Being a street kid was one thing, but being best friends with Jason Todd was another. You two owned the streets, running every day from the cops and stealing food from restaurants and supermarkets. Every homeless kid wanted to be friends with you two, and many only wanted to use you for food and shelter.
You and Jason didn’t trust anyone but each other. The thought of you betraying him never crossed his mind. You both were across the street from a pizzeria, LIttle Ceasar’s Pizza, planning on stealing two pies of pizza and coming up with ways to not get caught.
“Alright,” Jason began, “here’s the plan, with my charming good looks and your speed, we could steal this in no time. I’ll talk to the person at the cashier while you sneak behind them and grab the pizza.”
You chuckled, “Charming good looks? Really? You have dirt on your nose, Jay.”
“What!?” He gasped, rubbing his nose quickly.
You laughed, punching his shoulder playfully, “I’m just joking, you idiot.”
Jason blushed and chuckled nervously. He always blushed when you played around with him. The huge crush he has on you didn’t help either. He continued with the plan and you both agreed on him going in first and you going inside 2 to 4 minutes later so it wouldn’t look too suspicious.
After Jason walked inside Little Ceasar’s Pizza, you counted down the minutes from a watch you stole from a random man. You walked in as soon as 3 minutes passed, making sure the cashier didn’t notice.
Jason was flirting with them and they really looked like they had a thing for him, even though it looks like Jason hasn’t showered in days. Behind the counter was a stack of pizza boxes inside a fridge like oven, ready to be bought.
The cashier Jason was talking to was the only one there, the other employees were far away in the back making more pizza. As the cashier blushed at what Jason was saying and looked down, pushing their hair behind their ears, you swiftly hopped over the counter and opened the oven, taking two boxes of pizza.
“It was great chatting with you,” Jason told the cashier, “but I really gotta go now, see ya!”
That was your cue. You quickly hopped over the counter again and ran out the door with Jason as the dumb cashier shouted at the both of you, “You damn rats!” they screamed.
You and Jason laughed as you both sprinted away from the pizza shop, with the pizza in your hands. You both ran into an ally and stopped dead in your tracks. A group of older rowdy kids cracked their knuckles when they saw Jason.
You gulped, they were taller and bigger. Jason let out a tired sigh, “What do you scumbags want?”
They all surrounded you. The leader of the group smirked, not answering Jason and winked at you. You gasped when one of his friends snatched the pizza away from you, another gripping your hands behind your back, “What the hell!?” You growled.
The leader punched Jason in the face, making the others gang up on him. You screamed and begged for them to stop, wondering why Jason wasn’t fighting back. Someone handed the leader a pocket knife as the others kicked Jason’s body on the floor.
You fell to your knees, with the guy still holding your hands behind your back, when he stabbed Jason on the chest, screaming Jason’s name. They all laughed and scurried away, leaving a wounded Jason on the floor. You didn’t even bother running after them, Jason was much more important to you than anyone else in this world.
You sank down to the floor next to him. Jason was holding the knife in his chest, groaning from the pain, “This is bad, this is really bad.”
“It’s okay!” You whimpered, “I-I could carry you to a hospital, I could steal a first aid kit, j-just tell me what to do, Jason!”
“This is it for me, (y/n), “ Jason whispered, “why don’t you just admit it…? You’re in love with me.”
“I-I get that you flirt with me all the time,” you sobbed, “and it’s funny or whatever, but you’re doing that now?!”
“Aren’t you gonna kiss me?”
You blinked, “What?”
His eyebrows shot up, he pulled out the knife and lifted his shirt, revealing bags of ketchup, “I’m faking it!
You punched him in his jaw, “You bastard!” You cried, “I thought you were….who the fuck were those guys!? Why would you do this to me!?”
Jason sat up and rubbed his jaw, “Guess I went too far on trying to make you like me then.” He grumbled.
Tears trickled down your cheeks, “You’re so fucking stupid, I do like you!”
