#ww drabbles

[yandereunsolved]

✧ Yandere WW Ganondorf — Envy ✧

"The wind... it is... blowing... You have revived me after my defeat. Why is this?"

"Eek—! Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were not the person I meant to bring back!"

"Amusing. I think you're lying to yourself."

"What?"

"You're lying. A spell of this kind could not have brought me back by pure 'accident'."

"Ugh, whatever. Leave me alone. I now have to find the ingredients all over again."

"No."

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"Leave me alone!"

"No, I simply cannot. We are fated to be together."

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"Leave. You have been following me around for over eleven moons."

"Are you so dense? I keep telling you the simple truth. We are tied together. We are meant to be together."

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"You're leaving?"

"I'm not leaving you. How ridiculous..."

"You said that you are leaving this isle? This is where I live."

"Look at me. You need to understand. So many pathetic creatures, scattered across a handful of islands, drifting on this sea like fallen leaves on a forgotten pool... What they can possibly hope to achieve? Nothing. I am moving you somewhere safer. The Hero of Winds will come back and try to slay me again. I cannot allow you to be caught within the cross hairs."

"Oh."

"I love you, my dear. Come with me. I'll slay your enemies and keep you near me until the Great Sea drains away and the world itself ends."

"Oh."

[shmothman]

Confessional

Pairing: Wolfwood & Reader, Vash/Reader Rating: Explicit (for language and discussion of explicit topics) Words: 773 Tags: gender neutral reader, Wolfwood's stupid portable confessional, trigun 98, reader has a crush on Vash and thinks it's unrequited, Wolfwood is my best friend who makes me want to punch him in the face A/N: this isn't really crack but it sure is stupid!

“You’re brooding,” Wolfwood says, coming to lean against the siding of the building next to you.

You shoot him an annoyed glance. “I'm not brooding.”

He plows forward like he didn’t hear you. “It’s about needle-noggin, ain’t it?”

“No,” you lie, “it’s not.” It’s not about him, or the way you wish he felt even an ounce of what you feel for him, or the way he was so close to you last night while he was drunk and now is keeping a careful distance. It’s not about any of that. Of course it’s not.

“It’d probably help if you confessed your sins,” he says, pulling out that damn ‘portable confessional’ with a shit-eating grin that makes you roll your eyes at the best of times—and now just makes you scoff.

“Yeah,” you reply with biting sarcasm, “I’m sure it would.”

“Come on,” he says, grinning wider. “You know you want to.”

“Not a single part of me wants that, Nic. I don’t even know the however-many-sins-there-are.”

“Seven,” he supplies helpfully, ticking them off on his fingers: “pride, sloth, greed, gluttony, wrath, envy, and—“ he winks at you— “lust.”

You laugh, incredulous. “Right. Okay. You know what? Fuck it.” 

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you snatch the confessional from his hands, putting it over your head and crossing your arms over your chest. If he’s gonna be an ass, you’re gonna make him regret it. 

“You wanna hear me confess my fuckin’ sins, Nicholas? Here: hey, father, I’ve been lustful as hell! I can’t even look in his general direction without getting horny! I can’t stop thinking about making out with him, and every time he pulls a trigger I think about his fingers inside me! I wanna fuck him six ways to sunday, in every position imaginable, over and over again until neither of us can walk for days!!” You can’t see his face right now, but you hope you’re making it as red as yours feels—though, damn him, it does feel good to confess this shit to somebody. Even if that somebody is Wolfwood. “I am lustful every minute of every goddamn day, and especially every minute of the night. And, hey, Isn’t masturbation a sin? I’m super guilty of that one. Like super guilty. Like every night guilty. He so much as smiles at me and I’m gonna jack off about it. I want to ride him like a goddamn Tomas, and you know what? I’m so in love with him, it hurts!”

…Well, you’ve sort of lost the plot, now. And you’re feeling much less confident than you were ten seconds ago. You pull the stupid box off your head and hold it back out to Wolfwood, jaw set and face flushed. 

His eyebrows are still sky-high, but he doesn’t quite look like you’ve embarrassed him… just yourself.

“There,” you say with finality. “That’s my confession.”

“Hi guys!” the voice behind you makes the blood drain from your face. Come on. You feel the warmth of him as he comes up behind you—you feel his presence, like you always do. “What’s up?” Vash asks.

Wolfwood’s eyes dart to you, then up to meet Vash’s gaze as he grins predatorily. “Oh, they were just telling me something really funny.” He cocks his head at you, and you want to wipe that damn smile right off his face. “Hey, why don’t you tell Vash what you just told me?”

You’re going to kill him. You’re actually going to kill him. Glaring daggers, you do your best to make your tone cheerful, though it sounds forced even to your own ear. 

“Oh, it really wasn’t that funny!”

“Sure it was,” Wolfwood says, smug as all hell. “Made me laugh, anyhow.”

You grind your teeth.

“I’m sure it was funny, I wanna hear it!” Vash says, and Jesus Christ, why did you ever open your mouth?

“Yeah, he wants to hear it,” Nicholas taunts.

You take a deep breath. “Oh! Hey, uh, I just remembered that Meryl and Milly need me for—um—something! Gotta run!”

With one final death glare thrown Wolfwood’s way, you turn on your heel, pointedly not looking at Vash as you make your completely un-smooth exit—you can’t let him see the way your face is burning.

God. Wolfwood’s never gonna let you live this one down.

Vash frowns as you leave, sure that he’s stepped into something, but not sure what. “What was so funny, Wolfwood?”

Nicholas claps him on the shoulder, the portable confessional set down on the ground. “Believe me,” he says, slipping a cigarette between his lips. “You’re gonna wanna hear it from them.”

[wistfulwatcher]

[whumpbug]

okay okay okay so I held back on this one because I asked alternate already BUT. can you put Gene and Cassidy in a sci-fi story. what would they wear what are their roles do you have scene snippets or dialog? sci-fi is my favorite thing ever and as always feel free to ignore if this isn't the vibe!!! i love you bug /p!!!!!

OHOHOHOHOHHOH SETH I LOVE U /P

i am all for a sci-fi vibe. even if star wars is TECHNICALLY a space opera, i love love love the space setting and i would be DELIGHTED to talk about it.

im gonna word vomit on the page first and them ill try my hand at a few drabbles in this au. strap in for ANOTHER very long post. THANK U AGAIN SETH I LOVE UR ASKS I TRULY CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM /GEN

okay so. since i'm only really well-versed in star wars sci-fi concepts, this is going to be a vaguely star wars inspired au but i'll try to phrase it in a way thats more applicable to sci-fi in General (its always so fun to translate their jobs and personalities into different settings)

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we'll start with gene. idk why but i'm getting very much a bounty hunter vibe from him. like someone who maybe works for a larger organization or guild hunting down notorious criminals (i mention that he works for an Entity bc i think its sort of important that he doesnt choose his bounties himself. he gets them assigned)

i think he would still do it out of a sense of responsibility because he doesn't think bad people should just be running around like that, but also because. a man's gotta make a living. he's gotta pay the bills.

i can see him having his own little ship that he practically lives out of considering how much he travels, and i feel like he'd get very attached to his ship (much like calliope. sorry calliope you've become a spaceship in this au)

OMG AND ALSO A THOUGHT IS BEING BEAMED INTO MY HEAD.

he wears a mask. you can't see his face when he's out doing jobs. he conceals his face, partially because he doesn't want people to see when hes scared or smug or anything like that and partially for the Swag.

that brings me to his overall outfit. i believe in my heart of hearts that gene would wear something like this (i wish i could credit the artist but i couldnt find it)

except instead of an entire helmet, it would be more of just a black piece of cloth pulled loosely over his mouth and nose. and im also seeing him in a very wide brimmed hat that he can tilt down to Brood pls tell me you guys see the vision.

he'd have a little revolver-looking blaster and knowing him, it'd be set to stun. i don't think he really enjoys bringing people in cold, and does his best to avoid it when he can

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OK now onto cassidy. my beautiful darling boy silver. my sweetiepie.

it was kind of difficult to translate his profession into this setting because. it involves more people other than him.

ultimately i decided that, similar to the modern au, he is a part of an underground business, kind of like a rebellion of sorts, that fight against the injustices of the galaxy robin-hood style. of course, montana is the leader (unfortunately) and cassidy is essentially his right hand man

i can see cassidy traveling planet to planet, dismantling corrupt governments, providing for the needy, and having an absolute blast doing it, but his methods are. very illegal. and there is a growing bounty on his head.

nearly every major government wants specifically him locked away for life because of the destruction he's caused, and of course they hire the very best bounty hunter around to track him down.

and of course cassidy is a slippery fellow

cue their little cat and mouse thing they've got going on. gene wants to catch him because if he does, he'd practically be set for life. cassidy runs away because, well. he has a job to do. he can't get caught, especially by the weirdly attractive masked dude that talks to his spaceship.

and lastly, here is what i think cassidy's fit would vaguely look like:

he loves ponchos he can't help it. they're too comfy.

he too would have a little revolver-blaster thing and of course, his knife and hat. one thing that it different is the stolen jewelry. i decided that instead of stealing jewelry from the awful people, he takes mechanical/droid parts for his little buddy that he keeps around named SC-071-1 (haha. ahaha get it. please tell me someone gets it.)

