Warnings: “Angst to fluff to smut”. NSFW gifs (you know me by now!!)
Anon asked “I’m on vacation with my so called family which is breaking apart at the moment and um it’s really hard to be here with them and I can’t really enjoy this vacay so is there a possibility if you could write a tom holland one shot to cheer me up maybe with angst and fluff and smut and beautiful words of yours.. I don’t want to be here with these people and I want to cry every second of the day.”
A/N: So this is my first non-Bucky/Sebastian fic. It’s special because the anon who asked is having a super bad day…I know how it gets when family is a bitch to deal with (trust me all my extended family are a bunch of assholes!!!!) Anyway, here you go and I hope I did him justice. SENDING HUGS AND KISSES YOUR WAY LOVELY PERSON.
Summary: (Y/n)’s soulmate tattoo is Loki in Nordic runes and now thinks fate is playing with her and he doesn’t exist because they gave her a mythological god. During the battle of NY (y/n) happens to meet him but what occurs once the battle is over? Her soulmate is the most hated man on the planet.
A/n: So I changed the MCU storyline a bit as well where Clint had met Steve before the battle of New York.
Warnings: There’s some physical harassment from a male co-worker on the reader so possible TRIGGER WARNING, and remember if this happens to you, report it and if nothing is done about it, definitely call the police. (Be safe y’all, we don’t all have Steve Rogers to our rescue)
A young man approached, thanking and taking his coffee from (y/n). She huffed, overtime she called out someone’s name, she always somewhat hoped that her soulmate would mysteriously appear. She’d had her soulmate tattoo since it appeared at age 12, like everybody else, except hers, wasn’t even English. It was in Nordic Runes, something people didn’t use to name their kids. (Y/n) had found out at 16 when she went looking for her soulmate after being teased for her strange tattoo. She was desperate to prove to everyone, her soulmate wasn’t a freak; he/she was unique and deserved love. She, after all, being in foster homes all her life, believed she could give this to them.
Bucky to everyone else: I Am The Darkness™. I hate each and every one of you and if you come any closer I will murder you with my left pinkie. Does this face look like it’s fucking around? No. I eat ice-cream with my two front teeth just to intimidate my foes. Now fuck off.
Bucky to Tony: *kissing cheek in greeting* Hey babe come look at this adorable puppy gif I found on the interweb today I think I just peed a little look at them they’re dancing.
Tom and Y/N are arguing a lot since he doesn’t have enough time for her. Therfore she spends more and more time with Harrison, much to Tom’s dislike.
Words: ~ 1800
Mentions of Sex
I sat on the couch zapping through the channels and letting out a sigh. Grabbing the TV paper, I let myself fall back against the backrest before checking the program. “Tom?”, I called out for my boyfriend but I got no response. “Tom, which movie do you want to watch tonight?”
Still getting no response, I stood up and entered our bedroom. “Tom, where are you?”, my voice was loud, probably loud enough for our neighbours to hear.
“I’m here, darling!”, I heard his voice and turned around, heading for the bathroom. His head popped out of the door frame, his eyes curiously looking at me.
“What’s the matter?”, he wanted to know before I entered the bathroom. And then came the moment I realised he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
There was a moment of silence and a grin on his face while my eyes swiftly gazed over his abs-covered abdomen and I leaned against the door frame.
“Um, I just… eh, I wanted to know which movie we’re going to watch tonight?”, I asked him before my eyes nervously met his. I hated it when I got flustered around him. It’s just that I didn’t expect him to be shirtless!
“I told you I can’t tonight.”, the brunet boy sighed, the smile vanishing from his face.
“What? But it’s movie night…”, I pouted, knowing that he couldn’t resist my puppy face. “I know, I know…”, he breathed, his gaze going to the ground.
“And you didn’t tell me.”, I grumbled before I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“Yes, I did! I got this thing tonight. It’s nothing big but…”, he began before I finished his sentence with an annoyed tone in my voice, “more important than movie night. I get it.”
I lightly pushed myself from the door frame, ready to think about another lonely evening but Tom stood in front of me, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on his sides before wrapping his arms around me.
The look in his brown eyes was as soft as his hot skin and a few strands fell on his forehead before he spoke up, “I’m gonna take a shower. And I think you should join me.”
An annoyed scoff escaped my lips before his lips collided with mine in a passionate kiss which I couldn’t help but return. I was mad at him! But resisting him was simply impossible…
His lips quickly wandered to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and my face blushed while my body slowly melted into his form.
