I know this is a big stretch but like can you write like an imagine where Tom invites the reader to the BAFTAS to finally make a move on her but she meets another dude and dances with him (not grinding or anything weird cuz the reader is a child of Jesus and does not participate in that shit 👌🏼😂)and stuff like that and he’s kinda heartbroken and stuff (some emotional tom would be nice cuz Ima sucker for men showing emotion ;) ) idk you can write the rest cuz you the shit fam lmao xoxo💋
This was his chance. If he invites you to the Baftas as his date, you’d get the hint. He’s been trying to get you on a date with him since he was sixteen and now, at twenty, his chance has finally come. He knocks on your front door hesitantly and stood waiting. He knocks again a few minutes later when there is no movement behind the door.
You open the door to him while wearing your fuzzy sweatpants and a tank top tucked in. Hair all mussed like you’ve been sleeping. He chuckles, “It’s three p.m. you know. You should be up by now.” “Don’t you start,” you complain with a smile, “Mum called me this morning at eight and told me the same thing.” He closes the door behind him and follows you to the kitchen. “Coffee or tea?” you ask. He stares at you as if he’s confused why you’re asking. You begin to make some tea.
o“Will you come to the BAFTAS as my date next week?” he asks hopefully. You drop the spoon and hastily go to pick it up again. “Sure, Tom, but uh, why?”. He doesn’t answer verbally, just shoots you a small smile.
Your red dress flows around your ankles, a sliver of skin showing just above your waist. Hair, makeup, and wardrobe done, you walk downstairs to greet Tom. When he sees you, he can’t help but gawk. Your hand raised to his jaw and pressed his mouth closed. “Keep your mouth closed or you’ll catch flies,” you tease. He takes your hand in his and leads you to the car, opening the door when you go to get in.
At least I won an award, Tom thinks, I’d have rather won her. You aren’t by Tom, instead, you’re dancing with a new man he had never met. He’s seen his face in a few movies, sure, but never met him in person. You hadn’t introduced them. The unnamed face flew in minutes ago and wrapped an arm around your waist to whisper secrets Tom wishes he knows into your ear. He led you to the dance floor at a quarter to eleven. It’s ten past now.
Tom isn’t angry. He’s glad that you’ve met someone here who you can dance with elegantly. He’s glad that you can smile and laugh with someone here, and that he doesn’t hold you too close or in an inappropriate manner. He is happy that this man is a gentleman. He isn’t happy, however, that the man who gets to twirl you around the dance floor isn’t him. He’s not happy that you’re laughing and smiling lovingly at another person. He’s sad that it’s not him.
“How was your night?” you asked the next day when Tom delivered your Sunday coffee. He hummed and responded with an ‘alright, I guess. You?’
He regrets asking how your night was too. He regrets listening to it too intently. He can’t help it, though. He loves you, and you’re too enthralling to ignore. So what, you got his number. So what, you’ve got a date on Friday. He smiles at you because he knows that this is just a phase. He knows because you had to google his name.
Bucky adjusting to the modern world would include... (Headcanon)
Request: NOT REQUESTED.
Summary: You help Bucky Barnes adjust to the modern world and it’s adorable.
Word count: 463
A/N: Bucky Barnes will be the death of me.
Visiting numerous museums where he could read about himself and the good life he lived Little kids gazing in awe at Bucky as they innocently touch his metal arm and bombard him with questions about his life Kid: “Mr Bucky, Sir, what was the war like?” Kid: “How did you survive the fall?” Kid: “Why did you kill lots of people?” Bucky becoming anxious because he isn’t able to handle and/or answer all their questions Having to take over and steer Bucky away from the growing crowd as he starts to break down Bucky constantly feeling bad that you have to go home early because of his anxiety. You: “Buck, let’s get home. I only wanted to see the parts about you anyway.” Spending hours in department stores as Bucky marvels at all of the new technology Bucky walking around the shop with an abundance of VERY expensive items in his arms so he can show them to you Worker: “Sir, if you wouldn’t mind putting those items down.” Bucky constantly receiving dirty looks from shop assistants as he touches everything a little too roughly Worker: “Sir, please put that down! Oh lord…. Security!?!” Bucky managing to rip security wires tied to expensive products wayyyyy too many times Having to desperately explain to the police he didn’t try and steal the £10,000 product, he was just looking You: “Officer, look it’s not that big of a deal, I’m sure it happens all the time” Policeman: “Not. Once.” Setting up Snapchat for Bucky Walking into the kitchen every day and finding Bucky and Steve going through all of the filters Bucky whipping out the dog filter at every inappropriate moment Bucky arguing with Tony about how he’s still masculine despite wanting to look like an adorable puppy 99.9% of the time Bucky: “At least I don’t hide in a tin can!” Tony: “At least magnets don’t attach themselves to my arm when I open the fridge because there’s certainly nothing ‘manly’ about that either!” Bucky loving to go to aquariums Bucky: “Y/N! Y/N!!! Look at the colourful fish! Y/N you’re not looking at the pretty fish!” Bucky freaking out when you tell him you’ve organised a trip to an aquarium where he can feed the sharks You: “Bucky! Don’t lean in so far! Sharks still bite in the 21st century!” Buck freaking out, even more, when you organise an outing at the zoo where he’ll be able to feed the penguins Bucky: “You’re joking, right? Penguins! OMP.” You: “It’s 'OMG’, Bucky.” Bucky: “Oh no, I meant Oh My Penguins, I’m hoping it’ll catch on!” Bucky wanting to constantly to go back and see the penguins Bucky: “Can we buy one?” You: “No, Bucky they live in zoos.” Bucky: “Can we buy a zoo then?”
A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN and constructive criticism is appreciated!
‘’I am way too sober for this.’’ said Tony grabbing a drink from the bar, ‘’ You mean to tell me that, the two of you have a child. That there is a potential little Barton or Romanoff running around New York!’’
“ Well no, she could be running around anywhere.’’
“ Thats besides the point! Fifteen years! It’s been fifteen years, You’ve had a child for fifteen year’s!’’ Flopping on the couch, he continued,’’ I don’t understand how the two of you managed to have a kid, And managed to keep it from us! I’ve checked the records as far as the world knows, she doesn’t exist!’’
‘’ She’s not supposed to exist, that’s the point Tony we don’t even know if she’s still alive.’’ a sad smile graced her lips as she got up to leave.
Hey guy’s! So I’ve been wanting post a fic for a while so here’s a snippet of it, anyway tell me do you want me to post the full thing?? It will eventually be Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader.