#SFW batch

[awkward-fink]

Sleep Positions with Them. (I)

Price: - He lays on his back, one arm around your body, holding you securely to his side in a gentle but firm hold. - only wears sleep shorts and his dogtags to bed. His thighs are too thick for normal sleeping pants and he gets way too warm in those anyway. Also he loves that he can feel your skin on his when you tangle your legs with his own. - loves when you are draped half over him, your fingers curled into his chest hair, one hand of his covering yours. One of his fingers is laying on your pulse point, feeling the steady thrumm while his thumb lazily traces over your knuckles. - he doesnt need a blanket. And you dont either. He is a living furnace, even in winter you are always cosy warm.

Ghost: - curled around you, holding onto you tightly. - always sleeps closest to the door, its instinct, dont question it. - on bad nights he will sleep on top of you, his head firmly positioned on top of your chest, ear firmly pressed against the spot where your heart beats underneath layers of skin and flesh. Its his most favorite lullaby. - would sleep in his tactical gear if you hadnt forbidden it, so he wears a long shirt and long sleeping pants to bed. - will wake when you move or twitch and check if everything is alright before falling back to sleep - forget going to the loo in the middle of the night alone. What if you fall? Or stub your toe? And he isnt there to protect you from the corner of the shower? No way. He is sleepily stumbling right after you, only alert enough to fall into bed after you and curl around you, again. - only needs a light blanket when sleeping with you, because you are clingy (as if he is not!). And needs a weighted blanket on nights when you are away on business.

Soap: - no fixed sleeping position. He starfishes, noodles around, and planks on the bed. All at once. Though, he never pushes you out of the bed, again. Once was one time too many and the *Look* you gave him after that scared him for life. - falls asleep with you in his arms as the big spoon. wakes up in a double spiral, flat salto mortale with you on top of him, his legs wrapped around you like a monkey. And no one knows where the blankets have gone to! - would sleep naked but you wont allow it, on every night. He starts with a boxershort and a shirt and wakes up with one article of clothing missing. - is a sleep kisser. Kisses your fingers, your shoulders, your chest and if he is lucky, your mouth in his sleep. Also cant get enough contact. - loves when you card your hands through his hair when he had a bad day, or a nightmare. Calms him down real quick. If you speak gaelic, he will literally start drooling in his sleep - all the blankets and then no blankets - nights with Soap are wild. In more ways than one.

Gaz: - has a strict routine before coming to bed - loves to have you at his side when falling asleep, your head on his shoulder and his nose buried in your hair. Its calming for him. - sleeps like the dead. Or a stone. Or a field of stones. You could play hardcore metal with screeching violins and that man will only twitch a finger. - *has* to have contact with you while sleeping. Doesnt matter if its a hand, a foot, a leg or even your head, NEEDS contact. If there is no contact, he will wiggle in the bed to search for you, and he will be asleep while doing that - has a whoe ass pyjama, which looks like a suite or at least fitting together like those checkered Ones made out of cotton. Filthily comfy and wont let you burrow them. - Needs at least two blankets and you to rest in comfort. - Listen! Has the most wild dreams and will talk to you in his sleep, wont remember anything in the morning though

Bonus! Roach: - loves to sleep with you in the bed - has a blanket only for you, and a pillow and even wants you to sleep in his shirt. - you understand, that he can fall asleep better if he can have something smelling of you, when you are not with him - loves to curl his fingers around yours, watching you sleep, your legs tangled and your foreheads touching. - lazily signs one handed against the palm of your hand, silly little things, his feelings, sweet nothings, just wants to feel you. - has the best sleep when your breaths mingle, your hands intertwined, his leg hooked around yours. - loves to wake up and the first thing he sees is you. (has literal heart eyes!) - has one oversized blanket for you both to share - loves to kiss you lazily, lips just brushing over yours chastely until you both fall asleep. Holds one of your hands to his heart if he can get away with it - wears a very ol shirt and some old shorts to bed

[heartnosekid]

rosalina slime 💫🌟 | pilotslime on ig

[odd-chips]

Third chunk of the [Weretober] prompts where Tim keeps flying and diving. Like he's straight up going to get the bends with how much he goes into the air and then back underwater for real.

Also fun fact: Tim was originally supposed to be a werelion when I [originally made him]! (The joke was going to be he was the lion-tamer AND the lion HILKJFDL) So I think this is a fun look into an alternate world where he actually was!

(Prompts #15-22 in order: Cerberus -> Lion -> Crocodilian -> Rat -> Lepidoptera -> Hammerhead -> Shoebill -> Eel + Bonus Sketches under cut)

Okay the word "sketches" is doing a lot of heavy lifting this time around because it's ALL thumbnails!

Pencil sketch alternate poses for Lionman (I went through a LOT, there was a struggle HKLJMKLFDL):

Thumbnails for alternate poses for Sharkman:

And thumbnails for alternate poses for Eelman (I actually REALLY liked both, and I honestly feel the first is more of Ratman's style. I chose the second one instead cause I knew it'd be easier to structure visually!):

[moomoog017]

art ᯓᡣ𐭩 wrecker bbg

Wrecker doodle <3 Guysss I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

[lonewolflupe]

What The Future Brings (One-Shot)

This is a little gift for @kimiheartblade; happy birthday, Crystal! <3 I hope today will be better than the previous ones! Also I'm sorry about anonymously dropping into your ask box (and I hope you don't mind me writing something for you without asking, I'm a tad nervous about this, I haven't gifted any writing to anyone before).

Summary: when you clumsily hurt yourself, Echo is there to tend to your wound Rating: General Audiences Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, bonding, SFW Words: 880 Pairing: TBB Echo x fem!reader (but can be read gen!reader) Read this one-shot here on AO3

The squad was almost ready to go, finishing up loading the Marauder for their next mission. It was mostly Wrecker doing the heavy lifting, working his thrusters off to get everything inside. You wanted to be helpful, contribute to the preparations being made, so you started pushing and carrying around crates.

A stinging pain when you scraped your lower arm against something sharp, protruding from one of the crates. “Kark,” you whispered under your breath, scolding yourself for being so clumsy. You weren't even engaged in battle and you managed to get yourself hurt.

You had gone back to aiding Wrecker when you heard Echo's voice. “You're bleeding,” he called at you, his voice a mixture of surprise and concern. You shot him a quick smile before replying: “It's nothing.” But as you did, you looked at your arm, and noticed the cut was deeper than you had realised. That was going to leave a mark.

He walked over and gently took your arm, carefully examining the wound. “Let me fix that for you,” he smiled at you. “It's alright, I've had worse,” you replied, your lips curling into a wry smile, because unfortunately, that was the truth. Tagging along with the Batch hadn't been without risks.

Echo chuckled, releasing your arm. “At least let me stop the bleeding. It's gonna be all over these crates,” he light-heartedly responded. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised into a smirk, and you noticed an amused flicker in his eyes. You finally nodded in agreement. He was right, of course; Echo always was.

He sat you down on a crate in a remote spot of the hangar, kneeling in front of you with a medpac at his side. You let your arm rest on your leg, the wound directed towards Echo. With a clean bandage, he stopped the bleeding. He put a bit of pressure on it, and shot you an apologetic look when you winced.

When the bleeding had stopped, he cleaned the wound with a cleansing fluid before applying a small bacta patch, nicely covering the cut. His touch was so soft, tender even; he made sure he wouldn't hurt you more than necessary. It was nothing like what you'd seen whenever he would patch up one of his brothers.

“There, that should be enough,” he cooed when he was ready, but he didn't stand up just yet. "Thanks for always patching me up," you smiled at him, and he returned it with a subtle smirk. "I really wish you wouldn't need it so much; but you're welcome anyway.”

He started rummaging through the medpac, taking out the empty packaging of the materials he had just used. You weren't ready for him to leave just yet, so you took the opportunity to keep him there for a bit longer; to keep him with you.

“Thank you, Echo,” you said genuinely, your voice soft and your eyes straight at him. He chuckled before replying: “Not a problem.” He looked back at you, and when he did, he noticed you staring right into his eyes. He abruptly stopped rummaging, instantly forgetting about the medpac at his side.

“No, I mean- Thank you for everything,” you continued, and slowly, you put your hand on his cheek. He was taken off guard by the sudden touch, and you noticed his pale cheeks colour a warmer shade. “It's, er- it's nothing,” he stammered, averting his gaze from you, but you gently cupped his chin in your hand and guided his gaze back to meet yours again.

“Not to me,” you whispered, and an affectionate smile appeared on your face. You slowly leaned forward and closed your eyes as you did, and finally let your forehead touch his. You heard Echo gasp softly, and after he regained himself, you could feel his weight slightly shifting forwards as he returned the gesture, leaning against you.

After a moment - you wouldn't have minded if it had taken forever -, you both leaned back again, and you noticed a smile on Echo's face you hadn't seen before; he looked happy.

Now it was his turn to put his hand on your cheek, and he gently caressed your skin with his thumb. “Thank you for everything,” he said in return, his voice low but kind. You knew he meant those words, but you didn't realise how much you meant to him; you were the bright spot within the squad's mayhem, the light at the end of his tunnel, a beacon in his darkest days. And you had just brightened that light for him.

The noises in the hangar brought you back into reality, and when you noticed all the crates intended for the mission were gone, you chuckled: “Looks like Wrecker finished up.” The squad was probably waiting for the two of you. “Yeah, time to head out, I guess,” Echo replied, scratching his neck a bit awkwardly before getting to his feet.

He offered you his hand, and you gladly took it. He helped you get back on your feet before the both of you walked back to the ship, and you noticed how he gently put his hand on your back. You smiled at each other before boarding the Marauder, ready to see what the future would bring.

Yes, I am a sucker for Keldabe kissing (in the most affectionate way)

Echo taglist: @covert1ntrovert

[gt-abby]

TBB Tiny!Omega Au anyone? No…? Ok I’ll leave

[techwrecker]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜

Genre: fluff !!

Tags: tech comforts reader, MANDO’A USE, BABY!, kissing & cuddles, *not beta read!*

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: this is dedicated to and was written for my tech bestie @baddest-batchers 🥺💗

Other: divider by @stars-n-spice & @saradika (tysm!)

“Cyar’ika, I typically do not believe in luck as statistics are far more believable, but I am exponentially lucky to have you by my side,” Tech said, caressing your cheek with his ungloved hand.

You blushed under his compliment and placed your hand over his, leaning into his touch. Tech’s loyalty to science and facts was just about unbreakable, so his words were something you took to heart. He was speaking from his passionate heart.

“Tech, I- I don’t know what to say,” you started. “I can’t even imagine my life without you in it.”

“Thankfully, there is no need to imagine that. I am right here for you. Always.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into an embrace. You fit snuggly into his armor-clad body. Though there was a plastoid alloy barrier between you, he still managed to warm you right up. His arms found their place securely across your back. You weren’t going anywhere— and you didn’t want to, either. Tech was all you needed.

You looked up from the crook of his neck and planted a gentle kiss against his clean-shaven jawline. He squeezed you tighter and met your gaze. Tech dipped down and pressed his soft, full lips to your own, wanting to embed his love for you into your very essence. He always made you feel so special, like you were the only being in the galaxy to him.

You nipped lightly at his bottom lip, silently asking for him to deepen the kiss. Of course he obliged and opened his mouth wider, wanting to take you all in. Your breath became one with his as they mingled together, swirling hot between the kisses. You smiled into the kiss, exponentially happy with the bliss of his touch and love. You let your hands roam his chest, desperate to keep him as close as possible to you.

Tech’s hands slid from your back and firmly cupped your face. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing his gloves so you could feel his fingertips brushing past your skin. The heat of his adept hands imprinted itself into your skin, refusing to diminish. You were a rigid putty he molded into a warm, wilting mess under his grasp. Tech’s confidence still managed to surprise you when it came to comforting you. He wasn’t always emotionally available, but when he was in tune with your feelings, there was no stopping him. He would go to the ends of the galaxy to ensure your happiness and wellbeing.

Tech pulled away, staring into your eyes. The light of The Marauder’s dimmed lights reflected brightly in his golden eyes. His heavy breath could still be felt on your wetted lips.

“Tech,” you started, before he could say anything. “You mean so much to me. I love you so much.”

Tech’s cheeks betrayed him and flushed lightly. He brought his mouth to your forehead and placed the lightest kiss you’d ever felt onto your skin.

“I love you too, cyar’ika.”

The two of you stood in each other’s embrace for a while longer, comfortable with the silence between you. Each of you were thinking about the other, reveling in the love and admiration you held for one another.

Though it may not be the universal truth, in your heart you knew the galaxy hadn’t seen an entwined romance such as this for a millennia, and it was doubtful another one would appear for a long while yet.

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[jordosprout]

And With Thunder Comes Rain

Pairing: Wrecker x GN!Reader SFW

Can be read platonically/Mutual Pining

Dividers: @stars-n-spice

Word Count: 3,443

Warnings: Angst, Descriptions of storms, Nightmares, Sleep deprivation, Grief, Wrecker feels guilty

Summary: Wrecker comes to you looking for comfort after the events of Eriadu.

AN: Look at me all punctual when I'm the one making the due date? But nooo when someone else tells me I need to have something done at a certain time, that's just not possible /lh. Please note this is my first time really writing a fic for Wrecker! If need be I might make edits to this. Gender neutral pronouns are used at the end, other than that none are used. Please enjoy!!

It has been a standard week since the events of Eriadu and the capture of Omega that followed. 

There was so much uncertainty that puddled inside you and the squad—every day you spent tense and on edge, not knowing what the future would bring—having little to no sense of familiarity or consistency. You didn’t know how to adapt to the rapid changes around you—how to move around the physical and emotional wounds that persisted you during every task. Everything was going faster than you could process. But eventually, it became clear that you couldn’t just do nothing.

That was when the obsessive need to become a better pilot for the Batch started. It was the only thing you could think of that would make you useful right now. Flying like your life depended on it was the only thing that distracted you from the turmoil of such a detrimental loss. 

You started one of your runs after Hunter’s briefing, notifying you and Wrecker that Echo would be leaving with Rex later that day cycle. It must have been 3, no, 4 hours before you were commed by Hunter “Havoc 6, it’s time to come down. You’ve been at it long enough.”

You shook your head despite knowing he couldn’t see you, “No can do Sarge, I need to get this down.” you explained, using the nickname you started calling him when you first joined his squad. He wasn’t ever technically your sergeant, and you found it fun to pull his leg with that fact.

He said your name in a warning tone, “That’s an order.”

You groaned, you hated when he pulled that card. No, he wasn’t your sergeant, but you still followed and respected him as the leader, and he knew that. You probably shouldn’t continue to test him.

Turning the Marauder you made your return to the cliff you stationed yourselves at, camping out in a large cave on the side of it. You completed your landing sequence, exiting the shuttle begrudgingly with a displeased Hunter to greet you, a hand on his hip; Echo was beside him shaking his head. You simply responded putting both of your hands on your hips and childishly poking out your tongue at Hunter. You looked behind him, finding Wrecker sitting on an old crate. He had been more open about the hurt caused by the last mission. Often quiet, saying little to nothing. You felt your eyebrows press together in worry.

You moved past Hunter taking a seat beside Wrecker on a separate crate. You looked down at his hand resting next to his leg. You wanted nothing more than to hold it.

But instead, you rubbed his shoulder attempting to soothe the hurting giant next to you.

Echo’s departure wasn’t making the changes any easier for anybody. You all knew it was coming, that he wouldn’t be able to stay long. That his heart was in the fight. But you hoped all of you would have a few more days before Rex took him back. You enjoyed his presence, and even if they didn’t outright say it, so did the rest of the squad.

You stayed with Wrecker whilst Echo and Hunter awaited Rex’s arrival beside the Marauder. Wrecker had kept his gaze on the floor, his eyes carrying a sad gleam.

Once Rex’s shuttle arrived, Echo approached you and placed his hand on one of your shoulders.

“Make sure they stay outta trouble.” 

You nod, trying desperately to not let your emotions get to you.

“And quit drinking so much karking caf, it’s not good for you,” he said light-heartedly as he gave you a squeeze on your shoulder.

You gave a playful scoff, “No promises,” you responded causing him to roll his eyes.

“Just try, yeah?”

You look away from him and rub your head, mumbling, “Yeah yeah, I’ll work on it.”

Moving over to Wrecker, Echo gave him a reassuring squeeze on the bicep, “Everything will be fine, don’t worry.”

Wrecker only gives a faint nod in response, his eyes slightly wincing at the pain from moving his neck.

Echo gave you both one more nod goodbye before he turned around to head to Rex’s ship. Rex wrapped an arm around his shoulder and walked him up the ramp. Echo turned his head and gave you all a wave of his scomp before the doors closed, and the ship took him with it.

You all stood there, watching as Rex and Echo left the atmosphere. Even Wrecker lifted his head to watch the man he had come to care for leave. You couldn’t help the pang in your heart. You wanted nothing more than to keep your boys with you, so you could know they were safe. But you knew that what Echo was doing was important work that he needed to do for himself—for his brothers.

Once Rex’s shuttle was no longer visible, Wrecker stood, heading inside the Marauder, leaving only you and Hunter outside.

“What do we do now, Sarge?” you asked, unable to hide the waver of doubt in your voice. You hoped your leader would give you a plan you could hold yourself to.

Hunter sighed, you couldn’t ignore how tired he looked. “We keep searching. We… don’t let Tech’s sacrifice go to waste. That’s what we do.”

“But how?���

He turned to face you, “I don't know,

but we’ll figure it out. We always do. We have to, for all our sakes.”

It’s been only three days since Echo left, and Wrecker became that of a ghost. Spending the past few days in the gunner’s mount. The silence that came made the Marauder feel foreign; as if you walked onto the wrong ship. You wished he’d talk to you, to Hunter. You just wanted him to say something. You hated it when everything was so quiet. At least when he and Omega were making a ruckus, you knew they were okay. A loud crew was an alive one.

You had spent the entirety of the day helping Hunter take count of inventory. And with your final numbers, the pit in your stomach deepened. There were only two days worth of rations to split between the crew. And when you told Hunter he was, expectantly, just as concerned. You saw his heart sink, and the bags under his sleep-deprived eyes deepen. 

“I need to comm Rex,” he mumbled, running a hand down his face before heading to the cockpit and immediately attempting to make contact with Rex. He only patched through after his second attempt. The conversation wasn’t long, as Rex and Echo had a mission to pick up a clone wanting to leave the empire. But miraculously, they had someone in mind to help.

As soon as Rex gave him the information he needed, Hunter moved to the Navicomps and began mapping out the route you were to take. You offered to give him a hand, but he insisted he had it covered. So instead you left him with a cup of caf before you went to the cockpit.

You hoped Rex’s contact would be able to help as he said. That once you had a full inventory, everyone’s minds would be able to settle. That you’d be able to get on your feet to start searching for answers. 

The cloudy day transitioned into a stormy night on the planet you and the boys managed to station yourselves on; the drumming of rain becoming a hypnotic lullaby. You have a hot cup of caf in your hands. It makes sense to stay awake instead of disrupting your sleep later since you’d need to be awake in three standard hours to meet Rex’s contact. However, you couldn't help the calm, empty daze coming over you. It was pleasant to have an empty mind, to say the least, even if it was only for a moment—even if it was hard to maintain when the ship's silence matched that of your head.

It felt wrong trying to enjoy the calm after losing so much—after losing everything. As if, you weren't allowed to have it.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, cursing yourself for not enjoying the moment. Who knew when you’d have one like this again?

You grumbled inaudibly to yourself, finishing the last of your caf as you stared out the transparisteel. When you were about to get up to refill your cup, you could almost feel Echo’s disapproving gaze. 

So you decided that maybe one would be enough.

You rubbed your hands together, it was freezing in the Marauder. You wanted nothing more than to turn on the heating systems, but Hunter told you against it earlier; he wanted to conserve energy when possible. You tucked the old Republic-issued blanket on your lap, the thin fabric doing little to keep you warm.

“When have we ever followed orders?”

“No!”

“Tech!”

Wrecker’s body shoots up, banging his head, thunder challenging him as it crashes loudly in the distance. His body is ridden with shivers, unable to regain control as he takes in his surroundings—frantically looking for Lula. A relieved sigh escapes him once he sees her arm poking out from behind him. Wrecker immediately went to lift her to his face. The soft and familiar fabric was a nice contrast to his sweat-covered skin. He moved to sit crisscrossed, resting the tooka doll in his lap. Tears fell as he fiddled with the ears of the doll Tech had made him when they were cadets.

Nightmares have been pursuing Wrecker as their prey since they got back from their failed mission. And while Lula used to chase them away, she wasn’t able to this time. Because the nightmares were real.

They happened, they weren’t a reality he could run from.

He had always thought that he would have been the one to call out Plan 99—to go down for his vods. But here he was. Still here, still alive, while one of them wasn’t. Because he wasn’t able to reach him fast enough. 

Because he failed.

Wrecker wiped away the tears before they fell, his lip pulling to a frown as he refrained from letting out a sob. 

He was convinced that this was supposed to be easier. The Kaminoans made it seem like it would be. They all went through so much conditioning in case a vod was lost. Yet, despite that. Despite what he was told, he sat there, unable to grasp the idea of losing one of them, for as much as he knew, forever. 

He gulped hard, he needed to be around someone. He shifted in the gunner’s mount and made his way down, beloved Lula still in hand.

He looked to his side at the Navicomps, finding Hunter asleep. He hesitated in waking up his vod and decided to see if someone else was awake instead.

The silence was suddenly broken when footsteps began to thud throughout the shuttle, and you immediately recognized them as Wrecker. There was a momentary quiet before the door to the cockpit wooshed open. Wrecker, or who you assumed to be Wrecker, stood quietly at the entrance.

��Y’ up?” He finally asked, attempting to be quiet in case you weren't. His voice was more graveled than usual from the lack of use. 

“Yeah, I'm awake.” You responded, turning your seat to face him. He still had his neck brace, and had Lula in one of his hands. 

He stayed where he stood, shifting his weight again with a hand on the back of his head while the other continued to hold Lula.

“S’ okay uh… if I sit in here?”

You nodded, offering a gentle smile. He made his way to the copilot seat before easing himself down. He leaned back into the chair, eyes fixed on the sky in front of you.

“What’s Hunter up to?” you asked casually, attempting to make light conversation.

“He fell asleep at the Navi. I didn’t wanna wake 'em up.” He told you, rubbing one of Lula's arms between his pointer and thumb. 

You hummed, not surprised. You’ve found Hunter like that a few times yourself recently; only sleeping in short bursts before he was working again. And while you’ve insisted on him simply sleeping on a rack instead, he couldn’t bring himself to. The idea of not doing anything made him restless. That was clear. But some sleep is always better than no sleep.

