#I CAN'T PROTEC HIM

[anoray]

Chopper around Jacen: Baby boy. Baby.

Chopper around Ezra: Evil.

#chopper #jacen syndulla #ezra bridger #i can't imagine chopper running over jacen's hand or turning off the artificial gravity to make him fall #he protec the green haired wee wonder #ezra is fair game at all times #except when maul is trying to kill him first

[webslingingslasher]

I AM LOVING THESE FRAT PEOER FICS, ESPECIALLY THE TEXTS THEYRE SO FUNNY, i was wondering if i could request frat peter having to save his girl from being hit on and followed by a guy (just happened to me)/ how he would react to it

ayyyyy yuhhhh, this is jumbles but i really didn't wanna seperate these parts. pls enjoy peter being daddy and doing a protec, also a lil sprinkle of spider-man

Peter’s room was pitch black. 

When you first started sleeping over, he got you a nightlight so you could navigate to the bathroom easier and you’d gotten used to the small gold it cast on the wall. Some nights when you tossed and turned you’d find yourself looking over Peter’s face as he slept, the soft glow highlighting just enough of his features. 

He hadn’t turned it on for you, but then again it wasn’t night when you fell asleep. It took you a moment to gather your surroundings, you don’t remember falling asleep and you’re not sure how long you’ve been out. You could hear music from the floor below you, it was muffled enough it wouldn’t’ve woken you. 

You smack your lips, you have cotton mouth from hell. Searching Peter’s bedside you find less than a half full bottle of water and down it. Blinking awake you sit up, you feel bleary and unwelcoming to a party but you could really use a Peter hug right now. Maybe you could swoon him into ditching his party for cuddles and a movie. 

Reaching for your phone, which had somehow landed under your pillow, you peer at the time and your eyes widen. You’d been asleep for almost six hours, you almost felt bad, you’d come over to hang out with Peter and ended up passing out in his bed. 

‘awake and alive, come see me? :)’ 

After two minutes, ‘petey?’ 

Another three pass, ‘don’t make me come find you :(( i just want a hug.’

‘i promise you can go back to the party after.’

After five minutes of being left on delivered you sigh and drop your phone to the sheets while you stretch. You turn the bedside lamp on and stand, you look down at your outfit and decide against changing back into your clothes, you’d only go down for a minute or two. 

Unprepared for everything you knew was happening, you unlock his door and step out into the bright hallway in only Peter’s frat shirt and workout shorts that were so short they were hidden under the hem of his shirt. Your feet dug into the plush carpet, you could feel how soft it was under your socks. 

You feel dizzy walking down the stairs, the music gets gradually louder until you can't hear your own thoughts, you look into the kitchen as you stepped carefully and were unsuccessful in your first attempt. When you reached the landing you rubbed an eye and yawned, you almost turned back around. 

The next place was the garage, dodging bodies as you moved through the enclosed space you held your breath when you walked through a smoke cloud. Peter wasn’t in the room, but his best friend was. You didn’t want to ruin his hang out, he was sandwiched between two girls while he shared a backwood, a hookah on the table in front of them. 

“She lives,” he smiles when you approach, he’s made the first contact so you don’t feel as bad. 

“I don’t even remember falling asleep,” you look down at your socks and bounce on your toes. 

You watch Ethan take a hit of his backwood and you eye the smoke before he reaches his hand out, “you’re drooling,” you take it and inhale deeply, blowing it out and go to pass it before taking one more hit and handing it to the girl on his right. 

“Do you know where Peter is?” 

“Uh, no. Somewhere. Wanna hang here for a sec?” He takes a puff and hands it back to you, you cough hard on a deep hit. 

“Nah, I’ll go find him, thanks though.” You nod and bow to the girls, “goodnight, ladies,” they return the sentiment. You turn back around, bumping shoulders with a stranger on your way out, you shoot an apologetic smile and slide past. 

Bracing against the wall connecting to the kitchen you look at your phone again, with no new text you frown deeply and sigh. You’re so focused on finding a white cap you don’t see the body slide next to yours, when they speak you don’t notice they’re talking to you until they say it louder. 

“You look comfortable,” your eyes flash down, you were. 

“I am,” you swivel your neck around. 

“It’s cute,” at last you look at him, he’s blonde and one front tooth is longer than the other. It’s charming on him, he has at least ten bracelets on and black fingernail polish. He’s a little interesting, you think he’s hitting on you but you give him the benefit of the doubt. 

“Thank you, can you tell I wasn’t prepared for a party?” You give him a small spin, and he whistles. 

“Prettiest girl here,” you curtsy and smile politely, “that’s very kind of you.” You go back to scanning the crowd, you see a flash of navy and poke up to see the figure better, it wasn’t him. Your face drops to a frown and you sigh, the new follower leans closer. 

“Looking for someone?” 

He is hitting on you, you commended his confidence. He’s playing with fire, flirting with you at Peter’s house. You’re wearing a branded shirt, isn’t it obvious you’re with someone in it? It’s a heather gray with blood red detailing, you couldn’t miss it. 

“Parker, have you seen him?” 

Blonde shakes his head, it’s not long or curly or brown like Peter’s, it makes you look away. 

“Nah, I’ll keep you company though. I’m Connor, nice to meet you.” You eye his hand, you don’t want to shake it, you want to find Peter. In an effort to be polite you shake it and introduce yourself, he says it’s a beautiful name and you want to roll your eyes. 

“What’s a nice girl like you doing involved with Parker? He’s a dick, you know.” 

But he’s not. He can come off as abrasive but never, ever to you. With you he’s gentle and soft, he’s giggly and cuddly, he even uses baby talk sometimes, and he loves when you play with his hair. Peter’s not a mean guy by nature, but if he doesn’t know you or like you, he won’t pretend to be your best friend. 

“He’s not at all, actually. You must not know him well enough.” 

“I know him enough to know he’s a shit bag to girls, you’d be no exception.” 

“Do you think that line earned you any points with me?” 

Conner grins, “tell me, are you wearing pants under that? I hope not.” You immediately slide away from him, you frantically search for Peter in the crowd. When you can’t find him you try to find a familiar face, you know you have Ethan in the other room. 

“That’s… not an appropriate thing to say to me. Pet- Parker will have you banned.” 

His eyebrow quirks, “and he’s the good guy?” 

Your eyes narrow, “he doesn’t sexually harass me.” 

Conner scoffs, “you call that sexual harassment? If you want to cry wolf at least let me make it worth it.” You swallow harshly, you don’t like how it’s turning. You pull from the wall to go back to the garage, but Conner’s hand catches your wrist and tugs you back to him, it’s tight and you try to shake him off. 

His smile looks less charming and more intimidating, “c’mon, don’t run away now. We just started having fun.” You tug your arm back harder, he tightens his hold and you wince. Hissing through your teeth you bend your knees, leaning into his grip. 

“Please stop, you’re hurting me.” 

“But then you’ll run away, and I’m just having so much fun.” 

You blink back tears, it’s not about his tight touch it’s about being scared. 

“I’m not. I’m seeing someone, I’m sorry.” Maybe if you’re gentle he won’t be as aggressive. 

“Really? I’m not seeing him… Maybe he’s with another cheap whore.” 

You see a blur pass by your face and suddenly a hand is wrapped tight around Conner’s shirt as his back and head are thrown against the wall. Your shoulder vibrates against the drywall, the sheer force of Conner’s entire body weight flinged into it.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” His body was pulled off the wall before he was thrown back, you wince as his head smacks off the wall, you look at the assaulter and stay silent. You’ve never seen Peter so livid. 

“Get your fucking hands off her or I swear to god I’ll knock you out right fucking now!” 

Your hand is dropped and you stagger several steps back, you want to pull Peter back but he’s a little too scary to stop at the moment. You’ve never seen him in a fit of range, and not that you think he would, but you didn’t know if he’d direct that on you. 

“I should fucking kill you right now, don’t you ever put your hands on her again. Don’t talk to her, don’t even look in her general fucking direction.” 

For someone who had a lot to say he’s real quiet now, you look away when his body is thrown back into the wall, you could imagine how sore and bruised he’d be the next day. 

“Get out of my fucking house, and if I ever see you here again you won’t be walking out, do you fucking understand me?” 

A timid nod, he shuffles off holding his ribs. You almost felt bad. 

Peter turns to you the second he’s out the door, he races to your side and cups your face. 

“My baby, are you okay?” You nod, when you blink you can see how upset he was. Eyebrows turned it, cheeks flushed. His eyes were glazed over and narrowed, all he saw was an enemy. But when he looked at you his features softened, hard eyes turned into soft puppy dog eyes. A small pout took over his clenched jaw, he looked as gentle as you always knew him to be.

“You were really upset.” 

Peter’s face falls, “did I scare you? I’m sorry, trouble. I just panicked when I saw him holding you like that and you looked like he was hurting you.” You rub at your wrist, “he did.” 

He holds your hand and looks it over, red marks that would bruise his fingerprints wrapped around your wrist. “I’m so so sorry, baby. I should’ve looked at my phone sooner.” 

You breathe deeply, “it’s not your fault he was a weirdo. I just wanted a hug.” Peter feels his heart melt. “I know, I know you did. C’mere, give me a cuddle.” 

You wrap your hands under his arms around his waist, your head tucks into his chest and you listen to the metronome of his heart. Peter’s strong hold is wrapped around your shoulders, he tugs you in even closer and rests his cheek on the top of your head. You sway against him for a moment, breaths matched, your chests rise and drop at the same time. 

When you pull away you’re brought back in by Peter, something he hasn’t done before, you do it all the time. He’s never had such an urgency to have you in his hold, keep you steady against him. Keep you hidden and protected in his hold. It dawns on you that Peter was just as scared as you were, it makes you give in and melt back into him. 

“Can we go upstairs?” You use your pout and his guilt to your advantage, almost immediately he presses a kiss to your forehead and tells you ‘anything you want, kid.’ Peter’s hand held yours tight all the way up the stairs, walking behind you, protecting you from any vantage point until you reached his door. 

You didn’t even pause before hopping a few steps to his bed and jumping into it, you waited for the gentle beratement but didn’t hear anything, you poked your neck up and watched Peter scratch at his now naked curls. 

Making grabby hands you give a yearning smile, you wanted Peter all to yourself and you got what you wanted. He abides the request and sits on the edge of the bed before kicking his shoes off and shimming out of his jeans. 

The second he lays down you glue yourself to his side, you happily adjust as he does, you haven't given him any time to get comfortable. The second he gives you the ‘fine, you can lay on me’ look you tug your left thigh over his hip and sling your left arm over his chest. Your right arm bends and pulls at his air. 

“You sure you’re alright?” 

Your cheek smashes into his navy shirt as you nod, the cotton ultra soft under your skin. You peek an eye up, it’s a Ralph Lauren, you can’t deny the amazing thread count. 

