#you know he would tho

[trigunwritings]

helo ur works have been a delight to read so far and may i please request a stampede wolfwood x wife reader??? 👀👀👀 reader is a sniper and they got separated during a massive shoot out. wolfwood is looking for her while traveling with the gang and when wolfwood reunites with his wifey- everyones just shook cuz ‘ur married???’ lmao please thank you so muchhhshs!! 🤩🤩

(bonus if wolfwood is handsy or obsessed with his wife pls ahshd 😍)

In the oppressive midday heat, there weren’t all that many people milling about the main roadway of the town. It was a small place, without a plant of its own but stuck between two larger cities that were each a day or two’s worth of a drive either direction.

So in other words, the only place to charge up a vehicle after it goes dry and residents fully prepared to jack up the price twofold or more.

Wolfwood wasn’t unfamiliar with the strict rules of the landscape; without a way to produce their own goods, the main source of income for a town like this seemed to be in travelers passing through and staying long enough to empty a few bottles then spend an extra day recovering from a hangover. A fair business strategy, all things considered.

But the man wasn’t interested in vices like that at the moment. Despite the appearance of loafing around next to the old man’s truck, Wolfwood was in fact on guard duty. He was to make sure none of the locals got any stupid ideas while the others found a place they could charge it up and grab a few extra supplies for the next stretch of desert. It was sweltering even under the shade casted by the vehicle, but it was still better than roaming around the town all day—Wolfwood was still absolutely exhausted from having to help push the damn thing the last couple miles.

He had earned a chance to sit down and do fuck all.

Besides, his appearance did well enough to keep even the most curious of teenaged boys a fair distance away. Who would in their right mind think to antagonize a man dressed in all-black, wearing sunglasses, and carrying around a giant cross?

In fact, the man felt so comfortable in his natural source of deterrence that he was almost tempted to close his eyes and take a nap. That is, until—

A flicker of motion in his vision. It caught his attention, but it took his brain a few seconds to catch up with exactly what he saw. Could it—? No, he must have been seeing things. He stared at the doors of the saloon across the street, watching them rock back and forth from the motion of someone stepping inside just a moment before. Someone familiar.

-

The bar is relatively quiet, which isn’t uncommon for that time of day. Most folk came in shortly after sundown when the air cooled off and the wind felt lighter, but you’d gotten used to the peace of helping to clean everything up for another night of drunken travelers—much like when you had first wandered into the town, but the mechanic still doesn’t have the parts for your bike and you don’t have money for the parts. Didn’t help that the caravans coming through never had room to take on another body.

So there you are, stuck in the literal middle of the eastern patch, having to clean tables and keep drunk men from fighting one another inside the saloon to make enough money to try and get out of town.

It’s been over a month since the shootout. Though the memory is a bit hazy around the edges, you can still feel the rapid thump of your heart and the sounds of shrieking bullets flying past your head. The last time you had seen—

“Hey there-“

A man’s voice was the first to set off your instincts, the second being his hand pressing down upon your shoulder. Without meaning to you whirl around and immediately thrust out your arms at the same moment that you’re kicking his legs out from beneath him—the man crumples like paper as you fall on top of him in such a way that he’s pinned to the ground and unable to get up.

Keep the wrists apart, knees against the hips and they can’t pivot back up-

“Nicholas?!”

It’s like you’ve seen a ghost.

“Hello to you too babe,” he wheezes, and in that same breath you’re scrambling off of his body and trying to help him back onto his feet. “Lose you for a few weeks and that’s the kinda greeting I get?”

Though his humor makes you smile, you huff indignantly, “What do you expect me to do when someone sneaks up behind me?”

A moment passes, letting the two of you glance over your bodies in something of a habit. He hasn’t lost any limbs it seemed, nor gotten any major injuries since last seeing him—none that he hadn’t already healed with those vials of his. But before you can say out loud how grateful you are that he’s okay, the man—your husband—quickly wraps his arms around you in a hug so tight that it’s almost hard to breathe.

“So happy you’re safe,” he murmurs, lips near your ear and fingertips curling into the fabric of your shirt. “Thought I’d lost you. Couldn’t figure out what direction you went, didn’t see any tracks and thought…”

The words trail off. You return his hug, arms clinging to him in a desperate and grateful moment of relief.

“I’m okay,” the words are murmured into his shoulder. “Was chased for a bit before I finally got a good line of sight, and by the time I was able to walk back you were already gone.”

Wolfwood releases you only so that his hands can reach up and cup your face against his palms. Thumbs brush idly over your cheeks, and even behind the dark lenses of his glasses, you know that he’s looking at you in a way only noticed from sneaky glances and during the intense pleasure of lovemaking. Looking at you with so much love that it almost hurts.

“We’re together again,” he says, then presses his lips to yours in a kiss so quick and desperate that it steals the breath from your lungs. For a moment you think that he’s going to press on further, hands settling needily over your hips and his body crowding yours backwards until a table edge hits the back of your knees.

And then there’s a new voice—outside and distant, but the sound of it makes Nicholas go still all of a sudden.

“Ah fuck, I forgot about the damn truck.”

