#and reader is just . on the brink of a panic attack anytime he says or does anything even remotely similar to toji

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i am once again thinking of my little role reversal au curse user!reader…… and their dynamics with the students…..,,,. they make me insane 😔

they’re just. sooooo bitter. such a hater. they have the most insane toji-ptsd-induced beef with megumi and maki…….. it’s worst with megumi. they’re so mean to him for no reason. pulling out their biggest demon dog curse just so they can taunt him for “taking his little puppies out on a walk”……… they have that dynamic with maki too but it’s a lot more rooted in maki being a non-sorcerer in their eyes. and i think they end up rooting for her eventually…. they’ll never admit it though. but when she kills the zenin clan they’re there with the smuggest look on their face <3333

but with megumi, that sense of something almost playful isn’t there at all. they look at him and all they can think of is the scar on their neck, warm blood weighing them down, satoru’s and suguru’s half-dead bodies….. they look at him and they see toji. so they can’t help but hate him. they’re especially snarky with him just to hide how terrified they are.

the other second years are . a different story 😭 they don’t care about inumaki and panda. regularly forget they exist. rip. and i think they’re a little embarrassed to be around yuuta because he beat them LMAO…. but they also have a weird kinship going on. yuuta absolutely loathes them for hurting his friends and they’re just like :)) try me. do it. do it. you’re the same as me. JUST to piss him off…. suguru doesn’t let them be in the same room without adult supervision because otherwise they WILL be walking out with broken bones . they’re both unhinged.

but then we have nobara and yuji :(((((( who are their soft spots. yuji reminds them so much of suguru as a teen. they can’t help but love him. they want to protect him. same thing w nobara….. she reminds them of the way satoru used to be. reader is soooo protective over them both but in a kind of gruff way…. it’s really obvious that they care though!!! they want them to be safe. they want them to have a better childhood than they had. ….. although. well. i don’t think nobara likes them very much 😭 yuji is more open-minded.

and finally there’s nanako and mimiko . which is just. yeah. lots and lots and lots of bitterness from both sides <33333 nanamimi hate them for hurting suguru, and they hate nanamimi for being little brats. it’s all bark and no bite because reader wouldn’t actually hurt suguru’s precious daughters, but . like. they kinda want to sometimes 😭 they’re maybe just a little bit jealous . coming back only to find out that suguru has two daughters, that he saved them and protected them but let reader slip away……. they don’t want to acknowledge that part of it but. it’s there. and nanamimi is DOUBLE the jealousy because??? whyyy is suguru-sensei so in love with you. why does he keep loving you despite what you’ve done. why can’t he move on and meet someone else? someone better?

…. all three of them are aware that reader’s holding him back, reader included. there’s a silent understanding there. and i think it eventually develops into a mutual respect. suguru loves reader, so nanamimi grows to love them too. and reader doesn’t really get a choice in the matter when they’re so similar to their father…. sniffle. they’re found family :(((((( reader is the best/worst guardian figure ever . nanako gets a bf in the future and reader casually asks if she’d like them to kill him after they break up <3333 (which isn’t. that different from suguru’s response lmao)

I’M JUST . thinking …. about them …….. maybe one day i’ll actually write this fic instead of daydreaming about it 😭😭😭 i love my bitter reader so bad!!!

[tom-hiddleston-imagines]

I've send you this before when I didn't realize that requests are closed. Tom and Y/N pretend to get along even to they hate each other because Tom is about to get married to the reader's sister. - Requested by Anon

Title: Your Least Favorite Person

Chapter No./One-Shot: One-Shot

Author: EAL

Original Imagine: none

Notes: No real notes on this one. Just hope you like it. I made the wedding part of the story. ;)

The doorbell rang and your mother hurried to open the door. It was a few days before your sister’s wedding and your parents wanted to go over the last details with the groom and bride. Which resulted in the groom staying over for dinner tonight. The groom… Tom Hiddleston... The thought of him alone made your skin crawl. Why so many people were drooling over him, you couldn’t understand. He wasn’t too horrible to look at that was true, but still there was something about him you couldn’t stand. Maybe some sort of superiority complex because he’s a big shot actor.

These were the moments you wished you already had a flat of your own. That way you wouldn’t have to deal with him except for those few mandatory family moments a year. But you loved your sister very much so you have always pretended to like Tom, for her sake. And he always did the same. You knew he wasn’t fond of you either but ‘Mr.-I-am-the-perfect-son-in-law-and-always-a-gentleman’ managed to be polite and pretend he liked you every time.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he greeted you as he entered the living room. “Hello Tom,” you gave him your prettiest smile as your sister came over to give you a hug. “Dinner’s ready!” that announcement from your mom was enough to get everyone to get up and take place at the dinner table. Your parents started going over the last details for the wedding with your sister. Tom glanced quickly at you and even in that brief moment you could see he didn’t like you sitting at the table while those things are being discussed. You gave him a quick dirty look and excused yourself as soon as you finished your dinner.

XXX

The Wedding Day was there and your sister had a slight panic attack. “What if it’s a mistake Y/N? What is he isn’t the right guy. What if he falls in love with one of those beautiful actresses?” You looked at her, stern but with a smile: “Sis, he’s perfect. He won’t fall in love with anybody else because you are already perfect. Which means that you’ll be perfect together. It’s not a mistake.” She let go of her breath, not even realizing she was holding it and looked a little relieved. “Thank you Y/N, I knew I could count on you.” Your smile grew wider, “Yup, and if he does manage to break your heart, I’ll just break his balls.” She took it as a joke, giggled and hugged you tight. But in fact you thought to yourself that you would take some pleasure in inflicting pain on that guy. 

You rode with your sister in the car to the church. Being her maid of honor it was your responsibility that this would be the happiest day of her life. You took her hand to reassure her and help her get rid of her cold feet entirely. You helped her out of the car and went in to the church before her. When you reached the altar your eyes locked with Tom’s and you both gave each other the most brilliant smile, knowing this was your sister’s day and you and Tom wanted to be on your best behavior. This resulted in your acting talents being as good as his while pretending he was your favorite person in the world today.

The wedding went perfectly your sister looked like the most beautiful bride you’ve ever seen. The huge smile never left her face for the entire day. After the ceremony she came over to hug you again, tears of joy in her eyes. “Thank you again Y/N, I really love him so.” “Anytime sis, that’s why I’m here. You did manage to just marry the most loved man throughout England and the world in general,” you gave her a sly smirk. She giggled and ran off to join her new husband. Tom looked at you and gave you a nod and a small smile. Was he seriously thankful? No, he couldn’t possibly be. Probably the result of some sort of hallucination caused by joy or maybe just the sun in your eyes?

XXX

“I wouldn’t take that,” a voice directly into your left ear nearly made you jump a few meters high. You were deciding on which pastry to take for desert, there was a whole buffet of them which made it rather difficult to choose. You whirled around and saw Tom standing there. “Let me guess,” you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, “now you are going to say to me that it’s bad for me. The ‘one pound on the lips’ shit? Keep it to yourself Hiddleston and go be with your bride.” He was a bit taken back by that but apparently found it amusing at the same time. “Not at all,” he pursed his lips a little, “it’s just that that particular cake has too much salt in it. I already told one of the waiters to remove it. The cook made a little mistake and used salt instead of sugar.”

“Oh, alright,” you said, “well thank you I guess.” He had that superior look again, like he just saved you from the brink of death or something. Ugh.

“Why I came to talk to you Y/N,” “Oh now we’re going to have it…” you mumbled. “Just shut it for a few minutes and let me talk,” he said abruptly. “I just wanted to thank you. You made this an amazing day for your sister, the wedding she always wanted. Even though I know we won’t always get along, I really appreciate you make an effort every time.” Your eyes must’ve looked like saucers, you couldn’t believe it, he was actually thanking you. “Well… Uhm… You’re welcome,” you told him with a small smile.

Was he really a better person than you thought he was? He made your sister happy so that should count for something. You looked him over but still couldn’t get over that ‘your-just-not-my-cup-of-tea-feeling’. You turned a little so you could look at your sister, enjoying herself with some friends on the dancefloor. You both stood there admiring the woman you both loved dearly. “I still don’t like you,” you whispered to him whilst smiling to guests passing by you. “Nor I you,” he whispered back, but you could see him smirking a little.

[imaginesebastian]

How Would You Feel

A/N: I have this version of Bucky in my head where he’s full on sweetheart and yeah he’s still got bits and pieces of that sorta dominant side but he falls for the reader and has full on hearts and flowers feelings for her. I’m a sap I know. Also it’s based off of that knew Ed Sheeran song ;)

Warnings: I think there’s a cuss word. other than that, flufffffff

It started out slowly. It was the simple glances that you shared that first caught your eye, even after having barely known him. 

Then, like a train, it hit. You noticed how close he sat next to you on the sofa, how he’d always call to go on missions with you. He took care of you when you were sick, at your bedside with soup whenever you needed it. He was certainly something else.

Eventually he’d steal small kisses. The first time caught you off guard, he was going on a mission with Steve and Sam and as he was saying bye, he pressed a small peck to your lips. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing either, but neither of you complained and took everything in small steps. 

After that, anytime he entered the room or left, he would peck your lips and pull away with a smile, as if you had been together for years. 

You never spoke a word to each other about it, though, it was all taken in one at a time. After a while, he’d start to sleep in your room with you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Almost as if he was afraid to let you go. 

You two would share conversations with each other that no one else would dare to listen to. He was there for your whenever you needed him and vice versa. 

He’d have panic attacks and nightmares that you’d be there for. He’d scream and yell sometimes and you’d be the one to calm him. Sometimes stuff would be thrown and broken, but you’d stand your ground, kiss him and watch him slowly tire himself out.

One particular night, you two sat alone in a car, the night had fallen over the sky and your eyes had never left him. 

“Life happened, you know?” Bucky murmured, picking at his glove as he explained what exactly happened in 1942. “Steve tried to get to me on that train but he couldn’t. I was on the brink of death when I landed but the soldiers just appeared out of nowhere.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in sympathy, resting your hand on his thigh while you continued to listen. 

It was the first time he was able to talk about it, he hadn’t even fully been able to mention it to Steve which made you feel special that you could be that person he needed. 

“In a sense I’m grateful for it,” He continued, “I would have died in the snow.” 

“But you-” you felt emotional, “you went through so much shit that you shouldn’t have.” A small tear collected in the corner of your eye. 

“It was worth it. I wouldn’t have met you.” Bucky whispered, his sentence faltering slightly at the end, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to say those words just yet. 

The tear had then slipped down your cheek, causing Bucky to reach up and wipe it away. “I don’t know what to say.” You looked down, allowing Bucky to take your hands in his. 

He smiled, tilting your chin up to him. “How about I love you?” 

In that moment, your heart filled with absolute admiration and love for the man in front of you. “I do love you.” You responded, watching a grins stretch across Bucky’s face.

“I know you do. You would have ran far away if you hadn’t.” Bucky said, adding humor to a somewhat somber conversation.

“Do you love me too?” You asked, almost embarrassed about the question. Bucky’s humor was wiped from his face, “More than anything.” 

Without another word, you climbed across the center console and straddled Bucky’s thighs, grabbing his jaw and kissing his lips. 

“Say it.” You whispered against his lips, needing to hear it so you knew it was real, that you weren’t dreaming. 

“I love you.” The statement was said so lowly and quickly that you weren’t sure you heard it right but when your brain finally allowed you to understand everything, you almost burst into tears of happiness. 

“How did you know you loved me?” You asked, wanting every detail. 

“That night,” he whispered, lacing his hand in yours, “the night that you sang on the balcony with Natasha and Sam. The fire cast the light perfectly on your face so I could see your shining smile.” 

“You were plastered then, though.” You giggled, remembering the bottle of liquor him and Tony shared.

“I was sober enough to know that you are the most beautiful girl in the world, and that I love you.” Bucky said, causing you to grow serious again. 

“Oh Bucky.” You murmured, kissing him hard, unlike you ever had before. This kiss was filled with so much more passion, so much more heat. Before, Bucky would treat you like glass, but now he needed you just as much as you needed him. 

That night, you two stayed in that car. You could’ve stayed there forever, because you had everything you needed. Bucky was your world, and you were his. That’s what love is.