night at her place

anonymous asked:

How’s your ghosty doing with the move?

Difficult to say. I’m pretty sure she came with me; I had Symbolic Dreams on the first night in the new place, and I didn’t really feel her when I went back to the Bartment to do the final cleanup. Or maybe it’s just a coping mechanism for all the Sad, who knows. 

Anyway, her traveling box is now in a place of quiet honor on the bookshelf. I’ll keep everyone updated as to whether I hear from her or not! 

anonymous asked:

hEY UM UPDATE ON THAT WHOLE KNOWING TOO MUCH ABOUT MY FRIENDS SEX LIFE THING, I JUST GOT INVITED OVER TO HER PLACE ON DATE NIGHT AND YALL IDK HOW TO REACT LIKE THEIR DATE NIGHT ALWAYS ENDS IN FUCKN AND 100% I WILL BE NOT SOBER WHILE THERE BC THATS WHAT WE DO AND LIKE ?,,,,, SWEATS ????? WHAT SHE ASKIN HELP AM I BOUTA BE INVITED TO FUCK W MY PLATONIC SOULMATES AND STONER SQUAD IM ,,,,,, -awkward anon

WOW IF THAT’S WHAT IS HAPPENING THEN I SAY GO FOR IT CONGRATULATIONS.

- Rich

Truth about the 'Glamorous Lifestyle' of a Sugar Baby/Escort.

To Aspiring Sugar babies and Escorts

Listen ladies, I’ve been privileged enough to have been on private jets, exotic ‘vacations’, dined in x number of Michelin star dinners, worn the most beautiful dresses on the arm of SD’s, played that Pretty Woman scene when she goes shopping, etc….

I wish I had known the truth before joining, especially since I was so young.

Let me tell you this now: it’s not real. It’s not OUR reality. This is an example of a typical ‘upscale’ escort/sugar baby experience some will probably encounter at some point in their SW career.

Their reality: A sexy 18-29 year old in an even sexier dress hanging off of my arm. I can afford the caviar AND her. Every man in this bar is jealous, and trying to talk to her while I cop a feel of her ass. Another bottle of expensive champagne? Why not. She deserves to try the best. This is an incredible life.

Your reality: I’m in a foreign place where I don’t know anybody, wearing a dress that normally screams “rape bait” (at his request), with a man old enough to be my father, if not my grandfather. The host suspect I’m probably a “hooker” since I didn’t even know what the name of the reservation is under. This dress is making it difficult to breathe. Oh god, I need another drink of whatever it is in that bottle to get through another dinner where he’s trying to drunkenly fondle me under the table. I have to smile sweetly. Need to repeatedly remind myself to ignore the sneering glances from the waiters.

His reality later that night: I can’t wait to show her the top-floor suite of this place with the beautiful view. I even had my assistant go pick up some nice sets of lingerie from the store she mentioned she likes. I already made sure the rest of her envelope with her gift/donation is ready with her name on it. I’ll get the candles lit, have another bottle of wine sent up, and romantic music to top it all off. It’s gonna be a night of romance and passion with a beautiful girl. God, she’s gorgeous.

Your reality later that night: This view would be beautiful if it weren’t for the 50 year old behind me, nibbling his dry lips on my ear while I’m trying to enjoy the ambience. At least my rent money is in that envelope with a random name on it. He hands me a bag from Victoria Secret. I have to pretend to be super excited to get try on see-through lace for an old man now. He takes off his shirt, it’s just a forest of white hair and wrinkly skin. Next to the candle lighter, I see the magic blue pills. This is going to be a VERY long night.

Next day reality for him: I think I have enough time for room service before my flight. I’ll see if I can call the other SW from that other town to arrange another rendezvous for when I’m done with work. I should probably order two dozen roses, delivered to my wife so she knows I’m thinking of her. Note to self, call assistant to order roses and withdraw more cash. Oh wait, what’s that girl in my hotel room right now called? Ashley? Sarah? I’ll leave her a few hundred dollars as tip, save her number and I’ll call her again when I’m in town. I’m glad she really enjoyed the sex. She deserves it from all those times with unattractive and gross clients. At 54, I still got it.

Next day reality for you: Fuck, I have no idea how to get back to my own town without using all of the money he gave me for fare. My rent is due tomorrow, and tuition is due next month. I still have a client in 5 hours, my paper is due tomorrow but I haven’t even started. I have the worst hangover ever. At least I don’t remember much from last night, except his sandpaper tongue running all over my body. I shivered, but thankfully I fake moaned so it sounded like I was enjoying it.

Moral of this post: Don’t join the industry based on the glamorous lifestyle of the CLIENTS. Many of the blogs I see paint the image seen through HIS (the client) eyes, not YOURS (the service provider).

When your service is over, you turn back into a normal girl; back to grocery nights at Ralph’s, back to yelping the cheapest nail salon place, back to having fun with friends playing beer pong, back to being “Sarah or Ashley” because you have bills. Part of your service is renting you as a prop for their lifestyle. Never confuse that with YOUR lifestyle. ‘Vacationing’ in Cabo with him is NOT the same as doing so at your leisure with your friends.

If you still don’t quite understand what I’m saying, let me put it this way; bedazzled French pedicures are beautiful, right? You love being pampered in that massage chair, getting massaged, and ending up with a gorgeous pedicure. It’s stunning and glamorous experience, no?

Guess what. Not from the perspective of the pedicurist scrubbing your feet. There’s nothing glamorous about it for her because whereas she’s the service PROVIDER, YOU are the CLIENT. Same situation, very different experience.

This is something many of us learned the hard way. Yes, this lifestyle can come with many glamorous perks and experiences but there’s definitely a price to pay. Don’t be delusional. If this was all that easy, don’t you think every female on this planet would be in the industry?

After several years of experience I’ve learned to be immune to the ‘wrappings’ of the industry. You are here to make money. All those Roseshire roses, expensive dinners, fancy car rides, delicate lingerie are for HIS fantasy, and does very little for YOUR wallet. Don’t be blind sighted by the fancy tricks he pulls because it isn’t tangible. Never lose sight of your 'paycheck’. Once you see this lifestyle as what it truly is - a job; you become far less naive and more focused on your goals.

Always remember: There’s a price to pay for money.

