my clone headcanons: "who did this to you" wound trope
a/n: yesyesyesyes crash out crash out crash out
gn reader
warnings: none
hunter is impossible to lie to. he finds the injuries and wounds you try to hide from the group all the time, his mouth pressed in a flat line as he crouches to the floor in front of you. “easy, easy…” he murmurs when you flinch away from him. he rubs his hands down your shoulders slowly, leaning in close to meet your eyes. his gaze burns with anger, but his voice is soft, reassuring you that you’re safe. “who did this to you?” he asks.
tech is known to figure things out pretty quickly, putting two and two together like it’s nothing. he sits at your side with his lips pursed together, hesitating before he rests a light hand on your thigh to get your attention. you glance at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you. he speaks so calmly despite the threat laced in his tone. “you can make it easy for the both of us and tell me who did this to you. or i can find them myself.”
wrecker gets scary when he’s pissed off, and that is exactly what he is when you get hurt, suddenly ready for a fight that he knows he’ll win. but he reserves his gentleness for you, cupping your face with his hands that are so large you basically disappear inside his grasp. he caresses your cheeks, the creases on his face deepening with his frown. “who did this to you?” he growls in a low voice, “i’ll take care of ‘em for you…”
crosshair is dangerous when he’s still and silent, his jaw tightening as hot anger boils under his skin. he brushes a careful finger over the tears and blood staining your cheeks, dragging his touch down to your chin where he tilts your face up, scowling darkly. “who did this to you?” he hisses. he wraps his hand around your jaw when you don’t say anything, leaning in so close that he whispers, “staying quiet won’t help him…”
echo just wants you to open up to him—to trust him when you’re in a vulnerable spot. he of all people knows how hard that is, which is all the more reason he craves this intimacy with you. he grips your hands gently, taking the med patches away so that he can dress your wound himself. he’s not looking at you as his stern voice rumbles through the silence. “who did this to you?” then he stares up at you. “i won’t ask again.”
wolffe doesn’t beat around the bush, and he doesn’t let you do so, either. his voice is deep and commanding when he stands over you, folding his arms over his chest. “look at me.” you lift your head slowly, with hesitation, so he cups the side of your face and tilts your face up, brushing his thumb over some tears to swipe them away. his eyebrows draw together in subtle anger ever so slightly, narrowing his gaze at you. “i’m not going to repeat myself,” he breathes quietly. “tell me who did this.”
fox is a stickler for the rules until someone hurts you, and suddenly, he’s a hypocrite who itches to burn whoever is responsible for this. he loses his cool just like that, grabbing your face with a slightly crazed look in his eyes when he demands, “who the fuck did this to you?” his breath comes in fast as he slides his hands down to cup the back of your neck, a possessive grip that reminds you that you’re his to protect.
cody never cowers from a fight worth his time, and you’re worth everything to him. he folds his arms over his chest and asks “who did this to you?” you shake your head, “cody, don’t…” he frowns and crouches low to the floor slowly, kneeling between your legs. “nobody has to get hurt,” he tells you, taking your hands to kiss your bruised knuckles. “you’re lying out of your ass,” you mutter. “and you’re hiding from me.”
mayday grips your waist, holding you still as you try to squirm away from his help. “shh, come here, let me take a look,” he orders softly, his voice spreading over your body like warm, relaxing waters that pull you under. “you’re alright…” he murmurs, stroking the top of your head slowly while assessing the damages. he clicks his tongue in disapproval and lifts his head to meet your eyes in a hard stare. “who did this to you?”
rex touches the back of your neck, slowly tightening his hand to turn you around. you avoid his gaze while he looks down at your body, around your face in quiet observation. “give me a name,” is all he says. you tilt your head and sigh, shaking your head, but he cups your face to stop your movements. he leans in close, staring with a sharp, unwavering determination. “maybe i wasn’t clear the first time,” he murmurs in a low tone.
fives has a temper everyone knows about, and the best way to set it off is for something to happen to you. he plants his hands down around your sitting frame, caging you into his body. your faces are close, your breaths even closer, mingling and shared as he stares into your eyes unflinchingly. “who did this?” he asks firmly. “fives, don’t make a big deal out of—” he shakes his head, “oh, we’re making a big fucking deal out of this.”
kix has a caretaking instinct that prioritizes your wellbeing over anything else. he feels guilty when he’s not there to prevent you from getting hurt, but he’s always there to fix up the damages. his eyes soften into a pained frown as he cradles the back of your head and strokes your hair. he kisses your scalp, whispering, “you’re safe now, you’re okay…” he waits for you to catch your breath. “can you tell me who did this to you?”
jesse is the type of guy to react to your pain like it’s his own. you already know he’s going to be pissed, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when a heavy glare shadows his expression, and he snaps, “who did this to you? which fucker was it—” you cut him off before he gets too riled up, whispering, “jesse, calm down, please…” he scowls and cups the back of your head to pull you into his chest protectively. “like hell i’ll calm down…”
hardcase feels like a bucket of cold water is dumped over his head when you’re hurt. the reality of your pain sobers him up faster than he can blink, and things aren’t so fun and games anymore. he settles you into his lap and lets you lean your weight on him, giving up all your strength. “hey…” he murmurs in your ear, his strong arms around you as you quiver in his embrace. “shit, what happened? who did this to you?”
gregor knows you’re tough enough to handle yourself, but he still freaks out at any blemish big or small. “who did this?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. “you want me to handle them for you?” you wave him off, “gregor, i’m fine…” but he’s not convinced, stroking a hand down your hair as he rasps, “you’re not fine, look at you…” he buries his face into the top of your head, kissing you softly. “c’mon, tell me who it was…”
howzer cups his hands around your face delicately, like you’re made of glass, exhaling raggedly as he presses a long, hard kiss to your forehead. his lips linger against your skin when he murmurs, “who did this to you?” and he slides his hands down to wrap you in a tight embrace. “tell me, and i swear he won’t ever put his hands on you again, yeah?” he pulls back, searching your eyes with his own, whispering, “you trust me?”
emerie concerns herself with taking care of you before asking any questions, but the silence drags on as she furrows her eyebrows and tentatively touches her fingertips to your wound. you don’t seem to react in discomfort, so she presses her hand down over the bandage, smoothing her touch out in a comforting circle. “you’re not going to tell me what happened?” she asks, kissing your shoulder, “who did this…?”
if you've already done this then my b but could we get some Commander Fox headcanons? both sfw/nsfw are fine <333 i love your stuff so much oml
Aw thank you so much 🫶🏼 so sorry this took 84 years to answer
I've never really written headcanons before, but ofc I have some so I'll give it a go. Not sure if this turned out right
Fox x fem!reader headcanons
Tags/warnings: some angst and some NSFW bits
Wordcount: 2.2k
◈ Fox is one of the most loyal, by the book troopers in the GAR. He's been put in charge -- of the entire Coruscant basically -- for a reason after all. He wants to follow the rules, keep his brothers safe and do his duty.
◈ He knows everything that moves on his planet. He knows the comings and goings of his brothers' battalions. He keeps track of everything.
◈ But he is overworked and exhausted, and quickly becomes disillusioned with the reality of Coruscant, senators, and the status the clones have.
◈ Little by little, Coruscant not necessarily breaks him, but forces him to adapt in ways he never really expected. He maintains the appearance of the 'by the book Commander', but constantly exploits loopholes and quickly learns how to manipulate and blackmail people.
◈ But it's never for his own gain - no, it is always for his vode. It's to keep them safe when senators get overbearing or demand the decommissioning of some shiny only because he forgot to open a door or some banthashit like that. His brothers in the Guard remain his priority.
◈ His fear of losing a little brother to decommissioning turns him into a control freak. The best way to protect his vode is prevention, and to do that the Guard has to be perfect. He has to be perfect.
