hi love! i think that depends on how tall ryoma is! cause takumi is at ryoma’s shoulder, so if ryoma is 6′0 then i’m thinking takumi will be around 5′2! how tiny, he’s even shorter than me! thanks for the question, sweet anon!
PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader
summary:nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too.
[THIS IS AN AU!]
warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence
a/n:quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader
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to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some
statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his
eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins
your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears
glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time
to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight
smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it,
“There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can
do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of
consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.
Hey can you write one where the avengers go to recruit a girl they heard about? She lives in the deep woods and uses magic. When they find her they weren’t expecting someone so young since she’s only like 14-15. They start having second thoughts but she shows them that she can handle herself. She also wants revenge cause hydra killed her family trying to get to her.
A/N: I made the reader a little older and i hope it’s not a problem. I really liked the request and i have a big idea how to continue this. I hope you like it and if so let me know in order to post a Part 2 and maybe more ;) Enjoy (and sorry for the mistakes)
It was Saturday and everyone in the Avenger
tower was finally able to relax. The whole week represented a lot of missions,
hours of training and a serious lack of sleep. Today had to be their day off.
Nat was trying to find an interesting film on the TV but for now with no luck.
Steve was in his room immersed in his thought for the present again. Tony, as
always, was doing something in his laboratory with Bruce but this time they
weren’t eager to make a progress so fast, so they were mostly telling each
other jokes rather than work. Clint and Vision, unusually, were cooking
whatever they could think of while Peter, Wanda and Thor were ready to become
tasters. Everything was going fine until a familiar and detestable sound
reached their ears.
“Good morning, Avengers.”, said Colson, “How
are you in this sunny and beautiful day?”
“Oh, hey Son of Col! We are perfect.”, Thor
answered with a bright smile on his face.
Now everyone was in the living room looking at
the man in a black suit showing on the huge TV.
“If you have to tell us something good then go
on, if not…better fuck yourself.”
“Well, I’m glad to see you too, Romanoff.”, the
man looked with a smile at the red-head and then turned again to the whole
gang, “Okay, I will go to the main part. Three days ago something extraordinary
happened in woods north of Minnesota.”, bellow him appeared some photos, “As
you see, some of the trees are burnt but definitely not from a fire, and this
one.”, a photo showing something like spikes coming from the ground became in
“What the hell is this?”, Peter exclaimed, “How
is that even possible?”
“That’s what you have to find out.”
“What?! No!”, Tony said angrily. “No! Not going
to happen! We have a day off, Colson!”
“I know you do, but it’s important. Given the
fact it’s like 7km away from a Hydra base, it may be someone used for an
experiment. And we need only three or four of you to go and check.”, the man
“I’m in!”, Wanda said with no hesitations.
“Count me, too”, Clint raised his hand to show
that he’s ready.
“Peter, you are not going.”, Tony declared.
“Why not? We only have to check what’s going
on, that’s all.”
“He is right Tony, and I will go, too.”, Steve
stated and the four of them received the needed information.
“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a
kid.”, Peter breathed out as he and the other three avengers were getting in
“But you are a kid, Pete.”, Steve sat down and
put his belt on. The others followed his actions and soon they were high above
“That’s not what I mean. I may be a kid as I am
that young but I can look after myself. I can do things just like you guys. I
want and I can become a hero. It seems he…he doesn’t want me to be one.”
“You know that’s not true.”, Wanda tried to
calm the boy down, “He is just afraid. You and either I are new in all of this,
but he, Steve and Clint are deep in this dangerous world and know what it costs
to be a hero.”
“Wanda is right, boy. I share Stark’s thoughts
but not completely. If you want to be a hero, you must know that you risk the
lives of your beloved ones – family, friends, girlfriends… We all have
experienced the feeling of losing someone; we just don’t want you to go through
this at that young age.”, Clint said while checking his arrows.
“But don’t worry, we’ll be beside your back.”,
Steve patted Peter’s shoulder and till the end of the flight nobody spoke.
Two hours later the group was finally at the
mentioned place. There was no place for the helicopter to land so the heroes
had to get down with the help of a rope.
“So…which direction should we go?”, Clint
questioned as he, the last one, got on the hard ground.
“North.”, Steve looked at his compass to make
sure he was right and then led the gang towards the destination.
“Why would somebody stay so deep In the
woods?”, Peter decided to break the silence.
“I don’t think they are just staying there,
“They are hiding.”, Wanda respond back.
“Why do you think so?”
“Colson said that there is a Hydra base in the distance…I
think whoever managed to escape, is now terrified and…and angry.”
“How can you be so sure? Hydra probably sent
out somebody to see if he can cooperate and serve them.”, the way Steve
retorted back showed he had no good feeling towards the organization.
“Because I can feel it!”
“What do you mean?”, Peter was so confused
given the fact he was new and didn’t have much information about the Hydra
thing and Wanda’s powers.
“Sometimes I can either get in your head or
memories, or feel your emotions.”
Steve was about to say something back as his
anger has somehow unlocked but Clint was the one to stop them from a fight.
“Guys! We have a work to do and right now it’s
in front of us.”, Hawkeye showed the previously seen spikes, which were like 10
meters away from them, “Can you solve your problems when we are back in the
base, and I am away from your childish behavior?”
Wanda and Steve looked a little ashamed while
Peter was still standing there with a stupid expression on his face while
trying to figure the things out. While going to the strange and kind of a scary
place the gang saw some burnt trees, others had a burnt hand mark on them,
others were still up but their leaves were dry. As they were becoming closer a
change in the temperature was felt.
“It wasn’t that hot minutes before. I’m
sweating in this costume and now my body is itching like crazy.”, Parker
announced as he began scratching.
“It’s coming from the inside.”
The spikes coming from the ground were making
something like a dome. The sharp sides were touching at the top, while at the
bottom they were forming a circle. This ‘structure’ was definitely made for
some sort of protection.
“Maybe the person is inside this thing.”
“I will try to break it. Step back.”, Wanda
commanded and then, using her magic, she broke one of the spikes. As she did
so, another one grew but not upwards. Instead the spike with its sharp side
directed at her body was about to kill her if it wasn’t Steve to save her. They both fell on the ground while the others
two tried to save themselves from the other deadly formations that suddenly
appeared from the ground.
“What the hell was that?!”, Clint exclaimed as
he tried to catch his breath.
“I don’t know but we better find a way to…”,
Peter was interrupted from Wanda’s scream to watch out. But his spider senses
had already informed him about a danger. He jumped and used his webs to get on
a high tree. From up there he managed to
notice the small aperture.
“I can get there and I will. Don’t try to stop
me, we are losing time. When I get there you will attack and try to ruin this
shield. Got it?”, the young boy notified the others through his micro earphone,
“Let’s have some fun.”, Peter put his mask on and jumped from the tree. He
landed just a meter away from the wanted place but as soon as his foots touched
the spikes others began appearing. With his fastness he got in the hole seconds
before getting seriously injured.
Although he has done it before, this time Peter
made his superhero landing on his ass.
“Shit, that hurts.”, he cursed out but as soon
as he did he was thrown against the strong wall made from the spikes.
“Tell me who the hell you are or I’ll kill
you.”, a sweet, yet dry voice reached his ears. He looked up and saw a girl
around his age standing defensive opposite him with a rage written on her face.
“I’m Pet-, shit! No, I’m Spiderman and I-”, but
the boy was interrupted by being sent to the ‘wall’ again.
“You are lying! If Hydra is sending you, which
I am sure about, you are gonna die in agony. They’ll finally see what I am
capable of! That’s what they want, isn’t it?”, the girl screamed and clenched
fists. Peter, who was thrown again, managed to see what she was doing and how
she was capable of whisking him wherever she wanted. The guy soon realized she
was a witch just like Wanda.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. We
are here to help you”, as soon as those words were spoken, the girl was ready
to make that boy shut up by repeating her previous actions but Peter was
faster. He sent webs towards her hands, sticking them on one of the spikes. She
tried to escape but with in vain. Peter used this opportunity to scan the girl.
She was his height, with a (y/h/t) (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) now full with anger.
Her clothes were dirty and scattered, her face slightly sunken maybe due to the
lack of food.
the whole structure was hit and a part of it ruined down. The girl used this as
an opportunity to go away and this time she managed. She began running but the
boy shoot web at her and stopped her. The witch fell on the ground and looked
at the four people standing meters away.
“I’ll kill you!”, she screamed and sent a stone
towards the group. Wanda was the one to create a shield with her magic and protect
her friends. The girl’s eyes widen as she saw that somebody had powers just as
“Stop attacking us and just listen!”, Wanda
“We are here to help you, don’t need to be
afraid.”, a man with a soft voice gave his hand to help her stand. The girl
looked up and was met by a dirty blonde hair and kind blue eyes.
james’s eyes were hazel, his nose was slightly longer than harry’s and there was no scar on his forehead, but they had the same thing face, same mouth, same eyebrows; james’s hair stuck up at the back exactly as harry’s did, his hands could have been harry’s and harry could tell that, when james stood up, they would be within an inch of each other in height. james yawned hugely and rumpled up his hair, making it even messier than it had been. […] harry stared at wormtail for a moment, then back at james, who was now doodling on a bit of scrap parchment. he had drawn a snitch and was now tracing the letters ‘L.E’
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au ◇ word count: 2.9 k ◇ author’s note: i will be updating thisseries every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy! the series is on hold for now.
Based upon:Being Bill’s makeup artist on the set of It. As filming goes on, you start to think of him as more than a friend. Fearing you’ll let something slip, you act more reserved around him, causing him to wonder what is wrong. Near the end of the shoot, you confess your feelings and he reciprocates, leading to sex back at your place.
Getting paid to do someone’s makeup was what she considered to be the greatest job on the planet. However, the people one works with can really make or break the experience. Being hired to do makeup for Pennywise and the kids of the Losers Club in the newest adaptation of It was a dream come true. Never before had she been hired to create such a complex look, it was challenging and exciting.
Bill was the nicest person she ever met, thought she ever would meet. After some months of daily makeup sessions, the two became friends.
“How was filming today?” She asked him as he climbed into her trailer.
“Good. We shot my forest scenes today.” He replied, giving her a smile.
She cringed, “Don’t smile. At least not until I take that makeup off.”
He rolled his eyes before shutting the door behind him and made his way over to her, dressed in his regular clothes. She was busy taking out makeup removers, a face cloth, cleansers and moisturizers; everything she needed to take off the product. So he sat down in his chair in front of the large mirror which was adorned with lightbulbs covering the frame.
She came up behind him, her eyes meeting his in the reflection. “You look ugly.” She joked, her eyes playful.
He snorted, “Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.”
She carefully removed his wig and placed it on the counter before slipping her fingers under the cap which covered his hair. He closed his eyes with relief when she pulled it off, freeing his hair. She glanced at him, noticing he was massaging his head and laughed loudly.
“You try wearing that thing all day.” He complained.
“I have, just not that one.” She smirked.
She grabbed the bottle of hydrating remover and removed the cap, letting the liquid soak through the cloth before dragging the fabric over his forehead. The white product came off easily, making the white of the cloth even brighter.
“Close your eyes.” She said softly.
His pale eyes met her dark ones before he closed them. The fabric ran over his face, making his skin feel healthier, clean and fresh.
“Alright, time for your favourite part.” She joked. She liked to tell him that he was getting a free facial everyday, so he should be thankful and totally in her dept.
“You know me well.” He laughed back.
He liked the feeling of her smart fingers tracing over his skin, especially with his eyes closed.
“I can’t believe we’re wrapping soon.” He confessed as her hands worked wonders on his skin.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Only one week left.” She remembered.
She wiped toner over his freshly cleansed face, pushing his hair back when she cleaned his forehead.
“I’m glad I won’t be scaring everyone on set everyday.”
She giggled, “I think you’ll continue to do that anyway.”
His eyes flew open, filled with faux shock.
“You wound me.” He replied, holding a hand over his heart.
She swatted at him before admitting: “You couldn’t even do that if you tried. They have to hire me to make you look hideous.”
He closed his eyes again as she began to rub a gentle moisturizer into his temples.
“Mm, are you saying I’m incredibly handsome?” He questioned.
“Yes.” She said simply, her lips moving faster than her brain.
She mentally cringed and reached to grab more moisturizer so he wouldn’t feel her hands stiffen. She liked Bill. Scratch that, she really like Bill. After months of doing his makeup everyday, watching him film some scenes and grabbing lunch together almost everyday, she had a hard time seeing him as just a friend.
He cracked one eye open and watched her as she rubbed more cool product over his sharp cheekbones. She avoided making any eye contact with him.
“Okay, I’m all done.” She said quickly.
She grabbed all of the products and materials that she had brought out and walked to the opposite end of the trailer. She had her back to him as she placed everything back on the shelves.
He is Bill Skarsgård, world famous actor who was born into an acting family. With a large group of dedicated fans and following, she assumed he would just say a quick “Goodbye” and leave for the day. He was up at five am to begin makeup and then shot a solid amount of footage while wearing a stuffy costume and full face of make up in the summer heat of Toronto. So when she felt hands slip onto her waist, she froze were she was, her hand gripping the bottle of toner tightly.
He stepped closer to her, his body flush against her back.
Slowly, she removed her hand from the bauble and placed it alongside her other on the counter. She was conflicted, did not know how to truly feel about his contact.
He turned her around to face him. He saw she was biting her lip nervously, arms limp at her sides. He moved his hands up from her waist to her neck, then cheek as he looked into her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling heavily causing her breasts to swell against her blouse.
He leant down to her height and pressed his lips against hers, combing his hand through her soft hair. She stood frozen for a second before melting into his touch, responding with as much desire as he did. Her hands wrapped around him, gripping his back tightly as her lips moved against his.
Suddenly, he backed her into the counter, emitting a moan from her. God, he wanted her. After months of getting to know her, having her do his makeup and laugh with him; he wanted nothing more than to finally show her how much she mattered to him.
He moved his hands to the back of her thighs, “Jump.” He mumbled between kisses.
She wrapped her dress pant clothed legs around his hips and her arms wove their way around the back of his neck, fingers tangling and pulling at his locks.
He moved his smooth lips down her neck, kissing, sucking and biting as he went. He back arched into him and he gripped her hips harder, making her head dip back.
“Do you wanna… go to m-my place?” She breathed.
He gave her lips a swift kiss, “Yes.”
She un-clasped the buttons of her navy blue blouse as she straddled Bill’s lanky body. Once all the buttons were open, she slowly slid the sleeves down from her shoulders, exposing her red push up bra. He grinned up at her.
He let her take off his belt before he flipped her over and began go peel off her pants and then his own as she tugged off his shirt.
He almost moaned at the sight of her; chest beating heavily, breasts heaving wilding, tousled hair, parted lips.
He wanted to touch every inch of her.
Her whole body buzzed with adrenaline and pleasure, it was so overwhelming that it felt unreal. There was absolutely no way that Bill Skarsgård was having sex with her, touching her like no one else could. Yet, he was.
She wanted to moan loudly, scream his name and cry out but despite everything that happened that day, she chose to stifle her moans so they only came out a sharp breaths.
He hit deep inside her and she clawed on his back, holding him desperately as to not make a sound.
Another thrust sent her head against his shoulder, her moan being muffled by his hot skin.
“I want to hear you.” He said deep and huskily.
She let her head fall back onto the pillow beneath her and she wholeheartedly gave herself to him.
“B-Bill.” She moaned as he pushed deep inside of her.
Her back arched into his touch and he swore: “Shit. God… Y/N.”
It hit hard, fast and all to powerful, bringing her over the edge and crying his name. He followed soon after.
They laid in her bed, panting and hot. She had her head rested on his chest and his arm was wrapped around her body, keeping her close to him. She reached for his free hand and intertwined their fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to their hands.
“Bill?” She looked up at him.
“I’m going to miss you a lot.” She whispered quietly, looking at their adjoined hands.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He said simply, giving her hand a squeeze.
“What I mean is,” He pushed her onto her back and sat above her, “I love you. I don’t want to go anywhere. That is, if you’ll have me?” He finished, gazing into her stunning eyes.
Note: Alright so like this photo of Daveed makes me paranoid as hell because every time I see people holding small children in one hand I worry they will drop them. @daveeddiggsit and @imaginebeinghamiltrash this is what I was telling you about.
“Hey babe look one hand!” Daveed says, holding Lin and Vanessa’s son Sebastian out towards you only on one hand. You quickly reach forward to grab Sebastian out of his grip and hold him close to your chest.
“What are you doing? You could drop him!” You exclaim, pressing a light kiss to Sebastian’s head, who clings onto you and yawns.
Daveed chuckles as you look around for either of Sebastian’s parents. Everyone is scattered all around Lin and Vanessa’s apartment. They’d decided to throw a party for the cast celebrating an incredibly successful first month of performances of Hamilton on Broadway.
“Relax babe, I wasn’t going to drop him” he laughs, following along as you make your way through the apartment to find Vanessa.
“But you could have! You weren’t even holding on to him” You tell him as you finally spot Vanessa in the corner, deep in a conversation with Pippa. “Sorry to interrupt ladies but I think someone is ready for bed” You say as you approach.
Vanessa smiles fondly at you as she reaches out to carefully move Sebastian’s hair from in front of his eyes.
“Tired sweetheart?” She asks. Sebastian simply nods, his little mouth turning into a pout as his clings onto you even tighter.
“We can put him to bed if you like?” Daveed suggests, stepping forward to stand next to you.
“Oh no I can’t ask you guys to do that” Vanessa says but Daveed is already is shaking his head.
“It’s fine we really don’t mind, you enjoy the party we’ve got this” he says, carefully taking Sebastian from your arms and holding him carefully in his.
“Thank you guys” She says as you and Daveed make your way through the apartment to Sebastian’s room.
You watch with a fond smile as Sebastian reaches up to grab a fistful of Daveed’s curls, causing Daveed to chuckle softly.
“You like my hair huh kid?” he asks, causing Sebastian to giggle
“Uh huh!” he says, sleepily with a tired grin on his face. Daveed smiles, and doesn’t even try to pry his hand from his hair until he reaches the bedroom.
“I promise you can play with my hair another time, but for now it’s time for bed” He says softly.
Sebastian pouts but let’s go of Daveed’s hair as he leans down to tuck him into bed. You stand in the doorway, watching as you notice Daveed quietly humming what sounds like Dear Theodosia as he tucks Sebastian in.
“Night kid” He says, ruffling his hair before standing up to his full height.
“Goodnight honey” you add softly as Daveed crosses the room to join you in the doorway.
You hear Sebastian mumble something that sounds like goodnight as you and Daveed make your way out of the room closing the door softly behind you.
“You never told me you’re good with kids” you point out as you both move slowly away from the door. He shrugs as he takes your hand in his and you make your way back towards the party.
“I wouldn’t really call it being good with kids… I just smile and nod a lot. They seem to like it” He explains.
“Were you humming Dear Theodosia to him?” You ask. With a shy smile he nods, running a hand over his hair.
“I think Lin mentioned something about Vanessa singing it to him before bed so I figured he’d like it” he explains.
“You are going to be an excellent father one day” You point out with a grin.
“Is that your way of telling me you’re pregnant?” He asks jokingly, chuckling softly
With a sly grin you wink at him before dropping your grip on his hand before making heading towards the kitchen and he stops in his tracks.
“Wait Y/N, are you pregnant?!” he practically yells after you. You don’t stop to answer, instead you smirk as you join Jasmine and Anthony in the kitchen.
Impala mugs. “Got Salt?” T-shirts. Supernatural posters as tall as Sam.
You were at a convention about your life, unnervingly accurate copies of you and the boys everywhere you looked, and nothing had ever freaked you out more. Though watching Sam and Dean squirm might just be worth powering through any potential embarrassment suffered on your part.
You pried your eyes away from the dumbfounded Winchesters when a squeaky-voiced girl appeared in front of you.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Your costumes are amazing, you guys look just like them!” You took a step back from the flannel-clad girl, watching as she walked up to the younger Winchester with an awe-struck look on her face. “He’s even the right height to be Sam!”
The shaggy-haired hunter scrunched up his face, clearly at a loss for words, though the girl seemed to get tired of him quickly enough and promptly turned her attention on you.
“And you guys make an awesome Dean and Y/N!” She clasped her hands in front of her chest, a wide grin spreading across her face. Then she leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. “I ship you two together, you know.”
If you’d had a drink you would have spit it out. Dean simply looked confused.
“You what us?” he asked, screwing up his face in confusion.
“I ship you!” she said excitedly. “You know, like a relationship? I think Y/N and Dean are just perfect for each other. And I know they both feel the same way, they just need to get over themselves and accept how they really feel!”
This time Dean understood her perfectly, if his mouth hanging open and the light flush spreading over his cheeks was any indication. You cast an exploratory look in his direction, smiling nervously at the eldest Winchester.
“Come on,” he said as he grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the girl and his brother. “I think we have some things to talk about.
You happily let him lead you away, out to the parking lot and to his beloved Impala.
Maybe these conventions weren’t so bad after all.
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