“Oh…oh,” He let out a sheepish laugh and scratched the back of his head nervously, “So uh…since when?”
You punched his shoulder, this time for real, “Since we first met, stupid! Now tell me, who were those guys!?”
Jason regretting doing this to you. You really did like him and the thought of losing him just like that made you feel so wretched, “I paid them to do this.” He admitted.
“With what money?! I don’t know if haven’t noticed by now, Jason, but we’re broke!” You threw up your hands exasperatedly.
“Uh….with the pizza.”
You looked around and only found one pizza box laying on the floor. You shook your head in disbelief and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. You both stayed like that for a few seconds before you finally pulled back, “Don’t ever do that to me again, do you understand me?”
Jason grinned, “Don’t worry, (y/n), it’s not like I’m going to die anytime soon.”
You had been running the same course all week. It was the last obstacle that always killed your finishing time. You decided to run through it ten times before calling it for the day. You were being evaluated for returning to case work after a shoulder surgery. You were feeling good, a pleasant sore. As you hit the rope bridge you got caught up when someone called out to you. Instead of letting the slip slow you down you caught yourself underneath and climbed across, never losing momentum.
“Well well well, someone wants to get back to the grind afterall.” SSA Derek Morgan of the BAU teased with his hulking arms in front of his chest.
“We don’t all have rental income to keep us afloat,” You teased, sliding down the fireman’s pole.
“Gonna call a brother out like that, Y/L/N. Perhaps somebody needs to think out side of the box.”
“Nah, I’m good, just gotta pass on Friday and I get off of leave.”
“What are your times like?” Morgan asked dropping the teasing.
“Between 14:24 and 15:47, the last leg is kicking my ass.”
“How much longer you going today?” He asked, dropping his hoodie on a bench near the edge of the sand pit.
“Just running it two more times then hitting the showers, Morgan. You don’t have to get all sweaty just to help me, ya know.”
“Yeah, I know. But I think someone needs to keep it under 15, so let’s see if we can get there why don’t we?”
You shook your head as you grabbed a guzzle of your water bottle. “From the top?”
“If you can catch me…”
You did catch him, but only because you were playing dirty. Laughing while running the course made it harder to even your breathing. Derek flew through the last obstacle and you stumbled yet again. At the last second he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. You were crying you were laughing so hard. You smacked his butt as he dropped you in victory.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Derek grinned, panting. “Guess somebody just needed some friendly competition.”
“Thanks, Morgan. It was nice to end it with a little bit of fun.” You smiled, grabbing your bag heading to the women’s locker room.
“What? You just gonna leave me like that?!” Morgan pouted as you walked away. “It’s alright, from this angle anyway.”
You swung your hips ever so excessively and shouted back. “Oh it’s all right from every angle, trust me.”
Characters: Sam, Dean and reader
Warnings: Just fluff
The three of you stumbled into the bunker, exhausted and covered with blood and gore. This hunt had pushed you all to your limits.
You glanced at the clock. 4am.
“Happy Valentines Day, guys.” You said tiredly. “I need a shower.”
“Happy Unattached Drifter Christmas!” Dean said with a chuckle as he headed to his room. “Gotta rest up for the evenings festivities! See ya!”
You walked up to Sam and leaned in to kiss him, despite the goo covering you. “Happy Valentines Day, baby. I love you.”
Sam grinned and pulled you close, oblivious to the mess. “I love you too, babe. Happy Valentines Day. Now go shower, your gross!”
After your shower, you sat on your bed, too keyed up to sleep. After a bit, Sam wandered in, freshly showered. He sat down next to you on the bed.
You rested your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I am beat. This hunt was BRUTAL.”
It’s Valentines Day. Do you want to go out tonight?“ Sam asked.
“How about we just have a quiet night at home? I’ll cook you a nice dinner and we’ll watch "Game of Thrones.”
