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I would love to see Wrecker with Topaz in the winter! Warm soup, cozy fireside snuggles, and just sheer cuteness! 💕
Silent Night
Summary: After Wrecker and the Batch’s Medic are stranded in the middle of a winter wonderland, Wrecker decides to make the best of it.
Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Word Count: 725
Warnings: None
Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: This one fought me at every turn. I knew what I wanted it to say, but I'm not sure I managed to make it as soft and sweet as I wanted. Oh well, Happy reading!
“You know, you’re pretty good at this, Doc.” Wrecker says with a grin as his gaze drifts from the fish he’s cleaning, to where the team medic is crouching next to a roaring fire.
The light from the orange flames gives her an almost ethereal look, and Wrecker has a look away before he gets too distracted. “Well,” She admits as she clears a space of snow, as best as she can, and pulls the tent out of his kit, “Mom and dad divorced when I was a kid. And while mom had a nice house, dad wasn’t so lucky. So his weekends were usually spent camping.”
“So you could probably clean this fish then?” Wrecker asks, as he glances at her curiously.
She smiles sheepishly, “Well, dad did show me how, but you’re doing a wonderful job.”
He grins at her, and sets his knife to the side, “Well, as it happens, I’m done anyway. You have everything set up?”
“Yep. Just toss everything in the pot.”
Wrecker does as she instructs, and watches as she adds a few packets of seasoning, as well as some dehydrated vegetables, “I’m guessing your dad had you doing most of the cooking?”
“Yeah. Well, he wasn’t very good at cooking, really. So it was either learn to cook, or me and my siblings were going to end up with tapeworms or something.” Wrecker sits on the flat rock that she found…somewhere…and starts cleaning his knife.
“You know, you don’t talk about your family often.”
She glances at him, “Well, there’s not really much to say, is there?” She drops the contents of a second package into the pot, and then sits next to Wrecker, “My family is just average.”
“I’m not sure what an average family is,” Wrecker points out, “Though I bet Tech could tell me.”
She laughs, “Right, right. Well, there’s mom. She was a housewife up until she and dad got divorced, and then she got a job at the local elementary school getting me and my siblings free tuition. Dad was a firefighter who had a gambling issue. And then there’s the kids, my other brother, me, and our younger sister.”
“Well, you’re a doctor. What do your siblings do?”
“My brother is a chef at some big name restaurant on Coruscant. My sister is trying to become an actress, though she’s only really starred in commercials.” She shrugs, “Like I said, normal. Your family is so much more interesting.”
He laughs, “That’s one word for them.” Wrecker finishes cleaning his knife and stashes it away, “Are you comfortable?”
“Hm?”
“It’s kind of cold.” Wrecker points out.
“Oh, I’m alright. The fire is helping, and Hunter insisted I wear cold weather gear for this mission.” She hesitates, “Do…do you think-?”
“I’m sure they’re fine. Tech is there, after all.” Wrecker drapes an arm over her shoulder and tugs her against his side, “We’re the ones who have to camp outside in the snow.”
She smiles shyly, “I’m not worried.”
“No?”
“I have you here, don’t I?” She asked with a small, almost flirty, smile.
Wrecker’s heart flips nervously, “I…uh…”
She tilts her head, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Nah, Doc. I’m just…I’m not Hunter or Crosshair, I’m not used to flirting.” Wrecker admits.
“I’ll stop, if you want.”
“Well now, I didn’t say that.”
She laughs, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, “I like you, Wrecker. You’re fun and you make me laugh and you make me feel safe. I’d like to go on a proper date with you, if I can.”
Wrecker blinks at her, “You…you do?”
“Yeah, if it’s alright.”
“We don’t really…there isn’t much time for proper dating-” Wrecker stammers, “And I don’t get paid-”
“I do get paid, and, well, it doesn’t have to be a big thing, Wrecker. I just want to spend time with you.”
“Well, in that case, can’t this be considered a date?” Wrecker points out.
She looks startled for a moment, and then she beams at him, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” She lifts to her knees slightly and presses a light kiss against his cheek, before she settles next to him again.
Wrecker presses his hand against his burning cheek, a wide grin that he isn’t even trying to stifle.
Being stranded here isn’t as bad as it could be.
#star wars#tbb#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb wrecker x reader#wrecker x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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hi hi! for your follower event, can i request hunter with peridot or topaz? either one, you can pick! maybe something fluffy on pabu or the marauder?
This Love
Summary: There’s not a lot of space on the Marauder and most of the time Hunter bemoans that fact. Sometimes, however, he loves how little space there is.
Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader
Word Count: 785
Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love
Warnings: Uh...suggestive at the end.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @clonethirstingisreal (tagging you because Hunter took over this story and I think you'll like it)
A/N: So this was supposed to be soft and sweet, and it still is. But someone added some chili powder to the sugar giving it a little kick at the end. Sorry.
The Marauder is a small ship.
Originally designed to carry four men, it now carries five men, one woman, one child, and a dog.
And while Hunter would be the first person to say that he’s thrilled to have his family around him, sometimes the lack of privacy is…annoying. It means that he doesn’t actually ever get any alone time with her, his cyare.
Well, sort of. The lack of space means that he gets to share a bed with his cyare every night. Simply because there’s nowhere else for her to sleep. And while she probably could have shared Omega’s bunk, Hunter is more than happy to be able to sleep with her pressed against his side.
Even better, she put her foot down and made little curtains to give all of the bunks some privacy.
Originally it was just for Omega, but then Crosshair wanted one. And then Echo.
And in the end, she plopped herself on a crate in the cargo bay and sewed enough curtains for everyone to have one. And then she bullied Tech into adding curtain rods to everyone’s bunk.
It’s the closest thing to ‘“privacy” that they’ve ever had.
Taking her with them on the Marauder was probably the smartest thing they’ve ever done. Even if she does have more enemies than a woman her age should.
Hunter’s gaze drifts from the ceiling of his bunk, to the woman nestled against his side. They’ve long since worked out that Hunter sleeps better when her back is against the wall and he’s able to act as her shield, even while in the safety of the Marauder.
She stirs, as though she can feel his eyes on her, and blinks sleepy eyes at him. It’s really too early to be awake, for either of them, but Hunter just smiles at her and reaches over to brush some hair out of her face.
“Morning,” He murmurs as he allows the pads of his fingers to drag lightly down her cheek.
“Mmmorning,” She shifts so that her head is resting on his shoulder and she rubs her nose against his neck, “What time is it?”
“Early.” He replies as he lightly shifts so that he’s laying on his side and facing her, smiling apologetically as her head falls back to their shared pillow, “You can go back to sleep.” He lightly trails his fingers down her bare arm, a small smile pulling his lips up as she shivers under his touch.
“With you looking at me like that?” She asks, her voice hushed.
Hunter chuckles and shifts one more time, until he’s half laying over her, “I’m not looking at you in any specific way.” He murmurs as he presses his forehead against hers.
“Are you sure?” She teases, the exhaustion slowly leaving her gaze as Hunter allows his fingers to trail over her body.
“This is how I always look at you.” He confirms.
Her arms come up to circle his neck, and a light tug encourages him to press his chest against hers, pinning her to bed beneath him, a pretty smile crosses her lips, “Good morning, Hunter.” She whispers.
Hunter chuckles and lightly presses his lips against her jaw, before dragging them, slowly, to rest under her ear, “It is a good morning,” He agrees, “You know, I’ve been toying with letting you get enough money to buy a bigger ship. But I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t share a bed with you.”
