Angst! Echo X OC (Dawn) Unspoken Love (pt. 1)

Tech saying

“When have we ever followed orders”

Is one of the most beautiful and important things I think I’ve heard in Star Wars…

As it parallels order 66..

“Good soldiers, follow orders”

Tech WAS a good soldier, who never followed orders.. and saved his family by doing just that..

This is so beautiful 🤩

Ever wondered how Crosshair got his name?

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Hey queen! My friend @queen-of-the-night-lights is having a really hard time at her work and with her life in general, so I was wondering if you could please write something about the bad batch being with a tall and plus size reader? She get really self conscious about these traits she has, but I can’t write well to save my life and you are one of her favorite blogs. It can be whatever style you like, you are totally creative and the writer so I leave this to you if you have time for it. 💜

Aloha! So sorry, your friend is having such a hard time 😔 I have no idea If I can do this properly, but I'll give it my best 😊 Sorry for the wait!

The Bad Batch x Tall Plus Size ReaderHCs - Love Yourself

Warnings: Mention Of Negative Self-Perception/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff/ Suggestive As Well As Strong Language (Crosshair)

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Hunter

He has a way of making you feel loved and beautiful. Not only with words, but also with the way he looks at you and touches you. Hunter's warm smile, the way he admires and touches your curves, make you feel like a queen.

He is fascinated by you, attracted to you, just as you are. He would never want to change you, but supports you in any endeavor if you yourself should ever have the desire. His affection goes deeper, he perceives you very differently than you perceive yourself, and he will do everything so that you can see yourself as he sees you, gorgeous and desirable.

To the questions, "Why are you with me?" he answers, "Because you are wonderful, in so many ways that I can hardly put into words. Everything about you is endearing and magnetic".

Of course, even on the worst days when you feel lower than low, he manages to make you smile.

"There it is, that wonderful smile that I love so much, I don't think you should wear more than that tonight, just that smile."

Echo

"Honey, you are wonderful just the way you are"

The moments when you doubt yourself fill him with worry. Echo wants nothing more than for you to feel comfortable and, above all, loved in this relationship. Tender touches, loving, uplifting words, come to his lips with ease, because they are true. Echo is enraptured by you.

On your worst days, he cuddles with you and covers you with tender kisses. "My love, it is hardly possible to put into words how wonderful you are". He is so sweet it almost hurts. It doesn't matter how tall or wide you are, he is addicted to you, every inch of your body. Like an addict, he hangs on your every smile.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Mesh'la."

"How do you see me?"

Echo smiles dreamily, "As the love of my life. A sweet, adorable treasure, worth protecting, loving and admiring"

Wrecker

He gives you a warm hug.

"My sweet, Mesh'la, do not doubt yourself".

His smile is so warm and vibrant, it gets under your skin. He stands with you in front of the mirror, his big hands wandering along your body, every curve, every inch.

"Look at you, what's not to love?"

Wrecker really doesn't quite understand, he can't imagine how anyone could not be attracted to you.

He looks at you across the mirror so dreamily that your heart beats faster and faster. Wrecker is so direct, so honest and real, everything he says and does, he means exactly that.

"Look at those curves! Wonderful! I can't get enough of them"

He caresses your cheek and croons, "Smile for me beautiful, I want to see you happy my darling".

Tech

He's pretty confident. Not necessarily about his appearance, he doesn't think about that much, his self-confidence is more about his mind and what he's capable of, so he can't immediately grasp what's going on inside you when he first sees you standing in front of the mirror, plagued by self-doubt.

However, Tech wants to understand you, so he asks questions, responds to you. He finally stands next to you, a small smile appears on his lips as your eyes meet in the mirror.

"I like seeing you next to me," he says, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Oh yeah?"

Tech nods with a smirk, "It makes me proud. I have such a wonderful, being by my side, something I could hardly have dreamed of not so long ago"

"You're sweet," you say with a cautious smile.