Stay safe, ladies. 💸💸💸

Things I’m Happy About
  • Lucy won a prestigious literature award at the age of 19.
  • The main character in her book is called Iris; Iris was the name of the Greek goddess of the rainbow; a rainbow usually symbolizes following our hearts and dreams.
  • This girl has fulfilled one of her dreams at the age of 19. I am proud of her.
  • People older than her acknowledge her talent and even refer to her as “Lucy-sensei”.
  • Fairy Tail is as loud as ever. I hope that never changes.
  • Gajeel eating an iron mug. I’ll never get enough of Gajeel eating iron anything tbh. :D
  • Jet and Droy being genuinely happy for Lucy.
  • Happy having his paws healed. Happy not having to worry about his best friend dying or turning into a demon or anything of the sort. Happy just being happy.
  • Natsu possibly making a promise to clean after the party.
  • Natsu and Gray ready to fight over the smallest of things.
  • Erza being there to stop them, just like old times.
  • Anna being a part of Lucy’s life. However small it might be.
  • Blushing Gajeel.
  • Wendy and Chelia’s friendship.
  • Lyon being supportive of his pink-haired guildmate.
  • The difference between the amount of food Rogue and Sting had at the eating contest.
  • Freed and Bickslow being genuinely happy for their close friend Evergreen.
  • Freed with a ponytail.
  • Laxus still having trouble believing the Lisanna in front of him is the real one.
  • Erza saying she’s proud of Lucy.
  • Lucy being happy that she’s acknowledged by someone she’s always looked up to.
  • King Fiore finding happiness in something small (pumpkin business?) and leaving the country in his daughter’s hands.
  • The Alvarez Empire actually being mentioned in the final chapter.
  • Meredy’s beautiful dress.
  • Erza brushing her scarlet hair day after day. /This is the part where I started sobbing./
  • Mest taking care of Makarov.
  • Second chances. Forgiveness.
  • Lucy’s “Everything’s making me happy. I feel like I’m wrapped up in something really warm.”
  • Romeo being absolutely certain that he doesn’t want to end up like Macao and Wakaba.
  • Reedus drawing the stunning Bisca and her elegant husband Alzack.
  • Natsu taking care of drunk Lucy.
  • Natsu and Happy actually staying over at her place for the night to make sure she’s alright.
  • The flashbacks to what they’ve been through.
  • Happy being concerned about Lucy. Stomach aches are not to be taken lightly!
  • “If I hadn’t met you, I would have never lived any of this” which also applies to us, fans of Fairy Tail.
  • Their hug.
  • “We’ll be together forever from now on” implying that they have all the time in the world to say (and do) the interesting things Lucy hinted at.
  • Both Natsu and Lucy staying as much in character as possible.
  • Natsu packed Lucy’s bag while she was sleeping.
  • Gray, Erza, Wendy and Carla waiting for them and for the start of their new adventure.
  • Team Natsu going on a quest very few mages have ever attempted to undertake, which speaks volumes of how much they’ve grown and how powerful they’ve become.
  • The open ending. The adventure that continues forever.
  • “Do fairies have tails? Do they not? Do fairies even exist? Do they not? The eternal mystery will continue as an eternal adventure.”

Don’t think about Mor, Cassian, and Azriel already being at the House of Wind when Feyre and Rhys arrive for dinner that first night. 

Don’t think of Mor looking over from her place in a chair and seeing Rhys set Feyre down with the most tender look on his face. She’s never seen her cousin like that. 

Don’t think of Mor looking to Feyre then and seeing the elaborate gown and realizing that Feyre’s prepared for a formal event. 

Don’t think of Mor looking down at her own casual attire and immediately sending the boys out to distract the newcomer while she goes to her room.

Don’t think about Mor changing her outfit so she was just as dressed up as Feyre. 

DON’T THINK ABOUT MOR WANTING FEYRE TO BE COMFORTABLE THAT FIRST NIGHT WITH THE INNER CIRCLE AFTER SHE LITERALLY PULLED HER OUT OF A SITUATION THAT WAS KILLING HER. DON’T THINK ABOUT MOR REALIZING THAT SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN IN FEYRE’S PLACE IF SHE HADN’T GOTTEN OUT WHEN SHE DID. DON’T THINK ABOUT HER WANTING HER COUSIN’S MATE TO BE COMFORTABLE WITH HIS FAMILY.

