OMG I JUST THOUGHT OF ANOTHER CRACKFIC THAT I DEEPLY HOPE I ONE DAY HAVE TIME TO WRITE-
(I'm hoping you'll get the reference given ur profile pic LOL)
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Jean Valjean and Ser Davos using their combined forces to have therapy sessions with mentally unstable characters from everywhere including their own shows and from everywhere else-
Idk how you feel but I think that that'd be fun XD
Ok that’s super funny 😂😂😂😂😂 BUT also imagine them therapizing *each other*. Like both looking at each other and go "oh daaaamn dude, you are so repressed, you have so many issues and ignore them all because you’re too busy being a father figure. Unlike me, a normal person"
Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 7 | Prompt: Getting a Haircut
Summary: Omega finally gets her first hairstyle change after leaving Kamino - and her brothers get a crash course in human adolescent female hairdos.
POV: Hunter, Omega
(Word Count: 2700)
Read on Ao3
Notes: This prompt finally convinced me to turn this headcanon into a proper fic! Also, my fic last week ended up being a LOT sadder than I had originally intended (sorry about that, all, the story just kept going that direction and I couldn't stop it), so just a heads up that this story is a lot more relaxed and fun!
“We need to do something about your hair,” Hunter said.
At this, Omega glanced up from the datapad from which she was dutifully studying the history of Coruscant.
“Really, it’s fine, Hunter,” she said, absently removing her left hand from her hair to steady the datapad on her knee. Her bangs fell into her eyes, obstructing her view, and she automatically brought her hand back up to scoop the unruly hair off her forehead and hold it in place.
Hunter shook his head even as his lips twitched into a smile. “Doesn’t your arm get tired holding your hair back all the time?”
“Well…” Omega hesitated.
“Hunter’s right, Omega. If nothing else, you need both hands and unobscured vision to handle your energy bow properly,” Echo said firmly as he entered the Marauder, having apparently heard the conversation from outside where he had been double checking the ship’s landing gear. “Besides, we don’t need a repeat of what’s happened on the past two missions.”
Omega wasn’t nearly as successful as Hunter was in hiding a grimace at the reminder. Just a few days after escaping a destroyed Kamino, Hunter – his thoughts still full of Crosshair and wondering what he could have said differently to convince his estranged brother to rejoin the squad – had suddenly noticed that Omega was needing to brush her hair out of her face a lot more often than usual. After a few weeks of this, Hunter had finally suggested that she try wearing a headband.
“Really?” Omega had said excitedly. “I get my own headband?”
“It’s just to keep your hair out of your eyes,” Hunter had replied. If it worked for him, it would work for her.
It had not, in fact, worked for her.
If Hunter knew anything at all about different hairstyles, he might have conjectured that Omega’s unevenly grown out layers were one factor hindering the efficacy of using a headband at this time; but he did not know anything at all about different hairstyles. What he did know was that when Omega wore the headband farther back on her head in a way that actually kept the band secured, it didn’t help hold her bangs off her forehead; and when she wore it on her forehead as Hunter did… Well, even Tech was sensitive enough to not tell Omega that the layer of bangs sticking up in wild disarray behind the bandana made her bear a striking resemblance to a frilled zarco lizard, but Hunter had a feeling Cid would not be so kind if she ever saw it. And anyway, this style had ended up causing near-catastrophe when the headband had slipped down over Omega’s eyes at the precise moment she had been taking a shot at an errant masador chasing them down on one of their most recent missions.
So the headband had been quickly abandoned; but given that Omega’s hair was growing ever longer and more uneven, the problem still remained, and had led to the second accident Echo had just referred to, when Omega’s bangs flying in her face meant she hadn’t seen the tree root as she was sprinting along with her brothers back to the Marauder. Here they were a week later, and her scraped hands and a bruised forehead had only barely healed.
