Your sulking was interrupted by a banging on your door. Curious as to who had come out all this way in the rain, you slid to the door and opened it to find a soaked Ren. He was grinning ear to ear and you could see his tail wagging rapidly behind him. His good mood was contagious and you found yourself grinning back at him.

“Ren! To what do I owe the pleasure?” his grin got impossibly bigger.

“Well my fair beauty, it is raining! So I have come to request a dance!” He placed a juke boy down on the ground under your roof's Overhang and slipped your favorite disk in before holding his hand out to you. Glancing behind him at the rain, you decided, why not. You could ahrays blame your blush on the chill.

"I would love a dance!" You placed your hand on his and let him pull you into the cool rain. Your free hand went into his and you found yourself giggling as he led you in an overly dramatic Waltz.

Asyou twirled around with Ren, you found yourself gazing into his eyes. It wasn't often you got to see him without his Sunglasses and every time you found yourself lost in his gorgeous eyes.

"I love you." Ren's voice broke you out of your trance as well as stopping your movement. Ren stood in front of you still holding onto your hands. You took a second to gather your Thoughts so you could actually respond and not just stare at him with your mouth hanging open.

I love you too. Ren immediately perked up even more and dragged you into a Kiss before Playing another disk and leading you around in circles to the Sound of whatever disk the two of you decided on.

your rainy days were no longer a curse. They became a day of Ruddles, dancing, and whatever else Ren came up with.

Mumbo

When Grian had told you he needed to test something that you might die in, you said No. When he offered you a reward if you did it, you said yes. you put your things in a chest and Set your Spawn in the nearby bed.

what you didn't expect was to be dropped into an obsidian Box with Mumbo. When you glance up at the hole you fell in, you were met with a smirking Scar before he was blocked with another block of Obsidian.

It was very obvious neither of you really knew what to do, So you just sat there and listened as he nervously rambled about his redstone, asking a question here or There to Keep him talking So you weren't sitting in an awkward silence. Despite the fact Mumbo was clearly unsure of his situation which of course caused him to stutter a little more than normal, you found yourself relaxing. That was until Grian broke a block and yelled in.

"Just confess already!" The block was replaced and you and Mumbo sat in Silence, avoiding looking in the others direction. Neither of you seemed to know how to move on from that.

Clearly you had made a big mistake when you told Grian about your crush on Mumbo. You figured that would be Something Grian wouldn't spill, understanding that was something to be kept private. Unless…

You glanced up at Mumbo and found him looking at you, seemingly putting together the Pieces you were. Once it clicked he snorted and started laughing, you followed shortly behind.

"You told Grian about a crush didn't you?" Mumbo asked when he caught his breath. you nodded. "So it's Safe to assume We're both locked in here due to the fact that Grian found out about our mutual crushes and dragged Scar into his planning."

"Probably. Do you want to sort this out now or work on payback first?" Mumbo scooted over to your side, his warmth was a nice welcome from the cold obsidian.

"Payback of course." Neither of you mentioned how close you Sat, or the fact your hands ended up intertwined. You both knew how this would end, but first you Wanted a little revenge.

Doc

You were basing with Doc this season which had not been the best choice in hindsight. Between him trying to break the server, creating huge redstone machines that sometimes lagged so bad you'd end up dead, and your growing crush that made you worry too much when he overworked himself, you were not having a good time.

There were some nice moments but all of those contributed to your crush so it wasn'tmaking it any easier for you.

This time, Doc was working on another huge project. You weren't sure what it was, he hadn't told you but he was overworking himself more than normal which said a lot.

So you took it upon yourself to go find him and try to convince him to rest a little bit, the phantoms spawning led you right to him. The amount of them was worrying. Wandering around the machine, you looked for him. finding him tucked away into a corner working on some wires. You made sure to make lots of noise when walking up so you hopefully wouldn't scare him.

"Not now. I need to finish this."

"Doc, it's been six days you need to rest."

"No, I need to finish this!" He snapped

"Doc, there are phantoms swarming outside. You need to take a break. I made your favorite for dinner so please at least eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Doc y-" He cut you off.

"No! I need to get this done. When I'm done I'll rest and eat but for now i need to work. Besides, there's no reason for you to care this much!"

