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Confessions

Captain Rex x f!reader Summary: Fives not so accidentally lets the cat out the bag that the captain has a crush on you. Not quite knowing how to deal with this new information, you start avoiding Rex like the plague. He notices and decides to confront you about it. Word count: 2,6k T/W: none A/N: I am, and always will be, a sucker for soft!Rex so I hope you like this self-indulgent fic as much as I liked writing it <3. Also please enjoy the awkward Rex gif. He is too cute and needs to be shared as much as possible. my masterlist

Being assistant medic to the 501st meant you had a lot of dirt on a lot of troopers. The things these men were capable of coming out with when they were under even the lightest of meds never ceased to amaze you. It was like they lost their filter (not that the had much of one to begin with) and would just blurt out whatever came to their mind without a second thought.

You still remember when Tup had come to after being unconscious and admitted in a fit of giggles that you were “The prettiest girl he’d ever met”

Or that one time you’d had to stay overnight with Hardcase in the med bay after giving him some pretty strong pain meds. You’d spent your whole shift listening to him babble on about some girl who was apparently the love of his life and the one thing he couldn't live without. Later on when you were relaying the story to Kix you found out that he wasn’t talking about a girl at all, rather about his favourite DC-17 blaster that he insisted on carrying with him everywhere.

Anyway, the point was that you were used to having all these weird and random things thrown at you by the clones, so much so that you actually found yourself looking forward to hear what they were going to come out with this time. You were prepared for anything these men would throw at you. Or so you thought.

—

You were currently caring for Fives. He’d got knocked out by a detonator during the last mission, so as soon as you saw him start to open his eyes you rushed over to his side.

“Hey there trooper, how’re you feeling?”

He frowned up at you confused “Am I dead? Is this heaven?”

“Nope sorry Fives. You’re still very much alive” You chuckled “Just got a bit knocked up is all, but I’ll have you right in no time”

He groaned as he started to sit up “Are you sure? Could’ve sworn I was dead. You look like an angel right now”

Gently pressing on his shoulder you tried to get him to lay back down. He huffed but complied, letting you push him back and watching as you dipped a cloth in cold water, gently dabbing it on the gash that went from his temple to his jaw.

You talked to him as you worked, a gentle smile on your face “Trust you to almost die and then the first thing you do when you wake up is flirt with your medic. ”

“Oh no no. I wouldn’t dare flirt with the Captains' favorite medic”

He hissed when you pressed a little too hard on his wound. “Ow, what the hell-?

“What did you just say?”

He scowled up at you “I said ow-”

You shook your head at him “No no, before that. What did you say about Rex?”

“About you being his favourite medic?” he said frowning at you confused when you nodded in response

“Yeah, that”

“I thought it was obvious”

Now it was your turn to frown at him “What’s obvious?”

He lets out an incredulous laugh at your obliviousness, only making you more impatient “Fives, you better tell me what the hell you're talking about?”

“Oh come on, everybody knows the captains got a thing for the pretty little medic”

You freeze, eyes quickly dropping back to the cloth in your hand. “Don’t be ridiculous Fives” you mutter, pointedly going back to cleaning his wound.

He grabs your wrist to stop you, a disbelieving look on his face “Wait- Do you really not know?”

“Don’t mess with me, Fives.” you shake you hand free from his grasp “It’s not funny”

He looks taken aback by the coldness in your voice before a look of realisation crosses over his face. “You like him…” he whispers as if it’s the biggest secret in the galaxy

You blush slightly “No I don’t, I just- well I just-” you clear your throat, avoiding his eyes “I just respect him that's all.”

Fives lets out a chuckle “Bullshit. You like him!"

Shushing him quickly, you glance around at the other troopers in the med bay “Not so loud for kriff sake” you whisper at him harshly. This only makes him smile wider, pointing at your face and exclaiming loudly

“You do! You like Rex!”

You grab his finger angrily, shoving it back down “Ok fine I do. Now can you please shut up before the whole GAR finds out"

He smirks but settles down anyway "I knew it"

You scoffed, picking the cloth back up and wetting it again "Sure you did Fives"

"Did too" he replies smugly. You smile, shaking your head and getting back to work cleaning up his cut. After a few moments silence he breaks it again

"He likes you back y'know"

"Mhm I'm sure he does"

He sits up indignantly "It's true!"

"Fives…" you warn quietly

"I'm serious. He talks about you all the time when he's drunk. And he stares at you so often that it's actually kinda embarrassing"

You pulled back, staring into his eyes and searching for any hint that he's messing with you but were surprised to see him completely serious. A very rare sight for Fives.

Swallowing nervously you take in a shaky breath "Does he really like me?"

"Mhm he sure does. Tries to pretend he doesn't but we all know Rex can't keep a secret to save his life"

That gets a laugh out of you because it's so true. It's actually one of the things you love about Rex. The way he stutters and blushes anytime he tries to tell even the smallest of lies is something you find insanely cute and endearing.

You’d liked him for a long time, and who could blame you? This was Rex we were talking about. Handsome blond Captain Rex.

There was no chance of anything happening between you two. You’d accepted that and were content on just admiring him from a distance, occasionally sharing a few conversations, a couple glances from across the room. Never anything more.

But what Fives had just said lit a small flicker of hope in you. Hope was bad, very bad. Hope meant that you couldn't keep ignoring your little crush and pretending it didn't exist.

Hope meant you actually stood a chance.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts before you could get too carried away in your fantasy.

"It doesn't really matter, it's not like anything could happen between us anyway"

Fives gaze snapped to you "What are you talking about? You two would be so good together"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." you rolled your eyes at him

"Then what are you talking about?"

" I'm talking about what would happen if someone found out. Rex would be court-martialed Fives, you know what that means right?"

Fives open his mouth to answer you but you cut him off before he had a chance "This is his whole life Fives, I can't expect him to risk everything for me like that."

There was a moment's silence before Fives softly replied "Maybe he'd think you're worth the risk"

—

It had been a couple rotations since your interaction with Fives, and you had been trying desperately to avoid both him and the Captain, so far succeeding in both.

But as if he insisted on not leaving you alone, Fives voice kept echoing in your head. Repeating the same sentences over and over. Even though you tried to ignore it, it kept coming back and haunting you.

"Everybody knows the captains got a thing for the pretty little medic"

As if your thoughts had summoned him, the very same handsome captain you'd just been thinking about strolled through the mess hall door. His eyes doing a quick sweep of the room, giving you a double take upon seeing you and decidedly walking over to your table.

You quickly ducked your head down, panic beginning to rise in your chest. What if Fives had spoken to him? What if he'd told him about you silly little crush? What if-

Rex's shadow looming over you made you look up, eyes instantly locking with his and taking your breath away. Stars, those eyes.

"He stares at you so often that it's actually kinda embarrassing”

"Hey" his voice shook you from your thoughts "Haven't seen you around much lately"

"Yeah…" you chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear " Um Kix has been keeping me pretty busy the last couple days"

"Oh." He slipped into the seat across from you "Well if he's working you extra y'know I can always stop by and have a chat with him."

"No no" you shake your head quickly "It's fine. Hard work’s what I sign up for after all"

Rex looks at you doubtfully, taking in your tired eyes and dark circles "Are you sure? You look pretty tired"

"I'm fine Rex." You smiled reassuringly "Promise"

"Okay, if you say so… Y'know I'm actually kinda relieved. Thought you'd been avoiding me or something" he chuckled, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

You stiffened and quickly looked back down at the table. His smile flattered. "But you haven't… right?"

Getting ready to answer you took in a shaky breath " Um…" You stalled trying desperately to come up with some excuse but his worried gaze was making it hard to think of anything

Suddenly you're comm chimed, breaking the tension and making you both jump. You stood up quickly "Sorry Rex, I've gotta go. Duty calls"

He looked taken aback as you hurried towards the door.

"We'll catch up some other time" you said over your shoulder. You heard his voice calling your name, only prompting you to walk faster.

Making it out into the corridor you heard your name again, this time louder. The med bay was just around the corner, if you could just make it there before he caught you, you would be fine

Breaking into a soft jog, you panicked when you heard his own heavy footsteps matching your pace. They were much too close for your liking.

The door to the med bay was just a handful of strides away now. You could see it.. C'mon almost there, almost there…

You almost screamed when you felt a hand grab you wrist, halting you and pulling you around to face him.

“He talks about you all the time when he's drunk”

Rex must've seen the panicked look on your face because he quickly released your wrist and took a step back.

"Hey, hey what's going on? Did I do something wrong?" He was slightly out of breath from running after you

"No no of course not" you shook your head before adding quietly "I don't think you could ever do anything wrong"

"Then why are you running away from me meshla?"

The pet name made your stomach flip, taking in a sharp breath and hesitating from a beat before replying

"It's nothing Rex, don't worry"

"Of course I'm gonna worry," he scoffed. "Something is obviously bothering you."

When you didn't reply he sighed and gently took one of your hands in his, holding it loosely

"I just wanna know what I've done so I can fix it," he whispered. Looking up and seeing the hurt in his eyes brought tears to your own.

"He likes you back y'know"

"It's just… something Fives said the other day" you said, keeping your gaze down to hide your embarrassingly watery eyes.

But he saw them anyway, jaw clenching and a hand tightening it's hold on your own "What did he say to you?" he growled protectively "Because if he said something out of line-"

"No no it wasn't anything like that" you answered quickly. A look of relief passed over his face

"Good. But it still something that obviously upset you"

You swallowed nervously before responding "It was about you actually"

Rex stiffened "Me?"

“Tries to pretend he doesn't but we all know Rex can't keep a secret to save his life"

"Yeah…"

"Well what- what about me?"

" He was suggesting that maybe- that you might-"

Rex could see you were struggling to say whatever it was you needed to say so he took a step closer, leaning in towards you "Hey it's ok, you can tell me."

"Maybe he'd think you're worth the risk"

Squeezing your eyes shut, you somehow mustered up a tiny ounce of courage, letting it all out in a rush "He said that you had a crush on me"

Keeping your eyes shut, you heard Rex's breath hitch and felt his hands tighten their hold on your own. After a few moments silence you slowly peeked your eyes open, heart beating fast as you took in the man in front of you.

He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Well… I- I don't really know what to say…"

Nodding you tried to hide your disappointment by looking down at your feet. Of course he didn't like you, how could you ever think he did

You bit your lip as tears began brimming in your eyes How could you be so fucking stupid and start to let yourself believe that Captain Rex could possibly like you, a lowly medic.

"It's ok" you whispered, blurry eyes focusing on the ships shiny floor "Don't worry I knew Fives was just messing with me"

That really broke Rex out of his trance " What do you mean?"

"I mean of course you don't actually like me, why would you?" You replied, laughing sadly.

Rex frowned, genuinely confused "What are you talking about?"

When you didn't answer Rex called your name softly, making you look up at him, his breath hitching when he saw your teary eyes

"Oh meshla come 'ere" he pulled you into his arms, your head nuzzling into his neck and his hands finding their home around your waist.

"Listen to me carefully" he whispered into your hair "don't you ever, ever say that again."

You smiled into his neck but he wasn't finished "Of course I like you meshla, have since the moment i met you. How could I not love you when you're so fucking perfect?"

He pulled back and you immediately looked down shyly, avoiding his gaze. Calling your name, he gently lifted your chin with the crook of his finger, making you look him in the eyes

"I want to be able to call you mine"

You could feel you carefully built walls slowly falling down at his confession. Every second you spent this close to Rex another piece of them crumbling.

"But… what if someone finds out Rex. What then? How much are you willing to risk for this?"

He lent in impossibly closer, foreheads touching and lips brushing against yours as he spoke

"For you? Everything"

The last stone in your wall tumbling down, you closed the gap between you, enclosing your lips with his. He sighed into your mouth kissing you back hard, months of bottled up feelings pouring into this one single kiss.

Your hands travelled over his chest, one sneaking up behind his neck and into his short buzzed hair. He growled appreciatively, his own hands already grabbing your waist and pulling you into him, clutching onto you like a man drowning.

Breathless you both pulled back just far enough to catch your breath. He chuckled, nuzzling his nose into yours as you smiled softly.

"I love you Rex"

Your confession lingered in the limited air between you, his eyes flickering down to your lips before he gave them a gentle peck

"Love you more, meshla"

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UNDERSTANDING ──── echo.

summary: in the middle of the night, echo finds you, hurt and exhausted and in need of an apology. with the prompt "you want a bite?" / requests are closed!

pairing: arc trooper echo x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none! just a sprinkling of angst and grief.

a/n: so…. i kinda went crazy with this one….... it's a bit angsty but i hope you like it anyway! to me, this prompt felt like it would be awkward, maybe used as a way of proposing a truce, or a peace offering. also, i listened to “waves” by chloe moriondo while writing this!

You’re not sure what to think of Echo.

Most of the time, he’s quiet. When he does speak, it’s usually to enforce a rule, remind the group of their current plan, or to keep Wrecker in check.

Officially, Hunter is the group leader; ever since Clone Force 99 accepted you into their squad, that much has been clear.

You’re the only non-clone—or “natborn” as the others refer to you—living on the Marauder. It’s been several months since you saved Omega from bounty hunters on your home planet of Pantora, and now, you’re as much a part of the Bad Batch as anyone else.

Except, you’re not a batcher. Not really.

Despite how much you care for your squadmates, it’s easy to feel separated from them at times. Easy to feel different.

Most of the others have picked up on this by now, and often go to great lengths to make you feel like one of them.

Not Echo, though. He seems wary of you, and you’re not sure why. Once, you brought it up to Tech, who simply waved you off with one of his shrewd, knowledge-filled comments. “You are new here, you know. Some people are simply slower to open up than others.”

You, however, know that’s not the case. You’ve seen Echo with his brothers, and with Omega. He can be kind, and funny, and even angry. But to you… to you, he’s nothing but quiet.

For some time, you tried your hardest to be yourself around him—to crack your usual sarcastic jokes at his expense, to be friendly, like you are with the others. But the constant avoidance and clipped answers leave you increasingly confused and hurt.

So you withdrew from him, too.

It still bothers you, sometimes. But you’ve learned to brush it off.

Now, you sit in the cockpit, feet resting against the control panel. A ration bar—one of the good ones—rests in your hand. Every so often, as you watch the blue glow of hyperspace streak past the viewport, you take a bite of the ration bar.

You’re on first watch. Someone has to stay in the cockpit to oversee the ship’s journey back to Ord Mantell—and, since you still can’t fall asleep in hyperspace, you keep volunteering for the job. The cockpit is mostly dark. All the lights are off, and the viewport is dimmed. Anything brighter reminds you of how sleep-deprived you are, and so you’re content to sit in the blue gloom.

Leaning your head against the headrest of the pilot’s chair, you close your eyes. Your entire body feels heavy with exhaustion, but every time you try to drift off, the rumbling of the ship’s hyperdrive jerks you awake.

The sound of footsteps startles you. You open your eyes, leaning around the back of the chair to inspect what little part of the ship’s corridor you can see. You can hear the sounds of someone moving around by the small common area, but you can’t tell who it is.

Tech’s probably experimenting again, you think wryly, and settle back into your comfortable position.

Soon, though, the footsteps grow closer. Someone enters the cockpit with a tired sigh, placing something on one of the chairs nearer to the door. It sort of sounds like Hunter, but with the similarity between everyone’s voices, you can’t be sure.

The footsteps halt suddenly. You look up to find honey-coloured eyes surveying you with apprehension. In the dim light, awash with blue, you register the glint of a cybernetic headpiece.

“Oh,” you say, blinking up at Echo, “hi.”

Echo only grunts.

You frown, looking down at your hands, at your half-eaten ration bar. “It’s late,” you say quietly. “You, um—you should get some rest.”

When Echo answers, you don’t look up. “I slept for a couple hours.”

Slowly, you nod, fiddling with the foil wrapper of the ration bar. The cockpit falls silent; you wait for Echo to leave, but he stays still, his shadow falling over your tired frame.

You want to ask why he’s still here. You want to be rude, to ask him to leave so you can have some peace and quiet. But truthfully, he isn’t saying anything, or causing any disturbances, so instead you hold up your unfinished ration bar. “You want a bite?”

Echo blinks. It seems to take him a moment to process your question. Then, to your faint surprise, he nods. “Thank you,” he says as you hand him the ration bar wordlessly.

It’s a peace offering, of sorts.

He sits in the co-pilot’s chair and takes a hesitant bite, chewing slowly. You see his expression brighten—probably at the realization that this is one of the good ration bars, the kind that Hunter always says not to hog—then return to his usual neutral one.

You watch as he swallows. He hands you back the bar, holding out his hand, but you don’t take it.

“Why… why are you here?” you ask quietly.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Echo drops his arm and breaks eye contact, looking almost—embarrassed. Or maybe even ashamed.

Still, you wait for his answer. Several long, painful seconds pass before he says anything. When he speaks, it’s like he’s forcing out the words.

“I wanted to—” he pauses. His flesh hand fiddles with his metal one. “I wanted to apologize.”

You feel your breath hitch. Staring, you try not to gape. “What?” you say, whispering without meaning to. “I don’t—”

“I’ve been horrible to you,” Echo continues, voice steadier. “I didn’t mean to be so… withdrawn. I didn’t realize I was doing it. I… I hope you can forgive me.”

Instead of acknowledging his apology, you bite the inside of your cheek with uncertainty, then cross your arms over your chest. One of the others must have put him up to this. Probably Omega, or perhaps Hunter. Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Who sent you?”

“No one!” Echo replies hurriedly, then presses his lips into a thin line. “I mean, Hunter told me that you—he said that—” He sighs. “I didn’t realize it on my own. But I came because I wanted to.”

You blink, cursing yourself when you feel your eyes sting. With a start, you realize that this is the most Echo has said to you since you joined the squad.

Taking in a breath, you wring your hands anxiously. “I just… I just don’t understand why.” You shrug. “You’re not the same with me. Not like how you are with the others.”

Echo swallows. “It’s not—”

“I just want to know what I did wrong.”

At that, Echo falls silent. Guilt permeates the air, enough that you can feel it.

“Hey,” Echo says, kinder than you’ve ever heard him. “Look at me.”

You do. His eyes, like lava, or maybe liquid gold, bore into you. It almost hurts to look.

“This,” he continues, gesturing to the space between you, “is not your fault.”

Against your will, a lone tear slips down your cheek. “So whose fault is it?” you whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the ship’s engine

It’s obvious from the look on Echo’s face that he’s thinking of something—or someone—specific. Despite how much you want to, you don’t ask.

You just wait.

“It’s my brother,” Echo finally murmurs, and you raise your eyebrows, quickly cycling through the rest of your squad. Hunter, Wrecker, Tech… maybe Crosshair? You can’t think what any of them, even the one who’s no longer a member of your group, have to do with you.

“Your... brother,” you repeat dumbly.

“Yes.” Echo nods. “Fives.”

Oh. A fellow soldier, then. Probably from before the war ended… and probably long dead.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you hastily wipe your cheek with your sleeve. “What—what about him?”

“You…” Echo shakes his head, then lets out a humourless chuckle as he turns to look at the viewport, at the swirling blues and whites and greys of hyperspace. When he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper. “You remind me of him.”

You blink.

Truthfully, you have no idea what to say to that. Luckily, Echo continues, saving you from having to come up with an answer.

“Your sense of humour, I mean. The sarcasm, the jokes.” He shrugs, and the light from the viewport catches on his cybernetic headpiece, glinting in the otherwise dim cockpit. “And… and the way you know people.”

