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BTS Reactions To Catching You Pleasuring Yourself

♡Seokjin♡:

Jin thought his ears were playing a trick on him, when he heard the distinct sound of your high pitch moan resonate through the house. He had just been on his way to meet the boys  when he realized that he had forgotten his wallet. He had expected to find you on the couch either talking to a friend, or watching your favourite drama, but was surprised to be met with silence. That was until he heard it. Your moan. He had heard it too many times before to not be able to recognize it. 

He was quiet as he neared the bedroom you two shared, your moans getting louder and louder the closer he got. He could feel himself immediately becoming hard when he heard his name leave your lips in a breathy moan. His lust getting the better of him, he couldn’t stop himself as he pushed the door open. He gave you no time to react to being caught, as he quickly made his way to you, pinning you to the bed. 

Fuck baby, is this what you do when I’m not home?” He whispered into your ear. At the question, you could feel your cheeks flush as you shyly tried to look away, but Jin was having none of that. 

Gently gripping your chin, he turned your head so you’d be looking at him, “am I not satisfying you enough?” However, the question was not posed at you but rather himself. Before you could respond, his lips were already molded to yours. With only thoughts of making you feel good running through his head, his hand caressed down your body to replace where yours had been seconds ago. 

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♡Yoongi♡:

You let out a frustrated sigh, as you thought back to the morning.

“Mmm baby,” you heard Yoongi murmur against you, his arm around your waist loosening.

“Hmm?“ You  mumbled, curling more into his chest.  

You were answered by silence. You smiled, as you began wonder if he had fallen back asleep. Before you could turn your head and check for yourself, you felt him press his lips against your bare shoulder. You were wide awake as he continued to kiss along your exposed back. As you felt the hand that had been around your waist begin to slither down in between your thighs, you couldn’t help but wait in anticipation. But nothing came. Instantly, all sensations were gone as the bed dipped and he got up.

You swiveled your head to look at him, "Yoongi what the hell?”

“Sorry Y/N, I have dance practice I can’t be late,” he smirked.

Your eyes narrowed at the memory; because of your teasing boyfriend you had been feeling beyond needy the whole day. However, you refused to play his game.

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You had thought you’d be fine. You had sworn to yourself that you’d be fine, but the effect he had on you was strong. You tentatively turned your head to the side to make sure Yoongi was asleep before you slipped your hand down your pj shorts. 

You were close when you suddenly felt the heat of Yoongi’s intense stare on you. No words were spoken as he moved down your body, his head coming to rest between your thighs. 

“Jagiya, if you were this horny you should’ve just told me,” he smirked.

You were just about to tell him it was his fault when you felt his tongue against you, instantly shutting you up.

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♡Hoseok♡:

“Jagiya wake up,” you heard a voice call as they shook you awake.

With your cheeks flushed, your eyes slowly opened to find Hoseok hovering above you. He looked worried.

“Oh thank God. Were you having a nightmare Y/N?” He asked, relieved to finally see you awake. Your tongue practically dried as you recalled very vividly what your dream had been about, or rather who it had been about.

“Uh,” you said awkwardly, “no…why?”

“You were making strange sounds,” he pointed out. With a puzzled look he continued, “well if it wasn’t a nightmare then what w-oh.” He abruptly paused as the realization dawned on his face. You were far too embarrassed to say anything. You couldn’t even look Hoseok straight in the eyes. You bit your lip hoping you could just disappear when you suddenly felt Hoseok press a kiss against your neck. 

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he reassured you, “however,” he paused, “I’d like it if you could tell me what it was about.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Your mouth formed words before you could even think, “I-i had been uh…touching myself when you walked in and um you kind of helped me with that.” 

“How?” He asked with blown pupils. You hesitantly looked towards the zipper of his pants. Following your line of vision he understood.

“Would you like me to turn that dream into reality Jagiya?” He whispered into your ear.

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♡Namjoon♡:

If you had asked Namjoon what was going through his mind, when he heard your soft moans coming from the bedroom, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. He wasn’t even sure himself. 

You had been so lost in your own euphoria, that you hadn’t heard the door open. All you know is that you had been in the process of pleasuring yourself when Namjoon suddenly burst through the door. 

Startled, your eyes were wide as you looked at him. The second you saw his face you could feel yourself shrink back. He looked absolutely furious. You watched as he crazily searched your room trying to find something or someone. However, he found nothing making what you had been doing to yourself only moments ago crystal clear.

“Namjoon?” You called questioningly, as you finally understood. You had initially thought that his anger was due to you pleasuring yourself without him, but were slightly hurt as you began to understand what had really upset him.

He ran a hand down his face and you couldn’t help but notice his jaw clenching, “fuck Y/N, I thought-I don’t know what I was thinking-fuck I’m so stupid.” 

“Namjoon do you not trust me?” The hurt on your face instantly sprung him into action as he got on his knees and began apologizing, “I do! Jagiya I do! I’m just stupid okay? You’re so damn perfect, that I can’t help but get worried sometimes.” 

Your eyes softened as you felt the sincerity in his words. You’d forgive him just this time. 

However, when he heard you say nothing he panicked,“Y/N, let me make it up to you.”

Curious you raised an eyebrow at him, “how?”

He looked as if he was in pain as the words left his mouth, "I’ll let you be in charge today.” You nearly laughed at how desperate he was to get you to forgive him. For someone as dominate as Namjoon, letting you have control was crazy. You couldn’t let this opportunity slip by. With an eager smile, you agreed.

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tbh i don’t know whether this turned out good or not but i hope you enjoy<3 

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anonymous asked:

Hi guys :) How about this: RFA + V & Saeran stealing/ accidentally eating all of MC's candy. She finds out and plans some sweet sweet revenge hoho~

Hehe, we relate to this one on a personal level. Maybe not MC’s pettiness…actually, yeah, that too. Enjoy~


Zen:

  • To be fair, he gets a lot of chocolate from fans
  • He thought your box of chocolates was his…until he actually read the sticky note on the lid with your name on it
  • He felt really guilty, so he moves the note onto one of his other boxes and hopes you don’t notice
  • Well….when you find cherry filling in the middle of your chocolate, you notice
  • You can gather exactly what happened, but instead of confronting him, you decide to play around a little
  • You run to the store and pick up those jellybeans with nasty flavors
  • You cover them in chocolate and put them in a bag which you leave for Zen on the counter with a cute note
  • When you hear a cry of disgust, you know he ate it
  • He comes running to you apologizing, because he knows exactly why you did it
  • He promises to make it up to you however he can
  • “Well…I’ve been wanting to practice some new styles with my curling iron…”
  • You can bet he was sitting in front of you the whole day while you did some weird stuff with his hair

Yoosung:

  • He’s not even thinking when he steals it
  • You were eating some gummy bears and left it on the counter while you took a shower
  • Yoosung only saw candy and started eating it….all of it
  • You come out of the shower and see the empty bag left on the counter
  • You confront him right away
  • He just looks away and says he doesn’t know anything about it
  • You believe him at first, and just assumed you miscalculated how much you ate 
  • But a little later, he gives you a kiss goodnight and you can taste it on his lips
  • Still, you say nothing…you have a better idea
  • You buy several bags of gummy bears the next day
  • For the next week, you place a few secretly inside every one of his meals
  • By the end of the week, he’s going insane and just bursts, “Okay! I get it! Yes, I ate your gummy bears, and I promise I won’t do it again! Just please…no more…”
  • He makes it up to you and buys you a bunch of candies
  • He’ll even separate out your favorite flavors so you don’t have to dig around

Jaehee:

  • You weren’t home and Jaehee was having some serious cravings for chocolate
  • You had a small jar of them
  • She usually didn’t take from you, but…maybe if she took one or two you wouldn’t notice
  • Too bad her week was super stressful and she lost count
  • She stares at the bottom of the empty jar, horrified at her deeds
  • She tries to run to the store to pick up more before you came home
  • But she was too late
  • She was already opening the bag to fill it when you walked into the kitchen and surprised her
  • The chocolates went all over the floor
  • You’re actually really calm about it and wave it off….doesn’t mean you’re not getting revenge
  • Throughout the weeks, you plant little tricks everywhere
  • She thinks she finds a tin of cookes?…Sewing supplies
  • Is that a box of chocolate?….filled with carrots and celery
  • You even replaced the ice cream with smoothies
  • After a few weeks, she’s begging for forgiveness and you finally let it go

Jumin:

  • You had made a bag of handmade chocolates for the next RFA meeting
  • You had worked for hours on them, and you stepped out for a little break while they were cooling on the counter
  • Jumin came in, about to head out to work
  • He thought the chef had made them, so he thought he could take it to work and leave them on his desk
  • He had a meeting with a large group of people, and he handed them out as little favors
  • They were all gone by the time the day was over
  • When he came home, he found a very disgruntled you giving him the silent treatment
  • It wasn’t until after dinner that you finally told him what he’d done
  • While you were still a little upset, he knew it would soon pass
  • But then the next day, he finds all of his nice ties are replaced with ones with goofy patterns
  • “MC…why are there cookies on my tie?”
  • “I don’t know…ask your employees.”
  • He just sighs and goes with it until finally you cool off and return his regular ties
  • He still keeps a few of the goofy ones though, because he finds them amusing


