Hellooo I really loved reading your Star Wars characters react to your new haircut hc’s and was wondering if you could write a set with the bad batch and/or other clones doing the same? Hope you have a wonderful day xx
🗡 FIRST thing he says to you is about your hair; he spotted it before you even approached (!?)
"new hair?"
🗡 ^ that's about as much of an invitation to talk about it as you'll get
🗡 he'd love to hear it! but he's not gonna press
🗡 and that's also your one and only opportunity to say you don't want to be teased about it... otherwise he's not immune to ribbing you </3
🗡 but dw, he'll still reassure you that it looks great (he can guarantee that he's seen much worse on clones if you think it's bad... the haircuts some of those clones get are actually diabolical)
crosshair
⌖ he noticed it from afar, but unlike hunter he will not be saying anything at first
⌖ what he WILL be doing is pointedly staring at your hair to see if he can get YOU to bring it up first
⌖ this man is so petty... he's not gonna bring it up at all until you mention it
⌖ which you will. because he will not stop staring ToT
⌖ and when you do say something (even if it's just a short "i cut/dyed my hair")? he brushes it off immediately with an affirmative "hm"
⌖ that's about as much of a reaction as you'll get </3 which is an anticlimactic end to that EXCESSIVE staring
⌖ however... if and when the other batchers start making fun of you?
⌖ he won't join in right away, but after they've quieted down he'll tell you that he likes it
⌖ well. he says "it suits you," but from him that's basically a sonnet /j
wrecker
☠︎︎ he doesn't notice right away
☠︎︎ but he knows something is different... and it's bothering him that he can't figure it out
☠︎︎ so he'll end up just asking you point blank what you did differently
☠︎︎ and when you say it's your hair? he bursts out laughing ToT
☠︎︎ not at you! mostly at himself (especially if it was a drastic change)
☠︎︎ only when he's finished laughing will he tell you that it looks great :)
☠︎︎ but he won't stop there. he'll throw in a few more obscure (?) comments/compliments
"you totally look like you're ready for war!"
☠︎︎ he means well </3 he's trying to say you look good!
☠︎︎ does that mean that he won't partake in making fun of you if someone else starts it, though? nope. he is not immune :/
tech
⚯ he doesn't really pay attention to appearances all that much, honestly
⚯ but he'll still notice if something changes, and he definitely noticed your new hair
"you changed your hair."
⚯ he says it like he's confused, like he has no idea why you'd do that ToT
⚯ if you try to explain yourself, he just goes "oh" and moves on
⚯ he's not gonna compliment you at first... he needs to adjust before he forms an opinion </3
⚯ he is the ONLY one here who will not only abstain from making fun of you, but will defend you if and when the others DO make fun of you
⚯ and only then does he decide that... yeah, he likes it
⚯ or maybe he just thinks you're cute all the time
echo
✋︎ he notices right away, but doesn't think to say anything
✋︎ he will absolutely nickname you "haircut" or "[new color]-hair" for a few days though (or even "baldie" if you cut ALL your hair off... which like.. girl you can't speak here)
✋︎ his subtle (kinda teasing) way of letting you know he noticed
✋︎ he'll join in a little if the others start ribbing you, but he's definitely more restrained about it
✋︎ because ultimately he does NOT want you getting insecure at all
✋︎ and that's why he'll wait until you're alone to tell you that he thinks it suits you well, and it looks fantastic :)
✋︎ accompanied by a semi-awkward head pat/hair ruffle
✋︎ (which is just an excuse to touch your new hair... but we don't have to bring that up)
oughhgh... my husbands..
tysm for this request!! and thank you for reading one of my earliest posts on this blog ToT absolute callback here <3 /pos
Hi!👋 I've read your tbb stuff and I really enjoyed it! I was wondering if you could write tbb x reader that is sarcastic, but doesn't realize it. Like they say something that comes out as sarcasm, but they didn't intend it to be. (Idk if it can count as romantic or platonic relationship since it's just a trait that doesn't necessarily a line with romance/friendship)
If you don't want to write this or have any other reason that's totally fine!
Stay hydrated❤️
YAAA CUTEE REQ (skippable tangent below)
sorry this took so long to make… I was trying to think of how this would look, but then I realized that I literally have a pt at work who does this 😭😭 like she’s highkey SO mean (so most of the time she actually is being sarcastic) but every now and again she’ll say smth nice and im like “😞 ok” but then I realize she’s being genuine and I go “!! ok !!!! :3” anyways.
