Luna: Would you two like to join us for a game of spin the bottle? We're about to play in the other room.
After a kiss between Lavender and Padma, and a shy peck on the cheek from Ginny to Theo (to Pansy’s overly dramatic eye roll and sigh), it was Draco’s turn to spin the bottle. Luna, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Harry, Seamus- The bottle jerks towards Harry and stops. Pansy puts her wand away as if nothing happened.
spock: every single thing i do is for logic and not emotion
spock, swirling around in a dramatic black cape, eye makeup masterfully applied, brows plucked to perfection, not a hair out of place: it is only logical to look good, to increase the chances of jim wanting to date me
No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).
This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation.
Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…
8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon.
Warning : Language
Word Count : 2,434
Three knocks, that’s all it took before Steve opened the door. He stood there, wearing a tank top and sweats, and his hair damped from sweat, which only meant he just came back from the gym.
“Hey, didn’t expect you here today.” He smiled, waving you in.
“I know, but I needed to talk to you.”
You walked in to his apartment, and plopped down onto his couch. His place was like your second home. You were always there, and if you weren’t, then you two were at your place.
“Beer?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.
“Nah, just water.”
Steve tossed you a water bottle, as he started back toward the living room where you waited.
You took a big swig of the water and felt the cold liquid trickle down your throat. Making you feel somewhat at ease.
“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall across from you.
For some reason you were feeling nervous. Which was strange. Steve was your best friend. You two were so close, you were able to talk to him about anything. He’s seen you in sweats with no makeup on. He’s helped you when you were a drunken mess. And yet, you were somehow nervous about this topic.
“Y/N.” he snapped his fingers, catching your attention. “You okay?”
You slowly nodded, running your hand through your hair. Something you did when you were nervous.
“So my sister is throwing a couples party tomorrow night, and when I RSVP’d a month ago, I was dating Jared-”
“The asshole.” He cut you off.
“Woah, language.” You teased.
He dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Anyways, go on.”
“As I was saying, I told her I’d go and now she’s expecting me to be there.”
“So?” He drawled out.
You swallowed hard, meeting your best friends gaze.
“I was wondering if you can go as my fake boyfriend.” You slightly winced as the words finally fell from your lips.
plot : y/n is jeff’s secret girlfriend but she gets jealous when other girls talk to him and has to show everyone/and him, who’s he is
word count : 1270
notes : jealous!reader
Walking into school, your eyes searched for someone in particular. You found him with his friends, leaning again his locker surrounded by his usual group of friends. He caught your eye, quickly looking away but a smile burst onto his face. You strode past him, moving to your own group of friends. You could feel a pair of eyes on you and you knew who they belonged to.
“Hey, Y/N’s here!” your best friend, Kat hollered.
Your other friends all turned and smiled at you. You returned it, but furrowed your eyebrows. They were acting odd.
“We have news” one of your other friends chorused.
“We think Jeff might be into you. You know the one on the baseball team? Hot Jeff?” another blurted.
You were stunned for a mere second before you regained your composure and laughed.
“Guys, there is no way Jeff Atkins is into me” you glanced at Kat, with a sly smile on your face.
Kat was the only one of your friends that knew about you and Jeff’s relationship. Kat tried to hide her smug smile,
“He’s been looking at for the past few weeks and you should’ve seen how he smiled when you walked in this morning”
You smacked her on the arm for feeding into this gossip and she put her hands up in surrender.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to do something about that then” you winked at them playfully, making all of your friends laugh, unaware of the truth.
“Oh, better act fast then because, Tracy’s on the same mission”
You turned around to see a girl leaning against his locker. They were laughing about something. She was pretty, prettier than you in your opinion. You trusted Jeff, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you but you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of envy as you watched him openly laugh with that girl. You two had agreed to keep your relationship a secret until he got his grades up since his parents thought a relationship would distract him. But seeing him talk to that girl so freely, laughing and joking, you realized that could’ve been you instead. But you were used to this feeling so you brushed it off.
“No but Tracy and Jeff would be kinda cute, I mean they’ve been working on a chemistry project together for the past weeks and they’re adorable in class” one of the girls in your circle, thought out loud.
“Have they now?” you muttered.
“Yeah and I reckon they would be a pretty good couple”
You glared in their direction,
“Hey Y/N, so I have this chem- ”
Jeff yelped as you
pulled him into your room by the front of his shirt, swiftly shutting the door
behind you with your foot. You pushed him into the wall next to the
door, pressing your body to his, trapping him between you and the wall. Jeff’s eyes widened at your position,
looking at you questioningly with big eyes.
