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Cowboy Echo ❤️‍🔥

Echo and Reader are having a moment (hugging and talking softly)

Hunter and Tech are looking at them with proud and loving eyes. As Wrecker is walking towards them, Hunter’s spidey senses flare up. He has this feeling that Wreckers enthusiastic volume will kill the mood for Echo and Reader.

Hunter without thinking , jumps and slams himself onto Wrecker preventing him from breaking up the lovely couple.

Bonus: Tech runs and tries shush Wrecker

Wild Horses

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Doctor!Reader, Soap x Reader Part 2

Part 1

A/N: Y’all have asked and y’all have received. Enjoy! Let me know what you guys think, I always love to hear your thoughts! Reblogs are much appreciated! 😊💜

Summary: Imagine being the new physician assigned to the team and a certain masked individual takes a new keen concealed interest in you. The two of you are too awkward to function.

Warnings: language, fluff, angst. This one might be a little sad and Ghost is a bit of an ass-jerk so be prepared.

As mentioned before, Ghost completely stays clear of your vicinity after stepping out of your office. It’s not that he hates you. He’s just slightly irritated. With himself? Or is it you and that pretty face of yours and your comforting voice and your goddamn politeness and your accent. To be honest, the whole team adores your accent. He can’t tell. Remind you, this is a man who has probably never been shown any affection or tenderness so don't expect him to fall for you on the spot. This man needs therapy, like a lot of therapy. All he knows is that he doesn’t want to go through whatever it is he is feeling, finding the whole thing to be an inconvenience really. And because he doesn't know how to understand or face whatever these emotions are, he just buries it. It's easier for him that way.

Poor dude couldn’t even sleep last night, staring at the ceiling of his room and haunted by the idea that he accidentally offended you. This man may have a cold exterior but your scalpels are colder and sharper than the devil's jawline. He almost couldn’t blame you if you decided to inject some foreign substance into his bloodstream and make the whole thing look like it was a stroke. Wait, could you do that? Bloody fucking hell. This man spends too much time with his thoughts I swear.

The man spends the whole night trying to assess his feelings, or rather his attraction towards you, convinces himself you're just another pretty face. The man may be touch-starved but he knows there are other methods to handle his needs, even though it's been a long time since he's slept with a woman, like a really long time. But even then, that situation was different. There was never any intimacy involved, like a quick business transaction that finished just as quickly as it started. It only left him feeling as empty as he was before. Not to mention, he doesn't do well with human interaction and that one and only moment he had with a woman daunted him more than it needed to, and so he has remained abstinent ever since. And if he were being honest with himself, you're just a distraction. And how do you handle distractions? You steer clear of them.

So what does this man do? He does what he intended to do. He avoids you at all costs. Oh, is that you walking towards their small, makeshift kitchen to fix yourself a bagel in the morning? Guess what, he’s doing a full 180 and lurking behind a wall like Michael Myers and his stupid hedge, waiting until you’re finished so he can make himself his morning tea.

Not only that but he makes sure to take extra good care of himself, Vitamin C supplements or multivitamins, whatever it takes to keep himself in best health. He even looks up on Google for extra tips to prevent himself from having to send himself in. He had heard of the saying “an apple a day keeps the doctor away” and goes out of his way to buy an apple during his morning runs. But the poor chap has it all mixed up because when you walk into your office the next morning, you're surprised to see an apple just sitting there on your desk.

Ghost doesn't know that it's supposed to be the other way around and that the apple is actually supposed to be for himself. He doesn't bother to search up the meaning, nor does anyone bother to tell him because they don't even know that he's doing it in the first place. So every morning he goes on his run, he goes out and buys an apple, and so every morning you find one placed on your desk.

The first time you saw the fruit sitting there on the table where you worked, surrounded by your scattered paperwork, you were confused no doubt. You picked it up curiously in your hand, inspecting the bright red fruit before giving a shrug and biting into it, after you wash it of course. You think it's just a small little token of thanks from one of the men. Possibly Soap considering how flirty he was yesterday. Alejandro doesn't seem like the type to give fruits. He's more of a red rose and a bottle of wine kind of man.

But as days go by, each day you find an apple sitting on your desk. And as thoughtful as this gesture is, at this point, considering the amount of apples you've eaten, you're either going to have serious digestive issues or die of cyanide poisoning, as if you don't already have IBS. So what do you do? You start to collect the apples each morning, deciding to throw in your own twist to this gesture until one evening, the men come back from one of their missions to find a freshly baked apple pie and a stack of paper plates and some utensils sitting out on a table for them, including a small little card with the handwritten words "bone apple tea". What in the hell.

"What in the fucks is bone apple tea." Gaz scrunches his nose at the writing on the little card.

They're all standing around at the table staring at the pie with confusion written across their faces. All except Ghost of course, the way his eyes slightly widen once he sees it. His gut is telling him you're behind it. Hm I wonder what gave it away.

"What’s this?" Alejandro asks, tilting his head at the thing.

"Looks like apple pie." Gaz answers.

"Yes I know that." Alejandro remarks. “But what is it doing here?"

"Doubt it's from any one of you muppets." Price speaks up. He knows damn well none of these men know how to bake. There’s only one person here whose hands are skilled or nimble enough to make the braided trim on that crust. Not to mention the detailing in the center, like the way you carefully placed little leaf designs made from the crust on top of the braided design. Yup this was definitely you, unless someone else here had a secret talent they had been hiding.

Literally why are these men acting like the pie has poison it. As if Graves sent it or something. Just shut up and eat the pie before it gets cold you himbos.

"So who made it?" Soap asks, looking towards the others for answers.

"This," Alejandro chuckles after finally realizing, "this was made by the hands of a woman."

"Who, y/n?" Gaz quirks a brow, you're the only woman here.

How in the hell did you get the means to bake a complete fucking apple pie in a place like this? They always heard doctors have skilled and steady hands but what the actual fuck.

"Well don't mind me." Soap literally cuts a big ass slice for himself before going off to devour the thing.

The boys watch Soap basically almost moan once he takes a bite of your pie as he goes off yelling out something along the lines of "well tidy scran", before helping themselves to a slice.

Ghost is the last one to cut himself a slice. He was hesitant at first before finally giving in, plus he also got back from a mission and he's hungry. So when he digs in his fork and has his first taste, it's kinda like that scene from Ratatouille where the food critic Anton Ego finally takes a bite of Remy's food and is reminded of his childhood, except Ghost doesn't have a childhood.

Let me tell you these men are obsessed with your pie and are practically fighting over the last slice like a pair of siblings so don't be surprised when you wake up the next morning to the see that the plate that your pie was in is completely empty without a single crumb in sight. Jesus. Did they lick the table down too?

Also I think you may have just given Ghost a newfound sweet tooth. When he went back to his room that night, he's debating on whether he should keep his daily routine of giving you apples, so far it’s kept you away. What he doesn’t get is that you made a whole damn pie out of the apples he gave you when they were actually supposed to be for you, or him, if you look at it from his distorted perception. But wait. What if you know it's him, and that's why you made the pie in the first place? A way to a man’s heart is not only between the forth and fifth ribs, but it’s also through his stomach. And as much as he wants to deny it, he also kind of secretly wants you to bake another one. It's almost as if he's completely forgotten why he placed those apples on your desk in the first place.

So what do you see when you wake up the next morning? An empty plate and yet another apple sitting on your desk. Okay what the fuck. You've let it slide all those times but now you have got to know who's pulling this shit. It’s not that you hate apples, but the conception that you have no clue who’s behind this is making you start to view the poor defenseless fruit as an object of taunting and torment. And to be honest at this point, you're beginning to think this is some kind of joke. So with the apple in your hand, you head towards the common area where the others are currently settled.

“Okay who did it?” You call out once you enter the area.

Crickets chirping.

All heads snap towards you to see you standing there with an apple held in your hand. They're almost stunned to see you wandering about. They rarely ever see you since you're usually locked up in your office or your room.

The men have done a lot of shit so just what is it that are you asking. They stare at you with not a single thought behind their eyes, that is until their blood runs cold at what happened last night. Was the pie not meant for them? Shit.

“Did what?” Gaz gulps, trying to play it off as nothing happened.

"Who keeps leaving apples on my desk like I'm about to host a county fair?"

"Come again?" Price asks, not that he didn't hear you, but it's probably the most anyone has heard you speak that isn't related to your work. Not only that, but they’re so used to hearing your “doctor” voice that your normal voice is a whole pitch lower and almost sounds foreign and alien to their ears. Not that they’re complaining because they honestly love hearing it.

"Someone has been leaving apples on my desk every single day." You repeat yourself more slowly. "And I'd like to know who."

So you're not mad about the pie.

Ghost immediately snaps his head away from your direction and nearly chokes on his tea. It's almost a miracle he doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns away.

The others are still staring at you, a tad bit scared of the expression that sat on your face. They couldn't make out if you were upset or not.

"Well?" You ask, leaning against the doorframe with your hand stuffed in your coat pocket while your other hand tossed the apple about in the air.

"Couldn't be me." Soap answers.

The others shake their heads as you squint your eyes at each and every one of them, trying to decipher the culprit. "Whoever it is, I will find out." You take a bite out of the apple before tossing it to the nearest person, who happened to be Alejandro, before starting to leave the area.

Alejandro catches the apple between his hands, staring down at the fruit with a chuckle to see where you had bit into it before taking a bite of his own.

Soap can't help but clench his jaw at Alejandro's cockiness. Ghost just turns away unbothered, it’s none of his concern. Or at least that’s what he tells himself.

"Wait you're not mad about the pie?" Gaz calls out after you.

"What pie?" You turn back.

Wot

"The pie....from last night."

"I have no clue what you're talking about." You put on your best innocent expression before walking away.

The men snap their heads towards each other. Have they been poisoned? The longer they stare at each other, the more panicked they get.

Alejandro glances down at the apple you had thrown in his hands and is so close to spitting out the bite he had taken.

"I'm kidding." Your voice nearly makes them jump out of their skin as they turn to see your head popped through the doorway. "The pie was from me." You walk away again before turning back around. "Oh, I almost forgot. I have your blood results so if you're free, come see me when you get the chance."

Shit. Ghost thinks to himself after hearing you mention the blood results. He is hoping his blood sample got demolished in some shape or form, but the way you didn't even try to pull him aside to break the "unfortunate" news tells him otherwise. He's just not going to show.

The men watch you walk away in silence after your little moment of humor. They almost don't know how to react. The way the warmth of your voice blended with the obscurity of your words threw them in for a loop.

All except Ghost have no clue who has been sending you apples, but whoever it is that is sending you the fruit, they think that person is trying to win you over. So what started out as some misunderstanding on Ghost's end has now turned into this whole peacocking ordeal. Now it's a competition of who gets you better gifts in order to gain your affection, mainly Soap and Alejandro and even Gaz, but mostly Soap. Price still shows you appreciation for your work and what you do in his own way.

Poor Ghost was just trying to manifest "an apple a day keeps the doctor away". So who’s gonna tell him?

Anyways, when you return to your office to work on your paperwork, the boys go out to get you a little something before meeting up with you to go over their bloodwork results. Despite Soap and Gaz's efforts, Alejandro is the first to leave and the first to return. And just as Soap returns with his little gift for you, Alejandro beats him to it, a smirk playing on his lips as he enters your office with a red rose in hand. Poor Gaz wasn't able to find you anything special so he gets you a cool looking rock he saw instead.

Soap is practically fuming. If you squint hard enough, you might see smoke coming out his ears.

You hear a knock on your door and look up from where you sat at your desk to see Alejandro stepping into your office, a sly smirk on his lips as he holds out a rose.

"Alejandro." You quirk a brow. "What's this?"

"For you, hermosa."

"Oh?" You cock your head back in surprise as you take the rose from his hands. "What for?"

"Oh just a little way of showing appreciation." Alejandro leans against your desk.

"Why thank you Alejandro" You blink, trying your best to push down the blush that tries to creep itself onto your cheeks.

"My pleasure."

You decide to place the flower inside the empty vase you had already set out from before when you moved your things in. "I had been meaning to get some flowers to brighten up the area."

"There's no need" Alejandro smirks. "I'm afraid the rose doesn't compare to you. You do that all on your own."

Little do you know Soap is listening in on the whole thing with a frown. If he pressed his ear any closer he'd fall right through the door. Sure the Scots have their special charm but Alejandro is different and has the most rizz out of all of them, and Soap is fully aware and has always heard they make better lovers and that only adds to his panic.

Now you're definitely not able to hide the heat that spread through your face. You can't tell if it's the state of being flustered or just social anxiety. Well they weren't wrong about Alejandro having a way with words. "Geez, thank you Alejandro. But there really is no need for flattery."

"For you, anything hermosa."

Omfg this dude.

You look away from his strong gaze, managing to shove your flustered state away and stopping yourself from releasing the sharp wit you inherited from your father. Clearing your throat, you open up his file. "Well that really is kind of you Alejandro. And since you are already here, I have the results from your blood work."

"Oh? Everything should be good yes?"

"Well yes, for the most part but-"

"But what?" Alejandro looks confused. What's wrong with his blood?

"Your cholesterol levels are pretty high." You open up his file and read over his results.

"They are?"

"I'm afraid so, but not at a dangerous level. You should probably cut out some of that fried food and red meat and watch your butter intake. Nothing too serious though. Add some greens into your diet, as well as some nuts and whole grains and definitely more fruits and veggies and you're good to go." You hand him a copy of his results before giving a look of grimace. "But watch out on the fiber though. Too much of it can lead to increased bowel movements."

"Increased what?"

"You know, a case of the shits."

The way Soap pulls his ear away from the door and slaps his palm on mouth to keep himself from letting out the most offensive laugh known to mankind. If only you could have seen it. Is he going to bring this up in Alejandro's presence? Maybe.

Alejandro looks over the papers you gave him. "Wait really?"

"Yeeaaah." You give the poor fellow a sympathetic smile. "But hey, everything you need to know is right on those papers, so as long as you cut out the foods mentioned and get a higher intake of the others listed, you'll be back to normal in no time."

"Oh uh. Thank you y/n. I appreciate it."

"Anytime Alejandro." You smile. "You know where to find me."

The way Soap nearly trips over himself as he backs away from the door after hearing footsteps, as if he wasn't eavesdropping on every thing.

Alejandro opens the door and walks out of your office, eyes glued to the papers while Soap is just standing there trying not to be noticed.

The moment Alejandro is out of sight, Soap goes over and knocks on your door.

"Come in." You look up and smile to see Soap. Over the course of the few days since you first arrived here, you were to quick to warm up to the young Scotsman, finding comfort and humor in his personality. You enjoyed hearing him talk about just about anything, and his accent always helped to make whatever he had to say all the more interesting. It really is a good thing he does most of the talking since you make a better listener and love to hear what others have to say.

Soap knows you don't talk much and how you prefer to listen and hear stories, so he always makes sure to keep you entertained. This man is 100% golden retriever energy. Also he calls you lass and lassie and you just eat that shit up, he loves how you blush and that small restrained smile appears on your face whenever he says it. Don't worry, so would I. "Soap! You can have a seat if you want, this will be brief."

"Oh uh, I've actually got you something." Soap hands you a small box.

"Oh?" You quirk a brow as you take the box from his hands? What is it with everyone giving you gifts? Are they in on something you're not? "What is it?" You ask as you open the small box to see a bunch of what looks to be biscuits.

"Scottish shortbread." Soap smiles, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. "I brought them along with me from back home but I thought you'd like them with your morning coffee."

"Wait, are you sure you don't want them for yourself? I feel bad."

"Nah. I can always get more.......if-when I go back home. You keep em. It's for ya. Think of it as a welcoming gift.....for all ya done, and the pie ya made for us."

"Soap, I don't know what to say." You give the man a heartfelt smile. "Thank you.....really, it's very thoughtful of you. It'll give me a variety from my bagels."

"Don' mention it." Soap places his hands behind his back before noticing a small framed picture you had set up on your desk that definitely wasn't there before. "Is that you?"

"Hm?" You raise you brow to see what he is referring to and seeing him gesture to the photo.

"Oh. Yeah, that's me as a little girl." You glance at the photo as a soft smile appears on your face. It was a picture of you when you were a little girl around the age of 5, when your dad took you on a camping trip to Zion. The two of you were sitting near the tent he had set up overlooking the mountain range with you sitting in his arms while he played his guitar, wearing that same old baseball cap of his that you had grown accustomed to seeing as you grew up. The longer you looked at the picture and relived that core memory, glancing at the crooked grin that sat on your little face and the way your father beamed, the more your face began to match the fond look that radiated off your father's eyes as he looked down at your giggling state.

