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This wait for the next episode is killing MEHHHH,anyways how is everyone's monday?😍💖

Not my usual Echo content but 🫣🥴🤒

*blushes profusely* I will rewatch the whole Twilight Saga just for you, sir

The First Echo

A/N: This idea popped into my head while watching the season premiere of TBB. We know how Omega learned of the original four members of Clone Force 99: she watched them grow up. But how did she learn about their newest recruit, a trooper named Echo?

*****

Omega, frantic and focused, cursed her tiny body as she padded through Tipoca City. 

Faster. She needed to move faster.

Clones of all sizes crowded the hallways, the ones she pushed past indignant at her lack of respect…before noticing she was a small girl.

She didn’t notice. And she didn’t care.

The only thing that mattered to her right now was reaching her destination before she was found out. Outside into the dreary mist and across the platform she ran, faster than she ever had. Running and running until, finally, she reached the entrance to the city’s hidden tube system.

She knew how to operate the tubes on her own at this point; whether Nala Se knew that she was always memorizing and not just “observing,” Omega really never knew. She looked around to be sure no one was watching before ducking into one of the structures, activating the tube network hurriedly.

Below the surface and into the depths of the Kaminoan ocean, she had a moment to catch her breath as the pod flew on its own accord. She was trying to calm down—really, she was—but the conversation she’d just overheard rang through her ears. 

Throughout her life, the Kaminoans—with the exception of Nala Se—had neither treasured her nor despised her. Omega was just kind of…there. But she didn’t mind, especially on days like today. Days when she was able to discreetly eavesdrop and vanish.

The pod stopped smoothly, its doors opening just as the girl barreled through towards the entrance to Nala Se’s private lab. The Kaminoan was nowhere to be found—Omega was relieved. This would buy her a few minutes at the very least. 

She jogged to Nala Se’s desk, the scientist’s personal data pad sitting atop it as always. Omega snagged the pad and walked towards the growth chambers, wedging herself between two closest to the wall. With one last look at the lab’s entryway, she powered on the data pad and got to work. Nala Se had only two security mechanisms employed on her pad, thank the Maker. The first, a combination of numbers and the second, a pattern to trace. Both were simple: Omega watched the scientist log on multiple times a day.

As she navigated through the pad and searched for the feature she needed, the conversation she’d overheard earlier played through her head again.

“Clone Force 99 filed a report regarding their latest mission,” Taun We had said airily.

Omega’s ears perked up—it was them. She quelled her excitement; the Kaminoans rarely brought up Clone Force 99 in front of her. And she’d learned a long while back that she wasn’t supposed to ask about them.

Nala Se looked a bit surprised…Clone Force 99 never filed reports. Omega had checked.

“But CT-9901 failed to follow protocol in requesting a transfer.”

“Transfer?” Nala Se questioned carefully.

“Yes,” Taun We continued scrolling through the report before handing her datapad to the Kaminoan scientist.

“CT-1409 of the 501st Legion. How curious,” she said as she skimmed. “Clone Force 99 does not typically take to other clones.”

“Lama Su will want the correct protocol followed. The clones cannot be permitted to make such decisions without prior approval.”

Nala Se just nodded, handing back the datapad and promising she would take care of it.

Finally, Omega found what she was searching for: the master cloning databank. In truth, this wasn’t her first time using it. Nala Se had reprimanded her twice for checking in on Clone Force 99. Omega had solemnly agreed to never use the pad again. 

What she’d really meant was that she’d never use the pad to Nala Se’s knowledge again.

She clicked the tab indicating “currently deployed.” A seemingly endless supply of battalions and squads appeared; she scrolled to the bottom of the list, clicking “Clone Force 99” once she reached the end.

The squad’s CT numbers showed up one at a time. Omega said what she knew their names to be to herself: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair. And then, right below the youngest brother’s name, a new number appeared. 

CT-1409.

After what felt like hours of waiting, the clone’s file finally pulled up. He looked no different than the other clones on Kamino. But below his number was the designation Advanced Recon Commando, along with a placement in the 501st Legion.

An ARC trooper? Omega was mesmerized. How had he worked his way into joining Clone Force 99?

But then, she noticed just below that: Terminated.

That couldn’t be right. How could a dead clone join another squad? Surely it was a system error. She scrolled through the profile, noting his numerous awards given in battles even she had heard of. The Battle of Rishi Moon…the Battle of Kamino. It appeared that was when CT-1409 was promoted. She recoiled at knowing him only by his number; did he have a name?

His file closed with a mission codenamed “Citadel.”

And then it opened again, much later, with “Skako Minor.”

The Citadel mission housed a small file. Omega’s curiosity got the best of her, as always.

Click.

A holo of a clone with a full goatee and a tattoo on his temple appeared. His eyes were kind even as he stared into holocam strangely. He looked exhausted.

“Is it working?” the clone asked an invisible source, likely the entity who filed this report for him. Upon confirmation, he stepped back revealing decorated armor and a kama.

“Alright. I’m Fives…what? Oh. Right. CT-5555, Advanced Recon Commando of the 501st Legion. Mission report: the Citadel.” The clone swallowed hard, steadying himself. 

Omega felt her chest tighten—this clone was devastated.

The clone, Fives, listed off some minute details, the size of the team and the Jedi leading the mission. It was a search and rescue: a Jedi master with top-secret information had been captured by Separatist forces. 

“Echo and I…now what? Fine. CT-1409. Happy now?” Fives rolled his eyes in irritation. “I can take it from here, B4. Go help the Captain with his report.” 

A shuffle offscreen indicated the droid had left the room. Alone, Fives took a deep breath as he looked down towards his boots and shut his eyes.

“I’ve never really done this before,” he said softly. “Usually, a general or commander takes care of this part. If they even do. Or have time to. I guess we lose a lot of men every day.”

The young girl could feel the clone’s sadness even through the holovid.

“I don’t know who views these things…if anyone even does. But I still need to do it. And I want to do it right for Echo.”

Echo, Omega noted.

