Hunter's 5'11", Crosshair And Tech Are 6'4", Echo Is 6'1" And Wrecker Is 6'6"

dilf rebirth

Shy Tech

Tech x Reader

Just a short thing I had written down sometime last week. Wrote it down after a dream, wich is why it is so short and a little out of context. Nothing big. No Warnings. Just cute Tech being super nervous around reader.

Shy Tech

You had never been to Geonosis before. It was another desert planet, but this one was covered with red sand and rocks. It looked somehow even more inhospitable than Tatooine.

"Who would want to live here?" you asked to no one in particular as you waited outside the ship for Rex.

But of course, Tech took the opportunity to chat from his infinite store of knowledge.

"The Geonosians are a winged, insectoid species. Despite their insectoid origins, Geonosians have no skin armor, but smooth, thin skin. They have long arms with relatively small hands, crooked legs, and claws on their feet. Despite their gaunt frame, they are very strong. Geonosians are generally naked, except for a loincloth that sparsely covers their private parts. Upper body clothing is unnecessary for both men and women. Because they wear no clothing, they are more agile than most opponents and also use their clawed feet for defense. The Geonosian language consists of clicking and cracking sounds. They live in..."

"Oh my gaaaaawd, shut up, will ya?!" Wrecker interrupted Tech in his loud voice, "Nobody cares about that much information."

Tech was annoyed by this rude interruption, but he actually shut up and refocused on his datapad.

You rose from the box you were sitting on, walked through the red sand to Tech, and sat right next to him. He looked up from his datapad at you briefly, then focused back on the device in his hand.

"They live in...?" you asked him quietly.

Surprised, he blinked and looked back up into your face.

"Please don't encourage him," Wrecker muttered.

"Don't be so rude!" you fired back, silencing him in surprise.

Tech's ears went all red again, and to hide it, he hastily put on his helmet, despite the barely tolerable heat out here. It was interesting and amusing to see. Tech was the one who always kept a calm head in the most dangerous situations, but you always managed to shake him in some way.

Omega appeared at your side and gently tugged on your shirt to get your attention. Omega gestured for you to lean in with your ear to her, then whispered, "I think Tech likes you a lot."

You chuckled, at which point Tech shot a surprised and nervous look at the two of you. He couldn't hear what Omega was saying to you, but he was sure you were talking about him. He uneasily shifted his weight on the crate he and you were sitting on before finally standing up, pretending to be fully focused on the datapad again, and walking to the ship's ramp.

"I think we gave him the wrong impression," you sighed.

But you were distracted by an approaching small troop transport before you girls could discuss this topic further.

"Finally. Rex shows up," Hunter muttered.

As Rex came down the ramp, you were already running toward him, literally jumping on him.

Giggling, Rex wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off your feet for a moment. The other clones watched the scene in amazement. They knew you were friends with Rex, but they had no idea how close you actually were. If you had eyes in the back of your head, you would have seen the worried look on Tech's face. He was worried about how close you really were.

"Hey Firecracker," Rex greeted you teasingly, "How did you end up with these guys? I hope they're treating you well?"

You laughed as Rex eased you to your feet and back out of his embrace.

"They're all very gentle and decent to me," you replied.

"You'll tell me if that ever changes," he stated more or less jokingly.

"Yes, Captain," you replied playfully formal.

With a hand between your shoulders, he led you back to the rest of the crew.

With the supplies stowed on the Havoc Maurauder and everything else ready to go, Rex, Hunter, and Omega headed out to get more supplies before leaving for Ryloth, while Echo, Wrecker Tech, and you stayed behind with the small troop carrier.

You went in first and looked around. There were no cabins, just a few bunks facing each other. So there would be no privacy at all. You suppressed a sigh, you knew it wouldn't be long, two days at most, before everything would be back to normal and the Havoc Maurauder was back.

Tech came in behind you and looked around as well, though you were sure he already knew what it was like inside. You continued to look around, ignoring for the moment that Tech was following you.

Finally you turned and looked at him when he eventually asked you, "How did you and Rex...? Become friends?"

Oh, that's going through his mind now....

"Back on Ord Mantell, in a bar. A guy couldn't take no for an answer and got physical. Rex was in the bar, he was watching the situation and finally intervened when it got out of hand. He saved me that night. Since then, we kept meeting at Cid's place. I went on a few missions with him and.... we saved each other's lives on those missions from time to time. Well, honestly, he saved me more times than I saved him."

Tech scratched the back of his head and thought for a moment before asking, "How close are you, anyway? Just... Friends? It looked like you guys were really close friends."

He was still wearing his helmet, you noted. Probably to hide himself. He didn't want you to read his face, but you didn't have to, because his voice and posture gave away enough to tell you he was nervous again.

"Well, I think when you save each other repeatedly, it creates a certain bond. But why? What are you implying?"

"Nothing! I just ... it looked like ..."

"It almost looked like you were having a romantic relationship," Echo, who had snuck up behind Tech, interrupted him impatiently.

Tech flinched in surprise, and you were sure he was all red under his helmet.

