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Whumptober Day 21: Body Horror - Kieran Duffy - Part 1

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Eye horror, implied/referenced torture, cuts, bruises, depictions of gore

Setting: Chapter 4 - Shady Belle

A/n: I have literally no knowledge of medical stuff around the time of rdr so keep that in mind when reading the last few lines of this fic

Kieran can barely register what’s happening anymore. He hears voices around him, shouting? He thinks. But he doesn’t really know. Everything is fuzzy, his hearing especially. He can’t see, he’s tired, even though he’s spent most of his here unconscious.

He doesn’t remember much of the past few days, or weeks, he can’t tell how long he’s been here. The last thing he remembers is Jacks party. He finally let himself relax a bit, for the first time since joining the gang.

He’s always been awkward with parties, preferring to be on the sidelines. Especially in a party held by a bunch of people who hate his guts. But this time he decided to at least attempt to join in the festivities. Shockingly, it didn’t go all that bad. He drank some and actually managed to talk to some of the gang members.

He remembers talking the most with Sean. Although the man had been one of the first to throw insults at Kieran once he had been brought back to camp, Sean doesn’t seem to mind Kieran all that much.

But the good faith of the night had been destroyed for Kieran when he went out to the forest to take a piss. He hadn’t gone to far off from camp but a group of O’Driscolls found him and knocked him out.

They’ve been messing with Kieran the past few days. He knows they’ve beat him a shit ton, and they even stabbed his eye, with a needle he thinks. That’s about the only thing he can clearly remember.

It hurt like shit and he felt the eye itself slowly deflate. He can still feel the leftover liquid, which is already half-dry and sticky, on his cheek. He’s in so much pain, everywhere. He feels hot and cold at the same time.

The shouting and bangs get louder and closer. Kieran would be scared, but he has nothing left in him to fear, he’s fully out of it. Suddenly, the door of the cabin, room? Whatever it is, shoots open.

He hopes it’s the Van Der Linde’s coming to save him, but he doesn’t hope too hard because he doesn’t think any of them care enough to come for him.

He hears muffled words around him and sees blurred faces walking towards him but Kieran passes out before he’s able to tell who’s they are.

-

“Jesus Christ…” Arthur mumbles, being the first to step into the cabin Kieran is being kept in.

He sees the scrawny man on a chair, leaning forward since he’s not able to keep his body upright anymore. Kieran is covered in cuts and bruises on the skin that is visible and Arthur can’t even imagine what is under his clothes. The worst part, that makes Arthur grimace and look away, is one of Kieran’s eyes that is deflated in its socket, covered in blood and what seems like puss, or whatever liquid, streaming down from it.

Bill enters the room soon after, being the second to see Kieran’s body.

“Fuck.. is he alive?” He says, in an unusual tone, seemingly worried about Kieran.

“Dunno, haven’t checked yet,” Arthur replies, walking over to Kieran’s limp body and grabbing his wrist. “Barely, we need to get him to camp. Quick.”

Arthur begins to undo the ropes binding Kieran to the chair, Bill quickly scurrying over to help him.

Arthur picks Kieran up, not needing Bill to help because of how light the younger man is, and walks out of the cabin.

Charles, the only other man willing to join them in getting Kieran, is standing by his horse Taima and Branwen who he found off to the side. When he spots the two holding Kieran he moves towards them.

“They got him good huh.” Charles says, commenting on the body.

“You think he said anything?” Arthur asks.

“Doubt it, he didn’t seem to care much for the O’Driscolls.” Charles replies.

Bill stays quiet, watching Kieran intently as Arthur places him on the front of his horse, getting on behind so he can hold the man upright so he doesn’t fall off.

Bill and Charles mount their own horses, the latter leading Branwen along behind him, and the group begins their short ride back to camp.

The ride is quiet, it has an almost sad aura. They had begun warming up to Kieran the past few weeks, so it was hard seeing him like this.

As they make it to the front of camp, people begin noticing them. They hitch up their horses and Arthur gets off his own, holding Kieran.

“Mrs. Grimshaw!” He yells out. “We need help, he’s boutta die!”

“Holy hell, they fucked him up bad” Sean exclaims as he looks at the body.

Sadie quietly watches everything go down, feeling a bit bad for Kieran now that they’ve both gone through things due to the O’Driscolls.

“Well looks who’s back!” Dutch says, walking towards the group. “The O’Driscoll, went scurrying back to his own.”

“Dutch” Arthur says, wearily.

“Looks like they don’t want him no more, I bet he talked all about us.”

“Dutch. Lay off on him”

“Once an O’Driscoll, always an O’Driscoll , don’t tell me you’ve softened up on him Arthur.”

Arthur doesn’t reply, walking to his tent still carrying Kieran, followed by Mrs. Grimshaw and Reverend Swanson.

Arthur places Kieran on his cot, Grimshaw closing the tent flap behind them for some sort of privacy.

Reverend prays over the body quietly, clearly horrified by the sight of it.

Reverend and Grimshaw quickly get to work trying to keep Kieran alive while Arthur stands off to the side silently watching.

They take the top layer of his clothes off, assessing the damages, bruises littering Kieran’s body, along with cuts, some deeper like one across his side, and some just scratches.

Deeming the eye injury the most important problem for now, they get to trying to fix that.

Mrs. Grimshaw pours gin on her hand and begins moving to Kieran’s eye socket to get the deflated eye out. As she touches it Kieran wakes up, screaming.

“Jesus Christ! Arthur! Hold him down!” Mrs. Grimshaw exclaims as Arthur rushes over to hold Kieran down to the cot.

Revered quickly moves to get morphine, injecting Kieran with it who passes out again, quickly.

The rest of the procedure goes well enough, Kieran now lying on cot, still unconscious, with almost all of his body bandaged up.

“He might not make it” Reverend says to Arthur and Mrs. Grimshaw who are still in the tent, just having finished.

“We’ll make sure he does, he’s useful around camp” Grimshaw replies, trying to not show too much care for Kieran.

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Whumptober Day 20: Emotional Angst - Arthur Morgan - Part 2

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Referenced rape, rape aftermath, nightmares, recovery

Setting: Chapter 4 - Shady Belle

A/n: I love father figure Hosea so much

A week has passed since everything happened and life for Arthur was back to normal, almost. The pains in his body have calmed down though the marks on his wrists are still there, barely. Although on the outside Arthur looks mostly normal, he’s been having nightmares. Sure, he used to get them before, but they weren’t all that frequent. Now he’s had a nightmare every night since that day. And they’ve all been about the same.

He walks through the swamp, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach. Suddenly a dirty, creepy, shack comes into his point of view along with a scrawny man standing in front of it. Without even speaking the man invites Arthur in and he follows before promptly passing out.

Arthur awakens again, looking around the shack. He can’t move, no matter how hard he tries. Arthur thrashes around and the old man comes into view, leaning over Arthur and silently giggling. Everything gets distorted, the man hets larger and is looming over Arthur who begins screaming.

Arthur opens his eyes, his body shooting up. He sits up in his bed, quickly looking around the room. He’s alone.

His throat feels sore, he probably ended up actually screaming out loud. Arthur takes a few breaths attempting to calm himself. Light peeks through the closed curtains showing it’s time for Arthur to get up.

Normally he would automatically get up and to work but he doesn’t want to. He hasn’t been wanting to the past few days. He feels lethargic, which is very unusual for him.

Arthur slowly gets out of bed, putting his shoes, gun belt, and hat on since he didn’t bother stripping down to his union suit to sleep. He doesn’t feel comfortable taking even the top layer of his clothes off.

