Hey I was wondering if you could write a crosshair x reader where they have a lazy morning maybe with batcher too.
Summary: You decide to sleep in on your day off. It leads to a very relaxing day with the love of your life.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Word Count: 1087
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I started writing this ages ago and then put it on pause, before continuing it today and I have no idea where I was originally going with the story, so I'm sorry if the vibes changes midstory. The only problem now is that I want to lounge by the pool. Alas, there is no pool.
It’s early, though not so early that the sun isn’t high in the sky, and you groan in annoyance when the bright morning sun hits your face, waking you from your very nice sleep.
Wait.
You’re fairly certain that you shut the curtain before you fell asleep last night.
You crack open a singular eye just as something large and heavy lands on the bed, and then you yelp as the solid mass of muscle flops next to you. “Batcher-?”
The lurca hound releases a happy little noise and buries her head under your pillows and blankets.
You groan and roll onto your back, flinging your arm over your eyes, “Crosshair? Why is your dog in my bed?”
“I’m fairly certain it’s our bed, angel.” Crosshair replies from somewhere on the other side of the room, near the door. He’s probably the one who opened the curtain too.
“You don’t live here, leech.” You counter without any heat in your voice.
“Rude, and I went through all of the trouble of making caf and breakfast for you. But, since you aren’t interested-”
“I hate you. What did you make?” You ask as you slowly sit up and squint at the man leaning against the door frame, “And how’d you get in anyway?”
“I made a quiche-” You shoot him a look, and he rolls his eyes, “Believe it or not, I am capable of following instructions from a recipe.”
“Yeah, but normally people start with, like, pancakes. They don’t tend to jump to quiches.” You reply as you swing your legs off the bed and stretch your arms over your head, “And you didn’t answer how you got in the house.”
“I picked the lock.”
“Cross!”
“Hey, you don’t want me to pick the lock, then give me a key.”
“Ugh, I haven’t had a copy made yet. I’m working on it.” You pad over to him, yawning widely, and then you thump your head against his chest, “Why’re you and Batcher over here anyway.”
“My brothers are annoying.” Crosshair replies as he sets his hand between your shoulder blades, “I needed some quiet.”
“Mm,” You slide your arms around his waist, “And you decided to make breakfast for me while enjoying the quiet?”
You feel him shrug, “You deserve to be spoiled. Maybe.” He says, his hand sliding up to rest lightly at the back of your neck.
“Maybe?” You ask with a laugh.
“I do have a reputation, kitten.”
“Yeah, yeah. I remember.” You rub your nose against his chest, allowing the sharp scent of Crosshair to fill your lungs, and then you pull back slightly, “Thank you for making breakfast, I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome,” He lightly rubs the back of your neck with his thumb, a small, slightly crooked, smile on his lips. “It still needs to cook for a bit, so you have time enough to shower and wake up.”
You hum thoughtfully, “Yeah, I might do that.” You lean in to brush your lips against his jaw, only to giggle as he ducks his head to kiss you properly. You lightly trail your fingers against his jawline, “Good morning, Crosshair.”
“Mm, it is a good morning now,” He murmurs, before he drops one more kiss against your lips, “Go take your shower, I’m going back to the kitchen. Batcher, off!” The dog whines but jumps off your bed, dragging your comforter with her.
You sigh, and Crosshair chuckles, “I’ll handle it, kitten. I’m planning on spending the day lounging by your pool, so maybe grab a swimsuit.”
“You just want to watch me parade around for you in a bikini.”
“Yeah, of course.”
You huff, though there’s no heat, and you lightly kiss him one more time before you meander over to your dresser to dig out your swimsuit, “Why do you want to use the pool when we live on an island?”
“Uh, there are people at the beach, and there aren’t people here. Besides, you’re the one who owns a pool in spite of living on a tropical island.”
You scowl at him as you pull out your bathing suit, “I didn’t build the pool, the house came with it.”
“You still bought it.”
“Inherited it.”
“Same difference.” He walks over to you and tugs your bikini out of your hands, before pulling a different one out of your dresser, “Wear this one.”
“...this is white.”
“I know what I’m about, kitten.”
“You’re such a man sometimes,” You take the bikini though and turn towards the bathroom, “I’ll be down shortly.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Fifteen minutes later, you step into the kitchen, clad in the white bikini and a sarong hung low around your hips. Crosshair offers you an appreciative whistle, before he tosses a ball out the back door for Batcher to chase.
“Prettier than a sunset,” He praises, a small smirk on his lips.
“Only because I’m wearing this thing,” You counter as you walk over to him and lightly pluck his toothpick out of his mouth.
“You could take it off, I won’t complain.” He drawls with an appreciative drag of his eyes down your body.
You point at him with his toothpick, “Pervert.”
“Guilty as charged.” He pushes your hand away and stands so he’s able to catch your lips in a kiss, “I opened the umbrella and put your breakfast on the table outside already. I also put out towels for us, as well as the sunblock.”
“Well, you have everything in hand, don’t you?”
“All that’s left to finish the perfect morning, is you sprawled out in the sun.” Crosshair replies.
You laugh softly, “Well then, who am I to deny you?” His arms snake around your waist and he tugs at the knot holding the sarong in place.
“You’re not going to need this, kitten. It’ll just get dirty.”
“And I’m sure it has nothing to do with wanting to see my legs.”
“Of course not.”
“Uh-huh.” You slide your hands up his chest and then wrap your arms around his neck, “It’s a good thing that I actually like your attention.”
“Oh, how much do you like my attention?” Crosshair asks as he bumps his forehead against yours.
“Enough that I’m considering inviting you to spend the night.”
He chuckles, “Well then, I’d better behave so you don’t change your mind.”
And you laugh one more time, before you pull him down into a kiss, leaning your weight against him. He’s right about one thing, this is definitely the perfect morning.
Want to invent a time machine so that I can transfer young silco from the past and have a filthy threesome with his young and old self
Crosshair: They all look so stupid coddling the girl.
Crosshair: All 'cause of this stupid "Foundling Gene"
Crosshair: That's not going to happen to me, no sir! I am a Soldier not a nanny!
[Omega curls up to Crosshair's side and rests her head on his lap.]
Crosshair: .....
Crosshair: Look at this thing, so pathetic and small, anything could harm her fragile little body.
Crosshair: Stupid girl.
[Crosshair absentmindedly caresses her hair.]
Crosshair: I'm gonna have to protect her since those idiots sure wont.
Crosshair: Then, when her arms are strong enough, I'll teach her to shoot so she can protect herself.
Crosshair: Then I'll--
Crosshair alarmed: WAIT A DARN MINUTE!!
Wrecker: When are you gonna fall in love?
Crosshair: I can’t even fall asleep.
All these screenshots were taken by me. ✨Crosshair is my prince uwu ✨
Hunter: If I were a gardener, I’d put our tulips together.
You: Awwww.
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Crosshair: If I were a gardener, you’d be my hoe.
You: ...Thanks.
Swear this was anonymous but thank you ❤️
Hello! I know you're with Tech and all which is why I can't stress enough about asking you on a platonic date to watch pirates of the caribbean
- Anon
You're on. I'll bring my copy of the "Buccaneers of the Akkadese Maelstrom" trilogy and some fruit sushi and we'll make a night of it.
(Header artwork by the wonderfully talented @thefutonhermit and used with permission)
I took a very brief break from writing to do something just for fun and to clear my head a bit.
So! I've been having some serious brain rot over these three, and I also absolutely cannot get it out of my head that they shared a place at some point in time and the delightful chaos that ensued with their varied habits and mannerisms. For your consideration:
Silco-
No one in the Undercity is a picky eater. Food is too precious
That being said he does have SOME standards
If it's still moving that's a hard no. He'll dispatch it himself if needed
Not a fan of especially spicy foods
Actually enjoys cooking and experimenting with spices and more complex flavors
Wishes the other two would eat slower to appreciate his efforts instead of just inhaling it
Secret sweet tooth. Has a hiding spot for any treats he gets so Benzo and Vander don't 'accidentally' eat them
Vander-
Connoisseur of just about anything. Even things he probably shouldn't be eating
"Vander those leftovers are no good anymore"
"I'll be fine!" (Is somehow miraculously fine)
Banned from cooking after the lobster incident
Tries to get as much protein as possible-gotta build those muscles
"Ya gonna finish that?"
