#I was obsessed w these when I was younger

[singularattitudeofasafetypin]

Good Sense

Summary: Hunter gets a migraine in the middle of the night and goes looking for solace.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

A/N: So, I haven’t posted anything for like two years but I wanted to write for Hunter because I finally got to sit down and watch the Bad Batch seasons 2 and 3 and I’m currently obsessed! I hope you like it!

Please don't copy my work

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A thud woke you.

Shooting up, you searched the softening darkness for the source of the dull clunk. Slowly, your eyes moulded a familiar silhouette from the gloom. Familiar, welcome, but worrying all the same.

You swung your legs off of your bunk and whispered, "Hunter?"

He flinched and a pang of anxiety wrung your heart. His frame was hunched, one hand clinging to the wall to steady himself. The lines of his shoulders were tense and trembling like puppet strings pulled taut to breaking point.

The anxious knot in your chest only tightened as you made out his expression. His brow creased, eyes squeezed shut and jaw strained. Every one of his handsome features contorted in pain.

"I'm sorry!" His voice was faint, barely there as he leant his head against the wall. His eyes squinted open and floundered, trying to find you. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"I'm glad you did," you murmured, keeping your tone low. "Migraine?" you asked, moving toward him with arms held out. His trembling fingers dug into your forearms when he found them, an involuntary admission of the agony he was in. You sensed more than saw him nod, then felt his forehead lean against yours.

"It's bad," he conceded, barely concealing a whimper, "I can't see, or think, or-!"

Hushing him, you brushed a feather-light hand across his cheek, wiping a tear and smoothing his hair out of his face. His skin was clammy to the touch. "Come here."

You led him to sit down on your bunk. If it had been light, you might never have dared. You still weren't sure what existed between you and Hunter. He was entrancing, had been since you first encountered the squad. The softspoken soldier had piqued your interest from day one, and sometimes you wondered if he wasn't equally intrigued by you, but war and turmoil had a nasty habit of putting these kinds of things on hold.

Still, sitting here in the night with his head turned to your shoulder, Hunter was a far cry from the exacting sergeant, the authoritative leader you had gotten to know. Tonight, he was more vulnerable and perhaps more honest than you'd ever seen him.

"Drink," you instructed, pressing a canteen into his grasp and easing yourself out. While he complied, you rummaged in the small drawer beneath your bed that the Batch had graciously called yours. "Take," you said, holding out your recovered pain killers.

Hunter shook his head, only slightly but the motion clearly sent an extra spasm of pain through his skull. "They won't do anything."

"You won't know until you take them."

He hesitated, unused to hearing that kind of authority in your tone but he looked away and swallowed the pills without protest. You tucked your legs back up onto the bunk, shifting your pillow onto your knee as Hunter wiped a bead of water from his mouth and clenched his eyes shut again.

"Lay down," you breathed, guiding him with a gentle hand to rest his head in your lap. He was too exhausted to argue. You wondered whether he would have done, but he heaved a sigh and you pulled your blankets over his coiled frame. It seemed the most natural thing in the world when your fingers threaded themselves through his hair and soothed to and fro in tide-like rhythm. Through the gloom, you fancied you saw his features soften and in time, his breaths evened out into slumber.

"You're pushing yourself too hard," you weren't sure if the thought made it past your lips or not but it twisted in your heart. Hunter didn't stir, even when your hands moved to trace the dark curves of his tattoo. For the first time since you’d met, he looked truly at peace; it struck you how much younger he looked.

Too constant was his demeanour, too anxious, too utterly responsible for every detail. Hunter was a good leader, the best. He knew his squad and cared for them more than anything. He knew their skills, their limits, and everything in between. They all knew he would burn himself to keep them warm, and he was doing.

Yes, you were in a tight spot. The Empire’s fist closed rapidly on system after system and it was getting harder and harder to lay low. Yes, you needed to be careful but just today on a simple supply run, you’d seen Hunter drive his senses to their extremities. You’d seen the way his eyes darted like a cornered animal while every sight, smell, sound, and taste bombarded his mind. The was his hands shook and each step betrayed anguish.

There was being cautious, then there was this.

But right now, he was resting. You forced your mind to focus on the weight of his head in your lap and the ebbing rhythm of his breath moving against your thigh. Now he was sleeping with your hand on his cheek and a soft smile gracing his careworn expression. Right now, he was safe and slumbering.

Right now, you could keep him that way.

The darkness weighed heavy on your eyelids and the solid warmth of Hunter’s body next to yours pulled you down to your own drowsy repose. Head resting against the wall of your bunk, the shadows coaxed you back into their nighttime realm. The last thing clinging to your consciousness was Hunter’s soft skin against your palm.

Sleep was warm and dreamless and when you woke to movement, a faint tint of morning lightened the dim space.

Hunter sat on the other end of your bunk, hands gripping the edge and his feet on the ground. His wary gaze flickered over your face. “Sorry for waking you… again.”

You sat up, hugging the pillow where Hunter had lain against your tummy. “It’s okay,” and it was, the veil of fatigue evaporated like dew in the sun. “Are you feeling better?”

He nodded but didn’t look up. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

You narrowed your eyes, tucking your knees up and sitting forward against the pillow. “Why did you?”

A teasing smile played at the corner of your mouth and to your delight, when he caught your eye, a similar one tugged at his.

“I don’t know,” he huffed, your eyes didn’t leave his face, “the boys are great but they’ve never had much control of volume!” At the sound of your laughter, his own smile grew. “I mean can you imagine waking Wrecker in the middle of the night? Or the lecture I’d get from Tech and Echo?”