“It has been weeks…”, he whispered softly, his lips brushing over my ear while his hands caressed my hips. Yeah, somehow we didn’t have a lot of time for that since he’d been busy all the time.
With his teeth grazing over my skin and his hips pressed against mine it was incredibly hard not to moan but I managed to push him away from me slowly, my body instantly aching for his touch. “Tom, you should get ready for your thing.”, I mumbled, noticing disappointment in his eyes.
“Did you just air quote me?”, he scoffed after he completely let go of me, his eyebrows narrowing. “Yeah, I did.”, I shrugged before I headed towards the bedroom. “Whatever…”, I heard him say under his breath, making my mood fall even more.
Laying down on my side of the bed and grabbing the book I was currently reading, I let out I sigh I didn’t know I was holding.
I only heard that Tom was showering but decided to ignore the guilty feeling inside my chest. It wasn’t his fault that he was away so much… but I was so mad in that moment.
Quickly getting lost in the lines of my book, time went by pretty fast and soon my half naked boyfriend entered the room without looking at me and stood in front of the closet.
I glanced over my book, our eyes meeting through the mirror and I quickly turned my attention back to my pages.
But I had to look again, watching his shoulder blades getting covered by a white shirt and his legs by dark pants before he put on a matching jacket. Watching him putting on clothes was at least as entertaining as watching him taking them off.
He hesitated when he wanted to choose a tie, which was always my thing to do. Suddenly he stood in front of the mirror wrapping his tie around his neck and pretty soon I realised that it was my favourite, black tie with the light stripes.
Our eyes met again and I looked at my book again, acting as if nothing had happened.
The tension between us was raising with every second that passed.
“Do you expect me to stay or why are you giving me the silent treatment?”, he suddenly said, turning around to face me.
“I just can’t believe you leave me again. It’s movie night!”, I exclaimed, smashing my book on the nightstand before standing up, “And it’s not the first time you do this. I’m just pissed off that I’m always looking forward to be with you and then you ditch me.”
“I’m not ditching you!”, he objected, his fingers running through his hair, “They want me to be there, so I am there. Y/N, it’s my job. That’s what I do!”
“Yeah, but you just told me that you can’t tonight. You could’ve told me a couple of days ago!”, I grumbled, crossing my arms in front my chest.
“I told you on Wednesday!”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did!”
“NO, YOU DIDN’T!”
A frustrated groan escaped his lips before he turned around and left our bedroom. I followed him, ready to continue our argument but he went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I let myself fall onto the couch, taking a deep breath. We had been arguing a lot lately. And I just wanted things to be easy again…
I was too busy staring at the plant next to the TV that I didn’t notice Tom approaching me from behind. “I’m going to go, now.”, he stated before touching my shoulder lightly.
And it hurt. Not physically but mentally… knowing that he was leaving me again.
“Yeah, have fun without me.”, I mumbled without even looking at him. I heard him sigh. Then he mumbled something under his breath. Then the front door slammed into the frame.
He was gone.
Curling myself into a fetus position, I pulled a blanket over me. The following thirty minutes were filled with self loathing thoughts and there might have been a few tears.
But after I had calmed myself down, I grabbed my phone and called Harrison.
“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?”, he greeted me happily, immediately answering his phone.
“Hey, Haz… Can you come over?”, I ask, a quiet sniff being audible.
“Yeah, sure! Are you… okay?”, he wanted to know and I shrugged before I realised that he couldn’t see me.
“I’m… it’s just… Tom ditched movie night.”, I replied sadly.
“Again?!”, he mumbled, probably shaking his head.
“Yes, again…He said he had, I quote, a thing tonight… and now I’m bored.”, I explained quietly.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”, he responded and hung up quickly.
Too many minutes later the door bell finally rang and I literally sprinted towards the door but opened it relatively slowly.
“Finally!”, I exclaimed after I saw Harrison smiling at me. “I bought ice cream since you sounded like you could need it.”, he laughed, holding up two cups of Ben & Jerry’s.
“You’re the best!”, I grinned, pulling him into the flat before rushing off into the kitchen to get spoons.
After I went back to the living room I saw that Harrison had placed the cups on the table. “So you wanna talk about it?”, he asked carefully, his eyes looking at me softly.
“No, let’s just watch a movie.”
But half an hour into the movie later, Harrison paused it after I had started telling him about what had happened today. I couldn’t keep all this in. I literally exploded, rambling and rambling.
“And then I said ‘Have fun without me’ and he just left! I mean, why?”, I sighed, taking another spoon of my ice cream, “It’s just… he always hugs me and kisses my cheek before he leaves.”
With my feet laying on his tighs, he drawed circles with his thumb on my shank while I mentally thanked myself for shaving my legs this morning.
Harrison looked at me, sympathy in his eyes and took a deep before he spoke up, “But you have to see it from his perspective, too, you know. You were mad at him… of course he didn’t hug and kiss you. He probably thought that you just wanted him to leave.”
“Yeah, you’re right…”, I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I’m a horrible girlfriend.”
“Hey, I didn’t say that! You’ve been dating for three years now and Tom’s still talking about how perfect you are.”, he claimed, his head tilting towards his shoulder while he looked at me.
I smiled to myself briefly, thinking about Tom saying those words to Harrison. “Yeah, but I’m so selfish and always whiny…”, I drifted off, watching my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt, “And we’ve been arguing a lot lately. Usually we only have these slight variances. And now…”, I sighed deeply before I looked at Harrison again, whose head rested lazily against the pillow tugged between his head and the backrest, listening attentively.
After a few moments of silence I realised that he didn’t know what to say, so I continued, “And we haven’t had sex for 5 weeks now. That’s like… a new record or something.”
Harrison laughed loudly, shaking his head slightly at my open statement.
“But I thought he wanted you to join him in the shower today?”, his eyebrows narrowed while a cheeky smile was on his face and I only shrugged.
“Yeah, but the times before he was either too tired or something. I’m probably so bad…”, I mumbled quietly, lowering my head before a question popped up in my mind and I looked at Harrison with raised eyebrows. “Did he say anything to you?”
Harrison shifted uncomfortably on his seat, stumbling over some incomprehensible words.
◇ pairing: yoongi | reader ◇ genre: angst and fluff ◇ word count: 14.859 ◇ warnings: implied smut, mentions of alcohol ◇ author’s note: this is a revamped version of a story I wrote ages ago, which some of you might have read already (was simply titled raindrop back in the day). the plot remains the same, only the writing was heavily tweaked, almost entirely rewritten. If you did not read it before, I sincerely hope you enjoy!
Since music is a very important part of this story, I suggest playing the songs on this playlist whenever they’re mentioned. :)
You feel exhilarated.
You would never be able to describe such feeling properly, and you are sure other musicians would agree. Being up there, hands surfing above the keys while the music floats seamlessly, turns your body weightless and takes your mind away from it, faraway from the dullness of reality. It drifts and glides away smoothly, silently, towards a remote place where you can finally shine.
Your senses are still heightened and your heart is still pumping vigorously as you leave the stage, fingers starting to tremble. They feel numb and sore after torturing them for almost ten minutes, and the pleasing sound of applauses still rings in your ears as you trudge in the direction of the bathroom.
You did it. Be proud. The cutting words are deafening in your head, mixing with the echo of the melody your hands conjured up only a few minutes ago. That voice, both sharp and unrecognizable, faintly resembles that of your best friend, your colleagues and your teachers, but you are unable to believe them. You just can’t.
They have a crush on you (gender neutral reader), but think they are not enough for you
everyone knows seokjin is confident, so you would definitely notice something was off when he seemed to be insecure around you. when he realized he had feelings for you, he would probably even avoid you to some extent, being confused by his own feelings and why he kept comparing himself to your beauty. however, he wouldn’t tell anyone, so you’d have to confront him about it. you’d ask him to talk to you privately, then carefully approach the subject
“seokjin, is something wrong? i’ve noticed you act a bit distant around me”
at first he’d probably tell you it was nothing important, not admitting something was bothering, but neither denying it
“please tell me. i just want to help, did i do something wrong?”
jin wouldn’t be able to let you blame yourself for his behavior at all, so he’d end up telling you
“ehh i just keep comparing myself to your overshadowing beauty and don’t see myself worthy”
you knew jin by heart and immediately caught on to the true meaning behind his words
“seokjin, don’t. in my eyes you’re the most overshadowingly beautiful person in the universe”
it’s not a secret yoongi is bad at expressing his feelings, so he’d end up bottling it all up inside his head. he’d be pretty good at hiding how insecure he feels around you, so you wouldn’t really even notice.
i feel like yoongi would end up writing about his feelings in his lyrics for his next mixtape, of course not exposing who it was about. when you’d hear the lyrics, you’d get worried. you would be sitting with him in his studio, helping him with another song, when you’d cautiously bring the lyrics up in conversation
“yoongi… about those lyrics… are they real? may i ask who they’re about?”
when yoongi would look down and avoid eye contact with you, you’d get even more worried
“they’re about you” he would mumble under his breath, still avoiding eye contact. but you’d heard him loud and clear. you’d get shocked and speechless, totally not expecting this sudden confession. going through the lyrics inside your head, everything would make sense. once you fully registered everything, you’d crash your lips to his, showing him the feeling was mutual.
“please don’t feel insecure. i like you back just as much, if not more”
this boy wouldn’t exactly hide the fact that he liked you. every now and then he would be giving you small compliments, whether it was complimenting your outfit, your hair or a personality trait he found extremely attractive. you’d blush at every comment, but notice he’d look down at his feet after giving them. it wasn’t that he was feeling shy, there was something else there, something painful and it broke your heart everytime he did it
“you look very cute in that outfit, (y/n)” *looks down at his feet*
“namjoon..? are you okay? :/”
he’d get strartled when he didn’t hear the usual thank you leaving your mouth and look up at you, only to find you staring at him worriedly
“no. no i’m not. for a while i’ve really liked this amazing person but they would never like someone like me back” *looks back down*
you’d walk up to him, tilting his head up by his chin to look at you in the eyes
“kim namjoon. i feel this person you’re talking about absolutely adores someone like you”
since hoseok is completely smitten by you, he’d be clingy, always ready to help and be there for you in a heartbeat, with a bright smile on his face. the members and everyone else around you would all probably know about his crush on you, since he wasn’t good at hiding the excitement whenever someone even mentioned your name. however, whenever someone else would compliment you, or flirt with you, he’d get insecure and shut down. he’d become silent and whenever you asked him about it, he’d brush it off with an excuse like him being tired after a hard day at practice.
eventually he’d get fed up feeling so insecure, but being afraid of total rejection, he would leave a long text for you in the middle of the night, when he knew you’d be asleep. he’d explaing everything in great detail, how he thought you were so beautiful inside and out, then tell about him feeling insecure
“.. the reason i’m texting this to you is because i already know you don’t like me back like that, so i thought i’d save you from the trouble. i just can’t take feeling so negative about myself i needed to let it all out”
by the morning when you’d found his text, you’d instantly call him, not bothering to text back
“hello?” he’d answer with a tired voice
“hoseok, good news! i do like you back and i’m gonna make you realize just how incredible i think you are”
jimin would act so shy around you. he would always admire you from a distance, being jealous of how easily the rest of the members came along with you. however, you noticed his shy behavior, and would always be asking his opinion on things whenever he was being quiet. he’d blush, his eyes becoming wide whenever his name left your lips. it’s easy to say he’d be a stuttering mess, making him think you saw him as a complete fool.
you’d be having a movie night with the maknae line. everyone would be cuddled up in blankets, eating popcorn, talking and joking around all throughout the movie. everyone else but jimin. you’d be talking about some stupid decision the main protagonist made in the movie, taehyung and jungkook laughing along with you. then you’d once again notice how jimin was being quiet so you asked for his opinion
this time, jimin didn’t even look at you in the eyes, but mumble a short reply under his breath. you’d get visibly upset, thinking you did something to set him off. the other two maknaes would notice this, and swiftly make up some excuse to leave the room. once the two of you’d be left alone, you’d speak up
“jimin? whatever i did i’m sorry”
his head would shoot up, panic in his eyes
“no, no, no you didn’t do anything i just- *sigh* i just really like you and i guess i feel a little unworthy” he’d look down like a puppy, the words just slipping out of his mouth. you’d smile, feeling relieved he didn’t hate you, until you scooted closer and kissed his cheek
“you should have told me sooner. the feeling is mutual”
taehyung would be a mix of namjoon and hoseok with his own little twist. he’d be giving you cute little compliments at literally everything you did, a genuine look of amazement on his face everytime. and as his admiration for you would grow, the more he would start to think he wasn’t good enough. he would compare himself to the other members, being convinced you must’ve liked one of them. you’d start to notice small things about him, that reminded you a lot of another member. but you also noticed those things weren’t the kim taehyung you knew.
“oh, taehyung you’re cooking again?”
“oh hey (y/n)! i just suddenly got this inspiration to cook something. you like when someone cooks for you, right?” he would try to pretend like he knew exactly what he was doing, when obviously he was struggling
“isn’t jin responsible for cooking?”
“jin? oh well i thought i’d let him rest for once heh heh. i can cook!!!!”
“..taehyung? you don’t need to pretend you like cooking, you know?”
his jaw would drop, not expecting you to see through his lie so easily
“ahh i just really like you and you always look so happy when jin hyung cooks for you”
you’d smile, walking over to him and grabbing his hands in yours
“you make me happier, taehyung. just by you being yourself”
(my notes literally said “put some meme ass gif here”)
this boy would definitely be shy around you. i feel like he would be so confused over his own feelings, not understanding how and why you were making him feel like he wasn’t worthy of your time and the sweet smiles you’d send him whenever your eyes would meet. he wouldn’t ever realize that whenever another member was in any kind of skinship with you, he’d be glaring at them, wondering what was wrong with him for he couldn’t be as close with you.
he would think the smiles and the glances you were giving him were only in your kind nature. he’d think you were acting that way just because you were kind and didn’t want to completely ignore his presence. but oh, how wrong he was.
jimin was always telling you jungkook was shy, especially around people he found attractive. you took confidence in his words and mustered up the courage to ask jungkook to talk privately with you. to say he was shocked and nervous by what you asked was an understatement
“jimin told me you’re quite shy at first and i understand that. but it’s been a while and we still haven’t talked to each other as comfortably as i wish we could”
once again this punk would be completely oblivious to what you were implying, only thinking you were being kind and considerate
“oh, y-yeah. hyung is right, i’m sorry i haven’t been very social around you.”
“it’s fine jungkook. i just think you’re complitely missing my point here” you’d smile shyly, shuffling with your feet, a blush on your cheeks. realization would hit him like a train
“o-OH YOu liKE mE??? I l- liKE yoU TOO a loT ACTUALLy”
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An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader
Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff POV: Reader’s/First Person
A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!
“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.
“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.
“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.
“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.
“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.
“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.
“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.
“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.
We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.
“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.
Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with
her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange,
faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her
“Y/N!” your elder brother called from the kitchen of the
small rent home that your father had paid for in cash, his voice booming off
the walls. “Would you hurry the hell up?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you huff out in annoyance, your
fingers swiftly braiding your H/L, H/C hair into a loose French braid. You had
already applied mascara onto your lashes from the single tube of the liquid
substance that you owned, which had been snagged from a gas station one night
while your father wasn’t looking. You quickly shimmied into your black denim
jeans and shrugged on a loose black shirt and stepped into your ankle high
black boots. You complete the dark look with a single pop of color, a green
plaid shirt, which you promptly tied around your waist instead of slipping it
onto your arms.
You snatched your army green bag from the floor of the
makeshift room you were sharing with your little brother, Sam, since it was
only a two roomed rent house, and tossed it over your shoulder, running out of
“Here, you’re going to have to eat in the car,” Dean grunted
as he handed you a plate of scrambled eggs and a few slices of bacon.
“Thanks,” you said as you took the plate from him, carful to
not let the plastic fork drop to the ground.
“Sammy’s already in the car,” Dean said.
“Since when are you so eager to be on time?” You asked as
you shove a fork full of eggs into your mouth.
“Dads orders,” Dean said.
You snorted, “Again, since when?”
Dean rolled his eyes at you, but put his arm around your
shoulders as to usher you out of the house faster.
“I don’t know, but he wants us to behave this go around,”
“And by ‘us’ I assume he means just you and me?” You ask.
Dean smirks as he opens the door to the impala, “You know
You chuckle slightly as you round the car to take your place
in the passenger side seat. Sammy had always been the picture of innocence, he
always took the classes he was put in seriously, liked to do his homework, and
generally enjoyed the normal life.
You and Dean however, well, that was another story.
While you were slightly more behaved than Dean, you were
nothing compared to Sam. Your grades were good enough to pass you, which is
more than you could say for Dean most of the time, but they were not honor, nor
banner, roll material for that matter. You preferred to spend the time you
should be paying attention to your teacher drawing in your sketchbook or
skipping out on classes to go sketch out the scenery elsewhere. Dean, however,
enjoyed spending his time making out with random girls in the janitors closets
or vacant classrooms.
“Alright, is everyone clear on their job?” Dean asked.
“Mhm,” you hummed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam muttered from the back seat. He had his
elbow on the arm rest, and his face laying on his closed fist, brown puppy eyes
staring blankly out the window.
“What’s wrong little one?” you asked, shifting around in
your seat as Dean cranked the car, the engine sprang to life with a comforting
“It’s nothing,” Sam muttered.
“Obviously not,” you countered, “You look like you just lost
your best friend.”
“I don’t have a best friend to lose,” Sam sighed, “I hate
bouncing from school to school. I don’t even know how to make friends! How am I
supposed to get those kids to like me when they’re just going to think I’m
trying to replace their dead friend?”
“We don’t know that the kid is dead, Sammy,” Dean muttered
from the driver’s seat as he sped down the road ways to the school. You had no
idea how Dean always knew the location of everything, but he always seemed to
know where he was going. You had a suspicion that it was some kind of super
“Yea, we don’t know what happened to any of those missing
people,” you said, quickly backing your older brother. “He’s only been gone a
few days. He could even just be lost in the woods.”
“Yea, whatever you guys say,” Sam said as he turned his
attention back to the scenery rolling by outside of the car window. You sighed
at your little brother and fixed yourself in your seat, making brief eye
contact with your older brother, a look you knew the meaning to all too well,
as it had been drilled into your head since before you can remember.
Look out for Sammy.
All eyes followed your brother’s sleek impala as it pulled
into the school parking lot, everyone’s normal morning activates came to a halt
as they traded them in to watch you two of you get out the car, which had
previously been blaring ACDC. Dean, as always, was the first to get out. He
slammed the door shut, and suddenly, every pair of female eyes had turned to
him, small smirks growing on some of their faces.
Dean sent a flirtatious wink to a group of four girls giving
him the once over, who all busted out into girly giggles at the action. You
rolled your eyes lightly but still chuckled at your brother’s behavior none the
You got out the car next, Sammy had already been brought to
the middle school side where you three had spotted the Wheeler boy and his two
friends, Sinclair and Henderson, getting off of their parked bikes. Sam had
sighed dramatically at both his siblings encouragement to “go get them tiger”
before you had let him out of the back seat, all three of his targets eyes
swept over the impala and watched you leaning over to let your younger brother
out. When you had seen them, you threw a wink at the young curly haired boy who
turned red in response. When you and Dean pulled off, you could see the same
kid approach Sam.
Now, you were the one slipping from the car. You rested your
arms on the top of the impala, watching through your dark octagon sunglasses
(also stolen from a gas station) as heads turned your way. The girls were quick
to size you up and you saw more than a few of the boy’s checking you out. You
resisted the urge to crinkle your nose at them. Unlike Dean, you were not flirtatious.
Not that you weren’t sexually attracted to people, you just didn’t
see the point in forming a romantic attachment with someone when you knew you wouldn’t
be staying around long. And you got attached a lot faster to people than you’d
care to admit aloud, which is why you didn’t typically bother making friends either.
Your E/C gaze swept over the campus, mentally mapping it out
and taking special precautions to note every exit you could see. Slowly, you
rounded the car after shutting the door to meet Dean. The bell ran in the
distance, and the two of you began to make your way to the building, where you
would have to find the principal’s office to get your schedule and be ushered
to your respective classes.
You let out a lengthy sigh, “How mad do you think dad would
be if I skipped out of the first day?”
“I’m going to go with very.” Dean answered. “So don’t even
think about it. We have orders to behave.”
You snorted, always the perfect soldier, that one.
“Whatever you say, big brother.”
The trip to the principal’s office was uneventful. You and
Dean had each been given a copy of your schedule and were taken to separate classrooms,
as Dean was a year older than you. You were lead to a class room with an older
woman at the head, who made you say your full name and where you were from and
asked if you had any specific hobbies, which you had answered, the latter of
the questions being drawing and the violin.
You were then seated by a boy with long brown hair, who was
staring intently at his text book, a faraway look on his face. From the photos
that your father had shown you, you knew him to be Johnathan Byers, your
mission. By the time the lunch bell rang, you had already planned your first
Your E/C eye quickly scanned the school yard, looking for
the boy you had seen earlier in home room, Johnathan Byers, elder brother to
Will Byers, the missing kid. From the few times you gazed had skimmed over him
today, you had quickly discovered that he was a loner. He never interacted with
one, never spoke out in class, or did anything to make himself stand out.
Your gaze soon washed over him, finding the boy sitting at a
picnic table, characteristically by himself. He appeared to be flipping through
something, you couldn’t make out what from this distance, but you soon planned
on finding out. Every other table in the yard was full, friends had already
clicked off and were going about their lunch, nibbling on the food their
mothers had packed and catching up on the latest gossip the day had brought.
Heaving your school bag higher on your shoulder, you began
making your way over to the table. Johnathan paid you no mind as you
approached, most likely thinking that you were just a passerby. However, you
stopped before him, the shade your shadow provided causing him to look up
“Mind if I sit? Everywhere else is full and loud.”
The boy blinked up at you a few times in shock before he
slowly nodded, motioning for you to sit down. “Yea, go ahead.”
“Awesome, thanks.” You grinned.
You placed your bag down on the bench with a thunk and soon seated yourself. You
began to dig through your bag, looking for the lunch Dean always packed, a ham
sandwich in a plastic bag, a small bag of chips and a banana, all stuffed
inside a brown paper bag.
“How come you’re not sitting with the others?” you asked
casually as you slip the sandwich from your bag.
“Not much of a people person,” Johnathan responded.
You took a bite out of your sandwich, “I can respect that.”
The boy looked up at you from under his long bangs, “What
“Never stay in one place long enough to bother making
friends,” you say nonchalantly, fishing around in your bag for the bottle of
water Dean had also probably placed there. He was such a mother hen.
You soon found it and let out a satisfied, “Aha!” causing
the boy to look up at you. You grinned sheepishly, “Sorry. I knew my brother
put it in here. I just have a mess in this bag, kinda makes it hard to find
Johnathan nodded, returning his attention to the thing he
was flipping through before. Now that you were up close, you could see that he
was flipping through a set of photos. It was then that you noticed the camera
sitting beside his bag. So he’s in to photography…
“You have photography classes here?” you ask, your interest
“Yea,” Johnathan replied, “Nothing to fancy, just the
basics. And we have a dark room on campus.”
You bobbed your head up and down in recognition of his
words, “I’d always wanted to learn how to develop pictures, but we don’t sit
still long enough for me to learn. My dad’s a traveling detective,” you
explained, hoping to peek the boy’s interest.
“A traveling deceive?”
“I don’t think that’s the actual term for it, but that’s
what he does. He’s a member of the FBI that specializes in strange cases.”
Johnathan’s eyes flickered over you for a moment before he
glued them back to the table. “What weird case is he working on here?”
“There’s been a string of missing persons throughout the
area. In this town Will Byers, but here’s been a bunch more in the surrounding
towns. People just vanishing into thin air. No bodies, no signs of where they
You took another bite of your sandwich.
“Dads says there’s gotta be a reason bodies aren’t turning
up, whatever’s going on, whoever is behind this, he’s keeping them alive for a
reason. At least that’s his figuring,” you explained further, opening your bag
You popped a Cheeto in your mouth and watched Johnathan’s
brain reel from across the table as he soaked in the bits of information you
had fed him. His fingers had long since stopped flipping through his
collections of photos to simply rested upon them, unmoving.
“What do you think happened to them?” Johnathan ask quietly,
his eyes glued to the grainy wood of the outdoor table.
“I think that my dad is the best at what he does, and I
think he’s going to bring these people home to their families.” You met Johnathan’s
gaze as he lifted his head and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Will is my little brother,” the boy admitted quietly.
“Well,” you paused, remembering he hadn’t actually
introduced himself to you yet, “I’m sorry I’ve been chatting with you but I
forgot to ask your name?”
“Johnathan Byers,” he introduced.
You smiled once more, “Well, Johnathan, my dad’s going to
bring your little brother home.”
Summary: Imagine being best friends with Bill for years and him being in love with you but not saying a thing because you are with another man and now engaged. (His brother Alexander, if you want) However after an intense bed scene between thw two of you in your newest movie things change between you as realization sets in.
It felt as if your lips were still tingling. You sat in the small couch of your trailer and closing your eyes it felt as if you could see him, picture him standing on top of you and hungrily attacking your lips. Kissing the life out of you and you doing the same with him. The shivers that ran down your spine and the feeling that built in your core made your eyes snap open. And it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, oh it was the exact opposite. It was the feeling of pleasure and even more need that shook you to the bone,
Why? Because it wasn’t the man who had given you the ring you were currently wearing after asking that four words question. It wasn’t your fiance but rather your costar an long-time best friend, Bill.
“Damn it” you growled in frustration, burying your face in your hands as you felt the guilt grow inside you and slowly eat you up.
You had known Bill for so long, you had always been great friends and you knew you could trust him with everything. You never thought you’d come to this, though. When you got engaged he had not been entirely… happy or pleased with it but just put on a smile for your sake. You had decided to attribute it to him fearing he was going to lose his best friend but at the moment you had started to doubt that. What started out as a simple scene- well it wasn’t that simple when it involved a bed and the two of you half-naked on top of it and kissing, turned out much worse than you thought.
Request from @fandom-rpblog:Request for a nightmare one shot where like bucky and reader are dateing/married and reader has a child from another relationship and bucky has a nightmare when reader isn’t home (possibly on a mission idk) and the child comforts him or the other way round with child having nightmare when reader out with bucky comforting them but ends with reader walking in on them being all cuddly or something like that.
Bucky x Reader x Adopted!Daughter
Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, and grief.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3
“Mummy do you really have to go….again?” A sad look flashed through the
crystal blue hues of your daughter as you prepared to go on the fourth night
mission that week. Now that she was getting a little older she noticed a lot
more and had more of an understanding as to what it was that you did. “There
are other heroes to help people.”
A sad smile crossed your lips as you quickly glanced over to a worried
looking Bucky. Even after all these years, after getting married and him
adopting a child from a previous relationship of yours, he hated it when you
went on missions without him. In his eyes he always needed to protect you and
he couldn’t do that from here….instead he had to rely on Steve and the others
to keep you safe. You turned your attentions back to the petite brunette girl
currently looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.
“I’m sorry princess, I will make it up to you I promise. Think of it as
a chance to spend some extra time with daddy.” You tapped her nose playfully as
a brighter smile lit up your face. “I know you two get up to quite the mischief
when mummy isn’t here.”
The comment made a giggle erupt from the young girl while Bucky sat
himself up on the edge of the bed as an amused smile crept up onto his own
“How about you go pick the popcorn you want for our movie tonight while
I say bye to mummy…”
Although he had a smile on his face for his daughter you were more than
aware of the sadness he was currently trying to hide and once she had skipped
herself out of the room you turned to face him at the same time he took both of
your hands into his.
Hi!Can you do an imagine with Harry Hook where the reader is Ben’s sister and when he gets captured she gets captured as well.Harry starts liking her but also Jay liked her ever since he came to the castle.So this two kind of fight over her and in the end before the celebration Ben brings back Harry because of you.He saw you liked him as well(you saw good in him or something idk) but you also have to apologize to Jay.I’m so sorry if it’s confusing.Thank you so much if you decide to write this!!!
A/N: I loved this idea!!! This is a bit of a long imagine because I got really into it! Thank you for this awesome request!! Hope y’all enjoy! ~Admin Kat // Gif doesn’t belong to us, credit to the creator.
You fidgeted with the sleeve of the leather jacket Evie let you borrow nervously. Mal ran back to the Isle, so here you stood with Jay, Carlos, and Evie near Mal’s place. Ben was upstairs trying to get her to come back. You had never been to the Isle and were honestly afraid of this place, but considering Ben was your brother you had felt compelled to come along and help to the best of your ability.
“Y/N, relax. You’re not here by yourself, we’re here. And we know this place inside and out, you’re safe.” Evie said sending you a reassuring smile. You sighed and nodded. “ I’m just worried about Ben and Mal.” you said looking up towards the stairs. You knew everyone around you had the same worry. Jay stood next to you. “ You look like you’ve seen a ghost Y/N.” he said chuckling.
You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. “ Well when you’re the sister of the King Ben, you have reasons to be worried.” you said looking around. Jay gave you a side hug before speaking. “ I won’t let anything happen to you, promise.” He smiled and winked at you.
After what felt like hours Ben came down the stairs. You froze when he said Mal wasn’t gonna come back. Ben had walked off and you turned to Jay. “ What do we do now?” you asked softly. Jay grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “ Don’t worry we’re gonna fix all of this.” he said as Evie tried talking to Mal. For a moment you felt safe on this island but still nervous. You looked down at your hand that was with Jay’s. Evie had always made comments to you about Jay liking you. But you always brushed them off because you didn’t know for sure if you liked Jay that way. Then, snapping yourself out of your thoughts you remembered Ben ran off. You mumbled a few swear words before slipping off into the direction he went.
You found yourself walking down a dark alley. You knew this was a stupid decision but Ben was a bit of a bigger target than you were, so you had to look everywhere. You saw something move in the dark, hoping it was Ben. “ Ben? You there? We need to get back to Mal’s come on.” you said adjusting your jacket sleeves.
“ Here I thought we would only have one of ya!” an unfamiliar voice exclaimed. “Well, where one goes the other follows.” the person said moving out from the dark as they got closer to you. You stumbled backwards into the barrels that were stacked to the side of the alley. The stranger laughed as he stopped right in front of you.
“My my.. you’re even prettier in person lass.” the stranger said. That’s when you realized he was holding a hook with his other hand. He must have noticed you looking at it because he let out a chuckle and brought it up. He used the tip of his hook and trailed it up your jaw.