“I don’t know what to do about my hair, though,” Omega sighed now. “Nala Se made sure I got my hair cut every four standard weeks on Kamino, but I didn’t really pay attention to how they did it.” Suddenly she brightened. “Hunter, you cut your own hair. Maybe you can do mine the way the droids on Kamino did it?”
Hunter had no idea how to tell Omega that he cut his own hair only because he didn’t really care if his ends were even, but he did care if Omega’s were and he was not going to be responsible for whatever insult Cid would come up with to describe Hunter’s barbering skills in relation to Omega’s hair. Besides, he had no idea how to work with bangs, and he didn’t want to just chop hers off.
Deciding to keep his explanation simple, he said, “I don’t know how to do whatever the Kaminoans did for your haircut, Omega.”
Wrecker, his interest in the discussion having apparently reached a peak, suddenly set Gonky down and moved forward to the seat next to Omega. “You could always try Tech’s hair gel,” he said with a shrug.
Tech, perched in his usual spot in the pilot’s seat, was engrossed in his datapad and didn’t appear to hear Wrecker’s statement, nor notice the look of dismay that briefly passed over Omega’s face.
“No need,” Hunter said quickly before Omega had to reply. “We’ll figure something else out.”
Thing was, he and his brothers hadn’t even thought about visiting a barber ever since first being sent off Kamino – there had never been any time given how frequently they were sent out on missions during the war, so they had always just maintained their own hairstyles themselves. They had occasionally helped each other out with haircuts… but the best any of them knew how to do was shave to one length and cut a relatively straight line with standard clippers.
“Do you know how to cut hair?” Hunter asked Echo now, looking hopefully at him.
“If we had the tools, most I could do is a regulation haircut,” Echo said doubtfully, frowning in thought. “Wrecker has his standard shaver but I think we’d need more than that…”
“I would assert that Omega may not actually want a regulation haircut, or any of our styles of haircuts, for that matter,” Tech interjected at this juncture, finally looking up from his datapad. Before anyone could say anything, he had made his way back to the others and connected his datapad to the console, displaying his research on the larger screen so the others could see. Hunter smiled a little at the sight; of course Tech had been paying attention to the entire conversation. “These are examples of current trends for human adolescent female hairstyles,” Tech continued. “Perhaps we can trial one of these.”
“Oooh, I like that one,” Omega said, pointing to one of the images; the look of sheer relief on her face told Hunter that Tech had been right in his assertion. “That would keep my hair out of my face.”
“An ‘overhand braid,’” Wrecker read out the description, glancing between the picture and Omega. “Uh… how do we do it?”
“I’ll look up instructions,” Tech said promptly.
Omega, face brightening even further, set aside her datapad and moved forward to look more closely over Tech’s shoulder, while Hunter and Echo exchanged glances.
“Worth a shot,” Echo shrugged, and Hunter nodded.
Between the five of them and Tech’s unlimited information, how hard could this be?
******
Four hours later, Hunter was slumped defeatedly in his chair, watching Tech and Wrecker as they doggedly pressed forward in trying to figure out variations of a ponytail. After the thirty minutes spent devising a reasonable substitute for standard hair ties, Hunter could understand why Tech was so determined to find a way to use them.
He glanced over at Echo, who was currently standing a few feet away observing the proceedings, arms crossed and, Hunter was fairly certain, still muttering “Never again” under his breath. It had been almost two hours since they had finally given up on trying to figure out braids, and Hunter wasn’t sure if Echo was actually traumatized by the experience or just taking the failure personally.
It was really saying something that Echo – with his one hand, scomp arm, and teeth – had come the closest to actually recreating a hairdo approximating an overhand braid, where Hunter and Wrecker and then Hunter and Tech with their combined four hands hadn’t even been able to make it past step two. But Echo had been rather put out when he somehow got his scomp entangled in the braid and almost took out a chunk of Omega’s hair when trying to extricate it. Omega, for all her patience during the proceedings, hadn’t been able to hold in a high-pitched yelp when Echo had finally managed to free himself, and Tech hadn’t needed any prompting to suggest turning their attention to other possible hairstyles that didn’t include braids.
Wrecker had been very pleased with himself when he was able to put Omega’s hair into a low ponytail, but her bangs were not yet long enough to make this style very effective, and managing to get all of Omega’s hair into a high ponytail was beyond the current skills of Wrecker, Hunter, and Tech (Echo had declined making any attempt). Tech and Wrecker were currently discussing the feasibility of splitting Omega’s hair into high and low ponytails; and Omega, who had somehow been enthusiastic and happy throughout the entire ordeal, was starting to look exhausted.
“This isn’t working,” Hunter spoke up.
“I would guess that the current length of Omega’s hair is simply not conducive to these various styles,” Tech said thoughtfully. “Perhaps when her hair grows longer…”
“We can’t wait that long.”
“There is a barbershop just down the street from here. Perhaps we can seek their expertise.”
“You couldn’t have mentioned the barbershop four hours ago?” Echo said with no small amount of exasperation.
Tech opened his mouth to respond, but Omega piped up. “I’m glad we tried the other styles. That was fun!”
Her cheerful sincerity made Tech’s expression soften with a smile, and Echo gave a small sigh but said no more.
“Have you ever cut your hair short, Hunter?” Omega asked curiously as the squad, understanding the new plan, prepped to head out for the barbershop.
“As cadets, we always had to have the regulation haircut,” Echo put in. “We didn’t get to choose a different style until after graduation.”
“True,” Tech added, “but for us 99s, getting a regulation haircut was… tricky. We didn’t look like the regs anyway, and our hair was different in more ways than just color. For example, my hair grows slower than is typical for clones, so oftentimes I wasn’t scheduled for a cut for months at a time.”
Hunter nodded as he looked at Omega to answer her original question. “My hair always grew faster than the regs’ did, so the droids would cut my hair shorter than standard. A lot shorter. I… didn’t like that, so several times I just didn’t go to the appointments.”
“They let you do that?” Omega asked in awe.
Hunter chuckled a little. “Let me? No. I got away with it a few times – Tech would go in my place, since the droids only kept track of the number of cadets scheduled for a cut. But the trainers soon caught on and insisted I keep my hair short. But once we graduated and I could choose my own hairstyle – well, by the time we shipped out for our first mission, my hair was already this long and I was never going to get a regulation cut ever again.”
“Crosshair was the best at cutting Hunter’s hair until Hunter figured out how to do it himself,” Wrecker put in.
Hunter nodded again, smiling a little as he thought about all the times Crosshair had threatened to shave a bald strip down the middle of Hunter’s head if he wouldn’t stop fidgeting while Crosshair was trying to cut his hair straight… then he grew somber as he always did when he thought of his brother.
He hoped Crosshair had at least been recovered from Kamino by now.
“Well,” Omega was saying with quiet enthusiasm, breaking through Hunter’s thoughts, “it’ll be nice to have something different, for a change.”
Hunter reached down and brushed Omega’s bangs back, again – though it didn’t do any good, and Omega giggled as her hair flopped back into her eyes.
“Yeah, kid, you definitely need something different,” he quipped as they followed Tech toward the barbershop.
******
Omega took the seat next to Wrecker, holding back a sigh. She had just completed her seventh circuit of the barbershop; by now she had pretty much memorized the layout as she looked at the various products, equipment, strange décor, and caught a glimpse of other clients receiving services from the other barber.
It had been almost an hour, and her brothers still hadn’t settled on a hairstyle for the barber to try on her. The first style the barber had recommended had been deemed by Hunter to be too complicated for him to help with upkeep, even when the barber had patiently explained she would be more than willing to show Hunter how to maintain the cut; an inquiry into current fashion trends for more active individuals had snowballed into a lengthy discussion with Tech about hair textures, growth rates and patterns, hair health, and the impact of these factors on transitional haircuts when one wanted to switch from one style to another; and even now that Tech was currently engrossed in examining more pictures of example haircuts, Hunter and Echo were still debating feasible styles with the barber, with Hunter seeming most concerned about the fact that their lifestyle didn’t lend to committing to a consistent schedule for professional haircuts.
