#vash: *watching u sleep*

[varilien]

and nobody will, nobody can, take it away this time he’s gotta feel good before he dies

[angelictyphoon]

“You’re welcome,” Vash responds, not realizing until they’ve stumbled past the threshold that Wolfwood is not awake to hear him. It’s stupid, it’s dangerous to get attached, and yet Vash can do nothing about the fluttering behind his sternum as he watches Wolfwood’s resting face and recalls the lingering warmth where their fingers met. 

Balancing Wolfwood precariously against his chest, Vash pockets the key and nudges the door to their single shut behind him. 

They find room to trust despite everything that has happened and everything they have done. Even if they can’t talk about it. Vash moves further into the room, pulling back the top cover and gently easing Wolfwood onto the mattress. He takes his time. The loafers come off and he gently sweeps the edge of his hand to brush the fringe of Wolfwood’s bangs out of his eyes. Back on goes the blanket, and Vash steps away to retrieve a dusty glass off the vanity. Briskly cleaned under the bathroom faucet, then filled with water and left by the nightstand for whenever Wolfwood found himself thirsty. 

What else?

Vash stands in the middle of the room, pensive and tracing outlines of scant furnishings before snapping to. Blinds. Wolfwood has made mention of his gifts before, but a little extra thoughtfulness never hurts. Vash spends a moment to gaze out to the glittering lights of the town before drawing them closed.

Then, pulling up one of the chairs from the nearby table, Vash settles down for the night watching the slow rise and fall of Wolfwood’s breathing. 

“Good night, Wolfwood.”

The night begins to grow hazy after they clear the crosswalk—the liquor catches up with Wolfwood in a rare moment of real drunkenness. Being curled up in Vash's arms is... warm. Though the pangs of alcohol-based sadness and guilt scratch at his throat, Vash's heartbeat stabilizes him.

It lulls him to fall limp in Vash's arms, ear to his chest, hair a shaggy mess.

Anxiety will prickle at him in the morning as he deals with the hangover (using about five cigarettes, but Vash has made sure he's safe tonight, and that's comforting to Drunk-Wolfwood right now. Comforting enough to let his guard down—out in the open—and fall asleep.

Some noises and feelings without images attached to them fill his mind in flicker-flashes. Again, his body wants to panic at the loss of sense, of control, but that heartbeat again—even against its metal cage—saves him. While Vash fumbles for the key, the undertaker—half asleep—reaches into his pocket and meekly pulls one out.

His body seems to move on its own as his hand beckons for Vash's with a slight flail, then flops onto it when it arrives. The room key rests between their palms.

Drowsily, still deep in his stupor, Wolfwood cracks open heavy eyelids, revealing the gray-turned-silver eyes—just a hint of them.

"Hey Vash," he mumbles, voice gruff and weak, "...Thanks."

That'll have to do for now. Consciousness fully slips away; the alcohol does its job and fights off insomnia for a night.

[altades]

Vashwood rant

I can't sleep so why not analyze vashwood in the middle of the night

Now, this analysis is mostly of the manga, with maybe small takes from 98 and tristamp

To start let's look at the boys from their respective beginnings

Vash is so cruelly mischaracterized as a child, and it might be a little bit of trismaps fault, even though i do love it, or maybe people are just putting characters into boxes without really thinking about it but Vash is so not soft-shy-nice little baby brother. The whole thing with him being younger is so insane to me, i get why if Nai was born like 10 minutes earlier he would make it his whole personality (very sibling thing to do) but it's just so stupid. No, they have 0 age difference and it doesn't affect their dynamic cuz the are literally twins for the love of god. And, really, when you look at the manga as kids Nai was the emotional one! And he still is!

Nai is plagued by fear and anger and resentment and those emotions are what drive his every decision. Vash, on the other hand, is much more in control of his feelings and doesn't show them as much. That is to say that pre-tesla nai is the one worried about their relationship with humans, about their future, he's the one crying after talking to Conrad (what a sweet child he was) while Vash seemes much less scared.

And when they find out about Tesla Nai is the one who faints - he’s the more reactive one, the emotional one. And that small difference is what sets their paths so differently. Because Vash actually gets a chance to talk to Rem and figure things out.And that talk is so very important because it makes Rem, who already was everything to Vash, even more important. 

Now, I want us all to think about how terrified Vash was after seeing Tesla cuz he probably thought his own mother was going to dissect him and his brother. But then she saves him when he tries to end his own life, proving that no she’s not gonna kill him, because she, as every human, has the capability to learn from her mistakes and make better choices. (too bad Nai didn’t get that lesson lol)

And then we get to the big bad things. (it’s genocide) But the important part from that whole ordeal is Rem’s sacrifice. Because, listen, I love stories where humanity is shown to be capable of change and forgiveness is a virtue and love and pussy and all that but oh man can it be so so unrealistic and a little bit insane to watch (su im looking at u (i love su but oh boy that is not how the world works unfortunately)) but Trimax manages to make it work so well. I believe that’s cuz Vash is a very kind and loving man but is also completely out of his mind and has horrendous mommy issues. At least half the reason he doesn’t kill people is because Rem has died to save them, and killing them would make it all be for nothing. If he kills these people or if he lets them die would that mean that Rem died for nothing? Did she sacrifice her life to save these people only for her own son to end their lives? AND you know I’m right cuz he literally says it in the manga but also BECAUSE HE DOES THE SAME FOR WOLFWOOD (also he did kill Nai when he had the chance but we don’t have time to unpack that)

All of that is A LOT and very complicated (i love Vash he’s so well written he’s my perfect little meow meow) now let's talk about Wolfwoooooooooood /twirls hair/

WW is much easier to understand and analyze cuz he is, just a guy,, WW is just a normal person who gets insanely unlucky and gets in THE WORST possible situations (If he ever played DND he would roll straight 1s). That is to say that his story is sort of a way to show how much life in the badlands sucks, but also that there are good things even in the worst places (the orphanage) And WW reacts to situations in the most rational way possible way - he kills to survive. he doesn’t want to but he doesn’t get a say in it. If he could chose he would just live with his family and friend and do whatever. And that, him being so normal in such a violent and bloody world is what makes him suffer all the time. His inner moral compass is screaming at him what a terrible person he is and he promptly ignores it.

That is until that moral compass manifests itself in the form of a tall, blond and handsome stranger that he’s supposed to lead to his death. The stranger who turns out to be the most compassionate and kind man WW’s has ever seen. Who he’s supposed to kill. It’s like finding an oasis in the desert and being forced to burn it to the ground. And WW doesn’t want to do that, and he refuses to believe that the oasis is not a mirage so he tries to get Vash to kill someone, even if it’s WW himself. (It doesn’t work.)

As we all know WW changes his mind because of Vash’s influence. And he dies for it. Because even though Vash’s beliefs are born of human virtues, no man is made to walk his path, for he is not human and any mortal who tries to follow an angel to the skies is doomed to crash. WHAT YOU DON’T EXPECT IS THAT THAT MAN WILL BRING THE ANGEL DOWN WITH HIM

There is this line I wrote for an art i’m planning to make and if you’ve read this far you deserve a lil spoiler - “have you found absolution in bringing an angel to his knees?” and it captures perfectly what i'm thinking. And also Vash spends so much time trying to be closer to people but I think him killing Legato might’ve been the most human thing he’s ever done. Cuz it’s is so beautiful in the way he does it for the memory of the person he loved and yet so ugly in it’s cruelty.

I’ve said this before but most of the time when there is a human/ some immortal powerful creature relationship I don’t think the human is that special but WW HE SO IS. Maybe it’s the way that he’s just as deep in the nuclear bombs with personality business as Vash is, being one of said nuclear bombs, but still remains a normal person with relatively good morals that he can anchor Vash to a sort of normality that he doesn’t get often. Like what other guy would get hunted by all sorts of freaks with you, get in trouble all the time, get shot and etc and etc and then go for a drink with you like it’s a normal wednesday? Wolfwood. Or maybe it's that WW learns of every worst part of Vash, he sees him be on the brink of losing himself, he knows Vash has actually caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people and ALMOST did it again after Julai, and still stays with him? He sees Vash become something that is not human at all and still stay? Idk MAYBE IT’S ALL OF THAT but WW is just so important and so down bad but we all know that already so i’m not gonna add to that

Anyways, I got this all out of my system gn

[tomatoswup]

good night ☾ 2

summary: having the Vash plushie as a companion is a big help but sometimes you can't help but think about the past. Vash plushie to the rescue!

the plushie series: 1 , 2 , 3

warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, fluff? vash plushie is such a sweetheart :'),

A/N: i can't help but bring my angst urges into things okay im sORRY LMAOOKDNSLKNF but fr i 100% believe the plushie is gonna try to cheer you up when you're sad like ugh u lil cute thing plz. Hope yall enjoy this lil thing! am waiting for june to come

To be honest, the cute little guy really helped you a lot mentally, stopping those depressing filled nights and nightmares that you’ve had after that event from engulfing your conscious.

Has it been 2 years already? Time flies doesn't it? You never really noticed how aware the plushie was until he asked you if you were alright one night.

Sometimes he’d cuddle against your cheek to, in his words, "help" you sleep, and other times he’d sleep under your blanket, but the poor thing had nightmares of its own too.

Often times you’d catch him whimper and curl into a small ball in his sleep, to which you couldnt help but put your hand out and softly rub the top of his head with your finger to soothe the poor plushie.

But the lil’ thing was a trooper! He’s up the next morning urging you to get some donuts for breakfast and man.

You've never seen the plushie so happy that he almost popped a stitch! He ran around in circles, jumping up and down around your feet so much when you came back to your camp with a box of them that you kinda got scared you were gonna step on him.

"The pink one!" He screeched out, elated as you picked out a pink sprinkled donut and handed it to him. The damn donut was the same size as himself!

"Hey! Be careful!" You shouted out, watching as the small figure tumbled down a small sand hill with the donut, causing you to sweatdrop.

Why'd he kinda look like a tumbleweed....

You heard him squeak out from below, before seeing him cutely hop up to your temporary camp, a big bite already visible on the donut as the nibs of his arms held it up above his head "I-Im okay!"

“Good! I don’t think I have any sewing supplies to fix you bud.” You grinned as he waddled over to where you sat at the fire.

"What'cha making?" He curiously asked as he peeked around your ankle. Poking at the cooking fire, you looked down at him, the blue beady eyes of his staring into the fire "Well, I'm cooking some chicken I had left-over from the other day." You smiled down at him as he jumped up and down "FOOD!"

You couldn't help but giggle at the excitement the plushie gave out, how did he even digest things? You haven't really seen him eat anything during his time traveling with you but maybe that was a question for another time.

"Ya know," You couldn't help but say "I think my friend would've liked you.." You softly smiled, turning to the fire as you turned the roasting chicken.

"Friend?" He tilted his head "What friend?" You stared on into the fire, the wind blowing the heat mildly into your face "You haven't met him, but it was a friend I deeply loved."

"You loved him?"

"..." You couldn't help but put your knee up to rest your head on "Yeah, I did. But they passed a few years ago." You heard the plushie take another bite of his donut before coming up and plopping down to sit beside you "Never got to tell him I did though.." You quietly chuckled as the plushie looked up at you, a dead stare had been painted on your face as if it were a past that hurt to touch.

The Vash plushie stayed quiet before taking another bite of his donut "Well, I think you're a very pleasant person to be with! I mean, you've taken care of me pretty well!" He squeaked out "You treat others with the respect they give back! You're a kind person!" His feet started moving up and down.

"I think he would've loved you too."

AWWWWWWWALSFfknsk

You couldn't help but let out tears at the comforting words the plushie provided you as he patted your leg, telling you it was okay and that you weren't a bad person for having continued with your life without him. To which he proceeded to trying to do cartwheels to cheer you up you didn't want to admit it kind worked. But at some point you asked him to stop because the poor thing had been on its 5th failed attempt, every time belly-flopping onto the ground.

"Okay okay, I'm okay now Vash!" Trying to get the lil' guy to stop, you took a whiff of the air before freezing "I-Is the chicken burning?"

"Yup!"

GODDAMN IT-

You owed this plushie another donut.

And the night passed, you having slept better than most other nights. But the two of you had to hit the road again, getting packed up and ready to go by the morning.

Back in his usual place in the pocket of your shirt, he put up an arm nib and pointed it forwards "LET'S GOOO!" Snorting at his burst of energy, you began your stride in the sand once again with the map in hand.

"We're not far from getting to the city, I'm estimating one more day before we arrive." You said, fixing the hat on your head from the glaring sun before squinting ahead at something that caught your eye "You see that too right?"

The plushie's eyebrows furrowed as he copied you, squinting and physically pushing himself forwards to see if he could see closer "A man?"

The sight of a man in black stuck out like a sore thumb in the tanned desert just a few feet away from the two of you. A grey motorcycle propped up next to him as the man tuned and did something to the metal's gears.

He looked a bit familiar, too familiar.

"I think I know hi-" You wondered out before the plushies' loud and high pitched scream interrupted you.

"HELLOOOOOO!!!!"

The man turned and there you were met with a pair of sunglasses and the mischievous grin of someone whos' gospels often had you wanting to beat him half to death.

"Well well! Fancy meeting you here!"

oh god....

[tomboyyyaoi]

Vashwood thematically feels like two starts orbiting each other very closely, while Vashmeryl is like a planet naturally orbiting a start or large force of mass. Like they both are about two people revolving around each

i see u and if u dont mind me pulling off this to make it much more essay-ish than it needs to be,

for me it feels like vash has 2 sides to his character and both wolfwood n meryl are there to understand each of those sides

wolfwood relates to and resonates w his more "monstrous" side, theyve both seen hell and come out with completely different views but despite that they still are probably the only two who really Get eachother for that, just feeling too big for your skin and that theyr only deserving of loneliness, but they find eachother and they click because they fit more in with the monstrous, evil, barely human people of nomans land who want to see it burn and theyr always pulling themselves from comfort and happiness because they feel they dont deserve it and they need to atone for the people who Made them, but they find it in eachother whether they mean to or not until the very end. they even became so enamoured with eachother that when wolfwood died, in a sense, he joins rem in vash's head as someone to fight for and someone who shapes his reasoning, he only kills legato to save livio because wolfwood died for livio, just like how rem died to save everyone so then anyone dying would be a waste of her death

for meryl she sees herself in the more human side of vash, despite all hes been through he still smiles like its nothing and she knows damn well thats not normal and hes hiding his pain because hes still a person. when vash kills legato he breaks down completely she holds his head in her lap and thinks about how she did the same when she first killed someone because its such a human reaction, something the people of nomans land seem to have forgotten. theyr horribly terrified to get close to eachother because she knows hes not human, she knows what hes capable of and shes absolutely got issues herself with being emotionally closed off and for vash we know he punishes himself by not allowing himself simple comforts as well as the fact he knows hes a danger to those around him but theres still a person in there and meryl sees it and vash knows she does and is so relieved that Someone does but theyr both too traumatised to get close but by the end of the manga we start to see them perhaps warming up to the idea of being closer

you can even expand further on this with wolfwood's status as a victim of the narritive by watching how all the gungho guns are picked off one by one (besides livio) including knives and wolfwood because thats vash's whole reason for not just giving up and living a quiet human life as eriks, wolfwood (and knives, and the rest of the gungho huns) dying can be read as vash losing his need to be a monster, and while it pains him to see his partner and brother die its like that inhuman part of him - or the need to use it - dying too, which can also be seen in his hair turning black, and whos still there by the end when his hairs fully black and theres no threat forcing him to be a monstrous angelic saviour to the world? meryl - his humanity. we dont really see much of him living as human (such as allowing himself to grieve, recover, love, eat, sleep, form bonds, laugh, smile, be happy) before the series ends but i love that it lets us fill in the blanks

anyway uhh TL;DR wolfwood brings understanding and comfort in vash's inhumanity and meryl reminds him of and encourages his humanity

[tenabrye]

i feel very down and when i want to... "have fun with myself" i imagine Vash stopping me and holding me close, so if i could ask about a trigun vent! y/n x vash (brother bonding in my trigun stampede au where my sona is very depressed and all that),where Vash is searching for them in the house to meet meryl and co. and he ears nothing but a slow snoring in y/n room and he goes checking and its normal at first but the closer he gets....basycally y/n hurted themselfes and took to many sleeping pills, and here where he gest super worried because they had a talk about it and they say that it was going to be ok , u know what i mean right?

u can decline if its too angsty,thanks in advance

(i know i know but i love angst especially with my favourite characters, srry *awkard smile*)

It's not too angsty for me. I hope that my writing helps cheer you up and that you have such a nice and wonderful day/night, nonnie. 🤗

I would also love a hug from Vash. I know he gives the best ones.

warning(s): self harm, depression, reader takes too many sleeping pills, fluffy ending

"(Y/n)," Vash called out, head peeking around the corner to find yet another room devoid of you. This house had many rooms and you hadn't been in the three he had searched. Perhaps the fourth time was the charm? The soft thudding of his boots echoed off the walls of the slightly decrepit home, his eyes wandering along the cracked walls and flooring of the establishment. It was unusual for you to not answer when he called out, but it wasn't as if there was a reason for you to not respond. At least, he knows he hasn't done anything to warrant the ignoring. Maybe he didn't speak up loud enough when he called out for you? He cleared his throat, softly exhaling before he hollered out, "(Y/n)!" No reply came and he suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine.

His pace increased as he walked down the narrow hallway, his eyes darting into each open room, finding one after the other empty and devoid of you, causing him to frown. The blond came to an abrupt stop when he spotted a room with the door slightly cracked. His eyes glanced at the floor and he noticed the very faint printing of your shoes. Vash let out a relieved sigh before he gently pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He had a soft smile on his face when he spotted you on a bed in the corner of the room, fast asleep. He crept closer, his footsteps light so as not to disturb you from your slumber. The blond stopped and stood a foot away from the bed, his eyes soft as he watched you sleep. You were tired these past few days, and he could tell something was eating up at you from the inside. He just couldn't tell what it was at the moment.

Vash glanced away from your sleeping form and his eyes happened to land on the nightstand beside the bed. The smile on his face quickly turned into that of a frown as his eyes widened at the opened bottles he saw. "(Y/n)," he said, voice soft but at a volume that could be heard. His breath hitched when you didn't respond, the feeling of fear slowly enveloping him as he placed a hand on your arm, gently nudging you. "Hey, hey, wake up." He sharply inhaled as thoughts from the past swirled around in his head, drowning his thoughts. Vash knew you inside and out. Every fear, every hobby, your happiest memories, there really wasn't anything he didn't know about you or that you haven't told him. Until know. He glanced over at the bottles, arm reaching out to grab one and bring it close for him to inspect the contents. He knew you took sleep aids. It didn't bother him that you did. What caused an issue was how many you took.

After assessing the amount missing, he placed the bottle down and shook you a bit more roughly. He had to wake you up. Fear slowly consumed him with each passing second that your eyes didn't open, and he could feel his chest tightening in a way it hadn't done in years. But then you opened your eyes. Relief washed over him and he let out a choked noise, biting back what could have been tears shed at the horrible possibility of you never waking. "Vash?" Your voice cracked as you said his name, eyes trained on him as he continued to stare down at you. You then glanced at him and to the bottles on the nightstand, groaning at the situation you now found yourself in.