“Echo was my batchmate. ‘Twins,’ we’d call ourselves. But tell you the truth, he could annoy the hell out of me and the boys. Our squad…Domino Squad. It was me, Droidbait, Cutup, Hevy…and Echo.

“We started calling him Echo fairly soon into our training. Everyone seems to think we clones are the same. And maybe they’re right, in some ways. But personality? Not a chance.”

Omega smiled to herself. She liked Fives already.

“And that’s where our irritation came from with Echo. He was the smartest out of all of us—no denying it. And he insisted on doing everything perfect; so much so that he’d repeat our orders over and over again even after we’d all heard them.

“That’s why we called him Echo. He hated it at first…but he never answered to anything else. I think he grew to love it.

“Our squad wasn’t the cream of the crop by any means. In fact, they almost disbanded us to send us to maintenance. I overheard one of the trainers call us a bad batch once,” he chuckled.

Omega’s eyes widened so much she wondered if they might just fall out of her head. Clone Force 99 called themselves the Bad Batch.

“But we proved ‘em all wrong. Echo and I were determined to be ARCs eventually. Passed our test and were promoted to troopers just like everyone else. We were all deployed to Rishi Outpost as our first assignment. And damn, we never saw any action. But tell you the truth, Echo and I enjoyed it sometimes. We messed around constantly,” he smiled again.

“That was all before the invasion. When the clankers showed up, we lost the rest of our squad one by one. Until all that was left was me and Echo. ‘The twins.’

“We joined the 501st after that. And it didn’t take long for them to feel like brothers. Funny guys,” he laughed. “Echo and I were made ARC troopers eventually, after the Battle of Kamino. That one was rough,” he sighed as he ran a hand over his face in exhaustion.

“We got through it though. Even had some fun along the way. And then, we were selected for this Citadel extraction. We were both so honored to be with the best of the best. It meant…it meant we were the best, too,” Fives took a long pause then. Omega wondered if that was the end of the recording.

Fives took a deep breath before continuing. “And Echo proved that, of course. The group needed to escape, but we were pinned down in the hangar. And then…and then Echo went all-out and ran for the ship, putting everyone else’s lives above his own. And all of a sudden he was just…gone. All that time together, and it was…it was just over. I would give anything to go back and redo it; to go back and keep him right by my side until the end.

“I saw that Jedi general who was killed on the mission cremated while we were still in the Citadel. Kind of funny how we had time to honor him and no time to honor the multiple clones who perished along the way, too,” Fives’s eyes changed then; he was angry.

“Anyway. I don’t want to take too long; that blasted droid will be back soon. Point is, the Jedi do that for all of their own. Made me realize that us clones don’t really have anything like that. We just…say goodbye. And sometimes we don’t even know when we’re supposed to.”

Omega could almost feel her heart breaking for this clone. He’d lost so much.

“So this is my goodbye. I know these next few days and missions are going to hurt like hell—I’ve never been without Echo. Feels like a piece of me is gone,” he sighed. “But I’ll keep going. For Droidbait and Cutup and Hevy. And now, for Echo. Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.”

The man stopped as though that were the end. But after a pause, he walked over to whatever device was recording him; if he’d been any quieter, Omega probably wouldn’t have been able to hear him as he said, “I’ll see you on the other side, brother.”

And then he disappeared.

Omega wiped the bunch of tears that had begun falling down her face during the story. She had so many questions. What did that different language mean? Where did Fives go next? But it was then that she heard the tube system come to life again—Nala Se was coming. She was out of time.

The girl shut down the datapad and placed it exactly where she’d found it, completely lost in thought. She still didn’t know how Echo had met Clone Force 99. Or how he’d somehow returned from the dead. She wondered if Fives knew that Echo was alive.. All topics to research another day—Kamino got pretty boring, so it was nice to have something to look forward to.

Echo’s file had spoken for itself—he was an extremely talented and dedicated trooper. To her, he sounded like a war hero. But even more than that, he was a good friend and brother who cared about the people around him. Especially for his brother, Fives. And that was why she decided he would be a good fit for Clone Force 99. They were a tight bunch—as Nala Se had said earlier, it was rare for them to take to anyone outside of their squad. But Echo had been an exception. It made Omega’s heart soar.

She couldn’t wait until the day she got to meet them all. Well…meet some of them again, she supposed.

As she made her way to the tube system keypad again, she smiled to herself; her brothers’ names ran through her mind the whole way back to Tipoca City.

Hunter. Tech. Wrecker. Crosshair. Echo.

*****

Thank you so much for reading! Would love to hear your thoughts. And yes I am depressed now :)

Mando'a Translation

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum : I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.

Echo and Omega Collage (season 2)

Bonus: Can't wait to get a proper gif out of this one when it airs

I've got a couple of predictions...

One: Omega's kaleidoscope will show up in the hands of one of the other Batchers at some point, looking through the eyepiece with the childlike wonder they didn't get to experience growing up.

Two: Ronar's nickname for Tech means that he will show up later on in the series. He will call out "Ace" when he sees Tech, and Tech will turn around and be very pleased to see him.

A tender moment of Echo discovering his hair growing back would do wonders for my soul.

Seeing his neck makes me go feral!! 👀

✨️ This ✨️

That's it. That's the post.

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 am currently having thoughts on Echo (because he deserves it) and WAAAAAH PAIN, becausebecause hear me out okay?

Remember why his name was Echo? because he kept repeating the orders given to them during training. And remember on the Rishi Moon? He was reading Regulation Manuals (regs for short) right? This shows us that he was a very by the book kinda guy. He was smart and he definitely had the stuff, after all he made the 501st and later Arc with Fives, but he was just very straightforward, regulation haircut, no tattoos, no beards no nothing.