“‘Know people’?” you echo, confused. “I’m not following.”

“You understand people,” Echo says, and finally looks at you again, eyes impossibly sad. “Somehow, without ever having experienced what others have gone through, you understand their pain—and you feel it with them.” He closes his eyes for a brief moment, then opens them again. “Fives used to do that too.”

And suddenly, as though a switch inside you has been flipped, it all makes sense. “That’s why you’ve been avoiding me,” you realize, and Echo winces. “It’s because I remind you of him.”

“See?” The barest hint of a smile graces his lips. “You’re doing it now. And you’re not even trying.”

“I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“I’m sorry for everything,” Echo says. “I am. It just…”

“Hurts,” you finish, and Echo blinks, surprised. You smile softly. “I know you too, you know.” Reaching out, you take his flesh hand, gently prying it open and taking the ration bar. As Echo watches, you split the remaining piece in half and hand one to him. “And for what it’s worth—I forgive you.”

The shadows colouring Echo’s face suddenly seem lighter. He smiles, then—really smiles.

You take a bite of the ration bar and smile back.

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I’m so happy to see my request bring happiness to other Echo lovers 🥰

I personally feel left out as a Latina by the SW franchise. There is a great article about SW giving Latinx characters backgrounds with stereotypes associated with Latinx ppl.

Reading fics of my fav characters makes me feel like I belong in this community! I hope we see more strong women in The Bad Batch!

The following link is to a story written by @zoeykallus who has written a wonderful story about a latine , curvy reader falling in love with Echo, or actually already is and Echo already feeling the exact same for reader. It is just positivity and fluff all over the place and we can all use that. https://zoeykallus.tumblr.com/post/691524199228063744/request-hello-love-ive-been-enjoying-reading

OOOOF THIS ONE IS SO SOFT AND TENDER AND WE LOVE THAT FOR ECHO. Also, I adore Hunter telling him to stop shrinking himself (as someone that probably could use someone telling me that regularly). This is lovely! Thanks for the rec! :)

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Would you be able to write about a beach day? I live in California (with no money 🥴 atm) and the beach is one of my favorite places to go!

I would love to read about the boys finally having rest with their loved ones :)

Thanks!!!!

Oh dear, know how that feels...

Sure, darlin'! Let me give it a try :))

The Bad Batch x Reader - At The Beach

Warning: Partly Suggestive

Hunter

Hunter is an outdoorsman, he loves the sea and the beach, the smell and the sound of the water, the sand under his bare feet.

He has taken precautions, when you go with him to the beach he has drinks and fruit with him, he himself is not really sensitive to the sun, but because of you he actually thought of a parasol just in case.

Most of the time though he is lying around relaxing, preferably with you snuggled up to him. He is used to pure stress, that here is an absolutely welcome time out, which he enjoys only too gladly with you. He feeds you fruits, smiles a lot, is generally very affectionate and much more relaxed than you usually know him, even if he always seems like a calm reasonable guy, this tension of the leader is nevertheless always there, just not here and today on this beach.

He is free of any tension, at least for now. You may have spent the beginning of the day with the others on the beach, but he'll be looking for a secluded corner of the beach with you after a few hours, maybe a lagoon where he'll be all alone with you. Hunter, by the way, is a darn good kisser and he loves to make out, so you might just miss the beautiful sunset.

Echo

Echo is quite withdrawn on the sunny beach. No wonder, since the Citadel he has incredibly pale and sensitive skin, he is always in the shade and thickly creamed, usually he still wears a shirt to be completely safe. Topless or maybe even completely naked like Hunter does sometimes, you won't see him on the beach.

But he likes to go there with you, it's time you both can spend carefree, cuddling, kissing, talking or just silently enjoying each other's presence. Echo likes the beach, it is lively and peaceful at the same time. He loves to admire the sunset with you and sometimes, if you have time and enough energy, the sunrise the next morning.

Wrecker

The boy is so full of energy, he will animate you to swim, play beach volleyball or water polo. He will play and cuddle with you in the water, playfully exchanging little caresses when you are both in the sea.

But he is also very attentive, he makes sure that you are not too long in the sun, he always has an eye on you when you are in the water, no matter how well you can swim. Basically he is attentive, lively and caring, on the beach too.

He also surprises you with a giant ice cream cone with all your favorite flavors and maybe a little over the top garnish.

The times you can spend on the beach are among the most beautiful for him, every memory is burned into his mind and when you see him smile enraptured sometimes, you can assume that he remembers you walking along the beach with a wide happy smile on your face that he loves so much.

Tech

Believe it or not, he is a fantastic swimmer and diver. Part of his workout is mainly related to his back, as he is very tall and slim and has his problems with it. Swimming has always been a very important part of his training, just because of that.

He swims fast, has incredible endurance, and can stay underwater for surprisingly long periods of time without any problems.

Tech loves to dive with you for pearls or generally go exploring underwater. Don't worry if you're unsure, Tech knows what he's doing, he looks out for you and takes your wishes and possible fears into consideration.

The sun does get to him though, unlike most of his brothers his skin is a bit lighter and more sensitive, but he also makes sure to stay in the shade and use sunscreen on the beach himself.

Tech likes to spend time with you on the beach, but not in silence, he loves to tell you about the sea and its inhabitants. You can lean against him and he will tell you all the things he knows while the sun is setting in the sea.

Crosshair

Well, you probably realized it before, but Crosshair won't miss the opportunity to seduce you on the beach. We are talking about our beloved grumpy sniper after all.

He's the type who likes to sit back in the shade with a drink in his hand and let his fingers dance over your bare skin while enjoying the peace and quiet and your closeness.

He's also a good swimmer, almost like Tech, but when he's with you on the beach, he's unlikely to go in the water unless you do. He loves to see you in beach and swimwear, he finds that absolutely gorgeous.

That smirk on his lips is unmistakable, he thinks you're great, thinks you're hot and that's no secret, he shows you that quite openly. Maybe it's the pina coladas or the sun, but on the beach he is somehow especially affectionate.

Be prepared that you will hardly get his hands as well as his lips from your body.

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ERM WHY WAS THERE SO LITTLE ECHO IN THAT TRAILER TOO BTW I SWEAR TO FUCK IF THEY LAY A FINGER ON HIS BEAUTIFUL BALD HEAD-

GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN🥵😭

Tech needed this.

Would love to see a part 2 👀

I Can Help With That***

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 3.9k

After fracturing his femur, Tech is in no way shape of form of carrying out difficult repairs. He just can’t help but get turned on seeing you getting your hands dirty for him.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only. Blowjob (tech receiving), swearing, praises, not established relationship, implied sex after, reader is female. No y/n. Not proofread.

