#tbb drabble

[why-am-i-here-lol]

Masterlist

Requests are open! Even if it's not a Bad Batch character send in any requests you have <3

Hunter:

Look into the Water

Acting like you - short drabble

Inadequate

Wrecker:

Born to Stand Out

Tech:

Boiling Water

Crosshair:

I lie sometimes - short drabble

Enough

Friends

Echo:

Comfort for a breakup - request

Rex:

Perfect day - request

Other (not x reader):

Wrecker wins Omega a stuffie

Bad Batch as Equestrians

Bad Batch as Horse Breeds Part 2

[littlefeatherr]

In response to this post by @s3ap0tat0 , I came up with a little drabble for these two.

Alena (meaning: protector) served as one of Cham Syndulla's freedom fighters. Cham personally tasked her to protect Eleni while posing as her personal handmaiden and nursery caregiver for Hera. She helped Hera repair Chopper, who quickly came to adore her.

Along with the Syndullas, Alena was imprisoned by Rampart for breaking Hera out of Imperial custody; she also was part of the group freed by the Bad Batch. After their escape from Ryloth, she continued guarding Hera and trained her in weapons and self-defense.

During her assignment with Hera and Eleni, Alena met CT 7551, "Inferno", a sergeant formerly under Captain Howzer's command. Before being sent offworld, Howzer managed to smuggle out a list of clone prisoners held by the Empire in the care of Sergeant Inferno. Eventually, he found Alena, who took him to Cham and Eleni's hideout.

There was only one bed

Through former ARC trooper Echo, the Syndullas arranged for the pair, posing as a honeymooners on Corusant, to pass the list to Captain Rex.

Inferno and Alena were married on Curosant by Senator Riyo Chuchi after their assignment was completed. The couple stayed on as part of Rex's resistance group. Inferno's intel directly led to Howzer and his men being rescued by Echo and Fireball, setting off a series of events that exposed the clone experiments at the secret Imperial base on Mount Tantiss.

Eventually, they settled on an undisclosed Outer Rim world near Cut and Suu Lawquane's homestead and had a large family.

the end 💕

[clone-anon]

This is for  @starqueensthings since anon asks aren’t on

Tech was talking about the local fauna of the planet you’d just landed on.  You were following, getting off the ship, walking together, and listening to him go on and on, smiling to yourself.  His mind and desire to know all he could were part of why you fell for him.

You looked up at him, silly grin on your face, as you both paused under the shade of a tree.  Tech continued reading from his datapad.  You weren’t simply watching and listening to him anymore.  Time seemed to slow down as you watched his lips form words.

“Mesh’la?”  He stopped to take off his helmet and adjust his goggles. “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” you replied, looking from his lips up to his eyes and smiling. “I just love your talk bumpers.”

Tech gave you the playful side eye look he only reserved for you when it became clear just how enamored one of you was with the other.  Although it had taken him some time to get used to your personal vernacular, he loved your way of describing things.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he asked, “My talk bumpers?”

“Mmm, yes,” you replied. You kissed his lips softly and whispered, “I love your talk bumpers.”

Tech blushed, but returned the kiss.  “I love your lips too.”

[crab-instruments]

Media Engagements

Pairing: Wrecker x PAO Reader (pre-relationship or platonic)

Warnings: Fluff

A/n: PAO - Public Affairs Officer. I was inspired to write this drabble based on personal work experiences (that happened nothing like this lol). Maybe I’ll expand on the idea later, maybe I’ll forget I wrote it tomorrow. Though now I kinda just want a Star Wars show about a PAO trying their god damn best and absolutely at their limit.

“Oh, sorry I didn—“

You had bumped into someone in your attempt to get a better shot for your picture, but the man you stumbled into was much larger than you had expected. In truth, he was almost scary looking, but as a PAO for the newly formed GAR, you got used to out of the ordinary people.

You shifted the camera in one hand to the other and cleared your throat. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize anyone was behind me.” The soldier was in charcoal and red armor, not any colors you had seen or photographed yet. He was also much taller and bigger built, which was more confusing since you should have been neck deep in clone battalions.

The large man took his helmet off just enough to reveal his face but still rested on his head. He also looked much different from the other soldiers you were used to. When you looked hard enough, you could see he resembled them, if the clones focused solely on body building and could grow taller by sheer force of will. He was missing an eye and had a scar to tell the story.

