I just wanna stay in the sun where I find Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind I know it’s hard sometimes Yeah, I think about the end just way too much But it’s fun to fantasize On my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was But it’s fun to fantasize
Oh, oh, I’m falling, so I’m taking my time on my ride
*Lyrics from Twenty one pilots - Ride
Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum in the happy days before Altissia, Final Fantasy XV
A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!
“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.
“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.
“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”
Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”
Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt.
“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something.
“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”
“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”
“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”
Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”
“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”
Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.
“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.
“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”
“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”
A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”
“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.
“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”
You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”
Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself.
She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”
haechan: if you think chenle’s teaser photos came out the best, raise your hand! jisung: *raises hand immediately* haechan: don’t just pick him because he picked you! (chenle had picked mark and jisung as his favorites earlier) jisung: no, seriously! i really like them! in that photo, his nose *pointing to the picture* that one, i really like how it came out haechan: oh, that’s right. that one is really cute. jisung: let me get up. *goes to grab the picture of chenle* jisung: honestly doesn’t he look younger (more like a dongsaeng) than me? chenle: *off screen* hey, hey! jisung: *smiles knowingly* ah, he’s seriously cute. wow, cute, cute. chenle: you’re also cute!! jisung: no i’m not chenle: *grabs pictures of jisung* i like these two pictures of jisung the best, this one is really cute! *showing jisung* please do the pose! jisung: no, it’ll be too different chenle: please do it! jisung: *does the pose*
can i get an isaac imagine where he cheats on you and you two fight and he wont apologize for what he did. and then a mission comes up & it ends where you die in his arms? just really angsty please. maybe base it off of “too little, too late” by jojo?
warnings: lots of angst, breakdown, death
author’s note: this request is from my old blog, but i had the idea in google docs, so here it is! enjoy xo (not my gif)
Three days later you had almost completely finished moving to your new Brooklyn apartment. Steve had raised an eyebrow when he heard where you were going to be living, but you just ignored him. You only had a few boxes remaining in your room and you had yet to move your yellow reading chair over. After Steve had left your apartment from helping you unpack, you settled on your new couch and turned on a movie, maybe all this quiet is exactly what you needed.
Bucky returned from his mission unscathed but annoyed. He had been on a solo mission, and with no one to talk to, all he could do was focus on what had transpired between the two of you and how your relationship had changed. He also had to figure out what was going on between you and Steve. Bucky had decided no matter what Steve or Jeanette said he was going to talk to you and figure out what is going on and get everything worked out.
Bucky was greeted in the hanger not by you as was usual, but Jeanette. He walks up to her quickly and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and walking towards the entrance to the building. “Do you know where Y/n is? I need to talk to her.”
Jeanette just shrugs disappointed that his sole focus was you, before she could say anything Bucky was walking away from her searching for Steve. Jeanette frowned after his form, even though you had removed yourself from Bucky as she asked, she hadn’t banked on how he would act in the situation. He marched to your room only to find the door was locked and his knocks went unanswered. He then made his way to Steve’s room, not bothering to knock before entering.
“Where is Y/n?” Steve looks up from his book and moves from the lounging position on his bed to sit on the side. He gives his best friend a roll of the eyes before standing to face him.
“Buck shouldn’t you be greeting your fiance?” Steve still wasn’t sure how he was going to tell his best friend that you had left, he was still trying to figure out how to get your chair out without him noticing.
“I’ve already seen Jeanie, I need to right things with Y/n. I know you know where she is so just tell me. And why the hell didn’t you tell me you were into her?” Bucky crosses his arms and fixes Steve with his winter soldier glare.
Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.
Word Count: 2,186.
A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D
They had met in Jamaica when Harry went to get away, to write, to have no distractions. But then she came out of nowhere, she was on vacation with her friends, spring break. She was cute, and Harry took a quick liking to her, she was different. She didn’t want to know Harry Styles from One Direction, but just Harry Styles as a person.
He liked the way she laughed, the way she was carefree but at the same time she wasn’t. He liked the way that she had to plan everything before it happened, that she hated not knowing. He liked the fact that she was a college student, a waitress, a regular girl. He loved the fact that she private, and didn’t want any camera’s on her, she wanted no part in his famous life. She wanted him behind closed doors. The only person in her life that knew about him was her roommate, other than that she kept her lips sealed.
And at the beginning it was easy, he could visit her, she could visit him. She went to his private show in London, met his family. They all loved her, who wouldn’t? She met his friend, his band mates, she sat in the crowd and people just assumed she was a fan. They came in separate cars, him with his team, she would drive her 2008 Ford, they would leave in separate cars. They made it work.
“When did you get here?” Harry asked, relaxing in the shade near the pool.
They were careful, up until his three day holiday in Mexico. She stood by the doorway, her sun flower covered dress laid over her bathing suit, sunglasses on her face.
“About twenty minutes ago, I ran up stairs to change,” she smiled, “how’s your break?”
“Would be better if you laid here with me,” Harry grins, patting the spot next to him.
She laughs, laying next to him, he wraps his arm around her, the two face each other, their faces inches apart, “did you get a hair cut?” he asked, picking up the ends of her hair.
“Yeah,” she smiled, “I got it the other day.”
“‘s nice,” he yawns, dropping her hair, “I’ve missed you.”
She kisses his jaw line, moving up to the corner of his mouth, “missed you more,” she mumbled, kissing him, “your sister requested to follow my instagram, I had to decline.”
Harry laughs, Y/N made it clear she wants her privacy. And if Gemma, Anne, Harry, and all his friends and family followed her on social media and shared pictures people would start asking questions, something she wasn’t ready for.
“Did you see me on the late late show?” He asked.
“I stayed up every night,” she says, making him smile, “your performance of Kiwi gave me life I had no idea I was missing.”
He laughs, moving her body closer to him, and then wrapping his leg around her, “is that so?” he asked.
She nods, “are you joining me next week?” Harry asks, lips in a pout.
“I wish, but I have work,” she sighs, “I have to make money to pay for college, you know like normal people.”
“Ugh,” Harry groans, “what about June?”
“I’m all yours,” she promised.
“We are going out to eat,” Mitch says, leaning against the island in the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Y/N asked, placing her chin on the palm of her hand, she tears her gaze away from Harry to Mitch.
“Some restaurant Claire found,” he shrugs, “I take it you guys won’t be coming?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Sarah asked, walking in, she sets her back on top of the island, “didn’t you two come out yet?”
“No, why would you think that?” Y/N asked.
“There are pictures of you like everywhere,” Sarah says, handing her phone to Y/N.
She grabs it, scrolling through twitter.
Y/N Y/L/N is the girl Harry is with, here is her twitter.
She’s not that pretty.
LOL she looks like trash.
IDK I would put in more effort in my appearance if I was Y/N.
Y/N is cute, leave her alone.
If Harry likes her, I like her.
Y/N needs to lose some weight, where did she come from anyways?
I bet Y/N is with him for the money.
Harry grabs the phone, pictures of them from the pool are posted everywhere, links to her social media are attached to tweets.
“Oh God,” Y/N rubs her temples, “how did they find me so quickly?”
“Please don’t listen to them,” Harry says.
She sighs, she had seen how the fans reacted to his past rumored girlfriends, it was the last thing she wanted.
“This is crazy,” she says, grabbing her own phone to see calls and texts from her friends, DM’s from people in her school, “this is the last thing I wanted.”
“Why are people like this?” Mitch sighed.
“Y/N,” Harry says gently.
“I’m fine,” she shrugs, turning off her phone and slipping it back into her bag, “it was bound to happen at some time anyways.”
“It should’ve happened when you were ready though, not when some guy wanted a pay check,” Harry says, frowning.
She grabs his hand, “my social media is on private, and I don’t plan on changing that, yeah people know about me, but they can’t really ever know what happens when it’s just us, which is what really matters.”
“‘m sorry love,” Harry kisses her hand, “I know this isn’t ideal.”
“Hey, you have to put up with me and my baggage, I have to do the same, your baggage just happened to be millions of camera’s,” she teased.
“Sometimes you can get a really good profile picture though,” Harry jokes.
She rolls her eyes, leaning over the island and kissing him quickly, “you’re very lucky I like you a lot,” she smiled.
“I’m a very lucky man,” Harry agrees, a smile on his face.
He grabs his phone sending out one little tweet.
Please share the love, she’s a wonderful girl who makes me happy, H.
“Stop signing your tweets! We know they’re from you!” Claire yelled, walking into the room.