Request: Please there has to be a part two at some point with him telling his feelings and explaining that WE are why he realized he was bisexual PLEASE for: @bloodmoon-bites
Synopsis: crosshair’s been into you for a while, and he’s finally deciding to tell you. You’ve gotta read the first part to understand this one! Which is right here if you’re not up to date.
I was actually planning to write this and then it was requested so I was thrilled that we were on the same page, LMAO. This is a bit shorter than the first fic as it’s got more dialogue in it. 💕 No use of Y/N, and the reader's gender is non-specific, though the first fic is a male reader.
Warnings: spoilers for the end of s3, but that’s it. Other than that, it’s pretty fluffy! A little bit of sexual flirting but it’s Crosshair, what do you expect 😭
Your kitchen felt peaceful. The room was quiet, the clinking of dishes and sloshing of water the only sounds as you and Crosshair cleaned up after lunch. Somewhere outside, birds were singing and other islanders chatter drifted in through the open window, which you’d not yet shut after your attempt to cook ended with it being slightly charred. Crosshair was on drying duty. He was slowly getting the hang of doing things with one hand, and he held the dish with his remaining hand, the towel flung over his stub of his arm. It worked surprisingly well, though he was taking his time to not drop any of your china plates. You didn’t mind. If he needed to go slow, that’s what you’d do.
When the last dish was dried and put away, you stood at the sink and poured the water out. As you did, you felt two arms wrap around your waist, and crosshair’s chin come to rest on your shoulder. You smiled to yourself.
“It’s all your fault, you know?” He murmured against your neck, pressing a small kiss there.
Ah. This was it. You’d been anticipating the day he’d tell you how he felt. Since he came out, you’d noticed the little things he did more often- though you’d been noticing them for months prior anyway. Of course, you’d waited. You always would for him.
You smiled wider. “Yeah? What is?”
“Me… being like this.”
Turning to face him, you dried your hands and wrapped your arms around Crosshair. He buried his face in your neck.
“Cross, that’s pretty vague.”
He huffed. “You know what I mean.”
“No. Come on, tell me.”
“Fine. You’re… how I realised ‘m bisexual.” He murmured almost hesitantly.
Your hand came up to stroke the back of his neck. “Yeah? I’m honoured.” You murmured, matching his quiet tone, and kissing his forehead.
“Really?”
“Mhmm. Tell me about it. Was it my sparkling eyes, my charming personality?” You teased, hoping to lighten his anxiety a little. He chuckled, melting against you.
“Somethin’ like that. You’re just so…” he pulled back, looking down at you. Crosshair was slightly taller, and if he wanted to he could rest his chin on your head.
“So what?”
“…you. It’s infuriating.”
“Was that a compliment?”
“Oh shut up.” He murmured, crashing his lips to yours.
His hand slid up to cup your face, almost adoringly. You’d imagined kissing him hundreds of times. Though, in your wildest dreams, he never kissed you so tenderly. There was an aching need in his actions, as if he couldn’t get close enough to you, and yet his hand trembled. He was nervous. You didn’t deepen the kiss, didn’t rush to make it passionate. You simply followed his lips with yours, your hands at his waist.
When you both pulled away, he leant his lips to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut. “Cross, that was…”
“Good, I hope.”
“Kriff, yeah. It was. I knew you’d kiss me someday.”
“What?” He glanced down at you, eyebrows raised. “How?”
You grinned cheekily and gently poked his side. “You’re not subtle, you know?”
Crosshair’s cheeks turned a faint pink, and he buried his face in your neck again. “‘M not that bad.”
“Cross, baby, you’re always staring at my lips.”
“You do it too.” He huffed.
You had to laugh at that. “Yeah, well, can you blame me? They’re nice to stare at.”
A gasp escaped you as he kissed your neck, up to your ear. “They’re pretty good to feel too. Wanna find out?” He murmured against the shell of your ear.
Words escaped you. The pair of you spent the afternoon making out in various places in your house. Crosshair’s comfort grew and grew, and by evening, you found yourself half dressed and purple-necked on your bed, Crosshair above you, his lips on your chest again.
Your hand moved to his head. “Baby, maybe we should slow down a bit? I don’t wanna rush too fast.”
“Maybe you’re right…” he kisses your rib and looked up at you, his chin on your chest. “Someday ‘m gonna fuck the light’s out of you though.”
Can you do GN!reader (or a character of your choice) breaking up with the batch 😇(specifically Crosshair xD)
I think I would prefers headcanon's but if you want to write a fic with Crosshair being broken up with I don't mind either xD
Now I shall wait patiently <3 (or not, I am not Crosshair)
Tbb x gn reader: breaking up with them
warnings: stalking, mentions of suicidal ideations, manipulation (that's mainly cross)
A/N: heheheh love this one it's so evil xd pls never do that to them
comments and reblogs are very appreciated!!
Hunter
Hunter notices that something is wrong way before you initiate the conversation. He can tell by the rapid beat of your heart that was usually like a calm lullaby for him and the nervous tapping of your fingers that has been driving him insane for the better half of the day.
Then you approach him with the words, "I want to break up."
Something inside him drops and Hunter doesn't make the following conversation easy for you. He is possessive and protective and unfortunately that has turned into some control issues and they are present even now.
He'll make you look him in the eyes and repeat the words, his eyes dark and jaw clenched tight as his gaze seems to bore into your soul.
"Are you sure? Really sure?" He'll ask again and again even though you have given him no signs that you were doubting your decision. Once he's convinced you meant it, he'll sigh and nod and let you leave.
But as days pass, you notice that's he's somehow still always around. You'll randomly walk into him in the market square when he's never been a fan of the overstimulating place. And in other places you frequent that he was never fond of, Hunter suddenly appears too.
It's almost worse than when you were a couple and he had a hard time to let you out of his sight but Hunter really just struggles to let you go. Maybe after a few confrontations it gets better but if you still live close by, you're not getting rid of him.
Tech
"I want to end our relationship. I'm breaking up with you, Tech."
Tech blinks behind his googles, tilting his head as his mind works through any mistake he had made that could have warranted such a reaction. "I see. And this decision is based on…?"
He wants a logical explanation. Data-points, reasons, explanations, anything that could help him solve this issues like any other problem he encounters. And you provide the reasons, one after another.
Tech counters each of them with one of his own points, offering solutions to each of them as if he had already been aware of the issues and has been thinking about them.
"I have already calculated that we are compatible in 93.8% of key relationship metric. If your concerns are my availability, I can adjust my schedule," he offers with a straightforward tone.
When you still deny, something in his face falters and he goes unusually quiet, almost as if he's a little empty. You were his comfort person and a steady part of his life, and with you gone… it's hard for him to adjust to this emptiness that you leave behind.
Tech nods and turns back to his datapad, trying to drown the thoughts about you in his work but unfortunately, there's so much data he gathered about you that he can't avoid that makes even his work hard to retreat to.
What he does instead is not exactly… healthy. And he knows it but he can't stop himself, not when his curiosity and his care for you takes over. At first he tells himself it's just making sure you're alright but he keeps looking up information about you; where you are, what you do, who you hang out with…
Tech basically starts stalking you because he just cannot look away and it's destroying him inside because he knows it's wrong.
Wrecker
"I want to break up with you."
Wrecker face goes through many emotions at your statement before he settles on a nervous laugh. "Ha! Good one. Almost had me there," he chuckles, thinking — hoping — that you were simply joking. But as you stay silent and stoic, his smile crumbles.
"Wait. No. No, no, no no. You… you can't be serious, right?" Wrecker's voice cracks and the voice that usually fills room now seems small and fragile. He'll try to fix it with a hug, a desperate attempt to fix it like he usually does but you step back and he freezes.
He'll ask why over and over again, eyes wet as he keeps muttering about mistakes he might have made and that he could make it better. "Did I do something? Was I too loud? Too much? People have told me that before. I— I can be quieter, I promise I—"
You cut his ramblings off and your own heart breaks as his sad face meets yours. You didn't want to hurt him but it just wasn't working out and you calmly tell him the reasons.
Wrecker won't argue. He'll listen and nod as he sniffs, trying to hold back a complete breakdown. "O—Okay. Yeah. If that's what you need. It's okay, I'll be alright."
He'll turn away, wanting to be alone and for you to not see him falling apart. Wrecker respects your decision and he keeps his distance from you but every time you see him, he'll wave at you with a tiny, sad smile on his face and a hopeful look in his eyes.
Crosshair
Don't do it. Please just don't. Never. For your own sanity.
At least think about it thrice before you enter a relationship with him because you should never break it off. But if you do find yourself in that situation, I wish you lots of luck, it's not gonna be pretty.
First, I think there's a difference if you break up with him during the clone wars era or the empire post Tantiss.
