#i just want fluff bro

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@luveline

⭒ You Haven't Kissed Me All Day

miguel assumes you're mad when you stop initiating kisses and tries to get back on your good side

⭒ Waiting Game

the tension between you and miguel rises to an all-time high

@bluesidez

⭒ Firefighter!Miguel, part 2

@scoobysnakz

⭒ Loser!Miguel

@theorphicangel

⭒ Will You Be My Valentine?

⭒ Lazy Day In Bed

⭒ Does Cupid Give Second Chances?

you have a valentine’s date tomorrow and you’re somewhat excited for it. but there’s just one thing you’re unsure about…thankfully your trusted roommate can help. right?

@lacedinweb22

⭒ Valentine's Day

⭒ Miguel Talks You Through It

@clementine-thedestroyer

⭒ Cockwarming

Miguel loves having you cock warm him.

⭒ Come To Bed

Basically, sleepy Miguel fucks you because you wouldn’t come to bed and let him sleep. Fluffy at first, then turns smutty.

@wyvernest

⭒ Neighbor!Miguel

moving into a new city with no friends and family around. having to find your place in an entirely new space and into new people's lives.

@bruh-anator3000

⭒ Aftercare

As much as Miguel loved to absolutely destroy you, loved how you cried beneath him and begged for mercy from the treatment you asked of him - there was something he loved even more.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

honestly i don’t see as much childhood friends to lovers with katsuki as i would like to and i feel like that’s criminal. like that is a criminal offense.

[mziroe]

Quiet nights (♡˙︶˙♡)

zoro x reader

“Your hands,” You mutter under your breath, your gaze settling on your hand in his, tracing a plethora of shapes into the palm of his hand. They seem to engulf yours, enveloping them in a sense of warmth and comfort you are slowly growing used to. You nod your head as though agreeing with yourself, a breathless laugh leaving your lips as you appreciate these rare moments of silence.

“They’re nice to look at,” feeling the words tumble out of your mouth without much inhibition. Being completely vulnerable like this was never your forte, nor was it his. Zoro grunts in response, unable to hide the grin slowly stretching on his face. His thumb leisurely caresses the back of your hand, fixated on your own hand in his just as you were. He had never imagined his hands for anything other than reaching his goal, so used to seeing it grip onto a dumbbell or the hilt of his swords, his intention always ending with violence.

To see it hold yours as though he holds a feather, as though you were something much more precious to him than life itself, surprised both you and himself. You can’t help but feel your heart melt at the sight, his usually gruff exterior melting away before your eyes. He wasn’t even drunk this time, not even a lick of alcohol in his system.

Maybe he was a little drunk, he thought to himself, drunk on the way your gaze held his ever so lovingly, knowing his affections for you were recirprocated.

“To hold.” he finally whispers, as though his words were meant for your ears only, as though you were the only person in the entire world. His eyes met yours and you felt his love for you come crashing down in a tidal wave, drowning you in his endless affections reserved just for you.

“To hold is the one thing I'll never tire of doing."

[pinky-in-blankets]

GUYS.

GUYS I HAD THE BIGGEST BRAIN EVER

LISTEN.

Listen. Okay?

For those who participate- consider your preping for Artfight (or any competition, really.) And your just like getting ready and stuff and then you see it.

Your F/o comes to you and they're just. Standing there. Fidgeting with something in their hands. Avoiding eye contact. Your trying to figure out what is up with them. What's wrong???

Then they just.. Hold out a delicate laced Hankerchief out to you, their face and cheeks turning a soft tinted red as they fumble with their words, explaining how they read that whenever their beloved went off to compete in competitions, It was tradition to give them a trinket of their affection for good luck; A Hankercheif.

YOUR F/O. WENT THROUH THE TROUBLE OF FINDING ONE OF THOSE SO THEY COULD WISH YOU LUCK IN THE COMPETITION. WHO KNOWS HOW OR WHERE THEY GOT IT. THEY GOT IT FOR YOUU.

