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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.
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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.
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!
ā¢ā”Snotlout x blunt fem!reader headcanons!ā”ā¢
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!!!
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
so iāve had a draft languishing in my WIPs for a bit.
itās a getÅ x reader & itāll be pre-gojoās past arc by a few months but will link up with that by the end. no spoilers in this bit tho!
anyhow. hereās a snippet. lemme know what you think š§
Sheās 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. Itās been years since the Zenāin clan has produced the ten shadows. What will prayers and haughtiness do about it now?
Donāt talk to her about it, Satoru warns. Better to not stoke a fire that isnāt contained. But Satoru has a high-mindedness thatās all his own.
After all, thatās his birthright. And the first in four hundred years to have both. A paragon at seventeen. Of course sheād slip his notice.
Sheās a year younger, Shoko reminds him. Part of another three man team. Not any of his business. Why bother? Itās all so very Shoko. Lazy. Practical. Prescribed. Sheāll make a fine doctor. If she can be bothered to put in the time.
Despite these warnings from his team mates, he canāt help but look for her name on the rosters. Both familiar and unfamiliar, checking and double checking until he spies her surname. Sheās lagging behind. Crushed under the numbers of her peers.
Shit.
But itās not his concern, he reminds himself. Who cares?
When he knocks on Yagaās 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 itās not worth the fight. He doesnāt elaborate. And GetÅās original query is so distant now he canāt even grasp at a tendril of an excuse.
Iām a first grade. Let me put her up in the next panel.
You donāt even know her. Yaga intones; sharp eyes boring into GetÅs. Besides, you have two missions coming up this month. Not to mention your own panel. Graduation is next year.
I donāt 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 GetÅ can practically feel his teacherās 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.
Sheās the rank she is because she canāt hack the system. You know that, right?
Sure, getÅ echoes, spying you on the training field. But itās our job to uphold and support our fellow sorcerers.
Ugh, not this bullshit again
If you donāt want to hear it, donāt ask. GetÅ quips, a glimmer of a smile on his lips
The day after the panel recommendations are announced he loiters by your classroom. He doesnāt 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. GetÅ 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 donāt even know me.
Why does everyone say that, he thinks, nose wrinkling in distaste. Even if it is partially true.
Thatās not true, he lies. Weāve 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.
Youāre silent after his litany of reasons and he pads one step, two steps closer.
You arenāt a grade 4. He says, hoping to imbue some conviction into his vocalization. Havenāt been for at least a year. Even then you really came in at grade 2, what with your control over cursedā
And you, in your infinite wisdom, felt Iād 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 isnāt going to plan.
Yeah. Told them thereād be a mix up. You must have put my name on accident. Or as a joke.
Heās 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 wasnāt an accident. And I certainly didnāt do it as some sort of joke. Has Satoru been talking to you? Did he tell youā
Look, you sigh, pink tongue slicking over your bottom lip, leaving a glimmering sheen behind. GetÅās nostrils flare at that and he rocks forward, toes stretching for the tip of his boots. As if thatāll let him soak up more of you. As if itāll dampen the simmering anger from your eyes.
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Whumptober: Shiro is electrocuted, Keith takes care of him :3
āIs my hair standing on end?ā Shiro asked, cracking a weak smile.
āIt is actually,ā Keith murmured, smoothing the scattered locks down. The prickle of static made them both jump and Shiro laughed softly, turning his face into Keithās shoulder. Keith swallowed the painful lump in this throat, clutching Shiro closer.Ā
āHis heart is still skipping,ā Allura said, fiddling with the device in her hand. Wires branched off of it like tentacles of a squid, ending in small stickers on Shiroās bare chest. Lance knelt at Shiroās 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 Shiroās 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.
āIām sorry guys,ā he said. āI should be helping-ā
āJust hold him,ā Lance interrupted, gaze flicking to Keithās. āWe got this, and he needs you.ā Shiroās eyes were screwed tightly shut, pressing his face into Keithās neck, and Keith turned back to him. Ignoring the ache in his chest, he tucked his hand behind Shiroās head, leaning down to press his lips to his forehead. He felt Shiroās 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.
āThatās perfect.ā
idk what Iām doing but here ya go. Thanks for the prompt!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Here we goāchapter 7 for the Fuckboy!Bakura fanfic :))
1600+ words in one dayā¦ itās happened!! It happened āļøšš
Things pick up in this oneā¦ whatās going on with the Millennium Key owoā¦. I think thereās about a chapter and a half left ish of the first arc after this, so yeah, thatās something to look forward to too!!
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 heād been trying to fend them off and having trouble even accomplishing that. Jounouchi didnāt get it. He didnāt 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 Bakuraās usual nerves or disinterest, like he wasā
āFlirting,ā Yuugi said with some disbelief.
Oh, thank god. āI thought I was hallucinating,ā Jou said.
Or, Jounouchi Katsuya uncovers that this Bakura Ryou in front of him isnāt his Bakura Ryou.