Hunter was the one who’d asked you along on the mission. He typically wouldn’t dream of adding anyone else on his squad, even temporarily—he and the other batchers did kind of have an exclusive attitude.
But your skills were undeniable; he’d seen them himself. And, frankly, he wanted to see more of what you could do.
“Oh, I would just love to come along,” you’d replied when he asked, half-busy with another task. You hadn’t even looked at him when you spoke.
If you did look, you would’ve seen the way his eyes widened, just a bit. Was that… sarcasm?
He was about to ask for a more direct yes or no when you reached for your weapon and its holster, wrapping it around yourself without another word. He took that for his answer.
You watched with awe as Wrecker lifted a ship—yes, lifted a ship—and tossed it off the cliff.
It went clattering down the slope, pieces snapping off in chunks before landing with a booming crash that shook the ground all the way up where you stood.
Wrecker raised his arms in the air, letting out a clearly amused whoop as he watched the carnage.
When he turned, noticing you watching nearby, he grinned beneath his helmet. “Y/n! Did you see that?!”
You just clapped your hands, nodding once. “Wow, you’re strong.”
Wrecker’s arms lowered a bit from where they were raised in the air. “But—... it was… cool—!”
“Very,” you replied evenly. That just got him to slump even more, clearly discouraged as he turned back to the burning pile of ship at the bottom of the cliff.
Later, you’d joined Crosshair on sniper duty. Normally, he would’ve been less than pleased to have company. But when Hunter told you to move positions, he didn’t say anything.
He was lining up a shot on a moving target mounted on some kind of junky, pieced-together speeder.
“Tch. Pick a path. He’s driving like he has no idea where he’s going,” he sneered under his breath.
You nodded, watching closely. “And that makes it very hard to hit him.”
Cross hair froze. For half a second, his helmet turned just enough that you could tell he was looking at you. If you could see through that tinted visor, you would’ve seen him scowling.
Then, just as abruptly, he turned and took the shot in the same motion. Direct hit.
“There,” he huffed, straightening his posture. Then, under his breath like an afterthought: “It wasn’t hard.”
After the mission, you needed a quick getaway. Naturally, that placed Tech in the pilot’s seat.
“Tech!” Hunter was barking. “We need to get out of here yesterday!”
Tech just muttered to himself, flipping switches and reaching around the dashboard like a madman.
“Tech!” Wrecker repeated. “He said we need out!”
“I know,” Tech snapped back, voice surprisingly even. “I’m working on it. And I might work faster if you all weren’t crowding my cabin.”
“You heard him,” you started, turning around to shoo the other batchers out, “smart guy needs his thinking space.”
Hunter, who’d clearly been about to bark another order, just looked at you. They all did. And when you waved your hands again in that little shoo motion, they didn’t hesitate to scramble away.
Tech just sighed, giving you a thankful thumbs-up.
You were shedding your gear in the back, having been given the privacy of your own little corner.
“Oh—sorry!” Echo’s voice sounded suddenly as he walked in on you peeling off your sweat-soaked blacks.
You quickly reached for your spare clothes, shaking your head. But you kept your back turned to him. “It’s fine.”
That gave Echo pause. He was already halfway back towards the cockpit when you spoke, but slowly he turned.
“Uh… you alright?”
You nodded easily, pulling on the slightly baggier shirt with a sigh. “Yup. Just don’t like being in sweaty clothes if I can help it.”
Your first remark sounded like sarcasm, but that next one… was almost definitely a joke.
“... You sure? Just sounded a little… sarcastic, there.”
You turned now, eyes wide. “Actually? Oh, kriff, that’s not how I meant it to—ah, I’m sorry. I was being genuine.”
“You’ve been doing that all day,” Hunter’s voice sounded from the other end of the cabin. “The sarcasm.”
You quickly stepped out from your little corner, looking at the crew with those same wide eyes. “Really? That is not how I meant to sound. I was trying to be friendly with you guys.”
Suddenly… it was all piecing together. Your attempts to be friendly that never quite landed like you wanted. “Oh, kriff.”
Wrecker, for one, let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re telling me! I thought you were making fun of me earlier!”
You buried your face in your hands, cheeks burning.
“I thought you were being condescending,” Crosshair drawled, still watching you through narrowed eyes.
“No, no, I wasn’t doing any of that,” you insisted.
But suddenly they were laughing. Wrecker’s laugh spread like an infection through the cabin, and after a minute even you were giggling a bit.
