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jedipoodoo · 2 months

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Liz,,,, I have,,,, a mighty need. Firstly, I read and reread your fics ALL the time, you are solely responsible for introducing to and making me obsessed with the bad batch, congrats.

I’m on an Echo kick. And there’s,,,not,,,any,,,,pregnant reader fics with him😭😭

Pre-citadel with ba’vodu Fives, post citadel with clingy over concerned ptsd!papa echo,,, I need it😭

Do you want me to flood your inbox with headcanons because I can flood your inbox with headcanons

YOU HAVE INFECTED MYSELF WITH THE MIGHTY NEED NOW I WILL TAKE ANY AND ALL HEADCANONS OF PAPA ECHO

Back to You (Echo x Mom!Reader)

Notes: No warnings, sick child, discussion of death, female reader. The Pergil lullaby is from @marierg. Not beta read, I wrote half of this in a fitful haze as soon as I got this ask, promptly lost it all by hitting the wrong button and couldn't recover it, and then re-wrote it in an even sleepier, more fitful haze. Divider by @stars-n-spice

You shifted your hold on your toddler to keep him from slipping out of your arms, gently bouncing him as he cried, hoping it would help him go back to sleep. It had been two days without sleep, so you were willing to try anything

"Oh baby pergil, little baby pergil, flying through the sky..." You murmured beneath your breath. This was your fifth time singing through the song, but it seemed to be working,

And then your comm began to glow with an impending message.

It was one in the morning, but you were too tired to wonder who could be calling you at this hour. Plus, you could use the distraction.

"H'lo?" You asked.

"Are you sitting down?" It was Kix. Dr. "Medical comes before sleep", who would turn right around and scold you for not getting what sleep you could get with a baby.

Fives was starting to fuss, now that you weren't serenading him. "I can't, I just got Iv'ika to calm down, and if I sit down it'll make it worse."

"Look, I've got something important to tell you, and I really think that you should sit down before-"

"Is someone dead or dying?" You asked.

"For once, no," Kix laughed half-heartedly, "Are you sitting-"

"Are you gonna tell me whatever this is or not?"

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the comm.

"We found Echo."

Your stomach twisted, pushing everything out f your stomach and up your throat, threatening to make you vomit.

"Don't- don't- don't you dare joke about that," You snapped. The sudden sharpness in your tone made Fives cry out.

"I'm not joking, look-"

"Did Jesse put you up to this?" You demanded as your eyes began to sting with more than just the lack of sleep, "Tell him he's a mir'sheb-"

"Jesse doesn't even know yet! Rex told me to-"

"You're all a bunch of miserable old men, and I never want to speak to any of you ever again."

You hung up before Kix could hear you sob. Fives was already crying, and you had to be strong for him, like you had for his whole life.

You held your son tightly, caressing his sweaty hair while you focused on singing lullabies, not about the dead father of your child. In your hand, your comm kept buzzing as Kix and even Jesse tried to call you back. Until finally, you blocked them, and Rex too for good measure, not even bothering to read the messages they tried to send you.

Fives fell asleep about an hour later, and you pondered your reaction.

Rex and Kix weren't the type to play pranks in the middle of the night, and Jesse might have been a bit of an arse, but he wouldn't prank you like this, would he? Not even Fives would have gone that far, especially not when it came to the life of a beloved brother.

Could Echo really be alive?

You'd have to worry about that later. Fives was asleep, and you had work in a couple hours. You had to try and get some sleep while the opportunity was fresh.

Your woke to the smell of your mother making breakfast. She immediately came in and took Fives from your arms, cooing to her grandson while she changed his diaper. You took a quick shower and smeared on some makeup to cover the dark circles under your eyes. When you stepped out of the refresher to get dressed, your mother was singing one of the lullabies she always used to sing to you.

"I think his fever's broken," She smiled at you, and you felt a bit of the huge weight lifted off your shoulders.

"Be good for Nana, okay?" You told Fives. He was a bit fussy, but nowhere near how he was last night. You could breathe easy at the office, even though you were almost late, and let yourself focus on fielding calls from agitated customers and filling out the proper files for each complaint.

You were still exhausted, though, so as you made a fresh pot of caff your mind wandered back to Kix's comm last night. You should really just apologize to him, but you felt so embarrassed. Ever since Echo died, the boys of the 501st had been there for you. Holding your hair back while you threw up from morning sickness and learning how to cook so that you could nap and have a proper meal when you woke up. In the end, pride kept you from unblocking them then and there, but as you made your way back to your desk with a cup of caff, your mother commed you.

"Mom, is everything okay?"

"Honey, there's a group of clones here to see you. lots of them."

A shiver ran through you and you groaned. You were gonna get an earful from all of them, weren't you.

"Tell them I'm on my way. I'll be there in a minute."

"Do I have to let them in?"

You paused. Your mom could be blunt from time to time. She was a wonderful mother and an even better grandmother, but she still wasn't used to the idea that you'd had a child with a clone. Having been a single mother herself, she got protective real fast. It was probably best that they stayed outside.

You apologized profusely to your boss for leaving early, and ended up playing the desperate single mother card. The sloppy makeup job and the faint perfume of sick baby that was following you everywhere as of late certainly helped sell the act.

When you got to your apartment, Rex, Kix, and Jesse were waiting, along with six other troopers. Four of them wore dark gray armor, while two had armor that was more white like the standard trooper armor.

One of those troopers looked at you with wide eyes, and you couldn't blame him. You had to look as much like a ghost as he did. He had the same nose shape and facial structure as all the other clones, but he was incredibly emaciated and pale. His white armor looked to be the kind that they gave civilians in the field, and it was clearly padded out in some places to help him fill out the bodysuit.

"Did you have to bring everyone and scare my mom half to death?" You sighed to Rex.

"Hey, they insisted," Jesse waved to the squad of new troopers dismissively and held out his arms for a hug. Given everything that had happened in the last few days, you accepted the comforting embrace without question.

"We tried comming you to tell you we were coming, but for some reason our messages won't go through," Rex placed his hand on his hip, all business.

You folded your arms and glared at Kix. "That'll happen when you call someone at midnight to pull their leg."

"I wasn't pulling your leg!" Kix sighed in exasperation and grabbed the emaciated trooper's arm, pulling him to stand in front of you.

You took a step back, "Um, hi?"

"Hi," He said softly. He coughed to clear his throat and repeated the greeting in a firmer tone.

"Well, what do you want?" You asked, oblivious to the revelation that was right in front of you.

Rex sighed, "You'll remember Echo, right?"

You stopped. you looked the emaciated trooper up and down, but refused to look him in the eyes.

"Rex," You took a deep breath, "Please don't do this to me. Not today-"

"But it's him!" Jesse exclaimed, "We found him and rescued him on Anaxes!"

"We?" One of the dark-armored troopers demanded, flicking a toothpick at Jesse.

"Well it's easier than explaining ev- Is it really so hard to believe that after everything karked-up that's happened to us, something good might have actually happened?"

"Boys," Rex said sharply. He nodded down the hall, and most of your little group ambled off to give you some distance.

"Cyare..." The trooper who everyone said was Echo reached out his right hand towards you, then returned it to his side. It wasn't much of a hand anymore, there was a scomplink attachment in its place.

"Cyar'ika, you're trembling," He noticed, a hint of terror in his voice. You kept your eyes on the floor. He was one to speak, how could he even stand on those wobbling legs?

His helmet fell on the floor as his left hand--still a hand--came up to cradle your cheek, wiping away a single tear.

Don't cry, you told yourself, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

With that tender touch, you finally allowed yourself to look him in the eyes.

A million men had the same brown eyes as Echo, but none of them shone when they looked at you like Echo's did.

"Prove it. Tell me something I've never told anyone el-"

"You talk in your sleep. It's probably because you need a cup of tea before you go to bed."

Your breath caught in your throat.

"I wanted to name our son after Fives, but you said he'd get to big a head about it."

You managed a laugh, "He did get a big head about it."

Echo chuckled, and the scomp on his right arm rested against your arm as he pulled you closer.

"I told you I wanted to marry you as soon as the war was over, and you tried to convince me to move it up until after my last mission."

You gasped out a sob, wiping your runny nose on the sleeve of your blouse. Echo wrapped his arms around you, and you pulled him even closer.

"So you really named him after Fives?" Echo gasped, pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

You squeezed him as tightly as you dared. When you hugged him before he left for the citadel, Your arms almost couldn't make their way around him. Now you feared that if you held him the wrong way, he'd snap like a twig.

"It was what you wanted, what else was I supposed to name him?"

Echo took your chin in his hand, fiercely pressing a kiss to your lips. You could feel a year and a half's worth of loneliness and longing behind the passion in that kiss. All the fear, pain, and isolation the both of you had felt without each other. You almost couldn't bring yourself to stop kissing him. If you stopped kissing him you thought you might wake up in the middle of the night with your crying baby on your chest.

"I want to meet him," Echo said in between kisses.

Your heart fluttered. Echo was going to meet his son. Fives was finally going to meet his dad.

"Yes, yes," You gasped, and grasped his hand, pulling him into your apartment. It was almost exactly the same as the last time he'd been there, with the exception of all the baby toys strewn about and the holos of you and Fives hanging on the wall.

Your mother was in the kitchen, spatula in hand, making dinner and watching the door at the same time.

"Where's Fives?" You asked her.

"He's asleep, but-"

You ignored her protests and brought Echo into your room.

Fives was just waking up when you opened the door. He'd lost his pacifier while tossing and turning, but that allowed Echo's first view of his son to be the big, wide-toothed smile he gave you.

"Hello precious boy!" You swooped across the room and swept him into your arms. He had a bit of a cowlick from the way he'd slept, and you tried to smooth it back, but it didn't do much.

"Fiv'ika, there's someone you need to meet," You whispered calmly, "Can you be a good boy for mama?"

Fives didn't say anything, but he buried his face into your neck, cooing softly.

You brought him over to Echo, who stood in the bedroom doorway, spellbound at the sight of the two of you. You had never been able to see how Little Fives' eyes looked exactly like Echo's, but now that you had them next to each other, the likeness was unmistakable.

"I...I don't know if I can hold him," Echo held out his arms. You could see his heart, struggling not to break as he watched you cuddle your son. Your son. Yours and Echo's. A proper family now.

"Sit on the bed," you nodded. Echo did so, and you pushed him back against the pillows so that you could lay Fives on his chest.

Fives blinked his dark brown eyes at Echo, drinking in the not-so-stranger's face. Echo stayed as still as possible, like a sniper in wait. The baby wasn't as heavy as he expected, and he was scared to hurt him. His hands were made for combat and firing weapons, no for child rearing.

Fives' head dropped suddenly, his forehead smacking against Echo's collarbone.

"Yow!" Echo gasped in surprise, but Fives wasn't upset. He rubbed his face against Echo's neck, just like he had with you.

"He likes you," You said, lying next to Echo. You placed your hand on his upper arm and squeezed.

"He likes me?" Echo asked.

"He does," You whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, "And guess what?"

"What?" there was a hint of fear in Echo's voice. Today had already been a very long day for the both of you.

You rested your head on Echo's shoulder, close enough that you could press a kiss to Fives' dark curls.

"I like you too."

#clone babies #lizart writes #echo x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #clone wars echo x reader #tbb echo x reader #mom reader

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nahoney22 · 11 months

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Hey, not sure if requests are still open, it’s ok if not, but I had an thought: which of the Bad Batch members are big spoons, and which are little spoons?

Big Spoons, Little Spoons

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

warnings: none, just fluffy goodness. Not proofread. Established relationships, gender neutral reader.

authors note: sorry for the wait @peregrine-the-jedi ♥️ I think I should post some fluff after that last angsty request.

Echo

Pre-citadel Echo would definitely strike me as someone who would love to be a big spoon, feeling protective and strong as you slept in his arms.

But after, I think he would be neither or big or little spoon. I think him and his other half would lay facing each other, entwined in each others embrace. That way he feels protective with just a hint of vulnerability. It’s not a surprise that Echo sometimes has nightmares which gives you the notion of holding him close, kissing his skin delicately as you help him through it.

He’s a little hesitant with cuddling at first because of his prosthetics but he eases into this type of affection rather quickly. Especially if it’s with someone like you.

Wrecker

Big softie here is always typically the big spoon with his other half. There isn’t many people his size who could easily spoon him and so he settles with being the big spoon. He enjoys it however, holding you close and resting his chin atop of your head as you both lay and watch a holomovie together.

However, you can tell he’s just itching to be the little spoon sometimes and that’s okay!

After a rough mission you would find him in his bunk facing away from everyone and just trying to relax which gives you the perfect chance to scoot in behind him, wrapping your arms around him. You nestle into his back, and feel him take your hand, kissing it softly.

If he ever feels like he’s going to roll back and crush you, he moves carefully and brings you atop of him, letting you sleep across his chest. He’s probably the best to cuddle.

Hunter

Hunter likes being the big spoon. He loves nestling his face into the back of his other half’s neck, embracing your scent and lets all the worries of war fade away. He does worry about his senses at first but finds it incredible relaxing, especially when he can hold his hands to your chest and feel your heartbeat.

He feels strong, masculine and protective being the big spoon and knows he can easily sprint into action if need be without disturbing you.

If you ever offer for him to be the little spoon he laughs at the idea and shakes his head, though does wonder what it would be like. But for the moment, he likes to be the big spoon so he can keep an eye on you and simultaneously everyone/thing around him.

Tech

Little. Spoon.

I feel like Tech would opt to be a little spoon for a countless amounts of reasons after research but the one that comes to my head is that he loves the feeling of someone hugging him whilst he can fiddle about with his data pad and keep working.

He makes sure he’s somewhat cuddling you too wether it be having your legs entwined or having your arm around his upper half of his torso so he can lean down and easily kiss your arms and hands.

But, when it’s time to wind down, he makes no fuss of setting his device down and turning around to face you, keeping you flushed to his chest as he dozes off with his head perched ontop of yours - snoring away gently.

Crosshair

Pre-Imperial Crosshair is adamant that he would never, ever, be the little spoon. To be fair, it’s a surprise he’s willing to cuddle anyway as he isn’t exactly one for touching. But with you, he makes an exception.

He’d go ‘is this it?’ the first time you suggested him to cuddle you from behind, earning him and eyeroll and a playful jab. He’d much rather be doing something else but, he saw how happy and content it made you.

After a few more times, he eased into it and would frown when you don’t lay a particular way so he can’t spoon you which just lifts your heart. Meanie pants is a softie really.

But once he’s rescued from the Empire, he goes back to his reclusive self. However, does not shy away this time from being the little spoon. He needs that comfort.

Masterlist

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#nahoney22 writes #bad batch cuddles #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #tbb x reader #the bad batch #echo bad batch #crosshair bad batch #tech bad batch #Hunter bad batch #wrecker bad batch

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moodymisty · 2 years

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✨Clones and how they act with a crush; A Guide✨

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3]

Authors note: I'm stuck in a hotel for the weekend, so enjoy my cabin fever musings

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Tech/Fem!Reader, Echo/Fem!Reader, Wrecker/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, other than Cross being a little twit

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter finds himself trying to change his tone of voice around you; Coughing nervously far too often.

He doesn't like using the 'stalwart sergeant' tone when speaking to you; It makes him feel like you're just another soldier he needs to give orders to. Instead he's softer, his head tilted slightly forward like he's perpetually telling you a secret.

He's just trying to be gentler, softly laying a hand on your shoulder; Which makes him incredibly out of his element.

But he's doing his best, trying to soften sharp edges to dull corners so they don't cut you. One day he's going to tell you, he just keeps trying to find the right time.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo pre-Citadel would’ve probably asked you out, even if he stuttered a mess while doing it.

Post-citadel? Echo finds it hard to believe that this type of love was in the cards for him. He's all hard edges and pale skin and metal now, with a face like a million others.

So he just, pushes it down so deep he almost forgets about it; Until you smile at him, really smile, and they come up faster than water from a burst pipe.

Echo is nervous; He knows you don’t mind him at all, friends he'd dare say, but what if that’s as far as you’ll go? What if he mucks up something that's working just fine?

To compensate he goes distant; Quiet and immersed in tasks to try and stop seeing signs he thinks aren't there. He hates that it makes you think you did something wrong, but he finds It better than having his tongue constantly tied, thinking about what he thinks he can't have.

✦ Tech ✦

Tech doesn’t change. But he also very much does.

Provided you don’t wreck anything, you can largely get away with things his brothers can't.

Want to put your feet up? Sure. Decide to decorate your bunk with stickers and doodles? Tech might lament how hard they're going to be to get off, but he bites his tongue.

Tech sees his worth in helping others(as much as it might become a problem) and he's fixed up most of the things you own; Just shrugging you off when you profusely thank him.

Crosshair however finds it hilarious how much of a pushover Tech becomes whenever you're around, and even the rest of them have to admit it is kinda funny to watch.

The worst thing is now the Batch keeps relaying random tasks through you, joking about how 'he'll only do it if you ask'.

