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webslinger-holland · 1 year ago

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All Grown Up | Hunter from The Bad Batch

Summary: Many years after Tantiss and after having settled down in Pabu, Hunter struggles to watch his eldest to go off and join the rebellion. He returns home to the comfort of family awaiting him.

Warning: SPOILERS FROM SEASON 3 FINALE BELOW THE CUT, Omega refers to the reader as her mum (though not biological), mentions of old age, other children are briefly mentioned, slightly suggestive, and just good old fashioned tears

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.8k

The gleam of the silvery moon pierced through the dark blue skyline. The cool summer breeze swept through the entirety of the island, caressing wooden chimes hanging outside homes. The crickets were out singing songs to each other. The warm yellow light twinkled in the homes of many who where still awake during the late hours of the night.

With one last look of the island, Omega began making her way across the sandy beaches. She listened to the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shoreline; her shoes leaving prints behind in the sand. A few light breezes swept the loose strands of hair out of her face. She made her way into the lower caves of the island.

Coming up over the rocks, Omega's gaze landed on the spot in which her ship was docked. She neared one of the many generators in the cave, kneeling down and flicking the switch on. The warm light that radiated from the generator brightened her face and signaled the other generators to illuminate the rest of the cave.

A low bark sounded near one of the other generators. She lifted her head and smiled to herself, knowing that it was Batcher calling out to her. She briefly spotted another figure looming and sitting beside the old lurca hound, causing her heart to clench slightly in her chest.

Slowly, Omega made her way over to the both of them. The gangplank of her ship opened to reveal Gonky waiting for her. She rounded the side of the rocks, coming up behind the two.

"Thought you could just sneak off?" Hunter questioned as he stared off towards the entrance of the cave. The corners of his lips tugged into a gentle smile. "Time hasn't dulled all my senses," Hunter reminded her.

She lowered herself to sit down right beside him, watching him carefully with a hint of nervousness behind her eyes. She didn't say anything at first, but she had a feeling he was about to give her one of his famous talks. Sure enough, Omega was right about that.

"Your mother would have woken up worried sick about you, wondering where you’d gone off to this time," Hunter stated. His eyes focused on his hands that where clasped together.

"This shouldn't be a surprise. I talked with mum about this a lot," Omega defended herself.

Her words pained him slightly. In the more recent years, Omega had found herself seeking the advice of her mother more often than him. It had a lot to do with her age; having questions about womanhood that her mother was more than willing to explain. If Omega had gone to Hunter, the conversation would have just turned more awkward than anything. And sometimes, she was afraid to ask him in fear that he'd shoot her down pointblank.

It wasn't a surprise because he had heard some of their conversations late at night when the others had gone to bed. He recalled one conversation that happened just last week. She'd said something along the lines of: "Mum? What were the Clone Wars like?" Her mother proceeded to tell her what it was like to be a field medic during the height of the war. That, despite all the bad things, Y/n had found her purpose in life and wanted to help the war cause by tending to soldiers on the field.

Hunter just really wished she hadn't said that because they wouldn't be here now if she had.

"The Rebellion needs pilots now more than ever," Omega told him. She always had that drive to help others; she was so much like her mother in that way. "I made my choice, Hunter. I want to do more."

"And we want to keep you safe," Hunter countered. He finally turned to look at her. The worry was so evident behind those beaming eyes.

His strong sense of overprotectiveness was starting to show. It almost reminded her of what he used to be like when she was much younger: how he never wanted her to go on missions and how he'd force her to stay behind on the ship. She appreciated his concern, but it wasn't needed now.

"You have, but I'm not a kid anymore." Omega weakly smiled at him. She placed her hand on her chest. "You don't have to worry about me."

He wasn't satisfied with this, slowly turning away once again. He lowered his gaze to stare down at the ground. She continued to watch his movements carefully, wondering what he was thinking about in that moment.

"You're our kid, Omega. You always will be," Hunter said plainly. She smiled at this.

"You’ve got your own kids to worry about now," Omega chuckled slightly. She thought about her three siblings, figuring that they'd be fast sleep in their beds right about now and dreaming about things far beyond this galaxy.

"And you all make me feel like an old man," Hunter huffed with a playful smile.

"Well, you kinda are." Omega teased him by bumping into his shoulder.

When he turned his head towards the light, Omega was able to see just how much time had changed his appearance. His beard had grown out and his hair was sprinkled with grey. She saw the crows feet that bunched around his eyes when he smiled.

He was frail too. He wasn't able to play with his kids as much since last summer when he injured his back. He just moved a little slower now and wasn't able to do any heavy work around the house. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since they settled on Pabu all those years ago.

Pabu was home. Omega had grown up here. His other kids were born on the island. His family and his life was here. He wanted nothing more than to keep it that way. But Omega was moving onto newer things.

"Hunter," Omega sighed. She scooted a little closer to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You've all fought enough. This...is my fight. I'm ready."

Slowly, Omega rose to stand to her feet. He watched her move away from him with so much worry and concern in his eyes. He now realized that she wasn't his little girl anymore. She was all grown up and ready to have adventures of her own.

"Yeah. I know you are," Hunter sighed to himself. His lips curved into a soft smile. He shook his head slightly. "But I'm not."

Now, Hunter stood to his feet in a slow manner. His strength wasn't like it used to be. She didn't hesitate to step forward and embrace him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin against her shoulder. When they pulled away, Omega placed her hands on his shoulders. She sent him a warm encouraging smile.

"Say goodbye to the others for me," Omega requested. She didn't need to give names because he knew she was talking about her brothers, her siblings, and her mother. He gave a single nod of the head before gesturing towards her ship.

"Off you go," Hunter had finally let her go.

By the time Hunter had gotten home, he was little surprised to see one of the lights on from his view on the street. He climbed the steps of the porch, opening the door as quietly as possible so he didn't wake the kids. His gaze landed on the familiar figure sitting in one of the living room chairs. He closed the door behind him.

"Hey," Hunter called out softly. He took a few strides towards her, kneeling down beside the armchair. He gently grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. "How come you're still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Y/n scolded him slightly. There was a twinge of annoyance in the tone of her voice. "I wake up to an empty bed and a daughter missing."

"Ah, yes. About that..." Hunter's voice trailed off. He quickly avoided her gaze and wondered how he was going to break the news to his wife. But his silence gave it away.

"She's gone, isn't she?" Y/n said rather sorrowfully.

He nodded silently in response. He fought against the tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes, but the light from the lamp illuminated them perfectly. She went to cup his cheek and sent him a weak smile.

"It was bound to happen some day," Y/n tried to reason with him. She shook her head at the notion. "She couldn't stay your little girl forever."

"No," Hunter agreed. "She couldn't. She's all grown up now."

Ever so slowly, Hunter rose to his feet alongside her. He took her spot in the chair before gently guiding her down to sit in his lap. He went to drape her legs over his lap and have them hang over the side of the chair. She wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned down to rest her head against his shoulder. He cradled her gently in his grasp.

The two parent's gazes fell on the wall where each of their children's height had been marked over the years to show their growth. There were countless tallies and dates, including both of his brothers' and the lurca hound's. They studied each mark as a reminder of how much each of their kids had grown over the years.

But Hunter's sights were stuck on a rather faded mark on the wall. He remembered the day like it was only yesterday. He loved seeing how excited Omega was to have her height marked on the wall; how Omega tried to stand as tall as she could while he used a pencil to mark it. Then, seeing over the years, her tallies had grown until she was basically his height.

"They're all growing up so fast," Y/n said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Maybe it's our sign to have another one," Hunter joked. She sent him a warning glare so he pressed a little further. "Come on. The littlest ones about five years old now. We're due for another."

"I told you I am done having babies. We've had three; that's a good number," Y/n swiftly shut down the idea of having another little one. She could think of a million reasons why that wouldn't pan out great. "We're getting too old for this. And with your bad back..."

"I know. I know. You don't have to remind me," Hunter chuckled softly, just loving how flustered she had gotten while talking about having a kid again. He pressed a gentle kiss to her check to calm her nerves.

The two of them swayed slightly in the rocking chair, basking in each other's presence. Their eyes set on the wall. The house's memories over the years came flooding back to them. The children's laughter was an ever present sound that brought the purest form of joy.

Their eldest daughter was all grown up now and out of the house. They remembered every single memory they made with her over the course of the past couple years. She had drastically changed their lives, but all for the better. And they wouldn't change a single thing.

LITERALLY AM OBSESSED WITH THAT FINAL SCENE OF OMEGA AND HUNTER. HAD TO WRITE MY OWN VERSION AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

#the bad batch #star wars #the clone wars #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x y/n #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter fluff #tbb hunter angst #crosshair #echo #wrecker #tech #omega #tbb hunter x fem!reader #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch finale

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seventeenreasonswhy · 8 months ago

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Same Team! A YJH Office Romance Pt. 9

Idol!Jeonghan x ProductionStaff!Reader

You’re serious about your job, but not as serious as Yoon Jeonghan is about flirting.

~2.1k words

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Series Content: slooowwwwww burn, fluff! but with tension!, cute flirting!, will-they-won’t-they vibes!, did I mention tension!?, some alcohol consumption, appearances by all of the members, reader is shy and gets flustered easily!, jeonghan is jeonghan-ing!

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Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who has read this series so far! There is only one chapter left after this (and it will be smutty)!! I love these two! I can't bring myself to write angst abt them so this is pure fantasy fluff haha. They’re so cute! Jeonghan is my favorite trickster-prince! Y/N is so cute and anxious~! They both give me cute aggression!!! Enjoy!

Taglist: @yeoberryx, @clownprincehoeshi, @soffiyuhh, @wonwoos-wineparty, @hamji-hae, @junniesoleilkth, @seokqt, @haniinah, @yangtyunhannie, @cherrylovescheol, @Illucere (lmk if you want to be added!)

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You looked out the car window to see late-night stragglers still making their way home from bars and karaoke rooms. It was that strange time between night and morning. You were scheduled to get to the airport before the members so you could prepare for the chaotic process of boarding a plane with idols. There were a few more security guards than usual. Older guys than you would have expected, but you guessed they needed experienced staff for this kind of thing. You kind of admired the dedication of CARATs that were willing to wake up this early to see the members off.

Your stomach flipped at the thought of seeing Jeonghan again. You hadn’t had much chance to see him since he came to your apartment last week... Your face couldn’t help but flush deep scarlet every time you thought about it. His lips on yours, his hands roaming over you, gripping you... You had to work to not get carried away remembering the feel of his body against yours.

You’re here for work, you’re here for work, you’re here for work! You repeated in your head over and over again. You were terrified that someone would pick up on whatever it was that was going on between the two of you... You were sure that your complete infatuation with him was obvious to anyone who looked at you.

This is Paris Fashion Week, Y/N! Get serious! You had dreamed of attending high-profile events like those at the Paris Fashion Week. You knew that it was going to be a whirlwind trip, and you wanted to do everything in your power to make things go smoothly for Jeonghan. He had been to Fashion Week before, but this was your first big overseas assignment. You didn’t want him to think that you were incompetent, so you had been staying up late researching every staff member and procedure that you would have to encounter. Even though you were only assisting with this trip, you wanted to anticipate every possible need.

The van arrived to a crowd of CARATs already waiting. They were holding signs that said things like “Have a safe trip Shua!” or little paper fans with Mingyu’s face on them. One CARAT was even dressed up in full Hanbok. It hit you again how different the members’ lives were from yours. To you, they had all become just people you worked with... well, almost all of them. Your heart couldn’t help but squeeze a little reading the signs some of them had made for Jeonghan. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him, you thought, wishing that you could reassure his fans out loud, that you could communicate how much you understood their feelings.

You knew that the members had arrived by the very audible shift in the crowd. You were waiting inside, security standing as a barricade between the CARATs, forming a path for the members to come through on their way to security.

Your eye picked out Jeonghan immediately, even with the flashing lights of cameras and screaming from the crowd. It was truly overwhelming. How do they deal with this every time? You couldn’t help but wonder. Jeonghan walked through the doors to the airport next to Joshua, the two of them slightly behind Mingyu. The crowd was going so wild that you couldn’t even understand what was being shouted. All you could do was watch as the three of them kept their faces down, occasionally waving at the CARATs. Jeonghan was wearing a baseball hat and had most of his face covered by a mask.

The flight you were on was semi-private, which meant it had its own security line and everyone on board was either rich enough to afford the flight or there because they were part of Seventeen’s staff. You were already on the other side of security, unable to take your eyes off Jeonghan as he and the other members of the team made their way toward you. You had been instructed to sit at the front of the coach section, right behind first class, where the members and their managers were seated. You had never flown on such a small, high-end airplane before... even coach was supposed to be a step above your average commercial flight.

Finally, the members made it through the short security line, and Jeonghan’s gaze caught yours at last. You could see his eyes crinkle into a smile right away, yours mirroring him as you beamed beneath your face mask.

“Good morning,” Jeonghan said to you, joining you at your side as the team of you walked toward the gate. He sounds sleepy, you thought, your heart already pounding from how cute he looked.

“Good morning,” you said, handing him handwipes for the plane and a coffee.

“Wah, Y/N,” he said right away, “you’re the best.” You were relieved that he couldn’t see your blush beneath your mask.

“Where’s my coffee?” Mingyu had turned around, eyeing the drink you’d handed over and putting on a pout.

“Ah, I can get you one!” you said right away, making Mingyu laugh.

“I’m kidding, Y/N-nuna,” he said, and you swore you saw him give some kind of meaningful glance between you and Jeonghan... but you were probably being paranoid.

I should have gotten all of them coffee, you thought.

“Get your own coffee,” Jeonghan said. His tone was like a sassy little kid’s... and your heart couldn’t help skipping a beat, making you smile all the more beneath your mask.

The plane you boarded with the members was the nicest airplane you’d ever seen. Buttery-smooth leather seats occupied their own spacious cubicles in first class, and even the seats in the small coach section immediately behind were wider and looked more comfortable than any airplane you’d been on. You couldn’t help staring around a bit.

Jeonghan stowed his stuff in the overhead cabinet, watching you out of the corner of his eye. It was obvious you’d never been on a plane like this before, the way you were dawdling and looking around. So cute, he thought, unable to suppress his small smile. His heart was so endeared to your wide eyes, and once again, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude that you were going on this trip. He wished he could ask his manager to trade seats with you so that you’d be sitting opposite the small aisle from him, but he knew that would be too strange of a request. You’d probably hate it if he drew that much attention to the two of you, even though part of him didn’t care. He'd had the same manager for almost ten years now, after all. It might have been wishful thinking, but he felt like if he explained the situation, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad...

But he changed his mind once he saw you seated, already pouring over a stack of papers from the folder you’d been carrying. How could he do something so brazen when you were being so careful and conscientious about everything? Though, it would be fun to see you get a little flustered...

You were checking and rechecking all of the customs forms and the itinerary for the YSL events when you felt someone settle into the seat beside you.

“...What are you doing?” you said in a low voice, trying to maintain your composure as Jeonghan leaned into you, pretending to look over the documents with you.

“Ah, so we have to be there that early...” he said, his whole body so close to you that you felt like you were going to explode.

“Ah, Jeonghan-shi,” you said in an overly nervous and high-pitched voice, glancing around at the other staff taking their seats, “don’t worry, only the staff have to arrive that early, you’ll get a separate car once the event is a little underway.” You put on the most formal tone you could, and Jeonghan glanced up at you—his face unbearably close to yours.

“But I want to arrive with nuna,” he said quietly, fixing you with the most earnest, sensual gaze you could imagine. He’s doing this on purpose, you realized, and tried to flash him a warning look. But he only smirked, refusing to move even an inch.

“Well,” you said, your nerves clearly showing in your tone, “I have to be there early—” you were cut off by the feeling of Jeonghan’s fingertips brushing against your thigh, making you bolt right out of your seat.

“I have to check this one more time with the other assistants!” you said, your voice coming out too loud. Jeonghan just looked at you, smiling smugly to himself as you walked toward the other rows of staff in coach. He watched you walk away, admiring your figure before making his way back to first class.

“You’re mean, Jeonghannie-ah,” Joshua murmured in a quiet voice as Joenghan passed him. Jeonghan noticed that his friend was also smiling to himself. It wouldn’t be surprising if Joshua had picked up on what was going on between him and you on his own, but Jeonghan had drunkenly sought his advice a month or so ago, before he was even sure if you liked him at all.

“Maybe,” Jeonghan chuckled softly, taking his seat. He was still relishing the cute look of panic on your face, the faint smell of perfume on your neck, how adorable you looked in your comfy, plane-ready clothes... He didn’t care if other people noticed that he was teasing you.

Joshua and Seungcheol were the only members who knew that you and Jeonghan were seeing each other discretely. Joshua had been pretty happy about it, but Seungcheol had been a little firmer about things. He didn’t want Jeonghan’s (or your) career to be jeopardized, but he also liked seeing Jeonghan so happy. He’d simply cautioned his friend to not do anything careless.

You had hoped that you might be able to get some sleep on the plane to help get ahead of the jetlag, but of course you couldn’t settle down. Your eyes kept landing on the back of Jeonghan’s seat—even though you couldn’t really see him. You hoped that he was at least getting some rest...

The air was smooth enough now that you could walk around. The stewardesses had dimmed the lights in first class, but you decided to make your way over, ready to pretend that you needed to ask Jeonghan something.

But as you quietly approached his seat, you could tell that he was sound asleep. His seat had been fully reclined and his head slumped to one side, his baseball hat and mask removed to reveal his beautiful face. You saw that Joshua and Mingyu were dozing off as well, and the managers seemed to be trying to sleep, their backs turned away from the aisle. I guess you can’t help but fall asleep in this cushy environment, you thought, your gaze landing once again on Jeonghan’s sleeping face.

He really looks like an angel, you couldn’t help thinking, drinking in every detail of his features. His long eyelashes, his glowing skin... he looked so peaceful and beautiful. How could a human being even look like that? You glanced one more time around the cabin to make sure no one was watching before your hand practically moved on its own, running your fingers through his silky hair, gently smoothing it away from his face.

Jeonghan’s lips curled into a smile, and his eyes fluttered open, making your hand freeze and your eyes go wide with embarrassment. He was awake!? You quickly withdrew your hand from his hair, mortified that you’d been caught in the middle of such an intimate gesture, but Jeonghan’s hand caught you immediately by the wrist, freezing you to the spot even more.

No one around the two of you seemed to stir, and Jeonghan whispered to you.

“Don’t go.” His voice shot right into your chest. The lights were low, but you could tell that he was giving you that same piercing gaze he always gave you, like he wanted to devour you. Your heart was beating thunderously loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. Seeing him stretched out beneath you, sleepily holding onto you as his thumb traced small circles along the inside of your wrist... you couldn’t refuse him.

“Close your eyes,” you mouthed softly. He smiled serenely at you and did as he was told, leaning into your touch as you stroked his hair for a bit longer—until he was sleeping for real—before cautiously making your way back to your seat, breathing deeply to calm your euphoric nerves.

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oceansssblue · 11 months ago

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Hello, I hope that you are having an amazing day. If requests are still open, I have a funny Star Wars prompt/or/oneshot if you want. You know how in Top Gun, after Maverick flirts with a lady at a bar, only to find out the next day that she is his superior officer. What about a similar situation in the Clone Wars era, in which one of the members of the Bad Batch, or one of the 501st like Fives, flirts with a female Jedi reader (who's probably in her early twenties) at the 79s, not knowing that she is a Jedi General. Only to find out the next day that she is the Jedi General assigned to them for their next mission.

Her appearance in the bar makes her look nothing like a Jedi. She just looks like a civilian until she is in her jedi robes the next day. She doesn't deliberately deceive them or anything. She just wanted to unwind after an undercover mission. She just didn't think bringing up that she is a Jedi was important, she assumed they already knew. The only hint she gave on their "date" night was a happy and playful "see you tomorrow" as they part ways to get to their respective homes/barracks. She is happy to see them the next day.

Cool fun little oneshot! Decided to go with Crosshair, seems more like his thing.

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"SEE YOU TOMORROW"

CROSSHAIR/F REDADER 📩💖

WARNINGS: ALCOHOL, FLIRTING&TEASING.

Your muscles still ache after a two year undercover mision in Alcaz. Spending long hours of running and hiding in the capital will do that to anyone; even a Jedi. Your first mision with the Order started years ago; even if you're still young right now. Everyone starts early these days; you went from youngling to padawan and Jedi Knight in just a blink of an eye. The war makes you feel older than what you really are.

It's weird being back in Coruscant. Back in a normal setting were you don't need to constantly be aware of your surroundings –even if it's instinctual, now–; where you're not constantly in danger. Entering 79's, your eyes quickly flickering over the crowd of tipsy clones and the dance floor, a tiny smile makes it up to your face. You feel inmediately relieved, somehow. You don't need to pretend here. You don't need to be a soldier, a Jedi Knight, a General. You don't have responsabilities and lifes dangling from your shoulders. Here, right now, you can just be you, a simple girl in her twenty-two's.

Happy smile still in your face, you make your way towards the bar. You order a sweet drink light on the alcohol side to start with; turning around and taking small sips while you scan the bar distractedly. There's a few eyes on you already. Not because you're necesarily pretty –though you believe yourself to look alright–; but simply necause you're one of the few natives around here, and more so a woman. Clones will always be ever the gentleman, it's ingrained in their discipline, their sense of honor; but they're still men, real humans, and they have urges like everyone else. Like Jedis do, too, no matter what many people think.

You're not really in the mood for sex, though. You're too tired for that; your plan is to spend a few hours drinking and chatting and then return to the Temple. You've got a meeting tomorrow, and you should make sure you get your well deserved, comfortable sleep. You're almost drooling thinking of a bed already, but you'd like to unwind a bit first; even though your body is tired, you feel your mind too active to surrender to dreamland yet. Plus, you need to disconect from your previous mision and adapt to your new situation; to the new changes.

A few troopers that you had the chance to meet before starting your jump around the galaxy to serve to the Jedi and the Republic recognises you, and you quickly find yourself chatting amicably in a booth with them. They're kind, and perfectly respectful; they speak to you as if you were a normal person, though –not a general, not a Jedi–, and you soon fall into a relaxed posture and a lazy smile. None of you speak about war, about their fears and worries; but of hopes and desires, jokes and secret lovers that await for them patiently all over Coruscant. Some look flustered after realising they've confessed such things in front of you; but you just shake your head and smile. You're glad they're finding some happiness wherever they can.

On your third drink in –and probably the last one, judging by your flushed cheeks and the low hum of carefree excitement & arousal spreading inside of you– you feel another stare on you. It's heavy, it's intent so clear it's almost screaming at you; and you listen to your Jedi instincts, eyes slowly flickering around the bar to find it's owner.

You come up with a pair of dark brown eyes. They're the exact same shade of most of the clones in the GAR; and yet, it's stare so much more intense. It could almost cut through you and hit someone on the other side.

You study him curiously in the same way he has been observing you before. Even sitting down in a booth with some other soldiers, you can tell he's taller than most; the shape of his body and muscles long and thin, agile, though still strong. It's impossible not to notice the tattoo around his right eye; it fits him well, really. What surprises you most about him –besides his stare– is his hair, though; a mix of greys so pretty it almost shines under the lights of the 79's.

He's still dressed up on armour, like a lot of other soldiers on the bar. His is black and grey with a few stripes of dark red; a white skull with a "99" underneath it on his right pauldron. It's right then and there when you understand who he is, who they are; and your eyes twinkle in amusement, your smile widening. This is Clone Force 99, the squad that will be under your command. The Council told you they were different, that they had special abilities very useful for battles; but they fail to mention you they were literally, physically different as well.

You understand... Crosshair's –he must be– cautious and curious study then; he might be wanting to find out who exactly their new General is, and how does she behave when she's not on duty like everyone else.

You shoot him a grin and Crosshair's neutral, almost uniterested face turns into a smirk. He arches an eyebrow, and makes a gesture with his head; a welcome for you to join them in their table. You nod and say your goodbyes to the troopers; smiling and shooting one or two more playful comments before making your way across the room, walking confidently to this squad of extraordinary men.

"Hey there, boys" you greet them, deciding for informality in order to not spoil their night of fun from the start. "Care if I join?"

There's various reactions around the table. Crosshair looks amused. Echo and Tech are purely surprised –the later one quickly scanning you almost as if trying to find information about you with just his eyes–; while Hunter looks hesitant. Wrecker is openly excited and happy.

