Zeroangst Stories

I have an entire Twitter full of wholesome MCYT fanfic prompts, So why not make a bunch of nonsense for fun. All prompts are probably gonna only have one part but y'all can add on, will credit whoever I got the prompts from so give credit where it's due. Rules 1. Absolutely no smut! This are actual humans so No! 2. Little cursing as possible 3. Just get ready for wholesome nonsense •v•)👌👌👌👌

a fluffy house x wilson oneshot that had me giggling my ass off writing

Hi there! So, in this, there will NOT be anything Romantic. angst, sad, etc.! But, there WILL be Trans Dipper, fluff, sibling fluff, happy, etc.! If you do not like any thing that is going to be in here, then there is no point in reading is there?

Life is so unexpected.. Sometimes the one you're destined to be with, is as close as your seat-mate.. But whether you recognise them or not... Well, that's the whole story is about.. A/N - story line is all mine. Apologies if any resemblance to another story. Photo credit to rightful owners. Cover done by @kasuniisanka ❤ All the events are purely fiction and came out of my imagination. No disrespect meant for anyone. A little something to celebrate a personal, chance encounter experience. And a friendship to last a life time.. 🥰🥰 Happy reading. 💜💜

take a peek at aguero's lovelife as he progressively becomes a chaotic gay for bam, and bam being a soft cinnamon roll. OR: figure skater!khun and (implied) surfer!bam au.

"Aww, poor Pika. If only you weren't so short!" Leorio ruffled the shorter man's hair, enjoying the annoyed-yet-flustered look he got in return. "I'm not short! You're just freakishly tall!" "It's ok, Sunshine, you don't have to ashamed! It's really cute." Leorio used his free hand to pinch one of Kurapika's cheeks and pull, earning a more intense annoyed/flustered glare. -------------------- Basically Leorio steals Kurapika's book, shamed him for being short, and then makes him food. (Originally from AO3 idk_bored_09)

Synopsis Dr. Jiang Ling, a modern, overworked emergency physician, dies from exhaustion and transmigrates into the body of Consort Lanying, a forgotten, low-ranking concubine in the peaceful Tang Dynasty. Lanying is perfectly content with her forgotten status: she has a quiet courtyard, free food, and absolutely zero social obligations. Her only hobby is cultivating a small herb garden. The empire is ruled by Emperor Li Haotian, a man renowned for his frail health and frequent, dramatic fainting spells. The entire court is in constant mourning, terrified their beloved leader will expire. The burden of ruling falls entirely on the Crown Prince, Haotian's incredibly stressed and reluctant nephew, who has no desire to be Emperor and just wants to sleep. The comedy begins when Lanying, lazily walking back to her courtyard, happens upon the Emperor during one of his public 'faints.' While the court panics, Lanying's trained medical eye notices something crucial: his eyelid just twitched. He's faking. The Emperor, realizing he's been caught by the one person who doesn't care about his status, begins visiting Lanying's quiet, garden-filled courtyard. He loves that she is blunt, non-clingy, and treats him like a regular (annoying) person, a stark contrast to the dramatic, weepy consorts of the Inner Court. Their dynamic evolves into a partnership. To escape the palace, they begin sneaking out disguised as commoners-she to heal the poor in the city, he to playfully help those in need and taste street food, finally seeing the world he rules.