Tech really needs to figure out how to talk to you, before one of these dolts ends up doing it for him.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair is like a playground bully. He gets ruder, more standoffish, trying to get on your nerves. It's infuriating, and almost not worth dealing with, until you realize the game he's playing.

Crosshair wants to be chased; He wants you to come to him, to stomp your foot and demand he listen to you and whatever, he might as well. He doesn't want to be the one to open up emotionally.

Though he may be even more of a jerk to you than others, he gives in easier too, smirking at your expression as you tell him to shut his trap.

It starts being more entertaining when you realize he doesn't mean most of what he says, and you can just roll your eyes.

✦ Wrecker ✦

Wrecker is largely the same; He's just as playful, just as outgoing, his laughs are just as loud as ever.

Though they now trail off softer, and more shy; As he looks at you expectedly. He wants to make you laugh just as hard, to see you smile just as wide.

As making people happy is the way Wrecker shows he loves them, and he loves you so much already- he wants nothing more than to make you feel a fraction of how he does.

It ends up making him sometimes stumble over his own feet, both literally and figuratively, becoming your lumbering shadow. A giant shadow, one that might be a bit suffocating if he wasn't so obviously keen; Handing you yet another sweet little thing that had made him think of you.

✦ Rex ✦

Bonus!(*spills pictures of Rex* Oh no I mean-oh god, my simping-oh jesus *frantically cleaning them up* it's everywhere-)

Rex is a valiant and headstrong Captain, with a great mind for both strategy and actual combat alike.

Rex is also GAR's worst liar; And the very moment Rex has a crush, everyone who knows him even a little bit is aware that something's up.

He's distracted when not on an immediately important task, the busybody is now suddenly taking full use of his shore leave, and he has a bracelet hidden under his wrist armor that he can never quite explain where it's from.

The secret lasts a grand total of maybe two months at most before he's caught sending a voice message or 'sneaking off' (how could someone as smart as Rex be so obvious while trying to be sneaky) and the entire jig is up.

Once it is, he gains enough wingmen to form a flock; And he has to threaten each and every one of them to not ask you out on a date for him.

#tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #mywriting #hunter x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #echo x reader #rex x reader #captain rex x reader #hunter/reader #tech/reader #crosshair/reader #reader #reader insert

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sand-boxed · 29 days

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echo is such a good character. theoretically at least. actually the definition of wasted potential hes the most interesting member of cf99 and hes barely in the show im sobbing.

i wish there was actual buildup to echo leaving or something showing his dissatisfaction with being in the batch. like something about having to kill his brothers, or even with the whole being sold as a droid thing which i know its a haha funny bit but that shit was actually so fucked up ???? we dont talk about that one enough that was so insane of hunter 😭😭 if u think abt his backstory then it makes more sense but theres barely anything in his behavior that suggests conflict with his own goals and the interests of his team by the time he leaves. ig its also one of the issues is that the show doesnt have enough time. maybe echo should have left later on in the show or something but i can also think of some midder episodes that are just hunter and omega but again that could have been replaced to give this guy or wrecker some actual characterization. no shade to them ( kinda bc most of the best episodes are the ones where theyre not there) but save some for the rest of us bc they dont need half the show do they

also istg they (writers and the batch ) forgot echo used to be a "reg" i feel like its so strange for the batch to be all pissy abt reg clones and have a weird superiority complex early on in the show when like. echo is there he was once one of them and now hes not. theres so much the writers could have done to tackle echos feelings abt being othered by the reg clones and inadvertently ostracized by his team. theres so much he probably sees different from thebatch bc of their separate upbringings where echo was part of a collective and the batch were singled out as individuals. does he view killing other clones in a different light bc he was also the type to follow orders blindly once??? how does he feel abt the chips as a pow that spent around a year unable to control his thoughts, having his mind stolen from him??

something i wanted for his character was for him to have a connection pre-citadel that he loses during his time being frozen bc he would have to cope with that loss and adapt to the batch at the same time. yes this is another excuse for me to talk abt fives but who else. echo doesnt talk to anyone except him in basically every scene b4 the citadel. echo feeling messed up abt it bc just all of a sudden his world has been turned upside down and all he can do is move on. thats absolutely terrifying to think about bc the war has taken away most of everyone hes ever known. there was no goodbye, nothing for him, they were just here one moment and gone the next for him. too bad we dont get to see any of it lmaoooo

#star wars #echo #tbb echo #rant post #yapping #the clone wars #the bad batch #aspen articulates #pls tell me if u feel the same way #im gonna go insane #sigh #want to talk to the showrunners so badly

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techs-goggles9902 · 30 days

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Hello! a couple things

1 youre so freakin awesome and i love your writing

2 what does your nickname ge'tal mean?

3 are you willing to write something sweet and fluffy for fives x reader x echo?? like theyre not dating each other just both dating reader and its all lovey and completely okay w everyone if not maybe just echo x reader? 👉👈

Mr. Echolocation (Echo x GN!Reader)

Summary: Echo’s on leave (thank Maker)

Warnings: none just fluff. THIS CAN BE EITHER PRE OR POST CITADEL ECHO

Word Count: 484

A/N: Hi!!! I wish I know who you are, anon!! 1) THANK YOU 2) Ge’tal means “red” in Mando’a and my pookie bear Jamie AKA Ka’ra named me that 😊 3) okay, I spent a long time simmering on this. I’m comfy writing it but I’m not sure how and I don’t want to give you a crap story so I chose the latter option 🥺 I’m sorry though!!! I’ve been dealing with stomach and leg issues so I’m really sorry I took a while to answer :(

Requests are open! See Masterlist for details!!!!

Echo’s fingers drum against his chest softly, the only sound other than your quiet snoring. He returned from his latest mission yesterday afternoon, spoiling you with so many loving kisses.

His hazel eyes drift over to you. The gentle curvature of your figure nestled beneath your bed sheets brought a warm feeling to Echo’s chest. He slowly turns onto his side to face you, bringing his warm hand to your cheek, brushing over the bone.

“Cyare… are you awake?” He whispers, soft enough that if you were still sleeping, he wouldn’t wake you.

“Mmmm… no,” you reply, your voice laced with sleep. Your eyes crack open to find Echo’s staring at yours through the darkness.

“Oh, okay,” he grins, his thumb brushing over your soft lips.

“Mr. Echolocation, it’s barely tomorrow… why’re you awake?” You ask as he pulls you closer and curls a leg around your own.

“I didn’t wanna sleep… ‘cause then I’ll miss out on time with you,” his eyes look so innocent, his eyebrows just barely knitting together and turning up in the middle. His little pout that always makes you fold during arguments or spats.

His gentle fingers gliding along your soft skin, down your cheek, tracing your Adam’s apple, tugging slightly at the collar of your sleep shirt.

“You may be here today, gone tomorrow… but it’s the fact you made it home, no?” You groggily mumble, this time pulling him closer and burying your face in the warmth of his neck.

“Yeah… home to you.’ He presses a kiss to the top of your head, your hair ticking his lips.

“Go to sleep… we have tomorrow to have fun.”

”Is that an order?”

”Yes, it is, Mr. Echolocation.”

A soft chuckle leaves Echo’s lips as his breathing becomes more and more even and quieter.

How you managed to escape Echo’s grasp, you have no idea. The man barely moves in his sleep, his arms never releasing you throughout the night. You would’ve stayed in bed longer, just to watch him get quality rest for once.

The way his ARC Trooper expression softens in sleep, the tight muscles finally smoothing back into his skin, makes your heart melt. Even thinking about it makes a small grin creep onto your lips as you stand at your stove to make breakfast - real breakfast.

You’re so lost in thought you don’t hear the soft footsteps behind you. You only come out of your trance when you feel Echo’s arms snaking around your waist from behind, his chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“You left me, cyare… wake me up next time.”

“No, you need the sleep, Echo. Plus, you’re cute in the mornings.”

”What, I’m not cute all the time?”

”Oh, you…”

His gruff - yet warm - chuckle sends a ripple down your throat and through the vertebrae of your spine.

“I love you, cyare.”

”I love you, Mr. Echolocation.”

Cyare = beloved [sha-rey]

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echoedcrosshairs · 11 months

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Anatomically Defective - Echo x Fem Reader

Summary: Pre-Order 66 the boys walk into 79’s to blow steam and you catch Echo’s eye 🩶Smut with a Fluff Plot♥️

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, Toy, Echo’s history, drinking, self conscious Echo (esteem issues), 69, oral (f receiving)

word count: 4852

Part Two

"I'm going to talk to her if you don't make up your mind," Crosshair scoffed watching his brother stare longingly at the pretty girl at the counter.

"You're not her type," the bar tender laughed at Crosshair setting down another round of drinks, "I haven't seen her go home with just anyone and you come on very strong," he said walking away chucking more, "Refill, love?" the bartender said tapping your shoulder showing you a blue drink in perfect view of the squad behind him.

"Thanks, Arthur," you said deliciously eyeing the mysterious drink and the group of men staring at you, "Did that on purpose didn't ya?" you laughed lowly so they couldn't hear.

"The frosty one, Crosshair is kind of an ass but the ladies never shut up about him afterwards, but you might like the half droid, Echo. Nice Trooper, one track mind for duty though," he admitted walking back around the bar, "just thought I'd point them out."

"Their clones?" You asked dumbfounded trying and failing to keep yourself from looking at them one more time before wide mouth gawking at him.

"It surprised me too when I found out, but the it explains why they all got the same brown color."

Actually Echo's eyes are more golden then brown, "Tell me about Echo," you asked looking back at him again before downing the dangerously sweet drink.

"War hero of the citadel rescue and Anaxes, blown up trying to defend the ship, captured, revived then experimented on, rescued and then got right back into the fight... and helped finally defeat Trench. I honestly don't know much more then that, I never met him pre... blown up," he admitted, "I think you'll get along."

"Give him one of these on my behalf," you said swirling the empty glass, "Also, another one if you kindly have the time."

"Echo," Arthur said setting down the glass, "It's from Y/N, but I know you know that because you watched me make both of them."

"Are you serious?" Crosshair said watching Arthur setting the matching drink down in front of Echo, "You're barely human and don't even have a-"

"Percentage wise he is correct about the first part. To think of it, I don't think Echo has had relations since he went-" Tech paused "boom. Is pleasure even plausible given the lack of anatomical parts?"

"I don't want to know," Arthur said excusing himself and walking around the bar, quickly pouring himself a shot and downing it, "Don't eveeen want to know."

"What?" You asked taking a sip of the drink, eyeing him cautiously.

"Nothing... nothing at all."

You roll your eyes at him. He leaves you to go poor drinks for a couple other regulars clients at the other end of the counter. It was so far a peaceful night, to early for the rowdy troopers to show up and but late enough for the regular fun ones to show up. You finished the drink, eyed Echo who was still staring at the drink. Well I don't think he's that interested, he hasn't even had a sip of it. You set the drink on the counter along with a few credits and made your way over to the slowly filling dance floor.

"Block!" You said running into the robot DJ getting groovy on the dance floor, grabbing him one of the girls could, "Mind if I cut in?"

"Hello, Y/N. Are you enjoying tonight's musical selection? I thought the alternating between slow and fast would create an interesting rhythm."

The song switched into a slow one, he reached out coldly and grabbed your hand, "I actually really like it, it's creating a dynamic atmosphere. It is most excellent," you said enjoying the dance, "Although it looks like some people don't understand it."

"As protocol dictates I must ask that I return to my post and adjust according, did you enjoy the dance?" Block asked.

"I did, thank you," you said letting go.

You laughed watching him walk away noticing eyes on your back, you ignored them and sat yourself in the dark corner of the bar furthest from them. You watched the dance floor in anticipation watching everyone enjoy the build up and the fall of music. The erotic dancing then fade into adorning swaying, watching the confused troopers was kind of fun. Arthur put another blue drink in-front of you saying it's on the house and apologized for being turned down. You told him it's okay, the night was young.

Echo watched her slide her empty drink towards the lip of the table and brought his gaze back to the glass. His brother's had a point, what could a girl like that want with a mess like him. Tech's words were cutting into him like a vibro blade, It's true I haven't been with a woman since, it's not that I don't want too... I just don't know if I can and she'd have to be very special to understand. He brought his eyes up noticing you were gone.

"She's with the DJ droid on the dance floor talking about the music selection," Hunter said finding you immediately, "Why didn't you go over there?"

"He's not a man that's why," Crosshair scoffed taking a drink, "Maybe I'll give it a shot," he said putting the glass down trying to stand up before Wrecker pulled him back down.

"Don't even think about it," Wrecker said with a yank.

Hunter was still staring at a silent Echo waiting. They looked to each other often for decisions but he didn't seem to trust him to go after it, "The girl showed interest in you and is over there dancing with a droid. I don't think the rest of us are her type," he said trying to encourage him, nonchalantly pointing at where you and Block were noticeable, "I would if I was you."

Echo watched Block nod at you before retaking his station. He looked at Hunter who gave him a nod. He got up which got him an off handed comment from Crosshair, You can keep her entertained and I can dick her down, which got him a loud thud of a punch from Wrecker. Echo scowled leaving the table, 'Was that a completely necessary comment?' he heard Tech say. Echo searched the booths for your face but the bright blue liquid at the end bar caught his attention.

"On the house. Don't know if he's just self conscious or more of droid then he appears to be, next time I won't try to help."

He watched you pick up the glass and swirling it watching the blue sparkle dance, "The night's young, won't let being turned down effect my night."

Echo watched you take a drink, looking around but didn't seem to notice him before looking down back at the glass. It is effecting you. What am I doing? Echo shook his head, took a breath trying to talk himself into walking up over when he left a shove behind him. 'Go' Crosshair hissed at him before stalking off. Oh, he was just trying to make me. Asshole.

"Sorry about that," Echo said shocking you causing you to shake a little and your drink slipped on you, "Fark I am so sorry," he said reaching and grabbing you some napkins. This is what I was afraid of, idiot, idiot, idiot.

"It's just a dress," you laughed blotting up the tiny spill, "I didn't even see you walk up," you said putting the wet napkins on the counter, "changed your mind?" you asked giving him a side glance looking at the sunken expression on his face before wiping up the counter.

"I just haven't had anyone take an interest in me since," Echo said raising his data port arm and sliding into the stool, "I am actually flattered."

"Really?" You said wide eyeing him, you looked at him closer. Sure he was paler, had a cyber connection relay system around his head but he still was insanely beautiful, everything else was just a bonus, "You're one of the cutest guys who's walked in here for a long time."

"She'd know, spends all of her free time here," Arthur laughed putting a glass infront of Echo.

"Dude... I live next door," you laughed.

"I just like giving you a bad time, keep this up though I might as well put you on the civvie payroll," he laughed walking away, "Don't make me regret this."

Your face flushed red, you put your hand over your check to try to cover it when you looked him equally as red but not bothering to try to hide it. You giggled a little bit removing your hand and putting both of them on the counter instead, "So what's with Frosty's glare?" You said noticing Crosshair looking in your direction.

"Crosshair? That's just his face."

"Not my type," you laughed winking at him making the glare worse.

"Got a thing for droids?" Echo asked nervously.

"What gave it away?" You laughed more thinking it was a joke, noticing the serious and the solemn look on his face observing you, "Oh, that wasn't a joke to you. I'm sorry. No, I don't like guys who think they can get anyone. Anyway he looks like a piece of work and not pleasant to be around."

"He's not," he laughed, it was warm like a planet that had two suns, "But he did shove me over here and in his own way told me to give it a shot. Sorry I saw you with Block and kind of assumed plus," Echo gave a small forced chuckle raising the arm again.

"Block? Maybe if his interface was better, at least I know he's reliable. Arthur wasn't kidding though, I spend a lot of time here so sometimes I give my input on the music when crowd watching especially when he changes it up and they don't seem to like it."

"Wait so you DO have a thing for droids?" He asked wide eyed with a smile this time.

"Guess I'll have to figure what out you are," you smiled into your drink sipping on it, "But that doesn't matter, it's who you are that matters. Nothing else matters, to me at least."

Echo's smile got bigger, maybe someone who actually sees me, "I liked that."

"Sooooo, how's it going," Wrecker asked tapping Hunter for his attention.

"I like her," Hunter said pulling his attention back to the squad, "She's definitely different."

"Excuse me, I'll be back momentarily. I- forgot something on the ship," Tech said drinking the drink and getting up.

"You? Forget something? Funny" Crosshair chuckled eyeing them at the end of bar.

"About you tell me about yourself," you smiled at him.

"Not to much to say that isn't easy information to find, I'm CT-1409, Echo. I was apart of Domino squad-" he started before you cut him off.

"That's not what I meant, how did you get the name Echo? What do you like to do in your free time? Favourite battle droid to fight, normal stuff."

"Normal stuff? Back when I was a shiny, I use to repeat every order given so I became Echo, hated it for the longest time but now I think it is the most perfect name my brothers could have given me."

