#comfort clone 🫶

[caramelcorgi]

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[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

Could you make headcanons abt a confident!chubby!poc!reader. Like when i search up haikyui x chubby reader all i get are hurt comfort stories about being insecure, and like everyone gets insecure but it gets to the point where people think everyone who isnt built like a coke bottle hates themselves 🙄. AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE ONES MADE FOR POC!!! Cause why are they all so stereotypical?! Like just because im black doesn’t mean im sexy redds clone😭🙏🏽.

Anyways back to the main plot🤭. I was thinking like reader with a style that has y2k/mcbling aspects (lowrise jeans, crop tops, chunky jewlery, etc) and is super bubbly. And back to he chubby thing, like ok. When i read x chubby readers, its always like fat ass and a lil bit of tummy, which is fine cause some people are built like that but not a lot🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️. Like i have thighs, big boobs(pray for my spine🫡🙏🏽😭) and tummy, but I also have hipdips that dig into my butt bro. So like yea🧍🏽‍♀️. Haikyuu headcanons (you can pick the characters you think will fit🫶🏽) x confident!chubby!poc! reader

(i apologize for the yap session i have lots of opinions on this topic)

Chubby!POC!Reader x Haikyuu Headcanons

ft: literally like half the team members of all the main teams

warnings: cussing

oh pal dw about it lmfao i get what u mean!! i hope these hcs satiate ur cravings 👍

since u didn't ask for any specific characters i just came up with a few hcs that i think could apply to multiple characters lol

credits: divider .

He lowkey likes it when people look at his partner and assume he can't carry them, but then he just goes "oh yeah? lemme just-" *picks u up and puts u on his shoulder without a single hint of struggling* 👍

Ushijima, Bokuto, Kuroo, Atsumu, Sakusa, Iwaizumi (but he wouldn't say it outloud lmao).

Can't pick you up? No problem, they wanna be the ones getting picked up anyways.

Yachi, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Tendou (u cant convince me he doesnt like getting picked up)

Can't pick you up? unacceptable. They're begging your forgiveness and spending hours at the gym until they can do it. Just give them a few months.

Nishinoya, Hinata, Hoshiumi, Kageyama, Terushima, Levi.

Became an absolute pro at finding your exact foundation shade. Like, has your exact match pinned down. Could just look at a foundation color and go "yeah that's their shade". Some may think it's a bit weird, but honestly it's so helpful sometimes.

Ushijima's autistic ass, Tsukishima, Sugawara, Asahi, Yachi, Sakusa and Osamu maybe?

Gets so excited over fashion, makeup, jewelry and all that stuff. Goes shopping/thrifting with you, pays for your nails and is very enthusiastic whenever you ask for their opinion on your outfits. Also lets you give them makeovers sometimes. They will absolutely serve cunt if you ask them to.

Hinata, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Yamaguchi, Tendou, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Yachi, maybe Levi lmao. Hot take but Ushijima would absolutely do it too.

Does encourage your passions and interest and stuff but their sense of fashion is that of a rock. If rocks wore crocs with socks. Still go shopping with u tho and they make up for their lack of advice by paying for all ur stuff. They spoil u so fricking much.

Tsukishima, Kageyama, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Suna, Daichi, Sakusa, Ennoshita, Kenma.

Paints/writes/does photography and will make the most beautiful jaw dropping mouth watering gorgeous absolutely stunning works of art portraying you in such a beautifully realistic way. They get your colors and shapes and curves so perfectly well, it's incredible– it shows just how much attention they pay to every little detail about you, and how much they love all of it.

Daichi, Asahi, Ushijima, Osamu, Ennoshita, Sakusa, Yamaguchi, Yachi, maybe Kageyama.

[belqva]

₊˚⊹౨ DAYLIGHT (O.W.K.) ৎ ₊˚⊹

warnings: angst. angst. and even more angst because i’m just morbid like that? it takes place post rots / mentions of order 66 if you consider that a warning lol

summary: Two Jedi survivors confront their shared guilt, grief, and unspoken love, finding solace and redemption in each other after ten years of loss and isolation.

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader

word count: 3.0k (ooops…)

a/n: first off all I had to get this off my chest even if it flops idc because I literally cannot stop thinking about it and I just need to put it out into the world, so please enjoy as much as I did creating it 🫶🏻 — p.s. there is so much anakin content on here (not that i’m complaining) so some much needed obi-wan appreciation is finally here <333

It had been exactly ten years since that fateful night on Mustafar—the night that shattered the galaxy and left you standing amidst the wreckage of everything you had ever known. The weight of loss had followed you like a shadow ever since, but even now, after a decade, the grief felt as fresh as the day it had all come crashing down.

The Republic had fallen. The Jedi had fallen. You had fallen.

As a Jedi Knight, you had once fought beside Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, brothers-in-arms during the Clone Wars. But more than that, you had known them as friends, as family. You had shared countless missions, stood side by side in battle, trusted each other with your lives. There was always a bond between you and Obi-Wan, something deeper than the friendship you both acknowledged—a connection that remained unspoken, held back by the Jedi Code. You had fought beside him for years, and through it all, you had felt something more than just camaraderie.

But when the war ended in tragedy, that unspoken connection had been buried beneath the ashes of the galaxy. Padmé Amidala was dead, Anakin had become Darth Vader, and Obi-Wan had disappeared. The Jedi were hunted, executed, and scattered to the far corners of the galaxy.

You were lucky. When Order 66 was given, you were on a neutral planet far in the Outer Rim, away from the battlefield. There were no clone troopers, no soldiers to execute the terrible command. But as the news of the Jedi massacre spread, you ran. You shut yourself off from the Force, hiding it deep within you, trying to suppress the very thing that had been your life.

And for what? The galaxy had become a graveyard for those who believed in hope.

You had fled to Alderaan, the only place you could think of, seeking refuge with Bail Organa, a man you had trusted throughout the war. He had welcomed you without question, and when you learned the full truth—of Anakin’s fall, of Padmé’s death, of the birth of the twins—it had shattered what remained of your spirit. You saw Leia for the first time then, a tiny baby, unaware of the weight her existence carried. The sight of her had brought you to tears, her innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded her birth.

And it was there that you learned the impossible. Obi-Wan was alive. But he had gone into hiding, retreating to a desolate world, unreachable, untouchable. Bail wouldn’t tell you where. He couldn’t. Perhaps Obi-Wan believed you were dead, like the others.

That thought weighed heavily on your mind for years. Every night, it haunted you—what had become of him? Was he truly gone, lost to the same despair that had consumed so many others?

For a decade, you stayed on Alderaan, trying to build a life in the ruins of your past. But the Force, which had once been a comfort, now felt like a burden you couldn’t bear. You severed yourself from it, and in doing so, lost a part of who you were. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and soon ten years had passed. Watching Leia grow, watching the galaxy continue without you, made you feel like a relic from another time. Everyone else had moved on, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let go.

And so, you made a decision. You couldn’t continue like this. The weight of the past was suffocating, and there was only one person in the galaxy who could understand—only one person who might still carry the same scars you did.

You didn’t tell Bail when you left. You couldn’t. You just packed what little you needed, including your lightsaber—though it felt strange to carry it after so many years—and set off for Tatooine. It was the only place that made sense. The place where it had all begun. The place where you might find the one person who still gave you hope.

When you arrived on the barren, desert planet, the twin suns beating down mercilessly, you felt the desolation sink into your bones. Tatooine was a world of sand and silence, and it reflected the emptiness you had felt for years. You asked around discreetly, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. The locals were suspicious of outsiders, and the planet was far from safe. But after days of searching, you heard rumors of a strange man who lived far from the towns, a man who kept to himself and only came into town for work.

It had to be him.

With nothing but a tattered cloak and your old, worn-out boots, you set off on foot into the desert. The journey was grueling, the heat unbearable, but you pressed on, driven by something deeper than determination. It took two days of walking, resting only when you could no longer move, but finally, you reached the place the locals had spoken of—a small, stone cave nestled into the cliffs, almost invisible in the harsh light of the suns.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached. The cave looked abandoned, but something inside you—some instinct or long-buried connection—told you otherwise. You felt it, deep down. You didn’t need the Force to know. He was there.

As you drew closer, a voice called out, sharp and commanding. “Visitors are not welcome here! Go away!”

That voice. You froze, your breath catching in your throat. It was older, wearier, but it was unmistakably him. After so many years of silence, hearing his voice was like a punch to the gut. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you almost collapsed from the sheer emotion of it.

“Is this how you welcome an old friend?” you called back, your voice trembling with emotion. A broken laugh escaped you as tears streamed down your cheeks.

There was a long pause. Then, from the shadows of the cave, a figure emerged. Slowly, he stepped into the light, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Obi-Wan.

But this was not the man you had once known. The years had aged him in ways you couldn’t have imagined. His face was lined with deep creases of sorrow and exhaustion, his once-vibrant hair now streaked with gray. His clothes were rough, worn, nothing like the robes of the Jedi you remembered. He looked like a man who had lived ten lifetimes in the span of a decade.

But it was his eyes that caught you. They were filled with shock, with disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were standing there before him.

“I thought you were dead,” he whispered, his voice raw, the words barely more than a breath.

You nearly broke at the sound of those words. You had imagined so many scenarios, but hearing the pain in his voice was unbearable. “No, Obi-Wan,” you said, stepping closer, your voice trembling. “I’m alive. I made it. We both made it.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes searching your face as if trying to convince himself that you were real. And then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you as if he might never let go. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, but you didn’t care. You buried your face in his shoulder, clutching at him as if he were the only thing keeping you anchored to the galaxy.

For the first time in ten years, you felt whole.

His grip on you tightened, and you felt his fingers thread through your hair, as if he were afraid you might vanish. You held on just as fiercely, your fingers clutching the fabric of his worn cloak, afraid that if you let go, this moment would slip away like a dream.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands still gripping his arms. “Obi-Wan, it’s not your fault. None of it.”

He shook his head, his expression pained. “I failed. We both did.”

“No,” you said firmly. “We survived. And that’s enough.”

The weight of his words hung between you like a heavy cloud, but you refused to let them pull you down. You had both been living with this burden for so long, but now—standing here, in each other’s presence—it was different. There was a sense of shared pain, shared guilt, but also the faintest glimmer of something else. Hope.

Obi-Wan finally released you, stepping back just slightly, though his hand lingered on your arm as if he was still afraid you might disappear.