Seven:

  • It was that time of the month, and you were PMSing bad
  • Good thing you had saved that one bar of chocolate for a time like this
  • You walked into the kitchen and found Seven had just finished the last piece
  • You were so mad, you started hitting him with the closest item next to you….a loaf of bread
  • He’s backed up against the wall, “Look! I’m sorry! I don’t track your cycle. How was I supposed to know?”
  • He tries to calm you down and cheer you up by a few tickles
  • But you are not amused
  • “You can’t solve everything with tickling!” you yell as you continue beating him with bread
  • After a few hours, he thinks you have calmed down and gone back to normal
  • Boy,oh boy, was he wrong
  • Everytime you gave him food, there was literally only a bite left…he would have to find the rest on his own
  • You’d hand him a bag of HBC with one chip in it
  • You’d give him one noodle on a plate
  • You replaced the pantry with empty cereal boxes and chip bags as well
  • P-E to the T-T-Y
  • He gets so sick of it, he orders a huge box of your favorite chocolates to appease you

Saeran:

  • He has no self control when it comes to sweets
  • He found your candy in the pantry and devoured it within a minute
  • You didn’t even notice until later
  • He wasn’t even sorry
  • “Well, there was no note on it saying it was yours.”
  • Oh, he wanted notes? He was getting notes
  • You literally labeled EVERYTHING in the kitchen
  • Every single container of food you wanted had your name on a stick note
  • He’s unfazed at first
  • Until there’s so many notes that they start getting everywhere
  • He just walks up to you, his sweater holding a few stray sticky notes, and tosses you two boxes of the candy he ate
  • You thank him…and also inform him that he would be the one removing all the sticky notes left over

V:

  • He was craving a midnight snack
  • He was sleepy too, though, so he wasn’t exactly thinking or reading labels
  • So, he ate your chocolate and went back to bed
  • The next evening, when you were preparing to enjoy your little treat, the truth comes out
  • You take his camera secretly and fill it with pictures of food and candy
  • When he finds it, he apologizes for his deed
  • But he’s also kind of laughing at your ridiculous little prank
  • You really can’t stay mad at him, and he takes you to your favorite restaurant to make up for the chocolate 

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“Sign on the dotted line and everything will be complete.” Your lawyer handed you a pen and you took it hesitantly.

You looked at the piece of paper that lied on the table in front of you. Once you signed it with your signature, your marriage to James Buchanan Barnes would be over.

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Imagine Hannah seeing you at a party

“Hannah, I love your shirt.”

You said as you made your way over, holding a cup of beer.

“Oh this, uh no yours looks way better even if it’s wet.” She smiled while turning her head and looking down before looking back at you.

“Yeah, Zach Dempsey just spilled his drink on me, and by the smell it’s vodka. If I take my shirt off and ring it out we might get a buzz.” You laughed while pulling at the end of your shirt.

Hannah laughed and took a drink of her luke warm beer.

“Hannah, you wouldn’t maybe wanna ditch this party and go back to my place, my mom’s not home and my dad kinda wants me to be a rebellious daughter for once.”

“Oh sweet bra (y/n)!”

“Fuck off Bryce!” You hollered after Bryce as he make a quick turn around the corner.

“So Hannah what’d ya say? You can crash at my place if you want.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure why not. Wait how much did you have to drink?”

“Absolutely nothing I was just holding this so I looked cooler to you. Anyway I didn’t drive, I walked because I didn’t know if I was gonna drink or not.”

“Okay, cool” Hannah smiled as you both left your cups on the window seal and began your way to your house.

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A Blind Path Home, part 6

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.

Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?

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✮ —————— SUPERGIRL SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ This is… this is great news! ’
’ Hey, get away from the ledge, you’re gonna get hurt. ’
’ This one has the “S”. For “Super”, just like your cousin. ’
’ I just can’t hear you over the loud color of your cheap pants. ’
’ I’m the hero. ’
’ Oh, God. Is that smell you? ’
’ I see you share your cousin’s appetite for wanton destruction. ’
’ Three showers and I still smell of reek oil. ’
’ I went from superhero to eco-terrorist in a single bound. ’
’ I am not doing that interview. ’
’ How can you be so sure? ’
‘ I watched it happen for years with your cousin. ’
’ Reading glasses and a good slouch? ’
’ I see a city full of people who need help. Who need a hero. ’
’ Oh, no. I’m sorry. I meant to say who are you? ’
’ Trademark pending. ’
’ Have you lost your mind? ’
’ What were you thinking giving interviews? ’
’ It was more of a private conversation that’s being published. ’
’ What’s next? A book deal? A reality show? “Keeping Up with the Kryptonians”? ’
’ When did you even call him/her? The second I left? ’
’ I made a promise to your cousin. If anything ever happened to you… ’
’ I’m just trying to keep you safe. ’
’ It wasn’t supposed to be this way. ’
’ Your story… Your story is just starting. ’
’ I’m just dealing with an escaped alien prisoner. ’
’ You’ve spent more time in the Friend Zone than the Phantom Zone. ’
’ I am not in the Friend Zone. ’
’ Well… did you notice any of her/his other attributes? ’
’ Tell me, what do you think makes her/him a hero? ’
’ What can I get you? Or are you not allowed to drink and fly? ’
’ I was surprised, you’re usually a little more glib. ’
’ You said, tonight, you always build in fail safes. ’
’ I would never barter a child’s life. ’
’ I just can’t figure out why you did it. ’
’ For the record, I care about everyone. ’
’ You may have fooled this city, but I know you were behind this. ’
’ Finally, something we can agree on. ’
’ The fun is just beginning. ’
’ Can you hack into hospital records? ’
’ Easy-peasy, fresh and squeezy… ’
’ You were really mad, at something else. ’
’ You need to find, find that anger behind the anger. ’
’ You let that thing get away. I thought you were on our side. ’
’ It fought harder this time, harder. Faster. ’
’ It’s like it knew you’d choose to save those people. ’
’ Would you like me to call your mother a car? ’
’ I am the sole survivor of my planet. ’
’ You never get sick. That’s the best part about you. ’
’ Bow your head when you approach me! ’
’ Are you sure you want to do this? ’
’ It’s time for us to be a family again. ’
’ You’re gonna wish I’d died with the rest of them! ’
’ But can you look me in the eye and tell me that you are prepared to kill? ’
’ I’m very boring and really normal. ’
’ So, um, I’ll just get out of your hair. ’
’ You know, you guys could have told me. I can keep a secret. ’
’ I know there’s nothing anyone can say to make you feel better right now. ’
’ We are going to bring this thing in together. ’
’ I’m not leaving you alone with that thing. ’
’ That is not some anonymous alien you’ve brought in. ’
’ You’re compromising the security of this entire operation. ’
’ I would think you’d understand that better than anyone. ’
’ It is what makes you a hero! ’
’ That’s the difference between soldiers and heroes. ’
’ You waisted your ammo. ’
’ Without you, the world is a better place! ’
’ Without me, you’d be dead! ’
’ Please remember I would never try and hurt you. ’
’ I hate a generic sports metaphor, but that interview was a touchdown. ’
’ You wanna fight about it? ’
‘ I have too much self-esteem to kill myself. ’
’ I’m making stupid mistakes, like today. ’
’ The public will forgive you, I promise. ’
’ Ah, you do have a cell phone? Can I get that number, please? ’
’ You think I wanna do this? It’s the only way to win. ’
‘ I mean, that was terrible, but it was awesome. ’
’ We’ve never saved anything together. ’
’ I’ve dreamt of this moment. The two of us teaming up. ’
’ Um, not exactly sure you have to tell them that. ’
’ I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. ’
’ This is it for me, this is my calling. ’
’ The enemy has come in the guise of heroes. ’
’ You don’t get a chair ‘cause you don’t work here. ’
’ They have not left you, even in the face of death. ’
’ You ever spend time inside a foster home? ’
’ So just chill with the attitude, okay? ’
’ How can you, of all people, say that? ’
’ I know what you’re gonna say. I should have waited for you. ’
’ You didn’t give me a story, you gave me a half-baked idea. ’
’ I got the impression you didn’t want to spend time with me. ’
’ So, I memorized that fake ID for nothing? ’
’ I was shooting some hoops last night and hurt some ribs. ’
’ My whole life, I have been a sidekick. ’
’ I hate to break it to you, dude, but you don’t have superpowers. ’
’ I have a black belt and you’re right, I don’t have powers. ’
’ What do you have against a good old romantic comedy? ’
’ Yeah, your punk rock phase was very strange. ’
’ Are you slurring your words? ’
Love in Colors

☇  soulmates au

genre: soft angst and light fluff

pairing: taehyung // you

word count: 7,034

warnings: people have said they needed tissues but………

Description: Lost as an artist, you travel around in order to find yourself. Then you meet Kim Taehyung - a stranger, a friend, and your soulmate. Only you don’t remember him but he remembers you.

A/N: ahaha i decided to post this a day earlier :) i’m pretty proud of it, so i hope you’ll like it!!



