The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone.
Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning.
All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free.
And it was gone.
Clint was gonna shoot somebody.
Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.
yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend.
“betty i brought you cupcakes and candies. i didn’t even eat any on the way. ok maybe one. or two. are you proud look betty. A+ boyfriend material. these cookies aren’t as sweet as you though. hey. hey betty. i bet our baby shower is gonna be better than this one. no blossoms ok. or your mom. ok your mom. lets kiss and hug some more betty. i like those. betty.”
There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.
I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.
I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.
I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.
The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.
“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”
“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.
“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.
“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.
“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.
I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.
“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”
I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.
“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.
“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.
“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.
“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.
My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.
“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.
He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.
“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.
“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.
He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.
He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.
“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.
I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.
He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.
“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.
“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.
I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.
“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.
“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.
Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.
“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.
“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.
“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.
I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.
“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.
“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.
I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.
“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.
“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.
“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.
“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.
He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.
“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.
I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.
We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.
He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.
It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.
“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.
How would the 97 line of Seventeen treat their s/o on her period.
Anonymous said:if you’re still doing reacts, could you do how the 97 line of svt would treat their s/o when they’re on their period? sorry if this is weird, i just think it can be sweet!
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Mingyu: Your one aggressive girl on your period, so he tries to avoid any altercations with you. You are very picky about things, while on your period. That’s something he hates, he can give you something exactly how you wanted, but you would still refuse it. He would still try to make you happy, and keep making something, till it satisfies your taste buds. But, after your period is over, you apologize to him, for acting like such an ass, and being very picky.
*So i don’t know what he was eating…look like a cupcake or brownie. But we gon say it’s a brownie, since most girls eat chocolate on their period.*
Him: “Gotta check to see if these brownies are good before I give em to y/n”
*Him after he finds brownies excellent….you on the other hand don’t, and order him to go make another one for the 3rd time*
The8: He loves you, he really does. But, he can not wait till this shit ends, he ABSOLUTELY HATES when it’s “the time of the month”. You act as if you have no legs or your too fragile to get up. But does he complain? He tries, but then you’ll argue with him about how horrible cramping pains feel, and you throw in some fake tears. So, yeah he takes good care of you, to avoid any trouble, but somehow he still ends up sitting down, listening to your complaints.
DK: Literally if he avoids getting yelled, buy you your needs, he’ll think he’s doing a pretty good ass job at the whole “taking care of you” thing. You won’t even know he’s there sometimes. He’ll come by you a few times to ask if you need anything, like something from the store or a massage. His ass would always think he’s ahead of the game, when you go to ask for him to buy something like ice cream, and he already bought tons of it for you. Him: “Who’s the best boyfriend in the whole damn universe?”
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Your unpleasant scream filled the corridors of the castle, Peeves the Poltergeist immediately following the sound only to find you covered in white paint and red feathers from your head, down to your toes.
"Ha! I didn’t know they allowed chickens inside the hallways!“ Peeves shouted and snickered, flying around you repeatedly before going away.
Soon, Professor Lupin had heard it as well since you were closest to his classroom, and as he went outside to check what had happened, his lips twitched slightly when he saw your condition.
You groaned loudly once again. “I’m going to kill that git, I’m going to strangle him until he stops breathing and -”
"Y/N,“ Lupin walked towards you. “What is the meaning of this?”
Just in cue, you heard two boys laughing from the classroom. You looked behind the professor and saw Fred and George Weasley with their faces red, patting themselves on the back. Though you were only sending a death glare on George since you knew that this was his plan - considering that the two of you had an endless prank war going on.
"Why don’t you ask George Weasley, Professor.“ you gritted your teeth. "I’m sure that he can enlighten you.”
“I see.” he pursed his lips before turning around. “Weasley, mind coming over for a second?”
"Which one, sir?“ the twins chimed in the same time.
"The one Y/N is speaking of.”
Fred placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder in a teasing manner, heading back to the classroom while George rolled his eyes and marched forward where you were standing.
“Y/N! I hardly recognized you. I thought I was looking at a rooster.” he began chuckling.
Blood boiled under your skin even further because of his comment. “Oh, you think you’re so clever but just you wait -”
“Y/N,” Lupin stopped you before you can finish what you were trying to say.
You looked at the teacher and shut your mouth, crossing your arms, still covered in paint and feathers.
"It has brought to my attention that the two of you have been pulling senseless pranks on each other for the past month, George and Y/N.“ the professor began with a kind smile on his face, his hands folded.
"In my defense, sir, he was the one who started it.” you pointed at George, his eyes widening at what he heard.
"Absolutely not. May I remind you that you were the one who made me eat that cupcake that made my fingers have their own fingers!“ George exclaimed.
You sighed. "For the last time, it was a dare!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What a surprise!”
“You didn’t have to do it so technically, it was still your choice.”
“I was forced to do it, that’s why I didn’t have a choice.”
“Just admit that you’ve been wanting to do it -”
"Oh my god! You’re speaking absolute rubbish!“
"Okay, that’s enough.” Professor Lupin joined your conversation, an amused look on his face because of the argument he just witnessed. “The two of you, breathe, and Y/N …” he got his wand from his pocket and with a flick of it, the mess on your whole body was gone, making you mutter a quick thanks.
"So,“ Lupin began again, "let’s make a deal. I won’t let Professor McGonagall know about this incident, since she is the head of both of your houses and she is quite frankly so close to sending letters to your parents, and in return, you’ll stop pranking each other. Is that clear?”
You rocked your heels back and forth. “Yes, sir.”
He crossed his arms. “Yes, sir.”
“Ah, perfect.” Lupin smiled. “Now, shake on it, will you?”
You raised your eyebrows, glancing at George beside you. “Absolutely not.” you scoffed.
"Why not?“ George asked but you could see that he was now grinning.
”What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?“ you told him, turning to Lupin. "Now, excuse me, professor, but I really must be going. I’m supposed to be in Charms right now but since someone acted so childish, I am late. Thank you for the help, sir.” you sent one last glared to George, waltzing away then.
George only chuckled, unfazed by your coldness, glancing at the teacher for a moment before setting his eyes on your fading figure as you turn to the left.
“Ah, she really is something, isn’t she? I’m going to marry her someday.”
Request by @riverdalexoxo : Hey, can you do a Veronica x reader where Veronica is angry at the reader bc she forgot an anniversary and she makes the reader sleep on the couch but they make up at the end with a lot of ~kisses~ thank you ur awesome ilu
Mister J never wants to tell you how
old he is but you don’t give up. Nobody is supposed to know nothing personal
about the Joker. But damn it, you are not a nobody!!
You’ve been trying to get it out of
him since like…forever.
You always try to guess and he would
just mislead you:
“Puddin, are you… 37?”
”Close enough, doll,” he grins at you,
satisfied to see you so worked up about it.
“Almost got it, Pumpkin.”
“42?!” At this point your voice is high pitch and it amuses him to death. Why
does he have to be such a jerk?
“Ahhhh, Kitten, you’re so close,” and
he just leaves the bedroom, snickering. Your
mouth is open, attempting to breathe in some air; you are so annoyed right now. No matter what number you tell him, J would
never admit to it. You feel childish, but you really want to know, what’s the
So you came up with a different strategy.
Every day you give him a birthday
card, a cute cupcake with a lit up candle (that he refuses to blow) and no matter what he does, you just start singing Happy Birthday.
*Aha, there he is watching TV.*
“Happy Birthday to you…”
He cuts you off (like he usually
“NO!!!” he doesn’t look happy but you
“If you want this to stop, Puddin,
you just have to tell me how old you are,” you fake smile in a way that he
“Go away, Pumpkin!” he growls at you and
you just lift your shoulders, plant the card on his knees, turn around, blow
the candle and head towards the kitchen to eat the sweet present.
*Aha, he’s going over paperwork in
“Happy Birthday to you…”
“Seriously, Y/N ?!!! Shut up and put
it to rest. I have 3 boxes full of birthday cards! You need to stop this
nonsense,” the Joker points his finger at you, threatening.
You sigh and put the card on his desk
but you don’t leave.