"Oh," you asked turning your seat towards him.

"I'm the only echo left of Domino squad, last one still standing all of my brothers... gone. Echo of a man... I don't know, it just fits. For fun I use to enjoy reading regulation manuals, that's kind of boring to most people."

"It's... a beautifully poetic name," you said stunned, "as for the manuals, it just proves you've always been smart. People forgot knowledge comes from text just as it does from experience."

"What about you?" He asked.

You told Echo about yourself, his eyes seemed to continuously get more and more golden. He hung on every word you said time to time asking questions. Unlike other guys he seemed genuine and wasn't obviously undressing you with his eyes. Although I wouldn't mind if he did.

"Do you want to dance?" You asked, the liquid courage taking effect.

Echo stared down at his socket arm, "I'm not sure if-" he said awkwardly.

You grabbed his hand and elbow and dragged him to the dance floor, placing his arm around you and kept his fingers intertwined with yours, "Come on, scared?" you teased.

"Of making a fool out of myself."

You rested your head on his shoulder, "I'm not going to judge you, if anyone says anything they'll will regret it," you could hear his heart rate speed up and it speed up even further when he rested his jaw and cheek on you, "I take it confidence isn't your strong suit?" you whispered.

"Compared to my brothers I am... anatomically defective, more machine then man."

"I think you're more of a man then most of men in here."

Your hand moved tighter around his back and his breath hitched for a second before regulating. What was that about? You remember the padded circle your fingers moved over, Oh, his ports. His hand held yours a little tighter. The sensation was like a small jolt of electricity trying down him, "I don't know what that was," he whispered embarrassed.

You moved your hand again and it happened again, "I think it's cute," you giggled feeling his hand tighten again, "What does it feel like?"

"It feels like electricity... it's... good," he said hoping you wouldn't look up at the red across his face, at least now I know it's still plausible.

"Updateeee?" Wrecker asked watching them another with an ear to ear grin, "He look's happy."

"He does" Crosshair admitted.

Tech walked with a large punch with a project he'd been working on for some time, he looked at where his brothers were staring and found them on the dance floor. He gave a small smile when he caught Echo's eye and quietly walked forward and clipped it to his belt, "you might need it later," he whispered before returning to his squad.

"What was that about?" You asked looking at the large pouch.

"For once I have no idea what he's been tinkering on, but I know this isn't the place to open it."

"Want to go for a walk and see or... we can go back to my place," you suggested bashfully.

"Whatever you're comfortable with," he offered picking up his head.

You squeezed his hand, pulling back and smiling at him dragged him to the door, "I'd like the second open."

"What was that?" Hunter asked.

"Given Echo's lack of anatomy, I supply crafted him that anatomy."

"So... you made him a dick?" Wrecker said confused.

"Precisely."

You wrapped both of your arms around Echo's taking about the legend known as Domino squad and who they were and his loathing of Commando Droids and the Techno Union. You guided him into the building of your apartment quietly as you let him ramble about his adventures with Clone Force 99 but he missed his 501st brothers but it was his duty to let them go. You steered both of you up to the higher floor where your residency was.

"It's not much but it's home," getting him to chuckle at all of the manuals on your book shelf, "there's always something to learn" you said dragging him to the couch and turning on the holo.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who enjoys learning," he chuckled sitting. Echo's hand grabbed the pouch off his belt and stared at it, What was so important... It can't be... can it? Echo carefully opened the package so only his eyes could it, his jaw fell agape and he stared it for a moment before quickly closing it and putting it back on his belt.

"And?" You asked watching several emotions and questions play across his face.

"It's an uh... indecent attachment," Echo said staring at the roof for a moment contemplating why Tech made it, how long as he been waiting to give it to him and if this was the wrong time to find out.

"That's actually kind of sweet," Echo heard you say and was shocked bringing his attention back to you plopping yourself gently into his lap, "We don't have to use it if you don't want too or I'm more then happy just sitting here and talking for the rest of the night."

"Cute girl in my lap? I'm happy with either too," the shameless flirt came out before he even realized what he said, he smiled that part of his old self was still there, "Plus I don't know if it even works-"

You moved yourself and straddled him instead place you mouth by his neck see what he'd do. Echo tried to keep his breathing even, It's been forever since a woman's been this close. She obviously doesn't seem to mind, I need to stop minding. Echo opened up his neck in offering, letting his hand move your hips, "You really don't mind do you-" the pressure of your lips on his neck silenced him.

You kissed up his neck and pressed harder into the spots that made his breathing quicken while doing your best to make sure no marks were left, "Not in the slightest," you purred bringing your hands up to the ports on the top of his neck seeing if they had the same effect, "How about you kiss me and we'll see how tonight goes."

Echo smirked a little knowing he was a damn good kisser, he moved his hand to your mouth and pulled you towards him. He took your bottom lip between his putting pressure on them and pulling you closer with his lips. Your hands started tracing around the ports, his breathing got more shallow, "You really seem to like that" you breathed between kisses.

"It's pleasurable," he admitted.

"I thought so," you purred leaning back into him, "take this off," you said running your hand down the front of his uniform.

You saw the momentary confidence on his face fade but he complied taking it off, exposing pale skin and a thin sunken torso. You grabbed his face and pulled him back to your mouth before letting your hands trace around chest and ports, "You're handsome," you breathed resting your forehead on his staring down at him, "lay down," you said standing up and pushing him down on the couch. He looked at you but laid down his heart pounding. You crawled back onto his lap, moving your mouth down his neck again and then down his chest kissing everywhere while your hands played with his ports causing him to let out a small quiet moan. Your pressed your mouth into his chest mouth and quicken the tracing of your fingers making a silently loader moan escaped him.

The feeling in Echo started building up, every second making it harder to think. He sat up and pulled you up trying to center himself, "How about somewhere a little more comfortable for both of us and something a little more reciprocal?" he suggested nervously. You took his hand and guided him towards the bedroom, "Did you want to try it?" Your eyes flickering down to the pouch. He smiled putting his hand on your strap of your dress, "Wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I use to be quiet talented with mouth."

You took his hand and used it to removed the strap, "Prove it," you said taking the other strap off your self.

He stared you up and down blinking, mouth slightly watering, "Yes, ma'am," he watched you crawl on the bed waiting for him. Maker help me. He crawled on the bed, grabbed and kissed your hand up to your wrist and placed it on the back on his head nuzzling himself between your legs.

You let out a small 'ah' noise once his mouth made contact. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing how wet you were for him already. You looked mildly embarrassed but he love, your fingers finding the ports and stroking them. Echo moaned into you, the warmth of it causing you twitch mildly for him. He ran his tongue up scooping gently into your soaked opening, savoring the sweet bland slick that was because of him. You felt him trail his tongue up to the delicate section of nervous sticking out, he adjusted his lips around it making a little vacuum seal with his mouth and twirling his tongue around it.

"Kark" you moaned your hips tilted into his mouth, pushing him harder against you.

He took his non useful arm around your leg and pulled you closer to him, letting his tongue coast up and down coaxingly. He could feel the electric feeling building up again, he brought his fingers to the the slit of the opening letting you cover his fingers before pushing them inside. He feel your clit engorging, content with himself that you were really attracted to him. He worked his lips up and down while his fingers tried to find the pace and motion you preferred.

"There," the word trembled out your head going further back into the pillow.

You could feel his arm trembling around your leg, you stroke him faster. Maker does this feel good. He took a chance, ever so gently stroking you upward with his teeth, "Echo," you moaned coming undone on his face with the surprising sensation. He pulled you closer to his face, his nose resting on you and his fingers not stopping as you road them through the sensation. You started shaking harder and he started shaking. You felt the moment the surge took him, his mouth came but his fingers went deep as they could, "Mesh'la," he let out shakily his breathing ragged. You cupped his cup cheek staring at him still panting staring at the bliss across his face and his big golden eyes staring at you. He carefully removed his hand still shaking, he licked each of his fingers and his eyes rapidly blicking he left out another small delish moan.

"I am jealous of whatever is going on in that neural connection," you scooted over creating space for him, "join me?"

He moved himself next to you, laying on his back his breathing still ragged, you rolled up and put yourself around his data and interlaced your legs with his. Echo was still reeling, his whole body felt like it was adrift on pleasure cruise, when you brought your hand to his chest he shuttered with a groan escaping. He brought your hand to his mouth, kissed and put it back on his chest covering it with his own. She's so beautiful, his hand tighten around yours and his arm also wrapped you closer.

"Handsome," you mumbled turning more into him, "and so so so talented."

