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Can i request a funny hc’s with the bad batch where the batcher sees their gender neutral s/o bending down thinking they’re gonna propose but they’re actually tying their shoe,

Batcher: “yes I will marry you!”

S/o: “oh I was just tying my shoe.”

Batcher: “we’re still getting married anyways 😒”

😁

I think I'm gonna have fun with this one!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Accidental Proposal

Warnings: So far none/Mostly Fluff and Fun

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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You've been a happy couple for quite a while, so this misunderstanding doesn't really seem that far-fetched.

Hunter

As you bend down to tie your shoe, which has come loose, you hear Hunter draw in his breath sharply, and a moment later, a soft, "Oh my God." Just before you reach for the laces, you pause in confusion and look up, alarmed, already prepared to perhaps be in for an unpleasant surprise. But Hunter stands there staring down at you, downright expectant. Suddenly, a smirk appears on his lips, and he asks, "Too nervous to pop the question?" You blink several times, completely perplexed. "Uh..." His smirk widens, and he waves it off, his ears turning red. "It doesn't matter sweetie, honestly I thought I was going to. But I'm certainly not complaining, and I'm saying, 'Yes'" You stare at him. "Okay? That's fine. But what's the question to this yes?" Hunter freezes in his movement, his smirk disappearing. "You're on one knee in front of me, looking up at me," he says, pointing at you with both hands. "Yeah, right. My shoelace is untied." Hunter's eyes go wide. "Oh..." Then he says defiantly, "We're still getting married". You stand back up and look at him with raised eyebrows, "Oh yeah?" "Yes, and what just happened here, we won't tell anyone. If anyone asks; I proposed to you, romantically and all"

You giggle softly and he raises a brow critically. But then he smiles and gives you a gentle kiss.

Echo

He turns to you and at the same moment you go down on one knee because of your shoe.

"Oh my God."

You look up, startled.

Echo is standing there, one hand on his chest as if he has to stop his heart from racing away.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

Echo takes a deep breath and then says with a soft laugh, "Sure, everything's fine, I just wasn't prepared for this."

You frown and say, "Well, neither was I, I was sure I made a double loop thus the shoelace wouldn't keep coming undone."

Echo blinks, holding his breath, freezing in his movement, then his gaze moves to your fingers, already gripping the laces.

"Goddamn it," he curses softly, rolling his eyes.

He turns away again, and you stand up, confused.

"What's wrong?" you ask in alarm.

"Nothing at all, it's fine," he says curtly.

"It doesn't sound like it"

"Just forget it," he waves it off and plunges back into work.

It's not until a few weeks later, over a small barbecue and some spotchkas, that Echo tells you what he was really thinking and misinterpreted your kneeling as a proposal. That same night, you propose to him for real. You've never seen Echo so radiant before.

Wrecker

As you kneel to tie your shoe, you hear Wrecker say breathlessly, "Oh boy…"

You look up questioningly.

"What's wrong?"

"This is so unexpected," he says, grinning sheepishly with flushed ears.

You frown, imagining all sorts of things about what he must be thinking you're up to.

"I don't know," he says slowly, "Are we there yet? I think we might really be ready. Are you really ready?"

You say dryly, "To tie my shoe? Yes I think so, in any case I am in the right position already."

His eyes get big, and he stares at you stunned, suddenly he laughs so hard that tears come to his eyes. You grin at him, but you don't really know what he's laughing about. Then you think about what he said and join in the laughter.

Finally, Wrecker wipes the tears of laughter from his face, grabs you by the hips and sits you down on a waist-high wall in front of him.

"That was funny, but we'll keep that between you and me, right?" he asks gently.

You nod with a grin and kiss his strong chin.

"Don't worry, big guy, it'll be our secret".

Tech

As you get down on your knees, he begins to stammer uneasily. "Oh gods, oh my goodness, this is unexpected.... uh, okay, take it easy." Astonished, you look up at him. "You okay, Tech?" His hand runs over the back of his neck, as he often does when he's very nervous or having a particularly shy moment. "Um, well, I'm fine. I'm just not sure if we're ready yet. Both of us as a couple, I mean. This gesture is wonderful, and I've been thinking about it too, we'd make a great couple I think..." "Tech." "Maybe even great parents. So when I think about spending my whole life with someone, I have to say you're the only person I can really imagine that with..." "Tech?" "But there's so much to consider, finances, living situation, family and so on. That's a big, heavy decision-" "TECH!"