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When the others aside from you and Tech ventured out, Hunter gave you strict and private orders to make sure that Tech stays resting.

Since his injury, it seemed that he was more than adamant to do everything he can. From trying to wedge himself under all the ships control panels to climbing onto the ships nose and inspecting the small scratches that crab-like creatures had left. For someone so smart, he can be very silly.

You give Hunter a thumbs up before they depart and you glance at Tech who was in the cockpit, injured leg resting up on the co-pilot's seat and had his face down in his datapad. Good, he’s not doing anything he shouldn't, which gives you enough space and time to tidy up around here.

It was not uncommon for the boys and Omega to be a little messy, maybe Echo being the least but it surprises you that Hunter never took the initiative to clean up too with his senses and all. Hm, maybe he’s gone nose blind.

Throwing things into a small waste bin that was tucked away under a control panel, you’re squishing it all down to make as much room as possible when you heard some loud clanging followed by some faint curses.

In a second you’re crossing the ship to see what the noise was and despair sits on your face to see Tech on the floor, tools around him with one of the chairs spinning round and round. “You okay down there?” You question, stopping the chair spinning with your foot as you watch him grunt, sitting himself up.

“It appears that I did not calculate how little balance I would have for standing on a chair.” He comments, craning his neck from side to side whilst adding a little pressure to his thigh and sighs.

Your eyes are wide in confusion. “Well what were you doing standing on the chair anywha? How many times do we have to say that you should not be doing this kind of stuff when your leg is still bad.” You shake your head at him but it doesn’t stop you from helping him up and making him sit on the chair opposite the one he was standing on.

“I am not happy with the ventilation in the ship's roof paneling.” Tech expresses, watching you look up to the vent he was trying to clearly ‘fix’.

Your hands rest on your hips and you look back at him with an amused expression. “Right… Does it actually need fixing though? Right this second?”

The Clone shifts a little under your scrutinised gaze but knows your questions are from a good intention. “Well, uh, no. I suppose not.”

“Then let’s not fracture your other femur, hm?” You crouch down to the floor and pick up his tools that were scattered around but glance up when he tsks. “What?”

“I am at a position of displeasure with the control circuit being open and on display but due to me falling, I didn’t have time to finish my operation.”

Supposedly Tech’s foolish need for fixing things that aren’t broken is stemming from his boredom of staying out of missions. You felt bad and although he would not admit that he was doing this just out of boredom, perhaps you could help him?

“Oh. Well,” you stand back to your full height, a small spanner in your hand and look at the work ahead, “perhaps I could give it a go?”

You weren’t looking at him but Tech’s face was almost comical and a little disbelieving. “I appreciate you trying to help but respectfully, I do not think you are well versed in this kind of thing.”

“I’ll have you know that I am quite good. According to Echo anyway.” You shrug. Tech raises a brow, not aware that Echo has been having help with his ship from you. Then again, nothing seemed to be wrong with the ship fatally so maybe you weren’t having him on. “I’ve been known to be good with a screw.”

Tech chokes on air at your seemingly innocent words, making you look at him with a dubious glance. “You okay?”

“Y-yes I’m fine,” he clears his throat, wondering where that initial surprise came from, “I did not know that mechanics was your calling, so to speak.”

You did wonder why he reacted that way or maybe he was just clearly choking on air - you’ve definitely done it before but Tech doing it? Odd. You shrug it off anyway.

“I suppose only recently I got inspired. Anyway, you gonna help me up?” You move to the chair Tech was previously standing on, carefully placing one foot on the seat and then looking back at him.

“I do not think this is a good idea.” He scratches the back of his neck and you scoff.

“Oh come on, trust me?” You stick your arm out to him, gesturing for help and reluctantly he stands, limps towards you and holds you steady as you clamber onto the chair.

It’s a little precarious but once you found your footing, you steadied yourself and were able to just about reach the circuit. “Kriff, why couldn’t it be on the wall or something other than up here?”

“That is because the ship was designed this way, to enhance maximum capacity though I do see the predicament.” He keeps a hold of the back of the chair, making sure it doesn’t spin round with you on it. “Perhaps I could rewire it so we do not have to do this again.”

“Erm, one thing at a time.” You say with a short laugh, placing a small spanner between your lips as you inspect what it was Tech was up to. By the looks of it, he was trying to filter the airflow which was quite an odd and specific thing to do. When you questioned him about it, his answer surprised you.

“Well, I overheard you complaining that the environment was a little bit too stuffy and uncomfortable. So I figured that if I altered the airflow, our respiratory systems would benefit from somewhat cleaner air.”

You paused to look down at Tech who seemed to look a little more flushed at his confession. “You were doing this for me?”

He staggers a breath, not wanting to slip when it came to his strong feelings for you - something that had been blossoming for many weeks now. “Yes but also for the others as it would be beneficial for us all.” He clears it up, looking everywhere than up at you.

“Oh, well thank you.” You said, speech a little muffled due to the handy tool in your mouth before turning back to the work ahwad, trying to avoid the blush creeping up your neck. “Are you still okay holding me steady?”

“Of course.” For an odd moment, Tech panics. His hands leave the back of the chair and you have to suppress the gasp caught in your throat as his hands grip onto your waist.

“O-oh I meant the chair? And because of your leg.” You gush, pulling the spanner out from your mouth as you look down at him, seeing his eyes widen at his mistake.

He swallows the saliva that piled up in his throat. “My mistake.” His hands leave your body and truthfully you miss the touch of them but you weren’t going to make it any more awkward.

“Not a problem, I think I see what I need to do. Is there a socket spanner I can use?” You stick down one hand, knowing full well Tech must have one on him.

“I’m impressed that you know which tools are needed,” he says with a small smile but there’s a small wave of jealousy, “did Echo teach you?”

You hummed in slight amusement, a little timid at your confession when you say, ‘No.. I actually learned from you.”

He pauses, raising a brow. “I don’t recall us having a session where I teached you?”

You twist a bolt, finding your way to the minuscule fans as you try to come up with a reason as to how you know what to do without it sounding weird.

“Well, sometimes I watch you when you work and you tend to explain what you’re doing without realising.” You come up with, supposedly better than saying ‘I like to watch you’.

“I see.” He feels his heart leap a little for joy, glad to know that his ramblings don't necessarily go unnoticed. “And do you feel confident?”

You let out a small grunt, one of the bolts a little too tight which in your position on a swivel chair was quite hazardous but you trusted Tech to keep you safe. “A little, but I am not as good as you.”

He looks up at you, seeing you gaze down at him as you pass him a compliment but then you winked. And his whole state faltered.

His eyes widen behind those wonderful yellow goggles, you compliment as well as the wink whether it being friendly or flirtatious he wasn’t sure but it was enough to make his knees tremble. “My intelligence is merely biological, I-I am naturally intelligent about this.”

The stutter is new and rather cute. Why was he being so modest all of a sudden? You pondered questioning him about it but decided to leave it as you just managed to unscrew one of the bolts which gave you enough time to scan the fans over. “Hmm, am I right in guessing they need to be twisted at 90 degrees?”

“Most likely. But it is rather hard to tell from being down here.” He comments, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Better than you being up here and falling… again.” You jest back, tone laced with playfulness but find yourself cursing as the spanner falls from your fingers and clatters on the steel floor. “Shoot. Sorry, are you okay to pass me that please?”

Tech’s eyes travel down to where the spanner dropped. “I can but I may have to let go of the chair. Can you steady yourself?”

He gives yoh a moment, allowing you to place you to grin onto the vent itself, spread your legs a little more for more balance but giving him the go ahead. “Okay I think I’m steady, go ahead.”

Carefully, without any sudden movement he lets go, pausing to make sure you are fine before he nimbly bends over to grab the tool. However as he picks it up, he casts a quick gaze up at you and his eyes prematurely roam your body. He couldn’t help it as it was hard to miss but when his eyes landed on your arse, he bites his tongue from a groan threatening to spill. He had thought you to be pretty, beautiful in fact to be sure but your physique was rather marvelous to admire too.

“You got it? I’m a little nervous up here Tech.” Your words snap him out of his almost dribbling gaze, shaking the thoughts away as he quickly recovers himself and passes the tool back up to you.

From then on he’s a little quiet, giving you the odd advice if you question anything but it all seemed to come together. Though, you noticed his silence and frown. “You got something on your mind, Tech?”

Tech has been trying to avoid looking up at you as all he can focus on now is the silhouette of your body. But if you’re talking to him, he feels obliged to look. He tries to crane his neck up as far as he can but his eyes trained on your neck, seeing the sweat glisten on your soft skin he had so often thought about kissing.

The way you were working was such a turn on that he was cursing at the fact he wasn’t wearing his armor to cover his crotch. Then again, he seemed to have gotten rid of that bit anyway. “Thoughts are always circulating in my mind but to give you a definitive answer is impossible. My mind,” he sucks in a deep breath, eyes lingering a little too long on your body that when you reach up, your shirt goes up with it, “a bit of a blur at the minute.” He grunts, eyes trailing over the skin of your stomach and accidentally at the underside of your bra.

“Well,” you say with a small smile, not noticing how Tech was currently sweating under his collar, “I am done now.”

Tech starts to help you down but with one small slip, the chair spins frantically from under you which almost sent you crashing to the floor. Luckily Tech had grabbed you, arms wrapping around your waist to keep you up securely as he tried his best to ignore the throbbing pain in his femur again.

“Kriff, that was close!” You say a little breathlessly, eyes wide as your hands rest on his shoulders. “You got me?”

“Always.”

For some reason his single and simple word meant more to you than you think he anticipated. You liked Tech, quite a lot and thought of him always having your back and being your aid sent a warmth through you. When your feet are planted firmly on the ground, you pull back from him with a toothy grin. “That was sweet of you.”

He pushed his goggles further up his nose, trying to shake out his flustered trance on you. “What was?”

You point up towards the now fixed vent and could already feel the benefits of the traveling air throughout the ship. Which was a good job because you had glanced down briefly to see if anything was on the floor when your eyes landed on his unmissable length in his pants that sucked all the air out of you.

Tech hisses a touch, his leg aching once more and sits back down. “You okay?” You ask, trying to play off the fact that you had just seen Tech’s boner which by the looks of it as he crossed his legs, was trying to hide.

He stares up at you and nods quickly, clearing his throat as he begins to ramble and truthfully? You weren't too sure what he was rambling about. He was using long words that you didn’t quite understand but the sight of his length against his blue pants was ingrained in your mind that you couldn’t help but ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Silence then fills the ship, his mouth partly open as he stops his incoherent mouth from running. For a second he swore he saw you glance down at his crotch but due to the lighting of the ship it was hard to tell. Hm, maybe that could be altered next?

“Tech,” you say again softly but there’s something in your eyes as you take a smaller step towards him, making him crane his neck up to look at you once again, “is there anything else…” your breath shudders a little, your nerves growing but you were fairly confident that what you saw was real and most likely about you, “I can help you with?”

Tech couldn’t process anything at that second, knowing that you had definitely seen his deceiving ache between his legs for you. “C-cyare, I can explain.”

“‘Cyare’ am I now? That’s new.” There’s humor in your tone but also a hint of lust but Tech was a little bit too preoccupied to even notice the change in your tone.

His fists are clenched tightly as he begins to unload reasons as to why he had a boner at this particular time and in all honesty, it was rather cute seeing such an intelligent and unfazed man becoming a flustered mess.

“Naturally, I found myself becoming rather enraptured whilst watching you at work.”

He won’t even look at you.

“You have always been someone I found rather endearing to look at as you are a fairly, no - rather attractive female.”

His face is turning red.

“I figure someone as attractive as you is probably repulsed that someone like me has taken advantage of an innocent and caring situation. Please let me first of all apologise that I found myself getting arou-.”

He is so adorably foolish.

“Tech, stop.” You shush him, taking a step closer until there’s practically no gap between you. He goes to speak up again but words fail him as you slowly drop to your knees, a gentle hand riding over his thigh and helping him uncross his legs, spreading them a little so you could sandwich yourself in between.

“You’re adorable, Tech. I really, really want to help you.” Your voice is a gentle whisper now, head tilting to the side until it’s resting upon his stiff thigh. Ever so carefully, both hands graze over his legs until your fingers just trace over the semi in his pants which causes him to flinch but not at all refuse your touch.

“Oh mesh’la,” he breathes, biting down on his fist as he gazes at you teasing him, “y-you don’t have to do this for me.”

“No,” you smile at him with your eyes, seeing him slouch further into the chair as your fingers begin to tease over the fastenings of his pants before you popped a button, “but I want to.”

Tech looks down at you, eyes unfocused, breath shallow, making those noises. His cock behind his pants is starting to complain already, feeling himself stiffen at the sight of you starting to tug at his pants to get them off.

Pleasantly he lifts his hips, allowing his pants to slide straight down to his ankles, kicking them away as you stare in awe at his fully erect member. Kriff, he looks delicious.

You begin to gently grip a hand around the base of Tech’s cock which causes him to squirm, breath hitching in anticipation. Feeling yourself get aroused too, your eyes risk a glance up and lock on to him as you give an experimental lick.

