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shxtodxroki · 7 months

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑

Summary: It’s been just about a day since Izuku’s return to U.A. after exiling himself for the sake of you and the rest of your classmates, and you’re determined to help him warm up and feel safe once more with a cup of hot cocoa and some cozy cuddles.

Flufftober Day 7 Alternate Prompt: Hot Chocolate

Warnings: Mental health struggles in line with Izuku’s mental state during the vigilante arc

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

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He’s doing better now. Or at least, he looks to be doing better, in comparison to the frail, exhausted, beaten down boy you had dragged through the doors of the U.A. dorm just 24 hours ago, seeming so lonely as he clung on to your warm frame oozing with worry despite his insistence that he shouldn’t drag you down with his presence. You had barely left his side since the moment he returned to the dorms, struggling to let go of him even long enough to bathe himself though he desperately needed it now that you finally had him back.

He had spent most of the day resting, catching up on the sleep he had clearly been deprived of while out on his own. You were working with your classmates to keep him well-fed throughout the day, seeing how frail and worn out he looked after his brief life of solitude. All Might even made a point to bring food for the boy, his guilt shining through as he blamed himself for your boyfriend’s initial departure and the burden weighing him down. It had been a combined effort to get Izuku to where he was now, snuggling into your side with a blanket over his frame while you hold him close and run your fingers through his fluffy hair as he finally seemed somewhat content to be back in the dorms.

“How are you feeling, ‘Zuku? Do you need anything?” You ask for what feels like the millionth time since the previous night, your hands gliding smoothly through his forest locks since you had long ago worked out any tangles. His wide, beautiful eyes look up at you as he hears your voice, his voice soft and gentle as he responds.

“Mmm…. I’m still a little cold…” He mumbles quietly, not meeting your eyes out of guilt. He feels bad putting so much on you, feels bad that he left you to worry about him while he was out on his own, and most of all, feels bad that just being with him puts you in even more danger than you would have been in otherwise as a U.A. student and future hero. Your brow furrows, not out of annoyance but rather concern, at his response. You had hoped your body heat and the thick blanket would be enough to warm him with time, but it seems that the cold from the outside him had managed to chill him to the very bone during his time away in a way that wasn't easily remedied, marking him with these lonely and bitter chills.

Luckily for both of you, you believe you just may have the perfect cure for his shivers and iciness.

“...I think I have something that can help you, baby. Can you stay here for a second? I want you to keep yourself bundled up as much as possible, and I’ll be right back.” You look at him with a soft, loving gaze as you speak, your hand moving to cup his cheek as your thumb gently brushes against his rough skin. Safety and security are what he needs right now, and you’ll be damned if you can’t give him that, at the very least. You’re gentle with him, maybe gentler than he needs, but you can’t stand anything else but the softest touches to his broken down frame right now as you carefully make your way out from his hold while still leaving him cozily wrapped up in a pile of blankets.

“Alright…” He practically whispers, seeming so unsure and dull, so unlike the bright, eager Izuku you used to know. This fight, the impending war against the villains who have been looming over the school and the world for so long, seems to have sucked out his joy like a leech. You need to find a way to bring it back, to return to him even an ounce of his happiness from before. You just have to. You can’t stand seeing him like this.

You don’t clue him in to what you’re thinking, however. You don’t want him to worry about you right now, not even a bit. So you simply offer him a soft smile as you make your way to the kitchen in the dorms, pulling out two mugs as well as two small plates as you temporarily exile those concerns from your mind. Even if you can’t do much, you can at least do something small for your boyfriend. He deserves it, he deserves the world right now and you would give anything to bring it to him.

You know the kettle takes around 10 minutes to boil, so you quickly turn that on as you set two packets of hot cocoa mix aside for the moment. The bag of marshmallows in the communal pantry is thankfully fresh, not yet fallen victim to Denki’s persistent habit of leaving them half-open until they go stale, and you set two large marshmallows onto the small plates on the counter before closing up the bag and returning it into the pantry.

The marshmallows spin and inflate in the microwave for a few seconds, growing puffy and gooey and perfect for s’mores before you swiftly pull them out once they've cooked enough to finish assembly. Sandwiched between a graham cracker on either side with a layer of chocolate in between, within five minutes you’re staring at two delectable sweet treats for you to share with your boyfriend, setting them aside as you turn to the kettle to see if it’s heated up yet.

