I Have A Severe Wx X Reader Deficiency And Have Nothing To Cure It With

I have a severe wx x reader deficiency and have nothing to cure it with

could you write a cute fic about reader being super cuddly and WX likes it but is too prideful/narcissistic to admit it?

-WX has never really been one for “affection.” Actively avoiding anyone who would show them any.

- that’s why when you eventually rolled around, spewing friendship at them like a faulty water hose. They avoided you like the plague.

- The other survivors were a little worried about your commitment to the robot.

- Everyone in the constant knows WX hates any ‘fleshling’ no matter who it is. But WX hasn’t even began to see how far you’ll go to warm up to them.

- And that’s what it started as, a simple attempt to befriend the prickly automaton.

- this went on for months.

- you would attempt to start conversations with them. They would walk away.

- You would give them your portion of food. They would eat it without a thank you.

- You would handle their share of chores. They would go spend the rest of the day spending time alone. (You can’t help but see their enjoyment at the day to themself.

- You get hurt getting him gears. “YOU IDIOTIC FESTERING FLESHLING, CAN YOU GROW A FEW NURONS IN ORDER TO PREVENT YOURSELF FROM GETTING FOOLISHLY INJURED.” They yell at you while carrying to to camp bridal style.

- Gosh darn it. They fell right into your trap.

- You’ve been planning this from the beginning haven’t you?

- let’s just say, they fell first, you fell harder.

- everyone, even Charlie, is absolutely flabbergasted at how you somehow managed to rizz up a soulless robot.

- You cling to them whenever possible, when your eating, sleeping, running, screaming, plotting, etc.

- WX has much too much pride to admit how much they love it.

- They don’t want any of the other survivors to know how you make the gears inside them grind. (Affectionately)

- only you can feel how much their cold exterior heats up when you hug them at night.

- although, your pretty sure everyone can guess how much they love you.

Animation for Artistic Angel Lucas’ WoF MAP DARKWOOD :)

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Don’t starve x reader requests!!

You can message your requests. No lemon for now. No creepy requests. I can do yandere stuff. I can do a little lime. I will do both male and female characters (including non-binary WX) but I would rather write male characters because even through I'm pan, I don't want people to over sexualize stuff. And as I am a girl, I would probably write it in a female perspective (unless requested otherwise).

ABSOLUTELY NO ROMANTIC STUFF FOR CHILD CHARACTERS!!! But sibling, parental figure, or friend requests are ok.

You can send in cool requests like self aware requests, or angst requests.

Requests are open!

have you eaten yet? (ArvenxReader)

Summary: You’re everywhere, always, helping everyone all the time because you’re as kind as you are strong. You saved the academy and you saved Paldea and helped him out too, what with those Herba Mystica, so Arven wants to show you how much he loves you give back in the way he does best! Everyone loves homecooked meals, right? So why can’t he spit it out so that’s why the words so often falling from his lips are

“Hey, little buddy! Have you eaten yet?”

Word Count: 6173 Warnings: Game spoilers Author’s Note: this was sprouted from shower thoughts!!! Oughgh I love arven!!!! Just thinking about what your little journey could be like from his perspective AND IF HE WAS FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU .but also has inner conflict bc this guy really needs a hug. please enjoy!! :) - missusk

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“Have you eaten yet, Arven?” came a call from the lighthouse.

“No!” the child said enthusiastically, bounding up the dirt hill to his dear father. A Maschiff was hot on his heels, panting alongside the boy after their rigorous game of fetch-and-chase. The sun was beginning to set, with rays of gold glimmering on their toothy smiles.

“Well come on,” Dad chuckled. “Let’s cook together before I have to get back to work.”

“Okay!” Arven replied, giddy with anticipation in what he’d get to cook with his favorite person in the whole wide world. What would it be today? Pasta? Curry? It’s been so long since they last ate together, and now they can cook together too?!

“You didn’t peek at that new book, did you?” Dad asked from the lighthouse. Arven faltered in his run home. Whoops, he didn’t put the storybook away correctly, did he…?

“Uh-“

There came a chuckle, then a tousle of his hair as Arven finally reached the threshold of their small home. Arven clung with sticky fingers to his father’s dress pants in a quick apology.

“Well, that might’ve spoiled it, but let’s read from it together after dinner, shall we?”

“Okay!” Arven said through a now-guiltless grin, kicking off his boots as they walked together into the lab. “Can we have sandwiches?” He hoped that sounded like an innocent, totally random request, and certainly not inspired by a storybook he didn’t steal a glimpse of earlier that day when Dad was busy.

“Of course, my son.”

Those words were so seemingly inconsequential at the time, but as Arven sits drumming his fingers on the doodle-smudged desk, watching the second hand of the clock tick-tick-tick by, he only wished he remembered more of those seemingly inconsequential times. He heaves out a sigh – whatever, those thoughts haven’t gotten him anywhere before, and it’s not like anything would change by thinking about it more today.

“Phones away, please,” came Mr. Saguaro’s voice, interrupting Arven’s hazy sepia-toned memory like a shock of bright blue. “Before we begin class, I’d like to introduce our new transfer student.”

Oh? A new student in this part of the term? That was interesting enough to draw his attention away from missing his dad the hangnail he kept picking at.

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