#robin's ship requests

[somewherewithouttaxes]

Hello, um..it's me again! I apologize again for asking for clarification earlier so now I'm a little embarrassed to do this, but do you think you could do me with a romantic ship request for someone from X-Men please? A male character.

I am female, 5'8 ish, thin and kinda lanky, dark brown hair, grey eyes, pale skin and I dress more in darker colors. I tend to be very quiet and I accidentally sneak up on people all the time and I don't talk much unless I know the person, and I tend to get weird and goofy if I'm comfortable with a person. I'm a introvert. I most times am insecure about a lot of things, especially about my body or my voice from the lower pitch of it or my stupid Midwestern accent.

I am known as the artist in my family even tho I don't think I'm very good at most arts, I listen to music(like mitski, hoizer, she wants revenge, sometimes ice nine kills, ect.) almost constantly and I love games, whether it be video games( resident evil, the evil within, unravel, ect.) or card/board games. I love multiplayer video games the most tho. I also really like comics, DC and X-Men the most. I'm a horrible cook but a decent baker with a big sweet tooth, and unfortunately I'm a huge hopeless romantic.

I don't often reveal things about myself even to people I know and I don't really know anything about myself because I don't think I have much personality so maybe asking for a ship request was a bad idea so sorry. If I'm comfortable with a person I tend to joke around a lot and use weird voices or gestures to make them laugh. I like going to cafes and bookstores too.

Um...if I think of a power that would be cool to have it sounds stupid but like a character that can use strings of energy to control things like puppets or something like a doll related power, maybe that's cliche. I either default to that or using alchemy for powers. Also milk before cereal so the cereal doesn't get soggy. Sorry this is so long, you said max five paragraphs and I tend to ramble so sorry and bye now!

Never apologize for interacting :) You're not a bother.

(also you're from the Midwest? Where? I'm from Missouri)

Anyway, I matched you with:

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver!

I used his original name, but am basing this on the Fox movies' version because I have free will.

gotta be completely honest, I thought of him immediately after reading your hobbies section. And I just knew that you two would have such a fun time geeking out about the Nerd Stuff of the day.

You met at a comic book store, because I said so.

From the moment he spotted you from the aisle over and your eyes lit up at the sight of a special edition you'd been hunting down for months, the man was Whipped.

You two began as friends, because he was just always around. Which was very intentional, on his part.

Pietro spent the ensuing few weeks finding the locations around town you frequented/where you worked and "accidentally" kept running into you for meet-cutes.

You sneaking up on him wouldn't be much of a bother. He functions/senses the world at a different speed than everyone else, so he can feel you coming. You can't spook him.

I have a feeling he would take some getting used to on your part, due to him being so Out There. He's not an extrovert, just a professional, certified yapper.

would definitely accidentally offend you with his Yap, and if you're one that gets viscerally upset (getting suddenly quiet, moody, downcast expression, fidgeting, etc) he would freak out and bombard you with questions of if he did/said anything wrong.

cause Pietro knows he can't contain the yap, and sometimes the yap isn't a kindness .

he won't believe you if you forgive him immediately and will spend the next month running every sentence through his head before speaking.

the first time he realized you had warmed up to him and were goofing around, the man became the personification of the heart eyes emoji

Your music taste wasn't initially his type, but he wanted to impress you so he listened to a crap ton of Hozier and a dash of Mitski (and was upset that he actually liked Mitski).

I mean the boy heard one (1) offhanded comment from you about liking those artists, ran to the nearest music store 0.2 seconds after you two parted ways, and stole an album from each. Partially, he also wanted to have something for you to listen to when you hung out at his house.

When you noticed that he had not one, but two Mitski albums, he stared at you for several moments before rambling under his breath something about "just wanted to make sure you have enough variety" and "wanted you to have choices."

playing video games with you is his second favorite pastime, especially those where there's a clear winner/loser, and he 8/10 times lets you win.

but not in a way that's so obvious he let you win. He plays hardcore for, like, 80% of the round, before putting on a whole performance to pretend like he was slipping up and losing focus.

he has his arcade games to let out the competitive side (if you like arcade games too, give up now. He has no mercy)

would 10000% let you draw on him when you're bored. No hesitation.

After a few weeks of being together, he started carrying around pens and markers in his jacket pockets so you could draw on him at any whim.

when you draw on him he takes special care not to wash them off so quickly and gets really sad when he takes a shower and realizes they have to leave now.

to keep the doodles forever, he takes pictures and has a collection that he keeps in the top drawer of his bedside table. If you find them, he'll be so sure you'll be so creeped out and dump him for "creepery". But you think it's the sweetest thing.

In general, Pietro just loves to photograph your adventures and keep them forever. He photographs you eating ice cream cutely, your reactions when he presents you with new comics, your excitement when you win a video game round, etc. And he does it so fast that you never notice; he only needs to move as slow as the shutter speed.

oh bookstore dates! He is such a bookstore dater!

Pietro didn't even read too much for fun before you, but he will for you

I have a general headcanon about him as a boyfriend that any book you read, he will also read just so you can rant about it. It takes the guy like 20 seconds max to read through a whole novel. You can finish your book at you own speed, find him, set it in front of his face, and he will drop anything he's holding at that moment to read it right then and there.

Then he calmly sets the book down, stares into space for a moment, before gesturing for you to speak.

He just wants you to have an outlet to complain or swoon or scream and cry; whatever you would need to do after a good book. And he'll never admit it, but he's come to quite like several popular books you've given him.

now for your mutation.

He would find it so freaking cool. Would definitely try to enlist you to help in some pranks.

Manipulating people like a marionette?! How freaking sick?!

"Wait- have you ever marionetted me???"

"No, Pietro."

"But how would I know? Would I know? Would you lie about it???"

"No, Pietro."

but don't let him see you pour the milk before the cereal. He may actually break up with you on the spot.

just kidding just kidding. He wakes up in a cold sweat at the thought of you leaving him.

my man is down bad, I can't even properly describe.

In general, he's the bitchy type of jealous, which really stems from a deep rooted insecurity that you're only with him to entertain him. Which is crazy. But he can't convince himself otherwise.

Anyway, if I saw you two as a real-life couple I would swoon.

[celaenaeiln]

Would love to know your top dick fanfics! any ship any relationships just a big long list of all the dick fics thats you love

You asked, I deliver! Here it is. This is my YEARS worth of saved fics, probably reaching a decade now. I typically don't save fics but these were fics that blew my mind so much that I had to save them so I could read them on repeat:

Camthisky - https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4269959/CamsthiSky

✨Batbros wreck havoc - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12365941/46/Batbros-Wreak-Havoc

✨That torturous thing known as time travel - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11539451/1/That-Torturous-Thing-Known-As-Time-Travel

pupeez4eva - https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2363156/pupeez4eva

(puppez4eva also has an ao3 account which I found out when I left fanfiction.net for ao3 and that might be better for those who aren't also into naruto)

BatFamily moments - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11698022/1/BatFamily-Moments-VOL-1

Snuggle time

What a real brother would know - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7268072/1/What-a-Real-Brother-Would-Know

Rags to better rags - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12457859/1/Rags-To-Better-Rags

✨Cat-astrophic adjustments - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4336565/1/Catastrophic-Adjustments

Home

Bat family mayhem - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8922187/1/Bat-Family-Mayhem

100 rules for robins (past and present) - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10424988/1/100-rules-for-Robins-past-and-current

United, for a while

Batfam volume - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11698022/116/BatFamily-Moments-VOL-1

Beware the nice ones - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10597298/1/Beware-the-Nice-Ones

RobinNightwing drabbles - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11926575/21/RobinNightwing-drabbles

Everybody loves nightwing - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6006628/chapters/13794196

An old and faded wish - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12350700

U be the moon - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18569830/chapters/44018758

A bunch of ridiculousness - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8020829/1/A-Bunch-of-Ridiculousness

Deaged Bruce - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11487030

Danger Do Not Touch - https://archiveofourown.org/works/17478185/chapters/41361302#workskin

Snapshots - https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8392189/1/Snapshots

Well I never - https://archiveofourown.org/works/606644/chapters/1231622#workskin

Bed birds- https://archiveofourown.org/works/7134476

The emotions of dick grayson - https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12377406/1/The-Emotions-of-Dick-Grayson

Best friend Wally https://archiveofourown.org/works/642436/chapters/1622493#workskin 

Reverse Batman - https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11476348/12/

Hurt Bird - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12055692/chapters/34959071#workskin

Greatest of ease - https://archiveofourown.org/works/14356827/chapters/33139035

Roy Dick Wally Road trip - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12110007

✨Wild Child Day - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16142630

Let me see what you can do - https://archiveofourown.org/works/274663

Senses - https://archiveofourown.org/works/2191305

100 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/178329

Ghost - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16553459/chapters/44800156#workskin

Learn something new everyday - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16917948

the life we live - https://archiveofourown.org/works/9823250/chapters/35898534#workskin

Snippets - https://archiveofourown.org/works/7937443/chapters/34070646#workskin

How could he - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20101399/chapters/47615518

Prodigal - https://archiveofourown.org/works/19001299/chapters/45122143

Oh, haven’t you heard - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18368177

A zoo for canines - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20140072/chapters/47713588

I trust no one else - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20643143/chapters/49020776

Talon and Slade - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20405788/chapters/48403030

Magic language - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20216167

Massage revenge - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13401747

Finding- https://archiveofourown.org/works/20203798/chapters/47874247

Harem of Older Men - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1365526

Truth of death - https://archiveofourown.org/works/19998694

Talon family - https://archiveofourown.org/works/15887310?view_adult=true

Incubus - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1382872

What do you mean JT is dead - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1321426

Blue Lips TigerDick - https://archiveofourown.org/works/5053699/chapters/12054683#workskin

Tell him I said hello - https://archiveofourown.org/works/9697898?view_adult=true

Boy hostage - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13600854

Robin Criminal Mastermind - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18942745

Joker and Wing - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20639540/chapters/49011164

Couldn’t whisper when you needed to shout it - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20821637

Bromance - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4452272

Sladin soulmates - https://archiveofourown.org/works/21726103/chapters/51826423

✨Sladin Maldives - https://archiveofourown.org/works/18823036

God Sladick - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16218494

Demon Grayson- https://archiveofourown.org/works/16407932

Barkeep - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4999171

Catfish- https://archiveofourown.org/works/17097887

Stray - https://archiveofourown.org/works/23456077/chapters/56228041?view_adult=true

Lost boy - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6613165

Crisis - https://archiveofourown.org/works/21661624

Families ever changing - https://archiveofourown.org/works/

Contradiction - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24436804

When September ends - https://archiveofourown.org/works/17423009/chapters/41016644

Ready or not - https://archiveofourown.org/works/23947594

The road to ruin - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24227572/chapters/58371814

