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More than friends - Chp.3

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 3893

Summary: Chan and you grow closer as time passes by and after your first kiss things are still unclear. That's until Chan walks in on you and Minho and you walk in on Minho and him only shortly after...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, switch!minho, dom!chan, sub!reader, minho x reader, minchan

A/N: Have fun👀🤭~🌙

PART TWO| PART FOUR

Over the following two weeks, Chan can't quite shake the feeling of being buried in your chest and held so safely. The fact that he had taken a few days off work and you've been there to cuddle him whenever he napped didn't help. He always loved hugging you, but now he feels like he needs at least one hug a day.

Chan spots you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for all of you and smiles to himself. Minho has shown you again how to use the stove, and since then, you surprise them with something from time to time. You look adorably concentrated as he makes his way over, snaking his arms around your stomach and burying his face in your neck.

"Morning Channie," you say softly and reach back, fondling his side. You'd be lying, saying you don't love his sudden increased urge for physical affection. "You slept okay?"

"Mhm," he hums, still a little sleepy.

"Where's Min?" you ask and turn down the heat.

"Still sleeping," he tells you.

"Isn't it your day off? Why are you up already?" you ask, giggling. If your memory serves you right, only Minho has to work for a little today.

"Wanted to give you a hug before you leave," he admits and instinctively buries his face deeper into your neck as a light blush creeps up his face. That alone makes your heart flutter.

You turn in his arms and lovingly run your hand through his messy curls, smiling as he hums and melts against you. "That's really sweet, you know," you tell him. "But I'll be home all day, which means we can cuddle all you want." You can feel him smiling against your skin, and it sends a spark of delusional hope through your whole body. Is he warming up to the thought of loving you more than a friend?

"That sounds nice," he nods and squeezes you gently.

"Go and get Min before he oversleeps again," you giggle softly, and Chan places a subtle kiss on your neck before doing as you said. You look after him, stunned, fingers brushing against the spot just above your collarbone. A stupid smile spreads over your lips, and you quickly get back to work.

You find yourself back in your bed with Chan pretty soon once Minho leaves for work. You know today he'll be back in an hour tops, only having to sort out a few things for a new choreography.

You're cuddled up beneath the blanket, his face buried back in your neck, and your legs entangled beneath the blanket. You're soothingly massaging his scalp, and Chan seems to bury himself in your neck even more. You know your best friend is cuddly, but not like this; that's new, at least with you. "You're quite cuddly today, huh?" you ask gently.

"Mhm…sorry, is it too much?" he says, his grip around you loosening already.

"No, not at all," you promise and bury your nose in his curls for a moment. "Just new, that's all."

Chan hums gently before moving closer, not realizing how painfully aware of his thigh between your legs he makes you with that. "I don't know, you - you just smell so nice," he confesses after a moment.

"I do?" you ask surprised, and Chan nods.

"And you feel safe and comfy," he adds after a moment in the safety of your neck, blushing as he's sharing his thoughts so openly with you. Chan doesn't know where that urge is coming from, but suddenly, he's kissing your neck. Only once, only shortly, but he can feel your body responding.

"Channie," you whisper softly.

"You like that?" he asks quietly, and the tightening grip on his hair tells him everything. Chan plants another soft kiss against your skin before pulling back and searching your eyes. His hand finds your cheek, and your heart races in anticipation as his eyes keep traveling from your lips up to your eyes and back. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers. You swallow softly before nodding. "Words, hun."

"Yes, yes you can," you stammer, and only mere seconds later, his full lips meet yours. You sink into the feeling, sighing at the way his lips chase yours so sweetly. Over the years, you've had a lot of thoughts about how it would feel like kissing him, but you were so far off, and it felt so so much better.

