#dw it wasn't an insult lol

[aftg-and-random-things]

Last year my roommate said I have a rsf (resting scared face), and I think that is such an accurate way to describe how Neil looked to everyone in the beginning.

[madschiavelique]

Hi! This is my first request, sorry if it isn’t that coherent. Is it cool if I send a hurt/comfort drabble request with gn reader x Miguel?

Maybe something where an enemy takes advantage of Miguel’s lack of spider sense and is severely injured to the point where he can’t keep up his tough exterior anymore. He’d probably dread how vulnerable the situation made him and would want the reader beside him for the next mission, as some kinda filler spider sense after he recovers (or just has them there for comfort but doesn’t wanna admit it LOL)

hiya anon !! this was coherent don't worry hehehe

summary : miguel gets severely injured on a mission and wants you by his sides for all the upcoming ones

content warnings : blood, cuts, miguel almost dying (he doesn't dw), flangst (?), this turns sweet, no use of Y/N, gender neutral!reader word count : 2,2k

tag list : @fandom-ash

Miguel found himself alone on the field. This wasn't usually a problem, as the number of individual missions he'd carried out before forming his entire Spider Society was vast. It hadn't always been easy, of course, but he'd always managed to pull himself up, like a true Spider-Man would.

The rain clattered against the pixels of his suit, thunder rumbling between the dark clouds where skyscrapers sank like daggers into a black cotton belly.

He was out of breath, the anomaly he was facing was the typical weak point of his mutation: it was invisible, and extremely fast, which didn't help as Miguel's Spidersenses were profoundly insignificant, or even to put it simply: non-existent.

If he could get a visual on his target, everything would be perfectly fine. He could carry out his mission like the usual without a care. But invisible? That was undoubtedly his Achilles' heel in anomalies.

His hand was pressed against one of his bleeding sides as he stood breathless on a rooftop. The anomaly kept using its invisibility and speed to make unpredictable sprints to cut him from side to side.

He muttered an insult under his breath, his shoulders, arms and legs riddled with cuts of varying depths that were causing severe pain all over his body.

The anomaly was taunting him, laughing at one corner and then the next second calling out from another. The situation was becoming far too complex, and he could feel that the loss of blood from his body was starting to have an impact, weakening him enormously in this fight. It was more than a weakness actually, it was a real danger.

His eyes were looking in all directions, turning in on himself. Silence and the inability to know where his enemy was had never frightened him so much. He knew very well that the invisible things were just as dangerous as the visible ones, if not more so.

You don't always see love when it's coming, and you sometimes fail to recognise death when it arrives.

Call for help? Yes, perhaps that would be best, no matter how proud he was and how independent he wanted to be. Trying to regain a less shaky breath, he swallowed as he brought his lips to his watch:

"Lyla call the-" but he was cut off instantly by the anomaly that came at him in a flash, slicing into the back of his leg with such power that he fell to his knees with a grunt. The puddle into which he had fallen became darker, the red of his blood mingling with it under the light of one of the neon advertisements on an adjacent building.

He groaned in frustration, bringing the watch up to his mouth again.

"Lyla-" he breathed a little louder, but the anomaly cracked the silence with a high-pitched laugh as he cut into his back with a straight, deep line of his own.

Miguel arched his back, a growl mingling with a cry of desperation and terrible frustration as he lay on the ground.

Was it the rain, or was his vision becoming blurry ?

The anomaly materialised before his tired eyes, kneeling beside him, tilting its head to one side.

"All so," he laughed horribly, "big and strong and muscular." the anomaly grabbed his arm evilly, squeezing his hand over a cut that was burning hellishly, and Miguel let out screams through his teeth.

"But I'll tell you something, big buy," the anomaly said simply, moving a little closer to Miguel, who was beginning to find it harder and harder to stay awake. "In the end, we're all made of flesh that can be cut, and bones that can be broken."

He held up his knife, which the raindrops were cleaning of Miguel's blood, still glued to the blade. He then placed it against Miguel's cheek, his vision completely blurred.

"Lyla," he whispered, barely audible, using what little strength he had left to cry out for help.

He saw the knife rise, thinking to himself, this is it, it's over, he thought.

He murmured something, just something ? No, it was more important than that. He murmured your name.

He wanted, no, needed to see you now. Hear your voice, see you once more before… he just needed you by his side.

He felt so lonely.

He could’ve chosen anyone to be by his sides, heck someone was literally by his side at the moment and it was an anomaly, so he wasn’t exactly alone. But still, still, he wanted you.

The knife elevated, ready to strike him down, the sound of the anomaly’s laughter echoing in his mind in a numb way. And that’s when he saw a bright orange in the reflection of the bloody puddle, and lost consciousness.

