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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 11 days

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Step Into The Daylight

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Prompt - "Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do anything about it.” “You... What?” & "I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you"

The sun streaming through the windows did little to fight against the coldness he felt, he knew the room was warm, he knew the cold he felt deep in his bones wasn’t there and yet he couldn’t fight the shivers that wracked his body. It didn’t matter that he could see the small room his brother’s had shown him to once they landed on the planet, in his mind he was still there, still in that cold, small cell with no hope of escaping.

He’d been there for so long, long enough that he had lost track of the days. He could have planned an escape, could have made some attempt to leave their torture but what for? There was nothing waiting for him outside of his cell anymore.

Gone was his relationship with his brothers, gone was the easy back and forth banter with Wrecker, gone were the late night talks with Hunter, gone were the days him and Tech would sit together, his brother’s voice filling the silence without expecting anything back from Crosshair, gone was Echo’s steady presence, at his side whenever he needed it.

Gone were you.

Gone were the early mornings when the rest of his brothers were still asleep, only you and Crosshair awake in the cockpit holding a warm cup of caff and filling the space with softly spoken conversation. Gone were the days spent trying to stick by your side, gone were the stolen glances and lingering touches, gone was sneaking away after missions to explore together, gone were the chances he took to watch you smile, gone was the promise he’d tell you how he felt tomorrow.

Crosshair had run out of tomorrow’s a long time ago.

After all he had done, all the pain he had put his brothers through, the pain he had put you through, this was the least he deserved.

And so when the chance came to make his escape, to leave the pain and the torture behind he hesitated. The cell door was open, it would be so easy to leave and yet he hesitated.

If the kid hadn’t been there, if her life didn’t depend on him getting her out he knows he would have stayed where he was, he would have rotted in that cell for as long as they decided he was useful alive.

Now he was free and somehow he felt more confined than ever. It wasn’t just because Hunter wouldn’t take his eyes off him, it wasn’t because Wrecker hovered or the fact Omega had seemed to attach herself to him. It didn’t even have anything to do with the fact that you were here, stars above Crosshair couldn’t think of a time he would ever have ignored your presence and yet now he did everything to stay away from you, not able to face you yet.

No, it wasn’t because of you or his brothers that Crosshair felt confined. It was because he didn’t deserve this freedom, in his head he was still in the cold cell, destined to rot away.

Crosshair stood from the floor, unable to lay there any longer. The room had a bed tucked against the wall but Crosshair had only managed about ten minutes of tossing and turning on it before he gave the bed up for the floor, the bed too soft compared to what he had become used to.

Everyone else was still asleep as he made his way outside, no real destination in mind. His feet carried him through side streets until they grew sore and only then did he make his way back, stopping not too far away from where the others were to sit on the sand, the sun shining blindingly on the water.

He didn’t deserve to be here.

“I used to come here.” A voice interrupted him some time later, a voice he recognised all too well. “It’s quiet, no one ever comes here.”

Crosshair didn’t turn to look at you, he couldn’t bring himself to do it but when you sat next to him it was too much. He went to stand but your hand softly grabbing his stopped him.

“Please stop running away.” You pleaded softly and Crosshair didn’t have to look at you to know your eyes were teary but he did anyway, his heart aching for having made you this way.

“I can’t do this.” He told you quietly, forcing his gaze away from yours and looking back out at the water.

“I don’t know what happened to you,” You said after a moment's silence and Crosshair balled his hand into a fist, silently begging you to stop talking. “I don’t know what they did to you and you don’t have to tell me but-”

“But nothing.” He spat angrily, glaring at the sea and instantly hating himself for lashing out at you, so he tried again, softer this time. “But nothing. What they did to me was nothing less than I deserved.”

“Don’t say that.” You said, head shaking as you tried to compose yourself.

“It’s the truth, I tried to kill you, kill my brothers…I hurt you all and for what? For the Empire to throw my loyalty in my face.” Crosshair shrugged.

“For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.” You told Crosshair, looking away from him as you spoke. “It didn’t matter what you did, how far you strayed from us, I never gave up on you.”

“You should have.” He muttered. “Everyone else did, Hunter doesn’t trust me, Wrecker wants to but he knows I’m nothing more than a lost cause.”

“That’s not true. Hunter’s just being Hunter, he needs time to adjust, needs time to figure things out in his head and then he’ll want to talk to you. Yeah you’re both gonna throw out words you don’t mean, maybe a punch or two but after that…it’s Hunter, he’s glad you’re back. As for Wrecker he wants to come to you, you know that as much as I do but he’s scared, he doesn’t want to spook you so he’s waiting for you to make the first move.” You explained, keeping your voice soft, not turning to face Crosshair as he turned to look at you.

“What about you?” He finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“I was with Wrecker. I kept my distance and waited to see what your move was. Turns out your move was to avoid everyone.” You laughed and Crosshair felt himself relax a little, the sound one he hadn't heard in so long and it somehow managed to push out some of the cold he felt. “I feel for you, Cross, I do. Stars only know what the Empire did to you but you’re free now, don’t let them win, don’t shut us out.”

“I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you.” Crosshair said after a long pause of silence and you laughed again.

“We all feel bad for you, despite everything you’re one of us.” You told him so sincerely that Crosshair felt like he’d been punched in the stomach at the speed his breath was stolen from him.

You turned to face him, a small smile on your face and you hesitated for only a moment before you reached out and took his hand in yours, entwining your fingers together.

“I don’t deserve any of this,” Crosshair forced out and you smiled at him softly. “I don’t deserve you, you should be running away from me, leave me behind and move on.”

“Well, I’m sorry but I fell in love with you, okay?” You told him, watching as his eyes widened in complete disbelief. “It happened and I can’t do anything about it.”

“You…what?” Crosshair choked, for so long he had dreamed of you and him, of a life where you could possibly want him but it was such a far off dream, something that would never become a reality and now you were saying the words he had longed to hear for years.

“You’re stuck with me, Cross, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not running away. You’re it for me, always have been.” You said, laughing as a tear or two managed to slip down your cheek and Crosshair only second guessed himself for a moment before his hand cupped your cheek and he softly brushed the tears away, his thumb caressing your cheek bone.

“I don’t deserve you.” He repeated and you smiled brightly at him. “But I will spend the rest of my life trying.”

“I love you.” You told him again, watching as his eyes became watery and he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, so much.” He choked out and you couldn’t stop yourself from closing the small distance between the two of you, Crosshair not hesitating to meet you in the middle.

Crosshair’s hand on your cheek moved to your hair, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you, savouring every second of the feeling, something he had longed for and convinced himself he could never have.

Eventually the two of you needed to pull apart for air, breathing heavily but not going far from each other, foreheads together as you both smiled at the other.

For the first time in so long Crosshair didn’t feel a single bit of cold, his body was warm, his heart racing as he held you close. For the first time in a long time Crosshair didn’t feel numb, he didn’t feel pain or fear.

It felt like he was finally off that awful planet, it felt like he had finally left his cold cell behind and stepped into the daylight, able to feel the sun of Pabu for the first time and it was because of you, you were the source of this warmth, this love, this joy, this overwhelming relief that things would be better.

For the first time in a very long time Crosshair felt like things would be okay, he had you, he swore he’d make amends with his brothers, spend the rest of his life making up for everything, spend the rest of his life proving he was worthy of yours and his brother’s love. It felt easier, it felt doable with you at his side once again.