And then, AND THEN!!! in s7 when they go to save him with tbb Crosshair refers to regular clones as REGS (which I have always FIRMLY believed was a call back to Echo and his reg manual reading). And then he comes back home to his brother and suddenly his by the book, clean cut, just like the others, fits-right-in character just... doesn't work anymore. And he needed only like,,, a day to figure it out (which is im assuming how long they were on base before leaving to take out Trench but idk idk)

Just, yeah, Filoni or the writers or whoevers in charge here, they just seem to like giving certain characters the opposite fate of what has defined them all along and that just makes it,,, so much more painful? like Echo, the normie (for lack of better word) wakes up from stasis after a year only to find the only place he fits in is with the misfits (PAIN), or Dogma the clone that was so loyal, he was ready to follow orders blindly, having to deal with the consequences of shooting a Jedi (AGONY)

I'm sure there are more examples, but these are the ones I could come up with now lol

yeah, just ouch :')

(also, just putting this out there, I don't wanna take away from Echos story, but rather just illustrate how powerful it is. What happened to him was devastating, but he's a survivor and he pulled through, stronger than before imo)

felt the need to tag @saturn-sends-hugs bc Echos ur boy lol

Some headcannons I have about Echo :)

Once he joined the 501st Ahsoka found him reading reg manuals and gave him a few books to read instead, he promptly became a bookworm and joined Ahsoka and Jesse’s book club

He was the better strategist and close combat fighter while Fives was the better shot and better with changing conditions

can hold his liquor surprisingly well

is responsible for 1/5th of Rex’s gray hairs

after joining the Bad Batch it took him a while to start gaining his weight and muscle back as well as his coordination

however once he did start to gain some strength back he basically put himself through his own version of ARC training to get himself back to fighting form

he is the best sparrer on the Bad Batch, something Crosshair learned the hard way when was in an argument with Echo and challenged him to a sparring match

The sniper was down in less than a minute

As Echo recovered the Bad Batch realized they might have bitten off more than they bargained for by taking on the ARC trooper

He challenged them all not just because his skills usually match up with theirs, but because he grew up being challenged by his vod, and the Bad Batch was largely sheltered from the other clones

None of them know how much older Echo is than them and he plans on keeping it that way

The batch regularly refers to Echo has mom, including Hunter

Hunter was actually happy they took Echo on because his plans were beginning to get predictable and Echo head a lot of experience, he also didn’t take shit from any of the bad batch and helped keep them in line

Echo can beat everyone in the Bad Batch except for Wrecker in an arm wrestling contest

Once told his squad to leave the droid base to him and they went “lol ok regy we’ll come help in 10 mins” and then 5 mins later the whole place blew up and Echo just strutted out and tossed the Tacticle Droids head to Hunter

Wrecker was jealous

Regularly scares the Batch with how well he holds his alcohol

Crosshair and Tech once challenged Echo to a drinking contest and got their asses handed to them

Was the only one that new anything about girls when they took Omega on because he spent so much time with Ahsoka

Does not like anything when it comes to water because he only has one arm and he weighs a lot more than he used to because of his metal legs

He got Omega into reading for fun when she got bored with the courses Tech made for her

YALL

I SAW THIS ON TWITTER

YOUR TELLING ME THAT

A. ONE OF THE GUYS ARE GONNA WEAR A VEST SHIRTLESS

B. ONE OF THE GUYS ARE GONNA WEAR A VEST SHIRTLESS

😤

Okay, there has been someone using my work, copying it with very slight changes. I'm not publicly calling you out yet, and considering you use my work you are probably following me, I guess you're going to see this. You better take down those copied works, or I will call you out publicly. I've seen it before, but these peeps at least tried to make changes and mix things up a little, but this is just audacious.

Hi! I am a huge fan of your work and might have just binged all of your TBB fics in preparation for the season 2 premiere 🙈 during my indulgence I read through your kink list and the “helmet stays on” one really got me thinking how the batch (or any clone for that matter, I love them all so much) might use their helmets, maybe as a way to limit their partner’s senses (it seems like a fun combo between dom/sub and an armor kink)

Anyways, whether or not you use this prompt, I am always looking forward to your next fic!! Whatever you are willing to share with us I am more than happy to read 💕 Sorry for the anon, I’m still a little shy about being horny on main lol

This has got to be one of the sweetest asks I've ever gotten, I'm so glad you enjoyed my stuff enough to binge it!! (also don't be shy about not wanting to be horny on main, there's no obligation to be. Anon is on for a reason)

But since you mentioned senses, of course the first person I think of is Hunter; And it's been a hot minute since I've done something for him so, why not? I hope this is up your alley!

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pre-established relationship, Armor kink, Helmet kink aka "the helmet stays on", Very light Dom/Sub dynamics, Clothed sex, Semi-public sex(supply closet), Quickie, Some light sensory overload on Hunter's part

It wasn’t your idea to stay behind at Cyd’s, not in the slightest. The last mission had run you ragged, and so Hunter had effectively forced you to stay back for this one, and give some time to recover. But you still had to admit- The rest was an incredible luxury that you couldn’t refuse.

Though it had taken well over an hour of tossing and turning to get to sleep at first; You’d grown quite quickly used to the sounds of five other people’s breathing, Wrecker’s snoring, and Tech’s mumbling. Without the unique symphony of the Marauder as a lullaby, it had taken a bit to finally nod off.

When you woke up that first night, it was instantly noticeable how much better your body felt. To have a night without waking up multiple times because of shift changes, or emergencies, and to just actually let your body shut down and recover. But as the days went by that became less noticeable; And instead, a tense worry began to replace it.

It’s hard not to worry about them, especially now that you aren’t beside them. They’ve been barely footsteps from you for so long to have them all this far away for so long is eating at you. Especially Hunter. You miss him, miss the way he’d sometimes sneak into your bunk and lay with you for awhile before everyone else woke up. Or how he’ll sometimes walk behind you and press his face against the top of your head, sneaking a small moment while no one is looking.

At least working around Cyd’s keeps you somewhat busy, and she lets you keep a small portion of the tips in exchange for keeping the bar running smoothly. It’s something;

Especially considering the last time you all ran out of credits you had to sell Echo.

It’s late tonight; The bar is empty after the last patron drank his weight and stumbled out, falling onto the sidewalk before recovering enough to toddle on home. Now you’re just cleaning glasses, counting tips and trying to keep busy. It’s tedious, mindless work, but it keeps your hands and head busy enough.

