I was a young man, I fled my home country. I will refrain from naming
it here, because if you knew where it was, you would be able to locate
the forest and I want it to remain as it is: obscure, mythical, and
Request- Hi! Could u do a Bucky imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she had a wet dream about Bucky and tells Wanda and Nat about it and the boys hear the conversation and Tony gets all protective and all? You can choose the final!!I love your blog btw♡ from @awesomebrokenangelworldus-blog
Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader
Word Count: 1763
Warnings: There’s a wet dream! that’s pretty NSFW.
A/N: Hello! I’m sorry this took a while! I hope this is alright!! Please let me know :) xo
A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s part 2 of Bestfriend Trouble! A lot of things are going to happen for this one. I hope you guys like this! Warning: This might be too cheesy for other people, especially near the end. HAHAHA. Enjoy!
Request: Can u do a imagine where Zach takes you to the dance and y'all do cute things like slow dance and all that.. and u can end it how u like it.
“Will you go with me, as my date, to the winter formal?” Zach finally asks after 10 minutes of clearing his throat, coughing and stalling. I laugh at him in response.
“Yeah, duh. Who else will I go with? You’re obliged to ask me since I’m your best friend.” I answer and he stares at me for a while with a confused look on his face.
“Well with that kind of reasoning, I should be asking Justin to the dance too since he’s also my bestfriend.” he mumbles under his breath but loud enough for me to hear while rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, Zach? I don’t get why you’re acting so odd for the past couple of days.” I reply as I lean back on my chair and cross my arms in front of my chest. He turns to face me and lets out a deep sigh.
“Look, I’m not asking you to the dance because I have to or because it’s my responsibility as your best friend.” he begins, adding finger quotations as he says the words “best friend”.
“I’m asking you to the dance because I genuinely want to go with you, Y/N. No one else, just you. Only you.” he continues and I give him a small smile.
“Alright, fine, okay, I’ll go to the dance with you. It’s not like I had a choice anyway.” I answer and he groans in frustration.
“Please don’t say yes because you don’t have a choice. Please don’t say yes if you feel like you’re just doing me a favor.” he says as he rubs the sides of his temples. I raise an eyebrow at him and shake my head before speaking.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, yes, I will go to the winter formal with you Mr. Zachary Dempsey. It will be my absolute pleasure to be your date.” I finally say and he lifts up his head to face me. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes, like he was ecstatic that I agreed to go with him to the dance.
The rest of Zach and I’s time in Monet’s was nothing out of the ordinary. After the whole conversation about the dance, we just got on with typical best friend stuff. He got us more food - celebratory pastries as Zach liked to call them - and he dropped me home after that.
There were only a few days left until the winter formal and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t excited for it. If I’m being completely honest, I was excited to go to the dance and I was hoping - even to the point of praying - for Zach to ask me to be his date. However, I didn’t want to let anyone know just in case everything goes to hell. I didn’t want to expect anything because expectations lead you to disappointments. Fortunately, it looks like the stars have aligned and the Gods have listened to my prayers because so far, everything’s going great.
The night of the winter formal
Getting ready for a school dance is the most tedious task there is. You need the perfect dress and the right hairstyle to go with that dress. Not to mention your shoes also need to be flawless.
Hi!! Can you do a BTS reaction where the boys are single dads and their child gets lost, and it's the reader who finds them and stays with them until they come back to find their child? Does that make sense ? 😂
Hello! Don’t worry, we understood what you were saying! Thank you so much for your request, sorry it took awhile for us to respond!
(We couldn’t resist making these scenarios kind of long, they were so cute! Hope you don’t mind!)
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BTS Reacts To You Finding Their Lost Kid
You’d be wandering through the mall, looking for a new dress for your friends wedding. With the dress in the bag, you started to walk to the exit, when all of a sudden there’s a small poke on your leg. “E-excuse me, can you help me find my daddy?” “Oh! Well, um, I can try! When did you get lost?” The little boy would be looking up at you with tears in his eyes. “W-well, I told him I had to go to the bathroom, but when I came out, I didn’t know where daddy went.” You give him a friendly smile and grab ahold of his hand so you wouldn’t lose him through the mall. “Why don’t we go check the shoe store? That’s the closest thing to the bathroom. Don’t worry! We’ll find him!” With your words, the little boy cheers up. Reaching the store, you walk inside only for your ears to be filled with a little squeal from the little boy. “Daddy!” Your hand is let go as the little boy runs up to his dad, who picks him up and swings him around. “Hey there little bud! I’m sorry, I wandered off! I just thought that I should get a new pair of timberlands while we’re here!” You watch the cute scene with a big smile in your face. Jungkook notices that someone else came in with his son and walks up to you. “Thank you so much for helping my son. I really should have waited for him to come out of the bathroom.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Oh it’s fine! He was very friendly! You’re doing a great job with him. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You stick out your hand and he places his out as well. You notice how big his hands are compared to yours. Probably compared to anyone’s. “I’m Jungkook! It’s nice to meet you Y/N!” There’s a small silence before he speaks up again. “So…what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” You’re eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in this man, before you blush. “Oh I was just getting a dress. My friend is getting married next week and I’ve been putting it off for awhile.” “Well, i’m sure it’ll look beautiful on you. Thank you again for bringing my son back!” Just as he was starting to walk away, you spoke up. “If you aren’t busy next week…would you maybe want to come with me? I don’t have a date and I’d really like to get to know you and your son more. If you don’t mind of course! Oh my gosh unless you’re seeing someone then just ignore everything I’ve said-” “I’m not seeing anyone. I’d love to accompany you!” You both exchange numbers before Jungkook heads off. With a silly grin on your face, you watch the man and his son leave, you can’t help but thank your procrastinating self for putting off getting a dress.
Jimin and his little boy would be walking around the amusement park, enjoying the sights and sounds of others riding the roller coasters. The sights would always take him back to when he came here with his family. Soon, the boy would tug on his dad’s hand. “Daddy! Can we get cotton candy!?” Giving his signature smile down at him, he nods his head. “Sure! What’s an amusement park without some cotton candy!” He tells the little boy to wait for him, setting him up on the bench before making his way over to the stand. When he has the sugary treat in his hand and turns around, his boy is nowhere to be found. Jimin goes into a state of panic, and starts to run around the park in search of his precious little boy. He soon spots him holding onto the hand of a beautiful girl, who is searching the crowd of faces; most likely for him. Sighing in relief, Jimin runs up to you, giving you a grateful smile while pulling the boy into a hug. “Thank god you’re safe! And thank you so much! I take my eyes off of this little guy for one minute and he runs off on an adventure!” The smile you give him makes him stop and stare in awe at how bright it is. “It’s no problem at all! He’s a really sweet kid, I’m glad you two are reunited.” You look down at the kid and speak to him. “And maybe next time you go on an adventure you can bring your dad along, yeah?” “Okay!” The boy responds enthusiastically. “Daddy! Can she come with us for the day! We can all go on an adventure together!” Jimin looks at you, and after getting an eager nod, he looks back down at his son. “Why not?” The boy squeals in excitement as the three of you make your way back around the park. “I’m Jimin, by the way.” “I’m Y/N! It’s been a pleasure meeting you!” “Oh the pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” with a wink sent your way, you make your way back to the cotton candy stand, after realizing that Jimin had dropped the treat in his rush to find his son. Even after giving the sugary treat to the little boy, he couldn’t help but think that the sweetest thing he’s gotten today was the chance to spend the day (and hopefully more to come) with you.