◈ That's how his reputation as an unreasonable asshole starts to spread. He demands perfection. He allows no room for error. If a shiny makes the tinniest mistake, he's running drills until his knees give and he collapses. His men start to be afraid of making mistakes. They start to be afraid of him. Very few know that the punishments he implements are better than the alternative.
◈ Soon he doesn't even need to shout or glare or supervise drills - the men begin correcting themselves. New troopers are already scared of him before they even get their transfer orders to the Guard.
◈ It's a little isolating, but he's fine with it. He doesn't need his men to like him -- he needs them to be safe. And he's fine with everyone thinking he's a tough, uncaring asshole.
◈ So when he meets you -- and suddenly his heart beats faster, stomach flutters, palms get sweaty and thoughts scramble -- Fox is annoyed. He simply does not have the time for a crush and sees you as a distraction.
◈ He's curt and a little brash at first, but not out of malice - more out of circumstance. Relationships with nat-borns aren't allowed. He knows his men must be breaking that rule, but as long as he doesn't hear about it, it means they're careful enough and they can carry on. He, however, doesn't have the time or the need for it.
◈ Now, the months/years spent on Coruscant do eventually change his views on personal relationships - or maybe the loneliness finally gets to him -- but by the time that happens, he's already managed to convince you that he doesn't like you and has no idea how to fix it.
◈ He wasn't cruel -- but he was never warm. Never friendly and open like Thorn or Hound, or even Thire and Stone. His interactions with you were always short and to the point. He never found the time to humour you when you tried to slip in small questions to get to know him. He always blankly stared at you from behind the safety of his expressionless helmet until you stopped trying to make an effort.
◈ But Maker, did he feel it when you stopped making an effort. Like a punch to the gut. He noticed the way your sentences around him got shorter. How your smile always faltered when you entered his office. How you tried to keep your interactions under five minutes. And he hated it -- and himself-- for it deeply.
◈ So what Fox does to attempt to fix it is he watches you. Carefully. Intently. He learns your schedule. He studies the way the other men talk to you and how you talk to them and tries to mimic that. When he suddenly asks you how the concert or movie or art exhibition was - because he was listening when you told Thorn about your plans the other day -- your brain freezes. He's never asked you a personal question before.
◈ Of course, unfortunately for him, he hasn't quite mastered one aspect of casual chitchat. The tone. He asks in the same dry and a little irritated way he usually barks orders. It sounds a little like he's criticizing your choice of entertainment. But he doesn't realise until after you've left his office and he mentally goes over your entire interaction 3 or 4 times.
◈ Now, because he was always working, always focused on the duty he had to his vode and to Coruscant, he's never really socialised much. And that is painfully obvious. Sure, he's at the 79s from time to time, but he goes for his brothers. And usually because Wolffe is on-world and the one to literally -- physically -- drag him out of his office.
◈ He's found people attractive before, but he hasn't acted much on it. He never really allowed himself time for distractions. There's only been a handful of hookups, and always in the freshers of the 79s.
◈ So he knows he lacks experience. But he'd rather die before he asks any of his brothers for help. Fox is smart and extremely stubborn, he'll figure it out himself.
◈ Unfortunately, his attempts are so painfully awkward, you're genuinely confused about what's happening. He's so difficult to figure out because he himself isn't sure of what he wants.
◈ Like, yes, he's fallen for you, hard. And he wants you. But at the same time he doesn't think he deserves you. He doesn't consider himself a good person. Not with everything he's had to do in order to keep his men safe.
◈ And there's also the stretches of time he doesn't remember. Moments where he's gone into the Chancellor's office then blanked for 2-3 rotations, until finally he woke up in his office, with blood stains on his armor.
◈ He shouldn't get close to you. But Maker he's lonely. And you're so beautiful and kind and your laugh always warms his rotten soul. Maybe being near you a little more will fix the gaping hole in his chest.
◈ Fox is the kind of man who doesn't know how to express his feelings... until he's had a few whiskeys. He's still not poetic or good with words - no, the alcohol just helps him blurt his thoughts out.
◈ And that's how it happens. You're at the 79s with some of the other men. Fox watches you have fun from a distance, downing whiskey after whiskey and cursing himself for not knowing how to dance so that he could also make you laugh and be close to you like Hound or Thorn are.
◈ Once he's tipsy enough however, he follows you when you head to the freshers, waits for you in the corridor, then grabs you and pulls you aside. He's doesn't really have a plan -- which is both terrifying and exhilarating -- he just wants to talk to you.
◈ What he manages to blurt out is a rushed "I'm sorry". His hand is on your arm, thumb caressing your skin. You have no idea what's going on. But you couldn't look away from his unfocused and a little desperate eyes even if you wanted.
◈ When you don't reply he panics and keeps talking. He tries to explain but ends up calling you a distraction, which of course, offends you, and you try to slip out of his grasp and leave.
◈ He curses himself when he sees this isn't going as he hoped and just blurts out that he has feelings for you.
◈ Then he lets you go and walks away, leaving you stunned and confused.
◈ It annoys him in a way he can't put into words, but Fox admits defeat and finally goes to talk to Thorn, telling him everything about his crush on you and asking for advice.
◈ So the next time he sees you, he knows what to do. He apologises again and asks you out for caf, fully prepared to be rejected.
◈ When you agree, he can't keep the smile off his face - and Maker he has a beautiful smile, you definitely wish to see it more often.
◈ Your first date is a little awkward. More than a little actually. Fox has no idea how to have a casual conversation that doesn't involve casualty reports or Senate security plans, so he's more than happy to let you take the lead and listen to your stories.
◈ He doesn't kiss you on the first date, no matter how much he wants to. And he doesn't do it on the second either. He wants to do this right, take things slow, enjoy getting to know you and not overwhelm you.
◈ But that plan goes out the window the moment his lips are on yours.
◈ It happens on the third date. He walks you home after a nice, leisurely stroll through the cultural district, and as he leans in your doorway, he can't stop staring at your lips. When you tilt your head up, he accepts your invitation, and he kisses you softly, one hand on your waist, the other cradling your face.
◈ But once he starts, he finds he can't stop. The kiss deepens, turns desperate, and when you pull him inside your home, Fox comes willingly.
◈ Fox is very touch starved, and that is obvious in the way he allows no space to form between your bodies.
◈ He presses you against the wall, greedily touching every bit of exposed skin. And when that's no longer enough, he slides his hands under your shirt.
◈ If you didn't break the breathless kiss and ask him to move to the bedroom, Fox would've taken you right there in the hallway. But once he hears your whispered request, his brain kicks back into gear, remembering he wanted to do things properly, not rush and chase a high he hasn't felt in months.
◈ Unfortunately, it has been a long time for him, and he's permanently exhausted -- so, much to his embarrassment, your first time sleeping together ends faster than he wished.
◈ But he doesn't listen to you when you say it's alright. He's determined to make you feel good. So he trails his lips down your chest and then down your abdomen, tongue and teeth teasing your sensitive skin, until his face is buried in your core.
◈ Maybe he's a little sadistic, but Fox finds immense pleasure in edging you. He brings you close and abruptly stops at least five time, until you're a begging mess, pleading and fisting his hair in the most intoxicating way.
◈ And when he finally pushes you into that valley of pleasure? Maker, the way you scream his name almost makes him come all over your sheets.
◈ Once the act is done, however, he's not entirely sure what to do. He sits back on his knees, wiping your slick from his face with the back of his palm as he watches you catch your breath.
◈ Your eyes are closed and a dazed smile is frozen on your lips - and stars help him it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
◈ But he's never done this before. Never had sex in such a normal place as a bedroom. And never stayed afterwards.
◈ So as the pride swelling in his chest slowly thaws, Fox looks around your room, unsure if he's supposed to lay down next to you or put his clothes back on and go.
◈ A part of him does want to leave. It's that part of his brain that's just permanently trained to be wary of nat-born, wary of showing anything but cold professionalism... of being vulnerable.
