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[arcsimper5]

Aloha 🌺

I’ve recently discovered your blog and I looooveee your fics 😭.

I saw that your requests are open but I didn’t see any rules so excuse me if I did something wrong.

May I request a sweet (possessive) Hunter x F!Reader fic? I loved how you touched on Hunters doubts in Flutter but I’d love to know how you’d think he reacts when there is an idiots in love trope going on.

Spice/smut is always welcome but I don’t want to restrict your creativity.

Thank you 🙏🏻🌺

Hellooooooo lovely anon!

I'm so sorry this took so long, I've been flitting from project to project and not had time to really sit down and think about anything!

So, I wrote what turned into basically a prequel for Flutter, as within that there's a mention of how reader and Hunter got together.

This is a spicy little ficlet, so I hope it's what you wanted and what you were looking for!

Tension

Pairing: Hunter x Reader Explicit content within! Warnings: Angst, pining, idiots in love, guilt, swearing, mentions of bad past.

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Hunter could practically feel the anger radiating from you as you tucked Omega into the spare bunk, making sure Lula was carefully snuggled under her arm before you leant in, whispering goodnight.

Your soft smile, reserved for the young girl, was quickly replaced with a glare as you tugged the curtain across and turned to him, a fire unlike anything he’d ever seen in your eyes.

“My room. Now,” you instructed, heading for the makeshift quarters you had in what had formerly been the storage room. It was by no means large, barely fitting you slightly larger than regulation bed and a small storage chest side by side, but it gave you privacy at least.

If Wrecker, Tech or Echo noticed your anger, they didn’t say anything, all merely shrugging or shaking their heads when Hunter sent them a desperate look, one that screamed ‘help me’.

But he was on his own, letting out a deep sigh as he trudged after you, his head hanging a little.

You stepped to the side, allowing him into the room with you before you closed the door behind you, crossing your arms across your chest.

Hunter took another deep breath as he turned, bracing himself for your telling off.

“How could you?” 

The simple question was laced with venom, anger pouring off of you in waves as you hissed it, leaning forward a little.

“Who the kriff do you think you are that you can just decide that Omega is going to live with a bunch of strangers she just met, and not even talk to us about it?”

“They’re not strangers,” Hunter protested, “they…”

“They are to her!”

Your heart was hammering in your chest, eyes stinging as you stared at Hunter, trying to keep your composure.

“I know what it’s like, to be cast off because no-one wants you, Hunter. You can’t just… do that!”

“I… I wasn’t trying to abandon her,” Hunter murmured, shame flooding his system. Any anger he’d felt at your earlier comments began to melt away as you continued, the salty scent of your tears hitting him like a speeder.

“But that’s what she’ll think,” you choked, breath catching in your throat, “that kid has never been allowed to make a decision in her whole damn life, and the first one she’s made, you try and take away from her!”

“Because I was doing what I thought was best!” Hunter protested, folding his arms to mirror yours, his defences going up once more.

“For who? For her? Or for you?”

“That’s not fair,” Hunter snarled, his eyes narrowing, “Cut and Suu are good people. She’d be with kids her own age…”

“I don’t care if they’re the Force incarnate!” you shouted back, immediately closing your eyes and taking a steadying breath, trying to claw back a sense of calm. “You can’t just decide she’s going to live somewhere else without talking to her, or to us!”

“We don’t know the first thing about kids!” the sergeant barked back, taking a step towards you. “How are we supposed to look after her?”

“Trying would be a good start,” you snapped back sharply, “not shouting at her for making a simple mistake, not trying to dump her on other people. Omega saved your life on Kamino and Force knows she saved all of our shebs back there. Cut, Suu and the kids wouldn’t even have been on that shuttle if it wasn’t for her!”

That silenced Hunter for a moment, your words swarming over him.

“She’s just a kid,” he protested weakly, shaking his head. “I… I’m sorry. I panicked. I… I thought she’d be better off with them. Safer, with them. Being here, on this ship… it’s no life for a kid. It’s barely a life for us… for you.”

His gaze softened as he looked back up at you, the sincerity in them disarming you abruptly.

“Hunter,” you croaked, your tears finally spilling over, “she… She wants to be here. With you. Her family.”

“But she deserves…”

Cocking an eyebrow at the derisive snort you let out, Hunter’s eyes narrowed once more, less anger and more confusion driving the action this time.

“Didn’t we have this exact conversation just after Onderon? Before everything went to shit?” you murmured, dropping your arms to your sides. “You trying to get me to leave with the refugees because it would be ‘safer’? Because I ‘deserved better’?”

Hunter shuffled uncomfortably, drawing in a deep breath as he too let his arms drop, his eyes closing against your reasoning.

“I’ll tell you now what I told you then; I’ve made my choice. I would rather spend my days locked in an Imperial prison than apart from you, from my squad. Omega made the same choice. You seem to have that effect on people.”

The joke caught Hunter by surprise, a short peal of laughter escaping his lips before he shook his head, his expression softening once again.

“For our sins,” he huffed dramatically, your lips turning up into a soft, fond smile for the first time since you’d left Salucemi.

“Hunter,” you called, the exhaustion in your voice suddenly clear. Looking you over cautiously, Hunter stepped forward, coming to meet you as you raised your hands. His met yours without hesitation, lacing your fingers together as your foreheads came to rest against one anothers, both closing your eyes and enjoying the moment. 

“It won’t happen again,” he promised lowly, his guilt obvious, “and… I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you sighed, squeezing his hands softly, offering silent comfort. “Look… if things get too bad, I… I’ll take Omega. I’ll take her and find somewhere, and we can…”

“No…”

The word was huffed so softly, you weren’t sure Hunter had spoken at all until you opened your eyes, shocked at what you found.