He moves the chair away from the door, where he’s been placing it the last few nights, and steps into the hallway. Arthur walks down the stairs, briefly greeting Mary-Beth and Tilly in the kitchen before stepping outside. He takes a breath, calming his still racing heart, and steps towards his horse, planning to go out hunting for a bit.

Hosea walks towards Arthur, who spots the older man coming.

“Arthur!” Hosea calls out, trying to not let Arthur away before he talks to him.

“Hosea” Arthur greets, turning around to face him.

“We need to talk. You’ve been.. off lately. I’m worried”

Arthur’s breath hitches, not having thought anyone noticed past the first few days. Although, he thinks, if anyone was to notice it would be Hosea. The man has always noticed when Arthur was even a bit off, since his childhood.

“It’s nothin’ to worry about Hosea, really, just been having some nightmares”

But Hosea isn’t buying it, Arthur can tell. Hosea sighs somewhat dramatically. “You know what, how about we go for a ride together” Hosea says, moving to his horse, Silver Dollar.

Arthur gives in because he knows that Hosea will keep pushing, and a ride with another person sounds nice at the moment since he’s been mostly avoiding everyone in camp. “Sure”

The two men get on their saddles, riding away from the house. They ride in silence for a bit until them come upon the enterance to the swamp.

“Let’s go around the swamp” Arthur says. Hosea picks up worry in Arthur’s tone. He nods, turning Silver Dollar to the side, and continues riding alongside Arthur.

They continue in silence, Arthur not yet willing to speak up and Hosea giving Arthur some time to think. After a few minutes, Hosea speaks up.

“I remember once when you were younger, before we took in John, you got kicked by your horse but refused to tell me and Dutch.”

Arthur lets out a snort, easing up a bit. “I was embarrassed, i guess I thought you would lecture me”

“And it was obvious what happened, you avoided the horse for almost a week, and you were stumbling around the whole time.”

Arthur lets out another laugh.

“But eventually we got you to tell us, you were on the verge of tears, but we reassured you that we weren’t mad,” Hosea continues with the story. “No matter what you’re worried about right now, I won’t be mad, trust me”

Arthur’s smile turns to a small frown. He stays quiet but just as Hosea opens his mouth to speak again Arthur talks.

“I met this guy, in the swamp”

Hosea closes his mouth, looking at Arthur, attentively listening to what he will say.

“Real odd fellow… basically skin and bones, and lived in this shack that looked about as old as him. He… he invited me in for a meal, and I accepted.. for whatever reason.. thinkin’ that it couldn’t hurt”

Arthur goes quiet for a second. Hosea is patient though, giving Arthur all the time he needs to form his words.

“I guess I was wrong, he knocked me out as I stepped into the shack, I think it was a frying pan… I woke up some time later and.. uh.. I was on his bed… there were chains.. I think.. tying up my arms and legs.. I couldn’t move.”

Arthur goes quiet again, hating how weak he sounds.

Hosea doesn’t push Arthur to say any more, fairly confident that he understands what happened. Hosea looks devastated.

“Oh.. oh Arthur… my boy”

Arthur breaks at Hosea’s few words, as the older man moves his horse beside Arthur’s and gives Arthur a hug.

Both horses come to a stop, everything goes still and silent.

After a while Arthur pulls away, his eyes wet, but Hosea doesn’t mention it. Instead he begins talking again.

“How about we go into Saint Denis and watch a show, my treat”

“I ain’t a kid Hosea”

“So do you not want to go?”

“No I’ll.. I’ll go”

Hosea smiles and Arthur looks away somewhat bashfully.

The father and son ride off, continuing their journey to Saint Denis.

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Whumptober Day 16: Swamp/Necrosis - Arthur Morgan - Part 1

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Implied rape, rape aftermath, blood

Setting: Chapter 4 - Shady Belle

A/n: Arthur my beloved ☹️

Arthur wakes up, his back stiff. He sits up, wincing slightly and stretching. ‘Where am I?’ He wonders, looking around. He’s in the middle of the swamp but he doesn’t remember why he’s here. He tries to recall the previous day but he has no memory of being around this part of the swamp. He keeps trying to rack his head for any bit of information before suddenly he remembers.

The second this memory fills his head, he starts to feel more pains throughout his body that he didn’t realize were there previously. His head hurts like shit, so do his wrists, and worst of all his ass feels like it on fire. He feels humiliated.

Arthur slowly pushes himself off of the swamp floor, wincing. He whistles for his horse, who comes stomping through the trees and right towards him. He gives the horse a pat on the neck before trying to get onto the saddle. It takes a few tries but eventually he manages. He doesn’t fully sit down on the saddle because the pressure hurts but he hovers above it as the horse trots through the swamp.

He decides to head into town to get cleaned up a bit before going back to camp. He doesn’t want the gang to see him like this, so weak. He can’t believe he let this happen to himself, especially by a scrawny old man. He shivers as the image of the man passes through his head. He hates how scared of him he feels, he shouldn’t feel this way.

He shouldn’t have let his guard down. This stuff happens to women all the time, to his disgust, but he’s never heard of it happening to a grown man. He feels lesser, weak, little, all kinds of things a man of his stature should feel. After all he’s meant to be strong, to protect others, not to be the one in need of protecting.

As his horse enters the streets of Saint Denis, he looks for somewhere that he can buy a bath. He feels dirty, he wants to scrub away at his body until all that’s left is bone. Arthur rides up to the Bastille Saloon, weakly getting off his horse and tying it up. He enters the saloon, and walks up to the bartender. “One,“ He clears his throat, his voice scratchy and weak from not being used all morning and being used all too much the previous night. “One bath” He passes over the 50 cents and the man passes him a key and points him in the direction of the baths.

He quickly hobbles up the stairs and practically runs into the bath room. He shuts and locks the door behind him, now standing alone in the room. He lets out a sigh before slowly beginning to strip his clothes off. He grimaces as his shirt comes off and he sees dark bruises around his wrists. His mind wanders back to what happened before quickly pushing it out of his thoughts. Along with the bruises on his wrists, he sees more bruises throughout his torso along with a few bite marks which he quickly averts his gaze from. He can blame the other marks on him just getting in a fight, but he can’t do the same for the bites.

Arthur quickly takes his boots off before moving to his pants.

He hesitates taking his pants off but he knows he has to. He unbuckles his belt, throwing it off to the side, before pulling down his pants. Just as they’re halfway down his legs he hears something from the hallway.

“Need any help sweetheart?”

He frantically pulls his pants back up, before answering.

“Uh n-no,” He clears his throat again. “No.”

He mentally curses at himself for stuttering. After a few seconds he hears footsteps walking away and he lets out a breath he didn���t know he was holding. He pulls down his pants again, this time fully taking them off. His legs don’t look as bad as his torso but he doesn’t dare to look behind him.

He moves to the bath, stepping into it and slowly lowering himself in. He quickly relaxes into the warm water, letting out a sigh, content. As he sits in the water he momentarily forgets about everything, allowing himself to be calm.

That calmness fades as the stinging starts again. He’s tried his best to ignore it up until now but he just can’t anymore. A painful stinging feeling is coming from a place he doesn’t want to think about right now but the feeling brings him back to reality.

He grabs a bar of soap beside him and begins scrubbing as hard as he can. He scrubs until his skin feels raw but he still doesn’t feel clean. He cleans behind him and as he pulls his hand back he sees blood on it. He cringes at the sight, although he’s seen so much blood in his life that he’s basically desensitized to it now, this is different.

He quickly does his best to finish cleaning up, doing a fairly sloppy rest of the job, before hobbling out of the tub and putting his clothes back on, which makes him feel just as dirty as he was before the bath.

He leaves the saloon, hopping back on his horse, slowly, as to not make the pain worse, and begins making his way back to camp.

He ends up taking the long way back as he doesn’t want to go back into the swamp. He feels dumb for doing it, but he just can’t bear going back there yet. Not much scares Arthur anymore, but this, for whatever reason, does.

Immediately, when he makes it back to camp, he gets off the horse, tying it to a pole, and rushes into the house, up the stairs, and into his room, closing the door behind him. He knows he got weird looks from people around camp as he practically ran in, but he can’t find it in him to care.

He still doesn’t feel safe, though. He hates the feeling, the thought that someone could break into the room and everything that happened the night previous could happen again. He knows it’s very, very, unlikely, but that’s doesn’t calm his nerves. He grabs a wooden chair and places it up against the door knob, then shuts the curtains. This makes him feel at least a bit better, though he is still weary.

He lets out a sigh, takes off his hat, and decides he should probably try to get some actual rest. Arthur lays down on the bed, more comfortable than the swamp floor he ‘slept’ on last night, and, after a while of tossing and turning, manages to fall into a restless sleep.

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Whumptober Day 15: Childhood Trauma - Micah Bell

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Child abuse, dog trauma, reference to dog abuse

Setting: Pre-Rdr2 / Chapter 3 - Clemens Point

A/n: I like the idea of Micah’s name being Abel before he inherited the name Micah (reference to The Devils by Amras) but for this fic his name was Cain because it fits with the story :>

(This is a part 1 to my previous Morbell post for day 8, but can be read separately)

Cain Bell is sneaking up to the property of a barn on the outskirts of a small town. At only 10 years old, this isn’t his first robbery but none of his previous ones have been credited to himself, they’re all said to have been done by Micah Bell Jr., his father.

Cain and his brother, Amos, are both competing to get the name of Micah Bell the 3rd, they’ve been competing since childhood. Their grandfather had the name, who passed it down to his son, and now it’s being passed down to whichever one of the twins turns out to be the better outlaw. Cain feels like he’s been fighting for the name since he was born, but it feels like his brother doesn’t have the same want for it.

Amos has never been the competitive type, he has complained multiple times about going on robberies, that is until his grandfather beat the complaints out of him.

Cain jumps over the fence of the property, now officially in. He looks back towards where his father is in the forest. Cain has been in-trusted to do this job on his own, he just has to get in, get the money, and get back out, easy enough right? That is until an unexpected factor comes sprinting towards him, a guard dog. His father didn’t tell him that there would be a dog on the property.

Cain tries to get back over the fence but before he’s able to the dog is already on him, biting his leg. Cain does his best to hold back a scream as he topples back over the fence and off of the property. The dog continues barking at Cain as he covers his mouth with a hand, letting out pained whimpers.

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Cain sits up on his bed, tired, rubbing his eyes. His leg is bandaged up from the dog bite that he got the previous night. He can’t remember much from after the bite, but he does remember his dad yelling at him. He always remembers those moments.

Abel walks up beside Cain.

“Are you okay?” He asks, worried for his brother, but all Cain lets out is a tired “I’m fine” before turning away from his brother.

On cue, their grandfather bursts through the door, making the two young boys flinch.

“Abel, Cain, get up! We’re going hunting”

“But.. Cain’s hurt” Able says, wearily since he knows not to talk back to his grandfather.

The old man turns to fully face Able and stares at him “what did you just say?”

“Nothing” Able quickly replies, turning away from his grandfather.

“It’s not my fault Cain wasn’t quick enough to kill that mutt before it bit him, because of his accident, we didn’t get the money. Now get up” Their grandfather walks out of the room.

Able looks over at Cain, giving his a sorry look, before walking out of the room, leaving Cain alone again.

Cain gets up from the bed, wincing as his hurt foot hits the ground. He hobbles out of the room as quick as he can, which isn’t very quick.

Once he gets out of the house, he gets onto his horse and him, his brother, and his grandfather leave for the forest.

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Cain moves slowly, aiming his rifle for a deer a few feet away from him. He moves forward but suddenly his leg gets caught on a thorn bush. Cain lets out a surprised shout, falling over and alerting the deer who runs away.

Abel quickly rushes over to Cain after hearing the shout and offers his brother a hand to help him up but Cain pushes him away, getting up on his own.

Their grandfather walks towards them and Cain freezes, scared.

The wildlife in the area all fly or run away from the area, leaving it barren and quiet apart from the old man practically screaming at the young, hurt, child.

Cain holds back tears threatening to spill, his leg bleeding from the cuts in his already hurt leg. Cains grandfather grabs him by the arm, dragging him back over to their horses, Abel follows quietly behind.

The ride is quiet, Abel and Cain not knowing where they’re going, until they pull up to a familiar homestead.

“You’re going back in there and getting the money you failed to get yesterday.”

Cain freezes on his horse, not replying.

“What are you waiting for, go!”

Cain hobbles off of his horse, wincing as his feet hit the floor. He slowly wobbles over to the fence, wearily climbing back over it, just as he did last night. And just like last night the dog sprints towards Cain, teeth bared and barking.

But unlike last night, Cain pulls a gun out and shoots the dog before it’s able to bite him again.

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Micah jolts awake, his arm hitting a bottle beside him which smashes to the floor. He’s sitting at a small table in camp, where he passed out the previous night. He quickly sits up, looking around camp as if any of his relatives are there watching him. Micah pushes himself up off of the chair, and walks over to Pearson’s wagon, grabbing a bottle of beer.

He pops the lid off and drinks as much of it as possible in one go when something pokes him in the leg. Micah flinches, the phantom pain from the bite which healed long ago causing him to move. He looks down to see a dog who looks similar to the one from his past, a dog who shares the same name as a boy the world forgot long ago.

Usually Micah would kick the dog, the underlaying fear showing as anger, but today he doesn’t have enough energy in him, with the memory so fresh in his mind.

Micah almost runs into the trees beside camp with the bottle of beer he took, trying to escape the ghosts of his past.

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Whumptober Day 8: Sleep Deprivation - Morbell

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: reference to bad parenting/childhood trauma, small reference to dog abuse

Setting: Chapter 3 - Clemens Point

A/n: There is not enough Morbell content istg

(This is a part 2 to day 15, which focuses on Micah’s nightmare, but can be read separately)

Arthur startles awake to the sound of something shattering near his tent. He sits up and looks around, his vision still blurry from having just woken up. He sees Micah walking off to Pearsons wagon, a smashed bottle beside the small table that Micah is walking away from.

It’s not uncommon for him to see Micah awake in the middle of the night, since he barely sees Micah sleep. Though he does remember seeing the man sleeping just a few hours back when he, himself, went to sleep. Micah assumedly drank himself to sleep, as he has done a few times now from what Arthur’s seen.

He watches Micah grab another bottle of beer from the wagon, and sees Cain, the camp dog, nudge up to Micah’s leg. Arthur assumes Micah’s going to hurt the dog, as he usually does when it gets near him, but instead he seems to freeze up slightly before scurrying away to the forest beside the camp.

Arthur noticed Micah seemed almost scared of the dog, which shocked him as Micah didn’t seem to show fear of anything. He supposed that maybe he should have assumed Micah was scared of Cain, looking back on it. He always seemed weary around the dog, apart from tormenting it he hated going anywhere near it.

