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[the-bi-space-ace]

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Echo + Fever :)

DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

boy is the worst when he is sick. hates being sick. will refuse to rest. he is so bad at resting. can't slow down, ya know?

refuses to eat anything when he doesn't feel good even though it is what helps him feel better. can't stand the sight of food.

lives off of tea absolutely drowned in sugar

tries to 'tough it out' which drives everyone that loves him up a wall

likes physical affection when he's sick but knows it'll just get everyone else ill so he tries not to request it

Fives is a great companion when taking care of him but he's not as good at keeping track of the medicine schedule so he leaves that to Kix.

Fives hates when Echo is sick because they run the risk of Fives getting put on a mission without him and that's terrifying

WHEN OTHER PEOPLE HAVE FEVERS he is all over them to keep them on the road to good health. I'm talking tea, soup, regular baths, medicine, rest, comfort, literally anything and everything he can do to make them feel more comfortable he will do. sweet boy

once had to take care of Rex when he was sick and was kind of shocked how easy he was to handle. he just slept and did as he was told and ate every meal Echo brought to him and took all the medicine. turns out when you're the sickest you've ever been in your life it freaks you out enough that you just try everything to heal. he wouldn't let Echo be too touchy with him out of fear of spreading it but he did let him sleep in a chair nearby. can't get Cody to stay away and got him sick

I feel like at some point I've mentioned a fic I keep working on where Crosshair is sick and Echo takes care of him so I'm putting a little snippet here for funsies :)

Fever

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” Echo asked with a grin. If looks could kill. Crosshair huffed irritably, folding his blankets tighter around himself and deliberately turning away from him. With a shake of his head Echo took pity, finally standing from his seat and giving a gentle pat to the grumpy bundle before making his way towards the cockpit. “Yell if you're dying." He was nearly all the way there before a muffled voice called out.

"You don't have to sit in the cockpit, ya know." It came out scratchy, stuffy, and Echo couldn't help but turn around to consider the man that had done everything but bite him in thanks for all the doting. Regardless, he easily took his seat at the bedside again, grabbing his datapad and leaning back.

“I'll be right here if you need me.” Echo assured. There were a few reports he could knock out while he kept watch. Truthfully he preferred to be in the same room as someone else but was simply surprised that Crosshair didn't want to hide for the duration of an illness. Maybe the silence would allow his prickly patient a nap.

Go on, send me an ask

[clone-whanz]

Anakin: *Gives a half-baked, chaos-ensuing, morally gray order*

[k8s--space]

domino twins tubies

[turtledork02]

i know wrecker is not the oldest, but he’s definitely the biggest and probably seen as, and sees HIMSELF as, the protector of the batch. and we do see him as pretty much that quite often lol

but i also love the ideas in my head of his brothers protecting him. because of course they all protect and care for each other and definitely would for wrecker too. especially since he’s the sweetest of them too, he’s got a special place in all of their hearts. if their big guy is in trouble, they’re pulling up with ALL of their guns and you’re not getting out alive

[aws-art]

[kenobussy]

I know clones have force ghosts because during the food fight i could feel fives' presence, hanging off echo and laughing his ass off

[magpie-lords]

just had to make the edit of this

[saturn-sends-hugs]

hm. thinking abt crosshair and echo again. specifically crosshair post-tantiss lashing out at echo.

echo approaching crosshair after they rescue him and slowly trying to get him to open up about what happened. reminding crosshair that maybe he can relate to what happened to him, maybe echo can understand how he might be feeling.

crosshair instantly saying echo doesn’t know what he’s talking about. crosshair didn’t go through anything actually, he’s fine, he’s not some broken thing to be coddled. he doesn’t need stitching back together like echo did. just because he’s missing a hand doesn’t mean he’s going to start waking up screaming or crying out for some long lost twin.

echo barely able to grit his teeth and avoid the fight crosshair’s clearly trying to start. barely able to stomach the idea that crosshair thinks of him that way.

idk just. something about crosshair being so terrified of just how much tantiss damaged him to the point that he takes it out on echo, trying desperately to paint himself as the picture of stability compared to him.

[omkdear]

Had to stop working on this because yayyy my drawing arm is also my injured arm, but pleased with my inks. For the amazing and wonderful @taffingtons who renewed my Maul problem despite me screaming NOOO!! <3<3<3

[narrativelydoomed]

Anakin was still alive in Obi-Wan’s mind. Obi-Wan was engaged with him so intensely that he expected his apprentice to walk over one of those shifting sand dunes and grin at him again. Or scowl. He’d take anything. Any mood, any defiance. Just to see him again. Every day and every night he violated every principle the Jedi had taught him about staying in the present moment, about acceptance.