Busy enough until Cyd suddenly shouts from the back, having apparently seen something of note on one of the security cameras.

“Hey! The Dream Team is back!” Cyd emerges from the backroom counting something in her hand, while she jerks her head in the direction of the front.

“Keep your man busy while I count my credits, will you?”

They enter through the front mere seconds after she finishes speaking, Wrecker holding the desired loot in both arms. He starts moving to drop it in Cyd’s room in the back, while you dart past him and yell:

“Hunter!”

You instantly run for him, until you reach him and suddenly stop; Trying to brush it off and just smile.

“Oh, so how come only he gets the welcome party!?”

Wrecker, halfway to the backroom scoffs and crosses his arms, before Echo starts pushing him and Tech away. You had turned around, looking at them embarrassed.

“Lets just give them a bit.”

Tech goes his own way, nose deep in his datapad while Wrecker, Echo, and Omega all shuffle into one of the bar’s booths. You stay close to Hunter however, standing with only a short distance between each of your chests still only a few steps from the entryway.

It’s well been established for awhile now that there is absolutely something going on between you and Hunter, but everyone has pretty much elected to act as if there isn’t. Or at least, that they can’t see it. You don’t do anything that would ever hint at you being romantic within sight of the others, but the looks you share and the undertones are so obvious that everyone had eventually realized.

The whole thing is, complicated. For far more reasons that just your current predicament.

Both of you finally move away from the entry, moving to sit on one of the bar stools. Hunter takes the one right next to you, sitting his helmet on the bar and turning your way.

“I’m sure you’re happy everyone managed to not get injured.” Hunter’s giving a tiny smirk, watching as you roll your eyes at him.

“I wasn’t upset you guys got hurt because it was inconvenient, I was upset because I don’t like seeing you guys get hurt.” You don’t like seeing any of them deal with pain, no matter how hard they all try and shrug it off. You’re just as guilty of the same, though as the person treating others, you’ll always have an excuse for why it doesn’t apply to yourself. You jerk a head in the direction of the booth that the rest of the batch is sitting at; Tech having returned from where ever and is now sitting next to Wrecker.

“At least for them. For you I don’t mind as much, because then I can kiss it better.” Hunter coughs, looking away for a moment and shaking his head. You can see the way his lips twitch as if he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out how to put it.

“You…” He shakes his head, letting you see a small smirk. “Glad to hear I’ll be getting your special beside manner.”

Sometimes it catches him off guard some of the things you say, especially so casually.

In his moment of looking away from you, your eyes instead turn focus onto his helmet; Which is staring back at you from on the bar top, tinted visor reflecting the scene it’s staring at. When you reach a hand out to grab it Hunter watches, as you hold it hovering over your lap. It looks so normal and lifeless here, but there’s something about when it’s on, that it almost seems like it holds emotion; No matter how silly it sounds.

“I never noticed that you copied your tattoo on your helmet…”

You hold it in your hands, thumb brushing over the scuffed paint. The paint isn’t solid; Patches of the helmets original color peak through the brushed streaks of lighter grey. It gives his helmet a ghostly look, which suits him.

In fact, suits him very well.

It’s a complete spur of the moment decision that has you sliding off the barstool, and grabbing Hunter by the hand. He follows and while confused, takes your lead, walking through the bar and towards the back. Hopefully before anyone notices.

They do of course, but Echo is smart enough to keep anyone from questioning your antics.

Hunter watches as you pull him in the direction of the supply closet, closing the door and pushing something in front of it- a crate. It’s small and compact in here, but it’s quiet. And it’s private; Which is the main appeal.

And it’s here you take quick use of that, as the moment the door is fully shut you step towards Hunter and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours for but a moment.

“Now that we’re alone; Did everything go well, Sargent?”

Well you’re certainly playing with fire now, he knows that well.

“Everyone’s on one piece, and we got what we needed.” He knows that isn’t really what you’re asking, but it’s amusing to watch you look at him like this anyways. You know that if you want him you can just ask, but it’s far more fun to play around. Especially after them being gone for admittedly not all that long; But after being around him every moment, it feels like forever.

In his quick glance over you he can see you’re still holding his helmet in your hands, having carried it with you in your rush. It’s pressing against your chest, as you look down at it.

Hunter is watching you intently, the way your fingers look so gentle over his helmet. Before he can say anything however you lean up, and quickly plop the helmet on his head.

“You look good with it on.” His chest is pressing against your own, unyielding, unmovable plastoid armor against your skin. He hasn’t taken one bit of armor off since they returned, he hasn’t had the chance to. He can hear your heart pumping faster in your chest, wanton as you look up at him. His senses never lie, no matter how much you can try to hide it.

He’s used it to his advantage with you, but it’s almost proven to be his weakness. There’s been times where you’ve overwhelmed his senses so much that he can barely stand it; Both intentional and not. In theory he could cut it off if it ever felt like too much, but he doesn’t.

You know that part of him likes it, and the feeling of being so close but unable to fulfill his senses that drives him borderline insane.

You can feel his hands sliding down your back, moving to wrap around your hips as your thighs spread apart enough to let him in. Instantly he steps between them, pressing his body tight against yours. Once you’re as close as you can one of his hands comes up to palm your chest through your shirt, though he’s unable to free them due to the nature of your outfit. At least not easily, though part of him more than enjoys the way your push into him, silently pleading for more.

He won’t give it to you that easy, not after so many times you’ve done him in the same.

He feels your nipple harden through the fabric of his glove, while your pupils dilate and skin flushes hotter. One of your hands even moves to grasp at his wrist and press it harder onto you, as your breath leaves a fog on his armor.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve missed you, Hunter.”

He can smell you want him, even though his helmet it’s so obvious it overwhelms his senses.

When you attempt to work around your outfit and take off your top, Hunter stops you; And you look up to see your reflection in the tinted visor of his helmet.

“Turn around.”

There’s no way to describe the way your cunt clenches at the way he says those words, distorted by his helmet in a way that makes it sound even more erotic.

