Bad Batch - Sleeping/Cuddling Headcanons

Bad Batch - Sleeping/Cuddling Headcanons

Author’s Note: I've had these in my drafts since I started this blog a year ago, so... enjoy? :3

Relationships: Tech x Gn!Reader, Crosshair x Gn!Reader, Hunter x Gn!Reader, Wrecker x Gn!Reader, and Echo x Gn!Reader

Warnings: One or two very mild hints of lewd content, so I'm being very safe 18+ only

✦ Wrecker ✦

Wrecker has always found the feeling of sleeping with something- or someone- in his arms soothing. Maybe it's the weight, or just the feeling of his arms cradling around something soft. Lula was always there for him, and he still has the stuffed tooka sitting comfortably, and close by, in the corner of his bunk.

When you came along, you ended up replacing the plush tooka in a way; Serving as a new, larger thing to hold.

Whether he's on his back and you're on his chest, or on his side and he's got your front or back against his chest, Wrecker will always have both arms effectively caging you in a hug; Holding you tight.

When it's cold, as The Marauder often gets when you're in hyperspace, it's magical. This man is a human heater in it's purest form, and him snuggling close is warmer than almost any blanket.

And also waking up after some sleep is almost always a highlight. You'll get a kiss and a 'good morning' (even if you're in hyperspace and gods know what time it is) before you have to break apart and get out of bed. Or his bunk. Or the co-pilot's seat because you fell asleep in his lap again.

But Wrecker is usually a heavy sleeper, so you've become a master at slowly wriggling your way out if you need to in the middle of the 'night', and then slipping right back in, feeling his arms re-tighten once you return into his reach.

Every now and again however Wrecker will be latched onto you too tight to allow you freedom, and you end up having to wake him up in order to escape.

Sometimes he'll let you go right away, but other times he'll put up a fight and smirk before putting some weight on you, trapping you with him until you pay the toll to escape.

The toll is always a kiss or sometimes two; Though lately he keeps raising the price...

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter admittedly takes a decent while before he's willing to be affectionate to the degree of cuddling.

He has to get using to being with someone in such a vulnerable state, and train himself out of bad habits that tell him to keep these types of things to himself, and people at arms length.

But you're nothing if not persistent, (while also being patient and understanding of course) and after a few times of falling asleep on his shoulder or inviting him to spend the night at your home, he eventually gets his inner thoughts sorted out and allows himself to indulge.

Once he's more comfortable, Hunter is always the big spoon. Tugging the covers almost and sometimes completely overtop of the both of you, Hunter will wrap his arms around your waist and tug close enough that his face presses against the back of your head.

It almost feels like a little cocoon or nest in a way, and even if you don't normally sleep like this, you have to admit it's very comfortable. (Though maybe having Hunter as part of the equation helps just a bit.)

As he's getting more sleepy he'll always take a deep breath and sigh, your hair brushing against his skin. He once tried to explain it to you once; That your familiar scent being so close meant that you were safe and he could relax. That with you in his arms, he could loosen his shoulders and close his eyes, knowing you were right here and unharmed.

Hunter always hates the way he eventually has to drag himself from the little pocket of warmth beneath the blankets you both created, but he at least got a good night's rest.

When he can't have you close by however, he absolutely has something that serves your place usually while deployed on The Marauder.

For awhile it was one of your nightshirts, and another time it was a small blanket you'd use to drape over your legs when it was cold. They both smell like you, and with his senses it helps him get to sleep that little bit faster when you aren't right there.

✦ Tech ✦

Tech often falls asleep in places he shouldn’t, and most times you end up having to herd him back towards his bunk in order to get him to sleep properly.

If and when he does lay down he’s almost always on his back, leaving an arm away from his body so you can tuck against his side.

It was a bit awkward for him at first; He felt like he needed to figure the 'right' way to do sleep in the same bed together or hold you. He ended up taking your comfort as him doing it 'right' enough however, and quickly embraced his new sleeping habits.

If he doesn't instantly pass out he’ll usually tinker or read something, sometimes out loud; As once you'd asked him to, eager to listen and him eager to share. It also helps that Tech's voice is extremely consistent and soothing, and more often than not can lull you to sleep faster than anything else can.