Knows where Silco's stash is but resists the temptation out of respect and knowing revenge would be swift
Benzo-
His standards fall somewhere between the other two, between "Is that edible...?" :< and "Ooh is that edible?! :D
Is the reason they all eat semi-well due to his deals with traders and merchants and access to more and better foods
Will take turns with Silco doing the cooking
Has a more limited repitore but they're all not bad
Is the guy who'll just casually chomp into a hot pepper. Especially if a bet is involved
Fast food junkie
Also knows where Silco's stash is and is the reason it had to be moved
Sleeping/cleaning/etc. down below! :) ⬇️
Silco-
Light sleeper
Refuses to wear ear plugs out of concern for their place being broken into ('What if I sleep through it?!')
Long pants/long sleeve shirt or tshirt if it's hot
Tea (or whiskey if available) and some reading before bed
Has a ridiculous amount of pillows (and a knife under them)
Sleeps curled in fetal position or on back with arms crossed over his stomach
Talks in his sleep but it's never comprehensible
Vander-
Falls asleep quickly but tends to wake up several times a night
Would probably sleep naked if given the chance but wears boxers and sometimes sweat pants
Sometimes has a smoke before bed (blowing the smoke out the window after the others gave him shit for it)
Only uses a blanket if it's especially cold
Snores but not loudly-more of a snort
Will occasionally...*cough* relieve some tension to help himself get to sleep
Sprawls across the bed or lays on his stomach
Benzo-
Out cold and not even an earthquake could wake him
Sleeps in whatever he's wearing or sometimes nothing if it's too hot
Says a brief prayer for luck every night
Midnight snack king
Does this little squeaking, babbling snore (did not believe the others until Vander recorded it once to prove it)
Burrows under a pile of blankets
Starfish or side-sleeper
Silco-
Is quite fastidious with his personal hygiene
Brushes his hair and teeth as best as possible every day and styles his hair carefully
Bathes or at least showers as frequently as resources and money allow
"Just because we live in a dumpster doesn't mean we must smell or look like it"
Almost fell asleep in the tub more than once
Has a prized bottle of very expensive cologne he stole from a shop in Piltover
Will steal or bargain for the best clothes he can get ("If you're going to command respect, one should look the part")
Vander-
"Eh, I bathed...a few days back. Just gonna get filthy again anyway"
Is the gremlin that stands outside in the rain with a bar of soap and calls it a day ("I'm savin' time and money washing m'self and my clothes!")
Has had to be coerced/threatened into getting in the tub
But once he's in there good luck getting him back out-he'll bring a beer or two and make a little party of it
One thing he's picky about; his hair. Likes to carefully comb and style it. One of his favorite features about himself
Goes for clothing that's hard-wearing and practical/easy to move in
Doesn't do much with the facial hair-keeps it from being too messy that's it
Benzo-
Bathes when necessary "Like a normal person!"
Often the one who has to clean the bathroom when the others forget/refuse
Always uses his favorite spice-scented soap he trades for and will not share
Constantly has hangnails
Puts work into keeping his facial hair styled how he likes
Also likes to keep his style practical and more simple but likes to add some embellishment when able
Has a rubber duck he absolutely refuses to admit to having
you love silco as a sexy androgynous twink who wears guyliner and has a hunk boyfriend. I love silco as a scrawny old man with a caked face, no ass, no bitches, a daughter with severe BPD, and a failing drug empire. We are NOT the same
How I think that top-secret time on Kashyyyk would have gone. Yoda would probably like the other three but Crosshair would be more likely to drive him to insanity.
Cyare: Ah yes, the five love languages…
Cyare: *points at Crosshair* “Touch starved.”
Cyare: *points at Wrecker* “I love Stuff.”
Cyare: *points at Hunter* “I’m so fucking tired, please god let me rest for five minutes.”
Cyare: *points at Tech* “Hey pay attention to me.”
Cyare: *points at Crosshair* “My family never told me they loved me.”
Hunter:
Wrecker:
Tech:
Crosshair:
Crosshair: Wait why did I get two.