"Not nearly as cute as you are," he says with a smirk, "But I must say, together, as a couple, we look extraordinary"

Tech presses a button on his goggles, takes a holo-picture of that moment in front of the mirror and says, "Something like that should be captured for eternity, don't you think?"

He kisses your cheek and says elatedly, "I brought some holomovies, shall we get cozy and watch them?"

Crosshair

Actually, he's more attracted to a certain amount of self-confidence, which is probably why the beginnings of your relationship are a bit bumpy. He likes you, but he struggles with your self-doubt.

However, Crosshair is more adaptable and sensitive than he seems. He has his own very physical way of showing you how great you are. Crosshair desires you, and he shows it to you very directly. His touches are demanding and passionate, but he also has a tender side. He doesn't show it too often, but always right when you need it the most.

"Hey Kitten, what did we do last night?"

Heat creeps into your cheeks, you avoid his gaze in the mirror as he faces you, but he grabs your chin and gently but firmly forces you to look at him over the mirror.

"Ignoring my question would be rude," he says quietly.

"We made love"

He nods and says, "Yeah, fucked your brains out".

Your cheeks get even hotter, and you blink, your eyes jumping from one spot to another.

"Look at me, Mesh'la" he says sternly yet gently.

As you obey him, he says, "Why do you think we did that?"

"You were horny?"

He rolls his eyes, but then smirks, "Well, I guess that's part of it. But no, that's not the main reason. I desire you, I want you, you are mine."

He leans his cheek against your head and says, "I will always desire you, always want you and always want you to be with me."

As you look at him over the mirror, moved by his words and happy, with a beating heart, he says, "Now stop moping, hold that pretty head up high and get into that wonderful new dress I bought you, I want to take you out for dinner"

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#I can fix him, unless-

I’ve been listening to “The Way I Are” repeatedly 😭

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Some Like It Hot

Pairing: Echo x Female Reader

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Summary: With the Marauder marooned in a desert planet, Hunter take Omega and the others to town in search of parts while you and Echo stay behind to find a way to fix what you can and beat the hear.

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), facesitting, edging, praise, slightly soft!dom Echo, cum eating.

A/N: Based in this ask from a wonderful, Echo loving Nonnie!

Word count: 1.9k

It was hot. Uncomfortably hot. Oppressively hot. So hot it was all you could do to tolerate your own skin covering your own body, much less a full kit of armor. Yet there you were, perched atop the Marauder in the burning sun of some backwater planet, desperately working alongside Echo while Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Omega had gone to the nearest port for parts and supplies.

After working outside for several hours stripping away broken parts in preparation for the group's return, you both retreated to the interior of the ship as the sun hovered overhead. The moment you were out of the sun's harsh rays, you shucked your armor, leaving it in a heap on your bunk. Although ditching the plastoid plates helped release a little heat from your body, you still felt sticky, itchy, and overheated.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower," you informed him. "Then I'll be up to help you with the electrical panel."

"Sounds good," he replied, doffing his upper body armor and compression suit to let his skin breathe as well.

He kept his back to you as you peeled away your soaking base layer. There had been electric tension between you since you first met months earlier, time alone was a rare commodity but neither felt particularly in the mood to be close enough to explore those amorous feelings given the circumstances. Instead, he stole a glance at the curve of your panty-clad backside while you reached for your shower kit. You likewise studied the sculpted tone of his shoulders as he quickly righted his gaze, thinking you hadn't noticed, and walked to the cockpit.

After a quick and largely unsatisfying sonic shower, you emerged from the fresher feeling slightly cleaner than before. With a glance to the bow of the ship, you saw Echo on his back under the console, toiling away to try to get at least part of the power restored to the ship for the sake of climate control if nothing else. As you stared at your meager clothing options, you shuddered at the thought of putting your compression suit and armor back on, so instead you opted for a pair of panties and a loose tee-shirt. Even with the lack of significant clothing, you still felt the heat of the day across your exposed legs as you joined Echo in the cockpit.