Recently however, you’ve been trying to read to him as well. He had given you his datapad with something pulled up and quietly asked if you would; Saying he wanted to continue reading, but his head hurt too much to stare at the screen for any longer. But Tech can't leave things unfinished, even if for a few hours.

He seemed almost surprised when you had said yes, every now and again glancing over to see his eyes closed with goggles off while you read on to the next sentence.

Now almost every time you're both pressed side to side, with Tech always having an arm around you as you or him partake in some pre-sleep winding down.

Sometimes you might stutter or find the topic he's chosen a bit boring, but he seems to really enjoy it, listening to you repeat sentences of borderline incomprehensible technological theorycrafting while you wiggle deeper into the hold his arm has around your shoulders. Your cuddles and sleeping habits are a consistent, well oiled machine, which always end with a goodnight kiss.

(Meanwhile, Hunter is cursing his hearing. Please put down the datapad it's been over an hour and you're both still mumbling about software constraints and he is suffering.)

✦ Echo ✦

Echo has always had trouble sleeping, especially before you’d arrived in his life. Though even if he does, and it's obvious, it takes more than a little while for him to allow himself to show he is troubled by it.

So it ends up taking a little while before you get to the point of cuddling up, and even then, you can feel Echo is a little stiff and awkward. It wasn't bad when you sit in the same seat as him, just laying your legs over his so your weight doesn't weigh down his legs, but now that your limbs are all tangled up, it's a bit more obvious.

He admits that he worries his cybernetics make him uncomfortable for you to lay with, and that maybe it isn't the best idea. He doesn't want to hurt you, he says, illuding to you waking up with dents on your skin from where your leg laid against his.

But you wake up with dents in your skin from your clothes or your leg falling off the side of your bed or the bunks in The Marauder, you're not going to let something so silly prevent you from waking up with him beside you.

Speaking of Echo's cybernetics they often make him run a bit colder than the average person, but you have zero complaints. Especially if you're on a hot planet like Tatooine...

It also means you better have more than one blanket, as he'll probably end up stealing it while he sleeps. You're all snuggled against his chest with his chin on your head, until suddenly your back feels cold; The blanket having been pulled away.

There's also been a few times that he's teasingly put a cold piece of metal against your skin under the blankets and made you almost squeal, but bringing that up always makes him feign innocence.

But most of all, he loves waking up before you, and enjoy the feeling of going back to sleep with you again. Sometimes he'll sneak a little kiss but it oftentimes it ends up waking you up, but you don't mind.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair often sleeps partly leaning up, even if you lament about how that would destroy your back if you ever tried it.

Part of it is always wanting to be alert and ready to go if anything happens, and sometimes he simply passes out while working on something (his rifle, usually).

When you end up joining him in his own bunk instead of your own, for the first while he continues the habit, feeling as you lay close to him with your head by his waist.

He pretends to not be fond of the affection- as he always does- though he never actually puts his foot down. He continues to let you awkwardly sleep on him, until he finally relents to start laying on his back and you throw an arm over his stomach.

He'll throw his arm over his eyes and fall asleep, and even he can't deny that when he wakes up, he feels a little better than usual.

The sniper is absolutely a heat leech, and he- embarrassingly so to him, gets particularly cuddly when he's cold. He runs chilly, and he doesn't say it, but he really enjoys having someone keeping the little pocket of air underneath the one thin blanket he has warm because his body can't seem to do so itself...

He's far more open to this sort of affection when you're alone, like in your home per say, but if you're on The Marauder, he doesn't mind too much if you sneak into his bunk. He'll give you a little side eye, but it's more amused than anything.

It's not gotten to the point that if you for some reason don't instantly join him as you usually do, Crosshair will end up getting almost frustrated, and you'll be able to feel the heat on your back.

Sometimes you'll wake up randomly almost feeling like he's brushing your hair out of your face or touching your forehead, but he always denies doing such a thing with a scoff if you sleepily roll over and ask.

𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉

summary — you struggle with ADHD and your friends help you manage it.

warnings — gn!reader, reader has ADHD, fluff

requested by — @juliajempire

note — although ADHD varies per person, i will try my best to represent it accurately here!

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒. the bad batch wasn’t aware of your ADHD when they met you, and the first thing they picked up on was your forgetfulness. as they continued to get to know you, they began to realize that you never meant to forget things. they also learned it wasn’t just forgetting things.

“please remember what we need from the market,” tech reminded you before you stepped off the marauder. you knew you’d forget something, so you backtracked.

you grabbed a datapad and plugged in all that you needed, and checking it back over with tech, who would remind you of the one thing you missed.

“thanks, i’ll be back soon!” you called to the batch. omega decided to accompany you, keeping you company (and on track.)

—

as you and omega walked through the markets, your eyes were lingering on things you didn’t need. you were also captivated by the people there, the colors and the scent of various foods. you didn’t know omega was talking to you until she poked your arm.

“sorry, what?”

“we passed up the tools,” omega reminded with a smile. she never held it against you when you got in your head, not to mention multitasking wasn’t your strong suit.

“oh, right,” so, you circled back to grab the wrench tech said he needed. every now and then the guilt would sleep back in, the mental punch whenever you’d forget something. no one ever made you feel that way, but it was a reaction you couldn’t exactly stifle.

you and omega made your way back to the marauder, everything you needed in-hand. every now and then you’d need to double back and grab something, but having omega there helped. she never once made you feel rushed or stupid, which helped you focus. people’s support always helped you dial in just a little bit more.

“i see you remembered everything,” tech observed as you slid the box of stuff across a counter. you offered him a proud smile before walking off, sitting down towards the back of the marauder. you took a seat, picking up the book that you started earlier, but only got a couple chapters into.

“y/n?” you heard sergeant hunter call, making you look up from your book.

“yeah?”

“have you eaten today?” he asked you. you thought for a moment; had you?

“if you’ve had to think about it, that’s a no,” hunter chuckled, your cheeks flushing a bright red. your eyes turned back to your book, trying to create the world in words in your head. you almost didn’t hear the plate clatter in front of you, your mind consumed with the world that the author so brilliantly created.

“y/n,” hunter tapped the table your plate was on, bringing you out of your trance.

“oh! thanks,” you smiled, placing a bookmark in your book and closing it. you bit into your meal, your stomach thanking you for remembering, even if hunter did the leg work.

~~

it was later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, and you were still up. you were sat outside, hoping the serenity of the evening would lull you to sleep. you didn’t always have issues falling asleep, but tonight, for some reason, your mind was too full. every now and then, your mind would be overstimulating just by working too much. it was ironic that your own thoughts drove you crazy.

“can’t sleep?” came a voice, interrupting the tangles of thoughts in your head.

“neither can you obviously,” y/n turned back to see echo take a seat next to you. you were able to sit with him in a comfortable silence as your mind raged against you.

“what’s going on?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the sky.

“can’t get my thoughts in order,”

“isn’t that always the case?” it was both a genuine question and a joke. you smiled.

“yeah, but they’re too loud. i’m thinking a million different things at the same time and they can’t stay quiet enough for me to sleep,” you explained. you weren’t sure if that was an ADHD thing or something else, but whatever it was, it annoyed the hell out of you.

“i’m sorry,”

“it’s ok,” silence came over both of you, and it was comfortable. for once, the thoughts in your mind quieted, and you felt your body start to relax. before you knew it, your head dropped onto echo’s shoulder, your soft snores filling his head. although he wasn’t used to your head on his shoulder, he welcomed it.

“sweet dreams,”

@juliajempire love, i am so sorry this took me so long. i hope that this is what you had in mind and if not, i hope you enjoyed still! pls forgive me for the delay! i hope all is well!

Hi there! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could write the Batch’s reaction to their kids first time walking up to them? Just some cute first steps ^^ Your writing is something I read almost every day and it always makes me smile, but please take your time and have a nice day/night!

Aloha! Still breathing, despite the circumstances 😅

A cute little request 😊 Sorry you had to wait so long!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Very First Steps

Fluff

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Summary: The boys were on a longer mission, you stayed behind with the love child of you and your Batcher. When the boys return, your little bundle of joy can already walk, which your Batcher sees for the first time today.