You both stared up at the water droplets coming and going. Lightning expertly streaked the clouds like they were a canvas and it was a master painter; thunder shaking the sky above not long after. Wrecker was almost completely silent beside you. After a few moments of shared quiet, you glanced at him, his form silhouetted in darkness, the glow of navigation screens illuminating the edges of his face. You cleared your throat.

“So…How’re ya holdin’ up?” you finally prompted. You already knew that answer. But you wanted him to know you were here for him. 

Wrecker continued to face the windshield as he glanced at you with glassy eyes. He cleared his throat before he looked back to the glass as his lips tightened into a line. Only then did you notice the shake in his hands. How long have they been doing that?

“Wreck?” you called for him softly, but he didn’t give you a response. He merely put his head into his right hand, the flesh of his thumb and pointer finger covering his eyes. You shifted in your seat and leaned in, grabbing his left hand into yours. It continued to shake as his shoulders began to follow suit; Lula being left in his lap. You squeezed, and his calloused hand squeezed back. “Wrecker…” you gently pleaded.

He breathed in through his nose sharply before the thoughts that plagued him fell like an avalanche.

“I miss em’. I miss Omega I miss Crosshair- I-” he swallowed hard, before trembling out, “I miss Tech. I should’ve been able to reach him- he was right there but I couldn’t,” his lips tightened “I’m sorry I couldn’t-” was all he could get out before a sob interrupted him

You grabbed his cheek, “Wrecker, look at me…” you asked, silently begging him to oblige.

He lifted his head from his hand, looking at you with guilt-ridden eyes. You tilted your head to get a better look at him, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Wrecker you need to understand that it’s not your fault. There was nothing you or anyone could have done. Tech… did what he knew would give us the best chance to get out. If there was another solution, he would have seen it,” you explained, tears pricking your own eyes. “There was no time left.”

He leaned into the palm of your hand as it became wet with his tears.

“What if- what if he’s still out there? And we just left him behind?” Wrecker questioned, causing you to stiffen at the suggestion. You paused to think about what to say as he searched your eyes for answers. You haven't been able to accept such a permanent loss yourself. Instead, you had convinced yourself that he was out there. That you wouldn't allow yourself to admit to him being dead unless you had unshakeable proof. That's what kept you going. At Least for now. 

“Tech is a smart and strong man Wrecker. If he survived that fall… he’d find a way to get back to us- to contact us. But we can’t risk going back, Wrecker. Not yet. Not when we have so few hands. Not when we're so low on everything. But… if he’s out there… we’ll find him.” 

Wrecker nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. He had a hand on top of yours now, inaudibly pleading for touch. You leaned forward to press your forehead against his.

“M’ so scared. I don't know what I'd do- you, Hunter, and Echo are all I have left I-” 

“We know Omega and Crosshair are still out there Wrecker. We’ll find them, we’ll bring them home,” you assured, wiping away his stray tears as you spoke.

“What if-” he choked, not needing to finish his unspoken suggestion. You moved your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, holding it to your own.

“No ifs, Wrecker. There are a lot of unknowns right now, and honestly, I’m scared too. But we can’t lose hope. We will search the ends of every galaxy if we have to. If it means our family will be together again. No matter how long that takes, we'll do it together,” you promised.

He gave you a quiet ‘okay’, tears continuing to fall down his cheeks. Not a moment later you felt him leaning his body forward before pulling you into a desperate hug. You didn’t hesitate to hug him back. His body racked with bone-deep shivers as he held onto you. As if you'd vanish if he didn't anchor you down. 

You stayed there like that for a few moments. And part of it was admittedly for yourself just as much as it was for him. The hardships you've all experienced in just the past two weeks alone weighed on the depths of your soul. And now you felt you could finally permit yourself to feel them. You both needed to take a moment to cry it out. And that was easiest to do when you had Wrecker wrapped around you like this. The weight of his grip reminds you that he's real and that he's here. That you're here. 

“I’m… happy you’re with us,” he said, his voice muffled against your shoulder as he gave you another squeeze. 

You sniffled and gave a small lighthearted laugh in an attempt to ease him, “‘Course I’m still here. Who else’ll keep you boys outta trouble when Echo’s away?”

He sniffled before giving you a short chuckle at the comment. You grinned to yourself, happy that you were able to get something out of him with that.

“But in all seriousness, everything will be okay. We’ll get em’ back. Nonna’ us are giving up on them, I promise.” 

He pulled away to look at you before wiping his eyes and smiling at you, wiping your tears off your cheeks when he saw them. “Yeah…you’re probably right,” he agreed sheepishly.

You shivered when the front of your body met the cold air, earning a concerned look from Wrecker.

“You okay?”

You looked up at him confused until you realized what he was referring to.

“Oh- yeah I’m just cold,” you explained, leaning back in your seat, wishing you had a nice hot cup of caf in your hands.

Wrecker stared at the floor of the cockpit in thought before having an idea.

“C’mere,” he offered, patting his lap.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Ya sure?”

He nodded, placing his arms on the rests to give you more room to get onto his lap. You hesitantly accepted his offer, climbing onto him and disregarding your blanket. Immediately you were met with his warmth, it only increasing when he wrapped his arms around your middle. Lula ended up between you and his arms. Wrecker placed his head on top of yours, ignoring the momentary pain in his neck.

The clouds dissipated over the next hour, the rain softening in turn. You remained with him, both of you sinking into the co-pilot seat. You found yourselves admiring the constellations of this planet together, attempting to lock away the image of them into your memory. You don't remember the moments that came before sleep cradled you both. All you could remember was the feathery kiss that was placed on your head.

Hunter awoke with a crick in his neck from the odd position he had slept in. He attempted to rub out the discomfort with a groan before giving up and meekly accepting it to be his companion for the day. He could feel the rising sun, his senses easily picking up on the wavelengths it emitted. 

He knew that if the sun was rising, that meant the time to leave and meet their contact was approaching. He stood up, rolling his shoulders before heading to the cockpit. He figured that was where you and Wrecker would be, picking up on your distinct scents.

And he was right. There you both were, sharing the copilot seat as you both slept; your hearts beating in time with one another. Wrecker held onto you like you were his Tooka doll, and you slept there comfortably. Though to Hunter's surprise, Wrecker moved his head to face him.

“Shh, they’re sleepin’,” he scolded in a loud whisper.

[zoeykallus]

Ello Zoey!! 👋

Sorry if this is too much or not,

Can I request some HCs of the bad batch’s fem! s/o being clumsy. They always see y/n trip, and sometimes catch her by the back of her shirt, to make sure she doesn’t fall.

Aloha!

Sounds kinda cute, let me give it a try 😁

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Clumsy

Fluff/Fun

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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Hunter

His senses, his perception, are always alert and very attentive around you. Actually, you are not that long together yet, but nevertheless, you can no longer count on your fingers how many times he has already saved you from injuries and greater damage. Be it tripping at an inopportune moment, dropping dangerous objects or accidentally leaning against unsafe/dangerous objects. Of course, he can't be around you 24/7, so he frequently tends to minor wounds you accidentally inflict on yourself, like cuts while cooking, or minor burns and bruises. Hunter, meanwhile, has developed yet another sense, another antenna, that is solely concerned with you. Whenever he's near you, his neural pathways buzz as soon as you trip, falter, or drop something, and he's on the spot in a flash. Luckily for you, he likes to do that and even if he sighs more often or breathes a sigh of relief when he can prevent the worst from happening, he'll never complain. "I got you, darling"

Echo

He sighs as he grabs you in the back of your jacket and pulls you back, keeping you from falling off the ramp. "Sometimes you scare me Love, one of these days you're going to fall when I'm not around and crack your skull or something," he says grumbling. You smile crookedly and say, "I'm trying not to do that." "So far you're not doing very well," Echo says, kissing your cheek. Tending to minor cuts, bruises and the like on you are already routine for Echo, as is the quick grab to keep you from falling. His reflexes and senses can't keep up with Hunter, but he's not too far off either. In any case, around him, it's extremely rare for anything to happen to you, despite your clumsiness. He is constantly worried and expresses it, but at the same time he is tireless in protecting you, sometimes even from yourself.

Wrecker

You are lying on the floor. Somehow you tripped over something, maybe even your own feet, hit your head and went down unconscious. "Hey, sweetie, you okay?" You open your eyes and look up into Wrecker's face, which hovers over you with concern. The next moment, you're carefully picked up by two strong hands and set down on one of the bunks. You blink and say, "Yeah, I think so, fell and hit my head". Wrecker raises his eyebrows. "Again? Now that's what I'm starting to worry about," Wrecker says as he carefully examines your head. He finds a bump, but no open wound. "Maybe Tech or Echo should do a scan, just in case," he says seriously. Wrecker always keeps an eye on you when you're around him, and his strong hand keeps providing protection and safety, but you keep managing to accidentally hurt yourself. "I have a headache," you say softly, rubbing the bump gently. Wrecker kisses your forehead and says, "I'm not surprised, but don't worry, sweetie, we'll take care of it." Wrecker is very patient and a total softie when it comes to you.

Tech

He is engrossed in his Holopad, eagerly calculating a few things to follow up on one of his hunches, when he hears a small noise, accompanied by a surprised little exclamation, followed by a slightly louder rumble. He blinks. Lowers the holopad and finally sighs softly. "My love?" He hears your voice from the hallway, "Um, yeah, over here. Could you maybe help me out for a second?" Tech hastily puts the holopad aside, stands up and walks into the hallway. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees that you've managed to stumble into the utility closet and got tangled up in Hunter's fishing gear. Tech says dryly, "My dear, you really do have a special talent." You sigh, "Don't joke around now please honey, just help me instead". Tech shakes his head but comes closer and starts untangling you from fishing line and other items and finally pulls you out of the chamber. "I really can't let you out of my sight," he says gently and at the same time reprovingly. You shrug your shoulders and reply meekly, "I'm really not doing this on purpose, Tech." "It's okay," he says with a smile, kissing your cheek, fishing a plastic bait out of your hair, and adding, "I'm just glad you're usually lucky enough to avoid major injury."

Crosshair

He hears a clang, then a rumble. "Let me guess, you're home again, honey?" he asks dryly without looking up. You say just as dryly, "No, I'm a burglar". With a sigh, Crosshair gets up from his chair and walks into the kitchen. You've managed to knock over a vase and an end table, tearing your pantyhose in the process. "A pretty talentless burglar," he says, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to your feet, "Did you hurt yourself?" You shake your head and sigh. "No, I don't think so." Crosshair crouches down and looks at your leg, just a run in the tights, no scrapes in the skin underneath. He stands back up, kisses your cheek, maneuvers you around the debris, and finally picks up the pieces. Crosshair usually counters your clumsiness in his own way with jokes and sarcasm, but always watches out for you, and takes care of your wounds and the property damage you cause. He grumbles now and then, but he is much more patient and caring than he sometimes pretends to be.

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Songs that would be good writing prompts ✨

❥ This is just a short post for funsies! Enjoy if you’d like!

I See the Light from Disney’s Tangled

Strangers Like Me from Disney’s Tarzan

Son of Man from Disney’s Tarzan

I’m A Star from Disney’s Wish

The Neglected Garden by Cecile Corbel

The Voice by The Celtic Woman

Now I See by Lou & SQVARE

Wonderful from Netflix’s Over The Moon

To The Sky by Owl City

Dinosaur Park by Owl City

Under The Circus Lights by Owl City

Lavender by JVKE & Pink Sweat$

Broken Melodies by NCT Dream & JVKE

Just A Cloud Away by Pharrell Williams

[neon-junkie]

Chef!Crosshair x Server!Reader Headcanons

This has been stuck in my drafts for a while, so I figured I'd tidy it up, and hit post. Reader is gender-neutral. 2k words. I think Crosshair would deffo be a chef in a modern setting! A little self indulgent as I'm a bartender/server... hehehehe...

Crosshair isn't quite the top dog, but second in line. Still, he runs the kitchen, and Maker forbids anybody to step out of line when Crosshair is on shift.

Or in general, for that matter. Crosshair has no problem breaking one of his chefs down to tears if they forget one simple task, like day dotting food stock, or ensuring that the fridges are at the correct temperature.

"A baby could do this job better than you. Why can't you pull your karking socks up, and get some sense through your thick skull?!"

Crosshair is a big meanie, to put it blankly. He has respect for those who do their job right, but if you're acting like an idiot in his kitchen, then all hell will break loose.

He's snappy to the front of house staff, too. Including the servers. Didn't scrape the plates enough? That deserves a telling off. Rushing him for orders? Fuck off. And if you dare steal a chip? Might as well die.

Crosshair doesn't like mess, clutter, or laziness, and everybody knows damn well how much it irritates him. Just don't be stupid, essentially.

Anyway, you've applied to this popular street food style restaurant. It's not posh, far from it. The food is fatty and filling, the perfect hangover cure, and you're guilty of being a regular.

The Manager, Hunter, doesn't seem surprised when you apply, and your interview is essentially a chit-chat, getting to know each other, seeing as you've already met from coming in on the regular.

It's finally time for you to put your uniform on, and be introduced to the rest of the staff. Everybody is lovely, to say the least, as you've met them before from being a customer.

Then you go into the back of house, and meet those who have blessed your stomach time and time again.

Hunter's eyes trail the kitchen before he asks, "where's Cross?" and another staff member shrugs whilst replying, "out the back."

Hunter, after letting out a grumble, leads you to the back entrance, explaining that this is the staff smoking area. Just as he's about to step outside, the door opens, and a tired-looking man in pristine chef's whites stands in the doorway.

He lets out another puff of his cigarette before discarding it, only to choke on the smoke as his eyes meet yours. His hand comes up to clear his throat, and you notice the tattoos and burn marks scattered over his toned arms. He's clear of jewellery, but you instantly know he's the type to wear rings and chains when he's off shift.

"Cross, I want to introduce you to our new server," Hunter pulls his gaze from yours, and after saying your name, Crosshair fails to make eye contact with you.

Only now do you notice his face tattoo, darkly contrasting against his silver hair. Is it dyed? Or is he really this stressed out from his job?

"Nice to meet you," Crosshair mutters as he extends his hand, and shakes yours. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have stock to count."

And with that, he's pushing past you and Hunter, disappearing into the kitchen.

Hunter turns back to you with a sigh, "he doesn't talk much. Not a fan of strangers, but I'm sure he'll warm up to you."

Oh, how right Hunter is.

Your first week went well, and you're slowly starting to establish a place for yourself within your new work environment.

Today is your usual weekday shift. Not too busy, but not slow paced either. The lunch rush has finished, and you're tasked with cleaning up tables. Another stack of plates is brought into the kitchen, and you're going through them one by one, scraping the leftovers into the bin before stacking them on the shelves for the pot washer to clean, when he's back from his cigarette break.

You can feel somebody's eyes on the back of your head, practically burning a hole through your skull. Curious, you peer over your shoulder, and lock eyes with Crosshair.

He's attempting to prep some vegetables, and narrowly misses his finger whilst chopping them, his gaze fixated elsewhere. Only, once your eyes meet his, Crosshair looks back to his task, acting as if he wasn't just staring at you.

So, you turn away, only to look back at him when his voice fills the air.

"It's nice to have some competence around here," Crosshair comments. You let out a soft "hm?" so Crosshair continues. "Most of the other servers leave their plates a mess, barely scraped, stacked in the wrong order. It's nice to have a server who knows how to do their job."

"It's not like it's hard," you say with a shrug.

"Exactly," Crosshair looks back up at you, and you notice the upwards turn to his lips.