◈ But when you hold out you hand, looking up at him through heavy eyelids, your gaze so soft and unguarded -- his restraint cracks enough to allow himself to settle on the mattress, gathering you into his arms.
◈ It feels foreign, the closeness, the raw vulnerability. Yet, as he feels you drift to sleep in his embrace, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, a dangerous warmth spreads through his chest -- the kind of warmth that's pure, undiluted devotion.
◈ He's yours now, fully. And you are his. And he will protect you fiercely, at times maybe even a little possessively.
◈ And he will also open his very soul to you, he will give you everything he has to give.
◈ Fox is not soft. He's never been soft a day in his life. But for you? He discovers a gentleness within himself he never through he was capable of.
kindly asking for some soft bf!Fox headcanons because I'm down bad for this man it's not even funny anymore 🙏
thank you in advance, and have a good night/day :)
Commander Fox X GN!Reader random thoughts
Warnings: None!
A/N: Hi! I've never written for Fox before so I hope this is okay and scratches that Fox itch! I'm hoping more people request him because it would be fantastic to write more of him! Although I wish he got some more positive screen time :(
Despite Fox's cocky and firm personality, he has a big soft spot for you when you wear down his walls and rub off that thick layer of stress he's always walking around and carrying. All it takes is a little bit of tender love and care and maybe a cup of coffee.
Once he's more relaxed, he LOVES a good cuddle session. He'll spoon you or have you lay against his chest, but if he was a little less stubborn, he would love if you would spoon him or run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. He's just so tense all the time that being able to relax in your arms without expectation of giving anything back is so appealing to him.
During guard rotation, if you work in the senate building or nearby, he'll make any effort to go out of his way and risk seeing you for just a moment before returning to his duties. Even if its just a quick glance, its enough for him to gain motivation to get through the day. Its like a teaser for what he'll get to see later that night when he goes home to you. If you work elsewhere, he'll send a quick comm saying that he's thinking about you or he can't wait to see you later.
Fox struggles to express how he's feeling, so most of the time whenever he's stressed or wanting to talk about it with you, he'll probably just pull you into his chest and rest his head against you. But that's only within the privacy of your home or somewhere private. If he has a moment to see you while he's on duty, he'll likely just graze his hand against yours
He knows that being with you isn't necessarily against anything, but he is also loyal to his men and his duty to the Republic, so he's pretty quiet about his relationship with you and will be as discreet as possibly when seeing you while his men are around. But he'll always make it up to you later by bringing you gifts or buying you your favorite snacks, etc.
He likes to feed you any new foods he's trying just to see if you react poorly to it. If you don't like it, he probably won't buy it again, but if you do, he'll frequent the place just for that food because it makes him think of you and your pleased expression.
Fox will intentionally leave his helmet out at your house just to sneak a peek at you wearing it when you thought he wasn't looking. He thinks it's so cute whenever you're curious about his job or his armor and it makes him proud to be a Coruscant Guard.
He loves when you kiss his injuries and bruises, and to the return the favor, he'll do the same for you even if its just a paper cut or a bruise from bumping your knee. He also likes to kiss any beauty marks or freckles, appreciating your unique features.
As much as Fox appreciates and honors the sacrificing made by the clones off world who are fighting the tough frontline battles, he is so grateful that he's on Coruscant where he can see you just about every night give or take a few days. And he shows that by worshipping you as much as possible, taking you on dates and spending every free moment that he can with you. He needs you to know how much you mean to him.
Tried to shade for the first time, ain't that good, but I'm not familiar with that yet. (Still don't want to watch tutorials about how to do it, and I likely would never.)
I found Alcohol while rewatching TCW (he was one of the background clones in 79' in THAT Fives arc. Didn't rewatch the end :D and I'm still stuck at the Bad Batch arc because I refuse to watch the end of the season 7 again). I thought he'd be good friends with Soup and Toast. AU when they started their own little restaurant.
Hiii!! I hope you are doing well! I wanted to request how would the clones react if you came home stressed or tired from work/mission. You can add any clones you want! I also want to say how proud I am of you and your accomplishments! I know how HARD these steps in life can be but DO NOT worry! It will always get better and just so you know, I WILL be by your side through all of it, love youuu 💗💗💗
how clone characters comfort you after a long day
a/n: aw i didn't see this before but thank u so much, ur too sweet i might cry :(( sending u all my love i don't deserve yall fr
fem reader
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hunter knows something is up just from seeing you walk through the door more tired and quiet than usual. he’s always lingering near the entrance when he hears your footsteps from afar, so he’s the first thing you see, standing calmly while his eyes search yours, reading your exhaustion. “hey…” he murmurs, moving closer to wrap his arms around your figure and hold you close. he strokes the back of your head as you bury your face into his chest. “i’m here sweet girl…” he whispers, pressing his lips to your hair.
tech knows the drill because he knows you. he always makes sure you come home to your favorite meal with your favorite movie/show playing in the background on these late days. but he doesn’t say much about it, just kissing the top of your head as you let the stress from earlier slip into the past. it’s his unspoken love language, one that never goes unnoticed by you. you glance up at him and whisper “thank you, tech,” tugging his chin down for another kiss. he smiles against your lips. “my pleasure, darling.”
wrecker greets you with a grin and a kiss to the forehead as he takes everything from your hands. your bag, your coat, anything that might be dragging your discomfort. “how was your day?” he asks, quickly noticing the way you smile weakly. “oh, fine,” you sigh, waving off his concern. “aw, no, don’t be like that…” he bends down to scoop you up in his arms effortlessly, bringing your faces level as a worried kindness softens his gaze. “c’mon, you need to rest,” he says and carries you into your home.
crosshair leans against the doorframe and cocks his head to the side. “don’t tell me you got lost on your way back,” he teases. you sigh and drop your bag to the floor with a heavy, tired thud. his eyes flick down. “not tonight, crosshair…” you whisper. he blinks at you and slowly opens his arms up, embracing you as you sink further into your home—not just the physical roof over your head, but the hands holding you tight, only letting go when he bends down to pick up your bag and pulls you back inside.
echo strikes the perfect balance between giving you some space to process and being there for you, never ever over or under-stepping. he kisses your cheek as you settle inside, caressing over the same spot with his thumb. “take it easy tonight, okay?” he says, his smile sweet and reassuring while his voice is firm and deep, “have a feeling you’re working too hard these days.” you shake your head and tell him, “i’m fine, echo, don’t worry.” his gaze softens at you. “you know i’m always worried about you…”
wolffe has to overcome his emotional constipation whenever you’re upset. he sees it as his responsibility as your s/o to protect your peace—protect you in general. he feels that your mind is somewhere else when you kiss him hello and give him a smile that doesn’t quite meet your eyes, which furrows his eyebrows in concern. his hands come around you right where your jawline and neck meet, forcing you to look up at him. “what’s wrong?” he asks firmly. “nothing—just tired,” you say quietly, trying to squirm away, but he sighs and suddenly engulfs you in his arms, holding you tight. “you know better than to give me that bullshit,” he mutters into your hair, pressing his lips to your temple.
fox is familiar with having long, shitty days that just get worse and worse, which is why he’s careful as he comes up behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist while you hang up your belongings. you sigh and lean back into him. he mutters, “who’s givin’ you a hard time, hm? give me a name and i’ll throw ‘em in a cell…” you laugh softly to his relief, turning around to lightly knock a fist into his shoulder. “you can’t do that,” you reprimand him. he smirks and kisses your forehead. “just for you.”
cody leans his shoulder against the wall and folds his arms over his chest, teasing, “you sure you’re not working too hard? i think it’s past my bedtime.” you give him a look as he pushes off the wall to help you out of your coat. you collapse into his embrace with a sigh. “i’m sorry, things just kept piling up—” he cuts you off with a low “shh,” and says, “you have nothing to be sorry for.” you glance up at him, your eyes pouty and sad. he shakes his head and leans down to kiss you, slowly rubbing your back.