Omega had never really cared what her hair looked like – she had spent over ten years with the same routine hairstyle and had never even thought about changing it, it was just part of her life. Kaminoans didn’t have hair, and even as she had seen more of the galaxy the past months, she had never really paid much attention to others’ hairdos. But when Tech had shown her the varieties of hairstyles that other human girls were wearing, it had suddenly struck Omega that she could have a different hairstyle too.
She sighed openly now. The excitement of trying a new hairstyle had ebbed away after hours of failure. She understood the point Hunter had first made to the barber that once Omega’s hair was cut, she’d be stuck with that style for several months, minimum; but at this point, it didn’t really matter. She just needed something to keep her bangs out of her eyes so she would stop being more of a liability for her brothers.
Wrecker apparently had noticed her mood, for he now leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, “You could just be bald, like me. If we leave now, I bet I could have your head shaved before Echo notices we’re gone.”
Omega giggled - she could only imagine the look on Hunter’s face if she took Wrecker up on his offer. It almost sounded like a good idea, even though she knew Wrecker was joking.
The barber continued talking through all the other options, at Hunter’s and Echo’s behest. “As I said before, keeping length allows for more versatility with specific hairstyles, including braids…”
“Never again,” Echo interjected adamantly, earning a startled look from the stylist.
Omega almost groaned – this had gone on long enough.
Getting up and crossing the shop with Wrecker following suit, Omega tugged gently on Hunter’s hand. “Hunter, I don’t need all this. I just need a way to hold my hair back.”
Up close, Omega could tell the barber was reaching the end of her rope. “Have you tried hair clips?” the stylist said in near desperation.
Echo furrowed his brows. “What are…”
“This one will do nicely,” Tech said suddenly, gesturing for Omega to come over to give her final opinion as the other brothers looked over curiously at the sample image Tech had pulled up.
Omega took one look at the style and grinned. It was perfect.
“That one,” she said; and when she looked back at the others, she knew a unanimous decision had finally been made.
She couldn’t stop grinning until long after the barber had completed her work and the team had returned to the Marauder. Her bangs were now out of her eyes, her hair felt more manageable, and – well, once or twice before she had heard other people say that they felt “pretty,” and now she knew what that meant. She felt pretty.
Who knew it could be so exciting to get a haircut?
So...you know how there is Science bros, Spoiler bros, the big 3, etc?
Well, I have a new idea that I think would have been pretty awesome.
DAD BROS!
Tony Stark ,Clint Barton, Jim Paxton And Scott Lang
All 4 are really the only ones with at least 1 child (all of them even have a daughter) and have...well...a family!
They deserve some recognition and if Tony lived, we could have got these guys bonding over the love they have for their kids, wives (or girlfriend and ex in Scott’s case...but Scott And Hope getting there) and just overall parent problems!
And their significant others: Pepper Stark-Potts,Laura Barton, Hope Van Dyne, And Maggie Lang (I’m including Maggie And Hope as Cassie’s mother’s and Scott and Jim as Cassie’s dads because she’s basically being raised by both couples and they deserve some recognition)
Can bond over having dorks for husbands/boyfriends or just talk about being kick a!$ moms with ADORABLE daughters!
I just would have LOVED to see this if Marvel wasn’t whimpy and had Tony survive
Here is a little Ron/Harry brOTP fic for your enjoyment. I love these two so much, and I just need more of their friendship (especially in their adult/after the war life) Special shout-out to @callieskye for her editing prowess!
Ron Weasley was enjoying one of his favorite things in the world- a Saturday morning lie in. This particular one did not qualify as his best because his lovely wife was not curled up next to him. She had left him early in order to help her mum shop for furniture. Apparently, muggle furniture was crafty and could only be got at oddly early hours of the day. He let out a sigh, missing Hermione but determined to rest-it had been a hell of a week. He and Harry had just wrapped up a rather nasty case; he didn’t know what had been worse: all the nights away from home or the entire day of paperwork they had to do when they got back.
