ɴɪɴᴊᴀɢᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴs ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴘᴛ. 4 [ ғɪɴᴀʟᴇ]

✘ Inconvenient Solutions.

Krux had left you both to do the dishes, turning into a pointless debate about who should do it. Guess who gave up?

#TAGS: Pure fluff, No trigger warnings, Your pronounce isn't specified as a 'she' so it can be kept as gender neutral, Potentially OOC, Romantic or Platonic you decide.

A/N: DAMN I DIDN'T REALIZED THAT I DISSAPEARED FOR LIKE A MONTH?? I really need to get my mental health checked out. 🥶

⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆

ᨏᨐ———【𖥸】———ᨐᨏ

Krux had barely left the room when the responsibility fell squarely on you and Acronix. The sink was full of dirty dishes, remnants of meals and snacks that had been happily consumed without a second thought about the aftermath. With Krux off attending to some whatever task he has, he’d passed the burden onto the two of you—a decision he would undoubtedly regret if he returned to find the task still unresolved.

“Alright,” Acronix began, rolling up his sleeves and leaning casually against the counter. “You heard the old man. Let’s get these dishes done.”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “We? You mean you get the dishes done. I’m not touching those.”

“Oh, please,” he scoffed, smirking. “You’re just as responsible for this mess as I am. Why don’t you start?”

And thus, the great debate began.

For what felt like hours, the two of you went back and forth, each refusing to budge. Every argument was countered with a sharper one, every excuse met with an equal bet.

“I cooked dinner yesterday!” you argued, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Yeah? Well, I cleaned the table afterward!” he shot back, crossing his arms.

“That doesn’t count! You just wiped it down with one of those lazy hand wipes and called it a day!”

“Details, details,” he said, waving you off. “Look, the point is, I’ve done my part. It’s your turn.”

At some point, the verbal sparring wasn’t enough, so the two of you resorted to a tried-and-true method of conflict of: rock-paper-scissors.

“Ready?” you said, holding out your fist.

“Always,” Acronix replied, smirking with confidence.

“Rock… paper… scissors… SHOOT!”

You both threw scissors.

“Again,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes.

“Rock… paper… scissors… SHOOT!”

Scissors. Again.

This went on for an absurd number of rounds, each one ending in a tie. It wasn’t just frustrating—it was eerie how perfectly in sync the two of you were, neither willing to back down either.

“This is ridiculous!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “We’ll be here all night at this rate!”

“Hey, don’t blame me for your lack of originality,” Acronix quipped, clearly enjoying the standoff.

You glared at him, but eventually, exhaustion got the better of you. With a dramatic sigh, you threw in the towel. “Fine. I’ll do the stupid dishes. I guess I’m just born to be a housewife or something.”

You didn’t think much of the comment as you turned toward the sink, but Acronix froze. “Housewife?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly.

You glanced over your shoulder at him, confused. “What? Yeah, housewife. You know, someone who gets stuck doing all the chores while everyone else gets to slack off. Sound familiar? ”

But Acronix wasn’t listening anymore. His expression had shifted into one of pure disbelief, striked with something you couldn’t quite place. “Housewife?” he muttered again, almost to himself. “No. No way. I’m not having you call yourself that.”

Before you could process what was happening, he marched over to the sink, elbowing you gently out of the way. “Step aside,” he said firmly.

“Wait, what??” you asked, baffled.

“I’m doing the dishes,” he declared, grabbing the sponge and turning on the water. “If anyone’s going to be stuck with house chores, it’s me. I’ll show you what a real husband does. You’re not taking on that role, not on my watch.”

You blinked, stunned into silence as Acronix dove into the task with an intensity you’d never seen before. He scrubbed, rinsed, and stacked dishes like a man on a mission, muttering something about “fairness” and “proper roles” under his breath.

“Uh… Acronix?” you finally managed to say.

“What?” he snapped, though not unkindly.

“You do realize this whole argument was about both of us being too lazy to do the dishes, right? Now you’re acting like you’re competing for ‘Husband of the Year’ or something.”

“Exactly,” he said, not missing a beat. “If you think for one second I’m going to let you call yourself a housewife, you’ve got another thing coming. I’m perfectly capable of handling this.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a mix of amusement and disbelief bubbling up inside you. “Okay, Mr. Perfect Husband. Let’s see if you can keep this up when Krux asks who cleaned the dishes.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” he said, flashing you a grin over his shoulder. “By the time I’m done, these dishes will be so spotless even Krux will be impressed. And you? You can relax. You’ve earned it.”

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you leaned back against the counter, watching as Acronix continued his self-imposed mission. It was ridiculous, and entirely unnecessary—but also strangely....endearing?

“Fine,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But don’t expect me to call you my hero or anything.”

“Too late,” he teased, winking at you. “I already know I am.”

©leftalpacavoid 2024

Ninjago X Reader Incorrect Quotes. #1

Krux: You'd better make the apparatus, You know what happens if you don't.

Cyrus Borg: Absolutely not! I will not agree to this.

Also Cyrus Borg:

You: Hey uh honey, Would it be okay if you fixed this..? I hope it's not too much of a trouble—

Cyrus Borg: Of course my love anything for you. <33 *Fixes it and makes it so durable it will never break again.* Here you go darling. <3

You: Thank you! (≧▽≦)♡♡♡

Acronix and Krux in the background: 😡😡

Never stop writing bro, I love your x readers❤️

ILYSM THIS JUST MADE MY DAY ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍♡

I LOVE YOUUUUU ♥︎

Want someone to eat the nsfw anon?

Because I will.

Sure, nsfw is fun and all but if someone says they don't want to make that stuff it's not that hard to respect that. >:(

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Thank you for this anon ur the best 🙏 Dw pookie I'll deal with it <333

THE TOURNAMENT IS OUT. VOTE ACRONIX!!!

YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT. GO VOTE FOR HIM!

I DREW AGENT JAY TO DW POOKIE I GOT YOU

Finished it 5 muinets ago. Tempted to do acronix.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD YOU ARE SO TALENTED ILYYY <33333

'𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞' 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

⪼〖𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! READER〗

Tags: Fluff.

Warnings?: None.

➢ 『 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 』

⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆

⪼ Bro is the type to make a scene out of his affection, like he wants the world to know he’s with you. Acronix doesn’t do anything halfway—he’ll throw an arm around your shoulders, crack a cocky grin, and make sure everyone knows you’re his. He’s proud of it, and he’s got no reason to hide it.

⪼ Bro is the type to turn everything into a challenge just to keep you entertained. Whether it’s a casual bet or some spur-of-the-moment contest, he’s all about the thrill. He’ll look at you with that smirk like, “Bet you can’t beat me at this,” even if he’s only doing it to see you laugh.

⪼ Bro is the type to brush off danger, but he’ll always make sure you’re safe. He’d charge headfirst into any situation without a second thought, but when it comes to you, he’s weirdly careful. He’ll talk big, claiming you can handle anything, but you’ll always notice he positions himself between you and the chaos.

⪼ Bro is the type to flirt like it’s his last day on Earth, every single time. No matter how long you’ve been together, he acts like he’s still trying to win you over. He’ll lean in close, say something charming with that look in his eyes, just to watch your reaction.

⪼ Bro is the type to keep things exciting, just to make you smile. He’ll randomly grab your hand and drag you off somewhere just because he’s got an idea for something fun. With Acronix, there’s no such thing as a dull moment, and he’s constantly coming up with wild plans, if only to keep you guessing.

⪼ Bro is the type to be fiercely loyal, even if he doesn’t say it outright. He might tease, he might joke, but at the end of the day, he’s all in. He doesn’t do halfway, especially when it comes to you. You don’t have to question where he stands—his actions make it clear he’s on your side, no matter what.

⪼ Bro is the type to act like he doesn’t care but will absolutely throw hands if anyone messes with you. He’ll pretend he’s unaffected, like it doesn’t get to him, but if someone crosses the line, he’s the first one there, ready to remind them who they’re dealing with.

⪼ Bro is the type to keep you on your toes with his intensity. Acronix doesn’t just love you; he’s consumed by it. When he looks at you, it’s like you’re the only thing in the room, his gaze sharp and unwavering. You’ll feel it in every glance, every touch—it’s like he’s saying, “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

⪼ Bro is the type to act tough but low-key melts when you show him you care back. He’ll play it cool, acting like your affection doesn’t faze him, but the second you return the favor, he’s caught off guard. He might try to brush it off, but he’s left with this stunned look, secretly loving every second.

⪼ Bro is the type to treat every moment with you like it’s an adventure. Even in the quiet moments, he’s got this restless energy, like he can’t believe he’s with you. Whether you’re in the middle of some high-stakes situation or just sitting around talking, he’s there, living for the thrill of it all—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

what are these people yapping about. Im Obsessed with your writing so uhm keep doing your stuff ig

I actually love or writing tho the yappers can go yap somewhere else

Thank you for providing us with the twins we have been deprived of.

One of the most genuine words I first time heard in a long time, even if I'm not the best at it I still provide just for you guys, I really appreciated it and words like these keeps me going to push my best no matter what and I was really touched because you all acknowledge it too.

Me to this anon:

Thank you darling <3

My personal headcanon is that the Vermillion Warriors aren’t entirely familiar with human concepts like “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” because those terms are specific to human culture. They wouldn’t associate relationships with social expectations like humans do (ex., romance, dating, or fitting into modern relationship norms). Instead, their focus would be entirely driven by instinct. They might view human relationships as unnecessary or overly complicated. Their behavior is more akin to animals, where a male courts a female by competing with rivals to prove himself as a worthy mate for life. The Vermillion Warriors follow similar instincts, needing to demonstrate their capability to protect, provide, and prove their superiority over others. This aligns with their drive to show strength and worthiness, and earning the title of a successful mate. That’s why they use the term “mate” for their significant other. Because it carries a deeper meaning to them than typical human relationships. When they call you their mate, it signifies that they’ve chosen you as someone to share their life with—a partner they want to protect, provide for, and remain loyal to.

And that all sums up my thoughts.

[I should start writing instead of yapping my bad—]

Oh to be loved.

A/n: Kind of a vent? Barely hanging on at the moment.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the curtains, casting a silvery sheen on everything. You and Acronix were tangled up in the warmth of each other on the couch, the world outside forgotten. It was one of those rare, quiet moments when everything felt peaceful—or at least it should have.

You sat with him close, his body relaxed against yours. Your hands cupped his face gently, your thumbs stroking his cheekbones in a repetitive, soothing motion. Acronix closed his eyes, leaning into your touch with an almost boyish smile, clearly enjoying the attention. He looked so serene, so content, that it made your chest ache.

But something wasn’t right.

Under your hands, his face felt so solid, so real, but it was like your own skin betrayed you. The sensation was faint, dull, as if a barrier existed between you. Your fingers felt numb, your chest heavy. The thoughts crept in, unbidden and cruel.

Why am I even here? Why does he want me? He could have anyone, someone stronger, someone better.

You don't deserve him.

You blinked rapidly, trying to force the thoughts away, but they only grew louder, echoing in your mind. Your hands trembled slightly as you continued to hold him, desperate to cling to the moment even as the numbness spread through you like a poison.

Acronix, ever attuned to you, opened his eyes when he felt the subtle tremor in your touch. "Hey," he said softly, his voice laced with gentle concern. His hazel eyes searched your face, and he instantly noticed the tears slipping silently down your cheeks.

His brow furrowed as he straightened slightly, his hands moving to cover yours, holding them firmly against his face. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone urgent but tender. "Talk to me."

You tried to shake your head, to dismiss it, but the words spilled out before you could stop them. "I… I don’t deserve you," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Why would you choose me? I’m just—"

You felt unloved.

Why him? You don't deserve him, he deserves someone better, stronger, stronger than you, or better yet, It would've been solved if only you had just gone off of this world—

"Stop," Acronix interrupted firmly, his hands tightening around yours. He sat up fully now, his expression serious but soft, his gaze locking onto yours. "Don’t do that. Don’t talk about yourself like that."

You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you. "Hey," he said again, his voice gentler this time. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, you met his eyes, your vision blurred with tears. "I’m not enough," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "I’m not strong or reliable. I’m just… me."

For a moment, Acronix said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, with deliberate care, he brought your hands down from his face and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Listen to me," he began, his voice steady. "You are more than enough. You’re not some ‘option’ I settled for. You’re the person I chose, the person I want, and I’ll keep choosing you every single time."

His words made your breath hitch, but the ache in your chest remained. He sighed softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "You’re not perfect," he continued, "and guess what? Neither am I. But that’s not what this is about. This—" he gestured between the two of you, "—is about being there for each other. And right now, I’m here for you, just like you’ve always been here for me."

Tears continued to stream down your face as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. "You don’t have to be ‘strong’ all the time," he murmured, one hand running through your hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on your back. "And you’re not unreliable, okay? You’re human. You feel things. That’s what makes you… you. And that’s who I love."

His words finally broke through the wall of numbness, and you clung to him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. Acronix didn’t let go, didn’t rush you. He just held you, letting you pour out every ounce of pain and insecurity.

It took a long hour before your sobs eventually subsided into quiet sniffles, he pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands, mirroring the way you had held him earlier. "You’re not going to get rid of me that easily," he teased softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

Despite everything, you managed a small, attempt wobbly smile, and he grinned in response. "There’s my favorite smile," he said, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips.

He kept you close for the rest of the night, refusing to let you go back into those dark thoughts. Whenever you started to doubt yourself, he was there with a gentle reminder, a soft touch, a reassuring smile. And even though the ache in your chest didn’t disappear entirely, it was easier to bear with him by your side, holding you together when you couldn’t do it on your own.

He'll hold you as long as you wanted.

You can never be alone when you have him.

©leftalpacavoid 2025.