You return to your task after matching his smile, and you're both content with the silence in the air.

Once finished, it's time for your break. Whilst you would usually ring your staff food through without a second thought, you decide to ask Crosshairs permission first.

"Hey, I know you're doing prep, but do you mind if I ring my food through? I can wait if-"

"-What would you like, Sweetheart?" Crosshair asks, wiping his hands clean as he makes his way over to the grill.

"Uhm… a burger?" your mind falls blank, mostly because you're not used to having a chef seem this happy with cooking.

"Is that it?" Crosshair raises his brow. "Come on, you can come up with something more creative than that. Tell me what toppings you like."

Before you know it, you're going into depth about exactly how you like your burgers. All the while, Crosshair is nodding in agreement, and even chimes in with comments here and there. You soon ring your order up, and whilst waiting for it to cook, you return to cleaning your tables, all whilst your heart is pounding with butterflies in your chest.

Back in the kitchen, Crosshair catches himself smiling as he cooks your meal. He doesn't even realise how sappy he's being until he squirts the burger sauce onto the bun in the shape of a heart, soon to be hidden by a patty cooked to your liking.

"What's got you all cheery?" Hunter questions as he peers in the kitchen, bewildered at Crosshairs content expression.

Crosshair slips his emotional mask back on as he meets his brother's eyes, "just excited for my cigarette break."

One month into your new job, and you're more than happy here. The customers are nice, your coworkers are great, and the food is to die for!

Sure, you're in the honeymoon phase, but you'll enjoy it whilst it lasts.

Crosshair is slowly opening up to you, but he's been the toughest egg to crack. Whilst everybody else has no issue with jumping straight into conversation, Crosshair tends to keep his mouth shut, minus the odd hum and one-word reply here and there.

Only, you've seen him speak to others. Well, not speak… scream! Crosshair has no issue with shouting at his cooks over the smallest of things. He's even barked at the other servers, too. You know that he's overall disliked within the workplace, but sometimes, you can understand Crosshairs point of view.

He's right. It's not hard to do your job right, keep your area tidy, and be efficient. Maker knows how your co-workers manage to screw the smallest of things up, and sure, you've made mistakes here and there, and always bent over backwards to fix them.

But despite Crosshair's tough demeanour, deep down, he's a real sap. Or at least, he is towards you.

You've noticed that you can get away with certain things, such as nibbling on a few leftover chips whilst waiting for orders to be plated up, or using different abbreviations when ringing up orders.

You didn't even realise that wasn't the norm, until a fellow coworker commented, "Crosshair lets you eat the leftover fries? He swatted my hand away when I tried to do that, just like everybody else."

Maybe it's because you bring Crosshair a cup of coffee to his liking at the start of every shift? Or because you always let out comments here and there about how good the food is presented?

Maybe it's just because Crosshair has a thing for you, as much as he denies it. You are his favourite server, but Maker forbid that anybody knows, despite it being painfully obvious.

Obvious to everyone, but you.

You finally catch on during one stressful shift. A customer, as cursed as they are, broke you down to tears. You remained stiff lipped whilst taking a beating, but the second you entered the back of house, tears started rolling down your cheeks.

Hunter takes the burden of the customer off your shoulders, and orders you to go and take a moment to yourself out back.

The fire exit door swings open, and you storm out, holding back a choked sob as you take a seat on one of the many empty crates resting against the building.

Your head falls into your hands, elbows resting on your knees, and finally alone, you begin to cry.

Only, you're not alone. Crosshair is on the other side of the door, back resting against the wall with a forgotten cigarette pressed between his fingers. He can hear you crying, and after swallowing his feelings, and allowing them to settle in his uneasy stomach, he discards his cigarette and decides to approach you.

"Customers, huh?" Crosshair questions as he takes a seat beside you, not bothering to ask if you need a friend. He knows damn well that you do.

A series of incoherent words fall from your lips, but Crosshair can piece them together. You're venting about what just happened, mumbling and babbling away, blowing off steam with your favourite chef by your side.

In the midst of offloading your anger, Crosshair decides to weave his arm around your shoulders, and gently pull you into his grasp.

He doesn't even realise what he's done until your head comes to rest on his shoulder, lashes fluttering against his sensitive Adams apple, still venting away whilst a hand caresses your shoulder and back.

"And you wonder why I work in the kitchen," Crosshair comments, earning a laugh from you.

"Maybe I should switch, and start working in the kitchen with you," you say with a light chuckle.

Despite his stomach turning at the idea, Crosshair puts on a smile as he replies, "that wouldn't be so bad. I'm sure I could put up with you."

"Put up with me?" you repeat with a gasp, straightening your back to meet his eyes. All Crosshair does is give you a shrug, with a cheeky grin on his lips. "Phfft, I'd be the one putting up with you. I've seen how you bark at your chefs," you continue.

"I don't bark," Crosshair says with a playful glare. "I bite."

You can't help but let out a laugh, soon returning your head to his shoulder. "You wouldn't bite me," you boast.

Crosshair allows his cheek to rest against the top of your head. "I might do," he says eagerly, "but only if you waste stock."

"Oh, I'd definitely burn a burger or two," you admit, knowing damn-well that you're a riot in the kitchen.

In the midst of your nattering, Hunter makes his way through the back of house to find you, knowing that you're taking a breather outside.

Only he stops once he overhears your voice, and a certain chef talking to you.

Smiling to himself, Hunter decides that you don't need him - you have somebody else to take care of you, somebody who has been eager to talk to you, but is far more timid than he lets on.

Hunter's little plan is going smoothly, now that Crosshair is finally speaking to you, rather than keeping to himself in the kitchen.

After all, Crosshair is the main reason why you were hired. It's his own fault, drunkenly admitting that he thought a certain regular customer was attractive, and definitely his type.

Fate took its course, and Hunter found your CV in his pile only a few days later.

You were beyond perfect for the job, and maybe, just maybe, you'll be even better for a certain chef.

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[moomoog017]

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Tech x gn!reader

Synopsis: tech often gets ignored because of his constant chatter but you sit down and listen.

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. One itty bitty pinch of angst

Word Count: 791

Warnings: none

A/N: just thought it'd be cute and wholesome. Can be read as platonic or romantic. :))

“Good morning Tech.” You announced, your voice running like honey. There was a grogginess to your words. Tech and you always woke up first, it had just become routine after the few weeks you'd been with the Batch. “Good morning y/n.” Tech replied, his eyes glued to the new project he was working on. His back hunched over in the chair. Curious, you make your way over to his side with a drink in your hands. “What are you workin’ on?" Tech moves his face a little closer to his project, “I’m working on a portable communication device; also known as a ‘com link.’”

“Can I look at it?” You spoke softly and genuinely interested. Your words hit Tech’s ears and he stopped. "Uhm sure, just don't touch it.” He swivels out of the way letting you come closer to investigate the item. He pushes his goggles up intensely watching you interact with his project.

“This is super cool!” You moved your face closer to look at all the intricate mechanisms of the device. Tech's eyebrows relaxed feeling a sense of pride in his work. "Thank you y/n.” No one ever really payed attention or listened to whatever it was he was making. He was slightly confused on why you were so interested. He analysed you and your actions, deciding to speak his hypothesis.

“Are you perhaps looking to create something similar?” You looked over at him, “oh kriff no, I don't have the talent you do Tech.” Your response baffled him even more so, “well thank you but then why the indulgment in my project?” Your eyes softened, “I just think it’s really cool.” Tech’s face was stagnant so you elaborated, “I appreciate the small details and knowledge it takes in order to basically build something mechanical from scratch. I admire it.”

He finally understood, “ah I see now, your lack of knowledge on basic mechanical systems fascinates you that’s why you're admiring mine.” Ouch you thought, but he wasn't wrong. You sigh, “I tried to word it a bit more poetically, but yeah.” You looked back at the device, Tech stayed silent he was debating something in his mind.