Hunter’s gorgeous, chestnut grey eyes were reddened, a single tear rolling down his tattooed cheek, your breath stolen by the way he looked at you.

“Hunter?”

“I… I need you,” he admitted gently, “I… Maker, cyare, I…”

Your stomach fluttered even as your confusion grew.

The relationship you shared with Hunter had always been… different.

While you could joke with Wrecker, chat for hours with Tech and reminisce with Echo, Hunter had always been more… intense. 

The first time you’d found him having a panic attack, you hadn’t hesitated to pull him into your room, laying him down and stroking soothing hands through his hair until the panic subsided.

By the time he woke up some four hours later, he’d been shocked to find himself in a comfortable bed, surrounded by plush pillows with an eye mask on and soothing ocean sounds playing from a small device on your trunk.

Since that day, you’d confided in each other, become closer in a way you had never thought possible. And selfishly, it had left you wanting more.

More of Hunter. More of his attention, his affection, his body and mind… But you would never ask. It was against regulations, and it was a distraction. Until the war ended.

‘He doesn’t mean it like that,’ you chastised yourself inwardly, ‘he doesn’t. He can’t.’

“Hunter?” you managed, the question breathed into the space between you, your eyes still locked with his, “What… What do…”

“On Onderon… I… I didn’t want you to go. I was so glad you chose me, chose us. And then, seeing you cuffed in the cells… I thought I’d made a bad call. I thought I might lose you. I should have… I should have said something then, but…”

“About what?” you prompted into the void left by his cut off sentence, his eyes closing once again as he sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

You couldn’t suppress the gasp that left you as Hunter pulled you against him suddenly, pressing you back against the wall of your room. With once swift motion, Hunter’s hands, still laced with yours, lifted your arms and pinned them over your head.

He withdrew from the keldabe, shifting just enough to lean down, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

For a moment, your brain simply went dark. It stuttered, trying to process the feel of Hunter’s lips on yours, the weight of his body pressing against you, all taut muscle and strong grip, the swipe of his tongue against your mouth…

Letting out a soft moan into the kiss, you opened up to him, Hunter taking full advantage. As your tongues touched, you both let out a whine, your entire body shuddering under his touch.

The reaction seemed to break whatever spell had drawn you together, the sergeant almost leaping back, letting your hands go and holding his own up as if to not appear threatening.

“I… I’m sorry,” he gasped as you leant against the wall, panting for breath, “I shouldn’t have… I should…”

You cut him off with a kiss of your own, practically throwing yourself against him, pinning him against the wall this time. As your hands moved up his chest and to his neck, threading into his thick curls and tugging gently, his wound around your back, clutching at you desperately.

The next few moments were a blur, hands roaming over each other's bodies, pulling at clothing, teeth and lips and tongues clashing in a passionate dance.

By the time your naked back made contact with your bedsheets, you were a babbling mess, barely coherent as Hunter’s mouth moved over your breasts, flicking over one nipple while clever fingers toyed with the other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he murmured into your soft flesh, “no karking idea.”

“Is, is this really happening?” you gasped as your back arched, drawn into Hunter’s teasing touches.

“I karking hope so,” he purred against your stomach as he made his way lower and lower, kissing every inch he could reach, “because if it’s not, and I wake up alone in my bunk with a hard-on, I’m coming to find you, and making it real.”

You could only shudder and cry out in response as his tongue finally found your centre, licking stripe over your clit, to your dripping entrance.

“Now lay back, mesh’la, and let me take care of you.”

[arcsimper5]

@amorfista​ you are amazing and wonderful and your art is SPECTACULAR!

Please accept this drabble about beach shennanigans, based on your amazing artwork!

Hunter let out a sigh of contentment as he shuffled a little on the wooden deck chair he’d taken up residence upon, the sounds of ocean waves lapping at the golden sand of the beach they’d selected to stay on for the long weekend soothing his senses.

Between the missions for Cid, the constant running from the Empire and trying to fit life somewhere in between, it was a struggle to find a balance. But they were, admittedly, getting better at it.

With the cargo procured from the nest of Aggrocrabs earlier in the day and their rendezvous with Phee to hand it over delayed, they had agreed to take some time to explore the rest of Aynaboni, finding a secluded beach far from any signs of activity, and their impromptu holiday had begun.

It was peaceful here, Hunter mused, eyes still closed with arms folded behind his head as a makeshift pillow. The sun’s rays, though mostly blocked by the giant parasol they’d managed to acquire from one of their last missions, were warm and comforting, the air salty and fresh. A gentle breeze licked at his skin, enough to take the edge off of the heat, the sensation pleasant.

Laughter and deep murmuring drifted on the breeze towards him, a small smile curving his lips as he cracked one eye open, checking in on the rest of the group.

Tech, surprisingly, had fallen asleep in the sun, his large towel laid out on the soft, warm sand, lulling him into peace. It was no coincidence he was exhausted; since the moment they’d arrived, he’d been scanning and studying sea shells, small crustaceans he found both within them and buried in the sand, recording the calls of the seabirds that occasionally flitted above them through the clear blue sky, and reviewing all of the collected data until he finally lost his fight with sleep.

It was nice to see him so relaxed, Hunter mused, his heart clenching fondly, so at peace and unbothered by the waking world. How long that would last, however, he couldn’t determine. Though judging by the low giggles and high pitched squeals, followed by much shushing that came from Wrecker and Omega where they had been building sandcastles underneath another borrowed parasol, they would soon be back to their usual shenanigans.