“I think you should give up on the physics major, you have a way better calling.” 

Peter’s right hand started dragging down your back, his fingers tickling up your spine and back up. A comforting movement, it kept you pulling forward, Peter doesn’t give you many back rubs. 

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” 

You hum and trace spirals over his ribcage,“ever thought of being a superhero? I think you’d be alright at it.” 

Peter snorts, the implausible irony doesn’t go past him. 

“Just alright? I can’t give up my day job for ‘just alright’ can I?” 

“Okay fine, you’d be like… I can’t compare you to Spider-Man cause he’s-” your mind derails, for a second Peter’s thankful, he’s never had the Spider-Man conversation with you and as far as he’s concerned, never will. Just mentioning the name makes him feel sticky with panic. 

You stop swirling and look up at him, thinking of telling him made you bite back a grin. “If I tell you something do you promise to keep it between you and me and never, ever repeat it again?” 

“Oh jeez.” The last time you said that it was something gross and girl related. 

“I… okay, um… maybe I shouldn’t tell you,” you can’t stop giggling.  You never said the words out loud, it wasn’t necessarily embarrassing but looking back on it, it was goofy and nerdy. Telling Peter would be a huge insight into your personality. 

“Well now you have to tell me,” seeing you so giggly made him want to be too. 

“Okay, so when I was like… I dunno, sixteen/seventeen maybe? I had a huge crush on Spider-Man.” Peter’s mouth twitches, you shake your head before he can make a joke. “Just wait, and I get that sounds creepy because we-” you gesture between yourself and Peter, “we have no idea who he is, right?” 

“Right,” even if he wants to bolt from the conversation he can’t deny it’s cute. 

“But in my world I was like, no he’s definitely my age and he’s gonna totally save me and we’re totally gonna fall in love and have some weird mutant spider-babies. Side question, do you think he was born that way? Like, are there spider people walking around we don’t know of? Could Spider-Man have regular babies? If he has a baby with a human, I mean. Do you ever think about that?” 

Yes. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever thought about reproducing with Spider-Man, so, no.” 

You’re not pleased with his lack of imagination, he could at least have fun with it. You raised a pointer finger, “we’ll circle back to this,” You continue with your story, “but, what I’m admitting to you, is my deepest, darkest secret, that I’ve never told anyone by the way!” 

You try to finish but pause and turn your head away to laugh before saying the words. 

“I used to read Spider-Man fanfiction. Like, everyday, all the time.” 

Peter’s heart lurches, it’s a downright adorable confession. Not to mention the odds of you being semi-right and things falling into place, he’s not a big universal sign guy but this is one that he might be swayed on. Cause he definitely was your age and he’s learned he can’t stop everything, it was a hard truth, but one good thing he couldn’t stop was Love. 

“Oh my god, me too!” You bat your hands at his chest, he was taking the piss.

“I told you my deepest darkest secret and that’s all I get!?” Peter grabs the hand you’re poking him with and intertwines it with his own,  “Alright, alright. I got one for you.” Your held tilts, he knows you’re saying ‘go on…’ 

 “I was fourteen with a dream, I had heard all about it from my friends and I needed one. I was ready for it, I had been preparing. How to ask for it, saving up the money, making sure the right guy was working that night. It took time and patience but I finally had it, right there in my hands.” 

A dramatic build up, it made you, metaphorically, sit on the edge of your seat. When Peter sees he’s got your attention he makes a ‘boom!’ sound effect. 

“My very first nudie mag,” you snort and he clicks his tongue, “not done yet.” 

“It was beautiful, and it was mine. I had a whole fucking book of spank bank material there, babe. This was the first time I’d ever looked at porn, and it felt like a right of passage so I’m on cloud nine. Obviously, I go straight home and the whole time I’m on the bus back I'm looking at everyone with this brown paper bag and feeling like I just got away with murder.” 

Peter laughs, “oh god, no one but my aunt May and now you know about this, okay?” 

You nod, you feel like the most special person in the house at the moment. 

“I waited hours, and finally, I’m home alone. Boom, go time. Shut and lock my door, set up the lotion and tissues, and pull that glorious brown paper bag from under my mattress. At this point I have a full on adrenaline boner, I am tugging down my pants at the speed of lighting, pull out that glossy, pristine magazine of the holy gods and open it.” 

Your smile matches the one on Peter’s face, “and it’s a guy, dick out and all. Not what I expected but cool, so I flip the page and there’s another, and another, and another and finally I’m no longer excited and I start flipping through the pages. I distinctly remember saying ‘where are the fucking girls?’ and after looking at, at least, eighteen penises, I realized it was a guy magazine, not a for guys magazine.” 

Yor smack a hand over your mouth at the sound that came out, he nods at your reaction like he expected it. “Yeah…” he drawed out the word and you cackled, “oh my god.” 

“Was there a guy on the cover?” 

“Yes! I had never seen one before and I thought that the guy meant it was for guys, not that it was full of guys!” 

“Man, I was so pissed. It cost me like thirty bucks too, cause the guy charged a tax for selling to minors. The worst part is I wasn’t sure how to get rid of it so I put it back where it was and my aunt found it like a year later and I had to have so many “you don't have to be ashamed of who you are” conversations, the whole time I’m like, rocking back and forth foaming at the mouth explaining the situation and begging her to believe me when I say I’m not gay.” 

You tug at his hair, “just so you know, you don’t have to be ashamed of who you are.” 

Peter groans, “that’s it, now you and May can never be in the same room.” 

“Yeah, right. Like you’d ever have us in the same room.” 

“Of course not, you’d team up and try and coax me out of my non-existent closet.” 

Nuzzling into him you both tease each other and more than a few times Peter finds his fingers rubbing across your ribs sending you digging into him further and further. Wheezing as you laugh and try to run away from his tickles he rolls over to trap you underneath him before kissing you. 

Peter lowered his voice, keeping it a secret, you gave him a deep, dark secret and he’ll give one back. 

“Just so you know, I’d do anything for you. I’d even let you be in the same room as my aunt.”

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker fluff #tasm! peter parker x reader #my writing #frat!peter

[naffeclipse]

I feel like if Orca!Eclipse found out about human disabilities he'd be more determined to keep his Birdie close, whether it's healthy for them or not. He want to Protec but also Eclipse put the human down they need medical assistance.

Or y/n having chronic pain and getting a bad flare up when they go see Eclipse, leading them to not want poked and prodded by him. Them wincing at the slightest touch to their aching body and Eclipse demanding how to make the pain go away.

Eclipse would be uber-protective of a Y/N dealing with chronic illness—especially since you're putting yourself in very dangerous conditions to begin with. He wouldn't enjoy not being able to touch you but he'd put that aside to make sure you're not in pain, much less pain caused by him. He'd ask what he could bring you to help alleviate your suffering and when he learns that it's chronic—it's not so simple to get rid of—he would snap his teeth in frustration. Not at you, of course, just that he can't rip the agony away.

He would then offer to sing to help you rest a little while; you'll find his mythical songs to be quite soothing, if only for a moment.

#apex polarity #orca!eclipse

[sleepytwilight]

hii sleepy :D could you write about a sort of like knight summoner from medieval times who thinks the boys are a prince and are bound to them to protect them? idk it came into my brain and i thought it'd be neat :D

Ohh!!! I like this ask!

𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓾𝓼

When you first summoned him, you really didn't know what happened. You thought he's some kind of magic prince because he suddenly appeared in front of you.

Anyway, Arcturus realize the monster were harassing you and was about to help you until you killed the monster by yourself.

He was surprised and when you bowed to him, he was even more surprised.

You said you'll protect him since he's a prince

He has no idea what's going on and he don't know how you can carry him up like a princess.

Okay but he actually enjoy this kind of treatment.

Okay but you need to stop protecting him every second you feels like he's in danger, he also want to protect you too.

You both ended up protecting each other, how cute.

𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓪

Spica thought you were a barbarian for a second until you told him that you're a knight from mid eartheim.

You and Spica didn't get along that well until you know Spica unhealthy sleeping schedule.

Since then you've been by his side, making sure he gets his 8 hours of sleep, eat well, throw away all the coffee-

Spica really don't really like this behavior of yours, it going on like this until one day on a mission, monsters suddenly attack you and him.

Surprisedly you defeat all the monsters because Spica don't have any energy left, he admit it he has been too harsh on you.

He became a bit softer and finally got a good sleeping schedule.

He don't have to know the fact you threatened the students to not make any troubles

𝓟𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓾𝔁

Pollux is the cutest prince ever, just admit it.

When you first saw him, you immediately go into protective mode.

Pollux in his tsundere self said he don't enjoy the fact you're protecting him (he actually likes it a lot.)

He taught you how to use gun since you can't carry the heavy sword around the academy.

Maybe teaching you how to use gun is a bad idea.

He enjoys when you addressed him "Your highness/my prince" he blushing madly fr.

He scared what will you think about him not being the real Pollux but you still want to serve him as his knight.

God how much he cried, he is happy that you didn't change your view on him.

𝓐𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝔃

Why do you want to protect a big strong prince like him? Alpheratz literally asking himself why.

He actually enjoy your company, rather than a knight, you're like a friend who look out for him.

You both have sense of who to protect, both worried about Arcturus and Pollux.

It feels like a one sided friendship, your purpose is to protect your prince. He can't really change your mind can he?

When both of you found out they you two reincarnated lovers, it feels like a new world to Alpheratz.

Now he's protecting you, nothing in the world belong to him but he want to protect his beloved.

If you're a knight then he's a prince, can he ask you to be his beloved once again?

𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼

Sirius feels awkward when you call him "My Lord" or "Master". It feels out of place, he's the one want to address you like that again.

You were Polaris, his mentor. He's just a little sorcerer who want his mentor to be with him again.

Yet you still protect him, you protected him like how Polaris used to protect him. He feels like he's about to break down everytime you asked him if he's okay.

You really love to make things complicated for him.

He realizes that as long you're here, you can't live a free life. He want you to live a life without the need to protect someone, because if you keep protecting everyone... You'll ended sacrificing yourself once again.

He's a prince that meant to betray his knight. It's all to save you don't you know that?

𝓥𝓮𝓰𝓪

Well there's two knight, it's either him or you protect. It's like a fight but without fighting.

Vega gave a lot of excuses why he should protect you, his winning chance is 50% because you know better.

You guys protecting each other, like so cute- especially in a mission when you are battling the monsters, you both are unstoppable duo.

You call him "pretty prince" just to tease him. He's a guy with pretty face lol.

When you remember him as your childhood friend, you treat him even more gentler. He'll never get use to you carry him around because you used to carry him when you both were kids.

At last, you both need to separate huh? Vega made an oath before you leave this world, he hopes for you to come back and be his knight.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight summoner #artw ask #artw

[jacevelaryonswife]

► Modern Headcanons | 「AU」

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader (the famous big three).

a/n: This is situated in college and I hope you all like it. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

warnings: mentions of alchool, drunking and sex.

Modern headcanons masterlist

— Aegon ↺

We must begin with Aegon. The dude changes of graduations like he's changing clothes. He never knew what field to choose, he never had a big dream to fulfill or an aspiration to something — perhaps because his family was flying in money.

In high school he was the typical popular boy who part of the team and dated one cheerleader a month, in college it's no different.

He's a fuckboy, living in a frat (even though he doesn't have to) and throwing a thousand parties. He loves all girls, but freshmen, exchange students or super smart girls get his special attention. And some boys.

When I said that he changes courses like he changes clothes, I wasn't exaggerating.

First he tried physical education (why? He don't know), then computing at Luke's insistence (lots of numbers, he fucking hated it), then he tried law (WHY DOES A BOOK HAVE 800 PAGES?), he considered international relations and end tourism.

He wanted to do an exchange, but Alicent forbade it until he settled on something.

He just wanted to be an heir :(

He would probably meet you at a party and flirt compulsively. He wouldn't rest until he had your number, or kissed you, or better yet, performed obscenities in his room.

Eventually he would rent an apartment to have more privacy for his one night fucks.

Aegon would try to steal Jace's girls — why not?

He's used every drug you can imagine.

He would wake up drunk in the middle of campus.

He's a himbo.

— Aemond ↺

You know that handsome and mysterious guy that you would definitely have a crush on? Well, it's probably Aemond.

Among the areas he could choose, in addition to history and philosophy, I see physics or some impeccable academic career.

Unlike Aegon, the opportunity to run the family business would eventually excite him, so studying business administration is also a high possibility for our boy.

He would attend the best colleges.

He's intimidating at first sight and likes to do things alone, which makes you reluctant to try to get close.

But damn, he's super charming and seems to give off attractive pheromones and you can't pay attention to anything but him.

It's like Edward — you thought he was a vampire too.

He is super stylish and has an impossible presence to divert attention.

He would NEVER live in a frat. The idea of ​​sharing a house with other guys his age is a nightmare. Seven Hells, he thinks he'd throw up at the smell of alcohol, drugs, and bed sheets after sex. Fucking gross.

He would rent an apartment close to university and other things that can enrich his routine.

He goes to some parties (not like Aegon) but getting drunk is not an option.

Maybe he'd try marijuana at a certain point, just to prove it.

He would always be with a book or phone in hand, or just contemplating the environment.

You'd meet him at some party or the library or any other part of college.

He was the best kiss you've had in years.

He makes you feel stupid with his intelligence and eloquence, even if he doesn't mean to. When you tell him you feel inferior, he'd take your hand and grope your face and say there's nothing that makes you any less than him.

— Jace ↺

I confess that choosing an area for Jace was the HARDEST thing about this headcanon, so he was the last.

I see him as a sports guy, but it would hardly go from a hobby. He could do business administration like Aemond to take care of the family business, but I also see him doing architecture. (If you have another option please enlighten me).

He would be a frat boy, BUT, with BIG caveats. He would be the boys' dad, guiding them not to drink too much, use illicit drugs and not take girls to his room (the latter mainly).

He's all sweet, kind, and protective with girls, unlike most frat boys.

He loves parties but tends to stay sober at most of them (sometimes he allows himself to get so fucking crazy and he turns cute and red when he's drunk).

He would smoke marijuana a few times and would definitely be a smiling high. Afterwards he would feel a little guilty.

You would also meet him at some party and be suspicious of him. Respectful, sweet and handsome? Just one low blow to get into your pants.

However, he's kind of hard to resist and by the end of the night he has your number and Instagram. Maybe even an excited kiss.

He's such a great kisser, it's so fucking unfair.

He would take you to a candy store or anywhere you want to go. Totally a good boy who treats you like a queen.

He would try to hide you from Aegon's clutches at family meetings.

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon headcanons #headcanons #aegon targaryen headcanons #aemond targaryen headcanons #modern hotd #modern aemond #modern jace #modern aegon

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Nightmares and cuddles

Self-Aware! Osamu Dazai x GN!Reader x Self-Aware! Oda Sakunosuke

Description: You had a nightmare. Thankfully, two of your new friends are here to help.

Set after BSD cast get into your world.

Cuddle Fluff. Hurt/comfort

Warning: Soft Yandere, if you squint. OOC. English is my second language.

You wake up in the middle of the night.

Your heart is pounding, your breath is heavy, and your hair is wet with sweat.

A nightmare.

You rarely have them. And, to tell the truth, the previous nightmares you had wasn't so vivid. Funny enough, you can't tell, what the nightmare was about. But you are sure, that it was awful.

Maybe, you had too many emotional turmoils for the last couple of days.

First, apparently, BSD characters from your BSD Mayoi game were self-aware. And were self-aware for a long time, (since you finished watching anime and start reading manga/light novels). Few days ago they finally managed to break free and got into your world.

Second, the BSD gang are totally adoring you. Now, you have a bunch of new friends. And, in some cases, new relatives (you are pretty sure, Hirotsu and Melville have adopted you as their new grandchild).

Third, Fitzgerald is planning to buy a new home for you, the one, that can contain all of you. You tried to protect, but Fitzgerald won't listen.

"You are Our Guiding Light, it's the least we can do for you. And don't worry about the money, I have it covered." Fitzgerald grinned and look at you with soft eyes.

Forth, characters have heard you talking about them. About been good people, about treasuring them. You remember tears in Kunikida's eyes, when he told you, how your words help him find his strength again. You remember Atsushi's warm hug, when he thanked you for been sympathetic. There were many thanks and tears when they arrived.

You sit up on your bed. You were still shaking. You felt thirsty and decide to go to the kitchen and have a glass of water.

And, of course, Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu were sitting in the kitchen, having a conversation with hushed voices. They were wearing casual clothes, not their iconic cannon attire.

Most part of the BSD gang, currently, were back in the app. Yes, they were going back and forth, but didn't stay here to sleep. Because there is no way so many people will fit in your apartment. But, Fukuchi insisted, that, at least two of the characters will stay there, with you.

"Because, Little Guiding Light, you need protection. This world is also dangerous. It doesn't matter, if there are no abilities" Fukuchi chuckled and gently pet your head.

Characters changed every night. At first, you were guarded by Atsushi and Akutagawa, then - by Teruko and Tachihara. Today, Dazai and Oda were your guards.

Oda noticed your presence and smile at you. His smile was apologetic.

"Hey, [Y/N], did we wake you up?"

You shake your head and yawn.

"No. I had a nightmare. I will drink some water and go back to sleep."

Oda and Dazai looked concerned. Dazai rushes to your side and carefully led you to the table. Dazai force you to sit down, while Oda takes a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water. Dazai put his hands on your shoulders. Oda came closer with full glass in his arms.

Dazai rubs your shoulders: "A nightmare? Are you alright? What was it about?"

You take the glass from Oda, smile at him gratefully, and take a sip. Then you answered.

"I am fine, maybe a little shaken up. I can't tell, what the nightmare was about. I am sure it was something nasty, but I can't recall any details."

Dazai hums. You continue drinking water. Both Oda and Dazai are silent. The silence was comfortable. You finish your glass of water and put it in the sink. Oda finally spoke:

"Are you sure, you are alright?"

You thought for a moment. Actually, no. You weren't. You sighed:

"No. I am afraid to fall asleep again. I don't want to have nightmares again."

Dazai instantly jump to your side and, after giving you a side hug, proclaims: "Then Odasaku and I will protect you in your sleep!"

You looked at Dazai, puzzled. Oda also doesn't seem to understand, what Dazai want to do. Dazai looked at you. His brown eyes were soft and shined with care and tenderness.

"[Y/N], do you want to cuddle with Oda and I tonight?"

You are sure, that, if Dazai didn't hold you in his arms, you would fall. You. Cuddling with Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke. BSD Fans would eat you and your hat for that chance. And here you are, Dazai himself offers you to be in a middle of cuddle sandwich. You quickly glanced at Oda. He doesn't seem to be bothered by that idea. After Oda noticed your glance, he chuckled: "I am fine with this. [Y/N], you decide."

...

You also are fine with this idea.

"I would like to cuddle with you two tonight"

Dazai's grin became bigger. He almost crushed you in his embrace. Dazai start leading you to your bed. Oda was following after you two.

When you get in your room, Dazai, after removing his shoes, lay down on the far end of your bed and, after turning in your direction, patted the mattress next to him.

"Come here, Guiding Light, you will be warm and cozy.

You were as red as a tomato. You slowly lay down on your bed. Dazai after noticing that you won't scoot closer to him, let out a quiet laugh and hug you himself.

You feel his chest makes contact with your back. Dazai snakes an arm around your midsection. He squeezes you tightly against him and snickers:

"Oda, your turn"

The sheets rumble over your and Dazai's bodies, and your mattress sags gently as Oda climbs aboard it and cover the three of you with a blanket.

Oda scoots closer to Dazai and you. Your head was laying on his chest, he shakes an arm around your shoulders. Dazai buried his face in the back of your neck. You feel Oda's breath on your hair.

"[Y/N], don't worry. Relax, everything is alright"

You lengthen your limbs fully and release tension. You feel warm. You feel safe.

Oda and Dazai cuddle you closer. Oda kissed you on the forehead and Dazai kissed you on the cheek. They said in unison.

"Goodnight, [Y/N]"

You blush and whisper: "Good night, guys"

Soon all of you fell asleep. There were no more nightmares that night.

#bungou stray dogs au #self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #gender neutral reader #bsd anime #yandere #dazai osamu x reader #oda sakunosuke x reader #Self-aware BSD One Shot

[kingscourthouse]

This is a Ren Cinematic Universe moment

Did a quick update on my Ren designs. Note: King RenTheKing isn't included because I don't see him as someone separate from ren himself. Grimm (Demised RenBob) is my own mini au I guess? Don't really know what he would be, but I like to imagine him n Grim are a team in killin'.

If anyone cares, details on them below!

Base things on all of them: All of them have some sort of enchanted band on them with protection. If they were to remove it, they would just be some big dogs. (This way I get both Ren and dog Ren >:D)

Have you seen those glasses without the arms just pinch to your nose bridge? Yeah, they kinda need them. Dog ears lol.

They all have diffrent versions of Ren's facial hair. Obvi Grimm's is based on Renbob's and the others are based on Ren's. Example, Red still has the same shape of stubble like ren, but his is much thicker and a bit messier like his hair.

Their hand nails are all diffrent too if that counts.

Ren: Legit just basic Ren Diggity Dog. Pan flag colours on his ear peircings. Leg coverings are layers of leather that button in the back to keep them from being too damaged while working. Prot band is on his left arm. It's made of netherite so it can't be destroyed...unless he runs into a cactus. Very fluff, is a good boy.