“The truck?” you ask curiously, raising a brow as he pulls himself away from you reluctantly.

“Long story, but let me come introduce you to the group I’m movin’ around with.”

Hand-in-hand, the two of you step out of the saloon’s swinging doors to see a truck parked across the sandy street, three people stepping around it as if searching for something in confusion. One is an older man, the second a young woman and the third a man with the brightest red jacket you’ve ever seen. He is the first one to turn his attention towards both of you, bright eyes blinking behind golden glasses.

“There he is! Yo, Wolfwood, weren’t you supposed to be with the truck?”

“Something unexpected came up,” he says, gesturing with his free hand towards you. “Want you all to meet my wife.”

The blonde stares at him, and then at you, his expression getting more and more tense in a way you couldn’t describe. Was it disgust? No—maybe confusion? His eyes look between you and Nicholas again, then towards the building behind you.

“What in the world were you doing in the saloon to get married in half an hour?”

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[technically-human]

Bisexual crisis Crystal edition

[girlbob-boypants]

Dorian: Welcome to Tevinter! As I told you, it's beautiful and amazing and cultured and also has indoor plumbing. Basically the best place ever!

The giant floating castle that kills people with fireballs if they break the law:

[bruciemilf]

More thoughts about cigarette mom! Thomas and Bruce HERE WE GO—

I just. I love mean dad Thomas, man.

Not mean in a way that makes Bruce feel small and worthless and insignificant, no, —

Mean in the sense of refusing to sugar coat and coddle because this is Gotham, and he can’t.

“Bruce I am NOT buying you that dumbass squeesh-mellow bullSHIT. Cause it’s 300 bucks, that’s why! We’re rich, not STUPID. You want it so bad, how about getting a JOB.”

Bruce is 5 years old and 4 feet of nothing and every inch his mother, which is why he could swallow the universe whole, Alfred thinks,

“I’m too CUTE for a job!”

“Well, babe, you can either be cute, or you can be broke. When you choose, let me know.”

Bruce’s first job was being Martha’s model for paintings, bringing Thomas his Budlights after long nights at the hospital, and taste tasting for Alfred.

I feel like baby Bruce was such a brat and Alfred is trained for inhuman composure. It’s kinda like watching a baby kitten try to use claws they don’t have. “Are you ready to count to 10 now?”

Thomas, not even looking up from his newspaper, “Bruce! Boy, you better listen to Al if you wanna keep your teeth, you hear me?!”

Baby Bruce called the CPS on Thomas MULTIPLE times but it’s always been for like. Dad smoked in the house again even if mommy said not to and it bothers my dolls.

[psychicbby]

imagine being one of dan’s flatmates in his first yr of uni lmfaoo??? like ok here comes this guy and like the first day he shuts himself in his room to play video games. ok cool whatever maybe he’s nervous. most of the time you never see him bc apparently he has an older friend nearby that he’s always with. when he is in the hall he’s burning pasta bc he’s cooking inept and staring down the washer bc he doesn’t understand how to do his own laundry. oh and he makes videos for youtube where he talks to himself (again this is like 2010). so after barely seeing this man the entire term you find out he’s dropped out of uni. ok whatever you never really think about him again until you’re on youtube and you see his face on the homepage. his video has like millions of views and thousands of likes. oh, there’s the friend he was spending all that time with. somehow he’s become some sort of an internet celebrity??? lmfaooooo. what a serve on dan’s part.

[buppkizz]

tf2 karaoke! 🎤🎶

(here's a list of the referenced+a couple extra songs)

[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

[choccy-milky]

ty to @icedmatchawoatmilk13 for sending this to me! i may have gone a bit overboard but this was so much fun to fill out/think about BAHAHA💖 ill still never get over how perfect the song sarah smiles is for them...the lyrics AND the fact that its an alliteration...im gonna do an animatic about seb and clora to that song one day i swear 😩 ((blank template by oakwolves!))

[megaawkwardhuman]

[tamorii]

"Hey girlie! Wanna hear me play Wonderwall?"

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[1800-lemon-boy]

I’ve seen a few headcanons (especially in fics) that Will solace actually is naturally brunette but when he was claimed by Apollo his hair turned blonde (weither it’s over time due to sun bleaching or straight away).

And I just wanted to say I love this so much purely because of how heartbreaking some of the implications can be. 🤗

It’s never happened to any Apollo campers before, Will doesn’t know why it had to happen to him, his one sense of normalcy taken away so quickly, his one connection to his previous life- gone.

Will starts to pick up quite quickly he’s not like his other siblings, he’s can’t write and is average at archery. But he can heal, better than anyone else can.

He was different from the start, he was claimed differently, and his gift was different too.

And while still struggling with what to do, at the ripe age of 12 he’s now in charge of a cabin full of kids younger than him, because he was the oldest to survive.

Just imagine how the plague powers would also affect him. Apollo himself said that it seemed Will had gained all of his good qualities and none of his bad.

How would this 15 year old feel that the same hands that can heal can cause harm?

<33

[kristoffs-lullaby]

Jealousy, Jealousy