mayday watches you closely as you come home, tilting his head when he catches that distressed look on your face. he lets out a long exhale and slowly rubs his hands down your arms before folding you into a hug, his body warm. “oh, c’mere,” he whispers sympathetically. you close your eyes, breathing in the way he trails soft, featherlight kisses down the side of your face. then he cups your cheeks and asks, “you wanna tell me what happened?” he asks, stroking his thumbs across your skin.
rex is always there to help you out of your uncomfortable work shoes. you sit down and let out a tired sigh as he crouches down to the ground, staring up at you while his hands work on undoing your heels. “long day?” he asks, rubbing your calves. “you could say that,” you shake your head, “but it’s nothing. it’s fine.” he purses his lips and sits up straight, resting his hands on your thighs. he leans forward to force you to meet his gaze. “you really think i’m just gonna let you off the hook like that?” he asks.
fives kisses you and sighs as he hugs you, always happy to see you. “missed you, gorgeous.” he leans back for another kiss but stops when he notices your shadowed expression. he frowns, gingerly swiping his thumb across your downward curved bottom lip, pushing into the soft flesh ever so slightly. “you okay, baby?” he tilts his head and observes the way your gaze trembles like you’re about to break, and he lets you, cupping the back of your head to pull you close. “shh, it’s okay, let it out…you earned it.”
kix is ready to pamper you as soon as a frown so much as grazes your lips. he runs a bath for you and washes your hair, his fingers gently kneading into your scalp. you exhale and close your eyes. “feels good?” he asks softly. you smile and look up at him. “mhm. feel better already.” he sighs in relief and leans down to kiss your mouth, chuckling when you reach up to hold his face with a wet hand. he also gives you space to unwind alone, but not before saying, “you tell me if you need anything, okay?”
jesse takes one look at your stressed state as you come through the door, noticing how much your energy has drained up to this point. he grips your upper arms, stopping you from avoiding him on the way in. “hey, everything okay?” he kisses the top of your head. you nod, smiling weakly. “mhm, just tired…i missed you.” he smiles back, a reassuring expression that warms your chest. leaning in, he presses his forehead to yours and whispers, “you sure? just let me know who’s ass i need to kick, and i’m there…”
hardcase still has a lot of energy by the end of the day, and it only increases when he sees you again. “how was work?” he asks, his grin slowly fading as he takes in your exhaustion. “it was fine,” you shrug. “aw, come here,” he says and gives you a big bear hug, sort of rocking you gently from side to side. you relax into his arms, laughing quietly when he whispers, “god, you smell good…” and suddenly bends down to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, always able to bring a surprised smile to your face.
gregor is always excited when you come home, nearly tripping over himself from how quickly he tries to get to you. he chuckles and cups both sides of your face as he leans in for a slow, long awaited kiss, but he notices your low energy when he draws away. “uh, oh,” he says, stroking a hand down your cheek before touching your frowning lips, “i don’t like what i’m seeing here…” he kisses you again like he wants to take away your stress. “c’mere, i made your favorite…” he tells you and leads you inside.
howzer is helping you out of your coat as he asks, “how were things today?” his eyes focused on you and nothing else. you try to shrug off the question, mumbling, “fine, i guess…” but his sharp gaze tells you that he’s not happy with your answer. he gives you a pointed look without saying anything, but you know he wants your honesty. “tiring, actually…” you sigh, dropping your head against his chest. his arm comes around you to pull you closer, and you finally let out the long breath you’ve been holding.
emerie responds to quiet with quiet. she knows you’ll come around eventually if you need to talk to her, but for now she just lingers around your space as a way of telling you that she’s right here where you can find her. she places a warm hand on your shoulder and sets down your favorite tea in your favorite mug, kissing the top of your head. “come to bed soon,” she murmurs, where she holds you close and rubs your back as she listens to you tell her about your day, trading kisses and whispers.
hiii can you do headcannons of what piercings you think the clones (including the bad batch) would have!
(imo crosshair has nipple piercings)
Clones and their piercings (TBB, Commanders, 501st, Misc.)
warnings: none (i think? pls lmk)
A/N: this was fun to imagine and now i really wish we got some clones with piercings. also apologies for it being a bit shorter, i really don't know much about different piercings
let me know your opinions on what piercings these and other clones would have!! i'd love to hear if any of you think differently :D
The Bad Batch
Hunter
I think Hunter might be too sensitive for any piercings but he might get a Daith piercing and hope it helps with his migraines (even if Tech tells him it doesn't work).
Tech
I could see him getting Snake Bites to fiddle with if he's tinkering since he seems like someone who'd bite his lips anyway. Also, a lobe and helix piercing with one of those earrings that connects those two for no reason other than I like Tech in them.
Wrecker
Wrecker might be a bit squeamish with needles and pain but I could see him wanting to get multiple on his face. He does get a septum at least.
Crosshair
This man has an oral fixation, he gets a tongue piercing and plays around with it so much. I feel like nipple piercings is something he'd have for a while but take out when he gets older.
Echo
His body had enough and needles aren't his favourite thing anymore. He might get one to take his body back in a way (maybe a nose rings) but nothing else.
Commanders
Wolffe
He gets an eyebrow piercing on his non-scared side. I have no reason for that, I just feel like it.
Fox
He'd get a Daith against migraines as well and in the process just gets as many other ear piercings as possible. I can definitely see him with an industrial one too.
Cody
I don't really see him getting any piercings at all. Like, he likes the look of them just not on himself, at most he just gets his lobes pierced.
501st
Rex
He has small stud earrings and any other ones he's too anxious to get cuz he's worried about messing up the care.
Fives
He has his nipples pierced and maybe even other places hidden on his body though he doesn't feel like someone to have very visible ones.
Jesse
Any facial piercings would interfere with the vibe of his tattoo and his body is his temple. I feel like he'd get his lobe pierced and a helix all on one side.
Kix
He knows the most about which ones are the most dangerous but he still wants to look cool and for them to preferably to not interfere with his work and for them to be easily removable. So probably ones that are mostly ear piercings.
Hardcase
He has so many but they have to fit his tattoos and the lines on his armour. I could see him having a bridge piercing, a surface one, a horizontal eyebrow piercing, maybe even collarbone piercings and many more.
Dogma
"Piercings go against regulations!" But once he's convinced it's okay, he might get a tongue piercing that's easy enough to hide.
Tup
He'd look very pretty with dangly earrings if he lets his hair down. I won't elaborate.
Misc.
Howzer
He would get Spider Bite piercings. Again, I have no reason for it other than it fits his haircut.
could we get some headcanons on established relationship Crosshair in the clone war vs Pabu? Unless you think there wouldn’t be too big of a difference. Can include nsfw too :3 thank you!