"You scared me," he told you, "you wouldn't wake up and...it scared me." The look on his face caused you to frown, and you moved your body to make room for him to sit down on the bed. The blond obliged, seating himself on the bed, watching as you slowly sat yourself up and scooted closer to him. "Are you okay?" He softly exhaled when you didn't answer, his eyes soon fixating on your hands. They noticed the way you kept them together, rubbing one thumb over the other. It had been a while, yet he knew the signs of an inner struggle. You had done this motion many, many times, giving away the scars hidden underneath the sleeves. Vash hadn't said anything on the matter, knowing he couldn't outright tell you to stop. Being forceful on such a topic wasn't a wise choice, nor was it something he could ever do. All he knew to do was what he had always done with you.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of an arm snaking around you, tugging you closer to the man as he brought his other arm around your front, wrapping you up in a hug. "Vash, I-"

"It'll be okay," he told you, a soft smile on his face when you turned to look at him. He soon leaned his head against yours and closed his eyes. "Whatever is affecting you right now, whatever is causing you to hurt this badly, I want you to know that you don't have to endure it alone." Your bottom lip curled inward as you gently bit down on it, trying so desperately to not break from his words. Vash never lied. Not to you and not to anyone, no matter the situation. He always meant what he said, and it hurt. It hurt because you were trying to deal with the pain by yourself, once again not realizing what it did to him, what it caused him to feel. He never once cared about that since all he cared about was how you felt. His hug squeezed you just a little as he moved his face to your neck, burying it into the flesh.

"I'm sorry," you choked out the words. Vash lifted his face from your neck and simply smiled softly at you.

"You don't have to be sorry, (Y/n). I know I can't force you to stop doing the things that you do to yourself, but I need you to understand that I'll be here for you. I always will, so, you don't have to feel alone in this fight."

You faced him now, tears already having built up in the corner of your eyes, waiting to fall. You couldn't help but smile at him and lean your head forward, him mimicking the action until your foreheads touched. "I'm sorry because of the talk we had before, about all of this. I know I said I wouldn't, and I tried. I really, really tried, but I couldn't."

Vash listened as you spilled your ailments to him, every single issue that plagued your mind being absorbed by his ears. His eyes closed as he listened, a small hum leaving his lips. "We'll face them together. I don't want you to ever feel like you need to go through it alone, because you're not." His eyes opened and he pulled back just enough to be able to look at you. "Promise me you won't keep it all inside, okay? You won't let it build up to the point where it almost takes you over the edge, right?"

You gave a small nod and mimicked the soft smile on his face. "I promise." Vash never lied to you, and you could never lie to him. He would stay by your side for as long as you needed to, helping you for as long as you wanted him to. He would never let you suffer alone ever again.

[yurinaa-world]

helloo can u do hcs for Vash and Nico with a S/O who is in their final year/exams and they’re struggling with their studies? Im rly stressed out and Im barely bearing with them

Characters: Vash and Nicholas x Gentral-neutral Reader

Synopsis: Vash and Nicholas with a S/O who is in their final year/exams and they’re struggling with their studies

Warnings: fluff

𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒽 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 𝒯𝓎𝓅𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃"

Vash will surprise you with study breaks, your favorite snacks in a bag, and knocking on your door to ask if he can come in. He carefully opens the door, finding your room in a state of disarray and you asleep on your desk with textbooks and paper covered with notes.

walking to you, making sure you're alright, gently tapping your shoulder with a soft tone, telling you to wake up so you wouldn’t be in pain the next day, opening your eyes and feeling the pain from the neck as you.

Vash hands you the bag full of sweets, and you put it on the floor beside your desk before Vash opens your window to get some fresh air inside the room while telling you to take a break, lay down on your bed, and rest a little while he cleans up your room.

As you watched him, you asked if he wanted any help, but he declined and told you it was fine and you should just get some rest because if you keep on studying, you’ll get sick. Vash takes you in one fell swoop; he lays down on your bed and puts a blanket over you.

You wanted to tell him he doesn’t have to do that, but after the all-nighter you pulled, you felt your body give up on you and just fall asleep, your eyelids slowly closing as you drifted off to slumber again.

After hours have passed while you slept, you wake up to find your entire room cleaned and your desk organized and cleaned. While looking around in a bit of awe, Vash comes in with a pot of your favorite food and utensils and a big smile on his face when he sees you.

As Vash watches you eat his food with a smile on your face and thank him for all he has done, he could feel his heart melt and tells you that's what he’s here for and that you’ve been doing so much work that you deserve a break.

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝒟 𝒲𝑜𝓁𝒻𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇"

As you study sleepily, closing your eyes for a second, your head leans down before you jerk back awake.

Nicholas would come over to check on you with a big bag of snacks; behind the door, he tells you that he’s coming in; once he does see your pale-looking face, it would freak him out, and he would ask you if you were alright and what happened.

Telling him that you took an all-nighter and he would ruffle your hair a bit and tell you that it’s time to take a break; don’t even try to argue with him and say that you don't have time for that, he’ll drop the bag of snacks on the ground and pick you up; he'll force you out of that chair if he has to.

He’ll take you to bed and roll you up in the blanket in a way you can’t move, and when you complain, tell him to get you out, and he just tells you to go to sleep but roll over to the side facing him, trying to wiggle your way out but failing.

Nicholas just laughs at your attempts before he tells you to just go to sleep, and you complain even more before Nicholas lays beside you in bed, putting an arm around you and pulling you closer, faceplanting you into his chest, and telling you again to go to sleep.

You try to get out of his grip, but he just holds on tight and wraps his leg around you. Even when you complain, you're happy that he did this. There would have been a better way to go about it, but you're glad that he did it as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When you wake up to still be in Nicholas’ chest but you notice that he's fallen asleep with you, it’s not like you're going to wake up; you enjoy being close to him like this.

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[flowercitti]

16 and 70 vashwood wahhhh (only if you'd like to ;;)

Ahhh thank u sm for sending an ask! 🌸🫶 (And I never really told u directly but I think of the art u made for my fic daily it’s so so gorgeous I squeal abt it all the time still.) Went ahead and just combined these two! I hope u enjoy! 🫶🌸

16: “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” And 70: “You’re warm.”

Vash has become accustomed to sharing a bed with Wolfwood over their travels. It’s cheaper, it’s easier, it ensures that they have each other’s back in an emergency. It means no one is forced onto the floor, no matter how much Vash would gladly do so. Wolfwood is strangely adamant that he doesn’t.

And, truthfully, Vash is often too exhausted at the end of long days or sometimes weeks of traveling without rest or breaks to even care where he rests his head. When they make it to a hotel, he’d be just as happy to fall asleep on a table if it meant he could close his eyes for a few hours.

So, falling asleep next to Wolfwood certainly isn’t the worst bed allocation. In fact, it’s rather pleasant. And that’s the problem.

Vash is starting to think he likes it a little too much.

He’s lying awake, eyes counting the stars and constellations outside the window so he doesn’t have to look at Nicholas’s sleeping face, far softer than what it looks like when he’s awake. He can hear the puff of his breaths, even and steady, a comforting reminder of his presence. Vash doesn’t quite know when Nicholas started meaning safety, but it’s irrevocable now. Like it’s always been that way, no matter how long Vash has lived. There was a before him, and now there’s a during. He doesn’t want to think of the after, so he doesn’t, only shakes his head and gives in to the urge to turn his gaze back towards the source of his thoughts.

Nicholas’s hair curls over his forehead, head buried into his pillow as he lays on his side. His lashes are long and dark, fanning out over his cheeks and fluttering minutely as he sleeps. The moonlight catches over the point of his cheekbone, his full lips parted just slightly, dark brows relaxed in a way that they often aren’t. Vash can’t help but look at him, something swelling his chest, a prickle of heat over his skin.

And then Wolfwood twitches, lax expression screwing up into a grimace. His breathing picks up, face jerking to the side as he huffs, a peak of teeth behind his twisting lips. He’s never seen Nicholas have a nightmare before; not when they’re this close, at least. Not since they’ve started to share beds with each other. His hand darts out, tempted to wake him, before he immediately grows unsure. He doesn’t want to startle him, but there’s something like a whimper that catches in Nicholas’s throat, the sound feeling like a knife levering under his ribs. His fingers twitch, his lips parting around the beginning syllable of his name before he stops himself, teeth clenching in debate.

But it doesn’t matter what he might have decided on because Wolfwood is gasping awake, his hand snapping out like the jaws of a snake, his fingers circling tightly around his wrist. Vash stops himself from startling, meeting wild coal dark eyes, ignoring the dangerous shift of his bones under his grasp. Nick’s teeth are bared as he pants, gaze unfocused and his shoulders trembling with tension. Vash lays still for several long moments, watching as he slowly comes back to himself, lashes flickering and chest heaving.

“Wolfwood?” He murmurs and Nicholas jumps, jerking back and taking his hand with him. He sits up with a lurch, and before Vash can think he’s reaching out, carefully grasping at his forearm to keep him from scrambling out of bed. Wolfwood looks down at his hand before his eyes dart back up towards him, and Vash has never seen him look afraid like that before.

He sucks in a long breath, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He says quietly, fingers flexing over his bare arm, something inside of him warring on whether he should pull away or not. He swallows and allows his hand to stay until Nicholas decides to brush him off.

“Fuck.” Wolfwood hisses before he’s falling back the mattress, free hand coming up to rub at his face, resting his arm over his eyes as he turns into his elbow, “You didn’t do shit. I’m sorry for waking you, go back to sleep.”

Vash runs his knuckles over his tan skin, something he hopes is a soothing gesture. He doesn’t think he’s ever been very good at this. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

Wolfwood looks over at him, arm moving to reveal one dark eye. “Idiot.” He grumbles, but he lets Vash continue to rub nonsensical patterns into his forearm, smoothing over his skin gently. His hands trails further down, thumbing over his scarred knuckles.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, watching Wolfwood’s mouth twist, his eyes hidden again.

“Just a dream. It doesn’t matter.” He mutters and Vash knows to drop it, that he’s not going to talk about, especially not tonight. So he only hums, tracing over old scars, fingers delicate over tawny skin as Nicholas’s breaths begin to even out. Nick’s skin is callused in most places, small nicks and scars catching on his soft finger pads.

“You’re warm.” Nick murmurs, his hand turning over so his palm is facing up. Vash places his thumb in the middle of it, circling over his skin, pressing into more rough calluses. He laces their fingers, heart stuttering in his chest, and Nicholas allows it. He breathes out slowly, shifting just slightly closer.

“‘S’nice.” He whispers and Vash smiles, aching with want, like a spool of thick honey in his gut.

He cradles Wolfwood’s hand between both palms and doesn’t say anything more.

[chris-continues]

Watching recreyo again (love their content sm)

and there’s a bit where they’re like in cryosleep right

And ofc my brain goes to “omg Yk what if you and vash had to go into a cryo pod and he’s like holding you as you go to sleep” BUT WHAT IF HE WAS FORCED TO LEAVE U BC SOMEONE NEEDED HIS HELP AND AUGHHJ

[petrichorium]

pluvi u are absolutely cooking in those nai tags

JDNFKENF my whole take on nai was forged by a post vic made a while back abt how he rarely gets his cock out idk that Did Something to me PFFT but it’s like. his obsession w u is a very Human thing and to a certain extent he almost hates it………… and hates how easy it is to get caught up in you………….. and hates how much he likes watching you eat and sleep and breathe. But he can’t help it, and he can’t let you go, so the best he can do is keep himself in check—limit how often he visits you, limit how much he touches you, limit what he gets out of any moment he has with you. But u know what happens when ppl repress their desires that much………….

On a related note every time I talk abt yan nai he’s justifying him keeping you by telling himself you’re a gift for vash so. Another reason he refuses to let himself indulge. Would be impolite to open a gift he got for his brother……..

[awkwardchick87]

AWKS!! Hello bby, it’s been a minute :3.

Wanted to drop by and kith ur forehead but also wanted to ask u about ur faves as per the post I reblogged from u >:3.

So tell me, what do u think Hawks would be thinking as he watches u sleep? What’s his favorite thing to cook u for breakfast?

And for Vash, what is his favorite thing to do with u? What’s his favorite view to take you to and watch?

🫂❤️❤️❤️

Ahhh Dere!! I am kithing you back!! How have you been?

Hawks is such a light sleeper. He is just laying there thinking about how damn lucky he is to have me (hahah half joking) but really I think he would be thinking about what would be the next step for our relationship. Kids or not? Marriage? But also thinking about the small things, like should he grab some flowers on the way home from work tomorrow, just because? Or when was the last time he took me out for dinner or does it bug me that he works so late sometimes? (It doesn't, hero work is hard.) I am not much for breakfast, but when he has a day off and we get the chance to spend the morning together, we love cooking together! Something as simple as oatmeal and coffee to full fruit salads and french toast! He LOVES cooking and is actually a really good cook. As for Vash! Oh this poor man has been running his whole life. Any chance for peace and quiet, he takes it and revels in it! Spending a day walking around a market, or hanging out in the garden on ship 3! Especially the garden in ship 3! It reminds him of Rem and Ship 5. Favourite place to take me would probably be anywhere high up or a rooftop in whichever town/city we happen to be staying at. Somewhere to watch the 2 suns set. OR the middle of the dessert, with a campfire and just each other for company.

