Curate, connect, and discover
(Author’s Note: Here, have a soft Wrecker fic. We all could use one. This man doesn’t get enough love on my blog, so I’m here to fix that. Hope you all are doing well!)
“I have to admit,” you said, shrugging out of your overclothes to reveal the swimsuit underneath. “This planet isn’t so bad.”
“Told you so,” Wrecker called from the water. He dunked his head under momentarily before resurfacing and spouting water like a fountain. His grin was rather suspicious as you waded in from the shore with caution in case it was a cooler temperature. To your pleasant surprise, it was warm as bathwater.
“Wow, even the water’s nice. Then again, this is a tropical planet. I just can’t stand the weird bugs I saw earlier.” You recalled some of the creatures you’d seen hanging on leaves or bushes in the jungle on your way to the pond with Wrecker. Many were vibrant colors, warning you straight away that they were to be avoided.
“Bugs are bugs wherever you go,” he shrugged. “Just squash ‘em.”
“Yeah, well, I take it you haven’t seen the kind that live on Geonosis.” Your expression twisted in a show of disgust, and he laughed. “What?”
“Nothing,” he chuckled again as you waded closer to him in the water. “You just look cute when you make that little face.”
Your skin suddenly felt even warmer, and it wasn’t simply the temperature of the water. Sometimes you weren’t quite sure what to make of you and Wrecker’s relationship. You were teammates that had grown into good friends over the course of several missions. There were days when you felt like something else was there. For one, you thought he was handsome and strong, and you admired his outgoing nature, the care he had for his brothers, and his sense of humor.
The question was: did he admire you in return? Every now and then, you’d get a feeling that he did.
“Did the others say they were coming?” you asked, lowering yourself into the pond more so you were only visible from the neck up.
“Tech had stuff to do first. Crosshair doesn’t like swimming. Hunter was going to come down, but not for a while.” Wrecker shot you that mischievous grin again. “Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves for now!”
Before you could utter a reply, he reached over to pull you out of the water and over his shoulder, roaring with laughter at your surprised scream. He didn’t even look the slightest bit phased as you slapped the skin on his back playfully in a futile attempt to get him to release you.
“Wrecker, come on!” You laughed. “Face me like a man! If it weren’t for your sneak attacks, I’d have kicked your butt.”
Both of you knew he was ridiculously strong, but he seemed to find it amusing when you talked like that.
“Oh yeah? You want to put that to the test?”
“Yeah, fight me.”
He lowered you so you could stand directly in front of him, but you were stunned into silence at the proximity. Your hands rested on his damp arms while his remained on the small of your back. Droplets of water ran down his face, shimmering under the light of the afternoon sun that peered through the tree branches and vines above. Your eyes didn’t leave his for several seconds, and his gaze didn’t leave yours either.
Part of you wanted to lean in and capture Wrecker’s lips in a kiss, but you were very aware of the height difference and how quickly it could get awkward if you did take the risk and lean in only for him to leave you hanging.
Instead, you settled on giving his forearms a gentle tug with the hands you still had resting on them. He wouldn’t budge if he didn’t want to, but he did. You leaned in a little, and Wrecker met you half-way. His lips touched yours a little too hard at first before he backed off ever-so-slightly to make the kiss softer. You gripped him like he was your anchor in a stormy sea, and his hold on you tightened in a magical way. He pulled away to touch his nose to yours and linger there for a minute. When you opened your eyes, you saw him already looking at you with a small smile and a glint of curiosity in his gaze.
“What was that for?” he asked in a low voice.
“You couldn’t tell?” you joked. “I like you, Wrecker. Like, really like you.”
“I think my reaction speaks for itself, but I’ll tell you anyway: I like you too.”
“So what do we do?” You asked, brushing your fingers past his wrists to take his hands into yours. “About this?”
“Well, for starters, I wouldn’t mind another kiss.” He chuckled, leaning in to steal a feathery-soft one that nearly made you melt. “But seriously, __________, I wanna’ see where this goes. I’ve wanted to for a while.”
“Me too,” you grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“You and me both.”
The two of you broke apart to splash each other and exchange banter as you had before. You spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the water and then huddling together on the shore to let the sun’s rays dry you off. By the time the other Bad Batchers showed up, they found you resting in the crook of Wrecker’s arm in the golden sunlight, both of you fast asleep.