“You… You shouldn’t have come,” he murmured, his voice shaky. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “I couldn’t stay on Alderaan. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening. “But you were safe there. Away from all of this.”

“Safe?” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “I haven’t felt safe in ten years, Obi-Wan. Not since… not since that day.”

At that, he flinched, his eyes closing for a brief moment, as though the memory of Mustafar, of Anakin’s fall, was still as fresh for him as it was for you.

“We’ve both lost everything,” you continued, your voice cracking. “Everything we believed in. Everyone we cared about. But we’re still here, Obi-Wan. Somehow, we’re still here.

He opened his eyes again, looking at you with a mixture of sadness and something deeper—something that had always been there, just beneath the surface.

“And what good has it done?” he asked quietly. “We’ve survived, yes, but at what cost? The galaxy has fallen into darkness. The Jedi are gone. Anakin…” His voice broke at the mention of his former apprentice, and he turned away, his shoulders tense with the weight of it all.

You stepped closer, placing a hand gently on his arm. “It wasn’t your fault,” you whispered, knowing full well how hollow those words sounded, knowing that he had probably told himself the same thing countless times and failed to believe it. “You did everything you could.”

He didn’t respond at first. He just stood there, his eyes fixed on some distant point in the desert, lost in memories you couldn’t touch. But then, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke again, his voice barely audible.

“I trained him,” he said, his words laced with bitterness and regret. “I watched him grow. I should have seen the signs. I should have stopped him before…”

“You couldn’t have known,” you said firmly. “None of us could have.”

But he shook his head, his expression tortured. “I should have. I should have been better.”

You wanted to argue with him, to tell him that he was wrong, that he had been the best mentor, the best Jedi anyone could ask for. But you knew it wouldn’t make a difference. Obi-Wan had always carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, even when it wasn’t his to bear. It was part of who he was.

Instead, you reached out and gently took his hand, lacing your fingers with his. He looked down at the gesture, his brow furrowing slightly, as though the simple act of human connection was something foreign to him now.

“We can’t change the past,” you said softly. “But we’re not alone. Not anymore.”

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. But then, slowly, almost reluctantly, he squeezed your hand in return. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to make your heart ache.

After a few moments of silence, you both sat down on the rocky ground outside the cave, the twin suns dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desert. The air was cooling now, and the stars were beginning to emerge, scattered like pinpricks of light across the darkening sky.

You sat close to each other, your shoulders almost touching, the quiet between you filled with unspoken words. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was enough just to be here, together, after so many years of isolation and pain.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I spent so long wondering.. just thinking about you. If you were suffering just like me.”

“I thought about you too,” Obi-Wan admitted, his voice soft. “Every day.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the raw honesty in his words. He met your gaze, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in years—a flicker of vulnerability, of the man he used to be before the weight of the galaxy crushed him.

“I thought you were dead,” he confessed, his voice cracking slightly. “After the Purge, I thought… I thought I’d lost you, too. Like everyone else.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words. You had imagined so many scenarios over the years, but hearing the pain in his voice, knowing that he had thought you were gone, was almost too much to bear.

“I’m here,” you said softly, reaching out to gently touch his cheek. “I’m here, Obi-Wan.”

For a moment, he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as if he were savoring the simple warmth of human contact. But then, just as quickly, he pulled away, the walls he had built around himself slamming back into place.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he said again, his voice harsher this time, though you could hear the conflict in his tone. “It’s not safe. For either of us.”

“I don’t care about safety,” you replied, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill over. “I care about you.”

He shook his head, standing up abruptly and walking a few paces away, his back to you. “This isn’t your fight anymore, Y/N. You don’t owe me anything.”

You stood up as well, anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. “How can you say that? After everything we’ve been through, how can you stand there and tell me that I don’t owe you anything?”

He didn’t turn around, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Because I don’t deserve it,” he said, his voice low, almost broken. “I don’t deserve your loyalty, or your friendship, or… or anything.”

You took a step toward him, your heart aching at the pain in his words. “Obi-Wan,” you said softly, “you’ve always been too hard on yourself. You’ve always carried the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders, and it’s killing you.”

He turned around then, his blue eyes filled with a storm of emotions—pain, guilt, fear, and something else, something that had always been there between you but had never been spoken aloud.

“I don’t know how to carry it anymore,” he whispered, his voice raw and vulnerable. “I don’t know how to keep going.”

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, reaching out to gently cup his face in your hands. “Then let me carry it with you,” you whispered. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes searching your face as if he were trying to find something—an answer, a reason, a way forward. And then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“You were always stronger than me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You smiled through your tears, your heart breaking and mending all at once. “We were always stronger together,” you said softly.

And then, finally, the walls came down.

“I will love in every galaxy,” you began, your voice trembling but sure. "In every universe that ever was or will be. In every lifetime we are destined to live. Even when the stars lose their way and disappear from the sky, when the oceans turn to dust, and the mountains bow to time— still, I will choose you. Even if you are but a hollow echo of the person you once were, a shadow of all that you used to be, I will see you, the heart of you, the soul of you, and love you with all that I am, with all that I will ever be. I will love you with a fire that burns through eternity. Until my last breath, and beyond that, when I become one with the stars, the winds, the very Force— evn then, my spirit will find yours, and I will love you in silence, in whispers carried on the edge of the cosmos. My existence is bound to yours, an eternal thread that stretches across time and space, every part of me yearns for you, craves to hold you close, and I won't let you slip away— not this time, not again. For no distance, no universe, no lifetime could keep me from you. I will love you, even when you don't believe in love, even when you forget how to love yourself. My heart is yours, wholly, eternally, unshakably.”

As the words poured from your heart, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, his hands trembling as they gripped your waist. You felt the years of pain, of loneliness, of guilt melt away between you. You could feel the force of his emotions, raw and unfiltered, as if he had been holding them back for so long that now, in your presence, they couldn’t be contained anymore.

And when you finished, when the last of your confession hung in the air like a promise carved into the stars, he finally broke. He kissed you with a desperation that spoke of years of longing, of words left unspoken, of feelings buried too deep for too long.

In that moment, under the vast, starlit sky, there were no Jedi, no Sith, no war, no galaxy. There was just you and him—two souls who had found each other again after being lost for so long.

And in that moment, that was enough.

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[thelazybard]

idk if you do modern AU, but it could be really cool like a modern au of the clones from Bad Batch + rex and cody in like university. what would they study, what hobbies, what would they wear! idk

or maybe like in the y/n s/o perspective how they would help them study through finals and midterms?

love ur writing 🫶🫶🫶

I love university AUs sm ughh

Modern!The Bad Batch +Rex +Cody x GN!Reader: The boys as university students

Rex:

Style: Athleisure for sure. Something presentable enough to attend class in but also hit up the gym in after. The same sneakers almost every day, and his gold chain.

Major: Philosophy

Study dates: In his dorm when Cody is out. You both fit into his twin bunk and quiz each other with flash cards.

Cody:

Style: Done up, slacks and a sweater every day for sure. I imagine him in brown loafers and gold jewelry.

Major: Engineering

Study dates: Out at a cafe with free wifi. He prefers outdoor seating so the two of you can have a bit more privacy while also enjoying nature, but he won't subject you to that in the winter. You doublecheck his math for him and quiz him on the different formulas he's got to memorize.

Hunter:

Style: Jeans, boots, and a graphic tee of some sort. A denim or leather jacket in the winter.

Major: Forestry/Environmental Science

Study date: Outdoors at campus, usually under a tree the two of you can lean back on. He brings snacks and a blanket each time, and the two of you study for your respective midterms in a comfortable silence until you fall asleep on his shoulder.

Echo:

Style: Similar to Rex's. Athleisure, but more boyish. Graphic tees of his favorite show and Nike sweatshorts.

Major: Biomedical engineering

Study dates: At your dorm because Fives always has a girl over. He tries to focus on studying but ends up getting distracted by the various doodads around your room, which results in you getting the great idea of holding him down and doing your skincare routine on him. No studying gets done.

Wrecker:

Style: He's the guy that wears shorts whether it's warm or not. A black pullover hoodie is a closet staple. (He let's girls borrow it so be ready to argue about that). Socks and sandals 100%.

Major: Sport's Medicine or Physics.

Study dates: In his dorm. He sits at his desk with you in his lap and you make him create/study quizlets. He takes breaks frequently to snuggle and kiss you.

Tech:

Style: Slacks, polo and blazer. Thinks you need to look your best to do your best. Him and Wrecker fuss over each other's styles constantly.

Major: Double majoring in Aerospace Engineering and Computer Science.

Study dates: In the STEM building in one of the many study spaces. He says what he's learned out loud to you to better adhere it in his noggin. He takes you out to ice cream after to make up for the lack of romance during the actual study part.

Crosshair:

Style: Dark academia on days he has a presentation. Rest of the time? Sweatpants and a black shirt. Something he can jump right back into bed in.

Major: I'm sorry but he's so a business major. Actually I'm not sorry.

"Study" dates: You go to his dorm and make out while a business textbook is open nearby. Studying!!

[motherroam-rs]

Wrap Me in Your Skin and Bones

NSFW - 18+

Warnings/Tags : Cockwarming, Nightmares, Mentions of Trauma and PTSD, Angst, Comfort, Love Confessions

Relationship: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Summary: After solitary confinement on Mount Tantiss, Crosshair is plagued by nightmares that lead him to seek comfort in your body.

A/N : Wrote and posted this to AO3 before season 3 but wanted to put it here too 🫡 I just had this angsty lil thing in my head about how a touch starved Cross would deal with physical contact after the empire 🫶 (even though I firmly believe Tech survived the fall - he’s dead for the purpose of this I’m SORRY)

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

The sharp hit to your ribs has you springing into a sitting position, eyes wild and scanning the room for a threat. Muscle memory from years in the war has you reaching for the blaster and pointing it towards various shadows in the room.

You would be a lousy shot with the way your hand shook from the adrenaline in your veins. But, there are no imperial agents hiding in your room, no battle droids under your bed, the source of the attack lays next to you, writhing against imaginary forces in his nightmare.

Crosshair.

Abandoning the blaster on the floor, you work on tearing the bedsheets away from him before he can tangle himself any further in the restrictive fabric. Every muscle in his body seems to be rigid, even once you manage to free him, but he still thrashes, as if fighting against invisible restraints.

The sight of his struggle has your stomach forming knots.

“Crosshair, wake up,” your pleading hands press to his shoulder, thankful that the prominence of his collarbones has eased over the last few weeks, but he’s still nowhere close to as healthy he was the last time you saw him before the war had ended.

