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starzshopoflove · 3 months

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Double Trouble (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

request fill for @bringinsexybackk69 <3 hope you enjoy this little drabble!! Notes: fem reader! sfw, chaotic couple, fluff, civilian reader

Soap: getting a girl

Okay, not unbelievable; he's quite the pretty boy. He’ll usually squawk about some bird for a few weeks, then shut up once he’s done with her. Sometimes he’ll bring them around base for a round at the pub or to a government charity event the squad was forced to attend.

Recently, he has been less rowdy and more active. And by active, I mean rushing home as soon as he’s done with work on base. He’s been saying some nonsense about his family being in town.

He’s been more diligent with his paperwork, gathering up the lot and running himself down to the archivist to drop them off before getting home. Not even stopping with the force to grab a pint at the pub or have dinner.

Of course, he does eventually crack and tell Ghost. The poor boy can't keep his mouth shut for anything. Giggling as he unlocks his phone to scroll through and show ghost pictures of you together, his personal favorite being a screenshot of you holding a burnt pan of something thats supposed to resemble food thats been charred to nothingness with the biggest smile on your face, of course paired with a little text.

‘My man is eatin' good tonight. Bon appetit, baby.😍’

Ghost gave him a weak thumbs up. You were gorgeous; don't get him wrong, but for a civilian to be as strange or erratic as Soap meant some screws were definitely lost, perhaps multiple. Soap finally let himself yap a bit more about you to the squad, explaining that he actually wanted to take you seriously and didn't want to jinx it by bragging about you before he could really be sure.

Soap started bringing you around the base after a few weeks, ready for you to meet his friends—well, more like brothers—and Price as his proxy dad. You concerned Ghost more than annoyed him, and you clicked with Gaz almost as easily as you did Soap. Price didn't get to meet you on the same night Gaz and Ghost did since he was held up in a meeting.

Your first encounter with him wasn't exactly charming.

Price was honestly just trying to get on with his day; he was already pissed off dealing with rookies misbehaving. All he wanted to do was drop off these papers and nurse a nice, good scotch before bed.

He stood in front of Soap’s office door, knocking on it, waiting for some reply. Hearing nothing, he tried again. Still nothing.

'Whatever, he's probably pissing or something, I’ll just drop these and leave’

Sighing heavily, he leans his head against the door, bringing a tired hand to the door knob and briefly shutting his eyes, imagining the drink that will soon be his. Hey, he's actually kind of happy right now. Maybe he’ll wait for Soap and take the boys out for a round; maybe that'll make his day.

A small smile cracks on his face fondly as he twists the doorknob, cracking it open. That same smile drops just as quickly.

Oh, what the fuck?

He’s greeted by the sight of Johnny's desk on fire—no explanation, just the table on fire. No, not the papers on the table on fire, but the actual table on fire. Also, he’s screaming, and so is the lady with him. Wait, who the fuck is she?

“PAT IT OUT, WOULD YOU?"

Johnny's shouting—actually screaming—how did he not hear this behind the door when he was coming in? Price just stands there, eyebrows wrinkled as he squints his eyes, barely able to process what he's seeing at 11 p.m. with his brain feeling like mush.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?"

Oh great, now she's screaming. His eyes wander over to you in your screaming match, trying to figure out the fire extinguisher. Johnny's trying to fan out the flame while you're struggling to pull the pin.

"CLEARLY NOT PUTTIN TH’ FUCKIN FIRE OOT"

“YOU CAN SEE ME TRYING JOHNNY."

"PRICE IS GONNAE FUCKIN MURDER ME."

“YOU MEAN THAT, GUY? HI, Mr. Price."

Johnny whips his head to the open door, where Price stands still verily confused as the lady works a miracle, extinguishing the fire while also covering Johnny in the same foam. Panting, you drop the extinguisher on the floor, slapping your hands on your knees. You turn to look at Price, shooting him the same grin Johnny has had before.

“Lovely to meet you, boss!!” You seem to chirp out happily.

"Pleasures are all mine” is all Price can manage at this point.

It seems like thing one has finally found thing two.

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yeen-meteor · 6 months

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I want to take a moment to try to express why i appreciate Haru's sadism as an actual serious part of her characterization and not just a funny contrast joke and 'yay girl violence!' don't get me wrong i love me some yay girl violence for the sake of it, but like. i think there's a lot to work with there for genuine drama writing, too, not just comic relief and i want to talk about it! (cw sugimura)

for all of haru's backstory and her life with her father, sure she's rich and has a lot of privileges, but the one thing she completely lacks is any sort of control. Everything about her life is being decided for her, her father has decided on the shape of her entire future, and she can't do anything to change it - she's being raised just for the sake of being outright sold as a sex slave trophy wife to a perverted creep who is certainly too rich and powerful to ever face legal trouble for marital rape. She's going through the motions, enjoying what she can of the life she has while she still has it, completely hopeless in the face of this horrifying future that other people are forcing her into. Her will means nothing, what she wants means nothing.

And then the Phantom Thieves come along, and they give her the power to make her will matter, to fight for her own freedom and happiness. And that power comes in the shape of violence, physically fighting images of all the things and people standing in her way.

But more than that, she starts to feel 'shivers of excitement' when she hears shadows begging and pleading beneath her. She feels what it's like to have something absolutely, pathetically desperate to make her stop, to deny her what she wants - and to bask in the feeling that she doesn't have to listen, she's the strong one, she can shut them the fuck up with an axe through the skull because their will, their selfish desire, their plan for her doesn't matter anymore, her will, Haru's will matters. It's catharsis, it's intoxicating, it's a rich and indulgent feeling of real actual control and the freedom that comes with it, something she's been denied all her life, and it's probably an unhealthy way to get that feeling but who cares? these are just shadows!

And that catharsis and relief and self-assured confidence she gets from that just makes her better able to be her sweetest, kindest, purest self around the people she loves! It doesn't undermine the sweet person she is, it helps it!

And then, she makes the choice to try to cure her father's brain-rotting greed and see if there's anything worth salvaging in his heart. It might not be the best choice, it could certainly be argued about, but it's her choice, it's her will, and she finally, finally feels like she's able to make that mean something-

and Akechi takes the choice away from her, and forces her to live in the future he decided for her.

I think when people write the dynamic between Akechi and Haru, they can sometimes miss the forest for the trees - 'you killed my father', without the underlying 'this was the first time i believed i ever had a choice in my own life, and you took it away from me and fucking crushed it before my eyes'. I've also seen it done very well too, and I love it! but i think a lot of writers are sleeping on the potential a bit, of haru & akechi focused stories, or even of haru as a source of drama and an interesting supporting character in shuake stories. In general, haru's potential for anger, frustration, violent desires and just a need to feel in control of her own life has a lot of potential in drama writing!

Atlus certainly dropped the ball on the akechi and haru dynamic, and kept the sadism thing as mostly comic relief, but Persona canons are all half-realized outlines of good ideas just begging for fic writers to come and actually flesh them out, anyway, so ah well!

all i hope for is that if you're a persona writer that doesn't know what to do with haru or how to use her, or doesn't pay her much mind, maybe this might inspire you or give you a clearer idea of how to write her dramatic side!

#persona 5 #haru okumura #goro akechi #i love haru so much because i also had a guro phase and a learned helplessness trauma phase at the same time lmao #send me good haru drama if you know of it or write it! <3

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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Bro, infinite darkness Leon is plaguing my mind I’m being so fr rn. So my req is like DomInfiniteDarkness!Leon and like this reader who rlly sarcastic and bites back and shit like that and the plot is (porn 🫶 obvi) that he asks reader to ride his face (after a few days of sexual tension) and like she’s taken aback at first but then she’s like ‘he’s hot tho’ (not rlly I can’t think of a better response, u can choose) so she rides his face yeah, and he has this grip on her thighs that she can’t even try squirming away

And omg, there should be like this one part when he’s eating her and like she grips his hair and he goes feral and sucks harshly as a motion to continue the grip on his hair, also the stubble that he has should like graze her poussay and like she clenches bc of it and Leon notices 😮‍💨🤭🤭

Leon just gives pussy-eater vibes, is it jus me? 😭 anyways in not asking this anonymously bc I need this shit so bad

If u wrote anything similar, I’m sorry 😭 😭

Tyyyy ♥️♥️♥️🫶🫶🫶🫶

( I had to, he’s so fine)

ID Leon is a plague in my mind he never goes away. I was actually writing a request super similar to this so i hope the other person who requested this sees this!! I honestly don’t think it’s that good but i try my hardest FOR YOU GUYS. I made the reader plus size deal with it and if you hate it so much just block it out with your mind okay because i needed to write a lil something for me in this one. Sorry i haven’t been posting much writing i hit little blocks sometimes and feel like my writing sucks but nothing a little sleep couldn’t fix!

Disclaimer!!! This blog is 18+ only! If you are underaged please don’t interact with my posts thank you!!

mentions of afab slighty plus size reader x ID Leon!!

Warnings: Angsty kinda! Mentions of yelling, holding guns and close to death experiences. Leon forces reader to sit on his face, he’s kinda rough with her

word count: 2,826

Heavy. Your arm hanging from the metal that had been broken not even seconds before. Though you and Leon had far to many disagreements he was still your partner. Just the way his head tilted up and his hand gripped at your wrist you knew he was so angry that you would throw yourself so close to death just to save him. The metal beneath you made a loud creaking noise as you gripped at Leon's hand, your other arm folding over to pull him up onto the platform with you.

“You have a death wish?”

Leon yelled as he tried to carefully crawl up next to you as you let go of his arm. You leaned back on your arms, catching your breath, your eyes followed Leon standing up, his hand reaching down to help you off the floor.

“That must’ve really bruised your ego huh, kennedy.”

Mascara caked a bit under your eyes due to all the running and the tank of water exploding all over you. Your hips swayed side to side as you put your hand up waving goodbye to Leon, yelling something about how you’d see him next week.

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Leon’s jaw tightened watching your hips sway, the way your soaked shirt clung to your body. You were his rookie once, he trained you from the ground up. Once your promotion hit you never let Leon talk down to you again, and he hated it. Snarky comments about his aim, about the way he talks, how he looks in his suits.

His body screamed at him for relief, preferably whiskey. The bar was quiet and he couldn’t help but thank the god he didn’t necessarily believe in. His fingers traced over the rim of his glass in front of him. The man had too much trauma, a troubling past and current that just weighed on him so heavily that it made everything he does difficult.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Your silky voice snapped him from his day dreaming, his chin tilting down as his eyes traced every dip and curve of your body before he brought the glass to his lips, the liquid stinging his throat as he tilted the glass against his mouth. You wore that pretty black dress you had been wearing back in Grahamas office, but of course you had to change when actual shit started to go down. It hugs your hips and thighs so good, your plush legs crossing over each other as you sat down staring at your partner.

“You okay?”

For once you seemed genuinely concerned for him, Leon’s head nodding as the bartender poured more whiskey into his glass. Your delicate hand reaching forward and pulling the glass from him. Leon sighed turning himself to you in full, his hands reaching down to unbutton his jacket that held it to his center.