Lifting up off the crate you’d been sitting on your turn around, attempting to quickly undo your belt in the process and abandoning the idea of undoing your top. While doing so, you swear you can hear his breathing through his helmet, ragged and already coming undone. It only worsens as he sees your pants pull down and wrap around your knees, the fabric of your underwear contrasting with the color of your skin.

It almost is too much, the way he feels so hot and tight underneath his armor and his own breaths echo inside his helmet.

His fingers are frantic as he peels away the only thing impeding him, hearing his groinplate clank on the ground. He may want to take off more, but the sight of you whining for him keeps him from doing so.

He grinds his clothed cock against you, the clear outline pressing against your ass. You quickly demand more, aching and empty.

“Hunter, please… Come on.” He stills, and ignores the way you attempt to demand him continue.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did on the Marauder.”

That makes you smile, remembering how much you had teased him until he snapped. You feel the way he finally moves the fabric of his body glove aside just enough to free his cock, feeling it lay against your cunt. He feels so hot it almost makes you jolt, body tighten as he grinds against you.

Only a short while later does he slowly attempt to press the tip of his cock inside of you, listening to the way you gasp. Your toes curl in your boots, and you can’t control the way you suddenly jolt when the cold plastoid of his thigh armor brushes against the bare skin of you ass. Hunter abruptly stops, having felt your body stiffen.

“You ok?” He asks when he feels you jolt and tighten around him, his hands around your hips loosening their grip.

“Yeah; Your armor is so cold…”

It feels good, but it was just a shock to have it suddenly against your skin. But now knowing he has the green light, he slowly pulls part way out of you before slowly thrusting forward and pulling your hips enough to meet him halfway.

The feeling of so many sounds echoing in his helmet has his senses on overdrive, not even considering how loud everything might be in the room itself. It isn’t as if you’re being particularly quiet; Moaning his name as he slams his cock into you. At least the door is made of metal, and it’s unlike any of quieter sounds will pierce it.

Apart from perhaps the shaky moan you let out as he presses against a bundle of nerves deep inside your cunt, enough to have you almost seeing stars.

“Shit,”

His helmets distorts his voice, making it seem almost more gritted, angrier than normal. It amplifies how tense he sounds, almost as much as his body as you feel his armor hit the back of your thighs as he fucks you.

But Gods do you want to turn around and kiss him, feel his skin on you so badly but he won’t let you; Depriving you of the sensation. Even if the unforgiving coldness of his armor feels so good too. It’s enough to have you speak up, hissing through your teeth for more.

“Fuck, Hunter… You can go harder…”

His fingers tighten around your hips, watching the way your top has bunched around the middle of your back.

“What, all the sudden you’re open to pleas of mercy?” Your throat tightens.

Of course now is the time he decides to get you back a bit for torturing his senses while stuck in the Marauder, and he’d pleaded for you to stop. You hadn’t listened, and now it seems he’s going to attempt to let you feel just a fraction of what you’d done to him.

It seems unfair; Unable to kiss him or touch his skin while he fucks you. Though you’d done worse to him, a man with senses multitudes stronger than your own.

“Do you, fuck… Do you want an apology?”

The edges of his thigh armor press against the skin of your ass and will more than likely leave marks, unforgiving against your much softer skin.

“No. I want you to feel what it’s like to not get what you want.”

His thrusts slow until he’s only grinding against you, feeling the way your cunt leaks all over his cock. Your thighs keep tensing as you attempt to press against him, feeling so, so close but having him deny you. You can’t feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his hands or his hair against your cheek; As he looms over your body with a black, grey and red silhouette.

He looks almost like a ghost, when you turn to look at him for just a moment. The dim, mostly broken lights of the tiny storage closet only further the illusion.

He swears he can almost hear his teeth grind against each other when he cums, filling you as you grind against him for more. His visor is becoming fogged from the amount of his hot breath, too much for the filters to try and fight against. It’s never fogged before; But granted, he’s never fucked you while he’s had it on.

He feels you cum around him, gripping the crate your bent over so tight as you intake a breath and hold it long enough he almost tells you to breath. Your fingers grip the crate your bent over with such a tight grip it almost is turning your knuckles white, seeing stars as he fucks you slowly through it all.

Gods, you missed him. Even in the short time he was gone.

When he slowly pulls out of you, you take the time to turn and sit on your bottom instead; Legs partly spread and sore.

The entire state of you looking like this almost as Hunter’s blood pumping again.

“So, can I kiss you now?” You look up at him, face red and lips ever so slightly parted. He takes off his helmet and leans down, pressing a hand against the wall behind you to support himself as he kisses you. It feels ten times more intense after being denied for so long, you can’t help the way your hands quickly around the back of his neck fingers slipping into his hair.

“I missed you too, you know.”

He mumbles it against your lips and feels the way you smile back, giving a satisfied laugh.

“Then don’t leave me behind again? Ok?”

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Crosshair doesn’t miss…

I REPEAT CROSSHAIR DOESNT MISS. HIS AIM IS DEADLY AND PRECISE

Look at the destruction one shot caused.

Another perfect shot.

Immaculate aim.

He only needs one shot per target. Never more than one. But he missed every shot he took against the bad batch. That kind of failure cannot be explained by a simple inhibitor chip. He never wanted them dead. He always loved his brothers. He could never kill them. Even with the chip intact and increased to its highest intensity, he missed every shot except for the one on Wrecker’s shoulder (but let’s face it Wrecker is quite a large target so it’s easy to hit him even on accident but he’d been hit in the same spot earlier that episode which means Crosshair knew he’d survive it).

He had the perfect shot. He could have killed Hunter then and there. But he didn’t. He hesitated. Because in his heart, no matter what they did to his mind, Hunter is his brother and he’s loyal to his brothers. No wonder he felt so betrayed by them when he did everything in his power to protect them.

The truest thing he ever said was when he told Hunter

“if I wanted you dead you would be.”

The batch may not have believed or trusted him, but boy do I.

Random predictions for Season 2, let’s see if Apollo is a Star Wars fan.

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.

FREE MY MANS HE DID NOTHING WRONG!!!!

