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Hello, can you please write a fan fic of a drunk hookup with crosshairs and a fem reader. After a long tiring mission they go to a bar. (They aren’t dating)
Crosshair x f!reader: drunk hookup
warnings: nsfw (18+)
Crosshair ran a hand over his face. The mission had gone on way longer than anticipated and he was tired.
If anyone would utter even one more word around him before he got a drink in, he might just shoot someone.
And to think that all of it was your fault when you kept distracting him whenever he caught sight of you through his rifle.
The worst part? You weren't even doing it on purpose. It was your mere existence that kept distracting him. The determination in your eyes when you moved through a battlefield, your grace and the way your hips swayed—
He shook his head. This was not helping his headache. He needed a drink. Now. But it was a tradition between the two of you to go to a bar together whenever you were close enough to one after a mission, so he had to wait until you were done talking to Hunter.
"Ready?" He asked, impatiently tapping his fingers against his arms as he eyed you.
"Yes, let's get some drinks!" You exclaimed, a smile of your face that made you shine like the sun and Crosshair scowled, only so he could hide the smile tugging at his own lips.
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Once you were sitting at the bar and have been served some alcohol, the tension finally fell from Crosshair's shoulders. The pressure behind his eyes began loosening and his thoughts became a bit clearer again.
That was until he felt your leg hook around his under the bar. It seemed you weren't done distracting him yet.
"Why so tense, Cross?" You smirked up at him and he wished he could wipe that stupid expression of your face.
"You're giving me a headache," he replied, nudging your leg away and turning to take another sip of his drink.
"Sure I am," you continued teasing, "Is that why you're blushing?"
"I'm not."
"Oh you definitely are." Winking, you leaned against him, apparently entirely undeterred by his unimpressed face. "Am I too much to handle for the cold sniper?"
You pouted slightly and Crosshair couldn't help his gaze dropping to your full lips and— No. He was not going there.
"Come on, just admit you like me," your voice dropped to a sultry whisper as you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Everyone can see it."
"Only in your dreams," Crosshair hissed but did not pull back as your hand came to trace the outline of his chest. The alcohol seemed to have made you much bolder than usual.
"Maybe we could make those dreams a reality tonight? You, me, and—" A yelp escaped you before you could finish that sentence when Crosshair grabbed your wrist.
Throwing some credits on the bar, he pulled you towards an empty hallway he had spotted before.
Suddenly, he turned back to face you. "You want this?" He asked, voice rough.
"Yes," you breathed, and wasting no time, he pushed you up against the wall, pressing his body against yours as he leaned down and finally kissed you.
It was messy, hot and desperate. Crosshair tasted the alcohol on your lips and it made him feel even more intoxicated. His teeth biting down on your lower lips drew a groan from you and he swallowed the sound greedily, already yearning for more.
His hands ran over your body until they settled on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh slightly. Another sweet sound escaped you — music to his ears — and he used the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue.
You tilted your head further in reply, hands pulling at his hair, wanting to elicit the same sounds from him. No luck so far as Crosshair continued pressing you against the wall and you could feel the hard plastoid of his armour grinding against your middle.
Then Crosshair moved from your mouth down to your jaw, then your neck. His teeth scraping against the skin there, sucking marks into your skin that he will dare you to hide from the rest of the team later.
Your hands left his hair and he could barely suppress a whine before they were back on his body, this time moving lower. When you grasped to unbuckle his codpiece, Crosshair finally pulled back, his chest heaving and eyes dark.
He stopped you with a hand on your wrist and quickly looked around. His head felt fuzzy and he blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision. Whether it was the alcohol or the taste of you — he couldn't tell.
Finding what he was looking for, he pulled you along and into a storage room. It was tiny, the two of you pressed against each other even as both of you felt the wall against your backs; but you didn't need much space for what you were about to do.
Before Crosshair could pull you into another kiss, you dropped to your knees before him and you could see a self-satisfied smirk spread across his face.
"Go on then," he drawled in a low, husky tone that made the space between your legs feel damp.
Your hands trembled slightly as you reached up to unclasp his codpiece. The clatter when it fell to the floor echoed in the small room. You could already see the outline of him straining against his blacks.
Crosshair — the epitome of impatience once he was off the battlefield — unbuttoned them quickly and you wasted no time getting a feel for his size, wrapping your hand around his length.
Biting his lip, he watched your face as you opened your mouth and he disappeared inside it. It was a sight he would remember for the rest of his life; so sinfully gorgeous as you knelt there and worked him inside.
His hands found your hair, guiding and helping you find a rhythm to start. When he hit the back of your throat, you moaned around him and Crosshair gasped when your throat opened up around him and took him even deeper.
One hand placed on his thigh, the other worked the rest of him that didn't fit inside. Your tongue ran over every ridge and vein, using your teeth to tease him slightly and you felt his grip in your hair tighten in response.
Crosshair banged his head back against the metal as you hollowed your cheeks and drew him in even further into your mouth. A deep groan escaped him from somewhere deep inside his chest and you smiled as you finally achieved your goal.
"I— I'm gonna— ah~" That was all the warning you got before he came down your throat. You swallowed dutifully, milking him until he was soft inside your mouth.
Pulling back, you breathed heavily. Crosshair's grip in your hair loosened and he gently tipped your head up.
"Beautiful," he murmured as his thumb traced your cheek and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.
Tucking himself in quickly, Crosshair crouched down to be face-to-face with you, only to pull you into one final kiss for the night. This time, it was missing all the heat. Instead, his lips were soft as he tasted himself on your lips.
"Fuck, you're amazing," he mumbled against your mouth as his hand found the damp place between your legs and he began to rub little circles there.
You moaned, leaning your head against his chest as your hips desperately chased the friction. It wasn't long until you too reached your peak and collapsed against him entirely.
Crosshair retrieved his hand and rubbed your back as you came down from the high. His own head was pounding with a headache now — but that was a problem he could deal with later on the ship.
I’m having a rough time right now with body image…do you think you could do hc’s of TBB and other clones comforting reader about it? Or a short fic with Echo x reader? Dealer’s choice 🤗 I adore your work, thank you so much!!!❤️❤️
Echo x reader: body image issues
warnings: none
A/N: I hope you can feel better soon <333 there isn't enough Echo love so I decided to do a short fic with him!!
Echo knew of your struggles with your body image. You had told him before on a quiet night, your face pressed against his chest and sniffling slightly. And even though he did not understand how you could not love your body, he intimately understood not liking what you see in the mirror.
And for a while it appeared to be fine enough. You didn't bring it up again for some time and went about as normal. That is until he noticed you glaring at the mirror as if it had personally offended you every time you got ready, and then it escalated into avoiding it entirely.
It wasn't the only thing he noticed too. He noticed how you adjusted slightly when his hand landed on a part of your body that you particularly disliked so that he wasn't touching it anymore.
Of course it filled him with concern but at first he didn't bring it up out of respect. He didn't want to pry into your problems or assume anything that wasn't true but it only seemed to get worse — especially your mood.
You were a lot more quiet now and always on the edge when his hand brushed your body, like a skittish animal, and it broke Echo's heart because… you deserved to be happy and live your life without worrying about a part of you he still could not find any faults in.
One day, he had enough. "Hey, cyare, tell me what's wrong." It was phrased like a demand and yet there was a warmth to his tone.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you muttered, trying to look anywhere but at him as he had crouched down in front of you while you were sitting on the couch.
"Come on, love, you know what this is about," Echo encouraged, placing a hand on your knee and gently rubbing up and down your thigh. You tensed slightly at the touch before relaxing into it. "You know I love all of you and I would never judge anything going on in that pretty mind of yours, even if it's false."
Finally, you met his eyes and the way he looked like a sad puppy made something in your chest tighten. Still, as you opened your mouth, no words came out. The shame was too big, coiled in your stomach and unable to escape as it had lodged itself in there.
"Okay," he looked down for a moment, reconsidering his strategy, "Can you just tell me what it is that you don't like? Because I see the most perfect person in front of me but I want to understand what you see."
A small smile tugged at your lips at his words. Echo had always been good at this — at lifting your spirits and making you see other perspectives.
This, however, was not a conversation you were looking forwards to having. "I… I don't like the shape," you mumbled, hands coming up to fiddle with the hem of your sweater.
Echo's brows furrowed slightly as he looked you up and down. "Shape as in…you want to lose weight? Or gain it? Or is it a general proportions thing?" He paused. "I— I just want to understand, cyare."
"I—" you stopped, your voice getting stuck in your throat. Why was it so hard to find the words and explain? "It's… proportions? Everything? I— there's a certain way I want to look but nothing ever fits the way it should."
Your eyebrows were drawn together as you tried your best not to let the tears fall but then Echo stood and placed a hand on the back of your head, drawing you close. Once your face was buried against his stomach, the gates broke and your tears began staining his clothes as silent sobs shook through your body.
"It's okay, it's okay. Let it out," Echo murmured as he ran a hand over your back. You didn't know how long the two of you stood like that but at some point the energy had been drained out of you and your tears ceased to fall.
Reluctantly, you pulled back, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand while a scowl graced your features. "This is stupid," you mumbled under your breath.
"No, it really isn't," Echo replied, sitting down next to you and continuing to run a hand over your back. Then, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your temple and you leaned into his touch on instinct.
"But it is!" You retorted, burying your face in your hands.
"Okay, then explain to me why it is." Echo's grew even softer around the edges, realising that he wasn't going to get much further by pushing you into a different mindset.
"W—Well i just," you sniffled, "There is this specific style of clothes that I just absolutely adore but every time I try them on, they never sit right on me. And it's just— I mean, I obviously could just wear something else that I know looks good for me but like— I really like that style and—"
"Breathe, cyare," Echo cut in, turning your face towards him and you blinked a few times — almost owlish — as you caught your breath. After a few seconds, Echo continued, "I think I understand a little. I mean not fully yet but— but I think I'm starting too. Thank you for explaining."
You hummed, your gaze dropping to your lap, blinking away new tears.
"You know, I might have a few ideas that could help." Echo's hands dropped from your face and he pulled you into his lap, though now he was the one to avoid your gaze, unsure of how to help you properly.
"Go ahead," you replied, not overly confident that he would have an actual good suggestion.
"I mean, I know this planet is quite small. There aren't that many opportunities to find diversity in clothes but I've walked by so many shops on other planets that look much bigger. Maybe I could take you there?" Echo offered.
"Mh… maybe?" You muttered, very obviously not convinced and Echo furrowed his eyebrows as he ran a hand over your back. Was there something else?
"I… also could try to sew you some clothes? I'm not any good at it but I've picked some things up with the rebellion and I could learn. For you." He started picking at the hem of your shirt, voice turning smaller.
Then he felt you shake against him and for a second he thought you were crying again when he heard the sweetest sound you knew; your laugh.
You were laughing at him.
And Echo couldn't help but laugh with you.
"You're the best." the words were muffled by your face being pressed into his chest but from Echo's chuckle, he definitely heard them.
"I know," he answered with a smile, before pulling you even further into his lap and for the rest of the day, the two of you continued cuddling until your breathing evened out and you inevitably drifted off.
Hello there! Hope you’re having a great day/night!
May I please have SFW fluff with soft!Crosshair x pregnant!F!reader?
I’m yearning for soft!Crosshair (I personally think he’s a big softy on the inside!) and I love the idea of clones being fathers! Maybe he comes home with something the reader’s been craving?
If you’re not comfortable doing this, I completely understand! Thanks for reading! 🩵
Crosshair x f!reader: pregnancy cravings
warnings: none, just pure fluff
A/N: this was so cute to write, I need more soft!cross in my life >.<
comments and reblogs are very appreciated!! :D
The first thing you did when you woke up, was groan. Everything hurt, your back was sore and you barely got any sleep — again. You turned onto your other side with all your sleep-deprived power which took a good minute but it did alleviate the pressure from one side of your body.
Only to place it all on the other.
You were so tired from being pregnant, asking yourself why you had agreed to it in the first place.
A warm hand on your stomach made you look up and you were met with the concerned face of your partner — Crosshair — who had developed a crease of worry between his eyebrows ever since you started showing.
Ah. There was the reason you had agreed.
"Did our little one keep you up again, love?" He muttered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead.
You groaned in reply when it kicked you again and you saw Cross fighting the smile forcing itself onto his face.
"They're getting quite active," he commented.
"A little fighter," you sighed, placing a hand on top of his. "Just like someone else I know."
"You smitten me, cyare." Crosshair captured your lips in a kiss, his other hand moving to the back of your neck to deepen it.
As you traded soft kisses, the sun continued to rise outside and at some point your kid unfortunately started to press on your bladder. With another unimpressed sound, you pulled back and got up.
Crosshair looked at you with knowing eyes, he had learned to read your little sounds a long time ago, before he too got up. "I'll be in the kitchen."
You nodded and went to relive yourself. After washing your hands, a sweet smell started drifting through the cracks of the door and you followed it right to the kitchen.
Crosshair was setting the table with freshly-made pancakes as you went over and unceremoniously plopped down in the chair.
Somehow, on the short walk from the bathroom to the kitchen, the smell had turned from pleasantly sweet to unbearable and nausea-inducing.
"Everything okay?" Crosshair eyed you as he sat down across from you. You were listlessly stabbing your fork into the pancakes, trying to keep the feeling of sickness at bay before it got too bad.
"I don't— I… I can't eat again," you hugged, your fork clinking against your plate as you let it drop onto the table.
"Hey. Hey, it's okay." Crosshair was by your side in a second, pressing your head against his side. You turned slightly to bury your face in the soft fabric of his shirt. "You need energy." He ran his hand through your hair. "Just eat a little bit, okay? I'll get you something better later."
Logically, you knew that was the smart thing to do but it did nothing to change the way your stomach churned with nausea as you stabbed a piece of the pancakes with your fork.
"This is so annoying," you mumbled after finishing almost one. "Why is pregnancy like this?"
"Want to ask Tech?" Crosshair teased. His brother had been more than helpful throughout your pregnancy, reassuring the both of you at every step that all was going well.
However, this was also Tech. And sometimes, he could not stop talking — especially since this was just as exciting and new for him as it was for the both of you.
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The rest of the morning passed in relative quiet as you finished what you could of the pancakes and Crosshair got ready to go out for some business he had to attend.
Once he was dressed in an outfit that made you blush with how attractive he looked, you followed him to the door to say goodbye.
Crosshair crouched down in front of your belly and kissed it softly too. "Keep her safe, fighter, okay?" Your kid kicked in reply and he chuckled, straightening. "I'll be back soon, okay?" Crosshair leaned down to kiss your forehead too before finally leaving you alone in your home.
For a second you looked at it, fighting the stupid tears that seemed to come more often now — something between happiness and sadness, and then turned to go to your little space for your crafts.
You pulled your half-finished blanket with the yarn towards the couch and settled there to work on the blanket you were planning to make for your kid. Thankfully, it wasn't going to be that big but the feel of the yarn made it very tempting to make another adult-sized one.
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Time passed as you worked in silence with the occasional kick from your stomach making you pause and take a deep breath. Meanwhile, the sun rose to its peak and was already setting by the time Crosshair came back.
"I'm home!" He called from the door as you heard the familiar rustling.
"I'm in the living room," you replied, not making any effort to get up as you were in the middle of counting your stitches. Moments later, hands snaked around your hips and under your stomach, lifting it slightly.
A sound that was something between a groan and a whimper escaped your lips as the heaviness lifted off of your tired bones. "Can you do that all day?"
"Mh, I could, but I do have something for you." He kissed your cheek and pulled back.
Turning around with big eyes, you tried to find whatever he had.
Crosshair chuckled. "Make some space for me?"
You scooted over and he sat next to you, pulling out a bag you hadn't seen before. Inside, there were pickles and a jar of melted chocolate. A gasp escaped you as you desperately tried to reach for it.
The combination sounded utterly disgusting in your head but for whatever reason, it was one of the things you had been craving since your pregnancy started and it was also one of the few things you could reliably keep down.
The former sniper laughed again and placed the foods on the coffee table, letting you dip the pickle in the chocolate before doing the same himself.
"Cheers." You knocked it against his and a splatter of chocolate landed on your face. Crosshair quickly leaned forwards and kissed it off before you could finally indulge in some good food together.
For whatever reason, he had developed the same pregnancy cravings as you, and you loved it. You had heard so many time that others were made fun off by their partners but as you looked at Crosshair enjoying the disgusting pickles with you, warmth bloomed in your chest.
i'm closing requests again since there's quite a lot i have to work through, thank you for everyone who submitted one!!
the inbox is still open for any questions or other stuff you wanna leave in there tho :D
also, since my exams are way too close, updates will be slower until the end of july :( i can't guarantee the regularity of them but i'll still try to post twice a week? i hope that's play
Hi! I love youre writing, Im so excited your request are open.
Could you do the clones (tbb and any one else you wanna include) on your birthday, like what they would get you and what kind of day they would plan for you .
🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
Tbb x gn reader: planning your birthday
warnings: none
comments and reblogs are very appreciated :D
The Bad Batch
Hunter
Hunter isn't one to make an extravagant thing out of a day but he wants it to be something you remember.
He knows you always dreamed a little of having a day where you can just disconnect from every day life a little and this might just be that day. With his skills of tracking and his senses, he can lead you to the perfect spot away from everyone where the two of you can enjoy some quiet time alone.
For later that evening, he had already booked a table at your favourite restaurant with a booth in the quieter area of the place where you can just relax and talk.
As a gift he put his knife to work and carved you beautiful figurines of your favourite animals that are just perfect for the new shelf you bought.
Tech
Tech knows that your birthday has an important meaning for you even if he doesn't fully understand it. So, he already started preparing weeks before, and the fact he keeps track of all your likes helps a lot.
Of course, he can't do everything all at once in just one day, so he picks ones that flow together the best.
At first he planned a slow start to the day with the two of you just cuddling, after which he takes you on the Marauder to visit a beautiful place. Then, he takes you back to your home planet where he had already booked a delivery of your favourite food right to your house, paired with your favourite desert.
You are already reaching for it when he takes it away from you and says "Not yet." You don't even have time to complain as he pulls you towards a hill that is a bit further from everything else.
There, he sets up a picnic blanket with the food and some cosy blankets before pulling you to sit next to him. He picked the place because it has the best place of the night sky and he kisses you softly as you share stories and look into the sky.
Wrecker
He would start by serving you breakfast in bed while cuddling. Of course he made it all from scratch and got the ingredients right from your home planet and even got some recipes from your parents to make it as homely as possible.
Then, Wrecker would invite all your all of your friends for a surprise party (that isn't too surprising, he didn't want to overwhelm you)
He made sure to get all your favourite snacks and foods for it too but he didn't just buy them, no, he specifically learned how to make them from scratch too.
And he'd end the day with lots of cuddles and kisses while you fall asleep in his arms.
As a gift, he'd give you soooo many plushies of your favourite animals so you always have someone to cuddle with when he's not there.
And also, he'd try to find little keepsakes that you can display and that glint beautifully in the light, just to remind you of either places you've been before or places he had been and where he thought of you.
Crosshair
Crosshair doesn't seem like the type but he notices everything about you. So he also noticed every little hint you dropped about how you wanted your birthday to go.
He takes you to try various activities you had been gushing about for the past months or so.
At first he stands off to the side with his arms crossed and looking entirely unimpressed, until you try to pull him in to participate.
He'll resist at first and complain but then he rolls his eyes and joins anyway with his signature smirk (and he'll never admit it but he actually had fun)
After that, he might take you to a café to try various desserts to satisfy both of your sweet tooths.
All that's left now is to cuddle up against each other and enjoy each others presence with some quiet time.
As a gift, he doesn't buy you anything. However, he has picked up various crafts over the time and so he has sewn you a gorgeous outfit that fits you perfectly, paired with a few simpler pieces he has embroidered with cute little animals, or plants, or just aesthetic swirls.
Echo
Echo planned a more low-stakes day that is supposed to be deeply personal and entirely about you without any pressure or fuss.
In the morning, he is already ready with your favourite drink and a kiss when you wake up. And after a lazy start, he'll take you to a quiet spot where the two of you can just talk, share stories and enjoy the peace.
After which he surprises you by taking you to a little shop or market that you mentioned ages ago that you'd love to browse. Of course, he insists on carrying everything you buy.
At the end of the day he brings you back home and makes a simple home-cooked meal for you that might not be as complex and perfect as Wrecker's cooking, but he learned some of your comfort dishes and tried his best.
As a gift, he got you a piece of jewellery in your favourite colour. It is on a little chain so you can always wear it with you and have a piece of him with you at all times in a way.
HI! I would like to request a General headcanon stuff of a reader with a tail! I don't really see anything about readers with unique features. I imagine the tail to be like, prehensile and can grab onto things and is very expressive. I like to imagine also that it likes to grab onto their partners a lot and they use it to tease them when standing by each other. :) yes it's fluffy
Tbb x gn reader: you have a tail [general]
warnings: none
A/N: this was so interesting!! it really is rare but it has the opportunitues to be so cute!!
comments and reblogs are very appreaciated :D
Hunter
Your tail for Hunter is something that is just incredibly pleasant.
First, it is not overwhelming on his senses when you touch him like direct skin-to-skin would due to its fluffiness. So often he prefers your tail wrapped around his hand when walking with you rather than walking with your hands intertwined.
Second, it is another way for him to tell how you feel, which makes many interactions much easier. Yes, he can hear things like your heartbeat and all, and he often relies on that, but it is much easier when he can so obviously see the movement and it takes much less energy.
On top of that, it's fluffy, meaning it is very easy for him to track and find you when there are tiny hairs of yours everywhere and the smell those hairs leave around his home and clothes is a place of comfort for him.
One of his favourite things though, is when you come up to him with a teasing smile and wrap your tail around his waist.
"Something you want?" he mutters, his voice low and husky.
"You," you reply with a smirk, pulling him closer to you. Your tail was just long enough to wrap around his tiny waist and it pushed your bodies against each other nicely
Tech
In Tech's eyes. you're absolutely fascinating. He has never had much contact with someone of your biology and he treats it almost reverently the first time his hands run over your fluffy tail.
"It is… surprisingly soft," he remarks and a gasp of surprise escapes him when you wrap it around his hand. "Fascinating."
He quickly grabs his datapad and begins noting down his thoughts and hypothesis he wants to test. Then question after question spills from his lips and you chuckle as your tail sways from side to side behind, humouring him by answering each one.
"That movement, is it mood based?" He asks, pointing at your tail.
"Why don't you just observe it for a few days, hm?"
And that's exactly what Tech did. He mapped out all the little differences in the movement; how it dropped when you were tired and how it stood up straight when you were interested in one of his rants.
However, what he enjoyed most was when you used it to get his attention. Wrapping it around his wrist to pull it away from his datapad. Sometimes you put it under his jaw and turned his head towards something that had caught your interest.
It tickled slightly and it was a weird sensation for him at first but he quickly grew to love it.
Wrecker
Wrecker is as enthusiastic about you having a tail as he is about the rest of your body; he just unapologetically loves it.
At first, he doesn't understand it fully and is very very careful to not accidentally crush it since it looks so delicate.
What he absolutely comes to adore though is running his hand over it over and over again.
"It's so soft!" he exclaims as you brush it over his cheek, chuckling at the sensation. Then you reach for the edge of the blanket with it to pull it over the both of you and he gasps.
"You can do that?" Wrecker's eyes are wide in awe.
"Yeah, I can," you laugh, kissing his cheek.
"Woah, that's so cool! What else can you do? Can you throw explosives? Or—"
A lot of time is spent on him asking you questions and being fascinated after that.
Crosshair
Your tail is a tool for a lot of teasing from both sides.
You love going up to him and sticking it in between his armour plates or just under the edge of his blacks to tickle him. It always irritates him when he feels the little hairs against his skin and he turns to you to glare.
"What was that all for?" He snaps.
"Mh, can't I touch my partner?"
"Not when I know you're gonna leave me hanging again before I can kiss you," he challenges.
"You have to deserve it first," you smirk.
"Are you sure you're not just too scared?" Crosshair leans closer with a smirk.
You scoff, slapping him in the face with your tails as you walk away. Before you can even make it three steps, a hand wraps around your tail and pulls you back.
"Ah!" you yelp, "That hurt, Cross," you warn though it didn't really. Cross knows exactly where the line is and he'd never hurt you intentionally.
"Mh, you like it," he muttered, face hovering right in front of yours, breath hot against your face.
"I most definitely—" your protests are cut short but Cross capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He pulls you closer by your hips and you wrap each other's bodies firm against each other with your tail.
Echo
Echo loves your tail like any other part of your body. He's not one to often engage in physical contact since his skin is still quite sensitive after everything and it tickles him just a little too much.
But he never complains, even if he keeps finding little hairs in his armour and the little mechanisms of his prosthetics. In fact, he likes having this little reminder of you whenever he's on some mission.
The thing he loves most though, is something the two of you discover by accident.
Echo and you walk along the paths of Pabu, fingers intertwined and pleasant conversation flowing between the two of you.
"Hey, let me just…" Echo slips his hand out of your grasp to reach for something in one of his pouches. It was a common thing; with only one hand Echo was quite limited but you wish that you could keep contact with him.
An idea comes to you then and while Echo was rummaging in his pockets, you wrap your tail around his upper thigh. He stiffens for a moment before relaxing into the touch.
"So you can always have a free hand," you explain and he smiles.
"That's a nice idea." He leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead.
The moment you open the door, you know it happened again, and you huff a deep sigh.
“Hunter,” you say, an edge of annoyance to your voice, “you can’t keep doing that.”
Hunter sits on your couch, shoulders hunched and looks at you with sad eyes and you almost feel bad for him. But only almost.
It isn’t like you just broke up with him. It’s been 4 months and 7 keys.
“Key,” you say, holding out your hand. Hunter only shakes his head.
“You can’t be serious,” you groan and turn around to your new partner who is stepping in behind you with your groceries. “Did you leave the bedroom window again?”
Your partner rolls their eyes and shrugs. “No. Maybe the bathroom window.”
The bathroom window is just big enough that a fat raccoon squeezed through once. Hunter would never fit.
You turn back to him and get a sheepish look in return. “You know what, I don’t even wanna know,” you groan. “Now are you going to get out on your own or do I need to get the broom again?!”
Hunter opens his mouth to say something but snaps it shut when you step towards the kitchen and scurries out of the flat. You lock the door behind him and exhale. This is getting exhausting.
“You know,” your partner says from the kitchen, “my offer to get him one of those dog beds still stands.”
“Be careful or I’ll get the broom for you.”
Can you do GN!reader (or a character of your choice) breaking up with the batch 😇(specifically Crosshair xD)
I think I would prefers headcanon's but if you want to write a fic with Crosshair being broken up with I don't mind either xD
Now I shall wait patiently <3 (or not, I am not Crosshair)
Tbb x gn reader: breaking up with them
warnings: stalking, mentions of suicidal ideations, manipulation (that's mainly cross)
A/N: heheheh love this one it's so evil xd pls never do that to them
comments and reblogs are very appreciated!!
