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Web of Secrets - Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 3.7K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine, smut

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

In your universe, you are known as the Sun Spider. It all started on a school field trip to a solar energy research center, where you were accidentally exposed to a spider that had been subjected to intense solar radiation. You woke up with a white-hot surge of power, and your life changed forever. You donned a suit of pure white, taking the name that reflected both your newfound abilities and the brightness you brought into the world: Spider-Sun.

Your ability to harness solar energy and transform it into powerful blasts or create protective shields made you a formidable superhero in your home city, Nea Yorkey. Your ability to bring light to even the darkest corners of your city earned you the love of its citizens.

However, everything changed when you were suddenly pulled into the Spider-Verse.

Upon arriving, you were greeted by the gruff leader of this interdimensional team of Spider-People, Miguel O'Hara. His reputation preceded him - the genius intellect, the imposing figure, the gruff demeanor. Everyone respected him, and some even feared him. You, on the other hand, were drawn to him. There was something about that guarded demeanor that called to your own sunny nature.

You became an integral part of the team, fighting off anomalies and working hard to maintain the balance in the Spider-Verse. And despite Miguel's stern exterior, you felt yourself falling for him.

One mission was particularly rough, and you found yourself alone with Miguel in a safe house, nursing your wounds. His usually stern face softened as he tended to your injuries. The distance that he usually maintained was nowhere to be seen.

"Thank you, Miguel," you whispered.

He looked at you, his usually hard eyes soft. "You fought well, mi sol."

There was a moment of silence, a strange tension hanging in the air. Then, Miguel leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was filled with unexpected passion.

In that moment, you were not the Sun Spider, and he was not the Spider-Man 2099. You were just two people, seeking solace in each other.

Afterwards, as you laid side by side, Miguel turned to you, a serious look on his face. "This...this can't be more than what it is. Just...you know, stress relief," he muttered, his voice just above a whisper.

His words wounded you. Naturally, they did. He had reduced your relationship to mere stress relief, as if you were some object devoid of feelings. Yet, in spite of it all, you fell for him. Perhaps you were naive, even foolish, but you didn't care. You yearned for him and were ready to accept any fraction of affection he was willing to offer, no matter how small.

During the day, as you fought alongside him against the anomalies threatening the Spider-Verse, his attention toward you was sparse. He mostly shared only necessary information, barely making eye contact. Sometimes he didn't speak at all, and you and the rest of the team would receive mission orders and briefings from Lyla, his AI assistant.

But at night, when the two of you were alone, he became a different person. He'd whisper praises into your ear, telling you how exceptionally you fought, how much he desired you. He showed you his hidden vulnerability under the cover of darkness, the sheets their only witness. He'd gently stroke your hair and peppered your jaw and temple with kisses until you fell asleep, only for you to wake up the next morning to an empty, cold spot where he once lay.

This cycle - his coldness by day, and the fervor by night - repeated itself relentlessly for months.

And so, this is how you find yourself: disoriented, frenzied, and on the verge of tears, seated on the couch of your best friend, Peter B. Parker, in Earth-616. Cradled in your arms is his sweet daughter, Mayday, who, with her innocent touch, tries to console you. Yet her wide eyes dart anxiously to her father, reflecting her own alarm at your distress.

Peter rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should wait until MJ gets home?" he suggests, then, with a furrowed brow, he asks, “Have you tried talking to Jess about this?”

You shake your head vigorously. "No, I haven't told anyone. I have no idea what to do," you confess, your voice breaking.

Peter, ever the caring friend, gently takes Mayday from your arms and sets her down. He turns back to face you with a sympathetic gaze. “Do you..eh.. know who the father is?” he inquires softly.

You shake your head again, even though deep down, you know the truth. “The father is out of the picture. He doesn’t know, and he never will because he doesn’t want kids,” you whisper, fighting back tears.

As you and Peter sit down on the couch in his cozy living room, you find a sense of comfort being around him. His experience as both a superhero and a parent seems like it could be a beacon in this storm you're facing. The room is quiet, save for the soft ticking of a clock on the wall.

“You know, Peter,” you begin, your voice almost a whisper. “I’m terrified. What if the baby has powers? How am I going to protect them, especially if...if I can’t stop fighting anomalies?”

Peter looks thoughtful. “That’s a valid concern. First, you should know that you don’t have to do this alone. There’s a whole community of us, and we stick together. If the child does have powers, she or he will be badass like Mayday, right?”

You nod slowly but then anxieties pile on top of each other in your mind. “But... how can I hide this? Nobody and I mean nobody is supposed to know that I’m pregnant. Especially not...” You trail off, not finishing the sentence.

Peter rubs his chin, deep in thought. “We could look into modifying your suit, maybe talk to some tech geniuses in the Spider-Verse about creating something that can shield or conceal the pregnancy.”

You roll your eyes. “That kinda defies the ‘nobody is allowed to know ‘ordeal, Peter. You have to promise me that this stays between us.”

“I promise,” Peter says sincerely.

Silence fills the room again, and then you voice another fear. “Peter, what if...what if I’m not a good mother? What if I mess this up?”

Peter smiles warmly. “You know, I had those same fears when Mayday was born. I think it’s normal for any parent. But, take it from me, the fact that you’re worried about being a good parent means you’re already on the right track. You’ve got a good heart. Trust it.”

You look down at your hands, fingers interlaced. “Thank you, Peter. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” he says with a reassuring smile. “We’re family, in this weird, Spider-Verse kind of way. But maybe… and I am sayig this as a father myself… reconsider telling the father. I can’t imagine any guy wanting to give up this.” He says, pointing to his precious daughter playing with a napkin she found on the floor.

"Maybe you should reconsider telling the father," Peter's words are echoing in your mind like a haunting melody. A part of you yearns for that possibility. Perhaps you're not alone in this. Maybe, just maybe, Miguel wants this as much as you do.With newfound resolve, you set off for the Spider-Verse headquarters, expecting to find Miguel tucked away in his office, immersed in maintaining the spider verse or as he calls it "arachno- something-multiverse-thingy” or something similar to that.

Upon reaching his office door, you pound on it sharply. No response. Frowning, you knock again, a little harder this time. When silence continues to greet you, you slowly turn the doorknob and peek inside. There he is, hunched over his desk, lost in a world of numbers and codes.

"Miguel, I-" you start, but his sharp voice cuts you off.

"No," he interrupts, his tone cold. "Did I say you can come in? Dios mio, why are you always so damn clingy?"

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stare at him, taken aback by his blatant disregard for your feelings. You can feel the beginnings of tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but you will them away.

He doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean it like that. This mantra plays over and over in your head, like a broken record. You take a deep breath, forcing down the hurt his words cause.

"Look, Miguel," you begin, struggling to keep your voice steady. "There’s something we need to talk about, and I think it's important for you to listen to me."

“Fucking hell, woman! What exactly don’t you understand. I’m busy. I don’t care about your little problems, right now.” he barks, not even looking up.

“Miguel,” you speak up, forcing the words out through clenched teeth, “ I’ve never asked anything from you. Not once have did I ask you to stay, to feel the same I feel, to fucking talk to me when people are around. Please all I am asking you is to just ... listen to me, fpr once.” Your voice grows stronger as you speak, a determined fire igniting within you.

Miguel finally looks up, his eyes meeting yours. For a moment, he seems taken aback by the resolve he saw there.

He rubs his temples. “Can we do this later?”

“No!” you shout. “It’s always later with you. You’re like...like a ghost. Just a figure in the hallway. I don’t need a figure, I need a person! I need someone who listens when...”

He glares at you, his eyes narrowing. “Okay, okay I will listen just not now. Whatever it is, it can wait.”

“No, it can’t,” you retort, your voice shaking a bit. “Why is it that every time I try to talk to you, you just brush me off? Am I that insignificant to you?”

He stands up abruptly, the chair skidding behind him. “This? This is what you want to talk about?” he says with a tone of annoyance. “Look, I have a million things to deal with and-”

“And what? And I’m not one of them? Just five minutes, Miguel! That’s all I ask!”

The room is tense. Your heart is racing. His eyes are fiery. It's a standoff.

“And what is so important that you have to disrupt everything right now?” he challenges.

Your breath catches in your throat. This is it. You're about to say it.

“I...” you stammer. “I need to tell you that...”

Suddenly, the door to the office swings open and Jess storms in.

“Miguel, we have a major issue in Sector 12! The anomalies...” she starts, then catches sight of your tear-streaked face. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”

Miguel seems to shake off the tension and slips back into commander mode. “No nothing important. What’s happening in Sector 12?”

You can't believe it. Just like that, he turns away. It feels like your heart is being squeezed.

Jess starts rattling off data and scenarios. The two of them are talking, but you don’t hear it anymore. All you can think of is how you almost told him. How you just wanted five minutes.

Your hands shake and you quietly step out of the room. The door closes behind you, and it feels like a chapter that you can’t read has been sealed away.

The next day you are on Earth-8311, an anthropomorphic animal-dominated universe. It's the home of Peter Porker, the Spectacular Spider-Ham, and you can't help but find it amusing.

The mission: to transport an anomaly, which resembles an enormous floating jellyfish, back to its home universe. It's been pure chaos here, and you are determined to set things right.

The team: Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B. Parker. You're all in your suits, eyes sharp, and webs at the ready.

"Alright, Spiders. Let's round this jelly up and send it home," Peter B. Parker takes charge, shooting a web towards a nearby building.

You swing alongside him, your thoughts a whirlwind. The world around you blurs - the animal citizens, the bustling cityscape, the strange yet familiar surroundings.

The anomaly appears before you, thrashing and pulsating as it floats through the sky. It releases blasts of energy that ripple through the air.

"Watch out, Sunny!" Gwen calls out as she dodges a blast.

You, however, are a split second too late. Your reflexes are off, your movements sluggish. The blast sends you spiraling towards the ground.

Hobie swings in and catches you mid-air, his guitar strapped on his back. “Get it together, Sun!” he shouts over the noise, his punk-styled hair waving wildly.

You shake off your daze and look up to see Peter B. Parker shooting webs to pull the anomaly back down, while Gwen is deploying a device to open a portal back to its home universe.

Your heart races as you focus on the task at hand. You need to get this right, not just for yourself, but for the life you’re now carrying. Your suit seems to glow even brighter in the chaos.

With a final combined effort, you manage to lasso the anomaly and push it through the portal. The anomaly disappears, and the portal closes behind it.

The team regroups on a rooftop. Gwen is catching her breath, Hobie is tuning his guitar, and Peter B. Parker gives you a concerned look.

“Are you okay?” Gwen asks, her voice laced with worry. “You weren’t yourself up there.”

The weight of the secret you’re carrying feels unbearable. But you're not ready to share it.

“Promise me you won’t tell Miguel about this,” you say, your voice barely audible.

Gwen raises an eyebrow, while Hobie crosses his arms. Peter B. Parker simply nods.

“Nah, Bossman doesn’t need to know about this,” Hobie says, and there’s a firmness in his voice that is strangely comforting.

Back in the HQ, your head spins, and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults. You mumble a quick excuse about feeling nauseous and practically sprint to the nearest restroom.

Meanwhile, Gwen, Hobie, and Peter B. Parker head to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.

As they sit down at a table with their trays, Gwen breaks the silence. “Is it okay if I say that this mission was kind of easy? Like, I’ve seen Sunny take down Doc Ock from Earth-818, and she did that without any problem. So what was that today?” Gwen’s concern is apparent.

Hobie, munching on a sandwich, nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's like her spidey senses were jammed or somethin'. Never seen her like that before."

Peter B. Parker looks thoughtfully at his sandwich, then glances up at Gwen and Hobie. He’s torn, having promised you to keep your secret but also wanting your friends to understand why you were off your game.

"You guys remember when she fought Morlun on Earth-001? She was a totally smashin’ it, and today, she nearly got turned into spider-paste by a floating jellyfish. That ain’t right," Hobie adds.

