#jealous crosshair

[themourningfox]

Crosshair x GN!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive musings from reader about the Batchers' physiques. Jealous Crosshair.

Crosshair and you have a love/hate relationship.

You hated Crosshair.

Well, not really hate. To be completely honest, you had the biggest crush on the quiet sniper. You weren’t sure why, but it was something about his cool, stoic demeanor that pulled you in.

But damn. He was a pain in the ass sometimes.

Like right now.

“I had that shot!” Crosshair yelled at you, his lithe and lean form looming over you. His eyes were on fire with a deep-set rage that you had stoked.

Despite his intimidating stance, you refused to back down. Seething at the clone, you jabbed your finger into his chest. “You asshole! You know we’re not supposed to kill anyone in this mission. If you had shot them, you would’ve alerted the entire village.”

His hand snatched your wrist and squeezed. “If I had taken that shot,” he hissed, leaning down close to your face. “This mission would have been over already.”

“Actually,” Tech chimed in at this point. He didn’t seem to notice the pointed glares both you and Crosshair shot him for interrupting. “There was a guard around the corner. If Crosshair had shot the target, we would have been caught.”

You smirked. Wrenching your wrist out of Crosshair’s grasp, you shot him a sneer. You were right. You loved it when you were right.

A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t say anything else, deciding to put his effort into sulking instead.

More than an hour passed of this tense silence before Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo came back with the target properly tied up and cuffed.

“Let’s go, boys,” Hunter said, as he and Tech took control of the ship.

For the rest of the week, you and Crosshair avoided each other. It didn’t go unnoticed by the other members of the Bad Batch.

That’s when a secret plan was formed.

Two missions later and the team was on a wintery planet. The mission was to destroy an Imperial base and possibly rescue any captives.

“Crosshair, you’re going to stay here with her,” Hunter said after the end of the mission briefing. “We need someone to watch the ship.”

“Stay here?” You cringed when he hissed out the words like they were poison on his silvery tongue. He looked like he’d been slapped across the face with a mallet.

“Don’t worry, Crow,” you chimed in, rolling around in your chair to look at him. You could barely contain your triumphant smirk when he glared at you for using your ingenious nickname you had coined for him. “I’ll make sure to stay out of your way. You won’t see hide nor hair of me until they return.”

Maybe he just hated your presence that much, but he almost looked relieved. Were you that much of a burden to him? And if you a burden to the low-key clone...were you a burden to the others as well? Shaking your head, you looked up at Hunter and gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry about us, we’ve got it covered.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes at you, then nodded. “Good. Let’s head out, men.”

You sighed, leaning against the chair as you watched them all walk out one by one. Man...you loved to watch them. Hunter, with his broad shoulders and lean hips. The first time you had ever seen him, you had been memorized by the sway of them as he walked with confidence. Tech, with his slightly hunched walk, had almost fooled you at first but you had soon realized he was more than capable of carrying his own weight. Beneath those blacks were sinew and rolling cords of muscle. Lean, but fierce. Wrecker, too. Beefy, bulky, Wrecker. Despite how hard he looked, you had learnt that he was as soft as a marshmallow. The perfect cuddle buddy. Echo...he was part machine and man. You would think he would lose his physique but oh how you were wrong. You had seen him catch Omega when she jumped into his arms.

It wasn’t until Crosshair cleared his throat that you realized you had practically been staring at Hunter’s ass as he walked away.

Blinking, your gaze pulled up to Crosshair’s, cheeks turning a light shade of pink out of embarrassment.

His upper lip curled back into a disgusted sneer. “See something you like?”

Oh Maker, help you and keep you sane. Despite your crush, sometimes you just wanted to break Crosshair’s pretty face. You were done with his attitude. Jaw ticking, you slowly rose up out of your chair and squared up to the tall sniper. Just a couple inches shorter than him, you still had to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.

“If you weren’t such a prickly cactus all the time, maybe it would be your ass I was staring at,” you said, not quite caring anymore. “But no. Every time I turn in this damn ship, you’re ripping me a new one about one thing or another. I liked you, Cross. I wanted your approval. But nothing I do seems to change your mind about me! I’m done, asshole. I’ll stay out of your way and you won’t have to deal with me again, all right? Great, perfect, don’t talk to me or even look at me.”

You had turned away, getting ready to stalk off to the other side of the ship.

Crosshair had, rightfully so, been caught off guard by your sudden change in demeanor (judging by the wide-eyed look he gave you), but he quickly recovered and smirked.

“I could give you several things to look at, sweetheart,” he crooned before his tone took on a bitter flavor. “If you weren’t such a blasted fool.”

What. What did he call you? Anger trickled up your spine. You saw red. Whipping around, you opened your mouth to yell at him--

But stopped short when he was right there in your space, chest brushing against yours, amber eyes melting your soul. O-oh. He seemed to notice the effect he had on you, watching as the anger ebbed into excitement and maybe a dash of embarrassment. His tongue ran along his teeth, lips or pulling up into a wolfish smirk. Gloved fingers brushed down your arm and you shivered at the contact. He hummed, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth.

“If you had been trying to get my attention, doll, all you had to do was say something.”

[here-comes-the-moose]

Okay but imagine being Hunter during the Clone Wars Bad Batch arc (in my and some others’ headcanons at least)- you have this closed-off, bratty little brother who hates most clones, is constantly bitching and picking fights with the clones assigned to your mission, and did not care about this mission in the first place, and all of a sudden he’s imprinted like a duckling on this crazy ARC trooper who was cracking jokes and fighting after just being rescued from being a POW and asking you with big puppy eyes if you can keep him before you yourself trust said ARC trooper yet.

[rendomski]

Crosshair, glaring at Hunter: Here comes our slutty brother, intent on fucking half of the GAR.

Tech: Why, what's wrong with the other half?

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

This entire sequence was just SICK.

Hunter pulled a Tech-Turn 2.0 with the ship there, just less gracefully.

[webslinger-holland]

Forgiveness | Crosshair from The Bad Batch

Summary: When Crosshair reunites with his old squad, there are some unresolved tension between you.

Warning: spoilers from episode four, slightly jealous Hunter, recalling imprisonment with the empire, some angsty feelings

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 2.1k words

Note: Just had this one shot on my mind for a while and wanted to get it fully written. Let me know your thoughts down below!

The past several months had been incredibly difficult for the team. Having just lost Tech and Omega, they didn't quite know what to do or where to go from there. They spent months chasing down leads, desperately searching for any sign that would tell them where the Empire was keeping Omega. But every mission only resulted in another dead end with no usable intel.

It felt like they'd fallen into the same repeating cycle. They'd hear a whisper of something, follow that whisper, and find nothing that could aid them in their search. They refused to give up, especially their leader who was more determined than ever to bring her back home.

After many long tiresome months, their search was finally over. In the end, Omega was the one who had managed to escape from confinement and send a coded message to rendezvous somewhere safe. Now, Omega stood directly in front of them with big tears in her eyes. They'd never felt a stronger sense of relief than having her back safe and sound.

"I had help," Omega told them.

Turning around to face the ship that she'd arrived in, their eyes seemed to follow her line of sight. A figure emerged from the ship's gangplank, descending the ramp slowly. When the infamous sniper came into view, Hunter and Wrecker felt slightly unnerved. They still didn't trust him, watching his movements with extreme caution.

However, as soon as you'd seen him, it almost felt like your heart had dropped to the lowest point in your stomach. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat and you fought the tears that threatened to release. You couldn't believe your eyes.

Sensing your sudden swelling of emotions, Hunter spun around on the heels of his feet to face you. He took a single step forward and reached out to you as if to comfort you, calling your name very so gently.

But you just couldn't look away from Crosshair. Your Crosshair.

The one who had betrayed his family to join the Empire's forces. The one whose chip had activated during the order and changed who he was as a person. The one who hunted you. The one who was finally offered the second chance he wanted so badly by his squad, but refused them in the end. The one who left you and vowed he didn't love you as you had loved him. That Crosshair.

After the Fall of Kamino, Hunter was left to comfort you during one of your lowest times having since been rejected from his younger brother on that platform. He lost count of how many nights you cried yourself to sleep in his arms. You never talked about it, but he knew somehow. That maybe there was still apart of you that cared deeply for him, which was why it hurt all the more.

Now, coming back to your reality, you truly didn't know how to feel. You never thought you'd see him again or if you had expected to see him again, it wouldn't have been in this current situation. He just stood there looking directly at you.

His face was blank. He showed no emotion whatsoever.

Finally, having gathered your courage, you started walking towards him without taking your eyes off him. Hunter had tried to stop you once again, roughly grabbing your forearm to halt your movements.

"Y/n. Wait," Hunter's voice came out rather gruff and harsh.

He was warning you. He didn't know what else to say, but it didn't matter because you quickly tore your hand out of his grasp. And you continued your approach across the space between.

Finally, you came to a halt in front of him. His eyes never looked away from yours and he continued to remain unreadable with his emotions. He waited expectantly.

He didn't know how you'd respond to seeing him again because the last time he had seen you, you confessed your true feelings for him and he chose the empire over you. He'd seen the hurt flash in your eyes when he said he didn't love you, how you fought the tears from falling at his words.

Months later, you were standing in front of him once again. He half-expected you to lash out in anger at him. He wondered what you'd say to him, thinking of how your voice would sound when you tell him: "How dare you show your face again?" He'd even take a couple hits from you if you were angry enough. He wouldn't care, because he deserved all the hate you had for him.

The very last thing that Crosshair expected was to hear a choked sob escape past your lips as your walls came crashing down around you. You closed the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and burrowing your head into his chest. You clung to him so desperately as if you were afraid he'd slip through your fingers again. The tears began to fall down your cheeks as you held him close.

At first, Crosshair didn't know what to do with himself. He stood in your arms stiffly and awkwardly. It took a while before his shoulders finally eased up and he shakily raised his arms to wrap around you. He propped his chin onto the top of your head, relishing in the sweet feeling of your embrace. He closed his eyes slowly.

In the distance, Hunter's gaze hardened. He felt his fists clench at his sides instinctively. A newfound sense of anger began to arise in the pit of his stomach.

"I don't care about the things you've said or the things you've done," you spoke softly. This confession confused him even further. "What matters to me is that you're back."

After another moment, you reluctantly pulled yourself out of his grasp. You flashed him a brief smile, quickly wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks. You created a little distance by taking a step back, wanting to respect his boundaries. He watched you silently because he was honestly too shocked to say anything.

Leaving the rendezvous point in the Marauder, the now reunited members set a course to return to the safe haven planet known as Pabu. The Marauder was traveling through hyperspace, enveloping the entire ship in a tunnel of blue and white flashing stars. The little gonk droid waddled into the cockpit happily.

In the sleeping quarters, Wrecker and Omega had long since fallen asleep in each other's arms. They held Lula between the two of them. If you looked closely, you'd be able to see the faint smiles on their faces while they slept, knowing that they were both so happy to be reunited with one another.

Meanwhile, Hunter tried to busy himself at the control center. He typed on his brother's old data pad, figuring out what their next steps were going to be. If he was being honest with himself, his mind wasn't entirely focused on the task at hand. He often found himself glancing towards the cockpit upon knowing that was were his brother currently resided.

Brushing right past him, you walked directly into the entrance of the cockpit. He watched your retreating figure, which went unnoticed by you. An overwhelming sense of sadness filling his senses as he remembered the longing feeling you felt towards his brother and not him.

When you came into the cockpit, Crosshair was sitting in the copilots chair with his back turned to you. He was chewing on a toothpick, mulling his thoughts over. You were slow to make your presence known to him, gingerly stepping forward in your place.

"I made up your old cot for you," you told him with a hint of hope in your voice. "Thought it would be a good idea for you to get some rest."

He hummed. "And where will you sleep?"

"I--I don't know what you mean," you stumbled over your words, laughing awkwardly to cover it up.

"You used to sleep in my cot during my leave of absence," Crosshair recalled this piece of information because Omega had once told him about it during their time of confinement. "So where will you sleep?" Crosshair repeated himself.

"There's always that extra cot," you said rather sorrowfully. Your gaze fell to the floor when you remembered the notable absence of your squad member.

Hearing your response only made Crosshair close his eyes. It was all still new to him: the fact that he lost one of his brothers. He wasn't used to the feeling of him not being there because he'd always been there. He never imagined what life without Tech would look like. And now, he had to live that reality.

Since Tech died, you hadn't been able to bring yourself to cleaning up his personal space. His old workbench was left exactly how he'd left it with tools and gadgets scattered randomly. His cot was a whole other ordeal. There were wires coming out of places there shouldn't be wires and greasy parts had stained the sheets. Every time you looked at it, it was almost like he was still there living among you. So you never touched it.

That was until now when the need for another sleeping place arose.