You giggled, "Rex and I, a romantic relationship with each other? No, that's really not the case and never has been. But I think he is probably my closest friend, there is no one I trust as much as him."

Echo smiled kindly and tapped Tech on the shoulder, "Maybe over time we can change that and you can add a few more people to your list that you can trust unconditionally."

You smiled at him and said frankly, "I'd love to. So far, you're well on your way to making it onto that list."

When Echo left the ship for a moment, you acted on an impulse that had long tickled you. You reached for Tech's helmet and pulled it off his head.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked indignantly.

When you kissed him on the mouth, gently pressing your lips to his, he fell abruptly silent and the blush shot back up his face.

When you broke away from his lips, he looked at you with wide eyes behind his goggles.

"More?" you asked simply.

He nodded silently, cheeks still flushed.

Echo walked in, "Hey guys look what I-ooookay, I'll- um come back later".

might as well

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

Hunter's canonically 5'11" and Crosshair and Tech are 6'4"... Also Wrecker is 6'6"

Hunter: I hate you with every inch of my body

Crosshair: …not many inches…

Crosshair when Y/N isnt giving him attention

Can we please normalise tagging posts as character x M! Reader or character x F! Reader. Same with GN! Reader fics because I'm non binary and I can't find any good fics that I can try imagine aren't fem. No hate to people who write for a fem reader but please tag your shit accordingly

Fully headcanon Crosshair to be a David Bowie listener. Idk what it is there's just something about his music that makes me think of @superiorsniper

What your favourite Bad Batcher says about you!

Not to be taken seriously, just a few traits I’ve picked up in people, based on who their favourite Bad Batcher is. Gender-neutral!

Hunter - You are a fan of one of these things, if not both: rough and rugged men who come across as dominant, but are actually submissive, OR sad little wet dogs. You know those ’sponsor an animal today!’ adverts, and they show you all the animals with their sad lil’ eyes gawking at the camera? Yeah, that’s Hunter. You probably have a comfort item of some kind - a teddy, blankey, pillow, etc - and heaven forbid you ever wash that thing. They’re fragile, okay?! Holding hands is one of your favourite forms of affection, along with head massages, and words of affirmation. You big, sappy baby.

Tech - Nerrrrd. No seriously, you’ve got to be a geek of some sort. That, or you’re the total opposite to him. A goth, perhaps? Maybe you like Tech because he reminds you of your dorky high school days when you were bullied for your basic interests. On a brighter note, Tech fans are always sweet and kind, straightforward, possibly a little… autistic. You probably own a fidget item of some kind, and you love ‘floor time.’ Oh, and one of your favourite things on a man are their thighs - perfect cushions!

Wrecker - You’re 100% an angel, alright?! I’ve never met a Wrecker fan who isn’t the sweetest soul to ever grace this earth. You’re probably not into the gym - if anything, you prefer food, and you’re more than happy with your size and figure. You always have that one jacket that you wear, despite having a wardrobe full of others. Bright colours are your favourite because they’re positive, and who doesn’t want to be surrounded by bright and happy colours? You probably also own that Lula plush too, or you’ve made your own. Crafty lil’ nerd.

Echo - Either you drink wine, or gin. Or you don’t drink at all. There’s no middle ground here. You definitely sleep in a bed full of blankets and pillows, only to push them off during the night because you’re too damn hot! Cuddles are a very comforting thing to you, and one of your favourite forms of love language. You’re either incredible at maths, or shit. Overall, you’re soft and tender, but damn, you can bark when you really want to, and Maker forbid that anybody ever feels your bite!!

Crosshair - Okay, but… you don’t have daddy issues, that’s the thing. Everybody assumes that because you’re a little edgy, when in reality, your trauma stimulates from elsewhere. Childhood bullying, perhaps? You know how everybody is either a black cat, or a golden retriever? Yeah, you’re a black cat, but that doesn’t mean you prefer solitude. You don’t let just anyone into your circle - trust is a big thing, and it takes a long time to build up with you. However, when someone gets through, they find out that you’re just a big sappy baby. A big sappy baby who prefers to be the little spoon.

I don’t know if this a dumb question, but if you could recast Silco’s VA, would you have anyone in mind?

Matt Berry. The answer is always Matt Berry.

Hey I was wondering if you could write a crosshair x reader where they have a lazy morning maybe with batcher too.

Lazy Morning

Summary: You decide to sleep in on your day off. It leads to a very relaxing day with the love of your life.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1087

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I started writing this ages ago and then put it on pause, before continuing it today and I have no idea where I was originally going with the story, so I'm sorry if the vibes changes midstory. The only problem now is that I want to lounge by the pool. Alas, there is no pool.

It’s early, though not so early that the sun isn’t high in the sky, and you groan in annoyance when the bright morning sun hits your face, waking you from your very nice sleep.

Wait.

You’re fairly certain that you shut the curtain before you fell asleep last night.

You crack open a singular eye just as something large and heavy lands on the bed, and then you yelp as the solid mass of muscle flops next to you. “Batcher-?”

The lurca hound releases a happy little noise and buries her head under your pillows and blankets. 

You groan and roll onto your back, flinging your arm over your eyes, “Crosshair? Why is your dog in my bed?”

“I’m fairly certain it’s our bed, angel.” Crosshair replies from somewhere on the other side of the room, near the door. He’s probably the one who opened the curtain too.

“You don’t live here, leech.” You counter without any heat in your voice.

“Rude, and I went through all of the trouble of making caf and breakfast for you. But, since you aren’t interested-”

“I hate you. What did you make?” You ask as you slowly sit up and squint at the man leaning against the door frame, “And how’d you get in anyway?”

“I made a quiche-” You shoot him a look, and he rolls his eyes, “Believe it or not, I am capable of following instructions from a recipe.”

“Yeah, but normally people start with, like, pancakes. They don’t tend to jump to quiches.” You reply as you swing your legs off the bed and stretch your arms over your head, “And you didn’t answer how you got in the house.”

“I picked the lock.”

“Cross!”

“Hey, you don’t want me to pick the lock, then give me a key.”

“Ugh, I haven’t had a copy made yet. I’m working on it.” You pad over to him, yawning widely, and then you thump your head against his chest, “Why’re you and Batcher over here anyway.”

“My brothers are annoying.” Crosshair replies as he sets his hand between your shoulder blades, “I needed some quiet.”

“Mm,” You slide your arms around his waist, “And you decided to make breakfast for me while enjoying the quiet?”

You feel him shrug, “You deserve to be spoiled. Maybe.” He says, his hand sliding up to rest lightly at the back of your neck. 

“Maybe?” You ask with a laugh.

“I do have a reputation, kitten.”

“Yeah, yeah. I remember.” You rub your nose against his chest, allowing the sharp scent of Crosshair to fill your lungs, and then you pull back slightly, “Thank you for making breakfast, I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” He lightly rubs the back of your neck with his thumb, a small, slightly crooked, smile on his lips. “It still needs to cook for a bit, so you have time enough to shower and wake up.”

You hum thoughtfully, “Yeah, I might do that.” You lean in to brush your lips against his jaw, only to giggle as he ducks his head to kiss you properly. You lightly trail your fingers against his jawline, “Good morning, Crosshair.”

“Mm, it is a good morning now,” He murmurs, before he drops one more kiss against your lips, “Go take your shower, I’m going back to the kitchen. Batcher, off!” The dog whines but jumps off your bed, dragging your comforter with her.

You sigh, and Crosshair chuckles, “I’ll handle it, kitten. I’m planning on spending the day lounging by your pool, so maybe grab a swimsuit.”

“You just want to watch me parade around for you in a bikini.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You huff, though there’s no heat, and you lightly kiss him one more time before you meander over to your dresser to dig out your swimsuit, “Why do you want to use the pool when we live on an island?”

“Uh, there are people at the beach, and there aren’t people here. Besides, you’re the one who owns a pool in spite of living on a tropical island.”

You scowl at him as you pull out your bathing suit, “I didn’t build the pool, the house came with it.”

“You still bought it.”

“Inherited it.”

“Same difference.” He walks over to you and tugs your bikini out of your hands, before pulling a different one out of your dresser, “Wear this one.”

“...this is white.”

“I know what I’m about, kitten.”

“You’re such a man sometimes,” You take the bikini though and turn towards the bathroom, “I’ll be down shortly.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Fifteen minutes later, you step into the kitchen, clad in the white bikini and a sarong hung low around your hips. Crosshair offers you an appreciative whistle, before he tosses a ball out the back door for Batcher to chase.

“Prettier than a sunset,” He praises, a small smirk on his lips.

“Only because I’m wearing this thing,” You counter as you walk over to him and lightly pluck his toothpick out of his mouth.

“You could take it off, I won’t complain.” He drawls with an appreciative drag of his eyes down your body.

You point at him with his toothpick, “Pervert.”

“Guilty as charged.” He pushes your hand away and stands so he’s able to catch your lips in a kiss, “I opened the umbrella and put your breakfast on the table outside already. I also put out towels for us, as well as the sunblock.”

“Well, you have everything in hand, don’t you?”

“All that’s left to finish the perfect morning, is you sprawled out in the sun.” Crosshair replies.

You laugh softly, “Well then, who am I to deny you?” His arms snake around your waist and he tugs at the knot holding the sarong in place.

“You’re not going to need this, kitten. It’ll just get dirty.”

“And I’m sure it has nothing to do with wanting to see my legs.”

“Of course not.”

“Uh-huh.” You slide your hands up his chest and then wrap your arms around his neck, “It’s a good thing that I actually like your attention.”

“Oh, how much do you like my attention?” Crosshair asks as he bumps his forehead against yours.

“Enough that I’m considering inviting you to spend the night.”

He chuckles, “Well then, I’d better behave so you don’t change your mind.”

And you laugh one more time, before you pull him down into a kiss, leaning your weight against him. He’s right about one thing, this is definitely the perfect morning.