"I need you to stop and think for a second because there's no way you can fully believe i'm not head over heels in love with your stupid oblivious self!" You didn't mean to let that slip bit it was too late to back out now.

"You're in love with me?"

"Doc, I wouldn't be putting up with everything I do if I wasn't. Now can we please go back to the house so you can eat an actual meal and get some rest?"

Y/n: Help! I broke Doc!

Xisuma: How?

Y/n: I was trying to convince him to take a break and we argued and i ended up telling him i was in love with him and he isn't moving anymore!

Xisuma: I don't think thats something i can fix

Tango

Someone had decided it would be a good idea to bring alcohol to the party. It was not a good idea. It was a very bad idea.

Tango was drunk. Not only was he drunk but he was a clingy drunk who liked professing his love for you to anyone who would listen. You weren't sure how to take it honestly.

Your crush of three seasons was grabbing onto you and whispering just how much he loved you into your ear. Everyone else loved it and was encouraging it. Everytime you left his grasp, his ruby eyes would start filling with tears and you couldn't help but let him latch back onto you.

Once the Party ended you found your sheet in charge of taking care of I drunk blaze. Which was surprisingly easy. Tango was very happy to listen to you as long as you were very close or responded to his "I love you's" with one of your own, or if you called him a nickname.

However, no matter what you tried, he wouldn't go to his base. He only wanted to go to yours. He wouldn't even go in for a change of clothes without you right by his side. Once you had finally gotten him into pajamas, you headed to your base.

Once at your base you had to convince him to let go of you enough for you to change and go to the bathroom and then to let you go to the Kitchen to grab him some water for the morning.

"Sorry darling, I just need to go grab a glass of water for you. Why don't you warm the bed up while I grab it?" Tango was more than happy to comply with the nickname and Special task you gave him. Hopefully he would be asleep when you came back. Stress had slipped you a bottle of hangover recovery meds when it became obvious Tango would only go home with you. Tango was still awake When you made it back to your room. He had enough patience to wait While you put the recommended amount next to the glass.

You climbed into bed next to him and the second he could he curled around you. You waited, until he was comfortable to adjust. Tango was out cold before you finished.

The next morning, Tango woke up in an unfamiliar room with a Killer headache. After pulling himself VP into a sitting position and noticed the water and pills on the nightstand and chugged them down, hoping they would work fast. While he waited for them to Kick in, he laid down and hoped he didn't make a fool of himself.

He had made a fool of himself. As the medicine kicked in the memories started flooding back. Not only had he confessed but he had been clinging to you and had to be convinced into letting you go. What did you think of him now? Slowly making his way downstairs, he tried to ignore What was left of his headache and the anxiety burning in his stomach.

He found you in the Kitchen making breakfast and decided if he could do it drunk, he could do it sober. Was it a good idea? Probably not but he was going to commit to it. so he moved behind you and tucked himself around you. His arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder.

"sorry." You snorted

"Its ok. It will be a fun story to tell." Tango groaned in embarrassment and you laughed at his misery. "Does your head hurt? ll He nodded into your shoulder. "Did you take the meds?" another nod. "After breakfast you can go lay down again. I'll make sure I'm quiet."

Tango perked up when he realized you weren't sending hin home. In fact, you hadn't moved away when he came behind you.

"I love you."

It’s been a loooooooong couple of weeks, and that's almost an understatement. You thought joining in on Doc and Ren’s shenanigans this season would be entertaining, but didn't account for Doc’s affinity for shooting for the moon (heh). Seeing his projects in seasons past you should’ve guessed it would be equally as crazy, but something in you rationed that maybe he would take it easy. Big mistake. Considering it started with somehow creating a super-chunk of a horrifying amount of spawners. You have been endlessly grinding copper and logs to fuel the shops, hearing shulkers grumble in your sleep, and building up the centre of your new base of operations. The Octagon. It was honestly huge, with complex corners and shape lending to the mechanical aesthetic you’ve leant into this season. It wasn't one you typically built in, unlike the mad scientist, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't miss the ease of terraforming. Soft dirt and plants under palm instead of gritty redstone that has long since dyed your nails. But being part of this team was rewarding in its own right.

You settle into the wooden seat sat on the floor, grunting as your knees crack with effort, and your ribs protest. How long has it been since you’ve taken off your binder?- ah no matter. A sigh pulls from your lips at the chance to relax, a crackling campfire soothing your nerves. The seat isn't necessarily the most comfortable, but after a long day's work you were looking forward to the staple of your meetings. A barbeque. Stretching your shoulders against the tight fabric under your shirt, you look to your teammates as they arrive, chattering animatedly. Ren’s voice carries first, agreeing enthusiastically to something Doc was explaining. Ever the enabler, or hype man as he would prefer. An arm is strung across the goat-hybrid's shoulders, half tugging him into a hug. Doc responds, waving his prosthetic hand to help visualize the words- a habit of his you noticed finally being close to him this season.

“Then if we attach the redstone to the power core as shown in the blueprints-” Upon coming to the crest of the hill, Ren’s gaze catches your own, and his grin widens.

“Hey dude!” The werewolf waves exaggeratedly with his free arm, completely interrupting Doc mid-sentence. He sputters out something about manners, but rolls his eyes and nods in greeting. A rush of warmth splits your own face into a grin. It was nice to have them as friends.

“Took you long enough. I was about to dig in without you.” You tease, earning a playful swat from Doc as he moves to settle in the seat beside you, Ren already taking his place as ‘the meat master’ as he would insist the title be. Laying perfectly seasoned steaks on the grill over the fire.

“You say that as if you weren't late to our last meeting.” Doc grumbles, unable to hide his smug smirk at being able to hold it over your head. Groaning dramatically you flop further into your chair.

“It was one time! You try being on time when Scar has filled your starter base with pandas-” Ren snorts, and you shoot him a glare. Doc hums in debate, he of all people understands Scar’s menace. Doesn’t mean he won't find it funny. “We still have to enact revenge for that.” You remind the pair, causing Ren to perk. A dangerous glint in his eye.

“We should infest Boatem with those bot guys Doc designed.” He suggests, “Cover their landscape with mite-bots!” Arms swooping in a wide arc, you can picture it vividly; The tailored landscape of the builders covered in clicking, scurrying bots. Like chickens but harder to kill. Not a bad idea at all. Your so caught up in the visual it takes a second for it to click what exactly Ren has just called the bots-

“Mite-bots?”

“MITE-BOTS?!” Doc’s cry overlaps your own, so suddenly all you can do is blink. “They aren’t mites! I’ll have you know I modeled them after viruses- which happen to look very cool.” The goat’s instant defense of the odd robots makes you stifle a chuckle, especially when Ren simply flicks his tail sassily. Void, they were so childish sometimes. For as much as Doc tries to seem mature and scary, it wasn't hard to wind him up.

“Mites-viruses same thing my dude. ” The werewolf shrugs, flipping a steak casually with his bare hands. It sizzles loudly and your stomach clenches with hunger, gurgling in protest. The scent of cooking meat making your mouth water. Doc grumbles unintelligibly under his breath- but you get the gist of his complaints for ‘respect’. A common thing he insists upon, despite secretly enjoying the banter. Glancing back to Ren, his gaze is already on you, smiling slightly in knowing. “Hungry?” He asks gently, eyes twinkling with affection despite the bags. He was so chipper it was hard to tell he was as tired as you are. You’d guess having his body be mostly robotic this season meant he likely felt the effects less, but there was still evidence of wear-and-tear. His metal body was scuffed and dirty, not being polished like it should be, pale skin also covered in a thin layer of grime. The evidence of hard work across the three of you is a testament to how hard you were working to complete the project before the end of the season. It was a grind, all hands on deck as you all knew it would be a shorter one.

Blinking back to reality, you realize you’ve simply been staring back at him, neglecting to actually answer the question. You stumble to answer quickly-

“Ah- yea, it smells good.” You manage out, smiling sheepishly back to his patient look. For a brief moment Ren accepts your answer, and you all lapse into peaceful silence. The crackling of fire and sizzling meat overlaid the chirping of crickets and waves lapping on the shore as the sun descended over the horizon. You truly think you can be happy here- friends, good food, enjoyable projects- and then Ren clears his throat.

“I don't mean to nag at all my dude, but I’ve gotta ask…How long have you been wearing your binder?” You inhale sharply, suddenly aware again of your aching ribs and strained breathing. Ah, shit. Of course he would notice-

“Mm Ren’s right, I haven’t noticed you without it- or taking enough breaks for me to assume you’ve removed it.” Doc agrees, sitting up a little further to watch you carefully. The pressure from both of their gazes is almost a physical weight on your skin, prickling an embarrassed heat on your face. Deep down you knew they only cared about your well-being, but the thought of being without it- “Breathe. We wont force you to change if you truly don't want to, but it isn't safe to wear it for so long.” Doc’s reassuring rumble soothes your nerves a tad, as a clawed hand rests gently on your shoulder. Lingering just-barely there as to not spook you, but there enough to ground back to your body. Realistically you know you should change, but the thought of having to exist looking so unlike your true self-

“Here.” You tune back into the present, face-to-face with a plaid ball of fabric. There's a moment of silence as your brain lags behind- then it dawns on you what it is.

“Your shirt??” You glance mildly horrified at Ren- and see much to your relief he is still currently wearing clothing. He chuckles, waggling the shirt ball enticingly.

“You wish I was showing off my abs, baby” He teases, not taking to heart the disgust you can't stop from flashing across your face. Doc huffs a laugh at your reaction, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. “But I don’t want to attempt to out-man the ultimate man, my dude.”

It's clear he's trying to flatter you, but you let yourself take the compliment. After all, it was clear he simply cared deeply. Finally reaching out, you grab the flannel being dangled in your face. It's impossibly soft and plush, clearly well loved. The deep red fading away slightly with how many washes it's been through. Ren smiles at that, placing both hands on his hips. “It’s even oversized on me, so I figured it would be comfortable for you to lounge in- if you want.” The offer makes your heart clench- they notice, and more importantly they care enough to try and find a solution where you can all be happy. This server is going to be the death of you- and you already feel a little choked up with emotion. After a moment of debate you nod, and Doc gently removes his hand. You miss the warmth of it, but he smiles reassuringly.

“You can change in the van, we’ll save you a steak.” He jokes lightly, and you scoff.

“You better!” Pointing a finger accusatorily at him, you rise from your seat. “This better not be a ploy to eat my share of the food.” Doc chuckles deeply, choosing to not answer as Ren pretends to look guilty. Feigning annoyance at their lack of an answer, you stalk to the van, nerves building with every step took away from them.

Stepping into the rocket-van the door clicks shut behind you, plunging you into an eerie silence. If you listened closely you could hear the fire- and the low voices of your friends just outside. If you truly wanted, you could just leave now and not change-and they would ignore it because of your emotional comfort- even if they did worry. Or…you could be comfortable physically with minor emotional discomfort. And they would be happy.

… That doesn't make it fair, huh? You pull off your shirt quickly, opting to rip it off like a band-aid. The struggle out of your binder was always a little embarrassing- but you shrug on the soft flannel in no time. It hangs on your frame, doing its job at hiding any shape of body beneath. Instead creating the illusion of one solid shape. You still knew your body was under there- but…it was as comfortable as you could get. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the van and trail back towards the campfire. Doc and Ren are talking in-between bites of food, both their gazes flicking to you at your approach.

You brace for a comment, of any mention of you wearing the flannel and accepting their offer- but Ren simply extends a hand out, holding a steak.

“Dig in! It's not getting any fresher.”

The way your eyes instantly watered made their devious grins instantly fall into the pits of their stomach. Grian and Scar looked at each other in pure horror. They had never meant to make you cry! It was supposed to be a harmless prank. One that simply made everyone laugh, maybe get a little annoyed, but never genuinely upset! No prank they did was ever meant to make anyone upset (especially not you). 

“Y/N! Y/N, what’s wrong? What did we do?!” Grian yelped, running over and grasping your hand in his. He looked at you like a deer stuck in headlights. “Did we hurt you? What happened?”

Your eyes never left the scene in front of you. The despair and anger in your chest bubbled as you watched your beloved stuffed animal burn right in front of your eyes. It wasn’t on purpose of course. The two didn’t even realize it had happened. If you were a bit older, able to think a bit more realistically, you would have known that it was an accident. But, even if it was an accident. Your favorite stuffed animal- the only reminder you had of your biological parents- was gone. Forever. It was impossible to get another one of its kind. 