*screaming*

It doesn't even matter anymore if you win or loose this is going to be kept forever they are never getting this back again.

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Proship/Comship DNI.

[overly-verbose]

I'm just thinking that Uraume is a great cook, but the real masterpieces are made up of people. I understand that Sukuna will be a little uncomfortable eating people's kebabs (that usually scares teenagers, you know). BUT. The moral mobility of His Evil Majesty's mentality simply says to me: Find the enemy, and the big guy will finally get a nice meal. He worked so hard, he deserves dinner. ("Fu_k, Marry, Eat" game. Start). SO. ONE DAY. People tempura — yes or no? How much Curse is in our King?

Uraume is indeed a great cook, ridiculously even lol

- I mean afaik it's canon that, whilst human meat is supposedly difficult to prepare well, they managed to do it; which is one of the main reasons why Sukuna kept them around aside from the fact that they're a powerful sorcerer lol

(he most probably liked the unaltered taste by itself too (he did in my Series Canon for sure), but Uraume made it additionally enjoyable - so for Mr. I Do What I Want it was definitely a unique plus lol)

As for SIkuna eating people, hmm

Although he's pretty deeply in denial about it, he doesn't actually directly feel anything negative at the prospect

(as showed in Part 4, he actually found the little taste of Yuji's blood he got by accident ridiculously enjoyable, if in terms of Identity Issues and 'Ah Shit That's The Kid's Blood' extremely distressing as well. What a fun combination)

- it's Everything Else around it that makes him uneasy; like the fact that he Knows It's Wrong, The Kids Would Most Freaking Likely Not Like it, and just overall the Character Dissonance he feels about it all

because how the fuck can he be a protective inner marshmallow that would just like to hug the kids, and give them headpats, and heal their wounds, and just overall take care of them as best as he can 🥺

and someone that gets absolutely freaking giddy at the idea and acts of violence and bloodshed (as long as it doesn't involve Some People but especially if it involves Other Ones) at the same time y'know?

(sorry bro, you're not gonna get any less contradictory anytime soon if ever - have fun being yourself, whatever that means, lol

Complex characterisation and all that ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

But returning to the topic; I won't say anything about further down the timeline

(he might, he might not, who knows, probably not in a way that would upset the kids too much if anything but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

but there is this one particular, hm, person that would fit all boxes in terms of being a mostly guiltless but still tasty snack, though not as tasty as possible, who miight be meeting him relatively soon (how??)

- and SIkuna wouldn't even need to break any promises with Yuji (oop spoiler 👀) to indeed have a spooky snack!

So, before anything as sophisticated as tempura - there may be moreso sashimi :] *HeeHee HoHo's a bit as lighting strikes in the background and I comically jump in surprise because wtf the sky's clear-????*

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[storfulsten]

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[inkedisda]

Why is there so much sidlink angst why are you all trying to break my heart

[malulurivers]

I don't know if you do crossovers, but if you do, how would viktor react to a spider-person S/O? Spidersonas have been blowing up again since across the spiderverse so it made me curious

when it comes to spiderverse i absolutely do, anon! i've seen some fantastic art of jayce and viktor in the style of spiderverse, i think i reblogged it somewhere, so to say 'i love this idea' and 'i've had a little think about it already' would be two big understatements!

i'll try to keep it succinct though XD

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How Viktor would react to having a spider-person SO

honestly, the word 'fascinated' could tldr this entire post

Viktor is quite a private person, who would absolutely treasure communication and trust in a relationship

so as the Spider of the Runeterran universe, as soon as you had made your relationship official, you knew you had to tell him of your secret identity sooner rather than later

you'd been surprised neither he nor Jayce had worked it out yet, being incredibly intelligent inventors and all

but you'd figured they'd be safer not knowing, so you'd tried to subtly keep it from them anyway, and directed the conversation away from your Spider-alter ego whenever they occasionally came up

so you had it planned out.

you were going to tell Viktor next time he was at home, when you got him in a break day, and it was going to be the just the two of you. somewhere private, somewhere safe.

you would explain everything gently. you'd reassure him that if he wasn't comfortable with being with you because of it, then you'd have no resentment towards him

there were plenty of good reasons to be wary after all

then one night you had a particularly long escapade

trying to uncover a deeply-rooted crime circle, you'd ended up rescuing a group of young people who had gotten in trouble with enforcers for frankly ridiculous reasons

you'd then had to outsmart and deal with said enforcers (who were undoubtedly the worst part) to escape, and they head nothing back in their chase

you'd decided to head to the lab instead of home for safety, as at least that wasn't as incriminating. also there was more spaces to hide

it was so late that it was morning, and even you expected that Viktor had gone home by now

but he had, in fact, not

so you'd entered the lab by climbing through the Jana-knows-what storey window, blood rushing with adrenaline, levering yourself down to the floor cleanly with a web

right beside Viktor's desk, where he was sat, eyes wide and frozen

it hurt to see his expression focused on you. he was hiding it well but there was fear in how he swallowed, in how he clenched his fist on the handle of his cane

it hurt until you remembered that 1. he did not know it was you, and 2. he had just witnessed you crawling on glass, spinning on webs and moving way too fast for a normal human

also 3. you bore a striking resemblance to the description given of a 'criminal' (as described by enforcers) that had recently been reported to be involved in the explosion of a factory in the Undercity

sure, you knew it had been for good: that you had apprehended your target, and there had been no casualties

but it dawned at you that Viktor remaining as calm as he did was inherently a miracle

"can I... help...? you...?"

his thoughts were rushing at 100mph compared to their normal 50, and you could see it in his searching stare, watching and waiting for you to move, speak, do anything

luckily, after a few seconds of stumbled words and a hasty removal of your mask, he was back down to earth, heaving a sigh and almost laughing in relief

"I cannot believe—I thought you were...!"

for a moment anyhow, before the reality sunk in further and you were bombarded with questions

"wait, you are the Spider? the masked vigilante?"

"where did you just come from? were you fighting someone?"

"are you alright? are you hurt? did anyone follow you?"

after some explanation and reassurance, he relaxes a lot

honestly he takes the news very well! despite the unplanned nature of its reveal

he's very pragmatic as a person and very loyal

despite the obvious exhaustion on his face, he perks up with intrigue as you tell him everything—how you got bitten, how you got hold of your current suit, how you chose your identity, what you've been keeping tabs on, who you've fought, what you've lost.

however, he is a scientist first and foremost after all, so even after the basics are out of the way, his curiosity is never going to be quite sated

so later on, he's asking more specifics

he's always very polite when requesting to see your abilities, very gentle and never overwhelming you. he wants to see all of them, if you'll allow him to

the webs, the wall-climbing, the increased agility and strength, the spider sense, no matter what it is, you always leave him amazed

and your abilities quickly become a source of inspiration for his own trajectories into science

he's particularly fascinated with the possibilities of your webs, regardless of whether they're organic or mechanical

he sees this as an opportunity to work with you and that makes him very happy indeed

on top of inspiring him scientifically, your passion for helping others reminds him what he's doing his work for, as well as how much he loves you

he adores your heart, your compassion, even if it worries him that you're putting yourself in harms way

this likely leads to him putting time aside for side projects, where he invents things to help you

he may be more of a pacifist, but he's surprisingly down with vigilante justice

he wants to help and protect people with his own technology, he'd be a hypocrite with his head in the sand if he believed that never fighting was truly an option

just as long as you're careful

because of this, he's not going to make you weapons. not that you would ever ask him to. that's not your style, and you'd much rather have the tools he creates to help you escape extra sticky situations

his main focus first and foremost is to help upgrade your suit, particularly providing more safety for your mask so you can breathe in the Undercity

however, whatever upgrade or mechanism it is as time goes on, he always lets you take the lead. you're the hero, not him, and he just wants to support you as best he can

for what it's worth, he'll talk positively of your secret identity to Jayce, hoping it'll get through to Mel

he would even defend you publicly if he was in the council room and the Spider came up

much to your chagrin, as you're worried for his safety just as much as he's worried about yours

when you move in together particularly, you're aware of the danger you're putting him in

you regularly frequent the Undercity and have dealings down there, so returning to live Topside by day has its innate dangers

especially when you're constantly avoiding villains and enforcers alike

but also your identity must stay a secret for his sake as well as yours

he'd be ruined if the fact that he's in a committed relationship with a a vigilante became known

unsurprisingly, Viktor overlooks this part

but as long as the two of you look out for each other, you're certain nothing can go wrong

overall Viktor is a caring and loyal partner, and this wouldn't change in the slightest if his S/O was a vigilante spider-person

he'd be incredibly supportive, though likely wouldn't be able to keep from getting a little excited over the capabilities of your powers. and from asking a ton of questions

you'd become a muse of sorts for him in some of his inventions, and a close partner in his technology in other ways

although, if you have access to the Spiderverse? poor man's going to start fizzing internally

the prospect of portals? already functioning across dimensions? universes?!

he's a reserved kind of person, but I don't think he'd be able to stop himself from trying to weasel his way into meeting someone who knew a lot about how it worked

aka, if you don't know how the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse's teleporting mechanics work, then he's going to try and talk to someone who does

with your permission of course

I think that Viktor would get along very well with Miguel...!

...until he very much doesn't.

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masterlist | buy me a hot chocolate <3

[bonestrouslingbones]

btw one of the things i want to do when i really rap up atbb for real is spontaneously get the energy at will to do actual updated fullbodies of the main 4 since now i actually have the ability to draw them the way they look in my head & have the skills to put some more variety in their shapes. basically i wanna

[raven-delamuerte]

Me, a tired bird: I just want you to focus for five minutes on perfecting this first chapter. I want it to be good enough for publishing.

My Brain: Tyler paints his nails black to match Wednesday. He got the idea from seeing Gómez paint his red to match Morticia.

Me, in tears: PLEASE STOP?!?!!

[soft--dragon]

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.’

[tornado1992]

I think u like them brothers idk

Me? Like them? Oh no actually hate them that’s why I only write angst about them, I want to see them suffer

[enchantrum]

it's tough being a feral gay bear cub in this increasingly shaved airbrushed and smoothed out world I'm telling you

[hoperenae]

Turning Heads (a Haikyuu fanfic by hoperenae)

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PART 26- Sorry

The third set was a steady uphill battle. We each took the lead several times, and everyone was truly at the top of their game. I had never felt sharper, more in tune with my body’s movements. About halfway through, we were leading 17-16. It was our longest rally yet, but we refused to let the ball drop. I jumped up for the spike and sliced my cleanest cross shot yet. Iwaizumi stretched to try to pick it up but was half a second too late. 

Once again, Aoba Johsai was the first to reach 20 points, but we were only one point behind this time. With Daichi’s encouraging words, we tied it up. Before we knew it, we were back at deuce, 24-24. With Kageyama’s brilliant setter dump, we made it to match point. In another never-ending rally, Oikawa chased the ball out of the court, pointed to Iwaizumi, and set the ball toward him from insanely far away. I was so distracted by Oikawa crashing into the courtside chairs that I almost didn’t notice Daichi receiving Iwa’s spike. Tanaka dove for the ball and Asahi spiked it, but they received it. 

After we traded the ball a couple more times, we finally had a clear chance to score. Hinata got a good running approach and spiked the ball right into the blockers fingertips. Oikawa was poised to receive it, but he was too late. The ball hit the floor and dramatically bounced several times before coming to a stop at the back wall. The room was silent, and then…we erupted.

I clapped my hand over my mouth and my vision blurred as tears flooded my eyes. Just like last time, I collapsed to the ground in disbelief. But unlike last time, I couldn’t stop the massive grin from spreading across my face. I felt invincible.

I saw everyone else run to Hinata and Kageyama, so I did the same. I jumped on Kageyama’s back and ruffled his hair with my fist. 

“You brilliant bastard!” I cried as the others joined in and did the same to Hinata. We all hugged and cried and laughed and smiled like we never had before. When it was time to line up, coach practically had to pull us all apart. When we approached the other team at the net, I finally locked eyes with Oikawa. 

His eyes were dark and intense, and his gaze was fixated on Kageyama. A seemingly permanent scowl was pasted on his face. When he shook my hand, he looked at me and his face softened for a half a second before he quickly looked away.

We said our thank yous to the crowd and huddled back up as a team, slapping each other’s backs and shedding a few tears of joy. After a quick post-game chat, coach told us to load up and we would talk more back at the school.

Just as I was about to walk out the front doors, I spotted the Seijoh boys toward the end of the hallway, gathering their things to begin their solemn ride home. Oikawa and Iwa were talking with their heads bowed low, like they were too heavy to keep upright. A few pieces of my heart broke off. I approached them cautiously. When I was near enough, they lifted their heads and saw me. Iwa nodded at me and gave Oikawa a slap on the shoulder before walking away to give us privacy.

“Hey,” I said, barely above a whisper. Oikawa said nothing. I cleared my throat. “Listen, I—”

“Please, don’t,” Oikawa said. His gaze was on his shoes beneath him, and when he lifted his head, I saw his nose twitch like it did when he was about to cry.

“Just listen to me, okay?” I paused, and when he didn’t say anything, I took it as my cue to continue.

“I’m not gonna tell you that I feel bad for winning because I don’t. We deserved that win. We worked our asses off for that win. But I am gonna say that I’m sorry this was your last shot at nationals. I’m sorry that we took that away from you. I’m sorry you won’t get to play volleyball with your friends anymore, Toruu.”

And with that last line, I knew I had hit a sore spot. But instead of yelling at me, instead of telling me to screw off and leave him alone, Oikawa Toruu burst into tears and crumpled into me, his head resting on my shoulder and arms at his side.

I wrapped my arms around his midsection and let him stay like that for a bit until eventually, his sobs subsided, and he lifted his head from me.

“You have to win,” he sniffed, wiping his nose on his shirtsleeve. “Win, and then win some more. Defeat them all.” He furrowed his brow sternly.

“We will,” I declared, sticking out my fist. Oikawa nodded, and his lips curved up in the slightest attempt of a smile.

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[astars-things]

Luca begging for cuddles

“Babe cuddles”

“C’mon I’m lonely” Lucia said while on your bed you were doing an assignment that was due in the next 2 hours 

“Once I’m finished this I will cuddle you now stop bugging me” you sassed he let out a huff the went back on his phone 

5 minutes later he continued 

“Babe”

“Babe”

“What Luca” you said frustrated 

“I just want cuddles”

“Give me like 2 minutes”

“Fine” he whined 

Once you finished you shut your laptop which made Luca get out of bed pick you up then throw you on the bed and cuddled you he let out a sigh which made you laugh 

[coffeeshib]

okay look

fuck. you have so many achingly beautiful works and convey such a wonderful scope of emotions in your stories.

i am enraptured, constantly, by the way you're able to write the characters. nothing (nobody) feels out of place. in fact, it all feels remarkably *right*.

like so many of your words feel like the pieces of the puzzle falling, ever so gently, into place whether it's an au or a seamless offering of what the show never gave us (but should have).

so, sincerely – thank you for writing the breath back into my lungs when life feels like it is drowning me.

(it's stupid late and this is probably a mess, but i'm trying to be better about expressing my gratitude for those that offer comfort through their art)

AAAAAAAAA wow guys thank!!!!! it’s just a silly little fic about being horny but also handling/caring for one another at their lows but it’s close to my heart so it makes me h*ppy to hear all this