Hunter

At first, he can't believe his eyes when you carefully lower your child from your arm onto it's little shod feet.

"Go and say hello to your daddy," you say gently.

The toddler wiggles off, still very clumsy and wobbly, but without falling, tongue half out from concentrated effort. Hunter beams, and squats down, reaching his arms out to the child.

Hunter is all tingly, he was so looking forward to finally seeing you two again. He is also a little worried that the child might fall. But he is immensely proud when it finally reaches him, and he takes the little one in his arms.

"Who do we have here? Is this my little whirlwind?"

The child giggles, babbles and coos as Hunter tickles it and gently squeezes it in his arms. Of course, at the first opportunity, it reaches for Hunter's long hair and pulls at it in fascination.

"Ouch, that hurts my little monster," he says laughing softly, trying to free his hair from the surprisingly strong little fingers.

Echo

He beams all over his face, kneeling on the floor with his arms outstretched.

"Look at you, my little bundle of joy can walk!"

Wrecker standing next to him chuckles and says, "Looks like a mini drunk, one step forward, two steps back, two steps forward, one step back hehehehe".

"My kid is definitely not drunk" Echo says patiently and continues to beam at his kid who is coming towards him very slowly but steadily.

The last few steps, the little one accelerates again and finally falls towards Echo. He catches the kid and deftly picks it up in his arms. The little one gives a joyful squeak and immediately gropes Echo's face.

"Babababababa!"

"Yeah, you tell him kid!", Wrecker laughs and makes his way to the Marauder.

Echo is immensely proud and pleased, his heart feels all warm and fuzzy. As your eyes meet, you beam at each other, full of joy.

Wrecker

He is so excited, he nudges his brothers.

"Look! Look! My baby is walking!"

Wrecker is super proud and happy, grinning from ear to ear.

"Come 'ere little boo, come to papa!"

The little one runs diligently toward him until it sees something shiny on the ground, stops, and plops down on its diaper to get a closer look at the object.

"Hey, Boo! What are you doing?"

Wrecker gets up and walks over to his child. The toddler finally reaches out to him, holding out what it found, a shard.

"BA!"

Startled, Wrecker takes the shard and says, "Oh, oh, no Boo, you can't play with that."

"Ba?"

"That thing gives you an owie."

With a grin you approach the two and say, "Well look at that, like father like child, gets distracted very easily by shiny things"

Wrecker smirks wryly and kisses your cheek.

Tech

As almost always, he has his holopad in hand, but hastily tucks it back on his belt when he sees you standing and waiting with your child on the landing pad.

As you let the little one get to his feet, Tech pauses, feeling pride welling up inside him and a heartwarming joy. He smiles and squats down as the child wobbles off to meet him.

"Very good little one, one foot in front of the other, come to daddy".

Relieved that his child has not fallen and proud, he finally reaches out and takes the little one in his arms.

"Very good my darling, very good" he coos contentedly.

The child presses a finger to the tip of his nose and says, "Boop!"

"That's my nose," Tech says gently.

"Boop!" the child repeats energetically, tapping his nose again.

"Nose," Tech says patiently.

"BOOP!"

Laughing, you come over to the two of them and say, "That's a little game Cid started, you need to do that to the little one too"

"Oh," says Tech, who finally catches on and returns the gesture, gently tapping the tiny little nose, saying "Boop!"

The child giggles excitedly.

Crosshair

Crosshair takes off his rifle and immediately thrusts the rifle into the surprised Hunter's hands.

"Come here, little ass kicker," he says with a proud smirk, and goes into a crouch.

He watches the kid's wobbly but purposeful steps with attention and amusement.

"Look at you, you can walk already, soon you'll be able to live up to your nickname," Crosshair says with a soft laugh.

Hunter, knowing he's about to get another side blow, sighs softly.

Crosshair finally takes the child proudly in his arms and lifts it up. Pointing in Hunter's direction, he says, "See, that's Uncle Killjoy, you've been trying to kick him in Mommy's tummy all the time."

