matt... You mean a lot to me too. But you can’t keep all this bottled up. I- I’ve been seeing a department therapist since the fire. It’s been so helpful and relieving. I’d like it if you would come with me. We can get something to eat after, just decompress, the two of us.”

 “Okay. I can see your point about- about how I’ve been acting. I’ll make an appointment, go the same day as you. But, I’d go to that diner you like, as strange as it might seem, it’s really uplifting for me to watch you get excited about their chocolate pancakes.”

 Trying to contain her blush and reminding herself she was supposed to be upset with him despite his wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, she gave a soft smile. “That sounds great.”

#One Chicago #Chicago Fire #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #sylvie x matt #brett x casey #stella kidd #Emily Foster #blake gallo #wallace boden #capp #brettsey

[brideofedoras]

The Loft: Redemption

Disclaimer: the usual...  I only own my OC.  Photo found on google.

Word count: 2300+

Warnings: Allusion to past abuse and being triggered

Link to Chapter 2 (with Ch. 1 link)

Monday morning rolled around faster than Sam would've liked.  She felt her stomach churn at the prospect of not having Linda there to talk to. 

She headed to the office early with a quick stop at the bakery along the way.  Armed with fresh donut holes (plain glazed, cookie dough stuffed, cinammon sugar sprinkled, and maple glazed) and a toasted white hot chocolate, she halted in her tracks when she reached the door to the office suite. 

"What the...  When the hell did he have this done?"

Her grey eyes began to burn as she studied the frosted glass of the door. 

VMS Architecture, LLC. Vincent M. Stevens, NCARB Samantha Monroe, Administrative Assistant

She stared at her name, beautifully scripted in gold lettering on the glass. 

Linda hadn't even had that honor.

Her hand trembled as she unlocked the door and stepped into the office.  My office.

As she flipped on the light and started toward her desk she paused again, startled to find her name beautifully engraved onto a walnut name plate settled on the corner of the desk, next to a matching business card holder complete with a stack of cards with her name, extension and email. 

A ceramic flower pot sat next to the computer monitor at the opposite corner of the desk with an artfully planted variety of small cactus plants.  She let out a watery laugh at the wording on the pot: Free Hugs.  She knew the cacti were from Linda, an inside joke between the two of them based on something Linda had told her earlier in the week.  Vincent will come off as prickly for a while, but he will eventually warm up to you, Dear.  Give him time, give him space, occasionally make sure he eats and drinks if he has a very busy day.  One day he will surprise you.

A gift bag and a card were placed on the center of the desk.  Sam shook her head as she set her cup and the donut holes down, busying herself with putting her purse away and hanging her jacket on the coat rack next to the door.

She had just finished starting the coffee and setting the box of breakfast goodies on the refreshment table when she heard the door open.  She turned around and offered a warm smile when Vincent shut the door behind him.  "Good morning, Mr. Stevens," she greeted him.  "Thank you for..." she gestured to the desk set.

"Don't mention it," he frowned at the desk.  "Ready to start your first official week?"

"Yes, sir," she nodded.  "The coffee should be ready in five minutes, and I picked up an assortment of donut holes," she made her way to the window and the cords for the wooden blinds.  "I wasn't sure what you would like so I picked four different kinds."

"I know Linda told you I have a sweet tooth," his tone was wry as he made his way to his office.  "I'm sure whatever you got is fine."

Sam made her way back to the desk.  As she waited for the computer to start she picked up the card propped up against the small gift.

Sam-- Our Vincent struck gold when he hired you to take over the office.  You will do just fine as his new assistant.  Don't let his prickly demeanor get to you, it's become his default setting ever since that happened.  And don't forget, you can decorate your office however it suits you, you can bring stuff in to keep in the bathroom, you can listen to your music, and you can dress however you feel most comfortable as long as you still look professional.  And if Vincent ever treats you wrong, don't be afraid to call me.  I might be moving out of state, but I can always make a trip back to knock some sense into that thick skull of his.  You can also call me anytime you want, keep me up-to-date on the gossip.  I'll miss everyone there, and even though I'd only known you a short time, I've come to view you as another daughter.  You take good care of our Vincent, spoil him with breakfast sweets and good coffee.  Make sure he eats, make sure he goes home to get some rest when the project consumes him (and it will, I've come in many a morning to find him sound asleep at the drawing board or on that damn couch.  He's a real bastard when he doesn't get enough rest, but don't let that scare you off).  Keep in touch.-- Love, Linda. P.S.- Don't forget, I left you a set of "How To Care For Your Architect" instructions tucked away in the second drawer to your left.  It includes a list of everything I know he likes, hotels and airlines he prefers, restaurants he uses for business dinners.  His favorite color is steel grey, he's a sucker for Hershey Hugs, and if he misplaces his pen, you'll find it on your desk.

Sam dashed away the tear that had slipped down her cheek as she set the card aside.  She had grown to love Linda as a second mom and already missed her.  She smiled as she reached for the gift bag and nearly cried when she pulled out a black resin cat paper weight.

She set it next to the phone on the left side of the desk before turning to the computer to log in.

 Sam settled into a routine.  Up at five, out the door by six-thirty, stop by the bakery for breakfast and for that yummy hot chocolate, arrive at the office by seven-thirty, have coffee ready by seven-forty-five, lunch anywhere between eleven and one-thirty (depending on Vincent's schedule), out the door whenever Vincent finished up for the day, home within half an hour, in her pajamas and eating a quick supper, in bed by ten-thirty.  Wash, rinse, repeat.  By her third day Vincent tried telling her she could leave at four-thirty if she wished, there was no need to stay passed office hours.  She declined.  "I was hired as your administrative assistant, Mr. Stevens.  I leave when you leave."

She found an old-fashioned candy bowl at a flea market one weekend and brought it in to place on her desk with Hershey Hugs.  She had also found a few other things she wanted to bring in, but hesitated on personalizing the office.  She worried Vincent would not appreciate finding a framed blueprint of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701 or a replica of the Death Star plans data chip.

She feared they would clash with that hideous knock-off Jackson Pollock painting that hung on the wall behind her desk, above the shelves.  She hated that painting.  Why it hung in an architect's office she had no idea.  It was the only thing out of place in the office suite.  Vincent's office proudly displayed his degrees, certificates and licenses, a few framed blueprints and a framed crudely-drawn blueprint of the Castle Grayskull.  "I grew up on Masters of the Universe, had all the action figures and the castle.  I was home sick for a week with chicken pox, miserable as hell, bored out of my mind and missing my friends.  Dad came home early from work one afternoon with a bag full of crayons, coloring books and a sketchpad, gave Mom some cash and told her to go shopping, go eat, get out of the house and enjoy herself for a while.  I sat down on the floor after Dad cleared off the coffee table and we colored for a while.  Then I started drawing.  I'd always been fascinated by the design of Castle Grayskull and wanted to build one of my own.  I was seven years old when I drew that.  That's when I knew I wanted to design and build things."

She had been shocked that he had so willingly shared that childhood memory with her.  And his smile.  She'd seen ghosts of smiles before, but a full-blown smile displaying dimples had left her weak in the knees.  He looked ten years younger with that smile, and she couldn't help but smile back.

But ever since that rare moment of camaraderie he'd thrown up a wall once again, bringing their working relationship back to strictly professional, and borderline cold.  She knew he could be an easy-going man to work for, she'd witnessed the banter between him and Linda multiple times during her trial week.  She just wished he wasn't so cold toward her.

 Vincent had a meeting across town and would likely be gone all afternoon.  As he set his briefcase and suit jacket on one of her guest chairs and tossed his steel grey tie around his neck, he leveled his patented stern look on her.  The Look (TM) was supposed to be intimidating, and it used to scare the hell out of her the first few times she'd seen it (usually directed at someone else, but she'd been caught in the crosshairs a couple of times).  Unfortunately she (for some weird reason she couldn't explain) had begun to find that frowny glare to be sexy as hell.  "Ms. Monroe, if I'm not back by four-thirty, lock up shop for the day and go home," he turned toward the bathroom.  "You don't need to be pulling ten hour days because of me."

She smiled despite the blush staining her cheeks from The Look (TM).  "As I've said before, Mr. Stevens, I'm your administrative assistant, and it is my job to be here for you should you need me."

"I don't recall contracting you to work ten hours a day, Monroe," he turned away from the mirror as he finished his impeccable Windsor knot.

"Technically I'm only working nine," she pointed out as she leaned back in her chair.

"You eat at your desk half the time, Monroe," he walked out of the bathroom.  "I've seen you working through lunch."

"Only when I have a deadline to meet for your meetings," she shrugged.  "I need to finish putting together the portfolios for Thursday's meeting."

"Today's Tuesday, you have all day tomorrow."

"I'll be setting up the conference room and inventorying supplies so I know what you need."

He snorted.  "Remind me again why I hired such a stubborn assistant?"  He grabbed his jacket and shrugged into it.

She scooped a small handful of Hugs from the candy bowl and held them out when Vincent approached her desk.  "At first I thought you were very impressed with my resume, then I suspected for my looks... but now I honestly believe Linda probably threatened you into hiring me."

"Your resume certainly clinched it, Monroe.  And Linda did hound me."  His face darkened a little as he carefully took the offered chocolate from her hand.  "You're going to spoil my lunch, Monroe."

"No, I'm not," she denied, watching him slip the Hugs into the pocket of his jacket.  "I know you would have snuck a handful on your way out, to go along with the handful that's likely already stashed in your briefcase."

His head snapped up.

"I had to refill the bowl, Mr. Stevens," she leaned back in her chair.  "I'll definitely need to work longer hours to afford the chocolates and the breakfast sweets."

"Use the company card, I'll figure it into the expenses," he narrowed his eyes at her.  "Refreshments for clientele."

She nodded.  She didn't mind buying the chocolate or the morning sweets, but she knew better than to argue with him on it.  Arguing had always gotten her into serious trouble when she was a teenager.  Do not go there, Sam.

"All right, I will," she agreed softly. 

"If you still have receipts, bring 'em in, I'll make sure to cut you a check to reimburse you."

"That's not necessary, Mr. Stevens," she shook her head. 

He shot her a glare.  "Yes, it is.  I can't keep allowing you to pay out of pocket for pastries and candy that my clients and associates are eating." 

I can't keep allowing you...  Sam stiffened at his words.  She quickly tore her eyes from his.  "I...  I didn't think it was that big of a deal, I'm...  I will find those receipts and bring them in," she flinched when Vincent moved toward the door.

That flinch was not lost on the architect.  He turned to look at her.  "Monroe, are you all right?"

Sam drew in a breath before nodding.  "I'm fine," she kept her eyes glued to the cat paper weight in front of her.

"Monroe, look at me."

The sudden and uncharacteristic softness in her boss' tone drew her eyes to him.  The look on his face told her he didn't believe her.  He took a step toward her and it was all she could do to not flinch away.

His frown morphed into one of worry.  "Monroe, don't worry about it," he took a step back.  "I just don't want you spending your money on things benefiting the company's clientele and associates."  He turned toward the door.  "Why don't you take your lunch, lock up the office and get some fresh air somewhere.  You don't have to stay in here when I'm out, let the calls go to voicemail.  They can wait."

She nodded.  "Okay."

"I mean it, Monroe.  Leave the office for an hour."

With that, he was gone.

Sam's eyes slid shut and she drew in a slow, shaky breath.  She exhaled heavily, shaking off the fear that had gripped her for a moment.  He won't hurt me.  He's not a predator.  He's not Terrance.   

But those words echoed in her head, words her stepfather had used quite often when she had disobeyed him.  Words he had whispered so smoothly, so silkily, as he forced her to her knees or forced her over his desk.

"Don't go there, Sam," she ground out.  "He won't hurt you anymore."

She shifted in her seat, angling her chair to face her computer more comfortably, saving the proposal she was drafting for Vincent before closing out open programs and putting the device to sleep.  She reached for her phone and dialed her cousin's desk extension.  "Hey, I'm getting ready to head to lunch, wanna join me?"

#the loft #vincent stevens #karl urban #redemption #slow burn #romance

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Here's the next one. Happy reading !!!

Chapter 5

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After school, Crosshair had a date with Kaylee at Cid's cafe as getting know more between them "So what exactly you're coming here ?" Crosshair asked. "Well, I'm doing my assisgment at your school actually. I know...someone there."

"Interesting. What are you looking for ?"

"Pretty much like the building, the color, the postion..."

"You're a designer ?" He guessed. "Yeah but still in training. I wanna my design have their meaning like why they would build this or their purpose." She tried to describe what was her design would like.

"Well, you have to get that permission." He suggested. "Already did, after all, I know someone from the start." She replied.

Then Hunter came with their orders "Alright, here's your two chocolate milkshakes and a red velvet cake." "I thought you don't like any cake besides tiramisu and dark chocolate."

Crosshair told "Yeah, I ordered it for you."

Kaylee was touched "Aww, that's so kind of you, Cross. Thank you."

"You're welcome, my beauty. Eat up." As she ate her cake, Crosshair couldn't stop staring how beautiful Kaylee was even with her freckles on her face.

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As the school bell rang and everyone rushed to enter their classes, Crosshair picked his girlfriend from the outside because she was shy to be in coward.

"Come on, no one see you now." He took Kaylee's hand to the teacher room while she hid her face with her hoodie.

Meanwhile Wrecker spotted them after he went to the bathroom "Hey, what are you two doing..." Crosshair warned him "Quiet Wrecker. We're on your mission now. Cover us." Wrecker nodded.

Arrived at the target, Kaylee smiled at Crosshair "Thanks Cross. I'll see you later."

Crosshair pulled Wrecker's shoulder "Come on, big guy."

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"And that's how the plants breath..." Mr. Hayden 's teaching was cut by Mrs. Yarrow "Mrs. Yarrow, what are you doing here ?"

"I was gonna to speak to this class at Friday but the guess won't make it so I decided to announce now if that's alright. "

"Be my guess."

"Thank you, Mr. Hayden. Sorry to interrupt class but I have a guess which she's special. Say hello to Kaylee." Crosshair, Wrecker, and Hunter were shocked as staring each other.

While Kaylee showed up from Mrs. Yarrow "Hello everyone. I'm Kaylee but you guys can call me Kay."

Everyone said hi to her, one of the classmates, Audrey made fun of her "Look at that, your face is a such a disaster, freckles."

Which Kaylee was hurt as Mrs. Yarrow put her arm around Kaylee's shoulder as speaking to her "Audrey, you can't say that to our guess especially if she's one of my children."

Once again, Crosshair, Wrecker, and Hunter were shocked as Wrecker spoke to Crosshair "How come you never tell us, Crosshair ?" "What should I know? All she posted are her wonderful designs and I thought she wrote wrong of her Facebook username. "

"What's her username ?" Hunter asked.

"KayleeAmyy." Crosshair replied.

"There's double of 'y'." Hunter focused on a detail.

"That makes sense... " They stared at Tech "Since there's a lot of crime on social media, people have to careful what they write and post on Facebook, instagram, youtube... They starting a little creative to keep all their privacy on theirselves. In this case, Amy might be a middle name of Kaylee."

"Well, you better have to talk with Kaylee about this." Hunter suggested.

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"So why don't you tell me that Mrs. Yarrow is your Mother ?" Crosshair had a talk with Kaylee at the library.

"Because I just wanna find someone who loves me for me, not for money, fame,.. It's really hard to find." Kaylee said.

"Okay, but what school that you heading now ? Sounds like one of the top schools. " He asked again.

She sighed "If I can be honest with you.... I'm actually in college now." He was so shocked "College ?!" She nodded.

Then Wrecker interrupted their conversation "College ? I mean, come on, man, it's not like a lot of difference between of you. How old are you anyway ?"

"I'm gonna be 20 in few weeks." Kay told them.

"I'm 3 years younger than you." Crosshair said.

Wrecker tapped on Crosshair's shoulder "Oh, come on, Crosshair. It's not that bad. If you still love her then it doesn't matter anymore. " "What do you know about finding a girlfriend ?"

"Well, Hunter's dating with Tasya. No matter how childish she is, he's okay with it. " Wrecker gave an example.

"Which one is Tasya ?" Kay was curious.

"That's Tasya." Crosshair pointed at Hunter and Tasya reading a book together as having their lunch.

"So you wanna make your own disney headband ? Why didn't you buy one when you were there ?" Hunter asked. "I did but I thought I could make it more colorful besides my cousins will come here in a week and I wanna give gift for them." Tasya told her opinion.

Hunter chuckled "Alright then, let's make it. I think my little sister will like it." "Great, bring her as well when you come to my place tonight." "I will."

"Seems like they're a cute couple. " Kay said. "I never understood why he would ever want to date a girl like her but I guess, I kind of seeing." Crosshair tried to get his point.

"What did you get it so far ?" Kay asked.

Crosshair expressed his feeling "Kaylee, even we have a lot of differences but my mind can't stop thinking about you since I call you 'beauty'. You may not like any girls there but... You have a wonderful talent of your beauty inside."

He took breath "I still want to be my girlfriend."

"You really mean that ?" Kay was surprised.

"I am."

They smiled each other.

"Aww, that's what I'm talking about, man !" Wrecker put his arms on theur shoulder. Crosshair grunted "Go away, Wrecker." "I was about to going to." Wrecker left them alone to have their moment.

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Here's the chapter 5. I hope you guys like this one.

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #high school #the bad batch fic #the bad batch fanfiction

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Day 8.2; Fun in The Kitchen

Fadnom; transformers Characters: Crosshairs, Drift, Jamie (OC) Rating: T Description; The three friends enjoy a fun afternoon cooking and baking.

OC-tober; cooking, or at least trying to Flufftober; rainy day *Realizes as I'm posting that I forgot comfortober, whoops. *

"It's downpouring," Drift comments, looking out the window, "you know what we should do? Cooking. It's early enough that we can make soup for dinner and brownies and cookies." "So, destroy the kitchen then?" Crosshairs asks, making Jamie laugh. Drift whacks Crosshairs' arm, "smartass."

Cogman isn't thrilled about the idea, knowing the kitchen will be a disaster, but he knows Drift won't leave the mess for him to clean. He didn't think Drift was planning on making dinner for everyone. "The soup will be done for dinner, and there's ten of us. There's going to be enough for everyone." "Consider this a surprise afternoon off," Crosshairs adds. Being used to his butler duties, the silver mech isn't sure about an afternoon off. He doubts there'll be much to clean around the house he just cleaned. Cogman leaves the kitchen. Drift explains to Crosshairs and Jamie that he'll have to cook a chicken first. Which is part of why making soup takes a few hours. The three decide to start on the cookies.

"…start the mixer on slow —," Drift explains to Crosshairs, who puts the mixer on full speed. Flour going everywhere, "I said slow!" The two mechs' shirts are covered in flour. They smile, hearing Jamie laugh. "You're welcome," Crosshairs smiles. "Now, you clean the mess while I finish mixing." The mixing bowl is put aside once the flour is mixed and chocolate chips are added. The chicken still has twenty minutes to cook. Drift goes to change his shirt while Crosshairs cleans the mess.

Once Drift returns to the kitchen, Crosshairs goes to change. "We can prepare the rest of the soup," Drift comments. "And give the rabbit a nice treat," Jamie adds, "though maybe not all the carrot peelings." "Can't the chickens and Turkey have peelings?" "Oh yeah, so a treat for everyone." "We can take a quick trip back to your dimension….if we can trust Crosshairs to make the cookies." "Hey!" The two see that Crosshairs just put his shirt in the laundry room and didn't get a new one. Answering how he could be back already, "if cooking is this messy, why change?" "You know it's not, and if you just listened," Drift argues. Crosshairs watches his friends prepare the carrots for the soup. Suspecting Jamie will be taking a quick trip back to her dimension.

Crosshairs finds out he's right but is not pleased he's being told to stay behind. "I'm not leaving this all unattended or the cookie dough," Drift argues, "we won't be long, but I don't dare leave all this even if we're gone for ten minutes." "Fine," Crosshairs sulks. "You can start making the cookies," Drift adds. Crosshairs agrees. Jamie and Drift leave with the carrot peelings. Crosshairs gets the baking sheets and preheats the oven. He smiles as he grabs the bowl of cookie dough. Drift didn't say anything about sneaking cookie dough. Crosshairs thinks. He follows what Jamie does when making cookies, which results in a cookie dough treat on a hand. Still, Crosshairs sneaks cookie dough from the bowl.

Drift and Jamie return before the cookies are done. "How much cookie dough did you eat?" Drift asks. "Not much." "You two continue with the cookies while I work on the soup," Drift says, "this should be done by dinner."

Drift smiles, hearing Crosshairs argue with Jamie about eating cookie dough while making the cookies. Cogman walks on to see Drift is right about the soup being dinner and that the three friends are making cookies. He sees the kitchen isn't a disaster.

Within thirty minutes, dinner is ready for everyone. The others are surprised to hear the three friends made soup and cookies. Everyone finds out Drift did most of the work making the soup while Crosshairs and Jamie made the cookies. Everyone praises their cooking. Everyone hopes Jamie will return to baking more often and Drift will make his soup more than when their human grinds are sick. The three friends had fun cooking and baking while it was raining.

#flufftober #flufftober 2023 #oc tober #rainy day #atttempting to cook #transformers fanfiction #transformers drift #bayverse drift #transformers crosshairs #bayvserse crosshairs #Jamie (OC) #fun in the kitchen

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To: Zohra @gonebutstill​ 

From: Brianne @tiostyles​

Summary: When new neighbors move in across the hall from them, Harry and Lin are at each other's throats to impress them. Harry seems to always be one step ahead of her, but Lin is determined to not let him win the title of best neighbor.

“What are you doing?” She muttered in a low volume, just to Harry, but still with quite a vicious tone that he definitely deserved.

“Being neighborly.”

“Looks more like desperate bribery.”

Harry leaned in closer and kept his eyes on Tom, who was scrawling on a pad of paper at his kitchen counter, to make absolutely sure that the next thing to come out of his mouth was heard by her ears only, “‘Least I don’t fancy my married neighbor.”

Author’s Note: I went a little out of the box from your original prompt, but I still hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I hope you had a really great new year and I hope 2019 is going well for you!