"That's quite the smile you got there." Soap teases, chuckling at the expression you held in the photo.

"Oh please." You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he was joking about. "I know I looked goofy. My baby teeth were falling out."

"And that's yer dad?"

"Yup. That's my old man."

"Ya have yer father's eyes." Soap smiles at you, knowing now where you inherited that certain warmth held in your eyes that was able to put the coldest man at ease by just one look.

You let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at the ground to blink away the tears that have yet to form before looking back up at the soldier. "I've been told."

"Where was this taken? The scenery is absolutely braw."

"That was taken at Zion National Park in Utah. My dad had taken me there on a camping trip."

"It's absolutely gorgeous."

"Maybe I'll take you one day."

"Ya mean it?" Soap turns towards you, a grin forming on his face.

"Why not? It's been a while since I went, not since the photo."

"I think you've just made my day lass." Soap smirks before turning to the other photo. "And I'm guessing that's you as well." Soap gestures to the other photo of you around your middle school years that your dad had taken of you, wearing a wet suit as you sat on your surfboard, a grin on your face and your hair matted with salt water while one of your hands formed the shaka sign. "I dinnae ken you surfed."

"Oh yeah, surfing was my life. This was back when I had caught my first wave in Hawaii. My dad was so proud. Took me out for shaved ice right after and couldn't stop bragging to everyone there about how effortlessly I had tube ridden that thing."

"Your dad sounds like a great man."

"The best."

Soap notices the way your smile ever so slightly dropped at one of the corners, as if some sadness had managed to overcome whatever memories that lied in your head so he clears his throat, deciding not to press on the subject any better. "So how does my blood look?"

"Good actually." You blink, his statement reminding you of what you were going to do since he stepped into your office in the first place. "Your levels are all pretty balanced." You hand him a copy of his results. "As for the muscle cramps you mentioned, try to get a higher intake of electrolytes like potassium, magnesium, and calcium. And most importantly, don't forget to stay hydrated and drink lots of water."

"Aye ma'am. I'll make sure of it."

"Thank you Soap."

"No, thank you." Soap gives you one last smile before heading out. "I'll see you around."

"Bye."

It was not long after Soap left that Gaz entered next followed by Price, hearing you go over their results with intent ears. You actually really loved the little rock Gaz had given you, he had even drawn a smiley face on for you. You thought it was really cute despite his embarrassment in not finding you something better. And after the two left, there was only one person left that had yet to show up at your door. Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

Not wanting to pressure the man who looks like he'd stab you for looking at him the wrong way, you decided to stay at your desk, working over some paperwork of your own until the time comes when he decides to show up whenever he sees comfortable.

Picking up your mug, you decide to get some more coffee, leaving your office and heading to the kitchen area to brew yourself a new cup. Looking up from your feet, you see Ghost walking walking in your direction in front of you.

"Ghost!" You call out to him, or as much as you can call out. You never were one for raising your voice, despite the many times your previous teachers had urged you to speak up, displeased with the way you preferred to keep to yourself as opposed to your more extroverted peers. But even when carrying out their commands to speak louder, you always hated doing so, thinking it drew too much attention towards you. It's a wonder you got through med school and became a doctor in the first place.

Ghost had heard you calling out his name and immediately his muscles tense. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him because that only meant one thing, being dragged into your office to go over his blood results until something else insulting slips from his lips. I promise he doesn't hate your guts! So in order to evade you, this man does the first thing that comes to mind, he walks straight into the nearest room, which just so happens to be the shared showers. Simon you dumb fuck. Let’s hope Price isn’t butt ass naked in there for Simon’s sake.

You blink, standing there with your mug that your friend from college thought would be funny to gift you when you started med school, the one that had the words "I have a PHD" in bold colorful letters with the finer print "pretty huge dick" right below it (of course you never used that mug back at the hospital or else you'd hear about it).

So with your mug in hand, you watch the masked man walk straight into the room where the shared showers were. Huh. Well that's weird. You try to give the man the benefit of the doubt, thinking he just did not hear you. Maybe he'll stop by later. So shrugging off what just happened, you head into the kitchen to make yourself a fresh cup of coffee. God an iced coffee sounds good right now.

Once you had headed back to your office, finishing up your work and taking little breaks in between to read your book or snack on something, an hour turned into two, and so forth. Until you looked at your clock and it was already past the time of sunset. Jesus. Where did this dude go? Getting up from your chair, you step out of your office, holding the door open and seeing not a single soul headed in your direction. What in the-

With furrowed brows, you step back into your office, staring down at Ghost's results that just sat there waiting to be picked up.

"Goddamn it." You hiss between your teeth. You have no idea what his issue is or why he avoids you as if you spit in his fruit loops or tea or whatever. But if he keeps this up, it could interfere with your own job. Looking around at your desk, an idea pops into your head as you grab two things that lied there, a sticky note and a two dum-dum lollipops, a sugar cookie flavor and a butterscotch one.

Heading out of your office, you head towards where the men's rooms are located before stopping at a certain particular one, surveying the area around you to make sure no one sees you before staring straight at the door in front of you. Taking out your pen, you write on the note "please stop by my office when you get a chance", making sure to add your initials in the corner before taping it to his door along with the two lollipops, hoping the candy will be some sort of bribe.

"God I hope this works and he doesn't shoot me in the head." You mutter out before heading back to your own quarters that was separate from the men's due to standard protocol. Throwing off your coat and your clothes, you threw on an oversized t-shirt and some sweats, eating a microwaveable dinner in your own room before getting ready to go to bed. There was nothing you craved more than to collapse onto the mattress and bury yourself under the covers. And as you finished brushing your teeth, turning off the lights and getting into a comfortable position under your blanket, all you could do was stare at the ceiling above you.

Little did you know, that same night, in that same moment, there was another who could not sleep, staring at the ceiling as you did now. He had saw the note that you had left him on his door, as well as the two lollipops. It almost annoyed him, whatever it was you were showing towards him. And it did not help that the note had smelled of you, of that perfume that oh so enriched his senses. The man literally has your note laying on top of his bedside table along with the lollipops. He'll throw it out first thing tomorrow he tells himself.

"Oh come the fuck on." You moaned as you turned over onto your side but to no avail. No matter how hard you tried to shut your eyes and shut out any thoughts that attempted at keeping you awake, you just could not fall asleep until you finally give up. "Jesus fuck shit fuck." You hiss to yourself as you throw the blanket off you, sitting up on your bed and throwing on your sweatpants before getting up. Usually on nights like this where you couldn't sleep, you'd find a way to calm your nerves, whether it be reading or drawing or listening to a comforting audiobook.

So, grabbing your pillow and blanket, you open up your closet and grab your father's acoustic guitar, going back over to your bed and staring at the framed photo of your dad that sat on the bedside table before taking that with you as well. Leaving your room, you make sure to be as quiet as possible, looking both ways before heading up towards the roof of the building.

When you were little and had trouble sleeping, your dad used to take you outside to where the two of you had built a little fort, where the two of you would lay under the stars, brushed over by the cool night breeze as he played his guitar, singing old folk and slow classic rock songs until you finally fell asleep. And as you stepped onto the roof, craning your neck to stare up at the stars above you, you were reminded of those moments and the peace it gave you. Setting your bedding down, you prop the picture of your dad up next to you before sitting down with the guitar in hand.

"Hey dad." Your voice is a whisper as you look down at the photo of your father beside you. The photo was taken not even a month after you were born. He had taken you to the fire station he was stationed at, excited to introduce his team to his new precious baby girl, his first child. You could almost say it was your favorite photo of him, sitting on the front bumper of the firetruck in his uniform with you bundled up in a pink blanket in his arms.

"I know it's been a bit of a while since we've last talked." You sigh, forming your fingers into a chord on the fretboard of the guitar. "So to make up for it, I'm going to sing you one of the songs I always used to sing. You know the one, it's one of my favorites, and yours too."

