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[justapalspal]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakura Ryou/Mutou Yuugi, Bakura Ryou & Mutou Sugoroku | Solomon Moto & Mutou Yuugi Characters: Mutou Yuugi, Bakura Ryou, Mutou Sugoroku | Solomon Moto, Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Friendship, Family, Post-Canon, Card Games, One Shot, POV Third Person, Card Game Featured is Not Duel Monsters Summary:

“Yuugi,” Ryou whispered haltedly. “Your grandpa—”

“My grandpa?” Yuugi asked at a normal volume.

“Your grandpa, yes,” Ryou whispered. Like he wanted Yuugi to whisper to. “Does he really want me to call him Gramps?”

Bakura Ryou has a question for Mutou Yuugi about something that happened a few minutes earlier at Game Night.

[palpablestupor]

Odo finds Quark absolutely plastered on Klingon blood wine one night and, a little concerned but trying not to show it, drags escorts him back to his quarters.

Quark, unusually reserved, asks Odo how he does it.

"...what?"

"Be...I dunno. Okay with everybody calling you 'he' and a 'man' and all that rubbish. You're not a man, you're all...goo."

"Eloquent as always, Quark."

"I'm serious! It's gotta be rough, uh, looking like a man and everyone thinking you are when you don't feel like one. Sucks. I wouldn't know, but...must suck."

After Odo makes sure he's safely in bed, he thinks about this. Quark seems uncertain about his masculinity, and ferengi culture sure doesn't help - women are effectively second-class citizens, and Quark's been put down enough recently that he probably feels pretty emasculated. This is an easy fix, Odo decides, and does what he does best: comes up with a solution and enacts it.

-

Quark slams the glass down on the counter and stares at Jadzia, who stares back.

"What. Is going. On."

"I'm not sure what you-"

He points a stubby finger in her face. "You are the 7th person in the last hour to tell me how manly I look, and the 4th to tell me I look handsome. If this is some sort of insane joke-"

"It was Odo's idea."

Quark's mouth opens and closes several times without sound. Jadzia forges on.

"He was worried that all the issues you've been having with the FCA have left you feeling emasculated, and he wanted to make you feel better."

"He...said that?"

"Well, no, he actually said 'Quark makes his worst decisions when he's unhappy, this is pre-emptive damage control', but I know what he really meant."

"He thinks I feel emasculated?????" Quark's voice raises to an uncomfortable pitch, and his eye twitches.

Jadzia winces. "Sorry, Quark. I'll tell him to cut it out."

She gets up to leave, but Quark touches her wrist to stop her. She waits while he glances very obviously left and right to make sure they're alone in this completely packed bar.

"What if...I mean, you used to be a man, right?" He says solemnly, nervously, and Jadzia tilts her head.

"I did."

"I think that's...that's sorta my problem, too. Maybe I'm not."

Jazia blinks.

It dawns on her that, while odo definitely got the wrong end of the stick, perhaps it was the right stick, overall.

[ur-pen-pal]

Hi pal first I seen your art of Axel which I love so much. I'll admit I'm a sucker for characters who hides there eyes woth hair whether it's on purpose or not. You said were doing requests right. Well I have one for snotlout please. I genuinely love snotlout as a character I've watched the shows following the movies so I know he's more then a arrogant man. So my request is one shot and or headcanons whatever is easier for you of how he would be with short girlfriend seriously he's 5'6 and I'm shorter then him. Oh and said girlfriend is blunt and honest and can hit anyone woth a snappy comeback at any time.

Haii! Sorry for how long it took me to reply (T_T) Anyways. I'll make some headcanons for this cute little relationship!

•♡Snotlout x blunt fem!reader headcanons!♡•

Snotlout would love, utterly love showing off to her. Whether it be winning a dragon race, hauling heavy logs around, or dragon taming- He, although it doesn't show easily to the naked eye, wants her to be impressed by his talents.

Reader and Snotlout often call each other nasty names in a lovey-dovey way. If she were to call him an idiot, Snotlout would reply right back with moron. (She'd obviously have more creative insults but Snotlout's trying)

Since he gets burned, zapped with lightning, and just hurt a lot, reader tends to Snotlout's wounds. Although she appears harsh, she means well and cares deeply for her lover.

Snotlout comes up with stupid ideas for just about anything and reader doesn't hesitate to turn down his ideas, seeing as they're dangerous and downright dumb.

Surprisingly, Snotlout is very honest with her when alone. If he gets upset at a comment of hers being too blunt/honest, he tells her and she apologizes.

Spitelout heavily disapproves of their relationship, claiming that Snotlout was more of the woman in the situation. Reader hates the man to death and is always quick to tell him off, often getting into huge arguments that need to be dealt with by Stoick.

Snotlout really loves reader and reader really loves Snotlout :)

I hope you like these headcanons >0< and happy pride month!!!

[pluttskutt]

Robin orders a drink but she's a clutz and uncoordinated so when she walks with Eddie she tries not to bump into him and instead bumps into Steve and just spills her drink on his shirt and she thinks he'll be angry but he apologises for being in the way and Eddie is puzzled because he's supposed to be an ass

and then Steve takes off his shirt and Eddie is looking respectfully no he's not and Steve apologises again and says it just felt sticky and offers to buy Robin a new drink whilst putting on his soft hoodie and that's the first time Eddie thinks he looks cute

[palbabor-writes]

so i’ve had a draft languishing in my WIPs for a bit.

it’s a getō x reader & it’ll be pre-gojo’s past arc by a few months but will link up with that by the end. no spoilers in this bit tho!

anyhow. here’s a snippet. lemme know what you think 🧐

She’s prickly, unsociable & so brittle it sets his teeth on edge.

A small clan. One of the lesser. Always scrabbling for an edge. Lagging behind those with the bloodlines. Those who like to pretend that the echoes of long faded ichor matter in the grand scheme of things. It’s been years since the Zen’in clan has produced the ten shadows. What will prayers and haughtiness do about it now?

Don’t talk to her about it, Satoru warns. Better to not stoke a fire that isn’t contained. But Satoru has a high-mindedness that’s all his own.

After all, that’s his birthright. And the first in four hundred years to have both. A paragon at seventeen. Of course she’d slip his notice.

She’s a year younger, Shoko reminds him. Part of another three man team. Not any of his business. Why bother? It’s all so very Shoko. Lazy. Practical. Prescribed. She’ll make a fine doctor. If she can be bothered to put in the time.

Despite these warnings from his team mates, he can’t help but look for her name on the rosters. Both familiar and unfamiliar, checking and double checking until he spies her surname. She’s lagging behind. Crushed under the numbers of her peers.

Shit.

But it’s not his concern, he reminds himself. Who cares?

When he knocks on Yaga’s door he has another question in mind. Something eloquent; prepped and well thought out. But the one he blurts out is: why will no one recommend her?

Yaga fixes him with a hard look. Some have tried. Teachers mostly. But most decide it’s not worth the fight. He doesn’t elaborate. And Getō’s original query is so distant now he can’t even grasp at a tendril of an excuse.

I’m a first grade. Let me put her up in the next panel.

You don’t even know her. Yaga intones; sharp eyes boring into Getōs. Besides, you have two missions coming up this month. Not to mention your own panel. Graduation is next year.

I don’t care.

He does though. So much it makes his toes curl and his mind wander. Yaga tells him to get out with a snort of derision and Getō can practically feel his teacher’s eyes rolling as he slides the door closed behind him.

You ever even talk to her? Gojo laughs, popping another mochi into his mouth.

Once or twice.

She’s the rank she is because she can’t hack the system. You know that, right?

Sure, getō echoes, spying you on the training field. But it’s our job to uphold and support our fellow sorcerers.

Ugh, not this bullshit again

If you don’t want to hear it, don’t ask. Getō quips, a glimmer of a smile on his lips

The day after the panel recommendations are announced he loiters by your classroom. He doesn’t mean to be so obvious. He should be waiting for Shoko in the infirmary. He told her he would. But for some reason, this just feels like the right thing to do.

Your eyes snap to his when you step into the hallway, your boots shining with a fresh polish, fingers knotted into tight fists at your side

Did you really put my name up for 1st grade?

Uh, yeah. Getō at least has the grace to scratch at the back of his head, nails sharp against the obsidian strands. This is not going to plan.

Why?

Because I wanted to.

You don’t even know me.

Why does everyone say that, he thinks, nose wrinkling in distaste. Even if it is partially true.

That’s not true, he lies. We’ve gone to jujutsu tech for two years together. Even fought in this years group during the school tournament. And I remember you from martial arts training. That was almost three years ago now.

You’re silent after his litany of reasons and he pads one step, two steps closer.

You aren’t a grade 4. He says, hoping to imbue some conviction into his vocalization. Haven’t been for at least a year. Even then you really came in at grade 2, what with your control over cursed—

And you, in your infinite wisdom, felt I’d just languish in obscurity until you came along and fixed it?

I- what?

I told them no.

Told them? Wait. Do you mean the council? Shit. This isn’t going to plan.

Yeah. Told them there’d be a mix up. You must have put my name on accident. Or as a joke.

He’s getting annoyed; shoulders bunching closer to his ears, upper lip curling until his sharp canine is gleaming in the late afternoon glow of the overhead lights. It wasn’t an accident. And I certainly didn’t do it as some sort of joke. Has Satoru been talking to you? Did he tell you—

Look, you sigh, pink tongue slicking over your bottom lip, leaving a glimmering sheen behind. Getō’s nostrils flare at that and he rocks forward, toes stretching for the tip of his boots. As if that’ll let him soak up more of you. As if it’ll dampen the simmering anger from your eyes.

I don’t need your help.

🧍‍♀️

[paladin-pile]

Whumptober: Shiro is electrocuted, Keith takes care of him :3

“Is my hair standing on end?” Shiro asked, cracking a weak smile.

“It is actually,” Keith murmured, smoothing the scattered locks down. The prickle of static made them both jump and Shiro laughed softly, turning his face into Keith’s shoulder. Keith swallowed the painful lump in this throat, clutching Shiro closer. 

“His heart is still skipping,” Allura said, fiddling with the device in her hand. Wires branched off of it like tentacles of a squid, ending in small stickers on Shiro’s bare chest. Lance knelt at Shiro’s hip, tending to the burns along his arm and chest. Jealousy and helplessness both tugged at Keith. Caring for Shiro was his job, but his hands were shaking too much, throat raw from screaming Shiro’s name as the electricity coursed through his chained best friend. Gritting his teeth, Keith loosened his grip and looked up, steeling himself for jobs that needed doing.

“I’m sorry guys,” he said. “I should be helping-”

“Just hold him,” Lance interrupted, gaze flicking to Keith’s. “We got this, and he needs you.” Shiro’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, pressing his face into Keith’s neck, and Keith turned back to him. Ignoring the ache in his chest, he tucked his hand behind Shiro’s head, leaning down to press his lips to his forehead. He felt Shiro’s tightly-corded muscles relax just a bit, and a quiet exhale against his skin. Allura hummed softly and Keith shifted his gaze to her without moving. A soft smile played on her lips as she gestured to the green light on her device.

“That’s perfect.”

idk what I’m doing but here ya go. Thanks for the prompt!

[justapalspal]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakura Ryou/Everyone Characters: Bakura Ryou, Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Mutou Yuugi, Yami Yuugi | Atem, Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner, Honda Hiroto | Tristan Taylor Additional Tags: allusions to bullying, AU!Bakura Ryou Flirts With Everybody, Mentioned Yami Bakura, Elements of Comedy, Light Drama, AU!Bakura Ryou and Canon!Bakura Ryou Swap Universes, Pre-Ceremonial Duel (Yu-Gi-Oh) Summary:

Just yesterday he’d been trying to fend them off and having trouble even accomplishing that. Jounouchi didn’t get it. He didn’t get Bakura doing all that smiling, or the leaning toward the crowd, or him actually holding what looked like a bento one of the other girls had been holding last time Jounouchi had looked.

And then one girl said something, and Bakura said something back that made them laugh, very much unlike Bakura’s usual nerves or disinterest, like he was—

“Flirting,” Yuugi said with some disbelief.

Oh, thank god. “I thought I was hallucinating,” Jou said.

Or, Jounouchi Katsuya uncovers that this Bakura Ryou in front of him isn’t his Bakura Ryou.

[ur-pen-pal]

I really wanted to add lilies of the valley to the title card thingie, but canva's a bitch and doesn't lemme use the good shit thats behind premium -_-

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Dagur loved messing with you. It was fun seeing someone who usually appeared so calm and collected get pissed.

You loved gardening. It was always calming for you.

You never understood why. Maybe it was because most flowers you planted grew exponentially well. Whatever it was, you loved gardening.

That's why you hated Dagur.

That reckless brute had no idea how to be gentle when handling plants! You still regret that one time where you actually let him help repot one of your petunias. For that reason, he was never allowed in your greenhouse. Even if Hiccup and Heather begged you. "He's just a little... excited! Your one of his favorite people to be around!" Heather exclaimed once as you were watering your plants.

"Don't mean I'mma let him stomp all over my damn plants." You hissed back. "These babies are still growin' and they don't need no trouble making fool trampling 'em!"

"C'mon just..Give him one more chance." She begged, her green eyes appearing to widen as she clasped her hands together.

You scoff, turning your head away. "Alright, fine! Damn you...But if he recks any of my babies, I'm killin' him and the blood's gonna be on your hands!" You exclaimed. Heather smiled excitedly. "Yay! Thank you!" She yelled happily as she practically jumped onto you.

What a nightmare this will be..

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So, there that hooligan was, looking around your greenhouse as you watered your flowers.

It was quiet.

Too damn quiet.

"What did you break?" You asked abruptly. Dagur gasped, holding a hand over his heart. "How could you accuse me of doing such thing!" He said dramatically as if you had just stabbed him through the heart with a shovel.

You wish you did.

"What. Did. You. Break?" You repeat, voice getting more irritated with each word. Dagur averted his gaze, lips pursed. "The pot fell on its own."

"MY ORCHIDS!!" Your eyes immediately land on the shattered pot on the ground. The poor flowers were scattered on the ground along with the dirt that was still wet from being watered. You swore your eye twitched. "Alright- Out! Out! Get outta my damn greenhouse now!"

"Hey now! C'mon! There's- Not much to be mad about!" Dagur tried to protest as you shoved him out. "Shut your damn mouth and get outta here!-" Suddenly, he turned to face you and, with your hands abruptly being taken off of his back, you stumbled face first into his chest.

A small silence swept over you both.

"You bastard!-" You yelled, pushing him back as he chuckled. "Calm down! Listen-" Dagur squatted down to meet your eyes. "I'll buy you some more orchids. How about that? Will that redeem me?"

"No." You said with a deadpan face. Dagur groaned, throwing his hands up. "Seriously?! He exclaimed. "What do I gotta do to make you like me?" He asked with a mockingly sad pout. You put a hand up to your chin, humming in thought. Just then, you placed your hand into your pocket. Dahlia seeds were in there. "Help me plant these." You say, holding out the seeds.

Dagur raised an eyebrow as he took the seeds. "That's.. it? Help you plant these?" You nod in response, walking over to where you keep your pots. Quickly grabbing a pot, you walked over to the bench on the side of your backyard.

"Well? Get over here numb nuts!" You yell at him. Dagur scowls but keeps his mouth shut for now. He came over, hands in his pockets. "Alright, what first?" He asked, slightly sarcastic, slightly serious. "Go get me some dirt," You say as you gestured to the bags of dirt in the corner.

"Fine." Dagur replied, grumbling stomping over. You let out a sigh, hoping to at least enjoy the silence while it lasts.

THUNK!

"WHATINHELLDOYOUTHINKYOURDOING?!-" You practically scream as Dagur rips open a whole new bag of dirt and pours it in the pot. Dirt flew everywhere as it spilled into and out of the pot. Dagur smirked as he then threw the now empty dirt bag behind him and crossed his arms. "Okay, got the dirt, what next?"

"You!- You fucking jerk!" You exclaim as you shoved him. Refraining yourself from punching him, you snatched the pot from underneath the dirt and walk over near the hose.

Cleaning off the excess dirt from the top of the pot, you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. "Get over here." You grumbled through your teeth. Dagur smirked, enjoying seeing you angered, and came over. "Just put the God damn seeds in. You've caused enough shit for me to deal with." You scowled as you placed the seeds into Dagur's hands.

The man rolled his eyes and placed it into the small hole you had created in the center of the pot. You cover the seeds up, giving them a little water as you did so with every new baby in your garden. "Now what?" Dagur asked. "We wait for it to grow dummy." You reply as you reenter your greenhouse. Dagur hesitated for a second before following after you, pushing the broken pot sharps away with his foot.

You place the pot on a free space on one of the tables. "So..When do they usually..Y'know- Bloom?" Dagur asked, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Mid-July." You reply, not even bothering to shake him off. "Right..Hey," He spoke, voice a lot more softer than before. "Sorry about the whole.. over filling the pot thing. I was..I was just-"

"It's..fine." You sigh. "You better help me clean up though." Dagur laughs in response. Not his usual annoying loud ass laughter, but more..gentler.

"Sure thing, flower."

"Don't fucking call me that."

To be continued...

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Yeah, I decided to make 2 parts of this -3-