Hi! I'm so sorry this took so long! Hope this is worth the wait! Also, I misread part of it so its reader and Crosshair pranking eachother not tbb as a whole. Sorry about that 😬 But I hope you like it anyway!
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Impractical Jokesters
You started a game that Crosshair is now determined to finish.
Warnings: Playing pranks on people I guess? Some lovey dovey stuff at the end. Making out?
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"Okay, I'm gonna ask this once and only once!" Crosshair growled stalking down the ramp to where you were sitting outside the Marauder reading a book. He looked annoyed. "Are you responsible for this?!"
He flicked his hand towards you angrily, flinging globs of sticky green sap into the dirt by your feet. You choked, lifting the book to cover your face - partially to protect yourself from the slime but mostly so that he wouldn't see the wicked grin you were trying so hard to hide. Taking a deep breath you peeked over the book to look at him, feigning an innocent look. Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Crosshair. Go bother someone else."
He shook his head and growled in frustration. He knew. He totally knew.
A grin split across your face.
"Don't worry, Tech said the stuff isn't poisonous or anything."
He turned back to the ship but not before chucking his slime covered glove at you. "You're washing this out."
Kriff. That did it. You couldn't help the howling laughter that bubbled from your gut, bringing tears to your eyes. "Just admit it Cross, I got you good!"
He paused at the top of the ramp, turning to face you as he leaned against the hatchway with his arms crossed. His face was eerily calm. A slight smirk graced his lips for a brief second. If you were any less perceptive you would have missed it altogether. There was a sharp glint of danger in his dark eyes that sent tingles through your core, down to your feet. Oh, this could be fun. You flexed your toes, suppressing a grin.
Crosshair seemed to study you intently for a few seconds, twisting the toothpick in his mouth between his thumb and finger before abruptly turning to go back inside; but not before tossing the toothpick over his shoulder. It landed in the dirt in front of you.
"Oh you have no idea what you've just started, kitten. Better watch your back." He smirked to himself as he walked back into the ship before you could respond.
Your lips suddenly felt very dry and you licked them, letting your eyes linger on the hatch long after he'd gone back into the ship. Oh yes. This could be very fun indeed.
When Crosshair said to watch your back, you had a funny feeling he actually meant it. You could feel the his gaze burning across your skin as you walked back into the ship. Crosshair wanted you on edge. That was the fun of it. He'd wait until your guard was down and then he'd strike. It would come without warning. You shot a cocky smile behind you, refusing to let him see just how deep beneath your skin he'd gotten. The suspense was killing, but the thought of Crosshair lying in wait somewhere - it excited you.
A few hours later, you stood by the caf machine, happy for a break from rewiring the control panel. It was tedious to say the least, but you owed it to Tech. You twirled a small wrench between your fingers thoughtfully. He'd seen you eyeing the toolset in town and it was imperative you had good tools to do your job, so he'd bought them for you.
The ramp to the Marauder hissed open and you jumped violently, gasping in pain as the fresh caf sloshed over your fingers. Not scared....just prepared, you told yourself. Hunter grunted as he clambered up the ramp and dropped a large crate down onto the floor. He glanced over quizzically, hearing the sudden crescendo of your pulse. "What's got you so jumpy today?"
"N-nothing!" you stuttered, shaking the caf off of your burnt fingers.
He raised an eyebrow, "Whatever you say." He turned back towards the ramp, tossing you a pair of work gloves. "Come help me bring the supplies in. Wrecker and Omega already left for Cid's and Tech and Echo are working on getting the engines up and running."
You nodded, "Where's Crosshair?"
Hunter shrugged, "No idea. He said he had to grab a few things in town. He should be back soon."
Keeping your guard up all day was exhausting. By the time you finished helping Hunter, Crosshair had returned and vanished once again. As the day went on, you let his threat slip to the back of your mind, slowly but surely letting your guard down.
"Go get some rest, y/n." Hunter jerked his head towards the bunks. "We'll wake you in a couple hours."
You walked to the fresher. The door slid the door open releasing a bucket of freezing cold water. A shriek flew from your lips as you stood there in shock, dripping wet. Footsteps clambered quickly in your direction.
"Y/n!?" shouted Wrecker. He was the first on the scene. "What happened!?" Hunter followed behind him with a similar look of confusion written all over his face. Rendered speechless, all you could do was sputter. Omega's hand over her mouth did little to stifle the giggles.
A grunt of amusement from behind caused you to spin around. Crosshair was leaning against the wall with folded arms and a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You look like a drowned tooka." He mocked as he removed the toothpick from between his teeth.
Blowing water from your lips, you glared at him.