Peace and quiet never remained intact for long when their conspiring began.

“What the devil are those two up to now?” Echo murmured from next to Hunter, the whir of his cybernetics coming to life as he brought one knee up to move into a sitting position, his flesh hand reaching for his cocktail.

Thank the stars Tech had shown Echo how to use before he’d passed out in the sun. There’d be some rather choice words for the engineer from the others relating to the complicated nature of his builds.

“Hmm?” Hunter replied with a small smirk, one that fell a little as Echo lowered his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, eyeing Wrecker and Omega suspiciously, even as he took a sip of his drink.

“The terrible twosome,” Echo clarified, the straw of his drink springing away from his lips as he spoke, “they’re up to something.”

Hunter let out a sigh, forgoing the illusion of sleep to sit up, casting a look at them over his shoulder. Tech was still laying on his towel, asleep and left alone for the time being, but another absence was dancing in Hunter’s mind.

“You see where Crosshair went?”

Echo let out a soft chuckle, leaning out from under the umbrella for a moment before he nodded towards one of the towering palm trees that melded with the canopy just beyond, the silhouette of the sniper lazing in a hammock, rocking gently in the breeze barely visible.

“On overwatch, obviously,” he snorted, Hunter rolling his eyes in response.

“Of course,” he sighed, shaking his head. Trust Cross to find somewhere high. Not only was it his preference, but he was also away from the shenanigans that were bound to ensue at some point on beach level.

“Want me to have a word with Omega and Wrecker about behaving?” Echo offered with a smirk, Hunter meeting his side eyed glance with a grin of his own.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking the situation over.

Not wanting to admit he had heard their scheming since they began, whispers of buckets of water and moving Tech’s datapad, and of patterns being drawn in suncream across bare skin, he shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

“Meh. What’s the worst that could happen?”

*-*-*

They found out around half an hour later. Hunter had begun to relax back on his lounger, soaking in the soothing atmosphere when the crackle of a comm came to life, both he and Echo sitting up a little, caught by surprise.

“Omega to Crosshair, come in Crosshair!”

Echo raised an eyebrow at Hunter, the sergeant fighting a smile at the mischief in Omega’s voice. She must not have realised that the comms were on global rather than private. She was still learning, after all.

A beat of silence followed, and for a second, it seemed as though Crosshair might not answer. Then, a click and a sigh rattled through the small speakers, a familiar drawl following.

“What do you want?”

Even without the comms, Hunter could hear Omega’s giggle of delight where she was sat underneath the shade with Wrecker, the two of them bent over something, looking around to check if they’d been seen.

Echo reached for his drink again, tilting his sunglasses down as he watched Omega raise the comm to her lips once again, whispering into it.

“We need your help.”

Another moment of quiet, then another long suffering sigh.

“What is it?”

Again, Omega let out a chitter of laughter, Wrecker shushing her loud enough for Echo and Hunter to both hear without comms, the pair sharing a knowing smile.

“Uh oh,” Echo laughed lowly, “this is going to be interesting.”

“You’re not gonna stop ‘em?” Hunter smirked, a huff of laughter leaving his lips as Echo shot him a disapproving look, both eyebrows raised as he sucked his drink through a straw.

“Nope,” he confirmed as the straw left his lips with a soft pop, fighting a grin, “Tech’s been working her hard on those ship recognition charts. Not going to stop her from getting a little payback.”

Hunter snorted a laugh, about to ask who this person was and what they had done with their usual uptight, grump of an ARC trooper when another crackle of comms came over, the two sharing another knowing smile before settling down to listen intently.

“We need you to deliver something to Tech,” came Omega’s whispered request, broken by giggles. The reply from Crosshair was quicker this time. 

“Take it to him yourself,” he growled softly. There was no malice behind it, only annoyance at his peace having been disturbed.

Looking out from under the umbrella, Echo could see he was still laid on his hammock, one leg dangling over the edge of it where it swayed gently in the ocean breeze.

“No, no, I can’t,” Omega grinned, her smile audible in her words, “I need you to… deliver it.”

Hunter could picture the smirk that was currently crossing the sniper’s face as realisation seemed to hit.

This was a prank.

An immediate response.

“Deliver what exactly?”

Omega was practically vibrating with excitement, Hunter watching on with a fond smile on his lips. If Echo noticed, he didn’t say anything, though he looked between the two of them for a moment before his own lips turned up into a soft grin.

It was nice to see how easily Hunter had adjusted to his role as father-figure for Omega, especially since her rescue from Cad Bane. The family unit was settling well now, everyone finding their own place with Omega at their heart, keeping them stable.

“You know he’s not gonna be happy, right?” Hunter murmured softly, his eyes finally meeting Echo’s again, glinting with excitement.

“Meh,” Echo shrugged, laying back on his sunbed and finishing his cocktail, placing the glass carefully back on their makeshift table, “he’s been bossing me around on repairs too. I’m game to see him get a little bit of comeuppance.”

Another crackle of comms broke off their conversation.

“I have to ask,” the sniper sighed, Hunter watching as Omega waved something in the air towards his vantage point, “seeing as Wrecker is involved… No explosives? Nothing sharp?”

“No! Of course not!” Omega replied quickly, Wrecker shushing her again. Her voice quickly dropped to a whisper once more, Echo and Hunter grinning at each other. “It’s a seaweed bomb, the sticky stuff that he couldn’t get off of the ship yesterday and was complaining about.”

Hunter swore he could hear Crosshair let out a huff of laughter from the treetop. Tech had spent at least three hours instructing them all on how to get the Marauder pristine again after the tide came in and coated the bottom half of her in the awful goo covered seaweed.