Arthur decided that he doesn’t care enough to further investigate this and he promptly goes back to sleep.

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It’s been a week or two since Arthur woke up to Micah startling awake, and he hasn’t seen the man sleep since. He’s seen Micah almost fall asleep, but it’s always followed with the man finding something to do to keep himself awake.

Sure, it’s common for Micah to not sleep for long periods, but for some reason this time around Arthur feels somewhat worried. He doesn’t know why he’s worried, it’s Micah Bell for fucks sake, but he is. Arthur thinks that he doesn’t sleep because of nightmares, that would explain why Micah woke up suddenly the other night.

Arthur has found himself recently not minding Micah as much, maybe even liking him, to his dismay. Sure, Micah is still an asshole, as per usual, but Arthur seems to have developed a small crush on the man.

So because of this new found liking of Micah, Arthur decides to go up to him and talk about his lack of sleep.

“Micah” Arthur greets as he steps up to the man who is sitting on a crate by the fire, sharpening his knife.

“Morgan, what do I have the pleasure to talk to you about today?” Micah drawls, putting his knife away and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, staring up at Arthur with a sleazy smile on his face.

“Well..” Arthur realizes he doesn’t know what to say, he has no reason to be concerned since Micah rarely sleeps, this isn’t really an odd occurrence. “Why don’t you ever sleep? The only times I’ve seen you asleep is when you’ve passed out after drinkin’ too much.”

“Why’re you askin’? You worried about me Morgan?” Micah grins, as Arthur lets out an annoyed sigh.

“No im not. Just wonderin’… I, uh, saw you wake up the other day, you smashed a bottle and I woke up cause of it.. you had a nightmare?”

Micah’s grin turns to a frown. “That’s none of yer business Arthur” He spits out the other man’s name like an insult. “Why you care anyways? Wanna make fun a me for it? I’d say Bill’s an easier target, everyone ‘round here knows he has nightmares, go kick him ‘round for it.”

“What? No. Everyone has nightmares, why would I do that?”

“Well why else would you ask me”

“I.. fuck, hell if I know”

Micah’s face goes back into a grin. “Awh, you were worried ‘bout me, well you got nothin’ to worry about Morgan, I’m not a little boy”

“God damn, fine, I was just tryin’ to be nice” Arthur says, exasperatedly, and begins walking off before Micah speaks up again.

“It.. it was about my daddy, it’s always about him. Some stupid memory that I try to forget”

Arthur pauses and looks back, shocked of Micah’s speaking up.

Micah is looking down at the ground, the shadow of his hat covering his face to hide his expression.

“I don’t know why I always get so freaked out, I know they’re not real, at least right now, but they scare the shit out of me. Makes me feel like my daddy and granddaddy are still here, watchin’ me”

“Well.. that..” Arthur tries to form words but he’s still shocked that Micah is actually talking and not just being pissy, after a few seconds he manages to form a thought. “I’m sorry ‘bout that, it ain’t right”

Micah glares at Arthur, looking up from his slouched position on the crate. “I don’t need your pitty Morgan”

Arthur lets out another sigh. “I’m not pittyin’ you Micah, I have nightmares too, ‘s nothin’ to be ashamed of”

Micah continues to wordlessly glare at Arthur who looks back at him. They stare at each other for a few seconds before Micah eventually relents.

“Fine, is that all you wanted? You can go now” He sounds irritated.

“You should get some sleep”

“Oh come on, first your houndin’ me on my nightmares and now your tryin’ ta get me to sleep? Yer not my mom Morgan”

“Just try ta sleep, I’ve seen ya almost pass out atleast five times today alone”

“I’m not gonna set up my tent for this bullshit”

“I’ll let you use mine”

Micah pauses for a second, genuinely thinking about the offer.

“Fine” He concludes, standing up and beginning to walk towards Arthur’s tent, with Arthur following behind him.

Arthur, even though he offered his tent up, is still a bit shocked at his own offer. He doesn’t know why he cares so much about Micah getting sleep but he pushes those thoughts to the back of his head, deciding to deal with them later, as he and Micah step into his tent.

Arthur closes the flaps behind them, deciding that Micah would prefer the privacy.

“You tryna do somethin’ to me Morgan? Hidin’ behind closed doors”

“What? No, I can open the flaps again if you’d prefer-“

“No leave it” Micah sits down on Arthur’s cot before looking up at him. “You gonna leave? Or do you wanna watch me sleep” Micah grins up at Arthur, teasing the man who falls for the bait.

“No- I… I’ll leave” Arthur steps out of the tent, the flaps closing against behind him.

Micah awkwardly sits in the foreign tent for a few seconds, his previous grin turning into more of a neutral expression.

He decides that he might aswell try to sleep since he is on a proper bed. He takes off his leather jacket, throwing it to the floor, and lays down on the cot, still with his gun belt on, just incase since he doesn’t want to be caught defenseless.

And for the first time in a long while, Micah has a dreamless sleep.

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Whumptober Day 5: Heatstroke - Kierthur

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Passing out, slight mentions of being starved, overworking

Setting: Chapter 3 - Clemens Point

A/n: I know this is meant to be whumptober but this fic is mostly fluff, but don’t worry there will be actual Kieran whump later on 😋

Since he was released from the tree that he was tied to a few weeks ago, Kieran has been working as hard as he can, trying to secure his spot in the gang. Although it seems that no matter what he does, it’s never good enough.

Grimshaw’s always giving him more tasks to do, if he’s not tending to the horses or cleaning their saddles he has to be doing other chores like cleaning the table, helping Pearson with the food, carrying crates, or really anything that she can think of to get him to do. He never has a moment of rest, the second he’s seen not doing anything, he’s immediately assigned something to do.

This is made worse by the fact that it’s been externally sunny recently. Kieran feels like he’s being burnt slime most days and he’s sure he looks it too. He can see how red his arms are and he refuses to look in a mirror to see how disheveled the rest of him looks.

Kieran’s currently helping unload their newest camp in Clemens Point. He feels horrible physically but he can’t stop working or else he’s going to get told off, which won’t help whatever reputation he’s trying to gain within this camp. His throat is sore and he feels as if his legs are going to give out any second.

Kieran puts a box of who-knows-what down and goes over to the wagon to pick something else up. By this point he’s beginning to feel dizzy, his heart is beating faster than normal and his steps are more wobbly than they were before. He goes to pick up another box before everything comes crashing over him and he looses consciousness, falling to the ground along with the box he was holding.

The unpacking pauses momentarily as everyone turns to look at the sudden loud noise. Arthur, having developed a small liking to the O’Driscoll in the past week or so, got up from his spot by the fire, and quickly went to Kieran.

“The hell happened?” Arthur says, his tone not conveying the fact that he is somewhat worried.

“He just passed out, I think he overworking himself.” Mary-Beth replies, being the second to walk over to Kieran, after also getting somewhat attached to him since she saw how little of a threat he was tied up.

The rest of the camp goes back to their tasks, including Mary-Beth who reluctantly goes back to where she was previously, unpacking some of the camps belongings. Arthur, though, doesn’t want to leave Kieran passed out on the floor.

Arthur moves the crate that Kieran was carrying away from him and picks him up, slinging him over his shoulder.

“Ms. Grimshaw,” Arthur starts, calling out to the woman who is now a few steps away from him after noticing the disruption.

“I know, take him to your tent since it’s already set up” She replies, sounding exasperated at the extra thing to deal with.