The prank in itself was a fairly simple one. It was a respawn trap. And it wasn’t even pulled on you. Your dad’s bed was trapped, lava placed beneath the bed without a way out, so the occupant would immediately fall into the lava for an infinite amount of time. The pair of pranksters hadn’t realized that you had slept with your father last night after having a nightmare. They hadn’t noticed that your plushie was still on the bed. 

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Doc’ll be fine! He’ll be okay. It’s just a little prank!” Scar was saying quickly. The two were horrified that they had made you cry and they didn’t even know why. It was practically a death sentence for anyone to hurt you in any way. Grian glanced around, looking for the reason for your tears. He was stumped, though. He couldn’t figure it out. The plushie had already rolled off the bed and into the lava, so how would he know?

The scream that left your lips was visceral. It hadn’t sounded like the screams a child would normally let out when they were in need of attention, or tired, or hungry, or any other reason a child would cry. This cry was painful. The sound seemingly shook Grian and Scar. They looked so ashamed and they still had no idea what had happened.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? What happened?” The two kept repeating. When Scar reached over to touch your arm, you recoiled, falling backwards onto the ground. Your eyes burned as your tears streamed down your face. Scar glanced at Grian before shaking his head and typing into his communicator. “Okay, uh, uppsie-daisy, let’s go find your dad, okay? How does that sound?”

You didn’t respond. Instead, feeling hopeless for anything else, Scar scooped you up and brought you outside. Grian followed behind, stressing. His feathers were sticking out as he ran his hand through his hair, thinking about what they did wrong. 

It didn’t take long for the trio to find Doc. After being informed of your current situation, he met you halfway. His eyes were slightly wide with panic as he took you from Scar, hugging you tightly.

“Ah, mein kind, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” He urged, pulling you back and leaning down. His large hands brushed at your cheeks as you cried, wiping away tears as new ones replaced them. He glanced up at the two men who brought you, “What happened? What did you do, Grian?”

Grian let out an indignant noise, “Why do you blame me?! We don’t know! We were pranking your bed and- and they just started crying!” 

“Pranking my- What?!” He huffed, ignoring them for a moment as he focused on his child. “Did they hurt you, mein kind? Are you injured?” Struggling to breathe properly, you shook your head. “Okay, alright. What did they do?”

Your hands shook as you grasped onto your dad’s lab coat. While in the beginning of the adoption, you were terrified of his green skin and the parts of him that were more cyborg, but at this point, nothing about your dad scared you. He was your sense of comfort, especially right now since you didn’t have your stuffie anymore. 

The thought made another onslaught of tears fall from your eyes. Doc was looking between the two above you with a murderous gaze. The unspoken words of if you did anything to them, I will make your life hell echoed in Scar and Grian’s head. His metal arm wrapped around your waist as his creeper arm brushed against the back of your head, shushing you quietly as he petted you softly.

“Cookie.” You murmured into his neck as you cried. Your words were thick with sorrow.

Doc’s brows furrowed for a moment, wondering what you meant until a wave of realization hit him. He glanced at Scar and Grian, “Can one of you go get their stuffed… plushie? It helps them calm-” The wail that left your lips didn’t escape his attention. He paused, glancing at you. “Do you not want Cookie-?” At the second mention of the plush, you looked at him with despairing eyes. You nodded slowly, but your lip shook.

“Oh, uh, we can go get it! Where is it?” Scar said immediately, looking thrilled to have a reason to step away from the crying child. 

“It should be in my bed from last night.”

At the mention of his bed, Grian’s face paled. His eyes widened and he nudged Scar roughly, his hand almost shaking. “Was- Was there a stuffie on the bed when we set up the thing?” He muttered to Scar.

Scar’s face also paled as he followed Grian’s line of thinking. He shook his head, “I- I don’t- I don’t remember seeing one-”

Doc’s gaze hardened, “What do you mean you don’t remember seeing one? It was sitting on the bed!”

“Burned.” You said, through another wail. Grian and Scar froze, horror in their expression.

Doc’s expression turned downright terrifying. He was silent, staring at the two goons with a seemingly malicious intent. As his anger spiked, he could feel a fire gathering in his chest- something that happened because he was a creeper hybrid.

“What exactly did you two do to my bed?” He asked quietly. Terrifyingly.

Scar looked petrified with guilt and fear as Grian responded, “We… set up lava… underneath your bed.”

