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Between two jobs, school and a horse, I have little down time and I cherish it dearly. But I have this teacher who just...

  I sent her an e-mail asking about a zero I had in the gradebook, and she replied that I needed to read it more carefully before I accuse her of making a mistake. Well it is zero points out of zero points, therefore, a zero still in the gradebook, which I may add, caused a row in my house because all of a sudden my parents are crazy about grades. I know it's important but still, lighten up. They should read more carefully too. And that 34? Was out of 34. Not a 34%. Jeez it's like they just don't know how to read. I'm under a lot of stress lately, mainly because my idiot of a brother is out of jail now and he's not helping the stress levels in the house at ALL. But this teacher, who asks us to be informal, criticized my email writing skills by saying it was far too informal, and then proceeded to tell me that I didn't need to make accusations or blame her for things. If it is zero out of zero, why does it need to be in the FUCKING grade book? Furthermore, why doesn't she politely correct me? She signed off the email by saying "Have a good day". Was that necessary? She was being anything but nice to me. I'm trying to get help and this is the response I get. Next time I'll go straight to the IB office and take up matters with them. I don't appreciate being treated like a child. I'm seventeen fucking years old. It's about bloody time they start respecting me as a person instead of treating me like I still don't know how the world works. I have a low grade in that class, I thought the zero was dragging me down, as it was in as a zero for extra credit, ergo, I don't have to do it so it shouldn't count against me, so I made an effort to repair it, and I get backlash. I hate standardized school because I just don't have a standardized mind.
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 “Hey (Name), got a minute?” Steve asked, knocking on your bedroom door, and you can’t help but smile as you tell him to come in. You and Steve had been together since a month after the attack on New York by Loki. When the Avengers were laying low and trying to go back to living normal lives, Steve decided to try and stretch his legs in the dating game, and you met him when you were trying to help an old woman who had been mugged. You couldn’t tolerate mean people, so you were trying to find the old woman’s assailant. Since then, you and Steve had grown closer.

 “For you? Always.” You say, brushing a strand of (h/l)(h/c) hair out of your eyes. Steve sat at the edge of your bed and took your laptop, closing it and laying it to the side.

 “Get dressed and meet me downstairs in thirty minutes. Wear something comfortable, but kind of nice.” Steve said. Your (e/c) eyes widened, Steve rarely made demands, but the change was pleasant as you nodded eagerly. He took you hand and laid a chaste kiss on your knuckles before departing, closing the door behind him. Once he left, you went to your closet and pulled on your favorite white Captain America tee shirt, (f/c) hoodie and a pair of jeans. You lace on a pair of comfortable black combat boots, and spray on some (f/perfume). You check your watch and sigh impatiently as you see the time. You had only spent twenty minutes getting ready. As if on cue, Steve knocks on the door and you sigh.

 “(Name), are you ready?” He asked. You nod, even though he can’t see you through the door. “(Name)?”

 “Coming!” You reply, opening the door.

 Your Captain looks handsome in a pair of worn out blue jeans, a plain, white tee shirt, and his brown leather Aviator style leather jacket. He wears a pair of real Aviator shades like the pair that Tom Cruise wore in Top Gun. He wraps an arm around you and leads you to the elevator. The robotic voice of JARVIS, the Stark Tower AI came over the speaker.

 “What floor, Old Man?” He asks innocently. You meet Steve’s eyes and you say in unison,

 “Tony.” He must have programmed the AI to call Steve “Old Man”, after insisting that calling Captain America “Mr. Rogers” was too funny to stand. Steve didn’t get it, but you sure as hell did. Giggling slightly at the AI, you look at Steve.

 “JARVIS, please, just call me Steve. And take us to the Garage.”

 “Right away Sir.” The Elevator takes you down to the floor where Stark keeps all of his cars. There is an array of gorgeous Sports Cars and Luxury Cars, but Steve makes a straight line for a 1942 Ford Convertible done up in a sleek black color, and detailed with Hot-Rod flames and chromed out wheels.

 “Oh my gosh, is this car one of Tony’s new toys?” You ask. The car is beautiful and you just stare at it for a second, then you look at Steve. He shakes his head.

 “I bought it.” Steve says, grinning from ear to ear. “It reminded me of New York when I was young. Well, sort of. The flames thing wasn’t really a thing.” He chuckled, “But I liked it anyways.” You nod, opening the door of the car and getting in.

 “Where are we going in this car?” You ask, patting the leather seats and grinning like a child in a candy store.

 “Somewhere special.” Steve says. He cranks up the car and it roars to life, growling like a wild animal as it fires up. It is loud and obnoxious, but you love it because of that. Steve turns on the little radio which has been converted into a modern radio and CD player. He hits play and Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice slid out of the installed speakers. “I’m not going to tell you where though, you’ll just have to wait and see.” He lays on the gas and the car squeals as it powers out of the garage and down Tony’s drive. Steve speeds through traffic, enjoying the wind in his blonde locks. Your own (h/c) hair slaps your face slightly and you smile in happiness. Steve doesn’t let up on the gas at all. You are heading towards Long Island. It will take almost an hour to get there, maybe forty five minutes if he can go as fast as he is driving the whole way there. You can hear something in the back seat flapping around a little bit, but you choose to ignore it and just look over at Steve who has a grin plastered on his face. You lean over in your seat and press a tiny kiss into his cheek. You don’t care where you are going or when you are going to be there. All that matters is that you are with him.

 The sun is going down and you have your head on Steve’s shoulder. He still drives fast with the wind, now cold, ripping through your hair. A small shiver runs through you and crawls down your spine. Steve looks over at you.

 “I’m sorry, is it too cold for you?” He asks, keeping one hand on the wheel and slipping his jacket off. He gives it to you and you pull it over your shoulders, the warmth from his body welcome. His jacket smells of him, and you try not to inhale his scent.

 “Thanks.” You say, “Aren’t you cold?” You ask. Steve shakes his head.

 “We’re almost there anyways.” He says. Steve slows the car slightly, shifting gears, and pulls in to a discreet little side road. You smile when you realize that he’s brought you all the way out to a drive in theater! He stops at the ticket booth where he gets two tickets for whatever movie is showing. The boy at the ticket booth tells you that the movie is (f/movie pre-2013). You try not to clap your hands like a child and keep a dignified seat, but you can’t help but wiggle with excitement. Steve pulls the car into a spot that is the perfect distance from the screen, and puts the little speakers in the car.

 “I’ve never been to a drive in theater.” You say excitedly.

 “This may be your last chance. There aren’t many left like there were when I was young.” Steve says quietly, “Come back to the back seat. You can see better and we can sit together more comfortably.” You smile, getting out of the car and hopping in to the back seat. Steve drags a plastic shopping bag out from under the seat. Inside is every popular candy from the forties; sugar cigarettes, Strawberry Laces, licorice, Milk Duds, Jolly Ranchers, Mike and Ikes, and more that you weren’t that familiar with. You snuggle close to your Soldier and he grabs a blanket from under your seat. He wraps it around the both of you and with one hand he breaks into the Milk Duds. You take one too, eating it slowly as the movie starts.

 You loved (f/movie), but you were paying more attention to Steve. His eyes were on the screen as the images rolled by, and you loved being there with him, under the stars, watching your favorite movie and eating candy with him. A strawberry licorice wick was sitting in the corner of his mouth and you pushed yourself up and stole it from him. Slightly shocked, he smiled, took another licorice and ate it.

 The credits rolls and you were fast asleep on Steve’s chest. He didn’t want to move you, so he relaxed back against the seat of the car, closing his eyes and stroking your (h/l)(h/c) hair.
Captain America x Reader ONE SHOT: Forties Style
Yeah I wrote this after I saw some stuff about drive in theaters. I also love the old style candies and stuff, so I threw those in haha. I hope ya'll enjoy this!
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My back hits the bed and Loki is on top of me, his lips pressed to mine.
 "Have you ever kissed a man?" He asked.
 "Never." I say honestly.
 "Never lain with a man. Never met another's body in a passionate embrace?"
 "Never." I repeat. Loki nods slowly.
 "Then for your sake, I'll be gentle." Loki breathes against my flesh. I told him that he should fulfill his desire and he had pushed me down onto the soft bed within the room that had been mine for a year now. His lips ravished me with kisses, each landing on my neck, my cheeks, my chin. I had never been kissed,  but I knew that I would not find better in all of the nine realms. Loki parted from the kiss to pull the loose fitting shirt I wore over my head. He tossed it onto the floor. He stared into my heterochromic hues with his own green stare and grasped my chin in his long fingers.
 "A kiss," he said, "long as my exile and sweet as my revenge." He smirked against my skin. A shiver ran down my spine. He was quoting Shakespeare.
 "Uhn..." I managed. His hand guided me to his lips and he kissed me passionately, his surprisingly soft lips working against mine. I kissed him back, exhilaration soaring through me with each movement. His hips pinned me to the bed, and through the black dress pants he wore, I could feel his arousal, straining against the zipper. He pinned my hands above my head and his tongue traced along my bottom lip, asking for access. His hips pushed dominantly against mine and I moaned. He took advantage of my open mouth and pushed his tongue against mine. He tasted wonderful, like the tea we had sipped earlier, and of the cool air of winter. I pushed back against him, not liking his complete dominance. He cracked a grin when he pulled away.
 "My Queen, if it is a throne you want," he said, panting, "then have a seat." As we had kissed, I had become aware of his bare skin pressing against mine, and it took my brain a second to realize that we were both naked. He rolled over to lay on the bed and lifted me to have me straddle him. I looked down between our bodies and saw how big he was. I wondered if it would hurt, as many girls I knew said it did when one loses their virginity. He was large, and I had never done this before. As if sensing this, Loki ran a cool, gentle hand down my spine to soothe me. "Do you trust me?" He asked quietly. I nodded.
 "You may be the god of Lies and trickery... but I feel that with me... you are honest. Yes, I trust you. " I say huskily. My body aches with nameless desire for Loki. He replies with action rather than words, turning me onto my back. His fingers find my sex and he traces my slit gently. My body reacts, my hips rising to get his fingers to press harder against my clit. I, unlike every girl I knew in highschool and college, had never masturbated. Not once, so I was overly sensitive. Loki keeps on with his teasing, his middle finger pushing in to my virgin sex. He pumps his finger in and out of me slowly, getting me used to the feeling while his thumb still plays with my clit.
 "How does that feel?" Loki asked. I nod, biting back another moan as it threatens to fall from my lips. "Do you want a second finger?" He asks. I nod. It seems all I am capable of; nodding and moaning. He removes his finger, adding a second before pushing them back into me, eliciting a cry of pleasure from me. I can not contain it. My mind was slipping away from me at such a rapid pace,  and it, quite frankly,  scared me. Loki presses his lips to my throat and adds a third finger, making sure that my pain will be lessened. I can feel my body becoming compliant with his actions and a small whimper leaves my lips. I need him. Badly.
 "L-Loki..." I say. His green eyes meet mine with so much intensity that it freezes me in place. He is different than any other time he has held me close or looked at me... his eyes are filled with the promise of unbelievable pleasure. "M-my King."
 "Say my name." He pleads, rolling onto his back and pulling me, once more, to straddle him.
  "Loki..." I mewled. "Loki..."
 "My beautiful Queen. Tell me what you need." He asks, gingerly lowering my hips to his. His cock prods me; eliciting a small cry of pleasure from both of us.
 "I... I need..." I lean down to him, pressing my lips to his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I need you to make love to me."
 "Sif..." said he, "My queen among women..."
 "My king?" I ask.
 "Are you sure you want this?" He asks, eyes filling with worry for me. I nod, biting my lip.
 "I do." I reply, my lust filled mind processing his words quickly. He nods, guiding himself into me.

 Pain is what I feel. He lowers me onto his length slowly, his thick cock stretching me, filling me up as tears form at the corners of my eyes. Loki reaches up with one hand to brush them away.
 "The pain will go away... I promise." He says to me, his other hand running up and down my spine soothingly. He continues to lower me on his cock until he reaches the end of me; a bit more than half way in. He waits for me to adjust, his hand moving between our bodies so he can tease my clit and his shaft, trying to give me pleasure, and himself as well.
 Suddenly, the pain subsided and a small spark of pleasure set a knot in my lower belly. I moaned softly, and Loki heard it, taking it as incentive to push in the rest of the way. I can feel something tearing as he sheathes himself inside of me completely.
 "Loki!" I cry, my hands landing on his chest. Loki has his jaw set, trying to control himself. I am on top of him, yet I know it will be Loki who controls the situation, as I had never been with a man before. Loki grabs my hips, moving me gently up and down his length. He shows me the rhythm in which to move my hips against his for the most pleasure, how to circle my hips every few movements to change it up, and how to use my hands on his chest for leverage, slowly slipping the reigns into my hands. His remain on my hips, hisses of pleasure escaping him, and his name on my lips. I ride him, learning on my own what I like, and taking in his moans to judge if he likes it too. I gain speed and confidence as our moans grow louder and his grip on me tighter. His green eyes meet mine, his hues are flooded with lust.
 "Oh... my Queen..." he groans, "You feel so good..." His head falls back on my pillow and he cries out. I can feel his cock spasming inside of me, and the tight ball of pleasure in my core growing ever tighter, threatening to burst at any moment. I lean down to press my lips to Loki's and he groans his approval into my mouth. His sounds send me over the edge and I cry out his name as the pleasure that had been building inside of me burst into a million pieces. My shoulders and the rest of my body shakes with the release and I tighten around Loki's member. His hands tighten further on my hips as he falls over the edge with me, his seed releasing deep inside of me. He raises his hips to continue thrusting in to me, sitting up and reversing our bodies. He does not pull out. I feel his cock grow hard again as he looks down at me, his gaze traveling down to our bodies where they connect so he can see his seed slipping out of me. He begins to push once more. This time however, there is more urgency in his body as he dominates me. His large frame covers my smaller one and his teeth dig in to my neck. His hand grabs my hair and he pulls it, tugging my head back sharply so he can kiss my neck more easily. His thrusts grow faster and harder with each sharp intake of breath that he causes to leave my mouth.
 "Keep doing that." He groans, "I like it." He draws out another intake of breath and he grins, releasing my hair. "Good girl." He praises.
 "My king..." I say, my nails sought purchase in his shoulders and he grunted when they bit in to his flesh.
 "Please... don't say that... those words are too sweet on your lips and I-," Loki's rhythm faltered when I came, my body once more tightening around his. He pulled out as he came and thoroughly ruined the green sheets of my bed. I curled up at his side and buried my head in his arm. He ran his cool fingers down my back and a soft whimper fell from my lips.
 "I guess... I'm a cuddler." I manage to say, my voice hoarse and my body exhausted. Loki chuckles.
 "I'm not. But I'll make an exception for you." Loki replies, pulling me closer to his chest. "My sweet little Virgin Queen... not so innocent anymore."
 "It's been enlightening for sure." I laugh. Loki cracks a sly grin.
 "I hope I might enlighten you more in the future." Loki said, kissing the top of my head.
 "So tell me... why... did you pick me? Of every other woman you could choose... why me?" I ask, before I can come to my senses enough not to.
 "Because you have something that no other woman has ever gained."
 "What is that?"
 "My devotion. When we met, you piqued my interest. I saw a beautiful young maiden with a fire in her eyes. I saw a kindred spirit; someone unloved by their Father. I knew you at a glance, my Queen... daughter of Ares. He is unworthy of you. He is unworthy even to stain your blade. Know that nothing will come between us, especially not your Bastard of a Father. Know that if I could tie down the heavens if only to grace those lips of yours with a smile, I would do so in a heartbeat. If I would die tomorrow, I would die happy that I have held you in my arms."
 "Oh... Loki." I say, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "I...." My own words slipping, I can not form anything coherent. Loki smiles once more.
 "My Queen, what, may I ask, are you to do now that we are as we are? What would your sister say?" Loki asks. I know what he means. We will be leaving the estate soon because of my "coming of age" destroying the barriers. Ares had to be hot on our trail.
 "She will be displeased by this development. My King, I should like to ask you a favor."
 "I will grant it." He says.
 "Lend me Sinir and I will Challenge Hippolyta's position as queen of the Amazons. I will be a proper Queen for you, and free of my Father."
 "Why do you think Ares wishes you back to Paradise?"
 "I heard whispers that I am not his only demigod daughter, rather I was his first Demigod child in a long time, and that there was a boy child born after me with whom he hid from Olympus." I say, running my fingers over his hard chest. This man, this amazing man, was mine.
 "How did you hear about this?" Loki wonders.
 "My Father asked Hippolyta's aid in finding his son. He could expect little cooperation from Olympus. Ares might be a god, but he was banished from Olympus. He is dangerous. Too prone to violence, and Hippolyta is the same way." Loki just nods and he runs his fingers through my hair.
 "Well love, I wish I knew what to tell you, other than I will lend you Sinir so that you make take your destiny..." he grabs my hand in his cool fingers and kisses the tips of them, "into your own lovely and capable hands." He smiles, a genuine smile, perfect white teeth showing as he does so.
 "Loki," I say.
 "My love?"
 "I love you."
 "And I love you." He says, and I feel as if he is being honest when be says it. I wonder though, if this will last, and if  the god of lies could be true to his word. If he would love me.

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Between two jobs, school and a horse, I have little down time and I cherish it dearly. But I have this teacher who just...

  I sent her an e-mail asking about a zero I had in the gradebook, and she replied that I needed to read it more carefully before I accuse her of making a mistake. Well it is zero points out of zero points, therefore, a zero still in the gradebook, which I may add, caused a row in my house because all of a sudden my parents are crazy about grades. I know it's important but still, lighten up. They should read more carefully too. And that 34? Was out of 34. Not a 34%. Jeez it's like they just don't know how to read. I'm under a lot of stress lately, mainly because my idiot of a brother is out of jail now and he's not helping the stress levels in the house at ALL. But this teacher, who asks us to be informal, criticized my email writing skills by saying it was far too informal, and then proceeded to tell me that I didn't need to make accusations or blame her for things. If it is zero out of zero, why does it need to be in the FUCKING grade book? Furthermore, why doesn't she politely correct me? She signed off the email by saying "Have a good day". Was that necessary? She was being anything but nice to me. I'm trying to get help and this is the response I get. Next time I'll go straight to the IB office and take up matters with them. I don't appreciate being treated like a child. I'm seventeen fucking years old. It's about bloody time they start respecting me as a person instead of treating me like I still don't know how the world works. I have a low grade in that class, I thought the zero was dragging me down, as it was in as a zero for extra credit, ergo, I don't have to do it so it shouldn't count against me, so I made an effort to repair it, and I get backlash. I hate standardized school because I just don't have a standardized mind.
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If you sent it i didnt get it so maybe we need to use a different note?

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Im on my phone so it doesn't want to open. I will reply tomorrow from my computer
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All right :)
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Happy birthday~ :)
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