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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

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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"

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

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Forgiveness

Notes: I reused the same gif as last time, so sue me. I'm kind of vaguely basing his appearance off of Tem's character in Aquaman, kind of not. @moodymisty I have an update for you!

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

Warnings: making out, talk of drunken flirting/innuendo

Everything hurts the moment you open your eyes. The light pouring in from between the blinds is too, too bright, your body is insufferably warm under the covers, and your mouth feels sticky and dry. You can still taste remnants of alcohol on your teeth.

Stars above, the hell did I do last night?

A guttural moan rumbles out of you as you roll onto your side and squint in the general direction of your window. It takes a moment, a long, long moment, but flickers of last night start coming back to you. The bar, your minimum 3 and horrifyingly, very possibly more than 3 shots, the music that screamed so loudly you could feel it inside your skull. Tai.

Electricity screams through every vein and up your spine into your brain where it jolts you upright.

Oh Maker, Tai.

You were so wasted last night that you weren't your usual self. You were unfiltered, raw and wanting. You dragged him out onto that dance floor and-. Your face goes scalding hot with shame. The way you'd danced with him was the exact opposite of everything you'd been trying to be with him; instead of being patient and restrained, you were clingy and flirty. And he'd danced with you.

Suddenly the room is spinning and it's not because of your hangover. He'd danced with you. Sure, he'd been hesitant at first and you certainly couldn't blame him for that, but something had changed when you cupped his face in your hand. He'd moved differently with you, held you closer, tighter. If you weren't still pushing through the mental fog of your final shots, you might have even said it was intimate.

But that dry, sticky feeling in your mouth draws you out of it. Arguably, it draws you into a deeper, darker spiral. Because you can't remember coming home. Or getting into bed. And you're terrified you might have done something that you'll regret.

You're stumbling out of your bed, covers flying through the air and heart in your mouth. You have to be sure. Tai wasn't in bed with you when you woke up, so that's a good start, but you have to be certain. You don't want to ruin whatever it is you've forged with him, you can't ruin it. Or him. You can't lose him and the thought that you might have fucked it all up because you were too intoxicated to hold yourself back is making you feel sick.

No. No, it's not dread that's making you feel sick.

You barely make it to the bathroom before bile hits the back of your throat. Everything that was in your stomach unloads into the bathroom sink, mostly tinted blue from all the spotchka, and fuck, it burns. You turn on the faucet and blink down at the mess you've made.

What the hell are you doing? Going out drinking with a homeless guy? Letting him live in your home? He's a former soldier. He's half a stranger and you're the idiot letting him co-habitate with you. You're the idiot falling in love with him. Why are you falling in love with him?

The person looking back at you in the mirror looks just as perplexed and frustrated as you feel. How long as it been love and you didn't realize it? How long have you been coming home late to see him passed out on your couch and smiled at him with so much fondness that it made your chest ache? How long have you been stealing glances when he isn't looking, watching the way he moves about your space like he belongs in it, watching the muscles in his shoulders grow stronger every day from all the hard labor he's putting himself through? How many nights have you spent lying in bed, tired but unable to sleep, something hungry thrumming beneath your skin while you were too shy to try and soothe that ache with him in the apartment? How many clever smiles of his have you etched into your memory? How many blaster shots to the chest before you admit you're in over your head?

"You alright?"

Tai's voice startles you and you very nearly choke on your own esophagus. You quickly scoop a handful of water into your mouth and gurgle out the remnants of bile before answering.

"Yeah." It comes out as a croak. "Just hungover."

Your chest hurts from the strength of your heart pounding into your ribcage. You swear it's beating out the shape of him into your bones. Best not to dwell on it, on him. You need to clean up. You have a housemate and you need to be presentable. A shower would feel good. And you ought to brush your teeth. You should probably try the toilet while you're in here, too. So you let yourself fall into the mindless routine of it, stripping down and standing under the water, scrubbing yourself until it hurts to wash the embarrassment out of your skin, toweling yourself off, brushing your teeth, rubbing yourself down with lotion. It's better than stopping to think about what you've done, easier.

Until you realize you have no change of clothes. And for all you know, Tai's still standing outside your door. It's unlikely, but it's not impossible. Like him. The impossible man you've fallen impossibly far for. Dank farrik.

It takes all your bravery to press your temple to the door and whisper a hesitant, "Tai?" through the crack. "You there?"

Silence. Your heartbeat is going wild still. But there's no answer. Which means he's probably in by the sofa. If he's turned toward the hallway even slightly, he'll catch a glimpse of you as you leave. It's not an appealing thought coming on the tail end of last night's fiasco, but it's not the end of the galaxy either. You just need to dart into your room for some fresh clothes. It'll be fine.

He's not visible when you crack the door open, so you open it a little further and poke your head out. You catch the back of his head just above the sofa where you guessed he'd be. He's not looking. Run for it!

It's all a rush. You can feel water trickling down your legs, slowly dripping down the nape of your neck and over your temples. You're paranoid the towel's going to slip at exactly the wrong moment, that he'll turn and see you just as it falls and he'll get a full view of your rear, and you know that if that happens, you'd honestly rather just be eaten alive by a rancor. It would be more merciful that way.

None of that happens, though.

You stumble into your bedroom door and stub your toe, which kicks the door open. You know even before you turn to look that he's seen you. Damp. Mostly naked. Running face first into your own door like some idiot who's never walked before. And your fears are confirmed when you spin around to slam the door shut and catch his wide-eyed gaze. His skin is dark enough that you can't tell if he's blushing or not, but something tells you he probably is.