Pause in the pendulum - https://archiveofourown.org/works/25395340/chapters/61582948

No point in running away - https://archiveofourown.org/works/25529035/chapters/61941064

Road - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24227572/chapters/60365311#workskin

Strength in lack of continuity - https://archiveofourown.org/works/25155724

I can’t hear you, I can’t see you - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24920668

Without using your hands - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24413746

Haven - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4673621

Three in the morning - https://archiveofourown.org/works/19077334

Beyond the night - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1849201

Starry eyed - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12889765/1/Starry-Eyed

Your call may be interrupted - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10942380/1/Your-Call-May-Be-Interrupted

Simplicity - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8581631/3/Simplicity-yeah-right

End days - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10468069/1/End-Days

Shenanigans - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12542326/1/Shenanigans

Nightwing’s confession - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12895421/1/Nightwing-s-Confession

Oh you pretty thing - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4154436

Apprentice au - https://archiveofourown.org/series/2836

Follow Me - https://archiveofourown.org/works/25120675

Mayfriend - https://archiveofourown.org/users/mayfriend/pseuds/mayfriend/works?fandom_id=236208

Part 2

Part 3

[daily-one-piece-stim]

125/?

Frobin for @across-the-galaxy!

🪽 🚧 🕸️ 🪽 🚧 🕸️ 🪽 🚧 🕸️

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[mistress-of-vos]

Onesided bruce/tim with "That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it” prompt

// Hi, anon! Sorry for being late, real life was busy, but please know this ask made me feral in the best way possible ❤️ I hope you like this //

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Bruce knew, the moment he woke up, that Tim would hate him.

"Shit!" Tim hissed as he covered himself with the sheets, eyes full of shame and jaw clenching, "Shit, shit!"

"Language," Bruce murmured tiredly, not bothering with covering himself or stop Tim from getting up.

"This was a mistake!" Tim yelled as he left the bed, voice firm yet face showing how close he was ti collapsing. How could he not be?

Last night, Bruce and Tim had fucked. They hadn't even made love, no, they had fucked. It had been nasty, rough, and full of violent need.

They had also been drunk and, unless Bruce had been mistaken, Tim was also - high.

The break up had left Tim quite hurt, Bruce knew that. He had also been aware it was wrong to kiss Tim for many reasons, such as Tim being his adaptive son, Tim being twenty four years younger than him, them being surrounded by Gotham's poisonous socialité and the fact that Tim was Jason's ex boyfriend.

"... It was," Bruce admitted bitterly, resisting the urge to stop Tim from getting dressed and hating how regretful the young boy looked.

Tim wasn't just ashamed, he was disgusted.

"We shouldn't have done this," Tim insisted, busy fixing his shirt, voice now closer to crying, "God, Selina is - she can't know! Jason can't know!"

True, true. Loyalty and all of that.

Bruce, however, didn't feel ashamed of what they had done. He had enjoyed it as a man would enjoy water after days of thirst, or as a wolf would rejoice over eating its prey after days of hunt.

Timothy had been on Bruce's mind for too long now, both a nice dream and a horrible nightmare. What kind of curse made a man lust over the young man they had half-raised?

"It's not your fault," Bruce forced himself to say, now getting up and taking his pants from the floor, "You were drunk."

"You were drunk too," Tim murmured as he found his coat and tie. The room was filled with sunlight sneaking through the curtains, and under the yellow light, Tim's pale skin looked soft and delicate. A skin that hours ago had been bruised and kissed by Bruce's mouth.

Bruce knew Tim wouldn't talk to him anytime soon.

"This was a moment of weakness," Bruce breathed, "Think nothing of it."

Tim stopped for a moment, and finally, he looked at Bruce. For a long moment, they looked at each other, aware that there were two options: Forgetting about last night or embracing their actions.

(And for a moment, Tim wanted to embrace it. He wanted to stop caring for others and hug the forbidden emotions that were hidden deep in heart. But a louder side of his heart knew he and Bruce would never work, and that same loud voice screamed for Jason and forgiveness).

"Fine," Tim settled, walking towards the door, "You shouldn't think about it either, then."

Tim left, leaving Bruce alone.

"... It was a weakness," Bruce told himself in the mirror, pushing everything away to a corner of his heart that no one would ever reach, "It won't happen again."

It couldn't happen again. It didn't matter if Bruce longed for more, it would never happen again.

[hmslusitania]

For the prompts pretty please, thank you :)

#31 &/or #24

31 (I’ll take that bet) &/or 24 (“They said you were so cute!” “That’s not what I said.”) I went with "I'll take that bet" and used it as an excuse to further my "Tim and Steph's relationship is so much more important to me now that it's not endgame" agenda*

Steph considers him with narrowed eyes across the table in their favourite coffee shop. “I don’t think you mean it.”

“I do!” Tim insists, and takes a sip of his latte. “I promise to make a pact that we should both ask our crushes out in one week’s time, or we have to do a forfeit task as decided by the winner.”

“Okay, but what are you gonna do when I’m the winner and my forfeit task is to tell you that you absolutely must, no prevarication or equivocation, ask Conner out within three business days,” Steph replies.

“Well, first off,” Tim says. “I don’t think you’ll actually do it, and so my forfeit task will be to tell you that you have three business days to ask Cass out.”

There’s silence in their corner of the coffee shop while they both take sips of their drinks.

“God, what are we gonna do if they say no?” Steph asks with a small, self-deprecating smile that Tim hates to see.