Unlike the rest of the batch, you hadn’t seen Crosshair during his time under the empire, and although during his absence you were thankful for it, this only made it worse the day his brothers brought him home.

Crosshair had always been the leanest of them, you had even joked with him on several occasions that he resembled the toothpicks which always hung from his lips, but the breath had been stolen from your body when Echo half-carried him down the walkway. Crosshairs face was almost as hollow as Echo’s had been after Skako Minor, and it was now flecked in silver stubble, with a large scar that stretched across the side of his head where patches of hair were entirely missing.

Just as the pair passed you by, Crosshairs eyes had met your own. You were used to a range of emotions in them, from heated glares and desire filled gazes, occasionally there was even an amused look that framed his eyes with a hint of laughter lines. However, what you didn’t prepare yourself for was for them to be entirely void of any emotion, it was if you were just one of the stone pillars that lined the streets.

After a week in the infirmary, it became evident that Crosshair couldn’t sleep alone. With Hunter preoccupied with Omega, the responsibility fell to Echo the first few nights, he was the closest to understanding Crosshairs situation after all.

On the third day after the rescue, Hunter had told you although Omega was kept somewhat safe with another female clone, they had found Crosshair in solitary confinement. Something deep in your chest broke at the unsaid weight of the information. Despite his aversion to most people, Crosshair had spent years of being in tight living spaces with his brothers, only to be thrown in a cell alone for maker knows how long.

Maybe this was why he gravitated towards you once he was finally in good enough physical condition to be released from the infirmary.

Between Echo’s own complicated relationship with sleep, Wrecker’s inability to not snore and wake everyone in the immediate vicinity, and Hunters responsibility for Omega, it was you who took him in.

If Tech was still here, he would have been the one to stay with Crosshair. You push that thought down, but the pain still resonates in your chest.

You give Crosshair another shake, and the second your other hand presses to the bare skin of his face, his eyes snap open. He lashes out like a snarling animal trapped in a snare, gripping both your wrists and pinning you beneath him with a speed that causes the room to spin around you.

“It’s just me, Cross.” You speak in a hushed tone, attempting to calm him as you fight against his grip.

Reality bleeds into his eyes, momentarily easing his pained expression, but then he’s choking on the air, collapsing onto you.

“I need,” although his face is buried in your neck, you hear the emotion crack his voice, and you already know the broken look that on his face. “Please, I need you.”

“It’s okay, Cross.” You nod and widen your legs, allowing his hips to settle between them. Your bodies act on the familiar routine you had both fallen into over the last few months since he moved into your spare room - which he has still never spent a night in. Crosshairs shakes have already begun to ease with the contact, his hands have at least stilled enough so he can effectively rid you both of the few items of clothing until you were bare against each other.

He coils himself around you at first, as if he were a snake trying to suffocate its prey, but you only wrap your arms around him in return, welcoming his touch. You aren’t certain if it’s the solitary confinement that made him need the contact, or if it’s some lingering effect of the chip, but either way you still offer yourself to him.

Seemingly unable to wait for his heart to settle, he chases the comfort only you can provide, and begins the slow push of himself inside you. Crosshair’s breaths are escaping him in desperate pants and he’s pressing as much of himself to you as possible, seeking the warmth of your body to drive away the sensation of the cold interrogation table that plagued his mind.

The stretch burns with the little preparation you have, and Crosshair senses your silent discomfort. He draws his hips back with a mumbled apology, so only the tip remains inside you, and draws slow circles on your clit with his thumb. It doesn’t take long for the resistance to ease with your wetness, and soon enough he’s rocking back into you with a groan, allowing you time to adjust.

He doesn’t attempt to bring you to the precipice, or anywhere close to it. Once he fully settles into you, his hand withdraws and instead tangles itself in your hair.

Right now Crosshairs need for you isn’t sexual, despite what it seems.

Some nights it will delve into more once his body relaxes, and he’ll take his time to have you come undone beneath him with more care and attention than he had ever possessed before the rise of the empire. But tonight, as he does most nights, he stills once fully seathed inside you, his only desire being your embrace.

“Where was it this time?” Sometimes he would answer, but other times he would give a slight shake to his head in response.

“Barton-4, then the interrogation room.” His voice is strained, and you recall everything he’s already told you about these places, specifically the haunting memory of Mayday’s death.

“You’re safe, we’re both safe, Crosshair.” You press a kiss to his temple as if it would help the promise sink into his mind. One of your hands moves to the back of his head, cradling him against your neck as the other traces patterns on his back.

It takes a few minutes of silence for his breathing to fall in sync with yours, and despite his cock being inside you, the light exhale against your neck has your face heating at the intimacy. His shakes have entirely ceased now, and you think he’s fallen asleep, until you hear the broken whisper.

“I love you.”

Your body freezes at the admission, both hands stopping their comforting movements. His throat bobs against your neck with a dry swallow, and you wonder if it’s his body trying to subconsciously take back the words.

You had been somewhat together during the clone wars, but it was never emotionally intimate. He had a physical need for you in a way that led to fucking you from behind against almost every surface on the marauder. And yet, true to his cold nature he never faced you, or even kissed you. Once he finished, he would neaten his armour and leave without a goodbye, yet you would still allow him back every time he gave the word.

“Crosshair-“ you start, but he’s cutting you off before your mouth can form another syllable.

“I know it’s not the right time to say it, but I do, I always have.” He rasps, trying to force the confession out in one breath, as if ripping the bacta patch off a wound.

Always have?

Your mind begins unravelling years of your self-imposed torture during the clone wars from biting down your feelings, pretending not to care when some pretty girl inevitably threw herself at him in a bar.

“You need to sleep.” He bites out, hurt evident in his tone at your lack of response, but he doesn’t dare peel himself away from you. Despite the hurt seeping into him, he’s too selfish to let you go unless you ask him to leave.

“Crosshair.” There’s no response, but something possesses you to reach out anyways, and you’re pressing your hand to his face, craning your neck to meet his stare. His eyes are open, but still avoid your own.

Your brush your nose against his, and your thumb traces over the sharp angle of his jaw, memorising the way he ever-so-slightly leans into your touch.

“I love you too.”

His eyes close, a shaky breath of relief escaping his lips. Crosshair had never needed a helmet to mask his emotions before his brothers brought him back to Pabu, back to you. His face had always been set in an ever cold smirk, whether it be when he was taunting a reg, on a stealth mission, or when you caught glimpses of him in mirrored surfaces in the marauder as he fucked himself into you. However, at your words, something akin to peace washes over his face, allowing it to morph into a rare expression of something softer, like that of a soldier returning from battle finally setting eyes on his home.

When the morning comes, you half expect the bed to be cold, or at least as cold as it can be in the climate of Pabu, but when the midday sun casts its warming rays over your skin, he’s still inside of you. Slender limbs have tangled with your own and his face is nestled against your neck, but you can tell from his breathing that he’s already awake.

“Stay.” It’s a whispered prayer against your skin, a desperate plea to some deity that seems to have abandoned him long ago in that cell on Mount Tantiss. But you don’t think the gods, the Empire or even the force could keep you apart now, and you don’t want them to. You press your forehead to his, a wordless answer to him that you aren’t going anywhere, that he’ll never have to be alone again.

[theemporium]

soft Steve blurbs!!!☺️ would you mind writing a small blurb of Steve the night after taking readers virginity. If you mind, would it possible for their to be no smut just the morning after full of fluffiness and Steve making sure readers was okay with the experience and comfortable? ily<3

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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The first thought in Steve’s head when he woke up the next morning was, why the fuck did I not close the curtains last night?

The second thought was that there was a warmth pressed against his side, and he found that he didn’t mind it all that much.

He slowly blinked his eyes open, wincing a little at the bright sun shining through the window before his gaze shifted down to his chest—down to you.

You were sprawled over him, one leg thrown over his and your arms wrapped around his torso. Your cheek was pressed against his bare chest, and your lips were parted slightly as you slept. Your hair was messy—Steve made a mental note to buy some hair ties for his place so you’d have them when you stayed over—and your cheeks were slightly flushed.

You looked so fucking beautiful, it made his head spin and his breathing a little funny, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“You’re staring.”

He raised his brows, almost surprised that you were awake already. “Am I not allowed to stare?”

Your lips twitched. “Creep.”

His face split into a grin. “Your creep.”

You snorted, the sound was bashful but uncaring. “That’s not romantic at all, Harrington.”

“You still laughed,” he countered before he leaned down to catch your lips in a kiss, ignoring your mumbled complaints about morning breath. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, Steve.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “You sure? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better? Because—”

“Steve,” you called out, lifting your head so your chin was propped onto his chest. Your face softened slightly when you saw the concern on his face. “I’m fine. I promise. You were perfect.”

His fingers lightly traced along your cheekbone and down your jaw before he tucked some hair behind your ear. His hand cupped the back of your head before leaning down to kiss you again.

“I just don’t want you to regret it,” he admitted, almost shyly.

You gave him a soft smile. “I’d never regret anything with you, Steve Harrington.”

His cheeks flushed at your words, but it didn’t stop his grin from widening.

“But,” you started. “I wouldn’t say no to some breakfast.”

He playfully rolled his eyes, enjoying the way you shrieked as he pulled the duvet off both of you. “I’ll make you my famous pancakes,” he said. “After a shower.”

You raised your brows. “Gonna invite me, Harrington?”

He copied your expression. “You wanna come?”

“If the answer is ever no, I clearly have been replaced with a clone.”

Steve only snorted in response.

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[myslutwritings]

Hey, hope you’re doing well!<3 :)

I love your headcanons on the uppermoon demons!! (I start doing laps around my room and cartwheeling every time you post🛐) I have a request on the upper moons x their female s/o during her time of the month (esp when she has very bad period cramps 🥲 like literally feels like you’re getting stabbed in the lower abdomen, back pain, nausea etc.,etc.)

You can write either mainly SFW hcs or mix it up with NSFW hcs, I don’t mind, just happy to get the request written tbh😭

(Also, if you don’t feel comfortable writing for such a topic, that’s okay! :) thank you for taking the time to read my request though! Hope you have a good day/night!<3)

TYSM🫶🫶 i’ll definitely be doing this! (and fyi yes i am completely writing for this kind of thing! it’s completely normal!)

➤ Uppermoons taking care of you on your time of the month

➤ Headcanons (not proof read)

Uppermoons x F!reader (modern AU)

Including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza + Hantengu Clones!