Chan kisses you over and over again, and it starts to become intoxicating. He buries himself into your neck with a soft moan and starts littering your skin with gentle, tiny kisses. His hand grips your hip as if he’s trying to steady himself, frantically scrunching up the fabric of your shirt beneath his fingers. “Fuck,” he growls softly, and before you know it, you’re on your back, and he’s hovering over you, staring down at you with blown pupils and reddened, parted lips. His chest heaves softly, and his eyes search yours, overflowing with emotions.

You can’t quite tell if the need and curiosity in them exceed the anxious nervousness. You blink up at him, trying to figure out his next move and gasp, surprised, as he suddenly buries his face in your stomach with a low groan. “Channie?” you ask, carefully combing your hand through his curls.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt.

“For what?” you ask calmly.

“For kissing you,” he groans softly, and you can see his ears burning red. Is he blushing?

“Why?” you ask curiously, and he lifts your head, showing you that he is indeed blushing very heavily right now.

“I haven’t even…I-fucks sake,” he curses at himself and glares at you playfully as you giggle beneath him. “I shouldn’t have, not like this, not when I still haven’t figured it out.”

“Well, how’s that been going?” you ask, not unkindly.

“Not great, obviously,” he snorts.

“I fear you won’t find out hiding from me,” you chuckle at him and reach up, gently caressing his cheek. “Kissing me now doesn’t mean you have to commit to me on the spot, dummy.”

“But it doesn’t feel fair to you,” he sighs, and his eyes widen in surprise as you grab his neck.

“My gosh, you big baby, come here,” you roll your eyes at him and meet his lips once more.

Chan only fights it for a second before allowing him to enjoy the feeling and listen to his body. His heart rate picks up a little as your soft lips dance against his. He starts feeling warm and fuzzy the longer he kisses you, and his mind goes foggy. The grip on his neck and the subtle touch of your hand on his back feels way too good, and he starts thinking back to his first kiss with Minho, which had felt so much different from this. It all happened in a rush, in his room as they were working on “Drive” and suddenly couldn’t stay away from each other anymore after one or two too many jokes about the very obvious message of the song. Things had developed rather fast between them anyway, so what’s stopping him from doing the same with you?

Suddenly, someone races up the stairs, and you flinch away from each other. Chan drops into the mattress next to you, the door opening only seconds later. Minho stands in the doorframe and halts for a moment, squinting his eyes suspiciously at the two of you. “Hi?”

“Hey,” Chan smiles at him innocently and gets out of bed, making his way over.

Minho chuckles surprised, as Chan wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him into a longing kiss. He kisses back with a sweet smile and caresses his cheek. “You’re okay?” he asks, pulling back and glancing at you suspiciously. “Is he alright?” he mouths at you.

“I’m okay,” Chan promises and turns to look at you as well. The pleading look in his eyes tells you to shut up for now and give him time to work this out. You nod reluctantly and flash Minho a gentle smile.

Minho watches you for a moment, noticing your swollen lips and the red patches covering your neck. Your shirt is halfway torn from your sweatpants. He glances at Chan and notices the way his hair is messed up, just like when he runs his hand through them too long. His lips look puffy, and the tight grip on his hip betrays him; he’s worked up. Minho hums softly before turning around and making his way downstairs, grinning to himself. You two really are by far the shittiest liars he knows.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chan frowns at you and glances after him.

“He’s not stupid,” you chuckle quietly. “Maybe he knows already.”

“You think so?” he asks just as quietly, and you shrug.

“I brought lunch!” Minho shouts upstairs, ending your whispered conversation.

“Coming!” you yell back and hop off your bed.

“Y/N,” Chan holds you back as you pass him.

“I won’t tell him. This means nothing until you’re sure about what you want,” you tell him and gently pat his hand wrapped around your arm. “Now come on, I’m hungry.”

Chan giggles and follows you downstairs, taking his usual seat next to Minho. He soon busies himself with eating, hoping Minho wouldn’t dig too deep. His eyes keep on wandering back to you, vivid images of you beneath him flashing his mind.

Minho pretends not to suspect anything but can’t stop himself from glancing between the two of you. Chan is stuffing his mouth, as always, when he prefers not to talk about something occupying his mouth. You seem calm on the outside, but the glances you both are stealing tell him everything. “Soo…how was your day?” Minho asks after another minute of silence.

“It was…nice,” you nod gently, and Chan hums agreeingly, quickly taking another bite.

“Nothing unusual?” he asks, and Chan almost chokes on his food.

“Why?” you give back with a patient smile.

“That’s so rude, kitten, answering a question with another,” he huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Why would you think something unusual happened?” you ask innocently.

“You two are fucking ridiculous,” Minho comments.

“What?” Chan asks nervously. “Why?”

“You know damn why, pretty boy,” he says, making Chan blush heavily. “You think I’m too dumb to notice you two were kissing each other stupid up there?”

Chan swallows softly, lowering his spoon and glancing at you nervously. “We-uh.”

“It doesn’t really mean anything, which is why we didn’t want to tell you yet,” you explain.

Minho takes another bite and squints his eyes at you as he chews. “Kissing doesn’t mean anything? Between two childhood besties that have been crushing on each other for years,” he points out and raises his eyebrows at you. “Since when?”

“I uhm…I’m still figuring things out,” Chan speaks up after a moment and awkwardly scratches his neck.

“You tend to kiss before you think, I forgot that for a second,” Minho smirks smugly, thinking back at their first kiss.

“Min!” he protests and gently shoves his shoulder as the younger one giggles at him.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “Just tell me once you have sex because that shouldn’t be part of deciding if you want to be together,” he says dryly, taking another bite. Both you and Chan blush at his words, lowering your eyes to the table. “Stop looking like two horny teenagers who just got caught, my god...Even though, if I think about it-.” He breaks out into laughter as Chan smacks his arm in protest, and you shove him beneath the table.

“We’ll get there…I promise,” you chuckle, and Minho simply hums.

“Knowing this guy's sex drive, I wouldn’t be so sure,” he says, and this time, Chan sinks deeper into his chair, pulling down the hood of his sweater to cover his face. Minho giggles softly and reaches out for him, soothingly rubbing his shoulder. “I’m just teasing you, Channie love.”

“We both know you love it, fucker,” Chan mutters at him sulkingly.

“Why wouldn’t I`?” he grins smugly, and you kick him once again, accidentally hitting Chan, who flinches.

“What the hell was that for?” he asks, laughing as you apologize, giggling. “Fine! We kissed, and I loved it, but I don’t want to rush.”

“I can accept that,” you wink at him, and Minho buries his face in his hands, clearly exhausted by the two of you.

The next day, Chan’s back at the company, and Minho has a day off. You enjoy a lazy breakfast with Minho, still in your pajamas, before cuddling up on the sofa as a movie plays in the background. Minho mindlessly fondles your thighs and plants tiny kisses on your hair from time to time. It doesn't take long, and you're straddling his lap, kissing him longingly. You deepen the kiss hungrily, whimpering into his mouth as he pulls you in close, making you grind against him in the process. “Min,” you whine softly.

“Yes, beautiful?” he asks, agonizingly slowly kissing down your neck.

“Please,” you breathe out, pressing yourself down against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” he asks lowly, sharp eyes shining at you.

“Need you,” you tell him pleadingly.

“Now?” he asks, giggling, fingers dipping below the waistband of your panties, collecting your juices. “Already so wet, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he hums.

You rock your hips against his fingers needily, hand buried in his hair. “When will Channie be back?” you ask, and Minho raises his eyebrows at you, pushing two fingers right into you. A surprised moan leaves your lips, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Why? Want him to do it instead?” he asks, and the way you clench around his fingers betray you.

“N-No,” you stammer, and your eyes widen as he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“You’re such a dirty little liar,” he smirks. “He kissed you, and you already think you’ll get a taste of my boyfriend, huh?”