He awoke in the infirmary, his eyes gradually adjusting to the whitish light. The aseptic air caught his nostrils, his lips were dry and a slight headache tugged at his skull.

He was lying on a stretcher in a position somewhere between sitting up and lying down. As he tried to straighten up, he was immediately stopped by an intense pain, and immediately tensed up.

"Hey hey hey, easy, easy."

He knew that voice, very, very well indeed. He opened his eyes again, slowly.

You were there, at his bedside, just above him to make sure he didn't try to get up again. He inhaled slowly, breathing hurt a little, and he wrinkled his nose in pain.

"How long was I out?" he asked, his first thought always remaining on the subject of organisation.

"Three days," you replied, standing next to him, arms folded.

"Three d-!" but the rise in his tone made his whole chest ache.

"Hey shh shh shh," you soothed, coming to rest your hand on his cheek to provide a point of anchorage for him in the middle of all of this pain.

"Three days," he breathes against your touch as he squirmed around trying to find a comfortable position without feeling like his whole body was on fire. "It's too much wasted time, I have to go back-"

"You're not going back anywhere for a little while, Miguel." you cut, voice calm.

"But I have to-" his breath came a little sharper.

"Miguel, you're not going to do anything at all except rest." you reiterated.

"Listen to me-"

"No, you listen to me," you interjected this time in a much less calm and more strict tone, which surprised him enough to stop him from continuing to fidget and breathe almost frantically. "You had a near-death experience, Miguel," your words were categorical. "And I refuse to allow you to not recover from that properly just so you can kill yourself at work instead, because... fuck, I was so scared." your voice had trailed off on the last word, broken.

Your eyes avoided his, looking up at the ceiling, biting your lip as your gaze fell back on the countless cuts he had strewn across his body. Your hand, previously on his cheek, came to rest beside him on the stretcher.

And you could feel his eyes on you, expecting your next words.

"When Lyla appeared to us... I had never seen her so serious and anxious at the same time. I have always seen her as playful and," a sigh, "sassy. But then, what she said made my heart drop," you admitted, looking him in the eye, trying to articulate.

A tear rolled down your cheek, and you immediately brushed it away, trying to pull yourself together.

"When we arrived, you were in an indescribable state, you were motionless... gosh Miguel I've never wished so much to see someone make just one movement," you breathed in, wiping away the other hot tears that wanted to flow further down your cheeks. "You can't imagine the relief I felt when they stabilised your state."

He looked at you, lips parted as he listened intently. And he thought of how he had wished you in death to bring him life and how you had wished him in life to stay away from death.

"I stayed, you know? By your side. Days, nights, whenever I could," you smiled, a small breath living your lips as you sniffed.

His heart was overflowing with emotions, all the sensations and thoughts that had taken hold of him during his confrontation with the anomaly coming back vividly to his mind, and yet he felt it all squeezed into his chest.

"I..." his voice grew small, and he swallowed to try and make his throat more cooperative to make the lump that was forming in it disappear.

"I thought... I'd never get to see you again," he admitted, inhaling softly.

His hand came to rest on yours, his fingers gently caressing your skin as you took it in yours.

"I..." his eyes were veiled by a curtain of tears that stung his nose, and he bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at your hands interlaced.

He thought back to the rain that kissed him goodbye, to the thunder that rumbled through the dark clouds as if to lecture him, to the feel of the sharp blade on his skin and the life that was gradually leaving him. But above all he remembered his vulnerability, and the possibility that this moment might be his last.

"It was so cold... I just," a tear finally rolled down his cheek, "I just wanted you to be here," his eyes returned to yours, "with me."

You could see it in his eyes, the fear, the dread that something like this could happen again. You bit your lip, your chin trembling as you gripped his hand a little tighter in yours.

"I need you by my side," he declared.

Your free hand gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, his lids closing.

"I will be by your side," you whispered, "I will protect you."

He breathed in gently, his eyes meeting yours again.

"From now on, everywhere I'll go, you'll go with me," he concluded, and you squeezed his hand in yours again.

"I'll go with you," you agreed, wiping the last tear from your cheek, the salts of your two cries combining on the back of your hand like an oath.

Miguel had recovered well. At first he'd inevitably flinched at the fact that he'd let everything be controlled by someone other than himself, but in the end he'd let it slide.

You came to visit him every day, not only to make your report but also simply to spend time with him. You always brought him empanadas from the cafeteria, knowing how much he loved them. It has to be said that if there was one thing you could often bribe Miguel on, it was empanadas. That and maybe stroking his hair...

When he finally came out of the infirmary, a tiny celebration was held. He didn't like the idea at all, but you knew deep down that the intention behind it warmed his heart.