Even the memory of the sensation of it sent a shudder of distaste through him.

Crosshair’s response came swiftly.

“Okay, kid. Get Wrecker to toss it up to me.”

A flurry of movement and hushed giggling occurred very quickly, Wrecker picking up Omega and hoisting her up onto his shoulders, a seaweed filled coconut clasped in her hands. Approaching the tree, Wrecker delicately took it from her and tossed it upwards, Crosshair catching it easily, hanging from the hammock to do so.

Within moments, he glanced down to where Hunter and Echo were now peering out from their cover, watching with interest, gave a mock salute and took aim.

For a moment, Hunter also felt bad for Tech, the memory of the sticky green weeds covering their hands and the ship making him shiver. 

But looking over to Omega, seeing the sparkle in her eyes and the look of pure vengeance on her face, he couldn’t help but laugh, giving Crosshair a nod.

The coconut flew with ease, gracefully in the air. It arched above them, across the clear blue sky, rotating perfectly. Crosshair’s aim was as perfect as usual, the contents beginning to slip out and splatter onto Tech’s chest and face before the shell rebounded onto a rock next to him and landed on his abdomen.

An inhuman wail left the engineer as his body seized for a moment, the wet, slimy sensation pulling him from the warm embrace of the sun and the deep sleep he’d been enjoying.

Within seconds, Tech was on his feet, sprinting towards the ocean, a length of seaweed stuck to his face.

“I… require… assistance!” he screamed as he dived into the waves, raucous laughter erupting from Wrecker and Omega, both bent double.

Crosshair was already beginning to descend from the tree, a toothy grin visible on his face as he rode the trunk down easily in a spiral.

Tech threw himself face first into an incoming wave, washing the slime and weeds away, hands furiously scrubbing at his face and chest as he tried to shed the awful feeling, still groggy from sleep.

“You okay there, Tech?” Echo called from the shade, laughing at Tech’s less than friendly cursed response.

Hunter laughed as Omega came bounding over to him, practically jumping into his arms and giggling as she pressed her face into his neck, trying to hide.

“Don’t let him get me!” she squealed, Wrecker bounding over as well, moving to hide behind Hunter’s chair.

Last of all, Crosshair sauntered over, offering Hunter a sly smile before leaning against the back of Echo’s chair, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Tech swiping more green goo from his skin, cursing and muttering.

“I… will repay this in kind!” he managed after a moment, spluttering again as a wave caught him from behind, sending him crashing face first into the water.

Another ripple of laughter tore through them all as they watched on, Omega reaching over Hunter’s shoulder to high five Wrecker, the giant dipping out of cover to reciprocate before trying, unsuccessfully, to hide once again.

Crosshair let out a low rumbling laugh as Tech once again stood up, trying to regain some sense of dignity. 

Flopping his soaked hair back over his head, he let out a huff, glaring at the rest of his family. Raising one finger, obviously about to enter a tirade about their behaviour, he again missed a second wave, this one knocking his feet from under him, his weight falling backwards.

Omega practically screamed with laughter, Hunter wincing at the sound, though he hid it well. Echo rolled his eyes, grinning fondly around his family as he pushed himself up from his chair, scowling at Crosshair as he immediately hopped into it, relaxing back into his residual warmth the ARC had left behind.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled softly, “Wreck, go rescue Tech before he gets swamped again. Omega, time to put more sunscreen on. Cross, get out of my chair and Hunter, keep doing what you’re doing, buddy.”

“Sir, yes Sir,” Hunter replied easily, flicking a two fingered salute at his brother while Wrecker began sprinting down the beach towards Tech, the engineer letting out another undignified scream as he was tackled back into the waves, Omega in hot pursuit as she ran from Echo and his tube of factor 50.

A warmth spread through Hunter’s chest as he relaxed back into the chair, adjusting his sunglasses and just enjoying the scene, the company and the laughter coming from his brothers and daughter.

Beside him, Crosshair shot him an odd look before letting a smile rise to his lips, sensing his contentment.

“Next time, pick somewhere with more natural shade,” he grumbled good naturedly, Hunter not even looking as he smirked at his brother. “The Reg’s going to look like cooked kolo-clawfish by the evening.”

Hunter didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. He knew what Crosshair meant, what they all meant. They were going to be okay, even if not everything went to plan all of the time.

They had each other, and that was what mattered.

That, and the fact that Tech’s screams were definitely going to be a point of amusement for at least the next two weeks.

"Dads at the beach"

The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!

While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city [Part 2] there is out there!

But their mischief did not go unnoticed, and the Dads of the Bad Batch, who were trying to enjoy their drinks and straight up chillax, are having a bit of a hard time doing so with all of Omega's giggles and Wrecker's barely contained laughter!

-"The kriff are these devils up to now...?" - Echo says as he takes a sip of his piña colada.

-"I'll do you one better... How the kark is Tech sleeping through that..?" - Hunter mutters in disbelief.

Alright... this one took a while. I'm very sorry for the huge delay on this drawing but... some parts of it made me lose my sanity :). I hope you can catch all the small details I laid here and there. Echo's shirt covers his Fives tattoo, which is a bit sad, but that's okay because there's another version ^^:

There, that's better🥴❤️‍🔥

This project has been quite difficult and I have a lot of things that I'm not too proud about. I suck at backgrounds and I definitely am NOT GOOD at making a line of palm trees :') The characters aren't that well incorporated in the drawing, I would have liked to make more fun little things here and there (which I'll save for future drawings) and the colors, well, let's just say I can smell them now. I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore ;V; so sorry in advance </3. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND SUPPORT!!! Although this is a challenging project, I'm VERY happy to see myself improving little by little, and your encouragement helps me push through ANYTHING!! I'll do my best again in the next one!! 💕💕

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[kataraseye]

Theme 2: Habromania - delusions of happiness

"This is the beginning of loving yourself, you're welcome."

