I write little stories with you and your favorite clone(s). I write fluff. It can be romantic, first meeting, first date, platonic, support during a difficult time, etc. I default to gender neutral reader unless I have more information and it is relevant to the story. I'm also very careful to save anything romantic for adult readers.
Update: I finally have a masterlist! I will try to keep it updated.
Sometimes I randomly send stories, but lately my time is taken up with requests, which I love. So feel free to make requests!
If you want to request something for yourself:
Send me an ask with what kind of story you need and with which clone. Feel free to add any helpful information like whether you're touch-averse (clones understand boundaries) so I don't accidentally include something you don't want. I can respond to the ask on here or send you an anon ask with the story. If you decide to post the story to your blog, I reblog so others can read.
Once in a while, I may simply post a story and not tag anyone (if they wish) if the topic is sensitive and just trust they will find it.
If you want to request on behalf of someone else:
Send an ask and tell me who, what kind of story, and which clone, similar to if you were requesting for yourself. I will send them an anon ask with the story or post it here and tag them.
Please note:
I am also open to writing about difficult topics, including trauma and loss. As a trauma survivor myself, I know how healing it can be to see yourself with someone who feels safe, and I think in a lot of ways, the clones make people feel safe. I have also written about people comforting their favorite clone.
I also do not write romance for minors. This should go without saying. While I have written platonic / older brother mentor type things before, I am avoiding that option now too in light of some recent requests, just because I don't want anything misread.
Feel free to see some of what I've written throughout this blog, but also know that some people choose not to post the stories I send and that is perfectly fine. You are under no obligation to share, but it's great if you want to.
Thanks for reading, and may your favorite clone hold you in their heart.
I cannot believe 500 people follow me. Or still follow me after things slowing down so much. Thank you to each and every one of you! Feel free to make a request here or if you want something more in-depth or mature, check out @clone-anon-after-dark
I'm still taking requests and might even write a couple things unprompted.
Uhhhh I have to move again, all my life my parents and I have moved from place to place and this is the longest we’ve stayed here and im so tired of leaving everything behind and starting over again.
Do you think you could do a Bad Batch x reader where they actually want her to stay and fight for her to stay instead of being reassigned(again)?
Thank you for all your works, it truly brightens my day and makes me smile.
Absolutely! You know they wouldn't just let you go.
As Tech landed the Marauder after another series of missions, the message came over your datapad. You sighed. Reassigned again. You finally felt at home with the Batch only to be moved.
"What is it?" Wrecker asked, the first to note your shift in mood.
"I'm being reassigned to the 212th," you replied.
The boys all looked your way and then at each other. Crosshair shifted the toothpick from left to right. Echo looked frustrated. He'd only joined then shortly before you did and didn't want to lose anyone else even if it just meant you being shifted around the GAR.
You let Tech peak over your shoulder to read the orders when Hunter asked, "Any idea why?"
"They've decided you don't need someone making sure you get food and medical supplies, I guess."
"But you're integral," Echo argued. "You provide intel and being able to get supplies from locals with your help means we don't have to fly as far to GAR bases."
You weren't sure what to do. You were used to going where you were told and not really belonging anywhere. You all headed across Tipoca City toward their quarters. You found your hammock near Echo's and laid down, zoning out. You didn't notice the boys all nodding to each other and barely registered Wrecker telling you they would be back soon.
You drifted off to sleep. Your body didn't want to fight this and instead you retreated into yourself. You woke up about an hour later to familiar voices quietly chatting. You smiled to yourself as you opened your eyes to see Tech twirling his spanner while working on some random project.
"Ah, you're awake," he declared with a smile.
"What did I miss?" you asked.
"Good to see you," Cody said as he stood.
You nearly fell trying to get up for your new commander, but Cody and Hunter reached forward to help steady you.
"I've spoken to every man here and it seems you are indispensable with this squad," Cody said with a grin. "Is this where you would like to stay?"
You looked around the room. Even Crosshair had a little smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.
"I don't want to be disrespectful," you started.
Cody put his hands up with a, "You aren't. There are other people who can work with the 212th. It seems like you found a good group here."
"Then I would like to stay here," you said.
"Ya can't have her, Cody," Wrecker declared. He hugged you and picked you up.
"She's ours," Crosshair added.
Cody nodded and smiled before taking his leave.
"Don't worry," Hunter said as they all gathered around. "You're not going anywhere."
"Ah, you're awake" AND HERE'S A CODY JUMPSCARE! 😄
This is the daydream right here. All the boys going to their superior because they want you around. And Cody's such a peach. Good stuff.
Uhhhh I have to move again, all my life my parents and I have moved from place to place and this is the longest we’ve stayed here and im so tired of leaving everything behind and starting over again.
Do you think you could do a Bad Batch x reader where they actually want her to stay and fight for her to stay instead of being reassigned(again)?
Thank you for all your works, it truly brightens my day and makes me smile.
Absolutely! You know they wouldn't just let you go.
As Tech landed the Marauder after another series of missions, the message came over your datapad. You sighed. Reassigned again. You finally felt at home with the Batch only to be moved.
"What is it?" Wrecker asked, the first to note your shift in mood.
"I'm being reassigned to the 212th," you replied.
The boys all looked your way and then at each other. Crosshair shifted the toothpick from left to right. Echo looked frustrated. He'd only joined then shortly before you did and didn't want to lose anyone else even if it just meant you being shifted around the GAR.
You let Tech peak over your shoulder to read the orders when Hunter asked, "Any idea why?"
"They've decided you don't need someone making sure you get food and medical supplies, I guess."