He blinks and looks at you, startled. "Why are you screaming like that?" "Because you completely misunderstand me and have drifted back into one of your tunnel modes. I was just tying my shoe, my shoelace had come undone. There are no serious decisions to be made at the moment" He blinks several times and looks at you from wide eyes. "Oh" he says softly, "Somehow I'm very embarrassed right now". You smirk and draw his attention back to you as his gaze wanders with his ears reddening in shame. "Tech?" "Hmm?" "I love you." He blinks, then smiles and gently reaches for your waist to pull you close. After a soft kiss, he whispers, "I love you too".

Crosshair

As you drop to your knees, he almost immediately pulls you back up by your shoulders in a downright panic.

You stare at him in confusion.

You ask startled, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"No," he says sternly, "No, we're not there yet, I'm not ready for that depth of commitment."

You frown, at a loss for words at first.

"I'm not ready yet," he says sternly, "But I will be, at a later time, okay?"

You blink and look at him calmly, even though you're suppressing a laugh right now. But Crosshair obviously misunderstands your demeanor.

"Don't look at me like that," Crosshair murmurs, "You know I love you, but that's a step too far okay, I can't go that far yet."

"Neither can I," you say dryly, "Because my shoelace is untied."

He stares at you, and you stare back, hard-pressed not to laugh.

He clears his throat and says, "Okay, that's a good one, I'll give you that, the one about taking the next step and leaving your shoelace untied."

You start grinning broadly, and he says dead serious, "You won't tell anyone about that, or I'll make myself a widower before we get married."

You laugh and let him pull you into his arms. He kisses your neck and murmurs, "I mean it".

"Sure, honey," you say with a laugh and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

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Why does it seem like it's always the adults writing rpf... like shouldn't you know better by that point

bad caf

relationships: crosshair x reader

masterlist

word count: 1700

warnings: medic reader (yes this is a warning im sorry its basic), injuries but its not super descriptive, fluff

summary: 2 idiots would rather not talk than admit their obvious feelings

author's note: sorry for the lack of posts. im trying to write more than i do but school is taking up most of my time. i have so many drafts that im trying to finish. hopefully more posts soon. i also want to start a series. thanks for reading :)

divider by saradika

Your feelings for Crosshair were confusing.

Well, maybe not yours, but figuring out how he felt was.

You knew how you felt. You liked him. You liked everything about him, although you would never admit it out loud to anyone. You didn’t know how he felt, though. Somedays you thought there was something there, but Crosshair was so quick to change moods that you could never really tell. He would do everything that would say that he felt something, the lingering touches, the small conversations that he wouldn’t have with anyone else other than you, but it was Crosshair. Nothing ever made sense with him.  

The day had started as it usually did. Crosshair wakes up before everyone else, not being able to sleep. He makes you caf. It’s the horrible kind, but somehow, he finds a way to make yours enjoyable. He leaves it on the shelf in your bunk, not bothering to wake you. The smell of it is what stirs you awake, only to find he had already left the room. This had been happening for several rotations. Always the same. You stumble out of your bunk, careful not to wake anyone else, and head to the refresher with the caf in hand. It was too early to already be thinking about your feelings for him.  

You sat down with him before anyone else was awake. This was your favorite part of the day. Crosshair was more vulnerable without his brothers around him. You both sat there drinking your caf. You tried to savor it just so you could have more time with him. Little did you know, he was doing the same thing.

“The caf is terrible.”

He laughs a little, something most people don’t see from him. It makes your heart swell.

“It always is, yet you still drink it.”

He was right. He didn’t know you only liked it because he made it.

You looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. He rarely smiles. He has the cutest smile. Gods you have to stop thinking like that, but you can’t help it when he looks like that. For a moment, you thought he was finally going to say something about what was going on between you both.

Tech walked into the small room and just like that, the moment was over. It wasn’t Tech’s fault. You were probably just reading too far into it. Nothing was going on between you and Crosshair.

If you would’ve known the day would end with you being shot by a Separatist droid, you would’ve stayed in your bunk.

The mission couldn’t have gone any worse. There were more droids than expected. Tech was injured, which is why you ended up injured as well. Being a medic during a war meant taking risks to help others during a battle.

Crosshair didn’t care. He didn’t want you anywhere near the action. He wanted you to stay on the ship. But he knew the second Tech had gotten hurt, you would be there. Tech could handle himself, he always did even before you were there. He only had a cut, sure it was big, but he would have made it out just fine. Now you were laying here unconscious and there was nothing he could do. All because you made a stupid decision to help Tech. He felt horrible. He could only watch as Tech stitched your side.