“You’re tiny! What are you doing here? Is that some kind of weapon? Are you training here too, ad’ika?”

“Oh, no, I’m a PAO taking photos!”

“PAO? What’s… a PAO?”

“Public affairs officer. Trying to tell the story of all this.” You gestured to the soldiers and equipment near you. “The public doesn’t know much and the Senate hasn’t really done anything towards explaining the clones, so I’m here to capture what it all is.”

“Oh! I’ve never seen one of you before. This is a dangerous place to be, they are testing some explosives—“

“EXPLOSIVES?? WHERE? That would be such a cool thing to shoot! How many tests are you doing? I want to get it on video too if I can.” You could not control your excitement to capture something interesting, even if it wouldn’t be approved for public release.

The large clone stared at you before giving a hearty laugh and leading you toward a safe distance. You learned his name was Wrecker as he got some questions about your presence.

As you tried to find a good vantage point, you were suddenly lifted into the air. Wrecker had placed you at the perfect height on his shoulders. You watched the bombs through your lens, enjoying the sight as much as you did listening to Wrecker whoop and holler after each one.

After you felt you had enough shots of explosions, Wrecker put you down but lingered near you. He seemed more interested in what you were doing but didn’t want to interrupt your process.

You meandered to the different training stations, talking to clones, getting their experiences, catching candid moments, and yelling at them for not using proper protection (you can’t release photos when their not using their masks during target practice!). While they seemed surprised by a ‘nat-born’ (as you had heard them refer to you as) giving orders to them, the didn’t seem to fall in line until Wrecker gave a little bit of incentive. You would always look back over your shoulder with an appreciative smile before settling back into your work.

Your job wasn’t easy, attempting to explain this entire mess with an optimistic spin and the hours you had to match with the soldiers who were designed for this burned you out. Luckily, Wrecker joked along side you and pointed out good photo opportunities. More importantly, he explained everything he could since you didn’t know the first thing about all the training.

The sun had set at the end of the day, but it had felt like a lifetime of friendship with the clone. You had a new appreciation for all of them, but Wrecker would hold a special place in your heart (and memory cards).

He had a shy look in his eyes and a hand on his neck as you packed up to leave.

“What is it, Wrecker?”

“Thanks… for letting me follow you around.”

It took a moment for you to realize he thought he had been… bothering you.

“Wrecker… I have gotten some of the best photos of my entire career today and I couldn’t have done it without you. Honestly, I was scared when I got the assignment, it feels like the whole war is really… real and I didn’t even know what to expect. Bumping into you was the best accident that could have happened.”

The smile the appeared on his face was one you wanted framed. You quickly snapped a photo and inspected it, smiling to yourself. It almost made you sad you were always the one behind the lens for a moment.

“I’ll be here tomorrow… see you then?”

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Everything tag list: @imalovernotahater @ladydiomede

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Boiling Water - Tech x reader

      You were angry. No no, you were furious. Wrecker was being too loud, Hunter was nowhere to be found to help, and you swore Crosshair had just made his last joke at your expense, because you were going to kill him. The worst part was that Tech was too busy with his projects to notice you when you needed him the most.   

      You stormed off the Maurader before you commited a violent felony, determined to be alone and cool off. You eventually found a nice spot, one you thought the others wouldn’t find. Perfect. You sat down, curled up against the wall with your head tucked into your knees and your arms circling you.  As you began taking deep breaths to calm down when you felt something brush your shoulder, and upon looking up you discovered Tech looking down at you, concern etched in his features.  

      You sighed, resuming your previous postition.  

      “I’m not in the mood, Tech”

      “Well, that much was obvious.” You looked up and rolled your eyes at his response. Of course that’s what he would say at a time like this 

      “No seriously I-”

      “I would like to attempt helping you.”

      “But I want-”

      “Did you know that you cannot see your reflection in boiling water?” he said, cutting you off yet again.  

      You were going to tell him again to leave you alone, but the look he was giving you was so pure, assuring you that he was only trying to help. ‘Wherever this was going, it better be worth it,’ you thought, deciding to let him continue.

      “Is that so?” you inquired.  