Life went back to what it used to be, with of course a slight change that surprised everyone.

As agreed, wherever he went, you went. Every spiderperson in the Society had obviously noticed the sudden change. From one day to the next, Miguel couldn't go anywhere without you by his side.

You went on walks with him in the park, you would always eat with him at the cafeteria, you were in his office whenever he was, and it felt to most spiders now that you two would eternally be inseparable.

The time finally came for Miguel to go on a mission, where you would work with him to catch the anomaly but above all to lend him your Spidersenses, which were working to the highest perfection.

The portal formed in front of you, Miguel tensing slightly. You put your hand on one of his shoulders and he turned to you.

"It's okay, I'm here" you remarked.

This simple fact lifted a weight from his shoulders as if by magic. He smiled at you before you put your mask on, his own mask pixelating on his face, and you stepped through the portal.

You reached a rooftop, the gate closing behind you. Silence fell and Miguel tensed. He had no idea where the danger might be coming from.

"Hey, look at me," you said simply.

He turned to you, still as uptight as ever.

"Just breath okay?"

He breathed in gently, relaxing his shoulders as he listened, a little more reassured by your simple presence.

You waited patiently, not moving an inch. And what if you couldn't feel certain sensations either?

But he had nothing to worry about, because you immediately took him by the arm and drew him against the wall of the roof exit, pressing your body against his as next to you a kind of big multicoloured puddle burst violently onto the ground right where you previously were.

He was breathing heavily, his back pressed against the wall, while you were as calm as when you had arrived. His head turned towards yours, your two masked faces immensely close.

"I meant it when I said I would protect you."

He chuckled.

Wherever you go, I'll go with you.

[11queensupreme11]

Honestly, (and I want you to know this is not an insult!) I didn't really feel as drawn in for this chapter as the others. Maybe bc it was so much baldur who we don't even know and isn't around much. Idk, but I loved beelies despair! He deserves after the crap he pulled. Also, so baldur wasn't all that good either? Cheating on his wife. Naughty naughty. Guess that puts percy a bit above him bc if she married, she is loyal. Idk kinda ruined his perfect image,ya know, lol! Also, it's so weird to think odin was once like posiedon in his protectiveness. Great chapter, and I can't wait for more!

dw i struggled with the flashback scene cuz i didn't want put too many details (i was more eager to write about beelie's angsty scene 💀) so i dont see this as an insult

[fratboykate]

I thought they were bringing the original guy back to showrun DW? Idk his name.

OH YEAH......IT'S RTD COMING BACK...

Whomp Whomp...

I really disliked his era too. I can't fucking win lol. He didn't make DW. Tennant and Piper did. It wasn't the writing. The writing was HOT GARBAGE. It was their chemistry. Literally *everything* around The Doctor and Rose was kind of a Hot Mess Express. The episodes that were actual masterpieces were the ones Moffat wrote (Blink, etc) which is why he got the next tenure. Then Ten and Donna was all Tennant and Catherine's chemistry too. Martha is the second worst companion ever, only beat by fucking River. I just...you couldn't pay me money to watch Martha's episodes.

I mean.....COME ON! RTD was writing farting monsters. Pleaseeeeee. Anyone who prefers RTD to Moffat needs to find god because this didn't even become a serious show until Moffat took over. RTD simply hit the lotto with actors. If he hadn't that reboot wouldn't have lasted two years because the success sure as fuck wasn't resting on his writing. Eccleston and Piper were lightning in a bottle. Then when you thought it couldn't get better you got TENNANT AND PIPER. That is one of those "once in a lifetime" pairings. You can't dream of casting that shit. They dropped the ball HARD with Freema. She just.....can't act lol. And to add insult to injury her character was THE FUCKING WORST. Unbearable season. Then we're back to Tennant and Catherine which is again...lightning in a bottle. RTD got fucking lucky back then. Plain and simple.

I WILL SAY THIS THO...He stopped writing the show in…2009 right? That’s what it was I think. Because if Clara came in 2012 then that means Amy was 2010 which means he left in 2009. That’s 13 years of growth as a writer and in that time he *did* write one of my all time favorite shows. YEARS & YEARS is a fucking gem. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt but his tenure was also SO BAD. Bro...farting monsters and garbage cans that eat people? There was also the one who like ate the dude and the dude's face was in the monster's stomach cuz he wasn't fully digested or something? IT WAS SO FUCKING BAD. It was terrible.