“She won’t,” he promises. It’s not that Cass is his closest sibling, the one he knows best, the one whose answer he can more or less guarantee. That’s still definitely Dick and probably always will be. But he does know Cass, and he knows Steph, and he knows what people like him see in people like Steph, and he genuinely can’t imagine a future where Cass turns Steph down.

“What if they’re straight though?” Steph asks, and takes a sip of her chai latte, giving Tim a flash of big blue eyes of doubt over the rim of the oversized mug.

Tim… honestly hasn’t considered the possibility.

“They’re not,” he says, and actually feels the confidence in his own words. “But even if they are, they’re allies so they won’t be assholes about it. The bet is just that we’ll ask our crushes out, and is not dependent on them saying yes.”

Steph hums, thinking about it, and takes a sip. It gives her a foam moustache and a Tim of even six months prior would’ve leaned across the table to kiss it off for her. But as much as he loves Steph — and he does, he still does, and he always will — it’s not… like that anymore. It makes him want a better designation than just “best friend.” Because, like, Steph absolutely is one of his best friends, and to date, she’s the only person in that category (generally well populated, because he doesn’t think most people have more than one person there, let alone three to five) who he’s also slept with. He wants some sort of designation that says, “Yeah, she’s my best friend, and sure we’ve had sex, and yes, absolutely I would burn down the multiverse for her, but like. We’re never gonna get married. And we’ve moved past the point of romance, and we’re just…”

But they don’t have that word in English, or in any language Tim knows. Steph is just his… most-person, and even if he has to abase himself in a public forum to get it to happen, he’s going to get her the girlfriend she deserves. That the girlfriend Steph both deserves and wants is Tim’s sister and will succinctly place Steph within their family sphere where she belongs forever is not technically an aspect of the bet, but is a positive side effect.

“Okay,” Steph says, lowering her mug to the table and extending her hand Tim’s direction. “One week, we’ll meet back here, and whichever of us hasn’t asked our crush out has to undertake the winner’s challenge.”

“I will take that bet,” Tim agrees, and shakes her hand. Steph nods, and Tim nods, and they spend a moment trying to intimidation-squeeze each other’s hands, and then collapse into mutual giggles and return to their drinks. Tim has residual anxiety bouncing around his chest, knocking against the insides of his ribs, and from the jittery way Steph eventually lifts her mug and takes her next sip, he thinks she does too.

Because these aren’t… well. They’re crushes, sure, that they’re both talking about: they’re people where the thought of their returned affection makes their insides feel squished and crushed down to insignificant shreds, because the point is the other person’s happiness. And maybe it’s hubris and arrogance to assume that they are the person best suited to provide happiness to their respective crushes, but…

But, well. Hope springs eternal.

Tim shakes Steph’s hand and he takes the bet, and he finishes his latte and he means to seek out Superboy immediately, to find Kon and ask him, hey, would you ever consider perhaps… a date? With me? And then there’s a whole thing with like a Doomsday clone and the entire Superfam being on high alert and having no use for powerless heroes like Tim or the entire Batfam save Duke, and, well.

A week goes by. Without Tim meaning it to. Because Gotham’s had it’s own shit (has there ever been a week in modern history where Gotham hasn’t had it’s own problems?) and then without warning, it’s Sunday, and the closest he’s gotten to Kon is a hackneyed text conversation, and he’s sitting down at the café table across from Steph who’s fucking glowing, and…

“She said yes, huh?” Tim guesses, and it genuinely makes him feel warm inside like someone’s replaced his vitreous humours with the radioactive-looking contents of a lava lamp, and it’s everything he’s wanted for Steph — and for Cass, however much he does his best to stay the hell out of his siblings’ love lives — and Steph blushes bright red and hides her smile in the foam of her latte.

“Yeah,” Steph says, and utterly fails to hide her delight. “Not so much ‘yes’ to a date as like. We’re girlfriends now.”

“Good,” Tim says, and he means it with his whole heart.

Steph laughs, and grins, and has to pause to wipe a few drips from her eyes. And Tim gets it. These aren’t just crushes they’ve been talking about. These are the people who are their endgame-(if the universe gets rewritten please return to:)-type love stories.

“So I guess I get to pick the winner’s challenge,” Steph says, sniffing and taking a drink of her latte.

“I want you to know, I would’ve asked Kon out already if not for the whole everything they’ve had going on in Metropolis this week,” Tim says.

“Oh, I know,” Steph assures him. “Which is why I booked you guys dinner in Philly, outside both Gotham and Metropolis zones of bullshit nonsense.”

“Yeah,” Tim says. “Okay.”

Steph grins at him, and the next time he sees her, so does Cass, and when their dinner reservation comes up two days later, so does Kon.

“Quick question,” Tim says, grinning at him when they meet up outside the restaurant Steph had picked. It’s a sushi bar, because she knows Tim likes showing off his dexterity with chopsticks, and because she knows Kon well enough to know he’s proud of being the one, solitary Midwesterner in the Superfam who isn’t cowed by the heat of wasabi. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Kon frowns at him while they wait in the vestibule for their reservation, the furrow in his brow casting a delicious shadow over his deep blue eyes, and the Super-red velvet blazer he’s wearing.

“Isn’t this already a date?” Kon asks.

Tim grins, and threads his hand into Kon’s hair to pull him down into a kiss, which Kon goes along with and accepts with a slight purr Tim intends to explore later.

“Yeah, I just… had to make sure, so I didn’t lose the bet fully,” Tim explains.

“This is a bet?” Kon asks, resting his hands at the slight dip in Tim’s waist.

“Not a real one with rom-com consequences like, I dunno, She’s All That, or whatever,” Tim promises. “Just that I failed to ask you out before Steph asked Cass out, and so my punishment was to go on a date with the guy I liked.”

Kon squints down at him, and it lasts long enough Tim has a moment to wonder about his success at this particular situation, even though Kon’s already been okay with kissing him.

“You and Steph have a weird relationship,” Kon informs him, and before Tim can protest, he leans down to kiss him again, entirely on his own volition. “I’m glad.”

Tim grins against Kon’s mouth and is almost ungrateful when the maître’ d tells them he has a place for them to sit. They follow the host into the dark blue-and-black lit restaurant, and accept their pot of tea, and Tim finds himself looking from his menu to Kon’s face. Back and forth like his neck’s on a swivel.

“Glad we have a weird relationship like you’ll… be my boyfriend?” Tim asks.

It takes Kon a beat to look up from his own menu, but when he does it’s with a grin that’s sunshiney enough to overwhelm the entire restaurant, whether or not they realise an actual member of the Superfam — and not just the fam, but specifically a Kryptonian — is responsible.

“Yeah,” Kon says, and leans across their table to press a quick kiss to Tim’s lips. “I will definitely be your boyfriend.”

And, frankly? Tim thinks while he grins down at his menu. Who needs bets anyway? At least when you’re betting on a sure thing?

[one-piece-user-boxes]

[smilepebble]

you guys remember olberhardt. those guys are insane

[brown-little-robin]

when will my beloved (the kawaii new notebook I bought specifically to practice Japanese writing in) return from the war (the post...)

[heartbreak-sandwich]

if anyone has hc or blurb requests, pls send me some! I want to write some short little fun things tonight and my ask box is ready.

[angstandhappiness]

Cute

i decided to post two everyday (more or less) until the request are finished✨

[somewherewithouttaxes]

Ship Request Rules

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Request Rules:

1.) My blog is 18+. I am 18+, so I may share content that is 18+, and I just really don't need to risk an 18- coming in and seeing things that 18- folks should not be seeing. I'm just gonna assume that everyone who reads this then knows that I don't want to be unknowingly receiving/answering potentially smutty requests from a 15-year-old. Thank youuuu

2.) Please don't request for real people fandoms. No fandom for real people is even listed for me, but I feel the need to reiterate. In general, fanfiction about real, living people creeps me out.

3.) Please try to avoid sending me a whole novel of description. I probably won't need that much. 5 paragraphs max is solid. Specifics that would be helpful are below.

4.) Please don't tell me if you have a preference for someone. Part of the fun for me is figuring in my head and imagining your relationship headcanons. Part of the fun for you is the mystery and unexpectedness. Telling your ship requester that you have a preference for someone is basically farming for something that you can imagine on your own, you know?

5.) Finally, my max for fandoms is 3. Choose any 3 from my fandom list that you want, but please no more. I'm just a girl. Have mercy.

To be included:

REQUIRED:

Basic physical description (eyes, hair, anything of note about figure, glasses, disabilities, etc.)

Basic personality description (introvert/extrovert, mild or short tempered, etc.)

Likes, dislikes (please give me something deeper to work with than "like to cook, hate to clean", you know? That narrows down nothing about your person)

If you are religious/faithful (or if it's important enough to you that being paired with someone blatantly offensive to your religion would be Bad). The last thing I want to do is accidentally offend someone by pairing them with someone who is directly against their faith.

I don't take zodiacs into consideration

If you would prefer male or female, or no preference. I don't want to say to include your gender and your sexuality, and let me make inferences. Just give me what flavor of human you would prefer

that being said, please do identify if you're aro/ace. That way, I can avoid spicier headcanons.

specify whether you would like romantic, platonic, or both. Do note, if you want both, the length of headcanons you get may be liable to a shortening, especially if you're requesting for multiple fandoms. Just for my time and brainspace's sake.

OPTIONAL:

Hobbies

Career, side hustles, how well you did in high school, university degree plan, etc.

Anything that seems mildly important that could influence your pairing

Whether you pour the milk or cereal first

If it's for a fandom where people have superpowers/magic, tell me your ability. How does it affect you/your life? Anything cool you do with your ability just for the fun of it? (I have fun with this part)

Fandoms:

anything Marvel under the sun (but if you do choose Marvel, please specify if you want MCU/X-Men/Defenders/etc)(ex. choosing both MCU and X-Men will count as 2 fandoms)

ACOTAR

PJO

HoO

Stranger Things

Umbrella Academy

The Outsiders

Harry Potter

[daily-one-piece-stim]

27/?

Law x Robin for Anon!

💛 😎 💜 💛 😎 💜 💛 😎 💜

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Necessary Clarification.

Request: Omg can we pls get a sanji comfort fic where y/n is a little insecure bc she notices sanji treats her differently than other girls, she thinks that maybe he doesn’t think she’s pretty enough thinks of her as one of the bros or something. Unbeknownst to her sanji is like madly in love with her and didn’t know to to deal or confront his feelings so when he finds out about her doubts he’s like running to her and putting those bad thoughts to rest. Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x F!Reader

A/N: Sanji hurt/comfort???? Sign me up!!

Word Count: 2,636

Also, this header honestly doesn't relate to the fic at all but doesn't my man look so good??????

"Here you go, Nami-swan~! Robin-chan~!"

Trying to make your anticipation less obvious, you ignore the way your body instinctively shuffles as Sanji's voice carries across the ship. As usual, there's a sway to his voice as he calls out to the only two other female members of the crew, a tray of drinks in his hand.

Nami, Robin and you were currently sat by Nami's tangerines, chatting and relaxing under the hot sun. There was still a bit of ocean to cover before you all arrived at the next island to reset the log pose, so everyone on the ship was doing their own thing. You knew Zoro was training, as he normally did around this time, while Usopp, Luffy and Chopper were entertaining themselves somewhere on the ship as usual. You couldn't see Franky or Brook, but clearly whatever they were doing was enough to keep them occupied.

Of course, Sanji's "own thing" involved dining and serving the ladies of the Thousand Sunny to his best ability.

The drink he sets down in front of Nami is a bright blue, topped with ice and a straw and looking something sweet. Robin's drink, although milder, looks just delicious. Both drinks are served to the women with a swish and a smile from Sanji, as Robin nods in thanks and Nami oblidges Sanji's wishes with a gentle; "thank you, Sanji-kun."

He admonishes them with a bright grin, and then, finally, turns to you. The lovesick look in his eyes at your two friends softens into something more tame as he meets your awaiting gaze. You try not to make your hopeful gaze so blatantly obvious but by the way Nami and Robin are both watching the interaction, you figure you aren't be so subtle.

The final drink left on the tray is set before you, with a little less florish but still as presented as nicely. Anything Sanji made always looked delicious, so, that fact isn't all that surprising.

"And here you are, Y/N."

Just like that, the hope deflates. It might seem silly (and you know it is), but the lack of an affectionate honorific like Nami or Robin's makes your heart ache. And it isnt just that--Sanji's actions with you are much more serious and done with far less exaggeration.

You've watched, time and time again, Sanji all but bend over backwards for everyone woman he's crossed paths with. It isn't just your crewmates, but strangers and enemies alike. Sanji rarely didn't have heart eyes when a woman was in his sights and even more so was he ever not declaring his love, care and affection all in one breath at them. He'll call them the sweetest names, speak to them with the softest of tones, always filled with warmth.

But with you? He never did.

When he talked to you, he didn't declare his love for you. He didn't have heart eyes. You were always just "Y/N" and nothing else. He still did anything you asked, but it wasn't in the way he did Nami, Robin or anybody else.

You shouldn't care. And you probably wouldn't, if your own heart didn't soar for Sanji. But it did, incredibly and painfully so. You'd felt that way about him since you'd first laid eyes on him, way back when Luffy had first invited you to join the crew.

And although watching him all but drop to his knees and declare his love for a woman not five seconds later, your heart had already chosen him and you'd been unsuccessful in changing its mind.

But clearly, your feelings wouldn't be returned. Sanji didn't even think you pretty enough to treat you like the rest, let alone actually return your feelings.

Keeping your eyes trained on your drink, you nod; "thank you, Sanji." Your voice is small, muffled. You don't see it, but Sanji frowns at the clear upset tone of your voice, but he doesn't express his concern, meeting Nami's eyes whose strangely glaring at him before heading back to the kitchen.

The second Sanji is out of ear shot, Nami is leaning towards you.

"Y/N--"

"You know what?" You cut off before she can even start, suddenly pushing yourself to your feet as Nami and Robin blink up at you in concern. "I'm actually not feeling well. I think the sun is a bit too much. I'm just gonna lay down, I think."

You're standing before Nami or Robin can get a word in otherwise--albeit they try. You purposefully ignore their calls of your name, ignoring the slight pang of guilt at having not even drank the drink Sanji prepared for you.

But, really, if you thought about it, he probably just made it for you because he felt bad otherwise. Not because he wanted to like he did Nami and Robin. And certainly not because he cared about you in any romantic way.

Really, you should just get over your feelings for him. It was only hurting you more in the end anyway.

-

"Nami, I really don't--"

"Just trust me, please?"

Staring back at Nami, you sigh. You could never really deny her when she looked at you like that (or really ever), so you know you've lost even before the words leave your lips.

"Fine," you huff, letting her continue to drag you back onto the Thousand Sunny despite the nerves twisting your insides. Nami hadn't really told what it was she was planning, but you figured it couldn't be anything good.

Especially after she'd all but dragged you with her the second the Thousand Sunny had docked at a new island that morning. She hadn't given you a chance to argue otherwise or for anyone to even aid you as she pulled you off with her.

She'd ended up dragging you to a clothing store. The first one she could find. When you expressed her confusion, she'd made up some lie about wanting to gift you a new outfit for all that helped you'd given her during your last battle.

When you'd reminded her that the two of you had been separated, she'd simply shushed you. And when that clothing store didn't have what she wanted, she'd dragged you to a different one and then another until she was satisfied.

You knew better than to argue with Nami, so you'd simply let her doll you up in different clothes all day.

Now, with the sun setting and adorned in new clothes that seemed far too fancy for someone who lived on a pirate ship, she was dragging you back to the Thousand Sunny without a single explanation.

Your answer, however, is given to you the second her eyes fall on Sanji.

He turns at the arrival of Nami (because you knew his excited smile wasn't for you), eyes twinkling and grinning ear to ear, only to pause sharply when his eyes fall on you.

You feel vulnerable in a way you never had, chest tightening as you watch him take you in.

"Sanji," Nami calls, grinning ear to ear and purposefully lacking the affectionate 'kun' she adds to the end of his name. "Me and Y/N went shopping today."

Eyes flickering from you, to Nami, then back to you, Sanji visibly swallows. "I can see that."

There's the briefest twitch in Nami's jaw, a sharp sigh leaving her mouth as the rest of the crew watches in curiosity. Then, with a bit sharper of a voice, she asks; "don't you think Y/N looks pretty in her new outfit?"

You breath hitches, turning to Sanji as you wait for him to respond.

Only, he never does.

His lips part as if to say something, but no words leave his lips. His eyes flicker back and forth from you, to Nami, to something past you, clearly uncomfortable.

Something aches painfully in your heart.

"Sanji," Nami calls again, this time her voice has a tinge of anger as she finally lets go of your wrist and stomps towards Sanji. "Just what--"

But you stop her before she can finish, grabbing her by the arm and desperately trying to bite back the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Nami, don't... don't worry about it," you cut in, voice cracking at the end. Both Nami and Sanji's eyes snap towards you, but you focus on Nami, desperately trying to keep what little of your dignity you have left. "It's okay."

"Y/N, you don't--"

"No, please, stop," you all but beg. You know Nami is just trying to help, but it's only making things worse. And Sanji weirded out. "It's clear Sanji doesn't... Sanji is uncomfortable, Nami. So just drop it."

A tear manages to slip past your defenses and the humiliation burns in you.

Nami, parted lips and stunned, stares back at you, unable to say anything. You then realize how the rest of the crew is watching, and the look on Sanji's face as he stares back at you hurts even more.

Without a single look back, you turn and run off the ship.

-

Sanji watches you run off, bewildered.

The entire crew does and silence follows as your footsteps grow further and further away until you're completely gone. And the silence follows for a second more, Sanji still trying to process whats even happened, before Zoro lets out a huff;

"You're an idiot."

Turning to the swordsman, Sanji's eyes blaze; "what did you say, moss-head?" And he moves to step towards him, but he can't even move an inch before Nami is in front of him, the front of his button-up clenched in her fist.

And her eyes burn with anger.

"Nami-swan? What--"

"You absolute idiot!" She cries, eyes blazing as she glances up at him. Sanji's lips part, baffled, as he jerks instinctively away from the rage radiating off of you. "Does your brain just not work? Or is there nothing in there?"

"N-Nami," Sanji breathes, honestly a bit hurt. "I don't--"

"Nami," Robin calls, stepping forward as she sets a hand on the younger girls shoulder. "Perhaps we should--"

"No," Nami argues, shaking her head. "I've tried to be understanding, but now this is really hurting Y/N." She spins back to Sanji, "she's crying because of you, you idiot!"

"I don't understand--"

"You like her, don't you?"

Sanji's cheeks burn instantly, spreading to the tips of his ears as his eyes widen. "I-I--!"

"There's no point denying," Nami cuts him off (again). "We all know it."

And as if Sanji couldn't be any more embarrassed, the rest of the crew adds to her point by nodding. Sanji realizes then it's hopeless, so with a sigh, his head bows.

"I do," he admits, voice quiet. "I really like her."

"Well she thinks you hate her."

Sanji's eyes instantly widen, heart falling to the pit of his stomach.

"Why would--"

"Sanji," Robin calls, distinctively more gentle. "You treat her so different. You don't fall to your knees for her like you do us. Nor do you declare your love for her every other second. If I weren't aware of your feelings for her, I'd think you hate her too."

There's a million of thoughts that run through Sanji's mind then. Racing through them, too fast for him to properly understand. All that's made abundantly clear to him is that he's hurt you.

He's hurt you so bad.

And he has to fix it.

Nami, seeing the look on Sanji's face, finally steps back, letting go of him with a huff.

"Sanji!"

Jumping at the sound of his captains voice, Sanji slowly looks back up at him.

"Go find Y/N!" Luffy smiles at him, extending his hand towards him with a thumbs up. "We'll be waiting for you when you guys are ready!"

-

You know you should be heading back to the ship.

The sun had completely set and the crew couldn't afford to waste time on an island where you'd all already gotten what you needed. It was dark, you were alone and the outfit Nami had bought for you and made you wear was no longer warm enough in the cool night air.

But you were embarrassed. Humiliated even.

How were you supposed to go back and face everyone? Let alone Sanji himself? How could you ever look him in the eyes again after you had made your feelings so abundantely clear and he had made his so as well?

The way he'd just stood there? Staring at you? When you know had it been any other woman he'd have screamed of their beauty to the skies.

Sniffling, you hug yourself tighter, tell yourself you'd head back when you'd cried all the tears you had in you out. Only then would you face that embarrassment--when it was physically impossible for you to cry anymore.

A wave of wind brushes back, pulling a shiver up your spine as you curl into yourself. You're thinking you might have to cry these tears faster or find a shop that's open later, when a jacket falls around your shoulders.

It surprises you, pulling a gasp from your lips as you spin to see who'd snuck up on you.

The last person you're expecting is Sanji.

Tears still streaming down your cheeks, you jump back from you, pushing yourself to your feet as you desperately wipe at your cheeks.

"S-Sanji, I..." But your voice trails becaues you don't know what to say. His arrival here stuns you so stupid and in addition to the tears, you feel like nothing could possibly make this night worse.

"Y/N, I--"

"You don't have to say anything," you cut in, words rushing without thought. "Nami shouldn't have put you in that position and I shouldn't have run off. Luffy probably made you find me, right? I'm sorry. He--... Please, just, I'm fine so--"

"Y/N," Sanji interrupts you, "I don't hate you."

Jerking, your lips are left parted as you blink up at Sanji.