Picking out the perfect dessert at the bakery section of Costco to buy for her new neighbor across the hall was a lot more intricate than she realized. Thinking back to when Harry had first moved in, Lin had brought him a mug and some tea instead. But, seeing as the set was still sat in the far corner of his counter, untouched, she figured it was best not to repeat old mistakes.

Although, skimming across all the pies and cookies and muffins the store offered she seriously considered sticking to the tea. What if the new neighbor was allergic to gluten? Or chocolate? What if they hated raisins? What if they hated her for brining raisins to their doorstep?

“Fuck,” she mumbled quietly under her breath, though it wasn’t silent enough when an innocent child found himself in the crosshairs of her sudden outburst. He gave Lin a funny look while she was too caught up in deciding between a six-pack of chocolate-filled croissants or a container of assorted cookies. Or maybe a raspberry-filled danish would be the smarter choice.

“Should’ve guessed I’d run into you at the sweets section.”

Lin just about tore out of her skin when Harry stood right next to her, running his mouth like he was really trying to give her a heart attack.

“Scared the shit outta me,” she eyed him while he, too, browsed the vast array of decisions in front of them, with her hand on her chest to feel just how sped up her poor little heart had gotten, “and what exactly do you mean by that?” She threw her full offense at him, hand on her hip and everything.

“You invite me over for dessert almost every night.” Harry reached out for the most delicious-looking apple pie, and while she was unsure what he planned on doing with it, she didn’t bother to question him as he placed it in his empty shopping cart.

“And you reject me almost every night,” she reminded him.

“S’good practice.”

“Piss off.”

“Oh, I would, but seeing as you don’t own a car, it’d be quite rude of me to let you Uber yourself home with all that shit.” He nodded toward her cart and the growing pile of junk she had accumulated during her “quick” Costco trip that started over an hour ago.

“I don’t need a ride from you.” Without giving him any bit of satisfaction by looking his way as he grinned at her characteristic stubbornness, she settled on the raspberry danishes and added it to her own basket.

He followed beside her as she wheeled herself off to the next section, “Probably not, but you do want a ride from me.” She didn’t even have to see his face to know his comment was laced with innuendo, whether he’d admit it or not.

“Ew, I can’t fucking believe I share a wall with you,” Lin parked her cart in front of the the strawberries, Harry following and watching as she bent over to give them all a good inspection until she found just the right box of undamaged berries. Of course, he was giving her ass a pretty good inspection as well.

“I don’t hear you complaining when it’s late and you’re out of butter.”

“The whole floor complains when it’s late and you have what’s-her-face over,” turning back to her cart, and to Harry, they both swapped teasing looks at each other like they were rivaling  10-year old siblings because Harry had lost that one.

“I was going to say something about you, but it’s kind of hot.”

“What?” Walking up the main section between dairy products and frozen foods, Lin was too distracted by what she might need from any of the aisles to fully process what Harry was getting at.

Until he leaned closer to her and made a buzzing sound right in her ear.

And with a quick shove of his shoulder, she pushed him right into an undeserving older customer who just about had a real heart attack. Waving an apology at the poor old woman across Harry’s cart, while he snickered, she felt the embarrassment doubling in size.

Once they had moved on from that incident, she hit his shoulder with a little less passion this time, “The fuck are you listening to me?”

“The walls are pretty thin… and you’re not exactly quiet.”

Her cheeks were bright red and she felt like disappearing off the face of the planet just then so that no one knew anything about her anymore. So that she no longer had to stomach the fact that Harry knew too much about what she did in her apartment right next-door to his. The hardest piece to swallow was that she’d been so carelessly loud enough for him to hear in the first place.

He recognized her dimness and hesitation like he was staring at the back of his hand, however. “Sorry… s’nothing to be ashamed of… like I said, I think it’s hot.”

“Don’t really care what you think.” She steered them down the hygiene aisle, the last stop on her trip, to locate a new pack of toothpaste.

“Well I care what you think… especially while you’re…” he raised a suggestive eyebrow and that just about did it for her.

“Fuck,” she smacked his chest with her open hand, not even coming close to hurting him however, “off,” another smack. “I fucking hate you.”

“This is a family store, Adeline.”

“You’re the one talking about masturbation in the middle fo Costco, Harry,” she kept her voice down as a middle-aged mom wandered down their aisle.

“We could talk about it tonight at your place instead if you’d like.”

“It’d have to be my place because a damn hurricane blew through your apartment.”

“Was that a yes then?”

“Hell no.”

There was no amount of convincing that could’ve stopped Harry from helping Lin unload her items into the trunk of his car. They were friends, after all, even if they did often throw around harmless jokes at the other’s expense.

“M’not really a fan of danishes, to be honest.” Harry placed in the box she’d bought with everything else as well, emptying the cart and closing the lid to the trunk.

“Good, they’re not for you.”

He cocked an eyebrow, ready to question her further, but she was already off to the cart return without an explanation. They had combined carts when Harry was awkwardly rolling around a lonely apple pie, so as she made her way across the parking lot aisle, he rolled his eyes and got himself situated in the driver’s seat. Unlocking all the doors for her, he warmed up the car and flipped the radio from the popular station to the one that played seventies and eighties oldies that Lin usually preferred.

Harry did as well, he had just been in the mood for Ariana Grande and Post Malone on the drive to Costco.

“Who are they for then?” He was positive he already knew her answer, but he still oddly found himself worried she’d bought desserts for a new secret boyfriend.

“What?” Their previous conversation had completely slipped her mind when she was pulling her seatbelt on and adjusting the vents that blew cold air in her face.

“The danishes.”

She sat back in her seat, buckled in and ready to go, eyes finding his as she wondered why he cared and why he hadn’t left yet. Or at least put the car in reverse. “Not that it’s any of your business but it’s for the new neighbor.”