You shiver at the way he claims Chan as his own and wonder if you made him jealous. “Just wanted to know so he doesn’t walk in on us.”

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t like that,” Minho smirks and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Come on,” he encourages you.

You swallow softly and take off your shirt, your bra following, discarding both on the carpet. “Why would I want him when I have you, huh?” you give back, watching his eyes darken with lust.

“Careful, kitten, I might believe you,” he chuckles before gently pushing you off his lap. You’re about to protest until you notice he’s pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. “Well, come on then.”

You get up, quickly ridding yourself of the clothes left on your body before straddling his lap again. “Please,” you whisper softly, and he locks eyes with you as he grabs his dick, dragging its tip between your folds. A low, controlled groan escapes his throat, mixing with a sweet whimper of your own. You grip his shoulder tightly, screwing your eyes shut tightly as he pushes into you with a few precise thrusts.

Minho moans deliciously once he’s fully buried inside of you, grabbing your hips. “That’s what you wanted, kitten?”

“Yeah,” you moan out as he starts guiding your hips, thrusting up into you. You start moving, desperate for his touch, eyes rolling back as he buries his face between your breasts, leaving soft bites. Your moans grow louder as he goes on, eyes fluttering close, body moving frantically on top of his. Minho’s no better, moaning your name against your flesh, gripping whatever parts of your body he can reach. Neither of you notices the front door opening, too caught up in your shared pleasure.

Chan hums softly to the tune playing in his headphones and types a message to Han, sending him a file of the track they worked on. He kicks off his sneakers and walks into the apartment, heart dropping to his stomach as he finally notices the pair of you. His eyes widen and he drops his phone. Chan quickly covers his eyes, stumbling away from you. "Oh my fucking god, sorry!" he exclaims and races up the stairs to their bedroom.

You flinch on top of Minho and exchange a shocked look with him. “Don’t you dare stop now,” he presses out, shaking his head at you. He’s so close; he can deal with this later.

“O-okay,” you stammer, thighs trembling already. Fuck. Only a bit more, and you would’ve cum.

Chan stands there in shock for a moment before quickly taking off his headphones, dropping down on his bed, and hiding his face in his hands. "No, no, no, you can't be serious," he curses quietly. Fuck, of course, he knows the way Minho looks, moves, and also sounds in bed. But…not with you on top of him, moaning his name so obscenely loud as your back arches. Chan only then realizes he hasn't closed the door properly, and he can hear your moans mixing with those of his boyfriend. He winces as he thinks of your body, all its curves and details, and sinks deeper into the mattress as he hears Minho moaning out your name in bliss. That shouldn't turn him on as bad as it does. "Fuck, no," he whispers as he feels arousal coursing through his veins. Chan hugs a pillow, covering his lap as if that'd make it any better. "No, no, you're not gonna get hard to the thought of your boyfriend and best friend fucking," he scolds himself before glancing at the door and biting his lower lip hard. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. His inner conflict ends once you come upstairs, the door of the bathroom closing behind you.

Chan jumps up and races downstairs, spotting Minho on the sofa, only wearing boxers and a shirt, looking at him apologetically.

"I didn't know you'd be home that early again," he contorts his face.

Chan looks at him with wide eyes and takes a deep breath. "I-I thought we could get lunch together," he says barely above a whisper.

Minho nods and tells him to sit down next to him, gently taking his hand. "Sorry, Channie."

"Don't," he shakes his head. "She's your girlfriend, and there's nothing to be sorry about. I had my headphones on, so I didn't..you know, didn't hear."

Minho nods and awkwardly scratches his neck. "Are - are you okay?"

"No," he shakes his head and chews on his lower lip. "That…turned me on way more than it should," he whispers. Minho snorts in relief and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. "Don't tempt me now," Chan laughs.

"I think…you know what that means, huh?" Minho asks gently.