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OK ONTO THE DRABBLES AND SNIPPETS! you get 3 because im feeling Generous /pos. here in the first little snippet for you. this is the two meeting in a bar and not wanting to make a scene (gene tracked him there) (i just wanted to write a silly tense scene)

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Cassidy heard Gene before he saw him.

The man was always stomping around in a way no one could quite replicate. His footsteps were deliberate, cold, and unmistakable.

And they were right behind him.

The business end of a blaster was suddenly pressed into Cassidy's ribs and his mouth went dry.

"I'll have a Jet Juice. On the rocks."

Gene tossed the bartender a coin, to which he grumbled indignantly and began on the drink.

Cassidy risked a sideways glance at the bounty hunter. His expression was unreadable and hidden as always, and he didn't even turn to look at Cassidy. Instead, Gene leaned close and spoke lowly into his ear.

"Make a scene and you're dead. Try to run and you're dead. Turn on your comm and you're dead. Am I clear?"

Cassidy smirked, and mocked a salute. "Loud 'n clear, sir."

Gene gave a curt nod and turned to the bar. The bartender slid him his drink, which he downed in one go, and he was just about to order another when--

He sputtered when he felt something pressed into a certain.. important area. He blanched.

"Didn't say anything about fightin' fire with fire, did you, cowboy?" Cassidy grinned. The sight of the big bad bounty hunter squirming because his family jewels were threatened never got old.

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DRABBLE 2 HERE WE GO. this one is gene finding cassidy after a mission gone sour. cassidy was effectively abandoned by montana with the promise that he would come back for him.

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The whole mission was a bust from the beginning.

Cassidy should have known. He had a gut feeling-- that it was some sort of trap specifically designed for the organization. When he brought it up to Montana, he said that it was just Cassidy being paranoid. And, of course, he believed him. He always did

And now, there he was, beaten within an inch of his life and left to the elements by the government higher-ups.

They really didn't like people messing with their system.

Cassidy took a labored breath for what felt like the millionth time. Each time it was getting harder. His arms were pinned awkwardly above his head and to fill his lungs, he had to pull himself up. It quickly became exhausting.

The worst part was the cold. Montana had mentioned that this planet's average temperature was a little below what Cassidy was used to, but he didn't mention that the city they were infiltrating was located near the northern pole of the planet.

It was freezing.

Cassidy had long since stopped shivering.

He let his head loll forward. He wasn't sure he had the strength to wait for Montana anymore. He wasn't sure he had the strength for anything anymore. Even keeping his eyes open seemed a monumental task.

So, he let them fall shut.

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When he woke up, it was because he registered his center of gravity tilting on it's axis.

There was a body pressed against his. And it was warm.

If he had any remaining strength, he would have clung to his rescuer like there was no tomorrow. Instead, he settled for letting his head fall against the person's chest as he let out a pitiful whine.

A hand chafed up and down his shoulder. "Just relax. We'll get you warm. Don't you dare try to run off, Silver."

He wouldn't dream of it. Not when he could feel himself melting to putty in the arms of this stranger.

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LAST DRABBLE it's gene's turn. in this au he has spasthma (space asthma) and sometimes it hinders his job in Not good ways. and cassidy isn't heartless.

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Cassidy really wasn't thinking when he threw the smoke bomb. All he knew was that the damned bounty hunter was catching up and he needed to throw him off.

He did not expect him to fall to his knees with a guttural coughing fit.

It would have been so easy to leave him there to rot, to hop in his ship and escape without looking back.

But when did Cassidy ever take the easy way out?

"Shit," He hissed, darting back to where Gene was kneeled with a palm supporting him on the ground.

He was clutching at his chest, choked gasps leaving him intermittently. His eyes looked vaguely panicked.

"C-Can't--" He wheezed, getting cut off by another coughing fit. He looked as if he was about to topple over.

Cassidy caught him by the arm and dragged him away from the busy street. He propped him up against an wall tucked into an alleyway and began rummaging around in his bag.

One of the younger kids with the Montana's crew had the same condition with all the same symptoms Gene was having right now. The kid was pretty forgetful, and Cassidy always made sure he had an extra rebreather on him. Just in case.

Gene was going to owe him big time.

His fingers finally grazed what he was looking for and he yanked it out, fumbling to get it open. He shook the small canister and pressed it to Gene's lips.

"You have to puff. Just try, okay? Just a little." Cassidy grabbed Gene's hand and placed it on his chest, exaggerating his own breathing to show him what to strive for.

Gene hiccuped slightly before taking a flimsy inhale. He breathed out and tried at it again, and found it gradually got easier.

When he could finally take a deep breath, he collapsed against the wall, panting. His hand didn't leave Cassidy's chest.

"Thank-- thank you," He whispered.

Cassidy smiled.

"Does this mean I get a headstart now?"

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SETH thank you SO VERY MUCH for this ask and this au. i think i may like it more than their original au GOD i love them so so so much FHDJKFH. thank u for the requests and as always PLS dont be afraif to send more if the mood striked you but no pressure ofc! /gen

hope you enjoy my rambling bc this post was LONGGGGG

[whenyoulosesmallmind]

Nicklas Bäckström + Alexander Ovechkin ― Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale, Eugenio Montale (trans. William Arrowsmith)

[anneimaginesundertale]

Oooooooo this'll be so awesome! Runs at (my muse) at full speed to tackle them to the ground.   With WW stretch

(Yes it is i) 😌

"Stretch!" you cried as you spotted him. You saw him leap off his horse and start running toward you.

"Y/N!"

You raced toward him. The two of you met in the middle of the street and you knocked him to the ground with the force of your hug. "I missed you so much!" you cried, peppering his skull with kisses, not caring what anyone watching thought. "I'm so glad you're back!"

Stretch gave a breathless laugh. "I oughta go away more often, if this is the welcome I get," he said.

"Don't you dare," you laughed, and kissed him on the teeth.

[numericalassassin]

Assassins Rendezvous

A drabble for @nicholas-wolfwood about Nicholas and Zer0 meeting up on Gunsmoke for the first time.

Nicholas sat at another dusty table in another dusty bar, for once enjoying the peace and quiet of not having Vash right at his side. Meryl and Milly had dragged him off to do God only knew what and Nick had made sure to be out of the girl’s sight when they’d come for the gunslinger. Vash had, of course, spotted him and made it very clear it was his turn next but hey, that was only if he couldn’t manage to distract Milly and thus distract Meryl and redirect attention back to Vash again which was getting much easier with practice. For now he ate in peace, letting the gossip of the place wash over him as a kind of background buzz, only lingering on bits and pieces here and there.

Any calls for Plant techs, any suddenly vanished towns, any new bandit groups causing trouble. Not much of note today.

“Did you hear about that odd new bandit being reported?” Some young mother fussed over her toddler. “A few towns have mentioned running him off, I heard it on the satellite.”

“The weird tall one, all in black? Yeah I heard about him. Definitely a thief from what my cousin told me. He’s got family out that way. Probably some no-good scout for a gang.” An older man at the bar chimed in.

“Tall, wears a black body suit, helmet with a black visor so dark you can’t see his face?” The barkeeper asked and Nicholas’ ears perked up. That was an odd description for sure. “Heard he uses a sword that glows, maybe he’s part of that neon gang?”

A bite paused halfway to Nick’s mouth. Dark visored helmet and a sword that glowed. It couldn’t be. There was no way in Heaven or Hell. Not possible.

“I dunno, he doesn’t seem to have done much but you can’t be too careful with people like that. You can’t trust a man that won’t show his face.”

Won’t or can’t, Nick wondered, resuming his meal but not quite tasting it anymore. Please don’t let it be who it sounds like. Please let one person be out of his Master’s reach for good. Please.

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Zer0 hated Gunsmoke. Hated this planet with every fiber of their being. Two suns beating down, the lack of access to water, the sand getting inside their suit, and the hopeless, defensive people. They hissed, a misstep on a loose incline jostling the bullet hole in their side. At least they’d managed to find a little nook to tuck themself into to wrap the wound up but the need to keep moving was stronger then the pain. If they’d been slightly faster, not quite as tired from not having many places to rest and recover, they might have slipped by without taking the hit but...

Terrified and angry faces, shouts and shots before Zer0 could get more then a few words in edgewise, ducking around a corner to hear the sound of a gun racking, sword swinging in a defensive arc- A young boy with terror in his eyes and a gun in his hands, aimed at them.

Yeah, there wasn’t much they were going to be able to do to avoid that hit, not while they were within arm’s reach and having to abort a swing that would have taken off the boy’s head. They’d corrected in time to only hit the stone of the doorway he was standing in but they’d stumbled in the process and taken a bullet to the side. After that, they’d just bailed with Decepti0n. The civilians were already afraid of them and having swung at a child wasn’t going to endear them to the unknown and frightening newcomer, no matter that they’d rather cut their own hands off then willingly hurt a kid.

Zer0 sighed and kept walking. At least they’d learned to sneak in and get a look around first so they’d gotten a good look at a map showing the next town. Stealing supplies to make the next trek was only going to last them so long.

Apparently they should have listened when Nicholas called his home a total shitshow. Damn their sentimentality, it was absolutely going to get them killed and the other Vault Hunters were going to laugh themselves sick when they heard about it. Hopefully after murdering whatever actually ended them first. Unless it was just the suns. Dying of exposure would be a really shitty way to go.

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“Yeah we were able to chase him out! Caught him skulking around in an abandoned building where the children play, probably just waiting to kidnap our kids!” The man shook his fist, looking something between terrified and elated. Remembered adrenaline high no doubt, with just the memory enough to make him jittery. Ugh, civilians.

“Oh no that’s terrible! Good thing you were able to chase him off before he caused any trouble!” Milly said, absolutely eating it all up. Meryl nodded along, just as enthusiastic.

“You always have to be careful about the kinds of people you tolerate in your city! Always keep a close eye out for trouble!” Nick rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, half exasperated, half fond. The girls were in rare form.

“Yeah! It was the darnest thing, you’d almost think he was more scared of us with how quickly he ran! He must have been about to pull something awful!”

“I shot him!” A squeaky voice announced and Nicholas started, looking down at the scrunched face of a boy who could barely be called a teenager. His face was dirty and his hair mussed and he had a scrappy looking SMG on a strap on his back. Too young by far to be having to join this town’s little militia and that hidden, bruised heart in Nick’s chest took another hit. Vash crouched down and ruffled the kid’s hair.

“Did you now? I hope you were just aiming to scare them off. It’s not right to take another person’s life you know.” The kid scowled to hide the blush at the attention as the adults made vague indulging noises and turned back to the girls. They didn’t believe him but Vash did and Nick trusted Vash’s instincts a hell of a lot more then random civilians.

“I didn’t hit ‘em bad, just in the side. ‘E swung his sword at me but I ducked and ‘e missed!” The kid leaned a little closer and Nick looked away, pretending his ears couldn’t pick up every word like it was right next to him. “I dun think ‘e’s human Mister Vash! ‘E must be Lost Tech stuff! ‘E didn’t bleed red, ‘e bled black!”

Nick stood up, too abrupt, not casual enough even as he slouched under the weight of his cross. Vash was looking at him, teal eyes too sharp for that spikey head of his.

“Since you’re all gonna talk to all these fine people and get the scoop, I’ll head for the next town huh? Maybe rent us a decent place to stay for once and poke around for some jobs. Maybe I’ll even find something Vash can be good at this time!” He smiled his fake smile and Vash paused before giving him his own bullshit grin. Milly looked between the two for a moment before smiling her usual, happy way. The one that said she might not know what was up but she knew there was something but she was trusting him to deal with it.

“Good thinking Wolfwood! If you find a good place to work, could you treat me to something? Please?”

“Ugh, yeah, yeah ya moocher, fine! You girls keep him out of trouble while I’m gone, you hear?” He meandered off towards the inn and his bike, ignoring the curious gaze boring into his back. He just needed a little time, he had to find out for sure first-!

Body suit, dark visored helmet, glowing sword. Black blood, spilled because he wouldn’t hurt a kid even when he had a gun aimed at him.

Dammit Zer0, it better not be you-!

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Caution, this time. More so even then before. Keep to the roofs because no one thinks to look up, only move at night time to keep in cover of dark. Not as easy with a hastily patched hole in their side but they’d functioned on less. If nothing else, this was an exercise in remembering to be fucking grateful whenever Maya had to heal them. So much easier then stitching themself up.

This town was buzzing, an ant hill that was kicked with people running every which way, yelling about bandits and outlaws and raiders. Zer0 sighed and fount a nook to tuck themself into; clearly this wasn’t going to be a town they could stay in either. Probably they should just leave now before they were spotted but... They were tired. They needed a rest. If everyone was busy running around yelling, they were far less likely to be found and disturbed. Or shot again. Nap time.

Of course they were woken up only hours later by whimpers and muffled cries moving just below their current perch. Carefully shifting, they peer down from the shadows to see a young girl being dragged along by two much bigger men, tied up and crying as she was manhandled. Well. Seems they found the ones kicking the ant hill and for once it wasn’t their mere existence causing the disturbance. They slide off the roof and drop to the ground silently, only pausing a moment to evaluate before darting forward and taking out the two men with a series of quick hits that had them on the ground in moments and the little girl free but terrified. Zer0 made quick work of the bindings on her and ruffled her hair carefully before she ran off toward home.

One child saved. But how many others were left now who’d been taken before they’d gotten here? Zer0 sighed and darted off into the dark. Ungrateful civilians or not, they weren’t letting children suffer while they could do something about it.

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Nicholas leaned on a wall, tucked partway in an alley as he watched the civilians stand in the street and shout. Slave ring, it looked like, and no one sounded happy. The slavers were demanding their captives back and the civilians were demanding they leave, all in all a huge shouting match with far too many weapons being waved around. Funny though, an awful lot of the raiders were injured, screaming about a shadow taking them down and stealing their goods.

A scuffle erupted, a scream as someone was grabbed up as a hostage, and Nicholas is moving before he consciously thought about it, training and habit from Vash both kicking in to intervene and save whoever was screaming. But he’s not the first one to act, or the closest. A shape materializes among the bandits, knocking the knees out from under the one holding the woman and dropping him before sweeping her up and leaping to safety. Or would be safety if the bandits weren’t all aiming at the fleeing shape shielding her with his body. Shots rang out before Nick was moving, firing and knocking guns out of hands and the shape stumbled but didn’t go down, managing to drop the woman behind cover as all the other civilians scream and run.

Nick gets a good look at the shape as they pop up again, darting toward the group of bandits either picking themselves up or stumbling for their fallen guns.

Tall, lithe, black bodysuit with armor pieces, elongated helmet with a black visor. The sword he’d never quite figured out how he stored flashed into being as they dove into the group with a snarl he could hear vibrate in all the wrong pitches. Zer0. What the fuck was Zer0 doing here on Gunsmoke and how the fuck did he get here!?

Pieces of guns go flying, along with bandits as Zer0 is let loose among them, far above the level of every day thug. Nicholas plays back-up, shooting guns out of hands fast enough to make even Vash proud until there’s only Zer0 left standing, hunched over in clear pain before he consciously straightens and steps onto the street again.

The woman he’d saved darts forward before Nick can, sobbing her gratitude to the clearly startled assassin. More people follow, so easily awed by the display of skill, including a group of kids who had clearly been snatched up by the bandits before Zer0 had gotten them out. Nick idly reloads his gun and wraps up his Punisher before shouldering it and stepping into the crowd, giving them time to crowd around and shout praises and thanks and Zer0 time to be forced out of fight mode. All the better to see him jump when he claps a hand on his shoulder, grinning like the devil and firmly ignoring the little warmth in his chest when Zer0 immediately makes a delighted, high-pitched noise.

“Hey now don’t crowd, I’d bet you anything this guy’s been working through the night to get everyone freed! Let ‘im rest huh?” He snorts as Zer0 all but slumps into him and people parted to let them get to the inn, which is more then happy to put Zer0 up for free.

When Nicholas gets him in a room he’s going to hit him, what the hell was Zer0 thinking following him here!?

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Too bad Zer0 has another idea and turns to give Nick a tight hug as soon as the door is closed. They laugh at his put-upon sigh even as he returns the hug with enough force that they breathe in sharply for the pain in their side.

Of course he ruins it when he pulls back and shakes them hard, then eyes their injured side knowingly.

“What th’ fuck’re you doing out here, stupid!? Getting shot by kids! What th’ fuck’s wrong with you!? You should have stayed put!” Zer0 giggles, both exhausted and relieved, and pats Nick’s face.

“I had to follow. I would be a poor parent, if I did not come.” Nick scowls at them but there’s just that tiny hint of softness in his eyes that makes Zer0 reach up and ruffle his hair. They get an eye roll but he doesn’t drop them onto the bed, lets them down slow, so they know he’s not really annoyed. Performative, like he has anything to worry about with Zer0. Ah well, now they have time to work on those walls of his while they try to figure out how to actively help him.

“You shouldn’t have come out here. You know enough to know you should have stayed.” They shrug even as he glares at their side until they open up their suit jacket and show him their rushed patch job.

“As if I would stay. Need all the help you can get, and a new player. But, more suspicious, then I anticipated. Quite unfortunate.”

“What gave ya that idea, bein’ chased outta three towns before I caught wind of ya?” They droop and whine, just to see him have to attempt to hide a smile behind his scowl. Not that the scowl lasts.

“Dammit, okay, fine, you’re here obviously. I’m gonna assume I’m stuck with ya?” A bright, glowing :) is his only response but he snorts. “Great. Look forward to meetin’ Vash then, cause I know he knows I’m up t’ somethin’ out here. They’ll catch up way before I’m ready for em. Why’d you gotta get yourself involved, Zer0?” They click at him, reaching up to drag his forehead down to their visor.

“Any good parent, does not abandon their kid. Even if you left.” He wrinkles his nose though that soft look still hides there.

“Pain in my ass...” They laugh, knowing damn well they can’t ever be more of a pain then Vash the Stampede. At least now they’ll get a front row seat to the insanity.

They can’t wait.

[kairoot]

❅ — ww. day 10: cs . ✦ ₊˚

day ten: ❝ taking care of san while he’s sick ❞

⟢ pairing : san x reader➖ genre : fluff ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none that i know of, errr jokes? 😭

walking back to your bedroom where your boyfriend called for you, you carried the piping hot tea you promised him.

“baby,” san whined once again, his hoarse voice stopping him from being able to yell.

“yes, san?” you answered for the fifth time, sighing.

“baby, it hurts.”

“i know, babe. that’s why you have to drink this.” you placed the tea on the bedside table making his face scrunch in disgust.

“no,” he whined again, dragging out the ‘no’ and slouching in his spot in your shared bed.

you sat next to him, feeling his forehead. his cheeks were still flushed with much color and he was still a bit warm like earlier.

he swatted at your hand, turning his face to stuff it into the pillow.

“san, stop, you still have a fever.” you brought your hand back to its place. taking care of san when he was sick was always a hassle. he could either be extra clingy or really stubborn.

now was clearly one of those times where he felt like being stubborn. it was like caring for a little kid.

he groaned in annoyance and pain, shifting onto his back again.

“baby, i know you hate being sick but let me take care of you.”

he swiftly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him.

“you could take care of me in other ways.” he puckered his lips, bringing you closer.

“no! absolutely not, san!” you pushed his face away gently, scrambling to get up but his grip stopping you.

he smiled a bit, but quickly replacing it with a faux pout.

“please, babe?”

“you’re not getting me sick, choi.”

he whined at the use of his surname, holding you tighter.

“that’s not my name.”

“yes, it is. no one told you to go outside while it was snowing and stick your tongue in the air. now, drink your tea.”

“hmm, i’ll drink it when you give me a kiss.”

“hmm.. no.”

❅ ❅ ❅

milan’a note: another short short drabble 😪

PERM. TAGLIST: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun @m1ko-xu (message or comment to be added)

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© KAIROOT 2023 — please do not steal, translate, or repost my work.

winter wonderland masterlist

[breadarcade]

It's me again! Could we get Longan x reader that is a liiittle stubborn? Like really stubborn, won't listen to commands kind? Thank you! Have a wonderful day! (Ive never asked for anything like this i feel anxious whoops!)

note: ww longan dragon cookie, and another note is that this is way short, most probably a drabble instead because this was…well…yeah, the only thing i can think of is yn being dead once they are stubborn to longan dragon cookie but i try to make it long!

PAIRING: LONGAN DRAGON COOKIE x READER

WARNING: at this rate, you

★YOU WERE GETTING ON THEIR NERVES, how can a cookie be so stubborn and sufferable? Longan Dragon Cookie glared at you, as you stood head tall, weapon on your hand as you were persistent on ending this state of calamity, while Longan Dragon Cookie the other hand looked down at you as if you were a pest, you were a nuisance that is supposed to be squashed on like a pathetic little pest, it was a now or never for them. “Young cookie, explain this to me, what brings you to be so persistent? Dragons are born to rule over the weak, you are weak.” They gave you a warning glare, telling you to know your place as dragon orbs spread out to cause havoc in your eyes.

“That does not mean I should let it get in your way, especially the lives at sake!” you pointed your weapon at them, their eyes dangerously gleaming at you in annoyance, how annoying…how annoying. Longan Dragon puffed their chest for a moment before they sighed, their hands curling into fists as they went down to the ground, to be face-to-face with you. They were furious, you were a cookie, a simple common cookie that people can get used to. How are you so stubborn?! When your life is at stake! Do you have a deathwish, young cookie? 

Longan Dragon Cookie watched as you prepared your stance, how childish, how delusional, to think that you will win at this. Longan Dragon Cookie stopped once you were in front of you, but before you could react, they wrapped their hand around your neck, slowly suffocating you. You struggle to be set free, but the only response you are getting is cold, yellow eyes, looking down at you, sending shivers down your spine. Eventually, you stopped, thinking it was something else. You stand corrected as Longan Dragon Cookie open their mouth to speak. “You are nothing more than an insignificant cookie on my feet, you dare to defy me.” They glared at you, their grip tightening, making you gag. “Why do you act so fearless when you are writhing on my hand as we speak?” “Go to hell.” you sneered, glaring at them with the same face that Longan Dragon Cookie loathed and hated.

Longan Dragon Cookie suddenly let you go, making you fall to the ground and gasp to make up for the lost air you had. You tried to ease the pain by rubbing your neck, marks and bruises from your neck were there to show the strength of Longan Dragon Cookie, the ivory dragon. Longan Dragon Cookie simply looked down at you, watching as your face contorted to confusion and anger to their sick amusement. “What? You don’t want to kill me that easily?” you ask once more, making Longan Dragon Cookie make an emotionless face “You are a waste of time, but.” They grabbed your chin, tilting it up so you could look up at them, to see that face that bears no regret.

“You are entertaining, no, not entertaining but interesting. A cookie that are too ignorant to stand up to me.” they let your chin go, leaving you in a state of shock. “You are a nuisance, a nuisance that cannot be far from me otherwise you would be more than the nuisance you are.”You are coming with me, cookie.”

I’m sorry what?

[novasintheroom]

❤️ Vash x Reader ❤️

✭ 150 Bullets masterlist w/ links

f!reader, Vash x Reader. ---- 150 years. 150 bullets. 150 drabbles of your relationship with Vash the Stampede as it grows, wanes, forms, shifts, and transforms. Ongoing work.

✭ Prince!Vash arranged marriage AU masterlist w/ links

princess!reader, Vash x f!reader; An AU where you, the princess of a foreign kingdom, and Prince Vash are in an arranged marriage, and all the hiccups, bumps, and joys that come with it. (Full story in works, drabbles for now).

✭ Penpals headcanon

gen, you become penpals with the Humanoid Typhoon himself

✭ Vash traveling hobbies

gen, the things Vash does to pass time on the road.

✭ Vash learning touch again

suggested reader x Vash; Vash learning to love touch again through you.

✭ Vash and smell

suggested reader x Vash; Vash loves the smell of you and your cleanliness

✭ A matter of time

suggested reader x Vash; Luida and Brad ask Vash what your relationship with each other is.

✭ Memories

suggested reader x Vash; Vash is having a bad day. Good thing you're there to be a shoulder to lean on.

✭ Silver or Gold?

reader x Vash, established relationship; Vash has something important on his mind. You intend to find out what. Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series before it became a series.

✭ A home for you and me

reader x Vash, established relationship; It's a new chapter in your lives, and a new home awaits. Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series before it became a series.

✭ Reacting to shy/timid reader

Request; Vash and Wolfwood react to a shy/timid reader

✭ Optimistic reader

Request; Vash meets an optimistic reader like himself

✭ Vash and sleep

reader x Vash; Vash's sleeping habits change and shift depending on how near you are.

✭ Morning routine

reader x Vash; Vash is a pain to wake up with in the morning. Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series before it became a series.

✭ Nesting w/ Vash

reader x Vash; Vash and his nesting habits with you.

✭ Vash writes poetry

reader x Vash; Drabble about how Vash tries to write poetry in your honor.

✭ Dancing with Vash is...

reader x Vash; Drabble about what dancing with Vash is like.

✭ Yours and Vash's wedding day

f!reader x Vash; Drabble about how your wedding day would go with Vash.

✭ Touch me gently

f!reader x Vash; Several drabbles about the different touches you and Vash have as your relationship grows.

Small drabbles: 1  2 3  4  5  6  7 8 9

🖤 Wolfwood x Reader 🖤

✭ Head, shoulders, knees and toes

reader x Wolfwood; Four small drabbles involving different parts of the body with WW involved.

✭ Wolfwood and noses

suggested reader x Wolfwood; thoughts on how Wolfwood views different nose types, especially yours.

✭ Lipstick kisses

reader x Wolfwood, slight make-out session; Nico complains about your lipstick. He doesn't mean it, though.

✭ Reacting to shy/timid reader

Request; Vash and Wolfwood react to a shy/timid reader

✭ Scars

TW self-harm scars, reader x Wolfwood; It's a hard night, remembering what's in the past.

🩵 Knives x Reader 🩵

✭ Knives takes reader

one-sided Knives x Reader, Reader x Vash; Knives finds out about you and takes you from Vash.

[fruitsoxs]

TRIGUN MASTERLIST

Wolfwood

Midnight munchies - 18+ NSFW , Smut, Word Count 2.2 k ; Your good friend Wolfwood comes over for movie night and gives you a treat on the couch

Jealousy Part 1 / Part 2 - drabble ; when he gets jealous

Their beige flags - HCS

Him overhearing reader moaning his name - 18+ NSFW , Smut , Drabble

Reverse Jealousy - Drabble

Wolfwood with reader that has a dirty mouth - 18+ NSFW , Smut , HCS, Drabble

Sub!Wolfwood - 18+ NSFW, Smut , Drabble

What you wake up to the morning after - HCS

Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates Part 1 /Part 2 - HCS , Vashwood x reader

Seeing you in fancy clothes - HCS + Drabble

Body guard Wolfwood - HCS

Hurt/Comfort - Drabble

Reaction to reader walking down the aisle - HCS , Pure Fluff

Platonic Wolfwood sharing a bed with you - Fluff, HCS

Something More - 18+ , NSFW, smut ; Wolfwood struggles with the feelings that are building up inside him and distracts himself the only way he knows how (by fucking you)

Plushie Headcanon

Post-July/ Two year gap headcanons; SPOILERS FOR TRISTAMP

Wolfwood decides he wants to adopt a kid with the reader - pure fluff, drabble

Wolfwood cuts your hair - pure fluff, drabble

The Blood on My Hands - heavy angst, drabble

Wolfwood Dresses your wound - fluff, drabble

Behind the church - 18+ , NSFW, smut ; you're caught smoking by wolfwood, leading to a new form of repentance

Hate that i love you - little make out drabble featuring band!au ww

Vash

Jealousy Part 1 / Part 2 - drabble ; when he gets jealous

Vash with a s/o that has a tiny mole near their eye - HCs

Their beige flags - HCS

Reverse Jealousy - Drabble

What you wake up to the morning after - HCS

Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates Part 1 /Part 2 - HCS , Vashwood x reader

Seeing you in fancy clothes - HCS + Drabble

Vash hearing you moan his name - 18+ NSFW , Smut , Drabble

Vash Fluff - Drabble , Fluff

Vash secretly watches Wolfwood fuck you - 18 + , Smut , Drabble hint of Vashwood x reader

Body guard Vash - HCS

Hurt/Comfort - Drabble

5 Times You Kiss Him, and 1 Time He Kisses You - pure fluff

Retired Vash and Reader - Pure fluff

Reaction to reader walking down the aisle - HCS, Pure Fluff

Vash with someone who's a heavy dirty talker - NSFW 18+, HCS

Soulmate AU with artist reader - Fluff, HCS

Classifieds - Fluff, HCS

Trans Vash - NSFW 18+ , Smut , Drabble

Vash jacking off to reader's stuff - NSFW 18+ , Smut , Drabble

Plushie Headcanon

You try to fluster Vash, but he ends up flustering you way more - pure fluff, drabble

Vashwood

Wolfwood shows Vash how to Fuck You - NSFW 18+ , Smut, Dabble

Vash and reader giving Wolfwood oral - NSFW 18+ , Drabble

"Dare" - 18+ NSFW, Smut, Vashwood x Reader TW; degradation, drinking

Vash secretly watches Wolfwood fuck you Part 1/Part 2 - NSFW 18 + , Smut , Drabble

Vashwood Drabble - 18+ NSFW, Smut, Drabble Wolfwood teaches Vash how to fuck you

Knives

Their beige flags - HCS

What you wake up to the morning after - HCS

Jealous knives - Drabble

Reaction to reader walking down the aisle - HCS , Pure Fluff

Deep Work - NSFW 18+ , SMut , Drabble ; Knives helps make your reading time a bit more interesting

Plushie Headcanon

Disgustingly Beautiful - NSFW 18+ , Smut , Drabble ; knives hates the way he feels about you

Roberto

Close Quarters- 18+ NSFW , Smut , Drabble

SFW and NSFW Headcanons - 18+ NSFW

A Way to Warm Up - NSFW 18+ , Smut, Drabble

More down bad roberto stuff - NSFW 18+ , Smut, Drabble

Meryl

Their beige flags - HCS

What you wake up to the morning after - HCS

Post-July/ Two year gap headcanons; SPOILERS FOR TRISTAMP

Milly

Baker reader and frequent customer milly - HCS

[simp999]

☆Simp's Masterlist☆

I specialize in fluff, hurt/comfort and (strangers to) friends to lovers! Basically my fics are 90% fluff and relationship building, and just a tad bit of angst for the feels~

Code:

⛓Angst

🌸Fluff

🌹Romantic

🍡Platonic

(🌹/🍡 can be seen as either)

Note: some stories have all of the above, so the order of the emoji is the same as the order in the story. For example: 🌸🍡🌹⛓ starts fluffy and platonic, ends with romantic feelings and angst.

Most of my fics are gender-neutral, They/Them pronouns used! I'm much more comfortable writing gender-neutral and male readers for personal reasons ww

Love ya'll <3

Splatoon manga:

A New Home (series) 🍡🌸⛓🌹

(Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader)

What happens when you get sent to Inkopolis, and begin to meet your favorite manga characters? Will you change the story? Will they love you? Hate you?

(Bloopers/Notes. Updated every chapter.)

Ch. 1: Where am I? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 2: New people? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 3: We are the Army. Wc: 1k

Ch. 4: If memory serves wrong... Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 5: Decisions, decisions Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 6: Hooooww Anooooying. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 7: SUB WEAPON HELL! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 8: Newfound Family. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 9: Shopping Spree! Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 10: Skull's Territory. Wc: 1k

Ch. 11: A Misunderstanding? Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 12: Getting Too Comfortable. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 13: Player Two? Wc: 1.7k

Ch. 14: ...You Didn't See That. Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 15: Sweetheart. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 16: An Unexpected Meetup. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 17: Not Much of a Choice, Huh? Wc: 1.8k

Ch. 18: Challengers Approach! Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 19: Freshest Squid on the Block! Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 20: The Absolute King. Wc: 1.6k

Ch. 21: A Crushing Defeat. Wc: 1.3k

Ch. 22: It Only Gets Tougher, I Promise. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 23: New and Improved Team. Wc: 1.9k

Ch. 24: The Calm Before The Storm. Wc: 1.4k

Ch. 25: You're like me! ...not. Wc: 2.05k

Ch. 26: Another Step to De-throne the King. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 27: Shoot For The Stars. Wc: 1k

Ch.28: Tranquility Before Chaos. Wc: 1k

Ch.29: What we Have. Wc: 1k

Ch.30: Pre-Battle Preperation Wc: 1.3k

Ch.31: Game On! Wc: 1.6

Ch.32: Someone to Remember. Wc: 1.1k

Ch.33: Someone to Miss. Wc: 1k

Ch.34: Someone to Hate. Wc: 1k

Ch.35: A True Family. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 36: Bloodlust. Wc: 1.1k

Ch. 37: No, no! It's... Exactly What It Looks Like. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 38: Mistakes. Wc: 1k

Ch: 39: The True Family. Wc: 1k

Ch. 40: What Now? Wc: 1k

Ch. 41: New Feelings. Wc: 1.2k

Ch. 42: Things are ... alright. Wc: 1k

Ch. 43: Things are not alright. Wc: 1k

Ch. 44: Healing. Wc: 1k

Skull:

Oneshot - Bully the Charger 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Army:

Drabble - Please Rest. 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Mask:

Oneshot - One of Those days, With a Twist. 🌸🌹🍡

It's one of those days- the ones where he just wants it to be over so he can feel better again. His hay fever was horrible, but maybe this time it wasn't so bad.

Wc: 1.6k

Team Yellow-Green:

Rider:

Physical Affection? No Thanks.⛓🌹🌸

Wc: 0.9k

Rock On! Rider x Rockstar! Reader 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.4k

Stealth:

The Deca Tower Crush 🌹🌸

Wc: 1.7k

Team Monarch:

Emperor:

My Monarch.🌹🌸⛓

Wc: 0.6k

Team Fortress 2:

All Mercs:

The Moment the Mercs Realise they enjoy Being Around Reader 🌸🍡/🌹(bit of angst for one part.)

Wc: 2.3k

Merc's reaction to their S/O picking up on their words/phrases/slang that they use 🌸🌹

Wc: 2.4k

Mercs with a Badass Fem Pilot! Reader🌸🍡+🌹

Wc: 0.7k

Sniper:

I Appreciate You. - Oneshot ⛓🌸🍡/🌹

Includes reader comforting (hints of being autistic) Sniper who feels bad for being distant, and stargazing.

Wc: 1.7k

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Pyro:

Knowing sign language (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

Imagine Pyro's excitement when they meet someone that can finally understand them. Fluff ensues.

Wc: 0.3k

Heavy:

Heavy reads to you when you have trouble sleeping (drabble) 🌸🍡/🌹

A sleepless night turn into soft snores after heavy reads to you in his mother tongue.

Wc: 470

Heavy With Reader Who Struggles With Managing Their Anger 🌸🍡/🌹 (Headcannons+Mini drabble)

Wc: 0.7k

Demoman:

Demo x Male! Reader Headcannons+Mini Drabble 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.8k

Engineer:

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Soldier:

BLU! Soldier: You have me. - Oneshot (hurt/comfort) ⛓🌸🌹

Wc: 1.8k

Medic:

The Red Means I Love You - Comfort/Fluff Oneshot 🌸🍡/🌹

Wc: 1.7k

Medic x Overworked! Reader - comfort/fluff oneshot 🌸🌹

Wc: 850

Sick! Teen! Reader - Oneshot 🍡🌸

Wc: 0.7k

Baby Birds~ Drabble 🌹🌸

Wc: 0.4k

I Like The Sound Of Your Voice - Drabble🌹🌸

Wc: 230

Scars - They're Not What You Think.🌹🌸

Wc: 240

Medic x reader who understands his birds🌸🌹

Wc: 320

Lutz Kruspe (Goth medic OC):

Dating headcannons 🌸🌹

Wc: 0.5k

Lutz x Punk! Reader🌸🌹

Wc: 0.4k

Proto:

Little Fri-iend!! 🌸🍡

Proto x little! NV! Reader drabble

Wc: 0.7k

Medibot/Otto:

Misunderstandings 🌸🍡

...Yeah, humans usually have their heartbeat quicken. It's normal.

Wc: 370

Medibot Oneshot - Overstimulated ⛓🌸🍡

He knows what it's like, he really does. He'll do everything he can to help, and maybe reveal some hidden feelings while he's at it.

Wc: 2k

Dexx:

Philia; Platonic Love - Dexx/Sniper 🌸🍡

Is platonic love such a hard thing to understand?

Wc: 2.5k

Sonic:

Knuckles the Echidna:

Lazy Day. 🌸🌹/🍡

Imagine being the first person to help knuckles finally truly relax.

Wc: 1.1k

Pokémon:

Giacomo:

I'm So Proud Of You☆ ⛓🌸🍡🌹

I'm So Proud Of You☆ pt. 2 ⛓🌸🌹

You were the one good thing in his life and he wants to make the best of it.

Total Wc: 9.1k

Arven:

All Good Things Come To An End. 🍡⛓🌹🌸

Sorry Arven, we'll have to hang out some other time.

Wc: 2.6k

Beyblade Burst:

Ken Midori:

Short Lived.🌸🍡🌹⛓

Just enough time for feelings to develop, but not enough to act on them.

Wc: 5.4k

Tokyo Revengers:

Various:

A New View On Life 🍡🌸

Oh how you lived for this thrill. Nothing could compare to the serotonin you get with these stupid boys.

Wc: 2.5k

Takashi Mitsuya:

Small Scares~ 🌸🌸🌸🌹

Halloween Special! Who would've thought that your strong gang-member boyfriend was afraid of horror movies? Time to comfort our favorite malewife!~

Wc: 1.2k

Shuji Hanma:

The Angel And The Reaper ⛓⛓⛓🌹

Halloween Special! Angst to the brim. What the hell is this feeling? Is it love? Disgusting. We love an unhinged reader.

Wc: 1.7k

Matsuno Chifuyu:

Familiar? 🍡⛓🌸

Baji? No, you're not him. But Chifuyu can't ignore the sense of comfort you give him.

Wc: 2.2k

TMNT:

2013 TMNT x Rise! Reader

Do I Know You? 🌸🍡

Do I Know You? Pt. 2 ⛓🌸🍡🌹

Damn it, Rise Donnie! Why'd you send me to 2013? Oh well, better make the best of it! (2013 Donnie x reader mostly, platonic for everybody else.)

Total Wc: 5.8k

Request info:

Taking requests for Splatoon Manga/Coroika! My favorite characters are the S4+Rider! My favorite overall is Mask ehe.

Please include a senario idea in your request. I'll do it in whatever form I feel like unless specified: Drabble, headcannons, or Oneshot.

[grogusmum]

HAZEL! It's Catfish Day and I am here with a question. You've written a lot of Frankie and of all your works, which is your favorite?

(also I think you're clever and delightful and i am glad to have you in my circle around here)

First of all! HAPPY CATFISH DAY!

Second, clever and delightful??!

Okay, my favorite Frankie fic of my own?

I think maybe Conversations with Dead People and it's companion.

It's just a drabble and the f9rst Writer Wednesday I ever did, but that WW photo prompt was of a cemetery 5 minutes from my house, and I was like, I HAVE to do something for this. It came to me in sort of the 11th hour, but it was it was fun to see if I could get the effect I wanted.

Thanks so much for coming in here on this beautiful catfish day with your ask, m'dear Megan!!💚💚💚

[anneimaginesundertale]

Good morning/evening or night! Wherever you are it is I the WW stretch lover :3

I was just wondering if you could write some romantic WW stretch cuddles

In your own time!

Good morning! I’ve got a bit of time today, so let’s go ahead and do this! :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Stretch sat together on his brother’s sofa. Blue sat in the armchair nearby, chatting cheerfully about all the children in his class at the schoolhouse. The clock on the mantel chimed 8:00 and Blue stood up.

“Well,” he said, “I best be getting to bed. Don’t stay up too late, brother. And keep things proper. You should probably walk Y/N home soon.”

Stretch grinned and nodded. “You’re right, bro, you’re right. We’ll be real proper, and I’ll get Y/N home at a decent hour. You just mosey off to bed then. Gotta get up early to deal with all those kids.”

“Good night! I love you!” Blue came over and gave his brother a quick hug. He gave you one too. “Good night, Y/N. It’s always nice to have you around.”

“Night, Blue,” you said.

Once the shorter skeleton was out of the room and you’d heard his bedroom door shut, you scooted closer to Stretch on the sofa. “This is still proper, right?” you asked with a smirk. “Me just sittin’ here, next to you?”

“Sure,” he said, his smirk matching your own. “An’ this is proper too.” He draped one arm around your shoulders.

“Well, if that’s proper, then it sure must be proper for me to do this.” You snuggled up to his side and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Oh that’s real proper,” he said. “Real nice too.” He leaned down to nuzzle your hair. “We’re just a picture of proper courtin’ procedures here. No one could object.”

You tilted your face up after a moment. “Is it proper for you to kiss me?” you asked. “Since we’re sitting here like this?”

“I’d say so, since you asked me an’ all.” He kissed you sweetly. His magic tingled on your lips.

“Well then,” you said, when he pulled away, “it’s only proper for me to kiss you back, isn’t it? Only fair.” You kissed him back.

You continued being fair and proper until the mantel clock chimed 9:00. Stretch pulled back regretfully. “S’pose I oughta get you home,” he said. “You wanna walk, or take a shortcut?”

“Shortcut would be faster,” you pointed out, “and avoid the neighbors gossiping.”

“True. Hold on for a shortcut, then.” He wrapped both arms around you (to make sure you came along on the shortcut, obviously) and the world vanished around you. You reappeared in your own living room, on your own sofa.

“Well now,” you said, “since you’re here, I ought to treat you like a guest in my home. You want anything before you go? Tea? Coffee? A sweet treat of some kind?”

“I could go for a sweet treat, thank ya.”

Well, he did ask. You checked to make sure your curtains were closed and then seated your sweet self on his lap. “Here I am,” you said, and tilted your face for another magical kiss.

[galeorderbride]

In response to the prompts post.....Honestly, I would love to see Evie in a casual locale - like a coffee shop, or something of the sort. Bonus points for how it might compare to her time in Menzoberranzan. Like, would they even have coffee shops in spider hell?? Or ANY kind of whimsical establishment, for that matter?! As a fellow drow enthusiast....these are the questions that come to me lol

@evocationwriter thank you for the prompt request!! Here is my way too large post on a bit of Drow lore + a coffee themed fluff piece ft. Gale and Evie :)

All of the info in this post is from various pages in the Forgotten Realms wiki.

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Ok, so I did some searching on the Forgotten Realms wiki for info on Menzoberranzan amenities. The Bazaar is a large market square in the Duthcloim district, where most non-Noble Drow live. It’s a mercantile district with a lot of diversity (as much as you can get in a place like Menzoberranzan). Sellers from everywhere come here, even the surface, and from what the wiki says, you can find pretty much everything there. 

I didn’t find anything specifically on coffee, but there is a notable shop called Daelein Shimmerdark’s Decanters, which is basically a liquor store lol. So if there’s alcohol, there’s probably coffee. 

According to the DND wiki, coffee in Forgotten Realms lore is pretty rare outside major metropolitan centres. I didn’t see anything about Menzoberranzan specifically but it is a very large city with a lot of wealthy nobles and lively trade, I’d be surprised if Matriarchs were not interested in coffee if not to just show off their wealth.

Another place with a pretty vibrant coffee scene: Waterdeep! 

Evie’s mother was all about discipline and superiority, so I don’t think she’d allow Evie much access to the Bazaar, and might even view surface things like coffee as beneath them. 

But with our favourite, most handsomest wizard? Definitely I could see Gale taking Evie to a coffee shop to have her taste it for the first time. 

So, I wrote this small fluff piece set post-game (even though Weave Wielder isn’t done yet). Gale finds out Evie’s never tasted coffee and wants to change that! 

Rating: T (Fluff piece, some allusions to past narcissistic abuse for Evie, comfort from Gale)

WC: 1906

Set a month ish post-game (Uktar), Gale and Evie are in Waterdeep. This can be read standalone from the whole Weave Wielder fic, but Evie is still pregnant and struggling with her Karsite illness as the crown hasn’t been found yet. No spoilers for the WW ending either, just a little drabble separate from the actual story :) 

Read under the cut :)

Musings of Hazelnut

Waterdeep, the City of Splendours. The place Evie called home for the last four weeks. A bustling city full of arts, culture and populous interaction. In a way, it reminded her of Menzoberranzan, in Duthcloim. A centre of all things one could imagine. She used to frequent the markets with her brothers, when her mother was too busy to tell them a place like that was below them. Servants went there, not the noble Arkenafins. 

But now, Evie could go wherever she pleased, when she felt well enough. In the days where Gale took a break from searching for the crown, he insisted on taking walks together. Keeping her active as her stomach seemed to grow bigger by the day. Four months along, she was beginning to feel the more exhausting effects, and taking short walks helped. Everything with Gale helped. His hand in hers, when they forgot about the crown, that she was slowly withering away until it was found. They still had time, she could still pretend. 

Gale and Evie walked arm in arm around the Castle Ward market, smiling and pointing at the countless merchants selling every good and service the Sword Coast could offer. Textiles of every pattern, handmade shoes oddly placed next to a produce stall with fresh vegetables, mulled wine from Cormyr spreading the autumnal scent of star anise and cloves. Her woollen cloak covered her arms comfortably, masking the necrotic veins within her. As far as anyone in this market was concerned, they were just a normal couple. 

Gale leaned over, saying to her as they walked, “You look absolutely beautiful in that colour, my love. I can’t wait for it to snow, you’ll look practically ethereal.” 

She grinned, feeling her stomach warm with tenderness. “Gray? How can anyone look beautiful in grey?” 

“When it’s you,” he said. 

They shared a glance. Those eyes, the deep chestnut that pulled her in like a magnet. Showing her that every single word he said, he meant with his entire soul. Including the allure of woollen grey. 

A different scent replaced the mulled wine, a darker, more intense one. Steam warmed her nose, a little red from the brisk air. Welcoming her into a hot embrace that begged to remedy her icy hands. Something she’d smelled before in the Bazaar but never tried herself. The half-elf merchant pouring fresh brew into several carafes, labelled with different flavour notes. Coffee. 

“Are you a coffee drinker, Gale? We never had any back at camp,” Evie asked, reminiscing on times that seemed simpler in her head, a false memory that forgot the chaos of that adventure. Remembered pleasantly because that’s where she met Gale. 

He shrugged, “Sometimes. That hazelnut brew does sound lovely with a dash of Waterdeep whiskey. Perfect for a night by the fire, reading to you. Would you like some?” 

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried it. No idea if I’d even like it,” she said. 

Gale widened his eyes, “Never?! Didn’t you grow up in the largest city of the Underdark? How have you never had a cup of coffee?” 

Evie shrugged, reading the labels of the coffee: hazelnut, vanilla toffee, Calimshan medium roast (whatever that meant) and dark roast with cocoa. She was interested, mostly just because she enjoyed making Gale excited in whatever way she could. Seeing him eager to enjoy something with her never failed to make her giddy. 

“Mother said things like that were beneath us. Just a fad that made lower matriarchs feel better about themselves. My brothers and I would go to the Bazaar and look, but never touch lest our mother would find out,” she said. 

She didn’t intend to darken the mood, but that was something she tended to do when talking about her past. Realising slowly that for every happy memory she had, there were four sad ones waiting in tow. Thankfully, she had a man like Gale to make up for all the unpleasantness, taking every opportunity to create the best of experiences for her, no matter how big or small. 

“Pick a flavour. We’ll sit away from the market and try it. I’ll buy some ginger cream as well, I have a feeling you’ll like it,” he said, smiling as she pointed to the hazelnut flavour. Mostly because it was his preference. Their little game of seeing who could please the other more hadn’t faded with the defeat of the elder brain. 

Leading them down the market square and into a little clearing with picnic tables, Evie watched around as Gale set up the coffee. She saw the bustle of different people, crowding around trying to get from place to place, living all kinds of different lives. This was the first time she’d seen a city during Uktar so full of—life. Not desolate and empty, parading its superiority to no one like in Menzoberranzan. 

“Back home, the entire city would be silent during this time of year. Not a whistle of a presence unless you were attending the ceremonies at Tier Breche,” Evie said, voice trailing as if she was thinking out loud rather than talking to Gale. 

Gale nodded, “Ah, Tier Breche, the education centre in Menzoberranzan. Let me assume you attended Sorcere?” 

She shook her head, “For a while, but no one wanted to tolerate my wild surges. Not that I blame them. When I dropped out, I realised how quiet the city was to those not permitted to attend. Like living in a ghost town at the perfect time coffee should be served. When it’s chilly and cloudy.” 

“You couldn’t buy anything?” Gale asked, pouring two cups from the carafe across the table, finishing off the drinks with the ginger cream. 

“Everything was shut down. Only the necessities could be bought and every luxury good better have been bought prior,” Evie explained, sitting next to him on the same side of the table. “No outsiders or non-Drow permitted. No trade, no festivities. Nothing. The city was silent. Not somewhere a cosy blanket and a warm drink could remedy.” 

So different from Waterdeep, a place she wasn’t sure she’d ever grow accustomed to. She liked far away places, cottages concealed by clusters of birch and oak trees, overlooking lakes, rivers and creeks. Places she could experience good silence. But when she saw the flurry of people around her, she enjoyed a small, tender comfort. Children playing and drinking cocoa as their parents spectated from benches or shopped at stalls. Merchants egging people on to barter, faking their brightest smile to attract patrons. Residents in nearby apartments fanning out their laundry in the windows or waving at neighbours. In the midst of a month normally reserved for clandestine silence. At that moment, Evie felt at home in the middle of that bustle. 

“What about here?” He asked, showing her the spread of coffee he’d set up for her. 

“Perfect,” she said, trying to contain her smile. Gods, he made her look like a fool. Giggly and grinning enough to make her seem insane to the outside world. For something as simple as setting up a cup of coffee for her. 

They held the cups up and lightly clinked them in a cheers, enough for a splash of the hot liquid onto the top of Evie’s hand. She winced a little, a tiny sting that came and went in half a second. Gale, on the other hand, acted quickly in putting their drinks down so he could take her hand and examine the minimal burn. 

“Oh, my love! I’m sorry, are you alright?” He asked, peppering soft kisses on the tiny, red mark. Ginger, nutty coffee faintly hit his lips. She blushed at the public display of affection, one of Gale’s favourite hobbies. Not something she was used to, but would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy such outward adoration. 

Evie laughed, “Are you going to let me try this coffee or would you rather spend the day kissing my hand?” 

“Very well, try the coffee,” he said, letting her pick the cup back up, “I’ll kiss wherever you like when we get home.” 

Somehow, Evie felt nervous. Trying something simple like coffee should’ve been nothing more than a pleasantry. Yet, her stomach tingled with silly anticipation, some of it excited but another part of her felt like she was breaking the rules. Doing something she wasn’t supposed to. Temptation to look over her shoulder combined with the eagerness to rebel. A little too late to be revolting against her mother, but if she could give Evie guilt from beyond the grave, Evie could rage against her useless rules. Against the conditions of her home city, so rigid and violent in the name of superiority and ‘faith’. 

Evie’s lips touched the cup, feeling the warm liquid shield her from the cold. Notes of hazelnut and ginger permeated her nose from the fresh steam, a welcoming taste pushed to the side by the bitterness of the coffee beans. The sharp taste made her shift, contemplating whether or not she liked the drink. 

Gale was enamoured, transfixed by the humorous beauty of her facial expressions as she worked through the taste of the coffee. Getting to watch her experience a completely new thing, sharing a moment with her others never had. After he found the crown, his next mission would be lifelong. Spending a mortal eternity giving her new opportunities, if anything, for a chance to see her living alongside him. Loving her more by the minute, whether she liked the coffee or not. 

After Evie took a few sips, she said, laughing off a growing disappointment that she couldn’t quite place. “This is what everyone loses their mind over? For some reason, I thought this would feel more…impactful. Years of being forbidden from drinking this, I suppose I shouldn’t have expected an otherworldly experience but I did.” 

Perhaps Gale should’ve known part of her eagerness to try coffee was out of spite for her oppressive mother. Disappointment was inevitable, and now, she needed care. Even if she was trying to laugh about it. 

He gently pulled off her cloak hood, moving her hair away from her neck and running his fingers through the fair strands of blonde along her back. Shivers ran down her spine as he brought his index finger to her chin, turning her head to face him, giving her a delicate, loving kiss. His free hand continued to go through her hair, doing everything he could to bring her back to light. This always worked, he had such a way with her. Able to remind her that she didn’t have to be afraid anymore, that vindication was nothing next to the tenderness of her new life with Gale. She had no idea what she did to deserve him. 

“I have an idea,” he said. “Why don’t we go home, and I’ll make you whatever warm drink you like. Or cold drink, I won’t fuss about temperature.”

Their faces were still close, hovering over each other’s lips as she said, “Your homemade hot cocoa?” 

“Whatever you wish, my love. It’ll be yours,” he said, moving some of her hair behind her ear and kissing her cheek. 

They picked up the coffee, Gale deciding he would give the rest of the beans to his mother later. For now, the couple walked hand-in-hand back to his tower, ready to spend the rest of the day in comfort and tranquillity.

[kairoot]

⁎⁺˳ winter wonderland. a winter series.

⟢ includes: drabbles & fics for winter ➖ genre : fluff mostly ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, some fics may include themes of christmas

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day one : hongjoong and your kids bake cookies for you and.. fail.

day two : hanging up the Christmas tree but maddox helps

day three : in which san comes home with some new plushies for your baby

day four : in which you wanna play in the snow but yeonjun has other plans..

day five : seonghwa just can’t seem to get out of bed

day six : heeseung comes to see you perform

day seven : in which seonghwa offers you some warmth and a walk home

day eight : sunghoon comes home for the holidays

day nine : cheering up niki on his birthday

day ten : taking care of san while he’s sick

day eleven : bangchan and you share a bed to “conserve body heat”

day twelve : hyunjin teaches you how to paint while you’re snowed in

day thirteen : sharing a new years kiss with crush!keeho

day fourteen : window shopping with heeseung in a cute little town

day fifteen : making up with jake on christmas eve

day sixteen : in which hueningkai gets crafty with your present

day seventeen : teaching leeknow how to wrap gifts

day eighteen : going shopping with jay cause he loves spoiling

day nineteen : making seungmin recreate his baby photos for holiday cards

day twenty : roommate!taehyun brings home two gifts in one

day twenty-one : joshua gets a little tew flirty while you’re baking

day twenty-two : a tipsy vernon attempts at getting you under the mistletoe

day twenty-three : building a snowman with jungwon but you and the ice have an incident

day twenty-four: you and maddox jam out the night before Christmas

day twenty-five : opening presents with niki

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