#wrecker x y/n

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕟𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ

And how he loves to wrap them around you fully during the night.

One slithers to find a resting spot around your middle and then slips under your shirt, tracing patterns with his thumb over your skin as he falls asleep. Warm and large, all calloused but all soft hands holding you devoutly, just as gentle as the rest of him; the grounding feeling allows you to sink into the mattress and sleep soundly for a full night.

There are times you reach with your hand and place it above his, lazily interlocking your fingers and tracing your own patterns on his skin. A silent exchange between two people so enamored with the other, so in sync barely anything has to actually be spoken.

Wrecker with his large, open arms being the big spoon. While it just makes the most sense, considering his total stature, fuck if hes not obsessed with you being his little jetpack. Feeling the tightening of his muscles once he feels your small arms wrap around his middle and snuggle up real close into his back. Place your chin on his shoulder and a closed-mouth kiss against his neck as a goodnight kiss. He'll never sleep more soundly in his life.

But yeah, arms. Wrapping around you when you twitch in your sleep from a nightmare. Cradling you better than anything else in the world, holding you as something so precious and irreplaceable. Because to him, you are. One of the most special things to him he wouldn't trade for all the finest food. The moment he gets to lay claim on you as his, gets to hold you in his arms like this, he's never going to let go.

He's your big boy who's always got open arms for you.

tags: @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420

[deejadabbles]

A Tooka for a Puppy (Wrecker Comfort Fluff)

Idk if this has been done before, but I just really love the idea of making plushies for Wrecker, so I wrote a mini fic about the idea. This is a reader insert but the relationship between you and Wrecker isn't explicitly romantic, can be read as platonic. Also the title is based off the fact that Wrecker is a giant puppy <3

Nightmares were not unheard of on the Marauder and unfortunately, you had grown too familiar with what each crew member sounded like when the woke from them.

It was your lookout shift and, though you had been curled up with your favorite blanket in the pilot chair, you knew you needed something to drink if you were going to make it the rest of watch. You were glad you had gotten up when you did.

Just as you were pouring your drink, you heard a clatter, the muffled sounds of ragged breathing following

You were by Wrecker's side in an instant. Even as you stroked his back- his usual calming method, he scrambled around his bunk for something, desperate and still breathing hard. It took the better part of ten minutes to calm him down enough to ask what he was looking for.

"Lula," he had said, voice graveled and shaken, "I keep thinking I lost her in the middle of the night. Forget I gave her to the kid."

Wrecker had one of the kindest hearts in the galaxy, that you were sure. He practically begged you not to mention his nightmares in front of Omega.

"Don't want her to try 'an give Lula back. She needs her more than me."

It made your heart ache. No one ever gave Wrecker enough credit for his deep wealth of empathy.

You had to do something. If he didn't have Lula, maybe a whole new tooka was in order. It took several days, even though you were between missions at the moment- sewing supplies weren't exactly common on the Marauder. Some things from the med-bay's stitching helped and as for material...well, the aforementioned favorite blanket, its fabric was a decent enough mimic of tooka fur.

Now you were standing in the hallway to the bunks, waiting for Wrecker to switch off his watch shift with Hunter. You heard his thudding footfalls first, then a loud yawn as he ducked through the door way.

He blinked a little when he saw you but quickly had that cute smile on.

"I've got a surprise for you."

Wrecker's face was alight in an instant, he loved getting presents, especially since they were so rare. "Oooo! What is it, what is it?!"

Slowly, and maybe a little sheepishly, you pulled your hand from behind your back, "I know she's not Lula, but, I thought maybe a new Tooka could help you sleep better."

He all but froze as he stared down at the stuffed animal. As if he were afraid it was made of glass, he raised his hand, not even daring to grab it as he just brushed his fingers along the fabric.

"You...you made this?"

You nodded.

"For me?"

A little chuckle, "Yes, Wrecker. You were so sweet, giving Lula to Omega even though you still need her, I just wanted you to have-"

Before your sentence was even finished, big arms scooped you up and hoisted you off your feet. Wrecker all but buried his face in your shoulder as he spun you around, that boyish laugh bubbling in his throat.

Though, even when the motion slowed, he stayed like that a moment longer, arms wrapped around you and forehead braced against your neck. When Wrecker finally pulled back you thought you saw a glimmer of tears in the crinkled corner of his eyes.

You smiled back at him, and pressed the doll into his hands. He hugged it to his chest- but his face fell just a bit as his thumb ran over the fuzzy material.

"She looks like that blanket you love!" he gasped, mind putting two and two together.

You shrugged, "Eh, I've been needing to get a new one for awhile, figured it could make a better tooka than a cover."

His expression said he didn't quite believe you, but, because this was Wrecker, he just pulled that determined grin. "First chance I get, I'm gonna get you the BEST blanket in the galaxy!"

That made you laugh, there he went again, thinking of others, "Thanks, Wrecker."

"No, thank you! " he pulled you into a one armed hugged this time, cheek resting on your head as he said, "You're the best."

A content sigh left you when you returned the gesture, enjoying the soft warmth of the embrace. "Nah, you are big guy."