“What.”

A smirk quickly grew on your lips as you took HIS whiskey down your throat, your nose scrunching as you pushed the glass back to him. He was so tired of your bratty demeanor, it’s so unprofessional, so unclassy. Your hands reached out to fix the collar of his white button down as you still processed the burn of the alcohol.

“I worry about you sometimes.. Anyways, I was looking for you then Claire told me you were rambling about desperately needing a drink.”

Leon couldn’t help but admire the way your hands moved when you spoke, your eyes rolling at the mention of his small drinking problem.

“Drinking everyday is bad for your liver Leon.”

Leon groaned at your lecturing, his hands coming up to shush you.

“Fuck you..”

He grumbled, causing your mouth to drop open. Honestly you were offended. For once you were really concerned about the man which was rare from either of you because if you weren’t working, you were fighting.

“You’d like that too much, old man.”

———-

“Cmon Le.. Let's just have one more drink.”

Leon’s hands held at your waist as you stumbled into him. So while you lectured him for drinking so much you downed shots one after another right in front of him. Leon watched you ramble all night, the night he was supposed to spend for himself. After he pulled the both of you outside, you shivered pointing to your car, you hand grabbing for your keys in your purse.

“Okay bye Leon.”

You slurred as a whistle left Leon’s lips, his much taller frame coming in front of you to catch you yet again. Your hands nudged at him, trying to push him off you as you whined about it being cold and how you wanted to lay down. His hands worked at his jacket, shrugging it off and reaching for your arms and slipping it onto you.

“Stop talking and walk, let’s go, you're not driving.”

You were an idiot. Leon’s head shook in disappointment as the two of you began your walk down the street in silence. Even through your drunken fog you could see he was upset with you, your hands playing with the long sleeves of his dark blue suit jacket. He did have his moments where he got genuinely upset with you, like when you had accidentally stabbed him during training, or when you stepped in front of him and Chris during a mission to take the damage of a blown hit. You didn’t belong in this field and he had no idea how you even made it this far. He reached into his back pocket pulling his keys out before he pushed open the door, turning himself back to you.

“Inside.”

His palm rested against your lower back as you stepped inside his home, your eyes adjusting to the lighting change. Leon pulled the jacket off of you and threw it on his couch before he leaned on the counter staring at you. Standing in the middle of his living room. His annoyance was making you sober, playing with your fingernails as he glared at you. His back turned to you as he pulled a glass from his cabinet, turning on his faucet to pour water into it. You flinched as he slammed it in front of you.

“Drink.”

A laugh left your lips as you reached for the glass, taking a sip. But Leon didn’t seem to find it as funny as you did, his hands resting on the beautiful marble counter.

“Lots of one word responses tonight huh.”

You asked as you finished off the glass of water, your hand rubbing your stomach. He was in his own world, it was shocking he cared as much as he did.

“Yeah, goodnight.”

Leon mumbled as he pulled the glass into his sink, pointing to the blankets on the couch. Watching his figure walk down the hall made your skin crawl. You wanted to tell him how scared you were today, how you almost lost him. How he didn’t notice the bruise on your right shoulder from almost breaking your shoulder saving him.

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A loud thump of a pillow hitting your face shook you from your sleep, your hand reaching for your gun as you sat up.

“Oh calm down. Let’s go Grahams called.”

Leon spoke as he handed you your shoes. You yawned, pushing your heels on before running out the door after him. It’s your favorite time of day, even though you have a violent hangover and it feels like you are going to puke with every step you take trying to catch up to Leon. Out of breath finally walking beside him you push your neck forward, nodding with that stupid smug look on your face that Leon hated.

“You clean up really nice Leon, what straightener do you use?”

How could you be so bitchy at eight in the morning, Leon’s eyes rolled, his lips pressed together as he got into his car, you not falling too short behind. Out of all the people in the department he didn’t understand how he ended up with you as his partner.

——-

“What?”

Leon stood next to you, him and the president sharing a glance as he sighed.

“Listen, Leon told me what happened yesterday and we decided collectively it would be best for you to go work for another agency.”

Your jaw grew tight, it felt like your teeth were being grinded down and your cheeks were flushed a deep red in anger. Your head snapped to Leon, your eyes squinting at him. How could he file a complaint about you saving his life? He is lying directly to the source but you had no proof he was lying which is what made the situation so much worse.

“Fuck you.”

Your words smacked Leon in the face, your body purposely shoving into his shoulder- and hard too. The sound of your heels clicking filled the hallway, your anger building in your chest as you stormed out the back door. This was your life purpose, being an agent. When your younger brother had died at the hands of Umbrella you tried working your way up to demolish it all. None of it mattered anyways because when you met Leon and Chris your life had completely changed. Even though you and Leon had too many unsolvable problems, you thought he still cared? Now you were left jobless, clueless. You looked down at your phone as it buzzed in your purse ‘Leon’ Flashing on the screen.

Stupid son a bitch.

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Loud banging on your door woke you up, your eyes fixing on the clock on your nightstand. Three in the morning? Sitting up quickly you pulled your handgun from your dresser, tip toeing into the living room area of your flat.

“Who is it? I have a gun!”

When not at work your self defense skills were beyond poor, the banging stopped, the sounds of shuffling were heard before a small thud was heard against your door. Peering into the small eyehole of your door, there stood Leon. His eyes squeezed shut as he rested his palm against your door, you immediately swung the door open causing Leon to fix at his posture.

“Jesus christ Leon, what the fuck?”

Leon’s body pushed into your flat, slamming the door behind him. His hands grabbed at the gun in your hand, laying it on your counter. Your lower back smacked against your couch as he towered over you, his hands reaching down to hold at your face before his lips smacked into yours. No alcohol? Leons teeth nipped at your lip, pulling a low moan from you before you put your hands out pushing him away from you

“What are you doing?”

Leon’s chest heaved as he stared at you, you still looked so sleepy, your pretty nightgown resting so beautifully on your thighs. Your hair was a mess and now your lips were all puffy, he couldn’t fucking stand you. Leon’s hand ruffled through his hair as he looked down the hall to your room, your bed sheets a mess. Leon’s hand gripped your upper arm, walking down the hallway with you in his hands.

“Leon! Stop! Look at me”

Pretending you didn’t like the way he touched you was a joke, and you knew Leon could tell just by the way you reacted to his touch. A whine spilled from your lips as he shoved you down onto your silk sheets, your fingers reaching down to fix your nightgown that had flown up. The sound of Leon’s knees hitting the floor echoed through your ears, your upper body lifting as you watched him lick at his chapped lips. His head shook at the sight of your glistening folds in front of him, your thighs squeezing together as you stared down at the man. Stammers of protest left your lips as Leon’s fingers dug into the flesh of your meaty thighs, of course he was strong but you didn’t know he was this strong. A deep groan emitted from his chest as he lifted his hand, his tongue running across his fingers. His eyes finally met yours, his fingers slick with his spit rubbing small circles on your clit.

“Not so much to say now, huh?”

Oh. Your heart dropped as you remembered the paperwork you had sent in placing a complaint for him. Talking about how unprofessional he was, how he drinks on the job, and stuff about his personal life in general, your lips shook as your mouth opened, a moan ripping from your throat as Leon's thick fingers pushed into you, your hand reached down grabbing at his wrist but he pushed it off to side as he rose his way up your much smaller body. His other hand gripped at the inner part of your knee, locking it beside him as he pushed his fingers into you.

“God you piss me off, Grahams was so mad at me you know? But unlike you I didn't lose my job. You had me with your little comments but I swear if you try something like this again, I will do more than fuck you stupid, Do you understand me?”

When did Leon get the capability to be so fucking mean? Your head nodded up at him, his fingers drawing from you. Leon’s head shook in disapproval as he pushed himself off you, laying down on his back.

“Sit.”

Great. Back with the one word responses. You sat up confused as your hand reached down to cover your exposed self. Your gaze shifted to Leon who looked so pretty sprawled out onto your black silk sheets. His pupils were blown with lust.

“Sit?”

Laughter came with the question as Leon tilted his head to the side to admire you tilting your head back as you laughed at yourself. His hands tugged you towards him, making you lose your balance. “fucking brat.” He mumbled as he dragged you onto of him, your body sitting on his chest.

“Sit on my face. I know you’re not stupid.”

Leon spoke up to you as he pulled your hips towards his face but you pushing yourself back made his eyebrows raise.

“Leon, I'm going to kill you..”

You sat up slightly trying to take more weight off his chest. You weren’t the skinniest but Leon knew that you were always a bit self conscious about your weight, and the amount of times he has caught you has been extremely surprising. One look down at him changed your mind, he was looking at you as if you were the only person in the word, his tongue continuously licking over his lips, you let out a shaky breath before you brought yourself forward grabbing at the headboard. Hovering over his face still too scared but Leon’s hands reached up, pushing you down onto his face.

“Leon!- oh-”

Screams of worry turned into soft cries of pleasure, Leon’s hands reaching back to cup at your ass in his hands, somehow pushing you further into him. Your eyes finally fluttered open, staring down at Leon who seemed to be enjoying much more than he should. Never did you imagine Leon’s face so deep into you, your thighs pushing against his cheeks, the scruff on his face scraping your soft skin. His eyes opened hazily, staring up at you as he pushed his tongue into you, his hands still rocking you into him.

“Leon wait!-”

You cried out as a boiling burn started to build in your stomach, your body going to crawl off of him. Leon’s arms wrap around your thighs before you’re flipped over, his thighs laying over his shoulder as he laps at your folds on long strokes. Your hands reach down, grabbing at his soft hair. Leon moans out, vibrating your entire body as he uses his fingers to hold your folds open. He’s sucking at your clit so fucking good, your hands trying to push him away as he hold you’re hips down. He could have this view forever, the way you’re crying for him and the way you taste so good in his mouth. The amount of times Leon has wanted to force you down and suck on your pretty little clit was too many to count on his hand.

“Fuck!”

Your scream could probably be heard from all the flats around you as your orgasm flashed through your body, causing tears to drip from your eyes. A cry left your throat as Leon sat up, his fingers gently rubbing small heart shapes on your clit with a big smile on his face. He looked so beautiful, your slick covering his chin and his lips swollen from sucking at your folds for so long.

“Le.. s’ too much.”

Leon shook his head as he leaned down, sloppily pressing kissing on your lips, your own taste filling your mouth before you screamed out at the feeling of Leon once again pushing his long fingers into you.

“Jus’ give me five more of those pretty.. I'm enjoying this too much.”

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #leon infinite darkness #ID leon #LEON EATS PUSSY YUP

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hey-august · 5 months

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★ Buggy Headcanons (SFW) ★

Image from vinlandsky

Based on OPLA Buggy ♡

a/n: Mix of relationship and general headcanons. Mentions of gender-neutral reader. Everything is sfw, I might do a nsfw list eventually

Buggy lets you take care of his hair when you’re both alone - washing it in the shower, brushing it out, sometimes he’ll let you braid it or do intricate styles. When he’s particularly stressed, he’ll ask you to play with his hair. Usually under the guise of asking for help getting it untangled, but really he wants you to run your fingers through his hair and pamper him.