Despite his efforts to fall asleep, Simon had ended up stepping out of his room, walking about the grounds to somewhat ease his mind. This was obviously nothing new to him, he always had trouble sleeping. And during those nights he had trouble sleeping, he'd take a walk to help clear his head. He found comfort in the silence of the night, when everything and everyone was asleep. He would usually go to his favorite spot on the rooftop, where he would seek refuge under the obsidian skies and the silver stars.

As he goes up the stairs that lead up to the roof, he stops at the sound that comes from beyond the door, what sounds to be someone singing and strumming the guitar. Curious to know who the hell had taken his spot and had the radio playing, he goes up further to investigate. So imagine his surprise when he finds you there instead, wrapped up in your blanket and strumming against your guitar, singing The Sundays cover of Wild Horses.

"Childhood living is easy to do The things that you wanted, I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my hands" Your voice is ethereal as you sing out the lyrics, your face molded into these deep emotions you can't quite explain.

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild horses couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain And now you've decided to show me the same No sweeping exits or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

Faith has been broken and tears must be cried Let's do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday."

During the entirety of the song, Simon stands there in the distance behind you, hidden in the shadows, entranced, and can't seem to explain the tingles he feels washing over his body. He thinks he has intruded upon you and wants to leave you to your solitude in what seems to be an intimate moment for you, and yet he can't seem to be able to get his feet to move. Instead he's watching you with this newfound interest. He had never expected you to play the guitar as you did, nor have the voice that you did. So as you finish your song, he almost trips over his own feet trying to back away, scared that you might somehow notice that he had been there this whole time.

"God I miss you dad." You wipe away at the tears that start to spill down your cheeks despite your attempts to wipe them away with the back of your sleeve, scanning your eyes over the stars that scattered across the sky, imagining he was up there amongst them. "I miss you so much."

Regaining his footing, Ghost is careful to open the door leading back into the building, that is until he hears you let out what sounds to be a choked sob. He turns his head back towards you, seeing you bring your knees up to your chest as you cry out, mumbling something he can't quite understand. With his hand still holding the door open, he looks down at the set of stairs, turning his head back towards you for one more time before going down the steps, being careful to shut the door without any noise possible.

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Hello there! I was wondering if you could do echo and reader oneshots where the reader is gets injured during a mission and she’s scared of the droids and equipment like echo is and he helps her stay calm during the medical exam. 🥺 I just feel like echo would be such a caring little bean with something like this.

General Kenobi! Aloha!

Sweet Echo is perfect for a scenario like this, for sure!

TBB Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Right Here With You

Warning: Angst/Panic Attack/ Injury/ Fluff/Comfort

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After being injured on a mission, you need to go to the infirmary. Your anxiety flares up, and you want to get out of there as soon as possible. However, Echo comes to help you get through the time in the infirmary.

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You are lying on the stretcher, surrounded by two medics and a medical droid. Your pulse is racing, you feel the pain in your side and in your leg, where the blaster shots hit you. But more intense than the pain is the feeling of helplessness, the sterile environment you've just been brought into, the droid, the strange faces, the equipment and medical tools around you.

Your eyes twitch in panic from one point to another, searching for something familiar, but everything you see and hear is alien and sterile, cold and mechanical, even the two medic clones. Familiar faces and yet not. Bright, cold light surrounds you.

Your heart beats fast and hard in your chest, as if trying to break out, your breathing is erratic and much too fast.

"She is hyperventilating," you hear the droid say in his mechanical manner.

Somewhere in the chaotic helplessness you feel, you keep feeling the pain burning up, sharp, stabbing, hot. Yet the pain is not predominant, it is fear that is much more dominant, helplessness. Tears run down your cheeks, you didn't even notice, but now you realize that your face is wet. You feel as heavy as lead, as if paralyzed.

Someone injects you with painkillers. The pain subsides, but the panic does not.

"She's still hyperventilating, her pulse is going crazy," says one of the clone medics.

The other says, "It's not the pain."

"A panic attack," the droid says matter-of-factly.

"Echo," the word, the name, comes over your lips, shaky and quiet, but one of the clones has heard you.

"What are you saying?" he inquires softly.

"Echo," you repeat a little louder in a hoarse voice, "Echo, I want Echo."

The clones look at each other.

"Echo? Is that one of our brothers?" one asks the other.

"Yes I think so"

"He was with me when I arrived here. Where is he?" you say much more clearly, yet panic still almost constricts your throat.

The droid says, "It's against protocol to-"

"Shut up tin can," one of the clones grumbles at him and says to his colleague, "Go check outside, maybe he's waiting there."

The droid says, disgruntled, "This is unusual and not according to protocol"

"I don't care, I want Echo" you growl at him.

The clone with you says, "It will definitely help her to calm down if he is there".

The droid says impassively, "Tranquilizers would have done the trick."

You hear a familiar voice say your name. You turn your head and see Echo enter the treatment room, accompanied by the second Medic. He looks worried. The look in his eyes is gentle, but his brow furrows in worry.

"Echo!" you exclaim with a sob that startles not only him, but you are a little as well. Until just now, you didn't realize how upset you really were.

He hurriedly comes closer to your side, reaching for your hand on your uninjured side. You cling to it with trembling fingers.

Echo speaks to you calmly and gently, "Hey, sweetie, it's okay, it's going to be okay".

"Please stay here," you say softly, still crying.

Echo nods with a soft little smile.

"I'll stay right here with you".

You let out a shaky, relieved sigh. As you look at him, your pulse gradually calms. Your heart still feels a little agitated, but nowhere near panic anymore.

"Look at me and breathe with me, slowly and steadily, deeply in and out".

You do what he tells you and gradually feel the fear dissipate. The clones and the droid tend to your wounds, but you only look at Echo and he at you. His smile widens a little.

"You're doing great," he says affectionately.

"I'm sorry," you say softly.

He frowns.

"Why? What are you sorry for?"

"For being so whiny."

Echo shakes his head, "You're not whiny. You took quite a beating, and you're still in a bit of shock, I've seen seasoned soldiers have more severe panic attacks over lesser things."

You smile and say, "I know you're lying, but that's sweet of you."

Echo shakes his head, "I'm not lying."

You take a deep breath, feeling his hand gently squeeze yours. Finally, you ask him meekly, "Please don't tell the others."

Echo leans in slightly and whispers, "It will be our secret."

"Thank you" you say touched and add, "I feel safe with you. I'm sorry if I ambushed you with this".

Echo laughs softly and says, "I'm the last person to blame you, you know how much I hate this place" more gently he adds, "And I'm very flattered, my dear"

"Can you stay until I'm allowed out of here?"

Echo nods and smiles.

"As I said before, I'll stay right here with you".

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

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A great way to start The Bad Batch Season 2 imo :)

I honestly love that Echo slipped and fell because he wasn’t looking straight.

Like he stepped wrong but didn’t see it coming since he was so worried behind him 😂

Accidents like these are human <3 Gives me comfort seeing that the Bad Batch are shown as humans and not always perfect.

Put him in rice.

He will be fine.

TECH THEORY SEASON 2

SO HOW IS EVERYONE DOING AFTER EPISODE 13!!!???

I am so happy with this episode <3 It was so wholesome

I just wanted to ramble about why Phee works well as Tech's love interest in the Bad Batch!

The creators were waving it under our nose this entire episode!

*Tech has a new perspective of artifacts from different cultures because of his experience in Serenno (w/ Romar). Phee repeatedly mentioned that she was the "liberator of ancient wonders" and no matter the monetary value of said artifact- nothing matters more than the culture itself.

At one point, he stayed around with Phee (for a bit) to ensure that the artifact would be placed somewhere safely on Pabu.

I can COMPLETELY see Phee and Tech going to different planets to try and restore lost artifacts. Tech would most likely want to learn more about the culture itself while Phee would seek the adventure.

This entire episode was about domestic bliss, and that was only brought by her.

Tech was aware that Omega was enjoying herself with someone her age. He most likely would want to stay on Pabu for her as well. *If Phee and tech were to become a thing, then the girls could be family 👀 *

Also - I gotta love the brotherly teasing from Wrecker (and Hunter).

ALSO- Tech's reaction to "Brown Eyes" GOT ME!!! Her saying that clearly caught him off guard and in the most cutest way possible <3

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UUGGHH, I AM SUCH A ROMANTIC! WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN 😭

I am so excited for part 2!