Taehyung: Taehyung would take his kid to the toy store. He would say to his son that it’s time to get a new toy to play with, but really Taehyung would get so excited by all the cool new gadgets and gizmos. Minutes after walking into the store, he’d get distracted and wander off in search of a cool new toy. With Taehyung distracted, the kid would go off on his own, mesmerized by the sounds and colors off all the toys. Soon he’d bump into you. “Oh! Hi there! Are you lost? Where’s your parents?” You would ask him, he’d respond with a little giggle, saying that it’s only his daddy. “He was somewhere over there! But I wanted to look at all the toys!” You’d smile at his own carefree little smile. “It is a cool place isn’t it? But we should get you back to your daddy, he must be worried. Plus, you won’t be able to get a new toy without him!” The kid would look up at you with an exaggerated face of horror at the chance of not getting a new toy. He’d grab your hand and tug on it. “Let’s go! C'mon hurryyy!” With a small laugh you’d follow him, but only to be stopped by a man. “Oh thank god! There you are! You scared me! I didn’t know where you went!” You assumed this was the father as he ran up and hugged the little kid. Realizing that you were there, he stood up and greeted you with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry! I got so distracted by all the toys I kind of just wandered off on my own…” You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s alright! He wasn’t any trouble at all! He’s very sweet, I’m just glad that you found him in this massive place.” He’d laugh in response, and you stare at him. He has the same carefree smile and nature as the child. Thinking that all is good, you start to walk off, only to be stopped by the father. “Wait! Um…seeing that you helped me and, I think you would be able to help me keep track of this little guy…would you maybe want to look at the toys…together? I-I mean only if you want! It’s just that you’re so pretty and you seem cool and I don’t want to bother you-” “I’d love to! I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you. You seem pretty cool, seeing that you’re in this place anyways.” You both laugh, the kid pulling you both off into the direction of the toy cars. “I’m Taehyung, by the way.” “I’m Y/N. it’s nice to meet you!” “Likewise! And thanks for staying with us. But now I’m worried that the toys won’t be the only thing distracting me.” He sends you a wink and follows his kid. And with a blush and a shy smile on your face, you follow him; never more grateful for shiny cars and robots than in that moment.
Hoseok: He’d be walking through the streets, on his way to the carnival in town. His big hand would be grasped by his little girl’s smaller one, so they wouldn’t be separated. All of a sudden, Hoseok would be pushed aside as a sudden rush of the crowd pushed the two apart. Realizing that he is no longer holding hands with his daughter, he panics. He starts yelling her name, yelling out for her. He stops and looks in all directions, paying no mind to the rude looks the passersby’s are giving him. Just as he was about to go into full panic mode and break down, he spots her. But the thing that interests him the most is the hand she’s holding onto. A very beautiful woman. The crowd is pushing them up against a local shop, and he sees you looking around for someone. Realizing that you’re probably looking for him, he makes his way over to you two. Reaching you, he speaks first. “I am so sorry! We got lost in the crowd together and I got so worried! Thank you so much for finding her! I’m sorry for interrupting your day.” You shake your head and laugh. He noticed how bright your smile is and zoned out before realizing that you’re answering him. “Oh it’s really no trouble at all! She’s very cute! She’s like a real life princess!” The little girl smiles shyly and nudges her foot against the ground before looking up at Hoseok. “Daddy, why don’t we bring her along!” “Well…that’s okay with me. We’re headed to the carnival, if you want to tag along. Seeing as you did save my child from the crowd.” “Oh I’d love to! I was just on my way there! But It’ll be more fun to spend the day with someone else! Especially in the presence of a princess!” Again, she laughs, and the little girl grabs both your hands and pulls you down the crowded street once again. Hoseok looks over and smiles gratefully at you, glad that you were the one that found his little princess. And maybe, he thinks, maybe…you could become his queen.
He would be at the bookstore with his little boy. Namjoon had run out of books to read and decided that he would go get a new one. But, he would get so into the book he was reading that he’d forget about his kid. Scared, the boy would run around looking for his dad. That’s where he’d run into you. You would be flustered at first, seeing this little crying boy run into you and cling to your legs. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay, I’ll help you. What’s wrong?” “M-my daddy! I c-can’t find h-him!” He’d burst into a fresh wave of tears. Thinking that it could calm him down, you’d gently grab hold of his hand and tug him to the kids section. You’d pull him to sit on a chair and you’d sit in front of him. You’d start reading a cute little picture book, making each character have a different voice and make a big deal about showing him the pictures. Soon, the little boy had stopped crying and was paying close attention to the book. Meanwhile, Namjoon had realized that he had lost his kid and started to search the bookstore. When he reached the kid section of the bookstore, he’d spot you two. But instead of coming up and pulling his kid with him; he stops and watches. Thinking that you have a beautiful voice and how adorable you two look. Especially with all the characters voices. Namjoon would smile watching the little scene. When you’d reach the end of the book, and his little boy would smile and laugh clapping his little hands, he would approach you. Standing up, you smile at him. “I’m going to guess this is your little boy?” “Yes. I’m so sorry you had to watch him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble.” “It wasn’t any at all! I enjoyed reading to him! Just make sure he doesn’t run off again!” “Oh trust me! I’ve got my eye on the little sneak!” He’d feel a tug on his hand and look down at his boy. “Daddy! The pretty lady read me a story! Can we read another one? Pleeease?” He’d look to you, and once you nodded your head with a smile, he’d respond. “Alright little man. But only one more.” With an excited clap of his hands, he’d sit back down and wait patiently for you too read another story. Namjoon would stand, leaning against the bookshelf and watching you too. Watching his little boy smile and listen intently to the story, as well as the way your face would change with every character; he thought that he could get used to this.
“Daad! Hurry up! I want to go play with the duckies!” A smile spreads across Yoongi’s face as his adorable little girl tugs on his hand with all her might as an attempt to rush him, which ultimately ends up failing. “The duckies aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” Yoongi and his daughter make their way to the gorgeous lake that sparkles throughout the day. Next to that is the giant, pink weeping willow tree that provides shade to Yoongi’s favorite bench. He plops down and lets out a long sigh. “Ah, your dad is getting old.” He says, rubbing his back. “Daddy, you’ve always been like that.” She says. Yoongi lets out a chuckle, nodding to himself with pride for teaching his daughter how to be so clever. She prances her way to the edge of the lake with her bag of seeds in her tiny hands. “Alright, now, you know the rules.” Yoongi says in his nagging voice. She lets out a long sigh, “Be nice and gentle to the duckies, don’t go into the water, and don’t wander off…” She says in a monotone voice, mocking her father. ‘Yah, don’t give me that. Now you have no excuse if you break the rules.” She ignores what her father says, and turns her attention to the lake, where ducks are now making their way towards her. The sight of Yoongi’s little girl, with her big eyes and giant grin on her face, brought happiness and warmth to his heart. He smiles, admiring his love. They stayed like this for awhile. Without realizing, however, Yoongi had dozed off in his seat. He opened his eyes to see his daughter was nowhere in sight. Yoongi begins to panic. His heart starts racing as he leaps out of the bench, looking left and right and calling her name. He looks all over the park. The lake, the jungle gym, even the bathrooms. She wasn’t there. Eventually, Yoongi made his way to the swings. And there she was, swaying back and forth in the air with a huge smile across her face. The sound of her giggles never brought Yoongi as much comfort as they did right now. He moves close to her, “Thank god you’re okay! You know not to wander off like that!” He begins to nag once again, out of breath. “You could’ve been hurt…” Yoongi’s voice trails off when he sees you helping her off the swing. “I’m assuming you’re her dad, then.” You say, smiling at him. “Sorry daddy! You fell asleep and I got bored! I waited with the pretty lady for you to wake up!” You blush. “Sorry to worry you! She was wandering all by herself, so I decided to wait with her and keep her safe.” Yoongi smiles and nods, thanking you. The three of you start to take a walk around the park as Yoongi expresses his gratitude towards you for keeping his daughter safe. The conversation is filled with shy smiles, blushes, and quiet giggles until she tugs on yours and Yoongi’s hands. “Up! Up!” She says, bouncing up and down. Yoongi looks at you, almost as if to say You don’t have to. But you smile and grab her hand anyways, giggling as the two of you swing her into the air. Yoongi’s heart flutters, and you pretend not to notice as he looks at you with adoring eyes. He’ll never let his daughter hear this, but maybe breaking the rules isn’t always a bad thing.
Seokjin: Jin and his little boy would be wandering through a festival. The little boy’s eyes would be filled with fascination and wonders. Jin’s would be as well, as he had never been to a festival this big. He would be so amazed by all the sights and sounds, as well as all the food stands, that’d he’d wandered off. The little boy, trying to stay calm he approached a nearby food stand. It was a cute little stand filled with baked goods. You, the one in charge of it, would see the little boy coming. You’d put on a friendly smile and stepped out from behind the stand. “Hi there little guy! What can I do for you?” “I-I can’t find my daddy. Do y-you think that I can wait here?” “Of course! Would you like a sweet treat while you wait? I made them myself.” His eyes would fill with excitement at getting a treat. A few minutes later, Jin would spot his little boy munching on a brownie in front of the stand. Seeing him, the boy would run up and hug his legs. “Daddy! The nice lady made this! Do you think she can make some more for us?” Noticing you, he’d come up, apologizing for any trouble the boy could have caused. “Oh it’s fine. He was very nice. Plus, I’m glad I could give him some of my new baked goods!” Jin, noticing how cute you looked in an apron with your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, would smile. “Well…seeing as this little guy enjoyed your treats…you wouldn’t mind me taking some for the road?” “Sure! Take all you want! There are plenty!” Once he had a bag full of sweets, he’d start to walk away, before suddenly stopping. “Um…you wouldn’t mind if I asked for your number, would you? You know, just in case you had any new treats to try out. My son would be happy to taste test them. And I would always be happy to see you again.” Jin says with a shy smile and a light blush dusting his cheeks. With a shy smile yourself, you’d write your number down and hand it to him. “I’ll be expecting a call…” “Seokjin…Jin.” Im Y/N! It’s been a pleasure! I do hope I hear from you soon!“ With your friendly smile in his mind, he heads off again holding onto his boy’s hand. Although, him wandering off hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.
Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?
Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.
So, you could say I’m a little nervous.
“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.
“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.
“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.
“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.
I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.
Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?
“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.
“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.
“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.
In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.
“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.
“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.
“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.
“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.
“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.
“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.
“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.
“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”
“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.
“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.
“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.
“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.
“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.
“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.
No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.
We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.
One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.
‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.
“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.
Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.
“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.
“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.
Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.
“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.
He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.
“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.
“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.
Mission success, as we figured it would be. The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.
Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.
Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.
“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.
“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.
Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.
“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.
“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.
“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.
(Shut up, Romanoff)
He pushes past everyone.
“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”
Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’
Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.
“Do we have to be here?” Jughead asked from beside you, the both of you hearing the loud music from inside the Lodge house.
You rolled your eyes and turned to look at your boyfriend of two years.
“Yes,” you said.
“It may be a party, but it’s not the typical Riverdale party. It’s people we know. Betty, Archie, Veronica, Kevin, Josie. It’ll be fun.”
Jughead gave you a look that said Seriously? but didn’t say anything in response. You took his hand.
“Come on. We’re not drinking anything anyway. So technically we’re not really going to a “party,”” you said usually air quotes.
Jughead shrugged and you knew you had won him over. You smiled.
“Alright. Let’s go.” you said as you pulled him into the Lodge house.
Jughead disappeared about an hour into the party. You were having a good time so you thought he had went home, not telling you so you could enjoy the party. You were a little disappointed and annoyed, but decided not to let it ruin your evening. You could talk to him about it tomorrow. You were sitting in a circle with the rest of the guests playing Truth or Dare when you heard a drunken,
“No. Way.” Kevin and Josie said, looking at someone behind you.
You turned around and were greeted by a very drunk Jughead Jones from across the room. You couldn’t believe it. Jughead Jones was drunk. Oh man, was he drunk. He visibly stumbled to keep his balance as he walked over to you.
“Y/N.” Jughead said again, his eyes unable to stay on you.
You stifled a snicker as you got up, making your way over to him.
“Jughead, are you… drunk?” Betty said from behind you, already knowing the answer.
“No,” he said and stumbled again, you catching him before he fell.
“I just had a few drinks of that lemonade on the table there.” he said, pointing to the bottle of yellow liquid.
“But—but— I thought it was lemonade.” he whined and the group laughed again.
“Sorry, Jug. It’s not.” Archie said.
You rolled your eyes and looked over at the group.
“Guys, keep playing without me. I gotta pay attention to this moron.” you said as you led him to the couch a couple feet away.
Jughead nearly fell on the couch and you sat down next to him. Then, Jughead turned his attention to you and began to pat your head.
“Your hair is so silky.” Jughead said, eyes wide.
You bit your lip to keep from laughing.
“Thank you, Jughead.” you said, before looking at your phone.
It was nearly 2 am. The two of you should really be getting home. Especially now that Jughead was plastered. Why your idiot boyfriend thought the tequila at the coffee table was lemonade you had no idea. You sighed and put Jughead’s arm around your shoulder, lifting him up off the couch.
“Alright, Jug,” you said. “I know we just sat down, but it’s late. We gotta get home.”
“Y/N…” he whined.
You shook your head.
“Sorry, mister, but you’re drunk as hell, and I’d rather not have you throwing up in my car later.” you said as you began to walk with him to the front door. You waved your goodbyes to the group and were an inch from the front door when Jughead talked again.
You stopped and turned to look at him.
“Yes?” you asked, ready for another one of your drunk boyfriend’s remarks.
Jughead then looked at you with such love in his eyes that he made your breath catch in your throat.
“You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.”
Your mouth dropped open and you blushed furiously at his language. You weren’t expecting that. As far as you knew, Jughead wasn’t one for compliments. And that was okay with you. You knew he loved you and you loved him and that was all the mattered. You didn’t need to shower each other in lovey-dovey comments all day like some couples at Riverdale did.
“I—uh, thanks, Jughead.” You sputtered out, turning around to make sure the group didn’t hear him. They didn’t.
He smiled goofily at you and leaned on your shoulder, eyes dropping. You smiled at him and shook him gently, trying to stop him from falling asleep.
“Come on, Juggie,” you said softly, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You walked slowly with him to the front door. “Let’s go home.”
Can you do a second part to ‘Teen Sam x teen reader’ where they are older and run into each other (Maybe just maybe the reader had gotten pregnant the last time they saw each other, before Sam left for good) and they still love each other, maybe they end up together. I also love your writing and thanks
Sam Winchester. You know his voice in a heartbeat, even after all these years since last hearing your name on his lips, it brings back a flood of memories long pushed to the deep recesses of your brain.
It’s not that you don’t think of him, but when you do it’s a shadow of a recollection, fuzzy around the edges. You wonder sometimes what’s real and what your brain just fills in to make things whole. For a long time, you turned every moment you spent together into painful memories. They were sharp little triggers that cut right to the quick every time. Even the sweet and good moments morphed into something agonizing.