Jealous? It’s Obvious

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech X F!Reader

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You didn’t think jealousy was in your nature. But when a new arrival attempts to make a move on Tech, your jealousy is more than obvious.

Warnings: spoilers season 2 episode 1. Jealous reader, mutual pining. slight angst, mentions of injury but finished with fluff. Not proofread, a little rushed and not my best work ngl

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All in all, that mission could have gone a lot worse. The cargo was received and nobody was harmed perhaps aside from Echo’s ego as you had a little stumble.

You’re walking alongside Omega, heading into Cid’s parlor which was pretty much a new home to you all. After all, it seemed like you never left. But, Cid wasn’t the only one in her small ‘office’ if you could call it that.

A woman was lazed on her chair, legs placed lazily on the desk and a drink in her hand. You already felt wary about the new arrival, especially when you hear that she already seemed to know about the Batch being a bunch of rogue clones being hunted from the empire. You liked Cid, though in your mind it was still questionable if she could be trusted thoroughly.

You stayed quiet for the most part, letting the others take lead in the conversation but as Phee - you learned her name to be - drew near, you couldn't help but be a little more on edge.

When she comments on the ‘quality of control’ of them you have to bite your tongue from saying anything. There have been many times when others have mocked the Clones for how they appeared and it never sat right with you. Despite it seeming not at all vicious in her tone, you still didn’t like it.

“Hey now. Got a name, brown eyes?”

You had to do a double-take as she addressed one of the Batchers and when you saw it was Tech, there was a horrible and tight feeling in your chest. You looked away instantly, jaw clenched tight and your arms tucked behind your back to hide your name shaking hands.

It was clear as day what it was; jealousy. A feeling you had never felt before yourself but to see the man you like getting hit on, it was painful. It shouldn’t affect you nor should you hold Tech back about pursuing something. But, it was fairly clear to everyone but him that you had harbored feelings for him. A lot. Your mind was whirling and you were doing your utmost to block everything out.

Then, you felt a nudge at your side and turned your head to see Hunter giving you an odd look. “Don’t worry.” He mouths quietly, sensing the quick drop in your heart rate.

You gave him an appreciative nod but was a little relieved to hear that Tech did not flinch to her advances.A veryTech thing to do. Which is probably why he never got the hint that you had feelings for him. Then again, you yourself never had the courage to pursue it.

“Oh? This one here didn’t like me calling you that, brown eyes.”

If you weren’t agitated before, you were now. Your body stiffens as you see Phee looking directly at you, smug. You’re doing your utmost to seem unfazed but as she saunters to you and slips an arm over your shoulder, blood is draining from your face. “What’s the matter girly? This one your boyfriend?”

She turns you both to face Tech who now just looked as puzzled as ever. His eyes latch onto your face, painted in humiliation, but you didn’t dare even look back at him. You could not confess your feelings like this - not at all.

“No.”

Phee raises a brow. “No? Seems to me there is something there.” She laughs, the others not joining in and just felt as painfully awkward as you did. “What’s your name beautiful?”

There was hesitance on your half, head looking to the side as you mumbled your name to her. She repeats it aloud, nodding her head slowly and gazes back to Tech. “She isn’t your girlfriend?”

“No, but she is a valid and strong member of this squad and I doubt she appreciates-.”

“None of them are my boyfriend.” You snap this time, cutting off Tech but look right at her with a face of thunder. She doesn’t seem taken aback by your abruptness and rather revels in it.

“Good! Looks like I can get to know brown eyes more then.” She pats your shoulder once and slips away as if to get a rise out of you.

You return to stand beside Hunter as she then moves onto Wrecker and subtly, Hunter places a hand to your upper back as if it was a sign of comfort.

Though you felt like you didn’t need comforting you still felt the tears prick to the corners of your eyes. With a gaze strong on you, you side-glance to Tech to see him watching you with an unreadable expression. The second your eyes had met, you looked away and cursed silently as a small tear slipped down your cheek. Once the briefing was done, where you didn’t even clock onto the new missions details, you fled Cid’s office.

Tech had never seen you so uncomfortable before and he was not certain if he had imagined you crying or not. You’re often well relaxed, carefree and never get emotional. So why was this time different? Why was Phee’s questioning about your relationship with him something that set tears to your eyes.

He is stumped, fearing that it could have been perhaps something he said. He would never admit it himself but he always valued your thoughts and fairly valued your looks too.

Many times he had been distracted in his work because you would walk by or give him a cup of caf. He just didn’t know that it was because he had developed feelings for you. But seeing as Phee clearly thought that the two of you were in a relationship, maybe you felt the same?

When you’re all back on the ship, having agreed to this mission if it meant more freedom, you’re with Omega in the gunners mount. She had hair overheard Echo talking about her and as you tried to console her, she then turned the comfort back on you.

“Have you spoken to Tech?”

The sudden question made you blink in surprise and there was a little jitter in your tummy at the mention of his name. “No, why should I?”

Omega smiles sadly at you, noticing your ‘unbothered’ reaction. “Because you were jealous that Phee was flirting with him.”

“Maybe.” You grumble, pulling your legs to your chest. “It wasn’t that obvious was it?”

“I don’t think Tech noticed.” She shrugs, head tilting and resting on Lula. “But at least he brushed her off.”

That was true. When you were trying to ignore the steam hissing out your ears, you overheard him discussing the pigmentation to the Clones eyes. But, if someone as pretty as Phee doesn’t sway him… how could you?

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

What could have been the start to a better life soon vanished the moment the team got separated. Yourself, Omega, Echo and Tech were trapped and you didn’t even know where the others two were.

Admittedly you were a little distracted throughout the day, with what haloed at Cid’s parlor but you knew you had to get your head straight the second Tech got injured. Your heart was racing and you were trying to hide your panic as you slung his arm around your shoulder helping him hobble towards the far end of the container so it didn’t tip even further. “Do you feel okay? Not woozy or anything?” You ask with caution to which he shook his head, hissing softly as you help him take a seat on a crate.