Sam wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “This isn’t how I wanted our Valentines Day to be. You deserve flowers, dinner, the whole package. Sometimes I feel like you sacrifice so much being with me.”
"Sam, that stuff is nice, but having a good man who loves me and would risk his life for me is worth more than all the flowers in the world.”
Sam looked deep in your eyes, brushed your hair from your face, and kissed you deeply. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. I’ll always be your Valentine.”
°You’re Jax’s wife and Tara comes back to town and tries to sleep with him. Reader finds out and confronts Tara, which in turn helps the Mother in Law and Daughter in Law relationship between Reader and Gemma.
“Abel! Get your shoes on, Sweetheart; we’re gonna see Daddy!” I hollered from the kitchen.
I was packing up the dinner that I had made for Jax and the guys since he said club matters would keep him out all night.
Jax being President sure was a pain sometimes, but he took real good care of Abel and I, so I couldn’t complain.
Abel came running down the hall, his tounge sticking out of his mouth as his little feet tried to carry him faster than needed.
“Mommy!” He yelled, climbing up the chair.
He set his shoes on the table, making me roll my eyes.
“Abel Teller, how many times do I have to tell you? Do not put shoes on the table. It’s very dirty.”
“Sowwy.” He replied, swinging his legs.
I bent down to put them on, “I know, Sweetheart, but you’re gonna have to learn. Okay?”
He nodded, giving me a kiss as I finished tying his shoes. Abel went to the living room to get his favorite toy, then stood at the door waiting for me.
I grabbed the heavy box, quickly getting it and Abel into the SUV. Once he was buckled, I went and locked up the house and came back to the car.
The trip to TM was very quick, it being about 15 minutes from our house.
Gemma came up to the car as soon as I pulled in and unbuckled Abel. Right as his feet touched the ground, he took off towards the playground.
I got out, putting my bag over my neck to rest on my other shoulder so I wouldn’t worry about dropping it.
“What do you have there?” Gemma asked.
We got along for the sake of the guys, but sometimes our snarkiness would clash terribly.
“Homemade Lasagna and Garlic Bread, for the guys. You’re welcomed to some of it too as well.”
She shielded her eyes from the sun, “I just might take you up on that Bettie Crocker.”
I reached into the car for the box, rolling my eyes where she couldn’t see it.
“I can hear you roll your eyes.” She smirked.
“Well, I guess you can hear what I’m thinking then?” I snapped back.
I scoffed, laughing as I shut the car door and carried the box to the clubhouse. Abel came running, opening the door for me.
“Thank you Sweetheart.”
He smiled up at me, “Welcome Mommy.” He took off somewhere, most likely to pester Juice to let him play some video games.
I took a deep breath after setting down the box. Yelling at the top of my lungs, “Dinner’s here!!”
It sounded like a stampede. Phill held the guys back, sniffing the air.
“What is it Philthy?” Tig asked.
“It’s… it’s… Lasagna and garlic bread!”
They continued to file out of church, getting in line and serving themselves.
Jax stood by the Chapel doors, motioning me over with his index finger and biting his bottom lip.
I went to him, blushing. That was the same look he gave me this morning before and after our round.
As I got to him, he put a hand on my waist, pulling me into church, closing the door behind him.
“Hey Baby.” I smiled, running my hands up his cut and to his neck.
He leaned forward, grasping my lips with his in a firm, but loving kiss. Our lips smacked as he pulled away and came back again to do it even more slowly.
When my eyes finally opened, I found his watching me.
We stood there, just holding each other for a few minutes, before he pulled back, sighing.
“I think I’m gonna have to stay here tonight.”
“Aww, really?” I pouted.
“Yea. I’m sorry, Baby.” He thought for a moment, “How about Gem take Abel for the night and we make a date of this?”
“Hmmm, sounds like a plan to me.”
He kissed my cheek, then my neck, “Just wait til I get you alone.”
I clenched my legs together and he noticed. Just as he was about to hoist me up, a knock sounded on the door.
“Got a visitor, Jax.”
We sighed, kissing each other.
Exiting church, we paused seeing Tara Knowles talking with Phill.
Gemma came up to us, “What is she doing here?”
Jax shrugged, “I don’t know, but I’m about to find out.”
He kissed my cheek, his hand running across my back as he went over to Tara.
“You just going to let him go over there?” Gemma asked, crossing her arms.
I sighed, rubbing my temples.
Would I love to put Tara in her place? Of course I would.
Was I dumb enough to be put in jail? Hell no.
“Gemma, listen, I’m not going to start trouble when it’s not needed.”
Gemma was watching them and nodded, “Looks like she’s the one starting trouble.”
I dared to look over to see that Tara had a hand on Jax’s cheek, the look of wanting to kiss him in her eyes.
I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, counting to ten.
Jax was pulling away, keeping Tara at arms length. She was shaking her head as he turned to walk away, then left herself.
Jax came over to me and saw the look on my face.
“I shot her down real quick, baby. I promise.”
My shoulders fell, “I know. Listen, I need to stop by the house and get some clothes. I’ll stop by later when church has let out.”
Jax looked concerned, “Let me walk you out to the car.”
He put his hand on my back, leading me outside. Once at the car, he opened the door, putting one hand on the door and the other on the car, boxing me in.
“You mad, Darlin’?”
“What? No, Jax. I swear.”
He leaned down, kissing me, “Talk to me, baby.”
I ran a finger down his goatee, “I’m fine, babe, really. Isn’t- I mean, aren’t we getting too old to be doing this type of teenage shit anymore?” I asked.
Jax waited for me to continue.
“She wants you Jackson… real bad.” I sighed, looking off over his shoulder.
Jax bent down, getting level with my eyes.
“Who do I love?” He asked, all playfulness gone.
I rolled my eyes, “Me.”
“And who did I marry and promise the world to?”
“That’s right, baby. There’s no Tara in the world that can take that from you. You are the one I want, baby.”
My eyes stung slightly at the start of some tears.
“I love you too, Jax.” I whispered, as he leaned on to kiss me soundly.
“When you go home, grab that cute little blue number.” He said, giving me the famous Teller smile.
Damn good things happened when that blue teddy came out.
I shook myself from my day dream and said goodbye to Jax.
She snuck in through the back door while they were in church. It was times like these that called for desperate measures and this was one of those.
She knew Jax still loved her… deep down they’d always have that love for one another.
It was a huge mistake leaving like she did, but she thought that was best. Coming back to find that he had remarried had broken what spirit Tara had left.
She was going to show Jax just what he was missing out on.
Jackson slammed down the gavel, everyone glad that the shit that went on today was over and done with.
Everybody went on home to their wives or girlfriends and wasted no time getting the hell out of dodge.
Jax stood from his seat, walking to his dorm. Hearing the shower running, he smiled thinking that this was going to be the best way to end the night.
“Y/N, baby.” He said, stripping out of his cut, jacket and shirt.
He paused when he looked up, seeing a towel clad Tara leaning against the door jam.
“Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” Jax’s wife yelled.
Shit just got real.
I stood in the doorway slack jawed after I yelled.
Whom ever was left in the clubhouse came barreling down to Jax’s dorm.
“Y/N, baby, I swe-”
I held my hand up, silencing Jax. Behind me, Juice ‘Oooooooed’, but swift elbow to the gut had him bent over coughing.
I stepped further into the room, mentally counting to 10, but it was doing little good.
“Tara, we are too damn grown for this shit.” I said, my voice shaking.
“Baby,” Jax came over to me, but I was too pissed to listen to him.
“Jackson, I said zip it!” I snapped at him.
I heard a bag of chips open and some crunching.
Jesus these guys were hopeless!
Tara stepped forward, “Jackson loves me, Y/N. Not you, me!”
“You’re out of your goddamn mind! I’m the one he’s marr-” I paused, then stretched my neck from side to side.
“You know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you Tara. Get your shit and get out.”
“Oh this is gonna be gooood.” Tig said, rubbing his hands together.
I spun around and faced him, “Really Tigger! Now of all times!?”
He scratched the back of his neck, pointing with his eyes for me to look behind me.
I turned to see Tara hanging off of Jax. At least he was trying to get her off of him.
Still seeing blood red, I stalked over to her, slapped a hand over her neck and squeezed.
“Baby, c'mon now.” Jax tried to reason.
I squinted at him and may have growled.
Tara slapped and clawed at my arm.
Grabbing the towel, I lifted her body up as high as I could before slamming her down onto the hard floor.
The small crowd that was gathered 'Oooed’, 'Owwwed’, and hissed.
Tara lay on the floor, unmoving.
“Did she just choke slam Tara?” Juice asked in disbelief.
Tig nodded silently, eyes wide.
With a shaking rage, I pointed to Tara, “Get her the hell out of here… NOW!”
The crowed scrambled as I stormed through the door and out of the clubhouse.
I had to get away before something else happened.
“Y/N!” I could hear Jax calling out for me as I hid in the garage.
After calming down, I realized how much of a dumbas I may have looked. I normally have so much more self control than that.
Jax rounded the corner and finally spotted me.
“There you are, baby!” He sounded relieved.
I played with my wedding ring on my finger but said nothing.
Jax squatted down placing his hand over mine.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
I shrugged, “Tara alright?”
He laughed, pushing his way in between my knees.
“She’s fine. I asked if you were okay.”
“Eh… lost my shit…. sorry.”
Dipping his head down to catch my eyes, he smiled, “Hey now. She touched what’s yours, baby.”
I rolled my eyes but smirked slightly. “Not the point Jackson. We aren’t children.”
“What is it you say to the guys when they act up?” He asked, nudging me when I didn’t answer.
“If you act like a child, I’ll treat you like a child.”
I snapped my head up, looking at him horrified. “Ya don’t choke slam kids, Jax!”
His laugh was deep and loud. “Ture, baby, but kids need to be taught lessons… Let’s just hope that Tara’s learned hers.”
I snorted, “Highly unlikely but whatever.”
Biting his lip, he rubbed my outter thighs, “It was hot though… and when you growled at me… damn baby!”
I slapped his arm, “Perv.”
Jax helped me stand, “C'mon, I still wanna show my wife a good time.”
The next day, Gemma had brought Abel back to TM. She didn’t say anything to us but a 'Hello’ and went on her way.
I was in the middle of changing the sheet in Jax’s dorm when she came in smirking.
Standing, I put my hands on my back and bent backwards some. I was sore after Jax and I had our fun last night.
“What is it Gemma?” I sighed, when my back did pop.
“Saw what you did.”
I paused again, “What do you mean?”
She took out her phone and showed me a video of what happened last night.
“You did good baby girl. I’m proud of you… Had me worrying there for a while when you didn’t stand up for you and Jax.” She kissed my cheek as the video continued.
That’s when I saw Juice come over the screen,
“Did you see that!? Choke slam, live baby!!”
“Why that- JUICE!!” I yelled, running from the room.
a part two for my fake text was requested so enjoy :))
I responded with that one simple emoji and turned off my phone just then my phone started ringing i checked to see who it is.It was kendall
“Hey kenny” i answered
“Hey, just wanted to warn u za changed the time so be there at 6:30”
“Alright,oh and tell him jay isnt coming”
“Wait why isnt he coming??“she asked
“Hes to busy hanging out with hailey” i replied in disgust.
“Oh.. Okay cant believe hes blowing us off again for hailey but whatever,anyways i gotta get going im gonna start getting ready see u later love ya”
“Love you too” i said as i hung up
Nobody in the squad really liked hailey we just hung out with her cause of justin but her and i always faught so i always kept my distance.
I snapped out of my transe and went upstairs to my bedroom so i could start getting ready.
I took a shower,put my makeup,did my hair, and put on a casual outfit:a pair of black skinny jeans with a red plaid shirt my favorite pair of timbs and a beanie over my brown hair that i straightened with my flat iron.
I took my phone from my bed and checked the time.
“Ugh its 6:15 already”
I made my way downstairs,grabed my keys and entered my car.
*phone rings again*
I looked down at my phone only to see two missed calls from justin just thinking about him gets me in a bad mood.
I finally arrived at za’s place and rang his doorbell.
“Aye"he said as he opened the door
Za was like a brother to me hes one of my best friends.
“Hey” i replied walking into his house
As i walk in i see the rest of the squad and greet them.
“Wheres justin?” I heard somebody ask
I turn around and see khalil walking towards me.
“Hes somewhere with hailey” i rolled my eyes
“Of course he is” khalil sighed
“Guys get over here were gonna watch a movie” we heard kendall say
Khalil and i walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with everyone else we looked through netflix and saw ‘ride along 2’ “oooooh lets watch that” i suggested “yeah!” Everyone agreed. Za put the movie and we couldnt stop laughing.kevin hart and ice cube are hilarious! After a while in the movie the doorbell rang “ill get it” kendall said as she got up to see who was at the door. "I wonder who it is” i thought to myself.
Im kinda thinking of making a part 3 to this cause i didnt wanna make this to long but i hope u like it!and request us some more things:)
“Best Days” : (Pokeshipping; one-shot; for HollyLu)
Heya, everyone, here’s the next one-shot/drabble/request thingy that I’m posting, and this time it’s for the famous hollylu-pokeship-art! She wanted me to write something including the following quote: “I saw that. You just checked me out.” She also requested that Misty be the one to say it so as to include more insight into Ash’s attraction to her.
So anyway, here we are, sorry it took so long, and I’m even more sorry for how it ends. Truth be told, I was totally vibing on continuing this but… ah… it was definitely heading in a… strong nsfw direction if I kept writing the way I was writing and I’m not comfortable posting my original works like that on my blog. I’m just not that good.
However, maybe, at some point, I’ll write what I wanted to for my own personal benefit…
Title - “Best Days”
Summary - Jeezus, why does Misty have to be so annoying anyway? What did you ever do to her? Why can’t she just go back to being that scrawny, loud, aggressive water-type trainer you remember from when you both were kids?
You know, it’s been months since you last saw her in person for any extended amount of time so you were originally really looking forward to this.
A week-long vacation with some of your best and oldest friends, including Brock, Tracey, and Misty.
Yep, her. It’s, in fact, that particular her that is making you feel really frustrated right about now as you and your three friends pass the beach ball to one another in the water, currently enjoying a day at the beach in Cerulean City.
And you can’t quite put your finger on what it is about her that’s annoying you. Sure, it could be the way she practically mocks you by referring to you by her classic nickname, Mr. Pokemon Master, though the joke is technically on her at this point since you’ve finally accomplished your childhood goal and are now a minimum of one year into your first term as Kanto’s highest-acclaimed trainer.
It could also be any one of the number of short jokes she’s handed you on a silver platter because, hey, you’re nineteen years old and you’re still an inch shorter than her after all of these years (which is a bigger disappointment than basically anything you’ve ever known in your entire life because you’re quite sure that she’ll never let you live it down). Or maybe it’s about her practically threatening you with the idea of how stupid it is to wear your official Pokemon League cap in the water because all it would take is one well-placed wave or breeze for it to blow right off, and who knows how far it would be carried, and you’d never be able to catch it what with you being stuck wading through the sea.
But oddly enough none of these things seem to upset you in the moment when she says them hoping - forgive the pun - to make a splash and upset the balance between you.
Warnings: Drinking, Assholes being Assholes, Pretty vulgar language. (I think that’s it! Message me if you find anymore!)
A/N: My first marvel one-shot! Let me know what my Little Angels think!
The bar was lit in
amber light from the brown lampshades hanging above each table.
Patrons muddle about, not too many were there, it was Wednesday after
all. A few had struck up a game of pool in the corner of the room,
but most just sat quietly in their booths, or at the counter where
you were seated.
You signaled to the
bar tender to refill your drink, scotch on the rocks. You take a sip,
then return to people watching. It had been a long week, and it was
only half way done. On Monday you had a double shift, then you
coworker had a family emergency and you had to cover her shift. On
Tuesday you had issues with what your store ordered, so that was
screwed to high hell, and somehow your boss was blaming it on you,
even though you have literally nothing to do with what they stock.
And today, you had several moody, dick-bag customers blowing up at
you, and yelling in your face because they were trying to use 3 year
old coupons, and because of their own stupidity. How you managed to
survive this long without maiming someone was incredible.
You took another
well deserved sip of your drink as someone slid into the seat next to
you. You ignored him at first, hoping he would take the hint, and
stop looking you up and down like you were a piece of meat. But,
nope! Just your luck that Neckbeard had to pick you out of all the
people in this bar, just great!
what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?” God, you
could smell his breath from where he was sitting, alcohol clearly
present in it. You looked him over, his jeans were worn and fade with
holes in them, a plain white T-shirt which was covered with various
stains you didn’t want to know about. His brown hair was greasy, and
he smelled like he hadn’t showered in days. Why couldn’t he see you
wanted to be left the hell alone.
“Trying to have a
relaxing night in the middle of the week, but a few people,” You
glared at him, “Are making that impossible.”
“Hey, hey, hey, I
get it, some people just can’t take a hint ya know? That’s why you
gotta be direct about it, flat out tell them you don’t won’t to talk
to them.” He was clearly not taking the hint.
“I don’t want to
talk to you.”
“See, there you go
just like that, say I was wondering, you wanna ditch this bar and
head back to my place?”
“No,” he seemed
baffled by your blunt response, like he hadn’t heard it thousands of
“You bitch, I have
been nothing but kind to you, and you tell me no!” You were about
to start into him when out of know where a large hand grabs his
“I suggest you
apologize to the lady, before things get ugly.” The voice attached
to the hand said in a threatening manor. Neckbeard couldn’t see the
man holding him, but you could. And damn, this man is huge, and quite
“Hey buddy, shove
off this has nothing to do with you.” Neckbeard turned to face him,
and you could instantly see the regret on his face.
“First off, I am
not your buddy, second either you leave the nice lady alone, or
you’re gonna have to deal with my fist to your face. Understand?”
Neckbeard nodded his head vigorously, then quietly muttered an
apology to you. A laugh left your lips before you could stop it, a
smile spread across your face. That was by far the funniest thing you
had seen that week. The blond man turned to you a sympathetic smile
on his face.
“I’m sorry about
him ma'am, some men are real pigs,” He turned to leave, but you
called out to him.
looked back to you, a questioning look on his face, “You should
stay, in case he comes back you know” He smiled at you, like he
knew what you were doing, and in all honesty he did, but you were
pretty cute, and seemed interesting. “I’m (Y/N) by the way, and you
“Steve,” He told
“Well, Steve, has
any one ever told you, you have some of the prettiest blues eyes?”
You leaned over toward him. Man, you were never that bold without a
little alcohol in you blood stream.
“Are you flirting
with me?” A smug smirk on his lips
ended up talking to each other till last call, which you then
exchanged numbers, and told him to call you. Which he did, the next
day, that was the first of many, many dates to come. Now, Steve’s
only mission was to never, ever let the other Avengers find out about
you, the amount of teasing he would receive would be unbearable. But
they did, when Tony and Clint went through his phone to look for
people to prank call, only to find a contact under the name, sugar.
The teasing would never ever let up after that.