“I never noticed,” Tech added bluntly, standing in the doorway to the cockpit with his tablet in hand. “I knew you were being genuine.”
“Did you, now?” Hunter chuckled, crossing his arms.
Crosshair just rolled his eyes. “I believe that.”
You just snickered, shaking your head at all of them.
… And maybe making a mental note to clarify when you’re actually being sarcastic.
yeey tysm for reading !!! and tysm for the req, you stay hydrated too dear anon <3
I was wondering if you could do a Hunter x Reader X Crosshair about them learning that the other has a crush on reader and they have to figure out how to get along and share🤭
I'd like it to include how they learn their brother likes reader before they confess and how they react at first, as well as how they get along around the reader.
Please and thank you!!!
-A bun
:o PEAK REQUEST BUN!!!!
i hope this is up to your expectations!! my apologies for making you wait love <3
wc: 1.4k
sharing (hunter x reader x crosshair)
characters: hunter, crosshair
“You keep staring at y/n.”
Crosshair didn’t turn to face Hunter, sending him a reluctant side-eye instead—not quite like he hadn’t heard, but rather like he didn’t want to look away from you.
“No,” he scoffed, shrugging one shoulder.
“Yes,” Hunter insisted, crossing his arms with narrowing eyes. “This is the third time I’ve caught you—and that’s just today.”
Crosshair didn’t say anything for a moment. He turned his head, averting his gaze. Just waiting for Hunter to leave.
He didn’t. But Crosshair’s eyes flicked to you just once, impatiently, catching you smiling at someone’s joke, and…
He earned a light elbow from Hunter. “Cut it out.”
“What is your problem?” Crosshair gave him that look that meant leave me alone.
“That—” Hunter gestured to Crosshair’s face, “—is the problem. You’re gonna freak them out staring like that.”
“I don’t stare like this. I use a different look. And it’s not like they notice.”
“Please. You’ve got the emotional range of a statue. And they have noticed.”
“How do you know that?”
Hunter just looked away, chewing his cheek. “Because they asked me if you hate them.”
Crosshair’s eyes narrowed. “And what are you, then? Their guard dog?”
“No,” Hunter scoffed. His eyes flicked to you once. “I just… happen to care about—how they’re doing.” He spoke haltingly, as if correcting himself mid-sentence. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Crosshair.
“Right,” Crosshair drawled, tilting his chin higher with a sneer. “Because you’re such a mother hen that cares about—”
He stopped.
Their eyes met.
“You don’t—”
“Were you—”
They both looked at you. Your back was turned to them.
“You like them,” Hunter gawked. “I didn’t think you were capable of—”
“Shut it,” Crosshair snapped. His eyes spoke for him: I could say the same to you.
After a second, his arms loosened from their tense cross. “I don’t want to fight over this with you.”
Hunter nodded. “And I don’t want to make it a competition.”
“That’s exactly what I just said,” Crosshair grumbled. “... But I’m also not giving up.”
Hunter tilted his head, a gleam of curiosity—or maybe an idea?—in his eyes. “Well, then I’m not giving up either.”
They held each other’s gaze… until their eyes went to you.
This was going to be interesting.
You were sitting in a field. Long grass, warm sun, plenty of flowers to weave into bracelets.
And… an observer lingering at the treeline. Crosshair had been there for all of three minutes, just admiring the way your hair tossed in the wind, the way you gathered all those little flowers in your lap. Also looking out for anything, or anyone, that could disturb you.
“I’m going to go over there,” Hunter announced behind him. Crosshair hadn’t even heard him approaching. But he didn’t jump either.
“And you’re telling me… why?” Crosshair’s eyes narrowed. Are you just trying to piss me off?
“I wanted to make it fair,” Hunter clarified, unable to fight back a grin when you cursed at your now broken flower bracelet.
“You want me to go with you.” Crosshair sounded incredulous.
“Well, you don’t exactly get someone’s attention by staring all the time. Come on, we’ll go together.”
“Why are you helping me?”
Hunter shrugged, brushing past Crosshair and making a beeline for you. “Not helping you as much as myself.”
He watched the long-haired clone pace closer to you. Almost close enough that you were going to turn your head—
He jogged to catch up.
You had stood up, brushing the scraps of flowers off your lap when you heard the two approach. You turned with a smile; which faltered when you saw Crosshair behind Hunter.
Crosshair, who never talked to you. Crosshair, who would stare at you sometimes like he wanted to kill you. Or at least that’s what you gathered. Maybe he just sucked at not looking mean.
