I had the most wonderful pleasure to draw this man (was I blushing the whole time? yeah…)
the happiest day to delta squad’s leader and mr. no-nonsense 🧡
small meme under the cut!
Me every time I add Boss’s greys… 😔 he’s so beautiful
I wanted to make something for the Boss lovers out there, but that’ll have to wait till next week because I am currently in my uni finals and I unfortunately don’t have the time 😭 but I DO promise it’ll be worth your while 😉🧡
I forgot how badly every single Repcomm character needs therapy. Good grief, that whole clan is a walking dumpster fire of trauma. Especially Walon and Delta Squad, like someone shove all of them in therapy please
Hey, guys - Quick question to all podfic listeners:
If I would turn a multi-chapter (with >3 chapters) into a podfic, would you rather listen to one continuous recording or several seperate ones of each chapter?
Pairing: Boss x reader.
Word Count: 1592
Summary: You go to 79's with Delta Squad. You finally confess your feelings for Boss.
Warnings: I don't think any. They're drinking alcohol. It's not edited. Never edited.
79’s is busier than usual. Laughter and mingled conversations float through the air as you glance around looking for your friends outside the entrance, but in the throng of people, Delta Squad eludes you. Sev had said they’d be outside and waiting for you. You stand on the tip of your toes for a moment to look over a tall, green twi’lek. Near the door, you spot the distinctive red streaked armor of the sniper.
Scorch spots you first as you make your way through the crowd; he waves enthusiastically at you. You wave back, and stride up to them. You’ve grown closer to the two of them over the last few months and get almost as many transmissions from Scorch as you do Boss. It’s always light-hearted messages about what they’ve gotten into and what they’ve gotten to see. He has told you before that since you don’t travel often that he was going to let you live vicariously through him. Though, you can’t say that you’d want to live Scorch’s life or any of them if you’re being honest.
But it was Sev who you felt you could talk the most openly with. He always acted aloof, and when you thought he never actually listened, he’d bring up something you’d said in the past as if he’d recorded it to memory, and it was Sev who you’d poured your heart out to about your feelings for Boss. He’d already known, though. According to him, anyone with a fourth of a brain was able to tell. You’d gone on to ask him if he’d ever felt like he was in love, and he only laughed and deflected. ‘You’ve never gotten flutterbys in your stomach around someone?’ You had asked. He smirked. ‘If I start feeling pests inside me around someone, I’m comming an exterminator. Or, better yet, becoming an exterminator.’
Sev’s helmet is tucked under his arm, and his dark eyes give you a once over.
He nods to your outfit. “You clean up nicely. Trying to impress someone?”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the smile creeping onto your face. You’ll never admit how you stressed for an hour over what to wear to meet them. And you know he knows who you’re trying to impress. You had almost cancelled last minute, but Scorch had already gotten the others in on asking you to come. ‘Don’t listen to me, listen to them! It’ll be fun.’ He had told you, and the others had all chimed in that they’d make sure you had a good time.
“Fixer and Boss are inside making sure we get our favorite table,” Scorch tells you as he leads the way through the sliding doors. He has to raise his voice to be heard over the music.
You follow closely behind him up a small flight of stairs to a balcony area overlooking the dance floor. The thud of the bass reverberates through the floor and melds with your heartbeat as you scan the crowd below. A droid with a tray of colorful drinks whizzes past you to a table of clones clad in grey armor.
Scorch slides into a booth next to Fixer who’s already halfway through a glass of amber liquid. Sev nudges you in the back to take the seat next to Boss, and you can’t help but wonder if he and Scorch had been making plans for you while they were gone. They wanted you to be with the brother maybe more than you did. The sniper sits on your other side, closing you in between him and his brother.
“Well, this is cozy,” he says with a smirk.
You chance a look at Boss, but his eyes are boring holes into his brother’s. You can tell they’re having some type of silent conversation. How much had Sev told him about what you’d told him before they’d gone on their mission?
“I’m glad you could join us,” Boss tells you, looking away from Sev.
“Thanks for inviting me. I’ve heard a lot of people talk about this place, but this is the first time I’ve ever been,” you reply. “It’s nice to have a visual for all the stories I hear.”
Scorch flags down the waitress droid to order drinks and shoots you a grin. Conversation is light and easy most of the night, and despite your initial nervousness, you’re having a good time.
As the night progresses, the crowd begins to thin out. You watch as brothers from different battalions hug each other as if it’s the last time they will ever see each other…and sadly, there’s always the chance that this is their final goodbye to one another. Fixer has moved away from your table to talk to a member of Aiwha Squad, and Scorch is cheering on Sev who is currently in an arm wrestling competition with Jind from Yayax Squad. Or so that was who Boss had told you they were.
“You know, Sev told me something very interesting while we were gone,” Boss says conspicuously, leaning toward you like he’s about to spill confidential information.
You swallow past the lump in your throat at how close he is and how damn good he looks with that stupid smug look on his face.
“If it’s a new way to gut a Geonosian, I’d rather not have to sit through that again,” you tell him, crinkling your nose.
“No, nothing like that.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and looks over where Sev is demanding a rematch against Jind. He keeps his eyes on his brother as if looking at you may make him change his mind about what he wants to say to you. “He said you’re in love with me.”
He chances a quick look at your stiff form then averts his eyes back toward the arm wrestling competition like he just made a casual comment about the weather instead of calling you out for having feelings for him. You shoot a glare in Sev’s general direction.
“I never said that I was in love with you,” you say with more calm than you knew you had in you at the moment. Especially since you were sure he could hear how hard your heart was beating. A stampede of Rancors would have been more quiet.
He doesn’t move, but you could swear he may have stopped breathing. His smug grin has fallen, and he eyes the drink in front of him like he’s wishing he could drown in it.
“I told him that you make me nervous. You make me feel like a colony of flutterbys live in my organs, and I get stupidly sweaty when you get close to me,” you say just loud enough for him to hear. He finally looks up from his drink and to you with hopeful eyes.
You continue, holding his stare. “I dream about you most nights and what it would be like to be yours. What it would be like for you to hold me like I’m something special to you. I worry about you every single day, and when you go too long without comming me, it takes everything in me not to cry and assume the absolute worst. You make me-”
Your words are cut short by his hand cupping your jaw and his lips pressing to yours. His mouth is soft and warm and tastes of the lingering hints of the liquor he’s been nursing. The kiss is hesitant, but as your fingers find purchase in his hair, he lets himself sink into it more, and you think that this right here would be enough to send you to a place of euphoria that would last for weeks.
Wrapping your arms around him, you pull him closer and deepen the kiss. His hands grip the fabric of your shirt at your waist, pulling it tight against your skin. The tip of his tongue gently prods at your lips, asking to be let in.
It’s so much better than you’d imagined, and you had imagined something so amazing that you weren’t sure that it would live up to it if you finally did get it.
Someone cheers and whistles not far from you, and you think it may be Scorch, but you don’t look as Boss pulls away. You just breathe in the moment. The scent of him. The rush of finally getting to kiss him. He places his forehead to yours and caresses your cheek with his thumb.
“As happy as I am for you two, Scorch’s cheering over your little lovefest just cost me five credits,” Sev says, dropping down onto the booth’s seat next to you.
Boss scoffs. “You’re the one who threatened to shoot me if I didn’t ‘make a move’ tonight.”
Sev grimaces and crosses his arms. “I didn’t know it was going to cost me, though.”
You laugh and shove Sev’s shoulder with your own. “I’ll try to make it up to you. Next round of drinks is on me.”
“I guess that’s a start,” Sev says.
Boss slides his arm around your shoulder and pulls you against his side and whispers in your ear, “you don’t owe him anything.”
You smile and shake your head. “He got the two of us to confess how we feel. I’d say I owe him a lot.”
He returns your smile and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. The feeling warms you to your core. Yeah, you owe Sev. For now, another round of his favorite drink will have to do.
A/N - So, this was actually my idea for reader confessing to Fixer in chapter two of Heart on the Floor. It didn't feel right for Fixer, but I'm glad I got to explore it here with Boss!