Red (King): Still grey from the death games and curse, but has a bit of colour unlike the demised. His hair is much messier and a bit longer than Ren's. Ears are more pointed like a wolf. When Ren was King, Red made his crown and cape for him. Red still thinks he's better though. Slacks are tighter fit around his knees for movement. ROYAL BLUE BABY- Not a chestplate, but has gold plating around his neck and shoulder that holds his cape. Gold cuffs on his feet because he hated the lack of movement with full leg coverings. Gotta protec those toe beans. Cape is pinned to his sleeve so it moves with him. Very elegant. Prot band on his left hand is a gift from Martyn. Has his symbol so he may always protect his king in some form. Martyn also learned the hard way that Red's cape is basically a giant weighted blanket. How the hell does he carry that?!

(Ren) Bob: Sometimes the hermits call him Rob. Basically a Timmy/Jimmy situation. Again, just basic RenBob. Very flowy clothing. His necklace is a crystal gifted from Impulse back in season 6. He also has earrings made from Grian's feathers he'll wear. They tickle sometimes though, so it's not often. No leg protection. Wants to "Be connected to the world" or whatever he said. Most of his jewlry is wooden. The wooden earrings pull his ears down a bit, but he likes the floppy ears anyway. Prot band is wooden braclet on his right arm. He has a wide variety of goofy cardigans. The egg one is one of his favourites.

(Link to the actual cardigan if you want it)

Grim (Dog): Demised Ren. Kinda like the life games, he has a thirst for death. Maybe not as intense, but he'll sometimes be in a hunting mood. There are tallymarks on his arm are a count of how many he's killed. He's very grateful for the respawn system, he can play these games forever now! Loves very outgoing deaths. Explosions and fireworks are his favourite. NEVER TRUST HIM WITH A CROSSBOW. Prot band is a choker hidden by his hood. Died from fall damage. In death, he invent footwear better than featherfalling to keep him from perishing like that again. (Think long fall boots from Portal. They're shock absorbers.) Has a fear of heights, but he'll never admit that to you. Eyes may look like pure white, but you'll see his iris in a dark room. The iris and pupil glow white, the sclera don't. And yes, his glasses are the shape of coffins.

Grimm (Bob): Demised RenBob! (Rob???) Also gets the urge to kill but prefers not to. When he does, it is much quieter deaths like drowning or suffocation. Grimm prefers to follow around Grim and tend to the dead. Arranging graves, leave flowers, tag you with how you died, that's all him! Died by suffocation. Nobody knows how but Grim. Doesn't talk very much. The most you'll hear is him muttering prayers to the dead. Sometimes he'll also just say a single word and scare the daylights out of somebody. Prot band is a choker beneath his hood aswell. Eyes are just like Grim's; You won't see his iris, but it's there. May not have the weird cardigans like his counterpart, but a few hermits are a fan of his glasses. Tango loves the X glasses. Reminds him of cartoons!

That's all I can think of right now. Any questions? Feel free to ask!

(Suggest more silly cardigans for renbob and I might draw them)

#renthedog #the red king #renbob #Rob??? #grimdog #grimmdog #THE BROTHERS GRIMM??? #The dogs grimm #rentheking #still can't tag well #we'll get there #maybe... #hermitcraft #trafficblr #inthelittlewood #uhhhh #eggs? #kings art

[jacksdinonuggets]

Smol Genderbent AU

I have this AU where only Charlie and Vaggie are genderbent. Lucifer is still Charlie's dad, and Angel is still...Angel. anyways, I just wanted to share a few headcanons i have for them.

~Charlie~

Charlie is one of those dino boys. He loves them and has at least 3 dinosaur plushies. He also really loves the primary color palette. All of his little outfits consist of red, yellow, and blue. no exceptions! He doesn't need diaps, but when he's feeling under 3, he wears them. only the dino print ones! he won't wear any others. if he could have dino print pull-ups, he absolutely would have them, but unfortunately, they only have diaps. Getting him to eat vegetables are really hard. like normal Charlie, Boy Charlie HATES veggies. Lucifer or Vags have to do a lot of convincing to make him eat. Speaking of Lucifer, Lucifer loves caring for his little boy. He and him bond over duckies and dinos. Lucifer tried playing catch with him one day but the boy wasn't feeling big enough to have good reaction times... he had a giant bruise on his forehead for a week. Though, he does love to play outside, unlike normal Charlie. normal Charlie would rather play inside and sometimes outside, Boy Charlie needs to go outside at least once during his regression time. he's also very comfortable with regressing in public and will even be in his little gear! but only if Lucifer or Alastor is with him. they protec. they attac. but most importantly, they make sure he eats snac. Charlie also loves to wear footy pajamas or Overalls. he does get fussy sometimes when he doesn't get his way but will feel bad for being fussy later.

~Vags/Vaggie~

Vags goes by vaggie or Vee, when smol. He's more of an astro boy and loves purple. although, his special interests do switch up from time to time. sometimes its space, sometimes he's neutral, and sometimes he loves sharks. he regresses pretty small but is super embarrassed of accidents. Luckily, Charlie is supportive and they go to pick out diapers together. He has to have his comfort stuffy with him at all times. He also acts like his stuffy is his friend, so whoever is taking care of him, also has to take care of his stuffy. He has a hard time walking so outside is a no-go. Unless you can carry him. but Charlie can't go more than 2 minutes with him in his arms. Vaggie is pretty quite, even when it comes to crying. Normal Vaggie is pretty loud but Boy Vags is quiet. Heaven was full of people who thought that boys shouldn't cry and had a lot of toxic masculinity. So its still hard for him to realize that he can be emotional. He often apologizes for regressing, especially if it was involuntary. Charlie tries to assure him that its okay but he still feels bad. He has chronic back pain from getting his wings ripped out so sometimes when he has bad pain days, he slips. He does a lot of whimpering and curling up in a ball when his pain is bad. Charlie gets ice packs, heating pads, pain meds, and lots of cuddles on these days.

#sfw agere #agere fanfic #agere writing #age regression #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel genderbend #Hazbin hotel Gb #Boy Charlie #Boy vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #genderbend #genderswap #sfw ageredips #padded age regression #paddedagere #agere diaps #sfw diapers #sfw littlespace #agere little #fandom agere

[amazingmaeve]

BONNIE GOLD FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

follow each and everyone of these authors because they take time out of their days to write these AMAZING pieces of work.

also don’t forget to like and comment your love about all of these fics because they deserve it!

next time ➵ @fromforeigntofamiliarity

summary ➵ At the latest gold encampment Bonnie finds Reader bathing in a near by lake.

cursed land ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ Set during Season 4 Bonnie and his pregnant wife have come to Birmingham with the rest of the Gold family to help Thomas Shelby fight the Italians.  His wife has visions cautioning him about staying in Birmingham for too long, but what happens when Bonnie ignores these warnings and gets caught up in the lifestyle promised by the Shelbys? Lots of angst and heartache, but followed up by visions of hope.

angel ➵ @peakyblindersxx

summary ➵ after a fight, you're the only thing on bonnie's mind.

forever and a day ➵ @sinfulshelbys

summary ➵ I finally found a acc that writes good shelby reader fics can you write a shelby sis with bonnie gold

teenagers in love ➵ @sinfulshelbys

summary ➵ Forever and a day part two where the Shelby’s find out about them 💖

i want a baby ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ A slip of your tongue in the middle of sex has you and Bonnie making a life changing decision

desperate times ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After a long day of training, Bonnie comes home exhausted to find you needy for him. Too tired to do much, Bonnie proposes that you ride his thigh to deal with your arousal

heart of gold ➵ @murswrites

summary ➵ You two fought hard for your first date and Bonnie made sure to go all out for you.

young lovers ➵ @lilahisntsadanymore

summary ➵ A special sparkle blinked in Y/n's eyes the first time she met Bonnie Gold. Tommy noticed what's going on, so he helped the love blossom between these two young people.

stay ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ It’s the night before your wedding to Bonnie, but you can’t sleep because of a raging thunderstorm. Despite tradition, he visits you to calm your nerves. 

good luck token ➵ @christinasyellowflowers

summary ➵ You offer Bonnie a small token before the match begins

best christmas gift ever ➵ @peakyblinders1919

summary ➵ The frigid air coming in from the east in conjunction with the stillness brought on by white snow clouds in the sky suggested winter. The smell of firewood, pine, cinnamon-flavored mull whiskey further suggested it was nearly Christmas. It is all strengthened by the songs traveling through the hills from the makeshift band, bored gypsies trying to keep fingers warm and pass time.

raggle taggle ➵ @murderousginger

summary ➵ Bonnie first saw her at the market one morning, fresh faced and beautiful as she looked at fruit to pick and bring home. He knew nothing about her but as sure as he knew every curve of the ring, he wanted to know each curve of her body. Some things just fit and Bonnie knew when he saw her that morning that he would do anything to fit against her like the glove on his hand. Some things were meant to be.

ring girl ii ➵ @blinder-secrets

summary ➵ been wanting to write bonnie since i first saw his lil pasty face!! this ones dedicated to @peachyblinders who summed up my feels with: ‘I just want a cute FLUFFY AF BONNIE IMAGINE he’s tough asf in the ring but then ur his girl so he would protec u to the day he DIES’ xx

maid for you ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ As the youngest maid in Mr. Shelby's house, you can't help but get bored of your job and your fellow employees at times. So when Mr. Shelby throws a party after being in Small Heath for so long, you can't help but mingle with some of the younger guests instead of doing your job

say worse ➵ @zodiyack

summary ➵ omg could u do some soft bonnie gold first time smut???

traditional ➵ @randomoutsiders

summary ➵ “Maybe something about Bonnie dating/marrying a girl that's not a gypsy? Him showing her their traditions.”

opposite attracts ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Bonnie has always been a cheerful person, smiling and joking without a care in the world. So most people would think he'd be attracted to someone just like him. In this case, however, opposites attract

a champions reward ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After watching Bonnie win a fight, Reader decides to give him a reward in the shape of something they've never done before

the shy bride ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ Can you do a Bonnie gold fic where the reader is a Shelby and he has to marry her for a business deal and they end up getting to know each other even tho the reader is all shy and innocent and doesn't really like anyone that isn't family and the golds love her

through the looking glass ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Y/N joins a skeptical Bonnie and his pals on an eerie trek into the woods in search of an alleged haunted house. Little do they know just what awaits them.