“Enjoying the sun?” Hunter began, glancing up at the clear sky with a faint grin.
“Yeah, actually,” you replied easily, following his gaze. “And the flowers. They’re everywhere.”
“Wildflowers. They only grow here in fields like this,” Crosshair began tensely. “Lots of sun. Open air.”
He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Hunter just grinned at him, as if he found something amusing about that.
Crosshair met your gaze, cold brown eyes staring right into the core of your being.
But then… did those eyes soften? No, it had to be the sun—
He took a step towards you. Held out his hand.
In his palm, there was a flower. The stem had clearly been pinched and toyed with, but the blossom was fully intact. And beautiful.
“Where did you find this one?” you breathed, reaching out to take it. He tilted his hand, letting the thing fall gently into your palm.
“The woods. These only grow in the shade.”
A beat. Hunter was grinning, but Crosshair knew what he was really thinking.
“It’s from Hunter, too. Both of us,” he ground out. That rough edge was back into his voice, like he’d flipped a switch back on.
Hunter let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. “That’s a lie. Cross picked that for you, all by himself.”
He reached out and took the flower from your hand, taking your cheek with the other hand to tilt your head just right. With hands surprisingly gentle for how rough they felt, he tucked the thing behind your ear.
His hand stayed on your cheek a moment longer than necessary, and you saw his eyes sparkle. “But I’ll tell you how beautiful you look with it.”
You just smiled, looking between the two of them like you didn’t know who to thank first. But the silence lasted a moment too long, and Crosshair’s eye twitched.
“Don’t say anything just yet.”
Hunter raised an eyebrow at his brother.
Crosshair had to ignore him. It took a bit of effort, to say the least. “I’ve been watching you.”
You blinked at him, a slight frown forming on your face. Yeah, I kind of noticed.
Hunter looked like he was fighting the urge to either facepalm or let his jaw drop open.
… Okay, maybe Crosshair did that on purpose, just to watch you both react. Because he had more to say, but the pause was worth it.
“Not for nothing. I like watching you smile. I like how your eyes light up when you see someone you’re fond of.
“I want to see them light up like that for me.”
A more approving smile found Hunter’s face, and you just… stared, still. Speechless.
Crosshair searched your eyes as you stared, apparently finding something, since his face softened. Almost imperceptibly. Just enough to make you wonder if you really saw it.
“That’s not all,” Hunter cut in. You almost forgot he was there for a second.
He stepped a bit closer, letting his hands rest on your shoulders. “There’s a reason I look out for you. I told you I do that for everyone, but… well. That’s not really true.” He gave a one-shoulder shrug, brown eyes smoldering into yours. “I only put this much attention into my missions. And you’re no mission, y/n. You’re something way better.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up, and you let out something between a sigh and a processing hum.
But Crosshair’s hand found Hunter’s arm, and suddenly Hunter was being pushed away as Crosshair took a step closer to you.
“I—”
You put up both your hands. “Okay. No more,” you managed to get out, your voice low and firm. The smile on your face was gone, replaced with a warning stare that got them both to at least keep their hands off each other.
You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, crossing your arms thoughtfully. “So. You both…” you gestured vaguely, unsure of how to put it. “... are interested. Are you making me choose?”
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing with suspicion (and maybe a bit of apprehension).
They both shared a look before slowly shaking their heads.
“No,” Crosshair muttered, his voice strangely sincere. “No choosing one or the other.”
“Sharing,” Hunter suggested, looking between you and Crosshair for approval. Crosshair just gave a single nod.
“I think we can make that work,” you grinned, moving your hands to your hips. “I don’t know how, but—”
Crosshair’s face twitched. “Not at the same time,” he interrupted. Then, quieter, eyes cast away: “... I might get jealous.”
Hunter laughed, but he was nodding. “There’s a festival going on this week in the village,” he jabbed a thumb over the rolling hills. “How about… I take you tomorrow, have you all to myself—”
“And I’ll take you tonight,” Crosshair cut in, taking a microscopic step closer to you.
This will be… interesting to handle, you thought to yourself.
But you were smiling. And you agreed anyway.
YAAY WRITING AGAIN!!! my apologies..... i haven't written in so long.... it feels like an atrophied muscle ToT
BUT!! I HAD FUN WRITING THIS!!!! TYSM FOR YOUR REQUEST YAAA
I NEED NEED NEED a fanfic of Crosshair teasing the reader in front of his brothers about being too clingy and acting like they're the physically affectionate one but the second they're alone or he's tired he's the stereotypical grunting everytime reader tries to move as he's cuddling them and he's whining for them to stay cause he's sleepy
A/n: Tech is here and he's alive and well and lived the rest of his life in Pabu. Period.
Warnings: One mention of PTSD, flashbacks and struggling with mental health, let me know if I missed anything.
Characters: Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair and Tech x gn!reader.
Word Count: ~1k.
Hunter
Once they’ve stablished in Pabu, Hunter takes a liking to the residents’ various hairstyles, in particular the intricate braids some of them have.
As a soldier, he had little to no time to care for his hair, but now that he’s free to do what he pleases he spends much more time tending to it, trying different hair textures, new hairstyles and accessories (though he usually sports the classic bandana).
The others notice his affinity for hair and share with him some of their knowledge, including braiding in all sorts of ways. It doesn’t take long for him to became the island’s unofficial official braider.
He's obviously passionate about it and tries to perfect his art on everyone, but with you specifically, he’s committed to give you the best treatment the island can offer. You can forget about washing or styling it, that’s his job now and he’d love to spend time with you while also caring for your body.
Echo
There was something Echo heard about ever since he was rescued from Skako Minor: meditating. It was a foreign concept for him and he struggled to understand how sitting still and breathing differently would help him somehow, so he left it aside for some time more.
It was only when he shortly stayed on Pabu that he decided to give it a try, and after just a few sessions he found out how wrong he was to think so lowly of it. His nightmares happened less frequently, he could feel the fatigue leave his body easily like he never thought it could, in short, it became an essential part of his routine.
Even after joining Rex, he still made time for it, knowing such moment shouldn’t be ignored over any duties.
He would invite you to a session with him, offering to guide you in a secluded place, a moment just between you two. He’s totally fine if you want to decline it, but if you accept, he makes it the most enjoyable possible, as he himself is over the moon by having you with him in this moment of healing.
Wrecker
As presented on the show, Wrecker starts to fish once he’s living on Pabu, you’d think such calm hobby would make him boring, but to everyone’s surprise he actually ends up loving it. He finds a spot every afternoon and spends his time there until the sun set, trying new baits the island people taught him and even studying the types of fish he could catch in different locations.
Sometimes he leaves with a few friends to go to fishing trips further from the island, returning a week or so later with enough to make a feast for all of the citizens.
Of course, he dedicates his biggest catches to you, concentrating at the moment and quickly returning to his boisterous-self when he finally catches it, running to you side to show you the huge fish in his arms and claiming it was as big as his love for you.
And he takes pictures with his fish too, if it’s not bothersome for you, he’d want to frame and hang his achievements on the walls of your shared home.
Crosshair
After all he went through, he needed to occupy his mind otherwise the memories would come back and drive him insane. Seeing him in that state was heartbreaking, so one day you, when your new neighbors invited you for a quick trail in the morning, you decide to take Crosshair with you, it couldn't be that bad, right? (other than maybe his constant bored complaints?)
He was quiet the whole trip, more than usual, and it worried you he wasn’t enjoying it at all, possibly even having flashbacks from being idle for too long. The moment you arrived back home he confessed how relaxing it was to him, though he was still struggling a bit to understand his feelings regarding it. He goes to another one to figure them out, then another, and one more, and in no time, he starts doing it every day.
He also goes to longer hiking trips at faraway places on Pabu, but always making sure you’re fine with it and that he’ll contact you every now and then.
He prefers it if you go with him, finding it more calming to have you by his side, but if it’s not your cup of tea or you’re busy, he understands and goes by himself with your consent.
Tech
That time when he had to compete for Cid never left his mind, if it wasn’t for the stress he was under, it would have been the most exciting moment of his life. With their worries to escape the Empire Tech ended up forgetting about it, and once he settled in Pabu, he had so much time he usually just concentrated on his researches and projects.
By chance, when walking with his family, his eyes landed on the speeder race poster glued on the wall, almost covered by more recent posters, and the memories came back. He considered it for a while, then talked to you about it, and he decided the safest thing to do was search for more ethical races, where his life wouldn’t be at risk.
So, you two did, and found out not so far from the island was a speeder club, in which the integrands sometimes speeder races just for fun. It didn’t take long for the whole planet to hear about the new speeder racer who beat all of the other participants, in order to avoid the lack of privacy that comes along fame, Tech used a made-up name and always wore his helmet.