I met my soulmate before I was conceived. we were nothing but constellations composed of dying stars. before the supernovas consumed us, he told me, “Don’t ever feel alone in the years to come. You may have your doubts, but we’ll collide again. They say the universe is infinite, but so is love.


As an art major, you have always been interested in the order of the world and its complex design, a nexus of colors and lights, hopes and dreams, fears and failures, completed with intricate beings that are both so fragile and so strong at the same time. It confounds you when you realize how every single being on this Earth has a story behind themselves. You have learned to appreciate the masterpieces produced by various artists, sculptors, photographers, and musicians alike, their interpretations and impressions always having an impact, leaving you in deep thoughts and moments of stillness afterwards, the final note ringing in your mind or the picturesque landscape imprinted beneath your closed lids. Perhaps this is how the child-like wonder always makes its appearance in your paintings.

Yet you are still searching for yourself and the kind of art that will make you up in the coming years in a world that is so big, a constant cycle of criticism and judgement. You spend nights alone under the starlit skies, agonizing over the smallest of details, dozens and dozens of shredded and crumpled papers thrown around.

To put it simply, you are utterly lost.

You always knew that being an art major was risky; the chances of being actually successful were low, and you were nearing graduation from your arts college with nothing in your portfolio. But from the first time your young, chubby one year old fingers touched the cool, slick paint and stained themselves across paper, you were completely immersed. The urge to draw was something you could never resist, even if you wanted to, and the talent came naturally.

You’ve never, in the ripe years of your life, had an artist’s block, always listening to friends go on and on about them, but you’ve always had inspiration. That is, until now.

You find yourself unsatisfied, constantly comparing your own paintings to those of Van Gogh’s or Monet’s, feeling that none of your pieces of art were alive enough. None of them were spirited or lively, and though yes, they were good, beautiful even, they did not convey the emotions you wanted the audience to feel. Anyone could be an artist that draws, but not every artist could move people. To become truly successful, one had to fully understand themselves to produce the art that they desired, and that was just what you were missing.

The constant strive for perfection is what echoes in your head day and night, and finally you have enough of it. Your friends too, suggest that you take a break and walk the world for a bit, and maybe then you would gain inspiration.

That is how you end up in the Louvre Museum in Paris, only you are still as stuck as ever, and your trip is quickly coming to an end, with only a few days left.

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh into your phone. You are wandering the museum, absentmindedly looking at the works. Nothing really strikes your eye.

“Y/N, seriously though,” comes your best friend Yoongi’s voice. He is the one that understands you the best, the drive for perfection in himself rivaling yours. A pianist, he gives himself up completely to the music. “Don’t get so stressed out. It’s okay if you have to stay another year.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you finally snap. “You’ve already gotten a couple offers. I haven’t even sent out my portfolio.”

The other side of the phone is quiet. You only hear the soft crackling of his breath.

“Sorry,” you say softly, a little bit guilty for raising your voice. “I’m just - I’m about to just give up. You should understand me, Yoongi, this feeling of imperfection that doesn’t satisfy me. There’s this constant spotlight in my mind, like my end goal, and I’m so close but there’s just this little stretch that I can’t reach. What if I really can’t find myself?”

“Y/N,” Yoongi says quietly, “these things can’t be rushed. The more you rush it, the more locked your personality gets.”

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5/23/17 pt 2

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, idk

prompt: the date lol
prompt list that i reblogged but don’t know how to insert soz

5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”

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or say other things like,
“Amazing, how you put up with her.”
Or once, when I was crying because my heel broke and it was raining and I lost the paperwork and it was a bad day and I had to be comforted by Trevor, as soon as he left Jason said,
“Had to call your boyfriend to come comfort you? Why’d he leave you here? Cant drive you home to watch cartoons?”

Let’s just say that we both said vile things to each other every time we had a short meeting.

Which brings me to today, where I have to go to a ball for the opening of another company’s new branch. I am here for diplomatic reasons and Bruce was gracious enough to give me a plus one. “Only two of my boys will be attending, feel free to bring someone along.”

I ask Trevor if he wants to come to a work event with me and he says no so I go it alone. When I call Bruce he says that it’s a shame but I am welcome to come over to the manor and carpool with them. He doesn’t say it like that but you get the gist.

It’s a winter ball and I’m wearing this navy/royal blue gown with long sleeves. My hair is that trendy “looks barely wet, out of the shower, but not ugly” kind of look and I pull a nude lip with a golden cut crease. I don’t plan on dancing so I wear one of my taller pairs of heels and drive over to the manor with some paperwork. Work doesn’t rest, does it?

When I get to the manor I have the joy of meeting Alfred again. He allows me inside and tells me that “everyone should be down in ten” and “oh, let me take those files for you, have fun tonight and blame the work papers on me!”
Mr. Wayne is in a tux already standing by the steps ordering Dick and Jason to hurry up and then I see them.

So handsome, Dick is wearing a black and white tux with accents the same colour as my dress and Jason, while I hate to admit it, looks dashing in his black but slightly maroon tinted tux.

“Where’s your date gone? Didn’t have work at the ball to help you with so he didn’t want to come?” (JT)

“Jason Peter, stop that at once.” (BW)

“It’s fine Mr. Wayne. Really, Jason doesn’t know how a proper boyfriend acts so he has to stalk mine.” (Y/n)

“Ooh, burn. Y/n, you look elegant tonight, I’d be happy to accompany you tonight.” (RG)

“Thank you Richard, it seems we make quite the pairing tonight.” (Y/n)

“The blue definitely makes your skin glow,” Dick says, “a dress fitting the woman wearing it.”

“It’s not the dress that makes my skin glow, thank you though. Your flattery is very well appreciated.” I giggle as we make our way into the car.

The drive is not too long, Bruce asked me about work and the recent activities in the work sphere and starts to talk to me about higher positions.

“Oh, Mr. Wayne, are you sure? I am quite young and would not want to upset the older offices that may want the opening.”

“Yeah, she actually just may upset herself, always stressed out enough as it is.” (JT)

“Jason, I think she can handle herself fine, she fits well with the family and there isn’t someone else I trust for this particular role.” (BW)

“I’ll definitely think about it and give you an answer tomorrow morning.”

We get to the ball and exit the car. As we waltz our way to our table I have this strange feeling and begin to worry.

“Hey, are you okay?” (RG)

“Oh, Dick, I am fine. I’m just a little queasy.”

“You’ll be fine, you’re probably just hungry. Let’s eat and we both can partner away for dances.” (RG)

“Of course, thanks Dick.” I nuzzle into his arm and let him lead me to the table.

Jason is glaring at Dick and I have no clue why. Does he hate me?

We sit at the table and begin our chat with some of the employees from the other company. They are so fruitful and lively. As we eat, I see something out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that Trevor?” I whisper. No one could hear except for Dick and maybe Jason if he was really listening.

“What?” Dick whispers back.

“Look,” I whisper even quieter than before, “he’s with anothe-”

And he kissed the girl he was with right then.

I gasp and immediately look down as if I was not supposed to see them. My eybrows furrow and I begin to pout.

I excuse my myself and run to the bathroom. I really didn’t want this to happen tonight, not with Jason here. This is embarrassing and making me angry. God, of all days?

“Of all days?” I yell into the bathroom mirror.

Luckily the bathroom was nearly empty and I swiftly left. I can’t stand Trevor. Gosh this is why we had to spend so much time at my work! All these nights he wasn’t spending with me he must have been spending with someone else!

I just entered the doors to the ballroom and quickly my left arm was being pulled and suddenly I was being pulled into an embrace. I am surrounded by the smell of Dicks cologne.

“Hey, how are you holding up?”
Dick smiles at me gently and guides me around the dance floor.

“Ugh, to be honest, not well but I’m going to get through it. I just don’t want to talk to him tonight.”

Dick dips me and we both rotate.

“Is this the first time something has happened like this?”

“Great detective, trying to solve another case?” I tease while swatting his bicep. “I mean, tonight was definitely a wake up moment but I guess I should have seen it all along.”

“Yeah? Jason tells me that you guys were real love birds in the office.”

“Jason talks about me? Haha, how sweet. You could say we were lovebirds, only in the office. I always wondered why he couldn’t stay the night or why we spent little time out of work hours. He was hanging around her during the hours without me. It makes sense now.”

“Don’t worry, you are a real catch, and if I could, I’d ask you out myself.”

“Oh, and why can’t you, billionaire bachelor?”

“Sweetheart, I already know someone who’s got eyes for you.”

The song is about to end,
“Really? Who?”

And Dick bows me goodbye and I’m standing alone on the floor. I see Trevor dancing nearby and I hope he doesn’t see me alone! Oh gosh! What can I do?

There! Is this my only option?
My way out? I can’t believe that this is how I have to do this…

I tug on Jason’s sleeve and quickly switch with the girl he’s dancing with.

“Rude much?”

“Okay I am so so sorry but it’s an emergency.”

Jason groans and looks away.

“Are you upset with me?” I ask.

“What? No.”

We are still dancing and Trevor is nowhere near paying attention to us. Still whispering sweet nothings to his other girlfriend.

