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writing-reaper · 9 months

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Hello friend! I couldn't find any rules for requests on your blog, so hopefully this one's okay, and if not feel free to ignore it!

Would you be okay with doing a little something based on the idea that all five of the bad batch boys realize that they're all in love with their medic reader? Like maybe they all just KNOW that their other brothers feel the same way about the reader and what they do about it? Do they all talk it over in private? do they just silently start trying to one up each other as a secret competition for her heart? Do they maybe go to the reader themselves instead? Or maybe they decide sharing is caring?? I'd love to hear your take on this concept, headcanons or a fic or whatever you're inspired to do with this idea it's all fine by me!

Please and thank you and also I hope you have a good weekend 💗

I have had the BEST time with this ask, and I hope you love it. This is deffo one I could write about from different angles all day long. I love the boys, but they provide more inspiration than I know what to do with, so this is only part 1 😬 if you had something else in mind, don’t hesitate to let me know. you know I’m always down to write about the boys 🥰

The Bad Batch x afab!Reader

warnings: mention of injury, nothing graphic, poly no clonc*st, Crosshair pining 👀

word count: 3721 (*self control left the chat*)

The Havoc Marauder was never quiet, and now was no exception. Wrecker’s snores, Tech’s tinkering, Echo’s quiet muttering in his sleep, the barely audible sounds of Hunter fiddling with his knife. But there was a hole of silence in the quilt of sound, and it was shaped like you. It’s been 15 rotations, not that Crosshair’s counting, without your laugh ringing out, without your back popping loudly as you stretched when you woke up, without your voice whispering his name, as you sleepily let him know it was his turn on watch.

The five of them had been together, and they’d never needed or wanted anyone else in their space, on their team. Crosshair hadn’t even wanted you around at first. Wrecker had warmed to you quickly, but of course a pretty thing like you would never need the hard sell with Wrecker. Hunter had been wary of you, but in an effort to keep Wrecker from getting too attached, he’d inadvertently formed his own attachment to your presence. As for Tech and Echo, they’d kept their distance well enough, but your quiet intelligence, and curiosity had drawn them in.

Crosshair had been the holdout. Incensed by every breath you drew in his presence. The way you checked in with him after every mission, as if he needed you poking and prodding him. But when he needed stitches, you’d asked for permission to help him. If he didn’t want you to touch him, you wouldn’t.

“I’d never do anything without your consent. You’re in control here,” you’d said, holding your kit in steady hands, as you waited for his decision. He’d watched you with rapt attention through the mirror, your fingers resting gently against his skin, as you carefully cleaned, stitched up, and bandaged the wound on his shoulder.

After that, he would silently request your assistance when he needed it, and over time even when he didn’t need it. He would never say it out loud, but bacta patches placed by your gentle hands worked better. Your stitches were nearly painless. And the way you’d hum while you worked…well, that was just adorable.

When Commander Cody had requested you for a short stint, Wrecker had grumbled endlessly, and Crosshair had been the first to tell him to suck it up because you’d be back in their hair soon enough. He needed the space to clear his head, and he hoped the others would come to their senses without you in their presence.

Wrecker admitted to missing you within 12 hours. Tech kept finding excuses to talk about you. Meanwhile Hunter and Echo kept pointing out things you would like, and setting them aside for you. They had also placed bets on when Crosshair would snap and march onto the Negotiator to steal you back. Not that they would be upset if he did.

When it became clear that Crosshair would rather eat his armor than admit to being the least bit interested in you, the four of them had dragged him into the cockpit to decide what they would do when you returned. The feelings were there, and they weren’t going anywhere, but how to proceed.

“We should just come out and say it!” Wrecker said, feeling like the matter was concluded.

“It needs to be a tad more romantic than that,” Echo said shaking his head.

“According to my observations of her, she would appreciate a romantic gesture,” Tech said.

“Flowers?” Wrecker offered.

“She deserves more than flowers for putting up with us,” Echo said laughing.

“We could make a stop on her home world. It’s not too far out of the way,” Hunter added. “I think she’d like that.”

“This is a waste of time,” Crosshair said rolling his eyes. “You’re fooling yourselves.”

“When have Hunter’s senses ever been wrong?” Tech asked not even bothering to look up. “According to what he’s told me, she’s at the very least physically attracted to us. Based on her behavior that extends to an emotional bond as well.”

“What happened to not getting attached?” Crosshair challenged, and his brothers all looked at each other before looking back at him.

“You know you’re not as subtle as you think, Crosshair,” Echo said.

“And if I can tell how anyone’s feeling, it’s the four of you,” Hunter added.

“You’re all delusional,” Crosshair said shaking his head.

“You had her put a bacta patch on your arm last mission, and you coulda done it yourself,” Wrecker said giving the sniper a playful shove.

“She is our medic, she should at least pretend to do a job around here,” Crosshair said defensively. It was a losing battle, and he knew it. The others were blissfully under your spell, but he was not about to let you hurt him. Not about to let you reject him. No matter how badly he wanted you.

But as the clock rolled into the 16th rotation without you, it was Crosshair who hated your absence more than anyone. The others were open about it in their own ways, but he held it close. It was one of the few secrets he’d kept from his brothers. The realization annoyed him, as he swung his long legs over the side of his bunk to take over on watch for Hunter.

Sensing the tension rolling off of his younger brother, Hunter cleared his throat.

“She’ll be back in 2 rotations, and you’ll get to sleep longer again.” He knew it wasn’t sleep Crosshair was after, but it was the best way to let him know you were on your way back without suggesting the sniper actually missed you lest they wind up in another argument.

“Oh good, the little doctor will be back to baby Wrecker again, and you can all confess your love, and live happily ever after,” Crosshair sneered, but Hunter knew him well. There was no bite in his tone, and his face was more relaxed than Hunter had seen it since you waved goodbye and disappeared into the Negotiator.

“She just commed to see if we could pick her up before our next mission, and I almost said no,” Hunter said absently, as Crosshair dropped into the co-pilot’s seat. It wasn’t true, but he could hear Crosshair’s heart racing, his teeth grinding in frustration.

“I thought you were dying to have her back,” Crosshair bit out.

“Well, Cody’s really wanting to keep her, and it would be a great opportunity for her,” This part was true, but he knew he shouldn’t tease his brother this way even though he was sure whatever doubt your absence hadn’t wiped out, would be obliterated by jealousy.

“Commander Cody has a squad of medics. He doesn’t need her,” Crosshair replied, scoffing. The thought of Cody trying to tempt you away from them with a Star Destroyer and a Jedi annoyed Crosshair down to his bones. You wouldn’t be swayed by a big ship, and fancy toys. Would you?

“You’ve got a point,” Hunter began before putting the last nail in the coffin. “He doesn’t need her…maybe he just wants her.”

He could hear Crosshair’s heart thumping wildly, as he tried to maintain his composure.

“Doubt it,” Crosshair grumbled after several moments spent working to unclench his jaw.

“Guess we’ll find out,” Hunter said, rising from the pilot’s chair. “The call’s recorded, so you can watch it, and see for yourself.”

“I’m sure she’ll never shut up about it when she’s back,” Crosshair said dismissively.

Humming softly with a shrug, Hunter said good night, and left Crosshair alone. The sharpshooter waited until he was sure Hunter was asleep before playing your conversation.

As your form appeared, bathed in blue, a smile tugged at Crosshair’s lips. Had you always been this beautiful?

“Hi, Sarge! It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you boys like crazy,” you nearly moaned.

He’d never heard you make a sound like that. He immediately thought of you making that sound just for him, which annoyed him, but he couldn’t stop listening.

“We miss you too, cyar’ika. I’m sure you’re having fun though,” Hunter replied.

“It’s been nice to stretch my legs a bit and put some of the things I’ve learned to use. Commander Cody’s amazing…he’s uh, asked me if I want to stay on,” You look shy, nervous.

“Oh, is that uh, something you’re interested in?”

“Don’t get me wrong the Negotiator is spectacular, and I’ve enjoyed my time with the 212th,” you bite your lip, shifting your weight. You seem unsure if you should continue. After a moment, you pressed on, “but they’re missing a few things I can’t live without, so I’d like to come home, back to the Marauder I mean.”

“We’ll be glad to have you back,” Hunter replied.

“Good,” You look so relieved. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you boys since I left. Are you getting enough quiet time? Are Tech and Echo sleeping? Is Wreck staying out of trouble? Is Cross eating properly?”

Crosshair barely hears the rest of conversation because he can’t get past the part where you miss them, where you were worried about him.

“I’ll be all packed up and ready to go in two rotations. Do you mind coming to get me?” Your needy tone shakes Crosshair out of his thoughts. “I could get a shuttle, but it would take another rotation or two, and I don’t think I can wait that long.”

Crosshair realized he couldn’t either. He needed you back immediately. Sooner, really.

“Of course, doll,” Hunter says soothingly. “Two rotations, and we’ll be there.”

Reassured, your shoulders relax, “Wonderful! I can’t wait to see all of you! I’m sure Crosshair has enjoyed the break from me, but I’ve missed him so much. I miss all of you, Hunter.” Your voice is so tender, it makes his heart clench.

He had not enjoyed the break at all though. Between his brothers giving him a hard time, and wanting you back, he was miserable.

Two rotations. It wouldn’t be long now.

***

Crosshair’s leg was bouncing, as the Marauder docked with the Negotiator. You were so close, almost home.

The five of them boarded the Star Destroyer, and Crosshair’s eyes began searching for you immediately. Cody was there to greet them, grasping Hunter’s arm in welcome.

“Good to see you, Commander,” Hunter said warmly.

“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Cody began, “I’m not going to lie, I tried to keep your medic. She’s brilliant, and the men adore her.”

“Of course they do,” Wrecker’s pride in you is evident.

“She said the Negotiator was missing a few necessities,” Cody quirked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“She’s quite mistaken. The Havoc Marauder is not equipped with even 10% of what a Republic Venator has,” Tech says, brow furrowed.

“It doesn’t have Gonky,” Wrecker said as though it were obvious.

“It doesn’t have the five of you either!” you quipped, appearing at Cody’s elbow.

“Cyar’ika!” Wrecker bellowed, scooping you up and spinning you around.

“Wrecker!” you squealed as you returned his hug as tightly as you could

Crosshair’s heart was pounding again. He waited at the back of the group, watching his brothers welcome you back. Pressing their foreheads to yours, ghosting their fingers over your jaw, holding the back of your head gently. Then you were standing in front of him. Arms clasped behind your back, not reaching for him as you had the others. Respecting his space as always.

“I’m happy to see you too, Cross. Ready to deal with me every day again?”

“Are you ready to deal with me? All of us, again?”

“Ready and looking forward to it!” Your smile is bright and he nearly reached for you then, but he stopped himself.

“Well, Commander, you know where to find us, if you need us��or our medic again,” Hunter said with a grin.

“It was an honor serving alongside the 212th, Commander. I appreciate the opportunity,” You saluted Cody, and the others followed suit.

“The pleasure was all ours,” Cody returned the salute, and watched as the six of you returned to the Marauder.

***

You’re getting settled back into your space on the Marauder, answering questions from Wrecker, curious about the armory and ordnance, and Tech pestering you for every detail about the Negotiator, as Echo and Hunter wait to get a word in edgewise.

“Come on, boys. Give her some breathing room,” Hunter says, scooting them towards the cockpit, ignoring their protests.

“It’s good to have you back, saraad,” Echo said with a soft smile, that made your heart skip a beat.

You smile fondly at them as they go, going back to unpacking your things, and changing.

Crosshair is in his bunk, pretending he’s not watching you, but he can’t focus on anything else. Every inch of skin you reveal is making his body react. His heart thumping, breath growing shallow, as he drinks you in. This isn’t even the first time he’s seen you naked or changing, but it feels different now. He frowns as he notices a bandage on your hip peaking out of your panties, wrapping around your hip. It’s covered swiftly by the bottom half of a fresh set of blacks.