A shaky breath left your lips as you recalled what happened, burying into your dad some more, as close as you could. You needed his comfort right now. And as much as he wanted to do something, anything to make the two responsible for your despair feel pure pain, he knew they didn’t mean to. They were his friends. It was a mistake. One that was utterly stupid and that infuriated him greatly, but a mistake nonetheless. 

It was quiet save for your sobs until Doc spoke again, “That plushie of theirs was the last thing they had of their parents.” If the pair of pranksters hadn’t looked guilty before, they looked downright shamed now. They felt awful. The stupid prank they pulled was absolutely nothing now, and the thought that they had even imagined it would be funny felt sickening right now. “You two should go. I’ll… deal with you later.”

You packed the cakes into the chest carefully. Even stacks, spread into rows on the bottom of the chest. Smiling, you stepped back, closing the lid with a soft and satisfying thunk.

Grian will love this.

Kneeling to the ground, you dug in your pack for the worn map of the server and a fresh stack of rockets to keep you in the air.

Next target: False Symmetry.

“Did you hear the news, dude? Someone’s been leaving gifts of cake everywhere!” As you walked through the shopping district, Ren’s voice carried from where he stood talking to Doc. “At this rate no one’s going to need my pies or Scar’s cookies, we’ll all be too full of cake!”

“Tell me about it. I found three shulkers full of cake near where I’ve been doing my redstone.”

“Three shulkers! You’re lucky, my dude.”

Doc shook his head. “I’m more curious about who’s been giving out all this cake. It’s not exactly the cheapest food source…”

Their voices drifted off as you continued your stroll.

“I’m going to catch the Cake Bandit in the act!”

Grian was happily explaining his grand plan to you, though you were caught off-guard by his name for the mysterious gift-giver.

“Cake Bandit? That makes it sound like they steal cakes, not deliver them!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well, they sneak in here in the middle of the night, like a bandit. And Cake Deliverer doesn’t have the same ring to it.” Grian’s face was serious. “Cake Bandit is a much better name.” His expression flipped to a wide grin faster than you could blink. “And I’m going to catch them when they come tonight! That’s why I’ve come to you- would you like to help me set up the trap?”

Gem held a clipboard, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She wore a white lab coat- perhaps Cub had lent it to her?

“Now, would you consider yourself to be a tricky person?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I know how to sneak around, but I wouldn’t use that ability to trick people.”

She tapped the clipboard with her pencil. “I see. And you’re sure you don’t have any information on this infamous Cake Bandit, as they’ve been named?”

“No, I don’t.” You shook your head. “Maybe Scar would have some idea? He has the cookie factory, maybe he or Ren branched out to another sweet treat.”

Gem lit up. “That’s a great idea! Ahem. I mean, thank you for your information. It will be taken into consideration for this study.”

Xisuma sighed. “No, Grian. I don’t know who the Cake Bandit is. And even if I did, they obviously want it to remain a secret.”

Doc nodded. “It has been a month. If they wanted us to know who they were, we’d know by now.”

You fidgeted slightly. The Cake Bandit had come up at all of the recent Hermit meetings. 

Xisuma stood from his seat at the table. “I would like to say, whoever it is, you are all too kind. I’m sure everyone here feels the same.”

There were nods and noises of agreement all around. Ren called out “Hear hear!” to a smattering of laughter.

You could feel your face grow a bit warmer. Even if they didn’t know who you were, it felt nice to be appreciated.

You finished packing the last chest. 

A few redstone components, some coal blocks, arranged in a mustache, and some potatoes, of course. 

Or you can just sit there, leaning your back against his chest while watching him scribble away. Listening to a bit of mumbling, muttering a bit of silent frustrated huffs from him.

If you passed out on him when you're on his lap, he'd leave the blueprints and tools on the table before carefully picking you up, and walking you over to a more comfortable surface like your shared bed. Of course looking at your cute face he'd coo and tease you a bit, but he's not as cruel as to purposely wake you.

"Don't worry you tried your best to stay up. Maybe I should take a picture.. Nah. I'll keep it in my memory bank. Sweet dream beloved."

Occasionally he sneaks an arm around your waist and just hugs you. His chin propped on your shoulder or the top of your head as he continued working.

Overall he's actually pretty normal about it, 10/10 would recommend.

//Docm77

Doc is.. Surprised. That was his initial response.

Neither of you have actually ever confessed that you wanted to cuddle or do any physical contact- After the initial politeness in the relationship, both of you just give physical affection to the other without words exchanged.

So with you suddenly being bold and asking him if you can sit on his lap baffled him!

"You wanted to.. What? Sit on my lap? Are you sure about it, Schatz? I can get you your own chair if you want t— Okay. Okay, of course you can, love."

He wouldn't mind, of course. Saying yes to your request as he watches you walk over to him and promptly making yourself comfortable leaning back against him.

He's a bit nervous though, somehow.

He's just worried you'd get uncomfortable sitting in his lap for too long. Not many of his body are flesh, so he's scared that his mechanic body may cause you discomfort.

"Are you alright? Do you want to stop? I can get you a blanket or a pillow?"

Reassure him by kissing his mechanical hand! Kiss where it hummed with redstone, and slowly move towards his skin.

He may not feel it when you kiss his mechanical part, but the sight of you just pressing your smiling lips to the palm of his hand is enough to make him run with affection.

He gets comfortable after you've done this a few times.

So comfortable to the point that he'd drag you into his lap, whether you ended up sitting on him or not, he'd have an arm wrapped around your waist as he told you about things.

"Come here, beloved. Look. I've got this part of the project planned out but I think I can thin out the layer of this side by a few blocks. What do you think?"

Overall 8/10. The metal is a bit cold and is actually hurting your butt, but you love him and he compensates by massaging your site spot later on.

//Vintagebeef

Mr Vintagebeef is a cuddle bear.

Your request shocked him. He just gave out a small gasp with his hand over his mouth while he slowly put down his cartography tool.

But he's quick to switch to a laugh before tugging you towards him!

"I don't know where you're getting these kinds of ideas from but I don't want to disappoint my lovely partner so- Come here!"

Beef is a hardworking man, but it doesn't mean that he'd deny such a precious request from his lover! Besides, he can use a little bit of emotional support every now and then.

He might look like he's not experienced with having his partner on his lap and that is true, but the way how he easily can hold you and make you steady on his lap while he works on his maps with the other hand actually surprised you.

He knows what he's doing! Well he doesn't, but you don't need to know that! He just subtly asks you every now and then if you need to get up or if you're uncomfortable. Very sweet indeed. He loves the affection but he doesn't want to keep you forever if you're tired!

"Do you need anything? Water? Food? No? Okay. Just tell me if you need to go get something alright? I'll be here for a while so just tell me if you need to go do some work yourself."

He'd sneak a kiss on your cheek, neck, hair, wherever is accessible to him, all while holding your waist and giving gentle squeezes on your side every now and then. 

He'd listen to you talk, or he can do the talking, or the two of you can just stay there silently being a comfort to each other while he does his work.

Absolutely the best, 10/10. His laugh keeps you awake and his touch keeps you comfortable.

//Bdubs

Bold of you to assume you've never sat on his lap before.

Bdubs is always dragging you over for cuddles, he doesn't care about the position or about who gets to be the big spoon or who gets to be the small spoon, he just wants you to hold him and vice versa.

And one of those positions happens to be just sitting between his legs with your back leaned on him.

Just like Doc, it felt more like an act on intimacy that doesn't require words for it to be done.

But when you do ask him whether you can sit on his lap or not, he'd actually give a laugh.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Have you been hanging out with mister Zedaph? Silly goose, of course you can sit on my lap! Come here beloved."

Why are you so shy! He'd just pull your hand, walk towards the nearest chair, plopped himself down before tugging you down with him and snuggling into you.

He's super comfortable, too! This man knows his cuddle and he knows which position hurts your neck/back and which doesn't. And he's also super warm!

But unlike the other three before, Bdubs absolutely does not want to cuddle you when he is working.

He loves you to death but if you keep distracting him with cuddles and kisses, he might just need to ban you from his workspace!

He still loves you, though. You're just too distracting but he still has shops to take care of and attend to.

"No- No. Beloved listen to me. I need to get this print done before King Ren finds out that I haven't finished this quest after a week. Yes I do love you, I love you so much but I need to get this done okay. I promise you I'll take good care of you after this but for now you're banned from the office!"