Crosshair x gn reader: relationship headcanons Clone War vs on Pabu
warnings: some explicit ones included at the end of each section (18+)
notes: oh my god there'd be a HUGE difference. Clone Wars Crosshair and Pabu Crosshair are separated by years of trauma, guilt, betrayal, imprisonment, disability, a complete collapse of his worldview…yeah the relationship experience would be VERY different lol. To me, Clone Wars Crosshair is more insecure about needing people, while Pabu Crosshair is insecure about deserving them, which changes the whole dynamic
Clone Wars:
There's a recklessness to him that makes dating him during this period so frustrating. He trusts his own abilities completely and genuinely believes he'll always be fine. You'd spend a lot of time worrying about him, and he'd spend a lot of time rolling his eyes at that worry. He's a soldier, this is what he was made for, he's survived every battle, he's fine. Doesn't really occur to him that watching him be thrown into danger over and over is, you know, stressful/painful
Kind of even more of a menace? He's confident and comfortable in his place within the squad and still operating under the assumption that he knows eactly who he is. Half the time he's picking fights because he's bored and wants your attention. The other half he's testing boundaries and trying to figure out how much you'll tolerate before you walk away. Truly so annoying and antagonistic in a very youngest sibling sort of way
He wants to be needed. He'd rather die than admit it, but he absolutely wants it. He bases a lot of his worth off of how capable/useful he is, and he wants to be useful to you. Likes being the person you ask for help. Likes when you seek him out first. If someone else solves your problem before he gets the chance, he'll pretend he doesn't care while being really secretly annoyed about it
Vulnerability from him is…extremely rare. If he's struggling with something, you're probably not finding out. He'll just be even snarkier/meaner than usual and won't tell you why. He doesn't know how to let people help him/take care of him. If he's injured, he's brushing you off (you hear "I get shot all the time" with an eye roll WAY too often). If he's upset, he's turning it into sarcasm. You spend a lot of time learning how to read into the things he isn't saying
Kinda competitive with you. If you share any skills he's turning them into contests and then being really frustratingly smug whenever he wins. If you beat him, he'll spend hours pretending to be unbothered while also obsessing over it
Really good listener though and really does care about you/getting to know you and remembers everything you say to him/tell him about yourself. Prefers listening to you talk than actually talking himself. He really does care about you but is still figuring out how he's comfortable expressing that
Initiates physical affection fairly often, but it's usually disguised as something else. Very awkward and dismissive of outright tenderness so he hides inside confidence and teasing. There's essentially this weird mix of confidence and insecurity that he refuses to acknowledge and it often makes his affection come off as overly casual or a little demanding
He's very controlled about affection and kissing. Likes making you wait for it. Rarely lets himself really get lost in a kiss, prefers to be very deliberate and deep to make sure you're the one left breathless first. He does have a little bit of an obsession with your mouth and neck and likes to use his teeth too, little nips to your bottom lip or your jaw because he likes the way you gasp
Leans more dominant here because he's pretty averse to/awkward with vulnerability and sex is easier for him if he's the one in control. Pretty inexperienced and doesn't EVER want you to catch on to that and honestly he kinda overcompensates for it a little bit. Prefers positions where you're underneath him
One of the primary ways he exercises control over you sexually is through teasing/edging/denial. Really loves bringing you right up to the edge and then stopping and making you beg. Makes him really smug
The softest you'll see him is right after sex tho when he's tired and still catching his breath. Will reach out and grip your hand and just kinda wanna lie there with you for a minute. You MIGHT even get him to mumble that he loves you if you're lucky. Then probably just like sits up and starts smoking or some shit
Pabu:
Falls in love a lot more slowly and a lot more deeply. Has more things that he really looks for/cares about. Trust and loyalty have always been huge for him, but ESPECIALLY so now.
Obviously, it's difficult/taxing for Crosshair to try to actually process the years of grief, guilt, trauma, and uncertainty. Is kinda hyperalert often despite not needing to be anymore. He gets lost in thought a lot more. Sometimes you'll ask what he's thinking about and he'll struggle to answer because half the time he barely knows himself, there's just a lot
He still struggles with letting himself be taken care of, but he lets you do it anyway now. He grumbles when you fuss over him, complains that you're being ridiculous and insists that he's fine, but he lets himself take comfort in it, which he didn't really let himself do before
He really craves understanding and a safe place to be vulnerable, even if he's still often very guarded about it. He's carrying enough now that the relationship would be complicated in a lot of ways it wasn't before since certain topics might shut him down, certain memories leave him quieter than usual, maybe he has bad nights where he's kept up by nightmares, and things that never used to bother him suddenly do. Like there are little triggers scattered throughout daily life that you just have to learn to be aware of. If you're able to be a source of stability and understanding and comfort without him needing to ask, it helps him SO MUCH
Becomes very attached to routines with you. Morning caf, evening walks, kinda mundane stuff that just gives him some stability. If the usual routine gets interrupted he's very irritable lol
Still makes fun of you constantly and bickering is pretty much his love language. There's always an underlying warmth to it though. He just likes seeing your reactions tbh
Despite everything he's kind of a better partner now than he was before because he's figuring out that he doesn't have to earn your love through usefulness or strength. He's more ready to let you see parts of him that he would've previously done everything in his power to hide.
Physical affection is more about trust and understanding now and he uses it to communicate with you a lot. It's often more subtle than before and usually a little softer than he would've let himself be before too. There's not as much insecurity there anymore and he doesn't feel the need to overcompensate by being demanding or overly controlled about it
Kisses are still very deliberate but there are now times when he'll let himself kinda melt into them. Might lean his forehead against yours first, just breathing you in before kissing you with a deep, quiet hunger
Letting go of the burden of control becomes a relief for him and he finds he really likes if you're in control during sex sometimes. It's a way for him to express how much he trusts you. Sometimes really just wants to be helpless beneath you while you pleasure him :)
Still a MASSIVE tease, just really likes getting you all worked up and desperate, but he also just really likes drawing things out for as long as possible
Lets himself get more vulnerable during sex now and honestly sometimes gets really emotional and even a lil pathetic. Lots of desperation, chases the pleasure a lot, but there's a lot of intimacy and trust there too which means a lot to him
we all know and love that Kix's tat reads "a good droid is a dead one" but I need us to consider: Fox with a face tat that reads "all politicians are bastards"
Can you maybe write headcanons about the boys seeing you with a baby and getting ideas? Just seeing you happy and the baby laughing or something with you gets them thinking. can you write for wolffe and bacara(hardly anyone includes grumpy bacara!). No pressure though, thanks
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, some mature comments
Wolffe
The baby is laughing. Full-body giggles, little hands grabbing at your fingers while you talk in that soft voice you only use around things you love.
And maker, Wolffe is staring.
He tries not to. He really does. But there’s something about the way you look down at the baby, patient, warm, and completely gentle, that hooks into his chest and pulls.
The kid spits up on your sleeve and you just laugh, wiping their chin with the edge of your shirt while murmuring, “Oh, you’re lucky you’re cute.”
Wolffe never thought babies were his thing. Too loud, too fragile, too unpredictable. He’d spent most of his life around soldiers and warzones, not soft blankets and tiny socks. But then he sees you sitting in the corner of the barracks lounge with someone’s infant tucked against your chest, his entire brain short-circuits.
Wolffe’s gone after that.
Because now he’s imagining what your child would look like. If they’d have your smile. If they’d curl tiny fingers around his scarred hands without fear.
It unsettles him how badly he wants it.
Later that night, he corners you in the corridor, arms crossed, trying to act normal while absolutely failing.
“You’re good with kids,” he mutters.
You grin. “That surprise you?”
“A little.”
His eye lingers on your mouth before dropping lower. “Made me think.”
“Oh?” you tease.
Wolffe steps closer, voice rough. “Thought about you carrying one around that looked like us.”
The silence after that is dangerous. You blink at him, cheeks warming, and he notices immediately. His smirk is slow and wolfish.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “That got your attention.”
When you shove at his chest, embarrassed, he catches your wrist easily and pulls you closer.
“Don’t start blushing now, cyare. You were the one making domestic life look tempting.”
Then, “Besides, I think youd look good carrying my kid.”
And the bastard sounds entirely too pleased with himself when your knees nearly give out.
Cody
Cody has always been good at adapting. New battle plans, impossible odds, sudden chaos, he handles it all with a calm smile. But nothing prepares him for seeing you with a baby asleep against your shoulder during a base gathering.
You’re swaying gently to keep the little one asleep, absentmindedly rubbing tiny circles over their back while talking to someone nearby. The baby’s fist is curled in your shirt, completely content.
Cody feels something in his chest go painfully soft. He’s done for.
He leans against the doorway watching you for way too long, helmet tucked under his arm while his mind wanders somewhere dangerous. Somewhere warm, somewhere domestic.
You catch him staring eventually and raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says too quickly.