"Yeah, take a sit!" He pushes his brothers to one side, making room for you in the circular booth their sitting in, ignoring the other's quiet, pained grunts.

They all look a little tipsy too.

You chuckle and take the offer, letting down your drink on top of the table and sitting besides Wrecker. Crosshair arches his eyebrow again, still finding amusing how you seem confident enough in a table –a bar– surrounded by men. He likes confidence in a woman, but such levels are a bit more rare.

"Comfortable?" He asks, his voice deep and smooth, almost a lazy drawl, and you grin back at him.

"Very" you answer, emphasising your answer by taking a long sip of your alcohol and laying lazily against the booths backrest.

After holding his stare for a few seconds, you turn your attention back to the rest of the group; scanning them curiously. They do de same with you.

"So, didn't have time to do a change of clothes?" You point out. "Did you come back from a mission today, or is this just an night outfit choice?"

Wrecker laughs, will Echo and Hunter show a tiny smile. Tech is completely serious still, lost in his thoughts without tearing his eyes from you. Crosshair also stares at you.

"We came back from a mission a pair of hours ago, yeah" Hunter finally answers, relaxing slowly. "Thought we should enjoy a bit of freedom before getting back to work tomorrow".

His voice is deep as well; a bit more soft yet raspy.

"Ah" you answer, smiling guiltily. "Got it. Well, I'm not going to cut out your fun, no worries. Feel free to drink and chat as much as you like. Also... This is still a good fit. Beautiful armour, guys".

This time Tech blushes, Echo clears his throat in silence and Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair, all smile widely. Ah, yes, you forgot; armours are precious to all Mandalorians, including clones, and you could have very well call them...

"So you think we're hot? That it?" Crosshair drawls, eyes interested.

You laugh shrugging your shoulders. Yeah, well, you might be a little too tipsy. This is definitely your last drink if you want to keep things professional. Force knows if you weren't a Jedi and this weren't your men you'd have had already tried to take one of them home. Huh, it seems you're not as tired as you thought.

"Pretty" you correct him, if only to mock him a bit and play with him.

Crosshair's stare darkens and you can feel his arousal and want calling you through the Force.

You smile down playing with the rim of your glass distractedly, and feeling a sudden wave of shyness. Alcohol is a dangerous thing.

The thought makes you giggle a bit.

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The night goes on, and you switch to a non-alcohol drink as promised to yourself. The conversation turns normal and more easy as the clock ticks by; all of them being very interesting, fun people to chat with. Crosshair and Echo are more reserved than the rest; different types of quiet observing and thoughtfullness. You suspect the second one isn't as comfortable with your presence as the rest –while you have no doubt that that wouldn't suppose a problem in battlefield, you know he's an excellent soldier–; while Crosshair... Crosshair's intentions are still quite clear.

He's bold, you have to say. Most troopers wouldn't want to risk being reported for misconduct even if they know most Jedis would just gently shut their intentions down if it were the case. Clones usually don't want to risk it; though it's evident that Crosshair doesn't think you will or plainly, doesn't care.

It doesn't bother you. He's attractive, and it feels good to be desired; you're a Jedi, but you're also just twenty-two, and you can't help it yourself. Still, you're nothing but polite to him, if only a bit of playfullness here and there. You're not going to go to bed with him, not before your oficial meeting; not while you can still resist.

You sigh with a smile.

"Well, boys, it has been a pleasure" you start, standing up and patting Wrecker's shoulder besides you. "But I think I'm gonna go and try to shut an eye. Have your fun without me, see you tomorrow!"

Tech eyes widen slightly, observing your retreating figure while Crosshair makes a move to follow you out of 79's.

Tech grabs his brother's shoulder and pulls him back down, ignoring Crosshair's almost snarl.

"She expressed her desire to go to sleep, Crosshair. Let her be" he opted to say, still not 100% sure of his theory before proving it with a quick search on his datapad.

Crosshair sighed and gulped down the remaining of his drink.

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No matter that the Batch had left 79's pretty late in the night, they were all rised and prepared to meet their new General at 0600 puntually. Their faces carried nag under their eyes and various degrees of tiredness; but they weren't being shipped anywhere, so there was no real problem with that. It was just a formal meeting so they could put a face to the name and greet each other; then they'll be left alone to enjoy the rest of their shore-leave day.

"I hope she's nice!" commented Wrecker while they waited up in a line in front of the Marauder.

Hunter hummed.

"I just hope she lets us do our thing" he muttered, clearly not very happy about the new placement.

None of them were particularly enthusiastic; they had never had a personal Jedi General before, and it would be a big change for everyone involved.

"I am confident she will" answered Tech, perhaps the only one holding positive thoughts about it. "I have thoroughly researched our General in the early hours of the morning and she has an impressive record on undercover missions and other side tasks. It seems she is usually sent on unusual requests as well, just like us. In adition, she is fairly easy going. I am positive we would all be able to adapt to each other well".

Right when Wrecker was going to ask with a deep frown etched on his face how did he know she was as "easy-going" as Tech affirmed, a female figure crossed the doors of the hangar walking towards them with wide confident steps.

Wrecker's, Echo's and Hunter's faces stared back in shock; while Tech nodded firmly as if he were explaining something to them, and Crosshair followed the young Jedi's movement full of intrigue and a masked surprise.

"Morning, troopers!" She greeted them, still a few meters away from them.

Her smile was radiant in the greyness of the hangar bay.

Crosshair leaned towards the smartest of his brothers, subtle.

"Punishment for fucking your Jedi General?" he asked in a distracted whispered, eyes never leaving the woman aproaching them.

Tech answered completely unbothered by his antics; posture firm.

"From an informal reprimand to proper decomissioning".

Crosshair smirked.

"I'll risk it".

He arched an eyebrow in amused defiance when she looked straight at him.

THE END.

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Taraaa! Here it is love, hope you like it! It was a little fun cheeky thing to write :)

Not checked after finishing writing it cause I have exam tomorrow and still got a few finals left, but I hope I didn't make a lot of mistakes!

Only two more requests left before I jump onto another tbb Mermaid fic. Don't worry, yall, I will reopen requests the future, just let me survive my exams first ;)

Stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

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lorilane33 · 1 year ago

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Oh this gentle giant 😭💜🥺

Hi! So I’m not going to lie, I’m not doing so good and was wondering if you could do a wrecker fluff for me with FemxR? 🥺

I was wondering if the plot could be based around wrecker confirming an attraction to reader but she was self doubts and doesn’t feel good enough because of past relationships? And wrecker is there to push all their troubles away and is soft and comforting with them and tells reader he likes her no matter what?Maybe a lil kiss too? 🥺 thank you ❤️

Never Enough

Wrecker X Fem!Reader

word count: 2.6k

After a game of truth or dare, it comes to Wreckers attention that you’re a little closed off about past relationships. So, Wrecker wants to make you feel worthy of his time.

authors note: Hello my sweet! Of course I can do some Wrecker fluff for you 🥺 I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been there before and so have many people about not feeling good enough or not being enough for others so I hope you find comfort in someone and yourself. Lots of love. Enjoy ✨

Warnings: SFW, talks about insecurities and not feeling enough (hence the title). Minor injury. Fluff. Wrecker being smitten for you. Oh an alcohol but nothing major.

After living on the Marauder for the last 100 rotations, it was actually nice for once to go back home to Kamino. Well, technically it was the Batchers home as you came from a different planet but since you were now apart of their crew, wherever they go- you go.

When you walk into the Barracks, you often forgot how awful it smelt until it hit you as soon as you stepped through the door. You turned up your nose in disgust and didn’t blame Crosshair for leaving his helmet on at all.

You got settled in your own bunk, unpacking things you’ve collected on your adventures but stop when you look across the room after the sound of some bottles clinking together. “Crosshair, where did you get that?” You laughed as he raised some bottles of alcohol.

“From the last stop we stopped at.” He smirked. “What do you guys say? Up for some drinking?”

Hunter gave Crosshair a disapproved look but he swiftly locked the doors to the barracks so they don’t get caught having a little treat. You would all usually be having some downtime but, it’s been a long day if travelling and after 15 successful missions (marked by Wrecker on the wall), you all needed a treat.

“I don’t see the harm. But, I must state that I can not drink so much as I really need to fix-.”

“Yeah, yeah come on.” Crosshair cut his brother off, nudging him towards a table.

The bunch of you sat around the table in the centre of the room, you having cleared some things away for some room and took a bottle for yourself.

“Shall we play truth or dare?” You ask with a playful gleam in your eyes.

“Yeah!” Wrecker guffaws, taking a seat next to you and you could see him already thinking of dares to ask the other Batchers. “If you don’t want to do either, take a long swig of your drink.”

“Alright Tech, you first.” Hunter turned his attention to Tech who placed down his datapad and arched an eyebrow. “Truth or dare?”

The game went on for a while. Tech was dared to erase one drawing from his bunk to much of his displeasure; comparing about how important it was. Hunter was then dared to cut a small lock of his hair off but only if Crosshair could do it which left him sour faced for the rest of the night. You were grateful that the dare you received from Tech was nothing to do with you cutting your hair but you did have to run across the white hall and bang loudly against another barracks doors then quickly retreat. You heard the angry moaning of Regs who were obviously trying to sleep. You felt bad but then again, it was a little funny.

For Wrecker’s turn he had chose truth for a change and Crosshair tried to think of something until a smug grin etched onto his lips. He started to chuckle, sliding a toothpick into his lips and held it there. He definitely knew something that you didn’t. “Who is the most attractive person you know?”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Wrecker practically beamed and then you felt a slight nudge on your shoulder, making your eyes land on the side of his head. “It’s her.”

You had brought the bottle to your lips as you awaited for his answer and couldn’t help but start to choke slightly at his confession. He said it so simply as if it was such an obvious statement that made your eyes widen and cheeks glow pink. “M-me?” You ask once you managed to clear your airway, completely stunned and bashful as he looks to you.

“Sure. You’re cute, funny, pretty and have an amazing personality! Not to mention you put up with us four.” He laughed, a beaming grin on his face as he turned his attention to you.

You would be lying if you were to say that you hadn’t had some small attraction to Wrecker recently. You started to notice that he would choose to sit next or across from you more often than not and would offer you half of his ration bar if you were still feeling peckish. Of course you declined (he needed it more than you did). You even caught him once fluffing up the pillow you slept on in the Marauder one evening before he turned in for the night.

He was very, very sweet. But, deep down you knew you didn’t deserve him. You always struggled when it came to these types of ordeals. Sure, you had, as tech calls it, ‘courted’ some people before but that was long ago. You had fallen pretty hard for one person though but the result left a rather bitter taste in your mouth.

“Oh… w-well thank you Wrekcer.” You say softly, hiding your blush by taking a sip of your drink.

Hunter cleared his throat, turning the attention back to the game. Crosshair and Tech shared an amused glance at one another and Hunter stared across at you.

“Alright, truth or dare?”

“Hmm… I’ll go with truth this time.”

“Okay,” he thought for a moment, twisting the bottle of liquor in his hands as he thought. The lock of hair he cut off was placed inside a small cloth next to him as if he didn’t want to part from it. He was glad his bandana covered it up however. “When was your last real relationship?”

It hit you pretty hard. It was such an innocent and harmless question but you couldn’t find your voice. You must have looked weak as instead of answering you brought your drink to your lips and took a big gulp. The boys complained. Especially Tech. He was not regretting erasing his drawing for future creations.

“What? Come on, that question was easy!” Hunter frowned, folding his arms over his chest.

“Rules are rules Sarge. If I don’t want to answer, I got to drink. So I did.” You spat your tongue out at him earning a low chuckle from Crosshair but Wrecker gave you an odd look. You shrugged off his gaze and resumed the game until you all decided to call it quits and head to bed. Around two hours pass and you had only been asleep for about twenty minutes or so when you stirred awake. You tried getting back to sleep but it was no use. You checked the time to see it was just past midnight and decided that now would be a good time to hit the gym to get some exercise in rather than lay awake pointlessly. Plus, you would hope it’d tire you out better.

You grabbed your things silently, deciding to fill up your water bottle in the gym, you made your way down the bright hallways.

As the gym came into view, you glanced through the windows to see if anyone else was up and having a late night session. You saw nobody at first until you recognised a large and muscular body in the corner that belonged to Wrecker.

You paused at the door, finding your legs having stopped working suddenly. Your heart began to quicken and you couldn’t help but think about what Wrecker confessed. Did he really think of you as cute and funny? You knew that you put up with the four of them but you had never seen yourself as the words he complimented you with.

