#onl-you

[fischyplier]

Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome!! 💖✨💖✨

Awww thank you!

[savage-rhi]

34. — diary!

@onl-you Here you go hon 💙 Thank you!

After getting the shit kicked out of him, one would think Higgs wouldn’t be in the mood to write. Nonetheless, he typed away on his computer; logging his personal diary with the last of his thoughts. His final entry, as he looked over the contents, was quite poetic. Higgs was half tempted to delete it all, thinking he sounded more like a Shakespearean nut than a man who was once proud to be called The Particle of God. Nonetheless, he was in too much pain to give a shit. It didn’t matter anyhow if anybody saw it. Higgs knew he would be long gone before then. 

Collapsing out of his seat from exhaustion, Higgs crawled his way to the cot in the bunker. The process was grueling given the broken ribs, but he was never one to give up. Daddy had called him a persistent bastard once upon a time, and Higgs chuckled, having more than lived up to the name in life. Higgs fell back into the cot and let out a sigh of relief. His mouth felt dry and parched as he licked his lips in vain to wet them. He could feel stinging cracks beginning to form on the delicate skin. 

“This is how it’s gonna be.” Higgs murmured softly to himself, knowing his story was over. His role in Amelie’s epic tale had come to an end. As foolish as it was, Higgs hoped there would have been more. Was that too much to ask? Probably, for someone like him. Given the life he was born into, Higgs was always destined to fail. He knew it. Amelie knew it too. Destiny, fate--it had his anguish in spades. 

Higgs weakly looked over, seeing some of the pizza boxes he had carelessly discarded with wild abandon. He was more than prepared to die alone, but not without getting a morsel of his favorite dish. Maybe if he ate those nasty little bugs with it, he’d have a chance to survive. It was silly, downright stupid, but he’d be damned going to hell without eating a pizza for the final time. 

“Five minutes, just five minutes then you can order,” Higgs reassured himself, his body easing him into sleep. Maybe he wasn’t ready to give up just yet. 

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[woodlandpoetic]

AM I TOO LATE TO YOUR CREATIVE SPARK? *think think think* Ummm.. What about about.. Leon being jealous of the reader's cat, like some boyfriends are? Is it fluffy enough?

There was one time when my boyfriend and my cat fought over who was spooning me and I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. My cat whacked him on the nose, he kept putting his arm around me, placing it on top of her. (gently, don’t bug out aKSJSJN) Eventually she curled up behind his legs and wouldn’t let him turn over. 😂

Send me imagines for Resident Evil!!

Dusk slowly covered the sky, the two of you watched in silence as you curled up onto Leon’s chest. You two had finally come home from a long day at work, being pretty exhausted you curled up in bed early tonight. “Hey can you pass me my drink?” You tiredly requested, Leon reached over to his side as he grabbed your glass. Handing it to you, he pulled you closer to his side.

A loud mew came from in between you two, Leon’s arm getting pushed up as a black cat came out from in between you two.

“Cheshire.. really?” He questioned, the black furball squeezing itself in between you two as he sat down. You giggled to yourself, stroking your cat’s head.

“He’s being protective of his mama.” Leon blinked his eyes, blankly staring at you then Cheshire. He sighed, chuckling as he put an arm around you— leaning over to kiss your head before...

Cheshire meowed as he whacked Leon’s nose, staring at him. You laughed, petting Cheshire in response. Your boyfriend stared at you, blankly again before staring at your cat. His eyes widened at the cat,

“Listen furball,” he started, “She’s my lady too.” As if he could understand him, he meowed again— curling up between you two. Huffing, he stared at Leon.

“I think he knows you’re jealous,” you couldn’t help but keep laughing at this whole showdown. Your grown boyfriend is fighting with your cat, over who’s going to cuddle you. Leon picked up Cheshire gently, moving him to his side as he pulled you over quickly. The cat stared him down, sneezing on his over hand.

“Little shit,” he huffed staring back at Cheshire who laid his head on Leon’s leg.

“And I’m not jealous of a cat!” He turned to you, within seconds Cheshire climbed over him— single-handedly squeezing himself in-between you two again.

“You wanna play that game?” You were laughing even harder at him, the cat meowed. Leon reached around you, pulling you over into his lap. You squeaked as you straddled him, Cheshire immediately looking up from his cozy position. “Leon!” You laughed, he was too busy having a stare-down with you cat. Cheshire, huffing as he got up, squeezed his little body in-between you both again. Pushing you to sit up on Leon’s lap, your cat put two paws on your boyfriends chest. He raised an eyebrow at him, another loud mew escaped him. “Why can’t I cuddle your mom?” You couldn’t believe what you were watching, your own boyfriend was jealous of your cat. And they were fighting over cuddling you! Leon sighed, “Cheshire, come on” He didn’t budge. Feeling defeated, he reached over to pet Cheshire. The cat meowed happily as he purred against Leon’s hand. Your boyfriend peered over at you, shaking his head with a laugh. “At least I know if anything happens to me, you got one tough cookie right here to protect you.” You smiled, leaning over as you nudged your head against his. Cheshire butting in, you two laughed as you nudged him.

“I love you guys.” You breathed.

[clairecrive]

omg you write for tommy jfudurue can i ask for him and “Don’t. God, don’t do it.” from your last prompts list? :)

Hello lovely person!

First of all, thank you so much for sending a request. Then I wanted to ask you something. Today I was taking a shower and an idea came to me. And then before you know it I had a whole imagine scribbled down and your prompt fits perfectly into it.

The problem is that it's Alfie and not Tommy as you asked. (I don't know why but I never seem to be able to write angst for Tommy) So I was wondering :is it okay with you if I put the prompt in the Alfie imagine and have it ready by tomorrow morning (Rome time) or then not and I'll work on your request as it is but I'm afraid it'll take me a while.

It's totally up to you🤗 Let me know asap pls.

Either way, hope you're okay❤️

[deputy-sarah-sux]

“You’re making a face. I know that face. It won’t work, I will resist it.” for Sarah and John? *-*

It took me forever to respond to this but I finally did it! I’ve been in a writing funk for a while but I think I’m finally past it. Thank you so so so much for sending me this prompt @onl-you, you don’t know how much I adore these things. I haven’t gotten to write a lot of soft Sarah and John so this was really fun.

So, without further ado, I present some soft Sarah and John:

Prompt: “You’re making a face. I know that face. It won’t work, I will resist it.”

“Thinking About You”

Sarah flopped down on the couch beside John and picked up her discarded book from earlier. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him look up from his paperwork at her for a second before looking down again. He continued to repeat the action until Sarah finally let out an exaggerated sigh and put the book down.

She pulled her legs onto the couch and turned to face John, wrapping her arms around her knees. He immediately put his papers down now that all of the attention was on him and watched her carefully. He opened and closed his mouth a few times like he was on the edge of saying something, his teeth visibly grinding.

Sarah narrowed her eyes and leaned closer before she spoke. “Well, spit it out, I don’t have all night.”

“Nothing.” He finally replied after another minute of silence. Sarah rolled her eyes and leaned back again and pulled the book up to her nose.

His eyes still didn’t leave her face, she could see him watching her over the top of her book. Without dropping her abandoned reading material, she locked eyes with him and frowned when his face dropped a touch and he leaned forward a bit.

“Sarah…?” He said, his voice barely above a whisper, there was an unasked question in there. It took a few seconds to click but when it did Sarah dropped her book and finally broke eye contact.

“You’re making a face. I know that face. It won’t work, I will resist it.” Sarah insisted, crossing her arms and leaning away. John’s face fell a bit more and she felt her resolve wavering at the look. No, she shouldn’t just give into him like this. He was going to start acting like more of a spoiled brat if she did.

And yet…

Sarah let out a quiet sigh and muttered a quick “fine”, pushing herself up and crawling over to John. The way his face lit up as she sat herself down in his lap was worth it. The man truly was touch starved.

He ran a hand through her hair, it was getting a little longer than was practical but she didn’t trust herself to cut it. He kissed along her jaw, her cheeks, her temples, he was careful to avoid her lips. Soft lips pressed kisses to her eyelids, his calloused hands covered her own and pulled them to his face. One by one he kissed each fingertip and wrist. Sarah could do nothing but smile softly at the display of affection, she practically melted over the fact that he trusted her enough to be their vulnerable.

It was only after he’d kissed everywhere else he could think of before his lips finally found hers. Sarah couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, it was soft and slow, sweet and almost lazy. There was no heat, no rough handling or lip biting. They parted to take a couple shared breaths, their foreheads resting together.

Somedays Sarah was honestly terrified of the feelings she felt for this man. If something happened to him, she didn’t know what she might do but she was certain it wouldn’t be good.

“Stop thinking,” John said, his voice low as if he was afraid he might disturb the room if he spoke too loud.

“I’m not.”

He leaned away enough for one of his index fingers to poke her forehead, staying between her eyebrows for a few seconds longer than was really necessary. “Your face pinches when you start thinking, it’s cute. And your nose crinkles when you get worried and you’re doing it right now so stop worrying.”

Sarah couldn’t stop the blush that came to her cheeks. Slightly embarrassed by the color marring her cheeks, she dropped her head to hide her face in the crook of her neck. His hand came up to thread itself through her hair again, the other wrapping around her waist as he carefully lowered them all the way back onto the couch.

“Just stop thinking, leave that for someone else in the Resistance to do.”

Sarah answered him with a hum and John seemed satisfied with that. A happy sigh vibrated his chest below her and she finally allowed herself a chance to really relax. She couldn’t stay like this forever, but she could pretend just for a bit that it was possible.

[delicrieux]

do i dare sending you requests for each ahwm characters? 👀

you have no choice you shall perish otherwise

[uncomfortable-writers]

Thank you so much for the Kamski headcanon ! Chloé and him do need more attention haha. What about a chloé headcanon ?

You’re welcome!

Chloe is such a doll <3

[darkling-er]

For @onl-you , a drawing of your oc: Liza Evans

Honey, I tried, haha! I hope you like it though! ❤❤🤗