You narrow your eyes. “You’ve had that look on your face for five straight minutes.”
“What look?”
“The one where you’re pretending not to think very loudly.”
That gets a laugh out of him. But he walks closer anyway, gaze drifting back to the baby.
“He trusts you,” he says quietly.
“Well, babies can tell who’s safe.”
The words hit him harder than they should. Because Cody suddenly imagines coming back from deployment and finding you in shared quarters with a sleepy infant curled against your chest. Imagines hearing tiny footsteps running toward him. Imagines home.
He’s absolutely cooked.
The baby wakes and starts fussing. Before you can soothe them, Cody crouches beside you and offers his finger. Tiny hands grab him instantly.
Your expression melts. And stars, that look from you almost kills him.
“What?” he asks, smiling.
“You’d make a really good dad.”
Cody freezes for half a second.Then his eyes darken just slightly as he looks between you and the baby. “That so?”
“Mhm.”
He stands slowly, close enough now that your breath catches. “Careful saying things like that to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I already spend enough time thinking about you.”
Your face warms instantly.
Cody grins, completely unrepentant. “Now I’m imagining you pregnant and looking at me like that too.”
You choke on air while he laughs softly, leaning down to murmur, “And honestly? That mental image is becoming a problem.”
Rex
Rex doesn’t notice it happening at first.
One second he’s walking into the medbay looking for Kix, and the next he’s stopped dead in the doorway because there you are with a baby balanced on your hip like you were born for it.
The little girl is babbling at you while clutching your name tag, and you’re answering her with complete seriousness.
“Oh really? That’s fascinating. Tell me more.”
The baby squeals happily and Rex feels his heart fold in on itself. You look so natural like this.
And suddenly he’s wondering what it would feel like to have a life outside the war. A tiny apartment somewhere quiet. You laughing in a kitchen while a child toddles after him calling him dad.
It hits him hard enough to steal the breath from his lungs.
The baby grabs your cheeks with both hands, making you laugh louder, and Rex is completely helpless after that.
“You break easy around kids, Captain?” you tease when you notice him staring.
“Only this one,” he says automatically.
Your eyebrows lift. You start laughing and he groans because now he’s embarrassed and you look adorable laughing at him.
But then the baby reaches toward him.
Rex hesitates before taking her carefully, surprisingly gentle for someone built for war. The baby immediately grabs his blond hair and giggles.
Your expression softens instantly.
And maker, that look from you nearly ruins him.
“You’re good at that,” you murmur.
Rex glances up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Something shifts in his face then. Something quieter. More vulnerable.
“I think…” He pauses. “I think I’d want one someday.”
Your breath catches slightly and Rex notices. His gaze drops to your lips before meeting your eyes again, warm and steady. “With the right person,” he adds softly.
The silence between you suddenly feels charged.
Then he smiles, slow and devastating.
“And if you keep looking at me while holding babies, you’re not making it easy to stay responsible about that.”
Fives
Fives notices things other people don’t. Tiny details, expressions, habits.
So the second he sees a baby crawl straight past three shinies and make a beeline for you, he’s paying attention.
You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hangar, laughing softly while the little boy climbs into your lap like he belongs there. The kid immediately grabs your face with sticky hands, and instead of recoiling, you kiss his palm dramatically.
“Well, hello to you too, tiny menace.”
The baby shrieks with delighted laughter.
Fives feels something dangerous spark low in his chest. Because you don’t even realize what you look like right now, smiling all soft and sleepy, holding that kid like it’s the easiest thing in the galaxy. Like you were made for it.
And suddenly his brain betrays him completely. He imagines a baby with your eyes and his curls. Imagines hearing you laugh like that in the middle of the night while holding his kid. Imagines waking up beside you with tiny feet kicking between you both.
He’s staring so hard Echo has to elbow him. “You look insane right now.”
“Shut up.”
You glance over at the sound of their bickering and grin. “You wanna hold him?”
Fives tries to play it cool. “Depends. Is he gonna throw up on me?”
“Probably.”
“Alright, hand him over.”
The second the baby settles against his chest, tiny fingers gripping his blacks, Fives is absolutely finished. Completely gone.
And then he looks up and catches the expression on your face. “You’re good at this,” you say quietly.
Fives smirks automatically. “Good with my hands, mesh’la.”
You snort. “That line work on everyone?”
“No.” His eyes flick down your body slowly. “Just the people I think about having a future with.”
The teasing leaves his voice at the end, replaced with something warmer, realer.
Your breath catches. Fives notices immediately, grin turning wicked. “Kriff,” he murmurs. “You really liked that one.”
Then he bounces the baby lightly and adds, “Careful or I’m gonna start thinking about putting one in your arms for real.”
Fox
Fox is exhausted almost constantly.
Coruscant never sleeps, which means neither does he. His life is paperwork, politics, and trying to stop the galaxy from collapsing every five minutes.
Domestic thoughts don’t happen for him anymore.
Until you. Until he walks into the Senate daycare during a security sweep and finds you sitting in the middle of a pile of toddlers like some kind of battlefield medic for tiny disasters.
One kid is asleep against your side. Another is braiding your sleeve strings together. A third is demanding you read the same holobook for the fifth time.
And you’re handling all of it with this calm, patient smile that hits Fox directly in the chest.
He leans in the doorway longer than he should.
Then one of the toddlers waddles over and wraps themselves around your leg while whining sleepily, and you scoop them up without hesitation, kissing their forehead automatically.
Fox is done for.
Because now he’s imagining coming home to this.
To you waiting up late with a baby half-asleep on your shoulder. To tiny socks left around quarters. To hearing laughter instead of blaster fire ringing in his ears.
It’s terrifying how much he wants it.
“You look scary when you stare,” you tell him eventually.
Fox crosses his arms. “Occupational hazard.”
“Mhm.” You smile knowingly. “Or you just like watching me babysit.”
His silence gives him away instantly. Your eyebrows rise. “Oh my gods,” you laugh softly. “Fox.”
He exhales through his nose, already doomed. “You’re good with them.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m thinking things I shouldn’t.”
Your smile turns dangerous. “Such as?”
Fox steps closer slowly until he’s standing right in front of you, gaze dropping briefly to the baby in your arms.
Then back to you. “Such as how good you’d look holding mine.”
The words come out low and rough and your face heats immediately. Fox notices, eyes darkening just slightly before he leans down near your ear. “And now I can’t stop imagining it.”
Bacara
Bacara is not soft. At least, that’s what everyone assumes.
The commander of the Galactic Marines is cold efficiency wrapped in armour and discipline. People straighten when he enters rooms. Troopers go silent.
Then he sees you holding a baby and suddenly the terrifying commander looks like he’s forgotten how to function.
It happens on leave. Some little girl from the settlement toddles toward you with grabby hands, and you crouch instantly to pick her up.
The child presses her face into your neck like she trusts you completely.
Bacara feels something sharp crack open in his chest, because you look beautiful.
You sway gently while talking to the girl, smiling every time she babbles nonsense at you. The kid eventually falls asleep against your shoulder, tiny fist curled into your shirt.
And Bacara cannot stop staring.
He starts thinking things he’s never let himself think before. About family. About seeing you heavy with his child and knowing, for once in his life, that something good belonged to him.
It scares him with the intensity of it.
“You’ve been glaring at me for ten minutes,” you say eventually.
“I’m not glaring.”
“You absolutely are.”
Bacara walks over slowly, eyes fixed on the sleeping child in your arms. His expression softens almost imperceptibly.
“She likes you.”
“She likes everybody.”
“No,” he says quietly. “Not like this.”
Something in his tone makes your stomach flip.
You shift the baby slightly. “You ever think about kids?”
Bacara’s gaze drags up your body slowly before meeting your eyes again. “Never used to.”
Your breath catches. “And now?” you ask softly.
His voice drops lower. “Now I can’t stop picturing you full of mine.”
The honesty of it nearly knocks the air from your lungs.
Bacara notices instantly, thumb brushing briefly against your wrist.
“You’d look good like that,” he murmurs. “Safe, happy. Full of my child.”
And somehow the bluntness makes it infinitely worse.
Hunter
Hunter hears the baby laughing before he sees you.
Bright, uncontrollable giggles echo through the Marauder, and he follows the sound automatically, only to stop dead in the doorway.
You’re lying on the floor with a baby balanced on your stomach while Omega sits nearby absolutely delighted by the whole thing.
The kid is cackling every time you make exaggerated shocked faces.
“No way,” you gasp dramatically. “You stole my nose? Give it back!”
The baby smacks your face happily. Hunter’s chest aches instantly. Because this, this easy warmth around you, fits too well.
He’s spent so long protecting people that sometimes he forgets there’s supposed to be more to life than survival. But watching you with that child makes something painfully domestic settle into his mind.
A home somewhere quiet. Hunter’s completely lost in the thought before you notice him.
“You just gonna stand there looking mysterious?” you tease.
Omega snickers. “He’s doing the staring thing again.”
Hunter sighs. “Traitor.”
You laugh, and the baby reaches for him immediately.
The second Hunter takes the child, tiny fingers latch onto his bandana and tug hard enough to make the kid squeal triumphantly.
Your smile softens.
And stars, that expression from you nearly drops him.
“You look natural,” you murmur.
Hunter glances up. “With kids?”
“Mhm.”
Something vulnerable flickers across his face then disappears beneath a crooked smile. “That dangerous for me?”
“Very.”
He steps closer, baby balanced carefully against his chest while his eyes stay locked on yours.
“You know,” he says quietly, “seeing you like this is giving me ideas.”
Your cheeks warm instantly. “Hunter—”
“I’m serious.” His grin turns softer. “Can’t stop wondering what our kid would look like.”
The air between you suddenly feels too warm.
“Think they’d have your smile or my attitude?”
Howzer
Howzer falls a little bit in love with you every day already.
Seeing you with a baby just seals his fate completely.
You’re visiting one of the families on Ryloth when their infant starts crying mid-conversation. Before the parents can apologize, you hold your arms out automatically.
“Can I?”
The mother hands the baby over gratefully. And somehow within seconds, the crying stops.
You bounce the little girl gently against your chest, murmuring nonsense in a soft voice while her tiny fingers curl around yours.
Howzer stares like a man witnessing a divine revelation. Because you look radiant. Warm sunlight catches your face while the baby blinks up at you sleepily, completely calm now. You kiss her forehead without thinking, and Howzer feels his entire heart cave in.
He’s gone. The dangerous part is how quickly his mind jumps ahead.
He imagines children with your laugh running through open market streets. Imagines you teasing him while a baby naps against his chest. Imagines slow mornings and peace and a future he never thought he’d get.
“You’re staring again,” you say with amusement.
“Can you blame me?”
You grin. “I’m holding a baby, not performing magic.”
Howzer smiles softly. “Feels pretty close.”
The baby yawns, nestling deeper into you, and he physically has to stop himself from saying something reckless immediately.
Unfortunately, he fails.
“You’d make an incredible mother.”
Your eyes widen slightly. Howzer notices and steps closer, voice gentler now. “I mean it.”
There’s something devastatingly sincere in the way he says it. No teasing, no deflection. Just completely honest.
Then his gaze drops briefly to the baby before returning to you, warmer now. More intimate.
“And selfishly?” he murmurs. “I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you’d look carrying my child.”
Your breath catches hard enough that he smiles instantly.
“Ah,” he says softly, delighted. “There you are.”
Then he brushes his fingers against yours where they rest against the baby’s back.
“Good. Means I’m not the only one thinking about it now.”
Absolutely love all the writing so far! What would be your (mostly) platonic HCs for the batch adjusting to the reader joining the team for the first time? Those boys are canonically stinky and gross lmao, so I’m curious as to how they’d have to adapt to someone living with them on the ship who is a lot more clean, tidy, etc. Like imagine if reader was disgusted by them literally not owning any cleaning products or shaming them for their 5-in-1 shower products and stuff lol
tbb & gn (platonic) reader: joining the team and dealing with their stinkieness
warnings: none
A/N: thank you so much!! and i feel sorry for the reader in this one xD
comments and reblogs are very appreciated!! :D
Hunter
You would think that Hunter was at least moderately clean with how flowy his hair looked. Unfortunately, it turned out that those had to be mostly genetic when you walked into the fresher after Hunter used it and found a bottle of some oil that Tech had used on the ship recently and accidentally left there.
Hunter had not questioned it and just used whatever was there without making sure it was shampoo and well, it didn't smell particularly great. Also, Hunter was notorious for clogging the drain with his hair, no matter how many times you, Crosshair and Echo complained, he was not changing.
And once you told Hunter about the oil he was using, he actually started using something else and it smelled better. For a moment, you thought he was getting better but then you saw that he used the same thing as a shaving cream. It was some weird 12-in-1 product that made you lose hope.
And after a talk about what he used that product for, you found out that he really only washed his hair and took care of it but he just… found water enough for the rest of his body, which explained a lot.
At least he himself now didn't smell too bad but there was one other aspect that you really fought for, for the sake of your nose; his bandana. The man refused to ever even take it off and it smelled horrible, not to mention the inside of his helmet that had a similar odour.
Tech
Tech doesn't necessarily mind you joining them visibly, at least not like Cross might at first. He still finds it hard to adjust though, especially since they had all these plans and very specific ways that they work together and you weren't part of that calculation.
But if you sit down with him for like, one night and go over plans and help to update them, it will be a bit easier for him.
Your problem though is how incredibly messy he is. The first time you entered the Marauder, you tripped over some exposed wire and almost stepped on one of his projects. It was generally a hazard for all ankles to walk through the ship or the barracks when Tech was given some time to tinker.
And with all the time he spent fixated on projects, he also often forgot to shower or take care of himself in general. On top of that, he doesn't have a sleep schedule so you're often woken up by him at odd hours too.
It's just really not easy to get used to him and he also doesn't really care about being a bit gross. Echo already tried before you so you just have to get used to it.
Wrecker
He's very welcoming once you join the team and has no problems immediately going for hugs and everything. He's very extroverted but can accept if you need some time alone so it's quite easy to get along with him.
Unfortunately, Wrecker always leaves food lying around, hiding it in nooks just in case they run out of rations on a mission but unfortunately it happens that some of it turns moldy and you can only find it once it reeks in the ship. You can't really fault him for it when there really just never is enough for him but he does try to get better when it's the third time you get sick from the smell.
Also, the amount of explosives he leaves lying around is not something you are really fond of, especially paired with Tech's reckless flying. And he's not the greatest at regularly showering, paired with his constant working out it, this man can be quite stinky too and he just doesn't notice the smell anymore.
Once he realises it bothers you, he does try and put effort into it but he's not the best at remembering to shower but it's the thought that counts.
Crosshair
At first, Cross would not like someone new joining them. He's always sceptical when it comes to strangers and you are not different/special.
So expect a lot of snarky comments and insults coming your way. But once you show how effective you can be on the battlefield and that you won't hesitate to protect him and his brothers, he'll loosen up and will start to lessen the sharpness of his sarcasm.
Crosshair is also one of two that you don't need to shame for his cleaning habits. He's tidy, precise, and cleans up after himself to the point that you'd never know if he had ever been there.
Unfortunately, he's also very petty and will never clean anyone else's mess. Like, if he's eating with Wrecker, Cross will only clean up any crumbs after himself and very meticulously avoid anything that didn't come from him.
He will still complain about the mess though and he's happy that you are much tidier than the rest, teasing the rest about that fact. But careful, cuz this man will also complain about the way you clean because he thinks his way is much better.