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kaminokatie · 9 months

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First Kiss || The Bad Batch

Synopsis - Your first kiss with the members of The Bad Batch.

Warnings - SFW.

Word Count - 1.5k.

[Caffeinate Me]

HUNTER had saved your skin yet again. It was becoming a regular thing now, Hunter saving you from yourself. So-much-so that if you had made up a tally of all the times Hunter had saved you, you’d definitely be in double digits. You sighed a sigh of relief and turned around to thank him, only to be met with his lips on yours. You ‘hmphed’ into the kiss as you were taken by surprise, only for Hunter to press his lips further into you, deepening the kiss. When Hunter showed no signs of pulling away from you, you relaxed into his body and your eyes fluttered closed. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, kissing with pure need, almost as if your lives depended on it. When he pulled away, Hunter grinned at you and gave you a sly wink forcing your face to heat up. “What was that for?” You asked, smiling widely.

“Just think of it as an incentive to stop you from almost dying on me all the time,” Hunter replied as he moved his body away from yours and turned his attention back to the mission at hand. “There’s more where that came from if you stay alive.”

“Sir, yes sir,” you saluted, watching as he walked away with a dumb smile on your face.

CROSSHAIR sat in the corner of his barracks on Kamino as Omega and the other members of The Batch came up with an escape plan. He placed his head in his hands as he tried to process the situation. The newly formed Galactic Empire had left you all to die on Kamino as they blew the place to smithereens, after all he’d done for the Empire so far and this is how they repay him? You excused yourself from The Batch and sat down next to Crosshair in the corner, your eyes heavy with sadness. “If we don’t make it out of this, I want you to know that despite everything, I still love you,” you whispered, without looking at him. Crosshair was taken back by your statement and looked at you with confusion, his heart fluttering in his chest. He had tried to kill you and you were saying that you loved him? He couldn’t quite process what was going on as you scooted up to sit next to him, your knees touching. Throwing caution to the wind, you quickly cupped his face in your hands and kissed him softly, closing your eyes as you melted into his lips. For a few seconds, it was nice to pretend like your life wasn’t in danger and that Crosshair wasn’t the bad guy. He thought for a moment before kissing you back, his lips moving in tandem with your own easily as his hands went to rest on your hips. When you pulled away, you stared into Crosshair's eyes hoping that you had gotten through to him with your kiss.

“That was nice,” he mumbled softly, his gaze dropping down from your eyes to your lips. You nodded in response before standing up and making your way back over to The Batch to talk about an escape plan. Crosshair was even more conflicted now: does he continue being a good soldier and follow orders, or does he leave the Empire to be with you?

TECH watched as you fumbled around the cockpit, unsure of what to do. You had never been techy and weren’t very good at helping repair the ship so you often just pottered around. You weren’t exactly sure what you brought to The Batch sometimes and it often left you feeling rather insecure. “Y/N, just leave the repairs to Echo and I,” Tech huffed. “Things will go a lot smoother if you don’t mess around.”

“I’m sorry Tech,” you mumbled. You sat down in the pilot's seat and looked on as Tech continued the repairs needed. You were fascinated by his curious mind and the way he worked, you couldn’t deny that.

“Y/N?” Tech asked. “Are you okay? You’re staring at me. Is something wrong?” You snapped back into reality at Tech’s voice and blushed before looking away, mumbling a ‘sorry’ under your breath.

Tech stopped his repairs, eyes narrowing on you as he focused his attention to your bouncing leg. He walked over to you and held out his hand for you to take, which reluctantly you did. You were pulled to your feet and flushed dangerously close to Tech’s body. You looked deep into his eyes as he searched yours for any signs of resistance. When you didn’t move away from him, Tech took it upon himself to slowly and shakily lean in and graze his lips softly against yours. His eyes remained open as he watched the emotions flash across your face. When you closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss, Tech did the same, finally feeling comfortable. When you pulled away from Tech’s lips, you breathed heavily out of embarrassment. “What was that for?” You asked dreamily.

“You looked distracted. I was simply just trying to help you,” Tech cleared his throat and watched as you nodded before turning his attention back to the repairs at hand. You stood still, as if frozen, for a few seconds with your fingers trailing across your lips. He was right, you were distracted, but now you were even more distracted than before.

ECHO had been insecure ever since his rescue from Skako Minor. He often found himself thinking about what his life would have been like had he not been a Separatist project, and sometimes he even found himself wishing he had died at the Citadel. Echo found himself unable to sleep and quietly got up and made his way into the cockpit, hoping to keep himself busy with something to do on the ship. He had been so engrossed in what he was doing, he hadn’t heard your tiny footsteps following him. “Echo, are you okay?” You asked, sleepily rubbing your eyes.

Echo turned to look at you, his face white. He looked as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. When he realised it was just you, he nodded and smiled softly. “I just can’t sleep,” he replied. “What are you doing up?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Heard you get up,” you mumbled. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” he whispered back. You found yourself walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, something you did regularly when the two of you were alone. Echo felt his heart hammer against his chest and you turned him around to face you. Without thinking, Echo leaned into your touch and sighed happily. Whenever you were around, he always felt complete. “You should go back to sleep.”

“Not without you,” you smiled up at him. Echo was about to protest but you pressed your lips to his softly, silencing him. His eyes went wide when he realised your lips were on his, but he was quick to relax as your lips began to move against his own. His lips, like his body, were cold to the touch, but you were quick to warm them up. Your tongue ran along his bottom lip and Echo felt his face set on fire. When you finally pulled away, you gave Echo a grin and pecked his lips once more. “Let’s get some sleep, eh?”

WRECKER watched as you cleaned the ship. You weren’t much useful on missions so you made yourself useful back on the ship by doing ‘housework’. Wrecker admired you as you continued your cleaning spree, watching the way your eyes narrowed and your lips pursed as you grumbled about the dust around you. “I literally cleaned this space two days ago!” You cried loudly, scrunching your nose up. Wrecker chuckled at your reaction and smiled at your cuteness. When you had finished dusting, you turned to Wrecker to ask for some assistance when you slipped over something on the floor and landed flat on his lap. You looked up at him with wide eyes, absolutely mortified. “Wrecker, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be,” Wrecker laughed loudly, his hands resting on your hips.

Everything, from that moment, happened in slow motion. You found yourself staring into his eyes before slowly closing the gap between your faces. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you kissed Wrecker slowly, earning a groan from the giant clone. He immediately kissed you back passionately as your lips met, something he had been dying to do for weeks now. You sat up on his lap pushing your lips further against his, desperate for more. Wrecker chuckled into your lips before he pulled away leaving you completely breathless. With his hands still planted firmly on your hips, Wrecker helped you stand up. “T-Thank you,” you whispered softly, biting your bottom lip.

“Don’t mention it,” Wrecker smiled at you. You sighed before bending down to pick up what you had fallen over: Lula. Wrecker’s eyes widened when he saw his stuffed toy in your hand and grinned. “My Lula!”

You chuckled and passed Lula to Wrecker with a soft smile on your lips. Wrecker thanked you with another quick kiss before pulling away and walking to his bunk, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Your fingers traced your lips as you watched Wrecker walk away cuddling Lula and you felt your heart flutter. You hoped you’d get another opportunity to kiss him again.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Could you do headcanons for what the members of the bad batch would be like as husbands??