He values your presence during his competitions, he feels his confidence increase just knowing you’re in the crowd cheering for him, and when he wins, even if there are hundreds of people in the crowd, he finds you to point the trophy on hands you, and you know behind that visor his eyes are always admiring you from afar.
Reblogs, comments and feedback are appreciated. Let me know if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language. Thank you for reading! <3
A/n: First time writing something a little steamier, fingers crossed.
Summary: When you confess your admiration for his hair, Hunter realizes that feeling is followed by your own insecurities. To mend that, he fulfills one of your hidden wishes: to braid his hair. Being as intense as he is, Hunter promises to take your braiding session into something more.
Warnings: Not proof read, insecurity, suggestive ending (but nothing explicit), let me know if I missed anything.
Word Count: ~1300.
Mando'a translation:
Mesh'la - beautiful/handsome;
Cyare - beloved;
Ner - my/mine;
Riduur - spouse/partner.
(Feel free to correct me if the Mando'a is wrong.)
If he wasn’t so dear to you, you swear you’d be envious of it. Maybe you actually are a little bit, even if you like him so much. Are you really to blame when his curls shine like bronzed gold when he’s under the sun? When he’s done working out and a few loose strands cling to his sweaty forehead? When he’s above you and ends threaten to spill onto your face? Or when his kisses trail down and they force giggles out of you by tickling your neck? And the worst — clones don’t even use hair products! How does he even manage to keep his locks breathtaking like that?!
“You’re staring, cyare.” Hunter interrupts your internal complaints, studying you from his seat across the cockpit.
You snicker as you slowly approach the man, who was already spreading his legs in invitation. “You really have no idea, do you?” You inquire halfway on your track to him.
“Care to enlighten me?” His smirk made its way to his mouth, as it always does when you’re both being playful.
You reach his sitting frame, taking your time to admire how he’s looking up at you, amused by your actions. You could spend the rest of the day here, enjoying the view of his gorgeous irises boring into yours, but he has other plans; his arms grasp at your waist, tempting you to give in to his silent request.
You indulge, settling onto his awaiting lap. “So? What was that about?” He attempts at receiving an answer again, yet the only thing he got was your fingers lacing themselves among his curls. “Not gonna tell me?” he murmurs, voice lowering to the husky tone he knew made you weak in the knees, as his nose finds your nape
“I already did.” You verbalize between chortles and he lifts his head, visibly confused, to look at you. You can’t help but laugh louder at his reaction, leaving him even more dumbfounded than before. “It’s just your hair, love…” you finally confess, playing with the rebellious locks that stray too much from the others.
“What about it?” he asks, though you can tell he’s already aware by the smug face he’s wearing.
“I was just thinking… It’s unfair that clones’ hair looks this good when you don’t even have decent products to care for it, while I spend a lot of credits for it to look like… this.” You motion to your own strands, which aren’t in their best shape after several consecutive missions.
Hunter’s face falls to a more serious one at your remark, “Don’t put it like that, it’s just a bit dirty from all our action on the field,” he starts, moving his knuckles to caress your head, “besides, to me, you would still look good with a nest instead of your mane.”
You flash him a brief smile, grateful for his efforts to brighten your mood, before it falls again into a thin line. Although you try to focus on fiddling with his hair, he still notices the change in your demeanor, and you know he’s not the type to overlook this behavior. “Ner mesh’la riduur…” He whispers, closing his lids to connect his forehead to yours. “…let me help you.” The clone tugs you impossibly closer to his chest, hoping to ease the distress as soon as he could.
And it does, to a point. The way he always reminds you why you fell for him in the first place — his mindfulness of those around him, his wish to help them in any way he can — manages, without fail, to bring warmth even into your coldest moments. Now, feeling the burdens gradually vanish from your being, leaving your mind much clearer, you recall an idea you had a few days ago. “There’s something I want to try.”
“Oh…?” The smugness returns to his features as he senses your usual vivid essence coming back to your voice. “Right here? The others are just ahead—” You lightly slap his shoulder, to which he chuckles, not minding the sting as it means you’re back to your joyous-self.
“You know it’s not like that!” You shake your head disapprovingly at his insinuation. “What I was saying is, I’d like to braid your hair.”
Hunter takes in your words, not needing too long to nod at your request, smiling at you. “I’m all yours, mesh’la.” He assures you, shifting to give you better access to his hair. Your other hand reaches up to remove his bandana, then, after setting it aside, you begin working, selecting a good amount of it to part into three sections.
