#sniper sunday

[s-pirth-lemonade]

Crosshair eating croissant 🥐

[a-lil-perspective]

Tech: *about Crosshair* He has a challenging personality.

Hunter: What he means is, he’s mostly an asshole. But every now and then he could be a dick.

[shadestepping]

Like to remove Crosshair’s inhibitor chip so he can return to his family

Reblog to kiss his scars better

[wwheeljack]

Crosshair attempts to eat his lunch in peace.

[moonstrider9904]

Sweet Home

Part 1 of Bread and Tea

Summary: after a long and tiring trip, you and Crosshair settle down in your little cottage in the forest and are met by rainy weather.

Tags/warnings: None, really. Just some soft!Crosshair, established relationship, couple banter, and a pinch of self-indulgence. Reader is wearing cozy clothing and likes doing so, likes cream in her coffee and is shorter than Crosshair (again, self-indulgent).

Word count: 901

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He stood with his back leaning on the doorframe, coffee cup in his hands as the rain began to pour down. Crosshair had opened the door on purpose, knowing it would start to rain soon, longing to feel the cool breeze of a rainy evening. Few things whispered home more than that.

Thunder boomed around the little cottage in the forest. Behind him, the warmth and orange glow of his home radiated onto him, while in front the storm raged on as though to welcome him herself. He brought his cup of coffee to his lips, smiling just barely into it as the flavor filled his senses, and he breathed deeply as a flash of lightning announced another boom of thunder and the rain fell with more force.

Storms like that one made him feel alive, and when he heard the sound of steps approaching him, his smile widened. There was someone else in that house who shared his sentiment towards the rain.

He was just turning around when your hand softly brushed up his arm, covered by the wool of his black sweater with two horizontal brown lines along the chest, one of the very first presents you’d given to him. The gentle touch on his arm became a full embrace on your behalf, your cheek resting on his arm as you took a moment to watch the rain with him.

Crosshair looked down at you until he finally turned fully to have you in front of him, his gaze softening as he observed what you wore. You’d traded the light, summer clothing, with its thin fabrics and missing sleeves, for a heavy oversized sweater and cotton pajama bottoms, the ones with the mushroom pattern that made you giggle.

He loved the way you looked wearing what you loved, but what he loved even more was knowing you were far happier in that than you were during your trip.

The wind blew in your direction, granting you a whiff of the cup in Crosshair’s hand, making you smile as it entered your nostrils. Coffee now always reminds you of him, and it just made your arms around him tighten, making you want to snuggle into his chest, feel the wool of his sweater warming your face.

But if you were honest, you had also begun craving the coffee in his hands, making you perk up on your toes to get a look of it. At the sight of the nearly pitch-black liquid, you huffed, making a smooth, rich laugh form at Crosshair’s chest.

“You’re a no-cream-no-sugar monster,” you bantered.

“And you’re a bit of an all-cream-and-sugar goblin yourself,” he sneered playfully, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Meanwhile, my coffee’s as dark as my soul.”

“Your evil act never convinced me, my love,” you told him. “A man with a dark soul wouldn’t be wearing the cozy sweater his girlfriend gifted him.”

“Of course he would,” Crosshair bared his teeth, his banter evident in the way his eyes gleamed at you.

You leaned your chin on his chest, looking up at him and fluttering your eyelashes.

“What?” He asked you, knowing the eyelash trick was code for I want something.

“Can I have a sip?” You asked him, eyeing his coffee cup.

Crosshair sighed and he snaked out of your grip, taking one step back to look at you. His deep brown eyes looked you up and down as a devious little smile found its way to his lips, and he brought a hand to the top of your head, grinning at you.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart,” he teased you. “You’re so short, drinking as much caffeine as this will make you go a bit crazy. You won’t be able to sleep.”

You pouted at him. “Jerk.”

“Your jerk.” He set the coffee cup on the little table beside the door and swiftly pulled you towards him, swaying both of your bodies gently to the tune of the rain as another round of thunder engulfed the forest.

You looked each other in the eyes, both smiling softly at each other as you felt the warmth radiate between you.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” he said softly, bending over to kiss your forehead again.

You caught him before he pulled away, his hand, half-covered by the sleeve of your sweater, brushing tenderly along his cheek as your eyes gazed into his with the same utter sweetness that had made him fall in love with you one day. Your eyes fell on his lips, those thin, soft, warm lips you’d always find solace in.

Crosshair’s hand then went up to your cheek as well, and he pulled you up to finally grant you the kiss on the lips you’d been yearning for. Your weight collapsed onto his arms, letting him be the only one keeping you standing.

You felt him smile proudly into the kiss, smug at the effect he had on you.

Gently, you smacked his back, letting him know not to get cocky with you. Crosshair only chuckled in response; you knew from day one being with him meant being with his cocky bastard side as well, but you wouldn’t trade that for anything.

You hugged him again, your head resting on his chest, making you able to hear his heartbeat, the sound lulling you into peace.

You were finally home.

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[eclec-tech]

Quick! Someone grab a dried-out marker and trace this so I can look like Crosshair!

[markmymake]

The sniper tf2 (he is just like me fr)

[dorito-writes]

Help I forgot what he looks like

[s-pirth-lemonade]

Someone feed him corn plz

[coffee21346]

heheheheheheheheheh

snoiper sunday

[a-lil-perspective]

“I could get killed. Or even worse. Hunter might give me a lecture on responsibility again.”

Crosshair

[iambecomeahamburger]

happy sniper sunday y’all

[wwheeljack]

[sluttystoney]

all my friends ignored this when i sent it in the gc:/

[eclec-tech]

I wish I knew why every other tattooed clone looks like they were inked by an artist but poor Crosshair looks like his was applied by a cadet with a nearly dried-out Sharpie and a jam jar lid.

[moonstrider9904]

Waiter: And what would the lady like to drink?

Cyare, the lady in question: bring me a keg of beer, please.

Crosshair: I love this woman so much.