“Neighbors,” he emphasized the plural, finally making a move to get them out of the horrendously busy Costco parking lot while a wave of relief washed over him that Lin did not, in fact, have a new boyfriend.

Not that he should care.

“There’s more people moving in? To what room?”

“No… it’s two people moving in across the hall. They’re married.”

“How do you know that?”

“I met them when I got home from work.”

“Jesus,” she glanced out the window while he stopped at the red light that kept them imprisoned inside the parking lot. “I feel bad for them. Their first impressions of their new home had to be you.”

“Oi! Better than you and your fucking danishes.” He made a disgusted face as he followed the cars ahead of him through the green light onto the main street, now only a few minutes from their building. “Not even gluten free, are they?”

“I’m sure I can find some gluten-free danishes to shove up your-“

Her knuckles hit their wood door four times, feeling as if she’d overdone it after the second knock with the intense nerves stirring around in her stomach. And if she wasn’t so competitive, she would have asked Harry to come along with her, but there was no way she’d let him steal the ‘nicest neighbor’ title from her.

“Hi… can I help you?” Her nerves skyrocketed when the presumed husband opened the door in front of her and she forgot everything she wanted to say that she’d rehearsed the past hour. Even if he was married, he was incredibly handsome and she completely lost her train of thought.

“Um, I… I’m uh…”

“Oh! You must be from across the hall! Addy, was it?”

Now she was very visibly bewildered. “It’s Adeline, actually, but I prefer Lin… who told you that?” She didn’t mean to sound so offended, but she had her suspicions. Only Harry called her that awful nickname just to spite her.

“Oh, sorry. Your neighbor, Harry, told us.”

“Figures.” Narrowing her eyes, she made a pinky promise to herself to strangle him later. Setting her displeasure for her aggravating neighbor aside, she remembered why she was at their doorstep in the first place. “I, uh, brought some danishes as a housewarming gift.”

“Oh, thank you!” Glancing down at the plastic-wrapped plate in her hand, his face lit up and he turned his head over his shoulder to his wife, who had previously been unpacking a kitchen box, but now she was nodding her head and giving him a silent signal to invite Lin inside.

“Do you want to come in? We have pie as well.”

If it wasn’t for Harry looming in the back of her mind, she would have never stepped foot inside their apartment. After all, they could be murderers. So, she practically tiptoed into their kitchen, feeling the tiniest bit safer with Harry just across the hall.

Not that he’d be very useful if she was being stabbed to death.

But the thought helped.

“Those look wonderful, thank you.” The wife took the plate from Lin, who reluctantly slid herself into the barstool at their identical island counter after the husband offered her the seat.

“You’re welcome… I never got your names actually.”

“Oh, I’m Paulina and this is my husband Tom.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you guys.”

“It’s definitely a relief to have such nice neighbors,” Tom started while Paulina grabbed three glasses from a cabinet closest to the fridge. The shelves all looked neat like she’d just unpacked their dishes and they hadn’t made a mess of everything yet. It made Lin reminisce on the days when she was new to the building… back before Harry was around. “We moved out of our last place because they were horrible.”

“Well, I can’t speak for Harry, but I’m nice, I think.”

“Really? He seemed pleasant enough,” Tom defended. With three glasses of water in front of them and three smaller dessert plates, Paulina put their options down in the middle of the counter as well.

There was her unwrapped, perfect, (and, in fact, gluten free) raspberry danishes.

As well as a Costco brand apple pie.

Glaring at the box with a few small slices already missing, she had absolutely no pleasant thoughts about Harry fucking Styles.

“Trust me, there is nothing pleasant about him.”

“Hm,” Paulina glanced nervously at her husband as he chewed cautiously on a bite of apple pie. “He’s not loud is he?”

Lin finally managed to rip her vengeful eyes away from the apple pie long enough to see how apprehensive she’d made the poor couple. “No, he’s just… irritating.” She’d be lying if she said Harry was a horrible neighbor because he was actually somewhat likable, for the most part.

Not that she’d ever say it out loud.

“Oh, good. We can handle a little irritation. Our last neighbors argued all the time.”

“And played their music as loud as they possibly could,” Tom added. “It wasn’t good music either, sounded like something dying.” He shuddered at the memory.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that here. It’s pretty quiet.” Lin reassured and took a sip of her water. “Actually, if you don’t mind, I have a lot of laundry to get done so…”

“Oh, yeah of course! It was nice meeting you Lin.” Tom stepped around the counter to walk her out while Paulina gave her a gracious smile in agreement before they left the kitchen.

As soon as Lin was out in their deserted hallway again with her new neighbor’s door shut behind her and a content smile on her face, another door was opened. And just as quickly as Harry appeared in the threshold to his room, the smile was swiped right off of her lips.

“So?” He grinned like he was up to no good. “How were they?”

“Think you already know,” she crossed her arms.

“Oh, don’t be so cross, Addy.” He really could not stop the smirk forming on his own mouth, even when she glared into his soul like she was ready to end him.

“You’re such an asshole.” She stomped the couple steps to her room and ignored him when she heard his door shut and felt him standing beside her while she got her key out.

“Guess that means I’m not invited over for dessert?”

Once she had her door unlocked, she held it open with her foot and turned to him, “You’d be guessing right.”

“It was just a joke.”

“You know I don’t like to be called that.”

“Yeah but why not? It rolls off the tongue better…”

Without a word, she moved toward her room again ready to leave him to his own devices out in the hallway.

“Wait,” he planted his hand flat on her door before she managed to shut it in his face. “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe if you actually meant it when you apologized, I’d consider letting you in.”

He sighed, thinking it was ridiculous but still standing up straight to give her his best apology. After all, it would be worth it to not spend his Thursday night alone and without her incredible tea and biscuits. Clearing his throat, he began, “Lin, I’m sorry for calling you that name you don’t like.”