JUST. FUCKING. DON’T

The 13 profiles
  • Justin foley: PROS- Most of the shit he did could be blamed on his abusive behaviour and his conflict between his debt to his friend and doing the right thing, loved his girlfriend, tried to stand up to his mom's shitty boyfriend
  • CONS- Was a rape apologist, had no balls and never stood up to his jerk best friend when he harassed both the girls he was in a relationship with,was prepared to kill Clay to protect his reputation
  • Alex Standall: PROS- Was man enough to own up to every mistake, stood up for what he believed in, whether it helped him or not, he was so guilty that he soon started showing suicidal tendencies like picking fights he knew he couldn't win or trying to drown himself in a pool, answered everything in a snarky way and sassed justin constantly, comforted clay after jeff's death, allowed justin to stay at his place despite their little rivalry, stayed friends with Jessica despite breaking up with her (albeit it was her fault), DIDN'T EXCUSED BRYCE'S RAPIST ASS
  • CONS: Broke up with jessica when she refused to have sex with him, didn't tell Hannah about their relationship and allowed her to think that they just drifted apart, dragged hannah into their fight and broke Jessica's friendship with her, humiliated hannah and objectified her, didn't correct the jocks when they implied a relationship between them both, hung out with bryce despite knowing what he did to hannah and jessica, tried to threaten clay into silence, never apologized to jessica for his behaviour, was mean to Tyler even before knowing what he did to Hannah
  • Jessica Davis: PROS: was good friends with hannah, stayed away from justin once she realized how he had let bryce rape her
  • CONS: Immediately assumed that the reason the two broke up was not because of Alex, but because of Hannah, SLAPPED HER, stood Hannah up at Monet's, got into a relationship with Alex and never told Hannah about it, got into a relationship with the guy who ruined Hannah's relationship and never told her, showed violent tendencies by hitting Justin with those metal pieces used to break the bulb, hung out with Bryce to make Justin angry
  • Tyler Down: PROS:Has reasons for his behaviour, being the social outcast and all, (not redeemable though)
  • CONS: He's a fucking creep, shows school shooter tendencies, and most probably killed Alex, need i say anything more?
  • Courtney Crimsen: PROS: none. All she cared about was her parent's and her own reputation
  • CONS: Was fake af, used Hannah to get a ride to the dance, stopped talking to Hannah the second it hurt her reputation, spread more rumours about her and hid behind the lies, WAS A RAPE APOLOGIST despite holding no affection for bryce, wasn't ready even till the end to accept her faults,fucking hate this bitch
  • Marcus Cooley: PROS: None, didn't care about anything but his reputation
  • CONS: Tried to threaten Clay into silence, stayed with Bryce despite knowing about what he did, RAPE APOLOGIST, basically sexually assaulted Hannah, was fake af with the teachers
  • Zach Dempsey: PROS: sat next to Hannah as an effort to comfort her and apologized for his friend, bought the milkshakes for her, was genuinely nice to her, most of his reactions were out of anger, tried to be nice but failed really bad, kept her note
  • CONS: Stole her notes, was one of the jocks that objectified Hannah, tried to threaten Clay into silence, had a sister but never realized how much his actions could hurt girls, hung out with Bryce despite knowing what he did to Hannah, was a rape apologist, was ready to put the whole blame on bryce
  • Ryan Shaver: PROS: was a great poet, agreed to help Hannah with poetry, tried to make amends for his mistake by buying Hannah a gift, tried to get Hannah to be confident about her work, was really (too) passionate about his 'zine, WASN'T A RAPE APOLOGIST, was blunt and called courtney out on her shit
  • CONS: arrogant, invaded Hannah's privacy
  • Clay: PROS: EVERYTHING CLAY JENSEN WAS AN IDIOT BUT HE WAS THE SWEETEST IDIOT EVER
  • CONS: was really oblivious (couldn't figure his friend was gay, didn't know what to say to Hannah etc.), was emotionally unstable, was reckless, usually too determined to do the right thing, even if he hurt himself in the process, pushed people away and grew cynical because of the tapes
  • Sheri Holland: PROS: Genuinely cared about Clay, owned up to her shit in the end
  • CONS: Tried to manipulate Clay into not listening to the tapes, hung out with Bryce despite knowing what he did, left Hannah in the middle of the night alone in some random place despite her being drunk just because she disagreed with her, (indirectly) caused the death of the purest character in the show
  • BRYCE WALKER: PROS: NONE THIS DICKWAD DESERVED TO ROT IN HELL AND CHOKE ON STAPLE PINS
  • CONS: everything he did, the fact that this rapist was even alive
  • Mr Porter: was a fucking dumbass who didn't deserve his job
“Tame You” - Jay Park X Reader (Smut)

Description: You and your friend have been dating Jay Park and Simon Dominic of AOMG for quite a while before they both decided that their careers were getting in the way of your relationship as their schedules were getting busier by the day. An encounter in a club located in Seoul happens a month after both relationships ended.

  • Word Count: 3827 words


Your hips swayed once more on the beat of a menacingly slow song before you left the dance floor, making your way towards the bar. Your friend lifted her hand in the air to attract the bartender’s attention and she ordered what was probably your favorite drink, seeing as she knew all too well what this little escapade was about. To be fair enough, you both needed it more than you actually thought. It felt good to let go for once. After all, it’s been over a month since it happened and you never got a call or anything close to that. 

Your hand gripped the shot of Jager and you gulped it down, allowing the burning sensation to set in your throat for the third time tonight. 

“Do you think they know we’re in Seoul?” (H/N) asked, eyeing you from behind her cocktail glass as you traced your finger around the mouth of the now empty shot. 

“If they do, they did a poor job of actually finding us,” you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze towards the bartender. Your hand shot up in the air as soon as he looked at you and you motioned for him to bring you another glass of the fiery drink.

 "They come out here frequently, I don’t think they want to find us though, so,“ you shrugged, emptying another shot of Jager, “let’s at least have fun." 

Your heels hit the floor as you got up on your feet and dragged your friend back on the dance floor, swaying your hips once again, catching every note of the song in mesmerizing moves of your body. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them and got all caught up in the mood, not even feeling your own breathing but the sound of your heartbeat succumbing to the body-vibrating bass. You forgot all about Jay, about the breakup and the lame excuse he gave you, his whispered "I love you” as you ended the call, tears pouring down your cheeks.

 The animalistic side of you drew you further into the mass of people dancing out of sync as you felt a single presence behind you, imitating your moves.

 "All alone tonight?“ you barely heard the voice over the blasting music. You bobbed your head up and down into a nod, pointing at your friend that was currently too lost in the music to notice, "only with her.”

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lookin straight through you seeing all the broken parts

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“I apologize if this comes out as rude, but… Are you Plegian…?”

Either/Or: Rosie

Prompt! Can we see Supercorp but one where Kara rescues a baby and brings them home and Lena doesn’t wanna get her hopes up about adoption because she doesn’t want Kara to have to outlive her AND a child (Pref a fluffy ending but up to you?)

“Kara, honey, are you home yet?” Lena called out as she kicked off her heels and balanced the bags of take out in her arms.

The quiet of the penthouse greeted her as she hurried toward the kitchen. As she turned on the lights, the city outside disappeared from the large windows. Their home became its own universe, with just the faintest bit of galaxy outside.

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- bellamy blake, asking the important questions in 4x11

Originally posted by nodenyingheisgolden

Prompt request by anon: “Keep the heels on, baby. Just the heels, though.”

Being pushed up against the door and panting hot breath into her lover’s mouth was the best part of that night.

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I-I Love Her Mr Barnes (Peter Parker x Barnes!Reader)

Originally posted by captainaudreystark

*gif not mine, belongs to captainaudreystark*

Author’s note(s): @help-im-a-fan-girl IM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT BBY <3

Summary: You’re dating Peter Parker, but what does your dad Bucky think?





“So…you’re dating someone, huh?”


The question caused (Y/N) to whip her head round so fast that she’d almost snapped her neck. She swivelled her chair around, so that she was fully facing the figure that leaned against the door frame of her bedroom. Standing there, was the girl’s father and almost instantaneously she could tell that he wasn’t happy. Steely blue eyes locked with her own (eye colour) orbs in a hard gaze as he stared at his daughter with pursed lips.  


