Y/N Just Kicks Whoever Hurt Optimus They're Dead But Y/N Doesn't Care- They're Kicking, Or More So It's

Y/N just kicks whoever hurt Optimus 😭 they're dead but Y/N doesn't care- they're kicking, or more so it's just

Y/N, kicking the con: Take tha- OW

Crosshairs: That's sweet 'n all, but what did ya think would happen?

Y/N: Even if death, the cons torment us so, true evil, I do say!

Crosshairs: ...

Crosshairs, looking at Optimus: Ya sure ya want this one-

Optimus: Yes they're perfect

Y/N still being dramatic in the background:

*Bee also kicking the con with Y/N*

Y/N when the con twitches:

Y/N and Bee once the con stops twitching:

Crosshairs:

Inside Optimus’s mind:

Cade: I need a drink

His wife

John "Soap" MacTavish x Black Fem! Reader Summary: The job is done. Now it's time for 1-4-1 to return back to the base with a win on their burly shoulders, at least for everyone but Soap. Getting an urgent call from Laswell on his way back stops that win for him.

TW: slight mentions of trauma responses and home invasion.

"Watcher to Bravo 7-1, how copy?" Laswell's voice filtered through Soap's earpiece stopping his rambling to Gaz and Ghost. The two sighed in relief when he began talking to Laswell.

"Bravo 7-1 to Watcher, we're still in the heli, 20 minutes out but we're near. What's up?" The scot got a look from a new recruit hearing the way he spoke to someone so high up. Should he really be speaking to Laswell so casually?

"You guys did a good job, congrats. Soap, when you get back I need you in the Conference room soon as you reach, it's urgent. Understood? Watcher out." Only the whirring of the helicopter blades could be heard once Laswell's voice cut out.

The worry that was nowhere to be found then sprung into his chest and took over like the plague. All of a sudden? Why now? This isn't the first time something like this has happened, the team getting called urgently soon as they finished a mission, but it was only him who was requested and while he wasn't scared, it worried him just a bit.

The ride suddenly felt longer than it should've. Ghost and the others on the team felt the antsiness leak off Soap in waves which made them(Ghost), a little anxious. As stoic as the masked man is, he's grown very close with his team working with them for so long. He can't help but internally replicate the emotion of his partner in crime, even if it's just for a few seconds. He's found himself doing that with not just Soap, but others as well sometimes and has to remind himself to cut it out.

As the rails hit the landing pad and the doors opened, Soap was out and heading for the conference room. The worry grew when he thought of what or rather who could be involved. That frightened him speeding up his pace to the room while he ignored the looks his team gave him as well as his injuries. Price and the rest followed behind slowly, needing to give the full report to Laswell but they were curious as to what was so urgent.

Time stopped as Soap pushed through the door to the room. There, Laswell stood on the far end of the round table, and by the close end sat his wife and his son of 9 months. His heart sped up when the time seem to go back to normal and he met eyes with his beloved's teary, red ones.

'She was crying. Why? Who made her cry? Why is she trembling?' Soap's mind was running a mile a minute. He didn't realize he was even moving till his wife was in his arms with hers wrapped around him like a vice. His son Bailey was now being held by Laswell who sat near so the two parents could hug.

Soap relished in the taming breath of his wife. She was calming down with her head buried into his neck and her arms around his torso. She wasn't that shorter than him, head reaching up to the tip of his chin. Her hair, in waist-length braids, shoved into a silk bonnet, the hoodie(his hoodie) she wore hung off her shoulder revealing a very visible bruise on her shoulder. She was a mess.

"What happened love?" A kiss was pressed to her temple as he half whispered his question into her ear so as to not startle her. He felt her grip on him tighten before she loosened her arms from him and stepped back, not making eye contact. A breath left her shaky lips before she lifted her head up and spoke.

"I went for a walk this morning with Bailey. I needed some air, my mind wasn't in the right place. What happened at my momma's house on Thanksgiving kept replaying and I needed to get out. So I went on a walk with him, it was just around the yard and then to the Bakery right down the road from us. When I got back, the door was wide open. You know how I am with locking the doors, John. I-"

He watched as her breathing picked up when explaining. He knew what was happening. Her need to over-explain so he believes her, so she knows he understands properly. All the trauma responses he's seen repeatedly from her because of her past relationship. Soon she's gonna start begging him to believe her so he knew he had to put a stop to her rambling quickly.

