Jung Rok & Yoon Seo | Hunger

Hunter’s fine. He’s fine. He’s absolutely ok.

Ever since I saw this post by @tattycoram I couldn’t stop laughing and I knew I wouldn’t rest until I drew it 🥲

So here’s my take at how I think this conversation went:

I’d like to thank @firstofficerwiggles for hyping me up to post this S2

The Wingman Masterlist

moodboard by @fratboievans !! ilysfm 

Summary: Harrison tries to play matchmaker, unfortunately, things don’t go as planned.

Chapter 1  - The One at the Airports 

Chapter 2 - The One in the Hotel 

Chapter  3 - The One on the Street 

Chapter 4 - The One in the Rooms 

Chapter 5   - The One in the Shop 

Chapter 6  - The One in the Elevator  

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I also feel like I have to thank @the-claire-bitch-project because it was her writing challenge that started it all 😅. Thank you, love. You are amazing. (and sorry for bothering you)

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when have we ever followed orders

broke: Commander Cody only bodies droids when his weapons malfunction and/or there's no other practical choice

woke: Cody takes every possible excuse to body droids because he's an unhinged badass

bespoke: Cody bodies droids because he can't aim for shit and it's the only practical choice for an unhinged badass

A peek...

Alright I’m bored, needing depth for my Fanfic, gonna analyze the Bad Batch’s barracks.  

It’s a mess, clear cut right off the start which shows how little Kaminoan  discipline of cleanliness (conditioning) was in affect in these particular clones.  

Echo has the hammock near Tech’s bunk and surrounded by his equipment.  Tech has hacked into the power conduits over his bunk to have all these mechanical arms and tools added so he could probably work on tinkering something by his bunk.- noted by @1fineslytherin​.  The lights here are dim, then after the Batch escapes Kamino and Crosshair moves in with his new squad the lights are restored to the typical Kaminoan illuminating fashion.  This may have been done for Hunter to ease his senses, POSSIBLY.  

As for that smell…

Wrecker has food on his bed, which has been left rotting and festering for about 206 or whatever rotations since the last time they were there.  No wonder it smells.  Along with a clothes line along the back wall which I guess is a step towards some sort of cleaning process?  Boy’s a wreck. - I am not sorry for that pun.  

Crosshair has a perch at the top left hand corner, it is level with Tech’s workstation from across the room.  He has three posters of droids on his back wall, each have distinct holes in the papers resembling the proper kill shots necessary to put down a droid.  Through the holes you can see the wall that they are pinned against, he used these for practice and brought them back to look at / show off / be his intimidating toothpick suckeling self.  As pointed out by @yavielin-feanarien, the center poster spells the letter ‘C’ in Aruebesh.  He also has 2 sets of fresh blacks folded neatly sitting on his sheets.  

I do believe given Wrecker’s messy manner and Tech’s clutter, Crosshair and Hunter decided to take opposite sides to keep the room in some sort of balance.  I say this because honestly I would want a roommate who is clean, not a slob, so in this kind of rooming situation I would want to be on the side with the other clean individual.  But I can see why they would take opposite sides to maintain some sort of “Order” within the room.  

Tech’s perch.  💕

-Tech states that he doesn’t want to sleep next to Wrecker’s junk in their opening episode…bro use those goggles to look at your own room first.  

-Wrecker definitely stole that couch from somewhere.  It’s a BIG couch for a BIG man such as himself.  They have their bunks, benches with no backs to lean into, and crates are all that can be sat on in this room.  Can definitely understand why Wrecker would bring this piece of furniture into their barracks. 

Tech’s bunk is made, and adorns his scribbles of equations.  With all this wall art, makes me wonder who drew that Padme nose art in the deleted reel.  😀  My credits on Tech.  

Hunter’s bunk is made and tidy. he is definitely a boot man, called it!  He has medals pinned to the backboard, no idea what that thing is in the corner, it might be a canteen.  He’s got the iconic Bad Batch 99 skull on his wall, I just dig this man.  

One last thing that I see a problem with as a collective, is that they don’t bring gonky into the room with them.  I like to think that because he is a defective unit that the facility would snatch him up and decommission him, or that he would be bullied by other droids.  So they agree that he’s gotta remain on the ship but still!  

Anyways….I would still like to be their shared barrack hoe.  No lie.  

The Wingman - part 6

(a/n) I am speechless. I just can’t believe how well this story is going. I would have never expected it to be received so well (especially the last part, wow) Thank you so much for sending in all the ideas and suggestions in my survey. I decided to make this a thing now. I won’t be posting the link on the post since I’m kind of scared what Tumblr will do, but it should be somewhere around on my blog. 

