Stern, intimidating, and scarily efficient in combat, this clone is not to be taken lightly. He defected very soon after Order 66 and became one of the first members of Rex’s clone network, where he would later befriend Blacksheep and Flipside and become the younger clones’ self-assigned babysitter of sorts, much to their disgust.
He has extensive scarring on his cheek and neck, and is mute as a result (by choice, he’s able to speak when necessary but finds it uncomfortable). He’s hard to approach and harder to befriend, but at heart he’s a deeply caring person who will do anything to protect his friends.
He also has a pet massiff named Trudy, who he adores and spoils to no end. I haven’t drawn her yet but I will!
Summary: You’re extremely physically affectionate with everyone in the Wolfpack, except for Wolffe. It definitely doesn’t bother him. Then, you do something unexpected.
Warnings: none, wolffe not knowing what’s going on lol, cuddling :)
CHAPTER ONE | TWO
It was another night out at 79′s for the Wolfpack, and of course you were there. Wolffe didn’t dislike you, but you made it difficult for him to truly relax. You smiled and laughed with the other boys, Boost, Comet, and Sinker, always leaning on them and nudging them and hugging them. You smiled at Wolffe, too, but there was a certain bite to your expressions and your words whenever you interacted with him. He didn’t know why, it was the attitude you’d taken up with him from the start. It was as if you were constantly challenging him, but he wasn’t sure what the challenge was or who was winning. It felt like he was losing, though, because you never touched him the way you touched the rest of the Wolfpack.
You would run your hand through Sinker’s silver hair if you complimented it, lean on Comet if he was going quiet during the conversation, or playfully hit Boost on the arm if he made a crazy joke. You never did any of that with Wolffe, even though you spent more time teasing him and bickering with him than anyone else. Wolffe wondered if it was because sometimes one offhand comment would genuinely annoy the other person, and then the harmless bickering would turn into an argument or put a stop to your conversation all together. It was difficult to navigate the waters with you. Wolffe was able to dish whatever you said to him right back, and most of the time you loved it, but sometimes you both got too riled up.
Tonight you were sitting in a U-shaped booth between Wolffe and Sinker, with Boost and Comet sitting on the ends. Somehow you always ended up sitting next to Wolffe, which only highlighted the fact that you were so malleable with everyone other than him. Normally you could stay up for hours, excited by seeing your friends, but tonight you seemed absolutely exhausted. Your teasing towards Wolffe had become less and less intellectual over the course of the night, you’d stooped as low as calling him ‘Wolffey” over and over again. When he told you to stop calling him that and the best comeback you could conjure up was “you stop”, Wolffe knew you were more than ready for bed.
After that you hadn’t really spoken again. You were quiet, sinking into the plush cushioning of the booth and listening to Boost’s voice get louder and louder with excitement. He must have been telling a story, but you weren’t really listening. You were silent enough that even Wolffe stopped paying too much attention to you as he laughed and joked with his brothers.
When a weight settled on Wolffe’s shoulder, he had to stop himself from jumping.
“Wolffey.” You murmured, soft enough that only he could hear, your cheek resting atop the wolf painted on his armor. Your right arm curled around his, and you used it to drag yourself a bit closer. Your left hand wormed its way between his gloved right hand and where it rested on his leg, lacing your fingers together. Wolffe didn’t have the mind to hold your hand back, he was too busy craning his neck to look down at your face.
Your eyes were closed, holding none of the fire and anticipation that normally flared when you spoke to him. You weren’t even smirking from repeating the word you’d been antagonizing him with earlier in the night. Before Wolffe could react, or think of how to react, your actions had caught the attention of Sinker.
“Don’t bother Wolffe anymore tonight.” Sinker chuckled, already starting to pull you away. Boost and Comet looked just as amused. “It’s been so peaceful.”
“I’m not.” You reluctantly let Sinker pull you upright, eyes open upon realizing that you were the object of everyones focus. Thankfully, all Sinker did was playfully roll his eyes and pat your hand before resuming his seemingly hilarious conversation with Boost and Comet.
Wolffe looked down at you discreetly, watching your tired eyes float around to whoever was speaking. Sinker had recognized your behavior as abnormal and pulled you away because he thought you were purposefully trying to bother Wolffe. By touching him. Did he come across as not wanting to be touched? But something told Wolffe that you weren’t trying to bother him, and your weak “i’m not” was actually the truth. He forced his gaze away from you, completely confused by your behavior, although not unhappy about it. That was what he’d wanted, for you to act the same with him as everyone else. Suddenly he wanted to punch Sinker for pulling you away.
Five minutes don’t even pass before you’re leaning closer and closer to Wolffe again, this time less purposefully and more out of drowsiness. When you finally fell asleep and dropped your head to Wolffe’s shoulder, much less subtle this time around, of course the other boys noticed.
“It’s fine.” Wolffe spoke before Sinker could reach for you again, his voice coming out more gruffly than he intended. “They’re asleep.”
Sinker looked between you and Wolffe, only pausing for a moment before he shrugged and said, “If you say so.”
You stayed asleep, leaning against Wolffe for at least another hour. He was convinced that you had woken up once, because somehow you managed to return to your previous position of hugging his arm and holding his hand. Wolffe flexed his fingers, slowly closing them over your hand in return. Although it still felt a bit foreign, Wolffe found that the feeling of you clinging to him brought a great sense of relief.
That feeling was taken away when the night at 79′s came to a close and you jolted awake, probably from sensing the other boys shuffle out of the booth. Wolffe didn’t know what to expect from you, since you seemed more awake now than you had the entire night, but it certainly wasn’t you giving him the most hesitant smile he’d ever seen and then lingering around Comet until you parted from the group.
Wolffe laid awake in his bunk that night, wondering what the next time at 79′s would be like with you.