Hunter
Hunter notices that something is wrong way before you initiate the conversation. He can tell by the rapid beat of your heart that was usually like a calm lullaby for him and the nervous tapping of your fingers that has been driving him insane for the better half of the day.
Then you approach him with the words, "I want to break up."
Something inside him drops and Hunter doesn't make the following conversation easy for you. He is possessive and protective and unfortunately that has turned into some control issues and they are present even now.
He'll make you look him in the eyes and repeat the words, his eyes dark and jaw clenched tight as his gaze seems to bore into your soul.
"Are you sure? Really sure?" He'll ask again and again even though you have given him no signs that you were doubting your decision. Once he's convinced you meant it, he'll sigh and nod and let you leave.
But as days pass, you notice that's he's somehow still always around. You'll randomly walk into him in the market square when he's never been a fan of the overstimulating place. And in other places you frequent that he was never fond of, Hunter suddenly appears too.
It's almost worse than when you were a couple and he had a hard time to let you out of his sight but Hunter really just struggles to let you go. Maybe after a few confrontations it gets better but if you still live close by, you're not getting rid of him.
Tech
"I want to end our relationship. I'm breaking up with you, Tech."
Tech blinks behind his googles, tilting his head as his mind works through any mistake he had made that could have warranted such a reaction. "I see. And this decision is based on…?"
He wants a logical explanation. Data-points, reasons, explanations, anything that could help him solve this issues like any other problem he encounters. And you provide the reasons, one after another.
Tech counters each of them with one of his own points, offering solutions to each of them as if he had already been aware of the issues and has been thinking about them.
"I have already calculated that we are compatible in 93.8% of key relationship metric. If your concerns are my availability, I can adjust my schedule," he offers with a straightforward tone.
When you still deny, something in his face falters and he goes unusually quiet, almost as if he's a little empty. You were his comfort person and a steady part of his life, and with you gone… it's hard for him to adjust to this emptiness that you leave behind.
Tech nods and turns back to his datapad, trying to drown the thoughts about you in his work but unfortunately, there's so much data he gathered about you that he can't avoid that makes even his work hard to retreat to.
What he does instead is not exactly… healthy. And he knows it but he can't stop himself, not when his curiosity and his care for you takes over. At first he tells himself it's just making sure you're alright but he keeps looking up information about you; where you are, what you do, who you hang out with…
Tech basically starts stalking you because he just cannot look away and it's destroying him inside because he knows it's wrong.
Wrecker
"I want to break up with you."
Wrecker face goes through many emotions at your statement before he settles on a nervous laugh. "Ha! Good one. Almost had me there," he chuckles, thinking — hoping — that you were simply joking. But as you stay silent and stoic, his smile crumbles.
"Wait. No. No, no, no no. You… you can't be serious, right?" Wrecker's voice cracks and the voice that usually fills room now seems small and fragile. He'll try to fix it with a hug, a desperate attempt to fix it like he usually does but you step back and he freezes.
He'll ask why over and over again, eyes wet as he keeps muttering about mistakes he might have made and that he could make it better. "Did I do something? Was I too loud? Too much? People have told me that before. I— I can be quieter, I promise I—"
You cut his ramblings off and your own heart breaks as his sad face meets yours. You didn't want to hurt him but it just wasn't working out and you calmly tell him the reasons.
Wrecker won't argue. He'll listen and nod as he sniffs, trying to hold back a complete breakdown. "O—Okay. Yeah. If that's what you need. It's okay, I'll be alright."
He'll turn away, wanting to be alone and for you to not see him falling apart. Wrecker respects your decision and he keeps his distance from you but every time you see him, he'll wave at you with a tiny, sad smile on his face and a hopeful look in his eyes.
Crosshair
Don't do it. Please just don't. Never. For your own sanity.
At least think about it thrice before you enter a relationship with him because you should never break it off. But if you do find yourself in that situation, I wish you lots of luck, it's not gonna be pretty.
First, I think there's a difference if you break up with him during the clone wars era or the empire post Tantiss.
Clone Wars Crosshair
"I'm breaking up with you."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, the world seems to stop and the air freezes. Crosshair turns to glare at you, the toothpick snapping between his teeth.
"Say that again." His voice is cold, almost a command and not a suggestion. When you do, he laughs — a sharp, bitter sound that leaves you shrinking back.
"You're joking. You have to be. After everything…" Crosshair paces as he's muttering to himself, his hands twitching towards his rifle but he holds them still against his side.
Then he whirls around, eyes hard. When his mouth opens, insult after insult spills out, doing everything to pick at every little insecurity you have.
"So was this all just pity then? Did you feel bad for the defective clone, huh? Come on, tell me!" He raises his voice only slightly but at your terrified face, he crumbles slightly, loosing the steam in his rant.
"Please, just… Think about it. Don't— Don't do this. Don't destroy this," he'll start pleading, doing anything he knows to get you back but when you still refuse, he goes eerily quiet.
He doesn't stop you from leaving, even as his hands shake and he throws himself into more missions. There is no mercy he feels as more and more blood stains his hands but he doesn't care anymore, it's the only thing he can do to keep the thoughts about you at bay.
Post-Tantiss Crosshair
"We're done, Cross. I'm breaking up with you."
Crosshair nods as the words settle in the silence between you. He doesn't lash out since his experiences have dulled his edges but there's something behind his eyes that shatters.
"I see," he murmurs, turning his back to you. "You know, there was one good thing left in my life. And now you're taking that from me too," a bitter laugh escapes him. "Everyone else gave up on me. They abandoned me but I thought— I was foolish to think you were different. Stupid to think you were loyal and that I could trust you."
You open your mouth to say something, to defend yourself but Crosshair is faster as his voice turns hard. "You were the last thing I was holding on for. My life has no meaning without you by my side… I might leave for good."
The implication hangs between you heavily. You don't know if he's serious, you've heard of his attempts to sacrifice himself before and it fills your heart with fear. You're torn between making sure he'll be okay and protecting your own health.
"Please." The word is quiet as it leaves Crosshair's lips. Rare coming from him, but then the begging really starts. "Please, please don't leave me. I— I can't… not without you. Please."
He swallows but then shakes his head. "Forget it. I understand. Leave me alone."
You hesitate for a moment before turning and leaving him alone. Over the next weeks, Crosshair becomes even more withdrawn than he already was as he retreats into himself. He's hurt, and he doesn't want to trust anyone with his heart anymore.
Echo
"I want to break up with you. It's— It's just not working for me."
Echo's lips are pressed into a thin line once those words leave your mouth and his posture shifts slightly as tension settles in his shoulders. He takes the entire thing with a dignity that somehow makes it worse.
"I understand," his voice is tight but not angry. Just a little tired. There are no arguments and no bargaining coming from him, simply an acceptance of your words.
He asks once if you're sure, if that is what you want and if you agree, he'll nod. "Alright. Just…. I want you to be happy. If that's without me, that's—" a little hitch in his breath gives him away, "that's fine. I'll manage."
It isn't a big sign, but you can tell he is destroyed by the little signs you have learned to read after all your time together.
Echo will keep working and fighting for what's right, maybe even throw himself into more missions and stay absolutely reliable. But when the day turns into night, he'll catch himself sitting alone, looking at his hand and remembering what it was like to hold you.
It bubbles up even more when he has to take care of his prosthetics and there isn't someone around who can bring him the salve he forgot on the shelf again.
Despite all of that, Echo will never stop caring about you. You are an amazing person in his mind and deserve to be protected and he'll continue doing that quietly. He'll contact one of your friends to make sure you aren't alone but he'll never make you see his own pain.
If the situation ever arises where you need him, he'll be there in a heartbeat anyway, even if it's something silly like moving boxes into your new home. But that's just who Echo is, insanely respectful and putting his own suffering after the people he cares about.
hi there!!!! hope you're having a good day.. your work is so cute and i wanted to know if you could write some romantic tbb hcs for a reader (gn is fine) who is on the shorter/more petite side? (ok personally i'm 4'11 but you can leave the reader's height up to your imagination) thank you sm if you do end up writing this, bye bye!!😚🫶
tbb x gn short!reader: general hc
warnings: none
Hunter
He doesn't really care about your height but he will pay attention to it and be really mindful of it, like reaching for something instinctively when you couldn't get to it.
Hunter just really doesn't make a big deal out of your height difference, especially since he knows what it's like to get teased about being shorter than the others by someone like Cross. If you are the one getting teased, he'll make sure to reassure you if the comments get to you.
But he does love that while everyone around him is taller and all, you are not because it means that you fit perfectly against him.
When he wraps his arms around you from behind for example, his chin can rest perfectly on top of your head and he finds it incredibly grounding and calming to breathe in the smell of your hair and just you.
His protective streak also kicks in with you, especially in very crowded areas, where others are more prone to push you and overlook you. His heightened senses help with it since he's always aware of where you are and he likes to keep a hand on your lower back. Hunter will glare at anyone who is not respectful of your space too.
Tech
Honestly, he does neither acknowledge nor really care about the fact that you're short. For him it's just a fact like any other about you, just like your eye colour or the way you eat your breakfast.
That is until you run into a problem where something is just very obviously not made for you, like reaching things on the Marauder that are too high up that might be vital in a mission.
So there really only is one solution in his mind, and it's for him to engineer his way around it and make something that will help you. He will think about integrating foldable stepping stools into the walls that make it easier for you to reach compartments. And Tech will also try to reorganize the ship in a way that places things you reach for often at a more comfortable height for you.
Also, the one time where he does actively acknowledge your stature is when there is a small space on the Marauder he cannot physically reach and he will ask you if you are willing to help him.
Wrecker
He absolutely loves your height for the simple reason that it is so easy for him to pick you up or to get things down for you. He loves helping others and your stature just lends itself perfectly for that.
Similarly to Hunter, he will also be protective of you in crowded spaces and keep a hand wrapped around your waist and very pointedly shove back when someone pushes you.
On the topic of picking you up, he loves doing it for no reason at all. Like, placing you on the counter so it's easier for him to reach down and place a kiss on your lips. Or putting you on his shoulder so it is easier for you to see something.
Sometimes he forgets his strength a little though and his hugs will be a little crushing at first until he adjusts but he is also always careful to never hurt you. His cuddles in general are really just the best with your height difference though, he can basically wrap himself completely around you and it's one of the safest you feel.
Crosshair
Teasing. So much teasing. He's already teasing Hunter for his height, he's about to tease you even more. Like, "Careful, the wind's gonna blow you away." Or, "didn't see you down there" after 'accidentally' bumping into you.
Also, be careful of your belongings. One moment of inattention and he's grabbing the thing from your hands and holding them out of your reach with that annoying smirk of his on his face that you get very close to wiping off. He really just loves your little pout when he does that and kissing it away once he decides he has enough.
Crosshair also loves teasing you in quiet ways, like pointedly leaning down to hear you better or something like that.