[starryevermore]

the bad batch’s little matchmaker ✧ wrecker

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request: Omega and Wrecker going to the market and omega realizes it's cause Wrecker likes one of the fruit stand sellers. She 100% helps him figure out a way to ask the seller out - @captainsbestgal​

pairing: wrecker x fem!reader; omega x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: omega is determined to find out why wrecker keeps sneaking off to the market.

word count: 1,398

warnings?: meddlesome omega, mutual pining, idiots in love, not proofread

Omega had long since been suspicious of Wrecker’s affinity for going to the market. It made sense after missions, of course. They had to get their Mantell Mix, after all! But, it was odd how Wrecker would find an excuse to go to the market when they had a rare day off. Sometimes two, even three, times a day, even! Perhaps even stranger, he almost never came back with anything! There was only two real options in Omega’s mind: either (a) Wrecker was keeping a secret from their brothers and her; or (b) Wrecker was sneaking off to get his own snacks and wasn’t sharing her her! She wasn’t sure which was more annoying, but she did know that she was going to get to the bottom of it, once and for all. 

So, when Wrecker announced that he would be going to the market, Omega was quick to jump up and offer to go with him. It was the perfect opportunity, in Omega’s not-so-professional opinion. They were between missions, waiting for Cid to tell them to recover treasure or save someone or whatever it was that she needed them to do. Which meant that there was almost nothing for them to do while they waited except, well, wait. And, oh, has Omega waited for this opportunity. 

“Oh, uh—” Wrecker looked up, trying to figure out an excuse. “That’s alright! It’s really boring out there—”

“Then why have you been there twice today already?” Omega asked. She let out a dramatic sigh. “C’mon please? It’s more boring here!”

Hunter glanced up from whatever Tech was showing him on his datapad and gave Wrecker a look. The kind of look that said stop-kriffing-arguing-already. “Just take her with you,” Hunter grunted. 

“But—” Wrecker began to protest. Then, he let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Fine.”

Omega cheered and ran over to Wrecker, grabbing his hand and tugging him out of Cid’s parlor. “C’mon! Let’s go get some snacks!”

And, just like that, Wrecker’s sour, slightly annoyed mood lifted. A smile stretched across Wrecker’s face, an almost bounce in his step, as he listed the different snacks he wanted to get. When they reached the market, Omega pulled him toward the Mantell Mix stall, ordering a couple cartons. Omega had dropped Wrecker’s hand to pick up the two cartons. She turned to hand him a carton, the one that was slightly overfilled, but found that her brother had disappeared. 

Shoot. Where did he go? How did he move so fast, so silently? Omega looked around, searching for him. It shouldn’t have been a difficult task. Wrecker stood out among clones. Surely he would stand out among the various species frequenting the market. 

Finally, she saw him. He was smiling, leaning against a fruit stall, talking to the woman handing him fresh meilooruns. Omega ran up to him, dodging a few patrons along the way. 

“Wrecker! You left me!” Omega said when she reached him. 

Wrecker’s face burned red, his eyes starting between her and the woman behind the stall. “Oh, uhh—” Wrecker paused, trying to figure out what to say. “I told you I was coming over here?”

“No, you didn’t!” Omega argued back. “You didn’t say anything! I just turned around and you were gone!”

“Uhh—” 

“You’re Omega, aren’t you?” you, the woman behind the stall, asked. 

Omega frowned, eyes narrowing. Who were you? Why did you know her name? Omega knew enough from going on missions with her brothers, knew enough from Hunter’s countless warnings, to know she shouldn’t trust someone who just happened to know who she was. “Why?”

“Wrecker talks about you a lot when he stops by,” you explained. “He stopped by this morning, asking if I had any meilooruns. Said that he wanted to share some with you. Talked a lot about how he loves sharing his favorite foods with his little sister.”

Wrecker’s already red face became an even deeper shade of red. He looked down, shuffling his feet.

And just like that, a lightbulb went off over Omega’s head. Wrecker wasn’t just running off to the market. He was running off to the market to see you. It made sense. As Omega looked at you, she realized you were very pretty. Wrecker liked pretty things almost as much as he loved food, perhaps even more. Combine the two? Well, it made sense that Wrecker would like to sneak off to see you. 

But it was more than that, wasn’t it? There was…fondness? Was that the word? Regardless, it was clear in your voice when you spoke about Wrecker. Omega watched as you passed Wrecker a few more meilooruns, the way you touched his wrist gently, your fingers lingering for a second, two seconds. Wrecker smiled so wide Omega was sure it had to hurt, his own fingers lingering on you.

“I told him that I was expecting a shipment in the afternoon and that I’d hold a few for him,” you continued. “When I saw him, I waved him over. It was my fault that he wandered off without you. Don’t be too upset with him, please. I didn’t realize you were with him when I saw him, otherwise I would have been more patient.” You reached over, handing Omega a meiloorun.

Omega turned the fruit over in her hands. She glanced up at Wrecker, whose eyes had gone all wide and his lips had fallen into a pout. She knew that her brother wanted her to forgive him—and honestly, she already had, after she realized why he had run off. But…Well, how long had Wrecker been doing this? Running off to the market too ee you and never make a move? 

“I’ll forgive him—” she began. Wrecker cheered, pumping his fist in the air, nearly dropping a few meilooruns. “—if you go on a date with him.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?”

“C’mon, please? Wrecker talks about you all the time!” Omega lied. She knew he was going to complain about it, but it was necessary. Her brother deserved to be loved. 

“What? I do not!” Wrecker protested. 

Your mouth closed as you looked at Wrecker. You licked your lips, hesitating. Then— “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Well—yeah!” Wrecker said. “I mean, you’re nice, and you’re pretty, and you always have the best fruit recommendations, and you’re really pretty, and—”

You laughed. “Well, if you like my recommendations, then why don’t you meet me here at six? And I can take you to my favorite restaurant.”

Wrecker was nodding along, hanging on to your every word. “Yeah! I’d love that! And could we go to the ice cream place after?”

“Of course we can.”

“Okay! I’ll be here at six!”

Wrecker and Omega then bid farewell to you, before walking back to Cid’s. As they walked back, Wrecker was practically buzzing with excitement. Omega kept waiting for Wrecker to say something about what happened, but he didn’t. Not until they stood right out of Cid’s. 

“Hey, uh—Thanks for that,” Wrecker said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really appreciate it.”

“You should’ve let me come along to the market with you sooner, and you and her could already be dating,” Omega teased. 

Wrecker’s face burned red again. “You think she would like to date me?”

“Duh,” Omega said. “She’d be an idiot not to.”

“She’s not an idiot. She’s really smart!” Wrecker said. “Smart as Tech, even! Well, maybe not that smart because no one’s as smart as Tech, not even droids. But she is really smart!” 

“Then of course she’d date you,” Omega said. “She did ask you out after all, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, she did!” Wrecker beamed. “Thank you, again. I really like her, and I was really nervous that she wouldn’t want to be, you know, with a guy like me.”

“Well, like I said, she’d be an idiot to not want to date you, and she’s very smart. So of course she’d like you back.”

Wrecker smiled again, before noticing Echo, Tech, and Hunter. He ran into Cid’s, holding up the meilooruns, and shouting about what he found. Omega let out a laugh before following him in. You know, maybe she should do a little more matchmaking around here. She did have more brothers to set up, didn’t she? That wouldn’t be that bad at all. 

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Love Wrecker, you know he’d be the sweetest.

Prompt used:

Smol has to stand on their tippy toes to kiss Tol.  Or the reverse, Tol has to bend down to kiss Smol.

You loved Wrecker, he was honestly the sweetest man you knew and couldn’t he happier than to be in a relationship with the clone, though sometimes you did wish that you were a little taller so you could properly kiss the man.

Glancing up at Wrecker you then stepped closer to the man giving him a small pout only for the man to give you a bright grin. He was giant compared to you, his large hand always dwarfing yours as he took it in his yet he always gentle.

Titling his head to the side and not wanting you to have to reach his lips the man happily bent down to give your lips a gentle kiss. His hands holding your waist gently.

Melting into the kiss, you smiled against his lips letting your eyes close. Some people may have been scared of Wrecker.

But not you, never you. He will always be your gentle giant.

[the-writer-in-the-winter-forest]

Bad Batch writing challenge!!

Wrecker hasn't memorized hand signals, but...

Write Wreckers significant other as either deaf or mute. Thus, the need for ASL would be required. Or in Star Wars regarding Galactic Basic, it's probably more like BSL or GBSL... or ASL if we say it's Aurebesh Sign Language....oh boy

Anyway, it would be a nice challenge for our favorite Clone tank to learn a skill out of deep devotion and love. Good challenge for writers to dip their hand in the ASL area of characters and generate their creativity with a form of nonverbal communication, romantic gestures, and smut 🔥

Think of the possibilities. 😁

(I took ASL in college and am self-taught to this day.)

[lorilane33]

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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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.

[seventeenreasonswhy]

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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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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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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⋆ ★ ᴏᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀꜱʜʏ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ʙꜰꜰʀ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘᴡᴘ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛꜱ ʜᴏʀɴʏ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ !

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The inner workings and pipes in the Marauder are freezing.

Tech had been working on fixing the heater the whole day and night before they were supposed to leave Ord Mantell; he insisted by then it would be fixed (I have estimated the approximate time it should take, and my calculations are seldom wrong, he said), but they still ended up taking off with it still broken and creaking unsettlingly in the walls.

Wrecker shakes from the freezing temperatures, even in his blacks and the blanket that covers barely half of his body. Perhaps that explains it. He stirs, shifting and turning with unease, trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed. But then he remembers that she is beside him. Perhaps if he went and run his fingers across her skin, it would warm him up just perfectly…

But when he reaches for her with an arm, eyes still closed, he meets the cool air instead. One of his eyes peels open and he frowns, slightly blinded by the light peaking through the fresher door just across the way. He groans, adjusting so his back lies on the cot, and rubs his eyes, resting his hands above his head once he’s done. The lack of her presence must’ve woken him up, and now a shiver rushes down his spine and he hisses. Kriff, why does space have to be so cold? 