The best kind? The hot kind? The wholesome kind? Everything.

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic, space husbands, cuddles, kissing, bathing together, sharing clothes, flirting

A/N: All of them are lovely but if I had to pick it'd have to be Hunter.

Hunter would be the first one up in the morning, a routine carried over from the war. He tries not to wake you up with it though, instead really loving to take a shower later and cuddle back up in bed with you if you don't get up in the meantime.

He never forgets your anniversary. Even if he's away when it happens he will bend over backwards to make time to call you and tell you everything he loves about you without fail. His dedication to you is his most admirable trait, he never lets you feel like you're alone or undeserving of love and his full attention.

"Stop grilln' me sweetheart, I ain't telling you nothin'. What kind of surprise would it be then? And actin' surprised isn't gonna work either so stop lookin' at me like that. They ain't takin' me away on our anniversary this time and that's a bloody promise. Of course I mean it, have I ever lied to you?"

Crosshair is as strict when he's married as he is as a soldier. He has a schedule, he has a way of doing things, he expects things to go a certain way. He's very serious about keeping things in order.

A bit of a neat freak. He makes it fun though, there's always music in the background and he pulls you in for a dance and a kiss and a an occasional slap on the ass. Takes things too seriously sometimes which can be a lot to deal with but it's nothing you're not used to by now, at least you can always be sure he's being honest in the things he says, and he has a lot, really a lot, of things to say to you.

"If you keep that up doll I'm dropping this and picking you up instead. We can cuddle later, just let me finish this first. Oh? And what sort of compromise were you thinking? Temping, very tempting. Hm... I knew there was a reason I married you. Ouch! It was a joke! Yes, I know a rare one, savor it, like I'll savor you."

Tech is a planner. He always plans your dates, your anniversaries, your vacations, and is the handyman around the house while you handle the rest of the chores that he's not that skilled at. He tried to cook once and... well he doesn't speak of that incident anymore.

He's still not the best at relaxing after a long day so he lets you take the reins, lets you drag him to the couch or a warm bath for cuddles before he dozes off with his head on your lap. He has an alarm set so he never oversleeps, even when he's dead tired. Lucky for him you've developed a similar sleeping schedule so he's never alone for long.

"I was thinking we can choose that for our next vacation spot. I'm able to take a whole two weeks off soon and I know you like that place sweetie. I will spend the whole duration of it with you I promise, no distractions to speak off. Except for you that is."

Wrecker is the kind of husband that carries your photo with him everywhere and brags about you to everyone who he happens to get friendly with. Which is a lot of people. So you can bet that there are a bunch of people out there who know all about how much he loves you.

Goes bonkers when you wear his clothes. He absolutely melts at the sight. It's cute, it's funny how big his shirt and pants are on you. Because he knows you like them he always brings extra whenever the two of you go anywhere together. Always cuddles with you when he's home, you will not get away from this mans hugs and kisses if you try. But why would you?

"What? Can't I stare at my sweet stuff looking sweet wearing my stuff? Heh, yer a dream come true I tell ya. I wanted to surprise ya so I told the boys to keep our arrival on the downlow. It worked didn't it. Come here, I need me some sugar, and Force knows ya've got plenty."

Echo is very openly affectionate as a husband. He's never not holding your hand or smiling at you, alone or in company. He feels very lucky to have someone like you in his life, the best thing in his life really, and he will spend every waking moment remind you of that.

Makes you breakfast every morning, regardless of if he's leaving for a mission or not you can expect the two of you to eat together when he's home. Likes to wrap his arm around you from behind and kiss the crown of your head when you're in bed. Always ready to listen and give advice.

"I did not stay up late love, you're just up very, very early. It's not even four in the morning. Why did I stay up? Ah come one now, how else was I gonna get everything ready on time to surprise you? Losing one night of sleep is nothing to me. I've stayed up for worse, seeing you smile? That's all the reason I need to be the best that I can ever be."

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echoisbabe · 1 month

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Tear in my heart

I had this idea from that scene from Black panther and this was born from that.

I think TW, for death? However! I hope that everyone that reads enjoys! My request are open

He stands before you, blaster raised. Your hands are raised, eyes never leaving the familiar helmet of Wolffe.

“Wolffe” his name leaves your lips in a plea, his grip loosens on his blaster

For once you are not happy to see him, your heart beats faster as he steps towards you. You don’t know what to do, turn and run? He’d shot you in the back that you are sure of.

“You are a traitor” his grip tightens on his blaster

“You would kill me, my love?” His grip falters again, he steps towards you once more

You wonder if he remembers it all, if someone where in his mind the thought of you lingers.

“For the empire” he states as he squares his shoulders, a second blaster now in his free hand “Without question”

Horror flashes across your face as you take a step back. What can you do now? You had promised never to use the Jedi mind trick on him, promised not to use the force on him. You know times are different however you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“Do you remember?” You ask, raising a hand and he flinches subtly, you take a step forward “what we shared? Does that mean nothing now?”

It hangs in the air, he’s holstering one blaster. He closes the distance between you and him. His helmeted forehead meets yours. He’s breathing deeply, his arm wraps around you. He pulls you closer, and you allow him to give you this.

“Let me go, Wolffe” you whisper “don’t let my blood be on your hands” you reach up, hands hesitantly taking hold of his helmet

“I-I have my orders, Cyar’ika” he moves away, so as not to let you lift his helmet “there won’t be any pain, if I do it, I promise”

You wrap your arms around him, tears finally falling freely from your eyes. Your heart is breaking with each passing second, clinging to him but also wanting to run. You had spent months running from this moment. Spent months missing this feeling that’s slipping through your fingers.

“Please” you try again, hoping for a different answer “just let me go” your pulling away from him, and he lets you pull from his arms but doesn’t allow any more distance to separate you

In the distance you hear his men, voices that you don’t recognize. It’s now or never, breaking this promise would sting but it must be done. You raise your hand with the words stuck on your tongue.

“Commander!” A voice shouts, Wolffe turns as your eyes widen, the blaster bolt has been shot and there is nothing to be done, if you pull your hand from him now it would be him that is hit, so you shove him and the blaster hits you square in the chest.

You hear your name screamed out like a banshee. Your knees go weak and you stumble, you want to catch yourself but your muscles fail you and you are falling.

Wolffe had never moved faster, he had caught you just before you hit the ground. His helmet had fallen off and you see his face, a smile graces your lips, your mouth moving as if you’re trying to formulate words that won’t come. He cups your face, shaking his head trying to fight the sudden rush of tears that threatens to spill from his eyes.

“Cyar’ika, I’m here” he whispers, he moves the hair from your face “I’m here” he whispers and your smile grows wider, he takes your hand, pressing it to his cheek “Wo- Wolffe, I-I lo-“ your last breath leaves and your body goes limp in his arms “Wait, no, no”

Wolffe reaches for his blaster, turning it on the man and doesn’t think twice, the blaster hits the man and he drops. He turns back to you, he pulls you closer as his forehead comes to rest on yours and he weeps.

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emperor-palpaminty · 1 year

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How about how the Bad Batch would react to you showing up for an undercover mission (you know, a fancy dress-up occasion) looking amazing? You may have done something similar before, but I just can't get enough of how you write these guys!

I've defs done a few of these Fics (one with Tech and one with Hunter) but absolutely!!!

