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Soft side

Druig x self insert

Description: Watching a sad movie with Druig and he is a little more sensitive than I thought

Warnings: me

"STOP IT!!!!!!! THAT HURTS!" My screams echoed through Druig's house. We were all visiting, Makkari, Thena, and I. We were on our mission of helping other Eternals. So far our impact was well received. Often we had help from a special someone. Meaning Aros, brother of thanos. In actuality he isn't special, but he totally flirts with me. I find it flattering. But I have a boyfriend. A long distance boyfriend.

Sometimes it gives me anxiety, panic, sadness, hardship, ect. But I love him and I will make it work. I was a bit disappointed he didn't ask me to live with him in his house. But I let it go and moved on.

Druig suddenly ran into the room where the three girls were. Makkari on top of me, tickling mercilessly. Thena on one of the two beds, silently reading a book. He sighs in relief that I am unharmed.

"I thought someone was dying. Geez." He chuckles, his voice thick with exhaustion. Makkari gets off and helps me to sit up in th bed. We are staying in his guest room.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud. Well, I meant to scream, but I didn't mean to wake you. I'll be quieter!!" I laugh, still scared by Makkari. She is cuddled into my side like a child and I pet her hair in a motherly fashion.

"Its alright, I was just resting. You guys can be loud or whatever. I just was worried about you love." Druig chuckles. He walks towards the bed and shoos Makkari. She hurts and moves next to Thena. He sets himself next to me and leans his head on my shoulder.

"Ooh, we should watch a movie!" I say cheerfully. Everyone agrees to my idea and we try to decide on something. I excitedly head to the living room, the others following. Makkari dangles off the recliner and Thena carefully sits down on the end of the couch. Druig sits opposite end of Thena, making sure to leave room for me. I eagerly set myself on the floor in front of the TV stand, which contains the movies.

"Why are all your movies broing?" I whine to my boyfriend. Makkari jumps beside my spot on the ground. She nods and eyes Druig.

Where are the romcoms? Makkari signs. I burst into a fit of laughter as Druig rolls his eyes and stands. He reaches to a shelf above the hanging TV. I was a bit surprised the first time I came to his new house to find the size of the TV.

Druig pulls down a large box. He opens it with a hidden key and places it in front of us, kneeling to our level. It is full of romance movies. Makkari and I make eye contact above his knee led body, both of us trying not to burst into laughter.

I didn't know he liked that sort of thing. Makkari signs, biting her trembling lip. My breath rises and falls quicker and quicker as I restrain my giggles.

"Oh honey." I say, bursting into a large fit of laughter. I try to contain the sound with my hand but fail.

"T-There for you...when you visit." Druig rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. His face is as red as a tomato and he sighs.

"Druig I think its cite to have a soft side!" I tease him.

"Pick a movie babe." He rolls his eyes. I look through the box and me and Makkari decide to watch the notebook.

"Great, I can't wait to watch you all cry."

At the end of the movie Thena was laughing, Makkari 'used the bathroom' at least 12 times, I was sad but I didn't cry, and Druig had the waterworks. He tried to act like he wasn't sobbing but he sure was.

"Oh baby, its okay!!" I try to comfort him. We are curled up under a cozy blanket, my body flailed over his. He puts his head in the crook of my neck to hid his damp face. I feel the cold tears soaking into my skin. I restrain the laughter and wrap my arms around him. He cuddles into me for awhile until he has pulled himself together.

“See who’s soft?” he laughs trying to cover the crack in his voice by clearing his throat. I laugh at him briefly.

“Not you’re not, my big tough guy.”

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sidehustlesoc · 2 years

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The Little Things

Druig x self tasm!Peter Parker x Harley

Description: sometimes the little smudges just mess up the whole big picture.

warnings: fighting, teasing, idk me as a human

A/N: Written with @xxlastoftheemosxx, this is the side blog of @scarthefangirl

Harley and Peter arrive at Scar and Druig’s apartment just outside of New York City. The formers apartment is getting debugged this coming week. Peter insists on getting both suitcases because of his superstrength, which annoys Harley because she is perfectly capable of carrying her own. Nevertheless, she knocks on the door of the apartment.

There is a second of silence before they hear Scar shout, “Coming!” and the brown haired woman opens the door with a smile. She waves them in the big apartment and shuts the door after the young pair enter.

“Thanks for letting us stay,” Harley says, even though she already thanked the two over the phone.

“Of course! Anything for a friend. Besides, I have yet to meet the famous Peter Parker!” Scar exclaims brightly.

“I’ve been a bit busy, sorry,” Peter says, offering a hand to the brunette. She takes it with a small shake.

“Oh my gosh, you haven’t met Druig either have you Harley?” Scar questions with sudden shock.

