A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.
Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.
Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.
“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.
“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.
“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.
“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”
“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.
“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.
There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”
You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.
“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.
Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.
Why should you care? You decided you would do it.
“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.
“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision
“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.
“Oh that’s not so bad.”
“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”
“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.
None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.
“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.
Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.
“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.
“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”
“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.
“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.
“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.
“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”
“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.
Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.
When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.
“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.
The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”
“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.
You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.
“What are you doing up?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.
“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.
“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.
“You saw?” His jaw clenched.
“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.
Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.
“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.
“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.
The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.
The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.
“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.
“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.
“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.
He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.
“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.
You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.
He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.
He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.
He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.
He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.
“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”
You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.
One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.
“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.
He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.
“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.
“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.
His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.
“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.
“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.
“Do you like that doll?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.
“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”
He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.
“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”
“I love it Daddy, please, harder." He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.
Steve smiled to himself as he watched Peter empty out his
closet to find the perfect outfit for his date. He wanted something “nice, but
not trying too hard.”
“Isn’t he adorable? I can remember being that young,
innocent and excited.”, Steve leaned his head onto Tony’s shoulder wistfully.
Tony took a sip of his coffee and scoffed, “’Innocent’ my
ass. That little boyfriend of his is gonna pull something soon, I can tell.”
“What makes you think that?”
“It’s their third date.”
Steve frowned a little and glanced up at his husband,
“What’s significant about that?”
“The third date is when most people deem it acceptable to
sleep with their partner. Some might even say you’re a prude if you don’t.”
Steve thought about this for a moment. Wade was a little bit
older than Peter, and Peter was so naïve, he probably didn’t even know what he
was in for. He needed to protect his son from this horn-dog, disgusting pervert
that Peter calls his boyfriend.
There was a knock on the door and Peter peaked out his door
at his parents, “Dad, can you get the door?”
“Why don’t you
get it, you’re right there?”, Tony said with disinterest as he took another sip
“I can’t just
open it, I have to make him wait a while.”
Tony rolled his
eyes, “He can wait outside.”
Peter turned his
attention to Steve, “Pop, pleeeaaase?”
Steve chuckled as he walked over to the door and let Wade
in. Wade stood awkwardly in the kitchen as Tony stared into his soul, enjoying
Wade’s discomfort. Peter walked out a few minutes later to greet Wade, who
immediately handed over the bouquet of wildflowers he had been holding.
“Flowers? For me? Oh, you shouldn’t have!”, Peter gushed,
obviously flattered and embarrassed.
“Can you believe it?”, Tony deadpanned as Peter rushed to
put the flowers in a vase on the table.
“Okay, well, we’re on our way to the movies. I’ll text you
guys so you know where we are so if I die you’ll know where to start looking
for my body.”
“Okay, sweetie, have fun.”, Steve smiled as the couple
walked out. The door closed and he immediately whipped around to face his
husband and frantically stage whispered, “We have to put a stop to this.”
Tony’s face lit up for the first time all day.
~ ~ ~
Peter and Wade sat down in the theater, quietly giggling
amongst themselves. Steve and Tony sat several rows behind them in terrible
make-shift disguises. Steve kept pulling his baseball cap down over his face in
an attempt to avoid eye contact while Tony adjusted the scarf warped around his
head and refused to take off his excessively large sunglasses.
Peter sat with the popcorn bucket in his lap, mindlessly
eating as he watched the movie. Because of this he almost didn’t notice Wade
slipping an arm around him. Peter didn’t realize that it was possible to
simultaneously melt and tense up, but here he is.
Tony started to slap Steve’s thigh quietly but frantically
at the sight of Wade’s arm around his son.
“What?!”, Steve hissed, afraid that Tony would attract
attention to them and get them kicked out of the theater.
Tony dramatically pointed to Wade and Peter and in a moment
of pure silence Steve gave an audible gasp. The two ducked down just in time to
avoid Peter turning around and seeing that they’re spying on his date. They
slowly rose back into their seats and intently watched as Wade inched closer
and closer to Peter, who was staring straight ahead at the big screen. Right as
Wade was about to lean in for a kiss, a bucket of popcorn came mysteriously
flying towards him and hit him in the face.
Wade and Peter turned and looked around but saw nothing
“Huh. That was weird. Are you okay?”, Peter asked.
“Yeah, of course. I wonder who threw that.”
~ ~ ~
Wade and Peter walked arm in arm into the restaurant with
Tony and Steve walking several feet behind them. Peter laughed and talked with
his boyfriend as his parents hid behind their menus a few tables away. Tony
nonchalantly peered over his menu to see the boys as they talked and laughed
while Steve worked on constructing a menu fort on the table.
They sat like this for quite some time, watching the boys
and repeatedly asking the waiter for more time to look at the menu and water
refills. The waiter arrived with Wade and Peter’s food and Tony groaned to see
that they were sharing a plate of spaghetti.
“It’s like that kids movie with the dogs,” Steve murmured,
excited to be able to make a movie reference that Tony would get.
“I would tell you to be more specific because
dog-themed-kids-movies is probably its own genre at this point, but yes. It is like that kids movie with the dogs.”
“Oh, uh… you’ve got a little something right there. On your
lip,” Wade chuckled as he motioned to his own face.
Peter blushed slightly and tried to wipe it off, “Better?”
“No, other side. Here, lemme just…” Wade leaned across the
table and gently wiped some sauce off of Peter’s bottom lip. He couldn’t help
but smile as he looked into Peter’s eyes and let his hand rise to caress his
cheek. Wade’s voice fell to a low whisper, “There. Perfect as usual.”
Peter’s heart skipped a beat as Wade started to lean in
closer. What if he had garlic breath? What if he still had spaghetti sauce on
his lips? What if Wade thinks he’s a horrible kisser and he pretends not to
notice but he never calls again and when he drops him off later it will be the
last time he ever sees him and oh my god-
Suddenly some man in a headscarf dramatically bumped into a
waiter carrying a tray of drinks that toppled over onto Peter and Wade.
~ ~ ~
Tony and Steve were rushing to get home before Wade and
Peter did and realized that they had been gone this whole time. They got into
the house just in time to see Wade’s car pull up from the window.
“Okay, they’re home.” Steve let out a sigh of relief. “They
aren’t going to do anything sexual, everything is going to be okay.”
“Unless they decide to have a quickie in the backseat,” Tony
said before taking a sip of his now cold coffee.
“…unless they WHAT?!”
“I had a really great time tonight, thanks for taking me
out,” Peter said as he smiled shyly at Wade from the passenger seat.
“Yeah, no, totally, thanks for coming. Everything’s always
more fun when you’re around anyways. Here, uh, let me walk you to the door. Don’t
move,” Wade flashed a smile at his new boyfriend and ran around to open his car
door for him.
They slowly walked in silence up to the front door and
turned to face each other.
“Sooo… I’ll call you later. When I get home, if you want,”
Wade glanced down and shuffled his feet a bit.
“Yeah, uh, I’d like that. You know, if you want to. But it’s
almost curfew so I should probably head inside.”
“Oh, yeah, okay. So, uhh. Goodnight,” Wade turned around and
started heading back towards his car.
He immediately spun around, “Yeah, Pete?”
Peter took a few steps forward, grabbed the collar of Wade’s
t-shirt and smashed his lips into his boyfriend’s. Wade stood stunned for a
second before melting into it and placing one hand on Peter’s neck and the
other on his cheek. They finally broke apart and Peter took a few steps
backwards towards the front door. He opened it and stepped inside as Wade stood
with a happy, stunned look on his face.
“Goodnight, Wade”, Peter smiled flirtatiously as he closed
Wade couldn’t wipe the huge smile off his face as he slid
over the hood of his car and hopped back into the driver’s seat. He leaned his
back and just stared at the ceiling for a while, soaking up the best feeling he’s
had in a long time.
~hope y’all aren’t lactose intolerant bc this is CHEESY~
Summary: Where your best friend Baekhyun attempts to set you up with his cousin, and you can’t refuse, because doing so would mean telling your best friend that you’re secretly in love with him.
A/N: I couldn’t help myself…Baek is the only one on my mind these days, and so he’s getting all the scenarios for himself!
“Okay, but would you just tell me why you don’t want to go on a date with Yixing?” came your best friend’s voice over the phone.
You sighed. “Baek, I told you. I’m just not feeling like dating anyone right now.” “But he’s perfect for you! Trust me, he’s exactly your type. Would you just please listen to me? Why would your bestest friend in the entire world ever give you wrong advice, hm?” pleaded Baekhyun.
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Y/N.
This is going to be a full series but I thought I’d give a disclaimer to prevent any confusion. This is kind of an AU where characters that left the show are still in the pack, just for more of a family vibe.
You walk into your home, your arms full of groceries. “Y/N! You’re here! Stiles got hurt and-” Scott looked up at you desperately.
You dropped the bags on the floor, your instincts kicking in. You kneel in front of Stiles and he smiles at you weakly.
“There you are. I told Scott you’d get here before I died.”
You stroke his hair. “Hush. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead. “You feel warm. Scott get me the thermometer.”
The boy nods and heads to the bathroom.
You examine the gunshot wound in his chest, you put pressure around it but he flinches. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Trust me?” You caress his cheek and he nods. You yell at Scott to grab you some gloves and alcohol while he’s in the bathroom. He returns with everything and you put the gloves on before taking Stiles’ temperature. “It’s 102. You may have an infection.” You sigh as you flip the lid of the alcohol open. “This is going to hurt…and I’m sorry.” You wince as you begin pouring some of the liquid on his wound. Stiles screams in pain and you look at him sympathetically. “It’ll feel better when I’m done. You won’t die, Stiles.” You feel in the hole in his chest for the bullet. “Scott, help me flip him.” Scott nods and you push Stiles over. You take his jacket off and cut his shirt open. “It’s a clean shot. You’ll be fine.” You breathe out in relief.
You send Scott to find you a needle and thread while you tend to Stiles. You’re alerted when a man walks into your house. He looks vaguely familiar but you’re at a loss. “Can I…help you?” You stand up and look at the man in your doorway.