Instantly his hips buck at the contact and there are those sounds again. Tech is practically begging for you which was such a shock to see. How long has it been since this kind of tension was released?

“Darling please, I need your mouth.” He groans, tilting his head back as you pump against his long cock slowly. Being the kind soul you were, you complied - wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

"Fuck," Tech groans, palms flexing by his sides like he doesn't quite know what to do with them. Slowly, you take him in further, bit by bit, small sucks and a little bit of tongue. It was the first time you heard Tech swear and it set a fire inside your belly; he sounds gorgeous. He also looks gorgeous as he unravels in front of you.

“Do you like this? My mouth on your cock?” You tantalise, pulling away for a short breather but keep your hand moving against him as he nods frantically. He speaks in mando’a, obvious obscenities that he didn’t want you to hear but you knew he was loving every second.

You grip his cock tighter, moving it gently in time with your warm mouth. Tech is panting, a string of nonsense and cursing amidst moans pouring from his lips repetitively. “Have you, uhhh fuck, done this before?”

Looking up at him from between his legs, cock in your mouth you smirk. “That good, huh?”

“Perfect. You clearly have…” he trails off, eyes blown wide with lust as you take him all the way in, tip hitting the back of your throat like it was nothing, “expertise.” He gasps.

You giggle, sending vibrations against him before pulling away with a pop and small saliva trail. “Why don’t you play with my hair, Tech?” You look to his hands, finally without something to hold that made him look a little helpless.

“Sure,” he rasps, reaching towards your head as his fingers play through your hair before grabbing it in a small scrunch as you allow him to guide your head back to his cock, “keep sucking pretty girl.” He purrs and you obey without a second glance.

Sucking harder, your tongue swirls around his cock in all the places Tech is growing to adore. He is holding onto your hair securely, but not too rough as he can see the pleasure you get from him taking control of the situation. You’re moaning against his length, eyes fluttering closed as a mix of juices dance in your mouth.

“You’ve needed this haven’t you?” You gasp, licking down his shaft and towards his balls that you place an experimental kiss to. “You have been so tense, Tech. Always want to look after you.”

He sighs heavenly, head tilting to the side as you begin to suck on his sensitive balls whilst stroking his cock. “You’re not wrong, cyare. Ooh, right there. Good girl.”

His praises made your pussy throb but this was about him, all your attention focusing purely on the mewling man in front of you.

Moving back to his cock, you groan a little around him causing Tech to make the most obscene noises now, his hand clutching at your hair like a lifeline. You work your hand and tongue harder, faster, more persistent all the more he hears the Clones groans getting louder and more desperate. He’s shaking all over, things bouncing up and down and it might just be the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

You’re working at his cock for maybe just a minute when he begins to moan: “Kark, fuck, I'm gonna-.” He is saying your name over and over as his hips snap upwards once, twice and three times as his cock slams into the back of your throat until he's cumming in hot spurts.

Swallowing everything he has to offer, your heart pangs a little as Tech mumbles soft and frantic apologies. “I should have asked mesh’la,” he sighs but there was no denying that the feeling of cumming in your mouth was long overdue.

“Hush honey,” you pull your mouth away, wiping the corner of your mouth and placing a soft kiss to his thigh, “I didn’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” His hand that is now in your hair is playing with it softly, moving the sweaty bits out of the way as he gazes at you longingly.

“Positive.” Getting up off your knees, legs cramping just a bit you smile in slight amusement to see that his cock was still hard. “Looks like I didn’t help you out as much as I would’ve liked.” You nod towards his throbbing length and he flushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, despite my ejaculation I am still rather aroused at what has just occurred. Mainly because I am in the presence of a beautiful soul.” You melt at his words and think for a second. The others did say that they wouldn’t be back for a while…

You reach out a hand to him and carefully pull him up to his feet. He staggers a little but watches you with piqued interest as you lean towards his ear and kiss along his jaw. “Maybe you could help me with something?”

He’s melting at your words and without a thought, he grabs you by the hand and drags you towards the bunks. He may still have a fractured femur but that isn’t going to stop this man from fucking you into the next star system.

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THIS FIC NEEDS TO BE FOUND AND READ 😭😭😭

you guys, I need help finding a fic! I'm not sure if it was on here or AO3, but I remember there being a oneshot about Fives and Echo babysitting little Leia after the war. It was an AU where everything turned out fine, no order 66, but I think Echo still had his prostheses. Echo and Fives had moved into an apartment on Coruscant as roomies, and had finally won the raffle to take care of General Skywalker's kids. And little Leia manages to sneak off and breaks into the neighbor's apartment via the connected patio. It was an Echo x reader fic too, where the reader is the neighbor, if that helps!

Bad Batch Reacts…

S/o asking: “Can I kiss you?”

Description: you’ve been dating for a short while and in the transition between friends to dating, kissing always seems to slip your minds. So, in a moment of pure attention to your bad batcher, you just have to ask…

Note: I know it’s been a while, but I’ve been extremely burnt out. If you’ve sent a request I promise I’m trying my best to get things done. Hopefully, with the release of season two this burnt out will turn to inspiration. This has been sitting in my drafts for a bit, so i finished it up to let everyone know I’m still alive. I hope you enjoy! And happy new year!

Warnings: fluff, kissing, maybe suggestive, bit of insecurity

Crosshair

Spending time away from the others was always nice…

Even if it was only 10ft away from the ship.

The two of you stand by the lake attempting to skip the little acorns on the ground across the water.

You’re both talking about the latest mission and he can’t stop teasing you about how you had slipped in the mud which somehow managed to mask you from the droids, but also need to head back to the ship without the boys.

Pretending to be annoyed at the admittedly hilarious event, you throw one of the acorns at him.

“You want to try that again?” He asks, his harsh voice edged with a playful tone you would’ve missed if you didn’t know him so well.

You stick out your tongue as you toss another acorn at him.

Suddenly, he moves toward you, earning a shout as you bolt away from him.

He chases you along the water, throwing the acorns he had at you, trying not to laugh as you squeak at each hit.

Suddenly lost for breath from laughing and squeaking, you stop and suddenly you runs straight into you.

He pulls you on top of him so he doesn’t crush you on the way down.

A loud splash is heard as the two of you become drenched in the cold water of the lake.

The two of you can’t help but to break out into laughter, not making any motion to get up.

As he’s still chuckling to himself, you feel your gaze drift to his laughing mouth and your hand finds purchase on his cheek.

He raises his brow at you, a small smirk on his lips, only you had the privilege to see.

You feel your breath catch as you quickly glance to his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, a sudden wave of confidence overcoming you as you lean closer to him.

He’s almost caught off guard by the question, but he doesn’t let you know that as he pulls your face to his and locks his lips to yours.

Soon, you separate, and he pushes your face away from him, smirking to yourself as you whine.

“We need to get out of the water.” He states, but truly, he just wanted to hide his face from you.

He felt like his skin was on fire as he thinks of that look in your eyes and just how focused you had become on him and only him.

All he wanted to do was kiss you again, just… somewhere a lot more private.

Wrecker

“Watch! You’re not looking! Watch!”

You can’t help but laugh at his eager tone as he tries to draw your attention away from your work.

“Alright! Alright! I’m watching!”

You watch as he picks up a tree that had recently fallen

He lets out a grunt as he holds it above his head.

It was silly, and slightly worrisome, the way he always tried to impress you by lifting such heavy objects.

“Tsk Tsk! Always showing off, Wrecker! Yet you never pick me up.” You scoff with a playful tone, turning your head, pretending to be jealous of the tree.

“I can carry you!” Wrecker counters, dropping the tree with a loud thud before he rushes over to you.

“W-wait Wrecker I was just playing—!”

Your feet are no longer touching the ground as Wrecker scoops you up.

From your surprise, you wrap your arms around his neck before he starts spinning in place.

You let out a squeal, as the world blurs, squeezing him tightly as he laughs.

When he finally stops, he stumbles, earning another startled squeak from you at the idea he was going to fall.

The two of you fall into a fit of laughter as soon as the world steadies once more.

“I could hold you like this all the time!” He declares, gripping your thigh and arm as he uses you as a weight to curl.

“Wrecker!” You squeak once more before laughing as he holds you properly once more.

Brushing your thumb along his cheek, you sit up further in his arms and he responds by adjusting his grip.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you pop the question: “Can I kiss you?”

“Heh, Heh…” he’s flustered as he laughs. “Is that even a question?”

“Mmm, I just wanted to make sure.” You hum, pressing your lips to his.

He gets all giddy as he kisses you back, adjusting the way he’s holding you in order to kiss you better.

When you pull away, you feel his grip on you loosen before he adjusts his grip on you once more.

“Can I— c-can I kiss you? …again?”

Tech

There he goes again on one of his information dumps.

Oh how you loved listening to him talk for hours on end of the most random things.

For now, he was talking about the nexu.

How this topic came to rise was beyond you as all you could do was stare at his lips, making your best attempts to make eye contact.

But it was just so difficult.

So many clever and intelligent words spilled from his mouth everyday, you just wanted to praise and reward him for how smart he was.

Not that any of his brothers would appreciate you boosting his ego.

“The nexu has four excellent eyes, the second pair, in fact, allows them to track their prey through their infrared vision. They also—”

“Tech,” you hum, wanting his eyes to meet yours again for the first time in the hour he’d been working on his latest project.

“Yes?” He asks, his eyes meeting yours, but you can’t find yourself able to hold their gaze as you continuously glance down at his lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

For the first time, since you confessed your feelings for him, you see him visibly buffering as his cheeks and the tips of his ears turn a light red.

“You want to kiss me? I-I mean— Ahem, yes, of course.” He stammers, his eyes suddenly looking everywhere except at you.

A giggle leaves your lips as you hold his head in your hands, bringing him closer to you.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly and his lips pucker ever so slightly, waiting for your to meet his.

You couldn’t help yourself, as you grin widely, brushing your lips lightly across his lips before kissing the side of his mouth.

Almost looking offended, his eyes open in surprise and he slightly pulls back.

That is, until you pull him back in and kiss him right on the lips.

He returns your kiss, his shoulders relaxing in relief that you actually kissed him on the lips this time.

“You’re so cute when you ramble.” You mumble after pulling away, only a mere centimeter away from his lips.

“Perhaps I should ramble more often…” he trails before kissing you once more, holding the back of your head in his hand.

“As long as I can shut you up with a kiss, you talk as much as you please.”

Hunter

It wasn’t often you two found yourself alone with each other.

In fact, the only time you ever found yourself alone together was in your bunk as you cuddled away one of his headaches.

Unfortunately, there was no avoiding the loud sounds of Tech fixing the ship on this random moon.

The buzzing sounds sent a throbbing pain through his head as he makes his best attempt to just focus all his senses on you, in an effort to tune it out.

“This isn’t working.” He grunts into the skin of your neck, attempting to pull you closer to him despite already being skin tight to himself.

“I’m sorry, love.” You answer, brushing your hand beneath his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as you cover his ears. “I have an idea, if you’d like to try?”

“It can’t hurt anymore than this.” He sighs, lifting his head up as he grimaced once more as Tech drills something into the shop once more.

Even if whatever you did didn’t wind up helping him in the end, he just appreciated that you were with him.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, glancing between his surprised eyes and lips.

Suddenly he’s very in tune to you.

Your steady breath, your trailing eyes.

The sound of your heartbeat and the warmth of his face combatting against the warmth of your hands.

“Kriff, cyare, do you even need to ask?” He answers, pressing you down on the bed as he kisses you deeply.

The sounds were suddenly way easier to drown out as he worked his lips against yours, only pulling away to catch your breath.

Well, at least now he was distracted.

Echo

It was often Echo found himself feeling insecure.

Ever since the two of you got together, he feels as though his confidence has taken a step backwards.

He’s constantly questioning why you would ever want to be with him, that you deserve someone better.

The two of you find yourselves sitting together, reading.

Echo, as usual, going over the reg manual for the 170th time.

You were just glad he could focus, because you certainly couldn’t.

You find yourself staring over the top of your datapad, the book you were reading was irrelevant to the focused man sitting before you, using your legs as an arm rest after you’d stretched yourself out over him.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky you were.

You were so scared to tell him how you felt, so afraid to ruin your friendship over your once seeming forbidden crush.

But now here you were, sitting with the most amazing guy in the galaxy.

He looked so focused, it was undeniably attractive.

The problem now was, you were starting to become very jealous of that reg manual.

“Hey, Echo?” You address, your heart seemingly slipping a beat as he meets your gaze.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, shifting closer to him, sitting on your knees, settling one between his mechanical legs, pushing the reg manual down so his gaze was completely on you.

He stutters your name with a deep red flush.

“I asked you a question, Corporal.” You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Of course you can kiss me.” He answers, a sudden spike of confidence in his voice.

You kiss him sweetly, sitting yourself down as his arms wrap around you.

“How did I get so lucky?” He asks when you separate for a breath.

“You deserve the best in life.” You answer, kissing him again like her life depended on it.

“ I’ll have to start asking for kisses more often.”

#I can fix him, unless-