— The Last One Standing written by Jude Watson

[siosin]

[pieklalat]

The “regs” - from 7x01 An army of one man, but the right man for the job

[zaana]

Crosshair being a big brother

[skellymom]

😭❤️✨

[the-bi-space-ace]

We All Die Hungry - Chapter 11 - Tender-sweet

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Words: 5,243

Chapters: 11/11

Summary: The team makes their final stand

Ao3 Link: Tender-sweet

tag list: @runforrestr @lostlinkmx @saiwaispirit @spacebnuuy @drearyday @cogtea @redheadrenaissance @ms-indolent @ffdemon @finerafin

[the-bi-space-ace]

When Echo was first rescued from Skako he was… low. At first he’s sure it’s just the adrenaline wearing off. He was so happy to be away from the torment on Skako and he was happy to see Rex and he couldn’t wait to see Cody. But… all of his other friends are dead. And he takes it like the soldier he is. He grits his teeth and nods curtly and gets back to work. Because he’s a soldier and that’s what he’s supposed to do.

That first night he feels it. Once Rex is gone and he’s alone in his cot in medbay darkness creeps around his vision. He tries to sleep but he’s almost too tired to do it. His eyes close but nothing comes. Just the endless beep of machines and click of his internal systems cycling on and off.

It comes in the evening most days. The low. With a deep discomfort in his bones and a dreadful boredom that makes it hard to do anything at all. So he sits and stares at the floor and waits for it to be an appropriate time to sleep and hopes he’s just tired enough to not turn into a coward when the lights go out. He wants to ask Rex or Cody or Kix to stay with him. He wants to ask them to sleep nearby or sit with him until he’s asleep or something, anything, but he can’t. He’s just silent. He’s not a baby. He can handle battle surely sleeping on his own won’t be a problem.

The night carries on and he doesn’t sleep at all. His body shakes but he can’t decipher if it’s the cold or if he’s just that afraid of the solitude. The emptiness comes back again and this time he can feel his limbs grow heavy. Not with relaxation but with a tiredness he’s not sure he’s ever felt before. It’s just the adjustment period, that’s all. He’ll be back to himself in no time.

Until a few days turns into a few weeks and he still can’t escape that creeping low. It’s dark. And heavy. It weighs on him like the armor that’s still too big and it’s suffocating but he can’t move. He can’t speak. He just lays in the dark and wonders if it’s forever. If he’s always felt like this. If it’s just finally become too hard to fight.

It’s week two of his return when he acknowledges it like it’s a beast. Separate from himself and staring him down. He lays there in the dark and looks at it. The gnawing, aching emptiness that eats at his chest. It waits. Nothing else. It tries to whisper to him but he can barely hear it. Just the muffled hum that isn’t even there.

The following night he finally asks Rex if he can sleep in his captain’s quarters. Cody has returned to the 212th so there’s no one to keep Rex company while he does flimsiwork. That’s what Echo tells him anyway. That’s his excuse. Rex agrees like he’s waited for that question the entire time. It’s embarrassing to ask and even more so to follow behind him like a scared cadet. All because he’s worried if he sleeps alone again that emptiness will grow. And maybe this time it’ll speak.

They lay in the dark facing each other that night and as much as Echo wants to sleep he can’t. Because sleeping with someone else didn’t get rid of the loneliness, it just placed it ten feet away. Still watching. Still waiting for when he’d be alone again. Rex sees it but he’s not looking at it. He’s looking at Echo. And he asks a question Echo isn’t ready for but is too tired not to answer

“What do you think about when it’s… like this?” Rex doesn’t need to elaborate, he knows what he means. Echo sighs and the emptiness does too, bouncing off his ribs and careening down down down. He’s too tired to make something up or pretend he doesn’t understand.

“I’m not sure I deserved to survive.”

[the-bi-space-ace]

Then Rex got that look. The one where his eyes grew wide and his brows pinched. It was a look he saw only once before. Right after Rishi when he was still shaking with shock and realizing that all of the dominos except for him and Fives were gone. Fallen. He couldn’t remember what he said on the ship out of there but he remembered Rex looking at him like this. Not even the dim light in the room disguised the emotion filling his eyes. Echo’s body wanted to react but the loneliness had crept towards them, covering Rex’s back in a deep, inky darkness.

Half the time Echo wasn’t even here. His mind floated and drifted and no one dared to get too close or hold too tight, afraid they’d break him if they even - Force forbid - dared to touch him.