You need to include the quote above and you can change the words I use, but it has to have the same meaning.

Words you need to use: Pearl, proud, red, muse, art, eyes, wicked, tangled in your work

It needs to have some elements of the psychology genre

The contestants:

@DaniWrites

@dei-lab-assistant

@1uxian

@nuclearmex

@Quinnito_Papito

@okayunpopularopinion

@mercxrial

@concealeddarkness13

@concealeddarkness13 is the only participant that gave their work on time so she is the only one receiving 5 points, having a total score of 85/100 points.

[dani-in-the-daniverse]

Glowing lights brush off all the fright

Summary:

Sizhui violently retrieved his arm from Wei Wuxian’s hold, as if his touch burned. He sat up on the bed and moved closer to the wall, hugging his knees. As far from Wei Wuxian as possible.

“DON’T TOUCH ME...! Who-- who are…?”

“A-Yuan!” Lan Wangji grabbed him by the shoulders again, this time more firmly. “No one here will hurt you. I promise.”

It finally dawned on Wei Wuxian. Sizhui, his A-Yuan, hadn’t recognized him. He’d shrank away from him like a wounded animal.

Lan Sizhui has a bad night. Wei Wuxian reevaluates his role in the boy's life and all the time he's lost with him.

[loveexpelrevolt]

She tried to tell herself that she was being silly, that she was letting her imagination (crouching together on the pavement and uncurling his hands into hers and there we go, there we go, there we go) pull her down a dead-end path of worst assumptions, but she had recognized something in the protective hunch of Ted’s back, in his desperation to get away from the pitch. The commentators’ jabs about bad fish pie had crackled vaguely in her ears as she took the stairs as quickly as she dared, knowing that it wasn’t that.  

It wasn’t that, at all.

When Ted panics during the match, it’s Rebecca’s office he runs to. Rebecca deals with her own anxiety as she tries to find him. [Alternate take on the end of 2x06]

[pxssbabi]

Divinity

The allowance of every breath I take, every word I utter, gifted by your mighty omnipotence. It is unquestioned that you are the One and only all powerful. Please, show my mortal body what it is to be holy. Please, I beg of you, fill my flesh with your seed and show my soul true divinity.

[danipix]

Another sleepless night.

It is at this time where I can’t sleep my mind wanders to you. No YouTube video, Instagram post, or Netflix series can get my mind off you. No matter what I do something comes up and all I can picture is you and me.

Sometimes it’s you walking me to my bus stop. Or it’s watching a movie with you. But what comes up the most and what I miss the most is laying here in bed cuddling with you.

The cuddling in where we are just together enjoying each other’s company. It is in this position where I let my walls down and let you in. It was tender touches, tickling my sides, and slow kisses that let me feel comfortable around you. No matter how stressful the day I had I was able to come home and immediately let go once I was in your arms. The feeling of your arm around my waist, my head on your chest, and your fingers tracing patterns on my back are something I will never be able to get out of my head.

In your arms I felt comfortable. Now without your arms around me I feel empty.

[arcsimper5]

I'm working on Yaim'ol, a sort of fix it AU focusing on Sev from the moment his distress comm comes through at the end of the Republic Commando game! It features my Jedi OC, Cin, and I'm about 20 chapters deep on writing even if I've only posted three chapters so far!

Really enjoying writing it though!

Would love to see and hear what others are working on!

Am I gonna start something for every day of the week? Not that I'm aware of, LOL. But let's give this a try? Maybe I'll alternate fanfic and fanart... Or make a separate day. Who knows.

Fanfic Authors: What are you CURRENTLY working on (choose ONE, haha) and what's your favorite part about it?

Don't be shy, share a link! 🤓

[arcsimper5]

Hehe, the first kiss prompts are irresistible! 😂💙 I’ve got a request, if you find it inspiring, and if not, feel free to ignore!

How about hands on the cheeks… with whomever you are most feelin? 🥹 Just that deliciously satisfying yearning finally coming to fruition? 🙈

Fun to read if you choose to write it! 💙

AHHHH I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this, I've been so caught up in work and writing other stuff but AHHH I FINALLY DID IT!

I went with Hunter, because it just seemed right to me, I hope you like it!

Word count: 2626 Pairing: Hunter x Reader (no name) Rating: M (blood, minor injury, peril, darkness, lots of angst, pining, premature mourning) Please let me know if I missed anything! And thank you so much for the prompt!

“Look out!”

Hunter’s warning came too late for you to respond, the ground beneath you trembling with the force of the cave-in rapidly gaining on your position.

Damn Cid, you thought to yourself, panting for breath as you sprinted forward, Omega by your side, damn her and her stupid missions. The cache she’d bought the location for had been empty, and you’d already known this mission was going to be a disaster when the rain started pouring the moment you touched down.

Now, the rocks that made up the old cave system had finally buckled with the movement of the ground thanks to the water above, beginning with small creaks and groans, quickly turning into certain death, the rocks crashing behind you creating splintering crevasses in the ground.

You first felt your foot slip as the ground opened up beneath you, Omega’s shrill shriek ringing in your ears as the sensation of falling overtook you.

It wasn’t even a conscious thought as you reached for Omega, using all of your strength to grab ahold of her jacket and throw her away from the rapidly growing hole in the ground, her eyes wide as Wrecker caught her midair and turned to run, your footing failing you.

As Omega screamed your name helplessly, Hunter turned, watching in horror as your eyes met seconds before you slipped out of view, consumed by complete and utter darkness.

Rocks and dirt crashed around you, one last deep breath taken as you landed with a sickening crunch onto hard ground, eyes closing as you waited for the end.

The groaning of rock on rock above you made you flinch, like nails on chalkboard, screaming in your ears while tiny streams of dirt and pebbles pelted your face.

Raising your hand in defense, an utterly useless motion against tonnes of rock, you chastised yourself internally, you waited. And waited.

The noise of the collapse faded, the steady flow of dirt and rocks dying out as the world around you settled, no longer tickling your face.

Daring to open your eyes, you found the exercise useless; pure, pitch black surrounded you, blinding you to your surroundings.

Swallowing hard, you dared to move a little, breath hitching as a few rocks fell from the gaps in your armour onto the floor below.

Feeling around, your hands came to rest on a large slab of rock above you, tracing the jagged edges to the sides of the crevasse; it had been caught mere feet above you by sheer luck, your lungs burning as you inhaled a shuddering breath, barely holding back manic laughter.

You’d survived the fall, and narrowly avoided being crushed by the falling rocks, but now you were faced with another problem; escaping your new prison.

Slowing your breathing, your thoughts drifted to Hunter, Omega and the others, tears burning in your eyes.

They were safe. They’d made it out. But Hunter’s scream of your name when he’d seen you fall, the expression in his eyes as he’d watched helplessly… it only added to the regret building inside you.

You should have told him. You should have been honest. You should have admitted you loved him months ago, when you figured it out yourself, a night you’d spent watching stars with him on top of the Marauder, your head laid on his chest as meteors scorched through the inky blackness overhead.

His warmth had radiated through every inch of your body, sending pleasant shivers through you as his hands ran up and down your arms, trying to warm you even more.

You’d come so close to kissing him then, your eyes locked with each others, flickering down to his lips and his to yours, a question in his gaze you wanted so badly to answer.

But as you were about to meet, eyes fluttering closed, preparing to brush your lips together, you jolted apart at Wrecker’s shout as he came out to relieve Hunter of watch, clambering up onto the roof with you and joining in your star watching.

And now… Now you might never get the chance.

The thought awoke something in you, some deep determination you didn’t even realise you possessed.

You were not going to die like this. You were going to find a way out, back to your friends, you family. And you were going to tell Hunter how you felt.

As you nodded to yourself, a soft sound floated through the darkness, the loss of your vision enhancing your other senses to an almost painful degree. Holding your breath, you tilted your head slightly, hope flaring in your heart; it was water… Running water!

If you could find your way to it, there may be an exit to the outside.

With one last firm nod, you steeled yourself, drawing a deep, shuddering breath as you scrambled to your feet and began feeling your way along the walls of the cave, following the sound.

*-*-*

“You must calm down, Hunter,” Tech ordered sternly as he watched Wrecker lift their brother away from the bloodied rocks that blocked what was once the entrance to the cave they had just escaped from, the sergeant’s limbs flailing wildly as he fought against the grip holding him, tears streaming down his face.

“No, no! I need… we need to get her, to get her out!”

Wrecker’s expression was one of pure anguish as he sat Hunter down on a rock next to Omega the young girl’s legs pulled up to her chest, her body rocking as she cried silent tears of her own.

“Your current emotional state is of no use to anyone,” Tech informed him flatly, bending down as Wrecker stepped away, his hands held out as if trying to placate Hunter, like he might bolt back to the rocks at any moment, “we need to think about this clearly and rationally.”

Hunter shook his head, hands trembling as Tech tutted, grabbing his medkit from one of the pouches on his belt and examining his brother’s tattered fingers, the nails broken and ragged from clawing desperately at the rocks, small red rivulets dropping onto the floor below.

“I should, should have been there,” Hunter gasped, wincing as Tech sprayed his wounds with disinfectant, quickly adding bacta and beginning to wrap his fingers one by one, “I should… should have stayed close. She… she’s…”

Wrecker’s breath hitched as he collapsed on the rock Omega was sat on, shaking his head.

“Don’t say it, Hunter,” he pleaded, opening his arm to his sister as she let out a sob, crawling into his lap seeking comfort, “please… don’t…”

“It’s my fault,” Omega sniffed wetly from his arms, every breath hitching as she cried into his chest, “if I hadn’t fallen, if she hadn’t come back for me…”

Behind them, Echo crested the small hill, coming back into view from his trip to the Marauder, a seismic scanner hung around his neck by a frayed canvas strap. He paused as he heard Omega’s sobbing, taking in the sight of his brothers, his jaw clenching.

“Hey, what’s with the tears?” he called sternly, moving to stand in front of them as Tech finished with Hunter’s bandages, the sergeant staring at the ground in despair. “I thought we were getting ready for a rescue?”

“She’s gone,” Hunter croaked, his tone utterly broken, “I… I can’t hear her. Can’t… can’t feel her heartbeat…”

He’d been straining himself since the moment he’d lost sight of her, the fear in her eyes scorched forever into his memory. The settling earth murmured beneath them, the clouds above swelled and flowed across the sky, the sound of a small river a few kilometres away drifted through the air, but that was it.

Every one of the Batch’s heartbeats rang in his ears, but not hers.

Echo frowned at him, waving the seismic scanner in annoyance.

“Why do you think I’ve got this?” he questioned, frustrated as he moved towards Omega, crouching down in front of her. “The rock is too thick for Hunter to hear through. She might have fallen in deep, but she’s tough, like us. We’ll find her using this, and we’ll get her out, yeah?”

Tech frowned, rolling his eyes at his brother.

“The likelihood of her having survived a fall and the subsequent rockslide, along with the risks presented by exposure and dehydration make her chances of survival…”

“Enough,” Echo snapped back at the engineer, snarling as tears conftinued to drip onto the dusty ground at Hunter’s feet, the cyborg letting out a sigh. “We’ve survived worse odds than this. We’ve been through the ringer, and we’re all still here. We’re not giving up, you hear? We’ll get her back.”

Omega nodded, sniffing away her tears and wiping furiously at her face, steeling her expression as met Echo’s gaze, nodding to the seismic scanner.

“I want to help,” she croaked, “tell me how.”

Echo smiled weakly at her, his own emotions welling in his chest. He knew the chances were slim, but so were his chances of survival the Citadel. And yet here he was.

“Atta girl,” he smiled, jerking his head back as he looked at Wrecker. “Tech will come with me. Wreck, stay with Hunter. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Gotcha,” Wrecker managed, forcing a smile as he let Omega down from his lap, clapping a large hand on her shoulder in comfort. “Echo’s right, kid. We’ll find her, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay,” Omega replied with a weak smile, fighting back more tears as she latched herself to Echo’s side, the cyborg ignoring the pointed look from Tech as they moved towards the cave entrance, firing up the scanner.

Hunter remained silent as Wrecker came to sat next to him, unsure of what to do. He’d never seen Hunter in a state like this, almost catatonic.

“Ya… ya doin’ okay, Hunter?” he prompted carefully, frowning when his brother huffed in annoyance. “Look, I know it looks bad, but Echo’s right! We’ve been through a lot. She’s tough. If anyone could survive…”

“I should have told her,” Hunter interrupted him, Wrecker drawing back a little to look over Hunter, confused by the statement.

“Uh… Told her what?”

“How I felt,” Hunter breathed, closing his eyes tightly, more fat tears falling into the dirt, staining the earth with his grief. “I… I had so many chances… and I… I couldn’t. She deserves better than a clone. Better than me. I let her down. I’ve done it again, let her fall…”

When he finally looked up, meeting Wrecker’s gaze, there was an utterly broken look in his eyes, one that caused Wrecker’s throat to tighten uncomfortably.

“I love her, Wreck… I love her, and I… I didn’t… I’ll never get to tell her. I… I’m so stupid…”

Falling back into silence, Hunter looked up to the sky, drawing in deep shuddering breaths.

“Ya can’t blame yourself, Hunter,” Wrecker tried desperate, laying a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “she knew what she was doing. She saved ‘Mega.”

“And I should have been there,” Hunter hissed through gritted teeth, anger growing from his sadness, “I should have…”

A sudden splashing sound caught his attention, distant, but clear.

Wrecker began to speak again, but quickly fell silent as Hunter shushed him, standing up and closing his eyes, listening intently.

Tech, Echo and Omega were still at the cave entrance, conversing lowly, the soft hum of the seismic sensor fading into the background as he focused on the faint sound in the distance, the sound echoing over the sand covered hills.

The splashing sounded again, this time accompanied by a gasp and a cough, spluttering and more deep breaths, a faint heartbeat vibrating through the air.

Hunter didn’t even speak, he simply opened his eyes and ran, ignoring Wrecker’s shout after him. He heard Echo, Tech and Omega call as well, their footsteps quickly joining to pursue him, but it didn’t matter.

Not when he could feel that familiar thumping, not when he could hear the clacking of plastoid.

He didn’t know how far he ran, nor did he care about the way his lungs burned with the effort, his legs trembling by the time he crested the hill just above where the sound was coming from, soft words beginning to float through the air, unmistakable.

“Havoc 1, come in? Havoc 2? Echo? Anyone?”

With one last push, he made it to the ridge, his knees giving out as he caught sight of her, the familiar outline, scent and voice overwhelming him.

*-*-*

A gasp of your name behind you made you jump as you pocketed your drenched comm, tutting in annoyance as water ran out of it, the electronics completely fried.

Wondering if you’d imagined it, you turned quickly, you breath hitching in your throat as you saw Hunter kneeled in the sand, his eyes wide, tears rolling down his cheeks as he panted for breath. He had obviously been sprinting, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead, his hair mussed, bandana askew.

“Hunter,” you breathed, the relief in your voice palpable. Scrambling towards him through the ankle deep water, you ignored the sting of the cuts and bruises that littered your body.

The escape from the cave system had been terrifying, being swept down an unground rapid system after wading through the river for some time, clutching at the walls in total darkness. And yet, you’d made it out, battered and beaten, but alive.

As Hunter called your name again, his voice broken with emotion, you scrambled up the bank, tears beginning to spill down your own cheeks as you got closer, his hands reaching out to you, as if he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real.

Within moments, you were out of the water, your clothes and hair still sopping wet, body trembling with adrenaline and cold, mere steps from him when he grabbed out for you, pulling you to your knees in front of him. A sob left his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours, uncaring of the water that still dripped from every inch of you, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs resting on your cheekbones.

“C-Cyare,” he choked, closing his eyes, breathing you in, “I’m so, I’m so kriffing sorry. I should have been there, I should have been with you…”

“Hunter, don’t,” you pleaded thickly, leaning into his embrace, pure relief rushing through every fibre of your being. “I did what I had to, I needed to get Omega out, I…”

Your words were cut off as he tilted his head back, his lips finding yours, crashing your mouths together with a passion that caught you off guard. You whimpered into his mouth as he clutched at you, fingertips digging into your jaw, holding you so tightly it might bruise, like if he let go you might float away.

Moaning as he slid his tongue over your bottom lip, he took full advantage, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, your own hands moving to cord through his hair, remaining tangled in the thick, sweat soaked curls even as you parted, both panting for breath.

“Should have done that months ago,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours with every word, his eyes focusing on yours, warm swirling pools of molten chocolate causing a swirling deep in your gut, “I should never have waited. I… I love you, cyare… Forgive me?”

As the roar of the Marauder’s engines drifted through the air, the ship growing closer with every passing moment, you simply sighed as you pecked his lips again, tears of joy painting your cheeks.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Hunter,” you reassured him, pressing your foreheads together once more, a shiver running through you both. “And I love you too.”

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I Am Strong

Strength. What a magical word.

It is a way of life that is preferred

By many.

People pay a pretty penny

Or two for the chance to get it,

So that in the odd occasion where they might get hit,

They know how to prevent it.

People see strength as a way to overcome weakness,

But there is something bigger behind it that they all miss:

As far as weakness goes, strength is the worst of them all.

Strength doesn't allow you to take the fall.

It prevents you from learning more

Than you would have known before.

Because sometimes we need to break

Before we can bounce back up and get another take.

You see the girl that everyone's dismissed,

Crying on the floor with two clenched fists.

"I am strong," no one ever hears her say.

"I am strong because I've fought to live today."

That same girl has now grown into a woman

Because she listened to no man.

Others' "strength" didn't allow them to see

The struggle underneath.

Her real strength lies beneath the surface,

Where she holds determination in surplus.

You see the boy sitting all alone,

And you think his troubles he might bemoan.

Instead he tells himself, "I am strong,"

Because he's survived this long.

What you don't see are the demons residing in his head

Making him cry nightly in his bed.

His strength is not giving in

And not letting the monsters win.

Everywhere, there are people trying to fight,

To escape their darkness and reach for the light.

"I am strong," they say over and over.

And do they give in? No sir.

So don't give up. The battle isn't over yet.

There still will be times when you feel caught in a net,

But those are the times when you can say, "I am strong,"

And listen to the birdsong.

Pick yourself up, and go on your way,

And find the strength to make a better day.

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This is a poem I wrote a few days ago, when my depression was really bad. I needed something to help pick me up, and I had this idea floating in my head from earlier that day. So I wrote this. And mission accomplished! I felt better!

If you know anybody who has need to hear this poem, share it with them! But do not claim it as your own; I wrote this, not you.

If you want more like this, follow my blog! More stuff coming soon!

-Dani

[sinnersandsaints-linwrites]

those snippets have been amazing so far each one makes me so excited for each character!

AAAAA THANK YOU <33333

[ekgfiction]

From the ask list: Is there something the ROs do when they’re in love that would make them cringe/they wouldn’t usually do otherwise?

Thank you~

Thank you for keeping up the fluff alive in my asks ;_; Also why do I write characters that are so dramatic 🤡

Archer: They would be in the middle of a long rant, gushing about how cute, but also how sexy you look, but it's not like they only love your physique because they love everything about you... "I'm sorry, what did you ask me in the first place?" "Uhm, will you use cash or credit, Sir/Ma'am..."

Mishra: They would like to see themself as a cool, unbothered person who doesn't need anybody in their life to be happy... But then they'd catch themself imagining your future together (what your wedding would look like, your potential children, your future house) like a love-struck teenager, and would groan in embarrassment.

Botha: All their life, Botha was praised for his calm temperament. But! The first time they see somebody flirting with you after you start dating, they'd be really jealous. All these emotions, he'd rush to your side and snap at that flirtatious demon, and then feel really bad for what they did.

Nezha: They would genuinely google things like "how to flirt", or "what do people think is sexy" to up their game for you. They'd keep files on the subject, but they'd be so embarrassed if you were to ever find out about it.

Smith: Ugh, feelings, in general, are embarrassing. They can't believe that they are... oh my god... in love... especially when they start to realize their feelings. They'd be driving in their car, listening to some love songs when you pop up in their head and they'd nearly crash their car.

[kalorphic]

I'm so excited for sibling antics and family feels! MCs sibling honestly sounds like so much fun and a terror in the best way.

Honestly, gremlin sibling is slowly working their way up to be one of my favourite characters to write lol.

They’re just so chaotic and with Cody being their bro and Reese finding a fellow chaos gremlin…it’s all hell breaking loose!

Thank you for the ask! <3

[overclocksaa]

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"You could have picked any theme in the known universe for an avatar, and the first thing you reach for is creepy floating head?”

[happiestdan-blog]

nope that was not how tumblr works.. so i personally love fics where one of them has a headache and the other just takes care of them and stuff 😂

gotchu with some hc’s bby

-everytime dan gets sick, phil’s cooing over him like a baby. he brings him water and forces him to eat like ten gallons of vegetable soup, and when dan constantly needs to use the restroom (thanks to all the fluids), phil wants to walk him over; which usually results in a extremely flustered dan.

-“no you can’t walk me to the restroom, i don’t care if i fall over! i don’t want you seeing my dick!”

-phil calmly points out that he’s seen it a million times which just results in dan hobbling out of bed and locking himself in the bathroom

-when phil gets sick, he loves the extra attention that he gets. dan, who’s already clingy as it is, is clingier than ever.

-dan hardly knows anything about how to make phil feel better though, and usually ends up accidentally getting the wrong medication.

-although he makes up for it with more kisses and cuddles later on