receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to
get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or
accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Angst your
ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.
Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he
groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna
run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter
“It’s not Steve… it’s me.”
He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him
and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing
here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk
His hands brush your cheek; he can’t help but stare at
your lips “It’s okay, I love having you here and after all you are my favorite
neighbor. So tell me, what’s wrong?” He is surprised when you pull him to a
tight hug and stay in his arms for a few minutes.
“This came through the mail today … I feel weird.” He
takes the paper from your hands and he sees that is an wedding invitation inside
of it there is a letter, he knows that something is wrong when the letter
starts with a nickname that you hate.
Once he accidently called you by this nickname and you
begged him to never call you by that again. He recognize your ex name on the
invitation as he starts to read the letter.
“I know that you are surprised to hear
from me, especially after our brake up. Well, I am going to get married; yes,
you know that you are open to the invitation, but I am not gonna keep this
I DON’T WANT YOU THERE, my mother made
me invite you because of our family history. She thought that would be awkward
with your whole family there, but I don’t care.
It’s being two years, nobody is going to
care if you don’t show up, not even your family.
Nobody wants to see the sad groom’s
ex-girlfriend drinking and eating her feelings. Do us both a favor and ignore
that this invitation ever existed.”
Bucky never knew what happened between you and your
ex, he only knew that things ended badly, really bad. “Doll, he is an asshole…
how are you feeling?” You shrug, honestly you don’t know what you felling “I
think I am hurt, not because he is getting married … but the letter. That
hurts; the worst part is that he is right. I am single, since I move out of
that city I’ve never went back and I barely talk to my family.”
Bucky gets up from his bed, leading you to the living
room where he offers you a cup of coffee. You sigh feeling desperate “What should
I do, Bucky?” Bucky takes a sip of the coffee, liking the bitterness of the hot
beverage and thinking what he can say to give you comfort.
“Well, doll, you can be mature and rsvp a no and let
this go… or you can show up there with your hot boyfriend and have the time of
your life.” You smile at him “That would be great if I had a hot boyfriend.”
Bucky smiles at you, he looks like he has a brilliant
idea “You might not have a boyfriend but you have something better… you have
me.” You choke at your coffee; you feel your checks getting red “What?”
“Think about it, I know you better than anyone and I
am very charming. I am a great dancer and I look great on a suit. I would be
the perfect fake boyfriend.” This doesn’t sound a good idea, you think. “Are
you sure, Bucky? We would have to catch a plane, pretend to be in love in front
of my family and we would have to spend a lot of time together.”
He nods, maybe you could do this and maybe…Just
maybe everything can go well “Okay, I will call my mother and buy our plane
tickets.” You kiss his cheek and say good bye, mentality preparing yourself for
the phone call you are about to have.
“Your crush is showing.” Bucky turns around and sees Steve
standing on the door way with a stupid grin on his face “Shut up, she needs
help and I wanted to help.” Steve laughs sitting by his side “Sure, tell that
to yourself. “ Steve says ironically.
“Come on, man, her ex was being an ass with her and
she looked so sad. “ Bucky says honestly, Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s
shoulder “Well, pretty girls were always your weakness;” Bucky feels angry with
this comment, he knows that in the past he was a lady’s man but now he is far from
As if his luck couldn’t get any worse he hears Sam’s
voice “If you only want to help her, I can be her fake boyfriend. I am much
nicer and handsome than you.” He looks at Sam annoyed “Calm down, man, keep the
winter soldier down. She is all yours.”
“She is only my friend, it’s just pretend. We’re gonna
be in the same hotel, I will hold her hand and kiss her forehead. In the
wedding we are gonna dance and I’m not gonna let her drink too much.”
Steve and Sam didn’t seem to believe in him, all day
they kept teasing him about how in love he was with you and how he should not
kill your ex boyfriend maybe just hurt him a little or a lot “Hey, Barnes, your
fake girlfriend is here to see you.”
He thanks Sam and sees you sitting on his couch “What
are you doing here, doll? You are already breaking up with me?” He asks
ironically, but afraid that maybe you are giving up on him already.
“I was talking to my mom. She insists that we stay at
home and not in a hotel.” He is feeling relived, you relax a little when you
see that he did not freak out “What is the problem? Your parents are gonna make
us sleep in separate bedrooms.”
“No, they won’t, they don’t care, honey, but this is
not all. My parents are paying for our plane tickets and… we are living
tomorrow morning.” This time Bucky takes a deep breath, he wasn’t expecting to
be your boyfriendthat soon. God,
what he got himself into?
The problem with this was that, firstly Archie wasn’t into guys, he was into just about every girl in Riverdale. Secondly, Jughead was still trying to figure out if what he was feeling was just a fluke, and being around Archie just confused him. And thirdly, Jughead didn’t want to like him at all. His feelings were a burden, a painful ache at the back of his head. It was easier to pretend to still hate Archie then tell him that he might have feelings for him.
a/n: idk how im already this far deep into the trash can but here we are.
Jughead was nestled into his favorite booth at Pop’s Chock-Lit Shoppe that night, fingers furiously typing away on his laptop as he worked on his novel. He only paused to drink some of his chocolate milkshake or glance at the booth containing the four friends he could’ve been with if he wasn’t… well, him.
Request: Can I have a Peter Parker one. With the prompt. Come over here and make me. The reader says this but doesn’t expect Peter to suddenly become so bold and all.:):) thank you. I love your blog
Warnings: Make out?
Word Count: 724
A/N: Sorry this is short but I hope you like it. —
Having an argument with Peter Parker was the hardest thing to do for you. Especially when it was something he couldn’t stop but fangirl about. The Avengers.
“Look, Peter. All I’m telling you is that Iron Man is just okay. He could never be a Captain America. Just admit it. I know you have posters of him in your room.”
Peter threw his hands in the air, he was in shock. He knew he was also in love with Captain but not more than Tony Stark. “Oh please!” He crossed his arms in his chest, looking at you in disappointment. “You clearly have zero knowledge about The Avengers. I’m not going to argue with you anymore until you just do your research,” he grinned at you and turned around to leave the room. You yelled: “Like you could know better than me Peter! Don’t act like you hang out with them every weekend!”
Peter stopped. In that moment he didn’t want anything but to tell you that he really did hang out with them every weekend and after school. He walked backwards to you and being the dorky person he is he tripped and nearly fell on the ground. Turning his face back to you he whispered: “For the record, Iron Man is a genius unlike Captain America and his 90 years old mind.” You shivered because he was closer to you than he ever was. Your chests were touching and you could feel his breath on your neck and ears. You tried to ignore the sudden feelings he just gave to you, considering you have always seen him as your best friend.
Your mouth was in the shape of ‘O’ and you were looking at Peter in pity, how dare he?: “I feel sorry for you. For the record (you mock him), if they were ever in a fight, just the two of them, Captain America would crush him,” you smirked. You couldn’t believe you were genuinely having an argument with Peter, over something seriously dumb. You wanted to laugh at your situation but you just held it back, knowing you couldn’t just ruin the mood. He had a mischievous expression on his face. He looked deeply in your eyes. You just didn’t know why you felt your heart fluttering when looking into his beautiful brown eyes, it was not the first time you were staring at them. Your cheeks were burning because of the thoughts running in your mind. All you wanted to do was kiss his soft lips in that moment. You shook your head and took a deep breath. What the hell were you thinking?
“And what is your evidence for your argument?” He knew he got you. You didn’t have any evidence; you just had a giant crush on Captain America. So you decided to use your secret weapon, something that would make him really mad.
“Oh Peter come on. Will you stop defending random people against Captain America? What will you do next? Tell me Spiderman is the best hero in the world?” You laughed. You knew he was going to forget all about the argument you had before, after hearing the name, Spider-man, mocked by you.
Peter stood there for a moment; he didn’t know what to say. That was clearly an insult. His stupid grin was wiped off from his face. “Shut up.” He mumbled.
You walked backwards and smirking, you whispered: “Come over here and make me.” You crossed your arms on your chest. You didn’t even realize what you had just said. Your cheeks were burning and your hands were trembling, but your made sure Peter hadn’t noticed. You leaned on the wall behind you and waited for Peter’s response. As much as you were anxious about what was going on, you were also clearly enjoying it. Without a doubt Peter’s lips crushed onto yours. You squealed at the sudden reaction of Peter but went with it. You felt relieved since all you have been thinking about was l-his lips on yours. His one hand was holding your leg up by grabbing your hips and the other was holding your neck vigorously, not wanting to let you go. Your hands were roaming all over his chest. “Now, I’ll show you how Spider-Man is the best hero in the world,” he moaned into the kiss.
A/N: This is slightly NSFW, and is officially my first foray into smut. Irony being, it’s dialogue only, so does it really count as smut? You be the judge.
“No, Mulder. Absolutely not.”
“Scullyyyyyyy. Come on! Pleeease?”
“I said no. And stop whining.”
“You won’t even try it, just this once? For me?”
“No. You might not believe this, Mulder, but I did try once before. Last time we tried it…you kind of…hurt me.”
“I hurt you?”
“When was this? Why don’t I remember it?”
“I’d be more surprised if you did remember it. We’d barely even been together at that point.”
“Okay. So except for this alleged attempt where I supposedly hurt you-”
“You most definitely hurt me. Which is why it’s only happened the once.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Scully. Really. It was unintentional. But that was ages ago. You haven’t tried it since, have you?”
“No, and I don’t really care to. Especially not now that I know that you let Diana do it.”
“Scully, come on, do not bring Diana into this conversation right now. It was totally different with her.”
“Yeah, so I’ve noticed.”
“Scullyyyyyyyy, come onnnnn. Don’t make me beg.”
“You let me do it to you sometimes. How is that any different?”
“Mulder, it’s different because I don’t actually mind when you do it to me. I kinda like it.”
“Really? You like when I do it?”
“Yeah, Mulder, I do. You always seem to know exactly when I want it without me ever having to tell you. I mean…usually whenever you do it to me it’s preceded by some dire circumstance, so I know it’s borne of an unconscious desire to reconnect with me.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is true. Stop that, I can’t concentrate when your hand is doing that.”
“When my hand is doing this?”
“Mmm, God. Yes, that. Besides, the way we do it now is kind of…our thing, you know? Please, Mulder, you gotta stop…”
“You sure you want me to stop? You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“No, don’t stop. Jesus Christ, Mulder, that feels amazing.”
“You sure you don’t want to try it? For me?”
“Uhhhnn, Mulder, you’re not playing fair. Please, not, uh, oh God, not with the puppy dog eyes…Okay, fine, if I try it this one time will you stop harassing me?”
“I’ll never stop harassing you, Scully, it’s what I do best. And you never know, you may love it so much you’re willing to do it for me more often.”
“I seriously doubt it. Oh, yes, right there, keep going.”
“I’m thinking you will. And maybe we can just save it for special occasions. You know, birthdays, holidays, those times when I make you come so hard you can’t walk right for a week…”
“God, your hubris would be obnoxious if I weren’t so close right now.”
“Sounds like a perfect time to try it then.”
“Uhhhh, okay, okay, okay…yes, I promise I’ll try it, I’ll do anything you want, just keep doing that. Oh God, yes.”
“That’s not my name, Scully.”
“Okay, fuck…yes…oh my God, Fox, yessssssssss.”
“See? Was that so hard, Dana?”
“Shut up, Mulder. Wipe that stupid smile off your face.”
“Welllllll…Did you like it?”
“Absolutely. I could listen to you say my name all day.”
“What a difference seven years and biblical knowledge of each other’s bodies makes.”
“Do it again.”
“One more time.”
“Oooo, I’m getting turned on now. Is that my name or is that what you wanna do to me?”
“Yes to which ques-…Oh…oh, Scully. I mean, Dana. I like where your head’s at. Literally and figuratively.”
“It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, Dana. Ow, Scully! No biting!”
“Vulpem pilum mutat, non mores.”
“Now you’re just showing off. Ohhhh my God, you feel amazing.”
“Le renard…Ugh, Jesus, fuck that’s good…le renard couchant ne capture…Oh, God Scully…pas de volaille.”
“Who’s showing off now?”
“Not showing off, just trying to make it…Yes, baby, oh GOD, that feels so good…make it last… Aggghhhhhhh ffffuuuuccckkkkk…Scully, I’m so…You gotta st-…I’m gonna…”
“Jeeeeeeesus Christ, Scully…oh fuck…AGHHHH!”
“Scully, that was…I mean, that was…”
“You’re adorable when you’re incoherent.”
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?”
“Just last night, actually. You are remarkably effusive after sex. Especially after I do that thing with my tongue.”
“I really mean it, Dana. I love you.”
“I know, Mulder. I love you, too.”
“No, now, Scully, try again. And don’t roll your eyes at me. I just love the way you say it.”
“Fine. Fox…I love you, too.”
“Atta girl. Now get over here and let me see if I can make you say my name again.”
A/N II: Scully says “Fox” in German (der Fuchs), then in Latin, “The fox changes his fur but not his ways.” Mulder responds in French, “The sleeping fox catches no poultry,” a quote from Benjamin Franklin.
[This fic was requested by@awesome-impala1967 as well as one anonymous individual I believe, I hope you all enjoy it! Also if you guys are interested this fic was inspired by Distance by Christina Perri so if you guys wanted to listen to it I recommend you start listening when they mention someone named Tobias]
“So did I tell you this is fucking awesome?
Because it is fucking awesome,” I was practically bouncing with the
excitement of it all, but he was still in character so he just looked at me
with mild irritation.
"I met Will Smith, did
you see that? I met The Prince, I am-“ he gave me a look before entering
"I can be chill, I can
totally be- there’s Margot! Oh God, she is so beautiful!”
I followed after him quickly,
he was already seated with his laptop out and I took a calming breath.
"Admittedly I have no
chill when it comes to certain celebrities. You’d think I’d be used to all this
by now but come on, it’s like
"Quiet,” he growled.
I rolled my eyes, flopping
back on the small couch. Sneaking a glance over at him I smiled.
I jumped, dropping my mug when
there was a loud pound on the door. I cursed when it shattered and a piece of it
cut my foot and shrieked when scalding coffee splashed on me. For fuck sakes!
Looking at my watch I threw my hands up in the air, 3am. Who the fuck pounds on
the door like that at 3… Oh. Of course, how could I have forgotten for a
Limping over to the door I
pulled it open. He wasn’t there though, but on the carpet just outside the door
sat a little black gift box.
“Hey Pine Tree!
What’s the pocky game?” Bill asks one day. The day was going smoothly so
far, no danger, no supernatural creatures, no gnomes, and Dipper was content to
sit down and read a book for a while.
Well, at least try to
read if Bill didn’t keep interrupting him.
Dipper sighs for what
seems to be the hundredth time and states, “It’s a game.”
“Come on Pine
Tree! Don’t be like that!” Came Bills grating voice as he flopped onto his
back “Tell me what it is.” Bill demands.
Dipper only flips to
the next page.
Bill frowns while
glancing at his Pine Tree and adjusts the patch over his right eye. He glances
towards the small pink box in his hand labeled in big font “POCKY”
and below in a smaller font “Biscuit Sticks Covered in Strawberry
Dipper felt eyes on
him and looked up.
Dipper finds one
golden eye staring at him. The brunette groans and rolls his eyes, “Its a
game where two people put their mouths on opposite sides of a pocky stick and
whoever gets the bigger end of the stick wins. Their lips have to touch for
that to happen, obviously.” Dipper explains.
The fact that the
grin on Bills face didn’t split his face in half surprises Dipper.
“You meat sacks
really are hilarious!” Bill cackles. “So…two flesh bags putting a
wheat stick covered in calcium inside their oral cavities and then competing to
get most of the wheat stick down their esophagus and then eventually pressing
their oral cavities together?”
Dipper, used to the
demon’s antics, rolls his eyes while nodding, turning his attention back to his
Bill takes this as a
challenge. He pokes and prods and does everything he can think of with his
limited knowledge of humans and annoys Dipper until he concedes to his wishes.
This takes forty
“Okay okay okay
if I do this, will you leave me alone?!” Dipper finally spits out with an
exasperated and annoyed look on his face.
Bill nods his head
furiously with a wide smile stretched across his face. He quickly pops a pocky
stick into his mouth and directs it so it’s directly in front of the teens
Dipper looks at the
blonde human, former triangle, then at the candy in front of him, takes a deep
breath and puts his mouth on the other end of the pocky stick.
At first they both
were to hesitant to move, but then Bill take a huge bite out of his side of the
candy, all the while giving Dipper a challenging look. He wiggles his eyebrows
at the brunette.
A pink hue covers
Dippers cheeks as he stared at Bill with a more defiant look prior to his
slightly uncertain look he had on before.
Dipper takes a small
bite and then, slowly gaining confidence, he takes a bigger bite and watches as
Bills eyes brighten considerably now that Dipper is actually playing along.
There is only about a
half inch left of the pocky stick and Dipper is hyper-aware of just how close
his face is to Bills.
Bill has a
mischievous look in his eye and Dipper instantly feels dread. He wonders what
Bill is planning, that homicidal dorito.
One second Dipper was
thinking what Bill could possibly be about to do and the next thing he knows he
is lip-locked with Bill Cipher. His eyes widen comically and the pink tint on
his cheeks instantly turns to red.
Bill knows Dipper is
too stubborn despite his embarrassment to let go of his end of the stick. Bill
also knows that Dipper looks adorable when embarrassed and tends to make a cute
noise when caught off guard.
Dipper is focused on
the way Bill’s lips fit perfectly against his and how it feels so right even
though it feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest.
He doesn’t even
notice the hand wandering down to squeeze his ass.
The squeal that comes
from Dipper is music to Bill’s ears.
Dipper gasps as he
feels a tongue flick against his lips and automatically opens his mouth
allowing the foreign tongue entrance as it quickly continues its quest of
licking all the candy away.
Bill pulls away with
a satisfied look.
“Looks like I
win Pine Tree.” Bill says smugly.
Dipper stammers, he didn’t know if it was possible for his face to get any
hotter, “That’s cheating!” Dipper finally squeaks.
“Hmm? What was
cheating? I did eat all of the pocky stick didn’t I?” Bill replies smugly
at Dippers shocked expression.
“And my, my,
Pine Tree! I never knew you could look so cute when blushing!”
“Shut the hell
up, you stupid triangle!” Dipper yells, covering his face with his hands.
Bill laughs as he
skips out of the room, “How ‘bout we play that again sometime, huh Pine
Dipper looks away
blushing at where Bill disappeared to and sighs, face still burning and mumbles
“I’m not cute.”