"Hey hey hey, breathe love. What did I tell you about doing that? I believe you, baby. I know you're telling the truth, calm down." Soap tugged her closer cupping the chub of her cheeks into his large palms feeling her immediately lean into them. His wife was a gentle soul. Sassy and stubborn at times but gentle, fragile even. She knew how to take care of herself, her independence getting the better of her at times. In the beginning, it caused a bit of trouble when they were only dating, she wasn't relying on him even after being together for a year or so but they got that situated after a while.

She looked at Soap with wet lashes, staring back at her protector and lifeline, her husband. She knew he was right, she needed to calm down and breathe. Soap isn't like the man she was with before. He never put his hands on her or even lift a finger in threat of doing so. Never raised his voice, and always made her talk it out instead of walking away. Soap was attentive, loving, and gentle, everything she's never experienced before with anyone. She knew whatever she spits out of her mouth he believed and would die by it.

Once calm, she finished explaining. Nothing looked to be touched or even moved but there was a letter on the table, it was addressed to her and Soap. The only identification of the sender was the letter M. Soap's fist clenched at his sides once he let go of his beloved. His eyes met with Laswell's and she got up and handed his son to him.

Laswell watched as Soap's shoulders untense when he held his son. His first-born child, his bundle of joy, their creation. He really does look like him. He looked back at her as she started talking about what actions they can take for the safety of the two. Soap was promised his family's protection by Shepard, and while the bald traitor is currently off the radar, Laswell intends to keep that promise. She explained the new area they would be moved to with more security and protection, and it brought some sort of relief to her mind.

The door soon opened and in walked Captain Price and his two tag-alongs, Gaz and Ghost. None of them knew of the situation but all their eyes zoomed in on the baby cooing at their Scottish teammate. The woman only Ghost seems to recognize moves just a bit closer to Soap, eyes wet with lingering worry and surprise. Ghost walks over to the two and nods down at his partner's wife who's giving him a small smile. He then looks at Soap, grinning under the mask.

"The lass really does look like you, ey." Ghost saw the grin creeping onto Soap's stubbly face. Pride and joy swelled into the Scot's eyes when he looked down at his cooing son. A chuckle sounded out and he turned to Price and Gaz.

"Lads, this is my wife and this is my son, Bailey." Looking around, his lover saw the surprise in their eyes as he introduced them. She felt how the air turned from tense to breathable and joyous, all because of the smile that beamed off her husband's face. His smile. It always brought comfort to not only her but the people around him.

She was safe now. Leaning on him, she breathed out quietly. Things are gonna be ok. She was Mrs. MacTavish after all.

Drapery - Azumane Asahi

Au: Regular (Timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: GN!reader, multiple tenses cause time, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1.3k

Azumane knew the feeling of another’s skin beneath his hands. Over the years, he has been intimate with the nature of others’ bodies. He has learnt the patterns of waists, legs, shoulders, and arms into a near science: soft, sharp, boxed, round, big, or small. Each body is different from the next, unique and the same, and ever-changing. Azumane has held hundreds and is always keen to experience the build of another. Such is the world of fashion.

“Can you lift your arms for me?” he asks one hand on his subject’s bare shoulder, holding the end of his tiring measuring tape. 

“Like this?” You raise your arms to a T rolling your shoulders back to maintain posture.

“Perfect, thank you.” His hand slides down your arm, pulling the measuring tape until meeting the bend of your wrist.

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In Honor of Shiggy's Bday today..

Here's a lil sum for him.

Fluff

Shigaraki x POC Reader

Kinda just a headcanon tbh. Not proofread at all.

Shiggy waking up to soft feather like kisses on his face. He stirs just a little and opens his eyes once he’s flat on his back. When his vision focuses he hums when he meets eyes with his lover. The sun shining through the blinds onto her skin, bonnet hanging low because of her fro stuffed inside. She had taken her recent braids out so she could get her hair did again just for the occasion but got lazy and decided to give her hair a break. He liked when her natural hair was out anyway. Her pale colored eyes stared into his with such love it made his chest flutter.

“Morning..” his voice low, deep and raspy from his sleep. It clung, making his voice rumble sending shivers up her spine. Her hand reached up and softly stroked his cheek. Her touch was so delicate like he’d break if pressure was applied. The moment was so precious it made a swelling feeling build in Shigaraki’s chest. Was something going on? She’s normally like this but it seems different. He didn’t even know he aged another year today.

“Happy birthday Tenko.” Oh. That’s what it was. He couldn’t even be shocked that he forgot, too chocked at how his real name slid so smoothly off her tongue. Her voice sounded like silk, smooth like cold soba on a Friday afternoon at the downtown diner they go to every once in a while. So filled with love, tears stung the corner of his eyes and filled his waterline. Her hands were now both on his cheeks, softly rubbing the apples of his cheeks. They’ve used to be so rough, calloused and sullen but now? Now they’re full and soft. Still a bit rough but old habits die hard they say. The pink in them never show brighter than when she’s with him. He doesn’t know why he’s crying. Why he’s so emotional. Maybe it’s because he didn’t think he’d make it to another birthday. He’s forgotten his birthday so much he didn’t think he’d even remember when it was. Maybe it was the love and overwhelming amount of emotion that she shared with him just from a few words.

Or maybe it’s because she saved him. Saved him from going so far down in a trench that he wouldn’t come back and feel emotion ever again. Wet fat tears slid down his cheeks. Her eyes never stopped looking at him. Never looked away, never narrowed in judgment, never pitying him. It just showed love. She loves him. She loves him so much.

“I love you Tenko. I’m so happy I could be here for this day. Thank you for letting me stay, for letting me love you. You deserve so much and I know I can’t give you the world like you want but even so—“ she could finish. Not if he sat up so fast it gave her whiplash. Not when his lips met hers with such urgency, such fevor, so desperate. So desperate to show her that she’s already given him the world. The world he wants, the one he wants is the one with her in it. The one they are in right now, where she’s in it everyday if his life. That’s all he wants.

“I love you.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you—“ every kiss, every bite, every suck on her pretty pink lips he mutters his undying love to her. Her giggles soon sound off as he’s soon towering over her on the soft pillowy bed sheets. He soon stops his assault on her lips and holds himself up on his hands. Looking down at his love. The one who saved his life. She’s smiling, smiling so softly he just might cry again. Not like he stopped anyway. The sun rose a bit higher since so it’s rays we’re shining bright and right onto his Angel, so etheral, so bright, so…his. She lives for him and he knows it. She proves it to him everyday.

People fear him. They shake and tremble and the very mutter of his name but only if they knew.. it’s not him they should be afraid of. If they knew the things he’d do for her, they’d fear her instead. One word and it’s done.

A smile. It unknowingly made its way onto his face. So soft, so small but so beautiful. She thought it was so beautiful. To her he’s the most precious person, most beautiful, gorgeous being she’s ever seen, met. She loves this man. And she will remind him now and forever.

IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK!!!!

A Daddy

John "Soap" MacTavish x Poc Fem! Reader During a meeting, Ghost realizes Soap is missing. He goes looking for him and see's him having a facetime call on a computer with a beautiful woman and a newborn baby on the other side of the screen.

Notes: Ngl to yall. I think this one isn't my best but imma still post it cause I want to. Hope it isn't that bad of a read, suggestions are welcomed anytime!!

"We're missing someone, aren't we? He's usually the first one here to these meetings." Gaz sat in the chair furthest from the front but directly next to Price. He wasn't that worried since neither Price nor Laswell was concerned about the missing scot, but he was curious as to where he could be.

Someone who was more curious about where the Mohawk was was Ghost. Although he'd rather die than ever utter this out loud, Soap's gruffly accent is what he looks forward to in the mornings. It lets him know that he's made it to another day and somewhat grounds him and keeps him in tune with reality when (although it's rare) he feels himself slipping. So seeing him missing was the first thing he noticed when he was the last to walk into the room and Laswell immediately started talking.

"He's been excused for the time being. He can be filled in by Price later when he's finished with his business." Laswell continued with the information she had after clearing the air about the missing Sargeant. Ghost didn't dwell on it any longer and paid attention to the meeting until it finished 30 minutes later.

After being dismissed, they all went their separate ways doing god knows what. Ghost had set off to stroll around making sure he had nothing else to do before he retired to his room to go over the files he and the rest were given in the meeting.

Simon wasn't one to wander the base. Not that he hadn't engraved every part of it into his memory out of instinct, but, he wasn't one to explore unless necessary. His small walk turned into him mindlessly looking for his Scottish partner in crime, and while it is out of character for him to be so curious as to where Soap was, he couldn't help but look.

Ghost eventually walked past a conference room and he knew from the room number he was getting close to the visitation room. That room was for family calls or special access visitations from family members if you had high enough clearance. As he was walking, he heard the missing man's ruff Scottish voice cooing in some sort of baby talk. Ghost walked up to the open room door silently and stood there seeing Soap sitting in front of a laptop cooing softly at it, he tilted his head to see what had him that way. A dog maybe?

'That sounds like something Johnny would do.'

When Ghost tilted his head, he was surprised to see a newborn baby and a beautiful woman with dark skin on the other side of the screen. A big, tired smile was on the woman's face as she held the baby in her arm. Soap leaned his head on his folded arms on the table with the softest look ghost had ever seen. His eyes held such love and devotion that if she were in front of him he'd be worshiping her from head to toe.

"I see someone is excited to be a daddy. You know he looks just like you if you squint. He's the spitting image of you John it's crazy" The pretty lady on the other side of the screen lightly giggled at the end of her sentence, her accent sounding foreign. A chuckle soon came from Soap's lips as he stared at his newborn son in his lover's arms.

"If anything he looks more like you to me. Well either that or it's the laptop's shitty ass quality and he really does look like me." There was a pause before he sighed heavily. "I can't wait to see you, baby, you and little Bailey" Soap's voice held a sadness Ghost hadn't heard before. It was like he was a different man completely. Not that Soap wasn't an expressive man, quite the opposite actually, but, he only ever showed anger, cheekiness, joy, and other neutral emotions. Never quite showing complete sadness and happiness.

Ghost felt that he was invading something private by listening and watching. Something intimate and special it almost flustered him, so he turned from the door frame and started walking ahead, only for his name to be called by the man he just left in the room. He turned to see Soap by the door waving him over to come back. It looks like the woman on the screen saw Ghost and mentioned it to him. Now that he was back, Soap tugged Ghost back into the room with a broad smile. He was gonna be able to show his beloved his best mate on the force and he was ecstatic.

"Darlin, This is Ghost, he's a part of my team. He's the scary brute around here scaring the new recruits" A gruff exhale came from the said man. He was being introduced to someone without his consent but then again, it was his fault for seeking out the Scot in the first place.

Ghost stared into the screen at the curious woman. He had to say she was quite stunning. Dark skin, frizzy hair (he's guessing from the baby in her arms, the messy hair is from childbirth), and small eyebags that showed her fatigue just a bit. His eyes zoomed in on the tiny baby laying in the woman's arms. They had blue eyes and their facial features for a newborn looked scarily identical to their father's.

"The champ looks like me, aye? She says he does and I believe it. The MacTavish genes in me run strong." Soap bosted proudly with a grin seeing his sweetheart smile at his words. Ghost nodded and looked at Soap with Amusement but something he couldn't explain. Simon felt joy for Soap. As chipper as the Scot was, there were times he'd see him at his lowest, like he was ready to rid of it all, to take the coward's way out. Alas, he would always bounce back in the next few hours to bug the hell out of ghost and talk his ear off but he knew how the lass would. Soap having another bundle of joy to keep him grounded and to keep him motivated to stay alive was something Ghost was happy about.

Soon, it was time for Soap's lover to go. She was tired evidently so Soap said his I love you's and his goodbye's solemnly and the call ended. Soap sighed and stood up, walking out of the room, toe-in-toe with Ghost, walking the hall, and heading back to the barracks.

"You know, I didn't think you would have a lover much less a child. From your bad jokes, I assumed your pickup lines were just as bad." An offended gasp came from Soap's mouth upon hearing the Brit's words.

"I'll have you know she loves my pickup lines thank you. They're part of my charm she says." Ghost could hear the adoring tone of his voice at the end. He really loved his girlfriend and vowed hed marry her soon as he is able to leave. Ghost chuckled and they walked in comfortable silence.

Soap became a daddy that day, and Ghost was happy for him.