"But you're integral," Echo argued. "You provide intel and being able to get supplies from locals with your help means we don't have to fly as far to GAR bases."
You weren't sure what to do. You were used to going where you were told and not really belonging anywhere. You all headed across Tipoca City toward their quarters. You found your hammock near Echo's and laid down, zoning out. You didn't notice the boys all nodding to each other and barely registered Wrecker telling you they would be back soon.
You drifted off to sleep. Your body didn't want to fight this and instead you retreated into yourself. You woke up about an hour later to familiar voices quietly chatting. You smiled to yourself as you opened your eyes to see Tech twirling his spanner while working on some random project.
"Ah, you're awake," he declared with a smile.
"What did I miss?" you asked.
"Good to see you," Cody said as he stood.
You nearly fell trying to get up for your new commander, but Cody and Hunter reached forward to help steady you.
"I've spoken to every man here and it seems you are indispensable with this squad," Cody said with a grin. "Is this where you would like to stay?"
You looked around the room. Even Crosshair had a little smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.
"I don't want to be disrespectful," you started.
Cody put his hands up with a, "You aren't. There are other people who can work with the 212th. It seems like you found a good group here."
"Then I would like to stay here," you said.
"Ya can't have her, Cody," Wrecker declared. He hugged you and picked you up.
"She's ours," Crosshair added.
Cody nodded and smiled before taking his leave.
"Don't worry," Hunter said as they all gathered around. "You're not going anywhere."
I'm sorry the last fic didn't do the trick, but I hope you don't mind me adding some thoughts here.
Tech x Reader and Kix x Reader (platonic)
You answered your comm with your heart pounding. It was impossible to stop. Maybe now you would have some answers.
"Good news!" came the voice on the other end. "Your labs are all normal!"
"Then what's wrong with me?" you asked as tears threatened to fall. Tech overheard the comm and approached you from behind, his supportive hand resting on your lower back and causing you to take a steady breath.
"Nothing's wrong with you, based on this," replied the medical assistant. "If you want to follow-up, I can transfer you."
"Yes," you mumbled.
A few minutes later, you had an appointment in a couple rotations and the comm went silent.
You broke into sobs as the validity you felt from his statement. He held you while you let all your frustration and emotion out. How could they say everything was normal? Why was there no curiosity to get to the bottom of what was wrong with you? When would there be relief?
Tech held you and kissed your temple softly.
"We will find a way. We will find a solution," he assured.
As you got into bed that night, he put his goggles on the night stand and suggested Kix come with you. You agreed. Kix was more than happy to accompany you. He even reviewed your personal medical records (at your request) so he could be prepared.
Time barely moved leading up to your appointment, but that morning you walked into the office with Tech protectively following and Kix nearly breaking the door down with a slew of questions barely contained. You went through the usual wait and when the doctor finally sat down with you in their office, you could only let out a "what's next?"
"What do you mean?" the doctor asked.
"Karking hell does that mean?!" Kix shouted. "She feels miserable!"
The doctor tried to brush that off with a "but the labs" and was not prepared for the eruption from both men at your side.
"Then run more tests," Tech insisted while Kix rolled his eyes with a "You have ONE job and that's to get to the bottom of this!"
"If the labs you ran are normal, then perhaps the scale used to measure normality is incorrect," Tech stated. "Have you considered that science is always changing and you have a job to take care of your patient? To provide relief? Have you considered that your words and inaction are causing additional pain when you took an oath never to harm anyone? Have you even tried being at least mildly competent at your job?"
"You're an embarrassment and we want a second opinion," Kix stated bluntly. "Never mind that. A first opinion. Yours doesn't count. You didn't bother to run several scans that could identify further tests. Your notes in her paperwork are rude at best. Do you think she's making this up for fun?! None of this is fun! How about I take her down to the GAR and run the tests and then send you a bill both for the labs and my time since you can't seem to do your kriffing job?"
Your heart fluttered at the amount of love behind their words. Everyone went silent until you added, "Well? Are you going to do your job?"
Kix added, "Or should we find another specialist who gives a shit?"
Tech added, "And who has a single working brain cell?"
The doctor sighed. They pushed a business card from a colleague your way. It was just as well. You didn't want this doctor's help anymore. You only wanted someone to care enough to try and if that meant going elsewhere, that was fine.
You, Tech, and Kix left the building with a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry we didn't get you those tests immediately," Kix said. "I could pull some strings if it would help."
You fiddled with the card in your hand.
"I think I should try this first. Don't want you getting in trouble for helping someone outside your professional capacity," you answered. "Thank you for your support though."
You said your goodbyes to him and made your way back home with Tech.
"I don't think I've ever seen you so fired up, Tech."
He kissed your forehead. "This is already stressful enough for you, darling. You deserve to be heard and believed. We won't stop until we get you what you need."
I'm always worried these stories will be missed in people's busy Tumblr feeds as they take thought and time to make. I'm glad to know these two stories helped you, and I hope you get the answers you need soon. And yes, I'd let them drag anyone who was bad at their job all day every day.
I'm sorry the last fic didn't do the trick, but I hope you don't mind me adding some thoughts here.
Tech x Reader and Kix x Reader (platonic)
You answered your comm with your heart pounding. It was impossible to stop. Maybe now you would have some answers.
"Good news!" came the voice on the other end. "Your labs are all normal!"
"Then what's wrong with me?" you asked as tears threatened to fall. Tech overheard the comm and approached you from behind, his supportive hand resting on your lower back and causing you to take a steady breath.
"Nothing's wrong with you, based on this," replied the medical assistant. "If you want to follow-up, I can transfer you."