"He's been watching you like a hawk," Crosshair's voice was quick to pull you away from your thoughts as he quickly changed the subject. You furrowed your eyebrows in slight confusion.

"Who?" You asked.

"Hunter," Crosshair rolled his eyes. His tone almost hinted: who else would it be?

"Oh," you replied softly, not really knowing how to respond to that.

"He worries about you, you know that right?" Crosshair added. He kept his back to you.

"Well, I--I never..." you threw a brief glance over your shoulder, but you were still at a loss for words.

"He'd be better for you," Crosshair confessed. He dropped his gaze down to his hands which shook ever so slightly in his lap. He clasped them together to stop the shaking. "He's cared about you for a long time and he's been able to take care of you. That's more than I can say."

"Crosshair," you breathed steadily. You called out for him and tried to peer around the chair. "What's this all about?"

Contemplating his next words carefully, Crosshair remained silent for a moment. He closed his eyes and turned his head away as if he wanted to run away from all of his thoughts and feelings. But he knew he couldn't do that.

"I---I care about you," Crosshair confessed, but he still refused to look you in the eyes.

Shoulders depleting at his confession, you felt your own breath escape your throat and your heart clenched tightly in your chest. You struggled to find the words to respond, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water.

"B-But I thought..." your voice trailed off as you took a single step forward. You recalled the conversation on Kamino.

"I know what I said!" Crosshair yelled back a little louder than he expected initially. You weakly took a step backwards in retreat, feeling him pushing you away again.

"What changed?" You inquired curiously.

"When I was...in confinement...I had a hard time sleeping," Crosshair began to explain. He kept his gaze locked on his hands as he relived the painful memories. "Every time I managed to fall asleep, I'd think of you. And it made me realize how much I missed you."

There was only silence that followed.

"I've made mistakes; done things that I'm not proud of. But one of my biggest regrets was pushing you away," Crosshair was speaking from the heart.

Before Crosshair knew what was happening, he felt a warm hand come in contact with his cheek. The hand urged him to turn his head and look up directly into your soft and kind eyes. You observed him silently, gazing deeply into the depths of his eyes to look for any deceit or falseness.

But all you could find was a truly broken soul. He had never looked at you like that before with such a tone of pain and hurt behind those eyes. He raised his shaky and unstable hand to grasp your wrist and hold your hand against his cheek. He seemed to lean into your touch, relishing the feeling of your skin against his own.

His hand tremors didn't go unnoticed by you. It was something he carried with him now. And he'd have to find a way to work through that struggle.

There was a part of him that wondered if this was all just another one of his dreams of you. That he'd only imagined escaping prison with Omega, fighting for his life, reuniting with his brothers, and finally confessing his feelings towards you. He closed his eyes and expected to wake up from this horrible dream at any moment. But instead: Crosshair only heard you say.

"I forgive you."

[yunggoblin]

Don’t judge me.

I’m at work; doing nothing.

Free time on my hands as I have an hour before going home.

I’m working on a Bad Batch fanfic 😏

Should be out soon!

[fog-n-dance]

It is 4am here, I’m leaving for work soon, and coming accross art-soop’s amazing art I started thinking about all the haircuts Hunter would want to try over the years on Pabu. All the beard styling and changing and stuff.

And my God, about all the S H I T that Crosshair would give him every. single. time. While of course secretly envying him so hard ‘cause he’s the only one who can do that.

Voilà, that’s gonna be this shift’s mental focus, another good day of zoning out 👌🏻

[clownery-and-fuckery]

The sap is gone, btw

Crosshair never learnt how to care. How to dote, when to stay, when to leave. He never learnt how to share those kind words that always filtered through his mind when he was with his brothers.

No, all Crosshair ever learnt was angry fists and raised voices. Snapping to be quicker, stronger, better. How was he to protect them if they weren't keeping up? He needed them to be at their best.

He can remember the first time he made a brother cry.

He hadn't meant to, not really. He just wanted to- to warn them. Warn them that he wasn't a miracle worker, that their mistakes weren't always fixable. Even if he hadn't technically made a mistake.

He can remember the volume of his voice, feel the shaking as he yelled, cursed, spat because his brother just wasn't listening. He wasn't paying attention.

Crosshair can remember the initial, almighty sob that left his tallest brother the day he didn't stop yelling. He can remember the stifled shock as the bravest, strongest person he knew burst into big, blubbering tears right in front of him.

He can remember watching Wrecker crumble in front of him over a few half-thought through insults. A few jabs that he grew to resent more than anything. He hated it.

He hated that he didn't stop, more.

Crosshair can remember the build up. The insults, the throwaway comments, the cold shoulders that snowballed into some great gusto of tears that he had walked in on.

He was just making sure they weren't falling behind. He didn't want them to fall behind, risk losing everything over something that could be fixed. Crosshair could fix them.

Crosshair can remember walking in on this particular meltdown, but what stuck with him more than anything was the choked out words of his smallest brother, bundled up in the eldest's arms.

Something Crosshair always wanted to learn how to do.

"Why doesn't he like me?" The youngest had asked, hot tears rolling down his face as he cried into the eldest. "I don't understand- I'm doing everything you said. What am I doing wrong?"

"Shh, I know," There it was- the smooth, soothing voice of the more comforting presence, the better sibling. The one they all turned to. "It's not your fault, little one. You're doing everything you can, he just–"

Crosshair can remember Hunter looking to him, then. Staring at him, brows furrowed like he was disgusted. Like he was wronged, confused, as he held their weeping brother.

Crosshair can remember the stare, and he hated what he saw.

"–it's not your fault." Hunter had repeated, tracing soft, slow circles into the back of the youngest's back. "Crosshair is just... you know how he is."

Crosshair can remember storming out before he could hear the response.

He can remember, so vividly, being the last person anyone turned to for comfort. He can remember watching them hesitate, watching them veer away. It hurt. He didn't bother chasing them.

If they didn't want him, they wouldn't have him. Simple as.

Part of Crosshair always remembers turning away his youngest brother, in all his adoration and affection directed towards him, until there was nothing left but a blank, cautious expression upon immediate distress.

Tech stopped reaching out for him. Stopped looking to him for approval after every little thing. He began to turn to Hunter, and Crosshair turned sour.

It wasn't as if he wasn't taking care of them. Crosshair did everything in the same of his squad- of his brothers. But because he didn't layer them with unnecessary praise and affection, he was secluded? How was that fair?

Crosshair can remember the first time he was sought out in a long time, after bitter years of harsh words wore them down. He can remember it well.

Remember the youngest, his only vod'ika, unsure of where to look after Wrecker's grave injury. His eye wasn't salvagable. They didn't know what to do.

Hunter was so, so angry.

Crosshair can remember the youngest finding him, hours into the night, goggles filled to the brim with tears, and without a word, settling beside him to work away on something insignificant.

He can remember stopped short, hearing the sniffing and hitching of his brother, and for once, saying nothing.

Crosshair can remember snapping, shoving his brother off of him with a huff and standing. Demanding he hurry along and find something of use to do.

Crosshair won't ever forget the heartbreak on his youngest brother's face, the devastation in the stoop of his shoulders as he gathered his things.

He remembers being left alone with a short apology for bothering him. Crosshair isn't bothered again.

He remembers the pang of guilt, and feels it everyday, looking to the shattered goggles on the table. A reminder of the guilt.

[margindoodles2407]

i. wow. i am. so lonely

[seeking-elsewhither]

concept from my AU (you know the one):

After that horrific scene on Bracca and Rex manages to save Omega, and after the boys slowly come to, Crosshair, who'd been elbowed hard by a chip-influenced Wrecker, finds himself slowly but surely slipping under the chip's influence. He manages to get this out to his brothers, through gritted teeth and hissed syllables.

Rex stuns him out cold, absolutely zero hesitation - in fact, he's more than a little smug about it (after all he said about Echo and Rex back on Anaxes, it's more than a little deserved.

Understandably, the Batchers all take offense at that because the Captain could've given them at least a warning before he went and did that.

But Hunter's mostly upset because he really really wanted to be the one to stun Crosshair.

[saintvampe]

—   𝐌.   |  THE UNDERGROUND DOES NOT OPEN FOR ANOTHER HOUR, at least: the Saint ( ! ) begins her work early, opening the shutters of her shop and unlocking the door, then starting on renovation plans before anyone had any chance to intervene. that's the way down here: get there first or pay the price. the vampiristic woman enters into her shop for a moment, the bell of the front door dinging once before its frame shutters closed ... and then she emerges moments later, just as the shop - owner next door begins to reach her own stoop, with a metal post in one hand, a hammer in the other. the woman comes to the edge of her store, places the pole between her own postal box and the box of the other shop, and brings her hammer atop its head with a mighty swing. the clanging rings out in triplets, then pause, the world seemingly rattling with sound.

THE UNDERGROUND DOES NOT OPEN FOR ANOTHER THIRTY MINUTES, and she is still hammering away at the wretched thing, moved on to another corner in her imagined square. the hammer comes down quick and swift, heavy as a bat. the metal rings out with offensive revelry.

the other shop - owner, @godwitch, comes to the outside, right under her awning. What are you doing? the question is asked in a quick pace of tone, as if she were trying to expel it quicker than the hammer's blow. the vampiristic woman glances upwards, brown eyes flashing sweet. Oh, she begins, hello, neighbor! Well, I had this plan of changing up my layout. I need a bigger patio for winter months...

the woman stares at her with storm - grey eyes, the tallness of her almost, for a moment, seeming to match the Saint. her mouth opens, and hushed, even - toned and quick: " you’re not the only one who gets to make plans. "

here, the vampiristic woman gives a childish groan. annoyance races through her like an arrow, shooting into her forehead and behind her eyes. the Saint ( ! ) turns with a swiftness towards the woman, teeth begging to be bared. an angry step is taken forwards, though there is no anger in her face, just strange curiosity, slight offense: a cocked head, a grimacing mouth.  ❝   WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ? [ a moment passes. the anger leaves and is replaced with joyous grin, fangs showed. a chuckle passes her red mouth. ] ... are you jealous that you didn't think of it first ?  oh, there will be other ideas...  ❞ and she returns to her hammering, the world filled again with awful noise.

[questforgalas]

Sorry my Star Wars and ghostsoap followers. Lucanis Dellamorte has possessed me and refuses to let me go and so I’m making it everyone’s problem. Hopefully Crosshair doesn’t get too jealous

[clonegirlie]

Ok I loved this scene and all but Hunter sweetie you have to chill a bit

Like have you forgotten this entire incident

She is not even looking at you and she made your exact same expression! She is mimicking Crosshair now cause she have you all figured out by now!

Hunter is having “Omega likes Phee better than me” flashbacks 🤣

[pinkanonwrites]

Please please please can you write more about bayverse bee? He’s one of my favs and doesn’t get enough attention cuz of the movies reputation 😭 there’s something rlly charming about him and I can’t even describe it. Definitely feel like he’d be one of the more possessive iterations, and VERY touch starved

God it's been SO LONG since I've watched any of the Bayverse movies but Bayverse Bee holds such a special place in my heart that I pray I can do him justice for these.

BAYVERSE BUMBLEBEE HCs

Bayverse Bumblebee is both incredibly protective and incredibly possessive of you. He'll throw himself in harms way again and again to keep you safe, the dings and dents and scratches he receives meaning basically nothing to him when he knows it was to keep you safe. He gets jealous pretty easy too, whether it's a human trying to flirt with you or a bot like Crosshairs or Hot Rod getting just a bit too fresh. He's not above blaring his horn or blasting his radio to scare off someone leaning against him to try and get your attention.

Huggy buggy Bee, he loves to hold you and carry you around. Not just in his vehicle-mode either, though he definitely enjoys the feeling of your hands on his steering wheel. His favorite place to have you sit is up onto his shoulder, gripping onto one of his antennae for stability.

I think he's very open about both verbal and physical affection regardless of who's around; he has basically no shame. He flirts with you constantly, regardless of how long you've been in a relationship, and he just melts whenever you do the same. The downside to that is he can be a handsy little motherfucker, even in public. It's hard to focus on whatever the newest government goon is trying to tell the Autobots when Bee is more entertained by the idea of getting his digits up your shirt.

Like basically every other Bee, he loves to take you out for drives. Nothing says "I love you." to a speedster like him than asking to rip around the open desert, blasting whatever rock music is on the radio.

[neon-junkie]

How would TBB react to seeing the reader about to leave on a night out dressed up in a super hot outfit?

Gender-neutral reader, but feminine presenting. Words like 'beautiful' and 'pretty' are used!

