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chopper-base · 7 months

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Plan 99

Day 5 of @tbb-appreciation-week (which yes, I know im very late to)

Summary: Tech finds himself alive but in the empires hands. Extremely injured and alone, he can only hope his brothers managed to escape as he fights to escape with the help of a brother long lost.

Warnings: mentions of torture and death, hurt/comfort, Crosshair needs a kriffin vacation.

Prompts: Crosshair, Whump, Hiding face in neck, "I'll keep you safe"

Chpt1 | Chpt2

Chapter 2

Crosshair awoke to a sharp ache, a pained groan slipping past his lips. He took a shaky breath, a migraine quickly forming. It was no surprise when he realized he couldn’t move, restraints tightly bound over his wrists and ankles. He knew it was only a matter of time before Hemlock or one of his assistants noticed he had regained consciousness. It was a hellish routine. Every second the sniper was awake, he was being probed and prodded, a rat for them to use however they pleased.

“Crosshair?” A small voice whispered his name and Crosshair hoped to the Maker he was hallucinating. “Crosshair, it’s Omega. Can you hear me?”

Maker, kriff it all…

He forced his eyes open a crack, looking out of the corners of his eyes to see two very young and tear filled eyes staring back at him. The young girl's hair was longer than he had last seen it, hanging down just above her shoulders. Small bruises littered her face and neck, a hint of blood staining the collar of her shirt. Crosshair couldn't stop the seething anger that came over him as his eyes scanned over every scrape and bruise on her skin.

He opened his mouth to speak, wincing at the pain it caused but he forced himself to look his little sister in the eye, "...Who did this to you?"

She forced a small smile onto her face, reaching up and setting her hand gently on his bicep. "I'm okay, Crosshair."

If he wasn't strapped to this damn table, Crosshair he was sure he was gonna murder whoever the unfortunate soul was that stepped into this room next. The sniper was never one for physical contact but he wanted nothing more than to hold the terrified child next to him. He looked around, surveying the room, noticing the two were strangely alone. "Where's the rest of the batch?" He asked, hating how his own voice scratched out of his throat.

Omega's face fell, tears beginning to collect in the corners of her eyes. "Hunter and Wrecker escaped but…" Her voice broke, the tears rolling down her bruised cheeks. "Tech… he…" the choked sob that escaped her lips was enough for the sniper to realize what she meant.

He desperately searched her face for some sort of lie. Tech couldn't be dead. They had survived so much. He couldn't…

"Omega." He said as calmly as he could muster. "What happened to Tech?"

She couldn't look him in the eye, holding his arm like a lifeline. "We got- we got your message. Tech convinced Hunter to… to look for you. He- we were stuck on a rail car and was just hanging. We tried to pull him up! But he- he shot the connector and- I'm sorry!" She sobbed, her grip on his arm tightening.

Plan 99… Tech had sacrificed himself to save his brothers. Crosshair squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. He looked back at Omega, choked sobs racking her small frame.

"Omega." He said softly. "Do you know if anyone is outside this room?"

Omega finally met his gaze, shaking her head. "I don't think so. They locked the door and left me in here. Nala Se convinced them to let me see you."

Crosshair glanced down at his restrained body before looking back up at the girl. "You think you could get these restraints off?"

Omega scanned over his body before nodding, freeing his head first before moving down. Her face scrunched in concentration as she fiddled with the controls for the metal cuffs restraining his arms and legs. A small smile worked its way onto her face as the cuffs snapped open, freeing the sniper completely.

He lifted his arms slowly, rubbing his sore wrists before slowly sitting up. Omega put a supporting hand on his back as he swung his legs over the side of the table. He knew they didn't have much time but he took a precious second to pull the child into an embrace which she gladly accepted. He pulled away, lowering himself to the floor, grabbing the table to keep himself from falling as his legs shook under his weight. Omega held onto his hip, helping steady him, her eyes locked on his. He looked around the room again, looking for anything he could use as a makeshift weapon, his eyes landing on a shelf stocked with different tools. He recognized every one as Hemlock had used everyone on him at some point during his unfortunate stay in this hell hole. He slowly made his way over the shelf, grabbing the electrocution rod, flipping it on and watched the electricity dance along the end before switching it back off. He turned to Omega who was watching him intently. "The next person to walk through that door is going to have a very bad day." That got the small smile to return to her face.

The sound of the lock disengaging had the sniper quickly crossing the room, standing against the wall next to the door. The door hissed opened, and two TK troopers stepped in, their gaze fixed on Omega. The first one dropped with a grunt, the other barely able to turn to see the sniper before he too lay in a heap on the floor. Crosshair quickly picked up one of their blasters, turning the stun off before handing it to Omega and grabbing the other, doing the same. "Stay behind me and shoot when I tell you too." He instructed, peeking out of the room to see an empty hallway. Omega remained glued to him, peeking out from beside him with a death grip on the blaster in her hands. It was almost cute to see such a small child holding a blaster but he was reminded of that dreadful day when the batch first fled Kamino. When that same child expertly shot his firepuncher out of his hands. He knew she had no blaster training and yet she made that perfect shot. He knew there was something special about this kid, he just didn't quite know what it was yet.

He made his way down the hall, making sure Omega never left his side, listening closely for any footsteps or alarms but the hall remained silent. Too silent for the snipers taste.

Finally, those dreadful footsteps began to echo down that damned hallway, forcing Crosshair to pull Omega into the closest door. He had snaked his arm behind her back, lifting her up enough to press the child against his chest as he slammed the door controls. The door hissed shut, both clones holding their breath as they heard thundering footsteps echoing down the hall. They were alone in the room, the lights dimmed as far as they could go leaving the two in near darkness. The blaster was still gripped tightly in Omega's small hand, her other hand made its way around his neck. She made no move to get Crosshair to put her down, holding tightly to the sniper. The footsteps faded letting them both finally breathe. Omega turned slightly, her face burying into the side of his neck.

He could feel her begin to shake, her other arm wrapping around the other side of his neck. He lowered them both down, his knees landing on the cool metal floor. Her feet were still barely touching the ground as he held her tightly, unable to bring himself to let her go. "It's ok, ad'ika." He whispered into her ear. "I'll keep you safe. I promise."

She pulled back, her feet finally flat on the floor. Her gaze met his, tears brimming her brown eyes. A small smile decorated her face as she looked at her brother.

Crosshair forced himself to return the small gesture, trying to keep the child as calm as he could. He finally broke his gaze away, looking closer at the room they had taken refuge in. The room was basically empty. All that stood in there was a small control station and what looked to be three bacta tanks. Crosshair's breath caught in his throat as his gaze met the face of the man suspended in the first tank. Omega turned, searching for what the sniper had noticed and it was clear the moment she did.

"...Tech?"

Tag list!! (Let me know if you'd like to be added!!)

@rain-on-kamino @idoubleswearimawriter @staycalmandhugaclone @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @kalykat

#tbbaw2023 #crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair tbb #day 5 #fan fic #tbb fanfic #mentions of death #mentions of torture #past trauma #whump #hiding face in neck #i'll keep you safe #omega tbb #tech tbb #tbb tech #tbb omega #hemlock mentioned

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nimata-beroya · 8 months

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Hi dearies!

This is my piece for Day 5 of @tbb-appreciation-week. I'm really excited to share this fic that it's part of The Warrior & the Ice Vulture series! Besides the day's prompts "Whump" and "Hiding face on neck", I also threw in this “I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself.” as an early prompt from Whumptober 2023, and "I will only slow you down" from my @badthingshappenbingo.

Yeah, a lot will happen on this thing 😆

Chapters: 1/2

Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair/Original Character(s), CT-9904 | Crosshair/Katkris Pex, CT-9904 | Crosshair/Original Mandalorian Character(s)

Characters: Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Katkris Pex (Original Mandalorian Character), Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Additional Tags: tbbaw 2023, The Bad Batch Appreciation Week 2023, TBB Appreciation Week 2023, Day 5, Whump, hiding face in neck, Whumptober 2023, (Posted Early), Day 15, “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”, flirty banter, Crosshair Has Issues, So Has Katkris, Crosshair Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Katkris Needs a Hug, Mentioned Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Phee Genoa, Bad Things Happen Bingo, I Will Only Slow You Down

Series: Part 2 of The Warrior & the Ice Vulture, Part 1 of Whumptober 2023

Summary: The last thing Crosshair thinks when he takes the bounty to kill an Imperial captain is that Katkris will be involved in it too. And it's just his luck, because when the Mandalorian bounty hunter is around, chaos always follow.

DARK ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN

CHAPTER 1

Through the rangefinder of his rifle, Crosshair spies the stronghold that the Empire seized from locals and established its headquarters on this backwater planet. He adjusts the vision to thermal to see how many Stormtroopers are inside the structure. Crosshair expects his target to make it easy for him to eliminate him by coming out of the building at some point. He needs a plan B, however, for the eventuality that the Imperial remains stubbornly inside. As he suspected, the security in the complex is heavy, with numerous groups of troopers patrolling the hallways and gates. It isn't going to be easy to infiltrate, but not impossible if Crosshair times his movements correctly. The idea is to maintain his incursion a secret as long as he can, while eliminating hostiles as he goes. That'll make his exit much easier once he takes the target out.

Bounties on Imperials don't come often, much less with such a high reward. It makes him wonder what dirty business this Imperial is involved in, that even his higher-ups have turned a blind eye to the great bounty and haven't made it go away. Whatever the reason, Crosshair has every intention of collecting this one nevertheless.

It could've been an easier job if he had a team to work with, like the Bad Batch. But after all that has happened in the last several years, that isn't his life anymore. He touches down on Pabu on occasion between hunts when he needs a place to lie low, but the relationship with his siblings has never returned to what it used to be. It isn't as bad as it is when they’ve been on opposite sides, but there's too much hurt and guilt coming from all sides to pretend as if nothing has happened. And he doesn't have many other people he can trust; he can count them on one hand.

Crosshair shakes himself out of those thoughts and refocuses on the task at hand. He can do this on his own.

