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h0tchner · 3 years ago

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Any Age, Any Day, Anywhere (Part 1) - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: WRITTEN FOR AN ANON REQUEST: "ok hi so u already wrote a jealous reader and was wondering whats your take on jealous hotch? i mostly see him in fics as possessive and yeah being the leader type i would think he could also be possessive but i also think that he would just be sad like ya know he doubts himself as we saw in some episodes and i think he would need assurance and a lot of convincing that u only love him but if you’ve given that to him then thats the time he would be possessive and god i would love to imagine a possessive and feral aaron hotchner"

word count: 3.5k

includes: kissing, so much freaking adorable fluff, talk of body insecurities, insecure!hotch, protective!hotch, wifey reader, super brief mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, confrontation with a drunk asshole (derek & hotch are all over it tho dw), party at papa rossi's!, smut to come in next chapter...

rating: 18+ (technically there is no smut in this part, but there are adult themes such as drinking, kissing, etc.).

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! This is part one of a two-part fic! The next part will be pure filth, so keep your eyes peeled for some feral hotch content... ALSO! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Aaron! Can you come here for a sec?” you call out to your husband from the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath as you try (and fail) for the third time to zip up the back of your black cocktail dress.

“Sure, I just need a minute,” he replies from the bedroom closet, securing the last opalescent button on the arm of his white dress shirt. He looks at himself in the closet mirror, zeroing in at the bags under his eyes and the sprinkling of grey in his stubble. He looks… tired. Tired and old. And he hates it.

Even though Aaron is only in his late-40s, he has lived lifetimes; years of working as Unit Chief of the BAU will do that to a man. Every horror he’s seen and every person he’s lost has weighed on his body and mind. In the past few months, amidst work changes and a new baby, he’s been exhausted and in fear that he’s letting himself go. Of course, being the stoic man that he is, he’s done his absolute best to hide these feelings from you. Tonight, however, he doesn’t know if he can. It’ll be your first night out together as a couple since welcoming baby girl Hotchner to the family four months ago. With no pressing family or work distractions, he just knows that you’ll be able to sense his apprehensions. It’s only a matter of when.

Taking in a breath, he turns a little to the side, frowning at his profile. Aaron winces a little at his “dad bod,” but quickly recovers from the discomfort, milliseconds after it flashes across his face.

“Aaron Hotchner get your handsome butt in here and help me zip my dress! We’re gonna be late,” you exclaim, trying one last time to reach the zipper before giving up and crossing your arms in defeat. You lean back lightly against the countertop facing the door, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders, and wait for your husband to rescue you from the hell that is this dress.

At the sound of your voice, Aaron snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head lightly, as if to physically erase the intrusive thoughts, and clears his throat. Grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he flicks off the closet light and closes the door behind him.

Languidly, he meanders from the closet toward the bathroom. He drags his feet a little longer than he normally would, still feeling off and a little bit shy about his appearance.

“Aaron,” you sing, “I’m waiting for –,” your jaw drops mid-sentence when Aaron appears in the doorway.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, eyes widening at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing over to you, searching your face for any ounce of reprieve.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, standing from your leaning position to meet him, holding out your hands.

He takes them in his own, cocking his head slightly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

You shift forward, moving up on your toes to peck his soft pink lips.

He sighs into the kiss, feeling the warmth of your lips against his own. It feels so good that it almost makes him forget about how he is feeling… almost. But the dark thoughts come back, and he pulls away from you a bit, reluctantly.

Aaron clears his throat.

“You called me?” He questions, but it sounds more like a fact.

“Yeah,” you give his hands a squeeze. “I needed you to zip up my dress, but now,” you lean in again, “I kinda want you to rip it off me.” You offer him a sultry smirk, moving your hands up to rest on his broad chest. He moves his hands to settle on your hips.

You lick your lips and let your eyes rake over his body, taking in every ounce of his sexy frame. The way his crisp, white dress shirt hugs his solid body makes you go weak in the knees. His strong, toned legs in those black dress pants? Yes please. His soft black hair and salt and pepper stubble on his face are practically begging to be touched. He looks good. Damn good.

“You look…” you pause, tapping a finger lightly against his pectoral, searching for the right word, “…delicious.”

Aaron blushes lightly at your ogling, offering you a sad smile as he squeezes his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

You sense the falter in his demeanor, knowing that there’s something else nagging at him far beyond his usual flustering when you vocalize your attraction to him.

“Honey,” you implore, looping your hands around his neck to bring his forehead down to touch yours. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, swallowing, rubbing soft circles into your sides.

“It’s something,” you counter, carding a hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. You scratch lightly at his scalp, waiting for him to speak. You’ve learned that the best thing to do when Aaron gets in a mood is to give him some time to gather his thoughts. Keeping him close, physically, is a way to show him some comfort without pressuring him to speak. It encourages him, without words, that your arms are a safe place.

“I don’t…” he starts, and then stops himself. His dark eyebrows furrow and his mouth presses into a thin line.

“Mhm?” you question, fingers still tangled in his thick, black locks.

He pulls his forehead away from yours and locks eyes with you. You let your hands be still now, a silent gesture to show him that you’re listening.

He takes in a breath.

“I don’t look the way I used to,” he says quietly, shifting his eyes away from yours.

“What do you mean,” you urge him to continue.

“I mean, I don’t look like I did five years ago. Two years ago. Four months ago. I mean, I was practically a different man when we first met. I was younger, fitter…” he trails off, visibly upset.

“Yes, Aaron, you were,” you agree, keeping your tone temperate.

His eyes snap to yours, confused. It’s clear that was not what he was expecting you to say.

“You were a different man,” you continue gently, resuming your pacifying touch in his hair, “and I was a different woman.”

Aaron lets out a huff.

“Do you love me any less now than you did five years ago?” You ask him.

“Of course not,” he’s quick to answer.

“Why is that?” You prod.

“You’re gorgeous, inside and out. You’re funny, smart, loving…” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can go on.

“And,” you butt in, “if I were to go completely grey, gain thirty pounds, and only wear a potato sack to work every day would you love me any less?”

Aaron huffs again, but this time he’s fighting a smile. He’s starting to catch on. You watch as a spark of levity returns to his eyes. He holds you a little tighter.

“No. There’s nothing you could do or say to make me love you any less,” he grumbles in annoyance, but his upturned lip and matching eyebrow tell a different story.

“Ditto, baby,” you smile up at him. “I love you at any age, any day, anywhere, and there is nothing in the world that can make me change my mind.”

He dips down then, capturing you in a kiss, grinning against your lips.

You giggle as Aaron works his way down your jawline and neck, gasping as he kisses the soft skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, thick fingers gripping the sides of your hips. He moves his lips back up to your earlobe, nipping at it lightly as you let out another soft gasp.

“You always know the right thing to say,” he whispers into your ear, pressing another kiss right underneath it.

“Aaron, I know I said I wanted you to take this dress off me,” you say breathlessly as Aaron nips at your shoulder again, “but Rossi will kill us if we don’t show up tonight. Plus, I really want the chance to show off my super sexy FBI husband. It’s been far too long.”

He lets out a low groan into your skin and gives your hips a squeeze, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always,” you snort, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you turn around in his arms to let him zip you up.

He takes his time, letting his fingers brush lightly over your spine as he draws the zipper over your back. When he’s done and the clasp is latched, he kisses one shoulder lightly, and then the other.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning back against his warm body.

“No, honey,” he kisses the top of your head, “thank you.”

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By the time you and Aaron arrive at Rossi’s mansion, the party is already in full swing. Judging by the number of cars in the makeshift parking lot on his spacious front lawn, there must be at least fifty, maybe even a hundred people here.

Despite the bustle of the evening, it doesn’t take long for you two to find Emily, Penelope, and Derek in the living room, drinks in hand, snacking on some very expensive looking food.

“Hey, look! It’s the Hotchners!” Emily cheers, teetering on the arm of the leather couch, wine glass in hand.

“Hello beautiful BAU power-couple!” Penelope chimes in from the seat next to her, cuddled up into Derek’s side.

You laugh and let go of Aaron’s hand, walking over to greet your friends.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you, look at you!” Derek chimes in, eyeing you up and down before standing to shake Aaron’s hand.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes at him as you give Emily a big hug.

“And you don’t look bad yourself, boss man!” Derek adds.

You shoot your husband an ‘I told you so’ look over your shoulder, before untangling your arms from Emily and giving Penelope an equally enthusiastic squeeze.

“It’s good to see you all,” Aaron smiles lightly, all dimples in the low light. He steps in to give Emily and Penelope soft hugs.

“Let’s go get you a drink,” Derek says to Aaron, clapping him on the back.

“White?” Aaron looks to you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes please,” you respond, “thank you.”

“Be back soon,” he smiles easily, kissing your cheek, making your heart ache.

Aaron and Derek turn and exit the room together.

Penelope drunkenly pats the seat next to her, and you plop down on the couch.

“We’ve missed you like this!” Emily exclaims, gesturing between the three of you and around the room. “I can’t believe we’ve had to wait nine whole months plusanother four just to have a drink with our best friend again.”

You laugh at her, tilting your head back lightly. “Well, you guys got a beautiful little niece out of it, doesn’t that make up for all the wild girl’s nights I missed?”

Emily sighs, dramatically, “I guess so,” she jests.

“Oh, for sure.” Penelope adds. “You look freaking gorgeous, by the way. I mean, I would have never guessed you were creating a tiny human in that body only a few months ago!”

You blush lightly at her words, “You flatter me far too much, Pen. I owe this,” you gesture down at your figure, “all to Spanx!”

“Amen!” Emily toasts. You raise an imaginary glass to theirs and pretend to clink, taking a swig of invisible liquid.

“Are J.J. and Will here?” You ask them after they’ve had a few more sips of their wine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily nods, “they’re around somewhere.”

You take a moment and look around the room, taking in all the sights and the sounds of the party. You see some faces you recognize from around the bureau, but others you don’t. Just as you’re about to turn back to your friends, someone catches your eye. One face stands out from the crowd: he’s a young, suave-looking man in a sharp navy suit. Sandy hair perfectly gelled, shiny brown loafers, and bright blue eyes looking right at you. In another life you would have been exhilarated by his attention, apparent charm, and good looks, but now? Now, you’re married to the love of your life with an amazing stepson and a wonderful baby girl. His wolfish gaze means absolutely nothing to you. You simply flash him a curt smile and turn back to Emily and Penelope without a second thought.

You and your friends resume your chatter, waiting for the men to return with more drinks... only they don’t. Perhaps its “new mother anxiety” talking, but the longer your husband is gone, the more you start to grow concerned. A few more minutes pass of antics, laughter, and catching up until the nagging voice in the back of your head turns into an all-out scream. All you know is that you’re suddenly feeling very overwhelmed need to be with Aaron. So, you announce to your friends that you’re going to hunt down Derek and your husband.

You stand from the couch and smooth out the skirt of your dress with the promise to be back in a few minutes.

You walk out of the living room and into the grand foyer, following the same route as Aaron had earlier. Your black kitten heels click on the marble flooring, the skirt of your dress swishing lightly as you walk with purpose towards the kitchen. You’re so concentrated on reaching your destination that you don’t realize the man who had been watching you in the living room was now hot at your heels, following you through the house. It’s only when a hand reaches out and jerks your arm backward that you stop, startled, just past the grand staircase, turning face to face with him.

“You’re not an easy woman to get alone,” he smirks, reeking of alcohol, still gripping your arm, tight. Up close he is decidedly not as handsome as the low light of the living room made him seem. In fact, he seems… creepy. Really, really, really, creepy.

“Can I help you?” You blink at him, pulling your arm out of his vice grip.

“You sure can, baby,” he steps closer to you, voice oozing with sleaze. You gag at the liquor on his breath.

Moving away, you scowl at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“What’s say you and I head upstairs for a little while? I’m dying to get my hands on your body.” He jerks his head toward the staircase, reaching out to grab your arm again.

You’re fuming at this point, ready give him a piece of your mind when a stern voice beats you to it.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Aaron articulates, approaching you both with Derek not far behind.

You breathe a sigh of relief as your husband glares at the drunken man vengefully, coming to stand by your side. Aaron pulls you into him, roughly, hand tight around your waist. The anger radiating off your husband is equally terrifying and HOT.

“Take a walk, man,” Derek adds in, coming to stand next to the drunken asshole. The man looks from you, to Aaron, then over to Derek, and finally back at you.

“Whatever,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up, “she’s not worth it anyway. Not pretty enough for the hassle. I just thought she looked like an easy lay.”

“That’s enough,” Aaron snaps, seething. “Leave now, before I make you,” your husband growls. He angles his body forward so you’re slightly behind him. A shiver passes through you at his fierce protectiveness.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink,” the man utters.

“No,” Aaron interjects, “the party. Leave the party or I’ll have you removed.”

“What’s your problem?” The creepy man retorts, this time, more confrontationally.

“My problem?” Aaron says, angrily. You feel his entire body tense at the accusation.

“Hotch,” Derek warns, “I’ll take care of it. You guys go enjoy yourselves. Forget about him.”

“Come on, Aaron,” you tug on his suit jacket lightly, eyes pleading… but Aaron doesn’t budge from his spot. He only holds you tighter as he continues to stare down the man as Derek ushers him away and towards the front door. He doesn’t falter until they are out of sight.

“Aaron?” You repeat.

He looks down at you, finally, blinking away the fury until all that’s left is an all-consuming love. He releases you from his protective hold, and you face him.

“I’m okay,” you assure him in earnest, letting out a shaky breath.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“Aaron, it’s okay, really,” you bite your lip, shifting your eyes away from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaron kisses your forehead, and then the top of your head. “So, so beautiful, and I’m so sorry.”

“Aaron, can we just go home?” You ask.