A string of profanity greeted you as he shifted and jerked under the control panel, “Dank FERRIK!” He growled in frustration.

“I’m here,” you reassured, carefully stepping over him. “How can I help?”

“There’s a cable that I’m trying to reroute,” he began with a strained grunt. “I can’t get it plugged in to the proper board without being up top, but it isn’t stable enough to stay put for me to access it.”

“Which panel?” You asked, knowing how to communicate with him.

“Life support panel. Top tier, one o’clock from where I am.”

Repeating his directions, you carefully stood over him and popped open the required button panel. Peering through the durasteel firewall, you saw his face and the end of the cable he had been fighting with being thrust in your direction. Taking it, you easily plugged it in as he shifted beneath you to finish his task of rerouting the power cables. The panel illuminated and around you there was the distinct hum of fans activating. A moment later, a crisp chill of recirculated air prickled across your body, giving you goose flesh under your scant clothes.

“Sounds like that worked,” Echo stated optimistically.

A violent shiver rippled down your spine and into your toes, visible through the sudden jerking of your legs, which prompted him to laugh. His warm hand grazed the skin of your ankle, making you straighten quickly and look down. He had scooted out from the control panel and gazed up the length of your body with dark eyes, which darted to the apex of your thighs, visible from his prone position. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as his fingers traced up the curve of your calf and back down, teasing gooseflesh from your skin.

“You feeling better now, meshla?” he rasped.

"Much," you nearly gasped in reply. "I'd say you've earned a reward for your efforts. Name it and it's yours."

A dangerous chuckle reverberated in his chest, "You should be careful, little one. Don't say that unless you really mean it."

"I always mean what I say. Question is…" a sultry smile crept across your face as a velvety chuckle rolled from your throat, "Are you going to finally tell me what you want?"

All at once the air between you was thickly silent as his hand stilled on your ankle holding you in place, “Do you really mean that?”

To answer his question, you slid your panties down your hips until they fell to your knees, while holding his gaze. His eyes flicked to the garment with a reflexive chuckle of near disbelief at your directness. Rather than stepping out of them, you waited for him to move with an expectant expression. A crooked, roguish smile pulled at his cheek as his hand drifted up your leg to take hold of the cloth and tug it further downward. Only then did you lift your foot to remove it, one leg at a time.

He tossed them aside, eyes fixed on your exposed folds as they peeked out from under your shirt. His bare chest rose and fell as he breathed faster in anticipation. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you rather enjoyed your literal position of power over him a little, curious to see what he’d do next. Eager to spur him on, you let your hands glide down your abdomen and graze your thighs. At the sight of your fingers sliding into your folds, his mouth fell open and he released a soft moan. Smirking, you stepped forward until you stood his face.

“So…” you teased, "is this what you want?”

“Bring that gorgeous pussy down here. I'm starving."

Despite your confidence, the lustful rumble of his baritone voice made your knees tremble as you knelt, his face disappearing under the hem of your shirt. You felt his hot breath across your slick folds, which sent an electric shiver up and down your spine. A moan shuddered from your throat at the first sensation of his tongue grazing your slit. He huffed a smirk into your thigh before guiding you further downward until you felt his lips ghosting across yours. Wanting to see him, you pulled your shirt overhead, your naked flesh contracting in the cold air of this ship.

Looking down, you saw his dark eyes staring back at you intensely from between your splayed thighs. The apples of his cheeks shifted upward, squinting his eyes slightly as his mouth opened the stubble of his jaw rasped across your thighs. Taking his time, his tongue slowly licked from your entrance to your swollen, aching clit, circling it several times, before descending back down to your dripping hole. He teased you relentlessly, giving you only a fraction of what you wanted as your hips began canting on his face.

“Hold still, sweetheart. You’re far too delicious to rush things,” the lascivious rasp of his voice was punctuated by his hand gripping the globe of your ass. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Y-yes,” you whispered in a gasp, nearly coming undone at his words alone.

“That’s a girl,” he praised with a gentle tap to your backside, prompting you to relax onto him. “Oh, just like that…”

His words trailed off as he resumed lavishing your pussy, unabashedly moaning into your folds, gathering and spreading your slick with his tongue. He consumed you with a deep, aching hunger. The pressure quickly built in your belly as he so expertly unwound you. Your breaths came in sharp gasps, having been utterly unprepared for his skilled mouth. It took all your willpower to hold your hips steady when all you wanted to do was rut against his face to feel the delicious friction of his nose against your swollen node.

Sensing your torture, you felt him grin against your cunt. When you met his gaze, his eyes were smiling smugly. Just as your mouth fell open to deliver a whining plea, he began flicking the flat of his tongue across your clit rapidly. The sudden white hot sensation made your eyes cross and your back arch, thrusting your pussy into his mouth. Your hands gripped the edges of the console with white knuckles as you teetered at the precipice, poised and ready when he stopped with a wicked chuckle.

“Does my pretty girl want to come?” He teased, shifting his hand from the bruising grip on your side to begin tracing your entrance.

“Y-yes, gods Echo, let me come!” You howled.

He edged a finger into your core just slightly, only to withdraw and continue to tease, “Have you forgotten your manners already? What’s the magic word?”

“Please!” You cried, unable to contain the quaking of your thighs. “Echo, please make me come!”

“Hmm, my good girl,” his praise was punctuated by his thick middle finger sinking easily into your pussy only to have a second stretch and fill you more.

The moan that left your body was a hedonistic wail of ecstasy as you began rolling your hips against the digits buried inside you. He grunted in approval, nodding as his mouth latched back onto your clit. His pace was unrelenting as his scomp arm encouraged you to ride his face, which shifted from side to side, adding friction exactly where you wanted it. With a handful of deep thrusts, your core fluttered and throbbed. Pulling his hand away, he buried his mouth into your entrance, moaning wildly as he consumed your release, tongue probing your pulsing walls as you rode your orgasm and they finally stilled.

Dizzy and breathless, you all but collapsed against the console, resting your burning face on the cold durasteel panel. Your entire body buzzed with fizzy, tingling energy as oxytocin flooded your bloodstream. You looked down at Echo, who had never looked happier, despite being a soaking mess. Finding the will to move, you tried to stand, but your legs were wobbly and useless. He chuckled lightly, shimmied out from between your thighs, and planted a kiss on your exposed neck. The warmth of his chest felt like a blanket against your shivering back.

“Stay here,” he crooned in your ear. “I’ll be right back.”

Your pulse was still slowing when he returned a moment later, draping a blanket around your shoulders and helping you to your feet. He guided you to the fresher so you could relieve yourself. As you cleaned up, he disappeared and you heard the sound of disinfectant spray being used. Undoubtedly Hunter would be able to smell what you had been up to when the group returned and Tech wouldn’t appreciate his precious cockpit being used as the location of your tryst. Upon his return, you departed the fresher in search of your clothes, which he held in hand.

“You know, I’ll get you back for that,” you warned, tracing your fingertips across the ridges of his codpiece. “I can be just as patient as you when I want to be.”

“Sweetheart,” his dark eyes narrowed dangerously at her challenge, “I’m counting on it.”

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Meeting the family

Summary: Echo gets some shore leave and turns his comm off

Word count: 2,3 k

Warnings: Just kissing, this is completely sfw

A/N: Had a ton on fun writing this, I hope it's good enough for your expectations. The sentence prompt is in there

Tags: @cloneficgiftexchange @wizardmando

As a general rule (gently suggested by Captain Rex to the 501st), Echo is not to be disturbed when calling with his girlfriend. Not only because of possible less-than-innocent activities on the call, but also because of how damn happy Echo was when he ends the call himself undisturbed.