[sailorhyunjinz]

hello cherry !!! it's been too long since i shot you an ask so i hope ur doing good :D

i LOVEDDDD IN THE LOST SOULS PT2 !!!!! the idea was so so fresh and amazing idk how you thought of it

also i had another skz dream last night !!! i probably shouldve sent this ask like 12 hours ago when i actually woke up but anyway

idk why i call them "skz dreams" because in both the ones ive had, there's only been one member present lol

it was an action movie and minho was the Main Character™️ because of fucking course he is and i was the Love Interest™️. actually ig i was more of a side character since it wasn't like Actively Pursing Me was a subplot of the movie we were just dating and that happened to be a detail in the movie lol but anyway DATING LEE MINHO LUCKY ME RIGHT !!!

ik i said this was an action movie but i dont really remember any of the action ???? pls just trust me on this one lol i swear it was an actuon movie.

all i remember is that we woke up in bed and we sat up and i KISSED HIM and told him to stay safe 😭😭😭 his lips were so soft i swear im so damn touch starved 😭😭😭 im literally losing it as i type fjsgsjsgs the sun was shining onto us he looked angelic 😭😭 it was like straight out of a fanfiction

whoo i typed a lot O_o tl;dr im down bad and touch starved lol

EEEEK thank you so much for reading both parts and just aaaah providing so much support >:(((

the most important action you needed to remember and that you did remember is the kiss, throw everything else away-

damn lucky you, bro just feeling his lips on yours im bout to screech like boy be keeping that pout moisturized and soft AND THE FACT THAT HIS CATS GET TO FEEL THAT LIKE ALL THE TIME AND I DONT IS INSULTING-

<///3 dw honey, we all touch starved <///3

[catigereptile]

Ah I see, that makes sense. Never thought about it that way but now that you mention it he was the last one to die from the big 5. It'd be interesting to see DW make use of that. Speaking of Zhang He, there's a certain theory out there that says Sima Yi forced Zhang He to charge out to fight Shu even though Zhang said it wasn't a wise thing to do and basically got him killed on purpose to get rid of Wei loyalists who would get in the way of the Jin dynasty's formation. Do you think it's true?

What I’ll say is that it’s not some kind of brand new modern theory. At the end of the Jin, a minister named Wang Hong, who would soon be one of Liu Yu’s top advisors during the Liu-Song, fake-comforted some kid over the death of Liu Yu’s Old General Deputy-type guy Liu Muzhi (suicide, actually, because he figured out that Liu Yu was going to try to usurp the throne), saying something along the lines of “Back in the day, the Wei dynasty relied heavily upon Zhang He, they couldn’t go a day without his advice. When Zhang He died, what became of the Wei dynasty?” And everyone laughed and it made the kid upset so he dismissed everyone from the court. About a year later Liu Yu usurped the throne. It’s in the Nanshi:

  南史:【新校本南史·卷十九 】    孟顗(Hapless Jin Guy)，字彦重，平昌���丘人，卫将军昶(Tragic-ish Jin General)弟也。昶、顗并美风姿，时人谓之双珠 [lol]。昶贵盛，顗不就辟。昶死后，顗历侍中、仆射、太子詹事、散骑常侍、左光禄大夫。  尝就徐羡之，因叙关、洛中事，顗叹刘穆之终后便无继者，王弘亦在，甚不平，曰：“昔魏朝酷重张郃，谓不可一日无之。及郃死，何关兴废？”[孟]顗不悦，众宾笑而释之。后卒于会稽太守。 

So that’s about 150 years after Zhang He died they were already talking about the idea that his death was somehow connected to the Sima’s usurpation of the throne.

As for a direct response to his death being a Wei vs Jin theory, I say nah. Zhang He was probably pushing 70 at that point, and even though Sima Yi has this reputation as a long-game schemer, I don't think that Sima Yi had the idea of a new dynasty in mind. Though, it is worth noting that the SGZ does point out that Zhang He's influence in Cao Rui's court went at least a little beyond military matters. 

HOWEVER personally I think it would be insulting to Sima Yi’s intelligence to think it was just a really stupid mistake.  I mean obviously I’m not sure of anything … but if you want my hot take, it would be that Cao Zhen died suddenly, Sima Yi was put in charge suddenly, subsequently made a series of strategic errors that Zhang He, who had been doing this thing for 50 years, had correctly called; Sima Yi was probably worried that Zhang He would replace him as Da Sima, which would simply diminish Sima Yi’s influence, Plotting To Take Over Wei or not. The way the ZZTJ describes those exchanges has kind of a tense vibe to it.  I've heard some people argue that the way Zhang He's SGZ bio is written, despite its length, is a little terse. 

/takes off tinfoil hat

[lhsk-sanches]

Note I wasn't trying to insult you or hit on you. Was just a random trying to be friendly comment. Hope I didn't offend you in any way

Nah you didn't dw :) im just terrible at making conversation if I'm honest lol, thank you though