As you stilled, you took a deep breath and hit the button to let the door slide open. Wrecker was facing away from you, hoisting a large bar of weights over his head, grunting as he did. Unsure wether or not to approach him, especially if he’s working out, you head towards the cooler and filled up your bottle before moving towards one of the running machines and set it up. A slight incline at a relatively fast pace.

You hopped on and started to run. Ten minutes in and Wrecker still had paid no attention to you. He was laying down now doing some bench presses so was very unlikely to look at you anyway but you certainly started to look at him. He wore only his blacks which highlighted his muscular build, arms practically bulging out at the seams. Your eyes trailed further up until you looked at his face, or the side of it from your angle. Beaten and scarred yet oh so attractive. Veins were pulsing out of his forehead and hands, the weights he was using were impressively heavy that it brought a small bead of sweat to roll down his cheek. It was foolish of you to only just realise how attractive this man was but not as foolish as you losing your footing due to your staring and tumble off from the machine.

The noise had caught Wreckers attention and he looked towards you’re direction. In an instant, he was kneeling down beside you and taking you by the arm.

“Kriff Y/N, you alright?” He looked you once over, the blacks that covered your knee was slightly torn and a small graze accompanying it from the impact.

You wince and sat up from where you were now on the floor, feeling a little embarrassed. “Yeah…” you say through gritted teeth, extending your leg to get some form of feeling.

“You got a nasty graze there. Not like you to fall over.” Wrecker chastised in a playful tone making you roll your eyes. What was you meant to say? Sorry you were distracting me with your muscles? Definitely not.

Wrecker had managed, well, very easily, pulled you up to your feet. “Sit over here.”

You had no choice as Wrecker practically lugged you over towards a seat by the window, the storming skies lighting up behind you. Sitting down, you leaned over to inspect your ripped blacks and sighed. Hunter definitely was going to have a whine at you about it. You didn’t know where Wrecker went but he came back with some bandages and kneeled back down in front of you.

“I’m fine Wrecker, I can do it myself.” You stuck o your hand for him to pass the bandage.

Stunned, he had actually slapped your hand away and took the gentlest of holds to your calf, placing your foot against his thigh for balance. “Let me.”

“O-okay.” The stammer purely came from the hold he had on you. His large fingers practically imprisoned around the lower half of your leg so you kept every willpower you had to not show the shivers that were scorching through your body.

As expected, his handiwork was a little sloppy. Often the bandage would come loose and he’d have to do it again or you would guide him to go the opposite direction. He concentrated deeply, his tongue poking out as he did which you found quite endearing.

“There. Got it!” He cheered to himself. You inspected it and it wasn’t awful but you knew you’d have to redo it maybe later in the barracks but you have him the benefit of the doubt and thanked him.

“Hey uh, Y/N? Can I ask you something?” After a few moments of silence, you found yourself looking across as Wrecker who was still kneeling in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly.

Your heart beat a little quicker but you nodded for him to continue.

“I-it’s okay if you don’t wanna answer it but… I was wondering why you didn’t answer Hunters question. You know? About your past relationships?” Wrecker asked with a small innocence in his tone.

Your lips turned downward, as did your gaze, suddenly finding the gym floor to be more interesting. “Oh… that.”

“Y-you don’t need to answer. I was just wondering which di’kut I need to beat up. It sounds to me like it ended badly?” You laughed slightly at this, his protectiveness over you shining through.

“There’s nobody. I never really had a relationship.” You sigh, deciding to just get the truth over with. You were a little embarrassed at the confession but knew Wrecker wouldn’t judge. Or, so you thought.

Wrecker looked taken aback and shifted so he was now sitting beside you rather than in front. “What? You? Never had a relationship?” He laughed loudly but instantly stopped when he saw the pained look on your features. He wasn’t laughing at the fact that you never had a relationship but the fact someone as wonderful as you didn’t have any at all.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It just seems crazy that you don’t. I mean, you’re so…” he trailed off and you wasn’t sure if you was glad he did or didn’t.

You folded your arms over your chest, leaning your back against the cold window pane and tilted your head to look up at him. “It’s because I was never good enough.” Your words stung as they let slip, salty tears brimming at your eyes which you tried so hard to not let out. Your lip quivered and you just had to look away. This would have been the first time one of the boys saw you emotional and you sure weren’t going to let it be over this.

Wreckers gaze on you was intense and you caught him shaking his head. “What? Did they tell you that?” His voice was raised and defensive, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you turn to face him so he could look longingly into your glossy eyes.

“Some did… some didn’t. I just don’t think I meet people’s expectations.” You grumbled your response, finding it hard to look at Wrecker any more.

“Well, I think you’re better than any expectation!” Wrecker said with a wide grin, nudging your shoulder to make you look back at him. “In fact we all do. It’s not easy to find someone who gets along with us and can kick just as much butt as us! You’re a part of our team for a reason. You’re good enough for us.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m sad, Wrecker.” You sigh.

“No. I think you’re good enough. Good enough for me anyway.” His words were soft and soon you found his gaze once more. Both of his eyes, even if one was cybernetic, showed such emotion that your heart beat against your chest quicker. Was what he saying true? Was you finally good enough for someone? Someone as kind, strong and handsome as Wrecker?

“I ain’t so smart or much to look at but I don’t care. As long as I have someone who makes me smile and I look for only them in crowded rooms…” he cast a quick gaze to you, making sure you were listening to him, “then I see them as good enough.”

“Really?”

“Really. In fact I kinda wanted to ask you out on a date.” He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks turning rosy. “Only if you want to. I figured that it would show how much I do like you. Uh, more than a friend you know?”

You didn’t know what came over you in that exact moment but you moved and placed both hands on his shoulders and brought your lips up to meet his rough ones. Your eyes were tightly shut and the fear of him not kissing you back was slowly creeping into the back of your mind.

You began to pull away but with one swift motion you was brought into his lap and his lips chased yours eagerly and gently. It was surprising to feel how gentle he was.

His lips rugged, able to feel the small scars against the side of his mouth tracing against your lips; but you didn’t mind. Not at all. His hands placed respectfully on your back, his large thumbs gently stroking your back.

Both of your breaths were heavy as you pulled away, eyes still closed and you buried your flushed face in the crook of his neck.

“Pretty girl.” He cooed into your hair, strong arms caging you in like you were the most delicate thing in the galaxy. “You’re more than enough.”

You’re all enough. 🤍

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The Bad Batch taking care of padawan!reader after Order 66

A/N: I won’t include Crosshair in this just because I based this off the first season technically.

Omega was the one who actually found you, they were on a different planet doing a job for Cid. While Hunter and Tech were quickly looking over the map again to find what they needed Omega spotted you walking by, she couldn’t see your face but she did see how injured your arm was.

You had just escaped a bounty hunter but not without any injures, they had gotten a good shot on your shoulder but you knew it would be hard to find any medics and you didn’t have enough coins to buy medical supplies.

You felt light headed you didn’t realize that you were losing so much blood, you didn’t even realize Omega was following behind you until you stumbled almost falling down until you felt a small hands try to help you get steady on your feet again, “are you alright?” She asked you were dumbfounded for a second until you heard someone running in your direction.

You quickly reached for your lightsaber you didn’t ignite it, but kept your hand on the handle just in case you needed it. “Wait! It’s okay they’re with me.” Omega said trying to reassure you, you wanted to believe her you gave her a worried look.

She looked over at Hunter and Tech “they’re hurt look.” She looked over at your shoulder making both of them follow her gaze, Hunter did see your lightsaber before looking at your shoulder. Now he knew why you were on edge with them, you’re a Jedi.

“We promise we won’t hurt you kid.” Hunter said lifting his hands up showing you that he wasn’t going to reach for his blaster you hesitated to release your lightsaber, “you should let us take a look at that wound.” Tech said you slowly let go of your lightsaber, before nodding to them.

You followed them back to their ship, Tech was able to clean up your wound and bandage it once he was done you were getting ready to leave, “wait you’re leaving?” Omega asked “I’ll be fine don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? That bounty hunter wounded you deeply.” Tech added “you being a Jedi makes it a higher risk as well.” They weren’t wrong, maker you were technically still a padawan too you didn’t learn everything before order 66 happened.

You decided to stay, but you still kept a wary eye on them they haven’t tried to hurt you so far but you knew to be careful it was the one thing your master told you before you both departed ways from each other. You didn’t know if they were alive or dead when you tried using the force to connect to them, you didn’t feel anything you hoped you weren’t focused enough and that your master survived order 66.

After Hunter and Tech completed the job for Cid they headed back, that’s where you met Wrecker and Echo. You warmed up to Wrecker pretty quickly even if he ruffled your hair too many times, when he learned what happened to you he promised to protect you. Echo would tell you stories about Rex and Ashoka, he saw the way your eyes brighten when he spoke about Ashoka you only saw her a few times at the Jedi temple but you heard so many stories about the adventures she went on, and that she was a pretty good fighter.

Omega quickly became a best friend to you, she showed interest in your Jedi powers and you would often show her what you could do. One time you were able to levitate a ration bar to her, you told her stories about your time being a padawan. Sometimes Omega could see the sadness in your eyes when you spoke about your master, Omega was always reassuring you that you wouldn’t be alone like that ever again.

Hunter took a while for you to warm up to, sure he did offer to shelter to you but you still felt slightly on edge with him. It wasn’t until one night when you woke up from a nightmare that you saw a different side of Hunter, even while months had passed by since order 66 the nightmares the force you felt the moment everything changed still lingered in your memories. You would sneak out of bed and just watch the stars as you tried calming down, you didn’t realize that Hunter had heard you so when he appeared from behind you it definitely caught you off guard.

“Are you alright?” With that question you told Hunter everything about your fears, “I know I’m safe here but sometimes I can’t help but think that if I even feel a slight ping of sanctuary it’s all going to be taken away.” Hunter didn’t blame you for how you felt, he still remembered the fear in that other padawan’s eyes when he saw his master fall to the hands of the clones they trusted. “We won’t allow anything to happen to you kid, I know it’s terrifying but I can promise you I won’t allow the empire to hurt you.” You looked over at Hunter and gave him a small smile, “thank you.”

Tech was quick to warm up to you, how you may ask? He. Fed. You. So. Much. Information even information on Jedi stuff that you didn’t even know! You felt like you learned so many new things from him and his word choices often confused you so you would stare at Hunter almost asking him to explain but he would only give you the same stare back, maybe you’ll sometimes use the words tech used whenever your in a stressful situation.

All of them PROTECTIVE Wrecker will literally throw a something at an clone if he thinks they’re getting too close to you, same goes for bounty hunters they better hope not to run into him or any other of the others in that matter. Hunter’s cold stare enough can keep them away from questioning about you, Omega is right beside Hunter sending them a glare as well.

Hunter teaches you on using a blaster (you’re terrible at it at first) and you ask him if you can’t just use your lightsaber, but he reminds you that it will only put you in more danger and you know he’s right. The rest (besides omega) try to help you on learning to use a blaster, sometimes you end up getting frustrated but they’ll encourage you not to give up and when you finally start getting good at your shots they all have a proud dad moment.

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ghos-twinter · 6 days ago

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The Bad Batch when you fall asleep against their shoulder

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴:,)

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒)

ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ:

Freezes for a moment when he felt you gently place your head against his shoulder, he knew you were exhausted after the mission but he just didn’t expect you to suddenly fall asleep like that it actually makes him feel warm inside though, you trusted him to let your guard down around him which to him meant that you felt safe around him too.

He sees Crosshair smirk at him but he quickly brushes it off he’ll make sure not to move around a lot so you can get plenty of rest.

He might actually close his eyes for a bit too the warmth your body radiated was comforting to him in a way and it helped calm down his senses after you wake up you quickly apologize to him but he tells he doesn’t mind it at all.

ᴄʀᴏssʜᴀɪʀ:

At first he wanted to shrug you off his shoulder but then he remembered you telling him you were having troubles sleeping at night at times you didn’t get into the details about why that was but he completely understood what you meant, at times he could stay awake for hours and would have to report for a mission the next day lacking sleep.

Wrecker sends him a smug look but Crosshair rolls his eyes and mouths “don’t be loud” to Wrecker he would quickly send glares to anyone who got too loud while you slept.

Crosshair felt weird though you being close to him felt somewhat comforting to him he didn’t know why it made him feel that way.

If you wake up you quickly apologize to Crosshair but he shrugs mumbling a “didn’t matter to me you looked tired anyways.” Doesn’t mind lending you his shoulder again if you need a quick nap.

ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ:

It doesn’t take you a long time before you fall asleep against Wrecker’s shoulder he’s too warm which makes you sleepy at first Wrecker is confused and debates on waking you up or not but when Tech tells him you’re probably just exhausted from the mission he decides not to wake you up. He completely gets it though during a mission his adrenaline can be pumping but afterwords he’s totally exhausted.

Even though at times Wrecker can be loud he’s completely silent so he doesn’t disturb your sleep he can’t help but find it cute when you mumble a few words in your sleep, some of the words he can make out and some others he can’t.

You apologize to Wrecker about sleeping on him but he shrugs “I didn’t mind! Hey did you know you talk in your sleep?” You can only hope you didn’t say anything too weird.

ᴇᴄʜᴏ:

He’s actually used to it especially when it’s you he remembers whenever you would travel with them on missions you would fall asleep on his shoulder or Five’s shoulder (depending who was the closest to you) so it wasn’t someone new to him.

Might join in with you on taking a power nap but if he stays awake he’s quick to shush the others if they start getting too loud

“I did it again didn’t I?” You ask Echo as you finally wake up from your nap he chuckles “you really need to get your sleep schedule adjusted.” You groaned “tell me about it.. sorry Echo.” He smiles at you “I don’t mind.” Echo is willing to lead you his shoulder again if you need a quick nap which in return makes you happy.

ᴛᴇᴄʜ:

Tech doesn’t shrug you off but will definitely lightly scold you about your sleeping pattern and needing a better sleeping routine you let out a small grumble before falling asleep again, Tech doesn’t mind it honestly though he’s still able to work on his datapad and plus the others can fly the marauder.

He does appreciate though that you can easily let your guard down around him he’s like oh they find me safe and warm? That’s new but he’s smiling about it.

When you wake up you apologize to Tech about falling asleep on him he’s quick to reassure you that he doesn’t mind but PLEASE get your sleeping routine in check. Seriously the amount of times he’s found you awake until the sun rises is concerning…

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neon-junkie · 1 year ago

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Y/N: How does it feel to be dating the most beautiful person in the galaxy? Wrecker: AMAZING!! INCREDIBLE!! I LOVE IT!! Tech: Words alone cannot describe the euphoric sensation that I get from sheerly being in your presence. Hunter: You really need me to pamper you again? Echo: Good. Really karking good! Crosshair: I don't know. Go and ask Hunter.

#tbb #the bad batch #tbb x you #the bad batch x you #reader insert #Y/N #hunter x you #echo x you #tech x you #wrecker x you #crosshair x you

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samspenandsword · 2 years ago

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Summary: Kinktober Day 10 — Spanking with Wrecker Pairing: Wrecker/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Spanking, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), size kink, vocal sex, mild dirty talk, kink discovery. Word Count: 1.2k

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I’m not sure how I feel about this one, it didn’t flow as well as some of the others. But regardless, I hope you guys like it!

Your senses were flooded. Absolutely overwhelmed, blanketed and deliciously smothered. Encompassed and wrapped up in Wrecker. Because everything about him was just big. And you weren't even talking about the cock buried inside you right now. You meant just him.

His hands. His shoulders. His smile. His hugs. His laugh. His chest. His thighs. His personality. His humor. His heart. Everything about Wrecker was just larger than life, and there was nothing quite like being wrapped up in him.

And nothing quite like being impaled on his cock.

Just the feel of him inside you was enough to turn you into a mewling mess. And Wrecker wasn't a quiet lover either. His own grunts and groans mingled with yours and filled the room, unencumbered by the firm kiss he had you locked into. An eager and passionate kiss, Wrecker cradled the back of your head in one large hand as you ground yourself down on him. His thighs and hips flexed underneath you in little thrusts, groaning deep in his chest at every flutter of your walls around him. His tongue was hot and heavy against your own, and you were reduced to nothing but blissed whines and keens against him.

The hand not cradling your head kneaded and squeezed the flesh of your ass with every movement of your hips, and it only worked more of those noises out of you. Wrecker eagerly returned them, back rippling as all he wanted was to be closer to you.

So caught up in you, Wrecker didn't realize he let go of your ass to smack down on it and squeeze it until your hips bucked against him, you squealed into his mouth, and the skin of his palm stung lightly.

He instantly broke away from you.

"Oh, ad'ika, sorry!"

You let him pull away, but you weren't going to let him apologize. "It's okay, Wreck. Calm down." The hands that had been digging into the muscles of his back now cupped his face reassuringly. "It's okay." You smiled a little, a touch of sheepishness in it. "I liked it."

Wrecker's brain stopped. "Uh..."

Your smile widened, mild amusement overtaking the sheepishness. "I liked it."

"Bluescreen" was an appropriate term to describe Wrecker's mind right now. Just blank. Shutting down. Unable to comprehend what you were saying.

Until the sight of your widening smile restarted him. Your smile never failed to invigorate him.

"Ad'ika..."

"It's okay, Wrecker," you said. You strained up to kiss his cheek. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

But Wrecker had liked it too. He had been so engrossed in you that he had simply done what felt good, what he wanted, rather than thinking about it.

Wrecker was usually so conscious of himself and how he handled you. Ever cognizant of his size, his sheer strength, he was always mindful of how he treated you. You were so precious to him, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally hurt you when all he wanted was to make you feel good.

So he fucked you tenderly. Gently. Softly. And as time went on, he grew more comfortable. He had fun with you, relishing in your giggles as he (gently) manhandled you and pinned you underneath him. Grinned with an uncharacteristic deviousness when he realized how you liked his size. His strength. And began using that to his advantage with you. But he still never handled you with any sort of roughness, whether that meant leaving bruises on your thighs or marking up your neck.

Or spanking.

But as Wrecker looked down at his hand, the hand that was as adept at loving you as it was at dismantling droids and setting bombs, Wrecker remembered the faint sting of your ass on his palm.

And he wanted to feel that again.

Wrecker leaned his forehead against yours. "Tell me to stop and I will, ad'ika, I... I don't want to hurt you."

You smiled affectionately at him and pressed a tender kiss to his mouth. Your hand stroked along the scars on his face, gently.

"I'm not going to break, Wrecker," you promised. "You always take such good care of me."

Wrecker shivered in your hold, and you giggled lightly against his lips. But with your words and assurances, Wrecker had a new way to silence those giggles of yours.

The first smack of his hand to your ass had your laughter turning to a squealing gasp, a little startled by it. But you instantly moaned afterwards, your pussy clenching around his cock with pleasure. Wrecker smiled into your kiss, slowly starting to rock his hips again.

The next smack came a couple minutes later, after you'd gotten a rhythm built up again. You whined into his mouth, entire body seizing with pleasure-pain.

"You do like it," Wrecker muttered against you, voice deepening with the pleased realization. "Oh, look at you, ad'ika..."

You mewled into his chest, hips starting to grind faster and faster.

Wrecker's hand smacked into your ass a third time, and you fully cried out. Your ass was starting to turn red, rippling under his touch and bouncing with each spank. Your skin tingled and stung beautifully, and all you wanted was for Wrecker to keep going.

And keep going he did.

The room was once again flooded with you and Wrecker’s vocal fucking as you rode him furiously, rocking your hips as he thrusted up into you over and over again, splitting you open around him. And while there was nothing quite like being stretched open by Wrecker’s cock, it was the occasional spank that landed on your ass that really fucked with you right now. Your mind was literally spinning with pleasure. Your core grew tighter and tighter with each smack that landed, no matter where or on which cheek. But as Wrecker landed two quick smacks to the exact same place, you broke away from his lips, crying out and feeling tears sting at your eyes.

“Oh, Maker, Wrecker, keep going!”

Wrecker’s following groan was nearly a growl. You wanted him to keep going?

Who was he to deny you?

The room was full of your cries as Wrecker wrapped an arm around your hips, stopping your grinding, and forcefully thrusting up into you. You nearly screamed as Wrecker fully pounded up into you, holding you in place with one arm and fucking into you like you were his personal little cocksleeve. And with a grin, Wrecker spanked you one last time.

And your orgasm slammed into you.

You came around Wrecker with a scream and a shudder, body rippling just like the rippling of your ass under his hand. Wrecker grunted at the clenching of you around him, hand soothing over your bright red, stinging flesh and voice soothing you through your climax.

It eventually subsided, and you trembled lightly in Wrecker's hold, sweat-slicked skin sticking to his.

"Maker, Wrecker," you breathed, smiling tiredly.

He smiled back. "Feel okay?" His hand still smoothed over your cheeks, rubbing it soothingly.

"M'okay," you said. You felt sore and stretched around his still-hard cock, but relished in the feeling of it and the subsiding, stinging numbness of your ass. You smiled a little, kissing Wrecker.

"Keep going," you whispered, squeezing your pussy around him.

Wrecker grabbed you and flipped you onto your back, his booming laugh filling the room.

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momojedi · 6 months ago

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— OMEGA

topic. hunter x gn! jedi! reader

type. loss, pt 5 note. it’s back baby. hi, hello, I’ve been super busy lately. I started my graduation year in september and I’ve been so busy since, it’s crazy :’) I’m trying to save some time out of school for writing and art so I can bring back this blog for you all! warnings. tantiss, creepy hemlock? laboratory, panicking tag list: @ooostarwarsfandom501st @shadow-rebel-223

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The air is tense as we march down the endless, sterile corridors of Tantiss, the commander's blaster barrel digging into my back threateningly while troopers and scientists scurry past us in a rush. Confused, I raise a brow. It's only when my focus drifts away from my steps and my gaze is following another hurrying doctor that I bump into someone, shoulder hitting another shoulder and a hiss erupts from the very person in front of me. "Sorry!" I immediately turn to look at them when I'm met with a deadly pair of brown eyes.

Clone eyes are nothing I'm unfamiliar with. Over the course of the Clone Wars I worked with more republic troopers than I could probably count. Time and time again have I interacted with those very brown eyes, laughed with them, cried with them and sometimes even watched the light drift from them as they slipped into a final slumber. Still, the eyes I'm pierced by now are different. They're far sharper yet exhausted, too, as if they'd seen things, very bad things. I scan the stranger's face. He looks nothing like a clone; taller, slimmer and with edgier features, yet the eyes give it away. A fine crosshair covers the side of his face.

"Watch your step." He snarls at me in a rough tone before being shoved forward by the prisoner behind him. I barely have time to register what just happened when the commander drives the blaster into my back, pushing me to move further myself.

I remain silent for a bit, stumbling forward while lingering on the strange clone internally. He seemed so ... familiar. But my mind is quickly cleared when, suddenly, the static of a comm makes my ears perk up. The commander grips my arm, making me still.

"The guests will arrive shortly, sir," a voice chirps from the other side of the line. Then I'm shoved again. "Hurry," the commando barks behind me, "we can't be late." Digging my nails into my palms and trying my best to swallow my already battered pride, I stumble ahead.

Eventually, we halt in front of a doorway. The commando types a code into the terminal and the path ahead opens, leading into a large laboratory. The air smells sterile and sharp, likely influenced by various chemical reactions and a distant beep erupts from a monitoring system behind us, far enough to seem insignificant, yet loud enough to be irritating. But that’s nothing compared to the sight in front of me that leaves me wrinkling my nose in disgust.

Dr. Karr and Hemlock stand together, deep in conversation as we approach. Hemlock looks up with a smile, and there’s a glint in his cold eyes that unsettles me, as if they see right through me. “Ah, Commander,” he addresses the trooper, assessing me while clasping his hands behind his back. “Thank you for your attendance.” I scoff. “Didn’t exactly have the choice.” At that, Hemlock chuckles dryly. “Well, Dr. Karr, they’re all yours now.” His voice is low as he speaks to her, but his gaze never leaves me. My stomach tightens, but I refuse to look away. Whether it’s an act of defiance or fear, I don’t know, but I don’t really have time to think about it anyway when I hear Dr Karr’s voice pipe up.

“Omega,” she calls flatly, and the familiar face of the little girl who had once brought me comfort appears beside her. Suddenly, as soon as the name reaches my ears, the sight of her makes my blood run cold. Memories crash into me—Hunter and his brothers, Tech’s quiet stories of their lost sister, and the night that tore me from them forever. My eyes widen, locking onto Omega. It takes every ounce of control not to start hyperventilating. My pulse races, my breath shallow, and in my head; one word repeats. Omega.