When Arthur walks into his tent, he dumps Kieran onto his cot. Grimshaw puts a hand to Kieran’s skin. “He’s hotter than he should be, his skin is dry too,” She backs away from him, now turning to directly talk to Arthur. “He probably has heatstroke, since you picked him up, you take care of him”

Arthur lets out a sigh, although he doesn’t mind caring for Kieran all that much. Grimshaw rolls her eyes and continues.

“Soak some cloths in cold water and put them on his neck and armpits.” She walks off, leaving Arthur to deal with passed out Kieran.

Arthur steps out of his tent, following Grimshaw, and asks Mary-Beth if she could give him a few cloths which she immediately does, worried for Kieran. Arthur steps off to the river, putting his hand into the water. Deciding that it’s cold enough, he soaks the cloths in it before returning to Kieran in his tent.

From here on Arthur awkwardly takes Kieran’s shirt off and places a cloth on his neck and his armpits. He then takes a seat on a chair beside his bed. Arthur looks at Kieran’s body and realizes that he’s even skinner that he’d imagined. Sure, he knew that Kieran was thin, but Arthur could practically see his ribcage. He internally cringes and plans on making Kieran eat more in the future.

Arthur picks up his journal and begins sketching to pass the time. He begins drawing Kieran, not the version of him in front of Arthur on the bed but a picture of Kieran with the horses, one of the only places he looks truly happy. After almost half an hour passes, Arthur goes to soak the cloths again, since they have now turned warm.

When he returns back to his tent he sees Kieran sat up on the cot, buttoning his shirt up.

“You should be resting some more” Arthur says, making his presence known to Kieran who flinches a bit.

“Oh, no I need to get back to unpacking.. but thanks for, uh, taking care of me” Kieran stands up from the cot and tries to walk out.

“Oh no you don’t,” Arthur blocks the front of the tent. “You should rest more, you passed out from the fucking sun, you’re not going back out into it.”

“Really it’s fine” Kieran argues weakly, not bothering to try and physically push by, just standing In front of Arthur.

“No it ain’t, I’m tellin’ Ms. Grimshaw that you’re not working for the rest of today, stay here” Arthur exits the tent and closes the flap. Kieran awkwardly moves around the small area of the tent, eventually sitting down on the cot again, not wanting to argue with Arthur.

He wonders why Arthur seems to care for his heath so much, no one so far has seemed to care, he didn’t think Arthur did either. Kieran glances around the tent, looking at what items Arthur keeps in it. He still feels a bit dizzy, but he ignores it.

Arthur walks towards Ms. Grimshaw who’s currently talking to Mary-Beth who perks up after seeing Arthur and calls out to him.

“How’s Kieran? Is he awake?”

“He is, Ms. Grimshaw, Kieran should rest for the day” Arthur stands in front of the two women.

Grimshaw sighs “Alright, I suppose he can take the day off.”

Arthur nods and walks off. Before heading back to his tent he decides to get something for Kieran to eat. He realized how skinny the man looked when Arthur took his shirt off. Arthur grabs a bow of Pearsons stew, which isn’t the best food but’ll have to do for now, and heads back to his tent.

When he enters, Arthur sees Kieran awkwardly sitting on his cot, still looking somewhat ill.

“Here, eat somethin’” Arthur hands Kieran the bowl of stew.

Kieran immediately grabs it, thanking Arthur, before quickly shoveling the food down his throat like a starved man.

“Jesus how long has it been since you’ve eaten?”

“Probably since yesterday?” Kieran says, his words mumbled by the food still in his mouth.

He quickly finished the rest of the food, putting the now empty bowl down on a desk.

“Thank you mister, I don’t know why you’re doin’ all this for me”

“Cause it’s not right to let you suffer, and drop the ‘mister’, it’s Arthur” Arthur looks away for Kieran, seeming somewhat embarrassed by Kieran pointing out his acts of kindness.

“Well alright, thank you Arthur.”

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Whumptober 2024

(I won’t be writing for every day)

Day 1: Race Against The Clock - Poolverine

Day 5: Heatstroke - Kierthur

Day 8: Sleep Deprivation - Morbell

Day 15: Childhood Trauma - Micah Bell

Day 16: Swamp/Necrosis - Arthur Morgan

Day 20: Emotional Angst - Arthur Morgan

Day 21: Body Horror - Kieran Duffy

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Whumptober Day 1: Race Against the Clock - Poolverine

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings: Major character death, needles, experimentation

Setting: Post-movie

A/n: This is my first time writing Wade and Logan, sorry if I made any mistakes!!

(Based on ‘the bucket list’ by mikaminato on A03)

It’s been a few months since Wade saved his universe and brought back with him Logan, aka the BEST Wolverine. A title that might not be accepted by most, but Wade knows is true.

Logan has settled shockingly well into the universe. He lives with Wade and Blind Al, which is a name Logan still thinks is weird, and he has taken to sleeping on the couch since he doesn’t want to share a bed with two people.

Wade has gotten back into the whole merc thing, since after falling onto a car with Logan he thinks he’s been permanently banned from the dealership. Logan joins him on some missions, but he also does some alone, like the one he’s currently doing.

Wade is walking through a wing of what looks like a normal hospital to people on the outside, but is actually an undercover mutant-making organization.

There have been a few popping up recently in the area around where Wade lives, but he’s denied every job, since he doesn’t think he could deal with going back to one of these torture facilities, that is until now. They’ve been running low on money recently, and rent is coming up soon, so he had no other choice.

Suddenly, a group of people enter from a room infront of Wade, attacking him.

“Oh hey! I was wondering when someone was gonna appear, ya know it’s boring reading a fanfic without some action. The issue is that the author isn’t very good at action.” Wade rambles on as he takes down the guards one by one.

He doesn’t notice when one final person comes out of a room behind him. They run towards him, stabbing Wade in the shoulder with some sort of needle. Wade quickly turns around and screwers them.

He pulls the needle out, throwing it to the side carelessly. After a few seconds he lets out a cough, then another. He begins to feel weaker, swaying slightly as he slows down his walk.

“… shit” He says, in a slightly worried tone that he never uses.

He pulls off a glove and looks down at his suddenly non-scarred hand. He quickly pulls off his mask aswell and runs a hand through the hair that wasn’t there a minute ago.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He repeatedly curses, “Fuck *cough*” He bursts into a coughing fit, calming down, and taking a few deep breaths once he’s done.

“Well where the hell was that cure during the first movie” He huffs out, in a sulky tone.

Wade continues walking through the lab, albeit way slower now, and he finds nothing else. There’s no more guards, nor patients.

He’s decidedly had enough of this job and begins to make his way back home.

Once he’s reached his house, he barges in like usual, announcing his return, but there’s no reply.

He lets out a relieved sigh, realizing that there’s no one else home, followed by a few coughs.

Wade makes his way to his room and changes out of his suit, putting on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, but he doesn’t take off his mask like he usually would.

He lays down on his bed and wallows in his misery, because there’s not much else that he can do at this point. He’s in his final stages of life, he can’t prolong it, and if he’s being honest he doesn’t really want to. He wants everything to end, the thought of it seems kind of peaceful.

After a few minutes he hears the front door opening and heavy footsteps enter, Logan.

The bedroom door opens and Marypuppins rushes in and jumps onto Wade.

“Oh my baby! And you said that you didn’t want her, now look at you, taking her out on walks and everything, like a good dad.”

Logan grunts and sits down on the bed before looking over at Wade.

“Why the hell do you still have that thing on, take it off” He looks at the mask still on Wades face.

“I don’t wanna, my body my choice peanut”

Logan rolls his eyes and reaches over to take the mask off of Wade, who tries to fight back and push Logan’s arm away, to no avail. Logan notices that Wade seems weaker than before but doesn’t have much time to think about it before he pulls the mask off and sees Wades face.

“What the fuck..” He says, as Wade looks at him, giving him an awkward smile.

“Surprise..? I’m not a walking ballsack anymore.” Wade says, obviously trying to joke but his tone doesn’t convey that.

Logan takes a moment to look over Wades face, finding it fairly attractive before his brain begins to properly work.

“How the fuck did this happen”

“Well, ya know that job I got, to check out that mutant facility. Some guy stabbed me with a needle that took away my abilities… so basically he made me hot again!” Wade tries to joke his way out of the seriousness of the situation.

“… it took away your healing” Logan says, his voice going lower than usual.

“Yeah… but think about it this way sweet cheeks, now you have a not-so-ugly roommate!” Wade promptly begins to cough loudly and violently again.

“Jesus fuck” Logan curses out, staring at Wade with a hopeless look on his face.

“Awh come on baby girl, don’t look so sad, you’re making me sad!”

“Wade you’re fucking dying…”

“Well.. yeah…” Wade attempts to find a joke or something to brighten the mood, but nothing comes to mind.

Everything goes quiet for a few moments before Logan quickly gets up, putting his jacket on, and begins to rush out of the door.

“Hey, where are you going?” Wade calls out.

“I’m gonna get your healing factor back” Logan calls out before running out of the front door, slamming the door shut.

Logan spends the next few days looking for the serum that Wade was previously injected with, hoping that if he injects him with it again, it’ll allow him to regain his healing factor.

While Logan is traveling around their world, looking for a fix to Wade dying, Wade is spending his days lying in bed, moping. His condition is very quickly deteriorating and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it.

Wades refused to get checked into a hospital, because he would rather die in his own house than in a random hospital room.

He’s spent most of his days out of it, barely realizing what’s happening around him. Most of the time Al is with him, but sometimes other people come to visit, Vanessa, Dophinder, Colossus, Negasonic and Yukio. Wades grateful that he actually has friends that care about the fact that he’s dying, but half of the time he doesn’t ever realize they’re there.

Overall he feels like shit, which is probably how you’re supposed to feel when you’re dying.

Logan continues to look for the injection, which is harder to find now since in the last few months there have been more efforts to get rid of them aswell as the facilities they’re used in. Finally, after what feels like forever but has only been around a week, Logan finds one.

One singular injection, in an abandoned building.

He then begins rushing back home, hoping that he isn’t too late.

Logan barges into the living room a day later.

“Holy fuck!” Al calls out from her spot on the couch, hearing the loud crash of the door.

“It’s me” Logan replies, rushing into the room to see Wade, who looks to be in his final moments of life.

“Logan..?” Wade calls out weakly, his usual joking tone completely gone.

“It’s me bub, I got it, I’m gonna give you your healing factor back.” Logan rushes towards Wade, ready to stick the needle in him before pausing to a second as Wade tries to sit up on the bed.

“I think I’m scared of dying..” Wade croaks out.

“Well you don’t have to die” Logan replies.

“Wait.. just give me a second..” Wade says, leaning onto Logan and closing his eyes for a moment. Logan gives him a few seconds, letting Wade relax.

“Wade” He says, quietly. But there’s no reply, not even a shift of Wade’s body.

“Wade?” Logan calls out, a bit louder. He then begins to panic, shoving the needle into Wades arm and injecting the serum into him.

After a few seconds, Logan checks Wades pulse. There’s nothing. He was too late.

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Bill Williamson is a bee (hear me out)

Many people don’t like bees because they sting, and hurt you. But they only do that when they’re scared.

Many people, in the gang and even irl, don’t like Bill because he is a generally angry person, who hurts others. But the reason he does this is because he’s insecure, he’s scared of being less than others.

In conclusion, Bill Williamson is a bee and I’ve named my IKEA bee plushie after him.

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Masterlist!!

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

Cod Mw -

Character x reader

John Price

Relax - John Price x male reader/oc

Multiple Chars.

141 + Graves x male reader general relationship hcs

Rdr 2 -

Character x reader

Sean Macguire

Crushes and Confessions - Sean Macguire x male reader

Character x character

Kierthur

Heatstroke - Whumptober Day 5

Morbell

Sleep Deprivation - Whumptober Day 8

No Ship

Micah Bell

Childhood Trauma - Whumptober Day 15

Arthur Morgan

Swamp/Necrosis - Whumptober Day 16 (pt.1)

Emotional Angst - Whumptober Day 20 (pt.2)

Kieran Duffy

Body Horror - Whumptober Day 21 (pt.1)

Deadpool & Wolverine -

Character x character

Poolverine

Race against the clock - Whumptober day 1

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Crushes and Confessions (Sean Macguire x Quiet! Male Reader)

Word count - 1k

Warnings - None!!

A/n - Why does dialogue have to be so hard to write 😭. Also I really hope I got Sean’s personality right in this fic, sorry if I didn’t. (Btw I get lazy with the writing near the end)

You’ve been in the gang for a few months now, since Dutch found you on the side of the road after being abandoned by your previous gang. Although you know everyone in the gang fairly well, you haven’t said more than a few words to any of them (apart from Dutch). And everyone seems to respect your bubble, well everyone but one specific Irishman.

Sean always somehow ends up by your side, wherever you are in camp, talking your ear off. Although you haven’t specifically told him to leave you be, you’d thought that he would get the hint by now because of how disinterested you always seem, but he never does.

At first you found him *very* annoying, but to your own surprise, you don’t seem to mind it as much anymore. You have even managed to develop a crush on him, though you would never say it out loud. Mainly because of the fact that it’s illegal to be gay, but also because you find it embarrassing to admit, hell you’ve barely managed to admit it to yourself.

You currently find yourself of guard duty, though you’re barely able to focus on guarding the camp because of Sean beside you talking like it’s his last day on earth and he has to get everything out of his system. You take a look around and see Arthur walking towards the two of you.

“Sean, leave [name] be and go spout off to someone who actually cares.”

“He cares about what I’m sayin’, right [name]?” He turns to look at you, and you look back at him, giving him a shrug before turning your face away, trying to hide the smile spreading across your face at his look of betrayal.

“Awh come on!”

You hand the rifle over to Arthur, as he takes over guard duty for the rest of the day. You then begin to walk away but, to your dismay, Sean follows after you.

“Hey [name] do ya want to go into town with me?”

You look over at him, thinking for a second. You come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t hurt to go, and you should probably get some things from the store anyways, so you give him a nod. Sean grins before running off to his horse, and you follow him.

The both of you get onto your respective horses before going off into valentine. Sean continues talking your ear off on the ride into town. He then begins a whole new conversation which catches your interest.

“Is there anyone in camp that ya like?”

Part of you wants to just say ‘you’ but the reasonable part of you tells you to shut the hell up because they will surely ruin whatever friendship the two of you have. You instead opt to shake your head ‘no’.

“Really? Surely you have someone”

You shake your head again, more insistently this time.

“Alright, I’ll let you keep your secrets” he grins, like he know something that you don’t, but there’s no chance he actually knows you like him… right?

You slightly panic at the thought but once again push it to the back of your brain. No way he knows.

Once the two of you get to town, you both quickly enter the store, you to get some more food and Sean to get whatever he gets, you don’t really look at what he’s doing. Afterwards you both go to the saloon.

As Sean gets more and more drinks in him, he talks to anyone who will listen to him, while you mostly continue keeping to yourself. After a few drinks, you gain some courage and decide to tell him how you feel. You begin talking before you can actually think about what you’re about to do.

“Sean”

He turns towards you, looking surprised that you actually said something.

“Holy shit you can speak!”

You roll your eyes before continuing.

“Earlier you asked me if I liked anyone in camp. I do. I like you”

You immediately regret saying that, and your flight instincts kick in, telling you to run before you can suffer any consequences for what you said but as you get up Sean quickly grabs the corner of your coat.

“Hey hey where’re you going? Ya haven’t even heard what I’ve got to say” his usual grin pops back up on his face after being gone for a few seconds. “I like you too big guy”

“… really?”

“Yep”

“Like.. more than a friend, right?”

“Yeah”

You go quiet, thinking about what just happened, shocked. But you don’t have much time to think before a guy beside the two of you begins to speak loudly.

The man quickly begins to spout out some homophobic bullshit to everyone in the saloon, calling you guys ‘devils’ and saying that you should be arrested. You have to drag Sean out of the saloon before he can attempt to fight the guy. You manage to calm him down and after a bit he suggests getting a hotel room for the two of you so you don’t have to go back to camp, which you agree to.

You buy the room, with only one bed because it’s the cheapest option, and after a few minutes Sean sneaks in. The both of you sit on the bed together.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking, well it’s mostly Sean talking, but you don’t seem to mind it anymore.

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Ok this isn’t one of my normal posts but I NEED someone to make ghoap angst art with this poem excerpt

'Love curled up and died on such a floor.

He blinks.

Clarity improves.

He hears other creatures scream and fade.

But his silence is his.

He knows.

In time the gates will open.

In time his heart will open.

Then the shadows will bleed and the locks will break.'

Like COME ON it’s perfect!

(I would do it myself but I can’t draw buff people for shit)

BTW this is a poem I found on page 560 of the book house of leaves! (Its a continuation of the poem from the previous page)

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141 + Graves x Male reader general relationship H/C’s

SFW

(Sergeant reader)

Warnings: Probably ooc, internalized homophobia

Also sorry if the writing is weird, I wrote most of this a while ago and just finished it

(Also the writing gets a bit lazy near the end)

John Price

- He knew your strength when he accepted you into the 141, you were highly liked by all of your past captains, but he wanted to check himself if you were a good fit

- Price watched you train your first few weeks in the team and damn was he impressed

- Even after he knew you were good enough to be in the team, he didn't stop watching you

- He was immersed in how you trained, your smooth body movements, the way you could take someone down within a few seconds during sparring

- You caught him staring a few times, and he immediately turned away, his cheeks flushing red from embarrassment

- After a while he figured out he probably had feelings for you but he dismissed them, after all he's your captain and he's atleast a few years older than you

- He tried to distance himself from you, only talking when necessary for a mission

- When you brought it up to him, he would just simply reply that he's busy with work or he's stressed or literally any other excuse he could come up with on the spot

- After a while it would become decently obvious that he likes you

- He would continue watching you train, but this time try to be more secretive, it was still very obvious

- He would probably wait for you to make the first move

- Once you talk to him about it, he would immediately tell you that there's better people out there than him, that he's probably too old for you, ext.

- You continue to insist that you like him, and he would eventually accept, since he does like you back

- He would not want to tell anyone that you're dating, atleast not for a bit while you're getting used to it, after a while he might be more open to telling the rest of the 141

- You would sneak into his office during times where he was working alone and just hang out with him, talking about your day and anything that your able to talk about

- During a mission, the two of you had to share a bed in a safe house, suffice to say that after the mission was completed Price could not fall asleep without you by him

- He would ask, embarrassed, if the two of you could share a bed and you would quickly agree

- He would be fine being big or little spoon, though he would enjoy little spoon more since after a whole day of leading he would just want someone to lean on

- He would enjoy any moment of time the two of you could spend together since he's very busy

- Whenever he could he would make breakfast for you and leave it out on the counter with a sticky note with your name on it

- Everyone was trying to figure out who left the food for you while you just enjoy it quietly, knowing it was your boyfriend

- Price wouldn't be a big movie fan but he would be fine with watching a movie if it made you happy

- He would end up getting really into it though, pointing out any mistakes, cheering on the characters

- Especially if it was a war movie, he would talk and talk about any strategies the characters could use and explain what they did wrong and how they could have fixed it

- He would also love listen you you read out loud, his head laying on your thighs as he drifts off to sleep

- He would tell the others that he doesn't have favorites but they would quickly see how he always chose you to go with him or how he gave you the easier punishments when you messed up

- I feel like the rest of the 141 would pick up on you guys relationship very quickly, but they wouldn't really say anything about it, just watching how everything goes and waiting for you guys to tell them yourselves

- Except for Soap, he would constantly be making comments

- He wouldn't be a big pet name guy but he would definitely be calling you love constantly

- He would also give the best massages, they would leave you walking away feeling like a new man

John 'Soap' Mactavish

- When he first saw you he would immediately know he likes you

- He loves everything about your looks, how your uniform fits on you, your facial expressions, ext.

- imborredandwanttolookatthings

- And when he begins to talk to you he would love your personality too

- He would use every excuse possible to talk to you

- When your on base he would come up to you constantly and start making crappy jokes just to get a reaction out of you

- When on a mission he would talk to you on coms while things are going slow

- Though his dumb banter though, he would try to find out things about you like your past or even your favorite food

- And he would remember every bit of information you give him

- He would confess to you while you were out drinking with the 141

- It would just be some off handed remark about how hot he thinks you are and that he likes you and then he would just move on to the next thing he wants to say

- It would leave you and the rest of the 141 shocked

- You would tell him about it the next morning, him having completely forgotten about it, but he wouldn't try to deny anything, he would just agree with what he said the previous night, albeit a bit embarrassed that he just let it slip

- imborredandwanttolookatthings

- And once you tell him that you like him back he would be so happy

- Like picking you up and spinning you around happy, no matter how tall you are or how much you weigh

- He would immediately begin to brag to everyone about how the two of you are dating

- He would immediately shut up if you don't like it though

- Soap would try to spend even more time with you now that you're officially dating

- The guy would be following you around constantly like a lost puppy

- Unless he has something to do, if so he would be whining and complaining the whole time until he can see you again

- When on missions he would beg for Price to let the two of you go together anywhere

- He would be decently protective of you on missions, like he knows you can 100% defend yourself and kill anyone in your way but he's just worried

- If you got hurt during a mission he would immediately take you to get patched up after you finish all the important stuff

- He would then cling to you somehow even more

- until you fully recover

- He would loveee to cuddle, like Price he would be fine with being either the big or little spoon but prefer little

- In the end it's whatever you want though

- He would do anything for you

- If anyone tried to flirt with you he would simply just glare at them until they leave

- Either that or he would purposefully come over and hug you, calling you all sorts of cute nicknames hoping for the person to get the fact that the two of you are dating

- Would love pet names

- Sugar, Sweetheart, Love, Punpkin, you name it, he will call you by it

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

- Would just view you as another member of the team at first

- He wouldn't really notice anything special about you until the two of you begin to talk

- You two go on a mission together, at some point you just have to wait for who knows how long for people to arrive

- The two of you begin to talk and get to know each other

- This is when he starts liking you

- After the mission ends, he begins to hang out with you more

- Whenever he sees you on base he's come up to you and start a conversation

- He enjoys watching you train the new recruits

- He'll be standing off to the side of the field watching you, when you notice him he'll just wave to you cans continue shamelessly watching

- He's a very easy person to get along with, since he's very calm and chill most of the time

- He'd confess to you by getting you flowers and asking you out on some sort of romantic date

- When vou accent. he'll be ecstatic but try his best to

- When you accept, he'll be ecstatic but try his best to seem calm about the answer, though his insane happiness is very obvious

- He'll dress his best for the date, wanting it to turn out good

- When he sees you, in your fancy clothes, he immediately gets flustered but tries his best to hide it

- He will treat you like a king the whole time you guys are out on the date, opening doors for you, pulling out your chair, ext. Even if you tell him he doesn't have to, he enjoys treating you well

- He will listen to you talk patiently, not speaking up unless you tell him to or to let you know he's listening, he just enjoys hearing you talk

- But if you don't like talking very much, he'll take complete lead of the conversation, but still ask you thinks to get to know you better

- For the next few days after the date, he'll immediately start blushing whenever he sees you

- He would warm up to physical affection quickly, giving you hugs randomly

- He would also be fine with big or little spoon but prefer being the big spoon

- He'll run his fingers through your hair when the two of you are hugging or lying together

- If you have long hair he would loosely braid it, finding the repeated motions calming

- Overall a very calming presence

- Usually

- Sometimes he can get out of hand, if he ever does just kiss him and he'll shut up immediately

- When on missions he wouldn't really protect you, he would look out for you definitely but he trusts you to protect yourself

- If you ever tell him you need help though he'll do anything he can to help you

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

- When you're first introduced to the team, Ghost doesn't really care about you

- He'll make no effort to talk to you unless needed, it takes a while for him to warm up to new people

- He will only really get close to you after a few months of you being on the team and a few missions together

- Then he'll begin to talk to you once in a while

- He'd admire your work and how well you are able to get the enemy down and taken care of

- He wouldn't know that he's developed a crush on you until someone points it out to him

- Like he'll be talking to Soap about how good you are at your job and stuff and Soap will literally have to yell at him that he has a crush on you and even then he'll deny it

- But he'll be thinking about what Soap said and after a week or two he'll realize that he does actually have a crush on you

- But he won't act on it, atleast not for a while

- Like Price, I think he would wait for you to tell him you like him

- When you do he would seem very calm, but under the mask he's a blushing mess, very happy

- When the wrong of you start dating, he doesn't outwardly tell people but at the same time doesn't mind if people find out

- He isn't a big physical touch person but if you like it he'll learn to be okay with it

- He would be the big spoon, hugging you with a firm grasp

- It would take a while for him to feel comfortable enough to take his balaclava off in front of you, but when he does it means he truly trusts you

- If you compliment his face or even say something remotely positive about it he will melt

- He loves putting his face into your hair while the two of you are snuggled up together

- Not really a pet name guy

-But he would make a nickname for you from your name

Phillip Graves

- At first Graves didn’t really notice you, you were just another rookie in the shadows

- But as you moved up the ranks, becoming a Sargent, he began to recognize you

- He watches you train often, but plays it off as just him watching the team as a whole practice

- But everyone knows he’s just there for you

- You know that he liked you when he begins to banter with you over comms (playfully)

- He’ll make jokes and play fight back and forth

- And he’ll also try to hang out with you more at base

- But he refuses to acknowledge or admit to himself that he likes you

- I mean he’s a guy, and he would like another guy that’s gay, and he’s not gay

- Or atleast he refuses to believe it

- He was raised religious so he doesn’t have a good view of the lgbtq+ community

- He finally confesses when he’s drunk as hell at a party after a successful mission

- You accept the confession, also being drunk, and it leads to the two of you sharing a bed for the night

- When he wakes up in the morning he’s completely mortified

- You have to try and calm him down or he will freak out

- He tries to run for the door but you stop him

- After a while of talking, he finally admits to you, and to himself, that he likes you

- After that he feels like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulder

- He’s much more relaxed and focused on his work

- He often calls you to his office just to have you there

- He’s very touchy and physically affectionate

- Says he hates being the little spoon but that’s a complete lie

- He loves it

- He loves being able to relax in your arms, not having to be big or having to be the one in charge

- After you two get together he would probably trust you even more on the field

- Though he would like having you near him

- He likes taking baths with you, it calms him down

-LOVES pet names

-He calls you any and every pet name imaginable

-Mostly like foods and stuff like pumpkin, sugar, etc.

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Relax (Price x male oc)

Here a little shit post for one of my cod ocs :]

(Could be seen as Price x male reader since not much is described about my oc other than his name and type of hybrid)

Word count: 598

Warnings: none :D, just a lot of fluff

Gabriel ‘Scout’ Alvarez is a new member of the 141, though he’s unlike the rest of the team. Apart from the fact that he’s a hybrid, he is also a private. The 141 is meant to be made up of high roles, like Sergeants and Lieutenants, but they’ve made an exception for Scout.

He skips through the halls of the 141’s building, tail swishing behind him. As he passes by Captain Price’s office, he hears what seems like stomping inside. Against his better judgment, he takes a peek inside the room.

There he sees an annoyed Price, slumping back onto his desk chair and gripping a pencil so hard it looks like it’ll snap in half. Scout takes a step inside the room and Price looks up at him.

“Do you need something Private?”

“I notice that you look stressed”

“Great observation, anything else?”

“I was wondering if I could try something out?” Scout bounces on his feet.

“..like what?”

“Here just..-“ Scout cuts himself off as he walks towards the Captain’s desk. He kneels down on the floor beside Price's leg and rests his head on the thigh.

“And what’s this supposed to be?” His voice sounds scarily stern.

“Dog therapy, I’ve tried it with a few of my friends in the past and it helped so I thought maybe it would help you..” His head turns to the side nervously, looking away from the captain.

Price lets out a sigh but after a second his left hand is placed on top of Scout's head, between his ears. He begins to gently scratch and pet the hair on Scout's head which leads to the mutt letting out a content huff. The sound of his tail hitting against the floor board can be heard as Price gets back to his work, surprisingly a bit more relaxed now.

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Gaz takes a step into the captain’s room, wanting to ask a question about the latest mission, but immediately stops in his tracks as he sees the scene in front of him.

Price looks up from his desk towards Gaz. “Need something?” He says in a friendly and relaxed tone, continuing to pet Scout.

“Um yes.. sir I was wondering….” He asks Price the question, to which price answers, before sending him out of the room.

Gaz walks towards the small kitchen in the rec room of the 141’s building, where Soap is inside, eating some cereal.

“You will not believe what I just saw in the captain's room” Gaz says exasperated, as he leans against the counter beside Soap.

“What did you see?” Soap replies, his mouth still full of food.

“It was the new guy, Scout, he was like sitting on the floor with his head on Price’s knee as price per his hair?” Gaz sounded confused as he explained the situation.

“Holy shite, so he does act like a dog.” Soap sounds amused.

Gaz shrugs.

“I wonder if he’ll roll over if I tell him to”

Gaz lets out a laugh. “Oh come on, he’s partially a human too”

Soap grins and shrugs as he takes another bite of the food.

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Price takes his hand off of the private’s head as he is about to stand up for a smoke break. Though he hesitates as he sees that Scout has fallen asleep on his leg, his tail is still lazily wagging behind him. After a second on thought, Price decides that he doesn’t need a break, and goes back to his work, his hand reaching over to Scout's head again to continue to pet him.

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I’m Aiden/Leaf, pronouns he/him

:)

Ps - I’ll be writing for anything I’m interested in at the moment (and some random shit posts from time to time!)

I’ll only be writing for male reader

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