Hunter

Hunter hates the suit. It's so different from his armor and it's just. Restricting. There's a lot of noise and it can get overwhelming

You come in to help him with the mission and lay a hand on his arm

Not only are you breathtaking but you're a calming and familiar presence

Once you're alone with him he grabs you and hugs you tightly and breathes you in, relaxing

"It's good to see you Mesh'la."

You hug him back and let him have a few moments and tell him he looks nice and you're sorry you couldn't get back sooner, but you're glad you're here now

He's awe struck by you, not only how you look, but your confidence, your scent, just you overall

Tech

Tech is stellar on these missions because he's aware of all the topics and milleau of the planet- what to discuss, what not to discuss, who is who and what has been happening

He's in the middle of some haughty-toity conversation and looking smart and then he feels a tap on his shoulder

He turns around to say something and then all the smart words leave his brain because oh no, you're all dressed up and stunning

"what's wrong tech? Cat got your tongue?"

(insert some form of a partially coherent sentence here)

You tell him to go back to his convo and you'll do some recon

He nods, tells you good luck, and watches you walk away longingly

Eventually words come back but you don't leave his head

Wrecker

Wrecker is extroverted but he doesn't dress fancy. This is because if he so much as exhales or flexes the suit bursts because our boy is beefy

He would be laughing and having a good time I think, but once you walk in he freezes and stares

Ooooooh how he stares

You would go over and say hi, pull him away to resume the mission and go sneak around and retrieve info or cause a distraction or whatever y'all do on a mission

He nods and listens, and then bursts out with "hey uh... You're pretty tonight. And every night. But also tonight."

You laugh and thank him, tell him he looks good too, and then head off for the mission

He totally has a super goofy grin when he looks at you

Crosshair

Crosshair hates formal events. He hates them.

He would rather be sitting naked on Both with a sniper rifle

However this disdain vanishes when he sees you hurrying in, trying frantically to fix the ball gown (because you rushed here and probably got some mud or leaves on it)

His jaw would drop, but he's got a toothpick in his mouth and he really doesn't want to lose it

However, Crosshair is not the kind to stand to the side and watch and wait (at least when he isn't sniping)

He comes to you and takes your arm and pulls you away from a (not super) interesting conversation

You ask where you're going and he stops you on the dance floor and grabs you and y'all proceed to tango the hell away

That is right! Crosshair is a master dancer (it's the lanky legs)

Echo

Echo is more of a background guy. If he goes on a fancy mission he tries to stay in the background

So you're in the middle of everything right? Laughing and batting your lashes and flirting so he can go do his mission

He tries so hard to not get in your way or to distract you. But he fails because you're just stunning and he is. He is shook

Echo kind of waits in the shadows for the signal, but he watches you longingly

This THRILLS you

Echo hasn't made a move because he's lost so much, he cannot stand the thought of losing you too

You make the first move and go to him and wait by him, passing the evening and talking

Rex (because he's basically a batch member now)

Rex would go because he doesn't trust anyone else with this mission (he's the "if anyone messes this up it's gonna be me" type

Rex is shocked when you show up garbed in blue and gold, like shaken to his core

He blinks, shakes it off, and clears his throat and offers his arm

He cannot take his eyes off you. He is not subtle. At all.

You, at first, think something is on your face. Or in your hair. Or something. He stares at you from everywhere! From across the room, from next to you, from other conversations

You realize that his gaze is warm and loving and, once the mission is handled, you take his hand and lead him to the dance floor and tell him that you haven't even gotten a chance to have a dance

He clears his throat and takes your arms and leads you to a waltz, but it's slow and gentle, like he's shocked he's holding you, like you're precious

Bonus: Omega

It's for a fun fancy event

Y'all MATCH

It's so cute, you just dance and have fun with her

At the end when heading back she's sleepy so you pick her up and she falls asleep and you carry her

#the bad batch #bad batch #hunter #tech #omega #wrecker #crosshair #rex #echo #tbb #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #tbb x you #minty writes #tbb imagines #the bad batch imagines

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kaminocasey · 11 months

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The Bad Batch babysitting little Leia? I would love to see that in s3 not gonna lie. Can you IMAGINE????

Bail would look at Hunter and be like "Being a father is hard sometimes, isn't it?" And Hunter would look at him like "MAKER, YES! Last week I found Omega and Wrecker trying to race each other in bomb diffusing and I thought I was gonna have a heart attack."

And Bail would be like "Oh yeah, well, I found Leia floating in her sleep."

And Crosshair would walk by with an 18 month old Leia who's biting his ankle. "I knew she was a demon. Now take your fuckin' kid."

Bail would pick Leia up and Hunter would give him a "Grumpy Uncles, what can ya do?" look lmao.

#lmfao #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb imagines #the bad batch #please dave #please jennifer #just give us a moment of peace

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multifandomwritings · 1 year

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Tech and a shy reader please 🥰💭

This is just a short little something, I hope you like it though :)

The Bad Batch | Tech with a shy S/O

Tech isn't really the most outgoing person himself, so you might think it would take a while for the two of you to open up to each other and start something. But honestly you'd probably get along better for that reason

Chances are if you're more on the quiet side you'd only catch his attention more honestly

Like he'd want to get to know more about you. And if you're more on the quiet side? Then he can go on about things and you'll actually listen to him, which would make him so happy

But seriously he's so curious by nature and wants to know stuff. So when you caught his eye, of course he'd want to know more about you. And you being more shy/reserved would only serve as a challenge to him. You'd drive him crazy in the best way possible because he'd be thinking of you all the time, wanting to get to know you better

Would find your shyness so cute though, and honestly, you'd bring that side of him out more

He'd be so hellbent on impressing you and making a good impression at first that he'd clam up easily around you

And would easily go red at your slightest interactions :>

Especially as you started opening up to him. He would be the quiet one, suddenly going very tight lipped as he listened to anything you had to say carefully

And omg. If you were listening to him all careful and wide-eyed and curious? He would be going and when suddenly he'd be overly self aware as you stared and listened and would go so pink and would lose his train of thought

Anytime he got a laugh or smile out of you he'd have to hold back so much joy. You'd make his heart race so much

And if you were shy /because/ of him?? Like if he complimented you or got close or touched you in passing and you got visibly flustered and quiet?? He can't cope

Would find you so sweet overall and would be protective of you in his own way too

#tech x reader #tech x you #tech imagines #tbb tech imagines #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #tbb x reader #tbb x you #tbb imagines #tbb imagine #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch imagines #the bad batch imagine

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ironmandeficiency · 2 years

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can you not? (2/3)

pairing: crosshair / pilot!reader

word count: 2641

series summary: working with clone force 99 (well, the sniper of clone force 99) was always a hellish experience. you loathed being interrupted by crosshair every single sentence despite the fact you did the same to him.

chapter summary: shangri-la is a shitshow.

warnings: canon typical violence, angst, vague description of injuries

chapter one

it began like most of your missions with the bad batch do. the boys head out to their various positions and you wait by the controls, ready to provide evac at a moment’s notice. the objective for today? get in, get the information, and blow up the base on your way out, wrecker’s favorite kind of mission.

tech, as per usual, provides updates on their progress as they go. some are pertinent, like whether certain parts of the plan have been completed or had to be altered on the spot. others… others were just bizarre.

“the separatists truly did make sure that their droids were enjoyable to destroy.”

“what do you—“

“mean, tech?” crosshair interrupted you from his comms. you chose to ignore it and let tech answer.

“today marks the third time i’ve been called ‘four eyes’ by a b-1 droid! once can be dismissed as a simple anomaly, thrice is an alarming trend.”

nothing could have kept you from laughing at the observation despite the blaster fire you could hear in the background of their comms. “maybe the clankers—“

“—have a point.”

everyone’s chortling and light laughter almost covered tech’s indignant scoff at the jab. hunter was even amused, which was difficult to achieve when in the middle of an op.

your pride left you moments later when tech started spitting rapid fire about an incoming and highly unprecedented avalanche that was picked up by the base’s satellites. “kark it all, we don’t have a contingency plan for an avalanche!”

you have no idea where to start; do you get cross before you descend to get the others out from the path? do you get the others out of the way and pick crosshair up on the way out of the system? this was nothing you’ve ever come across, not with the boys, not with the 104th—

since when did the 104th stop being “the boys” and when did they start being the four-man band you’ve been working with the past few months? you’re not quite sure, but the title change feels oddly right for some reason.

once the marauder is in the air, you relay your position and assurances that you’re going to get them out of there. crosshair is the closest to your current location, and seeing as common sense dictates that the avalanche would impact him first, you’re zooming to where he’s trying to evade the falling debris.

“cross!” you shout into your commlink. you were hovering the marauder mere feet from the cliff side with the ramp open. “jump!”

“i can’t leave!” he replies, “there are still several—“

“—units headed for the others!”

of course this is the not-metaphorical hill that he wants to not-die on. “dammit cross, the rocks—“

“—are coming right for you!” crosshair completes your sentence before starting his own. “they still need my eyes up—“

“—here, i can’t leave them blind, they need me to—!”

“—protect them!”

if you weren’t piloting the ship right then you’d have jumped out of the ship and tore him a new one. this was not the time to keep interrupting you! the proximity sensors were going haywire with alerts about the avalanche being right on your heels, freshly kicked up dust and debris coating the air around you like a scratchy blanket.

your one last plea to get crosshair on board was interrupted by hunter rattling off coordinates with more alarm on his voice than you were comfortable hearing. “senaar! we need immediate evac! shit’s goin’ sideways down here and it’s not in our favor!”

crosshair heard hunter’s dire situation and it steeled his resolve to stay on the hill. fuck. “they need you! go!”

“you better be here—“

“—when i get back! i promise you!”

you gave one last look at crosshair before flying away from the cliffside towards the others.

it was only moments later that you greeted the others as they hauled ass into the marauder. the only visible injuries were wrecker’s limp and a slight graze of a blaster on hunter’s side, nothing tech couldn’t treat on board.

once hunter and wrecker were taken care of, tech’s eyes probed the ship and noticed the absence of his lankiest brother. “where’s crosshair?” tech questioned you once you shut the ramp and flew towards the sniper’s last location.

this got the attention of hunter and wrecker, who seemed to just realize that they were short a man. if you didn’t know better, the glare on hunter’s face could have been aimed at you, but he was just shot.

you sighed and shook your head as you steered the ship. “stubborn asshole told me to get you guys first, he wouldn’t budge. if i waited any longer for him you three probably would have died down there. but i still have his last coordinates and i’m headed there now.”

this seemed to appease the others, for now.

of the three, wrecker was the most anxious of the three when it came to crosshair’s well-being. the others weren’t present for most of the times cross would almost get his ass handed to him by the regs, and sometimes didn’t even see the aftermath until the bruises were nearly completely faded. wrecker was the only one cross let take care of him and right now, he felt useless.

tech did his best to not let his anxiety show. hours before the day went to hell in a handbasket, his long hours of research about the shared affliction came up with one solution: soulmates. it was a rare phenomenon hundreds of years ago, and the passage of time only made documentations of it fewer and even further between.

he had yet to figure out how cross would have been able to have a soulmate, seeing as their dna was almost identical to millions of brothers. despite how ruminating on the breakthrough was meant to be a mental diversion, tech grimly acknowledged there would be no chance of figuring out the complexities of the connection you and crosshair shared if they didn’t find him.

with a steadying breath, he emptied his mind of the probabilities of surviving an avalanche. if he stayed focused on the soulmate research, his mind wouldn’t betray him and give in to the tumultuous emotions beating against his chest with a battering ram. it was his only choice, really. there was too much left to be done for him to lose it now.

hunter, however, immediately started yelling into his vambrace. “crosshair! what are your coordinates?!” nothing. “crosshair!!” silence.

you were scoping the newly changed terrain for a safe spot to land. the guilt was gnawing at you with no mercy; if you had pushed a little harder, maybe crosshair would have gotten into the ship when you had found him and he wouldn’t be missing.

maybe he would have gotten onto the ship if he trusted your judgement more, which infuriated you to no end. the stupid little feud that began your relationship could have very well cost him his life, and that’s not a feeling you wanted to learn to live with.

“karking hells, cross!” hunter slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. “senaar, we gotta land!”

“already ahead of you. sarge.” the marauder was already lowering to the ground before he even gave you the order.

the ramp wasn’t even open before the others started towards it, clearly anxious about their brother’s safety. you were itching to get off the ship and help them search for cross, but your sense told you to stay put. if something were to go even more off kilter, a speedy evacuation would be needed.

“you better be okay, cross,” you grumble to yourself as you begin the grueling task of waiting for word from the boys.

two hours pass with no word from anyone. those two hours should not have passed with this jarring radio silence and you’re chomping at the bit. you’ve never had to worry about going on the hunt for your boys, they never gave you the occasion to. but today, with a deep sigh and the holstering of your blaster, you lowered the ramp of the marauder once again and prepared to track their beacons.

to keep your mind from becoming mush as you walk, you start to hum to yourself. nothing too elaborate, just a simple song you heard when you were a kid that stuck with you. the boys have heard you sing it when doing chores around the ship or when coasting through hyperspace and lately, you’ve caught them humming it too. it was nice to feel like your presence was notable to them.

“on the first part of the journey, i was looking at all the life. there were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rings.”

you sang as you walked but kept your eyes peeled for crosshair, the boys that went to look for him, or any other danger that could be lurking.

“the first thing i met was a fly with a buzz and a sky with no clouds.” you nudge a stone from your path with your toe as you sing. “the heat was hot and the air was dry, but the air was full of sound.”

something in the air felt different now, almost foreboding, and it did a stellar job at unsettling your already frayed nerves. maybe if you keep singing you can chase away what feels like womprats nesting in your gut. your feet and your song carried you along the newly changed terrain with thinly veiled worry.

large boulders and slabs decimated what little remained of the droids, small cliffs and mounds of rubble doing the work for you.