Thank you for the questions Dere!! <3

[anachronistic-falsehood]

ok ok. fuck it. trigun voltron au

livio, meryl, and milly are senior students at wherever the fuck. the garrison?? i can't remember what it's called i haven't watched it in years. anyway meryl's a pilot, milly is a mechanic, livio and razlo are their tech guy. lina is there and she's like 14 but she's actively lying about her age so she can try to get into the senior programs and go into space to find her long lost brother figure, who is apparently an alien and crash landed to earth a little over two years ago and then went back into space. she's hanging with wolfwood a lot. wolfwood is very keith. he dropped out a while ago because he is also coincidentally looking for an alien he met two years ago but the garrison won't let him go into space for Reasons. more under the cut bc this is getting Long

shenanigans ensue and all five of them find the blue lion. lina is like "whoa this thing is talking to me" and finds that she can pilot the blue lion and they go into fucking space and end up on another planet?? terrifying!! but they end up finding this big fuckin. castle lookin spaceship. and instead of having the dramatic "alien wakes up from cryo sleep and falls into the arms of their love interest" thing, vash is fucking walking around in his pyjamas eating food goo and crashes into wolfwood in the middle of a hallway and there's food goo everywhere and it's hilarious. wolfwood is like "YOU!! YOU'RE THE FUCKING ALIEN I SAW. WHO ARE YOU" but vash is like "OH MY GOD LINA???" and they have a wonderful heartwarming reunion and wolfwood is still wondering what the fuck vash is

vash gets dressed and takes them to the main area to explain some things. there's like a full flashback episode which showcases him fresh out of cryosleep (he was like scheduled to wake up centuries in the future or something just go with it) and learning (via a dead rem hologram's instructions) that he has to find the locations of the voltron lions to ready them for their paladins because the galaxy needs voltron or somethin. idk. but he crash lands on earth bc he knows nothing about piloting a pod and lina and sheryl find him and take care of him until he's better. he's like a cryptid and wolfwood (while out skipping class or w/e) sees vash on the horizon and is like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU??" and is convinced that whatever he saw was Not Human. he tries to tell the people at the garrison abt it but they're like "nah" and he eventually drops out in hopes that he can find the alien on his own.

vash explains to them about the alteans, and the galra trying to take over the universe, and VOLTRON!! and he's like "i feel like you guys are the paladins but idk so let's just go find the lions and see who clicks with who. fun bonding experience!!!!"

lina pilots them to all the different places they need to get the lions at, and they each have their own cool lil moments :3 in the jungle finding the green lion, meryl tells the others that she can hear a voice and they allow her to take the lead, and u know that scene with pidge jumping down to get the lion?? that but with meryl!! also milly findin the yellow lion and screaming in a panic as she plows through galra ships like they're nothing. they're so silly <3

and then!!! and then they're rescuing the red lion from a galra ship (i think the red lion was kept by the galra?? can't remember) and none of them can hear the lion. vash says that's ok, the red lion is very tempermental, she'll need to speak to one of you first before she chooses a paladin bc she's very picky. but?? neither ww nor livio can hear her??? and neither can vash so it's not like she picked him. but razlo has been casually hovering near the front bc lots of dangerous situations, gotta keep livio safe, and he's like "hey. hey liv. can you?? hear that???" and livio's like "???? hear what???" and there are galra soldiers trying to break down the door and liv is like this close to panicking so razlo's like ok FUCK IT and shoves his way to the front to protect livio, but as soon as he's there the lion's eyes light up and she fucking MOVES. and razlo is fucking ecstatic as he climbs into the pilot seat and goes full speed ahead and livio's quietly like "ohhhhh. ok. so do i not get a lion then. ok whatever im not upset or anything" and he's reallyyyy trying hard not to be upset bc razlo never seems to get anything, yk. livio's the one whose name is on their pilot license, he's the one with the engineering degree, only ww knows about razlo, so like. he feels selfish for wanting this too so he tries to just. let razlo have this. (and that's like the basis of his and razlo's character arcs, razlo letting himself have a life outside of being a shield for livio, and livio proving himself as a copilot of the red lion and earning her trust and this almost makes me want to write a fic istg)

wolfwood is the paladin of the black lion, and they go back to the castle to let her out (i think they needed the other four to unlock her?? or something??? idk) knives isn't a galra but he's posing as one and the gung ho guns are his right hand guys. also wolfwood is part galra (i'm sorry he's so keith coded) and maybeeee.... wolfwood had more of a reason to try finding vash than he originally let on.......... (he was hired to find and kill vash. it did not go well. he fell in love instead <3)

when wolfwood dies, vash pilots the black lion in his stead. ok that's all thank youuuuu <3

[trigun-sims-shenanigans]

that night....

nai was doing some dishes

when vash got a whim to play some cards !

lucky for him,,,, his mom and sister live next door,,, so he and nai are going over to visit !

upon arrival, rem was watching tv in Tesla's room

and tesla was watching tv in rem's room

oh T-T he is a momma's boy (all of them love their mom)

nai,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, went to bed. in the guest room

babe u are here to visit with ur family go and talk with them

he did 1!! ah he got up and went to go and chat with tes !!!

THEY ARE SO CUTE LOOK AT THEM SIBLING IDEALS

nai,,,, did get this whim while there? so maybe nai is thinking about getting out into the world and finding love?????????????

but it seems like everyone is already getting sleepy (we just got started!!!)

rem was in bed, and tesla was brushing her teeth and washing her face.... and then, the best thing ever happened

LOOK AT THEM. SNUG LITTLE SIBLINGS TOGETHER IN BED ITS SOOO CUTE

needless to say, the boys did go home to sleep and unfortunately they never got to play any card together LOL

[dontcare77ghj]

Soul

Steve x reader x Bucky x Tony

Set in the Parenting universe

Requested by @deansblackbeauty

Before a person was born, something happened to them in the between. Their soul would split and be shared with the person, or persons, who would be their other half. When those who shared a soul finally met, their eyes would glow a bright neon blue to symbolize their shared connection.

At least that was one way people rationalized soulmates. There were hundreds of other theories, but this was the one most chose to believe. Probably because it felt the most magical. 

At the end of the day, no-one really thought about why soulmates existed. All that mattered was that they did and that one day you would be able to meet the other part of your soul.

It was times like this that you missed your sister. Stakeouts were usually the dullest part of the job. You would be watching a target go about their daily lives or cheating on their partners or stealing company information, boring things like that.

Stakeouts were your second least favorite aspect of this job, beaten only by the actual murder of people.

Though, this stakeout was by far one of your better ones.