He slid out of his bunk, and you turned to face him, as you pulled the top half down covering your stomach, hiding your skin from his gaze. Naturally, you stepped back to give him space, and you were pleasantly surprised when he deliberately stepped closer. You looked up at him expectantly, eyes searching his for any hint of what he’s up to.

Crosshair was sure he should say something, but his mind was only offering sardonic quips that would convey the truth, but not like he wanted. He lifted a hand, and tapped your hip softly, fingertips resting against you. This was the first time Crosshair had ever touched you without necessity. Your heart sped up, and you swallowed hard.

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice low and even.

“Rooftop sniper,” you shook your head, folding your arms. “One of the other medics wasn’t as lucky. He was still in the med bay when you came to pick me up. No one could have clocked him to be fair.”

“I could have,” Crosshair said, anger simmering under his even tone.

“Well, there’s only one Crosshair in the galaxy. Next time I leave, I’ll take you with me.” You smiled up at him, but his face held the frown.

“Hey, I’m ok. Still good to do my job,” you added, brow furrowing.

“Fucking regs,” He swore, as he shifted his hand to hold your hip gently like you were a fragile thing. A fragile thing that belonged to him.

You hesitated before resting your hand against his chest, tapping your fingertips against the plastoid.

“Cross, I’m home, and in one piece. How can I show you?”

An eyebrow raised at that, sharp eyes taking you in, lingering on your lips, as they parted, a silent invitation for him. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to yours, begging you to close the distance. You wrapped your arms around his trim waist, as you pressed your lips to his softly.

The ache that had been simmering in his chest since you left is morphing into arousal, moving to settle down in his belly. His lips moved tentatively against yours, teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip.

“Hey,” Wrecker protested loudly. “We agreed we’d all talk to her together, Crosshair!”

The two of you break apart, and you clear your throat, your eyes trained on Crosshair.

“Talk to me about what?” You asked, breathlessly.

“Sorry, doll,” Crosshair said before Wrecker tugged him away in a headlock.

“What are you gonna talk to me about?” you asked again.

“When we get home, cyar’ika,” Wrecker said before turning to Crosshair. “Knew you were full of it, Cross!”

You touch your lips, as you watch the pair of them playfully fighting down the corridor. Did that happen? You pinched your arm as hard as you could, grimacing when it hurt, confirming you were awake, Crosshair had just kissed you. What the hell happened while you were gone? And what did they need to talk to you about?

***

In the cockpit on watch, you relaxed in the copilot’s chair, Tech snoozed gently in the pilot’s chair. It was so good to be home despite the fact that there was clearly something going on with your boys. Your alarm beeped, and you rose from the chair, yawning and stretching ready to trade out with Crosshair, and pass out for a little while.

Hunter intercepted you in the hallway with a grin. “I can’t sleep, so I’ll cover for Crosshair. Go get some rest.” He kissed your forehead, and added, “Good to have you home, Doc.”

“Good to be home, Sarge,” you replied before bidding him goodnight, and heading towards your bunk.

“Hunter?” You turn towards him.

“Hmm?” Hunter asks turning to you.

“What happened while I was gone? Why’s everyone acting weird?”

“We’ll talk when we get back to Kamino. Get some rest,” He says with a mysterious grin that makes you bite your lip.

You pout but follow his orders and head to your bunk. You’re about to climb in when you look towards Crosshair’s bunk. He was the least likely to spill the beans, but he had kissed you earlier. Was that the big secret?

You moved to stand near Crosshair’s bunk. Pushing back the privacy curtain, you whispered his name like you normally would to wake him up for his shift.

“My turn already?” he replied sleepily.

“No, Hunter’s there. I was hoping we could talk about earlier, or we could just sleep,” Even after your encounter earlier, he still made you nervous, and you worried you’d made a mistake until he lifted the blankets, and silently invited you into his bed.

You crawled in, and he lowered the blanket over your body before snaking his arm around your waist and pushing his leg between yours. His muscular thigh pressed up against you, sending a wave of heat through your body. He tucked your head beneath his chin, and it became clear he was not saying a word, so you listened to his heartbeat until you were lulled to sleep.