Buggy lets you paint his fingernails and his favorite part is getting a hand massage from you. He’ll also paint your nails and he’s surprisingly good at it. He's very serious about it and takes it personally if the polish smudges before it dries.

If you fall asleep with make-up on or his face paint smeared on your face, Buggy will wipe it off. He doesn’t like it when you do the same for him, but won’t object if you neaten up any smeared paint.

Buggy sleeps in the middle of the bed. He got used to it when he didn’t share a bed and still ends up spreading out like a starfish, forcing you to sleep off to the side or to curl up into him.

Buggy is very particular about what he uses for face paint. It’s not that he needs the priciest paint, but he wants specific colors and pays attention to consistency and longevity. It needs to be flashy, after all.

He is absolutely a morning person. Buggy found that his big personality stands out more in the morning and he likes the attention.

Buggy might not label the relationship. He’ll avoid using words like “boyfriend,” “girlfriend,” or even “lover.” It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he’s not used to being in a relationship. Instead, Buggy will call you his “partner.” More often, he’ll say you’re “special,” call you his “treasure,” or his “star act.”

Buggy knows he loves words of affirmation. Receiving compliments and admiration boost his ego and make him happy. But secretly, he melts at physical touch. Between his looks (nose) and Devil Fruit abilities, he’s wary of physical connections. Soft, casual touches, like holding hands or touching his shoulder when you walk past, make him feel desired and loved.

He loves junk food and snacking. If he gets food for you, he’ll end up eating most of it without realizing.

Buggy likes to annoy you for attention. He acts offended when he crosses the line and you get upset, but apologizes later when you two are alone.

He won’t admit it, but Buggy enjoys being babied. Especially when he’s sick. He’ll whine and complain the whole time, but will also say thank you or pay you back with kisses later.

He gets nervous before doing something romantic, like taking you on a date or asking you to dance with him.

If you’re complaining about something, sometimes he forgets to listen because he likes the look on your face when you’re annoyed (at something other than him).

Buggy will make up excuses just to see you, no matter what time of day. If he’s in meetings or rehearsals all day, he’ll sneak away or extend a break just to spend time with you.

He always brings you back flowers whenever the ship docks. Large bouquets, single roses, flowers he stole from someone’s garden - one time he almost forgot and brought back palm fronds that he pulled off a tree.

He has an attractive morning voice. Low and with a bit of a drawl.

Buggy gets jealous when people get too friendly with you. He tries to act like it doesn’t bother him at first, but really he’s staring them down until he’s too pissed to stand back any longer.

Buggy likes it when you share food with him. If you offer him a bite of something you’re eating, he wants you to feed him, instead of taking the food from you. (Sometimes when you paint his nails, he’ll ask you to feed him snacks. He says it’s because he forgot to eat beforehand, but that’s a lie.)

He has trouble apologizing sincerely. Buggy usually rushes through the apology, either with a whisper or incoherent babbling. If you push him to really apologize, he gets annoyed or embarrassed, but will apologize again anyways.

Buggy always uses cheesy pick-up lines on you. Sometimes to make you laugh, other times because he’s not sure what to actually say.

He’ll plan dates and act like it’s no big deal, but gets upset if you don’t thank him or gush over how great the date is.

Whenever Buggy is sulking, hearing you compliment him or make stupid jokes will cheer him up.

He absolutely loves it when he makes you laugh so hard that your laugh gets wheezy or turns silent and there are tears in your eyes.

Buggy denied that he was falling for you for the longest time. He finally realized it when his Devil Fruit ability ruined a skit and you laughed so hard that you cried. Hearing you say his name while laughing was like Cupid’s arrow to his heart and his body ended up falling apart again.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy op #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #one piece imagines #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #opla #one piece live action #opla buggy #x reader

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shepherds-of-haven · 6 months

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Okay I saw this asked on another blog and it was hilarious so I have to ask here : what do you think inner circle’s Beige Flags are? ( weird/quirky or questionable things they do that give you pause but overall have no real effect on the relationship)

Also hope you are feeling better!! 🩵🩵

Ooh, this is a fun one haha! (And I'm feeling a bit better, thank you! I still haven't fully recovered, but getting there slowly but surely! 🥲) Anyway, let me think...

Blade: rather than accompany you into shops (especially small ones), he assumes you want to be left alone to do your shopping in peace (and also typically finds shopping boring) and will instead just stand outside the door, looming like a really intimidating security guard or bouncer. (He is assessing street security, guarding the only door, and positioning himself within shouting distance in case there's some kind of threat.) This often inadvertently drives away business, so sometimes he'll just wait at the end of the street instead, staring out at the crowd like a member of your own personal secret service

Trouble: sometimes he eats too fast, or more accurately talks too fast while eating, leading to frequent inhalation down the wrong pipe and people having to thump him on the back while he coughs. Sometimes he will power through the coughing by sheer force of will and will just... forcefully swallow through it. He refuses to slow down. Life's too short to try to avoid death by choking

Tallys: doesn't make a ton of affirming noises to let you know that she's listening. A lot of people go "uh-huh" or "wow" or "right" or whatever when you're in the midst of telling a long-winded story. She just stares at you patiently in silence until she's sure you're fully done. This is polite in Elven culture, and she is completely listening, but it can unnerve people who feel pressured by silence lol

Shery: she still has to look at her hands to tell left from right. Like sometimes she has to make her left hand form the L to remember 😅 She also finds it difficult to do math in her head and either has to sketch it out in the air or write it down!

Riel: always leaves a bite or two of food left on his plate; rarely completely cleans his plate. Same with drinks! So many teacups that always have a few sips left at the bottom. Why didn't you just drain it, man? It's like he does it on purpose!

Chase: always takes the most meandering, inefficient way to get to a place. like if the walk from A to B is a straight line down one avenue, he always seems to take the most roundabout, random path. Here, I'll draw you a map:

Red: he is very bad at matching the pace of his walking with others; with those long legs, he walks at a naturally and totally subconscious fast pace! He's mindful about it when on a date or actively courting someone, but when he's focused on something else, excited, traveling, or out and about with friends, he has to frequently be asked to shorten the length of his strides so others can keep up lol

Ayla: I've mentioned this one for her before, but she's very bad about sharing her food. She hates when you snatch a fry off her plate without asking, and even if you do ask, she can be fairly begrudging about it if she perceives food is plentiful (like "why can't you get your own, the line is right there?") In work circumstances, like sharing group rations, she's totally fine, but in restaurants or in the refectory, she's annoyed by it, like "I loaded this plate for myself and planned on eating all of it... myself 😒 If you wanted to share something, you should have said so earlier!"

Briony: she's constantly whipping people in the face with her ponytail. She tends to turn her head really fast or spin around in conversation and whoever's standing near her ends up with a mouthful of hair. She hasn't learned to not smack people in the eye with her hair yet despite several remonstrations

Lavinet: frankly shocked, upset, and scandalized whenever there isn't a little something sweet at the end of a meal. it doesn't have to be a full-on dessert--even a single chocolate served on a plate would do, and is often preferred! but when there's nothing?? nary a profiterole or cream puff or a little sweet treat for the lady in sight?? something is off!! her palette isn't satisfied!!

Halek: he always wakes up in the morning so loudly. unfold from the bed -> crack his back, neck, shoulders with the most ungodly series of pops -> loud groan. It sounds like an old accordion getting stretched out

#Shepherds of Haven #beige flags #silly #all characters

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Can I request a fic?

So I have chronic pain. It is literally everywhere that has joints or muscle but it is the worst in the lower back, neck, shoulders and hands. Sometimes it gets so bad I can't move without wanting to scream. And Sometimes my joints lock or my muscles seize and I literally can't move at at.

Rubbing (not that I can reach it myself) or heating it helps, but I have never been able to get full relief.

Anyways, I was wondering if you could write for a reader with something like this? (Or just normal chronic pain)

Maybe he didnt know about it (I tend to not share as it makes people pity me) till the reader has a bad day or locks up in front of them (sometimes my knees just buckle and I drop) (and then can't move for like thirty minutes) (it sucks) .

Or just anything really, I'm having a bad day and would love the comfort.

All the 141 or just price and/or Konig. I'd be happy with just about anything.

If you don't feel comfortable writing this that's okay too :)

I'm so sorry you're going through this :( I can't imagine how difficult it must be to be in pain so much. I hope I did your request justice. Sending you all the love <33

Also, I know you didn't request everyone, but when I write Headcannons, I tend to include every character on my Masterlist. It's just so people don't have to send in the same request, but for different characters :))) I hope that's okay!!!

Pains

Synopsis: Living with chronic pains was difficult, but they are always there to help you through them

Pairing: Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & Konig x Reader (2nd Person so no pronouns used)

Warnings: None

General Masterlist I COD:MWII Masterlist

John Price

The first time John had seen your knees lock up, was when he was ready to have a go at you for missing a very important meeting

None of the boys knew where you were, and as they went by, and you still haven't shown up for the briefing, he began to grow more and more agitated

Needless to say, once the meeting was over, he was sure to go look for you and give you a piece of his mind

But when he found you sitting on a bench with pain visible on your tear-stained face, all anger left his body

His steps were quiet when he approached you, his eyes growing soft as he crouched down in front of you

"What's wrong?" he asked, voice gentler than normal

"My knees," you managed to speak up, eyes clenching shut as the pain refused to subside, "They locked and I-"

"It's alright," one of his hands moved to your leg, sending you a questioning look

You nodded, and he placed his hand on your knee with a thin smile

He was careful massaging the area around your knee, fingers moving up and down along your skin in an attempt to help your muscles relax

It took some time, but once the pain in one of your knees began to give way, he moved on to the other, his touches remaining just as careful as they were at the beginning

"Thank you," you told him honestly, taking in a deep breath, "I'm sorry for missing the meeting."

"Don't worry about it," he assured you, reaching for your elbow to help you stand, "I'll brief you in now, that okay?"

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost was a stern lieutenant and most, who did not know his as well as those on his team, would even describe him as cold

You knew different, however.

Not just from the way he cared for his team in his own way, always making sure every member was alive an well, but also because you've experienced his care first-hand

You've never told him about your pains, and you weren't planning to. You preferred keeping it to yourself. He didn't need to worry, and you didn't need the pity.

But when your lower back began to cause nothing but trouble, it made it difficult to hide your pains from the rest of the squad

You were sitting on a chair, with his hand on your back when the lieutenant entered the room

Your posture straightened in an instant, and although you tried not to show the pain on your face, your expression seemed to betray you

"Is it your back again?"

What? How did he-

Ghost was observant, and perhaps you should have known he would figure it out without you having to tell him

Beneath that cold exterior, he really did care, whether you liked it or not

You nodded, though hesitantly.

"Come here," he ordered, grabbing a chair and forcing you to sit in front of him

You were about to ask him what he was doing before you felt his gloved hands on your lower back, his fingers massaging your sore muscles in gentle, yet firm circles

It was like he knew exactly what to do; how to move his fingers to help you rid of the pain

And after some time, the rubbing really did help

the pain began to subside, and you felt like you could move properly again

"Thank you," you told him, a grateful smile on your face

He just nodded, patting your shoulder as he pushed himself back on his feet, "Don't mention it."

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Soap was good at reading those around him

You didn't have to tell him something was wrong for him to know

He could see it from the way you carried yourself, and from the smile that didn't quite reach your eyes

As such, it didn't take him long to figure out what was wrong

You were about to begin your sparring session when you painfully rubbed the back of your neck

It had been a pain since that morning, making it difficult to move your head without letting out harsh hisses

You were dreading the sparring session, certain it was only going to make it worse. But you weren't about to mention it to him; to cancel your sparring session and have him pity you. No. You could do this.

"What's wrong with your neck?" he asked, tilting his head curiously

"Oh," You hummed, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"I get them, too, you know," he suddenly told you, "The pains - in my neck, especially. Don't think they're as bad as yours though."

You sent him a questioning look, but only shook your head when you realised you already knew the answer. There was no way he hadn't noticed how uncomfortable you sometimes were, he just didn't mention it. For your sake.

He moved behind you and placed his hands on your neck

You were hesitant at first - wanting to pull away - but when his fingers dug into your muscles, you let him

It felt nice. His fingers were firm, and yet also careful to not cause you more pain instead of helping you get rid of it

You let out a small hum when you felt the pain slowly leaving - allowing you to move your head once again

It was like a breath of fresh air, and when soap felt you relaxing in his hold, he finally let go

"Let's take it easy today," he told you before sending you a wink, "You can beat my arse tomorrow instead."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz was emotionally aware

He could sense your sour mood even if you didn't outwardly express it

He could see the way the corners of your lips curled downward when you thought no one was looking

He could see the way your eyes clenched shut when another wave of pain stiffened your shoulders

He could see how tense you seemed to be, even if you did your best to hide it from others

He knew no matter how much you wished he didn't

It was late in the evening, and you were sat outside rolling your shoulders every couple of minutes

The pains was unbearable, and you couldn't help but let a stray tear fall down your hot cheek

His footsteps were quiet - almost silent - when he approached you

His eyes showed no pity, but rather concern for his friend

"You alright?" he asked, sitting down beside you

You wiped the tear off your cheek and nodded

You were sat in silence for a short while, not a word muttered between you both

And the pain only kept getting worse

"Can I help?"

"What?"

"Can I help?" he gestured at your shoulders, "Just... just turn around, okay?"

You wanted to say no; to tell him to stop. But you couldn't massage the muscles by yourself, and the offer was too tempting

And so, you turned, with your back now facing him

He got to work quick.

His fingers were on your shoulders, thumbs digging into your tense muscles

His hands were like magic, and your shoulders were slowly but surely growing less painful as the time went by

By the time he was done, you were feeling miles better. Maybe the pain wasn't fully gone, but it was much more bearable than it was before

"Thanks, Gaz."

He smiled, patting your back, "'Course."

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro could tell something was off when you entered his office with a sour look on your face

You quickly placed the paperwork on his desk, and was ready to head back out when he stopped you

You hesitantly sat on the chair on the other side of his desk and tried your hardest to not give away your discomfort

Your neck had been on fire all day, and as the hours ticked by, it only seemed to get worse

Alejandro was an observant superior, and he knew whenever one of his soldiers was in pain, or even just uncomfortable

"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you

He had that certain look on his face - the type that told you lying to him wouldn't do you any good. Not that he would believe you if you did lie to him.

"It's my neck, sir," you told him, "I get those really sharp pains sometimes."

He listened intently as you explained the extend of your pains; how they would interfere with your every-day life, and how the pain could quickly become unbearable

He told you to wait as he left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts

You were rubbing your neck when he suddenly returned, and before you could turn to look at him, a hot, moist cloth was placed around your neck

"Sit here until it gets better..." he told you, "At least a little."

You only nodded, allowing the warmth to seep into your sore muscles and slowly ease the pain that has been haunting you since that morning

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Rudy was just as emotionally intelligent as Gaz, perhaps even more so

He could see you were in pain from the moment he saw you that day

Your fingers kept locking, and even clenching your hand into a fist caused you unbearable pain

Holding things wasn't much easier, to the point you had to cut your shooting practise early that day, which is when he decided to approach you

You sat on the ground with a frustrated huff, clenching and unclenching your fingers in a failing attempt to make your joints feel better - to be rid of the pain that was making your day a nightmare

He wordlessly sat beside you, sending you the sweet smile he so often did

"Here," he muttered, his hand reaching for yours in a gentle manner, "Let me help."

You were too tired - too frustrated - to argue, or even pull your hand away

You let him word on your aching bones

And work he did. The pads of your fingers massaged your palm, moving up and down to ease the tension that resided in your muscles

And although the pain was still there, it slowly became less sharp.

The soft massage was helping, and you couldn't help but send him a grateful smile

"Come," he eventually spoke, "Lets wrap your hands in something warm, it should help."

At times like these, you were glad he was as caring as he was

Valeria Garza

Working with a Cartel was hard

The job itself was a nightmare, with your life being on the line practically 24/7, but with your frequent, sharp pains your work only became more difficult

You did your best to not let it show. You didn't need pity from men who killed on the daily, and would most likely use your condition against you when it could work in their benefit

You were doing a great job hiding it from everyone, but you might have underestimated just how observant she was

Your knees have been killing you that day, every step causing a wave of pain throughout your body. You wanted nothing more than to sit down, or better yet lay down and take some time off

But this wasn't the type of job you could call in sick to. You couldn't call your cartel boss and them them you were feeling under the weather

You had to be there, whether you wanted to or not

She pulled you aside at one point, taking you to a secluded room under the pretense of wanting to discuss some serious matters with you

You followed. Of course you did, how could you not

She forced you to sit down one one of the chairs, and whilst you were relieved to finally have a small break, you did not let it show

She moved wordlessly around the room, but you didn't dare let your eyes follow her.

Not even when you heard water running, quiet curses leaving her lips when it no doubt splashed on her shirt

When she moved to stand in front of you, she had two wet towels in her hands, her face as stoic as ever when she told you to roll your trousers up

Weird request, but you obliged

Once they were rolled up just above your knees, she placed the towels over them, allowing the warmth to relax your muscles and ease the pain in your joints

"Stay here," she told you, "Until you feel better."

Gromsko

Gromsko is a medic. He can tell you're in pain, even when you do your best to hide it from him and the rest of your squad

He can see the way your brows crease in pain, and the way your roll your shoulders in an attempt to rid yourself of the growing tension

The harsh pain made it difficult to do the simplest of task. Pick up a gun? Too painful. Train? Too painful. Make some tea? Hell, even that was a nightmare

He approached you when you were in the kitchen, and promptly asked you to follow him

You did as you were told, entering a secluded room where he sat you on a chair

You looked at him confused, but did as you were told nevertheless. The look on his face told you not to argue with him at that moment

He moved behind you and placed what felt like a heating pad on your left shoulder

The warm was a welcome feeling against your sore muscles, but when his fingers began to apply pressure to your other shoulder, you couldn't help but close your eyes in relief

His fingers worked like magic against your muscles, rubbing them generously to ease the pain that made your day a living nightmare

"Better?" he asked with a concerned look

You nodded, replying with a quiet hum

He smiled happily in return, switching the heating pad so that it now rested against your already-massaged shoulder as he worked on the other one

"Thank you," you mumbled

"No worries."

König

This man is a silent observer

He kept to himself most of the time, which actually allowed him much unnecessary knowledge on the people he worked with

They talked loud, and it was often that he heard things he didn't necessarily want to know about

Most of the information was useless, but when it came to his friends - people he actually cared about - his skills were more than useful

He could tell something was wrong before you even sat in front of him

He didn't say anything, but he did not pull his eyes away from you either

When you grabbed onto your fork, and your brows creased in pain, he already knew what the matter was

He knew about your pains better than anyone

You tried to keep this information from him at first, but since he practically figured it out on his own, there was no point in keeping this from him any longer

Thankfully, his eyes didn't hold the pity you were afraid they would hold

Instead, they were supportive, often concerned when you fell to your knees writhing in pain, but never pitiful

Once lunch was finally over, he gestured for you to follow him, and he led you to a bench outside - in the warm, fresh air

He had your hands in his in an instant, his fingers rubbing firm circles into your muscles and joints

After many times of helping you through the pains, he knew exactly where to press, where to push, and where to rub to ease the tension in your bones

"Thank you," you had to tell him, grateful for always being there to help

He smiled -not that you could see his mouth, but you did see the way his eyes crinkled in the corners

"Of course!"

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bts-aera · 1 year

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Relationship w/ Members

Kim Namjoon

Jokingly calls him Appa

Gave her, her first lyric notebook (she still has it)

Went to Bang PD about at least keeping her on as a lyric writer if she wasn't going to be included in the group

Taught her the basics of the producing software

Taught her how to rap during pre-debut

For deep talks, he's the one she seeks out

They intellectually vibe on a completely different level from the other members

They recommend books to each other constantly (non-fiction traded for fiction)

Demanded he read the Harry Potter Series

Kim Seokjin

His biggest dad joke supporter

He spoils her with his cooking

Taught her how to cook her favorite meals during pre-debut

She is his biggest cheerleader when it comes to his singing

Always gave him pep talks when he was struggling the most

Calls her his baby

Foodies of the group

Gets really mad when she catches people questioning his skills in singing or dancing

Gets extra choreo lessons from her whenever he's struggling with a particular choreo

Min Yoongi

Considers her his Protégé since he teaches her how to produce

Has a lot of songs set aside for her in particular due to her voice being the only one he sees performing it

Was the first to aggressively shut down any hate she received early on in their career, he does it less now because he taught her to speak up for herself (it gets her in trouble sometimes but he always looks proud)

She has helped keep the 'Marry Me Yoongi" trend alive

She loves that he's a grumpy old man

He can't bring himself to truly scold her most of the time

He will let her hang all over him and never say a word about it

Truly helps the narrative 'Maknae on Top' when it comes to her

Jung Hoseok

Is her biggest cheerleader

Gave him the nickname 'Hobi'

She tends to crash his lives often to cause chaos

They dance together a lot just the two of them

He took care of her often when she first came to Seoul

He was the biggest driving force in adding her back into the group

Was very happy when it happened

She calls him 'Sunshine' a lot

Calls her 'little duck/duckie' more than the other members

His sister jokes about trading him for her in a heartbeat

Park Jimin

She is forever his baby

He's a momma bear when it comes to her

Cuddle buddies

They tend to pull each other out of their negative head space when they see the other in it

He taught her some of his Contemporary Dance routines in the beginning

When she has something heavy on her heart she usually seeks him out

He's the only one who ever truly knew how bad her struggles were, especially in the beginning

Pre-debut he would help her do her nails since she gets hand tremors when it's cold

His parents have also attempted to adopt her, his mom absolutely loves her to pieces

Kim Taehyung

Gave her the nickname 'little duck'

Bodyguard #2

Loves her to pieces and thinks she's the most adorable thing to walk this earth

They bring out each other's weird side

He gifts her Gucci a lot

He dotes on her heavily

If she's feeling down he will literally do anything to make her laugh/smile

When he does take photos of people it's usually of her

He will occasionally be overdramatic about how much she's grown since he met her

They like to go out to eat together

He's deemed her the baby sister of the Wooga Squad since they all think she's absolutely adorable

Will do a vibe check for any man standing close to her

Jeon Jungkook

Is her ride or die, he knows her better than she knows herself

Bodyguard #1

He is very protective of her

Anyone that's interested in her must pass his test in order for her to even think about dating them

They share 'custody' of Bam

Is her go-to drinking buddy

His parents basically adopted her, she calls them Eomma and Appa

Prank each other incessantly

Is the first person she seeks out when she's struggling with something

He talked her into learning boxing/kickboxing with him because he wants her to be able to protect herself if needed

Workout buddies

Promised to be roommates until one of them get married

Moved into the same apartment rather than living alone after the lease was up on their last dorm.

He vibe-checks any dude that wants to get close to her

He will get pouty and mildly jealous if she starts hanging out with someone else more than she hangs out with him (he can't help it)

She helped with designing some of his tattoos

He drew her first tattoo and they got their first tattoos together

Still tries to get her to see his side for the Perilla Leaf debate

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whatiswrongwithpeople · 2 years

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Part 2 of my random HCs for being besties with Lemon and Tangerine + Having romantic/sexual tension with Tangerine

A/N: Not of relevance, but reader’s nickname is still Tabasco ofc <3 also these are once again just very random things that came to mind

Part 1: https://whatiswrongwithpeople.tumblr.com/post/692124380892889088/my-random-hcs-for-being-besties-with-lemon-and

- Lemon is very good at mixing drinks

-Tangerine claims he is as well, you and Lemon just play along to not hurt his feelings (you once secretly poured your drink in your bag)

- You always carry a set of Thomas the Tank Engine stickers with you in case you run into the boys so you can give them to Lemon

-Tangerine is an incredible dancer but that’s a secret he doesn’t really like to share

-The 3 of you sometimes just jam to whatever silly song your playlist is playing, sining so loud your ears ring afterwards

- If you team up with Tangerine there will be flirting from both sides 24/7

- Bashing in someone’s head? “You blew my mind just like that the first time I saw you , darling “

- If you accidentally drink from Lemon’s spiked water and fall asleep, Lemon would insist to just put you on one of the seats in the train and let you “rest”

- Tangerine doesn’t want to leave you alone tho , but he has a job to do, so he throws you over his shoulder and takes you with him

- He realised that’s not very handy when fighting, so he puts you down but always keeps you in eyesight

- You got into a verbal battle for dominance with The Prince and something about it made Tangerine swear he could have taken you just then and there in that moment

- Not that anyone needs to know that , but damn it suddenly got hot in his suit

- You’re own personal mission is to make Tangerine laugh , but so far you only managed to get an ugly snort out of him

- Lemon and Ladybug lowkey bonding over how obvious the tension between the two of you is

- Lemon will throw knowing glances at Tangerine, but Tangerine will just turn them into stare battles

- When it’s just the three of you and you are having your focus on something else or are sleeping , Tangerine will let his guard down and throw soft glances your way cause he knows he isn’t able to hide this from Lemon , no matter how hard he tries

-When there is a calm phase of boredom, you sometimes force Tangerine and Lemon to try out different earrings (purposely having brought some silly Momomon ones)

- Okay but standing next to each other at the sink , washing your bloody hands and you have trouble getting the blood off so Tangerine silently takes them into his hands and starts gently scrubbing it off for you, keeping his focus on your hands whilst you watch him in the mirror🫠

( Small drabble to that last HC: https://whatiswrongwithpeople.tumblr.com/post/692568282257096705/bloodied-hands-and-silent-glances-tangerine-x )

#bullet train imagine #bullet train x reader #bullet train #tangerine imagine #lemon and tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine #lemon #tangerine x tabasco

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friendlyengie · 4 months

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I would love to hear ur hcs about the mercs sleeping habits (including ur OCs ofc)

ive always wanted To draw something for this but ive never had the like. Idea to do it in a way that would land the punchline. But basically on their days off I think Engineer is up until sunrise and Demo sleeps until sunrise and they sometimes catch each other in the middle but otherwise they wont see each other until theyre forced to start waking up at the same time again for work.

Anyways . Specifics. Hm.

Medic- trying to write this out for him I’m torn between “despite the way he is, Medic’s sleep schedule is shockingly consistent” and “he surgically removed the need for sleep out of his brain when joining Mann Co. and now sleep is like a recreational activity for him.” I genuinely think it could go either way.

Sniper- sleeps a solid 8 hours and still manages to pass out standing up during mission briefings. I don’t think his sleep is particularly pleasant, easily startled due to spy anxiety. But during his inappropriately timed naps? He could sleep through the base exploding probably.

Scout- Shockingly well put together morning person if he gets to sleep on time. Usually the second person up after Soldier to go on a morning run and shit. But if his sleep schedule is thrown an hour off track it all goes out the window. Drag his out of bed and he goes right to the couch and back to bed.

Heavy- With the way he lived growing up I could see him really having trouble with sleeping. Not easily startled, but very restless. Type of guy to occasionally have a “Something is Very Wrong” instinct kick in at 3 am and is perfectly aware that trying to get back to bed afterwards is a lost cause, so he’s learned to commit and has a handful of things that he does to pass the time instead.

Engineer- great at giving well thought out advice on why sleep is important, follows it unless he doesn’t. Celebrates his ability to keep himself on a good sleep schedule for a few weeks by letting himself go multiple days with no sleep if he feels like it’ll be “useful” for whatever he’s working on. Started to cap himself off at a 72 hour maximum after a 5-day streak resulted in the genius decision making that went into getting drunk and lobbing off his hand (And then remembering he probably should’ve had Medic around, or a proper gunslinger prototype built before doing so.)

Pyro- probably sleeps but always seems strangely and immediately attentive if you go to wake them up.

Demoman- respects his sleep schedule and expects you to as well. Fuck your all nighters, he knows how comfortable his bed is and he’s taking it. Hours vary depending on how much he’s been drinking, which will also determine how well he participates in the “guy who can just kind of fall asleep anywhere” club.

Spy- I feel like the only thing worse than sleep paranoia about spies is being a Spy trying to have a proper sleep schedule. Less as a result of his current job and more as a result of the many jobs hes taken in the past, I’d think Spy’s developed serious paranoia to letting his guard down in most regards, sleep included. Smoking supposedly “helped” the issue way in the beginning, most definitely just exasperates the issue now. Usually walks around the base with clear intent as to not be heard by anyone, so he’s probably got most of them convinced he sleeps pretty routinely.

Soldier- Consistently, on the dot, like clockwork. Not always the first to bed, but always the first to wake up. Wouldn’t wake up if you launched a bomb through his window but if you tried to gently nudge him to wake him up he would attack you like an enemy combatant and now you have to fight him and win.

#Dont have any specific thoughts on my ocs atm but I appreciate the thought :)#tf2 #Asks

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sherl-grey · 6 months

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dangerous words I fear but I’m craving some OFMD critical but civil discourse… s2 finale spoilers included below the cut. this is incredibly long FYI bc I’m truly desperate to get all my thoughts out

I want to preface by saying I loved S2. I think I loved it more than s1, I think there were some absolute GENIUS moments this season (the entire Calypso episode was *chef’s kiss* my favorite), and I think the cast, crew, and DJ deserve a lot of love and, of course, a renewal for another season.

I know there’s been a lot of anti-finale-critiquing posts out there (and yeah, I also don’t want to see baseless hate or, god forbid, people trying to interact with the cast/crew with anything less than love and respect) but personally, I think the biggest sign that I love a show is me wanting to pick it apart. I think digging into the writing and decision-making and characters of a show means you really appreciate the choices that were made even if you don’t agree with them, because you’re working to understand the story on a level most people only dive to if they’re forced to in an English class. No story is going to be perfect. No story is going to be written specifically for me unless it’s literally by me. But sometimes I still want to study it like a bug under a microscope, you know?

So here we go: I didn’t like the finale, and I didn’t think it fit very well with the rest of the season/show. Weirdly enough I didn’t feel a need to discuss online until I started reading the interviews DJ has been giving about the finale (specifically the choice to kill Izzy and Ed/Stede’s ending) and I’m so curious as to whether others interpreted things the same way. (Yes, they’re DJ’s characters. No, I don’t think all viewers are obligated to interpret things the same way as writers did—that’s half the beauty of storytelling and media consumption.)

Izzy’s Death

Let’s unpack the big one first. I think a lot of what DJ/finale defenders (if I may respectfully call fans who enjoyed s2e8 that) have mentioned is that Izzy’s arc was over and he’d served his narrative purpose. I’ve got a few different issues with this:

1. Part of what I love(d?) about this show is that I did not think this was a show that kills characters once they’ve served their narrative purpose, or a show that kills characters as punishment/retribution for mistakes/earlier actions. To me, OFMD symbolizes the idea that everyone is deserving of love, forgiveness, and second chances. I truly trusted that no one on the Revenge crew would die in this show, and to be proven wrong was a bit disheartening, to say the least. Will talk more on the suicide notion in the next bit because I think it was symbolic, but Izzy also now represents a suicidal character who finds the will to live again. I’d argue that a “full arc” for a character like that should be ending in happiness, not death (and especially not with a line like “I want to go” or whatever the specific words were).

2. DJ seems to describe Izzy’s role as being a mentor to Blackbeard, which I personally struggle to see at all. Despite the Captain/First Mate status difference, I think most signs have pointed towards them being roughly equals—the unrequited love Izzy feels for Ed, the way the two of them stand right up to each other when everyone else would be afraid to, the clear shared history and longevity of their friendship/companionship. (If anything, I’d argue Izzy takes on the mentor mantle for Stede in s2, though it’s a bit glossed over because of how crunched for time everything was.) I certainly have trouble seeing the “father figure” relationship that DJ mentions in interviews, because I think Izzy is the one crew member that puts himself on even ground with his captains.

But even humoring that, Ed’s story has been about shedding Blackbeard. And DJ has a great quote in the Entertainment Weekly interview where he says that Izzy and Ed are both Blackbeard, that the two of them together are what makes Blackbeard “happen.” So in theory, if we’re killing Izzy off to further Ed’s storyline, it’s to ultimately kill Blackbeard, right? Especially since his line at the end is to “just be Ed.”

Except we already have metaphorically killed Blackbeard, several times. I think S2E3 is a really interesting episode because in season 1, it can be argued (and is, by Chauncey Badminton) that Stede kills Blackbeard in his own pirate-y way—with kindness. The crew is also somewhat a part of this, as they all accept and love Ed for who he is and not only because he’s Blackbeard; the crew follows the example of their captain and it changes who Ed is as a person. S2E3 is a crew under Blackbeard, and they also kill Blackbeard following the method of their current captain—violence. And this “death” is, in my mind, the death of Blackbeard while Stede symbolically saves the part of him that is just Ed. (Bonus: we also get Ed trying to sink his leathers, and while it might just be because he’s on a damn boat, it’s interesting that Blackbeard’s clothes are drowned/sunk while Ed’s metaphorical comeback was being saved from drowning by Mer!Stede.)

So Ed’s half of Blackbeard is dead. If we stand by DJ’s idea that Blackbeard is half Izzy, we’ve still got half of Blackbeard left, right? Well, that would’ve been right immediately post-S1, but then they gave Izzy a beautiful arc that seems to be a shadow of Ed’s S1 track. Ed and Izzy are very similar characters, but in S1 Ed is on the receiving end of love, acceptance, and admiration—namely from Stede, but also from the crew. Meanwhile, Izzy is subject to contempt and hostility… once again, namely from Stede, and also from the crew. Ed blossoms under the love during S1 until that’s taken away; Izzy simply moves in the reverse direction. He continues to be an antagonist while being treated like one, but once others start treating him with kindness (Fang hugging him, Jim and Archie amputating his leg while Frenchie lies for him, the whole crew making him the unicorn leg), he too becomes a part of the family. And wouldn’t you know it—Izzy has a near death scene as well, a suicide no less. Izzy is the one who is responsible in S1 for “bringing back Blackbeard,” so the symbolism of him pulling the trigger on himself is huge. This is Izzy killing his half of Blackbeard! Because Izzy Hands continues to live, even if it takes him some time to remember how to live without Blackbeard at first, and his relationship with Ed effectively dies here.

(As a side note, this growth arc and the way Izzy fully transforms into a member of the Revenge crew afterwards—whittling Lucius a shark and talking to him about forgiveness, dressing up in drag and singing to the crew, cracking silly jokes about Ed and Stede’s relationship—are also why I find the “Izzy Hands is the symbol of traditional piracy and his death is symbolic of traditional piracy dying” argument to be weak. In season 1, he was that definition, but we’ve literally watched him grow out of it. He’s no longer symbolic of something stagnant that will remain the same or be destroyed—he’s symbolic of something that grows and adapts to the new situations, that survives when all of the rules change on him.)

And then we have the return of Blackbeard: Pop-Pop pushing Ed to go back to doing “what he’s good at,” Ed fishing his leathers out of the ocean, Ed killing a ton of people because he thinks Stede is likely dead or at minimum in captivity/grave danger. This bit seems to go against everything the season was building towards; Blackbeard was almost entirely gone, but Ed is now the one who brings him back because he thinks Blackbeard is the one who can save Stede. And that’s fair, but what does that have to do with Izzy at this point? Why does he need to die for Ed to put that part of him away again? While we’re not owed a main character having a death that serves a narrative purpose, I’d hope for that to be the case, and I struggle to interpret what happens to Izzy as beneficial to either plot or character.

3. I think the actual core arcs of the show are character arcs and not plots. I get that they might’ve been trying to wrap plots with Zheng and the British in case they aren’t renewed, but I don’t think it was necessary—the pirating has always been secondary to the rom com and the found family, IMO. In S1, we had two main characters, but I’d argue Izzy got enough focus and attention to be a third this season. Which left us with a great character-driven story: we’re watching all 3 of them come into their own and discover who they are individually, while also discovering that the changes in themselves are causing friction between them now that they’re growing into new people. Which is an amazing story to tell, if you ask me, but the fulfillment of that story requires all three characters to be there. The conflict to be resolved is how these characters can become the people they want to be and still coexist together, because on some level they’re family now. Notably each pair combination of these characters grows together or apart (or in Stede/Ed’s case, both) during this season. Ed and Izzy are growing apart because they hold each other back from becoming the person they want/need to be; to complete this narratively, I would’ve expected the next challenge to be finding a way to become friends again as their new selves while letting go of the fact that they used to have a toxic relationship when they used to be different people.

Ed and Stede’s S2 Ending

So Izzy’s death is the big talking point, but I also think DJ’s take on Ed and Stede was interesting. He said that they deserved a happy ending for the work they put in this season. I agree with him in theory, but I’m curious as to whether others agree that they put in a lot of work. I think Stede followed through with his goal to come back and tell Ed how he feels, and to stay instead of running away from his problems. I think Ed followed through with trying to understand who he is and what his needs are while also trying to find the courage to open himself up to love again. But critically, they never talk. E7 makes a point to highlight the miscommunication/lack of communication between them, and then in E8 they still aren’t shown talking.

(I realize part of the issue is the limited amount of time and the amount of plot shoved into episode 8. I get it; personally, I think the plot should’ve been sacrificed for the characters. At this point, we were 7 episodes into a very character/relationship-heavy season. Plot could’ve waited for a potential S3.)

What’s more—there’s a huge, glaring gap between where they left off and where they end up. Ed left in S2E7 after he begins panicking and realizing Stede is becoming deeper entrenched in pirate life just as he’s finally finding his way out of it. Not once do they talk about this, but suddenly they’re retiring together? And right after Ed says Izzy was his only family and Izzy calls the crew his family (which… is also an unearned line, as Ed and the crew have almost no bonding or forgiveness this season, since we focused mainly on Izzy with the crew and Ed with Stede), they leave the crew to do their own thing? They’re all relatively minor things that could be fairly easily addressed by dialogue, but they fact that they’re not only serves to underscore the way that Ed and Stede really aren’t on the same page.

I want them to get their happy ending. They deserve it. I’m just not sure that I agree that they earned it to the degree that it was received, with retirement alone together without their crew, if that makes sense.

Positivity Tax: Calypso Love 😊

I’ve probably got more to say but those were the big ones on my mind after reading the Vanity Fair and Entertainment Weekly interviews. Just to counterbalance some of the more critical things I’ve said, I wanted to share some loving analysis of the Calypso episode:

1. It’s a minor thing, but the way this episode shows that Ed’s actions as Blackbeard had consequences is amazing. Despite him arguably committing the more grievous wrongs in S1, he’s the one we get the least redemption for in this season (his apology to the crew wasn’t great, and most of his screen time is spent repairing his relationship with Stede), so for him to have to face something that happened because of his past actions is cool, especially because it was done in a way that doesn’t further damage his standing with the crew.

2. The way Stede saves the day is incredible. Competent Stede this season has been an absolute joy to watch, and his success in this episode is twofold: first he wins his way, with signature Gentleman Pirate flair. He listens to Ned’s crew, helps facilitate communication between them, and encourages them to stand up for themselves and demand better treatment. That’s a very classic Stede win. But then he wins in the traditional pirate way, and it’s absolutely glorious; he’s been working towards becoming a better pirate, both in terms of stomaching violence and building up the necessary skills. Ned’s crew can be taken down with kindness, but Ned himself is a pirate and will only be matched by another. I genuinely cannot think of a more perfect way to show that Stede is still himself while also showcasing the newer side of him that he’s been working towards this whole time.

3. Speaking of that newer side of him, the way this episode starts to open up Ed’s insecurities? The combination of seeing his least favorite parts of himself reflected in Stede as well as watching Stede grow into the career that he’s trying to leave? Amazing conflict development.

4. I’ve already talked so much about Izzy but the way this truly caps off the crew’s acceptance of him as part of the family is gorgeous. He’s an entirely new man at this point and there’s no jokes made, no friendly ribbing… just love and acceptance. It highlights both his newfound comfort and familiarity with the others as well as the extent to which they care about him.

5. Less analytical, but it’s also just a really pretty episode.

Considering the fact that I have zero OFMD mutuals and this was a whole essay (I’m on mobile and can’t see how long this is but I’m honestly scared), I would be shocked if someone made it down this far, but if somehow people are here and open to civil discussion… I’d love to know how you felt about this, if you thought DJ was right, if you were a little more on my wavelength and thinking things weren’t adding up, etc. Realistically I’m not sure if anything could change my mind as I’ve done a lot of stewing, particularly about Izzy arc, but new perspectives are always refreshing. Much love to the fandom and of course the creators, who hopefully never see this and get their s3 renewal 🤞🏼

#ofmd spoilers #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death #sherlgrey.txtea #i am SO going to regret posting this aren’t i #i guess worst case scenario i delete #but I suspect most likely scenario is no one reads this lol

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lucid-ivory · 7 months

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COD men & equestrian reader

characters: ghost, soap, gaz, price & alejandro X female reader

genre: fluff, platonic, slight crack?

format: bullet headcanons/ bullet fanfic idk

summary: one of the operators of the task force seems to be *too* good at horse riding and it's the last thing they expected

notes: reader is young, this is for all the equestrians if there are any in this fandom😭 and characters may be a bit ooc + this is very long and VERY specific

ghost

has never ridden horses, wasn't planning on it

saw you as somebody interesting when he first saw you on a big horse

you seemed really confident so he just went along with it

little did he know

he was gangsta until you started cantering

like okay, maybe you just wanted to impress your teammates since everyone was watching

he knows shit about position, leg aids and all that so you could be doing anything wrong and he wouldn't realize

he slightly raises his eyebrows when he sees you approaching a big ass jump

like where u goin?????

it's one of those 1.30m oxers

he thinks you're taking it too far

he was already impressed by your skills, why would you jump that high

he's prepared to see you on the ground

obviously a horse goes faster the higher the jump is

the fact that you keep up with the animal is already making him feel like "huh?"

when he sees the horsey getting on his two legs and ready to jump he feels humbled

you're perfectly fine, you can keep up with the horse's speed and you seem proud of yourself

by this point it's already obvious that it wasn't your first time

now that he sees your confidence and level, he would like to see you jumping higher

he doesn't really know how high a horse can jump anyway

(for general knowledge, the record is 2,47meters)

after a few more small and bigger jumps, you go for one that's 1.50m

(which is usually the height of competitions)

you do it casually, enjoying the moment. the horse jumps well and looks sick as fuck, which equestrians call "scope"

so you yell out

"SCOPEY!"

smiling all wide and happy

he mishears it and thinks you're talking about somebody scoping with a sniper or something

everything is going smooth, the horse listens to you and you are humiliating many olympic riders because you are "y/n" and y/n is perfect

the horse is fast, very fast and you're going for the next jump again

but who is y/n without a bit of trouble

the horse refuses to jump, stopping abruptly right in front of the obstacle

but you stayed on because you're cool like that

it did "shake" you a little, you were preparing yourself for a jump after all

but your seat is great and you managed to control the horse

ghost was scared, not expecting the animal to stop at that speed

you knocked a few poles and he offered to put them back for you

you're a crazy bitch so you decided to ride a young horse

and young horses are sometimes spicy

bucking, rearing or getting scared for everything

he's surprised at how calm you look when the horse is like a bull around the arena

when you finally lose your balance and fall off, you manage to fall smoothly on your feet

he's scared, thought you were going to be hurt

"DID YOU SEE THAT?"

how were you so calm?

you just fell off

the horse is still bucking around the arena and you're laughing

soap

i have 0 idea of scottish dialect

in fact i cannot understand it if a scottish person speaks to me so this will be hard

soap is next to ghost, he sees you jumping

you know the position riders do in order to jump? almost standing up and bending over the horse's neck

he checks you out for a milisecond when you do that

apart from that, he's impressed

why are you flying

how are you keeping yourself on the animal with only two irons on your feet and holding some leather in your hands

get down from there

you're just smiling while casually jumping 1.50m

when the horse stopped in front of the jump, he almost screamed

"shit"

he just murmured

smirked when he saw how you stayed on

gg well played

ghost put the poles up for you again after you knocked them down and smiles slightly as you struggle to convince the horse to jump

great horsemanship, or horsewomanship

you let the horse approach the jump and smell it so they calm down

he has no idea what's going on but he thinks you're very gentle for that

eventually you make it over that jump and he feels very happy for you!

then you fall off and he thinks it's badass how you fell on your feet

STANDING UP

so you get on again

when you're done jumping and you're trotting around, you want to show off

"did you see that, Lt?" he asks Ghost, and he simply nods.

while trotting, you play a little bit with the horse's controls

WASD to move shift to crouch ctrl to run ,,, jk

you start doing little dressage tricks

those ones that look so elegant and the horse is almost dancing

passage, piaffe, etc (look that up, it's BEAUTIFUL).

the horse is so cutely and smoothly bouncing and you're embracing the elegance

this is all probably happening while you're in your spec ops gear but it's okay

soap is surprised, ghost next to him simply admires

"why is the horse doin' that?"

he thinks it's pretty, but why and how would a horse move like that

"oh, you're telling him to do that?"

then he realizes you're the one using your legs and amazing skills to make the horse do all that

would like to see you in the classic equestrian competition look

gaz

okay what the fuck

he now understands where all of your leg & core strength is coming from

mans is flabbergasted but secretly wants to keep looking at you

i headcanon that he did ride horses in one of those school trips maybe or something of sorts

and i don’t think he would want to do it again

when you’re about to fall at that speed in front of the jump he’s a bit scared for you, immediately feeling the relief when you’re still on and not on the ground

when you actually do fall but it’s obvious you didn’t get hurt he simply smiles

he knew it was going to happen

but then you got on the horse again and he was like ???

why?

he appreciates your enthusiasm but visibly relaxes when you stop jumping and you stick to a more slow pace

“are you trying to impress us?”

girl you were in full uniform geared up & everything and you casually made the horse do the most complex and supreme movements that literally any other rider would kill for

you DID NOT do that for your own pleasure

gaz did appreciate a little bit more the horse’s posture

y’know ‘collection’ and all that, when the horse walks all pretty with their head down

he was not as clueless as soap and that’s why he teased you

you simply giggled and he smiled in response

now…

why was the horse drifting how did you do that

the horse was casually trotting but you did a few subtle changes (that he didn’t see) and now the horse trots in diagonal

almost crossing his feet while trotting

HOW

he raises his eyebrows

he thinks that this is a useless trait for a soldier cuz i’m telling you no police horse does cute little steps like wth

but even if it’s a useless trait for a soldier, it’s a great ability for who he considers almost a sister

he’s very happy for you and constantly cheers you up and then may ask a question or two about how did you do that

the moment you start explaining technically with all the “WELL YOU PUT YOUR OUTSIDE LEG AND THEN THE HEAD HAS TO LOOK SLIGHTLY INTO THE INSIDE WITHOUT BENDING THE NECK—“ he gets scared

he thought it was easier

+10 appreciation because it really is hard

price

let me tell you this man is almost shaking

he trusts your skills but he knows you're also young and you may not act responsible in order to just feel adrenaline or to impress somebody

while you jump, he holds his breath and then he releases it when you actually land perfectly

just like gaz, he relaxes a lot when you stick to the slower pace

he loves to see your reflexes in other contexts, such as riding

very proud of how you fell on your feet when the horse was bucking but appreciated it even more when you actually wanted to get on again

since this man is older i think he would have ridden horses in his golden era but not as in equitation, more like simply going for trail rides

he considers everyone in the team his little siblings, and since you appeared he may have this father instinct

he helps you with the stirrups and to tighten the girth

loves seeing you happy while riding, he thinks you deserve it knowing how young you are and how easier it is for you to get stressed with all the work

he tells everybody not to approach the horse's back because they may kick

"the horse has a green ribbon on his tail. he's young" he explains proudly to the rest of the team

(he didn't know shit about this, you told him about the ribbon meanings a while ago)

I HAVE THIS FEELING THAT HE WOULD RECORD YOU AND ACCIDENTALLY GET HIS FINGER ON THE CAMERA

this man would probably ride with you

"i don't need a saddle, i'm used to riding bareback"

he does need a saddle.

i feel like if he rides with you and he trots or something he would slightly hurt his back because his position wouldn't really be great

(there was a time where my back hurt like hell too because i didn't know how to canter properly LMAO)

would count strides with you between each jump

i feel like he would like english thoroughbreds

man worships secretariat probably (he'd be so real for that)

jockey potential

don't talk to him about technique

he genuinely thinks it's stressing

the whole "outside rein inside leg, shoulders back, chin up, heels down" shit is very much complex to him

he actually thinks that he would be able to race a horse

can't lie, i think so too (i almost fall while walking)

would pat the horse when you stand next to him

when you dismount, if you are the kind of person that kinda just throws themselves off the horse (i have no idea how to gently and normally dismount) he'll be behind you to slightly grab your waist or back to keep you in place in case you lose balance

ALL PLATONIC

when you're done riding he offers to keep you company while you go to the horses stall

he thinks the horse is following you because you're not holding the reins or anything and he's surprised at the bond between you and the animal

he doesn't know that YOU are actually following the horse because he just wants to go to his stall and eat

when the horsey starts eating, price would approach him and look at him

would be startled when the horse has his ears laying flat on his skull

horsey doesn't want anybody near his food

would help you carry the saddle

if he's brave enough he will try and give a carrot to the horse

if you start picking the hooves after riding, he would be slightly concerned

"does this hurt the horse"

he is like a man proud of his daughter

100% would go to see you in competitions

alejandro

GRRRRRRRR

"vamos, vaquera!"

he would constantly try to cheer you up and would smile widely while you do your "little" jumps

would probably prefer western riding because y'know... los vaqueros

he would probably crush on you a little

i feel like he saw showjumping many times but he is still surprised to see a horse jumping that high in person

i think he's almost the only one that isn't scared when he sees you jumping. if you approach the big jumps so confidently then you know what you're doing

he would actually want to ride with you too, he's so excited

wants to feel like a true vaquero and the first step is riding a horse

i'm sure he focuses on your legs and sees the aids and cues you give to the horse to make different tricks or play with his speed

he looks at your posture and everything like he knows about it or something

he's the kind of person that would surprise you

horses tend to follow each other so whatever you do with your horse, his horse does it with him.

you look back at him when you are both cantering and you smile AT HOW GOOD HE IS

his hips sway back and forth smoothly following the horse's back

his lower leg moves a little but nothing too serious

you felt like he was really close to jumping the 1.50 and reveal he was a showjumper too or something

and the rest of the team didn't expect alejandro to be so good either

you lower the jumps to like 0.50m and you both try to jump

he doesn't jump it perfectly, but he doesn't fall either

impressive for a beginner

trust me he did try to ride your horse and do the same dressage tricks as you but it didn't really work

quickly dismounted after that, he saw the horse bucking and doesn't wanna fall off

after that, i feel like he would get more interested in barrel racing and other western disciplines

he wants to take off the helmet and ride with those cowboy hats.

(saveahorserideacowboy)

you don't let him do that

dangerous D:

he appreciates it, thinks you care a lot for him

he thinks riding together is a new form of bonding for you two.

that was long, i warned all of you

please remember that my requests are open and i'd love to see and write what anyone says!

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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Ember in Your Hands

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: welcome to book two! i hope you all enjoy!!

also- the ages of the kids are a little different, but neteyam is still the oldest, then kiri, lo’ak, and finally tuk. this won’t have any impact on the story tho!!

warnings: swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter One- Sing Like an Angel

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The forest has always been your mother. The forest has always taken care of you, given you what you need. It holds dangers and it holds life, it holds your heart.

It’s hard not to feel small in the majesty of it all, it’s hard to remember what hides in the forest. You know it better then anyone, and still, you like to forget. Neytiri takes you far into the forest, helps you search for items to make beads with, to add to your songcords.

Yours is mostly empty- one for your birth, for meeting Neytiri, for leaving her, meeting her again, Grace’s death- and your death. And your rebirth.

As the bones of your old body fall away and turn to dust, as you go back to the forest- your new body springs with life.

You place a hand on your stomach, barely a bump, but it’s still comforting to do it anyways. Neytiri pulls her father’s- her bow- back and then adjusts. You smile, and she shifts her stance, so you can just barely see her stomach swollen with life.

She huffs, quietly, before she relaxes the arrow and the animal lets out a shriek. She turns to you with a soft smile, and you return it.

This is life- not your human body, not before. You had to die to live, and now you really do live. You really burn.

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“He likes you the best,” Jake says. He acts like he’s mad, like he feels betrayed that his oldest son prefers the comfort of your arms and your voice. But, you see the smile on his face.

“No,” you murmur, taking the small wriggly baby from him. He’s so tiny, is what you keep thinking. He’s so small and perfect and yours. How can you be responsible for shaping a life like this?

Neytiri’s voice fills your home, her songcord one you know by heart. She sings it almost every night, like she’s praying, especially after Neteyam’s birth. He was already presented to the clan, held up in the air like he was the brightest fire you have ever seen.

You can tell Neteyam wants to go to sleep, but he’s simply having trouble doing so. You chuckle, and Jake places a hand on the small of your back as you go to stand.

“Careful,” he cautions, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Pregnancy is not a death sentence, Jake.”

“I know,” he huffs, standing so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. “I’m just being helpful,” he grins, placing a hand on your face. He walks past you, to your hammock, leaving you with a drowsy baby who’s starting to get fussy.

“Not helpful,” you muse, beginning to pace slowly around your home.

He throws himself onto the hammock with more force than necessary, but you can only smile. Not even Neteyam is disturbed by your mate’s usual antics.

“Sing loud,” he says. “You sing like an angel, sweetheart.” And you sing your songcord for your baby, until Neytiri comes back inside and watches as you place Neteyam in his crib.

You place your hand on your stomach, much bigger now, and feel Neytiri do the same. You are full of life and fire.

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The decision to raise Grace’s baby was an easy one. You spent almost all of your days, especially after Neteyam was born, sitting next to her body, watching her stomach grow like yours- day by day.

She was a few months farther than you, and it’s hurts to think that you could have shared this together. But you can’t, and you never will.

Kiri is the most beautiful baby you have ever seen. She looks so much like Grace, even as a baby, it sometimes hurts but you don’t let it.

Grace once told you that it never hurt to have you there, not when you were a piece of her sister.

Now, Kiri is a piece of Grace. But more than that- she is her own person. She is a bubbly baby, her eyes always open wide. She wraps her hand around Jake’s pinky finger every chance she gets, and smiles so wide you’re sure there must be some crushed up stars on her skin.