“i’ve been in the desert on a horse with no name. it felt good to get out of the rain. in the desert, you can’t remember your name ‘cause there—“

a familiar lump in your throat cut you off before you could finish, but what normally followed was nowhere to be found and its absence almost made you retch. the absence opens the gates for a herd of blurrgs, who are beginning to take up residence in your stomach alongside the womprats and your growing anxiety.

you had no idea what could cause you to be so sick to your stomach when moments ago, you were almost perfectly fine. there was nothing toxic in the air or issues with anything you ate earlier; you were stumped. it only took your jumbled brain a moment more for you to realize what was missing, which surprised you because it was the reason you left the ship in the first place.

what normally followed that lump in your throat was crosshair.

the womprats in your stomach were now waging war on the newly arrived blurrgs and you’re nearly brought to the ground by the intensity. the feeling never got this bad, except during the moments you tried simply not interrupting crosshair at all. the interrupting, the uncanny guessing, there was nothing uncanny at all about it.

is it a curse, or maybe a weird brain meld, that cause you both to interrupt each other constantly? you’d have to rope tech into researching what is causing this now that you’ve discovered that it was a compulsory tick.

just as quick as it took over you, the ache started trickling away until you were left gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

“senaar! senaar!” footsteps pound against the ground from behind you and it’s almost immediate relief when you recognize wrecker’s voice. looking up, you spot three of your boys running your way, crosshair still nowhere to be seen.

wrecker was the first one to you and was immediately checking you over, despite not knowing what to look for. “senaar, you had us worried! are you okay?!” he hoisted you in the air as he checked you over for blaster wounds or some other injury, holding you akin to lula.

when he’s satisfied enough to put you down, you nod and rest a hand on his bicep in reassurance. “yeah i’m okay, got any news on cross?” another familiar knot in your stomach kinked up a little bit but disappeared almost immediately after. weird, but you weren’t going to question it.

“his vambrace has been sending intermittent signals, almost as if it’s on the fritz but still trying to work. we’ve tracked it to this general location but beyond that, nothing.” tech interrupts, eyes flitting around you. he still seems unconvinced that you were completely okay, but lets it go for now.

an intermittent signal is better than none, but still not ideal. hunter’s quick to send everyone in different directions to grid search the general vicinity, his already enhanced senses in hyper focus.

tech lingers around you once everyone has their assigned directions. “are you sure you’re okay? your vitals are a bit askew and are taking longer to rebalance themselves than normal.”

“i’m fine tech, don’t—“ the blurrgs are suddenly mounting a great defense against the womprats as you double over in pain, eyes clenched shut tighter than the stick up dogma’s ass before three shots of spotchka. your arms wrapped around your stomach in a vain effort to hold your insides tight enough to keep them from damn near tearing you apart.

a gentle hand rests on your back but you barely register it. the pain is nothing like you’ve ever experienced — no blaster shot or concussion or broken limb could ever compare. the pain has you losing your focus on your surroundings and your body starts to sway, what little balance you had left talking its leave.

your hands shoot out to brace yourself on the solid ground before you can completely collapse. they clench around the dirt under you in attempt to get ahold of yourself—

that’s not dirt.

your right hand is clenched tight around something solid and warm. the texture is far too familiar, and nothing like the soil on the planet you’ve stepped foot on for the first time that day. you try to tell the boys that something’s wrong, that you found something but the words just couldn’t leave you — unlike the morning’s breakfast that took a quick departure from your stomach.

that display definitely got their attention.

while you retched, your grip remained tight on the not-dirt. it was a life preserver and you were drowning in the kaminoan seas. the hand on your back that was rubbing calming circles (now identified as hunter’s when he starts trying to soothe you) slowly came to a stop as something caught the sergeant’s eye.

“senaar, is that…” he doesn’t even finish his sentence because it is exactly what he thinks it is: crosshair’s hand. “fuck- kriff- sithspit!” it takes hunter the briefest moment to actually gather his wits about him before he’s shouting orders to move the small mountain of rubble out of the way. his hand smooths your hair back gently before rushing to help his brothers.

despite it taking just over a minute to free their brother from the debris, it feels like time has been warped and manipulated to trick you into thinking decades have passed. it probably has something to do with the overwhelming nausea that hit you every time you tried to talk, or maybe it was the way you watched wrecker lift a limp crosshair into his arms, the sniper’s hand slipping from yours unceremoniously as it dangled.

someone was talking to you. their voice murmuring your nickname softly while slowly trying to get you on your feet. you couldn’t do much more than follow like a lemming, not even bothering to figure out who it was that maneuvered you around the bile and debris. you just wanted to get back to the marauder, back where you were safe.

#crosshair x reader #crosshair #star wars the clone wars #star wars imagines #tbb imagines #tbb #clone force 99 #crosshair reader insert #star wars reader insert #star wars #swtcw #star wars fanfic #the bad batch #can you not?#soulmate au

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jt-artsandfics · 2 years

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I'm a 21 years old American woman (I'll be 22 on the 20th!) Who is 5ft 10in if you round up. I have rusty brownish hair and eyes that shift from grey to green to blue depending on my mood and energy. I'm athletic, but now it's more so for mental health health reasons now days. I love to embroider, read, and write (even though I'm Dyslexic). I use sarcasm as a second language. I don't love attention on me, preferring to be in the background. I just want to equip and empower other people to reach their full potential.

I work with kids with special needs while I study to become a social worker and I fall into leadership roles, even when I don't intend to. I'm stubborn and independent, but deep (and I mean deep) down inside I'm a romantic at heart who wants to be able to depend on another person. I feel a bit like a walking contradiction sometimes, but in a good way. Like I watch MMA while embroidering or will swear like a sailor in Church. I'm the middle of two boys (now the older sister of two sisters because of my mom's remarriage!) and as one brother who literally is Wrecker (Machine Gunner in the military. Loud. Just wants to blow things up), I've learned how to not intimidated by large and scary looking people and will mom anybody who needs it. I'm extremely intuitive and can read body language really well due to my auditory form of Dyslexia.

Hey I'm guessing you want a bad batch match up. And since you put your age I might make it a little smutty too. Ps. Im drinking while writing this so there is bound to be speelimg mistakes. And guys I'm also dyslexic too so yay. But I hope you enjoy!

MDI +18 (HINTED SMUT ) NOTHING HAPPENS BUT STILL

The Bad Batch

I match you with... Hunter

Hunter's first time meeting you was quite the tale, a mission gone messing resulting in most of the batch being injured. Watching them walk off their ship and you had made a beline for the Sargent.

Hunter has never heard that many curses come out a civilians mouth and damn he's kinda turned on over you telling him off but he'd be damned if he told anyone that.

It was an honest mistake you ripped him a new one once seeing his team believing this was your brothers team back from mission.

Once you realised this wasn't your brothers team you are a flushed mess trying to apologise to the sergeant when leads to the team taking a shine to too after watching you chew Hunter out. Watching someone of your height and stature taking on Hunter without even a thought.

That's how toy got invited for drinks with the dysfunctional group of clone soldiers

From then on the boys would come to you when they needed down time. And considering they haven't really had anyone check up on them mentally it's nice for then to be able to talk opening with someone. Hunter takes a while to break but once he does you see him nearly every time the batch is on leave.

It took him a while to get comftable but once he felt he could trust you.most days he shows up he flops down on your couch and rest his head in your lap and let's you play with his hair while he talks.

He loves pulling you into his lap and falling asleep while watching holos with you, to day it's a guilty pleasure would be true.

Please make him little embroidery peices like he will find some way to wear them or display them. He doesn't know why he does it but he loves showing off the things you make.

To say this man fell for you is an understatement full on crashed is how I would put it. And now he can't get enough of you.

Once the jedi order falls he purposely seeks you out to makesure your alright and that nothing has happened to you before he ask you to come with him.

Watching him and omega is quite something this man is so protective of her and you that when your In public people always assume that you three are family.

