CAPTAIN REX | First Appearance Of Each Season In Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008-2020)

CAPTAIN REX | First appearance of each season in Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008-2020)

How about how the bad batch boys (female reader) react to you giving them unexpected HUG? 🫂 because we all need a hug in our lives 😊 as fluffy as you can make it please! Congratulations on 4000 followers 😊

Unexpected First Hug

The Bad Batch X F!Reader

warnings: Mostly fluff, maybe a mention or two of reader feeling down/homesick. First hug with the Bad Batch. Some mutual pining if you squint. Female reader but can probably be read as GN too. Crosshair reunited with brothers. Not proofread.

authors note: thank you for the request! Enjoy some hugs 🫂

Echo 🤍

You missed him.

Actually, you found yourself missing him. deeply. But Echo's decision to go with Rex and Senator Chuchi had filled you with pride. However, as days turned into weeks, the void left by his absence grew more noticeable.

When you said your goodbyes, something felt incomplete. Perhaps words left unsaid or a simple handshake would have sufficed. But in the solitude of your bunk, thoughts of him kept creeping into your mind, and you couldn't help but picture him right beside you.

Then came the day when Echo surprised everyone by announcing his return to Pabu. Excitement surged through your stomach, eager to hear his tales and, most of all, to just be close to him again.

What neither of you expected, judging by the surprise on Echo's face, was when, as soon as he hopped off the gangplank, you raced over, outpacing even Omega and Hunter, and embraced him.

Your arms encircled his shoulders, your chest flushed against his, and Echo stammered your name in astonishment at the unexpected impact.

“H-Hello,” he appeared flustered by the emotion, and yet, the hug, something you'd never shared before, just felt so right.

“Hi, sorry I just,” you pulled away yet your arms lingered around his shoulders, “really missed you.”

You see his eyes widen ever so slightly and a shy smile etched on his face. “Oh, well, I missed you too.” He says softly, hands ever so gently placing onto your hips. “A lot.”

Hunter 🤍

“Hey, come with me.”

Hunter's voice pulled you from your thoughts as you observed Omega playing outside. You turned to face him on the gangplank, watching as he disappears inside.

You followed him back into the ship, a curious brow raised, inquiring about his intentions.

As you walked, you asked, "What do you want?" But Hunter remained tight-lipped until he stopped and faced you, arms folded. "What do you think?"

You stood before him, perplexed. "What do I think about what?"

"Your new helmet," he replied with a mischievous smirk, moving aside to reveal - of course - a brand new helmet.

For weeks, you'd been pestering Hunter for some equipment, just to enhance your safety and readiness on missions. His responses had usually been along the lines of 'maybe one day' or 'not right now,' which was understandable, given the constant struggle for credits.

Your excitement couldn't be contained as you exclaimed, "No way!" You eagerly picked up the helmet, admiring its design and paint job.

Hunter asked, "So, will that do?"

Instead of a simple "yes," you showed your gratitude by wrapping your arms around Hunter's waist, drawing him into an embrace.

Hunter felt his skin warm at the unexpected contact, and he awkwardly patted your back, his mind racing with thoughts of doing more, but uncertainty held him back. "I'll take that as a yes then," he chuckled softly, instantly missing the warmth of your touch as you pulled away.

In his own thoughts, he berated himself, thinking, "Idiot!" for not giving you a proper hug in return but seeing you ecstatic with your new gear was enough to satisfy him.

Wrecker 🤍

"Hey, are you comin'—what's wrong?"

Wrecker's voice broke through your thoughts at a vulnerable moment. You were overwhelmed with homesickness, and as you sought solace, Wrecker happened to discover you wiping away tears from your cheeks.

You put on a brave face, replying with a soft laugh, "Oh, nothing, don't worry. Just homesick." You felt grateful as he quietly took a seat beside you.

"Yeah, bet it's not easy being away from home when you're with us lot!" Wrecker said with a sheepish grin, but your smile didn't quite reach your eyes. Sensing your distress, Wrecker gently wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and despite your efforts to contain your emotions, tears began to flow.

Your lips quivered, and tears streamed down your cheeks. You turned into Wrecker, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled yourself close to him.

The contact initially stunned him, and he wore a shocked expression, but as he felt your tears on his neck and saw you burying your face, he sighed softly and embraced you just as wholeheartedly. His large hands gently rubbed your back, offering you the comfort you desperately needed.

Tech 🤍

"I believe I have something of yours," Tech announced as he walked into the cockpit, instantly piquing your curiosity. You couldn't quite recall giving him anything of yours, so you shot him a confused look. In response, he raised your datapad and playfully wiggled it in the air. "You should be careful where you leave things, especially during missions."

Your stomach plummeted, and your jaw dropped. You felt foolish for being so careless. Hunter had always stressed the importance of keeping your gear with you. The potential consequences of someone finding your device and tracking the others' locations weighed heavily on your mind. In a hushed tone, you asked, "Does Hunter know?" To your relief, Tech shook his head.

"I thought I'd do you the decency of giving you a warning. If it were Hunter who had discovered your oversight, the consequences would have been far more severe." Tech's reminder left you both relieved and also sincerely grateful for his discretion.

You stood up quickly, taking the device from Tech's grasp, and expressed your gratitude, saying, "Honestly, Tech, thank you. You didn't have to do that."

Tech remained nonchalant, replying, "I'm aware." But then, you took a step towards him. He watched you curiously, not used to being so close to you and especially as you gently wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled yourself into a hug, chin resting just in his shoulder.

He nearly dropped his own datapad at the unexpected physical contact, feeling his heart thump in his chest at the unfamiliar sensation. Tech had never been hugged before, and having someone he was growing fond of embrace him was certainly intriguing.

"Thanks again," you whisper softly in his ear before pulling away, leaving him in a state of surprise and curiosity.

Crosshair 🤍

You had been sitting there for a while, twiddling your thumbs and contemplating how to express your immense appreciation for Crosshair after the day's mission. He had saved you from a dangerous situation, and thanks to him, you were still alive and kicking. However, Crosshair was known for his intense and stoic demeanor, and you hadn't seen much gratitude directed his way since reuniting with his brothers and Omega. But, you wanted to change that. It was about time.

As you watched him at his makeshift shooting range, knocking down old canisters and bottles, you slowly made your way beside him.

"Don't say anything," he stated without even looking at you as you approached, causing you to pause with your words caught in your throat. You had anticipated this reaction from him, but you still felt the need to express your feelings.

"But—"

"Don't," he interrupted, lowering his rifle and glancing over his shoulder at you, his steely eyes piercing through you. "It was... nothing," he grumbled before turning his gaze away.

To him, maybe.

Disheartened, you turned to walk away, but an impulse tugged at you. You turned back to him and boldly wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his back.

Crosshair took a deep breath and stumbled slightly in his spot. But he didn't push you away. In fact, for a brief moment, he lowered his head and allowed the embrace. He hadn't felt this level of comfort in a long time. His rifle fell to the ground, and for a moment, he considered resting his hand on your arms, to touch you in return, but he resisted, not wanting to reveal his vulnerability at that moment.

"Alright, get off," he finally said after just a few seconds.

As you let go, he looked back at you however and there was just a faint hint of a smile. "You're welcome."

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Who would be more willing to teach their s/o to defend themselves, Leon Kennedy or Chris Redfield? Or both?

You would have to convince Leon to even think about teaching you to defend yourself, unless he feels that you need to, like if you get jumped or something. Though, with some convincing, he’ll think about it giving you a knife or small handgun to protect yourself with.

Chris, on the other hand, would be more willing to teach you, though he is a little hesitant at first about the idea. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you, especially when he’s unable to. He’ll give you a knife or something for you to keep on your person.

Chris Redfield reacting to you crying

Chris Redfield x GN! Reader

Word count: 367

Warnings: Crying 

Summary: Chris does his best to comfort you despite how emotionally constipated he is

A/N: we don’t need to unpack why this is one of my favorite prompts, we just don’t 

His first instinct is to fight. Not you, but whoever or whatever made you cry. Chris isn’t the best with emotional problems. When it comes to his own tears he usually opts to bottle them up. But he knows that that’s not the best solution and he would NEVER encourage you to bottle up your emotions. 

