Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader Rating: Explicit Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requestedby @ballerinafairyprincess) WordCount: 2.1k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.] Author’sNote: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx
You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.
“You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.
“Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.
“Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”
“I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”
Author’s note: Sorry this was a bit late!! Any and all feedback is really, really appreciated. Please let me know if you love it or hate it or have constructive criticism. Enjoy! Xo
Classes have only been in session for two weeks when you have your first paper due.
Your fingers are rubbing at a pair of tired eyes while you yawn in protest. Leave it to you to put off your assignment until the last moment. Now, it’s midnight and all you have left to do is read through and edit, but your mind keeps wandering to thoughts of fluffy pillows and cozy blankets and the squeaky mattress awaiting you in your dorm room.
The library is silent, lights blindingly bright in an effort to keep occupants awake. You’re seated next to a window that looks over the entire campus, all the glowing lampposts and vacant sidewalks and ivy-coated brick buildings. The view is spectacular, and it hasn’t helped you stay focused for the past eight hours.
You lean back in your seat with a heavy sigh, clasping your fingers over your eyes. When you open them again, a girl at the next table is glaring at you over the screen of her laptop. You’re on the second floor—the silent floor—and apparently loud breathing is not allowed.
You press against the edge of your table, sliding your chair out enough for you to stand. The library closes at one. You know for a fact that once you get back to your dorm, there will be no way to keep yourself out of bed. If you’re going to make this paper acceptable, it needs to be soon, and you’re going to need some caffeine.
Description: Chuck asks Reader to homecoming, Jughead thinks its a bad idea. Turns out, he was right.
Warnings: Swearing, reader has sort of a mild panic attack, but nothing too serious. This was a request from an anon who liked one of the headcanons in the non-asexual Jughead list. Hope you guys like it!!!
I sat at a table in the student lounge by myself, waiting for my best friend Jughead. I had my sketch pad out, messing around and trying to keep myself busy.I didn’t really like sitting alone, because usually Reggie and his gang of man-children would take the attention of the student lounge, and I would be subjected to the torture that is their awful and offensive banter.I glanced around the room, uninterested, until my eyes caught the gaze of another, Chuck Clayton.
Chuck was caption of the football team, formerly co-caption with Jason Blossom before he was killed. I had never heard anything bad about him, and he sat next to me in my math class. I helped him out a bit with his schoolwork once in a while.He was actually a really kind person from what I could tell.
Chuck stood up, walking towards me. I froze, wondering why in the hell anybody like Chuck Clayton would give me the time of day.
“Hey, y/n.” Chuck stood in front of me, smiling brightly.
“Uh, hey Chuck, are you having any trouble with the geometry homework?” I asked him, beginning to pull out my textbook from my bag.
“No, uh, I actually wanted to ask you something.” Chuck stopped me.“I was wondering if, maybe you’d like to uh, go to homecoming with me?”
I froze again, taken back at his question.
“Me?“I looked around the room as if he may be confusing me with someone else.
“Yeah, you.” Chuck confirmed, chuckling a bit.
“Uh, o-ok, yeah, I’ll go with you.” I blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I didn’t see the harm in saying yes, he was a nice guy, and it wasn’t like anybody else would ever ask me.
“Great! Uh, are you free tomorrow? Maybe we could meet up after school and hang out or something?” Chuck offered.
“Alright, yeah, I can do that.”
“Cool, I’ll see you then.” Chuck grinned, walking back to his group of friends.
“Hey, Juggie.” I smiled warmly at my friend, sliding in to the booth next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, his screen open as he typed.
“Hey, y/n.” Jughead pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before returning his attention to his novel.
“How was your day?” I asked him, looping my arm around his and scooting closer to cuddle in to his side.
“Oh, same old same old.Nothing interesting.” Jughead hummed, leaning his head against mine. Jughead wasn’t huge on showing affection in public, but he put up with me always cuddling in to his side.“How was yours?”
"Well, it was…interesting, to say the least."I sighed, taking a sip of the Jughead’s root beer.
“Well, Chuck Clayton asked me to homecoming.”
I felt Jughead tense before looking down at me with a shocked look on his face.
“What did you say?”
“I said sure.” I shrugged, taking another sip of his root beer.
“Are you feeling alright?” Jughead placed his hand over my forehead, as if he was checking to see if I had a fever. I swatted his hands away and slid over to the opposite booth seat.
"Quit it, Jug."I warned.
"This is a big deal!"Jughead fired, his hands waving wildly.
"It’s not!” I shot back.
"It’s the captain of the football team!”
”And?Y/n, he’s only one of the biggest players at our whole school!You know about The Playbook!”
“Jughead, that’s just a silly rumor."I argued.Jughead slammed his laptop shut.
"I can’t believe you’re actually going to go to homecoming with that….that….that imbecile!”
”Jughead!Just because “that imbecile” is on the football team, doesn’t make him a bad person!“ I stood up, grabbing my backpack.
"Wait, y/n."Jughead reached for my wrist but I pulled away.
"I won’t be here tomorrow, I’m seeing Chuck after school.“ I paced out of the diner, ignoring Jughead’s protests.
I hadn’t talk to Jughead all day, or Betty, or Veronica.The girls, Jughead, and Kevin seemed to be on some kind of mission, and I wasn’t going to talk to them anyways. I was sure Jughead told them all about Chuck asking me to homecoming.
When school was over, I waited in the library, where Chuck had texted me, asking me to meet up with him. I sat at a table in the corner, working on a book report until he showed.
10 minutes passed, which turned in to 20, then 30, then an hour, and I soon realized that I had been stood up. I gathered all my stuff and compiled it in to my backpack neatly, before zipping it up and swinging it over my shoulder. I pushed the bridge of my glasses up my nose and began to make my way out of the library. Jughead was going to gloat in all of his glory when I told him about what happened.
As I turned opened the door of the library, cold liquid was thrown in my face, drenching my front from head to toe. I gasped loudly, my eyes burning as I wiped the slush-like substance from my face.
"How’s your slushie, freak?!” I opened my eyes to Reggie holding a slushie cup, with about 5 or 6 guys laughing at m, one of them being Chuck.One of the jocks was holding a phone, recording the whole scene.
“Do you really think Chuck would ever ask a weirdo like you to homecoming?"One of the jocks laughed.
"News flash, nobody would ask you out even if you were the last girl on earth, you frigid bitch.”I looked at Chuck, hurt in my eyes.Chuck just smiled, before opening his mouth.
“Don’t take it too personal, y/n, it’s just-” Chuck kicked off the wall he was leaning against, strolling over to me.He leaned down so he was eye level to me."Nobody would ever waste their time on you.You’re not worth it.”
I shoved past Chuck, tears falling down my face. I ran down the hallways of the school, shoving the front doors open and running home as fast as I could.I swung my front door open, running past my mom and up the stairs.I heard my mother shout for me, but I just wanted to take a shower and crawl in to a hole and die.
I stripped off all my clothes and got in, rinsing the sticky drink out of my hair. After I was finished, I threw on some comfy clothes and wrapped a blanket around me, sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Honey.” My mom knocked on my door, opening it slowly.“You’ve gotta get ready, the football game is soon.” She took one look at me and knew something was wrong, sitting next to me on my bed.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?"My mom rubbed my back soothingly.I fessed up, telling her everything, from yesterday when Chuck asked me out, to Jughead and I’s fight, to the slushie incident.
"Oh honey, I’m so so sorry."My mom pulled me in to her chest, embracing me tightly."If you don’t wanna go tonight, I completely understand.” My mom ran her fingers through my hair while my tears stained her shirt.
“No, I have to go, I promised Josie I’d sing with her tonight.” I wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath and calming myself down. After a few more minutes and my mom making promises to call the principal and “kick Chuck where the sun don’t shine”, she left my room so I could get ready for tonight.
I threw on the outfit I was wearing tonight and grabbed my coat, setting it on my bed with my purse and doing my hair.I did only a little bit of makeup, enough to cover up the fact that I had cried alone in my room for 3 hours, and then I slipped on my boots and went downstairs.
Archie was sat on my couch, swinging his keys around his finger. I loved on the other side of Betty, so he always offered to drive me to games, since he would be heading there anyways.
“Hey, Arch.” I smiled. Archie looked at me sadly before getting up and hugging me tightly.
“Okay, who died.” I joked, hugging my friend back.
“I know what Chuck did to you.” Archie whispered. My fingers clenched around the fabric of his varsity jacket.
“It’s okay.” I moved away so I could look at Archie.“Arch, it’s ok.”
“It’s not ok, it’s-” Archie began to yell and I caught his face in my hands, turning him to look at me.
“I’m.Ok.See?” I stood back and twirled a bit.“ No bumps, no bruises, just a stupid boy who thought he could get to me.” He had gotten to me, but I wasn’t going to let Archie, or anyone for that matter, know.
