#grumpy crosshair

[i-dont-know-how-this-site-works]

I love this recurring theme that wherever Crosshair goes, he is doomed to connect emotionally to someone and make friends even though he hates everyone. He is gonna be surrounded by people who love him and you bet your ass he is going to complain about it.

[disastertriowriting]

Crosshair: When I first met you, I did not like you. Hunter: I'm aware of that. Crosshair: But then you and I had some time together. Hunter: Uh-huh? Crosshair: It did not get better.

[starwarstbbfan]

I see no difference in these two pictures. The resemblance is uncanny.

Try and change my mind.

[leapingbadger]

I want this framed on my wall!

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@galactic-gift-gathering : Gift for @pandorademos

Prompt : Red Nose 🔴

[the-bi-space-ace]

The first week Echo is around Crosshair doesn't even speak to him. He looks vaguely displeased, nods or shakes his head as answers to everything, grunts in his direction when he wants his attention for something. Mutters quiet 'reg's to refer to Echo. Echo is half convinced Crosshair hates him, regrets having him join Clone Force 99.

Until Echo mentions he likes strawberries. He didn't even say strawberries were his favorite fruit. Just that they had strawberries and when asked if he wanted some he said 'Sure, I like strawberries.'

The next day there are two cartons of strawberries in his locker on the Marauder.

He has no idea where they came from but he's not complaining about free fruit so he washes them and cuts them up and shares them with the rest of the batch. And every so often another carton of strawberries will show up in his locker. He has no clue who this mystery strawberry gift giver is, just that they seem to always know when he's out of strawberries. He knows its one of the batch but they all swear up and down it isn't them so he lives with these gifted berries until one night he catches Crosshair shoving another carton of strawberries into his locker.

The next day Echo washes the berries, cuts them up, puts some sugar on them (the way Cross prefers to eat them), and sits down next to Crosshair to silently share the strawberries between them. After a bit of silence he says "ya know, I like raspberries, too. If you ever can't find strawberries." Crosshair side eyes him but just hums in acknowledgment, continuing to share the little bowl of fruit between them until they've both had their fill.

The next time he opens his locker there's a fresh carton of raspberries shoved inside.

[zaana]

An Omega and Crosshair moment happening in my Kamino AU

[theworstbatch]

lmao

[cloned-eyes]

good morning my lovelies. may i interest you in some fresh out the shower crosshair?

[stardustandash]

The episode was full of so much good stuff but mentally I’m still at Shep and Lyana finding Crosshair and leaving him bowls of fruit like they’re trying to lure in a stray cat

[timetodiverge]

welp they're truly on the run from the Empire now. ....TOGETHER. how long until crosshair cracks

Memes: The Bad Batch | Ahsoka

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

The Bad Batch as dog types:

Hunter = Great Dane

Echo = German shepherd

Tech = border collie

Wrecker = boxer

Crosshair = grumpy cat

Okay, okay, I jest!

Crosshair = Doberman pinscher

Omega = golden retriever

[crosshairslongasslegs]

nice pabu local: “thanks for the help crosshair!”

crosshair: eeeeuuGghhhrrmmh

[ghostymarni]

[insert witty sniper comment here]

[here-comes-the-moose]

Crosshair, upon meeting Echo: You need a bodyguard? I’d die for you.

Echo:…

[the-bi-space-ace]

I've had a really miserable week. Cried a lot of tears. Lost a lot of sleep. Sickness is running through my home again. So, in light of that, have these little snippets from a sick fic I was working on as a gift. Featuring our favorite grumpy duo: Echo and Crosshair. Because they always make me feel better.

Sick of You

draft title bc it made me laugh

Echo pressed the back of his hand to Crosshair's forehead only for it to be slapped away with a grumble. He repressed a sigh at this ridiculous bundle of blankets on the bunk, instead sitting back in the chair to observe him.

Fever, congestion, body aches, stuffy nose. Average cold, nothing to worry about. However the rest of the batch had tasked him with watching over Crosshair while they went on the supply run. That might be the scariest mission Echo has ever taken on.

Amidst the mountain of blankets was Crosshair, bundled up and curled underneath at least four of them. Technically he should rearrange him, make him drink some water, get some hot food in his stomach, but it had been bad enough just getting him off to bed in the first place.

There was a ridiculous little pout to Crosshair's face that reminded Echo of a cadet. Grumpy from not feeling well coupled with being stuck in a confined space. Crosshair didn't do sick well, Echo realized. It was the first time he'd seen any of the batch sick and boy oh boy was it quite the introduction.

...

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” Echo asked with a grin. If looks could kill. Crosshair huffed irritably, folding his blankets tighter around himself and deliberately turning away from Echo. With a shake of his head Echo took pity, finally standing from his seat and giving a gentle pat to the grumpy bundle before making his way towards the cockpit. “Yell if you're dying." He was nearly all the way there before a muffled voice called out.

"You don't have to sit in the cockpit, ya know." It came out scratchy, stuffy, and Echo couldn't help but turn around to consider the man that had done everything but bite him in thanks for all the doting. Regardless, he easily took his seat at the bedside again, grabbing his datapad and leaning back.

“I'll be right here if you need me.” Echo assured. There were a few reports he could knock out while he kept watch. Truthfully he preferred to be in the same room as someone else but was simply surprised that Crosshair didn't want to hide for the duration of an illness. Maybe the silence would allow his prickly patient a nap. Echo would be able to go fix them something hot to drink and maybe coax Cross out of bed. There was this really simple soup recipe Fives used to love. The batch might be able to find some ingredients in town.

Crosshair let out a sneeze, face pinching as if he had a personal vendetta against it. If Crosshair could physically fight the common cold he might. He'd lose but he'd throw a few punches for sure. Echo let the datapad lay on his lap, still reading over the words in front of him, then absentmindedly smoothed his hand over the blankets.

“Shut up.” Crosshair muttered. How disgruntled could one man truly be over a cold? Over someone trying to care for him during that cold? He didn't remove his hand, just found Crosshair's shoulder to give it a good squeeze before continuing slow strokes over his arm.

"Didn't say anything." Echo continued to smile at his datapad, having to bite back a laugh at the glare being aimed at him.

"You're thinking it. I can hear you from here." Crosshair complained.

[gonky-kong]

Someone shows you empathy and kindness: