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Dear fanfic writers for Blue Eye Samurai. I have a beautiful dream. YakuzaBoss!Mizu

Kenma Relationship Head Canons

Thank you all for the love on the Zayne head canons it means a lot to me that you guys like my writing. I'm starting off small with head canons and then maybe soon I'll move on to drabbles. This is just to get back into writing. <3

Kenma loves his video games, we all know this. So when you guys are first together he will tilt his handheld device or his phone, whatever he has with him at the moment, over to you so you can look over his shoulder and watch him play.

At first he's a little apprehensive about bringing you to his practices because he knows that his team can be a little chaotic, not like Karasuno High's team, but in their own rambunctious way.

Eventually he will relent and you can join him. When you first enter no one really notices you and he's fine with that. Towards the end of practice when he makes a particularly good serve he looks over to you to see what your reaction is, then, and only then is when his team notices you. They don't say anything but they do give Kenma these knowing looks and suggestive faces that make the faux blonde blush and hide his face.

Later into the relationship when both you and him are more familiar with each other and know each other's personal boundaries is when his inner cat really comes out.

If you two are hanging out together at either yours or his house, he of course has his gaming device and is gaming he'll either lay on your lap with his head resting on your thighs or he'll let you lay your head on his shoulder.

When the poor boy is tired especially after practice or when he stays up all night gaming he'll get very clingy and a little pouty. If you too are alone he'll pout at you until you give him your undivided attention and he'll bury his face into the crook of your neck and let you go back to what you were doing.

He loves physical affection when the two of you are alone. It's like he becomes a whole different being. Always wanting to touch you almost every second

I feel like if you had to go to the bathroom he would go with you and ask to hold your hand. You would look at him and be like "You want to hold my hand while I pee?" with an eyebrow raised and he would just nod.

For kisses, I think he would be okay with kissing you on the cheek or forehead in front of people, when you're not then he would give you the sweetest little pecks on your lips and pull back with a boyish little smile.

His pet names he likes to call you are: Kitten (obviously), bro, babe, and I personally find this one fitting stink.

Your pet names for him are: Goober, dude, honey, and schnookems to piss him off because you think it's funny.

bf kenma x GN! reader hcs. + sum hcs of just kenma

lit rally like a cat, just lounges around the house either asleep or on his switch

CONSTANTLY needs to be near you, he's very clingy!!

loves wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder

will also just koala hug you cuz yeah

pampered princess?? he gives me princess vibes (he is the prettiest princess)

love language is physical touch and quality time

y'all could be doing anything together and he'd be happy

totally makes you in the sims and it's especially embarrassing when you find out he did it during the crushing stage

so funny on text y'all he can be dry and he'll still have you cracking up

first date was at an arcade and he got you a plushie from the claw machine as a souvenir (it took 3 hours but it was WORTH it)

crosses his legs when he sits at his gaming set up and has atrocious posture

I'm sorry HE EXPERIENCES YT BOY RAGE 😭 he will cuss you out on mic 🙏🏾

either sleeps through a hurricane or wakes up from a cough no in-between

GETS SICK EASILY?? he hates how groggy it makes him feel but loves when you pamper him and he can just stay in bed and plays games

sticks out his tongue to tease you

THE CUTIE PATOOTIE

Catching Something - Kozume Kenma

A/N: everyone I know is getting sick. So I've got a handful of these ideas clanging around in my brain. Getting them down before I catch the bug!

Warnings: Kenma mentions sex with reader. That's all. The rest is just domestic fluff.

“How on earth did your nose get so red over the last 30 minutes, cupcake?” I worriedly questioned, sitting beside Kenma as he rested in bed.

His hair was a disheveled mess, his bun sitting lop sided on his head. I was doing all I could to not reach for my phone and snap a quick picture.

“It’s these tissues,” and he threw the loose tissues dramatically in the air, “they are so cheap! They don’t have the lotion in them.”

“Well sorry, your highness," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "My low salary job doesn’t afford the luxury items you’re accustomed to."

Maybe agreeing to have Kenma brought my way so I could constantly monitor him wasn’t the best idea.

“Ugh, I wish you’d just move in with me already! Or, at the very least, let me get you nice things,” he sighed, laying back down and sneezing into his tissues.

“All this over some damned tissues,” I quietly laughed, shaking my head.

“It’s not just that,” Kenma said, gently taking my hand in his, “well… not only that. I want this, being sick, to be easier for us both. I want to be able to take care of you when you’re sick too. Or… like… even cooking in the kitchen together for dinner, or buying our first couch. Oh, and having sex on every flat surface and giggling when Kuroo comes over to sit down right where we’ve previously laid claim to each other.”

My eyes widened at that comment and slowly dragged his way.

His little cheeks were now as pink as his nose.

“Hmm,” and I rested my palm on his forehead, “sick Kenma sure is ballsy.”

“I may die, ya know? Gotta speak my mind,” he proudly smiled.

“He’s also dramatic as fuck,” I whispered to myself catching the glare Kenma sent my way, “Baby, and I say that purely because that’s what you are when you’re sick, I already told you why I haven’t moved in.”

And he cut me off.

“I know...,” his vision dropping to his lap, where his hands steadily played with my fingers. “But it’s just money. And yeah, I know you scoff when I say that. But I want to take care of you. And I want us to start a life together, fully together.”

And he pulled my hand to his lips.

I couldn’t help the smile that stayed plastered so violently on my face. I tackled him in a hug, knocking the wind out of him, causing him to starting a new string of coughs.

“Sorry,” I sheepishly mumbled, pulling away.

“It’s okay,” he said, once he took a drink of his hot tea, “but you couldn’t keep your hands off me, so now you’re going to get sick.”

“Oh, please. I hardly get sick. I have an immune system comparable to a tank,” I boasted, smirking his way.

“Sure you do,” he laughed, his chest rumbling something dangerously deep.

I quickly straddled his lap causing his eyes to go wide. I gently pushed my fingers into his messy hair and pulled his lips feverishly to mine.

“I’m not scared!” I laughed when I pulled away, kissing his forehead.

“I’m not responsible for whatever happens to you. But… keep going.” He quietly laughed as I rolled my eyes and pushed him back in the bed.

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“Ahhh-chu!” I sneezed into the last remaining tissue that was in the box.

Kenma looked my way brightly smiling, which only made me roll my eyes.

“I’d hate to see the tank your immune system is getting compared to,” he poked fun, bringing me another box from his nearby closet, “and see, these damn things do make a difference, don’t they?”

“Yeah, yeah. You were right. Is that what you wanna hear?” I whined, throwing myself back in the bed.

“I mean, it doesn’t hurt to hear it. But you didn’t have to say it,” and he sat in the floor beside the bed, gently playing with my fingers again.

I gently squeezed his hand and he smiled up at me.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked, nervous for whatever was coming next since he had his thinking face on.

“I’m glad you moved in with me. It definitely makes this a lot easier,” he smiled.

I puckered my lips for a kiss and his face recoiled. I scoffed.

“I do not, even jokingly, have a tank for an immune system. Here,” and he kissed my forehead and then squeezed a bunch of hand sanitizer in between our hands, “rub them together. I’ll come see you shortly with your soup!”

“Sure thing, Kiyoomi!” I poked fun.

He stuck his tongue out at me, shaking his head and laughing as he left our shared room. Taking my whole world with him.

Saw the TF2 post about mercy accidentally killing their s/o would it be ok if u could request this but Shimadas and junkers accidentally injuring their s/o (not killing them, that angst is too much) remember to stay hydrated! And take needed breaks!

You got it! (Don't worry I just took a break and I'll chug 3 bottles of water just for you anon!)

Overwatch accidentally injuring their s/o

Hanzo

Immediately almost has a panic attack and has flashback to Genji dying by his hand

Once you're healed Hanzo is in tears and shaking with hundreds of apologies spilling out of his lips

Even if you say it's okay Hanzo can't help the tug of guilt everytime he sees the scar his arrow left

Genji

He'll get to you in a second and whisk you off the battlefield

Once you're healed he'll pull you into a hug and just stay like that whispering an apologies every now and then

It takes a while to forgive himself but if you reassure him it's okay then the guilt will slowly melt awau

Kiriko

She has her healing ofudas so she'll quickly teleport to to you and heal you mumbling apologies

She feels terrible that she accidentally hit you

If you assure her it's okay she tries her best ot believe you and assures you it won't happen again

Junkrat

Many people told both him and you that he'd hurt you in this relationship but Jamieson never thought it would happen

Once you're healed Jamie will throw himself on you shaking with sobs and spouting apologies begging you not to leave him

It's obvious one of the other Overwatch members might've accidentally upset him

Jamie refuses to go on any missions with for a while to assure this doesn't happen again

Roadhog

He won't say a word as he takes you to a healer and it's easy to take it for 'he doesn't care'

But once you see him again and he silently hugs you before letting a quiet apologie be said you know the guilt that's been weighing on him

Mako won't cry the outback has made sure of that but he does feel terrible for what he's done

Junker Queen

She'll carry you off the battlefield cursing herself for accidentally injuring you

Once you're healed it's obvious she's holding back tears but she refuses to let them spill

She'll apologize once you two are somewhere private and she'll just hold you to just feel your warmth and know you're alive

Mrs. & Mrs. Smith

In which Mizu and fem! reader are assigned to top-secret missions that are high-risk under the guise of being one another’s wives. Violence and sexual/romantic tension ensue!

based off maya erskine’s new series—I’m obsessed..

You both are very cold, calculated killers that the government has placed in this mission. It’s meant to be a long term thing, months for sure, years? most likely.

The first time you both meet, it’s awkward. Mizu is all long pale limbs and a dark spill of hair against strong shoulders, stronger chest.

She eyes you as you blatantly check her out. “You know this isn’t real, right?”

And you shrug, bite your lip and get moved in. Ignoring the way you can feel Mizu’s glare on you as you walk up the stairs to your room.

Your missions are vague. A note at the door step in the mornings. Mizu wakes before you do usually, and when she saunters into your room, bedtime robe slipping off her rippling shoulders, you try not to drool too obviously.

She gives you the rundown and you’re dressed in an hour. The mission is simple: deliver an unmarked package, then leave.

Yet, as Mizu ties up her hair as you’re both being chased onto a boat where the designated drop point is, you feel your heart race—not from the adrenaline or danger.

Her jaw is sharp, cut into a jagged point where it slopes off soft and connecting to her ears—the ones that stick out slightly. Make her look younger. You blush despite the situation.

Fast forward to after dropping off the package when suddenly the package erupts and sends you both flying off into the pier.

You’re both soaking by the time you’re on shore, but you’re met with enemies who leave you no option but to surrender.

You try very hard not to focus entirely on the long katana pressed to Mizu’s neck: the heartbeat you can see flutter there as she quickly knocks the man unconscious.

As if on autopilot, you do the same: respond to her move, meet her in the middle.

More men come, but you’re both fighting: a flow that mimics the sea and the flow of clouds on a windy day. You flip Mizu over your back with ease, her grunts sending a deep heat into your belly.

When you both return home, Mizu showers, and you slip inside, hands finding her waist, her shoulders, the place on her neck where the sharp of the blade was earlier.

You kiss it, an apology. A promise, maybe. She cleans the dried blood off your forehead and you laugh, amused.

What? she’ll ask, confused. Nothing. Just, happy wife, happy life, right?

Mizu kisses you to shut you up.

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The amount of blood loss from a bloody nose alone would have me in shambles..imagine seeing mizu in action…wow