Clone Wars Crosshair
"I'm breaking up with you."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, the world seems to stop and the air freezes. Crosshair turns to glare at you, the toothpick snapping between his teeth.
"Say that again." His voice is cold, almost a command and not a suggestion. When you do, he laughs — a sharp, bitter sound that leaves you shrinking back.
"You're joking. You have to be. After everything…" Crosshair paces as he's muttering to himself, his hands twitching towards his rifle but he holds them still against his side.
Then he whirls around, eyes hard. When his mouth opens, insult after insult spills out, doing everything to pick at every little insecurity you have.
"So was this all just pity then? Did you feel bad for the defective clone, huh? Come on, tell me!" He raises his voice only slightly but at your terrified face, he crumbles slightly, loosing the steam in his rant.
"Please, just… Think about it. Don't— Don't do this. Don't destroy this," he'll start pleading, doing anything he knows to get you back but when you still refuse, he goes eerily quiet.
He doesn't stop you from leaving, even as his hands shake and he throws himself into more missions. There is no mercy he feels as more and more blood stains his hands but he doesn't care anymore, it's the only thing he can do to keep the thoughts about you at bay.
Post-Tantiss Crosshair
"We're done, Cross. I'm breaking up with you."
Crosshair nods as the words settle in the silence between you. He doesn't lash out since his experiences have dulled his edges but there's something behind his eyes that shatters.
"I see," he murmurs, turning his back to you. "You know, there was one good thing left in my life. And now you're taking that from me too," a bitter laugh escapes him. "Everyone else gave up on me. They abandoned me but I thought— I was foolish to think you were different. Stupid to think you were loyal and that I could trust you."
You open your mouth to say something, to defend yourself but Crosshair is faster as his voice turns hard. "You were the last thing I was holding on for. My life has no meaning without you by my side… I might leave for good."
The implication hangs between you heavily. You don't know if he's serious, you've heard of his attempts to sacrifice himself before and it fills your heart with fear. You're torn between making sure he'll be okay and protecting your own health.
"Please." The word is quiet as it leaves Crosshair's lips. Rare coming from him, but then the begging really starts. "Please, please don't leave me. I— I can't… not without you. Please."
He swallows but then shakes his head. "Forget it. I understand. Leave me alone."
You hesitate for a moment before turning and leaving him alone. Over the next weeks, Crosshair becomes even more withdrawn than he already was as he retreats into himself. He's hurt, and he doesn't want to trust anyone with his heart anymore.
Echo
"I want to break up with you. It's— It's just not working for me."
Echo's lips are pressed into a thin line once those words leave your mouth and his posture shifts slightly as tension settles in his shoulders. He takes the entire thing with a dignity that somehow makes it worse.
"I understand," his voice is tight but not angry. Just a little tired. There are no arguments and no bargaining coming from him, simply an acceptance of your words.
He asks once if you're sure, if that is what you want and if you agree, he'll nod. "Alright. Just…. I want you to be happy. If that's without me, that's—" a little hitch in his breath gives him away, "that's fine. I'll manage."
It isn't a big sign, but you can tell he is destroyed by the little signs you have learned to read after all your time together.
Echo will keep working and fighting for what's right, maybe even throw himself into more missions and stay absolutely reliable. But when the day turns into night, he'll catch himself sitting alone, looking at his hand and remembering what it was like to hold you.
It bubbles up even more when he has to take care of his prosthetics and there isn't someone around who can bring him the salve he forgot on the shelf again.
Despite all of that, Echo will never stop caring about you. You are an amazing person in his mind and deserve to be protected and he'll continue doing that quietly. He'll contact one of your friends to make sure you aren't alone but he'll never make you see his own pain.
If the situation ever arises where you need him, he'll be there in a heartbeat anyway, even if it's something silly like moving boxes into your new home. But that's just who Echo is, insanely respectful and putting his own suffering after the people he cares about.
Synopsis: in this Soulmate AU, everyone has a soulmate whom they can see in their dreams. When their soulmate dies, that connection is shattered, leaving their dreams empty. The incident at the Citadel didn’t just break Echo apart, it took him from his dreams with you. He could see you, but you could no longer see him. He runs, from the guilt, from the dreams of you crying. This fic is him finally facing it all.
Warnings: oops, this one’s a little long! I also wrote this as a x male reader, because… well there just aren’t enough male reader fics. There is use of Y/N, and a slight bit of angst. It’s mostly implied though- I mean come on, we all know what happened at the citadel. There’s bound to be some angst. It’s mostly hurt/comfort though. There’s also a mention of smoking but it’s brief.
Echo’s hand trembled on the wooden gate. He only had to take a few more steps. The last handful of years had wracked him with guilt, and it was washing over him in tides in this moment. Almost a reminder of the distance he’d put between them, the gate creaked slightly under the weight of his palm as he tentatively pushed it open. Just a few more steps…
Four weeks ago:
Smoke curled around Rex’ lips as he exhaled. He didn’t often smoke, but sometimes the odd cigarette came in as a clutch when he was on downtime. His back was to Echo, overlooking the ocean which the Batch’s house sat atop.
“Well, it’s better than Kamino.”
Echo huffed a laugh and leant on the brick wall next to Rex. “Yeah, it’s certainly something.”
“It’s a good place to settle down.”
The truth in Rex’ words struck a chord in Echo’s chest. Pabu was a good place to settle. Calm, private, and it was where his brothers had already found a home for themselves. Omega had already found a place for herself in her classes; Wrecker worked down at the docks; Crosshair, though brooding, would oftentimes stay home to meditate; Tech had found a life with his soulmate, Phee; and Hunter was finally able to breathe. Surely there was a place for Echo too? He knew where it was, but thinking of it felt so terrifying.
“Echo,” Rex’ voice came out softly, breaking Echo’s train of thoughts. He stubbed his cigarette out. “You should stay.”
Echo blinked. “What?”
“He’s waiting for you.“
“But you need me.”
Rex smiled at that. “Not as much as he does. Besides, I think you need him too, vod.” He smirked at that, gently elbowing Echo’s ribs, who blushed in response.
“Shut it… he doesn’t- I- Rex!”
Rex laughed, a rare sound of joy from the Commander that made Echo’s lips twitch up. “Sure… but you should stay anyway. You need the sun.”
The unsaid words were plain between them. Pabu would give Echo a space to heal, to find himself again. He wasn’t quite sure who he was anymore, not outside of the gun turrets and earthshaking explosions that war brought. And then there was Y/N, his sweet soulmate who believed he was dead. The memories of his cries rung out in his ears every time he laid down to sleep at night, a constant reminder of what he owed him.
They hadn’t met yet. Echo had never been too sure where Y/N was. The surroundings in his dreams were always too warm for Coruscant, or even Naboo. It certainly wasn’t a large city, though the surroundings itself seemed endlessly peaceful. When his dreams began, Echo would look for the familiar face of his soulmate at every beach he visited during his missions, but as the months passed and he became scrap metal, he stopped looking. Y/N deserved better. Echo wasn’t a full man anymore, how could he give him what he deserved? Yet, the human heart still beating in chest ached to find his soulmate. He knew now the surroundings in his dreams were that of Pabu. Y/N was here. Echo just had to find him.
He did as Rex suggested, settling down on Pabu with his family. Echo told himself he hadn’t been bullied into it, but the Batch had been seconds away from locking him in the house while Rex flew off. Omega in particular had guilt tripped him a bit, though she was grinning as she dragged him to his new bedroom and forced him to sit on the bed. It was softer than any bed he’d had before. That would take some getting used to, he’d refrained from grumbling as he took in the room. It was small, but that didn’t detract from it’s value. A window overlooked the garden- where Crosshair often worked- and he had a beautiful wooden wardrobe and desk. The walls were a faded blue, and he almost felt at one with the world for once. But Echo didn’t like being alone, so Wrecker had scooped together the credits to get Echo his own Lula. The former ARC trooper chuckled as he saw it on the bed, propped against the cushions.
“Cosy.” He’d said, to which Omega had squealed in delight and wrapped her arms around his waist.
From then on, he’d had to navigate living on land, with a house that had it’s own front door, a garden, and most of all, quiet. He didn’t enjoy quiet. All he heard in it were the cries of Y/N and himself, though his own felt distant and away from him now. So he’d taken to working with Tech through the days. They’d go along the beaches of Pabu and analyse the components in the landscape, Echo holding a data pad and logging the information Tech told him, and Tech on his knees, scooping sand into vials to take home and study. Even in the dark of the night, Echo would be awake at the kitchen table, rereading the notes he’d written and rifling through them for any mistakes. Anything was better than his nightmares.
Though this, of course, meant he wasn’t seeing Y/N as much anymore. With their soulmate bond being through dreams, it was the only way he could see him. Familiar guilt pawed at his spine again. Y/N couldn’t see him, not since the Citadel, and if Echo wasn’t sleeping anymore, the memory of their bond would become nothing more than a wisp. A distant echo. To counteract this, Echo finally hauled his ass into bed and shut his eyes to sleep. It didn’t come easy, even with the plushie in his arms. Eventually though, sleep came, and he saw your face again.
It was when morning came that he decided to take himself to you. The dream had revealed where your cottage was on the island, as if his own soul was nudging him to you. He supposed it was, in a way. Your cottage was on the other side of the island, which explained why neither of you had met each other yet. Pabu was a very big place, after all. Borrowing Wrecker’s speeder, Echo set off. By now, he had two hands and could hold the handles of the bike safely. Tech had made him the cybernetic one; an attachment for his scomp link, which Echo felt rather reluctant to part with.
Arriving at your cottage, Echo saw you through the kitchen window. It was midday by now, and he could see you preparing lunch. It was surreal, seeing you in person after seeing you in only his dreams for so many years. His hand felt the gate, hesitant to push it open, to show himself to you. Would you recognise him? He’d changed so much, and you thought he was dead. Would you be angry, scared, or worse? Would you be disappointed? He steeled himself and tentatively pushed the gate open, his feet following the stone path to your front door.
The doorbell sang a little tune. You’d clearly installed a fun mechanism to give the door a bit of whimsy. Echo smiled slightly at that, his nerves betraying him from smiling as widely as he wanted to. Before he could think about it anymore, the door swung open.
You were so beautiful.
“Um… hello? May I help you?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and his heart dropped. You didn’t recognise him.
Echo cleared his throat. “Y/N…” he stuttered slightly.
He could almost see the pin drop. Your eyes widened and instantly looked all over him. It was like you couldn’t decide what part to focus on first, the shock that he was alive, on your doorstep, overtaking you. Eventually you murmured his name, more a question than an invitation.
“Yeah, I uh… I’m here. I’m alive.”
Tears filled your eyes as you faced your soulmate, the one you’d mourned and missed for so many years. You stepped forward wordlessly, your arms wrapping around him. There would be many questions later, and certainly many more tears, but for now, you were simply thrilled to hold him. Echo felt the same, and his human fingers splayed out against your shoulder as he held you too. The questions could wait, you couldn’t. You’d done too much waiting. He pressed his face into your hair, inhaling your shampoo and silently promising never to leave you wondering where he’d gone again. He couldn’t do it to you, nor to himself.
hello!! i was wondering if you could do headcanons or a drabble (your choice!) with tech and a gn child/teen who has social anxiety that views him as a parental figure, which leads them to clinging to him very often? physically, emotionally, etc. (apologies if this isn’t detailed or descriptive enough!) of course, you don’t have to! i hope you have a good day/night :}
Tech and gn child/teen socially anxious reader: parental headcanons
Warnings: none
Tech honestly takes being seen a parental figure really seriously, though he doesn't really let on to that in any super obvious way. He just concludes rapidly that if you trust him enough to seek comfort from him then it's his responsibility to make sure he remains someone worthy of that trust. His care for you is very practical and a little protective
He picks up on your social anxiety fast even if it's not something you're generally open about. He'll notice if like crowds make you uncomfortable or that you don't like talking to people you don't know and as he realizes these things genuinely distress you, he starts finding ways to reassure you/make these situations easier for you to deal with
It takes him a little time to get used to you reaching for his sleeve/arm/hand in crowded places and he's initially just like really aware of it, but over time it becomes so normal to him that he starts slowing his pace automatically to match yours and holds out his hand for you to take without having to ask, making sure you don't get separated from him
Explains social situations before they happen because he knows uncertainty makes anxiety worse. Before meeting new people or entering unfamiliar places, he'll tell you who will be there, what will probably happen, how long it'll last, and reassure you that the plan can always change if you become uncomfortable. To him, information is reassuring, and he wants you to have a sense of preparedness
Makes little gifts for you that he thinks would be helpful like making things for you to fidget with
Physical affection isn't something that comes very naturally to Tech, but he adapts quickly if it's something you seek out a lot. Gets used to making room next to him for you sit with him, or if you ever need a hug he never lets go first and instead lets you pull away when you're ready
Genuinely does not mind when you're clingy. He's glad he's able to provide you comfort/security. As long as you're comfortable and he can still accomplish whatever task he's working on, he sees no reason to discourage it
If anyone ever teases you about being shy or being glued to Tech all the time he shuts it down immediately. Honestly gets kinda snarky about it and it's one of the main times his protectiveness shows
Emotional conversations/comfort aren't his strong suit and his first instinct when you're upset is usually to identify the cause and suggest practical solutions. While this isn't always what you need, he does genuinely try. If he realizes you just need someone to listen or validate your feelings he'll make a sincere effort to adjust his approach. Does get better with this over time
Praises you whenever you successfully handle something that would have terrified you before, just like acknowledging that you managed some interaction better than he'd previously observed and he's glad your confidence is improving
Really patient with you whenever you need reassurance. Always very calm and honest and never lets you feel bad for being clingy or needing him a lot
hi there!!!! hope you're having a good day.. your work is so cute and i wanted to know if you could write some romantic tbb hcs for a reader (gn is fine) who is on the shorter/more petite side? (ok personally i'm 4'11 but you can leave the reader's height up to your imagination) thank you sm if you do end up writing this, bye bye!!😚🫶
tbb x gn short!reader: general hc
warnings: none
Hunter
He doesn't really care about your height but he will pay attention to it and be really mindful of it, like reaching for something instinctively when you couldn't get to it.
Hunter just really doesn't make a big deal out of your height difference, especially since he knows what it's like to get teased about being shorter than the others by someone like Cross. If you are the one getting teased, he'll make sure to reassure you if the comments get to you.
But he does love that while everyone around him is taller and all, you are not because it means that you fit perfectly against him.
When he wraps his arms around you from behind for example, his chin can rest perfectly on top of your head and he finds it incredibly grounding and calming to breathe in the smell of your hair and just you.
His protective streak also kicks in with you, especially in very crowded areas, where others are more prone to push you and overlook you. His heightened senses help with it since he's always aware of where you are and he likes to keep a hand on your lower back. Hunter will glare at anyone who is not respectful of your space too.
Tech
Honestly, he does neither acknowledge nor really care about the fact that you're short. For him it's just a fact like any other about you, just like your eye colour or the way you eat your breakfast.
That is until you run into a problem where something is just very obviously not made for you, like reaching things on the Marauder that are too high up that might be vital in a mission.
So there really only is one solution in his mind, and it's for him to engineer his way around it and make something that will help you. He will think about integrating foldable stepping stools into the walls that make it easier for you to reach compartments. And Tech will also try to reorganize the ship in a way that places things you reach for often at a more comfortable height for you.
Also, the one time where he does actively acknowledge your stature is when there is a small space on the Marauder he cannot physically reach and he will ask you if you are willing to help him.
Wrecker
He absolutely loves your height for the simple reason that it is so easy for him to pick you up or to get things down for you. He loves helping others and your stature just lends itself perfectly for that.
Similarly to Hunter, he will also be protective of you in crowded spaces and keep a hand wrapped around your waist and very pointedly shove back when someone pushes you.
On the topic of picking you up, he loves doing it for no reason at all. Like, placing you on the counter so it's easier for him to reach down and place a kiss on your lips. Or putting you on his shoulder so it is easier for you to see something.
Sometimes he forgets his strength a little though and his hugs will be a little crushing at first until he adjusts but he is also always careful to never hurt you. His cuddles in general are really just the best with your height difference though, he can basically wrap himself completely around you and it's one of the safest you feel.
Crosshair
Teasing. So much teasing. He's already teasing Hunter for his height, he's about to tease you even more. Like, "Careful, the wind's gonna blow you away." Or, "didn't see you down there" after 'accidentally' bumping into you.
Also, be careful of your belongings. One moment of inattention and he's grabbing the thing from your hands and holding them out of your reach with that annoying smirk of his on his face that you get very close to wiping off. He really just loves your little pout when he does that and kissing it away once he decides he has enough.
Crosshair also loves teasing you in quiet ways, like pointedly leaning down to hear you better or something like that.
But if anyone else ever teases you? Nope. That's not acceptable. It is something that is reserved only for him and he knows that you're fine with his teasing and it's not meant in a mean way but with other people that is much harder to tell.
If someone says anything about your height, he will bump into them, glare at them and leave a scathing comment that will make them run and never bother you again.
Echo
Echo notices your height but much like the rest, he doesn't make a big deal out of it and will just instinctively adapt to it. He knows what it's like to have a body that the isn't really considered in the design for most things so if there are cabinets or compartments that are not reachable for you, he will help without a word.
He also loves loves the height difference even if he won't really admit it. Something about the act of leaning down to kiss you on the forehead is something that feels deeply intimate for him and your height lends itself perfectly for that. Similarly, he loves how you fit against him because it's so easy for him to wrap his arms around you.
Sometimes, a joke/teasing comment or two might slip out (he grew up with Fives, he picked some habits up) but it's never meant seriously and they are never really attacking in a way that a lot of other people's are.
Echo is also protective like the rest of the batch and keeps an eye out for you in crowds but he's not as overbearing as the others. He'll subtly make sure you have enough space around you and maybe glare but it really takes a lot for him to become physical and shove someone out of the way.
begging for echo comfort crumbs… i saw a sad tiktok about him and he’s just so fucking baby i wanna hold himmmmm
Maybe he had a nightmare or is just up in the pilot’s chair because he doesn’t want to sleep? i just wanna hold him and tell him everything is gonna be okay
😭😭😭
Ough yes. I love echo so much, he deserves all the bestest cuddles in the world 💕
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Reminder: requests are open. This is a clones x reader blog so ya’ll can do any clones, though I’m mostly familiar with The Bad Batch!
Request: I’m on my hands and knees begging for some soft crosshair!!! can be a fic or headcannons i love my nsfw stuff for him but UGHHH soft crosshair just hits my heart something different’ tags: @bloodmoon-bites @ladyazura19 @twistysboutique
Oh my god YES I love soft Crosshair!! I also love nsfw stuff (which I’m happy to write, if anyone wants a cheeky fic 😉). Thank you for the request 💕 I hope you enjoy reading it!
Warnings: none! Just fluff. Reader is gender neutral, no use of Y/N.
Crosshair who only lets you see him at his most vulnerable. You hold him through his nightmares, apply bacta patches when he’s injured- those tremors are bound to get him an accidental wound or two in the kitchen.
Sometimes, when he’s really upset, you help him through panic attacks. He cries, which he hates, but he likes that you don’t make a big fuss about his tears.
The two of you do breathing exercises together and eventually he holds your hand. It’s very grounding to him.
Crosshair who learns to laugh again because your jokes are just too funny. Even when no one else thinks they are, he thinks you’re hilarious simply because it’s you.
Yeah, he might be a bit stupidly in love. If anyone says that, they may be threatened. Be it on their heads.
Crosshair who’s never had a very safe childhood, and when you find out, you’re devastated. Wanting to make it up for him, you buy him a DS.
I think he’d be into racing games (much like how Tech would be. It’s a twin thing), shooting games- obviously, and puzzle games.
Crosshair is nothing short of a genius when it comes to maths, what with him calculating distances and angles for his shots within seconds.
So of course you’d buy him Brain Age, Tetris, and Professor Layton’s Curious Village. As well as Mario kart and Tomb Raider.
Crosshair who’s never dated before you, he’s never had the time. It’s always been one night stands.
He isn’t sure how to be a boyfriend at first, and eventually you realise he’s a bit nervous about the whole concept. So you decide to scrap labels until he’s ready.
Until then, you’re just the two of you, completely each others but label free. Crosshair will decide when he’s ready for that.
Bonus: aha! You thought I was just doing headcanons, huh? Well looksie here, I did both of your requests. Have a little drabble fic. 💕
The two of you were curled up in your garden swing. Moonlight shone overhead and you’d been sharing your knowledge of the stars with Crosshair. He had one leg perched over the swing, resting on the grass and rocking the bench rhythmically back and forth, whilst you laid between his legs. His other was wrapped around your thigh, and your hand had been resting on his knee for the past hour while the pair of you cuddled.
Crosshair broke your stream of rambling to murmur your name, pressing a kiss to the top of your head beneath his chin.
“Yeah baby?”
“I’m ready.”
“For what?”
He nuzzled his face into your head, as if seeking courage for what he was about to say. “‘M ready to be… us. Properly.”
Beaming, you looked up at him. “Really?”
“Mhm. Really.”
“So… my boyfriend now, huh?”
“Oh stop.” He murmured, smiling and tugging you back into his arms, trying to hide how pink his cheeks had become. Not that you could really see in the low night light anyway.
“You know, you being my boyfriend sounds pretty good.”
“Yeah,” he stroked his fingers over your shoulder, “it does.”