I love ur work sm, it’s always great to read when I need me some clone content

Can I get uhhhh, Fives (or any other clone you choose, although I feel like fives would be good for this) x shy fem!Reader who’s very inexperienced/a virgin, and like VERY inexperienced, like sis has never even touched herself before (not because of like religious reasons or whatever, she just literally didn’t know how)

Ty :)

Aloha! Thank you so much!

Yes you can :)) I think Fives is a good 'go to guy' for scenarios like this, but don't underestimate Echo! Okay here we go- Fives for you :)

Fives x Virgin Fem!Reader-Smut Short Fic - Part 1/2 I've Got So Much Love For You

Soft Smut Short Fic

Warnings: A bit angsty/ Strong language

Summary: You and Fives have been a couple for a little while now. You haven't had any intimate experiences yet. However, thanks to Fives, you are already a pro at kissing, and he loves to make out. So far he hasn't pushed you into anything and he probably doesn't intend to, yet you feel uneasiness about the subject of becoming more intimate. You're afraid he won't wait much longer for you to allow more. However, this is not due to him but rather to his environment and how it reacts to your until now rather chaste relationship. Other than that, he has a reputation for being flirty and hands on. You fear he might start to get bored with you. Don't worry, Fives already knows how to handle you and your fears.

I've Got So Much Love For You

You're nervous, as you always are when you're on your way to meet Fives. It's that comfortable nervousness, the one that makes your heart beat faster just at the thought of seeing him soon, hearing his voice and melting under his cheeky smile.

Your pulse is fast, everything inside you is tingling the closer you get to your meeting point. You're on your way to the elevators that lead to the rooftop garden atop your apartment complex. This rooftop garden is where you always meet because you happened to meet there the very first time. It's a cute little tradition. You meet on the rooftop garden every time and then go from there to your apartment or to a restaurant or a movie theater. It had been Five's idea when you wouldn't tell him exactly where you lived on the first date.

As you're at the bend in the hallway leading to the elevators, you hear voices, clones, unmistakably. One of them is Fives, you can hear it in the way he emphasizes the words. The other voice of one of his brothers, apart from being the voice of a clone, is not familiar to you. Your heart beats faster with joy, but you stop when you hear the unknown clone say, "How long have you two been together now?"

"Almost three months," Fives replies, and your heart leaps at the proud tone that resonates in his words.

"And you still haven't been intimate?"

There is a pause and you feel your heart slip into your pants. You stay out of sight behind the turn in the aisle and prick up your ears.

"This is none of your business, but what makes you think that anyway?" asks Fives finally, a little irritated.

"Well, it's obvious from the way you walk," the other voice sneers.

You can hear Fives' eye roll in his voice as he says, "Gee, Sly, you sure are talking trash again"

"Trust me! I see that! The way you're walking it's obvious you've got bulging balls!" laughs Sly.

Fives laughs, "Shut up and get lost, I'm on my way to a meeting with her"

Sly lets out a whistle and says, "Ooooh, maybe she'll let you have her today."

"You let me worry about that", snorts Fives.

You waited until Fives got on the elevator and the other clone left. As you also board one of the elevators to the top, you have a very queasy, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach on the ride up and your heart feels heavy.

Fives is already standing there, as usual he has no patience in his butt. He paces up and down. But he smiles broadly as he sees you coming into the garden. However, his smile freezes and disappears, finally giving way to a worried expression.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asks as he approaches you and finally gently grabs your upper arms with both hands, left and right.

Of course, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. You're apparently not very good at hiding your feelings, at least not from Fives.

Nervously, you say, "Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong?"

Fives tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you scrutinizingly. He doesn't seem to believe you. You know that critical look in his brown eyes.

"Are you sure there isn't something you want to get off your chest?" he inquires.

You get even more nervous, can't look him in the eye anymore. In your mind's eye, you have a very strange image of Fives with thick, blue balls the size of meilooruns. You're not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

"It's nothing," you say, smiling shyly at him.

You know he still doesn't believe you, but doesn't press you further. With a soft sigh, he kisses your forehead and says, "Maybe you'll tell me later when we're cuddled up on the couch."

You almost forgot, tonight you have a movie night planned at your house. You swallow but keep smiling as he takes your hand and walks with you to the elevators. Of course you are attracted to him and with your touches and kisses you have felt arousal, even sometimes when you were just thinking about him. But you haven't even dared to touch yourself yet, how should you know how to touch him?

You spend the way to your apartment in silence and Fives keeps giving you a sideways glance. Whatever is on your mind doesn't seem to let him go. You'd love to know what's on his mind. Does he perhaps also have insecurities and fears towards you? Is he also worried that he might make mistakes?

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly as you open the door and Fives walks into your living room with a thoughtful expression.

He turns to you as you are about to close the apartment door and says, "Honestly, I'm still wondering what's on your mind. I'm a little worried it might have something to do with our relationship."

For a moment you look at him with surprised silence. You didn't really expect him to be unsettled. Not Fives.

"What do you mean. What should be the matter with our relationship?" you finally ask him curiously.

Fives shrugs, flashes a wry little nervous smile, and replies, "I am one face among so many that are the same. Perhaps you have grown weary of the sight. Maybe another one of my brothers appeals to you more.... I don't know, things like that."

You are shocked to hear that he really has such thoughts. You certainly don't want him to feel so insecure. Fives should not be afraid that he might not be enough.

You finally give in and say, "It's nothing like that."

"Aha! So there' s really something bothering you?"

He has one eyebrow cocked at you, his expression scrutinizing.

"Yes. It also actually has something to do with our relationship. But not what you might think"

Fives frowns, looking even more worried than before. You can tell he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He scratches the back of his neck, then crosses his arms in front of his chest, as if he's already preparing himself for a low blow.

Fives takes a deep breath and says, "Okay. Shoot. What's up?"

You walk into the open kitchen where he can also see and hear you from the living room. As you pour you both a Corellian ale, you begin to speak.

"I don't really know how to say this. But I heard you earlier, or rather you guys. You and Sly, by the elevators. What you guys were talking about got me thinking."

Fives laughed, he was amused and relieved.

"Because of the comment about... My way of walking? That's just nonsense, mesh'la"

You hand him one of the ale glasses and take a sip of your own before saying, "Well. Is it really nonsense?"

He blinks in confusion and looks at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

You shrug your shoulders cautiously.

"So far, when we've been close, we've never gone very far, if you know what I mean. We've been together for a while, though, and I wonder how much more patience you can muster."

Fives laughs softly.

"As much as is necessary my love"

"And that is?"

He frowns.

"What exactly is it about this whole thing that makes you so nervous?"

You chew on your lower lip for a while and finally blurt out almost hastily, as if the sound of the words frightens you, "I'm a virgin!"

Fives blinks several times, then a light comes on.

"Oooooh. So you're nervous about that famous first time? That's what's on your mind?"

With a sigh, you admit, "In a way. I was worried you might get bored with me because you've been waiting so long. Besides, I would really like to get closer to you, even on a physical level. But I have absolutely no idea how and what to do, what to expect."

Fives grabs your hand and with a smile pulls you to the sofa, sits down with you and says, "I'm in no hurry. Sure of course I think about it, that's normal. But I've got so much love for you, Cyar'ika, it doesn't matter how long I have to wait for it"

Your heart beats very fast and wild in your chest.

"What if I want to try today?"

He smiles wryly.

"Then I would be more than willing to comply with your request. However, I don't want you to feel pressured because of my brother's stupid comments. That was just nonsense. He was just teasing me, we do it to each other all the time."

You shake your head.

"No, not exactly. I've thought about it before, his words just fueled the worries that were already there a bit. I really want to get closer to you very much"

Fives caresses your cheek.

"Anytime, beautiful"

"Can you show me a few things?"

Fives smile widens.

"I'd love to"

Ko-Fi

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Thinking about reader from our last thot — before you’re together:

About how Rex is running his men through drills on base. It’s a new obstacle course that tests their strength, stamina, balance, and agility. They’re tired and he’s not happy with the results, saying they should be able to complete the course in much better form.

He’s feeling irritated because some reporter from HoloNet News is gonna be coming by to film some of their training and conduct some interviews for some sort of special segment on the war. Frankly, he doesn’t have time for this, but Senator Amidala said it’d be good for the bill she’s trying to pass.