“Other than the ache in my leg, I feel fine. Femur fractures are quite common in the spoils of war though not exactly ideal. Especially in our predicament.” He looks at you, seeing the sympathetic look on your face.

“We have to find a way to get you out of here but I don’t want you putting pressure on that leg.”

When you all come up with a plan, you allow Omega and Echo climb up first to safety, your throat in your mouth as you realise it doesn’t look to be the easiest climb. But, it was better than falling to your death.

“May I ask you a question?” You’re in the process of tying a sturdy cable around Tech’s waist, knowing he’s in no capacity to try and scale the mountain side you’re all hanging off when he speaks up.

Glancing up, you nod for him to continue, making sure the knot is tight but probably not as tight as the feeling in your throat at his question. “What did Cid’s acquaintance, Phee, mean when she addressed how you apparently did not like the way she spoke to me?”

You avoid eye contact and merely shrug. “I don’t know.” You say quietly, tying yourself up to a separate cable but your hands are fidgeting a little bit too much to focus.

Tech notes your sudden change in shy demeanor and gets the hint that you’re lying to him which was very rare of you. “You’re also uncertain as to why she singled me out if we were courting or not and why it was enough to make you cry?”

A rush of blood travels up your neck, ashamed that you had cried over it in the first place. But as you look back at him, a pointed expression is on his face, you sigh. “If you’re gesturing to something Tech, just say it.”

He had been thinking about this for the last few hours, ever since he saw your reaction. Though he didn’t understand the sudden issue, he went ahead and spoke to Hunter about it. And if Hunter’s hesitance in telling him the truth was correct, he would feel a little foolish at his next choice of words.

“Forgive me if I am wrong but, you were jealous.”

Your hands still on the still unfastened cable around your waist, Tech seeing how your chest heaved as you sucked in a deep breath and gave out a shaky exhale. “I don’t get jealous, Tech.”

“But you were in that moment, no?” He limps forward a little towards you, noticing your struggle. “Here, allow me.” His steady hands come up and take a grasp of your predicament, gloved fingers gently swatting yours away and tying you up to safety. Meanwhile you could only stare at him wide-eyed, a little bashful too.

“If I am correct, I do not see why you have anything to be jealous of. She would not have replaced you and,” he pauses, tossing words around in his mind before he continues, “I would only feel flattered if someone like you would ‘flirt’ with me. If that was what Phee was doing.”

You’re silent, head looking down and watching as he expertly fastens you up. But, your silence plays on his expert mind.

Tech takes a little bit of a gamble. If it goes horribly then maybe him plummeting down the cliff wasn’t such a bad thing. “Do you think jealousy would have surfaced if Phee had flirted with the others?”

You feel queasy, the tone of his voice was slightly hushed, afraid that others would hear even if nobody else was around. “I don’t think so.”

Although you seemed very shy, his insides were growing warm at your confession. Finally managing to make you admit what he had been wanting to hear for a while. “That is interesting. Truthfully, I spoke to Hunter about it and it did not occur to me that she was so called ‘flirting’ with me as it seems implausible.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well,” he shifts his position, leg starting to ache again but waits until he knows you’re secure before he leans against a crate, catching his breath, “others would favor my other brothers.”

You hate hearing him talk down about himself and carefully sit beside him. “Don’t say that. You’re very handsome and sweet Tech. Anybody would be lucky to have you.”

There’s a warmth flowing through his body at your words. He knows that this wasn’t flirting, instead it was you being honest and true with him. “So do me the honors in answering this, so I know Hunter did not lie to me… do you like me?”

You turn your head to face him, heart beating a little fast and you were glad he didn’t have the Sergeant’s senses. “Remember when you said if ‘someone like me’ flirted with you?”

He nods, a little confused.

“Well what if it was me?” You find the courage that had been eating away at you, pleading to get out. A subtle disclosure of your feelings for Tech.

“Mesh’la,” there’s a sigh of relief in his tone, suddenly forgetting the pain in his leg, “I like you too. Tremendously. Though I must admit if you had ever advanced in flirting with me I was clearly none the wiser.” He chuckles, cheeks pink. There’s a moment where he raises his hand and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face before his gloved hand cups your cheek, digits gently caressing at your skin.

“I would very much like to kiss you, too.”

Not needing to say anymore, you leaned into him and allowed your lips to brush against one another. It’s gentle, subtle, but perfect. It only lasted a few seconds before you pulled back after hearing Echo telling us to ‘hurry up down there!’.

“Unfortunately Echo is correct and we must escape this vessel before we fall to our deaths. Otherwise this uplifting conversation would have been for nothing.” He pushed his goggles up the tip of his nose as they slid down but you both didn’t leave until you place another kiss to his jaw.

“Let’s talk about this later, yeah?”

“Of course.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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Tech and Echo, Chaotic Besties TM

a small detail i like from the new s2ep1 of the bad batch is the difference in philosophy between echo and hunter

hunter looks out for his squad and his squad alone. they’ve always been his squad (aside echo & omega) and the only group he truly needs to care for. he focuses on his batch having a good life

echo however is a reg. he was bred for large amounts of companionship and his trauma at the hands of the separatists makes him much more caring for those he doesn’t know because he doesn’t want others to experience what he went through. he focuses on the good life of the collective over himself and therefore his squad

idk. i’m probably over analysing but i like it (:

I saw this one on Twitter the night season 2 was released; and I laughed so hard that people told me to go to sleep 🧍🏽‍♀️

It’s too funny 😂

Saw this on Facebook 😂

I think that scene between Hunter and Echo in ep 1 is the first time Echo has had that much dialogue in one go.

HE HAS WORDS! ACTUAL WORDS!

It really makes me think about how much he was underutilised in S1 because even rewatching it I'm just like

HE HAS WORDS!!!

Did i just torture myself? Yes.

Was it worth it? Yes.

Rushed Promises

Pairing: Captain Wilco x F TK!Trooper!Reader

A/N: S2 BAD BATCH SPOILERS!!! (I guess?) Anyone else fall in love with Captain Five Minutes of Screentime??? Lol. I did. Instantly. Anyone else still in denial and almost certain he could survive that fall if there's a body of water at the bottom of that frame????? No? Just me???