“And?”

“And telling the neighbors to call you that too.”

“And?”

He wracked his brain for what else she could possibly want from him for a moment before something finally came to mind. “And I won’t call you that again… can I come in now? I’ve been craving your stupid biscuits all day.”

“Hm… no.” And with that, the door was shut in his face and securely locked. Shaking his head with a dimply grin like he couldn’t believe she made him go through all of that and still not let him in. But he knew he should have seen it coming, so he didn’t even bother knocking or begging any further. Lin was as frustratingly stubborn as he was.

“Don’t want your biscuits anyways,” he shouted through the door.

“Yes you do, and you’re not getting any.”

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know,” Lin’s impeccable articulation of what she needed to say in front of the very intimidatingly attractive Tom was briefly interrupted with an all too familiar door creaking shut behind her and an all too familiar scent of cologne creeping up beside her. She squeezed her eyes shut in irritation for less than a second before she opened them and tried to focus less on Harry and more on why she was knocking at Tom’s door for the second time this week. “I’m having a small party tonight. You guys are invited if you want to come. If not, I just wanted to apologize for any noise.”

Tom brought out his perfect, beaming grin as she watched him glance at Harry who she’d yet to acknowledge and then back at her. “We’d love to come actually! Should we bring anything?”

“No… well, if you want any alcohol, you can bring that. I just have beer for everyone.” Lin explained, knowing very well she had her own bottle of alcohol in her fridge currently that no one else was allowed to touch.

“Actually,” Harry finally piped in, to Lin’s complete agitation, “I was going to the store after my run, I could pick up something up for you guys.”

Lin twisted her head over her shoulder, full-on scowl greeting Harry’s neighborly smile.

“That’d be great actually, let me write some things down and give you some cash…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, s’on me.”

Tom’s eyes grew round, but grateful after all the money they’d spent over the past few days on new furniture. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

When Tom retreated back into his room absentmindedly to find a pen and paper, Harry turned his smug face to Lin.

“What are you doing?” She muttered in a low volume, just to Harry, but still with quite a vicious tone that he definitely deserved.

“Being neighborly.”

“Looks more like desperate bribery.”

Harry leaned in closer and kept his eyes on Tom, who was scrawling on a pad of paper at his kitchen counter, to make absolutely sure that the next thing to come out of his mouth was heard by her ears only, “‘Least I don’t fancy my married neighbor.”

Her mouth sprung open as if appalled by what he’d said. Like it was an unambiguously ridiculous claim she couldn’t believe came out of his mouth. So ridiculous that she smacked his shoulder numerous times before he had to grab her hands to get her to stop.

“You’re a fucking prick,” whispering, she attempted pulling her arms from his grip with no avail and only to struggle against each other even more.

“You’re the one hitting me and I’m the prick?”

“You deserve it!”

“Okay!” Tom’s much louder voice seemed to boom between them loud enough to break apart the grade school roughhousing and arguing. And once Tom was headed to the door again, Lin’s hands went back to her side and Harry’s polite smile smacked back on his face as if nothing had ever happened in the hallway.

“Here’s a few things my wife likes, you can just get one of them, though, whatever you can find.” He handed the post-it sized paper over to Harry before returning his attention to Lin.

“Should we dress up or?”

“No. Just casual is fine.”

And with amiable smiles all around and ‘see you later’s, Lin and Harry were alone in their hallway again.

“You’re uninvited,” Lin grumbled out first.

“You can’t uninvite me, your friends all love me.”

She stepped closer to him, poking her finger into his unexpectedly toned pectoral, “If you show up in my apartment tonight, I will fight you.”

He swallowed, so amusingly unafraid of her he almost couldn’t hold back the smile that threatened to creep onto his lips and ruin the whole bit. “Very intimidating.”

“I’m serious.”

“Never doubted that you were.”

“Then why are you smiling?”

He shrugged just as smug as ever, “I’ll see you tonight, Lin.” Winking, he left her feeling both powerless and also like she could punch him square in the face quite effortlessly.

“Linny poo!” Harry shouted through her apartment, two reusable shopping bags in hand as he stretched his arms out like wings after successfully making it inside her apartment without having to take on a bridge troll first. And once he found her on the couch amongst the crowd, a distinctly bothered face behind a glass of pink alcohol, he continued, “I’m here, come and fight me!”

With none of her friends in on the joke, but all still entertained by Harry, they stared straight at her for some explanation. And with both Harry and Lin sufficiently pre-game tipsy, she simply shot him her middle finger while continuing to sip on her drink.

The party was already in full swing when he showed up, and after his obtrusive entrance, he laid out the alcohol he’d brought over, leaving it all on the counter apart from an already opened bottle of Smirnoff he kept to himself.

“Why are you here?” Lin was right next to him all of a sudden, making him jump when she spoke up over the chatter and music.

“I brought the good alcohol, remember?” He glanced down at her glass, it clearly not filled with the piss-colored beer she’d provided for the night and making his eyebrows crease in confusion.

“Yeah, but I thought I told you you were uninvited.”

“And I told you you can’t do that.”

He could tell she was getting angrier with him the longer he stood in her presence. “Can we talk in the other room?”

“Are you going to try and hit me again?”

“Maybe.”

Even so, he followed her to her bedroom for the private argument that was sure to unfold once there was a closed door between them and everyone else.

“Fuck, your room’s a mess.”

“I’m literally this close,” she pinched together her thumb and index finger in front of him, “to punching you right now, so I wouldn’t push it.”

“You call me to kill the spiders, Lin, you won’t punch me.”

“I hate you.”

He grinned like he was proud of himself. “Seriously, though, you made fun of me for my messy apartment and your room looks like this?”

