#the gender neutral nickname

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

AO3 is back up but I’m still writing Nimona headcanons

I feel like the main trio are all really bad at taking care of themselves 

Nimona can go a long time without eating drinking or sleeping so it's really easy for her to fall into a pattern of not taking care of herself until she’s sluggish and snappy

At first it was really hard for the boys to distinguish her food withdrawals from her normal chaos 

When they do figure it out they make sure she eats and drinks at least once a day even if it small

It took a minute for her to adapt to this because she views taking care of herself as a hobby

But after a while she realizes that they’re just looking out for her so she goes along with it

Every once and a while Bal gets hyper-fixated on certain projects which causes him to forget to eat and sleep

Nimona once asked Ambrosius why he doesn’t do anything to stop these habits to which he responded “Oh believe me Nim I’ve tried it’s better to just let him get it out of his system”

Nimona still didn’t understand this and tried to force Bal to get up and take care of himself 

Which just ended with Nimona being on the other side of a verbal thrashing and then quickly shoved out of Bal’s workspace

Ambrosius didn’t even bat an eye 

Just walked around Nimona into the room with some food and water and then quickly left him alone

After that Nimona started to leave Bal snacks and pillows in his workshop when he eventually crashed  

(And occasionally carrying him to his room when Ambrosius was too tired to carry him) 

Bal also forgets to charge his arm 

So it’s not uncommon for his arm to die and stay locked in that position 

One time Ambrosius walked into the kitchen to find Bal hunched in an awkward position over his coffee and he didn’t flinch 

Just gave him a straw and a kiss on his head before he left for work

Another time Nimona walked into the living room to find them cuddled on the couch 

And they start their normal rant of “Ew gross get a room” 

To which Ambrosius replied “I would if I could Nim” 

She was quietly informed that Bal fell asleep and his arm died shortly after and Ambrosius has been stuck like this for hours waiting for Bal to wake up

Nimona laughed so hard they almost woke Bal up

They started storing chargers all around the house after that 

So I have a headcanon that I kind of hinted at in my other post 

But I’m fully convinced that Ambrosius' shoulder is fucked after the movie (he also has scars because I said so)

Because no way in hell can this man take a blast like that to his shoulder and walk away perfectly fine 

Nah that man will be doing PT exercises for the rest of his life 

And this dork forgets to do his exercises until he’s literally on the floor writhing in pain

Bal has tried just about everything to get him to remember 

He’ll leave notes around the house, he’ll remind him before he leaves for work, writing it into his workout routine 

Nimona told him “Boss you’re being too soft” and quickly switched tactics 

Now you might be wondering what method Nimona used and that's simple he started blackmailing Ambrosius 

Nimona started to warn Ambrosius “If you don’t do your exercises I’ll tell boss what happened to the last slice of cake” or “I’ll release the video of you singing at the top of your lungs while cleaning the house” 

And the stupid thing is it worked 

Ambrosius always says shit like “I should have left you in that box on the side of the road” to which Nimona responds with “Nah you’d miss me too much”

He also had a bad habit of getting sucked into little projects like trying to rebuild the city and fixing all the brainwashing that's been going on since the institute was created

You know small tasks for one person

And this dork will stay locked in his office until Nimona and Bal drag his overdramatic ass out

He always makes a big deal about it too screaming shit like “Oh please help me the heroes of the realm are kidnapping me an innocent bystander while I was simply doing my job!”

I feel like Bal and Ambrosius have a lot of nicknames for Nimona “Nim” is the most common 

“Hun” and “kid” are used a couple of times but not nearly as often as the weird ones 

Like “tornado” “tsunami” “hurricane” and “forest fire”

And if we're getting really sappy “starlight”

Now if you're wondering where this one came from I’ll tell you 

When Bal and Ambrosius were little beans Bal called Ambrosius “sunshine” 

It was supposed to be ironic but after that he started calling Bal “moonbeam” 

And Ambrosius jokes that Nimona completes their little astronomy shtick 

She pretended to be grossed out and lets Bal hug her and Bal and Ambrosius pretended not to notice the tears on Bals shirt

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #something something sun and moon symbolism #something something stars can be anything #something something freckle constellations #something something found family #i just want you to know I'm typing this with tears in my eyes #this family is so stupid and sappy and chaotic #and I'd die for them #they also cant take care of themselves for shit #I dont know where the natural disaster nicknames came from #it just fits in my head #probably cause they feel very gender neutral #like if someone calls their kid a little tornado #I’m not gonna question the gender #imma think that kid is a menace

[sparklingyandere]

Cabin Anthology

Childe/GN! Reader

summary: a somewhat broken darling reflects on their captivity

word count: 2.5k 

warnings: stockholm syndrome, violence, asphyxiation, childe is called ajax, manipulation, abuse, dissociation, codependence, anxiety and paranoia, neglect

Sometimes, Ajax went away for long periods of time.  

He would leave the pantry barely stocked, forcing you to ration for yourself for archons-know how long, and he'd lock away all the matches and kindling so the cabin was always freezing. 

In your first few weeks in your new home, he left only for hours or days at a time, returning with food or firewood, never warning you when he'd come back.

At first, you used that time to the fullest, scrambling through every inch of the little cabin he kept you in, searching for any secrets you could exploit.

You thought about escaping so often then, your every waking moment spent contemplating how you'd do it, convincing Ajax you could be left alone, and biding your time until the perfect opportunity. 

Then, your opportunity came. Ajax, seemingly out of nowhere, gifted you a novel written in your home country, which he must have had imported just for you.

"Here, to keep you entertained while I'm gone," he said, the word ‘gone’ attracting your attention more than the gift itself, "I'm going on a… a trip. For a week." He was coy about this 'trip,' as if you were dumb. "Can I trust you here by yourself for that long, darling?" he asked, cupping your cheek tenderly, in stark contrast to his threatening words. His tone was playful, but you picked up on the ‘hidden’ warning. Regardless, you nodded your head eagerly, promising good behavior, ushering him out the door. A whole week! You could be halfway to Natlan by then. 

-

The following attempt was such an explosive failure, you remember it like it was yesterday. Ajax unexpectedly came back from his trip several days early, swinging the wooden door wide open with a call of your name- only to see you knelt on the floor before him with a pin in hand- you had been caught red-handed picking the lock.

Time seemed to be still in that moment, you remember struggling to read Ajax's blank expression, his dead eyes seeming to look through you, not at you. Then, without warning, he grabbed you by the arm and flung you out the door into the Snezhnayan winter. 

It was cold. You held your arms out to catch your fall and they were buried almost to the elbow in freezing snow. You turned back to look at Ajax, who was glaring at you from the doorframe.

"You want out there? Fine." He slammed the door shut and clicked the lock. 

Shivering, you looked around and saw, for the first time, the outside of your cozy prison. It rested in a wide clearing surrounded by a dense pine forest that seemed to stretch forever. Over the trees, distantly, you saw mountains. 

You tried to stand up on your wobbly, trembling knees, struggling to find balance in the thick snow. You quickly came to realize that you were severely underdressed for this cold, in only thin, loose fabric. No worries, you could still make this work. After all, you were outside, that was the hard part, really. 

Luckily, you could see Ajax's trail of smushed snow and walk through his bootprints. Every barefooted step towards the treeline was pure torture, but hopefully you could follow the trail to wherever Ajax was coming from. 

The frosty air seemed to seep quickly through your flesh and into your bones. You could barely feel your feet, extremities already becoming numb and legs getting stiff, but you forced yourself to keep going. You had to try. 

You looked back towards the cabin; smoke was now pouring from the chimney. You thought about the warm fire Ajax must have lit, you longingly pictured the thick fur coat he had been wearing when he opened the door, and you felt… 

Hopeless. You were never getting out of here.

You took a few more wobbly steps, so close to the treeline. Maybe I can use sticks to make a fire, you thought, the snow is thinner under the trees, surely it will be smooth sailing from there. You managed another step before your knees gave out and you felt the cold hug of the snow. Snowflakes melted instantly against your warmer skin, leaving you freezing and wet. 

You close your eyes. At least you tried.

Some time (minutes, hours?) later, you felt your cold body being lifted from the snow and wrapped in something soft and warm. Instantly, you cuddled into it, coherent thoughts slowly returning to your mind. You're so relieved that you're alive, you forget where you are, you don't even bother to open your eyes and simply snuggle closer into the warmth. 

You yelp in surprise when you're suddenly dropped onto the hard, dry floor. 

Ajax kneels over you, his usually sharp features downturned with concern.

You stared at him blankly for a moment, your still-foggy brain swirling with conflicting emotions. You struggled over whether to be angry or thankful, but in the end, the only thing that mattered to you in that moment was that you were so cold, and Ajax was so warm. 

You crawl forward into his arms, which wrap around you perfectly, like two thick, heavy blankets. He hugs you tightly, a warm hand gently combing through your hair. “‘m sorry,” you whimper, bluish lips barely able to form the words you want to say. 

"What did we learn?" He asked gently, his voice was barely a whisper, but his hot breath against your neck felt like a kiss.

You didn't try to escape again after that. 

-

Ajax's love was like quicksand. It sucked you in and suffocated you, much like the man himself. When he wasn't out for 'business' (he always tiptoed around the subject, like you didn't know who he was) he was attached to you at the hip. 

Tonight was one such night. A blizzard raged outside, making it impossible to see out the frosty windows. The cabin was dark, and you sighed through chattering teeth, these stormy nights were among the creepiest, the gravity of your situation being significantly more difficult to ignore. Ajax had his arm slung over your shoulder, a thick quilt- sewn by his mother as a housewarming gift- settled around both your shoulders. You could barely make out the curves of his face in the dim lighting, but you didn't need to see him to feel his gaze.

He lifted a nimble hand to stroke your face. His calloused hand was cold too, freezing and rough, and you flinched away, shivering. Despite that, he smiled. "Is my bunny cold?" he teased. 

"No," you whined, unconvincing, curling the blanket ever tighter around yourself as Ajax pulled away from you, taking his body heat with him. He strode over to the stone fireplace along the far wall of your small living den, and you watched him kneel before it, lamenting the Ajax-shaped emptiness in the seat next to you. 

You intently watched Ajax strike a match, a small, orange light illuminating his face. The dark shadows contrasting the warm glow made his face look strangely creepy, but also accentuated his sharp, strangely handsome features. You couldn't help but smile weakly as he kindled the little match into a flame. Ajax always kept you warm, you couldn't survive a place like this without him. you wouldn't be in a place like this without him, part of you thinks, a small, quiet part that gets quieter every day. You smother the thought. 

The fire steadily grew, warmer and brighter, and Ajax turned to you, smiling expectantly. You snapped out of your thoughts and sit up straight. "Thank you, Ajax," you mutter, obediently.

He opens a storage chest by the fireplace and pulls out a hardcover book and some pillows. "Won't you come sit with me?" he orders, and you crawl off the sofa, pulling the blanket alongside you, to sit on the wooden floor next to Ajax. The warm light of the fireplace allows you to see his book in more detail. Snezhnayan Fairy Tales, it looks old: faded, greyish-brown covers and a fancy title typed in an outdated font. It's edges were slightly frayed, worn down from being held by so many hands. 

Ajax settles a pillow between his legs and invites you to lay in his lap. You do so, letting the heat from the fire combined with his warmth sink deeply into you, making you sleepy. Ajax cracks open his dusty book- literally, it makes a crack sound as it opens, possibly for the first time in years- flips the pages to a random story and starts reading to you in a gentle, coddling voice.

Naively, you think to yourself that this perfect evening could only be better with a warm cup of cocoa, as if this was normal, cute even, like you were lovers on a couples retreat. You don't have much time to ponder before Ajax's voice lulls you soundly to sleep.

-

Ajax was haunted by a hunger you could never sate; his dull, deep-blue eyes glazing over with a need you didn't understand. He would suddenly vanish, unannounced, in the middle of the day, often leaving you wondering how long you'd be forced to fend for yourself in your freezing hellscape. 

Hours later, he'd stumble through the main door, cheerful like nothing had happened, the light having returned to his eyes, making him look almost sane. Usually, you were so happy he hadn't left you for dead, you could ignore the mysterious stains on his clothes- they were probably there before- and the faint, rusty odor he carried. 

(If you dared ask where he went, he'd dance around the topic, merely chastising you for poking your nose where it ‘doesn't belong,’ changing the topic to something he deemed appropriate for you. The double life he had, for some reason, he was desperate to keep it secret from you, like he thought you couldn't handle it.)

You recall one dark day in particular, in which you had awoken from a peaceful slumber to a completely empty house…

-

Ajax rarely let you wake up alone, so you were instantly on edge. Tentatively, you explored each room, one by one, calling out Ajax's name. Each second you couldn't find him, your yelling became increasingly panicked, breathing becoming more and more erratic. So what if he isn't home, you tried to console yourself, to no avail, he leaves all the time… except, since the incident, he never left without saying goodbye. 

Where had he gone? What if he was finally bored of you- you had been settling a bit too much into routine lately- and he abandoned you here to freeze to death? 

You paced back and forth through the house for what felt like hours, mind racing with worst-case scenarios. In truth, you had no idea what time it was, but when the faint glow through the windows transitioned from yellow to orange to silver, you officially feared the worst. 

Unable to control your anxiety, you sank to your knees and let out a desperate scream. It was over, Ajax was gone and you'd either freeze or starve- 

The door creaked open, Ajax's concerned, but chipper voice echoing in your ears, “Bunny? You okay? I heard-” 

You jerk your head up, teary eyes making contact with Ajax's beautiful face as he finally walks in, and you start sobbing with relief. You leap to your feet and throw yourself onto him. Seeing your sorry state, Ajax chuckles and wraps his arms around you, “Aww, I missed you too, cutie” He teases, and even through your hysterics, you find the energy to be angry. 

“You left! How could you laugh at me-?” You hiccup through your sobs, only tickling Ajax more. You beat your fists against his chest angrily, to no effect. “I was so…” you trail off with a sniffle. 

Ajax manages to quiet his blatant snickering long enough to cajole you, taking your swinging fists in his hands to still them. “It's okay, Bunny, I'm here now… I would never leave you, silly.” His condescending tone is not lost on you, but you are too exhausted from bawling to care, finally giving into him. Just as you always do. One of his hands presses against the back of your head, holding you against his chest and gently stroking your scalp. The soothing gesture makes you just sleepy enough that when he scoops his free arm under your knees, you don't resist. 

-

You and Ajax both worked quite hard to maintain the flimsy illusion that this relationship was any kind of happy, any semblance of normal. Your sanity depended on it, but even so, the facade sometimes slipped. 

The murky, cold dishwater swallows your hands up to your wrists. You mindlessly scrub porcelain, staring at the reflective metal basin. Your reflection is warped by the water, you barely recognize yourself. Not that you could anyways.  

You look back at your failed attempts to resist or reason with him and cringe. Each night spent locked in the cellar, until your fists ached from banging the door and your voice was raw from crying out to him, still haunted you. 

That cellar- he must have had it built just to torture you- it had never been used for anything else. It was a wide, empty room with four concrete walls and a filthy dirt floor. Once, you stupidly tried to exploit your cellar time by digging a hole in the corner, trying to burrow out like some…

Like some kind of bunny. 

Of course, you got caught, when Ajax came down the creaky steps to fetch you (maybe he found your lack of wailing suspicious) with a storm lantern in hand. By the light of the lantern, your little crater, only a few inches deep, was all-too visible. He was so angry, he…

…You put your hands over his, not prying them away, just holding tightly onto him. Though you are pleading with your eyes for him to let you go, secretly, deep down, you hope that he won't, because the warmth of his hands and the burning in your lungs makes you feel alive. It makes adrenaline course through your nerves in a terrible, exciting way that you learned to love, because if you didn't, you wouldn't survive…

You shudder at the memory. Best not to think about it. 

A warm hand resting itself on your shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts. You jump away from the touch, skittish, and Ajax laughs. Over the years, you had come to hate that melodic sound, as it always seemed to be at your expense. 

You pull your hands from the water to see that they were pruned and wrinkly. How long have you been standing here?

“S-sorry, Ajax, I don't know what's gotten into me…” you mutter, still coming to terms with the reality you were in. 

His hand on your shoulder trailed down your arm, eventually clasping your still-wet hand. “That's okay, Bunny, you'll make it up to me,” he remarks playfully. Before you can ask how, he starts pulling you with him down the hall. 

In the end, though, you know it doesn't matter. You'd do anything to keep him happy, and not just because your life might depend on it. You were hesitant to admit it to yourself, and certainly never to him, but you knew why. 

Sometimes, you think he knew it, too. 

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere genshin #yandere #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #yandere childe x reader #gender neutral reader #my first time writing for childe! yay! #tag readers and childe fans: do you prefer to see him called childe #or ajax or something else #and on that note what name do you prefer for the reader? #i usually prefer to just avoid calling them anything but a nickname felt right here #thank you for reading <3

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Thatch AU End)

Platonic Yandere Thatch & G/N Reader

Main

Warnings: illness and drugging.

Word Count: 1,676

There were a great many things that you’d never be.

The tallest.

The strongest.

Free from this Yonko crew.

Sick.

This was simply reality as you’ve long since come to accept it—or… perhaps… in one particular case, refuse to accept otherwise. There would be none of that--! That--! Sniffling and sneezing nonsense from you! Nor wheezing and coughing!

Never happened and would never happen again.

Which is why, when you woke up to a coughing fit against Kotatsu’s suddenly very bristled fur, you knew it was nothing. Neither was the slight heat to your cheeks—you just felt embarrassed for startling the poor baby is all. Nothing a bit of cold water to your face couldn’t fix after consolation scritches to a cute pair of twitchy ears. Kotatsu’s rumbling purr rattling your lungs as the sweet kitty nearly flattened you beneath his hefty weight.

You grimaced as mucus rattled in your lungs with a particularly deep breath.

Absolutely nothing to worry about at all.

The cold water soothed the ache behind your eyes and you resolved to see how soon you could learn to breath underwater just to maintain the pleasant sensation when there was a knock on the door.

Ah. Shit.

“Ye—hng—! Yeah!?” You started to cough and quickly cleared your throat.

The door opened and you looked to find Thatch scowling as Kotatsu brushed past him.

“How did you… never mind. Hey, there!” Thatch grinned, “Ready to help make breakfast?”

You scowled, instantly knowing that was a very bad idea.

If you were sick—not that you were but if—then helping make food would just spread it to the whole damn ship.

It was rather unfortunate that ‘forced bonding’ time was part of your ongoing grounding that seemed to be an excuse at this point.

“I—henghk!” You started but quickly broke off into a cough, tucking your face into your elbow as the jerky motion took over your whole body. Your lungs screaming with every jar and face growing hot with exertion.

“Oh shit, are you sick?” Thatch asked in concern, walking up to help steady you as you rode out the harsh motions.

“C-Co—heurgh—urse not! D-Don’t say stupid things like th-at!” You sputtered, still wheezing a little.

Thatch snorted, lips quirking as he grabbed a rag from the sink and poured cold water over it. After wringing it out he pressed it over your hot face.

“Welp, there goes my plan for the day. C’mon. Back to bed. I’ll bring oatmeal in a bit.” Thatch cooed, laughing a little as you whined and huffed.

“Not sick!” You denied.

“Oh really? Does that mean you’re going to spend time cooking breakfast with your big brother?” Thatch teased, easily forcing your trembling body to sit on the bed. You gave him a nasty look.

“I should sneeze on you.” You hissed. Not deterred in the slightest, Thatch grinned cheekily.

“What good would that do if you’re not sick, huh?” Thatch pushed you down and settled the blanket back over you. “I’ll pick up some cold medicine to take with your oatmeal.”

Huffing, you tried to sit up only for Thatch’s hands to press firmly over your shoulders.

“Noooooooo! Not! Sick!” You denied petulantly. Thatch snorted and quickly retreated.

“Sure thing, kiddo.” You groaned as he closed the door and locked it.

Great. Now you couldn’t run off and hide somewhere even if you wanted to. All you could do was lay there, definitely not sick, and wallow in misery. Wet coughs plaguing you when you started muttering bitterly to yourself. Somewhere in between feverishly hoping Marco doesn’t learn of your condition to mother hen you to death and that Thatch gets the silly idea that you’re sick out of his head, you must have passed out.

Time moved in a thick, hazy mass. Fitful sleep muffled under static and heat. You woke feeling somehow worse than before if you even fell asleep to begin with. The ship heaving underneath you in harsh motions that clashed chaotically with the pulsing headache behind your eyes.  

The sound of locks sliding muffled under a thick layer of cotton as the door opened broke your confused thoughts.

“Heeeey~ Got your food.” Thatch’s voice drifted in from the light softly.

“…noooooo.” You whined, burying your face into the pillow as the door closed and there was a soft shuffling.

You hated being sick. It made your head fuzzy and anxiety to crawl up your spine. You felt Thatch’s hand curl under your head and shoulders as he lifted you up with a pitying huff.

“Geez, sweetie, I wasn’t gone for that long and you’re already feverish.” Thatch murmured, carefully propping you up when all you wanted to do was bury your head in your pillow. You shuddered, leaning against him with a low whine. “Aw, c’mon now. You gotta eat and then you can go back to sleep, deal?”

You sniffled, throat tickling as you rubbed your eyes. Thatch felt more like a rock against your side as he gently passed a bowl over to you. It was definitely oatmeal, flakes of fruit on the top, it’s weight warm between your trembling hands.

You…You could remember the last time you got sick. It was while you were in your early days of the marines, your devil fruit very new and you slept in the barracks. A bug went around and you managed to dodge it until after everyone else had already gotten through it. So you were quarantined to prevent another go around the entire base. It was a miserable week where your fever raged and you sweated clean through your pajamas several times over. The medicine they gave you not enough to knock you out, so you were… sort of awake the entire time. Not that you had a coherent thought for a majority of it. Food mostly consisted of clear soup from a can and crackers.

You woke up clinging to your pillow so damp you thought you’d overslept and someone dumped a bucket of water over you.

You ended up in the medical bay for another three days from dehydration.

Maybe it was the fever, the cold chills that rocked your body, or the soft and sweet scent of a very light oatmeal. But something dripped down your nose—not snot, thankfully. But thick tears that splashed onto your oatmeal.

You looked up at Thatch, barely able to see him clearly without your glasses and through your tears, and sniffled.

“You’re such a good big brother.” You whispered thickly before he could say anything about your state. He looked shocked and conflicted. Expression twisting between delight and something bordering on upset rage.

He cleared his throat.

“It’s just oatmeal…” Thatch reassured you, brushing away your tears. You kept crying anyway despite his efforts, quickly eating the oatmeal that had a suspiciously familiar taste that had nothing to do with breakfast.

You could not believe you were saying this but…

“Thank fuck you drugged this. I don’t wanna be conscious right now.” You whined, eating a bit faster as he choked while still crying. It tasted a little different this time. Likely the cold medicine he mentioned before. Good. You never liked the bitter taste of medicine and Thatch knew what he was doing when it came to food. When you finished, you looked at him with the saddest expression you could muster. “…could you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep, Thatch?” You asked softly.

He sighed, smiling with a nod as he slid into the bed beside you, pulling you up against his chest. His arms firm and reassuring around your aching body.

“Alright, I was planning on hiding from Marco for not telling him you were sick anyway.” Thatch chuckled.

You closed your eyes, curling closer as you laughed.

“…I meant it…” He squeezed your shoulder and whispered into your ear.

“I know, sweetie. Go to sleep now.”

--*--

You shuffled into the kitchen, your illness having long since passed with Thatch managing to escape with only a short bug.

There were several others at work with Thatch looking over the list of supplies, planning the day’s meal with mutterings under his breath. With a quick wink to the surprised chefs, you slipped in close and hugged him.

“—need to use those beans before—shit!” Thatch blinked in shock, head whipping around to see you smiling up at him.

“Morning, brother. Where did you want me for ‘family bonding activities’?” You asked with a playful huff. His expression fell as he clearly froze in shock. A tad nervous you broke him, you glanced around to the others that were clearly laughing at him.

Before you could say anything further, you were snapped up into a tight hug as Thatch laughed.

“You called me brother!” Thatch crowed gleefully. You wheezed in his embrace, arms locked to your sides as he bounced around in victory.

“Ack! T-This isn’t the first time!? Why are you losing your shit?!” You screeched indignantly, kicking your legs as you tried not to laugh. He’d think he could do this sort of thing all the time if you did.

“But you were sick! It doesn’t count then!” Thatch denied. You huffed, glaring down at him.

“Do you think I’d call just anyone ‘brother’, ever?” You hissed, face hot. “Who do you think I am?! I should demote you back down to Twin-Blade for this.”

Thatch’s expression twisted into horror as he quickly put you down and held you to his chest.

“No! Please don’t go back to those cold, distant days!” Thatch bemoaned, resting his cheek on your head.

Despite huffing and squirming, you hugged him back with a soft, hidden smile.

“…fine. I’ll forgive you, brother.” You said quietly against his chest. He squeezed you gently with a pleased sigh.

“Thanks, sweet pea… ready to help make breakfast?” He asked, finally pulling away with a bright, beaming smile.

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled back, pushing up your glasses again.

#one piece #platonic yandere #one piece yandere #oh sweet child of mine #thatch one piece #oddly hard to find gender neutral nicknames on the spot ngl

[melit0n]

Knock Knock (Let Me In)

- Oneshot inspired by the song: Labyrinth by Oomph

- Obsessive! König/Reader

- Word Count: 3.2k

- Warnings: Vomit and nausea, stabbing

- Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46510003

Left, right; straight ahead. That was the phrase that echoed in your bleeding head as you scrambled through the darkening hallways of the military complex, the lights flickering above. The hallways contorted, the doors elongating; tiles warping with each frenzied step you took.

Left, right; straight ahead. That was the way to the exit, if your own mind didn’t dare to fool you. Yet, as the hallways ebb and flow with your breathing, left becomes right, right becomes left and straight ahead becomes your subconscious screaming at you to turn around.

Fatigued, you limp like a wounded animal into a side corridor, unlit and ending in a wooden door. As your dirtied hands rest on the tiled wall, the cold of the white plate pierces through your flushed skin and freezes your veins. Your stomach yearns to retch anything you had eaten in the past hour; the vile taste of vomit lingering on your dry tongue. Waves of nausea do nothing but add to your fear and misery as you tried to catch your breath.

You didn’t dare close your eyes, whether it be in fear of passing out or in opening them and seeing him you are unsure. Every time you blink the ink of unconsciousness seeps further from the corners of your eyes. Through the red-black blur, you half believe you are walking on the ceiling. You lethargically blink the ink spots away, adrenaline easing and the ache in your legs growing every second you stay still.

Shakily, you glance back down the ever-moving hallways and notice the mud (is it mud?) stains running down the corridors, leading directly to you. With a gasp, you struggle to pull on the laces of your soiled boots, fingers fiddling drowsily with the worm-like laces. Eventually, your fingers undo the knots, and you toe off each boot, easing your aching feet, and shove them into a dark corner.

You urge yourself to stand back up, failing as your socked feet slip on the smooth tile. Only do you get up when your ears strain to hear another pair of footsteps, much heavier, stalking the hallways. Hallways you know he has walked a thousand more times than you have. Bravely, you peek your head out of the darkened corner, wiping the blood that trickles diligently into your eye. Despite your muddied vision, not even your concussion would stop you from seeing that man, if you could even call him that. He's larger than any man you've ever seen, probably ever will see. König is a piece of mountain broken off in what could only be God’s rage. His face is covered in a thin, black mask, bleach stains running down brashly, like tears, and his eyes are ringed in black paint to hide any amount of humanity from the world. Inhumanly, he stalks– cat-like– through the halls, following your mud trail and almost frothing at the maw.

“Du kommst hier nicht mehr raus.” König's calm voice reverberates in the spotless halls as you clasp your hand over your nose and mouth in hope of hiding your panicked breathing; the adrenaline you had lost a moment ago seeping back into your bloodstream and brushing the ink spots away.

His footsteps fall silently against the tile, following your own dirtied footsteps as his breath slowly picks up in anticipation. For the Greek statue König is; he is silent. Silent as a Church on a Monday; pews empty and wax candles unlit. Yet you know. You know he is coming closer, striding almost confidently to what he desires.

Even in your lethargic stupor; you make a decision. A dumb decision, very much so, but a decision nonetheless. Impulsively, as your eyes are graced with the shine of his combat boots, you push yourself up and ram your body into his. As your bleeding head crashes with his tactical vest and all the nick-nacks he stores there, you feel your brain rattle in your skull and your eyes sink into your sockets. Tears well in your eyes as he grunts in surprise, free hand reaching for you as you bolt down the halls. Left, right; straight ahead. Your feet may now slip on the tiles, but at least you don’t leave a bloodied trail, like a wounded rabbit to a fox.

König's strangely delighted laugh rings in your ears as you hear him start to run, run like a bat out of hell, and you question what God graced him with the frame of a bear with the swift feet of a hare. The halls are moving again, and you can’t tell if the tiles are moaning in pain each time you step, or if those sounds are coming out of your own mouth. Each breath feels like Hellfire in your lungs, smoke and ash pouring out of your throat with each exhale. You know you are not built for running, let alone fighting, but you pray for your burning lungs and trachea to take all the Oxygen they can take from the flames that run rampant in your chest.

“Du kommst hier nicht mehr raus, maus.” He repeats like a mantra, even through the ringing in your ears and the fire burning in your lungs you hear it, and it feels (no- it is) like a death sentence. Runners always say they feel the most alive while on their feet, the wind cooling their flushing faces, but as you run through the endless intertwining hallways breathing in stagnant air you feel like death. Maybe this is purgatory. The war drum beating inside your chest tells you otherwise.

You close and open doors erratically, slowly losing sense of what you’re doing (left, right; straight ahead). You gaze, panicked, at the different offices, storage rooms, gyms- and everything looks the same. In fear, you feel like you’ve gone in one big circle. Left, right; straight ahead is a mantra of your own that keeps you sane, even if you’re losing sense of what it means.

The madness of love had imprisoned that man, gripping his soul in a way only Aphrodite should. What had he done to deserve such a manic obsession? What had you done? What action had made your face his favourite piece of art, your whole being his canvas, his heart? His want, his need had distorted your life, cracking mirrors and implanting delusions into your own head. If he had managed to turn your own mind into a hellscape of all he had done and said in your name you didn’t want to try and imagine what his own looked like.

“Lauf', Kind, lauf', so schnell du kannst." König hissed from behind, listening intently for your socked footfalls. He hears each door you erratically open and close, in hopes of escape. A frantic bird with broken wings trying to escape from a cat. Delighted in the chase, his legs move faster as his dark blue eyes dart between the hallways and the haphazardly opened doors. He fingers the hunting knife gripped in his gloved hands, shined and sharpened. Fox and rabbit. Cat and bird; that was all it was to him, hunter and prey, with you unable to turn the tables. He searches and searches, but, like a mouse, you manage to slip right out of his paws. Footfalls slow as König catches the little breath he lost; he knows you're hiding. Hiding and trying to catch your breath. After all, it’s been a while since he’s heard a door slam open.

As the ash in your lungs becomes too much and vomit that tastes suspiciously like blood trickles out of your dry mouth you know that the chase is almost up. If you want to run further and have a chance at escape, you must rest, even for a moment. The ink spots are back, and metal fills your mouth as everything spins. You continue to run, if only a little further until you reach somewhere to hide; office, gym or private quarters, you don’t care anymore.

Finally, your lungs can bear the ash no longer, and you slow as you jog down one last hallway, filled with doors; on the wall, floor and ceiling. You reach for the doorknob closest to you. The knob moves up and down frantically and you have seven fingers on each hand. When you finally grasp it, the brass is cold on your shaking hands, and it takes the will of a hungry scavenger to open the door and close it quietly behind you.

Tired, sweaty and concussed your eyes wander around the office. A shined, oak desk sits proudly in the centre along with piles of files, a lamp (which seems to change colour every time you blink), a dulled letter opener, a laptop and other nick-nacks that move place every couple of seconds. Two bookcases loom over you; the scent of old leather books and sandalwood easing your panicking nerves. Briskly, you search the room for a place to hide, quickly moving your creaking bones to behind the desk.

“Du weißt nicht mehr, wer du bist, Taube; du weißt nicht mehr, was Liebe ist- I can help…” Echoes in the hallway and wiggles its way under the crack of the door. König's calm voice, despite being muffled, traces its fingers up your spine and lets a shiver rack your body.

And who’s fault is that? You don’t even know what ‘love’ is anymore. You whisper inside your mind. You squish yourself up against the cold oak of the desk, wishing to disappear into it.

“Dein Spiegelbild hat sich entstellt, niemand ist hier, der zu dir hält…I will be by you, Maus, you know this.” König's voice grows ever closer. What is most likely a whisper from his mouth screams in your ever-ringing ears, yet cradles and caresses your face the way only a lover can.

”Come out, bitte, I am not here to harm you-” His voice is right by your door. His footsteps are a death toll and you swear you hear bells ringing.

You make the mistake of trying to push yourself further into the woodwork of the desk; the scrape of the desk’s worn legs is quiet, almost unnoticeable. But to the trained ears of König's, ever diligent to hear the movement of an enemy, it is as loud as a gunshot in a valley.

You pause. Your whole body stills; you even compel your heart to stop beating, because in this ever-growing silence, even through that solid wood door, you know Köing can hear it. The quiet descends quickly, punctuated by the slight squeak of König's well-shined boots on the floor- and he is right outside. Your body– your bones, your muscles and your veins– tense up as you prepare to run for it, your eyes flit around the room, looking for anything to possibly defend yourself with. The letter opener gleams in the light seeping out from the cracks of the door. Although dull, it’s good enough; it’s something that you can jab into his eye if it comes to it.

“Knock. Knock.” He purrs out, punctuating each deafening knock. He knows what he’s doing.

You grip the letter opener, sweaty hands struggling to find a proper hold on it as you imagine red staining the blade. In the dimly lit room, the colourful (is it green? Is it blue?) lamp is your only source of light, hope, in a way, as his shadow grows in the darkness, looming over the desk.

“Let me in, lass' mich dein geheimnis sein…” The doorknob slowly turns with a squeak as dread and horror lurches from your stomach, up through your ashen throat and settles in your mouth in the form of a muffled sob. You had forgotten to lock the door.

Opening, the door squeals. Squeals like a dying mouse. The squeak of König's well-loved hunting knife over the walls of the office is more of a death knoll than his door-knocking will ever be.

“Knock, knock, lass' mich rein, lass' mich dein geheimnis sein.” He repeats over and over again as he runs the tip of the knife along the walls. He knows where you are, you’re sure he can see you; he’s teasing you. Nothing more than a game of cat and mouse but you’re sure this will end with the blade of his knife stuck somewhere in your skin and his hands caressing your face. You cannot bring yourself to move; not even an inch. As the shadow of the Devil looms over you, the only thing you can do is look up fearfully.

His dark blue irises stare down at you, with an emotion you just can’t describe, as you can almost feel his bleach tears drip onto your tired face. Horror movies have nothing on him; a Ghostface mask will never bring the same wave of pure terror that his bleach-stained, grim-reaper hood will. The knife leaves deep grooves in the desk, his hands shaking from the pressure he, almost unknowingly, puts in.

With tears slowly running down your cheeks, fear coursing through your blood and adrenaline renewing your pulse, you reach up, pushing yourself up off the desk to stand, and put as much force into stabbing him as possible. You aim for his throat but end up stabbing him in the shoulder, just missing his collarbone. You hear the flesh split and watch as it sinks through his layers of shirts and vests, skin and muscle. You didn’t know if there was bone there but you don’t think you could bear it if you felt the tip of the letter opener reach it. You knew there was a major artery there, but even if you wanted to get out of this alive, you’re happy you don’t feel the blood, his blood, squirt out of the wound onto your face.

König grunts out in pain and surprise, arms grabbing you from behind the desk, pulling you over, as you keep hold of the letter opener stuck in his shoulder. He almost disregards it, a fucking letter opener jammed into his shoulder, like a rock in his shoe; just a bearable annoyance. As he holds you close to his dark green tactical vest the smell of iron, sweat and cologne burns your nose. You struggle in his vice-like grip with all you have, coughing up ash and blood while your head pounds and you see two of everything.

“Calm yourself,” He muttered calmly, trying to get control of your hands. “Vögelchen-”

“Let go of me!” You scream out hoarsely, grabbing onto the handle of the letter opener once more and forcefully tugging it out of his shoulder. You watch as blood seeps into his layers of clothing, feel how his breath hitches against you as you tug it out. The blade drips crimson, liquid life before you look right into his eyes, his shining dark blue eyes with dilated pupils that you’re sure don’t belong in human sockets, before attempting to stab it into his throat once more.

His gloved hands grip harshly onto your wrists as your weapon sits inches above his jugular, inching backwards as he forces your hands away. A sob claws through your throat along with more blood as he brings the letter opener away, throwing it across the room as you try and force your way out of his arms.

Left, right straight ahead; you’re going to get out of here, just remember, left, right straight ahead.

“Nobody can tell you which doors are the right ones, my lost Voge.” He seems to hear your thoughts, and he tries to soothe you, his voice caging you, as you struggle with all your might as your eyes dart erratically to find some way of escape.

“Let go!” You sob out.