“Alright, well, Jughead and Betty are doing stuff for the blue and gold with Veronica and Kevin. They said they would meet us at the game, so…”
“Alright, well let’s get going!” I hugged my mom goodbye before leaving out my front door and climbing in to Mr. Andrews truck.
It was the third quarter of the game and the rest of my friends still hadn’t shown up, contrary to what Archie had told me earlier. I had long since performed on stage with Josie and was sitting alone on the bleachers.
“Wow, you’re pathetic!” A girl called out to me, laughing with her friend while she pointed at her phone. I saw a video playing of me getting slushied, except on a loop, and Chuck’s words repeating in the background.
“Nobody would ever waste their time on you”
“You’re not worth it”
“You’re not worth it”
“You’re not worth it”
I stood from the bleachers, running down the steps as fast as I could. Apparently, Chuck humiliating me in front of half the football team wasn’t enough?
I started hyperventilating, feeling everybody’s eyes on me as phones started to beep, the same video being sent to the whole school. People started laughing and whispering as they looked at me and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting in to tears.My vision was blurred and I started to feel trapped in a hole that was just getting smaller, and smaller, and smal-
“Y/n!"Somebody gripped my shoulders tightly, and I saw Veronica standing in front of me. she looked at me with concern on her face, her eyebrows raised as if looking for answers.
"Chuck…he…he…oh god, Ronnie, the whole school knows.” I wrapped my arms around her neck, collapsing in to her arms.
“Shhh, I know, I know.” Ronnie hugged me back, running her hand down my hair gently to calm me down as my body racked with sobs.
“We gotta go, ok? I don’t think Kevin can hold off Jughead much longer, and-”
“Wait, what?” I gave her the concerned look this time.
Listen, the reason we’re late is because we found the playbook.Its real, and it’s got almost every girl in it, you and I the newest victims.”
“Who put you in it?"I asked her.
"Chuck and I went on a date last night, and he sticky mapled me."Veronica explained.
"Sticky maple? What’s a sticky Ma-”
“Listen, I can tell you all about it later, but right now w-”
“We gotta go, like, now, Jughead is pissed.” Betty came running up the stairs.“I’ve never seen him like this, like, ever.”I followed Betty and Veronica down the bleachers, to the football fence where Kevin stood, his back facing us and his hands wrapped tightly around Jughead’s shoulders.Jughead himself looked like a raging bull seeing red, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched.When he saw me, he shoved Kevin out of the way, jogging towards me.
“Why didn’t you tell me what happened right away?!?!” Jughead cried.His palms went to my cheeks, wiping away the tears still falling down my face.
“I-I don’t know, we had gotten in to a fight, and I had left it off bad, and I-”
“Y/n, it’s ok, it’s ok, alright?I’m always here for you, always, I-”
“Well, well, well, looks like you can’t keep the freaks away from each other.Let me guess, it was you that helped him hide the body, right, weirdo?” Chuck leaned against the fence, helmet resting between his hip and forearm.
Jughead wrapped his hands around my shoulders and moved me gently so I wasn’t in front of him anymore before walking calmly up to Chuck, pulling his arm back, and clocking Chuck right in the jaw. Chuck went tumbling down, falling on his ass.
“Hey, freak show, wanna tussle?” Reggie came marching over, seeing the commotion.
“Listen, we all know you get your sexist views from the 50’s, but can you not use their lingo too? It kinda makes you look like a-"Reggie punched Jughead and I gasped. Jughead wiped the blood now coming from his mouth, spitting the rest at Reggie’s feet.
”A tool.” Jughead finished.
Reggie shoved Jughead and I came running forward, trying to block Reggie from Jughead. Reggie pushed me out of the way and I fell on my back.Jughead was already knocking his fists in to Reggie’s face, Reggie trying to block him. I began to go in again and was lifted in the air by Chuck, being thrown over his shoulder.
“Time to take out the trash!“Chuck laughed, hauling me off.I started screaming and thrashing in his arms, kicking my legs and waving my arms.
"Put her down!” Veronica screamed, shoving Chuck’s chest. Chuck pushed her down and Betty yelped, running over to help Ronnie up.
Archie began pulling Reggie off of Jughead, and he turned around to see me thrown over Chuck’s shoulder.Jug ran towards Chuck, doing anything he could to grab me from his arms.He kicked Chuck in the stomach, which caused him to stumble backward, and took the opportunity to grab me from his arms and pulling me away from Chuck.
“You’re fucking insane!” Chuck screamed.
“Says the one who tried to haul off with y/n!” Betty screamed back. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, and Archie now stood protectively around Veronica and I.
“What the hell is going on?” Principal Weatherbee hollered from the football field gate, Coach Clayton and the Mayor behind him.
“Chuck, you are in serious trouble!” The coach spoke to his son in a loud tone.
“Dad, they were the ones who-”
“Son, I know about the playbook.” The coach interrupted.“ And I’ve seen the video of what you did to that poor girl.Come on!” The coach grabbed Reggie and Chuck by the shoulders, dragging them back inside the football field and towards the school.The mayor and principal Weatherbee followed.
After the whole commotion at the game, Archie was benched, because he had a bloody nose after the fight with Reggie. Jughead had it way worse, a black eye now adorning the right side of his face and a swollen lip, as well as a busted nose to match that of his best friends. He had a few cuts and bruises on his upper body, but nothing a little first aid couldn’t help.
Jughead now stood in front of me in his pajamas. Archie had drove everyone back to Betty’s, and I immediately dragged Jughead to my house to clean him up while the girls and Kevin set up an impromptu movie night/sleepover to make up for the shitty events earlier on in the night.
“You’ve been eerily silent."Jughead broke the silence as I wiped the cut on his chin with hydrogen peroxide.Jughead hissed at the discomfort.
"I’m just-” I sighed, setting down the napkin in the counter next to me.“I’m an idiot.”
“Y/n, you’re not an idiot.”
“I should have listened to you though.You were right about Chuck and I still went through with it anyways and-” I trailed off, not wanting to relive this afternoon.
“As much as I love hearing you say I was right.” Jughead smiled proudly. “What you need to know is that, everything Chuck said about you is a lie.”
“It’s wasn’t, Jug, he was right."I shook my head, beginning to cry once more.
"No, y/n, don’t say that.” Jughead rested his hands on the counter by either side of my thighs, capturing me in his lean and firm frame.I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy.
“Jughead, I’m not worth it. None of this was worth it. You getting a black eye and a busted lip and a bloody nose wasn’t worth it!I’m pathetic! I’m a freak, I’m-” I waved my hands around wildly, and Jughead caught my wrists with my hands, holding on to them firmly but gently.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Jughead spoke softly, yet loud enough to get my attention.I stopped, looking at him.“You are worth it, ok? In my mind, in my..my everything, you’re worth it.You have always been worth it and you always will be worth it.” Jughead’s hands went around my cheeks, his thumbs stroking the sides of my face lovingly.
And then I was kissing Jughead.
My fingers were tangled in his hair, his beanie cap knocked off and long forgotten on the tile floor somewhere, his arms pulling me flush to his body. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, and the only time we stopped was to catch our breath for a second before kissing again.
A muffled shout was heard and I tore away from Jughead, to see the girls standing at Betty’s kitchen window, their phones in hand, taking pictures of us. Archie appeared behind them, two thumbs up being thrown in the air.
“We have an audience.” I hid my face in the crook of his neck, my nervous laughs muffled.
“I noticed.” Jughead flipped them off and they giggled, shutting the curtains quickly.
“When we get over there, they’re in for it.” Jughead mumbled, dipping his head back down to kiss me again.
Now for something that maybe Humans are space orcs
So a while ago I posted something about how aliens may find Brutal in appearance and power and what we may consider normal is insane amounts of power, well I have discussed the power now it’s time see the alien point of view in human ship design. (this is a continuation of my post Human are Space orcs) also sorry if this post is a little disjointed
“My Hanar the human ship should be entering normal space from hyper wave”
“Good my SubHanar I trust we are well clear of the exit point? ”
Before the SubHanar can answer one of the Bridge crew shouts in alarm the Human ship is exiting Hyperwave. The whole of the Bridge falls silent trying to spot this Vessel that a few moments ago was overloading the scanner array.
The first sighting goes to the SubHanar Darni with each passing minute the human ship grows in size until all the Bridge crew can see it, they are taken back. We’re as their ship The-Blade-of-Joy is Sleek with a long flared sceptre shaped hull with four forward swept wings that mount the ships weapons arrays and the Bridge a Glass tip at the very bow of the ship. The human ship is a shovel headed shape with its engines cowled and glowing blue at the rear of the ship, six of the bulbous domes that are its primary weapons arrays can be seen dotting the hull as well as smaller turreted weapons arrayed to deal with anything that may get past the main weapons. on what would be considered the top the bridge can be seen a slender tower with an array of windows and sensor masts, the two ships do share a similarity they both have their names proudly emblazoned upon their hulls as well as markings of their respective space fleet the human ships Name can be Seen, H.M.S Argo and were as the Blade-of-joy is marked with the Vakamr of Akamari Communion, the human ship is marked with the Flag of the Commonwealth of Dominions.
as the Human ship manoeuvres into position SubHanar Darni turn to her Hanar “My Harnar why is it so ugly?”
“Becuase my Subhanar it is human war vessel it is built to fight and win nothing more”
Late night phone calls, limo rides, summer evenings, great hugs, swimming in too-cold oceans, crappy parks, rowing, best friendship, climbing up balconies, doing things you really shouldn't, support
Late summer night video game sessions, horror movies, secret parties, Halloween, blond hair, earl grey tea, doors with stiff hinges
Floral shirts, hair gel, palm bay, rainy driving, spontaneous messages, sarcasm, laughing with strangers, spilled drinks, Wes Anderson, spiced rum, being "something else", loose ends
Bare feet, little hands, pianos, wild hair, red cheeks, making vegan cupcakes, chai tea, honey sticks, getting your shoes so soaked the soles fall off
Trips to Paris, tank tops, maxi skirts, Disneyland, big sunglasses, rhinestones, flip flops, brunch in foreign cities
Sneaking out of your window, leather jackets, opinions, secret stashes, fast driving, alternative music, licorice, insomnia, black coffee
Days below freezing, lying on the floor in silence, surprise kisses, ginger hair, white shirts, decaf coffee, vodka, scented candles, souvenir shot glasses, callused hands, soccer pants, desire
Curly hair, New Years Eve, doc martens, loud laughter, public bathrooms, getting to know someone, crying with strangers, yellow raincoats, piercings, gin, holding onto hands too tightly, flying & dying, exhaling
basements, nights in with friends, running through the streets on rainy days, bridges, forests, scotch in ikea glasses
Getting in trouble for talking in class, massages, lying but coming clean half an hour later, classic rock music
Turquoise jewelry, walks on the seawall, shuttling someone back and forth, ratatouille, tennis games, mermaid costumes
mugs, a Monroe beauty mark, almond eyes, infinity scarves, making out with a stranger in a stairwell, grade 6
When Jasper accidentally gifts Clarke a love potion, everyone she interacts with starts acting…weird. Everyone, that is, except Bellamy. Hogwarts AU featuring a healthy side of Monty/Miller.
“Are people being weird today?” she asks Bellamy, over lunch. They sometimes eat on the stairwell leading up to Gryffindor tower, next to the painting of the goddess Athena that Bellamy befriended in his first year. Growing up in a muggle neighborhood where the pictures don’t move, he’d been ecstatic and overwhelmed by the opportunity to get to talk to actual pieces of history. The nerd.
Bellamy shrugs, brushing some of his chips onto her plate. He pushes his glasses, black and square, up the bridge of his nose. Glasses are such a good look on him. (Though honestly, every look is a good look on him.)
“People are always weird,” he says.
“I mean, like…weirder. Jasper was being weird. Monty was being weird.”
“Maybe they found another secret passage,” says Bellamy. “And are smuggling in more cats.”
“Ugh,” says Clarke, knocking her knee against Bellamy’s. “Don’t remind me.”
Myopia isn’t one of the curses heredity has saddled you with. A good thing, since glasses don’t really work with the lifestyle. It’s hard enough being on call day and night without having to compensate for fuzzy vision with something breakable on your nose–or worse yet, contacts.
But something funny happens whenever you swoop in on Shaw when one of your cover identities happens to wear glasses. She gives you this odd little look, almost knowing, like you’ve told her a secret and she’s brimming with it.
“Why are you staring?” you ask her once, when you’re slinging off your bag and kicking off your shoes at her place.
“I’m not staring,” she says–staring–with that little sphinx smile, from the bed where she’s sitting cleaning her gun. One foot swings from the end, aimlessly, like a cat’s tail.
“Are too.” You pounce into bed next to her, mussing her blankets as you land, and she doesn’t even protest.
“It’s nothing,” she says. A pause. Then she touches the bridge of the glasses you forgot you were wearing. “You just look so silly in these.”
“I’ll take them off, if you don’t like them.” You reach for an earpiece, but she grabs your hand away and pins it to the bed.
“Don’t,” she whispers, and kisses you–softly, then not-so-softly.
A few minutes later, breathless and tousled, you pull away.
“Got a thing for sexy librarians?” you murmur in her ear.
“Shut up,” she says, which means yes–or close enough. She rolls you onto your back and you don’t ask any more questions.
Later that night, cleaning the sweat off the non-prescription lenses with the corner of a sheet, you make a mental note to ask Her to give you more nearsighted identities from now on.