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popquizhot-shot · 3 months
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i was inspired by @allysunny 's fic where miguel watches snow white and i loved it so much its literally so wholesome. GO READ IT.
and after that i watched a lotr fanart reel with the evenstar theme and i began to wonder how mig would like Lord of the Rings. cuz he has to if the relationship is going to work im sorry-
So here's the product of my labour lmfao im doing the first movie only because this would be way too long if it was all three
MIGUEL WATCHES LOTR(extended edition ofc)
-I feel like he'd come across you either looking at fanart or edits of the characters and be intrigued.
-"what's that, tesoro?" nosy mf he'd smush onto your shoulder from behind, your hair ticking his nose lightly.
"it's lord of the rings, babe. how have you-"
and you realise mans is from 2099 how tf is he going to know what lord of the rings is.
and thats how you end up sitting in front of the tv at 8am in the morning with tea and breakfast and the shire theme playing from the tv.
-"They're dwarves?" Miguel asks when he sees Frodo next to Gandalf
"No, they're Hobbits."
"But Hobbits are basically dwarves?"
"Nope, different race, honey." you kiss his cheek as his eyes squint in confusion.
=Merry and Pip remind him of ahem certain spider people
-He gasps when Bilbo disappears and is like wtf when he sees him reappear and have a meltdown over the ring.
-He gasps AGAIN when you tell him that gandalf actually left frodo in the shire for 17 years and not like a few hours or days
-gets annoyed at merry and pippin AGAIN
-fucking loves samwise but thinks he needs a bit more spine(give him a chance wait till the end of the series)
-he will raise an eyebrow at you trying to stop your squeal when looking at the first glimpse of this strider and his pipe.
-i feel like the nazgul would freak him out(just a little but its the horses)
-THE HORSES i feel like he wont give af honestly about them because he can co exist with widow on the team but since he has the phobia he wouldnt fawn over them(not me pssh i love the pretty horsies)
-absolutely thinks frodo is going to die when hes stabbed by the nazgul
-his eyes widen when arwen our queen rides in and you squeal again
-he admires arwen and her abilities, that scene with the river and the nazgul makes his jawdrop.
-"tesoro i like this movie." "slut" "im YOUR slut" *mwah*
-he loves the rivendell and the set design is honestly breathtaking he gets so into it
-arwen and aragorn are adorable and he holds you tighter when the flashback scene between them is shown
-you clap when you see legolas ride in and he sideeyes you yet AGAIN
-sees the appeal tbh
-he loves that you're so passionate about something and want to share it with him and he sees it as an honour that you're willing to do this, spend an entire day watching a movie series with him its baffling to him
-you on the other hand get worried that he finds it boring but then when he gets into it youre ecstatic that he likes it too and you both can enjoy something thats so close to your heart.
-it can be hard to relate to someone who's so different from you, like mans is spiderman, a geneticist, leads an elite strike dedicated to the multiverse-
-but you both gel in a lot of ways (which is why dude loves you and would die for you and kill for you either way what bliss)despite leading such different lives and now there's one more thing you can bond over and it fills you with happiness and you have to snuggle into him and he holds you tighter in response, smooching the top of your head
-absolutely despises boromir at first(it changes)
-thinks elrond is bossy asf(look whos talking babe)
-he gets worked up when boromir starts coveting the ring and is like he should die
-sniffs when the man actually dies in such a heroic way
-i think he has to cover his mouth when aragorn finds boromir and kisses his forehead because its such an emotional scene and this man has gone through such loss and probably similar things in his own battlefield except he wishes he could have given his teammates better goodbyes.
-when the movie ends yk the way it does he immediately puts on the next one.
-"babe wait i have to pee!" "pee fast then and come back!" *pats your ass as you walk past him and you try to swat him because that doesnt help after holding in your pee for like 3 damn hours
-he really likes it and he loved experiencing it with you, listening to your commentary sometimes, rolling his eyes lovingly when you grin at aragorn or legolas or sam or arwen, but he loved it even more because it was a piece of you that was bared to him and he accepted it and loved it too because it was YOU
-and because its a legendary piece of art.
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sukuna-dees-nuts · 2 months
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rizzless sukuna pt. 2 (find part 1 here!)
Part of an ongoing series basically now dedicated to @nessieartss and their jjk sibling au!!
Hope you guys enjoy awkward Sukuna as much as I do!
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Fuck it. Let's do this, Sukuna says to himself as he crosses the courtyard to catch up with Megumi. There's a little voice in the back of his mind that's telling him that this is a stupid idea, what the hell is he doing. If this went poorly, Yuuji would never let him live it down.
Honestly, Sukuna wouldn't let himself live it down. He's never been one for dating; it's never really appealed to him.
It's never really been relevant. His own words ring in his mind. “Yeah, until now,” he mutters to himself.
It isn't until he's caught up with Megumi that he realizes he isn't even sure what to say. His feet had started moving in their own accord, carrying him across the way in long strides. Maki had said to simply 'ask him out', as if it's that simple, as if Sukuna didn't already mention that he's never done this before.
Yeah, he's definitely never asking Maki for advice ever again, and when this inevitably fails, he's absolutely blaming her for it.
“Hey, Fushiguro!”
Megumi looks up from his phone and his eyebrows raise in surprise when his gaze lands on Sukuna. He looks around, as if expecting someone else to be with him, but there’s no one. It’s only Sukuna, which increases his intrigue more.
“Oh, hey, Sukuna,” he greets, pocketing his phone. “Yuuji went that way.” His head jerks in the opposite direction.
The older boy gives a noncommittal hum. “Well, that’s cool, but I wanted to talk to you.”
Megumi arches an eyebrow curiously and stays quiet, waiting for Sukuna to continue. A long pause draws out between them; Sukuna realizes that his heartbeat has picked up and his palms feel clammy, his fingers fidgeting.
Am I nervous?
No. Sukuna shakes his head; he doesn't get nervous. He can be confident, arrogant, cocky, but never nervous. So then why are all of his thoughts a jumbled mess and he feels like an idiot with his mouth opening and closing like a fucking fish.
“Oh…kay, what about?” Megumi presses.
Clearing his throat, Sukuna eloquently responds with, “Uh—” He mentally facepalms himself, unable to ignore the way the corner of Megumi’s mouth quirks up in amusement. It makes his stomach do a summersault. “Do you like dates? Well how about a raisin—wait, fuck!”
Sukuna runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head, irritated with himself. He can’t help but glance at Megumi and sees Megumi's tucked his face into the collar of his school uniform. His shoulders shake with laughter, and in that moment, Sukuna wishes to cause mass destruction to escape the humiliation that engulfs his entire being.
He opens his mouth, about to demand Megumi to pretend this whole thing never happened—
“Did you just ask me on a date?” Megumi asks.
Relief floods Sukuna’s system and his shoulders sag. He swallows against the lump in his throat, and he huffs humorlessly. “Uh, yeah. Kinda? I meant to.”
Megumi is silent for another moment, eyeing Sukuna as he tries to see if the older boy is genuine or not. For once, Sukuna doesn't have anything to say, and he awkwardly scratches the back of his head. Maybe Sukuna should've prepared himself more before diving headfirst into this sort of situation; but when had Sukuna not been impulsive?
“Okay,” Megumi agrees, and Sukuna blinks, shaking his head a little.
“Wait, seriously?”
The shorter boy snorts. He pulls his phone from his pocket and taps on the screen. “Yeah. I'd have to be stupid not to say yes after that terrible attempt at a pickup line.”
Sukuna groans. When he looks back to Megumi, there's a hint of a smile on his face and he holds his phone out, telling Sukuna to put his number in. Sukuna grabs his own phone and hands it over so the two can exchange numbers.
“Are you free after school today?”
A hint of a smile comes to Sukuna's face. “Alright.”
Megumi thinks for a second before nodding. “Yeah, just text me where you want to meet up.”
They look at each other for a moment, Megumi shifting on his feet and Sukuna running a hand through his hair.
Megumi’s phone rings and they both jolt. He rolls his eyes when he sees who's calling and clicks the screen off. Looking back at Sukuna he says, “Gojo is wondering where I am, so I gotta go.”
“Oh, right, yeah.” Sukuna nods, returning Megumi’s wave goodbye.
“See you later, Date Man,” Megumi chuckles.
Sukuna lets the comment slide, too busy dwelling on the fact that he has his first ever date.
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bibannana · 1 year
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Kix *slamming open the door to the barricks after a 20 minute power nap in the medbay*: IT'S GET UP O'CLOCK!!!! RISE AND SHINE VODE!!
Dogma *startles and falls from his bunk*: Agh!
Jesse *bolts up, half asleep, arms raised*: Fight me!!
Echo *who was in a cuddle pile with Fives and Hardcase, violently shoves Fives off the bunk in a rush to get up*: Ready to go!
Fives *on the floor, being stood on by Echo*: Oft *wheezed breath*
Hardcase *dead to the world*
Tup *sits up, hair everywhere*: What's going on?
Rex *standing next to Kix, pinching the bridge of his nose*: So we have drills to do.
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questforgalas · 1 year
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HC in my "everyone lives and the batch are all reunited" la la land
Crosshair engraves vulture wings on his rifle, and Hunter notices it first and asks about it, which after Crosshair explains, Hunter then paints subtle vulture wings on his vambraces.
Then Omega notices the wings on Hunter's vambraces, and she finds out so she puts the wings on her helmet.
Then soon after, Tech, Echo, and Wrecker also have vulture wings painted in their styles in various spots on their armor. All subtle, but all visible when you look closely. No one says anything, it just happens, and Crosshair slowly heals every time he sees his family's reminder that he's always been with them
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ariadne-mouse · 6 months
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Silly writing prompt: Asmodeus trying to be hot af in front of Zerxus, in any context you prefer.
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"Trying" is the operative word - redux on the canon scene from EXU: Calamity. Asmodeus rolls to seduce, but Zerxus is rolling perpetual Nat 20s on actual parental mode
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 7 months
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fire and the thud came on my spotify shuffle while me and my sister were listening to music this afternoon, and at the end of it she turns to me and goes “who was that? the lyrics sound like the kind of thing you’d write” and honestly i think it’s one of my favourite unintentional compliments i’ve ever received
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The Hollow of My Bones
When Lin is killed in action, Tenzin has to face a world without her.
TW Major Character Death
/Ao3 x/
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sev-on-kamino · 1 year
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Clones x Reader
Random scenarios that live in my head rent free
First
Reader that sucks with numbers, and literally only knows their names (except Fives of course lol)
“What is CT-1409’s status?”
You give the most confused look “Who?”
“C. T. 1. 4. 0. 9.”
You rolls your eyes “Saying it slower isn’t helping. What does he look like?”
“He’s literally a clone he looks like all of them. What is wrong with you?”
You scoff, “They’re individual people. You can’t tell them apart?” Goes to look through every chart in the Med bay “Oh, sheesh, you meant Echo! He’s great. Cleared him for duty this morning.”
“How are you managing this job???”
Second
Combat medics having to use the same simulator as commandos because they need to be able to do their jobs under fire…literally
Fives having way too much fun drawing their tattoos on the training dummies and referring to them by name during combat sims
“Y/N! Jesse’s bleeding out!”
“That is not funny!” You shout before tending to the training dummy.
Kix notices you take the training more seriously though, and keeps it up
"Fives has a head wound, and Echo needs a trach, who do you help first?"
"STOP NAMING THE DUMMIES!!!"
Third
you’re The Bad Batch’s medic
you’ve never had a scratch on you
Crosshair has never let anything get within 10 ft of you
it’s a point of pride, and he looks down on the regs whose medics get injured
and then it happens to you
he is furious with himself, lowkey hovering while Tech patches you up
starts hitting the range and the combat sims twice as hard because it can NEVER happen again
you think he’s just ultra-focused
Hunter explains that he’s doing it for you because seeing you hurt scared him
you start joining him in the range, and taking the combat sims more seriously, honing your skills, and reassuring him that you love that he’s always watching out for you, but you can hold your own too
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starfirette · 1 year
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tenth doctor | nsfw alphabet
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❄️someone requested a regeneration fic where the doctor is always really horny after a regeneration and I'm working on it! It's become really long! I hope that it turns out good ❤️ Merry Christmas and Happy Winter Holidays!!!
❄️masterlist
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
A needy, giddy man in need of a good meal! You two wrap up in bed and snack. He's got his arms around you in someway!
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
The Doctor is extremely self aware. He knows he's hit the regeneration lottery with this face. His favorite bit is the hair.
On you, absolutely your pussy ☺️I got nothing else to say. He of course admires all of your body. He loves to hold your hand. He loves to cuddle. But the chokehold your cunt has on him is impossibly strong and he'd do anything to touch it, to lick it, to just feel it tight around his cock....yeah
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Inside. Of. You. INSIDE OF YOU!!!
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Not sure if he has secrets. More like dirty war stories
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's got tons of it. 900 years of experience under his belt, he's got the ability and patience to make you scream and cum until you wish you never would again.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
He's controlling and sometimes sadistic. He's more of a dom. Whether you want a daddy or a master, you can decide but he'll be on board with either.
Of course he'd never really want to hurt you, but he gets kinky and caught up in the moment. His dark side can easily jump out. He could tie you up, pin you down, have you in your knees, and he'd be happy. But on the more heartfelt note, when he really loves you he could be so easily on his knees for you, worshipping your pussy and sucking on your clit with moans of his own.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Totally. He's always got a witty one liner up his sleeve!
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I kinda doubt it. I see 9 as the guy who trims and 11 as the guy who shaves. 10 probably just does enough to keep neat, for your sake.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
It depends on how close you two are. Upon being in total love with you, he'd become very intimate, and he'd quickly go from fucking to love making!
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Probably not often, unless he's given a real reason. Being with you gives a real reason. Watching you prance around the Tardis, seeing the fun outfits you put on for trips in time. He'll totally find the excuse to rub one out. He's an absolute vision when he jerks off. He's got his head tilted back and his plush mouth opened up to let his little gasps and moans out. He jerks himself hard and rough, edging himself over and over while he thinks about you: your ass in those bell bottom jeans, your breasts in the corset you wore when you took the visit to 1700s France. But also your smile when you see grand waterfalls or a cascade of shine meting meteors.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Edging! Making you beg to finally cum makes him feel so proud. He feels so pleased with himself when you grovel and plead, clawing at his chest and hair. He's also, as I mentioned earlier, a massive dom. Being in control is his forte. He'd feel awkward otherwise. I think he can sometimes let you take control but like I said he'll feel awkward the entire time!
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
ON👏THE👏CONSOLE. Literally every Doctor would feel this way! But also perhaps in his room or your room just so you two can play hard with toys and other things
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Sometimes he gets really really horny. Like after a regeneration (ANON IM LOOKING AT YOU 🥹🥹🥹) But also watching you glide into the console room with a bright smile makes his heart swell and his cock go hard. Whether you're dressed as a Gibson Girl or in pajamas with hair tied up in a towel, he seriously feels the desire to grab you by the hair and fuck your cunt until it gushes 😭
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Probably something obviously gross. I can't see him being turned off to more degrading or intense kinks. I think he'd find pleasure in impact play or something similar, but consent obvi comes first.
He'd be capable of using context clues before pitching ideas. If he thinks you'd be into it, then he'd find it easier to suggest it. He knows you, after all, and he can gauge your preferences if you haven't shared them already.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
It depends on the mood he's in. If he was more upset or frustrated, he'd have no qualms in fucking your mouth.
But he also finds pleasure in locking you up and slowly licking your pussy. Pushing his tongue through your puffy folds and kissing your clit is one of the ways the Doctor likes to unwind or even reward you.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast and rough for sure! But I think that the Doctor gets in a romantic mood where he just wants to slowly please you
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
All the time! In countless worlds, eras, places, etc. He likes the thrill!
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He's absolutely willing! He doesn't find it necessary and he'd probably be happy with you no matter what! However if you were willing to get risky, he'd be absolutely excited!
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
A LONNNNG time! You probably have to call it quits by the end of the night.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Oh hell yeah he does! He uses them on you, predominantly, but he'd be willing to experiment on himself!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Total tease! Especially if you're being subjected to a punishment!
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Vocal. He is talkative. He cannot shut up. He seriously likes to hear himself talk.
He'll grunt and groan and growl, and especially he'll moan out praises for you. You're his very special girl. He takes the extra time for you to know this.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Has had experiences with men, and generally other alien beings. Pansexual king
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He's thick, probably average five or six inches, just due to his height, but probably not bigger than that.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
HIGH! It makes it so difficult to love you. He can't keep his hands off you. He's always fondeling your breasts or sneaking his hands down your pants.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Does the Doctor even sleep? He probably does once in a blue moon. I think he'd rather watch you sleep. He likes that you're so normal. He likes that you sleep with your limbs sprawled out, mouth open, snoring the night away. He looks at you and observes the sexiest creature in the universe.
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localguy2 · 1 year
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Ninjago AU except everything is the exact same up until the ninja find Dr. Julien at the lighthouse, then BAM Julien introduces Echo to everyone
Then skip over to Rebooted's ending where Zane sacrifices himself, and Echo has to deal with the aftermath of his Family dying and like- *drowns in angst potential*
And you could have it go in two ways in Season 4
A) Echo tags along with Garmadon and the other ninja to save Zane
B) have Echo call the new Zane a fake copy of his actual brother
Heck if you want to, you could connect option B to Sons of Garmadon and have Echo resent Lloyd for being unable to keep his golden powers which the overlord took and resulted in Zane's sacrifice, and you could have it where Echo is only siding with the SoG just to get revenge on Lloyd
AAAAAAAND YOU COULD ALSO HAVE IT WHERE ZANE HAS TO SNAP ECHO BACK TO REALITY, by trying to tell Echo that he is the actual Zane, and holy crap the Mr. E fight is now so much more angsty shiiiiiiiit-
Is it far fetched? Probably
But is it cool? Fuck yeah
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echo-rambles · 7 months
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Fuck it- it's fine!
words: 1830 summary: inspired by the general vibe of bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend bang chan, best friend felix, suggestive content but nothing explicit note: first ever reader insert fic I've written! that's probably why it's pretty introspective and there's not much chan. I just wanted to get the feeling of writing reader insert so I hope it's not too terrible! please enjoy~
-o0o-
To be completely fair, you were the one who messaged him first. Could it be seen as slightly desperate? Maybe. But in your defense, you were pretty drunk and left unsupervised.
That doesn’t mean it’s not a complete shock to your system when you wake up the next morning and notice that he messaged you back. Which, ok. What an absolutely wild turn of events seeing as how he’s meant to be the mature adult of the relationship. (his words, thrown out midst argument) 
Once you blink away the hungover fog and wade through the low lying panic, you find it a little funny, actually. Your text, the first between the two of you in months, is embarrassing and filled with a few too many emojis- it’s the epitome of a drunk text to your ex who you might have been missing at the peak of your intoxication. 
The funny part is that he had texted back, playing into your theatrics. Maybe it’s not funny in a haha way. Maybe it’s funny in an ironic sort of way. The guy that once told you that you’re incredibly impulsive and never think things through, replying to you and not even scolding you. 
Ok, so maybe he was a little bit correct and you are impulsive, because the next thing you know your fingers are tapping away at your phone screen and you're replying to his reply as if this is something the two of you still do. There’s been a whole lot of maybes filling up your head far too early in the morning, but maybe this could be something you two do. Like, maybe it can become normal again. 
>I hope you’re drinking water to combat all the vodka you must have drank to use seven whole emojis in a row. 
<I demolished an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me 
You’ve crawled your way out of bed and are in the middle of trying to wash up to feel human again when your phone buzzes. Thankfully you’re alone in your bathroom or else it would be embarrassing how quickly you check who the new text is from.
Before you can unlock your phone and reply to the notif saying something about ‘RIP you should’ve drank three…’ another message pops up, staring at you from the lock screen, half of the message fading off in an ellipses. 
You still have his contact saved. Somehow that’s the first thing you think, so incredibly belatedly. In your defense you thought deleting it would be stupid, seeing as how you share friends and what if Felix was in trouble and the only way anyone could reach you was through your ex-boyfriend? It’s a flimsy excuse but you clung to it at the time. 
For a while his contact was changed to HEARTBREAKER, all in caps with broken heart emojis book ending it. At some point you changed it again, hating the reminder the name would elicit every time you scrolled past it. It just made you feel bad, to be honest. Not in a guilt way, but in the way of it settling all weird in your stomach. 
So now he’s filed under a very polite and professional Bang Christopher Chan. It feels safer this way. The least amount of intimacy possible. 
Looking at it now, knowing that there’s multiple messages attached to it because you were drunk and then half asleep and he’s apparently a child who can’t just ignore you- it feels like a stupidly personal inside joke. Which is stupid. It’s his name. 
>I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we c…
This is not something you can read by yourself while still hungover and sleepy. Absolutely not. Any sort of question he has will have to be dealt with once you’ve consumed a sufficient amount of caffeine. 
“What do you think it says?” You ask, a little bit later after your second cup of coffee. 
Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood. 
With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and waking up your phone to stare at the lock screen. The silence stretches on as he stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer. 
“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk to him-”
“I’m aware of what I said! But that was also like, months ago, and we’re both totally over it-”
“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if a few months is long enough-”
“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.” 
Felix says your name, with that specific tone like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. So, like a normal, emotionally stable adult, you completely ignore him and instead scoop up your phone. Suddenly the nerves over wondering exactly what Chan wanted to ask you have been replaced with a confidence only born from needing a distraction. 
Finally, you read the text he sent. 
>I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later? 
Oh. Definitely the beginning of a very bad idea. 
<you paying??
>Of course I am >When was the last time you paid?
Uncalled for, but also completely fair.
<then sure count me in
It all feels way too easy. Like the last few months have just been- what, erased? Ignored? Boxed away so you can talk about it later? But hey, that’s a problem for the future version of yourself. 
“Did you just agree to spend time with him?” Felix asks, because of course he does. Are you really that predictable? 
“Maybe.”
Shaking his head, Felix sits back in his seat. “You know I love you both, but I don’t know if this is a great idea.”
“It doesn’t have to be romantic! We’re just meeting up, like friends do.” The silence is practically palpable. “We can be friends! We’re both adults- we can totally be friends.” 
Felix gives you possibly the most pitying look you’ve ever seen on his angelic little face.
-o0o-
Ok. Maybe you can’t be friends. The two of you started off as friends, definitely. You built your whole relationship off of being friends. But somewhere along the way something got all gummed up. Being together dissolved into months of barely even talking to each other. 
You were hoping that could change tonight. After getting all dressed up- because you wanted to feel pretty and you couldn’t remember the last time you got dressed up, thank you very much Minho. With his judging eyebrow and the way he clicked his tongue when you told him about the text messages and your dinner plans. Just because you were meeting up with someone who you used to give hickeys to had nothing to do with the dress you wore. 
(it absolutely did but no one had the right to know.)
It started off as just something casual. Stilted awkward conversation as you both tried to remember how to be civil around each other. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and god Felix was right, you’re so incredibly weak. 
You wanted to try and be friends again so badly. But you were absolutely lying to yourself, big time, because the second that he smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip, oh you were gone. 
Currently you’re being pinned to the wall with his tongue down your throat and you can’t really think straight. 
Somehow you went from a casual get together to this. Attacking each other's faces like starving animals who haven’t eaten in weeks. It’d be embarrassing if it weren’t for the way Chan is so clearly feeling the exact same things you are. Your hands are running through his hair and his hands are anchored to your hips, and he still tastes the same. He still makes the same little noises when you drag your teeth along the edge of his jaw. 
It’s so fucking familiar and you already feel like you could drown in it. 
You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn. 
You should say something though, right? Right? 
The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.
You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine. 
“Is this a bad idea?” You ask, once you remember how to use words. 
He stops short, as if he’s just remembered not only did he leave the oven on but he also left incredibly flammable items near it. A little shocked and worried and second guessing. Which, you’re not really sure what sort of reaction you were hoping for but you should have expected this at the least. He’s a chronic over-thinker sometimes. 
It’s fine, it’s cute even. When it’s not annoying you to no end. Sometimes you need his specific brand of cautious energy, a voice helping you recognize when something actually is a terrible idea because you didn’t realize before he pointed it out. Other times, like now, you already know the answer to your own question and you seriously do not need him to answer. It was rhetorical, thank you very much. 
“Um, well- I-” He stumbles over his sentence, breathing hard and face flushed.
“Nevermind, don’t answer that. Just kiss me.” 
Thankfully Bang Chan is very good at going along with your bad ideas. 
You can deal with whatever all of this means after. Right now, the both of you are wearing far too much clothing and you need to fix that immediately. 
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popquizhot-shot · 4 months
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highschool au with miggy coming soon heheheheh
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starbuck · 1 month
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i can’t remember if i ever actually made the Ravenous Ghost Bell analysis post, but i wish i had time to make it because i feel like it would be received well in this moment…
#i mean… tldr: ghosts are real in Ravenous#mostly in the heads of the people who ate them#both to harass them in nightmares but also to influence their physical actions#(usually as an echo of something they themselves did in life)#there are COUNTLESS examples of this - which i will give the highlights of when i actually DO make the post#but there’s specifically a moment in the final Boyd-Ives showdown where a bell is rung#and we don’t see who rang it but it causes Boyd to focus and draws him to the barn where he sees the bear trap and is Inspired#and we can presume that the bear trap was Reich’s idea (based on that deleted bear trap shooting scene that i made the gifset of)#but then WHO rang the bell??#obviously it is implied to (and must have been) Ives#but why did he do it?#to get Boyd’s attention - naturally… sounds like him#he knows that time is ticking… wants to lure Boyd to his trap#BUT the thing is that Ives ate Reich too#and i feel like (being a long-time cannibal with no moral compass) he is probably Less influenced by the people he eats than Boyd is#but i also like to think that - in that moment - Reich subconsciously influenced him to do it#because - notably - Reich was the one who rung that bell the last time he left Fort Spencer - he’s the only character we see so it#so like. tldr again: ghosts are Real in Ravenous and Reich’s ghost rung the bell in that scene#to help Boyd focus and lead him to the solution that would give him the upper hand in the conflict to defeat Ives#and someday i will write ALL of that up properly - but it’s just SO good and i love to talk about it#so here i am#ghostposting the night away…#not tagging this because i want the REAL analysis to get notes whenever i post that#but feel FREE to chat with me about this if you see it!#i love Ravenous and i miss talking about it#i have SO much to say lol
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soft--dragon · 1 year
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Brother From Another Batch
First Bad Batch fic!! I love the show sm :D This features Echo and Crosshair, and I shouldn't have to say this but I will: SHIPPERS DNI THESE GUYS ARE BROTHERS. DONT BE NASTY >:(
This is set before the official Bad Batch series, about a month after Echo joins the team!
Word Count: 2512
Warnings: Semi-detailed self deprecation, past trauma, and panic attack but it gets fluffy pretty quickly :)
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
It was one of those tougher days. 
Echo was sitting on the edge of his rack, elbows pressed into the chilling metal of his legs, one of his heels bouncing against the floor. His hands were intertwined and resting in front of his mouth, thumbs pressed on the underside of his chin. It was a mirror image of what Tech did when he was lost in thought. Due to living with this new batch of clones for about a month and a half now, it made sense that Echo was starting to copy some of the Batch’s behaviours. The first time he did Hunter's signature 'I am too tired for this™' speech to tell off Tech and Crosshair for squabbling, Wrecker laughed so hard he almost cried, and Hunter light-heartedly accused him of being a copy-cat. 
Currently, the others were all out; "A mandatory supply run," they had said before departing. Well, everyone except Crosshair who wasn’t in the mood to deal with anybody at the moment. So that left Echo alone in the sleeping quarters, subjected to his spiralling mental health that had been a swinging pendulum as of late, never remaining stable for longer than a few days. He hated it, and he hated inconveniencing the Batch even more. They had taken him in and given him a place amongst a group of misfits, but he doubted they counted on his mental state being as terrible as it was. 
The chill of his legs was leeching the warmth from his one organic limb, making Echo bring his arms away from his knees, gripping them together against his chest. The metal prosthetics felt too cold against his scarred skin, and his thoughts were spiralling faster than he could control them. 
The Techno Union, the Citadel explosion, his lost batch mates, the regs no longer trusting him, the weird looks, the whispers, the night terrors… 
Echo gripped at his head, wincing at the feeling of the cybernetic tech piece wrapped around his skull. Wrong. It was all wrong. He wanted out. Out of the metal prosthetics, out of this body, out of this suffocating room- 
Something heavy and soft suddenly dropped over his shoulders, wrenching a startled gasp out of him as he jolted to look up. Crosshair was standing at his side with a flat expression.
“Breathe Reg, you’re going to pass out,” he sniped, crouching down beside the rack that Echo was sitting on. “I don’t want to have to catch you if you fall.”
Echo stared at the sniper, his one hand curling into the fabric draped over him, then it clicked; it was a weighted blanket. Hunter’s one specifically for when his senses overwhelmed him and he needed a way to ground himself from the harsh stimulation. His grip tightened on the material immediately and he bowed his head, forcing himself to take in air that sounded horribly wheezy. 
“Breathe in for four seconds.”
The quiet instruction made Echo look at Crosshair who had his lips set in a hard line, eyes studying the ARC trooper in an equitable manner. He huffed out a short breath when Echo still hadn’t listened and pointed his toothpick at the clone.
“Breathe in for four seconds, Reg,” he repeated in an anodyne voice. “You actually will pass out if you don’t.”
Realising how tight his chest had become, Echo choked and took in a trembling breath. Crosshair held up his fingers in time with the seconds passing, and upon reaching four, he spoke again. “Hold for seven seconds.” 
Crosshair counted down with his hands again, keeping them in Echo’s view so he could count with him. Upon reaching zero, Crosshair murmured, “breathe out for eight.” 
Echo followed the instruction, hearing the tremble of his breath as it was released and worriedly glanced at Crosshair. The sniper gave a small nod. “Repeat it.” 
Wordlessly, Echo did so, going through the breathing exercise the best he could. Crosshair kept counting on his fingers, hearing Echo’s breathing to maintain the pattern, though his gaze was on the floor to give Echo some privacy. When Echo’s breaths became smoother and lost the wheeze, Crosshair dropped his hand and lifted his gaze to the cybernetic clone. 
Echo had his eyes squeezed shut, teeth obviously clenched together. “S-Sorry for this, I don’t mean for it to happen… I don’t mean to be a b-burden.”
Crosshair was quiet at his side for a moment, watching with half lidded eyes and a toothpick between his teeth. “You’re fine.” He replied quietly. “It’s expected after what you went through. No one is mad at you for having justified reactions to trauma.” His nasally voice was an anchor for Echo to latch onto, keeping him on the Marauder and not into the pit that was his mental consciousness. “Just keep breathing, Reg, Hunter will kill me if you die.”
A stuttered chuckle left Echo and his eyes fluttered open, tipping his head to give Crosshair a weak smile. “D-Don’t worry, I’ll save you that trouble.” 
“Appreciated,” Crosshair answered back cooly, not drawing attention to the stutter in Echo’s voice. He interlocked his hands together from where they were draped over his knees. “You dizzy at all? Any headaches?”
The ARC trooper gave a small shrug, exhaling slowly and taking a big breath in before he responded. “Not really, just kinda floaty. I’ll be okay.”
Crosshair was quiet for a moment then dipped his head to the side as he next spoke. “What spurred it this time?”
Echo’s wince was obvious. “Just a bad day.” He offered stiffly. 
“Are you going to be alright?”
“Y-Yeah. Should be.”
“...Good.”
Though he hadn’t spent very long with them yet, Echo had started to pick up on the Bad Batch’s mannerisms, and that included speech patterns. He thought he caught a slight touch of relief in the man’s voice. He glanced at the sniper, his lips perking slightly despite the mellowness of his mood. “Are you worried about me or something, Crosshair?” 
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
His expression was as flat as ever, but Echo could see the slight concerned flicker in his eyes. Echo’s smile became more genuine and he exhaled a small laugh, looking at the floor to avoid Crosshair’s gaze that instantly turned to him at the sound. 
“Something funny, Reg?” His eyebrow lifted in question, toothpick shifting to the opposite side of his mouth when he spoke.
Echo shook his head, his grip on the weighted blanket loosening so his knuckles weren’t going white from the pressure.  “No,” he hummed, his gentle grin remaining despite his words. “Just didn’t expect you to be a big softie is all.”
Crosshair’s eyelid twitched marginally, and the toothpick went still. “Pardon?”
Where this big surge of confidence came from, Echo had no idea, but he was gonna ride it out while Crosshair was still in a good mood. “Wrecker said you were a sweetheart, but I didn’t believe him.”
The enhanced clone was silent for a moment, then he answered snidely. “...He’s wrong.” 
Oh, in the name of the Force, Crosshair couldn’t lie for shit. Echo looked him straight in the eyes, his mood taking a surprising turn into ‘chaos lane’, which he definitely preferred instead of ‘depression road’. 
Innocently, Echo inquired, “You sure? Cause I thought you hated Regs.”
“I do.”
“Then why give me Hunter’s weighted blanket and help me out of a panic attack?”
“I’m not a complete asshole I’ll have you know.”
“So I’ve realised, shocking isn’t it?”
Crosshair held his gaze for a long while. He then slipped the tooth pick out of his mouth and flicked it away. “Are you still in heavy discomfort, Reg?”
Echo arched a brow in suspicion. The concern was gone, and there was a new glint in Crosshair’s eyes, he couldn’t place what it was though. “No, not anymore,” he replied warily.
Crosshair smiled, and it sent a chill down Echo’s spine. “Good.” 
And then, without warning, he lunged forwards and tackled Echo down onto the rack. 
Ah. That glint in his eyes was for murder.
Echo immediately went on the defensive, a startled laugh bursting free as Crosshair tussled with him, trying to pin him down. The sudden playfulness was unexpected from the stoic trooper, but it wasn’t unwelcome. It threw Echo back into the old times with Fives, and it was a good distraction from his spiralling from earlier. 
“Crosshair, what the hell are you doing?!” Echo wheezed, his laughter blending with his words and making his movements weaker than they already were with the added weight of the blanket still covering him, and fatigue of his previous anxiety attack. 
“Take back what you said about me being a softie,” Crosshair hissed, a smirk lifting his lips as he tried to not let Echo’s contagious laughter spread to him. 
“I’m not wrong though!”
“Do it, Reg. I am not above using heinous methods.”
Echo grinned, locking hands with the sniper and trying to push him off, while his scomp pressed flat against the man’s chest. ”Give it your best shot, Crossy.”
Crosshair’s whole face screwed up like he’d eaten a lemon and that only made Echo laugh harder, his strength sapped further from the force of his cackles and allowing Crosshair the upper hand. 
“You’re gonna regret that, Reg,” Crosshair growled, and to Echo’s surprise and horror, the sniper’s hand holding the scomp dropped to drill into the clone’s underarm.
The sound that left Echo was downright unearthly, his startled shriek falling into a wild fit of laughter as he tried to curl into a ball and fight Crosshair off at the same time. The reaction was a surprise to the sniper, he’d expected some ticklishness, but this was about enough to rival Hunter or Tech. Echo was reduced to a state of laughter and squirming limbs, a complete mess due to his nervous system being attacked mercilessly. 
“You best hope our enemies don’t find out about this,” Crosshair snarked, his playful smirk unable to be hidden now. “You’ll be Sarlacc food in an instant.”
“P-Pihihiss ohohoff!” Echo retorted through hysteric giggles, trying to push Crosshair back with his hand that was still locked with the sniper’s. 
“Oh? You’re trying to fight back? Trying to get away? Heh, nope.” Crosshair’s hand slipped out of Echo’s and dropped to prod quickly along the ARC trooper’s ribs, tweaking some here and there. Echo yelped loudly at the sudden attack, his free hand now torn between shoving Crosshair’s fingers away and trying to shove at the man himself.
“You’re a strategist right, Reg? This counter attack doesn't seem very tactical.” Crosshair’s dry commentary only served to make Echo more giggly, his chest lighter in a way that it hadn’t been in a long time. 
“Crohohoss! Shuhuhut ihihit!”
“You never learn do you?” 
Crosshair’s hands shifted to test out Echo’s stomach and hips, dragging up his civilian shirt to show the pale skin just before where the prosthetics started. Echo was too busy giggling to realise the fate about to befall him, which caused Crosshair to smirk wickedly before he lightly dragged his nails across the soft, exposed flesh. Instantly, Echo’s legs kicked out and he threw his head back, bright, youthful laughter bursting free. 
“Hmm. Bad spot then?”
“YEHEHES!” Echo wheezed, smacking at Crosshair’s fingers desperately to try and get rid of the horribly tingly sensations crawling all over his waistline. 
“You do have a way out of this, remember?” Crosshair reminded, scratching quickly at Echo’s hip and snickering when the ARC trooper gave a screech, bending in a way that did not seem possible to try and avoid the sniper’s nails. “You’re only trapped for long as you choose to be.”
Echo managed to get in a smack to Crosshair’s forearm, just to be a little shit. He didn’t want to admit it, but this kind of messing around, it made him feel… human. He thought the Techno Union had robbed him of his humanity and everything that came along with it. Being able to process things, feel things, the ability to exist, they had all been altered in some way or another. But this? This felt normal. It felt just like it used to with his old squad, and Echo couldn’t be happier about it. 
Although… he was reaching his limits because Crosshair wouldn’t leave his goddamn soft spot alone. He finally cracked. 
“Mercy! Mehehehercy! Cross plehehease!” He gasped out, his stamina lacking from what it used to be after all that time with the Techno Union.
Crosshair’s hummed in contemplation, though he did lighten his touch to simple tracing and pokes. “You gonna take it back?”
Echo wheezed and nodded, grinning up at the sniper through watery eyes. “Ihihi wihihill! Juhust stohop!”
Crosshair chuckled and eased up entirely, getting off of the ARC trooper and pulling the weighted blanket back so it wasn’t keeping the clone down. Though Echo remained flat on his back, trying to pull in great gulps of stolen air while giggles intertwined with his efforts.
The enhanced clone huffed another chuckle in amusement. “You’re still laughing, Echo?”
There was a gentle kick to his leg from one of Echo’s metal prosthetics. “Shut uhuhup.”
Rolling his eyes, Crosshair settled against the wall of the ship, waiting patiently for Echo to get himself under control again, though he could tell it might take the clone a while. Out of pure curiosity, he asked, “Did this kind of thing happen a lot with your old batch?”
Echo huffed a small laugh, rubbing at his eyes that had gathered moisture from the laugh attack. “All the time,” he admitted, smiling at the rack above his own with bittersweet nostalgia. “The boys would gang up on me constantly, it was completely unfair.”
Crosshair smiled. “Oh don’t worry, the others and I will make it a habit again.”
Echo slung his arm over his eyes with a protesting groan, but Crosshair saw how his smile was still there. He leaned over and prodded Echo’s side again, taking satisfaction in the high pitched yelp that burst from the clone. 
“You still haven’t said it, you know.” He didn’t really care about being called a softie if he was being honest, he knew his actions spoke more than words, but he wanted to drag this out.
Echo glared at him, and then lifted his scomp up horizontally to point at Crosshair. 
The sniper looked at it in contemplative bemusement. “What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m flipping you off.”
That startled an incredulous laugh out of the sniper, his eyes playfully narrowing once more. “Okay you motherkriffer, apparently you need a round two.”
“Wait- wait, it was a joke- CrosshAHAHAIR! Nohohot agahahain!” 
Crosshair, who had slung an arm around Echo’s neck and yanked him against his chest, clawed at Echo’s sides and stomach again, smirking at the peals of bright laughter that spilled free of the trooper. 
‘You’re gonna be just fine with us, Echo,’ he thought, fondness bleeding through no matter how much he tried to ignore it. ‘You’ll never have to be afraid again.’
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junewild · 27 days
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i don't really understand people who give feedback like this? a) i know that tireder isn't a grammatically correct word, but here's a shocking fact: people rarely speak in perfectly grammatically correct ways and b) if i DIDN'T know, do you think that this would be a particularly educational way of telling me?
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theambivalentagender · 8 months
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Fellow writers/comic artists/people involved in the writing thing in some way:
Do you ever get this problem where you watch a bunch of media produced and set in another country, and then when you go to write all the dialogue starts coming into your head filtered in the accent(s) and manners of speech of that country that are distinctly different from where you've set your work?
I've watched all of Good Omens twice in the past week and now as I'm trying to plan out the next Valley Echoes comic everyone's suddenly got strong British/Scottish accents.
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