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kaetastic · 5 years

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CONFIDENCE

pairing: Avengers X Confident!Reader

summary: Confident?Reader leaves the Avengers shocked, even if you weren’t new to the team.

word count: 2.5k+

warning: sexual tensions

note: thank you so much for 300 followers! i wonder why people even bother to read crappy stories written by me. I needed to post something :( i was too lazy to re-edit this once again :D i dont know what this is but have a nice day!!

The faint buzzing of the refrigerator echoed through the pin-drop silence of a room, the commencement of hissing caused the soldier to jump at the abrupt interruption of his elongated train of thoughts. The air lingered peacefulness and with one glance out of the window, the view being the bar-like buildings was breathtaking. Especially at night. Steve glanced at the meandering rivers that shallowed itself onto the marble counter, the frigid slab holding a newly bought coffee maker. The inanimate object hums, it clicks like a thin melody of a stick tapping onto a music stand, one two three, before it extracted the liquid it was made to do. Clashing of the beverage with the cup rung through the air, the fresh aroma of coffee wafted through noses as it angrily huffed, filling the cup.

The paper that would smudge its ink on you with one swipe crinkled under the soldier’s furrowed eyebrows that he sent towards the machine. He didn’t make it. But his attention was like a fly’s, his eyes darted back to the words of different sizes. To be a superhero doesn’t mean to save lives only, it would be politically better to comprehend what was going on around you. Muffled footsteps onto the tiled floors slapped with echoes through the hallways.

“Sam?” He already knew who it was. With his familiarization of everybody’s way of steps, the way one would lay their foot on the ground creates distinct sounds, and super hearing- he could make out anyone with little to no doubt. His expected teammate appeared from the shadowed hallway; it was 7 a.m. in the morning and the only light shining onto the path was the light from the window on one side of the narrow hallway. It glimmered the dust particles that danced before settling on the ground. Stretches of faint layers of light ran from one side of the hallway to the other formed a dim smeared swatch of a rainbow.

The male hummed, groaning when light beamed onto his eyes even though he had closed it tightly- not wanting a single ray to infiltrate. His hands moved in a frenzy; his gestures caused Steve’s jaw to fall in confusion, it was as if a conductor was teaching a class very frantically. Although his eyes were shut tight, to what Steve had concluded, Sam did not want to open his eyes for he tried his best to meet the tabletop. Finally, he made contact with the counter, a groan fell off Sam’s lips when he accidentally slapped the hard surface. A slight wince diminished in the 100-year-old man’s head at the toes curling noise.

Giving up to the forces of the good (in his case the other team), he had finally adjusted to the lighting that blinded him nonetheless- Sam sat on the high chair with his steaming cup of coffee in his hand; swirly vapour evaporated from the beverage. Steve had finished absorbing information from the newspaper, nothing new. He crossed his arms, pushing his back to rest onto the couch. He admired the view that laid open in front of him. Too focused onto the small figures of people carrying on with their daily lives, his breath hitched and he nearly jumped off the couch when an arm wrapped around his neck.

“Good morning.” The waft of a familiar breath glossed his cheeks. As if embedded into the walls of his mind, the intoxicating scent of the perfume prodded him. Eyes darted to the corner, to meet the person who has been disturbing thoughts lately, which used to be organized and collective with filters. Heart screamed, he quickly turned his gaze in an attempt to avoid the attraction that strung between both of them.

Slightly pitchy, he mumbled, “Good morning.” The rosy warmth grew on his cheeks, it raised to settle below his eyes. He tried his best to focus on the paper that rested on his lap, he really did- trying his hardest to write the bolded letters in his head to be distracted. It didn’t work. The soft breathing glazed his ears, his hairs erected to salute the wind. Y/N smiled at his mild response. Slight disappointment diminished in him when the weight on his shoulders had eradicated. A smirk played on her lips when his head snapped back to whip around- searching for her.

His cheeks grew redder like lava. It beamed heat and his widened eyes stared into hers’ calm ones. A mute gasp fell off his lips when she had tugged the paper into her grip, throwing herself onto his lip as a seat. As if the other surrounding seats were non-existent. She hummed in satisfaction, finding a comfortable position on him, opening the paper wide for him to see the text he had re-read again and again, moments snipped as she had intruded his mind, “Could you please read it for me?”

The blaring sirens in his head sent one message: to calm down his heartbeat, she could’ve definitely heard it, not missing a pace- for her head rested on the nape of his neck, strands of hair prickling his skin; her breath grazed him. Just like a summer’s day, the wind breathing onto the grass. As soon as his mouth gaped open and a letter had slipped off the edge of his lips, the mini earthquake sent onto the glass table vibrated into their ears.

Relief filled the soldier while she let out a loud sigh, hoping he was not oblivious to such sounds. Before he had the chance to turn around, to pick the cause of the interruption, was it a saviour if he craved her more? His breath hitched. Y/N’s legs rested around his waist, straddling him with slight tightness. All the tension that ran through his muscles froze, it stopped. She groaned, pushing her body forward, fingers grazing over the table; the short distance between her fingers and the phone frustrated her. Steve didn’t know how to react. As if he was still in the ice. He wasn’t bothered, not knowing himself that he had rested his gaze on her chest, that had been pushed hairbreadth away from his face. A gulp descended down his throat.

The skimpy tanktop she wore dragged down, displaying her indigo bra- Steve whipped his head, hoping she did not accuse him of suspiciousness, “Hello?” Almost like an irritated sigh, she inquired the person on the end of the line.

Whenever he would in be in her presence, or ball of aura- he noticed he’d always space out. Possibly why he didn’t bother pushing her away, his headspace was in the middle of nowhere. He was lost. Y/N let out a loud laugh, cackling as the joke echoed through her ears. Fiddling with locks of his soft hair, she played with it as the conversation seemed to continue.

Another protocol broken, a siren blared in his head as she had jumped from excitement and laughter. He let out a groan at the abrupt pressure on his shaft, “Shh!” If she wasn’t right in front of him, he would’ve rolled his eyes. Y/N knew what she was doing, but she liked pushing all the buttons on the elevator.

A part of the 100-year-old man hoped, crying out loud as it pleaded for the moment to linger longer. He knew there was no point of holding on to the hope. She stood up and her figure faded away into the shade of the walls. All alone, once again. Massaging his temples, he let out a sigh laced followed by a frustrated groan.

Y/N would be the death of him.

Pants rang through the crevice of the training room, slamming of fists onto the punching bag echoed, bouncing off the tall walls. The red-haired assassin let out a huff, throwing another punch towards the victim. Her eyes narrowed and concentrated at the targets she aimed onto the object, veins that ran through her fingers pumped blood heavily.

“Woah, easy there.” Not bothered to even take a short glance at the person who had intruded her focus, just by the soft-toned voice- she could make out who it was for it had engraved the walls of her well-built walls. However, she did not let the figure falter her training, even though it took everything in her not to turn around and stare into her eyes.

A few more punches towards the sand-filled bag, she finally pulled away, slight joy sparked accompanied by relief, as the words in her head formed the sentence that fell off her lips, “Hydra won’t go easy on us.” Y/N hummed, nodding her head as she agreed at her true statements. Strapping off the velcro straps, Natasha bent down- under the strings of the boxing ring, making a quick eye-contact that sparked electricity. The sight of Y/N in a tank top, the prominent blue bra making an appearance left her breathless despite working out, leaning against the doorframe- drained all of the energy in the assassin.

She was a magnet. Not a second would she deny the fact. Y/N’s lips faltered to an ‘o’ shape as the abrupt realization railed over her head, “Right,” Pacing towards Natasha, who stood in front of the sink, contracting and relaxing her fingers at the constricted space in the glove caused a numb feeling that lingered in the muscles. She rested her elbow on the frozen-tiled counter, batting her eyes towards the assassin. “I came to tell you that,” Y/N bit her bottom lips, almost contemplating if she should say it, already looking at the endless of possibilities, taking a whole list of page. Pushing her lips to hover over her ears, a tingle cascaded down Natasha’s spine. “I think they switched our laundry, your bras are... kinda in my drawer.”

With widened eyes, the assassin whipped her head. Firstly, the confusion had diminished to welcome the redness rise- curtaining her pale cheeks just like the colour of her hair, “Huh?” Somehow, not surprised, she has managed to steal her breath away.

“At least it’s in my room...,” Y/N placed her hands on the counter, leaning her body on Natasha’s back, her head resting on her padded shoulder. “Wouldn’t know how I would react if it was in someone else’s room,” Shivers prickled down the red-haired, hair saluting the air; lips gaped open as damp warmth settled in her panties. “Do you... want me to bring it to your room? Or are you coming to mine?” The tone of her voice was sultry, delicate, causing inappropriate thoughts to be projected in Natasha’s mind- not even a shake of her head, would the ideas jump out.

Running down her hand from her waist, Y/N bit her bottom lips as she left her eyes to watch her performance, which she hoped wouldn’t last quickly, “I think I’ll come to your room.” With a satisfied smirk, she walked away, leaving Natasha’s eyebrows to crash against each other like a pair of waves. Oh, she was playing her like the strings of a guitar.

Letting out a loud huff, the billionaire’s eyebrows creased to curl upwards. The ball of aura that sprinkled around him sparked static electricity, a way of warning people he was busy. Even though they knew that was when he was serious, there were some, very few, who ignored such signs like transparent glass. Fiddling with the floating holograms, his hands pushed the thin air. Faint vibration echoed through the floors as it rolled through the trash can.

Tony pushed himself back, arms crossed as he scanned the vast table- that seemed to be messy. Although he has worked on this for hours, he couldn’t find the logistics and method correct. If one dared to comment on the project, he would’ve smacked someone. But he IS Tony Stark. A groan echoed.

His heart jumped out of his chest, thumping outside of his body as a pair of arms wrapped around him, “What’cha doing?” Out of all the team members of the Avengers- Tony seemed to be the only one who had accepted or looked comfortable with skin contact. As if he was left untouched and unbothered, not a muscle contracted at the abrupt addition of voice to the thin air.

“Just trying to configure these sequences, they don’t match up. It wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever to even use this piece of trash,” He hissed, grabbing the hologram before flinging it towards the trash can. “I need this to compliment one another.”

Grabbing the thin air, he shook his two hands, shooting beams at the two objects, “Well... maybe you should relax a bit,” Already stressed with the frustrating project, his body had exuded scorching heat, generated by the irritation. How did it manage to increase in temperature, he did not find the answer. Her hands ran the side of his body, accidentally allowing her fingers to brush over his twitching shaft.

His breath hitched.

“Don’t you start something you cannot finish.” Almost a growl, it rumbled off his lips, his fingers wrapped around her wrist. Even though knowing how he would respond, she tugged her hand. With little to no effort, Tony’s body twirled around. Stopping his escape, she placed her hands to trap him in.

“Oh, but I know I can finish it.” With a quirk of the corner of her lips, she leaned in closer towards his chest before slamming her fingers onto the glass table. A loud hissing rung from the device as it followed the instructions it has been encrypted to do. The door to the lab now sealed tight. Natasha would just have to wait.

Soft squeaking by the shoes filled the empty air, she bit her bottom lip in contemplation. Was she really doing this? The heavy basket in her arms weighed down, glancing at the pile of belongings that was not hers. The redness crept up to her cheeks as she played the memory of opening her drawer to find skimpy choices of clothing and... intimacy. She was entering a lion’s den, allowing herself to enter an obvious trap. Clearing her throat, her hands hovered over the door, mouth gaped open- ready to ask for permission to enter. However, it creaked to an open. Natasha’s eyebrows clashed in confusion, Y/N never let her door wide open.

The tightening anticipation curled her heart, balancing her life on a frail line to save the world is one thing, but entering Y/N’s room is another. Maybe worse. Her plan that she had rapidly formed over the span of hours was simple. Get in, take her stuff and leave. Even though she had already scanned the room that resembled like those of the building, she dared not to step in for she knew what she would get herself into.

Resting her hands on the doorframe, her head peaked, bopping up and down. Toes strained, aching as a familiar shock pass through it so she could get some height to overlook the bed that covered what was behind it. Finally, her eyes landed on a basket, filled with her items she had come to retrieve. As if she was making a loud commotion, the bathroom door yelped as it was pushed open.

Out came Y/N with a sheer silk robe draped over her skin that had been displayed with no doubt. A smirk played on her lips, “Why don’t we play first?”

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saviormysticmeme · 7 years

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Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕

Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grassOr if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag

Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.

Anyways

RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC

Yoosung

Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that

You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90

‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands

want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)

its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘

You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you

Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile

His hands never moved so fast

‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’

‘fuck off’

Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had

But what he did have was his games

He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately

“Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”

It was over in minutes

Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base

Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after

hey man what the fuck

dude give me my shit back

fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please

dude please

Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”

In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile

It had been deleted

Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face

Until

“My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek

He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick

Jaehee

It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee

Ding.

Huh? New message.

Ding ding ding

You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app

When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower

Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely

r u lonely to?

how about u be my valentine and we can go out??

You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”

come on babe

dont b like that

we can have fun

Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side

“Mc is everything alright?

“Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly

“Well your first problem is you apologized.”

“Huh?”

Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”

“o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed

“Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower

She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it

Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you

ever

Zen

He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job

But when you get creepy mail from his followers

NO NO NO NO NO

You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address

One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them

“My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you

It was much creepier

It was a bunch of letters from some guy

‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’

The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.

…

You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender

“Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”

“YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”

20 mins later

He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough

“Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge

After a few minutes of silence

..”I have an idea.”

Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”

Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe.

He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course.

Jumin

Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work

You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do

And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel

you look really nice in your profile picture

is that designer? man you got money to

you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?

You were appalled.

“Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock.

The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag

But nope

Same douchebag. Different site.

why’d you block me? playing hard to get?

“How’d you find my profile?”

it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*

You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.

Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.

He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered.

“Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.”

“Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”

What

What do you mean

What guy

How

You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.

“Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”

You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon

Seven

You don’t even waste time

The second you get the first creepy message

hey hot stuff

You hand your phone to Seven

He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face

Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.

Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back

‘Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file

It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.

“What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back

With a big smirk on his face:

“Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”

You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”

“You already did” He laughs

“Huh?”

“You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.

You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough

And you did

The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics

And all your app icons were selfies

And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker

“SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”

V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around

Ding

V looked to see your phone light up on the table

“MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs

“Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back

“Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture “What in the world”

my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)

V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this

‘I dont’ He typed back.

awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out

“No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board

playing hard to get? i like

V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”

there was no reply for a moment

my friend said this was a girl

“I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away”

There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection

With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation

He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep.

Saeran

You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app

Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue

When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages

hey babe

hey

wanna be my valentine

i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either

we can keep each other company ;)

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand

“Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half

wow ur not very polite

“I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl

come on baby dont be like that

You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad

“Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.”

“Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”

Ding

Both your eyes shot back to the screen

so you’ll come see me ;)

Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting

Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head

He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.

After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.

“You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.

He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”

You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”

“Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”

You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.

That night you were awoken to

Dingdingdingdingding

You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app

Iuwefjkgl

ahfuoieqhwf

please helpfehofejijeqiue

…..

I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.

You knew immediately.

“Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text

All you got back was “:)”

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