When he got together with Y/N, his optimism skyrocketed. Every mission, assignment and battle was done quickly but thoroughly, so he could come back to her. He made the other troopers work faster to be done with the paperwork (much to the displeasure of Fives), cleaned up when others didn’t want to, anything to get rewarded more time off.

Even general Skywalker noticed a difference. Echo no longer went with any crazy plan Fives threw on the table. He’s stubborn enough to convince them of a safer route, or staying behind on base for the craziest assignments. 

“I want to come back home,” he answered every time. Nobody asked him what “home” was. It was against regulations, but everyone turned a blind eye.

Rex has never actually met her, but he was sure he like will like her when he does.

—---

“Well, call him again! What if it’s an emergency and we need to leave for an impromptu mission?” 

Despite Rex loving his men with all his heart like brothers, sometimes, he gets quite frustrated with their headstrong attitude. Especially if he does a headcount at breakfast and finds some of them missing.

“Maybe he went to a bar and slept over?” Jesse suggests and shovels a spoonful of military rations into his mouth.

“Impossible. It’s been more than a day. Echo is not that kind of person,” Kix counters, “I would expect that more from Fives.” He points at the trooper with his clean spoon, his face sporting a half-smirk.

From the other end of the table, he hears an offended “OI!”.

“Don’t pretend to be offended, Fives, your tab at 79’s is still open. Besides, Echo has someone waiting for him home, he wouldn’t do that.”

As if a lightbulb went off in his head, Kix turns to Rex.

“Have we checked if he isn’t with them?”

Rex shrugs. “We don’t even know if the person lives on Coruscant, much less know their location.”

Fives froze for a second in realisation. He starts hitting Jesse next to him, as if possessed.

“She is on Coruscant! I have her address in case of an emergency!”

The entire table groans.

“Then kriffin lead with that!” “Fives!” “And you didn’t tell us this sooner?!”

—

"Hear me out: Melted cheese with carrots."

"You know what, that actually might be good."

Since your leftovers ran out for lunch, Echo and you were brainstorming cooking ideas. 

Well, it is more of "Echo says a food combination and you shoot it down". It sometimes feels like he has no sense of taste, his tongue fried from eating republic rations all the time.

The holomovie has become white noise at some point, background in your conversation while you cuddle on the couch.

"The carrots have to be boiled so they don't crunch, we could maybe even use blue cheese," you list off ingredients, in thought.

"I'm sorry, WHAT cheese?!" Echo is half horrified and half curious at your statement. 

"Oh, you know, a cheese that has a bit of grown mold on it. It adds flavour and it's not bad for the body at all," you explain, watching his expression go from 100 to 200.

"How could mold on cheese be anything other than bad?"

"Actually, I have no idea. It just is," you shrug and pull out a datapad, putting in a shopping list.

Echo peers over your shoulder. 

"Does it really need that many ingredients?"

"Yeah. You need the pasta, salt - which we already have - and the sauce needs some cream, garlic, cheese and carrots. If you want to spice it up we can add some ham," you say, counting the ingredients on your fingers. You're by no means a master in the kitchen, but you want to feed your boyfriend food with ACTUAL flavour.

Echo lays his head on top of yours, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Can you teach me how to do it? I want to cook you something someday," he mumbles into your scalp, pressing another peck after he finishes the sentence.

"I will if you want to, but you don't need to cook me anything! I can always look up recipes or we can order takeout."

"But I want to."

It makes the corners of your mouth rise and warmth spread to your chest. What the republic thinks is a hardened soldier is also a softie who wants to learn how to cook for someone he loves.

"Thank you, love."

Echo doesn't need to move his head to see your smile, he just knows. The tone is obvious to him.

"Cooking is really complicated," he puffs out.

"Oh you have no idea. Pasta is mostly simple to do, one of the easiest dishes in fact," you point out. After sending the shopping list into the app, you toss the datapad to the side.

Now just to wait half an hour for the groceries to arrive, carried by a simple task droid.

You don't want to point your attention towards the TV or go out shopping. It feels like you're wasting precious time you have while Echo is on shore leave. You want to be wrapped up in him for the entire remainder of his vacation.

Curled in his side, you can feel every single muscle of his athletic body through the thin shirt of his blacks. He knows you don't mean anything by it when you snake a hand under his shirt and start drawing shapes into his skin. 

As always, his skin is warm to the touch, bringing you instant comfort.

By the time the movie ends, the hypnotic nature of drawing circles into Echo’s skin puts you in the sweet zone between awake and asleep. His chest rises and falls as he watches the credits (something only he ever does), syncing your breathing with his.

Warmth blooms in his heart at your sleepy form, like small fireworks in his veins. He feels as if body will burst.

“I cannot stop smiling when I look at you,” he whispers to you, making you smile in return. He isn’t even sure if your brain registered it or turned it into a pleasant dream. 

He slowly moves by centimetres on the couch into a more comfortable position to take a nap and let you snooze.

However, before Echo could even begin falling asleep with you, a sharp ring makes him flinch out of his own head.

An adorable whine leaves your throat.

“Is the food here?” Echo asks and gently takes your arm off him, getting up to get whatever is at the door.

“Hopefully,” you grumble out and lay down flat on the couch, covering where Echo was sitting.

“Can you put everything but the bread in the fridge? I’ll cook in an hour,” you speak up, louder than usual so Echo hears you through the apartment.

You hear the door open and then-

“What the kriff are you doing here?!”

You shoot up from the couch so fast your head nearly spins. Echo rarely swears so to you, this would be a jedi-level threat.

“Well you didn’t answer your comm so Fives told me where your partner lives-” “That information is for emergencies!” an identical voice replies to your boyfriend before getting shot down by (what you assume is) your Echo.

When you get into the line of sight of the door, you realise why.

There, right outside the threshold of your door, stand at least six clones, all wearing the same armour Echo has left neatly in a pile by your shoes. All of them have lines, triangles and patterns painted on their helmets in blue, black or red.

Echo’s legion.

“Well you weren’t answering your comm and… oh…” a blonde trooper in the front with his helmet under his arm speaks out and trails off when his eyes land on you.

“Yeah, I have told you I am away.” You’d think his annoyed voice is hot if you weren’t in a situation that could put him at such risk.

Right behind the blonde clone (who you assume is his caprain Rex from what he Echo told you) is a clone with a standard haircut and a number five tattooed on his temple in galactic basic.

His twin, Fives. You remember his tattoo from a conversation you’ve had with Echo. You wanted to meet him some day as he means so much to your boyfriend, but you have hoped that the meeting would be in better circumstances.

Before anything else can happen, you want to diffuse the situation. You don’t know if a clone trooper legally be in a relationship, as the war made the Senate refuse to look at anything else (certainly not look at the rights of the soldiers fighting said war). You might be in deep waters.

“Good afternoon sir. Is Echo in trouble?” You inwardly grimace. That was such a stupid question to ask, acting guilty in the court before even getting called to the stand.

A small smile gets to the captain’s lips.

“No, he isn’t. We’re just here to check on him because he wasn’t answering his comm.”

Some of the weight leaves your shoulders. You really didn’t want the first meeting with his brothers to be about disciplinary actions.

Echo’s entire face goes red, caught in the act. “I thought I put it on emergency only,” he tries justifying.

“Next time, double check. I sent you a message an hour ago. We wanted to know where you are,” another clone, one with a republic tattoo across his face, suggests.

“I told commander Cody that I am taking a day of shore leave. Did he not tell you guys?” Something shifts in Echo, like a knot coming loose. His stance shifts to be more relaxed and a single hand reaches out for your own.

