great time tonight

What if He Freaks? (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: smut, daddy kink.

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.
From Y/N

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.

Bucky spoke up in the silence.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”



Missed Opportunities

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

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…

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love with him.  One night, you finally seize the chance.

Warnings: none

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 moment.

“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.

“I know.”

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 weeks.”

“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 laptop lid.

“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, you know?”

“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 you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted. You shot him a small smile.

“Hey, Archie.”

“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 you.  

“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled. He grinned.

“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.

“Reggie?  Seriously (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 away.

“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he noticed the time.  It was nearly midnight.  “Can we do this again sometime?”

“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 small smile.

“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 his table.

“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 nodded.

“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.”


The Darjeeling Limited (2007) - Wes Anderson

I want us to make this trip a spiritual journey where each of us seek the unknown, and we learn about it. Can we agree to that?

Pack Mother - Derek Hale

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.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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.

Ten Years (Part 7)

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!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

Part One

Part Three

Part Two

“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.  

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geno run
Geno @loverofpiggies
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anonymous asked:

Who kissed who first? Can you tell us the story of how it happened?? Waits patiently with chin hands and dreamy eyes :)

This was supposed to be a short headcanon and then well one thing led to another. (still short but longer than intended)

It’s inarguably the best first date she’s ever been on.

She’d taken Kara to a fancy (but not too fancy) Thai fusion restaurant for dinner. She had restrained herself from renting out the whole place and instead secured a large corner booth. She had watched adoringly as Kara shoveled down three bowls of curry, laughed at her stories of Snapper Carr’s antics. In turn Kara had listened to her ridiculous stories or board members and stock holders.

Kara’s eyes crinkled at the edges when she laughed.

They had ended up staying long after the plates and bowls were cleared, the conversation turning personal but still staying light.

It was nice.

To sit and talk to someone and not worry about them judging her because of her family.

To have a friend.

To have a hot friend.

Who was willing to go on a date with her.

Who held hands with her on top of the table while playing footsie underneath.

Who insisted on walking her to her door.

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Good night, Andrews: Archie Andrews

request: HI! Can you write an imagine where Jughead, Archie, Betty and Y/N were the original four before and Jug and her really like each other but Y/N had to move away. Then she comes back while the Jason Blossom mystery (she knows, even about Grundy and V). And when Jug sees her at school, it hits him that she’s back but he’s dating Betty and it saddens her. But she gets close with Archie again and fall for each other and dates and it makes Jug jealous. The ending’s all yours. Sorry if it’s long :)

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I’M BACK!! I changed a little bit of this request, but I still think it is good. Also, I AM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK FOREVER!! I feel so bad that this took so long. Thank you for being patient. I made it long to apologize. xx, aubree

warnings: none that I can think of.

word count: 1,557

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Y/N was finally back in her hometown, Riverdale. She moved away about three years ago for her dad’s job and missed her friends deeply. Before she had moved, she would hang out at Pop’s diner with her three best friend’s Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, and Jughead Jones. They all kept in contact after Y/N left and they told her all about what was happening in Riverdale. They told her about Jason Blossom and how everyone thought he drowned until his body washed to shore with a gunshot wound to the head. They even told her about Archie’s affair with the music teacher, and of their newest friend Veronica Lodge. 

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PART 1 / PART 2 / Part 3 / PART 4

A/N: Send me your thoughts on this! Thank youuu ^^ Enjoy!

Members: Jungkook x You ft. Jimin & Taehyung
Genre: angst, fluffy, smutish
Warnings: badboy, cussing, mature
Word count: 3219

What if all this never happened. Everything would be in place and he wouldn’t have to feel this way.

“Yeah you’re too cute” girl smiled sitting in Jungkook’s lap with her arm around his neck

Jungkook’s eyes focus on you. He looked at you from head to toe. You were too damn beautiful.
It seemed like you’re staring at him too, smiling with full happiness, but no. Jungkook’s looking at you, but you’re looking at someone else. Taehyung.
He approached you and hugged you, you didn’t take your smile off your face.
Taehyung softly kissed your cheek, two of you danced together, sang along the songs.

Is it okay to be jealous on someone’s happiness?

“Hey” girl puts her index finger under Jungkook’s chin, turning his face towards her.
Jungkook looks up and down at her. His eyes travelling down her lips, eyes.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she smiled
His arm was around her lower back, his hand slowly running in circles on her thigh.

He leans in, pressing his lips on hers. It felt good, but not the same. Not same when he kissed you.
He tried to get you out of his head. More he deepened the kiss, kissed her passionately. Slowly the thought of you was gone. It felt good again.
Feeling of her hands running around his body, tugging on his shirt, so he knows she wants him.

“I’ll go get my jacket” she whispers to Jungkook’s ear and smiles walking away.

Jungkook leans back on his chair. Looking at crowd. Noticing how you didn’t even pay any attention to him tonight. Usually by now you’d be staring at him, watching him kissing other girls. That’s not the point anymore. Taehyung is your boy now. There are no games no more.
You found someone who make you happy I guess.

He stood up and walked out of the club with girl who he’ll use tonight.
Your eyes did follow him as he walked through the exit door.

He pushes her against the closed door. Kissing her neck.

Your lips are kissing Taehyung’s. More and more passionate.
Taehyung’s hands running under your shirt, taking it off.

Jungkook pushed girl on her bed, crawling on top of her. Unzipping her dress, kissing her shoulder.
She helps him and takes her dress off completely. Her hands grab on his white shirt, unbuttoning it quickly, taking it off. Jungkook’s arms placing on each side of her body, leaning down kissing her lips, neck. Making his way down her body.

His fingertips run down your soft skin. Chills run down your spine. Taehyung’s lips kiss your neck slowly.
You arch your back, and throw your head back as you feel Taehyung’s fingers go in and out. You moan his name. Feeling the pleasure. Soon after even more pleasure, pain who you loved. Taehyung kissed your lips over and over. You couldn’t help but moan.

Her voice fills the room, as he begins to trust into her faster, harder. His head buried into her neck.
Her fingers run though his hair. She pushed him off and came on top of him.
She started to grind, placing her hands on his chest. His hands on her hips to help her a bit.

Moans get louder second by second.
She leans down and kisses Jungkook’s lips, lays down next to him. Trying to catch a breath.
“Fuck me.” She laughs

Taehyung throws his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you closer, two of you cuddle.
Your lips kiss his neck, until you place your head on his chest.

Jungkook gets up, taking his boxers putting them on, his shirt and pants.
“You don’t have to leave you know?” girl smiles biting her lip
“I know, but I need to go” Jungkook said, sitting down on the bed putting on his shoes.
“I had great time tonight” she wraps her arms around his body
He moves her hands away from his body and stands up.
“Will you call me sometime?” she whispers
“No” he looks at her and walks out of the door

Walking down the quiet street, he takes his phone out and checks of you replied something. It was just an seen.
He stops and licks is lips, looking down his phone.
3:16AM: I know you’re probs with Taehyung, buuut hope you thought about what I said. I just wanna know the answer.
He clicks send and puts his phone in his pocket along with his hands, continues to walk.
His phone kept buzzing thinking a message is from you, but it was from all different girls wanting to text with him or see him.
He stops sometimes and thinks what kind of person he became after that rough breakup with his ex.
All he wanted to make a revenge after what she done to him. Everybody thinks it was just arguing, she cheated on him.
He actually loved her. Never felt something that strong about someone. He trusted her, she made him happy and then she did what she done. She made him feel crushed inside, heartbroken. He didn’t know what to do with himself, he felt like he will lose it. But why would he, just because of someone who doesn’t appreciate what she has or had in her life.

He wanted to do something to forget her. He smoked weed, yeah it felt good but it wasn’t enough. Got drunk often but it wasn’t enough. Tried to hang out more with his friends, but never felt the same.
But soon as after his friends told him to go and live a life, go out with girls, have fun with them. When he did that it didn’t change right away the feeling, but as he did it more it did. He slowly started to forget about his ex. He liked that way, he loved doing that.
Soon he became the person he is now. Everyone knows him as the guy who plays with girls, steals their hearts then throws them away.
He liked that, liked to be known as a fuckboy, as that bad guy. He was too much of a sweetheart back few years.
His heart was black, he didn’t know what means to actually feel something for someone. He was too used to just using everyone, knew the game. Knew how to make someone fall for him, make them feel special and come on his line.
He knew he got it all. Looks, charm, smile, body.

You thought he forgot about you, because he distant himself from you after finding a girlfriend and changing. He actually didn’t.
He knew you watch him, observe him as all other girls do. When you’re not looking he’s looking at you.
Knew you have feelings for him since the moment he caught you staring. You were too kind, sweet, too good of a person that he messes with and messes you up.

It was just a damn party that everything clicked. Even though he had an “girlfriend” at the time.
More he did notice you are watching, the more he wanted to make you jealous, make you crazy, think about him.
He didn’t expect to get to know you in that way first. But he knew you as a person.

After he realized what he done, how he acted towards you, now thinking how you’re happy with a person, makes him regret for not trying taking everything step by step.
But he’s afraid of falling in love. That’s why he’s acted cold and heartless. And he’ll continue to do till he gets you out of his head.

Water was falling on his head, body as he stood in the shower thinking. He throws his head back, running his hands down his face.
He hears his apartment door open and close. He freezes and watched the bathroom door.
“JUNGKOOK-AH!” he hears Jimin’s voice
“I’ll be out in minute” Jungkook shouts and turns off the water and steps out.

Few minutes took him to get dressed and he unlocks the door and walks out and heads to living room.
“Like what the fuck. You scared the fuck out of me” Jungkook looks at Jimin and sits down
“Sorry man… I just came to pick you up” Jimin smiled and shows his new car keys
“Oh damn you got a new car?” Jungkook smiled
“Yeah! It’s a bomb”
“Which one is it?”
“Jaguar f type, black one”
“OH FUCK! NICEEEE” Jungkook nods his head and stands up
“You look… Pale” Jimin laughs
“What?” Jungkook looks back at him
“I don’t know, you look tired”
“I’m fine. Let’s go” Jungkook said taking his phone and wallet

“Another fucking day.” Jungkook sighs as they get out of the car
“YOOO” some random dude puts his hand over his mouth and points at Jimin’s car
“I know I know” Jimin smiled and nodded his head

“Jungkook” his “ex” walks up to him”
He just raises his eyebrows
“I miss you-“
“I don’t care” he cuts her off and walks pass her, stop and turns around smiling
“Your loss babe” he winks and walks away with Jimin
“YOU broke up with me!” she shouted
“Do you just want to make a scene here?” Jungkook turns around and walks up towards her
“I want everyone to know what actual person you are!”
“You don’t get the part “I was using you” or “You were used” ?” Jungkook stared at her eyes
“Jungkook…” Jimin said
“No no, I NEED to hear the reply for this” he laughs, not breaking the eye contact with her
She just pushes him away and walks away.
“You’re really like mean and cold” Jimin looks at him
“I am that person, I can’t change” Jungkook slides his hands in his jeans pockets

“Taehyung. You going with us?” Jimin asked
“I already told Y/N I’ll meet with her”
“You know, Y/N is all that matters now. He’s throwing us away. You’ll need us” Jungkook looks up and down at Taehyung
“Oh come on, that is not true” Taehyung said
“You’re with her 24 fucking seven.”
“Wow” Taehyung nods his head
“I really don’t care anymore-“
“Like you ever did” Taehyung stared at Jungkook. There was a tension between them.

Being pissed off, Jungkook sat in class, his fist on his side of his face. Being bored and not listening to anything. You were sitting in front of him. How pissed off he was he didn’t even care if you’re there or not.
“Jungkook” he hears teachers name
“Yes?” Jungkook looks up and sits back on his chair
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Repeat it.”
“We are going to work in pairs, and we have to finish that project till Wednesday.”
“Correct. Who would you like to be in pair with?”
“I actually don’t even care” Jungkook let’s out a small laugh
“Okay then… You’ll be working with Y/N”
Jungkook slowly looks up at him. Staring at him.
“Excuse me?” he leans forwards
“You and Y/N are going to be working together, since you need a better grade, she is smarter than you so..” teacher explains
“Right….” He nods his head and leans back again

Bell went off. And you stood up.
“Y/N…” he said
You turn towards him.
“Jungkook.” You put on a fake smile
“Wow that’s cold” he laughs
“My place or yours?” you were not so excited
“Fine, I’ll come at 5PM” you said and took your stuff walking out of the classroom

“Welcomee to my crib” he smiled as he closed the door behind you
“Woow, you actually cleaned the place?” you laugh and take off your jacket leaving it on the sofa
“Oh come on.” He said
“Okay what we need to do?” he added
“I’ll do it.” You said looking up at him
He raises his eyebrow and keeps looking at you.
“But this a pair project”
“Like you want to do anything?” you laugh and take out the books and all other stuff you needed
“So what, I am going to watch you do the work?”
“Like you don’t want to watch me?” you look up and your eyes fall back on the papers
Jungkook licks his lips and shakes his head.
“Got anyone coming over? SO I know to hurry up with the work”
“No, no one is coming”
“Wow, I am actually surprised” you laugh
“Why?” he sits on the floor next to you
“Because you’re Jungkook. The fuckboy” you look up at him
Two of you keep looking at each other. Slowly both of your eyes fall on each other lips and quickly look up again.
“What if I am not that person actually? Like you said, I am actually weak?” he puts his elbow on the coffee table, his chin falling into his palm. You look away and look back at him
“Maybe you’re a person who wears a mask?”
“That is what I just said or asked or whatever you want to call it.”
“I hope, you’re happy.” He added
You leave your pen and look at him. You saw some kind of tiredness, worry in him. His eyes weren’t the same as they used to look at you. They looked at you differently.

“I am” you said
Jungkook nods his head looking at the floor.
“That’s good” he lifts his head up and looks at you
“Is there something wrong?” you asked
“Why would there be?” he had a confused face on
“You’re… Weird”
“Maybe trying to be good for once? Even though I told myself to be cold, and heartless towards you again so I can fucking forget you.”
“You… Feel something towards me?” you asked, your voice a bit shaky
“No. I just… Don’t know what am I even feeling actually” Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair
“You fucked me up so bad.” He added and let’s out a laugh
You stared at him. Trying to figure everything out, to think about everything.
“I feel like a weak bitch when I talk like this. Just the way you said I am” he laughed and shakes his head
“But seeing you with Taehyung, is like… Wow… Like what did I do wrong? Then remember what I done. And I then realize that I am a jealous fuck. Which I don’t want to be” he looks at you
“Taehyung, he-“
“Fought for you, actually you for him I get it. You tried to make me beg for you, but I figured you out second you started to hang out with him”
“Were you jealous of me hanging out with him?” you raise your eyebrows
“No, because I knew you think about me when you’re with him” he points
“You know that is the truth” he added
And you sigh throwing your head back.
“Well this just got serious and quiet” he said and two of you laugh.
“Let’s get back to work, I mean you” he added
“Right. I even forgot about it for a second” you laughed and take the pen in your hands again

Jungkook smiled and then watched you writing, looking at the books, searching for stuff.
His eyes watched your face, your eyes. Your eyelashes how long they actually are and actually cute. Your small nose, your lips.
He watched your movements, your hand putting a piece of your soft hair behind your ear, showing off your earrings.
A small smile grew on his face.
“Want me to help you?”
Your eyes look at his
“Yeah, search for anything that is connected with this” you point at the title
“You got it” he said and two of you smile at each other

He kept looking through the book, telling you what he found pointing at the sentences.
“Want something to eat? I can order pizza or something” he said
“Yeah I am starving” you laugh and sit on the sofa, throwing your head back, closing your eyes.
“My legs hurt”
“Well I don’t know why you even sat on the floor, you could have sat on the sofa and we could bring the coffee table closer” Jungkook laughs holding his phone in his hand
You look at the floor and coffee table. You look up at him and laugh.
“Right” you shake your head

Later pizza man came, and Jungkook puts the box down on the coffee table.
“Now that looks good!” you smiled and took a piece
“My life is complete” Jungkook took the first bite
“I actually can’t believe this is taking us so long for this” you said
“Yeah, I didn’t know it’s that huge”
“I think you don’t even know how this book looked till you saw it today” you laughed
Jungkook smiled and nods his head
“You got a point” he said

Your phone started to buzz. A lot of times.
Two of you kept looking down at your phone.
“You can answer it you know?” Jungkook said while eating
“I know. I don’t want to” you said
“It’s probably Taehyung.”
“I saw your message that you sent.” You said and took a sip of soda
Jungkook looks to the side at you and waits for you to continue on.
“I actually saw that you’re a good person today, tonight” you said looking up at him
“At least you are that way towards me. I never saw you that way towards anyone else” you added
Jungkook’s eyes fall down, he takes a breath and leaves his piece of pizza.
“I am trying. I want to try. I know Taehyung will hate me for being friend with you or I don’t know if we will be-“
“Friends?” you cut him off and keep on looking at him

Jungkook looks down at your hand and up at you. He extends his hand and two of you shake hands.
There was a silence. But sometimes silence is better than talking. It was a positive one.
Two of you smiled while continued to eat and drink.

At midnight, Jungkook and you finished the project. You write the last word down and put a dot on it.
“Oh thank fuck!” Jungkook throws the book away and leans back closing his eyes
You laughed and hold your hand you wrote with for hours.
“DAMN!” you shout and smile

Closing all the book and getting everything in place, you stand up.
“Well I better head home now” you smiled and stood up
“We did well!” Jungkook smiled and walked with you to the front door.
“We did it!” you smiled and turn towards him
“I had nice time today” you added looking at him
“Yeah, me too” he said

You had an urge to just wrap your arms around him and give him a hug. So you did that.
Jungkook looks down and puts his chin down on your head and slowly wraps his arms around you giving you a hug back.
“If Taehyung finds out about this, I will die” he finally said and two of you step from each other
“Right” you laugh
“Bye Jungkook”
“Can you go home alone?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine” you smiled and walked away.

Jungkook closes the door and smiles, nodding his head. After he cleared everything up, he took his shirt off and sweats, falling into bed.
Y/N, 12:09AM: Friends :)
He smiled and turned off his phone.

Passionately jealous (Simon Request)

“Well thank you very much, I had a great time tonight” You smile to the handsome young man that stood in front of you.
“Yeah same here, maybe we could do this again some time?” He suggests.
“Sounds good, I’ll call you,” You nod, the classic way to end a date.
“Bye (y/n)” He smiles and heads back down the driveway to his parked car.
You had met Kieran a week ago in central London and he had requested a date for tonight. It went well, both of you exchanging in a flowing conversation and occasionally laughing at the other’s words but nothing more. There was no electrical spark. No jokes that made you laugh until your sides hurt and there were tears rolling down your cheeks and your laughs were of a volume that wasn’t very socially accepted. No adoration for each other and fascination for whatever the other said. Not like it was with him.
“Where have you been (y/n)?” Simon questions, stood a few steps up on the whirling stairs behind you.
“I told you, I was going out with Kieran” You shrug, walking towards the kitchen casually.
“No, you didn’t tell me you were going out” He responds bluntly, “I don’t even know who this guy is”
“Simon I told you about him last week” You sigh, pouring yourself a glass of water.
“Who? The guy you met at the gym?” He asks, leaning back with folded arms against the kitchen island.
“No, that was Brad and I told you that didn’t work out. He was wayyy too confident for my liking” You mention.
“So you’re now going out with a new guy each week that I know nothing about and I don’t know where you are for the entire night” He raises his brows.
“Jesus Christ Simon, what’s up your ass?” You roll your eyes.
“Don’t try to act like I’m overreacting!” He retorts, “This guy could’ve been a psycho, he could’ve taken you anywhere and we would’ve had no idea because you didn’t even tell us! Anything could’ve happened to you”
“I went on a date!” You exclaim, getting increasingly annoyed with his overly protective attitude, “There’s nothing wrong with that! Just cause you find fault in every girl you talk to, doesn’t mean I can’t give people a chance”
“This isn’t about me! Its about you being immature and not thinking about your own safety”
“No no this is about you Simon” You disagree, “This is about you suddenly having this older brother attitude towards anything I do lately, like you think you have the right to control everything I do and quite frankly, it’s pathetic! You need to get over yourself and understand that I’m 24 and I’m likely to go on dates when I want to”
“Not this often!” He raises his voice slightly, “You’re turning into-”
“Go on, finish that sentence” You look at him expectantly, “A slut? A slag? Its good to know thats what you think of me Mr I can Never Find A Girl Good Enough”
You storm off, straight up the stairs and into your room with a furious annoyance burning in each of your steps on the carpeted floor.
“Of course that’s not what I was fucking going to say!” Simon announces, barging into your room.
“Just please fuck off” You sigh, I’ve got editing to do and I don’t want to still be up at sunrise preferably"
He pauses for a moment and simply stands there as you go about changing into a sidemen sweatshirt and some track shorts.
You and Simon had known each other for almost 5 years now and you knew each other like the back of your hand. You had lived together since he moved in with the guys and you were the only female of the ‘sidemen’. They were all like your brothers. Except him.
“What is it with all these guys recently (y/n)?” He asks, no longer with the judgemental tone to his voice but one of more confusion and inquisitiveness.
“I’ve just realised that I’m 24 and I’ve never been in a relationship, not even close” You lie through casual words, “So, I thought what’s the harm in going on a few dates? And if nothing comes of it, at least I know I gave it a shot”
You didn’t give the date a shot. You gave your great escape a shot. Your great escape at clearing yourself of the pit you had fallen into. Into the love of your best friend.
That’s what all of this had been for. To release yourself from the unrequited grip that your love for Simon had locked around you.
“Doesn’t sound like you” he states simply.
“Well, maybe its okay to do something out of your comfort zone” You nod, trying to keep yourself busy by tidying your room roughly.
“Yeah” He mumbles.
The room is filled with a screaming silence for a few seconds and when you turn around, you expect him to leave without another word.
“And (y/n)” He starts, “I was going to say that you were turning into one of those normal girls. I’d never think of you in the way you thought I did”
He walks out after that, closing the door lightly behind him and leaving a horrific silhouette of guilt and confusion in his wake.
You couldn’t leave it like that.
“What was that supposed to mean?” You question abruptly, storming into his room like the pair of you were a record stuck on repeat.
He turns in his chair and looks at you. He looks defeated. Like he’d lost hope.
“I just meant with the whole going to fancy restaurants and wearing smart clothes, it’s what all the other girls do. Not you” He shrugs simply.
“Why should it matter to you?” You ask, feeling a strange bubbling in your chest.
“Because” He begins, “Because you’re being like the girls I compare to you”
You pause. The bubbling turned to a pounding heart beat you couldn’t control.
“You’re the type of girl that said dates were overrated. That made a blunt comment if a guy came up to you in the bar because he would’ve been interrupting your night” He chuckles, “Without sounding too cheesy (y/n/n), I love that girl. The real you”
“This is all your fault you know?” You mutter, not realising it was of an audible volume until you had finishes speaking.
He looks at you with enough pain on his discombobulated face to make you want to kiss him right there and then. More than you usually did.
“Why do you have to be so cute? Making me laugh more than anyone else does, annoying me more than anyone but being able to make me feel better in an instant. Because we’re similar but completely different. And you give me piggy backs when we’ve been to the club because you think I’ve walked enough already and you come and sit with me at 6am in the morning so that I’m not editing alone even when you want nothing but to go to sleep” Your voice doesn’t crack but the lump in your throat is overwhelming.
As you turn around to begin the next stride of your pacing across his room, you’re stopped by a 6ft giant.
“Looks like me being jealous of those guys wasn’t necessary then” He raises his brows, blue eyes focused on yours like the dream would break if he looked away.
“So that’s how you are when you’re jealous?” You mumble, eyes crossing between his orbs and his slightly parted lips.
“I guess it is babygirl” He replies before his lips come crashing into yours.
It was in a way of deranged passion and obsessive adoration. Of hidden emotion and protective instincts. Of him telling you the dates weren’t necessary. Unless he was sat across from you.
(Feeling massively low and not at all inspired recently x Sorry for not posting as much x)

Stood up

prompt: Person A gets stood up and is about to leave Person B shows up and sits down at their table pretending that they are the person who stood them up. 

warnings: language(?)

You sighed as you brushed another stray hair behind your ear. Yeah, getting set up by your friends for this date wasn’t really going so well. You fidgeted under the other people dining’s gazes as you looked down at your phone. Take the embarrassment by standing up and leaving or continue to sit here until your date arrived? You thought It over and just as you reached down to grab your purse you saw someone sit down in the seat across from you. You looked up to be met with an unfamiliar man. He was extremely handsome, he had striking blue eyes, and messy blonde hair. He smiled,
“Sorry I’m so late babe. The traffic was terrible.”

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