Hunter rolls his eyes, but then with a smile, gently squeezing the stuffed animal he bought for the child into It's arms, he says, "No matter how mean your daddy is, Uncle Hunter will always love and protect you."

Crosshair feels touched, but he doesn't grant Hunter more than a small smirk before turning away and walking to you with the child, so he doesn't have to talk about what he said.

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x gn!reader

SUMMARY: @celestialwrites laying in bed with your lover prompt list; stolen morning kisses.

WORD COUNT: 364

RATING + WARNINGS: general audiences, fluff. no y/n. 

NOTES: blurb! blurb alert! procrastinating writing more of wmte so i will be shuffling out some things using some prompts from @/celestialwrites!

He had always been an early riser, his whole life pretty much, and no matter how his life changed he couldn’t seem to break the habit. But one thing that had changed, was that instead of getting out of bed and starting the day before the sun could even rise, he would stay. He would stay, wrapped in the blanket and listening to your steady breathing as you lay facing him, forehead touching his arm. 

One inclined to toss and turn throughout the night, you always managed to break out his hold at some point in your slumber, but you never seemed to go far. He almost always awoke to some part of you touching him, and it made the thought of rising from the warmth of your shared bunk all that more unappealing. 

So, he stayed. 

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A Jealous Confession

Relationships: Echo x Female!Reader, Wrecker x Female!Reader (platonically)

Warnings: set before order 66, a little angsty but fluff, idiots in love trope, not really any other warnings that I can think of

Word count: a little over 1.5k

Summary: Echo experiences jealousy after seeing you walking with Wrecker.

Author’s note: This is my second work. I feel like Echo doesn’t get enough love :( He deserves so much love <3 Feel free to request anything for any of the clones. I’m working on a few other works that will hopefully be up soon. Feel free to leave feed back as well.

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oh my gooood tell me about cross my heart (def not bc I'm a med student nyehehehe) (ok it may be bc of it but shh)

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.

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Below is the scene that came to me that started the whole idea for this fic (sorry, it doesn't have any medic-y stuff but it's in rest of the story I promise). I have this multi-part fic about 70% finished before edits so hopefully y'all will get it sometime later this fall. (and yes there is PLENTY of spice 🌶️)

Snippet below the cut

As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.

18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“I would sleep with your brothers… if you weren’t an option.” You had convinced the sniper to come out and enjoy the planet’s temperate night air and conversation, but now it’s silent, the only sound of the fire crackling between the two of you.

Folding his arms across his chest, Crosshair grumbles, “Don’t say things you don’t mean, it looks terrible on you.” The usual tit for tat the two of played had taken a rather sudden turn and he didn’t like it one bit. Especially not when it concerned you fucking one of his vode.  

“Who said I don’t mean it?” you shoot back, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at the sniper seated across from you.

“Lying looks even worse,” he retorts, “I know my brothers are the more attractive options, Hunter with his handsome looks or Wrecker with his muscles and good nature. Even Tech and Echo are the caring kind of boys you girls go after.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?” 

Rolling your eyes, you lean on one arm to look at him. “It’s not like you haven’t had your fair share of women, Cross.”

Looking away, his tongue moves his toothpick to the opposite corner of his mouth. “That’s different. The bunk bunnies who didn’t get to my brothers first got stuck with me.”

“Quite the pity party you’re having over there for someone with a beautiful woman all to himself,” you snort and his eyes dart back to yours.

“You’re either pitifully desperate or a rather unconvincing whore.” With that, Crosshair flicks his toothpick into the fire and leans back into the night's shadow, sure that he’s landed a blow that will put you off him. No use in entertaining your little game any further, especially not with the way the moonlight is hitting your eyes and the fire is making your skin glow ever so beautifully.

The smirk you give him over the fire tells him that you’ve seen right through him, however, and he hates it. Hates that you refuse to be pushed away and hates that you’re even giving him any semblance of hope. Oh, how he wishes he could hate you too.

Leaning forward with your elbows on your knees, you call out to him. “Oh come on Crosshair, don’t be such a grump. Let a girl give you a compliment.” You flutter your lashes at him as a flirtatious grin plays across your lips.