And then, of course, the men are distracted when the crew arrives. Like Fives and some of the shinies are showboating a little for the camera and Rex has to get everyone to focus. He orders them to run through it again and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Captain Rex?”

He looks up and oh great 🙄 — it’s the reporter. You run him through your plan for the shoot and he gives you the names of a few men that would be good to interview.

But as the day goes on he becomes impressed with your professionalism, the thoughtful questions you’re asking, and the way you lead your crew. Clearly this piece is meant to highlight the troopers and their hard work.

He’s watching you interview some shiny from a distance and he starts n o t i c i n g 👀 was your ass always that cute? Do pencil skirts always look that sexy??

And he’s getting annoyed with all the men who are clearly hitting on you and sort of accidentally takes it out on them lol like he’s got more of a stick up his ass about these drills than before and they’re all but complaining about how their times are equivalent to the 212 and Rex finally steps down to show them how it’s done. And definitely not because he wants to show off in front of you.

But i mean. You’re w a t c h i n g. Rex is just in his black compression suit and the way he’s handling this course has heat licking up your spine and sets your heart racing.

Ok this is some American Ninja Warrior shit except he doesn’t stop in between obstacles. He’s leaping off ledges and swinging from ropes and Maker he’s so fucking strong. And fast. And he finishes and all the men are in awe.

“And that,” he says between heavy breaths, “is what i expect out of all of you.” AND HE MAKES EYE CONTACT WITH YOU AND YOURE BITING YOUR LIP BECAUSE YOURE SO WET

At the end of the shoot you thank him for his time.

“Feel free to comm me if you have any questions about the story.” And you give him your frequency and he does that really cute lopsided smile and you’re looking at each other like this is definitely not a professional curtesy dkdnndmdjd

IDK MAN

B I AM SCREAMING CRYING AND THROWING UP IM WJFJSIGIDIKDIRIWIF

I HAVE IDEAS:

Your holocam crew just got through recording Rex’s entire course run and everyone is applauding and whooping, jaws dropped and eyes popped.

Your crew pans to you and you, who absolutely never in a million lightyears gets flustered, are staring completely speechless at the sight of the extremely gifted, talented, driven and fucking sexy Captain panting and glistening with sweat beside you.

“Cut!” Your Camera 1 ops girl, a bright eyed Mirialian with tattooed cheekbones and your favorite coworker, stops recording and gives you a knowing wink. “We’re gonna take five to give the Captain here some time to breathe and then you can proceed with your interview.”

You smile graciously at your friend, subtly thanking her for giving you time to speak with him off camera. He glances between the two of you and smiles. “Thanks. But…you didn’t have to…do that. Don’t want to…ruin your story…or anything…”

You reach for your unopened canteen of water and hand it to him. “Here, have some. You’ve earned it. Working up a sweat like that. It’s the least I could do after you gave me such good content for my story later.”

He hesitantly takes it, carefully letting your fingertips brush his for a bit longer than necessary. He doesn’t pull away. Rather he lets your touch on him linger and he smiles bashfully, this behavior a stark contrast to the blatant showing off he just did. “Who said I did it just for the story?” His eyes glittered in dozens of shades of warm browns and ambers and golds when they caught the light in just the right way. They were so focused on you it was like no one else in the universe existed but you. And the depth of color suited him, as he himself was just as complex inside. This was no ordinary clone. Not even an ordinary man.

The man in front of you just put on the best record time on a course like this that anyone, including his men, had ever seen. Yet he was spending his time ensuring you got your story rather than collecting his own accolades from the hundreds of men who were practically fawning over him. Of course not as much as you want to right now.

What do those heaving pectorals look like under that black body glove? How would it feel underneath your palms as you climbed on top of him? How strong would those rock hard biceps be and how would they feel curling around your back?

Oh you needed to see him. All of him. Bare and naked and under you or over you or just anywhere you could watch him flex and sweat and work his stress out on you.

What would he kiss like? As you watch him taking swigs of water you can’t help but salivate at the sight of his mouth opening. You wish you could satiate him with something a bit more vulgar than water. He was a man’s man, he’d definitely enjoy all you’d give him.

“Hey Rex, if you ever have any additional comments on this story. Or you just want to share how things are going. My comm channel is always open, day or night…no matter what planet you’re on.” You whispered, handing over a small holochip with your work info and private comm channel on it.

“Is this business or personal, Miss?” He flirted, crinkles by the corners of his eyes forming as he looked at you with the warmest, most affectionate glance he’d given anyone all day.

You step close to him, placing your hand on his on your canteen and slowly moving to pull it back to you. “For the story, business. For you, personal.” You draw out, letting your mouth drop open slowly and keeping your lips parted more seductively than you intended. He shuddered oh so slightly that anyone who wasn’t standing directly beside him would’ve probably missed it.

His eyes darkened, his gaze raking over your hips in that tight pencil skirt and at the way your breasts sat in the button up shirt that you’d opened just one button more than usual. “Well then, in that case, mesh’la…I promise you’ll get another impressive run time. Just a lot slower. I’d really like to take my time.” He muttered, handing you the canteen and shooting you a highly suggestive yet sweet little smirk that seems to be his trademark.

Your Mirilian camera ops friend shouts, “Ok post run interview. Let’s take it from the top!” You back up into place and straighten up, the confidence surging in you as you interviewed him properly this time.

And when the story actually aired, there was no denying that sparks had flown from the second you two touched fingertips. Though by that time, you two had already brushed far more together than just fingertips.

My bus ride became so interesting 🤧😀

I am in love with your Tai series <3

Your smut does not need work; it is perfect

Loveliness

Pairings: Clone Trooper Tai (from Kenobi) x f!Reader

Warnings: sex. That's right, beloveds, this is the chapter where they finally fuck! Porn with feelings, grinding, nipple play, fingering, finger sucking, love bites, hickies, unprotected p in v (bad form, I know), multiple orgasms, light hair pulling, squirting, a good mix of cute sex & sexy sex

Notes: I really just needed an excuse to use this gif. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Also, I accidentally posted it mid-edit, had to private to finish it, then public it, it was a whole fiasco. Apologies for any confusion!

@moodymisty - come get your Tai juice ;)

It's been two weeks; two amazing, beautiful, wonderful weeks. Tai has somehow managed to lift the doom and gloom of this miserable old planet just by being himself, by simply existing around you. From the moment you first kissed him, it's been one continuous high of giddy laughter and lazy afternoon snuggles turned into hot, heady make out sessions that turn your brain to mush.

It's been bliss, he's been bliss, and you wouldn't change any of it. But you want more. That's just the problem, though. You want all of him and you can tell he wants all of you, but you're a right pair, the two of you, and you're at an impasse because you're both too nervous to go much further.

The memory of two evenings ago is still fresh in your mind, even now on your way home from work. His broad chest under your splayed hands, your legs draped over his thighs where you'd straddled him, his scruff scratching pleasantly over your skin as you'd pressed kisses to chin, his neck, the lobe of his ear. The way he'd run his hands up the length of your spine, half dragging your shirt up with it, grunting softly into your hair, Maker, it was making you wet just thinking about it.

But then he'd bucked up into the apex of your thighs and you'd practically collapsed onto him, moaning so loudly that it took you both by surprise.

"Fuck, Tai," you breathed against his shoulder.

He'd gone still under you. You could still feel the vague shape of him hard on the inside of your thigh and ghosting against your warmth, and it sent a thrill through your entire body. Half drunk on pleasure, you dropped your hips just so and ground yourself into him. It was all you could think about, chasing after his body, after the arousal that was building so steadily in your stomach that you felt sure it would swallow you whole. You just wanted him and nothing else, just-

Tai's hands on your hips, firmly guiding you to stop moving, drew you from your reverie. Something was wrong, you immediately sensed it in the way his entire body had turned stiff. You drew back enough to look him in the eyes and frowned.

"What is it?"

He shook his head. Entirely unhelpful. So you watched him for a moment, studied the crease in his brow and the purse of his lips, noted the rising and falling of his chest and the pulse leaping out at his throat. He was still firm and warm under your thighs, but he'd shifted his groin away from you at some point.

Something awful began growing in your stomach in place of your arousal. Why was he pulling away? Had you touched or kissed him somewhere he hadn't wanted? Was he overwhelmed, maybe? Your chest felt like it was about to split open as an ugly monster reared its head in the back of your mind. Was he suddenly repulsed by you, by some part of your body?

Your throat threatened to close up on you. "Tai?" you whispered. "Talk to me."

"I just need a moment."

"Did I do something?"

His gaze was on you in an instant as a hand came up to cup your chin. "No. No, my love." There was that smile you loved so dearly, peeking out at the corners of his mouth. "It's me. There's too much going on in this old head of mine."

You wanted to press for more, maybe just enough to clarify that the problem wasn't you, that he wasn't stuck in his head thinking about how much he didn't want to touch you, but you were worried how the question might come across and you didn't want to bother him more than he already seemed to be. Maybe it was silly to feel so startlingly insecure, you reasoned, but Tai had never reacted to you like that before. You didn't understand it.

And so the two of you had settled for cuddling instead, his arm around your shoulders while you lounged for the last hour before he headed out for work.

Now, though, you're bordering on becoming a nervous wreck. You can see your apartment building through the neon haze of the street and it sends your heart leaping into your throat. Because he'll be there when you open the door. He'll most likely greet you with a kiss, ask you about work, and you'll spend some time together on the sofa before he's gone again. And then you'll go to bed alone, miserable, confused, and just a bit unsatisfied. You already did that last night, you're not keen to try it again today. Which means you'll have to have a discussion.

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He can't keep this going for much longer and he knows it, but neither can he quiet that voice that haunts him every time he touches you. The voice that tells him he's a lecherous old creep, a fool too old and too used up to be good enough for you, that tells him he's nothing more than cannon fodder, than a pair of bloodstained hands too red to ever deserve to touch you. That kriffing voice that makes him want to crawl into a hole and hide until you finally come to your senses and leave him.

But then he thinks about the first time you ever spoke to him. You were so stupidly nervous that you'd said nearly all the wrong things, but through his damaged pride and your embarrassment he'd managed to catch a glimpse of something, something that made you different from every other civvy who'd thrown credits his way. You'd been kind to him, been a friend when he had no one, offered up your home and then your heart. And now that things are progressing, you've offered him the rest of you.

Dank farrik, he's not sure he's ever wanted someone the way he wants you. Not a one of the cute civvies he met at 79's ever captivated him the way you do now. He wants to treat you right, romance you, lay you back on your bed and bury himself in you forever. Anywhere, any way you want him, for however long you desire. He just- fucking hells, he needs help getting there. He needs to get out of his own head.

The keypad at the entry chimes and his back goes ramrod straight. He runs a hand over his freshly buzzed head and sighs. He needs to talk to you.

There's a glassy look to your eyes. Tai's not sure if you're about to cry or not, but you look anxious at the very least. And you're not meeting his gaze properly, shifting about as you toe off your shoes and set your things down on the table.

"Hi." Your voice is timid, uncertain.

He nods. "Hi." Normally this is where he'd shuffle over and give you a shy, awkward kiss. But he can't find the courage to do that now, not with his stomach full of flutter-bys and his mouth full of cotton. "Good day at work?"

You head into the kitchen. "Long day." And he can tell that your voice is strained. "Might just go to bed early."

No, that's exactly what he doesn't want. He can't stand another night of this horrible tension and he doesn't want another night of fighting his desire to touch you the way you need. So he summons all of his GAR training, all the bravery and strength he once had on the battlefield, and he forces himself to stand. He can almost feel the ghost of his bucket under his arm, as if he's about to give a briefing. But you're not a soldier. You're you. His stance softens a bit.

"Can we talk?"

Your eyes are wide with panic. Shit, he's kriffing this up already?

"Sure," you nod with the worst attempt at a smile he's ever seen. "What's up?"

He can picture it now, the way Rex would be looking at him with that one raised eyebrow. Spit it out, trooper, he imagines he'd say. Fives would probably be laughing his ass off.

"I'm sorry. About the other night." It's easier to get the words out if he doesn't look at you head on, but it makes his heart beat double time. "It's difficult for me sometimes." Even as he's saying it, he knows it's coming out wrong and he wants to smack himself upside the head for it. He feels like a shiny all over again. "Not because of you. I get lost inside my head. I'm a soldier, born and bred, and my hands are covered in more blood than I'd care to admit. It doesn't feel right to touch you."

And while he does breathe a sigh of relief at finally admitting it out loud, it doesn't make him feel much better. Because now you know. Maybe you even agree with him. Maybe this is it.

The floor creaks as you shift in place. "I won't break, you know. If you touch me?"

Tai huffs a rough, humorless laugh and the truth stumbles out of him before he can take it back. "Like you'd want an old geezer like me to touch you."

Your tongue clicks disapprovingly. "Do you seriously still think you're some creepy old guy?" And there's some of that spark that was missing when you first came in. "I'd kick you out if I wanted to. If I was uncomfortable. For fuck's sake, Tai, I want you! I thought that was obvious!"

It was, he was just too drenched in his own pity to really see it. He knows he's a fool. He remembers how perfectly you fit against him that night in the bar, he remembers every breath and moan and aching sigh you've given him since your first kiss. He knows you want him for some unimaginable reason he'll never be able to grasp. And he knows that he wants you too.

He's across the room before he realizes he's even taken a step. He crowds you into the counter, one hand on the lip by your hip and the other boldly seeking out the curve of your waist. It goes straight to his pride (and straight to his groin) when he sees the way your jaw goes slack and your eyes go unfocused, all flustered by his proximity. He likes it when you do that. He likes that you like it. He likes that just being near you makes his mouth water.

Your breath stutters and fans out across his face as he dips his head down to yours. "Forgive me?" he asks.

You nod as if in a daze, tongue darting across your lips. "Yeah."

He claims your mouth tongue first, searing his heat across its seam until you part for him and he tumbles in with something guttural in his throat. Stars above, you're always so warm. Even if he never went further than this with you, he'd still crave your kisses like a man starved. He'd still take your face in his hands and prompt you to open up for him, still dive into the welcoming warmth of your tongue and your breath until there was nothing left in his lungs.

"I was worried," you gasp when he pulls away for a moment. You're looking up at him with wide, lust-blown eyes, but there's something vulnerable underneath it all. "I thought I'd done something wrong, or maybe you didn't want me anymore, I-."

His forehead falls against yours. "No. I want you." He traces a hand up your arm and can't help smirking when you shiver. "The things I want to do to you, girl. You'd run me off planet."

Your entire body shakes. Your eyes flutter shut and he feels your thighs shift against his as they press together. Oh, you liked that, didn't you?

"Shall I show you?"

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The path from the kitchen to your bed is a blur of clothes and bruising kisses. Tai's hands are everywhere, seeking out your skin and setting your whole body aflame in the process. Then his shirt is on the floor - yours is somewhere in the hallway with his pants, you think - and his hand is skimming the hem of your bottoms, and your head is spinning with desire. You need this man so desperately that it hurts.

You're still a little nervous, though. You shouldn't be. It's just Tai, after all. You trust him. You love him. It's still terrifying, still nerve wracking to expose yourself like this.

"Hey." Your hand presses into his chest to slow his descent to your collarbone and he immediately stops, eyes wide and flashing, waiting. You smile to reassure him. "I'm okay, we're okay, okay? I just. It's been a while."

His head bobs in understanding. "It's been a long time for me, too." Then his eyes dance away and you catch a glimmer of shame in the downward slant of his shoulders. "I'm not a young man anymore."

You know what he means. You feel similarly about your own body, it's not quite what you want it to be. "That's okay. I like you as you are."

Tai's nose rubs gingerly over yours. "Funny, was gonna say the same about you."

One of his large hands brushes over the upper swell of your stomach where his fingertips brush the bottom of your binder. You can feel yourself clench around nothing at this one simple touch. Already, he's breaking you down into a whimpering mess and he's not even properly touched any of your erogenous spots.

"This alright?"

Your response is the arching of your chest into his waiting hand. He grins and then your binder is rolled up. Your nipple is bare to him for a single second before he takes it between his fingers and rubs. Softly, reverently. And then he takes it into his mouth and you're done for.

One of your knees gives out as your brain short circuits, so you throw an arm around his neck to keep from collapsing. It just brings you further into his mouth and Maker, the sound of his tongue lapping at your skin, the smack of saliva - you're not sure if you'll last very long at this rate. He suckles, bites down just hard enough to make you jump, then laves his tongue over the bite before finally pulling back with a pop!