Hunter - Even with half of his face tattooed, he still manages to blush through the thickness of the ink. - He's truly lost for words. - Hunter has an adorable stutter as he compliments, "wow, you look… nice- I mean, incredible. Good. Beautiful?" - Hunter then facepalms as he scolds himself for picking "nice" as his first compliment. Ugh, you look so much more than nice! - You'll both be giggling as Hunter takes a deep breath, and begins going into detail about how good you look, highlighting the specific parts that really stand out to him. - You're heading out with friends, but Hunter is quietly hinting that he wants to come along. Totally not because he's jealous or anything, but because he hopes to meet your friends, right? The friends that he's met several times before? Yeah! - Tell him that you'll still be looking this good when you come back home later tonight, and he'll get the hint. - However, he may need to leave a fresh mark or two on your neck, just to get the point across that you're taken.

Echo - This poor, poor man is going to turn the deepest shade of red when he finally sees you. - Why, just WHY did you have to wear that specific outfit that he loves so much?! And you're going out without him too?! Oh, what a tease! - Echo is lost for words as he gushes over you. He feels like it's his wedding day - How is he this lucky? How did he land an angel like you? - There's a tear in his eye as you smother him in kisses, reassuring him that you're all his, that you're the lucky one for being with him, that you can't wait to come home and snuggle up with him later. - Echo doesn't ask for much, but he would like to be kept in the loop on your whereabouts. Purely for your own safety! - "And when you reach the next bar, just comm me. Your friends have my comm number too, don't they? If anything goes wrong, and you want picking up-" blahblahblah. - One final smother in reassuring kisses, and you're good to hit the town!

Wrecker - His mouth instantly hangs open, his eyes turn wide, and his facial expression swiftly turns into a grin as he comments, "HOT!!" - You know in cartoons where the character's mouth drops open, and they begin howling and barking? Yeah, that's Wrecker. - Seriously, you look hot, and Wrecker's going to ensure that you know it. - "Look at you! I can't believe I got myself an angel as sweet as you!" - He'll mention how he's sad that he's not tagging along, but he'll assure you that it's important you spend your time with your friends. - Wrecker isn't as clingy as he seems. After all, he'll be right here, waiting for your return. - And when you do return, all your hangover needs will be met. A tall glass of water waiting for you, a midnight snack, breakfast in bed, and a big buff man to cuddle you back to health!

Tech - This will go one of two ways: - Option one: Tech eyes you up and down, and with a firm nod, he comments, "that is suitable attire for your evening. I hope you enjoy yourself." - Option two: Tech's brain short circuits. He can barely muster up a thought, let alone a comment. Radio silence, but his expression says it all. - Either way, Tech is more than impressed with your outfit choice, and how stunning you look. He just… struggles to find the words, like a deer in the headlights. - Give him a few moments, and you'll be met with suitable praise. "How exquisite you look, a truly elegant and radiant creature." - Tech can't pinpoint one specific word to describe how beautiful you look, so instead, he selects the most complex and in-depth ones. He doesn't want to rely on a 'standard compliment.' - A few kisses later, and you're off to meet your friends. All the while, Tech begins pacing around the Marauder like a lost puppy. He needs to keep himself occupied until you return!

Crosshair - He's instantly thirsty for you, smiling cheekily as he eyes you up, gawking at the sight of you. - Crosshair has a way with words, and spews out his praise, all whilst kneading at your waist, his hands trailing down to grab your ass whilst he steals a handful of kisses from you. - And then it dawns on him… - You're going out with your friends tonight, not him… - Jealousy swiftly takes over, and his compliment turn into teasing (yet petty) jabs. Nothing to hurt your feelings, though. - "Any reason why you're wearing this tonight? Do you need more attention? Am I not enough for you?" - Whilst his tone is teasing, there's a desperate need for validation. - Yes, he knows you'd never be stupid and hurt him, but… can you please remind him one more time? - Don't be surprised when you leave, and minutes later, Crosshair sends you a holotext. "Comm me if you need anything, Beautiful."

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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

(disclaimer: none of these works are mine, but i find each and every

one beautiful and decided to share the talents of these amazing

writers!)

Aleksander Morozova:

Secret Affairs “rumors and whispers are circulating in the little palace that general kirigan has found himself a mysterious woman whom he spends his nights with” by @kasagia

Marking by @simp2537 (18+)

Billy Russo:

The Manhattan Murders Series “three years ago, you left your hometown of woodsboro for new york to start over, but when people around you start dying, you realize a ghost from your past has returned” by @chvoswxtch

Rescue Mission “during a disastrous blind date you reach out to your best friend billy, and he offers to come to your rescue” by @marvelmusing

Crosshairs “after a few months of stalking billy, you make a decision to curb your obsession, believing that he deserves better than you. billy doesn’t agree.” by @marvelmusing

Hunted “as part of a training exercise with anvil, you’re tasked with remaining hidden in the city for an entire week. when billy tracks you down on the last night, he decides to teach you a leason.” by @marvelmusing (18+)

Barber Shop “you give billy’s beard a trim, giving him the opportunity to think over how lucky he is to have you.” by @marvelmusing

Waiting “you’ll always wait for billy, and he’ll always come home to you.” by @marvelmusing

Sweetness “billy russo loves all things sweet, and you take up a particular spot in his heart” by @marvelmusing

Window by @thyme-in-a-bubble (18+)

Misbehavior “billy takes you to one of his favorite restaurants, but you can’t seem to behave how he wants you to” by @marvelmusing (18+)

Just Wanted To Hear Your Voice “billy hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.” by @chvoswxtch

Sneaking Around “you’ve been sneaking around with billy, and your brother finds out.” by @that-sarcastic-writer (18+)

Penny For Your Thoughts by @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend (18+)

Remus Lupin:

His First Time by @ellecdc (18+)

A Couple Months Later by @rainydayathogwarts

Soft Dom by @inkdrinkerworld (18+)

Setting Up “james trying to get remus and reader together and setting them up. potter!reader x remus secret relationship au” by @rainydayathogwarts

No Boundries “bestfriend remus with no boundries” by @mallowsweetmiri

Chocolate Trope by @theemporium (18+)

Sirius Black:

The Cutest Thing “when you visit the marauder’s dorm to ask remus for help with your charm’s homework, you’re surprised to find a large black dog in the room.” by @latenightreadingpdf

Fancy Ride “sirius gets jealous when you’re sharing stories from your date with evan, so you put him in his place” by @rainydayathogwarts

Always There “sirius black x girlfriend!reader who doesn’t give up on him even when he gives up on himself” by @iamgonnagetyouback

You Are Gonna Sit There And Watch by @thyme-in-a-bubble (18+)

James Potter:

Trouble In Hollywood “after spending years as an aspiring actress, everything seems to be finally falling into place. for one thing, you landed your first lead role staring in a new tv series filming in la. the only problem: you can’t stand your co-star” by @everythingisromant1c

Kiss And Makeup “james ruins reader’s date and attempts to make it better’ by @amiableness

Lip Combo “james watching you apply your lip combo tries to distract you from your lip gloss” by @rainydayathogwarts

A Dare Too Far “james was dared to make you fall in love with him. unknown to him, he was falling for you too. but soon the truth comes out and you are left heartbroken” by @srslyblvck

Eating Out “james eating you out under your skirt in the corner of a corridor” by @theemporium (18+)

Bloody Hell “enemies to lovers, period sex” by @lizard-on-a-window-pane (18+)

Morning Sex “you need james as soon as you wake up, and he needs you” by @pretty-little-mind33

A Date? by @iamgonnagetyouback

Dad!James by @amiableness

I Think He Knows “your boyfriend promises to watch over you when you want to get drunk” by @pretty-little-mind33 (18+)

Wolfstar x Reader:

A Baby? “your worst fears come true when you realize that sirius and remus didn’t want kids” by @iamgonnagetyouback

Fit In “wolfstar x reader who feels like she doesn’t fit in” by @iamgonnagetyouback

Drunk Reader “reader gets tipsy and starts being verbally affectionate when she normally isn’t” by @moonstruckme

Caught In The Middle “sirius’ worst nightmare comes true when both you and remus get your time of the months together” by @iamgonnagetyouback

Poly Marauders:

Seer Reader by @ellecdc

Pregnancy “poly!marauders x pregnant!reader who padfoot is obsessed with” by @ellecdc

Praise Kink by @moonstruckme (18+)

Costume Shopping “you go costume shopping with your boys” by @mischievousmoony

Forgotten Series “after being the forgotten one your whole life, you thought that they wouldn’t forget you” by @iamgonnagetyouback

Guess “reader is blindfolded and has to guess which one of her bfs is fucking her” by @brokenmenswhore (18+)

Say My Name by @myfictionaldreams (18+)

Taste “reader has a very strong gag reflex, so the boys never ask her to blow them, and you love them for it. but today, you want to taste them” by @thebestofoneshots

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