"Yes," you mumbled.
A few minutes later, you had an appointment in a couple rotations and the comm went silent.
You broke into sobs as the validity you felt from his statement. He held you while you let all your frustration and emotion out. How could they say everything was normal? Why was there no curiosity to get to the bottom of what was wrong with you? When would there be relief?
Tech held you and kissed your temple softly.
"We will find a way. We will find a solution," he assured.
As you got into bed that night, he put his goggles on the night stand and suggested Kix come with you. You agreed. Kix was more than happy to accompany you. He even reviewed your personal medical records (at your request) so he could be prepared.
Time barely moved leading up to your appointment, but that morning you walked into the office with Tech protectively following and Kix nearly breaking the door down with a slew of questions barely contained. You went through the usual wait and when the doctor finally sat down with you in their office, you could only let out a "what's next?"
"What do you mean?" the doctor asked.
"Karking hell does that mean?!" Kix shouted. "She feels miserable!"
The doctor tried to brush that off with a "but the labs" and was not prepared for the eruption from both men at your side.
"Then run more tests," Tech insisted while Kix rolled his eyes with a "You have ONE job and that's to get to the bottom of this!"
"If the labs you ran are normal, then perhaps the scale used to measure normality is incorrect," Tech stated. "Have you considered that science is always changing and you have a job to take care of your patient? To provide relief? Have you considered that your words and inaction are causing additional pain when you took an oath never to harm anyone? Have you even tried being at least mildly competent at your job?"
"You're an embarrassment and we want a second opinion," Kix stated bluntly. "Never mind that. A first opinion. Yours doesn't count. You didn't bother to run several scans that could identify further tests. Your notes in her paperwork are rude at best. Do you think she's making this up for fun?! None of this is fun! How about I take her down to the GAR and run the tests and then send you a bill both for the labs and my time since you can't seem to do your kriffing job?"
Your heart fluttered at the amount of love behind their words. Everyone went silent until you added, "Well? Are you going to do your job?"
Kix added, "Or should we find another specialist who gives a shit?"
Tech added, "And who has a single working brain cell?"
The doctor sighed. They pushed a business card from a colleague your way. It was just as well. You didn't want this doctor's help anymore. You only wanted someone to care enough to try and if that meant going elsewhere, that was fine.
You, Tech, and Kix left the building with a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry we didn't get you those tests immediately," Kix said. "I could pull some strings if it would help."
You fiddled with the card in your hand.
"I think I should try this first. Don't want you getting in trouble for helping someone outside your professional capacity," you answered. "Thank you for your support though."
You said your goodbyes to him and made your way back home with Tech.
"I don't think I've ever seen you so fired up, Tech."
He kissed your forehead. "This is already stressful enough for you, darling. You deserve to be heard and believed. We won't stop until we get you what you need."
Hiii, hope you’re doing well! I just got to ring the bell yesterday! (Cancer free!) I got to do it with my parents and don’t get me wrong it was great but I really wished I had friends there too. I was wondering if you could do maybe a a fic where it’s the 501st and maybe featuring the others like ghost company and Wolfe pack but where one- the clones find out reader has cancer and two- where they’re with her when she finds out she’s cancer free? Hope that is ok and not too much! Your fics have been bringing me so much joy while I went through treatments this past year!! You really are a great writer! Xx -🎗️
Biggest congratulations on ringing the bell! I know the boys are rooting for you every day!
Kix was the first to notice something wasn't quite right, and he wasn't surprised when you told some of the boys you had a doctor's appointment coming up. Seeing a doctor could be incredibly stressful, and if this was as bad as he knew it could be, he wanted to come with you to ask questions and advocate for you. To say the tests were unpleasant was an understatement, but he made sure to have some bacta spray and pain killers on hand when you left the appointment.
One of the boys stayed with you each night while you waited for the results. Those four rotations felt like ages and would have been unbearable had you not had company. The first night, Kix and Tup took care of you and made sure you knew you weren’t alone in whatever was to come. The second night, Fives and Echo distracted you with Domino Squad humor delivered with ARC trooper timing. The third night, Waxer and Boil brought way too much food and made sure you ate. And on the fourth night, Hardcase and Jesse distracted you with their lighthearted joking and a series of comedy holofilms.
Rex and Kix took you to the follow-up appointment where you got the news. You thought you were ready for the worst, but as soon as the cancer diagnosis was confirmed, it felt like you were living in another dimension. You picked up as much information from the doctor as possible but were grateful that Rex held your hand and Kix took notes on everything. Kix made sure you understood every step of the treatment, ensured it was done in a timeframe that made sense, and advocated for all of the medications you would need. Unfortunately, it was not as easy as being thrown in a bacta tank. Bacta could heal, but it didn't discriminate between cancer cells and healthy cells.
Every treatment day meant at least one of the boys would be with you, and as things continued, you were rarely alone day-to-day. Rex, Cody, and Wolffe set up a schedule so that whoever was on Triple Zero would send someone to help you. Every man had his strengths. Cody and Rex were strong and reminded you of your own strength as they held you. Wolffe was great when you had to go in for treatment with a particularly grumpy nurse. He always out-grumped them and wasn't afraid to ask for anything you needed. Tup and Dogma were sweet, listening to your fears and tending to your household chores and laundry so you would have less to worry about. Waxer and Boil got you groceries and made food you could eat in your weakened state, always making several days’ worth at a time that could be easily reheated. And on one very special day, you were surprised to see Echo, Fives, Hardcase, Jesse, Appo, Sinker, Comet, and Boost all at once. It happened to be a few days they all got leave, and they all wanted to see you. You were so very sick, although you were told things were turning a corner for the positive. To say you were exhausted seemed like an understatement, but each man was gentle. They didn't always need to entertain you. It was enough that someone was there, and it helped you relax into sound sleep. The boys weren't afraid of cuddling either. There was nothing quite like being sandwiched between sleeping clones, safe in your own home and well taken care of.
When your scheduled treatments ended, you, Kix, Cody, and Wolffe all crammed into the doctor's office as the rest of the boys lined the hallway. After all you had endured, you hoped it would be good news, and—possibly in an effort to get all these men out of the building so business could continue—your doctor didn't beat around the bush. Your cancer was in remission. It wasn't detectable. You still needed follow-up appointments, but you'd won your battle.
The relieved smile you wore when you walked through the door was everything to the men waiting in the hallway. They instantly erupted into a chorus of shouts that had the doctors and nurses clapping along. Hardcase picked you up and carried you triumphantly down the hall to ring the bell that had other patients and their families adding their own cheers and woots. More than a few of the men cried joyfully with you. You couldn't stay there all day and of course needed to go out to celebrate, but Fives pulled out a hand bell for you to ring as you walked out of the hospital, inviting everyone within earshot to add their applause and good wishes to a moment you would remember forever.
The soft clunk on the table in front of you woke up something in your brain. That helmet wasn’t yours.
It also wasn’t there a minute ago.
There was a pair of thin legs at the same level as the helmet, and you followed them up to see a pair of worried eyes.
“Cross? What are you doing here?”
Crosshair scoffed. “You’re the one with the fancy degree, Doc. Do I really need to tell you?”
You did. You really did. Your brain was not entirely under your control today, and after a moment, Crosshair could see it too. He sat beside you on your sofa and gently picked up your hand.
“It’s the anniversary,” he uttered quietly. “Did you really think I wouldn’t be here if I could?”
You squeezed his fingers as a fresh jolt traveled through your body. Today was the day. It was the day that had been drilled into your mind for your entire youth—the day the world was supposed to end. Years had passed since the date had come and gone, and every year on that day, the memories of your former life rocketed back to the surface. This year, it was more than your body could handle.
Crosshair knew all about how you bravely left the doomsday cult behind you and reinvented yourself into the strong, multifaceted, independent person you were now. But even the most resilient people have their demons. It was a concept he was intimately familiar with.
“How are you holding up?”
You didn’t know quite how to answer. “Terrible” seemed too vague, but sharing the nightmarish details of the thoughts that were haunting you wasn’t something you wanted to burden him with.
Ultimately, you settled on, “I’ve been better. Last year was better. This year, I’m feeling it everywhere. Everything hurts. My nervous system feels like it’s…it’s…”
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you down by your shoulder so that your head rested in his lap. The armor was the worst possible pillow, and you wondered if he knew that. The hard pressure against your ear was enough to ground you and allow the harder-to-control sensations to dull. You took a deep breath that turned into a small sob as his gloved fingers began to slowly card through your hair.
“I can’t stand those days,” he whispered. “The ones where the thoughts themselves physically hurt. It makes sense, I suppose. It’s all connected. Here…” He slid his fingers down the back of your head to your neck and along your spine. “…all the way through here and to every part of you.” Then he brought his hand back to your hair. “That big, beautiful mind of yours in is more pain than it can handle, so it’s sharing it with the rest of you. Aren’t you lucky?”
A small smile worked its way onto your lips, the first one you had accomplished all day.
He pulled your hand up to his lips for a simple kiss. “We’re here for you, you know. For whatever you need. All of us.”
You smiled a little more at that. You knew that “all” included more than just he and his brothers. It also meant your found family, the friends you had made since leaving your old life. It reminded you that you weren’t alone today or on any of the anniversaries to come.
“Thank you, Cross. You always know what to say.”
“Debatable,” he said gently, “but you’re welcome.”
Thank you, Clone Anon. It's been a rough one. Crosshair knows exactly what's going on. 🥺💜
Hello again! It's been a minute since I've asked for a story, but this weekend has been a struggle.
This year just hasn't been my year for staying healthy. I was so sick all throughout January that the entire month is just a blur, and now my seasonal allergies are kicking my ass. For me, seasonal allergies can be as mild as itching, sneezing, burning eyes, and sinus pressure to all of that plus nausea, vertigo, dry heaving, and just an overall feeling of malaise. Hell, yesterday I was lightheaded all during the errands I had to run and basically had to put on my best "I'm fine" face while visiting my mom (she's a nurse and nothing gets by her). I slept on and off most of yesterday afternoon and into the evening. I dealt with this a lot as a kid, not really attributing it to allergies, but after researching it last year and realizing that I only felt like that during the spring, it all started to make sense. My allergy medicine helps a bit, but it doesn't help with everything.
My poor husband has been doing his best to help me the last few days, but I feel like I just need a little extra comfort. I know I've requested Tech from you a lot in the past, but right now I feel like I need some care from our gruff, golden-hearted medic, Kix. Something about being cared for by someone with some medical knowledge just sounds so nice. Thanks in advance! 💜💜
I am so sorry that I didn't get to this sooner. Life has been kicking me in the shebs, as the boys would say. Thankfully I've brought on Guest Clone Anon! This blog has been a one-person thing until now and I'm so happy that someone can help carry the spirit of this blog and do our readers and boys justice. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere in the meantime. So with that,
Kix x Reader
“Why do I see a dressing on you that I didn’t apply?”
You looked up from your reading to smile at the medic who just walked through the door. Your medic. The one who could home in on any physical change in you like a hound to a steak.
“It’s just a scrape,” you replied offhandedly. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
Kix huffed and set down his helmet. “Worrying about open wounds is literally my job. Let’s see it.”
You rolled your puffy eyes fondly as you covered the patch on your elbow with your opposite hand. “Your job is to worry over your men’s wounds. Not mine.”
“You’re right,” he returned as he approached your spot on the couch with appraising eyes. “Your injuries aren’t my job. They’re my passion projects.”
“You make me sound like a hobby.”
Kix flashed the devilishly charming smile that he only ever used around you and sat down at your side. “Being with you is my favorite off-duty activity, so I guess you are. Now, let’s see what’s under there. You can take it off, or I can. Your choice.”
“Are we still talking about the bandage?”
Kix chuckled and pulled your arm into his lap, his eyes narrowing as your body gave in a little too easily to the motion. He gingerly worked the covering away with practiced hands. “How did this happen?”
You shrugged weakly. “I got dizzy and landed on the pavement as I was leaving work yesterday.”
“Dizzy?” He replaced the bandage quickly and immediately went to work pressing fingers into the sides of your achy neck and shining a penlight into your bloodshot eyes. Even with the beam limiting your field of vision to an irritated squint, you could see the concern in his focused brown eyes. “What other symptoms are you having?”
“The same ones I have every year,” you answered miserably as you began to list off your complaints on your fingers. “Itchy eyes, sinus pressure, clogged ears, dizziness, nausea, and I can’t rest comfortably, so I’m awfully tired. Typical springtime for me.”
Kix pulled a small prescription bottle, some nasal spray, and several over-the-counter containers from the mass of used tissues on your caf table and frowned. “How long has it been this bad?”
“If you mean this round, it’s been a few weeks, basically since the last time you were planetside. If you’re asking how long I’ve had these problems, it’s been years. Ever since I was a kid.”
He suspected as much. The hemisphere you lived in was at the height of the most beautiful part of spring, not that you were able to enjoy it. The more the plants blossomed, the more you wilted. He hadn’t known you at this time last year, but you had mentioned that your springtime allergies were bad enough to require medication. The fact that you were falling over and injuring yourself told him that your meds weren’t helping you nearly enough.
When Kix didn’t say anything, you continued. “The doctor said it’s just my allergies acting up again and that there’s not much I can do except to take those pills and, and, and—ACHOO—wait for everything to stop blooming.”
“Force keep you,” Kix muttered as he handed you one of the few tissues left in the box. “Your doctor is right, but they’re not as invested as I am.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and picked up his helmet. “I’ll be back soon with reinforcements.”
He returned about an hour later with a crate in his arms and a bouquet of flowers.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he handed you the colorful bundle of shockingly life-like blooms. “They’re artificial. I thought you might like to have a few flowers in your life that weren’t trying to kill you.”
You fiddled with the delicate petals as a smile crept its way onto your face. “They’re beautiful, Kix! Thank you. What’s in the box?”
Kix grinned and pried off the lid. “Like I said, I’m bringing in reinforcements.” He pulled out some face masks, some GAR-labeled decongestants you’ve never heard of, a small machine with a tank on the side, and a large box that looked like it was made of vents. “This is a sinus pathway cleanser,” he explained as he set aside the little machine with the water reservoir. “It will flush your sinuses of any pollen that’s trapped up there and help to clear your airways. If we can get ahead of the sinus pressure building up behind your ears, the vertigo should subside.”
“And that?” you asked as you pointed to the box he was already plugging in.
“A medical grade air scrubber,” he announced proudly. “This one is rated for a standard size medbay, so it should do a good job of cleaning the air in your apartment.” He jutted his thumb over his shoulder toward your door. “The other reinforcements are in progress. Jesse and Hardcase are working with your building manager to install additional filtration to the complex’s ventilation system, and Echo and Fives are arranging to have the same done to the building where you work. It’s not a perfect fix, but if you’re diligent about wearing a face mask when you’re out, you might be able to make your seasonal allergies feel more like your everyday allergies.”
You knew Kix was kind and thorough. He was an excellent medic after all. But you never would have expected him to arrange for your living environment to be “treated” to alleviate your symptoms. That was a level of thoughtfulness that made you want to cry.
“I, I don’t know what to say, Kix.”
“Don’t say anything.” He stepped close and settled his hands on your cheeks as he wiped the wetness from the corners of your eyes. “Are these tears because of the real flowers or the fake ones?”
“I don’t know!” you said with a watery laugh. “Both?”
Kix breathed out a content sigh and leaned in to kiss you. You knew he kept it brief because you could barely breathe through your nose, but you couldn’t help wishing that the soft warmth of the motion he was so good at could last just a little while longer. You supposed a prolonged session with his talented lips would have to wait for summer. It gave you something to look forward to.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He took your hand in his and used his other to hold the sinus reliever as he steered you toward your refresher. “I’ll show you how to use this, and then we’ll cuddle up on that couch of yours and watch a holofilm or two while we wait to see if these decongestants I brought work any better for you than the ones you’ve been using. Sound good?”
hello💙 I hope you are having a wonderful day! I’ve been struggling lately and your blog is such a big comfort for me 🫂 May I make a request please? I am autistic but high masking lower support needs but lately I’ve been feeling so lonely and broken inside. If you have time would you mind doing something about a similar female bonding with Tech romantically or the batch as a whole platonically, or even both smooshed together? I can’t thank you enough for helping me get through the tough days!🫂
Of course! I relate to this too, so hopefully this helps.