"Of course I do," he sighs softly. "But she deserves better; that's why she has you."

"Channie," Minho scolds him gently. "Stop talking shit and make a move, for fucks sake. She won't wait around forever."

"I'll talk to her tomorrow," he promises.

"You better…Again, I'm sorry," he contorts his face.

"Please shut up before I take you right here on the sofa," Chan warns him as the images once more flush his mind.

Minho hums softly and leans over, littering his neck with kisses. His hand slips down Chan's thigh and into his lap, rubbing down between his legs against his growing bulge. "Huh, you did enjoy that," he mutters against his skin.

"Minho," he warns him, hips betraying him and bucking into his touch. He jumps off the sofa and walks into the kitchen to get himself a drink.

Minho scoffs softly before following him and hugging him from the back, hands running up his chest as he presses himself against Chan's strong body. "Come on, she said she'll take a long shower and get ready to meet some friends. She won't be here for a while."

"Well, then wait until she's gone," Chan sighs and pours himself some water, trying to think of stuff that would turn him off.

"Hyungie?" Minho whines softly.

Fuck. Chan closes his eyes and inhales deeply. "Minho, I swear to God -," he starts out but stops when he feels him grinding against his ass. He turns around quickly and grabs Minho's chin firmly, making the younger one moan in surprise. Chan's breath hitches at how worked up Minho looks, pupils already dilated and dark. "Stop being such a brat, I said no."

"Please, Channie love," Minho bats his eyelashes at him. He knows how to push his buttons to get what he wants. Minho's hands roam his chest, and he presses himself close, chasing Chan's lips.

Chan grips his hips with a sigh before pushing his leg between Minho's. "Do what you have to, but if she comes downstairs, you fucking stop. We'll take care of this properly later, you hear me?"

Minho nods eagerly and already grinds down against him, a low moan falling from his lips. He hides his face in his neck, hot breath, and open-mouthed kisses ghosting over Chan's skin within no time. Minho's hands grip Chan's shirt, hips moving with desperate need against him. "Hyung," he moans shamelessly, and Chan's brain stops working for a moment.

Chan watches him intensely, mouth watering at the pure need Minho moves with, whining softly as he picks up pace. He can feel him leaking through his boxers against his bare thigh, and it's too much. Minho very rarely fully puts away his dominant nature, even though Chan mostly takes control in bed. Moments like this, with Minho clinging to him, begging him for more and too dumb to realize he could move at his own pace, wrecked Chan every damn time. He curses softly before shoving him off, turning him around, and bending him over the kitchen island. He shoves three fingers into Minho's mouth, who starts sucking at them eagerly. "You better be quiet and quick now," Chan growls into his ear.

They don't notice you turning the water off upstairs, they don't notice you stepping out of the bathroom and making your way to the stairs. And they're not quiet anymore.

You freeze at the top of the stairs, eyes widening at the sight of them. You have heard them before, not only once, but seeing it was something else. Minho's bent over the kitchen island, face buried in his hand as he tries to stifle his moans and fails miserably. His eyes roll back as Chan hits all his sweet spots, his jaw growing slack. His other hand is fidgeting as if he's trying to find something to hold onto. Chan's pounding into him at a rough pace, and Minho seems to love it. Chan leans forward, grabbing Minho's hand and giving him something to hold onto. The way he towers over him, whispering stuff into Minho's ear that makes him moan, does something to you. Fuck. You really want a piece of that Chan as well. You very quietly turn around and go back to your room, trying to ignore the way your body very clearly reacts to what you just saw. "Fucks sake, you got me back, Chan," you whisper to yourself.

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writing-positivelyexisting · 1 year

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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?"

word count: 1,094.

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

#the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #fluff #star wars #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #tbb season 1 #tbb crosshair x reader #Crosshair season 1 #flirting #more than friends #promise not to drop me?#only a fool would drop a girl like you #such a weak girl for this

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