But the pain faded long ago and perhaps you put on rose colored glasses when you think of him now. The two of you were just kids and that’s how you choose to recall him now, as lovely, gentle Sam who was always in awe of you.
warnings : A v. v. stressed reader, reader getting lost?
summary : With everything going on in Riverdale you decide to go for a walk in the woods behind your house, to bad you are horrible with directions and everything looks the same. Now Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead are going crazy to find their missing best friend.
a/n : because i seem to have no self control…of course one of my favorite characters and who i usually write for find you. but like…no spoilers. haha. btw, if you guys ever need someone to talk to, my inbox is always open; i don’t have to reply publicly either, just let me know! your issues are valid no matter how big or small and i’ll always try and help <3
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
Between a murder walking around in Riverdale and the whole thing with with Archie and Miss Grundy, you had ever right to be stressed out. You weren’t one to show it cause you wanted to always be their for your friends. It didn’t help you made your own problems, though valid in their own way, seem much smaller and nonequivalent to everyone else’s. You generally just put up with the stress you felt, you were strong and you could take whatever was thrown at you. But today things just seemed to weigh just a little to much so you thought a small walk in the woods. You didn’t even think about the fact you got lost in a paper bag and everyone knew the cell service by your house was completely shit.
Request: Could you do Wonho with 8 and 16 please?? Thank you, I love your writing so much!!
8) “Put your pants on.”
16) You and your bias fake a relationship to make your crush jealous
Member: Monsta X Wonho x Y/N x (ft. I.M.)
Type: Fluff/slight smut
“We have to be more convincing,” Hoseok whispered, walking with you in step. You rolled your eyes, scoffed, and continued down the sidewalk. Looking from side to side, you examined the windows of the shops around you, making sure to stop whenever something caught your eye.
“What was that noise?” Hoseok gasped, grabbing onto your wrist to halt your forward motion. “Did you just laugh at me?”
“No,” you muttered, looking up at him lazily. “What I did was a sound of disgust, not joy.”
“Hey, this was your idea, punk!” he whined, smacking lightly at your arm. You giggled, falling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and ruffled your hair, pushing you back gently to stare into your eyes. “You see! This is a good start!”
You and Hoseok had made an arrangement, one you weren’t necessarily the most proud of. Ever since he had introduced you to Changkyun, you had completely melted into a person you didn’t even recognize as being yourself. You flirted, you laughed, and you batted your eyelashes. You had never been the one to obviously throw yourself at a man, but he was the exception.
But he was so in his own world, he hardly even acknowledged your existence.
That’s when you approached Hoseok, hoping your friendship would be enough of a reason for him to help you. Surely Changkyun was like any other red-blooded Korean male, and seeing you with someone else would drive him crazy. It would make him realize you weren’t paying as close attention to him anymore.
It was an easy sell with Hoseok. You two had been inseparable most of the time anyhow, so why not pretend to be a couple?
Hoseok tilted his head as he looked kindly upon your face. He ruffled your hair again before beginning back down the sidewalk, slowly making his way to the Starship building.
“Yah, wait up!” you grumbled, shuffling behind him. “How are we not convincing now?”
Hoseok turned, lifting his brows. The ghost of a smile lingered on his lips. “How are we…how are we convincing? You don’t even let me hold your hand, Y/N!”
“Fine,” you nodded, slipping your hand into his. You were shocked for a moment, allowing your palm to conform to his. Your fingers fit surprisingly well between each other. “Happy?”
“I was happy before you held my hand,” he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down at your now intertwined fingers. “But since I’ve made a mental checklist, I might as well go over it while we’re on the topic. We don’t cuddle, you don’t let me put my arm around you, we’ve never kissed-”
“Hoseok!” you gasped, coming to a quick stop. HIs arm was jerked backwards, nearly toppling over from your sudden halt. “You expect me to kiss you?”
“Heaven forbid!” he grinned. “It’s not like I have cooties, Y/N.”
“Do we really need to get that intimate though?” you sighed, continuing to walk again.
He squeezed your hand, a large grin on his face. “Well, do you want him to think we’re together, or not?”
You groaned as Hoseok yanked open the door to the Starship building and motioned for you to enter.
“What? What is wrong with me?” Hoseok laughed, trying to hide how offended he was.
“I mean…it’s not like you’re a disgusting blob or anything,” you hummed. “I’ve just never thought about it.”
“I’m not asking you to think of me in that light,” he sighed. “I’m just telling you that if you want to catch his attention, you’ll have to be more convincing. We told all of the members we were dating and then literally nothing changed.”
You followed Hoseok into the practice room, plopping onto one of the benches situated across from the mirrors. You traced his outline through your reflections, a small smile appearing as you did so. He definitely wasn’t hard to look at. To be honest, Hoseok was probably the best fake boyfriend someone could have. Incredibly attractive, caring, and always willing to take things to the next level.
“So what? Are we supposed to start making out all over the place?” you sighed, half joking as you looked up at Hoseok through your lashes.
“Well that wouldn’t be the most terrible situation,” he chuckled with a wink.
You groaned, reaching over to smack him as he stood before you. “What do you think will do it? How are we going to catch his attention?”
Hoseok let out a deep breath, beginning to pace before you. He looked pained before he spoke. “Changkyunnie is tough. It’s mostly because his thoughts are always hovering elsewhere. Unless he’s concentrated on music, there isn’t much concentration on anything else…
…but apparently you’re into that.”
“Apparently,” you groaned. “This isn’t helping.”
“I don’t know! First and foremost, we actually start acting like a couple. Starting now,” he nodded.
“Now,” you nodded. “But we have to lay down some ground rules.”
“I hate rules,” Hoseok whined. You stood as well, now beginning your own pacing.
“Kisses, but no make outs. Hand holding, but no butt grabs. Cuddling, but-”
“No sex, yeah yeah, all the tame stuff,” Hoseok sighed, rolling his eyes. “Should we practice the kiss thing now or wing it in front of the members?”
You spun around, eying him carefully. You searched his face, your own growing warm simply by looking at his expression. He bit his lip, lifting his brows as he waited patiently for your response.
“Maybe we should get the first one out of the way now,” you whispered, averting your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at him.
You looked back up just as Hoseok began to cross the small space between you, a smile tugging at one side of his mouth. He remained silent as he angled his head, lifting his hand up slowly to caress your chin.
“Hoseok,” you hissed, turning your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him. He kept his fingers placed on your chin as he traced down your jaw before dropping his hand again. He dipped his own face, catching your lips as he straightened his back again. He shifted his feet to secure his stance, tugging at your belt loops to pull you in just a little bit closer.
You were surprised at the force behind his kiss, his lips working overtime to say all of the things neither of you could. There was a want behind his motions that you had never recognized before. You were surprised at yourself as you reciprocated, your hands moving from your sides to slowly crawl up his chest, only halting once they were wrapped around the back of his neck. You played with the small hairs at his nape, eventually running your hands up to get a full grip of his longer layers on top. There were no reservations in either of your motions, moving independently of your thoughts.
Hoseok groaned into your mouth as he pressed his palms into your lower back, your chests flat against each other. He bit at your lower lip, causing you to gasp at the foreign feeling. He chuckled just as his tongue slid into your mouth, still fighting for dominance he already had.
“Hoseok,” you gasped, leaning back to catch your breath. He wasted no time planting his lips on your neck, biting and sucking down the tender flesh and causing you to whine.
Your body had taken complete control, governing over your mind as your hands slid back down his chiseled chest and rested on top of his belt. You lifted up his shirt, feeling the soft skin and hard muscles hidden beneath the cotton and fingered the leather of his belt.
He bit at your collar bone, taking in a sharp intake of breath as your nails trailed over the flesh of his lower stomach. You began to tug at his belt with more fervor than before, determined to spring it loose.
“You said no sex,” he whispered, chuckling softly in your ear.
“No, YOU said no sex,” you insisted, tugging at his belt and letting it fall to the floor. You unbuttoned his jeans, his Calvin Klein’s now visible.
Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows before diving into your neck again, causing you to shiver. He took a few more steps forward, navigating your back to the mirrored wall. He lifted up your leg, grinding slowly into your jeans. So much for only pretending.
“Um…Wonho hyung, put your pants on,” a timid voice stuttered near the door. You and Hoseok both looked up, a mix of fear and surprise on both of your faces.
“Yah, Changkyun!” Hoseok gasped, dropping your leg. His fingers flew in an attempt at buttoning his pants. His cheeks were now painted a bright red as he stared at his younger member. You took a few cautious steps, pulling yourself from your friend and wincing.
You were distraught for only a moment by Changkyun’s sudden appearance, but not for the reason you had expected. You were more upset by having to untangle yourself from Hoseok than how this all looked to the younger man.
“I mean…I’ve seen you without your pants on, but some of the manager noonas might not be able to handle it. They already blush around you when you have clothes on,” Changkyun chuckled, entering the room and plopping on a bench. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before looking down at his mobile.
Hoseok stumbled behind you, his chest close on your back and voice hot in your ear. He spoke low enough for only you to hear. “We’ve probably got him convinced now.”
You spun, looking over your shoulder at Changkyun to confirm that he was thoroughly lost in whatever was on his phone before you began to speak.
“The problem is…I think you’ve got me convinced now too.”
Slightly different flavor of Langst. He knows the team cares about him but for a mission, he has to break their fucking hearts and lie to them to get in good with the galra. The mission goes great and Allura (Coran? Shiro? I'd prefer not shiro but realistically I think it's unavoidable that he'd find out) inform everyone that it was a trick. But then Lance seriously doubts if they like him because he really did put on a good show and everyone is wary
OHHHHHH I really like this concept!
“Can you all shut up for 5 minuets. I’m not lying, this isn’t a prank, I never liked you guys. After learning about the galra I know that they treat people better than you all.” Lance’s voice crackled in everyone helmets.
“Shiro I don’t know why you were chosen to be he Black paladin, you can barley keep Keith under control. You just appeared and excepted all of us to follow you blind.”
Shiro’s eyes widened at what Lance said. “Lance where is th-” He never got to finish his question since Lance moved on to the neck person.
“Keith, I have no idea why you are begging me to stay. You are part galra. Shouldn’t you be with your kind? You always beat me in everything, and you always make sure I’m aware of it. Sometimes I just wanna talk to you, not be compared to you.”
Keith wanted to scream, Lance had no right to say that to him. “Lance, I’m not go-” Keith was cut off but Lance, just like Shiro.
“Pidge I don’t even know why you care. You never even give me more than a glance most days. I’m sorry I’m not a genius, I’m sorry I’m annoying, but I’m still a teammate, family. It really fucking hurts when you treat everyone else like a brother except me.”
Pidge nearly snapped her neck trying to get her helmet off. Her breath was ragged, she didn’t know what to think. She always included Lance. Why was he saying she didn’t?
“Finally Hunk.” there was a slight pause, like Lance didn’t want to say what he was about to say. “Best. Friends. For. Life. My. Ass. You replaced me like everyone else. You went to Pidge over me, I get it you have more in common. But we have memories. You just caste them aside like there were garbage. That hurt man.”
Hunk was crying, he didn’t want to hear that. He couldn’t bring himself to defend himself.
“So now you all know why I want nothing to do with this team.” Lance cut of connection to the team before they could say anything and flew Blue into he waiting Galran Ship.
“Paladins you must come back to the castle. We must leave.” Allura’s voice blasted over the coms.
“But Lance!” Shiro still wanted to bring him back.
“He made his choice, we must go.”
Reluctantly they all flew back to the castle, leaving Lance with the Galra.
Keith stormed to the bridge, he came face to face with Allura and Coran who didn’t seem as worried as his team was. “What the hell was that?” Keith didn’t want to scream at the princess but he couldn’t help himself.
“I’m sure Lance had his reason to do it.” Coran twirled his mustache.
Keith stared at Coran in disbelief. “How can you say that so calm? Lance willing went to the Galra with open arms.”
“Keith we are aware but we can’t do anything about it now. Now go clean up.” Allura was not going to deal with this.
Lance was brought in front of Prince Lotor.
The Prince looked at Lance for a few second. “Bring him to my chambers.”
Lance spent the next few weeks by Prince Lotors side. Both of them figuring out ways to destroy the Galran Empire from the inside out.
“Ah I can’t do this anymore!” Lance chucked the book he was reading across the room and dragged his fingers down his face.
Prince Lotor glanced up from the book he was reading “Lance, your princesses orders were very clear. I believe that we are close to finishing our plan.”
“I know! It’s just, I can’t shake the feeling that I really hurt my team. I told them things that weren’t even true, and they probably believed me.” Lance put his head in his hands.
“Lance.” When the galra received no response he sighed and walk over to the boy. He sat down next to Lance, and placed his arm around him. “I know that this is hard on you, but once the team learns what you did, they won’t be mad at you.”
Lance started to shake and Prince Lotor pulled him closer.
About a month after Lance left the paladins were all woken up by the lions roaring. They all rushed down to their hangers only to find the all the lions surround the Blue lion. The Blue lion was unharmed and seemed to be telling the other lions a story.
The paladins shared a look with each other. If Blue was here, so was Lance. They all took off running to the bridge.
“So you say that this plan is full proof?” Coran questioned as he rotated the hologram Lance had set up showing a galran ship.
“Yes, Prince Lotor and I made sure we covered anything that could have went wrong.” Lance crossed his and stared at the two Alteans.
Princess Allura started at the map a bit longer before she smiled. “Lance you did better than expected. This plan is flawless. I’m happy that we were able to team up with Prince Lotor to create this.”
Lance slightly smiled at her.
“Lance are you alright? He didn’t hurt you right?” Allura took a few steps over to Lance.
“No Prince Lotor took care of me, it’s just I hurt my team.”
Allure and Coran shared a worry glance, they knew exactly how the team felt about Lance. Coran opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the paladins sprinting into the room.
They all stopped to catch a quick breath. Keith noticed Lance and wasted no time punching him in the face.
Lance fell over and held his chin, fighting back tears.
“What the hell are you doing here? What did the Galra not care to your every need?” Keith went to go grab Lance again but was stopped by Allura.
“Why, Lance hurt us, why can’t we hurt him?” Pidge glared at Lance as she spoke.
“Pidge! I’m sure Lance can explain why he is here.” Shiro narrowed his eyes at Lance who was starting to stand up. Lance looked at his team then stared at the floor. He couldn’t do this.
“Well if he can’t explain himself, he can just leave.” Keith shrugged Allura off.
“That is enough!” Coran caught everyone’s attention. “Instead of jumping to conclusions, I want you all to consider why Lance did this.” Coran receive only silence form the paladins.
“Why did he do it?” Hunk asked looking anywhere but Lance.
“For this.” Allura gestured at the hologram. She walked over to Lance and made sure that he was okay.
“What is it?” Shiro asked as he stared at it, trying to put the puzzle together.
“It’s a map to take down any Galran ship. It includes exits, where information is store and weapons. Lance designed this plan along side another Galran. However he could only design this plan if he got inside a ship. The only way to do that was to not have anyone follow him when he headed towards the ship.” Coran spoke clearly making sure every paladin understood what he was saying.
“When did you talk about this plan?” Keith asked while looking at Lance who was still staring at the ground, fist clenched.
“The night prior to the mission Lance left, Lance mentioned that his sister was an acting teacher so he picked up a few tips from her. In my honest opinion he almost fooled me when he started talking about you guys before he left.” Allura placed a hand on Lance’s back and gave him a small smile.
Lance didn’t even look at her. They still hate me. They hate me. I hurt them and they won’t forgive me.
After a few minuets of silence Shiro cleared his throat “Thank you Lance, you did excellent on this mission.”
Lance nodded as a thank you and looked up at his teammates. “I’m sorry I said all of those things to you. I just wanted this mission to go well. I hope you’re not mad.” Lance left before anyone could tell him whether or not they were mad.
It was about ten when you went and grabbed a water from the kitchen. Thank god they had these for the designated drivers. You had enjoyed drinking but you wanted to talk and get answers from Jungkook and that was probably better if you were sober. Then again maybe one drink would help calm your nerves.
You had only seen Yoongi a couple of times, always with Jimin. Jimin was showing Yoongi off like it was his job. Yoongi, you could tell, was getting pretty drunk. With Yoongi being around Jimin, girls had started to flock to him. Which you found quite funny because Yoongi had only ever had one girlfriend and Jimin had, had many. So Yoongi was a little out of his element.
The last time you saw Yoongi though, he had been very drunk and making out with his ex, Cindy. You couldn’t wait to tell him that in the morning.
The world of the Phantom Thieves was a hilly one. There were challenges and calm, dangers and warm moments. But all the Phantom Thieves had one thing in common: they went through their pain together. They had been there for each other when nobody else possibly could be. When one Thief couldn’t be there, there was always another to help with whatever pain one had. They were, as they say, thick as thieves. All the Phantom Thieves had reached one unconscious conclusion, as well: none of them had been through as much as their leader. They all agreed on it, even if they didn’t know it.
Akira Kurusu deserved the world.
The group would always be there for each other. Akira knew that fully well. Yet he never leaned on them when things got rough in his head. They all relied on each other, but Akira couldn’t bring himself to put his problems on their shoulders. Whenever his confidence wavered in a Palace, the team was always hyping him up. But that’s all they saw.
They didn’t see his emotions outside the Metaverse. Those were his only secret. They didn’t know about his nightmares. They didn’t know the reason he listened to all of their problems was so they didn’t end up like him. He wanted them to have someone to turn to. So he locked his feelings away to be the cool and collected leader he was. Supposedly.
He kept his trauma inside. He kept the anger he felt when his friends were taunted and teased contained. He tried to make the comments from the kids at Shujin go in one ear and out the other. Whenever someone looked at him with that look of disapproval, he oh so tried to shake it off. But it all made him have days where everything just felt… numb. Like nothing he did mattered. These days were the days he thought about betrayal. Where he thought about his friends leaving him behind. Abandoning him.
Akira Kurusu was scared.
Today was a day where his feelings slipped themselves into every crack of his thoughts they could find. They partially distracted him at school, made his comments to his friends sound half-hearted when he truly meant them, kept his responses to Sojiro short, and made him reluctantly obey Morgana when he told him to sleep.
“Hey, Akira, what’d you get on the third question of the test? I put B, but I’m not very confident in my answers,” Ann sighed, resting her head on her hand. She had her mouth in a pout with her genuine look of unconfidence.
“I got B, too,” Akira responded. He sounded uninterested, but he really wanted to boost Ann’s spirits.
“Oh, great!” Ann said with a smile. “That makes me feel better.”
She spun back around when the next teacher walked in the room. He didn’t miss her look of slight concern while she turned.
“Welcome back. How was school?” Sojiro asked when the bell rang above the door to LeBlanc.
“Good, as always,” Akira responded, it didn’t come out as he intended it to.
Sojiro just laughed softly, “An answer I’d expect from you.”
He frowned as Akira moved towards the stairs, absentmindedly wiping away at a glass.
“So, you ready to go to bed?” Morgana asked later.
“Yep,” Akira replied, sliding under the covers. “I’m tired.”
“For once,” Morgana said sarcastically. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Akira turned on his side and shut his eyes.
He didn’t see Morgana jump on the bed and give him a worried look. He just felt him curl up next to him and release a sigh.
Akira had a nightmare. He was back in Okumura’s Palace. A crowd of worker robots surrounded him and his friends. They had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. They fought and they fought to no avail. Akira had to watch as his friends fell around him, one by one.
Ann was bleeding from a wound on her head. Makoto’s arm was broken at the elbow, told by it’s odd angle. Yusuke was so beaten he couldn’t stand. Futaba was trapped outside the circle, not hurt but in danger. Morgana was struggling to stay conscious. Ryuji’s leg had given out on him due to the stress. Haru was standing mostly uninjured, but her father’s shadow was pestering her with “Okumura Daughter” duties. Akira was helpless he couldn’t do anything. He was exhausted. He fell to his knees.
“This is what brats like you get for meddling in the wrong business,” Okumura walked to Akira. “You get beat.”
There was a gun shot, but Akira missed it. He woke with a start. He was shaking. He felt lightheaded. He couldn’t focus. He pulled his knees to his chest and squeezed them tight. He didn’t notice Morgana stir next to him.
Morgana didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to risk Akira’s panic getting worse. Instead he just pretended to shift in his sleep.
Akira’s shaky hand reached for the windowsill. He grabbed his phone and checked the group chat. Nobody had said anything since their final goodnights. He wanted to talk with someone, anyone. But who would be awake at this time of night? He gave in.
Akira: Is anyone awake?
Haru: I am.
Makoto: So we’re all awake at this ungodly hour?
Ryuji: i couldnt sleep
Ann: Me neither
Ann: I keep falling asleep and waking up again
Haru: I get how you feel, I was just thinking of texting you all myself.
Yusuke: I am only awake because Futaba is keeping me up with her constant messaging.
Futaba: this is important stuff im sending you!
Yusuke: You are sending me pictures of foxes in costumes.
Makoto: So in one way or another… We all are having a struggle with sleeping.
Ryuji: thats what it looks like
Ryuji: aww man i wish we could meet up
Ryuji: im not even sure if i feel tired anymore
Ann: I mean, it’s almost 5, we could meet up anyways?
Makoto: When did everyone go to bed?
Haru: Nine ‘o clock.
Futaba: ive taken naps throughout the day so im not really tired
Makoto: I see.
Makoto: Well, I guess we all got reasonable hours of sleep.
Makoto: I will permit this once, and only because we are all in the same boat here.
Ryuji: all right!
Ann: Yes! I’ve always dreamed of doing something like this!
Yusuke: Where should we meet?
Ryuji: how about Akira’s place? is that ok? the place doesn’t open until 8, right?
Akira: Yeah, it should be fine.
Haru: What about Mona? Is he awake?
Akira poked the cat with his finger. His hand still felt slightly shaky, but he was calming. Morgana meowed in reply, but rolled onto his side to look up at Akira.
Akira: He’s up.
Futaba: Great! See you all there!
Akira sat his phone screen down on his bed. Morgana now laid on his stomach, his tail swishing around.
“What’s up?” he asked drowsily.
“Everyone’s coming over. No one could sleep except you,” Akira replied, semi-sarcastic.
“Ok, might wanna fix that bedhead of yours a bit, though,” Morgana replied.
Futaba was quick to hop onto Akira’s bed, sitting criss-cross for once. Ryuji sat on one end of the couch and Ann on the other, stretching her legs out across Ryuji’s lap. Makoto and Haru sat on the floor by the sofa. Yusuke simply took a chair.
“Man, I’m glad to be outta my house. There was no chance of me sleepin’ anymore,” Ryuji groaned.
“Every time I shut my eyes, they just wanted to open again,” Ann complained through a partial yawn.
“I would fall asleep for an hour at a time. It’s rare I sleep like that,” Haru shook her head.
“Do we all have something on our mind that’s keeping us up?” Makoto questioned why this was happening.
“Umm… not that I can think of,” Ann answered.
“There’s nothing that would keep me up at night except Futaba,” Yusuke commented.
“Shut it, Inari,” Futaba responded.
Akira fumbled for words. He ran a hand through his hair in thought. While the others maintained a steady conversation on sleep habits, Akira was lost in his thoughts. He wanted to tell them. He didn’t want to keep his emotions a secret anymore, they deserved to know. They cared about him and should know when he’s feeling down. But how could he start? He didn’t have to.
“Akira? You ok?” Morgana asked, tail swishing. “You look kind of out of it.”
“Now that he mentions it, ya do, dude. What’s up?” Ryuji is quick to follow up.
Akira hesitates, “There… There’s something I need to tell you all.”
Akira talked the most he had ever talked at once then. He told them about his nightmares of losing them and everything he’s ever known. He told them about his emotions building up and how he felt like crap on those certain days. He poured his heart out in a matter of minutes because he wanted to stop hiding this. He wanted to stop being scared. He talked about the trial and being sent to Tokyo by his parents and how it made him feel so… abandoned. Betrayed.
“Akira… You know you can talk to us, man,” Ryuji was frowning though he was definitely concerned.
“Yes, you will always be one of us,” Yusuke spoke, sitting on the edge of his seat.
“Mhm, text me whenever and I’ll be sure to respond!” Futaba nodded encouragingly.
“We will always be there for you, Akira,” Makoto had slid closer and placed a hand on his knee. “Wherever we may be, we will always be willing to talk.”
Akira felt his hands get shaky again. But there was no fear or panic this time, just relief. They still saw him as Joker, their leader. Their tactician. Their friend.
“I never would have known this affected you so much if you hadn’t told us,” Ann frowned guiltily.
“Yeah, I feel bad,” Ryuji looked sad. He faced Akira seriously. “Just worry about yourself, man, before you worry about what others say.”
“They don’t know you like we do, anyways,” Futaba added.
Akira nodded. His face was hot. He was struggling to keep his shaky hands under control. He felt tears welling behind his eyes. Why was he still trying to keep his emotions in?
“I’m glad you told us about this,” Haru smiled at him warmly.
“You can surely rely on us as much as we have relied on you, leader,” Yusuke says assuringly.
Futaba quickly hugged Akira’s arm when he began to cry. It ended up with all of the Phantom Thieves on or around his bed. Ann was on his other side, head on his shoulder. Ryuji sat on the other side of Futaba, his hand lingering close to Akira. Makoto was kneeling in front of him, clasping a hand in both of hers. Yusuke and Haru sat in chairs on either side of her, leaning in close to fill the circle.
Akira’s free hand was on his face, wiping away tears that kept being replaced. Morgana squeezed in and curled up in his lap, nudging him with his nose.
“We’re a team, Akira. Teammates never leave another behind,” he said, closing his eyes.
The Phantom Thieves of Hearts had always had one thing in common: they shared their pain together. And they all awakened to one more thing; Akira Kurusu deserved the world.
REQUEST Can I please
get a Peter Parker x female!stark(Tony’s adopted daughter)!reader imagine
where’s she goes with Tony to meet Peter for the first time and he gets
flustered around her, and Tony gets protective because he sees they like each
other? Maybe with Aunt May smiling knowingly at Peter and him blushing?
Author: Queen of Geeks
(Hope you like it!)
“Hey Stark, where are you going?” I asked Tony as
he walked behind the sofa. Tony stopped and I paused the TV.
“You aren’t even looking at me,” He pointed out.
“Yeah, but everyone else is doing something.” I
“I’m going to meet someone, you should come.” He
told me. I looked up to see Tony standing over me. I raised my eyebrows.
“Because everyone else is doing something.” Tony
“Sure, where are we going?” I stood up and turned to face Tony.
I looked up at the apartment building Tony stopped
his car in front of. All he told me was that we were heading to Queens. Even
though he never said where we were going exactly, I had a feeling as to why we
were heading to Queens. On the news, New York’s new hero Spider-Man had been
spotted in a new suit. And maybe because I had helped make that new suit, I had
a feeling I’d be meeting the man who wore it.
“How old do you think Spider-Man is?” I asked Tony
as I got out of the car.
“You’ll see.” Tony replied. I stared at him but
Tony shrugged his shoulders and walked inside the building. As he held open the
door, I went inside and followed him.
I stood behind Tony as he knocked on one of the
apartment doors. The door opened and I peered around Tony to see a woman his
age. She smiled and let Tony in.
“May, this is (Y/N), my ward.” Tony introduced me
to the woman named May and I smiled back at her. “May is Peter’s aunt,”
“Oh,” I nodded and held out my hand. “Nice to meet
“Nice to meet you to (Y/N), Peter should be here
soon.” She looked at Tony as he and I sat down in the living room. She walked
into the kitchen and came back with a tray. She put the tray down on the coffee
“Is everything okay?” May asked Tony as she sat
next to him. “This isn’t about the grant, is it?”
“It’s not about the grant; I just came by to see Peter’s
progress and I figured that (Y/N) should meet Peter since they’re the same age.”
Tony explained. I looked at Tony and raised my eyebrows. He gave a quick wink
at me and I reached for the sliced loaf that was on the plate. I put a piece of
it on a plate and sat back in my seat. I took a bite and looked around the
living room as Tony and May talked.
“Hey May, please tell me you didn’t give Mr Stark
the banana loaf?” Someone asked as the door opened. All heads turned towards
the young man who walked in with a backpack over his shoulder. He stopped when
he realised there was a third set of eyes on him.
“I think it’s really good,” I told him standing.
Peter, I assumed, pulled the earphones out of his ears and I held out my hand. “I’m
“Peter,” He walked over and shook my hand. “You’re
with Mr Stark?”
“He practically adopted me.” I shrugged my
shoulders. I realised the two of us were still holding hands and so did Peter. Quickly,
he let go and put his bag down on the floor next to the sofa I was sitting on. The
two of us sat down and I took another bite of the banana loaf. Tony looked at
Peter who shifted slightly away from me. May however was smiling at Peter.
“So you like the banana bread?” Peter asked
looking at me. I held up the piece of loaf.
“I do, it’s really good.” I looked at May with a smile.
“How-how come you two are here?” Peter looked from
me to Tony.
“We came to talk to about your progress.” Tony
replied leaning forwards.
“Oh-oh! Right! My progress,” He nodded and I couldn’t
help but smile. Peter got up and almost fell forwards as he tried to get his
backpack. Still smiling, I looked at Tony. Tony however raised his eyebrows at
I sighed and looked at Tony as we sat in the
“What’s up kid?” He asked.
“I want more banana bread.” I told him. Tony looked
up at me from his tablet.
“Is that a way of saying you want to see Parker,
or do you actually want more banana bread?” He asked. I looked at Tony.
“Well, if I went to see Peter, I could get more
banana bread.” I pointed out. Tony rolled his eyes and handed me the tablet. On
it was Peter’s face.
“Oh, Peter, hi!” I glanced at Tony.
“(Y/N), I thought you were Mr Stark!”
“Sorry to disappoint,” I smiled.
“I’m not disappointed, just surprised.” He assured
“Hey Peter, are you free this Friday? If you aren’t,
you know, slinging webs?”
previous chapter Part 14 - Dear Cyrus)
Well that night I didn’t really drank much but
he did. He was just leaning on my shoulder as the silence took over most of the
time. I didn’t know how to react to him so I guess the best I could offer was
being there for him.
Its funny how its our first time meeting each
other (for the main reason of just having fun) but here I am with a
brokenhearted man beside me. Man I told myself I’m digging in some deep shit
that I shouldn’t here.
We didn’t really text much after that night,
but I went on stalking him on his social media, basically just checking him out.
My fragile memories could recollect of me asking him if he was free a night before
his birthday and we both were horny and so we did made an appointment to meet
at his place.
Cyrus : Need a fetch tonight ?
Me : Nah its okay. I can take the taxi, you
could drive me home after.
Cyrus : Okay then. Becareful. Text me when
Me : Yeah about 15 mins. btw Do you like
chocolate or oreo more ?
Cyrus : Oreo. Why ?
Me : No la. Just asking. text you when I’m
I get to know his birthday through his
Facebook so I wanted to surprise him since tomorrow its his actual birthday. I
went off to a bakery store and bought a whole oreo cheesecake for him and got
him worried because I was late :
Cyrus : traffic jam ? took you 1 hour ?
Me : Im fine. Reaching soon.
As I was all excited and smiling walking up to
his place to surprise him since he has no idea I knew his Birthday and he
thought I came just to have sex, as I knock on his door.
Cyrus : (opening the door)
Me : Surprise ! (lifting up the birthday cake
box with plastic)
Cyrus : What ?! (Surprised and laughing)
Me : I know its your birthday tomorrow..so I
bought you a cake. (acting silly)
Cyrus : No wonder you asked whether I like
choc or oreo lol
Me : (Walking towards the fridge and open it,
putting the cake inside)
Cyrus : (hugged me from behind resting his
head on my shoulder with his hands wrap around my waist)
Cyrus : Thank you. (In a sincere tone)
My heart was pounding fast in that heat of
moment. I felt something again. I didn’t really utter any words that time. We
were just indulging in the silence yet sweet moment of him hugging me from
behind while the fridge’s was left open.
Me : Wanna have a slice now ? (broke the
Took a knife and cut a slice and handed to him
Me : Happy birthday hehe ! (Acting silly)
Cyrus : (took the cream on top of the cake
with his index finger towards my mouth feeding me)
Me : (BLUSHING AS FUCK) (open my mouth and ate
oh dear god thinking back I was so shy and he
was just laughing at me saying I’m cute with my face turned red…I lost count
of how many time my heart beat in a second. Unconsciously I lean towards him
and gave him a kiss with my eyes closed with my hands holding his waist. As I
passionately kiss him on his lips slowly with my tongue tied with his, he put
the plate away to the side of the sink. We were making out in the kitchen,
kissing each other all the time. His fingers were running through my hair and
gently touching my face. Eagerly lifting his shirt up and taking it off I push
his body against mine close I move down to his neck licking it gently and
slowly as he let out a soft moan
Cyrus : Let’s go to the room.
As he shuts the room’s door. I found myself
lying on his bed looking at him stripping off himself with his pants and
undies. His cock is hard on. Laying next to me as we continue kissing my hands
were reaching down to his cock stroking it. His rough hands were touching my
body feeling my skin next to his, removing my shirt licking my neck, leaving
marks on my shoulders as I let out a moan, he moves downwards to my sensitive
nipples licking it gently drawing circles, flicking it with his tongue and suck
it once in awhile. I felt so turn on. With his mouth doing the job, his hands
slowly touching my belly to my wet cock and down right to my hole.
His hands were in between my thigh with his
fingers touching my hole I felt even more turned on as if he’s molesting me
with my pants still on.
Me : I wanna suck your cock please.
Cyrus : I’ll rim you first.
Removing my pants along with my undies he lift
up my ass while he was in a kneeling position with his hands spreading my ass
to give a better look at my hole. Diving in with his tongue licking my hole
with his saliva covered like spreading butter on a bread. God I felt so good
that I had to shut my mouth with my hands for trying not to moan too loud.
Comes his finger poking my hole fingering me as I moan like a slut.
I lean towards him an grab hold of his hard
cock sucking it like nobody’s business. Eagerly sucking it so hard that I
almost choke myself from it. As eager as I said :
Me : Fuck me please.
He turn around and took a condom out of the
box along with the lube. I hold on to his legs and said :
Me : Cyrus. Do you wanna fuck me without the
Cyrus : (his eyes were widen and surprised
saying) You sure ?
Me : (shyly nodded my head and turn around in
doggystyle with my ass facing him)
Hearing the sound of him squeezing the lube.
He got hold of his hands on my ass from behind and I felt his hard on 7 Inch
dick piecing through me. We were on cloud 9. Fucking me in and out from behind
as we both moan at the same time he lean towards me from the back and smell me
and kiss my neck while his hips are moving on its own. My wet cock was dripping
precum all over the bed I felt it leaking.
As we slowly adjust the position of me laying
fully on the bed while he lay on me with his dick still in me. Our body were
sweating, so hot that we’re fucking in madness. My hard cock were begging to
breathe so I gently pad on his thigh said :
Me : Change (moaning)
Both of us woke up we were kissing each other
I pushed him down and squat on his hard dick, with my hands holding his cock
trying to fit it back in my hole. As it enters both of us moaned in joy. Slowly
swallowing it fully in my hole as I felt the hardness I hold my hands with his,
gently moving up and down riding him with my shy face expose to his. His hands
were on my hips while mine was on his thighs. Riding it even harder as he said
Cyrus : Fuck you’re so cute you’re gonna
make me cum
Me : I’m cumming too.
As I my hard cock were begging for me to
stroke, I felt a hot wave of liquid rushing inside me as he moans :
Cyrus : Fuck fuck fuck !!
Stroking my own cock in a split second I
cummed all over his body moaning together. That moment we couldn’t care less of
what the neighbor heard.
With hole filled with his cum I was so worn
out and lay on him with both our bodies covered with my cum panting :
Me : (breathing heavily , panting)
Cyrus : (hugging me even though we’re covered
Me : happy ? (acting silly)
Cyrus : Yes..much better without the condom.
Lets go clean you up.
As we were in the bathroom he kept nagging me
to wash properly, making sure all his cum was out from my hole. Insisting to
see the water comes out clean. I felt something again.For once a Top that
is not selfish and actually care about me after the sex.
As I got off from the shower I was kneeling
down packing my stuff into my bag.
Cyrus : Don’t go first, come over here. (in a
Me : (Walk towards his room as he was laying
on his beanie bag and lay right next to him with my head rest on his chest)
I couldn’t recall the conversation that we had
that time…All I remember was gently touching his rose tattoo on his leg while
he fell asleep with his hands around me. Looking at him fell asleep
After that night. We rarely text each other.
Mostly he don’t reply my messages, even if he replied it would be a day later.
I didn’t know what went wrong and I was just so puzzled that I stop trying so
hard. But what I felt through things that I felt wasn’t fake. Well maybe the
sad part was I was the only one who felt it but he didn’t. It all happen 3
years ago till one of the days I met him on the monorail on his way to work.
All we did was just pass by each other
Dear Cyrus, its bitter. But yet sweet. Thank you. xo