Also in the fresher, he takes up like most of the cupboard space for all his products because he needs his hair to be perfect so you might have to argue with him about making some space for your things.
Echo
Echo is no stranger to new people joining a team and he will make sure everyone is comfortable. Plus, he knows what it's like to join the batch and that it's not necessarily the easiest task with how special and closed off they are.
He is the easiest to get along in terms of cleanliness too. He often scolds the batch for leaving a mess around the Marauder and makes sure they shower at least once a week. He tells you a few horror stories too about what it used to look like when he first joined them and it's safe to say that it made you gag.
Echo also has to generally take care of himself due to all his prostethics and all that, even if he doesn't particularly like it but at least it made not stink.
He also shows you how he manages to store the absurd amount of things in the little space they have. It takes a burden off of his shoulder that he's not alone entirely alone anymore (since Cross is clean but not really much help).
hello my goat would you perhaps be up to writing tbb x reader hcs where they go ice skating with their s/o?🫶 ok thank you love you byebye
TBB x gn reader: going ice skating headcanons
warnings: none
notes: my idiot brain went yo maybe I should save this request till closer to winter/christmas. yeah i'm sure anon would appreciate me not answering this for half a year. jesus christ
Hunter:
He's mildly skeptical at first like "people do this for fun????" and it takes a little bit of convincing for him to give in and do it with you
Complains about the skates a lot, just kinda sits there for a long time flexing his ankles and trying to get used to the way they feel, and absolutely hates the sound of skates against ice so he's wincing a lot at first just from the sound
Other than that though he's ANNOYINGLY good right off the bat. Perfect balance. Smooth turns. Strong posture. Barely wobbles. Doesn't realize that he's really good either and just thinks it's this easy for everyone
Still stays next to you and holds your hand the whole time and if you wobble at all he's shooting his arms out to steady you. You'll never fall cause he's already halfway to catching you lol
Which kinda becomes a problem (not really) because eventually he's holding you by the waist every five minutes and now neither of you are concentrating :)
Drifts into some protectiveness if the rink is crowded and if anybody skates too close to you he's subtly steering you to where there's more space with a hand on your back
Ends up actually having a lot of fun, is amused if you're baffled at how quick he picked it up, liked spending time with you, liked having lots of excuses to touch you/hold hands. By the time it's time to leave he's kinda like "…already?" but plays it off
Tech:
Goes into it with the confidence of someone who has watched exactly one instructional holovid and is pretty certain he'll get the fundamentals down within a minute or two. "Based on my observations, this should be relatively straightforward". Five minutes later he's clinging to the rink wall
He really does get the basics down very fast though. And then he starts experimenting. Different stride lengths, turning methods, etc. Reports his findings to you very seriously and every time he figures out a new maneuver he wants to demonstrate it for you
Talks constantly, you're just trying to skate and meanwhile he's explaining blade geometry, friction coefficients, momentum transfer, and why ice skating is actually a fascinating demonstration of several physics principles
Figured out how to skate backwards way earlier than he should, just decided he wanted to and then spent forever deliberately practicing it while muttering observations to himself
Honestly he's kinda doing his own thing a lot of the time but if you grab his hand to get his attention back to you he'll grip your hand pretty tight and skate with you. Claims it's for stability but his grip tightens every time you smile at him
If you ever fall, he's beside you immediately to check if you're hurt, but the second you confirm you're okay he's telling you exactly what went wrong like "You shifted your weight too early during the turn." "Tech, I just ate ice." "Yes, and now you can avoid repetition."
Notices you're cold afterwards and ends up cuddling you to warm you up but honestly he just had a great time and doesn't want this lil date to end yet
Wrecker:
Doesn't think skating could possibly be that difficult but absolutely eats it the SECOND he steps onto the ice. Thinks it's kinda funny though and just lies there laughing for a minute
Falls constantly at first but it doesn't really discourage him. Kinda thinks the wipeouts are fun. Somehow. Accidentally turns skating into a contact sport because he is almost colliding with you FREQUENTLY. Mostly figures it out eventually though. When he's moving he's not bad, stopping's a whole other issue
Takes every possible opportunity to hold onto you. Hand-holding, arm around your waist, hand on your back, pulling you against his side. He'll insist it's for safety reasons despite being the one causing most of the safety concerns
After the first particularly dramatic fall, he stretches his arms towards you and gets you to kiss him like "c'mon sweetheart it's serioussss :(" but after you oblige, every time he falls he exaggerates it to get you to kiss him better again
If you fall though he's instantly serious and has you back on your feet before you've even processed. Spends the next few minutes hovering to make sure you're really okay
Likes having little competitions with you and stuff even though he loses most of them because his enthusiasm is frankly destructive
By the end of it, he's bruised, sore, but tired and happy. Had a blast. Brags about how good he was when he very much was not. Mostly just very pleased to have found an activity where he has a good excuse to hang onto you for ages
Crosshair:
Absolutely fucking hates the cold and his immediate reaction to this idea is FUCK no. You manage to get him to come along by saying you're going whether he's coming or not. So he comes along, but insists he's just gonna watch
Fully intends to just sit there on a bench with his arms crossed, watching you skate with a scowl on his face. But if you beg him enough…he'll eventually give in. Complains about EVERYTHING the entire time, is more snappish than usual, hates the cold, hates the skates, is secretly super worried about embarrassing himself
Actually has pretty good balance once he's actually up and moving. Not exactly as naturally gifted as Hunter, but he's coordinated enough to pick it up quickly. The first fall is even more catastrophic to his mood though. If you say a WORD about it he'll sulk (while pretending not to). You ask if he's okay and all he does is shoot you a withering look
Refuses every offer of help…but keeps hold of your hand almost the entire time. If you point it out, he'll claim it's because his hand is cold, or say it's because someone almost bumped into you, or something like that. But his grip gets noticeably tighter whenever he comes close to losing his balance. Huh. Interesting.
Is secretly sort of pleased for all the excuses to be so close to you. Why's he so close? Cold. Why's his arm around your waist? Cold. Why hasn't he let go of your hand for a full hour? Cold.
Scoffs and rolls his eyes whenever you show off. Snickers and says something snarky whenever you fall. Still, though, you can literally feel his mood getting a little lighter as things go on and he gets a little more comfortable. He's not exactly relaxed, but he's not complaining much anymore, he's enjoying having time with you, and he's a little smug that he's decent at skating
By the time it's over he's exhausted but mostly just from maintaining the illusion that he's miserable. Still, though, the second you're done he's OUT of there, pulling you along with him. Months later he'll still insist he hated ice skating. Still remembers every single detail of that day though.
Echo:
Goes into it practically, spending a couple minutes getting a feel for the ice, testing his balance and such. He's not scared of wiping out though so he kinda dives right in and everything kinda clicks into place really fast. Is pleased with himself
When he DOES wipe out a couple times he gets mildly annoyed but cracks jokes about it. You'll skate over to check on him and he'll say it's the ice's fault or that he's got good news, he now knows what NOT to do. If you laugh at him falling he acts offended right up until he starts laughing too
Probably manages to to pull you down with him at one point, completely accidentally. Makes sure you're okay and apologizes but quickly takes the opportunity to kiss you better
Very encouraging if you're new to it or not as confident at it. Holds your hand to steady you, gives you lots of encouragement, knows when to let go and let you figure it out vs when to hold on to you to keep you steady. Catches you whenever you stumble
Kinda gets competitive with himself? Just trying to skate a little smoother, turn a little sharper, stop a little cleaner
The second you're cold he's holding his arms out and tugging you against him, rubbing his hand along your arm to help warm you up. Starts finding excuses to stop near the edge of the rink because he knows every break means you'll immediately drift back into your arms
Overall very much enjoys the experience and was very pleased to just do something lighthearted and fun with you. He's flushed from the cold, a little sore from all the falling, and genuinely had a great time. Would love to do it again