You present her to the clan, and she has her first communion with Eywa. Her eyes light up. You place a hand over your stomach and try and hold back your tears.

—-

Neteyam stares at the baby in your arms very intently. You wonder what he would say if he could talk. Would he ask where the baby came from? Why your stomach is flatter now?

You touch your fingertips to his cheek.

“This is your little brother, Neteyam. His name is Lo’ak.” You place a hand on your stomach. “He came from my tummy.”

He looks up at you with wide eyes, before he face breaks out into a soft smile.

“He is too young,” Neytiri says, bringing Neteyam closer to her.

“But he has your mind even now, no?”

“Hopefully, he doesn’t not have mine,” Jake chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, letting you lean back into his chest.

Neytiri told you that birth was hard, but seeing Lo’ak made it all worth it. You would go through that pain a million more times if it meant you could have your family safe like this.

Kiri let’s out a small cry from her blanketed spot on the floor.

Neytiri pretends to roll her eyes, but she’s smiling too hard for it to be true. Jake only laughs, and you burn harder.

—-

“You must be careful!” Neytiri shouts, watching as Lo’ak places a hand on Tuk’s head. You laugh and pull her a little closer, so his wandering hands aren’t tempted.

Neytiri grabs his arm, kissing the back of his hand.

“Be very careful, my son, very careful. Tuk is very tiny and very soft.”

Kiri runs a delicate finger over Tuk’s leg.

“She is soft!” she exclaims, and you laugh, feeling almost lightheaded from another birth. Tuk was not planned- three children were enough. And then you were sick, and a visit to the Tsahìk proved that you were full of life yet again.

“Yes,” you giggle. “She’s very soft, very tiny. One day, she will be able to play with you guys.

Lo’ak’s eyes light up, and you smile, lean forward to kiss his forehead. He scrunches his nose, mumbles that he’s too old, before leaning his head against your arm.

Kiri shuffles anxiously in Jake’s lap, before grabbing a piece of his hair leaning up to whisper in her ear. He hisses, but listens anyway.

“You’re tired, babygirl?” she nods, and then you watch her eyes look fearfully up at you.

“What’s wrong, Kiri?” you ask, shuffling Tuk in your arms.

“You- you can’t sing,” she frets, eyes traveling down to Tuk. “You always sing.”

“Yeah,” Lo’ak mumbles, and Neteyam let’s out a yawn, pawing at your leg. “You have to sing.”

Your heart still belongs to the forest, but you swear the piece of it that’s still left to you, that was waiting for something, is now fulfilled.

“Of course I will sing,” you soothe, and Jake places his hand on the back of your neck.

So, you sing, and your heart is filled with your children and your fire burns for your mates.

—-

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#jake sully x neytiri #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader #avatar way of water

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pretty-toru · 11 months

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i love ur writing sm ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა !! the way u portray the characters feels so sweet and endearing from a readers perspective !! in the future, do u plan on writing more teen! toji ? >.< it’s such a unique trope w him, especially regarding his encounters with love <3

ahh gosh thank you!! this warms my heart so much you have no idea, and i got really excited when i saw you mentioned teen!toji because my mind wanders back to that time of his life. like when it was less violent and before him becoming the sorcerer killer. i actually don't have a solid story idea except just little moments of him falling for someone. so i can share some hcs about him in that regard 🤍

Teen!Toji, who looks forward to seeing you at what is now known as "our spot" for lunch twice a week after his morning training. Sometimes you're there early and other times he's waiting for you on the bench overlooking the verdant forest. He doesn't know how to feel when you bring him sweet treats like dango, taiyaki, melon pan because he's never tasted them before but he's grateful to you. There's a lot that he doesn't know and hasn't seen and you're the first person to change that.

Teen!Toji, who's a little surprised when he lets himself make promises to you and he actually keeps his word. When you notice the bags under his eyes, "Try to sleep earlier tonight, okay?" When you know it's flu season and he won't stop training even feeling under the weather, you supply him herbal medicine and honey to help with the bitterness, "Make sure you take them, I'll know if you don't." He's never been cared for like this and he likes that someone is looking out for him.

Teen!Toji, who wants to spend more time with you but it'll become suspicious if he doesn't return back to the estate on time. He still has duties and responsibilities he must uphold and he doesn't want members of the Hei or his terrible cousins sticking their nose where they don't belong and give him trouble. But when he's not with you for the remainder of the day, he feels a part of him is missing that evening and he hates the facade he's forced to maintain in front of them.

Teen!Toji, who dreams about running away with you and starting a new life somewhere far away and live in the countryside village where no one knows your names. He's aware that it's a foolish thought and he can't truly escape the shackles of the Zenin clan so he always keeps it to himself. But if you were the one to propose such an idea, he'd agree in a heartbeat because as long as you have each other he can come up with counter-attacks to any difficulties and problems that stand in the way.

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #toji headcanons #toji imagines #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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How about sfw headcanons about Hidan? I'm very interested after Orochimaru hds, it was so sweet👀

Omgomgomg just yes🫶🏻I love him smmmm. I can totally see him being a major softy..let’s get into it!

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•starting off strong, I fully believe that he goes through moments where everything kinda hits him at once.

•Where emotions or memories from his life come crashing down at full force. One minute he’s his spunky carefree self, next minute he’s disappeared into his room as he quietly shuts down

•isn’t a stranger to tears or breakdowns. Is very in tune with his emotions, knows and acknowledges when he needs to step away for a breather

•I can see Hidan suffering from anxiety, sometimes things become too much in too little time and everything’s overwhelming to our sweet boy

•in times like these, he’d hang out in his room, probably napping or taking a hot shower to keep him level or grounded

•if that doesn’t work, I fully believe he’d just chill in Kakuzu’s room. Sitting silently on the couch while Kakuzu does his own thing. Would never voice it, but he cherishes Kakuzu’s company, feels safe around him

•once he’s feeling better, you best believe he’ll be running around causing trouble. Him & Tobi are a recipe for chaos

•but back to him & Kakuzu. They’re best friends, despite money man’s constant grumbles and complaints about his partner, those two are like this 🤞🏻

•Hidan has respect for his partner, and knows him like the back of his hand. Will risk his life for him and would do anything to keep the big grouch safe and visa versa

•when Hidan is in a relationship with someone, he’d worship the ground they walk on

•even if you’re a shinobi, he’d be terrified if you hurt yourself on his scythe. Panic flashes over his eyes if he sees you cleaning it for him or simply putting it away after being used during a mission

•considers his partner a delicate person(even though they could kick his ass in a fight if they wanted too) never likes seeing you hurt, even if it’s something as small as a paper cut

•one of his favorite non sexual acts of intimacy are bubble baths

•makes the water the perfect temperature, adding your favorite smelling soap to the water for bubbles, and a bath bomb time to time as well

•he’d sit behind you, situating you between his legs so you can lean back against his chest. His hands rubbing knots from your thighs and hips

•loves washing your hair, will use those big hands of his to massage and scratch your scalp while lathering your head with shampoo

•Hidan’s main love language is touch

•he HAS to have a hand on you at all times. Wether it’s his hand in your back pocket while the two of you are running errands, or twirling your hair around his finger

•a squeeze or a smack to your ass, or his hand placement being in the small of your back. The list will go on. He just loves you, he can’t help himself. You’re irresistible to him

•who else has seen the fanart of Shikamaru putting on Temari’s sandal while she’s pregnant?

•Hidan would do the same thing. Everyday, he’d kneel in front of you, slipping your shoes on, and would repeat it when you two came home. Slipping your sandals off before standing back up to kiss you

•and that goes for his partner pregnant or not. He loves being able to do things for you🥺even though you can clearly do it by yourself

•has a soft spot for kids

•would make funny faces to make them laugh or smile when passing by in a supermarket

•and if and when you tell him you want to start a family with him. He’d cry

•literally bawling like the baby he’s about to put in you

I could write a book about how damn soft and gentle he is😩but if anyone wants more hc’s bout him, just send me a request and I’ve got you. Same goes for any other akatsuki member🫶🏻

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #hidan x you #hidan headcanon #hidan smut #hidan x reader #kakuzu x hidan #hidan akatsuki #hidan #hidan naruto

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Kunigami Rensuke as a Superhero

Pairing: Kunigami Rensuke x Reader

Tags: fluff, superhero au, rescue, strength based superpower, flirting, kiss as a thank you, being flustered

A/N: He would have fit right into MHA but since he's not I'm gonna write this instead.

Superhero!Kunigami can overpower anyone and anything with his superstrength. He doesn't exactly flaunt his power but it is hard to keep it under control in his everyday life. All his furniture, his door, his bed, his weights and equipment, it all needs to be reinforced to handle his strength, but it also means that his apartment is immune to robbery even if someone were to get in.

Superhero!Kunigami doesn't have to keep in shape as much as he does because he is already naturally strong. He works out for himself, because he likes the burn in his muscles, the adrenaline it gives him, the way his body feels good when he steps under the cold shower afterwards and cools off from it all.

Superhero!Kunigami keeps track if the crimes taking place in his town so to see if there's any pattern to them. If there's a big villain gang he can take care of then it's best he do so before they hurt anymore people. This has gotten him beat up a few times because he tends to go in without back up when he has a lead but lucky him he can take a lot of punches.

Superhero!Kunigami isn't that good with taking flattery or compliments for his heroic deeds. Point him in a direction of a bad guy and he'll throw punches and insults and be as cocky as can be, but put him front of a grateful and cheering crowd, or fans, and he blushes so easily and gets super tongue tied, only managing small waives back.

Superhero!Kunigami does what he does so he can be an inspiration to everyone else. Especially the kids he know look up to him. It's how he got his confidence, watching others more experianced when he was young. If even one kid can call him his favorite hero and his inspiration then he knows he's doing his job correctly.

Superhero!Kunigami gets really damn scary looking when he's mad at someone. It comes in real handy when he's fighting but his mean looking face can sometimes scare others too. Which is why he's always happy when he's approached calmly and with a smile from the other person. He can get a little awkward if they ask him to sign stuff though.

Superhero!Kunigami gets into a lot of random fights because he believes in standing up for people whenever they're in trouble. It's how he got discovered as a superhero but he's not too worried about keeping his identity a secret. Besides it's easier for him not to have to hide his power all the time, it also means that he can react to any situation instantly.

Superhero!Kunigami saves you from a car whose driver lost control. You were inches from getting hit when he appeared in front of you and took the full force of the crash against back. You heard him groan and even saw him have to shake it off but all he was worried about was your well being.

Superhero!Kunigami grins down at you with a smile as bright as the sun and made sure you were okay before checking on the driver. Thankfully he was okay too, the only thing harmed was the car and the jacket. Oh well, it was time to buy a new one anyway, his one has seen some things, surprising it hasn't fallen apart yet.

Superhero!Kunigami is taken off guard by you when you kiss his cheek as thanks. He normally doesn't accept stuff like that but you almost died so if it would make you happy, sure, why not. You finally got to see his legendary blush in person. He might be strong on the outside but on the inside he was a total softie.

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