“No one’s coming in here anyways.”

“I’m in here.”

“You don’t count.”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“You’re an asshole.” She answered him a little too easily and he was the tiniest bit offended by it.

“Well, so are you.”

“Only because you try to ruin everything all the time.”

“Like what!?” Harry was the embodiment of dumbfounded then, with his pointed eyebrows and flared nostrils.

“Like the neighbors.” She stated obviously, “I put a lot of thought into what to bring them and you just swoop in with your fucking apple pie.”

“You put a lot of thought into raspberry danishes? Really?”

“Better than a boring apple pie!”

“No it’s not!” He shouted back, neither of them at all worried whether or not anyone in her apartment could hear them at this point. “Everyone loves apple pie! It’s a traditional comfort food and I can’t believe you think your fucking danishes-”

Harry would have expected a punch to the face coming his way a lot sooner than what she actually did. And, quite frankly, so did she. But, seeing him yelling passionately about baked goods, and still a bit buzzed, landed her lips on him instead of her knuckles.

With her hands securely on either side of his jaw, she pushed him back against the wall with a slight thud all while he had no idea how to react. And when the initial shock of it wore off, his hands slid up her sides to her lower back where he supported her as he returned all the angry passion she’d kissed him with in the first place.

He took over quickly with his much larger arm muscles, spinning her around and pinning her up against the wall now. Still, her strong will seeped into how she made out with him, making his lungs burn and his lips numb. He didn’t want it to stop either, however, after he spent god knows how long thinking about kissing her.

“Thought you hated me,” he breathed out, resting his forehead on hers when she finally gave him a break.

“I do.”

“Hm,” he blinked a couple times then settled his gaze on her lips, the smeared red lipstick making him feel things he never thought it would. “You always kiss people you hate like that?”

“You’re the only person I hate,” she ghosted her lips over his, and they both felt the slightly shameful rate at which he was growing in his pants.

“Guess I should be flattered then.” He kissed her again twice, both very quick and also very slow like he wanted to feel everything and remember it beyond the hangover he’d have in the morning.

“Well you definitely feel flattered.”

Smiling against the side of her mouth, he let out a gravelly laugh. “S’not you, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I get really turned on by desserts.” She found herself rolling her eyes at him, and then they took a detour, rolling back in her head as he wandered down her neck, determined to leave marks on her that no one at the party would question came from his mouth.

“Lucky for you, I bought more danishes,” she teased, between the whimpers as he continued to nip at her skin, and particularly when his hands slipped up under the back of her skirt.

“Oh, fuck you and your danishes.”

#1dff #exchanges

[tragedy-for-sale]

All of your Bad Batch HC are *cheff kisses* the best! Srsly, keep up the good work and have a lovely day! *whispers* I can totally see Cody getting dragged into one of their misfits.

Thank you! It makes me really happy that you like my work! I hope you have a wonderful day!

*whispers* Cody's reckless side came from the Bad Batch. The four of them met Cody back on Kamino, Cody volunteered in the medbay, where the Bad Batch frequented so that's how they met.

Cody would sneak them out and use his popularity among the Kamionions and his brothers to sneak them on crazy adventures. They never got caught. The four noted how Cody acted different towards them, Hunter called him out on it.

Cody then explained how he knew a brother with defective blond hair, and how he'd spend so much time crying over being treated defective. Cody then told them if this brother was suffering, he couldn't even begin to imagine the pain the Bad Batch went through. So maybe he did treat them different, but Cody was trying to make them feel normal.

But besides that. Nowadays, the Bad Batch has been known to kidnap Cody to go on adventures. Usually to Coruscant.

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Cody will distract a civie and Crosshair will pickpocket them. They then go buy ice cream. Cody got Crosshair a T-shirt cannon once and gave people mini heart attacks by hitting them with a shirt that says 'XH' they've become an infamous thing on Coruscant. Cody and Crosshair usually gossip over some chocolate milk. These two talk so much shit. About everyone and everything. Hunter finds it hilarious that the two of them gossip like teenagers.

Cody and Wrecker are an odd duo. When they're together, they're quoting memes and waking up the other three by hitting frying pans together. The crew has dragged Cody to their favorite lake on Naboo and Cody plays chicken with them in the water. Cody and Wrecker are undefeated. When they're on a mission, Cody and Wrecker are found blowing shit up. Cody loves explosions you just don't know it.

With Tech, Cody gives him access to some things Tech shouldn't be allowed to assess. Or they'll take Hunter's Bandana and play innocent when asked. These two cause a lot of trouble if you're not watching them. They're both soooo good and sweet. You can't be mean to them. They've stolen Crosshair's sniper, and Wrecker's gonk droid too. The two also bake together. They make a bunch of muffins and whatnot for Cody to take back to his men and Tech keeps some for his brothers.

Hunter and Cody are relatively chill. But everynow and then, they're probably drunk off soda and laughing at nothing or they're dragging their brothers out to bars or arcades. They've dragged the boys to a roller rank and they now frequent it because Wrecker fell in love with it. Tech likes the food they offer and is skating with Wrecker. Crosshair's in the arcade, he can't skate. And Hunter and Cody are drinking sodas checking in on the other three.

Then Cody goes back to his normal life. He resumes his role as the functioning Commander of the 212th. He steps back into the role of being the older brother to Rex. Cody becomes serious again. Calm and collected. He plays the strong commander his brothers need him to be. But when he goes to the Bad Batch, he doesn't have to be strong or serious. He can be as chaotic and emotional as he wants. Because they don't expect anything from him but to just be their brother.

#rex doesn't know about Cody's chaotic side #commander cody #the bad batch #Wrecker #hunter #Crosshair #tech