Some Headcannons I Have About Echo :)

Hello! I’ve been enjoying every written work you release 🥰

For the Bad Batch HCs, would you be able to write about the boys having a short partner?

I’m 4”6’ (O.o) - would the boys tease? Do they have a preference on who is the big spoon?

Thanks, love!

Makes me very happy to read that! Always delighted to see people enjoying my stuff :)) 🥰

Oh that's cute :), I'm 5'6. Which is still small compared to some of the boys :D

Let me see...

The Bad Batch x Short Reader HC's

Hunter

He doesn't give it too much thought, honestly, he likes you, he thinks your cute, your height is not really something he cares about much. Maybe because he is the shortest of his CF99 brothers.

He loves to be the big spoon and he is a cuddle machine in bed, if you let him he is pretty snuggly and hands on, you'll probably be wrapped in some of his limbs all night.

However, he doesn't like it when someone makes fun of your size. Makes him pretty angry, pretty fast.

Echo

He is very caring and protective. The smaller you are, the more protective he is for some reason, as if your size has an impact on how dangerous the world around you is.

The smaller you are the more delicate he handles you. But let's be frank, Echo is overcaring either way, you could be Wrecker's size and he would still be all around you to keep you safe, it's just who he is. But it for sure as hell intensifies the smaller you are.

He really likes cuddles but in the beginning he might be a bit hesitant and super careful, but that's not because of your size, it's his prosthetics, he just doesn't want to hurt you.

Wrecker

"Maker, you are so cute, you are so tiny!"

He doesn't mean to insult you, not at all, he really is surprised about your height the first time he meets you and he really does think you are cute.

He doesn't make fun of you, not even in a loving way. He never mentions your size in a negative way, at least not on purpose. But be prepared to be carried around a lot, he just loves to pick you up, swing you around or carry you around, cause that way he's got you close to him.

As you might have suspected; Wrecker is indeed a cuddle machine, all day if he get's the chance. He loves to be the big spoon and he is very soft and sweet with you, careful and loving. He can be an elephant in a china store, but with you he is so smooth and tender that you can hardly resist him.

Tech

When he meets you the first time, he is a little surprised, looking at you examining. Sometimes he forgets that he actually is not only exceptionally clever but also exceptionally tall.

If you ask him what he thinks about your height he will say something along the lines of, "Well, you are quite short. Other than that, there is not much to think of. Should I think about your height in a certain way?"

If he falls for you, he falls hard and he doesn't care about your size, height or weight.

He's a spider monkey, I haven't figured out why yet but he likes to clasp his legs around you, at every opportunity you are embraced by his long legs, from behind or from the front.

Crosshair

He will be mocking you about it, a lot, mainly to get your attention. Holding things out of your reach, or putting them out of your reach, making little remarks and stupid but harmless jokes.

He doesn't mean any harm, he's actually fascinated by you, he likes you and his way of showing interest starts always with mocking and little remarks. You'll get used to it if you really want to.

Crosshair is not much of a cuddler, in bed sure, but not generally. He doesn't really care who the big spoon is, when he is in a cuddly mood, all that counts is body contact, to have you close.

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Fondness

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

Warnings: Tai has PTSD flashbacks, mutual pining, awkward tension

Notes: I think this chapter will be a much better one just because I finally watched TCW. Shout out to Rex, who got way more mentions than I had planned but that's okay because I love him.

In all his years, after all the shit he's been through, he never imagined anything quite like this. He never imagined kindness quite like this. But then again, Tai had never met anyone like you before either. This realization doesn't keep his head from spinning, though, because now he's in your space, standing awkwardly in the entrance to the shithole you and a hundred other people call home. White walls stained beige with age, a floor that creaks every time you shift or step, windows that allow a disheartening view of the neighboring building and little else. It's crummy and probably falling apart, but it's better than anything he's had in at least seven years. He's not complaining.

"Sorry for the mess," you say a little shyly as you start bustling about the place, picking up trash and discarded clothes and wholly avoiding his eyes. "I don't really have people over."

Better than the dumpster I've been sleeping under, he wants to say. But that would be rude. And he knows you're trying to be polite, trying to put your best foot forward, and he appreciates it. And you. Definitely you.

"I don't have an extra room or a bed or anything, but I have a couch. And lots of blankets and pillows." You're going through a cupboard in the hall now. "I can turn the air on. Or the heat. I dunno what you prefer, but we can make it work." And something grabs Tai by the heart and refuses to let go because there's that 'we' again. The one that makes his chest feel tight. "Whatever you need to be comfortable."

He blinks and you're standing in front of him, eyes big and wide and shining in the sliver of light coming over his shoulder from the window. The two of you are caught for a moment in the gentle electricity humming between you. It's cautious and unsure, a little reserved and a little exciting, like you shouldn't be opening up your home to him and he shouldn't have accepted, like he shouldn't even be here. It registers vaguely in the back of the head that he's probably right. You don't know him, not really, and he doesn't really know you, no matter how much he pretends he does. And he's old enough now to be finding gray in his beard and at his temples. So what the hell is he doing here, what is he doing with you, the sweetest thing he's ever encountered? He feels like a creep.

But all of that passes when you smile. It wipes his mind clean. You turn to drop the sheets on the arm of the sofa, start unfolding them and throwing them over the cushions.

"I can-"

"I got it," you counter before he can even stop you. "I don't mind. You can make yourself at home, Tai. Get a drink, take a shower, whatever you want."

It takes him more breaths than he'd care to admit for his brain to catch up to his ears and his heart. He's so kriffing nervous here, taking up precious space in your home, tracking the grime of the city into your floor, and he knows that this is a gift that can be taken back. He's earned this privilege and he can lose it in a blink. So he decides to let you do this for him, just this once, if only to give himself some space and time to clear his head.

The bathroom is fucking tiny. The walls are crowding in on him before he even closes the door. The mirror is dirty with water spatters and steam streaks, the counter a little dusty in the corners, but you're everywhere in here - from the vase and fake flowers to the spread of cutely labeled products and the carpeted mat under his feet. Which reminds him to take his shoes off, which then prompts him to shuck off his armor and let his body breathe.

The man staring back at him in the mirror is both familiar and a stranger. He remembers that jawline looking sharper at one point, his skin smoother and firmer, but he also remembers the day he got the scar on his chin. He remembers the last day he saw Rex, remembers a string of images that make him want to pluck his eyes out just to quiet the way padawan blood screamed at him from the ground, remembers the day the Empire replaced him with a faceless, unfeeling Stormtrooper, remembers the first time he held out his helmet and begged for scraps. And before he even realizes it, he's stepping into the shower and basking in the shivering cold of the water. Maybe it'll wash away the black marks on his soul he's earned over the years. He can hope, at least.

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Tai feels more levelheaded when he gets out of the shower. He doesn't look at the mirror. He does, however, notice a slip of paper half stuck to the floor with the residual steam and his heart does a weird little flip when he reads it. There is indeed a stack of clothes and a crate for his armor just outside the door. He can tell with just a look that the sweatpants won't fit him, but the shirt, a striped and faded mess of cotton wearing thin at the bottom seam, fits well enough and he makes a point of not noticing how it smells like you.

The sofa is made up like a bed in a palace, or as close as you can manage. The sheets are threadbare but soft, lightly scented with citrus, and he swears there's half a dozen pillows piled up in the corner. You've left out a glass of water and lit a candle, too.

He doesn't let himself cry until he double checks that you are in your room with your door closed. How has he deserved this? He's fallen so far. He was once a proud soldier of the Republic. Now the Republic is dead and so are most of his brothers. He doesn't even know if there are any left. What would they say if they could see him now, living on the streets of an empty, soulless planet, huddled in some civilian's apartment like a rat? It's embarrassing, shameful. Rex would have his head for this, surely- except... Except he knows that's not quite true. He knows that Rex, soldier though he was, would never have judged him. Rex would have tried to help him.

He looks down the hallway where a sliver of light shines out from beneath your door and he almost dares to smile. Rex would have liked you, he thinks.

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One night turns into two. You're not used to having anyone in your space quite like this, certainly not a man, so it's awkward. You keep having to remind yourself not to leave your more feminine products out in the open where it might startle him. And even though you have no reason to believe Tai would ever be in your room, you make sure to hide your personal effects in there too. Just in case. Best not to give him the wrong idea. But it's okay, it works, the two of you.

Two nights turn into a week. Tai's efforts to leave the following morning are growing weaker every day and your requests for him to stay become more and more persuasive. You know it would be best for him to go, more logical, safer even. But you feel safer having him around.

And maybe, just maybe some selfish part of you wishes he would never have to leave. You choose not to delve into the reason why.

A week becomes a month and you come home from work one evening to find Tai passed out on the sofa, snoring away as usual. It sucks that your schedules are so opposite with him heading off to work right after you get home, but sometimes it's not so bad. Sometimes you come home early and you get to see him like this. The stress and age and trauma doesn't weigh so heavily on his face when he sleeps.

You're grabbing a drink when you notice the pile of credits dropped onto the kitchen counter. It's not very much, but it's also not yours. Your eyes flicker in Tai's direction. Is this his monthly pay? Being a janitor in a dankhole like this place ought to pay more. He also needs a better place to put his money than on the counter, he'll end up losing some that way. You briefly wonder if he needs a wallet and if maybe you should get him one before you snap yourself out of it.

He's a grown man, you tell yourself, he can get his own damn wallet. You're not his mother. And if you'd been caught saying that out loud you might have sounded furious, but the only anger you can feel is directed solely at yourself. Because you're letting yourself fall too deep and too fast for a man who is still a stranger in many ways.

You shake your head and take your things with you into your room, careful to close the door as quietly as you can manage. You don't want to wake him, but you also don't want to face him. Not now. Not with the too many thoughts buzzing around in your brain. Not when you're realizing just how much you think you might love him.

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" 's for you, y'know," he gruffs the following afternoon.

You look up from the stove, over your shoulder, and frown. "Huh?"

He nods his head at the pile of credits that still haven't moved. "For rent."

The galaxy spins around you for a moment. He took money out of his probably terribly paying job to help you with rent? Seriously?

You stumble over your own mouth while your brain plays catch up. "Tai... You didn't have to do that."

He shrugs and doesn't look at you. "Figured I used enough hot water to warrant a bill."

His smile is faint, but you can still see the outline of it. You wish he'd smile more. He looks so pretty when he smiles. And then you wonder what he thinks of your smile, if he even thinks of it at all. Does Tai think of you the way you think of him?

"Saw an apartment opening up downtown." His voice slices through your thoughts violently enough to completely shatter them. Your entire body feels like it's been dunked in ice water. "Thought I might have a look."

He wants to leave? Ice cold panic grips you by the base of your spine as you start cataloging through the last few days, trying to find any moment, any second glance that he could have interpreted wrongly. Because why else would he want to leave when you've tried so hard to make your home welcoming to him?

"Don't want to overstay my welcome."

And your anxiety calms a hair. Okay, so maybe you were jumping to conclusions for a second there.

You rest your hip against the cupboard. "You could never. You haven't." You glance back at your food as if it'll protect you from your own heart. "You can... You can stay here as long as you want to, Tai. Or as short as you want. Whatever you want. But you'll never wear out your welcome."

Well, that's about as close to a confession as you can safely get. Not that you were trying to confess anything, not that you have anything to confess. Even though you know that's a kriffing lie.

The kitchen goes stale with your shared silence. The wheels in Tai's head are turning so fiercely that you can hear them working. You're sure he can hear your heartbeat by now. Thank the Maker he can't hear your thoughts. And then-

"There's a bar by the market. I think it's called Spice. Have you ever been?"

You blink through your confusion. "I don't think so."

You blink again and suddenly Tai is standing, coming around to your side of the kitchen until he's all you can see. There's that blaster shot right through your chest again because he's closer now than he's been the past month. He smells faintly like your shampoo and his own natural musk and dank farrik, that's just not fair.