Tech x Reader with some brotherly batch love too
You worked as quickly as you could while Tech flew. Of course something had to break during an incredibly boring supply run. Hunter watched you and sighed. He wasn't sure how to help and just gave Wrecker a look. All Wrecker and Crosshair could really do was watch over you since they weren't sure how to make the task go any faster and it seemed to be upsetting you.
Your mind flew with everything that needed to be accomplished to get the data pad in working order. Each little piece had a job and you and Tech were the only ones who had spent any time really examining everything. You were both dependable when it came to these kind of things. You put up a good face, but it was starting to break. It was as if by working faster you could get the job sooner before the inevitable collapse of your spirit.
You closed up the back of the data pad and pushed the buttons. It worked now and Crosshair quickly took it from your hands. He wasn't harsh, but a nod of thanks and a silent acknowledgement that he knew you needed a break. Wrecker scooted over so you could sit next to him as Tech and Echo flew the ship. You were too zoned out to hear Hunter's worried comment about you. Echo was worried too. He could see the burnout coming, something not wholly unfamiliar to him, but he didn't know what to do. You seemed too stubborn to actually rest as if not taking care of things meant you were somehow lost.
"She needs to rest," Tech said. "I confess I don't know how to help."
"We make you sleep," Echo replied flatly.
"Yes, but I am comfortable with all of you. She does not know us as well."
Hunter calmly answered, "I know that, but I think you're the best one to connect with her. Besides, she likes you. We can all see that."
"Very well," Tech said. "I will do my best."
Once the ship landed, everyone hopped onto the safety of Pabu once again. Wrecker, Crosshair, and Hunter worked to unload the supplies while Echo comm'd Rex with some intel. You wandered over to join the boys, but Tech approached you and cleared his throat.
"Do you mind joining me?" he asked.
You followed him down the path to a quiet spot. Two birds chirped and flew off toward another tree. Tech shifted where he sat.
"You are struggling," was all he could say.
"Is it that obvious?" you asked with a sinking heart.
"Not to most people, I imagine."
You sat silently for a moment before he reached out his hand, palm up. An offering. You placed your hand in his and felt a gentle squeeze and with that a wave of emotion crested throughout you. He put his other hand on your back.
"I feel so disconnected," you let out. "What is wrong with me?"
"Absolutely nothing," he assured.
You both noticed you were still out in the open. Tech tried to shield you from the walking path nearby, but you shook your head.
"Can we go back to mine?" you asked.
He nodded and you led the way, still holding his hand. It was a short walk you both knew well and you breathed a sigh of relief once the door was closed behind you.
"I am not sure what to do in this situation," Tech admitted. "What would help?"
You knew but felt a little scared to say. You were used to taking care of yourself and being as little a burden as possible. Your insides rattled with need while your mind tried to calm you in the familiar way you'd tamed it to. Tech just looked at you, waiting. Before you could stop yourself you started walking to the bedroom, took your boots off, and sat on the bed.
"I am unsure what you-"
"Hold me," you interjected. "Nothing more. I need to be close to someone."
"Ah." Tech took his own boots off and laid down on the bed and opened his arms to welcome you in.
He added, "When we were cadets and I was overwhelmed, Wrecker would hold me. It helped. This is different, of course."
"Yeah?" you softly inquired.
"Yes," he said with a soft honesty. "I care for you deeply and in a different way."
You pressed yourself closer to him and could hear his heart beat. The rhythm was soothing.
Tech thought for a moment and asked, "Do you often feel alone?"
"Yeah," you admitted.
"I have always had my brothers, but I understand the loneliness of not being understood."
You looked up at him with sad, but hopeful eyes and nodded.
"Maybe we can have each other," you suggested.
"We do have each other," Tech said. He instinctively rested his cheek on the top of your head.
A shiver went down both your spines as the sky darkened through the window and it started to rain. You reluctantly grabbed an extra blanket and tossed it over him before he opened up his arms to what now felt like a safe cocoon.
"Is this alright?" he asked as you tried to get comfortable again.
You nodded and asked if he was okay. He nodded back at you and held you close. The contact was as soothing as feeling understood. You both knew what it was like to hold many thoughts and feelings and while there was much left unsaid, this was the beginning of a deep love.
Hiya! I would love to see a Bad Batch x reader and how it would be meeting them for the first time and first impressions. Cause like it would be their first time needing to work with someone else (they basically adopted echo immediately) so how would they react to a girl?
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I was thinking about the best way to put this into a fic, but I kept going back to writing it in headcanon form with a blurb on each batcher, so that is what I will go with.
Hunter: Ever the professional, Hunter makes sure you understand your role in the squad. He wasn't so much asked to add a new member to the squad as he was told. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. The boys needed someone to act as a distraction and infiltrate a Separatist fundraiser to get intel. You were good and he respected that.
Echo: He knows what it's like to join the squad after they formed and he also knows that appearances aren't everything. Getting intel is a lot easier when you can walk right in. He talks to you over comms during the mission, reminding you that they're watching everything including the creep who keeps trying to offer you a drink while you talked up the target. He stayed back on the ship with Hunter, ready to fly off and pick you up should the worst happen.
Wrecker: Your muscle for the evening. He was excited to welcome you to the squad from the beginning. He's easy to get along with and makes you laugh. Since having a body guard follow you around all evening seemed like a stretch given no one else would have one, he keeps an eye on the door that's designated your emergency exit. Should things go south, he's ready to break it down and punch his way through the crowd to get to you. Unsurprising to those who know him, he's a sweetheart. Before you headed to the fundraiser, he twirled you around in your evening gown and helped you choose a necklace.
Tech: Initially rejected the idea of a new squad member because he didn't see the need. Tech insisted that given access to the location, he could tap in to any surveillance system, but Hunter knew that wasn't good enough. They needed someone on the inside. With a simple "very well," Tech accepted the situation and made sure you had everything you needed for comms. He was in the back of the luxury car that brought you to this party and dressed in a suit should the car be compromised and he need to look like he belonged.
Crosshair: Your chauffeur for the evening. He wasn't thrilled to have a new person around, but he enjoyed hearing you snark at the unwelcome attention during the night while you tried to keep up a conversation with the target. He cleans up well and enjoyed keeping an eye out from the driver's seat, feeling in charge, while Tech worked behind tinted windows in the back. The first full sentence you heard from him was in the middle of the mission when his voice graveled, "Can we just kill him already?" over comms.
Not yet. Couldn't take the guy out just yet. You had your information, but you intended to lure him out back and let Wrecker knock him out.
Ugh, I just had a job interview today, and I feel like I did not do well in it at all. I was having performance anxiety beforehand, visibly struggled with some of my answers and at some point, during those scenario questions they give you, I actually had to say I don’t know what I would do which made me feel so stupid. I’m visually impaired, and I’m just so tired, because I have to be grateful that I even got an interview, because a lot of companies wouldn’t even bother with me, and I’m just feeling like I blew it, and that i’m not good enough, that my skill set isn’t good enough to be useful anywhere, and that I’m just always going to be stuck.
Anyways🙃 I could use some comfort/reassurance (romantic, perhaps?) and just generally someone to talk me out of this mindset I’m spiralling into, from any of the clones. Dealers choice, I wouldn’t mind being surprised. You pick who you think is best at accomplishing this🥲
You got it! I went with someone I haven't written in awhile because I think he might have some thoughts on this.
Wolffe x Reader
Author's Note: I decided to put this is a scenario where Wolffe has left the Empire and credits are scarce.
You weren't sure what to say as you left the building. You were sure you messed up and had missed your shot. With the Empire taking hold of everything, finding good work was hard and it was even harder given your physical limitations.
Wolffe was waiting by the speeder and attempting to keep a low profile. He looked up from under his poncho's hood as you approached. He knew better than to ask too many questions until you were back home. He helped you onto the speeder and got on. You put your arms around his familiar waist and felt him caress your hand before you leaned on his back and he took off. The trip went quickly, but your mind was racing.
When you arrived at the abandoned home you had made your own as part of Rex's network, Wolffe helped you off the speeder. Taking your hand, he brought you inside and sat down next to you.
"Alright," he said, "out with it. How did it go?"
You sighed and shook your head.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"Fine," you replied.
You told him about how hard it was to get an interview and how it felt like you hadn't done your best. You felt the pressure to not just do as well as other candidates, but better because you knew people made judgments based on your visual impairment.
"I'm just not good enough for this kind of thing," you concluded.
"Absolutely not!" Anyone who didn't know him might think Wolffe was being unnecessarily gruff, but you knew better. He was protective and not just about your physical space in a crowd. He then spoke with his gentlest tone. The one he only used with you.
"You can't let yourself think that. Anyone who doesn't see how much you bring to the table is foolish. You can't be perfect all the time, my love." He reached up to cup your face and kiss the corner of your mouth. "You are lovely and wonderful. You try so hard."
"But we need credits," you countered.
"Yeah, but we'll figure something out. There will be something we can do, even if you don't get this job. Even though I'm a clone and most of the town knows it, they don't know I'm wanted. I'll sweep floors for all I care. Worst case scenario, we'll comm Echo and Gregor and ask them to drop off a crate of food to get us through the next little while."
You took a deep breath and smiled. He could always think his way through situations and find a way to make it work. You were a mix of emotions. Grateful for him, still upset about the job and unsure if you had pulled it off anyway.
Wolffe took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles.
"I see you," he reassured. "I see who you are, all the good in you, all your skills and talents. Don't let today ruin it."
You kissed his cheek and he pulled you in to hold you.
"And I see you," you said. "Even with these eyes."
Ugh, I just had a job interview today, and I feel like I did not do well in it at all. I was having performance anxiety beforehand, visibly struggled with some of my answers and at some point, during those scenario questions they give you, I actually had to say I don’t know what I would do which made me feel so stupid. I’m visually impaired, and I’m just so tired, because I have to be grateful that I even got an interview, because a lot of companies wouldn’t even bother with me, and I’m just feeling like I blew it, and that i’m not good enough, that my skill set isn’t good enough to be useful anywhere, and that I’m just always going to be stuck.
Anyways🙃 I could use some comfort/reassurance (romantic, perhaps?) and just generally someone to talk me out of this mindset I’m spiralling into, from any of the clones. Dealers choice, I wouldn’t mind being surprised. You pick who you think is best at accomplishing this🥲
You got it! I went with someone I haven't written in awhile because I think he might have some thoughts on this.
Wolffe x Reader
Author's Note: I decided to put this is a scenario where Wolffe has left the Empire and credits are scarce.
You weren't sure what to say as you left the building. You were sure you messed up and had missed your shot. With the Empire taking hold of everything, finding good work was hard and it was even harder given your physical limitations.
Wolffe was waiting by the speeder and attempting to keep a low profile. He looked up from under his poncho's hood as you approached. He knew better than to ask too many questions until you were back home. He helped you onto the speeder and got on. You put your arms around his familiar waist and felt him caress your hand before you leaned on his back and he took off. The trip went quickly, but your mind was racing.
When you arrived at the abandoned home you had made your own as part of Rex's network, Wolffe helped you off the speeder. Taking your hand, he brought you inside and sat down next to you.
