Now Playing… Bad Idea By Girl In Red

the fact Mobius doesn’t know Loki went to talk to Sylvie to DEFEND HIM and so he must think that Loki didn’t defend him and that he chose to leave him behind to be with Sylvie again. I’m gonna be sick

bad idea

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

smut

“Darling, you’re so pretty it hurts” - girl in red

:mature warning:

“robin” she interrupted you with a wet kiss, you returned it quickly, “robin-” you tried stopping but god it was so hard when she had you pressed up against the wall.

You and Robin had both snuck out of class to make out in the girls bathroom. As much as you loved kissing your girlfriend, you hadn’t expected it to last this long, or at least not in such risky place.

“s’fine no one’s- gonna catch us.” she said in between sloppy kisses. She had one hand placed on your lower waist while the other cupped your face. She pulled your lower half closer, craving your touch and eager to have that open space closed. Both of your hands clutching the front of her sweater as her kisses progressed down your neck.

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fake dating prompts

as celebrities ????? ..... im cooking

"hold my hand" "absolutely not" "they'll think somethings wrong if you don't" *grabs hand and kisses cheek*

staying at a hotel but theres only one bed

kissing in private as 'practise'

"if we do this, we need rules" "rules? for dating? seriously?"

wearing eachothers clothes publicly to 'keep up the image'

"all you have to do is stand there and look pretty, it shouldn't be that hard" "it's not gonna be hard at all, thanks!"

"you have to admit we look good together" "i don't have to admit anything"

"i think i might be falling for you" *laugh* "good one!"

acting like a couple in private to 'stay in character'

fake dating with benefits??

meticulously planning 'candid' photos

living together so people dont get suspicious

coming up with a ridiculous story on how they got together to see if people would believe it

flirting as an act turning to real flirting

"why did you kiss me with tongue?!" "'cause it was kinda funny"

"i hate you" "there's people coming" and now they're making out

using the most embarrassing pet names they can think of

"you're not even a good actor" *has 4 oscars*

reasons for fake dating:

to make ones ex jealous

so ones ex leaves them alone

so they dont have to attend award shows alone

for media attention

to avoid media attention (but they end up gaining more)

for fun

ADD ON TO THIS!!!! I NEED MORE FAKE DATING PROMPTS FOR MY OWN WRITING

All I'm saying is that some fics deserve to be movies. Like I need the edits, the controversy, the fanart, the obsession which will follow me like a shadow until I die, the fanfiction of the movie which was based on fanfiction in the first place-

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angsty  dialogue  prompts  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

cozy and content -prompts for your otp cuddling in bed

prompt list by @novelbear

drawing circles and patterns on their chest

humming/singing their partner to sleep

carefully trying to turn the lamp on the nightstand off without letting go of their partner in their arms

"what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!"

playing with their hair

laying their head on their lover's shoulder, one arm lazily wrapped around their torso and a leg over theirs

taking innocent peeks at their partner's phone every once in a while they're scrolling

"your hair smells nice..."

smiling as they feel their partner lay a firm kiss on the top of their head

"did we fall asleep?" "i think we did.."

not being able to be calm for five minutes as tickle matches ensue

sneaking photos of each other because they're just too cute

laughing when one drops their phone on their face

"we should really get up." "we should....but we won't."

feeding them fruits/other snacks they have

absentmindedly playing with the other's fingers

melting because they just look so cute all bundled up in blankets

^ like i mean they're all curled up and look small, covered up so much that all they can see are big eyes peeking out and innocently blinking at them from the blanket. how do you want them to keep a straight face.

feeling little kisses being placed on their neck, chest, or chin from time to time.

"did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice. and they're still warm."

holding them as if they're protecting the other from the world as they're snuggled up at their side.

strange love - king!steve harrington x loser fem!reader

everybody wants to know… if we fucked on the bathroom sink.

18+ ONLY MINORS GO AWAY!

warnings: mean!dom steve, steve is a dick, public sex, light degradation kink, unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, reader cries, angsty angst

based on strange love by halsey

thank you as always to my love @onegirlmanytales for beta reading this at like 1 am. 😘

divider credit: @firefly-graphics

You shouldn’t have come to this stupid party.

And you wouldn’t have, if Steve hadn’t practically begged you to make an appearance. It was only going to lead to more heartbreak for you, having to watch him flirt with every girl in the room. It would end with you going home alone, wondering why you weren’t good enough to be on his arm. But you went anyway, your heart outweighing the logical side of your brain. You even made sure to wear your best dress, hoping to catch his eye. But Steve didn’t look your way the entire night, and you felt defeated.

It wasn’t until a piece of notebook paper was tossed at your head, unraveling the crumpled page to find a few words written in his familiar script. Meet me in the bathroom - Steve. You immediately slip the note into your purse, finishing the few remaining sips of the drink in your cup before you make your way to the second floor. You knew the male's house far too well now, having found yourself in his bed more times than you liked to admit.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it was only meant to get back at your cheating asshole of an ex-boyfriend, Troy. You found him in bed with Vicki Carmichael, all because you weren’t ready to have sex with him. As much as it hurt you, part of you was incredibly relieved. Something wasn’t cliquing with the two of you, and deep down you didn’t want him to be your first. Troy and Steve were good friends, so it felt right to ask Steve to be the one to take your virginity. Telling yourself it would royally piss Troy off, but you’d always secretly had a crush on Steve since middle school. That was your real reason, not that you’d ever admit it.

Steve was extremely willing to grant your request, but what neither of you expected was that he would keep coming back for more. You had him wrapped around your finger, without even realizing it. But you both made a promise to keep the whole thing a secret, any plans of revenge being thrown out the window. Now that you weren’t dating Troy you had gone back to your quiet loser status, which you preferred anyway. But Steve couldn’t have that ruining his reputation, so you went along with it. But it didn’t stop the two of you from hooking up multiple times a week, which led you to the present moment.

Your breathing was labored, partially due to the hand covering your mouth. You could hear the bass of the music from outside the bathroom door, so there was no need to be extra quiet. But with Steve it was a necessity… especially in such a public place. With anyone who could press their ear to the door and figure out what was happening. You were bent over the bathroom sink, Steve fucking into you with such a ferocity it made your knees wobble. He had barely let the bathroom door shut before he was on you, tugging your panties down your legs.

“God you’re such a little tease you know that? Wearing this fucking dress, getting me all worked up.”

He’s growling in your ear, whimpering against his hand as he pounds into your cervix. Steve is gripping your hip so hard you know he’ll leave bruises behind, but the harsh action only turns you on more. Knowing how desperate he was to have you, made you putty in his hands. Your own hand is moving between your thighs, finding your bundle of nerves and circling it with your fingers. You glance into the mirror in front of you, watching his face as he continues to ram himself inside you. His honey brown hair sticking to his forehead, eyes meeting yours in the reflection. There’s a knowing smirk on his lips, as he watches you intensely.

“Hm, look at how pathetic you look already honey… letting me use you like a whore. But you like that don’t you? You like being my whore?”

You find yourself nodding, still unable to speak. Steve had fucked any coherent thoughts from you, seeing how ruined he had made you already. Mascara was streaming down your cheeks, looking at your fucked out reflection as he continues to pound into you from behind. Your eyes can't help but focus on him now, seeing how his mouth falls open groaning as you continue to pulse around his cock. He looked so pretty like this, and while you had witnessed it many times now— part of you still was so mesmerized by him. You can feel your orgasm bubbling up in your belly, continuing to rub your clit faster.

“S-Steve!!”

You cry out against his hand, his name muffled as your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes over you. But Steve doesn’t let up his pace, your knees shaking as he fucks you even harder.

“I know you can cum harder than that honey, do it again.”

He nearly growls in your ear, dropping his hand from your mouth and knocking your own out of the way to continue to rub your overly sensitive clit. You’d barely come down from your first high before he has you barreling towards another one. Steve is hitting that sweet spot inside you with perfect precision. Your eyes meet once more in the reflection, that cocky look plastered on his face as you feel yourself falling over the edge again. Gripping the counter with one hand and covering your mouth with the other to muffle the scream that rips itself from your lungs. Your scream mixed with how much you’ve soaked his cock is enough for Steve to break, painting your inner walls with his release.

He finally stills his hips at your deepest point, in an attempt to keep his cum buried inside you. The thought makes you feel a little dizzy, as it was Steve’s secret way of marking you as his. Both of you attempting to catch your breath, the sounds of the party carrying on as if nothing had happened. Steve finally releases your hips, as you grip the counter to hold yourself up. You whimper as he slides out of you, suddenly feeling empty. The male is quick to tuck himself away in his jeans, roughly pulling your panties up your legs. You can feel his cum beginning to pool in the lacy material, the dirtiness of it making you flush more.

“Wait a few minutes before you come back downstairs, yeah?”

Is all he says before he’s slipping out of the bathroom, running a hand through his thick brown hair. The door closes softly, and that feeling of shame washes over you again. You shouldn’t be surprised by this, it always ended the same way each time. But you can’t stop the tears from flooding your vision, sitting down on the edge of the tub. You let the traitor tears fall for a few minutes before standing once more, trying to collect yourself before returning to the party. You cleaned up the mascara from your cheeks, fixing your hair before finally descending the stairs on shaky legs. Making your way back into the sea of people, what you find in the living room feels like a punch to the gut.

Steve is on the couch, another girl already straddling his lap with her tongue down his throat. You can only stand to watch for a moment, bolting out of the room and into the kitchen in search of another drink. Thankfully the kitchen was almost empty, except for a familiar brunette sipping on a soda. You don’t say anything to the male, grabbing a bottle of vodka and bringing the rim to your lips. Jonathan looks at you concerned, immediately rushing to your side in an attempt to get the bottle from you. You give him a dirty look before taking another swig, before he finally wrestles the bottle from you.

“Hey, that’s enough now. I think I should take you home.”

The only reason Jonathan was even there in the first place was to be your ride, he hated these parties. And he especially hated Steve Harrington. But he was your best friend, and he would’ve done anything for you. And right now anything consists of getting you home before you do something stupid. Jonathan sets the bottle on the counter before lightly setting his hand on your waist to guide you through the house to the front door. The vodka you had just chugged was starting to kick in, as you stumbled alongside him. What you didn’t notice in your drunken state though was a pair of honey eyes watching you from across the room, jaw clenched in jealousy as Jonathan helped you out into the warm summer night.

there will be a follow up part or two to this, don’t you worry.

thank you so much for reading! comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 💞

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Reactions to being punched:

Well, I deserved that.

That was uncalled for.

Didn’t see THAT coming.

What was that for?

Oh, come on, honey.

I taught you better than that.

Thought you were stronger.

You punch just like my father.

That’s how you want to play it? Fine.

That’s all you have?

So it begins.

So it's the real you.

Turns out you're no better than your father.

Guess I should have seen it coming, huh?

After all, you're not such a gentleman, are you?

I know why you punched HIM, but ME?

You punch better than I thought.

Bring it on.

Motherfucker!

Let me explain!

Ow.

Honey, you punch like a girl.

That’s fair.

There's this monster I saw in your father.

You want to hit me again? Go for it. I'm used to it.

To think I thought you were better than him...

I wondered where this monster in you went. I guess he came back.

I thought you could control your anger.

You want to hit me?! Then hit me like you used to hit her!

I finally see what you've become.

Just let me speak!

This whole scene I was thinking that this felt like a distressed newly wed gay couple fixing some some shit they got from IKEA.

‘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

as requested by a truly lovely nonnie who just made me so absurdly happy over the idea of like, having written a series of these?? i don’t know why, it just made me smile like an eejit for weeks, and so i really really hope these are what you were looking for!! if not, i will happily accept the knowledge that they might make someone happy or that someone might find them useful in the future! i hope you’re all safe and sound, go drink some water, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! okay, thank you, i love you all! bon appetit!

[ INVITE ]:     sender invites the receiver to join them on the dance floor.

[ HAND ]:     sender extends a hand to the receiver, wordlessly asking for a dance.

[ TWIRL ]:     sender lifts their arm while dancing with the receiver, encouraging them to twirl while they dance.

[ LOCK ]:     while dancing together, sender initiates and maintains prolonged, intense eye-contact with the receiver.

[ PULL ]:     sender pulls the receiver closer against them while they dance.

[ POSITION ]:     sender rearranges the receiver’s hands to the correct, albeit more intimate position ( i.e. on their waist, hips, hands, etc. )

[ STEP ]:     sender steps on the tops of the receiver’s shoes while dancing so as to avoid any mistakes, and let the more experienced receiver lead the way.

[ STEPPED ]:     sender beckons for the receiver to step on the tops of the sender’s shoes before they dance, so as to let the more experienced sender lead the way.

[ WAIST ]:     sender rests a hand on the receiver’s waist as they dance together.

[ CHEEK ]:     sender draws the receiver in closer while they dance, until they’re dancing cheek-to-cheek.

[ HAIR ]:     while dancing together, sender buries their face into the receiver’s hair. (for muses with shorter hair, the sender might run their hands through their hair instead!)

[ DIP ]:     sender guides the receiver into an elegant, graceful dip, lowering them down while keeping a steady hand supporting them against their lower back.

[ BEHIND ]:     sender dances with the receiver while standing behind them.

[ DISCUSS ]:     sender pulls the receiver up for a dance in order to have a private conversation away from the crowds.

[ ESCAPE ]:     sender pulls the receiver up to the dance floor in an effort to dance across the floor and over to the main exit, as part of a spontaneous escape plan.

[ AVOID ]:     sender brings the receiver to dance with them in order to avoid a source of unwanted attention (aimed at the sender).

[ SAVE ]:     sender rescues the receiver from a source of unwanted attention by inviting them up to the dance floor to dance together.

[ OVER ]:     sender, while dancing with the receiver, suddenly lifts them up over their head. ( LIKE THIS! )

[ HUM ]:     sender begins to gently hum a tune for them and the receiver to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SING ]:     sender begins to sing a song for the receiver and themselves to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SILENCE ]:     sender and receiver begin to dance together in perfect silence.

[ RADIO ]:     sender and receiver begin to dance together while listening to a song on the radio.

[ TEACH ]:      sender offers to teach the receiver how to dance properly.

[ STUMBLE ]:     while dancing with the receiver, sender trips over, stumbling into the receiver in the process.

[ TOPPLE ]:     while dancing with the receiver, the sender trips over, colliding with the receiver and causing both of them to fall over in the process.

[ GUIDE ]:     sender, while in the process of teaching the receiver how to dance, slowly steers them through the motions of a dance while alone together.

[ STEADY ]:     sender catches the receiver and steadies them after they make an accidental misstep while dancing together.

[ UP ]:     sender briefly lifts the receiver up in the air while spinning during a dance together.

[ BACK ]:     sender slowly lowers their hand until it’s resting against the receiver’s lower back while they’re dancing together.

[ CHEST ]:     sender rests their head against the receiver’s chest while they’re dancing together.

[ FIRST ]:     sender and receiver share their very first dance together.

[ WEDDING ]:     sender and receiver share their first dance together as a married couple.

[ KITCHEN ]:     sender and receiver dance together in the kitchen.

[ OUTSIDE ]:     sender and receiver dance together while outside.

[ UNDERCOVER ]:     sender and receiver dance together on a crowded dance floor in order to preserve their undercover identities while on a mission together.