Hey there!
Could you please write a Crosshair x reader where they’re besties and reader is super touchie, wich makes people always tease them. one day reader just kiss Crosshair out of nowhere and confess liking him. It would be a fluff (:. Thank you!!
OOO! I'm absolutely in love with this, hell yes! I am a huge sucker for friends that flirt and it's mutual that the relationship flourishes.
Maybe More Than Friends
The Bad Batch. Crosshair/Reader. (Request). | writing-positivelyexisting🫧
Walking off the Marauder, your arm was comfortably slung on Crosshair's shoulder, both of you having cocky grins on your face. The team behind you watched with raised eyebrows and confused smiles. You and the Batch had just come back to Kamino from a successful mission of stopping an illegal spice smuggling. But the reason you and Crosshair were smiling was because you had a close call with death.
He was firing from atop a platform with you by his side. You were a battle medic and stayed in the safest spots which were almost always where the sniper was. (It's really how you and the man became friends so quickly). The smugglers fired back and one of the blasts struck at your feet making you stumble backwards. You lost your balance and braced for the long fall ahead of you but a familiar hand had caught your arm.
You opened your eyes to see Crosshair's usual scowl, toothpick stuck snugly between his lips. "Thought I wouldn't catch you?"
"You really know how to make a girl fall in love with you," you smiled as he pulled you back to your feet.
"Just you."
It was a romantic moment, considering the flirting, but you knew him better than that.
At the cafeteria, you sat next to Cross and immediately the eyes of every other clone were on you. Since joining the Bad Batch and having a close relationship with the grumpy sniper, you've had eyes on you. It wasn't until one of the regs asked if you and Crosshair were dating did you understand why.
"No, we're not." You and him said it simultaneously. It kind of freaked the reg out but he didn't press further.
So, by now you were used to it. It was kind of funny to you, though. You and him were really touchy sometimes. Crosshair would fix your hair if it wasn't neat, or lean against you with his arm around your shoulder. Hell, he'd even let you disassemble and reassemble his Firepuncher from time to time when it was a slow day. And you would hug on the man despite his gruff huffs and shoves, you'd link your arm with his when the team was off-world, resupplying the Marauder for the return home.
You two really did look like a couple most times.
And at some point, his brother's began to tease the two of you. Mostly Hunter and Wrecker, occasionally Echo and Tech.
"Oh look, the wife and husband are back from grocery shopping," Hunter said one time when the two of you returned to the Marauder with food.
You laughed but Crosshair glared, taking his toothpick from his lips to speak. "We aren't dating. Quit saying that." His arm promptly unlinked with yours and pushed ahead of you inside the ship. It stung, but it was how he was.
You gave Hunter a shrug, "He's sensitive, what can you do?" Hunter chuckled and nodded his head.
The truth is that you did have feelings for Crosshair. It wasn't intentional at all. You were constantly by his side when on missions, so you decided to make friends with the guy. (Otherwise it would be awkward). He didn't seem to hate your presence and eventually started talking to you without any trouble. Then, the flirting.
He was the one to flirt first, believe it or not. Crosshair caught you staring at him. You were zoned out, truthfully, and didn't know you were staring at him. He straightened his posture and called your attention.
When you blinked and tilted your head, he smirked. "Fallin' for me?"
It shocked you and made you want to chuckle at the same time. You intended to say, 'yeah right', but you decided to play along. "Oh, yeah. Hardcore."
It earned you an amused huff before he flicked his toothpick at you. "Don't," he said, "I'm bad news."
The flirting continued moving forward, which was honestly fine with you. You enjoyed it and you didn't want to make anything awkward by not doing it or asking for it to stop. It felt like it was too late for that. Only when you realized that you had actually fallen for Crosshair did it start to hurt, little by little.
"Hey." A flick to your forehead brought you back from wherever your mind had wandered off to. "You feelin' okay?"
You took a deep inhale and smiled. "Of course."
"Good." His hand touched your shoulder and you swore it lingered for a few seconds. "Hate to have our medic down."
You could only nod, shoveling your food into your mouth to keep busy.
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The following day was another mission. This time you were helping one of the Jedi's fight the Separatists. These missions were always a favorite for the Batch. They got to show off their enhanced abilities to the regs.
Once again, you were with Crosshair. He was leading the way up a mountain, finding the perfect spot. You continuously looked behind you to see just how high you had climbed. You could barely see the waiting troopers down below in the valley, waiting for orders. You turned back to see Crosshair lightly tossing his rifle up on a ledge before climbing up.
You followed and took a few moments to get your footing when he crouched down to offer you his hand. You smirked up at him and placed your hand in his. "Promise not to drop me?"
Crosshair lifted you up with ease, helping you steady yourself on the small ledge. "Only a fool would drop a girl like you."
That line quite literally sealed your fate. It was so different from his usual flirting. His tone was deeper and more personal. You took the leap. You leaned in and gave his lips the quickest kiss known to the universe. It was like it didn't even happen. But it did. And Crosshair felt it like it was a full kiss.
There was only a brisk moment of silence before Crosshair took out his toothpick and properly kissed you. His hand was holding your face, his fingertips just through your hairline at your ear, his other hand standing up his rifle. Both your hands held onto him, one on his bicep and the other on his shoulder. The kiss was longer but not by much, he still needed to get to the vantage point.
When he let you go and put back his toothpick he smirked at your blushing face. "That's a proper kiss, cyar'ika."
"I know how to kiss, ass!"
"Care to demonstrate?"
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p.s. I love this man!! I wrote this in the setting of Season 1 because this where we had a much more wholesome kind of Crosshair, I hope you don’t mind! Thank you for requesting, this was so fun for me to write! <3
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