“Apologies if that was a bit harsh, I was just confused as to why you would be interested other than for your own benefits. I’m not used to…people being interested in what I’m doing or saying…” It was a heartfelt apology, you knew his brothers got bored of what he was saying, not out of malicious intentions they just weren't invested. Your face saddened at the device, “I forgive you Tech, I know you weren't trying to be mean.”

He released a heavy sigh of relief and spoke, “If you want to learn more about my technology and mechanics I could teach you.” Your eyes shifted, “sure.” You smiled knowing it would make both of you happy. Tech fixed his goggles and came closer to you and the device. “Well when’s my first lesson?” Tech grabs a tool, “right now.” You smiled softly, “so first it is undeniably important that—” His words drifted through the air as you absorbed them, taking in all the information and asking questions.

Time seemed to fly by that morning and you two were completely indulged in his creations. While listening you couldn't help but think how good it must feel to talk to someone who wants to listen to you. It only made you more eager to ask questions, and made you feel good. With your attention completely captured you didn't see the other men huddled together gossiping about it.

“Looks like they're getting along.” Hunter’s lips threatened a smile, seeing his brother happy. “I’m hungry!” Wrecker groaned in a whisper. “Let Tech have this a little longer, even I can only take so much ‘Tech talk.’” Echo rubbed his temple recalling all the moments where he had been close to drifting off to sleep while Tech lectured him about mechanics. Crosshair said nothing, only his typical scowl and toothpick in his mouth. He watched you two interact and he was totally going to tease you for it later.

A loud rumble was heard and it had disrupted Tech and your attention. It was Wreckers stomach growling, he sheepishly smiled. “Sorry.” You chuckled. “We’ll continue this lesson later y/n,” Tech spoke and got up placing his device in a safe space. “We're you guys just waiting?” You raised a brow. “You looked like you were having fun.” Hunter smiled.

“And Tech most of all.” Crosshair finally spoke pointing his toothpick at you. Tech heard this and a the edge of his lips lifted ever so slightly. Your ears heated up, you grinned. “Stow it Crosshair,” Echo hissed. You just chuckled enjoying the mens antics.

[lonewolflupe]

For All One's Worth (One-Shot)

Here's another request for my friend @welcometo79s <3 She asked me to write about Echo's insecurities and Reader being there to reassure him, to spoil him with compliments, and maybe making some sort of confession. Oh Maker, Echo is the most badass trooper of the GAR, but I can't stop thinking of him going totally soft whenever someone shows him some affection. So have another super soft Echo boi!

The first part (struggles/insecurities/triggering) was inspired by @isthereanechoinhere96 's post and by @/YubNubHub 's (YouTube) shorts on Echo's PTSD overanalysis (part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5).

Summary: when Echo takes a break from his frustrating brothers, you're there to make sure he doesn't need to spend it in solitude Rating: Teen and up Tags: emotional hurt/comfort (insecurity/light triggering of PTSD), fluff (kissing), SFW Words: 2.053k Pairing: TBB Echo x gen!reader Read this one-shot here on AO3

Echo loved his brothers, he really did. But sometimes they made it so hard on him. He was fully aware they didn't mean it like that; they probably didn't even realise the impact their remarks had. He was ever grateful they got him out of his physical and mental prison back at Skako Minor, and his choice to leave Rex for them really meant something. Loyalty was everything, after all.

But some days, Echo wondered if he had been better off staying with Rex. Any shinies might think him a freak, but at least Rex would appreciate his skills, his abilities; his worth. Now he felt like he was stuck with hurtful pun after derogatory remark.

For instance, the one time where Crosshair had made an unsubtle remark about the so-called incompetence of having just one hand. They were setting up for a mission and some crates needed to be loaded onto the Marauder.

“Gonna need some help with these,” Crosshair had shot at his brothers, not really being a question, but more of a statement. When Echo had volunteered, Crosshair granted him an almost scornful look, silently turning the toothpick around in the corner of his mouth before continuing. “Yeah, gonna need two hands,” was his sneering reply before turning around and leaving Echo behind in astonishment.

During a recent mission in some seedy city, it had been something Wrecker had said. The squad was chasing down a Palliduvan bounty hunter to avoid a suspected assassination attempt. Even during nighttime, her chalky-white skin was hard to miss in the neon-lit streets and alleys.

When they nearly lost her in the crowd, the uncanny reflection of the lights on her skin revealed her position. A rumble from Wrecker's throat gave away his amusement before he shouted the words: “She's even paler than Echo!”

Echo's helmet concealed his unamused expression, but he made his feelings clear by bumping into Wrecker and granting him a frustrated shrug. “Come on Echo, snap out of it,” Wrecker huffed in amusement, before continuing his pursuit.

Another time it had been Tech, whilst the both of them were waiting in the ship's cockpit. With his best intentions, he had triggered something in Echo; something he wasn't keen on recalling.

“Do not move,” Tech’s voice, suddenly obnoxiously close to him, came out of nowhere. Before Echo could realise what his brother was up to, Tech was wielding a tool towards his scomp. A flash of blue light and a hissing sound made him relive Skakoan moments he would rather forget.

In shock, Echo pushed Tech away with a crude movement, making his brother look up in irritation. “Kriff, Tech, you could have warned me,” Echo shot at him, his voice higher than usual, a slight tremble in it. Tech readjusted his goggles whilst granting him a serious look. “I did. I said, ‘do not move’,” he elaborated, not sure why his words had been unclear.

Echo was trying to regain himself, but his chest was still heaving from heavy breathing. “What were you even trying to accomplish?” he asked his brother, blinking his eyes to forget the images behind them, to get a grip on reality. “I was merely trying to improve your prosthetic, so it might be in better use to aid the squad,” Tech stated, before turning around to work on some other project. Ah yes, always putting the squad ahead of oneself; how considerate of Tech.

And just now, it was Hunter. Echo couldn't even remember what it was he needed from the sergeant. He blamed himself anyway, because it was probably bad timing on his part; Hunter had retreated inside the Marauder for a reason. His enhanced senses would often cause a sensory overload, causing him to withdraw to recover and reclaim himself.

It was probably the sound of Echo's leg prosthetics that triggered the sergeant, resulting in a low groan. “Just.. need some solitude, Echo,” he grunted at his brother, making Echo stop in his steps. He could understand Hunter’s reasoning, but the thought of solitude made him stiffen.

Despite Hunter's migraine, he noticed his brother's shift in demeanour. With visible guilt written on his pained face, he turned around and tried facing Echo from behind a tensed frown. “I'm sorry, it's just- it's like electroshock torture,” he attempted describing his pain through gritted teeth, trying to push back the headache. “I'll, er- leave you to it,” Echo replied softly, slightly taken aback, before turning around and leaving the sergeant alone - and being plagued with his own thoughts.

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Echo found some place away from the ship and the squad. Not because he wanted to be alone in particular, but because he just needed a break from his brothers. The night sky was clear, painted with dark shades of blue and purple, adorned by brightly shining stars; but its beauty was currently lost on Echo.

“Need some company?” Your soft voice startled him, and he looked at you warily, as if you had shaken him from his thoughts. He was still searching for words when you continued, not wanting to put him in any discomfort, since it seemed he was already struggling enough. “I can just sit here in silence with you, if you'd like.” His face softened before he allowed a faint smile. “It's alright. I've spent enough time alone with my thoughts.”

Unlike his brothers, you understood him immediately. “Well then, anything you'd feel like sharing? Something you want off your chest?” you said softly, not trying to push him, but you wanted to let him know he wasn't alone - and didn't need to be. And when he looked at you, noticing the most comforting smile on your face, he instantly knew he wasn't.