He smiles as you approach him. “Hi..I’m Derek Hale. Scott called me.”
So that’s Derek Hale. You knew you knew him. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile before returning to Stiles. Scott walks in and hands you the supplies before going to talk to Derek. You begin stitching Stiles up, trying to comfort him.
You weren’t exactly sure when it had happened, it just sort of did. You’d become the pack mother. Every pack has either a mother or a father figure aside from the alpha that everyone imprints on. In this case even Stiles had grown close to you. You were a couple years older but you loved them. They practically lived with you and even though you’d gone to school with some of them, you were like a second mother.
You finished the stitches and went to the kitchen to get Stiles a drink. You returned and propped him up on a pillow. “Drink.” You hand him the bottle.
He tries to give it back. “I’m not thirsty.”
“You’re going to drink the water or I will open your mouth and pour it down. Now drink.” You push the water back to him and cross your arms. He sighs and takes a sip. “More, Stiles.” You warn and he rolls his eyes. He drinks more and you turn to Scott. “He should be fine, as long as he does what I tell him to.”
“Thank God. I couldn’t take him to the ER because of my mom. Thank you so much.” He hugged you and you smiled.
“Of course, Scott. That’s what I’m here for. Is everyone coming for dinner?” You both pull away and Scott nods. “Derek, do you want to stay?” You smile at him and he nods.
“Wow. Sourwolf has had a change of heart.” You hear Stiles say quietly.
“Stiles lay down and be quiet” You say as you look over your shoulder. He does as you say and you look back to Derek.
“How do you get them to listen so well?” He chuckles.
“She’s the pack mother. This is the Y/N I was telling you about.”
Derek nods. “You are great with them, Scott tells me a lot.” He smiles.
“I’ve always been a motherly person so I guess it’s just natural.” You hear Isaac enter with Jackson and Lydia.
“Take your shoes off.”
“How do you know they aren’t already off?” Isaac asks.
“Are they?” You smirk at Derek as he watches you interact.
“Maybe. What do you think?” You can practically see the goofy grin on his face.
“Judging by the way the three of you are walking I’d say no. Heavy-footed geniuses.” You turn to look at them, all of them with their shoes intact. “What did I tell you?”
Isaac laughs and you glance back at Stiles. He gives you a thumbs up and you smile.
Everyone else arrived and you were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Derek was helping while the others watched TV.
“So, how does it feel to be a beta to an alpha in high school?“ You teased Derek.
“I don’t know, you tell me.” He smiles.
You laugh. “Touché. I am the pack mother though, that has to count for something.” You turn your attention the Liam and Issac play wrestling. You hear everyone making bets. “Boys!” You cross your arms and everyone turns to look to you.
“Sorry, Y/N.” Liam and Isaac say in unison.
You turn back to Derek. “So why haven’t we ever met?” You hop onto the counter and face him.
“I’m not sure? It’s kind of strange considering we’re in the same pack.” You both laugh. “I’ll tell you what, let me take you out to dinner and we’ll get to know each other better.” Derek smiles.
“Hmm. I might just have to take you up on that.”
“Tomorrow at eight?”
You grin. “It’s a date.”
Scott turns his head. “You guys are going on a date? I didn’t think you’d get along.”
“And I didn’t think you were nosey.” You give him a look and he quickly turns back around.
You’d given Derek your number and he had texted you the next morning to tell you to dress up. You figured you’d go with your slinky blue dress and black heels. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door and you were greeted by Derek.
“Hey.” He breathed out, taking in the sight of you. “You look gorgeous.”
You smiled. “Thanks.”
“You ready to go?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You nod and take his hand, following him to his car. He opens your door and helps you in.
When you arrived at the restaurant he lead you inside. You sat down and he smiled at you.
“I just find it so weird that we didn’t meet until yesterday.” Derek says.
“I know. I’ve been apart of the pack for a few months and I’d only heard your name.”
“Well, I hope you heard good things about my name.” He smiles.
“Mostly..aside from a few comments from Stiles.” You laugh.
“That makes sense.” He grins. “When did they all imprint on you?”
You take a sip of your drink. “About…a month and a half ago. It happened when Scott got hurt. He’d gotten bit pretty badly and he wasn’t healing.”
“Yeah, I remember that. Nobody would let me see him.” Derek nods.
“That’s because I wouldn’t let anyone in.” You smile. “He was under my constant care. I didn’t sleep for weeks while I was watching him. Scott imprinted and everyone else followed suit.”
Derek smiles. “I’ve never met a pack mother so…”
“Young?” You smile and he nods.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with it…to be honest with you I think it’s very attractive.” He smirks.
“Really? That’s good to know. I’ll have to be extra motherly when you’re around.” You laugh.
When your date’s finished Derek drops you off at home. He walks you to your door.
“I had a really great time tonight.” He smiles at you.
“Me too. We will definitely have to do this again.” You nod as you unlock your door. “I’m doing pack dinner again tomorrow if you want to come.”
“Yeah, I’ll be here. Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles. “Bye, Y/N.” He heads for his car and you go inside.
He didn’t kiss you. Did you do something wrong? That was probably the best date you’ve ever had. You go to bed that night with Derek clouding your thoughts.
Anon requests:If ur still taking requests.
Can you do one where the reader of best friends with Juggie but they told him
how they feel, but Juggie doesn’t listen and then in a football game Reggie
makes a move and they accept b/c Juggie doesn’t seem to acknowledge them that
way and Juggie ends up jealous…
Request if you still take one. Reader and Jughead have been friends
forever and they said stuff to each other about being together but Jughead been
avoiding it. Reader wants something more, and in a football game Reggie asks
them out and they say yes b/c they feel they need to love since Jughead is
avoiding them about their feelings and Jughead gets jealous…
missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love
with him. One night, you finally seize
Word count: 1,926
A/N: I’m so sorry
for my inactivity, I hope this longer imagine makes up for it. Enjoy!
You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend. It was an accident.
You weren’t sure when exactly it happened. It wasn’t anything sudden; you didn’t wake up
one morning and realize you were in love.
It was a slow process.
Maybe it began when you two met at Pop’s. He was sitting in his regular booth, brooding
and mysterious. He was the edgiest ten
year old in Riverdale. For the first
time, you entered Pop’s all by yourself.
Your parents had decided that double digits meant that you could be more
independent. Of course, your first
action was to go to the best diner in Riverdale all on your own. Once you arrived, you realized how scary
being alone was. Scanning the diner, you
looked for a companion to sit with. You spotted
a boy who looked around the same age as you.
“Can I sit here?” you asked, approaching the table. The boy stared at you suspiciously for a
“Sure,” he nodded after a second of contemplation. You smiled and sat down across from him.
“I’m (Y/N),” you greeted, sticking your hand out across the
table. The boy tentatively shook it.
“Jughead,” he introduced himself.
“That’s a weird name,” you crinkled your nose. He shrugged.
Maybe it was that night at the drive-in: a cold October
night, and you forgot your jacket. Vertigo was on that night, and Jughead,
knowing it was one of your favorite movies, notified you that it was
playing. You asked him, with a smirk, if
he had anything to do with this movie being played; with an indignant scoff, he
promised you that he had no part in the Twilight Drive-In playing your favorite
movie. The two of you sat together
watching the movie, Jughead’s arm casually draped around your shoulders. Bitter October night winds blew in, causing
you to shiver. Jughead noticed this, so
he drew you closer to him. It wasn’t the
warmth Jughead provided you that caused the redness in you cheeks.
There was no way for you to pinpoint when exactly you fell
in love with your best friend. Every
time you saw him, wearing that goddamned beanie and a wide grin, your heart
skipped a beat. Each time your hands
brushed against each other, or your thighs rested right next to each other, you
could feel your affection swell.
But as Newton’s third law states: every action has an equal
opposite reaction. Every time you fell a
little more in love with Jughead, there was an agonizing pain in your heart
because you could never be with him. You
knew you could never build up the courage to tell your best friend you’re in
love with him. All the risks threatening
your friendship with Jughead were enough to keep your feelings bottled up.
Although you swore to yourself that you’d never reveal your
secret affections for Jughead, you found that hiding things from your best
friend was more difficult than you imagined.
“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted your thoughts, causing your
head to snap up. Immediately, you plastered
a smile on your face.
“Yeah, Jug?” you asked, slightly tilting your head. He shook his head at you.
“What’s up with you lately?” he questioned, narrowing his
eyes. “You’ve been acting weird for
“I’m fine Jug,” you waved him off. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something,” Jughead ignored your protests.
“I promise you, Jug, if there’s something wrong I’ll tell
you.” Satisfied with your answer, he
nodded at your response and turned back to his laptop. The two of you sat in the diner booth, each
doing your own thing. After an hour of
silence, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table. Jughead noticed this, so he lowered his
“Something wrong?” he inquired. You pursed your lips for a moment,
contemplating what to say.
“Have you ever thought about us?” you asked. He shot you a confused glance, so you
elaborated. “Have you ever thought about
us, I don’t know… as not friends? Like
more?” Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed.
“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged.
You bit your lip.
“Do you think it could ever work?”
“I don’t know,” he responded. “I’d just hate to ruin our great friendship,
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I
know exactly what you mean.”
The next day at school, Jughead completely avoided you. Every time you attempted to approach him, he
turned on his heel and walked in the other direction. After practically confessing your feelings
last night, you were devastated to see Jughead ignoring you. This continued throughout the rest of the
week; Jughead never talked to you, no matter how hard you tried to communicate
with him. On Friday, Archie approached
“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted.
You shot him a small smile.
“I’m sorry about Jughead,” he frowned, looking at you with pity. You shrugged and shook your head.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you responded, causing
his frown to deepen. “Is that all you
wanted to talk to me about?”
“Well, actually, no,” he answered, rubbing the back of his
neck. “I know it’s been a rough week for
you, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight. It’s a big game, so I’d just really
appreciate it if you were there.” He
offered a hesitant smile at you, and your fake smile widened into a real one.