You'd been atop an abandoned building, watching as one of your hits was cheating on her wife. You had been laid on the roof when suddenly you sensed someone behind you.

Quickly, you rolled to the side, missing the bullet that would have hit you in the skull. Looking behind you, you saw the dark silhouette of a man with his gun raised at you.

The two of you had engaged in a shoot out before he ran towards you. The building you were on was incredibly old. To even sneak up there, you had to place yourself very carefully. So to have this man barreling towards you on this old roof was not a good idea.

The roof made a loud groaning sound before you were suddenly falling. Your hand grasped onto a sharp piece of metal, and you were jerked to a stop.

You were dangling above the ground, hand bleeding as you clutched the jagged metal roof, and you could hear the man coming towards you. 

After several tense seconds, suddenly, the man was standing above you, gun drawn.

Refusing to show fear in your final moments, you raised your head, and your eyes met his. 

And suddenly, his eyes glowed a bright neon blue.

You gasped at the implementation, and quickly you were being pulled up.

"Dusha." The man murmured once you stood safely before him. (Soul)

"Da, dusha. Ty moya dusha." You told him. (Yes, soul. You're my soul.) 

"Kak vas zovut?" He asked, pulling you away from the collapsing ceiling. (What's your name?)

"Romanova. Y/N Romanova. Chto tvoye?" (What's yours?)

"Aktiv." He told you. "YA aktiv." 

(Asset. I'm the asset.) 

You learned a lot that night on the roof. And in the four years that followed.

HYDRA came to collect Bucky ten minutes after you met him. Their first instinct was to kill you, but the second they raised their guns, Bucky shot them dead. 

All four of them.

And when another batch arrived and tried to take you away, he did the same thing. 

And that is when you learned the first thing about the asset.

The longer you were around the asset, the more he was in control. As it turns out, HYDRA was controlling your soul. In the years that would come, you would learn they had conditioned him to comply with a set of trigger words. Though you could never find out the words despite your years of espionage. 

But the longer you were around him, the more he was able to break out of it and remember things. 

Things like his name.

Eventually, Bucky's handler arrived and told him that they weren't going to kill you. That you could be brought back to the compound with him.

You agreed because at the time you thought you'd be able to be with Bucky, you were quickly proven wrong. 

You were allowed to see Bucky for two hours a day. This was the most time you could spend with him without him breaking his conditioning.

Your freedom was also stolen from you.

HYDRA ensured you spent the majority of your time in a small locked suite that was at the back of the compound. 

Out of sight, out of mind.

You had to admit, you had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, you were aggravated that you were locked away from the outside world and your soul. But on the other hand, you weren't killing anyone. 

You'd never wanted to be an assassin, but it was all you knew. It was all you were good at. And now HYDRA had taken it, and any connection to the outside, from you.

"Bucky." You happily sighed as he entered your room. Getting up from your chair, you slowly moved to stand before him. "Kto ya?" You asked, holding a hand up to him.

(Who am I?)

"Dusha. Ty moya dusha." He said, raising his hand to yours. (Soul. You are my soul.)

"I kto ty takoy?" You asked, intertwining your fingers with his. (And who are you?)

"Vash. Vasha dusha." (Yours. Your soul.)

"Khoroshiy." You nodded. (Good.)

"U menya yest' novosti dlya tebya," Bucky said, moving you towards the small couch. "Menya otpravlyayut, i oni khotyat, chtoby vy poshli so mnoy."  (I have news for you. I'm being sent out, and they want you to come with me.)

"Zachem? Oni nikogda ne pozvolyali mne ran'she." You asked, looking him over. (Why? They've never let me before.)

"Dumayu, ya znal svoyu tsel'. Pered." He murmured to you, almost inaudibly. YA slyshal, kak okhrannik skazal, chto oni boyalis', chto ya slomayus'." (I think I knew my target. Before. I heard a guard say they worried I'd break.)

"Ty uveren, chto rech' shla o missii?" You asked, raising a brow at him. (You're sure it was about the mission?)

"Polozhitel'nyy." He nodded. (Positive.)

"YA ne iz tekh, kto smotrit darenomu konyu v zuby." You shrugged. "Po krayney mere, my budem provodit' bol'she vremeni vmeste. (I'm not one to look the gift horse in the mouth. At least we'll get more time together.)

"Oni khotyat, chtoby ty ubil, Y/N. Vam ne predostavlyayetsya vybor stoyat' v storone." Bucky told you. (They want you to kill, Y/N. You're not being given a choice to stand on the sidelines.)

"Buck, u menya ne bylo vybora s tekh por, kak ya vstretil tebya." You sighed. "YA uzhe privyk k etomu." (Buck, I haven't had a choice since I met you. I'm used to it at this point.)

"Proshu proshcheniya za vse eto," Bucky said, looking away from you. (I am sorry for all of this.)

Grabbing Bucky's chin, you forced him to look you in the eyes. You gave him a gentle smile before pressing your lips to his cheek.

"Ne bud'. YA by ni na chto ne promenyal s toboy svoye vremya. Ty moya dusha, i nichego ne mozhet etogo izmenit'. I ya etogo ne khochu." You told him firmly. (Don't be. I wouldn't trade my time with you for anything. You're my soul, and nothing can change that. And I don't want it to.)

"Moya dusha," Bucky said, putting his head in the crook of your neck. (My soul.)

"Da, dusha." (Yes, soul.)

For the remainder of your time together, the two of you stayed on that ratty couch. Not speaking, merely holding onto one another and embracing each other.

You should have known this wouldn't be easy. You should have known the universe wouldn't make this easy for either of you. 

The mission had failed.

You hadn't been able to kill your targets, either of them. In fact, the two of you had run.

The two of you had run from your targets to an abandoned building Bucky had found.

Bucky was asleep beside you, his form stiff and rigid, as you sat upright surveying the area. You couldn't sleep. Your mind wouldn't let you.

You couldn't stop thinking about what happened today. You couldn't stop thinking about when your eyes met.

You'd never had this many problems with a target. Or multiple targets. Perhaps you were out of practice, or before, you were simply so cocky about your abilities you were just showboating.

But Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were proving to be formidable targets.

You were facing off with Tony Stark, who was shooting at you from behind a pillar. 

"Why does everyone want to kill me?" You heard the man complain as you shot close to his head. 

The man shot a blast at you, which you dodged easily before flipping towards him. You pulled a dagger out of your thigh holster and slammed it into the pillar only to find Stark not there.

"Missed me!" Stark cheered from behind you. Spinning quickly, you threw another knife in Stark's direction for him to dodge. "Missed me again!"

You let out a loud growl as you raised your head and glared at the man. Stark's eyes met yours, and it happened.