"Alright," he said, "out with it. How did it go?"
You sighed and shook your head.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"Fine," you replied.
You told him about how hard it was to get an interview and how it felt like you hadn't done your best. You felt the pressure to not just do as well as other candidates, but better because you knew people made judgments based on your visual impairment.
"I'm just not good enough for this kind of thing," you concluded.
"Absolutely not!" Anyone who didn't know him might think Wolffe was being unnecessarily gruff, but you knew better. He was protective and not just about your physical space in a crowd. He then spoke with his gentlest tone. The one he only used with you.
"You can't let yourself think that. Anyone who doesn't see how much you bring to the table is foolish. You can't be perfect all the time, my love." He reached up to cup your face and kiss the corner of your mouth. "You are lovely and wonderful. You try so hard."
"But we need credits," you countered.
"Yeah, but we'll figure something out. There will be something we can do, even if you don't get this job. Even though I'm a clone and most of the town knows it, they don't know I'm wanted. I'll sweep floors for all I care. Worst case scenario, we'll comm Echo and Gregor and ask them to drop off a crate of food to get us through the next little while."
You took a deep breath and smiled. He could always think his way through situations and find a way to make it work. You were a mix of emotions. Grateful for him, still upset about the job and unsure if you had pulled it off anyway.
Wolffe took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles.
"I see you," he reassured. "I see who you are, all the good in you, all your skills and talents. Don't let today ruin it."
You kissed his cheek and he pulled you in to hold you.
"And I see you," you said. "Even with these eyes."
Hi! I’m a bit new to the Star Wars fandom as a whole, doing a huuuge deep dive into the animated shows and I’m so hung up on how amazing the clones are!! I love all of them so much! I really love your writing it brings so much of the clones personalities to life that you don’t get to see so much in the show!
Anyways I was wondering if you could do a possible a 501st x Fem!Reader where she’s in disguise as a guy (kinda like mulan as ping) and how that would go down with training and missions lol. Maybe Rex x Reader at the end?
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Welcome to the fandom! I'll do my best with this. I was trying to think of how Reader would get herself into that situation and how she might get caught. I hope this fits!
Rex x Fem!Reader with a first meeting between them. Reader is described as being shorter than a normal clone (how much shorter is up to you).
The fighting was starting to move on, but Republic reinforcements landed just outside town. Everything you knew was destroyed by the droid army and you were looking for a way off this force-forsaken planet.
Just after the shinies jumped off the ship to join the fighting, you poked your head around to get a look at the ship. Stowing away? But what if you were caught? Surely they wouldn't just take you with them. Wandering further into the ship, you noticed some new armor that was seemingly spares. As if in a trance you decided to put it on. It took some figuring out since once you were in a piece, you lost a lot of flexibility. How did these men run around in this stuff? You put the bucket over your head and were inundated with information. Grabbing a blaster, you ran after the men.
You weren't in the action long on account of most of the battle being mostly over before you even arrived at the ship. Everyone stood at attention and you did your best to do the same. Captain Rex walked through along with his ARC troopers Echo and Fives.
"You boys did well," Rex said after introductions. "It's been a long day and we're shipping out tonight. Welcome to the 501st."
You seemed to blend in well enough, even though these clones were all, well, clones. The same height and shape. Your proportions were not meant for this armor at all. You tried not to bring more attention to yourself, but Rex, Echo, and Fives were each looking your way a little too long as you moved out with the others. The march back was mostly quiet with the exception of a couple shinies who were very happy to be muddy and get their first taste of action. They talked among themselves, so that was a relief.
During the flight back you were only one of a couple who didn't take their helmet off. You couldn't give yourself away. You attempted to hide before the clone getting a head count could ask for your CT number. Ending up in some kind of utility closet on the ship, you finally took the helmet off.
"Okay," you whispered under your breath. "Okay okay okay you can do this. We're just headed to Coruscant, I imagine. We will get off this ship, I will blend in, and then what?" You quickly decided that if you could borrow this gear, there must be something else you could change into. Jedi worked with the clones. Although this famed General Skywalker was out of sight, you knew he was around somewhere. If there were people who weren't clones there, there had to be some other clothes of some kind, right?
The ship left hyperspace and started landing. You popped the helmet back on and wandered around, trying to blend in. Once the ship landed, everyone left for the barracks, but as you stepped out, you felt a hand on your arm.
"Just a moment soldier. I never got your CT number or name. Do you have a name yet?" A friendly clone smiled at you while scanning your form.
Frozen in place, you weren't sure what to say. He knew.
"Soldier?" he inquired.
When you gave no reply but a sigh, he reached forward and removed your bucket.
"Oh."
"Sorry," was all you could mutter.
"I have to report this," he replied. In a matter of minutes, Captain Rex and General Skywalker approached you and were introduced. The latter approached you with a slew of questions, but Rex put his hand up to gently interrupt and looked at you.
"You're not in trouble," he said calmly. "We just need to understand what happened."
Anakin took a breath and nodded. "We don't always report every little thing, but I can't simply let you wander around the capital. Maybe we can help."
After a little back and forth about where to start, the general got a comm reminding him that he was needed at the Jedi Temple.
"Rex, I'm leaving you in charge. Figure it out."
Rex nodded, walked you into the barracks, and got you a change of clothes. He insisted Kix look over you to make sure you were healthy and didn't need any bacta after leaving a war zone. He asked questions about what brought you to this set of choices and you found it was easy to open up to him.
"We don't have a lot of extra space, but there are some spare beds for civvies who work around the barracks. Let's get you settled there and we have a few contacts who can help you get something more permanent. You hungry?"
