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So to put it in words...Deadpool shot his load into wolverine to calm him down.

are you ready to be calm now?

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Just three freaky flatmates sharing their views on men. Two of them are having flashbacks too!

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PAUL MESCAL & PEDRO PASCAL Entertainment Weekly - October 22, 2024

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Peas in a Pod! (Broly x Male! Saiyan! Reader)

another fun and cute one. you’re welcome 😉 sorry I didn’t add fusing, I’mm not a responsible dragonball fan and haven’t seen potara fusion yet 🙃 hopefully cuddly Broly makes up for it 😙

(tall n’ gentle + short and feral; established relationship; fluff)

“Hell yeah, I wanna try it!”

Y/N nudged Broly with an eager grin, trying to encourage him to agree, but the larger Sayian didn’t seem remotely convinced. He gave Goku an uncertain look.

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Sounds awesome,” Y/N corrected, “Do you know how badass we’d look out there, pummeling jerks left and right? Earrings aside.”

Broly shook his head, even more sure than before.

“You could get hurt. One of us could lose control.”

“Well yeah,” Y/N said, giving him a deadpan look, “That’s kinda the point. Us fused and going all berserk would be, like, the ultimate trump card! We’d crush anybody in our path! Frieza wouldn’t even think of coming near you!”

Broly placed a hand on Y/N’s head to stop his excited bouncing.

“No.”

Y/N frowned in annoyance, but then relented with a sigh, pushing Broly’s hand off of his head.

“Ugh, fine. You’re right. We’d probably destroy Vampa or any other planet we were on anyways.”

“Well, actually,” Goku interjected, holding the green orbs up again, “If the fusion gets too powerful, you’d separate. And if things get really hairy, Vegeta and I can probably handle it again.”

Broly frowned slightly at the memory as Goku chuckled.

“Or we’ll just instant transmission. Or try to call Whis…okay, maybe it’s not the best idea.”

Broly nodded in satisfaction, walking away and sitting back down in the grass. Y/N crossed his arms, eyeing him as he meditated. Ever since Broly saw Vegeta do it, he’d been meditating every chance he got, although Y/N suspected he had fallen asleep a few times.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get him to come around,” he boldly proclaimed, dark eyes narrowing.

Goku glanced between the two uneasily, thinking of the last time their wills had clashed. They didn’t need to get kicked out by Lord Beerus before they had a place to go.

“Just try not to break any of Lord Beerus’s planets again, okay?”

Y/N nodded, going over to Broly and sitting down next to him, taking his hand. Broly hummed, pulling it into his lap and cradling it between his palms gently, engulfing the smaller Saiyan’s hand. Y/N blushed slightly from the gesture as he always did, hoping Goku didn’t see. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

“Okay, I’m gonna leave the earrings with you guys, okay?”

Y/N jumped as Goku appeared in front of them, fingers on his forehead. He tossed him the potara earrings, and a few senzu beans. Y/N caught them both, his blush having grown.

“Just in case,” Goku explained, briefly glancing at their hands and giving Y/N a broad grin, “Seeya!”

Goku disappeared, returning to Earth and leaving the two men in silence. Shoulders relaxing, Y/N dropped his head. Broly wordlessly tilted Y/N’s head to rest on his shoulder. He allowed it, closing his eyes and leaning against his mate.

“You know, I’m pretty close to getting control of Legendary Super Saiyan. Closer than you, at least.”

“Hm.”

“If I get control of it, I’d be strong enough to stop you from going crazy on everything. And you’re getting there, too; it’s not as uncontrollable as you think.”

Broly sighed with a hint of exasperation. “It’s not safe enough yet. We still have to wait.”

Y/N opened his eyes, looking up at Broly with concern.

“But don’t you miss home? Don’t you want to go back? Or see Earth?”

Broly didn’t answer, inspiring Y/N to continue his appeal.

“I’d have to train harder but I’m sure if I go hard enough at it, I’ll be able to remain myself in my Legendary form and we’ll be able to go anywhere—everywhere! We’ll be able to do anything, we’ll—“

Broly gently squeezed his hand, causing Y/N to fall silent. He looked to him, scanning his tanned, composed face. He could remember the first day he saw that face; the unsure purse of his lips, the curious darting of his ink black gaze, the perpetual furrow of his brow. He’d grown more peaceful during his time on Beerus’s Planet, Y/N reflected. He hoped he was adding to that peace, too. As if he’d heard his thoughts, Broly spoke softly.

“There’s no rush. We can wait.”

Y/N frowned slightly. “But…wouldn’t you be happier back home?”

He grinned, squeezing Broly’s bicep. “What about Ba? Don’t you miss him?”

“Ba can wait.”

Y/N’s eyebrows rose in shock. He really thought that’d get him.

“As long as you’re with me, any place is home.”

Y/N’s heart jumped as Broly looked at him with a fond smile.

“We’ll train until we’re ready, and then we can take the earrings and go back to Ba.”

“Uh…are you sure?”

Broly suddenly took Y/N in his arms, sitting him on his lap and engulfing him in his large, muscle-bound arms. He rested his head atop his.

“I am happiest when I have you. Nothing else matters.”

Y/N broke out into a furious blush, heart singing at Broly’s words. He placed a hand on one of Broly’s arms, relishing his warmth. He allowed the smile that trying to form take over his face.

“You keep acting like this, you’re gonna make me go soft. How am I supposed to protect you from Frieza’s men like that?”

Broly laughed softly, then held his mate tighter. “I love you.”

Y/N rested in Broly’s embrace, leaning into the heartbeat that was thumping gently against his back.

“I love you too, softie.”

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Let Me Steal this Moment From You

Leon Kennedy X reader (soulmate AU)

Part 2

You feel whatever pain your soulmate does, and for the past six years it seems like your soulmate never gets a break

A/N: I haven't seen a soulmate AU for Leon so thought it might be fun to do and I'm cheesy as hell. I also thought about how painful it would be to be anyone from RE's soulmate like this

(Title from the song "Running up that Hill (A Deal with God)" by Kate Bush)

Your soulmate was always someone who got hurt, it seemed like whoever they were they could never stay out of trouble. You got used to it and it was never anything serious until one night. Earlier that night a pain shot up in your back, like almost your back had been slammed against something metal. You decided to go to bed early since the pain was extreme, and it didn't seem to stop.

You shoot up in bed in blinding pain, grasping your shoulder. You screamed out from the shock. Your roommate ran over to you, calling your name but the pain was unbearable almost like you had gotten shot in the shoulder. Tears in your eyes just from the agony of it, your roommate in a complete panic called for an ambulance unsure of what else to do for you. That entire night in the hospital left you in pure pain as your soulmate seemed to be beaten around the entire night.

You thought your soulmate was dead by the time it all settled. You were in just aching pain as you lay in the hospital bed. Your worry consumed your thoughts, worried that something had happened to your soulmate.

"Well... they aren't dead." The doctor suddenly says to you. "You would know if they were, but whatever they just went through was rough." He tells you, looking at a chart. "Seems like it finally settled."

"Is there anything I can do?" You ask worried, and he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry... there's nothing."

There wasn't a ton of pain for the next week or so, but suddenly the pain started coming back. Nothing as extreme as that faithful night, but nothing pretty. A lot of times you would end the day feeling beat up, and exhausted. It made you wonder what changed for them, why was there suddenly so much pain in their life. It made you worried, very worried. It turned into six years of your soulmate being beaten around and hurt.

It was a random day in the fall when you suddenly felt a prick in your neck. You stop and look around, your hand going to your neck. Something was happening to your soulmate today. Nothing too crazy, you've had worse, but it was a bit different from the usual.

You were in your kitchen when there was suddenly a pain in your chest and stomach. You ran over to your sink before you spat up blood. Your eyes widened as you looked down at the sink that had a mix of saliva and blood at the bottom.

"What the hell is going on?" You ask yourself worry filling your chest. That pain stuck with you among the other things you were feeling. It was starting to become like that night again, but it was getting so much worse. A feeling of a cut on your thigh, feeling like you’ve been kicked around. It was non-stop pain, and it wasn’t slowing down.

It was the middle of the night when you screamed out in agony, a heavy pain in your chest. It stopped after a few moments, and you managed to call your mother to tell her what was going on. Tears in your eyes as you explained that your soulmate could be dead with the amount of pain you felt. She tells you to stay calm and to take deep breaths. The sensation starts again, and she says she is going to call an ambulance before hanging up. Everything from there is a pure blur as a doctor and nurses struggle to sedate you, unable to do anything else for your pain.

When you wake up the pain is gone, and your mother sits beside you,

"How are we feeling honey?" She asks you kindly, running a hand through your hair.

"Tired... but okay..." You reply softly almost numbly. Still exhausted from the night before. The doctor comes into the room and asks how you're feeling the usual routine.

"It says here you were hospitalized six years ago due to a similar situation." She notes as she looks at her clipboard.

"Yeah... I was..." You nod gently looking at her. The woman sighs as your mother gently runs a hand through your hair still.

"Look... I don't recommend this to just anyone but there's currently a drug doing testing that numbs the sensation we experience from soulmates." She begins to explain to you. "I'm just saying you've been to the hospital twice because of this. Neither time seemed like a small incident, it's just something worth thinking about."