His captain takes out a datapad and reads through messages while you two watch, previous anxiety dissipating just a smidge  .

“Ah, Cody got called away yesterday for a diplomatic mission.” The captain puts away his device and turns back to Echo.

“I- didn’t know that. Sorry Rex” utters your boyfriend and squeezes your hand. You squeeze back, seeing the guilty look on his face.

“It’s alright, you couldn’t have known, General Kenobi got the call and needed to leave immediately,” the blonde, Rex, reaches out a hand and pats his shoulder. 

Then, his head turns to you and he nods respectfully. “Nice to meet you ma’am. We’ll be going, sorry to bother you.”

“No problem at all,” you reply and watch the troopers utter variations of hellos and goodbyes, with his twin being the last to leave your porch.

He sends you a mischievous smile and reaches out a hand to shake yours. “I’ll stop by some time.”

He sends him a glare as he pulls away. Fives pats his shoulder and turns around, jogging to catch up with the rest of his brothers.

You lead Echo back inside your apartment and shut the door behind. His hand leaves yours and he kneels next to his armour to take out the commlink from his pack. He pushes a button, switching it on.

A bit sheepish, he puts it back and stands up. “Sorry you had to meet my captain and brothers for the first time like this,” he looks down.

You reach out a hand to cup his cheek and lift up his head to make him look at you.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re not in trouble,” you say softly and curl your free arm against his waist. His hands instinctively reach out to rest at your hips and bring you closer.

“I really wanted my comm to be off for the day, to spend the time with you. I’m sorry mesh’la.”

“Stop saying sorry for things out of your control. Your captain is sweet for wanting to check on you.”

He brings your foreheads together, something you have learnt is a kiss in his culture.

“Still, we could have gone through our day without this. I want to be here with you. For you. I don’t want you to feel like we are one message away from never seeing eachother again,” he murmurs.

You sigh with a sad look on your face.

“But we are, Echo. And that’s the reality. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t here for me,” you reply and pull away just enough so you can kiss his cheek and then bury your face in his neck. 

His hands go from your hips to hugging you. It’s the kind of bear hug that makes it impossible to breathe deeply, but you’re okay with that.

“I’m here for you too,” you whisper into his skin and land a peck on the junction of his neck and shoulder.

His arms falter and he pulls away, only to kiss you like his life depends on it.

He has no qualms pushing his tongue past your lips, multitasking while gently walking the two of you over to your couch.

“Kriff!” you squeak out as you stumble a bit, unaware of your surroundings from the haze of kissing. You stabilise yourself against Echo’s muscular chest and plant your feet firmly, making your boyfriend almost lose balance in return.

As you both regain your footing, your eyes meet again and you both snicker at the clumsy attempt at romance.

You want to lead Echo towards your couch to continue the session, but the bell rings again.

“So help me force Fives, if it’s you, I am going to put sand in your bed!”

“I think that’s just the delivery droid. It’s been an hour.”

“Oh, cool. Can you show me the recipe?”

Th fact that Hunter is not wearing his helmet is interesting to me compared to the rest of the guys. 

I’ve heard that the helmet is meant to shield their emotions. Perhaps after what happened on Kamino (where he didn’t have a helmet and had to let everyone see his expressions) , he feels more comfortable with letting his guard down. 

From the the official trailer and SW Celebration teasers - we see that Tech and Echo are opening up to Omega. Perhaps they will also start breaking free from the helmet. 

Wrecker is a SWEETHEART! Every emotion has been given to us :) 

I’m probably reaching, but it would be nice to see more of the guys being vulnerable. ✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️

New Bad Batch Trailer just dropped!! Yay!!! 🥳

And this poster is so cool 🤩🤩🤩🤩

I love how we all just accepted the fact that Echo is the mom of the group and probably the only one out of the squad that can cook a decent meal without burning the kitchen down