He sits perfectly still, even closing his eyes, obviously enjoying the attention you’re giving him. It’s no surprise that he is, after all, he always ends up falling asleep with your fingers on his scalp when lying with you. What actually is shocking is how much more handsome he looks right now, you’ve seen this view dozens of times before, yet none of them compare to his serene state, and it doesn’t help that you can see every detail of his face from the proximity, all the freckles and wrinkles from the stress he’s constantly put through.
“I can feel you staring, you know.” He breaks you out of your trance, chuckling. You roll your eyes, smiling at him while trying not to mess up the braid.
“Shh, you’re distracting me.”
“I’m just saying, you don’t need excuses to admire your sergeant this close.”
You make an annoyed sound at that, but both of you know that there’s no malice behind it. “Quit doing that, will you?” You urge him, despite already finishing the braid. He does obey, though with a bold smirk, as if trying to hold in his content to not disturb your fingers.
And before he could attempt anything else, you improvise a hair tie at the end, finishing your braiding session. You lower your hands to his chest, watching the way your handiwork enhances his already incomparable beauty when he opens his lids to find your smitten gaze on him. “Feel better now?”
“Yeah… thank you, Hunter.”
“Good.” Is all he says as he tears the eye contact for a moment, checking the route on the ship’s control panels. “We’ll land on Kamino in just a few minutes…” He nears his head to yours, close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips. “…when we get there, I want you to head straight to the ‘fresher,” he adds in a raspy whisper, rubbing his cheek onto yours as his mouth searches for your neck. “I’ll meet you after reposting, then I’ll take better care of you, ok?” He finishes just as he finds it, the spot right under your jaw, pressing a kiss there — a promise of what he intents to show you later — while his arms pulling you further down his lap.
Suddenly, Hunter lets go of your body, guiding you to stand up by the hips so he could get to his feet too. “Tech, we’re almost at Kamino. Let’s prepare for the landing…” And just like that, he’s back at barking orders. Like he didn’t just turn your insides into mush not even five seconds ago.
Tossing yourself on the seat you’d just got off of, afraid your legs might give out after that, you could only eagerly wait until you reached their personal quarters, mind busy wondering if by “care” Hunter meant what the building heat in you hoped he did.
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A/n: Have these short headcanons while I work on Just Out Of Reach's next chapter.
Warnings: Not proof read, insecurity, mentions of replacing people and a brawl, let me know if I missed anything.
Characters: Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair and Tech x gn!reader.
Word Count: ~530.
Hunter
Hunter isn’t the jealous or insecure type; he won’t mind it if you want to spend time with civies or the rest of the Batch. When you’re with the regs, however, he might feel a little bothered; while he’s confident enough to know you’d never replace him, the sight of you interacting with the clones that pester them so much will always stir a pang in his chest. He wouldn’t stop you from talking to anyone though, he’d just tell you how he feels about it.
Echo
He’s the calmest among his brothers regarding jealousy. Being a former reg, he’d actually like it if you talked to all of his brothers, reg or not. The only thing that could trouble him is his own insecurity; whenever he sees you with a civilian, it plagues him mind with doubts about your relationship. Just a bit of reassurance or seeing you turn to smile at him mid conversation and he’s reminded that he can trust you with his life.
Wrecker
Wrecker loves to have you by his side when everyone’s talking, during these times he’s completely relaxed, just messing around with his brothers. That is, if there are no regs in the group. If there are, you’ll notice he’s sulky, playful banter turning into mocking. Stars forbid if you laugh at one of their jokes. But he’s easy to go back to normal; get on your toes to peck his face in front of the regs and his usual smirk and boisterous self emerges again. He’s never seriously upset with you because of jealousy, so you don’t have to worry too much about that. Unless you replace him for Lula; he’d never forgive both his best friends betraying him like that.
Crosshair
He’s not jealous in the insecure way, quite the contrary; he’s the most confident among the Batch, the thought of you choosing someone else over him has never even crossed his mind. Does that mean he’s not the jealous type? No. Casual chat with his brothers? It’s fine. Small talk with a civilian? He can handle that. Now, talking with the regs…? That’s the best way to get Crosshair to start a brawl. He won’t directly stop you from interacting with anyone, much less show his irritation (at least he thinks he’s good at hiding it, in reality he’s glaring at the poor clone from behind your shoulder), but his snarky remarks are enough for you to tell he despises it.