      “Yes, and similarly, you cannot see the truths in your life in a state of anger,” he finished.

      “And what is the supposed truth that I can’t see?” you asked.

      “That we love you.  I love you.  None of us are that great at showing it, but it’s there. And I hope that you can start feeling that love again soon.” He wrapped his arms around you in a gentle but secure hug, and you couldn’t help but hug him back.

      “Thank you,” you whispered.

      “No, thank you for allowing me to help you. I know it’s not easy to accept help sometimes, but I hope that you know that we love you and you can talk to us whenever you need us.” he stated, pulling away. 

      You sighed in relief, happy that Tech had followed you despite your attempt to push him and his brothers away. 

      “Love you, Tech”

      “I know this.”

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Friends - Crosshair x reader

Hot tears streamed down your face as you ran to the Havoc Maurader, desperate to get away from everyone and everything. You could only hope that the ship was empty. Hopefully, the Bad Batch would be busy, unable to see this embarrassing display of emotions. It's not exactly something you wanted any of them to see.

You had finally made it up the stairs that led into the ship's main hull, still in full breakdown mode as you sat on the passenger seats. You pulled your knees to your chest and continued your sobbing.

The whole situation was messed up. You had just gotten back to your medbay station from a tough mission, tired and in need of your fellow medic friend's support. As you had reached the door though, you heard their voices on the other side. Your friend's voices. You were so relieved to hear them after so long, this is exactly what you needed!

"Yeah, but she's a little weird, don't you think?" You hesitated upon hearing this, wanting to hear more before you entered. But you weren't prepared to hear your best friend's voice practically spit out the words that came next

"No, I know she's weird. She's nothing like any of us. She hangs around that clone squad of failures because that's who she is too. A failure."

"Yeah, I'm surprised she even made it this far as a field medic," another voice chimed in.

You listened with a shattered heart to more and more comments and insults coming from people you trusted and cared about for several moments before your eyes couldn't hold your tears anymore and you ran off.

Snapping back to the present, you realized with humiliation that you weren't the only one on the ship and your crying had made some noise. This of course drew Crosshair out of his rifle cleaning and made his way to where you were. He sat down on the seat next to you, staying stoick and looking down at you as your head once again bowed down to rest in your arms on top of your knees, too embarrassed to do anything more than hiding your face.

Immediately when your head returned to its previous position, Crossshair's hands snatched your head, careful to not hurt you, but enough to have your full attention on him as he observed you.

"Who did this?" he hissed.

"M-my frien-ds," you hiccuped out.

"Real friends wouldn't do this."

"But they are my-"

"Not everyone who smiles at you is your friend. Be careful who you trust." He stated. "Now, what happened? What did they say?"

Releasing a sigh, you told him what happened, what you heard, and how you felt. Once you had finished, he just looked thoughtfully at you and contemplated the words he would use to comfort you. After a few moments of silence, he knew exactly what to say.

"Some people aren't satisfied until they sabotage other people's happiness," he started, caressing your face gently before picking up your chin to make you look into his eyes as he continued. " Any friend who would do this to you is an enemy who has infiltrated your camp."

You couldn't help now to let out a few happy tears and hug Crosshair. You realized that he was right. It no longer mattered what they said because they are not your friends.

But at least you knew the man you were hugging was your friend. And you knew that you could count on him to be there for you.

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Inadequate - Hunter x Reader

You sighed again as Hunter looked at you with disappointment at your most recent sparring match. You thought you had worked hard and practiced enough since last time, but apparently, you still weren't good enough.

"Keep the blade closer to your body," Hunter stated, helping you up. "Again." He repositioned to his starting stance. You, however, hesitated.

You didn't notice the look of concern that flashed across his face, as you were busy staring at the blade in your hands, realizing you would never be good enough for your Seargent.

The thing was, this wasn't the first time that you felt this way because of Hunter. The way he looked at you, talked with you, just everything. He made you stay behind on most missions, and never gave you a reason as to why. You assumed it was because you didn't have the skills that he and his brothers had, and that made you weak. To fix this, you asked Hunter to teach you to fight, to which he answered a cold 'fine' after a heavy gaze and a sigh.

After he agreed, you had tried your best, done everything he asked of you, but this never seemed to be good enough for him. After many of your tiring sessions, he would often even ask you to reconsider this decision.

"Staying on the ship can't be that bad."

"Are you sure you want to do this? It's okay if you want to go back to how things were before."

"Maybe this isn't your thing."

With all these thoughts and memories, you fought the tears and with all your strength, you mumbled an excuse as to why you needed to go.

You ran out of the training room, intent on finding a private place to cry your feelings away. 'Maybe if the Batch's barracks were empty...?'

You were so out of it, you didn't see Wrecker on his way into the training center. He saw the state you were in, and frankly, he had no clue what to do to help you. This didn't last long, as you swiftly got out of there, still in a panicked state.

Wrecker realized that Hunter would probably have the answer as to what got you acting like this, so he entered the training room to have a chat with his brother.

You rushed down the corridors, trying to hold in the tears that seemed to be already falling without your permission. Your thoughts were going a million miles per hour, your heartbeat unsteady and getting steadily faster. You finally made it to the Bad Batch's room, opening the door and peeking in.

Good, the room was empty.

You plopped down one of the beds and started to let your anxieties and your sadness express themselves through your tears. You eventually lost track of time - you didn't know if you had been there for 10 minutes or for hours.

You didn't have time to think about that, as the door opened just as you began to steady your breathing, and there stood Hunter himself. You couldn't help but narrow your eyes at him in frustration, which of course he noticed along with your red eyes and tear streaks. He could hear your heartbeat, still calming down from before, begin to rise again with his presence.

"That's my bed, you know," he stated. You continued your glare, even as he made his way towards you.

"I guess I deserve that." He sat next to where you were on his bunk and waited in silence in case you wanted to say anything.

You didn't.

Realizing you weren't going to talk, Hunter decided to start.

"Look," he sighed, "I'm really sorry. About before in the training room. and the time before that, and the other time before that." He chucked, going on. "And basically every training session we've ever had."

Seriousness took over his features, taking your attention from whatever speck on the floor you were staring at to avoid his gaze to his eyes. You both looked at each other a moment before he continued.

"I just - I didn't want you out there fighting with us because I don't want to see you get hurt. You are..." he looked at his hands "very important to me. I care about you."

He looked to you for a response.

"You care about your brothers, and they are out there with you for every mission, Hunter. Every Mission. So why is it only me? Do you think I'm weak?" You confronted him, unrelenting in your gaze.

"I care about you...more than you think. I want to protect you more than anything, and I felt like if I enabled you to go out into the field with us, I would end up losing you somehow."

"I forgive you, but if you cared about me, why would you make me feel this bad? I felt horrible - like I would never be good enough for you," You said, feeling the tears coming again, although you didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.

He sighed again, "I am really sorry about that. If I could take it all back I would." He held your face delicately with his large palm. "I can promise it won't happen again. If you want to be trained, then trained you shall be," he said with a small smile tugging his lips upward.

"I would like that," you said quietly, before thinking back on his words from a little bit ago.

"So when you say you care about me...?"

He laughed, knowing you'd eventually ask about that "Ah yeah, you're a pretty cute chick. I'd date you if given the chance." He looked at you with a smirk, noticing a smile gracing your lips. You put your finger to your chin, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Hmmm, let's see...." you said, looking up at him. Apparently, you took too long 'deciding', as he took the initiative to kiss your cheek before you could play with him any longer.

"You missed," you said, before bringing his face closer to yours and giving him a peck on the lips, much to the content of Hunter.

"So is that a yes?"

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Acting like you - Hunter x Reader

"Goodnight, Omega," you whispered to the girl as she lied on Hunter's bunk, fast asleep. You smiled to yourself as you walked into the cockpit to meet Hunter, who turned to you as you entered.

"What's gotten you so happy?" he asked. You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "Omega," you replied, "She's darling," you finished, sitting down in the co-pilot's chair and facing him. Hunter just chuckled, a nonverbal agreement from him.

"She reminds me a bit of you," you commented.

He chuckled again, then looked out at the galaxy surrounding the ship through the glass. "Yeah, having a mini-me is all fun and games until she starts acting just like I do," he joked. It was your turn to chuckle at his statement.

"Agreed," you stated, closing your eyes to get some well-deserved rest, Hunter soon following your example.