Request: “Hi! I love your stories so much! I don’t know if you do these but is there anyway you can do a story with Bill Skarsgard and the reader having their first child. Like them finding out their having a baby and watching the pregnancy develop and finally they get to meet the baby when it’s born?”
Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader
A/N: YASS I finally finished with all of the 20+ requests I had in my inbox, it took a week but that’s an ACHIEVEMENT I’M SO PROUD of myself😂😎
You and Bill had been together for 4 years before he finally decided to pop the question. You, your friends, and your family were very happy for you. They all loved Bill and since he made you happy they were happy. Six months after Bill proposed you both got married in front of all your closest family members and friends. It was an amazing wedding and you looked very beautiful with your white big wedding dress.
Bill thought you looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale. He even cried as you walked down the aisle with your father on your right side. Bill couldn’t contain his happiness and excitement, he was very emotional. After 4 years he finally was going to marry you. The love of his life, his entire world and many other more beautiful things.
Once the wedding was over you went to Paris for your honeymoon where you both made love to each other and conceived your first child. A couple of weeks passed and you both were finally back at home in your beautiful mansion. You had been feeling nauseous and couldn’t keep your food in your stomach.
Worried, Bill went to the doctor with you where you both received the news that you were expecting a baby! Bill obviously not being able to contain his excitement spun you around in front of the doctor. The doctor being fan of both of you thought it was very cute and considered you a very lucky women to have such a supportive and loving husband.
Once you got home Bill started ordering baby furniture and clothes. You giggled at how you had only been a couple of weeks pregnant. You still had 9 more months to go until the baby arrived. Bill just shook his head and kissed you only replying, “It is never too early to start preparing.”
After that Bill called all of his friends and family telling them about the amazing news. He was literally jumping and spinning around the house as he spoke on the phone this man was more then excited.
Time had passed and you were now 8 months pregnant. You had been surprised with a baby shower that had been planned by you and Bill’s family members and friends. You all spent an amazing time and were given A LOT of gifts enough to last you all until the baby went to school.
A little bit more time passed and finally you were 9 months pregnant. The journey had been amazing. Bill was an amazing husband he was always caring for you whether it was tying your shoes, picking up something you dropped or satisfying your cravings he was there to make sure you were happy.
“There’s my beautiful wife.” Bill smiled as he walked up to you and kissed your lips.
“Hey handsome your son is abusing his mom, he keeps kicking me.” You frowned.
“Little one you better stop kicking your mommy, she’s made a lovely home for you these past 9 months the least you can do is not kick her.” Bill said as he pressed his ear onto your stomach and spoke to your son.
Soon after Bill finished speaking the kicking stopped causing Bill to smile.
“Holy shit you’re amazing how on earth?” You asked in disbelief.
“It’s official I’m the baby whisperer.” Bill said bowing causing you to giggle.
All of a sudden you felt a warm liquid run down your leg your eyes widened to the size of saucers causing Bill to become worried.
“Y/N what’s wrong are you okay?” He asked.
“Bill my water broke the baby is coming.” You smiled. Bill kissed you passionately before helping you out of the chair.
“Alright I have the bag and I’ve got you let’s go to the hospital and have us a baby.”
“We’re having a baby Bill he’s finally here.”
After a couple of hours dealing with contractions and pushing out your baby. You had finally given birth. Bill had been there for you the whole time from the moment the doctors injected the epidural into up until now that he sat next to you as he carried your son (S/N= Son’s name).
“Welcome to the world S/N your mommy and I are very happy that you’re here. She’s asleep right now but once she wakes up she will also be very happy to see you.” Bill whispered to your son as he held his father’s finger with his tiny hand.
“We’re all going to be very happy together and maybe once a couple of months pass you could eventually see yourself becoming a big brother.” Bill cooed.
“Don’t get your hopes up mister after what I just went through we’re waiting a year until that happens.” You said drowsily as you woke up.
Bill chuckled a placed a kiss on your forehead.
“Yes honey meet S/N he’s been waiting to meet you.” Bill smiled as he handed you your son.
“He is so precious just look at him, look at what we made.” You cooed as a couple of tears slid down your face.
“He really is, we made something absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much Y/N you have made me the happiest man on this earth. I love you and S/N so much and I will always be there for you both.” Bill said as he held your hand.
“Bill that’s so sweet, I love you too baby and you as well have made me and happiest and luckiest woman on this earth.”
Bill crashed your lips together and they moved in perfect sync. A couple of doctors that passed by outside your hospital room smiled to themselves. They were more then happy to see a beautiful couple starting their new life together.
"Have anyone told you you have the most intimidating nostrils I've ever seen?"
“Yeah, I won an award, junior year,” Derek answers, frowning at his new IKEA (bought and built, all in a soft Henley sweater; Stiles knows, he supervised) book-shelf, like he hasn’t just finished a seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts. A seven hundred page tome onEgyptian artefacts alone.
Derek Hale: epic nerd and assembler of easy-to-build IKEA products. Of course, Stiles thinks, cursing his stupid Professor and DIY kinks.
Why not? The worst part is, he doesn’t even think those kinks are sexual. It’s just….a thing. That he has. A Derek thing. The Butterflies That Live In His Stomach were trying so desperately to move on with their lives, too. They’d shopped around. Hired a real-estate agent. They were ready, goddammit!
Derek settles on a book - Stiles is pretty sure it also has the word ‘artefacts’ in the title - and sighs, all feigned nostalgia, and glances over his shoulder. “It was a golden nose, too. Across the bottom it said,” he pauses, grinning, “Stiles Stilinski needs to get a life.”
Stiles opens his mouth, clutches his chest, because rude much? Is it his fault Derek’s nostrils belong in some kind of anatomy museum? Is it his fault his Saturday nights are spent playing video games in his underwear, when his week days are spent chasing down monsters and researching things like how Scott and Erica managed to contract chicken pox when stabbing them does, like, nothing? (Except get Erica excited because she’s a beautiful, terrifying weirdo.)Themoment he tries to tell Derek this, however, a copy of - is that Pride and Prejudice? - is thrown at his head.
Stiles doesn’t know if he’s more offended when Derek rolls his eyes when it misses him, or the concerned look that crosses his face when the book sails past him and lands in an empty pizza box, like Derek is worried if it’s okay or not.
And to think, Stiles was going to screw up his courage and finally invite Derek to see a movie this weekend. In an actual theatre. Where people go to be normal. Well, the laugh is on Derek because Stiles is going to buy the big popcorn and he’s going to enjoy it all on his own.
Yeah, that’ll show him.
“Has anyone ever told you your eyebrows could star in a disturbing kid’s movie about caterpillars?”
Stiles is drunk. No, he’s wasted. Hammered. Loaded. Completely and utterly shit faced.Which is probably why instead of ending up on his ass on the floor, Derek just pinches the bridge of his nose, tips his head against the back of the couch and says, “what.” Not even a hint of inflection.
This dude, Stiles thinks, and then laughs because, ohmygod, Derek is this dude now. Not that dude or whoa,what are you doing crawling through my window, dude? but this dude. And that’s kind of beautifully heart warming, in its own way.
Really, Stiles should write into Hallmark. It could be a trilogy. A Gay Trilogy
™. Bisexuals on ice. Except, without the ice because Stiles doesn’t know how to skate. Can Derek skate? Stiles totally bets Derek can skate.
Speaking of Derek, he’s got this little crinkle on his forehead now, right between his eyebrows, and man, they really are very nice eyebrows. Animated but nice. A little dramatic but nice. Murderous but nice.
“What,” Derek says again, looking more confused than annoyed by the second. Stiles really wants to kiss him.
Instead, he stares. Stares and stares and stares.
Slapping a hand over his mouth, he begins laughing uncontrollably and before he knows it, he’s clutching his sides and has his face pressed against Derek’s chest, because the hilarity is killing him.
Because this is them now. Drinking peach-snaps at Derek’s loft, on a couch filled with throw pillows. Throw pillows. One is even soft and pink and frilly and another has a picture of the pack on it. Granted, no one is looking at the camera but Derek, Boyd and Kira and Derek is not so much looking at the camera as yelling at Stiles (holding the camera) for eating his secret stash of cookies, but it’s nice. It’s a nice picture. There is a plain black pillow too, of course. Somewhere. Stiles might be sitting on it, actually. He figures one can only expect so much when it comes to sour-wolves but Erica glued little cat ears on it last week and Derek said nothing. Fuck, he’d even smiled.
It says a lot about what a secret softie Derek is when it comes to vulnerable, drunk-ass people, because he doesn’t push Stiles away; just lets him laugh and laugh until he passes out, drooling on his chest.
When Stiles wakes up, Derek’s sweater is pretty soaked through but he hasn’t moved an inch. He does, however, tell Stiles he snores like a deranged goose and that he owes him a pastry later.
He doesn’t even ask for a specific kind, Stiles chastises in his head, falling back to sleep. He’s in love with a pastry idiot.
“Do you know when you smile, you brighten up the whole damn room?”
The question clearly catches Derek off guard because he falls head first…into a duck pond.
Stiles’ first reaction is to jump in after him - he hates to admit it, but he gets a little nervous around water when Derek is with him; there have been several incidents where he’s unconsciously grabbed Derek’s hand in order to drag him away from pools and, one time, a very large puddle - but when Derek emerges, wearing his someone is about to die face, Stiles can’t be held accountable for the way he falls to the ground because, yup, that’s a tiny, outraged duckling perched on top of Derek’s head.
“Oh my god,” he yells, rolling onto his back and kicking his legs in the air. He feels like a kid, grabbing his stomach, water practically pouring from his eyes. This was, quite possibly, the best day of his life.
Normally, Derek would be yelling threats - several, in fact, some in Spanish because he’s a show off - but he just stands there….in the middle of a fucking pond. The duckling is still sitting on his head, like he or she plans to set up home there and it’s so adorable Stiles thinks he actually coos out loud.
Still, Derek still doesn’t say anything. Not even when Stiles coos again, very, very deliberately. (And Scott said his middle name could never be Danger, pffft.) Stiles can’t actually guess what Derek is going to do but he doesn’t care. He looks a strange cross between wanting to murder someone - namely, Stiles - and a little kid who was told they couldn’t get a puppy only to get one on Christmas day anyway.
Mostly, he just looks lost. And wet. Very, very wet. Somewhere out there, someone is playing It’s Raining Men and Stiles wants nothing more than to share this glorious moment with them. He’s just in the process of taking out his phone to at least snap a photo to send to the pack when -
“Did you mean it?” Derek asks, and man, those water droplets just keep on running, don’t they.
Stiles grins. “Did I mean for you to fall into a pond and adopt a new feathered friend? No but I think we can all agree-”
Derek growls and it would be effective - at least in getting Stiles to help him out of the pond - if it wasn’t for the fact his ears were turning a little pink. A lot pink, actually and -
Sitting up, Stiles drags his butt over to the edge of the pond.
“Yeah,” he says. “I meant it. I mean, smiles can’t literally light up rooms, I know that, but when you smile it’s like…” He sighs and flaps his arms, suddenly nervous, hitting Derek in the process. The duckling practically glares at him and Stiles briefly wonders if he has competition here.
