A collection of random Male reader One Shots

Tom x Reader REMAKE

(Y/n) POV

It had been about a year since Tord moved out. He asked me to replace him so he'd have a man to watch over them. And, being his brother, I agreed. After all, he was the successor of the Red Army.

Tonight was a restless one. I tossed and turned, sighed and groaned. Until I finally gave up. If I couldn't sleep, I might as well get a snack.

After shutting the door gently, as to not wake anyone else up, I silently walked down the stairs, slouching as I entered through the doorway. My feet thudded against the wooden floor before the tile of the dark kitchen. "Hey, who's up?" I froze, looking over to the living room. "Huh?" Inside the room, I noticed the TV was on and a figure was slouching on the couch. "(Y/n)? What are you doing up?" I recognized that voice belonging to non-other than the bowling ball himself.

I grabbed two sodas and walked to the couch, "Well, I'm not up because I wanna be, I'm up because the night won't let me sleep. Why are you up Tom?" "Eh. Couldn't sleep either." I yawned and kicked my feet up onto the coffee table. "So, whatcha watching?" We both stared quietly at the screen. Tom shrugged, "Dunno, I think it was called Chucky or something. It's an American movie I thought you might know." I nodded, slouching further into the couch, "Alright..."

The movie lasted for another hour, and somehow Tom managed to fall asleep on my shoulder. Instead of pushing him off like I usually would, I pulled him down and laid his head on my lap. "You owe me one now. Space ass bitch." I rested my head back on the couch, closing my eyes as I shut off the tv.

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The morning sun broke through the defense of my eyelids and forced me to open my eyes. I groaned as I tried to block the light from my eyes.

When they finally adjusted, I noticed that Tom was missing from the couch and some breakfast was on the coffee table in front of me. "What the bloody hell?" I said while stretching back.

"Good morning." I jumped, raising my fists to the heavy Norwegian accent. "Goddamnit, Tord! Don't play that shit!" He raised his eyebrows. "Wow. This was unexpected. What the fuck happened to you?" I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up. What are you doing here?" He stood up, a smirk on his face, "Oh, don't you remember what day it was?"

My heart dropped, as I took in a deep breath, "Yeah... I remember..." I said looking at the floor. "So? What are we waiting for? The world won't take over itself!" He happily said, pulling me off the couch. He dragged me to my room, well, his old room and with a push of a few buttons, one of the room's walls disappeared into the floor. On the inside was another room.

I sighed, stepping in behind him. "Alright. Let's get fucking over with..." I grabbed a shotgun and cocked it.

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While we were preparing, the front door burst open. "TORD! (Y/N)!" A voice of anger rang through the empty house. Footsteps harshly pounded on the floor as the person stopped in the doorway. "WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Tom angrily shouted, pointing at Tord.

"Oh, Tom! What are you doing here?" Tord said with an unamused look. "I could ask you two the same thing! What are you doing here!" Tom shouted and pointed at a paper that I could only assume was a wanted poster. Tord laughed, "Oh, well you see, I just came back for..." He made a dramatic pause, "My hat!" A machine came down and dropped a helmet on his head.

Tom gave a dumbfounded look, an eyebrow raised in surprise, "Really?" Tord chuckled and patted me on the head, "Yes, what did you think I was going to do? Besides, it goes well with my robot!" Tord finished. I glanced over at Tom to see him laugh awkwardly then shut up, a look of concern on his face, "Wait, what?" He asked, unsure of what he heard.