His eyes glowed a bright, neon blue.

"Fuck." The two of you swore in unison.

Before you could process what was happening, Bucky rushed to your side and was pulling you away from the scene.

As the two of you were fleeing from the scene, you glanced over your shoulder. Steve had moved to stand beside a shell-shocked Tony and managed to catch your eye.

Bright, neon blue.

Bucky had dragged you away because he thought you were hurt. His protective instincts always shone through when he was freshly wiped.

HYDRA would be coming to take the two of you back to the base in a few hours, but you wouldn't put it past them to come and snatch you while you were sleeping. 

You had been admiring Bucky's sleeping form when you heard it. The quiet crunch of footsteps below you. 

Your gun was already in your hand as you slowly stood from your makeshift bed. You didn't make a sound as you left the room where Bucky slept and moved towards the noise.

It was on the ground floor you found the source of the noise.

You were grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping itself around your waist, the other around your mouth.

"It's okay, we just want to talk. We're not here to hurt you." A voice said soothingly as another man appeared in front of you. Yanking yourself out of his grasp, you stood in front of the two and shook your head.

"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe for you." You told them. "You need to go."

"We just want to talk," Steve said. "We need to talk."

"We tried to kill you, both of you, less than twelve hours ago. You're either incredibly stupid or entirely moronic." You said, crossing your arms and raising a brow at the two.

"Probably both," Tony muttered.

"The two of you need to go. We're being taken back to base in a couple hours, and the guards will kill you if they see you." You told the two.

"Not if no-one's here when they arrive." Steve countered, taking a step forward. "Come with us. You and Bucky-"

"How do you know his name?" You demanded of the blonde, grip tightening on your gun. 

"I knew him when we were young. He was the first part of my soul I found. He's a part of me, just like Tony, and just like you." Steve told you. "You know as well as we do what that glow meant. You're a part of our souls."

"We tried to kill you." You reminded him.

"Everyone has their own story on how they met their souls. At least ours is entertaining." Tony snorted.

"You know we can't come with you." 

"Why not?" Tony asked, moving to stand beside Steve. "We want you, both of you. We don't care about what you've done."

"You don't even know a tenth of what we've done." You scoffed. "We can't come with you because the two of you are good, good people. We're not. Buck's got an excuse, but me not so much. We can't come with you because my hands are dripping red, and Bucky's not even Bucky on most days."

"What does that mean?" Steve asked you. "What does any of that mean?"

"It means I'm a murderer. I've killed so many people because it's what I've been told. And Bucky, HYDRA has him so firmly under their control, I can barely break him out. Sometimes he's a man I recognize, and others, he has two capabilities. Obey and protect." You told them before letting out a long sigh. "We can't come with you because our souls would taint you."

"That's bullshit, and you know it," Steve said, moving towards you. "Everyone has done things they regret, fuck knows we have. You're not perfect, fine, neither are we, but we're yours. And you and Bucky, you're ours." He said, stopping right in front of you.

"We can help you, both of you. Get you out of HYDRA and away from them. You'd never have to kill again if that's what you want, and we can fix what HYDRA did to Bucky." Tony added. "You know everyone's got baggage."

"Not like this." You shook your head. 

"Probably true." Tony nodded. "But lucky for you, we're gentlemen and can always help with the bags." He said, causing you to let out a weak laugh.

"That was terrible." You shook your head.

"Not one of my best, but if you come with us, you'll get to hear better." Tony offered you.

"I never wanted to be HYDRA." You quietly admitted. "Before, I used to kill them if I ever came across them, and now I'm their prisoner. But even I know you don't just get out of HYDRA. Not alive, at least."

"Well, how would you and Bucky like to set a record?" Steve asked you. "Come with us, please."

Sucking in a deep breath, you looked between the two and gave them a firm nod. 

"Y/N Romanova." You introduced yourself. "If we're gonna do this, we've gotta be quick. And we have to wake up Bucky."

"Let's do it."

"Did you say Romanova?"

"And that's how I met your pops." You said to the young boy sat on your lap. 

“And then you met Daddy?” He asked, pushing his glasses up onto his nose. Smiling at the boy, you gently reached out and tapped his nose.

“And then we met Daddy.” You confirmed with a nod. “We got to adopt him and then your Daddy met your Mommy and they had you.”

“What was Daddy like as a kid?” Ben asked you as Peter entered with your three souls behind him. “Daddy!” Ben cheered, rushing towards his father.

“Baby!” Peter returned with the same amount of enthusiasm. Peter swung the boy into his arms as Bucky and Tony sat beside you and Steve came to stand behind you.

“How are you, honey?” Steve asked, leaning down to kiss your head.

“I’m good. I was just about to tell Ben all about when his Dad was a kid.” You said, smirking when Peter let out a loud groan.

“Come on, mom, no need to tell him old war stories.” He said, collapsing into a seat with Ben on his lap.

“There’s no need, but it’s fun to see you squirm.” Bucky smiled at him.

“Exactly!” Tony grinned, leaning into Bucky’s side. “Let me tell you about the time Daddy and Uncle Ned blew up my lab.”

This was the moment you wished to forever repeat. Your son and grandson at your side as well as your dushi. 

Your souls.

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[jaspidoodles]

Get to know me meme tag

I got tagged my @totty-bby and i feel bad for being kinda late w this but here goes Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better Nickname(s): Jaspii, Fotze, Mom Starsign: Capricorn Height: 5′  7″ ish Last thing i googled: AtsuOso dont judge me Fave music artist: god you want me to pick??????/ I guess I gotta say Bo Burnham Song stuck in my head: Beautiful by Eminem

Last movie i watched: Zootopia surprisingly

Last tv show i watched: rewatched Trigun because I love it so fuckin’ much

When did you create you blog?: July 2012, dont know the day What kind of stuff do I post?: lmao idek anymore whatever i think is funny or pleasant to look at Do i have any other blogs: my art blog, and my ask blog that i havent updated bc im a lazy fuck Do i get asks regularly: na not really Why did i choose my url: I saw a picture with the name and it was Jaspidot and I love Jaspidot so I did that and now I just love my url too much to change it Gender: im a chick Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw Pokemon team: Instinct Favourite colour: Purple or Navy Blue Average hours of sleep: lmao i dont have an average, I just sleep whenever and have no pattern Lucky number: 22 Favourite characters: frick um, Eddie from Class Of 3000, Karamatsu and/or Atsushi from Ososan, Jasper from Steven U, Vash from Trigun, I could go all day honestly????? Following: 2,093 jfc me calm down I dont know who to tag bc im bad at tagging ppl so I guess if youre a mutual and you wanna do this go ahead???