rears its ugly green head

anonymous asked:

Please do a jealous Jughead fic that ends in smut

okay so I am slowly but surely getting through your asks! Thanks to everyone who has sent me ideas! I promise I will get to them all, please be patient with me though haha

anyway thought I would knock a few birds out with one stone with this one! Thanks to all the wonderful anons who sent these requests! Full disclosure most of my asks is smutty requests haha so get ready! 

Anyway hope you enjoy it ;) sorry it’s a bit long! 

warnings: smut, smut, smut, sin and smut. [with a bit of plot for good measure]

ENVY: The colour of sin

Jealously was not an emotion Jughead was overly fond of. In fact he thinks it’s his least favourite of all the emotions on the broad spectrum of human feeling.

The cause of such jealously; Archie Andrews not so subtly attempting to gain the attentions of Betty Cooper.

It was a paradox- Jughead being jealous of Archie’s jealously and he knew it made zero sense. Yet he couldn’t help the green eyed monster rearing its ugly head when he saw the pair exit the doors of Riverdale High on Friday afternoon.

Well actually if he was being honest, the green eyed monster had been rearing its ugly head for a week now. He had noticed Archie’s preoccupation with his girlfriend grow over the weeks and while he had at first dismissed it as missing his best friend and seeking comfort in her after everything with his dad, Jughead now knew it was actually due to seeking her affections. He hadn’t worked out yet whether Archie himself was actually aware of his change in behaviour toward Betty, but it was irking Jughead none the less. And so he had taken it upon himself to brave the civil war-esque dangers of being at Riverdale high and pick his girlfriend up from school that afternoon; rather than endure another tortured afternoon imaging the moves Archie was putting on her while they walked home.

Betty was sporting her usual pony tail and radiant smile, looking gorgeous as ever, so yeah he got why Archie felt inclined to be attracted toward her. What he couldn’t comprehend was his “best friend’s” need to tug on her pony tail and let his hand linger in the golden locks longer than necessary, before slinging his arm across her shoulders.

Jughead’s eyes narrowed despite Betty casually lifting Archie’s arm off of her with a laugh.

Unable to watch the scenes of ‘All American Boy Next Door tries to win heart of Girl Next Door after realising mistake of letting her go’ any longer Jughead pushed himself off the side of the truck.

“Hey you,” he called casually across the car park in the direction of the pair.

Betty’s eyes instantly strayed from Archie, her green orbs landing on him and immediately alighting. The surprised smile that graced her features temporarily dousing the flames of the burning aggravation inside him.

“Juggie!” she exclaimed through a laugh, practically skipping toward him.

Jughead’s blue gaze softened, the iciness directed at his friend instantly morphing into amused adoration as his girlfriend bounded into his arms. Betty’s own arms wrapped around his shoulders while his found perch on her slender waist.

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accusations and jealousy.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

scott mccall x reader

prompt: scott has been ignoring you for weeks so you move onto issac, just for scott to see and drag you away.

warnings: SMUT. rough, swearing, ass-play, squirting.

A/N: i have so many derek requests but this has been sitting in my ask for a long time and i finally got around to doing it, yay. also, this is pure fucking filth so if you’re under 18, don’t read it. (or any of my writing really.) thank you.

the classroom was loud as you sat in history class in beacon hills highschool. everyone was talking and giggling about what they’d done at the weekend having no clue how you and your pack had put your lives on the line just to keep them safe yet again, but that wasn’t what was on your mind. 

tapping your pen off of the desk, you stared at the back of scotts head with your fist resting under your chin. you knew he could feel you burning holes into him yet he didn’t turn around, knowing your eyes were filled with fire solely directed at him. it was no secret that you and scott had been known to fool around with each other, yet it had been weeks since he’d even spoke a word to you let alone touched you. 

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anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed but could you possible do a little blurb where y/n is Harry's current gf and she gets a little jealous that Carolina is about someone else and Harry's wondering why she doesn't like the song cause every time he asked her about it she shuts down and they fight and h gets mad cause y/n is "hindering his creativity" and they fight but then make up? Thanks love id really appreciate it

I hated that I’d become this person.  Jealousy was not in my repertoire.  I knew the deal when I’d started dating Harry Styles.  He was committed to his art.  He wrote about experiences he’d had which could range from things he’d done to people he’d hung out with.  I was lucky enough to become one of those experiences though he’d never written a song about it.

And maybe that’s where I was stuck.

We’d been dating for a year.  I resisted him at first, I didn’t want the spotlight that came with dating someone like him.  I’m not a girl who walks around in Gucci everywhere I go.  In fact, most weekends I look homeless while I run around LA in workout clothes and not a stitch of makeup.  But he’d persisted.  And he’d finally won me over.  A combination of his kindness and undeniable charm and I fell fast.  He told me daily that I was the one who inspired him.  I was his home.

But yet, he’d never written a song about me.

When he’d come home from Jamaica with new songs burning a hole in his pocket, I was almost as excited as he was to hear them.  We’d been apart for two months with limited communication at his request.  I understood, I didn’t get upset.  But I also wouldn’t say it had been easy.  Missing Harry, whether he was a thousand miles away or two miles away, was just part of my day now.  It went with the territory.

And I was blown away.  I was.  The songs were other worldly.  They were a perfect mix of every artist we listened to together.  They were Harry.  He gave me a little rundown of each song.  What had inspired him, what parts he’d written versus the parts other people had written, how the arrangement came about.  He knew I liked hearing about how the songs were built so he indulged me.  Just one more reason why I loved him so much.

He saved Carolina for last.  He said it was the song that got them out of their funk in the studio when they felt like everything they were coming up with was crap.  I liked it.  A lot.  It was fun and infectious and the kind of song I’d enjoy blasting while driving down the highway.

However, when he launched into the explanation for the song, my love for it dwindled until it was gone.

And that’s where I was stuck.

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Airport Reunions-Shawn Mendes x Reader

Title: Airport Reunions 

Word count: 525

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader 

Warnings: Uhm, kissing? Airports? Someone throwing their bag on the floor?

A/N: I will come back and edit this, but I wanted to post it before I got second thoughts. And I’m doing this on my phone, so I have a few more restrictions, but imma fix it when I come back home to my laptop! 

Okay, I’ve fixed it a little. Thank you to the people who have already liked/reblogged this, you have no idea how much I appreciate it! 

Enjoy!

 ::: 

Noise went in one ear and out the other as you scrolled down on Twitter. The scene of families reuniting and couples running into each others arms made you miss him more, so you kept your eyes trained on the screen. 

‘Soon’ you said to yourself in your head. 

You had promised your best friend Shawn, to meet him when he came back from tour. It had been long months without him. Your personal sun in the dark box called life. 

The thing was, you had come a bit too early, so now you had been standing where you were supposed to meet for an hour. His flight wouldn’t land for another ten minutes. 

“Sarah!” 

“Evan!”

You looked up to see a boy coming out from where he had landed. He ran to a girl with blonde hair and wrapped his arms around her, spinning her around in the air. Her giggles seemed to fill the whole room. And then they kissed, and you looked away. 

Shawn wasn’t your boyfriend, but you loved him anyway. Right before he left, you’d had fight. It was stupid, about Shawn’s new friend Olivia. It was honestly the most stupid thing you’d ever argued about before, because you knew it wasn’t anything to argue about. It was the big, green monster inside you rearing its ugly head. You had made up the day after. Not a shocker there, you had never been mad at each other for longer than a day. 

You looked up again as a new wave of people came out from the entrance. And there he stood in all his glory. He stopped as you made eye contact, making a few angry people bump into him, but he didn’t stop staring at you. Then he started taking long strides towards you. He threw the little backpack he had hanging on one shoulder down on the ground. His manager picked it up, but you didn’t care. All you could think about was your best friend almost running to you with a determined look on his face. You’d thought he would hug you.

 Maybe lift you up from the ground and spin you around, like the boy, Evan had done to his girlfriend Sarah. So when he grabbed your face and crashed his lips onto yours, you were shocked. So shocked in fact, that you froze in the position you were in. But he kept moving his warm, soft lips towards yours, and eventually you melted. 

His arms, which he had wrapped around your waist, tightened its grip. Your fingers went into his silky-soft locks, and you felt yourself go dizzy, either from all the endorphins spinning around in your head or from the lack of oxygen. 

“Hi.” He whispered with swollen lips when you finally pulled away. 

He leant his forehead against yours as you whispered hi back. 

“We’ve never said hi to each other like that before.” You said, a smile tugging on your lips. 

“Do you want to start say hi like that?” 

You bit your lip before pecking his lips. 

“I would love that.”

So... yeah, Iris West...

EDITED TO SAY SOME TRULY NICE FOLKS (NOT BEING SARCASTIC) HAVE POINTED OUT THAT I’VE MISTAGGED THIS POST AND SHOULD HAVE PUT ANTI IN FRONT OF THE TAGS I USED. I NOW KNOW AND WILL BE MINDFUL GOING FORWARD.