Lost in shock, I barely register the shackles loosening around my wrists. Hemlock’s smug voice drifts through the haze, but I can hardly focus. “You’ll have to excuse me,” he hums, his tone dripping with false courtesy. “I have important business to attend to. Though I trust you’re in good hands?” His question is more a statement, leaving no room for defiance. Dr. Karr nods. “Yes, sir.” He smiles, that infuriating, condescending smile. “Wonderful.” And just like that, he’s gone, the commando trailing after him.

I watch them leave, feeling utterly paralyzed, drowning in the chaos of my thoughts. What now? What am I supposed to do with all this… this truth that stands right in front of me? The weight of it presses down on me, so heavy I can barely breathe. Hunter’s desperation and sleepless nights looking for clues, Tech and Echo’s constant connections, Wrecker’s ongoing nightmares. Everything we’ve been searching for—every answer we’ve bled for—is here. But now that it’s staring me in the face, I don’t know how to handle it.

“Uhm, are you coming?”

The sound of her voice snaps me out of my daze. I spin around to find Omega watching me, hesitant, unsure. She seems smaller now, more fragile than the image I’d built up in my mind. I run my tongue over my cracked lips, trying to form words, but the world feels too overwhelming to speak. All I can do is stare, frozen in place, lost in the enormity of it all.

So I just nodded and followed quietly.

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mrsoharaa · 1 year ago

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Felicia: I can send you the address, Miguel...

Y/n: He didn't bring his phone. So...

Felicia: Oh, I can give you the address! *she chirps*

Y/n: No need. *retorts flatly, immediately*

Felicia: Can't hurt. *starts to get impatient and prude, brows furrowing with a small careless shrug*

Y/n: Might hurt. *states with a firmer tone, arms folded across chest nails seeping into suit, ready to ruthlessly pounce*

Miguel: Oye, nena...behave *chuckles and grins down at y/n, gently holding the lower part of their tense back*

*heavily inspired by a certain tiktok audio lmaooo my money is on Y/n!*

#idkkk I've just been thinking a lotttt about jealous y/n! lately and I--#YESSS I AM HERE FOR THE DRAMA #FIGHT THAT BITCH Y/N #sorry not entirely a Felicia fan...#she seems....fake AF #like she honestly looks like a home wrecker tbh (even tho she's not?)#idk I just personally don't care for her lmao sorry not sorry!#and Miggy is just like standing there #kinda amused with y/n's possessive side (he discovers he LOVES that shit) 👀👀😏✨#miguel o'hara x reader #atsv #black cat

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en-geneisaxx · 1 year ago

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Teacher: what type of punctuation is this? *puts a '-' on the board*

Me: 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧.

Jungwon: ErM aCtuAllY, iT's A 'hYPeN', 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉.

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hischeapcigar · 2 years ago

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𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

TBB Tech x reader

summary: he's seen you dressed up and he's seen you in your simple fit, but which one really gets to him?

fluff. FLUFF.

warning: slight allusion to smut so MDI!!!

word count: 2.6k ish

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble based on "never seen anything quite like you" by The Script but I ended up writing this one-shot. | comments and reblog is appreciated <3 |

You and Tech were the match made in stars. It had all started in Pabu when he first laid his eyes on you. It was like every missing puzzle was put into place. He felt a tingle in his heart, as his breath hitched at your eye-contact. You looked simple with no make-up on, you were on your way back home, so you were sure you looked like a mess. You slipped a slight smile, and he knew he was a goner.

Through all the information he has gathered in his life, he was left clueless, mouth dry and brain not being able to calculate his next move. He just stood there, and just as soon as you had shown up, you left.

He quickly decided to get over the whole incident, so he distracted himself with the data pad he owned. He succeeded, for a week, he managed to keep his thoughts at bay but then a few more days later, he was walking down the aisle of repair shops when he spotted you. You were with your friends. You were laughing and oh you looked so beautiful. He was a little jealous of your friends.

Wait.

They were his friends. It was Wrecker and Omega.

His first instinct told him to turn on his heels and move in the opposite direction but before he could do that Wrecker called him loudly.

So, he had to walk towards you. You shyly introduced yourself. He stammered a bit before he got part of his introduction out of his mouth.

It had been months since that interaction and since then you would casually show up at the hangar-47 where the marauder was stationed, hanging out with Wrecker and Omega. Before you know it, you befriended Hunter and Echo too.

But that one clone with goggles and data pad would always find his way away from you whenever he spotted you on the marauder.

Wrecker and Omega were the first ones to point out his crush on you and they would endlessly tease him about it,

“Y/N is really a nice person, but that has nothing to do with me, ' he would say every time.

This inner joke was no longer a secret when Hunter and Echo found out about it. They wouldn't participate but their knowing glance was enough for Tech to feel flustered. They started to invite you over more. And soon tech ran out excuses to take the leave.

The rest of the batch would start plotting to get you and Tech together. Like one time when Hunter invited you for dinner together and you politely accepted. You showed up at their rented hut, you knocked at the door. You hardly ever dressed up; you never had the opportunity to but tonight you had put on your favorite red dress. It was a little fancy, but you weren’t sure if you would ever get the chance to wear it.

Tech opened the door, his eyes trained on the data pad before they shot up at you. His brows raised as he looked at you from head to toe, he was in awe.

His gaze snapped back at you when you chirped “Hi, tech”

“H-Hello, Y/n” he looked confused, he even forgot to move aside to let you in, “I- um- Wrecker- wait sorry you should come-”

His words died on his tongue when your comm beeped, it was from Echo,

“Hey y/n, we had some change of plans last minute, there were some things to buy, Tech’s home, dinner’s ready, don't change your plans” there was a short giggle before the comm ended.

Nothing made sense to you, why didn't they update me before leaving? You looked up to see equally confused tech.

He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting around you.

“I- uh- well- I suggest you come in; I will immediately warm the food-”

“No- no i’ll just leave, it's okay-” you cut him off, not wanting to disturb his peace and whatever he was doing before you showed up

He finally looked at you, “Y/n, we have sufficient food, we wouldn’t want to go to waste when it was meant for you”

You didn't want to be ungrateful and still argue so you just nodded your head and went in.

That was the first time you were really in Tech’s company. Without him running away. It was awkward at first, sure, but soon you both fell into places and got comfortable.

You listened to his info dumping without a complaint. Though there were things that you didn't understand, you let them slide. You asked some of them and he patiently answered.

Before it got late you decided to leave,

“I'm immensely sorry for constant ranting, it's just that no one has shown interest. They think it’s all boring”

You smiled gently at him, “nothing to apologize about Tech, I enjoyed it”

He looked at you wide eyed and mentally cursed himself for running away from your company because he was missing out on such a kind and interesting person.

After that dinner, you and Tech got close. He sought your company every time he saw you in the market or any street. No words were exchanged but you both knew you were falling hard for each other.

The batch constantly nagged him about you, and he would get flustered, still adamant “there’s nothing between y/n and me, except good friendship”

After constant push from his brothers, he finally mustered his strength to ask you out properly. He was a blushing mess before he even got the words out.

You both were currently in the marauder cockpit where he was lying on his back fixing the wires under the control panel. He kept showing and telling you about the things to the point where you predicted his next move, and handed him the right instruments

He got up and dusted his pants and he saw you fidgeting mindlessly with the instruments telling him about your day

“-and Phee was there so that wa-”

“Y/n” his voice was high pitched that caused you to stop and look at him

You gave him the look, asking him what was up

“I- I was wondering if we could- no i mean if I could take you to-”

He was nervous, he was really nervous. So, you took his hands in yours guiding him to sit across from you, and that was enough to relax him

He took a deep breath, “y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you more than want”

You spent more time together than ever. You accompanied them on their missions. You stayed with Tech whenever he needed to repair something. You were learning too, he would assign you to fix small parts while he took care of the bigger, more complicated problems.

In no time, you felt like a part of them. Omega got a big sister like she always wanted. It had been a year of being together and all the missions together.

You all had landed back in Pabu yesterday after a mission on Teth. It was an ambush, and you were injured along with others. But for you, it was the first time. Tech felt his world falling apart when he saw the blaster hit you and you helplessly fell on the ground. He immediately ran to you, checking the signs of your heartbeat. He did not rest until you were taken back to the ship and were assisted by him, and you opened your eyes after a few hours.

Hunter had never seen Tech like that before, losing control, and panicking instead of looking for solutions. He stayed with Tech asking him if he needed anything, but every time Tech shook his head no.

Currently you were getting up from the bed to fetch yourself water when Tech emerged from the door, a tray of food and a glass of water in his hands. You immediately sat back down

“Where did you think you were going?” he asked, setting the tray beside you.

You smiled at him, grateful, “nowhere, sir”

He took his data pad and scanned your scar on your shoulder, “You need to rest one more day before I allow you out of this hut again,”

“Relax Tech, I'm okay and alive. And you guys get hit all the time but none of you let me assist the wounds,” you pouted

“y/n we are capable of nursing our injuries-”

“And you think I'm not?” you asked, raising your eyebrows

“No!” he said instantly, “it's just I'm always worried for you every time you’re on the battlefield with us, and my first priority is to look out for you, i didn't know how i just got distracted and…” he sighed looking down, “I'm trying to ease my guilt by taking care of you, because i need you” he whispered the last part.

You looked at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish, unable to utter a word. He filled the silence,

“You know i was so nervous, looking at you immobile on the ground, my brain went haywire and for the first time i was clueless about the wires” he tapped on the data pad in an anxious manner, still not making eye contact.

You cupped his face and brought his gaze back on you, “I'm sorry i made you worry, but it’s because of you that i’m alive and breathing” you reminded him gently

Hunter was shaken from the last mission so he announced that you will no longer accompany them in the mission where there’s a chance of complications and Omega will stay with you.

You were upset at first, telling them you wouldn’t sit back until you knew about their safety. You even promised them that you’ll keep your distance from the opponents. Because the truth was, they meant so much to you than you could ever imagine, but Hunter was resolute about his decision.

The morning came quicker than you thought, when they were leaving for the mission. Tech had stayed the night, as you asked him to, your legs still intertwined. The flashes of images, and soft sighs and screams from last night awoke the tingle between your legs, as a smile tugged at your lips.

Tech woke up soon after, as he pulled you closer to him, your back to his chest. He kissed your nape, before untangling from you.

“Let’s do breakfast, then I'll have to go” he sat up, the ugly reminder sank your heart,

“Can we stay in bed for 5 more minutes?” you tried to convince him, but he was already getting up,

“No y/n, i cannot afford to be late, please darling get up”

Before leaving for the mission, you helped them with their last-minute equipment needs. You even cooked and packed food for them.

Tech was hurriedly shuffling around the cockpit, getting the marauder ready to fly, while you watched him, your face distraught as you bit your fingernails. You halted his movements, grabbing his elbow,

“Tech” your breaths were uneven due to the tension in your bones

His hand slid down your arm to hold your hand, “what is it, y/n?”

You took a deep breath, “tell me, promise me you will comm me to update me about your well-being”

His expressions softened, “of course y/n, you’re worrying too much,” he gently kissed your forehead. He let go of you after squeezing your hand one last time. Then busying himself with the preparations.

Hunter had mentioned that it was a one-week mission. It was only day 2 and you missed them like crazy. You were doing just fine before they showed up, get it together y/n, you mentally scolded yourself.

Omega kept herself busy with her friends and her flying lessons with Wujing, a local pilot who Tech had hired to train Omega while he was gone.

You were at hangar-47 because Phee asked you to fix some machinery parts. Some other ship was parked there, and you didn’t like it at all, missing the batch even more.

Phee had seen you assisting Tech so here you were seated on the floor. Your jeans were stained with mud and grease. There were some stains on your face, but you were too concentrated on the task at hand that you didn’t care about your appearance.

You were trying to rearrange the wires when they accidentally touched, and a spark went off causing you to yelp. That was the first time you had taken your eyes off from your surroundings as your gaze landed on Tech, leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded in front of his chest, a little smirk on his face. Now that startled you even more.

You thought you missed him so much that you were hallucinating him,

“T-Tech?” you asked squinting your eyes trying to focus on his figure

He straightened and slowly made your way to you. “y/n” he greeted but his voice was thick, very unusual

You scrambled to get up to meet him halfway to envelope him in a hug, but he held your shoulders, resisting. He held you at a little distance, as he took in your appearance.

Suddenly you were embarrassed, you abruptly broke your eye contact as your cheeks flushed. He just stood there, holding you, examining you.

One hand settled on your waist, while the other one reached up, softly touching your neck and tilting your face to meet your gaze. You visually gulped at the look in his eyes. He was turned on. His pupils were blown wide, his mouth agape, attempting to steady his breathing.

He softly traced your lips with his thumb, parting them, as he pulled you closer by your waist. The deliberate movements made you squirm, before he whispered, “I've never seen anything quite like you tonight,”

He kissed your forehead before pulling your face away to look at you, marvel at you again.

“Missed you every second at the mission. And when I come back, I find you looking all messed up doing things that I taught you. I could take this moment now, right into the grave with me. All these stains on you…”

You felt him twitch inside his pants as he pulled you further close, rolling his hips against you, he was hard

“...see what they do to me?”

You whimpered at his words that he whispered, knowing your own voice would betray you. He smirked watching the effect his words had on you.

Your lips were aching to be touched by his, and as if he could read your mind, he closed the distance. The kiss was heated and soft at the same time, he poured all his emotions,

He missed you so much

He’s so turned on

He wants you right. now.

He moved both of you til your back made contact with the cold wall behind you. You caught the glimpse of your undone project from the corner of your eyes as you pulled away, breathing hard

“Tech…”

“What?” slightly annoyed you had to break the make out kiss

“I - I had to fix that for Phee-”

“The moment Phee brought me to you, i knew it was gonna be a long night, i told her that she’d get her stuff tomorrow,” he leaned in closer, “i also instructed her to lock the hangar because we would be so busy all night, we wouldn’t like to be bothered.”

You blushed at his plans but before you could comment, his lips were on you.

It was gonna be a long night.

thankyou for reading ^-^

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Best Pilot in the Galaxy | Tech from The Bad Batch

Summary: During a mission, Tech has a hard time allowing his ship to be driven by someone else.

Warning: slight angst and argument

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader Pilot

Type: Oneshot

The Marauder was sitting on a world in the Outer Rim called Cassander. It was a lush, green planet with a few major bodies of water. However, most notably, the planet was growing in population and had recently become Ord Mantell's most competitive trading rival.

The ship was nearly empty, except for a singular pilot sitting in the cockpit. She was not the rightful owner of the ship, but had been assigned this mission with the group of rouge clones that did own the ship. The squad was located somewhere in the capital city nearby, attempting to steal the package in which they had come for. The pilot waited patiently for the pickup call.

Now, the pilot had been waiting for nearly two hours for the call to come through the comms. She did everything she could think of to pass the time, which included rummaging through the squad's belongings. Though she didn't find anything of value.

The gonk droid made a noise as he waddled into the cockpit. The pilot went through the ship's log, seeing all the planets the squad had recently visited. Their last stop happened to be Ord Mantell where they were assigned this mission in particular.

"Y/n! Come in," Hunter's voice sounded desperate over the comms. She quickly jolted forward in her seat, pressing the button to relay a message back.

"Read you loud and clear," Y/n responded. She began clicking buttons on the control panel, preparing the ship for liftoff.

"We need a pick up. We've been compromised," Hunter explained. He was panting on the other end of the line, which probably meant they were running.

"What part of stealth mission is so hard to understand?"

"Just hurry. We don't have a lot of time. They're sending air support," Hunter warned her.

"Oh great," Y/n scoffed sarcastically.

"I'm sending you our coordinates," Tech interjected over the communications.

As the Marauder departed off the ground, the landing gear retracted back into the ship. The wings moved downwards as the ship was angled towards the sky. The engine roared to life; the ship began flying towards the rendezvous location.

The workers from the trading post were shooting their blasters at the criminals running away from them. They tried to keep up with them, firing relentlessly as they got away with some of their own goods.

It was Wrecker, Hunter, and Tech who were carrying the heavy cargo in the form of a shipping container. Normally, it would take four guys to carry the cargo, but since Wrecker was so strong, he was able to carry the left side without help. Behind them, Echo and Omega fired shots back at the workers. They covered them as the rest ran as fast as they could.

"Whatever is in here, it better be worth it." Wrecker grunted, dodging the blaster fire.

"As long as we get paid," Hunter responded.

The small squad continued running through the vast forest, maneuvering around trees in hopes of using its coverage to their advantage. They came into a clearing with the workers getting closer each second. All of the sudden, a cliff came into their view which caused them to halt in their place.

"Where's our ride?" Echo asked desperately. He peered around his shoulder with his gun still raised.

"There!" Omega pointed into the sky.

The Marauder rounded the corner of the mountain, coming into their line of view. It flew over to the edge of the cliff to meet them. The ramp lowered to hover right by the cliff, allowing the squad to climb aboard the vessel.

The blaster fire was beginning to hit the sides of the ship. The squad fired back, striking a few of the workers down. Once everyone was aboard, Hunter slammed the button on the side of the wall so the ramp was lifted.

"That's everyone," Hunter shouted. "Get us out of here!"

"Roger that," Y/n said.

Pulling a lever, the thrusters sent a powerful volt back which propelled the ship forward rapidly. By steering the ship, Y/n directed the ship back into the mountain range. She could hear the air support coming up behind them. She took a sharp turn to deter them.

The sharp turn caused each member of the squad to loose their footing and grab something nearby to steady themselves. Carefully, Tech quickly made his way into the cockpit. He leaned over the back of the pilot's seat, resting his hand on the panel for support. He hadn't taken the time to remove his helmet.

"That is sufficient," Tech announced to the pilot. "I'll take it from here."

"A little busy here," Y/n stated instead. She turned the wheel to the left, taking another sharp turn which made everything in the ship turn that way. And Tech ended up leaning a little into her.

"Wrecker," Tech ordered. He moved to sit in the co-pilot seat which was where Echo usually sat. "Get to the tail gun."

There were at least six smaller ships following them at this point, firing as many rounds as possible. The Marauder swayed to the left and right, expertly dodging each blast aimed at them. In the tail gun, Wrecker got into position before firing back at the ships. He managed to hit one of them, but it wasn't enough to bring the ship down.

Back in the cockpit, Tech began pressing a few buttons on the control panel. The pilot glared at him through the corner of her eye, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. She maintained her grip on the sides of the wheel.

"Transitioning controls back to co-pilot," Tech announced. He went to press the final red button, but she swatted his hand away. "What are you doing?" Tech demanded an explanation.

"I know how to fly," Y/n said through gritted teeth. Her eyes were still facing forward as she focused on the task at hand.

"I never said you didn't," Tech informed her. "I am simply stating that I am ready to transition controls back to me as I am more capable of flying this vessel than you. It is my ship after all," Tech said as a matter of factly.

Hunter rolled his eyes in the background. He knew it was pointless to argue over the comment.

"You weren't hired to be the pilot for this mission," Y/n argued back. "I can get us out of this."

With that comment, one of the blaster fires struck the right wing which caused it to catch on fire. The two of them peered out the window, spotting the trail of black smoke falling behind the hit.

"You were saying?" Tech replied. He gestured to the damage done to his ship. She rolled her eyes at him.

A few more ships began trailing behind them. They began firing more shots towards them. There was no way one ship could take the whole fleet down.

"Uh guys," Wrecker announced from the tail gun. "We've got more incoming."

Ignoring the comment, Tech quickly transitioned controls back to his wheel before the other pilot could protest. He gripped the wheel harshly, moving the wheel to take a sharp left hand turn. The ship was forced to swerve around the side of the mountain; a few of the enemy ships crashed into the sides as a result. She switched controls back to her wheel, taking a right hand turn. The ship weaved around another mountainside.

Behind the googles of his helmet, Tech squinted his eyes in slight irritation. He changed controls once again. He quickly grabbed onto the lever, pulling it backwards so the thrusters gave another jolt of energy. Now they were flying a little faster.

Nevertheless, another blaster hit managed to strike the back of the ship. The Marauder jolted forward from the force of the blast. The two pilots lurched forward in their seats. The others continued to hold onto things for support.

"You aren't doing much better," Y/n replied snakily. She reached forward to press the button once more. She turned the wheel as far as she could, which caused the ship to completely turn around. She pulled the lever for the extra push.

"What are you doing?" Tech exclaimed. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

Down in the tail gun, Wrecker began firing at the ships flying directly in front of them. With his expertise, he struck down three ships. Those ships exploded into a million pieces, fierce flames erupting around them. The Marauder flew through the fire without taking damage.

The enemy ships needed to turn around before continuing their chase. They quickly swerved their ships. Once the ships were facing the right way, the thrusters kicked in for that extra power. And the enemy continued their pursuit.

"I will only say this one more time," Tech's modulated voice spoke through his helmet. He turned to face her in his seat. His eyes looked angry behind his googles. "Relinquish controls now."

"Over my dead body," Y/n challenged him. She didn't take her eyes off him.

In the background, Hunter and Echo seemed to raise their eyebrows at the two pilots. They looked between them, half expecting one of them to cave in and go back to flying the ship. But neither of them faltered.

"Uh guys," Omega interrupted them.

Both of them directed their line of attention back towards flying the ship. With a quick maneuver, they managed to dodge the mountain they were heading straight for at the last second. A few more ships crashed into it.

"You're both going to get us all killed if you don't figure something out," Hunter shouted behind them.

Reaching forward, Y/n went to press a few more buttons, but Tech swatted her hand away this time. He went ahead and pressed his own buttons. He was punching in the coordinates for their destination.

"You are not the best pilot in the galaxy," Y/n claimed. She glanced at him through the corner of her eye. He kept putting in the coordinates.

"Hardly a measurable cause," Tech said with a roll of his eyes in annoyance.

"You haven't made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs," Y/n added. It was like she was insisting that it could be measurable.

"I have a theory that it can be done in twelve," Tech stated as a matter of factly.

"I highly doubt that," Y/n chuckled at the comment.

Suddenly, Y/n pressed the wheel forward with all of her might. The ship began to descend down at a rapid pace, shifting into a nose dive position. The ground was growing closer and closer with each second. The enemy ships following right behind them, firing non-stop.

Both Hunter and Echo were holding onto panels behind them. The force of falling forwards was pushing them back. They were unable to move.

"You have to pull up--" Tech ordered in a slight panic.

"Oh for the last time," Y/n shouted over him. "I know what I'm doing!"

At the last possible second, the wonderfully skilled pilot pulled the wheel into her chest so that the ship was pulled up. It was so close to touching the ground, but it missed it by a hair. The last two ships crashed into the ground, exploding suddenly and sending debris flying.

Now that the threat of the chase was finally over, Y/n could relax in her seat a little. The rest of the squad was completely silent, realizing that she had managed to get them out of the situation with little damage in the end. Beside her, Tech kept his eye on her since he was still angry with her.

The Marauder started to climb in altitude, shifting towards the edge of the planet's atmosphere. It finally passed through the atmosphere, flying through space. The stars throughout the galaxy sparkled as the planet grew small and smaller. It was now all behind them.

"Are the coordinates to Ord Mantell in?" Y/n wondered. Her voice was so much calmer now. Her shoulders slumped at her sides. But she refused to make eye contact.

"Yes. They are in," Tech informed her softly. His eyes softened behind his helmet. He studied her carefully, trying to figure out what she was thinking in that brain of hers. He quickly shook it off, directing his attention back towards the void of space in front of them.

Without thinking, Tech and Y/n went to reach for the lever to send them into hyperspace. Their hands grazed each other's with neither of them being any closer to the lever than the other. They both awkwardly pulled their hands away upon contact.

"I'm sorry," Y/n muttered under her breath.

He wasn't sure if she was apologizing for the situation they just came out of or the situation that just occurred with the lever. Nevertheless, she reached for the lever once again, pulling it back to send the ship into hyperspace.

Back at Ord Mantell, the Bad Batch went back to Cid's Parlor. They stood on the other side of her desk, having just delivered the cargo that she paid them to retrieve. She peered into the package, checking to make sure everything was there.

Behind the group, Y/n stood there in total silence. Her eyes were trained on the floor as she shifted in her place awkwardly. She waited for their boss to address them.