"You're so beautiful," he looked admiring you, "I'm glad you think so. How about another one?" he offered.

"Maker please."

"Do you want to try it?” Echo asked awkwardly looking down at the pouch.

“We can just go see if it works, or I’ll happily keep your face between my legs,” you smiled.

Echo pulled himself up and finished stripping his leg armor and blacks. He watched you examine him, “See something you like?” he said slowly and awkwardly opening the bag.

“I really do think you’re handsome,” you smiled sitting up pulling him back towards you resting your face against his stomach and running your hands down the cold of his legs, “Nothing to be self conscious about or embarrassed about around me,” you said pulling back so he could fiddle with the attachment.

Echo attached two tiny connectors to the ports closes on each side of his lower stomach and one on each thigh, “So figured out what I am yet?” He teased smiling feeling the attachment connect and accepted into his system.

“Well… what do you want to be?” you asked pulling him back onto the bad.

“I’m definitely a happy man,” he kissed you until your head laid against the pillow, “Where I currently want to be however? Definitely in you,” Echo moved onto his elbow, letting his free hand trail down you while he took your pebbled nipple into his mouth letting his fingers drift back inside, “Do you know that you taste good?” He whispered into your ear.

You squirmed under him, his touch and the comment making a physical reaction. Bringing your hand back to his head, “Echo,” you breathed feeling his touch start being rougher and faster. You could feel yourself coating his fingers, he smiled pulling them out and using them to stroke the attachment and his stomach tense, you removed his hand and stroked it yourself. You moved your legs around his and flipped him on his back on the bed the smile turning into a grin, “How about a test run?” You worked it up and down watching parts of his body tense and release.

He tried flipping you but you planted your knees deeper into the bed in defiance, “Why don’t you back up then and put that tasty pussy back in my face?” He said enjoying the sensation but wanted it to be fair. Did I really just say that? After all this time I’m still the same. He watched you slowly turn around putting your legs back his arms and painfully to slow put your self on his mouth. ‘Maker’ he moaned feeling your grip tighten on him. Echo let his tongue slide in and out of you, twirling it around the inner edges of the split before working his mouth back down to your pulsating need for him. He hummed against it the small vibration making you press your self a little further down on his face, he let his hand trail around your body enjoying the sensation of your skin against his. He felt his leg start to lightly drum against the base board of the bed, I guess it’s my turn first this time.

You watched his leg drum and the other one start to quiver, you moved the hand that wasn’t stroking him to a connector on his leg wondering if he could feel both or if his body only registered one at a time. Surprised with your self you picked yourself off of him so you could see his face, he grabbed you and pulled you back down holding you there. Someone’s enjoying himself. You felt the moment he stopped, the orgasm take over. You gently continued to stroke him until his hand gently begged you to stop. You moved yourself back between his legs, you could see the speckling of sweat glistening his body and some of you on the corner of his mouth which took him no time to find and lick up with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes trailed around his body, the pale skin, big eyes, the bigger then normal lips and his jawline and cheeks sculpted like the maker made him himself. For me. His breathing was raspy but you wanted the rise and fall of his chest putting your hand on the his lungs slightly feeling the mechanical system underneath try to catch up.

“Do you think I’m a man?” He asked weakly, looking at your hand knowing what you were feeling.

“I do. One I wouldn’t mind getting to know more whenever your around.”

“I think I’d bore you,” he admitted.

You leaned up kissing across his collar bones, “Rules, regulations, reports, none of that could bore me as long as you were apart of them,” you paused leaning over his neck, “You’re the only man who hasn’t bored me,” you said kissing the base of his neck slightly pulling on it waiting to see if he’d stop you from making a mark but his moan and hand squeezing your hip was the green light, “You are not lesser Echo” you whispered before turning your attention back to his neck.

“I’d bring you with me if I could,” he said picking you up with the handful of hip he hand a grip on moving you back and plunging his cock attachment into you, his hips spreading bucking all of it into you, “No one’s made me feel like this before,” his voice sincere gentle and softly moving you up and down him. He brought the side of his non useful arm to your face nudging you up, watching you nuzzle the arm realizing how different and understanding you were compared to everyone.

Cautiously he moved himself back on top of you resting his forehead against yours, nearly pulling himself all the way out and rushing himself back in, “Is it comfortable?” he whispered.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell your anatomically defective” you teased, “If it feels good to you, that’s all I care about.”

“I care about you.”

“And I you.”

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cam2d · 4 months

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Okay, one more model for the year! This is Kruleboyz Gutrippa Boss Haggok, which I got in my Stormbringer subscription. It was my first time painting a Kruleboy, and while I don’t think I’ll be painting an army of them, he was an interesting model to paint. I like how he echos pre-slotta Citadel Orcs.

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snotbuggle · 6 months

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What? Oh it’s nothing. I’m just thinking of the way Echo clings to Fives in their ARC trooper graduation photo :(

I mean it’s not like, instead of holding his helmet in two hands, he was holding his brother’s shoulder or anything. And it’s not like he has his body facing him instead of the camera. Also not like he’s the only one baring teeth in his smile.

+Fives is smiling like this •v•

Echo holding his helmet like this will forever be dear to my heart and I can’t imagine him (pre citadel) as anything but a sweet man with a tad bit of anxiety.

#star wars #star wars tcw #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hi! I see you take requests for one shots! Could you do an echo x reader (fluff only) where the reader helps echo through a panic attack on the battlefield and echo ends up telling her about his feelings? Thanks!

Aloha! Well yes, I did, still do, and they keep coming in, so I'm a little slow to catch on, very sorry about that. But now you finally get your ask/request done 😊 Also, I'm assuming you mean TBB Echo, so that's what I'm going with. If you were thinking of pre Citadel Echo, let me know and I'll write something new.

Echo x Reader One-Shot - Always

Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Tension/Fluff/Mention And Description Of A Panic Attack

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It's nothing new, enemy fire, a tense situation, jumping from cover to cover. But something is different for Echo today. He climbs a ridge to survey the battlefield when a blaster shot hits his right prosthetic leg, right in the knee joint. He pulls himself up just in time. "Kriffin hell!" growls Echo, cursing. You hear his curse over the comm in his helmet and ask anxiously from your cover, "Echo? Are you okay?" He doesn't answer right away. Echo tries to stand up, but his prosthetic leg refuses to serve him. The leg remains stiff and cannot be bent, the joint fused together from the blaster shot. Echo tries to get up again and again, although the rational part of his mind knows that the prosthesis is simply broken. Cold sweat breaks out, his heart beats up to his throat, his breathing gets faster and faster, his muscles tense up, his body feels heavy as lead and immobile all at once. "Echo? Answer me!" Tech checks his new gadget, a small monitor built into his bracer connected to all the batchers, there he can see the vital signs of all the team members. "Sharply elevated pulse, frantic breathing, muscle tension, I think Echo is having a panic attack," he finally informs you. You bite your tongue to suppress the curse that automatically wants to come out of your mouth. "Cover me for a moment," you murmur to Tech and Wrecker, who were with you and Echo. "We've got your back, ad'ika!", Wrecker assures you and resolutely blasts two more droids. Ducked, you run to the rocky ridge and begin to climb, you must now fully rely on Tech and Wrecker to really have your back, draw their fire and make sure no one shoots you in the back. You are not disappointed, yet your heart races, and you feel adrenaline flood your system as you reach the top. At the top you see Echo lying there on his back, he moves a little, but very stiffly and by now you can hear his frantic breathing over the comm. "Echo, I'm here, everything's fine," you say as your gaze flies hastily over his body, searching for wounds.

You discover the fused joint on his prosthetic leg and guess what happened. Echo was hit, which is scary enough in itself, but when he could no longer move freely as a result, panic set in, and now he was lying here. As he tries to take off his helmet with a shaking hand, you stop him. "No, don't take off your helmet, we are still on the battlefield". You try to tell him as gently as you can and take his hand off his helmet, but you have to push through. A stray or even aimed blaster shot could be much more dangerous or even deadly without a helmet. "I can't move," Echo finally croaks tensely. "Yes you can, Echo, it's just the prosthetic that got hit, until it's replaced or repaired you'll need a support, but you have no injury," you say patiently, holding his hand. He's shaking, and you can still hear his uneasy breathing over the comm. "Echo, listen to my voice, okay? Focus on my words and look at me." He takes two deeper, slower breaths, trying to catch himself, and you see his head turn a little to look at you. Even though you can't see his face right now, his visor is pointing right at you. You would like to show him your face, but the Safety 1x1 that Hunter taught you took precedence. One of the first rules regarding armor and general protective clothing, never take off your helmet in combat, only if there is no other way at all. But he knows your helmet, he knows your voice, Echo decorated your helmet with you, so he has a familiar image in front of him. "You'll be fine, I'm sure Tech can fix it or replace it. You just got scared, it happens to all of us. But now you have to pull yourself together, the battle isn't over yet. Besides, you promised me that we would cook your famous stew together tonight". You deliberately refrained from titling it panic attack or panic in general. The word itself could have a violent effect opposite to the desired result. Some words can have a very strange power over a person.