TO THE OTHER VULGAR INDIVIDUALS THAT ARE SO DISCONNECTED FROM REALITY THAT THEY COULD NOT HAVE CIVIL BANTER OVER A FICTIONAL CHARACTER ON A TELEVISION SHOW, I SUGGEST THERAPY MAYBE? OR SOME DECAF. THANKS FOR THE REMINDER THAT IT DOENS’T TAKE MUCH TO TIP PEOPLE INTO THE DARK SIDE OF THEIR PERSONALITIES. I’LL LEAVE THE TAGS AS IS JUST FOR THOSE WHO IT DEEPLY OFFENDED TO THE POINT YOU’VE DEBASED YOURSELVES JUST AS A REMINDER OF HOW LOW YOU ARE AS A PERSON.

Potential spoilers inside…

I’m not sure how many people out there will agree with me but Iris West is one of the most annoying characters on tv everrrrrr. She is my least favorite person on tv right now for so many reasons. Yes yes, she’s who supposed to end up with Barry but man does she rub me the wrong way! 

Where do I start? 

1. Iris is manipulative (ultimatums thrown at Eddie, flirting with Barry after she finds out he’s interested in Linda etc)

2. Iris is a control freak

3. Iris has a deep seated need to belong and so inserts herself where she does not belong (much like Laurel from Arrow)

4. Really, what is her role in the group??

From the beginning, I never liked how Iris didn’t seem to know that Barry liked her or was in love with her. It’s a ridiculous idea that she was so clueless to the way he looked at her at the very least! And this is after years and years of them knowing each other. This is one of her smaller sins and I guess for the sake of the show, we’ll have to suspend our belief here.

She was particularly nasty when Eddie couldn’t share with her what was going on at work with The Flash (thanks to Joe) and really, why should he share sensitive work stuff when she herself would have died before revealing a source to anyone? Double standard much? She then only starts flirting with Barry once Linda came on the scene. Yuck. I feel as though, if he and Felicity were to be given a chance around that time (not now tho - OLICITY ALL THE WAY! LOL!) Iris would not have stood a chance because Felicity would have been his rock and his intellectual equal. She’s sexy as hell and would be able to talk sense in to him when needed. Iris would not have been able to realistically squeeze in there between them.

As the show has gone on and she’s now in the know, she spends her days at the lab (seriously, does she work anymore?) getting in the way, literally running from one team member to the next asking questions and really just being useless. Over time, she’s just grown to be the one who opposes everything or the one who causes trouble whenever she decides to work for a living and be a “reporter”. How many times has Iris put herself in the way for the team (read Barry) to come rescue her? It’s like she knows she’s utterly useless and when she’s particularly down and out about it, she runs off to do something dumb to have them come save her and reassure her that she’s valid. Last season I was cheering when I saw that Savitar had “killed” her. That probably makes me not so nice BUT remember it’s just a character not a real person LOL! They killed off another character who had a chance at love so that she could survive and so that she and Barry could continue their dance.

Let’s talk about when Wally got his powers. Oh man, the green eyed monster reared its ugly head once again. She was so upset that she began throwing tantrums and outright forbidding her grown brother from using his powers all under the guise of her fearing for his safety. Come on! It was so obvious that she was jealous that everyone around her (except for her dad who really didn’t care for all that) had powers and she didn’t. She tried to scare Wally in to sitting out missions and when that didn’t work, she tried to guilt him. When that too failed, she went sulking to Barry who molly coddled her as usual. He then proclaimed that he couldn’t do what he did without her. Like seriously, Barry, nearly everyone on the team, past and present, even those from other shows namely Oliver and Felicity have been able to reassure and point Barry in the right direction. Iris really is not needed.

Fast forward to when the Samurai came to town demanding that The Flash come out and play and while Barry was in in his stupor (side bar - see what I’m talking about when I say that Iris is one contrary cow? The team wants to bring back Barry and she’s all NO! and she’s scared and then gets angry that Sisco - being an independent person and a friend of Barry’s - goes ahead and works on bringing him back. Like Sisco needed her darned permission! I think that she just liked being in charge and pushing everyone around in Barry’s absence. SMH!) she goes up to the Samurai and gets it to take her so that Barry would be so shook he’d come out of his stupor and go save her. Sigh. It worked and that annoyed me. It would have been great to see that absolutely fail and she have an “OH CRAP” moment. But nah, the show went all cliche and he snapped out of it in time to save her. 

Yay.

Last week’s episode made me grind my teeth when she got all mad that Barry was doing his thing (the writers wanted to show that she had some worth by making him make extra stupid decisions that made her look like she was right) and not consulting her. Like really, he has to ask her to blow off “training”? He’s the darned Flash that came back better than when he went in and she wants him to consult with her on training? Yep, not controlling at all. And that speech she gave him about he’s not The Flash, We are The Flash - GRRRRRR - she’s almost as needy as Laurel was in The Arrow… hiding behind bushes watching Sarah and Oliver go save the day. I’ve never rejoiced more so than when Laurel kept getting beaten up in the beginning LOLOL! Man, when can we see Iris getting some humble pie served to her? Poor Barry, that crap can only work on him because he’s so smitten with her. Might not work with another guy but Barry’s an easy fish. 

And now to yesterday’s episode when they were in forced therapy (we see Iris forcing therapy and a wedding on this poor sap and so as not to upset her, he goes along with it even though he has misgivings about it) she blurts out how angry she is with him because he just left her there (and went in to the speed force) - I was so mad when she said that. Like, wasn’t the world around them LITERALLY tearing apart because of the void in the speed force? Did he have a choice? Was there an easy and immediate option for them other than him going in to the speed force and correcting his mistake? How was it now all about her? Barry did not have a choice and this is just another but BIG example of how this character twists things to make everything all about her. 

She’s manipulated her father, her brother, been nasty to her dying mother, played with both Barry’s and Eddie’s emotions and forced herself on a team that has been doing fine without her interference. She knows she won’t be missed if she ACTUALLY went to work - so she continues to be there in the lab being one of the most annoying characters on tv right now.

GRRRRR.

Medusa | Part 3 | Draco Malfoy x Reader x Blaise Zabini

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader x Blaise Zabini

Requested: Kinda, Im mashing a ton of requests in one so look out for your requests throughout this series.

Requests: Open!

Part 3 of at least 5 

                Part 1 Part 2

Summary: You’ve fallen in love with your best friend, Draco Malfoy, who has just started dating Pansy Parkinson. After your date with Blaise Zabini, you find that not only are there butterflies in your stomach everytime you’re with him, but that Draco seems to have turned on you. Fluffy an ANGSTY

Warnings: swearing

Words: 3708

A/n: Mehhhh I dont know if I like this. i was super excited about this series but I dont know if it’s going where I want it to. Anyways, the one thing I am super happy about it the little angry speech the reader gives at the end, I had thought about it and perfected for days before I finally typed it up. Thank you for reading. Reblogs and Feedback are always greatly appreciated. 


“Hey Medusa!” You woke to Pansy screech at you.

             You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. You knew you still had a couple hours before the time you said that you’d meet Blaise. “What do you want, Parkinson?”

             “You’re Draco’s best friend, which outfit do you think he’d like better?” She held motioned to the clothes lying on her bed. You were amused by the amount of stress she had put on the word ‘friend’, and it made you wonder how threatened by you she was. Taking the covers off, you sat up, eyeing the clothes. They were both hideous, in your opinion. For someone with as much money as her family had you’d think she’d have a better fashion sense.

             “The one on the left.” While you didn’t consider yourself to be a petty person, you did admit you had picked the uglier out of the two. Figuring that you were now awake, you might as well get up. You took your time getting ready, making yourself up and picking out a nice outfit. You, unlike Pansy, knew how to dress yourself effectively.

             As you walked outside to where you were supposed to meet Blaise, you spotted Draco and Pansy who were also walking toward the entrance to Hogsmeade. Draco let out a low whistle when he saw you.

             “I always forget how nice you clean up, Y/N,” He smirked, and you heard Pansy let out a frustrated huff.

             “I don’t know how you forget considering you’ve been my partner to every ball since we were toddlers.” You monotone, but your heart flutters at his compliment.

             “Let’s go, Dracey!” Parkinson whines and you raise your eyebrow slightly at Draco, asking an unspoken question of how in the hell do you put up with that.

             He just shakes his head before giving into his girlfriend’s whims, walking away with her. Waiting for Blaise, you leaned against a tree and surveyed your surroundings. The leaves were changing color, much to your delight, covering the landscape in different shades of orange and red.

             “I hope you weren’t waiting long.” Blaise’s voice is soft as he steps into your vision, eyeing you carefully, “You look nice.”

             “Thank you, as do you.” You can tell he dressed up as well, picking more formal casual clothes. It was sweet, you thought, that you both knew each other for most of your lives yet both of you were still dressing up to try and impress each other.

             “Shall we?” He asks, holding out his arm for you to take.

             “We shall.” You smiled, linking your arm with his. The two of you first went to Honeydukes, picking out candy to snack on before going to the typical date spot of Hogwarts couples, the clearing behind the fence of the Shrieking Shack. Lounging, you two enjoyed each other’s company, making light conversation.

             “Why did you ask me out?” Blaise asked suddenly after a lull in the conversation.

             You frown slightly, flicking your eyes to look at him before turning your head to face him. “What do you mean?”

             “I mean, why did you ask me on this date?”

             “Because I am interested in you and wanted to see if things could work between us?” You phrased it as a question, unsure as to what he was getting at. “Why?”

             “Wondering if you were feeling the heat of cuffing season and was looking to find someone quick.” He teased you, smiling, though you could tell there was another reason why he had asked.

             “Blaise.” You say simply, as if to tell him you knew that wasn’t the real reason he asked. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, something you had never quite felt the need to do before.

             “I’m not lying, I was worried that you were feeling a bit pressured because your best friend had paired up that it meant that you needed to as well.” His voice was soft, but you could tell he was nervous by the way he played with his fingers and watched the birds fly by with far more interest than normal. He was beautiful. His elegant, high society features, and you swore you could drown getting lost in his big brown eyes. Maybe you had been overlooking him for far too long, too caught up in unrequited love to notice the gem in front of you the entire time.

             Nodding, the corners of your mouth quirk up in amusement, “That’s not the case, I can assure you.” Was it though? You ask yourself.

             “Good, because I like you, Y/N.” Blaise reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it.

             “I like you too, Blaise.” You squeeze his hand in return and stand up, “How about we warm up with some Butterbeer? This autumn air is getting to me.”

             “Would you like my jacket?” He offers, still holding your hand as you stroll down the path that led back into downtown.

             “No, but thank you.” You two resolve into comfortable silence, which was something you were quite fond of about Blaise. He didn’t feel the need to fill the silence, rather, he let it linger and hang in the air with warmth and meaning, not wasting word. “I was nervous to ask you out, I will admit.”

             “Were you?”

             “Yes, you’re very… selective, and I was worried I wouldn’t make the cut.” You chuckle quietly, glancing at him.

             “You’re absolutely oblivious.” He laughs quietly as well with a shake of his head, “I’ve been trying to let you know I had feelings for you for months, you just didn’t notice.”

             Your heart fluttered at the thought as you remembered all the times it should have been obvious to you that Blaise was courting you. The way he took care of you, the gifts you’d find from him with a note that said ‘made me think of you’, all the time he asked to spend with you. You had to kick yourself for being, as he said, so oblivious.

             Getting butterbeer together was sweet and quiet, idly talking about whatever came to mind. Several times you wondered if dating him would really be any different from how you were together already besides more kissing and physical contact, but you also wondered the same thing about Draco at times.

             “Well if isn’t the stoic couple.” Pansy’s voice cut through the air like a dull knife, and you shared a look with Blaise before turning to look at the other couple. “Do you mind if we join you?” She asks as she sits down and drags Draco down with her.

             “Well seeing as you’ve already sat down I don’t think we have much say in it.” You comment in a monotone. The day was going well, the last thing you wanted was to deal with Pansy and have jealousy rear its ugly head. The green feeling bubbled in your stomach as you watched your best friend drape his arm over the pug-nosed girl.

             The rest of the afternoon was a bitter one for you, but you felt better with Blaise by your side, smiling at him when he took your hand under the table. Though the misfortunate events of the afternoon would quickly turn around with the quidditch match that night.

             It was neck and neck between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and you knew you needed to either score another goal or Draco needed to catch the snitch, and based on the lost look in his eye as he scanned the field, he couldn’t find it. You growled to yourself as you dodged a bludger that a Ravenclaw Beater had hit at you, quaffle under your arm. Ignoring Lee Jordan’s overexaggerated narrating and the scolding from McGonagall, you wove between players as you raced toward the goal. Time was running out, you remind yourself, a clock ticking in the back of your mind. Nearing the goal, you positioned the quaffle and got ready to throw it, but immediately you noticed two opposing players racing towards you from either side, making it seem almost impossible to fly to the goal. Cursing to yourself you raised your arm to throw the ball and yanked your broom into a sudden halt, which pitched you forward in the process. It was a risky move, but it would give you enough momentum to throw it far enough past the two and hopefully hard enough to get past the keeper and into the goal.

             Holding on tightly with your left hand, the momentum was enough to throw you forward and off of your sitting position on your broom. Reaching up with your right hand you were able to pull yourself from dangling in midair and back onto your broom as you watched the quaffle sail over the players, past the keeper, and into the goal, successfully winning the game for Slytherin. A grin spread across your cheeks as Jordan announced the win, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

             The crowd from the green tower cheered and all of the players quickly landed on the field to run and dog pile in the middle. As you ran to the group, they all met you with cheers and hugs. As Blaise came into view of all the people, he opened his arms when he saw you, a dazzling smile on his lips. You rushed forward, and before you knew what you were doing, you had your hands on the back of his neck and your lips were on his.

             He kissed back instantly, his hands going to your waist, but it was all over too fast as someone else wanted to congratulate you on your daring move that won the game. You were too busy to notice that there was someone who had been standing slightly behind and to the left of Blaise, his arms also open. You also didn’t notice the look of hurt that washed over his pale face as you kissed one of his closest friends.

             “Are you sure you’re not a Gryffindor with a brave move like that?” Montague teased you, clapping you on the shoulder.

             “You should know by now a Slytherin can be brave if it’s a means to an end.” You joked back, your icy guard dropping briefly in excitement.

             The after party in the Slytherin common room was one for the history books. Blaise was by your side the entire night, his hand rarely leaving your waist as you leaned into his side and marveled how perfectly you fit together.

             “Draco, where have you been, I haven’t seen you at all tonight.” You ask your best friend as he finally approaches you. With his white hair windblown and his eyes downcast, he rubs the back of his neck nervously. You tilt your head slightly at this, confused as to what had him acting so oddly.  He should be celebrating the win, not moping around. Not to mention, he never avoided you, and during parties the two of you most always stood together, similar to how you acted at balls and other events. Running through your head everything that could have him acting this way, you chalked it up to his pride being hurt that you had won the game and he couldn’t find the snitch.

             “Yeah, I’m not feeling to good, I’m going to turn in early.” He obviously fakes a cough, which has both you and Blaise frowning. As Draco walks away you tell Blaise that you’d be right back and that you were going to make sur everything was okay with your friend.

             “Draco, what’s wrong?” You ask after you follow him up to his dorm.

             “Nothing is wrong.” He says shortly, pulling out schoolwork and pretending to work on it.

             “It’s okay that you didn’t catch the snitch, it happens, you can’t get it every time.” You say softly as you reach out to touch his arm to comfort him.

             “You think that’s why I am upset?” He snaps his head up to look at you, yanking his arm from your grasp.

             Putting your hands up in defeat, you move back to give him space. “Tell me why you’re upset then if that’s not the issue.”

             “Get out.” His voice is harsh and you flinch. He never talked to you this way. “Didn’t you hear me, get out.”

             You get up quickly and walk out, slamming the door behind you as you fight the heat rising to your face.

             “You okay?” The boy who you believe to be your boyfriend now asks.

             “Yeah, I just need some fire whiskey.”


             The next morning was not a pleasant one as you wake up with a pounding headache.

             It especially wasn’t pleasant when you hear Pansy talking to Millicent about how good of a kisser Draco was.

             “Pansy, shut the fuck up I am trying to sleep,” You growl as you pull a pillow over your head.

             “Aw,” You hear Millicent coo, “Y/N has a hangover.”

             “Millicent.” You warn, though you’re already too awake to go back to sleep.

             “I didn’t know gorgons could get hangovers.” Pansy teased, twirling a strand of hair around her finger and smirking at you.

             “Everytime you speak you embody the term ‘harpy’ more and more.” You counter, pulling yourself out of bed and rummaging through your trunk for a hangover cure potion, ignoring the offended gasp you got in response.

             The rest of the Sunday was mostly uneventful, that was, until you were at dinner in the Great Hall with Blaise, Theo, Draco, and Pansy. As you were sitting and chatting leisurely, you failed to notice the scarred boy who walked up behind you.

             “Great job yesterday at the match, that was a great win, Y/N.” Harry says, a goofy smile on his face and his hands in his pockets as he stands between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables.              

             “Thank you,” The corners of your lips quirk up slightly in what Harry believes is a smile.

             “You still my partner in potions?” He asks, and you think he is trying to keep the conversation going since you had already said you’d be his potions partner.

             “Have I done something that would make you think otherwise?”

             “No, just making sure.” He stands there for a moment longer, as if he was attempting to come up with something else to say or waiting for you to say something.

             “I’ll see you tomorrow in class?” You say, raising an eyebrow, cueing him to leave. He was a curious fellow, you think to yourself. You were a Slytherin, and friends with his sworn enemy, why on earth did he insist on continuing to talk to you? Not that you minded, you did admit, he seemed like a genuine person, and could take a joke, as he proved the other day when you yelled across the hall at him. It was just that you were worlds apart, so why?

             “Oh, right, yeah, see you tomorrow.” Harry laughs a bit bashfully before going and sitting next to the rest of the golden trio.

             “So, Potter’s flirting with you now, ey? Aren’t you supposed to be with Blaise?” Draco gestured between you and your boyfriend, a familiar sneer finding its way to his lips as he spoke loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “Oh right, why would you be faithful to someone you’re using. Everyone knows you’re just with Blaise as a poor attempt at either replacing me or making me jealous, since you’re obviously in love with me. You can stop acting like a whore now.” He had a smug look on his face as he tilted his nose in the air, pleased with himself as Pansy snickered next to him.

Draco opened his mouth to speak again but before he could get another word out you had shot up and on top of the table, one knee on the table top and the other foot back against the bench as you grabbed him by the tie and hoisted him up to look you in the eye.

             “Listen here you pompous, spoiled, pitiful, little git, how I ever considered you a friend let alone my closest one is beyond me. Don’t flatter yourself, Malfoy, how anyone would be inclined to love you is something I don’t think I will ever understand. You’re nothing but a coward with feet too small to fill the shoes to walk in his father’s footsteps. You bully your way around everyone here as if it will give you power but all is does it make you look like a pathetic twat. And now you’ve even dared to challenge me, which we both know is a huge mistake, since we also both know that I have knowledge of things about you that you would not like spreading about.” You snarl threateningly, your eyes aflame as you stare into his silver ones. He tries to pull back, move from the awkward position, hunched forward over the table, that you had him in, but you grip on the silver and green tie held tight. During your little speech, you noticed that your three companions had all shot up, unsure what to do besides watch in horror.

             “Is that a threat?” Draco growled back, but much to your pleasure, you saw fear flash across his grey eyes.          

             “Call me a whore again and I can assure you it’s a promise.” The sounds of whispers found its way to your ears and you had no doubt that you were garnering the attention of the entire Great Hall. All eyes on you two as they took in the spectacle.

             “Wait till my fath-“ He starts but your bitter laugh cuts him off.

             “Oh, your father? Your signature threat. Only, it will not work on me and you very well know it. My name is on the same standing as yours, and my father also holds yours by the balls with all the information he knows about Lucius and his dealings. With so little as a figurative flick of his wrist, you and your entire family tree would find itself castrated. So, go ahead, threaten me with your father, see what happens. See if you’ll have a manor to go back to over holiday.” Based on the fault in his glare you knew he knew you were right, as usual. “As I said before, you’re pathetic, you can’t even stand up to me alone. Coward.”

             “Ms. Y/L/N, unhand Mr. Malfoy this instant.” You heard McGonagall shout from behind you. Letting go of your supposed best friend’s tie, you shoved him backward for good measure. As the back of his calves caught the bench, he went spilling backwards, yelping as he hit the ground with a thud.

             “Officially unhanded.” You regain composure easily, climbing back off the table and brushing your hands over your clothes to smooth them, your signature blank stare dropping onto your features.

             “In Y/N’s defense, professor, he did call her a whore.” You hear Blaise say and your head snaps to look at him. The last thing you wanted to do was drag him into it.

             “No matter what someone calls someone else, violence is never excusable. Twenty points from Slytherin.” The professor shakes her head in disappointment, but you note you didn’t get a detention when you very well should have.

             Turning on your heal, you stalk out of the Great Hall, ignoring the dozens of eyes on you.

             “Y/N, wait up,” You heard your beau call out behind you, jogging to keep up. “You’re not a whore.”

             “It doesn’t matter if I am. Even if I was, it’s none of Malfoy’s damn business. He just can’t handle that the world doesn’t revolve around him.” You huff as you walk towards the common room.

             “Do you want to go for a walk?” He asks, and you could tell that he was worried. It wasn’t every day that you threaten your best friend like you did.

             You did and you didn’t. You wanted to be alone, but you also wanted to be with the man who was actually worth your time and energy at the moment and the cool night air would probably help to clear your head. You didn’t understand what was causing Draco to act this way towards you, normally, much to everyone’s surprise, he was a wonderful and supportive friend to you. Hell, he even put your needs before his own sometimes, which was saying something. So as the words left his mouth in the Great Hall you felt something in your chest crack, and with that crack came a flood of hellfire. No one was going to get away with treating you that way, not even your best friend and the man you thought you loved.

             Blinking away tears, you shook your head, “I think I just want to stay in, can we go to one of our dorms?”

             Blaise nodded, taking your hand and leading you down to the dungeons and up to his room. “Would you like to stay here for the night?” He asks, cupping your face and whipping away a stray tear.

             It was your turn to nod now, not trusting your own voice. You had only ever shared a bed to sleep with Draco before. Sure, you had had sex before, but never had you shared the same bed with someone in your most vulnerable unconscious state with anyone other than your best friend, you did grow up together after all, and you wondered if you truly wanted to break that streak.

             After handing you some of his clothes to sleep in, he turned his back so you could change. Ever a gentleman, you think to yourself as you slip a t shirt over your head and tie his sweatpants to they fit around your waist. When you finished, you both climbed into the four-poster bed together. That night was the first night you and Blaise slept together, not sexually, just curled up next to one another, your head on his chest and his arm around your waist. It was perfectly sweet and chaste, and it made your stomach flutter with happiness despite the horrid events from earlier. Your last thoughts before sleep overtook you was that you could get use to this.

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A/N pt. 2: I am super fucking proud of the line “ You’re nothing but a coward with feet too small to fill the shoes to walk in his father’s footsteps.” I worked so hard on that. 

ANyways, thanks for reading, I hoped you enjoy.

Why Her? (Part 4)

Prompt: You’re in love with Chris Evans…but your best friend is dating him

Warning: language, adult content-ish? jealousy, drama-rama

Word count: 784

Note: This is for one of my bestest friends. I hope she enjoys it! @amarvelouswritings This will feature Sebastian Stan and OFC Lexi. This is a drabble/short chapter series. Beta’d by the perfect @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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You arrived on set for work and immediately your boss told you that Chris’ makeup artist was out with the flu and you needed to handle him and Sebastian and Anthony. This was going to be a long day.

But as soon as you got to Chris he greeted you with a sweet, warm smile and even a hug, and all your worries and stress melted away.

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HOW TO MANAGE JEALOUSY IN RELATIONSHIPS

Jealousy is one of those emotions that’s hard to pin down. It’s part anger, part fear, and it can be entirely bad for relationships if it gets out of hand. Don’t get me wrong - it’s natural to feel a pang of jealousy if your partner is talking to an attractive guy or girl. But there are limits.

When jealousy becomes a problem is when we let it control us. If you feel overwhelming sadness, hurt, anger and anxiety whenever your partner pays attention to someone else, it’s a problem. If you find yourself fighting with your partner over jealousy, it’s a problem. And if you’re at the point where you’re invading your partner’s privacy or forbidding them from seeing friends, then it is definitely a problem. 

Learning to control jealousy is a skill that needs to be practiced over time, and I know it can be especially difficult if you’ve been betrayed before, but it’s a skill that’s worth mastering. Here’s a quick 5-step guide to get you started:

1. Separate jealous feelings from actions. It is okay to FEEL jealous, deep inside you. It is not okay to ACT jealous. When you act on your jealousies - by snooping on your partner, demanding to know their whereabouts at all times, or confronting your perceived romantic rival - your relationship will suffer, and it will make the jealousy worse. 

When you feel jealous, keep a close eye on your behaviour. Ask yourself “Am I about to say or do this thing because of jealousy?”. Isolating the feelings is the first step to improving your relationship, and resolving the issue.

2. Think about the root of the problem. Jealousy doesn’t come out of nowhere - it comes from things that, deep down, we feel insecure about. And we all have things we feel insecure about. I’ve got pretty nice boobs. I don’t think my boyfriend could find a girl that can out-boob me. No jealousy there. But I feel insecure about my weight, and the ugly green dragon starts to rear its head when he notices a skinnier girl. 

Instead of barring our partners from ever interacting with people who have the things we feel insecure about - clear skin, nice bodies, thick hair, etc - it’s important to address our own insecurities. Speak more kindly to yourself. Learn to love and accept your body. List off the things that make you feel good about yourself. It’s not easy to address the root of the problem, but it’s important. 

3. Take a moment to think about the good things in your relationship. For some people, jealousy is so overpowering that they feel physically ill when their partner is hanging out with someone else. Jealousy can make you worry that your partner has fallen out of love with you, or that the relationship is doomed; neither of those is a good thing to have rattling around in your brain. 

When you feel yourself starting to doubt the relationship, step back and think about the good things in your relationship. Think about all the times you’ve had fun with your partner. The kind things you do for each other. The inside jokes you have. The secrets you tell each other. Remember that your partner hanging out with someone else does not mean that they want to get rid of all those good things; they just have other friends. 

4. Communicate with your partner. If jealousy is an ongoing problem for you - even if you don’t let it show - talk to your partner about it. This doesn’t mean that you should guilt-trip them, or tell them what they can and can’t do. Simply explain to your partner that you struggle sometimes, tell them how you feel, and tell them the kinds of things you are doing to manage it. 

Communication is vital for any healthy relationship, and it helps both of you to stay on the same page. If you get upset the fifth time your partner accepts a call from their ex, from their point of view, it came out of nowhere. Being honest about your struggles with jealousy keeps both of you in the loop, and turns it into a problem you can work on together.

5. Don’t feed your jealousy. This means no spying on your partner, and definitely no snooping through their personal messages or email. Doing that sort of thing is an unfair invasion of their privacy, and it’ll only lead to more jealousy, and more controlling behaviour. 

The best way to learn to manage your jealousy is to not give in to it. The first time your partner hangs out with a friend of their preferred gender, it might be a little tough. But each time it happens, and the relationship stays strong, it gets a little easier to trust in your partner and the relationship. For both of your sake, starve that jealousy - do not feed it. 

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MATURE

Bobby was, quite possibly, the most relaxed boyfriend you’d ever had. He was funny and silly, fights rarely lasted longer than a few hours, and he didn’t get jealous very easily. However, that’s not to say that he didn’t get jealous at all.

The only fights you could remember occurred when Bobby was jealous. Which was why you were more than reluctant to let him tag along to your photoshoot. You’d invited him along because it was his only off day before he headed to Japan for fansigns and concerts and you wanted to spend time with him, even if it was during the little breaks they gave you between shooting. However, that was before you were informed of the change in concept for the shoot.

You were informed, the day before the shoot, that the concept had been changed to something much more risqué. You would be dressed in much more revealing clothing than you’d anticipated and there would be a male model for you to pose with. You thoroughly regretted inviting Bobby to join you.

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Team Hunt

((I haven’t been able to sleep all week but I’ve just written fics and cried instead so we’re fine.))

Meredith feels a slight twinge of jealousy toward them. That first time, when they’re holding Kaitlyn close between them. She’s so tiny and precious, bright blue eyes and thin brown hair that Amelia can’t help but point out. Continually.
Watching them hover over their pink blanket, eyes making shifts between staring at their first baby and staring at each other…it almost nauseates her, how cute they are.
She feels sort of jealous of them.

And then Christopher comes, and god was his delivery intense. And Meredith knows that all her sister wants is to get this baby out but he just won’t budge, and so it’s an ER and Amelia holding Owen’s hand, breathing through the pain and hissing curses at the nurse through gritted teeth as she offers her pain meds.
But Owen has her out on her ass before Meredith can even move and then there he is, a perfect bundle of fresh tears, whose wailing only ceases upon feeling his mother’s skin on his.
And they’re crying, Owen and Amelia, as they introduce Kaitlyn to her new brother. And she kisses his nose, and they kiss her, and the scene is almost too perfect to be real.
She’s definitely jealous now.

She’s not cursing when the twins come out-nope, that’s a quick delivery. It’s as if the boys can’t wait to join the perfect little family. So when they come out with identical heads of red peach fuzz, and Amelia’s smile practically doubles in size, Meredith feels that familiar little green monster rearing its ugly head at her sister’s perfect family.
Until the boys start screaming.

The boys won’t stop screaming.
An 8-month pregnant Amelia covers her head with her hand, sighing and rubbing her eyes as they spin circles around Meredith’s kitchen.
“I don’t know, how about 5 kids?” Amelia laughs, in part to Meredith but mostly to herself. She watches as Ellis attempts to corral the twins, who have now taken to try and dismantle every object with a visible screw, nail, or handle.
“Sure, Owen. 5 kids sounds fun. It sounds magical, even. 5 little Owen-and-Amelia clones under 6 years old running around the house screaming "mommy” just for fun.“
But underneath the sarcasm Meredith can trace the lines of happiness that seem to encompass her sister’s being. And when they’re all tucked in for the night, the Hunt kids and her own, Amelia still has the energy to finish off the dishes from their dinner.
Yeah, that jealousy is still in there somewhere.

She gets to be there when Lucy is born.
Well, scratch that, Amelia is lucky that she’s there when Lucy is born.
Because it’s not enough to have your fifth kid, she thinks as she helps her swearing sister into birthing position. It just has to be that your fifth kid is born on a plane almost 2 entire months early.
Next to coolers full of donated organs.
"It was just supposed to be a quick flight.” Amelia groans, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
“I guess your daughter had other plans.”
Amelia laughs, rolling her eyes as she prepares to push. “Don’t they all.”

And when Owen Hunt receives a page to the emergency bay only to find his wife wheeled in along with their newborn daughter…when he clings to her, grabbing at her arm and stroking her hair as he rushes alongside the gurney even after they’d all assured him Amelia was alright…
Meredith would be lying if she’d said it didn’t make her miss Derek.

Meredith laughs at the scene before her, shaking her head.
“I don’t know how they haven’t died yet.”
“Or killed one of their kids.”
A row of surgeons stands staring down at the lobby from the glass bridge above. Among the usual bustle, three red heads and one darker one play in a couch corner of the lobby. Two identical boys have settled themselves on the couch, each with a monstrous pillow in their hands. A taller red head finds solace in a large armchair, watching the two other boys with a wary eye and closed mouth. The darker haired girl, however, stands at the foot of the couch with one finger pointed accusingly at them. She belts out orders in a voice so distinctly like her mothers’ that it makes Alex shudder.
“Or lost one. Remember when we almost left Bode in the grocery store?” Alex looks back at his wife, recounting the moment while putting his head in his hands.
“Don’t remind me, it makes us look like bad parents. The peds guy can’t even keep track of his own son.”
It makes Meredith feel good, in a way, to see her sister’s kids causing some kind of ruckus. An onlooker in the lobby rolls her eyes behind her copy of the newspaper, staring back at the corral of kids as if they’re infected.
“Alright, team Hunt.”
It’s an immediate reaction. The twins place their weapons back on the couch, Kaitlyn helping them down before leading them to their father’s voice. It’s as if the words have broken a spell-as if Owen Hunt has somehow become magical overnight.
“Well, that ruins the end of my fun.” Alex sighs, turning away from the view. The four eldest Hunt children stand in front of their father, chatting and hugging until their mother comes through the lobby.
Amelia hands Owen their youngest-another girl, finally-before turning into the oncoming assault of hugs.
“Hey, mom, guess what happened today?”
“Mom, Evan said that I-”
“Mom, mom!”
The chatter reverberates through the lobby and up to the glass bridge, where Meredith Grey is the last one standing. She watches the picturesque scene as her sister is mauled by her gaggle of children, grinning from dimple to dimple before standing up on her own.
Christopher immediately takes one of her free hands, leaving the twins and Kaitlyn to fight over which will get the other.
“Come on, it’s time for team Hunt to get out of here. Kaitlyn, hold your brother’s hands and stay next to me. When we get home you can have first turn on the big swing.”
It’s enough to stop the apparent meltdown, and the eldest Hunt grabs her younger brother’s hands, grinning in a way that only someone with Shepherd genes that’s won an argument has been prone to do.
Meredith watches the family walk away, an organized chaos, and smiles. That bit of jealousy is still there, in a way that only having Derek back could truly replace. But watching his sister 7 years sober with the rowdy family she’s always dreamed of, that jealousy soon turns into pride.
Derek would’ve been so proud of team Hunt.

You liked doctor!Luke, but at the same time you despised him. He was too perfect, and so you thought it mustn’t be true. Parents raved about how their sick children’s faces lit up at the sight of his twinkling blue eyes, patients wrote him extensive thank you notes after a surgery that went even better than predicted, and your fellow nurses even had the gall to fawn openly about him, proclaiming that his arms “looked like they’d been shaped by the gods.”

You sighed as you arranged some surgical equipment. Honestly, you admitted it: you didn’t hate Luke because he was mean to you—in fact, in was quite the contrary. A green-eyed monster lived inside your chest, rearing its ugly head whenever the blue-eyed doctor entered the room. You almost wanted him to be a complete asshole, but he wasn’t; he was sweet.

“Need some help?”

Speak of the devil, or, well, angel himself. He looked like he just got out of surgery, his hair mussed up and body dressed in scrubs.

“Oh, uh, no… it’s okay. Thanks.” you said.

Luke furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you sure? You’ve been working all day.”

You chuckled, gesturing to his attire. “So have you.”

Luke shrugged. “I don’t mind. Besides, it’ll go faster if there’s two of us.”

And before you could protest, he was beside you, arms brushing against yours as he arranged the tools.

In the hospital, the other nurses always gossiped, but it was a surprise when, a couple days after, you heard them mention your name. Eyebrow raising, you listened in and managed to hear one of them saying, “Dr. Hemmings… totally has a thing for Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop your mouth from gaping open, but after a second you closed it and snorted. What? Were these people crazy? There was no way.

But maybe you dismissed the idea too quickly, because Luke kept asking you to be on his surgical team and went out of his way to help you with whatever tasks you had that day, striking conversation and lingering around to talk to you even when he had somewhere to be and something to do.

It was still a surprise when, after another night of him helping you clean up a former inpatient room, he asked you.

“Y/N, uh, well, I was wondering if you would be interested in going out to dinner with me Saturday night?”

Your jaw dropped. “What?”

He cleared his throat, and for the first time in his life, you could swear that his usually steady hands were shaking. “I said-“

“Wait.” You were having a serious case of word vomit. “You want to go out with me? I’m not… as good as you. At anything.”

He scrunched his nose up. “What?

You swallowed, ready to repeat yourself, when he reached up and pushed a strand of hair out of your face. His eyes grew soft, that million-dollar smile that had little kids laughing taking over his face.

“Y/N,” he said, “you’re more perfect than you think you are. Promise. Besides, remember that heart surgery we did last week? I wouldn’t have been able to do that without you.”

You smiled, and suddenly all your jealously faded away. “Sure, Luke,” you told him, “dinner sounds great.”

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Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 32

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: Surprise Visit

Lucy walked up to the picnic tables a few minutes later, her eyes widening when she saw Natsu already sitting there. He had a tray piled high with food in front of him. Pocketing his phone, he looked up. “Oh, hey…” He looked down at the food, then back up at her. “I got us some food… I just got your text.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “H-how did you know I’d come out here?”

Natsu shrugged, then grabbed a small carton of chocolate milk. “You were taking too long to show up, so I thought you might’ve come out here instead…” He took a sip before finishing, “then I got your message, so I guess I was right.”

Lucy was about to say that he was incredibly sweet and thoughtful, but then Kyôka’s words popped into her head again. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind of that awful thought. ‘Natsu wouldn’t do that. He’s better than that… And even if he did… It’s not really my business… Him doing that doesn’t mean you can’t be friends with him…’

“You okay?” Natsu asked, raising a brow at her weird behavior.

Lucy’s eyes snapped open. She was about to tell him she was fine, but something else slipped out instead. “Do you have Sting’s number?”

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Hey Jealousy

One shot
Summary- you and Bucky weren’t serious, Were you? The line becomes blurred.
Relationships: Bucky X reader/ Steve reader
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark.
Warnings:language, smut, tad bit of angst, unprotected sex, little dash of rough Steve,
Words:2380

A/N: I’m so nervous about this one. Let me know what you think.

“How long’s this mission gonna last?” You questioned, crossing your arms. Buck can’t deny how cute you are when you’re angry.

“Y/n. Not long. Its just Nat, come on! I know you’re Not.. jealous.. right?”
The side of Buckys lip turned up in a slight smirk.
He glanced at your face, hoping he’d see an inkling that you wanted to become more-with him. In this aspect you were the same, always hiding your true feelings. Always afraid you’d become hurt- or worse.
Bucky huffed at the scowl you were trying to hide. Was That jealousy behind your beautiful eyes?- the green eyed monster, rearing its ugly head?

“You’re going undercover with a beautiful woman, posing as a couple?”
You bit your lip, looking him over. Maybe you are blowing this out of proportion.

“That shouldn’t matter, if you trust me. Besides- you and I-we’re just dating.” He commented, briskly passing you, gripping his bag.

That last bit hurt.You turned, opening
Your mouth with a retort, then shutting it quickly. You decided against starting a fight before he left. Like he said, it’s only a mission.

Steve sat at the bar again, alone. Not that it mattered. Bucky has been doing well with His progress, the nightmares were fading, he has been coming out of his shell, although that was more your doing than Steves . Of Course it was you, it was and has always been you.

Helping track Bucky down-you.
Pep talks before and after missions-you. Tending to both of their wounds-you. Making everyone laugh during distraught times, checking that everyone atleast ate two meals aday,
and let’s not forget, stole his heart- you.
Steve tossed back another shot, filled with Thor’s Asgardian drink from the flask hidden in his leather jacket. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he nonchalantly turned toward the person taking a seat next to him.

“Hiya Steve, mind if I join you?” You asked, Removing your jacket, placing it over the back of the chair.

Well, speak of the devil.

Steve looked you over, signaling the bar tender, “another shot please.” Steve refused to meet your gaze, forcing back the burning liquid.

“Are.. You ok? Why are you- you know this stuff doesn’t have an affect on you right? Or did your age finally catch up with you gramps and suddenly- Alzheimer’s!”
You smiled, nudging him with your elbow, resting your arms onto the bar.

Steve chucked placing the glass down. “Well, It gives me a nice buzz and.. I could use a partner?” He lifted an eye brow to you, giving you that good boy smile. you smiled back, staring down at the table.

“Nah, I know what that does to me.” Steve, shrugged his shoulders,
“Suit yourself.” Again taking a shot to his lips, swallowing it down with a hiss.

Your phone rang, you turned away with a soft,’ hold on’

“Yeah stark. Uh huh. Yeah, he. Um. Well like it’s you’re business, but not in the best of terms. ”

Tony’s breath hitched.“ First of all sweetness, everything that goes on in this tower is my business. Secondly, What do you mean ‘not the best terms’ aren’t you two a item yet? No? well, yeah-this complicates things.”
He sighed observing his monitor, watching Bucky and Romanoff share a
heated kiss. He viewed the second monitor, noticing they were going the opposition direction of where they needed to go.
“Oh come on- not the bedroom, not the bedroom- DAMN IT GUYS!”
Tony grunted, throwing his earpiece.


“Wait, Tony. What Happened? He- he what? Oh, no. That’s- that’s fine. Really. NO! God Tony, please don’t do that!
I’m serious, ok? I’m actually…out with Steve.”
You turned winking at him, Steves brow bent down, observing you figit in your seat. “Besides-Stark, we were just dating. No biggie. ”

You hung up before Tony could get a word in, sliding your phone back into your pocket, “Steve, I think I’ll have that drink now.”

————-

He placed a hand on your thigh while the bartender placed six shots infront of you both.
“Ok so tell me, What happened Y/n? What did Tony want?” Steve fully turned around facing you. You felt weird as his knee bumped yours.

“Oh no, nothing really. Anyway, why are you here again? Moping around?” You tried meeting his gaze, you knew Steve would see through the facade.

“Come on!, you were never really good at lying, atleast to me.” Steve grined, a chuckle leaving his lips, grabbing another shot.

You laughed, it was true. Try as you might, nothing from you ever got past Steve. You didn’t want to talk ill of his best friend, it felt wrong.

“It’s ok Steve. I mean, Bucky just-”

“Ofcourse it’s Bucky..”
Steve spoke with a defeated breath, removing his hand from your leg,
rolling his eyes.

“Wait- what’s that suppose to mean?”
You asked, holding your third shot,
Pausing it infront of your lips.

“Nothing- forget I.. What’d he do this time?”

—————-

Steve leaned up against your door, kissing you roughly- all teeth and tongue, having one hand on your waist, the other fumbling with your keys.

“Steven…” You purred in his ear, sucking it softly. “I thought you said you- sir, couldn’t get drunk?” Even as you whispered, Steve picked up the slur in your speech.

“I- I don’t. I mean, I can’t. I just get a nice buzz hats all. ” Steve stopped, “I mean, that’s all, not hats. Because that, would be silly. Ha! Hats- Don’t look at me that way, ok so maybe I had some of like.. just a tiny bit of Thor’s assgard -”
you both broke out in uproarious laughter. “I mean Asgardian-shhhh!”
Steve attempted to put a finger over your mouth, holding you close to him.
You both giggle profusely as your door finally opened , you both crash down onto your carpet. You land ontop of Steve, his hands finding their way to your hips, face to face now, your laughter fades. Yes, now is the perfect time to sober up.

“Oh. Yeah. I’m. Home. Th- thanks for making sure I got here safely. You never know how safe the tower is at night, ya know!” You tried to break the tension that had risen between the two of you. You started pushing yourself up from Steves body. He kept a firm hold on you, looking at your lips,
“Well, We don’t know if your room is safe! Danger could be lurking at every corner…” Steve breathed, as you neared his face.

“I guess you have to stay and make sure that I’m safe, right? You’ll always make sure that I’m safe… and taken care of, won’t you Steve?”
The words bearly left your throat, looking into his mesmerizing eyes.

You closed the gap between you, his hand moving up your back, you kissed him softly. It was different from before, till his hand went into your long tresses. He tugged on it, pulling your head back, letting his tongue roam around
your mouth. He rolled you over, you giggled again, “what’s so funny?” He gazed at your face, lips swollen, pink and parted.

“The door, Steven.” You snickered.

“Oh. Yeah.” He smiled, face flushed, sitting up on his knees pushing it closed.

He kept his eyes locked on you, on his knees- between your Legs.

Well shit.

You sat up to meet him, he met you halfway, leaning down kissing you, rubbing his fingers on your hips.

When you slowed the make out session you leaned over to his hear, “What are you waiting for?” You breathed, panting from the lack of breath.
Steve pulled back looking into your eyes, he removed you shirt, over your head, tossing it to the side. You lifted the hem of his, taking the hint- removing it as well. He lumes over
you now. Between kisses, you
marvel at his muscles, how they move- flexed as he touches you. Steve ran a hand down your stomach , into your pants, you gasped and the feeling,gripping his shoulders tighter.

“Oh. You like that, don’t you Y/n.”
You nodded, pulling at his pants,
“off” your voice rasped, sucking
the skin on his neck. He let out a deep moan following your instructions.
You started removing your pants as well,
“Y/n I’ve wanted you-”

“Steve, lets not mess this up by talking”

“Right. Though can I say you’re fucking beautiful? And don’t think I missed those little moans of yours ” he’s hot breath fanned across Your face.

Jesus. Take me to church.

He kissed down your neck, dipping his hand into your underwear, calmly touching your soaked pussy.

“Fuck, Y/n you’re so wet, is this from me?” Steve nuzzled into your neck biting you gently, you moaned pulling him closer, toward you, pushing his finger inside of you, he moaned into your mouth.

“God, babe, I have to taste you,
You’re so wet.” Pushing a second finger into you as you began stroking his cock.
“Steve, is all this from little ol me?” You smirked, batting your eyes. He looked down at you, eyes hooded with lust,
“fuckk, you know it.”

He removed his hand from your sex, placing the glistening fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes, sighing contently, “So sweet,” he murmured, spreading his knees, he sunk down, pulling your legs over his shoulders.
Steve gave you a devious look, lowering his mouth down upon your bud, taking it slowly between his lips.

breathing heavy, laying against the floor , your palms spread out against
the carpet. Steve rested his hands upon your abdomen, placing his tongue deeper into your sex.

“Oh God Steven.”
Your moans were flowing frequently from you as Steve began fingering you once more. The over stimulation had you arching into him.
“Steve I’m close”
He hungrily licked and sucked your bud faster now, until you were biting your hand to keep your moans in.
“You taste so sweet.” Steve spoke after your orgasm, kissing down your inner thighs.

He sat up hovering over you, wiping his mouth at the back of his hand. Steve pulled you to his lap, straddling him, he undid your bra, letting it slide down your shoulders. “All of a sudden you’re so shy?” Steve smiled, displaying those puppy eyes.
“I’m. Just a tad self conscious that’s-”
You glanced away.
He grabbed your chin, turning you to face him,
“Your gorgeous, doll face.“He kissed you hard. You release your hands from your chest, wrapping them around his neck, gently grinding on him. Quiet curses began falling from his mouth, while you nip at his neck.
He began pushing you down harder and faster to slick up his dick, making your breasts bounce.

“I know, nows not the time to ask- we’ve gotten this far, can- shit, Baby can I fuck you?” Steve struggled speaking, his heart beating rapidly.

You nodded, smiling at the innocence of him, still making sure you hadn’t changed your mind. Steve reached down between you both, pumping his slick cock, then pulling you upon it.

“Steve, shit.” You breathed through clenched teeth. Steve did not give you any time to adjust to his length, he filled you up as you began rocking upon him.

“Oh fuuuck me. ” Steve rasped, his hands crept to your ass gripping it tightly, moving you faster. You ran your hands through his hair, biting and sucking his ear.

“Steve-” you moaned
“Shit, you’re so tight, ” he rested his head on your collarbone, “fuck Y/n.”
, as he moved you on top of him.
“Fuck me, harder.“you rasped,

You whined when he picked you up off of him, "don’t worry doll, I’m not even close to being done with you.”

He picked you up, carrying you over to your bed. Laying you down, he hovered over you pulling your leg up. He slid inbetween your wet folds, rolling his hips. “Fuck!”
You gripped the sheets with every hard thrust, Steves hips hitting your skin, at a quickened pace.
“ Shit you sound so good.” He praised you, softly, while running his free hand over your breasts. He leaned down pushing himself deeper, licking and sucking the valley between them.

By now Steve has you seeing stars, pulling out, quickly flipping you over, he pushed you gently to the head board. He kept you on your knees, placing your hands on the headboard, facing the wall.
“Now,don’t move, do you understand?”

“ Yes.. Captain” you replied. Steve growled, bringing his full attention to you.
“Shit. ‘Captain’ now?, I like how that sounds from your lips.” He reached his hands around, touching and pinching your nipple. He leaned into your neck, sucking on it.
Lining himself up at your entrance. he sunk himself deep inside you.

Steve did not disappoint as he rammed into you, you arch your back away from him, at the new angle. He pushes up against you further, running a hand to your clit, massaging it while still rubbing your nipples.
“I’m going to come”. You breathed, Steves breathing heavy in your ear,
“ I want you to come around my cock”
His voice dark, demanding, he wound a hand into your hair pulling you back.
You screamed at the pleasure as you came around him. He came as well, praises dropped from his mouth, gingerly kissing down your ear to your neck.

He continued kissing down your arm and you caught your breath.

Well, that was-“you swallowed, pushing your sweaty hair off your neck.

He spun you around, capturing your face in his, "Y/n let’s not mess this up by talking.” He smirked, kissing you passionately.

“Now, I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock.”

“Yes Captain.”

———-

You cracked an eye open, feeling your bed dip down. The sun shines in through your window, warming your skin. You stretch a bit feeling more movement. You turn toward Steve with a smile playing on your features.

Except- it wasn’t Steve.

You frantically sat up, pulling the sheets, covering your body at the sight before you.
Steve gasping for air, struggling against the hands wrapped around his throat. Not just any hands, one was metal.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM, BARNES?!”

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6 Common Friendship Roadbumps And How To Overcome Them

The relationships we have with our friends are some of the most profound we will experience in our lives. They can also be the most complicated. As we get older and no longer have time or proximity on our sides as we did in high school and college, it becomes increasingly difficult to sustain friendships.

There is an abundance of relationship advice buzzing around the Internet, but the majority of that advice pertains to romantic relationships. It can be all too easy to get caught up in our daily lives and adventures in love and forget to prioritize our relationships with our friends.

As the wise Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, Mary Schmich, once said,

“Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.”

When it comes to friendship, there will always be growing pains. Life will sneak into the spaces in between when you’re not paying attention. Luckily, it’s the little things that can make the difference between maintaining friendships and drifting apart.

 You live far away

There comes a time when you can’t go across the hall of your dorm to see your best friend. It’s always a painful adjustment when you or your friend moves away. All of the habits, comforts and conveniences are gone and it’s a true test of any friendship.

Though social media is a great resource for keeping in touch, it shouldn’t be relied on as the only means of communication. It’s too easy and it’s not as personal as a phone call. While phone calls and Skype chatting are more personal, they can also result in a dreaded game of phone tag.

For a sweet, personal way to remind your friends you care, use snail mail! Send a care package or a card and personalize it by adding stickers and doodles or write funny inside jokes around the box.

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That Ugly Green Monster {Scott McCall One Shot}

Based on: “Hi! So if you have time and are interested, I’d love to get a oneshot written! Maybe something based off the song “may I” by trading yesterday. Something along the lines of: y/n has been secretly in love with Scott and when he starts getting close to Kira, y/n becomes somewhat aggressive and jealous. Something happens (y/n and Scott get into a fight, y/n saves him from something, whatever you want to happen.) and Y/n admits her feeling to Scott.
Author:
Me (alloftheimaginesblog/bigblueboxwiththemadmaninside)
Word Count: 1069
Notes: I hope you all like this, I feel it’s all right - not my best work - but I haven’t got enough time to improve it. :) xxxx

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Just What He Needed

So, I had wanted to write a post 5A thing for Sterek. Mind you, I haven’t seen any of 5A, so what I have in here I’m gleaning from info I’ve read about the season and from gifs and whatnot that I’ve seen on my dash. Sorry if I get anything wrong about it. But this is as canon-compliant as I can get, so, yeah. 

Stiles thinks about everyone in his life and those who he could turn to, and then of course the person he can turn to, is Derek. 

~*~

Stiles barely left his father’s side in the hospital for three days. The only time he’d left was when he’d gotten too hungry to ignore it, and even then, he only went down to the cafeteria, grabbed some food, and then went back to his father’s room to eat it.

Melissa came in several times a day to check on his father, and she’d smile sadly over at Stiles every time, asked him in a gentle tone if he was okay. Stiles would always answer that he was fine, even if it was a complete lie, and she knew it for one as well, but she never called him out on it.

She’d told him within the first five minutes of him being at the hospital, watching helplessly as the doctors worked to save his father’s life, that Scott was alive and well, having seemed to have died for a little bit there.

Stiles had jolted at the mention of Scott, and hadn’t known how to feel at Melissa telling him Scott had kind of died and then came back to life and he hadn’t even known, he hadn’t even been there.

But he’d pushed the strange mix of sadness and guilt and anger aside to focus on his dad.

He felt like he was the only one he even had left now, and he could die. Three days in and he hadn’t woken up, and the stretch of time without his father opening his eyes was starting to scare Stiles. He didn’t know how he’d go on with his dad. He didn’t want to imagine it.

Stiles was so focused on his dad and staying by his side day and night, barely sleeping for a few hours at a time in the uncomfortable hosital chair, hoping that he’d wake up, that the only other people he’d seen were Melissa and other nurses and doctors that came to check on his father.

Stiles felt completely alone, and he tried not to let the feeling consume him, tried not to let himself become depressed.

But on that third night, machines beeping steadily and whiring with the sound of oxygen pumping into the tubes in his father’s nose, and the constant buzzing of fluorescent lights, Stiles dug his phone out of his back pocket for the first time in days, and opened it up to his contact list.