I don’t even know if this makes sense, but I like it, so I’m sticking with this story.

word count: 6944

warning: get ready for tears, drama, heartbreak and all that jazz! oh yeah, also swearing, alcohol uhm…

amazing moodboard made by @fratboievans ilysm!

Yeah, you used to call me baby, now you calling me-

Tom took his phone out of his pocket and skipped the song before the first lyric even finished. Immediately a Post Malone song started which he didn’t remember the name of anymore. He stepped out of the elevator, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. He had been up for hours with no proper break. He was exhausted and couldn’t wait to get into bed. His heart was beating along with the loud music coming from his wireless headphones. Or did the pace at which the cardiac muscle move, have nothing to do with the music?

The hallway was empty. The more he walked on, it felt like it was just elongating instead of nearing the door to his and Harrison’s shared suite. His eyelids were really starting to feel heavy. It was probably only the music that kept him up. With a little smack on the cheek, he tried to pull himself together.

The white door was finally in front of him. He pulled out the key from his other pocket and held it against the scanner. The familiar click of the lock was accompanied by the little green light appearing above the scan. Tom pushed the door open, pulling his headphones off and letting them hang around his neck. The music still played on. He could hear the whispers of it.

Next to the door, he saw something he hadn’t seen in a while. Harrison’s backpack. This meant that he got his things back. Which in correlation should mean that he had talked to (Y/N). Tom started to wonder how his best friend’s day had gone. Hopefully better than his. Or at least less exhausting. Then he realized that Harrison’s keycard was lying on the little shelf next to the door. That meant that either Haz was home or he was out and forgot his key, the div.

“Harrison?” he asked. His voice was a bit shaky. There was no response. But from the sight of his keycard and the jacket hanging on the hanger, Tom knew his friend was home. He walked on, further into the suite. The little corridor spread into the big living room area and there he was. With her.

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Din: Grogu's old enough for combat training

Kid: Why isn't he wearing a helmet?

Din: What are you crazy? He's just a baby. He can't wear a helmet. Now give him a weapon.

I like how the Bad Batch immediately jumped to agree with Omega’s suggestion, because for once it takes her out of the immediate danger.

Omega: Can I go with-?

Hunter: Yes, yes you can!

Chuchi: But she doesn’t have-

Tech: Clearance? No problem, I’ll hack the imperial database!

Chuchi: Okay but she’ll need-

Echo: A disguise? No problem! Here take this poncho!

Anger  [ T. Holland ]

Request: what about a fluff / angst one shot where reader and tom get into a fight and tom sleeps in guest bedroom but in middle of night reader goes to join tom in the bed and he’s confused and she’s like “im still mad at you but i missed you” and they cuddle and fall back asleep

Warnings: Angst? Little bit of fluff, if you really search for it? Language

Word Count: 1550

A/N: What happens when Hannah has a really shitty couple of days? She writes equally shitty angst. Anyways, here is some angst that may not actually be as angsty as anticipated. 

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Anger is the most impotent of passions. It affects nothing it touches and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it was directed. Both you and Tom had an unspoken understanding of this without really knowing so. But still, anger was easily passed between the two of you with careless words and meaningless remarks.

There was little to no reasoning between the uneasy tension between you and Tom. In fact, you weren’t even sure if you could remember why you were arguing. Nonetheless, you were still upset and so was Tom. And that was why, you figured, Tom had chosen to sleep in the guest bedroom instead of the bedroom he shared with you. It was hurtful for the both of you but neither of you were in the right mind to make rational decisions.

You blamed it on stress. Tom had a lot of pressure piled onto his shoulders and you were sure there wasn’t enough time for you to juggle work and your college assignments. Maturity and common sense were important in situations like these and this is what prompted you not to go chasing after Tom when he made his way to the guest room. He was angry and he needed space, that you understood. Of course, you were angry too but you weren’t as far gone as your boyfriend.

There was an ache in your chest when you thought of the argument you had just put to rest between you and Tom. It wasn’t an argument you thought was not worth anything more than the shake of a head but there was so much piled up tension that you both just had to get out of your systems. And this seemed to be the perfect outlet.

Of course, Tom had still crossed some lines. There were definitely things that fell from his mouth which were totally uncalled for. You understood that all of this was coming from anger and stress but that didn’t mean you weren’t upset about it. And you weren’t going to deny it; it did fuel the frustration you were feeling.

“We were doomed from the beginning.” he had said, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “Bloody hell, I wish I’d never met you!”

“You don’t mean that-”

Tom shook his head, glaring at you as he threw his arms up in exasperation. He had cut you off before you could finish your sentence. “Would have saved me so much wasted time and effort!”

It was easier for you to put your foot down and end the conversation than it was for you to hold back the tears that formed in your eyes. And that was no easy feat either. Tom wasn’t oblivious to the hurt expression that crossed your features but in a moment of selfishness, he made no attempt to apologise and explain so that his pride wouldn’t be dented.

Nonchalantly, you changed into clothes that were more comfortable for you to sleep in. Despite the chill in the air, you gulped down a glass of cold water in an effort to calm the heat that burned your skin. You set down the empty glass once finished and made yourself comfortable in the bed you usually shared with Tom.

It felt almost unreal this time. Sure, this was not the first time you had argued but it seemed to hit harder than the times before. Biting your lip to stop it from quivering, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to calm yourself down so that you could sleep peacefully. Crying yourself to sleep is a one-way ticket to waking up with a headache at best. You were lucky if it wasn’t a migraine.

But it wasn’t working as well as you’d like. Tears still managed to slip down to your pillow, a few pooling in the dip where your eyes met your nose because you were laying on your side. Your jaw kept on clenching and unclenching as you thought about the way Tom had spoken to you only an hour earlier.

“Just-why do you have to be such a fucking pain all the time?” Tom had groaned, wiping his hands down his face.

“Why do I have to be such a pain?”

“Yes!” He almost yelled, his voice dripping with a venom you didn’t know Tom possessed. “All you do is make things worse for me!”

Wondering where the argument had come from and where it had gone so terribly wrong, you noticed that your breaths became uneven. There was a lump that had grown in your throat and you were sure you were trembling as if you were cold. And you were cold but you were not that cold. It was because you were hurting and you knew you wouldn’t stop hurting until you heard Tom take back the things he had said.

It was much out of character for Tom to speak to you like that. He wasn’t usually aggressive with you, even if he was tired or if he had a particularly rough day on set. Usually, he kept his work life and his domestic life separate and never let his frustrations come home with him. Today must have been an exception.

No matter how upset you were with him, you still missed the familiar body that would be pressed up against you at this time of night. Once again, you ignored the discomfort you felt in the pit of your stomach. It would go away on its own, you thought, soon enough. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem as if it were going away.

Shaky breaths left your lips as you stared wide-eyed at the wall beside your bed. You were tired. So damn tired so why couldn’t you sleep? It was frustrating, if anything, that you weren’t able to fall asleep. Your eyes stung with fatigue and you rubbed at them with your fists to try and extinguish the discomfort. If Tom were here, you remembered, he wouldn’t have let you do that. He was always adamant that rubbing your eyes would always make the problem worse.

Letting out a noise of distaste, you pushed yourself off of the bed and through the door to your shared bedroom. Your bare feet padded down the small hallway and towards the guest room without your consent. Cursing yourself out for doing so, you just stared at the closed door in front of you. Tom was asleep, that you were sure of. The sound of muffled yet drowsy breaths that only came from him when he was sleeping were just barely audible if you strained your ears.

Shaking your head, you turned away from the room, ready to get back into your own bed without Tom to help you fall asleep. But then you turned back around. Was it really worth it? Besides, you didn’t want to wake up to any awkward tension between the two of you. This would at least tame said tension a little bit.

Before you could have any more doubts, you pushed the door open quietly and stepped in slowly. Being careful not to make too much noise, you closed the door softly. Tom was a light sleeper, you had come to learn. And the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up and have to talk to him. All you needed was to fall asleep and Tom was the only person that could help you achieve that goal.

Trying not to shift the sheets around your boyfriend too much, you peeled them back enough for you to slip underneath them. Making sure that there was enough space for you to fit in beside him without too much discomfort. The bed was definitely smaller and it didn’t do much to help that Tom was sprawled out smack bang in the middle of it. Chuckling at the sight of Tom’s cheek squished against the mattress just below the pillow, you quietly and carefully slid into the spot beside him.

When you were finally happy under the sheets, you slowly inched closer to him. Cautiously, as not to wake him, you moved his limbs so that he didn’t resemble a starfish and so that you could comfortably lie against him. Tom’s lips drowsily curled into a smile in his sleep and he shifted at the warmth that came from your body.

Your attempts at not waking him up had failed but Tom didn’t let you know that he was no longer asleep. He was sure you were going to leave if you knew he was awake. But still, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You felt him bury his nose into your neck.

“I’m still mad at you,” you mumble, just to make sure that he understood he wasn’t off the hook until he apologised. He sighed. Everything about him screamed ‘sleepy’ but he didn’t let his disrupted slumber hold him back from speaking.

With a husky and sleep filled voice, Tom said, “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I know,” you replied, refusing to turn around and face him.

“I love you.”

You hummed, your eyes fluttering shut as you finally welcomed the sleep that was pulling both you and Tom away from consciousness. “Love you too.”