I say nothing as we dance and soon Jason is pulling left and right and we sashay around.

“Woah! What are we doing?”

“Well, if you won’t tell me the emergency I am not going to stop having fun.”

I smile,
“Jason I hate to tell you this, but my boyfriend is over there and I am trying to avoid him, or at least not be seen without a partner while I figure out what to do.”

I start dancing more fearlessly as Jason’s hold on me becomes more secure.

“Why are you trying to avoid him?”
Jason begins to look around and sees how he is acting with that other girl.

“Hey dumbass, don’t make it obvious. He’s cheating on me alright! I thought he didn’t want hang out with me tonight but he already had plans.”
I start to tear up and I slow my dancing.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jason strokes the side of my face and lifts my chin.

“I did though, I wasn’t that good of a girlfriend and he needed another one.”
I attempt to look down but Jason doesn’t let me.

“No.”

“No?”

Jason guides me to the balcony outside and continues our slow dancing.

“All this attitude and you only show it towards me, why not show it towards him, huh? Does that make me special?”
He smirks and the corners of my lips begin to rise.

“Don’t think of yourself too highly, Todd.”

“Why do you hate me?” He asks with stern eyes.

I was taken aback by that sudden question.

“What? I don’t hate anyone–”

“So why are we like this?”

“Jason, I dislike a lot of aspects of you but-”

“What aspects?”

“Stop cutting me off and listen you bloke.”

His lips shut in two second and I smile.

“You really want to know the truth?”

He nods.

“I gotta tell you. The truth will hurt. Especially for a certain little daddy’s boy.”

He pouts and pretends to be upset.

“Okay, its honesty time. I don’t think we have each other a real chance. The first time we met was a disaster and I guess I still carry tensions because you wouldn’t apologize. You can blame my aggression on work or whatever, you were something to take it out on. I guess we were opposites and you know what they say about opposites.”

“That they attract?”

I laugh.
“They have more to fight about.”

We keep dancing in silence until he hand moves from my waist to my back.

“You look gorgeous tonight, just saying.”

“You look somewhat better than how I usually see you, thanks.”

He pretends to be hurt and I chuckle.

“Tell me Jay, why were you so mean to me?”

“Question of the century, why did you not spare me?”

I place me head on his chest and we continue to sway. I’ve almost forgotten what happened with my boyfriend.

“I like fighting with you. You are so cute when you’re mad. I also would like to take this opportunity to ask you out.”

He stares down at me as our dance paused.

I smirk and make my way to the bar, positive that he would follow me.

“Playboy, can’t you see I’m tired of having my heart broken.”

“Bubbling cider, make it two.” He orders the bartender and then looks me dead in the eye. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to try and make you happy.” He proceeds to kiss my hand slowly.

“Cliche, much? Why me?”
I take a sip of my non alcoholic drink (a/n: soz I don’t drink and I don’t know anything about drinks sorry this is bland)

“You are a hard worker, brilliant, beautiful, why wouldn’t I?”

“Try harder.”

“Alright princess, ever since I met you, I’ve already known a little bit about Bruce’s little miracle worker. I caught you and tried to get you interested by making you a little jealous. It didn’t work, but at least we had a relationship that developed. I’ve been waiting too damn long to ask you this, so I’m asking you now. Will you go out with me?”

I grin, “ Of course, my hero for the night can get a dinner with yours truly.”

“You wanna break up with Trevor first.”
Jason smiles and tips his drink towards the happy couple.

“I forgot all about that, let me.”

I walk over to Trevor and right when he and his partner switch, I slide into his arms.

“Oh! Y/n, I can explain! I-”

“Yea whatever, we are over and I want all my stuff back by Thursday, you can bring them over to the office but be sure to leave it with the receptionist.”

I lean in close to his ear and continue, “Don’t be worried, no harsh feelings. Just don’t expect anything from me ever again. Like helping you explain what I’m about to tell your girl over there.”

His eyes widen and I leave him before he apologized. I then joined his girlfriend in a dance and explain everything. She storms mad at Trevor and leaves with out him, while I, leave with Jason.

“It was fun watching you dance kitten, you are so entertaining.”
He kisses my cheek as we head into the car.

Bruce and Dick are in the car, already sleeping while Jason and I spend the car ride cuddling and catching up on all we missed while we were spending months fighting each other.

It’s going to be a great relationship, sprouted from a coffee spill.

Reasons to ship Scott x Malia
  • He calls her Lia
  • He was the one who changed her back into a human
  • He was the first person she saw as a human
  • He teaches her
  • “What if I told you that you’re the only one that I have left?”
  • He saw her naked (a lot!) but it isn’t a thing for them
  • They respect each other
  • “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing” “Your heart is pounding like crazy. Are you nervous?”
  • She sends him home when he wanted to help her with the desert wolf to protect him
  • ”I’m not asking. I’m offering. I’m just saying its okay if you want to [talk]”
  • They both broke up and are free for new love
  • “I can handle Peter” “You can handle him better with me!”
  • ”Malia. It’s okay. You’re safe.” 
  • “Scott you need your inhaler! Scott use it, use your inhaler!”
  • They saved each other many times

-She turns against her own father to protect him

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Send My Love (To Your New Lover) - Part 2

Summary of Part 1:  You come home to find Baekhyun has been unfaithful, which you expected, but what no one expected is your reaction.

Part 2: Requested (by many lovely people):  Hi! I know that this is probably a longshot, but I wanted to request a sequel for Send My Love? That scenario left me aching, and I need closure. Lol. More angst of course, but can the reader find a new love interest? I just want Baek to squirm a lot for what he has done, and of course there should be a big dallop about his jealousy

So this was supposed to be a one shot, and as I said in Part 1, you can end it there. BUT if you need closure, here’s more to help satisfy your needs. 

Also I’m tagging these babes because they inspired this: @tousdae, @byunshim, and @imbaekhyunstrash <3 thanks loves 

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Julie’s POV (Mistress) – One Month Later

The bed is empty when Julie wakes. It wasn’t a sound that woke her or a movement – it was the absence of it. The room is too still, too empty. She blinks groggily as she turns over to check the time on her phone. 5:12 AM. Always 5 AM, she thinks to herself tiredly. Like clockwork. Like Cinderella, except instead of a princess running away from the ball at midnight, it’s Baekhyun shuffling out of the house at the crack of dawn.

Sighing, she gives up on the idea of sleep and rolls out of bed, grabbing her bathrobe and the apartment keys on her way out.  

It’s a cool August morning when Julie steps out of the apartment complex, not quite cold but not warm either. She draws her robe tighter around her and pads down the sidewalk in her slippers, trying to push down the nagging sense of foreboding that’s been building in her chest for a while now. At the corner of the complex, she takes a left and follows the path into the courtyard. The leaves on the trees are just starting to curl at the ends as if drawing in on themselves from the coming cold, but she keeps her eyes on the path as she makes her way to the gazebo where a familiar silhouette stands, half-hidden.

Baekhyun.

A pang goes through Julie at the sight of him, and she steps onto the gazebo. He’s standing utterly still, a statue, leaning against the railing with his hand slightly extended as if reaching for something. His eyes are glazed.

“Baekhyun,” she says as she catches his hand. “Baek.” He’s still frozen, so she gently shakes him. Sometimes it takes a little bit of extra coaxing from her to pull him from his daze. He finally blinks, coming back to his senses, and he looks down at her with confusion that quickly gives way to understanding. Shame – and wretchedness.

“I was sleepwalking again,” he says. It’s not a question.

Julie tries for a reassuring smile. “But you didn’t yesterday, so that’s progress.”

“It’s not progress. None of this is progress. I don’t…I can’t…” His face is pale and his eyes are wide and glassy like an animal’s caught in headlights. Not terrified. Just…helpless. Resigned.

“Please,” Julie clutches at Baekhyun’s hand. “Please go see a doctor, jagiya. They can help you with whatever is going on. I know you won’t talk to me about it, but you have to talk to someone. You can’t live your life like this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Julie.”

“Baekhyun, don’t be stubborn. This has been going on for almost a month! This is a problem, but we can fix it—”

“I don’t want to fix it!” He yanks his hand away as he barks this out, but almost immediately after, the anger drains out of him and he slumps against the railing. His eyes have that vacant look again and he says once more, softly this time, “I don’t want to fix it.”

“Okay, baby,” Julie murmurs soothingly. Behind her calm voice though is a growing fear. If Baekhyun doesn’t try to get better, he’s only going to get worse – and she has no idea how to help him. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed, okay?” Hesitantly, she reaches for his hand, and this time he lets her lead him back to their apartment. When they make it back to the bedroom, Baekhyun just stares at the bed for a while before climbing in beside her. She turns to him, ready to curl up against his chest, but he faces the other way before she can do this.

Julie waits for him to fall asleep before she whispers, “I love you.” Because she can’t bear it if he doesn’t whisper it back. And she’s not sure anymore if he will.


The morning – well, the afternoon, really – brings the scent of coffee. It’s part of Julie’s ritual: wake up, brush teeth, toss some bread in the toaster, and brew coffee for herself and Baek. She twists her hair into a messy bun as she potters around the kitchen. Unbeknownst to Baekhyun, she has a plan. A plan to break him out of this drowning stupor and transform him back into the guy she fell in love with. The guy she broke all the rules for.

Apparently the smells from the kitchen are enough to rouse him because Baekhyun appears in the doorway, yawning. Julie pauses for a moment, distracted by the sight of him. His loose shirt and baggy pajama pants still can’t hide the hard lines of his sculpted frame, and she watches the way his body moves as he makes his way over to her. Even with his bedhead and dark circles, he’s breathtaking.

“Good morning, honey,” she pecks him on the cheek as he passes her to get to the coffee.

“Morning,” he says absently.

“Do you want me to make you an omelet? With chives and tomatoes and cheese? I know you like that.”

“That’s okay.” The clouds on his face clear for a moment as he offers her a smile, and Julie feels her breath catch. “Thank you though, Jules.” His appetite is still next to nonexistent.

“Anytime.” Plucking the toast from the toaster and placing them on two plates, Julie snags the butter from the fridge on her way to the table. Baekhyun joins her with the coffee, and they settle into comfortable silence as they eat.

That is, until she breaks it.

“So I was thinking…” Julie begins, trying not to feel discouraged by Baekhyun’s mental distance, “we should look at houses together.”

This catches his attention and he freezes with his toast halfway to his mouth. Slowly, he puts its down and meets her gaze. “What made you come to that decision?” he asks carefully.

Well, that wasn’t the response she was hoping for.

“I don’t know. This apartment seems so abandoned. Ever since Y/N left and took all her stuff with her, this place feels so impersonal, like a rest stop. Just somewhere to crash in between work and errands and all that.”

His shoulders have become rigid under his shirt. “Don’t talk about her, okay?” he says in a strained voice. The break up was hard on him, Julie knows this. There’s nothing Baekhyun hates more than hurting people, and he’s still probably feeling guilty.

She shrugs. “Okay. My point is, I want a home with you, Baek. I think maybe your soul is feeling restless, and building something new with me could help you find peace. You might even sleep through the night for once.”

He’s tearing his bread into smaller and smaller pieces as he considers this with a frown. “I just don’t know if I want to go house-hunting right now,” he finally admits. “I’m exhausted, and that sounds like an ordeal.”

“Or we can just do up this place.” Baekhyun still seems reluctant. “Come on, please?”

“Fine,” he groans, and Julie squeals, throwing her arms around him.

“Hurry up and finish your breakfast then.”

He glances at her apprehensively. “Why?”

“Because we’re going to the mall right after. And I’m driving.”

Baekhyun’s POV

The mall is packed. It’s a Saturday afternoon, and everyone and his mother are hanging out here. But then, it’s a small town and this is the only place to go.

Julie drags Baekhyun from store to store, and he struggles to keep up with her as she weaves easily through the clusters of shoppers, towing him in hand. His body feels heavy and clumsy from so many hours – so many nights of disturbed sleep, and his head is beginning to pound. But when Julie points out an intricate lamp or a patterned rug or a potted plant, looking for his opinion, Baekhyun does his best to show interest. Because this girl genuinely cares about him – and he cares about her too. Just not the way he cares about –

Stop. He shakes his head and grinds his teeth together. Don’t go there. Don’t think about her. But how can he not when every damn thing reminds him of her, of Y/N? The way the sun slants through the window of the bedroom they once shared – it used to slip through the blinds and fall directly on her face, and she would complain every morning to Baekhyun about this. But he never bought new curtains because he loved the way the light touched her soft features and made her into something celestial. The sound of rain against the roof of the car brings her to mind. The first time he kissed her – a real kiss, with his hands in her hair and her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer – was in the car, and it had been pouring out. He can’t even bring himself to eat omelets anymore because that was her favorite breakfast food.

Julie is marveling at different ceramic figurines to liven up their living room when Baekhyun suddenly excuses himself to go to the bathroom. As he makes his way out of the Pottery Barn, he pulls his phone from his pocket. He needs to make a call.


The mall is thinning out now. Baekhyun and Julie have been here for a few hours, and people are starting to trickle out. He’s on his way back from the bathroom, trying to remember how to get back to the Pottery Barn, when something catches his attention. A familiar sound, like the tinkling of wind chimes. Laughter. He whips his head around in search of the source of the noise, and his eyes land on a couple standing by a food court kiosk, trying out samples of cheese.

The guy is tall, taller than him, with a white smile, gelled hair, and an expensive fall coat. And the girl beside him is…Y/N.

Baekhyun feels the color leave his face as he reflexively steps back, allowing the people walking to partially hide him as he watches them. He hasn’t seen her since…that day.

The kiosk vendor looks bored as he offers them more cheese samples, but Y/N and the guy seem to be having a great time. She looks radiant, Baekhyun realizes with a twist of longing in his stomach, happier than he’s seen her in a long time. He can only stare as the guy places a sample in his mouth, makes a face, and then leans down to say something in her ear, and she throws her head back and laughs. The sound reaches him again like a caress, like a slap in the face, and Baekhyun’s legs can’t seem to decide if they want to run over to Y/N and the guy and yank them apart – or if they should carry him far, far away. It’s only when he watches the guy reach over to tuck a strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear that Baekhyun finally can’t take anymore, and he slips into the throng of walking people, letting the tide of their bodies tug him away from her. It almost feels natural to do this.

After all, this isn’t the first time he’s let life pull them apart.  

Julie’s POV

Baekhyun is silent during the ride home, but it’s the kind of silence that feels loaded, ready to burst messily. Something happened while he was in the bathroom, that much she’s figured, and she flexes her fingers around the steering wheel uneasily. Every move she makes only seems to drive him further from her – but she also can’t just stand by and watch him spiral.

“I love you, Baekhyun,” she says softly, tentatively.

“I love you too, Julie.” She bites her lip at how automated his words sound.

“Do you?”

At this, he finally looks away from the window to her. “Of course I do. How could I not?”

That should have been comforting, his answer, but something unsettles her about the way he says the last bit – how could I not? – as if there’s more to the question, something he’s leaving unsaid.

How could I not – because I have to at this point.


Even though it’s 6 PM when they get back to the apartment, Baekhyun tells Julie that he’s going to go take a nap and disappears into the bedroom, leaving her alone in the living room with her newly purchased home furnishings. She wilts onto the couch and pulls her knees up to her chin. Without Baekhyun’s company, there’s too many hours to fill, and she doesn’t want to start clattering around with the décor while he’s sleeping. It’s a small apartment.

So she fills the time with busy work – organizing the book shelf, going through her emails, taking out the garbage. On her way back in from the dumpster, she stops by the mailbox to collect their mail and flips through the envelopes as she heads back into the living room. Might as well attend to the bills and cut out the coupons now.

Going through the mail is as dull as she’d expected – until she gets to the phone bill. Julie straightens up in her chair as she scans the page, her interest peaked – and not in a good way. It seems in the last month, Baekhyun has made over fifty calls to the same number, and it’s not one that she recognizes. Shoving the other papers aside on the dining table, she unearths her cell phone and dials the number, not sure what to expect. Hopefully it isn’t some phone sex service—

We’re sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.

Julie stares at her phone as the intercept message ends. What the hell? She quickly compares the number she dialed to the one on the bill, and it’s the same. Baekhyun has been calling a disconnected number – multiple times.

Well. It wasn’t always a disconnected number. Pulling her laptop in front of her, she drums her fingers on the table as she waits for it to power on. She’s got some research to do.


It’s late when Julie finally climbs into bed, and not because she had too much trouble with her research. It’s because she had to go take a walk after she was finished to clear her head.

She settles against the pillow and traces the line of Baekhyun’s sleeping form with her eyes, considering waking him. But this might be one of those rare nights when he manages to stay asleep, when he’s not moved to wander, and so she holds herself back, albeit with some difficulty. She can talk with him in the morning, and it’s probably better to sleep on her thoughts anyway. Sighing, Julie closes her eyes and lets the storm in her mind lull her into oblivion.

She wakes a few hours later to an empty bed and rolls over to check the time. 5:15 AM.

“Like clockwork,” she exhales and scrubs her face with her hand. When did this become a normal part of her life? Running after her somnambulistic boyfriend who she’s not even sure loves her, at ungodly hours of the day? A flash of anger goes through Julie as she throws her legs off the bed and gets to her feet. This isn’t the guy she fell for, the guy that could make her laugh even when she felt like crying, who kissed her so deeply that she felt it in her toes. The guy she had been willing to hurt another girl to have.

The guilt comes back in waves as Julie walks out of the apartment complex, repressed emotion set free. She’d never been the type of girl to do what she did, set her sights on a taken man, become a…mistress. Ugh, what a dirty word. But Baekhyun was like no other man – no other person she’d ever met before, and at the time, she probably would have done anything for him. Maybe even still. It hadn’t felt wrong to be with him then because he felt so right by her side, the missing piece in her life. But today, for the first time, she’s feeling something new.

Regret.  

The gazebo comes into sight, and Julie shakes her head, snapping back to attention. Then she blinks. Looks around. Looks around again, feeling panic rising in her chest now, and she hurries over to the gazebo before stopping in her tracks when she finds it unoccupied.

Baekhyun isn’t here.

Julie braces herself against the railing and tries to stay calm. The car is still in the lot, so he can’t have gotten that far, right? But then, he could have started walking hours ago, and she can’t call him because his phone is still on the nightstand. He could be anywhere by now. Oh god, there’s a lake a few blocks away. What if he walked into it and just kept on walking? Forget the lake, what if someone found him in his defenseless state and tried to mug him? What if—

Julie’s bathrobe pocket vibrates – her cell phone. Thank god she took it with her. Snatching it up, she answers it without even checking the caller ID. “Hello? Baekhyun?”

“Is this Julia Lee?” an unfamiliar, commanding voice says from the other end.

“Um, yes.”

“Hello Julia, this is Officer Richards. You are Mr. Byun Baekhyun’s emergency contact, correct?”

Julie’s stomach drops. “Yes. Is he alright? Did something happen?” For the first time, she notices the sound of sirens and voices talking in the background of the call.

“It’s unclear right now as to what the situation is. You see, we found him lying on the side of the highway.”  

[Part 3] [Coda] [Masterlist]

Imagine Steve being determined to find you

“It’s a suicide mission, you can’t go alone,” Wanda called out to Steve, who stopped in his tracks.

“Tell me something, Wanda,” he tilted his head slightly in her direction. “Do they have Y/N?”

The Scarlet Witch remained silent before sighing out her answer. “I saw them take her. They have her.”

“Okay then,” he turned to meet her gaze, his blues eyes harden and were filled with determination. “You aren’t the first person to tell me I was headed into a suicide mission and you probably won’t be the last.”

There was nothing left to say, so Steve walked away. He wasn’t one to back down. No, he was going to get his best girl back.

Downright Neighborly; Part Two

Fandom: WWE/TNA

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday Crew, welcome aboard our jaunty ship once again! Tagging our usual suspects, the Prince Of Badasses @toxiicpop, Strowman’s Maestro @hardcorewwetrash and the All-Seeing Polaris @oraclegazes!

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Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”

“Sixteen.”

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”

“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”

“Hey, Two-Bit.”

“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”

“Soda?”

“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full…I got so scared..”

“Your boyfriends?”

“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well…”

“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”

“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”

“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”

“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”

“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”

“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”

“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.

“Okay.”

“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”

“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”

“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”

“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“It’s too late now. Here they come.”

“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”

“I killed him. I killed that boy.”

“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”

“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade…they were gonna be me up…”

“Yeah. Like they did before.”

“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”

“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”

“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”

“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”

“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”

“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”

“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”

“Wish I had me a weed.”

“Sure, Dally, thanks.”

“Now.”

“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”

“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”

“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”

“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”

“Shoot, you are too.”

“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”

“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”

“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches…”

“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”

“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”

“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”

“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”

“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”

“No. We gotta bleach it first.”

“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”

“Go ahead and cut it.”

“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”

“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”

“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”

“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”

“I know. Things have been happening so fast…”

“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”

“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”

“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared…There sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry…”

“Yeah.”

“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”

“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”

“Yeah…in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”

“Golly. That sure is pretty.”

“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”

“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”

“What?”

“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”

“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”

“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”

“You’re starved?”

“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”

“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”

“A spy? Who?”

“Cherry? The Soc?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”

“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess…I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”

“My parents, did they ask about me?”

“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”

“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”

“Hey, Ponyboy.”

“The window stopped him.”

‘Naw…Too fat.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”

“Get out!”

“Hey, y’all.”

“Don’t…don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “

“He came by.”

“Came to see Dally.”

“Tuff enough.”

“The book—can you get another one?”

“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t…I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back…”

“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”

“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”

“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself…I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”

“Hey.”

“Useless…fighting’s no good…”

“Ponyboy.”

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”

I Can’t Leave Her Here

||| Anon asked:  Could you do a reaction where BTS meets a homeless girl singing on the streets For money and one keeps visiting her because he slowly fell for her? |||


Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word count: 813

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

He will never forget the first time he saw her. He was heading to the dorm after a dance practice when he heard somebody singing. It was pretty late but he still looked around to see if any of the fans were following him. Good. Tonight was quiet. He pulled his mask on and headed in the direction of the park. There was hardly anyone around, except for her. She was sitting on the bench. The first thing Taehyung thought was that her voice sounded like out of this world. He leaned on one of the trees and closed his eyes. Somehow her singing calmed him down. He was standing there for a few minutes when the singing ceased. He opened his eyes and noticed that she was staring in his direction. He looked around to see if anybody was behind him but to his surprise she was looking at him and smiled. This made him blush and he quickly left the park. Good thing he was wearing a mask or she would have noticed how red he became.

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A few nights later he couldn’t resist to go check out if she would be there again. He heard her voice from a distance and was once again drawn to it. It was starting to get warmer and this time she had a crowd around her. They all clapped loudly after each song, sometimes throwing some money into the bucket placed besides her.

“So she’s a street performer.” he thought. He waited there and listened to her till he was the only one left standing.

“It’s you.” she spoke.

“You know me?” Taehyung asked.

“Not yet. But I remember those eyes.” she smiled giving him a hand. “My name is Y/N.”

Her smile made him feel warm and he took and shaked her hand taking his mask off at the same time. He waited for some kind of reaction but she showed no signs of knowing him.

“What?” she asked.

“It’s strange. You really don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?” she chuckled.

“Ah no no, it’s just that-“ he started stuttering, embarrassed of his own question. “Of course. Not everyone is going to know about you.” he thought.

“I didn’t quite catch your name.”

“Oh it’s Taehyung, nice to meet you.” and just now he noticed that he was holding her hand the whole time. “I’m sorry.” he said quickly letting go of it.

“It’s okay.” she smiled again. “Do you like music?”

“Yeah! I love music! I’m a singer myself.” he blurted and then realized what he said. Somehow he didn’t yet want her to know that he belonged in a group. “But I just sing to myself and such, not like I’m a pro or anything, you know.” he tried to explain.

“That’s amazing!! We should definitely try singing together one day.”

“That would be great.” he said as he checked the time. “Oh shoot. I was supposed to be back 2 hours ago.” he thought.

“In a hurry?”

“Kind of. Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Where else.” she said but Taehyung didn’t take it into consideration that time and just quickly waved her goodbye and rushed back.

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He couldn’t stop thinking about her but their schedules became so packed that he couldn’t go see her for almost 2 weeks. Sad that he probably missed his chance, he still wandered into the park. Maybe. Just maybe she will be there.

He was more surprised not by the fact that she was there but because she was actually sleeping on the same bench he always saw her singing on. He then noticed she was wearing the same clothes from their last meeting. Concerned he approached. He took his jacket off and put it on her but as he was looking at her face she woke up.

“Taehyung!?” she gasped. “Oh gosh, this is embarrassing.”

“Y/N, are you okay? Why are you sleeping here? It’s already really late outside.”

“Because I don’t have where to go.” she said averting her gaze to the ground. She held onto Taehyung’s jacket and started crying.

Only then did he realize that the owner of this angelic voice was actually homeless. He had so many questions as to what happened because she looked about his age but decided to leave them for later and just sat down and took her in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” was all he could say but that was enough as she hugged him back and cried till there was nothing left. Her breathing slowed down and Taehyung noticed that she fell asleep.

“How cute.” he thought wiping the tears away from her face. “I can’t leave her here.” he told himself as he picked her up and put her on his back. “She can stay with me for as long as she wants.” he decided, heading in the direction of the dorm.


~ Part 2 ~

A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

One, two, three

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary/Prompt: The first time you meet him, he’s fun. The second time, he’s amazing. The third time you realize he’s the most dangerous man in the universe. A chronology of a story that was never meant to be but that happened anyway.

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

A/N: I want to thank my baby for giving me a prompt to work on. This is over 5.6k words so bear it with me, would you? Feedback is love, feedback is life.


Originally posted by loveironman

The first time you meet him, he’s fun. 1988.

First days of school were always terrible for you, not to mention that this one in particular seemed a lot harder than the usual first days. Further studies were always a dream you had, and everyone in your family hoped you’d get into a good school; even though your field of choice was not their favorite option, it was better than nothing. Engineering was your passion and even though you once loved dolls, make up and all those things parents feed they baby girls, they were not enough to take your heart away from your true passion, and the MIT was the place where your wildest dreams would come true. All of them.

You got inside the classroom, and you’d lie if you said you were surprised to see how many men were around you. And being the only woman in the room was even less surprising, but you were not standing small. You searched on the list hanging from the door to see if there was any other fellow female, but nope. You were the only one, and you were focused on being the best, not even Tony Stark could beat you. Wait—Tony Stark? Oh shit, this was gonna be fun.

You sat in the last row of the auditorium, near the stairs, and funny enough, you found a slouched body next to you. It never spoke a word and as you still had a few minutes before the professor arrived, you took out your notebook and started to sketch some doodles on the first page. Apparently, it caught the stranger’s attention, because he tried to start a small conversation.

“That’s cute, you should be in art class.”

“And apparently you need someone who cares about your opinion.” You shot back, not looking at him.

He giggled almost in amusement. “I’m Tony—Tony Stark. Nice to meet you”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you nodded calmly, “nice to meet you too.” You replied, trying to be cool about him.

He awkwardly thanked you for not freaking out, and you spoke for about most of the class; well, except when the professor called out on both of you. He was fun, charming and what was most important to you, he was very smart. But not the kind of book smart. He was someone with a great sense of humor and he was a great story teller. Even though you didn’t hear a thing about the class, you did learn a thing or two about the millionaire guy sitting next to you. He was not as spoiled as you thought he was, and you realized that you were prejudging him for his last name, a thing that probably he had been through a hundred times.

“You know…” you murmured, “I thought you were a brat, but you’re actually really nice.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Maybe because you look like an ass? Just… try to smile and you’ll see how people change towards you.”

“So… may I borrow your notes?” Tony asked innocently, looking at your filled page. Even though you had not paid much attention to the professor, you still picked up some great details.

“Fuck you.”

With time, and as you saw in each other great study partners, you became fonder of his presence. He was so incredibly rich that he had a place on his own and even a maid, whom was very nice and always tried to slip out her preference for you and what great good you had done to Tony. You only laughed at it because Tony wasn’t really bad, he just needed to come down from his cloud.

You stayed there long, sleepless nights that were filled by tired groans, feelings of defeat and non-stopping cups of coffee. Tony Stark, the richest kid of your class, had seen you in your worst moments and you couldn’t care less. Even her maid –he called her his nanny—Margarita, seemed to be very fond of you and always had something delicious when you were going home. Sometimes, when Tony headed to your place, he brought some kind of edible gift, courtesy of Margarita, of course.

As months started to go by, it wasn’t a rare thing when everyone said you looked great together, but your reaction was to wrinkle your nose in disgust. You never thought about Tony in that way, but you did think about how sex would be with him. He surely was one of those rick kids that fucked everything with a vagina, and for some reason, he was just naturally good at it. A few weeks went by before you could put the idea into words, and so you broke the news to him one day.

“Stark, do you consider me your friend?” You asked. It had been a long day of studying and you both had given up on reading anything else. You were at his place, lying on his bed next to him. Even though Margarita was still around, she was very discrete and never asked personal things unless she felt completely entitled to; she knew things, she was like a bruja, but you appreciated her a lot anyway. Tony hummed and nodded in response. “Have you ever thought about me as something else?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I mean, we spend a lot of time together but you’ve never given me that hint.”

“So you have?” You asked again.

“Yeah? I don’t know.” He shook his head in confusion. “You’re great, and I do consider you my friend… but you’re just too good to be with a guy like me. I’m a fucking mess.” He giggled.

“Agreed,” you chuckled, “but… what if I told you… that we could have sex just for fun?”

“Would our friendship be ruined?” He looked at you with a skeptical eyebrow raised. You shook your head. “Just sex?” You nodded. “What if one of us start to feel something?”

“We’ll be as honest as we have always been.” You assured him.

You didn’t do it immediately; in fact, you two were just too exhausted to even think about having sex, so you just hummed in agreement. But, after a night of studying and cuddling –and a bit of drinking—you two were at your place for a change, and things started to get all heated up real soon. In just a few minutes Tony was devouring you whole. Well, it was not that good; you had way higher expectations, but he was not so bad either.

“Good night, Tony.” You lazily said and wrapped yourself with the blankets.

“Good night, gorgeous.” He replied, nuzzling at your neck and giving you a quick kiss on your hot skin.

You fell asleep in his arms and had the best night of sleep in a very long time.

The next morning, he was not there anymore; he was nowhere to be found. The next few days he ignored you and pretended like nothing ever happened, not even your friendship. The last time you saw Tony Stark, was when he held a blonde in his arms at one of the faculty parties. You tried to play it cool, like you didn’t care, but you did care. You cared a lot. It took you a while to understand what he had done.

He used you.

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anonymous asked:

y'know, I never thought I could hate a character more than I hate Umbridge but then Wanda happened. I just... can't. fucking. stand. her. And then it's Clint... and even Natasha who betrayed Tony and I just need a life and friends and hobbies bc I spend all of my time obsessing over Tony and wanting him to be cared and loved and ok and I just... I HATE THEM!!!

Listen… before I get on to the Wonderfully Infuriating Subject of Wanda Maximoff, I’d like to say that I have 99 problems with Civil War, and the characterisations of my Good Boys Clint and Steve make up a good 95 of them. Just be warned, this rant is long and whiny as fuck.

I honestly really disliked Clint in Civil War, which sucks because he’s my Dumpster Son and he deserved better than just being reduced to The Guy With The Arrows, you know? What were his motives??? He was retired, he was spending time with his family, and then he just upped and left because ..what…Cap batted his eyelashes? Like… he had nothing to do with the accords. Nothing. He probably didn’t even read them; I mean Vision asked him to consider what he was doing and he did this Really Cool Eye Flicker™ before just saying ‘yeah lol okai considered bro’ and I mean?? You have children??? 

And then of course, the scene on the Raft. It’s kind of amusing in an infuriating sort of way, because I mean this is basically Clint summed up in a short piece:

Clint: *Breaks Law* For justice :))

Clint: *Is put in jail for breaking law*

Clint: :0 :0 This is UNJUST!!!!

And I mean, he appears to blame 100% of everything that happened on Tony, which I guess one could do when they’re angry and imprisoned and their other friend is standing on the other side of the bars. I can kind of get that from an objective point of view..? But? No? He’s an adult and he broke the law? That is… that’s what happens? 

Of course, when he makes that remark to Tony about Rhodey, all hope I had for his Civil War character immediately burst into an inferno and propelled itself out of the top story window. That was unnecessary and hurtful and untrue, and it made me want to slap the shit out of him.


Now. For Wanda.

If you like her character, then that is completely okay, but I don’t advise reading this.


Because I despise her. 

It’s not really her character, more as the way she was written. She had so much potential, to do so much good. But her origins are F U C K E D up, her attitude is childish (despite the fact that she is an adult guys!!) and her general character is quite frankly that of a whiny bitch.

We first see her in AoU, when she is working for HYDRA, after voluntarily (Voluntarily!! working for a terror organisation you guys!!!) Signing up for experimentation that had killed everyone else before her.
I mean, that alone tells you something about her character and her thought process.

Next, we discover that a missile with Tony’s last name on it tragically killed her parents. This is sad. This is horrible and no child should ever have to go through that.

But then she decides that Tony Stark Personally Aimed, Launched and Fired it, and decides to go on a ten-year murder plot in order to kill him for it, and that’s where the sympathy stops. Right there.

I know this is a common example, but Imma say it again because it’s important. If my parents were shot and killed by a gun that had the word ‘Beretta’ on it, I ain’t gonna go after the fuckin gun company. Why would anyone??? It makes literally no sense at all and just paints her as a villain who’s also lowkey stupid???

She had years to think these actions through, and yet still she did them. It literally does not matter about whether she helped for like the last hour of the Avengers film because the literal entire fucking world was going to be destroyed, and she didn’t want catastrophe on that scale.

You know,,, she just wanted to murder Tony. And obviously, the Avengers are his buddies, so lets try and kill them too for no reason at all!!!

She… I mean… God, she subjected Bruce to his worst nightmare and had him tear through a populated city,,, for the sake of destruction?? She literally just wanted to cause pain??? And you can’t tell me no-one died because of that because… it’s a fucking hulk? She purposely twisted all the team’s minds, and let Tony take the sceptre because she knew he could hurt people with it because of what she’d planted in his head? It’s… it’s disgusting?

You tell me ‘she’s changed’ and ‘she’s just like Tony, she used to be bad but now she’s good’ or whatever the fuck, but let me tell you this: Tony never, ever wreaked destruction for the sake of destruction. He never went out with the sole intention of killing specific innocents. He built weapons to p r o t e c t, which is why as soon as he sees they’re no longer doing that, he shuts that shit down. 

Wanda never seems to learn that lesson. Even when, For God Knows what fucked up reason, they appear to make her some sort of avenger for helping them stop the world ending (that, you know, she helped cause), she still doesn’t understand that her job is now to protect people? Her motives are still… idk selfish I guess?

“i can’t control their fear. Only my own.”

Well bitch u know what. Maybe if u stopped running off and trying to tell everyone that you, an incredibly powerful individual with a past involving terror organisations, are ‘above the law and don’t need the accords’, they’d… u know… stop being scared of u…


Don’t even get me started on what she said to Tony. I’m done with this shit. But yes anon I’m sorry this was so long but essentially, I very much agree. Good day sir.

Clingy

Anon prompt: “Can you do one where the reader and Jughead are already dating and they are super clingy.”

A/N: I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

“Y/N, you didn’t call me when your class finished.” Jughead says, catching up to me in the halls.

“Because it just finished.” I stop at my locker, opening it to put my books inside and get out another text book for my next class.

“You said you’d call after every class.” He pushes, watching me.

“Jughead,” I close my locker, turning to him. “I told you, it just finished and my phone is swimming in my bag somewhere. I’m sorry.”