“Y-Y/N what’s going on?”
You didn’t reply verbally, simply
pressing your lips to his instead. He instantly reacted to the kiss,
moving his hands to your waist, squeezing gently. You let your hand rest
on the back of his neck while another sat on his shoulder. He mumbled something incoherent and you ignored it. You shoved
your tongue into his mouth, but he pulled away as soon as you did.
“What’s up though?” he whispered, leaning his head back onto the wall.
You dodged the question, answering with another question.
“You’re okay with this aren’t you?” you responded.
“Well yeah of course…” Jeff stopped for a second, gathering his words but you had already taken that opportunity.
untangled yourself from him and lifted his shirt over his head, You smiled slyly at the sight of his bare body. You couldn’t help but smash your lips back onto his. He accepted you for a few heavenly
seconds before pulling away again.
“No seriously, what’s going on?” Jeff asked, worry in his eyes.
“Does it matter?” you panted, looking up into his eyes, getting restless.
“It does, I don’t want my girl- oh my god”
You had attacked his
neck with kisses, sucking a bit longer than necessary with each. You ran
your hand up the dips of his toned abs, getting a groan in return. You moved up to his jaw, pecking his lips before making a path down again. You hit just the right place, near the crook of his neck,
making Jeff moan in response.
You smirked at this,
trailing your hand down to his belt buckle. You pulled him closer to you
but before you could proceed to undoing it, Jeff pulled away for the
“I’m serious, what’s going on with you? You’re not like this normally…” he muttered, breathlessly.
took a deep breath, you didn’t want to tell him the real reason you
were all fired up. You hated being the typical jealous girlfriend. At
your silence, Jeff spoke again.
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s super hot but I just want to know if there’s anything wrong and I want to help if there is”
tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, looking at you with those
concerned eyes. Those adorable eyes that you fell in love with. Jeff was so different from the other jocks that he called his friends. A normal guy wouldn’t have questioned this but Jeff, being Jeff, was always thinking about your well being.
“I got jealous” you muttered.
You knew from the surprised look on his face that he heard you. You never really got jealous. Girls always flirted with him and you didn’t blame them.
“What was that?"he asked with a cheeky grin.
"I got freaking jealous okay?!”
And then he burst out laughing. The nerve of him. You looked away, anger bubbling in you.
“Of who?” he got out in between fits of laughter.
“That girl you’re doing the chemistry thing with”
You finally looked back into his amused eyes.
“Worried that we had chemistry?”
slapped his chest at the terrible pun. That’s when you finally noticed
the red and purple marks all over his neck and collarbone. It was your
turn to laugh now.
“Well I won’t have to worry anymore” you smirked.
eyed you suspiciously before following your gaze. You watched as his
eyes widened dramatically and he looked to you like a gaping fish.
how the hell am I meant to cover this up? Everyone will notice!”
“Jeff, man it’s like 500 degrees out, take that scarf off” Jess groaned.
“Uh, no I’m okay” Jeff replied awkwardly.
“Well, I’m getting sick of it” Marcus stated, ripping it off Jeff’s neck before he could protest’
The whole group silenced. Why did Jeff have to wear a v-neck today?
“Oh look who got some last night” Bryce cheered.
“Aww, look at our little Jeffrey growing up. I thought you didn’t do one time things” Justin teased.
Jeff had turned a bright shade of red.
“Damn dude, do we know the girl? Because she’s pretty hardcore” Monty chuckled, eyeing the marks that covered a large portion of his neck and shoulder.
Jeff took a deep breath, playfully glaring at you from across courtyard. You caught his gaze, laughing and winked at him.
“When it comes to dressing up brides I like to take a wholesome, purist, traditional route. Nothing is more potent than a red lehenga. Team it up with centre parted hair, kohl rimmed eyes, a dramatic mathapatti and pahadi nath. An intricate Polki choker and red sheesha bangles complete the picture. It is a very compelling look, a look that withstands and transcends.” - Sabyasachi Mukherjee
Bitty groans and holds onto the blankets but Ransom gets a good grip on them and rips them all off at once.
“Justin Oluransi I swear if you don’t let me sleep I’m never making pie for you again. I mean it. I need my rest. I was up late studying.”
“I was to studying.” He only talked to Jack for ten minutes. Fifteen tops. “And if you don’t let me sleep for the remaining 25 minutes that I am allowed I am taking every single piece of dessert that I make here and bringing it to the LAX house. You’re going to ruin it for everyone.”
“Jeeze,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “So dramatic. Just like your boyfriend.”
You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.
Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid.
Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.
“Your boyfriend isn’t here,” Nicky says, almost facetious. Neil assumes he’s referring to the fact that Neil is rarely in their room until the late evening; after classes he and Andrew tend to spend the most time alone. But that’s not the issue Neil takes with Nicky’s statement.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” he says, and walks to his desk to start assembling his books.
“Oh man, I’m sick of this,” Nicky says, dramatically rolling his eyes. “I’ve heard Andrew say he hates you, or say you’re ‘nothing’ or whatever, and we all know it’s bullshit.”
Neil almost smiles. “It’s not a lie.”
“Okay, sure, whatever. What would you call it, then? Partners in crime?”
Neil shrugs. He’s never had to find a word or phrase for what Andrew is to him. It doesn’t matter.
“Oh, come on, even you have to admit that’s ridiculous. He’s your boyfriend. It’s simple.”
“He’s not my anything,” Neil replies. Andrew doesn’t belong to him.
“Tell me,” Nicky pushes. “If he’s not your boyfriend, what is he?”
Nicky is going to continue pushing it, Neil knows. The best way to get him to stop is to give him an answer, though Neil also knows that giving an answer Nicky doesn’t like is just as likely to keep the conversation going. So Neil thinks.
There’s no title Neil can give Andrew that would be right. Boyfriend is juvenile, partner is almost too serious, significant other is a mouthful and altogether too formal; and all come with the issue that it would make Andrew into some type of belonging.
And besides, how could all Andrew is be confined to a single word? He’s home, he’s safety, he’s stability. He’s everything Neil never knew he needed and the comfort Neil never thought he’d get to feel. He’s warmth and fire and sparks. There is no word for the multitudes that make Andrew: the intelligence, the strength, the humour; his jagged edges and sharp eyes.
Well, there is one word. “He’s Andrew,” Neil says simply, because that is, and always will be, enough.
BELLARKE s1, a summary:
eye contact, i dont like you, i dont like you, princess, eyes contact, angst, angst, THAT'S WHO YOU ARE, eye contact, touching each other, LEADERS, eye contact, smiling, I NEED YOU, FORGIVENESS, LEADERS, touching touching touching, fliRTING, smILING, lauGHING, GUNS GUNS GUNS, eye contact, worried about each other!!!, neeerds, LEADERS, flirting, trusting each other, LEADERS LEADERS LEADERS, worrying about eaCH OTHER
BELLARKE s2, a summary:
HUG ALERT HUG ALERT, heart eyes, GUUUNS, FORGIVENESS, subtle "together", worrying about each other, trusting each other, protecting each other, LEADERS, GUNS, worrying about each other!!!, I CANT LOSE YOU TOO, worrying about each other!!!, LEADERS, I WAS BEING WEAK (aka i love you too much), worrying about each other!!!, SMILING, eye contact!!!, LEADERS, TO-GE-THERRR, FORGIVENESS, cheEK KISS, SAD HUG SAD HUG, may we meet again
BELLARKE s3, a summary:
worrying about each other!!!, ready to die for each other!!!, WE CANT LOSE CLARKE, angst, angst, ANGST, you need me? you left ME, angst, angst, angst, HAND HOLDING, angst, angst, eyE CONTACT, EYE CONTACT, taking care of each other!!!, HAND CARESSING, worrying about each other!!!, running into each other arms, LEADERS, worried worried worried, angst, FORGIVENESS, WE NEED EACH OTHER BELLAMY, TOGETHERRRRRRRR, HUG HUG HUG HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, TOGETHER!!!, LEADERS, touching, worrying about each other, eye contact, LEADERS, I TRUST /YOU/, worrying about each other!!!, saving each other!!!, LEADERS, I BELIEVE YOU, STUPID JOKES TO REASSURE THE OTHER, hanD HOLDING!!!, worrying about each other!!!, touching, touching, so much touching, WE WE WE (aka subtle "together")
BELLARKE s4, a summary:
inappropriate flirting, worrying about each other, partners and co-leaders, PRINCESS, WEIRD WINK, eye contacts, MARRIED AF, suffering together, DAY TRIP #2, SMILEEEESSSSS, "YOU KEEP HER CENTERED / YOU GOT IT BACKWARDS", watching each other sleep!!!, SAVING EACH OTHER'S ASS OVER EVERYONE ELSE'S!!!, "IF I'M ON THAT LIST, YOU'RE ON THAT LIST", HAND NUZZLING, GIVING EACH OTHER'S HOPE, TAKING CARE OF EACH OTHER, worrying about each other, DRAMATIC EYE CONTACTS, SaViNg EaCh OtHeR oVeR eVeRyOnE eLsE!!!, casual touches???, wORRYING ABOUT EACH OTHER BECAUSE WHAT ELSE IS NEW, rover rover rover, saving each other AGAIN!!!, ALMOST LOVE CONFESSION, PARTNERS, MORAL SUPPORT, SAVING EACH OTHER, ANGGGSSSSTTTTT, ANGST ANGST ANGST, standing side by side even in hard times, TALKING ABOUT THEIR PROBLEMS, WEIRD ASS FLIRTING IN THE ROVER, MAKING EACH OTHER SMILE, SAVING EACH OTHER, WORRYING ABOUT EACH OTHER, co-leaders!!!, SAD HUG SAD HUG, HEART & HEAD, MARRIED WITH CHILDREN TO COMFORT!, wooorrrryyyying abouuuuttttt eaaaacchhhh oooothhhheeerrrr!!!!, ANGST, FEEELIIINNGGGSSSS, angst angst angst, The Notebook shit, missing each other!!!
Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:
#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”
Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x
A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.
“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.
“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.
“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.
“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”
“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.
“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.
“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.
“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.
“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.
“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.
Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”
“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.
“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.
“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”
You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.
“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.
Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”
You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.
“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.
Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.
“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.
Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.
“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”
You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.
“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”
“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.
“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”
You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”
“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”
“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.
“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.
He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”
“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.
Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.
“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”
He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”
You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.
“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.
A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx
Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)
Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. Who: Peter Parker
Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end.
After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.”
Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.”
Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”
“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”
Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private.
Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”
Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how.
“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”
Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”
“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”
Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?”
Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?”
Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it.
Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.”
“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”
Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.”
"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”
“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.”
Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.”
Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.”
“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”
“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”
Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.”
Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.”
“Wait, where are you going?”
“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”
Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?”
Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”
Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”
“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.
“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous.
[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”
Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.”
A/N; Honestly I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. If you want a part 2 though let me know!! Feedback is encouraged! :)
Pairings; Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader
- It had been almost 3 years since Bucky became an avenger. And it had been almost 3 years since you developed the biggest crush ever.
He had sauntered into the compound and looked at you with those piercing blue eyes and that was it. Ever since then you’d been inseparable. The bestest friends ever, but that was it, nothing more.
The only other person who knew about your feelings was your best friend Nat. She’d been trying to encourage you to tell Bucky how you felt for years but you couldn’t, you were almost positive that he didn’t see you that way and didn’t want to ruin your friendship.
You always told her “Something is better than nothing.” To which she’d dramatically roll her eyes.
You were looking down at the book you were currently reading but couldn’t focus on the words. All you could hear was the high pitched giggling coming from the kitchen and every note pierced your heart. It was one of the many girls Bucky would bring over when he was ‘lonely’.
He strolled over to you, coffee in hand. “Hey doll, whatcha readin’?” He asked as he sat down next to you and handed you the hot mug.
You smiled and grabbed the coffee from him. “Thanks Buck. It’s uh-”
He grabbed the book from your lap before you could protest and read aloud. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
He paused for a second, his cheeks going lightly pink and looked at you. Your eyes met and it seemed like his eyes glossed over before he let out a loud awkward chuckle.
What the hell was that about? You thought.
His eyes were still lingering on you as the blonde girl came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned to look at her. “Honey we should let her read, come on let’s go back to bed.” She purred. He looked visibly uncomfortable as he stood up and followed her down the hall.
As you stared into your mug urging your eyes not to water and trying to suppress the stabbing feeling in your chest, you missed when Bucky turned back to look at you, a hopeless longing in his eyes.
* * *
A few hours later you were in your workout gear pummeling a punching bag, imagining a certain blonde.
Why couldn’t you be enough, why couldn’t he see you as more. What were you doing wrong.
Why. Why. WHY.
You felt hands touch your waist and turned just as fast sweeping their legs out from under them. There was a thud and an “Ow! (y/n)!”
Steve was laying splayed out on his back looking vengeful.
“Oh Steve! I’m sorry! Instinct.” You shrugged as you helped him up.
“It’s okay it was my fault, shouldn’t have snuck up on ya like that.” He smirked. “So what’s got ya so angry?” He pointed at the still swaying punching bag.
“Honestly I don’t even want to talk about it.” You sighed.
“Wanna practice then? We do have a mission tomorrow.” He smirked again inching towards you.
“Rogers, don’t even try.” You ran at him flipping over his shoulders and he turned slowly, not expecting it.
Just then Bucky walked by the door of the training room, but you were too distracted by Steve to notice.
He sauntered over to you and got right up in your face. Grinning he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. You were always very fond of Steve and had a flirty relationship but never took it any further. With one swift movement he took you down and was straddling your hips inches away from your face.
Bucky couldn’t watch any longer, a lump growing in his throat as he walked away feeling defeated.
Just as he left you flipped Steve over and put him in a head lock. “I win!” You sang cheerfully.
There was clapping from behind you and you both turned to see Nat walking in. “I want in on this!”
The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon training together until you were all too tired and sweaty.
* * *
The next morning you met in the hanger fully dressed in your gear. This mission wasn’t going to be all of you. It was just a simple mission to retrieve information from a Hydra base.
As you, Bucky, Steve and Nat got into the quinjet you tried to make eye contact with Bucky but he wouldn’t meet your gaze.
“Alright, Nat and I will go in through the front and (y/n) and Bucky will go through the back.” Steve said over the comm. “You two will take out anyone in your way and get to the communications room, there should be computers. Back up the information to a USB and get out of there as fast as you can. Nat and I will check for prisoners and take out anyone else. Everyone understand?”
We all nodded in unison. Thirty minutes later everyone was in position. You and Bucky made your way inside, working together to take out the four guards blocking the door. He still wouldn’t meet your gaze as you crept down the dark hallways. A man came from your left, you didn’t see him in time and there was a direct hit to your side, you crumpled to the ground as you heard Buckys metal arm hit the guy and he went down.
Bucky helped you to your feet, your face only inches apart. “Watch yourself next time.” He said in a flat tone as he turned to walk down the hall.
You reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him back. “What did I do that made you so upset?” You asked quietly.
His cold eyes bored into yours. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.”
You stood there shocked. “My-my what?”
He pulled his hand out of your grasp. “This isn’t the time for this.” He said as he turned and walked down the hallway turning into a room a few doors down.
Once you were in the room you told Steve and Nat over the comm that you had begun transferring the information.
When the screen read 94% there was yelling outside of the room you and Bucky were standing in.
He looked over at you and nodded. “Stay here, make sure it’s done.” With that he left the room.
Someone was thrown against the door.
There was a gun shot and a loud yell.
The door crashed in, Bucky and another man rolled into the room.
They both stood, the other man had noticed you. You reached for your gun.
There was a bang. Then a lot of pain, you looked down to see thick red blood coming from your stomach. You fell to the ground.
Bucky walked over to you, glanced down and took out the USB. You could see him saying something over the comm but couldn’t make it out. Your vision was starting to fade in and out.
He started to walk out of the room.
He was leaving? Why is he leaving? You thought urgently. Don’t.
“Don’t leave me behind.” It came out as a whisper but he tensed and you could tell he had heard you. Your eyes locked on his and your vision went black.
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Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,837
angst, language, more angst, mention of alcoholism, mention of death, mention of funeral, mentions of neglect, mentions of estranged family members, heartache, sadness, mentions of sad childhood
A/N: This is the first part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge. (Tay, please disregard until it’s completed!) Y'all wanted angst, well…I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. I tried not to but this story wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m not sure how many parts it will have.
My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”
(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.)
Warnings: 9500+ words. Oral. Intercourse. A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.
You didn’t want him. At least not tonight.
That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as
he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home. You had refused him
because you wanted to be alone. Because you weren’t in the mood. Jungkook
closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to
process what had just happened. You had refused him before, when you were
worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements
to sleep with him later. Tonight was different. Tonight you refused
him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take
you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about
being seen. He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood
for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things,
that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were
special. He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid,
boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about
god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special
He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you
loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.
And you really did seem to be having a good time.
Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected
hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for
it. Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant
that the relationship was one step closer to being public. One person
close to you now knew your secret. Jungkook anxiously awaited the day
when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.