He takes your silence as an invitation to keep going. Hands held in front of him, he steps towards you. "I don't hate you and I don't treat you differently because I think you're... not worth it or anything like that."

Hands falling to your sides, you inhale sharply.

"I... I've hurt you," Sanji whispers, head bowed. "I hurt you and I'm so sorry. The truth was that I didn't treat you the same as other women because... well... the way I feel for you goes beyond how I feel for them."

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. "I don't understand..."

"I like you--no, Y/N. I think I'm in love with you."

Blinking, your breath gets caught in the back of your throat, shocked.

"And I didn't know how to handle those feelings. I've never... felt so strongly about a woman as I have you, Y/N. So I acted indifferent and... well, I hurt you." He lets out a heavy breath, eyes imploring and face sincere. "And for that I'm so sorry."

Shaking your head, you step towards Sanji, pulling his jacket closer around yourself. "No, Sanji, you don't have to apologize."

"But I do," he argues, "for ever making you feel any less beautiful than you are. Or for making you think I... hated you."

In a surge of surprise, emotion and want, you reach for Sanji, taking his hands in yours as you shake your head again. He steps closer to you, moving one of his hands to cup your cheek. "Come back to the ship with me, love. And I can show you how much I truly love you."

Heart soaring at the pet name, you lean into Sanji's touch, nodding.

"I want nothing more."

Smiling gently, Sanji caresses the skin of your cheek. "And Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you look absolutely beautiful."

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I will participate in this event! If anyone has any prompts + ship/character requests feel free to send me an ask!

[soaln]

i read ur op jealous hcs and they were so cute ! i also saw that you mentioned your inbox was open, so can i request zoro x reader who’s the completely opposite of him? reader who’s sweet and kind to everyone, and very gentle unlike their mosshead bf.. i love him lol

𝓞𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

𓏵 ﹒ ┈ warnings : pure fluff, gender isn't mentioned. I realized I have a lot Sanji and Zoro request 😭😭 anyw req open I changed few things｡— ◟ 𖦹

The sun was setting low on the horizon, casting warm light across the deck of the Thousand Sunny like it was made of gold. The ocean stretched out endlessly, a sparkling blue as the ship drifted smoothly over the waves. You were sitting on the railing, your outline lit up by the fading light, your fingers busy making a crown out of flowers. Each petal brought a splash of color—soft pinks, creamy whites, and bright yellows—showing off your easy-going vibe and the simple happiness you found in little things.

Zoro was standing across the deck, looking like a statue made of stone as he pumped some weights with serious determination. His brow was furrowed, jaw tight, and his green hair—which everyone joked looked like messy moss—was shining with sweat under the setting sun. He was the definition of strength and toughness, rarely saying much and showing even less weakness. But every now and then, his sharp eyes would wander over to you, pulled in by the warmth of your presence.

You two were totally different. While you were all about warmth and sunshine, he had this tough vibe that felt shady and intense. Your kindness shone like a beacon, making people feel good, while Zoro’s rough edge seemed to push folks away. Still, there was this cool connection between you that neither of you could fully put into words, but you both respected it a lot.

“Oi,” he said, his voice deep and rough as he walked up to you, a towel tossed over his shoulder. “What’s up? Just hanging out here alone?”

You turned to him, your smile as radiant as daylight. In your hands, you held the finished flower crown, its delicate magnificence a stark contrast to the man before you. “I made this for you,” you told, your voice a melody that seemed to soften even the edges of his hardened demeanor

Zoro’s brow arched, his expression a mix of skepticism and amusement. “Flowers? Seriously?”

You laughed, the sound like wind chimes dancing in a gentle breeze. Rising to your feet, you placed the crown atop his head, your fingers brushing lightly against his green hair. “There,” you declared, your tone teasing yet tender. “Now you look like a silly warrior ruler.”

A faint blush crept across his cheeks, and he reached up to remove the crown, but your hand caught his wrist, stopping him. “Leave it on,” you pleaded, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just for a little while, Please?”

He hesitated, his hand hovering in the air, before he let out a resigned sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly. “But if anyone sees me like this, I’m blaming thus on you.”

Your heart swelled with affection, and you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Zoro,” you murmured, your voice warm filled gratitude. “You’re the best.”

He muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, but the faint blush that wiped his cheeks betrayed his true feelings. Beneath his gruff exterior, Zoro sheltered a deep appreciation for your gentle nature, even if he would never admit it aloud.

As the crew began to gather for dinner, the deck came alive with the sounds of laughter and camaraderie. Luffy’s wild voice echoed across the ship as he demanded more meat, while Sanji moved with practiced grace, setting the table with his usual flair. Nami and Robin conversed in calm tones, their laughter like music, while Usopp and Chopper animatedly recited one of their many adventures.

Zoro glanced at you, his expression softening in a way that was reserved only for you. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go eat before Luffy devours everything.”

You nodded, slipping your hand into his, your fingers intertwining as if they were always meant to fit together. “Okay,” you smiled, your smile as bright as the stars beginning to appear in the night sky. “But you’re keeping the flower crown on, right?” You grinned.

He rolled his eyes at you, but the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his actual feelings. “Yeah, yeah,” he stated, his tone gruff but affectionate. “Whatever makes you happy.”

After that, the two of you joined the rest of the crew, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you like a warm blanket. Despite your differences, you and Zoro were a perfect match—a symphony of opposites that created a harmony all your own. And in that moment, you knew that your gentle heart and his rugged soul were forever intertwined