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[ichxraaa]

kakashi doesn't appreciate you thinking you are too heavy for him.

ft. chubby reader!

kakashi is strong, he knows he is strong, you know he is strong and yet you don't trust him to not drop you.

"you're going to hurt your back, put me down!"

you've had a long mission, you're exhausted and unfortunately your right ankle is sore and swollen because of a fall you had earlier in the day, but that doesn't mean you won't comply when kakashi, who has been hoisting you up by the waist to help you walk finally tosses you over his shoulders like a backpack.

technically you know he's trained to carry you, you've done the same maneuver countless times, and yet you are complaining.

kakashi doesn't understand why, he tells you he doesn't mind, he tells you it's okay, he tells you to trust him, but it's not about trust.

"i trust you", you sigh, "kakashi i appreciate this, but it's not the same carrying fifty kilos than carrying my weight, please just put me down and i can keep walking".

and he puts you down, because you asked, because he knows arguing won't make you change your mind.

you think the matter has been forgotten, for you at least it has, but next time you catch him training there's one hand behind his back as he does push ups and the dead weight balancing over his back adds up to a suspiciously familiar number.

you get closer, hesitant to ask how much is he carrying right now even when you are almost certain of the weight.

you approach him once he is done, you have decided against saying anything, you're just going to bring him back to he hokage's office like you were asked to.

he takes a long sip of his water bottle, the first thing he says is not a greeting.

"did you know the physical records of every active shinobi are public information?"

you look at him, madly confused for a moment because of course you know, he looks at you almost bored, face barely breaking a sweat despite what you just saw him do and then he looks at the discarded weights that were resting on his back a moment ago.

he sees your frown as you puzzle the pieces together, you're about to open your mouth but he interrupts you.

"just so you know, fifty kilos was already far from being my limit".

you try to pretend that you aren't touched by the quiet implication, the loud and visible confirmation that he can, in fact, carry you without hurting his back.

"are you showing off?"

"i just want you to trust me".

"i trust you".

"then let me help you when you need it".

[zouisbreakup]

rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from

[anime-for-the-sleepless]

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[bunnying-182]

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[chibird]

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[letters-to-the-sixth]

Currently reviewing applications... 😌

[segamascott]

okay so here's the thing about 50,000 people vs 1 ceo of a utility company

[segamascott]

technofascist surveillance state actually the have fun with ai was just them selling it to the public ☺️

[kkunai]

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ outlaw!toji loves taking care of his pregnant little wife, away on their own ranch :: tags. fluff. wild west au. pregnancy, age gap, size difference.

the late afternoon sun spills gold across the valley, painting the weathered porch boards in warm honey. you lean against the railing with one hand while cradling the gentle swell of your belly.

you’re six months along now, heavy enough that your balance betrays you on uneven ground. the baby kicks once right under your palm. you smile while rubbing slow circles over the spot.

boots thud behind you—slow and unhurried. toji’s shadow falls long and broad over yours before his arms cage you gently from behind, big hands settling on either side of your hips. he doesn’t press close the way he used to. these days he measures the new space your body demands.

“still out here starin’ at the horizon?” his voice rumbles low against your ear, just as gravelly even after all these quiet years.

“mhm. watching for trouble,” you tease as you tilt your head back until it rests against his chest.

toji towers over you the same as always—broad shoulders blocking out half the sky, scarred forearms bracketing you like a fortress. at six months pregnant, you still feel small against him, just the way you did the first time he lifted you clean off your feet in a moonlit alley and carried you toward freedom.

toji huffs a laugh and the sound vibrates through you. “trouble’s already here. married it. gave it my last name and everythin’.”

you reach up and thread your fingers through the dark hair at his nape. he lets it grow longer out here. no more sharp cuts, just soft black strands that curl against his collar when he forgets to tie them back.

you tug lightly, “you’re the one who keeps checking the ridge line every sunset like you expect a posse.”

“old habits,” toji shrugs. one massive hand slides forward, covering yours where it rests on your stomach. his palm swallows both your hand and part of the curve of your belly, “new ones too.”

the baby rolls under the pressure, a slow, lazy somersault that makes you suck in a breath. toji goes still.

“again?” he murmurs.

you nod, “she likes your voice.”

toji lets out a low disbelieving sound. like he still can’t quite believe anything this soft belongs to him. slowly and carefully, he turns you in his arms until you face him. even on the raised porch you have to tip your head way back to meet his green eyes. those eyes that still carry that dangerous glint when he looks at the rest of the world—but never at you.

not anymore.

toji sinks to one knee without warning, bringing his face level with your stomach. one scarred hand splays wide over the swell, thumb brushing back and forth like he’s petting something wild and precious.