“Who says that we’d have to stop sharing,” She murmurs, her head tilting slightly to allow him more access to her neck, “Between me an’ Tech, we could get enough money to get a ship with private rooms-”
“Tempting,” Hunter lavishes the spot under her ear with lingering kisses and nibbles for long enough that she releases a heavy breath, and then he moves to press his lips against hers, “I’ll talk to him about it.” He nips her lower lip, “Last thing you need, cyar’ika, is another cartel after your head.”
“I’m not worried, you’ll protect me.” Her fingers tangle in his hair and she tugs lightly, though even that light tug was enough to knock the breath from his lugs.
“Kriff, you can’t do that cyar’ika,” Hunter rasps, “My vod’e are on the other side of the curtain.”
Her lips curl up into a teasing smile, “Well then, you’d better be quiet. Hm?”
He groans quietly. “Ka’ra, I love you.”
Her smile widens, and she lightly kisses his jaw, “I love you too. And, when I’m done this morning, you’re not going to remember any basic.”
And Hunter grins as excitement heats his blood.
Stars, he really is a lucky asshole.
#star wars#tbb#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb hunter x reader#hunter x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Helping out the anon:
Hi!!! I saw your requests were open, so how about doing Hunter with Garnet and maybe in a dangerous situation??? Just a lil idea if ya have the time! Thanks 😁
I'll Protect You
Summary: When Hunter gets hurt on a mission, you realize that you have to step up to protect him for the first time.
Pairing: TBB Hunter x Reader
Word Count: 602
Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
It’s the curse that warns you that the situation you’re in is more dangerous than you originally thought.
“Hunter?” You turn frightened eyes towards the man leaning against the wall. He’s hurt, he got hurt while protecting you, and you’ve never felt more guilty in your life.
“Stormtroopers,” He says as he turns his gaze to you. His dark eyes scan your face, and then a small smile lifts his lips, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
You take half a step towards him, “Hunter, you’re hurt. How do you expect-?”
“You can go out the back, follow the back roads back to the Marauder.” Hunter interrupts, “It’ll be faster if you go by yourself.”
“...you expect me to leave you?” You ask blankly.
“You have to survive.” Hunter counters, “Any other possibility is unacceptable.”
“You sound like Tech.”
He huffs out a laugh, “No need to be insulting.” He glances out the window again, and grimaces, “They’re searching all of the buildings. You need to go.”
“Absolutely not.”
Hunter sighs heavily, “I am giving you a direct order-”
“And your order is being ignored. Denied. Not going to happen. And if you think, for a moment, that I’m going to leave you here to die-!” Your hands are shaking, and the only reason you haven’t raised your voice is because there are stormtroopers outside and because the last thing you want to do is hurt Hunter.
He leans his head back against the wall, and releases a heavy sigh, “Have you always been so stubborn?”
“Yes!” You lightly wrap your hand around his forearm, “For once, just once, let me protect you Hunter.”
He closes his eyes, and sighs again, “Alright. What do you have in mind?”
Your gaze darts around the warehouse you’re hiding in, “Um…how do you feel about hiding in a shipping container.” You ask, “They look big enough to hide two people.”
Hunter stares at you for a moment, and then he slowly nods, “Alright. Help me.” You help him over to an empty crate and carefully help him in, before you climb in after him, pulling the lid over the pair of you just as the door to the warehouse bursts in.
He presses his hand over your mouth and you wrap your fingers around his wrist as you listen to heavy footsteps stomp around. They stop moving next to the crate the pair of you are hiding in, and you feel, more than see, Hunter grip the hilt of his knife.
For one, terrifying, moment you think that the Stormtroopers are going to find you, and then there’s the sound of them leaving, and a door slamming shut.
Slowly Hunter pulls his hand from your mouth, “They’re gone.” He murmurs.
You reach up and push the lid off the crate, catching it before it hits the ground, “We can probably get back to the ship now-” You say as you turn to look at Hunter.
And then you start as his lips land against yours, his hand sliding to rest, firmly on the back of your neck, “I love you. If you ever try to protect me like that again, I’ll make you join me and the others on our morning run.”
You blink at him, startled.
“Come on, let’s get back to the ship.”
“...can we backtrack to you loving me?”
“Not here,” Hunter climbs out of the crate and takes your hand, leading you to the back door, “But, yeah. Later.”
And then he pushes the door to the back of the warehouse open, and leads you into the throng of people milling around.
#star wars#tbb#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb hunter x reader#hunter x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Hi ! First, congrats on 500 followers, you deserve it !!!
Can I get an aquamarine (healing love) with Crosshair, please ? Something that takes place on he's back with his brothers and they're on Pabu and meets someone and gets into a relationship with her (fem!reader if possible)
Thank you so much and have a good/day night !
Not Broken
Summary: You’re not a doctor or a medic or a healer of any sort. There’s no medical wisdom or magic pill that you can offer Crosshair to help him heal. And yet, he spends almost all of his time with you anyway. And you start to think, maybe you can help him anyway.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Word Count: 773
Prompt: Aquamarine - Healing Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Hihi! And thank you! I hope this is close to what you wanted. Crosshair is a favorite of mine, so I hope I did him justice for you!
“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” Crosshair’s voice is clipped as he lowers himself to sit next to you on the stone wall where you’re watching the sun set against the ocean.
“Because~” You drag the word out playfully, “Shoes are for losers.” You thump your bare feet against the wall, carefully as to now hurt yourself.
He bumps your shoulder with his own, “So, I’m a loser then?”
You shoot him an innocent look, “Well, I don’t make the rules, Cross-”
He flashes a small smirk before he places his hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you off the wall, and you release an indignant noise as you land light on your feet in the soft sand.
“Rude.”
His smirk widens, “Well, I don’t make the rules-” He repeats your words back at you, and you make a face before you climb back up the wall to sit next to him.
“Still rude.” You settle back next to him and lean against him, a comfortable silence falling between you.
His weight is solid against your side as you watch the sun creep below the horizon, and, the lower the sun sinks, the more tension drains from his body.
“So,” You say lightly, “I haven’t seen you all day.”
Tellingly, he doesn’t tense up at your words, and you marvel at the amount of trust he shows you. He also, rather tellingly, doesn’t say anything.
So you lean over slightly, so that you’re looking him in the eyes, “Hot date?”
He snorts out a laugh, “As if anyone has the patience for me other than you.” Crosshair glances at you, amusement in his gaze, “Besides, I thought we were dating.”
“Yes, but I don’t have a jealous bone in my body. Because I’m a superior person.” You say with an easy grin.
There’s a glimmer of affection in his gaze, “Yeah, you are.”
You preen under his gaze, and lean your head on his shoulder, “So glad you agree.” You lightly take his hand between both of yours, “So, if it wasn’t a hot date-”
He sighs, “I had a visit with the Doctor.”
You hum and tighten your hands around his, but you don’t say anything. He’ll tell you when he’s good and ready and not a moment sooner.
The sun creeps lower over the horizon and stars dot the sky like fireflies. It’s pretty. Your favorite time of day.
“Apparently,” Crosshair says, once the sun has set enough that you can’t see his face clearly, “I’m broken.”
You sit straight up from where you’ve been leaning against him, offense writ clearly on your face, “Did he say that!”
Crosshair pulls his hand from your hands and lightly guides your head back to his shoulder, “Not in so many words, no.” He finally admits, “No need to go in guns blazing, Princess.”
You scowl, “So those are your words then?”
“...yeah.”
You fall silent for a moment, his words rolling around your mind for a long few minutes, before you shift and move to straddle his lap, your hands coming up to cup his face.
Your fingers, so much smaller and softer than his own, brush against the scar on the side of his head, and there’s a glimmer of surprise on his thin face.
“Princess?”
“You listen to me, and you listen well.” You say, your voice soft but stern, “You are not broken. You are a person, not a vase.” You trace his face with gentle fingers, “And even if you were a vase, even the most broken of vases can be repaired.”
His gaze locks with yours, and he seems speechless. Which, valid, it’s not your nature to be so forceful, after all.
“I know you might not believe me. So I can believe enough for both of us, until you’re ready to believe on your own.”
He stares at you, for long enough that your face begins to heat with embarrassment, and then his hands come up to press against yours, “You might be better for my healing than any doctor or medicine in the galaxy.” He admits, his voice quiet.
Your lips twitch up into a small smile.
It’s not a traditional love confession. But, for Crosshair, what he said is just as meaningful, if not moreso.
You lean in and press a light kiss against the bridge of his nose, and then a quick kiss against his lips, “Would you like to go and get some greasy fast food for dinner? There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. I’d like to watch it with you.”
And Crosshair releases the softest of sighs, “I’d like that.”
#star wars#tbb#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb crosshair x reader#crosshair x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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I'm back because I need more, lol. You can totally keep them on the short side. It makes it easier for me to read while at work 😂
Okay, so let's choose something a little different... How about Wolffe, garnet, and winter?
Once again, take it wherever you want. You know me best 😘 It'll be fabulous as usual.
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
@the-bad-batch-baroness
No Power
Summary: A sudden winter storm leaves Wolffe trapped in your apartment with you. Luckily, there are worse people to spend your free time with.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader
Word Count: 554
Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I don't think this really feels protective, but, at the same time, it kind of does? Wolffe just gives off protective vibes.
You pull your knees up onto the couch as you watch Wolffe talk on his comm. You can’t hear what he’s saying, the conversation isn’t for you after all, but you can hazard a guess.
This blizzard came out of nowhere, after all. There’s no way that Wolffe is going to be able to get back to the barracks tonight. Or tomorrow, based on what the news is saying.
Coruscant just isn’t made for inclement weather.
Your gaze drifts to the window, and at the snow falling from the sky. It looks peaceful, but you’re pretty sure that it’s nothing more than a facade.
There’s the sound of a call being disconnected, and you turn your attention back to Wolffe, “Everything okay?”
He glances at you, warmth crossing his face, “Yeah. I was given the order to shelter in place, for the time being.”
“Understandable.”
“I’m not complaining, there are far worse places that I could have to shelter in place at.” Wolffe crosses the room and settles on the couch next to you, and you immediately curl into his side. “Sinker, Boost, and Comet are all sheltering in place at their partners' homes too.”
“I didn’t know that they were dating?”
“Yeah, neither did I.” He presses a light kiss to your temple, “It’s fine. I’ll deal with it later.” His lips trail down the side of your face until they’re hovering just over yours, “Sorry for putting you out, angel.”
“Oh no, I have to spend extra time with the love of my life, whatever will I doooo~?” You tease, giggling as he peppers light kisses all over your face.
“Brat,” His voice is affectionate, “I suppose you’ll just have to share your bed.”
“Oh no~”
“And your shower.”
“The horror~”
“And the kitchen,”
You dramatically drape yourself across Wolffe, “Not the kitchen~”
A squeak falls from you as he tugs you, properly, onto his lap and catches your lips in a proper kiss, “Not to worry, cyare. I’ll find some way to pay you back.”
“Ho?”
“I’ll protect you from your neighbors, when they get annoyed at how loud you’re going to be.” Wolffe offers with a sly grin.
You tilt your head, “Why would I be loud?”
His sly smile becomes a cocky smirk, and your face heats. You grab a decorative pillow and smack him with it, “You. You’re such a…a man!”
“You’ve never complained before.” Wolffe replies with a grin.
You open your mouth to say something, only to pause when the lights flicker, and then turn off. “...ah.”
Wolffe sighs, and his arms tighten around you. “I assume that the building has a generator?”
“For heat only.”
“Good enough for me. Let’s dig out your candles and some blankets, and we can make a romantic night of it.”
You smile at him adoringly, “I love you.”
Wolffe drops a kiss to your forehead, and then your lips, “I know. I love you too.”
And then he prods you to your feet and effortlessly navigates the apartment in the dark to find all of the blankets and candles that he needs to make this a romantic night.
And you watch him in adoration for a few moments, before you also get to your feet to go and find your battery powered camp stove. You’re going to need it.
#star wars#tcw#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#commander wolffe x reader#wolffe x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Hey!! I'm new to your blog, but congratulations on hitting 500 followers!! I'd like to participate in the celebration (the post was so aesthetically pleasing, btw) with the following: a diamond with Crosshair in the autumn. Could it be possible to include a female reader who really likes cardigans and going on walks in the autumn and just loves the overall coziness of the season? Can't wait to see what you write! And congrats again!
Sugar And Spice
Summary: Crosshair loves you, even if the words are hard for him, and you love him.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Word Count: 507
Prompt: Diamond - Everlasting Love
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: So this might not be exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway. This feels very soft and loving to me.
The temperature is starting to drop. It won’t be long now before there’s snow covering the ground and you have to give up your cozy fall wear for the confining winter wear.
But that’s a problem for later.
You toss a wide grin over your shoulder at the grumpy man trailing slightly behind you. “Cross~” You chirp, “Why are you lagging?”
Dark eyes flicker across your face, and a small smirk pulls his lips up, “I’m admiring.”
You tilt your head to the side, questionably, and his smirk widens. And then a flush crosses your face and you fling a handful of leaves at his face, “You’re awful.”
“You’re the one who decided to wear leggings, kitten.”
You huff, and bounce to his side to wrap your arms around one of his, “Then I suppose I’d better just walk next to you.”
Crosshair carefully shakes you off of him, and takes your hand with his, threading his fingers with yours, “You’re so sweet, kitten.” He murmurs as he brings your joined hands to his lips and presses light kisses to the pads of your fingers.
You stare at him, slightly dazed for a moment, as your heart swells with affection for the man standing next to you. “Well,” You say after a moment, “One of us has to be.”
“What’s wrong, angel?” There’s a cocky smile on his lips, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“I love you so much,” You breathe out.
It’s his turn to look slightly flustered, and he averts his gaze, “Yeah, kitten. I know. I…care about you too.”
You beam at him and tug on his hand to keep walking, that’s the same thing as a love confession in your mind. “I think we should get some hot chocolate, don’t you?”
“I thought you wanted to look at the trees,” He replies dryly.
“I want to do both!”
Crosshair chuckles and leans in to kiss your forehead, before he pulls away and lightly tugs on your cardigan to straighten it and pull a leaf off your shoulder, “Are you sure you’re warm enough, angel?”
“Yep!” You grin at him, “It’s not that cold yet.”
Your friends don’t understand why you love Crosshair so much. ‘He’s so rude!’ they exclaim, ‘he can’t even say that he loves you!’ they add. But you know Crosshair.
He might not be able to say the word, but he shows you his love in other ways.
In the way he looks at you. In the way he touches you. In the way he talks to you.
Are you warm enough?
Did you eat enough?
Do you need water?
Drive safely.
Let me know when you get home.
All of those things say the same thing. I love you. I love you. I love you.
And so you pin him with an adoring smile. You can wait until he’s able to say the words…and if it never happens, that’s okay too. You know that his love for you is everlasting.