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warnings: mostly sfw but with some semi-nsfw

Muzan Kibutsuji

He l literally just arrives home to find you curled up on the bed. You look like you’re in agony and immediately he presumes someone hurt you.

That’s all until you tell him that your body is just experiencing horrendous cramps due to being on your period.

Muzan isn’t a dumbass so he’s familiar with what a period is.

So he obviously isn’t repulsed by you or anything!

You don’t even have to tell him fully because he caught the whiff of your blood prior. Which is another reason he thought someone hurt you at first.

As we know, not the best at giving affection but he’ll take care of you (if you’re lucky)

But whenever you’re on your period you receive sooo much affection from him and it always catches you off guard because you never EVER witness him like this.

Muzan lowkey loves how clingy you get as well. Feeds off it when you rely on him. It’s his confidence boost.

Cuddles with you (on occasion) and will give you free massages without you having to ask.

Isn’t the most vocal but he will whisper words of affirmation in your ear. It sends chills down your spine whenever he does.

You don’t even have to tell him where your cramps are because he immediately knows and takes care of it for you!

Is unexpectedly good at holding back his hunger for your blood. Muzan Isn’t too fond of your blood in the first place because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way. (surprisingly. considering he’s the demon king n all)

Kokushibo

Then again, like Muzan he assumes you’re hurt until you inform him that you’re just having agonizing cramps.

Kokushibo absolutely despises witnessing you in any form of pain so without saying a word you’re quickly embraced by him.

Will take care of you all day and all night until you’re finally off your period.

Has to fight back the urge to taste your blood💀

If you have to postpone sexy times then he is understanding! As long as you’re comfortable. He’s happy just taking care of you like this.

Is a bit shocked by how needy you become though.

It’s sorta cute in his six eyes how humans get like this.

he’ll also love love LOVE how you’ll rely on him.. (but ofc he doesn’t express it)

Being overly vocal isn’t his nature but he’ll do his best to comfort you with his words as well if you’re in extreme pain.

Gently massages your cramps, buys you a heating pad and everything or he’ll even bathe you. Bro is such a gentleman tbh<33

I’m conclusion, he is always prepared. He’ll happily buy you a bunch of sweets if you have a habit of earthy candy while you’re on your cycle. Always prepared with pads too.

Douma

Douma isn’t really too fond of how lazy you become whenever you’re on your period!

You’re usually up and about so what’s changed?

At first he doesn’t notice until he smells the faint scent of fresh blood.

It’s embarrassing really because at first you didn’t tell him. But Douma isn’t an idiot so he immediately knows and teases you when you confess you were too shy to tell him.

Douma absolutely adores taking care of you and he literally is on his knees for you no matter what so anything you need he can definitely provide it! He’s obsessed with giving. He’s almost too giving.

I feel like he would just naturally have sweets in his house so he’ll just give them all to you.

Will bathe you and cook for you and gives you very intimate massages.

Tells you how you smell extra good whenever you’re on your period.

You punched him in the stomach for that.

Buttttt.. if you’re the one to not wanna engage in sexual acts when you’re on your cycle he will throw a fit if you have to postpone sexy times with him. i

He wants to taste you badly. Especially when you’re bleeding from there yk (he’s so downbad it’s unreal)

On the other end, he’s still satisfied though because you become way more clingy! Usually, he’s the one who’s clingy, so it’s like the roles are reversed.

Douma also finds it amusing whenever you’re withering in pain because of your cramps. He gets off by how extra vulnerable you get. (He’s such a sadist, i swear)

Douma lends you extra cuddles but you proceed to complain about how cold he is. You want to be warm and comfortable and be just isn’t helping with us naturally cold body temperature.

Throws a tantrum if you don’t wanna cuddle. Will beg you until you say yes. He doesn’t care and thinks you’ll feel better if you let him hold you (He is fucking delusional and doesn’t understand that he’s only making it worst)

Akaza

You know him, you love him.

You bet your ass this man is gonna be head over heels for you and treat you like his queen no matter what.

Akaza immediately knows what’s up when he comes across you lying on the couch clearly in pain.

Carries you to the bedroom and gives you a heating pad and just lies down next to you while stroking your hair. Telling you about his day because he knows his words comfort you!

You don’t even have to tell him because he knows what makes you feel better when you’re on your time of the month!

Buys you all the necessities you need! He naturally just knows by heart what to get.

Even buys you the correct pads/tampons too, gets you your favorite candy as well, or anything else you like!

Suchhhhh a fucking gentleman!!

The two of you share lots of fluffy moments together!

Whenever you’re experiencing extreme nausea he will make you something healthy to eat and lend you a cold drink. Will deadass spoon feed you all romantically

He’s super overprotective and loves to take care of you. ALWAYS.

We know Akaza doesn’t eat women so he’s easily able to fight back the urge to taste your blood. He couldn’t care less about that.

Is super understanding and accepting of you don’t want to engage in sexual acts while you’re on your period. He would much rather take care of you! But if you did want to have sex he wouldn’t complain.

Akaza probably wouldn’t be into eating you out while you’re on your period because as we know he doesn’t eat women.

Hantengu Clones

Sekido

You’d probably expect him to be mad but he actually isn’t which is a huge surprise.

He is only mad at the fact you’re in pain.

Only anger is his nature but he’ll drop it for once in order to care for you.

Not the best at it, imma admit.

If he needs to buy you pads he’ll probably get lost in the store. It takes him like an hour to find the correct ones for you because all this feminine stuff is confusing on his end.

But surprise, surprise, he returns back with everything you need despite him taking awhile.

Complains to you about it afterwards and how infuriating it was to find pad/tampons for you.

He’s being over dramatic so you just laugh it off and thank him.

Well, at least you’re happy so that’s good enough.

Doesn’t really like cuddling but if it’ll help you he’ll do it for your sake.

Karaku

Another amazing care taker.

Cooks for you, gives you baths, buys whatever feminine products you require even tho he gets a lil confused..

But at the same time he gets really fucking aroused.

Doesn’t care if you’re bleeding, that makes it even better.

But if you aren’t the type to wanna fuck he’ll understand. But he’s bummed out about it though.

Lots and lots of cuddles for you!

Teases you when you’re in pain (then again, sadist)

But afterwards he’ll feel a tad-bit guilty and just cuddle you until you fall asleep in his arms.

Karaku is surprisingly warm so you don’t need a heating pad when he literally already is one.

Aizetsu

“Are you okay, love?” Aizetsu notices you’re in extreme agony and becomes worried as his eyes laid on your fetal position in bed.

Cue caretaker Aizetsu!!

Seeing you in such pain makes him so upset and even more depressed than before.

Is immediately doing EVERYTHING for you.

Even if this affection causes him to grow exhausted If it means the pain will go away for you then he’ll do it in a heartbeat!

Would never tease you either:( that’s so mean.

Bro gets a little flustered sometimes whenever he has to buy those feminine products for you.

He isn’t experienced with taking care of someone while on their period because he isn’t too sure on what exactly to do.

But as soon as you tell him what to do he’s doing it all in a heartbeat! Is surprisingly a fast learner so he goes into the habit of taking care of you without you having to ask anymore whenever you’re on that time of the month.

He even knows before you know when you’re on your period because he can smell your blood.

Urogi

Right off the bat asks why he smells blood.

You just tell him you’re on your time of the month and then he laughs and just cuddles you.

Is absolute SHIT when it comes to taking care of you though.

He can’t really give you massages because of his talons..

But you get a lot of cuddles though which is a relief!

Buys you painkillers or heating pads.

Goes into he feminine product section of the store and takes a picture of it and asks “What size pussy you wear, mamas?”

You hate him sometimes.

Instead of what you actually need which is the correct tampons and pads he comes back with marshmallows

MARSHMALLOWS

And because you’re more fired up when you’re on your time of the month you literally almost kill him.

He’s sleeping on the couch tonight.

AHHH! i’m so so so sorry for not posting! i’ve been trying to find a new job and life has been a pain in the ass. But i started this last night and was finally able to finish! I hope you like it. My requests are still open so i’m still taking them! It just might take me awhile to finish them.

[green-alm0nd]

hiiiii ! I love your writing :) I was wondering if I could request a echo x reader where it’s sorta like long distance so they only saw each other when they came to pabu or the finale, and if you could make it a hug scene like the ones he shared with omega (like the whole running and jumping blah blah blah) sorry if it’s extensive, thank you ! 🫶

[Echo x gn!reader]: Come back to you

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Summary:

Emerie and Echo left Pabu a few weeks after the events on Tantiss. You haven't heard from him ever since and you hope he comes back.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: TBB S3 FINALE SPOILERS, fluff, kissing, a bit suggestive, a bit of angst. Not proofread.

Enjoy!

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Since the attack on the beautiful island you settled in, you didn't hear anything else from Echo. Pabu had always managed to rebuild itself, adapt and go back to living normally.

Before the Empire found the small island, you and Echo had been in touch for a while, either from commlink calls or messages. After the events that made Tantiss burn to ashes, Echo came back. But, only for a short time. He left with the doctor, Emerie Karr, to try find safe homes for the remaining clones.

It made you angry, yes. But then again, it was Echo. He'd do anything for his brothers.

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It had been a few weeks since clouds showed up in Pabu and released the water inside of them. Maybe it was the weight of the Empire on the Universe that made the rain stronger, and the mood seemed to be less...heavy.

You were standing inside your shared apartment, looking at the droplets of water falling. It had always brought a sense of comfort to you.

You had asked Hunter several times if he had any news, to which he'd always shake his head. It made you even more depressed.

If it weren't for the rest of the Batch, you'd be alone. Wrecker always forced you to go out, since he knew you wouldn't do it on your own unless it had to do with news about the rebellion, Rex, or your boyfriend.

You sighed. You truly missed him.

Suddenly, your commlink beeped, and got up. You grabbed your comm, and nervously spoke up. It wasn't the commlink that you and the Bad Batch used, it was a private 'channel' you had with Echo.

"Echo?" You whispered, nervously.

You heard a small hum and chuckle.

"Hey."

Adrenaline shot through your veins at the sound of his voice.

"Wh- What? How? Where are you? Are you okay?" You asked, a thousand questions running through your head.

Though you could only hear his voice, a wave of relief washed your body.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I'm currently in Coruscant, in Rex's Underground level base. We're trying to collect all the remaining stuff before he leaves. I'm helping him out." He explained.

You sighed in relief.

"I'm so happy to hear your voice. Why haven't you said anything for the past three week until now?" You asked.

"I've been very busy. We're still trying to find out anything about the nameless clones. I haven't been...that close to my commlink, either." He said, mumbling the last part.

"It's...fine." You replied.

Echo seemed to pick up your tiredness and your sadness, maybe disappointment even, in your voice.

"How... about you? Are you doing alright?" He softly asked.

"Yeah, I just really miss you." You answered, with a small sigh.

Echo let out a small chuckle.

"I miss you too."

You considered telling about how you felt.

"I'm actually not doing great. It's been a rough few weeks and I really needed you but I'm not sure you were free and I didn't want to bother you and-" You stopped, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose.

"I just wish you were here."

Silence came over the comm channel, before Echo finally spoke up.

"I'm coming over." He suddenly said.

Your eyes widened.

"Wha- no! You can't. You're a thousand clicks away-" he cut you off.

"I'm coming over. That's final, okay?"

You sighed. Your boyfriend was stubborn.

"Okay. I'll wait for you." You replied, before he left the comm channel.

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A few hours later, the dark night sunk into Pabu. Not that it was super visible, as the clouded skies still let the rain fall.

It was endearing to see how much Echo cared for you, even though he was busy most of the time.

You decided to get dressed, and wait for him on the side of the landing platform, below a huge tree root that provided you shelter from the pouring rain.

Your heart rate sped up, and your knees slightly trembled at the sight of a ship, most likely Echo's, approaching the landing platform.

The big shuttle eventually landed on the island, and you took a step forward. The rain didn't matter anymore, not even when it was soaking your clothes and body.

The ramp lowered, and butterflies filled your stomach, taking your breath away.

And there he was, the guy that had stolen your heart the second you saw him walking inside your coffee shop all those months ago; the man that had swore to you loyalty, even if your relationship was distant; your boyfriend. Echo.

He came down the ramp. Just when his feet touched the ground, you ran towards him and hugged him.

Echo hugged back, burying his nose on your neck.

"Hey." He said.

You smiled.

"Hey."

You two stayed there for a long time, not caring about the rain, not caring about anything at all. What mattered was that Echo was there. Your Echo. He was real. It wasn't a dream.

"I missed you so much." You mumbled, bringing your lips close to his.

"I missed you too." He answered, finally pulling you into the kiss you were desperately yearning for for a long time now.

You kissed back, bringing your hands to his hips, as his hand rested on your cheek.

However, his hand lowered to your butt, giving it a light squeeze: enough to make you squeak and let his tongue explore your mouth.

It had been such a long time since you felt him so close to you it almost felt like a dream.

He pulled away.

"We better go home, seems like rain won't be stopping for a while." He suggested smiling.

You nodded.

"Let's go."

Echo had finally come back home.

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🗣️❗🎵 PARTY WALKERS IN THE YAAARD TONIIIIGHT🎵❗🗣️ (iykyk)

Currently have that cover from sbg in my head

(I am currently in my last two weeks of final exams so requests might take a while)

(Reblogs are highly appreciated <3)

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[bsverryin]

: ̗̀➛ Growing up together with HSR men

Who?

╰┈➤ Gepard, Jing yuan, Blade, Dan heng

Situation?

╰┈➤ Growing up!!

(this headcanon can be childhood friends to lovers or just childhood friends growing up together [platonic!!], your choice!!)

✎ HEADCANONS only!! Wholesome 🫶 I haven't been posting a lot because of busy schedule but I'm grateful for the people who appreciates my works 🥹 I cannot assure you of perfect grammar but I hope you enjoy!!

: ̗̀➛ GEPARD

Gepard never really changed especially the way he treats you ever since you both were little kids. The only thing that changed was he was more passionate to achieve something and stricter to himself.

Ever since you were kids, Gepard was lively and you brought out the best of each other. He used to cry when you cried. You both used to fight just like a cat and dog but don't worry, he's always saying sorry first even when you both were slowly growing up.

When you're both growing up, he would always make sure that he's making time for you so the friendship would remain even in your busiest days. When it comes to problems, Gepard is the first person who you'd always run to and he does the same to you. You both aren't a burden to each other and it made him happy that you're each other's shoulder to lean on.

As adults, you both never really had a chance to see each other as often as before and you both knew that time would come sooner or later. There are times where you surprise him out of nowhere and you brighten up his day whenever you do.

Your friendship is always gonna be strong and so is your love for each other. Growing up with him mentally and physically made it easier for you to adjust and understand especially when it comes to your feelings.

: ̗̀➛ JING YUAN

Jing yuan has the same knowledge as you. It's like, you're each other's clone and you share the same soul with him. Protecting each other and making each other your priority is something that you both did ever since you were young.

As kids, Jing yuan makes sure that you're protected by him. You weren't weak, in fact you were fearless that you'd always get bruised everywhere around your body. Jing yuan is the one who's always scared because you'd always cry out of nowhere and it was because there was blood around your knees, arms and the reason was your reckless behavior such as running and climbing rocks.

While growing up, Jing yuan really did go through a lot and lost so many of his special friends that's why you promised him that you'd always stay by his side no matter what. You weren't good at comforting him and he doesn't like communicating about his feelings, you were scared each day that he'd let you go just like his other friends. You tried to be more cheerful around him to make him feel that you're always there and you'd never leave him.

Finally, when you both were adults, he became much better and happier than before and he really did deserve it. There's no day where he forgets to say thank you to you, for not leaving him and for always cheering him. In conclusion you chose the same path as him because you're a person who keeps their words. Jing yuan deeply cares about your feelings just like what you did to him before.

He deeply cares about your feelings that he always makes sure that the path you chose was something that you do not regret and is something that you did for yourself and not for him.

: ̗̀➛ BLADE

Blade is really used to you, there are times when he tries to push you away but there are times where he's happy to be your one and only friend. You both had so much to learn about each other before you became truly comfortable to each other.

As kids, blade was always the introvert type. It's not a need or want for him to have friends but he doesn't mind. When you came, it felt like you weren't really needed into his life and he guessed that you won't last long and you'd leave him sooner and if not he can just find ways.

Teen blade didn't expect you to last long, how was it that you managed to stay after all these years? He communicates well but at the same time he doesn't. At an early age blade knew that he shouldn't trust anyone. When blade was betrayed and went immortal he really thought that you'd leave him because of that but instead you accepted him for it, it was the first time he felt so safe and scared, he didn't know what to call it.

Being adults with him was easier than you were young. You both were more mature and finally he doesn't try to find ways for you to leave him. You made him feel like it's okay for him to change, he doesn't really like the person he is as you both grew up but you'd always find ways to make him feel better and he appreciates you for that.

Though he is a known criminal, you'll never ever report him because you already accepted the path that he wanted to choose. You'll secretly meet him and catch up with him just to make sure that everything is going well and of course help each other with your next plans and goals in life.

: ̗̀➛ DAN HENG

Dan heng has changed so much ever since you were young, he went through so much and you couldn't blame him for it. All you did was stay and support him at all times.

As kids, Dan heng didn't really know why he became friends with you. One of his reasons was because you were great with arts and crafts and so that's how you played together as kids. He learned a lot from you that he used to only choose to hang out with you and ignore everyone else.

Growing up together felt like destiny, it was as if you both were made to have this kind of bond with each other but sooner, he changed. His identity was changed, he actually managed to run away from you and everyone. That time, you never stopped looking for him, it took you years to find him and you acted the same when you found him. After all, he's your best friend and nothing will change on how you see him even if he changed identities.

Adults, Dan heng would always let you stay by his side. He slowly learned to trust you too, you're not just good with arts but you're also good with words. For him, saying thank you wasn't enough. He didn't know that someone like you really did exist. Though you aren't part of their trio because you want to keep a simple life, you're always his guest and you loved travelling and visiting him.

Your soul is always attached to him, he feels the same way about whatever you feel about something. He tries to appreciate you the same way you do to him. He already ran away from you before so now he makes sure that he's making up for what he did before. He was really sweet and when he found out that you tried to look for him for years, he assured you that it won't happen ever again.

[uchihaharlot]

Which Uchihs do you think would be interested in a women with 'tits so big they have been rumored to have killed several people with them'? Asking for a friend.

😂😂😂

NONNY! Ily 🫶

NSFW; short head cannons.

Definitely Madara. He would absolutely want to ‘employ’ you for a test run. Which sounds more transactional than you’d like; but I mean…if you get to crush his cock like a beer can, and at his request. Could you really complain if he actually did pay you?

Obito is fearful. Sincerely avoids your wandering gaze to his crotch, and swiftly maneuvers from your clutches using Kamui. Ain’t no way in hell he is going to ‘fuck around and find out.’ He prefers thighs over breasts anyways. Weird.

Shisui. 🥹 Will ask you to suffocate him until his eyes roll shut and he cums hard from air deprivation. He’s into that kinky femdom shit. Anything to make him feel alive.

Itachi. Says he’s into it; but immediately gets scared and traps you into Tsukuyomi where he can manipulate and control the space for comfort. He’s quite intrigued by the idea that your breasts have killed many a man; but he will not fall victim to them. Instead will fuck your tits until his hot seed spurts on your face as you groan around his clones cock.

😍🫶

[fatuismooches]

So we all know that fragile!reader is always taking care of the other clones and trying their best to help despite their frail condition. And we all know that the clones are all different ages from Dottore’s life right? Well, what if there was a clone that looked like Dottore but when he was like 8-10?

Dottore most likely had made this clone to look like him as a child so it could easily deceive people. Despite this clone looking fairly young, his mind says otherwise…

And you, being the ever so caring individual and always trying your best to not be looked down upon or make the clones worry more over you, always bake them treats. (Of course with the help of at least a clone or two since a few years ago, you had tried to make your signature chocolate chip cookies alone as a treat for the clones, but you had ended up dropping and spilling a lot things that day. Leaving the clones to pick up your mess, which you profusely apologized for that day.)

However, whenever you bake treats, Dottore’s youngest clone, (Segment #78) which you nicknamed “Zandy” since he was so adorable! And well, calling him something like the others seemed wrong. So you have him a special name!

“Zandy” was usually always the one helping you bake these treats since he had such a sweet tooth. You didn’t mind him helping you out since while you both worked, he would tell you about some new concoction or experiment he’s done. And you can’t help but feel bittersweet as you’re reminded of back when it was just you and Zandik doing experiments. Well, mainly Zandik since he didn’t really let you touch his things before you got sick, and much less after you did get inflicted with your illness.

And the clones are all like a family despite threatening each other and biting at each others necks. But when you’re in the room all the clones focus their attention on you.

But…all the clones collectively dislike little “Zandy”. Since in your eyes, he could do no harm. But, whenever you’re not looking, he always gives them the most evilest grin ever. Especially since he’s the one who always gets cuddles from you and comfort since he’s “just a kid”. It makes them mad, of course. You even read him bed time stories whenever you aren’t too ill. Which in turn always makes the clones jealous since they too wish to be read a bed time story. To be able to hear your oh so sweet voice.

They too wish to be pampered. After all, if it means being able to get out of work and being able to stay glued to your side and help you with whatever tasks, then by all means they’re in for it. Especially since they all care deeply for little ol you. You’re just a sweet little thing that even if you got a paper cut they would literally tear down the world. (Literally)

So although you may be dependent on the clones and they all may be jealous of each other (and especially Zandy), they would still kill for you and try their best to make your life one worth living. Since after all, they don’t want to see the one person who has always cherished and cared for them be gone too soon…

Waaa I think this Drabble was messy n all over the place so I don’t think it turned all that great (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) I hope you and everyone else enjoy it though! Zandy would definitely be one of those kids who could have blood tainted on his clothes and you would worry thinking he got hurt instead. (Which he would definitely act as if he did, but do clones even have blood???) ( ´･ω･)…｡oо○

But I hope you have a lovely day and wonderful night! May you have sweet dreams for the rest of the year n get lots of chu chus and huggies!! Please take care of yourself I luv u sm I always get so giddy n excited whnever you respond to my little stories because seeing your amazing writing skills being added on to my stories make me roll all over on my bed hehe! making me blush !! ´･ᴗ･`

-from your dear littl boo boo🎐 anon

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MY BOO BOO ILY... I LOVE SMOL DOTTORE SM 😭🫶

You loved all of Dottore’s clones. Though some in different ways than others. When you found out he had a clone of himself as a child, you were shocked! Despite being with him for so long, you have never even seen a picture of Zandik as a kid!

Zandy, as you’ve come to call him, was adorable. It was so funny to have to bend down to reach his height for once and be able to give him head pats. If you weren’t so weak, you could give him piggyback rides!  And he was so talkative and helpful. Showing off new recipes and even teaching you simpler ways to bake and use the equipment! It reminded you of how your own Zandik would show you life hacks back when you were students. Always telling you about the latest stuff, and also complaining to you how the older clones are “bullying” him (he wants you to yell at them.) Are the clones grown men? Yes. Are they jealous of a kid for stealing your attention. Also yes. Multiple times Zandy has tugged on your sleeve and pulled you away from them with the babiest eyes and then given the clones the wickedest grin. The clones have no way to fight back because of how much you dote on the bb.

Whenever you come into the room all movement and work stops and the clones just kinda, look at you and appreciate your existence. The regular Fatui workers are confused at first but they quickly connect the dots and realize you are the second Harbinger’s favored one. They are also at a loss because the clones give them a death glare if they don’t greet and treat you with respect but also get mad if they talk to you.

No because really, if you got hurt they’d be fighting over which clone has the chance to exact revenge, especially if another person hurt you. (Many clones have gotten in trouble for leaving their station to assist you with something. Even if your task takes one minute to complete, they will find a way to stretch it out in order to spend max time possible with you.) But they can’t be too mad at each other. The idea of you having to struggle with no help from them leaves an irritating sensation within them. They want your life to be as easy as possible, smooth and happy, at least until you get better and can stand on your own too feet. They love you very much <33

🎐 ANON THIS DRABBLE WAS LITERALLY AMAZING SHUSH 😭 I want to give Babyttore all the headpats. Reader would be the kind of person to think he can do no wrong. And maybe the clones don’t have like, actual red blood, but like… purple liquid lol. It really makes me think of how much clones Dottore has, it would be nice if we got a number one day lol. Anyway… *holds all the clones dearly* I love the idea of fragile! reader never being lonely because the lab is just so full of excitement when you’re around <3 They always have so much ideas to keep you occupied and they get so smug when you choose them <3 Also, the clones don't even need sleep but they are diving under the covers if it means you can read them a story !! 😭

*hugs you and cries* THANK YOU 🎐 ANON ILY… <33 Please take care of yourself too I love seeing your brain rots in my inbox!! You’re making me blush 🥺

[thebottomfromhell]

I really wonder if the Upper Moons will celebrate the holidays with their human partner, for whom it will be important, even a little cute. And if so, which ones exactly? How will they behave during the celebration? You can write about all the Moons, or choose a few, as you wish (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

I will only be making the ones of the Uppermoons who would actually celebrate Holidays with their partner [since there are some I think would rather celebrate alone or not celebrate at all]. Japan has a lot of Holidays, so I will be focusing in the Gosekku.

Sorry it took me this long, I hope you like it.

GN Human reader and Uppermoon in holidays. Using the Human disguise Headcanon.

Warnings: Mentioned cannibalism, Implied child prostitution, Implied sexual content, Mentioned drug consumption, Mentioned Self-harm (as in doing things bad for your health at partying), Mentioned Emeto (not in a kinky way, don't worry), Akaza's angst and Douma.

Gyutaro + Daki:

Gyutaro is just ok holidays, but Daki loves them and she is the agency between the two. He makes an effort for his mood to not ruin the festivity for his sister, then he does the same for you. The thing is that he will not celebrate if Daki is not with you both. (After you started having something he started to hold Daki on that same standard "Or Y/N is with us or I won't celebrate at all, ne.")

The Red Light District always celebrates the festivities with parties, special events, carnavals and other things, so you might have to wait for Daki as she may have some clients that night.

Gyutaro lets both you and Daki to dress him up and choose the activities for the holiday, at most he will only ever get gifts and food (mostly human flesh, but at times he decides to get human food for you).

He specially likes New Year and the Tangu no Sekku, the first one because it's the one Daki loves the most, since there is the biggest amount of attractions in that festivity in the streets. The second one... he likes to pull pranks. Since it's a day about purrifying evil spirits he likes to pretend being a powerful one and scaring people off making noise and babbling of "how dare you do your cheap tricks on me, nee.. ne.. NE!" Daki and you end laughing at his antics.

They both also like the Kyokusui, Daki likes making dolls with the more talented children, daughters of the prostitutes. Gyutaro likes to keep ugly ones, comfort and praise the kids that made them. They separate when they do this, but you would be mostly playing babysitter with Daki or playing parent with Gyutaro.

If you give him a gift during this dates he will hide it, you will never see it again, but rest assured he will take care good care of it.

He doesn't do romantic moments under fireworks, he actually hates them. He hides inside Daki when they are about to start.

He takes care of you if you get drunk 🫶

Hantengu Clones & Hantengu:

This guys celebrate together as a family (everyone else bullies Sekido into joining, even Aizetsu) so if you wanted a romantic celebration between your special someone and you alone, forget it. At best you will have 10 minutes separated from the rest, because "If you are going to force me into your shit, you might as well do it properly! This things are meant to be spent with family, so nobody don't get to elope for the night!"

They always go to the biggest event around the area they are in, Karaku and Urogi are the ones to find it, since they are the most excited ones.

Guess who makes sure to fix himself for the occasion? I bet you guessed wrong, it's Karaku! He showers, dresses up, put some accesories, shows off a new hairstyle, puts perfume, wears make up and everything. He will also help you to do so (will offer to bath together, even), he does the same with Hantengu and Aizetsu (Urogi will NOT shower for a party, and Sekido would rather touch the sun than let Karaku put his hands on him). "C'mon guys, we gotta break hearts today!"

Aizetsu and Sekido make sure nobody gets separated or lost while Karaku and Urogi want to try every stand at the same time. Hantengu hides in the clothes of the first two, alternating.

Since they can survive sunlight as long as Hantengu is save, Karaku and Urogi also like to participate in activities under the sun. "Bet I last under the sun longer than you! Y/N, watch me! I will conquer the sun from all my victories!" Specially since the two share as favorite the Chōyō no en, so they take chance at the karasu-sumo, drink sake and eat kuri-gohan and kuri-mochi knowing they should not eat human food.

(They compete to see who can eat more without throwing up, Aizetsu always ends up joining and winning. "It's not a big deal, now if you excuse me.... I need to puke..." he never does in front of anyone, but he let's you guide him into a restroom or alway and comfort him after.)

Sekido laughs at everyone else's misery after eating human food, but you have seen him drink sake. Hantengu, Aizetsu and him honestly prefer the kikkoden, to be able to stay in the shadow/night and make ribbons, wishes and poetry calmy. Karaku and Urogi sing while they see the carnaval.

They actually don't eat these days, since the fact they actually drink (with you if you want to) they severe their stomachs, so they choose one. And they always choose the sake over the flesh. (Also, both Aizetsu and Karaku always manage to get other drugs, cannabis specially, if you want some. Even Sekido and Hantengu take a smoke or two of that weed.)

You can do whoever you want in the activities, but you must always be where everyone in the group can see you and hopefully be doing it with one of the guys.

PDA under fireworks all the way in. Karaku will even dare doing the dirtiest kiss in front of Hantengu and the other clones. Urogi is unafraid of both having you in his lap/arms or being in yours. Sekido would have his arm in your back leaning over you. Aizetsu is into holding hands.

If you get drunk then both Sekido and Aizetsu would take care of you the next day, same way they do with Urogi and Karaku who are probably way more fucked up than you.

Akaza:

He usually doesn't celebrate them, but the second he got into a relationship he wanted nothing more than to do so. "They are not meant to be spent alone. I can't think of a teason to celebrate if there is nobody to do so with."

Akaza is very romantic, he makes sure to make little details and try new things for you. He would dedicate the whole night into having a time and space to be with you and have a good time. Alone and together.

He let's choose what you want to do and you want to eat, he just doesn't eag those days. He also doesn't drink, just likes to spend the night making sure you are happy and taken care of.

He likes New Year the most, but he likes all festivities that include fireworks. That is his favorite part of these days, to see that show. He likes to so it secluded from everyone, just with you.

He holds your hand under the fireworks, there are times he starts crying under them too. He never looks at you when that happens, just at the explosions lf colors in the sky. If you try to ask him what is wrong you will only find him not answering, almost in a trance. He will get a lot more attentive and needy of physical touch/words of affirmation after that.

"I love you. I love you so much. Please stay." He never wants to go back to the festivals after the fireworks, just stay and cuddle with you. If you want to go further with him, he will definetely be in mood. He really wants to love you and feel love after crying like that.

It's impossible for you to get drunk with him taking care of you, that includes taking the drinks away. Still, if you want to be coddled the dah after, he has no problems in doing so.

Douma:

This one is a weird one. Douma usually is part of the the celebrations more than celebrating it himself. In his cult he is dressed up and specially worshiped by his cult members, with prayers, offerings and reunions to listen to him.

Really, those are HOURS where he must basically be the crucifix for the day, you are surprised he even is willing to stay qt the cult (then again, he only gets to feel the boredom of not daing anything. He doesn't understand why he would not keep the tradition, so he does.)

After the official celebration? Douma likes to go wild and take you with him, he would definetely like to eat and drink the same thibgs as humans until he is throwing up his guts ver a corner. He would also eat a lot of women, not caring if you are with him.

Douma would stay up the whole night and will expect you to do the same, he would also need you to guide him throught activities if you decide to elope to a carnaval for the night.

He would not fix himself for any occasions, he is just looking for some fun, the same as always. He doesn't really understand the religious and emotional meaning festivities have on people, he just knows there is a party outside and as a demon he can scape to it. For that same reason he would not have a favorite festivity, but if you have one he would say "What a coincidense, that is also my favorite" and join you in your celebration.

He would do everything to you and let you do everything you want to him under the fireworks, even go to a hallway and get intense (Don't recommend you to, remember that mouth was full of flesh and puke not so long ago).

You think he will take care of you if you get drunk? At best he will have a follower doing so, but with the night you had... is more urgent someone is taking care of him.

[zoeykallus]

Hi Zoey!! Hope you're doing well!! You deserve all the love!!

This is my 2nd request ever, and you handled my 1st request beautifully, so i thought that perhaps i would request again?

Recently, i was randomly hard-blocked on Tumblr by a (now former) mutual.. and also got randomly cut off by some friends irl too ...

To this day i have not the faintest idea what i did wrong and don't even have the capacity to ask any of them.. it makes me incredibly sad/disheartened to loose them, especially since i don't know/understand if/what i did anything wrong..

As far as i've been aware i never violated anyone's guidelines/boundaries.. it makes me physically and mentally ill to think that i could have somehow done something so terrible accidentally/unknowingly and gotten cut off for it.. 😥💔

Despite getting some support and lovin' about it, I've been crying about it so much and don't know how to deal with it still 😓💔

What are your thoughts on how the TBB, (and possibly Wolffe, Rex, and/or Cody if it isn't too much), would react/deal with/comfort (preferably fem!) Reader on randomly loosing friends and getting very sad over it?

I'm sorry for all the angst here!! Also, i know you already wrote something kind of similar (had to do with TBB helping the reader lose a toxic friend), so if this is too much, repetitive, or uncomfortable for you, i totally understand not doing the request!!

Take care and thank you so much for all that you do!! Your love and support and kindness knows no bounds!! 🫶🏼💕🩷

Aloha, hun!

I'm really sorry to read that. It's hard to lose friends, especially when you don't really know why or what's going on. The only way to find out would be asking them about it. But you mentioned you don't feel up to ask them yourself. Maybe you have someone, a friend, who'd be willing to do that for you? Sometimes you can't change peoples minds, and you don't have to. Real friends don't just leave you behind without telling you what bothered them. Real friends communicate and try to fix things and don't just leave or ignore. Hold on to the real ones and let the ones who want to go just go. I know it feels devastating, but you don't need people like this in your life. If they just show you the cold shoulder without voicing what's the deal, they are not willing to really make an effort for this friendship, so why should you run after them? Invest your energy in your real friends.

And friends who need some time to themselves for personal reasons usually at least tell you that they need to retreat for a while, at least in my experience (I do that sometimes when I need to charge up my mental batteries). Cutting someone off without at least addressing them once about the reason is Kindergarten or headless teenager behavior at best. People who really care/cared, don't just vanish out of your life quietly.

That's probably not making you feel much better, but what I'm trying to say is, that you should focus on yourself a bit more and those who deserve your friendship. Don't cry over undeserving idiots. Easier said than done, I know. It'll take time, like everything emotionally heavy does, but you'll feel better at some point when you manage to sort out your priorities. And Drama queens who cut you off on purpose, to make you run after them, are even worse. Those are energy vampires, don't play that game with them, you will always be at the exhausted, losing end.

But, I'm still here, not exactly a close friend, but a mutual I guess. I hear you and even though I can't do much for you right now, I can send you a hug and write something for you 🤗

I picked this request out of my list to do before the others, because I felt this was a little more... urgent, at the moment.

The Bad Batch/Wolffe/Rex x F!Reader HCs - True Friends

Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

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Losing friends is never easy. You struggle with being left behind by some of them. How do the clones react?

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Hunter

He is organizing and sorting a few things for the next mission when he talks to you and asks what is bothering you. Your revelation makes him wonder.

"And they didn't say anything? Didn't say why?

You shake your head sadly.

Hunter puts down the datapad on which he's just checked an inventory list and turns to face you fully.

"Then they're not friends either"

You frown and look at him questioningly.

Gently but firmly, he says, "Friends don't just turn their backs on you without comment. Someone who doesn't even expend enough energy to tell you what might be bothering them didn't really care much about this friendship or you in the first place."

You wrap your arms around your body, really not feeling much better now.

Hunter comes closer and takes off a glove and gently strokes your cheek.

"I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear. What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't have to chase after these people. Focus on your real friends, the ones you can always count on. Me, for example," he says with a smile, "Or my brothers. We would never abandon you".

"It just bugs me that I don't know what's going on," you say dejectedly, leaning your head against his chest.

Hunter puts an arm around your shoulders and continues to stroke your cheek with one hand.

"I know, that would keep me busy too. But all I can tell you is focus on other things, other, real friends, important things in your life. If you want I can ask them if you tell me who it is, but I can guarantee you, no matter how it turns out, friends like that will always let you down, again and again"

You sigh wistfully.

"You are a great person, a great friend and partner, don't worry, there will always be someone who appreciates that, one way or another"

Echo

He looks at you worriedly, a depressed expression on his face. Echo can't quite understand why anyone would act this way toward you.

"Maybe they just need some time to themselves?" he asks cautiously.

"All three of them?" you say doubtfully.

Echo sits down next to you in the grass in the shade where the found you and moves a little closer.

He says thoughtfully, "Real friends talk to each other, they say what's going on and don't just take off. Maybe they weren't as good friends as you thought."

"Maybe," you say quietly.

Echo puts an arm around you, and you automatically lean against him, seeking warmth and comfort from his body.

"You're never all alone, Mesh'la. I'm here, my brothers are here, and Omega adores you. You have a family here with us that you can always count on, at all times."

You smile. The loss of your friends hurts, especially that you don't know why. But the thought and feeling of having Echo by your side gives you a sense of security, the impression that everything is actually okay.

"I love you, Echo, what would I do without you?"

Echo gently hugs you and says, "Don't worry about that, you won't get rid of me that easily".

Wrecker

He looks at you in confusion.

"Why would they do that? Friends don't do that"

With a helpless sigh, you look up at your gentle giant.

"Maybe I've upset them?"

Wrecker frowns critically, takes your hand and pulls you with him to the open ramp where he sits down on it and pulls you onto his lap.

Gently putting both arms around you, he says, "Even if that were true, which I kind of can't imagine, then you bring up something like that. Problems that you ignore or eat into yourself only become bigger and bigger problems. If they're really upset about you, then they need to tell you, have a conversation. To just ignore you or shut you out is pretty childish."

You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"It just feels so weird, so heavy and devastating".

Wrecker strokes your back and pulls his arms, gently, a little tighter around you.

"Don't be sad Cyar'ika, you still have us after all, and that won't change. I love you"

"You are so sweet, Wrecker" you say softly with a small smile.

He chuckles, "I know, I'm great, aren't I?"

"Indeed," you say with a soft laugh, "I love you too."

Tech

He listened to you carefully. When you finish your sentence, Tech puts the datapad aside and looks at you thoughtfully.

"Why would a friend turn his back on you without justification?"

You shrug your shoulders helplessly.

"That's just what's bothering me. Did I upset them, perhaps?"

"Come here, my love," Tech taps the seat next to him invitingly for you to join him before he says, "Well, I think that's unlikely, but it's still possible. However, it still wouldn't justify a lack of explanation about the situation."

You look at him for help.

"What would you do, Tech?"

He blinks, then says, "You know me, I wouldn't dwell on it for long. Even if I had negative feelings about it, I would go on my way and do what needs to be done."

"But what if it was Hunter and Wrecker?"

Tech sighs, "Well, we had something similar with Crosshair, however he gave us some sort of explanation. I don't know, honestly, I don't think there could be a fault line between us that isn't addressed. Especially Hunter would be looking for a dialogue to clear things up, and Wrecker probably would too."

He looks at you, trying to read your face.

After a pause, he says, "Well, in my estimation, these friends aren't worth your concern or friendship. If they don't feel the need to communicate with you about any problems that may exist, then they are obviously not willing to put any particular effort into this relationship. So my conclusion would be, if you are not worth their effort, then you should do the same the other way around and save your energy for more important things and people that are worth yours. Time for new priorities. If it helps you, I could work out a plan with you to help you redirect your energies and reorganize. It may be a good therapeutic distraction."

You smile at him.

"My beloved genius, I would greatly appreciate your help, yes."

Crosshair

He frowns.

"Well, I guess they're idiots," he says dryly, "You know I don't like most of your friends anyway."

Crosshair doesn't like to share your attention, that's the main reason. He tolerates your friends for your sake, but he'd much rather have you to himself. However, he would never go so far as to try to separate you from your friends.

When he sees the sad look on your face, he says, "If they just cut all the lines without telling you why, then they weren't friends either. You don't turn your back on a friend for no reason, and even if there is a reason, at least you talk about it, and then you decide whether to go your separate ways."

"Is that so?" asks Echo dryly from the background.

"Quiet back there," Crosshair grumbles, "You knew why we parted ways, I never made a secret of why I left."

"True."

Crosshair looks at you again and says, "People who really care about you don't turn their backs on you without comment, no matter how much your opinions may differ. What happens after a clarifying conversation is another story"

"Sometimes an ugly one," Echo mutters.

Crosshair snorts, "Would you please stay out of this".

You look from one to the other, finally looking up at Crosshair and asking, "What do you think I should do?"

"Keep going. Don't run after them, focus on yourself and the people who are really there for you," he lifts your chin slightly with his long fingers, "Like me for example."

Wolffe

He puts down the box he just took off his speeder, takes off his helmet and tucks it under his arm. He looks at you with a furrowed brow.

"Well, I guess they're not really friends, then."

"What do you mean?"

Wolffe looks at you urgently, "Someone who really cares doesn't turn their back on you without comment. Simple as that."

You wrap your arms around your body.

"I guess they don't care about me then."

Wolffe sighs, lifting your chin with his fingers and seeking eye contact.

"I care about you, a lot. I'm certainly not the only one"

You look up at him, swallowing and blinking back tears.

"It's just so scary. It feels like at some point everyone could suddenly be gone and then I'm alone"

Wolffe puts his helmet on the speeder, then puts both hands on your shoulder left and right.

"Cyare, you're not alone, you won't be alone. It may feel scary and defeating now, but you'll get over it. You will see and learn in time who your real friends are, what really matters and what your priorities should be"

"You won't abandon me, right?"

Wolffe gently kisses your forehead and says, "Never."

Rex

Rex looks at you in surprise. He expected everything possible, but not really.

"Do I know these friends?"

"No not really"

He shrugs and says, "Well, I don't really know what to tell you. In my experience, friendships are never one sided, at least they shouldn't be. You invest quite a lot of energy in these contacts and suddenly nothing comes back? Mesh'la, it sounds like you were used and… well, don't need you anymore. That doesn't have much to do with friendship, though."

Startled, you sit down on a bench nearby. Rex follows you. He looks at you meekly and says, "Sorry, you probably didn't want to hear that."

You sigh softly and say, "Maybe. But maybe I needed to hear it."

Rex shrugs and says quietly, "Maybe I'm wrong too, Mesh'la, but you should focus on yourself for now and be careful in case they contact you again. You can't let them hurt you."

He sits down next to you and says with a gentle smile, "In any case, you have me, I won't let you down."

His hand clasps yours with gentle pressure.

When you look up at his face, he gives you an encouraging look with that mischievous, yet soft and warm smile of his.

"I got you, Mesh'la, always"

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Sleep Deprivation

Relationship: Hunter x Reader

Summary: In the search for Omega, Hunter struggles to sleep and needs a push to get some rest.

Warnings/Tags: Sleep Deprivation, Angst, Comfort, uhhh I think that’s everything

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: The first 3 episodes have me in a chokehold, I wanna see Hunter happy again - Here’s a super short angsty lil comfort fic for Hunter set just before the beginning of episode 2 🫶🫶 Apologies for any grammatical errors!

Every noise in the Marauder seemed louder with just the three of you in it. Any hum, beep, and sigh seems to be amplified, even Gonkys small movements seemed to echo through the empty space just as loud as Wreckers snores.

Though, it’s not the only change. The ship seems too big now, and it’s hard to remember a time where it was so over-occupied that you would all fight over who got to sleep in a bunk for the night, and who had to use a sleep mat on the floor. Durasteel walls that previously made you all feel like fish packed together in a can, now seemed to stretch out impossibly, making it seem that you were planets away from the ships other two occupants.

Currently you’re sat in the co-pilot chair, preoccupied with your glitchy datapad, attempting to send an encrypted message to Echo for any updates from the clone network. You’re biting down on a sigh at how you wished Tech were here to fix it for you when Wrecker nudges your foot with his own.

You look up, puzzled at the man but your silent question is answered by the attempted jerk of his head. Behind you both sits Hunter, staring abysmally at the control board of flashing lights with his fist tightened around a horn from Roland Durand. The lights cast a harsh shadow on his features and your lips can’t help but work themselves into a frown at the dark circles beneath his eyes.

It had been well over 24 hours since he last slept.

Glitchy datapad now abandoned, you give a quick nod in thanks to Wrecker, before leaving the cockpit to approach Hunter. His chair doesn’t turn, and despite his enhanced senses and the lack of noise in the ship to cover your steps in any way, he gives no indication that he’s heard you. You follow his line of sight to both Tech’s goggles and Lula, both of the items bringing a pain to your chest.

“Hunter?” You press your hand to his armored shoulder, and he finally turns to look at you, slightly startled and you can’t even recall a time that you’ve ever caught him so off guard. Now that he’s facing you, the exhaustion is evident in more than just the dark circles under his eyes, his body seems to slump against the support of the chair in some sort of emotional defeat.

He’s been running himself into the ground over the last few days in pursuit of the Pyke needed in order to get the lead you had all been after, but at least you and Wrecker still managed to somewhat take care of your basic needs of sleep and rations.

Before you can speak, he turns back towards the controls, as if sensing what you were going to say about the neglect to his sleep schedule.

“Tech made this all seem… easy.” Gloved hands gesture to the console of flashing lights, his throat bobbing with a dry swallow as he shakes his head. “All of it takes me twice as long as it took him.”

Hunters hand pinches the bridge of his nose, the same way he does when he has an oncoming headache and your hand presses to the unarmoured section between his shoulder and neck, an area that is usually covered by his scarf. At the touch, his eyes close and lips part with a soft release of breath.

He needs to sleep.

“Come to bed, Hunter.” The whisper echoes through the too-quiet ship, amplified like every other noise, and for a moment it looks like he’s going to refuse. He doesn’t speak, but gives a slight nod of his head, and brushes your hand away to stand and begin removing his armor as he follows you on the way to your shared bunk.

After so long of racing to be the first one on the Marauder after a mission to secure your own bunk for a night, there was some sad irony in the fact that you now couldn’t sleep alone. Following the loss of Tech, and the painful absences of Omega and Echo, all attempts to adjust to the atmosphere of loneliness on the ship were almost painful.

At the start, you think you barely managed a standard 8 hours across 3 full day cycles, let alone in one night, and your restlessness didn’t go unnoticed by Hunter, who had probably slept even less than you. On the fourth night of staring at the ceiling and trying to muffle your quiet crying in the too-silent ship, he had abandoned his bunk beneath you and climbed into your own. His arms allowed you the comfort of not grieving alone that night, and almost every night since.

At some point, it delved into more than simply finding comfort in each other so you could both sleep, sending you far enough past the line of friends for Wrecker to tease you both in an attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere in the Marauder.

Now only wearing the lower half of his blacks, Hunter lifts himself into the shared top bunk, and offers you a hand up, immediately pulling you into him once you’re safely up. In the small confines of the bunk, you’re entirely pressed to his firm body, yet he still holds you tightly against his bare chest as if fearing you’d slip away the moment his eyes closed.

He’s pulled the thin blanket over you both, but with the heat of his body it’s more than enough to keep you warm. “We’ll get her back.” You murmur against Hunters chest in assurance as one of his hands pulls your leg across his own, entangling the two of you together.

You feel his hand twitch against you, “It’s been a long time, and we still don’t know where she is, the only lead we can get right now is by handing over a Pyke to the Durand family.” His voice is heavy with exhaustion and you crane your neck up, lifting yourself from his chest to place your hand on his stubble covered jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“We’ll get her back, Hunter, but you need to sleep.” You lean in to press a kiss to the lips that seem to have set themselves into an ever present frown since that day on Ord Mantell.

Hunters hand presses to your face to mirror your own, his other arm tightening around your waist protectively as he kisses you back. Even when you pull away and rest your head back on his chest, his fingers continue to trace slow patterns on your waist, still refusing to let you go as he gives in to his tiredness.

You wait for his breathing to slow, ensuring he’s asleep before you allow yourself to close your eyes and follow him. In the night, you dream of living together in a house on Pabu, where the only echoing noise is Omegas laugh, where there are no empty spaces to make you feel lonely, and where Hunter can finally rest.

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I am very disrespectfully asking for “He was looking at your ass and that ass is mine.” with Crosshair 🫶

Orders received! And I am most disrespectfully saying hell yes!

This is why I love prompts like this - I never would have read this and thought of Crosshair. But you did and now I have THOTS. (also fucking win for the Jack Black gif)

I (again) blew through the 200 word limit, but this isn't too bad.

Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble

Pairing: Crosshair x (gn) Reader

W/C: 478

Warnings: SFW but groping and implications, mentions of impact play, possessive Crosshair (is he ever not?)

He cut through the crowd like a blaster bolt, unconcerned by the way his shoulders pushed the other bar patrons aside. The only thing he was concerned with at all was you … and the sleemo dancing far too close, eyes roving over you.

You didn’t look too concerned. In fact, you looked a little too comfortable for his liking. Crosshair knew if you wanted you could lay the man on his back in 30 seconds. You were choosing to indulge him.

Maybe you both needed a lesson.

With just a few more strides, he came up next to you, grabbing your arm and deftly pulling you into him. You turned and looked up, the shock in them melting to something softer in recognition. Before you could even offer a greeting, his lips were on yours — forceful, demanding, incessant. Not satisfied yet, Crosshair wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you into him as he let his hand slide lower to grab your ass possessively.

Your little yelp only inspired him to deepen the kiss, claiming your mouth with his and savoring your taste.

His eyes snapped open and cut to the man behind you, smirking at the flustered and indignant face he wore. “Can I help you?” he mocked.

Cross could feel your head turning to look over your shoulder, but his arms held you firmly in place, preventing you from catching the other man’s gaze. “Cross…”

It only took two heartbeats for the man to understand his message and leave.

“Crosshair,” you repeated pointedly, bringing his attention back to you. Gods he loved holding you so close, looking down at you all pressed up against him like this, proving to himself and everyone else that you were his. “What the blasted hells was that about?”

“He was looking at your ass,” he said, leaning down to nip at your pouting lip. You were so cute when you acted like you hated his behavior. But the way you pushed in closer and let him slip his leg between yours told him otherwise. “And that ass is mine.”

Driving his point home, Crosshair grabbed your ass with both hands, pulling you just to the tips of your toes so you rested your weight entirely on him. “Don’t make me remind you again, doll,” he warned with a squeeze.

He could feel himself hardening as your lips parted, shiny from his spit and the tacky gloss you coated them with. But fuck if the way you smiled, open mouthed and hungry eyed didn’t make him want to take you right there.

“Or else what?”

Karking tease. You were doing it on purpose.

Leaning in close, Crosshair made sure you looked him dead in the eye when he hissed, “Or else I’ll mark it up so much not a soul in the galaxy will question who you belong to.”

A/N: IDK why shit like this is so damn indulgent when this behavior is so awful IRL. But god this was fun to sink into and write.