Slightly wavering in his movements, he adjusts and pushes himself up, his head hanging low as he sits up and lets his legs hang over the mattress and his sock-clad feet thump on the floor roughly. His legs still feel weak, incredibly and strangely weaker than normal as he stands up.

Wrecker can hear her soft humming from the fresher, her little lullaby-like voice chiming into the sound of empty hyperspace so blissfully. He smiles, his eyes almost fluttering close as he stops for just a moment to listen. When they open, he takes a quick look around him; Omega is still asleep, softly breathing into herself with Lula cuddled close to her chest, and he can hear Hunter and Echo's matching, melodic snoring in the cots. There were no discernible sounds of a datapad clicking either, so Tech must be sleeping as well, for once. Meaning Wrecker and her are the only two up. 

He aimlessly drifts through the ship, like the wind on a beach landscape, keeping a listening ear on the sound of her sleepy hum until he takes a seat on the pilot's chair in the cockpit. He sighs, finally closing his eyes fully and letting the light of the hyperspace trails dance over his skin. He takes in a long breath through his nose and lets out a warm breath of air, so focused on his own breathing he doesn’t hear her light steps toward him. 

Two small, nimble hands come to his shoulders and he startles. His eyes snap open and he turns his chin, meeting her tired eyes as she quickly moves from where she stood before to in front of him. She grins.

“You’re up?”

He nods with a pout. 

“Woke up when you left the bed,” He explains, and she mumbles a quiet 'mhm.' She leans into his voice, hands slowly pressing into him harder as her arm lies on his chest. Her knees come to rest between his two legs and she sighs when he finally relaxes. His arms come up as well, and his hands embosom her hips fondly. “You’re my heater.”

She scoffs softly and rolls her eyes. When she shifts closer again, he grins softly and sighs blissfully with her warmth. She tilts her head curiously and lifts her eyebrows. 

“I am?” She mumbles, one hand reaching up and holding his jaw. She tries to get more comfortable, spreading her legs and slowly inching until she’s completely on top of him, straddling his lap and her head leans in, lips hovering over his. He stammers, gazing away for a brief moment to try and catch his bearings.

"...Yep, yep you are," He says. She nods, taking her hands and reaching down the neck of his blacks, the warm and soft skin of her palms making contact with his freezing skin. She stifles a little squeal of surprise, but only sinks her hands in deeper. He lets out a groan, louder than he expected, and she quickly rushes to cover the sound with her mouth.

“You really are cold,” She comments when she pulls away and her hands slip out. He smiles bashfully, hands softly trailing up and down the sides of her body, reveling in the heat that radiates off of her even through the clothes of her thin sleepwear. When she leans in more and lets her warm breath fan out over the expanse right where his jawline and neck met, he groans and his head falls onto the headboard. 

“How are you so warm?” He rasps. She chuckles and shrugs obliviously. 

“Aren’t clones supposed to run hot?”

He bargains with a whine, gripping her harder and she giggles.

“Normally,” He says. “But not today, I guess.”

“Hm, I’m sorry, Wreck,” She responds kindly, yet also cheekily as she pulls away. He doesn't appreciate it. But she makes it up when her hand on his chest begins to trail downward and the other holding his face arches it up so he can look into her eyes. “Would you like me to warm you up?”

He looks up and gawks, eyes wide. She looks back feigning confusion and grins.

“What?” She says.

“Kriff, cyare…” He pulls a hand away to knead at a worried wrinkle on his forehead. It wasn’t like the two hadn’t had sex before, not at all, but in this condition… with everyone else on the ship… Hunter is quite a light sleeper… 

He panics ever so slightly. 

“I-I dunno if we can keep quiet…” He mutters, avoiding her gaze even as she laughs sweetly in the back of her throat. 

“It’s okay,” She reassures him,  moving her hand up and down over his jaw until it finally comes to rest under his chin. “I don’t have to move.”

He frowns, bemused. She giggles again and squirms in his lap, readjusting so her core rested on his crotch, making his body (and one part in particular) stiffen quickly under her touch.

“You’re just… gonna sit?” He confirms, eyes wide and eyebrows scrunched together. Unsure now seeing the expression he wears, she whines squeamishly and shrugs. 

“It’ll keep us both warm,” she explains, eyes softening the longer his eyes stay on hers. She rolls her hips softly, the hand drifting downward finally reaching underneath his blacks; the expanse of her sweet, warm palm spread over his abdomen. Wrecker sighs blissfully at the touch; his eyes close and he gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing aggressively.

“Does that feel good?” She asks, softly moving it up and down the expanse of his skin. He nods again, the other hand that went up returning back to her hips and guiding her again to rock her hips a little. “Is it ok if I do that?”

Wrecker groans.

“Yes,” He rasps out almost immediately, clutching at her harder. "Please... just do anything. I’m freezing over here.”

She smiles, but he barely notices; he does, however, notice how quickly she goes to fumble with the bottom part of his blacks, pulling it down to his thighs before he stops her swiftly. She tilts her head and he stammers out the next word.

“It’s unfair, don’t you think?” He says, gesturing down to her body, still shielded by her sleepwear. “That I should be the only one without pants.”

She huffs.

"Right," She says, and before he can blink she’s pulled down her shorts and her panties and climbs back on top of him, arms loosely wrapped around his neck as she pulls him in for a kiss. 

He meets her halfway and takes advantage of her open mouth as much as possible. His head cranes closer and his hands clutch at the skin of her bare thighs, slowly kneading them under his touch and she sighs blissfully into his mouth. A hand trails away; methodically through the kiss, he pulls her down closer to him, and his hand slowly inches closer and closer to the sensitive skin of her folds. 

Two large fingers trace the area around her entrance, the pad of his thumb pressing against her clit and she bucks into it, pulling her mouth away from his with a whine.

“C’mon…” She complains, already impatient. Even with her begging, puppy-dog eyes, Wrecker stays persistent. He shakes his head.

“No exceptions,” He tells her, thoughtfully rubbing again to relieve the tension and she sighs. Despite them both being desperate, he is always going to make sure that he won’t hurt her by pushing in too quickly or without prep. 

When he pushes one finger through her entrance and slowly seats it inside of her, she gasps and nuzzles into his neck with a squeak. He grins sweetly; the other hand still cradling her waist drift upwards, trailing down her arm until their fingers interlock gently, all while he slowly moves his digit back and forth, trying to loosen up the tension.

“You’re so warm…” He mumbles, slowly circling in a second finger and slipping it in. She squeezes the hand she holds, flattered. 

“And you’re cold,” she remarks, slowly rocking herself down onto him to reach further depths. He curls his fingers, softly searching for the right spot inside of her, careful and sweet but devastating due to the sheer mass of him, and when she writhes and gasps after he brushes over a particular spot, he smiles.

“Is that it?” He asks. She nods weakly. 

“Yeah," She squeaks but stops herself by surging forward and slotting their lips together, rocking herself on his fingers to encourage him to please, please keep going. She pulls away for a moment, a moan escaping her lips a little too loud; he clamps his palm over her mouth. Her eyes widen and she squirms away from the clasp, looking at him skeptically. “I’m sorry,” She says, slowly beginning to pick up the pace again. “I’ll be quiet. Just, please…”

He smiles sympathetically. 

“F’course, gorgeous,” He tells her. He moves his fingers, curling them against her g-spot again, but frowns when she just sits there. He raises an eyebrow and she gapes. “Well, c’mon. I can’t do all the work here.”

And with a cute whimper, she helps him slowly. Keeping herself steady on top of his lap with a hand on his shoulder, he slowly stretches her open with his fingers, spreading and scissoring themselves inside of her gently.

“Think you can take three?” He whispers against her lips. Her mouth drops and a weak quivering breath comes out, but it only makes him laugh. 

“C’mon, it’ll make the main act better… for the both of us,” He accompanies the words with his index finger slowly trailing around her entrance, rubbing at her folds as the pad of his thumb trails over the top of her clit. She moans, but he muffles her with his lips before it erupts into something louder. 

“Please, Wreck,” She begs once he pulls away roughly, kissing the corner of his mouth tenderly as he slowly begins to slip in a third finger. Once it’s fully seated with the other two he lets out a deep groan from his chest and rocks it in rather aggressively, more than he’s been so far. 

“Kriff, you’re squeezing me this hard just on my fingers,” He mutters. She laughs against his cheek and wiggles her ass a little, sighing when she manages to adjust so his entire thumb rests gently on her clit. 

“Can’t imagine how you’ll feel on my cock,” He says additionally. She wiggles again teasingly and feigns doe eyes, moving away just a little to maintain better eye contact. 

“Why not see right now?” She questions. Wrecker, ever insistent on her comfort, shakes his head. 

“Not yet, beautiful,” He says. “Let me make you come first.” 

She sulks; Wrecker has never understood why she is so impatient. He is just looking out for her general enjoyment. If he were to have let her sit on his cock so quickly she would’ve hurt herself.

“Fine,” She says, adjusting again and flipping her hair to one shoulder, looking at him firmly. “Hurry up then.”

He smiles crookedly, before starting to slowly rock his fingers in and out firmly, hitting her g-spot melodically in intervals and rubbing her clit over and over again. She gasps against him, rocking herself with every single thrust of his digits, milking him for any fragment of pleasure possible. Wrecker curses when her pussy clenches tightly around them, pulling them out an inch or so before plunging back in roughly. 

“Please, oh my god…” She moans quietly, hands scrambling from his shoulders to his neck, looking for any surface he can easily grasp onto. “`M so close.”

“I know,” He remarks, rather cheekily, but continues his steadfast pace, trying to keep his fingers as firmly seated in her even as her cunt tries to push him out. He’s persistent, and it pays off when she finally begins to tremble, blissfully sighing into his mouth as his fingers are drenched in her come. 

“Dank farik, ” He swears, slowly pulling his fingers out. She whines at the loss, but quickly wraps her hand around his wrist, pulling his hand up and taking his fingers into her mouth. He stifles a loud groan as best as possible, despite so far, it didn’t seem that they had woken up anyone else on the ship. She keeps steady eye contact on him as she cleans off her own finish from his digits, tongue swirling over his thick fingers. 

"God, you're perfect," He lets out through gritted teeth. She blinks meekly and leans in closer, eyes blown hide as she keeps sucking, before pulling away with a loud pop. 

After a moment, he pulls them away and wipes off the remaining wetness on the cushion of the seat (gross, he's aware, but that will be Tech’s problem tomorrow), grabs her hips and pushes her onto his thick thighs, encouraging her to feel his throbbing length. She raises a suspicious eyebrow.

“So... can I finally sit on your lap?” She asks.

He rolls his eyes.

“Yes, you can finally.” She sighs, coming more like a weak giggle, but it's interrupted by a yawn. She frowns. “See, you took so long, now I'm getting tired.”

Wrecker scoffs with a gawking expression. 

"Stop exaggerating," He says, all bark but no bite as he begins to peel his boxers off. His cock springs up, slapping against his lower abdomen and she gasps softly at the sight, crawling back onto him. Her hand immediately goes to stroke the length up and down, keeping his eyes on him as she slowly adjusts the two so the tip is lined up with her entrance. Wrecker holds back the urge to tilt his head back.

"You ready?" He asks, hands fumbling at her bare hips. She looks at him dumbfounded. 

"...You know, baby," She says as she slowly breaches her entrance with the tip of his cock, wiggling her hips slightly for adjustment before pushing in another inch. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out; she bites back a grin. "Sometimes you edge me without even realizing it."

He raises an eyebrow through the foggy haze of his pleasure. She doesn't respond for a moment, sinking down another inch with a heavy breath before she explains.

"I always want your cock so bad-"

They both feel the way his dick twitches inside of her after she says that. They moan silently into each other.

"-And you always make me wait so long."

She pushes in another few inches, almost seated to the root when Wrecker finally chokes out a response. 

"...I just never wanna hurt you, cyare," He says, tripping over his own thoughts. She shakes her head and her brows knit. 

"And you'll never realize that you could never hurt me," She finishes, finally seating herself completely on his cock. They both sigh blissfully at the feeling and her pussy flutters delicately over him. Wrecker clicks his tongue, letting himself close his eyes for once, and just appreciate the feeling of her squeezing him so well.

"If you say so, mesh'la," he says. She nods, mutters something along the lines of 'you better believe it,' and gets comfortable on his lap, yawning again. Her head rests on his chest, softly tracing a pattern with her thumb on the hand they've kept interlocked.

They sit like that for a long moment; though Wrecker's still hard, he's perfectly content resting like this. It's another level of trust and complete bliss he didn't know he could reach until he'd given it to her. He can feel everything about her; from the way her pussy clenches to the rhythm of her heartbeat; all of it is ingrained into his head permanently. He never wants to forget it.

After what felt like an eternity in heaven, she finally speaks again.

"Are you still cold?"

He answers immediately.

"Nope. I'm very warm now."

She giggles.

"We should do this more often then."

Wrecker scoffs in sarcasm at her statement of the obvious, dipping down and kissing the top of her head thoughtfully.

"Definitely."

[namjoon-koya]

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.

[starryevermore]

sharing is caring ✧ wrecker

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inspiration: this tiktok 

pairing: wrecker x fem!reader

summary: a classic story—girl gets snack, boy wants snack. 

word count: 1,036

warnings?: fluff, pet name (mesh’la), not proofread

You knew this was going to happen the second you did it. Honestly, you were practically asking for it. You, plus Mantell Mix, plus Wrecker? Oh, yeah, he was definitely going to be asking for some of your favorite snack. Especially when you sat on his lap, curling into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. It was practically a dream come true for him. (You were almost certain he had had a dream like this. It at least seemed like it, given how you would sometimes wake to him muttering your name and Mantell Mix in his sleep.) Wrecker had no right, though, to take your not-so-innocent plan and make you melt. 

Damn Wrecker. Damn him and his pretty face. Maker, why did he have to have such a sweet face? A perfect pout? Beautiful brown eyes that made your insides feel all gooey? You swore his enhancement wasn’t to be bigger and stronger than his brothers. No, it was to get anything he wanted if he would jut his lip out and make his eyes all big and wide. It wasn’t fair. (Though, you mused, he might say the same about you when you ask if you could snuggle with Lula. It evens out. But still. Totally unfair.) 

If you were honest, you loved it. There wasn’t much you wouldn’t do for Wrecker. It had been Wrecker who insisted that you join him and his brothers. It had been Wrecker who watched your back at every turn. It had been Wrecker who was there for you when you mourned the loss of everything the war took from. It had been Wrecker who bundled you up in his arms, squeezing you so tight you could barely breathe just so you could feel something. He kissed your every wound. He checked all your weapons. He taught you how to disarm bombs. He was there for you for everything you ever could have wanted and needed him for. 

But dammit, some things were sacred. 

As he looked at you, his bottom lip sticking out, you reached up, poking his lip, pushing it back in. “No,” you said, a laugh bubbling up in you. “Get your own.”

“Cid said I’m not allowed to put things on her tab anymore!”

“Then get some credits of your own, big boy.” You patted his chest before turning back to your Mantell Mix. 

“It tastes better when it’s yours!” he tried, reaching out, hoping to grab some of your snack before you could yank it away. He pouted again when you held it as far away from his as you could manage. “C’mon, mesh’la, don’t be mean!”

If you were being extra honest, you would admit that you had only done this because you love how prettily Wrecker begs. When you got the Mantell Mix, you had full intentions of sharing it with him. But, where was the fun in just being nice? Wasn’t it better to perch yourself on his lap, his favorite snack within arm’s reach? Wasn’t it better to see him whine and pout and plead? 

His fingers dug into your hips. You squirmed in his lap, trying to get away. Okay, perhaps you also liked to push his buttons a little too much. Perhaps you also liked it—loved it—when he manhandled you. Perhaps you had a lot of ulterior motives in doing this. 

Wrecker nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Then— he pulled away, looked away from you. Nose stuck in the air, as if he was pretending to be those hoity toity well-to-do people that act like the rest of the galaxy is beneath them. “Fine. You don’t get to cuddle Lula tonight then!”

You gasped. “How dare you! That’s not fair!”

Wrecker shrugged. “Shoulda thoughta that before you were stingy, mesh’la.”

“I’ll share my snack if you share Lula,” you bargained. 

He shook his head. “Nuh uh. Too late for that now.”

It was your turn to pout now. Wrecker’s resolve cracked ever so slightly as you gave him your most pitiful look. But, when Wrecker really wanted something, it was going to take a lot more than a pout to break him. So, instead, you began to wiggled yourself out of his embrace, looking around the Marauder to find your would-be victim. 

“Fine,” you said, your feet touching the ground. “Y’know, I think I heard Echo say that he was kinda hungry. Think I might go share with him—”

Wrecker’s arms became your prison. He squeezed you so tight you thought you might explode as he hauled you back onto his lap. His lip curled ever so slightly. Okay. It was a bit of a low blow, acting like you were going to share with one of his brothers. But you and him both knew you wouldn’t. The only other person you would share with was Omega. (After all, who could say no to her?) His brothers, on the other hand? Off limits. No snack sharing, not one bit. 

“You better not,” he growled, the sound a deep, low rumble in his chest. 

A smirk tugged at your lips. “Or what? Already took Lula away. What’s next? Gonna deprive me of your snuggles?”

“I might!” As you raised a brow at him, he frowned. His head dipped while he let out a quiet, “No.”

“Mm, what a predicament we’re in.” You held the Mantell Mix out to him. “Whatd’ya say we call a truce?”

“I don’t know about a truce, but I ain’t sharing!”

You laughed. You took some of your snack and lifted it to his mouth. His mouth dropped, letting you feed it to him. “Can I have Lula tonight now?”

Wrecker thought as he chewed. “Dunno.”

You fed him some more of the snack. “Now?”

“Maybe.”

You set the carton to the side, giggling as his brows furrowed together. You cupped his face in your hands, leaning in, and gave him the biggest kiss you could imagine. “Now?” you asked again.

“…yeah, okay.” He kissed you again. “But can I have s’more of the Mantell Mix, please?”

You nodded, laughing quietly. “Sharing is caring, after all.”

“But not with the others!”

“No, not with the others.”

[neon-junkie]

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.

[tcw-x-reader]

When The World Comes to Pieces

Crosshair x reader x Tech (no clonesest, ew), usual star wars violence, swearing maybe?

"I don't like this.." I mumble as Crosshair and I put our rifles together.

"What do you mean?" Hunter calls from the front, turning his head to look at me.

"I don't know...I feel, uneasy." I say, looking up at him.

"If you hurl on me, I'll kill you." Crosshair says, standing up and lifting up his rifle, testing the weight.

"Duly noted." I reply, moving to the front of the ship.

"Don't worry, when we get back to Kamino, we'll be back in our own barracks." Echo says, I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but the smell in that room only made me sicker. I sigh as I sat in the seat by Wrecker.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

-

As we make our way back to where Caleb said we were needed, Crosshair and I break off from the group and get on top of a rock formation of sorts, aiming our weapons below. We shoot the droids down, one by one, making a path for the others to run through.

"Wrecker's having too much fun with this." I chuckle and Crosshair groans.

"As long as he gets the job done, he can have as much fun as he wants."

"Crosshair, N/n, let's get these tanks moving!" Hunter's voice says through comms.

"You heard the man." I say.

"Sir, yes, sir." Crosshair says, and it almost sounds like he's excited. We both take aim and shoot at the same time, the lines connecting to the tanks and Wrecker goes and starts pushing them.