Beside her, Tech stood about an arm's length away. He glanced at her through the corner of his eye, taking note of her odd demeanor. He raised his finger and opened his mouth to say something to her, but he was rudely cut off.

"Looks like everything is here," Cid announced. She closed the cargo container. She began rummaging through her drawers, collecting the correct amount of credits to pay both parties.

Now Y/n went to take a few steps forward and made her way through the members of the squad. She stood in front of the desk. Her boss went ahead and placed a handful of credits in her hand.

"That is your cut," Cid told her. She handed the rest of the credits to Hunter. "And here is your cut. I'll call you when I have another job," Cid claimed.

There was a brief moment of silence in the room. Cid went to cross her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes at the company of six standing in front of her.

"You guys work well together," Cid said honestly. "You should work together more often."

In response, Y/n breathed a scoff under her breath. The boys turned their heads to look at her, slightly surprised at her reaction. She shook her head in denial.

"Yeah. Like that's ever going to happen," Y/n rolled her eyes at the notion.

Without hesitation, she spun around on the heels of her feet in order to head towards the door. She purposely bumped into Tech's shoulder a little too harshly. She left the room with the door closing behind her.

"What's wrong with her?" Cid scoffed. She looked at the rest of the squad for some form of explanation, but none of them said anything. "Fine! Be all quiet and mysterious. See if I care," Cid said.

By the time the Bad Batch left Cid's office, Y/n was nowhere to be found in the bar. They went to sit down at the bar so they could order drinks to celebrate another successful mission. They sat in complete silence, thinking about what transpired during the mission.

"Where do you think she's gone?" Echo wondered.

Though they never pulled missions together, the Bad Batch knew that the pilot worked for Cid and was stationed at Ord Mantell. They had seen her quite often over the past few months. They had grown familiar of her. And now they worried about her.

"The odds are that she returned to her flat," Tech explained. He pushed the bridge of his googles up to be more secure on his face. He kept his focus on his data pad.

"Probably," Hunter shrugged his shoulders. "But it's late. Which means it's dark out."

"Astute observation," Tech claimed sarcastically. He gave a single nod, but didn't take his eyes off his data pad.

"And she's walking back to her flat...at the edge of town...late at night," Hunter further explained.

"She will be fine," Tech stated. He knew where he was going with this. "She is always saying how she can take care of herself and doesn't need our help. Why would that change now?"

The other members remained silent. They turned their heads to take quick glances at one another. With a silent agreement, Hunter rose to his feet and went to stand by Tech. He roughly grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him out of his seat, much to his dismay.

"Go find her. Make sure she gets home safe. And apologize to her," Hunter ordered.

"I do not see why I have to be the one to apologize when I did noth--" Tech began. He was quickly cut off.

"Tech," Hunter said in a warning tone of voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, showing that he meant business.

"Fine," Tech said in defeat. "I will apologize."

With some hesitation, Tech grabbed his helmet and fitted it over his head. He began making his way towards the door of the parlor, leaving the rest of his crew behind. He walked through the deserted streets of Ord Mantell, passing a few shady people in the process.

Now Tech knew that she lived near the edge of town because she had once mentioned it during a conversation. Besides that, Tech really didn't know where to look and simply hoped he'd bump into her before she got home so he'd know she was safe. He passed by a few alleys, peeking through each one briefly.

The Marauder was parked in a hanger bay only a few blocks away from the parlor. Just as Tech passed by the hanger, he heard a familiar voice coming from his very own ship. He backtracked by taking two steps backwards. He peered into the hangar bay to glance at his ship.

Stepping into the bay, Tech tilted his head to the side in slight curiosity. The right wing of the ship began to move downwards until it lay completely horizontal. A few seconds later, Y/n began descending down the ramp with a toolbox in hand. She walked over to the wing of the ship.

Upon seeing her, Tech sharply inhaled. He felt the back of his throat close up and his shoulders tensed at his sides. He hesitantly took a few steps forward, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

Reaching upwards, Y/n placed the single toolbox onto the flat surface of the ship's wing. She proceeded to grab onto the wing before hoisting herself up onto it. She climbed to the center of the wing to assess the damage inflicted in the crossfire.

At this point, Y/n had no idea that he was also in the hanger bay with her. She opened the toolbox, rummaging through to find the right tool. The damage done to the right wing was a massive gaping hole with burnt edges from the fire. It would eventually need a panel welded to cover it up again. But for now, she focused on the internal repairs.

Thankfully, from the assessment, nothing major had been hit. A few bolts had gotten loose and a few parts needed to be replaced. She focused on that for now.

After grabbing a socket spanner, Y/n leaned down to place her arm into the gaping hole of the wing. It went so far down that her chest was practically pressed against the surface of the wing. She used the spanner to tighten some bolts.

"What...are you doing?" Tech decided to finally announce his presence. He stepped forward until he stood in the light coming from the opening of the hanger bay.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Y/n only rolled her eyes to herself. She continued her work as she preferred to focus on repairs rather than on him. She grunted softly, making sure that first bolt was nice and tight.

"What do you want Tech?" Y/n wondered. She pulled her arm out of the hole to assess her work. She didn't even bother to glance towards him, knowing he would have sent her a look of disapproval for working on his ship.

Slowly, Tech began to lower his gaze to the floor. He contemplated his next words carefully, fighting the urge to lash out at her for meddling with his ship. He liked things to be a certain way and would have much preferred if he did the actual repairs. Now Tech didn't want to fight with her so he changed his approach.

"I analyzed that you left the parlor on your own and thought it would be better if I accompany you back home," Tech explained. She huffed at his answer.

"I've told you before," Y/n began. "I can--"

"Take care of yourself," Tech finished. He adjusted the lenses of his goggles though he still wore his helmet. He noticed how she fell silent. "Yes, I've gathered that much."

"Why are you really out here?" Y/n wondered. She went to lean down again in order to tighten more bolts.

"I...could ask you the same," Tech replied slowly. He honestly felt like this was the first civil conversation they had ever had.

"I wanted to make some repairs on your precious ship since it was apparently my fault," Y/n claimed. Her tone sounding a little harsher now. She tightened two more bolts in the process.

"That is not what I meant," Tech interjected. He took a step forward. He gazed up at her figure perched on the wing, attempting to reason with her. "I was...caught up in the moment. Shouldn't have said those things," Tech confessed quietly.

"Well, don't worry. As soon as I finish up these repairs, I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again," Y/n responded.

For some reason, Tech couldn't combat a response to her comment. He simply nodded his head understandingly. He lowered his gaze to stare down at the ground and allowed her to finish her repairs in silence. He thought for some time how he could fix this relationship since it wasn't his strong suit. Fixing things was more his style.

"Blast," Y/n's voice pulled him out of his train of thought. He glanced up at her.

The sleeve of her blue flight suit had gotten in the way of her repairs. She had rolled her sleeves up to keep the material out of her way, but the sleeves continued to fall back down to her wrists every time she placed her arm in the hole. She pulled back and rose to her feet.

Without hesitation, Y/n's hands flew to the top button of her flight suit. She began to undue the buttons in which she revealed the black tank top underneath. All the while, Tech studied her carefully as her nimble fingers worked steadily. His pupils dilated behind those goggles of his.

Upon reaching her waistline, Y/n had stopped unbuttoning and shrugged the suit off her shoulders. She tied the sleeves around her waist. She dropped to her knees to continue working without the distraction of her clothes getting in the way.

Slowly, Tech raised his hand to the side of his head and clicked the bottom to save the recording to the drive. He records everything and he was certainly glad he recorded that. He wanted to revisit the recording later for his own 'research' purposes.

"There," Y/n sighed. She sat back on her knees, wiping her dirty hands on the pants of her flight suit. "Repairs are finished."

Naturally, Y/n began to pack away the tools she used and placed them back into the box. She closed the lid of the toolbox, tossing it over the edge of the wing for it to land on the ground with a thump. She then proceeded to jump down off the wing of the ship, landing a little hard so her knees buckled slightly.

Just like she promised, Y/n had every intention of leaving the hanger bay so that they'd never have to see her again. She went to walk away, but just as she passed beside him, Tech reached out and grabbed her forearm. She halted in her steps.

Neither of them could look at each other. She felt his gloved fingers digging into her bare skin, but not hard enough that it would leave marks. She slowly turned to look at him, but he kept his head down.

"I...really came here to apologize," Tech confessed. When Tech lifted his gaze to meet her face, he saw how her eyebrows went up in slight surprise. It definitely caught her off guard.

"I see," Y/n thought about his words carefully. She shifted her balance from one foot to the other. "So all those things you said back on Cassander where just...what?"

He closed his eyes, seriously regretting everything he said. "Like I said earlier, in the moment, I was incredibly frustrated with you."

"Because I wouldn't give up the controls?" Y/n said flatly.

"No, because I recognize that my levels of dopamine are elevated when I'm around you and I distance myself from you in order to prevent that from happening,” Tech confessed before he could even stop himself.

But now, hearing what he just said, Tech quickly averted his gaze away from her. He was thankful to be wearing his helmet so she wouldn't see how bright his cheeks had gotten. He released his grip on her arm, letting it fall back down to his side.

For once, Y/n actually understood what he said. Her eyebrows rose in surprise at this sudden confession. She definitely did not expect him to blurt out his emotions that night, especially after their fight on the ship. She knew better than to tease him at a time like this.

"I-I don't understand why," Tech said rather sadly. That was the first time that he'd spoken those words out loud.

What broke her heart was the tone of defeat laced with his words. It told her that he'd been wrestling with these foreign emotions and thoughts for some time. He didn't know how to react around her and so he acted with defense. He pushed those feeling away, fighting against it.

Hesitantly, Y/n lifted her hands to the sides of his helmet. She went to remove his helmet slowly, revealing his face to her for the first time today. She tossed the helmet to the side without a care in the world, but he still refused to meet her gaze.

"You are probably repulsed by me," Tech began. "From the way I treated you and the words I said to--"

But Tech wasn't able to finish that sentence. Because Y/n had taken his face in her hands and leaned upwards to press her lips against his own. He froze in his place.

His eyes were wide open in surprise. His hands were elevated on either side of him because he didn't know what to do with them. He could feel the softness of her lips still against his own. Before Tech had the chance to process what was happening, Y/n pulled away from him.

The two of them were standing so close together; the chests being pressed against one another's. Their breath mingled as their noses bumped together once or twice. He glanced down at her lips because he wanted nothing more than to taste them once more.

His hands found their way down to her hips with one hand sneaking around her lower back. He pressed that hand into her back which brought her body even closer to his. She released a small gasp.

"Apology accepted," Y/n whispered to him. She played with the edge of the plastoid armor on his chest. "And I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you."

"Why cyare?" Tech wondered. He raised his hand to the side of her face, tucking a single strand of hair behind her ear. He held his hand against her cheek.

"I should have given up the controls. You are the better pilot and it is your ship," Y/n explained with a shake of the head.

"I am not the better pilot," Tech stated firmly.

There was a moment of silence between them. "I can't make split second decisions and calculations like you do when you're flying."

"Well, I've never done the Kessel Run." Tech argued back playfully. He smiled down at her. "At least, not in twelve parsecs."

"Fourteen," Y/n corrected him. "I did it in fourteen."

"Fine. Fourteen," Tech caved in.

Slowly, Tech tilted his head to the side and began to lean down with every intention of kissing her again. But the two of them were interrupted when someone cleared their throat over by the entrance of the hanger bay. The two of them quickly pulled apart and turned to face whoever had interrupted them.

The other members of the Bad Batch stood looking at them near the entrance of the hanger. It was initially Hunter who had cleared his throat to garner their attention; he stood with his arms folded across his chest just as a disapproving father would. Beside him, Wrecker and Omega were practically squealing with each other. They couldn't contain their excitement. And Echo averted his gaze in an awkward manner.

"Care to explain yourselves?" Hunter hinted. He glanced between the two of them with a playful smirk on his face.

"I think they finally confessed that they like each other," Wrecker interrupted. His words coming out louder than anticipated. He nudged Echo who stood beside him.

"You think?" Echo glanced at him.

"It's exciting, isn't it?" Omega smiled at them.

Meanwhile, Tech quickly collected his helmet off the ground and placed it over his head once again. He hoped it would cover the blush creeping up his neck to his face. He knew he wouldn't hear the end of the taunting from his brothers anytime soon.

"Well boys. It looks like we got another member on our crew," Hunter said slowly. "Welcome to the Bad Batch."

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