"Come with me tonight? Do you have work?"

"No. Yes. I mean-." You're so breathless, you can't get your words out in the right order. You laugh and have to turn your head to avoid the intensity of his gaze in order to focus. "I mean, no, I don't have work, yes, I'd love to go with you."

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It's strange to be handing over credits in exchange for liquor. The GAR never paid their troopers and neither did the Empire, so the only alcohol he ever got his hands on was the free crap 79's handed out. Not that this place offers anything better, but this time he can actually pay for it with credits he's earned himself. And he can buy some for you, too.

The speakers are playing some upbeat, young person tune he's never heard before and the lights are flashing 50 different shades of neon across your face. It hurts his eyes a little and it's another reminder that he's not the young clone he once was and this isn't 79's. He's not on Coruscant anymore, Fives isn't chatting up some attractive civvy just around the corner, Jesse and Tup aren't hurling their guts out in the bathroom, Rex isn't nursing a drink in a corner booth. It's just him. In a dive bar on Daiyu. He's a janitor. He's homeless. And you're here with him, brightening up the space around you with just a smile and that tipsy twinkle in your eyes. It hurts, but it's manageable. Entirely because of you.

You down your third drink of the night with a giggle and a burp, turning on your bar stool so you're facing him properly with your knees splayed. They frame his legs just right. Tai pretends this one simple movement doesn't light a raging fire in the pit of his stomach. He tells himself it's the alcohol sending heat through his veins. Definitely not because you're fluttering your eyelashes at him. Because he's not the young man he used to be. He's a dirty old man. He's lucky just to be allowed to bask in your presence. He's lucky you haven't figured out he has it bad for you and that you haven't kicked him out as a result. You're just drunk, he tells himself. He's drunk too. That's all it is.

That's all it is until it's suddenly so much more. "Come on!" you exclaim with a smile that could hang the stars in the sky. You're tugging him out onto the dance floor, you're holding his hands, you're kriffing touching him like it's the most normal thing you could be doing. And Maker, he'd go anywhere you asked, do anything you wanted if you looked at him like that. "Dance with me!" you shout over the music, shuffling yourself even closer to make sure he can hear you.

He's shaking his head like an idiot, arms withdrawn and poised mid-air. "No, I can't-"

"Dance with me, Tai." You look up at him through your lashes and smile a smile he doesn't think he's ever seen on you. "I want to dance with you."

He swallows. Hard. "You're drunk."

"So?"

"So." Quick, trooper, think of something! "You wouldn't be asking me if you were sober."

"That's just 'cause I'm shy," you laugh and your hand runs up his arm to his shoulder. A shudder runs through him at your touch. "I wouldn't ask you if I was sober, but I'd still want to. So dance with me."

Your hand presses against his cheek right where his scruff is growing in and his eyes slip shut for the briefest of moments. He's not at 79's, he's not young anymore, but for this one moment he can pretend that doesn't matter. He can pretend that this night is everything he wants it to be. So he takes you in his arms like he's the confident young trooper he was so many years ago and he dances with you to music he's never heard before. And he lets himself love you, even if just for the night.

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

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

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

Bonus: Tech runs and tries shush Wrecker

Echo is concerned about Tech’s marshmallow on fire 😭😭

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The Professor's Gift

I can't keep this Echo story out of my head. Please enjoy this sappy fluff.

Part One Part Two

Cid started skimming only a third of the tips rather than half which, while it didn’t present an opportunity to save, it did allow for a few extra credits to augment the bland dehydrated portions that left an echo of hunger each day. A small container of black hole pepper was the first acquisition and even the lightest sprinkle made the meal feel more civilized. At the sight of it, the Trandoshan clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes, muttering.

One or other of the boys would join in the nightly walk when they were around. However, Echo volunteered more frequently, and you’d meander together, hands brushing but not clasping no matter how badly the wanted to lest someone see— his insistence, not yours. Always taking different routes to that peaceful place lest someone notice a routine and get ideas.