ON AO3

these fics ive found on the website ‘archive of our own’. so they will take you out of the app, and give them all the love you can give because they’re BEAUTIFUL.

also I’ll be putting the authors handles here so you can show them some love as well.

burden ➵ himoji

summary ➵ bonnie wants to tell y/n everything before he goes away and regrets keeping the truth to himself.

petrichor ➵ kyloswarstars

summary ➵ Bonnie and you. You and Bonnie. It’s perfect. And then it’s all gone. Grieving is a strange, complicated thing to do and you don’t have a single clue on how to survive without him.

kiss it better ➵ Aimless_inagines_for_fun

summary ➵ Bonnie’s never wanted you to see him in the ring, worried how you’d react

#bonnie gold x reader #bonnie gold #bonnie gold smut #bonnie gold recommendations #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders one shot #peaky blinders recommendations #peaky blinders

[lotrefcp]

Hidden Away - Chapter 3

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 3883

Chapter 3

You had already been at the office for an hour when Messina called the three of you into her office.

“What did you do now?”, you asked the two men as you walked towards Messina’s office.

"I didn't do anything," Murphy replied, raising his hands in a defensive position.

“Messina must have noticed the way you treat me and she's going to pull your ears.”, Javier continued, turning to you.

“Is she going to send us to couples therapy to solve our problems? How exciting.”, you replied.

“And what do I have to do with it?” Steve asked.

“Don't you know? You will serve as a witness of my mistreatment of your friend.”

While playing you arrived at your destination and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Messina said from her chair at the end of the long table.

“Would you like to talk to us?”,  Javier began.

“Close the door and sit down.” The three of you looked at each other not knowing what to expect.

“Colonel Carrillo has information on Blackie's location tonight and has asked the three of you to participate in his operation to catch him.”

“And how did he get this information? Can we trust it?”, Javi asked leaning over the table and on his forearms with his hands clasped together.

“Through a prostitute who was arrested in one of the brothels that Escobar's men tend to frequent. He will be there today.” You tried to hide your urge to laugh, saving the attack for when you left the office. Messina spoke again. "You can go. You have to be ready and in Search Bloc facing Carrillo in half an hour. Good luck."

And so you got up and left towards your desks.

“I can't believe Carrillo got information from a prostitute. Isn't that YOUR specialty?”, you asked Peña. "One day we won't need you for anything."

“Very funny.”, he replied.

“And more, he didn't have to pay for the information. And I don't believe he had to fuck her.”

“You think I fuck them because I have to? I fuck them because I like to. And they don't complain, believe me."

“I knew you were a dog. If one of them passes you something and you start coughing in my face, I'll shoot you."

“Stop it,” Steve interjected. “We have the possibility of catching one of Escobar's closest men. We have to be focused.”

“Always.”, you replied. You all took your weapons and your badges and left the embassy, getting into Peña's jeep.

There were three cars near the brothel waiting for Blackie to arrive. You were closer to the entrance and Carrilho's team was distributed between two vehicles about 500 meters behind. Your mission was to recognize the suspect when he arrived and warn Carrillo to start attacking the brothel. But time went by and nothing happened, not even a sign of the man.

“This doesn't smell good.”, you said from the backseat of the jeep, rubbing your hands together with the stress of the time spent sitting there.

“Calm down.”, Peña replied. "A man's needs don’t have an hour."

“No, Y/N is right. We were told he would be here at 8.30pm and it's after 10pm,” Steve replied.

“I know.”, Peña ended up saying. Eventually he picked up the walkie talkie and talked over to the colonel. “Colonel Carrillo,” Javi said.

"Peña."

“I don't think he's coming today anymore. Either he changed his mind or your informant misled us.”

“Yes, I also think that he will not appear today. Let's stop for today and tomorrow I'll talk to the woman again.”

“Okay, understood. See y…” Javi couldn't finish his sentence. An explosion destroyed one of the vehicles, the one behind the Carrillo's. In Javi's jeep everyone ducked at the noise and tried to figure out what was going on. When you looked back you saw one of the jeeps on fire and ran out in the hope of trying to get some of the men out alive. You closed the doors and, taking your weapons, you lowered yourselves in order to be protected by the jeep from any shots. So did Carrillo and his men who were with him.

“Go, I'll protect you.”, you said to Murphy and Peña.

“Are you sure?” Murphy asked.

“Yes, I got this area.”, you replied. “Go there and help. Use the cars till there to take cover. Go.”, you ended up screaming. They were dragging themselves against the vehicle and looking around while they ran down until they reached the burning car. Meanwhile, you were trying to perceive the presence of someone from the cartel. When looking at the buildings next to the brothel, you saw a glow, the dim light of a lamp reflecting on a metallic surface. You quickly pointed your weapon towards that light, waiting for some movement that would indicate danger. You shifted your position a bit and thus you could see a hand holding a pistol towards Carrillo. You got up a little and moving to your left you took aim again, shooting. Javi and Steve turned around to try to understand what had happened but all they saw was you, on your knees, already without the protection of the car, gun in the air, before they heard the crash of a body falling from a building a little behind them. Soon they ran towards him to see if he had died or if he was still breathing. Carrillo and the others were already doing everything they could to save whoever they could. When they got close to the body lying on the floor, gun in hand, they bent down to feel the pulse.

“He's dead.” Murphy confirmed.

“Who is he?” Peña asked. “Can you recognize him?”

“No, but you know Escobar has men everywhere.”

“Is he dead?”, you asked when you got close to them.

“Yes.”, Peña said . "What happened?"

“I saw the gun reflecting the street light. He was pointing in Carrillo's direction. This was all a trap to catch him.”, you ended up saying. Peña thrust his hand into a window beside him, showing his frustration with an aimless punch.

By the end of the operation three of the Search Bloc men had died in the explosion and the other two were taken to hospital. After having learned from you that everything had been a trap to catch him, Carrillo returned to the quarters. He entered and immediately headed for the cells, still wearing his uniform covered in the blood of his companions. He reached the one at the end of the hall and stopped in front of it.

“So, did you catch him?” asked the prostitute.

In response, Carrillo took his gun and, pointing it at her head, fired a single shot. He walked back out and turned to the first man he came across. “Someone get rid of the body and clean the cell. We're going to need it soon.”

You, Javier and Steve were sitting at your desks, not talking. Javi took out his pack of cigarretes and took out one which he quickly placed between his lips and lit.

“Do you already know how the soldiers who went to the hospital are doing?”, you asked.

“One of them died on the way to the hospital. The other one is stable,” Peña replied. You got up in such a rage that you knocked your chair to the floor, falling backwards behind you.

“I knew something wasn't right. Did they get the wrong vehicle to destroy, or did they take the opportunity to kill a few more of our people while they were trying to catch the colonel?”

“Probably the second option. And they didn't kill anyone else thanks to you.”, said Steve.

“We'll never know,” continued Peña.

“We’ll never know?”, you repeated in a questioning tone. “Why don't you go ask your whores? They must know. Or do you think they spread their legs just for you?”

“Hey, what happened is not my fault. We can never be sure of the information we receive. We always have to be on the lookout.”

"Stop it. Nobody is to blame for anything. We all know that Escobar is always one step ahead of us. If not, we would have caught him a long time ago. What we don't need is clashes between the three of us. It won't help us at all.”, Steve said looking at the two of you.

"Exactly. We have to be ready for the next opportunity.”

“Next opportunity… Why don’t you try to find that next opportunity in someone's cunt?”, and saying that, you took your things and left towards your apartment.

When you got there you threw your suitcase on the couch, put your gun and badge on the table in the living room and went straight to your room. You started to take off your shirt and pants, but before you could undress completely, you fell onto the mattress of the bed, sitting there staring at the white wall in front of you. Your whole body was shaking and your breaths were short and aggressive, something that hadn't happened in a long time. You were used to death, cold before it, burdened with its weight. But used to the death of drug addicts, killed by their own addiction. It were these deaths that took you to Colombia, but these were also the ones that made you unaffected, focused, lonely... But this time there were colleagues who died, shamefully deceived by a criminal without scruples and without limits. And you hadn't done anything to help. You had killed one of them but you didn't prevent the death of 4 other men, surprised by an explosion, in an operation that should have been simple, that should have been quick.

You started trying to control the tremors in your body, breathing more deeply and slowly, trying to calm yourself down. You finally managed to get back on your feet and, taking off your lingerie, you went to take a shower before going to bed, without even having dinner. Sleep didn't come quickly but after many turns on your bed your eyes started to get heavy and you managed to fall asleep.

When Peña arrived at your floor, he stopped near your door and put his ear to it to try to understand if you were awake, but he only heard the silence. He walked into his house, went to the fridge to get a beer and sat down on the couch. He turned on the television and watched it while devouring his drink. A scream reached his ear.

You had just woken up from one of your daily nightmares with a scream that crossed desperately from dream to reality.

Javi ran out of his apartment and was about to knock on your door when he heard some low, barely audible sobs. He stopped the movement of his hand and wondered if he should bother you. You weren’t ok and he didn't want to make your situation worse by his presence.

You were curled up in your own embrace crying softly, in a rush of adrenaline and terror that your nightmare brought. Every night you dreamed, every night you slept badly, but today everything came to the fore, making your body not obey you.You wiped your tears and layed down again, even though you knew sleep wouldn't come back. You didn't even want it to come back.

Javier didn't sleep all night either, on the other side of the wall, trying to figure out if you were okay or if you needed help. And if you needed it, would you want it to come from him?

After spending the night emptying his pack of tobacco, Peña smoked his last cigarette at his bedroom window, his eyes heavy with a sleepless night. Why couldn't he sleep? He hadn't heard anything else coming from your apartment and you've been a headache for him since day one. Why did he care if you were okay or not? You should have slept all night in peace while he was in the living room, between his couch and the wall that separated your apartments in search of any sound. He shook his head and threw the cigarette butt out the window. You are really stupid., he thought to himself as he looked at the street one last time before going to take a shower, but when he looked away into the room he saw you leaving the building and getting into your car, frowning and looking at your feet as you walked. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. It's not even six in the morning and she's already leaving? Maybe, after all, she didn't sleep so well. When I get to the embassy, I'll try to talk to her., he ended up thinking.

When he got there Javi found Murphy finishing his cigarette, putting it out with the sole of his shoe.

“So, you don't feel like working today?”, Javier began.

“It's too hot in there. I'm waiting until the last minute to enter”, Steve replied.

“Well, looks like this is the last minute. Come on, we have a lot of work to do.”

“Don't even remind me. I don't even want to think about all the reports that await us because of yesterday.”

“Neither do I, but they won’t do it themselves,” concluded Peña as the two partners entered the building.

You had already been at your desk for two hours filling in everything that had to be filled out about the operation of the night before. For every sentence you wrote, for every note you pointed out, you remembered everything that had happened like a movie playing in front of you. You finished your work and placed the sheets on the yellow file in front of you, staring at it, your eyes red and swollen and your hand on your forehead holding your head and trying to rub the pain you felt away. That's how Javi and Murphy found you.

“So Y/N, how are you?”, Steve asked looking at your head facing down towards the table. You were startled and gave a little jump in your chair, not noticing their approach. A smile quickly invaded your face. Javier noticed, once again, that change of yours, now seeing how fast and automatic it was.