Afterall, your love for him is everlasting too.
#star wars#tbb#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb crosshair x reader#crosshair x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Hi, darling~ I'm back again with request #6!
I was going to stop at 5, but then I felt bad for leaving out Kix. So, this one is for him, with an aquamarine, at twilight. Who better to give some healing love than our beloved medic? He's got that weighted blanket charm
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
@the-bad-batch-baroness
First Choice
Summary: Kix is a man in love. He just needs to make her see it.
Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader
Word Count: 622
Prompt: Aquamarine - Healing Love
Warnings: Reader's parents are bad. Not abusive, just bad.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted and I hope you like it!!
“Bad day, Bluebird?” Kix asks as he props his feet up on her desk, an easy grin on his face as he watches her start in surprise, and then glare at his boots.
She pushes his boots off her desk, “No shoes on the furniture, Kix. Honestly.”
He laughs and props his feet up again, “Come on, bluebird. That wasn’t an answer. What’s got you so down in the dumps?”
She glares at him, her pen tapping an annoyed rhythm out on her desk, before she sighs, “You know how I was supposed to meet up with my parents today?”
“Yeah. It was a whole big thing, you were so excited.” Kix scans her face, “Didn’t go well?”
“Well, I don’t know.” She pauses, “You see, they never showed up. Again.” She clenches her jaw, and then slowly relaxes, “They commed, after the fact. They decided to go visit my brother instead.”
Kix exhales slowly, “Oh, bluebird. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” She focuses her attention back to her work, “I’ve never been anyone’s first choice…I don’t know why I thought they’d start now.”
Kix winces, and drops his feet to the floor, “Come on, cyare. That’s not true.”
“No. No it is.” She won’t look at him, “You know, they never even came to my college graduation. My sister had a piano recital, you see, and they had to be there-” Her voice cracks, and she presses her lips into a thin line. “I’d like to be alone.”
“Absolutely not.” Kix slides his chair closer, “Alone is the last thing you need right now.” Carefully, he plucks the pen from her unresisting hands, and he spins her chair so she’s facing him, “There you are.”
“Kix-” She has tears in her eyes and she looks even more upset than when he first came into the room.
“You’re my first choice.”
She blinks at him, and then she scowls, “I’m not. You don’t have to lie-”
“Hey,” He presses his hands against her cheeks, “You’re absolutely my first choice.”
“I’ve never been anyone’s first choice. Ever.” She counters, “Why should you be any different.”
“Because I love you.”
She blinks at him. Once. Twice. Three times.
“What?”
“I love you. I’m in love with you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes.” Kix says, “Have been since the day we met.”
“That…doesn’t make any sense.” She mumbles, “No one-”
“Yeah, well. My name’s Kix and I’m legally no one.”
She blinks at him, and then scowls, “That’s a terrible joke.”
“Not joking. About any of it.” Kix gently, very gently, slides her off her chair and onto his lap, “Let me show you. Let me prove to you how I feel.”
“How do you intend to do that?” The tears have faded from her eyes, and her voice is hushed.
Maker, he loves her so much.
“Like this.” Slowly, giving her time to back away if she needs to, he presses his lips against hers in a chaste kiss. And, when she doesn’t pull away, and in fact, curls her fingers into the thick material of his blacks, he deepens the kiss.
When she kisses him back, Kix is pretty sure that his heart is going to explode in his chest. “So,” He murmurs, once he breaks the kiss, “Believe me yet?”
“...I’m starting to.”
“Well then, I’ll just have to kiss you until you definitely do.”
And, well, if his Bluebird’s parents got a picture of him kissing her, as well as a long message thanking them for breaking her heart, because he’s going to make sure that they’ll never have the power to do that again-
Well, that’s no one’s business but his, now is it?
#star wars#tcw#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#clone medic kix x reader#kix x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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hi congrats for 500 followers!! i wanted to request the gem topaz with crosshair in winter please! where the reader is introducing crosshair to some dishes they grew up eating (a lot of different spicy foods! i love spicy food and grew up eating a ton of it lol). crosshair’s reaction to the spicy food is all up to you! i want that to be a surprise, but the reader has a suuper high spice tolerance so crosshair is surprised
Love Language
Summary: Cooking is your love language. You don’t really do it all that often, though. You’re just too busy. But for your date with Crosshair, you decide to make the time.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader
Word Count: 585
Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I hope you like it! For some reason, the words don't want to word today. It's frustrating. So I'm not sure if I got the right vibe here.
“I didn’t know you could cook, princess.” Crosshair notes thoughtfully as he leans against the counter next to you.
“Well,” You note as you add some additional spices to the curry you’re making, and then set the jar to the side and wipe your hands, “I don’t have a lot of free time, Cross. So generally I just eat out. But, well-”
“Well?” He prods.
You scowl at him, hoping that he doesn’t notice that you’re blushing, “Cooking is my love language, so I thought that I’d cook for you.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you glance at him. He looks surprised, but there’s also a small, pleased, smile on his lips. So you don’t think he’ll tease you too much about it.
“Have you cooked for anyone else?”
“Not recently.” You admit with a shrug, “I mean, I cook for my parents from time to time, but they don’t travel as much now. So…it’s just you, really.” A smug grin crosses his face, and you release a huff before you elbow him, “Don’t be smug.”
“Can’t help it, princess.” He drapes an arm over your shoulder, “You love me enough to cook for me. That’s something to be smug about.” His arm tightens around you slightly, and you willingly lean into his side, “Smells spicy.”
“Mm, my homeworld is a desert, so we use a lot of spices.” You explain as you take a careful taste of the curry and consider it for a moment. It’s not quite as spicy as you prefer, but you’re not cooking for yourself. “Here, taste.”
Crosshair shoots you a look, but takes the offered spoon for a taste.
“Mm, it’s good.” He glances at you, “If you wanted to add more spice, though, you definitely can.” Crosshair flashes a small smile, “We can’t use a lot of spices because of Hunter.”
“Are you sure?” You ask.
“Positive.”
“Well, if you insist.” You reply, before you slide out of his grip and head over to your spice cabinet. Inside, located inside a small pouch, is some spices from your homeworld.
You generally only cook with them when you’re cooking for yourself, but you have to admit that you want to share some part of your culture with Crosshair. You add a pinch of the spices, you only need a little after all, and soon after the kitchen is filled with the rich scents of your spices.
It reminds you of home, this was what your mother’s kitchen used to smell like all of the time when you were growing up.
You hope Crosshair likes it.
You also hope that you’ll get the chance to introduce him to your family eventually.
His arms slide around your waist, and you squeak when he presses his face against your neck. “It smells amazing,” Crosshair says against your neck, “You’re going to tempt me into visiting your homeworld at this rate.”
You laugh softly, “Well, they do say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
He presses a kiss against your cheek, “Well, it’s working.”
“You haven’t even tried it yet.”
He shrugs, and releases you to grab some plates, “What can I say, I’m a simple man.”
And you grin at him, “Well, if you want to go to my homeworld, I can introduce you to my family. They’re all eager to meet ‘that charming young man of yours’.” you say with a grin.
“Charming, huh.” Crosshair says with a laugh, “I can do charming.”
#star wars#tbb#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb crosshair x reader#crosshair x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Congrats on your new follower event! Can I request pearl with Cody? Thanks!
It's Always Been You
Summary: You’ve been in love with your Commander almost since the moment you met him. Unfortunately, he seems to think that you’re just waiting until you meet someone better.
Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader
Word Count: 797
Prompts: Pearl - Honest Love
Warnings: Some misunderstanding, but it's cleared up pretty quickly
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you for your request! Sorry that it took so long~
You fold your leg under yourself as you scan your datapad for the movie that you’re looking for. It’s late, late enough that you should probably be sleeping, but you’re far too wired to sleep. Besides, Cody is sprawled on the bed next to you, absently looking over your shoulder at your datapad.
You don’t get to spend a lot of time with him, what with the war and him being Marshal Commander, and the fact that you’re technically his subordinate and this whole relationship is a massive gray area.
But that’s a problem for future you to worry about. Present you just wants to be happy and safe and warm.
“Can’t find your movie?” Cody asks, his voice low and warm.
“I downloaded a lot of movies before we left Coruscant.” You admit as you continue scrolling, “And books. And music.”
He laughs and shifts to slide his arms around your waist as well as rest his head on your shoulder, “How much free time do you expect to have?”
“Well, assuming that no one does anything stupid, hopefully a lot.” You press your cheek against the top of his head and are rewarded with the sensation of his arms tightening around you.
“Well, I’m going to intentionally download a virus to give you something to do.”
“That’s so mean.” You say as you shoot him an amused look, “At least make it look like an accident.” He shoots you an angelic look, and you release a bubbling laugh.
For a moment, his expression is warm and fond, though it falters to something a little more wistful and longing. An expression that you’ve been seeing more and more on his face lately.
Slowly you set your datapad down and you press your hand against his cheek, “Cody, is something wrong?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You look,” You pause as you try to place the emotion, “sad.” You finish.
Cody’s quiet for a long moment, long enough that you think that he’s going to ignore your question, and then he shifts and pulls away from you, moving so that he’s sitting on the bed next to you.
You sit up as well, “Cody?”
“You are far too observant,” He grumbles, as he doesn’t quite meet your gaze, “I’ve been thinking,” he adds, his voice carefully light, “about how long I’m going to have this for.”
You blink at him, “I mean…I’m not going to kick you out, but you have to go back to being Commander when the sun rises-?”
He laughs softly, “That’s not what I mean.”
“Oh.”
Cody is quiet for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s slow, as though he’s trying to think of the best way to say what he’s thinking, “I’m wondering how long I get to have you for. How long before you find someone better. Someone more deserving.”
His words hit you with all of the force of a slug shot.
“You think I’m looking for an upgrade?” You ask, genuinely hurt, “Have I said something to make you think that? Or…or did something?” You wrack your memory, trying to think of a time when you might have even implied that you were looking for someone other.
His hand is warm against your cheek, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts with startling ease, “No. You’ve always been very good at keeping your focus on me when we’re together.” Cody says quietly, “But…we both know that this is temporary.”
“...is it?” You ask, somehow even more hurt, “I kind of thought it was forever. It kind of sounds like you’re the one looking for an upgrade.”
He stares at you hard, “I think there’s been a miscommunication somewhere.” Cody finally says, “Cyare, what are your feelings towards me?”
“I love you.” You say it easily. Because it is easy. It’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done, “But…but if you don’t feel the same way, I can pretend that I don’t.”
“Even though I’m just a clone?” Cody asks, “Even though you can have someone better?”
“You’re not ‘just an’ anything, Cody.” You say with a frown, “Not to me. And I don’t want ‘better’. What even is better? Richer? If I was worried about money I wouldn’t have joined the military.”
“I have no prospects for the future, cyare-”
“Cody is Cody and Cody is who I want.” You interrupt, “But…only if that’s what you want too.”
He laughs softly, and leans in to kiss you, slowly and deeply. “It is what I want. More than anything. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
You sigh softly, and climb into his lap, “You scared me. I thought you were going to kick me to the curb.”
“I would never.” His arms tighten around her, “I love you too, after all.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#commander cody x reader#cody x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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could I have pearl with Fives at night please?
I love your writing so much!!!!!
So This Is Love
Summary: A late night rendezvous on Coruscant gives Fives the opportunity to make a confession.
Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader
Word Count: 699
Prompts: Pearl - Honest Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you for your request! I freely admit that I wrote this before I finished my coffee, so it might not flow well.
“I appreciate you walking me home, Fives.”
He turns to look at her, a crooked grin crossing his face, “It’s not a problem. Pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking around alone so late at night anyway. It’s not safe.”
She sighs, “Don’t I know it. But the Gallery wanted to keep going until all of the art was sold-”
“Did it work?”
She grins at him, “It did~”
He laughs and throws his arm over her shoulder, “That means the next time we go to 79s, drinks are on you. Right?”
She giggles, a pretty noise that has him tugging her closer to his side, “It’s only fair, I suppose. After all, you and your brothers are the inspiration for my artwork.”
“Ooh, so I suppose we’re famous now,”
She laughs and elbows him lightly, “Inspiration, not subject.”
“If you wanted to paint me, you could. I wouldn’t mind.”
She averts her gaze, “Ah, well…maybe. But I wouldn’t want to sell that one.”
Fives’ stomach flips pleasantly, “Because you love me and want to look at me as often as you can.” He says with a bright grin.
She huffs and bumps him with her shoulder, “Because the Republic has already taken so much from you, they don’t get this too.” She corrects.
He pauses, and then his arm tightens around her, “You might be one of the few people on Coruscant who actually understands where the clones legally stand.”
“Yeah, well…” Her hand comes up and she threads her fingers with his. Her hand is so much smaller and so much softer than his. Fives almost worries that his touch will hurt her. Almost.
“Yeah, well-?” He prods.
“If more people paid attention they’d see.”
“They don’t want to see, beautiful. We both know that.”
She scowls off into the distance, and Fives laughs, before he leans in and bumps his forehead against the side of her head, lightly rubbing his nose against her cheek, “You care though,” He adds, “That’s enough for me.”
“You deserve so much better though!” She says as she turns her head to look at him, her nose bumping against his.
Fives doesn’t bother to give her any space. If anything, he wants to be closer to her. “You know, beautiful, I don’t think life is about what you deserve.”
She huffs, “It should be. You and your brothers deserve so much more than the Republic-” She rambles.
“I love you.”
She stops mid-sentence and blinks at him. “You…what?”
“I love you. I’m in love with you.” Fives flashes a nervous smile, “I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks, but telling you over comm just felt cheap.”
“You love me? Why?” She asks, looking so genuinely befuddled that Fives can’t help but laugh.
“Ah, so you want me to list all of the ways that I love you?” Fives teases, “Well, alright. If you insist. Reason one, I love the way you look at me, like I’m the only man in the galaxy. Reason two, I love how we can sit and talk for hours about anything and everything. Reason three-”
He stops when she presses her hand over his mouth, her face burning, “Please stop.”
“But I barely started. You didn’t even let me list all of the physical reasons I love you. Like your hair. And eyes. And lips-”
“Fives!”
“And I really love how you say my name-” He continues, a wide grin on his face.
And then he’s stopped for real, because her lips are pressed against his, and he has something much more interesting to focus on. Like replacing all of the oxygen in her lungs with him.
When he breaks the kiss, her gaze is hazy and she’s slightly breathless, “In case you were wondering,” she mumbles, “I love you too. But I’m not going to list all of the reasons why! Your ego is big enough as it is!”
Fives just chuckles and kisses her again. “Does this mean that I can come in when we get to your place?” He asks against her lips.
“Only if you want.” She replies.
“Beautiful, I’ve wanted an invitation to your home for months. I’d be honored.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#arc trooper fives x reader#fives x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Absolutely forgot about your new event! Congrats on the five hundred follower count vod'ika! I may send in a few, but for this oneI'm going with my birth stone, clone husband, and fave season <3
May I have Garnet with Rex in summer, where maybe he spots reader (fem or gn!) looking extremely uncomfortable from unwanted attention (nothing inherentlyuncomfortble in terms of sexually harassing or being violent, but just highly intimidating) when it's dusk? And Rex shoos the person away?
Hero
Summary: Rex’s favorite part of the day is when he’s able to pull away from his work to spend time with his girl. He’s not so impressed, though, when he goes to find her and sees her getting threatened by someone nearly a foot taller than her.
Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader
Word Count: 658
Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you! I hope you like this story. Protective Love is hard while having a word count limit, lol, but I hope you like it anyway~
This is his favorite part of the day.
His idiots, and he calls them that with all of the love in his heart, have been released to go and get drunk or whatever it is that they do with their free time. And he’s finally able to leave the barracks to go and meet up with his girl.
It’s hot and miserable outside, which means they’ll probably head back to her place to lounge by her pool.
For a moment, just a moment, Rex allows himself to fantasize about his stunning love clad in a blue bikini, while the setting sun paints her with golden highlights and makes her look like an actual goddess deserving of worship.
And then he shoves the thought to the back of his mind, and continues to their meeting spot.
His good mood remains, right up until he gets to the meeting spot and sees his cyare looking very uncomfortable with a man towering over her. She takes half a step back, and then man advances on her, to remain right in her personal space.
Rex scowls as he inserts himself into the situation. No one is allowed to make his cyare uncomfortable. “Sorry I’m late, cyare.” Rex says as he presses himself between his cyare and the stranger.
He feels her hand curl around his bicep, her touch light, “You’re not late, I showed up early.”
Rex lightly pats the hand wrapped around his arm, and he smiles slightly when she drops her hand. And then he focuses his attention on the stranger, who looks deeply, deeply annoyed that Rex interjected.
“Can we help you?” Rex’s voice is mild, but there’s a thread of durasteel and a hint of violence there as well. His cyare likely won’t pick up on it…but the stranger definitely does based on how he grimaces.
“Nah. I was just…” The stranger pauses, “It doesn’t matter.” He turns and stalks away. Rex doesn’t turn to his cyare, though, until he’s sure that no one is going to start anything.
And then he turns to his cyare, and all of the negative emotions he’d been feeling fade away as though they were never there.
“I’m sorry,” She says, as she steps into his space, sliding into his welcoming arms, “I didn’t mean for you to have to get involved.”
“Hey,” He rests his chin on her head, “It’s my genuine pleasure to be able to protect you, cyare.”
She hums softly, “You shouldn’t have to protect me. I should be safe here.”
“Well, until you are, you have me to be your sword and shield.”
A laugh falls from his cyare, “Oh, when did you become charming, Rex?” She asks as she pulls away to look up at him, fondness in her gaze.
Rex’s face heats, “Well…you know…Jesse-”
She laughs again, “You don’t have to change yourself for me, Rex. I love you just as you are. Awkwardness and all.” She takes his hand in hers, “Now, let’s go home. It’s hot.”
“We’re going swimming?” He asks, maybe more than a little hopeful.
She grins and nods, “I bought us matching swimsuits. They were on sale.”
“What kind of swimsuits?” Rex asks as he falls into step with her.
“For you?”
“For you.”
She giggles and and moves so she’s walking backwards in front of him, one finger coming out to lightly tap his nose, “It’s a secret~”
“That means it’s a bikini, right?” Rex asks, not even bothering to hide the direction his thoughts have gone.
“It means it’s a secret.” She leans in, “But I promise you’ll like it.”
“Cyar’ika. You could walk around in a burlap sack, and I’d still like it.” He pauses, “Or ribbons-”
“Really? Ribbons?”
He smiles innocently, “If you want.”
“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Fives and Jesse.”
“Yeah, but they give the best ideas.”
She shakes her head with a laugh, “Come on, Rex. Let’s go home.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#captain rex x reader#rex x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Hey, babes, I'm back, but only because you asked for a Dogma request, lol. I am very happy to oblige 🥰
I left my paper with all my notes on it at work, so I'm trying to remember what gemstone and time I haven't asked for yet...
So, let's do Dogma, with a tanzanite, and 0600 (because it's Dogma, lol 😂)
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
@the-bad-batch-baroness
I See You
Summary: You and Dogma are nothing alike, and that’s why you work so well together. You just have to remind him from time to time.
Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader
Word Count: 661
Prompt: Tanzanite - Perceptive Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Alright! This is written, I'm going to take another nap on the couch now that I've eaten and hydrated. Hopefully the naps will help. Happy reading~
You and Dogma don’t make sense on paper.
The pair of you are as opposite as day and night in many ways. He’s neat and organized, while you’re not so much. He’s a stickler for the rules, and you've always viewed the rules as guidelines, rather than hard edicts.
He’s not much of a people person, and you’re something of a social butterfly.
No. On paper, the two of you don’t make sense, but you do work together.
He brings some much needed order to your life, and you help him see that there’s more to life than being a soldier. Sure, there were some growing pains when your relationship first started, but you haven’t had any problems in months.
So when Dogma starts pulling away, you’re concerned.
Your immediate concern is that one of his brothers put a thought into his head, made him think that he’s breaking a rule by dating you. It’s happened before, after all. Though when you put your foot down and told his brothers that you would date Dogma or you would date none of them, that stopped right quick.
But, the more you watched him, the more you realized that this was something else.
It had to be something else.
So you wake with his alarm early one morning, when the sun is still low over the horizon, and you settle against the headboard as you watch him get ready for the day.
He likes keeping his schedule the same, even on days when he’s not working, which is why he’s awake at 0600 every morning. It can be frustrating, but you love him, so you deal with it.
He’s watching you with dark eyes, “Why are you awake, cyare?” Dogma asks, “You never wake up this early on your days off.”
You tilt your head as you watch him pull a loose tee shirt over his head, “I’m thinking.” You muse thoughtfully, as you allow your gaze to trace the geometric tattoos that run down his arm.
He folds his arms, “About what?”
Your gaze drifts up to his face, and you trace the tattoo on his face with a small, fond smile. “You, mostly.” A flush raises onto his cheeks and he averts his gaze. His shoulders seem to curl in on him, and you frown.
Your Dogma is so clever. He knows wartime and battles and weapons and ships-
But you know people. You read people like he reads books. And you don’t like what you’re reading on his body.
“Dogma,” You slide to the edge of the bed, reaching out for him, “When did you become so uncertain of my love for you?” You ask softly, “Have I said something?”
His gaze snaps to yours, “I’ve never doubted that!”
“Then,” You muse thoughtfully, “Perhaps you’re unsure of your love for me?”
“Never,” His arms unfold and he slides his hands into yours before he kneels at your feet, “I’m not sure about a lot of things, cyare, but you…I’ve never doubted how I feel for you. Or how you feel for me.”
You slide your hands up his arms to press them against his face, “But you are unsure about something.”
He hesitates, “One of my brothers,” Dogma finally admits, “has been telling me that I don’t deserve you. And,” he sighs, quiet and slow, “I can’t help but think that he’s got a point.”
You’re quiet for a moment, “Dogma,” You lightly tug him in to brush your lips against his, “My opinion on this remains as it was when we first started dating.”
He shoots you a puzzled look.