“It's just the boys.. They.. They don't understand sometimes. They-” He interrupted himself to cast a glassy look at his mechanical arm, turning it in front of his eyes without really taking it in. Until you gently put your hand on it, snapping him from his thoughts.

“You know what? We all go through different ordeals, experiencing different hardships, and we all respond to them in our own ways. You cannot blame them for that, but most importantly, you shouldn't blame yourself for it,” you tried comforting him. He looked at you, his brows in a furrowed frown, his lips slightly parted, his eyes taking you in as you continued.

“Don't take it so hard on yourself. We all know what a formidable ARC trooper you are. What a considerate brother, and the best friend one could wish for. There is no need to prove yourself every minute.” You smiled at him, gently squeezing his mechanical arm where your hand still laid, although the gesture was lost on him. “Besides, they're not perfect either; none of us are. But you're too good to point it out to them. I really appreciate that about you.”

For a moment, you noticed a blush appearing on his pale cheeks, before he turned away his gaze and shook his head in denial. “At least they don't have any prosthetics or implants holding them back. And apart from those, what else am I besides just another clone?”

“Let me stop you right there,” you said sharply, cutting off any more negative thoughts that might haunt him. His eyes widened when you briefly cupped his chin in your hand to turn his gaze back at you. “As far as I’m aware, there is only one hero of Anaxes,” you smiled at him, the corner of your mouth almost curling into a smirk.

He chuffed, nearly certain you were just bringing it up to make him feel better. “I wouldn't have been if it hadn't been for Rex and the squad,” he mumbled softly, almost unintelligible, but you noticed he wasn't sounding as gloomy as before. You softly bumped your elbow against him. “Yes, but your actions made it possible to secure the shipyards. You saved a lot of brothers that day, Echo.”

He blinked at you for a moment, as if he didn't believe the sincerity of your words. But you weren't done yet. “And you know what? I think after your bumpy start and struggles, it is most admirable you've made it to ARC trooper. And let me tell you: you're an example and inspiration to others.”

Echo looked at you in silence whilst you expressed your admiration for him, describing your favourite moments and movements as him being an ARC trooper. As your face was radiating and your eyes shining, making wild, enthusiastic gestures with your hands to support your ardent speech, his lips slowly slid into a discreet appreciative smile.

You turned back towards him when you were finishing your passionate speech. "So no, you're not just another clone. You're ARC trooper Echo, and the best thing that could have happened to this squad and the Republic. The best thing that could have happened to me," you smiled at him, and when you realised you said the last sentence out loud, a warm feeling washed over you.

Echo looked at you for another silent moment, the corners of his mouth pushing his cheeks slightly upwards because of the smile he could no longer hide. You noticed a flicker in his eyes, as they finally shone in confidence again. "You mean that?" he asked you softly, without averting his gaze from yours. “Every word,” you replied in a whisper, before moving closer.

His heartbeat rose instantly; this time not from triggering memories, but because of your presence, you closing in on him. “You know, I, er- No one said something like.. Like that to me before,” he stammered nervously, his eyes darting around restlessly. You put your hand on his cheek in an attempt to ease his nerves. "Do I.. Do I need to repeat myself?" you asked slowly, your lips sliding into a playful smirk. “Not sure if I can handle any more praise,” he chuckled at you, as you felt him relaxing below your touch. You gently caressed his cheek with your thumb before continuing: “Too bad, because you deserve it.”

You moved in a bit closer again, whilst your gazes were still locked. “Have I ever told you about your eyes?” you whispered, the planet around you starting to blur as you had only eyes for him. “What about my eyes?” he replied softly, blinking a few times, afraid something was wrong with them. You chuffed amusedly before continuing. “I’ve never seen another clone with such eyes. Yours have the most beautiful golden glow, and I love how you make them shine with determination. How these little lights dance in them whenever I talk to you. I could just.. Just watch them forever.” You slowly tilted your head, even more mesmerised by his eyes than usual, now that they were this close.

Echo swallowed, making your focus shift to his mouth. “And those lips, you know..,” you smiled at him. “What.. What about my lips?” he muttered, not daring to make any movement, afraid he would spoil the moment. But you had his back. “Not sure yet, let me check,” you whispered, before wetting your lips and leaning forward, closing the gap between the two of you.

Your heart skipped a beat when your lips touched, how they briefly brushed against each other before you finally pressed them together. You felt how all the tension left in him melted away in a heartbeat as he indulged into your kiss. Your hand, still on his cheek, slid to the back of his head when you felt him wrapping his arm around your lower back to hold you, to move you closer. Everything around you just disappeared.

After the most soft and tender kissing, you both pulled away hesitantly to look each other in the eyes again. “So.. What do you make of them?” Echo asked softly, the tips of your noses almost touching, as the both of you weren’t ready yet to pull away any further. “They’re perfect. I could.. I could just kiss them forever,” you replied with the most genuine smile on your face. Echo swallowed before mustering the courage to continue his questioning. “Could you.. Could you repeat that?” You chuckled softly before wrapping your arms around his neck. “With pleasure,” you whispered before you moved in for more.

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Echo taglist: @welcometo79s @covert1ntrovert

[gt-abby]

Tiny!Omega AU

“THAT’S Omega?” Wrecker, exclaimed, a little too loud and close for Omega’s little ears. She could feel his breath brushing through her hair, and she shuddered.

“Wrecker…” They heard from behind them. Hunter was pressing his pointer finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose in disappointment. Wrecker wasn’t exactly known for his environmental awareness. “You’re gonna scare her if you lean in so close.” Hunter walked over and pushed the big guy a little bit back.

“So… what happened exactly?” Echo piped up from behind them, walking into the room. They were on the Marauder, after Hunter gathered around everyone to talk about the situation.

“Well, as far as I can tell,” Tech said as he clicked on a few buttons on his datapad, “We have yet to find an answer to this question.” He looked up.

Hunter scooped up his little girl with both of his palms as he held her up to their eye level. She’s never been so high before, since she was the shortest of the bunch. That took on a whole new meaning after Hunter found her on the rocks on the beach of Pabu, after looking for her for hours. Omega scratched the back of her head.

“I only just remember waking up on that rock from a nap when I heard Hunter shout my name…” she said, her voice was too small even for her. They all looked at her as if with question marks over their heads. Those four men were absolutely mountainous, even more so now that she was merely 9 centimeters tall. She cowered in front of them, unable to speak. Hunter seemed to have sensed that. He was good at reading her body language.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do now.” He said with his authoritative voice, “Tech, go with Echo to scout out the beach areas for any signs of anything unusual. Wrecker, go get some food. I’ll handle Omega.”

And so, they all left the room, each to their tasks as Hunter placed Omega back on the table and sat across from her, only his head visible above the surface.

“Hunter…” Omega began but couldn’t let any more words out before the tears started spilling out. She was shaking, and Hunter was left baffled, and unprepared.

“Hey, wow, hey, kid, it’s okay-“

She put her head in her hands as she wept, overwhelmed with emotions. Fear, anxiety, the burden of the unknown, all resurfaced once they were alone. He watched her as she let everything out, helpless in the situation of trying to comfort a child in such a bizarre state. Everything he’d been training for, all battle scenarios, survival tactics etc., were nothing compared to this. His little girl that he swore to keep from harm, needed him most, and he could do nothing. He clenched his fists under the table. They too were shaking. But he didn’t let himself break.

Hunter held out his finger and as gently as possible he lifted her tiny little chin so she would look at him.

“Everything will be okay, kid. I promise.”

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Here’s a little snippet of my new project. I hope people like this enough to keep reading in the future.

[pummoosun]

The Bad Batch having a little break!

Made two linerart vers. again as well

The fam is gonna give Omega some playtime outside (Crosshair's not feeling great, so Wrecker is staying with him inside the ship)