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love4-bunny · 7 months

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I attempted to write some terusai in my free time. Can be a one-shot? A fic? Who knows.

Basically a terusai date.

Ever since I switched from being somewhat of an omniscient narrator to a first-person narrator, there's one thing that makes me feel uneasy–not having the ability to read minds when I need it the most. You know, those moments when you wish you could just tap into someone's thoughts and understand what they're thinking? My power would come in handy now. Although I've managed to avoid getting scared every time they approach me, the fact that I can't save myself keeps the world from pairing me with one of the people who cause me the most trouble.

Teruhashi Kokomi.

When it comes to Teruhashi, there's no denying that she's got some serious beauty going on. Now that I can see people as they are, it's hard to look past that flawless exterior, objectively speaking. But let me tell you something, behind that mask of perfection lies a whole different story.

We can't ignore the fact that there's a manipulative and egocentric side to her personality, but let me also mention something positive about Teruhashi. This girl is seriously hardworking and dedicated, you've got to give credit where credit is due. Yeah, There are definitely some not-so-great traits lurking beneath that stunning exterior of hers. But I acknowledge her work ethic and determination to reach the expectations of the other people they put on her, without having to sound like a proud father she has come a long way that I can’t hardly see in her, the old Teruhashi.

Definitely, because I can't read her mind anymore.

I have to say, Kokomi Teruhashi is quite an eye-catching person. She has a certain energy that draws the attention of everyone around her. However, the unwanted attention that comes with her presence can be bothersome. As someone who prefers a more peaceful and uninterrupted life, it can be difficult to handle. To make matters worse, she always seems to end up working with me on school projects, managing to hangout with me and the group, even finding me alone when I try to avoid her.

which only increases the spotlight on us. It's not that I don't like her, but the constant scrutiny can be overwhelming at times.

Getting back to the problem at hand, I can't be in a place where all the men seem to be planning my death, again.

Believe me, I don't want this either. I must insist that I would give them my position without any hesitation?

As I sat across from Teruhashi in the café, my unease mounted. It was evident in my demeanor, and she picked up on it immediately. She kindly suggested that we can go to her house, which was a thoughtful gesture on her part. I was grateful for her offer, as I had grown weary of the envious and hostile stares from my classmates well, people in general. Her kindness was a welcome respite from the tension that had been building up all day.

She reassured me that her brother is working today until late, to avoid any potential complications that may arise from being spotted at Teruhashi's residence with her less-than-reputable brother present, the latter making in his head a whole ass drama on how I am stealing his innocent little sister. Although some may perceive her as innocent, I cannot help but feel a sense of irony in this description, given her exceptional ability to portray a certain facade.

#kokomi teruhashi #saiteru #saiki k #terusai #saiki kusuo #basically saiki struggling trying being a normal teenager #i need more of this content #so i did it myself #🩷💙#no beta read #we die like my will to live #saiki x teruhashi

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soft--dragon · 1 year

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Brother From Another Batch

First Bad Batch fic!! I love the show sm :D This features Echo and Crosshair, and I shouldn't have to say this but I will: SHIPPERS DNI THESE GUYS ARE BROTHERS. DONT BE NASTY >:(

This is set before the official Bad Batch series, about a month after Echo joins the team!

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: Semi-detailed self deprecation, past trauma, and panic attack but it gets fluffy pretty quickly :)

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

It was one of those tougher days.

Echo was sitting on the edge of his rack, elbows pressed into the chilling metal of his legs, one of his heels bouncing against the floor. His hands were intertwined and resting in front of his mouth, thumbs pressed on the underside of his chin. It was a mirror image of what Tech did when he was lost in thought. Due to living with this new batch of clones for about a month and a half now, it made sense that Echo was starting to copy some of the Batch’s behaviours. The first time he did Hunter's signature 'I am too tired for this™' speech to tell off Tech and Crosshair for squabbling, Wrecker laughed so hard he almost cried, and Hunter light-heartedly accused him of being a copy-cat.

Currently, the others were all out; "A mandatory supply run," they had said before departing. Well, everyone except Crosshair who wasn’t in the mood to deal with anybody at the moment. So that left Echo alone in the sleeping quarters, subjected to his spiralling mental health that had been a swinging pendulum as of late, never remaining stable for longer than a few days. He hated it, and he hated inconveniencing the Batch even more. They had taken him in and given him a place amongst a group of misfits, but he doubted they counted on his mental state being as terrible as it was.

The chill of his legs was leeching the warmth from his one organic limb, making Echo bring his arms away from his knees, gripping them together against his chest. The metal prosthetics felt too cold against his scarred skin, and his thoughts were spiralling faster than he could control them.

The Techno Union, the Citadel explosion, his lost batch mates, the regs no longer trusting him, the weird looks, the whispers, the night terrors…

Echo gripped at his head, wincing at the feeling of the cybernetic tech piece wrapped around his skull. Wrong. It was all wrong. He wanted out. Out of the metal prosthetics, out of this body, out of this suffocating room-

Something heavy and soft suddenly dropped over his shoulders, wrenching a startled gasp out of him as he jolted to look up. Crosshair was standing at his side with a flat expression.

“Breathe Reg, you’re going to pass out,” he sniped, crouching down beside the rack that Echo was sitting on. “I don’t want to have to catch you if you fall.”

Echo stared at the sniper, his one hand curling into the fabric draped over him, then it clicked; it was a weighted blanket. Hunter’s one specifically for when his senses overwhelmed him and he needed a way to ground himself from the harsh stimulation. His grip tightened on the material immediately and he bowed his head, forcing himself to take in air that sounded horribly wheezy.

“Breathe in for four seconds.”

The quiet instruction made Echo look at Crosshair who had his lips set in a hard line, eyes studying the ARC trooper in an equitable manner. He huffed out a short breath when Echo still hadn’t listened and pointed his toothpick at the clone.

“Breathe in for four seconds, Reg,” he repeated in an anodyne voice. “You actually will pass out if you don’t.”

Realising how tight his chest had become, Echo choked and took in a trembling breath. Crosshair held up his fingers in time with the seconds passing, and upon reaching four, he spoke again. “Hold for seven seconds.”

Crosshair counted down with his hands again, keeping them in Echo’s view so he could count with him. Upon reaching zero, Crosshair murmured, “breathe out for eight.”

Echo followed the instruction, hearing the tremble of his breath as it was released and worriedly glanced at Crosshair. The sniper gave a small nod. “Repeat it.”

Wordlessly, Echo did so, going through the breathing exercise the best he could. Crosshair kept counting on his fingers, hearing Echo’s breathing to maintain the pattern, though his gaze was on the floor to give Echo some privacy. When Echo’s breaths became smoother and lost the wheeze, Crosshair dropped his hand and lifted his gaze to the cybernetic clone.

Echo had his eyes squeezed shut, teeth obviously clenched together. “S-Sorry for this, I don’t mean for it to happen… I don’t mean to be a b-burden.”

Crosshair was quiet at his side for a moment, watching with half lidded eyes and a toothpick between his teeth. “You’re fine.” He replied quietly. “It’s expected after what you went through. No one is mad at you for having justified reactions to trauma.” His nasally voice was an anchor for Echo to latch onto, keeping him on the Marauder and not into the pit that was his mental consciousness. “Just keep breathing, Reg, Hunter will kill me if you die.”

A stuttered chuckle left Echo and his eyes fluttered open, tipping his head to give Crosshair a weak smile. “D-Don’t worry, I’ll save you that trouble.”

“Appreciated,” Crosshair answered back cooly, not drawing attention to the stutter in Echo’s voice. He interlocked his hands together from where they were draped over his knees. “You dizzy at all? Any headaches?”

The ARC trooper gave a small shrug, exhaling slowly and taking a big breath in before he responded. “Not really, just kinda floaty. I’ll be okay.”

Crosshair was quiet for a moment then dipped his head to the side as he next spoke. “What spurred it this time?”

Echo’s wince was obvious. “Just a bad day.” He offered stiffly.

“Are you going to be alright?”

“Y-Yeah. Should be.”

“...Good.”

Though he hadn’t spent very long with them yet, Echo had started to pick up on the Bad Batch’s mannerisms, and that included speech patterns. He thought he caught a slight touch of relief in the man’s voice. He glanced at the sniper, his lips perking slightly despite the mellowness of his mood. “Are you worried about me or something, Crosshair?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

His expression was as flat as ever, but Echo could see the slight concerned flicker in his eyes. Echo’s smile became more genuine and he exhaled a small laugh, looking at the floor to avoid Crosshair’s gaze that instantly turned to him at the sound.

“Something funny, Reg?” His eyebrow lifted in question, toothpick shifting to the opposite side of his mouth when he spoke.

Echo shook his head, his grip on the weighted blanket loosening so his knuckles weren’t going white from the pressure. “No,” he hummed, his gentle grin remaining despite his words. “Just didn’t expect you to be a big softie is all.”

Crosshair’s eyelid twitched marginally, and the toothpick went still. “Pardon?”

Where this big surge of confidence came from, Echo had no idea, but he was gonna ride it out while Crosshair was still in a good mood. “Wrecker said you were a sweetheart, but I didn’t believe him.”

The enhanced clone was silent for a moment, then he answered snidely. “...He’s wrong.”

Oh, in the name of the Force, Crosshair couldn’t lie for shit. Echo looked him straight in the eyes, his mood taking a surprising turn into ‘chaos lane’, which he definitely preferred instead of ‘depression road’.

Innocently, Echo inquired, “You sure? Cause I thought you hated Regs.”

“I do.”

“Then why give me Hunter’s weighted blanket and help me out of a panic attack?”

“I’m not a complete asshole I’ll have you know.”

“So I’ve realised, shocking isn’t it?”

Crosshair held his gaze for a long while. He then slipped the tooth pick out of his mouth and flicked it away. “Are you still in heavy discomfort, Reg?”

Echo arched a brow in suspicion. The concern was gone, and there was a new glint in Crosshair’s eyes, he couldn’t place what it was though. “No, not anymore,” he replied warily.

Crosshair smiled, and it sent a chill down Echo’s spine. “Good.”

And then, without warning, he lunged forwards and tackled Echo down onto the rack.

Ah. That glint in his eyes was for murder.

Echo immediately went on the defensive, a startled laugh bursting free as Crosshair tussled with him, trying to pin him down. The sudden playfulness was unexpected from the stoic trooper, but it wasn’t unwelcome. It threw Echo back into the old times with Fives, and it was a good distraction from his spiralling from earlier.

“Crosshair, what the hell are you doing?!” Echo wheezed, his laughter blending with his words and making his movements weaker than they already were with the added weight of the blanket still covering him, and fatigue of his previous anxiety attack.

“Take back what you said about me being a softie,” Crosshair hissed, a smirk lifting his lips as he tried to not let Echo’s contagious laughter spread to him.

“I’m not wrong though!”

“Do it, Reg. I am not above using heinous methods.”

Echo grinned, locking hands with the sniper and trying to push him off, while his scomp pressed flat against the man’s chest. ”Give it your best shot, Crossy.”

Crosshair’s whole face screwed up like he’d eaten a lemon and that only made Echo laugh harder, his strength sapped further from the force of his cackles and allowing Crosshair the upper hand.

“You’re gonna regret that, Reg,” Crosshair growled, and to Echo’s surprise and horror, the sniper’s hand holding the scomp dropped to drill into the clone’s underarm.

The sound that left Echo was downright unearthly, his startled shriek falling into a wild fit of laughter as he tried to curl into a ball and fight Crosshair off at the same time. The reaction was a surprise to the sniper, he’d expected some ticklishness, but this was about enough to rival Hunter or Tech. Echo was reduced to a state of laughter and squirming limbs, a complete mess due to his nervous system being attacked mercilessly.

“You best hope our enemies don’t find out about this,” Crosshair snarked, his playful smirk unable to be hidden now. “You’ll be Sarlacc food in an instant.”

“P-Pihihiss ohohoff!” Echo retorted through hysteric giggles, trying to push Crosshair back with his hand that was still locked with the sniper’s.

“Oh? You’re trying to fight back? Trying to get away? Heh, nope.” Crosshair’s hand slipped out of Echo’s and dropped to prod quickly along the ARC trooper’s ribs, tweaking some here and there. Echo yelped loudly at the sudden attack, his free hand now torn between shoving Crosshair’s fingers away and trying to shove at the man himself.

“You’re a strategist right, Reg? This counter attack doesn't seem very tactical.” Crosshair’s dry commentary only served to make Echo more giggly, his chest lighter in a way that it hadn’t been in a long time.

“Crohohoss! Shuhuhut ihihit!”

“You never learn do you?”

Crosshair’s hands shifted to test out Echo’s stomach and hips, dragging up his civilian shirt to show the pale skin just before where the prosthetics started. Echo was too busy giggling to realise the fate about to befall him, which caused Crosshair to smirk wickedly before he lightly dragged his nails across the soft, exposed flesh. Instantly, Echo’s legs kicked out and he threw his head back, bright, youthful laughter bursting free.

“Hmm. Bad spot then?”

“YEHEHES!” Echo wheezed, smacking at Crosshair’s fingers desperately to try and get rid of the horribly tingly sensations crawling all over his waistline.

“You do have a way out of this, remember?” Crosshair reminded, scratching quickly at Echo’s hip and snickering when the ARC trooper gave a screech, bending in a way that did not seem possible to try and avoid the sniper’s nails. “You’re only trapped for long as you choose to be.”

Echo managed to get in a smack to Crosshair’s forearm, just to be a little shit. He didn’t want to admit it, but this kind of messing around, it made him feel… human. He thought the Techno Union had robbed him of his humanity and everything that came along with it. Being able to process things, feel things, the ability to exist, they had all been altered in some way or another. But this? This felt normal. It felt just like it used to with his old squad, and Echo couldn’t be happier about it.

Although… he was reaching his limits because Crosshair wouldn’t leave his goddamn soft spot alone. He finally cracked.

“Mercy! Mehehehercy! Cross plehehease!” He gasped out, his stamina lacking from what it used to be after all that time with the Techno Union.

Crosshair’s hummed in contemplation, though he did lighten his touch to simple tracing and pokes. “You gonna take it back?”

Echo wheezed and nodded, grinning up at the sniper through watery eyes. “Ihihi wihihill! Juhust stohop!”

Crosshair chuckled and eased up entirely, getting off of the ARC trooper and pulling the weighted blanket back so it wasn’t keeping the clone down. Though Echo remained flat on his back, trying to pull in great gulps of stolen air while giggles intertwined with his efforts.

The enhanced clone huffed another chuckle in amusement. “You’re still laughing, Echo?”

There was a gentle kick to his leg from one of Echo’s metal prosthetics. “Shut uhuhup.”

Rolling his eyes, Crosshair settled against the wall of the ship, waiting patiently for Echo to get himself under control again, though he could tell it might take the clone a while. Out of pure curiosity, he asked, “Did this kind of thing happen a lot with your old batch?”

Echo huffed a small laugh, rubbing at his eyes that had gathered moisture from the laugh attack. “All the time,” he admitted, smiling at the rack above his own with bittersweet nostalgia. “The boys would gang up on me constantly, it was completely unfair.”

Crosshair smiled. “Oh don’t worry, the others and I will make it a habit again.”

Echo slung his arm over his eyes with a protesting groan, but Crosshair saw how his smile was still there. He leaned over and prodded Echo’s side again, taking satisfaction in the high pitched yelp that burst from the clone.

“You still haven’t said it, you know.” He didn’t really care about being called a softie if he was being honest, he knew his actions spoke more than words, but he wanted to drag this out.

Echo glared at him, and then lifted his scomp up horizontally to point at Crosshair.

The sniper looked at it in contemplative bemusement. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m flipping you off.”

That startled an incredulous laugh out of the sniper, his eyes playfully narrowing once more. “Okay you motherkriffer, apparently you need a round two.”

“Wait- wait, it was a joke- CrosshAHAHAIR! Nohohot agahahain!”

Crosshair, who had slung an arm around Echo’s neck and yanked him against his chest, clawed at Echo’s sides and stomach again, smirking at the peals of bright laughter that spilled free of the trooper.

‘You’re gonna be just fine with us, Echo,’ he thought, fondness bleeding through no matter how much he tried to ignore it. ‘You’ll never have to be afraid again.’

#my fanfic #the bad batch #fanfic #lee!echo #ler!crosshair #i miss crosshair #go back to your family bro #i am in dire need of seeing echo actually having to cope with his trauma #so i did it myself #just crosshair looking out for their newest brother #mr filoni let me be a part of the BB writing team i will give the fans all the found-family fluff they want #bad batch tickle #star wars tickle

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aly015 · 9 months

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doodle

#Spooky Month #I wanted more fanart of the boys and their Eldritch monstrosity #So I did it myself

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jellydevil-com · 1 year

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lucemond - the loneliest

#i cant believe i haven't seen a edit of them with this song #so i did it myself #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #hotdedit #lucemondedit

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mochiiparadise · 1 year

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i needed a very specific wallpaper

#so i did it myself #lol #feel free to use it if you want #the libertines #pete and carl #the libertines fanart #art

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th3worstinm3 · 9 months

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self care

noah helps his transgender boyfriend shave for the first time :3 (i have no experience in shaving so im so sorry if this isnt accurate)

noah x omc (shiloh!!!) (not proofread sorry im lazy)

RPF -> don't like it? don't read

★ WRITER IS TRANS ‼️

★ he/they pronouns for oc bc why not

"no- thats not what-" noah cut himself off with a sigh and an eye roll as the shorter boy next to him spread shaving cream on his nose.

they were both shirtless in front of the large mirror in noah's bathroom. you see, shiloh, the shorter boy, had recently started transitioning, and this was his first time shaving; a big moment for the both of them. they wanted to do it together and mark that memory in their hearts forever.

noah was all giddy on the inside, seeing how his partner was staring to be himself and growing and, most importantly, being happy while doing it always brought a smile to his face. this is who they were meant to be, after all, and noah would always support them no matter what.

"okay shi let's focus." he said, jokingly stoic. the shorter boy giggled and straightened up, eyeing the both of them through the mirror. "i usually splash my face with warm water- i heard it helps with your pores? i dont know just do it," shiloh giggled as noah opened the hot water tap. the shorter followed, and once he was done he splashed noah on the face. he made a sound of playful disgust and wiped the water from his temple with the back of his hand.

"okay you dummy, grab the shaving cream," shiloh nodded, doing as told. "and spread it out through your face, jaw, over your mouth, cheeks," noah spoke up again. the shorter started doing what he was directed, but stopped when some foam fell on the floor. they both looked at each other and shared a laugh.

"okay! now the best part," shiloh excitedly said. noah smiled, and nodding, he crossed his arms over his chest, turning slightly to look at the other.

shiloh brought the razor up to his face, but stopped suddenly. he hesitantly looked over at noah, who was still glancing at him. "uhm, how...-" noah chuckled, and made his way behind the shorter boy. he raised his hand a bit and shiloh complied, giving him the razor. "so, you go up and down, start in one place and you make your way through all your face," noah said, and slowly, he started to move the razor through the shorter's cheek, making sure they were paying attention.

shiloh briefly looked at noah's eyes through the mirror, and then grabbed the razor when he offered it to them with a smile. shiloh did as he was told, slowly but surely, and with a smile all the time. now and then he glanced at noah to make sure he was doing it correctly, and all noah did was smile at him and nod.

shiloh smiled at himself in the mirror. the result wasn't as perfect as they would've liked, but they were satisfied. noah did the last touches, sharing a peck and a giggle now and then.

shiloh placed the razor in the glass next to the tap, where both their toothbrushes rested. noah looked at him with a sly smirk, and he raised his fist. shiloh fist bumped him happily.

"i am a real man now," shiloh spoke to the mirror, crossing his arms over his chest. noah hugged him from behind once again. "you've always been one" he added with a kiss to his neck.

#bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfiction #trans oc LETSGOOO #i saw we were lacking male inserts #so i did it myself #evil chuckle

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