#star wars headcannons

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ+ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇxʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ

⋆ ★ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴜʟʟꜱʜɪᴛ 😭😭. ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ꜰɪᴄ (ɪꜱ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ?) ꜱᴏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ʏᴀʟʟ ʜʏᴅʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ! ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ❤️

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

He’s given you one of his bandanas. He has a fair collection of them, all the same color (little color coordinator hehe), and first gifted it to you when he left you on deployment, in his words, ‘As a way to remember him by.’ You like to wrap it around your wrist or tie it to your bedpost, staring at it on nights he’s gone. And bless the Maker if you ever wear it to match with him; he might just melt.

Hunter is also an early riser, but he is so light on his feet he has never woken you up once while slipping out of the bed early in the morning. You’ve been upset before because eventually you do wake up and realize he’s not there and have to search the Maurader or your apartment to bring him back to bed instead of wandering aimlessly.

This is a little embarrassing in his opinion (though you don’t mind at all), but he wants your scent on everything. He loves the way you smell, his heightened senses bless him with your calming, relaxing aroma he just associates with you and your loveliness. Wear his shirts, rest your head in the crook of his neck so he can smell your hair, and spray your perfume/cologne over his cot. It’s all the better when you’re away for a long time; if he’s having a rough day or experiencing a sensory overload, he can go to his cot and take in your scent; it calms him down almost instantly.

Always has his hand resting on your lower back while walking through a large crowd. He’s protective, yes, but if the two of you aren’t careening through throngs of civilians, it’s not typical for him to do this. But if you’re in a busy market down in Ord Mantell or some other planet, he’s always ready to grip your waist and point his blaster at any seeable threat.

Has been fantasizing about bringing his knives into the bedroom, but doesn't know how to tell you. Hunter is self-aware enough to know that it’s not a conventional kink, so he doesn’t want to scare you off of intimacy with him and also doesn’t want to risk hurting you, but fuck has he fantasized about it. And besides, he shouldn’t worry too much about accidentally hurting you; y’all know how dexterous he is with those knives, there’s no way it could slip as he twirls and trails it over your skin.

Tech

Tangles his legs with yours, without fail, every time you are sitting beside him. He's one of those ADHD people that needs to have their feet elevated for some reason (He's just like me frfr), and you're right there, the perfect footrest! He'll want to tangle your limbs together and have his feet propped up on the end of a couch or a stool or box, literally anything, but as long as his feet are up and he's touching you, he's as happy as a clam.

Has photos of you hung up all around his cot. Tech's recording hobby doesn't stop during missions or experimenting; he takes lots of images and videos of you as well through his helmet. He has a whole album of it in his files; he's printed out his favorite ones and put them by his bed so he always has you with him.

Actively searches for common interests and things you enjoy so the two of you can talk about them. He values quality time greatly and wants to spend every second he gets with you making you happy and making sure you love being around him just as much as he loves being around you. So if you express a liking or admiration for a certain topic, Tech will spew out all information, discussion points, and questions possible. He loves to see the way your face lights up when you get to talk about something you love.

Messages you every thought that comes to his mind, even if he’s right next to you. Although his brothers love him to death, they do tire of his endless train of incoherent ideas and tangents. You, however, don't mind it; you enjoy it in fact. So he's taken on the habit of sending frequencies your way with his random thoughts, whether about his current task at hand, an observation of someone else, or even about you.

Does extensive research on how to achieve maximum pleasure during sex. He falls on the end of the spectrum when it comes to sexual experience out of the Batch, but he makes up for it with his pursuit of knowledge and curiosity about you. He's always researching new positions, methods of foreplay and penetration, and even creating his own sex toys to also help in creating the experience as good as possible for the both of you. It's honestly great.

Wrecker

Loves to do your hair. You seriously don't know how or when he picked all of this up, but he's extremely talented at all different types of braiding, knots, everything. He wants to do it for you whenever the opportunity presents itself. And if you have short hair or cropped to your head, he'll brush your hair; he also enjoys washing it if you decide to shower together. His head massages are godddly.

Massive food sharer. If you have some snack you're munching on, unless you somehow are able to hide it from him, he's stuffing his hand into the bag or in your space to grab a couple bites for himself. But he also shares with you all the time, he's not that selfish. He's honestly more generous and giving than he is taking. You don't even have to ask half the time; Wrecker's already got a handful saved just for you.

Sneaks his hand up your shirt while cuddling to act as a heater. This man is just a massive

HUGS FROM BEHIND! Are you doing something that requires your back to face him while he's walking past, or doing something completely different? Don't EVER expect him not to for the hug. He scoops you up into his arms and squeezes you so tight, but also so cautious to not hurt you. It never fails to catch you by surprise and you squeal, absolutely terrified. Until you hear his booming laughter and a kiss against the side of your neck, and you melt into his embrace.

Has accidentally shoved you when he wasn’t looking down... It honestly happens more than you'd expect. And once he realizes it, he practically drops to his knees and begs for forgiveness (although he already has it). You know he doesn't mean to, but sometimes he just gets so excited that he just loses sense of his surroundings.

Crosshair

Dirty intrusive thoughts, 24/7. You walk out of a room while he's sitting down? Big mistake, his eyes are level with your ass; now the image of it bouncing while hitting it from behind has been conjured up? You walk up so close and look up at him with wide eyes? Uh oh, now he's imagining you on your knees. Sipping on a straw? Those hollowed-out cheeks should be around something else... You get what I mean.

Pinches your hips while walking past you, without fail. It's just a cheeky way of him saying hello that doesn't require much of him, but still conveys affection in a brief but understandable way. He even does it during actual intimate moments as a way to tease you. And look, even as he slowly becomes more comfortable being open and physically affectionate with you, he doesn't give up this; he just likes it too much. Besides, he'll never get sick of the little squeals you let out in surprise. It makes him chuckle every time.

Asks you to hold his toothpick for him if necessary and put it back when he’s done with what he was doing. Yk that meme of "Hold my flower" and "I got ur flower bby go kick his ass"? Yeah, this radiates that energy. If he wanna throw hands, take a sip of his whiskey, or kiss you without tossing away a perfectly good toothpick he will make you hold it. At first, you found it strange and even a little gross, but honestly, it's also very charismatic. A perfect combination of boyish, tough, and trusting.

Catalogs every single thing you say for future use, for better or for worse. Tell him your favorite drink? He orders it for you if he arrives early to 79's. Say you enjoyed something he did for you, either in general or sexually? He'll be doing it way more often now. But he also uses it to tease the hell out of you. If you tell him about embarrassing moments from childhood, slip up your words even just a little, or just be fucking clumsy? You poor child will never hear the end of it.

Sexting KING. Also really good at phone sex too. Like both he is so good at, you don't even know how he learned it or even have the time to do it, but oh my are you grateful. You both get off when he instructs you, orders you around and have you around his finger even if you are stars away.

Echo

Really good at massaging, but also loves to receive massages too. Even if you don't feel that you're good at it, he'll instruct you kindly to knead at the spots most tense and knotted up for him until he's moaning under you. But holy shit, he's so fucking good at giving massages; he can have you relaxed and blissed out in under 5 minutes. Echo's picked up on the skills from helping with his own tense muscles always connected to prosthetics and likes to provide services for you.

You always have to finish his plate; he’s a picky eater, and he's the type to dissect and push away the parts he doesn't like and crowd it all into one corner, but it ends up making his plate look like an excavation site. So you oh so kindly eat the parts that you like he insists taste horrible.

Likes to shower with you. He loves the intimacy of it, getting to clean each other up and be in such close proximity. He's also the type to crank up the water temperature to skin-burning levels because it's never fucking hot enough- but yeah, shower sex ends up happening a lot cause of this. Not that you're complaining.

Looks at you first when something happens to show his reaction; whether it be a look of disgust, confusion, amusement, or something else entirely, you are the first person he glances at. We already know he is expressive as hell, but he usually doesn't do that whole 'wordlessly exchange thoughts' thing, at least until you come along. You feel so privileged, weirdly enough, for you to be the first person he looks at. It's honestly so cute.

Has a favorite pillow in your apartment. He discovered that it was pretty early on, and you always seemed to notice that he wanted to lie his head on it more often than the others, but he didn't outwardly say it was his favorite until a little later. But now, that pillow is HIS, no one else can use it. It has a special place on your bed and you always make sure to wash it before he comes back from a string of missions and have it ready for him when he inevitably comes over and spends the night.

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

🛏️ and 🥺 with obi wan please!

Oh my god if Obi Wan is the perfect man for sweet lovin’, virginity losing, soft sex!

🛏 soft sex

🥺 first time

warnings: AFAB!reader, smex! Allusions to oral!fem receiving way to soft and poetic cause I listened to Florence and hozier while I wrote it

First off, Obi Wan would just be so honored and touched (heheh) that you trusted him enough to be your first

And it is not a responsibility that he takes lightly 

He starts by kissing you, slow and deep, relishing in the way your soft lips move against his

He cradles your cheek in his hand and kisses you till you’re breathless and drunk on his touch

“Now,” he asks, pulling away and tugging at your shirt. “How do we feel about losing this?”

Slowly but surely the clothes come off unveiling an endless constellations freckling your body

And Obi wan makes it his job to kiss every

Single

One.

He spreads you out beneath him, leaving you so exposed but oh so secure in his arms

And Obi Wan works his way down your body, kissing every inch of you as he goes 

When he reaches the sweet heaven between your thighs, it feels like he worships you for hours, all the while holding your hand comfortingly in his 

Once he’s brought you to the heights of pleasure not one but TWICE! he relents

Shrugging off the remainder of his garments, Obi Wan holds you in his arms and simply lets you explore him 

Forehead pressed to his, you run your hands over his bare chest, down his arms, up his neck, over his neck and all the most intimate part of him until you’ve had your fill 

He enters you slowly, constantly checking in to make sure you’re ok and giving you all the time you need before moving 

With every thrust he lifts you higher and higher, whispering sweet encouragement in your ear rubbing your clit with skilled fingers 

Your orgasm washes over you like waves of pleasure Obi isn’t far behind, spilling himself onto your stomach 

As gentle as can be, he cleans you up and you fall asleep happy and content in his arms

[d-a-n-n-y-y]

Y'know that i post a headcannon where reader's art of luke seeing it? This how pretty much how reader's drawing style like this (but dw it can be any style of art what you wanna imagined)

(And yes its from miles morales art sketchbook and his style is cool after all? He draws other people like..)

I could imagine reader drawing little doodles and drawing others like leia,han, and other crew c-3po,rd2 and grogu even some other people like the mandalorian(din djarin),boba fett whatever you just like drawing cool people

Art by damian Fernandez gomez (dfg.art on Insta)

[donovan-writes]

@stephen-writes wanted Kylo Ren x Reader

Comment if you wanna be tagged or have any requests

Gender Neutral Reader

• He’s in need of some love please give him a hug

• He’s too shy to ask for any affection, he’s also shy to make any moves

• He’ll try holding your hand and just stare down your hand, wanting so badly to hold it. You’ve just gotta take his hand

• He thinks your smile’s are the sweeter than anything

• A Disaster in the Kitchen lemme tell you. One time he tried to make dinner for you and not only was it toast with orange juice, the toast was severely burnt and he accidentally spilled the apple juice

• He really wants to make you proud

• He loves it when you hold his head to your chest so he can hear your heartbeat

• Hearing your heartbeat calms him down, makes him feel safe, like his world can rest easy because you’re still around

• He’s great at date planning, just sometimes not great at execution of said plans

• He loves when you both just hold hands. He’ll trace over your hands, play with your fingers, make little shadow puppets out of both your hands, all kinds of stuff

• You have scars? He sees those as kissing targets, with your permission of course. He loves to kiss wherever you feel most insecure to show he loves that part of you just like how he loves all of you. But he respects if you don’t want it

• He plays hide and seek with you on the ship sometimes. For a tal man he’s surprisingly flexible for hiding in weird spaces

• He doesn’t like sparring practice with you because he’s scared of hurting you. He only spars if there’s a safe word, no weapons, and he doesn’t always use his full strength. However he doesn’t always let you win either

• He’s got horrible handwriting, but he leaves you cute notes everywhere

• He’s not good at video games at all but he loves playing with you. He likes Minecraft

• When you both have to part he gives a head kiss (after asking💀)

• Once time goes by and he’s more used to the idea of you both dating he becomes a little more confident with the affection, but he’s still nervous sometimes

• He’s bad at poetry please be nice to him about his poetry he tries

• When something is wrong he acts stone cold, shuts off completely to everyone making sure no one knows. But when he starts talking about it you see a completely shattered man

• He doesn’t like to cry so he forces himself to just get mad and show anger than cry

• He’s got a plushie collection and you both get to name the stuffed animals. He hides them away though so no one else knows about it

• If you’re ever crying he starts crying

• But he’s immediately trying to cheer you up with jokes, stuffed animals, games, anything he can. He’s frantically trying to make sure you’re happy

• He makes up random saying to tell you how much he loves you

• If you’re hurt he’s immediately on the case with the first aid. He becomes Nurse Ren

[omg-spy]

2-23-2024

FODESINBEED FACT! DID YOU KNOW that if YOU rub their necks at a medium pace they will give you a weird look

[levi-venn]

When CT-9904, the clone that would one day become "Crosshair", was first pulled from his birthing tank, he did not cry.  

This was by design.

Engineered to become a “stealth soldier”, 04's vocal cords were shaped so that he could not raise his voice above a frustrated rasp. It was often muted by his incubator.

CT-9902, who would one day adopt the moniker "Tech", was also silent, but this was always a cause for concern. When 02 was quiet, he was most likely attempting his next escape. He had kicked the latch off his first incubator. He had poked the hinges off his second. By the third, Nala Se had nowhere to put the baby escape artist.

Putting 02 in 04's incubator was supposed to be a temporary solution.

A week later, when the new, reinforced incubator arrived, she picked up 02, and found his hand locked with 04's with an iron grip. 

CT-9902 cried. 

CT-9904 hissed.

And so, the ever patient Nala Se left 02 where he was there.  There were no more escape attempts after that.

One day, CT-9902 began to cry.

Nala Se was in the middle of calming 05 who was trying to wreck the changing table with tiny, but mighty fists.

"Omega, see to 02, please, he needs to be changed."

Omega slid off her stool and without looking up from her datapad she said. "It's 04 who needs changing."

"How do you know?" Nala Se asked.

"02 cries louder when 04 needs help."

- Excerpt from Cross and Crow (Read series on AO3)

[vivendraws]

have you ever wondered what captain phasma looks like without her helm? perhaps i have an answer to your burning curiosity…

in this i’d like to also discuss some headcannons for miss phasma that i had mentioned with @agathaandgwenslesbian because cappie phazzie is just so… 🥰😍🙏✨✨

- the scar on her eye is both a cut and a burn. when she fell in all that fire the only spot unprotected by her armor was the break in her helm, and now it's a patch of burned skin. the harsher scar pictured here is present as well because that scar comes from the initial blow from finn.

- i'm also willing to bet phasma doesn't wear makeup either. "there's no time for it nor is there a need". however she would, on free time/when she's training, wear industrial/cargo pants, thick military/combat boots, and a gray tee tucked in neatly with a simple black belt. the logo to accompany that shirt is a small first order sigil near the collarbone and on her pants she would wear patches with her name, rank, and perhaps home flag on it as well as the first order's sigil as a patch.

- she's not offended by the assumption of masculinity, because she takes on the role of forceful and brutal commander whilst maintaining a strong reputation amongst the ranks of the first order. secretly, though she sees him as freakish and only tolerates him for his status, she's quite amused by kylo ren and wouldn't have it any other way. “the first order is not the same without him." she would also quietly tease him for his inability to find the map to skywalker.

- she would also probably take great pride in how shiny her armor is and routinely keep it clean on her free time, desperate to keep scuffs and marks out of it. she doesn't like deformalities, especially when it comes to her personal items.

- in terms of where her loyalties lie , she is ultimately loyal to herself despite her position and rank amongst her fellows. she would never admit it out loud though, and keep to herself about that opinion, but if it came down to her or a few members of her troops, she'd be fine with the sacrifice.

- phasma would probably pretend her baton is a lightsaber on occasion, side training with saber combat on either opponents or training dummies. if she is caught doing so, she would most certainly threaten the life of whoever caught her playing pretend. "you won't tell a soul if you value your life. now get back to work.”

- she probably secretly drinks tea in her quarters as well because she's british and it's natural.

in my humble opinion , she is most certainly , “gaslight , gatekeep , girlboss”.

[mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway]

Star wars confessions:

Each of our clone boys coming inside you the first time you tell them you love them during sex; just thinking of how they would react as they involuntarily nut inside you because of pure emotional feels is both just so hot and healing to me.

Idk; I'm a sucker for soft and steamy smut.

Feel free to reblog and add any headcannons if you want.

[luxtrys]

sunshine reader and grumpy ani hc's

i am back with my fav troupe AHH! let me know if you want a blurb with this bc i would lovee to write it. sorry for being a bit mia, school has been kicking a girls ass but my anakin phase is slowly coming back to me so i might be lurking around on your home page a bit more. love, rosie xxx

✩ you were always a sweet girl. from the moment your parents laid eyes on you, they knew that you were going to give nothing but happiness and serenity to the world.

✩ you smiled to everyone who passed you on the street, helped your neighbours with chores, made people baked home goods when they were feeling down. all just to see someone smile

✩ anakin knew how different the two of you were. you were like a ray of sunshine, and he was well... not.

✩ you couldn't have asked for a more perfect man for you than anakin. even though you two were polar oppisties.

✩ it almost looked amusing when you were together on the street or at a party. a beaming radiant girl, with a brooding stone faced man looming behind her at all times.

✩ anakin tried not to let how naive you were bother him to much, because he knew you couldn't control it. and he was not about to taint your happiness, because thats the last thing he'll ever do.

✩ you try not to dwell on why people suddenly were so much nicer to you after you started dating anakin, because you didn't notice how when anyone wouldn't listen to what you were babbling about, or was about to say something rude, anakin would give them a look that made them shiver.

✩ he always had that affect on people, one that made them scared for there life. but not you, no, never you.

✩ anakin knew from the moment he met you, he was going to be the kindest person he could be infront of you. and it was surprisingly. but what wasn't easy, was containing his cool to other people infront of you.

✩ you like to think that you're the one taking care of anakin, when that could not be further from the truth. because you're just so oblivious to when he kicks a rock out of your path so you won't trip, or when he wraps his hand around sharp surfaces of counter's your under so you wont come up and bump your head.

✩ but he likes to let you think you are. especially when you bring sunscreen to the beach to rub on his face about 5 times an hour, or when you clean up his knuckles and cuts after hours of jedi training he'll never let you watch.

✩ another thing about anakin, is that he just loves braiding your hair.

✩ he had to get use to it for a while because he hadn't done it since his mother had taught him on tatooine. which resulted in your hair being only knots and matting for a couple of days.

✩ but after that, you had never seen your hair so beautiful, and we all know anakin skywalker is good with his hands.

✩ whenever you notice anakin in more of a mood than he normally is (which you thought was impossible) you always like to shower him with loves and kisses. which he defenitly pretends to hate.

✩ you hold his face in your hands, placing one hand on each cheek while kissing all over his face. he tries to contain himself as he turns a bright red and smiles unconsentually. he loves you so much.

✩ and thats why when you're around anakin lessens his grumpy mood by a tiny bit. but that soft spot is only for you.

[im-here-and-im-confused]

Obi-wan - we've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Anakin will and will not eat.

Cody - Grass? yes!

Obi-wan - Moss? yes!

Cody - Leaves? Oh yes!

Obi-wan - Shoelaces? strangely enough yes!

Cody - Worms? sometimes!

Obi-wan - Rocks? usually no!

Cody - Twigs? usually yeah!

Obi-wan - Ahsoka's cooking? Inconclusive!

Rex - Right, and how...how did you test this?

Obi-wan - oh well we just handed him things, and said 'hey eat this'.

Cody - and if he ate it, he ate it.

Rex - Right okay, i don't know how im supposed to feel about this.

Ahsoka - WAIT SO IS THAT WHERE ALL OF MY SHOE LACES WENT!?

[sinfulsalutations]

This might be a little weird but i always am wearing mismatched socks(color and type not height) and imagine the bad batch all have a bunch of pairs of the same kind and color so how would the batch react to their consistent mismash of socks

𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

⋆ ★ ʜᴍᴍ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀ! ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴄᴋꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴀʜᴀ. ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ᴄᴜᴢ ɪ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ (ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴏꜰᴄ).

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ʜᴀʜ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

Okay, some of them think it's weird, but it makes sense in Hunter’s head logically; he matches his bandana with his socks.

Meaning he only wears red socks.

Doesn’t matter if they’re different shades; a crimson and vermillion red doesn’t make much of a difference.

He’s a bit of a color coordinator, let's be real.

It’s funny, cause Hunter’s really not that vain about his appearance. I think we all headcanon that he uses 13 in 1 shampoo and conditioner in the shower so like he really doesn’t care that much–

But something about having red socks… dunno, they just gotta be red, okay?

One time he couldn’t find another red pair, and he was scrambling around the Maurader for one.

“Has anyone seen another red sock??”

“No, Hunter. You’ve asked this 10 times, you’re not going to get a different answer.”

“Oh shut up Echo!”

Then Tech threw a pink one in his direction, and it landed directly in his face.

Hunter sputtered in shock and threw it back.

“This isn’t red!”

“Well technically, it is red, just a very tinted shade of it–”

“Nope, not gonna take your smartassery right now.”

Then he proceeded to dig up the laundry basket until he found another red one.

Tech

Hates it with a burning passion.

Always tries his best to make his socks coordinated while the others wear mismatched ones.

It’s incredibly difficult.

He always ends up getting the colors pretty close, but slightly off from each other.

Suddenly he whoops in triumph and pulls out two separate socks and its just two shades of black and he throws them across the room.

Do y’all see a pattern here with the throwing aijerlakjdf

Crosshair meanwhile is laughing in the corner because he has one of the matching socks on right now and he’ll never know muahahhaha!

Wrecker

Is probably the one that started it and caused the chain reaction.

It’s literally just socks and no one sees them it doesn’t kriffing matter if the colors match–(even if some of his brothers disagree)

He’s got like hella holes in his socks though, so he’s ended up kind of having his own.

If one of them is sorting laundry and sees a hole in one of the , welp its Wrecker’s now.

He’s like the only one that doesn’t care about holes in his socks. C’mon, he’s a simple man! He doesn’t need all these intricacies, thank you very much.

Same sentiment goes for the type of socks. He does prefer to have them go over his ankles but he doesn't care if the socks are fluffy or itchy and closely cropped to his skin, as long as it covers his feet he’s fine.

Crosshair

Doesn’t seek comfort, for some fucking reason.

Avoids fluffy or comfortable socks like the plague.

Might explain why he gets hella calluses on his feet.

But it helps him stay on his toes (don’t mind the pun), instead of in a comfort zone that’ll make him possibly mess up his performance when he shoots.

His socks end up being the most mismatched.

Nobody knows how but he always manages to have his socks with such ugly and contrasting colors it hurts Hunter’s poor little brain–

Like he’ll end up with some bright orange and then a soothing lavender and holy shit it’s so ugly dear lord.

Echo

Fluffy sock wearer all the way.

This man prioritizes comfort in lots of ways the rest of the batch doesn’t, mostly because of the chronic pain and daily discomfort he experiences since Skako Minor.

So yeah, the colors don’t matter to him; fluffiness does.

However, despite being a fluffy sock enthusiast, he doesn’t like them all the time.

There are situations where it's simply too hot or irritating for those kind socks.

But they still have to be some semblance of soft, or comfortable.

[ledeni-tm]

I'd like to think that Quinlan Vos helped Cal understand his psychometry when he was a youngling and/or a padawan, during quiet times, to Jaro Tapal complete dismay who wouldn't want any bad influence on his padawan. (no weapons involved, only nice things, with sweet echoes. Quinlan is not THAT irresponsible. I think. Aayla turned out okay after all) With all the banter involving links with other characters like Greez interest in Yaddle or even Qui-Gon friendship with Cordova, I think it would have been cute to learn more form Cal and his childhood at the Temple.

(Close up under the cut !)

[iburnedmyselfalive]

SHADOWS OF AFFECTION.

nsfw -- first time writings smut in awhile please give me ideas + feedback!! i feel like this is so rushed :'( didn't really proof read I'm sorry!!

A dimly lit room with a faint glow from nearby equipment. Anakin Skywalker, dressed in Jedi robes, stood facing you, a determined and slightly tense expression on his face.

"What are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to be in this sector." While speaking, his voice remained void of any emotion

"I have as much right to be here as you do, Skywalker. Maybe more." You mirrored his tone in your response noticing how that irritated him.

"You think you're clever, don't you? Always meddling where you don't belong." he said, his voice tinged with irritation, and his expression showing clear frustration.

"i'm here to ensure justice, something you seem to have forgotten in your pursuit of power." you remarked, stepping closer to him, your proximity enough to sense his rhythmic breathing.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," he retorted, narrowing his eyes at you, a glint of frustration now more evident. "I fight for peace, for the greater good, unlike your misguided intentions."

"Peace? Your methods are ruthless, your actions reckless. You'll destroy everything you claim to protect." you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief at his apparent contradictions.

"You don't understand the burden I carry, the choices I have to make." he murmured, his voice sounding like it almost went softer.

"Your excuses won't justify your deeds. The path you're on leads to darkness." you retorted firmly, unyielding in conviction.

There's a tense silence as you continue to lock eyes. Anakin's gaze flickers, conflicted emotions swirling within him. Suddenly, he reaches out, cupping your face in his hands, bringing you to shock.

Why did you want this?

"Despite everything, I can't deny what I feel for you." Anakin murmured, his voice carrying a hint of cocky confidence, unable to mask his underlying emotions.

Before you could even react to his words, Anakin closes the gap between you fully, pressing his lips against yours in a sudden, passionate kiss. It's a mixture of conflicting emotions - love, desire, and turmoil.

The kiss lingers for a moment, filled with intensity and an unspoken understanding. Anakin then breaks away, his expression a mixture of regret and longing.

"Fuck," he muttered, when he pulled back abruptly, a mix of emotions crossing his face.

He turns away, striding out of the room, leaving you standing there, stunned and conflicted by the unexpected moment of tenderness from your sworn enemy.

You wanted more, no, you needed more.

"Anakin," you called out, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with a hint of desperation that stirred something within him, causing a smirk to grace his lips.

"Hm?" he responded, pausing his steps, intrigued by the tone in your voice.

You sensed a rush in your stomach, a sensation akin to fireworks bursting within. "I-I need..." you attempted to articulate, grappling to express yourself as he cocked his head, observing you with a mix of fascination and amusement, a smug chuckle escaping his lips.

"What do you want, huh? You've gotta speak up, sweetheart, and tell me," he chided, his tone carrying a teasing edge.

I... I want you," you stammered, summoning the courage to draw nearer to him.

"Please," an almost pleading tone escaped your lips.

"Just kissed you, and now I've got you begging for more, hmm?" he chuckled, his voice tinged with a sense of satisfaction.

"Anakin, please, stop teasing me," you pleaded, frustration evident in your tone.

"Fine then, I'll find someone who'll give me what I need," you responded when he stayed silent, a hint of anger colouring your words, a calculated move to incite a reaction from him. His jaw tensed at your provocation, swiftly grasping your arm and ushering you back into a less conspicuous room.

"Enough with the games," he growled, commanding attention as he took a seat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, a room that didn't belong to either of you.

It was amusing because you weren't the one teasing him; it was actually the reverse. The mere mention of seeing someone else seemed to set him off.

"Sit," he ordered firmly, his eyes fixated on his lap, a commanding presence exuding a sense of heat.

You glanced at him, uncertain of your next move, which only seemed to exacerbate his frustration.

"Sit, now," he demanded sharply. "Begging me for more and now when I offer, you act like a lost little bunny, huh? Pathetic," he hissed, his tone a blend of irritation and disdain.

Your cheeks warmed, a rush of heat coloring your skin at the way he spoke to you. Yet, driven by a mix of defiance and intrigue, you deliberately positioned yourself on his lap, straddling him. As you settled, you felt a surge of intensity in the eye contact you maintained with him, your gaze unwavering, a silent challenge and a hint of curiosity sparkling in your eyes.

An overwhelming sense of yearning surged within you, an unexpected desire that seemed to emanate solely for Anakin. It was a realization that struck you hard—you hadn't comprehended how much you craved him until that moment. Letting out a soft whimper as he gently directed your movements, guiding your hips, he melded his lips with yours in a passionate embrace.

His hands extended, caressing to cup your breasts, eliciting a soft gasp from you. "Ani," you whimpered in a breathless plea, your voice muffled amidst the intensity of the kiss.

"Bet this pretty little cunt is soaked huh? All for me, is that right?" he playfully cooed, further teasing you with his words, evoking another soft whine to escape your lips.

When you refused to say anything, he brought a hand up, slapping you pathetically which made you much wetter than you already were. You strained to tighten your thighs from your current position, trying your best to maintain composure.

"I want to hear it," he growled, craving the sound of your voice, eager to sense the urgency and longing in your words.

When you could only muster a hasty "mhm," it fell short of what he sought, clenching your thighs together again as a result of his second slap.

"Y-yes ani, 'm so wet" You protested with a soft whine, attempting to shift and escape his secure hold while perched on his lap.

He chuckled darkly, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he shook his head. "I know you can do much better than that dirty bitch," he asserted with a commanding tone, his voice carrying an air of authority.

"'m so wet for you ani, please touch me, please" you expressed your desperation with a pleading tone as his hand slid down your body, departing from its prior position, your breasts, and descending farther and farther.

His hand lightly brushed over your clothed clit, causing you to nearly lose balance on his lap. "Please," you whimpered, leaning in close to his ear.

"I need you to listen to me and follow my instructions, clear?" he growled, asserting his dominance.

"Crystal," you replied, your voice filled with desperation as you tried to move against his fingers, although he hadn't instructed you to do so, had he?

"Desperate whore," he hissed, "keep that up and we'll both end up unsatisfied," he warned in a low, threatening tone.

You swallowed hard and nodded, halting your movements even though every part of you resisted. His finger continued to trace deliberate circles over your clothed clit, coaxing more moans from you as he intensified his touch.

"I need more, please," you pleaded urgently. You sensed his undeniable hardness beneath you, fueling your growing desperation.

Your words only fueled his hastened actions; his intention to tease was already fixed. He proceeded by swiftly pulling you up and removing your pants.

While you were still in your panties, he gently positioned you on the bed. Standing over you, he returned his hand back to your pussy, soaking wet, carefully pulling aside your panties.

"Ani!" you exclaimed as you finally sensed his fingers on your sensitive clit.

"Yes, yes so good, don't stop," you whimpered, your back arching, fingers tightly clutching the bedsheet.

However, everything shifted rapidly as your orgasm drew near. Your hands embraced him, drawing him closer, sensing his warm breath as his fingers intensified their pace.

"Yeah?" he teased, a smug grin adorning his face.

Tears cascaded down your face as your legs started to tremble, the sensation making you see stars. You attempted to kiss him, but you couldn't quite reach, and teasingly, he playfully moved away slightly.

"Getting close, sweetheart? I'm sure I'm making you feel incredible," he growled, coaxing you to say it.

The intensity of pleasure overwhelmed you as his fingers explored various rhythms, gauging your every reaction to pinpoint what brought you the most pleasure. When he slapped you, it momentarily stifled your words. "'S-so good, Ani, so good," you whimpered, struggling to speak amidst the sensation.

You were on the verge of climax, but a disappointed whimper escaped when your orgasm was withheld. Anakin promptly withdrew his two fingers from your swollen clit.

You protested, a desire to retaliate rising within you, but weariness held you back, knowing it hadn't been your effort but his.

"You should've mentioned you were close," he teased, sporting a playful grin.

"Shut up, Anakin." you sassed right back at him.

Anakin retorted sharply, his voice edged with a demanding and rough tone, "Don't tell me to shut up when you're craving every bit of this, begging for more."

With a mixture of frustration and desire, you decided to snap back at him, "Stop pretending like you don't know what you're doing to me."

Anakin, his voice husky and determined, countered, "I know exactly what I'm doing. And you love every second of it, don't you?"

"I-I don't love it... I just... I can't help but... feel." With a mix of denial and embarrassment, you replied, faltering with your words as he guided his fingers back to your clit.

Anakin's voice was laced with a teasing yet commanding tone, "Words might fail you, but your body doesn't lie. Show me how much you want this" he remarked.

As Anakin's words hung in the air, your breath hitched. Your gaze met his, conveying a mixture of uncertainty and desire. Without a word, your body responded, inching closer, a silent invitation for more. Fingers trembled slightly, reaching out tentatively, a silent plea for his touch to continue. Their eyes held a depth of longing, silently communicating what words couldn't express.

You let out a gasp as he directed his lips to your breasts, alternating between sucking and gently nibbling on one nipple, then showering the same affection on the other with equal passion.

"Ani, I need you," you whimpered as your climax neared once more. Your hands trembled as you attempted to remove his Jedi robes, but this action made him pause.

"What did I say?" he reminded you sternly, referring to the specific orders he had given for you to follow his commands strictly.

"'s too much, Ani," you cried out as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, he began to gently use his tongue to tease over your clit.

"That's not what I said," he hissed, intensifying the circles of his tongue over your clit while his hand reached out to firmly cup your breasts.

"Please," you cried out, attempting to close your thighs as you squirmed, sitting up and tangling your hands in his hair, desperately trying to pull him away from you

He snarled, "Take it," exerting force to keep you down.

"Ani, it's too much, please!" you cried, squirming even harder.

“Mm, what a beautiful cunt this is," he murmured, his tongue tracing circles over your clit, drawing you even nearer to him.

As you started moaning his name, almost reaching climax, he abruptly withdrew. Hs stripped off his clothing, you whimpered, studying his features, and he was undeniably well-endowed. "Where do you want this, sweetheart? Right here?" he teased, grazing his tip along your folds, referring to his cock.

You nodded with a pout, but before you could speak, he raised his hand, wrapping it around your neck ever so slightly "Can't even say it, can you? You want me inside you, huh? Deep inside," he cooed, his voice taunting.

"Say it now. I want to hear it," he demanded.

You whimpered, obeying his command but feeling embarrassed. "I want... you... please... to fuck me," you struggled to express, blushing with vulnerability.

His grin widened as he pushed himself into you. "So big," you murmured to yourself, grasping onto his arms as discomfort crossed your face.

"Let me set the pace baby, yeah, let me set the pace" he cooed softly, his voice filled with assurance. He started with a slow movement for a fleeting moment before intensifying his pace, causing the distinct sound of skin meeting skin. You were already a disheveled mess, so he paid no mind if someone were to walk in.

"Oh, Anakin, please!" you cried out, feeling the intense arousal build up. You had been denied your orgasm multiple times, so you sensed that just a few more thrusts would push you over the edge.

"Hold it, you filthy bitch," he cooed, commanding you to restrain yourself from climaxing.

"But!" you began to protest, only to be interrupted by him.

"I said, hold it," he growled, swiftly reaching up to slap you. His thrusts were intense, driving deep into you.

"Yeah, yeah that's it, taking this so well f'me," he groaned in satisfaction.

"Ani, I... I need..." you struggled to articulate your words as he relentlessly pounded into you, but he understood your desires perfectly. He pressed his lips against yours, delivering a messy yet forceful kiss that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Up," he commanded, his gaze fixed on your hips, and obediently, you complied, raising your hips as instructed. He swiftly grabbed a pillow, placing it under your lower back as he delved deep inside you once more. Holding still momentarily, observing your squirms for him, he finally resumed thrusting.

"Ani, yes, just like that," you cried out, the altered position aiding him in reaching a new angle, hitting your most sensitive spot.

He swiveled his hips, trailing soft nibbles along your neck, then ascending to your earlobe, teasingly biting on it.

"Are you going to cum f'me? Going to make a mess all over my cock?" he provocatively questioned.

"Yes! Please, yes!" you cried out, your legs trembling as he brought his thumb down to your clit, vigorously circling it.

"fuck," he groaned, his hips briefly slowing before returning to their earlier rhythm. Your hands dug deeply into his back, almost drawing blood.

"Please make me cum, I want it so badly," you pleaded, gripping onto him tightly.

The pleasure overwhelmed you, becoming almost unbearable.

"mhm, mhm," you cried out, so overwhelmed that you couldn't articulate properly.

Your back arched deeply, the sensation seemingly endless. Your eyes rolled back, hands gripping his hair as he penetrated you deeply, fully immersed in the act, lifting one of your legs and placing it over his shoulder.

And that was the tipping point for you.

"Come for me, now, pretty baby," he demanded as it felt like an explosion, finally letting go, releasing yourself all over his cock. He groaned in unison with you as he planted his seed deep inside you, his thumb continuing to work on your clit while he maintained a slow and steady rhythm of thrusting.

"That's it, taking it so well," he cooed as his pace gradually quickened once more. In a state of shock, you whimpered, feeling utterly exhausted and drained from the prolonged teasing game he had been playing with you for a while.

"What? it's too much for you to handle huh? what is it baby? Have I gotten you all worked up?" he asked, wearing a sly grin.

"Mhm," you replied, nodding your head with a pout on your face.

"Too bad. You're going to take my cock and thank me for it," he growled, thrusting deeper into you, leaving you wondering how that could even be possible.

"Drenched in all your damn juices," he hissed, gripping your waist while one hand moved to your lower stomach, applying slight pressure to feel himself inside you.

"Look," he demanded, seizing your jaw to force you to observe the point where you two were connected, to witness how intensely he was penetrating you.

"Oh, fuck," you moaned at the sight of him moving in and out of you, your body tightly embracing him. Something about the sight drove you to the edge once more; your eyes rolled back as you cried out, "Ani!" while bucking your hips.

"Fuck," he cooed, "make a fucking mess all over me."

His words spat out with intensity, "Cover me in all your fucking juices," he hissed, demanding,

"Yeah pretty baby, you want to huh?" he cooed as you desperately nodded.

"Gonna fucking fill this pussy up" he spoke through gritted teeth.

In just a few more thrusts, both of you reached climax together. You moaned for him while he buried his face into your neck, groaning into your ear.

"Good girl," he cooed, planting a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away from you and kneeling down again.

"Ani?" you questioned with a whimper, but were interrupted by a moan as he began circling your clit with his tongue once more.

Did he really want you to cum for the third time?

Overwhelmed by the stimulation, you cried even harder, attempting to squirm away from him.

"Mm, it's too much, too much, I can't handle it," you whined, sensing your climax nearing as he sucked harshly on your clit, the sound of a 'pop' echoing in the room.

Indeed, he had succeeded; the cocky guy had brought you to climax for the third time.

"You did so well f'me, darling," he cooed, leaning in to kiss you as you tasted yourself on his lips. Eventually, he pulled away, planting a kiss on your forehead as he took care of cleaning you up and helping you get dressed again.

You winced from the pain in your legs when you attempted to stand, prompting him to lift you up himself.

"Tired?" he inquired, and you nodded, nearly dozing off in his embrace.

"Oh, training got the best of her? Take it easy on her, Anakin," Obi-Wan's sudden voice made you whimper.

"Shh, sleep baby," he cooed, shooting Obi-Wan a glare.

Anakin carried you back to his place, gently helping you change into comfortable clothes before guiding you to bed. He tenderly tucked you in, caressing your head and planting gentle kisses on your forehead.

"Rest now, my dear," he whispered softly, dimming the lights as you drifted into a peaceful slumber, feeling safe and cared for in his embrace.

[ireadwithmyears]

How each member of the bad batch would be with a visually impaired significant other (short imagine’s/headcannons

Word count: 5.4K

Pairings: the bad batch ex female reader (individual)

Tags/warnings: some are suggestive, mostly domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, mild injuries

note: look, it’s the epitome of self indulgence. I wrote this solely because I’m blind, and have never seen these ideas discussed when it comes to our beloved boys. However, I recognize that the majority of people reading this will not have shared this experience, so this is why I am adding a disclaimer/reminder to tell you that blindness is a spectrum, and the majority of us have at least a degree of useable vision left, so that is why I continue to use visual language/descriptors like look or watching. That being said, I hope you enjoy these, I had so much fun writing them, and if you have an idea for a specific scenario so I can do more of these, or another particular clone who isn’t a member of the batch, please let me know, and I would be happy to write more

Hunter🩷 

Hunter is the best at planning dates when it comes to keeping your accessibility and comfort in mind. 

If he wants to take you out somewhere, he’ll always go and scope it out beforehand, analyzing things that might not make it an enjoyable experience for you. I.e. if the lighting is too low and will obscure any of your remaining vision. If the music is too loud and will make it hard for you to effectively communicate with him. He knows that both of these things, especially when they’re working in tandem, can make you feel on edge and anxious, and that’s the last thing he wants you to feel when he’s taking you out on a date.

He will always ask the establishment about things like accessible or braille menus, or, if you happen to have a guide dog, seating that will have the space to accommodate and be comfortable for all of you.

If the menu isn’t accessible for you, he will always give you a heads up beforehand, using his datapad to pull up the menu on the holonet so that he can help you familiarize yourself with it, and you can decide what you want before you get there, taking a lot of the stress and pressure off of you because you don’t have to rush.

He wants you to feel cherished, loved, and safe when you’re out and about with him. So if you are going somewhere that’s particularly busy or crowded, he will also adapt himself. 

He’ll keep you close, whether it’s with your arm tucked securely in the crook of his elbow to guide you around, or his hand gently placed on the small of your back, letting it rest there so that you know he’s right there with you.

He never plans on getting separated from you, but if, by some unforeseen circumstance, it happens by accident, he has a plan for that too. 

If you’ve got remaining vision that is useable, he will intentionally wear bright, contrasting colours to make him easier to spot, even when he’s a distance away. 

If you don’t have any remaining vision, he’ll wear something like keys that jingle, or an article of jewellery that makes a distinct sound as he walks so that you can tell when he’s approaching. 

Regardless, every time you go on a night out, he will take the time to describe his appearance to you in detail, his general physical description, what he’s wearing, so that if, for some reason, you do get separated, you know how best to describe him to someone, so that they can locate him for you and help you make your way back to him

His enhanced senses have become innately attuned to your normal patterns and rhythms, and if he notices any rapid fluctuation or change be it with your breathing or heart rate, indicating that the environment you’re in is causing you stress, he’s whisking you away, taking you back home, despite any of your protests. He knows you’re just fighting him because you feel guilty about potentially messing up the night, which you absolutely are not.

He will not let you feel that way for long, because when you’re home, he is determined to make you feel like the beautiful, treasured, and wanted human being that you are.

He orders your favourite takeout food. He’ll lie you down on your bed, surrounding you with soft blankets and pillows, gently and tenderly beginning to caress and massage the tension from your tensed up shoulders and back, partly because he feels like he might have inadvertently been the cause of it being there in the first place.

“I’m sorry,” you try to apologize. “I know you really wanted to...”

“Shh,” he quiets your apology, a hand coming up to softly brush a finger against your lips, resting his forehead against yours gently. “Meshla,” he breathes, unable to help the small smirk of amusement that pulls at the corners of his mouth as he observes, taking note of your breath audibly catching in the back of your throat as his finger, slow and slightly teasing, begins to lightly trace the edge of your bottom lip.

He presses his lips to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss as he affirms, “this is all I want,” he breathes in a whisper close to your ear that immediately has your whole body erupting in goosebumps.

“You,” he continues, his voice a low, husky rumble against your neck as his lips press, warm and deliberate, directly where your pulse flutters beneath them, pulling a soft, yet audible gasp out of you, that makes his lips curve up into a smile that you can feel against the skin of your neck.  “Are all I want.” 

He spends the rest of the night taking his time to prove that to you, in every way that he knows how.

*

Tech🩷

He takes note of every single bruise you get on your legs from bumping into shit all the time. 

You’re blind, it’s just an occupational hazard. You might not even notice that you have one, but he certainly does, and he’ll take care to notify you of every time you accumulate a new mark in your collection.

“There is a bruise directly above your left knee,” he observes, gentle fingers tracing over the mark with a soft frown marring his features. 

He naturally has picked up on using the language that is most helpful to describe the location of something visual to you. You didn’t even have to ask the first time you were on hands and knees on the floor, feeling around for one of your shoes. He didn’t point, and say “it’s over there,” which is just instinctive habit for most people. Instead, he had a used more specific directives like “behind you, on a slight diagonal to your right.”

“How did this happen,” he asks softly now, placing your hand directly on top of the blossoming mark on your leg.

You give him a half shrug and a rueful smile. “I don’t know,” you admit, honestly puzzled. “It happens all the time.”

From then on, he observes you closely, quickly coming to the realization that there are things that are just harder for you to look out for, and, just as quickly, doing his best to rectify each one. He’s easily able to identify a pattern of cause and effect that lead to your many bruises, bumps, and small every day accidents, and rather than being over bearing and cautious with you, he just figures out a way to remove the root of each problem entirely.

Each step on the Marauder’s gangway is suddenly marked with a long strip of brightly coloured tape at each edge, so that you can more confidently move down the steps without having to fumble to find the edge with your foot.

Low sitting caf tables in the middle of the living room, with sharp, jagged corners jutting out are suddenly pushed up against the wall, so that you don’t have to be careful while stepping around them, trying not to hit your leg off of one of them.

He makes sure that any overhead cupboards in the kitchen that are hard for you to notice until your head is colliding with their open doors, are kept securely shut, recalling a particular incident when, whilst putting away dishes, your head had caught on one of the cupboard doors, large bump blossoming on your forehead, just barely missing your eye. He had frowned, gently holding an ice pack to the swelling bump, deciding that from now then on, he would put any of the dishes away that needed to go on the top shelves. He wouldn’t budge on this, even when you tried to argue.

“Cyar,” he had said, voice stern, even as he gently took you by both of your shoulders. “I understand your need to be able to do things independently, and I respect it greatly. But, as much as you can make a light about getting bruises on your legs from these little incidents. Your head is much too important to apply that same lightness to, and I will not compromise on that so please, let me do this for you.” he had leaned down, barely brushing his lips over the bump on your head in a caring, affectionate gesture, and that had made your resolve completely crumble.

He’s also hyper aware of your systems and ways of organizing things, and it has become a habit for him to make sure that it is maintained. 

Shampoo and conditioner bottles that look almost identical with exception to the labels that isn’t much help to you are always set in a specific order for you to find in the shower. You always leave things like your wallet and your cane in the same place, and if anyone messes with these orders, it can really throw you off.

If anyone does touch or move any of your things, regardless of how insignificant, without telling you first, Tech will find out, and, especially if it’s one of his brothers, will thoroughly scold them for it, ensuring that they understand why somethings so small could be really frustrating and disorienting for you, and makes sure that they never do it again.

If you read braille, this man learns it for fun one day on a whim, and he doesn’t even tell you about it.

He’ll put away your groceries for you one day, and then you’ll be searching for something like a dinner ingredient, and find that he’s attached a braille label to the box, with completely correct use of the six dots that form the language.

When you confront him with it, he only shrugs, adjusting his goggles with a slightly confused expression.

“You sound surprised,” he observes with one raised eyebrow. “In a practical sense, this was a logical solution,” he continues, clearly unfazed by your display of shock.

“That’s not fair,” you pout, leaning against the counter and folding your arms. “If you’re going to learn braille, then you at least need to teach me some Mandoa,” you challenge.

“I was not aware that you were interested in the subject. But that is an agreeable request. What would you like to know?” He asks, looking at you questioningly.

“Like,” you bite your lip, considering, tilting your head in curiosity. “What’s that word that you always call me?” You ask. “It starts with an S? I think? Or maybe a C...c cyar?” You say, suddenly uncertain and cringing at your own pronunciation.

He straightens, suddenly grateful that you’re unable to see the blush that’s crept into his cheeks as he answers evenly. 

“Ah, yes, the word that you were saying is correct. Cyar... it means, love... or beloved,” he answers, voice going soft as he catches your hand in his, almost absently pressing his lips to the back of your knuckles briefly as you stare at him, surprised.

“You ... you love me?” You ask, hopeful and voice clearly bewildered. The smile that pulls at the corners of your lips lights up the whole room. 

Both eyebrows arch as he looks down at you, because now he’s the one who’s confused. When he responds, his voice is far less confident and sure than it usually is. It holds almost a shy, completely uncharacteristic timidness, which conveys the genuine honesty in his words when he speaks.

“Well ...cyar. of course I do. I thought it was obvious.”

*

Echo🩷 

Echo, unlike most people, understands all the aches and pains, mental and physical, that come with being disabled.

He’s sat with you on the bathroom floor, your head resting against the cool linoleum of one of the tiles on the wall after a concert. You had come home to find your head throbbing from the after affects of being surrounded by a combination of extremely loud music, a screaming crowd, and strobe lights that made you wish that you didn’t have any remaining vision at all. 

Your eyes were shut tightly, and  your heart fluttered with surprise and gratitude when, with his one functioning hand, Echo, movements slow and meticulous, carefully began to undo your hair from the tight updo it had been forced into all night. There he sat, fingers so, so gentle as they ran through your hair, undoing the tangles and soothing away some of the tight ache that had gathered at the back of your head. 

He’s careful to stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt the little bit of peace that you had found. The only thing that fell from his lips were gentle breaths and soft murmurs of “oh, sweetness, s’okay,” lips pressing the lightest kisses to your flushed cheek, the side of your aching forehead, until the painkillers had finally, finally kicked in.

If you’re a cane user, he always has his eyes peeled for the little bumps and cracks along the sidewalk.

He’s seen what happens when the tip gets caught in one of them, when the handle inevitably jabs against your stomach or ribs and the immediate discomfort on your face that follows.

He also sees the bruises that are left there afterwards, and as much as he loves gently pressing his lips to each of them, reassuring you that he’ll kiss them better, he’d rather them just not be there in the first place.

So, he always watches out for them, giving you an ample warning on ones that your cane could get caught in so that you can move it out of the way. 

He takes you to a holofilm, and you both don’t realize that it’s not available with audio description until you’re in your seats and the headset doesn’t work. He immediately turns to you, giving you a reassuring smile and offering his hand, saying “We can leave, if you want. If you’re not going to get anything out of this, we can go, and we’ll find something else to do.”

You decide to stick it out, rationalizing that you’ll still be able to get something out of the film, if not the whole story, and besides, he can catch you up on parts you didn’t understand after it’s over. 

In the end, it’s still worth it for you.  

You finish half of a bag of popcorn before commercials are even over. You’re intrigued by the movie for almost half of it, and then finally, you spend the rest of it passed out with your head resting on Echo’s shoulder, only for him to wake you, slightly chagrined, when the credits are rolling.

When you’re out of the theater, you walk together hand in hand down the street. He apologizes profusely, saying that he should have done more research. You try to laugh it off to reassure him that it was fine, because you just had one of the best naps of your life in that theater. When it’s clear that that doesn’t help, you’re turning to him, sighing with a small frown.

“Echo,” you say with a small shake of your head. “I’m the one who should be sorry, not you, love.” At his look of bewilderment, you continue. “You do so much for me already, and I’m just so, so grateful for that. It’s not always something I feel like I can repay you for.” You look away, ashamed. 

Because it’s true. He has his own set of issues and lingering problems from the injuries he sustained at the citadel. You can encourage him to do things like his physiotherapy exercises that ensures that his cybernetics are working in tandem with his body. But you can’t actually help him with them, whether it be with making modifications or repairs. It sometimes makes you feel a bit useless, because he helps you so much and you feel like you can only help him so little, and you feel like you’re just adding to his already overflowing plate sometimes.

“I know there could be easier people for you to be with,” you confess, voice quiet.

Echo stops dead at the street corner, catching your wrist to stop you from moving forward, and turning to fully face you with his brow creased in a frown.  

“Oh, Cyar’ika,” he says, voice soft, reaching out a hand to tilt your head up so that you’re looking at him. “Now who put that idea in your head, ner kar’ta?” he whispers, gazing down at you with pursed lips.

Unexpected tears spring to your eyes at his gentle tone. The truth is that you can’t place this feeling on a singular person, though people have contributed to it. Family members have made comments in passing, strangers who look at the two of you and immediately begin to judge from there own preconceived notions and outside opinions. It’s society at large, who has made you feel like your blindness is a burden to the ones you love. 

You don’t know how to say that, though. So you remain silent as Echo leans down, dropping a lingering kiss to your forehead as he whispers, “I don’t need you to make my life easier, cyar. You make my life meaningful, and that, to me, is more important. 

He rests his forehead against yours, brushing a soft kiss to your lips. “Your needs don’t make you a burden, cyar’ika. I want you to remember that. I want to make sure that they are always being met. It’s the least I can do, you understand?”

All you can do is nod, your heart in your throat. 

The next time you go see a holofilm with him, and the audio description isn’t available, Echo is prepared this time.

He still offers to leave, but when you refuse, he has a plan. In his own time, and on the occasions when you both have been watching something at home, he always makes sure the described video settings are on, for your benefit, and when he’s alone, for his.

He’s observed closely, listening and carefully paying attention to how the narrator’s go about describing things. So, when the movie starts, he leans over to you, keeping his voice low and quiet, beginning to describe to you what’s happening onscreen, careful to never interrupt any dialogue.

You stare at him, more than a little surprised. “Echo, are you going to do this for the whole film?” You ask, caught off guard and delighted all at once.

He gives you a quick nod. “Yes,” he answers matter-of-factly. “Now, be quiet and let me do it.”

True to his word, he does, staying close to you and keeping his voice quiet, so as not to disturb anyone around you. If someone still tries to shush him or gives him a dirty look for talking in the theater, he glares at them, in only the way that Echo can, until they stop.

This time, you stay awake during the whole film, watching intently, and listening to echos every word as he is meticulous in describing the visual things that you’re missing. In spite of all of the things that are different in comparison to your last date, one thing still remains the same.

You still finish the movie with your head resting on his broad shoulder, and he still looks at you like you’re the centre of his world.

*

Wrecker🩷 

The first time you make a blind joke about yourself in front of him, he’s terrified. 

Instinctively, he starts laughing, but then, registering your words, he immediately cuts himself off, not wanting to offend you, and is concerned that you’re being mean to yourself, which he will not allow. 

When you only snort at his reaction, playfully nudging him and explaining how it’s fine, because you have to make fun of the things that you are unable to change, and how it’s actually a mark of self love if you have the ability to laugh at yourself, slowly, he begins to understand. 

Soon enough, he not only readily laughs at your self deprecating humour and blind jokes, but at one point, he ends up slipping out one of his own before he can stop himself.

Again, he’s immediately apologetic and regretting his words, but when you throw back your head and laugh heartily, he feels a little less insecure and soon enough, you both have the ability to crack blind jokes with each other without missing a beat, to everyone else’s chagrin and fond amusement. 

He decides that having the ability to make you laugh, getting to watch your eyes sparkle with amusement and hearing the sounds of your joy is music to his ears, and is one of his favourite things. 

Wrecker is your number one protector. Not in a toxic, over protective way.

Even though he’s only got one functioning  eye, chances are he’s still got more vision than you, so he’s taking it upon himself to be the working set in this relationship, meaning he’s always watching out for you.

If you’ve got a guide dog, the first time he encounters it, he might have gone to pet it, but, before he did, he sees the do not interact sign, and stops short, quickly pulling back and apologizing. 

He asks questions, just to make sure he understands why it’s important, and after you explain it, he fully respects the boundaries and never forgets them, to which you are immensely thankful.

He doesn’t understand why you’re so grateful for him just doing the decent thing, until you tell him that a lot of people understand that you’re not supposed to pet the dog, but will either do it anyways, thinking that if you can’t see them doing it and they do it silently, you won’t notice, or they’ll talk in a distracting way to the animal, which is sometimes worse, and equally as distracting for the dog to work through.

This angers him, that they would take advantage of your blindness in such a disrespectful manner, and because you’ve explicitly told him that distracting your dog could potentially put you in danger, under the right circumstances.

From then on, he’s always watching.

If someone is petting your dog while it’s working, or trying to distract it, he’s right there, towering over them and glaring with his arms crossed, not so subtly pointing at the do not pet sign until they back away, stuttering and flustered.

If a child runs up to pet it, he’ll much more gently intercept them, crouching down on the ground to quietly explain to them the rules. In your experience, children are often much more respectful than adults, and watching him interact so kindly with them melts your heart every time.

Wrecker is tall. Standing at 6 feet six, it makes him not the most ideal guiding companion.

If he’s guiding you himself, sometimes, unintentionally, his elbow might knock against your head, for which he is immediately aware of, and instantly apologetic. 

He will always stop, large hands gently cradling the sides of your face as he looks you over, worried that even the slightest bump from him could leave a bruise. Regardless of what he finds, though, he’ll always lean down, dropping a kiss to your forehead with a soft, “m sorry, meshla.”

His solution to this problem, however, is a tad bit unconventional. 

When confronted with a situation where it’s just more efficient for him to guide you, for example, a street blocked off by construction, taped off areas and pylons everywhere, instead of offering you something like his hand or his wrist to hold, he simply reaches down, scoops you up into his arms and carries you over his shoulder until you’ve both cleared the obstacles together, you letting out a surprised squeak and giggling all the while.

Wrecker finds you beautiful, every day, all the time, and he is constant with his reminders of that.

As a blind person, it can be more difficult to coordinate a whole outfit, look, hair, and make up. He is so appreciative, and loves if you do that. But, if you’re one of those blind people who never learned how to do make up, who isn’t as confident in their sense of personal style, and you feel a little bit self-conscious about how much, or how little, in your opinion, effort you put into your look when you’re going out on a date with him, he will quickly assuage your fears the minute he catches wind of them.

He’s very good at detecting those days where you’re not feeling good about your appearance, just intuitively sensing when you’re having a bit of an off day, and when you could use a reminder of how beautiful and precious you are to him. He knows he can’t magically change your mind.

But he can  tell you about all the things he finds attractive about you, every day, if you need that reminder.

He’ll tell you of each one, each part of you that he finds beautiful beyond belief, while taking the time to softly caress and kiss each one, with whispered affirmations of “Such a pretty little thing,” and “You’re perfect, cyar, absolutely perfect.”

And if that’s not enough, he’ll keep going, keep moving downwards until he can look up at your beautiful face, watching from in between your parted thighs as your lips form equally beautiful noises for him.

*

Crosshair🩷 

It isn’t that Crosshair doesn’t want to help you. It’s just that, honestly, he’s a little bit hesitant to, in the beginning, fearing that he might overstep, because he places such a high value on choice, and respects your independence and autonomy to much to question you and your abilities.

He trusts that, if you need his help, you’ll come to him and ask. He also trusts that you’ve been living with blindness for a long time, maybe even since birth, and you’re aware enough to know your boundaries and limits, trusting that you’ll advocate when you need him to help with one of those limits.

Just because he doesn’t help you as much in the physical sense, does not mean he isn’t your number one advocate, because he absolutely is. 

For example, if you’re a guide dog user, and you both are going out together using a ride sharing app. If the driver refuses to let you in they’re speeder because of your service dog, he will wait patiently for you to explain, analyzing every micro expression of the driver and knowing when they’re still not listening to you, and he will step in without hesitation.

Wearing his most menacing glare, and in a voice that is deadly calm, he will absolutely read them the riot act. He knows every law regarding your guide dog, and knows just how properly to phrase them in a way that will make the driver scared, usually when he mentions the 5000 credits fine they could be sued for not denying you access 

He’s also keeping his eyes out to make sure that no one distracts your dog, and isn’t afraid to directly confront anyone who tries, saying something snarky like, “You know, maybe you’re the one who needs a guide dog, if you can’t read the don’t pet me sign that’s right in front of your face,” paired with a signature eye roll.

They always back away stuttering, and it always makes you laugh, even as you gently rebuke him, saying “Cross, that was a bit rude.”

He scowls, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him as he responds.

“And you, sweet girl, are too nice,” he purrs lowly against your ear. But, with the way that he begins to nuzzle at your neck, you don’t really think it bothers him that much.

If you’re one of those blind people who feels like asking for help is just burdening other people with your problems, and would rather risk facing the consequences by trying to do something yourself, rather than ask for help, he will find out, and he will not be pleased in the slightest. 

Your stubbornness is something that he loves about you. But if it has a tendency to go too far, especially if you’re putting yourself in harms way, that adoration will quickly turn to frustration.

For example, one time, you both were staying at a place that had a glass topped stove. 

These things are so inaccessible for blind people, it’s not even funny. But rather than admit defeat and let him cook dinner, you decided that you could figure it out, and gave it your best shot. 

Your best shot ended with you trying to line up the pot with the burner, and very quickly, receiving a searing burn on your hand from touching the heat. 

You had not anticipated it getting that hot that fast , and as you quickly pull your hand away, tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you let out a pained hiss.

““what are you doing?”

He had materialized behind you from seemingly out of nowhere, voice a silky, yet tensed coil as he reaches around you carefully, quickly flicking off the burner before long, dextrous fingers wrap  around your wrist, still gentle, even as he insistently pulls your hand away from where you’ve been clutching it to your chest, eyes keenly examining the burn with a soft frown on his face.

Wordlessly, he guides you over to the kitchen sink, hand on the small of your back, turning the water on cold and carefully placing your injured hand beneath the stream. 

Only then does he come to stand in front of you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, his expression hard as he looks down at you. 

“What were you thinking, cyar?” He grits out, voice almost a growl as he tries to understand. “Why didn’t you wait for me? I could have helped and prevented this,” he gestures to your hand. “From happening.”

You blame the trembling in your voice on the lingering throbbing ache in your hand.

“I’m s sorry. I I thought that I could figure it out. You were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you B because I’m scared that I burden you with all the help I need sometimes and.”

“Stop,” he cuts you off in one quick, decisive syllable, and you instantly fall silent.

He tilts your chin up with one hand, guiding your eyes to look at him. His lips form a thin line when he sees the glimmer of unshed tears there. When he next speaks, his voice is still firm, but there is an underlying gentleness and softening in his tone. It has lost its hard edge, and it’s protective bite.

“You are not a burden, to anyone, but especially to me.”

“But,” you try to interject, but he easily silences you, taking your face in both of his hands and cradling it gently.

“Shh, cyar, listen to me,” he says, his voice a quiet command.

“If you are a burden, then you are my burden. In the same way that I am yours.” He takes your uninjured hand in his, relaxing his fingers against yours,  allowing you to feel it’s tremors.

Oh.

It’s been so long since his hand has shaken like this. He’s worked so hard to try and work through this particular trauma, and though it hasn’t completely gone away, it only begins to tremble during moments of high stress. You flush with shame, realizing that this moment of high stress is completely on you.

“I know what you’re doing, and stop it,” he says, voice stern, squeezing your hand in a silent warning. “Look at me, cyar’ika,” he continues, voice softening.

When you do, he continues. “If we are each other’s burdens, then we take care of each other, together. Do you understand me?”

You nod, actually stunned into complete silence at his proclamation.

“Good,” he says, voice softening further. He leans forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, fingers gently caressing the side of your neck as he pulls back.

He gives you a playful nudge as he smirks.

“Don’t ever try something like that again, cyar,” he quips with a scowl. “Your eyes already don’t work, and if you lose one of your hands, you’re completely fucked.”

All the levity of the moment vanishes, and it ends with your face pulling into a smile, a soft laugh falling from your parted lips as he watches you, eyes filled with adoration.

[lunalitva]

Lorenzo Di Lamberti is the type to pull out just so he can paint your tits and face with his cum...

Then he'd thrust back in and continue fucking you.

Sorry it had to be said.

[dreamswithghosts]

Bad Batch x One Bed Trope

Prompt: You and the Bad Batch were on a mission and things went differently than planned. You and [Insert Desired Clone] got separated from the rest of the batch. You were told that they had escaped off-world and would return in one rotation to come and get you two. So you two find a motel to camp up in. Tired from the mission you accept the first room that was available and the cheapest. You two go to the room only to discover that there is only one bed. How will this pan out with the two of you have been pining for each other but not realizing it?

Notes: This is Gender Neutral friendly!

Hunter

Both of you just stand by the door shocked for a moment, taking in the room. 

"I can sleep on the floor if you want." Hunter offered first, throwing his bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

You instantly shake your head not wanting the higher-ranking sergeant to be sleeping on the floor, "No, I can't let you do that. I can sleep on the floor." 

"Don't worry about me, I've slept in worse places." Hunter was not budging. 

You had to come up with a compromise realizing he was going to be stubborn about this. You quickly realize that no matter what, you will be sleeping on the bed. 

But what if it wasn't just you in the bed? 

"Well, the bed is quite big. What if we both sleep in the bed?" 

Hunter looks genuinely surprised, but reluctantly agrees that was probably the best solution. 

Both of you get ready to go to sleep crawling into bed and keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

When the lights go out, your anxieties from today's mission start to grow in your mind. 

It doesn't take Hunter long to realize you are nowhere near falling to falling asleep.

"What's wrong?" His voice is quiet as if he had found you after one of your nightmares and the two of you were trying to keep quiet to not wake the others. 

"Do you think the others are okay?" 

"They should be fine."

The two of you talk quietly to each other about the mission and what is to come next. Quietly talking into the late hours of the night about anything and everything. 

His voice slowly calms your nerves and you start finding yourself relaxing. 

After a moment, Hunter spoke softly again, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

Hunter reached out into the darkness for you without any more words and quietly pulled you closer to him. 

You were surprised at first, but you trust him enough to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his body. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since we first met you.” He buried his nose into the nape of your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso as your legs tangled with his. 

You smile into the night, finding his hands and entwining his fingers with yours. You pressed yourself back up against him, “Me too.”

You were quick to fall asleep in his arms, Hunter falling asleep just as fast, holding onto you. 

Wrecker

"Oh, this could be fun!"

You are stunned by Wrecker's excitement that there is only one bed in this room, "What?"

"This can be like one of those sleepovers you told me about! We could stay up late and eat snacks and watch movies!"

He somehow made you laugh and feel a bit better about the whole experience. He was moving around the room excitedly putting all the gear away. 

"I'll go get some snacks! You stay here and start picking out a movie." 

"Be careful, please. They might still be out looking for us." You voiced your concern, considering you two just got finished with a mission. 

He just gave you a dazzling smile, telling you he would be fine. 

You got ready for bed, staying to one side respectfully looking through the movies to watch. 

Wrecker returned quickly, his arms full of all kinds of different foods.

He practically jumped on the bed, the frame groaning from his weight making you laugh. 

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him as he settled himself in the bed, laying out all of the snacks he managed to get. 

"Something fun." 

You nodded, eventually picking out a movie for the two of you to watch and grabbing from Wrecker's food pile to snack on your own.

Not long into the movie, you felt Wrecker's strong hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap. 

You weren't surprised at the physical affection, Wrecker being the one to show that type of affection the most. 

You relaxed into his lap, your head resting back on his shoulder. 

His warmth quickly pulled you to sleep, with Wrecker turning the movie off and wrapping his arms around you, and falling asleep with you.

Tech

You were stunned when you saw only one bed in the room. 

Tech took a moment looking between the bed and his holo pad. 

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” He stated, moving to put down everything the two of you had. 

“Do you think one of us should sleep on the floor?”

Tech paused what he was doing looking at the bed, “I don’t think that is necessary. The bed is plenty big for the both of us to have our own respective space.” 

You were honestly surprised he was so calm about the entire thing, watching him go back to putting away and organizing your and his things. 

"You don't have a problem with sleeping in the same bed with me?" 

"Why would I?" 

You had no more words for him and decided that this was okay. So you got ready for bed, settling yourself in with your own holo pad. 

Tech joined you not long, the both of you staying in silence with your own devices.

"Hey look at this," Tech said after a moment, leaning over to show you what was on his device. 

You found yourself smiling and scooting closer to Tech in the bed, "That actually reminds me of something." 

You show him something on your holo pad and before you know it the two of you are quietly sharing information with each other. 

Throughout the conversation of showing each other things from your devices, you realized the two of you got close enough in bed where his shoulder was pressed up to yours. 

Deciding to make a small leap of faith, you laid your head on his shoulder. Tech was unphased, still currently showing you what had interested him on his holo pad.

You don't know when, but you fell asleep like this, with your head on his shoulder. 

You woke up hours later to discover that Tech had fallen asleep as well. His arms wrapped around you with his cheek resting on top of your head. 

His holo pad was squished between the two of you. 

You smile feeling completely warm and comfortable, minus the hard device digging into your skin.

You carefully pull it out from between the two of you, laying his holo pad on the bed next to your own. 

You happily cuddled up closer to Tech, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek against his chest.

Echo

Both of you pause for a moment, staring at the room with only one bed. 

"I guess we can both sleep in it or would you rather I sleep on the floor?" Echo spoke after a while, "I don't mind. I've slept in worse places." 

You shook your head instantly saying no to Echo sleeping on the floor. He had already been through so much, the idea of him sleeping on the cold hard floor did not sit well with you. 

"We can sleep together. The bed is big enough." You offered. 

"Are you sure?" Your comfort was obviously the main concern for you. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." You assured him.

The two of you settle into the bed, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

Echo ends up finding the holo drama the two of you have been watching when you got some downtime. The two of you decide to watch at least one episode. 

“Oh come on. This is a classic trope. Watch, because she’s now in the hospital, he is suddenly going to tell her his feelings about her.”

“Actually I think he’s going to try to tell her, but then feel guilty because she’s hurt. So he decides against telling her. Especially if there are family members in the room.” 

You ended up being right, the both of you softly laughing over the whole thing. 

You started to feel cold, wrapping the blanket around you and starting to shiver, and Echo noticed.

“Are you cold?” He sounds concerned. You shake your head no, but then your body betrays you and starts to shiver. 

Echo reaches over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and pulling you to him. His legs are surprisingly warm, the machinery of his legs under covers staying warm compared to when you’ve felt them out on a mission and they were cold. 

“You’re like a heater.” You muttered instantly curling up against him seeking out his warmth.

“Yeah. It surprised me too. My guess is when I’m covered, the airflow seems to get circulated less thus heat. Almost like if you leave a computer on while running a program that's intensive on the CPU.”

“I guess that makes sense. Have you ever overheated?”

Echo shook his head no. 

The two of you focused back on the holo drama you were watching. Once the first episode was over, Echo asked if you wanted to watch another. 

You fell asleep curled up against Echo’s side with your head on his shoulder watching the second episode. Echo was quick to follow suit with his arms wrapped around you.

Crosshair

“Well I guess you are going to be sleeping on the floor,” Crosshair teased the second he saw that there was only one bed in the room. 

“What? No! You are the one who’s going to sleep on the floor.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed!”

“Well, I guess we will have to sleep together then,” Crosshair smirked, putting his things away first and then moving to help you, by just taking your things. 

“Fine.” You huffed already tired from the mission today. You would rather have fewer arguments, “Just don’t get handsy with me. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Been around more than you have.” 

“Oh, and that makes you a better person?”

Crosshair just snorts in response. He starts getting ready for bed and you decide to follow his lead. 

The two of you get into the bed, keeping a fair distance between each other. 

“Well, goodnight then.” you sigh and turn off the lights, settling yourself in under the covers. You just hear a small grunt from Crosshair.

It takes you a little to fall asleep, but you eventually do. It was a lot faster than normal considering the fact you had another person in the bed with you. 

In the middle of the night, you wake up feeling a lot warmer. Actually, you feel really warm. 

Throughout the night, Crosshair had inched his way over to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your torso. He held onto you like you were a lifeline in his sleep. 

You found yourself smiling and slowly wrapping your arms around him as well, feeling very comfortable with him here like this with you. You quickly fall back asleep, hugging him to your chest.

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