He flexed his hand, still sore from the miles of parchment. Speaking of sore…Rolling over to stretch his back, Ron could not contain the grin that bunched his cheeks as he recalled exactly how said back had become sore. It never ceased to amaze him that she craved him every bit as much as he craved her. I hate being gone, but Merlin, how I love coming home!
Ron snuggled down into the warmth of the blankets-if he were really lucky this is exactly where Hermione would find him when she returned. Sleep was rapidly approaching when it was arrested by the shape of a great horned stag which spoke with Harry’s voice.
“Ron! Come quick! Need you! My place! Don’t tell Hermione!”
His response was automatic. With the swiftest and precision that made him one the corps most impressive young Aurors, Ron was dressed, wand in hand before he really had time to process the distress call. Don’t tell Hermione?! Concern for his best mate trumped his confusion, so he Disapperated with a crack, landing directly on Harry’s doorstep.
Before he could even raise his fist to knock, the door was ripped open, revealing a completely disheveled Harry. His hair was unruly, even by Harry standards, his glasses were slightly askew, and his eyes were panicky in way that Ron had not seen in…well, ever to be perfectly honest.
“Thank God you’re here!” Harry peered around him suspiciously. “You didn’t bring Hermione did you?”
“No…she’s shopping with her mum…Harry, what in the bleeding hell is going on? You know I don’t keep secrets from Hermione!”
“I know…sorry…come in…I’ll…you’ll see.”
Ron followed him inside, mind racing to figure out what could be so wrong that he would want to keep Hermione in the dark. To his surprise they didn’t stop in the parlor but continued down the hall, coming to a stop outside his nephew’s nursery.
“Is it James? Is something wrong with James?”
“No…yes…I don’t know…that’s why I needed you,” Harry pushed open the door, apparently breaking the silencing charm he had cast minutes earlier. The baby’s cries were near deafening as the two crossed to his crib. “He won’t stop-I’ve tried everything-rocked him, fed him, changed him, took him outside, brought him inside, nothing works Ron!”
“Ok, ok…let’s sort this out..come on little guy-tell Uncle Ron what’s going on.”
Ron scooped the red-faced infant up in his arms and began to bounce him gently-the crying quieted a bit but did not cease.
“Reckon he’s sick?”
“Took his temperature-nothing. Scanned him-nothing.”
“Has he ever done this before?”
“Cry? Yes, Ron, babies DO cry.”
“I know that you git-I mean non-stop like this.”
“Not that I know of…I mean Ginny is usually with him…or your mum.”
“Where is Ginny by the way?”
“Had a meeting with the Harpies about coming back to training.”
Apparently the little one did not like to discuss his mother’s career, for at that moment he let out the wail of a de-potted Mandrake. Harry’s nerves were obviously beyond shot, and Ron was doing his best to maintain his head for strategy.
“Today’s the first time it’s just been me…ya know?”
Everything began to click into place; Ginny had left James with Harry for the first time, and obviously, it was not going well.
“That’s why you didn’t want me to tell Hermione.”
“Yeah…she might tell Ginny and I…”
“Say no more mate…we got this…two of us have faced much nastier demons than this little guy…even if he does look like you.”
“I was thinking the really scary parts of him are ALL Weasley.”
“All part of my evil plan.”
“How’s that?”
“Throwing you and Ginny together at such a young age-just wanted you to end up with a kid that was half Weasley-best payback really.”
“Payback? For what?”
“It’s a right long list,” he nodded down at the wriggling infant, “and I don’t have the time for details: giant chess game, giant spiders, giant giants…I could go on.”
“Giant Arse! Here I thought you did all that ‘cause you love me.”
