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futureplayboibunnie · 10 months

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let them bleed for all I care

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

being fuckbuddies with Miguel O’Hara wasn’t easy when you were both intensely yearning

another angsty so damn wrapped up in romance brainrot blurb piece of this man because i’m still insane. this is definitely a self serve fic but idc i’m sharing anyway. ALSO THERES A PART 2!

warnings: angsty sweet nothings and confessions, mutual INTENSE pining, sensuallll (tehehe), waking up in bed, lil fluffy

A dim glow coated your room and in turn, clutched at your heart. The rows of streetlights outside beaming against the deep dark horizon and peeping through the unsheathed window offered the perfect fuzzy gleam to make Miguel's face look even more perfect. Being twisted and disheveled in bedsheets with a man that struggled with letting anyone in would be a shocking revelation two months beforehand.

Miguel was...untrusting and cold, everyone seemed to come to that conclusion with him. He was a force of nature, something that you once thought was inhuman and unfeeling, that harsh and abrasive exterior being a tremendous cover for the lack of constructive outlets he had. At least he knew where he stood with everyone, living with himself in isolation was a form of self-preservation- and he was fine with it, but he wasn't happy with it. He had a tendency to lose himself in his rage or his panic, his body bore the brunt of it all. He would practically work his fingers to the bone in order to not talk to anyone, it was definitely a highlighted page of his own personal book of dramatic effects. You didn't want to just see the picture of himself he's painted- you wanted to fucking admire it like a lovesick fool. There were so many failed attempts to get closer to him, he was so dedicated to proving himself to be this leader that didn't need the weakness of having anyone, and that in turn only made him spiral into his own misery. Miguel tried so hard to not let you in, it was almost admirable if it wasn't so damn saddening. Every time you thought you were getting closer to him, he dismissed you and bit a clippy ‘’I'm fine. Leave.’’ It wasn't until you took advantage of the fact he doesn't have spidey senses and just swung onto his platform and just hugged him everything just went blank. Ever since then, he's called your name in the dark and contemplated on the zeal in which he would destroy those who would harm you. He had denied every single impulse he's ever had for you out of some misbegotten respect to his own personal impending doom to which he was still so attached.

Being fuck buddies had its benefits, no strings attached. You just had to tamper down your own feelings for him. It was easy enough for a while. You'd fuck, clean up and then leave in different directions. The routine changed though. You'd lay in bed a lot longer, you'd just hold each other and feel each other's skin. Neither of you would talk about it after. Miguel was lonely. He didn't like to admit it but he was. These clandestine moments with you were the only opportunity he had to breathe and let out everything inside of him.

Your head was on his chest, naked bodies tangled with each other as his arms held you steady and embraced you, your leg curled up and rested on his thighs, one hand buried in your hair and the other one resting on the dip of your waist feeling the curve of your skin. You were so warm, so soft, so good. Miguel liked it when you touched him like this, his body just constantly craved your contact.

Romance was never on the table for a man like him so obviously his body acted like it, he hadn't had the time for it until you came into his life and left your everlasting and distinctive mark. You fucked like a pornstar. Miguel's fingers stroked through your hair, breathing in the pretty scent committing it to memory. The atmosphere between you both was heavy and dense like you needed to talk about something but neither of you was committing to budge your will, you gazed at the marks on vour arms. The son of a bitch was so rough... just how you liked it, the punctures in your skin that his claws made only showcased such a thing. Your brows furrowed as you hummed at the sight of it.

‘’Too rough?’’ Miguel raised his eyebrow at your purpose, his voice gritty and not sympathetic in the slightest.

‘’No...perfect.’’ You replied under your breath, slightly saddened that this is all you'll ever be to each other. Just a fuck. The way you said it made his heart cave and a sense of confusion transferred onto his face. Is that what you thought of him? Or just the way he could fuck you. He turned his face to the side to gape at you with burning eyes, you looked so hazy and angelic, he grabbed your face in both of his hands and cradled it whilst using his thumb to smooth out the skin of your cheeks. Your eyes widened at his unexpected action of tenderness, his thumb traveled to your supple lips conveying a desperate and willing look on your face. Miguel's brows wilted sincerely and his mouth unhinged open as if he was going to say something.

“'What is it?”You murmured wantonly, a strange flame of desire burning into your chest, he has the ability to make or break you. He's always had the power to do that, you just weren't sure if he was willing to see it.

“'I've been...having bad dreams.'” Miguel's eyes diverted from yours as if he was embarrassed to say it, to admit that he was afraid. He wanted to ask something from you, he was sure it was going over the boundary of fuck buddies but he needed to ease his straining mind.

“'About?'” You implored but he just gave you a hard scowl filled with hubris. You sighed at his silence and just grabbed the hand that was on your face and kissed his palm. Miguel felt every single hair on his body stands to attention, litter of goosebumps trailed at his back at your ministrations and he felt it echo through his very soul. Both of you were going too far, breaching the terms of your agreement but you were two sad and lonely people trying to fill the void with the warmth of another person's body. “For God's sake, when will you stop being so noble?”

Miguel drank in your question and he uttered the words he knew would get him kicked out. “Can I stay tonight?”

“Miguel-“

“Please.”

Your hands raked through his hair, needy eyes searching his flitting from perfect feature to feature trying to understand if any of this was real. Did he feel what you felt for him? Or was he just too tired to go home? You didn't want to ponder the latter, you captured your lips with his gently as a confirmation. Your head rested against his chest, tracing your fingers against his skin like an odd form of tenderness. You didn't like what you were feeling: you were starting to fall in love with him.

Miguel awoke in a daze, his vision blurring into shapes and stars as the nightfall outside seeped into your room. He felt your warmth beside him and it soothed the wits about him, your steady breathing offered an equilibrium that he never had. A wave of protectiveness washed over him- his sentiments have always stayed the same when it came to you. What besides love inspires such pain and yearning?

Miguel leaned in and kissed behind your ear as you mumbled into nothing and your hands slid beneath the pillow as you stretched. Your hair fell with such ease and grace, a hazed-out mess on the bedsheets as your frame indented into the mattress, slivers of skin peeking out as you tangled and breathed. If anyone laid a finger on you it would be his undoing. He'd send them screaming back to hell, the dark thought sliced through his brain and he glanced at you to nullify it. He leaned up and sat on the edge of his side of the bed, Miguel glanced at you again to make sure you were sleeping. He clenched his jaw and a hand ran down his naked back and rested on his neck- as if he were trying to find the words to start a confession. A bubbling of words started to build up within him, he felt a need to just verbally say this out loud to you but without you actually knowing of it consciously. Miguel elbows dug into his legs as he gazed at his intertwined fingertips and let out a breath, finally finding the words he's always wanted to say to you.

“I don't know what's happening to me,” He began “I don't know why I've let it get this far. I shouldn't have given into my own selfish demands. Hell, I've done it once before and a whole fuckin’ universe collapsed...dios mio.” He raked an exasperated hand through his hair at the painful memory that was seared into his mind. “You just had to ruin everything for me, you just had to fuckin’ touch me and I was yours, now what kind of pathetic does that make me? What do I do with all this? What do I do with you?” Miguel paused to regain his self control and calm his frustrations but a sliver of sadness dropped into his chest instead.

“It's funny... You're so easy to hate. You're so easy to love. What the hell do I do with this hermosa? Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, just tell me what you want...tell me what you want from me...cause it feels like you're just taking it at this point. You're taking from me and now I'm fuckin’ broken down and hungry for you like a dog waiting for scraps hermosa. The rational part of me hates it but the other rabid part is just begging at your feet. I'm like a fuckin’ mutt for you...I'm in love with you mi vida.” Those words fit perfectly in his mouth: I'm in love with you. It tasted fucking glorious, it tasted sweet and sad at the same time, it was revolutionary. It was like those words were destined to come out of his mouth, just for you to hear. “It's ironic because you'd probably kick me in the teeth for saying such a 'formidable’ thing but I'm not blind, I can't deny what's in front of me and I don't want to keep ignoring it.’

A soft inhale of your breath ended his confession, you twisted your body to the side as your cheek was planted in the pillow facing him. You stretched out your arm onto his side of th bed as if you were reaching out for him, wanting to find his warmth. Miguel couldn't help but admire you in a trance like state while you were like this, at your most natural, at your most beautiful. He'd seen your face contorted in pleasure when he fucked into you, your body arch into his touch when his face was buried between the sweet valley of your thighs but he had never seen you look like this. Like an angel from the clouds as the white sheet barely covered you- you looked like a painting. Your long lashes were fanned out against your cheek and your lips were parted for your gentle breathing, the swell of your chest rising and falling in a synchronised rhythm. You looked perfect. He hated it.

Miguel slipped back into bed and under the sheets, finding your warmth once again. He held onto you, his palm clutching at your waist as your head eased onto his chest. His brows tensed before he kissed your temple, a thought occured to him. Every day he was with you and had you were the days he would go home and sleep soundly and didn't dream, he hadn't thought there was a correlation, now he connected the dots and the picture became all the more clearer. There was nothing he could do. He just had to suppress his needs and desires and put everything else in front of him.

Your eyes seeped in the tiredness the beginning of the morning offered, and the chirping of the birds outside of your window echoed through your ears, serving as a gentle reminder of the night before. A heavy feeling set in your chest as you turned your gaze to Miguel's broad and bare back, worry glazed over your eyes as you remembered the words he uttered last night when he thought you were asleep. You couldn't believe it...you wouldn't believe that all this time you weren't alone in your yearning. You couldn't quite grasp that you had Miguel O’Hara on his knees, begging to love you.

You wanted to take it from him so bad but a pang of guilt started eating at you. Your arms immediately embraced his frame as you nuzzled his neck and inhaled the deep cadence of the lingering notes of cologne from last night. Miguel's soft copper hair was messy and disrupted, without thinking you raked your fingers through his hair. Miguel was already awake, he felt it and he grumbled into it, melting against your blessed touch. Your other hand traced down his broad shoulders and his back, feeling his skin, tracing the pads of your fingers down his warm, golden flesh.

"Hmm." Miguel breathed raggedly at the sensation. “Morning.” you kissed his shoulder as you nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling deeply. Miguel's eyes widened at your action, unsure as to why you were showering him with affection- it's never been like this before. You've never woken up with each other before. Miguel struggled to leave and get out of your hold and it seemed like you were doing it on purpose.

“Don't leave...”You whispered woefully in his ear, planting a kiss on the base of his neck. “Don't leave me...” Miguel was stunned and it was obvious by the way his brows furrowed, he wasn't sure if it was the fact he just woke up or if it was his half-crazed manic mind playing tricks on him.

He twisted his body to face you, his cheek buried in the pillow and the look you shared was that of pure longing, your hands went to his hair again, tracing the outlines of his face with your thumb. “I heard you...” Your sad eyes were lit by the liquid gold of the sun, Miguel would have been entranced if any other words fell out of those pretty lips of yours. He wasn't so lucky. He heard the exact thing that his very soul was dreading.

“I'm sorry you had to.” Miguel's eyes shot open and glared a hole into your face when he said it, feeling genuinely sorry for you. Instead of saying anything you moved your body and clambered onto his lap and bent down to kiss him tenderly. His calloused palms felt at your thighs and the outskirts of them, your hair fell to the side as your bodies slid over each other. Miguel was confused at what you felt, what you wanted and what you were doing- you were just so damn hard to read sometimes. You nuzzled your head into his neck and breathed him in deeply, his massive arms wrapping around you tightly like he would die if he let go.

"You know, I was never scared of you and I thought that made me stupid. Naive. You name it. You were so good at scaring people off, it was admirable, I couldn't help but be in fucking awe of you when you were being so…dangerous.” You spoke gently as your fingers went to trace something undistinct on his chest. “The others warned me that you'd probably rip my tongue out of my gaping mouth if I ever tried anything at all with you and I was half expecting you to break me in half like a toothpick when I just...held you....for the first time. Even if you did break me in half I would've relished every second of it, I think I've spent so much time practically begging you to just…break me.” Your voice faltered slightly and a smattering of whirlwind emotions started to rise within you. Miguel was hooked on your every word like a dog with a bird at your door. “When you told me you wanted me to touch you and that you wanted to touch me, I felt like... a teenager being asked out by an allstar jock. It was pathetic but I didn't care. It was you...and bit by bit, minute by minute I started to fall in love with you. I thought I was being a fucking idiot because who the hell was I to fall in love with Miguel O'Hara?” Miguel's silence was gruelling and heavy, he didn't want to answer your question becuase if he started he wouldn't be able to stop. His lips pressed against your temple and as always you melted into him.

“Don't think that little of yourself. I don't like it.” He murmured.

“It's not fair to you at all...all of this, I know that. All of these secrets bleeding into each other when you already have the weight of the whole fucking multiverse on those broad and tired shoulders.”

“Let them bleed for all I care.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman x y/n #across the spiderverse

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snowfll · 4 months

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A Soldier I Will Be II; Treech

pairing - Treech x Mentor!reader summary - you try to convince Treech to escape with you, but he refuses to put you in jeopardy words - 1.47k warning- more fluff! note - this is part 2!! ik its much shorter than part 1 but i wanted to get it out asap for you guys <3 idk if theres gonna be a part 3, but I have other plans for fanfics so stay tuned!! part 1 part 3

The next day dawned with a sense of impending doom that was waiting for the tributes as all tributes and mentors were taken to visit the arena. The atmosphere was filled with tension, as the tributes prepared to scout the floors they would eventually die on. ‘enjoy the show!’ was heard coming from the machines as everyone entered the arena.

You stayed close to Treech, offering silent support, as he walked around taking the surroundings in. Reaching for his hand, you could tell he was scared, his once scowl-filled face was replaced with a frown. You squeezed his hand in an attempt to calm the fear rising in his system.

As you looked around you noticed there weren’t many hiding spots— there was not one. “C’mon, let's look around and find a strategy for once the game starts,” You spoke dragging his hand into the middle of the arena.

The cornucopia wasn’t there yet, but you explained to him how there would be weapons, most likely an axe, and he needed to grab it and run. He barely spoke, only nodding at everything you said or tightening his grip on your hand to show his understanding.

“Hey, lumberjack.” A voice called out to Treech, who turned back to look for you and Lamina as he called for Lamina to follow him to meet the other tribute. “No just you. Just you.” As the girl spoke, he turned back once again, but this time only making eye contact with you. You shook your head at him trying to guide him into staying with Lamina, but he ignored you and walked towards the group of three tributes.

You couldn’t help but notice the sadness on Lamina’s face as he turned away from her. Once she started to tear up, you turned to watch Treech as he talked with his new allies. He could sense your eyes on him, turning his head, he was met with a face of disappointment. Walking over to him, the tributes next to him took notice and started to act as if they were going to attack you if you came any closer.

“You hurt her, they kill you,” he warned them while turning to stand with an arm in front of you in a protective manner. He was angry, he already betrayed Lamina for them, and he wasn’t going to let them hurt you as well. You grabbed his hand in one and laid the other on his shoulder, before whispering in his ear that you would be okay. The effort made to calm him down worked as his puffed shoulders relaxed and he took a step back.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the room shattered as a deafening explosion echoed through the arena. Panic ensued as smoke and pieces of concrete flew through the arena. The ground shook beneath your feet as you fell to the floor. Treech immediately followed you only to cover you from the initial blow of the explosion.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here”, he called out for you, trying to get you to safety where the other mentors and tributes escaped, but you stayed put. “What’s wrong are you hurt?” He knelt next to you checking everywhere on your body for any signs of injury.

“It’s a miracle, Treech, they are all distracted,” he looked at you as if you were crazy, confusion written all over his face. “We can escape and they won’t notice until we are long gone.” You tried to convince him to leave through the exit on the opposite side where the peacekeepers were stationed.

“Miracles don’t last, sweetie," he shook his head, once again trying to drag you to the main entrance. By now, almost everyone had exited the rubble, only Lucy Gray helping Coriolanus, who was stuck under a large piece of debris.

“Exactly, and we won’t if we stay,” you stared at him with a look of desperation. “Run away with me, right now while we can." It wasn’t enough to convince him, sure he wanted to escape—he wanted nothing but to be with you away from the Capital.

“No, sweetie, if we get caught, your whole life is ruined. I can’t-,” he paused, “I won’t let you do that to yourself. You have so much to live for.” He made one final attempt to drag you toward everyone else, and thankfully for him, he was successful.

Once you made it outside, the peacekeepers took you from him, but you escaped their grip and ran back into his arms. His arms made their way around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck. If it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have made it out of the arena, caught up in the fantasy of escaping, you didn’t notice the ceiling falling around you. Though he did, he protected and guided you to safety, an act of selfishness that made you realize how much you owed to him. You knew you had to get him out of the Hunger Games one way or another.

Finally, peacekeepers from both sides ripped you apart from each other and pushed you both into vans. His filled with the other tributes while yours was filled with injured mentors who needed to be driven to the hospital.

As they slammed the doors, a nurse put you in a bed next to Coriolanus, who seemed to be unconscious. Although you the nurse know you were fine, she ignored you as you protested that you didn’t need help. However you did need help, as soon as your head hit the pillow, you met a fate similar to the boy next to you.

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Regaining consciousness, you looked around to find yourself lying in the infirmary. The room was half empty, the only people around were Coriolanus with Tigris by his side and Sejanus by yours. There were a couple of nurses scattered around, but they were too focused on what was playing on the tv. The tributes were being interviewed by Lucky Flickerman himself. If you were anywhere else you would have paid attention, but as you were in the hospital, you didn’t exactly feel up to dealing with the Hunger Games at that moment.

“Next up from District 7, please welcome, Treech!” You heard from the TV, you were definitely interested now. Getting up from your bed, you made your way to stand in front of the nearest TV.

As he walked onto the stage, his eyes scanned the audience, once he didn’t find you he looked up to the camera, praying you were watching him from wherever you were. “So, Treech, I heard a little rumor that you have gotten very close with, Ms. Graham, your mentor.” You tensed up at the mention of your name.

“I- Uh,” Treech paused as he saw how the audience was curious to hear his response. “Yes, she has been there for me this entire time. I am very grateful for her, I just wish we had met each other under different circumstances.”

He was smart, toying with the Capital’s heart to get them to support him. You watched as the number of donations on the screen increased. “I’m going to win this for her, for us— a chance at us.” Everyone in the audience awed, he knew what he was doing, but you couldn’t help but feel like he was just saying it to gain pity votes.

Either way, you felt weak, the way he talked about you brought butterflies into your stomach. If someone told you a week ago that you would be falling for a tribute in the Hunger Games, you would slap them.

“How romantic,” Lucky turned to the audience with an amused look on his face. “Aren’t they just the cutest: The capitals sweetheart and her lumberjack. Last thing, Treech, unfortunately, Ms. Graham isn’t in the audience today, why is that?” Treech looked stunned that he would ask that and he honestly didn’t know how to answer.

“Well, Lucky, I am not sure, I tried my best to shield her while the explosions occurred, but she was whisked away from me after. They refuse to update me on her health status.” The audience gasped, their newfound love for you and Treech together started to show as they chanted ‘update him!’ over and over again.

“What’s that? Oh… Ok!” Lucky pressed his hand to the earpiece, “I just got word that she is alive and well in the hospital and she may or may not be watching right now. Treech, is there anything you want to tell her before you go?”

“Sweetie, if you are watching this, I want you to know that I will be thinking of you the entire time I’m in the arena. Once I win…”

He was now staring directly into the camera, the same we he did the day of the reaping. Except this time, he was looking at you, he couldn’t physically see you, but he knew you were there staring back at him.

“—We can find a place to just be us.”

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luciothedevil · 1 year

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Polycule ghost x soap x könig x GN reader headcanons

This is basicallyJust my 2 am ramblings tbh sorry if it's not structured I didn't edit lmao

Sleep routine with the boys

Soap tends to be a semi chaotic sleeper in the sense that most nights he fidgets and moves around in his sleep due to his active brain. He's even kicked someone on multiple occasions and when he's asked he says he has no recollection of ever doing it you've made fun of him on multiple accounts for it and have even woken him up in the middle of the night for kicking you to which he'd apologized sleepily and kissed your head before knocking right back out.

König doesn't mind too much he's a deep sleeper and sleeps like a goddamn rock once he's out he's gone it's hard to get him to wake up again at least back at home when he feels safe and like theres no impending doom around the corner he's also a cuddler the person closest to him will be getting a leg thrown around them and pulled closer to him no ifs and or buts soap loves it ghost is indifferent though it is a bit annoying as no doubt he'll get warm since König is a fucking furnace as well as himself usually if it gets to hot he'll push König away into either you or soap who won't mind as much.

Ghost gets extremely annoyed at soaps sleeping habits because he is an extremely light sleeper someone who wakes at the sound of wind scratching against the window, yeah he's that type of light sleeper usually if soap is too active at night he'll find himself leaving the sleep pile and going to lay on the couch to hopefully catch a little rest. Usually he doesn't. Sometimes you'll wake up and find Ghost gone. You'll go downstairs and find him staring listless at a wall. He notices you instantly "why are you up?"

"I think the question is why are you up?" You'd say.

"Couldn't sleep with Johnny being a fuckin' tornado" in that annoyed grumbly tone you'd come to love you'd come down and cuddle with him just sitting in silence or maybe talking about nothing important just to pass the time eventually you'd probably get all exhausted and ghost will direct you to go back upstairs and sleep even if you tell him no he'll still try and get you to sleep remarking he doesn't want you being all cranky in the morning. He'll carry you upstairs if he has to.

He doesn't tell you early on in the relationship but he's used to staying up because he often suffers from nightmares which you'd all later learn into the relationship

Morning routine with the boys

Ghost is always up before all of you probably preparing tea or coffee he would cook breakfast but he sucks at cooking so that's usually up to könig or you if you suck at cooking then könig is the designated house chef as he's extremely good at cooking a meal.

He makes you all try his Austrian dishes. He'll also learn English and Scottish dishes for soap and ghost so they feel at home. He'll also try a hand at your culture's dishes taking notes from either you or your family to make them as authentic as possible.

Soap always compliments König's work and even tries to help him in the kitchen occasionally but it always ends up with soap making a mess and König getting overwhelmed at all the cleaning he'll have to do (König also has adhd which makes it easy to get overwhelmed by tasks) you'll probably have to step in and help out with the cleaning or else König will just stand their overwhelmed trying to figure out what he needs to clean first. You've all learned having soap in the kitchen is mostly a no go but there are still attempts made König just needs to learn to watch soap and chastise him when he's not cleaning up after himself.

PDA

Soap is extremely clingy it doesn't matter If it's you ghost or König he has to be touching one of his partners nearly always he's learnt that while ghost and könig are a bit averse to pda (moreso ghost, könig is just shy and takes a bit to get used to the idea of it) you'll allow it but only in small doses. he knows to be good in public with the boys and tries not to go overboard with you but he just can't help it sometimes, he's got lots of love to give so he'd prosper better if you were someone who liked pda are is at least okay with it in certain aspects.

Ghost doesn't like pda I wouldn't say he necessarily hates it but he's reserved with his affections in public he'll let you or soap hold onto his arm if you really want to and maybe give you guys a peck or two but that's about as far as he goes he's not like soap he won't makeout with you guys in public with no shame like soap would if you guys allowed it. He also doesn't appreciate the strange stares you guys get in public when/if people put the pieces together that no you aren't just friends going out together.

König is a mixed bag it really just depends on how long you've been in a relationship at the start he's a bit averse to pda he's not used to affection in general but he's slowly gotten used to it and even crave it however showing it in public freely is a whole nother can of worms he's kind of envious with the way soap can show you guys off so easily without even thinking twice about it. He tries to take a page from Soap's book and slowly lean out of his shell starting with small pecks on the cheek leading to handholding and all that stuff he gets really proud of himself when he's able to publicly hold onto one of or multiple of you guys without feeling embarrassed or ashamed.

Random/crack headcanons

König is obsessed with physical intimacy. When he gets used to it he absolutely loves anything to do with touch.

Please let him rest on your chest and play with his hair, he absolutely melts into you and becomes putty in your hands hardly able to form a thought other then 'this feels good'

He finds it so endearing when soap plays with his hands; tracing the palms and the lines on his fingers when he gets bored.

Similarly he enjoys it when you trace your fingers across his scars he'll always shudder at the way you touch him so gently as if you could hurt someone as big as him like you think he's fragile. It makes his head spin from how fast his heart pumps. It's such a nice change from the usually harsh things he feels on his skin he can't help but let out soft whimpers every now and again which promptly cause him to blush. Soap definitely teases him for it.

König likes to chill with Ghost; they're similar in the sense that they mostly thrive in quieter spaces unlike soap who loves chaos. They could be reading or watching a show together or simply just sitting in the same room doing different things to them that's considered quality time together even if they don't necessarily interact.

When the boys are too tired to go out, soap will most definitely force you to go outside with him. if you are also an introvert like the other two he'll beg and use puppy dog eyes if he has to its worked on Ghost a number of times he always says "fuckin' hell" but he'll nearly always relent to whatever soap asks this also goes for you too all you have to do is bat your eyelashes at him or beg and he'll give in. you guys almost never have to do that for König as he's almost always willing to go do whatever you and soap want even if he doesn't particularly like going outside.

Ghost sucks at video games, literally all of them no matter how easy the game is he's going to find a way to screw it up he'll play if you want him to. He's just going to suck.

You; Simon get away from the creeper! *cue him blowing up*

You: How the fuck did you die I left for five seconds"

You: Did you seriously just run into that wall?"

Simon: :[

You: *he gets spooked and thinks you're an enemy running across the screen* Simon stop shooting me *you die* Jesus fucking Christ Simon!

He is not having a great time but he loves you so he puts up with it

Somehow soap will always beat you at mortal kombat all he does is mash buttons and yet he still wins no matter what

König loves video games, he loves elden ring and rdr2 and tries to get Ghost to play elden ring just so he can watch him rage.

Soap headbutts to show affection like a cat.

Both soap and König have Adhd just different types.

Ghost will always ask you and the boys about their days during dinner. He likes to know what you guys got up to and if someone was bothering any of you.

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First post hopefully many more to come but who knows writersblock is a bitch request something if you want I do any mw2 character

#könig x y/n #könig x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john mactavish x you #john mactavish x reader #soap x you #soap x reader #simon riley x reader #soap x könig x ghost x reader

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tuwann · 5 months

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thinkin abt alliance of the golden witch and the second day of that board. The first day is so hectic and overwhelming but it all just suddenly stops. battler gets abandoned on an island of corpses without a clue it just feels so lonely to think about. nothing makes sense to him and the only thing he can see are a bunch of undeniable corpses. all he can do is spend the full 24 hours wandering around this island with nobody left alive

(of course, on the ninth twilight none shall be left alive, so theres that too. i never really think about the impending doom but it makes this even more fucked)

#umineko

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i-cant-sing · 9 months

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The way I never thought this day would come💀💀💀

I have 3 hours until its time for me to go to college, but instead of sleeping, I'm studying for a test thats still has a long time to come, but I can't sleep because my chest hurts from anxiety (actually impending sense of doom OF IDK WHAT BECAUSE LIKE FR THERES NO REASON FOR ME TO BE SO ANXIOUS THAT I DECIDE TO DISTRACT MYSELF BY STUDYING WTHHHH I SHOULD BE DREAMJNG ABOUT FICTIONAL SCENARIOS NOT WATCHING WHOLE ASS YT ANATOMY LECTURES TO "refresh my knowledge" BUT IM NGL ABOUT THE FACT THAT IM ACTUALLY ENJOYING STUDYING RN WTFFF)

Like I reasoned that it's probably because I'm afraid of being alone with my thoughts ( overthinking stuff) so I'm just trying to distract myself from my own thoughts which is saddd because I LOVE being alone with my thoughts. They are wild and I hate feeling like this :(

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cohnal · 3 months

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ohhhhh i get it. when youre scrolling and theres an impending sense of doom!

#wizard scrolls

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primalmagic · 8 months

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Rating TDP Soundtrack Pieces ! Part 1

captain of the crustacean - 8/10 its sad and nostalgic but starts out kinda peppy, then goes almost into this glitch mode at once place?! like woah. great way to incorporate the music style but make it still seem scary

into your mind and heart - 10/10 JUST FOR THE BEGINNING the chords?? they are absolutely gorgeous and then it continues with the same basis its so pretty yet urgent ?!

the eclipse of lux aurea - 10/10 its mysterious yet eerie at the same time and still fits with the classical vibe. slightly feels like horror

i am aaravos - 2/10 its just a bunch of creepy noises and music. i may or may not be biased, but like cmon, "i am aaravos" ?! and the same bases of notes, its not even exciting. its predicable too, the ending where it gets louder and more urgent. thats probably the best part honestly.

bringer of tarts / beneath the sands - 6/10. cute, starts off small- uses a version of the main theme, like most of them do. its oddly eerie, like most of the songs in the show. urgent as well, in the middle. and then like eerie and urgent interchange.

shadow of the ambler - 7/10 its slay i like the upbeat / fast paced rhythm but its constantly repeating notes and also one point off bc i did not like that ambler <3

deadwood deserves dignity - 5/10 ooh its a bit bouncy, not upbeat but again- urgent. urgent and eerie are two words that describe almost every song here.

up to us now - 10/10 wooo this song is **upbeat**. rushed, definitely seems like something serious is happening and things need to be done fast. and then when the excitement dies down, its just... time to get things ready. and then ofc, the main theme remix but its more hopeful and wistful then melancholy. then the step beats, which make it seem like theres some sort of impending doom? its a masterpiece, honestly. also of good size, about 2 1/2 minutes.

ultimatum - 9/10 starts off with the main theme in a different key, then repeats in the main key. uses a version of a later part of the main theme next. then becomes somewhat sinister, like the rest. i'm sensing a theme here lol

the trial - 5/10 it started off kinda bouncy i thought id be different and then it just became like the others... slow and creepy. not very special

the jelly tart heist - 10/10 a nice break from the eerie music, its very urgent but its cute. the context is adorable. literally fully points just for it being for ezran. but its super short

moving too fast - 9/10 damn this. this hits hard. its slow and then nostalgic and then welcoming and ? and the sudden urgent part and then getting slow again... its oddly relaxing yet sad i wouldnt listen to this if i was in a bad mood

captain of the crustacean - 7/10 its slow, its calm. no sudden urgency, with im thankful for. majority of it is a part of the main theme so there is that. its nice.

breaking the cycle - 10/10 its ?? i don't know how to explain it. it starts off extremely slow almost unsettling, and i want to know what's going on. it feels like something big is about to happen. and then the middle where it gets so urgent and even slower?? and then... changing into folk?! and then picking up the pace?! this piece is playing with my mind /pos

the prince of neolandia - 8/10 i kinda like this its regal and cool but how is it so short it ended in 40 seconds

waking the dragon - 5/10 its average. just the back and forth from slow to extremely urgent and so on. its definitely a more sudden or compelling piece. its pretty long as well, 4 minutes

tomorrow the sun will rise - 5/10 so a point off for starting with the main theme, again. its being overused and this one copied a whole measure. and then it gets creepy ?! and then that random break in the middle and then going to slow classical music (its pretty though) ?! huh?! i like this one violin solo though. and then ends on a creepy beat. interesting, i dont hate that part.

soren's truth - 7/10 damnn this is a bit emo for soren but its understandable, a bit out of character in the middle, like a battle scene? but its good

last sunset - 9/10 completely different vibe from the others. slow, steady, upsetting. a few of the notes from the main theme, just enough to recognize but not too many that its repeating it. its sad yet gorgeous, like its the end and everyone's just... accepted it, this is the last thing they'll see, and they want to enjoy it peacefully

worse than death - 2/10 this scared the hell out of me. oh gosh. its too scary for my liking, thank you

going home - 10/10 this feels like going home. they use a version of the the main theme, but include a few major notes and make it seem a bit hopeful- although still the same vibe as before. the ending is rushed, yet it seems like someone running to reach their home, more excited then sad. its truly beautiful.

the war of blood and ash - 6/10 the soundtracks for season four and five are all very similar, with the slow start and then cresendo, and this one isnt very different. still has the sinister vibe to it while also starting calm, but definitely not peaceful. its predictable for me though. and the wind ?! im noticing that sound in almost all the 4/5 pieces. interesting.

quick note: im rating all the pieces from season 1-5 in random order, chosen by spotify. i listen to every single one fully before writing the review. therefore, ive noticed a lot of similarities in style, season 1, 2, and 3 are more composed and royal, simply more classical and urgent, while 4 and 5 are all absolutely nervewraking and odd. practically all of them include a hint of the main theme- sometimes in a different octave of pitch- so you have to listen carefully to find it.

#yall music fanatics and also tdp enjoyers should listen to the soundtrack #there are 177 songs in total for season 1 through 5 #tdp season 5 #tdp #the dragon prince #soundtrack #tdp s4 #tdp s3 #tdp s2 #tdp s1 #the dragon prince soundtrack #the soundtrack is almost like a whole show in its own

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tackysapphic · 1 year

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god i have been on such a good reading streak lately like the last SEVERAL books i’ve read have all been absolute bangers. i picked up project hail mary today and im not typically into heavy scifi but oh my god its so good???? its so engaging and theres really this sense of hope despite loneliness and impending doom, and i love the character of Rocky....oughhh

#kj.txt

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sinistergooseberries · 2 years

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Freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!! 💜

*runs away* *turns back* *smiles evilly* lets see whos gonna arrest who, bromance *dissolves into pixels*

*u look down* *theres a rose in full bloom* *you feel an impending sense of doom* *you feel something behind you*

"gotcha," i say as i arrest u back.

#ask #bromance #can i call u bromance

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lunarsapphism · 2 years

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im gonna be real w u theres something about characters that are doomed being in love. it makes me go fucking insane. like the concept itself shows up literally everywhere but i feel like its rarely done well. i tend to find that the characters usually lack depth and a sense of understanding of each other and their situation. but if you do it well? incredible. at some point they might be happy for a while, i mean, they might have even started out happy! but they both know where it will end. decisions will have to be made. sacrifices. choice after choice and not one of them is easy. meanwhile they take what they can get. a sweet gesture here, a soft confession there. however, the truth of their situation looms in the back of their minds, silently lurking, constantly reminding them that they'll ultimately never get to have the peaceful life they long for. they'll never get to love each other quietly and gently, without worry or an impending sense of instability and destruction. they will inevitably part ways somehow, all the while still being wholeheartedly devoted to and in love with one another right up until the very end. its so beautifully tragic

#i havent finished tma yet but i have a suspicion that this is how it will end #25 episodes to go i guess we'll see #i made myself sad #its so good though!#aiilov-talks

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papiermachecat · 2 years

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so you get one chance early to go to one show. and if you want more or a diff show you enter the general sale on Thursday. ok. phew. this is going to be brutal. but I’m optimistic. like theres so many show options, right? and so many days, right? and theres only like five ppl who live in or around the tri-state area, right?

Oh yes absolutely, this will be a breeze 😬😬. I do like your optimism, anon, and I wish I shared it, but I have more of a sense-of-impending-doom kinda vibe

#please let me be wrong #it happens so rarely but let this be one of those times 🙏#asks

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 days

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i feel like i should preface this with: these arent fandom ocs. theyre in their own universe thats 100% made up

uhh. okay hm. so the only 2 with actual personalities and stories. and im now remembering theres probably more than 8 lemme give a small quick summary of. everyone? oh no.

so theres 2 "main" stories in their own respective universes, but one of them is going trough wip and rewrite hell rn.

the ones from said rewrite hell are Typlus/Void (they/it); Vast (he/him); Elly (it/its); Melz (he/him) and Steph/Stephanie (she/they). fun fact it all started as a rewrite of the bible and the impending doom of the planet. or something, i dont even remember anymore. but now theyre just a big family sorta chilling out on their own planet at the physical edge of the universe. its more of a concept than actual ocs, so i have things to draw when i dont know WHAT to draw. nothing is set in stone, nothing is real here. and none of them are human.

and the other is more.. grounded in reality that ive been chipping away at slowly for the past year or so because the characters decided to make my brain into a 5 star hotel

theres elias (he/she/they); dominic (he/him); marcus (he/him); elizabeth (she/her); andrew (he/him) and amelia (she/her)

theres 2 seperate families within this: the jamesons, which includes elias as the son and andrew+amelia as his parents, and the DeAngelo's which is the 3 others, but theyre siblings instead

the only 2 with personalities right now are dominic and elias, who are also in a situationship with eachother, and will probably remain that way for the rest of time

story's basically just "what if the disgraced son of rich parents who happens to be an owner of a bar/club (elias) meets the guy who mans a stand at a farmers market (dominic). and what if they were both t4t. and what if they ended up being workplace lovers/friends w benefits"

elias is lowkey a very unlikeable and bitter guy, very self centered and speaks without thinking. dominic's the reserved type who only speaks when spoken to, but very willing to resort to violence when needed.

does this make sense. i dont know. oh and i counted, theres 11 of them, if we dont count the spin-off AUs as characters. (like when i decided they should be hybrids. or the royalty au. or the mafia au that was actually the origin of all this nonsense)

theres also 2 filler ocs i use whenever i just need a placeholder character for any situation: red and sylvester, but neither of them even got as far as getting designs from me but theyre there

theres. so much content on my main about these idiots that a friend made a sideblog just to sort it in one place. and even after this he hasnt sorted everything lol

.... shit bad news i think i have like 30 ocs actually, i just remembered another batch from ages ago. so. uhm. anyways. and does a made-up species of flower count as an oc. because. yeah. ive got that too.

~ rusty (i get embarrassed when OCposting to others sorry)

I think I need separate asks on both the rewrite hell and the wip stories, because they seem too interesting to be in one ask. They deserve their own separate moment to shine.

I'd love to hear more.

And I'm contemplating adding some of my other OCs (is it still called OC if I made the universe?) in, just because I've been stuck in this limbo of not even finishing a chapter in a book I've started writing and I've had these characters & universe in my head for roughly two years.

#tyler's asks #tyler's inbox #tyler answers asks #answering asks #asks #other ocs #oc talk #anyways sorry I derailed the ask there at the end #but I'm really interesting in knowing more about your OCs in each separate universe in-depth #rusty anon #:)

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