Echo continues to breathe deeply, in and out. It takes a long moment, but finally he replies, "I haven't forgotten, I intend to keep my promise, Mesh'la." Relief floods through you. "Very good, then let's shoot the clankers down there, so we can get home".

Back on Ord Mantell: Your helmet tucked under your arm, you enter Tech's small workshop, where he is busy fitting Echo's new prosthetic leg. "Hey guys," you say cheerfully. "Hello ad'ika," Tech says kindly, though without looking up from his work on the prosthetic. Echo looks up at you from his seated position. "Hey lifesaver," he says with a wry smile. "Now, don't exaggerate," you say with a soft laugh. Tech says matter-of-factly, "I don't think Echo is exaggerating, he was in an awkward position, a panic attack in the middle of combat is a death sentence for most soldiers." Echo and you look at Tech with furrowed brows, actually you should be used to his straightforward manner by now. "How's it looking?" you ask to change the subject, "Can you handle it with the new prosthetics?" "Of course," Tech replies almost indignantly. When he finishes and Echo gets up to test the prosthesis, everything seems to work right off the bat. "Thanks Tech, I owe you one," Echo says. "Don't mention it," Tech says, "I still have to help Crosshair with his rifle, I guess it got damaged during Hunter and Crosshair's little trip together." You raise your eyebrows, "They're both okay though?" "Yeah, no injuries, Crosshair's just a little whiny about his beloved rifle" Tech noted. Tech retreats to find Crosshair, along with his toolbox, and for the moment you are alone with Echo in the small workshop. He seems strangely nervous all of a sudden. He clears his throat and finally says, "There's something I'd like to tell you." Astonished, you look at him, "Oh yeah?" "Yes. Today has made me realize that I shouldn't wait any longer to do this. The way we live, any day can be the last and I don't want to end up regretting not addressing certain things" "Oh."l Echo moves closer to you until he is standing relatively close to you.

"None of the others could have gotten me out of that stupor today as easily as you did. I know they all would have tried, but.... Well, so what I'm saying is..." Echo pauses for quite a while, licks his lips nervously, and finally says, "I've developed feelings for you. Something I never really expected. I was born a soldier, or created, depending on how you want to look at it, I've lived as a soldier, and it never occurred to me to be anything else or expect more out of life." Your heart beats faster, and you know you are staring wide-eyed at him right now, but you can't help it. Echo continues, "But then you stumbled into our lives, you stayed, and I got to know you and by now I feel there is more to life than just being a soldier. I'd like to explore with you what exactly it all is. Does that make any sense?" For a moment, you just stare at him. He laughs nervously, avoids your gaze, and scratches the back of his neck. "Oh god, I'm really bad at this, in my head it all sounded completely different". You smile at him silently, giving him time to collect himself. Finally, he says laughing softly, "Okay, simply put, I have a crush on you". He looks from one point to another, avoiding your gaze, until he suddenly feels your lips on his cheek. Echo quietly says, placing his hand on your hip, "However, I have no idea where we go from here. Are we going out together? Should I buy flowers? Shall we go out to eat? Should I learn to dance? Do I kiss you now?" Smiling, you lean your forehead against his as he leans toward you, and you say, "How about we go to my apartment, you cook the stew with me as promised, and then we'll see?" He breathes a sigh of relief as he replies, "Sounds wonderful." "Then I'll see you at my place in an hour?" "All right," Echo says with a grin. As you're about to walk out, you turn around again and say, "Oh and Echo, take your toothbrush with you, just in case" Echo blinks, his cheeks flush a little, finally he nods with a shy but mischievous smile, "Got it. Oh, and thanks for coming to my rescue"

You smile and say, “Always”

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staycalmandhugaclone · 11 months

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Of Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Dogma, and Tup, (and pre-citadel Echo if you wish) who goes into the fresher for a shower with clean clothes to change into and comes out wearing them, who comes out of the fresher in a towel, and who comes out nakkies?

*Cracks knuckles* Round 3... Fight!

Rex: I mentioned this once before, but Rex has developed a healthy paranoia about his time in the fresher. As such, he enters in his full kit, checks the vents, the cabinets, and tests the hot/cold water before taking it off. Once, he left without getting all geared up because of an 'emergency' message on his datapad. He was never able to get the damn glitter out of his blacks, and the look in Skywalker's eyes made it clear he noticed.

Fives: Listen. Time in the fresher is just an alibi to be places he shouldn't: the ventilation systems of the mess haul (when everyone has the same voice, it's pretty easy to start fights from a safe distance), Rex's private quarters (the look of horror on his face when Skywalker glimpsed to newly painted pinup of Padme on his bedside wall was worth doing inventory for the next month), or his own barracks when everyone's out (swapping Dogma and Tup's boots left them just uncomfortable enough to know something was off but couldn't figure out exactly what for nearly a week). When he finally does shower, he comes out in only a towel - he's just too damn pretty to keep everything covered all the time (in truth, Echo ran off with his blacks, but he won't admit someone got one over on him).

Jesse: Goes to the fresher in blacks and leaves in blacks. If someone wants to try something, he'll know exactly who to blame and won't shy from getting retribution.

Hardcase: Kinda varies day by day. Like @sunshinesdaydream said, he has a tendency to forget his towel, so there have been many an occasion where he's wandering around looking for it, or someone else's, to, ahem, borrow. Other days, he'll come out with just his lower blacks on with the intent to throw a shirt on later, and promptly spends most of the day like that without even realizing it. Shucks.

Kix: He only hits the fresher right before finally going to bed, and he's usually exhausted by then. Sometimes he'll get into clean blacks, sometimes he just shuffles to his bed in a towel and sleeps like that. If Tup sees him on a day like that, he'll usually throw a blanket over him and move his forgotten blacks from the fresher to his bedside so he doesn't have to hunt for them when he wakes up.

Dogma: Clean blacks. Every time. Almost every time - just not the days Hardcase and Fives hack the door and liberate them, or cut holes in unfortunate locations. He also folds his towel before putting in the laundry shoot.

Tup: He's so confused why everyone's so paranoid about using the fresher, but that's only because he's the sole member no one messes with much. Hardcase once put blue dye in his shampoo, but it was temporary so Tup just rolled with it. He comes out comfy and clean in his blacks still fighting to somewhat tame his hair.

Echo: He places a nicely folded set of clean blacks nearby with a dc-17 even closer (set to stun of course), and he'll step over Fives' and Hardcase's unconscious bodies without so much as looking down, happily dripping water on them.

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ladyzirkonia · 10 months

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Which clone(s) would be the best male stripper(s) at your clone whore house?

Oh girl (YES I know who you are ;)) I'm so sorry it took me so long. I'm embarrassed by myself because of all the unanswered asked and I wanna tell ya, I saw them all and I love them all and I'm sorry that I can't get my shit together.

So short answer? Like the whole 501st. (without Captain Rex and Dogma of course, like we all know this wouldn't be their cup of tea)

Long answer? We can narrow it down to Fives and Jesse. (Pre-Citadel) Echo and Hardcase would be a option too.

But I'll stay with Fives and Jesse our beloved and my final answer for the stripper of the month would definitely be our boy juicy Jesse. Don't get me wrong flirty Fives could pull this off too and DAMN he would be hot and have so much fun (I think this man is a incredible dancer). But I think at one point he wouldn't take this so seriously and start clonwning around because this man is hilarious and wouldn't take himself seriously.

But Jesse... damn I mean it's not like juicy Jesse wouldn't be already the perfect stripper name. We all know this man is build DIFFERENT. Who wouldn't want to get danced on by this tighs, seriously? And he's funny, such a flirt and tease the PERFECT stripper for my clone whore house. Definitely employer of the month potential.

Admit you would give him all your credits just to get a smile like that and touch his thigh one time.

#kaddi answers #juicy jesses tighs again #thirsty asks #I don't know if I could handle this #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper fives

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heroofshield · 2 months

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#12 for Shep/Kaidan?

Write about your ship going somewhere new together for the first time.

"What about Ryuusi's?" Kaidan asked as they sifted through the take out menus. It was nearing dinner on the Citadel and they were both starving. "I know you like the shrimp rolls."

Rose shook her head, "Banned after the incident with the fish tank."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Rose tried to keep the grimace from showing, the last time they'd had shore leave on the station still left a bad taste in her mouth. Poking at the other menus she tried to find something that sparked her interest but wasn't finding anything.

She opened her mouth to suggest that maybe they just raid the fridge when Kaidan stood while saying, "I found a place you might like."

"And that is..." Rose trailed off, taking the hand that he offered to help her up; still sore from jumping onto a skycar to try and catch Kai Lang.

"It's a surprise." Kaidan smiled as he pulled Rose towards the door and down the hallway. Hailing a cab, Kaidan tapped in their destination without letting Rose see and soon they were zooming through the station. Soon enough the cab pulled over and lowered, automatically opening the door with a slight hiss.

Rose stepped out, taking Kaidan's hand so she didn't trip, and looked at the storefront-raising an eyebrow at the scene in front of her. "Suddenly I feel overdressed." she deadpanned, turning her head to look at Kaidan who just gave her a smile. The exterior was made up to look right out of a scene from Earth that only existed in netshows now; the short plastic grass extending out a few feet and surrounded by a white-picket fence, patio seating with large umbrellas to shade from weather that never happened on the station.

"You look fine." Kadain said as he moved towards the entrance, following the fake looking paving stones that wound a path inside.

Once they were seated, Rose glanced around the interior to take it all in. It reminded her of the kitschy fad that had popped up during her teenage years; a slew of pre-mass effect netshows and movies that were all set during the post-world war two era had made that aesthetic popular for awhile. The white tile floors matched the white formica tabletops edged in red and chrome while neon signs blinked on the walls. Glancing at the menu, she saw that it boasted that the place was dextro and levio friendly-each getting their own section on the laminated paper.

Placing their orders of what promised to be greasy burgers along side french fries and hydroponically grown vegetables, their drinks arrived in honest to stars milkshake glasses with long straws and Rose asked the question that had been on her mind since they arrived, "How did you find this place?"

"Saw it while flipping through a listicle, '10 weird places to go on the Citadel.'" Kaidan shrugged as he drew the large glass towards him and took a sip of the fizzing, bright green drink. "Thought it looked fun."

"So...you've never been here before?" Rose asked slowly, trying to understand that the place was new to both of them. "You seemed like you'd been here before."

Kaidan shook his head, "Nope. First time. Besides it seemed like we could both use something a bit lighthearted on the station this time around."

Rose shook her head while slightly laughing, a smile appearing to show that she was amused most of all. "Well I have to admit that you know how to make it fun."

"Isn't that what you like about me."

"There are a few other things but yes, that's one of them." Rose playfully threw her wadded up straw cover at him and he artfully dodged out of the way, knowing that the smile on his face was echoed in her own.

#mass effect #kaidan alenko #rose shepard #shenko #commander shepard #fanfic #kyber-infinitygems #i'm so sorry this is late #life happened and this is the first chance i've gotten to finish this

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cabezadeperro · 10 months

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Hi! Can I ask for pocho + 44. sitting on the other’s lap?

hello!!!!!!!

pre-relationship, takes place during the war, before echo "dies" on the citadel. established echo5, T, ~1.1k words.

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Echo checks the coordinates one last time and pushes the speeder forward,. Damp, hot wind crawls up from the dark, and Echo scrunches up his nose, missing his bucket. The civvie clothes aren’t his but Fives’s, who always had the stickier fingers of the two, and the jacket is too tight about the shoulders, and somehow too warm for the weather and not enough. Echo scowls impatiently at the speeder in front of his, paused in the middle of the empty skylane and waiting for the way down to clear—after a beat he rolls his eyes and cuts the engine, ducking under the other vehicle’s and cutting in front of it. Someone yells at him in Huttese. Echo rolls his eyes again and ignores them.

He wants to go back to the front. He never loved Coruscant, and the experience of having to actually work in the city is making him hate it like he hates very few things. It’s loud, it’s smelly, and it’s insanely expensive. Fives keeps pestering him, asking for updates, telling him to visit this place or another, and Echo’s running out of ways to tell him that living in it is more expensive and more boring than spending your two-day leaves there now and then. Their respective schedules are so off it’d be funny if Echo was in a better mood: they talk little and not very often, and Echo misses him so much sometimes thinks he’s going to die from it.

The jacket smells like him. Echo doesn’t sigh, quietly judging himself and his own banthashit, and forces his mind back on track.

He was told to take one of the suspiciously ample number of unmarked Corrie speeders and drive down to one of the lower levels, and to do it out of armour. He’s to pick up someone else—they didn’t tell him who, or why.

Echo dislikes not knowing, dislikes the vagueness and the surety on his handler’s part that he’ll just yes-sir and do as he’s told, but by now he knows that’s how it goes. He will get the job done, and then he’ll go back to Arca—he’s been spending so long in the range there that his scores are within the ten highest on the list.

The coordinates take him down the nearest chute, many levels below the surface, and to a small landing pad close to one of the entertainment districts. Echo parks the speeder and then stays inside, leaning in his seat with the engine off. He’s sweating under his leather jacket: it’s warmer than up top, and the air stinks of speeder exhaust and cooking food, the lights and the music that come in from the nearby streets distracting and alluring at once.

One minute becomes two, three. Ten. echo’s impatience grows sharper and more bitter.

His comm beeps in his ear. Echo accepts the call with a scowl.

“1409,” a voice says. They sound like a clone trooper, but—off. Hoarser, lower.

“Copy.”

“Two levels down, next to Herrik’s garage. Get the speeder as close as you can to the wall and wait there. Five minutes.”

The call ends. Echo lifts an eyebrow and starts the speeder again.

He can see Herrik’s from where he is, the shop’s neon boards shining poison green in the murky dusk of the chute. Echo drops across skylines, ducking under the top-heavy freighters floating their way back up to the surface, bored and impatient and already thinking about dinner, about taking a shower and maybe trying to call Fives again, and then—

Blaster shots, the noise unique and familiar and somehow comforting, and then a flash of dark clothing and dark eyes, and a smothering and sudden weight. One arm around Echo’s neck, warm breath against the side of his face, and

“Drive,” the clone trooper says.

What the fuck.

Echo swerves away from the wall of the chute, the motion of the speeder pushing them back against the side, the other man heavy in his lap. He’s wearing civvies, and he stinks of tibanna discharge, and instead of moving off Echo’s lap he stays, looking back, deecee in one hand. There’s blood on his face.

“This’ll be easier if you get off my lap,” Echo says.

The trooper blinks. He shifts and settles on the copilot seat, breathing hard. Echo doesn’t roll his eyes and pulls them higher, ignoring the skylanes, just pointing them towards the upper levels.

They’re being followed. Lights, too far away to count properly, moving too fast. Echo scowls and switches gears, gets them under one of the big freighters, hides them in its shadow, and blaster shots slide uselessly over its hull, showering them in bright hot plasma.

“This won’t last,” the clone trooper says. “You should let me drive,” he continues. “I’m the better driver.”

He sounds so—sure of himself. Confident in his own abilities, or maybe just distrustful of Echo’s. He’s very—standard. Hair regulation short, no tattoos, no facial hair. Just scars, and that hoarse voice. He looks exactly like Echo, except in all the way he does not.

“No,” Echo replies. “I have my orders.”

“I can make it an order, then” the trooper says.

It takes Echo longer than it probably should.

He has met Thire and Stone. Fives has met Thorn. Echo doesn’t know enough about Commander Fox to know if he’s the kind of man to pull rank just because he wants to drive a shitty speeder.

“Of course, sir,” Echo replies. Not too slow, perfectly bland. The commander sighs, exasperated. He doesn’t move, and neither does Echo.

Echo shifts his grip on the controls, checks the rearview, glances up: he sees lights, lights, lights, and then a patch of orange sky. The sun’s setting on the surface.

Fives would love this. He can never know.

Echo feels the commander’s eyes on him all the way back to the surface, while they fight their way back to the Corrie barracks, and then on the Corrie medbay, Echo being treated for a nasty blaster burn on his back, the commander bleeding from his nose and his mouth and sitting on the cot next to his.

Later, he’ll wonder about Fox. He’ll find himself wondering about what kind of man jumps on moving speeders from great heights, Coruscant’s endless void under his feet and blaster shots at his back, about his flat dark gaze and his breath on Echo’s throat, but that night—tired, hurting, hungry, missing his friends and missing Fives—Echos ignores him the best he can. This is it, he believes. Fox’s already just another story.

(He’s wrong.)

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