Crosshair simply shrugged. He twisted a toothpick between his fingers and pointed it towards you. "I did warn you."
You wrung the soaked shirt in your hands, flicking the water droplets at him.
Hunter glanced between the two of you. He could definitely hear the way your pulse soared. Hopefully he would simply chalk it up to shock due to the icy water, but the narrow-eyed look he shot you as he slowly guided Omega back to the cockpit, said otherwise.
You turned back to Crosshair, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, mirroring his posture perfectly.
"So this is what it's is gonna be, huh?" You questioned, slowly looking up at him. Your heart beat wildly in your chest.
He looked down at you, eyes darkening as they met your own determined gaze.
"Do you really want to play this game with me?" He asked dangerously.
You nodded. "You're on, Crosshair"
He rolled his eyes and smirked, "Just remember, you started this."
If Crosshair wanted a war, Crosshair would get a war.
You chose the wrong girl, my friend.
As promised, the pranks continued on for the rest of the week. The harder Crosshair hit, the harder you hit back.
He'd put salt in your caf instead of sugar and in return you wrapped his bunk in plastic wrap. He stuck dye into your shampoo, and you retaliated by replacing his hand soap with lube. Back and forth, back and forth; neither of you wanted to give the other satisfaction by giving up.
"Seriously Crosshair?" You fished out another plastic cockroach from your cereal bowl. To his credit, they did look real. "That's all you've got?"
His sharp eyes glistened dangerously like steely knives as he shrugged. "Wouldn't you like to know."
The next day he struck again.
"CROSSHAIR!" You yelled across the ship. You were beyond mad now. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "Too far! You've gone way too far this time!"
You were met with silence. Where was everyone? Crosshair had crossed a major line by messing with your tools.
"I needed that wrench today!" You yelled. The wrench in question was now glued to the palm of your hand. "Get out here now!"
You would never mess with his Firepuncher or anything that could potentially compromise a mission, yet the boundaries of your games had slowly been fading away.
Hunter poked his head from the cockpit.
"Crosshair's outside, y/n. What's the problem?"
"What's the problem!?" you yelled. Hunter winced.
"THIS! This is the problem!" You shook your hand at him. Your right hand; the hand you used to work your tools and now your wrench was stuck fast in your grip.
"He GLUED my wrench to my HAND!" You wiggled your fingers to prove your point and the wrench stuck fast. Omega was now standing by Hunter, drawn out of her room by your outburst.
"Wow," she giggled, "that's certainly not...handy."
Hunter choked on his caf. Omega smacked him on the back.
"That was a good one." He chuckled, ruffling her hair.
Omega beamed, then looked back down at the wrench in your hand. She couldn't tell if the tears in your eyes were of pain or anger. Probably both.
"I'm gonna kill him!" A frustrated growl emanated from the back of your throat. Crosshair would pay for this.
The door hissed open and you stepped outside. Crosshair, where are you?
"Tech!" You shouted, catching sight of him sitting in the grass tinkering away at some device that may have once been a thermal detonator and was now...something else.
He glanced up at you as you stalked over to him. "What's wr- "
"Where's Crosshair!?" you snarled, not giving him the chance to finish.
Tech shrugged. "I believe he went into town but I- "
"Great." You interrupted and hopped on a speeder leaving Tech looking quite bewildered.
Strangely enough, Crosshair was fairly easy to find and it almost seemed like he wanted to be found. By you.
He said nothing as he allowed you to drag him into an alleyway, shooting poisonous glares at anyone who looked your way.
"What the hell, Crosshair!?"
He smirked, taking in your disheveled appearance. The silence only further induced your fury. He was doing this on purpose.
That was it. You'd had enough.
"Why the hell would you think this is okay!?" Your voice cracked as you lifted your eyes, expecting some kind of response. Something. Guilt? Anger? Amusement? But Crosshair simply shrugged. You saw red and balled your fist, swinging without thinking.
In an instant he grabbed your shaking fist in his hand and stepped forward, pushing you up against the wall.
"Are you done?" he growled. He was so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You shivered, slowly losing the will to fight back. Your legs already felt weak. He moved forward, pinning your wrists to the bricks behind you and forcing a knee between your thighs. Your breath quickened.
"I think this has gone on long enough, don't you?"
It was your turn to be silent. Your eyes once aflame with anger, were burning with something else. Something deeper and much more passionate. His eyes wandered your body, coming up to meet your eyes. Crosshair wanted you as much as you wanted him.
He shoved his lips against yours with a hot, hungry urgency. He looked back up at you and smirked. He had you at his mercy and he knew it.
"Crosshair," you shivered as he teased his hands slowly down your sides. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. "I love where this is going, but please, can we first get this thing off my hand?"
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