You're no better than an injured wild animal at this point. Someone should just put you out of your misery. You already accosted him in the bar last night, you wouldn't be surprised in the least if you were told you'd tried to kiss him, and now you're running around in the nude with nothing but a towel for privacy? What in the entire fuck is wrong with you? You'll be lucky if he stays another day, let alone another night.

Get dressed, you tell yourself. Pull yourself together. You need to apologize.

That becomes your mantra for the next few minutes. You pull on some undergarments, a roomy sleep shirt, some comfortable bottoms, and then you stop and look at yourself in the mirror on the back of your door. You take in your panic-stricken expression, your wide eyes and the pulse jumping out of your throat, and you sigh. This is as good as it's going to get. And you can't reasonably hide yourself away in here any longer. Sooner or later, you'll have to face him and you'll have to scoop up what remains of your companionship as best you can.

He's there when you swing your door open. He's a singular stride away, one arm already raised as if to knock.

"Tai." His name stumbles out of you in a shocked sort of whisper.

His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. You look up at him for a moment and he looks down at you, your mouth goes dry and your chest starts to tighten, and even though you're entirely sober, some stupid, feral, idiotic corner of your brain is dying to pull him down to you and kiss him. You think you want to throw up again.

"I'm sorry." He says it almost exactly the same time that you do.

"Why are you sorry?" you ask. "I should be the one apologizing to you."

He frowns. "You have nothing to apologize for. I-..." His head ducks and turns away from you as his frown starts to spread to the rest of his face. "I encouraged you last night. I shouldn't have."

Encouraged you? Does he mean the drinking? Something in your heart hurts. Or does he mean the flirting?

"No, Tai, you're fine. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who got wasted and-." Maker, you don't want to say it but you know you have to. "I know I flirted with you. A lot." You wish a black hole would open under your feet and swallow you. "I'm so sorry. I know we're just friends and I'm so glad we're friends, really. You're amazing. I love having you here."

Shut up. For the sake of your own sanity, shut up! But you can't stop talking. It's like the first night you spoke to him all over again. You're telling him he needs soap all over again. You're trying your best to do a good thing and all you're doing is making it worse. As usual.

"And I-I know that you don't have to stay here and after last night, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave. I can't imagine how uncomfortable you have to be right now, especially after you saw me leaving the shower, and fuck, I'm sorry, Tai. I didn't mean to do that. I just, I wanted to let loose and have fun and then I got drunk and I couldn't control myself properly with all that spotchka in me. Not that that makes what I did okay because it's not, but-."

"I don't want to leave," he rumbles and suddenly the world snaps back into focus. He's shuffled closer to you, not as close as you were at the bar when you danced, when he had his palms in the curve of your waist and you had your hand at the back of his neck, but it's still. Close. "Thought I was the one overstaying my welcome."

You're breathless when you shake your head. "No."

Relentless heat flushes from your face all the way down your body as more memories of your dancing flood your senses. You can still remember his scent, you can almost smell it now with how close he is. You chance a glance up at his eyes and it almost sends a shudder down your spine when you realize it's just like how he looked at you last night. Like he'll die if he's not touching you.

You swallow. "Tai-."

"Felt like a dirty old man dancing with you." His voice is wrecked.

You shake your head. "You're not. You're not, I wanted you to."

"Why?"

You want to grab him by the shoulders and scream it at him. You want to turn and run. You want to ball your hands into fists and cry and rage and pout because after the way you touched him last night, after you traced the shape of his face, after you looked up at him with your drunken 'fuck me' eyes, how could he not know?

Don't make me say it. Don't make me say it just to turn me down, please.

"How did I get home?"

That impossible expression of his shifts into something more down to earth. "I called us a taxi when you couldn't walk on your own. Tried to get you to eat something, but you were... more stubborn than I'd anticipated."

Yeah, that sounded about right. But the question you've been steadily crumbling under the weight of since you woke up still worms its way out of you. Finally.

"Did anything happen?"

Something flickers deep in Tai's eyes and he quickly looks away again. "No," he says with all the authority of the soldier you know he once was. "I would never-."

"I know you wouldn't. I wasn't worried about you."

Your name is pleasant on his tongue, warm and right, and you like how he makes it sound. You like the look he's giving you right now even more. You wonder if that's how you've been looking at him.

He hesitates for a moment and you can see him carefully mulling over his next words. You almost want to hope he's going to ask you, tell you what he wants, how it's exactly what you've been wanting. You almost want him to just take you in his arms and kiss you. His hand is shaking when he moves it, light as a feather, to the curve of your jawbone.

"I don't deserve you."

And everything inside you melts. Because doesn't he see? "I'm not that special," you say.

His eyes drop down below your nose. His thumb shifts ever so slightly to rub into your skin. "You are to me."

You stretch up on your toes and press your mouth into his with all the urgency and gentle longing you've been fighting for Maker knows how long. He starts at first, frozen against you and you worry that maybe you made a mistake, maybe this was one step further than he was willing to go and dammit, why the kriffing fuck did you think this was okay-? And then his mouth opens to yours. The warmth of his breath falls onto your tongue for the briefest of seconds before he's suddenly all you can feel. His tongue on yours, his nose pressing into your cheek, the scratch of his scruff on your chin, his hand cupping the back of your neck so gently, so firmly that you couldn't move even if you wanted to.

Something akin to a whimper slips out of you when his other hand grips at the meat of your waist to pull you into him and it seems to spur him on. He tilts your head back a bit and surges into you, tongue seeking out the roof of your mouth, guiding you into his mouth so he can suck at you, and it only makes you more vocal. Your hands are at his chest, gripping, shaking, pulling, begging for more.

And then, suddenly, you're stumbling backwards. You pull away to try and catch your balance as the world starts to spin, only to realize that it's Tai. Your shoulders hit the wall and arousal drops heavy in the pit of your stomach. Oh.

You don't realize at first that the breathy little sighs and mewls are coming from you. Not until they cut off when he kisses you again. And all that raw, frantic want from last night is bubbling up inside you all over again. You reach for his neck and stretch up into him again. And while you love the look he's gone for with his buzzed hair, you can't help wishing it was just a little longer so you could get a grip on it. You're sure he would make the prettiest sounds if you tugged hard enough.

He pulls away an eternity later and while you lament his absence, you're grateful for the opportunity to properly breathe again. His face hovers over yours, eyes hooded, while his breath warms your chin. And then he smiles.

"What?" you huff, although you're smiling now too.

He ghosts a hand over your hair, down your neck to your shoulder. "I never thought..."

"You're handsome, Tai. Like, really handsome. And you smell good. Not sure why you're surprised."

His laugh warms you down to your toes. "Is that all?"

You tilt your chin up to better see him and you can feel something swelling in your chest. "No," you answer with a shake of your head. "I like you." But that's not what you mean.

He rumbles low in his chest like a purring lothcat and leans down to press his forehead against yours. His gentle exhalation stirs in your lungs. It feels like a kiss. "I like you." You don't think that's what he means either.

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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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Just Ask

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 6,579

Summary: The Batch learns that Echo responds a lot better to touch if he is asked first.

Sweetness, fun, and shenanigans follow.

I posted this idea a little while ago and it completely inspired this whole fic 🧡

This is a tickle fic

It had all started a few days into being with the batch. Echo had his back turned to the wider ship, his headpiece sat on one of the bunks while he methodically cleaned his weapon so he could vaguely Wrecker milling around behind him. Sometimes all of the noise was too much. It made his head hurt and it was more comforting to be alone in the nearly soundless space between his ears as he tried to center himself. It was just him and Wrecker on the ship and the big guy was minding his own as well. That is until he felt two arms wrap around him and lift him off the ground. It happened so fast he didn’t have time to let his mind catch up. He saw red and he flailed, dropping his blaster in the process, and those two arms retreated as quickly as they first arrived. Once on the ground he put a hand to his chest, trying to suck in air and get his lungs to stop screaming at him. His head spun for a moment, his skin feeling like fire as he tried to wrap his head around the sudden change in contact. Slowly, as Echo regained his regular heart rate, he picked up the headpiece and put it back on - tuning in to the world around him again. Wrecker was standing a few feet away now, watching with a spooked look on his face. The big guy must’ve been talking to him and he hadn’t heard him properly.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize…” Wrecker trailed off, head ducked and hand rubbing self consciously at the back of his neck. It was so disheartening, even as he was trying to calm his rapid breathing. “I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” Wrecker turned to move away from him, retreating back to the cockpit, but Echo couldn’t stand to watch him go.

“Wait!” He reached a hand out but didn’t quite reach the big guy who was now looking at him expectedly. Echo sighed. His heart was still beating a little quick but he tried to push that away to be able to calm the no doubt racing thoughts in Wrecker’s mind. “I don’t… It's fine.”

Wrecker waited but when Echo said nothing he put on a smile. “If you don’t like hugs that’s okay. I won’t do it anymore.” Ugh. He didn’t want the big guy to be weird around him now. He was embarrassed for reacting the way he did, even if it was just because it had surprised him.

“No that’s not…” This sucked . “I don’t dislike hugs. I just…” He didn’t know how to phrase it. He didn’t want his new squad to avoid touching him. His old squads were always so tactile and this one was no different. It would be so isolating to not be included in that type of dynamic - to be the odd one out. “You can hug me. I just need you to ask first. It took me by surprise. I… I don’t really like being surprised right now.” His stomach felt sick, an odd lump forming in his throat. Admitting that this was something he was struggling with was hard.

But, of course, Wrecker paid it no mind.His face immediately brightened, all the awkwardness slinking away. “Oh! Okay! I can do that. No problem, Echo.”

And it was that easy. Wrecker went on with his day and the next time he felt like pulling Echo into a hug he asked . He didn’t expect it to be such an easy thing for Wrecker to remember so if he looked a little shocked the first time Wrecker asked who could blame him? They were all sitting in the ship, drinks in hand and snacks spread between them. And Wrecker looked at him with such a hopeful expression and asked, very simply. “Can I hug you?”

Echo just stared back at him for a moment but once he recovered he was able to mutter the quietest of ‘ yes ’s. Wrecker wrapped him up in a hug so fast, body warm and solid and comforting. By the time they let go he knew he was beaming up at the big guy with so much appreciation and happiness that it must’ve been all too obvious to the rest of the squad that he was really thankful for the ask. He barely caught the other three sharing a knowing glance with each other. It was a little embarrassing to have such a reaction to such a simple thing but he couldn’t care too much when all he could feel was warmth.

From then on he noticed the rest of them doing it. He hadn’t even mentioned it to them and yet they were all asking to touch him. He noticed it first with Tech who always worked on his cybernetics and made sure he conducted all of his physicals. It was always easiest to be touched by Tech who didn’t do things out of the blue and didn’t surprise Echo with random contact. He was sitting on the makeshift medical table they could tuck away when they needed to and Tech was getting supplies ready. The man looked over to Echo as he got the last of his supplies and held out his hand. “May I look at your scomp?” Echo furrowed his eyebrows but held out the arm, letting Tech take it and start fiddling with it. Slowly he made his way upwards, pausing right where skin would meet metal. “I will have to roll up your sleeve to check where it connects. Is this alright?”

Ah . He understood now. Echo let himself give Tech a small smile. “It’s alright. You can do what you need to do.” Tech let one corner of his lips raise in a small half smile then rolled Echo’s sleeve up to start probing at the skin under the fabric. Each time Tech moved to a new place he announced what he was doing then very carefully asked if what he was doing was alright - if he was permitted to touch the metal and the skin around it. It was the most taken care of and respected Echo had felt since his rescue and that was enough to make emotion well behind his eyes. It was also - coincidentally- the first time his hands didn’t shake during a physical.

Hunter was, surprisingly, very physical just in smaller ways. It was rare that a conversation with Hunter didn’t begin or end with his hand on your arm or shoulder. He often urged squad members forward with a hand on their backs or a nudge to the shoulder. Hunter had been avoiding doing this to Echo anyway, feeling him out for boundaries and not wanting to move too fast, but it wasn’t until one night about two weeks in that Hunter started doing it.

Echo was standing with their group, nervously trying to avoid staring eyes and attention from onlookers while they waited to get into a small bar on the planet they’d just got done completing a mission on. They were there to celebrate a job well done on their first mission together as a squad but all Echo could feel was dread.

“It’ll be fine.” Hunter had leaned a little bit into his space, still leaving a few inches between them, but had his face forward like he wasn’t talking to Echo at all. The man could sense his apprehension.

Echo looked between Hunter and the entrance to the bar. “ I know. ” It was hard to keep the irritation out of his tone but the attitude only made the corners of Hunter’s lips twitch upwards.

“We’re all right here. No one will say anything fucked up with the big guy around. They’re all too intimidated by his size to be assholes.” He was so at ease with the crowd with the whole group around. Echo expected more displeasure from Hunter, especially with the noise, but it seemed that he was fine as long as the rest of the squad was around - and if they didn’t stay too long.

“Oh, so the face tat doesn’t do enough to frighten away onlookers?” Echo smirked. He was happy to be able to make fun of his sergeant - it got the pressure off of him for a moment.

Luckily for him Hunter rolled his eyes but the amusement was there - clear as day. “Don’t be smart with me.” They stood in silence for a moment, unease creeping into the edges of their conversation the longer they were quiet. Eventually Hunter cleared his throat, arms folding over his chest as he regarded Echo. “I could keep a hand on your arm, or your shoulder, when you’re getting overwhelmed. Only if you’re alright with that.” By now Echo was used to them asking - they’d been doing it enough - but it still made him bristle a bit with embarrassment. He appreciated it at his core but there was still a little bit to get used to. It made him feel so seen - in a way he wasn’t exactly used to yet.

“How will you know that I’m overwhelmed?” Echo asked quietly.

Hunter thought for a moment then smiled. “You can just tap three times on the table. I’ll know.” Tapping three times. That could work. It was quiet and subtle enough that no one else would know if he didn’t want them to. Crowded spaces, unfamiliar places, they still made him pause.

“Maybe… maybe we could try that.” He said as they piled into the noisy bar and found a table. Hunter held true to what he said, watching and listening for when Echo was overwhelmed by their surroundings. It was surprisingly easy to tap the table and admit to needing support. Every time the air felt too tight around his throat, or the lights were too blinding, the noise too much, he’d tap the table and a hand would find its way to his back or his shoulder. The grounding touch was certainly welcome and it helped pull the nerves out of him and bring his breathing down to a level he’d consider normal. After his heart rate calmed Hunter’s hand would disappear until the next time he needed it.

Crosshair was the last one to ask to touch him and it had taken Echo by surprise when it happened. He was just as tactile as the rest of them but had been holding Echo at arms length - literally . They could, however, sit in silence with each other, a good foot of space between them, and feel completely comfortable. It was nice having someone who was happy with silence. When they eventually did cross the boundary it had been one of those days when they were getting under each other's skin for fun. Every time Echo would get engrossed in a task Crosshair would find some way to pull him out of it and it was really starting to irritate him.

“Crosshair I swear to the Maker.” Echo complained as Crosshair tossed another article of clothing at his face. If Crosshair wasn’t so intent on irritating him that day maybe he could actually get something done for once. This had been going on for the past twenty minutes - ever since the rest of the batch left on a supply run - and it was really starting to grate on his nerves.

“You’re so dramatic.” Crosshair tsked as he reached out - looking like he was either going to grab Echo’s shoulder or push him - then he paused uncomfortably. He pulled his hand back, looking between Echo and the ground before turning around and rifling through his bag. It made Echo’s eyebrows furrow.

“What?” He asked irritably.

“Nothing.” Crosshair shot back without turning around. It made the irritation in his blood boil.

“ Dammit Crosshair. What?!” If he had a problem he should just say it already.

Crosshair let out a sigh, putting down his bag and turning to face Echo. He folded his arms over his chest and studied Echo’s face for a moment - something he knew was a thing Crosshair did when he was considering his words more than usual. “Permission to push you around?” Echo tipped his head to the side in confusion, still not really getting what Crosshair was aiming for. Crosshair rolled his eyes. “You’re being annoying. I want to shove you. But only if that’s fine.”

Ah. Right. Echo let his face soften, shaking his head at the sniper. “You’re so weird.” It made Crosshair bristle - something that made the edges of Echo’s mouth tick upward. Getting to get under Crosshair’s skin was always a fun pastime - even if it sometimes ended in a few hurt feelings. They tended to get over it quickly anyway. “Fine.” There was a quick moment of surprise that flashed across the sniper’s face but after that he was firmly shoved at the shoulder, tipping backwards slightly at the surprise of it. Bickering with Crosshair became a lot more fun after that.

From then on Crosshair would plop down next to him and grin, hand held in his chin and ask with all the snark and sass he could muster “Mind being my footrest?” Echo always rolled his eyes but straightened out his legs to give a flatter place for Crosshair to rest his feet.

“Just don’t dig your bony heels into me and you can leave them there as long as you like.” Crosshair usually tsked and muttered under his breath about how Echo was one to talk but he did prop his feet up in Echo’s lap and lean back to doze. It was part of Crosshair’s show of trust - Echo noticed - and he only ever did it when he was really relaxed. Echo was glad for the company and usually rested his datapad on top of Crosshair’s shins, sometimes rubbing gently at them to rouse him if he needed the sniper’s attention for something. There was something nice about it, the weight of Crosshair’s feet on his lap and the pleasant sound of someone snoring nearby. There were plenty of times that the warmth and company lulled Echo to sleep too. The rest was worth all the holos Tech would take of them.

It wasn’t until one day about a week later that Echo learned just how much they were willing to accommodate him. They were all mucking around in the ship. They had a few days off and the squad was bored so it was smackdown time on the Marauder. Well… as much of a smack down as play fighting and wrestling could be. Wrecker kept pulling them into unfair wrestling matches and he even let them win a few times just to keep their spirits high enough to keep the game going. Echo sat on one of the bunks, calmly reading while the other four men were basically playing not too far away. Their loud bickering and laughing kept him amused while he read.

“Hey, Echo!” Hunter called after some time, pulling him away from his book. “Any chance you want to spar?” He had such a hopeful look on his face. It was rare that Echo would join in when they got like this - all of that contact was still too much for him to handle - but he couldn’t say he wasn’t interested in trying.

Echo quirked an eyebrow up at him, giving into the playful energy that had built up in the ship. “You really think you can beat me? I was an ARC trooper.”

Hunter sat back on his heels, a challenge flashing behind his eyes. “I don’t doubt your skills but I have yet to see them in action against me. My hand to hand is unmatched.”

Echo sat his book down then rolled his head from side to side to stretch the muscles in his neck and shoulders. He leaned forward, grinning. It was about time he gave this a good try. “You’re on.”

It didn’t take very long to get Hunter pinned. His new sergeant was incredibly skilled but he definitely underestimated Echo’s ability to measure up. Plus, Echo had spent a lot of time watching Hunter take down the other batchers and knew all of Hunter’s blind spots and weak points. He may not be back up to his previous weight but he was still a skilled strategist. Echo had Hunter on his back in less than four minutes, pinning him to the ground with his knee and one hand pressed against Hunter’s wrists.

Hunter huffed up at him. A surprised look dawned on his face at being flat on his back but he did look impressed. “ Damn . Remind me to never piss you off.”

“Hunter let you win. For sure.” Crosshair piped up, smirking from his vantage point on the bottom bunk.

Echo shot him an insulted look, leaning back so he could give Crosshair the full extent of it. “That’s not true!”

Mischief flitted behind Crosshair’s expression, something he didn’t miss but probably should’ve paid attention to. “You’re the newbie, you're getting his slack.”

Echo pointed his scomp at the sniper, not completely paying attention to his surroundings - which was probably his goal. “I’m not oof -“ Suddenly there were arms around his waist, a shoulder pressing into his chest and toppling him over onto the ground. There was a moment of grappling where Echo tried to get out from under Hunter, although it didn't work out well. He did eventually have to concede and let Hunter pin his wrist and scomp down to the ground - smirking down at him. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Technically,” Tech piped up, his chin resting in his palm while he watched them. “He did follow all of our rules. You simply were not… aware of your surroundings.” Tech smirked when Echo rolled his eyes.

“I told you. My hand to hand is unmatched.” Hunter’s smug smile matched Crosshair’s - this was totally their plan all along. He should’ve known.

Echo let his head fall back against the floor with a huff. “Maybe if you’re facing off against Cross, but if you didn’t cheat I’d still be on top.” Crosshair threw some expletives his way in retaliation for that comment.

An expression that was half amused and half insulted played across Hunter’s features. “You’re talking really big for someone on their back.”

Echo let a wicked grin spread across his face. “And you’re talking big for someone with a face tat. I know you got that thing to look intimidating but I see through it.”

Hunter’s jaw dropped, but Echo could sense that there wasn’t any real shock behind it. “How dare you talk about my face tat like that.” Echo couldn’t help but laugh at the indignance on his sergeant’s face. Hunter sat back on his heels, arms folded over his chest, and pointed threateningly at Echo. “You better watch it.”

“Oh I’m so scared .” Echo put a hand to his chest, grinning wider when Hunter rolled his eyes. It really had been too long into them knowing each other before Echo let this side of him out. “No. Really. Terrified.” He laughed again when Hunter huffed, clearly more entertained than annoyed but still putting up the front. It was the same game they’d all been playing with each other all day. One of them would get indignant and the other would poke fun at them - a simple but effective way to pass the time.

“Echo?” Hunter seemed apprehensive for a moment, almost nervous. Echo wanted to combat this so he leaned up on his elbow and smiled so maybe Hunter wouldn’t hold back with whatever he wanted to ask. Hunter made a strangled noise but sighed in resolution. “Can I tickle you?”

“What?!” Echo’s eyes immediately widened, flopping back onto the floor of the ship and wrapping his arms around himself to prepare for the oncoming attack. He’d been on both sides of this plenty of times before. He knew exactly how it went.

“Can I tickle you?” Hunter asked again. It was then that Echo realized that Hunter’s hands were still firmly away from his body and he was waiting with an expectant raise of his eyebrow. Hunter wasn’t aiming to grab him before he was ready. He wasn’t going to reach out and tickle him without permission.

“W-why?” Echo stuttered out. He let his arms upcurl from around himself, now confident that he wasn’t going to have to fend off a sneak attack any time soon. He was sure one day those things would happen - after he was comfortable and used to new and surprising touches - but for now he knew nothing would happen unless he allowed it.

Hunter shrugged, the corner of his lip turning up. “Because you’re being a shit. And usually being a little shit on this ship earns you at least a few pokes.” Made sense. This squad was just as tactile as all of Echo’s previous ones had been and tickling was bound to come with the territory. “But you get to choose what happens to your body so I won’t if you aren’t comfortable.”

Was he comfortable? It had been a long time since he’d been tickled and he’d never just allowed someone to do it. Usually he was rolling around on the ground trying to get the upper hand so he could pay back his brothers in full but this was different. This was Hunter asking explicit permission to be allowed to do it and Echo wasn’t entirely sure how he’d react to it. Would it be too much? Would it not feel the same way it did before? There were a lot of questions he didn’t have the answers to, a lot of gray areas. He had no doubt that Hunter would stop if he needed to, if he couldn’t handle the sensation and needed it to end. It had never been entirely unpleasant to mess around with his brothers like that. There was always something fun to it that made the anxiety and nerves roll off of him. He’d never know what had changed if he didn’t try and this was probably the safest way he could find out - with people who would never push past a boundary he wasn’t comfortable with. “You…” Echo huffed - a little bit awkwardly - but he did move his arms out of the way a bit in a show of trust. “You can.”

Hunter looked a little shocked but he did start to smile a bit more at the possibility of being allowed to. “Really?” Hunter asked, again . All of this asking was making the heat in Echo’s face even worse. Echo tried not to outwardly groan as he nodded his acceptance. A grin spread across Hunter’s face that made Echo want to curl up. “Tell me when to stop.” Hunter’s hands moved slowly, always in Echo’s line of sight, as he experimentally poked a few times at Echo’s side. It wasn’t too bad but the unfamiliar sensation did make him bend away, hands following him and moving to scratch over the thin material of his shirt, the beginnings of soft laughter starting to pour out of his mouth from the sheer giddiness of it all. Echo clamped his hand over his mouth to try and muffle it as much as he could. He hadn’t been tickled since… before the citadel but he did remember that trying to hold back your reactions made whoever was tickling you simply try harder. Hunter did pause and scan his eyes over Echo’s face to check in on him. He was hoping Hunter would move on but he just sat there, watching and waiting for permission from Echo.

He swallowed the laughter that had been ready to come out and removed his hand from his mouth. “It’s okay. I’m fine. It just…” Echo rolled his eyes. “It just tickles. I’ll tell you when to stop.” The concern slipped off of Hunter’s face, getting replaced with a small smile as he got back to scratching his fingers over Echo’s side. Echo couldn’t help but remember Fives holding him down and tickling the shit out of him right before they left for a mission - something about how he was being sour and needed to smile and Echo had fought so hard to keep himself from outright giggling while his brother poked and prodded at every tried and true weak spot. Echo didn’t last long. That was nothing like this . The touch was so gentle it was a little maddening, but certainly not wholly unpleasant. It wasn’t a bad feeling, certainly not unbearable with how softly he was being touched. It wasn’t until Hunter used both hands to squeeze his lower ribs that he finally let go of holding back his reactions and bucked involuntarily - barking a surprised laugh before he could stop it.

“ Oh shit!” He hissed at the feeling - fluttery and insistent - and that made Hunter let out an amused hum. The gentle squeezing didn’t stop, not even when he tried to turn onto his side to put some distance between him and Hunter’s hands. The tactic of squeezing - now proving effective - was now being used to travel up and down his sides, stopping when Echo’s laugh kicked up a notch so that Hunter could fucking scribble his fingertips over the spot. It was weird to let someone tickle him but the gentleness associated with it was making it easier to keep himself from blocking any potential spots Hunter might want to try. He was used to protecting those spots with every ounce of energy he had but now he was leaving them out in the open and resolving himself to cover his face and squirm on his spot on the ground. A particularly sensitive spot right at the soft part of his side was traced then, causing a snort to leave him before he turned onto his side to press his face into the ground so his back was to Hunter now - unfortunately facing the rest of the group who was watching with amusement. It was a little embarrassing to be Maker damned giggling into the floor but he couldn’t be bothered too much over it.

“A little ticklish there, huh?” Don’t tease that’s so unfair. The playfulness in the question meant Echo didn’t have to answer it but his laugh did get a little louder then, something Hunter must’ve taken note of because he slowed down a bit. “Too much?” Hunter asked, fingers still gently tracing over the dip in his side and making that fluttery feeling even worse.

Echo couldn’t bring himself to look over but he did shake his head. “ Nohohoho . You can kehehehep goihihing!” He knew there were eyes on him, each of them most likely absolutely glinting with mischievousness or fondness but he wasn’t going to worry about that until he absolutely needed to. Preferably after Hunter was done testing out every patch of skin available to him.

He heard Hunter chuckle at him, his fingers pausing to rub comfortingly at the spot he was just teasing before starting their path again, this time beginning from his hip and climbing upwards in a light, swirling path that was absolutely impossible to ignore. “You tell me if you’re done. I mean it.” His tone was stern but it was so clear that he was smiling too wide to pour any true command into it. The reminder that this was up to Echo made his face burn again but he simply pushed his face further into his arm and tried to make his laugh sound as dignified as possible. His squirming increased as fingers climbed, giggles pouring out with more urgency as the path swirled upwards. It wasn’t until Hunter wiggled his fingers under his arm that he finally turned onto his back again, dislodging Hunter’s hand for a moment. The sergeant sat back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs so they were completely in view.

He let Echo breathe for a second and he took full advantage of that opportunity. Unfortunately it didn’t take long for one of their other brothers to grow impatient. “Hey.” Crosshair got their attention then nodded towards Echo. “He protects his stomach with his scomp when he doesn’t know what to do with it. You should try there.”

Echo flung a glare at the man, who had the gall to look smug. “ Dammit, Cross! ” Screw that enhanced eyesight and stupid observational skills. Even though he wasn’t being touched yet he did subconsciously do exactly what Crosshair had ratted him out for. His hand moved to cover his face but his other arm remained folded over his midsection. Hunter looked over Echo’s face and tipped his head, raising his hand to see if Echo would stop him. He squirmed in place but didn’t say anything and it made a happy grin spread across his brother’s face. Hunter gripped the scomp and slowly lifted it away, nervous laughter already falling out of Echo’s mouth. Hunter moved until he could rest Echo’s arm on the floor then pointed at him.

“Keep it out of the way. Alright?” All he could do was nod in agreement and hope that it wasn’t nearly as sensitive as he remembered it being, especially being so exposed. Hunter’s fingers collided with his side again - the same damn spot that got him to laugh in the first place - and the bastard walked them up his side and onto the outer edge of his stomach. He couldn’t help scrunching his nose when the tracing started again, this time zeroing in on his abdomen and skirting along in a way that made his muscles jump. He was already laughing again, the giddy feeling returning and making it bubble up in his chest. It was just as bad as before and - for some reason - it was more difficult to keep his hands out of the way. Maybe it was that he was so exposed, or the impulse to curl up that he had to avoid now. Either way he could feel that crawling, tingling, ticklish sensation make him want to wiggle away.

Hunter hummed again then skated his fingers along Echo’s lower stomach and chuckled when his bright laughter jumped up and turned a bit more frantic. “What about here?” Hunter asked, forming a claw and vibrating his hand. It was such a childish move but one that was extremely effective, Echo throwing his head back to laugh freely at the ceiling. “Hmm. Pretty good spot, huh?” The damn teasing again. Hunter didn’t keep that up for long, otherwise Echo was sure he’d have to stop then and there. Instead he went back to the method he’d tried earlier - poking his stomach and stopping to scratch at any spot that made Echo laugh harder than usual. It was an unfamiliar buzzing on his skin now but it was something he was well accustomed to before. He could barely get through a day without one of his brothers poking him just to see him squirm. Hell, even Rex and Cody would gang up on him from time to time, usually throwing him over one of their shoulders and squeezing his sides until he could do nothing but bury his face in their back and laugh. He never expected to miss those times - that they would be gone before he knew to appreciate them for what they were. He was reaching his limit, his body starting to get over sensitive to the touch and almost verging into too much. It wasn’t until Hunter used both sets of fingers to scribble into the flat expanse of his abdomen that he yielded, a jolt of electric tingles finally making him bring his arms down to block the area from further prodding.

“ Okay! Stohohop, I’m done!” He hadn’t even gotten all the words out before Hunter was backing off, keeping his hands in his lap where Echo could see them again. Echo rubbed his hand over the ghost of fluttering on his stomach, slowly letting the feeling ebb away and his giggles tapper off the longer he was left without the touch. Hunter carefully placed a hand on his arm and rubbed gently, careful to be firm enough not to tickle. It was a nice gesture as he regained his breath and got the energy to sit up. The hand on his arm migrated to his back - only to let Echo remember that Hunter was still there and was trying to support him.

There was a split second between Echo sitting up and tucking himself into Hunter’s chest, wrapping his arms around his brother to hug him. Hunter only hesitated for a second before curling his arms around Echo in return. Echo wasn’t sure why he couldn’t fight the urge to hug his brother. He didn’t quite know how to express his thanks, how to let Hunter know how much this had meant to him - how much they all meant to him. He was starting to get overwhelmed with a prickling of emotion in his chest. They’d tried so hard for him. They’d tried to make him comfortable and feel accepted and a part of not just their team but also their family. There wasn’t much he could say to thank them for that. He just hoped that he could give them the same things they’d given him. Hunter leaned his head on top of Echo’s as his hands rubbed up and down his back - carefully skating over the cybernetics embedded into his skin. The extra attention to not avoid the cybernetic parts of him made that swell pull at his chest again. He did pull away after a moment and Hunter let him go, eyes still checking him over to make sure he wasn’t too overwhelmed.