Gwen’s eyes suddenly widen. "Oh my God! Do you think she’s in trouble? Like, something from her universe? Or maybe she's having an identity crisis! Should we stage an intervention?"

Peter B. Parker clears his throat. “Maybe she’s just having an off day.”

Gwen’s eyes narrow as she scrutinizes Peter. “You know something, don’t you?”

Peter scratches the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable. “Nope, no idea.”

Hobie puts down his sandwich and leans in. "Oi, mate. Spill your guts. There's something dodgy going on. She's always been our burst of sunshine, lifting the mood. But now she's... dimmed. What's going on with our Sunny, Parker?"

Before Peter B. Parker could answer Gwen’s barrage of questions, Jess - Spider-Woman - appears, her belly showing. She takes a seat at the table and, oblivious to the serious conversation that was taking place, asks them about their latest mission.

"So, how did your mission go?" Jessica asks, while munching on her Burger.

"Nothing to report, Jess," Gwen answers, a little too quickly, her face all sunshine and false smiles. Peter simply nod in agreement.

“Yah, all good!” Hobie chimes in, flashing a grin that seems a little too bright.

“How about you? How are you holding up?” Peter asks Jess, trying to steer the conversation away from the mission.

Jessica shrugs, not overly concerned, and bites into her burger. "'M good. You know, I'm so glad I can finally eat a burger again. At the beginning of my pregnancy, practically every food made me nauseous, especially after swinging around on missions.”

Suddenly, there's a moment of collective realization among Gwen, Hobie. It’s as if their spider senses are tingling in unison. They exchange knowing looks, all of them silently putting the pieces together.

Gwen’s eyes are wide, Hobie’s eyebrows are raised, and they both turn to look at Peter, who simply nods.

Jess, noticing the silent exchange, squints at them. “What is up with you guys? You’re acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.”

“Uh, nothin’!” Hobie says, a little too quickly.

“Yeah, just tired from the mission,” Gwen adds, trying to play it cool.

Jess rolls her eyes and stands up. “Alright, weirdos. I’m gonna go find some normal people to talk to,” she says jokingly and walks away.

After she leaves, the trio leans in.

“Sunny’s pregnant, isn’t she?” Gwen whispers.

Hobie's eyes are as wide as saucers. “That would explain everything!”

Peter B. Parker nods. “We need to be there for her, but remember, it’s her news to share when she’s ready.”

They make a pact to support you without pushing you to reveal anything before you're ready.

As you walk back into the cafeteria, you find your friends huddled together. They break apart when they see you and welcome you back with smiles and light conversation, but something in their demeanor is different but you can’t put your finger on it. They are being more attentive, considerate, and frankly, a little too curious about your well-being.

"Are you sure you're okay, Sunny?" Gwen asks for the third time since you sat down. Her concern is genuine, but her intensity is slightly off-putting.

"Yeah, do you need anything?" Hobie offers, his eyes gleaming with unspoken curiosity. "Food, drink, or maybe... pickles?" Pickles? Thats oddly specific.

There's a burst of laughter from Gwen, and even Peter is suppressing a chuckle.

"What's up with the pickles?" You ask, looking at them suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing!" Gwen says, a little too quickly, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Hmm, pickles and ice cream, a weird combo, innit?" Hobie wonders aloud, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Again, there's suppressed laughter, and you look at each of them, a realization slowly dawning on you. You turn to Peter, your gaze steady and serious. "You told them, didn't you?" Peter looks shocked, but quickly composes himself. "I didn't exactly tell them, per se," he confesses, "I might've confirmed their suspicions when they asked, but they figured it out on their own. Spider senses and all that jazz.”

Before you could respond, Gwen and Hobie jump in, both talking over each other in an attempt to apologize.

"We're sorry, Sunny," Gwen says sincerely. "We didn't mean to invade your privacy, it's just that... we're worried about you. Please don’t be mad."

Hobie nods, adding, "And we're right behind ya, whatever comes our way. We've got your back, no doubt about it."

You are happy, while the situation isn't ideal, but at least you're not alone. You have friends who care about you and, despite their unconventional way of showing it, they are there for you. You smile, comforted by their concern, and grateful for their support.

"Yeah," you finally say, "I guess we’re gonna need a lot more pickles and ice cream around here, huh?"

“Sooo...who’s the dad? Is he hot?” Gwen, leaning on the table with her elbows, asks shyly after a while.

You let out a long sigh, “He’s very hot... but also a colossal jerk.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. “You took my advice and talked to him then?”

You shake your head, your eyes starting to well up. “No, I tried. But he wouldn’t listen to me. He was busy, and I guess I wasn’t important enough. So, the baby won’t be either,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hobie's eyes narrow, and his face is flushed with anger. "Who's this bloke, eh? I swear on me nan's grave, I'll give him a right proper earful! No one treats our Sunny like a tosser and gets away with it!"

Gwen jumps in, her eyes wide with speculation, “Wait, is he a Spider? Is it Peter? Or the other Peter? Or—”

“Guys, guys!” you cut them off, your voice cracking. “Please, it doesn’t matter. He made it clear where I stand, and it’s not with him.”

There’s a silence that settles over the table as your friends look at each other and then back to you. Their faces are a mix of concern, sadness, and frustration.

Peter B. is the first to break the silence. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You’ve got us. If the dad doesn’t want to step up, then he’s missing out on something amazing.”

Gwen nods, her eyes firm with resolve. “Yeah, we’re family. We’ve got your back, no matter what.”

Hobie, still fuming, finally calms down enough to say, "All you gotta do is whistle, love, and we'll be there in a blink. Even if it means thumping some manners into this mystery idiot."

You can't help but crack a small smile, despite the tears. You’re overwhelmed by the love and support your friends are giving you.

“Thanks, guys. You don't know how much this means to me.”

They all reach out and there’s a group hug right in the middle of the cafeteria. You didn’t know how much you needed this until it happened.

Part 2 “Webs of Fate”

a/n: Thank you guys for all your love on this fic so far.I really appreciate each like, comment, reblog <3. I still can’t reply to your comments so please if you want to tagged (and are not already) comment on part 2 and I’ll do my best and add you.Also I am open to requests, critic and wishes. Have a wonderful day. xx

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axnrxn · 1 year

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if you're comfortable with it; 141 team (+ maybe konig/alejandro) accidentally hurting their partner??

Accidentally Hurting You (141, Alejandro Vargas, and König x GN!reader)

Dark fic, angst and some fluff (varied ratios depending on the character), declarations of love

TW: Angst, ptsd, mentions of graphic violence, war stories, mentions of death/blood.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You wake up at the sounds of whimpering from the man next to you. Simon has been having vivid nightmares since Las Almas. You felt helpless, you hated seeing him suffer. You got hurt and it’s haunted him ever since.

“Simon” you whisper softly, gently touching his cheek.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he crushed your lingering hand in his own. You yelped from the excruciating pain.

“It’s me, baby, it’s me!” You yelled, unable to hide the immense pain you were in.

Finally, Simon’s fearful eyes were transformed by guilt.

“Shit- fuck. I’m so sorry, love. Fuck” His voice broke, finally realizing what happened.

“It’s okay, babe, I’m here.” You repeated it like a mantra, attempting to soothe him and yourself at the same time.

Your hand throbbed, but you didn’t attempt to move it just yet. His hand began to shake, his breath ragged. Then he sat up quickly, letting you collapse onto the bed where he once was under you.

“Fuck- I… M’sorry, love. Fuck.” He whispered, unable to look you in the eye before rushing out of the bedroom.

Finally, the pain in your hand set in. You let the tears fall silently, the throbbing in your hands too intense to ignore. It was best if Simon didn’t see you like this.

You stifled your tears and left your room as well, deciding to get an ice pack to soothe the pain. You saw Simon on the couch, arms resting on his knees, hunched over. You could hear his sniffling as you reached into the freezer for ice.

You sat down next to him and slowly draped your arm behind his back. He tensed, freezing under your touch. But then his shoulders slowly dropped back down. He still avoided your gaze, his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry. 'M gonna keep hurting ye, love. That's all I do, hurt people. Hurt you." His voice was small and breathy, like he struggled to push out enough air.

"This isn't your fault, Si. It isn't who you are, you're just hurting. And you'll keep hurting if you don't believe you can stop. You'll get there. It just takes time, baby." You assured, maintaining your composure as he broke in front of you.

You crawled into his lap, under his hunched form, and buried your face into his stomach. You felt his tears pelt your cheeks as you laid under him, keeping your eyes closed as the storm passed. You spared him from your gaze, knowing that it would only push him further over the edge. Finally, the rain on your face ceased, leaving quiet sniffles and shaky sighs above you.

"I don't think 'm gonna ever be okay. I don't know why you're with me." He said quietly.

"I'm going to be with you forever, Si. I know what you've been through, I would never expect you to be okay 100% of the time." He looked at your hand as you spoke. "And that's okay. I'm strong, too. I know what I've gotten into. Let me be strong for you, you're not alone in this anymore." You finished your mini pep talk by taking his hand in your injured one, doing your best to ignore the twinge of pain that the contact initiated.

He sighed and leaned back, pulling your hand to his heart. "I don't deserve you..." he said, slowly regaining his composure.

"Because I love your ass, obviously." You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

He grumbled a bit before letting your hand go. "I'm gonna get you a new ice pack and some Advil." He said, standing up from the couch.

"And I love you too," he added as he walked away.

"I love you more than anything, Simon Riley." You whispered to yourself. But you knew he heard it.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Shrapnel from one of his blasts hits you

"Fuck, love, 'm so sorry." Soap apologized breathlessly above you, chest heaving from running to you so quickly.

"'M okay, Johnny, it was an accident. Just shite luck," you grimaced, pressing harder on the gash in your side. It had just missed your ceramic plates, entering your side where there was only soft material protecting.

"I shoulda made sure you were far enough, fuck, I thought you were, dammit" he scolded himself as you bled.

Ghost had begun to use his emergency medkit to patch you up, no longer concerned about enemies nearby as Johnny's blast had wiped a pretty large area. It would take at least 15 minutes before any reinforcements arrived, so stopping the bleed temporarily would be the goal.

Johnny finally bent down, shielding you from the sun as he took your hand that had previously pressed into your wound.

"'M sorry for this, love. Eyes on me while L.T. patches ye, 's gonna hurt." He demanded, keeping your hand firmly in his.

"Good news, Soap, 's just a bit of shrapnel, nothing major. Just a nick, lots of blood, though." Ghost announced. "Sorry about this, (c/n), ain't giving ya pain killers til we're outta here. Need you sharp." Ghost said, before you felt your side light up in pain.

You couldn't help crying out, Soap immediately provided his sleeve for you to bite down on.

"Shh love, yer doin' so good." Soap's accent thickened, comforting you. His voice always making you feel safe.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sound of Soap's voice rather than his words as he attempted to talk you through it.

"Good job, (c/n), it's over. Ye did good, it's okay." Soap said, finally getting your attention.

You sighed, feeling your side throb. You didn't look, feeling Ghost place medical tape over some gauze. Soap grabbed your arm opposite the side of your gash and supported your entire weight as he stood with you, his hand around your torso. You leaned into his neck as much as you could, trying to steady yourself as your blood loss finally reached your head.

"I got ye, love. Lean on me. L.T.?" Ghost grabbed your other arm, slinging it across his own shoulders, crouching to make sure he didn't force you to extend to his height and pull on your wound.

Soap leaned his head towards your ear and whispered "I ain't gonna let anything happen to ye. I love ye so much, 'm dyin' before you, dammit."

You smiled a bit at his silly promise at the end and replied "I love you, too, Johnny," with your remaining energy. You can't remember what happened after that.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

"Fuck! Dammit, they got (c/n)." Gaz shouted into his comms.

You leaned on Gaz's shoulder as he dragged you through the narrow side streets of Amsterdam.

"(c/n), how copy?" Price asked you through your earpiece.

"Pretty shite, Captain," you replied through gritted teeth.

"Get (c/n) to the car with our cartel friend, Gaz." Price ordered.

"Copy" Gaz replied as he readjusted his grip on you.

You could see him poorly hiding the stress on his face, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to drag you towards Price and Laswell.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, (y/n). C'mon, just a bit further." Gaz urged, talking to himself more than you.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Kyle." You panted, struggling to stay semi-upright as the blood loss blacked out your vision.

"Stay with me, (y/n)" Gaz pleaded, letting you fully rest your weight on him.

Noticing you were on the verge of passing out in the street, Gaz picked you up bridal style and continued making his way to the car.

"Talk to me, darling. Anything. Say anything, keep your eyes open."

"Mmm , can't" you groaned into his shoulder.

"C'mon, you can do it," worry lacing his voice as he attempted to pick up his pace.

"Well, I love you lots. And I'm not hungry anymore," you declared, not fully coherent.

He laughed a bit at your last remark, "I love you, too, darling."

"I'll marry you when this is all over, promise." you said, fully a puppet to your subconscious.

"What was that?" Gaz said, not able to process your words. Then it hit him.

"Well, shit, I'd better ask you when we get out of here, yeah?" He said, finally in range of the car with Laswell and Price.

John Price

Gets you shot by not calling your shot in time

You grasped your shoulder tightly as you hid behind cover, your back pressed against the rooftop door you had shut behind you.

"(c/n), how copy?" Price asked over comms.

"I'm hit, right shoulder, 0-6," you replied, already using your free hand to rip open your medkit as you bled all over the stairwell.

"Stay put, 2-6, on my way."

You began to strip off your vest, peeling away layers until only your undershirt was left on your top half. You maneuvered around your shoulder, refusing to move it for the fear of aggravating the burning sensation even further.

The lower stairwell door opened, you grabbed your sidearm immediately in your functioning hand.

"Just me, (c/n), stand down." Price announced, knowing you were a sitting duck after being shot from your perch.

"Fuck, John, what were you waiting for? I could've taken that shot, why'd you wait so fucking long?" You asked breathlessly, frustrated with your captain.

"Laswell ordered it, not me, love. I'm sorry, at least let me help you out of here." Price replied, his voice low. His eyes were filled with guilt as he got closer to you. "I've got Gaz on the lower entrance, so I've bought us some time. Let me have a look at you." He assured, wavering between captain and partner mode.

His personalities blurred together, it was both a command and a loving insistence. You loved his commanding nature, but hated it at the same time. How you felt both like his soldier and his partner. It made your stomach do uncomfortable flips.

"He got me good, right through my shoulder." You said, scooting towards him to give him a better look.

Price studied your shoulder for a minute, inspecting the entry wound and looking behind you for an exit wound. After wiping away the copious amounts of blood, he located an exit wound. It wasn't too bad considering you'd been shot by an enemy sniper. You got lucky.

"Just clipped the top of you, luckily. Took a chunk, but didn't make a big hole." Your captain stated.

His gaze softened as it met yours. "I'm sorry about this, love. I am so sorry. It's on me."

"We've all got our orders, yeah? You couldn't do anything." You tried to reassure him, but he wasn't having it.

"I shouldn't have waited for the call. I should've made it anyway," he muttered, starting to focus on patching you up enough to escort you out before you lost too much blood.

"Well, you're here now to piece me back together, at least. I expect special treatment when we return to base, Captain." You teased, causing Price to shake his head, amused.

"You'll be getting bed rest, love. What more could you want?"

"Breakfast in bed, obviously," you replied coyly.

"I'll see what I can do, then." He said with a laugh.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, (y/n)."

König

You rolled around the grappling mat with König on top of you. You straddled his waist, attempting to lift his right arm to slide your foot under it and roll into an arm bar. His strength threatened to topple you over as he bucked his hips, attempting to throw you off balance. Eventually, his attempts succeeded.

"Ahaha, yes! I've got you now!" He declared excitedly. His thighs caged you, long enough to engulf your entire torso, as his hand pinned both your wrists above your head, effortlessly.

Your pride bubbled within you, refusing to tap out. You began to struggle under König's weight, unable to even move him an inch as all 200+ pounds pressed onto your middle.

You huffed, kicking your legs wildly and trying to twist onto your side to throw him off of you. You didn't want to lose again. In one of your twists, you succeeded to turn to your side, but failed to throw König off. His weight was shifted entirely into your side, causing you to yelp.

"Scheiße! I'm so sorry, liebling." König panicked, immediately getting off of you like you were the most fragile piece of glass and he had just cracked you. You could see the panic and guilt in his eyes immediately as he assessed you.

"Fuck, I'm okay, 's my fault." you hissed, your pride wounded anyway. You wanted to curl up into a ball.

"Liebling, you can't keep going like that, I don't want to hurt you." König insisted, still too afraid to touch you.

"I just can't keep fucking losing, I can't be weak." You whispered, frustrated and on the verge of tears.

"And you won't be. That's why you train with me, ja? I'm the strongest, so if you beat me, you beat everyone." König assured you in a matter-of-fact tone.

You knew he was right, but it still stung. You felt like you didn't have enough time, which just made you want to train with the goal to win rather than to learn. He sensed it, so he finally mustered the courage to lightly brush your cheek with the back of his hand.

"I'll make sure you're safe, liebling. Always. Are you okay to try again on me?"

"Yeah, but can you just hold me for a bit?" "Ya, of course."

You scooted your back towards his chest, his arms and legs completely encircling you as he let you curl into him.

"I love you, König," you mumbled into his sleeve.

"I love you, too, liebling," he replied, resting his cheek lightly on top of your head as he hugged you tighter.

Alejandro Vargas

"Again." Alejandro ordered.

You turned back to your target, firing your sidearm. You barely hit the target last time, but this time, you completely missed. You huffed in frustration, dropping your clip and reloading it with a new one.

"I can't fucking do this, Ale." You complained, starting to feel tears well up in your eyes.

"You can and you will, cariño." He reassured you, his eyes hard with determination to push you to success.

"I fucking can't!" you shouted. "I just fucking can't anymore." Your voice broke as the tears flowed.

His eyes softened as he noticed he pushed you too far. He quickly made his way towards you taking the gun from your hands and setting it on the table beside you.

"Hey, hey, look at me. You could do it before, so you can do it again." He said softly.

You hadn't been able to shoot properly since breaking your wrist and receiving a concussion from a particularly nasty car accident you were in while chasing narcos. You were lucky to be alive and to have only escaped with the injuries you did.

"But what if I can't? What if I'm permanently fucked up, Ale?" You asked, unsure if you'd ever fully recover.

"Then you're fucked, cariño. I need you to try for me. I need you to be able to defend yourself again. Las Almas is no place to be defenseless, yes?" His voice was serious, low and demanding.

"Fuck, I know." You replied.

"So come on. Again,” He ordered, only this time he positioned himself behind you, guiding your stance. He widened your feet and turned your shoulders, his hand stablizing your wrist with one hand as he peered over your shoulder.

You pulled the trigger. You hit nearly directly in the center.

"See? Just need to get back into it." Alejandro smiled at you as you turned towards him.

"Thank you, Ale. I love you so much," you professed, your eyes glossy.

"Te quiero también, cariño." (I love you too, sweetheart.)

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I'm taking a lot of exams and working on some quantum physics total wavefunction equations (aka crying over math about an electron that literally no one cares about). I'm taking care of the requests in my drafts before I work on my draft of the fic from the poll.

If my Spanish is terrible, I’m sorry. I’m still learning, so if I fuck up just let me know how to fix it.

#kyle gaz garrick #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you #soap mw2 #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #john price #john price x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick

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davinashifts333 · 1 year

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WHAT DATING DAMON SALVATORE IS LIKE (DAMONXWITCH!S/O):

⚫️summary; Dating Damon as a Witch!S/O. Reader is a very powerful witch who met Damon & Stefan in 1864 & has been close with them ever since.

⚠️warnings; angst, emotional, horny!Damon, some swearing, if you’re not 18+ go away, smutish topics, blood ofc, etc.

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-knowing the Salvatore brothers was like knowing heaven & hell but mainly… hell…they fought & fought & fought, well you catch my drift & for the stupidest reasons too. Knowing they cared for each other just wasn’t enough. Y/n Y/L/n had to come along to literally rip them apart when they would get physical.

-dating Damon however was insane, if he wasn’t attached at your hip, it’d be his hips rutting into yours… if he wasn’t feeling you near him as much as possible he’d be clinging to you whenever he could…

-his smile? your favorite thing.

-his eyes though? they made you feel like you would ascend at any second.

-you? his drug.

-he made sure to always be romantic & loving when no one saw & even if they did? he’d do so much more just to sicken them.

-dating Damon was full of chaos & getting hurt both physically & emotionally. but overall it was like your 100+ years of friendship actually meant something.

-he knew you like the back of his hand & when he saw your eyes flicker in the same color of your powers? he knew danger was close. as in you being the danger.

-he would try his best to keep you calm but would ultimately fail & watch you slaughter the enemy alongside Bonnie whom you had taught as well.

-he loved watching your anger take over. really? he just loved watching you give into your emotions, knowing you had taken years to let the fear of what you could do go.

-dating Damon was like fire and ice, fighting for domination until one let the other win.

-it was like an eternal spark was lit when you both admitted your feelings while watching your best friend/his brother fall in love.

-“you know, the way he looks at Elena, is how I imagine I look at you.” Damon would accidentally say as your legs laid in his lap & a glass of bourbon in both of your guys’ hands.

-“really? I would say the same but I know i’d do a lot more damage if someone hurt

you. I would probably go on a rampage.” you would reply as his hand ran up your leg, squeezing the flesh slightly as he heard those words leave your lips.

-it would soon turn to broken glass on the floor as he had you pinned to the wall while his lips attacked yours passionately.

-the intense confession became a night of entangled bodies and “i’ve loved you for so long” being repeated over & over.

-from there he’d never let a single hair

on your head get hurt.

-throwing his leather jacket over your shoulder when he saw your cold.

-eyes always looking for you in a room to make sure you were okay.

-PROTECTIVE! BOYFRIEND!

-if he even suspected someone wanted to hurt you, he’d go after them.

-would love to watch you train with Bonnie & Caroline.

-always trying to be the best he can be for you.

-“You know, you look pretty fucking gorgeous when you slam someone into the ground like that. Never knew telekinesis could be so hot.” Damon would say in the middle of a big ass fight.

-“Oh really? One second— Well get used to it tough guy.” You would say between blasting another hybrid into pieces.

-training with Damon & Alaric for fun but also to get their endurance to

magic up.

-being his serenity.

-him being yours but also your chaos.

-Stefan reminding you both that no matter how different you both were you still mended so perfectly together & it only made your heart flutter even more.

-dating Damon Francesco Salvatore is like being protected, loved, needed, desired, cared for, & worshipped all in one.

-but it was also making sure he felt the same love he gave because god knows that man desires that so much.

-he would melt in your touch & would be on his knees for you if you wanted.

-of course with his head between your knees if you wanted too.

-Damon Salvatore, your eternal

soulmate, the one you’d give your life for, the one who’d know exactly what you needed at your worst & the one you’d rip the world apart to protect. Your Forever.

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A/N:

ITS BEEN A WHILE BUT IM BACK & SO READY TO SHARE MY NEW DESIRED REALITIES WITH YALL & MY NEW CONTENT!! HOPE YALL ENJOY!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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colbysluvr · 2 years

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In the Night — c.b.

A/N: HII i’m new to this whole writing on tumblr shit so.. HII, umm if you wanna give me some requests go ahead, anyways, here’s your first story from me!

prompt: Y/N plays a familiar game of spin the bottle where she then freaks out of the room, but when Colby reaches her distance she accidentally announces to him that she isn’t experienced in any sort of sexual activity, until this nights party. || colby brock x fem!reader ||

warning: smut, pet names, language, oral (receiving), and unprotected sex.

not my gif — https://www.wattpad.com/amp/914202251

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“Spin the bottle, Y/N,” Katrina demanded you, you hesitated, you were becoming all clammy in your palms, you panicked only because of your long-living crush on the Colby, your best friend. He insisted to sit in the circle once 4 more players had joined Katrina, Tara, and you. Now it was Colby, Sam, Jake, and Kevin who was unexpectedly drunk this evening.

“What?” You asked, shaking out of your thoughts. “Just spin!” She repeated once more.

Your eyes glared onto Colbys, and his beautiful sky blue eyes lied on yours, he spun the bottle for you. “Thank you, Colby, wasn’t expecting to sit here all night long,” Jake joked, he was your best friend, how could you not laugh at Jake.

You held your breath in panic, but exhaled once it landed on the empty space that the 7 of you had created.

“Bullshit! She should spin again!” Kevin shouted.

Tara grinned, she and Jake knew of your secret love interest for Colby, but no one else in the circle knew. You could trust those 2, right?

Tara then broke the silence from the room, “Yeah, that empty space is so boring, we should just let her have another go,”

You gave Tara a death glare with a low growl, “Fine!”

You spun the bottle this time without any hesitation, and just as you thought, it landed straight on Colby, since Tara had stopped it. “Oops, I expected it to land on the empty spot again, my bad!”

Colby just looked at the bottle pointing at himself, then looked at you with his shimmery ocean eyes. “This is awkward though, Colby and I are good friends! I don’t want to play 7 minutes in fucking heaven with him, Im out!” You exclaimed.

It was more out of nervousness than any other thing. But as soon as you exited the theater music began to blast back into your ears again with a bunch of people around, a bunch of drunk people around actually.

You walked straight into the kitchen helping yourself to a cup of alcohol. “Y/N!” The familiar deep voice had you shiver down to your spine, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not feeling it tonight, Colby,” You spun around to talk to him face to face. “I’ve never even kissed someone before!”

You gasp at your mistake, his eyes are completely wide now, “Im so sorry, I’m drunk?”

He nods his head slowly, perking his lips with now crossed arms, swaying side to side, “Do you want me to help you?”

You are now wide eyed by his response, “What? No!”

“Are you sure,” He comes close to your figure now leaning onto the counter blocking your left and right exit, “Are you sure you don’t want help?”

You don’t know how to respond from how flabbergasted you are now, “I-I, I’m sure,”

You push him away slowly, and exit to another room where more party people are, you could hear Colby scoff from the distance even over the loud music.

Even though you could feel the tension between you two, you just don’t know what to say, but once your jealousy hit as soon as you saw him and some girl grinding against each other, you mind just wanted to speak it’s words, so you stomped your way towards the now stupid boy and grabbed his forearm leading him to his bedroom.

With full honesty you answered with a straight ‘yes’ and continued up to his bedroom where you had opened the door, and he teased you even more by pushing it open, pretending as if you need help with the door.

The two of you sat down onto his couch both close together and just sat in silence. Which you broke the silence with a commitment, “Just know this is just a kiss and nothing more, nothing more!”

“Okay, okay, got it,” He leaned in, until you sweetly backed him away, “What?”

“I don’t know if I want you to really take my first kiss, Colby,” You admitted.

“Why? Don’t you like me?” He asked with a slight smirk.

“Wait, what?! Who said that?” You panicked.

He looked around his room and just shrugged. “You have to tell me, Colby!”

“Fine..” He laughed, “It was Tara and somewhat Jake, they said they were planning on getting us alone tonight,”

“Wait, why’d they want us alone tonight?“ You asked with full concern.

“…Because I also may have a crush on you too, Y/N,” He admitted.

“What?” You we’re fully flabbergasted at this point, at no point in time have you ever thought, Colby Brock would have the same exact feelings that you have had for him for 2 years.

He leaned in slowly, and this time you allowed it. You didn’t stop him at any point in time by now, you were fully in this trance of wanting him.

“Please…” You whispered, not knowing you said it out loud.

“Please..?” He mumbled, repeating your words back to you. “Do you want me, Y/N?”

“Please, Colby,” You pled.

He continued to kiss against your lips, harder but sweetly each time. Colby began to lower his kisses down onto your jawline, and you leaned your head resting back onto the couch.

Colby moved though. You opened your eyes to see he was towered over your body now, leaving his hand out for you to grab.

You took his hand, and he had lead you straight to his bed where he had lied you down on sweetly and began to give satisfying kiss down to your chest, he lifted your dress above your head and started to stare at your figure, mesmerized until he began to kiss your lips again.

You had mumbled a couple of moans through the kisses which each time he would groan to. He glided down your figure slowly again, this time coming down to your core.

You opened your eyes to see him hovering over you once again, “Can I be your first, Y/N?” He asked.

You nodded immediately, him being your first was like a dream to you.

“I’ll be gentle,” he admitted for your comforting.

He continued back to what he started and then kissed up back to your jawline where he connected your lips to one another again.

He lifted your body where you were sitting half way up, and disconnected your bra, he slid it off with ease and threw it somewhere down on the floor.

He kissed his way down your stomach once more and down to your core where he than slid off your underwear, again with ease.

“You’re so beautiful,” He complimented with kisses in between. You had moaned with the pleasure of the compliment and also because he was about to go down on you.

Colby started with teasing by licking up your slit slowly, you had gripped the sheets, you couldn’t hold it in, you just wanted him at this point, and you never knew you could want someone as bad as you wanted him, “Please.. Colby, just do it,”

His eyebrow had lifted and he smirked, he rose one leg above his shoulder and began to slowly tease you again by slowly inserting his tongue into you. You moaned when his tongue started to swirl into your clit. You never felt anything like this before and you enjoyed it so much, but your climax had reached very quickly from the pleasure, “I’m.. about.. to..-“

Colby knew exactly what you were about to say, “Shit.. cum on me, Y/N,” his voice had vibrates onto and gave you more of your climax to rise, it felt like your stomach had a bunch , and once you came, he continued by flicking his tongue into your clit faster, reaching your high.

Once Colby licked up the rest of your climax and dropped your leg but made you separate your two thighs, you twitched with the pleasure, he kissed his way back up to your face and smirked, “You’re so pretty when you cum..”

Just like that, the unexpected fulfillment had made you moan, “Fuck,” He swore, “Don’t do that to me, Y/N,”

Colby thrusted inside of you, making you lose you mind and uncontrollably moan, “Shit, you make me so happy,” He kissed you on your lips, and groaned against your moan.

Your legs had wrapped around him like if you had no control whatsoever, your clit had clenched around his dick, “Holy shit, do that again,” and once again you had clenched around him.

“Fuck, Colby!” You moaned out, the same feeling as before had begun, “I’m going.. to cum!”

Just like that he sped up, “Not just yet..”

You were confused, but tried to keep it in as long as you could, he thrusted hard and faster, having both of your bodies smack against each other creates noises, “Colby!” You cried out.

“I know,” His body began to twitch, possibly meaning he was close too, “Cum on me Y/N,”

You listened and came onto him, which created him to cum after, he groaned and slid out of you slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” He lied next to you.

“Thank you, Colby,” You thanked.

He looked at you and sat up on his elbows getting up to grab your underwear and bra he threw, he buckled his jeans belt after helping you get dressed, “Can we just lay down?” You asked.

“Sure,” He replied, and he walked over to the bed which you were already lying down on, and he covered you up with his blankets, “God you’re amazing,”

Which made you giggle, “I love you,” you admitted in confidence.

“I love you too, thank you for this night,” He admitted as well.

#colby brock #sam golbach #sam and colby #xplr #trap house #fanfic #colby brock smut #colby brock imagine

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unhingen · 7 months

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Some more midnight burger headcannons bc I cannot wait for the next episode

Casper can rock anyone's ass in Mario Kart I just know it

Ava mains Kirby in Smash Bros

And she is the worst at video games

Not counting Zeb and Effie bc collapsing wave forms do not have thumbs

Gloria got into BTS during lockdown

At first it was bc she liked the dance choreography and tried to do some herself but then just fell into a hole and came out Army

Leif is a metal head

The order of who left earth goes: Leif in 1994, Casper in 2009, Ava in 2012, and Gloria in 2020

Zeb and Effie do love their old timey music but they each have a secret genre that they don't tell each other about

Zebulon loves radio dramas, especially the ones that adapts adventure books.

Effie is a punk.

Caspar like Weird Al

Gloria learned the recipes for everyone's favorite food, INCLUDING THE WOLVES

Sometimes when Ava stares out the window in between shifts, she can feel the malevolent thing staring at the diner

Leif and Casper wanted to start a ska band

The bathroom has one of those menstrual products dispensers that never runs out and takes anything as currency

Gloria used a pickle on it once

There is a seat always reserved for Shell

It has a heat lamp above it that is usually off unless it's a full house and someone has to sit in their spot and turns on the light accidentally and then gets BLASTED with heat.

Zeb can whistle, Effie cannot.

Gloria and Ava tried to have a girl's night, it didn't end well.

If you are really quiet, you can hear something breathing

Everyone thinks it's Casper (bc he is a LOUD snorer) or one of the Mucklewains asleep at their radio, but it's not.

I repeat, IT. IS. NOT.

The Ex and Casper catch up with each other from time to time

And Ava likes musicals

And wowee that was more than I intended. Feel free to add some of your own! Night!

#midnight burger #podcasts

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unfriedough · 2 years

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‘Forever.’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: IM FINALLY DONE WITH EXAMS UHSXUHB YAYYYY also this ended up being more fluff then crying so I’m sorry ☹️

Summary:

@heejin1sm said:

‘if you could write smth where the gaang (after war) go to fight something and zuko accidentally burns fiance reader during the fight and like completely loses it crying because he can't believe to did that to the love of his life. Ofc reader knows that he didn't mean it and they fluff it out yk.’

Warnings: mm reader gets burned, zuko also gets hurt

Zuko picks up reader!!!! If you feel uncomfortable with that I added an alternative in brackets! (Keep in mind Zuko’s a fictional character who’s trained his whole life, so he’s pretty strong.)

He didn’t mean to, he repeated again and again, the words being the only thing he could say. Zuko didn’t mean to hurt you, but he did - because that’s all a firebender could do. Hurt the people they love. The stupid criminal redirected Zuko’s flame towards you. He only managed to move his own arm away from your face, subsequently hitting your thigh mid battle. You fell to your knees, wincing in pain as the gorgeous garment you wore was plagued with ash. You bit your lip as you stood back up, muffling a cry as you did so.

Zuko watched in complete horror, but this brat wasn’t going to get away with this. The firebender quickly took down the criminal, however sloppy his moves were due to the distraction, and immediately ran to aid you. He blasted the guy in an instant, before turning his attention to you. You yelped as he scooped you into his arms, setting you near Appa. (Alternatively: He helped you to your feet, allowing you to lean against him as he guided you towards Appa.) He yelled for Katara, who immediately came to help.

Katara crouched down next to him, pulling some water out of her pouch and hovering it over the place of injury.

“This is gonna sting.” you nodded at her words, grasping your soon to be husband’s hand in anticipation, flashing him a distracted smile, knowing how this was eating him up.

Zuko’s eyes zeroed in on your microexpressions, every twitch and flinch not passing unnoticed. As soon as the waterbender removed her magic, you sighed, snuggling back into Appa’s fur. Katara pat you on the shoulder, sending a wink, before getting up to help her husband in returning life to the wilderness (of which most of it was destroyed due to the bending battle), as well as make sure none of the villains got away as Toph chained them. The firebender repositioned himself next to you, hands still firm in yours. Zuko’s pupils shot daggers into your thigh.

“Careful there, don’t use your laser powers on me now.” you said playfully, carefully pushing strands of hair away from his face.

Zuko’s scowl deepened, “It’s gonna scar.”

“Yeah but, now I get to match my super cool husband so,” you shrugged.

Truly, it didn’t really matter to you. You fought with team avatar and have plenty of marks to show for it. What’s one more?

Zuko however, felt a pool of guilt in his lower stomach, as he felt your hand slowly weaken its grip from the tight squeeze it was previously in.

The ride on Appa to the nearest Inn was rather quiet, everyone was rather burnt out from the long day. Once you got to the place, everyone went to their separately bought rooms. 304 was you and Zuko’s. As you walked in, a noise of amusement came out of you. The bed was huge! Almost the size of the one at the palace too! You hopped onto the mattress and spread your limbs across the expanse of it, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. Turning over, you opened your arms really wide for Zuko, and he plopped onto you. You let out an ‘oof’ which earned a laugh from him. Your arms wrapped tightly around him. You guys stayed in that position for a while, Zuko turning off the light with his firebending. After several minutes, and lots of thinking, he finally got the courage to speak to you about what happened. He lifted his head up, only to see you were fast asleep, soft snores leaving your lips. A soft smile graced his features, and he got up and tucked you under the blanket before going to wash his face. He needed to breathe after the whole incident today. The cold water was a contrast to his warm skin, the feeling sending shivers down his spine. He lifted his face to look in the mirror, only to see his dad where he’s supposed to be. His eyes blew wide, as he stepped back anxiously and quickly. The bathroom mat tripped him as he tried to leave, causing him to fall backwards and hit his back against the doorknob. He heard the soft pitter patter of your footsteps, hurrying to the door.

“Zuko? Honey you okay?” you knocked worriedly.

He quickly got up and opened the door, engulfing your frame in a tight hug. You reciprocated the hug, noticing his reflection showed a cut on his back.

“Zuko?” A little confused from the sudden affection, but it wasn’t unwelcomed, “You’re hurt.”

He squeezed you tighter in return. You gently pulled his arms off of you and held his hand. Leading him back to the bed, you sat him down and grabbed a first aid kit. Whilst you were occupied, he slowly slipped off his top, blood staining where the injury was. You placed a feather light kiss on his shoulder, and pulled out your supplies. He stayed still as you dabbed medication onto the small slice.

“What happened?”

“I uh, fell,”

“Clearly,” you rolled your eyes. “I meant like, why?”

“Are you mad at me?” Zuko answered your question with his own.

“Because you fell?” you laughed a bit.

“No about… the other thing,”

“About this,” you gestured to your thigh questioningly, and he turned his neck to look, before quickly looking forward again.

You gently grabbed his chin, directing his face back to yours.

“No my love, it was an accident,” you kissed his forehead.

Zuko turned again, twitching once the rough bandage touched the sensitive skin.

“It’s gonna scar,”

“You’ve mentioned, yeah.” you rolled your eyes.

“This is serious, you know. I hurt you.” he laid down on his side of the bed once you finished, looking over at your very much still sitting form.

“Oh nooooo,” you fake fell on top of him. “Whatever shall I do?”

“Yn.”

You turned your head to look at him from your position on his chest, his warmth causing you to snuggle into his stomach - which almost caused him to laugh.

“Darling, you apologised, and you regret what you did. It’s okay.”

He smiled, mustering an okay. And yet, he never broke eye contact. Zuko never held your gaze, he always got too flustered. You raised a brow.

“What?” you made a false-angry face.

The firebender sat up again causing your head to fall into his lap.

“You’re too good to me Yn.”

Your face felt hot, and you immediately covered it with your palms.

“Zuko,” you felt shy under his love ridden gaze.

“I’m serious. What did I do to deserve you?”

Carefully, and with a smirk, he pulled your hands away from your face, bending over to near-close the distance.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You felt overwhelmed with affection, and also extremely shy. Sure it was silly, you were practically married! But still, it felt like that old teenage romance all again, except this time, the roles were reversed. You pushed your face into his hands, a chuckle gently vibrating his body as you mustered a ‘shut uuuuppp’. He kissed the top of your head, and grinned brightly when you peeked up at him from your position.

“I could get used to this.” he straightened up again, face further but still maintaining eye contact.

“You kinda have to. You're stuck with me until the end of time.” you pushed yourself upwards so you were closer to your very amused husband. “And you will never ever, ever, ever escape me. You’re mine.” you smiled evilly.

You were expecting some sort of smug response, or a mock cry for help, but you were met with a kiss. A long and passionate kiss. You gasped at the out-of-the-blue contact, but soon warmed into his desperate lips. You changed your position to enable you to continue comfortably, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled back first, just in order to watch him chase your lips. You laughed as he huffed, pushing you onto your side of the bed annoyedly. You giggled as he pulled the sheet over both of you, rolling his eyes at your seemingly endless fit of laughter.

Zuko could say he was stuck with you forever - but even forever wasn’t long enough.

An: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i am cringe. But I am free <3.

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shiyorin · 7 months

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Mournival but they are your college roommate

No one asked it but I need to share that :v

Ezekyle Abaddon

Comes to school with a huge duffel bag and toolbox. When you ask what's in it, he just smiles and says "tools." You don't ask anymore.

Always blasting really aggressive rap/metal music super loud. His top jam is "Back in Black" by AC/DC on repeat.

Leaves his dirty laundry everywhere but his bed is always perfectly made with tight hospital corners.

You're pretty sure you saw him behind the wheel of a rusty black van late at night, but the school won't investigate strange disappearances.

Loves party games but is way too competitive. No one wants to play Mario Kart with him anymore after "the incident".

Constantly gets in fights at parties but never seems to get in trouble. Cops take one look at him and just shake their heads like "not dealing with this tonight".

Always standing shirtless in the room doing calisthenics. Claims he's cultivating mass but you think he's just trying to intimidate the RA.

Somehow accumulated the world's biggest knife collection despite the no weapons policy. Admin turns a blind eye for fear of their safety.

Tries to get you to join his intramural flag football team, the "Black Crusaders". They go way too hard and half the other teams have dropped out.

Somehow has a 4.0 GPA while seeming preoccupied with "more important things." Howwww.

Tarik Torgaddon

Brings way too much beer to your first Friday night dorm party. Claims "Bro always shares his drinks!"

Leaves practical jokes everywhere - who put googly eyes on the toothbrushes?!

Always trying to get you to join the campus meme lodge with him. "Come on, it'll be fun! We just post poorly photoshopped history professors, I swear."

Never cleans the mini-fridge. Wonders why mystery science experiments started growing in there.

Burns popcorn at 3am trying to make "late night snacks." Fires the fire alarm and you both get written up.

Steals your lounging spot in the common room to "hold court" and tell loud stories to anyone who will listen.

Hogs the bathroom for hours getting ready to "go out in style" on the weekends. Comes back drenched and you don't wanna know from what.

Leaves you in charge of the dorm when he goes home for breaks. Comes back to three keggers you "somehow forgot" to tell him about.

Somehow always tests positive for COVID right before big exams. You're 95% sure he's faking to get out of studying.

He's a really fun dude and always has your back. Gonna miss this guy after graduation!

Garviel Loken

He wakes up at 6am every morning to do pushups and calisthenics in your room.

Never seen him drink or party. That one time you tried to get him to come to a frat party he responded with "Nah bro I gotta hit the hay early, lifting at 6 am."

Tries to get you to join the campus military re-enactment club. Insists you could benefit from "some discipline and camaraderie".

Cooking? You thought you were the one making ramen but he shows up with a whole homecooked meal like beef wellington from scratch. "My friend Tarik taught me."

That one time the fire alarm went off at 3am? He carried you and your mini fridge down the stairs in one go."

Always does his dishes immediately after using them. Not one speck of food left. The clean freak we all need but don't deserve.

Super into his classes, always studying. You often find him making color-coded notecards at 3am under his desk lamp.

Somehow still finds time to join every club and sport. Is president of the book club, captain of the ultimate frisbee team, volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends.

Has a strict 9pm lights out bedtime. You've tried stay up late to play game but he just throws a pillow at you look and says "some of us have 6ams."

Somehow always has cute girls knocking on your door asking "is Garrie there?". The chad energy is real.

Horus Aximand

The second you meet him you're like "Woah this dude looks EXACTLY like the frat bro president."

Helps you move in but 'accidentally' gets protective plating mixed in with your clothes and snacks. Whoops!

Forms LARP club which is really just him and 3 (actually 4) other guys who are all as intense as he is.

Constantly blasting Sabaton songs from his speaker. Claims it's for "battle prepping" but we all know he just loves some power metal.

Bonding over late night games of Smash Bros while deep in the existential crisis of your freshman year.

Always wears matching sweatsuits with "Little Horus" embroidered on the chest. Claims it's his sport team uniform but you've never seen him play any sports.

Making you try all the experimental protein shakes he conjures up in the mini fridge. You're scared but don't want to hurt his feelings. So many regrets.

Finding mysterious used bandages around the room. He swears they're from "glorious battles" but they're really just from the intramural dodgeball games.

That one time the fire alarm went off and he tried to purge it with a flamer.

Always "forgetting" he can lift a textbook one-handed and showing off to the swole bros.

#shiyorin's writer #wh40crack #the mournival #ezekyle abaddon #tarik torgaddon #garviel loken #horus aximand #lol #college au

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ice-cap-k · 6 months

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Tough Love, or Love's Tough?

This one got oddly personal. Take that as you will.

Cross-posted to AO3 here: Tough Love, or Love's Tough?

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Doc was having a really good day.

The sun was shining, the pesky bird was finally leaving him alone, and the grind was going well. The Perimeter was coming along nicely. He had fallen into an easy rhythm, laying copper and sandstone in repeating intervals until it came as easily as breathing. His body moved with subconscious ease of long worn muscle memory. Only an occasional leafy decoration broke up the monotony, both in his movements and in the pattern of his build.

Step forward, build up a layer of bricks and blocks. Step forward, build up a layer of bricks and blocks. Step forward, build up a layer of bricks and blocks.

There was something soothing about the repetitive task. It gave him something to direct all his focus on. It left no room for intrusive thoughts pulling at the back of his mind or stress. All of that had washed away.

He was so absorbed in the grind, he didn’t hear the pop of rockets until too late.

“Hey Doc!”

Doc took a moment to stand up and blink as he processed the voice. “Ren?” He barely manages to turn and face his friend before warm arms wrap him into a tight hug. For an instant, Doc is glad to see the other hermit. Ecstatic, even. But that’s quickly overridden by his better sense of judgment and the rush of panic that comes with the unintentional hiss rising in his throat. Every muscle tenses against embrace. “REN! NO!”

Ren doesn’t let go right away. Instead, he buries his head deeper into Doc’s shoulder and tightens his grip against his friend’s shove. It takes both arms and two of the creeper hybrid’s legs to finally separate the two of them. The flashing is just starting as they stumble apart. That little bit of separation is all Doc needs, though. As soon as they’re apart, the flashing ebbs away. The hissing takes a bit longer to die down, settling into an amused rumble in his chest.

“Ren, you know not to do that,” he scolded, but there was no real bite in his words. “No touching.”

Ren stands tall with his arms crossed in front of his chest. One of his suspenders hangs low on his shoulder where Doc had accidentally knocked it askew in the need to get away. There’s a pair of elytra hanging from his back. The edges of the wingtips are just barely visible as they stick out from behind him. Doc noted that he hadn’t even bothered taking them off before going in for the tackle. The crooked smile on the dog hybrid’s face makes it clear just how seriously he took the warning. That being, ‘not very.’

Doc chuffed, the rumbling emanating from deep in his chest as if to display his dissatisfaction.

He made a good show of being bothered, but in all honesty, Doc didn’t mind that much. This interaction was as time tested and true as their friendship. The two of them had gone through countless iterations of it over the years to varying degrees of success, depending on who you asked. If you asked Doc, he would consider a contactless free day a success. If you asked Ren, he would consider hugging the half-creeper until they both went up in a fiery blaze as a win, especially if their stuff wasn’t destroyed in the blast.

Such was the way of their natures. It’s surprising how well they get along, honestly. There’s so many ways they were opposite to each other. Doc was analytical, introverted, and often came off cold and callous. Ren was impulsive, outgoing, and wore his heart on his sleeve. A creeper and a dog. They were an unlikely pair, but neither man would hesitate to say the other was their best friend.

One thing they just couldn’t seem to get past, though, was physical contact. Doc could understand Ren’s point of view. He really could. His best friend was a dog-hybrid, and with that came the boundless desire for close proximity and touch. It was his love language like it was a golden retriever’s. Ren thrived on hugs and bumping into sides, jabbing elbows and arms tossed around shoulders. There was a part of Doc that wanted to give him that.

But he just couldn’t.

“Sorry dude,” Ren says with a shrug. “You know me. Gotta take what I can get.”

His ears perked on top of his head. There was a hopeful look in his eyes as he reached out to pat Doc’s shoulder, but this time Doc was ready for him. He flinched out of the way, steering clear of any physical contact. Ren didn’t look disappointed when his fingers met empty air. Instead, he shrugged it off. Ren knew that he had already pushed his luck too far. “Anyway, it’s good to see you, dude. I brought you that oak wood you wanted. Don’t worry about the charge on this batch.”

Same old Ren. “Ahh. You didn’t have to leave the mooshroom island for this. I could have come for it. That’s ehm… that’s perfect for what I am working on. Thank you.” He reaches out and takes the shulker box Ren holds out to him. It’s heavy in his palms. Ren must have filled it to capacity. It brings Doc’s own smile back to his face. He could always count on Ren. Now he didn’t have to spend hours on a tree farm.

“Dude, no worries. Ask me any time. Seriously. Actually…” He hunches his shoulders, shrugging as his eyes wander up to the sky. Doc can just make them out over the rim of Ren’s sunglasses. He almost looks sheepish, but Doc has learned how to read Ren’s visual cues over the years. His body language broadcasts so much more than his facial expressions. There’s a hopeful wag to his tail. The subtle shift from foot to foot where Ren is clearly too excited to stand still. An alertness to his ears, trained solely on Doc in anticipation of a reply to come. “I just finished restocking my disc shop and I’ve got some extra time on my hands. Want some help around the Perimeter?”

The smile on Doc’s face widens. “You brought all this, and now you want to help me with even more work?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Yeah! I thought we could hang out while we go at it. I’ve got some new Decked Out strategies I’d like to run by you.”

“Ah. I’m, ehm… I’m not sure how much help I would be but I wouldn’t mind the company, dude.”

Ren’s tail picked up its pace. “Certainly no worse than me.”

“Well, come on. I’ll give you some copper. Think you can repeat this pattern?”

“Without a doubt.”

Doc handed out a shulker’s worth of copper and the two got to work. Doc placed the sandstone, Ren the copper. Doc placed the sandstone, Ren the copper. Doc placed the sandstone, Ren the copper. It was a similar slip into a repeating rhythm like Doc had done before, but the work was going twice as fast now that he had company.

The conversation started on Decked Out. As they climbed the layers of the build, Ren discussed possible options to prevent Crank and what cards they were gunning for. Although, at this point they’d be happy to get their hands on any of the high cost cards.

Doc told Ren about the layout of the latest level he had in his head. Between the two of them, they covered the floors in detail to the point where they almost could draw up a map of the lower levels of the dungeon. Tango would probably frown on that, though.

They had just moved on to discussing Hazard in the game. “That’s why I’m working on my parkour skills,” Ren was saying from above Doc’s head. The light tink tink tink of copper tiles being laid could be heard in between the gaps of his words, loud enough that Doc could hear it, but only when Ren wasn’t talking over it. “If we can train up to tackle some of those traps, we’d be flying through the dungeon like Hypno.”

“I don’t know, dude. I’m not really good at parkour…” Doc had switched from sandstone to copper as well. He had propped himself up in the gaps between the previously built base of the wall. Four clawed feet dug grooves into the soft stone as he shaped his own set of tiles into a goat’s head. “Maybe we could talk to the other hermits and see if anyone has a good card against hazard instead?”

“Maybe. But I’m gonna level with you, dude. I don’t think anyone with that good of a card is going to trade with us for-whoa!”

Copper tiles clattered. Doc looked up, ready to ask what had happened when a large red and blue blur fell past him. “Ren!!”

Without even thinking, Doc dropped the copper in his hands and reached out with his bionic arm. Redstone pistons hissed and whizzed, activating the pneumatics in his finger joints. They clamped together just in time to wrap around Ren’s ankle. Gravity and momentum already had a hold of Ren, and they fought back. The arm groaned, but held sturdy under the backlash of holding his friend up. His organic shoulder wrenched painfully in its socket under the weight. Doc just barely managed to bite back a small cry of pain.

Ren, however, whimpered.

Doc held Ren there from his ankle. Between the pressure of the mechanics on his leg and the blood rushing to his head, Ren probably wasn’t feeling too good either. They were both breathing heavily, coming down from the rush of panic. The dog hybrid stared back up at him with big blue eyes, visible now that the sunglasses were hanging down over his forehead. “Uh, thanks man.” He reached into his pocket to pull out a rocket with shaking hands. The elytra on his back flipped outward, ready to catch the wind.

Doc let out a deep breath. Some of the tension left his shoulders with it. “Don’t mention it.”

“You could have just let me drop.”

“I could have.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I did not.”

“Why?”

In hindsight, that was a simple question. As shaken as Ren was by the fall, he did still have his elytra on. Even if he didn’t pull his rockets out in time he still could have easily switched to a gentle glide. “Because I panicked when I saw you fall,” he mumbled. He was trying not to look at the metallic appendages still wrapped around Ren’s ankle. Phantom sensations felt like goosebumps crawling up his arm. There was no skin to form them, but just the thought was enough to make it feel like the prosthetic wasn’t there anymore. As if he could actually feel the contact. That false sensation was already starting to cause a tightness at the back of his throat where a hiss was threatening to escape.

“And you’re touching me…?”

“Technically I am not,” Doc clarified, flexing the fingers in his redstone hand. It took a bit of mental willpower to keep steam from leaking out between his teeth. “And I don’t think I can pull you up, so are you ready to fly now?”

“Aw… Can’t you at least try pulling me up? At least let me grab onto the ledge so we can have a moment where you look down on me and something stirs in your heart and you realize you have it in you all along and that I’m worth changing for and saving. Then you can pull me up.”

“Ugh. You and your roleplay. Ehm.. Is this another Star Wars thing? That sounds a lot like the Luke and Darth Vader scene.”

Ren took off his lopsided shades with his free hand and winked. “Something like that.”

Doc rolled his eyes and let go of Ren.

There was a startled yelp below as Ren began plummeting, but it quickly turned to giggles as a rocket fired. Doc watched his friend right his trajectory, angling the set of wings so that the curve of their folds sent him rolling through the air back up to Doc. He landed on one of the copper ledges he had just finished placing. “Speaking of which,” he said, pocketing his rockets once more. “We should do a movie night again. I feel like it’s been ages.”

The creeper-hybrid loosened his grip on the sides of the sandstone so he could lower himself onto a nearby platform and give his legs a break. Curved horns bumped against the mural’s outer lining as he leaned back. “That’s a good idea. We can head back to my main base and set something up there.”

“Right now?”

Doc’s good eye went to the sun that was starting to sink in the sky. It was late evening, and they had been at it for hours. Then he looked down at the bundle of copper the two of them had dropped floating on the water lining the perimeter floor. Getting back into that rhythm wouldn’t be easy after that little scare, but he wasn’t leaving that copper to vanish. “Yeah. We got a lot done and it’s getting late. Thank you, by the way, for your help. It went a lot faster than I expected.”

“No problem, man.” Ren was all teeth and wide smiles as he stepped off his ledge and dropped onto the one Doc was standing on so they could look eye to eye. “It’s been fun. And now we’re going to have even more fun. Let’s fire up some popcorn, cause it’s MOVIE NIGHT!”

“Yes, well, you go on ahead. I need to pick up that copper and store it away for later.”

“Sure thing dude, but that means I get to pick the movie for tonight.” Ren pointed with both index fingers at Doc’s chest, shimmying his shoulders for added effect while his eyebrows shot up. It was a question disguised as a statement. Ren wouldn’t dare move until Doc gave the word.

“Yeah,” Doc said with a smirk. “Go ahead and knock yourself out.”

“You won’t regret it, Doc!”

Before the creeper hybrid can protest, Ren leans in and wraps an arm around his shoulder in a half-shake, half-hug before leaping off the mural platform. He doesn’t even look back to see the light pulsing under Doc’s skin that gradually begins to fade away as soon as he lets go.

Oh Ren. Doc snorts a bit of steam out his nose, squares his shoulders, and steps off the ledge himself. It’s a long drop down to the water below, and it will be an even longer flight back to the closest thing his base has to a ‘living room.’ That should give Ren plenty of time to have the TV and popcorn ready. Doc had a feeling he knew exactly what kind of movie his friend was in the mood for.

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Renbob is sitting on the couch in their little van. There isn’t much room here, but Doc agreed to this. He wasn’t normally claustrophobic, but this was hard on both of them. Especially Doc. Sure, Renbob said he cared about giving Doc some space, but he was clearly embracing the idea of a ‘togetherness’ mindset this season a little too much for Doc’s comfort.

“I’m fine sleeping outside,” Doc insisted. “It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve ever done it.”

“Oh, It’s not so bad. So what if I accidentally bump against you once or twice?”

“I care, Ren. And you’ll care when you roll over in your sleep and throw an arm over me. I’m pretty sure you’ll care then when I blow the van up.”

“But what about adventure, my dude?”

“I’ll go anywhere with you, Ren. Adventure is still on the table, but I need to figure out a different system than this.”

“Alright.” There’s disappointment crackling beneath the surface in Ren’s voice. He can hear it, despite Ren’s feeble attempt to cover it up with a cough. “You’re the man, Doc. I have faith in you. If anyone can figure out a way to make this work best for the both of us, it’s you.”

Doc turns, and when he blinks, Ren is dressed as smartly as he has ever seen him. He is also considerably younger than Doc has seen him in years. They’re standing in the center of the floor to a familiar build.

“We actually did it, Doc!” Ren was saying. “You and me together. I look forward to working together as future business partners.”

“Well, I don’t think I could have done it myself,” Doc said with an easy smile. He found himself leaning into a nearby table. The doors flung open and hermits started streaming in with diamonds at the ready.

“Ah, time to greet our guests.” He raises his voice, and tosses one arm around Doc’s shoulder. “Welcome everyone, to the Hermit Stock Exchange!”

Doc freezes, a low hiss rising from deep down within him. Ren pulls his arm away in a rush. A look of guilt crosses over his eyes, as if he felt bad for overstepping. Doc doesn’t notice the sheepish look, though. He’s more concerned about the way his shoulder feels oddly cold without Ren’s arm there anymore.

“Why hello there! Nice to meet you!”

Doc blinks, and the scenery has changed again. Him and his best friend are standing in the middle of nowhere. Some naturally formed forest with a stony patch that had no shape or value to it. Other hermits were scurrying through the trees and over rocks, gathering up materials to start building basic tools.

Ren looks even younger. There’s such a genuine smile and excited glint to the stranger’s eyes that Doc almost believes they actually mean what they say. Then they reach forward to grab his hand and he nearly jumps out of his skin.

“What are you doing,” he hisses, yanking his hand back. He can already see the pulsing light beneath the surface through the back of his hand. It itches where they touched him, a strange crawling sensation he wasn’t used to.

“Shaking your hand. Normally I’d go in for a hug, but I was told I have to tone it down a bit.”

Doc couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The sheer casualness in their tone, as though it was only natural.

“Who on Earth thinks it’s a good idea to shake hands with a creeper?”

“Oh, there’s no need to be worried about that. Clearly you’re different.”

“But-”

“Here. I’ll show you I don’t mind.”

With that, Ren launched himself at Doc with open arms and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Rendog was blown up by Docm77

Docm77 blew up

Doc’s eyes flew open.

Return of the Jedi was still playing on the big screen: the third installment of their especially long movie night turned sleep over.

That was one hell of a dream. What made it worse, though, was that it was real. All of it. He had brushed off Ren over and over again since the day they met.

Doc had been a loner by nature for years before meeting Ren. A life of solitude was normal for a creeper. People didn’t really entertain the idea of getting close to one. Receiving a hug still made the redstoner’s brain shut down a little whenever it happened. It was like being at someone’s mercy, knowing they have a hold of you and at any time could do anything at any point. Despite that, you don’t want to lash out because he could hurt them. He didn’t want to hurt someone whom he cares about. The need to “disengage” at odds with the need to “don’t act out” goes round and round in Doc’s head like a feedback loop, paralyzing him. He didn’t like it when he didn’t feel in control of himself.

It’s foolish. All of it. Doc understands that, but it’s easy to say ‘that’s not what’s happening’ until he’s wrapped up in a hug and the conundrum sets in.

Even if he was one to generally enjoy hugs (and just to be clear, he wasn't), it wouldn’t be enough to override creeper instincts. Creeper’s explode when they get close to a player. Simple as that. Doc was a hybrid, which helped dampen some of these instincts. He can get close to players, and with a little practice he eventually became able to manage some physical contact. A little fist bump or high five every now and then was doable. A hand shake is doable now, even if it wasn’t back then. Doc could keep himself in check long enough for something small like that.

He must have fallen asleep on the couch. The way his muscles protested when he went to move made that clear. He was too stiff. But the cushions were so cozy and warm, and Ren had been nice enough to toss a blanket over his four legs bundled up beneath him.

Doc moved to stretch out his rear set of legs when he noticed an odd weight against his side. Still feeling groggy, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and twisted to get a better look. There, curled up against his side, was Ren. The dog hybrid was literally curled up into himself, taking the smaller portion of the couch. His back was pressed into Doc’s flank, and his tail was draped over Doc’s back. Doc couldn’t make out his friend’s eyes behind the sunglasses still resting on his face, but looking at the steady rise and fall of his ribcage, Doc guessed Ren had fallen asleep too.

Fallen asleep… touching Doc.

It took a moment for the realization to sink in, and when it did the hiss started rising in his throat once more. It came involuntarily, no matter how tightly Doc tried to clamp his mouth shut.

Ren’s ears twitched at the noise. Before Doc can say or do anything else, Ren rolled over to put at least a foot of space between the two of them. He yawned and pulled off his shades. Bleary eyes blink at Doc as the hissing dies in his throat. “Sorry man. It’s been a while, so I thought I’d try the van trick. Are you okay?”

Steady breaths. Deep breaths. Doc’s side feels cold now.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Doc says with a nod. “It’s… It’s ok. That’s fine.”

It was fine, until he woke up. It was a little trick Ren had come up with back when they were exploring the world by van. The trick Ren came up with when Doc couldn’t think of a solution, because to Ren, the solution was natural. Keep a distance during daylight hours when work needed to be done and it was easier to avoid, and wait until Doc was asleep to stop worrying about all of that. Because when Doc was asleep, physical contact actually made him purr. At least, according to Ren it did. There was no way for Doc to verify it himself, but there had to be some truth to those words. After all, he hadn’t hissed or blown up in his sleep yet.

“I can move if you want…”

“No,” Doc breathed, leaning into the back cushion of the couch. It really was warm and inviting. “Just let me go back to sleep real quick.”

He caught sight of Ren’s tail swishing back and forth, silently glad that Doc wasn’t shooing him away. When he ends up falling asleep again, Ren will be back against his side. It’s the closest thing Doc can give him to physical affection. And that silent acceptance, despite his own nature, was Doc’s love language back to his best friend.

#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 17 #“Touch aversion”#hermitcraft #creative writing #temporary past death #docm77 #rendog #docm77 & rendog #platonic affection #differences in affection #cuddles(?)#I don't know guys I don't normally write cute moments

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iamvegorott · 6 months

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Ink Month 2023 Day 16

Spirit

"Listen, I don't mean any trouble." Chase held his hands up in surrender. "Just, you know, wandered a little too far." His smile trembled.

The one time he walked off somewhere without one of the others, he stumbled into an underground magic gathering. He could tell one wasn't a magic user since they aimed a gun at him while the others pointed a glowing hand, something he’d seen Marvin do countless times before during fights.

He really wished Marvin was here right now, but he was alone.

Chase needed to get that gun. If he could, he'd be in a somewhat better position.

"How did you 'accidentally' get here?" One of the magic users asked with a sneer.

"Trust me, I know less than you with that." Chase shrugged.

"Oh, bull-" The user's curse turned into a yelp of shock when one of the walls got blasted in, turning the drywall into projectiles.

"What-What was that!?" Another magic user asked between coughs.

"Where is he?" A deep, demanding voice echoed in the room.

Chase didn't look to see who owned the voice. He saw that the gun got dropped and the person was trying to get debris out of their eyes.

This was his chance.

He dove across the room, fumbling his feet, hands, and gun until he finally got a hold of the handle and turned to face the others, weapon up and finger ready on the trigger. But, once he witnessed the scene before him, he lowered the gun and could only watch in awe.

Marvin glided across the room. His feet barely brushed the ground as his whole body got engulfed by a glowing green aura. The aura has a cat shape toward the top as if Marvin had the aid of an otherworldly spirit. His eyes shone an even brighter green, hands doing the same as he threw them aside and caused the attacking magic users to fly into the remaining walls.

"Where is he!?" Marvin demanded again, showing no mercy as he went through all the users until only Chase remained. "Chase!" He perked up at seeing the other man. The aura faded away, as did the extra glowing. "There you are, darling." Marvin walked to Chase and held his face, giving him a once-over for any injuries. He was very glad to see none on him.

"That was so hot," Chase said with a chuckle, eyes soft and loving.

"When am I not?" Marvin giggled, kissing the tip of Chase's nose. "Let's go home, shall we?"

"That was so hot." Chase could only repeat that phrase.

"Adorable." Marvin rubbed Chase's cheeks with his thumbs before teleporting them away.

Someone else can clean the mess he left behind.

#trickshot #ink month 2023 #veggie ink month #veggie writes

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little-blackbird-atmidnight · 2 years

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Eddie munson headcanons

Not proofread,copy and pasted from my notes

Headcanons for being a singer and dating eddie, Steve and Billy are coming soon.

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Eddie Munson:

this boy loves your voice so much

Has tried recruiting you into Corroded Coffins more than once

You made a song dedicated to him

He almost fainted because of it

You were looking at him the whole time during the song

You love this idiot

And you sometimes get high with him

But you usually don’t and just watch over him to make sure he doesn’t accidentally Kill himself

“Baby I love you-“ “I love you too, Eddie.” “But baabbyyy.” “Yes?” “I really really love you.”

Eddie is pretty emotional when high Ngl

Anyways the kids and cult love you

Although you’re all he ever talks about now

You’re around often bc you still go to school

It’s weird since Jason is always trying to flirt with you

You don’t like it at all

Your friends are happy for you but are annoyed because now a lot of your songs are love songs for Eddie and it’s just-

They’re happy, just annoyed.

Although they don’t miss you singing A Man without Love on repeat

So they’re kinda contempt with this

But anyways they threatened Eddie that if he hurt you, he would feel their wrath <33

When you met Wayne, he knew you would be good for Eddie. Your decently calm personality had balanced his usually energetic one.

Although he went with the “What are your intentions with my boy?”

You stared at him as if he hadn’t heard the new album of love songs dedicated to said nephew.

He has

Many times

Eddie wouldn’t stop blasting them from his room and van for weeks

Wayne knew every song and the lyrics and he didn’t know how to feel

On one hand, Eddie found someone he loved and that someone loved him dearly

On the other hand, he didn’t know if he could stand hearing it again.

But he likes you

You’re like another son to him

It’s not uncommon to see you passed out on Eddie’s chest in the living room late in the day

Or to see you two asleep on the couch at like midnight while some random show plays

It’s odd for Wayne at first

Seeing Eddie so

Loving

Towards someone

He knew you were the one for Eddie when he saw you softly singing to him when he was having a nightmare.

“Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars,” you held Eddie close to you, watching as he slowly started to relax again. “Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore.”

All sleep was gone from your eyes and system, all your attention was on your boyfriend.

“You’re all I long for, all I worship and adore. In other words, please be true. In other words, in other words, I love you.”

You didn’t notice that the door had opened slightly.

But that morning, you did notice the grateful looks that Wayne gave you once he saw how happy Eddie was.

you love him

He loves you

His uncle loves you like family

He’s expecting you two to get married soon <333

But anyways

The first time he went over to your house to meet your parents, it was absolute chaos.

Apparently your band usually stays at your place and you all do everything to annoy the others.

He walked in on you sneaking on the drummer with your guitar in hand.

“sWEET CAROLINE, BA BA BAAA-“

You’re an idiot

But now you’re his second idiot in the family

Your parents and Wayne agree that you two were basically made for each other,

But back to dating Eddie

Dates usually consist of going to concerts, making more music for both your band and Corroded Coffins

Sometimes he’ll take you to Lovers Lake

You enjoy coming to his campaigns

Apparently you had taught your band how to play it,

But it was a surprise to see you walk into the club and sit on Eddie’s lap

He loves when you sit on his lap

You usually do during a campaign and you don’t want to leave him

While the others are deciding what type of attack or what to do, he’ll smother you in kisses

But he does that either way

You saw Dustin gagging when Eddie kissed you in the middle of his sentence

Neck kisses are a must

Forehead kisses

Everywhere.

You go to his concerts when you can

He goes to yours

He’ll take the kids with him

Erica decided that she likes you

You became another dad to the kids,

Eddie introduced you to Steve, Nancy and Robin

You and Robin now team up to bully Steve

But in a loving, Platonic with a capital P way.

You and the girls have nights where you have fun but to the others it seems like you three are planning to commit murder

You’re Robin’s new wingman

But they all agreed you and Eddie are both a power couple and annoying af sometimes

With being a singer, you often leave for concerts but you put it on hold for school.

You being with Eddie gave his hand more recognition and publicity

So there’s a lot more fans

Who knows, after graduation you two may end up going on tour together

We do love ignoring canon <333

Anyways

You love Eddie and Eddie loves you

Nothing will ever separate you two

<333

Eddie my love

#eddie munson x male reader #x reader #x male reader #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson

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fanboo · 1 year

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Sometimes All You Need Is Family

Dteam X Reader (Family)

You and your boyfriend were arguing. You didn’t remember why it started, just that it was over something silly. Until he mentioned what he did for New Years. “Y/N, it didn’t mean anything, I’m sorry, it was just-”

“Just what? You cheated. That’s something you don’t do accidentally,” you snapped. He looked down, mouth closed. Both of you were crying. “Maybe it’s best you leave.” He looked up at you. “What?” He whispered. “Go. Get out. I don’t think we can stay together. Just leave,” you repeated. “Go away.”

Your now ex-boyfriend sniffled and left. As soon as you heard the door shut, you fell to the floor in tears. Your brother, who had been waiting for Karl to leave, ran to you and pulled you against him. “Hey. Hey, breathe.” He kissed the top of your head. “He’s gone. I’m here. I’m here, Y/N.” You hugged him as tight as you could.

“George I don’t want to be alone,” you sobbed. He helped you stand up and led you to the living room, with Sapnap and Dream. One look from him confirmed their suspicions, and they jumped to position. Dream got the speakers ready for music of anyone’s choice, and Sapnap took you from George. The three of them were like brothers to you, ignoring George being your actual blood brother, of course.

Sapnap held you against him on the couch as he let you choose the playlist you wanted to blast. You chose one that always made you dance. It was your favorite because it got Dream to sing, which you loved. “Jam sesh time?” Sapnap said in a half teasing voice. You nodded and you pulled you off the couch. He made you start dancing with him until you were smiling, then passed you to Dream.

Dream was, as expected, singing. He was singing and dancing a silly little dance that caused you to start laughing. Your friends all jumped excitedly and laughed when they heard it. George started cheering. “Oh shut up!” You laughed, letting Dream lead you in his goofy dance.

Pretty soon, the four of you (plus Patches) we’re all doing goofy dances and singing to your playlist in the living room. “Thanks guys. I needed that,” you said after everyone calmed down. Your brothers all hugged you. “Sometimes you just need a dance break,” Dream said. “We’re here for you,” Sapnap said, to which George nodded along. “Always.”

#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #reader insert #dream smp #mcytumblr #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound #Sapnap #dreamwastaken #Georgenotfound x Reader #dteam

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duhragonball · 1 year

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Dragon Ball GT 44

✨GT Stands for Glorious Tresses✨

Last time, Dr. Gero and Dr. Mu had two Android 17′s working for them. Their new version, “Hell Fighter 17″ is currently battling Vegeta, while the original 17 is on his way to lend a hand. Or he would be if he hadn’t stopped along the way to try to mind-control 18 into joining him.

I don’t understand this scene, because Original 17 is himself being mind-controlled, which is the only reason he’s cooperating with Dr. Gero, whom he has always resented. And yet, Gero and Mu never ordered him to recruit 18 this way, so it’s like he’s resisting somehow, except he’s trying to mind-control her, so how does that work? Anyway, he almost succeeds, until Krillin reminds him that he always hated Gero, and that sort of snaps him out of it. So 17 kills Krillin in a fit of confusion, and that snaps 18 out it.

18 runs wild, attacking 17 in an emotional frenzy, but it doesn’t work. 17 then tries to kill Marron as she flees, so 18 takes the blast instead. She passes out as she reaches over for Krillin’s hand, and tells him she loved him.

I just want to say that, as much as I hate GT’s penchant for making all the main characters dress like they just got out of church, 18 is the only one who managed to pull this look off. Respect.

Meanwhile, in hell, Cell and Frieza have defeated Goku, not by overpowering him, but by using the (super)natural environment of Hell against him. There’s some sort of ice trap that can freeze Goku, and that seems to hold him long enough for them to strike a killing blow, but then the ice starts to melt. According to... some old lady who is never properly introduced to the story, this ice deal only works on dead people. Since Goku is still alive, he thaws out immediately.

But Cell and Frieza are very much dead, which means it works just fine on the two of them. And now that Goku’s seen how the ice machine works, he turns it on his enemies, and catches them in their own trap. Then he accidentally knocks them over, and their bodies shatter.

This is... kind of cute, but it’s a total waste of Cell and Frieza. Even if only one of them had been in this battle, it would still be a huge waste of that kind of star power, and Toei used both of them.

Meanwhile, General Rildo appears to be the only dead villain still active in the field, and he’s beating up Gohan. He manages to turn two of Gohan’s limbs into metal, immobilizing him, but before he can finish him off, Uub shows up and takes out Rildo in one hit.

I suppose this is fitting, since Goku said Rildo’s ki is “even greater than Buu’s”, and Uub now has the full power of Majin Buu, in addition to his own strength, so he ought to be able to pull off a stunt like this. On the other hand, these dead villains were a total joke. If heavyweights like Cell and Rildo couldn’t get anywhere, what good were the Red Ribbon guys and Nappa supposed to be? This was just busywork to give the supporting characters something to do.

Giru turns Gohan’s metallized arm and leg back to normal, and they all head off to help Vegeta.

When they find him, the other 17 arrives, and Gero and Mu explain, rather painstakingly, that the two 17′s will combine to form a super warrior. For some reason, the good guys just stand there and watch. In particular, Vegeta seems extremely confused by the entire thing, despite Gero and Mu spelling it out for him.

Everyone tries to attack 17 (though no one turns Super Saiyan), and 17 just no-sells all their attacks, basically repeating Cell’s whole deal when he became Perfect.

Then 17 goes on the offensive, and we get this stupid sequences where it’s just still images of him hitting each good guy, but with speed lines animated over it, and they shake the image a little. It’s the cheapest bullshit ever.

Then everyone turns Super Saiyan, but it doesn’t make any difference.

Super 17 uses a new technique called “Flash Bomber” to show the good guys the folly of their resistance. I seem to remember this being especially cheap in the Xenoverse games.

But it apparently doesn’t do jack shit, so Vegeta busts out his new move, Final Shine Attack. It’s just a green, one-handed Final Flash.

And it doesn’t do jack-shit either, so Super 17 just uses Flash Bomber a second time. This show absolutely sucks dick. It sucks eggs. It sucks shit. It sucks rocks. It sucks a lemon.

Meanwhile, Goku appeals to King Yemma, asking to be sent back to Earth, but Yemma can’t do it. This is stupid, because Goku doesn’t need King Yemma’s help. He can just turn Super Saiyan 4 and use Instant Transmission to go back.

According to Yemma, there is a “great power” at work between the Earth and Otherworld, and it’s interfering with his authority over Hell. As he says this, we see one of the classic Dragon Balls begin to crack. So presumably this is tied in with whatever Yemma’s talking about.

Then Piccolo cuts in and asks King Yemma to send him to Hell to help Goku. Piccolo died in Episode 41, and he’s been sent to Heaven, but he has an idea, and he needs to be in Hell to make it work. But Yemma refuses, saying that once he’s assigned a soul to the afterlife, he cannot change that assignment, no matter what. Irritated, Piccolo starts shooting stuff in Heaven, claiming to still be a villain. That enrages Yemma, so he sends him to Hell after all.

And now Piccolo has a free hand to try out his idea. Spoiler alert: It sucks.

✨”Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

This whole episode is like a highlight reel of every crappy cliche used in Dragon Ball Z. Characters standing perfectly still and allowing their enemy to transform. Characters beating each other up but doing no actual damage, so they just get up and keep fighting anyway, with no sign of injury or fatigue. Characters winning fights simply because the plot calls for it.

The thing is, Dragon Ball Z usually did it right. When Nappa attacked Tien, he didn’t just use a big move and then Tien lay down for a few minutes before getting right back up. No, Nappa hit Tien and broke off his arm. So even though Tien got up and kept fighting, there was a clear indication that he had been hurt.

When Vegeta fought Android 19, he basically let 19 work him over, but none of it hurt him. This wasn’t done to extend the fight, it was for the sake of getting 19 to try to drain Vegeta’s energy, so that he could rip off his hands and neutralize that ability. And when Vegeta used his big new technique, it worked.

When Vegeta used the Final Flash on Cell, it didn’t work, but it did blow off a large chunk of Cell’s body, showing how effective it was. Cell then grew it all back, and started beating the shit out of Vegeta. What Vegeta did not do was repeat the Final Flash several more times.

It’s kind of ridiculous to me that Cell and Frieza spent a considerable amount of time perfecting the Hell Buster Technique, yet never thought to ask whether it would be effective on a live opponent. I guess they were too busy doing absolutely nothing else.

It really pisses me off how they remembered Giru’s device for reversing the metalization ray, but they forgot about Goku’s Instant Transmission, which he used repeatedly throughout Episode 40, which wasn’t even that long ago.

✨Is this episode worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

Yes! It’s not as awful as Episode 43, but it’s really fucking terrible.

✨Positivity Page✨

It’s not much, but at least we finally got both 17′s merged together so they can stop doing this stupid “we are one” shtick. I’m not a big fan of Super 17, but at least there’s only one of him.

Also, this will be a lot less confusing for Vegeta.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Vegeta versus

Super 17. Two kids

Spamming ki supers.

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nickcarr-scoutstories · 1 year

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“I once peed on the statue of David,” says the older man riding in my car. And the weirdest thing is, I’m pretty sure he’s telling the truth.

I’ve been driving around with this man for several days now. An artist (painter, photographer, sculptor, etc, etc), he’s also a personal friend of the director, who has asked him to help advise on the overall look of the film I’m scouting for. I’ve been tasked with driving him to visit all the location selects so he can suggest innovative ways to storyboard them.

We’ve had an interesting few days together. After hours of awkward silence initially, we finally found common ground over a shared love of punk music when my phone accidentally started blasting it out of my car’s speakers, and he insisted I play it louder. We further bonded over the fact that I had lived in Italy years ago during college, near where he had gone to art school in the 1960s.

He’s since shared a lot about his life, and it’s become clear that this small, quiet man in my car is actually quite fearless, and has put himself in some incredibly dangerous situations over the years to achieve his art.

I’m reminiscing about my travels through Florence, and I mention I had some trouble when my brother, also an artist, came out to stay with me for a few weeks. For some reason, he was determined to touch every famous sculpture we came across, no matter how many velvet ropes and watchful guards and angry older brothers were there to try and stop him. And so he did, at museum after museum, gallery after gallery. In fact, he even got us kicked out of Michelangelo’s Tomb of Giuliano de’ Medici for touching Night.

“That’s just part of being an artist,” the man in my car says. “It’s important to go through a period when you need to prove you’re above those that came before you. Like a Greek god killing his father.”

“And if you think briefly touching a sculpture that’s been around for hundreds of years is a crime,” he continues, “consider what I did. I once peed on the statue of David.”

Long pause as I wait for the follow-up where he tells me the punchline to what must be a joke. It doesn’t come.

“Are you…serious?” I ask slowly, totally unsure if he’s putting me on or not.

“Oh, very serious,” he says. “It was back in the 60s. Like your brother, I had something to prove over the artists who came before me. So I decided that, as my final project for art school, I was going to pee on the statue of David.”

“What happened?” I ask.

“I treated it like I would any other art project. I was going to do it. It was just a question of when and how.

“So I came up with a ritual that I would repeat each day. I made a bag lunch in the morning. I arrived at the Accademia upon opening, with a small folding chair. And I would sit and stare at the statue all day. I would eat lunch there. I would go to the bathroom there. And I would only leave at the end of the day when the museum closed.

“I did this day after day, week after week. And I studied every facet of the daily operation of the museum.

“I knew the individual guards. I knew their routines. I knew their personalities. When they would take their lunch breaks. When they took bathroom breaks. When they snuck away for a cigarette.

“I knew the maintenance workers. When they’d come to clean, and for how long. There was one in particular who used a wooden ladder, and often left it against the wall. This was key, as the statue is on a base seven feet off the ground.

“I knew the museum staff. When they’d come to work on exhibitions, and when they tended to be off in their offices.

“And I knew the habits of the visitors. When it was mostly tourists, when it was mostly students. When the crowds grew large, and when they were nonexistent.

“I studied this week after week, month after month, until I finally pinpointed exactly the day and time I would have a window where no one was in the gallery.

“And so the day came. I made my lunch. Arrived with my chair. I set up in my usual location. And I stared at David, waiting for the moment to arrive.

“And then it came, and it was like watching a perfectly made clock operate. The last guest stepped out of the room. The guard saw his moment to escape to the bathroom. The ladder was leaning against a wall. I was alone with the statue. And I knew I only had under two minutes.

“I quickly got the ladder and leaned it against the statue. I climbed up to the base. I undid my pants. It was the perfect moment. And then – I couldn’t go.

“I was in a panic. I had worked so hard and so long, and here I was in the moment, and I couldn’t do it.

“’No,’ I told myself. ‘You can do this.’ I relaxed. I focused. And then – the stream came. And I peed all over David.”

“Then what happened?” I ask.

“I quickly pulled up my pants and returned the ladder, just as the guard returned. And I left.”

“Did anyone ever find out?”

“I don’t know. I never went back.”

“Huh,” I say, absolutely perplexed as to how to digest this story. “Well, this many decades later, are you glad you did it?”

A small smile raises in the corner of his lips. “Of course!” he says quietly, as if I’ve just asked the most foolish question in the world.

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