(Y/N) looked down, twiddling her pen between her fingers as she bites her lip. The teenage girl knew how her dad was when it came to these types of things. He had always been overprotective of her and they’d always told each other every. He had every right to be mad, although he didn’t show it, she could feel it in the air, emitting from his brooding form.


Bucky was more than overprotective, that was for certain. After having her used as a leverage to be the winter soldier for years he had every right to be. The ex-war hero had left his girlfriend pregnant unknowingly when he went to war, when she was born, his daughter had been captured and raised by hydra until she was twelve, often threatened with torture if Bucky didn’t comply or refused training. The pair were kept in cyro and unfortunately Bucky lost all traces of his daughter after the collapse of hydra. She was left to fend for herself until Steve and the avengers found her when taking down hydra bases. Bucky and (Y/N) were later reunited during the civil war, where she had fought on Tony’s side.  


“Dad…” she murmured as he pushed himself off of the door frame, walking over to (Y/N)’s bed. He took a seat, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. He didn’t look at his daughter, scared of what emotions her face might convey. Steve had always told Bucky that this day would come, but he never thought it would come so soon. It hurt him, and it hurt to know that she’d kept it a secret from him.


“Were you ever going to tell me?” Bucky asked with a soft sigh, forcing himself to look at his daughter. Her soft (skin tone) face held a blank expression as she pondered over her answer. She knew this was a big deal to him, but she was scared of how he would react.


“Yes… eventually” she concluded, her straight posture deflating. Bucky only nodded into the silence of the dimly lit bedroom. (Y/N) found herself running her tongue over the dry skin of her lips as she thought about what to say next. “He’s a good guy dad, he treats me right, you can trust him”


Trust


Bucky didn’t trust very many people in his life, except for his daughter and Steve. So he certainly couldn’t trust anyone with his daughter. Especially after hydra. “Who is he anyways?” The super soldier asked casually, throwing himself backwards to lie on (Y/N)’s bed. He held his breath as silence swept over them, begging for them to be a random higher schooler and not-


“Peter Parker”


Bucky shot up so quickly that you could have mistaken him for Pietro. He looked at his daughter, eyes wide as he stared at her incredulously. “Stark’s kid?!”


Technically he’s not Tony’s child-“


“He almost ripped off my metal arm!”


“I mean, you were gonna punch him-“


“He’s-he’s spiderman!” Bucky yelled, causing (Y/N) to shrug nonchalantly. A small smile graced her lips as she twirled her chair back around to finish scribbling away at her homework.


“That just makes him cooler” she countered, the smirk on her lips evident in her voice. The older Barnes was fuming, not only was his daughter dating, but she was dating someone who could put her at risk. He didn’t want Peter near her, let alone kissing her or holding her hand. So he did the only thing logical that a father in this situation would do.


“I don’t want you seeing him anymore”


The sound of a pen clattering against the hard wood of the desk told Bucky that he’d captured his daughter’s attention. Except, she didn’t turn around to face him. He took this as a sign to continue. “He’s dangerous, an avenger and you didn’t tell me about him. So I don’t  see why I should give you my blessings to date”


“Get out” she whispered from her seat at the desk, not moving an inch.


“Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to young lady?”


“I said get out!”


And as if by magic, (Y/N) rose from her chair, eerily calm. She stalked her way over to her father,  clearly as brooding and as mad as he was minutes prior (she was just like Bucky, according to Steve). She looked up at him with a burning fire in her eyes before pushing him out of the room and slamming the door shut. She wasn’t in the mood for her dad’s bull, and knew if she’d said anything all hell would break lose.


All the while Bucky stood on the other side of his daughter’s bedroom door, wondering if he had made the best choice.




“(Y/N)”


“Baby”


“Princess?”


“Darling?”


(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully as she walked down the corridors of Midtown, a pile of heavy books in her arms as she made her way out of the school. Today had been a long day, she was tired and unhappy, mostly due to the events that took place the night before. Peter had caught onto her weird attitude early on in the day, when she didn’t greet him at his locker with her usual kiss, and  she the truth is, she had been avoiding him. With the knowledge that Peter would know something was wrong straight away, (Y/N) didn’t know if she could face her boyfriend.


The young Barnes made a sharp left as she headed for the exit of the school, making Peter slip and run after her. The couple suddenly came to a stop as (Y/N) tried to search for the car that would be picking her up, when Peter finally captured her attention.


“Did I do something wrong? “ The teen superhero asked breathlessly, bending down with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. His brown hair was slightly askew, falling over his chestnut eyes as he panted. When his girlfriend, finally, turned to face him he straightened and offered her a sheepish smile. “Cause Ned and Michelle said they noticed something was off about you and seem to think that I’ve done something wrong and- Oh! If I did, I didn’t mean to make you upset because I love you and I never want to hurt you- but you didn’t seem mad at me specifically but I-“


(Y/N) smiled at her boyfriend’s sweet rambling before she pressed a quick chaste kiss to his lips. A red dust rose on Peter’s cheeks as she pulled away, causing him instinctively to rub the back of his neck out of shyness. “You didn’t do anything wrong baby!” (Y/N) murmured frantically, trying to clear up any confusion. “It’s just that my dad and I got into a disagreement last night and he doesn’t really want me to see you-“


Peter shook his head, dumbfounded as he adjusted his bag strap. “He doesn’t want you to see me? But I thought he knew about us”


“Haha funny story-“ The younger Barnes giggled nervously as she spotted her dad leaning against a slick black car, a can of soda in his metal hand. “Look Peter, it’s hard to explain, I’ll text you okay?”


The teen superhero quirked a brow as his girlfriend looked up at him with a pleading look, almost begging him to let her go. He sighed, letting a small smile cross his lips as he nodded. He couldn’t help but feel all warm inside as (Y/N) kissed his cheek gratefully, when she tried to pull away Peter sneakily snuck an arm around her waist, pulling her in for an actual kiss on the lips. He could feel her form relax in his arms as they continued to kiss outside of the school’s entrance, that was until she went rigid and quickly forced herself away from him.


The brunette boy opened his eyes in confusion, feeling a presence behind his back. Only to turn around and be met with the, obviously pissed gaze of Mr James Buchanan Barnes himself.


“Oh shi-“


“(Y/N) get in the car” Bucky seethed, looking down at the young couple. She looked up at the dark haired male, a fire setting ablaze in her (eye colour) eyes. The two Barnes had a small stare off, until (Y/N) gave up with a huff. She turned to Peter with an evil glint in her soft hues before pressing a lasting kiss against his lips. She swivelled around, a smirk playing at her lips before she got in the car and slammed the door shut.


Bucky eyed Peter, his dark oceanic hues wondering over the boy’s nervous form. Bucky could see a completely different side of the masked hero now, he wasn’t confident, cocky, a smart ass. No. He was a regular, nerdy teenage boy who just so happened to be in a relationship with his daughter.


Bucky didn’t like that.


“H-he-heyy Mr B-barnes” The brunette boy stuttered, running his hand through his glossy locks nervously. Peter offered the older male a sheepish smile only for it to be returned with a deadly glare. “Ho-how’s your arm doing?”


Bucky grunted and let a cruel glare grace his lips as she watched the younger boy stutter nervously. “I’m sorry about your metal arm by the way, it’s… it’s a great arm you know? Of course you would, I mean it’s attached to you just like other body parts how stupid of me! It’s probably really useful too, y’know? It doesn’t just swing around between your legs- Wait I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just you know-I uh-uhhh” Peter rambled our of fear, taking a step back with each syllable. “You know what? I’m just gonna stop talking now.”


The Winter Soldier laughed, walking over to the young boy, who flinched away as if he was going to get hit. “Now you listen here kid,” The ex-assassin growled menacingly. “I made it perfectly clear to (Y/N)  that I don’t want her seeing you anymore… now if you wanna walk away from this you’re gonna keep away from her, got it?”

Peter unconsciously felt himself nod but he knew (Y/N) would be rolling her eyes in annoyance. Bucky smiled wickedly at the boy, patting him on the shoulder before heading to the drivers side of the car. The webbed superhero knew he was going to regret this.


“Mr Barnes I can’t, I really like your daughter”


Bucky froze, his metal hand crushing the can that he held in it, Peter jumped before quickly swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to look at the ex-hydra agent fearlessly. The super soldier’s brows furrowed as he wondered what could have possibly been running through this kid’s head that would make his question a well trained assassin. “Why?” Bucky questioned simply, wanting to know what the spider-powered hero’s intentions were for his daughter. He’d hoped it was something stupid, self-centred and shallow. Bucky needed a logical explanation for coming between the two.


“B-because I really like her l” Peter started, looking down and shifting from foot to foot. “She gets me, she didn’t judge me like other kids, she cares. She’s always there for me and makes every day better than the last. Please Mr Barnes, you have to understand…”


The older male just nodded, swiping a cool metal finger across his nose before getting in the car and driving away, leaving dumbfounded Peter Parker behind.




Bucky watched with a small smile as (Y/N) sat with the avengers. It was a Friday night and everyone was tired from missions and school, so they had decided to put on a movie and order some takeout. Bucky’s daughter was currently laying across the laps of three avengers, Thor was playing with her hair, smiling triumphantly to himself every time he’d braided it right. Clint  was occasionally poking (Y/N) in the tummy eliciting light chuckles from her every once in a while. While Steve was leaning on her legs, paying close attention to the movie that burst across the screen.


Sam, Wanda and Vision were seated on the floor in front of the longest couch, each had their gaze tied to the screen whilst Natasha, Bucky and Bruce sat on the smaller one. “She’s still mad at you” Natasha’s silky voice whispered into the darkness as Bucky looked away from (Y/N), he grunted in response as her turned to look at her but attentions was focused on the screen. “You know this isn’t just a phase, they really like each other”


Bucky rolled his eyes at his friend as she stood up before brushing down her clothes. “I’m going to get a drink, anyone want anything?”


The avengers all grunted in response before Natasha went into the kitchen. “Don’t all start screaming at once” she muttered sarcastically as Tony passed her on the way into the common room. He let out a small cough, trying to capture the attention of his friends. When they didn’t respond, he coughed again.


And again


And again


Oh my god Tony” Clint sighed in annoyance. “What do you want?”


The billionaire smirked. “I’m proposing a family dinner, we haven’t spent some time together in ages and I want to take you to a fancy restaurant”


The avengers groaned  in unison before (Y/N) piped up, lifting her head in interest. “You’re spending money on us? Free food? I’m down” she admitted rolling onto her side. Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from his lips, his daughter had quite the obsession with food.


The avengers were now interested, dreaming of all the gourmet foods they could shove down their throats.


“Why now?” Natasha asked, weaving her way back into the common room with a tray of drinks, passing them around to her team mates.


Sam nodded in agreement, taking a sip of the cola that he’d received. “Yeah, why the sudden interest in spending time with us?”


Tony threw his hands up in frustration, looking at his team in annoyance. “What? Can’t I invite you out? offer you free food?”


The avengers and (Y/N) looked at each other, a knowing glint in their eyes. “No” Wanda murmured, pausing the movie that she wasn’t able to focus on. The team laughed at her blunt answer whilst Tony rolled his eyes, a small smile gracing his lips.


“It’s because you” The brunette scientist emphasised, pointing at Bucky who put his hands up in defence. “Won’t let Peter come over to the compound anymore, so I’m lonely and want to spend time with the people I hate. Plus (Y/N)’s cool”


Bucky sighed, shaking his head as his daughter let out a loud chuckle. She made finger guns at Tony, a large smile splaying on her lips. “Right back at you Tony!” She turned, over onto her back, before sitting up slightly in Clint’s lap. “Can we invite Peter? Please?

“No”

“Yes”


Bucky growled at Steve, narrowing his eyes at him. The enhanced super soldier smiled in response, glancing back at Tony. “I think that’s a great idea! He’s part of the team now!”


(Y/N) and Tony let out a cheer, high fiving each other in victory. Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought of ways to kill that meddling Steven Grant Rogers.




The restaurant Tony had booked for the team was grand. Anyone could tell just by looking at the entrance. There were two large windows either side of the mahogany double doors, made of double glazed glass filled with aqua blue water and the prettiest sea shells you’d ever seen. A red carpet had been rolled up to the front, signifying that only the wealthiest could afford there.