Hunter's eyes never leave your figure as you shop with Omega. He watches as you point out things to her before walking over to look at them. "Hunter!, Hunter. Come look at this" the young girl calls out which makes the sergeant smile as he makes his way over to the two of you. "What have you two found this time" he ask while looking down at different things that Omega found interesting.

Ord Mantell was filled with markets and you could always find something of your desire here. In the end Omega had talked Hunter into letting her buy a small science kit on the promise she asked Tech to help her with it.

"May I offer you something that may interest you and your husband" a voice quietly asked from behind you which makes you turn. Your eyes widen a little. "Oh um Hunter and I aren't married haha" you reply blushing only for the woman to smile lightly. Hunter calls out that he and Omega are heading back. "I'll catch up with you!" You call out before turning back to the lady who laughs lightly as she watches Hunter and Omega walk off.

"You two are rather close if your not married and not to mention having a kid too I'd say it would almost count" she replied before pulling out a small vile. "But if you are telling the truth and aren't together I can sure tell you want that man and by the way his eyes linger on you I'm willing to bet that he wants you just as badly" she says smugly.

Your face is a bright shade of red. "And what exactly are you selling me?" You ask wearily as she place the small vile in your hand. "Try this if he still doesn't take interest after this then it's free of charge. But if it works come back and then pay me 20 credits" she replys. "I'm not going to drug Hunter!" You almost shout which makes her laugh. "Hun you use it on yourself it's a natural phenomenon enhancer. All you have to really do is get him interested and the spray will work wonders on your body. Tho I recommend doing a test run by yourself first to see how you react. It will in turn make you very horny" she states while leaning down on her hand and giving you a little motion to run along.

Hunter had been sitting in Sid's parlor for most of the night since coming back from shopping. But something had him on edge an almost sickly sweet floral smell mixed with your natural scent that lingered in the air. He didn't know how to describe it but for the past half an hour it's all he could smell, it's faint but by the stars does he want to follow it.

He hadn't seen you since you had come back from shopping and so after finishing his drink Hunter gives the rest of the batch a wave before heading thought the corridors to look for you. As Hunter gets closer to your room it's like the smell is more intense it smells like you but more, he knows what you smell like and this it was doing things to him. He almost growls as he reaches your door. He could finally pinpoint what it was, he could smell your arousal and it had him action almost like a feral animal.

He has to stop himself from almost ripping the door off you smelt insanely divine, he knew your smell to well and this felt like it was enhanced, if he had had describe it the best he could say was it felt as if you were in heat. And by the stars it made him want to fuck you. He steadies his shaking hands before knocking. "(Y/N) It's Hunter, I'm coming in" he tries to sound as civil as he can as he opens the door.

As he walks in your smell hits him like a freighter and he has to hold himself up against the wall as he closes the door behind him and locks it. Hunter can see you withering on the bed whimpering and moaning. Your whole body covered in sweat.

Hunter removes his armor before throwing his shirt on the floor as quickly as he can before making his way over to you almost like a predator stalking his prey. Once he comes into your eye sight you almost whimper more legs clamped together trying to keep some friction before you feel his cold hands run up your legs which makes you gasp and moan at the contrast of his skin and yours.

"I could smell you from down in the parlor" he growls while crawling to cover your body with his. "Hunter" you whine out as your hands shoot out to grip his shoulders and pull him closer. "Tell me what you want" he says. It takes so much self control not to just take you with how you smell.

"Need you"

#star wars #star wars clone wars #star wars clones #the bad batch #tbb imagines #tbb x reader #bad batch hunter #dad hunter #hunter imagine #hunter #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter #sergeant hunter x reader

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kidotm · 1 year

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imagine: you've been kidnapped from the maruader while the bad batch were away, Tech is furious when he discovers that you're missing

#tech x you #tbb imagines #mystuff #the bad batch imagines #gif imagines #tbb tech imagines #bad batch tech imagine

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raevulsix · 27 days

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Small peek into a WIP I was working on…✨

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Prompt - "I didn't know where else to go."

Things had been bad for a while.

You’d noticed things within the Order had started turning, noticed the Master’s had started turning a blind eye to things they usually would never have let pass. The war had dragged on for years, everyone was tired, everyone felt older than their age.

You knew things were bad, knew supplies must have been stretched thin, when you were sent on your own mission. You were still only a Padawan, granted you probably should have transitioned into Knighthood by now but with the war that was the last thing on anybody’s mind, but you were still a Padawan.

You shouldn’t have been leading a battalion.

It was bad enough being entrusted with the lives of all these men, each of them looking to you for answers you didn’t have. You couldn’t contact your own Master, he was far away on another planet leading his own men.

You were on your own.

The battle was bad. It was a bloodbath. You had barely come out of it with your life, four days fighting non stop only to come out without a victory and with the lives of many men on your shoulders.

The only reason you had come out alive is because you called so strongly upon the Force you were certain you’d touched the Dark Side. You could still feel it thick in your veins but by the end of four days you were too tired to care.

You sat on your bunk on the way back to Coruscant, feeling numb. There were no words to make it better, nothing you said could comfort the remaining men on the ship. You’d already been called to the meeting room, expected to fill the Council in once you arrived.

You weren’t exactly thrilled to be going before the Council. You could still feel the dirt on your clothes, the blood on your face, aches spread throughout your whole body and you were pretty sure you needed to see a medic but you were so numb to everything that it didn’t matter.

Eventually the ship landed, you stayed on your bunk for a long time before you managed to pull your tired body up, somehow forcing one foot in front of the other until you found yourself in the middle of the Council room.

Master Yoda had been talking for some time, filling the other members in on your mission and informing them that he felt a disturbance in the Force.

“The Dark Side, did you touch?” Master Yoda finally addressed you.

It took you a moment longer than it should have to realise the attention was fully on you and you managed to shake yourself back to reality, looking around the room to see the majority of the Master’s looking at you with mistrust and disgust. You couldn’t help the stinging in your eyes when you saw your Master’s seat was empty.

“Yes.” You forced the word out, too exhausted to care anymore.

Master Yoda started talking again but you drowned him and the other Master’s out as they began to discuss your fate. You wanted to care what became of you, any other time you’d have fought hard to be heard but the war had drained you, you hadn’t seen your Master in so long, hadn’t trained properly in years, there was no community among the Jedi any more, your friends were scattered across the galaxy and you hardly had anyone to confide in anymore.

You couldn’t help but smile, a weak, barely there tug of the lip as you thought about the few people you did truly have in the galaxy.

Clone Force 99.

They had been brought in on plenty of your Master’s missions and you had been excited to meet them, back before the war had drained everything from you. Wrecker had been the easiest to get along with, especially once he saw your knack for blowing things up. Wrecker was the best to go to when you needed cheering up, when you needed someone to shoulder the weight on your back with you.

Hunter and you worked well together. It might have taken him a second to warm up to you, to welcome you as one of his but once he had, stars help anyone who tried to hurt you. You gravitated toward Hunter when you needed advice, when you needed to vent, when you needed someone to ground you. Hunter felt like everything your Master used to be, back when you were a child, back before the war became the only thing that mattered.

Tech had taken the longest to warm up to you. You hadn’t minded though, you understood that their whole lives had been just them, the regs didn’t exactly treat them well. Letting somebody else in for somebody like Tech was a big step. You’d manage to earn his trust though, letting him ramble on about things you didn’t understand, brushing away the others when they told Tech to calm down. You’d let Tech teach you about the ship, about the blasters, about your lightsaber and slowly he let you in, seeking you out on his own and the good thing about Tech was he didn’t expect anything from you. He was content for you to sit and watch him tinker away whilst he filled the silence without needing a reply.