“Sure,” he kisses your head one last time before weaving his fingers between yours and guiding you gently toward the back exit.

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The car ride home is quiet. The only sounds are the occasional click of the turn signal, and the hum of the wheels on the road. Aaron is still upset, and so are you, but you’re also… something else. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel guilty for ruining the evening, guilty that you FEEL guilty for something you had no control over, hungry, tired, and… horny? Oh, and guilty for feeling horny.

It isn’t helping that one of Aaron’s hands is planted firmly on your thigh. He lifts it only to adjust the air conditioning or to scratch his nose, but otherwise it remains on you the whole way home. When he pulls into the driveway of your shared house, and shuts the car off, he still doesn’t move it.

“Honey?” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed. You take in the strong features of his profile, noting the prominence of his nose and the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones.

“I almost punched him.” Aaron whispers, opening his eyes to look over at you sheepishly.

“You what,” you exhale, mouth slightly agape.

“That guy,” he continues, bringing his left hand up to pinch his nose. “I almost punched him for saying that about you.”

You snort, amused by his confession.

Your husband lets out a short laugh, squeezing your thigh as he does.

“I would’ve liked to see that.” You’re grinning now and so is he.

He flashes his eyes at you and laughs again, this time less anxiously. You join him, feeling the tension dissipate with every passing moment.

“My big, bad FBI man decking a barely-legal drunk dickhead for making a move on his wife? Where can I get my tickets?” You joke.

As you say the words “his wife,” Aaron’s breath hitches in his throat. His hand on your thigh presses down instinctively. Neither of his reactions go unnoticed.

You lay a hand over his where it rests on your leg.

“You know, Aaron,” you begin.

He looks over at you, jaw tight, but this time it isn’t from anger.

“This is the first time we’ve had the house all to ourselves in months,” you pull his hand off you and bring it up to your lips. You press a kiss to his palm, and then to his wrist.

“This… is true,” he breathes out, studying you, taking you in.

“So, I’m just wondering:” you grin, linking your fingers with his, “are you going to carry your wife into our house, Aaron? Or do I have to walk myself?”

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saintobio · 4 years ago

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I- ….I mean…

This how I be feeling after that chapter.

You are such an amazing writer I have to say. Like are you a magician?? The way you have my emotions flip flopping, hate emerging, then sadness, then happiness, then anger, then SADNESS. I’m about to get whiplash I swear.

Like damn I really want to hate Hoejo so bad. But that little whimpering, abandonment issues hoejo has me soft like WTF. 😭 then we she was like I won’t leave anyway… like I bet that tugged his heartstrings. Still. I’m more sad for y/n. Her suffering was so palpable this chapter. The loneliness. Feeling despondent. Ugh it gutted me. I’m glad we got a shimmer of happiness with Toji. Just like her I’ll take whatever crumbs I can get 🥺😭😭😭

Anonymous said

Okay first off I love how y/n finally stood up for herself that's amazing for her 🥺 but gojo can literally suck my ass 🖕but then I felt bad with the mom thing and then I remembered how he was thinking about fucking y/n while he was with sera so I got over it😌 and then the whole "you make it hard for me to hate you" bitch 😡😡 you make it hard for me to not want to claw out your motherfucking eye balls like bitch🤨 do you want to fight me. An when he had the audacity to be all clingy😑 just like Hayley Williams said " once a whore you're nothing more" . If he wants to make me happy he better eat her out till she's fucking crying 😫 and not because she's sad for once -🐚anon

Anonymous said

GOD CHAPTER 6 WAS SO GOOD. I LOVED COLD Y/N LIKE THE POOL SCENE WAS IMMACULATE. I LOVED IT SO MUCH SEEING GOJO KINDA ANGY THAT SHE WAS BEING THIS WAY! 😭 I love your writing sm 😞 it’s so good like I feel pain but it also makes me so happy yknow? :) THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUCH A GOOD SERIES IM SO EXCITED ( but also scared ) FOR WHAT YOU HAVE FOR US NEXT! 💕:)

Anonymous said

Wow, chp 6 had so much yet so little happen! I can feel the foreboding brewing up! That being said, that convo between (No name) and Hoejo (what a manipulative switching ass he is) has only shown they’re not making it to the end, only to be each other’s downfall. Like Gojo said he could’ve cover her expenses if needed and completely defying his father (what a bad move 🥴) she still kept that from him, who knows what else she’s hiding and willing to do behind his back. The same for Gojo still being with Y/N (like dude, that’s your wife 🤨) acting as if he’s gonna be put to death if he doesn’t engage in normal marriage things… this chapter also has given me some faith in y/n’s path, while mistakes are gonna happen, she’s starting to set boundaries with Hoejo (which’s she shouldn’t at all), getting pieces of the puzzle together and learning a lot about herself. She just need better allies and more confidence in herself, that’ll scare the unholy, unwanted duo no one asked for. I feel Gojo will see she’s more than meets the eye and actually fall for her, only to realize it’s a little too late…. Good job babe! And take of yourself 🥺🤩🥰

Anonymous said

"i shouldn't have yelled at you and i shouldn't have blamed her." *GASP* IS THAT ACCOUNTABILITY I SEE? good job sera, you're learning 😊 but i will admit if i was sera i'd feel a lil hurt. still, she needs to understand mc's situation. like others have said before she and gojo are still very selfish.

"why did you hide hat my dad gave you ten million yen?" oop 🙊 we finally learned the truth. i felt like it wasn't for bad reason.

also i'm glad mc is being more defiant and cold with gojo. but she's still too nice 😭 i can't lie tho, i'm kinda like mc in that aspect. i just find it hard to be mean even if i'm treated like shit. so i understand mc on that level. also the moments with toji are so sweet 🥲 gojo's not gonna like this at all, i feel like he's gonna throw a fit 🤔

did gojo have a crush on mc when they were kids? at first i wanted gojo to find out mc is on birth control out of spite but now i'm like "fuck he's gonna be so mad 😭" i actually feel bad for taking it but he needs to be less of a bitch. i feel like he'll think reader is taking it so she could have sex with him and not because she wants him to be more genuine and loving.

Anonymous said

That scene with Gojo and Sera together made me sick 🤢. It was traumatizing. They look so good together that they should rot in hell.

Y/n is too kind and understanding 💗 Ms.Mam should just leave Gojo's sick ass. I am so proud of her when she started distancing herself from Gojo cuz YES! THAT'S RIGHT! IGNORE THAT MF. Whatever Gojo's playing is going to bite him in the ass hard someday.

Thankyouuuu for today's update 💗 Take care, aiii ❤️ Just don't push yourself too much😽.

(u don't have to respond cuz we understand 💗)

Anonymous said

nah cause what the PHAWK 😃 all gojo has is the mf audacity!!!! my resentment towards him is starting to grow more and more oh my lord 🥲

i’m glad mc is starting to get a grip but holy crap why does gojo feel like it’s necessary to make things SO hard for her 😐. like i get it mc may be the antagonist in his story but if he just took five, LITERALLY FIVE MINUTES of his day he would know better but no 🙃.

obviously everyone has some sort of fault in this but JEEZ gojo AND SERA wanna be the victims so bad. it dead ass feels like the two of them are trying to make a competition on who’s situation is more tragic. like newsflash buddy, the world doesn’t revolve around you ‼️

i think the only thing that made this chapter feel less angsty is definitely mc and toji interactions and i really hope there’s more bc now toji really is mc’s only escape from the hell she’s going through. although i don’t believe toji and mc will be endgame i still like to think about it here and there bc i love imagining how PISSED gojo would be 😌

anyway sorry for this long bit, I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL <3333

Anonymous said

so well written as always

ngl sometimes I don't insert myself as yn just cause obviously a random author isnt going to write them like my personality. like up until now I've had zero patience for gojo and his antics. like if u wanna be w her then go tf lemme be happy w whoever ugh. but this chapter YUP YUP YUP YN WAS THAT B. IT WAS GIVING ROMAN'S REVENGE NEVER LET EM PLAY U GIRL.

but yessss i like where this is going bestie ahhhh

Anonymous said

Why am I so like Y/N?!? All of my anger and hatred towards gojo suddenly disappears because of the microscopic crumbs of affection we get from him.🤡😖

Anyway hope you are having a great day! I'm soooo excited for the next chapter

-🍣( It's me againnn!!(≧∇≦)/, I'm not sure if you did get my ask last time but yeah I'm still shy and you don't have to reply to this ask hahshs)

Anonymous said

Lowkey wanna see y/n lose it lose it. Like next time Gojo says some shit like “know your place” I lowkey want her to be like “bitch you know your place. I could legit ruin your life in a second by telling both our family’s about the affair. I AM IN CONTROL” i know she won’t cause she’s so nice and sweet but just imagine the satisfaction from seeing Gojo’s face

publishing the messages for everyone to see !! i’m sorry i no longer have the mental capacity to provide lengthy answers gahah ai’s brain is tired :(( but thank you sm for sending these through !! AND YES i do love seeing y/n finally standing up to satoru, but ofc she will do it based on her personality. she’s not gonna do a 180 and suddenly be a baddie :D she does it y/n way and honestly i think that’ll hurt satoru more

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not

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poptod · 4 years ago

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Hi you beautiful person! If you’re still taking requests then I would like to request for Ahkmenrah! Sorry if this is too long but how about y/n is a cat burglar and breaks into the museum to steal sum shit (they notice the lights on beforehand but thought that it was just the night guard). But then they notice that there’s, like, A LOT of “people” still present at the museum. They already took a few things so they go to hide in the Egypt exhibit till the coast is clear but then when they notice that the sarcophagus is wide open and the mummy isn’t there they get rly freaked out and about to leave the exhibit but run into Ahk and he’s rly confused and notices that they’re a thief and even tho he was raised to be cruel to thieves he felt rly drawn and hypnotized by y/n (it was love at first sight for him). He simps so hard that he lets them go only if they leave the stuff they tried to steal but they refuse to leave empty handed so Ahk simps again and gives them one of his pieces of jewelry to have. They’re confused but go with it then dip through the window and Ahk watches them escape into the night from the window with a dreamy look on his face. And Larry’s behind him like “wtf just happened?” Sorry again if that was too long! Please take as much time as you need if you decide to do this <3

notes: anon. ANON. i love you and i love this idea, idk why i never thought of this but i fucking adore it thank you WC: 1.6k

Grappling hooks––the fevered dream of a madman that worked only partway in theory, and not at all in practice. Still, you liked the look of them, and kept one seated on your belt while you used a more practical means of breaking and entering.

Very rarely did you ever break into buildings who still had their lights on. For this you would have to make an exception; the museum, which you had scouted out every day for two weeks, always had its' lights on. That would not deter you. American and British museums were essentially always corrupt in some way, unwilling to return the stolen artifacts of foreign countries. You kept that at the forefront of your mind, a little smidgen of motivation, as you jammed the window lock open.

The wind brushing against your dark coat vanished as you entered, sudden air conditioning bringing the temperature to a more pleasant 70 degrees. Hanging off the side of a building with no leverage but a small, outer windowsill had left your fingers numb, joints aching with built up pressure. You shook them out, clicking your pocket knife shut and stuffing it in one of your pockets.

For a minute you remained in the shadowed hallway, listening closely to the sound of footsteps, and watching carefully the shadows casted on the wall to your right. Your brow furrowed––that couldn't be right. The only person who was supposed to be in the museum was the night guard, which last you checked there was only one of them, and maybe the director. You could hear the footsteps of a whole crowd, the murmuring hum of distant conversation, and the vibrating beats of music coming through stereo speakers.

Taking a tentative step forward, you kept your hand poised over your knife just in case. As many times as you've done this, you can't recall any time that you've robbed a place while the owners were still inside.

You came to find out about two minutes later that while the owners are in fact inside, it wasn't them making the noise. Peering out behind the wall, you could see far off the balcony, into the entrance of the museum where a congregation had gathered. It's not... normal, though. None of them are wearing normal clothes. Actually, it looked more like they stole all the exhibits clothes, which would partly explain why all the exhibits were empty.

"This is not normal," you mumbled beneath your breath to yourself, mimicking Harry Potter's voice. Third movie.

You quickly retraced your steps, returning to the window you crawled into. Once more you went through the hallway, double checking everything, and picking up what valuables you could find in the vacant rooms. The Greek section payed off, as did the Chinese, but before you could move to the next era the night guard came walking down the hallway with a group of people in tow. He doesn't seem all that bothered by the fact that none of the exhibits are there, and that all of his friends are wearing the clothes of the exhibits.

And then you saw it.

A monster of entirely bone, whose teeth bared constantly in sharp, jagged lines. The backbones creaked and cracked against each other when its' neck moved, pulling its' heavy skull to watch the people with empty eye sockets.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

Where was the exit? You'd gone down two flights of stairs, up one, and down one, but you couldn't remember the order. There had to be an exit on this floor. When the group passed by you, you darted in the opposite direction, paying no attention to the artifacts as the walls blurred around you.

Your breath began to catch up with you soon, heaving your chest up and down as your legs burned. Before your body could give out on you, you slid into the next hallway, ducking behind one of the massive pillars and finally collapsing. Three minutes passed before you could breathe normally. Only then, with most of your wits back about you, did you notice the hieroglyphs your nails dug desperately into on the pillar.

More footsteps outside the long, Egyptian hallway sent you padding deeper in, till you found yourself bumping against the open glass case around a golden casket. The face, which you would've expected to be on the head, was instead cast aside as the top was open. Inside––nothing. Scraps of linen and spells written in an incomprehensible language.

"What the fuuuuck," you whispered to yourself. "What the fuuuuck..."

What the hell is going on h-

Something bumped against your back, sending you stumbling forward before you could just barely stabilize yourself. You whipped around, eyes wide as you came face to face with a man bearing an outrageously golden crown, and donned entirely in Egyptian cloth.

Entirely dumbstruck, your mouth hung open, and you said nothing as the man stared at you in the same bewilderment.

"Why do you have that?" He suddenly asked, eyes falling to the gold and lapis necklace dangling out of your bag.

You stuffed it back inside and said, "mother's."

"Yes," he chuckled, "my mother's. I was buried with that and I'd rather appreciate it if you gave it back."

The narrowing of your eyes gave away what you tried your best to keep hidden––the numerous treasures concealed in your duffel bag.

"You're robbing us, aren't you?"

You said nothing.

"Why are you stealing our belongings?"

"Why are you acting like they belong to you?" You finally replied. "They belonged to people long dead. Just because you're wearing the robes doesn't make you the Pharaoh, and – and why the fuck are you dressed in Egyptian clothes?"

"Well I was, again, buried in this. It's this or the linen and the linen reveals a little more than people would probably like. My name is Ahkmenrah," he bowed slightly, taking your gloved hand and kissing the back of it, "the Pharaoh from the sarcophagus."

"You really expect me to believe that?"

"Doesn't matter what you believe. What matters is that you return what you've stolen," he said, straightening himself out and outstretching his hand. As if you'd return what you've taken.

He waited for a good minute, and when you didn't relent, his expression grew weary.

"Do you want me to get the night guard?"

"No," you said quickly, eyes darting up in panic.

"I will let you go, free of punishment, if you return what you've taken and leave. Come back when you're not looking to steal."

"I am not leaving here empty-handed," you hissed, stepping closer to get up in his face. To your surprise (though you didn't dare show your surprise on your face) a blush began to fill his cheeks.

"I... uh.. y - oh Gods," he grumbled, shaky eyes darting all across your face but never meeting your gaze. "Fine. Fine, you – take this. If you return the other things you can take this."

He stayed rooted to the spot, but bent to pull at his skirt. At first you almost stopped him, already convinced he was about to strip down, but when he ripped at the silk your mouth hung open in silence.

"Ever learn about the history of textiles?" He asked you as he handed you the long strip of golden fabric.

You shook your head no. The cloth barely weighed anything, softer than anything you'd touched, and nearly thin enough to see through it.

"Much Egyptian and Arabic fabric is revered for the talents your people have lost to time. It's a special recipe you cannot replicate with any modern tool. This'll bring you a fortune if you find the right person," he said, cocking his head to the side as he watched you carefully. "It's gold sewn into silk."

Only a moment of thought passed before you dropped your bag, kneeling in front of the Pharaoh and pulling at the zipper. His sandals slid away from you as he gave you space, and soon you were pulling out different necklaces and combs, setting them on the floor in front of him in silence.

"I don't know where the exit is," you mumbled as you carefully pocketed the silk, moving back to your feet.

"How did you get in?"

"Through the window."

"... ah. I'll show you to one of them, then."

He snuck you around the museum, showed you how to avoid the crowds, and at each turn you memorized the path. If you ever wanted to come back for anything else, you would need to know such tactics. Soon enough he was showing you to a window a story off the ground, and though he was hesitant to allow you to leave out it, you informed him you quite adept at climbing walls.

Clambering out the window, you paused with your foot notched into a dip in the outer wall.

"Why are you helping me like this? You didn't have to do that," you asked, and though it wasn't a question you had been thinking of, there was a very sudden urge within you to have it answered. "Aren't you a Pharaoh? They hate thieves, right?"

"I.. um, well, there's... I suppose – you caught me in a good mood," he very obviously lied. You raised a single brow questioningly, but made no further attempt to pull the truth out of him.

Instead, you ducked out the window, falling quickly into the snow and rushing off into the dark of night. A moment later he heard the revving of a car, and then the squealing of tires sliding against the pavement roads. Ahk sighed softly, the tension in his chest giving way as he rested his elbow on the window's sill, his palm pushing against his blushing cheek.

"What the fuck was that about?" Larry asked from behind him. His dreamy expression immediately gave way to embarrassment.

"Nothing," he quickly insisted. "Just... being a little softhearted."

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek

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blueeyedheizer · 5 years ago

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“You’re not avoiding me, are you?” - Warren Worthington III x reader SMUT

REQUEST: okay your Billy smut was hot as shit thank you. but im soooo deprived of warren! could you do one where the reader sneaks out with the gang (jean, scott, jubilee, kurt, peter, and ororo) to go to a pool party and warren tags along cuz hes friends with ororo. But warren is nervous around the reader so he basically ignores and hides from her majority of the time. And somehow the reader and warren end up in the lil pool house on their own amnd things get steamy and kinky™…

WARNING: smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: Hi anon !!! thank you so much for requesting, I had so much fun writing this. I changed the request a little bit tho, I hope you don’t mind! Feedbacks are always appreciated xx

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"Put me down!" You laughed. "Peter I swear to god if you don't put me down now I'll—"

“You’ll what ?” Peter asked cutting you off, raising an eyebrow as he kept walking around the pool with you on his shoulder. Your eyes widened when a smirk appeared on his face and you started kicking the air, trying to wiggle off his grip

“Peter ! Put me down right now!”

“Uh ? What did you say ? You want me to put you down ?” he questioned sarcastically as he leaned towards the water and held you so close to it your hair was just touching it.

“Yes plea-”

“Alright !” Peter suddenly dropped you into the pool, earning a fit of laughter from your friends and some random people around you. Your head went under and you waved your arms forward until you were back to the surface. You pushed the wet hair out of your face and rubbed your eyes with your hands, coughing a little.

“I hate you Maximoff!”

Everyone was laughing, having fun and drinking, except Warren. You knew the boy wasn’t very talkative and was having a hard time adjusting to his new life with the other mutants, but he was slowly progressing, so you kind of expected him to make an exception and have fun with you this time. But ever since you arrived, the only person he talked to was Ororo, and he firmly refused to get into the water or even speak to to anyone else. Basically, he was playing the lifeguard, watching everyone as they were having fun.

“Hey, Y/N!” Ororo yelled, startling you out of your thoughts. “Drown him next time!” You laughed and held your thumbs up at her. She was sitting next to Warren and you couldn’t help but glance at him. But as soon as you made eye contact with him, he quickly looked away and got up, walking off towards the house. You scoffed loudly and shook your head, visibly annoyed by his behavior. You were starting to think he was avoiding you on purpose and you absolutely hated not knowing why, especially considering the fact that you had a huge crush on him.

“Seriously, what’s up with him?” you asked nobody in particular, but Jean answered anyway.

“Well…a certain someone has an effect on our bird boy.” she whispered in your ear, making you back off slightly.

“What?” you exclaimed and she smirked, rolling her eyes while doing so.

“Nothing.”

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After climbing off the pool, you grabbed your towel and used it to dry your hair and soak up as much of the dampness as you could, making your way to the bathroom. You had decided to leave a little bit earlier than everyone else, wanting to get some alone time before everyone went back to their dorm. Your lips curved into a small smile when you heard your friends’ laughter coming from the other side of the wall, but you let out a gasp when you bumped hard into whoever was walking in the opposite direction. “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you coming-” you paused as you looked up to see Warren looking down at you.You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on his chest and wings. They were absolutely breathtaking.

“It’s fine.” Warren said, and before you could say anything else he began walking away, but you were quick to grab his wrist.

“You’re not avoiding me Warren, are you?” you asked with a sweet innocent voice, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What ? No, I’m not.” Warren stuttered as you folded your arms across your chest and his eyes drifted down to your breast despite his best efforts. You were wearing a beautiful, black bikini and your nipples were clearly outlined by the thin fabric that was still dripping wet.

“Hey. Eyes up here, Worthington.” you smirked as you noticed the shade of pink that covered his cheeks. Well. Maybe Jean was right after all. He apologized quietly, making you chuckle. “So…why didn’t you party with us? We were having fun.” you asked and bit your lips as your eyes dropped on his chest again, watching it rise and fall slowly.

“This whole thing, it’s just…not my thing.” he answered an you nodded, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. You both looked down and an uncomfortable silence fell between you two until Warren broke the silence.

“I-uh, I should probably-.”

“Kiss me.” you suddenly blurted out, cutting him off. Warren’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry as he stared down at you.

“What ?’

’‘You heard me, Warren. I want you to kiss me.”

When he didn’t react, you rolled your eyes with a groan and slammed your lips against his, kissing him with fervor. You grinned between his lips as he eventually kissed back and his hands came up to cup your cheeks. You moaned softly into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him closer. You only broke the kiss temporarily to drag him into the closest room and get a little more privacy, pressing your lips back onto his as soon as you stepped inside the room, his hands travelling all over your body. You moaned and bit your lip as he started kissing down your neck playfully, gently nudging you against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful Y/N.” he mumbled against your skin and you blushed furiously. The need to hide your face was strong but instead you pulled him into another kiss and your hand moved into his hair, gripping his golden locks firmly as you needed him closer to you.

Soon enough your hand found his growing bulge and you started stroking him through the fabric of his boxers.

“Been wanting you ever since we met. Too fucking bad you were too busy ignoring me this whole time.” you muttered against his bottom lip, biting it as your fingers began to slip behind the waist band of his boxers and tugged them off his hips, exposing his erection. Warren moaned in response, lost in his own ecstasy. His lips left your mouth and traveled down to your jawline, your neck, then back on your lips.

You wrapped your hand around his length and started stroking him slowly from base to tip, letting your thumb run over it and using his precum as lube.

“Does that feel good, Angel…?” you whispered in his ear and he nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence as the nickname sent a shiver down his spine. You started stroking him faster and wrapped your arm around his neck to steady yourself.

You started grinding your hips trying to find any kind of friction and as soon as Warren took the hint, his hand found your clit making you cry out in pleasure. You threw your head back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers worked to get you to that familiar sensation you craved. As you began stroking him faster Warren stopped your movement with a hand, simultaneously stopping his own on your clit which made you whine at the lack of contact. You looked up at him with a questioning look and he swallowed hard, his green orbs piercing into yours.

“Let me take care of you.”

“Y-you sure?” you breathed and he nodded before crashing his lips against yours again, tongue fighting for dominance. You shivered when you felt his hands untie your bikini top, letting it fall to the ground. He started trailing his kisses lower: from your jawline to your collarbones down to your chest, and he sunk to his knees to press hot kisses along your inner thighs. You spread them open for him and whined as you got impatient, your breathing itching with each kiss.

“I swear to god if you don’t get your fucking head between my legs I’ll push it down for you.” you groaned and he looked up at you with a smirk, his eyes darker than usual and you swore the sight of it could’ve sent you over the edge. Then in one swift move, Warren pulled your panties down and didn’t waste any time before licking a long stripe across your folds, making a low moan escape your lips. Your legs were already shaking from trying to keep you up, your nerves threatening to let you down anytime despite Warren’s strong hands holding you in place.

You looked down at him, the sinful sight of him working on you sending you even closer to the edge. You threw your head back against the wall as he lapped at your clit mercilessly, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh Angel…please…” he moaned against your core as you cried out, gripping his hair as you held his head in place between your thighs. You let out a noise that was far too close to a scream when your orgasm hit you with full force, your hand quickly coming to cover your mouth, remembering that your friends were still somewhere outside.

“Fuck…” you whispered as Warren got up and pressed a single kiss to your lips, letting you catch your breath. He rested his hands on your hips and your arms went to encircle his neck before leaning forward and resting your forehead against his. Your features contorted into a smirk and your lips found his own again as you noticed that his erection was still rock-hard. You started kissing him slowly at first, tasting yourself on his lips, then with more passion.You eagerly pressed your body against his and cupped his jaw with one hand.

“Fuck me Warren.” you breathed and he nodded breathlessly, before capturing your lips with his own again. Instinctively you lifted one leg, wrapping it around him and he pumped himself a few times before positioning himself at your entrance.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered, his voice soft and caring, and he immediately lifted one hand to stroke your cheek.

“God, yes,” you whimpered, leaning into his touch. “Please. I want you, Angel.”

And that was eveything he needed to know. You moaned loudly as Warren pushed himself inside you, and gave you a moment to adjust to his size. Then he slowly began to move, sliding every inch of his cock into your wet core.

“Warren, fuck !” you gasped, burrying your face against his neck as he started pumping hard and fast inside you, already feeling the familiar sensation building in your stomach as he hit your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck.” he cursed against your ear. “You feel so fucking good Y/N.” he grunted and moved your leg higher on his hip, giving himself more access. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” His lips quickly attacked your neck, nibbling at your sensitive spot and it wasn’t long before you were both panting uncontrollably.

You were unable to hold your moans of pleasure when your second orgasm exploded and Warren followed closely, crying out your name as he came inside you. As you both rode the last of your orgasm, Warren slowed his motions before pulling out, kissing your forehead softly. Your legs felt like jelly and your body was still shaking from the intense pleasure as you collapsed onto his chest and wrapped your arms around him, breathing heavily. Warren wrapped one arm around you while his other hand ran through your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly. You stayed like this for a good five minutes until you pulled away and pecked the tip of his nose.

“I’m not done with you.” you whispered. “Tonight, my dorm. 10pm.” you winked at him and pecked his lips one last time before turning around and walking away with a goofy smile that never left your face.

#warren worthington x reader #warren x reader #warren worthington III #Warren worthington III x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #smut #warren worthington #blueeyedben

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hyperfixationtimego · 4 years ago

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the three wingmen of thh; Leon (chaotic), Kyoto (lawful), and Hina (neutral)

Kyoto was 100% the reason Celeste is dating Junko, it’s canon now. She is extremely involved in seating for extracurricular activities (i.e. the tea parties), and commonly puts them together. She finds putting Taka and Mondo apart...helps them?? She has no idea why but if they’re seated far from each other, they are immediately cuddling once they leave the room.

Grey-hair and Blue-hair girls are dating, no I do not take criticism (grey hair has braids I think and protects a mob guy?? and blue hair is the mastermind ig, she has black glasses apparently) - queer eye anon

oh my god yes???

Leon and Chihiro were some very powerful masterminds behind ishimondo ngl 👀 like chihiro’s brainpower combined with kuwata’s sheer strength of will?? UNSTOPPABLE those gay bitches never stood a CHANCE

although to be fair, most of their plans DID involve using a digital lock and/or utilizing alter ego to somehow force them into an empty room and keep them locked in there until they finally confessed 💛

Leon ALSO wingmans for sayaka because they’re besties who hate each other ❤️ he’s constantly cracking jokes with her about how she should just text Mukuro that she wants to fuck, or jokingly advises her to use raunchy pick-up lines on Sakura. He’s come very close once or twice to just. Blurting out “HEY MUKURO! SAKURA! SAYAKA’S GOT A HUGE FUCKING CRUSH ON Y-” only to have the idol clamp a hand over his stupid dumbass mouth <3

it’s okay because sayaka absolutely gets her revenge when she has to wingman for him and makoto (the only reason she doesn’t completely fuck up kuwata’s chances and embarrass him is because she’s besties with Makoto, too, and knows the poor guy’s ALSO got it bad. There’s a lot of Sayaka (and literally everyone else too) having to deal with some gross oblivious loveydovey pining from these fucking dorks, so she gets her fill of teasing)

And Hina wingmanning for Sakura???? Bruh okay u have no IDEA how much serotonin platonic sakuraoi gives me simply because????? Them?????? They????? Love???????? I love them???

And basically Hina’s just the right amount of empathy/sympathy and logic!! Her main, go-to piece of advice is “just talk to them!” And - surprise - trusting her on this usually leads to having fun and making good memories with the object(s) of affection !!

She’s such a sweetheart??? And like yes ofc she doesn’t have an answer for everything, because her heart is just a lil bit bigger than her brain sometimes (ok but mood tho like no shame this is both kin and projecting) but she’s trying her best!!! As she always listens to whoever needs her at that moment and gives the best advice she can - which isn’t even limited to romantic situations!!! She’s one of the go-to students for when someone’s having, like, an everyday problem or feeling stressed because she’s so non-judgemental and soothing to be around!!!

It’s Hina appreciation hours 💛

Anyway, Kyoko-

she also (unfortunately) is forced to wingman for Makoto and Leon, which means a lot of listening to naegi ramble on about how cool and nice and interesting and pretty and blah blah blah kuwata is (don’t get Kirigiri wrong, she adores Leon, but a girl can only take so much, y’know?)

and requests for Makoto to simply......TELL LEON are almost ALWAYS refused because nope no way in hell absolutely not and so she’s like great I’m gonna go bang my head against a desk because I seriously cannot take the two of you anymore

eventually she (secretly) goes and talks to Leon, without betraying Makoto’s trust or disclosing any information she feels he would not be comfortable with, does her best to subtly hint at the fact that hey. koto’s got a crush. you should fucking ask him about it before I go completely insane. Leon doesn’t fully get the hint but does go talk to Makoto, which FINALLY prompts some goddamn CONVERSATION about it thank GOD

also sorry sorry not to ramble but I just????? an idea hit me like a gd truck and I need to talk about it because I love???? I love????? I love

sometime after all this, Kyoko gets inadvertently wrapped up in co-wingmanning with Makoto for Komaru and Toko/Jill. Except. Those three have no clue about the fact that there is any wingmanning going on.

so kyoko’s like “why are we doing this”

and makoto’s like “because she’s my sister and she’s in love and I want her to be happy!!!”

“Okay but shouldn’t they work this out on their own”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!!!”

“*Sigh.* Goddamnit.”

And then Leon eventually hears about it, as well, because of course makoto’s gonna talk abt it with his boyfriend, why wouldn’t he, and anyway kuwata’s like OH?? POG??? because he and Toko and he and Jill are friends!!!! So he’s like I’ll totally help omg Fukawa and Syo are gonna STOKED

(Makoto does not comment on the fact that Toko most likely will not, in fact, be stoked by the idea of kuwata meddling in her love life, but does at least advise his dear 0-braincell partner to be careful ❤️)

okay okay sorry I’m a simp for tokomaru and syomaru on main but anyway back to kyoko and seating charts-

YEAH ON GOD???

And poor Kirigiri already has trouble comprehending how social interaction works that this kinda shit just???? Completely breaks her?????

“Why.....do people.....react different.......like I will accommodate for it but.....I do not.....understand......”

does not fucking compute

(Also shhhhh don’t let Korekiyo know that there was something about human behavior Kirigiri didn’t understand because somehow they will materialize from the shadows to go on a softly excited special interest infodump ramble/lecture that lasts hours and hours)

But yeah???? Ironically enough, she’s honestly the only person from her class who’s able to, for the most part, figure out how Celestia’s mind works, and so she’s able to use that to her advantage when setting her up with Junko!!! (The thing with Celeste was that it sort of became a case to Kyoko!! Celeste was so Obviously different in her behavior and mannerisms than everyone else that Kirigiri basically ended up treating learning about her the same way she would treat trying to solve a crime or something similar!!)

For ishimondo she chalks it up to “absence makes the heart grow fonder???” she guesses????? seriously she has No Clue

also she doesn’t pick up on it but they DO give each other pining puppy dog eyes from across the room the whole goddamn time like they’re just [y e a r n]

And OKAY ANON???? HEY ANON????? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE FUCKING GALAXY BRAIN JUICE???? HELLO???????

I. how is it possible to not know the games and yet,,,,,,,conjure up a concept so incredible????? Pekomugi,,,,,,,,,my g o d

Ok ok ok ok ok hold on hold on lemme gather my thoughts because holy fuck

FIRST OF ALL, Tsumugi is a GIANT nerd, so the thought of having a SWORD GF???? A GIRLFRIEND WHO IS A SWORDSMAN???? HOLY FUCK?????? she can live out her wildest samurai anime fantasies,,,,,,,because she quite literally has a swordswoman girlfriend who would protect her with her sword oh my g o d

SECOND OF ALL, Tsumugi also????? fucking loves sitting in on Peko’s training sessions to watch her beautiful incredible wonderful darling partner spar??? and use badass techniques and strategies???? Literally Tsumugi is always blown away??

and she ALWAYS comes and barrels into Peko to give her a gigantic hug and shower her with kisses once training’s over!!!! And Peko doesn’t understand because

“I am hot and sweaty. I am currently very gross, why are you kissing me,”

“No!!! You’re stunning and perfect and charming!!!! You make me swoon!!! Oh, dear knight, hold me in your sweet embrace....”

meanwhile peko’s just like babe pls let me go take a shower

and okay final thing I promise, but....Peko is absolutely astonished by Tsumugi’s cosplay abilities???? Like with a lot of her works, Peko can hardly even believe that that’s her gd girlfriend????? Like sweet JESUS her datemate is damn good at makeup and disguising herself and whatnot

“cosplay is an art and you have perfected it,” like catch tsumugi fuckinf crying

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princesskokichi · 5 years ago

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kokichi’s birthday with is s/o

I PRAY YOU WERE READING FOR READING BECAUSE UHM 3K WORDS BABIIEE :D i got excited i’m so sorry

i found myself at 2k before i knew it and tried not to drag on for too long, but as you can see, that didn’t happen. so now there’s just this really long post about kokichi’s birthday and i’m kind of in love with it ngl

i don’t think i necessarily did the request either, i think i did a lot more omg i hope that’s alright with you kokichi simp anon

also he is slightly aged up here !! by three to five years at least.

his personality is a lot more chill here because he’s not in a killing game which stretches his lying habit to an extreme to keep him afloat in his lies

in this he’s just kind of a slightly rude mouthed tsundere boy ?? and i vibe heavily with older kokichi - mod kokichi

- his birthday this year was such a treat

- honest to god he will likely never forget this birthday for as long as he lives

- and the weirdest thing is that ??? not much even happened that day

- but at the same time it was like everything was happening

- you typically go all out on his birthday by planning elaborate surprises later in the afternoon to blow him away

- and it works every time

- but this birthday was a little different, and a lot more subtle

- he woke up with you right beside him in bed, sleeping peacefully with your arm lazily wrapped around his waist like you two normally slept

- you were so stunning, even when wearing his faded old tee from a band he used to like and your mouth slightly opened with a bit of drool

- he was tempted not to move because he knew you would halfway wake up

- and he just knew that once you woke up and remembered his birthday, you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep and would insist on waking up with him

- he did find it a little odd that you were asleep still though

- usually, when something exciting is happening, you have trouble falling asleep and become a very light sleeper

- so for you to be as deep asleep as you were, it was certainly uncommon

- even though it was his birthday and his inner child wanted the attention on him immediately, he let you sleep

- very VERY carefully, he slid off and away from the bed

- trying really hard to step lightly so the floorboards didn't creak under his feet

- he left you in the bed while he went to brush his teeth and start his morning doing whatever he wanted

- it wasn't often he had a morning to himself, since you usually woke up before him

- he really didn't know what to do without you to fill his morning with your horrible morning breath and low voice as you mumbled

- so he opted for walking around the house, inevitably going into the kitchen

- and then he saw it

- a very tiny but elaborately designed cake, with his birthday and name written in your handwriting when you tried to write fancily

- his heart swelled a little inside as he walked up to it and read the card you'd made for him out of really nice looking origami paper

- " happy birthday baby! i hope today is the best birthday ever. i don't have a lot planned, but i still want to make it super special for you. you deserve the entire world, and i know one day you'll get it because the king always gets what he wants ! i love you so much kokichi, and thank you for being my crazy perfect little boyfriend. -s / o "

- you'd drawn a chibi of him and you together snuggling on the side with flower crowns

- ah, flower crowns were something that you taught him how to make on your third date together

- he hugged the card to his chest, holding onto as if it were his lifeline

- he noticed a yellow sticky note hidden poorly behind the cake, picking it up

- " p.s. don't think i've forgotten about your gift ! you have to find it tho, its somewhere in this house. your hint is that we had our first kiss there. that was so hella awkward, wasn't it ? But to be honest, i couldn't stop thinking about it for days,, - s / o "

- he just stood there for a moment, trying to think about that day

- he had taken you to his apartment because you had tripped and hurt yourself at the park

- you looked just as beautiful back then as you did now,,

- you had teared up slightly because there was a lot of blood, even though the cut itself wasn't that bad

- after he had you bandaged up on the couch in the living room, you and him decided you would spend dinner together

- when it was time to leave, you sat on the couch, while he was joking around and standing on the table next to it so he could be tall

- he had warned you beforehand that if you didn't move, he was going to jump and kiss you

- you took his bluff and didn't budge

- he freefalled, letting gravity hit you with the reality that he wasn't lying

- yeah, right there on the couch while you were sitting, he kissed you for the first time

- out of shock, you had disconnected the kiss and leaned back, surprised and touching your bottom lip

- kokichi remembered being able to see the cogs in your head turning as you sat there and stared at him for longer than a minute

- and then you'd grabbed his jacket, pulling him close to you and reinitiating the kiss

- did your actions that night make god frown ?

- yeah, probably

- but, even now, when thinking about he couldn't help but get a little red in the face thinking about it

- you'd only ever been that bold a few times in this relationship

- and each time was because he either teased you relentlessly over stupid, romantic stuff

-or it was a new point in the relationship that you were more than ready to reach

- s / o : " ah, mornin' baby, how do you like ? "

you scratched the back of your head lazily, more than a little content to rest your head on his shoulder, no matter how far down you had to bend to reach it

- wrapping your arms around his torso, you smiled a little at the sticky note in his hand

- s / o : " i totally forgot i did that. "

- kokichi : " you've done a lot of lame things that sound like they come out of a bad romance movie, but this is probably one of the most cheesy things you've ever done. "

- s / o : " do you like it ? "

- kokichi : " yes. yes i do. but you're going to have to do better than this because i already figured out the first hint. "

- s / o : " what is it ? "

- kokichi : " the couch, duh. you had been so horny like woah close your legs we'd only been dating for about four months. "

- s / o : " i was horny for love, not sex. there's a difference. it wasn't my legs that i opened, it was my heart, dumdum. "

- kokichi : " PLEASE DON'T CALL ME DUMDUM YOU KNOW IT MAKES ME CRY - "

- you let go of him, laughing softly

- s / o : " once you find your present, i'll let you have a bite of cake. "

- kokichi : " a bite ? what's going to happen to the rest ? "

- s / o : " i baked it so it's mine, duhh. "

- you flicked his forehead, to which he lowkey cutely flinched back and put his hand over where you hit

- kokichi : " you're on my nerves today, you know that ? "

- s / o : " well, someone's gotta annoy the annoying one. "

- FUCK HE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU -

- kokichi : " i'm just going to finish this quickly so i ruin your plan of keeping me busy all day. "

- s / o : " since you're so smart, i dare you to try to find it in twenty minutes or less "

- you set a timer, and watched as he scrambled to find all of the clues to find the last hiding spot

- yeah, it would have been easier for him to just search the entire house, but then what's the fun if you can't play the game ?

- he decided to indulge you

- he was having fun lmao

- after he went to the couch, he found the sticky note that asked him where they got caught having a,, moment,,, by your parents

- " heyy, kokichi !! remember that time wE were making out and my parents walked in because they were visiting ? i hated it !! do you remember where that happened ? i do !! - s / o "

- against the refrigerator, of course

- he passed you in the kitchen

- you were sitting at the table, just watching him with such amusement

- s / o : " you're always throwing me for games. now i understand how it feels to be in your shoes. "

- kokichi : " oh haha, you suck at being me. "

- s / o : " do i ? then why is there only ten minutes left for you to find your gift ? "

- kokichi : " no way. "

- s / o : " yeah, seriously. you're horrible at this game. "

- kokichi ignored you, checking the refrigerator for another note

- didn't see a sticky note on the front, but the moment he opened it, a bright yellow sticky note glared at him

- " kokichi !! Do you remember when you gave me the promise rings ? it was such an out of character thing for you to do, i was wondering if there was something wrong with it at first and was hesitant to put it on. and now i sleep with it on. ahh, it feels like we're already married, doesn't it ? - s / o "

- kokichi looked back at you as you sipped on your morning drink

- s / o : " gosh, kokichi, i just wanna say that you are the cutest person in existence, so thank you for that. "

- kokichi : " uh-huh. now tell me where the next clue is. "

- s / o : " you're just so,, ugh ! i love how much of a snuggle bug you are. "

- kokichi : " you're not helping your case. i may just sit here and listen to you being cringy. "

- s / o : " do you think me telling the truth embarrasses me ? pitiful. "

- kokichi : " no wait go back to complimenting me. "

- s / o : " aaah, you're so cute !! and thoughtful in your own way. very unique too. the perfect mix of stupid and reasonable. "

- kokichi : " the compliments are starting to get really backhanded. "

- you both stood there for a second, staring at each other and giggling under your breath

- he leaned over quickly and kissed your cheek, escaping fast

- but not fast enough

- you caught him by the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him back into your space, kissing your boyfriend on the lips

- when he pulled away to breathe, he looked completely disheveled, and all he wanted now was to stay in your space

- s / o : " go on, find the gift. "

- kokichi : " no. "

- s / o : " then you'll just randomly find in in the coming week ? "

- kokichi : " yeah, pretty much. i'm boooorrrreedd, so do something to entertain me. "

- your arms were pleasantly resting on his hips, holding him in place as he watched you smile

- s / o : " no ! go find the gift. "

- you leaned into him, giving him another kiss on the lips, but this one was a peck and didn't last nearly as long

- kokichi whined. and he whined LOUDLY, but you were unmoveable in your resolve

- so eventually he had to give up and follow through with your plans

- kokichi : " oh, what's the time ? "

- s / o : " you still have eleven minutes left. "

- kokichi : " that's not possible. "

- s / o : " it is if you're a liar. "

- you did his little pose where he puts his finger over his mouth like " shh " and laughed, watching your boyfriend go from totally in love to Hella Annoyed in a matter of moments

- he headed into the bathroom where he had " proposed " to you with those promise rings

- you had been in the shower, ironically humming the tune to " say you won't let go " by james arthur

- so what's the best thing to do in this situation ?

- scare the crap out of you by singing with you and then pretend to propose, of course !! :D

- the plan worked perfectly, you had been successfully scared the crap out of and hella surprised

- you had admitted to him that you knew he wouldn't propose yet, but that the rings were an incredibly sweet gesture, even if they're presented in a comical manner

- you two both wear them every day as if they were real marriage rings

- at first it bothered him that he even had this idea, because it was such an,, adult step in the relationship

- but, as he thought about it, he realized that he was actually getting older. that these kind of things are,, normal of adults, right ?

- plus, he did want to marry you one day

- he really REALLY thought you were the one for him

- turns out, yeah, they are

- on the backside of the curtains, there was the final sticky note, which had nothing more than a heart on it

- after searching the bathroom up and down, he came back to you with his eyebrows knitted together

- kokichi : " unless toothpaste is the present, then i don't think you finished the game. "

- s / o : " yes i did, i gave you all of the hints you need. promise. "

- he stared at the notes in his hands, wondering what kind of stupid you were to think that they were finished

- and then he saw it, staring him right in the face

- B E D

- he gave you that smug look of " i know what you did, but i figured it out "

- and rushed to the bedroom

- but before he could get in, the bell rang on your timer

- s / o : " you didn't make it to the time love, i'm sorry about that hehe. but go. go find it. "

- kokichi looked through the bed, just to find a small box on your side of the bed

- he opened it to see a little pendant with both of your names in japanese and birthstones on a small silver chain

- it was dainty, and cute

- wow he was in love with it, and he didn't even really like necklaces that much

- s / o : " i know you once told me you didn't like necklaces that much, but it was either that or get something a stereotypical guy likes

- kokichi : " i think this is perfect, s / o. and you're right, i don't like necklaces, but fuck guy-things, that stuff is always weird. "

- after you put the necklace on him, he smiled gratefully

- s / o : " so, cake ? "

- kokichi stopped in his place, debating on it heavily, but opted to tackle you down onto the bed

- he wrapped his arms around you, not planning to let you go anytime soon

- kokichi : " not to be gross or anything but cuddles sound much better than cake. cake is for losers. "

- he did, indeed, have a piece of cake later into the day

- before that, you two ended up taking a nap together like that on the bed

- you were more than content to cradle your boyfriend and whisper soft, gentle words

- he genuinely sucks at staying still while cuddling, so he tries to fill up time before he got sleepy

- he would talk to you about whatever popped up into his mind

- which was usually how the world domination plan is definitely going exactly how he plans it

- starting with winning your heart, and then winning the worlds' hearts

- or kissing everywhere from your neck to your bellybutton

- just anywhere he could get his hands on, he would kiss you

- at the end of the day, this was his favorite birthday

- just spending time with the one he loves most and having them love him back in reciprocation

- you always made sure he was well cared for, but this was overdoing yourself

- he wanted to thank you, but didn't really know how to do so

- luckily, you understand him better than he thinks you do

- and you know that look on his face when his eyes are half-closed

- and he's got a smile on his face that he doesn't even realize he has

- that he's happy, even if he doesn't explicitly say it out loud to you

- you let him snuggle into your chest, hoping he could hear your heart

- his eyes began to get heavy, and as he listened to your gentle voice sway him into sleeping

- he really started to think about things, albeit in a half-asleep manner

- he'd grown up, and has since stopped lying as much just for a joke

- he wasn't exactly going to give up his boyish charms no matter how old he is by any means

- partly because he was so damn short it would seem weird to people if he didn't act like what he looked like

- but he was learning how to act like his age

- because he's growing emotionally as well as physically

- he's getting better at trusting people, and letting them know the true kokichi instead of a lie he fabricated to feel better behind a mask

- kokichi is learning that there are people out there that genuinely like to talk to him and want to be around him

- like you, his perfect partner,

- his partner that he plans to hold like this till death do them part, his angel, and saving grace,

- and the person whom he loves no matter how old he gets.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma #happy birthday kokichi #killing harmony #danganronpa imagines #i'm in love with you #please stay safe #you are precious #mod kokichi #i am simp

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Forbidden (Wanda Maximoff x Stark! Reader)

Request by Anon: can you do wanda maximoff x starkdaughter!reader wherein wanda and reader secretly dating and then tony figured out that they were dating so he ask vision to get in the way of wanda and reader's relationship resulting for reader and wanda to break up. Then later reader found out about Tony's plans and just confront him you can decide on the ending tho wether reader and wanda gets back together or they will be together hihi i luv the bucky trap just sayin'

A/N: Ahhhh I’ve had such a busy week! I’m still going through requests, but feel free to send more! I’ll post more soon. I really enjoyed writing this one tbh so I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Some angst

Warnings: Some cursing and jealousy

Word Count: 4.4k

It was a cold winter day at the Avengers Headquarters when you decided to visit your father’s latest real estate acquisition. It was meant to be a short visit to see if you wanted to work with your father after all. Ever since Sokovia you had found him to be rather antsy, keeping his phone calls short as if he was hiding something. Apparently one of those somethings was losing his good friend Bruce Banner, whose alter ego flew him to space.

You treaded lightly as you looked up at your father, who was looking ahead with his hands behind his back. “So, uh, Cap is in charge around here. He runs all of the physical stuff, I pay for it.”

“So, did you finally give up the suit and elope with Pepper then?” You knew it was hard for him to detract himself from his occupation.

“No, not exactly...I’m kind of on a break from the super hero thing, but still keeping it subtle. We have some new recruits though...I may have helped create one of them.”

“You created one of them? Oh my god do I have a half-sibling? Why do they get to join the Avengers and I don’t?’

“No, not biologically. It’s complicated, his name is Vision. Cap will introduce him and the others to you, while I am going to meet Pepper for lunch.” Tony said as he placed a hand on your arm and gave a quick peck on your cheek before hurrying off.

“Okay bye then.” you muttered before turning to walk straight ahead. Typical how he just brushed over the surfaces and was whisked away by a distraction.

You had been walking for a while until you realized Steve probably wasn’t even here. If he was he was probably occupied. You had not checked the time when you had snuck into a room and flopped onto the bed, not bothering to check whose room it was. Did it matter? Your dad owned all of it anyway.

When Wanda came home from a mission, she didn’t expect to a see a young girl her age lying in her bed. She didn’t alarm F.R.I.D.A.Y. figuring that she could handle the intruder herself. Red whisps started forming at her fingers as she approached the figure, circling around her bed. She studied you attentively, observing how your hair framed your face. Any other situation she would have admired your features in peace.

You twisted, waking from your sleep as soon as you heard foot steps nearing the bed. You let out a sigh and opened your eyes to see a beautiful brunette dressed in red with red whisps forming around her fingers. Your eyes widened as you shot up, your hair a mess and your eyes still heavy. You tried to search for words but none came as you stared at her, not knowing what exactly to do. You gave a nervous smile before saying softly, “Hi.”

“Who are you and why are you in my room?” Wanda hissed as she approached you, the whisps growing stronger and forming into a ball.

“Me? Oh I’m Y/N Stark, daughter of the famous billionaire. I just got tired and I went to the closest room that I could find...And now the longer I keep talking the more I feel like this totally sounds crazy and you have no reason to believe me...Please don’t hurt me.” She raised her hand as soon as you finished talking and you closed your eyes preparing for pain. But instead you calmed down as soon as the red whisp circled around you. You opened your eyes to see Wanda looking at you intently.

“My name is Wanda Maximoff, I’m an Avenger.” she said softly as she sat down next to you. She knew it was wrong to talk to the daughter of the man she used to hate, but there wasn’t anyone her age around here. She was used to having someone around with Pietro, and she figured it wouldn’t hurt to talk to someone her age.

What started out as a conversation in Wanda’s room ended up turning into something more. You had texted Wanda nearly everyday, at first starting out as friendly. Your father would be okay with friends. But then with one conversation on the phone you decided it would be best to move to New York after all. It was easier to be with her, rather than filtering yourself on your phone. Tony would never admit it, but he was constantly auditing your phone.

It had been two months since your first encounter with Wanda, and today was your first day in your new home. You were walking away from the headquarters, pulling your coat closer to you as the wind stung your face. Your father was out and the only ones there were Clint, Vision, Steve, and Wanda. You had walked well into the forest until you saw the brunette.

The Sokovian turned to look at you a smile gracing her face, “It took you long enough. What’s wrong?” You had seen her when you had gotten there and you didn’t even glance at her when you slipped her a note to meet you here.

You were at a lost for words, not knowing how to communicate. How could you say it? How could you say that were scared of your feelings. Scared that maybe she didn’t feel the same. Scared that of your family’s curse of turbulence. And yet at that moment Wanda picked up on your emotions. She stepped forward to grabs your hands and said softly, “Y/N…” She wanted to rid you of your fears, and yet even she was afraid. She was afraid of what Tony would think, of losing the only friend she had, of losing her new family.

You took in a deep breath as you looked into her eyes before moving forward and pressing your lips against her. Suddenly Wanda’s soft hands moved from yours and went to cup your cheek. The two of you kissed passionately until you finally pulled away, breathless, “Wanda…”

Wanda sniffled before saying, “I know, your father will never approve. But you make me happy Y/N.” She already knew your doubts and concerns, and she couldn’t help but share them. She wasn’t Tony’s favorite person afterall.

“You make me feel so loved, and you’re sensational,” you said softly with a smile, “We’ll keep it lowkey, and on day we’ll run away together.” True, it was a hopeful dream. When you’re the daughter of the most famous men at the moment it was hard to keep a low profile. And you knew Wanda felt the need to honor Pietro’s memory by fighting alongside the Avengers for the good of the world.

---------

Months had past since your first romantic encounter, and the two of you waltzed along in the shadows. Stolen kisses, previously unspoken thoughts and feelings were exchanged in the woods, while the two of you acted more like friends in the facility.

Everything was fine, except for the constant yearning of being public, until one night in spring. You were sitting at the dinner table, your father across from you while Steve sat at your left and Wanda sat your right. Your father sat in between Natasha and Vision. Sam and Rhodey were having their own conversation to the side, while Natasha kept her gaze on the two of you. The only people who knew about you and Wanda were Clint, Steve, and Natasha. Clint knew because Wanda confided in him, Steve knew because the two of you needed to shut him before he pressed too far, and Natasha knew because she could read the both of you.

You kept your eyes on your food, trying not to glance over at Wanda and seem suspicious. Meanwhile, Wanda was a master of getting the most of the shadows. While one hand was twiddling her fork the other slowly snuck to your leg, nudging it ever so softly. You glanced up at her to be smiling over at Vision, as he fumbled for his words while he was complimenting her.

Tony chewed on his steak before he started, “So, Captain, how is my progeny holding up? You’re not bullying her with boring paperwork, are you?” He said as he shot you a wink. He had not seen you in a while, when he did see you it was only for a few minutes. Most of your interactions were on the phone, which was fine.

Steve shrugged, “She’s doing fine, she seems to be really enjoying it here.” At that moment Wanda’s hand traced over your leg teasingly, causing you to get goosebumps at the motion. She had the lightest hands, and you couldn’t help but to adore them.

Wanda smiled as she continued to eat her food while you tried to keep eyecontact with your father. You gave him a smile and said, “So how’s Pepper?”

Tony flinched at this before he said, “She’s fine. We’re fine.” He would tell you later on how the two of them were having struggles that ended up leading to a break. He would have told you sooner, but he would of rathered talk to you about it in person.

The table was filled with awkward silence, as most were eating, and others were just staring at their plate. It was Vision who said next with a smile, “So who’s your favorite Avenger?”

Tony chuckled at this, “I mean, obviously it’s her dad, right?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, she’s spent so much time with us she might have a new one.” Natasha glanced over at you, as you made brief eyecontact with her and said with a smile, “Hmmm...Honestly I think Hawkeye is pretty cool.” That earned laughs from the table, even Steve and Wanda were chuckling.

“Thank God he isn’t here to hear that. We would never hear the end of it.” Sam chuckled.

Admist the laughs Wanda’s hand came to rest on the inside of your thigh, tracing shapes with her thumb and index finger. You couldn’t help but blush at this, stealing a glance from the woman next to you.

While Tony was laughing he couldn’t help but to see the look you gave Wanda, and suddenly he couldn’t help but wonder if you were hiding something. Thousands of thoughts raced in his mind, ranging between anger, confusion, and sadness. He tried to push his suspicions behind until you decided to retire, except it was an hour earlier than he knew you would. He stayed put as thirty minutes later Wanda excused herself for her nightly walk. Tony wasn’t dumb, he wasn’t going to panic in front of the other Avengers yet. He covered his thoughts with a drinks and smart comments before announcing it was best to rest too.

It was then that he walked along the greenery beside the facility until he saw the glow of a lantern light. He walked along the shadows and hid behind a tree as a he stole a glimpse from afar of you in Wanda’s arms, kissing her while she lay on top of the green forest floor.

It could have been anyone else, he swore. You could have chosen a man older than you, or a poor woman your age. But he could not approve of the Sokovian. She messed with his brain, she helped Ultron, he was pretty sure she was with HYDRA at one point, she let the Hulk out in Johannesburg. There were plenty of things Tony could not stand about her, but he was more bothered by the notion of her using you to get to him. She knew how much he feared losing you, he knew how much she hated him in the past. He wasn’t going to let you fall for the witch’s ulterior motives.

He allied himself with the only other personhe could rely on: Vision. Vision was the only who knew he knew, and he found himself talking to Stark alone in the kitchen.

“Vision I need you to do me a big favor.”

“What is it Mr. Stark?”

“I need you to find a way to break up Wanda and Y/N.” There were plenty of flaws Vision saw with this, but he understood Tony more than anyone. There was also part of him that yearned to be treated as a human and Wanda seemed to be the only one who saw him as whole. So Vision found ways to distract Wanda from you, causing a rift to form between the two of you.

In one instance, you were stood up by Wanda as you waited in the woods for three hours while she was training with Vision.

In another, Vision tried to flirt to Wanda in front of you. Now, he was a bad flirt, but nevertheless you were mad at Wanda for not shutting him down.

Wanda had caught on to your jealousy, but she chose to ignore it. She tried to reassure you that you were more than enough but alas you couldn’t help but feel paranoid.

The last straw had been when the two of you had been her room. Sure, it was platonic to just have a girls talk behind close doors. It was a week before she was going to go to Lagos with Sam, Natasha, and Steve. Her arm was lying lazily around your waist as you laid on your side.

You let out a content sigh as you muttered, “What are you going to do after all of this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean after all this Avengers stuff?”

In all honesty Wanda was afraid of that question because she just didn’t know. She said sharply, “This isn’t just stuff Y/N, these are our jobs. Not all of us are fortunate enough to have a wealthy father and just be an intern here.”

You flinched at this. You couldn’t do anything to change who your father was, and you loved him despite his flaws. “Just be an intern? Wanda, I sort out your paperwork. Saving the world is more than just wrecking the place and leaving. It involves litigation, insurance, international affairs.” Sure, it was boring, but you were proud of it because it was something you were good out.

Wanda was taken back by this. Wrecking the place? If she had the choice Sokovia would still be in tact and not ruined. She waved it off and said, “Anyway, I was talking Vision,” she noticed who you rolled your eyes at this and she fought off a scoff, “And he was saying how his emotions are starting to develop. I just feel really connected to him and he thinks it has something to do with the stone in his head…” You started to drown her out as you stared ahead. Why would you care about Vision? And speak of the devil, the red android phased through the wall earning a yelp from you as you rolled off your bed.

“Miss Stark...Wanda.” Vision said politely as he floated about, peering at your form curiously.

“Vis...What did I say about this kind of stuff?” Wanda said softly as looked over her bed to look at your frustrated expression.

Vis? You raised an eyebrow as you looked between the two of them. Also, how come your address was more formal than Wanda? Suspicion crossed your mind as you stayed quiet, drowning out Wanda and Vision as they were talking, barely acknowledging you. “Vision, leave.” you snapped sharply as you glared up at him. Vision looked to Wanda who motioned for him to leave as she let out a frustrated sigh, “Y/N.”

You stood up and said softly, “You know, I think my dad would be happy for you two.”

“Y/N.” she said firmly as she stood up to meet your eyes.

“No I get it, it’s selfish for both of us to think that we can keep this up in the shadows. I mean, he’d never approve. And you won’t just run away.”

“It isn’t that simple Y/N, there are lives at stake.” Wanda pleaded.

“You’re starting to sound like him, I mean that’s how it starts after all. That’s why Pepper and him are on a break. There will always be a bad guy, and just when you think that the person you love is at peace, they just get up and leave. Because no one else could finish the job.”

“I owe it to Pietro, my parents, Sokovia Y/N. I can’t take these powers back, I don’t know how to live outside of all that has happened.”

“It’s just the same bull. You owe it to the dead until you die. That’s what happens when your heroism is built on that. And the more I think about it, I can’t do it. I can’t worry about my dad’s old JARVIS flirting with you, I can’t worry about losing my only family and my only love. I can’t do this Wanda, and you know it. I may want a boring life, but at least it is one.” you said shakily as tears started to form in your eyes. You were selfish, you couldn’t help it. It ran in the family. You knew you dealt low blows, but you had to go before things got ugly.

“So you’re breaking up with me?” Wanda scoffed as her eyes scanned your face. She stepped towards you and you stepped back, not bringing yourself to look at her in the eyes.

“I guess I am.” you said softly. Wanda stepped towards you again and before you could step back she grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. You savored the moment, salt from your tears mixing with the sweetness of her lips before you pulled away. You sniffled before turning away, “I’ll see you later Maximoff.”

Wanda let you go, fighting the urge to pull you back as she watched you walk out of the door. As soon as you closed the door behind you she sobbed into her bed, ignoring Vision as he phased through again, laying his hand awkwardly on her shoulder.

You sped past the wandering eyes, ignoring Natasha’s questioning and Steve’s concerned gaze as you went downstairs to find your father. He didn’t say a word as you ran to him, not questioning why he was there as you sobbed into his shoulder. You were grateful he didn’t ask why at that moment, figuring that he understood, but you would find out later he fully understood what had happened.

When you heard the news about Lagos, you were on board with your father. It had been a week since the break up and you still had not talked about it, but you were there next to him as you watched the news unfold. You yearned to be with Wanda, to comfort her and give her some solace.

You were reading over the Accords with your father as Happy drove to the Avengers facility. You read through the paperwork as you said, “What are they going to do about Wanda?”

He was afraid you were going to ask that. He sighed, “It’s pretty bad Y/N. I mean we need to be held accountable. I think best possible case scenario she gets house arrest.”

“Best case? God dad, she’s my age!”

“Funny how that works out.” Tony muttered. You didn’t have time to respond as the car came to a halt and Tony walked out to meet the Avengers inside.

That day Wanda didn’t want to talk to you, she didn’t want to deal with any more pain as she sat in her room, looking at the tv screen. Natasha and Steve had advised you it was best not to approach her, and so you didn’t it. As tensions grew you stood by your father, thinking that what he was doing was right, and then he decided to take a teenager to fight at an airport against Steve and Wanda. Maybe you should have called him out earlier, but there your father was, bruised as he stood next to you, looking out the window.

Little did he know that you had overheard him and Vision talking as you were about to go see Rhodey. And what they had exchanged disturbed you.

“What happened out there?”

“I became momentarily distracted.”

“I didn’t think that was possible.”

“...You know, when I said break up Y/N and Wanda I didn’t mean fall in love with the witch.”

“I think your command exceeded my expectations as well...I have found in some way that Wanda and I are connected.”

You stopped yourself from listening anymore, rounding the corner to walk away in your anger. Your father had betrayed you. He was the one who caused you all this pain.

And there you were, staring out the window while you unsuspecting father stood next to you.

“Natasha left.”

“Her heart wasn’t in it. It’s not her job to tear people apart.” you said sharply as you glared up at him. Tony gulped and said carefully, “Look, we managed to lock some people up...Sam, Wanda, Clint...this guy named Scott.”

“What the hell Dad? Clint has a family!”

“Yeah well he should have thought about that and stayed in retirement.”

“Cut the crap dad, we both know you’re not so innocent.” you hissed as you locked eyes with your father. At one point you admired the man before you. Now, he was the cause of all your pain and more. How could he?

“Alright..why don’t you tell me what’s really up?” he said softly as he put a hand on your shoulder, which you shook off.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know...I know you sent Vision to try and break Wanda and I up.” you hissed as you clenched your fists, tears forming in your eyes. Why couldn’t your father be happy that you had found someone to love? How could he even live with himself like this.

Tony tried to find the right answer but there wasn’t one. A guilty look spread across his face as he said, “Y/N, I know it was wrong, but she’s dangerous.”

“Iron Man isn’t kid friendly either.” you snapped as you stepped away from him.

“How do you know she wasn’t using you to get to me?”

“If you got to know her maybe you’d learn that she didn’t hold a grudge against you 24/7.”

“I did what I had to do as a father to keep you safe.”

“Even if that meant breaking my heart?” you murmured, looking at him in bewilderment. You couldn’t do this. You started walking away, hoping to catch Natasha as she was leaving.

“Y/N---”

“Don’t come after me.” And with that you left the man in solitude.

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A week later you were sitting on a bench in Prague, breathing in the warm summer air as the sun set before you, causing the sky to have a red-orange hue. Natasha had left you here, deciding it was better for you to be safe alone than running around with fugitives. You had not contacted your father yet, still angered by him. One day you would forgive him, but he knew he was far from that. He decided it was best for your safety not to know your whereabouts, for if he knew Ross would know, and technically you were aiding fugitives.

Natasha had told you that Bucky Barnes, one of the men who fought Tony, killed your grandmother and grandfather when he was brainwashed. You weren’t angry at the soldier, you were angry at Natasha and Steve, because they knew. In that moment, you felt some sympathy for your father. And so she left you in peace in Europe, with cash and fake identifcation.

You didn’t turn around when a figure came to sit by you. Instead, your eyes were focused on the City of a Hundred Spires and the beautiful sky before you. You were stuck in your desolation, having lost trust in your father, the world you knew, your friends that you thought you could trust, and the love of your life. Here you were, in a foreign country with a fake name and a new life.

Wanda watched you as she approached to sit down. She saw the sadness in your face, how your lips were quivering and how your eyes had been puffy. She slowly sat down, watching the hues of the sunlight reflect along your eyes. Despite how you left things, she still loved you and she didn’t want to see you like this. Sighing she said softly, “Penny for your thoughts?”

You gasped as soon as you recognized the thick accent. Sure enough, Wanda was there next to, looking at you tiredly. Were you hallucinating? “Wanda?” you said softly as you stood up, looking down at her. She was civilian clothes, her hair lighter than before.

“In the flesh.” she said with an awkward smile. Suddenly you knelt down before her, unable to hold back your sobs. You were so cruel before, acting like a typical Stark.

“I’m so sorry, I should have never have said what I said. I was just scared of losing you, and I never felt this way about anyone.” you cried before her.

Wanda looked down at you, her hand reaching to cup your face. She shushed you as she pulled you up with her to stand, looking around in hopes that you weren’t causing a scene. “I’m here now.” she said softly as she cupped your face. You were mess, but you were her mess. In all of the pain that she had suffered in her life, all of the loss, all of the self-hatred, she couldn’t help but feel that she deserved happiness with you.

You sniffled, taking in the sensation of her hands either so lightly against your skin again. “What are we going to do?” you mumbled. The reality weighed on you, and you didn’t want to drag her down.

“We can start over, travel around Europe, me and you. I’ll have to help Sam, Natasha, and Steve, but Y/N, I’ll always come back to you.” she reassured you.

You nodded at this and said with a smile,”I can live with that. Now start over, does that mean I can take you out for a first date and I just get a kiss on the cheek? Which base are we on? Because I don’t mind starting at homepl--” Your rambing was cut off when Wanda had pulled you in for a deep kiss, giving you enough of an answer with that.

#stark!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch imagine #marvel imagine #reader insert

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xukunstellation · 7 years ago

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Stay || Lin Yanjun

Title: Stay Pairing: Reader x Yanjun Genre: angst + fluff Word Count: 1700 words Summary: You don’t understand why your best friend Yanjun keeps pushing you away. All you want to do is help him, but he seems to want nothing to do with you.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write angst for the longest time. It’s getting a little too chummy on this blog with all the fluff (jk i still love it tho). The anon requested for some tsundere!yanjun, so I am here to deliver! As you can tell by the word count, this turned out a lot longer than expected, so I’ll leave everything under the cut for convenience. Thanks for requesting, love!

It boggles people’s minds when they find out that you and Yanjun are best friends.

The two of you are what people consider to be polar opposites. Yanjun was known as the cold, stone-faced delinquent of the school. He’s always walking around with an intimidating aura, seemingly glaring at anyone that dares to be within a few feet radius of him. He’s constantly skipping class and finding ways to end up in detention. The fact that he doesn’t talk much only adds to the fear factor.

Then there was you. You were the epitome of a ‘good student’. You scored good grades and always came to class on time. It came as no surprise when you were elected class president. You weren’t extremely popular by any means, but you were known by many as someone who was always willing to help out others. Your friendly and kind nature made you a favorite among your peers and professors.

So, how did you and Yanjun come to be?

Honestly, it all comes down to sharing history. You’ve known Yanjun for as long as you can remember. Your moms were childhood friends, so naturally they introduced you both from the moment you were in diapers. Thus, you and Yanjun grew up together by each other’s side from fighting over toys, witnessing each other’s awkward puberty stages and finally becoming young adults.

You weren’t oblivious to the differences that others saw. You knew that upon first glance, there would typically be no way that someone like you would ever be friends with someone like Yanjun. Little did they know, you saw Yanjun for who he really was.

He didn’t talk much because he felt the need to talk only when it was absolutely necessary. That cold-stoned face he was known so well for? Unfortunately, he just had a bad case of resting bitch face. When he was skipping class, it was usually because he’d rather spend lunch with you (although you’ve scolded him every time). The reason why he found himself in detention often was because he never hesitated to defend someone being bullied and would willingly participate in fist fights to protect another person. Unfortunately, not many people knew of this. If they did, they didn’t believe it.

You knew Yanjun as the person who would go out of his way to throw his jacket over your head to protect you from the rain when you both forget to bring your umbrellas. Even though he acted like he hated it, you knew that he loved it when you left cute little words of encouragement in his notes. He always acted like it was a pain for him whenever you asked him to get you your daily dose of coffee, but he still continued to do it for you every day. You can’t remember a time where he hasn’t walked you home from class or work even though his house was in the opposite direction.

Of course, no one but you knew of this side of him. They continued to judge him for what they saw looking in from the outside. Rumors upon rumors continued to float around his name, making him out to be this terrible person that you knew he wasn’t. You simply ignored the rumors and continued to be around your best friend.

Until the day he stopped hanging around you.

Naturally, you became worried when he refused to show up for class for days straight. He started ignoring your texts and calls, simply leaving you on read or sending you straight to voicemail. You even went as far as contacting his mom and visiting him at home, but it seemed he was never home whenever you stopped by. His mom assured you he was alive and well, though she wasn’t sure what was up with him either whenever she asked.

It’s been a week since you’ve last had contact with Yanjun and it was bothering you to no end. As you were walking down the hallway to head home, to your surprise you saw Yanjun walking towards you on the other side of the hall. He watched as your eyes lit up at the sight of him. You hurriedly made your way to him.

“Lin Yanjun! Where on earth have you been? Do you know how worried I was-”

Your words were cut short when the male merely brushed right by you, causing you to halt your pace. Feeling your heart begin to speed up nervously, you whipped around and stared at his retreating back side. Shaking your head in disbelief, you ran after him and grabbed his hand, making him stop. Walking around to face him, you felt an unfamiliar sensation in your chest when the normally soft gaze he gave you was replaced with an icy blank stare.

“Jun? What’s wrong?” you worriedly asked.

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped.

You flinched at his sharp words, looking at him with hurt and confusion. “But I’ve always called you that. Did something happen?” you asked again.

“Why can’t you mind your own fucking business?” Yanjun scoffed. “It’s not like you mean anything to me. Get off my case for god’s sake. You’re so annoying.”

You didn’t move when he yanked his hand out of yours. You still didn’t move from your place even when you heard a door slam from the other side of the hallway. You weren’t even aware of the looks of pity and soft whispers surrounding you as people observed the scene. All you could pay attention to was the bitter pain that spread like wild fire throughout your chest and the burning sensation that bubbled in your throat as you struggled to breathe. Feeling tears blur your vision, you trudged your way home alone again.

Every time you saw Yanjun after that was unbearable. Just one look at him and you were instantly reminded of the cruel things he said to you. You were hurt. You were angry. Above all, you were mainly confused because the Yanjun you’ve known for years could never say and mean those things about you. Despite the fact that you were still extremely hurt by him, you needed answers and you were going to get them no matter how stubborn he was.

The next time you saw him was on the school rooftop. Students weren’t allowed to be up here, but Yanjun had snuck the two of you up here countless of times. You knew that this was his favorite place to let of steam and be alone, so you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back when you found him looking out through the iron fence.

“Yanjun,” you called out.

You walked up to the male. He didn’t respond to you but he spared you a brief side glance that was gone in a flash. You tried not to frown, only managing a small sad smile. Summoning your courage, you grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. The action made Yanjun flinch. To your relief, he didn’t make a move to pull away.

A moment of silence ensued. You weren’t sure what was going on in Yanjun’s head. He said all those nasty things to you before but here he was, holding onto your hand with seemingly no intention of letting go. Your mind was running a thousand thoughts at once. As you tried gathering the proper words to speak, Yanjun broke the silence himself.

“They’re right, you know,” he said wistfully.

“Who?” you replied in confusion.

“The others. The ones who spread all the rumors about me. I’m a trouble maker who is always up to no good. You have no reason to be around me. I’ll only ruin everything for you. You don’t need someone like me in your life,” Yanjun confessed, a bitter edge hanging onto his words.

Behind the strong poker face he tried to put up, you could see the hurt and shame swimming in his eyes. Right now, you saw him in his most vulnerable state. This was the Yanjun that didn’t care about what people said about him... unless it had an effect on you. No matter how tough he tried to appear, he was insecure at the thought that you wouldn’t want him in your life anymore. You saw that he was willing to protect you and your image, even if it meant cutting him out of the picture.

“You’re wrong.”

He turned to look at you in surprise. You stared back at him with determined eyes. With little hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him into a hug, burying your face into his chest but only enough so that you still had room to breathe and talk.

You clarified, “I don’t care what others say about you. Rumors are rumors. They don’t understand you like I do. Likewise, no one understands me better than you. I have every reason to be around you because I need you. Lin Yanjun, do you hear me? I need you.”

There was another moment of silence before he wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you closer to his chest. Feeling him rest his chin on top of your head, you smiled at the familiar sensation.

“Sorry for everything I said. I didn’t mean any of it. Do you really need me as much as you say you do?” he questioned, running his fingers through your hair softly.

“Of course. Who else is going to provide me with free food?” you teased.

You felt him flick the top of your head in warning, making you whine from the pain. “Don’t start thinking I’ll be your slave now that we’re together,” he scoffed.

You raised a curious eyebrow at him. Looking at him with amusement, you replied, “Together? As in a couple?”

Yanjun rolled his eyes, looking away to hide the fact that he was slightly blushing. “What else, idiot?”

You happily kissed his cheek as an answer. He tsked, shaking his head before tapping on his lips expectantly in response. Rolling your eyes playfully, you leaned up once more and met his lips for a proper kiss.

It didn’t matter where life would take you. All you wanted was for Yanjun to stay with you throughout the journey.

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matamisin · 6 years ago

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Consider: Mina is a genuinely happy and positive person, but everyone has bad days (especially people who have been thru trauma, like seeing your loved ones regularly beaten to a bloody pulp). The thing is that Mina just. Refuses to show that trauma has actually been effecting her. She starts suppressing negative reactions to situations bc she wants to "stay strong." Beginning of the year? She cried when they got rescued from USJ. End of the year? "Lmao guess we survived another one! Ha! Ha! :)"

oh my god like millennial humor?? if yeah then lmao mina please

if not ahhh Mina baby you have feelings too that you gotta tend to!\

Alright- All (or at least all the angst headcanons I received) are answered below the cut! Please be careful, there are some, well angsty things in there!

TW: Eating Disorder, Gore/ Graphic Depictions, Homophobia, Depression, Suicidal Tendencies/ Self harm mention, Death, Possible spoilers to those not caught up with the BNHA manga- Please ask to tag if I missed any!

(looking at all these warnings made me realize omfg YALL DID NOT HOLD BACK IM CRYING ASK AND THOU SHALT RECEIVETH I SUPPOSE)

a-single-eyelash asked:

Denki accidentally hurt someone as a kid, say a sibling or good friend, with his quirk. It made him hate his work, until he saw a hero with a similar work to his. This is what made him think that not only is his quirk cool, but also that he can become a hero. Well until, he hurt Sero. His boyfriend, got electrocuted by him on the battlefield. (Sorry this is an idea I’ve had for a fic)

O H

BRUH THAT HIT ME LIKE A TRAIN COMING OUT FROM BEHIND THE BUSHES I THOUHGT THERE WAS GONNA BE A HAPPY ENDING THIS IS STILL GOOD THO

anonymous asked:

Bakugou is still sad, Sero is suicidal (Read to may fics about it man), Kami is legitimately afraid he’ll disappoint his parents, Tsu feels to normal, Kiri feeeeeelsss way to useless, and idk maybe Aoyama feels ignored. My own angsty headcanons.

Ah, yeah I can see how those can play into those characters!

anonymous asked:

Sero’s fight or flight response with a villains ice-like quirk (if your for that headcanon) OR Sero overwhelming his quirk trying to rescue a goddamn building of people

OH YA I AM FOR THAT

Also NO STOP HAVE I GOT SOMETHING IN STORE ABOUT COLLAPSING BUILIDINGS

anonymous asked:

Ashido + Bakugou bond over their quirks being destructive and not really knowing how to use them to actually *help* people

oh wow, I’ve never actually seen it that way.

But how about this: while they vent to each other about how their quirks can’t help people, the other is like, full on giving them descriptions of how their quirks actually CAN but they just never realized and they’re opening each other’s eyes while having their own insecurities knocked down

anonymous asked:

Omg your angst au is so angsty it’s beautiful

AH thank you haha!

anonymous asked:

Angsty headcannon boi- Sero was bullied in middle school for having wonky teeth and actually had braces. Which is why he has such a pearly white smile now. Sero was the last in his class to get his quirk and when he did he was laughed at because it was a ‘useless quirk’

n O ANON IM SOB

IM CRYING LEAVE HIM ALONE ILL SQUARE UP WITH THOSE BULLIES

anonymous asked:

Angst head cannon. Sero flinches whenever kirishima hardens. Sero’s parents are majorly homophobic and are actually quite strict. So whenever sero isn’t with bakusquad he tries to revise but it doesn’t work and he’s scared to ask for help.

Aw, man that’s heart wrenching to have parents so unsupportive- I feel it :( He’s just in a constant worry state whenever they’re around

anonymous asked:

If you’re still accepting the angst hcs… i think kaminari gets like really overcharged whenever there’s a storm and since they moved to the dorms there’s nowhere for him to release all the excess energy. So he just kinda hides away in his room in pain.

Aw, that’s terrible!

I dunno.. I feel like that one day when someone finds out during a storm, they’ll like, ask the teachers about “where someone could discharge a lot of energy askingforafriend” and they immediately know who they’re talking about and they’ll ask Powerloader and Mei and others in their department to build something for him to discharge all the excess AND be able to utilize it somehow :0 just a thought!

anonymous asked:

My headcannons: Sero is anorexic Bakugou has PTSD Kaminari has depression Kirishima had self-esteem issues Ashido is perfect (canon)

Oh that last part- she is, she is *clap**clap*

Though.. I will say that just because the others are haunted by those- it doesn’t make them less perfect. It’s their struggles that they learn to cope with and grow from, and it makes them, well, them. Not a definition of perfect can define that :’)

(sorry just speaking from my thoughts cause these hit close to home ahhh)

anonymous asked:

Lmao i sent a lot sorry if their not the best but hopefully some heart strings will be pulled

NONSENSE ANON ALL MY HEART STRINGS WERE PLUCKED BY ALL THESE AND NOW ITS YALLS TURN

transcandydemon asked:

Todocanon; todoroki has constant nightmares of the boiling water incident and of his father hurting him or his mom which causes him to not get as much sleep ie his calm attitude and how he’s not quick to get into conversations because of exhaustion

oh ya, such a traumatic past is def something that could still be haunting him in his dreams :’( but when the others notice, they’ll make sure to check up on him and try to find ways to help reduce nightmares or at least comfort him whenever they’re in his dreams

anonymous asked:

Deku head canon : deku is super jealous of kirishimas and bakugoa relationship since hes been trying to get close to kacchan for years and kirishima managed to do it within days

D’: He probably would feel that- jealousy’s very strong! But ah, in my personal opinion, i think he’d feel that, but after time learns that maybe it was best that he stopped dwelling on it and moves on, and learns to accept and be happy that he and Bakugou could at least be acquaintances that could eventually work well :’)

anonymous asked:

Denki headcanon: where he wants to be as close to bakugo as kirishima is and he tries so damn hard but takes bakugos insults to heart and he really does get torn up and upset about it(ex: the sports festival scene )

Oh wait which scene? Dunce face or?? :0 but yeah, I feel like he’d take it to heart at times. (but my bakukami heart tells me to say that when Baku realizes he gives him a good ass pep talk and beings hold back on his insults, or reassures Denki)

anonymous asked:

Bakugou could have PTSD and nightmares

Oh same headcanon! :’D Ah, but poor Bakugou. I’m sure the others would take it into mind and be aware of it and help him subtly so as to not provoke him, :’(

violetsare-tblue asked:

Bakugo: because of his inferiority complex, feels like he needs to prove himself over and over or he’ll be just the victim again Iida: his left arm is completely numb. He isn’t paralyzed and he can move it. He just can’t feel anything in his hand or arm. Makes holding hands with someone feel empty and useless Sero: he is so scared of being worthless as a hero and a person. He doesn’t want to be left behind by his classmates so he overworks himself and comes to school with random bruises

Oh mmhmm, I definitely see the Bakugou one! Especially after what he said during his fight with Deku, it def shows :(

Aw, Iida probably still looks back at his actions back in the Stain arc and regrets the errors of his ways. Luckily, I’m sure he’ll find someone who helps him through it and reminds him that mistakes don’t define him :’)

:’( Serooo MAKING ME CRY

casua-aria asked:

I have this Sero headcanon where he was the disposable (like how when tape dispensers run out and become disposable) friend in groups throughout his childhood, but now that he goes to UA, he has true caring friends that would never do that to him.

D: !!

That’s so sad- he must have thought his quirk was just life taunting him for being “disposable” hence the tape quirk :( but heck yeah, once he meets the students of UA he definitely begins to see that he wasn’t the problem in the past, but rather those that he was “friends” with!

anonymous asked:

Sero remembering very clearly all the pain that happened when his arm got cut off, maybe being a little scared of Kirishima for a few days after he first wakes up? Idk

OH YEAH THAT ONE HURTS

Like maybe.. once he’s able to respond again, he flinches and has an anxiety attack when he sees Kirishima because the sight of him just sends a flood of the memory to play in his head OOF

anonymous asked:

A personal favorite that nobody’s really thought of: a villain cuts off one finger from each of Ochako’s hands so she can’t use her quirk

OH MAN THATS BRUTAL OMG

That’s so dark!! I feel like a villain would do that should they get a hold of her and, mm maybe wanna rile up someone close to her to lure them in

meptoonzart asked:

Kirishima traitor

b R U H ID CRY MY EYES OUT IF HORI MADE HIM THE TRAITOR

Anonymous said:

I have a lot of angsty headcanons about Kaminari specifically so I’ll just spam you with those. He attracts electricity, so he often gets struck by lightning and has almost died from it twice. Kaminari knows people think he’s the traitor and it eats him up inside every day. He’s been ‘propositioned’ by quite a few creeps because he’s pretty and his quirk is, well, what it is. He has nightmares a lot and it causes power outages, he’s terrified his classmates will hate him for it.(1/?(Idk2maybe)

Sero got into a fight with someone after the sports festival, because how the hell did he make it into UA’S hero course, and Kaminari happens to be with him and he actively threatens the dude who started the fight with his quirk. No one bullies his friends. His overuse of his quirk is slowly killing him, he hasn’t told anyone that it’s destroying his brain. Bakugo reminds him of living in an abusive household but he doesn’t know how to say it so he laughs it off.(2/?(Okaymaybe4wearegettingthere)

Kirishima and Sero are the first to find out about both the frying brain and the abusive household, and Sero asks Kaminari if he wants to go try something. Kaminari says sure and Sero reserves a training ground for them, and Sero swings around with Kaminari and he hopes it works for Kami the same way it does for him. Sero is smiling because he doesn’t know what else to do, but swinging through the air helps him feel better and free. It helps. But there’s always, always the anxiety (¾)

the anxiety of ‘Maybe today is the day I fall’, but he doesn’t realize that Kaminari is helping him stay grounded. He won’t fall. Not when he gets to see Kaminari fuller of life than he’s ever been. They land on one of the buildings in ground Beta, and laugh like idiots as it starts to rain. Kaminari’s dying, Sero is a mess, and they just sit there for hours, past the end of their reservation, talking through their anxieties. Kaminari is scared to die. Sero is scared to lose him. (Okay1more4/5)

Sero promises Kaminari he’ll be there, he’ll do everything he can to help keep him alive as long as possible, and he asks Kaminari how long he has from his last estimate. Kaminari laughs, starting to cry. Six years. Sero tells the Bakusquad, and they promise him that they’ll be there when the time comes. Not villains or Dadzawa could stop them, and finally it does. For only being a hero for three years, he’s made history for kids who have terminal illnesses (ranoutofspacedammit)

And the drawbacks of quirks come more into light. Kaminari may not be a great student or hero, but he brought hope to a lot of people, and everyone will miss him. They can’t hear thunder crack without thinking of him, can’t see the golden sunrise without thinking of his smile. Can’t even bear to look at the classic lit section in a bookstore. He saved people and raised awareness, but he wrecked their hearts as well. (Somehow this turned into a near-fic I’m so sorry Hope you’re doing well(Done))

ANON OMG THANK YOU FOR THIS BASICALLY FIC IM CRYING THERES SO MUCH I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START CRYING

iamnootthedabmast-r said:

Heard you want some angsty headcannons- so Kaminari tends to stay up due to his quirk and he likes to stay in the dormitory lobby, so he just sits on the couch on his phone or just sits there in the dark- but this leads to him finding some secretive angsty stuff about other people in the dormitory for ex; Bakugou comes downstairs and just starts cooking cause he has terrible night terrors and Kaminari just quietly witnesses as Bakugou cries silently while he eats. (Part 1)

(Part 2) the next morning Kaminari kind of wants to try ask or comfort him but feels rude and awkward so he also kind of struggles with the knowledge of knowing that everyone in his class is a little to a lot of broken. So yeah, sorry if it’s a little confusing- in awkward when it comes to writing what I want to write…

DUUDE THIS IS SUCH A SAD CONCEPT IF YOU WRITE IT I WILL LEGITERALLY PERISH ON SPOT

Anonymous said:

May we… suggest directly… angsty oneshots? Please feel free to ignore this if you preferred hcs

(lmao sorry, im not caught up with the manga or anime to know what the first part is referrring to :’D) but ah yeah I’ve seen that headcanon, not too sure how to feel, but it’s out there!

#tw eating disorder #tw gore #tw graphic depictions #tw homophobia #tw depression #tw suicidal tendencies #tw self harm #tw death mention #bnha spoilers #long post #ask to tag #ahh i wont tag much else of bn/ha so it doesnt gloom up the tags!#all i want for christmas is queue

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darumarina · 7 years ago

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Hi~ for the ask game: 7, 26, 50. Have a great day (=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ

Oh yay, dear Anon, you made my day!!! Thank you for playing * v * Hope you’ll be having a wonder-wonderful day yourself!!

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Most of my OCs are divided into stories, but some of them lost their story along the way or were created randomly without a story to begin with. I have about 15 stories (plus some short stories), only a very few of them were completed tho :’D

This is a list I once made for myself because I couldn’t figure out who to draw because some characteres never come to my mind :’D (the list might not be up to date :’D)

The stories are usually some kind of dramatic love story :’D

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Let’s see… against my will… There’s one that comes to my mind, his name is Loki and he’s a foxboy (or something like that).

I gave him the name Loki because back in the time we learnt about Loki and other gods. The name Loki sounded nice to my ears and the description we got for him suited the character I had in mind.

Years later that Avengers hype was so strong I felt really bad having an OC called Loki… I didn’t rename him yet and I really don’t want to, but I don’t know if it’ll stop bothering me…

Another example would be my OC Kei that I mentioned in a previous ask. I created them as a genderless character whose animal genes were too strong so they were born with dog ears/tails.

But I really disliked that “catboy/girl” trend and I didn’t want to be seen as someone who “just wanted to put animal ears on their character”, especially since Kei was the only one in that universe with animal attributes… but I feared that Kei would look too boring without them. After all I removed their animal parts last year and I feel a lot better now :’D

Another case was my OC Kaori from the same universe as Kei. The case was solved but she happened to cause lots of troubles between me and two of my friends because we were working on similar characters at the same time, so the argument of “you’re copying us/me” happened to come ever here and then… in the end the main point has been her hair colour that was changed. I do like her current hair colour the most now, but I really hated being somewhat pressured to change it. (I don’t have any hard feelings towards my friends nor their characters, it just happened to be a bad phase for the three of us together… ^^; )

At first I created her, similar to Jakkaru and Kei, with black-red hair but it bored me that all the characters from that family have the same hair colours. I then changed it, but then the argument came up, so the hair colour was slightly changed to what you can see in the right picture.

Apart from those I had to rename many characters during story writing. Partly because their names were stupid or, in case of that character “Takei” (you can read about that in the previous post) I wanted to give that character one canon story and created new characters for the other stories. However, those “new” characters are the ones I feel the most distant towards, because they basically just filled a hole that “Takei” (and the other characters from that universe) left behind.

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

I really miss my OCs if I’m honest. But I love fanart as well… and fanart has the bonus of getting recognition in contrary to OC art that can’t present a story. I have many stories and as I said I barely finished any so there’s basically no chance for people getting interested in them.

It’s honestly part of what makes it hard to draw and share them, because you’re “alone”.

However, I love OCs. Not only my own but everyone’s. It’s nice to see what people create, what is their “true self”. It’s different from being fanartist for me because all there is to the characters belongs to you and it’s a part of yourself.

On a different note, I have one OC, he’s the main character of one of my stories and the side character of its sequel (none of them were ever finished woops) and it happened to be the one character that I could always draw when I was artblocked. I still like drawing him whenever I feel down-ish, he’s somewhat became a sort of stress relieve. However, I don’t really have that many pics of him Ö_Ö

His name is Takanaga Mira~ His surname was inspired by a certain mangaka (coughs), his first name by a certain manga a former friend told me about (tbh I don’t know the title but only the genre and it suits that certain mangaka, even though it wasn’t drawn by her). The story I wrote about him was inspired by a German folk song or sth like that, it’s the most ridiculous thing if I’m honest… using a Dj Ötzi song for a story about… boys. Boys who are in love with other boys. Or boys who sell their bodies to other men… //hides under a desk Feel free to listen to the song and hold your belly from laughter :’D

#Anonymous #Takei replies #ask game #ask #original characters #long post #yetanotherOCmeme

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Safe. | Michael Shelby

Request by anon: "Prompt 2, 5 and 13 from the peaky blinders prompt list with Michael (the reader's boyfriend) The reader got shot and it's not the first time so she's like eager, kind of trying to hide it from everyone (covering her wound and the blood under her coat) until she falls bc she has lost too much blood ?„

Prompts.

#2: “in the bleak Midwinter„

#5: “well shit, here we go again.„

#13: “don't die on me please. Please don't die on me.„

Words: 960.

Warnings: probably the worst imagine I've ever written☹️

You felt it on your shoulder. The bullet. Your instincts didn't tell you to scream tho, instead ignoring the pain you took a shot yourself to the man that had shoot you. Due to all the noise and the panic no one realized that you were hit. Michael, your boyfriend, who would usually be by your side in dangerous conversations was occupied with fighting for himself. You didn't bother him, you thought that it was only just a shot. You had been shot before, you had lived so why would this time be any different.

Soon silence fell around you. The enemies were killed, the Shelbies had won another fight. As soon as it was over you boyfriend run to your side to make sure you were ok. Because of the big coat you were wearing he didn't see your wound. When he got close to you, you noticed his wounds and the spots which he was bleeding from. You took the decision to make sure he was alright before you told him anything.

“Michael! You need to go get patched up!„

“I'm fine! I'm good! I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to go like this, it was supposed-„

“Hey! You know that I love adventures and I'm no baby. No need to apologize.„

“You're sure you're ok?„

“I'm good Michael! Your hand-„

“It's just a scratch.„ Michael looked in your eyes and placed his hands on your face, holding you. “Thank god you're ok! I'll kill tommy for bringing us here-„

“You can kill me later Michael! We gotta go! This was a trap, more man will be coming.„ Tommy's voice interrupted your little moment and you looked at him, he was standing behind Michael, a gun on his hand. The other Shelbies were behind you.

Michael held your hand to walk with you. The way he stretched your hand it made you flinch and let out a groan. Michael turned immediately to look at you and he was very confused.

“I might have stretched my hand out, hurts a little but I'm fine.„ you lied. Thinking it was believable. Michael nodded and this time held your hand a little more carefully. You interlocked hands with him and started walking behind the other brothers. Tommy following behind you but before you reached the car you got a little dizzy, you started missing your steps. Michael noticed and looked at you worried.

“Are you ok?„

“Yeah..just a little..„ you missed A step and almost fell but balanced yourself on michael's arm.

Tommy's voice echoed behind

“well shit, here we go again..„ mumbled the Shelby brother.

“(Y/n) what's wrong with you?„ he asked while holding you.

”take of her coat Michael, your girl has been shot again.„ answered tommy for you.

This was one of these times you wished tommy could shut his fucking mouth. You felt Michael looking at you with his disappointed eyes and then felt your coat been taken off. “I'm fine„ you mumbled.

Everyone had something mean to say after seeing your wound. They all sounded disappointed. Michael grabbed your face and made you look at him in the eyes.

“We've talked about this (y/n)! You're not a fucking cat with nine lives. Why didn't you tell me-„

“Because you said if I ever got shot again you'd never take me with you on the fights again„ you replied weakly.

“You know its very hard not to treat you like a child when you act like a five year old! Can you walk?„

“Yes! I'm good! It's just a little..„ suddenly you lost your vision and your balance.

“Fuck„ Michael took you in his arms. Of course he was mad. He hated seeing you hurt and this was the third time something like this had happened to you. “Tommy we need to get her in a hospital NOW!„

You looked up at Michael with your blurt vision and you could see the worry in his face.

“Is this the part were I am supposed to say 'In the bleak midwinter'?„ you asked jokingly, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Stop it (y/n)! You won't die on me alright? don't die on me please. Please don't die.„ he said the last part under his breath. He was running with you in his arms and got you in the car. When you arrived at the hospital all the doctors came to you to help.

Thankfully in the end it was nothing serious and you'd be alright. When you woke up in the hospital bed, Michael was next to you and he had a very serious look on his face. But his angriness faded away when he held your hand. At the end of the day he was just happy that you'd be ok.

“I'm sorry. I'll never do it again-„

“Yeah that's right because you're never coming with me again!„

“What?! Michael come on-„

“It's not up for negotiation! I'm not going through this with you ever again! I love you (y/n)! You mean the world to me! Seeing in this bed alone breaks my heart! I get it! You love the adrenaline but I can't lose you!„

You sighed. He was right. You weren't skilled enough to be out there with him. Sure you could throw a few punches but that was it.

“Can I at least work with Polly? In the betting shop?„

Michael stroked your cheek and leaned in to kiss you softly.

“Betting shop it is!„ he whispered.

#peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #michael shelby #tommy shelby imagines

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