When you woke up a few hours later, you realized that you hadn’t slept well at all while you were gone. You needed to be crammed into the Marauder with your squad to relax. It helped that Crosshair had held you the entire time, and as you stretched and arched your back you realized he was looking at you.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked quietly not wanting to disturb the others. He simply nodded, his eyes roaming your face, as his hand rested on your waist.

“Good. We should be home soon, yeah?” you asked, rolling onto your back before sitting up.

“Something like that,” Crosshair replied cryptically.

You didn’t bother asking what he meant before sliding out of the bunk, and tossing him a smile.

“I’m going to see where we are. Go back to sleep.”

Once again he nodded, but he knew there was no chance of going back to sleep. Not when he knew what they had planned for the day.

You wandered into the cockpit, taking the co-pilot’s seat next to Echo.

“How was your first night back?” Echo asked smiling as you got comfortable in the chair.

“Cozy. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you guys until I was gone.”

“I don’t think we did either,” he confesses.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, trying not to seem too happy about it.

He nodded, and the two of you were quiet for a moment. As always silence was never awkward with Echo, and while this was no exception, you could feel a tension in the air. It was reminiscent of the one you’d felt the night before when Crosshair had kissed you.

“I don’t suppose I can get you to tell me what’s going on?” You asked, turning the chair towards him and leaning forward.

“Always so impatient, saraad,” Echo says shaking his head.

“I can’t help it. Something’s up. Crosshair has been sweet to me,” you add in a conspiratorial whisper.

Echo huffs out a short laugh.

“Oh has he now?”

“Yeah, and,” you hesistate. You want to keep going, to spill every thought in your head to Echo, but something’s got your tongue. “It’s nothing.” You turn your chair back into place, and ask, “Where are we? How far from home?”

Reluctantly, Echo tears his gaze away from you. He looks over the navicomputer.

“Not far.”

“You wanna get some sleep? I can get us to Kamino safely.”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“Ok, I can get us there. No promises on the condition,” you concede.

“You’re meant to be resting. Crosshair told us what happened,” Echo trails off.

“I told you he was being sweet to me, but I guess a kiss is a little more than sweet…”

“Kiss?! I meant you getting shot!” Echo hisses trying not to wake the others, as he spins towards you.

“He told you about that?!” You hiss back, spinning towards him.

“Of course he did. Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t wanna worry you guys. Cross was not happy when he saw the bandage, and…”

“Of course he wasn’t. And I’m not happy you didn’t tell us. We could have lost you,” Echo’s eyes are worried, his brow knit together, as he reaches for your face.

His fingertips have just brushed your jaw when the cockpit opens, and the pair of you sit back and look towards the door.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Hunter says, gesturing for you to follow him.

“I was,” you pout. “I just wanted to see if we were close to home.”

“That’s funny because it sounded like you were arguing about keeping your injury a secret,” Hunter says. Out of everyone on the ship, you never thought Crosshair would be the one to tell on you.

“No, I was just…trying to…ya know?”

“No, I don’t know, senaar’ika. Now get in your bunk and rest your eyes. I’ll wake you the moment we land.”

“Fine,” you relent, and climb into your bunk, and even your racing brain can’t keep you awake.

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writing-reaper · 11 months

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Movie Night on the Marauder

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Ignore me, just crying again ✌️

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Discord shenaniganery led to some fun speculation about tbb season 3, and I just had to turn @stormyblue90 s goofy dialogue idea into a comic XD

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Drawing all the expressions was an absolute blast! I’ve been spamming the discord WIP channel with them for weeks

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Wrecker, I think this big guy would be perfect for you

I would but... *whispers* I think my Lula might get jealous!

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writing-reaper · 1 year

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Thank you for this wonderful response! I love the narrative of your thoughts and all the memes. The Spider-Man one was beautiful. I think you really helped fill in some blanks for me!

Below are a bunch of notes/brainstorming:

Also, you hit that guest room explanation flat on the head because that was exactly my thought process when I was thinking about just how large these guy’s house would—realistically—be and why they’d keep a guest room when there’s already six of them in the first place. It’s for Cody and Rex obviously!!

So getting back to it…

First, we gotta start with our main boy

Wrecker:

His part time job being at a farm or warehouse is honestly awesome. But the thing I loved most that you mentioned was him working at a gym.

Obviously all the guys are fit, but Wrecker’s appearance is more your body builder type. So his degree could be for Personal Training. Honestly, his character would make him perfect for that role.

He may appear intimidating, but in reality he’s a supportive sweetheart. We all know that while Wrecker is a little slow-witted, he always excels at what he knows.

I love your idea that Wrecker goes to Tech first, but I firmly believe that Hunter is still the leader of the household. Hunter went to a convention for a weekend and returned to the house a complete disaster. Hunter doesn’t go to conventions anymore that are too far away from home.

I do agree that Hunter would be skeptical and very hesitant. This is a stranger and they do have a child with them. THAT would be when Wrecker contacts Tech. He knows Crosshair isn’t going to be on his side, Crosshair still gets snippy when Rex comes over. TECH would have met reader already since their all in the same college and Wrecker and reader work together in the library, a place Tech would frequent a lot.

Not only would Tech vouch for her character, but he, alongside Wrecker, would happily welcome her into his home. YoUr HoMe?!

Reluctantly, Hunter would agree. Obviously clear it with mom— I mean Echo first and then your friend can move in while she gets back on her feet.

Hunter:

I’m glad you loved the idea of Hunter being a tattoo artist, honestly I couldn’t imagine him as anything else. But what I really love from your response is that you gave him and reader a history that would remain an unknown secret until they meet again.

I think it’s brilliant, and would kind of just solidify Hunter’s decision to let her stay. Not just because she’s nice and a good client, but because he’s met her ex.

Obviously, if reader’s frequented him a handful of times, reader’s got a good chunk of tattoos about her body. Ex boyfriend didn’t like that. And since he’s the asshole, manipulative type, he definitely doesn’t like that her tattoo artist is a man.

Hunter would’ve witnessed some sort of fight between the two. Not physical, at least Hunter would’ve made sure it never got physical, but a verbal argument that was close to turning into a screaming match.

The argument would end with the “if you loved me you’d be more considerate of how I feel” from her boyfriend before he storms out of Hunter’s tattoo parlor.

He would’ve seen her fighting through the wreck of her emotions and take a deep breath before she’d turn her attention to Hunter and apologize profusely. She’d ask him what his cancellation fee was, apologize for wasting his time and promising she’ll tip him anyways.

So, in other words, he was just happy to know she was done with that relationship and he was happy to help her out.

Tech:

I think you solidified for me what Tech’s career would be and why he’s back in college. Tech is definitely an engineer, with passion projects at home and a rented out workshop somewhere. Now I clarified this here for one reason and one reason alone:

I forgot about Gonky. I was so hooked on Lula I forgot about Gonky, I’m so sorry.

I think it’d be pretty cool if, while Tech was first in college for his robotic engineering degree, a professor, who really liked him, gifted Gonky to him. Gonky would just stay Gonky. He’d serve as a remembrance to Tech for when he was getting his first degree, Wrecker loves him as an at home weight, Hunter and Echo give him the occasional pat but are more appreciative that he serves as a generator after a really bad storm, and Omega and Crosshair love Gonky because he’s Gonky.

Anyways, getting back to Tech.

While Tech and reader definitely aren’t in the same classes, she is helping out his brother, so obviously Tech had to meet her. If not to see if she was reliable, then to thank her for getting Wrecker to leave him alone.

So Tech is definitely the most welcoming when she inevitably moves in. The over-explaining of the microwave and refrigerator etiquette is just so in character for Tech.

Tech would explain EVERYTHING about their home, cause as you stated, it would definitely be unique. And Tech is most likely responsible for 99.9% of all these cool things. .05% goes to Echo’s kitchen and .05% goes to Crosshair’s mini bar.

Just another note for myself, as soon as Tech had confirmed that reader was moving in, he made a spare key then went straight home to wait for her and Wrecker’s arrival.

Echo:

I have never disagreed with the idea that Echo is a cook. Cooking is literally following instructions and adding a little bit of chaos. That is LITERALLY Echo.

However, Echo cooking likely started as a hobby, plus it’s cheaper to cook then get take out all the time. Then it spiraled into Echo cooking all the time for the bad batch. Some days he wishes he kept his cooking a secret like Crosshair does, but he doesn’t regret keeping their finances in the green zone.

Reader would definitely help out in the kitchen, and will forever be confused that a man actually enjoys cooking because she definitely cooked all the time for her ex.

Now Echo is Echo. He’s going to be nice to reader. He’s been in a bad situation before as well that the batch had to help him out of. Echo is also going to be constantly battling reader’s need to do something for the batch because she’s going to feel guilty for a while.

Echo is probably going to wind up third closest to reader to start off (first being Wrecker, second being Omega, and Tech is fourth cause he’s busy).

Also Echo is probably going to work in an IT position because I can imagine him happily working in an office setting.

Crosshair:

Crosshair is not going to be happy. As you said, his home is his safe space. He’s tried moving out and he did not enjoy it.

I think Crosshair is going to be a bartender. There’s some elements of precision in making drinks and Crosshair is definitely a night owl in a modern world. He may not be much of a conversationalist, but he is confident in his abilities and can talk to a stranger just enough before they leave him alone.

Plus Crosshair’s always everyone’s drinker in the fandom, so why not make him a bartender?

Crosshair is going to be apprehensive about reader staying with them. One, she’s a woman, two, she’s still a stranger.

Crosshair is going to have a few scenarios between just him and the reader that I won’t go into save it for the story.

And last but not least

Omega:

Besties. Right away. Besties.

Omega’s going to be in school obviously.

I love the attic bedroom idea.

By default reader is going to be a parental figure to Omega, it’s just the law at this point.

I think you basically said everything I could think of at the moment for Omega.

With reader having some time off since she’s in between work, she’ll spend a good bit of time with Omega.

Another note for myself is that because Omega is in school Hunter drops her off in the morning, and Crosshair picks her up after school. Basic system, will occasionally get altered now that reader is here.

Last minute notes:

Ik modern tends to mean what today looks like and ignore the aliens, but I prefer to include all the aliens and animals.

Also my idea of Star Wars modern AU is more like Big Hero 6 world than our real world. I’d say men in black but even in that world they hide the aliens.

In other words, yes, Lula will be a Tooka not a cat.

I didn’t want to get too too specific, for obvious reasons, but thank you for your input! I enjoyed reading what you had to say!

I have something that I want to write.

AU Bad Batch to be specific.

Like a modern AU.

I want Wrecker and Tech to be college students (Tech will also have a full time job debating on what though).

I don’t know what kind of careers Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair will have.

Even though I think it would be pretty cool if Hunter was a tattoo artist with that head canons that he’s the artsy one and the half full body skeleton tattoo.

Wrecker will have a part time job because college but what his job job and major will eventually be I’m not sure either.

I’m going to make this an x reader since I already have an x oc on here.

I just wanted another consistent story on my page that wasn’t an x oc.

The basic run down of reader is she’s a college student who balances work and school. She begins the story in a serious relationship with someone and meets Wrecker because they shared a class together and he needed help in it or even a group project. She meets the rest of the batch when she visits their house to help out Wrecker, and then one day the worst happens.

Boyfriend kicks her out, loses her job, and what money she has leftover isn’t enough to keep her head above water. She meets Wrecker for their project, assignment, tutoring, whatever, and just ends up breaking down on him.

Wrecker then offers their home and she first refuses cause of all the others and then Wrecker’s like “let me talk to them” and they all mostly agree.

I have a lot of fun ideas for this scenario, I’m just missing the details especially with Omega, plus I want to make Lula a real Tooka.

Obviously this isn’t a project that would be out asap, but I at least wanted to open a window per se.

If you have any ideas please feel free to share!

I plan to write this in 2nd person even though it’ll be fem reader (sorry).

I’ll be keeping things as gender neutral as possible in my requests unless stated otherwise.

Anyway! Thanks for stopping by! Let me know what you think! :)

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