It is, you realize as you see steam brewing and flowing from the lid, though you nearly jump out of your skin before you even get a chance to pour the water into the mugs. Two rough, calloused arms encircle your waist from behind as hands work their way beneath your shirt to gently brush your stomach, and after a moment the realization dawns on you that Izuku’s come to see you in the kitchen despite you asking him to stay on the couch.

“I missed you.” He mumbles pitifully, burying himself into the thin fabric of your shirt as he pulls you into his hold. Your heart melts at the touch, knowing he means more than just today with those words, and tears spring to your eyes at the thought that he felt so lonely and needy after so many days out on his own. You refuse to let them fall, though, as you turn to face him and hug him in return, still so relieved to have him back in your arms again after so much time apart. "I always miss you."

“I always miss you, too. You can stay here with me if you want, baby. I’m almost done anyways.” You whisper with a voice brimming with love, your heart cracking and mending itself back together all at once as you press a tender kiss to his forehead and cradle him in your arms. “I made s’mores, I know you love them.”

His eyes seem to brighten a bit at the sight of the treat on the counter, subconsciously leaning more of his weight into you as you carefully pour a sufficient amount of hot cocoa mix into each of the mugs in front of you with the chocolatey scent wafting into the air. You quickly follow up with the kettle of hot water, filling the mugs nearly to the top before adding a splash of milk into each just the way you know he likes. No words are exchanged between the two of you for a moment, just a simple hum of contentment from your boyfriend’s lips as he watches you pull out a packet of mini-marshmallows and let him relax and melt into you. You load both cups up to the very brim, adding extra marshmallows into his cup for good measure as your free hand brushes against his where it rests on your stomach.

“....Sorry I didn’t stay on the couch like you told me to.” He whispers into your ear, the feeling sending shivers cascading down your spine as you wipe down the counter and move to put everything away with Izuku trailing behind you.

“Don’t apologize, you know I’m always happy to be around you.” You chide gently, now lacing your fingers through his and squeezing his hand lightly. You’re delicate as you pry his hands from the hold he has around your torso, placing his mug in one and his s’more in the other as you grab yours as well. And finally, finally after days of worry and stress and pain, a small smile blooms on his face as he makes his way back over to the couch with you right by his side, at peace for a brief moment following so many months of unease. You’re careful to bundle the two of you up tight in your mountain of blankets as you cuddle up closely to one another, your mugs in your hands as you swipe a puff of marshmallow off of Izuku’s face with a giggle. He nuzzles gratefully into your hand in response, and that night Izuku falls asleep warm, cozy, and most of all, loved, tucked into your side with a belly full of hot cocoa and s’mores and a heart full or warmth.

Request - Anonymous said: Izuku for flufftober, he’s the fluffiest of the fandom

A/N: Sorry this is so late, the past few days have been super busy and I didn’t have time to write when I thought I would! I literally pulled an all-nighter and didn’t sleep until like 8AM yesterday trying to get some classwork done, but once I finally slept I had some time to write! I’m gonna try and catch up on the Flufftober days I missed super quickly, but I still had fun writing this and think it turned out super cute so I hope you guys enjoy it as well! :D Also my requests are open right now, so if you have any requests please feel free to send them my way! :]

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luxu1230 · 2 months

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So Hangstar but instead of being aviators they're formula 1 drivers with Hangman in RedBull and Rooster in Ferrari. With enemies to rivals to lovers setting.

Mav/Ice could be in charge of Ferrari. Whilst Cyclone/Warlock in charge of RedBull.

And maybe the reason they started as enemies is due to Roosters angry attitude which made him make Hangman intentionally crash early career.

(If someone writes this please link me. My Ao3 account is Luxu1230)

#alternate universe #top gun maverick #top gun #fanfiction prompts #hangster #icemav #cyclonexwarlock #formula 1 #formual one #enemies to rivals to lovers #enemies to lovers

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kybercrystals94 · 2 months

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Shields

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 18 | Alternate Prompt 1: Human Shield

Rated: G | Words: 730 | Summary: An altercation during training leads to dissension in the Batch. [Character Focus: Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Hunter]

“Why can’t you keep your mouth shut once in a while?” Crosshair asked, shoving roughly into Tech as they went into their barracks.

Tech staggered a step under the unexpected impact and righted his goggles that went askew. “Had I known that the regs would respond violently to my observation, I can assure you that I would have kept my thoughts to myself.”

“When have they not responded violently to you correcting them?” Wrecker grumbled.

Tech was not quite ready to concede the point, although his face burned with chagrin. “I thought that it was in our best interest to tell them the mistake they were making with the wiring. Otherwise, we might have lost marks.”

“Instead, we lost marks and got disciplinary action for causing a brawl,” Crosshair snapped, tossing his training helmet onto his bed and beginning to strip out of his armor. “Not to mention, Wrecker’s nose now looks like a meiloorun.”

“It does not!” Wrecker cried, covering his nose with both hands.

“I did not ask either of you to fight the regs in my defense,” Tech muttered. “If you had not intervened…”

“You’d probably be in medical,” Crosshair interrupted bitterly.

“I could have handled it,” Tech argued. “At the very least, I would have been the only one facing disciplinary measures, along with any regs that were involved.”

“You hear that, Wrecker? Tech doesn’t need us as his human shields anymore. He can handle the regs all on his own.”

“I am not saying I don’t appreciate your assistance, only your interference in this case escalated the situation far beyond what was necessary.”

“You’ve got a weird way of saying thank you,” Crosshair said, grabbing the med kit and pulling out an instant cooling pack. He activated it before tossing it to Wrecker.

“I had the situation under control.”

“You did not! That reg immediately swung at you, and if Wrecker hadn’t stepped in, you’d be trying to fix your kriffing goggles right now.”

Tech stopped removing his armor and stood up. “I am just as capable—”

“Save the speech, I don’t want to hear it,” Crosshair cut him off.

Tech knew it was not physically possible, but felt as though his blood had begun to boil in his veins. He snatched up his discarded armor and clipped it back into place. He started for the door.

“Where are you going?” Wrecker asked behind the cooling pack pressed against his nose.

“Out,” Tech said, and marched out of the barracks without looking back.

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It was Hunter that found him, which didn’t surprise Tech in the slightest.

Tech did not look up from the practice droid he was dismantling, even as Hunter sat down next to him at the work table. “Rough day?”

“One I could have easily prevented,” Tech said, “On several accounts, had I been given the opportunity.”

“You really think so?”

“I do.” Tech tossed aside a piece of bad wire, grabbed a spool of new, snipped off a measured portion, and started the process of reattaching it. “Our brothers don’t seem to realize that not every confrontation need end in a physical altercation.”

“If I understood the story, the regs took the first swing,” Hunter countered softly.

Tech shrugged. “Then they would have been at fault. Our trainers would have observed the situation and handled it accordingly.”

Hunter smiled. “So you would’ve taken a punch to get the regs in trouble?”

“The attempt seemed worth it. Wrecker and Crosshair thought otherwise.”

“I doubt they were thinking.”

“True.” Tech grinned in spite of himself.

Hunter said, “But they’re always going to stand up for you or me or each other. They’re not just gonna stand by. It’s what you’d do too, if the situation were reversed.”

Tech frowned. “This is also true.”

“But I think you’re right,” Hunter continued and knocked his shoulder into Tech’s, “We should give this diplomacy thing a try…but maybe without antagonizing the regs into taking a swing, huh?”

“That was not my intention,” Tech sighed.

Hunter chuckled. “I know, but I say we lose the marks next time. Let the trainers tell ‘em what they did wrong.

“I suppose.”

Hunter clapped Tech on the shoulder and stood up. “C’mon, it’s time for late meal. We gotta keep those two hot heads we call brothers in check or they’re gonna end up in solitary for the night.”

END

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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 6 months

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Roy hadn’t meant to hit him.

He really hadn’t. But Roy also knows when you’ve had and on-field dust-up and said on national television you hope someone dies of the incurable condition of being a little bitch, no one will believe it was an accident.

For the alternative prompt: reluctant whumper

#ted lasso #fic #alternative prompt #reluctant whumper #fic: hope the skin heals where the pain enters #whumptober2023 #whump #jamie tartt #roy kent #inspired by Beckham on Netflix #posting this at 1 am so let’s hope it’s not shit #whumptober

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cecescomposition · 7 months

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WHUMPTOBER DAY 1 BABYYYYY

Quite short, but a very old WIP.

Whumptober Day 1: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

All he could smell when his senses first returned to him, was smoke. It was his smell that came back first, then his hearing. The first thing he heard was the sirens. They were so faint and distant that he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not he was hallucinating them in his concussed state.