“I guess I’m going to eat this
cupcake too and get fat,” you complain, taking a bite. You go sit on his lap. You
expect him to push you away but he doesn’t. You turn J’s chin towards you and then use
your index finger to trace his cheekbone, staring at his face. His blue eyes
avoid looking at yours.
“Hmmm, hardly any wrinkles, you can’t
be that old. But you’re not in your 20’s, I know that… Are you pushing 50?” you
giggle and immediately get up and run, knowing he’s going to try and slap your
butt or something.
“Princess, go away!” You barely avoid
the groping and the slapping.
*Aha, he’s taking a bath.*
“Happy birthday to…”
“Shut it down!!”
“OK,” you agree to comply, but you
just get in the bathtub with your clothes on, the cupcake with the candle in one
hand and the birthday card in the other. ”For you, Mister J,” you sweetly
smile, letting go of the card right in front of him. “Here, blow this candle at
“NO!! Stop pestering me, what’s wrong
scream, splashing him.
“You asked for it!” the Joker is heading
towards your side of the bathtub. Oh,
shit, time to run.
*Aha, he’s on his laptop.*
“Happy birthday to you…”
“You must be kidding me; I’m
seriously getting pissed! I mean it!”
“Well, me too, what the hell?! Tell me
how old you are, you know I would die before telling someone else.”
“You don’t get to treat me like this,
doll!” Mister J gets off the couch, scoffing. You wish you would have known he’s
in a foul mood.
You think he’s joking but the insane
look in his eyes lets you know that you probably pushed it too much. You’re instinctively
starting to back out, suddenly worried while you watch him stump towards you.
There is so much rage in him when he
grabs your wrists that you drop your card and the cupcake and you already know
you’ll have bruises.
“What is wrong with you, hmm? Are you
really trying to see how much you can push me? You want me to kill you ?”
“Let go, you’re hurting me…” you
whimper in pain, feeling your bones will snap soon.
His eyes have darkened.
“Don’t play games with me, OK?” he
hisses at you. ”I’m not the playful type, I told you to stop this so many times!”
You start crying, scared and defeated.
“Fine, fine, I’ll stop, just let me
go, I can’t feel my hands anymore…please…”
Your sobbing makes him soften his
hold and he finally lets you go.
It’s been a week since you’ve been avoiding
him at all costs. You get out of the penthouse early and come back late. Sometimes
he’s not even there.
It sounds crazy (and he knows crazy),
but he misses you bugging him every day with your stupid birthday song, the
card and the cupcake.
You’ve been sleeping in the spare
bedroom with your door locked, afraid he might hurt you again.
He can’t fall sleep in the big bed
all by himself, tossing and turning on pins and needles every single night. You
looked so frightened and hurt when he almost broke your wrists. Shit, he can be such a dick sometimes, but
he can’t help it. J finally gets up and decides to go to your door, trying
to open it. It’s locked, but he has the spare key. You forgot you guys keep it
in the office.
He opens the door slowly and snicks
in. It’s not too dark in the room because you always have a night light on. The
Joker sees you curled up in a ball, eyes closed, holding to your pillow really
tight and ohhhh… his chest aches, strangely enough when he sees your wrists all
bruised up, marked by his rage.
He takes a deep breath,using his
hands to get his green hair out of his face and cuddles in bed by you, watching
you sleep until he decides to pull you in his arms. You feel the movement and wake
up with your head resting on his tattoos. You’re not sure what to do, is he
in one of his moods again?
You lift your eyes to meet his and it
surprises you there’s no anger in them. You gulp and hesitantly reach your left
hand to caress his face, not knowing what to expect. J starts purring, shoving
himself into you even more.
“39,” he mutters, kissing your forehead.
Your face lights up with the
brightest smile he saw in a while.
“Happy birthday to you…”
“I wouldn’t push it, Princess,” he
grins, but this time there is no animosity in his voice.
“So…January?” you ask as innocently as
possible, hoping you’re on steady ground.
“Almost got it,” J softly laughs,
kind of surprised you still have the balls.
Mark was taken by surprise as he looked at the three of you standing in
front of him. He was too busy focusing on your smile that he had missed the now
apparent diamond on your left hand.
Jinyoung reached out his hand and smiled, “Hi, nice to
meet you. You’re Dorine and Raymond’s son, the one who lived in Asia.”
Mark’s gaze was only on you, you tucked your hair
behind your ear, fidgeting at the situation that was occurring right now. He grasped Jinyoung’s hand and shook it, forcing a smile on his face.
“Hi, nice to meet you. Welcome.”
You stared as your fiancée and your ex shook hands, your
daughter remained clinging to your leg. You felt so uneasy, feeling your legs
wobble as the situation made you anxious. You bent down to meet eye level with
your daughter, pulling a cupcake from the table you handed it to her. “Why
don’t you and Jinyoung go and find a place to eat this cupcake while mommy
talks with her friend.”
Your daughter’s eyes widened at the cupcake, “Come on!
Let’s go eat!” she said in excitement before running off again.
You looked at Jinyoung and smiled, “I’ll catch up with
you two in a bit.”
meeting you Mark.” Jinyoung said already glancing to see where your daughter ran off too, then
he turned to follow after her.
It was silent, the tension surrounding both of you was
thick. You scrambled to find something to say expecting to be the first one to
speak but Mark beat you to it, “Wow, she looks so much like you.” Mark stated
as he watched your daughter from a far. “Jinyoung probably hears that a lot I’m
“Jinyoung isn’t her biological father,” you stated,
cursing yourself for speaking to hastily. It had become a habit for you to explain the situation
to others “Her biological father isn’t in the picture.” You quickly added. You
glanced at Jinyoung who sat with your daughter, peeling the wrapping around the
cupcake for her, “But Jinyoung is basically a father to her.”
As if Mark wasn’t surprised already, now he was really
caught off guard. He didn’t know what to say, a part of him hurt a little and another
part of him was curious to know what lead the father to not be a part of the
picture. Except, that was none of his business. He noticed the way you fumbled
with your dress and how uncomfortable you looked. He was starting to feel
pretty awkward himself.
“The cupcakes look great by the way,” he said shifting
topics and trying to ease the atmosphere.
“Thank you, definitely give one a try,” relieved that
he didn’t pry any further, you smiled at him, “I should get going and make sure
Jinyoung doesn’t let her eat the whole cupcake before dinner,” that was a lie,
you just didn’t want to be there with him right now.
“Yeah no for sure,” Mark nodded, “It was good seeing
“You too,” you smiled at him as you walked off.
Mark stared after you, you may have looked the same,
but your life was completely different. How did he not know that you were
engaged? Or that you had a child? Surely both of your parents would have talked
and there was no way news like this could have been kept hidden. He was more
out of the loop than he thought while he was in Asia. He needed a drink to
settle his thoughts. Mark made his way over to the bar and poured himself a whiskey
on the rocks. The cool malty drink warmed his chest as he sipped and made his
way over to the patio. He leaned against the rail to get a full view of the
celebration. Once again his eyes found you in the crowd. You were sitting at
the table, your daughter sitting on your mother’s lap while you fanned her with
a napkin. He watched as Jinyoung walked over with two plates of food and set it
down in front of you, casually slipping his arm around your shoulder as he
laughed at something your mother said. Mark felt a twinge of envy as he observed
the three of you together. He went to take another sip of his drink only to
find it empty, setting his glass down beside him he rested his elbows on the
rail. His gaze still fixated on you.
“Here, looks like you could use another,” Raymond
walked over with two glasses in hand and handed one to his son. His eyes followed
to where Mark was staring. “She’s a spitting image of how Y/N looked growing up
Mark took a sip letting the estery flavor coat his
mouth before swallowing, “Did you know?” he asked his father.
“Your mom and I both knew, but we figured it was none
of our business to share her news.” Raymond said, his expression apologetic.
Like Mark, he wasn’t one to pry into other’s personal lives.
Mark remained quiet, as he always is when he has a lot
on his mind. Why was it that as he watched you smiling at your daughter, another
man’s arms draped around your shoulder, he still wanted you? How many times had
he thought about you and him together, regretful for the way things ended? It was
so hard for him to let you go these past years but you had obviously moved on.