He’s leaning against one of the other lockers, staring at me in disbelief, “Look, Y/N, next time just call me, okay?”

“It’s school, Juggie. Nothing bad is going to happen to me at school.”

“You don’t know that.” He says, tilting his head to the side.

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Please don’t worry about me.
I’m just a little tired from being strong all the time…. Between dealing with all my own problems, pretending everything’s fine and helping other people with their problems – I sometimes feel like I have no energy left.
Sometimes I imagine what it would feel like to be taken care of… for someone to wrap me up in a blanket, hold me while I cry and tell me that they love me and that everything will be alright. But for some reason, whenever anyone asks me if I’m okay – I always say I’m fine!?
I think deep down I’m afraid…. Afraid that if I reach out for help, I might be let down… or afraid that if open up, all the pain I’ve been holding inside will come flooding out and I won’t be able to stop it.
I think that’s possibly the biggest paradox of having strength… that sometimes you spend so much of your energy being strong for yourself and others that it ultimately weakens you to the point where you feel you have nothing left to give… That’s how I’m feeling right now – but give me time and I know I’ll be okay.
I’ll push through like I always do… because I’m strong….
and I don’t know how to be any other way.
Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

Request: What if the reader was an animation student (I’m an animation student in Ohio) and she had an assignment for a class where she needs a nude model? So she asks Steve to be her model and she had him do a few sexual poses. (I just need some gold old smut and some thigh riding xD…) I can always request something else, if need be!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Thigh Riding (one of my damn weaknesses), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language. Watch your ovaries, ladies.

Originally posted by luvinchris




Going to school, as an avenger, was no easy task. Going to school isn’t easy as it is, I have to save the world on the side, too! Sleep isn’t coming to me very easy these days.

The time currently reads 2:33AM and I’m wide awake.

I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half, and it’s been fighting me. Sleep isn’t going to be coming any time soon.

Groaning, I drag myself out of bed, and run down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On to the way to the kitchen, I hear someone grunting coming from the training room.

‘I’d know that sound anywhere.’

Walking into the training room,  I lean up against the wall. This is always a pretty sight. I could watch this all day long.

“You just gonna stand there and stare, (Y/N)?” Steve turns and smiles at me.

Sweat beads drip down his temple and into his tight shirt. (You know the one ;)

“S-sorry Steve, it’s kinda hard not to.” Chuckling, he unwraps his hands after his assault on the punching bag.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). Can’t sleep?”

“No, sleep avoids me at all costs these days.”

“I understand, doll. Did you need something?” Blushing, I play with the hem of my shirt.

“Um, I didn’t, but now that I think about it, maybe you could help me with something?”

“Sure, (Y/N) what can I help you with?”

“I have a project in my class due next week and I haven’t even started it yet, I haven’t had any inspiration. But I think I just did.”

He chuckles.

“Alright, what do you need me to do?”

“Well, don’t look so excited yet, you might not want to once I tell you what I need.”

“Well I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“I need a nude model.”

Steve looks up, stopping unwrapping his hands in the middle of his second one.

“A nude model? Like, naked?”

I laugh, he’s so cute.

“Yes, Steve. That’s what nude means.”

“Uh, um. Are you sure you want me?”

‘Oh God…oh God, oh boy do I…’

“Of course I WANT to, Steve. I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t. Like I said, I didn’t have inspiration, but I just struck it.”

He drinks out of his water bottle.

“Uh, a-alright. When do we do this?” I can tell he’s really nervous.

“Steve, you don’t have to if you don’t want to..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I’ll be fine. We can do this.” I feel like he’s trying to convince himself, rather than tell me.

“Alright, you wanna do this right now? We’re both exhausted but having trouble finding sleep, why not try to get some type of work done.”

Steve smiles.

“Alright, doll. Lead the way.” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, carrying his water bottle with him.

“Come on then” Steve follows me.

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Steve and I make it to my room where I keep all my art supplies.

“Alright Steve, let’s get this done.” Steve gulps and looks up at you through his eyelashes.

“That means you need to get nude, Stevie.”

“O-oh, okay.”

“I’ll turn around if that makes you feel better.” I turn my back to him to give him some privacy.

I hear him rustle around with his clothes before he speaks.

“I-I’m ready.”

I turn around and ho-ly shit. God this man is so fucking gorgeous, like my God.

“O-okay. Sorry, I’m gonna try to be professional about this,” My eyes drag over him one more time. “But oh my, God..this is gonna be difficult.” Steve has a deep blush going on, from his neck to his ears to his face.

“Don’t be shy, Steve. Believe me, you have nothing to be nervous about. Wow.”

He drags his lip between his teeth.

“Alright, (Y/N) whats my first pose?” Oh yeah, we’re doing work.

“Um, just sit on the bed for now, almost like you’ve just come out of bed and are trying to wake yourself up.”

He sits down, he has his legs pushed together, as if he’s trying to keep himself hidden.

“Steve, the whole point of a nude model is the NUDE part.” I smirk and raise my eyebrow.

He draws in a big breath and spreads his legs, his large member (even when it’s soft) lays flaccid against  his leg. He hangs to the left, I take note.

‘Oh my, Captain. He must be massive.’

I drag my lip between my teeth, and getting to work. As I’ve drawn him, I’ve noticed his dick has started to harden.

‘Oh God I should have known this was going to be so fucking hard, no pun intended, me.’

I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure.

“Alright Steve, I have an idea.”

He leans up, resting his elbows on his knees.

“What do you need me to do, doll?” His voice has gotten deeper, sexier. If that was even possible.

“Would you be willing to do some sex positions for me?” His eyebrow raises.

“Sex positions? How am I supposed to do that alone?” I chuckle.

“I’ll show you, Stevie.”

Guiding him as best as I can into some, rather compromising positions, I begin to draw him.

He is standing up now, with his cock in his right hand, and I’ve told him to make it look like he’s thrusting into someones tight, wet heat. Oh God at this point, my cunt is soaked. I need him, I need something. I can’t even focus right now. His cock is so hard…so long and so thick…fuck this, I want him.

“S-Steve?”

He turns his head to look at me.

“Yeah?”

“I have another idea.”
“Tell me.” He’s almost breathless, and I can tell he’s becoming desperate too.

“Sit down on the bed, lean back on your arms and spread your legs.

He does what I ask, no questions asked.

Oh how I want nothing more than to jump on top of him, and slide my wet pussy down his massive cock.

But I wanna play a bit first, if he’ll allow it…

“I-I wanna try something…is that okay?”

“Do whatever you need, doll.” I know that’s a welcoming invitation.

Stripping out of my own clothes, all except panties, I understood why he was so shy. This is nerve wracking.

However, seeing his reaction tells me I have nothing to worry about.

“Have you ever had someone ride your thigh, Steve?” Biting my lip, I bring myself on top of him, straddling his left thigh.

“No…can’t say I have, (Y/N) but I have a feeling it’s going to be quite a beautiful site.”

I bring myself down on his thigh, the friction from his thigh and my panties against my cunt is almost too much to bear.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, bringing his mouth to mine, our tongues dance together, battling for dominance.

I begin to grind myself against his thigh, slowly at first, back and forth, back and forth until I feel myself about to cum. He can tell I’m close as I go faster and faster, chasing that sweet release.

He suddenly flips me over, stopping my assault on his thigh.

“F-fuck Stevie, why did you stop me?” he growls.

“If you’re gonna come you’re gonna cum around my cock. I saw the way you were admiring it, doll. What, never seen a cock as big as this?” He grabs his cock and smacks it against my clit a few times.

“God, Steve please. Please fuck me.” I’m never one to beg for anything, but I need this…

He smirks.

“You never answered me, (Y/N)”

“No Steve, I’ve never seen a cock as big or as pretty as yours and I want in inside of me, so deep.” He groans, and shoves his cock into me. Slowly at first, then a little faster.

“More Steve, I can take all of it, I want it all.”

“Yeah? You want me balls deep inside your cunt baby?”

God vulgar Steve is a good Steve.

“Yes, please, all the way.” He does just that, all the way until his balls lay against my ass.

Thats when he starts going rough. Hard, rough, fast. This is pure raw fucking and nothing more.

And it’s so fucking hot.

“God Steve I’m about to cum!”

“Yes baby, let it out, don’t hold back. Cum on my cock, I’m right behind you.”

A few more sloppy thrusts later we’re both coming apart at the same time.

“God that was amazing, doll…”

“Oh yes, God that was everything I was hoping it would be…”

“You’ve thought about sleeping with me before, doll?”

“Oh God so many times, Captain.” I say captain a little seductively.

He takes in a sharp intake of breath. I smirk, looking into his eyes.

“Oh? Someone likes to be called captain in the bedroom, too hmm? Oh man, I can’t wait till our next time.” I run my finger down his spine.

“If you don’t behave yourself doll we’re gonna have round two before you’re ready…”

I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.

“Did you get what you needed before we got distracted, doll?”

“Yes, Cap. It’s perfect…thank you.”

We lay down in my bed, still nude.

“Stay with me for the night?”

“I’ll stay with you forever.” We end the night with a deep, passionate kiss.

I have a feeling I’ll get an A+ ;)

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