He’d done it this time. Hurt Rex even when he’d only meant to be honest. That’s just how he was now. Dragging everyone else down with him. Stupid stupid stupid. Should’ve just kept his damn mouth shut. That heaviness in his chest spread to his limbs and his fingers tingled. Now Rex was going to think he was even more of a freak.

“Did I deserve to survive Umbara?”

The words snapped his gaze upwards out of the fog. Echo’s heartbeat began pounding in his chest. Umbara. Cody told him. Said Rex couldn’t talk about it. Made him shake and sweat and then he’d disappear for hours until coming back like nothing happened. Something haunted lay in Cody’s eyes when he said it. Like even remembering that made his skin crawl.

“Do any of us deserve to survive? Or is it just… luck?” Rex asked but shrugged. His hand that had once been tucked under his head slipped out to drift over the sheet covering Echo’s shoulders. He could feel the heat coming off of Rex’s hand, pick up on the inklings of body heat warming the mattress between them. “I think deserving is bullshit. None of us deserve this. Not you, not me, or Waxer, or F-“ he trailed off then but Echo’s mind filled in the blanks. He felt the urge to cry stuff up his throat.

The fingers hovering tipped over the edge of the sheet and made their way underneath to skate firmly down his arm. He hadn’t thought of the cold but feeling the warmth of Rex’s hand against his icy skin caused him to suck in a gasping breath. When had he been holding it? When had his body grown so stiff?

Rex’s eyes met his eyes. He didn’t smile. “I’ve lost so many friends and I don’t want to lose another just because you’ve got some stupid idea that someone else should be here instead. You feel like this again you tell me.” It wasn’t a request. Not a threat either but verging on one.

His hand curved around Echo’s elbow, drifting down over the now slim slope of his waist to lay flat, fingers tracing lines on the part of his back he could reach. The pressure was good. It felt good to be touched. How long had it been since it felt good?

“If I don’t?” Echo asked, mainly to see the stern look cross Rex’s features. More familiar than this one. No longer torn apart and desperate but annoyed in a way he could tolerate.

“I’ll fly across the galaxy just to kick your ass if you’re gonna be difficult.” Familiar enough but still serious in a way that was… comforting. He focused on the heavy presence of Rex’s hand, grateful it was there and wondering how this man could’ve possibly read his damn mind and put it there in the first place.

His heartbeat slowed. So much so that his eyelids grew heavy. Something glinted in Rex’s expression, like he’d gotten exactly what he wanted. If clones could be force sensitive he’d bet money Rex was one of them. Seeing through him was just what Rex did, always had done.

The low had shrunk now. He couldn’t even see it past Rex’s head. Not watching. Not waiting. Just there. Like a prickling static. A dormant storm. He’d have to confront it head on eventually but not while body heat wrapped around his hips, his ribs, his neck and sank him further down into the mattress. He almost made a joke about Rex and his ability to put anyone to sleep with his yammering but the words wouldn’t come. They died on his tongue as his eyes closed. As sleep welcomed him with open arms.

For the first time since Skako he didn’t dream.

[the-bi-space-ace]

When Echo was first rescued from Skako he was… low. At first he’s sure it’s just the adrenaline wearing off. He was so happy to be away from the torment on Skako and he was happy to see Rex and he couldn’t wait to see Cody. But… all of his other friends are dead. And he takes it like the soldier he is. He grits his teeth and nods curtly and gets back to work. Because he’s a soldier and that’s what he’s supposed to do.

That first night he feels it. Once Rex is gone and he’s alone in his cot in medbay darkness creeps around his vision. He tries to sleep but he’s almost too tired to do it. His eyes close but nothing comes. Just the endless beep of machines and click of his internal systems cycling on and off.

It comes in the evening most days. The low. With a deep discomfort in his bones and a dreadful boredom that makes it hard to do anything at all. So he sits and stares at the floor and waits for it to be an appropriate time to sleep and hopes he’s just tired enough to not turn into a coward when the lights go out. He wants to ask Rex or Cody or Kix to stay with him. He wants to ask them to sleep nearby or sit with him until he’s asleep or something, anything, but he can’t. He’s just silent. He’s not a baby. He can handle battle surely sleeping on his own won’t be a problem.

The night carries on and he doesn’t sleep at all. His body shakes but he can’t decipher if it’s the cold or if he’s just that afraid of the solitude. The emptiness comes back again and this time he can feel his limbs grow heavy. Not with relaxation but with a tiredness he’s not sure he’s ever felt before. It’s just the adjustment period, that’s all. He’ll be back to himself in no time.

Until a few days turns into a few weeks and he still can’t escape that creeping low. It’s dark. And heavy. It weighs on him like the armor that’s still too big and it’s suffocating but he can’t move. He can’t speak. He just lays in the dark and wonders if it’s forever. If he’s always felt like this. If it’s just finally become too hard to fight.