Somehow though, despite how bad he is with his own problems, he’s much better at helping others. Maybe it came from taking care of Claire, maybe it came from his long and eclectic career, but he’s gotten pretty good at handling someone crying. Once, of course, he takes a moment to calm himself down. 

He starts by sitting beside you. He’d even sit on the floor if that’s where you are. He tries his best to get down to your level, even if that means slouching over and rounding his back. He’ll ask before he touches you, and if you refuse he has no problem keeping his hands to himself. He’d ask if you’re ok, and if you need anything. Mustering every ounce of calm he can into his voice. 

The moment you make a request he is scrambling to meet it. Want water? Here it is. Food? Coming right up. Silence? Dark? Done and done. If you don’t know what you want, or can’t vocalize what you want. Then he will guide you though some breathing exercises to calm you down before he asks again. His main goal is to calm you down enough to stop crying. Once you do he will ask you what happened. 

Fighting is still on the table. Everything is on the table. He is ready and willing to fulfill any request. Once you explain what’s wrong he is solutions oriented. He wants to help, he wants to fix it. More than likely though you just want him to listen to you. You’re gonna have to tell him. But once you do Chris is more than happy to sit and listen. He does understand that, most people just want someone to listen, but sometimes he forgets. Especially when it comes to you. He wants so badly to protect you, that his first instinct is to fight. 

Nights Like This

chris redfeild x reader

fluff (?)

a/n: honestly it was between him and ghost but i went with chris, cause baby needs some domestic lovin' ♡ luv all ya'll, enjoy, drink water and have summin to eat if u haven't ♡♡

He's tired. At the end of the day, he's fucking exhausted. But he still has shit to do. Paperwork to go through, cases to read, footage to review etc. He can recount nights and nights of him at the table, takeaway to the side, beer in one hand, papers in the other and a smoke hanging from his lips, all the while ignoring the ache in his muscles and the loneliness surrounding him-

It was an hour before midnight when he opened the front door to his home being greeted with the lights on and the smell of food wafting through the halls. A vast contrast from the inky night sky, and the distant stench of gun powder that seemed to follow him.

Appearing from the kitchen was you, a soft smile on your face as you took in his appearance. As soon as his eyes locked with yours he felt his whole body finally relax, letting his 'hardass' mask fall.

With you in his life his whole routine changed. There was a homemade meal every time he arrived home. You actually making him eat and then letting him do some more work once you made sure he had eaten and was clean.

It would be easy to say that his favourite part of the night would be you massaging his body, or even you chatting to him about your day as you helped peel his clothes from his body, it could even be when you so tenderly help clean his wounds.

No.

His favourite part was how you drew a domestic side of him he never knew he had.

The way you both cleaned alongside one another. Talked about life. How you vented to him and he too you, although he used little words. Cuddled on the couch watching some show you were currently invested in, him becoming equally enormed with it. And no matter how shit tired he was. Moments like that had his energy being restored. You were the one to restore it. But he knew that you knew how exhausted he was.

Because you would coax him too bed after minutes passed as you both sat on the couch, while he worked and you watched something, simultaneously massaging his body. As awake as he felt with you, you could see the bags under his eyes growing, took note of how he reread the same page then moved on, watched him stifle back a yawn.

Then all you would do was turn of the tv. Stop massaging him and go into the bedroom, saying nothing. A couple minutes would tick by then he would be walking in too and as soon as he saw you on the bed, that very exhaustion he felt earlier hit him like a truck. He was wrapped in your arms, head nuzzled into your neck, one of your legs over his waist, his own arms locked around you.

"G'night, my love." He murmered against the softness of your skin.

"Goodnight, my love." You hushed. Smiling at the way he immediatly fell asleep after you said those words, you following close behind.

Any headcanons on merman! Chris Redfield?

Chris is one of the more friendlier mermen in the aquarium. He doesn't mind swimming around in front of them, and sometimes, he will show off a little for younger children.

He's quite large with a darker tone of scales rather than more vibrant. His form takes a similar manner as a shark.

This merman is very curious about humans and their ways. Give him any item, and he will be entranced by it for a good few minutes until he figures out what it is. If he doesn't understand its purpose, he will ask what it was.

Given his form, Chris does require a lot of enrichment and exercise.