Summary: You spend the morning with Wilco before he has to head out.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Established Relationship, SMUT, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, fingering, fluff, angst at the end

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“Don’t get out of bed.” You beg, quietly.

Wilco starts to sit up and pull his clothes up off the floor so he can get ready. You have a better idea and start to pull him back to you in the bed.

“I have to, mesh’la.” Wilco kisses you on the forehead, smiling at how beautiful you look in the dim light of the lamp. “I have a lot to do today, unfortunately.”

You nod sadly, understanding.

“So do you.” He playfully smoothes out the crease between your eyebrows to make you stop frowning.

He’s right. You’re supposed to be running drills with the newbie TK troopers while Wilco and his men are supposed to be heading to Serenno today to gather up Count Dooku’s war chests and ship them out to wherever they were supposed to be going. Honestly, at this point, you stop asking questions. You don’t get paid to ask questions. 

“Do you have time to-” You start but you don’t even get to finish your question before Wilco travels down your body, smirking up at you once he settles between your legs.

He knows you so well at this point.

“Always have time for this.” He hums, kissing your inner thighs. “So pretty in the morning. How could I resist?” 

“Don’t want you to.” You grin.

You spread your legs even more for him as he moves the cover away from your naked body. Wilco slides his hands up your body, gently massaging your thighs that are sore from your drills you ran the day before.

“Feel good?” He asks, sliding his hands up even closer to your warmth.

You’re already wet from the implication of what his hands have planned for you. 

“Mmhm.” You sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed.

“Nope. Eyes on me.” He quietly commands you.

“Yes, captain.” You smirk, looking down at him, knowing that calling him that gets to him every single time, no matter what he’s doing.

Wilco groans and immediately throws his plans to the wind as his mouth desperately latches onto your clit, causing your back to arch up off his bunk. You internally thank the Maker that Wilco has his own quarters.

“Fuck, Wil…” You moan.

He hums against your warmth, still massaging your thighs. Your hand flies down to his hair, trying to hold onto him as his tongue sends fire grazing throughout your entire body. A fire you know so well that you’d live engulfed in flames as long as they were Wilco’s flames.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” He praises you, flicking his tongue across your clit as he inserts a finger into your soaked hole.

You nod, eagerly. “All for you, baby.”

“You taste so fucking good.” He continues licking into you as he thrusts his finger into you while his other hand continues kneading at your thigh.

“So good with your hands.” You praise him, tightening your grip on his hair. “Fuck… and your mouth.” 

He smirks against your pussy and you know he’s trying to make you feel as good as possible since he’s going to be gone for a couple days on Serenno. 

The wet sounds of your cunt fill his small room and your hips buck against his hand, knowing your edge is nearing, but trying to hold back for him to give you the okay. 

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” He teases, starting to rub that spongy part of you that only Wilco could reach.  “Wish you could feel how perfectly you're clenching around my finger.”

“P-please… Wil…” You beg and plead, whispering his name like a prayer.

“Alright, cyar’ika. You can cum.” He gives you permission and then continues sucking on your clit, making you feel like you may combust completely.

With his permission, you feel your orgasm hit you like a coil snapping and you cum for him, moaning his name so loudly that he has to let go of your thigh to cover your mouth.

“So fucking beautiful.” He eases his finger out of you and sits up on his knees, so he can start pumping his length over your naked body.

Mesmerized by his perfect hands, you watch him and you can’t help the warmth that travels throughout your body as you stare at your partner with absolute love and adoration. 

“You are.” You murmur as you sit up so you can be closer to him. 

Wil stares down into your eyes as he continues working his cock, expertly. Unable to keep your hands to yourself, you slide them over his ass and up his back, raking your nails down his back, knowing how it spurs him on.

“Fuck, your hands feel so-” He starts to groan but is cut off by a knock on his door.

“Captain Wilco, we’re loading up now.” A voice of another clone trooper says on the other side, having no idea what his captain was really up to. 

“Give me five.” He practically barks.

“Yes, sir.” You hear the retreating footsteps.

Quirking an eyebrow, you look up at him amused. “Only five?” 

He groans roughly as he pushes you onto your back, leaning over you to crush his lips to yours, and in one fluid movement, pushes into you, making both of you moan against each other’s mouths, hotly.

“I only need two.” He chuckles and starts thrusting into you at the most unforgiving pace he’s ever fucked you.

“Spend the other three holding me.” You smirk.

“Always.” He promises you.

Slamming his hips against your ass, gripping your thighs, he does as he promises and cums, moaning against your neck, holding your thighs tight enough you know you’re going to bruise. 

“Pussy from the Maker, I swear.” He laughs as he slows his thrust, slowly pulling out of you so he can hold you.

You roll your eyes with a laugh and let him pull you into his arms and pepper your shoulders with kisses. 

“I’ll miss you, you know.” You murmur, kissing his strong forearms.

“I’ll be back, I promise.”

The thing about promises, though? Sometimes, they get broken.

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Echo and Tech -YouTuber Edition

I don’t know if y’all do this 😭 but do you ever see YouTube videos and put in certain characters into the vids 👀 (I may need help)

Either way, I’ve watched Chris and Andrew for quite a long time and couldn’t help but think that Echo is Chris and Tech is Andrew.

If you haven’t seen them, please do cause they make me laugh so much!!!!!

Here is a vid of Tech and Echo (imo)

Wait a damn minute 😭🤧

I thought this was about Tech and Romar (I believe that’s his name) 🧍🏽‍♀️😭 I cackled thinking about Texh giving him a hip replacement !! Im so done…

yeah yeah fucking that old man, but what about cherishing that old man? tenderly holding that old man?

Shut up virgin, that old man's gonna need a hip replacement when I'm done with him

Behold, the Domino Twins

Absolute finest troopers!

Hi all! I worked on my Bingo card right before the show started! Im attaching a blank version if y’all want to make your own :) *please tag me if you do so I can see your predictions!*

Tech: *gets injured*

Y/N suddenly becoming a Medic: