Prompt: “When will you realise that I love you?”
Character: Barney Stinson x Reader (character suggested by anon)
If there was one thing you knew about Barney Stinson, it was how much he lied to women, lied about his feelings, lied just for one goal; sex. So far, it was something you’d not given in to. He’d continued to pursue you, respectfully and always making you blush with compliments, but you knew why he did it. He wanted you to be another conquest, so, you kept your guard up and refused.
He smiled at you as you sat beside Lily and Robin, a smile that made your heart speed up and made butterflies swarm, “God, Barney’s really into you,” Robin scoffed with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes, “We all know that he only wants one thing and one thing only.”
Lily pursed her lips, “I wouldn’t be so sure…” She mumbled but before you had a chance to question her, Ted, Marshall and Barney had walked back over.
All through dinner you had to put up with his compliments and flirtations. You loved them, of course you did, but it was the fact that he was making you feel things that you never wanted to feel for him, it was the fact that this was all just a big game to him… but it was a lot more than a game.
“I- I’m going out for some air,” you said and rather abruptly stood and walked out of the bar. You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t take the things he made you feel. You couldn’t take it.
“Everything all right?”
You refused to turn around, staring straight ahead, “Not now, Barney.”
“What’s wrong?” He asked, “Is it Ted? He’s told that story three times-”
“It’s not Ted, Barney!” You snapped as you spun around, “It’s you!”
“Me? What have I done?”
“The flirting, the compliments? Barney, I’m not some person you can win over, sleep with and then throw in the trash! And I hate the way you make me feel but I know this is all just a huge game to you-”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” he said, holding his hands up, “You think this is a game?”
You frowned at him, “What else would it be?”
“(y/n)… All of this… The compliments, the flirting… It’s not a game. It’s genuine.” You scoffed at that but he continued, “When will you realise that I love you?”
Everything stopped at that moment. You stared at him, wide eyed and mouth ajar, “W-What?”
“I love you,” he repeated, “That’s why I’ve been doing all of this… I thought you knew.”
You shook your head, “Love… You love me.”
He rolled his eyes, “Do we have to keep saying it? You know how hard it is for me to admit these things. I’m not like Marshall or Lily, I can’t just say these things, I-”
You cut him off, grabbing him by the lapels of his suit jacket, and pulled him down to your lips; something you’d wanted to do since the first time you saw that stupid grin.