He doesn't say anything, but he's more smug than you've ever seen him. There's a flame burning in his eyes that threatens to burn you up and you've never been so willing to walk through fire. Whatever he wants, however he wants you. You'd sell your soul for him to touch you like this every waking moment of the rest of your life.

"Nngh, Tai." He's moved to your other breast, but kept a hand at the first one to continue tracing the shape of your areola. "Baby, just like that."

You've never called him that before. You can see the way his forehead wrinkles in surprise as he peeks up at you, your nipple still caught between his teeth. You're both frozen, assessing each other, hesitantly curious, until-

"Say that again," he rumbles.

A hand settles quick between your thighs and starts seeking out your clit, and for a long moment, your entire existence is blacked out by sheer pleasure. You shriek, head thrown back, and tremble into him.

"Baby...," you whine. You don't even recognize your voice. Surely that needy, pitched up mewl isn't you? "Please."

The pair of your drop unceremoniously onto the mattress with Tai's body caging you in. He's so big, he's everywhere, taking up every corner of your vision, his warmth spread out across the entire length of you. And then he's inside your clothes, pulling at them, yanking them off you while you try as best as your arousal muddled brain can to assist him. It's all a fog for a moment as you both struggle with your underwear, until suddenly they're gone and his bare skin is on yours and it's pure euphoria.

Your legs part for him on instinct and wrap around his waist. He fits in the empty space of you just right. His fingers are slipping down to the base of your opening to gather your slick and he teases your entrance for a moment, just enough to make you start to clench around the idea of him, before swiftly moving up and the moment he touches your clit is like entering another reality. Electricity jolts up your spine so you're arching into him, your mouth falls open, and the sound you attempt to make is so wrecked that it only comes out as a half-choked inhalation.

Tai shifts so his other arm is braced by your shoulder. "You sound incredible."

White hot fire spreads across your belly and the tension between your thighs starts to wind up. He thinks you sound good? He likes hearing you? You have to close your eyes to keep them from rolling back. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

You reach up for the back of his neck and press a sloppy kiss to his lips. "Wanna... wanna hear you too," you pant as he circles your clit. He's taking his time. "Bet you sound so sexy. When you're... you're fucking me."

Tai's head drops into your neck and his fingers falter, just for the briefest of seconds, before suddenly flicking twice as fast. Something akin to a yelp drags itself out of you as your orgasm suddenly starts barreling toward you like a freight transport.

"How d'you want me to fuck you?" and his voice is all gravel. The depths of his accent are somehow deeper now, rougher.

You wrap yourself around him as your body starts tightening, winding up more and more. You're so close, you can feel the explosion about to burst somewhere deep in your belly.

Your brain's so keyed up that you have no filter anymore, you say the first thing you can think of, and it's brutally honest. "However you want." The tension's about to snap. "However. Take what you want, Tai, I don't care, I don't care, please, 'msoclose-."

His finger curls across your clit just right, at just the right angle, and you shatter in his arms, mouth frozen in a silent scream as your orgasm rips its way through you. He just keeps moving, keeps caressing your clit through each wave like it's what he was born to do, keeps rumbling low in his chest as you keen and rock into him.

"How many of those are you gonna give me?" His mouth is right at your ear, his breath hot on your neck, and then he sucks on your earlobe and you can't even breathe.

It takes you a second to find the words, let alone remember how to speak them. "As many as you want."

He slips two of his fingers inside you with enough ease that it only takes him a few thrusts before he can add a third. Without the direct stimulation on your clit, this is manageable, it's not too much, which is truly a blessing in disguise because you want to feel the whole of his length inside you before you tap out. You want him to fuck himself into you until you can't tell where starts and you end. You can't do that if he wears you out too fast, so this casual pace, the thickness of his fingers stretching you open for him, it's just about right.

"Want all of you," you murmur against his open mouth. The bulk of his shoulder muscle moves under your hand as he finger fucks you. "Forever. Never want you to stop touching me."

The serious shake of his head is oddly endearing. "Could never leave you alone. Not after this."

You smile. "Besides," you sigh as he curls his fingers inside you and whispers against the perfect spot, "you have to show me all the- oh, fuck, right there. Kriffing fuck, Tai, right there." He's grinning and you want to kiss it right off him. "Hafta show me, uh, all the horrible things you want to do to me-!"

He's angled your leg further up his torso, opening you up a little more for him, and now his fingers are hitting you deeper than anything you can remember. Shit, you're gonna come again and he's not even inside you yet.

"That's it," he hums when your legs start shaking.

You're meeting every thrust with a roll of your hips, desperate, breathy, whining, absolutely falling apart. "Want you inside me, baby. Tai, Tai, fuck, I wanna... wanna..."

Lips on the curve of your jaw, sucking what you know is going to be a beautiful mark into your skin. "Shh. Give me one more. One more, my love. Then I'll fuck you right."

You give him two. He licks his fingers clean while you watch on, little more than a boneless lump of flesh after three climaxes. Your slick has started to seep onto your thighs. It's probably wetting the sheets by now and you honestly couldn't care less. You'd let this man ruin your bed in every way, sheets to frame, and you'd thank him for it. He could ruin your kriffing life and you'd still look at him like he was the galaxy itself.

Tai is gentle when he slips his length along the seam of you, gathering a bit of your arousal before he finally, blessedly pushes into you exactly where you've been aching for him for two blasted weeks. He doesn't hold back any of himself, doesn't hide the way he groans as you shudder around him, doesn't shy away from the obscene grunt that wrenches out of him when he bottoms out. He takes each of your legs in hand, grasping right behind your knees, and spreads them as far as you can stand.

"Take me so well," he hisses, his face all wrinkled with pleasure.

Your mouth lands on the tendon between his neck and his shoulder and in the haze of orgasms and fullness and the very scent of him, you can't decide if you want to kiss him or lick the sweat off him or bite him just to see what the fuck he'll do. You settle for all three. And it sends his hips bucking into yours with enough force to make your teeth rattle.

"Could live. Between your thighs." He's punctuating every thrust with something beautiful and profane. "Don't. Don't deserve you, sweet girl."

Even now though, blissed out as you are, you aren't going to let that slide. You fix him with the stubbornest little stink eye you can conjure up and grab hold of his shoulders as he fucks into you, strong and steady.

"Don't you dare. You have me, idiot. Willingly."

He raises an eyebrow in mock seriousness. "That so?"

Maker, he's so ornery. You find yourself wondering if he's always been this much of a shit. But with the way he's taking you right now, you can't recall what you had for lunch, let alone the past month and a half. But your irritation sneaks out anyway.

"Wouldn't let you fuck my cunt if I didn't want you."

His hand is in your hair faster than you can blink and suddenly your head is snapped back, your neck arched up as Tai growls, fucking growls into it. Your legs are almost pinned to your chest. The edge of his pubic pone is ghosting over your clit. Pleasure-pain is blossoming up the inside of your thighs, all the way to your cervix where his head is pressing into you, and he's muttering filth in your ear like there's no tomorrow.

"...to take you on every surface in this apartment. Bend you over the sofa. Eat you out on the table. Pin you to the wall and have my fucking way with you." And when you shudder against him so violently that your jaw hurts, he sucks another mark into your throat. "You like that, my love? Huh? You want a beat up old veteran that bad?"

You're grasping at the back of his head like it's your lifeline. You won't last much longer, you probably have less than a minute before your body completely breaks down. You're borderline delirious, but you manage to get your tongue working again.

"My old veteran." Right now in this otherworldly dimension of Tai and heat and skin on skin, you find it so stupidly funny that he thinks he's not worthy of you. He's such an idiot in this one respect. Doesn't he realize you're his now? "Favorite stupid old veteran."

"Watch it," he teases, but there's no bite. You can hear the laughter in it.

You laugh too. "What... 're you gonna do? Fuck me?"

One of his hands sneaks down between you and rolls your clit between his forefinger and his thumb, and you break with a caterwaul. There's a wet warmth seeping out underneath you and it should probably gross you out, but in the moment you think it's kinda nice. It's an intense, numbing, cozy sort of climax that renders you speechless by its end. And Tai's still buried in you, thrusting and thrusting until he finally whimpers and releases into you, and it feels right.

He's just right. You tell him so.

He smiles and kisses your cheek, then your lips, then the tip of your nose. "I love you, too."