“You are in the labyrinth-” He growls out now, hoping to subdue your struggling as he points the shining hunting knife to your neck.

“-Let go, you tyrant!” You snarl out at him, tasting salt on your tongue.

“Keiner kann dir sagen, wer die guten und die bösen sind, my lost Voge- I can, I will; you know I love you and will care-” He spouts more half understood German at you.

“Yet you point a knife to my jugular?”

All is suddenly quiet. Quiet like those frigid Churches. Aside from his heavy breathing, he is silent; he’s thinking. You stare dead into his cat-like eyes, watching as the black paint around them slowly rubs off from sweat from breathing underneath the Balaclava and the mask. You feel his tightening grip around your wrist and the squeak of his leather palms. His eyes follow the tears that dribble quietly down your cheeks and the sweat that shimmers on your neck.

“You- you often…you have often,” He stumbles for a moment, trying to find the right word, “Verbannt me from you-”

“-Stop Köing, you- we don't have to do this just let me go-”

“-Yet I feel your heartbeat against my chest, can you not feel mine? They beat in tandem, Taube.”

No. No, you cannot. How does he expect you to cover the layers of clothing and his tactical vest?

As you start struggling again, the hunting knife is pushed further against your throat, and you let out a whimper in pain as you feel it slice through a small layer of your skin. Not enough for you to bleed out, bleed out like a lamb to slaughter, yet enough that moving your head up and down was now painful in more ways than one. König's dilated pupils follow the trail of crimson quietly, intently.

You watch him, watch for any erratic movements as you see his eyes crinkle at the corners. He is smiling; he’s smiling at watching you bleed. This second ego, this second skin he has built of you loving him lives purely inside his head, and you don’t dare question his motives at this point.

He moves both your wrists to one of his hands as you begin struggling again, using this as an opportunity for escape as hope blossoms in your chest again. Yet, you are surprised as he uses his now free hand to lift up his mask and tug the Balaclava up. A scar runs from the start of his jaw, through his chapped lips and stops just before the beginning of his nose. He smiles at you, and of course, he has dimples. Of course the Devil has to be handsome. His calm yet brash voice, yet again, reverberates in your chest.

“Wenn ich in deine seele tauche, und dich für meine lust gebrauche, dann werd' ich deine Sinne blenden; only you can finish the game yourself."

His lips meet yours and you struggle against his grip, your cries of denial muffled against him. He drops the mask over your head, and for a moment you’re unsure if your concussion finally got to you or if the lamp finally went out. One hand now holds a grip on your chin and the other still holds onto your wrists– thumb slowly caressing the flesh– like his life depended on it, which, considering the fact you had stabbed him, probably did. He sighed into the kiss as you stared wide-eyed into the void of the inside of his mask. Wondering,

Was love meant to taste like brimstone?

#yandere #könig x you #könig x y/n #könig x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #no use of y/n #gender neutral reader #reader is a bit off their rocker #light angst #mw2 fanfic #German nicknames #mel's musings

[yurislotusgarden]

Congrats on 100 followers! I'm SO proud of you! Can I please request Sigma with number 1 (Reader is calling Sigma cute)?

"Your cute face, cotton"

ʚїɞ Sigma x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 528

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified

ʚїɞ UIDBVEJVU THANK YOU ANON!! Your few nice words have more meaning to me than you may think <3

“Your cuteness is making everyone stare. Stop it.”

What do you mean, love?”

Does this man really doesn’t realize how goddamn cute he’s acting!? Everyone keeps looking at him when they notice!

“I mean what I said.”

“Yeah, but what did you mean, [Name]?”

Sigma, contrary to what he thinks, was showing way more excitement than he thought, simply because you gave him the plushie you won at one of the stands at the fair you took him to.

You could see how stressed he was for the past week, and looking at the fact that everything started to calm down 2 days back, you proposed to unwind a little.

You two decided to just take a walk at first, before noticing there’s a fair nearby. At the start, you planned to get only food but upon noticing the bi-colored-haired man's gaze falling onto the multiple plushies in the many stands that were around, you decided to play the games. You promised yourself to win at least once.

For Sigma’s sake, of course.

After quite a lot of (expected) losses, you finally won one of the games. And from what you observed earlier, this one seemed to be the most rigged! Jokes on the owner for believing you can’t win.

“There’s no way you can win my game! For sure not without experience with this specific game.”

Her face was priceless upon the realization that you actually managed to win, without ever playing that game before. You wish you’d have taken a photo.

But how were you supposed to know that the adorable expression on your lover’s face is gonna attract attention?

You chose a panda plushie as your reward, Coincidentally, the colors on the panda are the 2 colors your boyfriend has as his hair, so you decided that it’s perfect.

You turned to him, raised the plushie towards him, and upon noticing his confusion, said “It’s for you, cotton. I thought you may like it.”. His face of pure happiness was worth every yen that went out of your pockets to be used on those goddamn games. The small smile he was trying to hide because he didn’t want to show how happy he was from receiving the plush, the gentle look in his eyes, the way his face softened just a tad bit more than usual around you.

Without your knowledge, some people noticed the exchange, and since they started to stare, others did too, out of curiosity. And before you realized it, there was way more people than you would like, staring at you and your boyfriend.

“I mean that people are staring at us, more specifically at you, because of your cute face, cotton.”

“HUH?!”

That was enough for Sigma to snap out of whatever daze he was in, and look around. Upon noticing all the people around the both of you, a red hue rushed to the man's face, before he grabbed your hand and dragged you away with him out of embarrassment.

“You’re really not helping your case with that blush… cutie-”

“STOP!”

He really needs to stop being this cute, your heart won’t be able to take it one day.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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#I love this random nickname I thought of #Sigma is officially named 'cotton' on this blog now #I don't take no's #I am speed #I am actually writing the asks so fast bcs I don't have my phone at school #I risk everything by writing first on paper) #fuck the ball that hit my phone last week #I hope it deflates #bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #x reader #sigma #sigma x reader #bsd sigma

[osleeplessflowero]

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The sun peeks into your room through the windows, casting its light upon everything it can touch. A fan in your room moves the curtains slightly with it, keeping you cool away from the sun's harsh warmth outside.

You lie peacefully in your bed sleeping away, moving between different dreams that are just mashed up of different thoughts, some comprehensible, some not.

The world is calm this morning.

At least, it was at the start.

As you feel yourself being trapped within a dream, you start to hear a muffled voice outside. Someone saying your name over and over..and over..

You open your eyes once your name is clearly said, blinking to un-blur your vision as you turn to see who got into your house.

"Good Morning!" Blue smiles sweetly at you, leaning over the side of the bed to look at you.

"...Blue? How did you ge- oh wait, I gave you a key, that's right."

"Yep! I Always Make Sure To Have It When I Plan To Come See You." He holds it up to demonstrate.

"Okay, well..what are you doing here exactly?"

"I Wanted To Ask You Something And I Just Couldn't Wait For You To Wake Up- You Always Oversleep-"

"Sleep is peaceful. I don't have to do anything when I'm asleep."

"i hear that."

You turn your head towards the doorway, seeing Stretch leaning in it, smiling lazily over at you. You give a half-hearted wave.

"Don't Encourage Them, Papyrus-" "don't lie, you like to sleep in too." "I- That's- Shush." You smile amusedly at the two, sitting up.

"Anyway, I Came Here To Ask If You'd Like To Join Us On Our Way To The Beach Today! We Wanted To Pick A Day Where Not-Too-Many People Were There. And That's Today."

"The beach? I dunno..I don't know if I have everything I need."

"We Could Go Shopping With You Beforehand, If You'd Like! C'mon, Don't You Wanna Have Some Fun Today? It Beats Sleepinggg-" Blue smiles, trying to persuade you. He succeeds.

"Eh, sure, why not? I'll check to see what I've got and what I need."

"Great! We'll Wait Downstairs."

"M'kay-" You watch them go downstairs, then stand up.

"Okay..time to find everything."

-

A bit of time passes as you scurry around your room, trying to find anything and everything you could possibly need for this daily trip.

You tend to overthink a little about every possible scenario there could be, wanting to be ready.

"you good in there?" You hear Stretch call to you from behind the closed door.

"Yeah, just gimme a sec." You grab the bag you placed everything in, before walking out of your room.

"did you get everything?" He smiles, glancing down at you while his hands are stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

"Yep- everything and beyond- just gotta get a new swimsuit. My last one's a bit too small for me now-"

"i'm sure we can find something for you once we're out."

The two of you talk as you walk downstairs until you finally reach the bottom, meeting up with Blue and walking out of the house.

You decide to sit in the back with your bag since there's more space and freedom to move there, relaxing for a bit. Some nostalgic songs play from Blue's playlist. Once you showed some classics to him he couldn't stop listening, so they pretty much fill up his playlist now.

"Comfy Back There?" "Yep, I'm all good here, Blue." "Just Making Sure-" He slides on some shades that were adjusted a bit to fit over his eyesockets.

You look out the window, smiling and waving at your neighbors as you pass by them. Everyone's so friendly here..it wasn't always like that, it took quite a bit of time before some of them warmed up to you. But once they did, you found yourself having strong bonds with them.

A neighborhood full of skeletons..who'd have thought it'd be possible? Certainly not you, that's for sure.

Everyone moving in was a pretty sudden surprise, but as time went on and you found yourself talking more and more with them, you couldn't imagine life without them.

"alright, looks like we're here."

"Oh, sweet." You smile as Stretch rolls the window up, sitting your bag down, grabbing your wallet and exiting the car before the others.