You loved them, some days they were the only thing that stopped you from going rouge, from leaving the war behind.

It was Crosshair that kept you going though. Whilst Hunter and Wrecker had warmed up to you easily enough, Crosshair had kept his distance. He’d look at you from across the room with a scowl on his face, he’d grunt at you instead of giving you an actual response and he just about drove you crazy.

You loved him anyway.

It had taken you nearly dying for him to admit he didn’t hate you as you’d originally thought, he just hadn’t wanted to like you as much as he did. Crosshair was used to what he had, much like Tech was. He didn’t want to care about somebody else and yet you made it impossible for him not to.

Once Crosshair finally let himself admit that he liked you it was like something in the galaxy itself shifted. Clone Force 99 was brought onto more and more of your missions and you found yourself staying in the Marauder more than your own quarters. You and Crosshair worked like you’d been working together your whole lives, you didn’t need to talk, able to communicate through looks and work your way through whatever obstacles stood between you and your goal like it was nothing.

It was only a matter of time before you felt yourself falling from the sniper.

At first it terrified you, sure you’d looked at people before, could appreciate that they were attractive but you’d never wanted to act on it. Never had to force your eyes away from their lips, fixated on how Crosshair fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth. Never had to snap yourself back into a conversation so much because you were too focused on his hands as he cleaned his weapon.

Everything about Crosshair was intoxicating, it was consuming. Most days it felt so easy to lay your head on his shoulder, to forget that outside the walls of the Marauder there was a war happening. Most days you could sit at his side, listening to the sound of his voice as you let him lull you to sleep.

Everything about Crosshair was everything the Jedi Code forbade.

“Dismissed you are, from the Jedi Order.” Master Yoda’s voice had you flinching out of your thoughts, mouth falling open to protest the sentence only to snap back shut again.

Did you care enough to fight the punishment?

What would you do?

You didn’t argue, didn’t say a word. Some of the Jedi looked sympathetic as you bowed your head before turning from the room, leaving silently.

You made your way through the Temple, no real destination in mind as you stared ahead. You felt more than realised you were outside when the fresh air hit your face, it was dark out now, you’d been standing before the Council for hours.

What would you do?

You didn’t know. You let your feet carry you, not sure where you were heading but knowing you had to get away from the Temple.

You couldn’t say how long you’d been walking aimlessly for, only that at some point the rain had come flooding down and your feet ached.

Eventually you came to a stop, not even really realising you had for a moment until you blinked back to reality and felt a choked sob escape you at the sight before you, surprised you hadn’t ended up here earlier. You couldn’t blame yourself though, your thoughts weren’t there clearest right now.

Apparently seeing a familiar sight was enough to send you over the edge, bringing the floodgates down and sending tears down your face. You let yourself stand there, letting your tears mix with the rain still falling heavily from the dark clouds above, just staring at the Marauder and feeling a sense of relief, a sense of finally being home.

Eventually you forced your fist to knock at the door.

Crosshair frowned at the sound of a knock, barely audible over the sound of the rain coming down. The others were asleep by now, readying themselves for an early start on yet another mission.

He waited a moment but curiosity got the better of him and he forced himself up. When the door opened his heart ached at the sight of you, soaked through your clothes and silent sobs wracking your body.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” You choked out before Crosshair had the chance to ask what had happened.

He didn’t waste any time stepping out into the rain and wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into the warmth and safety of the Marauder. More sobs escaped you as you entered, being encompassed by the only home you had left.

“I’ll be back, wait there darling.” Crosshair instructed as he sat you down and you could only nod, watching as he busied himself with making a hot pot of caff before leaving the room.

Crosshair made his way over to Tech’s things, you were more his size than Crosshair’s but he did stop to grab his own blanket before making his way back to you, snatching a towel from Hunter’s things as he passed.

“Let’s get you dry.” He murmured, kneeling down next to you and helping you out of your soaked clothes.

Any other time he would have savoured the feeling of peeling your clothes off but now he was only methodical, trying them to the side and drying your body with the towel before he helped you into Tech’s blacks and wrapped the blanket around you.

Crosshair stood up, ready to make you a hot cup of caff when he was stopped by your hand gripping his. He looked down at you, hating the lost look on your face.

“What happened?” Crosshair asked, his voice low as he knelt back down in between your knees, taking your other hand in his and looking into your eyes. The question of who did he have to hurt was heard clearly, even if it wasn’t said out loud.

“They kicked me out of the Order.” You told him quietly, playing with his long fingers as you spoke. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not even upset about it.”

Crosshair gave you a doubtful look and you couldn’t help but laugh, though it sounded more like a sob.

“I know it doesn’t look that way but…the Order, it’s all I’ve ever known. I don’t know what I am without it. That’s the scary part. I don’t know where I belong.” You confessed, looking away from Crosshair and down at your joined hands.

“With me.” Crosshair said before he could stop himself but even when the words registered he didn’t take them back. “You belong here. You belong with me.”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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The Bad Batch Being Protective

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Reader

Tags: fluff, protectiveness, slight possessiveness, slight jealousy, kissing, injury, threats, getting into fights

A/N: I wanna see them all go off, just snap, do it. But not dew it.

Hunter is on full alert at all times when it comes to his comes to his entire team, of course he's gonna be really protective of his you. He's not afraid to show it in a lot of different ways but he is a man of few words so he prefers to have his arm around you when he senses something wrong, keeping you close by, his hand at his blaster just in case he needs it. Usually a few grunts and glares are enough to ward off trouble but in case they're not he's more then happy to throw a few punches to prove his point.

Crosshair is protective, possessive and jealous, a dangerous combination for anyone who has any ill intentions towards you. He's always got his sniper rifle slung around his shoulder but of course he can't just point that at every random person that looks shady. Well he could but most of the time he doesn't have to. When he feels like it's necessary he'll pull you close and into a kiss, pressing his tongue against your lips just enough to make you moan once before pulling away with a smile, his arm protectively on your hip, casting death glares around you.

Tech might not look like much in terms of physical strength but there is nothing he wouldn't do for you and to make sure you're safe. Always has his comlink on and he likes knowing where you are when you're separated on missions so he can run to you if need be. He is mostly calm, even in dangerous situations but he definitely puts himself out more, one arm in front of you always. And after the missions if over the first thing he does when he takes his helmet off is check if you're alright and give you a small peck on the cheek or the lips if you're in private.

Wrecker doesn't have to say a single word in order to be imposing and a force to reckon with so his presence alone is often all the protecting and safety you'll need. Not to say he doesn't look cute when he gets jealous. He wraps his arms around you, his big body coiling around you almost like a shield. In some cases he does act like your shield, even though you hate seeing him put himself in harms way and get injuries he wouldn't otherwise get. You always kiss them better though so it's no big deal as far as he's concerned.

Echo feels like he has a lot to prove to you in terms of his ability to keep you safe. It's not that he thinks you don't think he can but he wants to know it himself. Wants you to be able to feel like you can let go completely with him and always trust him to catch you no mater what. He loves reassuring you, kissing you every chance he gets, loves it when you melt into him after a long day or wrap your arm around his when you're in an unfamiliar territory, showing your trust and love to him.

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