'Huh? Hey. Stop that. Adjust the stabilizers. We're going over!' We both hear the droid scream through Echo's comm. I laugh boisterously and don't miss the shake of Crosshair's shoulders as he tries not to laugh as well. We both watch the tanks go over and Tech detonate the bomb. Cross and I both run down the hill and when the blast goes off he instinctively shields me before we start running down again. We meet up with them at the bottom, Wrecker pulling me to him and cheering.

"You saw that, right!" He smiles under the helmet.

"I did! That was awesome!" I say.

"Oh please, don't encourage him." Crosshair groans.

"What was it you said uo there again? Hm..Oh yeah 'as long-'" Crosshair brings me to his chest, putting his hand over my mouth as we continue to walk.

"Not. Another. Word." He lets go.

"If you wanted to cuddle, you could've just asked." He rolls his eyes, flicking my forehead.

"You're dead." He hums.

"Well, it's been real." I shrug, he mused.

-

We make our way out of the dust that settles and to the Jedi and their Captain.

"Care to introduce your new friends, Caleb?" The Jedi master asks, I can't help but feel a sense of loss when I look at her. My brow furrows.

"Yes, Master. This is Wrecker, Hunter, Echo, Tech, Crosshair, and Y/n. Clone Force 99." I smile politely.

.

"The Clone War may soon be over." Tech says, and I feel my stomach drop, i subtly grab my side and my chest tightens. Why did I like the sound of that?

"I am referring to the encrypted comm chatter. Clone intelligence is reporting Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi has found and engaged General Grievous on Utapau."

"If he captures or kills Grievous, the Separatist command structure will collapse." Echo says.

"And most likely the droid armies along with them." Tech adds.

"-I suggest we focus on the task at hand." The Jedi General says.

"Any orders? Or shall we do what we do?" Hunter asks.

"Let's blow something up!" Wrecker says enthusiastically, making me snort. The Jedi padawan runs alongside us, and yet again, I feel my gut clench. And then...I hear it.

'Execute Order 66.' No.. No, that's not, that can't be right. I turn around and gasp at the Jedi, who's now engaged in a battle with her own troops, the very ones who were defending her five minutes ago. Her padawan runs to her and I hear her yell for him to run, I run up behind him and grab his robes, pushing him back and grabbing my rifle.

"No, stop!" He yells, hitting my gun.

"I won't hurt her." I say. "But you need to run." I say, making my way back to Crosshair and Hunter.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asks, grabbing ahold of my shoulder when I run past.

"Yeah- What was that? Why are they..?" He shakes his head.

"We don't know, for now, we need to make sure that kid makes it." He says, and I nod. He runs down a drift, Cross and I following behind.

.

For a split second, Crosshair hesitates. Out of the corner of my eye, i watch him lift his rifle to where the kid is, Hunter is too distracted to notice. Crosshair shakes his head, clutching at the side of his head, letting the rifle drop. He looks up and we make eye contact briefly, I nod to him, silently checking in. He nods in reply.

All three of us see the kid, Caleb, run to the cliff. My heart stops.

"No!" I shriek as he jumps..and.....makes it. I grab at my chest plate, where my heart is, and sigh. Hunter's hand pats my shoulder before pulling away as the other clones come down. We all silently walk away from them and back to the others.

.

"I don't- What was that? And what..What's..I was.." Hunter sighs.

"You left, N/n, nothing will happen to you. You're a part of this team, and an effective one too-"

"You already have a sniper." I state, making Crosshair smack the back of my head as he walks by.

"Emi. You're a vital part of this team, and a part of this squad, don't ever doubt that." Hunter said.

"Yes, according to the data I've collected, our numbers have accelerated at a higher rate with Emi on missions with us." Thank you, Tech.

"Thank you, boy wonder." Tech looks up at me.

"One day, i hope to understand the odd language you use."

"Funny, i think i could say the same about you." He smiles at me.

"Feeling better?" Wrecker asks, coming in and jostling me in a friendly manner.

"She'd probably feel better if you didn't manhandle her like she's a droid." Crosshair says, making Wrecker pout.

"Stow it, Crosshair." Echo and i say, making Crosshair groan.

"Now there's two of them."

.

Later that night, we're all in our bunks on the ship, I can hear Tech's snoring, and Wrecker's mumbling, and usually that doesn't prevent me from sleeping, but tonight it does.

"N/n, come here if you're planning to worry yourself mad." Crosshair says from the bunk next to me. I smile, getting out of mine and crawling into his, he acts upset, even though he's the one who suggested it.

"I knew you wanted to cuddle." i say, snuggling into him.

"Yeah, yeah." he rolls his eyes, i don't have to see to know. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Over the last few months, I'd noticed it become habit for him to do so when he was stressed.

"I saw that look in your eyes, you know...I knew you held back." I say, his hand stills.

"...I wanted to, I heard the order, I wanted to...follow orders." He stumbles over his words. "But I knew you'd kill me if I ever hurt anyone innocent, so I tried." I tilt my head up to him, looking into his guilt-ridden eyes.

"We'll figure all of this out."

"Yeah," he nods, pulling me to his chest again, "we will."

[momojedi]

— OMEGA

topic. hunter x gn! jedi! reader

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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.