You fought to suppress mirth, mindful of your aforementioned ship-mates still sound asleep in their own bunks.

“I guess I just needed someone more peaceful.”

That caught you off guard, more so the look in his eyes when he said it, and the way his smile softened. Hunter’s gaze could be piercing, expectant, even threatening to those who posed danger to people he loved, but this was the first time you’d seen it contented. Perhaps before you might have looked away, intimidated by their intensity, but that honey-gold amber had never felt more inviting.

A soft smile graced your lips. “I’m glad you came.”

You murmured the words into the silence that hung between you, both a blanket of comfort and a veil of security.

“Me too.”

For a moment, Hunter looked like he wanted to say something more but good sense won out.

“I should go,” he made to stand. You caught him.

“It’s still early.” Until today there hadn’t existed a world where you could have been this brave yet perhaps this dawn would rise on a new one. You didn’t let go of his hand. “The others won’t be up for hours yet,” you continued, easing him back to sit, “and besides, you could use the rest.”

Hunter smiled, “Wouldn’t want that lecture from Tech, would we?”

You gave your nonchalant assent and Hunter caved.

Good sense couldn’t save him a second time.

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[assiraphales]

can’t stop thinking about how before holmes drags moriarty over the cliff, holmes stares at his doctor, closes his eyes, and keeps them closed for the entire fall bc if he dies, he wants watson to be the last thing he ever sees

[paper-cities]

Where is the fanart of them

[reijndeers]

young szczesny doodles because i can’t colour anything rn

[clambuoyance]

I think I stopped watching them after 2010, pretty sure the mermaid one where she lives in Malibu was the very last one I watched

[housewifeswag2]

honestly

at this stage in my life if you aren’t obsessed with me, it won’t work

[garvalhaminho]

again procrastinating going to sleep so here are tmi characters as different musical notes (as a pianist):

isabelle - Fa (she gives me Fa vibes idk what to say)

clary - Do (the most basic answer; everyone knows her)

simon - Re (next to Do; close to Fa but always apart)

alec - Mi (also purely based on vibes, but also next to Fa :))) and while the F chord is commonly used, E, on the other hand, is ignored)

magnus - So ("Sol" in portuguese, meaning sun)

jace - La (cocky vibes)

sebastian - Ti flat (annoying but constantly appearing; a La sharp in another perspective)

[asmodeusamaryllis]

MARIA HAS A SISTER?!??

[sodrippy]

and speaking of, why is it always about the emo trinity or whatever, have you all forgotten the BEDROCK of this site circa 2012? the foundational pillars of the 8tracks era?? does king and lionheart mean nothing to you anymore? have you forgotten little lion man? the depth of lyric gifsets given to you by florence and her machine? cmon now

[i-mode]

laios shimeji helped me win this bloxy bingo round god bless

[bloodbruise]

not to sound like a loser but how did u get ppl to send u asks? i want ppl to ask me stuff 🙁

nooo, you don't sound like a loser, i promise, nonnie!! hmm honestly, i'm not really sure how it happened. i think just posting a lot of your own writing/hcs/fics is a great first step. it gets people interested in your work and they'll naturally start reaching out with questions about it. you could also try rb some of those ask lists that float around; they give the people who follow you an idea of what you're cool with being asked about—whether that be fluff, angst, smut, etc. im sending good vibes to ur inbox and hope it fills up <333

[superineffable]

was going to start watching starstruck odyssey since nsbu finished and im done w fhjy too but i guess im gonna go w misfits and magic first !! since its short i SHOULD be able to catch up in time for me to watch the finale of s2 when it comes out

[phagodyke]

love being at the climbing gym like yeah im not that flexible and then constantly doing moves matching my hands n feet on the same holds even when completely unnecessary

[thornycanary]

ok

[thecoolertails]

i wish more people understood that mental illnesses aren't categorically defined in a way that's based in science or biology and that the lines we draw between them are ultimately arbitrary. we assign labels to collections of symptoms and behaviors based on their occurrence with one another, and like anything that tries to sort the infinitely diverse tapestry of human experience into neat and rigid categories it often falls short of capturing the full extent of what it attempts to represent. this isn't to say that these labels are useless (they're absolutely not) but to treat them as definite and concrete facts of reality can be both harmful and counterintuitive to actually helping people who experience these symptoms

not to mention that many mental illnesses and conditions are defined heavily by societal expectations and perceptions of the individual, and that what we consider to be someone who is mentally well or typical vs who is mentally unwell or atypical is biased by hegemonic cultural ideals in ways that can sometimes be regressive, bigoted, or otherwise harmful or close-minded. if neurodivergency and mental illness are viewed from a biologically essentialist lens and the dsm is treated like a an infallible scientific text, it completely removes the ability to notice or contest labels and definitions that are flawed, outdated, or those that should be disregarded altogether.

a well known example of this is how homosexuality was once classified as a mental disorder, but there are stealthier examples that are still officially recognized to this day (such as Oppositional Defiance Disorder, which is disproportionately diagnosed in Black children and other children of color, as opposed to many white children with the same symptoms who are instead diagnosed as autistic)

anyway my point is that while modern psychology and psychiatry can be useful tools for understanding ourselves and each other, it's important to understand that at the end of the day it's still a pseudoscience and is not exempt from human error or social bias. at the end of the day we're all both more alike and more diverse than what those tools can show, and to fully understand ourselves and each other, we can't be entirely bound by them

[devotedlystrangewizard]

having fascinating conversations with my stepbrother like "megumi is my son" "so ur dating his dad 🤨" and "im literally gojo" "get better soon"