First, he scrolled to Scott’s name, just staring, finger hovering over the name. He swallowed past the lump in his throat, eyes burning with a fresh wave of tears.

He didn’t know if they’d ever be okay, if Scott would ever forgive him for what he’d done. But even though Scott had reacted just how Stiles had feared, he’d hoped, desperately, that his best friend would understand. That when he found out, he’d be shocked, but after a moment he’d nod and give Stiles a hug, telling him that he understood and that when one’s life is on the line, sometimes the only thing you can do is defend yourself to the end, that sometimes there isn’t a choice.

But that hadn’t happened.

Scott had looked at him as if he was looking at a murderer. Scott had looked at him like…like how he had looked at the nogitsune.

A tear fell down Stiles’ cheek, and he was so distraught that he didn’t even notice it.

Stiles had been able to push that look on his best friend’s, his brother’s face away before because he’d known that he hadn’t been looking at Stiles that way, he’d been looking at the thing inside him, that had taken over his body and face.

But now…

Now.

His thoughts, surrounded by Scott and the nogitsune, inevitably jumped to Theo then, and Stiles scrolled to that name in his contact list.

He pushed on Theo’s name, and then with a few more pushes, he was brought to a screen asking him if he wanted to delete the contact. Stiles immediately pressed ‘yes.’

The only reason he’d had him in his contact list was…Stiles actually hadn’t remembered how he’d had his number, honestly. But now he recalled Scott putting it in his phone after Theo had come back into their lives a few weeks ago, despite his protests. All Scott had said was, “you have to trust people more, Stiles,” with a sad face and everything. Scott had just wanted Stiles to accept Theo as he rarely did with anyone else.

Well, look how that had turned out.

Stiles sighed, thumb almost caressing the screen of his phone as he contemplated it. He looked up quickly at his dad, stomach sinking as he saw him lying there, unmoving as he had been for days now, eyes closed. The only indication that he was alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest and beep…beep…beep of the heart monitor.

He had to wake up. He had to.

Or Stiles didn’t know how he was going to survive.

Looking back down at his phone, Stiles scrolled until he landed on the next contact.

‘Malia’ it read.

Stiles furrowed his brow as he looked at her name.

‘I didn’t say anything because it didn’t matter to me.’

Her words echoed in his mind. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Was she still his girlfriend? Stiles didn’t know, and that…wasn’t a good thing.

He’d barely seen her in the last few weeks, even with her sleeping over a few times. Stiles was usually asleep by the time she got there, anyway, and she was usually out the door before he woke up, too.

He supposed he should be creeped out that she came and went most of the time without him knowing about it at the time, but he found he didn’t really care about that.

He hadn’t really…cared in awhile. With Malia.

And that added to the guilt on his shoulders.

They rarely talked, and when they did, Stiles didn’t find himself…connecting with her as he once had. He didn’t even feel a desire to call her and talk to her as he had once had.

He rarely thought about her, too wrapped up in his own drama to. Which was understandable, to a point.

But he realized as he looked at her name that he hadn’t thought of her once in…days. He’d thought of the others constantly when he wasn’t focused on his dad.

Scott. Lydia. Kira. Liam. He’d wondered how they were and what they were doing, if they were okay. He’d even had a stray thought about Allison, wishing she was there and missing her. Missing his friend.

But Malia had been an…afterthought.

And this was his girlfriend, right? She should be more than an afterthought to him. She deserved to be more than that.

But Stiles couldn’t find the energy for that at the moment. His gut twisted with even more guilt.

With a sigh, Stiles swiped at his screen, and Malia’s name disappeared as he did so.

Stiles landed on Lydia’s name next.

A small smile came to his face. She could easily be considered his best friend. One of the best friends he’d ever had.

He’d noticed her growing closer and closer to Parrish, and like with Aiden, he found himself without any jealousy, hadn’t felt any green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head.

They’d had one kiss, and Stiles recalled it now, recalled the sinking feeling of disappointement he’d felt, because the kissed had done nothing more than shock him, really.

The kiss he’d been waiting for for about 8 years, and he had felt…nothing. No spark, no tingling in his lips, no desire for more. Even after he’d calmed enough from his panic attack to even register that Lydia Martin’s lips were on his, he’d felt nothing. It had felt like the end of something he’d held precious to him.

Of course, once he’d distanced himself and truly, finally, got over Lydia Martin, he’d realized how his romantic love her hadn’t been anything romantic at all, but a sort of obsession, an obsession over an ideal he’d had of the woman, over what he’d imagined her to be, and he’d actually been a little creeped out by himself.

He’d put Lydia on this pedestal of perfection, a goal, a prize to be won, and hadn’t really seen her for the human being she was.

And now that he did, he realized who she really was, and loved her dearly. Just not romantically. He never really had.

It felt freeing to have that thought, to not only be completely over Lydia Martin, but to realize that he was as well.

He could call her, his best friend, probably the best friend he had at the moment - Stiles pushed the thought of Scott far out of his mind as hurt threathened to creep up on him - and talk to her.

Tell her what he’d did, how alone he felt, how scared he was for his father, how he felt disgusted with himself, how he could feel the self-hatred clawing at him, threathing to drown him.

And she would come, she would run to the hospital and be at his side, his best friend, and hold him while he cried on her shoulder.

But even as Stiles’ thumb hovered over her name, he realized he couldn’t.

She was probably with Parrish, and he didn’t feel resentful of it. He felt…happy for her. She was falling in love, that was clear to Stiles. And who knows how long they all had before Theo came back into their lives and tried to ruin everything again. It wasn’t over, they were all just at a…stand still. Taking sometime to recover and lick all their wounds and get ready for the real battle.

And Lydia deserved to be happy for as long as she could be before everything went to shit. Again.

He didn’t want to unload all of his problems and hang ups onto her. Not now. For once, Stiles couldn’t be selfish with her.

And so Stiles moved on, stopping briefly at Kira’s name, wondering if he could call her and see how she was doing, where she was, if she was okay, if she was coming back. She’d been through her own shit recently too, and maybe she could use a friend just as much as Stiles could. But that was the thing, she’s been through a lot. And they were friends, good friends, but Stiles was sad to realize they weren’t terribly close. He made a mentle note to rectify that if - when - she returned.

He moved onto Liam, sighed. He liked the kid, and was sad to have heard about what happened to Hayden, the girl Liam had had a crush on.

But while he was starting to see Liam as kind of a younger brother in some ways, he didn’t think he’d ever have the kind of relationship with the kid were he could talk to him about his problems. Not that Liam would be able to talk much right now, what with the girl he’d liked being dead. The kid needed space.

Stiles held his breath then as he scrolled to the top and saw Allison’s name, sadness washing over him again.

It had been ten months since she’d died now, everyday coming closer to a year. Maybe Stiles would finally delete her number then. It wasn’t working anyway. But for now, he wasn’t ready to let go of one his close friends. Stiles looked up at the doorway of the room, imagined Allison walking in, coming over to Stiles and resting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing, a comforting gesture, telling him it would okay. He’d get through this, his father would.

A drop of water landed on his phone, and Stiles belated realized that it was a tear.

Stiles rested his thumb over Allison’s name, as if he was resting his own comforting hand on her arm. “Miss you,” he whispered at his phone, smiling sadly. He wish he’d spent more time with her when she’d been alive. Maybe they would have been even closer friends than they had been. He was saddened about how he had wasted time not getting to know her more. She had been one of the good ones, and one hell of a badass warrior.

She hadn’t deserved to die.

Heart hurting, Stiles slowly scrolled away from her name.

He scrolled past Isaac’s name, lip curling. He still wasn’t a fan of the guy, and why did he still have his number when he hadn’t talk to the dude since he’d left? Ugh, whatever.

He distantly thought of Erica and Boyd, whose numbers he’d finally gathered the courage to delete a few months ago. He hadn’t remembered why he’d had their numbers either, but it had been just as painful to get rid of theirs as the thought of deleting Allison’s was.

He even gave a passing thought to Jackson, whose number he’d never had, thankfully.

Stiles also thought about how he was glad Lydia was falling for Parrish. He was much better for her than stupid Jackson Whittemore. Wherever the bastard was, Stiles hoped he was unhappy, because he deserved it. But only mildly, of course.

He scrolled back up to Braeden’s name, wondered why he had her number. He just…did. After Mexico, the second time. He wondered where she was.

Stiles shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looked back up at his dad, then back at his phone.

Closing his eyes, Stiles finally forced out a harsh breath, finally taking away the wall from the one person he’d been most actively forcing himself not to think about.

Stiles stopped on his name, and his unconscious caress over his name was almost wistful. Where his touch to Allison’s name had been of comfort and sadness, his touch to his name was filled with longing. It was soft, tentative, hopeful. If a touch to a phone screen could be desribed as such a thing.

But in his heart, he felt the pang of longing, of missing someone so much it psychically ached, of missing someone so much that it was constant, always there, waiting for Stiles ackowledge it.

Stiles found himself sighing out a wistful, “Derek,” as he looked at the name.

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