“Oh, I do, I love all my brothers but that doesn’t mean,” James’ cry drowned out the verbal spar- eliciting concerned looks from both men. Ron sifted quickly though all the “uncle” knowledge he had accumulated in the last five years.
“Fed him?”
“Course I did-not an idiot!”
“Dja burp him?”
“Uh-no.”
“Well, that gives us something to try at least.”
Ron popped the unhappy baby up on his shoulder, patting his back the way he’d seen his mum do when she worked her grandmother magic on a fussy Weasley baby. When James screamed bloody murder, Harry all but decided to floo him to St. Mungos, embarrassing press be damned. At precisely that moment, the little lad went stiff as a board, letting fly a belch that would have made Hagrid proud.
“Little sprog may look like you, but he’s definitely got his mum’s burp.”
“Another part of your plan?”
“Precisely.”
Harry reached for the newly calmed babe, but Ron shook his head, “Look mate, no offense, but you look like something Crookshanks hacked up-go get a shower-I’ll keep an eye on him until you get done. That way when Ginn gets home she’ll think you’re a pro.”
“Good idea-you sure?”
“‘Course! Besides, James needs a little quality time with his favorite, and most handsome, uncle.”
“Oh! I didn’t know Charlie came in from Romania!”
“Twat! Get outta here before I change my mind and call Ginny!”
“Ok,” Harry held up his hands in mock surrender, backing out of the nursery, “And Ron?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for saving my sorry arse…as usual.”
“Hard habit to break, but I reckon you’ve saved mine just as much-now go on-you smell a bit ripe!”
Alone with his newest nephew, Ron made his way over to the rocker, settling down and adjusting James in the crook of his arm so that he could see his tiny face.
“Feeling better? Good. Just so you know, don’t plan on this being a regular thing. You’re a great kid and all, and your parents are two of my favorite people in the world-don’t tell them I said that-but Saturday mornings are for sleeping, alright? I mean, I know one day your Aunt Hermione and I will have little ones of our own to wake us up, but that’s a while off, you know? Not that I would mind it not being a while off, it’s just…I’ve got some things to do first, to be ready. I would feel more comfortable if we had a bigger place and a few more galleons in the bank, ya know? Not that I think it’s all about money, but I just don’t want her to have to worry the way my mum did. And I want my kids to not have to worry about wearing trainers that are too tight or robes that are too short. Mione says I’ll spoil them rotten, our kids, but I won’t. I want them to work and be appreciative, but…it’s hard to explain.”
The infant cooed contentedly in his arms, giving his uncle a brilliant yawn. Ron looked through the open door of the nursery and listened intently; he could hear the water running in the ensuite down the hall.
“Sleepy? I understand. Now, what I’m about to do is to remain our little secret, ya hear?” Ron began to hum, ever so softly, picking up the melody of a song that his mother had sung to him as a child. “This is one of your mum’s favorites.” His voice was soft and warm as he sang gently:
Babbity Rabbity there on your stump
Babbity Rabbity why don’t you jump
down through the valley
under the trees
over the river
fast as the breeze
Even before the song had ended, little James Sirius Potter was fast asleep; his uncle Ron followed close behind. In the bedroom Harry Potter smiled as he listened at the magical baby monitor; as satisfying as it would be to tease his best friend later, he figured keeping that little secret was the least that he could do.
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Much to my delight, I was invited back on the Dad Bros Show podcast. They saw that I recently had my one year blogiversary so they let me celebrate with them a little bit. If you haven’t had a chance yet to catch one of their shows you are missing out. They are a couple of great guys who always find interesting topics to discuss. They post their podcast to itunes every Tuesday and Thursday and…
I was once again invited to come on the Dad Bros Show podcast. In case you weren’t aware, the Dad Bros are two brothers who are also dads who have a podcast.
They chat about general parenting topics as well as general guy stuff. They are entertaining enough that I imagine even a female without kids could listen to them and not feel left-out.
They post their podcasts twice a week on Tuesday &…