Tech
He fails to understand why you socializing would upset him; he knows it’s scientifically proven that people need to engage in conversation in order to be healthy, if anything he should be happy that you’re talking. Yet, when he looks around for you, excited to tell you about a new theory he’s been studying, only to find you busy chatting with someone else, he can feel his chest tighten a bit. He’s too rational to let it take over him and behave differently, you’ll only know he’s jealous when he finds you later and tries to explain how he felt. He doesn’t expect you to do anything about it, but if you make up to him, he’d be elated.
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Warnings: Not proof read, period pain, crying and being sad, period odor, mention of nausea, body modifications and migraines, let me know if I missed anything.
Characters: Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair and Tech x reader.
Word Count: ~900.
Hunter
It’s probable that Hunter knows you’re about to get your period before you yourself know it; he notices the changes in mood and even the small physical ones. Because of that, he tries to prepare to when it eventually comes, readying painkillers, heat pad and a comfortable place for you to stay in their barracks or in the Marauder.
And your smell. Not necessarily the blood smell, but yours. If you asked him about it, he’d say every phase in your cycle changes your scent in some way.
He’s understandable of your cramps as he often has migraines and they hurt terribly every time, if you’re not in the middle of the battlefield he’ll offer you to rest while he manages your tasks.
He also doesn’t mind it if you want to be close during these times, he’s busy and can’t always lay down to nap with you, but feel free to sit on his lap or rest your head on his shoulder, he’ll reach a hand to caress your skin in an attempt to sooth your discomfort.
Echo
Would be completely indifferent to it if it didn’t cause you so much distress. He hates seeing you sad or in pain, so he’ll do whatever he can to help you.
Always carries a pad or tampon with him in case of emergencies, and since he often deals with pain from his limbs and modifications, you can always count on him with medicine.
Won’t directly offer to cuddle with you, but he’ll indulge in whatever makes you feel better. His favorite is for you to lay your head on his thighs for him to gently brush and play with your hair.
He’s not the most emotionally stable person around, yet he’s the best for when you need a shoulder to cry on, figuratively or literally. You can try to convince him it’s nothing, he’ll be there with a hand petting your back and all the patience in the galaxy.
Wrecker
It’s unlikely that clones had sexual education, much less talked about menstruation, so Wrecker is possibly oblivious to the concept.
He’d notice your hunched over form and ask about it worriedly. You’d have to explain it to him and he’d panic initially, running to ask Tech a million questions. But after that he’d calm down a bit and instead focus on taking care of you.
All of the affection Wrecker frequently gives you doesn’t even compare to how clingy he is during your period. Expect to be cuddled by a hulking teddy bear as warm as a furnace 24/7. His favorite way to comfort you is to spoon you and rest his big, warm hand on your stomach, which unintentionally works as a heating pad.
He’d like to try and prepare for your period ahead of time, unfortunately, he’d forget about it every month, so he’d try to compensate in any way he can, whatever it is that you need, he’d try to manage for you.
Crosshair
At first, he’ll try to act like he doesn’t care, but all it takes is a wince from you and he’ll quit with the acting.
Sucks at comforting, but he’ll try. His eyes watch you from afar the whole time during these days, ready if you happen to struggle with something. If he sees you flinching or hunching over he’ll wordlessly hand you some pills and water. If he sees you sighing in weariness he’ll come up you until his chest touches your back, then take whatever it is from your hands to deal with it himself while you relax snuggly in his embrace, silent through it all, of course.
And if you need to vent, he’s there. Just don’t expect the most caring words from him. If what you need is to sit down and tell him how you feel through sobs and tears, he’ll stay with you, giving you the occasional hum and nod in response. However, if you let him handle it his way, he’d much rather distract you until you forget why you were sad in the first place.
Tech
He’s the only one who’s actually interested in human biology, and that obviously includes menstruation, so he has an extensive knowledge about the theorical side of periods.
The first time you have your period when with him, he’s unprepared and a bit frustrated at himself; he should have seen this coming. But that will be the one and only occasion, because the instant you told him about it, he did a long research marathon to assure he’ll adequately help you the next times.
If it was up to him, you wouldn’t lift a finger. He’ll request his brothers to not disturb you in this time, arrange your bunk with extra blankets and pillows he could find, replenish the Marauder with medicine for nausea and pain, heat pads and vitamins for you.
He asks you about your preferences regarding hygienic products, pain relief and comfort, taking notes for your succeeding periods, and makes suggestions of his own based on his research.
During these days he’ll also be more receptive with touch; it’s not something he absolutely relishes, but he’ll do it as long as it makes you feel better.
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