It’s week two of his return when he acknowledges it like it’s a beast. Separate from himself and staring him down. He lays there in the dark and looks at it. The gnawing, aching emptiness that eats at his chest. It waits. Nothing else. It tries to whisper to him but he can barely hear it. Just the muffled hum that isn’t even there.

The following night he finally asks Rex if he can sleep in his captain’s quarters. Cody has returned to the 212th so there’s no one to keep Rex company while he does flimsiwork. That’s what Echo tells him anyway. That’s his excuse. Rex agrees like he’s waited for that question the entire time. It’s embarrassing to ask and even more so to follow behind him like a scared cadet. All because he’s worried if he sleeps alone again that emptiness will grow. And maybe this time it’ll speak.

They lay in the dark facing each other that night and as much as Echo wants to sleep he can’t. Because sleeping with someone else didn’t get rid of the loneliness, it just placed it ten feet away. Still watching. Still waiting for when he’d be alone again. Rex sees it but he’s not looking at it. He’s looking at Echo. And he asks a question Echo isn’t ready for but is too tired not to answer

“What do you think about when it’s… like this?” Rex doesn’t need to elaborate, he knows what he means. Echo sighs and the emptiness does too, bouncing off his ribs and careening down down down. He’s too tired to make something up or pretend he doesn’t understand.

“I’m not sure I deserved to survive.”

[the-bi-space-ace]

For the ask about your current projects, I am very torn between two choices...

We All Die Hungry

Better Men Than The One Before Us - Series

Perhaps both? :D

Both is good indeed!

We All Die Hungry

After a long wait I am happy to say that the last chapter of this fic is on its way! The chapter is finished and is being edited and I plan to post it next week :)

Hyuul's boot hit Echo in the ribs. This time something under it cracked. He'd been through too much. Through everything he'd always been able to get back up. Now, though, he couldn't even see straight. The fire was too hot. His whole body burned. Even his mouth felt tangy. Like iron and heat was seeping in from his throat. His head fell to the side, eyes landing on Hunter's now struggling body. His eyes were blown wide, bloodshot and glazed. Even his body looked wired. Taught muscles fighting against binds that would never set him free willingly. Echo let his hand reach out, fingers twitching. Snow fell, resting in his palm. Darkness crept into the edges of his vision. A fatigue he'd only felt a few times before settled over him like a blanket. The world went dark.

This fic is one of my favorites. I'm obsessed with how alive the world feels, and I'm sad to see it go but it is time to give this fic the send off it deserves.

2. Better Men Than The One Before Us - Series

:) things are about to hurt

I'm building up to something fairly big. It has been planned for so long I'm almost in disbelief that we're on our way there. It's going to be a big multi chapter fic detailing a situation that changes all of them. It's going to be so much fun.

We're also going to get a lot of Fox's and Cody's development over the next few months as I build up to the bigger fic. Seeing Fox at college and what he'd been up to while he isn't with his brothers as well as finishing up Cody's development as a teenager. I mentioned in a post yesterday that we're building towards Wolffe's breaking point and I think the next fics to be posted will just make that build up even more angsty :D

Rex was too quiet for a kid. Fox noticed it last year. He remembered Cody being three years old, all big feelings and loud opinions. Hadn’t changed all that much to be honest. Rex, however, had stopped crying out at night as much. He didn’t call for their dad anymore -he wasn’t going to answer anyway- and started whining for one of them. Often it was Wolffe, who would get up to hold him and pace until the littlest of them was asleep. Somehow he’d learned that their dad wasn’t going to hold him, or comfort him, or talk to him much. He’d learned that dad was just a title, it didn’t come with any of the touchy-feely stuff so many other dads did. Their dad had harsh words and rough edges and even harsher hands. All three of them had turned into the soft places to land and Fox had only just started to realize it.

... did I mention that it would get more angsty?

It's kind of incredible that this AU is already so emotional and somehow, some way, I always end up making it worse. The early years are a lot of fun because they are trying to make things work and they're confused and hurt and it is where so many of their mistakes get made. I'm excited to post this next block of fics. I'm getting back on a schedule now so there will be a lot of this AU coming soon :)

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[girloffourhouses]

Omg, I can't wait for both of these!!

The Echo whump is such a tease for the last chapter - I hope that one is coming soon!

I'm really excited you're writing and sharing again <3

[runforrestr]

❤️❤️❤️ eee gonna be so good!

[foxwithadarkside]

feeling extremely bad lately

[girloffourhouses]

He's so sad... :(

@the-bi-space-ace will appreciate this.