Your mother loved the idea, but you... you didn't know. The pain let you know they were still there. They were still holding on despite everything and all the pain they had been through, you both have been through. If this was six years ago you would have jumped at the chance to never feel that pain again, but now...

"I need some time..." You reply softly.

"That's understandable, here's the information you'll need if you decide you want to do this." The doctor nods understanding and hands you some papers.

Your thoughts were constantly on your soulmate and their pain, it's been quiet since your hospital visit. Just small things, you were glad they were seemingly getting a break. You were always careful when it came to your own pain not wanting to add any more to theirs.

The drugs were constantly on your mind too, even as you shopped at the store. You accidentally bumped into a man, your thoughts elsewhere.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" You quickly say looking at a rather well-built man, he had the bluest eyes you had ever seen. His lips upturned into a friendly smile no longer in a deep frown, but his eyes had heavy bags underneath them. He looked tired, it made you kinda worried for the stranger. Even if you didn't know him.

"It's alright," he brushes it off. His blonde hair swayed with his movement. He goes on with his day and you do too, but you glance back at him for some reason. Like some part of you was telling you to keep talking to him. You ignored it and went to grab your list from your pocket. As you do your thumb gets a cut, causing you to wince out gently. When you do, you hear someone else wince. Your eyes widened and you turned to the blonde stranger. Who was looking at you too, he had winced. Holding out the same thumb you had just cut, he looks you up and down. Like he was trying to process everything that was going on.

You do something you would have never done for anyone else you pull a stranger into a tight embrace.

"I don't know what you've gone through these past six years, but... I'm so sorry... and I wish I could take that pain from you..." You simply say to him pulling him close to you. He says nothing and does nothing for a moment before he hugs you back. Struggling to hold in his tears as he feels the warmest embrace he's felt in a long time.

Your soulmate Leon Kennedy has the weight of the world on his shoulders. It's a good thing you are there to make it a little easier.

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current mantra

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My new wall addition 💛❤️

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i haven't stopped thinking about them yet

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they’re married with kids. it’s confirmed yall

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It's Not Your Fault

Chris Redfield x Male!Reader

Warnings: Angst, injury

Won 3rd place from this post.

You were fighting off a little sleep as the BSAA team you were on, Bravo Team, were traveling to a location for a new mission. You kept yourself awake by fidgeting with the ring on your finger that your new husband, Chris Redfield, gave you.

The wedding was a few nights ago and the two of you planned on a honeymoon but a mission report got into the way of that. Both Bravo and Alpha team were required to be in the area so you'd be kind of working with your husband but expect to be spilt up at some point.

During the mission, you were inside a building when it began collapsing. You didn't make it out in time and was still inside when it collapsed completely. Chris wasn't told about it until your body was being carried to an ambulance helicopter, Chris immediately ran into the helicopter so then he'd be with you.

The soldiers told him what happened and told him the condition you'd be in. Chris was scared to death but stayed calm in front of the others, not wanting to make things worse.

He paced around the waiting room when you underwent surgery and was the first one to visit you once the doctors allowed it. You had remained in a coma state for four weeks until you started waking up, Chris was there and waited to hopefully see how you were.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Chris asked after he gave you a minute to wake up.

"Yeah... Just... where am I?" You asked, not finding your surroundings familiar.

"You're in the BSAA's hospital wing, do you remember what happened?" Chris asked, hoping your memories weren't jogged up.

"Uh... A building fell on me, I think." You said, motioning upwards.

"Yeah, remember anything else?" Chris asked, thinking he was getting somewhere.

"Kind of... I'm sorry, who are you?" You asked, looking at Chris confused.

Chris' heart dropped, he felt everything stop. "I'm Chris Redfield, your husband." Chris explained, hoping that'd help.

"I don't... I don't remember you at all." You said, scanning Chris' face and trying to find anything to remember him by.

"What do you mean? We spent almost our whole lives together." Chris said, getting a little desperate.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you." You said, feeling bad.

Chris nodded before getting up and leaving, finding a quiet place to cry and allow himself to be a little scared. Someone knocked on the door and asked if someone was there. Chris wiped his eyes and answered to see Piers coming into the room.

"What's wrong, Captain?" Piers asked, seeing how upset Chris seemed.

"(Y/N) doesn't know me." Chris said, trying to keep himself together.

"What? How? Why?" Piers asked, sitting down next to Chris.

"I don't know. He just doesn't know me. He remembers his accident but he doesn't remember his own husband." Chris said, beginning to cry again.

Piers hugged Chris and tried to comfort him, not really knowing how to feel about this.

"Maybe you could talk to his doctor and see what he recommends on you getting his memory back." Piers said, trying to find a solution.

Chris nodded calming down a little, taking Piers advice. After that, Chris found your doctor and asked about it and the doctor said that once you were able to go home to take you to their home and talk about the things you'd know by heart and show you things that hold memories.

The plan on getting your memories back was a long process but it eventually worked, it was admittedly one of the happiest days for Chris that he got his husband back.

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Something to Live For

Jake Muller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, slight angst

Won 8th place from this post.

You felt tired but couldn't fall asleep, being locked in a cell where the only color was white and the lights constantly being on made it very irritating to do almost anything. The only color there was was the skin color of Jake, but he wasn't in the room currently so everything was basically a blinding white aura everywhere you looked.

The cell door opened and Jake came back, you chuckled a little as the doors closed. "Still no shirt?" You joked, seeing Jake still in just white sweatpants.

"Very funny." Jake snapped back, sitting down on his bed across from you.

When you both originally woke up in the cell, one of the first things you both noticed was that you had a white tank top but Jake didn't get any shirt. You both started coming up with joke reasons instead of actual reasons as to why that was a thing, but it seemed that Jake was starting to grow tired of them.

"Are you trying to sleep?" Jake asked, realizing that you were laying on your bed with your eyes closed.

"No, just giving my eyes a break from hallucinating things." You said, rolling over so that you were on your back now.

Jake sighed a little before he also laid down and did that same thing you did. "How old are you?" Jake asked, clearly not wanting a second of silence.

"I'm 22. Why?" You asked, finding the question odd.

"Nothing, I'm 21." Jake replied, a few seconds of silence later, he continued. "How long have you been a mercenary?"

"Uh... maybe eleven years?" You said, not entirely sure what day it even was anymore.

"Damn, and I thought I was bad." Jake muttered, your response shocking him a bit.

"Oh yeah? How old were you?" You asked, sitting up and looking at him.

"I honestly don't remember, every day has felt the same for most of my life." Jake said, shrugging a little.

"Got that right..." You muttered, laying back down.

"So why'd you become a mercenary?" Jake asked, clearly either extremely bored or genuinely curious.

"I ran away from the orphanage I lived in for years and found myself hanging out with the wrong people. You?" You explained nonchalantly, not wanting to go into heavy detail.

"My mother was sick and I was trying to get money to help her. It didn't work out in the end but can't say I didn't try." Jake explained, sighing a little.

"Why did you stay?" You asked, knowing a lot of people would rather be yelled at by an angry person over food than be in literal life or death situations almost every day.

"Money for myself, honestly. And what about you? Why'd you stay?" Jake asked, he chuckled a little when he responded.

"Me? Well... If I die in battle then people might actually care about me." You said, deciding to just be completely honest.

Jake was silent but you heard him shift on his bed, you sat up and saw that he was staring at you with a blank expression. "What?" You asked, not understanding what you said to make him react like that.

"So, the whole reason you stayed was because you wanted some sympathy?" Jake asked, not really believing what you said.

"Not exactly." You said, now you had to explain exactly. "It's easier to accept death when someone else puts the bullet through your head or when someone hangs you or cuts open your throat. It also doesn't put the blame on you if you go out that way. Why do you think I let myself get hurt so bad when I fight something?"

Jake continued to stare at you but with a little more worry in his eyes. "Your... suicidal?" Jake asked, he sounded a little worried.

"Yeah, and? Let's be honest, I'm just a waste of air." You said, shrugging.

Jake got up from his bed and sat on yours in front of you. "Stop that." Jake said, it was almost like he was ordering you to do as he said.

"Wha--?" You got cut off.

"You're not wasting air and whatever the hell else nonsense you just spit out of your mouth. Look, believe it or not, but I am inspired by you. I think you're the coolest person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." Jake said, these words surprised you.

"What are you saying?" You asked, getting a weird feeling you've never felt before.

"I'm saying that... that I... well..." Jake trailed off before he shook his head before kissing you.

The shock you felt would've been enough to maybe give someone a heart attack but the weird feeling seemed to grow, it was something you hadn't ever felt before but you kinda liked it. Jake pulled away but didn't go too far away, he rested his head against yours.

"I was not expecting that." You muttered, not being able to look away from him.

"I wasn't either, guess I went on autopilot or something." Jake joked, making you chuckle. "(Y/N), if I can't give you a good reason to stay alive, can I be your reason?"

Those words did it. That was exactly when you realized that you were in love. You had always felt weird around Jake but thought it was because prior to this, you didn't talk to him a lot but would overhear him talking to other mercenaries.

You nodded before kissing him again, feeling a little more relaxed this time. When you pulled away, Jake made you lay down, you were a bit confused until he started to cuddle with you. It was a nice surprise and you loved it, it made you feel loved and that was a first.