Despite how borderline embarrassed he felt he did find the courage to look at the rest of the batch. What he found was all of them watching him with exactly what he expected - a mix of mischievousness and fondness. It made him want to squirm again but he settled for wrapping his arms around his middle and hugging himself tight. “What?”

Wrecker was the only one who looked even remotely apologetic for staring, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “We just…” He shrugged and sent Echo a smile. “We hadn’t really heard you laugh yet.” Maker. Echo knew his face was red. It was a lot of attention that he wasn’t used to and he couldn’t help but feel a bit too seen under all of it. By some miracle he was saved - by Crosshair no less.

The sniper stood from his spot and shot him a grin. “Want to take me on next? Best two out of three?” Echo couldn’t help but smile back at him at the offer of a challenge, a distraction.

“I don’t know, are you going to cheat?” Echo asked but he was already pulling himself up off of the floor and getting into a starting stance. Crosshair didn’t answer, only mimicked Echo’s stance and raised his eyebrow. Waiting for Echo to make the first move. He sighed and shook his head. The risk of dirty, underhanded cheating was high but the reward of beating him would be sweeter .

~~

The following weeks were filled with the same amount of check ins and questions that they’d given him before just with a new activity thrown in. Everytime it happened Echo got more used to it - the question and the feeling. Soon he started to feel the normalcy of it sink in and he began to anticipate when they’d ask, how they’d do it, and how long he could handle it before calling a truce. Wrecker was about as playful as Echo expected, sometimes punctuating his frequent request for hugs with an ask to make Echo laugh. He’d been picked up off of the ground more times than he could count, fingers digging into his sides while he dangled in the air and laughed. Tech had started asking when they were quietly counting down the hours in the cockpit together on watch. They’d try to keep it as quiet as possible so no one else got woken up but they’d get caught anyway, half fallen out of their chairs into a pile on the floor. He started to expect Crosshair to ask whenever they were bickering back and forth over something inconsequential. The best time was when they were both huddled in one of the lower bunks together, debating whether or not Crosshair could hit a specific target from a moving ship while hanging upside down. Echo was firmly in the boat that there was no way in hell he could and he’d believe it when he saw it. Was he exaggerating to get under the sniper’s skin? Yes. It was too easy. Crosshair huffed, narrowing his eyes at him before letting amusement play across his face.

“Any chance you’re up for me pestering you until you take that back?” Echo rolled his eyes but let out a nervous laugh already.

“Only if I can do it back.” Echo threw back at him.

“ Deal. ” Crosshair didn’t hesitate to grab his ankle and yank Echo onto his back. They nearly toppled off of the bunk a few times but eventually Echo did have to admit to being a little shit on purpose. Crosshair would’ve stopped had he just asked but putting up the front was part of the game and Echo didn’t want it to end.

Hunter usually was the kindest when he asked. At first he only did it when they were sitting quietly next to each other and minding their own business so he could be gentle about it. Echo always ended up curled up on the bunk, squirming while Hunter wiggled his fingers into any sensitive spots he could reach. Hunter’s favorite tactic was to get permission to lay on top of Echo, successfully pinning him down, then using his hair and the scruff of any facial hair he had to tickle Echo’s neck. Somehow that had become Hunter’s favorite way to get him to laugh and he couldn’t say it wasn’t fun. Over time he got to see a more playful side of Hunter, slowly evolving until they were all out brawling every now and again. It was those times with Hunter that built up his confidence in playing around with them. If there was anyone he had to sprint away from it was Hunter, who let himself goof off sometimes just to get some energy out or make the rest of them lose their attitudes.

“You can only tickle me if you catch me first!” Echo always took off before Hunter could catch on, hearing the sound of pounding feet behind him to propel him forward. He always got caught - there was no hiding from Hunter - but it always ended with the ship feeling lighter than it was before.

There would never come a day when everything felt like it had before. Things had changed, there was no going back to it now. Despite that there was still a lot that Echo could feel grateful for gaining. New additions to his family, a safe space to learn, and so many new experiences he was sure would come in time. He was grateful for the bit of understanding and security he’d carved out for himself, fitting perfectly in the spaces they had made for him and calling their little ship home.

PLAN 99 *TBB SPOILERS

I CALLED IT! PLANN 99 IS SOMEONE FROM CF 99 DYING!!!

TECH DESERVES BETTER! HE COULD HAVE EXPLORED DIFFERENT CULTURES AND PLANETS WITH HIS FAMILY 🥺🥺🥺

I don't know if I ever wrote that Plan 99 meant one of them would die on here 😭 but I had mentioned this to @VanessaStarWarz during their TikTok live with other people. I did not want it to be true 😭

I thought of Clone 99 who had sacrificed himself in battle during TWC. I couldn't help but think that the bad batch would create a plan if one had to sacrifice themselves in battle. Plus CF 99's logo is literally a skull. 99 is associated with death!

I'm gonna scroll through my posts to see if I ever wrote about my theory!

Others had speculated it being a wide transmission 😢 I WISH THAT WERE TRUE!!! MY LIFE WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER

spend less time online

avoid becoming "chronically online" and touch some grass in 2023 babe 😭 

✨ create a film and i’ll tell you what you need in 2023 ✨

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!!!

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send me puns, jokes, and memes

your favourite fictional character and why you love them

send me recs (movies, books, anime, fics, music etc.)

ask me for recs (…)

fuck, marry, kill

tell me about your pet (or post pics of them and tag me :D)

…… 

these are just some suggestions that came to my mind right now, so feel free to send me whatever! and feel free to reblog if you want to have a sleepover too ☆

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..