Right. Better make this good then. He clears his throat.
“It’s like, everything just makes sense for a little bit, you know? I look at you and it’s not that smiling is rare for you, at least not anymore, but it’s still pretty thrilling to see it and when you do I’m like, that’s some quality shit right there but then I get confused because it’s like, do I wanna punch it? Kiss it? Pet it? Who knows. Usually it depends on what you’re wearing.”
Derek blinks and Stiles groans because, yeah, he just said that out loud. In real time. To Mr McGrumpy himself. Who is currently not reacting.
“Uh, I mean,” he attempts to correct himself but it’s too late. Derek is already slowly pulling him in and pressing his lips to his in what is the single most innocent, chaste kiss of Stiles’ life - because, you know, duckling and head movements - but somehow, it still manages to be perfect.
“Nice,” Stiles whispers, after, waggling his eyebrows.
Derek snorts and kisses him again.
“Turn it off,” Derek whines, nuzzling further into Stiles’ neck. “This is why I leave my phonein the kitchen.Like we discussed.”
Stiles tries to swat him, ends up kissing his temple. Sue him, he’s tired. “Says the person who can afford to leave their phone in the kitchen. We don’t all have supernatural hearing, asshole.”
Derek whines again. “You also have the worst taste in ringtones.”
Stiles gasps, suddenly sitting up. Well, he tries to. When your boyfriend is made of muscle and is half lying on top of you, it makes moving a lot more difficult. Not that Stiles is really complaining. Much. “I’ll have you know Bushes of Love is a Star Wars parody classic.”
Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles can feel it, says, “just answer it, sweetums.”
“Ugh,” Stiles grimaces, “I already told you I’m sorry for the pet-name thing. It was an accident!”
“Calling me your ‘slutty buddy’ in front of your dad was meant as a pet name?”
“It sounded better in my head!”
Derek groans and wraps an “exasperated” arm around Stiles’ waist. Oh. So. Exasperated. Stiles grins. “Answer. Your. Phone.”
Stiles finds his phone on the fifth try.
He has fifteen missed calls, all from Erica. Texts too. Every single one is a link to some article online, followed by a string of heart and eggplant emojis.
“Young Love and the Ugly Duckling’,” Stiles reads, clicking on the link. “Uhhh, Derek?” He prods him.
”There’s a picture of us in the online Beacon Gazette,” looking into each other’s eyes, like a pair of love sick fools, Stiles wants to add because, wow, is he really that obvious when he looks at Derek? To be fair though, Derek isn’t much better and he is the one with an angry bird on his head.
He prods Derek again and again until he finally gives in, makes him look at the phone.
“Huh,” he says, blinking at it. “Fred looks pretty pissed that I’m kissing you.” His face breaks out in a smug grin and Stiles rolls his eyes. Hard.
“You are aware Fred is a duckling, right?”
“Yes.” Derek grins harder, showing all his teeth, although his cheeks do colour slightly when he catches Stiles’ eye.
Stiles sighs, totally not fond. “They couldn’t have come up with a better title, though?” he asks, brandishing his phone. “The Ugly Ducking, really?”
“Yeah,” Derek says, frowning. “I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to call you ugly.” He laughs and Stiles smacks him across the chest with a loud, “hey!”
They both turn back to look at the picture.
“We look so stupid,” Stiles whispers, shaking his head and biting his thumb. We fit, he thinks. We look like we fit.
Leaning in, Derek smiles at him. “We do,” he agrees, burying his face back into the warmth of Stiles’ neck, muttering something about home and content and stupid Star Wars parodies.
Stiles snaps a selfie, captions it goals, and sends it to Erica.
Request: Can I request? Bucky pretending not to know English n only speaking Romanian/Russian and he overhears you talking about him so he’s like wtf but then he hears you saying some kinky shit and so he kind of plays along and when it’s all goin down he’s still talking in R/R and suddenly he whispers something in your ear in English and you’re like oh shit - @oh-my-gerd
You’ve gotten used to hearing Bucky’s language now. It surprised you at first when he greeted you in a Russian language, one which you couldn’t speak or understand. You thought he spoke English, but you were definitely wrong. You tried to understand what he would say, sometimes you’d even call Natasha and ask her what Bucky was saying, to which she would translate happily.
The fact that Bucky couldn’t speak English had you thinking that he definitely couldn’t understand it. So, you talked about Bucky, with Natasha mostly, about how nice and kind he was. Other times, for example: after a hard training session when Bucky’s all sweaty and shirtless, you’d blabber on and on to Nat about how badly you wanted him to just take control and have his way with you.
You were currently having one of those many moments.
You breathed out as you entered the kitchen for some water. Nat was leaning against the kitchen island, munching on some apple slices. You had just worked out for the morning and Bucky had walked in during your last ten minutes. He was shirtless, like always, and this time he wore sweats instead of his usual basketball shorts. When you say you could see everything, you meant everything. There was no hiding what he had.
Nat greeted you with a smile, but it turned into a smirk when she saw your lust blown eyes and red tinted cheeks. “What is it now, Y/N?” Nat asked in her usual sultry tone. You sighed again and shook your head as you remembered Bucky’s jumping jacks and what the movement caused. “Oh my god. Bucky’s body will be the death of me.” You said with a small giggle. Nat blushed and coughed into her hand.
You smirked as you got a bottle of water and started chugging it. “Y/N, that’s so weird.” Nat said, her voice clearly giving her away. You stopped drinking and looked at Nat, scoffing. “Oh come on, you know you’d say yes if he asked you to bend over the weight bench and let him fuck you until your abdomen bruised from how hard he was pounding you into it!” You said rather loudly. Nat gasped and threw an apple slice at you, her cheeks flaming. “Y/N, you do NOT think about that do you!?” Nat asked, her face full of entertainment.
It was your turn to be red in the face now. “I mean.” You said, drawing out the words, your eyebrows raised. Nat gasped again. “God, Y/N! You’re so lucky he can’t speak English.” Nat said with a giggle. You sighed. “Yeah, I doubt he’d know what I meant if I asked him to bang me.” You said, not noticing the shadowed figure near the door now.
Nat nodded and finished her snack. She crossed her arms and bit her lip. “I could always ask.” Nat said, a smirk on her face. You threw your empty water bottle at her and she quickly blocked it. “Hell no! He would not do that. It’s just a fantasy anyways.” You said a little quieter now.
Nat suddenly cleared her throat and your eyes followed hers. You saw Bucky walking in, his body coated with sweat and his sweatpants pulled up to his knees. Your face burned red and even though you knew he couldn’t speak or understand English, you felt embarrassed thinking he might’ve heard what you just said.
Bucky gave you and Nat a small smile and a nod, moving past you to get a water bottle. You looked at Nat and she had her hand over her mouth, holding in her laughs. The silence in the room was awkward and your heart was pounding in your chest.
You shot Nat a glare and stopped when Bucky turned to you. “Могу ли я поговорить с вами?” Bucky asked, capping his water bottle. Your eyebrows raised and you tried not to look down at his shirtless body. You looked at Nat for translation help. She smirked. “He wants to talk to you.” You gulped and turned back to Bucky.
A small “Uh huh” fell from your lips and a simple nod was all it took and Bucky had gripped your hand and he was pulling you out of the room. Your eyebrows creased together and your nervousness grew as you looked back at Nat’s shocked face. You had no idea where Bucky was taking you or what he wanted.
“Bucky?” You asked softly. He turned to you and stopped at the open doors to the gym. “Хотите тренироваться со мной?” Bucky asked, leading you into the gym. You didn’t understand what he said and Nat wasn’t here to help you out. You looked around the gym and sighed. “Friday, can you translate what Bucky asked?” You quietly questioned.
You watched Bucky shut the wooden gym doors and turn the lock. Your heart started racing again. “English translation: Do you want to train with me?” Friday said, answering your question. You sighed out and looked at Bucky. He walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to the weight bench.
Your stomach dropped and he pointed for you to lie down under the weight bar with 20lb weights on the ends of it. You looked up at Bucky from where you were lying down. You knew something was up because Bucky worked out just before and you were there doing the same. So you weren’t sure why he wanted to continue training with you. He could’ve chosen Steve or even Sam.
Going along with it, you gently wrapped your hands around the bar. Bucky was standing above you and you had a clear view of his crotch if you tilted your head back just a tad. You could feel yourself getting wet already. Bucky’s hands guiding yours brought you out of your dirty thoughts. He helped you lift the bar and you breathed in and out steadily, lifting the bar up and down.
You and Bucky trained for about ten minutes more and the whole time, he had his hands on your body in some way or another. He helped you do your squats and lunges, he held your feet down when you did your crunches, and now he was helping you with push ups. You didn’t need the help, but his hands were a blessing to you, so you allowed it.
Bucky’s flesh hand was resting on your lower back as you did your push ups and you felt it move down slowly, giving your ass a light squeeze. You gasped and dropped your body down onto the mat, turning your head to look at Bucky. He had a smirk on his face and you sat up on your hands and knees. Bucky’s eyes trailed down your body and he tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth.
You stood to your feet and sighed out, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Is that why you wanted to train with me? To stare at my ass and try to feel me up?” You asked, knowing he couldn’t understand you. You were unsure of what Bucky’s intentions were. It’s not like he could just tell you, he can’t speak English. Bucky smirked again, though his features showed confusion. Bucky then looked into your eyes. “Я хотел бы ебать.” Bucky said, his voice low.
A frustrating sigh left your lips. You couldn’t understand him once again, so you asked Friday. “Friday, translate that, please.” You said, watching Bucky step closer to you. Your heart started to beat even faster as your cheeks burned red. “English translation: I’d like to fuck.” Friday said, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.
Bucky closed the distance between you two and he captured your lips in a kiss. Bucky’s lips were moving roughly against yours, his hands pulling you closer to his shirtless body. You moaned into the kiss and felt Bucky bend down to pick you up. Bucky pulled away, gasping for air as his blue eyes stared into yours.
He looked like he was asking for approval so you nodded. Bucky smirked and carried you over to the weight bench where you both undressed. Thinking he thought it was better than the mat and not that he understood what you said about him earlier, you smirked as Bucky set you down on the weight bench. He was about to hover above you, but you smirked and got down on your knees, bending over the bench like you’ve fantasized about many times.
Bucky chuckled and came up behind you, rubbing your soaked pussy with his flesh hand. You gasped and moaned softly, moving your hips back against his hand. Bucky moved behind you and you could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against the opening of your pussy now.
You whimpered as you moved your hips back and forth, getting impatient. “Bucky, please.” You moaned out. Bucky’s hands now rested on your hips as he slid into you, immediately starting to pound into your pussy. Your body jolted against the bench and you squealed, feeling just how big Bucky’s cock was. You never imagined it’d feel this good.
Bucky was grunting and his hips were slapping against yours hard and fast. You gasped as he hit your g-spot and Bucky chuckled deeply. “That feel good, Princess?” Bucky asked, making your face turn red and your moans come to an embarrassing halt. “Wh-what?” You asked, your heart racing in your chest.
Did Bucky just speak English or were you hearing things? Bucky bent over your back, his sweaty chest molding onto the skin of your back. You could feel Bucky’s cock twitch inside of you and you gasped slightly. Bucky’s mouth was beside your ear now and his breath was warm against your skin. “I asked if that felt good.” Bucky said in clear English, not a fault in his phrasing.
Your mouth fell open and Bucky chuckled again, his thrusts starting up again. Your face was red as can be and you could feel the heat rising around your neck. Bucky was able to speak English this whole time, meaning he understood every word you’ve ever said to him up to this very moment.
A moan fell from your lips and you decided to scold Bucky after he fucked you senseless. “It does.” You said softly, answering his question. Bucky groaned and continued to fuck you. Your abdomen was rubbing against the weight bench but it felt amazing. Bucky slammed into you and you moaned loudly, feeling your pussy clench as your orgasm got closer.
Bucky’s hands reached up to your ponytail and he tugged on it, causing your head to jerk back. “Oh, fuck yes!” You moaned and felt Bucky slap your ass with his metal hand. A growl escaped Bucky’s lips as your pussy clenched around his thick cock for the second time. “I’m gonna cum, Bucky.” You moaned out, feeling Bucky’s hand reach under you to rub your clit fast.
You started to cum around Bucky, broken sobs and moans falling from your lips as you felt Bucky’s cum shooting out inside of you in hot spurts. “You’re so good, yes. Oh my god. Fuck!” Bucky yelled, pounding into you as he rode out his orgasm. You moaned at the foul language coming from the man behind you.
A few minutes passed and you and Bucky lazily lied down on the mat, looking up at the ceiling. “How long?” You quietly asked, afraid to look over at Bucky. He chuckled. “Since forever.” You turned your head to look at Bucky, your face full of shock. “You idiot!”, you slapped Bucky’s arm, “Why didn’t you say something?” You asked shockingly.
You put your clothes back on and Bucky hurriedly did the same. You crossed your arms and stared at Bucky. His face turned red and he sighed. “I didn’t really feel like talking to everyone at first. Then I started hearing you talk about me and-I don’t know.” Bucky said, looking at you apologetically.
Bucky stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand in his. “That was fun, though.” He said softly with a smirk. Your face started heating up again and you rolled your eyes, though your lips formed a smile. “Ugh, you’re mental, Barnes.” You said with a giggle. Bucky smirked and leaned down to kiss your cheek.
“Am I still mental if I ask for a round 2 later tonight?”
Note: this was so much fun to write. I hope you like it and of course, you can request anytime you’d like, sweetie! feedback is welcome! .c
jin: you and namjoon had been hanging out quite a lot lately, spending time together after concerts and going out for ice cream. at first jin had been okay with it, he trusted his best friend, but lately it seemed like the both of you had become to close. one day after a concert, jin had enough, he pulled you gently away from namjoon to talk to you. “baby, you love me right?” he asked with a quiet voice. your eyes softened as you stared back at him, “of course i love you jinnie, why wouldn’t i?” he went on to explain how he felt with you hanging out with namjoon so much and you pulled him into a hug, reassuring him that you would never love someone more than him.
yoongi: it had been going on for months, you had been hanging out with hoseok constantly, and yoongi was jealous, and when yoongi was jealous he became distant. it had taken a few weeks, but you had noticed yoongi’s kisses becoming shorter and shorter, and he began to stop cuddling you at night. “yoongi, what’s wrong?” you asked one day when you both were alone in bed. yoongi simply huffed and turned away from you. “baby?” you asked timidly, putting your hand on his shoulder. it wasn’t until you felt his skin tremble beneath you that you knew something was really wrong, yoongi never cried. “i-i just i love you so much,” he whispered into the dark room. you pulled him close to you and held him as he told you of his insecurities.
hoseok: “hobi hobi hobi,” you teased over and over again as he ignored you. hobi had been jealous that you had been spending so much time with jungkook, your apparent new best friend. “just stop okay!” hoseok yelled, he never yelled at you. “hobi?” you asked quietly as you put your hand on his arm. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to yell, i just miss you.” he said as he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. “let’s spend a whole weekend together hobi, just us, no one else.” hobi timidly nodded his head and pulled you into a hug, glad to have you back in his life.
namjoon: namjoon had been more hostile with you lately than ever before, constantly ignoring you and never holding your hand. “joonie?” you asked after dinner one day, wondering why he was becoming so distant. “what,” he replied back with a biting tone and you felt your body fold in on itself. “are you mad at me?” you asked timidly, tears filling your eyes. namjoon turned around, his hard eyes softening when he saw your tears. “baby don’t cry,” he said as he pulled you close to his chest, “i’m sorry for yelling princess, i just.. i was jealous.” “jealous of what?” you asked. after he told you how he felt, you held him close to you for the rest of the day.
jimin: jimin had been feeling insecure lately, and you knew it. he had been avoiding looking in the mirror and didn’t radiate his usual vibe of confidence. at first you had figured it was just a fling, but it had been going on for awhile now, and you were becoming worried. “jiminie?” you said grabbing his attention from where he was sitting on the couch. his eyes met yours quickly before he looked back down at his hands. you approached the couch slowly and sat down next to him. “baby please,” you begged to know what was wrong. “do you like tae?” he asked quietly fiddling with his fingers. “of course i like him,” you saw the way he stiffened and knew exactly what he meant, “but not in the way i love you jiminie. i love you more than anything.”
taehyung: taehyung watched as you and jin laughed with each other before their concert. the boys were soon called onto the stage and taehyung went through the set with a high-strung feeling. when the concert was over he slammed the door open to the dressing room, making you jump. taehyung pushed your hands above your head before attaching his lips to yours in a heated kiss. he pushed his body against yours and you moaned into his mouth. “t-tae,” you stuttered as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath. he merely pulled you into another searing kiss and ground his hips against yours. “tae,” you said more firmly this time, putting your hand on his chest. he looked you in the eyes before laying his forehead on your collarbone taking deep breaths, that’s when you knew something was wrong. after a few minutes of coaxing, he spilled all his feelings and you held him close to your chest.
jungkook: poor jungkook didn’t know how to deal with how he was feeling. he was jealous and sad at the same time, he wanted nothing more than for you to hold him close and tell him that you loved him. as you and jimin played overwatch, without him, he couldn’t help the tears that sprung to his eyes. did you not love him anymore? after the match was over, jimin went to the bathroom and this was when you turned around to say something to jungkook. as soon as you saw the tears in his eyes, you were next to him within seconds. “kookie?” you whispered as you peppered kisses on his cheeks and wiped away his tears. “you still love me right?” he asked shyly and placed his hands over yours. “of course i do baby, i love you so so much.”
MC does successful suicide prank (Trigger Warning)
Geez, this is dark. You okay, Nonny? Sorry it took so long to do this request. I wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to half ass this. It was also very hard to think of this many ways to suicide… prank. So I made some accidental pranks. Maybe I overthought it. Anyways TRIGGA WARNING YALL.
I didn’t do the minor trio cause these were hard. But I did do Vanderwood cause I was able to think of something short and fun.
“MC, please, I need to study.”
Yoosung had ignored you so much the whole weekend.
The ONLY time you two had free time this whole month.
But what could you do, he was studying to get his Ph.D.
After dealing with this all day, you took some pills to soothe your head.
You left the bottle on the coffee table and took a nap on the couch.
You woke up to Yoosung shaking you, “MC, please wake up!”
You sat up and your gaze met Yoosung’s tears.
“I-I’m taking you to the ER, right now.”
He pulled you up from the couch.
His eyes darted over to the bottle of pills on the floor.
“Oh, I spilled the bottle!”
“Wait. You didn’t?”
In that moment, Yoosung’s knees buckled and he knelt on the floor.
“Yoosung, what’s wrong??”
He couldn’t even talk between his hiccups and cries.
After putting two and two together, you realized Yoosung thought you had overdosed.
“You thought I had…?”
You didn’t even need to finish that question cause all he could do was nod and sob.
You pulled him in for a kiss and serenaded him with loving words.
“I could never. I’m so happy with you. I love you.”
Yoosung didn’t leave your side that whole night.
He rather spend time with you right now than anything else.
“I’m not so sure, Mr. Director.”
“MC, it’s a little white lie! It’ll be the big money shot.”
“But isn’t this a bit much?”
“Look, it’s been weeks and he’s still having trouble emoting everything we need him too. We’re wasting so much time and resources on this.”
“I know, but I don’t want to scare him. We don’t even know how he’s going to react!”
Before you could get a response, the director spoke into his walkie talkie, “Zen is here, action.”
You looked over to Zen, who spotted you and waved at you.
You looked back up to the director who winked at you and said, “Break a leg!” And with that, he pushed you off the scaffolding.
You fell right up until 3 feet above the ground. The only support you had, a rope around your neck.
“MC! NO NO NO!”
He ran over to you and tried to push you back up. “HELP! SOMEONE, CUT THE WIRE!”
Stagehands rushed over and cut the wire around your neck.
Zen pulled you towards him and sat you down.
“WHAT WAS THAT?!”
“No! Shut up! Do you know what you were trying to do! Do you know just how I would have felt if you succeeded?! A-are you not happy with me? I-I-I… What would I do without you?”
Zen collapsed to his knees in front of you. “What would even make you want to do this? Aren’t you happy with me? Did I do something wrong? I love you so much, my whole world almost ended with you.”
He reached his hand up to wipe the tears now on your cheek.
He pulled you into a hug, and you felt his chest heaving.
“CUT!” The director came out of his hiding spot.
“What?” Zen pulled back looking at the cameras around him.
“We did it! We finally have the shot!”
“What???” He turned back to you.
You unbuttoned your top to show a harness around your body, which is where the wire was really strung to.
“Zen, I- You were- I wasn’t on board with-”
“I told MC how you were having trouble portraying the right emotions and I thought it would be nice to do this stunt to help you along.”
Zen was angry, upset, crying, scared, but mostly relieved.
He took your hand and pulled you into his dressing room ignoring everyone else.
You spent the whole time apologizing, and Zen just held you lecturing in your ear and every now and then telling you how much he loved you.
You didn’t mean to prank Jaehee, it just came naturally.
You were in the tub trying out new bathbombs.
This one in particular had a nice red color with a sweet rose smell.
As the ball dissolved it left the water a deep red color.
“Looks like I am washing off someone’s blood. Kinda like my blood.”
As you dozed off, staring at the water you heard Jaehee come in.
Now’s good as time as any to play dead, right?
Jaehee knocked on the bathroom door but since you gave no response, she opened it to make sure you were alright.
In a matter of seconds she was shaking your shoulders and yelling, “MC? Wake up! Can you hear me? MC!!!”
“Oh my god,” She turned around and grabbed her phone
But then she turned back to you who was now awake and you smiling.
Your smile faded as you saw that her face was pale, eyes widened.
“Hey, Jaehee, it was a joke.”
No response from her.
All you feel is guilt now and all you think is, “Wow, dumb joke, me.”
“It’s okay, J–”
She cut you off and just screams at you, her grip tightening on your arms.
“It’s not okay!!! Do you know how scared I was?! Why would you even joke about this?!”
“Jaehee, your hands are hurting me.”
She realized how much of his composure she lost and let go.
“Please, don’t ever joke about this again. Never again.”
Tears forming in her eyes.
“Never. I promise.”
All you could do to reassure her was pull her into a hug.
You spent the rest of the night holding her, and telling her how happy you are to be with her.
You were having a crappy day.
The cake topper would be spilling red wine over all over your blouse.
You didn’t even have the energy to clean up.
So you sat on the couch for a minute before proceeding with your day.
Only, you fell asleep.
It wasn’t long before you jolt awake from the sound of glass shattering.
Your eyes follow the sound to Jumin who was standing by the door.
He dropped his bags, but that wasn’t the issue.
His eyes were fixed on you, fear instilled in them.
He finally let his breath go as he stumbled to you.
“MC, what would I have done if I had lost you?”
He pulled you into the tightest hug.
“If this is a joke, I don’t understand it.”
You rubbed his back, clearly not understanding what he meant.
After a moment, he pulled back to ask, “Why are you even wearing that?”
You looked down and realized the wine formed what resembled a blood stain on your chest.
“Oh, oh!!! It-I-I’m sorry! I meant to change and fell asleep!”
Jumin sighed before he started to unbutton your blouse.
“I’m getting you cleaned up.”
You blushed after realized what you thought was wrong.
“But of course, that’s after I make you remember how much I would miss you if you did leave one day.”
Saeyoung and you had driven to the top of a mountain.
You were both waiting for the sunset.
You peered the edge of a cliff to see how steep of a drop it was.
Finally you turned to Saeyoung and calmly asked, “Do you still love me?”
He looked at you a little confused but answered, “Yes.”
“Hum… This much!” He held his hands only a foot apart from each other.
“ONLY THAT MUCH?!”
He laughed right before telling you, “This much more than possible.”
Instead of hitting him like you would usually do, you smiled at him and whispered, “I love you too. And I’m so sorry…”
“Sorry for what?”
“This.” With that, you stepped over the edge.
“NO! MC!” He ran over to you faster than he ever moved.
He wasn’t even thinking and threw himself off the ledge after you
He was shocked that he landed two yards below the ledge… right in front of you
“SORRY FOR REVENGE!”
You finally got payback for the mean prank he pulled a while back.
You stuck out your tongue practically joyed that he believed it.
But you felt a drop of water on your face. Rain?
No… Saeyoung was crying.
You Fucked Up.
“W-wait. It was a joke! S-Saeyoung!?”
He pulled you into the tightest hug ever.
His entire body was trembling against you.
Just his silence alone was enough to make you regret everything.
“Saeyoung? I’m sorry. I wasn’t.. I didn’t think it through..”
“I love you so much so don’t ever take that away. Please, MC. Please…”
You hugged him back and only told him, “I’ll never take that from you.”
Now you two just had the new issue of getting back on top of the cliff.
Vanderwood walks into the room to find you face down in a pool of blood.
“MC, get up. I don’t have time for your jokes. Luciel is already a handful.”
After he had picked me up from my home, we drove to our favourite cafe and took our favourite spot near the back of the building. He told me I looked pretty today, something he would always tell me, but today it felt different. As if he poured his heart and soul into telling me those four words. I excused myself to use the restroom shortly after arriving and as I returned I noticed from afar, the way he smiled staring at his phone. Did I want to go through with this plan of his, just to hear the words he said he was going to tell me today? They say curiosity kills the cat, and here I am standing here waiting to pretend to be my best friend’s fake girlfriend. I didn’t mind so much, on the pure fact that Jimin’s ex wasn’t the nicest - but still he fell for her over and over again and gave her one too many chances, only to have her break his heart all over again. But this time, at least he’s taking the initiative and taking control of the situation this time and not letting her back in to ruin his life.
But what was it, what was so intriguing about the way he dodged my question to get me to agree and act as if I wanted to kiss him willingly? Don’t get me wrong, Jimin has always been an amazing guy; he’s my best friend and there had been multiple occasions where I’ve wanted to grab his cheeks and kiss him, and when we were younger we had kissed before, but as time passed and the whole ordeal with his ex girlfriend, those feelings seem to have faded. Every time I told him that she was no good, he would cry and tell me that she made a mistake again, and that he feels bad because she’s crying over him. So he would take her back. What made him change his mind this time? Not that it’s not a good thing of course, but there must be a strong desire from him to make him not care about that crying bitch.
Prompt: hello! love your blog! can i have a jughead x reader fic where the reader and jughead are dating and she overheard him telling someone (maybe like archie or betty) that she’s clingy and so she distances herself from him? lol idk if that makes sense but if you could write it that would be amazing! thank you!!!!
A/N: I love this prompt so much. I had so many different storylines come to mind but hopefully you enjoy this one! Requests are Welcome!!
You were walking towards your locker when you saw them.
Jughead and Archie talking by Jug’s locker.
Your heart skips a beat when you see that he’s wearing your favorite sweater of his. The soft green one that goes oh so well with his eyes.
Stop at your locker then go say hi to your boyfriend and his best friend. Routine. Like clockwork. Only today is when things change.
Opening your locker, you hear Jug say something sounding like your name. Thinking he saw you, you move your head a little to smile at him only to find him and Archie frowning at each other. That’s weird.
You pull out your English book and shut your locker, shrugging it off.
As you start to get closer, you hear him.
“I don’t know Arch. Is she clingy? Are all girls like that?” He sighs and digs around his locker for his science book.
Were you being clingy? Your heart starts to tighten in your chest. Was it making Jughead uncomfortable?
“Nah. You know (Y/N) is just a touchy person.” Archie offers him a smile. Neither of them saw you standing in the hall by the water fountain.
Archie says something quieter so you couldn’t hear but Jughead responds.
“I know. we spend every day together. We do everything together. Sometimes I feel like she’s always there. I can’t concentrate on anything half the time. She’s a huge distraction.” He shuts his locker and turns to Arch.
Archie nods and pats his back, saying something else but you already turned to leave.
Feeling hurt, you decide not to stop and say hi to them. It would be too clingy.
Tom and you had been dating for a little over seven months –
agreeing to take things slow between you two, especially when both of your schedules
were busy, you two had very rare physically
intimate moments. It had started with shameless flirting, not expecting it
to go any further than that. Then, out of nowhere, you two were going on dates.
They weren’t official, he’d ask if you wanted to get ice cream with him, some
days coffee. You’d ask him if he’d like to come over and watch a movie or go to
the park with you. It was very subtle, so subtle that neither of you realized
what was happening. Soon enough, verbal ‘goodnights’
became kisses on the cheeks, slowly turning into kisses on the mouth.
i forgot for a while there that you weren’t the moon, that i was, that i have held her on my tongue in wafers before even i came undone, that i called her “my moon” until the name stuck, that my cupped hands only raise in praying for her love - i forgot what i loved was that you brought her out of me, that you amplified the wild of me, that the whole time i was seeing myself, a better version, glowing and black and sleek. don’t worry. it’s all coming back to me.
Requests: “Imagine idea: Being Dustin’s sister and initially thinking Steve’s an asshole but falling in love with him through out all the events with the kids (let’s imagine she’s with them the whole time).” “can u do steve harrington smut ? can it also be like you two “”hate”” each other but obviously have feelings but are too hard headed to admit it please and thank u” "Can you do a Steve imagine where you’ve always liked him but he always liked Nancy and when all the stuff with the kids happen your there and he realizes he likes you”
Warnings: Smut!!! (16+) cursing, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking
Pairing: Steve Harrington x female!reader
Summary: You and Steve are constantly bickering in the tunnels of the Upside Down, but once the two of you are out, so are your true feelings, which leads to a lot of frustrations to be released.
Baekho and Mingi both holding onto Jonghyun tightly after they all got eliminated on Produce 101
Honestly, wish this picture was released sooner as it made me re-live the pain of produce 101 final episode. I think they are also looking at Minhyun sitting on one of the top 11 seats in this picture… which just makes it harder to look at.
When you look up the word “true love” in a dictionary, you’ll find a picture of NU’EST members.
The way Baekho tightly holds JR’s hand, and Ren holds him kills me. Taking someone’s else success as success for the whole group is who NU’EST is. You see on his face, JR is nothing but proud of Minhyun, even if Minhyun felt guilty.
As a long time fan, I can tell Jonghyun has changed as a person and as a leader after produce 101. Ren and Baekho expected him to take his elimination and the split of NU’EST members worse than he actually did. He didn’t cry, he just held it in and stayed strong for Minhyun and the members. But he’s always been like this, you want to know how he’s changed?? This time he did not blame himself. He has become better at excepting things and regained his confidence as leader.
In 2014 JR said despite wanting to give up everything multiple times,
“We endured it all because we had each other”
I believe as long as Aron, Mingi, Jonghyun, Baekho and Minhyun have each other, their irreplaceable bond can overcome any hardship. Especially currently when bad things keep happening to them.
NU’EST deserve it so much. After so long, they will walk down the flower path to success together. They can do it because they have each other.
Can you do more of that mafia au? Like, the team's reaction when they learn abt it through a mind meld thing and shiro is all like "You're a Salazar?!" And it causes shit. Also, can the dad be named Ernesto? Like, I was watching a Mexican telenovela in Spanish class and there was a mafia leader named Ernesto Salazar. It's called "La Tempestad" if you wanna watch it. I hope you do, it's really good.
I still don’t know how the MafiaAU gained a lot of attention (why did this gained a lot of attention? Can someone tell me the reason? I think we all just want to see Iverson to go down.) but here is Part 2. Oh, I like it. Okay, I’ll name the Dad as ‘Ernesto’. I’ll try to watch that show when I get the chance :) .
Warnings: OOCness, AU, some grammatical errors.
five years of fighting against a war that was on going for the past ten
thousand years, Allura finally got the chance to grant the wishes of her
Paladins to temporarily go back home. Sure, there were still loose ends that
were supposed to be taken care of but it wouldn’t hurt to let the other
planetary leaders to handle it for a while. After all, everyone agreed that
team Voltron needed some well-deserved vacation.
all those five years, Allura learned a lot of stuff from her Paladins and in
return she watched them grew more as a human and as a soldier. They taught her
how to have fun from time to time and cherish every minute of relaxation with
her second family. They taught her that she should not devote her whole life
fighting, that she had people watching her back and would never judge her if
she would trip and fall. They taught her that it was fine to make mistakes as
long as she would learn to reflect upon those said mistakes. And most of all,
they taught her to trust them indefinitely.
there was one Paladin that confused her the most then Allura would definitely
Blue Paladin initially showed himself as this person that never took things
seriously unless it was a life and death situation, flirty in a point that always
leave Allura exasperated (but later on she accepted it as part of Lance’s
nature and she would not change it in any other way), say things that sound
idiotic some of the times but a good strategist especially in abrupt situations
like being trapped or ambushed by the enemies. All in all, Lance was a human
that always contradicted himself from the way he let others know him. At least
that how Allura had perceived it.
even became the face and voice of Voltron when it comes to diplomatic
situations. Sure, Allura was the Princess and Shiro was the leader of the
Paladins, but they could never mirror Lance’s charisma and the way he weaved
his words to gain the favour of important individuals. From these situations,
Allura eventually learned that some flirting of Lance was used to make the
other person to let their guard down and gain their trust. It was as if Lance
was trained ever since he could speak on how to have such silver tongue.
bit of praise in here, a bit of touch there, a little bit of a dance, a little
bit of sympathy, and Voltron already gained a new ally by the end of the night.