"Of course. What about you, boys?”, you replied happily.

“Same.”, Steve continued while Peña didn't take his eyes off you, studying your expression, studying your gaze. Your lips and your eyes seemed to be part of two different people. They didn't seem to belong to the same face. “How long have you been here? The file you have in front of you, is that already your report?”, Murphy asked, admired and a little envious.

“Yes it is.”, you replied, bringing it up to your head. I couldn't sleep so I thought it was best to get this over with quickly.”

“And are you sure you're okay?”, Javi included himself in the conversation as he sat in his seat next to you, albeit at a different desk.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I be?”

“Because I heard a scream coming from your apartment tonight.” You panicked. Had he heard your awakening? Did he notice your scream?

"A scream? I don't remember screaming.”

“I'm sure I heard a scream. And it came from your house. And I still heard you...”

“Oh, I remember now.”, you said so that he wouldn't finish what he was saying. “During the night I went to the bathroom and I didn't see the leg of the bed and I stubbed it with my toe. That's why I screamed. I no longer remembered because I was stunned from having just woken up.”

"You are sure?"

"Of course I am. I was there.”, you said starting to raise your voice.

“And then why did you sleep badly?”

"Because of the heat. I'm still not used to this temperature. Do you want a report on my night?”

“So if you stubbed your toe, show it to me.”

""What? Are the prostitutes not enough? Do you also have a foot fetish? Nothing against it but you won't see mine.”, why didn't he give up? You already said you were fine, nothing else needed to be said.

"No wonder he has a foot fetish," said Steve. "I think he has fetishes for all parts of the female body."

“Don't talk shit,” Javi replied. He turned to you again. “I saw you leaving the house today and getting in your car and you weren't limping.”

"Are you serious? I've been shot at hundreds of times, I've broken my ribs more than once, I've been knocked unconscious by blows to the head, I've been stabbed in the stomach... Do you think I would limp because of a toe?", you laughed and got up from your chair towards the ambassador's secretary desk to deliver your report and to try to put an end to the conversation. It couldn't happen again. You had to be able to control yourself. At his table Peña was thinking about what you had said and about the ailments you had been listing. Of course your face changed so quickly. The smile was fake. The real you was the one he saw when you left the house. Your real self, only you knew. Is that why you attack me so much? To divert attention from yourself? To disguise your pain with jokes?

You went back to your desk and took some papers that you had beside you to study the routines of Escobar's sicarios, trying to find another opportunity to catch one of them. A real opportunity, not a trap.

It was one in the afternoon when your stomach started making noises.

“Well, I'm going to the cafeteria to eat something. I can't even look at these papers anymore. I only see meaningless letters.” Steve was still hovering over the report.

“How did you get yours done so quickly? Wouldn't you like to help out here?"

“I did it fast because I wasn't always stopping to crack a few jokes. Go on, the work is good for you.”

“I'll go with you.”, Javi said. “I've already finished mine and I'm hungry too. We can keep each other company.”

"What?"

“I'll go with you. If we're both going to eat why can't we do it together?"

“Because I digest my food better when I'm alone?”, you answered in the form of a question because you knew it was a ridiculous reason. I'm really stupid.

“Don't worry, if you feel sick I'll make you some tea to calm your stomach.”

“Do you know how to make tea?”, Steve laughed.

"Anyway. Well, let's go?”, he ended up saying taking his coat that was on the back of his chair.

“It seems so.”, and so you went together, trying to stay in front of him but soon he was at your side.

You sat at the table with your trays. You still hadn't managed to pick up the cutlery when Javier started talking. Or trying.

“Cariño, I wanted to...”

“What did you call me?”

“Cariño, why? You don’t like it?"

"No. I have a name. And I'm sick of hearing you call every woman in the office by cariño. You won't do it to me. They can all drool over the nickname but not me. Is it part of your conquest tactic? Oh si, cariño. Si.” Javier started to laugh.

"No, it's just a friendly way to treat a woman."

"Friendly? I am very friendly with people who call me by my name.”

“Okay, I get it, no more affection.”

"OK."

“But back to what I was saying. Y/N, I wanted to apologize for this morning. I shouldn't have upset you about the screaming thing. If you say it was nothing, then it was nothing.”

"It was nothing."

"Exactly. But hey, I wanted to apologize for that.”

“I pardon you. Happy?"

"No way. As an apology, I want to invite you to dinner at my house tonight.” You choked on your food when you heard the invitation.

“I told you I could digest better on my own.”, you said while trying to get back to your normal speech. "What did you say? Me? Me in your house?”

“Sure, what's the problem?”

“The problem is me, dinner, your house. Those words don't fit together."

“Come on Y/N, don't be like that. I extended an olive branch. Why don't you accept it? You might even become a fan of my apartment, of what I have to offer. What do you say?” And with that he started to put his leg on yours. You didn't know what to say but after thinking a bit you answered with a smile on your lips. "And why not? I accept. That’s a date, Peña.”

“Why do you never call me Javi like everyone else?” he asked. You leaned over a little more towards him and, also brushing your leg against his under the table, you answered. “I like to feel the name Peña rolling through my mouth, the movement of the tongue, the pressure of the lips against each other.”

“Okay, you can call me whatever you want.”, Javi said feeling his body heat up with the way you moved your lips so close to his face, with the feel of your shoe between his legs.

“I know.”, you winked and started to eat.

Peña kept looking at his watch, trying to figure out if there was still a lot to go before the time you had set for dinner. In fact he had nothing for you to eat. With your reaction to the conversation he knew that your visit would not allow time for meals. You would be busy with other things. He was wearing black pants, tight as usual, and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons undone. In one hand a cigarette and in the other a beer. He finally heard a knock on the door.

"Hola car..." He stopped talking suddenly when he realized that you weren't alone as he expected. Murphy and Connie were with you.

“Hello everyone, what a surprise. You’re here", he started, looking at you and realizing the laughter you were trying to contain.

"Yes, of course," said Connie. “I couldn't believe it when Y/N said you had invited us to dinner.”

“Yes, it was weird. You've never invited us to your house before,” Murphy continued.

“Yes, it is weird.”, Javi said in a low voice as he continued to look at you.

“I think he's getting soft.”, you joked, trying to hide your laughter. “He now also opens the door to his neighbors and not just to his informants.”, you continued with a wink.

“But don't worry”, Connie spoke again, “We know you can't cook, so we brought food. Made by me."

He finally saw the pots you were holding.

“I can see that,” Javi said.

"Then we'd better get in before the food gets cold," concluded Connie.

“Of course, we don't want anything to get cold. Some things have already lost all the heat they had to lose,” he grunted as he gave you a sideways look.

You were overjoyed for making a fool out of him. Everyone entered and the door was closed.

TAG: @ttupelohoneyy

#pedro pascal #narcos #javier pena smut #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier peña

[risingfire17-the-weeb-trash]

List 7 reason why you ship Amuto lol 👀

Someone's looking for inspiration for the fic she promised me lolololol Ok I gotchu!!!!

He protec...like seriously I've lost count of how many times he's saved her life DESPITE being with Easter, her enemy! My favorite is when Easter traps her in that greenhouse and he knows where she's going to be before anyone else and rescues her! And when they both jump to catch the embryo and fall, presumably to their deaths, and he uses his body to shield her as much as he can.

She's the bright and shiny manic pixie dream girl he needs (I'm a slut for that trope ok don't @ me! TT_TT)

When he's hurt or in trouble, she's the one he goes to for help, (instead of Easter or his sister) because he has faith in her. And even if she's mad at him, she worries for him and goes out of her way to make sure he's ok.

She can tell when he's hurting or acting against his will, even when others can't and get mad at him. It's why she refused to fight him when Easter fused him with an X egg to control him.

Despite wanting to be close to her, he knows when his presence will hurt her and makes sure that doesn't happen (when he tricked Tadase to anger Amu so Easter didn't make trouble for her family for helping him)

He changes for her, from buying snacks to apologize for the broken tarts to defying Easter to protect her. His confession is an age-appropriate kiss on the cheek and then taking off and sorting himself out while he waits for her to grow up. When he comes back to visit, instead of sneaking into her room like he once did, he gets permission to visit from her parents (Look at him building a good relationship with his in-laws!)

Let's be real, he's hot and smooth af, and look at her blush! She knows it too!

#shugo chara #amu x ikuto #amuto #hinamori amu #tsukiyomi ikuto #anime #feels #cute ship #i don't care if it's problematic #it's fiction i can ship it all i want #they're canon in the manga so it's ok #everything's fine #we're fine #this is fine

[redheadspark]

Hi!! I love your writing and would love to put in a request! #9 for the scene prompts and #17 for the dialogue prompts with werewolf!Jack Russell 🧡🧡🧡

A/N: I love this! Thank you for requesting, anon!

Protector

Summary: Jack is protective of you, even while camping out in the woods.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

"Jack, come back inside,"

"I thought I heard something,"

You are perched on top of your sleeping bag, watching with an amused look as jack was standing outside the tent, looking around with some concern in his stance and in his eyes. You just waited, gathering your blanket over your shoulders and seeing the darkness of the night right outside the tent that you both were sharing. The bonfire was slowing down and becoming embers, the stars were massively bright with the crescent moon hanging low over the mountains not too far away, and the crisp scent of pine was all around you along with the scent of your freshly washed laundry and blankets.

You thought of bringing Jack out camping for the night would help him unwind and relax, given he's been tense with his past few transformations under the moon. You could see it on his face the morning after when he would fall back into bed with you, the tension in his shoulders and the soft scratches and marks along his arms and legs. It was hard to you, not being able to help him or protect him since he would refuse your aid.

Jack knew how dangerous it would be for you to be around him when he was riled up or when the full moon was around the corner. You accepting his werewolf transformation along was a shock for Jack and he was petrified with the thought of you being in his life since he already assumed that your life would constantly be a risk.

Yet months and months later, you stayed with him, and he was grateful.

You both were each other's anchors through trials and setbacks. HIs heart was far too big and tender for you to break, and you tried to nurse and nourish it when you knew it was fragile. Jack did the same for you too, considerate and caring lover who would never one crossed you or treated you wrong. Your relationship was good, although bizarre at times given his condition, but still good. So to have some time away from the real world with Jack, it was rare but needed.

Yet Jack was always on his guard.

"Come on, honey. It's okay," You said to him again, seeing him look back and forth around the campsite, "I think it was a small creature, which I doubt is a threat,"

Jack sighed finally, calming himself down for a moment before he crawled back into the tent. Zipping up the door behind him, he crawled over to where you were, seeing you were bundled in your blanket and reached over to warm your hands with his rougher hands.

"This is supposed to be your time to relax," You reminded him as he was warming your hands up, "The last two full moons were a rough on you and I'm worried that you're too tense,"

"I can't help it, Mi Amor," He explained to you as you rushed his hands with your thumbs, "It's hard to unwind and be present when I know I can do better with my transformation,"

"Those transformations you cannot control," You reassured him, your black manicured fingers that were littered with tiny rings was such a contrast with his own fingers, "You've gotten better with them over the months, and I can see how you're trying to make it less hectic. But you can't control all of it, okay?"

Jack nodded, drinking in what you were saying to him. Perhaps he was used to going through those mental battles alone, he had to since he was afraid of hurting others that were too close. But when you came into his life, you would tell him that he was enough. All that work he did to himself had to be smoothed down and less jagged, less painful and critical on himself. You used your soothing words and calming gestures, holding his hand and giving him the kindest smiles, Jack inwardly was craving all of those things from another person.

You were a gift to you, and gift he would protect with his life.

"It's a gorgeous night, isn't it?" You asked him, getting his mind back to the present as you both looked up at the top of the ten, an opening with a mesh netting present to show the sky high above you two. You pulled Jack down to lay together on your sleeping bag, Jack's arms around you as your heads were slightly touching and your eyes were searching the heavens that were present for you. The constellations that were seen seemed like beautiful jewels, twinkling to give the mountains and blue glow. The calming sounds floated by, chirps from the bugs and the soft rustling from the trees made everything calm.

"Thank you for this, my love," He said to you, having you look over at him as he peered into your eyes, "I needed this, and to have it with you make me feel whole,"

"I've only ever wanted to bring you peace," You explained to Jack, feeling him reach over to cradle your face with one hand as the other was holding you close, "You need it more."

"No, I have peace with you simply being with me," he calmly said, leaning over to kiss you soundly and have you melt. You leaned into him bit more, feeling him move his lips alongside yours with smoothness and clarity. You loved this side of Jack: the calm and gentleness that was buried deep and in the shadows of his pain and torment. But to see this side that would blossom in front of you, it was rare and an honor.

You remembered the first time he told you about him being a werewolf, how petrified he was in thinking you would leave him. Even the looks in his eyes showed pain and was ready for rejection, but they shined when you kissed him instead. He was shocked, almost like cold water was poured over his head as you moved back and stared at him softly with no remorse on your face.

"But after all I told you," He stuttered, "Are you scared? Scared of what I could do?"

"No," You answered with no hesitation, "Because I know deep down you are far more capable of goodness,"

Jack had silent tears as he kissed you hotly right after you said that, sealing your fate and your heart to him.

It was the same that night, under the stars and in that tent as you two kissed. Jack's happiness and kindness outshined the shadow that will always haunt him.

You would be there, being the small amount of light that he would need to chase the shadows away.

The End.

Tagged: @heartofwritiing

Halloween Prompts

#jack russell x reader #jack russell x y/n #jack russell x you #jack russell x fem!reader #jack russell #werewolf by night fanfiction #werewolf by night x reader #werewolf by night #marvel cinematic universe #marvel cinematic fanfiction #mcu writing #mcu fanfiction #mcu phase 4

[dark-elf-writes]

WHAT IF OBORO LIVED AND WAS LIVING EVERY HIMBOS DREAM OF BAGGING A MILF AND TRIPPED HIS WAY INTO BEING IZUKU’S STEP DAD AND POST

Let's do this 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

-(he is enraptured.)

Oboro, the ultimate simp.

-(all tangled hair and pillow lines on her face)

I know this man thought that she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in that moment. Like wanted a full blown painting of the way she looked.

-(one of his shirts to replace the one he got a little too excited to deal with the buttons of last night that hangs off of her)

Not sure who the friend is (Mitsuki? just based on canon, it's unclear) but I know for damn sure that she got pummeled with questions the millisecond she walked in the door.

-(Which yeah of course he is. That’s what moms are supposed to do, right?)

THIS MAN GETS IT!!!! We looooove him!!!!! Like this energy of parent gotta parent right? Like that a thing that just is? ahahah

-(“He’s quirkless”

He’s heard the whispers about what happens to quirkless kids and teens from other heroes,)

OOOOF like the amount of statistics and lived experience that must have flashed through his head at that moment. I know his hero brain went protec baby

-(times.)

I'm intrigued gooo ooooooon

-(And then, eventually, he meets Izuku. A timid little thing. All of seven years old)

Okay so some of my favorite fanart is little Izuku. Like they're always portrayed as positively tiny and the fact that Oboro is like seven foot tall and a scarred pro hero looking down at the itty bitty baby. I can only picture him looking down at Izuku before straight dropping to the floor to be on their level(also completely destroyed by the cute).

just

the woman he's already entirely smitten with and her tiny mini me in front of him. Never stood a chance.

-(He wants this.)

Understandable. As you should good sir

-('HOUSE HUSBAND OBORO, MALEWIFE OBORO')

rhtngjrakhuriwalngbjdksal I can't this entire ask!!!!!!

Like the image of this giant man in an apron that is meant for a 5'1" woman is fucking priceless, but the care of him making them meals and I just know that Inko became the most popular person at work for the next month solely for the gossip.(before things took a turn) Plus matching Izuku's socks by hero team up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love it so much!!!!!

-(DadOboro introducing his son to his best friends and little fanboy Izuku’s reaction)

I feel like this is a requirement. I think I need to learn to draw at this point, I 'll pencil it in somewhere, because I need to see this visually almost as much as I need caffeine.

-(when Oboro plops down on the couch next to him one day and asks if Izuku comfortable meeting them)

Oboro, my love, of course your fankid is going to lose their absolute shit at the opportunity. So cavalier about it, just drop next to them like hey, let me make all of your dreams come true.

~I have a weird thing about cavalier announcements about big things. My dad sorted my mail when he told me he had cancer the first time, like while he was talking. It left a mark😅😅 I need you to be as serious as what you are telling me is!!!~

-(the closest Tenya has ever gotten to a tantrum is when the train broke down and nearly made him late to daycare.)

djegilhaekagyhjaklefnrethro 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 If this isn't the most accurate descriptor of the little Iida oh my god

-(He asks Tenya about his favorite hero.)

The fact that these men have to come to terms with the fact that their biggest fans are giant hero fanboys(kids) that live in their house. AHAHAHAHA I know Shouta and Hizashi gave them sooo much shit for it. Only for the tables to turn later.

-(Shouta is very clearly A Favorite(tm))

As he should be. I come to the decision that if you don't like Shouta, I don't trust you. But for him to be Izuku's idol as a hero osdjkahgejkwabngmdfmaluigj.

-(Shouta looks in a mirror with Erasure in because he was laughing too hard and please won’t you tell me?)

I need to know this. like seriously 🤣🤣🤣 '

-(There’s not so much of a gender crisis that night as a gender revelation.)

Oh the impact of Hizashi *my heart*

-(Oboro Vs. Izuku’s elementary school.)

I need a whole stage production of this. Like broadway level. Complete with songs.

-(they won’t look at him when they say they forgot it at school.)

Those aren't flags anymore, that's a banner on a plane, that's sky writing, that a billboard on the interstate. Oh honey....

-(The man working the desk in the office sneers)

and that's a one way ticket to the hospital with a broken jaw. Oboro is absolutely making up a story to cover for Inko here. Because I know for damn sure he taught her how to knock someone on their ass. "He tripped, and fell straight into her fist, it was the oddest thing. And sorry about the security cameras, lost control of my quirk for a second, can't see a damn thing through the clouds. My bad"

-(if he doesn’t see his kid right now something very bad is going to happen.)

Oof that intuition must suck sometimes my guy.

-Okay soo the fact that the guy was just like fine whatever go, without checking paperwork is absolutely infuriating to me, as someone who (as a services provider) had to be escorted to the room I was meeting someone in 🤬🤬

But the absolute joy that Oboro felt when Inko made him official on the paperwork. Oh my goooooooood

-(Izuku sits at a table alone covered in trash and scraps clearly not left by them.

Then Izuku reaches for their pencil case, battered and mostly empty even though Oboro just bought them new pens and pencils a week ago, and he sees the red mark on their wrist when their sleeve moves.)

Oboro will level the school. It will look just like this. dramatic effect and all. Inko hit the detonator(she wouldn't have managed to stand through the force generated)

-(They were even less prepared for a Incredibly Pissed Inko Midoriya still in her scrubs from the hospital to descend on them with all the wrath of a mother bear protecting her cub.)

As much as I love a good, bad mom Inko Aizawa adopts Izuku story, there's something so special about empowered momma bear Inko. Just perfection.

-(has him call up Tensei so they can start the transfer to Tenya’s school that night)

That stings the pride. Oh sweets, I'm sorry😭😭😭

-(Imagine the sludge villain attack still happening years down the line. Imagine the conversation with All Might being mostly the same. Imagine, alone and heartbroken and on a roof, Izuku hits the emergency beacon their dad gave him with a promise to always come if they needed him.

Imagine Oboro’s rage when he finally hears what happened.)

djgavjkghalngjekwargh FUCK YESSSSS ♾️/10 no notes. Need it like I need oxygen. please please please and thank you brilliant one.

-(Thinking about the combined ADHD energy of the two of them leading to flour and mess everywhere but they’re laughing and hushing each other so they don’t wake Inko up.)

IF THAT ISN"T THE SWEETEST GODDAMN MENTAL IMAGE ON THIS GODFORSAKEN EARTH SDHJGHRJKEGSJDKghjkelsngjial

Art! Art!!! I neeeeeeed it!!!

-(when they get more serious he helps her divorce Hisashi, does this happen and how does he react?)

*maniacal cackling* of course it does... and he must suffer 😈😈

-(Endeavor once made a snide comment but got quiet real quick when Oboro asked how much older he was than his wife.)

Fuck Endeavor. I hope someone empties multiple fire extinguishers on him on live television, before someone(Oboro) punts him off a cliff like he's aiming for a field goal. Scorecards are necessary.

-(Particularly after he cuts the “locker room talk” real short)

Gentlemen of the internet, take note. Locker room talk is bullshit when it's about femme presenting folks!!!!

- (She knows that there’s a type that men like Oboro tend to chase after and it’s not her. She’s short, has packed on a few pounds between late shifts and being a single mom, and while she sees herself as pretty she’s no model.)

Fuck beauty standards. That man would cause hurricanes to protect her. And Inko has MILF energy 💯

-(And he chose her. Time and time again)

^^^ Me when reading this

-(Oboro chose her, respected her, loved her and at the end of the day that was all that mattered.)

👏👏👏

-(It hurt, however, when Mitsuki pulled away.)

Ouch, like I find the canonical Bakugou family dynamics interesting as hell, but Mitsuki is always a wild card to me. Masaru seems to be much calmer. But this hurts. Like there's nothing like a friend to stab you in the back like this to leave scars that never fully heal and split open with just the slightest pressure.

-(Hizashi alone was responsible for the end of no less than fifteen journalists’ careers and Nezu sunk so many gossip rags and talk shows that he is the Macbeth of the industry.)

We love a social powerhouse or two.

-(He had all but forgotten his wife and kid. Had moved on. Then he gets served divorce papers and his perfect little fantasy shatters around him.)

Just desserts mother fucker!!!!!

-(I want to talk to my wife”

“Who?”

“Midoriya. Inko.”

“Oh I think you mean my future wife.”)

jfkgavnrjskdgh mcvjakghsjbnjef YYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

-(So when Hisashi figures out Inko’s address (cough stalks her cough) and Oboro opens the door still half in costume with his bow staff draped over his shoulders and a scowl on his face because Inko definitely clocked that she was being followed and he has no patience for anyone that upsets his family)

Oh Oboro absolutely got laid that night. Izuku suddenly had a sleepover somewhere and Inko absolutely leapt on that ass. Not because she needed defending noooo, but the primitive hindbrain said fuck yes, to the impeccable specimen of a man intimidating the fuck out of the weasel that made her and her child's lives miserable for years.

-(squaring up with some low ranked hero)

She'd win. Hands down, no quirks necessary. Nope. My money's on her, any other bet is a sucker's bet. The rooftops found the popcorn and have scorecards ready and waiting for the absolute smack down

-So the combination of OfA and a big fucking stick still makes me cackle. Feral Izuku getting Yagi's attention and him pedo creepy stalking this fucking child home to use their fucked up power imbalance and pass along the quirk. Izuku should not be allowed to make big decisions without a full committee hearing.

-(she is going to shove her foot so far up the number one hero’s ass that he is going to be tasting her laces for the rest of his damn life.

Oboro breaks his jaw the next day.)

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAGUJKAGSKDGHNJKWALGNF Something about this landed just right to me and I fucking lost it reading that. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(BONK BONK BONK BONK)

Nothing further. No notes. Perfection. B O N K🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(I know I said that the experience of being hunted by the rooftops and Inko was unique but for Yagi it is becoming distressingly common.)

Okay but like, he should be terrified of Inko. Not just because she is Momma. But because she has multiple pro heroes that would actively cover up her crimes. Like you will never convince me that if it was for Izuku, any of the Rooftops would stop her. Noooo they would help her hide the evidence/body.

-(Oboro is very much the “actually sit on my face and if I die, I die doing what I love” Kind of man.)

As he should be.

-(ittle Zuku at maybe like ten at one of the galas Oboro has to go to in a cute little dress and sneakers)

art i neeeeeed aaarrrrttt

I can make king size blankets with a hook and string, I can make booties and hats. I can bind books, but I can't draw anything more than a stick figure and I'm so fucking angry about it.

Like everything about the gala is fucking perfection. Izuku standing on Oboro's feet when dancing, tiny sneakers and their giant counterparts. The Todoroki kids death glaring their father. Attempts at a waltz. Oh my god hgdjahterjaklnvfjkdalghuer

-"Found a stick on the ground" will forever be the best in universe joke of this AU. Because not only will Oboro never let it die, Izuku has got to make troll videos using the sound and stealing Oboro's staff. Like the idea of them with social media is amazing but like can you imagine. Oboro comes home and Izuku is very much playing it cool, only to be asked, "do you have any idea about why I may have been called in by my agency's PR department today?" Izuku "nope" runs for it.

-(Hisashi gets every headline of the three of them sent to him in triplicate.)

gkveajnrgjeaklngj AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SUFFER@!!!!!!!f

-Everything about the engagement and wedding. EVERYTHING I don't have wooooorrrdsss. Like the proposal is fantastic. Big on family, but small and of course there has to be glitter! And the backyard wedding with Flower Child Izuku turning petals into weapons. And the viral reception videos. I would pay money to see those actually

-Tattooed Oboro hhhnnnnnnggghhh OjgkahgrjklSOH MY GOD Yes. Please. Papaboro with the markers and bonding and looking fine as hell in the process and the earning of the baby's truuuussttt

-(Hizashi stumbles a cross a sad purple child while out on patrol and takes him home and suddenly Izuku has a cousin.

Oboro goes full gender reveal “It’s a boy”

Ten year old Hitoshi realizes he is the only sane member of his new family real quick.)

Okay but is he though??? 😁😁😁 I love this though. sososoooo much. Like they give each other a ton of shit but Oboro must've went full fun uncle in .02 seconds and Izuku had to have their first three sleepovers planned in his notebook before the party even started(the confidence is there people!!!)

And confetti cannons!!!!!!!

-Okay so the word prompts are great and the idea of Oboro and Hizashi both constantly losing staring contests to Shouta (who's quirk relies entire on his ability to keep his eyes open) is priceless. I know Nemuri just called them idiots and said, 'I know a losing battle when I see one'

and the home prompt!!! Like oh my god. Is that to Inko? Or Oboro? Either way I'm here for it but I'm super fucking excited for the context.

and (some unholy intersection between traumatized kids clinging to the only sources of comfort and stability they had ever known and disgruntled siblings shoved into the back seat of a cramped car for a ten hour road trip, one stray elbow away from outright bloodshed.)

nghjeaklgnjreaghrjkagn ahahahahhahahahahahahah fucking accurate. My parents specifically bought a van that had a dvd player to try to stop of from fighting and it still didn't work. Alll the sibling energy here!!!!!!

AAAAAHHHHH I love this AU so much. Like Izuku deserve a dad that will go to bat for them every time. Including breaking the number one hero's jaw. And a crew of aunt, uncles and Bibi that will have an open door and a training schedule for them whenever they want. I'd also love to see Hitoshi brainwash Bakugou into punching himself in the face when they get to UA(when he makes the mistake of calling Izuku Deku), before that pomeranian is thrown in mandatory therapy from now until eternity.

I'm seriously so excited for this to come to life someday. Like it's going to be so fantastic!!!!

❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is another one I keep wanting to come back to. I’ve had like 90% of a chapter (and most of a smut oneshot) written for this forever but I for the life of me cannot get it finished. I will definitely come back to it though I love it so much.

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #pretty young thing au

[asknickduvalx]

wait, is that NICHOLAS ‘NICK’ DUVAL? they kinda look a lot like JOSHUA BASSETT, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY year old is known as the HUMANIST around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in NO GLEE CLUB which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re +BENEVOLENT, but don’t be fooled since they’re also -RESERVED. rumor has it, you can find them at BASEBALL, CHEERIOS, DRAMA, FIGHT CLUB when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around A GUITAR, NOTEBOOK, AND MULTIPLE PAIRS OF DANCE SHOES - OUT OF SIGHT IN YOUR CLOSET BUT NEVER OUT OF YOUR MIND, MISSING FOR SOMETHING - OR SOMEONE - NO LONGER THERE, SHARING AN AFFECTION AMONGST FRIENDS but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

���� auditioning with: nothing. "i can't sing." a little white lie to conceal the true reason and allow him an easy escape to continue on his way.

(MORE BELOW THE CUT)

TRIGGER FOR PARENTAL DEATH - for as long as nick can remember, he loved performing. in his younger years, he was a frequent participant in community theatre and talent shows as part of a band with either his older siblings or a group of friends. there was nothing like the adrenaline rush following a successful show, the camaraderie with cast and crew mates or friendly competition amongst other people showing off their talents, or the electricity in the air that came from connection with an audience. then the summer before nick’s freshman year of high school, his dad suddenly passed away and seemed to take his love of performing with him. to this day, nick hasn’t uttered a note in public nor has he touched an instrument and he usually serves as a crew member in the drama club.

so, how did nick end up at an arts college considering his unofficial and seemingly permanent retirement from performing? easy. the first factor came in the form of his scholarships, one for academics and the others from the various sports he participated in whilst in high school. the second factor comes from a desire for stability. one day nick will be ready for adventures and to see what the wider world has to offer, but right now, it is an incredible comfort to know that his family is nearby and ready to provide aid while he steps into proper adult life. plus, who says that one needs to attend a more traditional college in order to gain useful skills and a fulfilling education?

being a class clown and prankster comes as easily as breathing to nick. he has loved making people laugh and smile since he was young which has only grown as he has gotten older. however, this particular trait is simultaneously akin to being a suit of armor for nick. not only is he able to verbally spar with the best of them, being one of the resident comedians can obscure signs of something being wrong to untrained eyes. there are people who need the attention and aid more during their times of need, plus nick does not wish to be a reason someone he cares about is worried.

nick is pansexual! only thing that matters to him is positive vibes and fun times with his current romantic interest! however, he is also known to err on the side of caution when it comes to dating due to his familiarity with heartache in the form of either break ups or by death coming along and parting couples way on down the road. so he tends to stick with occasional one night stands or friends with benefits types of situations nowadays.

the duval family is comfortably wealthy thanks to their old money roots. nick has never been the sort of person to flaunt these riches, but will never pass up an opportunity to send funds in support of a good cause or to treat his friends with delicious meals or gifts. he doesn’t view it as charity and would never force it on someone. nick is simply a guy who is happy to help however he can, treat his friends, and utilize his resources for worthy reasons.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend

crush

friends with benefits / secret hook ups

confidant

exes on good terms

exes on bad terms

someone nick is protective of

enemies

#wmacintro #tw parental death

[tbgkaru-woh]

me and my sis just got through the main couple divorcing and then reconciling while they rescue their perfect baby boy (we love chengling so much, baby boy deserves the world, protec him). stupid a-xu has finally dropped his whole tsundere act and we are loving watching him just be unapologetically affectionate at people its so fucking great. heroes conference is coming up soon~ shits def gonna hit the fan~ (also lmfao 'philanthropist wen's' whole crazy bender after he got dumped was so great, i love watching him go unhinged, its fantastic~)

ah yes, one of their many break ups without actually being a couple, love these two idiots! word of honor has all the warm and fuzzy feelings in it, it's like a queer slice of life that sometimes has many old people wasting your time and few murders in it :') can't wait for you to meet few other characters! the scorpions and the ghosts are so entertaining in their unapologeticly dramatic schemes. and then of course my beloved 20+ year old grandpa!!!

i'm so happy to see you're having a good time you have no idea ♥

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Mass generally isn't overly showy when he cares about someone. The small things matter to him- making sure they're okay, or maybe a hug here and there.

The main way it really shows to others is that Mass gets protective of those cares about. He can't stand the thought of someone he cares about getting hurt.

Extra angst points: Mass is confused when someone is protective over him, because "I can very well take care of myself, I'm fine".

Awwww that’s kinda cute!!

Mass when someone he loves "needs" protection: I protec I attac with the fury of 1000 suns 👹👹👹

Also Mass when someone gives him the same treatment:

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt massachusetts #wttsh #wttsh massachusetts