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
aa hi!! i've been reading your tbb x medic reader thoughts, and i absolutely devoured them!! You write them perfectly!! may i request the bad batch, or especially Crosshair and Tech, being protective of the reader, maybe when a reg, or someone else, flirts with her, or maybe won't leave her alone? no worries if this doesn't strike your fancy!! :D have a wonderful day!
AWAA I HAVE HAD A CLINICAL CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK... BUT THIS......
i love this trope, so thank you for this request!!
It was a slow night at 79’s; you wouldn’t have had it any other way. A clone bar was pretty far from your typical scene, but it was the only bar on Coruscant that you knew had decent drinks.
It wasn’t really the “scene” of your… friends, if they could be called that, either. They were clones, yes, but not normal ones.
To most? Ten times more prickly, with an air of superiority about them that made them intolerable to other clones. But to you? There weren’t a set of clones in the galaxy you’d rather be spending an evening with.
They’d just gotten back from a mission, and considering it was rare that you were all on the same planet at once… you’d taken the opportunity to invite them out. Well, it was actually Wrecker who invited you here, but you’d mentioned wanting to get together.
You were laughing off your second drink now, losing it over another stupid joke Hunter made. Or, more specifically, at the way Crosshair glared at him for saying it.
“You guys up for round three?” You quirked an eyebrow at the table.
“That even a question?” Wrecker grinned, already standing up. But you held a hand up, insisting on getting everyone’s drinks. They seemed reluctant to watch you go alone, but… the bar was mostly empty at this hour.
They shared a look: what could go wrong?
And so you left the booth, taking a seat at the bar and listing off their orders, plus your own, like second nature.
The bartending droid got to work, and you relaxed a bit against the bar, a light smile curving your lips.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing.”
You turned your head. There was a clone a couple seats away from you at the bar, nursing a half-empty drink you doubted was his first. Your smile faltered for a second before transforming into a more polite one. You nodded respectfully, trying to make it obvious you weren’t interested in conversation.
He didn’t take the hint. He stood up from his seat, abandoning his drink to lean against the bar right next to you.
“Ah… enjoying your night, soldier?” you tried, laughing awkwardly.
His face twisted in consideration as he shrugged. “Eh. Little quiet. Little boring.” Then his gaze flicked to you, and he grinned. “Until now. Haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Oh, yeah, uh… not my typical joint.”
“Figured. You look like you should be somewhere much nicer, little lady.”
Was that supposed to be a compliment? You just laughed again, shifting in your seat. The bartending droid was done with three of the six drinks you needed.
“You here all alone?”
“No, I’m here with friends.” An apologetic smile accompanied your response. You were hoping that would be enough to get him away. “They’re just sitting at a booth over there.”
He didn’t look. “Well, you’re alone right now.”
Another uncomfortable laugh left you, and you looked at the droid almost desperately. Work faster, you goddamn—
“I’ll keep you company, if you don’t mind…” His hand slid across the bar towards your crossed arms resting on the counter, and you quickly sat up straight, intertwining your fingers tightly in your lap.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably be… you know. Walking away in a second.” Take the hint, dude.
“Oh, but your friends can wait a few minutes, can’t they? I don’t think I’m ready to watch a pretty girl like you get away so soon.” He smiled, chuckling softly.
You just narrowed your eyes, no longer smiling as you desperately stared at the drinks on the platter. Five drinks. Just one more…
Your head was jerked back to look at the clone when he grabbed your chin, laughing at your startled expression. “You’ve got gorgeous eyes. Very expressive.”
“Excuse me,” a (thankfully) familiar voice chirped on your other side. “Can you make that Fire Dancer a double shot?” He’d been addressing the droid, but from his sharp tone… he was probably taking a jab at the clone, too.
The clone’s grip on your chin loosened just enough for you to turn your head. Tech was drumming his fingers on the bar on your other side, looking directly at the clone out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t think she’s interested,” he deadpanned, expression unreadable.
The clone’s face twitched. “Hey… you’re one of those bad batchers,” he sneered. “Why don’t you go back to whatever corner you’re hiding in, and stop trying to act like you know everything?”
“I’ve got a better idea for you.” A sharp voice, low and gravelly, sliced the air. You turned again to see Crosshair standing behind the clone, one arm braced on the bar to box him between you and Crosshair.
“Get it through your head that she’s. Not. Interested,” he drawled, narrowing his eyes in that glare that was eerily similar to his sniping abilities—precise, intentional, and deadly.
Tech was leaning over your shoulder, trying to read a serial number printed on the clone’s armor. “CT-3889,” he read. “I’ll remember that.”
“What, are you gonna report me?” The clone snorted.
“Report? Oh, no. I can think of things that are worse than reporting. And easier, too.” He nodded, accepting his drink from the bartending droid.
“... You’re bluffing,” the clone narrowed his eyes, glancing once at Crosshair behind him.
The droid set a platter on the bar with the other five drinks you needed, and just as soon as it hit the surface, CT-3889 was up and gone, grumbling curses under his breath.
“... I don’t like that guy.” Crosshair narrowed his eyes, never letting his gaze leave the trooper once until he was out of the establishment. Then he looked at you, examining your face closely. “He touched you.”
You blinked. Watching them scare that guy off… you almost forgot that you were a part of this whole ordeal. “Oh. Uh…”
“Is he finally gone?” Echo drawled, eyeing the door carefully as he stepped closer. Hunter and Wrecker were behind him.
“If I ever see that guy on Kamino…” Wrecker snarled, cracking his knuckles irritably, “I’m gonna—”
“You’re not gonna do anything,” Hunter warned him. Then he looked at you. “Are you alright?”
“I was going to ask that,” Tech interjected quietly, taking a sip of his drink.
“You guys. I’m fine,” you almost had to laugh. Almost. “He was just…” you gestured vaguely. You didn’t want to say anything nice, but saying something mean would make it seem like you weren’t fine. Which, to be fair, you sort of weren’t.
“Insufferable,” Crosshair grumbled, picking up his own drink to throw it back.
“Ugly,” Wrecker added, then guffawed. That got you to laugh, too.
“Bothering you.” Tech said finally, and you nodded. He hummed. “Well then. I’m glad I intervened.”
“We shouldn’t have let you go off on your own,” Hunter said, almost apologetically.
“Yeah, regs can be…” Echo made a face, gesturing to the door. “... Like that.”
“And you guys are so much better,” you teased, putting your hands on your hips. “You probably scared that guy all the way back to his incubation chamber.”
Crosshair snorted. “Good.” After a slow sip of his drink, he just shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “I’d never stoop that low.”
“Wouldn’t you, now?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Crosshair matched your grin. “Why would I harass some lady at a bar when I’ve already got you?”
Wrecker burst out laughing; a contagious sound. Soon you were all chuckling into your drinks again, but in those silent breaths between more jokes and stories…
You let yourself feel a little lighter. From what Crosshair said (and from how the boys were still eyeing the other bargoers suspiciously)... you had a feeling you wouldn’t have to worry about “suitors” like that again for a long time.
YIPPEEE it feels so good to write again... please send in more requests my darlings! I love the sillies,,