But if anyone else ever teases you? Nope. That's not acceptable. It is something that is reserved only for him and he knows that you're fine with his teasing and it's not meant in a mean way but with other people that is much harder to tell.
If someone says anything about your height, he will bump into them, glare at them and leave a scathing comment that will make them run and never bother you again.
Echo
Echo notices your height but much like the rest, he doesn't make a big deal out of it and will just instinctively adapt to it. He knows what it's like to have a body that the isn't really considered in the design for most things so if there are cabinets or compartments that are not reachable for you, he will help without a word.
He also loves loves the height difference even if he won't really admit it. Something about the act of leaning down to kiss you on the forehead is something that feels deeply intimate for him and your height lends itself perfectly for that. Similarly, he loves how you fit against him because it's so easy for him to wrap his arms around you.
Sometimes, a joke/teasing comment or two might slip out (he grew up with Fives, he picked some habits up) but it's never meant seriously and they are never really attacking in a way that a lot of other people's are.
Echo is also protective like the rest of the batch and keeps an eye out for you in crowds but he's not as overbearing as the others. He'll subtly make sure you have enough space around you and maybe glare but it really takes a lot for him to become physical and shove someone out of the way.
Coruscant Guard
Coruscant Guard & gn!antisocial!jedi!reader: hiding your anxious side
501st
Fives x f!reader: flirting and jealousy [explicit]
TBB
Tech & teen!reader: comforting you after a nightmare
Crosshair x f!baker!reader: pining after you
Crosshair x f!jedi!reader: slice of life on Pabu [explicit]
Crosshair x f!reader: pregnancy cravings
Crosshair x f!reader: drunk hookup [explicit]
Emerie x f!reader: friends to lovers [explicit]
Echo x gn!reader: body image issues
TBB
Crosshair x gn!reader: general [explicit]
Tech x gn!jedi!reader: Tech post Hemlock's programming
501st
Rex x gn!reader: domestic life after the war
Misc.
Jango Fett x gn!reader: general
could i request headcanons with the clones' ideal type for their S/O?
thank you very much and have a good day/night ^^
Clones and their ideal type for their S/O
warnings: none
A/N: ahh thank you so much!! i went for a more personality based type since i think the clones wouldn't really care about looks so yeah
The Bad Batch
Hunter's type is someone who is willing to reassure him when he spirals in his anxiety again and who is able to pull him out and make him see what is actually going on. And if you are attuned to his heightened senses and make them not feel overwhelmed, even better.
Tech's type is someone who thrives on information and is willing to engage in various debates with him and are also never annoyed by hours of rants about a topic he's currently focused on. Bonus point is when you are specialized in a field and can correct him.
Wrecker's type is someone who can keep up with his energy, preferably just as strong so he doesn't have to be scared to hurt you. Ideally, you also love food and/or can cook well or know the most interesting recipes.
Crosshair's type is someone quiet by choice and who will challenge him but never prod too much. Also someone who can look past his walls and other defences and most importantly, someone he can trust who will stay loyal to him.
Echo's type is someone calm, someone he can come back to at the end of the day and relax, but also someone who shares the same morals/sense of justice and will fight for what's right instead of sitting back and letting others do it.
Commanders
Wolffe's type is someone who just gives him a break from all the stupidity he feels exists around him. Preferably, you have some bite of your own and can snark with him whenever he's in the mood.
Fox's type is someone he can trust to be relaxed around and let his guard down. Someone who can prove they're trustworthy, won't demand too much energy for him and is willing to take care of him when he's way past his breaking point and refusing to rest.
Cody's type is someone who is just as competent as him in whatever field they specialise in and who won't back down from a challenge. But also someone who thrives on protecting and caring for others and holds this in a similar high regard as their occupation.
Mayday's type is a calm soul with whom he can sit down and spend an entire day just sharing stories with. Someone who wants to spend time with him in various ways so you can share each others hobbies too.
501st
Rex's type is someone who can go toe-to-toe with him and is just as competent and ready to fight but is also able to have a softer side. Someone who won't judge him if he gets emotional and needs someone to be close for a moment before he can be strong again.
Fives' type is an adventurous soul who will not back down from a challenge or a prank. Ideally, you prank him right back while engaging in reckless flirting. He loves someone who has a relaxed side but won't hesitate to defend the ones they love or debate philosophy with him.
Jesse's type is a generally carefree soul who will joke around with him but also fight with him for what's right when the time comes. Preferably a person who knows all the gossip too and can share it with him.
Kix's type is someone who's self-sustaining. After caring for all of his brothers all day, he wants someone who doesn't always need him to take care off. He just wants to spend some carefree and relaxed time with you.
Hardcase's type it someone unashamedly loud as him and will not talk him down from his insane ideas but instead even encourage them and participate too, maybe even throw in some of their own. Just someone who is unafraid to be themselves.
Dogma's type is someone who respects regulations as much as him but at the same time, can take charge and show him that it's not fatal to go against them every once in a while; adhering to every word all the time is stressful for him, no matter how much he wants to.
Tup's type is someone who is not necessarily sensitive but attuned to emotions and not afraid when it comes to waiting for him when he's not yet ready for another step. Someone who won't get tired from reassuring him when hos worries get the better of him.
Misc.
Howzer's tpye is pacifist who does not drag him into another fight when it is avoidable. Ideally also someone who holds romantic gestures/an act of service in a similar high regard as he does.
Gregor's type is someone who is adventurous and not scared to go through with some insane ideas while also able to slow down and just exist with him. Someone who will not make fun of his more quirky ways due to his brain injury or when he struggles remembering things.