Your smile is soft, “My choice is you. It’s always been you. It’ll always be you.”
Dogma smiles, it's a small thing, but it’s real, and he pulls your head down to press your forehead against his. “How do you always know what to say?”
“Because I see you, Dogma. I always have. And I like what I see.”
#star wars#tcw#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#clone trooper dogma x reader#dogma x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Hello, love~ I'm back for request #3!
This time, it's for my beloved baby boy Tup, with a garnet, and during the summer. But can you make it on the playful side? Playfully affectionate?
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
@the-bad-batch-baroness
Under The Summer Sun
Summary: A hot day under the summer sun reminds you of just how much you love your Tu
Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader
Word Count: 586
Prompts: Garnet - Protective love, with added playful affection
Warnings: None (aside from a really bad joke, lol)
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Baby Boy Tup gets a happily ever after because I say so. Nothing bad has ever happened to him. Ever. Tragically, Google doesn't like my bad joke and kept trying to fix it.
“You’re going to burn into a crisp, and then what will I do?” Tup asks, laughter in his voice as he drops on the towel next to you, dripping cool water from the lake onto your overheated skin.
“Find a new girlfriend?” You reply sleepily as you stretch out on the towel, and then turn your head to peer at the man sitting next to you, “Or, just put up with having a girlfried, instead.”
Tup chokes out a laugh, “You’ve been spending way too much time with Fives and Echo if you think that was funny.”
“Mm, you still laughed though.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He grabs a towel and tosses it over his head, to dry his dripping hair, “Are you sure you don’t want to go swimming with me? It’s fun~”
“Tup,” You say with a laugh, “Bikini’s are not made for swimming. They’re made for looking amazing in.”
He hums thoughtfully, and you can feel his heavy gaze dragging down your body, “Well, it’s working.”
“You’d say that if I was wearing a trash bag.”
“You’d make the trash bag look amazing,” He agrees with a grin.
“You’re ridiculous,” You say with an answering grin as you sit up. You reach out and tuck some of the wet hair sticking to his cheek behind his ear, “Are you having fun?”
He catches your hand and presses a feather light kiss to your knuckles, “Yeah. I am. Thank you for bringing me on your vacation.”
“Mm, thank Rex for allowing it.”
“Oh, I already have to bring him a souvenir.” Tup says dryly, “It’s payment for allowing me to come.”
“Oh? I can see you’re right on that.”
“I’ll bring him some sand. It’ll be fine.”
A giggle falls from your lips, “Tup,”
“Anyway! You need more sunblock or you’re going to burn and you won’t want me touching you.” Tup announces with a dramatic pout, “And, naturally, I need to put it on you.”
“Is that right?”
“To make sure you don’t miss any spots,” he adds seriously, though there’s a grin playing on his lips.
“Oh, naturally.” You reach into your bag and press a bottle of sunblock into his hands, “I’m sure you’ll be very thorough.”
“Uh-huh. So thorough.” He squirts some of the lotion into his hands, and then rubs his hands together, before he scoots closer to you and brings his hands to your face, “Eyes closed, cyare. As much as I love your pretty eyes, I would hate to get sunblock in them.”
Obediently you close your eyes and melt into his touch as he gently starts rubbing the lotion on your face, “You’re so much better at this then my mom.”
He laughs softly, “That right?”
“Mm. It always hurt when mom was rubbing the lotion in.”
His fingers glide over the shell of your ears, “Well, the last thing I want to do is hurt you while trying to protect you from the sun.” Tup pulls his hands away from your face, and you open your eyes to look at him.
“You would never.” You murmur at him.
His hand comes back up to cup your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re one to talk.” You tease, and you’re rewarded with his cheeks darkening slightly, “But thank you. When I’m with you I feel beautiful.”
“Good.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours, “I love you, so much.”
You sigh and kiss him properly, sliding into his arms, to better hold him, “I love you too.”
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hiiii and congrats on 500+ followers!! i was wondering if could request a topaz with wrecker in the spring? he does not get enough love which is a massive shame. also i desperately want this man to hug me. hope you have a lovely day!!
Heartbeat
Summary: Wrecker loves you, and you love him. It’s really not that complicated.
Pairing: TBB Wrecker x Reader
Word Count: 562
Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you! I hope you like your story! I think it's cute, and it has the hugs you wanted~
“Is this the place, Firefly?” Wrecker asks as he looks around the field of wildflowers.
You beam at him, “Yep! Isn’t it peaceful?” You ask as you twirl on your toes in the flowers, “And look at how many flowers have already bloomed!”
“You chose a good time to come out here.” Wrecker agrees. He looks around for a moment, before finding a spot without any flowers, and he sets all of the stuff he’s carrying on the ground. It’s not a lot, just a picnic basket and a blanket, but there was no way that he was going to ask you to carry anything.
“Here, let me help!” You chirp as you hurry to his side and reach for the blanket.
Wrecker catches your hand with his own, and he brings your fingers to his lips, pressing a feather light kiss against the pads, “I have it, firefly.”
“Aww, you don’t even need a little help?”
“You can be my emotional support,” Wrecker teases, as he unrolls the blanket with a snap and spreads it out on the ground, “There. Done.”
“How do you manage to make that look so easy?” You ask as you allow him to help you down onto the blanket.
“They taught us on Kamino,” Wrecker says solemnly, though there’s a wide grin on his lips, “Right between armor maintenance and bomb disposal lessons.”
You giggle, “Oh? Did they also teach you how to kiss? Because you’re really good at that.”
“Oh, no Firefly. That’s all me.”
A proper laugh falls from your lips, “Well, I definitely appreciate it.” You beam at him as he folds himself on the blanket next to you, his arms opening to allow you to climb into his embrace.
Wrecker gives the best hugs. You’ve always thought so, and now that you’re dating you know that you’re right. He wraps his whole body around you when he’s hugging you, and rather than feeling smothered, you just feel safe and cherished.
You lay your head against his chest, shifting just enough that your ear is pressed over his heart, and your eyes shut as you listen to his heartbeat.
Strong and solid and steady.
Just like your Wrecker.
His hand smooths down your back, “Listening, firefly?”
“Mm.”
“You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?”
You shift again to look up at his handsome face, “Would that be so bad?”
His hand comes up to brush against your cheek, “There are better places to sleep than the ground. Besides, if you’re asleep then we can’t talk. And I can’t kiss you.”
“Oh no, you poor thing.” You hook your arms around his neck and slide up his body so that your lips are hovering over his, “We can’t have that now can we?”
Wrecker chuckles, “You spoil me,” He says before he catches your lips with his own.
“You deserve to be spoiled,” You counter against his lips, “Love you, Wreck.”
He pulls away, just enough that he’s able to look at you properly, and the look of adoration on his face, makes your face heat and makes you hide your face in his shoulder. Wrecker laughs, “I love you so much, firefly. I can’t even put it into words.”
And when he gently repositions you so that you’re able to kiss him again, well, who are you to deny him?
#star wars#tbb#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#tbb wrecker x reader#wrecker x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks
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Hiiiii, it's me again~ I'm back with request #4!
This time, we're going with Jesse, with a ruby, and at midnight 😏 So scandalous. Take it anywhere but to the smut realm. I can't wait to see what you do with this one! 😘
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
@the-bad-batch-baroness
Under The Moonlight
Summary: The date was supposed to end when he dropped you off at your apartment, but here you are, several hours later, and he still hasn’t left. Your mother would be scandalized. But so long as he keeps kissing you like this, you couldn’t care less.
Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader
Word Count: 511
Prompt: Ruby - Passionate Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I still feel like trash, but I had an idea so I wanted to get this out today. Also, the only thought in my head when I was writing this was that scene from Frozen where Else was telling Anna that she "can't marry a man she just met", lol.
“I should,” Jesse’s lips pull away from yours for just a moment, allowing him to speak, “probably leave.”
You hum in agreement, as you close the short distance between your lips to catch his with yours again. Jesse’s hand, already settled comfortably at the back of your neck, slides up to fist in your hair, effortlessly taking control of the kiss.
Earlier tonight, your best friend ditched you to go and hang out with her boyfriend. And Jesse’s brothers ditched him to dance. So the pair of you decided to be alone together.
A night of dancing at the club, turned into caf at a local cafe, which turned into him walking you home. Which turned into sharing some cake and even more caf on your balcony, which turned into this.
You perched on his lap, your hands cupping his face, his arm solid and steady around your waist, and his hand fisted in your hair. While he does his best to steal the breath from your very lungs.
It’s okay though, you’re trying to do the same.
“I mean it, beautiful,” Jesse mumbles, “My brother will have my head if I don’t report to the barracks-”
Your fingers, soft and light, trace the republic cog on his face, “I’m not stopping you.” You whisper to him.
Jesse’s dark eyes scan your face, and then drop to your lips. He releases a sigh, soft and heavy, “Rex is going to kill me.” He mumbles, more to himself than you, and then he tugs you back in, catching your lips with his own, “Why’d you have to be so kissable?” He breathes against your lips.
“To tempt you and you alone,” You mumble.
“Kriff, I’m a lucky man.”
A soft whine leaves your throat as he nips your already swollen lower lip and then soothes the spot with his tongue. You could get used to this, if he’s interested.
“You could call your brother, if you want?” You offer, when he breaks the kiss to catch his breath.
Jesse chuckles, “If I told him that I was not returning to the barracks because I have a stunning woman on my lap and I can’t stop kissing her, he’d march his happy ass here and beat the tar out of me right here.”
You laughs breathlessly, “I’ll protect you.”
“Mm, my own personal heroine.” Jesse murmurs, there’s something adoring in his voice, “Maker, but you’re stunning under the moonlight.” His fingers trail against your cheek, “You must be resplendent in the sunlight.”
Your face heats at his compliment, “Would you like to stay and find out?”
A slow grin crosses his face, “Cyare, where would I sleep?” He murmurs as he brings you in so that your lips are hovering just over his.
“Well, my bed is big enough for two-”
“Sold.” And then his lips are against yours again.
Your mother would be scandalized that you’re inviting a man you just met into your bed, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care. Especially if he keeps kissing you like this.
#star wars#tcw#vodika vibes 500 followers celebration#arc trooper jesse x reader#jesse x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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2x1 anon. YAAAAAASSS. I hope I inspire people to ask you these 🤤 I have so many ideas, so many couples, where/with whom I do begin...
Yeah, please and thank you so much!
May I ask, pearl love with Tech and Crosshair in winter at night please. With an introverted reader maybe?
Better Together
Summary: It's been a week since Life Day, and you're struggling with being overwhelmed with everything you've had to do in the last two weeks. Luckily, you don't have to manage alone.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech
Word Count: 854
Prompt: Pearl - Honest Love
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Alright, I came really close to going over my word limit with this one, but, thankfully I was able to make it happen without going over the word limit. I hope you like it! Also, introversion kind of went hand in hand with anxiety in this one, I think. Whoops.
You love Crosshair and Tech. You do. They’re wonderful, even when Crosshair is at his grumpiest. Even when Tech is intentionally trying to irritate his brother.
You’ve never been happier.
But sometimes you need some space from them. It’s not because you don’t want them around, but because sometimes you just can’t handle people anymore. Even people that you love.
Maybe even especially people that you love.
Normally this happens after you’ve been forced to interact with a lot of people over a short period of time. Holidays are the worst for this, honestly. And though both Crosshair and Tech said that you didn’t have to host their siblings for Life Day, that their brothers and sister would understand, you were determined to push through it.
For a week. A week of people in your space. Touching your things. Talking to you.
It would have been overwhelming even if you hadn’t spent the week before with your family.
Which leads you to now.
Awake even though both Crosshair and Tech are asleep. Neither of them are pressed against you, which is a good thing because it means that you’re able to slide out the end of the bed and retreat to the living room.
Hunter and the others left earlier that day, but the Life Day decorations are still hanging around your home, and you need to do something, anything, to make the bad feelings go away, so, in spite of the late hour, you start pulling decorations off the tree.
It’s peaceful. The movements of pulling ornaments down and wrapping them is the perfect kind of repetitive that it’s nearly meditative, and you’re able to half watch the snow fall from the sky.
Quiet. Peaceful.
Exactly what you need.
Still, you’re not surprised when the bedroom door slides open and a pair of warm bodies press against your sides, “Kitten,” Crosshair sounds doubly grumpy, and you feel bad for waking him up, “It’s 2 in the morning.” His arms sling low around your waist, and his fingers absently play with the hem of the shirt you’re wearing.
“There are more productive times to pull down the decorations.” Tech agrees as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Such as when the sun comes up.”
“I’m being productive now,” You point out.
Crosshair’s arms tighten around you, “You should be sleeping, not pulling down life day decorations, Kitten.”
“You should not be doing it alone at all.” Tech adds, “We all decorated, so we all pull the decorations down.”
“You were asleep.” You offer weakly.
The brothers share a look over your head, before Crosshair sighs and lightly pulls the decoration from your hand, carelessly tossing it into the box, and he pulls you onto his lap so you’re facing Tech.
He rests his forehead against the back of your head and his arms wrap tightly around you.
Tech, meanwhile, shifts closer so that he’s able to cup your face with gentle hands. “You are overwhelmed.” It’s not a question, but a statement of face, “You have been for days now. We,” He motions to himself and Crosshair, “did not say anything because everytime we tried you claimed that you were fine.”
“I am-”
“Don’t.” Crosshair warns, “Don’t lie. Not to us. You think we can’t tell how you are feeling, Kitten? After all this time?”
“The back to back Life Day Events were too much. Even we think that.” Tech adds, “Next year we will spread them out.”
“Next time you’re feeling overwhelmed, just be honest with us.” Crosshair says, “That’s the only way that this relationship is going to work. You agreed to that.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” You slump in Crosshair’s arms, “I just…you were both so happy to see your brothers and sister-”
“-and you felt that you could not talk to us.” Tech finishes, “That is on us, and we are sorry, cyare.”
“Clearly, we all need to do better.” Crosshair says, “We can start in the morning, when the sun comes up.”
“I agree, we should return to bed.” Tech says, “Will you come with us?”
You glance at the decorations all around you, and Crosshair squeezes your hip tightly, “The mess will hold until the sun comes up.” He says in your ear, “Come back to bed, Kitten.”
You sigh and nod, “Alright.”
Tension seems to drain out of both men, and you wonder if they expected you to fight them on this.
And then you’re ushered back into bed, and bundled up with your favorite blanket. Crosshair tangles his legs with yours and pulls your face to his chest, while Tech buries his face in the back of your neck.
They both murmur affirmations of love against your skin, and you feel a surge of affection towards them both as you return their sentiments.
And then a wave of exhaustion hits you, and you wonder if part of your problem is that neither Crosshair or Tech have been as physically affectionate with you in the past week. Something to consider in the morning, as you slowly drift off to sleep, safe and comfortable in their arms.
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