“Sure, Archie,” you responded. He thanked you and headed away, probably
searching for other people to invite to the game. You knew you hadn’t been in the best shape
for the past week, but you figured this was the perfect opportunity to get your
mind off of everything that had happened.
It was an opportunity to forget about Jughead.
You arrived at the football stadium, and you wandered into
the bleachers, looking for a place to sit.
As you wandered around, you spotted Jughead. Before he could turn his head to look at you,
you dashed out of sight. Finally, you
found a seat at the top of the bleachers.
You watched the entire game from there, clapping and cheering along with
the rest of the crowd every time Riverdale High’s team scored. Once the buzzer signaled the end of the game,
and another victory for Riverdale, you ran down to the field to congratulate
Archie. Instead of finding Archie, you
ran into Reggie.
“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, his sweaty figure towering over
“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled.
“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he noted. You shrugged.
“Did you want to?”
“Well yeah,” he laughed.
Oddly, you found yourself blushing.
“We should catch up sometime, (Y/N).
How about Tuesday?” You blinked a
couple of times, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.
“Seriously?” you questioned.
He nodded as if it was obvious.
“Of course. Eight o’clock
at Pop’s?” You grinned and nodded. He did the same and then walked off to
celebrate the victory with his teammates.
Turning on your heel, you suddenly came face-to-face with Jughead.
(Y/N)?” he inquired, crossing his arms and raising a brow.
“At least he had the courage to ask me out,” you scoffed,
stomping off and leaving a stunned Jughead behind.
Tuesday night arrived quickly, and, as promised, you met
Reggie at Pop’s. He sat waiting in a
booth, and when you entered, his face illuminated with a grin. The night went successfully, and you
thoroughly enjoyed your time with Reggie.
You didn’t even notice the dark figure watching you from a few booths
“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he
noticed the time. It was nearly
midnight. “Can we do this again
“Of course,” you nodded, smiling. He grinned.
“And, just to be clear, these are dates, right?” You hesitated at this, and for the first time
you looked up and spotted Jughead.
Realizing you were staring at him, he averted his gaze. You turned back to Reggie and frowned.
“Reggie,” you started, twiddling with your fingers. His face slowly fell as he anticipated what
you were going to say. “You’re a great
guy. Any girl would be lucky to have
you, but… I like someone else.” You smiled
apologetically at him. “I’m sorry. I hope we can still be friends.” The football star stood up, remaining in
front of your table. He offered you a
“I understand,” he sighed.
“Of course we can be friends. I’ll
see you around, (Y/N).” He strode away
from your table and exited the diner.
Once he was out of sight, you turned all of your attention to
Jughead. You stood up and rushed over to
“What the hell, Jughead?” you seethed, sitting down across
from him. He refused to make eye contact
with you. “Were you spying on me?”
“We’re best friends, (Y/N), you should know by now that I’m
always at Pop’s,” he spat in retaliation.
You didn’t back down.
“Oh so we are best friends?” you cynically questioned. “That’s funny, because I don’t think we’ve
spoken in a week.”
“I had a lot on my mind, okay?” he defended himself, growing
quieter. You rolled your eyes and
“Uh huh,” you scoffed, “a lot on your mind. Whatever, Jughead.” You rose from your seat and prepared to exit,
but Jughead grabbed your wrist.
“Wait, (Y/N),” he stopped you. You raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”
“Wow thanks,” you smiled sarcastically. “This makes everything better, Jughead.”
“I know it doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “but I can’t do
anything else except apologize, (Y/N).”
“How about you talk to me?” you offered, narrowing your eyes
as you settled back into your seat. “Because
I’ve had my feelings out there for a week now, Jughead, and you haven’t said
anything about it.”
“What feelings?” he questioned. “All you asked me is if I thought we should
be a couple.”
“What do you think that was?” you practically screamed. “Did you really just think that was just
casual conversation, Jug? Come on, you’re
smarter than that!”
“Okay, so you confessed your feelings to me!” he exclaimed,
frustratedly throwing his hands up. “How
do you think I felt, (Y/N)? When I thought
my best friend was thinking about the same possibility as me? I was fucking terrified!” This drew you aback.
“Terrified?” you echoed.
“Why… why were you terrified?”
“Because I think about that too, (Y/N), all the time!” he
didn’t yell, but his voice grew louder. “I
don’t know when it happened, but sometime between that first time you walked in
through those diner doors,” he pointed at the entrance, “and right now, something
changed. I don’t know when, I don’t know
how, and I certainly don’t know why. All
I know when I saw you laughing with good-looking, athletic Reggie the only
thing I could think about is all the times I could’ve told you how I felt, and
I didn’t.” He was almost panting by the
end of his tangent, and you were subdued by shock. The two of you sat together in silence,
staring at each other in astonishment.
“Missed opportunities,” you finally murmured, breaking the
silence. “We both… we both missed so
many opportunities.” You bit your lip
between your teeth, holding back a smile.
“But here we are,” Jughead replied, a smile creeping onto
his face. “We missed a thousand opportunities,
but the universe gave us one more.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” you smiled. He grinned.
“Neither do I,” he responded. “But I do believe in us.”
Bright lights and loud music overloaded your senses as you sat in the crowd of screaming women. This wasn’t your scene and you had no desire to be here considering all that had happened the past few days. But your friends had managed to convince you this was the best way to get over your cheating ex. So here you were at ladies night at the local strip club many drinks later with a bag full of $1 bills.
As you sipped your drink as you watched the show, one dancer catching your eye. You tried to push away your wicked thoughts but the alcohol had made you weak to the sweaty shirtless dancer. The way he moved his hips and licked his lips filled your mind with sinful possibilities. It didn’t help that he was constantly in your sight like, it was like he was trying to gain your attention.
Geno @loverofpiggies reaper @renrink ————————————- EDIT: IM VERY SORRY THAT GENO LOOKED LIKE FELL THIS IS AN OLD DRAWING OF MINE BACK IN JULY HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FORGOT THE GLITCHY THING IN GENO’S RIGHT EYE IM SORRY
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,212 (excluding flashback)
Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations
A/N: Tags are closed. Cue the drama. PS - some of your comments on the last chapter had me screeching, I love ‘em!
“Hey Doll.” The dark haired man smiled, flashing all his teeth in an obvious attempt to attract you. The attempts to flirt made your skin crawl yet your icy responses did little to deter him, the unwanted attention you were receiving causing you to become restless. Your eyes soon began searching for the much kinder Steve. “Something on your mind, Doll?” He asked sweetly, reaching for your hand as he noticed your distracted eyes.
“Yeah.” You replied shortly. “Steve.” That got a reaction out of him, he reared his head back and you took that moment to snatch your hand back.
"Excuse me?“ He gasped, shocked.
"You heard me. You don’t interest me, you’re not attractive and your attempts at flirting are absolutely abysmal. It’s a wonder you were even let into an establishment as classy as this-” you emphasised, motioning around you with your hands, “in a suit like that.” You finished, prodding his chest and the material that covered it.
"I-“ he began, only to be interrupted. "So I won’t be wasting my time on you- in fact- there’s Steve now.” You brushed past him, bumping shoulders as he stood in the same spot, completely shocked by your unexpected and sudden rudeness. The smile of petty victory overtook your face and you puffed your chest out with pride.
“And one last thing, Buck.” You sang, putting sickly sweet emphasis on the nickname. “I’m not your Doll.” And with that you sauntered off, feeling his eyes on you the whole way.
It felt like the beautiful beginnings of a new enmity.
Summary: You and Tom are co-stars and your agents would think you two “dating” would be great publicity. One problem, you’re actually dating Harrison but you and Tom can’t help but fall for each other
A/N: Thank you for all the love and support! I truly appreciate it.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
When you left Tom’s, you decided to head to Harrison’s and get this over with. There was no need to wait any longer. While you were driving your phone started to ring. You looked down and saw Tom’s contact on the screen.
“Hey. What’s up?” You answer the phone. “Please tell me you’re on your way home and not to Harrison’s.” How did he know you were going to Harrison’s? “Well, it’s a bit strange you know I’m going to Harrison. Did you plane a tracking device on me?” You joke. “I don’t need a tracking device. I know you too well.” He chuckles.
“Anyways, you can’t break Harrison’s heart.” He continues. “What do you mean?” You’re confused by the fact he was stopping you from this. “Listen, we need to talk about this in person. I’ll meet you at your place.” Tom doesn’t give you a choice of saying if he can come over or not and hangs up before you can say anything else.
Once you got home, you went inside and sat on the couch. You didn’t take your eyes off of the window while you waited to see headlights pulling into your driveway.
After what felt like an eternity, Tom was pulling up to your house. A grin formed on your face as you watched him walk up to your front door. Anxiously, you walked over to the door to let him in.
A/N: I rolled a few requests into this one. The BMC/DEH crossover request, Evan and the reader being each other’s first kiss, and just general Evan fluff. Enjoy
“I, uh, I had a really great time tonight Y/N.” Evan said as we walked along the footpath, his hair gold in the light.
“So did I. I will say that the highlight was definitely when I tripped over that tree root trying to climb a tree that you were already half way up.” I said and Evan chuckled, squeezing my hand.
“I felt so bad, but you did look adorable trying to get up that tree.” Evan muttered and I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Evan’s cheeks went bright red and he started sputtering, his mouth opening and closing rapidly. I giggled and squeezed Evan’s hand, which slightly eased up his sputtering.
“You, uh, you look really good tonight. I don’t know if it’s the light or whatever but you really do look.” Evan rambled, waving his free hand about enthusiastically.
I took in a deep breath and surged forward, pressing my lips bravely to Evan’s. He let out a squeak of surprise, but it was muffled by the kiss.
I closed my eyes and relaxed into the kiss, cupping Evan’s face with my free hand. Evan kissed back hesitantly at first, but he eventually grew more eager, kissing back a little harder.
He set his hand on the small of my back and pulled me closer to him, his touch sending shivers up my spine.
I pulled away from the kiss and looked him in the eye, his cheeks flushed slightly and his lips quirked up in a small smile.
“That, uh, wow.” Evan said, chuckling nervously as he spoke. “That was my first kiss.” I muttered and Evan’s eyes widened a little.
“That was my first kiss too.” Evan said and I smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. He stiffened for a second, but he quickly relaxed into the embrace, wrapping his arms around my neck.
“You want to stay the night? Michael’s out with Jeremy, and mom and dad are out of town.” I said suddenly and Evan tensed up, his breathing speeding up a little.
“Your parents and brother won’t be home?” Evan repeated, his voice a little higher than usual. I nodded, biting my lip as I watched Evan contemplate the idea.
“I, uh, sure.” Evan said after a few moments of silence. I smiled brightly at him and kissed his cheek softly, noticing how quickly the blush spread across his face.
We walked home hand in hand, chatting about anything and everything. We arrived at my house and I unlocked the door, swinging it open.
“Here we are. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” I said, shutting the door behind Evan and I. “Oh, uh, ok.” Evan said, sitting down on the couch.
“You want a drink? We’ve got a giant bottle of iced tea Michael bought for me, and I, unfortunately, can’t drink it all by myself.” I said and Evan chuckled to himself, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“I’d like that.” He responded and I smiled, pulling out two glasses from the kitchen cabinet. I poured the drink and carried the glasses over to the living room, passing one to Evan.
“For you.” I said and he took the glass, our fingers brushing as I handed it over. “Thanks Y/N.” Evan said, taking a sip of the drink.
We drank in silence, and I sensed that there was something on Evan’s mind. “Hey, Ev. You ok?” I asked, putting a hand on his thigh.
He jumped slightly at the sudden contact, but he quickly calmed himself down. “I, uh, yeah. I’m fine.” He said, setting his glass down on the coffee table.
“Oh, ok. I was just, you know, checking.” I said, cursing myself for how awkward I sounded. Evan nodded, licking his lips as he did.
I looked around the room awkwardly before looking back at Evan. He looked absolutely adorable, and after a brief mental war, I took in a deep breath and kissed him.
This kiss was slightly harder than the first one, but it didn’t phase me. I took my hand off Evan’s thigh and placed both my hands on his chest.
I shuffled forward so I was pretty much sitting in his lap, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Evan kissed back eagerly, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I broke away from the kiss and slowly pushed down on Evan’s chest.
He leaned back so his back his the couch, and he looked up at me, his eyes wide and his lips slightly swollen.
“Woah.” I muttered, biting my lip as I drank in the sight before me. Evan’s cheeks went pink and I laughed softly, leaning down and resuming the kiss.
My hands wandered down Evan’s chest and stopped at the hem of his polo. I bravely slipped my hands under it and Evan shuddered, letting out a whimper at the contact.
I slowly pulled Evan’s shirt up, and he put his arms up in the air as I lifted off his shirt. I chucked it across the room, and looked down at Evan.
I bit my lip when I saw that he was surprisingly well built, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. Evan’s hands sat on my waist, and slowly inched up under my shirt.
Evan hesitantly took my shirt off, and his eyes widened, scanning my torso. “Like what you see, Hansen?” I said cockily and he started sputtering again, his cheeks bright red.
“It’s all good, Evan.” I said and I attached my lips to his neck. He let out a gasp and almost instinctively rolled his neck to the side.
“Y/N.” He breathed out, his chest rising and falling a lot faster than usual. I simply smirked and grazed my teeth over his neck, eliciting a moan from him.
“Oh my god.” Evan muttered, his eyes shut tight. I took my lips off his neck and looked at him, a smirk on my face.
I trailed my hands down his chest, and his breath hitched when I undid the button of his khakis. I went to undo the zipper, but the sudden sound of an all too familiar voice made me jump out of my skin.
“Y/N Y/M/N Mell!” Michael shouted and I froze, my heart almost stopping.
“Hi Michael.” I said awkwardly, and I felt Evan tense underneath me.
“What the hell is this?” Michael said, turning the living room lights on. I winced at the brightness and tried my hardest not to make eye contact with Michael.
“Hey Michael, I heard you shouting and I… Jesus Christ.” Jeremy said, jogging up to Michael but freezing when he saw Evan and I.
“Y/N?” Jeremy said in disbelief, his jaw dropped low and his eyebrows raised.
“Hi Jeremy.” I said, waving at him awkwardly.
“And who’s this?” Jeremy said, gesturing to Evan with his head. Evan sat up, trying his hardest to avoid showing off the hickeys that littered his neck.
“Uh, I, um, I’m Evan.” Evan stammered, his face heating up as he spoke.
“Evan. Ok.” Jeremy muttered, nodding his head, clearly trying his hardest to process what was happening.
Michael, however, was frozen. He wasn’t making a noise, but I could swear there was a vein in his temple that was popping.
“How about you two put your clothes on?” Michael muttered, his face as red as the hoodie he always wore. However, his face was red from anger not embarrassment.
I nodded sheepishly, watching as Michael stormed off with Jeremy trailing after him. “I… I’m so sorry, Evan. I’m serious, I didn’t think this would happen, I, oh god.” I said, hastily pulling my shirt back on.
“I-it’s alright Y/N. I, uh, this is new for me, so.” Evan said, doing up the button on his pants.
“I just, I still feel really bad.” I muttered, watching Evan pull on his polo.
“Y/N, it, it should be fine. Michael looked mad, sure, but hopefully this goes well.” Evan said, pressing a gentle kiss to my head.
“Thanks Evan.” I said, and we stood up, making our way to the kitchen where a very angry Michael sat to the left of a less aggressive Jeremy.
“Glad you could join us.” Michael muttered, and Jeremy smacked his shoulder.
“Sit down you two.” Jeremy said kindly and I smiled gratefully at him.
Evan and I sat down, watching Jeremy wrap an arm around Michael’s shoulders in a vague attempt to calm him down.
“So, you two were just going to have sex on the couch?” Michael blurted and Jeremy shot Michael an annoyed look.
“Michael, were both 18. It’s perfectly legal.” I muttered, and I realised that that wasn’t a good thing to say.
“Just because it’s legal, doesn’t mean you should!” Michael shouted, and I crossed my arms.
“You have been smoking weed for at least three years, and it’s still not legal in New Jersey. Let alone for a minor!” I shouted, and Evan shot me a worried look.
Michael’s face turned cold and he let out something that sounded like a growl. “Whatever Y/N. That’s not important.” Michael said and I chuckled dryly.
“So it’s ok to accuse me of things, but when the tables are turned it’s not ok?” I said and suddenly Jeremy stood up, stretching his arms out.
“Can you two be civil, please?” Jeremy said and I let out a sigh, nodding my head reluctantly. “Now, what was the ‘backstory’ here?” Jeremy asked, putting quotation marks around backstory.
“Well, Evan and I spent the day at the national park, and then we came home. Things, clearly, escalated, and that’s the story.” I said and Jeremy nodded, a slight smile on his face.
“Mike, that sounds almost exactly like our first date. Except we were playing video games in your basement.” Jeremy said and Michael’s face softened, a nostalgic look crossing his face.
“I guess.” Michael muttered, his lips turning up in a smile. He let out a sigh, and I quickly took Evan’s hand in mine.
“I guess I was being a bit harsh with you two. You’re young and in love, and I know what that feels like.” Michael said, looking over at Jeremy, who was now blushing.
“Just, try to keep it in your pants when I’m home, Y/N.” Michael said and I groaned, but the smile on my face was wide.
“Thank you, thank you. I didn’t want poor Jeremy to have to clean my blood off the carpet.” I said and Michael chuckled, as did Evan.
“How about we have Evan over for dinner tomorrow night? Mom and dad could meet him in a slightly less uncomfortable and revealing manner.” Michael said and I looked over at Evan, who looked considerably less tense now.
“I’d certainly like that. Evan?” I said, looking over at him. His head snapped up and he nodded vigorously, a small smile on his face.
“Definitely.” Evan said and I smiled, pecking his cheek. Jeremy and Michael fake gagged and I rolled my eyes, sticking the finger up at them.
“I’m truly heartbroken, Y/N. Really.” Michael said and Evan chuckled slightly, running a hand through his sandy hair.
“I hate to be rude, but my mom said I had to be back home by 9, and it’s 8:45.” Evan said and I nodded, standing up with him.
“Well, do you guys mind if I walk Evan home?” I said and Jeremy and Michael exchanged smirks.
“As long as nothing funny happens, you’ll be fine.” Michael said and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.
“Bye!” I called, walking out of the house with Evan. The door shut behind us and I let out a sigh, squeezing Evan’s hand.
“That was the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me.” I said and Evan shrugged his shoulders, smiling at me.
“More embarrassing than tripping over a tree root and falling face first?” Evan muttered and I gasped, lightly whacking his chest.
“You’re the worst.” I exclaimed, and Evan chuckled, his smile wider and brighter.
We walked briskly, our conjoined hands swinging slightly. Evan pointed out his house and we walked up the driveway, which was surprisingly steep.
“Here we are.” Evan said, gesturing to the building. I nodded and reluctantly dropped his hand, sticking my hands in my pockets.
“I really enjoyed myself. Well, I always enjoy myself when I’m with you, but, you know what I mean.” I rambled, rocking back and forth awkwardly on my heels.
Evan chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I had a great time. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you on Monday then?” Evan said and I nodded, taking a few steps away from the door.
“Yeah. I look forward to it.” I said and Evan smiled bashfully at me, twisting the doorknob.
“Goodnight Y/N.” He said, slipping behind the door. I let out a sigh and turned around, ready to walk home.
way!“ you exclaimed with a laugh. "That is hilarious.”
date grins. “Yeah, well, my parents didn’t think it was that funny,”
he replies. “I was grounded for months.”
you replied, cringing. "Worth it?”
date shrugs, a small smile on his face. You two had just finished going out to
dinner and were walking back to his car. It had been a really great night so
far, despite the concerns you harbored initially.
you get back to his car, your date holds the door open for you. But before you
can sit down, you hear your name called across the parking lot. It’s a familiar
voice that you didn’t want to hear right now.