#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.

[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

[disasteracesstuff]

Me: **finds a picture of a silver haired sniper**

IRL CROSSHAIR?!?!?!

[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.

[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:…

[gonky-kong]

Someone shows you empathy and kindness:

[heyclickadee]

I love how by the time she’s spent five months talking Crosshair’s ear off every chance she gets in Tantiss Crosshair can say something like, “I would totally leave you to die,” Omega knows him well enough to go, “Oh, shut up, Crosshair,” because he’s a lying liar who lies.