Inside was no different, crystal chandeliers hanging magnificently from the ceiling, cream marble floors stretching across the room. The restaurant was filled with fancy tables, white table cloths draping over them, candles dotted in the middle. Sky high tanks were scattered across the room, the most beautiful corals spiralling throughout.


Maybe that’s why (Y/N) was so nervous to enter, the rest of the avengers and her boyfriend  were waiting inside, probably laughing and having a good time. Perhaps the nerves that were clawing at her stomach weren’t down to the eliteness of the restaurant but instead the fact that she would be with her boyfriend and her father in the same room. The younger Barnes let out a shaky sigh, adjusting the pale pink skirt of her knee length dress while she waited for her dad to finish with the concierge.


Bucky was dressed equally as smart, fitted into a black tux, his hair slicked back like it used to be when he was young…before he was the winter soldier.  The man smiled down at his daughter, securing her in a warm embrace as he readied them to enter the restaurant. “You ready babygirl? “ he questioned with a smile, clearly forgetting that Peter would be there too.


The (hair coloured) girl just nodded nervously, as the begun to walk towards the entrance. “Wait, Dad?” She asked softly, grabbing his hand before it reached the door handle. “I-I… Dad you know I love you, but I love Peter too and I just want you to get along, so w-will you try not to be intimidating. Please.


Bucky sighed, as much as he didn’t like you dating, he didn’t like seeing his baby so nervous and wary… it reminded him of the days where they used to threaten her if he fell out of line. “Of course sweetheart” he murmured as they made their way inside.


As (Y/N) has suspected, her father’s teammates had left only two seats left for the pair. One opposite Peter and One next to him. The teenage girl hurriedly went to sit next to her boyfriend, pecking him on the cheek reassuringly when he noticed that Bucky was standing behind her. The spider-like teen was dressed in black jeans, a crisp dress shirt whilst he donned a black tie and (Y/N) couldn’t help but blush as she eyed him. God he was cute. The winter soldier slipped into the remaining seat, offering the teenage boy a small, what someone might call, a smile. Although to Peter, it looked much more like a grimace, but it would do.


Tony caught (Y/N)’s gaze from across the table after everyone said their hellos, revealing that they hadn’t ordered yet. She gave him a slight glare, despite the grin on her lips to which he returned. He’d purposely chosen this seating arrangement.


“I propose a toast” The genius, called out, capturing the attention of his dolled up co-workers. “To (Y/N) and Peter, for finally having the courage to face up to frosty the snowman over there”


The genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist sent a wink the young couples way as they blushed. A while later, orders were taken and hot, fresh food at been placed at the table. (Y/N) scooped up a spoonful of the soup that she’d ordered for a starter. She frowned, her brows furrowing. The soup was a bit more bland than expected.  She looked around the table, desperate for some pepper and maybe even some salt. The (eye coloured) girl let out a sigh of relief when she spotted the salt shaker across the table next to her father. He was busy engaged in a conversation but she didn’t hesitate to try.


Daddy, can you please pass the salt”


It was as if time slowed down when Peter and Bucky’s hands met at the salt shaker. The avengers fell silent, looking at one another in shock as Bucky pursed his lips, staring the younger superhero down. The brunette teen flushed red with embarrassment, he knew what everyone was thinking but he swore it wasn’t like that. He’d seen his girlfriend ask for the salt but thought that her dad was too busy to pass it over and-


M-mr Barnes I-“ he stammered, trying to find the right words to explain the mishap. The boy cursed himself when no more words came out. This was his chance to prove to Mr Barnes that he deserved (Y/N) . That he was a true gentleman that loved her, that wasn’t using her for money, power or recognition. But he couldn’t, his form was so fear stricken that he couldn’t bring himself to look at his girlfriend’s mortified face.


Bucky eyed the kid, hoping that he’d say something, speak out against his blunder. The dark haired Male, leaned back in his chair as an angry blaze ignited in his chest. When the boy said nothing, Bucky couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of satisfaction, he didn’t want his daughter seeing anyone. She’d been through too much to get hurt again. It was now as clear as day to Bucky that Peter only wanted to get into her pants. With one last cold glare at the boy, Bucky rose from his seat leaving the table and heading to his car. Leaving two mortified teenagers in his wake.




(Y/N) tightly clutched Peter’s hand during  the car ride back to her home. When Bucky walked out, Peter quickly apologised and explained himself to his worrisome girlfriend. Of course she forgave him. She was too good to him. The rest of the dinner went by awkwardly, with Sam and Tony teasing earning some harsh slaps from Natasha and even Thor. Although the avengers knew the young couple wouldn’t go there. Tony offered her a ride home, Peter instantaneously deciding that he wanted to accompany (Y/N) back.


The three pulled up into the Barnes residence, the girl giving Tony a quick thank you before reassuring Peter. “I’ll be fine” (Y/N) whispered, peaking her head back into the car, all Peter could do was nod as she smiled slightly before making her way into her house.


Tony watched Peter in the rear view mirror, sensing his nervousness. He sighed at the troubled kid. “You should go after her kid” Tony hummed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The brunette boy looked up, meeting the eyes of his mentor. “Old Bucky clearly doesn’t see how much you both mean to each other, you should prove it to him.


and with that a cool silence swept over the car as Peter decided what he was going to do.





“It’s not what you think” Bucky heard, as the front door closed with a light click. “He’s not like that”


The ex-assassin looked up from the TV, his blue eyes meeting the enraged form of his daughter, his only daughter. “You’re embarrassing, you know that?” (Y/N) begun, her voice laced with hurt. “You had no reason to act the way you did, you left me, your daughter at a dinner because my boyfriend said something you didn’t like. You didn’t even hear him out, and Tony had to drop me home!”


The girl was seething, her body shaking with rage at each word that slipped past her lips. She loved Peter and wasn’t going down without a fight. “He tried to be nice to you, he just wants your approval and yet you continue to tear him apart! What’s wrong with you?”


The words wouldn’t stop now, and all the while Bucky let his daughter go out on a whim. No matter what she said, he wouldn’t budge. Bucky wanted to keep you safe, he was doing what was best for you. “(Y/N), I’ve made my decision, you’re not see him again. He could be using you”


“But he’s not!” The (eye coloured) eye girl yelled, flailing her hands about.  “He genuinely cares about me!”


“(Y/N)!” Bucky shouts suddenly, tired of the arguing. His daughter steps back out of fear, tears welling in her (eye colour) pools. “You’re grounded, you are not see him! I know what boys like him do, he’s only with you to get at your pants. Now go to your room”


(Y/N) flinches at the harsh words that escape from between Bucky’s lips, she runs to the stairs wanting nothing more than to be away from him in that moment but as she makes her  way up the glossy wooden steps, she realises something. “Peter would never use me, I more than anyone else would know. What happened at the restaurant was a misunderstanding,  I need you to know that”


Bucky sighed, watching as she made her way up the steps, being sure to slam the door to her bedroom once she was inside. His heart felt heavy as he sunk into the sofa’s embrace, having a teenager was difficult. Having a teenage daughter was even harder. The brunette male ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply into the skin of his palm.


A sudden knock at the door pulled Bucky out of his solemn state, tiredly, he pulled himself to stand and made his way over to the door. Too exhausted to check who it was, Bucky yanked open the door, readying himself to yell at the person who knocked for him so late on the night. Instead he was met with the nervous face of Peter Parker, the boy shook slightly in his spot out of fear as he came face to face with the infamous Winter Solider, AKA his girlfriend’s dad.


The young brunette gulped visibly. “H-hi Mr Barnes”


The door slammed shut. Who did that boy think he was? Coming to their house after what he pulled.


The trained super soldier locked the door, slinking back over to his couch so he could sleep away the drama that was today. However, the knocking didn’t stop. Damn, teenagers were annoying.


“I know you’re in there Mr Barnes, I won’t stop knocking until you hear me out”


Peter stood outside, trying his best to stand his ground as he knocked against the hardwood of the door. He refused to leave without a fight, hopefully not a physical one. Mr Barnes scared him. The was a split second where he stopped knocking, a silence forming on the other side of the door. Peter frowned, not wanting to give up, he begun to knock harder… until the door swung open.


All the hairs on his arm pricked up, causing his fist to stop mere inches away from Bucky’s nose. The teen superhero backed away quickly, a red hue consuming the creaminess of his skin. “I-ah, um… hi?” Peter offered sheepishly, meeting Bucky’s hard gaze.


“You have thirty seconds to explain yourself before I close the door.”  Bucky snarled, memories from earlier flashing in his head. Peter gulped, trying to rack his mind for anything to say. “Twenty seconds, and counting


The pressure of the count down caused Peter to perk up, he had to do this for (Y/N) and with that, the words started to pour from his mouth. “First of all, Mr Barnes, I’d like to apologise for this evening. I-I never meant for the situation to happen. I just wanted to show you I was a gentleman and that I listened to (Y/N) and wasn’t just u-using her” he took a shaky breath, trying to collect himself so he could show Bucky how much his daughter really meant to Peter. “Second of all, I’m sorry that we never told you. I guess we were both scared that something like this would happen, (Y/N) didn’t want to tell you about us, and she was unhappy talking about it, I would do anything to keep her happy and if that meant keeping my mouth shut, I did it”


He sighed, looking down as Bucky pursed his lips, nodding at the boy to continue. “But most importantly Mr Barnes, (Y/N) makes me the happiest guy in earth, there’s something about her that brightens up my day, that makes me think ‘how did I deserve such a girl like her?’ and… and I know that I don’t deserve her, there’s probably a million guys out there that could treat her better than me, but the thing is… it’s that I-I love her Mr Barnes”


The boy concluded his speech with a stammer, looking at Bucky nervously. The man himself hadn’t realised how deep Peter’s feelings ran for his daughter. The pair hadn’t noticed how the hair coloured girl had snuck down the stairs, listening in on Peter’s speech.


“You love me, Pete?” She whispered into the silence,  grabbing the attention of the two most important men in her life. He nodded from his spot, shocked that she had heard the whole thing. (Y/N) couldn’t help the watery grin that spread across her lips as she ran past the winter soldier, enveloping her boyfriend in a tight hug.


The girl cried softly into Peter’s blazer, whispering how much she loved him as she did so. He hesitantly, wrapped his arms around her, a soft smile tugging at his lips as they swayed gently in each other’s embrace. The older Barnes watched over the young couple as they held each other, and couldn’t help but wink at Peter in approval when their eyes locked.


They loved each other, he should have seen that sooner. It reminded him of himself and his daughter’s mother when they were that age, and who was he to get in the way of young love.



A/N: I’m sorry this took so long! I think this is my longest imagine yet. Also the restaurant is based off of one that my sister went to when she stayed in Dubai XD

✨Dangerous Woman✨

| Masterlist |

Song Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it

Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut 

Note: Gifs made by me. 


Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished

“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”

“You won’t kill me, Pan.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever. 

“You do realize where you are and who I am?”

“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”

“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could. 

“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”

"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.” 

Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open

Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.

“Let’s play.” 

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy

Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other. 

Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony. 

“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning. 

Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.” 

This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together. 

“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?” 

Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together. 

Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better. 

Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was. 

“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin. 

Nothing to prove and
I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing

“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer. 

He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation. 

Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt. 

“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven. 

I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger

As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…

Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities. 

“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged. 

“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”

“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…” 

“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave. 

Like always. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?

“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.

Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.” 

Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.” 

His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved. 

All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout

Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”

“Love-”

“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…

“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction. 

“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”

Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”

“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback. 

“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”

“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.” 

Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t. 

“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.” 

“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her. 

“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.” 

Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face. 

“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page. 

“Let’s play.” 

somethin’ 'bout you.

anonymous asked:

I love your blog your writing is amazing. I was wondering if maybe you could write about Betty and jughead having a secret relationship because they're just not ready to tell everyone but one day Betty goes to school with a hickey and everyone finds out about their relationship.

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It was the end of spring, cheerleading season was long over but the riverdale high baseball team was having their final home game, so the riverdale vixens decided to dress in their uniforms and support the team.

Spotting Betty walking down the halls in her blue and gold uniform, Veronica smiled.

“Hey vixen, forgot how good that uniform looked on you.” She winked.

Betty laughed “you’re one to talk. You were made to wear that skirt.”

Leaning up against her locker Veronica smiled at herself.

“I’ve got to say it feels good to not have to wear that turtle neck underneath our uniform, I feel free!”

Betty smiled

“Agreed, it feels good to let my neck breathe.”

Veronica nodded in agreement glancing at Betty’s neck, suddenly her eyes were wide and she was tugging the tiny top down even more if possible.

“What the hell! Veronica! What are you doing?!”

Turning Betty’s head to look into the tiny mirror hanging up in her locker, Veronica pointed at her neck.

“What is that?!”

Finally Betty spotted the offending mark Veronica was so concerned about.

It was a hickey.

How had she not seen that?

“Oh, I must have burnt myself on my curling iron this morning! I’m so clumsy, you know that.” She said laughing nervously.

Veronica stared at her with disbelieving eyes

“Sweetie, I know a hickey when I see a hickey. That’s a hickey.”

“Veronica, that’s ridiculous it’s a burn.”

“Betty, I’m your best friend. What are you hiding from me?”

Suddenly, jugheads lazy voice entered the conversation

“Who’s hiding things?”

Both heads whipped around and Veronica reached for Jughead, pulling him towards Betty.

“Look! A hickey! Do you know who Betty’s been seeing? Because I sure don’t.”

Jugheads eyes widened as he caught Betty’s eyes.

He quickly stamped down his panic,

“Maybe it’s a burn, Betty does use a curling iron a lot.”

“Thankyou!” Betty said quickly

“You two are ridiculous. I’m gonna find out , you know I will!” Veronica said before stomping away , leaving betty and jughead alone by the lockers.

“Don’t be mad.” He said quickly

“My neck Jughead! Of all the places!”

He glanced to the heart shaped bruise, marring her skin.

And unfortunately he wasn’t able to hide his proud smirk before she caught it.

Smacking his arm

“Jughead!”

“I’m sorry okay, I got carried away. It was that damn yellow dress last night. You know I love it when you wear that thing.”

She blushed slightly remembering the events that took place in her bedroom last night.

Jughead looked around quickly, making sure no one was looking, before he placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“It’ll be fine .I’m sure no one will even notice.”

That was the biggest lie of the year.

She had already been stopped by Kevin, Cheryl, and Josie and half the football team had been whistling when she walked past commenting on the hickey.

By last period, study hall, she was thoroughly over this day, and ready to go back to wearing her sweaters.

The gang all had this period together. So they usually spent it on a table outside.

Sliding into the seat next to Betty’s , jughead slid his hand under the table and squeezed her knee.
She smiled softly at him.

“Okay” Veronica spoke up “Kevin, Cheryl and I have gone over all possible suspects regarding the case of Betty’s hickey”

“Oh my god” betty mumbled, dropping her head to the table.

Archie poked his head up from his music book

“Hickey? Betty? What?!”

Kevin sighed “well there goes my guess, it couldn’t have been Archie if he didn’t even know about it.”

Archie was now leaning over the table trying to get a look at Betty’s neck

“I’m sorry. What?! Betty what the hell?”

Cheryl pulled out a notebook ,passing it to Veronica

“I had it narrowed down to dilton doiley or trev marrow, but after speaking to them I now know that it’s neither.”

“You asked them if they gave me a hickey?!”

Veronica crossed out something in the notebook.

“Well we know it’s not anyone on a sports team, we totally would have found that out by now, and the smart kids wouldn’t be able to do that kind of handiwork If they tried so they’re out. Who does that even leave us with?” Veronica said frustrated.

Suddenly everyone’s eyes shot to Jughead who was leaning back in his seat smirking with a shrug.

“Don’t ask me.”

Veronica’s eyes widened

“Oh my god.”

Cheryl slammed her hands down on the table

“Shut up.”

Kevin nearly spit out his water

“ Total plot twist.”

And Archie was just confused

“What, what do we know?!”

Suddenly Betty smiled, reaching for jugheads hand.

“Okay, now can we please stop talking about this.”

Jughead nodded

“As much as I enjoy hearing you all talk about other guys leaving hickeys on my girls neck, I’d rather we changed topics, thanks”

Archie dropped his book on the floor with a thud.

“Girlfriend?!?”

Jughead sat up straighter

“Yeah girlfriend. Is that a problem pal?”

Archie just sat back, glaring at his best friend.

“This is total breaking news, Betty Cooper and jughead jones. We have so much to talk about. I’m sleeping over tonight.”

“Me too.” Cheryl agreed.

“Me three.” Kevin nodded

Betty groaned leaning into her boyfriend

He laughed , kissing her on her forehead.

anonymous asked:

We sat there alone, smoking and he looked at me and there was this split second of realization when I knew I was in love with him. I never meant for this to happen. You never do, right? He's talking about his girlfriend. He's spending the night at her place and he's telling me about how sex is fucking amazing and that she's beautiful and I sat there, looking into his eyes and everything hurt. He was right there. But I couldn't reach.

Oh man. 

A Lesson in Love (A Fresh Start)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,541

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@avengerstories - thank you for spending close to a month listening to me complain about this part, helping me finally get it written, and editing it for me.

Originally posted by natashamaximova

“It happened!” Wanda yells, rushing into the apartment and slamming the door shut behind her. She floats all the way to the couch, picks up a pillow, and hugs it close to her chest. “It finally happened.”

Forgetting all about the milk you were warming up in the microwave, you rush to your roommate’s side. Her cheeks are tinged a light pink color that has nothing to do with the cold. “Viz asked you out?”

Vision, known to your friends as Viz, is a foreign exchange student that Wanda has been crushing on since he asked her for directions last semester. There’s no way to compute the amount of hours you’ve spent analyzing his actions with her and trying to determine whether or not he reciprocated her feelings.

“He asked me out,” she squeals, hiding her face in the pillow and kicking her feet out in front of her. Her enthusiasm level makes you laugh; not at her, but with her. She’s been dreaming about this moment for months and you’re glad that it finally happened. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s Wanda.

That’s why you keep a tight hold on the resentment that’s attempting to consume you as you realize that Wanda has what you don’t: a date with a guy she really likes. You wish you didn’t feel this way, but the wound created by Bucky’s words last night is still raw and very much at the forefront of your mind.

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