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cozage · 1 year

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Hey hey hey! It's me again XD I'm here to send you another angst request and you can write it with any OP charaters that you like! The request is how they would react to their s/o dying unexpectedly from an illness but when they kissed them goodbye on the lips, their s/o came back to life and said 'your love is my cure' or other cheesy phrases cuz Idk what to write lol ?

A/N: RAINBOWSTAR HI IVE MISSED YOU I HOPE YOU ARE WELL

Characters: reader x Law, Luffy, Zoro

Cw: reader death, angst

Total word count: 800

True Love's Kiss

Law

He can’t figure out why your heart rate is dropping so fast. He’s done everything he could to try and help you, but nothing is working.

Your heart stops, and he’s in a full panic now. Immediately starting CPR. Praying to anything and anyone to let you live somehow.

When he presses his lips to yours, he’s desperately hoping for a miracle.

He hesitates just a moment before breathing air into your lungs, and he’s startled to see your eyes fly open.

A gasp escapes your mouth, and he looks at you, unbelieving that you’re really still alive.

He buries his face in your chest, taking a few uneasy breaths and trying not to cry from the relief of you being okay.

You comb your fingers through his hair and steady yourself, trying to recall what happened or why he’s reacting this way, until he finally speaks.

“You died,” he says. His voice is thick with tears, which you try your best to ignore. If Law is crying, then it must’ve been serious.

“You saved me,” you reply. You don’t feel like you have just died. Just like you woke up from a really long nap.

“No, I couldn’t. I couldn’t do any-“

“I’m alive now aren’t I?” You ask. “I guess your lips really can heal anything”.

He’s so thankful that you’re alive, he doesn’t even respond to your stupid joke

Luffy

He’s shaking you, begging you to come back to him. He’s screaming and sobbing and impossible to console.

Zoro tries to pull him away so Chopper can treat you, but Luffy knows. He’s been here before.

Chopper knows too. Everyone knows. So they just sit and watch their captain fall apart.

He’s clutching you to his chest, he doesn’t want anyone else near you or touching you. He’s still sobbing, but it’s growing softer into whimpers.

He gives you soft kisses across your face, silent pleas for you to wake up. His lips finally meet yours, a final goodbye to you.

A soft gasp escapes your lips, and the entire crew takes back a step in shock.

“Luffy?” You groan, still pressed against him so tightly it hurts. “You’re crushing me.”

He just holds you tighter, returning to hard sobbing again. “Stay with me,” he chokes out. “Please don’t die.”

“That’s impossible,” Chopper whispers. “Y/N was dead.”

You take a second to process. “I guess a true love's kiss brought me back.”

“If I give you more, you better live forever,” Luffy says, covering you in even more kisses.

Zoro

He carries your limp body to Chopper, begging him to fix you. But he knows it’s too late. He doesn’t know what you were hit by, but he knew when he pressed his head against your chest, your heart was still.

He lays you on the ground for Chopper to run an examination. Chopper confirms his worst fear. It was too late.

He holds you, running his hands through your hair, whispering words of apologies to you. He blames himself, of course. He wasn’t strong enough to keep you safe.

He presses his lips into your forehead first, taking a deep inhale to try and remember your smell. He’s having trouble accepting the fact he’ll never smell your shampoo again, never see your smile.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

He moves his lips down to yours, giving you one last kiss as a goodbye. He pulls away to find your eyes staring at him, scared to see him so sad.

He drops you in shock, his face contorting into a weird mix of confusion and joy. He doesn’t know how to feel or what’s going on, and you're just as confused.

“What the hell?” he yelled, prompting Chopper to look up and see you alive and well. The reindeer screams while you look at your boyfriend in confusion.

“What?” you ask, irritated that was his reaction to kissing you.

Zoro just stares at you, mouth agape. You can see his eyes are still watery, and the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds until Chopper screams. “You were dead, Y/N! Really dead!”

“No I wasn’t,” you shoot back, trying to hide your panic.

“You were,” Zoro whispered. He lunged at you, his lips pressing against yours for a long time.

You finally push him off of you, gasping for air. “Damn, Zoro! Don’t kill me again!” you said, feigning a coughing fit. “Although, I guess you could, as long as you bring me back with another kiss, mmkay?”

Before he has the chance to say something snarky back, you lean in for another kiss, and he happily accepts it.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months

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Dirty Work 45

Joyous Walpurgisnacht: Part III

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

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Thor’s large hands drag along your shoulders as he tugs down the straps of your dress. Fear courses through your veins as your head pulses from impact. You blink, trying to see through the dark as his broad figure blocks out any light. You quiver, hands clumsily moving over the dirt, flailing as you throw them up against his stomach.

“St-op,” you choke out, head lolling as you try to shake off the vertigo, “ple-ease.”

“Shh, little maid, it’ll be over soon,” he coaxes as he traces the edge of your bodice, “isn’t that how it goes, eh? You do the dirty work with a smile on your face.” He grabs your chin, his hand cupping the lower half of your face, “give me a smile, little maid.”

You babble as your lashes flutter. Your eyes well with tears as you tell yourself it isn’t real. It can’t be.

“Aw,” leans over you, “are you going to cry for me? How cute.”

“Please…” you wilt.

“Mm, yes, you can beg,” he snarls, “eh, little maid, if my brother won’t put you in your place, I’ll be more than happy to do his duty. As always,” he sits up again, gruffly shoving your head to the side. Your tears flow over as you quake with sobs.

You grasp at his shirt desperately, trying to shove him off, trying to wriggle free from between his thick thighs.

“You must remember where you belong,” he spits, “in the dirt.” He covers your face with his hand and pushes your head into the ground. You whimper and swing your arm out desperately.

He trails his finger down to your bodice again, jolting you as he yanks, the zipper popping as the fabric slackens. The dress droops down your torso and he pushes it to crumple around your waist. You murmur and cover yourself with your arms.

He hisses and grabs your wrists, once more pinning them beside your head. He bends over you, sliding down your body. He holds himself above you, nuzzling along your neck as you quake. He nips at your neck, pinching meanly as you cry out.

“Please, please, please,” you whisper, “please, why…”

“There once was a little maid,” he snarls and bites you again, “bid to work upon her knees,” his teeth tear at you, “but she would not obey…” his beard tickles along your chest and he sinks his teeth around the swell of your breast.

You squeak and spasm at the pain. He only squeezes harder and harder, until you feel the flesh break. He unlatches from your flesh and growls, “and as her master would not remind her, it was up to his brother to discipline the errant maid.”

You choke on your sobs, nearly gagging with horror as he swirls his tongue around your nipple. He lets go of your wrists, one hand locking on your throat as the other creeps down your side. He lifts himself, moving his knees between your legs. He splays you wide as he pulls your skirt higher and higher.

You hear a screech. Is it you!? No, it can’t be, you can’t breathe. He squeezes until your head pounds. You beat on his shoulders weakly, heels bouncing off the ground. His hand grazes along your thigh and his fingers flick along the front of your panties.

Another horrid squawk, echoing all around. Then again, and again, and again. Like some distorted horn. There’s a flapping up in the branches and twigs snap in the grass. You close your eyes as you surrender. You can’t fight him. He’s too strong.

You deserve this. You are just the upstart maid. Laufeyson could never want any more of you than this. It hardly matters that it isn’t him. It’s all you’re good for.

Thor’s fingers dip beneath the thin fabric and scratch between your folds. You whimper and cough. He presses against your entrance gruffly and your insides clench. He prods at you then suddenly, all once, he rips his hand away, his weight collapsing onto you.

He grunts as he’s shoved off of you. A tall shadow kicks his ribs, over and over, several times. Thor rolls onto his back, catches the foot aimed at his middle and wrenches the man off kilter. You hack and huff as suck in air through your burning throat.

You push yourself up on one elbow, watching as the bodies tangle in each other, their grunts and groans interspersed with the sounds of violence. The moonlight leaks in between the branches above and a shadow flits across, a wide wingspan soaring over you.

You look up as Fossegrim dives down and sweeps back up with a mighty squawk, ‘lady’.

You squint at the chaos. Loki’s black hair hangs down as he hurls a fist down at his brother. Suddenly, he’s knocked onto his back and Thor rolls over him, laying a punch into his stomach. Loki puffs and moans, throwing an elbow down helplessly. The blond lands another blow, a mulching crack curdling the air.

You bend your legs, getting your feet under you. Your blood flows hot and your body tingles. Your vision is doubled, further skewed by the dim. You search around as Fossegrim plunges again, snapping at Thor’s golden strands.

You stagger around, your eyes falling to a thick branch across the ground. You bend, nearly falling onto your face, and grip the rough bark. You hear the men fighting still. Growls and sneers and horrid thuds.

“Animal…” Loki bites out.

You turn, the branch dragging heavily in the dirt as you drag it. Thor sits back, just as he did over you. He raises an arm and you lift the branch. You swing it before he can do the same, putting all your weight into the effort. You spin as you bring it down on his back, letting go as it makes contact and slipping down to your knees.

You fall onto your hands, disoriented as blood clogs your nose. Thor’s shadow rises over you and you look up, blinking as the moon outlines his silhouette. Loki pants as he lays in the dirt.

“Thor…” He says, “don’t–”

“Enough, brother,” Thor stomps his stomach, making him wheeze. He steps over his brother as he faces you, “I didn’t know you liked to watch but I don’t mind an audience.”

Thor lumbers towards you, wiping his face as he snickers. He stands over you as you cower, slipping onto your ass as you raise a hand over you. He grunts and staggers, a pathetic squeak rising from his throat as he cups the front of his pants.

You see Loki’s fist unhook from between his brother’s legs as the large man falters and drops to his knees. You move out of the way as he plants his hand and heaves. You kick him, as hard as you can and he falls to his side.

“That is low, brother,” he rasps.

“Don’t speak to me… of low,” Loki stands unsteadily, “if you have any semblance of a brain, you will stand down.”

Thor laughs and tilts his face up, “why would I–”

Loki doesn’t wait for him to finish his taunt. He lifts his foot and brings it across Thor’s cheek, knocking him onto his shoulder. He kicks him again and again. As he goes for a fourth, you crawl to him and touch the leg of his stained pants.

“Please… no more,” you beg as you look over at Thor’s unmoving figure.

Loki puts his foot on the ground as he peers down at you. He turns and bends his knees, squatting before you as he pulls your dress straight, fixing the straps through the fabric hangs loose. He grips your shoulders as he watches you, his face shrouded in the darkness.

He scoops you up without a word. As he stands, Fossegrim flies down and lands on his shoulder. Still, Loki does not speak. He only carries you through the trees, his heartbeat thumping beneath his shallow breaths. You lean your head against him, the last of your strength whittled away.

He doesn’t take you towards the noise of the party. He keeps to the pathways and the trails, following the far edge of the stone wall and up around the front of the house, well away from the lights that shine on the festivities. He does not miss a step as he carries you through the front door and up the staircase, not stopping until there’s a closed door at his back.

This isn’t your room. You’ve never been here. It must be his. He lays you down on the bed as the bird flutters off his shoulder, landing on the high post of the bed. You look up at the blue splotch of feathers bobbing above you.

You feel your energy slake away as the adrenaline seeps out. You stare up at the ceiling as you sense his movement all around you. The open and closes of drawers and doors, the steady, unshakeable pacing of leather soles.

Then at once, he’s standing over you, a trickle of dried blood from his brow to his chin. His cheek is swelling and discoloured and his hair mussed and dusted with dirt. He sits on the edge of the bed and dotes on you with a cool, stinging swap. You moan as your nose throbs, your entire skull thrumming at his touch.

He works methodically before he disappears again. Time ripples as if everything around you is submerged in water. He returns and slides open the window next to the bed. He shoos the bird and it leaves with a shrill squawk. He sighs and lifts you from the mattress.

Your head droops back over his arm as he carries you from the room. The descent has your head swirling and you close your eyes. You quiver as you smell the stench of dirt and grass on his stained clothing. You feel as if you’re being smothered again. You reach to touch the front of his shirt. He’s there, you’re okay. You clutch the fabric as he brings you out the front door into the cool night.

You open your eyes at the glare of light. There’s a black car waiting, a glowing sign mounted on top. A taxi. He eases you into the seat and buckles you in before rounding to the other side. The car shifts as he gets in and bids the driver to a hospital.

You slump against the door, lights gleaming in your vision. You watch the colours streak by, arms limp as you let the world spin around you.

You feel a warmth on your hand and your arm is dragged across the seat. Your head lolls as you glance over at Loki. He clasps your hand tight, his jaw locked as he stares ahead.

“I’m okay,” you say groggily.

“We will make sure of it,” he says, squeezing your hand.

“And you too,” you reply.

He looks at you, “me?”

“You’re hurt…” you murmur, “you…”

He hushes you, “it’s fine, we will see a doctor and sort it out after.”

You nod and let your eyes close. When you open them again, the taxi is still. You let Loki take over. He guides you from the car into the bright lights of the hospital. He sits you down in a plastic chair after you see a woman in blue scrubs. He pulls you against him, an arm draped over your shoulders.

“Ugh,” he leans his head back, “too much whiskey.”

You nestle into him, tired but wide awake. Your head splits and your nose pulses, but neither hurt as bad as your heart. A doctor can fix the damage Thor’s done, but can you heal what the wounds left by the man beside you?

The clock ticks on. You watch others come and go from the blindingly white room. Your name is called and Loki helps you to your feet. He walks you through the automatic doors and down the wide hallways. You enter a room and he lifts you to sit on the bed with the paper sheet.

He lets you go, biding his time as he browses the posters on the wall. You stare at your twiddling fingers as you wait. A doctor appears, he introduces himself as Dr. Ghent, and checks your nose. He doesn’t ask how it happened.

“Ow,” you hiss as he applies a plaster to your nose.

“It’s broken,” he says.

“Be gentle,” Loki crosses his arms as he approaches.

“Mm,” the doctor hums curtly, “if I didn’t recognise you, I might file a report with the PD.”

Loki frowns, “hiking accident, hardly worth the paper.”

The doctor doesn’t look convinced as he continues his work, a hard splint along the bridge of your nose. He takes you through a few tests with a light and listens to your heart. He rubs his forehead.

“Concussed,” he declares, “you will need to take it easy. Both of you appear to need it.”

You mutter and hug yourself. The doctor faces Loki and puts his hands on his hips, “your turn.”

“Pardon?” Loki squints, wincing as his left eye is nearly swollen shut.

“Let me stitch your brow, at least,” the doctor insists, “and I won’t mention the smell of rye reeking off of you.”

Loki sighs but lets the doctor tend to him. You watch, noticing how Loki’s hand shakes at his side. His knuckles are bruised and scraped. His tailored white attire is streaked in green and brown and red. He’s a mess. As much of one as you’ve ever witnessed.

You look down at yourself. Your dress is in a similar state, barely held up by the loose straps, the skirt shorn by the thorns and thickets, burrs caught in the mulched flowers. Your legs are scratched from your foray into the wilderness, your arms too.

“Might I suggest you don’t hike with a bottle of whiskey?” Dr. Ghent rebukes as he washes his hands.

“Oh, you will not see us again,” Loki promises as he approaches you, holding out a hand. “Come.”

You accept and let him help you down. He takes you from the room, striding down the halls but not too quick for you. As you get to the front doors, he stops and looks up at the moonlight.

“We will sleep at a hotel,” he says, “and in the morning, we are gone.”

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as-is-above-so-below · 1 year

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Let's Have a Baby 2.0

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes call sign: Freyja warning: implied sexual content, MDNI Note: A special thank you to @lethalchiralium and @peachesofteal for workshopping with me, per usual, and for being the best beta! Enjoy and blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

Simon Riley did not cry when his first daughter was born.

He didn’t know how to process his grief amid his love’s agony and emptiness. She spent days on end, curled into the plush rocker in the corner of the empty nursery or lying flat on her back, staring at the white ceiling. His guilt was no match for her shame – as she clutched the tiny hospital blanket to her chest, sobbing that she couldn’t name her. Couldn’t name the daughter that they didn’t get to bring home.

Her wails – I’m sorry I’m weak, Please don’t hate me, I'm fucking useless – echoed in Simon’s mind when he named that baby. He knew, in his heart, that Freyja loved her with her entire being, everything she had. He knew that, if she could, she would have picked the most beautiful name, better than anything he could have come up with on his own. So he named her after his wife, so his daughter would never leave his mind.

When Joan Vanadís was born, Simon stared at her for hours. He memorized every detail of her soft features, inhaled her scent, and poured over her deep brown eyes and button nose. His wife barely got to hold her in her first day of life. Sure, he had cried, as many fathers do in the delivery room. He was completely unsure of how it was possible that he helped create this beautiful, innocent little person.

But his son, oh his son, was an entirely different animal.

Where Joanie came roaring into the world, Arthur Simon was quiet. Quiet like his father, but the spitting image of his mum, minus Simon’s curved nose (Poor thing, he thought). The gentle cry from such a delicate thing broke whatever terrified stupor he’d been in since learning that they were having a boy. The doctor placed the blue bundle on his wife’s chest, and he instantly broke down. The ‘big bad Ghost’ was a blubbering mess as their son’s small hand curled into her skin, his eyes closed, and his mouth curled into a frown. He hesitated, hand hovering over the boy until Freyja’s came and pressed his palm into the tiny body, much smaller than Joanie’s when she was born. The steady rhythm of Arthur’s little lungs working underneath his fingertips made something inside his chest snap and crumble into dust.

Whatever fear he had about having a son was gone. As he had promised their daughters, he again swore that he would be better. Better than his father. He promised he would raise Arthur the way he should have been.

In the months that followed, taking care of his son healed a piece of Simon Riley. A piece that needed the father he had fought so hard to be.

The newborn seemed to have that effect on people, particularly overgrown men.

Arthur’s godfathers and grandfather returned to England about three months after he was born. Johnny brought his partners by the second they stepped off the plane, not even offering time to dress down in civilian clothes.

König was the first in the house, carrying his and Roach’s duffels as Johnny snuck in a moment alone with their partner outside. Freyja appeared, almost making him jump out of his skin at her sudden appearance.

“Herrgott, Kapitän!” he cried, hand on his pounding heart. “You scared me.”

Freyja had Artie strapped to her chest, sucking happily on his pacifier as he stared up at her face. He was already a certifiable mama’s boy, always enamored with her and clinging to her at every waking moment (and then some). “Oh, thank god,” she sighed, unraveling the fabric from her waist and shoulders. “I need a nap.”

His eyes blew wide through the holes of his hood, and he quickly stepped back. “Nein, Freyja, ich will ihn erschrecken—”

“König, nimm deinen Patensohn.” She didn’t allow him any time to hesitate, pressing the baby against his chest. The Austrian immediately dropped the bags from his shoulders, wrapped one arm under the baby’s bum, and rested one large hand against his back.

“Freyja–!”

She was gone.

König desperately wanted to give him back. He couldn’t take the heartbreak of another kid, especially his own nephew, staring at him with pure terror, trying to get away to safety. But this child, a sweet thing, had easily and without hesitation reached for him when Freyja moved to hand him off. It was as if he already sensed that his mom would never hand him off to someone that didn’t have her full trust.

He had gotten used to Joan by that point, but she was almost a year old when he saw her last. And she was much bigger than the infant boy in his arms, done up in an (admittedly) adorable, light blue onesie, with stripes nearly resembling those of the Scotland flag (Soap most definitely bought it for that reason and that reason alone). What if he dropped him? What if he held him too tight? What if he moved and hit Arthur’s head on something? What if–

A small tug caught his attention, his mask shifting downward. König glanced down at the boy curiously pulling the thing toward his mouth, which he put a stop to. “Iss das nicht, welpe. Du weißt nicht, wo es war,” he whispered, using a finger to nudge Arthur’s fist away from his mouth.

They simply stared at each other, the man holding the baby’s gaze, surprised that the little one was tolerating it. Then in a shocking turn of events, Art jerked the fabric up and over his head, making cooing and gurgling sounds that resembled an attempt at a laugh. Both under the hood now, König froze for a moment, completely and utterly bewildered. No grown adult, let alone an infant, had ever warmed up to the giant so quickly, immediately. Artie made another noise, and beyond his control, tears started to flow freely down his paint-smudged cheeks, a huge smile lighting up their dark cavern.

As König sobbed and shook, he pressed his forehead against Arthur’s, trembling body clinging to his godson like a lifeline.

König didn’t know how long he stood there with gentle but clumsy hands palming his scars and features, reveling in the attention. He never wanted it to end. He didn’t fail to notice what felt like Ghost’s hand on his opposite shoulder, brief but definitely present; then, the familiar press of Johnny’s cheek between his shoulder blades and the imprint of his firm hands on his hips.

Yeah, you could say Arthur Simon had a gift for healing.

“Uh oh, Dada!”

Freyja chuckled at her husband’s exasperated expression, staring at the ceiling as the plastic cup bounced across the floor. Simon had spent the last ten minutes trying to slice up an orange for Joan, who, in that time, had thrown the loose cereal onto the floor, tossed her plastic fork across the room, and finally dumped the cup of water into his lap.

“Yeah, uh oh,” he sighed, bending to pick up the cup but not bothering with his now-soaked pants. “Lovie, I’m almost done. You have to be patient. We don’t throw things.”

“No!”

“Look, Joanie, here.” Simon broke a wedge off and held it out for her. Two little hands took the fruit, holding the rind as Joan gummed at the soft flesh. “Can you say, ‘Thank you, Daddy’?”

“No!”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Arthur rested quietly in his mother’s arms with his cheek pressed against her breast as he dozed after finishing a bottle. Some mothers would have found Arthur’s level of attachment overwhelming; he rarely wanted to be put down, oftentimes crying out for her even when handed off to Simon. Similar to how Joanie gravitated to her father, Artie clung to her, and Freyja took pride in that.

When she looked up from her son, she found Simon had stripped out of his soiled sweatpants and now sat in only black boxer briefs. It was an unusually lazy day due to the poor weather outside. Simon got the kids up and fed at the usual time but didn’t do much to dress them, opting for fresh onesies. Joan’s was a dark navy, while Art’s was cream with mini tan teddy bears.

Joanie finished the orange slice quickly and placed the rind on her plate. She balled one hand into a fist and slapped the top with an open palm in a jerky movement. “Dada, more.”

“That’s right, ‘more’,” he praised, mimicking the sign for her. “Good job asking. Here.”

He placed the rest of her snack on the tray, and she immediately started nibbling at one. Simon leaned forward with his forearm on his knee, getting to eye level with the girl. “I’d really like an orange. Could you share with Daddy, lovie?” he asked while offering a hand. They had quickly learned to keep her hands occupied and practice hand-eye coordination in constructive ways, rather than letting her get bored. That was when she tended to start throwing things, as demonstrated by Simon’s now discarded pants.

She seemed to consider it, before dropping the piece she had already half finished in his palm and grabbing another.

“I meant one that wasn’t half-eaten, but this’ll do. Thank you.” He met Freyja’s eyes, his cheeks tight with laughter as he finished the fruit.

The rain thundered against the glass windows, filling the space behind Joanie’s giggles at the funny faces Simon made. Her clothed feet kicked the legs of her chair. It was there – in their kitchen on a rainy Tuesday afternoon – Freyja realized just how content she was with the life they had built together. Observing her husband as he wiped the sticky juices dribbling down their daughter’s chin and pushed her blonde curls back; her touch brushing their son’s warm, squishy cheek with her thumb.

She soaked in the atmosphere a moment longer before speaking. “Simon?”

“Yeah, love?”

“I think Artie’s my last.” Her voice was quiet, almost unsure. They’d never really discussed just how many kids they wanted. Against his initial fears, Simon was a natural; he was just as much in his element taking care of their kids as he was on the battlefield. She didn’t want to take that away if he wanted more, but she honestly couldn’t go through it again. Recovering from a c-section royally sucked, but giving birth naturally was not an option.

Simon’s brows pinched together as he swiveled away from Joanie, searching her face. He watched how her careful fingers stroked Arthur’s face, her other hand wrapped around the baby’s thigh to secure him to her. Her touch slid down to his chest, measuring his tiny heartbeat and steady breaths. He often did the same with both of their children; the gesture grounded him in their reality, and he figured it did the same for her. “Alright,” he finally said. “I’ll call for an appointment to get snipped.”

He said it as if he were talking about grabbing a takeaway on his way home from work, which gave Freyja a slight shock.

“Just like that?” she asked, turning in her chair to face him better. “Are you sure?”

“You’ve given me three beautiful babies,” Simon cooed, reaching to drag his large hands up and down her thighs. Freyja melted into his touch, legs spreading so his knee could slot between hers. “S’the least I can do. If you’re done, so am I. I had a feeling, anyway.”

“A vasectomy just seems a bit extreme. Maybe we can just use condoms?”

He raised a brow at her with an upside-down grin, challenging her. “Do you wanna try that again, with feeling? Look me in the eye and tell me you’re never gonna let me cum in you, ever again?”

“...Birth control?”

“Remind me, how did we have our daughters?”

“I hate you.”

“But I’m right.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Still right, though.” Simon rose from the table and leaned over her, resting his weight on one hand next to her thigh. He slipped the other around the back of her neck and tilted her head up, stealing a long, slow kiss. He muttered, “I’ll go next week,” against her lips before resuming, tongue gently prodding her bottom lip.

Freyja broke away and glanced up at him through her lashes with a teasing look. “You sure you can last that long without sex?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz shipped out to replace the other half of the task force a few days later. They were only gone for two weeks, executing the final excursion to retrieve a stolen weapons cache. König, Roche, and Price had done most of the leg work but decided that the sergeants and lieutenant were better equipped for the situation at hand.

Johnny’s demolition expertise certainly came in handy this time around.

Still, Simon was sore and aching for the comfort of holding his kids and wife after what felt like the longest two weeks of his life. It was their first time leaving both babies with the other parent since Arthur was born.

Unlike his last time returning from a mission, the house was quiet, which allowed him time to take his boots off at the door and shed his mask. König’s car was parked in their driveway, leading him to believe the operative was spending the night in their guest room. Whether Roach was there too, he didn’t know.

The hall light at the top of the stairs flicked on, and Freyja appeared in a silky nightgown, standing on the last step with a tired smile and messy hair.

Simon stopped at the bottom of the stairs and hummed while his eyes roamed her body with a dopey smile.

“Welcome back,” she whispered, locking her fingers behind his neck to tilt his head back, giving him access to slot their lips together. Freyja moaned quietly at the firm hands on her hips and thighs, gripping and digging into the soft flesh. “How’d it go?”

He shrugged and pressed another chaste kiss to her lips, humming against them. “No snags. Soap got to blow stuff up.” Simon’s mouth trailed down her jaw, throat, and chest, gentle and loving.

Her fingertips brushed a gash on his cheek. Most likely from shrapnel, if its depth and jagged edges were any indicators.

“M’fine, love.”

“Joanie’s out cold, but Artie’s awake if you wanna see him. I just finished feeding him.”

That woke him up a little bit. A soft breath of air tickled the wet spots on Freyja’s skin from his silent chuckle. Simon’s arms wrapped around her waist, and he nuzzled his face in her chest as he soaked in her presence. They’d gone more extended periods without seeing each other, but whether they were apart for a week or a few months, he still missed her like crazy.

“She doing better in her room?”

“Much. She’s having some nightmares but goes back down eventually. She’s having a good night.”

“Mmm, in that case, I won’t wake her. We can surprise her in the mornin’.”

When Freyja turned to lead him upstairs, he couldn’t help himself as his hand swung up and connected with her ass, a sharp CRACK! resonating through the air.

“Simon!”

“M’sorry, couldn’t help it. You left yourself wide open on that one,” he teased, his voice low to not wake their daughter or guests. As expected, Arthur’s quiet coos reached his ears the closer they got to their bedroom. Simon dropped his gear by their bedroom door and approached the bassinet on Freyja’s side of the bed. The little boy stared in his general direction, wiggling like a (precious) worm.

The man beamed down at him and carefully slid his hands under Artie’s back with his thumbs hooked under the infant’s arms, lifting him out of the crib. “Hi, beautiful boy,” he mumbled, pressing his pursed lips against his cheek, leaving multiple kisses in the same spot. He held his son back out for a moment, a confused expression on his face once he pulled away.

“Where’d it go?”

Freyja shifted to her knees on their bed and rested her chin on his shoulder, peering down at their son. “What?”

“The baby scrunch.”

“Huh. You’re right. I didn’t even notice.”

“I just…last time I held him, he still curled up. I missed it,” he said, a grown man literally pouting.

“I know…” She let her hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest. “I’m sorry, Si. I know it sucks. Being away comes with the job, and that means we miss things. We’ve been lucky so far with Joanie, honestly.”

Arthur had quieted down, sucking his pacifier as he studied Simon’s painted face and clinging to his shirt.

A knock at the doorframe caught their attention, and all three turned to the source. König rubbed the sleep from his eyes, bare feet padding across the carpet until he reached them. “Hello, Lieutenant. Did the operation bode well?”

“Yeah, everything was just as you said it – was…”

The baby had started to whine again and let go of his dad, reaching for his uncle with grabby hands. The man’s face flushed, but he didn’t make a move to take the baby. Once the shock wore off, Simon took the initiative to hand Art off, and König gladly received him.

He immediately settled again, laying his head back in the crook of König’s elbow, humming softly against his pacifier. “Hallo, welpe,” he said in a hushed tone, rocking his nephew gently.

“Well, that’s new,” Simon grumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed to avoid awkwardly standing there. Simon wasn’t too annoyed, but he was somewhat sad. He had missed his babies dearly and looked forward to some serious attention. But his usually shy baby, who never wanted to be handed off to anyone besides his mother and occasionally Simon, was suddenly choosing their friend over him.

How much had he missed in such a short amount of time?

“I apologize, sir. I am as surprised as you are. He’s a good boy; I think we have been around so much the last two weeks…”

“König.”

“Ja?”

“Drop the sir. We’re not on base. I’m not mad.”

König blinked at him, confused. “It’s… Scheiße, wie sagt man ‘gebräuchlich’ auf Englisch? Ich weiß es nicht. It is normal to use sir where I’m from.”

Simon glared back. “And this is my house. You’ve done as my wife has said to gain my son’s affection. So now, you will do what I say to get back in my good graces after robbing me of my child. Are we clear?”

“I feel…bad. Please, take him back–”

He shook his head and stood again, scratching at the light stubble that had formed on his cheeks over the last few days. “And I’m telling you, no. It’s fine. I have to shower anyway.”

“Alles klar.”

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spookitapes · 10 months

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Hello, i love your fics! Im a bit embarassed but i had an idea earlier today. Imagine beig on a relationship with Ted while hes a trip visiting every margaritaville or rain forest, whatever you prefer and you miss him a lot so when you can finally go visit him on the trip he shows you how much he missed you by fucking you so good you barely walk the next day. Okay thats all, thank you bye!

a/n: oh my gosh don't be embarrassed! pls send me more stuff I love it !!! and thank you so much for the support< 33 it's mainly RFC buuuut i did a little bonus of margaitaville ft. schlatt at the end :))) sorry it took me a minute to see this in my inbox!! but I hope you enjoy it bc this was actually super fun to write !!

!! 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI !!

surprising ted on his rainforest cafe roadtrip hc's

❧ getting the trip schedule from eddy so you can pick which days works best for you

❧ planning it weeks before they even leave

❧ ted having literally no clue what’s happening

❧ stuffing his face with safari fries when he hears an all too familiar “teddy!” coming from behind him

❧ thinking he’s finally going crazy bc why is he imagining your voice amongst the animatronic themed restaurant's ambiance ??

❧ almost tackling him out of his chair when you finally reach him bc you didn’t realize you were full-on sprinting in the rainforest cafe

❧ a very sweet reunion that takes ted entirely by surprise

❧ (don't worry eddy gets a good angle) it's some nice behind-the-scenes footage for you two :))

❧ “jesus christ honey i didn’t know you’re that strong!”

❧ ted laying his head on your shoulder anytime he can

❧ sharing a sparkling volcano for the memory of it

❧ getting back to the hotel and making out in the elevator on the way to the room you booked

❧ him immediately pinning you to the door when it closes

❧ he's missed you so much

❧ missed your body so much

❧ he'd been having to take cold showers

❧ and that worked until he found the nude polaroids you had left him in his luggage

❧ he's been reduced to jerking off, switching to hot steam instead of a standing ice bath

❧ so you can't really blame him for taking you right there

❧ stripping you of only what's necessary

❧ if your wearing jeans? gone. pants of any kind? bye bye. shorts? across the room...but a dress or a skirt? he's just pushing it up your hips

❧ pulling your panties to the side (if you're wearing any op-)

❧ hiking one of your legs up onto his hip as he barely gets his cock out of his pants before pushing into you

❧ both of you letting out a gasp as he bottoms out

❧ him holding your hand against the door with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other

❧ eventually bringing your leg around his hip up over his shoulder so he can hit deeper

❧ him fucking you so rough the do not disturb sign's swinging on the other side of the door

❧ once you both cum he'll carry you over to the bed so he can finish stripping you

❧ slowly peeling the clothes away as he kisses your skin that appears

❧ him pushing your face into the sheets to muffle the porn star level moans leaving your mouth

❧ "god baby, you're gonna get us kicked out if you keep screaming like that."

❧ but how can you stay quiet when he's balls deep drilling you from the back giving you the best dick of your life ??

❧ him getting fed up so he puts one of his big ass hands over your mouth as he fucks you harder

❧ just the sounds of skin on skin slapping, ted's groans, and your muffled sobs fill the room

❧ going at least three more rounds before he's carrying you to the bathtub to clean you up

❧ begging him to get in with you and getting him to after pulling out the big eyes and jutted out bottom lip combo

❧ scooting up so he can slide in behind you

❧ just holding each other in the warm bubbley water

❧ "i love you so much baby, remind me to never go on a trip without you again."

❧ it's followed with a tender kiss on your forehead

❧ you pause a moment before shifting your head so you can catch his eyes, a smile overtaking your features

❧ he thinks you're gonna say something sappy, something that'll probably make you tear up

❧ "you can go on as many trips as you want if that's how you're gonna fuck me."

❧ he splashes you with the bath water...

❧ the next day he's calling you to hurry up and get ready, something about needing to be back on the road

❧ he gets met with a long, loud, angry groan in return

❧ "uuhhhh honey, you alright?"

❧ him being met with your pouty face looking up from the mound of pillow you had it buried in

"i don't wanna talk to you. you did this to me!"

❧ he's about to question you before you throw your legs off the side and go to stand...only to go tumbling over before ted leaps across the room to save you

❧"your hero," he's smirking down at you, hands around your back and hip as you dangle mid-air

❧ "...more like my murderer." you murmur it out

❧ "oh and who exactly did i kill? you look alive to me."

❧ "MY WHOLE LOWER BODY YOU BIGDICK ASSHOLE!"

(bonus)

you two definitely fuck at jschlatt's during margaritaville

❧ setting it up with schlatt bc you promise him a gift (WINK)

❧ you jump out and surprise them when they get to schlat't's place

❧ him almost tackling you this time

❧ "i fuckin' told ya! HA mother fucker now you owe me $50!" schlatt's laughing maniacally as usual

❧ ted fucking you in front of schlatt as a thank you for the surprise

❧ "this is way fuckin' better than on facetime." (read my other work to get the refrenceeeee)

❧ making you ride him as schlatt records it on ted's phone

❧ reverse cowgirl to get good angles of your pretty face and so ted can watch your greedy hole swallow up his big cock

❧ schlatt shoving the camera in your face when you start getting sloppy, thighs burning from riding your lover for so long

❧ "go on and look at me, angel," he's using his free hand to grip your throat to look at him but your eyes are still closed

❧ ted's interrupting him for a second, "do ya wanna cum? keep on bouncin' then. I'll rub your slutty lil clit if you keep takin' my dick so good."

❧ "be a good little bitch and smile for the camera—thaaaaat's it, honey."

#cass.ted #ted nivison x reader #ted nivision smut #ted nivison #ted nivison x you #jschlatt #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich smut #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x you #cass.jschlatt #cass.lair

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Retire |Kakashi X Reader| HC

Summary: You need some convincing to leave ANBU.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and depression. Mentions of suicide. A bit angsty and self-destructive, but fluffy overall.

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Even though he'd retired a few years back, you were still an active ANBU captain.

The job was grueling, and he was well aware that the longer you stayed, the worse the missions became.

That isn't just because of the overall baggage people acquire, but because seasoned black ops were often sent on the more... unethical missions.

You'd been acting off recently. He had let it go at first, knowing how taxing the line of work could be, but something in his mind was bugging him to investigate.

He assumed everything had started to actually get to you, so he decided to check in on you between missions with team 7.

He knocked on your door. It took a minute, but you answered.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but this wasn't it.

Your appearance was appalling.

You'd lost a lot of weight, you had bags under your eyes, and you reeked of alcohol.

"Just checking in on you. It's been a while."

"Yeah, Tsunade has me on back to back missions. This is my first break in months."

He had assumed his intensive schedule with his team was the thing keeping you two apart, but apparently not.

"How about you get cleaned up while I go get us something to eat? My treat."

"I'm pretty tired, Kashi. I think I'd like to continue rotting for the time being. Thanks for the offer, though."

You gently shut the door in his face.

A sour look plastered itself on his face.

Unfortunately, your use of rotting didn't seem too far off, so he decided to talk to a third party about it.

His first stop was to see Tenzo. Maybe he knew what was up since you two worked so closely.

"I've noticed as well. I tried to ask, but they told me it wasn't appropriate for subordinates to question their captain."

Add that to the list of odd behavior.

You loved Tenzo like family, just like Kakashi did, so the sudden change was worrisome.

He went to ask Asuma as well, knowing he had been in the village more often than he had recently.

Asuma pulled him inside his home and away from prying eyes. Last thing he wanted was the wrong person hearing such a sensitive information.

"We already talked to Tsunade about it months ago when we noticed a decline in her health. Word got back to them, they said something about breach of trust, and they haven't spoken to any of us since."

Kakashi just nodded.

He remembered a time where he also reacted poorly when he'd been questioned in a similar manner.

The only difference is lord Third actually listened instead of allowing him to dig himself deeper into an early grave.

He dwelled on it for a few days.

He cared about you deeply. It was different than any of his other friendships- more personal and open.

The last thing he wanted was to go behind your back and end up with the same treatment the rest of the group was getting.

So he put on his big boy pants and showed up at your door again with vengeance.

He had been practicing what he'd say the whole way over. He needed to be prepared for anything you threw at him so he didn't falter.

But when you opened the door, his fire simmered out.

You just looked so tired.

His words got stuck in his throat.

So he did the only thing he could think of - he just walked forward, straight into you, and wrapped you up in a hug.

You resisted at first, but the second his warmth hit your bones, you relaxed.

It only lasted for a moment before the feelings started to set in, causing your body to shake with sobs.

You fell to the ground, dragging him with you, but his hold didn't loosen one bit.

"It's okay. I'm here for you."

That only made things worse. Something about his comfort was making all the feelings you've worked so hard to repress bubble up to the surface.

After you'd visibly calmed down, he'd picked you up and carried you to the couch. He positioned you so you'd be touching as much as possible without him being too forward.

"I hate ANBU."

Straight to the point. He wasn't sure if that was good or not.

"Why don't you retire? It's been almost fifteen years. That's way longer than most make it."

You hesitated. You had a reason, but the thought of saying it out loud made it sound so silly.

One look at Kakashi’s face told you he wasn't messing around.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. It made it easier to answer without him looking at you.

"If it's not me going out there, its someone else. I'm already too far gone, may as well save someone else from this fate."

Oh.

Kakashi had fully been expecting some sort of 'I can handle it' response, but this one was so... awful. Just absolutely heart-wrenching.

He collected his thoughts, trying to find a way to reason with you.

"There are people in ANBU who can handle that kind of mental load. You were that person many years ago,"

You just looked at him with that sad, defeated face, and it broke his heart all over again.

"But that's not the case anymore. It's time to pass on the torch."

You shook your head, ready to get up and kick him out. He just pulled you back down and held your hands in his.

"I was so angry when I was forced to retire. I felt like I could do more, like it wasn't that bad, and everyone was underestimating me. Do you know what happens when shinobi like us aren't told to quit?"

You shook your head.

"They end up like my father."

You stayed silent after that. How could you argue when he had just pulled the dead dad card?

So you promised to think about it.

He knew that would be as good as it would get, so he dropped it and opted to switch to a lighter subject.

After an hour or so of talking, you fell asleep. He carried you to your bed and tucked you in. He thought about staying over, but decided against it.

He didn't see you the next day. He'd knocked on your door, but no one answered, and he couldn't sense you inside.

He hoped you were just busy and not on another mission.

He did see you the next day, however.

He was heading to the Hokage's tower to chat with Tsunade about team 7's next mission when he bumped into you.

You smiled at him.

It felt like he was looking at a different person. You were almost glowing. Your eyes seemed a bit brighter, face looked a little fuller, and overall vibe was less damming.

"I retired this morning."

He damn near hugged you in front of the whole village.

"That's great to hear."

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto headcanons #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi headcanons #kakashi fluff #kakashi x reader #kakashi sensei #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi

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m-musings · 3 months

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okokokok, i LOVE how you wrote the overwatch boys, and I have a kind of long-winded request for Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, and (if you write for him) Ramattra:

their s/o was previously a test subject for Talon experiments, something they have nightmares about. how would the boys react to their partner having one of said nightmares and trying to attack the person trying to wake them up.

ik this is kinda specific, but thank you if you write it! ♡♡♡♡

A/n: oooo this is a good request, let's hope my angsty writing chops are up to par bcuz i really hope this lives up to what you want (hcs under the cut!)

Warnings: general angst, accidental physical violence, mentions & implications of past torture (also op doesn't really know how to write nightmares/night terrors asdfghjkl) Word Count:1586

Headcanons: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo and Ramattra with a Former Talon Test Subject S/O (Separate)

Cassidy:

When Cassidy awakes in the middle of the night to the sound of you fiercely muttering at no one, its safe to say he's concerned.

He listens for a moment as you make alarmed noises, trying to discern what exactly is going on.

After turning over to flip on the light, he glances over at your sleeping form thrashing around with your brow furrowed in terror.

"N-no... get a...away f-from me..." Cassidy hears you say clearly, getting more worried by the second.

As he begins to reach over to try and rouse you from your slumber, the volume of your voice grows from a to an earsplitting shriek.

As you keep screaming, you start becoming combative, slapping and punching at Cass while somehow still asleep.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Jus' h-hold on a darn second here!" He says as he tries to block your attacks by grabbing your hands.

"No! NO! Let me out!" You wail as tears start streaming down your cheeks.

"Darlin', it's a dream, you gotta wake up! I'm here, just open your eyes!"

Debating between forcing you to wake up and just continuing to reassure you and talk you down from the fear, he decides that the latter is probably going to be the safest for both of you.

After a several minutes long struggle, you slowly stop trying to fight Cole as your once frantic breathing begins to return to its normal pace.

Your tired eyes begin to blink open as the last bit of panic leaves your body in a few small gasps. When you fully regain consciousness, Cassidy sighs in relief as realization begins to sink into your thoughts.

"Are you okay, what the hell happened there?!" Questions Cole as he smooths his hands over your hair.

Choking out a small sob, you gently grasp his bicep to try and ground yourself as more tears begin to fall from your eyes.

"Cass, I-I'm sorry... I- I was back in Talon and the pain j-just wouldn't stop!"

His heart drops at the mention of the evil organization, knowing what kind of awful treatment you went through while kept there.

"I tr-tried to get away but I just.... couldn't! It was awful!" You whisper as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Darlin' I'm so sorry... I am so sorry..." Cole responds faintly before carefully pulling you into a hug.

The room grows still again for a moment, with only the sound of your hushed weeps filling the air.

"I don't wanna go back, please don't let them take me!" You cry into Cole's shoulder as he holds you close.

"No, no, you won't. I swear that as long I'm breathin', I will always make sure you never have to go through that ever again."

Genji:

Genji is all too familiar with nightmares. During the first couple years after his confrontation with Hanzo, he would very frequently have them. He's been through that whole song and dance a million times before.

Which is the reason he immediately knows what's happening when he wakes to the sound of your screams next to him.

He rushes to throw your shared quilt off and make sure you're okay, getting punched once or twice in the process.

After the nightmares pass and you calm down enough to speak, Genji is right there to comfort you.

"It's alright, my love, it is over now... Are you okay?" He questions as he holds one of your palms in his.

You shake your head no as you take several sharp breaths in and out.

"I was there again... in that-that godforsaken lab with fucking Moira prodding at me like cattle! It felt li-like it would never end! I can't go through that again!"

"And you don't have to. I don't know all of what happened to you, but I promise you will never have to face it on your own. I'm here to help you however I'm able to."

As the fearful adrenaline steadily leaves your veins, Genji brings your hand up to his chest so you could feel his heart beating just beneath his cybernetics.

"I love you and will sit here with you as long as you need me too."

With a sad, shaky laugh, you nod and you take your hand back in order to wrap yourself around him.

He does the same in turn as you embrace him ever so slightly tighter before he ushers for you to lay back down together so you can get some much needed sleep.

Pulling the blanket back over your bodies, he scooches in a little closer and begins to hum softly in the hopes of lulling you into a nightmare-less slumber.

Watching as your eyes begin to flutter closed again, he hears you mumble something just before you doze off.

"Thank you, Genji... I love you too."

Hanzo:

Hanzo already has trouble sleeping himself, so when your nightmares come around, he's already wide awake.

As you toss and turn underneath your blanket, he tries to calm you down by running his hand over you head, not caring if he gets hurt by your unintentionaly violent movements.

Once the night-terror ends, you start holding your face in your hands and rock back and forth as Hanzo rubs assuaging circles on your back.

"My dear, what can I do? How do I make the fear stop for now?" The archer inquires as you continue to shake in place.

"I don't know, Han... every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the lights and the wires and the needles... It won't go away no matter how hard I try. I just want them to be gone." You state, anxiously starting to press at your temples.

With a noiseless sigh escaping from his lips, Hanzo moves closer to place an arm across your shoulder and rest his forehead against your head.

"I am sorry for not being there with you. If I were able to change history, I would have gone to great lengths to rescue you."

As you begin to cry at his admission, he places a delicate kiss atop your head.

"I would never ask you to do something that dangerous for me. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you..." You sob out as you bury yourself into Hanzo's side.

Hanzo is quick to wrap his other arm around you, offering a comforting squeeze before ushering you into his lap.

"You wouldn't ever have to ask for my help. I would trade my life for yours if it meant that no more harm would come to you."

Ramattra:

It's uncommon for Omnics to dream- let alone have nightmares- so the first one you have around Ramattra? It comes as a bit of a shock to him.

When he hears you yell, he all but rockets out of his reboot cycle to scan the room for any hidden threats to your safety.

After seeing nobody there but the two of you, he glances down to see you- fast asleep but clawing at the air like a trapped animal scratching at a predator.

He then decides to do a scan of your vitals, just to make sure you aren't in any immediate medical distress. The scan reveals to him that your heartrate and breathing are through the roof.

Just as he's about to cross the room to try and wake you up, you shoot up from your fitful rest with a loud inhale as you slam your hands down onto the mattress below.

Swiftly joining your side on the bed, he cautiously turns your visage towards him as he goes to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

While your eyes try to adjust to the low light of your room, you call out Ramattra's name, receiving a modulated but relaxing shush from his vocalizer.

"Calm yourself, pet, I'm right here. Now, tell me what has happened."

As you take a moment or two to collect yourself and come down from your frenzy, you gaze up to meet the faint glow of his faceplate emitting from his eyes.

"It's Talon; they... tormented me... a long time ago. Had me chained down as a doctor injected chemicals into me before he began flushing them out and started the whole process over again..."

Watching as you barely manage to hold back tears, His joints all seem to freeze in place as fury begins to creep in and take over all his systems.

"They need to suffer for their misdeeds. Who are they?..." He presses, his voice now hauntingly deeper than before .

"I don't know their names, and even if I did, I would do everything in my power to forget them."

An uneasy silence fills the space between you two, staying there for a minute before the large Omnic grunts and lifts you into his arms.

"I am sorry for what you had to go through. Just know that if any pain ever comes your way again, the offenders shall be personally dealt with." Ramattra claims as he rests his faceplate against your jaw.

Relishing in the cool feeling of his metal features against your warm skin, you nod appreciatively before he begins to lightly sway you to and fro.

Watching as you drift back to sleep, Ramattra makes a mental note to hunt down the Talon members who hurt you the next time he meets his allies. He wouldn't and will not stand for the mistreatment of the only human he has ever cared about.

#headcanon #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch imagines #cole cassidy x reader #genji shimada x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #ramattra x reader

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mytheoristavenue · 5 months

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Day 8-

OP Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader - Winter Proposal

Summary: While walking through a snowy farmer's market, Sanji asks you an important question.

Warning: pure fluff, very short/rushed

You smiled to yourself, inhaling the aroma coming off of the disposable cup of hot chocolate in your hands. The foam dish warmed your fingertips as you took a sip, waiting for Sanji to finish up at a fish stand. Just then, he glanced back up to see you waiting, and cut his interaction with the fisherman short, before tucking what he'd ought into a wicker basket.

"Sorry, I just had to," he said sheepishly. "I haven't seen this kinda stuff since I left the East Blue. It was one our signature dishes on the Baratie, you're gonna love it-" You could hardly keep track of him when he got like this, rambling on about food and ingredients and the different was they can be used.

"I'm sure I will," you giggled. "I love anything you make."

Sanji suddenly fell nearly silent as his stare fell downcast. "I know you do..." he muttered under his breath. The truth was, you weren't a very picky eater, he could serve you rotten salad with wilted lettuce and you'd eat it. You were never wasteful or gluttonous like other people he knew. If he ever made something experimental that nobody liked, he could always count on you to give him a five star rating.

"What's the matter?" you asked, tilting your head and stepping in front of him, forcing your face into his line of sight.

"Oh, nothing." he dismissed with a melancholic smile.

"Come on, Sanji," you pressed. "Obviously something's bothering you! You're all quiet now."

"I guess I just have something on my mind is all..." he trailed, brushing passed you to continue on the path again.

"Well, out with it!" you pouted, pulling on his sleeve, making him stop again.

"It's not the right time." he insisted, pulling you along.

"The right time for what?" you whined, beginning to become impatient with him.

"You're not going to let it go, are you?" he finally asked, giving you a glimmer of hope. You shook your head persistently, prompting him to sigh and dig into his pocket. "Just remember, if this isn't perfect, you forced it out of me." he teased, sinking to his left knee. Gazing up at you with that sweet, charming smile of his, he offered you a ring. It was a simple silver band, speckled with tiny diamonds and a teardrop-shaped sapphire as the centerpiece.

Tears immediately began rolling down your cheeks as you slapped your palm to your lips in disbelief. "S-Sanji..."

"You've always been my biggest fan, (Y/N). My taste tester when I'm unsure, my sous chef when I need help, and when nobody else likes my food, I know you do. You're my biggest support and I want you by my side forever."

"S-Sanji..." you sniffled, cheeks blushed and snowflakes catching on your hair. "I don't know what to say..."

"Say yes..." he beamed, tears pricking his eyes as he grabbed your left hand and slid the ring onto your finger. "Please bel amour?"

Finally catching up with the world around you, you quickly nodded your head, sobbing as you fell to your knees with him. "Yes, a million times, yes!" you cried into his chest. "I'd love to!"

"Thank you mon tresor," Sanji sighed, pulling you closer, not caring about the market goers passing you by. "C'mon, let's finish the shopping and get back tot he ship. I'm gonna make you somehting extra special."

#one peice #one piece #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #blackleg sanji #sanji x you \#sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #blackleg sanji x reader #lemons 25 days of christmas #christmas event

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samandcolbyownme · 1 month

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Summary: reader has been having a hard time, and with staying with the triplets, it’s only a matter of time beside they start asking questions.

Warnings: kind of a sad background for reader, mentions of parent reader fight (dad), Chris has a crush on reader, friends to lovers (eventually), fluff

Part One

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It’s been a week since you called Chris in the middle of the night. He’s had a crush on you forever, so of course he answered your call at two a.m.

He snapped awake and answered, voice still groggy, “Y/n. It’s two a.m. wha-“ he stops when he hears you crying, “Whoa. Hey. What’s happening right now?”

You gasp out, “m-my fuck-ing.. dad.” You say between cries, “kicked.. m-me out.”

“Where are you?” Chris asks sitting up, “I’ll go get Matt up.” He stands up, throwing on a pair of shorts as he listens to you trying to calm down so you can tell him where you are.

He rushes do Matt’s room yelling so loud that he woke up Nick, too, “Matt! Matt! C’mon. Wake up.” Matt groans and rolls over, “What the fuck, Chris!?”

“We have to go pick up y/n. Her dad kicked her out!”

And with that, Matt and Nick were both dressed and out to the car with Chris still on the phone with you. When they pulled up, you got in and they were all in their usual seats.

Immediately after shutting the door, you fall into nicks opens arms, sobbing against his chest, “Hey.” Nick says softly, “You’re safe, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

As much as Chris appreciates Nick comforting you, he can’t help but chew on his bottom lip as he throws his hood up, staring out the window as Matt drives you back to their house.

That was the last time you talked about it. You mainly stayed in the spare room most of the day, only coming out to get a drink or to sneak to the bathroom.

Your eyes move to the clock that’s on the nightstand.

05:23 PM

You let out a sigh, listening to Self Care by Mac Miller play once again. You’ve had it on loop all day. For some reason, you just really felt like you needed it to play.

There’s a soft knock on your door and you sit up, “Yeah?” You watch as the door opes and Chris walks in, “We’re probably going to get pizza for dinner, if that’s okay?”

You smile slightly, nodding as you reach over to pause the song, “Yeah, that’s fine.” He nods, looking around the floor for a few seconds before he looks back at you, “Are you okay?”

You stop breathing for a second, nodding, “Yeah.” You sigh quietly and Chris crosses his arms, “Alright.. I’m just making sure because I kept hearing Mac each time I passed the door and it just so happens to be the same song I listen to when I’m upset with stuff so..yeah.”

His words shock you.

You manage to muster up enough strength to speak, “It is?” He gives you a nod and you can feel the tears brewing because you want to tell someone how loud your dad screamed at you, the holes in the wall that he made by punching them.

He closes the door fully and walks over, “You can talk to me, I’m not gonna say anything unless you want me to.”

Your eyes meet his and that’s when you break, leaning into him, his arms wrap around you. You lay your forehead against his neck and just start telling him everything as you cry.

He plants gently kisses to your forehead and calms you down each time you get worked up.

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Hi thanks for reading! Ilysm! Let me know how you liked it!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

#samandcolby-ownme #snippet #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo fluff #Chris sturniolo blurb

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anikasheep · 6 months

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OM Brothers in Replaced MC AU

Afab mc, chubby mc, ooc brothers and don't argue with me. No beta read and English is not my first language

Leviathan: It's all Mammon's fault.

Mammon: What the...? How could this is my fault?! I'm not the one read the story of some stranger post on Internet. So it's totally your fault, Levi!

Asmo: Could you two stop fighting pleeease?

Satan: I agree, it's no time to blame, my power is weakening, so does my wrath.

Belphie: Yeah, I don't feel drowsy as usual, I wonder why. How are you feeling, Beel?

Beel: I'm hungry, but the hunger is less than before.

Mammon: Just what story we're stucked, huh? Yo, Levi, spill all the beans.

Levi: It's a fanfiction that someone wrote about the seven lords abandoned Henry for another human. Yet it's also a demon au so the writer use ours name as the seven lords' casual name. In the fanfic, we met another human exchange student and we were fond of them. And then we forget Henry, we started to dislike him and we even abuse him with verbally or physically. Henry was so sad and heartbroken that he decided to leave the Devildom forever. The seven lords finally realized their mistakes but Henry was dead when they rush to human world.

Mammon:... Okay, totally don't know what the fuck are you talking about.

Lucifer: So what's our roles? The seven lords?

Satan: I don't think so, cause there's no reason our powers weakening if we are the seven lords.

Levi: But I don't remember there's any other characters. So I guess we're kind of break the rules in this world? Like we're the OP or the bug in this world? Just like the anime......

Belphie: Shut up, Levi.

Satan: I read this fanfic before, too. And I agree with Levi. Still, I am curious about this place where we are. The starter always hide something important to know the world and the whole event after all.

Levi:Umm...I believe this place is where Henry lives shortly after the brothers cast him out. But I can't remember its name.

Asmo: This house have a name? Just like the House of Lamentation?

Levi: Exactly!...And I think the short name of this house also is HOL! Ugh, just why can't I remember its name!!

Lucifer: Levi, if what you and Satan said is true, then I think it's natural that you can't recall this house's name. Cross his arms.

Levi: Eh?

Satan: Nods Well, It's normally if the name of this house is one of the important clue in this story, so you could only remember that when the story near end right?

Levi: Sob Th- thank you, you two...

Belphie: I don't get much you three said, but if we the the characters that didn't exist in the original story, then what's the purpose of we were stucked in here?

Mammon:...Oi! Is that...MC?

All the brothers turn to the place where Mammon points at. There you are, sitting outside the house, alone and stareing down at your phone, you're trembling.

Asmo: Eh? Why are they sitting alone in the street? It's dangerous for a human!

Asmo is ready to walk toward you but Lucifer grabs his collar.

Asmo: Lucifer!!

Lucifer: We could keep an eye on them from here, but how could you explain to them who we are if you just ran into them?

Asmo: *pout*

Satan: Then, we could use some fake name as the casual name we use in this world.

Lucifer: You mean like in the human world, SULLY?

Satan: *grit his teeth* I swear to Diavolo, if you call me that stupid name again...

Lucifer: *smirk*

Levi: Meh, here we go again.

Mammon: They are just like cat and dog, aren't they? Still, we should think some names so we could meet MC ASAP, stop being foolish.

Lucifer/Satan: *TSK*

#anika dream #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me replaced mc au #obey me x reader #chubby!mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon x mc #obey me levi x mc #obey me satan x mc #obey me asmo x mc #obey me beel x mc #obey me belphie x mc

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astelren · 2 years

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OP to you being clueless to their flirting/feelings I

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Nothing much tbh, A little bit of Teasing, Gender Neutral Reader, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Ace D. Portgas, Luffy D. Monkey, Sabo, Zoro Roronoa, Sanji Vinsmoke, Izo, Cavendish, Rayleigh, Trafalgar Law

⤠ Part II ⤟ One Piece Masterlist ⤠ Cbat Song⤟

I wrote this when I wasnt that well so if some stuff sounds/seems weird I'm sorry, I tried my best to correct it HAHAHA I need to write more about one piece sob,,,,

Ace and Luffy are the worst for the mere reason that they are straightforward. A lot. Like they both clearly stated that they like you in a more romantic sense when you stated that you two were friends, but if you somehow still didn't get the hint they would be clueless about what to do other than scream their love. Ace would be a lot more flirty and teasing than Luffy, mostly because the latter isn't interested in it lmfao. Also Luffy is oblivious too, he isn't that interested in having a love relationship, while Ace not at all, and would notice things pretty quickly.

Sabo isn't that bad. But I feel like he could be quite oblivious too, making the situation both funny and annoying to everyone else. You both like each other, flirt even, but still convinced that the other is just being friendly koala is screaming into her pillow please. Luckily Sabo braincells would connect and realize what has been happening for a while, also thanks to Koala, so everything is well. Kind of. He has no idea how to make you realize his feelings without screaming like the other two

Zoro is both oblivious and straightforward. He lives in his own world of training, not noticing it your flirting or his own until it's too late. Drives him a little bit insane how oblivious you are even if he thought it made things pretty clear; he likes you and wants to take your relationship further, but maybe his wording wasn't the best and you misunderstood... Somehow.

You just think that Sanji is being, you know, Sanji. So you don't think too much about it. Expect the fact that he is being much worse when it's about you; he knows your favorite food, drink, book and he is always, always thriving for your attention and praise. Not also very shy about it, will remind you time and time again that he likes you. Without batting an eye. Maybe tearing a little bit considering how you constantly reject his feelings by calling him friends, although you didn't mean it

I like to think that Izo is into a more traditional way of courting, so your misunderstanding of his gestures is pretty normal, considering that they both be seen as platonic and romantic. However, he is gonna make stuff pretty clear soon while slightly teasing you, finding your obliviousness simply adorable. He won't mind it that much, using it mostly to tease just a tiny bit. A tiny bit he says, lying.

My sweet boy Cavendish is so confused and perplexed. He honestly thought it was pretty clear, considering how clearly he favors you over anyone else. Not that he minds it, he finds it as a battle to make you understand his feelings, and it's a good excuse to pamper you with gifts and affection. Like the dude would propose to you to be his partner like he's asking your hand in marriage, he is not subtle by any means. Probably took the word out of his dictionary.

Rayleigh is a fucker. He noticed how completely oblivious you are to his flirting right from the start and he is amused by it, loving to tease you and make you question what his action actually means. He doesn't do it with malice and would clarify pretty quickly his feelings, waiting for you to get embaressed over the situation with a smirk.

Poor Trafalgar has no idea how to work in this situation. You can literally hear the gear in his brain trying to work out, because, in all honesty, he thought his feelings were all over the place. He's glad that it isn't the case, but he has no idea how to confess his feelings without secondhand embarrassment. Especially with how many times you have called him a dear friend in his face, ignoring his groan and grunt.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 months

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How OP men would react in a situation where you get anxious (Straw hats men! x fem! reader)

A/N: Just working... bye -Val

Characters: Sanji, Luffy and Zoro

Words: 1,612

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Sanji:

Storm

You wake up as another lighting strikes the peaceful silence in the Going Merry. Your body’s covered in sweat, your heartbeat pounding on your chest and the tears dripping down your cheeks. “Shit, shit, stop!” You say at loud as you cover your ears. “Please,” you sob.

You always wanted to be like those people who enjoy the sound of the rain and are fascinated by lighting, but no...

“Fuck! Stop!” You leave your bed, feeling frustrated and exit your room.

The storm makes the ship lurch dangerously sideways, making you tremble in the corridors. The place you reach without thinking is the kitchen, and you fall inside immediately and crawl behind the counter.

“Y/N?” You hear a voice, but your trembling body won't let you react to it “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Sanji kneels in front of you.

Another lighting strike makes you squeal before you can say anything.

Sanji frowns. “The storm?” He asks.

You feel his strong arms move you to his lap and hug you against his chest.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweets,” he coos as he caresses your back. You clutch your hand on his shirt like your life depends on it, his body heat and tender touches try to calm you. “I got you, baby. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I promise.”

He keeps saying sweet reassuring things to you as if the storm isn’t out there.

“You’re so brave, Y/N,” The storm is fading little by little. “So strong and smart. Don’t worry about anything, you can trust me. Oh! You know what this reminds me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, “When we made that complicated cake,” he chuckles. “I was scared and anxious, but you reassured and trusted me. You helped me in the kitchen, and we made a total disaster all over the place.”

You remember too. You raise your head to watch him.

“We burned the mix three times!” He exclaims laughing. “And the flour was more in your face than in the cake,” You giggle at that, so he lowers his head and smiles softly at you. “We did it at the end, didn’t we?” You nod. “But you never gave up on me,” he leans and kisses your forehead. “Are you feeling better, love?”

You nod again. “Thank you, Sanji.”

“There’s nothing to thank, darling. It's a pleasure to have you in my arms. You know what I’m thinking?”

“What?

He moves his arms to hold you tighter. “I’m starting to think my arms are made for holding you.”

You smile. “I think so too,” You lean to kiss his cheek.

Luffy

Being in the spotlight

“So, is it true that you’re the only one without a devil’s fruit?” A girl interrupts your walk.

“Uh?”

“Who’s the stronger Straw-hat?” Asks another boy.

“How did you defeat that super strong man?” The people surround you and ask you many questions.

“Are you dating someone?”

“Is it true that you’re the future pirate queen?”

Your body starts to shake, it’s hard to breathe and your hands are covered in sweat. “Please, just back off. I don’t know—”

“Are you having a family with Monkey D. Luffy?”

“Who’s more handsome?”

Meanwhile, Luffy’s enjoying food at the corner when he hears his name. He turns to look for the person, but he stops startled as he sees all the people reunited on the other side of the room.

“Nami,” she’s by his side. “What’s going on there?” He points.

“I don’t know.”

“Guys!” Usopp arrives taking off his binoculars “They’re surrounding Y/N!”

“What?”

Luffy stretches his neck, and he finds you in distress. “Usopp,” he pokes his arm. “I have an idea.”

The lights turn off and then, just one reflects to the other side of the room. “Ladies, and gentlemen,” Usopp appears. “May I have your full attention, please? I want to show you something. I’m sure you’ve never seen before!” He moves dramatically. “And for that, I need everybody to walk closer to me!” The crowd move slowly, curious about the new show.

Out of nowhere, you feel a grip on your waist and are pulled until you crash into a body. You open your mouth to protest but Luffy makes a sign to be quiet. He lifts you, so your legs hug his low waist, and you hold him by the neck. Luffy jumps and runs out the window and through the big house’s roof to finally land in a flat part.

When he makes sure you can stand, he lets you go.

“Holy shit!” You’re heavy breathing and put a hand on your chest as you sit down.

“Are you okay?” Luffy asks.

“No, Luffy. I’m not okay. A million people cornered me, asking me stupid questions and they demanded answers, then being treated like a fucking ragdoll and fly to the damn roof!” You yell at him exhaling all the frustration.

He moves awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “So, how do you feel now?” He smiles.

You frown standing up. “Why do you ask me that? How blind are you? I'm annoyed, overwhelmed, and exhausted. They don’t know about us; they don’t know me. I mean, how dare they ask me all that bullshit and treated me like I’m the weak one of the group? Shit! Someone asked if I’m having children with you! We saved them two minutes ago and they want our gossip? Why?”

“You should scream!” He raises his arms.

“What?”

“Scream! Like this!” He screams like an animal as he jumps many times. “C’mon! Your turn!”

You’re so confused by now, but your body’s shaking still so you obey him. Both of you scream so loud that your throats hurt. Somehow, that helps and makes you feel lighter. After a while, you look at Luffy and he smiles wide. You hug him tight.

“Thank you, Lu.”

He giggles. “You’re welcome!” He hugs you back. “Now, I’ll go for more food for us,” he says ending the hug.

Zoro:

Crowd

The city’s downtown is crowded, and it’s the stupid festival's fault, Zoro thinks.

You two must find Luffy before the Marines do, but the people and all the distractions make it difficult. At some point, Zoro feels your small hand grabbing his wrist and he turns to see you out of breath and trying not to get lost, the people are moving and crashing into your body like you aren’t there.

“Shit,” he murmurs. Zoro quickly takes your hand and leans at your height. “Y/N, hey. Breathe, breathe for me, c´mon,” You look at his eyes with fear.

“I can’t—I have to... Zoro, help,” you try to say.

He nods ignoring his lack of orientation and he takes all his focus on getting you safely out of there. He pulls you closer to his body, then he remembers Nami’s words ‘If you need to return to the ship, follow where the big fish statue is, and you’ll see the Merry—Zoro, wake the hell up!’ He shakes his head.

“The big fish!” He yells and points at the other side of the fountain in the middle. “Let’s go, I got you,” he tells you as he puts an arm around you and starts to push people away. He can feel your tense body and he checks your status every few minutes. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

The second he says that a loud bang is heard, causing panic among the people. They run and scream everywhere.

“Zoro!” You yell.

“Fuck!” He thinks fast as he kneels near you. “Hop up!” He points at his back.

You jump, hold his neck and place your legs around his waist, hiding your face on his shoulder. Zoro makes sure you’re okay and run as fast as he can. Although some people push him, he continues his way without stopping.

You close your eyes as the tears fall without control. You can’t think of anything else but to hold Zoro.

“Y/N, hey,” Zoro whispers. You open your eyes slowly and realize that you are back on the ship.

You sit down, back against the wood handrail and Zoro kneels in front of you. “There you go,” he smirks looking at your eyes and grabbing your face. “How do you feel?”

You analyze yourself, checking if your body is complete; your heart isn’t rising anymore. You’re… fine. “I’m okay,” you smile. “Thanks to you”.

He nods caressing your cheek. “Are you sure? Do you need anything?”

“Just… just you, please,” He moves to your side, and he lifts you to his lap as he holds you to his chest. “I was so scared,” you mumble. You feel his kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, it’s over now.”

“Have I ruined everything?”

“Usopp found Luffy, and the others are coming, you don’t have to worry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say crap like that, everybody’s scared of something.”

“You aren’t,” You lean back to look at him.

“I was scared too,” he looks away. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“About what?”

“Let’s just— uh,” he groans, “just let me hold you before someone sees us.” He pulls you back again.

“But what scared you?”

“Forget it.”

“But I want to help you, what if it happens again?”

“It won’t, I’ll make sure of it.”

“But—”

“Lose you, okay!? Scared the shit out of me, damn it!”

“Oh.”

After a minute of silence, you hug him again.

“You’re my hero, baby,” You smile hearing his scoff.

“Shut up,” you giggle and you’re sure he’s smiling too.

“My knight in shiny armor.”

He puts a hand over your mouth.

#twoidiots writing #one piece zoro #one piece luffy #one piece #one piece sanji #strawhat pirates #monkey d luffy x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #rononoa zoro

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roseglazedlens · 8 months

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hehe hi i saw that your requests were open and idk if this is like too much or anything but sobbing head in hands head canons about reader having a dog that just does not get along with their s/o (any character of your choosing), like perhaps not like barking at them, but the dog is definitely playfully biting their toes every time they see them

⦑ 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎’𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬 ⦒

characters: chris redfield, leon kennedy, claire redfield, piers nivans & jill valentine. a/n: thank you so much for requesting lovely! i don't have any furbabies myself, but one day!!! once again, i apologise for getting carried away with these headcanons, i just love all characters! content: SFW

CHRIS REDFIELD

He has a German Shepherd at home!! Dog person all his life!

Had considered being a professional dog trainer in his younger years, and did some courses on it, but ultimately did not pursue it.

Gets along with your dog almost instantly - your dog respects Chris.

Would teach your dog all kinds of tricks - honestly helps you out a lot!

Would be annoying and give you unsolicited advice about your dog's diet and training (which you shut him up with a kiss)

Has a YouTube channel about educational dog content with only three videos of him just talking to the camera, that is all posted 7 years ago.

LEON KENNEDY

Leon doesn't mind dogs, but he prefers cats more.

So when Leon visits you, he isn't used to the shower of affection your dog gives.

If your dog were to not get along with him, Leon would put his hands up to show he doesn't mean harm.

Eventually earning your dog's mercy after playing fetch with them!

It's a little tiring for Leon, who is only used to the company of cats.

But he knows your dog is your family and wants to make sure he gets along with them.

Would try to convince you that a cat would be a good addition to your family (so his cat can have a playmate).

CLAIRE REDFIELD

There was only Claire and her brother in the Redfield household, so Chris surprised Claire with a dog for her birthday one time to help with the loneliness. And that cheered Claire up greatly, and made her love dogs!.

No. 1 chihuahua defender - Always trying to break the stereotype that chihuahuas are aggressive, and rants on about how so many people don't know how to respect their boundaries.

Volunteers at a dog shelter!

It is no surprised she would get along with yours, with how big dogs has become in her life.

If she gets bitten playfully, Claire would play dead. And then come back to life when your dog paws at her cheeks. (She can't stop smiling from the cuteness)

Would scream "doggo!" everytime she passed by one.

PIERS NIVANS

He loooves dogs!! And dogs love him!

Piers just radiates 'dog owner energy' - random dogs, including yours, will sniff him and try to be friends if he passes by.

Dogs are just naturally drawn to Piers, and he's not complaining.

Meets your dog once, and your dog already loves him more. You're a little salty about it, but glad that they get along.

Best belly rubs giver!

His dog is friends with Chris' dog, so they go on a walk together every Sunday morning.

JILL VALENTINE

Jill is a dog person, even if I can see her being a cat person too.

I see Jill being super affectionate to her dog, always giving kisses and hugs the moment she returns from an op.

After Arklay Mountains, I can see her dog being concerned at Jill's attitude change. Whining a little to show that they're here for Jill.

When she meets your dog, her expression warms at the sight. I see Jill getting attached to your dog easily, and they get along together well after playing fetch a few times.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @valsthea @custard0nut © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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slutforsilverfoxes · 10 months

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Sunrise, Sunset

[A/N: I wrote this in a rush bc there’s some stuff going on in my personal life and I just watched episode 9x10 and I needed a good cry 🥺]

*Warning you rn, sad Stevie ahead

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“Christ,” you grumble under your breath, slipping in a puddle and nearly falling flat out on the back porch. You try to adjust the grocery bags in your hands to see where you’re stepping, juggling your house keys between two fingers as you mutter on, “How many times have I told that man to wipe down the deck after a swim? Gonna break my damn face one-”

Your griping comes to a dead halt and the bags fall onto the deck with a series of heavy thuds. It’s not water you slipped on.

“St-Steve?” you stammer out, choking on his name. As you follow the trail into your home, now resembling more of a macabre art exhibit than a kitchen, your voice grows stronger and you yell, “Steve! Steven!” Red streaks and fingerprints are smeared across every visible surface, and the sheer volume of blood on the floor sends your heart leaping into your throat.

You can hear heavy footfalls rounding the corner, and you brace yourself to meet your demise at the hands of the same man who attacked your husband minutes ago. Then panicked blue eyes appear at the doorway, and tears pool in your own as you rush into the familiar security of Steve’s arms.

“You’re okay,” you exhale sharply, hands roaming every inch of skin that you can find. Your fingers graze over several bandages along his arms and chest, across his split lip, down the bridge of his nose, and you repeat again, “You’re okay.”

“Most of that blood’s not mine,” he assures you, tenderly brushing his thumb over your cheek and giving you a moment to catch your breath.

“Is this- Is someone after your team?” you ask, taking note of his harried appearance and red-rimmed eyes as he leads you to sit on the living room couch.

He sniffs sharply and averts his gaze before answering, “Not Five-0. My team from the Morocco op.”

You take his hand and bring it to your lap, squeezing it tightly and running your thumb over his knuckles. “How many, Steve?”

He swallows thickly. “Three.”

“And…” You steel yourself for your follow up question. “And Joe?”

Giving your hand a squeeze in return, he says, “Joe’s okay.”

You take and release a deep breath, then lift his hand to your mouth and press a kiss to the back of it. “Do what you need to do,” you say softly. “Just come home to me in one piece when it’s done.”

“Angel, this might not-”

“Consider that an order, Steve,” you cut him off, lifting your resolute gaze to meet his. “You will come home to me.”

“Okay, mama,” he whispers. “Okay.”

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The telltale sound of a key slipping into the lock has you jolting awake in the dark living room. Sitting up on the couch, you rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock to find it’s nearly three in the morning. Steve steps inside and locks the door behind him before dropping his bag to the floor. Even in the dim lighting, you can see the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders, and you call out to him softly.

He takes lumbering steps towards you, then sinks to his knees and rests his head on your thigh, his arms coming up to encircle your waist. “I came home to you,” he says, haunted, his voice muffled by your cotton shorts.

“Thank you, baby,” you whisper, carding your hands through his hair as he tightens his grip on you, his anchor.

“I came home,” he intones again. Your heart aches at how small he sounds, and you understand in that moment what he’s really saying to you: I’m the only one who came home. Pressing your lips to his forehead, you murmur, “You can let go now, honey. Let it go.”

His large body quakes beneath your fingertips, heaving with silent sobs as a lifetime of loss and sacrifice takes its toll. Drawing in shuddering breaths, he clings to you like you’re the oxygen he’s seeking while you rock him side to side and run your hand along his back.

The sun will come up in a few hours, and with it, a new day. But for tonight, all your husband can focus on is coming home to you and the most beautiful sunset he’s ever seen.

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[A/N… again: Writing that last line broke me 😔 If you’ve seen this episode I hope you get the reference; seeing my baby sad breaks my heart and I was ugly crying by that point ngl]

#steve mcgarrett #angst #my poor baby 😔#I wish I could actually hold this man #he deserves so much love #sad boi hours #steve mcgarrett x you #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x female reader #steve mcgarrett fanfiction #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagine #hawaii five o imagine

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OK after reading some fan reports, I'm did what I could to compile and summarize them all. So here it is...

THE KAMEN RIDER BLADE 20TH ANNIVERSARY LIVE SHOW (stage play): a summary

Screencaps of my summary in the cut below for Spoilers

- King got released somehow and starts causing havoc as well as stole some cards from BOARD (Tiger included)

- Steals Hajime's Mantis card and unseals him

- Hajime reunites with Tachibana and the narrator reveals that they have gotten along much better within 20 years (Hajime even apologized to Tachibana for the trouble)

- Hajime (in Joker form) and Tachibana fight King and Mantis. Mantis attacks Tachibana but was shielded by Hajime, and ends up getting sealed

- Also we get to hear Mantis talk for the first time and he's like disappointed that Hajime is holding back on being Joker during their newest flight but King just goes" lol anyway (interrupts their fight)"

- Mutsuki as Leangle then comes to help

- Turns out Mutsuki was in Tibet and works under Tachibana as a researcher

- Tachibana mentions his research is going well, then retreats as Mutsuki goes to take care of King

- Mutsuki then has to fight Tiger under King's control

- scene changes to Mantis Undead

- Kenzaki finally appears, immediately recognizes Hajime isn't present thru his Joker senses, and demands Mantis to tell him what happened to his friend

- THEY FIGHT and Kenzaki transforms to Blade

- (OP points out that even as a Joker Undead, Kenzaki still fights with precision as he does back then when he was human)

- Mantis then explains that there's someone else whos the one who unsealed King and is the mastermind of what's happening

- Mantis is defeated and Kenzaki seals him

- scene changes, returns to Mutsuki vs Tiger

- Tiger suddenly stops and reaches out to Mutsuki, trying to resist the brainwashing

- Mutsuki hears Shima's voice and takes Tiger back to him (regaining her sense before willingly being sealed again)

- He then faces King and finally transforms to his own King Form

- (OP notes that everyone was screaming and sobbing when this happened, same with Kenzaki's first appearance in the stage show where it's described that he has a Terrifying and Intimidating presence the moment he walks in from the Audience aisle and to the stage.... omg...)

- ANYWAY MUTSUKI OVERPOWERS KING and manages to retrieve Hajime's card

- Unfortunately Mutsuki can't take his King Form's power for too long and was quickly reverted to base Leangle

- Before King would attack Mutsuki, time immediately freezes

- Kenzaki arrives using the Scarab card!!!! And tells Mutsuki he's doing great so far 🥹🥹🥹🥹

- King moves again, and Kenzaki tells Mutsuki to unseal Hajime

- REUNION HAPPENING

- Hajime thanks Mutsuki (Which OP notes is rare to hear especially hearing him call Mutsuki by his first name instead of his Rider name)

- Mutsuki was told to retreat while Hajime and Kenzaki face King

- Hajime: I will not waste the feelings of my friends!

- YEAH HAJIME CONSIDERS MUTSUKI AND TACHIBANA AS HIS FRIENDS TOO 🥹🥹🥹

- THEY FIGHT KING

- OP: King then starts to sound like a conspiracy theorist (regarding the mastermind of their unsealing) before being defeated and sealed

- Kenzaki wonders what King meant and if it's related to them being Joker again (referencing THE ZI-O EPS)

- Before Kenzaki could leave Hajime, he was ambushed....

- SURPRISE it's *ANOTHER BLADE*

- Kenzaki worriedly thought it was Amane at first but Hajime quickly sensed Another Blade's presence is neither human or Undead

- Another Blade attacks and it was enough to cancel both Kenzaki's and Hajime's transformation reverting them back to their human form

- Another Blade says they will be the new embodiment of chaos and destruction, to which Hajime states he won't let them destroy the world

- Mutsuki and Tachibana finally reappears, and reuniting all 4 riders

- they're all happy to see each other... even Hajime is smiling 🥹

- All 4 transform and face Another Blade together

- BLADE BRAVE plays and the 4 riders reenact the poses in the opening theme yoooo

- there's a bit where Hajime would say the "I'LL BEAT YOU UP" line again from the original show and that got the audience to laugh fhfjdkk (how could you not tho 😂)

- gonna keep the climax brief but yeah it's the Big FIGHT scene

- Tachibana and Mutsuki manage to seal the remaining Undead

- then EVERYONE shifts to their King Form (and Wild Chalice) to stop Another Blade

- There's a lot of cool stage effects going on too

- Kenzaki makes the finishing blow after receiving three other cards from his friends

- I forgot to mention but only Kenzaki and Hajime remember everything that happened in Zi-O before the reset. Tachibana and Mutsuki are absolutely clueless and are lost when Hajime mentioned about it. And it's only now they learned about Another Blade's existence.

- Mutsuki brings up his worries about new enemies beyond what they know but Kenzaki reassures him it'll be alright and that they can handle it together

- Tachibana then tells Kenzaki that he's still finding a way to turn him back into a human which Kenzaki appreciates and thanks him (still showing his respect to him as his senior at work) 🥹🥹🥹

- Hajime then says he'll wait forever among the humans (OP notes his voice is gentler just like in the finale ep) to which Kenzaki replies that someday the battle will end for sure...

- ELEMENTS plays as the 4 raise their fists together just like in the 2nd OP 🥺

- Kenzaki leaves first disappearing behind the smoke

- Tachibana and Mutsuki leaves

- Hajime was the last to leave but also the slowest, as he lowers his head before making his exit from the stage

- While Hajime leaves, Kenzaki's silhouette in the smoke remains and he's facing Hajime's direction before completely disappearing (OP mentions the lighting used for the smoke is colored gold...... LIKE THE COLOR OF THE GINGKO LEAVES AT THE PARK DURING THE BENCH SCENE FHDJNFKLK)

- once everything is dark, two colored silhouettes appeared: red and blue

- the blue one confirms that the Battle Fight will resume as two Undeads are still active

- the red one then says that they'll continue to observe as they hope to restore harmony to the world

- though made vague in the stageshow, OP points out that these two are actually the final bosses from the Blade novel

- THE END

#Kamen Rider Blade #kamen rider #i am absolutely losing my mind about thid #im so glad i never changed my icon because blade will always be in my heart #what the heck why is Kamen rider blade #kenzaki and hajime ah #anyways enjoy gang and perish with me and other fellow fans

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Invincible Fic Recs

Also bored as hell so here's Invincible fic recommendations because I can, in no particular order. This fandom's weirdly small (from what I can see) but there are people making fics and I will treasure and cherish them until the sun explodes. Thank you fanfic writers, I love you fanfic writers, doing incredible work, fanfic writers <3 Maybe you've read all these already, or hopefully you can find a fic to adore! TBH a lot of Mark-centic fics because I am biased <3 Feel free to add on!!!

something better, pushed right back by umanta | Word Count: 13k | Tags to Note: PTSD, Homophobia, Racism, Child Abuse | Oneshot

Being invincible has less to do with the body and more to do with the soul. Mark's friends use the power of teenage shenanigans to help him find his feet again.

Notes: Literally one of my fav Invincible fics of all time. They're just teens and I love all of them so much.

me and myself by avisisisisisissss (joyfuldreamlandcheesecake) | Word Count: 4.6k | Tags to Note: AU, Torture, Evil Mark, Dimensional Travel | WIP!

Mark is dealing with Angstrom's death and the stains of blood on his hands. Meanwhile, Mark has been captured by Cecil, who is torturing him to get him to answer to him. ...It's complicated. Or, when his evil version from another universe ends up in this dimension, Mark starts to feel like someone threw gasoline in his dumpster fire of a life.

Notes: Me biased? Pshhh, not at all. But AU based on a post of mine, please read it, it's really incredible already :)

in the end, you're all i have by orphan_account | Word Count: 1.4k | Tags to Note: Post-Season 1, Hugging, Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Oneshot

Amber’s incredulous look is only brief before she reaches over and grabs the book, opening it to the last page that she was reading. Mark’s eyes are fluttering before she even makes it through the first page; his body goes slack against her, breathing lulls, attention wavers. But she keeps reading the words on the pages, brushing her hand through his hair until she hears soft snores whistling through his nostrils and he finally succumbs to his exhaustion.

Notes: I love Amber and Mark and this is such so soft and good. Truly lovely.

Architect of Your Own Demise by Marzi | Word count: 7k | Tags to Note: AU, Role Reversal, Canon levels of violence, | Oneshot

A lot of his dad's stories were about a beautiful wizard saving a prince from a tall, lonely tower. His dad had a whole series of adventures they went on once the prince was rescued. Though he still seemed to get into plenty of trouble, the wizard always helped him escape. Finding out the stories were true had been thrilling. His mother did save his father when they first met, but she hadn't used spells. She was an alien. She was a superhero. And one day, Mark would be too.

Notes: In all honesty, Marzi writes so many epic Invincible fics, it's had not to list them all, please check them out if you somehow havent' already??? I am weak for Role Swaps though and this is does it so well.

Cold Snap by Marzi (series) | Word Count: 11.9k total | Tags to Note: what if debbie was also allowed to make bad choices, possession, potentially disturbing mutilation based impulses | WIP!

The edge of her mouth twitched again, like it was caught on some hook. She was smiling. She was laughing at him. That wasn't his wife. He moved forward, hand outstretched and on her throat. He had her pinned against the counter before he finished blinking. "What are you?" She leaned into him, unconcerned with the threat against her. It also clearly didn’t care about hiding anymore. "Think you have time to find out?"

Notes: Another Marzi fic because I love Debbie. POSSESSED DEBBIE LIKE HELLO??? I had to share.

Spill the tea boy by mandaree1 | Word Count: 1k | Tags to Note: Set After "It's Been A While", | Oneshot

Mark is visited by friends on Thraxa.

Notes: Crying sobbing begging for more GoG & Mark interactions like these. They heal me ok, thank you, op.

all the things left behind by cadastre | Word Count: 28K | Tags to Note: AU, Captivity, Forced Cohabitation, Aftermath of Torture, Survivor's Guilt, Nolan Grayson's A+ Parenting | WIP!

Mark is invincible. When the world ends, that becomes William's problem.

Notes: Omg fucked up Mark and William interactions??? HELLO? Yes PLEASE? No one is having a good time <3 I haven't seen a fic quite like this so please read!

from a body that used to be yours by thislittlebagofdreams | Word Count: 30K | Tags to Note: Angst, Self Hatred, Alien Biology, Binge Eating, | WIP!

After his dad reveals the truth, Mark returns home to find half the silverware missing. Or: After his dad reveals the truth, Mark reminds his mom too much of his dad.

Notes: I haven't seen an alien bio fic either for this fandom and this is STELLAR! I love the change that Viltramites can't cry, that's such a epic idea???

All Alone Now by YingYangKay | Word Count: 2k | Tags to Note: Solitary Confinement, Dissociation, | Oneshot

Imprisoned and alone, (Evil) Mark has plenty of time to self-reflect and think about his life choices.

Notes: ILY EVIL MARK! I just adore his POV as he reflects, entrapped, and alone. Angst my beloved.

Again, feel free to add on! :D I hope someone finds a new fic to read and adore!!!

#long post #fanfic rec #fic recs #invincible #invincible series #mark grayson #invincible fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #invincible rotating in my mind #invincible show #oooo you wanna read these fics so bad #solid chance everyone's read this already maybe??? but i'm bored so check them out anyway!! leave a comment!! show some love :)#begging keep this fandom alive asjkfdjfkd

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