All thanks to Lance.
once tried to open the discussion about family backgrounds. Pidge and Hunk
ended up crying in that session because they suddenly realized how much they
missed their blood relatives. Keith tried to play it down on how he didn’t have
a family to miss on Earth but he still didn’t get away from the group hug.
Lance simply smiled sadly and mumbled something along the lines of ‘at least I
cut off some ties…still miss my Mom’s hugs though…’. Shiro attempted to make
Lance to speak more about it but the Blue Paladin remained silent for the rest
of the session.
all changed a lot in the course of five years.
changed though was like a flip of the switch.
that hysteric laughter that one fateful breakfast and with an added disturbing
explanation, Lance started acting as if the weight of the world was finally off
his shoulders. His shooting skills improved in a speed level that Allura was
inclined to think that Lance was born with a gun on his hands. His hand to hand
combat didn’t rely on strength alone but more in flexibility. Allura never
thought that dancing could also be used as a form of combat. As days passed,
Lance gave a few opinions here and there on their battle strategies that ended
up with them having low casualties compared to the initial plans.
bothers Allura the most though…was the way Lance gathered his information. He
was not like Pidge that hacks in the system. No, Lance liked to do his
information gathering in person. Often times it was the Blue Paladin who
corners commanders of the ships they were raiding. Lance would take a lot of
time but eventually he would return with more information than they have gathered
from the ship’s database. The specks of bloods on his body though didn’t escape
Allura, Coran, and Shiro’s attention. All of them have the same assumption that
Lance used torture to get what he wanted.
was an assumption that was never proven but could not be denied also. Allura
feared that it was her fault that Lance changed so drastically, that he showed
more thirst for blood like a soldier excited for a new battle, all because she
pushed her Paladins in a war that they were not aware that was happening in the
all of it was better left in the back of her mind for now. Today was a day for
her Paladins, a few months on Earth would do them some good. They explained to
her and Coran that it was much better if the Earth’s government would still
remain unaware of the existence of other life forms outside of Earth. Hunk and
Pidge told her that humans might be in par with the Galra when it comes to
experimenting the unknown. Most humans would rather treat aliens like mindless
animals than creatures with feelings. Shiro suggested to them that it was
better to leave the Castle of Lions outside of Earth’s radar, meaning they
needed to stop out of the Milky Way Galaxy, and just use the pods to get near
to their home planet.
it was Lance who suggested a safe place to land. They left the Castle in the
hands of a few friends they managed to have through the years of fighting the
Galra empire and set course for the coordinates that Lance gave to them.
was so excited to finally meet Lance’s family…wait, that could probably be said
a bit better but that was what he still meant. Hunk never had the opportunity to
visit Lance’s home and family even if they had been friends for years. It was
always Lance who visited Hunk during vacations and holidays and never the other
way around. So for Lance to suggest a place to land and when he realized that
it was the beloved beach that the Blue Paladin always talked about with his
best friend, Hunk could not contain his excitement.
here!!!” Hunk heard the enthusiastic scream coming from Lance and chuckled
himself when Shiro shouted words of caution to their Blue Paladin, which was
went unheard due to the happy cheers.
by one they all followed Lance and soon reached the only building found in the
area, at least the area that could only be reached by their eyes.
all the years they had traveled in outer space, Hunk saw a lot of vacation
houses. He saw a lot and it was enough to say that the one if front of them
could be classified as one. The house itself might be 250 square meters,
excluding the garden part, it has three floors with a rooftop and balcony. The color
scheme was a mix between shades of blue and streaks of white, ocean waves and
Earth sea creatures adorned the walls while tropical flowers was engraved in
the pillars and glass windows.
story short, it was like a vacation house owned by a very rich family.
“¡Bienvenido a mi
Lance said with outstretched arms to emphasize the house behind him, “Well…at
least for now. This is not the main house after all. But make yourself at home
to my vacation house! Tomorrow we will take a plane to Italy and meet my whole
family!” he was about to run away again but Hunk held him firm this time before
leaving them behind.
Lance, buddy, my friend, what do you mean by ‘going to Italy and meet my whole
did you just said that this is your vacation
house?! Are you some kind of rich kid here on Earth?!” Pidge was clutching
her hair, that has grown past her shoulders, as if it could help her making
sense of the information she had just been given.
Oops?! That’s all you can say?! Why
Pidgeon!” Lance put his hands in surrender, “Let’s take a rest for now! I’ll
answer your questions tomorrow once we got to that main house!”
was still steaming with mix emotions but decided to let it go with an angry
huffed. Lance might be the most talkative human she had ever met but he rarely
pull out personal information like family backgrounds.
now? Follow me!”
they were walking towards the entrance, Keith asked an important question, “How
are you so sure that this place still belongs to you? I mean, it’s been five
looked back at the group with a playful smile on his face.
just know it. Besides, this place was a gift for me by the Decimo himself.”
was the question that revolved around everyone’s mind. Allura and Coran was
just confused by the baffled expression of the rest of the Paladins towards
Lance so they opted to stay quiet. This was not their planet after all. They
still don’t know the majority of human customs due to its diversities.
Lance could knock, the door suddenly opened and they were greeted by a scene
that they thought could only be found by exaggerated movies. For before them,
four maids to the right and four butlers to the left were lined in a row. Judging
from the posture of the man and woman who opened the door it was safe to assume
that they were the heads.
caught Shiro’s attention though was the banner that was proudly displayed on
the wall directly on the path of the entrance. It had the symbol of a beautiful
mermaid with her tail wrapped around a bullet and the sides were designed with
twin towers. It was a very familiar insignia for Shiro and he was sure he had
seen it during his years in Japan.
clicked in though when the maids and butlers spoke simultaneously.
Young Master Lance Salazar.”
looked at Lance like he had just seen him for the very first time. The others
just felt their jaws dropped at the sudden revelation.
a Salazar?! As in that Salazar?! Salazar
time, Lance gave them a mischievous smirk that was clearly up to no good.
There was no remorse or guilt laced tone when Lance said that.
Characters: Finn Wolfhard x reader, Wyatt, Josh, Jake
Tense: 3rd person
Summary: (Y/N) lives in Finn’s stüssy hoodie, Jake becomes Hulk, Finn believes he has wolf senses, Josh brings to light about a time travel theory and Wyatt would lose a race.
A/N: I’m feeling a part 3 is gonna be needed :’))) & thank you to @thelosversclubs for letting me use some ideas from your post // P.S. i’ve noticed some people using ideas from the ending of my Halloween imagine, like that’s cool and all but please credit and ask me first bc I worked really hard on it and I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to have ideas taken and not have a credit ygmmm <3 Also wanted to say I’m happy people backed Finn after the whole thing of people being horrible bc like people have said he owes no one anything, like also he’s 14 why verbally attack him, i cant comprehend honestly- but he did nothing wrong in my eyes and he was probably also pretty taken aback by the amount of people bc again hes 14 anyway enjoyyyyyy Xx
26th November, it’d been 2 years since Finn had
left and none of the group had received any form of contact from him. The only
time they’d heard about him was through his mum, letting them know he had
arrived at his destinations and exactly what those destinations were. Other
than that, the group had no replies, so they decided to just take the time as
Josh and (Y/N) were out in the cold morning of the day,
skating down their street. She had one of Finn’s expensive hoodies on,
something she could only ever imagine to afford, that he’d been given from a
photoshoot. She had the sleeves covering her hands, stopping them from
freezing, yet her legs were bare. She had socks pulled up to a quarter of her
calf, and knee length denim shorts on loosely; she had thought that seeing the
sun through the window meant it was warm but as she got outside, she realised
it was false but Josh didn’t let her change.
Throughout the day, the two were talking non-stop about
films they’d seen, hoped to see and their own ideas for filming. They had
skated to a local diner, seated across from each other in a two-people booth.
“Is everything okay?” she asked him, she could tell by the
way he looked at his phone that he was mentally reacting to something. He
didn’t hear her as he carried on reading on his phone. “Josh?” he quickly
snapped his head up, trying not to indicate any sign of emotion. He just raised
his eyebrows as if nothing had happened.
“Oh, yeah,” he laughed and waved her off. “Everything’s
fine, so what are you having?” he asked, putting his phone on the table. The
two looked through the menus, suggesting meals to the other.
“I’m thinking about having a milkshake-“ Josh’s phone
vibrated and he quickly pulled it away. He replied to whatever the message had
been, and then placed it back on the table before squinting, clearly thinking to
himself, and putting in his pocket. He looked back up to her, clearly
suspicious but she rolled her eyes and gave up caring about it.
“Good choice,” he said as she ordered, handing the two menus
to the waitress. “I have a question for you, though,” she nodded for him to
proceed. “If I turned out to be an alien, like this was just my human form,
what would you do? Like would you disown me as a friend?”
She shook her head, laughing, looking down then looked back
up at him. “Is there something I should know?” he faked a suspicious eye look
and ran out from his seat, causing everyone in the diner to look at the two,
not that they took any notice, and he soon walked back. Their food had come and
they spent the time in silence enjoying the food, occasionally looking up at
each other to give a nod of approval.
“Happy Birthday,” he said as a slice of chocolate cake for
him came, putting a candle in it and using his own lighter to light it for her.
“It’s my dessert to eat but you can blow out the candles,” she flicked his
forehead before blowing out the light. She sighed, thinking about how Finn had
now missed yet another birthday of hers, but she was soon brought out of her
thoughts by Josh. “Can I have a go on your board?” he asked her, she shrugged.
“I don’t see why not,” she smiled, halving the payment with
him. “Just don’t break it.”
“You fucking broke it!” she practically screamed, voice
cracking as she did. “How do you fall off the board and run it right under a
moving car, like, how does that just happen?” she began to pace, hands running
through her hair as she began to breathe heavily.
“I fell off on purpose,” he said cautiously. “I didn’t see
the car coming, though.”
She turned her head slowly towards Josh, “You have three
seconds to run before I fucking kill you,” she said through gritted teeth, eyes
wide and sending sharp daggers towards him.
“Look,” he said, holding in laughter, as he held his hands
up in defence. “I’ll take you to get a new one, okay?” he said. “I’ll pay.”
“Yeah, you better,” she shook her head. “Like right now.”
He checked his phone. “How about in like… half an hour?” she
furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
“You better not be bullshitting me, Oval,” she referenced the
shape nickname that her and Finn gave to him. “You’re so dead, otherwise.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waved her off as they began to walk on the
pavement. “You never answered my question, by the way,” he tried changing the
subject, hoping she wasn’t still mad at him.