“Nope, he’s never around when I swing by,” Harley shrugs, “I was beginning to think he was putting off meeting me.”

“He tends to make people feel that way.” Scar says with a laugh, “Even me sometimes! But anyway, how about a snack? Peter must be tired from lugging all those bags.”

“First off, it's two bags, and he wouldn’t let me carry mine, I tried,” Harley chuckles.

Scar leads them to the small kitchen and opens the fridge, looking for something appetizing. “What are you two in the mood for?”

“Dunno? I guess I’ll just have a glass of water,” Harley shrugs, before glancing at Peter.

“Do you have any chips? I could go for some chips,” Peter responds.

“Sure! What kind?” The woman in front of the fridge asked, shutting the door. She makes her way to a cupboard and pours a glass of water from the fridge. She sets it in front of Harley and looks to Peter curiously.

“Do you have Doritos?”

“Basic. But yeah I do.”

“Sometimes basic is best,” Peter argues. Scar rolls her eyes and heads to the small pantry, pulling out a clipped bag of Doritos.

“Careful not to let Druig see you eating those. He kills for those, literally. I will be sure to get more at the grocery store tomorrow for you both.” Scar chuckles. She is deadly serious about the killing part, though. She had never seen a man so murderous.

“I don’t know, I could probably take him,” Peter says, exuding misplaced confidence. Scar bursts into laughter and dramatically wipes a tear from her eye.

“You’re cute, sweety.” The girl shakes her head with another short fit of laughter.

“Peter, darling, I love you, but you can’t beat Druig. He has mind control powers,” Harley says, patting Peter’s arm.

“And he is super strong- I mean, he is slightly more experienced than you.” Scar searches for the correct words, so she doesn’t sound so smitten.

“I’m super strong too,” Peter mumbles dejectedly.

“Mmm, you know he is immortal right? He has had years to learn how to fight. Besides, he can just tell your mind not to and your body just goes ‘oop- I’m out.’” Scar giggles.

“I could build something to stop the mind control,” Peter insists. Everything becomes dead silent when the front door opens. Scar smirks at Peter and shouts for her husband to come to the kitchen.

“Watch your back Peter.” She whispers as the man enters.

As if in defiance Peter eats another Dorito, while Harley shakes her head laughing.

“Is that the last bag of Doritos?” Druig puts on a deep voice, having learned the whole conversation from the mind of Harley. He walks over to Peter and stands in front of him boldly.

“Maybe? I was just handed the bag? I don’t know what’s in your pantry,” Peter answers. Druig’s eyes barely fade orange when Scar bumps his arm to stop him.

“They are guests. We will treat them with respect. Right?” He nods after his wife’s words. “How about we show you to your room? It is getting dark, maybe we can start a movie after we all get settled.”

“That sounds fantastic! It’s nice to finally meet you, Druig,” Harley says, waving. Scar shows them to the guest room, which includes a bathroom. Scar and Druig get some food and a few movie options ready.

Meanwhile Peter and Harley began to unpack. Peter even changed into something more comfortable. They meet the other couple on the couch and Druig lists the options. There are countless options and Scar and Druig look to the pair on the couch for answers.

“Rogers: The Musical?” Harley says unsure. Druig rolls his eyes and starts to put it on. Scar already has pj’s on because she is a lazy person and never leaves, so she jumps onto the couch a short distance from the others.

The intro music begins to play, and Harley squeals a bit. Scar looks at the screen with anticipation, unlike the boys. But they power onward without a complaint. Well, Druig powers on, Peter would never admit it in front of Harley or Druig, but he loves musicals.

The movie night was going well, not a hitch in the slightest, well until Peter tangled his feet with Harley’s. She promptly kicks them away, even going so far as to push Peter away from her. Scar tries to muffle the laugh escaping her lips.

“Mm, anyway, liking the show?” She clears her throat, hoping to pull Harley’s focus away from the glare she is sending Peter’s way.

“Yeah, reminds me of the good old days, before I fell in love with an annoying idiot,” Harley deadpans.

“Same girl.” Scar jokes. “But to be fair neither of you are wearing socks, so you both disgust me.”

“I can’t help it. They just disappear into nothingness. I barely have any left!”

“They’re in our couch, Harls. They’re always in our couch,” Peter sighs, shaking his head. Druig clears his throat, but it can’t cut the tension.

“I never lose any socks. I am disgusted by not wearing them. Unlike this little-” Druig cuts her off before she regrets anything. Harley moves next to Scar, away from her boyfriend and his feet.

“Hey. That's mean.” Peter pouts. Druig speaks into Scar’s mind (something she has had to get used to having happen) ugh, she ruined your cuddles. Scar chuckles and mutters something about being embarrassed.

“Three is a crowd Harley.” Scar states, hoping Harley catches her drift.

“Yeah Druig, go sit with poor little Peter.” Harley gives Druig a quick glare. He facepalms and pulls the blanket into his own hands, standing up.

“You two are a hazard to society.” Druig points to Peter and Harley.

“Excuse you? We’re superheroes!” Harley insists.

“If this is what heroes are now, I fear for this planet. I am going to bed.” Druig groans. Scar whines and begs him not to.

“Nooooo, come back. Don’t let these morons ruin anything.” Scar says in a child-like fashion. Harley gasps and dramatically hides under the blanket with Peter.

“You chose this moron! You willingly became my friend!” She calls out from under the blanket.

“Mmm, the friendship has always been a little one-sided.” Scar says sarcastically.

“Rude!”

“You did invite yourself to our house for a week, just saying.” The girl alone on the couch teases.

“You invited us!” Harley counters.

It’s at this point that Peter and Druig are looking at each other wondering what they had gotten themselves into. Druig had always wondered that of course, knowing the level of insanity his wife was at.

Everyone slowly went to their rooms, hoping for a foot-less, peaceful night. Of course this wasn’t going to happen, if it did, it would have been a miracle. The screaming rage of a very tired Harley echoed through the state of New York everytime Peter even brushed his feet against her.

“I swear to the gods Peter, if you don’t stop it I will kill you!” Harley says finally having enough.

“Whatever, you’re way more annoying,” Peter sighs into his pillow.

It was the next morning when everyone sat around the small table. They filled all the seats, seeing as it was a small table meant for the apartment. Peter and Harley sat at the largest distance they could, giving looks to each other as Scar and Druig got everyone their requested breakfast.

Harley had attempted to help her friend, but Scar had insisted that her and Peter were guests. So there they sat, Harley avoiding Peter’s gaze, waiting for breakfast to be served. Secretly they both wanted to make up already, but they were both way too stubborn to make the first move.

It was Druig opening the fridge that pulled Harley out of her thoughts. To her complete and utter horror he took a swig of milk out of the carton. She tried her best not to comment, but her words just slipped out, “That’s disgusting.”

“I told you to leave the kitchen Druig! All you’re doing is stirring up trouble!” Scar shouts in aggravation.

“Give the guy a break, it’s not that gross,” Peter mumbles. Scar’s eyes light up in flames.

“Peter Parker, you better not have done that before, especially while we’ve been together!” Harley all but shouts, tone getting progressively angrier.

“It’s not like you’ve noticed,” Peter glares, “Besides you and I already swap spit on a daily basis. What's the big deal?”

“Listen, y’all better shut up at my dining table before I put any more poison into these eggs.” Scar snaps at the two, forcing the carton out of Druig’s hands and throwing it away. She sets a plate of food in front of everyone and sits down.

“Sorry Scar, I don’t know what’s gotten into us. We’re not usually like this,” Harley sighs, poking at her food with a fork. Scar inhales deeply and smiles.

“It’s alright. Normally Druig isn’t this annoying and rude.” She snaps with a clearly forced smile. Druig looks up from his fork with a glare,

“I can read what you are thinking.” he says with a deadly tone. Scar again inhales and exhales deeply, pressing her shiny smile further.

“Wait, you’re not like reading me and Peter’s thoughts are you?” Harley asks, suddenly concerned.

“I tell him not to do that, but he probably is because he has no basic respect.” Scar forces a laugh.

“Great…” Harley trails off.

“That’s cool! What am I thinking right now!” Peter asks excitedly. Harley can’t help but smile at the dork even though she’s still mad.

“That you love musicals, but are too embarrassed to admit it, that you think Harley is adorable when she’s angry, and I won’t even repeat the last thing because of how utterly bizarre it is,” Druig sighs.

“You’re done. You’re done.” Scar says, grabbing his plate. “Go to work please.”

“It’s a Tuesday… you know I work on specific days babe.” Druig complains, but has a smile when she allows him to eat.

“Don’t tell us what he is thinking.” Scar mumbles, stuffing her mouth with toast.

“In all fairness, I did ask,” Peter defends Druig.

“Boys, let’s not read minds while eating, especially Peter’s mind. God knows what he’s thinking at any given moment,” Harley sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Why so uptight today, dang.” Druig says to his wife who doesn’t take it lightly.

“I am going for a walk.” She says, leaving her dish on the table and going to grab a coat.

“I’ll come with you if you don’t mind?” Harley says hesitantly.

“Alright, that’s fine. Don’t forget your coat. It’s a little chilly.” Scar smiles gently at the girl in front of her.

Harley runs to her room and grabs one of her many many jackets, before heading out the door with Scar.

“Boys, am I right?” Harley jokes. Scar chuckles and nods her head.

“Yeah. I’m sorry your first days at our place were awfully sucky.” Scar says with a guilty look on her freckled face.

“It’s fine everyone argues eventually.”

“Yeah but it was totally rude of Druig.” Scar pauses and rolls her eyes at Harley's face, “Fine. It was totally rude of Druig, and me.”

“I mean me and Peter weren’t much better,” Harley admits.

“You know, early on in me and Druig’s marriage we spent a night with Sersi and Sprite. We fought all night over whether or not we should get a new door. We ended up getting one. Oh my word, I felt so bad for those poor girls. It was such a silly fight!” Scar says with a chuckle, remembering the scene.

“Peter and I are always fighting about the dishwasher, he puts the forks, spoons, and knives together,” Harley says, annoyed before her face softens at the next sentence. “He says it’s because they can’t hang out together in the drawer.”

“That’s funny!! Druig always argues with me because I always wear socks. I sleep in them, I always wear them. Unless I am swimming or showering.” Scar laughs as she looks at her feet, feeling bad for fighting with her husband.

“Yeah, you know, I can’t stand how much he worries about my wellbeing, I get why, and don’t get me wrong it’s super sweet, but it drives me up the wall,” Harley smiles fondly.

“Oh don’t get me started on that. I know I am human, but I am not made of glass! He thinks because he is immortal or whatever that I am going to break at a single touch.” Scar laughs at her own sentence (that is what usually happens).

Harley looks down playing with her fingers, “You know, sometimes I look at Peter, and I still get butterflies. I still can’t believe I get to date someone so kind and selfless, that I get to wake up next to him every day. He’s annoying as hell, but he’s worth it.”

“Yeah, I mean to think when I was a young kid I literally prayed for a man like Druig. And he walked right into my life. I can’t be happier for myself.” Scar laughs, wiping a spare tear. “Oh great. We have to apologize, don't we?” She rolls her deep green eyes.

“Yeah, I think we do,” Harley sighs, “I may have threatened manslaughter.”

“Yeah well let’s not talk about what I threatened to do with the frying pan when you and Peter were waiting for breakfast.” Scar grimaces at the thought of her past threat.

“I suck at apologizing, I never know what to say,” Harley says, nervousness evident in her voice.

“I suck at it because I know what I need to say but I don’t want to admit to failure.” Scar says to the point. “Usually I add a gesture into the mix. I will get or give him something while I apologize.”

“That’s a good idea. Wanna head to the store?”

“Yeah, there is a Walmart just around the corner. What would the boys want?”

“Probably Doritos,” Harley chuckles.

“Yeah, they both enjoy those, don't they?” Scar laughs with the raven haired girl.

The two head to Walmart, acquiring the chips, and begin their way back to the apartment. It isn’t long until the door is unlocked and the two are seeking out their partners. The boys are found sitting on the couch, clearly moping around without their lovers. The glares the girls receive is enough to make Scar second guess apologizing. But she pulls her dignity together and eyes Harley. Get the chips, is what the look says.

So she pulls them out of the plastic bag by her side, “Peace offering anyone?” She attempts to joke. Scar makes a pity chuckle for the girl.

“Come on boys. We know you want the chips.” Scar says with a halfhearted smile.

“Look, Peter, I’m still getting used to all your little quirks, some of which are infuriating, but at the end of the day I’ll somewhat happily deal with them, because it means I get to be with you,” Harley says, moving to sit beside him.

“What is this? A wedding? I know your quirks Druig, I just don’t like them” Scar says receiving a nudge from Harley. “Sorry, sorry. I know that we have always struggled with these silly things. But I want to apol- ap- apologize. For being insensitive.” Scar pauses between words, struggling with the apology.

“I forgive you. Now come hug me.” Druig laughs opening his arms. He knows Scar loves him and means her apology. She runs into his arms with eagerness.

“Peter?” Harley says hopefully. Peter replies by resting his head on her shoulder and intertwining their hands. He nods onto her shoulder.

“Wow okay, get a room you two.” Scar laughs.

“Not in this house are they doing the devil’s tango.” Druig shakes his head at the pair. He shakes violently at the simple thought.

“Don’t worry, we’d never do that to you guys,” Harley chuckles.

“I would do it to you guys!” Scar grins. “I’m joking, I’m joking.”

“You’re awful, I see why you’re friends with Harls,” Peter adds.

“Shut up, you love me,” Harley retorts.

“Anyway, how about we all go out to dinner tonight? Double date.” Scar suggests.

“Nowhere fancy and it’s a deal!”

“I mean yeah I was thinking about Mcdonalds.” Scar says, being plainly honest. Druig laughs.

“We already had that like 3 days ago babe.” He says.

Tagging my dear fellow writer @xxlastoftheemosxx again

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