The three of you go into the store together, you taking your time picking out a swimsuit that suits your taste, as well as an oversized tee.

After a bit more time and a short fashion show, the three of you drive to the beach together. Surprisingly, it's completely empty today.

"Woah- no one is here? That's a bit odd- it's like..ridiculously hot out."

"we lucked out, it seems." "Aw, I Was Kinda Hoping I Could Talk To Some Other People. But! We Can Still Enjoy The Beach Plenty By Ourselves."

The three of you exit the car, the skeletons pulling out their beach equipment like floaties and an umbrella, you helping them carry some of it over to a nice spot near the water.

The three of you head over to the changing areas, you letting them go first, sitting down in a chair and waiting for them to come out.

They both decided to wear swim shorts of their signature colors, Blue's having some cute watermelon patterns and Stretch's having some flamingos. Ironic as always, aren't you, Stretch?

You go to change yourself, walking out and doing a 360 for Blue, feeling your face flush a little when he applauds your choices in swimwear.

You each make your way to the area where Blue set up an umbrella and some chairs. Stretch lies down on a towel, claiming he's "getting a tan", wearing some shades that cover his eyesockets. (He falls asleep within the span of a few seconds. How he does it, you'll never know.)

Blue starts to blow up some pool floats, careful not to bite into them and accidentally pop them. (He's done that before.)

You walk out to the water and feel it beckon you to enter it, so you do, running into it and falling face first, sinking until you're completely submerged.

Swimming has always been fun to do, floating beneath the bright blue water and swimming up if you sink too far.

You float back up to the surface, shaking your head a bit to get your hair away from your face and seeing Blue running towards the water.

"CANNONBALL-"

He jumps in, making a big splash next to you. You laugh a little and wait for him to swim up, grinning at you once he reaches the top.

You splash him with water, him promptly splashing you back. This goes on for a while before you end up accidentally splashing Stretch and waking him up.

"Oh shit- sorry, Stretch-"

"do you have any idea what you've just done?"

"Um-"

"you've declared WAR-"

And with that, he joined the two of you in the water, splashing you rapidly.

You find yourself laughing until water gets in your mouth, causing you to choke for a second before spitting it out. Gotta love it.

Blue steps in to defend you, the two of you teaming up against his brother in an epic splashing showdown.

Once you all get bored, you resort to swimming around for a while. Stretch floats on his back, and Blue dives underwater to see if he can find any hidden treasures.

"so, you having fun, hon?" Stretch opens one of his eyesockets to look at you as you swim up to him.

"Yeah, I'm really glad I decided to come with you guys today. It's pretty fun being able to swim. One of my favorite things about summer. And getting to be here with both of you, well..I wouldn't miss it."

You smile warmly, your smile growing a little when you see Stretch's cheekbones flush a light orange shade.

Blue emerges from the deep, popping up beside you.

"Room For One More?"

"Always."

You each chat and swim around a bit more before getting out of the water and drying off, you putting the tee over your swimsuit and sitting on the towel Stretch placed down a bit ago.

They grab some drinks out of a cooler and you grab some snacks you packed from a bag.

"So, Has Today Been..Entertaining?"

"Yeah, it's been super fun. We should do this again sometime."

"I'm Really Happy We Could Spend Some Time With You..Just The Three Of Us. Not That I Dislike The Others Or Anything, It's Just, Well..They Tend To..Catch Your Eyes More."

"Oh, Blue..I didn't know that was how you felt- I'll spend more time with you, promise. I don't want anyone to feel left out."

He simply nods in response, his cheekbones flushing a bit blue as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"don't forget me." Stretch sits down on your other side, leaning his skull on your head.

"I'm really happy I could spend the day with you..thanks for dragging me out of bed."

"It'll Definitely Happen Again-"

You all watch as the sun slowly sets, painting the sky with shades of purple and orange flowing together oh, so nicely.

"I can't wait.."

#sleeplessflower's oneshots #underswap #underswap x reader #underswap sans x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #swap sans x reader #swap papyrus x reader #swap sans goes by blue #swap papyrus goes by stretch #gender neutral reader #using the common fic nicknames

[sochawrites]

Hi I was just wondering if you do yandere characters? If so I would like to request a yandere!comics!Bane with a reader who came to him to learn how to fight but then started backing away from him when he tries to get them into the more crime-y stuff.

If your not comfortable with the yandere bit then you can ignore it.

I'm not necessarily against it, I never tried to write it, but it can't hurt to try! ^^

I tried to keep this gn, since you didn't specify which gender you want me to write it for, but comic!Bane does use Spanish from time to time and, well, it kind of lacks neutral terms. I opted for switching between male and fem terms with those words since it's what some people use in my country instead of the neutral ones. But the closest I have ever been to learning Spanish was taking a few courses on Duolingo, if some terms are wrongfully used, I am terribly sorry.

And Happy New Year!

Abeja

Yandere! Bane x gn! reader

Have Bane's gorgeous ass and back as an apology (I may have dug out my copy of Europa just to get this)

Bane, the man, the myth, the legend, and currently the newest foe of Gotham's Dark knight, but in this madness-ruled city, there was a new one almost every week. Yet this one was different. He wasn't mad like the clown prince of crime, or a part of organized crime like the Penguin. He acted here of his own will, and he wasn't alone.

His motives were unclear, but that didn't matter to you all that much, he was the new big fish in town and was there to stay, that was all you needed to know. You made your way to his hideout, going by the coordinates you traded with some more friendly crooks, getting halfway through before being caught. You could say that it was your superpower, but in reality, you were just quiet and observant.

"You are brave but incredibly foolish for coming here, pequeño." one more word ran through the masked man's mind, one he tried to shove away from the very moment you stepped inside his lair, yet it still lingered. He was staring you down like a predator on a hunt, "I think you have no idea how dangerous I am, do you?"

Bane was right in one thing, you were foolish, foolish enough to come and seek help from him, "No, I do know the extent of your power, that is exactly why I am here.". You were done with being the bottom feed of the city. Even with Batman, people, both close to you and foreign, were still getting robbed, raped, and killed, and you refused to be next on the list.

So you came to the one being you thought of as not only the strongest, but the fairest, believing he had Gotham's best interest in mind, that his path was righteous, and that he would rid the city of the infection. If only you knew then how wrong you were, you would have saved yourself a lot of trouble.

"Are you now? Then tell me, what is it that you want from me?" the more he looked at you, the more he was set on keeping you, your answer had little impact on your fate. There was something about you, about your beauty, and Bane was sure it would drive him crazy if he gave you up.

"Teach me. Teach me how to fight like you, and I promise you my loyalty." you even knelt before him! That made things especially easy.

And so he took you under his wing, teaching you what he deemed worthy for you to know. You were endearing to him, and the more you two chatted, the worse it was, for both of you. What you saw at first as a way out of misery had since become something of a friend. That was how you decided to call it, friendship, completely ignoring the way he quite literally took over your life.

He never let you out of his sight. You thought it was to guarantee your safety, but Bane was simply making sure to keep you for himself. Yet an idea materialized over time. You were the perfect grey mouse, the way you crept in… you had talent, he could use that.

You would be perfect for infiltration. Sure, he would put you in harm's way, but he had trained you, and if he was there to step in whenever needed, to save the day… It would all work out, it had to.

So he started sending you out. First just to the territories of other rogues to test the waters, then he moved to dispatching you straight to the dragon dens. Bane was always close of course. He didn't trust his men to look after you, no matter how loyal to him they were, it wouldn't be enough to calm his mind. He called this upon himself and he swore he would keep you safe, convincing himself that he was the only one who could keep his abeja safe.

But you couldn't continue like that. You first seeked Bane out so that you could stay away from criminals as far as possible, but only now have you started to realize you joined forces with one. You had to draw the line somewhere, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Do not touch what is mine, Bat!", Bane roared out the first and only warning he was willing to give. You were hiding behind Batman, the man you lured to the Iceberg lounge as your last hope to get away from the controlling man.

For the first time in months, you were truly scared. Not only had you broken Bane's trust after swearing him your loyalty, but you also brought in the bat when his plan wasn't fully prepared.

You were quickly shown aside as the fight between the two gained intensity. You could not help but look at the brawl. The way they clashed, it was clear Bane hadn't taught you all he knew.

Batman fought hard, but Bane was fierce, furious, and even though he had his venom prepared, he didn't feel the need to use it. His wit and determination to get you back were this time enough to send Batman scurrying away in a hurry, leaving you behind and on your own.

"Stay away! I'm armed and I'm not afraid to use it!" you raised your weapon higher into the air, closer to Bane's face, only for him to laugh at you. "That's a fork, abeja." he muttered as he disarmed you effortlessly and picked you up by the back of your shirt as you stood paralyzed, watching the utensil that was now out of your reach.

Bane took his mask off with his free hand, revealing a cruel smirk on his lips, "Estás en problemas, Y/N...". His voice came out dangerously low, but there was a notable hint of patience. You momentarily locked your eyes with his green ones, the look he gave you... It wasn't only stern and authoritative, but also tender, almost soft, it was off, sickeningly so. "Care to explain yourself?"

"Not to you!" you spat in his face, all admiration you had towards him long gone. You started to wiggle and trash around to make the man lose his hold on you, only to be met with an amused chuckle.

"Eres luchadora, cariño, I always loved that about you, so smart, so ravishing.", Bane spoke out before switching his hold on you, trapping you closer to him, "There's nothing I could do but to fall in love with you.". He kept your hyperventilating form in a rock hold as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes "I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me, Y/N, but I can't let you go. Ni ahora, ni nunca."

#bane x reader #bane #gender neutral reader #gn reader #anon request #reader insert #request #I love writing for this doofus. if only it didn't take so long #I'm really sorry about the butchered spanish #I wrote the fork thing first and thought how the bee is literally perfect nickname. y/n will stung once (or try to). but never again #dying inside each day as Bane keeps his darling locked #Whether or not they break and 'fall in love' with him is up to interpretations #yandere #tw yandere

[totally-official-gmail]

do y'all think that knatt (pronounced like the insect gnat and with two t's and a k because i say so) is a relatively gender neutral name

pls give insight i'm trying to figure some crap out

update/edit/whatever: i've actually started going by lee and MY GOODNESS i was called it for the first time yesterday and AAAAAAA it felt so so good

#taking advantage of the people who actually look at my blog occasionally #pls help #trying to find a gender neutral name that could be passed off as simply a nickname #nonbinary stuff #nonbinary #i also just like really like really funkily spelled names to that's why it's spelled that way #idk it's only been a little bit since i had the idea but it's like starting to grow on me

[purplexing-writing-and-concepts]

{Am I…a God? Neat!}

-Chapter Three: The Stars Align Once More-

A simple meditation was all Aether wanted. A quiet moment to gather himself after the events of the Dvalin confrontation that went array. That abyss mage's whinny voice was still ringing in his ears like a faint bell but that wasn't the main thing he was worried about. The static like noise that rung out in his head a few moments ago when he was at the Adventure's Camp near Dragonspine was his main concern. It sounded so familiar and the aura that came with it was unmistakable.

Aether opened his golden eyes to glace over to Paimon as she floated near him devouring a chicken-mushroom skewer. Even she'd heard and felt the sensation, so Aether knew he wasn't losing it. To think that just maybe his guardian was alive after all these years provided the young man some comfort. Because if they were here, they'd know where Lumine is and who the Unknown God was that attacked the two. He released a sigh as he slightly hardened his face into a frown.

'Why Dragonspine of all places Cosmi...?' He thought to himself. The mountain was unforgiving and he with all honesty hated traversing it. From the sheer cold feeling too much like the day Cosmi died to the near constant stream of enemies that all but always used the environment to their advantage.

Paimon sent a worried look over towards her blonde-haired companion. While she was used to him being semi-mute the silence was normally comfortable, but this silence was nerve racking. She still can't comprehend there being a god this old and strong being connected to Teyvat let alone having created it. Though to be fair before Aether went silent, he commented a bit on what the feeling meant and reassured her that everything was fine.

"Paimon thinks we should head to the peak as soon as possible...Did you hear Iris mentioning seeing the Fatui pulling out of the area and adventures cheering about a lack of monsters as well? This may be our only chance to get there was very little resistance..And besides we shouldn't keep them waiting this tugging sensation is getting stronger...."

All she got in response was a nod the blonde still seemed to be not talking seemingly lost in thought. She decided to take this time to fill the tense air with her chatter and question to hopefully make Aether relax a little or at least get some more answers from him. "So, Aether what are they like?" He paused his movements for a moment scanning the snowy area for a bit before humming," Cosmi was....is the most understanding yet unfeeling being I've known...They seem distant but there's a fondness and closeness that always told me I was loved...when my sister and I would travel the world's they created they'd always give us this knowing smile and some items that would help us on our journey in that world..."

Paimon nodded her head processing the information," Hmm they sound pretty great--Wait what is that?!" Her gray eyes caught sight of a weird creature that was floating near them. It was mainly a mint green with blue. It looked similar to a seelie and slime mixed together. It had what appeared to be two large bulbous arms that weren't connected to it but moved in tandem with it. The creature floated closer slightly closer raising one arm like a covering one's eyes from the sun before releasing a sharp chirp like sound and all but charging in their direction.

The white-haired child released a squeak as she zipped behind Aether who took a protective stance pulling out his sword. The creature then stopped a few feet in front of them. Close enough that They would clearly see it but not close enough for Aether to swing his sword and attack. It waved its arms in an excited motion twirling happily and overall appeared to be dancing. "What the heck is that?!?!"

"I'm not sure, but at least it appears friendly...?" Aether said quietly. He wasn't too sure of his claim but was at least semi confident he could take it out if it came down to a fight. The creature then released a soft jingle as it floated around Aether seemingly trying to communicate. The blonde's face held a mild smile as he tried to hide his confusion and concern though his eyes betrayed him. Paimon's face suddenly lit up and her small halo gained a soft golden glow as the stars turned white.

As the lights dimmed bit Paimon seemed to gain a smug smile to her face as the creature then began to give a series of jingles and she began to nod her little head. She then placed a hand on her chin eyes closed in apparent contemplation before she smirked a little as she spoke," He said his name is Polaris and he can help us get to the peak...he says someone named (Y/n) tasked him with gathering all the creatures of the mountain to the peak as well..."

"Wait isn't that the all-creator? What do they want with hillichurls and slimes?" Paimon asked curiously. The creature now known as Polaris, released another set of jingles causing the floating child nod again as she spoke," Yeah that makes sense...He said that the (Y/n) wanted to personally introduce themselves to the inhabitants of Dragonspine and also get a head count of every being that lives on the mountain..."

Aether's expression suddenly dropped hearing this," So I will have to wait to speak with them then..." He was a bit miffed at the thought of having to wait to see his parent again especially since he knows where they are, and he has no clue if they really know of Lumine's disappearance or not. The boy decided it would be best to focus on something else, so he began to speak, "Well how are you going to help us reach the peak? It's blocked off by a barrier of pure cryo energy..."

At his question Polaris waved his gelatinous arms in apparent glee before wrapping them around both Paimon and Aether as it glowed a soft golden color. "Hey, wait what are you?!" Paimon attempted to screech as the golden light blurred their vision before fading showing a large exit of a cavern with a waypoint statue nearby. There was an unprecedented number of enemies from slimes and whooper flowers to the cryo hypostasis and lawachurls. To say it was unsettling to be around such strong creatures and so many at that would be putting it lightly.

Polaris then let go of the two as it then shot into the air towards a figure that was floating above the ruins. Its soft jingles could be heard though faintly, Aether looked over at Paimon for a possible explanation as to what it was saying but the girl just gave her own unsure shrug turning her attention back towards the creatures that were all now definitely staring at them.

Aether nervously stopped himself from grabbing his sword before his thoughts were drawn towards a figure that was casually approaching the two. His eyes slowly adjusted to spot the unmistakable figure of arguably the most important being in his life next to his sister, standing (Well relatively speaking they were still floating a bit off the ground) in front of him that same calm and gentle smile on their face. Though looking at their eyes he knew they were exhausted.

The young man wordless charged towards them as they opened their arms embracing their son. "Oh, Aethereal it has been many a nova since we last saw each other hasn't it...I've missed you as well..." It was at this point Paimon decided to cut in, "Oh wow so you're the all-creator? It's nice to meet you! Paimon has been taking good care of Aether while you were away! Does Paimon get a reward?"

(Y/n) did their best to hold back a chuckle at the small child's words. Rubbing their son's back as the young man was still clinging onto them, they spoke," Just a moment Paimon...Though I thank you for giving my dearest starlight a reliable companion in such a difficult time in his life..." While they meant what they'd said they soon regretted speaking it out as Paimon all but seemed to glow from the praise.

At seeing the little fairy puff up in pride (Y/n) turned their attention back to their son," Aether dear I'm not going anywhere you can let me go..." Though they tried to pry the blonde's arms from them it did little to stop Aether from hugging tighter as he began to shake. The tears he was shedding having barely settled. This drew a sigh from the older being as they gave him a tired smile softly pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

"You were always the more sensitive one of you two...Oh how this reminds me of when you were little..." At the start of the sentence Aether moved his head a bit trying to hide his embarrassment releasing a small whine of protest. "Oh, it's nothing to be embarrassed about Aethereal~" They teased as the boy then moved a bit letting go of the hug but still clinging onto the sleeves of (Y/n)'s shirt.

(Y/n) took the silence that grew over everything as an opportunity to speak freely," I know where Luminous is, but it will be difficult getting to her as I am now...I'm sorry there isn't more I can do...being dormant for so long as drained much of my power for regeneration..." Aether seemed to shake his head a bit before softly speaking fearing his voice would betray him, "Cosmi...It's fine as long as you know where she is I-...I'll be okay.." Taking a moment to wipe the young man's tears (Y/n) gave another soft smile.

"Now Paimon about that reward of yours...hmmm" The ancient being closed their eyes for a spilt second before sticking a hand towards Paimon in a giving motion. For a moment nothing happened until the halo upon the floating child's head glowed a soft gold once more before the light faded," There that should be adequate enough..." The white-haired child tilted her head confused," But Paimon doesn't feel any different...?"

Her reaction caused (Y/n) to release a small chuckle," Try thinking of something you want most little one" They said as they held an amused look. Paimon seemed to think for a moment," Paimon could go for some sticky honey roast right about now..." At the child's words her halo glowed the same soft gold as before as a plate suddenly appeared floating in front of her. On it a plate of sticky honey roast sat as if it were pulled fresh from the oven.

The floating child's eyes seemed to pop out of her small head as she didn't know how to react to the dish's sudden appearance. "Oh, and one more thing little one...use this little gift wisely while it may be tempting to use all the time too much and you'll tire yourself out..." Paimon nodded her little head so fast Aether was sure it would fly off before she dug into the roast that was oddly still warm despite the chill of the mountain.

"Back to more important matters now...Aethereal you'll have to introduce me to your new friends I'm quite interested in meeting them. And as far as the issue with Dvalin goes I will assist in curing him..." Aether's mood seemed to greatly increase at that, "Of course Cosmi...and I'm glad you're back..." The old god smiled as they spoke, "Me too little star...me too"

#am i a god? neat #creator is gender neutral #creator is old #creator is the twin's parent #genshin impact #sagau #genshin impact sagau #this is heavily self indulgent #traveler is aether #cryo slime #Cosmi means Parental Figure #(I needed something gender neutral that made sense.) #Yes its just a shortned version of Cosmic #I'm bad at giving titles bruh #I gave Aether and Lumine longer names because I wanted them to have nicknames #The creator measures time in supernovas

[rslashrats]

finding out things about german that are making me giggle and kick my feet. -chen is used as a diminutive and makes nouns become neuter

#das Sternchen can mean asterisk too afaik but you can call me that if you want :-) little nickname for me #also it is more complex than the way i described ofc but i am Learning #gender neutral and cute are the two rhings i want to be in life

[kitkio]

AGERE NICKNAMES ( TW: Bug mentions ) 💙

( Gender Neutral Agere Nicknames for The little ones )



🔹 Regular: 🔹

Little One, Baby, Hun, Hunny / Honey, Sweetheart, Angel, Dear, Darling.

Button, doll, doll face, tulip, love, lovely, love bug, Lili, Poppet, poppy, snowflake, sunshine.

🫐 Food Theme: 🫐

Sugar, Peach, Honey / Hon, Sweat Pea, peanut, Sweetie, Gumdrop, Cupcake, Muffin, Cutie Pie, Pumpkin, bean.

🦋 Animal Theme: 🦋

Bun, Bunny, Kit, Kitten, Cub, Pup, Puppy, Birdie, chick, Lamb, calf, fawn, tiger, piglet, carebear, bug.

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#agerespace #sfw little stuff #gender neutral terms #nicknames #agere little #kitagerehelp

[iamthemaestro]

shout out to trans people who don't change their names. we are operating on a level of Gender cis people cannot comprehend. more boys with girl names and more girls with boy names please and thank you

#complicated situation for me because some people in my life use my chosen gender neutral nickname #but professionally and with most of the people i grew up with i still go by my real name #because i don't actually hate it. i just hate how people will make assumptions based on it #gender #queer #mine

[takami-takami]

QUESTION TIME!

I'm considering, when writing gendered fics, making separate versions for other genders and linking the alternate versions in the description. But I want to know which would be best suited for going in the actual tags. So I'm curious what people's thoughts are!

I'm not going to make a definitive decision based on this, I just would like to know what people think!

#KEY: This does not refer to assigned gender at birth. i mean things like titles and nicknames eg: princess; pretty boy; and neutral variants #if i were to change around agab it would restructure the whole fic which would be too much #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #x reader #🐇 rambles

[roseofhybrids]

The people who get upset about pronouns in bios confuse me.

Like, even if we remove trans, enby, neopronoun users, et cetera from the equation; a hypothetical world where everyone is born with their body and gender lining up from the get go. Even in that hypothetical universe, it would still make sense to have them there. This is the internet, it's anonymous, how is anyone supposed to look at that username and picture of a cartoon bear and know I'm a cis woman? It's not like cis people like being misgendered either. If you want to talk about me to another person, you're gonna have to figure out what words to use somehow. It's just a courtesy, so people don't have to guess, and I don't have to answer the question "are you a guy or girl?" over and over and over again.

You can't see my face, can't hear my 12-year-old sounding voice. Are people just expected to parse my gender from my crazed ramblings? I could see them making out the Midwest accent and maybe the mental illness, but gender? Really? Really now?

Like, is someone supposed to see me write: "Went to Canada once and got to see the bagged milk. Good times." and be like "Ah yes, these are obviously the words of a female!"

#pronouns #gender #gender identity #cis #trans #nonbinary #neopronouns #“oh but Rose I could tell you were a lady from the words alone” #and just how do you know I wasnt lying and am actually a cis man? #Im not #but the point is theres no other way to know that shit unless someone tells you #online or off #and dont give me that name junk either #just cuz my nickname is traditionally feminine doesnt take away from the fact that theres millions of usernames that are neutral

[boydykedevo]

the biggest argument for devo's Transness is the fact his chosen name is a shortened version of his deadname like literally same

#he did that standard Trans Thing where u pick a shortened gender neutral nickname as an 'inbetween' #and then go ah fuck. im attached to it now #icarus is talking #taz #devo la main

[yurislotusgarden]

Heya Yuri! How are you doing? For the Christmas fluff prompts, can I please request number 10 with Sigma and a gender neutral reader? I can imagine Cotton being really freaked out by seeing snow for the first time so darling reader decides to... absolutely capitalize on this and pelt him with snowballs until he's giggling and shivering from the cold LOL-

Bonus: You know how Sigma wears lots of layers? (Like damn, a long coat, a dress-shirt + tie, and a whole-ass turtleneck XD). Reader 100% dropped snow down Sigma's turtleneck just to see him jump and scream, just saying, it's a canon event XD.

ʚїɞ Throwing snow under clothes is such a dirty move. I love it

ʚїɞ Sigma x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 841

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, is not specified

ʚїɞ This is placed in his first year of damn existing, reader is a friend, the casino is above the clouds so there shouldn't be any snow even see up there but let's say that for this the casino was floating lower (?)

ʚїɞ Hey anon! I'm doing great, thank you very much for asking. Hope your day is going/will go well depending on when you read this :D

A person could be seen looking over at the bi-color-haired man as he let out a small scream, breaking the comfortable silence hanging over them in the man's office.

“Did something ha-”

“What is that?!”

You let out a confused hum at seeing Sigma pointing at something out the window.

“There's nothing to scream about?” You spoke confused. The only thing that can be seen outside besides the usual view is-

“What's that white thing?”

“‘White thing’? You mean the snow?”

“That’s snow?!”

Oh

Somehow, it never crossed your mind that Sigma has probably never seen snow before. 

“Yes, that's snow, cotton.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Never.”

With a teasing smile after the small usual banter, you got an idea that you were sure Sigma would agree to…

“Wanna go out and feel the snow?”

“Are you crazy?”

…One way or another.

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“WHY IS IT SO COLD?!”

A laugh could be heard nearby. You just stared and didn't dare to say anything but encourage the bi-colored-haired man as he reached out to touch the snow-covered rocks. It's always way more fun to see him acting like the complete opposite of what people know as the owner of the casino, you would even say that it's kind of a privilege to see that side of him being shown so easily around you.

“Don't laugh! Why did you tell me to touch it?!”

“I didn't tell you to do anything, I only lightly encouraged you.”

“You're the reason why I'm even outside!”

“Your point?”

Sigma could only sigh before getting lost in thought. Why did you even want to go out? It was so damn cold, everywhere he looked he could see mostly white, the fact that the two of you went to a place with no people was the only thing he was grateful for. He should try to get an answer someway soon-

“WHA THE-”

Sigma got forcefully snapped out of his thoughts upon feeling something softly, his mind supplied hitting his back *twice* if he counted the time that he got hit when turning around, just to see you with something in your hand. 

Wait is that-

He had no time to think when he tried to dodge yet another snowball that, he now realized, was being thrown by you.

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Sigma had to literally hide behind anything in the vicinity soon enough as he realized that fighting back with his own snowballs was useless when you had a literal army of them and he was also slow at making them. 

He had no idea when and how did you even made all of them. Was he out of it for so long or were you someone that makes snowballs really fast? He had no idea nor time to wonder as you moved closer to him again and he had to run, Sigma was already covered in snow from all the hits he took. He really should stop laughing to himself and making it easier to find him again and again, shouldn't he?

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White.

That was one word to describe the bi-colored-haired man when looking at him. Sigma was covered in snow, now trying to shake it off with a small grin as he couldn’t stop smiling after all the laughing for the past 20 or so minutes, as you finally stopped attacking him with a million snowballs, he swore it felt personal for some reason but even though you stopped, he still decided to keep an eye on you.

At the moment, you seemed to be just having a little bit of fun while waiting for him by scooping up snow and letting it fall back to the ground. He deemed it safe enough to look away for now since you seemed to be occupied with your own thing and not planning anything.

Little did he know that it was a grave mistake.

Should he try getting back at you? But how would he do it when he would obviously lose in another snowball fight? Maybe he should try and beat you in making the thing called ‘a snowman’, if he remembers the name correctly, but wouldn't you be better at it due to experience? What if he-

Due to his racing thoughts, Sigma failed to notice that you were getting closer and closer to him.

His train of thought was broken upon feeling something incredibly cold sliding down his back, worse, he realized in a second that it was under his goddamn clothes.

You wished you had recorded the situation as the shriek that the casino owner let out before trying to get the snow out from under his clothes was something you wished to show to Nikolai. Another thing to tease Sigma over was going onto the list.

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“I am never going out with you into the snow again.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?!”

“I mean why, like why don't want to?”

“You're unbelievable.”

“I'm trying, thank you.”

Looking at the fact that Sigma didn't seem too mad about it, you decided you are definitely doing it again.

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Masterlist

#love how we lowkey accepted the nickname for him #I'm thinking of writing some short piece abt how did reader even think abt calling Sigma 'cotton' in the first place #more like how did that chaos go down #would anyone want to read if I did tho? #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #x reader #sigma x y/n #sigma x reader