Crosshair knew he had feelings for you. He hated it. It made him soft. Vulnerable. Weak. Things that he couldn’t afford to be during a war. You were their medic. It was wrong. But he couldn’t help it. The way you smiled, the way you treated him so gently, the way you matched his sarcasm. It made him melt. He loved it, all of it. And he hated that he did.

Something awoken in his head the moment he saw you unconscious. He knew Tech had given you something to knock you out, but he still felt guilty somehow. Like he should’ve been there to protect you. He decided in that moment that he couldn’t do this anymore. He would push away all feelings for you. It was changing him and he couldn’t have that. Not now, not when any of them could die at any moment. And especially not when you didn’t feel the same.

Crosshair was different after that day. He didn’t speak to you anymore, didn’t look at you, and definitely wouldn’t make you caf anymore. It had been months since your injury. You were physically fine, but the emotions were taking its toll. You missed his sarcastic remarks, you missed the way he would roll his eyes at you, you missed his laugh. You missed him. It wasn’t like he wasn’t there. He was physically there. You just couldn’t figure out why he shut you out. It hurt.

You and Wrecker were sitting in the cockpit. It was Wrecker’s watch, but you couldn’t sleep. It was nice to just sit with him and watch space as it flew past.

“What’s going on with you and Crosshair?”

Of course Wrecker would ask. He was your best friend. You just didn’t think anyone noticed anything was different.

“I’m not sure what you mean. Nothing’s going on,” you replied. You couldn’t tell him how you felt, especially not with the risk of anyone else hearing. It was stupid, you trusted Wrecker, but you couldn’t admit it if you can’t even find the courage to talk to Crosshair about it.

“You both aren’t talking to each other. And you seem sad.”

That was true. You were sad. You missed him so badly, even in just a friendly way.

“I promise there isn’t anything going on. You know how Crosshair is.”

That was also true. There was nothing going on.

You sat there for a few more minutes before deciding you should try to sleep again. It was late and you couldn’t spend another sleepless night longing for Crosshair. At least you could ignore the pain in your sleep. You said good night to Wrecker and walked out.

You didn’t expect Crosshair to be sitting in a chair cleaning his rifle. Had he heard what Wrecker said? You hadn’t been alone with him since before the accident. You should have just kept walking, but you just stood there staring at him. It wasn’t until he moved to get up that you said anything.

“Wait… please,” you whispered at the end.

He stared at you. He didn’t say a word, just stared waiting for you to talk. Gods his eyes were so pretty. And just like that, all of the emotions came crashing down on you. You loved him. And you needed him to listen.

“I’m not sure what I did or if I even did anything. If you don’t want to talk that is fine. You are not obligated to. But I need you to know you don’t have to leave a room every time I come in. You don’t have to ignore me. You don’t have to do anything for me. I don’t need an explanation for any of it. I just need you to know that I miss you.”

Fuck. You didn’t mean to say that last part. It all came out in a jumble of words. Maybe he didn’t hear it. He certainly wasn’t responding. You could feel the tears about to come any second. You moved to walk away, just needing to get away from his stare.

Just as you were about to walk into the bunks, you heard him.

“I miss you too.”

You stopped. Did he actually say that or am I imagining it? You turned around to see him staring at you again. It didn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t he talk to you then?

“I want to talk to you, I just don’t know how,” he whispered.

It was making even less sense now. You walked back to where he was and sat down.

“You almost died.”

Oh. That’s what this was about.

“Cross, I’m fine. It wasn’t that bad, I barely even have a scar from it,” you lifted your shirt as you spoke, showing him the small scar above your hip.

“You know I’m not good at this. I’m not good at talking about… my feelings,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean your feelings?”

He looks at you with those pretty eyes again. Fuck. You were going to crumble. His hand reaches for yours. He rubs his thumb against your knuckles. Gods can he hear how fast your heart is beating? He intertwines his hand with yours and looks at you once again.

You get it. You understand all of it now. For months he’s been trying to tell you in his own mysterious way. No one else would understand him. It wouldn’t be enough for anyone else, but it is for you. Because you understand him better than anyone.

“I love you.”

He says it. He doesn’t have to. You knew he always did. It all makes sense.

“I love you too. Always have.”

You didn’t have to say it back. He always knew you did. Because just as you know him, he knows you. Better than anyone else.

You both sat there for hours, enjoying each other’s company, talking about everything and nothing all at once. His hand didn’t leave yours for more than a second the rest of the night. You had no idea what any of this meant for both of you going forward, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in this moment. He loves you. You love him. You could figure it out in the morning.

You woke up the next morning to the feeling of someone climbing in your bunk. You opened your eyes to see Crosshair with 2 cups of caf. He set them down on the shelf where he always does. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. You love him. And he loves you.

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