Once sitting on the windowsill, you’d settle between his legs, leaning back into his chest. His arms would hold you close, and he’d occasionally kiss your temple while in deep discussion about one thing or another. Sometimes there was comfortable silence. It always ended with a long, slow kiss.

One night you’d insisted on swapping positions, wanting to treat him with the same gentleness. Initially, Echo had resisted but relented when it became obvious that you weren’t getting up from the sill. Tentatively, he sat and leaned against you, tense and self-conscious. Then you held him close and stroked his cheek and he melted.

“It doesn’t bother you?” he asked, touching the headpiece and gesturing to everything else that been done to him. “This?”

“No. Not at all,” you said softly.

*

Butterflies. A swarm in your stomach. You couldn’t wait for Cid’s annoyed wave that released you from the cantina. Omega and her brothers were around, and Echo had silently signaled that he would be the one joining the nightly walk. He and his siblings had been gone for a few weeks this time.

You’d hidden a little surprise near Echo’s Alcove – that’s what you’d privately named it – and were excited to share it.

Contrary to Cid’s and Echo’s brothers’ belief, you had some survival skills. Not necessarily skills that were helpful on Ord Mantell, but you could survive in a wilderness for a time. The entire reason was stubbornness and rage incited by another professor’s mocking challenge that you could not possibly make it more than a day on a mountain hike before being defeated and retreating to civilization.

The bet? He didn’t even offer terms if he won, confident that you’d fail. You demanded his speeder, then studied, taking notes that you'd brought on the journey. The journey that wound up lasting three weeks.

You got that speeder.

During the solitary walks through Ord Mantell, you’d salvaged this and that bit of detritus. A few credits were saved to purchase another bit of seasoning and a treat that, in another life, had been common but now felt extravagant.

“You seem . . . anxious,” Tech observed just before you and Echo departed the cantina, having noticed an uncharacteristic giddiness.

“Just eager to leave for a bit,” you said, throwing a bag over your shoulder. “Been a long day.”

“Been a slow day,” Cid muttered. That kriffing woman!

“Be careful,” Tech said. “Both of you.”

*

Echo had gotten comfortable enough to allow you to straddle him while he leaned against the window frame, both lost in a kiss that seemed like it could go on until every star in the galaxy burnt out.

“I made something for you. It’s not . . . I just wanted to—” you faltered, suddenly feeling embarrassed and silly.

After accepting that you genuinely weren’t going to recoil, Echo felt a little bolder and cupped your face with both hands, cherishing the smile that emerged when you felt his warm hand and his metal one at your cheeks.  

“What is it?”

You rose and went to the little nearby hideaway you’d found, took out what had been collected, and began assembling it into a makeshift grille while sitting on the floor. From the bag came a fresh nuna leg and the two tiny containers of seasoning.

“I always liked to cook,” you said quietly. “It’s not much, but I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Echo gazed down at you sprinkling the scantest bit of seasoning on the little nuna leg. He understood that you were basically an indentured servant to Cid and that understanding had begun to dig into his chest at the sight of the Trandoshan woman. You had so little, yet you’d spent some of it to cook for him.

You glanced up to see Echo’s eyes glistening and ready to spill over.

“Echo? Are you— I’m sorry,” you wavered, worried that somehow this reminded him of something hurtful. “I didn’t mean to—"

“No! This is—,” he stopped short and moved to sit on the floor next to you, taking your hands in his. “No one has ever . . . –Thank you.”

Echo looked happy and it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen.

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It's not really a hc, but can you do something with a game of truth or dare that turns a little- 👀

Ooooh, what do I see... I see an opportunity to finally try myself at a Bad Batch Poly thing... hehe... oh dear... (shut up inner Echo, I'm gonna do this)

The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (Poly) Smut Short Fic - Truth Or Dare Part 1 Of 3

A simple game takes a spicy turn...

Warning: SMUT 18 + / Nudity/ Dirty Talk /Much Filth /Strongly Suggestive

Part 1

"Take dare!" grumbled Crosshair, who had once again turned the bottle in your direction.

This game was quite funny until now you had not dared to say dare. Because some of the guys, especially Crosshair, asked you only dirty questions and you weren't sure what they would ask of you if you said dare.

You looked around, unsure and met attentive curious glances.

With a sigh, you finally said, "Dare."

Crosshair's grin unsettled you greatly, you instantly regretted saying that word.

"I know the perfect dare we all benefit from," he said confidently.

Echo raised his eyebrows, "You do?"

Crosshair nodded then flashed a predatory smile.

"You'll have to play this game with us naked for the rest of the night and not get dressed again until morning".

Your ears grew hot. Was he serious about this?

Hunter scratched the back of his head with a smile, he obviously liked the idea. Tech and Echo blushed and Wrecker grinned widely.

"Really? You can't think of anything better?" you teased him.

Crosshair laughed softly, "It's more than good enough, believe me, we're all very fond of it here, anyway."

With a sigh, you began to undress. So far your relationship with the guys had been close, you had been seen in your underwear and flirted with all day anyway, but none of them had seen you naked yet.

It was a little uncomfortable for you, so you hurried up and ignored Crosshair's complaint that you should undress more slowly. As you sat down with your legs closed and to the side, your arms across your chest, you said, "That wasn't part of the assignment, you just told me to strip and stay naked until morning."

Crosshair rolled his eyes, but then smiled and rolled the toothpick in his mouth to the other corner of his mouth.

"Okay Kitten, your turn, roll the bottle".

The boys all stared at you of course, Echo and Tech though a little blushing and a little more shy, but they stared just like the rest.

You turned the bottle and tried to cover your breasts as best you could with one arm. The neck of the bottle pointed at Tech as it lay still. Tech's datapad lay beside him, no longer in his hands as before. His face was slightly flushed.

"Truth or dare?" you asked him.

Tech blinked a few times, then finally answered hesitantly, "Truth."

You looked him in the eye and asked, "What exactly are you thinking about right now?"

Tech's cheeks, neck and ears turned red.

"I... well... well... um, I was just thinking about..." he cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing "I was just imagining putting my fingers in your pussy..." another throat clearing, "and other of your orifices."

You felt warmth rising in your cheeks and also between your thighs.

"Oh," you said softly.

The others laughed quietly.

Echo said dryly, "You don't have to laugh like that, you must be thinking similar things."

The boys fell silent and Echo smiled with satisfaction.

Tech took the bottle and spun it hastily to distract himself. The neck pointed at Hunter.

"Truth or dare?"

Hunter licked his lips and said, "Truth."

"Well what were you just thinking about?" asked Tech dryly.

A howl went around the room.

"He's got you now," Wrecker hummed, slapping Hunter on the shoulder playfully.

Hunter smirked, his gray eyes looking at you as he said, "I was thinking about Y/N sitting naked on my lap and warming my cock while I play with her clit."

You couldn't help it, you felt your arousal gathering in your cunt and slowly starting to drip onto the floor below you. You fervently hoped no one would notice, but you knew Hunter would smell it. In fact, he began to smile and said, "Seems like you like the idea."

You looked to the side, ashamed.

Crosshair murmured, "She's aroused?"

Hunter nodded, "Very much so," and turned the bottle.

The bottle neck pointed at you again.

Hunter grinned at you, "Truth or dare?"

Your heart went to your throat as you said, "Dare."

Again Hunter licked his lips and his gray eyes seemed to grow darker.

"I want you to sit down with your legs spread so we can see your little honey pot".

A touch of panic rose in you, but also further arousal, the thought of them wanting to see you like this had its appeal. Slowly you spread your legs, revealing your intimate parts to the guys.

"Damn, I really wanna eat that pussy", Wrecker muttered licking his lips.

"Oh yeah?", Crosshair grumbled "Take a number big guy"

Hunter said with a husky voice, "I think it's safe to say we all would like to have a little taste of her"

An approving nod and murmur went through the round.

Tech pushed up his googles with his index finger and said, "May I suggest we ask her if we can... have a taste?"

The heat inside you was about to reach the boiling point.

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