Those lips… "I’d rather get a blowjob, at least then I’d get something real out of it," he replies flatly in another attempt at dissuading you. 

The way you toss your head back and laugh nearly makes him snap. “Well if you won’t listen, then I won’t tell you what I think about you… handsome.” With a wink at slender man, you pick yourself up and slide your coat up your shoulders as you move around the fire to head back to the ship. As you pass him, you let your fingertips brush his shoulder. “Night, Crosshair.”

He tries, he really tries. He tries to let you slip away back to the ship, leaving him alone and his pride intact. He tries, but he fails. 

Without glancing up, his hand shoots up to grab your wrist, keeping you at his side. “Wait.” He feels you still at his side, silent and expectant. “What were you going to say… about me?” he grits out, his jaw clenching as if to prevent the words from leaving this throat.

If he had had the balls to look up and meet your eyes, he would have seen their tender sheen and the soft smile curling your lips. But he doesn’t, so he only hears your answer.

“Mmm, well I was going to say that you’re tall, dark, and handsome.”

Scoffing, he throws your hand away from his shoulder in disgust. He knew it, he kriffing knew you were just leading him on, riling him up for a joke. “Fuck off.” Why couldn’t he just shut you out like everybody else? 

You reach back down and place your hand firmly on his shoulder. “Oh, come on, Cross, lighten up, I’m joking.” 

Attempting to shrug your hand off, he answers with only stone-cold silence. When you tighten your grip, he shoots a venomous glance up at you. Before he can speak, however, you continue, “What I actually was going to say is that… well…” Your eyes search the stars for your next words as your teeth take your bottom lip. 

The sudden shift to uncertainty in your tone gives him the opportunity to cut you off—he's not making the same mistake twice. “Don’t bother wasting your breath coming up with a lie. Save it for someone stupid enough to believe you.” 

“Oh, for Maker’s sake, Cross!” you exclaim, giving him an exasperated shove. “What I was going to say is that I really do think you’re handsome, you’re tall and strong and smart… and the way your eyes see everything… and your voice, that kriffing voice alone.”    

His eyes burn into you, searing your flesh like they could brand you, searching for the smallest hint of insincerity. He desperately wants to believe you, believe that you would ever desire him the way he desires you. Or even, if he were truly honest with himself, believe that you could see him as someone worthy of your affection as well as your body. He wants to believe it all, but he can’t. He won’t. He’s not worth it anyways. 

Crosshair stares down at his boots and pushes your hand off his shoulder. “Goodnight.”

Though his ears are not as good as Hunter’s, he hears the small disappointed sigh you let out. Good, misery loves company. You and his happiness stood just within reach, which meant it would all be taken from him the second he acknowledges it.

“I wish you would believe me,” you sigh.

He gives a noncommittal huff, leaning away from you and towards the fire, denying you the very voice you craved. Just because you can see right through him doesn’t mean you get to hear him too.

Just when he’s sure you’re going to give up and walk back to the ship, you turn and come to kneel before him, the fire burning a halo around your folded form. Placing a tentative hand on his knee, you peer up at him with those soft eyes. “Look at me.”

He closes his eyes, opening them to meet yours. Hurt and hope swirl around his darkened irises.

Placing your free hand on his other knee to balance yourself, you offer up a small smile. “How’s this for something real?” You lean in and place a chaste kiss on his frowning lips. 

Electricity shoots down his spine, crackling through his bones and boiling his blood. The feeling of your lips lingers on his own even after you pull back. Before you can move too far away, he reaches up to grab the nape of your neck, his long fingers splaying over the back of your skull and holding you close. If anything was ever real, he prays to the Maker, let this be because the final thread holding him back snapped when your lips hit his. 

“Say it. Look me in the eye and say that you mean it,” his demanding tone pleads, his fingers digging into your skin.

“I mean it,” you promise, tender earnestness coating your words as you center yourself in his fire-lit eyes. 

Like a dark, heavy cloud bursting open, he falls into you, his lips crashing into yours. You let the storm of him roll over you for a moment before you murmur against his lips, “I swear I mean it, cross my heart and hope to die.”

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