A cluster of heat signatures on the East end of the building catches his eyes. At first, he thinks it's his target in the company of four Stormtroopers guarding him, but as he watches, Crosshair realizes that he's mistaken. The smallest person in the room falls to the ground as one of the four bigger figures manhandles them. Without wasting time, the other three guards gang up with the first and start beating the person on the ground. Crosshair assumes it's someone who has committed a petty crime against the Imperial in charge, and this is their punishment for it. He knows more than anyone else that, sometimes, even something as simple as existing is enough a crime for the Empire. It's a lesson that he learned the hard way.

Telling himself that whatever is happening there isn't of his concern, he redirects his rifle in the opposite direction. He has a job to do, and it doesn't include rescuing a random person.

Crosshair spends the next hour or so studying the comes and goes of Stormtroopers around the building and finding out where his target is actually located. Despite the considerable numbers of Stormtroopers guarding the stronghold, he detects a pathetic high number of vulnerabilities in their patrol patterns. Hardly a surprise; Imperial conscripted soldiers will never achieve the efficiency of the clone army. Crosshair intends on using each one of those vulnerabilities to his advantage. However, there is something that, regardless of his initial dismissal, keeps bothering him. His attention has returned repeatedly to the East end of the building. It isn't relevant to his mission, and yet, he can't stop wondering who the poor bastard in that room is. No doubt, it's somebody having a very bad day.

The beating stopped a while ago, and the person has barely moved since then. They're lying on the floor in the same spot that the guards left them. If it weren't because their heat signature is as strong as it was in the beginning, Crosshair would think they're dead. Unconscious maybe, but something is telling him that it's not the case. And what happens in the next couple of minutes confirms his suspicion. A trooper returns to the room and kneels next to the person. The thought of that, being a rookie move on their part, crosses his mind at the same time that the “unconscious” person springs to life.

Keep reading on Ao3

#tbbaw2023 #archive reblog #crosshair #day 5 #fic #whump #hiding face in neck #oc: katkris pex #canon typical violence #injuries #blood #bad things happen bingo #whumptober 2023 #the warrior and the ice vulture

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fanfictasia · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Hunter Characters: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) (minor), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo (minor) Additional Tags: POV Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Not Canon Compliant - Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Season/Series 02, Hunter Needs A Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Soft Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Soft Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Family, Siblings, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crosshair Rejoins Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Happy Ending

Summary:

After tracking Hemlock from Eriadu to Tantiss, the Bad Batch successfully launches an infiltration to rescue Crosshair from the Empire’s grasp. Getting Crosshair was the easy part. None of them had really thought about how hard it would be to actually have him back. Until they do.

Read on:

https://www.wattpad.com/1378733035-star-wars-one-shots-miss-me

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14275898/1/Miss-Me

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thecoffeelorian · 8 months

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Overwatch, Chapter 2

Inspired by ASMR

SFW

Word Count: 1.6k

2 of 5 Chapters

Created for TBBAW 2023 @tbb-appreciation-week

DAY 5: CROSSHAIR

Hiding face in Neck

Characters: Crosshair and Omega, aka You are Omega because the usual 'x reader' tag will not work here.

Tags: Grieving, Smoking

Tag List: @groguandthebadbatch

AO3: Click Here

"...Tech?!"

Instead, you find yourself straight on the border between speaking clearly about everything that took place, about being within tethering distance of him and yet unable to do anything but watch as he let go of the load weighing your squad down, and turning into the same sobbing, shaking mess that you became the moment you learned the truth.

"What happened? Is he safe? Is he all—"

"—He's gone."

Somehow, though, in spite of your pain threatening to spill out of you like it would to any other girl of thirteen cycles...you just barely keep yourself together. The guards here like to punish the ones who protest too loudly, so it's not much of a stretch to figure out what they would do to anybody who bursts into tears and begs for their Sergeants.

What they could easily do to you without a second thought.

This is why you're able to explain to Crosshair exactly what went down on Eriadu with the same level of military bearing you've seen your own Sergeant demonstrate, and hopefully, with the same sort of calm demeanor that won't suggest to anyone you're an easy target.

Wouldn't Hunter be impressed?

Once you've gone past your narrow escape off of that horrible planet and into the ambush on Ord Mantell, though...well, that's when a few tears start slipping down your cheeks, even if you don't make a sound to accompany them. Your sense of shock might have worn off, all right, but the pain probably never will.

"...You're sure?"

"Yes. I heard what he said before he left us. I watched him fall. He's gone, Cross."

There's only silence now, a lack of words between you and Crosshair while the somewhat natural sounds of water dripping from rock faces and the occasional round of footsteps echo in the distance. In a way, it's only fair, because…because silence is a lot better than the two of you arguing, or yelling, or flat out turning your backs on one another.

A lot better than last time, or so you want to believe.

At least, not until you hear the dry sob coming from Crosshair’s direction.

"Well. There goes yet another brave young soldier, marching off into the dark."

Now, there's a stab of pain in your throat that you know didn’t come from any change in temperature, or virus, or strange thing you didn’t normally eat every day. It’s from the hollow sound of your cellmate’s voice as he processes the devastating news, and yet has nothing to offer in response other than regurgitated Republic slogans. Is that really all he has to say about the loss of his own brother…?

"We should all hope for a death as honorable as his...right?"

No.

No, you don't want to think about that now. It's becoming a bit too late for you to concentrate clearly, for you're feeling your mind start to fog up from your own grief. Grief, and fear, and possibly a bit of lasting pain from your injuries on the side.

"Or you could give me a hug."

Instead, you decide to do what you pretty much may have always done since you first left home.

Try to make a connection.

"A what...?"

"A hug, Crosshair. It's what people do to comfort each other when things go wrong."

There's a sigh in the darkness across from you, an image in your own mind of this sniper rolling his eyes at your request...then, you feel the tip of his finger tapping at your arm.

"...Fine. Come on over, I'm just straight ahead."

You feel his hand clasping loosely at your own, a dry, calloused thing that seems to be little else than cold skin and bones—and yet, you're silently glad that it's him, and not one of these 'doctors' or other sad excuses for medical personnel. Better him than just one more stranger who wants to turn you into their next experiment.

"So...like this?"

In fact, though he pulls you in a little closer with some hesitation, you're certainly feeling some relief once you're allowed to hide your face in his neck, even if for just a minute or two. He doesn't smell like antiseptic, at least...not like that Hemlock. You'd be very pleased if you never had to smell antiseptic again. You do, however, smell a little dried sweat, stale smoke, and something metallic coming from him, although you’re not about to make any foolish reactions about it so soon. Truth be told, you’re happier for this small moment of bonding than you are over the concept of ‘personal hygiene’.

"Yep. Not bad for your first try."

"Heh. That’s one thing I’m good at, I suppose. Still…"

That happiness doesn't last very long, though, because the next thing you know, he's nudged you back toward your bunk and back into your own wavering grief. Shame...you were starting to get used to the idea of not mourning Tech all by yourself.

"...We're gonna need some light."

At this same time, he was never one for giant emotional displays, so...perhaps it’s just as well. He’s got to do something important now, anyway, something like...lighting a very small lamp resting somewhere to your right. Is it only to add some light in here, you wonder, or will it bring in a little heat as well? Oh, how you hope that this will be so. You can only handle your own teeth chattering for so long.

"Or, should I say, I'm going to?"

But if that wasn't curious enough for you, then his next action certainly is. Once that lamp is good and flickering, its light spreading quickly across the floor and walls of your cell, he wastes no time in using the open flame upon what you can only describe as a death-stick.

"Surprise. I use them to trade for bread...mostly. The rest of the time, I save them for a little 'alternative medicine'."

It's not the first time you've seen anyone smoke during your travels, for a great many humans and humanoids did just that on Ord Mantell alone. You also saw a few on Coruscant, Bracca, and a few planets you’ve already forgotten the names of take smoke breaks as well, so it’s not exactly out of the ordinary. It is, however, the first time anyone you know decided to light one up, so...maybe that’s why you find yourself turning away from the foul-smelling smoke, not wanting to inhale so much as a single puff.

"Nasty, isn’t it…? Too bad. These count as credits, so you might want to start collecting a few. Who knows when they might be useful?"

"Hunter wouldn't approve."

A weakened, rough round of cold laughter slowly spills out of Crosshair, but not before a quieter round of coughing follows.

"Oh, I don't think Hunter's opinion counts around here, do you? What, is he coming to give us all a lecture?"

"That's not what I meant—"

"—Doesn't matter."

Whatever calm or patience he might have had in his voice before is gone now, and in his place, you almost believe yourself to be looking at the old Crosshair all over again. He certainly was the person you saw back on Kamino, so this version could easily be making a comeback.

"He's not in charge of this room, he's not in command of this floor, and I know he's nowhere close to being in comm range."

He takes a long inhale of the death stick and all of the poisons it holds; then proceeds to breathe out a small curtain of smoke only centimeters from where you're standing. A few seconds later, you're the one who coughs as soon as the smoke reaches your nose and mouth.

"So...why in the world would anyone here, myself included, bother with his stupid little demands?"

You can't answer right away. The strength of the smoke has made your eyes water on the spot, and with it, you almost wonder if it's going to choke you to death.

"Pfff...use that wet rag in the corner. It'll clear your vision."

Vision. Sure. It's almost one big joke that he's bothering to help you with it tonight. Especially since going back to his old habits seems to be a lot easier for him, never mind a bit more enjoyable.

Nevertheless...it works.

Once you’ve taken the rag out of the bowl of water it arrived in—a thing left lying on the floor in place of a sink, though not a very good replacement for a refresher—you’re able to see a bit better without your eyes smarting. As a few seconds gradually tick by, your throat stops itching as much. A shame that rag couldn't help rid you of any bigger problems, such as the amount of guards patrolling the hallway...or, for that matter, your cellmate's attitude.

"I meant I won’t be here long enough to trade anything."

Still, you're not about to fall for his attempts to rile you up. To rephrase the words of a wise sapper, you’re better than that.

"Or for that matter, to take up smoking. Our squad will be here long before then."

" 'Our squad, our squad'...bold words coming from somebody who’s going to be dragged off to Hemlock any day now."

Then again, he’s not exactly backing down against you, either.

In fact, you’re seriously beginning to wonder if he’s merely doing this to liven things up, or stranger still, if he actually wants you to start a fight with him.

"What exactly makes you think you’ll live that long, anyway…? It’s not like you have an arsenal of weapons all to yourself, now, is it?"

Try as he might, though, you're still not going to rise to the bait.

Not when you already know who your real enemies are, and he's no longer on that list.

"No...but I know quite a few Troopers who do."

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #tbbaw2023 #crosshair #hiding face in neck #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb crosshair and omega #you are omega #day 5 #grieving #smoking #tbb: overwatch

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nika6q · 5 months

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Headcanon: Senator Chuchi doesn't wear a lot of high collar, long sleeve blouses because she's reserved and that's her style. It's because she's fully tattooed and has an office job.

#riyo chuchi #not much you can do to hide face tattoos #but might as well cover the neck back and two full sleeves #headcanon #random

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ccarrot · 5 months

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y'know i'm with dazai here. if i were him there is nothing intimidating about chuuya.

#unimportant #imagine being a man who's basically built like a tank pushing 6ft and some scrappy little guy keeps coming up and challenging you to a figh #'who is this sassy lost child' energy #chuuhuahua fr fr #'i'm gonna kill you dazai' girl you can't even look him in the eye without craning your neck #actually i bet you can't even do that without adjusting your hat brim #operation shame and toad is so funny bc it's just chuuya hiding behind dazai and like. he completely disappears. hence. shame #dazai could probably fit 2 of you behind him actually chuuya.#he also got that baby face too. like. bro's probably getting ID'd everywhere he turns.#even though he's a known mafia executive who regularly breaks laws #sorry. it's chuuya nakahara bullying hours

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lamentofspring · 6 months

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haley nichole green, we are goodness to me

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iguessigotta · 9 months

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Idk any actual lore aside from what I've picked up in other fics but listen. I need to write something about Ramattra have you seen the man???

Ramattra x male reader (not specifically trans but that's implied in all my fics 💜)

You started worming your way into his life the moment you first cracked some dark joke about the state of humanity

He was initially curious - what would make a human turn on their own kind?

And, even more confusing, why were you still so kind to those around you - human and omnic alike?

It started as pure curiosity. A simple need to understand.

He started to....linger...near you at times, you could feel him watching you occasionally (every time you turned to catch him staring you'd find him focused on something else way in the distance)

It took more effort than he'd like to admit to stop his amused chuckle at the suspicious squint you'd always send his way

something something now you're dating so bonus thots™️ under the cut

SFW

Ramattra sometimes gives you his version of piggy back rides

It's really just you standing on his hips, arms draped around his neck for balance, watching over his shoulder as he goes about his day

He'll let you hang out there as long as you want tbh he likes being close to you

It's very silly to see but if Ramattra catches anyone laughing...... 😬😬

🔞NSFW🔞

Sometimes, Ramattra is amazed that you, a frail human, would put so much trust into him. That you'd feel safe with him in your most vulnerable moments. He was an Omnic built for war, not-

The thought makes him weak when he's knuckle-deep in you

Though you writhe and pant under him, gripping the sheets until your own knuckles turn white, strangled cries escaping your open mouth while you teeter on the edge of release

Though you haven't even touched him yet

Somehow, Ramattra is just as much of a mess as you are

He feels as though he's trembling, terrified of hurting you (part of him still scoffing at his own concern for a human)

He's so focused on your reactions he swears he can feel your heart beating in his own chest

If you were able to hear anything over your own sounds, you'd notice the once-soft whirring of fans within Ramattra's body has gotten much louder, vents opening on his back to release hot air

He's desperate, touching you as though he'll find his own release through yours

You reach up, intent on dragging his face down to you, but Ramattra beats you to it, burying himself in the crook of your neck

When you finally do tip over the edge - back arching high off the bed as your head flies back with a startled cry - the deep groan that rumbles in your ear and against your chest makes you think he might actually have come undone just from touching you

The thought sends you over the edge a second time, legs locked and trembling around his arm

#ramattra x reader #ramattra x male reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch x male reader #ramattra headcanons #no kids allowed #he's literally the first robotic character I've fallen head over heels for and I'm heartbroken ill never get to hug him #i wanna figure out what makes him hide his face in the crook of my neck!!#i wanna make him flustered and shy!!!!!!#i wanna hear his cranky grumbling when i kiss all over his face #leaving smudges all over the place #his nemesis form? built for hugging. boyfriend shaped. I'm in love with him #no beta we die like men #this is apparently my 100th original post on this blog? nice

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mattodore · 7 months

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matthias wiping away theo’s tears 🧎

#river dipping #ts4 #ts4 edit #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #I KNEW I WOULD FALL ASLEEP.............. is it really even a nap if it's four hours long... atp i just went to bed djfknjd #anyway ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹#originally the final pose between theo as an adult and matthias was just them reaching out to each other but when i was testing the pose #i was just staring at it like this is such a static pose... so i sat there for a good five minutes just trying to think of something else #and when i realized matthias wouldn't be able to just stand across from theo and watch him cry without touching him i started vibrating out #of my skin like . he would need to reach out wipe at theo's face and kiss his eyelids and let theo hide his face in his neck and cry it out #when theo cries it's........#ugh.#he keeps that brave face going for a long time and his eyes might water and tears might spill out some but he stays quiet normally #but if matthias is there.......... if he speaks to theo in that way he does..... if he touches theo....... god it just all comes out #like he cries similar to how he laughs (hence WHY when he genuinely laughs there are times he starts to cry*)#(*refer back to question 89 in the 100 questionnaire w/ theo for more on this ☝️🤓)#it just all spills out when matthias touches him and it's startling coming from someone as reserved as theo yk? it shakes his whole body #he rubs at his eyes with his fists and shakes his head and he apologizes repeatedly and looks down like he's expecting to be hit.......#which. is bc he was actually hit for crying as a child. his father would make him look in the mirror while it would happen...#so theo doesn't look up when he cries generally speaking...#but theo feels safe with matthias. and matthias doesn't ask him to stop apologizing or to calm down. he just lets theo work it out himself #and he gathers theo up into his arms and he holds him. rubs his back. brushes his hands through theo's hair. tells theo he's there.#yeah........... well. glad i've made myself sad first thing after waking up fdvjnkfdhfgnh that's just the mattodore experience baby #ANYWAY. i should take pics of the extra pose i made for this of theo crying into matthias's neck.#you can't see his expression bc he's clutching incredibly close and his face is obscured. but yeah... it's open sobbing atp... lays down #theo theo theo... baby baby baby......#but ok... think i'm gonna eat and then start getting to my activity and also!! reblog some posts i drafted from when i couldn't really type

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oatbugs · 4 months

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Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

#saw carnation lily lily rose by john singer seargent irl today. it was basically at my doorstep all along idk why i never went to see it #it was placed at a corner in the gallery. me and my friend sat down and sketched the paintings of beautiful naked people quite badly. paper #provided by tate britain. she told me about how she couldnt look her boyfriend in the face after a harrowing film about war. when i say the #interview was informal i mean the person who was supposed to be my boss told me let me get you a cider and then he said after #50 years of life he knows people are inherently good and it only takes a little bit of kindness to save this world. he said he tricked #his wife into keeping the baby and then he said he quit his job at a US bank to help people find meaning and in it #he would have liked to find meaning. instead he started climbing with his friends. he said he chews his cigarettes because its a habit from #when he had to hide things from people. the entire time i felt uncomfortable and incredibly enlightened. this is my friends mentor. she has #his pattern of pauses and expletive and penchant for ends-justify-means attitude. i do think im not very clever #but maybe one day i will love you enough to make up for it. i wrote code i dont understand staring at the final error i thought about how #we both thought of how when we're too old to remember the voices of our friends we would like to stand in the pathway of the LHC beam pipe #cut it open and eat light in the freezing cold vacuum (kills you long before radiation will) the invisible puncture wound unfolding dna #back to the start larger than you ever were. you go to heaven once youve been to hell. my friend is in my bed #practicing calculations of eigenvectors by hand and she is uninterested in a visual proof you are uninterested in incompetence #we catch a train this is your kind of burden you tragic hero wincing at that word you only do this because you have to. im the only one #who can. i am a coward in this for the fucking poetry. the visual proofs. the pretty numbers. an architect who was horrible at maths wanted #to be a philosopher and accidentally ended up neck in deep in 70th Error On Visual Studio Code i want to kiss your eyes before we say #goodbye we both know there is no love in the way there should be. I still have your dress in my wardrobe. i hope you make art.#you think im alright head-wise i think you fucking hate me i think ill never be so clever you want me to tell you my idea?#if you wanted more of this world i would have liked to kiss you harder. we cant both be like this. im sorry i cant be with you the whole wa #the love is gone if you have to ask it. his breath catches his eyes feel stiff it is -1.9 kelvin he is near the beam pipe i miss holding #his hand i miss her singing voice i miss his hair and i found the antonym of pain thank you for carrying me home.

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gracebriarwoodwrites · 5 months

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A mouse ran into my room and hid under my dresser. I can't sleep with a mouse in my room, and I can't sleep in my room if a mouse dies in it, so I ran upstairs to fashion a humane trap out of an old seltzer bottle and some tape. I set the trap in my room and the mouse SQUIGGLED BACK OUT UNDER THE DOOR

#i have wedged some stuff under the door to prevent the mouse's return and i left the bottle trap outside my room in case the little guy #has to hide from the cats #got a rash from the peanut butter i put in there :( might have to see about getting an epi pen when i go to the doctor again #what you do is you cut the top off the bottle put peanut butter in it and then tape the bottle together with the neck facing inwards #it's not perfect but i don't have the materials for anything else

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eyedovesart · 11 days

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really into gundham btw. controversy below cut

i know bald has a Reputation around these parts but gundham with alopecia speaks to me for some reason. so here's him wigless. he has sustained many head injuries in his time

#gundham tanaka #sdr2 spoilers #sdr2 #eye does dr #he also absolutely uses makeup to look that pale. this guy hangs out in the sun with wild animals. he is not that pale. imo.#part of the reason he wears scarf (to hide where his face makeup blends into his neck)#<- ignoring the shirtless sprites entirely dw about me

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volfoss · 3 months

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do u guys like her...

#twist rambles #having to write the id for this like. heres all the diseases.#sorry im like... ive been researching on and off all day and i truly do think i could fix her. pray fo rme that buyee shipping wouldnt be #too bad bc i want her soooo bad #bjd posting #and shes DIRT CHEAP. 1000 yen. like thats NUTS. they keep having to put the auction back up bc NO ONE will bid on this thang.#anyways. i am pretty confident now after all the research that... i could remove the face paint and resculpt her nose and then. paint it #again lmao. thankfully cordula (my resinsoul li/my VERY pink doll) has also had to have been full head painted so like... it shouldnt be to #bad? and w already having a body that SHOULD perfectly fit (given i can figure out the neck connector lol) i can just... paint her head to #match the body if i do go thru w it. i dont normally get like... this focused on what i assumed was an impulse purchase (havent bought her #yet) but i just... i keep thinking abt her like. i genuinely curse the autism object empathy bc every day ive been like checking the sales #page to see if it will truly be MY burden to bear.#anyways. i am making this post to get thoughts on her. do you guys see the cuteness hiding under the scaries.#if i DID get her it would be a massive liveblog adventure as i clean her up so. know that if you are invested in me deyuckifying beasts lol

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httpiastri · 29 days

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Stop, the paddock ask, imagine being able to go on the grid and speak to him before the race starts

:(( im crying over this :((( getting to wish him good luck up close, giving his hand a squeeze and his helmet a good old slap shsjshsjs and seeing his smile up at you through his helmet 🥺

#gosh idk if ive ever wanted to be a driver gf to anyone as much as pepe rn shdkdhdjd #i think it would be adorable #im so soft thinking about being there with him #but especially like before & after the races #celebrating with him if he had a good race :) celebratory kisses and big smiles #or comforting him after a bad one….. wrapping your arms around him and letting his face hide in your neck #fingers brushing through his hair to calm him #god im craving him so badly these days #what’s going on with me #asks!#anon!#pepe thoughts

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parkitaco · 1 year

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byler + 3

It's a dizzy sort of night, Mike thinks as he slumps against the couch, vision blurry as he watches the crowd of bodies in the center of the room. This fact probably isn’t helped by the fact that he’s a bit drunk right now, loud music thumping in time with his heart as he surveys the party, head spinning and feeling sort of- floaty. Like he’s underwater, or something.

He’s not sure why Dustin wanted to come to this party so badly, he thinks hazily, as a girl with blonde hair and red-rimmed eyes stumbles past him. It’s not fun. Mike had thought, initially, that maybe being drunk would make it more fun, but now that he is he’s quickly realizing that’s not true. He’s just- more subdued, now. Not a fun partygoer.

“Hey, baby,” a voice says, and Mike brightens a little as Will Byers flops down onto the couch beside him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and holding a red Solo cup in the other. “You okay?”

Mike bobs his head, then reconsiders and shakes it. “M’ done,” he says decisively, and Will raises his eyebrows.

“Is that so?” he asks, light and teasing, and Mike glowers at him. “How much have you had to drink?”

Mike shrugs noncommittally, squirming further into Will’s side. “Enough.”

Will releases a quiet breath, fingers coming up to curl through Mike’s hair, and some of the dizziness subsides, grounded by the simple touch. “Okay,” he murmurs, and Mike is vaguely aware of a kiss being pressed to the side of his head, “Do you want to go home?”

Mike blinks up at him blearily, mouth twisting in contemplation. Will’s home is far from his own, he reasons - it’s a whole three miles, and if Will takes him home then he’ll leave and be unreachable for another twelve hours while Mike sleeps, and Mike doesn’t like that at all. He likes it when Will is next to him. He likes waking up next to him, on the occasion that Will stays over or Mike sneaks over to the Byers’ house in the night when he’s lonely and needs his boyfriend.

“My house is bad,” he tells Will seriously, and Will’s face pinches in what could either be amusement or concern. “S’ cold. And dark. And- bad.”

Will’s mouth twitches a little. “Okay,” he says again, always reassuring, always steady, “Do you want to stay, then?”

Mike scowls. “No. Here is also bad.”

Will considers this, nodding and humming like it makes perfect sense, and Mike loves him. He loves him so much. Few people can decipher Mike’s rambling even when he’s sober, but Will always knows what he means.

“I could take you to my house,” Will offers, hand still gentle in Mike’s hair, “Would that be better?”

Mike nods eagerly, and immediately regrets it when the room spins. He groans and clings to the front of Will’s sweater, and Will laughs sympathetically as he wraps his arm more firmly around Mike and kisses the top of his head again. “Okay,” he says for a third time into Mike’s hair, “Let’s go get the rest of the Party, yeah?”

Mike whimpers, not liking the idea of moving very much right now, even though he knows it will be required in order to get to the car. “No,” he says, squirming closer and tucking his face away against Will’s neck. Will is warm, like he always is, and he smells like detergent and cologne and it’s all very comforting, in Mike’s dizzy state. “That’s bad.”

“Okay, well-” Will starts, but then the couch is sinking as another weight lands on it, and the sound of Dustin Henderson’s voice overlaps with Will’s.

“What’s wrong with Mike?” he asks, clapping a hand to Will’s shoulder, and Mike lifts his head just enough to send a glare in his direction. He’s seated on the other side of Will, and the rest of the Party is close behind him, hovering over the couch.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Mike says petulantly, glaring at all four of them. “It’s just bad.”

Lucas raises an eyebrow, looking like he’s hiding a laugh. “Bad?” he asks, and Mike nods meekly as he shoves his face back into the crook of Will’s neck.

Will drags a reassuring hand over Mike’s back, kissing his head again. “I think I’m gonna take Mike home,” he says softly to the rest of the Party, thumb still tracing circles over Mike’s shoulder blades, “Do you guys want me to take you too or will you be okay here?”

There’s a soft set of mumbles as the Party presumably discusses their options and then-

“We’ll be okay,” Lucas says gently, and a hand that feels like El’s reaches out to squeeze Mike’s shoulder. “Let us know if you guys need anything, okay?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Will replies, and then he’s nudging Mike gently, guiding him into a sitting position. “You good?”

Mike nods, blinking and trying to make his vision less blurry, and Will smiles as he helps him to his feet. The red Solo cup has disappeared at some point in the last few minutes, leaving Will’s hands free to hold Mike steady as they make their way out onto the front lawn.

“I don’t like parties,” Mike says, resting his head on Will’s shoulder as Will fishes for his keys and unlocks the car. “They’re-”

“-bad?” Will finishes, smiling down at him and opening the passenger door. “Well, the good news is you don’t have to go to any if you don’t want to.” He gently pushes Mike’s head off his shoulder and helps him climb into the passenger seat, making sure that his seatbelt is strapped.

“Dustin likes them, though,” Mike points out, slumping in his seat and staring up at Will with wide eyes.

Will snorts. “Since when is Dustin the leader of the Party?”

This is a fair point. Mike chews on his lip, glancing away, and Will kisses his temple three times before shutting the door and walking around to the driver’s side.

“You’re pretty,” Mike says absently as Will pulls the car out onto the road, lit only by a flickering street light. Will is always pretty, Mike thinks, that little smile always pulling at the corners of his mouth and his hair falling in his eyes, and even in the shitty glow of the streetlight Mike can see the contours of his face, smooth and captivating.

Will glances at him, amused. “Thanks, Mike,” he murmurs, reaching across the console to slip his hand into Mike’s, “So are you.”

Mike frowns, resting his head against the window and threading his fingers through Will’s as he watches houses pass by outside. “No,” he huffs, mildly frustrated, “I look mean all the time. You’re- nice. Pretty.”

He watches in the reflection of the window as Will purses his lips, sneaking another glance at Mike that he probably thinks Mike doesn’t notice. “You’re not mean,” he says quietly, thumb brushing over the back of Mike’s hand.

“Yeah-huh.”

“You’re not,” Will argues, fingers tightening in Mike’s, “You’re sweet. I don’t even think you mean to be, but you are.”

Mike twists back to face him, eyes wide in the dark as Will pulls into the Byers’ driveway. “Really?”

“‘Course,” Will replies, putting the car into park and looking at him properly. “You say sweet things to me all the time without even thinking twice about it, and you help our friends whenever they need it, and you always remember to do the little things. And,” he adds, smiling a little, and his free hand reaches out to tap Mike’s nose lightly, “You’re pretty. There’s a reason I sketch you all the time, you know.”

Mike smiles a little despite himself, blushing under Will’s fingers. “Because you love me?” he tries, grinning all teeth, and Will laughs lightly.

“Well, yeah,” he concedes, and Mike’s heart does a cartwheel in his chest, “but also because you’re beautiful.”

Mike’s blush deepens, and he glances away, sliding further down in his seat. Will laughs again, quiet and gentle, and Mike can hear the soft click of the seatbelt as he climbs out of his seat, before walking around to Mike’s side of the car and opening the door. Mike smiles as Will’s warm arms wrap around him, unstrapping his seat belt and dragging him out of the car. He slumps against Will’s side, and there’s a blast of warm air as Will helps him into the house.

“Are you tired?” Will asks quietly, as they round the corner to his bedroom, Mike stumbling in the direction of the bed.

Mike nods, and Will hums in agreement, dumping him carefully onto the bed and helping him out of his jeans and sweatshirt. “I’m going to get you some water,” Will says quietly, as Mike wriggles under the covers in only his boxers and undershirt, and Mike pouts, staring wide-eyed up at him from where his head rests against the pillows.

“Stay,” he whines, hand closing around Will’s wrist, and Will places a hand on his hip as he stares down at him.

“I’ll come right back,” he insists, but Mike isn’t having it. He gives Will’s wrist a sharp tug, and Will yelps as he tumbles down on top of him, landing next to him on the mattress as Mike firmly guides Will’s arm to rest over his waist.

“Mike,” Will huffs, even though he doesn’t seem to be very keen on moving anytime soon, “You need to drink some water.”

“Later,” Mike promises, wriggling closer and going back to hiding his face in Will’s neck, kissing his collarbone twice and winding a hand around the front of Will’s sweater. “Just lay with me. For a minute.”

Will sighs. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters, no bite to it, and Mike grins against his skin. “Do you feel better now, at least?”

Mike doesn’t even have to think about before he nods, forehead brushing Will’s chin as Will’s arms wrap more firmly around him. “M’ always better when you’re around,” he murmurs, and Will presses another kiss to the top of his head as they both drift off to sleep.

#3 - hiding face in neck #ty anon <33 #byler ficlet #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #established relationship

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