“What question?” she asked, attempting to think back at
their conversations. “Oh, the alien one,” he nodded, looking down at her. “I
wouldn’t disown you as a friend, no,” she smiled. “But I’d probably blackmail
you with it, you know, get all the shit I’ve ever wanted.”
“I see you’re still mad,” he laughed. She gave him a
sarcastic smile and nod before flicking his forehead again.
The two got to the store and both looked around, Josh
allowing her to pick any board she wanted. He was on his phone frantically
texting multiple times to someone whenever she had her back turned.
“How about-“ she stopped, seeing Josh quickly look up and
put his hand down, which held his phone, at his side. “Are you secretly
breaking up with someone because you’ve been like that with your phone the
whole day,” she laughed but he just ignored her comment and nodded towards the
boards hung up on the wall. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I can’t be
bothered to care if you won’t tell me,” she turned round and began to scan the
prices of the boards.
“Try and go with the cheapest, please,” he chuckled. “My
money is tight.”
“You’re the tight one,” she scoffed jokingly. “If Finn was
here, he’d be telling me to purposely pick the most expensive because you
purposely broke my board,” she tapped on the price stickers to the tune of
Jurassic Park, causing Josh to smile to himself. She’d had the tendency to tap
on anything with the theme tune but she was completely unaware, which made the
others in the group never actually mention anything.
“That sounds about right,” she quickly flicked her head
round, almost hurting her neck at how fast she’d done it. She knew that wasn’t
Josh and as she looked, she saw Finn stood directly in front of her holding an
obviously shaped present. She flung herself towards him, after he quickly put
the present down on the table and then pulled away. “Hi,” he chuckled, smiling
widely at her. “Is that my hoodie?”
She looked down and pulled at it, “Yeah it is.” She said
nonchalantly, shrugging and smiling.
“Oh cool, looks cute,” she smiled even more at his remark.
Josh watched as the two stared at each other, almost as if they were the only
ones in the room.
“Yeah, well it’s mine now,” she hugged herself, rocking her
He just shrugged, “Okay, it looks better on you anyway,” he
tugged at the sleeves, gently brushing her fingertips accidentally. “Jesus
you’re cold,” he laughed which made her place her hands on either side of his
face on his cheeks. “I missed you, Dickwad,” she laughed, pulling him back into
a tight hug. He held one hand on the back of his head, seeing as he’d grown
taller yet again since the last time they saw each other, and held the other
around her. “You absolute, arse, though, why didn’t you tell us you were here?”
she asked, hitting his arm. “Wait, this is all a bit coincidental,” she turned
to Josh. “Is he the one you were-“
Josh nodded. “The one I was secretly breaking up with, yes,”
she laughed. “He told me to break your board, though, so don’t keep hating me.
I’m also not here to buy you one,” he nodded towards the present on the desk.
“I hate you guys,” she laughed. Finn gave her the present
and she bounded like a child as she took it from him. She sat on the floor and
unwrapped it, giving herself multiple paper cuts from how carelessly she was
“I bet you it’s a bike,” Josh said, nodding in anticipation.
It caused her to stop and look up at him, laughing along with Finn whilst Josh
just stared blankly at the gift.
She finally got to the present, not surprised that it was a
new skateboard. The top was a khaki colour, “Look underneath,” Finn said
excited. She turned it over, seeing that it had been custom made with a
graffiti cartoon of the group. Josh was drawn at the side standing up, eyes
melting black, holding the top of his skateboard with it stood on the ground. Wyatt
on the other side doing the same as Josh, the two with their chins up as if
like tough bodyguards. Jake was drawn as the Hulk, placed between the two boys
and much taller than the rest. (Y/N) was drawn crouched down on a board, with
Finn doing a leapfrog over her.
“This is sick,” she
said and Josh came over to look too. He laughed at his eyes and took a photo.
Wyatt came running through the door with Jake, out of breathe and leaning down.
“Traffic was bad, but finally got here,” he said. The two walked over to where
everyone else was stood and looked at the board.
“Alright, man, I’m
the Hulk,” he nodded and clapped his hands together. “What’s up with Josh’s
eyes,” he laughed, holding his stomach.
“My knowledge was pouring out of me from my brain,” Josh
“Yeah,” she laughed. “Knowledge.”
It was around 4 o’clock and the sun was still up, causing
everyone to complain about how hot they were. Josh and (Y/N) were stood,
boiling in the heat, as they tried to work out where Finn had taken them. They
were stood still and Wyatt had decided to sit on the floor, whilst Jake lied
“Dude, we’re in the middle of a car park,” she said. “Where
are we meant to actually be?” They had no signal on their phones and Finn was
walking in circles. “You know he’s got us lost, right?” She laughed quietly
“Yeah, but I mean- what is he doing?” He whispered and laughed. She turned her attention towards
Finn, who had his fingers to his temples and looked around. He was biting his
lip and was squinting both because of the brightness and because he was in so
much fake concentration, almost looking constipated.
“My wolfie senses are tingling,” he said, walking towards
“Wolfie senses?” she questioned.
“Yeah, like spidey senses but wolfie because I’m a Wolfhard,”
he seemed impressed by himself. She nodded as he spoke. “Like a hard wolf,” she
just raised her eyebrows and smirked. “It’s cool, okay?” he shouted, pretending
to cry as he walked away.
He carried on with his actions of holding his fingers to his
temples before abruptly pointing in a random direction. “I’ve forgotten where
it is, let’s go eat,” he pointed and started walking fast, causing the others
to quickly rail behind. All out of breathe and dragging their feet on the
“Is a harrow a bird or a fish?”
Wyatt asked. They’d all been talking randomly like they usually did, most
likely having passer-by’s over hear them. They were sat on a patch of grass in
a large open park, eating, (Y/N) and Finn sat next to each other and the other
3 sat opposite.
“I think you’re thinking of a sparrow,” she said,
pointing at him, almost as if she was clicking on an option given in mid-air.
“Yeah and a herring,” Finn laughed, his hand on
the floor behind her. She was hunched up, Starbucks hot chocolate cup in hand,
her arms resting on her knees. Finn was rested back slightly, his arm behind
him for support, legs out in front of him crossed and a root beerbottle in his
free hand. He’d taken a swig and pointed to him with his bottled hand.
“It’s a tool,” Josh said. “Kinda like you Finn,”
he nodded towards him, not even a tug at his lips to indicate that he was
joking. Alike to her, his sense of humour was hard to tell, which made her
laugh even more at his jokes.
“Fuck you, Oval,” he said, calling him by his
nickname of a shape. “Wyatt’s the tool, we all know that, have you seen his
photo shoots?” She took out her phone, laughing, in attempts to find the photos
of Wyatt. Finn was leant close to her, pointing and telling her what to write
whilst the two giggled.
“Shut up,” he whined. “You guys are such
arseholes, just because I know how to work a camera.”
She nodded in agreement as she looked through
the photos. She made “ooh” noises
jokingly and was still laughing.
“You know we can technically time travel?” Josh
said. Everyone looked at him, giving indications of him to elaborate. “Right,
so if you go on a plane to fly to a different country or wherever with a
different time span or whatever it is, you’re either going back in time-
reliving a day that you’ve already experienced- or going forward in time-
missing a day that you haven’t lived yet.” All stared at him, thinking to
themselves and then mouth’s gaped open.
“Holy shit,” she said. Josh looked impressed
with himself and brushed his hands against each other as if dusting off his
knowledge on the floor.
“Where did you read that?” Finn spoke up. “No
way did your mind function that by itself.”
“I have a lot of these things in my
brain,” he shrugged. “They just pop up whenever they feel like saying ‘hellooo’,
you know?” he trailed.
special, Oval,” Finn said.
“My mum says that too,” he nodded, seemingly proud. “How
Finn and (Y/N) had gone back to her house, looking for some
films to take back to his to watch. She let themselves in and the two made
their way upstairs. Finn looked around as he walked, a paining feeling in his
chest as he realised just how long he’d been away.
“Haven’t been in here in ages,” he smiled, wandering around
her bedroom. “It’s so different- Did you take these?” he interrupted himself as
he looked at her wall covered in photos. Whilst he’d been away, she found a
hobby and interest in taking photographs, both digital and film. “These are
insane,” he beamed as he looked in awe at all of them. His eyes were scanning
each one slowly, wanting to look thoroughly and in depth.
She walked over and stood next to him, she shrugged
modestly. “I don’t know,” she laughed. “I think they’re pretty average,” he
shot his head towards her with a look of somewhat annoyance, thinking how can she not see it? “What?”
He shook his head, diverting his attention back to the wall.
“You’re crazy talented, the fuck, man,” he chuckled. “You need to take photos
of me for my Instagram, I’d get scouted as a model with your photography,” she
blushed slightly, nudging his arm in embarrassment and awkwardness. She sat on
her bed and he turned, leaning against her desk opposite her. “Seriously.”
They stayed in silence for a few minutes. “You’re not
He shook his head. “No, I would never bullshit you,” he
said. “Ever” she smiled weakly. “How
have you been, how’s your mum?”
“I’m good, like actually really good,” she spoke genuinely
but avoided eye contact with Finn. He smiled, at ease to know that she was
feeling better than the last time he’d seen and spoken to her. “My mum’s doing well,
too, we’re a lot more open with each other now. So that’s helpful, I started to
take photos because it gives me a reason to get out the house, you know?”
“You have no idea how happy I am,” he stayed looking at her,
not that she knew this. She then looked up and softened his look, not as
fixated on her this time. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by her catching him
looking at her the way that he was.
The two had made their way back to Finn’s house and were sat
downstairs watching a film whilst their parents were outside talking and socially
drinking. She had her head resting on his lap, yawning every so often, and was
curled up like a hedgehog. She had still got Finn’s hoodie on and had the
sleeves pulled over he palms again, her hands resting underneath her head.
Finn’s hands were placed on her forearms, occasionally tapping a new and made
“I feel like that’d be Wyatt,” she laughed, barely able to
hear herself as she had one ear covered by the back of her hand. “Legit just
trailing behind, like if we were to all race I reckon Jake would be kinda
middle, Josh would be right next to Wyatt, no doubt,” she cackled. She pointed
and pulled her arm back to underneath her head.
“Will I be the lead?” he joked, knowing full well she would
make an excuse to make him lose, and her to win.
“No,” she sat up and looked at him, shaking her head, “I’d
beat your arse,” she laughed, speaking with a confident tone.
“See,” he said, not convinced. “I think I would be, I think
I’d be way in front,” she squinted at him and he copied her, mimicking, as if
the two were in a western show down.
“Mum!” They both yelled in unison, eyes still focused on the
other. They both ran out the room, shoving each other to get through the door
first. They made their way out to the back garden where their parents were,
“Who do you think-“ they, again, spoke at the same time and looked at each
“Who do you think would win in a race?” He asked, they all
“Don’t laugh, this a serious question,” she said
impatiently, bouncing up and down.
“Okay, okay,” they waved for them to calm down.
“I think (Y/N) would win,” Finn’s brother piped up from the
kitchen. “Finn would come close behind by about 3 laps,” Finn pulled a face at Nick
which he gave back.
“My favourite Wolfhard,” she laughed, running in to get a
fist-bump from him, causing Finn to whine.
“I would win,” he
scoffed. “All of you are just jealous.”
(basically jack and y/n hate each other but cant seem to keep their hands off each other)
i may do a part 2 to this so if you’d like me to just ask/request :)
“Move.” Jack nudged you as he walked by to get to the fridge.
"Wow, some manners would be nice.“ You shot back, rolling your eyes at him.
“I’ll use manners when i’m talking to people I actually give a shit about.” Jack replied, moving back to sit on Caspar’s sofa.
“Can’t you two just be nice to each other for 5 minutes?“ Joe groaned, sick of yours and Jack’s bickering.
It wasn’t a surprise that you and Jack were like this, you have never liked each other. Since Joe introduced you - his cousin - to all of his friends last year, Jack has always been so annoying and pathetic towards you. No one really knew why, you both just never really clicked. However, the rest of the guys love you. You and Conor were super close but it was complicated as he’s Jacks brother and you tried to avoid Jack as much as possible.
"It’s not my fault he’s so immature.” You told your older cousin.
“You’re both as bad as each other, to be fair.“ Conor laughed.
"Please,” Jack scoffed. “I don’t understand why I have to put up with her all the time."
“Because she’s our friend!” Conor defended you.
“And she’s my cousin.“ Joe laughed.
“I wish she wasn’t.” Jack took a sip of his water.
“You do realise i’m right here?“ You asked Jack. "Grow up."
"Me grow up?!” Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Come on you two!“ Caspar laughed.
You gave Jack the evils before going back to your laptop, scrolling through facebook.
“So what are we doing?” Joe asked. “Ice skating?”
"Yeah, buddy, how excited are you?“ Caspar exclaimed as he put his arm round Joe.
"Get off me!” Joe pushed him away. “Well when are we going?"
“Now, I think. The car’s here.” Josh told everyone, getting up from his chair.
“So am I getting a car in 20 minutes yeah?“ Jack asked Josh.
"Yeah, you and Y/N are getting that one.” Josh replied.
"Why me?“ You groaned.
“Because you two are being annoying today and need to sort your shit out.” Josh told us.
“Josh, don’t be a dick head.“ Jack warned, eyeing Josh.
"I’m not. You two talk. This car is full.” Josh told us, everyone leaving.
Everyone said their goodbye’s and eventually it was just you and Jack in Caspar’s apartment. Jack was in the same spot on Caspar’s sofa and you were still stood up, on your laptop, which was on the work top.
"You don’t always need to be a prick, you know.“ You spoke up, causing Jack to turn his head in your direction. He raised his eyebrows at you.
"Yes, I do.” He replied before turning back to the TV.
“Why?“ You asked, walking towards him slowly.
“Because I hate you.” Jack replied, standing up quickly and walking past you.
He placed his bottle of water on the side before slipping out his phone and leaning against the side.
“I hate you too.“ You scoff, going back to your laptop.
Even though you really disliked Jack, you didn’t hate him. You hoped he didn’t hate you either. He’s just very annoying and has always been annoying. If he hadn’t held some sort of grudge against you since day one then you would probably get on really well.
You suddenly had a really good idea as you spotted Jack’s water bottle that didn’t have a lid on. Slowly wondering over, Jack’s eyes stayed on his phone, you went right next to him. As you leaned towards him to go for the water bottle, he spoke.
"What are you doing?” He snapped.
“Uhh… Just getting…“ You started, leaning over and knocking the bottle towards Jack.
The water went all over his white t-shirt that he was wearing and he immediately jumped away.
"What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted.
"Oops, my hand slipped.“ You shrugged, a small smile on your lips.
"You’re such a fucking bitch!” He groaned, trying to pull the back of his t shirt round so he can see the wet patch.
“I wouldn’t wear that out if I were you.“ You giggled, watching Jack. His blue eyes were now narrow and angry, giving you the evils.
“Fuck off.” He muttered, storming off into Caspar’s bedroom.
Within a few seconds, he came back and walked to the corner of the living room where Caspar’s clothes were hanging up to dry.
Jack picked up one of Caspar’s black t shirts, feeling it to see if it was fully dry. You guessed it was as Jack then took you by surprise and pulled his wet t shirt up and off. You immediately lost your breath as you saw Jack’s body. As you saw his glistening skin, you could feel yourself go bright red and tried your hardest not to look. It didn’t really work though as Jack caught your eye.
“Stop checking me out.“ He teased with a grin.
"I-i’m not.” You quickly replied.
You looked down at your laptop, trying to avoid the conversation. But you could see him in the corner of your eye as he just wasn’t putting on Caspar’s t shirt. Suddenly he started walking over to you. You gulped nervously, not trusting yourself.
Jack went behind you, getting closer and closer. You felt yourself getting hotter as he placed his bare chest against your back. Why was he doing this? You hated Jack, why is he messing with you this way? You felt his crotch against your bum and his hand on your hip. He placed the t shirt down on the work top before moving all your hair to one side.
"Like what you see?“ Jack whispered in your ear.
His hot breath sent goosebumps all over your body and you suddenly lost your voice. You turned around so your facing him, meeting with his grinning face.
"W- what are you doing?” You stuttered, not knowing where to put your hands as Jack kept getting closer and closer.
His hands went to the work top either side of you, blocking you in. His body was now pressed against your own as he was getting closer again.
As his face was just inches from yours, he muttered something.
"I really fucking hate you.“
"I hate you too.” You mumbled back as his lips brushed against yours.
You didn’t like him - you really didn’t - but the hatred had created this tension between you and he was standing there with no shirt on, his blond hair was messy but looked perfect, his bright blue eyes were dark and narrow and his lips were almost on yours.
You couldn’t help yourself.
As soon as his lips were pressed against yours, your hands snaked up his body and round his neck.
He kisses you desperately, as if his life depended on it. As if he needed you more than anything. His lips were soft and felt good against yours and when he bit down gently on your bottom lip you couldn’t help but let out a moan.
"Jack.“ You gasped as his lips went to your neck, sucking the skin and leaving wet marks.
“Up.” He told you.
Within seconds you were up on the work top and he was kissing the life out of you. He moved himself so he was in between your legs and his arms were around your waist.
His tongue entered your mouth and your hands went to his hair, running your fingers up and down the back of his head.
You were immediately snapped back to reality when Jack’s phone started to ring. He let you go within seconds and fished his phone from his back pocket.
"H-hello?“ Jack breathed out, clearly short for breath.
You were exactly the same, out of breath. It took you a few seconds to actually realise what had just happened. Jack had kissed you. And you really liked it. The loss of contact from him made you realise how intimate you had been.
"Now?” Jack spoke into the phone as he reached for the t shirt that was on the side. “OK, see you soon.”
Jack slipped the t shirt on after hanging up the phone.
“Uber’s here.“ Jack muttered to you, not even looking in your direction.
You both grabbed your things and made your way down to the car in silence.
“Hey guys.” Caspar greeted you both as you and Jack met them by the ice rink.
"Hey buddy.“ Jack spoke to him.
You were angry, to say the least. Why would Jack kiss you like that then not talk to you? So, what happens now… You’re just going to go back to hating each other.
"You guys have fun?” Caspar asked Jack.
“Its never fun with her.“ Ouch.
As Jack’s words left his mouth he answered your question. Yes, back to hating each other it is.
“You alright, babe?” Conor asked you as you all picked up your skates.
“Yeah.“ You sighed but Conor realised you weren’t.
"Y/N.” Conor warned, giving you a look.
“Don’t worry, i’ll tell you later.“ You brushed him off, sitting down as you pulled on your skates.
Your thoughts were clouding up your mind you didn’t even realise how long it was taking you to put your ice skates on.
“Y/N?” Conor nudged you.
“I can’t get them on.“ You groaned. The situation was stressing you out.
“Would you like some help?” A male voice spoke up.
You looked up to where the voice was coming from. It was a man, who worked on the ice rink, who was rather good looking.
“Oh- Uh, yeah please.“ You smiled at him.
He bent down to his knees and did up your skates. You stared at him the whole time, his dark hair was perfectly styled and his hazel eyes looked up at you when he had finished.
“Thanks.” You spoke.
He responded with a smile and held his hand out to you. At first you didn’t realise what he was doing but soon caught on and placed your hand on his. He pulled you up and flashed you a grin.
It was good timing as the bell went off, signalling that it was ready for everyone to go on the ice.
You thanked the man one last time before turning back to the boys.
The first person who caught your eye was of course Jack, who was stood in between Joe and Josh, with the dirtiest look on his face. When your eyes met his, he began to shake his head.
You shot him a questioning look but he just looked away.
All of you finally got onto the ice and you immediately grabbed onto the edge. So did most of the boys.
Joe and Jack were quite good though as they skated off past you.
You, Josh, Caspar, Mikey, Oli and Conor were all holding onto the edge for a little while until they all started getting more confident and skated by themselves.
You were still holding on, moving your skates slowly on the ice but still slipping every now and then. You were no where near confident enough to let go.
“Here.“ The same voice from earlier said as the man reach for your hand.
"Second time you have helped me today.” You laughed as him help your hand tightly, going around the ice.
"You’re good at this, why are you holding onto the side?“ He laughed, running his gloved hand through his hair.
“I don’t know, i’m just scared of falling over.” You replied.
All of the guys were skating confidently round the rink, although Mikey and Oli kept falling over due to the others pushing them.
"I have to go.“ The man spoke after skating with you for a few minutes. Of course, he had to do his job.
"Well thanks, again.” You laughed. He winked at you before skating off.
You decided to skate in the middle of the ice for a bit even though your heart was beating like crazy - nervous of falling over.
Conor and Josh were just a little bit ahead of you so you caught up with them.
You went in-between them, grabbing onto their hands.
"Well there she is!“ Josh laughed as he saw you.
"Whos that guy?” Conor asked as you all skated together, hand in hand.
What guy?“ You asked.
“That guy you were just with.” Conor replied.
"Oh, i don’t know, he just helped me.“ You shrugged.
The three of you skated together for a while until Josh tripped and pulled you both over with him. You were not happy with him but couldn’t help but laugh.
You decided to skate by yourself for a little while to get your balance right.
Until you felt someone behind you, nudging you out of the way. You reacted quickly by grabbing onto their arm so you don’t fall.
You were met with two bright blue eyes that you loved to hate. As you gripped onto him, you were still unsteady so Jack grabbed onto your waist, helping you gain your balance.
"Why did you do that?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he grinned.
“Funny.” He shrugged.
"I hate you.“ You groaned, getting out of his grip and skating off.
"Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked as he skated beside you.
“What are you talking about?“ You snapped.
"That guy.” Jack replied.
“He was helping me, Jack, grow up.“
"Whatever, babe.” He teased as he grabbed your hand, which took you by surprise.
"What are you doing? Get off!“ You pulled away but he didn’t let you go.
You both lost your balance on the ice and Jack pulled you down with him as he fell. It was so embarrassing as you fell right onto the ice next to Jack, making your clothes soaking wet.
"For fuck sake Jack!” You whined.
Getting up, you were so angry with Jack. Why does he always wind you up? Its like its his mission to annoy you.
"Sorry, babe.“ Jack laughed as he got up.
Fuck off!“ You snapped before going over to tell the boys you were leaving.
You had finished your shower - at Joe’s, where you were staying - to realise everyone had come back here.
They were all so rowdy you could hear them a mile away. As you got out, you realised that your clean clothes were in the washing pile that was in the wash room.
Everyone was downstairs by the sound of it, so with your towel wrapped around your wet body and tip toed out of Joe’s spare bedroom go the wash room.
“Y/N.” Jack’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks.
You turned to see Jack at the top of the stairs, in the same black t shirt he was wearing earlier. His hair was messy but look good as always and he held a tight expression on his face as he looked you up and down.
"I- i’m just getting some clothes.“ You told him as you sped walked to the wash room and picked up some joggers and a t shirt.
When you walked back out onto the landing, you were thankful to see that Jack wasn’t there.
However, when you went back into your room, Jack was stood there waiting for you.
“What do you want, Jack? I’m trying to get dressed.” You sighed, placing your clothes down on the bed.
“Are you still angry at me?“ Jack asked.
"I’m always angry at you.” You sighed.
Jack ran his fingers through his hair and also sighed.
“I need to get dressed.“ You told him again.
"So get dressed.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him.
Thinking about it for moment, you realised you could get him back for teasing you earlier. Walking over to the chest of drawers that had your underwear in, you faced away from Jack. Taking a deep breath, you dropped your towel to the floor.
You quickly opened the drawer and grabbed some underwear. Before you could even put them on, Jack pushed you up against the drawers forcefully - not too hard though.
“Don’t fucking tease me.” Jack groaned in your ear before turning you around and crashing his lips onto yours.
Your naked body was pressed against him as he kissed you harshly. Your hands were around his neck, fingers touching the bottom of his hair.
“Clothes. Off.“ You muttered in between kisses.
Jack broke away from you quickly as he pulled off his - Caspar’s - t shirt. As he went back to kissing you, you ran your hands down his chest and along his toned stomach - the contact causing him to moan against your lips which was quite possibly the hottest thing ever.
Jack pushed you back so you were laying down on the bed. This was the first time he properly saw your naked body. His eyes scanned you up and down as his tongue poked out of his mouth and swiped his bottom lip.
"You’re so fucking sexy.” He said as he leaned down, kissing your neck, your collar bones, your chest, your stomach, your thighs.
"J-Jack.“ You moaned out as he kissed closer and closer up your thighs.
“Mmh.” Jack hummed in response.
Before Jack could do anymore, you leaned forward and undid his belt - hoping he’d get the message. Within seconds Jack’s trousers and boxers were both off.
Your mouth watered when you saw the size of him. You’d always thought he was big - but not that big. You were a little worried about how that would even fit inside of you.
“Please, Jack.“ You moaned, pulling him down to by the back of his neck.
"What do you want, baby?” Jack breathed out, grinning at you.
"I want you to fuck me.“ You surprised yourself as the words left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it. You needed him right now.
"Do you have a condom?” He asked, kissing you again.
"On. The. Pill.“ You told him in between kisses.
After kissing for a minute, Jack’s hand went to his member as he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his tip up and down your core.
"Fuck.” You moaned into his neck before sucking and kissing his soft skin.
Jack finally eased into you. Your arms went around his neck as you held yourself close to him whilst he thrusted in and out of you.
"I’ve waited for this for so long.“ Jack mumbled between thrusts.
Your moans and groans echoed throughout the bedroom and the fact that this wasn’t even your bed turned you on even more.
One of Jacks hands went to your clit, rubbing it to add more pleasure.
As you looked up at him, you noticed beads of sweat starting to form on his skin and his dirty blond hair sticking to his forehead.
Both your hands went to his cheeks as you looked into his eyes. His breathing was in sync with his thrusts and he stared down at you with eyes full of lust.
"I hate you.” You reminded him as he rocked in and out of you.
"I hate you more.“ Jack replied, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips which made your stomach do flips.
You could feel yourself getting close as your stomach felt tight. Your legs started to shake and your toes curled.
"Faster, Jack. I’m close.” You muttered as he kissed you again.
“Me too, baby.” He breathed out.
The way he called you ‘baby’ whilst fucking you like this made your heart melt. Jack picked up pace and the bed began to rock.
You moaned out loud as you came around Jack, digging your nails into the top of his back. It didn’t take Jack long to finish either, releasing inside of you.
As Jack pulled out of you, he kissed you again.
"Think I need another shower.“ You laughed.
"I’d be happy to join.” Jack smiled.
"Nope.“ You shook your head at him as he rolled off of you.
"Why?” He raised his eyebrows, still trying to catch his breath.
“I still hate you, remember.“ You reminded him, getting up off the bed.
“Wow, Y/N, I never thought you’d fuck and chuck me.” Jack laughed as you walked into the bathroom once again.
PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest. ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Steve realized he is an idiot but, he matters.
A/N: Okay, this is one of the only chapters that, after I had finished it I thought there needed to be more. And lemmie tell you - I’m glad I felt this way. This chapter gives you one of my favourite StevexReader moments to date. It just makes me feel all types of ways. Literally the moment I added it, the whole basis for everything just felt right. I’m really excited to see what you guys think. I could have probably cut this chapter into two parts because of the added scene but decided I made you guys wait long enough and already told you there were going to be eleven chapters soooo… enjoy the longest chapter.
“ Yea, let’s go towards the
beings from another dimension. Sure, sounds like a fun, safe thing to do. No danger
what so ever. ” You mumbled to yourself and you and Steve led the group of
kids back through the train tracks. Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head,
with a smile on his face he told you to shut up.
“ If we didn’t come along
they would have gone on their own. ”
“ Why? What do they gain from this? Why wouldn’t they just try to avoid
the danger and stay safe… and let the professionals handle it. ”
Request: Hi love! Can
you do a Edward Cullen imagine reader is his blood singer and has the power to
mirror powers and can you include the covens to.😊 For: @tangled-lust
Edward Cullen x Read
Gonna do the Readers
powers kinda like Rogue from X-men
Patience might be a virtue but it was definitely not your
Sat on the hood of Edward’s car, you clicked your feet together and waited with
your boyfriend who was reading his book.
“I don’t see why I can’t go in there.” You pouted.
Edward didn’t look up from his book, “Yes you do. If and your brother hadn’t
dared each other to try to jump off of the shed then you wouldn’t have cut your
leg and you wouldn’t have to wait out here.”
You leaned back against the windscreen with a groan, why was he so eager to remind
you of your misadventures? It hadn’t been a bad cut by human standards,
Carlisle had cleaned it up in two minutes but it was enough to keep Edward away
for a few days while it was healing. You’d also had to stay away from the rest
of the Cullen’s, just in case it started bleeding again. That’s why you were
sat waiting, Edward was waiting until he knew everyone in the house would be
okay with the ever so slight scent before he risked taking you in there.
And by everyone, you
knew that he meant Jasper. Having read your mind Edward put his book down,
“You’re practically healed, blood in a bandage does not smell nice so that’s
not tempting to me. But Jasper’s very sensitive.”
You accepted the answer and Edward went back to his book, after a moment you inched
your hand towards his.
“Don’t even try it.” Edward warned not looking up.
You pouted, “You promised not to keep reading my mind.”
“It’s not my fault that you can’t be sneaky.” He countered
amused. You inched your hand closer to him again.
“Y/N.” He warned, not looking away from his book again but you could see the
amusement on his face. He knew what you were planning, if you could just get a
good grip on any of his skin you’d momentarily be able to hitch a ride with his
powers and be able to read everyone’s mind in the house and get in there
quicker. It would have been nice to have a super awesome backstory about your
powers, a classic like an experiment gone wrong or a radioactive spider.
But alas, it seemed you were just born with them.
You didn’t even know that you had your
powers until you’d met Edward and accidently brushed his hand with yours in
class, suddenly there were nearly thirty hormone fuelled voices rushing through
your mind. You’d collapsed under the stress of it all the first time and been
taken into hospital where Carlisle had treated you and Edward spilled the beans
about his mind reading powers, his clan and you being his blood singer. An ill-advised
move but hey, they needed to help you with your powers. It had taken a long
time to come around to the idea and even longer for Rosalie to become your
friend, she thought Edward was making the same mistakes with you as he made
with Bella, they’d had a bad breakup and now Bella ran with the Mutts.
She was pleasantly surprised though when she got to know you and you became
good friends with all of them. Jasper’s powers were quite overwhelming, the
onetime you’d both been comfortable enough at the closeness to try it but he
was incredibly helpful at guiding you in using them. Emmett’s favourite thing that you’d ever done
was singing the That’s so Raven! Theme song before taking Alice’s hand, as luck
would have it she was getting a vision at the same time and the power of it
knocked you clean out and you dropped to the floor.
The more that you used your powers the less they wore you
out or knocked you unconscious, Carlisle had a theory that if you were to
become a Vampire that instead of just experiencing another’s powers you may
actually be able to hijack them and ‘borrow’ them for a small time.
Edward tucked his book inside his jacket and slid off of the
hood just as you’d nearly got close enough to touch him, he stepped around to
where you were sat and put his hands on your hips to help you down off of the
car, “Jasper’s fine, we can go in.”
You leaned into him and let him meet you the rest of the way to give you a soft
kiss, he was often awkward about these things so you never tried to push it too
A wolf whistle made you both separate and Edward shot Emmett a glare whilst you
gave him a cheeky grin.
“Come on Eddie, stop hoarding her all to yourself.” Emmett called and within a
blink he was beside you, he took you from Edwards arms and ran with you back
into the house, laughing the whole time as Edward chased him telling him to be
careful. Howling with laughter Emmett dropped you down on the sofa beside
Jasper who gave you a tight nod in greeting.
You settled down together for a while, you and Jasper on one
sofa and Emmett and Edward playing video games on the other sofa when you
nudged Jasper with your elbow. He gave you a look but when you smirked he
returned it and held his hand out for you.
You took his hand and watched the room change, Jasper’s
powers were your favourite to experience. The world sank back slightly and was
replaced with blurs of swirling colours. It was so beautiful. You could only
help move the colours; you reached out for vibrant pink watercolour floating in
your peripheral and with Jasper’s help you pulled it over to your boyfriend.
Edward looked up at you both and gave you a charming smile, “Stop it you two.”
“We’re not doing anything.” Jasper lied and you grinned.
Emmett gave you both a cheeky grin, “What’re you doing?”
“Jasper’s letting Y/N use his powers.” Edward explained and tried to refocus on
his book but his blinding smile never left.
“What have you given him?” Emmett asked with a grin.
“Excitement and giddiness.” You laughed.
Edward shook his head at your antics before moving to you at vampire speed and
brushing his lips over yours, you could feel his grin against your lips.
You could hear Jasper talking to Emmett, “I’m not even using my powers on him
“Aww look at them, how adorable.” Emmett cooed and you urged Edward to sit down
with you so that you could cuddle up to him and gave Emmett the finger.