When his sight finally flooded back to him, it took him a beat to realize. Everything was fuzzy, though he wasn’t sure if that was because of the smoke or his head being cracked against something beneath him. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was laying horizontally, that didn’t make sense. Why would the car be-

There was a car crash, he suddenly remembered. A flash in his mind’s eye saw the rain, John losing control, the tree rushing towards them-

Get out.

Unbuckling his frayed seatbelt, he lifted his arms above his head and began to drag himself from the rubble. Something in his chest screamed, and maybe he did too. But it didn’t matter. He had to get out.

He felt himself collapse onto his stomach with wet grass beneath him. He could feel the rain pelting down on his back and hear it on the metal of the car. It was strange the way the smell of the weather mixed with that of the burning rubble. Soon he faintly heard someone calling out his name.

“Al-x-er!”

All that escaped from his throat was a breathy moan, and he tried to open his eyes. It took too much effort, but he did it, and was greeted with the blurry sight of John half walking, half crawling towards him. He had a mangled arm wrapped around his midsection and a nasty looking wound pouring blood from his hairline.

Alex tried to call out to him, but he hadn’t the energy. It felt as though all of the life had been sucked out of him.

His eyes peeked open when he felt a hand on his forehead - he wasn’t sure when he had closed them - and saw John suddenly leaning over him.

“Al’x… you… hear me-?”

Another moan escaped from him in response. The noise quickly turned pained and desperate when John scooped him up to cradle him in his arms.

Something was very wrong.

“Al.. How many… ‘olding up-?”

And then they were surrounded by paramedics and cops and everything was so bright and loud and he wanted it to stop.

An oxygen mask was placed over his mouth and nose, and Alex freaked. He attempted to rip the mask off of his face, at the same time as desperately reaching out for John. At that moment he realized he had actually no idea where John was, the paramedics must have taken him, too.

And then the doctors were tying Alex down to the stretcher. Wild noises escaped from his throat as the fear took over him. He didn’t want to go to the hospital. He wanted John!

He struggled, oh how he struggled to get away. But when the needle pierced his skin, it all faded, just like it did when the car hit the tree…

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober #whumptober day 1 #hamilton musical #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #hamilton au #hamilton fanfiction #john laurens #fanfic #writing #prompt challenge #alternate universe

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cryptzik · 7 months

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day one, grim reaper (cute)

#Drawtober #Inktober #inktober alternative #Art #Artist #Drawing Prompt #Prompt List #Digital Art #ScaryCuteSpooktober #Scary Cute Spooktober #GRIM REAPER #DAY 1 #SKELETON

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sezja · 4 months

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Sneak peek at some of my Febuwhump plans (subject to change if I get better/more concrete ideas):

#italics mean it's a prompt i'm doing an alternate prompt for instead #i don't want to forget what the original prompt was in case i come up with something for it #you can tell some of these are kind of up in the air (?)#no i don't have anything for day 1 yet #the darcy prompts are literally just 'darcy' akdfjsdkfj

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writingmyheartsout · 7 months

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First, i've been down for a little and wasn't able to produce anything, even if I had and still have so many ideas.

Anyway, it's officially October and i wanna do ..or try to.. some whumptober prompts in the form of visual moodboards and.. here's the first one.

Now i know i didn't play the game at all but, I assure you, I'm watching every gameplay I'm finding around and...i know the whole ascended story but..let's say I took some creative freedom... <3

whumptober day 1: alternative prompt betrayal...

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You knew something like was gonna happen, deep down you knew it was just a matter of time, even if you were still hopeful for something else...something maybe pure like both you deserved the most.

But this wasn't the case and you weren't that lucky anyway.

He even asked him to join him, to be his ...in a way.. but you felt betrayed ...sort of

Even if all his actions were just a mere lie, you knew that now, just lies to keep you on the edge but never actually made you fall. Always close but never that close.

But now it was worse and, maybe, for a second you really thought you could fall, making things easier but you couldn't, you would never even if you were aware he would probably come for you...to claim you back or worse...to kill you.

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Anyway...i actually made two so here's the other one

and..probably something isn't right about him but i so wanted to create something that I just went and did it.

i'm deeply sorry if it doesn't make sense, tried to keep it generic anyway.

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logicgunn · 11 months

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domaystic +1: stop the car, now!

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Written for @domaystic

“Stop the car, now!” yells John.

Rodney slams on the breaks. “What?!"

“Where the hell did you learn to drive, Rodney?”

“Alberta, Canada. Why?”

“Do they teach you to speed over deep chasms at a hundred mph in Alberta, Canada?”

“It's an off-road vehicle John. Chasms are to be expected. I thought you were military?”

“I’m Air Force. You’re thinking Army.”

“Well, can your Air Force sensibilities handle a weekend of rough terrain?”

“Rough terrain is a-okay, buddy, but can we keep all four wheels on the ground?”

“Sure. But I should warn you there’s a river crossing ahead.”

“Jesus.”

#domaystic2023 #day+1 #alternative prompt #stop the car now #stargate atlantis #mcshep #drabble #31 days #32 prompts #this was fun!

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rainbowcarousels · 8 months

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tell them you won't be long

(or bianca & nicolas' excellent adventures through the 20th century)

“You know if you’re going to go sneaking into my head,” her companion said. “I think we ought to be on a first name basis.” “That sounds agreeable,” Bianca agreed, if only because she was intent to find out exactly what they were doing to cause such a familiar expression on her beloved Amadeo’s face. “I am Bianca.” “Nicolas,” he replied. “And I've also eaten him, so it was hardly unricprocated. A piercing the back of the knee – oddly ticklish.” “So I remember,” Bianca replied, smiling in return when Nicolas looked at her askew. “Did you imagine you were the only person he has eaten?” Five times Nicki and Bianca met across the 20th Century and parted, and the one time they chose to leave together.

Here on ao3!

#i know it's a day late but this monster got away from me #bianca solderini #fic: nicki lives au #nicolas de lenfent #alternate universe #vamptember2023 #vamptember #vc #prompt: 5+1 #yes this is part of the same au as the other things i swear i have an explanation

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lynlee494 · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day No: 1 Lyrics: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Prompts: Safety Net / Panic Swooning / “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Medium: Fic

Trigger Warning: Nothing outside typical canon or character norms. It wouldn’t have been so bad, Bucky could have shrugged this off easily once he caught his breath, but he found the more he pulled to free himself the worse it seemed to be. Barnes thinks he hears shouting, but it is distorted and drowned out by the pounding in his ears. Ripping further at the trap that was furthering ensnaring him he found himself snarling and just ripping at it with brute strength and panicked rage that echoed of the Asset’s frustrated rampages through Hydra personnel.

#Whumptober 2023 #no.1 #Safety net #Panic #How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up?#Hurt Bucky Barnes #Whumptober #Bucky Fanfic #Bucky Barnes Whump #Clint Barton #WinterHawk #Alternative Prompt #“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”#Circus Perfomer Clint Barton

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siren-of-agony · 1 year

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Day 1 - Nightmares (Alt 1)

To get back into writing, I'm gonna try to do Whumpcember! However, I made myself some extra rules: It's all going to be twin-stuff (or at least from their universe) and I'm going to stay under or around 500 words per day!

Here is their Masterpost

CW: lady whump, nonhuman whumpee, something close to an intimate whumpe

She was close to the ground, stretching to warm up her muscles in preparation for the show that would be starting soon, when curtain moving caught her eye.

In the twilight of the backstage area it took her a moment to spot the little child that somehow had found its way where it really shouldn't be, looking around curiously.

Maybe four or five, the tiny creature filled Alba with a sense of protection usually only reserved for her brother.

This was no place for a child, and she needed to make sure it would find its way back to its parents, to safety, to a freedom it didn't even know was in danger.

Quickly, she took a step towards it, and another. The child reacted to the sound of her footsteps at the same moment Alba stepped into the low light of one of the lamps, and their eyes met.

She could feel her face move in a way almost unfamiliar to her, a gentle smile rising on her lips.

The kid's eyes, however, grew wide in fear and tears rose up in them. Alba couldn't even react before the child let out a shriek, turned around and was gone, back through the curtain.

She didn't react when a hand came to rest on her shoulder, either.

The touch was soft, but it made her skin crawl, like always. A chuckle came from the Director, who was now standing next to her. "Did you try to make a friend?" He was mocking her, his kind tone a twisting knife in a wound he had created long ago.

She didn't answer, and started to turn away from him, from his grasp. He increased the pressure on her shoulder only slightly. She was stronger than him. She could walk away, he would have no chance to hold her there. She didn't move.

"That poor child", he continued, as if he wasn't aware of her desire to run from him. "It just wanted to see the wonderful world of the circus, and instead it met a monster."

He turned her until they faced each other. She met his gaze, and it felt like a small act of defiance to hold it.

"Imagine, a shadow stepping out of the darkness, horns, white pupils in black eyes, teeth bared."

The hand not on her shoulder rose up to her face, stroking it. She barely suppressed a shudder.

"You probably gave that poor thing nightmares. I mean, just look at you. You might as well be one."

Fake pity dripped from his voice like honey. She felt bile rise in her throat.

He didn't stop her this time as she pulled from his grip and turned around. He could hear his quiet chuckle as she walked away.

She kept hearing his words, as well, that night, as she was trying to sleep. In her mind, they came out of the little kid's mouth. She avoided her own reflection for weeks.

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kybercrystals94 · 7 months

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Redolence

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 1 | Alternative Prompt: Lab Rats

Bad Things Happen Bingo | Prompt: Homesickness

Rating:G

Words: 1,070

Summary: Omega and Echo have a conversation about their pasts.

Omega presses her face between Lula’s long ears and breathes deeply the scent of her brothers: stale sweat, blaster residue, motor oil, aftershave, regulation soap, and a few other things she can’t quite place. Lula is like a sponge, soaking up the redolence of the soldiers she lives with. While the stuffed tooka doesn’t smell pleasant , Lula smells of love and safety and comfort. Therefore, she smells wonderful, and Omega gives the creature an extra tight squeeze as she tries to hold in the tears that threaten to spill. She should be happy. She is happy. She is. She is.

“Omega, are you alright?”

Omega is surprised by the generic reg voice. She would have expected Hunter or Wrecker to check on her...maybe even Tech. Not Echo. He isn’t unkind, but he is distant, almost unsure of her. Like he doesn’t want to get attached. Omega understands, even though it makes her heart hurt a little.

“I’m fine,” Omega lies easily, lifting her face so that her voice isn’t muffled against Lula’s soft stuffing.

There is a pause, but Omega knows the cyborg clone hasn’t walked away. After an uncomfortable stretch of silence, Echo clears his throat. “Are you sure? Hunter – uh – sent me to check on you.”

Omega forces a smile and carefully blinks back the tears that have been forming before she pulls back the curtain, letting Lula topple from her arms. “I’m okay, Echo,” she assures him.

The shadows on Echo’s face in the warm glow of her strung lights accentuate his gaunt features, and Omega suppresses the shudder that reflexively comes. Nala Se had Omega study Echo’s medical files as part of her training. The horrors he suffered at the hands of the Techno Union still haunt Omega’s imagination, and the cool, professional terminology she poured over in the files did not do his tragedy justice. It must’ve been hard for him to join the Batch too, starting over after all he’d been through. She admires him endlessly for it, but she isn’t sure how she could ever tell him without also admitting to having read his files. Not that she’d had a choice, or was snooping, but...

Echo matches her striving grin with one of his own. “Alright. If you say so,” he says, shrugging one shoulder, telling her without telling her that he knows she’s lying.

He starts to turn away when Omega bites out, “Wait, Echo...”

“Yeah?” he asks, the familiar gruff of his voice catching on the edge of the word.

Omega swallows, hoping he isn’t annoyed with her indecisiveness. “I just...can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, kid,” he says, and leans his weight against the wall casually.

“When you first joined Clone Force 99, did you – or do you – ever feel...” Omega searches for the right word, pressing her lips together before saying in a whisper, “homesick? For what you had before?”

Echo looks startled by the question, his eyes widening a little. However, the expression is brief, and his face returns to his normal air in a blink. To Omega’s dismay, he answers her question with one of his own, “Do you feel homesick for Kamino?”

“Sometimes,” Omega admits, pinching one of Lula’s ears between her fingers, “but I don’t want to go back. I’m happy here, with all of you. But if I’m happy here, why do I miss what I don’t want?”

Echo’s face softens. “Because you miss what is familiar, even if it wasn’t better.”

“Is that bad?” Omega asks.

“Of course not,” Echo says, “I missed living with my reg brothers. It’s all I knew most of my life. Doesn’t mean I care about my enhanced brothers any less.” He rolls his eyes good naturedly at the terminology adopted from the Batch, and it makes Omega giggle.

“I guess you and me are kind of the same,” Omega says softly, wistfully. “Taken in by the Bad Batch when..." Echo visibly stiffens, and Omega clamps her mouth shut, now gripping Lula’s ear in a fist. She shouldn’t have said that. She knew the moment the words left her mouth. She and Echo are nothing alike. Not really. Not at all.

But they are. In some ways.

Right?

To her surprise, Echo leans forward, folding his arms and resting them on the floor of her gunner’s mount room. “Nala Se,” he says, his voice softer and gentler than she’s ever heard it, “she experimented on you, didn’t she.” Not a question.

Omega bites down on the inside of her cheek. She has never wanted to tell any of them about that. But Echo knows, because she told him in a roundabout way. In the medical wing, after his accident in the mess hall. He woke up in a panic, and she’d comforted him. I don’t like being hooked up to their machines either.

She didn’t think he’d remember that, but why wouldn’t he?

So, she nods a small, jerky affirmative.

“I don’t remember much about the Techno Union,” Echo says, his voice still low, almost a whisper. Like his words are just for her ears. “I mean...I know what they did. And I live with what they did everyday...but it’s what the Kaminoans did that I remember well. They had to see that I was fit for duty, and their tests...” Echo falters, his words dropping off in an expanse of hidden emotions. He blinks, looking a little lost.

She isn’t sure why she does it, but she reaches out and rests a hand on Echo’s face, her thumb brushing over the sharp edge of his cheekbone. “I know,” she whispers, because she does. She was Nala Se’s “assistant” from her earliest memories. She saw the tests firsthand. Experienced some of them herself.

“You shouldn’t though,” Echo says, “No kid should know that.”

“Maybe,” Omega shrugs, “But we’re safe from them now...the Kaminoans, I mean.”

Echo’s eyes find hers and he smiles sadly. “Yeah, we are.”

Omega’s touch lingers a moment longer before she pulls away and hugs Lula close to her chest. “I’m not homesick for the Kaminoans. I’m homesick for Kamino...for AZI and helping with the babies. I hope they’re alright.”

“I hope so too,” Echo says, and he gives her knee a squeeze with his flesh hand. “You’re a good kid, Omega. I’m glad the Batch found...both of us.”

Omega smiles at her brother who understands. “Me too.”

END

#Whumptober 2023 #Day 1 #alternative prompt #Lab Rats #bad things happen bingo #homesickness #star wars #fanfiction #the bad batch #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #the clone wars #tbb omega #tbb echo #clone trooper echo #echo #arc trooper echo #fics by kyber

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zincbot · 9 months

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i can't focus on any of the stuff i'm trying to do I NEED TO DO SMTH ACTIVE GRRRR

#i'm between a whole bunch of stuff rn i've never been this spread out with my time and i doon't reallly like it #working on a ninjago animatic but i'm not watching ninjago #thinking abt rottmnt and legend of korra but not seeking out content for either #have a plan for a bdubs fanart but haven't worked on it beyond prepping the canvas #watching new futurama episodes every week but not revisiting any old stuff #started writing frm a prompt list in my notesapp and stopped after 3 prompts (i have an idea for a 4th but)#trying desperately to get my friends to draw their parts of an artswap i wanna do really bad #playing adventure quest worlds again while watching alternating markiplier videos and video essays #though i've been considering going back to my playlist of every bdubs video i was working on #i have all these podcasts i've been listening to #a book i need to finish #a cross-stich i've been taking a break from #i've been actively listening to like 4 new albums at a time + trying to get through my 'to listen' playlist #AND i've been thinking near constantly abt my little brother cause i'm worried abt him but there's nothing i can do abt that #i'm still recovering from top surgery and i have an annoying persistent seroma so i still have to wear the wrap #(i hate the wrap)#and i'm not allowed to WORK OUT AAAAASGRGRHHRH #i've been doing weird crunches like 1 at a time every once in a while just to feel smth but i need to work out for real i can't focussss

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febuwhump · 4 months

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FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPT LIST

this year's prompts were chosen through a suggestion poll (in which we recevied 2,281 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where over 1,000 people voted for their favourites. the top 29 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular - and this blog's personal favourites - have become the alternates

i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, please check out the blog's faq before sending an ask, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog!

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: helpless

DAY 2: solitary confinement

DAY 3: "bite down on this"

DAY 4: obedience

DAY 5: rope burns

DAY 6: "you lied to me"

DAY 7: suffering in silence

DAY 8: "why won't it stop?"

DAY 9: bees

DAY 10: killing in self defence

DAY 11: time loop

DAY 12: semi-conscious

DAY 13: "you weren't supposed to get hurt"

DAY 14: blood-stained tiles

DAY 15: "who did this to you?"

DAY 16: came back wrong

DAY 17: hostage situation

DAY 18: too weak to move

DAY 19: "please don't"

DAY 20: truth serum

DAY 21: unresponsive

DAY 22: "you weren't meant to be there"

DAY 23: presumed dead

DAY 24: "i'm doing this because i care about you"

DAY 25: waterboarding

DAY 26: "help them"

DAY 27: left for dead

DAY 28: "no... not like this"

DAY 29: not allowed to die

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!

ALT 1: human shield

ALT 2: "i love you"

ALT 3: found footage

ALT 4: human weapon

ALT 5: cpr

ALT 6: immortality

ALT 7: last words

ALT 8: killing game

ALT 9: lightning strike

ALT 10: last man standing

RULES:

SOFT RULES:

prompts should be answered in the form of whump

creators can produce whatever kind of media they want

you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to

you can use the prompts after the event ends and can complete them in tandem with any other event

you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr

if you want to be featured on the hall of fame then you have until the 3rd of March to inform this blog that you completed all the days

if you have questions consult the faq before asking

HARD RULES: (specifically for being featured on the blog)

when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:

febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2024)

the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…

nsfw (if relevant)

and any trigger warnings that may be important!

you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump

i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.

#febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump2024 #prompts #whump #whump prompts

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WELCOME TO HERMIT-A-DAY MAY 2024!

I'm thrilled to bring this challenge to you all for the second year in a row! Hermit-a-Day May is a challenge inspired by Hermitober, but with a twist: instead of theme prompts, we focus on a specific Hermit every day!

THE RULES: 1. Any type of fanwork is welcome so long as it features, or is otherwise inspired by, the Hermit of the day. 2. Tag #hermitaday to have your fanwork reblogged, or submit it directly to the blog (Please note that while I recognize the value of fanworks involving more mature themes, and they can certainly count toward challenge completion if you're keeping track for yourself, content on this blog will be kept "PG-13" so that all may enjoy.). 3. Fanworks for one Hermit posted after the day rolls over to another Hermit's day (per the US Central time zone) will be reblogged in a big queue in June. 4. I am not interested in seeing captions or tags in which you disparage your art/skills. We're all improving all the time. Be kind to yourselves.

WHY SHOULD I PARTICIPATE? To show love to every Hermit, from the most to least subscribed, from those who have been on the server from day one to those who only joined this season! And because challenges are fun! And because, this year, there's an extra dimension to the event: a fundraiser for Gamers Outreach, featuring art incentives by @rendiggitydog and @belmarzi.

GRAND TOTAL INCENTIVE: For every $150 we raise for Gamers Outreach, belmarzi will make 10 seconds' worth of animatic, featuring as many Hermits as she can fit into the time frame.

INDIVIDUAL DONATION INCENTIVE: For every $65 you personally donate to the fundraiser during the month of May, Rae rendiggitydog will draw you a shaded flats commission of a Hermit of your choice.

WHO’S RUNNING THIS? Hi! My name is Luna! You can use she/her, he/him, ze/hir, or ro/ros/roseself pronouns for me. My main blog is @as-if-unreal. Yep, before you ask, it really is just me, but to be fair I've had a lot of help.

BONUS SUNDAY PROMPTS EXPLAINED UNDER THE CUT

TFC - May 5th While he may no longer be with us physically, TFC left behind him a legacy of quiet care and good humor, and Hermitcraft would not have been the same without him.

FRIENDS OF HERMITCRAFT - May 12th There are plenty of shows, podcasts, competitions, other servers, and more woven into the internet ecosystem around Hermitcraft, and plenty more people involved in them: just as a small number of examples, Season 9's Rift opened up to a whole server of Emperor friends, and there are always allies to be made in MCC and enemies to be made in the Life Series. Today is for celebrating all of those who, while they may not be Hermits themselves, exist and entertain in proximity to them.

FAVORITE "ALT" HERMIT - May 19th HoTGuY and Poultry-Man. Helsknight and Evil Xisuma. Renbob and - look, you get the idea. This server is full of theater kids ready to toss on an alternate skin and play into a brand new character at the drop of a hat. Who's your favorite?

GROUPS AND COLLABS - May 26th This month is all about one Hermit a day... but what we really love is when they interact with each other. What does your favorite duo or group of Hermits get up to together?

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