“hey, little terror,” he says, deep voice pitched softer than you’ve ever heard it in the old days, “you plannin’ to keep kickin’ yer mama all night, or ye gonna let her sleep?”

another kick—harder this time. right against his palm.

toji’s mouth curves, slow and crooked. “yeah. that’s what i figured.”

he leans in and presses his lips to the taut skin just above your navel through the thin cotton of your dress. a kiss so gentle it barely stirs the fabric. then another. and another. like he’s counting blessings he still doesn’t think he deserves.

you comb your fingers through his hair again, holding him there, “you’re gonna spoil her rotten before she’s even born.”

“damn right.” he doesn’t look up, just rests his forehead against you, eyes closing. “gotta make up for all the years i spent bein’ the worst kind of man.”

the wind moves through the cottonwoods, carrying the scent of dry grass and distant rain. somewhere in the pasture one of the horses nickers. ordinary sounds. safe sounds. so unlike the ones you’ve been used to hearing ever since a year ago.

you bend as far as your changing center allows and kiss the top of his head. a small gesture back.

“you’re not that man anymore,” you whisper.

toji exhales. when he finally stands he pulls you against him—careful, always careful now—chin resting on your crown.

“maybe not,” he murmurs, the words vibrating against your scalp. “but i’ve got enough scars and enough stubborn left to make damn sure nothin’ ever touches either of ya. and enough sense now to know that’s all i want.”

you tilt your face up. your cheek slides against the worn flannel of his shirt until you can press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“awww, my big, scary rancher,” you giggle, letting the tease curl warm between you.

toji lets out a rough chuckle, amused at the way you always know just what to say to tease him, “mhm. scary’s still on the table if anyone comes lookin’.”

his free hand drifts down, palm flattening over the curve of your belly again. his thumb sweeps in lazy, protective arcs. the baby answers with a quick flutter, like she’s agreeing.

toji’s low voice drops even quieter, “you two are the only soft thing i’ve ever been allowed to keep. ain’t lettin’ the world or anyone take that away.”

you slip both arms around his waist as far as they’ll go and squeeze, “then keep holding on tight. we’re not going anywhere.”

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[odabito]

"After hearing about team Minato's success at Kannabi Bridge Kushina decided to make some ramen to celebrate, the team is back right on time but someone is missing..."

[ziyuanyuan1113]

More resident evil requiem sketches...more emily, leon and grace interactions

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Bsky

[skykashi]

Sleepover at Kakashi Sensei's place ❤️

This took me forever to finish.

[skykashi]

Exactly! 😂 I deliberately cropped it to leave it to everyone's imagination because Gai really can be sooooo many things

[jojorice]

mafia boss x daycare teacher pt. 2~😘💋

sneakin a lil secret kiss hehe ><

pt.1

[shin-i-ko]

[bunnying-182]

Here's our Vet Kakashi — the winner of the Tumblr poll! 🐾✨

[rkkuna]

everyday struggle i fear

[h4neypot]

lovers rock – leon kennedy

pairing: leon kennedy x reader (ft other re characters) summary: 4 times the team notices something's up with leon and the 1 time they figure it out (spoiler: he's married) genre: fluff

Claire notices the ring by accident.

They’re in the middle of a debrief. Multiple papers are spread across the table, coffee’s gone cold, and Leon is leaning back in his chair with one arm slung over the backrest, listening quietly and absorbing the information seamlessly. He isn’t speaking much, nodding occasionally, eyes flicking between whoever’s speaking.

It’s when he reaches forward to slide a document closer that the light catches on his hand.

Claire raises an eyebrow in curiosity. 

A ring.

It’s a casual band, not decorated with gems. It sits on his ring finger on his left hand. The hand. 

She blinks, certain she’s mistaken. Leon doesn’t wear jewelry. He never has, especially with the type of work they do. 

The conversation flows around her, but she’s no longer following along. Her eyes drift back to his hand, specifically the finger, tracking the movement as he flips a page, as he gestures to a chart as he makes a point. She feels like if she rubs her eyes or looks away for too long, it’ll vanish. 

It doesn’t.

By the time the meeting finishes, Claire convinced herself that she needs confirmation.

Everyone rushes out of the conference room, ready to start working. Sherry’s halfway out the door when Claire catches her wrist, tugging her back into the conference room.

“Did you see that?” Claire asks, lowering her voice. Leon’s hearing is freakishly good. 

Sherry frowns. “See what?”

Claire tilts her head toward the conference room, where Leon is still inside gathering his things. “His hand.”

Sherry squints, trying to follow. “What about it?”

“There’s a ring,” Claire deadpans. “On his left hand.”

Sherry’s expression sparks with curiosity immediately. “No way.”

“I’m serious.”

They both glance back to the man in question. Leon slips his jacket on, rolling his shoulders slightly, trying to ease the tension out of them, completely unaware of the scrutiny.

Sherry leans closer to her, whispering. “Maybe it’s nothing.”

“On that finger?” Claire raises an eyebrow. “That’s not nothing.”

Sherry purses her lips together. “Okay, but if he was married, we’d know, right?”

Claire scoffs. “Would we?”

Sherry frowns a bit at that. Leon’s always been private, sure. It’s a known fact that he likes to keep things to himself. Almost to his detriment. 

Still.

“Maybe the ring only fits on that finger,” Sherry suggests. “Or he doesn’t know the meaning of the finger. Or-”

“Sherry, Leon’s not that stupid.”

They look at each other, then watch as Leon finally walks up to them near the door. He gives them a nod and a small smile only reserved for those closest to him.

“Everything good?” he asks.

Claire nods automatically. “Yeah. Just… talking.”

He raises a brow. He can tell there’s something more, but he doesn’t press. He never does. Instead, he lifts a hand in a casual wave and heads down the hall, footsteps steady as they echo.

The ring glints once more before he disappears around the corner.

Claire exhales slowly, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Sherry turns to her, eyes wide. “Okay, that’s weird.”

Claire crosses her arms, still staring at the empty space where he stood. “Yeah,” she murmurs. “That’s really weird.”

–

Sherry doesn’t mean to see it either.

She’s leaving a lot later than usual, caught up in paperwork that refused to end, and by the time she finally makes her way out to the parking lot, the sky has already started to darken.

She’s halfway to her car when the low hum of an engine draws her attention.

The Porsche is hard to miss.

Leon’s leaning casually against it, one hand resting on the roof, the other tucked into his pocket. He checks his watch, then glances toward the entrance.

Sherry slows her steps without thinking, curiosity pulling her attention in that direction.

A few seconds later, someone steps out.

It’s a woman.

Sherry frowns slightly, instinctively trying to put a name to her. She doesn’t recognize her from the office, and she’s certain she would remember if she had. The woman moves towards the black car, spotting Leon immediately.

He straightens as she approaches. Sherry notes that his shoulders relax, his lips curve upward, and his attention narrows entirely onto her.

They exchange a few words that Sherry can’t hear from where she stands, but the woman smiles, bright and wide, and Leon mirrors it. Sherry hasn’t seen him smile like that in a while. Then, without hesitation, he opens the passenger door for her.

Sherry’s eyes widen even more.

She watches as the woman slips into the seat, as Leon closes the door behind her and circles around to the driver’s side, as he glances at his passenger one more time before getting in.

The engine hums again, and the Porsche pulls away with the rev of the engine.

Sherry stands there, dumbfounded, for a few seconds. She blinks, shaking herself out of it, and hurries the rest of the way to her car.

–

Chris figures out something’s off when Leon turns him down.

It isn’t the first time they’ve gone for drinks after a long day, and it certainly isn’t the first time Chris has been the one to suggest it. It’s a routine that the two found themselves performing regularly, a way to digest everything they… deal with. Plus, Chris likes that Leon and him have similar tastes in drinks and bar establishments. 

So, when Chris finds himself itching for a glass of whiskey, he doesn’t think twice.

They’re walking out of the building together, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement. Chris wraps up his story of the most recent mission he went on. 

“Hey,” Chris asks, glancing over. “I’m probably gonna head over to the bar and drink a glass or two. You in?” 

Leon looks at him, but pauses for a second before responding. Chris has never seen him hesitate like this.

Then, Leon shakes his head. “Can’t tonight.”

Chris slows to a stop, circling around to stand in front of Leon. “You’ve got something going on?”

Leon nods, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. Already made plans.”

Chris just stands there and stares. Leon’s response is… unusual. 

“Alright,” he says, shrugging it off. “Rain check.”

“Definitely,” Leon replies. “Next round’s on me.” 

They reach the parking lot, and Chris watches as Leon veers slightly, heading toward his sleek, black Porsche parked a little further down. 

Chris leans against his own car for a moment, arms crossed, as Leon unlocks the door. There’s a brief pause before Leon gets in and he’s checking something, looks like his phone at a message. Chris swears he sees a glimpse of a smile as Leon slides into the driver’s seat and pulls away.

Chris watches until the car disappears from view.

Plans, he thinks. Leon has plans.

He huffs out a small breath, shaking his head as he pushes himself off the car and reaches for his keys.

“Since when?”

–

Jill would’ve missed it if she hadn’t been paying attention.

Her and Leon stop for a coffee break in between briefings, a rare, small pocket of time. The place is small, a few blocks away from the usual rush of the main streets, and they wait silently in line, comfortable. Whenever it’s just them two, there’s not much chatter. 

It’s their turn to order, and Leon, the gentleman that he is, offers to pay for her drink. When the cashier echoes their total, Leon reaches into his leather jacket for his wallet.

This catches her attention as her eyes focus on his expensive leather black wallet. Jill remembers when Sherry bought him that for his birthday. It’s worn, slightly shedding at one corner, but it’s just proof that it’s well loved. She sees his hand flip open the wallet, reaching for a couple of bills in the pocket. 

That’s when she notices. There’s a photograph tucked into the clear sleeve.

It catches her attention before she can stop herself. 

Leon doesn’t seem to notice. Like it’s always been there. He pulls out the cash, hands it over, thanks the barista, all with the politeness he always has. The wallet stays open long enough for Jill to see the photo. 

A woman.

She’s close to him in the picture, leaning into his side. Leon’s arm is around her shoulders, a curve of his smile. The photo is domestic and warm, she feels like she’s intruding an intimate moment by just looking at it. 

Jill looks away before he can catch her staring, but the warm feeling from the photo stays. 

The baristas call their names and hand over their cups. The warmth radiates through the cardboard sleeve. As they step outside, a breeze goes by, making her shiver at the difference in temperature. 

“Since when do you carry photos?” she asks. 

Leon pauses mid-step, glancing at her. They both know what she’s referring to. “Since a while ago.”

Jill tilts her head slightly. “You’ve been holding out on us.”

He huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head. “It’s nothing like that.”

Jill puts her arms up in fake surrender. She doesn’t push further even though curiosity pulls at her. She knows that in this line of work, there are just some things you want to protect. Keep to yourself.

As they part ways, she finds herself glancing back at him.

Leon slips his wallet back into his jacket, the photograph hidden once more.

–

Grace decides she’s had enough.

By the time everyone’s all in the same room again, the pieces started to come together. Claire and Sherry are big gossips, talking about Leon’s mysterious woman, and Grace, being the FBI agent she is, needs to come to a conclusion. Now.

Leon, for his part, is completely at ease.

He’s seated at the table, flipping through a file, either unaware or unconcerned with the glances everyone’s been giving him. 

Grace leans back in her chair, arms crossed, studying him.

“So,” she coughs, cutting through the low hum of conversation. “Leon, are you seeing anyone?”

The room hushes immediately. Claire and Sherry’s mouths open wide in shock, Chris hides a smirk under his hand, and Jill simply looks up from the paper in her hand. 

Leon looks up, blinking once, caught off guard by the directness. He closes the file, setting it aside on the table.

“Yeah,” he admits.

Claire leans forward. “Yeah?”

Sherry’s eyes are practically sparkling with anticipation. Chris watches with an even bigger smirk, and Jill remains still, observant.

Grace raises an eyebrow. “You want to elaborate on that?”

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he shrugs.

“It’s a huge deal,” Claire argues. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks.”

“Weeks?” Chris repeats. “Try months.”

Sherry points at him. “You have a ring.”

Jill adds, “And a photo.”

Grace nods. “And apparently a whole secret life that we don’t know about.”

Leon glances between all of them, realizing very quickly that there’s no easy way out of this.

“…I’m married.”

For a second, no one reacts. Leon sees all of the wheels in their heads turning, digesting what he just said. He can physically see the lightbulbs in their heads go off. 

“You’re what?” Claire blurts out.

“Since when?” Chris demands.

“Married?” Sherry echoes, incredulous.

Jill just shakes her head, a small, disbelieving smile tugging at her lips.

Grace leans forward. “You’re telling me you got married and didn’t tell anyone?”

Leon raises his hands slightly, as if to calm the sudden wave of reactions. “It wasn’t exactly planned.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” Claire says. “It actually kinda makes it worse.”

“We would have come,” Sherry trails off, sounding a little offended. “You didn’t even give us the chance.”

Chris crosses his arms. “You kept this from all of us?”

Leon hesitates, searching for the right words. Everyone in this very room is the closest thing he has to a family. 

“We… were in a rush.” he finally answers. “It happened before I left for Wrenwood. There wasn’t time for anything big, and we probably didn’t want anything big anyway.”

Grace studies him. “So you just decided to get married in secret.”

“I thought I was dying, okay?” Leon defends himself. “I just wanted to marry her.” 

Claire exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair. “Unbelievable.”

Sherry shakes her head, though there’s a small smile starting to form. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.”

Chris lets out a low sigh. “You owe us a long explanation.”

“And an introduction.” Jill leans back slightly, arms crossing. 

“Of course,” Leon shrugs. “I figured that was coming.”

Grace smiles widely. “So when do we meet her?”

“Soon.” His expression turns soft, thinking about his wife at that very moment. Everyone in the room can’t help but smile at the sight.  

And this time, no one misses the way his hand lays on top of the table, the ring catching the light, shining bright. 

like this is my FAMILIA yall i love them so bad i kinda had a hard time deciding the title of this actually... may change at some point iDK